#married Julia with before he went away

[saltyfilmmajor]

not really a fan of the way people in the mi fandom trash talk the earlier movies.. i don't even really understand why they're doing it

Not sure I understand the full context of this ask, but I’ll say it’s because the later movies are far more fondly remembered.

Kinda like a Top Gun Maverick Situation where there are a lot of newer people who care mostly for the recent content rather than the older stuff.

Not me though I clown on Mission 3 because the sound mixing is bad

I tend to prefer the last three movies more than the first four, personally. I do think the hate on mi2 is overdone both critically and on a fandom level.

Anyway I don’t have much to say other than fandom is gonna fandom and there’s always going to be stuff that we don’t like but will have to make our peace with.

[anatay004]

ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ | ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ (+ 18)

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ, ɪɴ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ.

manipulation, obsession, jealousy, dub-con, and smut.

ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

YOU WEREN'T AVOIDING HIM.

Or, at least, that's what you liked to tell yourself. You were simply taking a step back from him, allowing yourself to escape from his searing touch, his scarring lips, and poisoned vows. You were stepping out of the picture, allowing him a moment to relish his wife, to engulf in her presence and take her in. In hopes of diminishing yourself from the recesses of his mind — in hopes she could replace you somehow.

It was your wedding present to him.

After all, you were just his lover. You could never be something more — nor did you wish to be, not after everything that he'd put you through. After you'd won the 12th Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow had made sure to haunt you down. He’d made sure to corner you into his command with thinly-veiled threats, to eliminate any obstacles on his way and take you as his and only his. No matter the consequences.

Like an object.

Like a treasure.

He did everything in his power to have you. To tether himself to the fibers of your skin, to burrow beneath your bones, and settle in. He was like a drug to you — deathly yet addictive, and sometimes you even wondered if you were right in the head. To accept his pleasures, his lips, and his body against yours — even though you didn't have much of a choice most of the time.

You hated him.

For taking away the remnants of humanity that was once inside of you. For haunting your mind during the daytime and behind shut eyelids. For making you his in every way possible.

And yet he went through all of that trouble to marry another woman.

At first, it pestered you — to think you weren't worthy of such a title. To think you weren't worthy of being the First Lady of Panem after all the shit that he'd put you through. But then, you thought of it as an opportunity to escape him. Try to reconnect with your old self and run away from him for as long as you could.

And that's what you did.

When the wedding was announced, you packed your stuff and fugitively came back home to your district. You hadn't seen your family for months, Snow had made sure to isolate you from anyone you ever shared some type of affection with. He hated sharing you. So, he forced you to move to the Capitol with him, despite the funny looks and whispers that ricocheted off the walls.

Everyone, somehow, knew you were his.

And yet, nobody dared to speak of it loudly.

Not even your family.

Afraid it might just sentence them to death (wish you knew, would most likely be the case).

One week elapsed eventually. You heard from him through the news, he'd married Julia Pompey in a matter of days before your departure. It comforted you — to think it was finally over until the roses began to arrive one day. You’d asked your mother to throw them away, to which she didn't object to, she was well aware of the thinly-veiled message behind them.

She was aware of the powerful man that haunted you.

It started with a single rose at first, but by the end of the week, they were bouquets of roses sitting outside your door. There was no letter attached to them, he didn't need to write one — you knew the message perfectly well. He was asking for you to come back to him.

It almost made you sick.

But you tried to dismiss it.

You tried to move on with your life. You busied yourself with banal tasks at home. You helped your mother clean and cook your favorite meals. And, although there wasn't much talking between the two of you, you enjoyed her presence all the same. It was nice to have her gentleness, after the games, loneliness seemed to be the only thing that accompanied you everywhere you go — it made you weaker, easier for Snow to break.

And that's what he did.

He broke you apart just to put you back together.

Until your mother could no longer recognize you. But in fleeting moments like this, when you lingered behind her frame and watched her bake your favorite muffins like a child, she was able to see a few glimpses of the daughter that was once taken away from her.

After all, you weren't completely lost yet.

But you knew it wouldn't last.

You were coming back from the bakery one afternoon when you noticed the sudden shift in the atmosphere inside your home. The house was awfully quiet — the loudest kind of silence you'd ever heard before, and your mother was unexpectedly greeting you at the door. A fake smile curved her lips, it was almost concerning, but before you could open your mouth and ask if something was wrong, a peacemaker stumbled into your line of vision.

"Ms. (Y/LN), please follow me."

Your muscles wracked with tension when the peacemaker beckoned you towards the end of the hall and into the office located at the far end of the house. You offered your mother a faint smile on the way, assuring her that everything was going to be okay — but you knew better.

The door was shut behind you with a quiet thud when you stepped inside the room. You knew he was waiting for you inside. The smell of roses immediately settled into your nostrils and you shivered, the aroma forced its way down your throat until you could almost taste it. He was sitting across from you at the desk, leaning back on the chair as he examined your features very quietly.

When you finally looked up to meet his gaze, the sight of his tousled blonde curls caught you completely off guard. He looked exhausted, dark circles marred his skin like he hadn't slept for days. You'd never seen him like this before.

You disliked it.

"President Snow," You greeted after a moment of silence, relishing the way his jaw visibly clenched at the formality of your words. He hated when you called him anything, but Cory.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He spat through his teeth suddenly. If glares could've killed, you've been six underground by then.

You feigned an innocent look on your face. "I haven't done anything at all."

"You left home," He argued, and the mere sound of the words made your skin prickle with goosebumps. The Capital was not your home — he was not your home, but you didn't dare to blurt that out into the open air. "And you left no fucking letter, no indication of when you were coming back — nothing!"

"I assumed your wife wouldn't like having me around," You responded simply, holding back your breath when his expression darkened completely and a humorous smile itched his lips. "Congratulations on the wedding, by the way."

"Is that what this is about?" He scoffed, pushing back on his chair almost immediately. The wood scuffing against the floor made you wince. "Is that why you left? Because you were jealous?"

Anger retaliated in the pit of your stomach. You were not jealous, on the contrary, you were almost glad he'd someone else to fuck with. Because then — maybe, you could be free from him. And the nightmares could finally go away.

But you didn't say anything.

Afraid that you might just say that.

He didn't mind that, instead, he took a few deliberate steps closer to you. Instinctively, you fell back a few steps, until your back was pressing against the wall and there was nowhere to run.

"Do you want to know why I married her?" He questioned as his voice notched down a few decibels. He was standing close — too close, his face was merely inches away from touching yours. You could feel his warm breath pressing against your skin as he spoke. "Because I hate her. Because she means nothing to me."

You stilled for a moment, reeling over his words. For some reason, the logic behind his marriage didn't surprise you as much as it should've. Coriolanus Snow was a tactful man, you knew him like the palm of your hand — he didn't act before having a plan. So, you shrewdly assumed, that marrying Julia Pompey was just one of his ways of securing immunity to threats.

His enemies couldn't hurt him if they killed her — or their future children. Because he didn't love or care enough for her. Not one bit.

"Do you know what I did on my wedding night?" He added, voice sliding evenly into your thoughts. His hand carefully raised to touch your face, to stroke the skin of your cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "Do you know who I thought of when I dismissed her and locked myself in our room?"

You clenched your jaw as you registered his words, not wanting to listen any further.

His thumb pressed against your bottom lip. "When I took my pants off and jerked all night off until I was numbed?"

You turned your head away, but he gripped his hand around your cheeks to keep you in place. You threw him a look, but he dismissed it with little care. He wanted you to look into his eyes.

"Guess who I thought of?"

You didn’t answer.

“Guess who kept me going?” His hands dropped to tighten around your throat.

“Stop it, Coriolanus,” You hissed, pressing the palm of your hand against his chest harshly.

He didn’t falter.

“You know she could never replace you,” He continued, as if was the most obvious thing in the world. “She could walk around naked and I would much rather turn to look at the filthy floor. She means absolutely nothing to me.” He repeated, and — for some reason, you were certain he was telling the truth.

And it suddenly dawned on you that — no matter how far you ran, no matter how fast you did; you would never actually escape him. And the daunting realization peppered visible goosebumps over your skin again.

“I know.” You limited yourself to answer.

“So, why the fuck are you avoiding me?” He snapped, eyes suddenly turning obscure as he waited for an answer. “Are you punishing me?”

I wish I was, you thought to yourself.

“Of course not.”

“Then why the fuck are you running away from you?” He hissed, examining your face carefully before an amused smile itched his lips “As if you could ever escape me, sweetheart.”

You glared at him.

He didn’t deign to give you a response.

Instead, he pressed his lips against yours — obliterating any sudden rationality or lucid thought that you could’ve had in mind at that moment. You found yourself shutting your eyes when his tongue swept past your lips and delved hot inside your mouth. He was desperate and frantic — he’d missed you. You didn’t fight it, because, at the end of the day, you knew it would be pointless. You knew you would be right back in the same game — run and being chased.

And he would catch you every damn time.

Despite how much you hated it.

“Come back home.” He commanded, his voice dangerously low as he leaned back to catch his breath. His hands were sliding under your shirt, tracing arbitrary patterns over your stomach before his hands raised to make their way up to your warm chest.

“Cory — ” You protested when he buried his head in your neck and began to kiss your skin like there was no tomorrow. You could hear voices behind the door, and concerned whispers from your family as they tried to piece together what was happening behind those closed doors.

Would he kill you?

Would he kill them?

You almost wanted to laugh at that. You wish he could just kill you right there and then.

If they only knew.

“We can’t — ” You tried again, but his lips met yours with such fervor that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. Within a blink of an eye, he slid an arm behind your waist and carried you up to throw you over the desk behind him. You tried to protest again, but it only seemed to incite him even more as he racked up your skirt.

“Say you’ll come back home.” He commanded, his voice rasping as he pulled his pants down. You didn’t answer, instead, you parted your legs and took him in like you’d always done. He slid in and out with slow thrusts and you almost hated the gentleness of his moves. A moan silently slipped out your mouth when he touched every right spot — until your toes were curling, and an orgasm was washing over you.

You hated how well he knew you.

You hated that the only thing you could do was hold back the tears.

When he finished, he collapsed on top of you. Face buried inside your neck as he waited for the response he knew you would never deny him.

“I’ll come back home.”

[frankenkyle19]

Grownup Time

Kintober day 6: Kit Walker x reader get up to some fun while the kids are out trick or treating ;)

word count: 1.5k short one! Short and sweet! description/warnings: unprotected sex, quickie, smut, p in v penetration, uh that’s it I think? Very tame compared to some of my other fics

You met Kit Walker at one of the hardest points in his young life. Both the women he loved died, one murdered by the other and the other passing away in an asylum that he knew didn’t treat people right. He had first hand experience there sadly. Something he wasn’t too keen on sharing with others. Not even you. 

Now he was a single father, caring for two beautiful kids while also trying to work and support them. It was hard, really hard and everyone wondered when he’d get married again. 

He still wasn’t married, but he had a girlfriend. You. You didn’t need a ring on your finger to know how much you two loved each other. He was completely devoted to you and you loved him just as much.

His kids were absolutely precious and loved to spend time with you, instantly clinging to you as a mother figure that they hadn’t had in months. 

You moved in with Kit soon after you met, deciding it was the best for all of you, kids included. You’d be able to help around the house and with the kids, giving Kit some much needed rest while also being able to spend more time with him which was a win win.

Now, six whole months later you all had a set schedule as a family. Kit went to work, the kids went off to school and you’d cook dinner. Two days a week Kit would insist that he cook for the family and of course you let him. He looked beautiful in the kitchen leaning over a pot or pulling something out of the oven.

Everything was absolutely perfect. Except for one thing… You two barely had any time alone.

Sure maybe after the kids fell asleep but they were both very light sleepers and got up frequently in the night. The last thing you needed was for one of them to walk in on the two of you getting it on. 

You could realistically do it in the shower, but when Kit nearly slipped bending you over you two had called it quits and just finished cleaning up before drying off. It wasn’t for lack of trying. You two tried hard, but it seemed that every single time you made a move on each other the world had to be the biggest cockblock. 

Luckily for the two of you lovebirds, it was Halloween and that meant trick or treating which meant kids out of the house. 

Kit was a bit nervous to let the kids go off without him, but after some convincing and the knowledge that their friend's mother would be going along with them, he agreed.

It had been hard for him ever since Grace and Alma died. He was so worried for his kids in every aspect of their lives. The kids loved their father, but he was a bit overbearing at times. It all came from a place of love. Kit wouldn’t be able to survive if something happened to them. He’d already faced so much loss.

Kit had gotten off of work early that day to be able to see Thomas and Julia off, making sure that he talked with their friend’s mother and discussed where they’d be going. 

He kissed each child on the head, much to their dismay before waving them goodbye, watching as they walked off down the path to go trick or treating. Kit would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit nervous.

You had made a roast for dinner that night, something simple but also something Kit loved. You were just about to finish up in the kitchen when he came up behind you, wrapping you in his large arms and squeezing gently, pressing a few kisses to your exposed neck.

A shiver ran up your spine as you subconsciously leaned back against him, sighing out a soft exhale of contentment. 

His body was warm and soft against yours… save for one thing.

“Kit Walker!” You exclaimed, turning around to face him.

“Are you hard?” You teased, looking down to see that he was in fact aroused. Not like he had much of a choice in how he felt. It’d been so long since he’d had you all to himself to even entertain the thought.

“It’s been so long suga’ just give me a bit of lovin’ yeah? The kids are gone, we’ve got the house all to ourselves for at least the next two hours.” He smiled softly, accent thick as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to. Of course you did. Who wouldn’t? 

You pulled him into a kiss, standing on your tiptoes as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. It was obvious how eager and desperate he was for this. 

The two of you stumbled out of the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, clothes coming off on the way there, the two of you tripping as you rushed to get your pants off.

You had no intention of taking things slow, despite having all the time in the world. You were much too worked up for any of that, and by the way Kit was panting, he wasn’t in the mood for slow either.

Kit’s large hands came behind you once your shirt was up and over your head, undoing your bra like he’d done so many times before, letting the straps slide down your arms before your breasts were freed.

Kit brushed the pad of his thumb over one of the hardening nipples, grinning. You shivered, arching into the touch. Just the simplest of touches had you so desperate for more.

Luckily for you, Kit was more than ready to give you anything your heart desired.

Your hand gently brushed over the bulge in his white boxers, causing him to throw his head back with a sigh, subtly bucking into the touch.

“Okay baby- ya gotta stop that or I’ll cum-“ he whined, cock twitching in his boxers as he pulled your hand away, shaking his head with a laugh.

“It’s been too long.” He mumbled as he pulled you into a kiss, practically ripping off your panties along with his underwear before positioning himself between your legs.

You reached down and gave his length a few strokes for good measure before he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed his length in.

It always hurt the first few moments with Kit, no matter how much you’d done it. He was well above average and you always needed time to adjust to his size.

Kit nearly collapsed over you at the feeling of your plush walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper inside.

You gripped his hair in your hands and played with it absentmindedly as the two of you waited to adjust. Kit shook subtly against you, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Baby- go ahead I’m ready.” You moaned out. He didn’t need to be told twice, already beginning to thrust in and out before you even finished your sentence.

Gripping onto his shoulders, your nails dug into his skin, sure to leave red marks tomorrow that he’d admire in the mirror each time he got changed. 

“Fuck baby, yer so tight. Damn-“ he groaned out, peppering kisses along your neck and collarbone, fucking into you at a much harsher pace now.

“Mmm Kit f-Fuck-“ You moaned out, his groin brushing against your clit with each thrust in, causing pleasure to surge through you, a tight dull ache forming in the pit of your stomach.

Kit sensed this change in you almost immediately and it made him weak in the knees. Making you cum was always such an honor for him, and god was he so, so good at it. 

“Close-“ You whined out, hips chasing his each time he pulled back to thrust once more.

“Yeah? Gonna cum fer me? Yeh you are. Good girl, my good girl.” He cooed, reaching down to rub circles against your clit.

You were so lost in the pleasure that the air was knocked out of your lungs when you did cum. You arched your back and cried out, biting down on your bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as you writhed underneath Kit 

Seeing you like this was more than enough to trigger his own release and soon, a warmth filled you up from deep inside. Kit soon collapsed next to you, holding you close as he slipped out of you, his cum dripping onto the bedsheets that would now definitely need changed.

You both stayed silent for several moments, just panting, enjoying the after effects of your releases.

“We need to do that more often.” Kit breathed out with an exasperated chuckle, brushing your hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Well we still have a few more hours until the kids get home.” You grinned, rolling over to sit atop him, hands laying flat on his chest as you gave him a suggestive smirk.

“Oh baby-“ he cooed, his accent stronger now in his hazy state of pleasure as he held your hips.

Happy Halloween to the two of you. 

[planetpedri]

Silver lining — Florian Wirtz.

Pairing: Florian Wirtz x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’d locked yourself out of your apartment, your phone was dead, nobody was home, so your only option was to ask your new neighbor for help. Even though that small inconvenience sucked, you were about to be eternally grateful.

Word count: 1.2k

Disclaimer/s: FLUFF! FLUFF! also reader being a little paranoid cuz stranger danger but not really iykwim.

A/N: This plot literally came to my head right before i was about to take a nap so i put it in my notes so i could write later and i’m sooooo. guys. guys this may be my favorite plot.

There was no way this was happening to you. There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now! You gripped your purse a little tighter, kneeling to the floor so you could spread it out further. You checked every pocket, every crevice, and they were nowhere to be seen.

You had forgotten your keys at your sister’s house, or in her car, or— You mind was spinning, trying to place exactly where you’d had them last.

Then your brain lit up, you needed to call your sister. She’d bring them over! Grabbing your phone, you tap the screen, but it doesn’t turn on. Your face scrunches as you tappen it rapidly, clicking the side button too. That’s when you’re met with the red battery sign. Great. Your phone was dead, too.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and shove them into your purse. You only had one option right now and that was to ask one of your neighbors to borrow their phone.

Not your favorite idea, but the only one that you had at that moment.

Standing up from the ground, you glance around the hallway. Five options. The old married couple at the end who always gave you the creeps, a girl named Julia, who was probably too busy working… the options went on until you landed on the door right across from yours.

The new guy. You’d never talked to him, never seen him, just heard of him from Julia, who was a gossiper through and through.

Red flags flew across your mind as you took timid steps closer. Stranger danger. But, at the end of the day, you weren’t that scared. You always took risks, so there was no reason to be nervous. All you needed was his phone, and that’s it!

Bringing your fist up to the door, you knock. One… Two… Three… “I’m coming! Hold on!” A man’s voice shouts from the other side, not rude or anything, just assuring you he was going to open it soon.

You take a small step away from the door when you hear the lock clicking open and the doorknob turning. It swings open to reveal a confused man, his bleached hair damp as if he’d just showered. Your theories are confirmed when you see water stains on his gray shirt.

Swallowing thickly, you raise a quick hand in greeting. “Hey.. i’m your neighbor! Uhm, I got locked out, my phone is dead, and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call my sister?” You speak quickly, suddenly all too nervous. Not because he was a stranger, but because he was.. well. He was hot.

Your new neighbor was hot and he was making you very nervous. This was new. And he looked familiar, though you couldn’t quite place why.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he nods his head, opening the door wider to give you a clear view of his apartment. “Of course. It’s on the charger, you can wait inside if you want?”

Stranger danger! Stranger danger! “Thank you! I appreciate that,” you smile, following him inside.

The door falls shut behind you, and you take a moment to recognize this was how a lot of true crime stories start. But, you don’t make a move to leave. Instead, you follow him into the living room area, appreciating how clean it was.

Another thing that surprised you. Most men who lived alone weren’t this neat. Then you feel slightly disappointed, he must have a girlfriend.

The blonde unplugs his phone, handing it to you. “Password’s ten-seventeen.” He nods, moving to sit down on a brown sofa.

Taking the device gratefully, you unlock the phone and move to the calling app. “Thank you, again.” You say before dialing your sister, pressing the phone to your ear.

She picks up on the fourth ring, and you explain your situation quickly. Unfortunately, she was already home, so it would take her twenty minutes at the very least, to get back to you.

Sighing a quick thanks, you hang up. “She’s like, twenty minutes away! Thank you, here’s your phone…” You trail off, realizing you never asked his name.

“Florian.” He nods, taking the phone back. “You’re welcome to wait here…” He does the same trailing off, and you laugh. You tell him your name and a smile graces his lips. He repeats it, lips curling into a grin. “That’s a pretty name, it’s nice to meet you.”

Your face flushes at the compliment. “Oh, uh, thank you! Wow, i’ve told you that like twelve times in the past ten minutes!” You’re in a flustered, rambling state, completely embarrassing yourself.

But Florian just smiles, finding it endearing. “So, how long have you lived here?” He asks, motioning for you to sit down.

You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, turning your body towards him as you get comfortable. “About… two years now? I originally lived with my sister, but she got married and moved out.” You had no idea why you were telling him random facts you didn’t need to say, but he listened intently anyways. “How about you? I haven’t really seen you around.”

“Just a few months, but I travel a lot, so i’m rarely here.” That’s when it clicks. That’s why he looks so familiar.

Your eyes widen, “oh my God. You’re a footballer.” Now you were extremely embarrassed. Your sister is definitely going to freak when she realizes who you’re with.

Florian rubs the back of his neck, nodding sheepishly. “That I am.”

“That’s cool.” You play it off, not wanting to seem too geeked about it. You had to act normal.

Florian nods, his lip twitching slightly. “Uhm, so, what do you do for work?”

The rest of the twenty minutes goes by smoothly, conversations flowing between you two easily and comfortably. You’d grown to enjoy his company, and he clearly felt the same.

You’d charged your phone while you two spoke, so when you get the notification that your sister had arrived, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Florian’s eyes flicker to your phone, his lips forming a thin line.

“Well… I suppose I should go.” You stand slowly, subconsciously trying to spend a little more time. Florian stands as well, taking his sweet time walking you to the door.

He hesitates, his hand on the door knob, “we should do this again sometime?” He suggests, eyes trailing up to your face.

You attempt to suppress a smile, nodding quickly. “Yes!” Too fast. “I mean… yeah, no for sure.” You shrug, lips darting out to wet your lips nervously.

He quietly chuckles, turning the doorknob and opening it to allow you to leave. “Are you busy tomorrow?” He asks, stepping aside to let you through.

Once you were back in the hallway, you turn back around to face him. “I have work till four, but I should be free after that!”

“Good,” he hums, “knock on my door whenever you want, i’ll be here.” After exchanging a quick goodbye, he shuts the door, leaving you with a wide smile on your face.

Forgetting your keys just became the best inconvenience you’ve ever had.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @spidybaby !

[castlephantom]

Some Castlevania Characters Headcanons

Lisa

• She might come from a bloodline of vampire hunters.

•Lisa was raised that vampires are evil, the true beasts.

•She was loved by her parents, supporting her to become a healer.

•However, she mets by pure accident an older woman who is a secret worshiper of Dracula to go to him if her wants to know the knowledge of the healing.

•When Lisa met Dracula, she wasn't afraid of him.

•She saw that Dracula wasn't a monster, but a broken person with sharp mind, not knowing the reason why he fall in love with her.

•When her parents goes to Dracula's castle, believing that their daughter was kidnaped by him.

•So when they see that Lisa fall in love with Dracula while he was lovely-dovely with thier daughter, they immediately disonwed Lisa.

•Lisa didn't not know what to do, but Dracula told lies like her parents didn't care of her.

•So when they married, Lisa started to question that what she did was even right choise.

•This accentuated when Adrian/Alucard came in the picture.

Julia Laforeze

•She was much closer with Isaac before events of CoD.

•As a child, she was loved by her parents, much in contradiction with Isaac.

•Maybe Laforeze siblings arw half-siblings if aren't full blooded ones.

•So she went in Dracula's Castle with Isaac at one point.

•She looked up at Isaac while Isaac was focused to make Dracula proud, also had a little jealousy over Hector.

•Because she felt unconfortable that Isaac was super royal to Dracula, to the point that she didn't recognize as Isaac that she knew.

•So she left Dracula's Castle and starts to live mostly alone, because she hide away form witchcraft.

Leon Belmont

•He got his mother's hair and eyes.

•He was loved as a child until they died.

•He was adopted by Cronqvist family at age 11 or 12.

•He might grew up with legends of monsters, but not with the legends of Eternal Night.

•Leon viewed Mathias like a brother and Elisabetha as sister.

•When he was engaged with Sara, for both of them was the love at the first sight

•After events of LoI, he became so depressed until he mets a woman that has the knowledge of monsters and vampires.

•Months later, Leon married her, but they respected each other as vampire hunters and friends, not as lovers.

•Their marriage of was a business, nothing more.

Walter Bernhard

•He was born during the end of Bronze Age, during the time when the Sea People invaded Ancient Egypt.

•Walter never met his mother (because she died from childbirth after the deal with a demon to save him). Despite that, he cared for her genualy for her.

•He might met Homer in person, hearing the Iliad and Odyssey.

•Walter loved the culture of Ancient Greece.

•He might hold respect to people like Alexander the Great or Julius Cesear for short period.

•Walter might became like (his personality in LoI) this during Roman Empire when in his eyes he saw the ride of Christianity.

•He used Joachim for his purpose, propably cared of him until he couldn't accept Joachim's rebealious nature.

•He kidnaped Justine not just for the game, but also wanted to be the child that Joachim wasn't, manipulates her that he would be better father then Rinaldo.

•While Mathias manipulated him to kidnap Sara, Walter saw her to be close to his ideal bride, but she wasn't.

[sirianasims]

We had dinner at the food stall behind the gallery, talking about everything and nothing. Paul asked about my costumes and I showed him some of my cosplays and even a few original designs on my phone. He could name every single character I’d done, and I was quite thrilled to discover that he was just as much of a geek as I was. I don’t know why I had expected otherwise, considering the kind of roles he played.

He told me he’d loved comics and superheroes since he was a child, so when the casting call for a live-action Llama Man series went out he had jumped at the chance even though he knew the risk.

And he’d been right. By the time the series ended, he was too established as Llama Man and casting directors were passing him over for more serious roles.

He didn’t seem to mind that much though. He said that being a lead actor was hard work and he much preferred smaller roles where he could have some more creative input. These days, he mostly worked on Llama Man: The Animated Series and a few other voice acting gigs.

After the gallery closed, we found ourselves on a bench outside. The night was warm. I didn’t feel like going back to my apartment yet, and Paul didn’t seem to be in any hurry either.

“Finally, the director told me that if I didn’t get it together, he was going to replace me with an actual llama next season. So, obviously I had to bring a llama for the launch party. He did not appreciate the gesture. Turns out very few llamas are house-trained.”

Our laughter echoed slightly in the empty plaza.

“You know, you remind me a little of my grandfather.”

“Ouch. You wound me. I’m not even forty, you know.”

“No, I mean, he was an actor as well. Conrad Richards. He loved pranks like that too.”

“Conrad Richards was your grandfather?”

“Well, he married my grandmother, but he was always grandpa Conrad to me.”

“That’s amazing. I was a big fan of his, actually. I liked how he always seemed to have fun with it, not like those actors who take themselves too seriously.”

“Yeah, he never took anything seriously. In every memory I have of him, he’s laughing.” My voice wavered slightly. “Sorry, I still miss him a lot.”

“Understandable.”

Paul took my hand.

“I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but the truth is, it doesn’t. You just get better at carrying the pain.”

He looked away, seemingly lost in thought.

“When my father died, my mother told me that grief is just love that no longer has a home. It has nowhere to go. So, what you need to do is give it a new home. Surround yourself with friends and family. Love the ones you have left even harder. It doesn’t make the grief go away, but they will help you carry it.”

He cleared his throat and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. I immediately missed the warmth.

“Thank you, Paul. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome. Julia.”

We sat in silence for a moment. Then, he looked at his watch and smiled at me, back to his cheerful self.

“Sadly, as much as I’d love to, we can’t sit here and chat all night. I have to catch a flight back to the Valley in the morning. So unless you feel like walking me to my hotel to make sure I don’t get lost, we should probably part ways.”

“Sure. Where’s your hotel, then?”

He hesitated, his eyes searching my face.

“ZenView Heights. But -“

I leapt to my feet. “It’s this way.”

Paul grabbed my wrist and looked at me with a serious expression.

“Julia, it was a joke. And that’s way too far to walk. Are you really sure about coming back to my hotel?”

I tried to listen for that little voice in my head, the one that was supposed to warn me when I was about to do something stupid, but there was only silence. 

And Paul.

I nodded, slightly surprised at myself. Paul sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing any more,” he muttered as we walked to the street to find a taxi.

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[dennydraws]

I can't believe @sunnyluma bullied me into posting this... Disclaimer: I write fanfiction once in 10 years, English isn't my native language. I got plot bunnies during the affinity event in FEH

Day of Devotion Words: 1877 Characters: F/Robin (FEAwakening) x Julius (FE4)

The Day of Devotion. A lovely holiday in Askr, a day to bring flowers and express love - all kinds of love. Love towards friends, family … and more. Robin smiled as she placed the flowers through her hair. A smile that would slowly wilt with every next bloom that found it's place on her garments. Her family - the shepherds, they were not here. Not in the same ones in any case. Chrom who once was the closest to her heart was now spending the holiday with another Robin. Not that this Chrom was the same Chrom she knew. Just how many versions of herself were there? It would've been a lie if she said she didn't feel cheated that she was plucked form a timeline she had found happiness and salvation from Grima… or was on the verge of it in any case. And now she was here, in the middle of other conflicts. Happiness was so close and then taken away.

But feelings, especially personal ones such as those had no room on the battlefield and she as a tactician knew that better than anyone. So, her smile adorned her lips once more. She still had plenty to be thankful for - Askr was welcoming place and she had the unique opportunity to meet so many heroes from across time and space - even …more versions of herself! She saw some Robins with worse fate - reminding her of what could've been had she not met Chrom. And there were some Robins who seemed to have tied the knot …with some questionable individuals from the army. She still couldn't wrap her mind over how could any versions of herself would get married to Gangrel of all people and yet the utter devotion she could see in their eyes spoke volumes of how strong that bond was. The smile began to wilt again.

"Oh, get a grip Robin… that's not like you at all." She closed her eyes and shook off any sign of bitterness that could even try to emerge. After all, she knew full well what Grima would feed upon if she even slightly allows it. Instead Robin picked the buoquet of flowers and went out to find someone out there who got no flowers today - surely there ought to be a lone soul somewhere in Askr that could use a little happiness today. As Robin strolled the paved streets, slowly but surely she reminded herself - it was for a tactical benefit. Happier heroes make for stronger units. At the end of the day their survival was the main goal. And that's exactly what she thought when her eyes stopped upon Julius. Alone as usual, he was leaning on a tree in the shades and away from everyone and everything. Robin was aware of his circumstances, in fact she considered him almost like a distant reflection of herself. She knew how a dragon's hold on the mind could feel even when everyone in the army was sure there was nothing left of the real Julius there. Purely for tactical purposes, she reminded herself once more. "Happy day of devotion." Robin beamed a polite smile, holding forth the flowers.

There was a moment of complete confusion on Julius' face. Julia had attempted to sneak a bouquet earlier today which he had instantly crushed despite the screams from his inner mortal puppet. He didn't expect more or any other interactions today, in fact he was hoping he'd be left alone today and this brief moment of confusion loosened the grip he had. "Why?" Julius uttered in an usual calmer voice. Robin immediately caught it. So he was still in there, she thought. Talking to her own fallen self was completely useless when she had tried before but this change of tone made her consider - there might still be something of Julius left in him. "Why not? You've been helping the army fight off whatever evil is looming over us. Isn't that a good reason to thank you for your efforts?" Robin answered pulling her best tactician voice. After all, it was simply stating the facts.

"Hah! You think I do that out of devotion? I long to crush you like the little insects you are. The contract simply binds me to crush only specific ones. But when this contract is broken you will make no difference to me!" Julius leaned in, his hand over the flowers clutched into a tight grip before Robin could even let go. "Yes well… I'm glad you are accepting the flowers though my hand doesn't come with them." Robin noted completely ignoring the dragon's taunts. Another moment caught off guard. "Ah…" A sudden obedient withdraw followed. There he was again, Robin thought and a smirk formed her lips. So that's how you had to go with it. The more you registered Loptous the more he emerged. She just had to see Julius instead. Her eyes squinted. But that was an issue wasn't it? No one knew Julius… except when he was a child and even then, that was so long ago. Whoever was inside had all grown up now. "You seek something that is no longer there." the dragon smirked, taking the flowers, nails gripping into them. Oh he only had to tear them now in front of her to make his point and yet, this hand was flinching in disobedience.

"Hmm, yeah been there, done that." Robin waved her hand after which she completely ignored the looming figure and sat under the tree next to him. This dress certainly made it a bit harder. As much as she enjoyed the flowers, at the back of her head she only wished she was in her comfortable long robes and poofy pants. "They only see the monster, the big disappointment that you are no longer you. It really chips away from your confidence, doesn't it? We're not that different - you and I." Julius remained frozen and still. The dragon was silenced in sheer anger. How dared this mortal overlook him!?

"I was just… lucky. I had someone to pull me before that grip got too strong to bear. But there were times I wasn't as lucky." Robin wasn't looking at him, her smile turned somber, "But you are still holding on. It means you are devoted to something - a hope, an idea, maybe someone… That's worth celebrating today, don't you think?" The pain coming through Julius' head was immense but he made no noise. He couldn't let Loptous groan or grunt like every other time he even tried to produce a thought of his own. His hand was holding on to these flowers - a devotion to hope he never dared speak and he was ready to break his own hand before he lets him crush them. The silence hung in the air. Robin didn't move or look up. A heavy feeling began to swell into her throat - is this how Emmeryn felt? Memories of her speech before she lept into her death after no reaction came from the armies started to surface. The painful realization that the ideals you hold on to are not strong enough to change the inevitable tragedy ahead. A mental kick followed - when did she get so foolish as to let emotions dictate her so? She was a tactician. Emmeryn pure and kind expected the best in people and the world needed people like her but Robin? She had to ground herself. This conversation was nothing but tactical approach to boost morale, nothing more.

Something gently snuck behind her ear. A flower form the bouquet. "I used to.. place flowers in her hair." Julius muttered, slow and uncertain. He had leaned over, his look distant yet searching. Robin turned immediately with her eyes widened. This was most certainly not Loptous. Her mind raced. What did he mean? Oh, he probably meant Ishtar. Of course he did. A little bitter reminder. She mentally bit her tongue - now was not the time for this. The point was - he was still there, in fact he emerged. Was it a good moment to run and call for her? No, that would mean leaving him alone and this moment felt too crucial. Like a battlefield on it's own, it was all about timing, catching the flow and turning it to your favor. "The…best I could do... was to let them go. If they hated me…they would not come near, they would not …be hurt by him. If they... knew I was still here…they would hesitate and he would kill them. They…are safe now… without me." Julius continued speaking with his look turning more and more empty with each word.

Robin recognized where this was going. His thoughts would spiral in despair and Loptous would emerge again, maybe this time for good. She had to think fast, what to reply before he'd slip again. She had to help him win this battle. "Your strength is admirable and I say that as a tactician." Robin replied with a forced brighter tone, pushing any and all emotions that could possibly create a tremble. She had to focus on… Julius. Not on Loptous. Not on the weaved tragedy that had stained every step of his life but on the hero who no one would see or even believe was still in there. Julius' eyes gained a brief focus even if no words came out, Robin knew he was looking at her… maybe a bit too strongly. It was strange, she had seen Julius many times, but never… The Julius, nor his look ever felt on her, not like this. She gave herself another mental kick. Now she began to see how some version of her out there married Gangrel - he too probably did this helpless lost look on her and tugged her heart strings. Probably even gave her flowers. Apparently that was a weak spot she had not realized. Although the image of Gangrel holding a bouquet of flowers was absurd and yet suddenly things began to make a bit more sense regarding her romantic choices in some alternative realities.

"I mean it. I'm proud of you, Julius!" Robin added further as small attempt to break the silence once more and shake any potential emotions trying to find their way into her heart. Instead of a reply Julius simply slumped on his knees, much like a tired puppet with loosen strings and planted his forehead on her shoulder. Robin turned stiff as a statue. That certainly wasn't an expected turn of events. Carefully she moved her arms to give him a careful pat which gradually became a hug. Goodness, this… escalated quickly, she thought. Julius couldn't utter more words. Rather he basked in the sensation of his own body for as brief as this was going to last. He wanted to enjoy the moment - he wasn't sure if he'd ever get another. But the smell of flowers in her dress, her hair, the gentle hold on him - yes he… he would get another. He would fight to get another moment such as this.

Autor Note: Do not blame me for this idea, blame this!

I can't believe I wrote a fanfic in 2024 about Fire Emblem...

[elisysd]

Castles Crumbling

Cruel Summer Masterlist

Charles and Lyanna's relationship

And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret Falling down like promises that I never kept

He forgot it. He forgot to pick up his son from his weekly session with his therapist. He didn’t have much to do, just to pick him up so that Lyanna could enjoy her afternoon without having to worry about anything. Yet, he couldn’t even do something as simple as pick up his son. Lyanna had received a call from the center saying that Louis was alone and was waiting for an hour now. She had left abruptedly and found her son, tears straining his cheeks and remaining silent. She had tried her best to make him say someting, even if it was just a sound but she had to give up as he refused to pronounce a word.

When she finally got back home, she was fuming. Not only was she angry but she was sad and disappointed. Lately Charles was hell bent on the idea of winning one last title to the point that nothing seemed to matter around him beside the victory. Sometimes Lyanna was not recognizing the man she had married almost fifteen years ago. And sometimes, when se was alone in bed, waiting for his call that he had promised her but never gave, she couldn’t help but think that maybe it was the end of them. All that their marriage was now was only empty promises and little white lies for the sake of pretending that everything was fine in front of the kids.

The man that had promised her to always come back to her was just the shadow of himself.

When Louis and her got back home, she sent her son away, promising him that she would come to play with him later and went to the office, in the back of the house where her husband was having a conversation with some members of the Ferrari staff. When he saw her in the door way he silently indicated her that he was busy but Lyanna didn’t care. Forgetting his son was the last straw. One she would not ignore. She stepped in the room, waved to the staff and pressed the mute button.

“Lyanna. I don’t have time right now. It’s a very important meeting.”

“More important than you son, apparently.’ she said, taking him by surprise.

She could see him mutter a “shit” and not wanting to create a scene, she left the room. She didn’t know what else to add. She heard Charles saying that he would call back, that there was an emergency at home and she heard his footsteps behind her.

“I can’t do that anymore Charles…” whispered Lyanna as she was sitting down on the sofa, her head between her hands.

“Can’t do what, Lyanna?”

“This. Us. I’m tired, I’ve got nothing left in me.”

“What do you mean? Lyanna talk to me.”

“You’re never there!” she exploded. “ After all this time, you're still chasing pipe dreams. Whereas I'm here, with your daughter and your son, waiting for you. But I have the feeling that you don't care... that one last title with Ferrari is all that matters to you.”

“That’s not true. You know that.”

“Where were you for the appointments with the doctor and the psychologists when we couldn't understand why Louis lagged behind the other children in speaking or even making a sound? When he refused to look at me and I didn't understand and thought it was my fault, that I was doing something wrong, that I was a bad mother because I couldn't understand my baby's needs? Did you know that Louis can't stand his vegetables being mixed? Did you know that I have to sort them by colour before giving them to him, otherwise he won't eat them? That before every excursion I have to put on his noise-cancelling headphones, otherwise he cries because he can't stand certain noises? Of course you don't know. How could you? I can't do that anymore Charles. They need you. I need you, I need my husband.” she let a strangled sounD escape her throat and she was crying.

“Lyanna, you can’t ask me to leave everything behind. I know that I can do it, I know that I can win one last championship. I do it for you love, I do it for Julia and Louis. Whenever I step into the car, I think of you. You guys are my fuel.”

“But we don’t care about any of this, that’s what you don’t understand. And if you can’t understand… maybe that means that we are not on the same page anymore.”

“Are… are you saying that you want to divorce?” he was astonished and his voice hoarse. Tears were threatening to fall.

“I don’t know Charles… I don’t know.”

He tried to take her in his arms but she rejected him. He tried to take her hand but it seemed like it was not fitting in his anymore.

“I love you, Lyanna. You’re the love of my life.” His voice sounded like a plea. He wanted her to believe him but she shook her head.

“So prove it Charles…”

Charles remembered how Lyanna left that night, saying that she needed space to think things through. He stayed alone, in their big house with Julia and Louis and for the first time he felt like a stranger in his own family. He didn’t know what Louis needed, he didn’t know what to say to him, he didn’t know how to be the dad the little boy needed. And from afar, he looked at his daughter doing everything he should be the one doing. Cutting vegetables in regular pieces, being careful to not mix anything, always making herself seen by Louis so he wouldn’t be startled. When finally he was alone with his daugther she spoke.

“I understand why mom left tonight.”

“Did she tell you anything?”

Charles was hoping that since Lyanna was not answering his texts, she would at least update Julia.

“No. But she doesn’t need to. I see how unhappy she has been lately. She misses you. I miss you too. We all miss you, even Louis. You screwed up bad, dad.”

“I know, princess. All I’ve ever wanted was to give you all a nice life, one you would be proud of. I want to make you all proud.”

“But that’s the thing, dad. We are all already so proud of you. I love you, even if you were not a world champion. And that’s the same for mom.”

“What should I do, then?”

“I think you know. But the question is, are you ready for it?”

Without another word, she got up, kissed her dad’s cheek and went to her room. She was trying to be strong, for Louis but seeing their family picture, taken during Christmas last year, she let a tear fall from her eye. She didn’t want to have a broken family.

The next few weeks, Charles hadd several meetings in addition to the races and the season was almost coming to an end. After a lot of thought he finally made a decision and he was hoping that it would save his marriage. He was going to retire. His place was with his family, that is where he needed to be. They were right, they needed him but if Charles was being honest with himself, he needed them more.

Lyanna took his decision with caution. This was a first step towards repairing the broken pieces of their relationship. But it would need time and she hoped that Charles was ready. To her surprise, it’s him who brougt up the idea of couple councelling. And Lyanna agreed. And it helped them. Slowly but surely, Lyanna was starting to see the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, coming back to her.

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author's note: Don't hate me please lmao. Next bonus is the last one and will be a focus on Julia and Ethan, hehehe. It won't be as sad as the previous ones don't worry. No more heartbreaks for you guys.

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[weidli]

you know what i think if i let myself i Could have emotions about sebastian and masculinity/sexuality. he reads to me as very. Einzelkind whose parents' marriage wasn't quite entirely a happy one but they stayed married because that's what you do. abitur gut abgeschlossen, vier semester kriminalpsychologie, polizeischule, marry young and have 2 (.5) kids and a little house and be kriminalhauptkommissar at 31, by the book and conscientous and good at your work. das hätt ich gerne schriftlich. and then. he's got the script all filled out and he Does love julia and he definitely loves the kids but i do think there's always a bit of an element of playacting to it a bit of This Is What You Do. he's got the box he thinks he's supposed to fit in so he climbs in and pulls in his legs and calls it cozy. do you know what i mean. and if he looks at men the Wrong Way sometimes and isn't always quite happy in his own skin then he ignores it because he's Doing Everything Right, isn't he? and then thorsten shows up! mister ran away from home to live in a wg with anarchists. mister had his own perfect wife and kid (that he did love!) box to sit in and went off to be a professional liar and hider of identity right up until the box got run over by an lkw. mister okay i'll sign your paperwork but i'm gonna sign it pinocchio. mister fuck you and fuck this i'm running over that border to fetch that child back. and sebastian falls in love with him immediately gets a lil looser with the police book rules and follows thorsten over the border and asks his wife if she thinks you can be in love with two people at once and makes jokes about in an alternate universe he'd totally fuck his partner and it's all Safe, you know, because he still has the box. sure the marriage with julia is falling apart and he doesn't see the kids as much as he'd like to but he's still playing the role, isn't he? everything's fine. (and he doesn't notice that julia's unhappy maybe as quickly as he should, because his parents were like that too, weren't they, and it was fine, right?). he's still sitting in the boxes Good Man and Good Father and Good Husband he's just also holding thorsten's hand over the side you know. and then julia drops the hey i can't do this anymore let's get divorced bomb and just SPLINTERS the box he thought was always going to be there. (in favor of a man with a wheelchair, no less, and there's definitely something to be said about perceived masculinity and how sebastian does to some extent see it as a competition). and that's where it uh. gets messy. the script's gone he doesn't know what to do. he drinks and lets the kids paint the apartment walls wild colors and flirting with thorsten feels different too because the possibility of following through is there in a way it wasn't before. (i don't think sebastian is at all the type to cheat, scherbenhaufen cover backstory aside; he strikes me more as the type of guy to latch on to one or two people as His and be loyal forever, you know). something something how nervous he is in freigang about being in a brothel with thorsten while thorsten is just. 100% unphased by the situation. something something the argument they have about trust and control in a room with bdsm regalia on the walls and how jittery sebastian is about it

[yvonnesayler]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, YVONNE SAYLER! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like CAMILA QUEIROZ. You must be the THIRTY year old BARTENDER AT THE FOUR LEAF PUB. Word is you’re RESILIENT but can also be a bit DUBIOUS and your favorite song is DARK PARADISE by LANA DEL REY. I also heard you’ll be staying in CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS. Trigger Warnings: Death, grief, drugs

basic stats

Full Name: Yvonne Estela Moreira Sayler

Nickname(s): Yve (pronounced like 'Eve'), Slayer

Gender: Cis woman (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: March 13 (30)

Hometown: Loch Lomond, Florida

Current Residence: Crystal Cove Condominiums

Time in AB: Two years

Occupation: Bartender at the Four Leaf Pub

Education: Just shy of a high school diploma

Religion: Non-practicing Catholic

Pets: None

Hair Color: Light brown

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5'6

Tattoos: TBA

Piercings: One in each lobe

Favorite Movie: True Romance

Favorite Alcoholic Drink: Jack and Coke

Favorite Food:

brief bio

Yvonne grew up in a mobile home neighborhood in Loch Lomond, Florida. She lived with her mom, Julia, and no father, whom Julia has always claimed was Lou Reed of The Velvet Underground.

She was a moody, eccentric girl in school and ended up dropping out just shy of graduation to marry her boyfriend, who had graduated two years previously at a high school in neighboring Pompano Beach. He came from a wealthy family whom Yvonne got along with very well, at least until she eloped with their son. He already had his trust fund at that point and the two of them used it to leave Florida behind.

They ended up across the country in Phoenix, Arizona, and Yvonne was literally just happy being a wife and curating little hobbies while her husband worked. They were more or less happy for about five years, when she lost him to a drowning accident. In his will he'd left all of his money to her, which became an enormous legal battle with his family, but which Yvonne ultimately won, perhaps not least of all because she slept with his family's lawyer.

She then took her money and went to California, where she initially spent a few years in LA before deciding it was too fast-paced for her and relocating to Aurora Bay, still idyllic and still California but a little more her speed. She works now as a bartender at the Four Leaf Pub.

personality

Smokes a lot of cigarettes, thinks vapes are fuckingggg lame

Kind of a coke fiend tbh

Has gotten in trouble with law enforcement for swimming naked in natural bodies of water

Was made for hookup culture, one night stands are her thing these days ever since she lost her husband

Genuinely has no idea if Lou Reed is actually her dad but she very seriously doubts it

Was utterly derailed by the loss of her husband, obviously, but also emotionally vexed by the way the sudden freedom excited her a little bit too

Not at all academically-inclined but very world savvy and can take care of herself

Very friendly and loves to yap but has an introverted side and will sometimes hermit herself away and only be in the mood to see her close friends

Has a 'mysteriously rich widow' vibe like you don't THINK she killed her husband for all that money but you also wouldn't bet your life on it 😭

Has a great singing voice, very croony and old-timey

Loves making her own clothes and has a small Etsy shop where she sells her handmade stuff that she doesn't keep for herself, has been known to take commissions

Has the moodiest wardrobe, absolutely walks around in head scarf + sunglasses combo

Drives a powder blue Audi A4 convertible

connection ideas

Neighbors in Crystal Cove Condos

Some close friends, some regular friends, some acquaintances from around town and regulars at the pub where she works

Anybody who's bought clothes from her or commissioned something

An ex from the last two years that probably deeply didn't work out

Tinder/Hinge/any of those, one night stands, one-or-two-off dates, maybe one fwb but I don't see her maintaining that kind of relo very often

She's such a consumer. Does your muse sell stuff? Have a shop? She's a regular

Her attorney and financial advisor

Possible connection to her late husband (a cousin or sibling of his maybe) but this would have to be discussed

Someone who is absolutely convinced she killed her husband 😭

[the-vixen]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 : 𝙀𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

PART 1 PART 2 -------- MASTERLIST

When you are sent on a mission to rescue Ethan Hunt from prison, the events that domino will force you to face the ghosts of your past and your guilt tied to Ethan.

This takes place throughout the events of ghost protocol. There will be a change in the story and the events of the mission impossible 2 and 3. Ethan and Julia never got married, a certain amount of information will be changed that will be revealed in the story. 

"Uh.."

you stopped your work as Benji's voice crackled in your ear. Jane looked at you from her position opposite to you. "what is it?" you asked, pressing a finger to your comms. 

"we have a passenger." he followed up. 

Jane shook her head and resumed the set up, you shook your head. "just get him here on time." you spoke softly as you continued to work with Jane. 

when the song ended, you pressed the button on the machine, before Jane sent up the wire. A larger man yelled as he came clumsily down the wire, before Ethan allowed suit. He helped him up as you and Jane pulled the tools away. You stayed silent when Ethan's gaze landed on you.

It had been months since you last saw him. Memories and guilt flooded back into you as strong and forceful as the day you found out he went into the prison; taking the blame as a cost of your mistakes in the field. Your breath caught in your chest as you looked over the expanse of his chest and biceps, watching him heave slightly from the effort of the escape. His eyes bore into you briefly, looking over your face and body. 

"Ethan hunt?" Jane spoke 

His gaze ripped away from you harshly. 

"and you are?" he looked at her. 

"agent Carter." she introduced, watching him nod before grabbing his companion. 

"Okay." he took a breath and went ahead, leaving you and Jane to follow after him.

-----  

You watched Jane verify Ethan's identity in the van as Benji drove. "I don't mean to bring up the elephant in the room but what's with the big hairy Russian?" he asked. 

Ethan looked away from Jane, "who? bogdan? he fed me intel..if I left him there they would've killed him..so we're gonna give him his freedom." he briefly looked to you before back to benji, "did you call in the sweepers?" he asked. Benji nodded, "yep on their way." he chirped. Ethan stared at him for a few seconds, "good.. good....Benji....how is it you're here?" he asked, perplexed. 

Benji smiled, "oh I passed the field exam. crazy right?" he grinned, "y/n got reinstated too!" he added. You swallowed and looked away preparing the sedative gun for Bogdan. Ethan watched you, "you're back in the field?" he asked carefully. 

You were about to respond before Bogdan looked at Ethan. "Sergei? are you..not russian?" he asked confused, to which Ethan responded by only telling him to relax. "Sweepers  approaching...brooms are out!" Benji announced as he slowed down. 

"Roger that-"

"Sergei. are you not...sergei?"

Ethan took the gun from your hands and shot Bogdan, making him groan. 

Ethan moved next to you and cupped Bogdan's face. "You'll be fine. Bogdan... I always take care of my friends." He spoke. you pushed open the door as he became drowsy. "my....friend..." he muttered before he was transferred to the other van. 

Benji drove off as Ethan looked at you. You shifted in your seat before grabbing the bag of clothes for him. "Messy bringing him along." You said softly. "I thought it went rather well." he gave a small grin, a teaser of his true trademark smile of mischief. 

Jane looked at him, "you mind telling us what you were doing in a Russian prison?"

"mind telling me why you broke me out?" Ethan immediately shot. 

Jane looked at you before looking back to Ethan as doubt covered her features. "this wasn't a rescue mission?" she asked both you and Ethan. 

He settled next to you as he spoke, "let me put it this way. if the secretary wanted me out of there....it must be pretty bad out here." he looked at her. Jane watched him for a few seconds before recounting the events that took place in Budapest, the events that led to the death of agent Hanaway. 

As Ethan and Jane discussed details of the IMF suspect investigation, Cobalt and Sabine Moreau, your attention fogged as you watched him.

His hair was longer, almost as when you first met him in sydney. The memory bloomed in your mind as you remembered how you teased each other, challenging each other. You were sure that he didn't see you as anything more than a rival, till the two of you had to go recruit Nyah. A budding friendship and partnership developed quickly as you two found trust in desperate times. 

A friendship and partnership that's now dissolved because of your actions. 

----

Infiltrating the Kremlin.

Sounds exactly like the kind of job an Impossible Mission Force would take on. Sounds like the job Ethan would obviously take on. 

And yet, yet it seems impossible to be alone with Ethan. Let alone for a mission where he'd need to rely on you. 

As Ethan suited up, Benji synthesized the mask for him while Jane scouted the area. You pulled at your uniform, uncomfortable by its fitting before tying your hair up into a bun. 

Ethan looked at you, watching you as he pulled on his jacket. "your hair's longer.." he said softly. You looked at him, "so is yours.." your voice tinged with a tease. "look..Ethan...i.." you began, watching his piercing gaze fall onto your figure. Your heart pounded as you took a deep breath, urging yourself to form the right sentences and spit them out.

Years of training to be an IMF agent, and yet it was so difficult to form words around the man you cared for.  

Cared for. 

That's the right word isn't it? your time with Ethan made you close to him, all the missions you went on with him and Luther, it'd be obvious that you cared for him.

As a colleague.

A partner

A friend.

Any feelings beyond that were wholly and utterly unprofessional. Any affection would be unreciprocated. Any expression of endearment would be and should be rejected. Especially when costed him his future with Julia.

It wasn't as if you didn't have feelings for him before he went to prison. A small part of you thinks if Ethan hadn't fallen for Julia then maybe...maybe there could've been...

Something.

Maybe.

But you don't blame Julia for it. 

Not when she was the ideal match for him. 

"i..um.." you stumbled to form words. "I just...I just wanted to say..." you took a pause, unsure if you should even bring it up considering how hard his gaze was. "Mask's ready." Jane walked over, handing Ethan his mask. She looked between you both, "everything alright?" she asked softly. Ethan looked down and clenched his jaw, his voice tight. "yeah. let's get moving." he took it and went over to benji. 

Jane looked at you as you put your boots on, waiting for you to adjust yourself before she handed you your comms. "is there something you want to talk about..?" she asked softly. A part of you knew she was genuinely concerned, but a part of you knew this was also a soft warning of making sure you're in the right headspace not to screw the mission up. 

Your first official mission since Ethan went away

You couldn't mess up. 

"Yeah..yeah lets just....go."

[draw-n-vent-with-imani]

PatB Review- Happy Narfday

**Before we get into it, I want to apologize for how long this has taken me to get out. I've been juggling a few different projects around and this always got pushed to the back burner.**

Oh dear, you guys want me to start off angry, don't ya?

Okay okay, I said I'd praise every episode at least a little, so I'll start off positive:

The first few minutes were actually pretty decent

Loved the song in this segment, I laugh every time Pinky starts singing

Any episode that gives more insight as to how Pinky thinks has some serious potential, and this one did NOT disappoint in that regard

It really had the potential to have a seriously sweet ending, or at least an interesting ending

Unfortunately...

That's where the positives end

When I tell you that my heart dropped when I read the episode summary before even seeing the segment, it fucking DROPPED.

If you don't need to read an overly negative rant of your favorite segment, here's your que to dip now, I won't be holding back just because I've had a year or two to simmer down.

You're here for the long haul, eh?

Alrighty then

Let's start with the premise: "Brain is forced to celebrate Pinky's Birthday"

There is no better way to piss me off than to word a summary like that. Brain not wanting to celebrate his own birthday is one thing, but to have him despise the idea of celebrating his ONLY FRIEND'S birthday is something completely different. These are the kinds of plotlines where Brain is at his most insufferable because he has to put himself aside. I was actually really worried that Talladega Mouse would turn out this way, but it thankfully didn't (maybe I'll do a review on that one next if it wins the next poll XD).

Brain being 'forced' to do something means he's just going to complain or lie or be antagonistic for the duration of the segment, and in this one he surprisingly manages to tick all of those.

But enough about the premise; I'm sure y'all are more interested in what I think of the meat of the episode. I will tackle this in 3 sections- The Build-Up, The Moment I "Walked Away", and Why the Apology Sucks- and then I'll wrap everything up with my final thoughts. Let's get into it!

The Build-Up (Everything leading up to the reveal)

I went into this segment knowing that there was a 50% chance I wouldn't like it because I HATE plotlines where Brain treats Pinky like he's a 'chore' to deal with, but I was hoping I could be pleasantly surprised.

And the first few minutes actually aren't that bad. Like I said, I love the song, and Pinky actually almost saying that he doesn't want to take over the world all the time could have led to a very interesting conversation.

However, that all changes when Brain decides to lie about the amulet he finds. And I've gotta stop to rant about his 'idea' because it's fucking stupid. So...his plan was to give it to Pinky as a present, take it while he was sleeping, and then use it for his plan (which we all know he wasn't going to enact that night because he had already been up for a FULL 24 HOURS). How stupid does he think Pinky is? It was kind of implied earlier in the episode that Pinky wasn't even really expecting Brain to get him anything. Did Brain think he could just take Pinky's present, one that he loved to the point that he was going to sleep right next to it, and then have that be the end of it? No shit he's going to notice. It makes more sense to just HIDE it for the rest of the episode and have Pinky realize Brain was planning behind his back.

You'll soon realize that a lot of my issues with episodes like these are linked to how if you think about what Brain is doing for more than 5 seconds, it immediately falls apart (i.e. Brain making B.R.A.I.N unfeeling and dumping his feelings on it, making a pocket dimension where he's married to Julia, throwing Pinky under the bus in court).

Anyway, Pinky finds Brain, gets his 'present' and then says this:

"I don't need anything but your friendship to have the best Narfday ever! And I mean it! Zort!"

It is at this point that I knew I would be cringing anytime Brain lies through his teeth. Like I said before, my feelings do end up making me view this episode in a very weird light. Just, Pinky wanted to spend a day with his best friend and not have to worry about ANYTHING. It was a plus to get a gift because he already loves being with Brain so damn much. At this point in season 2, Brain hasn't realized how much he should value his time with Pinky

The next song segment proceeds and then we get to...

The Moment I "Walked Away"

Pinky's confrontation was one of the hardest scenes for me to get through due to one important factor: second-hand rage. I get angry for Pinky a lot of the time ESPECIALLY in the reboot, and this episode had me reach my peak.

For starters, you get to hear Pinky try to get Brain to relax but Brain's trying to lie to get the amulet, which results in it getting destroyed and Brain blowing up at Pinky. This leads to the big reveal that Pinky's birthday had long since past and that he could never find the right time to bring it up until now.

Brain finally realizes he's been a dick and he apologizes and asks for forgiveness. This is where I get irrationally angry

When I tell you I couldn't sit though the scene, I mean every few seconds, I had to pause the video and pace around my room, mentally walking myself through Brain's behavior because I just couldn't comprehend it. What doesn't help is that the structure of the episode prevents any of what Pinky or Brain do in this moment to hit as hard as it really could have.

At this moment, I'm getting into my personal feelings about how I would have written the episode, because the way it is- it's just infuriating:

For starters, I'd make it a full 22 minutes (or at least somewhere between 11-15) because the episode was too damn short for the story they were trying to tell. If they wanted Brain to actually EARN any sort of forgiveness, you can not have him apologize and then have Pinky immediately forgive him. Pinky has more of an edge than that, he's gotten Brain to properly apologize before; let him run off in a huff, or just have him tell Brain "I need some alone time", or SOMETHING

You gotta move the reveal to earlier so that we can see Pinky take some time before he forgives Brain, or give time so that Brain can actually TRY to make it up to Pinky

Brain's apology consisted of him putting himself down and THEN asking for forgiveness; he says NOTHING that implies he won't do the same thing again if he thinks he can get away with it. The reboot gave us one of the darkest interpretations of this character and they give him such an elementary school apology that I just can't accept it.

The whole "returining to the status quo" thing can happen, but why did it have to zoom in so damn quickly? This show just doesn't like letting anyone sit in their emotions

You know what would have been interesting to see? Brain blows up just as he does in the episode, but Pinky goes to get some space and drops his birthday list. When Brain goes to pick it up, he sees what the last thing on Pinky's birthday list was: "Try to take over the world with Brain". Brain has a moment to himself where it is completely silent and he has to live with his mistake and try to make it better. Brain eventually finds Pinky and then gives a PROPER apology

Speaking of the "apology"...

Why the Apology Sucks

I want you to just THINK about the apology again for a second:

"PerhapsI did end up solving my Absolute Zero theory after all, Pinky. For I'm an Absolute Zero when it comes to being a friend. Can you ever forgive me?"

Brain's never been the best at issuing apologies, but this one got be riled up, so I felt the need to add this section in to analyze exactly what makes this not work.

An Ohio State University study cited 6 elements of an effective apology:

More specifically:

Looking at the 2 key elements, while Brain's apology meets the first requirement, he fails to offer to fix the problem himself. Instead, Pinky is the one to ask to do the last thing on his list and Brain allows it.

What's more is that out of the 6 main elements, Brain really only meets 2 of them through his words: Expression of Regret, and Request for forgiveness (the article even talks about how the request isn't the strongest element)

Like I said earlier, Brain spent a majority of the apology saying how bad he was instead of showcasing that he fully understands why Pinky is upset or how sorry he is or saying how selfish he was or simply offering Pinky another chance to do something for his birthday now that he knows it was several weeks ago.

I know I'm being extra hard on Brain, but if you've heard any of my past rambles, you know it's because of how much I love his character and I was actually rooting for his arc he was going on in the reboot.

Final Thoughts

Happy Narfday was an episode that not only met my expectations, it exceeded them in how I expected Brain to be portrayed in this episode.

Have any of you watched "A Family That Poits Together"? Well the first couple of minutes of that episode is EXACTLY how Brain was written for over half of this episode's runtime. Brain being unreasonably angry and annoyed at Pinky the whole time gets irritating and the ending just sends me over the edge in second-hand rage.

Is this an awful episode? No, not by a long shot by this season's standards. Was it the most disappointing? Actually no, that award goes to a completely different season 2 episode.

What this episode represents in my eyes is an attempt to make Brain be more considerate of Pinky, and by my standards, it failed horribly

And with that, this is where this ramble ends

Thank you for being so patient with me, and I'll see you soon with the next episode poll!

[ulircursed]

♡ ok but I'm actually genuinely curious as to what Andrei himself would think of how his situation would change in this situation KSHDKDB

from this picrew!

a new child in jugdral-verse? yup, but hold tight, this au is my wildest one yet. there's another child too, but i'll talk about the other kid when it comes up

cw for rape

unlike the other jugdral asks where i just went crazy on my own, a few sensitive details were discussed a little with erica bc of the topic at hand. so deirdre and andrei have a precanon thread currently going on, where the two of them meet and have a meal and it's their first time hanging out just the two of them. in it, deirdre thanks andrei for, and i quote, 'dealing with one of the men who killed [her] father'. that's ring! andrei freaks out internally, of course, though he is able to salvage the situation to an extent

now, what if that meeting went well enough (in deirdre's mind) that they had more meetings? andrei is on one hand extremely uncomfortable with her, but on the other hand, this is exactly what he wants!! think about what it does for yngvi's reputation if the duke has a direct and personal friendship with the princess and future queen of grannvale!!! this is excellent and great and he cannot possibly refuse this. so he agrees to every single meeting, and talks to her, and they form some sort of friendship thing. at this point andrei's mental health is a mere thread away from utterly insane by the way. surely this will end well, right?

(oh yeah, at this point, andrei does already marry antares and have scipio. scipio is not involved in this mess and is the exact same as he is in canon)

it all comes to a head at one meeting, where deirdre confesses to him that she is ready to have children with lord arvis. she thinks she's ready, finally, thanks to the support and friendship of those around her, including andrei! she mentions something about ring again, and andrei snaps. i've mentioned it before, but andrei resents arvis for (as far as he knows) heading the conspiracy plot, because without it none of this would've had to happen. and so, upon hearing that arvis is about to get what he wants with the woman he loves, andrei forces himself upon deirdre

he comes to his senses after the deed is done, and apologizes profusely, begging her for his life essentially. he says that he will die if word of this ever gets out, and deirdre agrees to keep it a secret. and she does! until. she gets pregnant. i won't go into detail about when/whether she and arvis would've consummated their marriage at this point, but as erica points out, deirdre is not good at hiding her emotions and will eventually tell arvis about it as soon as he asks, so even if being pregnant was potentially expected, the secret would've gotten out at some point during the pregnancy

for his crimes, andrei is publicly executed and yngvi falls into disgrace. antares, already not a noble (this is purely my hc but andrei married a non-noble claiming to have minor ullr blood to have scipio), gets kicked out of yngvi along with scipio, and they go live their non-noble lives somewhere else

anyway, deirdre is pregnant! with twins! manfroy is kinda frustrated, bc he wanted her to have kids with arvis, dammit. but she's of course gonna keep the babies, so they are born. julia is still julia, just with major naga and minor ullr instead of fjalar blood. but her older brother, get this—

name: julio

gender: male (he/him)

class: prince > master knight minus bows and sword

minor ullr, minor loptous

tiptoes around his 'father', whom he's aware isn't really his father. has developed some chronic people-pleaser tendencies because on some level, he feels like his and his sister's existence broke something in this household and that he's not meant to exist. good at charming the staff! very polite for a noble scion

protective of his sister, mostly because of the above reason. the twins grow up really close! julia is the only one that julio feels he can show his true feelings around

they stay in the velthomer household as part of the family upon deirdre's insistence, which isn't terrible because they get a loving mother growing up, but also isn't great because they have to interact with arvis. arvis isn't abusive or anything, but everything about these kids brings back his trauma re: victor so his mental health is just not great in general. they try to avoid each other wherever possible

he's set up to become the duke of yngvi, or whatever that territory is gonna be called if that whole house ends up being dissolved. he works really hard in his youth, but doesn't pick up the bow because he can sense that his 'father' is really really not ok with that. forgoes the sword too, while he's at it, because his 'father' doesn't seem too pleased with that either. he knows how to fence and stuff, but not horseback sword usage. he learns magic though, magic is a-ok in this household

deirdre isn't blamed for this incident, because andrei was the one who initiated the whole thing, and the twins are... yeah, they're bastards, but they're the blood of the legitimate royal family, so it's not like they can be killed or anything. anyway, at this point, sigurd gets to belhalla and arvis cooks him twice as hard as in canon because at this point he's pissed off at anyone who's ever had kids with deirdre, but it's not like anyone can tell because no one knows how hard he cooked sigurd in canon so they just think wow his meteor spell is that strong

manfroy urges them to try again, and tbh azmur wants fully legitimate grandkids too, so according to erica, they do! because deirdre loves arvis and everything. but you know, holy blood weirdness and all that, their kid (let's call him julius) is born with fjalar blood and naga blood but not loptous blood. manfroy, extremely frustrated now, tells them to try AGAIN, and this time, uh, deirdre dies in childbirth and the child doesn't survive. listen, this is kid #5 ok i don't think health care was that good at that time. as an extra screw u to manfroy, maybe this kid would've had major loptous had they survived. but they didn't

manfroy's plans fail! julio becomes the new duke of yngvi and arvis just tries to avoid looking at him. julia is married off to one of the neighboring countries (i had to google what happened to illegitimate children of nobility/royalty and the answers were... this basically). julius becomes duke of velthomer and the heir to the throne. seliph can come in and fix some things about this, but loptous isn't one of his problems for once. everyone is either happy or dead! if julio ends up fighting febail, he will die to febail and his cousin will become the new duke of yngvi, but he doesn't have special dialogue with any of them because who tf are these people. the end.

bonus: thank u to erica for suggesting this route btw

[leorosenberg]

Lonely heart. Under the chestnut tree (pt2)

Morning reminded Tybalt about reality. A ray of sunlight pulled him off the night and woke up. Tybalt frowned and sat on the bed. He hadn’t plans for this day and decided to occupy himself with thoughts about his feelings.

 Tybalt went to the window and looked outside to understand what time it was. The sun was in the southeast - Tybalt woke up before midday and it made him happy. He had a lot of time to do… to do what? He didn’t know what to do. Tybalt took a comb, called the maid and asked her for a bowl of water to wash up - first of all, he needed to freshen up.

 After getting himself in order, Tybalt got dressed and left his room. He decided to go out and take a walk - he liked to think outside more. Tybalt took an apple and left Capulet house unnoticed. Cool July breeze touched his face gently and made him smile. He tossed an apple and headed for an abandoned garden on the other side of Verona. He felt that this day will be interesting.

 Julia moved away from her window. Where is Tybalt going? She was interested. Is it related to this night? Is Mercutio involved in this? Julia thought about asking Tybalt when he would be back. She hoped that he would answer. 

 The garden greeted Tybalt with a quiet coolness. He sighed and walked deeper into the garden with a smile. Tybalt loved this place, even though he didn’t come here often. He felt safe here. He was free here. He felt like himself here. Cypresses and oleanders, lilies and roses grew here, which no one had cared for for a long time. Orange lilies reminded Tybalt of Mercutio - they were similar in color to his ginger hair.

 Mercutio…

 Tybalt sat down in the gazebo under the chestnut tree. Why does he hate Mercutio? Because he is Romeo’s friend. Why does he hate Romeo? Because he loves Julia! He had no right to her! But… Why? Because Tybalt loves her? Tybalt knew that his love was useless - Julia wasn’t supposed to marry him anyway. Even without Romeo she’s going to be Paris’ wife anyway… Why should Tybalt worry about women who will never be with him? No. Julia wasn’t the reason for this hate.

 Romeo is Montague. Tybalt is Capulet. That’s all.

 Why does Tybalt hate Montagues? Because his father hated them. Because Lord hates them. Because Lady hates them… But why? Where did this enmity come from? Tybalt didn’t know. Mercutio is just an ordinary guy who didn’t do anything wrong to him, so why should Tybalt hate him? Besides, he’s quite funny and… cute? This thought confused Tybalt. Mostly because he really thought that Mercutio was cute… 

-Are you following me? - Tybalt heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw Mercutio. 

-As you see, i was here before you came. So you’re the one who is following  me. 

 Mercutio sat down next to Tybalt.

-You’re without a sword today. - Mercutio said.

-You may not know, but I have no intention of fighting with anyone when I go to meditate in the garden. -  Tybalt grinned. He didn’t feel aggression after the talk that he heard. 

 Mercutio frowned:

-I don’t recognize you, Tybalt. Where's the expression? Where's the proud Capulet?

 Tybalt raised his eyebrows:

-You just sat next to the person you hate and asking me why am i acting out of the ordinary? Oh… How could i forget. You like me. 

 Mercutio stared at Tybalt. 

-I heared. 

 Mercutio inhaled noisily:

-And what will you do? 

-And what can I do? 

-Let me think… What can famous duelist do with sodomite? 

-You offer me to strangle you? Interesting predilection… - Tybalt smiled. 

-Knowing you, it can happen later. 

-Sure, i have nothing else to do except chase ginger fools. - Tybalt snorted. 

-Prince of cats let go of his pride? 

-Prince of cats has more important deals. 

-Like flirting with ginger fools? 

-Are you already going on the offensive? 

-And you don't seem to mind. You killed Julia? 

-I accepted. 

-So easy? 

-Ginger fool knows my thoughts better than me?

 Mercutio laughed.

-Well… You can be funny. 

-No more than you. 

-Oh no, i only liked the sweet new Tybalt, don't become the old angry Tybalt. 

-I thought you fell in love with an old angry Tybalt. 

 Mercutio laughed again:

-You're not as angry as I thought. If you were, you'd have already tried to hurt me. 

-How can you know what am I like? 

-I don't know. I'm just trying to understand you. 

-And what did you understand? 

 Mercutio moved closer to Tybalt:

-You are a vulnerable and gentle boy who can love sincerely. And who needs to be loved. 

-I was never loved. - Tybalt whispered, not knowing why. Maybe because he was alone for too long. -Nobody never said that they loved me. Only Lady and Julia… And that's because they are my relatives. 

 Mercutio hugged Tybalt and he didn't resist. He needed this for too long. 

-You're the first person who found me attractive… If you did. First person who drew attention to me. 

-Why are you so frank? 

-And why not? I can't keep it to myself. I'm tired. 

-I thought you really hate me. 

-Why should i hate you? Julia won't be mine, and I have no other disputes with the Montagues. I hated you just because my ancestors hated you. Come to think of it, it's just stupid. Why should i worry about a woman who won't be with me? Why should i hate some ginger guy who didn't do nothing wrong to me? You're not that bad. 

-It makes sense. - Mercutio agreed. - But anyway i can't believe that nobody never called you attractive… 

 Tybalt grunted:

-And compare us. 

-I don't see anything that makes you ugly compared to me. You have soft, shiny dark hair, olive skin and delicate facial features… - he touched Tybalt’s cheek which slightly blushed. - And you are pretty sensitive. A true Italian aristocrat. 

-Well, it seems like you really like me. 

-Why shouldn't i? Anyway i will understand if my sympathy is not mutual. 

-If it was not mutual, would i let you touching me? 

-But what about Julia? 

-It will remain a brother’s love. She can do her choice… Which is not my deal. 

[dejadoodles-101]

Julia Elizabeth Randall

This portrait of her was taken in 1957

I wanna take the time and introduce you guys to one of my OCs!

Julia Randall was born on April 29, 1924 in her home during a storm in Dodge City, Kansas. She was the 3rd child of Arthur Randall and Constance (neé Bennett). She was the younger sister of Edward and Wallace and the older sister of Margaret. Julia grew up in Dodge City on a farm with her family while her father was a part of the military and fought in war. The farm they grew up in had crop fields and raised cows, horses, chickens, pigs and a rooster. Her mother was a teacher at a nearby school for all white primary school aged students and they had people take care of the farm while the family worked and did school. Julia would always help around the house by cleaning, taking care of the farm animals, help her mother cook and bake, gardening and other chores.

During The Great Depression, the farm went through a crisis with a lack of crops. They also struggled during the dust bowl storms and other issues. Julia started taking interest in music and singing at a young age between 6 and 7 years old and her mother took her to lessons like playing the piano for instance. She did very well in her school years and was an intelligent student. She took her studies seriously. At some point during her educational years, she took interest in drama and choreography and also took lessons.

At the age of 17 in the year 1941, her father passed away during WWII from being severely injured and wounded. After graduation, Randall went to California to study drama and did a modeling job.

A Hollywood director named Frank Haynes saw her modeling work and took interest in her and asked if she would be a part of a movie which would be her first film. Julia agreed and starred in her first film: “The Lady in the Lingerie”, a 1946 film. During the making of the film, she was forced to sleep with Haynes because he thought she was super attractive and was madly in love and obsessed with her. He also made her wear a push-up bra to expose her cleavage more to make her even more seductive. He gave her nicknames on the set such as “Babydoll”, “Tootsie” and “Sweet Thing”. Julia later revealed the truth in an interview and said she was “traumatized and manipulated” by him. She never liked him. Frank was 28 years older than her.

She did several other films including her most famous “Hephaestus” (1953) and “Miss Montgomery” (1957). Julia also had albums for her songs. Her most top hit was “Red Lips, Curvy Hips” which released in 1956. She also started appearing in television shows during the 1960s-90s. Julia also got married to an actor named Harold Donahue in 1948 and had 4 children named Cheryl (1951), Linda (1953), Carl (1956) and Deborah (1959) who were all born during the 50s.

When Julia decided to quit acting at some point during the early 90s, she took a job for teaching drama and choreography classes and taught for only 9 years. During that time, she would get calls for coming to late night shows and daytime shows for interviews and did that until the early 2000s. In 2004 (4 years before her death), she wrote a book about her life “My Life as Julia Randall and an American Actress” and sold over a million copies. She was 80 years old then.

Julia ended up developing breast cancer in 2007 and became very ill in late 2008. On the morning of December 13, 2008 in San Diego, California, Julia passed away peacefully in her home surrounded by her loving family at the age of 84. Her funeral was held in January of 2009 and was buried in a cemetery in the same city she passed away in. Julia was known to be one of the greatest American actresses, singers and dancers during the 20th century and was also known to be a “sex symbol” and was known as “Tall, Wise and Seductive”. She worked with several other famous celebrities during her career.

That’s all I’m gonna put for now. I’ll do facts about her another time and will be posting more of her. Hope you guys like her! 🩷🥰 Julia belongs to me!

[ladywaffles]

o dearest lamblord: ilsa faust + either 3 or 33 from the hand holding list, please! and feel free to dial up the angst if mood strikes >:)

thank you darling :D i hope i delivered >:)

spoilers for mi7 under the cut!

cold hands in warm hands + bandaging the other's hand and not quite letting go

send me a list, a number, and a mission: impossible pairing!

Of all the people to come to their rescue at the eleventh hour, she never suspected it would be Brandt.

He didn’t like her, from what she could tell of the few interactions she had with him, but he respected Ethan and had more connections than the IMF would care to admit from his time working under Hunley at the CIA.

It’s Brandt, of all people, who comes to the rescue via courier and provides them another safe house, where they’re able to spend a few precious hours licking their wounds in Venice.

Ethan and Benji leave her on the bridge. They usher Grace away to rest under Luther’s watchful, wizened eye. Ilsa waits another full hour before she stumbles away like a tourist drunk on la dolce vita; her appearance is certainly messy enough for it, at this time of night.

It’s not until she’s stumbling into a sinking bell tower that she collapses, back pressed against an aging wood door as she cries. Not twelve hours ago, she was smiling on a rooftop in Venice with Ethan at her side, the picture of a perfect couple on a European tour.

Now, she’s losing him again.

“Hey, hey? Are you okay?”

Hands on her shoulders, fingers under her chin. Probes looking for broken bones or bleeding wounds, a flash of concern in green eyes far too familiar with the sensation.

Ilsa falls into Ethan’s arms and lets him take the lead. He guides her to a plush, if somewhat dusty, settee and sits down with her.

“Are you okay?” he repeats.

“I’m fine,” she sighs, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m fine, I’m okay, I just—I hate this.”

Ethan smiles sadly. “I know.”

In those horrible hours in Kashmir while they waited for Ethan to wake up, Julia took her aside and told her to beware of Ethan Hunt.

“He’ll break your heart and smile while doing it,” she said fondly. “And he’ll have no idea what he’s done, because the only thing he wants is the best for you, even if it means shattering his own heart into pieces in the process.”

“You sound like you speak from experience,” Ilsa replied.

Julia smiled the same smile that Ethan wears now, and it’s no wonder they were married, because they’re two sides of the same coin. “Why do you think I let him go? Ethan’s too good for the likes of this world. He loves so much, and so deeply, and he doesn’t realize that he wears his heart on his sleeve, because that’s just how he lives. Take care of him, please, but for you,” she trailed off and squeezed Ilsa’s hand. “I’ve been in your place before. I know what it’s like. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.”

“You’re freezing.” Ethan wraps his coat around her, then his arms, holding her as she stops shaking.

“Lying on a bridge in the middle of the night in Venice will do that to you,” she tries to joke, but it falls flat. “Where’s Benji?”

“He went to check in with Luther and Grace. He’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Ethan takes her hand, and he was right; he’s warmer than she is right now, and holding his hand feels like walking into a warm home, with a fire going and dinner on the table. Her knuckles are skinned and red from her fight with Gabriel. Ethan reaches over and grabs a black pouch out of his bag, then pulls out gauze, antiseptic, and a topical antibiotic.

He carefully cleans each scrape on her hand, sure not to miss even the smallest of nicks, then dots ointment on them and dresses the wounds. He doesn’t let go of her for a moment, working with only one hand at a time. It takes much longer, but they both know the sands in the hourglass are running low, and these may be the last moments they share together for the foreseeable future. She won’t begrudge him this.

They stay wrapped around each other until the sun starts to peek above the canals and Benji returns. Time waits for no man, not even the mythical Ethan Hunt.

It’s time to say goodbye. Time for her to die again and run to the farthest corners of the globe while Ethan, and Benji, and Luther, the closest thing she has to a family left, risk life and limb to do what she could not, to stop Gabriel and prevent the next world war.

“I—” she starts, but the words get caught in her throat.

I’m sorry.

I wish we had more time.

I’m coming with you.

“I’ll see you again,” Ethan promises.

She steadfastly blinks away her tears. “You better hurry, or you’ll miss that plane,” she tells him.

It’s a terrible joke, a horrible thing to say when her name is what it is, but it makes the corners of Ethan’s mouth turn up just a smidge, and that makes it all worth it.

He squeezes her hand one last time. Benji is waiting for him in the speedboat already. He needs to go and save the world now, and she can’t go with him.

“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

And then he’s gone.