#see it all starts with tutu herself—more specifically the fact that she is in one of mythos heart shards

[nyatbinary-81]

hear me out: transfem yuri.

i really love this picrew its soooo cutes.. mykir forever 🫶🫶

edit i made yuri real also.

[recklessly-built]

This page is basically a map of my childhood. Detailed explanation under the break for anyone interested.

Colored with Tombow dual tip markers, inked with a dip pen and microns, highlighted with various special effect watercolors, and stickers are all from art supply stores like Blick.

I spent a solid day working on this save for the sleep I needed in between stages.

tw: mentions child abuse/neglect, drugs, alcohol

Starting from the bottom right of the page, the lamb represents birth (hence the birthday cake). There's a pink bow that says 94 around it's neck, signifying me being afab. The cake has pink candles but it's frosting and decoration are purple and yellow because I'm largely nonbinary and wanted to show this by using baby colors alternative to the typical pink and blue. The axe and spilled guts are an obvious nod to the sacrificial lamb trope. I chose these displays of violence specifically to convey that my mind and body have felt irreparably damaged from the start.

Next, we have the hanged Doodle Bear. These bears were popular in the year I was born, and I always wanted one but never got one. This is basically what I would look like as one. She has a tutu and little beaded bracelets that sparkle. She would be the envy of all the other bears if her abuser hadn't written such ugly things on her... These words were weapons my mother used against me growing up. I was called ungrateful by a crackhead who constantly put me in danger and willfully abused and neglected me. I was called a spoiled brat for "not appreciating" all the toys and other shiny distractions used to keep my focus away from how deeply toxic my environment was. I was called miserable, and in fact, I really was. How could I not be... The bloody handprint is the tainted touch of my abuser. With all the violence I experienced, any time she tried to hug me set off my fight or flight and to this day I still struggle to show affection towards family and friends. I have attachment issues with romantic partners because when I'm comfortable touching them I don't wanna let go. The noose is for the time my mother tried to kill me. She tried to snuff me out with a pillow because she wanted the baby she was supposed to have with her new boyfriend instead. She resented me for existing.

The haunted womb is actually my mother. Her uterus was practically a graveyard. It's no wonder I have a thing for the supernatural, my first house was haunted. :') She had so many miscarriages it's unknown how I managed to survive when she was actively drinking and doing hard drugs the entire time. I was only 3 weeks early too; you'd think I would've been ejected way sooner but no such luck.

The kitten and dog are my tween and teen years. Going through puberty, I was denied privacy and the right to feel what I was feeling. I didn't have any way to express my pain because my suffering was never worth more than my mother's. Middle school me didn't wanna hear the same stories anymore of how and why she deserved to be a wretched beast instead of a real mother. I didn't wanna see any more of her violent outbursts or watch her kill herself with addiction. I couldn't say anything to anyone because she convinced me that being anywhere else than where I was would be worse and I didn't want to take the risk. The dog is a little older and cares a lot less. she wears the term "liar" and a spider web (web of lies) on her face as if they were prideful but they are actually her insecurities. My mother called me a liar my whole life because I would get caught in stupid lies when I was trying to get around her, like, "Yes, I did my school work, can I go out?" and, "No, I didn't tell anyone that horrible thing you did/said". I learned to manipulate her back when I realized she'd believe almost anything as easily as I did. The difference is, I was a child. I didn't know better yet. I was also accused of lying about things when I wasn't so since she was determined not to believe me I had to just accept my role in her story as a wicked child hellbent on trickery. She never believed any of what I did was out of a feeling of necessity. I guess that's fair since I never believed her either. /s Her third eye is for the Sacral Chakra which is for the expression of sexuality, emotions, relationships, sensual pleasure, creativity, and fantasies. These concepts were my obsession as a teenager and got me into a fair bit of trouble that followed me for a long time after. If I could go back and tell her she really wasn't ready, I would, but she wouldn't listen to me anyway. You can see her trying to show off with her piercings, face tattoos, hair color, and makeup. I didn't actually do most of those things because I couldn't afford it even if I wanted to (except the tongue bar, that was real) but this is who she was trying to be. By the time I graduated, I had already planned a lifetime's worth of body mods, had several ex-boyfriends, and was enjoying the attention of other (unfortunately, older) men so I felt fully unstoppable. I figured if I was being forced to live this life, I was gonna have fun doing it. I didn't know the fun I was having then would come at my expense now. The grief and realization that things could've been different is as intoxicating as the liquor I drink to cope.

In the background are some other elements I felt were important pillars in my development. The razors are obviously tied to self-destruction but I didn't technically cut until I was an adult. The sentiment was always there though. The pills are Vicodin and Valium. my mom had a serious pill problem when I was in middle school and I'm not sure if it ever really got better, I just didn't notice it after starting high school cause I tried to stay out more. The kandi (beaded jewelry) found around the page is for the first stage of healing my inner child when I was 17. I discovered rave culture online and made enough kandi to last me through all the raves I've been to since I was 18. It was the first time I felt like I was part of a community. It helped me socialize and the simple act of making kandi was meditative for me. It was an activity that I could start alone and later share with others and it brought me such childlike joy to do it.

And finally, the stickers are all the pets and treats I had to distract me from all the drama. Spoiler: It didn't work lol.

This concludes a very long and depressing dissection of my own work.

[artsy-hobbitses]

See them march like lambs to the slaughter Toy soldiers line up on the altar I'll rise, hell or high water And you'll remember me, when I'm underground

Heavy is the crown Never falter, never let them bleed you out I'll be still standing when they try to bring my castle down I'll never bow down Heavy is the crown

I’d been a bit inspirationless to finish up Meirion/Mirage’s character sheet which was on the backburners and---strap yourselves in for this----what brought me back to him a few days back was Princess Tutu. Like, specifically that one highly popular AMV for Princess Tutu with the Swedish rock ballad because my BFF Crow was introducing it as something Ben/Bumblebee would love as a ballet aficionado.

And it actually got me thinking hard about him and Hound’s story, what makes for meaningful writing and how much I honestly love his relationship in TTB with Haille/Hound, and how fucking sad the original incarnation of that relationship ended, and---strap yourselves in again----Mirage is going to live till the end (with help from Ironhide, Ratchet and Drift). 

And be happy with Hound, in all their absolutely busted up glory, and Hound will keep his promise to bring Mirage to see his home. 

Because of effin’ Princess Tutu which I’m about to rabbit hole into, but for now, please enjoy this formerly lonely aristocrat spy and his Wulver boyfriend. 

More information on this gentleman below!

Those with sharp eyes meeting genteel, well-spoken Meirion Rodric for the first time would immediately come to the conclusion that this is a man for whom wearing masks is second nature, and given his background, they would be astute in that observation.

The product of adultery between Welsh earl Owain Rodric and an escort, he was abandoned by his birth mother, who was paid handsomely to keep the affair a secret while his father took him back to the estate to ensure that the ‘secret’ would be kept in isolation. 

The rest of the family didn’t make secret their disdain for him however, and most of his childhood was spent being raised by the maids and servants while doing his best to keep out of reach of his half-brother who was poisoned by their vindictive mother to torment him as the unwanted mongrel, the living embodiment of their father’s vice. 

It was during a particularly heated chase between the boy and himself that his Outlier ability manifested in a moment of panic over the fact that he was going to be found out at his hiding spot; When they looked right at him, saw nothing and moved on however, he discovered he had the gift of invisibility, though one at that point triggered by emotion. 

He confided this only in Angharad, the family’s seamstress who took on the role of mother for him in absence of one who loved him and she began to help him find ways to control it in secret.

For a while, he saw it as a blessing as it began to confuse the family how often he would go ‘missing’  when they were looking for him, but after a while he decided that he wanted to be seen rather than merely invisible in a family that already wished he was invisible, and he decide to fight back by excelling in everything he could---archery, arts, literature, political studies---to prove that he didn’t need birthright to be their equal.

This sat well with his father, who wanted a worthy successor and saw the rivalry between his sons as a good thing for a dog eat dog world, but didn’t sit well with said son who started stepping up the harassment. 

During one of these harassment however, he finally fought back physically. 

This led his stepmother to issue an ultimatum to his father----side with the true son and cast him out of the family manor or side with the bastard and have them leave and reveal the affair. 

His father chose a third option----have him live apart from them with the family seamstress in town; It was an option everyone agreed with unanimously---Meirion was glad to to live alongside Angharad, who herself was happy to house a child she was beginning to see as her adoptive son, while the rest of the family were simply glad that their ‘shame’ was no longer allowed to cavort the grounds with them. 

Under Angharad’s care and with no support from the family, he led a simpler, calmer life and helped her with her tailoring business, and after graduating from a community college, decided to put his talent for craft to use and opened up a bespoke tailoring shop where he served the middle and lower class who loved the work he provided with at reasonable rates. 

His old life however found a way to catch up with him once more; When Angharad grew ill and was no longer able to run her business, he had trouble keeping up with the mounting medical bills and it was then that his father decided to meet him to talk ‘business’.

As it turned out, his half-brother had died recently, leaving the man with no full-blood heirs, and he was the spare that had to be called up to fit the role as the next earl. He balked at the idea initially, but decided to take it up so Angharad could get the care she needed, and walked through the doors of the manor he’d been banished from years ago. 

He was taught how to act, talk and carry himself as the aristocratic heir his father needed and he wore it like a finely-crafted mask in front of other members of higher society who were told that he was a prodigal son who had returned from overseas to carry the mantle forward. The parties, the hunts, the balls, he went to them all; Part of him was glad that he was finally being accepted as one of them, yet part of him was also repulsed at the things he heard them say, things they did, things he had to pretend to agree with in the masquerade.

When news of rebellion and the Clampdown began, the disdain his society had for those beneath them only compounded and he started struggling with the mask he was told to wear; He heard about the discreet ways they were supporting Sentinel Prime’s efforts to quash the revolt so the status quo could be retained and decided he’d had enough.

He met with rebellion leaders Omar Parvez (Orion Pax) and Morgan Trayton (Megatron) and offered his services to them as a mole and an ‘in’ to the cloistered and shadowy aristocratic class (among which they have many enemies), revealing to them his Outlier ability which immediately made him a perfect spy for their efforts. 

And so he spied for them, joining every secret meeting held and learning of all their plans, and slowly, methodically winning over his father’s trust to be officially named the new earl. 

With the power and money now under his control, he channeled both to the rebellion to help level the playing board against Sentinel, and became an invaluable if not somewhat aloof and distant member of the team that some had reservations about, but agreed was an important asset.  

When Morgan split the rebellion and spearheaded the Decepticons after Omar’s purported death however, he was one of those who were captured by them and held hostage. Morgan didn’t trust him due to his designation as a spy and his aristocratic upbringing, as did many on the group who had suffered under the higher class, and he was not among those persuaded to be a part of the Decepticons---rather he was designated to join a prison camp, until he was freed by Hound, who was among those who escaped the initial arrests and had joined Omar’s newly-minted Autobots who broke out the rest of the prisoners.

His one condition when Omar asked him to once more take up the role of spy was that they had to deliver Angharad out of enemy territory, which they did and he has since kept his side of the bargain with no complaint. 

He still has a deeply sour taste in his mouth concerning the betrayal from Morgan’s side and the mistrust he still faces from some members on Omar’s side, but Hound of all people trusts him and that's as good a reason as any to stay. 

These days when not on duty, he can be found visiting Angharad at the French village a few miles away from Alpha Trion’s estate, exploring and hunting on the grounds with Hound and enjoying art sessions with Ben/Bumblebee, Serafino/Sunstreaker and Sylas/Swoop.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

45 & 48 sound interesting

Prompts: 45. “Shhh... just sleep... you’re safe.” and 48. *screams very loudly for basically no reason*

catmom catmom catMOM CATMOM CATMOM CATMOM CATM-

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Ylva was not one who startled easily.

Perhaps it was in part that she was a member of an apex predator species, one of the most advanced species currently known in the universe in fact. Being alert and aware of her surroundings generally kept things from being able to get the jump on her, be it a playful crewmate or a stubborn insectoid that had escaped its holding container. There was also the added necessity of needing a steady hand no matter what procedure she was conducting on her assigned specimens, many of them having unique qualities that would spasm or be triggered by an invading instrument digging into muscles. Jumping and squealing and flinching would only serve to ruin the important vivisection she needed to draw up her reports for, therefore she almost always expected the unexpected when she brought her knife down on a squirming creature, fully prepared for a sudden spew of acid from the wound or a brain bleeding howl or tearing off limbs to escape its constraints. 

She was not, however, prepared for the heart wrenching cry coming from her human’s nesting cage.

The shriek sent her hand jolting severely to the left, effectively slicing through the tiny abdomen she had been peeling back in delicate layers. The human on her dissection tray cried out as well, though those noises were soon replaced by gurgles in its throat as tiny organs spilled out of the newly made gash running down its side. None of the noises it made phased her, not that they ever did under normal circumstances, but in this moment her attention was solely focused on the sound of despair her sweet little pet was making. Specimens could wait. They could be replaced. Her human could not.

In an instant she was rolling her chair down the length of her expansive work bench, the journey feeling like it was taking twice as long to reach the opposite end. There was no way Mibao could have hurt itself, right? Ylva specifically made sure there was nothing harmful to humans or pups stuck in the repurposed cage when she stuffed it full of bedding and cloth. She had lined the bottom of pillows, covered those with one of her old lab coats so the little one could be comforted by her scent, smushed in terrycloth towels against the bars to prevent the sweet thing from bumping its little head if it rolled around too much and finally draped a section of a fluffy throw blanket over it all for the human to curl up in. All in all, it was a pretty damn cozy looking nest and the human had been thrilled with it since sol one. It was such a well trained pup, too, Ylva could leave the cage door open all sleep cycle and it would never leave until Ylva herself came to get it, even if it was already awake.

Essentially, there was nothing in there that should have caused it any injury and the little one was behaved enough that it wouldn’t have gone without her permission and gotten into anything dangerous. Then again, it was still a pup and, be it human or Venandi, sometimes curiosity got the better of them. Her lab wasn’t exactly childproof, not with the vials of chemicals and bladed tools and live specimens and fatal heights and--

Another sob ripped her out of those thoughts before she could begin to imagine her human in the aftermath of all those scenarios, her tail puffing up significantly as the mantra of baby, baby, where is the baby ran through her mind instead. After ages, or two seconds, she was squarely in front of the cage and desperately trying to find the little human who was not immediately in her sight. There was no sign of springy curls, no bubblegum pink night dress, no wide brown eyes...but there was something wriggling like a nerve shocked invertebrate underneath the makeshift covers, muffling more choked whimpers. 

She reached her hand in the cage and pinched the corner of the blanket to tug it back, revealing a mop of curly hair and a tear streaked face with its eyes screwed shut. As soon as she saw her human was indeed still alive, Ylva relaxed significantly. That didn’t ease all of her worry seeing that something was deeply upsetting the little one, but at least it was breathing and, confirmed once she pulled away the remainder of the blanket, still in one piece. With the blanket removed, the human curled further in on itself, throwing its tiny arms over its head and crying into its bedding. It wasn’t physically hurt, that much was obvious. It was...frightened? Ylva knew that emotional response very well in her line of work when it came to dealing with sentient specimens. Frightened because it had gotten tangled under its blanket? Of the dark? Perhaps humans had the ability to suffer from night terrors as well, though this was the first she had ever seen her human succumb to one. Mibao was usually a very good sleeper, able to take naps regardless of whatever racket was going on with screaming subjects and whirring machinery.

“Mibao,” she cooed, two fingers reaching back into the cage to rub at its trembling back, “it’s okay, sweetie…”

The unexpected touch and voice caused the human to gasp, eyes flying open and scrambling away from the perceived threat. Ylva would be lying if she said that reaction didn’t sting just a little bit. Never once had Mibao ever been afraid of her, not even back on earth, but she reassured herself it was just prey instincts to flee from predators that could easily take advantage of their sleeping form. If it didn’t trust Ylva then it certainly wouldn’t have followed her around back on its home planet, mewling and snuggling all the while.

It took a moment, but soon enough the little one was able to blink through the haze of tears to recognize the person in front of it. She would have thought that would have brought the poor thing some comfort given that it had been attached to its beloved “kit-tee” ever since it had run up to her unprovoked, yet a fresh wave of tears were quick to start streaming down its plump cheeks. This time, however, it raised its little arms in her direction and warbled something softly and Ylva didn’t need a translator to be able to tell exactly what it wanted.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Her hands cupped around Mibao and pulled her out, instantly pressing the little one into her chest that was erupting with purrs, “What happened, hm? Was it a bad dream?”

Though the human was probably only nuzzling its face into the material of her uniform, it almost felt as if it was nodding in agreement and for some reason that made Ylva’s heart soar. The sheer idea that soon enough they would be able to understand each other if the linguistics department ever stopped dragging their feet.

“Do you want to stay with mommy for a little bit? Yeah? We can take a little break…”

She leaned back in her chair with a sigh, smiling with the warmth of the sun as Mibao shifted itself into a more comfortable position while laying against her, gripping two itty bitty fistfuls of her dress to ensure Ylva would not be putting it down any time soon. Not that she had any intention, of course. Her hands closed more snuggly around the tiny body, rubbing her thumb down its hair before briefly pulling one of her hands away much to its dismay. As soon as she had tugged the glove off with her teeth and returned her hand to its previous spot the whines stopped in an instant, save for the occasional sniffle. Touch was an important factor in human bonds, she had observed. The ability to truly feel one another, their warmth and scent unhindered by thick materials, brought many earthlings great comfort. Even Edix’s human preferred his touch over anyone else’s on the ship, though that may have more to do with familiarity than anything, the shy little thing that it is.

Once the tears seemed like they had tapered off, Ylva quieted her purring in favor of humming a little tune, rocking her chair side to side to entice the human to close its eyes. The swaying and melody of her voice was certainly urging it to slip back into dreamland, but every time it caught itself drifting off it would whimper and squirm, still too shaken up by its nightmare. 

“Shh…” she murmured, stroking her finger down its back and tapping gently, “just sleep, you’re safe, mommy’s right here…”

It took a little more convincing for Mibao to fully give in to the throes of slumber, but when it did it was out like a light, tiny snores making Ylva stifle her giggles to keep from waking the human up again. Now, the most logical thing to do would be to set the human back in its nest, cover it up, and clean up her workstation to prep the next specimen and redo the vivisection she needed to document before the end of her shift. Realistically, there was no fucking way she was going to cut this cuddle time short with her precious little Mibao and instead lost herself in thought while she pet the human pup, thinking perhaps a playdate was long overdue between hers and Edix’s pet. Oh, maybe she could print out a few more dresses and tutus for the little one to wear, too. A new stuffed toy or five would be good, it was critical to have a stimulating environment to amuse itself in for when Ylva was too preoccupied with work to play…

Yeah, she thought to herself while wheeling her chair over, human in tow,  towards the printer in the back corner of her lab, those things sound way more important right now.

[miraculouscontent]

Askplosion #11:

(note that I know I mentioned a “Voiced Askplosion” last time in the tags for anyone who put a 🎤 in their ask, meaning they wanted to hear me respond verbally to it, but I only got one and it wasn’t anything serious - just a tease from someone I know - so I either won’t be doing it at all or will be holding off)

Asks responding to previous posts:

ALYA NO!!!

(the idea of Sabrina avoiding not only Ms. Mendeleiev, but also Alya, is very amusing to me)

The fact that the special focuses on the love square instead of Sabrina and Delmar is a crime.

(also note that “Need some help?” is rhetorical in this context; Alya doesn’t care)

Highly recommended, honestly, otherwise it just turns into a big shame because there are shows I really like but with some content that I don’t like, and why torture myself with it when I can cut it out instead?

Just to give a rough idea, here’s my cut of “Desperada”; mind you, this is just my quick cut of it (basically a “beta” version where I just removed everything I disliked without much care for transitioning/having everything make sense; some of Marinette’s friends talking, the guitar scene, Aspik, etcetera), as I’m not comfortable handing over my “perfect” cut of it since it’s like my personal copy.

Yeah, that’s a super awkward scene. As much as I’d like to imagine that Adrien just doesn’t understand the “guy time” thing (which I still hate), the fact that they use the word “guy” specifically is--ugh.

I wasn’t aware of what he said in the French dub, so thanks! It’s really painful to see her throw so much love his way, openly and publicly and obviously, then be so humiliated for it, only for Adrien to feel nothing for her.

Say whatever you want about Chat Noir’s advances and how sAAAAAAD he is when she rejects him, but her rejections are just that; in private. There aren’t other heroes who are around and Chat is never really humiliated. Even in “Prime Queen,” Chat wasn’t the target - Ladybug was, and then Ladybug shifted it to Nadja - so Marinette is the one taking all the heat in love while Chat gets to sit on the sidelines (plus, then “Oblivio” happened and now people probably all thing they’re a thing).

Yeah! That’s the group I was thinking of!

Thank you!

I’m so sorry that happened. ;—;

I’m not aro but I am ace and I’ve gotten the whole, “oh it’s just because--” stuff before, so I know what it feels like to have people put on the pressure/invalidate you.

YES.

IT’S GORGEOUS.

I’m not really familiar with how holidays are celebrated outside of the bare basics of Christmas/New Year (which I am trying my hardest to forget lol), so I couldn’t say.

Sorry!

New Asks:

10/10 thought, would fantasize again.

Though would also accept MC Audrey just doing some “spring cleaning” of the whole staff in general. I have no idea how she’d replace Jeremy since he’s the company’s poster boy but most of the writers have to go at the very least and Jeremy should be given less power.

I think MC Audrey would appreciate how Kagami carries herself, though potential bonus if - while Tom and Sabine just openly trust whatever Marinette wants - Audrey does a bunch of digging to make sure Kagami is “worthy” of being with Marinette (she takes this all very seriously).

Double potential bonus if Kagami takes it just as seriously, so here’s Audrey and Kagami acting as if Kagami dating Marinette is like some sort of job interview.

Kagami handing over a “resume” of her accomplishments to Audrey. Audrey has already looked all of it up herself but appreciates the effort put in.

If the question in Miraculous is, “Do we really need a--” and the thing being introduced is something the staff came up with then the answer is usually “no.”

The movie will look pretty and that’s all I’ll expect. It’s just Jeremy’s take on Miraculous. Luka and Kagami probably won’t even be around so I’m not even interested.

I’ll watch it, but I’m also not interested lol.

Honestly, I’d rather turn into bubble froth.

oddly specific but... I mean, damn

I have no idea, and I try not to throw around words like “spite ship” because I know people could genuinely like the ship, though I will say that I went on AO3 and - unless I read from - the first Maribat fanfiction on there was posted after the airdate of “Chameleon.” I think it might’ve started with inspiration from “Marinette moves schools” ideas at the very least.

Non-Miraculous Asks responding to previous posts:

Oh, I understood, no worries! It was just funny for the split second it took me to figure it out.

My bad, that’s not how I meant to come off (especially since “magical girl shows” is a little broad; I mean, obviously I don’t think something like Cardcaptor Sakura is aiming for fanservice when Sakura’s--like... ten). I answered all those asks in the last askplosion in the same day so my brain was a little fried by the time I got to that ask.

I’m not even talking about Sailor Moon either; it’s just that I knew there are shows with fanservice and there are certain magical girl outfits where I kind of give the side-eye.

Absolutely zero problem with girls fighting in pretty outfits though. I fully admit that I’m a bit of a prude so sometimes I see fanservice where there might not be any. Super short skirts without shorts, for example, inherently throw me off (shout-out to Saint Tail - which I discovered while looking up “pretty magical girl outfits” - because the main character does have a skirt in “magical girl” form but also tights/boots and a cute hat, which is one of the more unique ones I’ve seen).

Non-Miraculous Asks:

Do you mean Sailor Moon Crystal? Yeah, the only reason I hesitate on Sailor Moon in general is because I’m not crazy about the transformed designs. It’s not really a matter of animation but more a design choice that takes me out of the experience.

I have seen all of Cardcaptor Sakura anime though, and then all of the Clear Card arc. I like the former, despise the latter, and I tried to keep up with the manga but once one of the big plot details were revealed, I officially dropped it.

As for Revolutionary Girl Utena, I looked it up a while ago and don’t remember what exactly turned me away. It might’ve been the darker tone though if what you say is accurate that it’s a darker take on a magical girl show.

Also, I may or may not have looked up the ending of at least Princess Tutu and I’m sorry, I’m sure it’s a great anime, but if there isn’t a happy ending then I give whatever anime a hard pass.

(note: yes, I realize the hilarity of saying that when I continue watching Miraculous)

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(More Madoka Magica talk/salt below!)

Ohhh, it started a trend? I had no idea since I don’t actively keep up with every anime out there; descriptions need to really pull me in (the only current anime I’m keeping up with is Hanyou no Yashahime, Otherside Picnic, and Cells at Work (Season 2)).

The focus on specific--uh--body parts in magical girl transformations also reminds me that I think that’s usually what kills it for me, not because of the sexualization but because I expect transformations (especially ones that get repeated over and over) to be really dynamic with changing angles and such, which is harder to do when the camera is trying to draw focus to specific places.

Obviously you have to do it for some moments (I’ve always imagined Miraculous transformations like a potential sheep or another one for rabbit, then rabbit!Jean from Leave for Mendeleiev and fox!Juleka from LadyBugOut) because things will be weird if you focus on nothing, but I think there are ways to draw the eye without trying to sexualize.

Not having Ladybug-esque bodysuits is a good start. It reminds me too much of the Catwoman with just a bodysuit so it leaves nothing to the imagination.

How did I forget about that Sayaka scene? omg (though I dunno if the Bechdel Test is hard to pass if there aren’t really any endgame male love interests? are there rules about that? not saying a pass isn’t a pass but it feels like cheating)

It is nice when fans can respect the opinions of others without having to outright attack. I have had a few people come to me with, “I see your point/respect it even if I disagree,” instead of accusing me/others of--well, you get it.

Fandoms can be really messy, particularly as they get larger. I think there’s a certain balance between small fandoms that all know each other and a big fandom that’s out of control. Then there are things like “loud minority” and it’s just uggggh.

Anyway, back to the asks themselves, yeah, I’m not crazy about taking things that are just meant to be positive/cute/whatever and being like, “OKAY BUT WHAT IF IT WAS EDGY AND SAD.”

n o ,  p l z

Oh, I’ve never heard of that one!

Sayaka dying didn’t really do anything for me either. It’s hard to explain when I saw it so long ago, but it was just Sayaka’s attitude about the whole thing and it made it feel underwhelming. It was a shame too because I liked her and she had potential.

She was Madoka’s friend so I was just like, “Yeah, she’ll die soon.” Probably didn’t help since I knew what I knew about the show being “dark.”

Madoka/Sayaka is probably what I’d support the most out of all the potential shoujo ai ships. To my knowledge, none of them are really canon, though I remember a special song after the death Sayaka and Kyoko which I guess makes them the most canon and that did basically nothing for me since their relationship didn’t interest me (nor did I care for Kyoko as a character). The PSP game might have more intimate potential between the girls, but I never played them so I can’t make those claims (I only remember something about everyone potentially living and then a bad ending for Sayaka where part of her body was decayed when they didn’t get her soul gem back in time).

The tomboy argument makes me think back to a conversation with a friend of mine where we were discussing tomboys in anime and... we couldn’t really think of any? At least any that really qualify as “tomboy” for me.

Like, Misty from Pokemon, for example. I knoooooow everyone really likes Misty, but regardless of my opinion on her, it’s hard to see her as a tomboy.

I feel like they try to lean that way by making her super aggressive and violent (because... m E N) and I think Ash makes a comment once about her not being “like a girl,” but... I feel like that’s just how general “aggressive” female characters are written?

I mean, that’s tsundere female characters I’ve seen in general. Really loud (and not in a “gIrlS aRe sO lOuD aND ScReEcHY” way but like... the way anime gives them big heads while they scream at whatever male character they’re mad at), angry a lot, short fuse, etcetera.

But Misty is still crazy about clothes and dolls, she still gushes about cute things and romance, and both of those things seem pretty indicative of what “standard girl character” would be defined by, since they’re all “stereotypically girl thing” (I say stereotypically for obvious reasons since boys can like blah and girls can like blah and gender exclusivity is blah--). I get that she dresses differently, but that’s about it, and it comes off like, “she dresses differently and she’s ANGRY and VIOLENT, so she’s a tomboy,” which... yeah. They even gave her three beauty queen sisters with CURVES and BUSTS as if to say, “See?? These are GIRLS, not TOMBOYS.” (busty females can exist who are also tomboys, thank you have a nice day).

This becomes more complicated in magical girl anime since girly clothes are usually part of that so “tomboy” means that frills and skirts probably wouldn’t be a factor.

I mean, if you gave those sorts of outfits to me, I’d be like, “SCREW IT, I’M NOT A MAGICAL GIRL ANYMORE. IF LOOKING PRETTY IS REDUCED TO SKIRTS AND FRILLS, SOMEONE ELSE CAN SAVE THE WORLD.”

I’d also like to see some mixes between personalites and “tomboy” things. Like, non-stereotypical tomboy personalities doing tomboy things. Mix and match, y’know?

This was really rambly, but to answer the question... no, I wouldn’t count Sayaka as a tomboy.

All of this.

I think it also exemplifies the whole “dark and edgy magical girl show” thing because... ugh, how do I put this...

The “girls are overly emotional” thing is already bad, but then you realize that there not being any magical boys is also because that doesn’t hit the “shock value” threshold as much.

Y’know, because boys equal dark and edgy shows, so if there was even one magical boy it wouldn’t be as shocking when Mami gets her head chomped. They could’ve done, “emotional teenagers are the target because they’re in that vulnerable stage; smarter and more physically capable than children, but not as mature/stable as adults,” but having some boys in there for balance (it makes me feel weird saying that when I’m all for girl power shows with an all female cast, but in this show’s logic, it’s a different ball game) would make the show seem less bright and “girly” and thus lessen the shock value.

Does that make sense?

[snowstories]

I cannot stop thinking about aro!Mytho it’s SUCH good concept. 

The thing is, while I did come to appreciate his character more upon rewatch, I do think there was a huge missed opportunity in Princess Tutu by not really having him challenge the fate set out for him. There were elements and allusions to it (in him choosing Rue, the Raven’s daughter, as his princess, the hint that he might never be unaffected by the raven’s blood, and of course him stating he wants to ‘love Rue more than anyone else’, which. we’ll get to), but overall, he was what was expected of him and did what was expected of him when it was expected of him. And that makes sense, he’s the only character who actually did get created for the sake of Drosselmeyer’s story, but I still think the anime could’ve been more powerful if he, too, had chosen to defy the story. 

The nature of ‘love’ in Princess Tutu is really interesting to me, in no large part because I’m aromantic. Personally, I felt like Princess Tutu, for the most part, didn’t separate romantic and platonic love. There were some exceptions, such as the fact that Rue and Mytho’s feelings for each other were obviously coded as romantic, but even then, it could get blurry. Rue was manipulated to believe only the Raven and Mytho could love her, but at no point is there a distinction drawn between the type of love they’d have for her. 

You can also see this with how the show handles Ahiru’s crush on Mytho; while it starts off as romantic, it gradually changes to platonic. I’ve seen some people say that Ahiru stops loving Mytho, and I strongly disagree with that assessment. Until the very end, Ahiru is willing to go to the ends of the earth for Mytho, in what is pretty clearly framed as an act of love. 

But while it’s implied the nature of her love has shifted, at no point does the show imply the intensity of her love has diminished. If anything, it has grown. In a similar way, Fakir and Ahiru’s love for each other is never explicitly framed or implied to be either romantic or platonic; you could make arguments for it, sure, but ultimately, it’s never made ‘canon’. 

This is because, at the end of the day, it isn’t important. It doesn’t really matter whether the love you feel for someone else is platonic or romantic, and the show makes little effort to distinguish the two. The only time the show implies one is stronger than the other is when Mytho says he wishes to love Rue more than anyone else, which is something that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but even then, you could argue it’s less about romance, and more about giving Rue what she always wanted, and having Mytho defy his ‘loves everyone’ designation. 

The amorphous nature of love in Princess Tutu is a large part of why I think the idea of an aromantic Mytho is so interesting. Prince Siegfried’s whole deal was being the ideal fairytale prince, who is loved by everyone and who loves everyone in return. In canon, he defied this expectation by loving Rue more than anyone else. 

But to me, at least, this feels like less of a defiance, and more of an extension. Loving Rue in no way prohibits loving anyone else; this is a lesson Rue herself had to learn during the course of the show. I admit to being biased here because I really don’t like the implication that loving someone romantically is stronger than loving someone platonically, but I also simply don’t think this was that much of a subversion. If anything, it feels like a natural consequence of Mytho regaining his heart; it’s near impossible for someone to love everyone equally, after all.

None of this is bad, for the record. It works just fine within the context of the story, framing Mytho as a person rather than a flawless fairytale prince. But I think the idea of Mytho being aromantic would reinforce that personhood in a different way, and in addition, add some interesting questions about love to the show’s canon.

Recently within the aromantic community, there has been a bit of backlash to an idea that was - and still is - very prominent within the aro community: the importance of platonic love. Society, as a whole, positions love as an almost supernatural good, and claims it is what makes us human. As a result, aromantic people, who either cannot fall in love romantically or have unusual ways of doing so, felt the need to reinforce their humanity by pointing out that we can still feel platonic love. This has become a cornerstone of the community. 

The backlash has come primarily from neurodivergent and traumatized aros, who can (for various reasons) feel disconnected from or uncomfortable with the concept of love in general. This is where the concept of ‘loveless aros’ stems from. The identity doesn’t necessarily mean that one doesn’t experience love (though many people do define it as such), but is primarily meant as a way to challenge the idea that love is what makes us human, and that platonic love is what gives aromantics their worth despite not being able to love romantically (or doing so in ways that aren’t ‘societally approved’). If love is what makes us human, why is it that there are humans who don’t feel it, or don’t want to feel it? 

Princess Tutu is, in no large part, a show about love. Personally, as an aro with a complicated relationship to love, I think it does better than most shows about the subject. While I really do like and enjoy shows about the strength of love (specifically platonic love), I can’t help but feel alienated by them as they praise this idea of an all-important, universal, almost divine emotion that is the cause of all good on the planet. Because that is absolutely not my experience with the concept of love. 

Princess Tutu does better than most shows not just because it puts platonic love and romantic love on equal footing, and in fact largely doesn’t sepearte the two, but also because it’s willing to show the negative effects that love can have. Toxic love is a huge part of the show, and while I don’t think all aspects of it were handled 100% brilliantly (Fakir should’ve at least apologized to Mytho for his behaviour in the first few episodes, for starters), I am impressed by how well it manages to examine the concept nonetheless. It’s part of the reason why Princess Tutu alienates me less than a lot of other shows with similar themes.

But it still frames love as something more important than all other emotions, in a way, the pinnacle of emotion. And I think it would be interesting to challenge that notion by making Mytho an aro, specifically, a loveless aro.

I do not necessarily mean that in the sense that he should not feel love (though I wouldn’t mind that either). I mean it in the sense of the fairytale prince, said to love everyone, rejecting that notion. Love has brought Mytho great things, sure, but also terrible things; it’s what lifted the Raven’s enchantment, but also what put the enchantment on him in the first place. I don’t think it would be a stretch to say it’s very possible that this left him with rather complicated emotions towards the concept of love. 

What if he found himself incapable of loving Rue more than anyone, no matter how much he wanted to, because he does care deeply about her and feels like she deserves someone who gives her that kind of love? What if the prince who loves everyone grew resentful of the hurts he’d suffered in the name of love? What if it made him fearful of it, even? Who does that leave him as? If he’s not Prince Siegfried, the prince who loves everyone, who is he? Who is Mytho?

Of course, he’s still infinitely kind, and his first instinct is to help everyone in trouble, and he has no problem following that instinct through. But I think the notion of Prince Siegfried rejecting the idea of love, and instead valuing kindness above all else to be a fascinating one. I think it lends a lot of depth to both his character and the show’s themes of love. 

So yeah loveless aro!Mytho is a GREAT concept actually.

[chvrrystvles]

Harry likes Y/n’s tutu.

A/n: I might do a part two of this if it gets good feedback.  As always, kind critiques and criticism is appreciated! Much love xx.

It wasn’t unlike Harry to watch Y/n as she changed into her leotard and baby pink tutu, she knew he had a n odd fascination with the pieces of material.  Also make comments, “Makes ya legs look good, poppet, ‘s pretty,” or sometimes “Tha’ leo makes your boobs look good.”  The latter comments usually earned Harry a smack on the arm from Y/n.

It also wasn’t unlike him to be extremely handsy when Y/n would put her hair up in a beautiful french twist that laid pinned on the back of her head.  Always saying something about how it, “frames your face, makes ya look like a proper Disney princess or somethin’” those type of comments always caused blood to run straight to her full cheeks and turn her bright as a cherry.  

Today, however, Harry watched Y/n with intent, his eyes following her from the moment she slipped into her leotard to when she placed her full tutu into her dance bag.  Wasn’t a normal gaze either, the way he watched her today made the hairs on her arms raise and her, just shaved legs, to cover themselves in goosebumps.

“Harry you’ve got no business to be staring at me like tha’,” she tried to have a somewhat authoritative tone, but Harry knew her entirely too well.  Harry knew Y/n liked being watched, in fact he knew everything about Y/n, but being watched was one of her favorite things.  He knew she liked to see people react to her, which is probably the reason why she’s such an amazing dancer. He also knew what his wandering eyes was doing to her, which is why he continued to watch her.

“Dunno whatcha mean pet, ‘m jus’ admiring my girl, ‘s nothing wrong with tha’,” she wished she could kiss that shit eating grin right off of his pretty face, but she had to be out the door in fifteen minutes, and Y/n was never good and stopping something once she started.

With a shake of her head she gave Harry a knowing, but playful, scowl.  She knew he was aware of what he was doing to her body, he always did this on the night of a recital.  For some reason though, she always danced better after his soundless teasing and grabby hands. Harry noticed this too.  

It was the opening night of the Christmas performance at her college,  Y/n had been attending University to study dance and forensics.  Harry remembered when he first met the lovely girl, he was completely caught off guard that the little innocent lady in front of him was interested in something that had the possibility of being so gruesome.  Although, the longer they’ve been together Harry came to realize that Y/n was a different little duck, despite how innocent her outward appearance was.  

Opening night was always the most nerve racking of all the times she performed a show, it made Y/n even more nervous that this was her final performance before she graduated university.  Also, maybe the fact that she was the lead role, but mostly because it was the last time she’d get to dance with purpose.

Harry sat on the second row, drumming his fingers along his thighs absentmindedly.  He had yet to see Y/n in her outfit for the final performance, only getting looks of her leotards for rehearsal, and needless to say he was beyond excited to final get to take it all in.  Y/n’s parents sat on his right and he tried his best to hold a conversation with them.  Oh, but it was so hard when his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the swell of her breast and the curve of her hips, and how they looked in what she’d be wearing on stage.

Y/n sat in a chair backstage, letting the older women around her finish her hair and makeup.  After waiting half an hour, she was finally turned around to give herself a good look down.  Needless to say, she was shocked, somehow the women had managed to make her eyes seem even more captivating than usual and her lips looked as pouty and soft as ever.  With the  leo and tutu she was told to wear, she knew she’d have the audience watching her all night, but more specifically she’d have Harry watching her all night. That thought made a dull ache start to form in between her legs.

Harry could practically hear his heart beating like a freight train, feeling as though, in any minute it would burst out of its home inside his chest.  The thought of seeing Y/n in the tiny tool skirt and a skin tight piece of fabric had his head spinning and his cock filling out his jeans, which became increasingly hard for him to try to hide.

He silently thanked whoever turned the lights down, and watched the curtains open slowly revealing his girl in center stage. He muttered a soft, “Oh fuck me,” as he watched her.  She was dressed in all black, which only made her body look that much more mesmerizing.  The fabric clung to every curve and flattened out and ‘imperfection’ she claimed to have.  And god, that tutu, something about it made Harry’s mind go into overdrive.  He wondered if she’d keep it on even after the show.

Throughout the entire show, Harry’s eyes stayed glued to every movement Y/n made, and she could practically feel his eyes falling out of his head.  Even when she wasn’t dancing on stage, she watched Harry in the wings moving every which way in attempts to cover the growing bulge in his pants.  It was hard for her to hide the smirk on her face whenever she met his gaze while dancing, she was aware of what she was doing to him.  Harry knew this, and made note to fuck her until she remembered who actually had the upper hand.  

Just as quickly as the beautiful ballet had started, it was over, and Harry sat waiting in the lobby with a bouquet of roses for Y/n.  His breath caught in his chest when she walked out, greeting guests whilst still giving him a look of adornment. She was so in for it.  

“You look so good.” Y/n giggled at his proclamation and brought her lips to the shell of his ear, “You really think so, Daddy?”  In that moment she knew she had pressed a button deep within side him, and his entire demeanor changed.

He choked on his spit, not expecting Y/n to tease him this much, he loved this side of her and it wasn’t one he was able to see very often.  “Alrigh’ pet, go grab your stuff, gotta get home,” he said lovingly kissed her temple.  Y/n could hear the want underneath the loving tone, and decided then, that it was probably a good idea to do as Harry said.

The car ride home was tense, Harry and Y/n had bid goodbye to her parents and promised them lunch the following day.  From the way that Harry’s hand squeezed your thigh to way he held his bottom lip in between his teeth. “‘S not nice to tease daddy, Y/n,” he could hear her swallow thickly and attempt to press her thighs together to get some sort of relief.  He tutted his tongue, “Is my little angel getting wet,” he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, “‘s a shame then, really, tha’ you’re not gonna cum fo’ awhile pet.”

Harry didn’t even make it to their bedroom, before he was beckoning Y/n to get on her knees, “on your knees angel, wanna tease Daddy all night in ya pretty lil’ costume you can pay the consequences.”  And Y/n would be lying if she said that her core didn’t throb listening to Harry’s filthy words. Her needy hands grabbed and his belt, trying to rid Harry of the clothes covering his bottom half.

Harry watched her through low eyes, she pawed at him in every attempt to get his pants off, and he let her struggle for a few moments before tugging down her jeans and stepping out of them.  Y/n licked over the outline of his growing member, kissing over the base all the way down to his clothed tip.  She let her eyes meet his, “P-Please Daddy let me suck on you, please,” he liked the way she begged for him.

A soft nod from Harry was all she needed to tug his tight boxers down his thighs.  Her mouth watered at the sight of him, tip fiery red and his length scattered with throbbing veins. “Go on then, give it a lick,” and without a second to waste, she did.

She took his tip in between her soft lips, ones that he had been staring at all night long, and suckled softly. “Ah, tha’ is plenty of teasing from ya pet,” she could hear him growing irritated, and that’s exactly how she wanted him.  Deciding to be a good girl, she lowered her mouth farther down his cock, his quiet whimpers giving her the motivation to take the whole of him in her mouth and down her throat.

“Thas’ it pet, taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl aren’t ya,” she nodded on him, “Think ya could take ya leo off an’ let Daddy see ya in jus’ your pretty lil’ tutu?” Y/n could’ve cum just by hearing Harry so breathy and whiny above her asking her to give him a blowie in just her tutu.  How could she say no to him, already looking so fucked out in  just the small amount of time she’d been sucking on his hard length.

Y/n was quick to remove her leo and stockings to leave her in only her pretty black tutu.  “Oh, fuck.” Harry couldn’t stop looking at her tits, were they always this perky?  Her nipples were already hard and Harry couldn’t wait to suck one into his mouth, but with the sight of her in front of him he started to grow very uncomfortable due to how hard he had gotten.

“Back down on your knees petal, got me all worked up now don’t ya.” Even with the how dominate Harry was being Y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter, the sight of her, and her alone, had gotten him that hard.

As soon as she was back down on her knees, her mouth was stuffed full of Harry, and his hands made themselves comfortable in her hair, which now had fallen from it’s beautiful twist.  She licked down the base of his shaft and bobbed her head in a gentle pattern, feeling completely full of Harry.

Harry’s hips bucked into her mouth, touching the back of her throat again and again.  Tears fell down her face and made the dark makeup around her eyes stained her flushed cheeks.  His cock stretched her lips, and made her mouth hurt, but in the best way possible.

Y/n knew he was approaching his high when she could hear his moans and whimpers growing louder and louder, and feel the snap of his hips get faster.  “”M gonna cum petal, ‘m gonna cum.” His grip on her hair became tighter, and Y/n swore she couldn’t breathe, but at this point she didn’t care.

Her head was foggy and she felt like she was on cloud nine when finally she tasted every ounce of him in her mouth.  Harry pulled out of her mouth with a sigh, he could see his cum dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin.  “Up, up baby, let’s get ya cleaned up, ‘n then maybe can fuck you in tha’ pretty tutu.”

Y/n, though still very spaced out, couldn’t have nodded her head faster.

Y/n knew she was in for a long night and it was all because of that damn tutu.

[attempting-writer]

Supernette 2 2Super 2Nettie

Going to continue the whole Kryptonianette MLDC AU, because I need to get back into the creative process. So anyways...

·         So Hawky McMothman in this au is a lot more magically experienced. He akumatized Nathalie from the very start to help him start his lair and ward it from prying x-ray vision.

·         He's fully aware of the Justice League, so he manages to manipulate the mayor into keeping the whole supervillain thing on the down low, convincing him that asking the league for help when they clearly have superheroes already answering the call for justice, would be a sign of weakness as a leader and may hurt his standing with the city.

·         I'm just going to have Rose be the ladybug, she's going to be in a little ladybug-themed ballerina-esc outfit complete with a puffy little tutu and distinct flats. A pair of small, lightly-fluttering ladybug wings rest on her back, not large enough or strong enough to carry her, but they're more to help her aim her airtime.

·         Rosebug and still Adrien Chat are close in that they're like "I've always wanted a sibling! and now here you are!" sort of way. Adrien helps rose by giving her make-up tips and helps her recognize her feelings for a certain tall, shy girl she may know, and Rose helps Adrien with adapting to social cues.

·         The miraculous magic keeps Marinette from X-raying through their outfits or masks, which is weird for her as she's able to see through their faces, but their outfits remain completely opaque to her, right up until she looks through them enough to look straight through them, then she can see through the outfits no problem.

·         Marinette, outside of the suit is still regarded as clumsy, but this is more because she has a habit of either handling stuff so roughly they break, or so gingerly that they fall right out of her hands. Her X-ray vision doesn’t help her all the time either as she sometimes looks straight through a wall and walks into it, or doesn’t see a slight evenness in the floor/ground. Fortunately, at this point she’s got good enough reflexes to keep herself from crashing straight through it or kicking the concrete a mile away, and instead simply makes herself off as clumsier.

·         Hawkmoth’s edge for dealing with Supernette, I seriously gotta think up a better name, that Lex doesn’t have is the fact that Marinette, like Superman, is sensitive to magic, like how Black Adam’s powers work against Superman, so anything that uses an emitted power or a unique energy usually has her on closer-to-equal standing while powers that simply add strength do not.

·         This is also why no one gets the specific recognition between Supe’s and Supernette are of the same species and they just assume that she has a miraculous too. (I guess she could make an animal themed costume)

·         One time her parents’ bakery was almost destroyed with them inside it and that specific akuma had to deal with a very ornery Supernette. The fight didn’t last long.

·         For a month after that the akumas would just give up once she arrived.

·         So, overall, there isn’t much need for additional heroes anyways… yet.

·         So in terms of romance, Chat has a huge crush on Supernette, but doesn’t act on it because he drew the wrong conclusions from the Evillistrator incident. Over the phone: “Hey, I need you two to watch over this girl Marinette,” She sends a picture. “Cute, isn’t she? Anyway I can’t join you, something, something, home planet, something, something.” And Chat zones out because there go his chances with the Super girl and the other girl from his class that he also thinks is cute, because he can just see how out of his league they both are and hopes that they will be happy together. He decides to just be a good and supportive friend to both of them.

·         Anyways, back to Clark Kent figuring out about the whole Hawkmoth thing. He’s not happy.

·         He calls Marinette and is like “You’re fighting a supervillain at your age, and you haven’t even told me?”

And she’s like, “We’ve called the Justice league a bunch but we kept getting pulled away, and I didn’t want to bother you considering the whole Lex Luthor becoming president thing.”

And he’s like, “I’m flying over, right now. No niece of mine is fighting a supervillain alone.”

·         Five minutes later, the doorknocker…. Is doorknocked…

·         Sabine answers and is like “Oh hello Clark, when did you get to town?” And Mari can hear them because superhearing.

·         Sudden family meeting with tea and cookies and pleasantries before they talk about the supervillain scenario.

·         Sabine and Tom reveal that they knew it was her the whole time. They’ve seen the costume she was working on and they were able to recognize the powers. They didn’t interfere, though they worried constantly, because this was her choice and who were they to stop their little girl from helping?

·         Supe’s joins them on patrol one night and Supernette introduces him as her “Uncle Kal El”.

·         Rosebug is a super sweetheart as always and Chat is fanboying like crazy and literally passes out for a second there.

·         He can’t find any lair as Marinette had already tried to search, so he deduces that while he is strong and could help, he’s also sensitive to magic and decides that he would likely be more of a liability than a help at this point, so he decides to make a call to a close friend.

·         So he leaves without starting that much of a public fuss so that Hawky doesn’t get wise. A day or so later and Bruce Wayne makes a visit and starts to set up a WE headquarters in Paris, enrolling his son Damien, of course I’m adding him here, at Marinette’s school.

·         He walks in on Lila making something up about on-and-off dating Damien Wayne since they were seven or something, and immediately, albeit very rudely, shuts her down and debunks the whole thing.

·         Adrien, having grown a spine, has also started talking against Liarla after the whole expulsion thing, and some of the class has grown wise, some due to Adrien’s input, while others simply started getting bored of how much she’d talk about herself and how she keeps trying to one-up a story with her own “experiences”.

·         Some are still 100% Team Lila, but that’s most students that are out of the class, others simply ignore her.

·         He’s glad that the new kid doesn’t believe her, but is wary as he’s reminded of his cousin Felix.

·         Marinette is already making friendship bracelets for him. She introduces herself.

·         Or at least tries to. Lila tries to trip her on her way to introducing herself, and Marinette makes a quick decision to fall for it or else risk completely kicking Lila’s foot off her ankle. Marinette just happened to be carrying a messy pastry or food item and accidentally got it all over Damien’s clothes.

·         So… rocky start.

Anyways that’s it for this one. I’ve been asked to tag @vixen-uchiha , @virgil-is-a-cutie so there’s that.

[therookieking412]

Friday Spin Class

This was meant to be written and posted last Friday!

Hello, Welcome and buckle up because we’re going for a ride!

Princess Tutu is chock full of allegories and allusions of ballets, operas, classical music and literature, and fairy-tales, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Midsummer’s Dream, Giselle, and Romeo and Juliet.

So I have talked about Romeo and Juliet before in relation to the characters of the show, to Mytho and Rue as well as Fakir and Ahiru. 

Y’all remember this, too?

And this? The staircase that are actually based on a prop from the ballet, and specifically they’re Juliet's balcony. 

And who could forget this?

The dance they perform in the lake of despair derived from the Balcony Scene and Farewell Before Parting. 

There was another post about this dance on my blog and you can read more in depth about it there. We’re not here to talk about their dance, maybe I’ll bring it in a little bit, but the specifics of the dance isn’t the topic of discussion. 

I read a post a while ago about how Ahiru fills the role of Romeo twice - once when she threw rocks at Mytho’s (and Fakir’s) window, aaaaand I don’t remember what the other one was, but there’s definitely two and someone made a post about that. 

However, I want to take it one step further and say that Ahiru takes the role of Romeo fully, not just in some situations. 

But What about Fakir? 

He takes the role of Juliet. 

So, listen. 

I’ve been reading Romeo and Juliet, and the more I read it the more I agree with this dissertation. 

Let’s go over the first, what, five minutes of the first episode? 

Ahiru tells us, the audience, that she is in love with Mytho, before Pique and Lillie break the fact (rub it in her face) that Mytho already has Rue! Leaving her heartbroken. 

How does Romeo’s story start? 

He’s heartbroken that his love for Rosalind is unrequited.

Interesting.

Also, I want to point out that Benvolio is described as a friend of and cousin to Romeo, with Mercutio being described as “...a show-off who likes to entertain others” (Romeo and Juliet, A word to the Reader, pg 8). Benevolio doesn’t get much description outside of his relationship with Romeo, but Benevolio, I’ve found, is a pretty constant character who generally cares about Romeo. 

And in case you haven’t already guessed, Pique and Lillie fit into the role of Benvolio and Mercutio, and they fit it pretty well. Lillie being super overdramatic (and bloodthirsty) providing a lot of humor to the scenes she’s in, and Pique is a genuine friend to Ahiru who is looking out for her, e.g. all the excuses she gives Mr. Cat so Ahiru won’t be forced to marry him. 

Another character I want to point out is Autor and Tybalt. 

Autor’s main theme is also Dance of the Knights, which (I haven’t seen the ballet) I believe is the first dance of the Capulet’s ball. A dance that Tybalt partakes in, and while I’m not familiar with music theory, I do believe that you can hear parts of the Dance of the Knights in other scenes with Tybalt. Tybalt is Juliet’s cousin, and based on Autor’s findings, he is Fakir’s cousin (twice removed or whatever). 

Princess Tutu is not an adaption of Romeo and Juliet, but a lot of the elements of the story are present here, especially where Ahiru and Fakir reside. 

Firstly, I want to talk about how Fakir is Juliet. We already have the two examples of Ahiru acting as Romeo, but what does Fakir have besides stabbing himself? 

From Juliet’s first scene, you can see she’s smart, strong, and clever; the balcony scene, Romeo oh Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo (asking why is your name Romeo, not where is he) Juliet’s speech is her excusing the fact that his name doesn’t define him, and that it’s only for his name that they can’t be together. 

Juliet finds out Romeo is a Montague, but does that turn her away from him? Does that make her love him any less? Does she turn on him? Become like her family and hate him just because of his family ties? 

No. 

Juliet is still upset, but she overcomes it.

When Fakir finds out Ahiru is really a duck he doesn’t treat her any differently or love her any less. 

Ahiru likewise is Romeo, she starts out with an unrequited love, and while she doesn’t fall in love with Fakir as instantly as Romeo does, as I said last week, she still loved him first. 

Ahiru is framed as Romeo, however in their dances and the promotional art, she takes over the role of Juliet.

Romeo runs on impulse, and is considered hot-tempered, very clearly, I can think of two situations where Ahiru gets angry and impulsive, the first when Fakir locks Mytho in the library, and the second when she first meets Autor.

Ahiru races into the scene and tries to open the locked door and almost gives herself away to Fakir. Well, she definitely does, she tells Fakir she knows what’s going on, just not who she is. But the point being is that she comes in and starts scolding Fakir before trying to open a locked door by pulling on the handle. 

The second is when Autor offers Fakir his help in drawing out and obtaining his story spinning abilities, he demands that Fakir follow his every order and then Ahiru brusts in, ready to fight on Fakir’s behalf.  

Sounds impulsive and hot-tempered to me. 

Ahiru is also our symbol of peace, especially as Princess Tutu, she doesn’t fight anyone she only asks them to dance and defends herself. But Romeo kills Tybalt. 

Ahiru never really settles around Autor, her first meeting with him isn’t great, when she goes to find Fakir, she watches him stumble and fall, and without any context accuses Autor of doing something to him, when they go to the Oak Tree grave Ahiru is concerned for Fakir and tries to go to him, but Autor grabs her and holds her back, which isn’t going to make anything better. 

Ahiru doesn’t kill Autor, but the relationship they have is still hostile and far from peaceful.

Ahiru and Fakir have a very unique story that stems from many places, but their roles as Romeo and Juliet fit them perfectly, where Drosselmeyer intended them to or not.

Now I’ve said that I don’t think Drosselmeyer was a smart man, I think he was a fool, he abused his powers and thought of this as more of a game rather than something serious, a form of entertainment. While I’m sure Drosselmeyer has seen Romeo and Juliet, I doubt he would engrain their love story in his, especially since Ahiru was supposed to proclaim her love to Mytho and disappear into a speck of light.

Personally, I don’t think Drosselmeyer doesn’t have a role in Romeo and Juliet, he doesn’t fit in as nicely as some of the other characters do, I would hardly call him Shakespeare, but perhaps a member of the audience, standing and watching the tale.

Fakir and Ahiru were never intended to be Romeo and juliet, and even when Drosselmeyer saw what was happening and used that to his advantage - trying to make Ahiru drown herself - Fakir and Ahiru still resisted their fates, and while their story doesn’t end in death, it still ends in something bittersweet, something far from a happy ending.

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                              ABOUT THE CHARACTER.

★ ━  ( brittany o’grady,   cis-female,   she/her )  ━ ★   just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me.   The person you’re lookin’ for is   NIKOHL ANGELIQUE GALLAGHER.    also known as     NIK.    Last I heard she was born on   AUGUST 6TH, 1992      in     LONDON, ENGLAND,   but she’s been livin’ in    RICHMOND,    for about    SEVEN YEARS.   Word around the districts is, this doll,    NIKOHL    can be     VAIN,   OBSTINATE,   &    HEDONISTIC,   but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s   ETHEREAL,   INDEPENDENT,    &     VIBRANT.   I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though.   the last thing ya need to know is that she works as a   COMPANY DANCER FOR THE OREGON BALLET.  I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own.    ━     ( ooc:  sam,   cst,   28,   she/her )

                          BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…

growing up she was exposed to;

Growing up with her mom in London half the time, and half the time in Portland with her father, life was always an adventure for Nikohl Gallagher.  Most of her time spent with her mom was full of light and laughter, color and art and dancing and singing along to Stevie Nicks and Nina Simone, her mom was her best friend.  Weeks in Portland with her dad were filled with laughter, but also structure, where her mom would teach her how to paint a sunset, her dad would teach her to change a tire.  Her relationship with her parents were different, but special nonetheless, though the nature of her parents’ relationship together was a whole other story.  For most of her childhood they seemed so deeply in love, Nikohl remembers wanting to find love like that, until one day her dad was packing his bags, and telling her he was going back to the US, and that he’d see her as often as possible. From then on out it was overheard arguments over the phone,  disagreements on just about everything, her mom crying at night, her dad dating endless strings of women to fill the void of his first love.  But that never took away from the love her parents showed her in each of their homes.

They both also nurtured Nik’s love for dancing, starting at a young age, she showed a gracefulness and fluidity well beyond her years, it was almost as if she was made specifically to be a ballerina.  At first her parents just thought it was a childlike wonder for pink tutus and glitter, they soon began to realize that it was the one thing that truly made their daughter happy, never had they seen her smile like she did when she was dancing. It cost a lot of money, but the Royal Ballet School was the obvious answer for the betterment of Nikohls future, and so with extensive training, a lot of overtime hours and they sent her there. She spent ages eleven through nineteen at their boarding school, training with some of the best, and between school, and traveling between home and Portland, the girl had to grow up rather quickly, but her parents also never let her loose her childlike wonder.

the road to portland starts with;

Her dad is originally from Portland, and so she grew up between London and Portland since her parents were separated when she was young.  She lived at the Royal Ballet School during the school years, and then spent half her summer with her dad, and the rest in London with her mom, with her dad flying back and forth to visit her as well. She officially moved back to Portland when her dad was getting sick, being his only living family, she felt it was her obligation to take care of him.  After he died, she stayed to take care of his estate, and after that, she decided to stay because it felt like running away from her obligations, and at the time, she needed a place to run. Now, she’s here because she found a family in the Oregon  Ballet Theater, giving her a space to express herself a little more,  unlike her old company.

where her passions reside;

The obvious answer to this would be dancing, ballet is Niks heart and soul, her lifes breath. But she also loves her friends, as an only child, finding a home in people was always her way to survive, so she cultivates a good group of friends to become her family. She’s also passionate about activism in all walks, but especially, as someone who didn’t find their sexuality until their mid twenties, she’s very passionate about LGBTQ+ activism.  She loves art, and hosting dinner parties on her thrift-ed mismatched plates for all of her friends.

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“Can I stay the night?” selena and hazel

“Can I stay the night?” Hazel gave her father puppy dog eyes as he was about to pick her up from hanging out with her favorite cousin Selena. Huey glanced at Louie in the doorway behind Selena.“We handle one more,” Louie shrugged. Huey chuckled and shook his head."Alright then,“ Huey said as Hazel gave him a big hug.“Thank you thank you thank you!” she smiled. Huey chuckled and hugged back before she broke the hug and ran back into the house.“She better be in bed by seven Louie,” Huey pointed at his little brother, who rolled his eyes."Still such a stick in the mud. Who are you? Uncle Donald?” Louie joked. Huey couldn’t help but laugh a little too.“I am serious though. She has Junior Woodchuck stuff tomorrow,” Huey said. Louie nodded."Yeah yeah, we’ll give her food and sunlight and all that jazz. See you later,” Louie said.“Right. See you,” Huey walked away.“Alright then… I’ll be in my room if you two need me,” Louie said to the girls. Hazel and Selena nodded.“We’ll be good,” Selena said, “as long as Miles stays out. No boys aloud,” she crossed her arms. Louie chuckled and shook his head."Oh boy. I’ll be sure to tell him,” Louie ruffled her hair and walked away. Hazel watched him go.“Isn’t that a little mean?” Hazel asked.“Maybe, but this is speciallllll,” Selena grabbed her cousins hand and dragged her into her room, “you don’t ever spend the night.”"Yeah,” Hazel smiled and sat down on her large bed.“So what do you wanna do,” Selena plopped down next to her and asked.“O-oh well I uh…” she looked around at all of the dolls and things left over from when they had played together earlier. Hazel shrugged, “I dunno. Maybe just talk?”“I guesssss…. But can we do it over tea?” Selena smirked.“Sure,” Hazel chuckled. Quickly, Selena got out a Grey tub full of tiaras, feathered boas, a tea set, and tutus of all kinds. Hazel grabbed a purple skirt, pink tiara, and a white tea cup with red roses while Selena grabbed a blue boa and skirt, a silver tiara, and a pink tea cup. She also grabbed a blanket off her bed and set it on the ground to be used as a mat for their ‘tea party’. Hazel then grabbed the rest of the tea set and set it all up on the ground next to them.“So… I have a question,” Selena ‘poured’ herself a cup of tea."Okayyyy,” Hazel said and waited for her to be done. “Does Uncle Huey only wear red? Or is that just a coinc… Co- coincidian… Whatever the word is,” Selena didn’t know the word.“Coinicidance? I uh…” Hazel thought for a moment, “wait… You might be right. I think he always has at least a little bit of red. I have never- how could I never have noticed that,” Hazel paused what she was doing.“Huh…” Selena slowly nodded.“Well does Louie only wear green?” Hazel asked.“Psh, don’t be-… Wait…” Selena silently realized that it also applied to her dad, and most likely Uncle Dewey as well.Why did they always wear the same colors? Was that just… A thing that happens? Why did it take so long to notice???“Well, at least I know for a fact Aunt Lena doesn’t have a specific color,” Selena said.“I guess that’s true, if you don’t count heft hair dye. Its always been blue,” Hazel pointed out.“Yeah, but that’s like… Solid fact. I doubt she’d ever change it. Its the same color as her magic. That’s what makes it cool,” she said. Hazel nodded in agreement.“I guess,” Hazel silently ‘drank’ from her tea cup, honestly still confused at their revelation. She’d have to ask Uncle Donald or someone for clarification.“Well anyway, back to being queens,” Selena lifted her cup, pinky extended of course, “Let us now clink in hopes of… I dunno… What to do you want to happen right now?” Selena asked.“I um… I guess for more nights like these,” the girls laughed.“Alright then, let us now clink in hopes for more sleepovers,” The girls clinked their cups together and made the loudest, most obnoxious slurping sounds they could, which made each other laugh, when suddenly, two ducks dressed as pirates burst through the door and started shooting darts.“yar har har har! Tis I! Captain- er… Not-Miles! I’ve come for ye treasure!” Miles said with a fake pirate voice. Louie was behind and was still firing darts.“Miles-”“You’ll never take us alive Captain!” Hazel interrupted her cousin and dove under the bed.“It’d be best if ye went there too princess,” Miles said. “That’s queen, thank you very much,” Selena huffed and glanced at her father, who motioned for her to. She silently groaned and dove under the bed as well. “pst,” Hazel whispered, “Where do you keep your dart guns? We could use it and fight back."“Why? Just let him take whatever so they can leave us alone,” Selena huffed again. “Because… it’s… fun?” Hazel shrugged, “Isn’t that what siblings are for? To play games with?” “Maybe? Ugh, I don’t know,” Selena groaned and put her head down. Hazel stayed quiet as Miles continued shouting orders to Louie on how to steal the loot. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” she said. “Okay, so where do you keep em?” Hazel asked. “Over in that box over there,” Selena pointed to the box. Hazel nodded and the pair army crawled over.“Yar har har! Me and me partner are successful in stealin all yeer loot! Har dee har har!” Miles laughed, “Now we be off!” he shouted. He looked up at his dad and elbowed him. “Make a pirate sound,” he said.“Yar,” Louie chuckled. “Not so fast!” Selena popped up while Hazel busted open the box’s lid.“What de ye want now?” Miles spun to face his sister.“Our tea back!” Hazel shouted and armed her cousin with a loaded dart gun. Miles’ face dropped.“Retreat!” Miles commanded. Louie grabbed the sack full of the stuff they ‘stole’ and the pirates ran out of the room. Hazel grabbed her own dart gun and the girls chased after. “Give us our tea set back!” Selena shouted and fired one on Miles’ hat. “Nevarrrrrrr!” He shouted and ran even faster. Hazel stayed quiet and just kept firing. “Hold up. You keep chasing, I got myself a plan B,” Selena gestured up the wall. Hazel nodded, really confused. “Just… keep going. I’ll catch up,” Selena said. Hazel nodded again and caught up with Miles, who had ended up cornering himself against a wall. Goodness knows where Louie had went. “Give it up Captain,” she pointed the dart gun at him.“I don’t have it yeer highness,” Miles bowed dramatically.“Don’t lie,” she stepped forward.“I don’t!” he put his hands in the air. Hazel lowered her gun and observed the area. The sack was nowhere to be found."Well where is it then?” She asked. “My parrrrtnarrrr has it yar har har!” Miles smirked. “dang it!” Hazel spun around and ran the other direction, where she ended up seeing Selena pinning her father down to the ground. “What- how the- what the????” Hazel observed the scene with confusion. “Crawled through the air vents,” Selena shrugged, “The sack is in the corner. You should secure it before you know who gets it.“rrrright…. but… how’d you do that????” Hazel gestured to her uncle. “Mom has taught me one or two things when she’s not gone,” Selena shrugged. Hazel slowly nodded and grabbed the sack.“Now… are you ready to surrender?” Selena pointed the dart gun at his face. "No!” Miles shouted as he ran down the hall. Selena aimed her dart gun and shot him in the chest. “Boom. I win,” she smirked and got off her dad. Louie chuckled and dusted himself off. “You know, you are a lot like your mom,” He ruffled Selena’s hair.“heh,” she said when all of the sudden the garage rumbled.“Mommy!” Miles ran to the garage as the door swung open. “Speak of the devil,” Louie chuckled.“What the heck happened in here?” Webby slowly walked into the room, seeing darts everywhere. “I’m a pirate mommy!” Miles tugged on her sleeve. “Oh are you now? Land or sea?” She asked. Miles paused."There’s more than just sea?” Miles asked.“Oh yes,” Louie and Webby exchanged a look. “A-aunt Webby… h-hi,” Hazel gave a small wave."Oh hey Hazel. What are you doing here?” Webby asked.“I-i uh…” Hazel fumbled.“She’s staying the night!” Miles grinned. "Ah, well isn't that nice? Its a pleasure to have you," Webby smiled at Hazel, which made her look at the ground. Hazel want quite used to seeing her aunt all too often, so she was still a bit shy. "And everything is alright?" Webby asked her husband in a hushed tone."Yes yes, everything is fine. She just wanted to stay over. No biggie," Louie brushed it off. "Well, I guess... Well you four have fun. I got just a little more work to do. I'll be in my office if you need me," Webby patted Miles and Selena's before she walked away. "And off she goes," Selena commented. Hazel glanced at her cousin, but said nothing. Louie sighed. "Maybe we should clean up and call it s night," he said. The girls nodded, but Miles strongly protested. "I don't wanna stop! I wanna playyyyyy," he huffed. "Miles, it is past your bedtime. Youre tired," Louie took his pirate hat, "we can continue tomorrow.""Ugh, fiiiiiine," Miles huffed and walked away in defeat. "Now as for you two, you can stay up as long as youre quiet," Louie said. Selena grinned."Thanks dad," she hugged him. Louie smiled tiredly and hugged back while Hazel kicked the ground. "C'mon," Selena grabbed her cousins hand and they went back to her room. Selena flopped onto the bed. "So now what do you wanna do?""Sleep actually sounds kinda nice," Hazel shrugged. "Sleep? Its barely eight," Selena pointed out. "That's past my bed time," Hazel realized. "What? Your bed time is seven? That's wayyyy early," Selena said. "Well Dad always said that 'good girls don't complain about bedtimes' and I do always feel better when I go to sleep early and the JWG says that 'early to bed and early to rise makes a man stronger and wise' or something like that," Hazel said. "Man, you are such a rule follower," Selena shook her head. "Y-yeah..." Hazel itched her arm. "I guess we can sleep though," Selena scooted over and Hazel turned off the lights before she lied down next to her, and it was a matter of seconds before both girls had passed out completely into a good nights rest.

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A Coffee Connection Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Day Six, two days before the wedding [Afternoon/Bachelorette Party]

Cameron and Kay ended up having a light brunch with Kay’s grandmother and while Kay had managed to stir the conversation away from great-grandchildren but it didn’t stop Cameron from getting the embarrassing childhood stories he had hoped for, “So she used to dance around in pink tutu?”

Kay’s grandmother nodded, “God help you if you tried to separate that four-year-old from her tutu.”

Cameron laughed, “That I would pay to see.”

Kay rolled her eyes, “So I liked ballet as a kid.”

“Little Lady, I like ballet, you were on a whole other level.” Grandma Daniels stated.

“Could we please change the subject?” Kay asked, desperately wanting to talk about something else.

“So Grandma Daniels? How did you meet Kay’s grandfather?” Cameron asked. He wanted to ask more questions about Kay’s childhood but figured that he’d eventually learn everything about her so there was no rush.

Grandma Daniels gave a nostalgic smile, “We met when we were fifteen. At the time, I thought he was a little too goofy if I’m being honest.”

Kay and Cameron both smiled. “You always said that Grandpa made you laugh.” Kay said.

“He did...” She chuckled, “I remember when he asked me out on our first date, he was a stuttering mess that I think I ended up asking him.”

Cameron chuckled, “I’m guessing he had it bad for you.”

Grandma Daniels pretended to bounce the curls in updo, “Well, can you blame him?” She gave a sad smile, “He was a good man... ”

“Grandpa passed away in his sleep when I was eight...” Kay explained, “I remember that he was... like this big cuddly teddy bear. Always had a smile ready for you.” She smiled fondly.

“I’m sorry.” Was all Cameron could say.

“Despite the unpleasant surprise when I woke up the next morning... I think that’s the best way we could have said goodbye. I remember that we got into bed, we told each other about our day, he kissed me and then we went to sleep in each other’s arms.” She gave a sad smile, “He hated hospitals... I’m glad he didn’t die in one.”

Kay gave her grandmother a sad smile, “Nana...”

She shook her head “He and I were together for forty-seven years and married for forty-two. We had four beautiful children. He was my best friend and I’m... just happy that he was a part of my life. I remember that we he proposed to me, it was really out of the blue because he didn’t even have a ring ready.”

Kay raised her eyebrows, “He didn’t?” She had never heard this story before.

Her grandmother shook her head, “No. We were at an amusement park for my twentieth birthday and he had gotten down on one knee with a plastic rose and gave a long speech about how the day his love for me dies is the day the rose wilts... I still have that rose next to his picture on my nightstand.”

“That’s...” Normally Kay would find something like that so cheesy but... she couldn’t help but find this story simply sweet, “That’s so sweet.”

Cameron gave a smile, “He sounds like an amazing man.”

“He was...” The old woman waved her hand, “But enough about me. Let’s talk about you two.”

“U-us?” Kay asked.

“Yes. I must know... How did it start?”

Cameron and Kay both looked at each other, unsure how to respond. Kay wasn’t sure if her grandmother had picked up on the fact they had been faking it the first few days. Cameron hesitated, “You know... I’m not sure. It just kinda happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well... we were just hanging out, having fun and I don’t know what it was but...” Cameron said as he took Kay’s hand in his, “I just remember that Kay was smiling and I realized that I wanted to be a part of her life, more than I already was. I wanted something real and I wanted it with Kay so I... I took a chance and I kissed her.”

Kay just looked at him with loving eyes as he spilled his guts, “And then I almost ran away.”

He smiled at her, “But for some strange reason, you seem to feel the same about me.”

Grandma Daniels looked on as Kay and Cameron smiled at each other. She had seen that look on Cameron’s face before; it was the look her own husband had given her every day for almost fifty years. However it was the look on Kay’s face that made the old woman glad, that her granddaughter was letting herself be happy again. She had spent so long mourning over her sister and letting her death haunt her, she hadn’t been willing to let herself be joyful. Whatever Cameron did, he made her granddaughter happy again and for that she would approve of them getting married tomorrow if they wanted to. She cleared her throat, “So Cameron, you mentioned you had a brother?”

Kay wasn’t sure if Cam was willing to talk about Jonathan, “Uh Nana-”

Cameron squeezed her hand, “It’s fine. And yeah, I do have a brother, twin brother actually, his name is Jonathan.”

The old woman raised an eyebrow, “So God saw what a handsome fellow he created and made a second one... I approve.”

Cameron let out a laugh and scratched the back of his head, “Well, I am actually the younger twin but I like your thinking.”

Kay rolled her eyes, “Don’t get so cocky.”

“Hey, if God didn’t make two of us-”

“Then maybe I’d actually get some sleep.”

There was a second of silence before Cameron spoke again, smirking, “You realize how that sounded right?”

Kay nodded as she grimaced, “Fully aware.”

“Tell me about Jonathan.” Kay’s grandmother asked.

“Well, we... uh, drifted apart a few months ago back” Cameron said referring to when Jonathan switched places with him, “But then a few weeks later, he... helped us with a case we had thought had gone cold and we kind of made amends after that.”

“What is he doing now?”

Cameron smiled, “Doing something he’s wanted to do since we were kids, he’s seeing the world on his own terms. We still talk on the phone every once in a while.”

“When is he coming back?”

Cameron was silent for a moment. Kay squeezed his hand in reassurance, “I... I don’t know. You know for the first time in his life, Johnny’s doing what he wants where he doesn’t have to answer to anyone but... he’s happy.” He smiled, “When we talk, I can hear it in his voice. He’s happy.”

Grandma Daniels smiled, “You two seem very close.”

Cameron chuckled, “You don’t know the half of it.”

The three of them continued to talk for a few more hours before Kay checked the time and realized that they would be late for the bachelor and bachelorette parties if they stayed longer. “Sorry Nana.” Kay said, “But we shouldn’t be late for Tiffany and Harris.”

Grandma Daniels smiled, “Of course. The less Tiffany is stressed before her big day, the better.”

Kay went over and kissed her grandmother’s cheek, “I’ll see you later Nana.”

Her grandmother smiled, “See you two later. Try to stay out of trouble.” She joked.

The two of them went back to their room to get ready, Cameron took out his card key, “Your grandmother is pretty damn cool. I can see where you get it from.”

Kay raised an eyebrow, “My damn coolness?”

Cameron nodded and smirked, “Yes. Your damn coolness.” He opened the door, “So you said we have about an hour before we’re supposed to meet the others in the lobby, right?”

Kay nodded as she checked her phone, “Yeah.”

“Want some coffee?”

“Please. We’re probably going to need it.”

Cameron smiled, “Coming right up.” He motioned for Kay to sit down as he prepared the coffee, “So, do you mind if I ask what your mom wanted to talk about this morning?”

Kay didn’t want to tell him that her mother didn’t approve of him, “It was nothing, she was just... giving me an opinion that I didn’t really ask for.”

“What was it?”

She hesitated, “She said that I needed to lose weight.” She lied.

Cameron chuckled, “Nice try Kay but you’re gonna have to tell me something I could actually believe. You know, she worried about you being an FBI agent, she doesn’t approve of me, something I could buy.” Cameron walked over to the table with the coffee mugs in hand noticed Kay’s expression, “She... doesn’t approve of me does she?”

Kay shook her head, “I’m sorry... I don’t know why I lied. I just...”

“Hey, it’s okay, I don’t blame you. I was the one who asked.” He sat down next to her, talking a sip of his coffee. He smiled at her and she smiled back. What was weird was that even sitting in silence, it didn’t bring an air of awkwardness but of course, Cam couldn’t stay silent for very long, “Kay?”

“Hmm?”

“When... when did you know?”

She gave him a confused look, “Know?”

“When did you realize... you had feelings for me?”

“I have feelings for you?” She joked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Cam rolled his eyes but smiled, “I’m serious Kay.”

She looked down at her coffee then back at him, “I’m not sure...” Cameron was confused but waited for her to explain, “I starting questioning it after the... incident at the auction house but I was also so mad at you that I didn’t really consider it.”

“I remember. You had every right to be upset.”

Kay shook her head, “No, I know that the decisions you made weren’t entirely on you.” She took a deep breath, “But I realized that I had genuine feelings for you when... when you got shot.”

“When you were out with Isaac?”

She nodded, “When you got shot... for a second, I got really scared.”

“But you’re scary all the time.”

“Cameron...”

“I’m sorry.”

“I was just... really relieved that you were wearing that vest.” She smiled at him, “And now I know that you started having feelings for me around the same time.” She took another drink of her coffee. Cameron smiled at her, “What is it?”

He didn’t anything, instead he leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, “Nothing, I’m just glad I came here.” Kay gave him a curious look, “How much longer do you think we would have avoided telling each other?”

Kay chuckled, “I guess we won’t know now will we?”

“Thank God!” He exclaimed, kissing her again. She smiled into kiss and raised her hand to cup his neck. When they pulled away, Cameron smiled, “We should... probably get ready.”

“We should.” Kay nodded, finishing her coffee and getting up from her seat.

“Any specific requests made by Tiffany on what you should wear?”

Kay nodded, “Oh yes.” She pulled out a pink t-shirt from her suitcase and held it up in front of her. On the t-shirt were a heart and the words ‘Tiffany + Harris 4ever’written on it in gold, “She wants all the bridesmaids to wear this during the bachelorette party.” Cameron was silent, “Cam?”

Cameron just looked at her with wide eyes, “Please, can I get a picture of you wearing that? Please.”

Kay laughed raising an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because no-one will believe me otherwise.”

“Hmm.” She smirked, “I don’t think so.”

Cameron pouted, “Aw, come on.”

“Well, maybe, ask me again afterwards.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow, “You’re just giving me false hope, aren’t you?”

She smiled innocently, “Maybe...”

“I’ll take it.” He said, finishing his coffee. Kay then changed her shirt as Cameron changed his to a comfortable button-up. When they got to the lobby, there was a sign telling the groomsmen to go to the bar and the bridesmaids to head to the ballroom, “I guess I will see you later.” He kissed her cheek before they parted ways.

Kay made her way to the ballroom and when she got there, she was greeted by Stephanie, “Hi Kay!” The pregnant blonde exclaimed.

She smiled, “Hi Stephanie, so what on the agenda for tonight?”

“Drinks, food, and some drinking games which I will be monitoring because I unfortunately cannot drink.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Well, Tiffany and Harris both agreed that they didn’t want strippers or anything.”

“Thank goodness for that.”

As Kay and Stephanie entered, Kay was hug-attacked by Tiffany, “You came!”

Kay let out a laugh, “Of course I did. I’m surprised that you’ve kept it so low-key.”

“I want boys to be surprised that this ride is closed.”

“Of course you did.”

“Come on, come on, come on!” Tiffany dragged Kay over to the semi-circle she and the bridesmaids had made, “We are about to play Truth or Drink.”

Kay furrowed her brows, “Truth or... Drink?”

“It’s this game we invented in collage.” Morgan said.

“The rules are kinda like Truth or Dare but with a twist.” Octavia explained, “If you choose Truth, you have to answer a question truthfully.”

“Of course” Kay nodded.

“But if you don’t want to answer the question, you gotta take a shot.”

“And now you see why someone has to stay sober.” Stephanie joked as she sat down on a chair.

“Okay!” Tiffany clapped her hands, “Who will be my first victim?” She looked around the semi-circle before deciding, “Kay!”

Kay’s eyes widened, “Wha-me?”

Tiffany nodded, “Were you the one who rearranged my porcelain unicorn collection so that they were organized by colour instead of by size during the family reunion of ’03?”

Kay shook her head, “No, that was Hillary... but I didn’t stop her.”

“I knew it!”

“Kay!” Hillary exclaimed with a grin.

Kay shrugged, “Sorry Hilly but I had to tell the truth.”

“Okay, Kay. Now it’s your turn.” Tiffany said.

“Hmm... Hilly. ”

Hillary raised an eyebrow, “Lay it on me Cuz.”

“Did you accept to go study in Italy on the prospect on finding an Italian husband which I know for a fact is your type of man?”

Hillary didn’t say anything for a moment then downed a shot of vodka, “I have the right to remain silent.” They all laughed as the night continued on with this lighthearted fun. As the time neared midnight, everyone slowly started to leave but Kay was last to go as Tiffany got so drunk that she had to help Stephanie take Tiffany back to the bridal suite.

When they put Tiffany to bed, she said her good nights to Stephanie, and she headed back to her room. when she went inside she say Cameron sitting up on the bed attempting to fiddle with his cards but he couldn’t keep his hands steady so the cards were spilling out of the deck. He was clearly way more drunk than she was, “Cameron?”

“Hey! It’s...” he paused for a moment, “Hold on, I got this... it’s Kay! My favourite person.”

“Cameron...” She walked over to him, taking his cards out of his hands before he spilled any more of them, “Are you drunk?”

“Pff... no...” He grinned, “Okay, maybe a little.”

She sat down next to him on the bed, “How many drinks did you have?”

“Eleven...teen...” He looked at her with an intense gaze, “You’re really beautiful.”

“You are very drunk.”

“You’re not just beautiful...” He slurred with a drunken smile, “You’re pretty too.”

Kay chuckled as she helped him lay down, “I think those are synonyms Cam.”

“No, cinnamon’s what you like in your coffee.”

“No, it-” Kay was too tired and quite frankly, a little too drunk to explain to him why she wasn’t talking about cinnamon, “It’s nothing.” As Cameron lay down, Kay smiled at him and put his cards aside, “Now get some sleep.”

Cameron lightly gripped her hand and looked at her with sad puppy eyes, “Where are you going?”

“I’m just going to change into my pajamas.”

Cam nodded in relief as he let go, “Oh... okay.” As Kay walked away, “I’ll be here... not that I’m gonna go anywhere else but I’ll be here.” Kay got ready for bed and soon came back to lie down in bed. Cameron gave a lazy smile, “Hey... you came back.”

Kay gave him a tired smile, “Where would I have gone?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know...” Kay moved in a little closer and ran a hand through his hair. Cam closed his eyes, “That feels nice...”

“How was the bachelor party?” She asked as she slowly ran her fingers through his messy hair.

“Fun... even if Stupidhead was there.”

Kay chuckled, “You mean Pierson?”

“Yeah, Stupidhead. That’s my new name for him.” Cameron lifted his arm and used it to pulled Kay closer to him.

Kay just smiled, she was too drunk to feel embarrassed by his acts of affection right now, “I like it...” She brought her hand down and rested it on his neck as he rested her forehead against his, “Cameron, I...”

“I don’t deserve you...” She heard him whisper.

“What?”

“I don’t know why you chose me...” He muttered as he pulled her even closer, “You deserve so much better than me... everyone thinks so...”

“Cameron...”

“B-but I want to be selfish... I don’t wanna let you go...” Cameron really had no idea he was saying these things out loud, “Only way I’d do that is... if you tell me to...” His words trailed off as he fell asleep.

Kay closed her eyes and gently pressed her lips against his, “I’m not going anywhere Cam...” She stroked his cheek, “I don’t know why you don’t realize this yet but you’re perfect for me...” She felt Cam’s arms tighten around her. She adjusted her head to lie comfortably on her pillow as she continued to gently stroke his cheek as Cameron stayed in his deep sleep. Kay was scared to tell him how she really felt about him but with Cameron asleep and her blood alcohol levels higher than normal, she didn’t feel so scared, “I love you Cam...” She whispered before she fell asleep too, unaware of the smile that formed on Cameron’s sleeping face.

Oh boy! That took longer than I thought! Only one more day left now until the day of the wedding which means... 5-6 chapters left, I think... my math’s not great so I could be wrong. Will Cameron and Kay tell each other how they really feel? Will Cam be able to take Kay out on that official date he promised her? Will they finally get lucky? Interpret the word “lucky” as you will. Stay tuned to find out!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you have any feedback at all, I’d love to hear it!

[jamiemac26]

A Part Of Me - Chapter 3

A Taron Egerton x Reader Fanfiction - JamieMac

Summary: Her friends are her entire life. The boys meant the world to her. They had grown up together and were wading through the waters of life together. She watched as they carved their nitch into the world. A new boy came into her life one night… would he be accepted into her world? Would she allow someone new to cause ripples along the smooth surface.

Warnings: Language

She loved sparring. It was graceful. She was light on her feet. There was a sense of choreographed moves that were familiar and refreshing. She was reminded of the famous words by Muhammad Ali, ‘Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee.’ She didn’t necessarily feel like stinging, but she loved the floating feeling she got when she danced around the ring. She mentally thanked Tom, again, for introducing her to this wonderful sport.

“Duck (Y/N)! Duck,” Tom shouted from the corner.

She did as he said, ducking down as an arm whizzed above her head. She threw a couple punches back at her partner, bobbing and weaving her way around the ring. They’d been at the gym for about thirty minutes, long enough for her to work up a sweat. She had nerves building in her stomach. Yes, the boxing was helping, but the fact that the hot guy from the party would be here shortly, kept the nerves alive and on the forefront of her mind.

“You’re not focusing (Y/N),” Tom walked into the center, standing between the gloved athletes.

Haz and (Y/N) stopped moving and looked at their friend.

“I’m sorry, but someone invited Taron ‘freaking’ Egerton to join us and well, thanks to that, I can’t concentrate,” She glared at him but there was a slight twinkle in her eye.

“You wanted our help, so we’re helping,” Tom stood next to Haz, indicating the two were in cohorts.

“Help as in, talk to him, find out where he hangs out, which bar is his favorite, which nightclubs he visits. See, all of those things would have easily allowed me to accidentally on-purpose bump into him one night. You two make things so much more complicated.” She leaned against the ropes, a bottle of water clutched tightly in her hand.

Both boys wrinkled their noses at her, “How is that better? Girls are weird.”

“Oh yeah, I’m the weird one,” She laughed as she ducked under the ropes, removing herself from the ring. She watched as Tom pulled the gloves on and the sparring between the two friends commenced. She leaned against the ring, her eyes on the boys but her mind wandered, taking a trip down memory lane.

Ten year old (Y/N) stood in front of the floor to ceiling length mirror. Her little pink leotard and tutu were brand new. Her mum had bought them for her, specifically for the first day of ballet class. She had begged and begged for dance lessons, finally wearing her mum down. She watched as the other little girls sat on the shiny floor, stretching out their muscles. She emulated them, pretending to know what she was doing. It was in the middle of this stretching session that she saw his brown head bound into the room. He vibrated with an endless amount of energy and she couldn’t stop looking at him. He smiled at the other kids and passed out friendly hugs. His eyes locked onto her and she blushed slightly at getting caught. His smile grew and he ran across the room, sliding to a stop in front of her.

“Hi, I’m Tom,” He sat down next to her.

She smiled back shyly.

“You’re new aren’t you?” His smile didn’t falter

She nodded her head, her voice still in hiding.

He giggled, “What is your name?”

“(Y/N),” She squeaked.

“Well (Y/N), we’re gonna have so much fun,” With that he stood up, his hand reaching out to her.

She grasped it gently and with surprising strength he helped her up.

For that entire class he stuck by her side. He showed her the positions and was very patient with her when she got them wrong. He introduced her to all of the other students and when class was over, he asked his own mum if she could join them for dinner. His mum had said yes and off they had gone to his house.

(Y/N) grinned at the pleasant memories of her first time meeting Tom. Her young self had been so smitten with his energy and his exuberance for life. He had made her laugh. He had made her smile. They had gone on adventures together, exploring the park and its surrounding woods. She started going to his house after school most days, her parents always working late. His family had become hers. His brothers were the siblings she didn’t have. Friends in their circle would come and go, but it always managed to remain the two of them. Well, until Harrison came along and somehow he managed to stick around. She smiled at the memory of him calling her his best friend for the first time. She remembered the exact day. She remembered the exact time. They were at the park. It was a typical English spring evening, cool and cloudy with a bit of a drizzle but that didn’t stop them. She’d been making her way towards Tom. He was perched up at the top of the slide, having an intense conversation about friends. She overheard him say, ‘No she’s not my girlfriend,she’s my best friend. That is so much better than a girlfriend.’ He had seen her shortly after that, sliding down the slide and wrapping her up in his arms.

She was so lost in her trip down memory lane that she wasn’t aware that another body had joined them in the gym...not until Harrison stopped moving and with an evil smirk in her direction, said boldly, “Hey Taron man, glad you could join us.”

She glared at both boys, taking a couple deep breaths to steady her nerves. She put a smile on her face and spun around to greet him, “Hey.”

“You were at the party last night, right,” He asked.

She nodded her head, “Yes and feeling the aftermath of that party quite harshly. I'm (Y/N),” She extended her hand towards him.

He gripped her hand in his, “It's nice to meet you, I’m Taron… and yeah, I'm feeling that party as well,” He laughed.

“I’m rather shocked that you chose to join us then,” She leaned back against the ring, carefully keeping Tom and Harrison in her peripheral vision.

“How long have you been boxing?”

She looked at him, taking in his handsome features. His sharp jawline and his stunning green eyes. She blinked a couple times, “Umm.. Only a few weeks. Tom thought it would help me gain back some of my gracefulness and coordination.”

“Gain back?” He took a step closer.

She nodded her head, “Yeah. I danced for several years, but for many reasons I got out of the habit. I wanted to start up again and this seemed like a good place to start. If anything, it is a killer workout.” She could see the boys exchange glances with one another and she cocked her head in their direction.

“(Y/N) and I met in a dance class actually,” Tom sat down next to her, his legs swinging over the edge.

“You danced,” Taron’s question was directed at Tom.

She laughed, “Yes he did and we met in ballet class.” She could feel the glare that Tom was casting in her direction.

Taron’s eyes danced from face to face, “That’s cool man. I always wanted to take some dance classes but I never had the nerve. I am more accident prone than graceful.”

“How are you at sparring,” Harrison tossed Taron the gloves.

Taron caught them with ease but he quickly handed them to (Y/N). She looked at the gloves now in her hand before raising her glance to Taron. Her cheeks burned as she watched him rid himself of his hoodie. The sweat pants he wore were slung low on his hips and the tank top was like a second skin. His shoulder muscles were nicely defined,his biceps flexing as he reached for the gloves in her hand.

Harrison tapped her on the arm, “(Y/N) you’re staring again.”

The redness deepened and she had to turn her face away from the boys, “Seriously Haz, go away.”

He snickered, planting himself firmly next to her. “Tom do you want me to be timing the rounds?”

Tom nodded his head and Harrison gave them the signal to begin. She watched as they danced around the mat. One boy slim and lean, the other broad and built. Their contrast was night and day and she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. Harrison would nudge her every so often and she would swat at his hands and hiss a ‘leave me alone’ for good measure. They continued their go-around for several minutes and she could see that Taron was starting to tire. It was hard to go up against Tom as he seemed to have a limitless supply of energy. She never quite understood where it came from but he’d been that way for as long as she’d known him. One just learned to keep up with Tom Holland or one was sure to be left behind. Harrison called time once again and Taron bent over, gasping for air as he tried to catch his breath.

“Good round, I’m impressed,” Tom slapped the older man on the back. “(Y/N) pass me a bottle of water, will ya?”

She reached around Haz and grabbed two bottles, rolling them into the center of the mat. The boys greedily accepted them, the gulping sounds reaching her ears.

“I’ve forgotten just how much stamina that takes,” Taron panted slightly, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

She nodded her head, “Just imagine what I was like for the first couple of weeks. He’s not easy on anyone, believe me. “

Taron smiled and she felt her heart flip slightly. “So how long have you guys all been friends?” Taron sat down next to her, his arms draped over the ropes.

“Tom and I have known one another for what...eleven years,” She looked at Tom for confirmation and smiled as she watched his head nod. “Haz has been around for about five.” She leaned over and elbowed the taller boy in the ribs, “But we do kinda like him so we keep him around.”

“And you met in a dance class,” The questions continued.

She nodded her head, “Yep. I was almost 11 and Tom had just turned 10. He was the first person in that class to say hi to me and from that point on, we’ve always been together.”

“It’s rather annoying,” Harrison interjected.

“Shut up Haz,” Both Tom and (Y/N) spat back, completely in sync.

“See what I have to deal with,” Harrison laughed, the others joining him.

“Oh, it’s movie night at (Y/N)’s tonight...how about you join us man,” Tom hopped down to stand next to her.

Taron’s eyes darted from Tom to (Y/N), “You sure I wouldn’t be intruding?” His question was directed at her.

She shook her head, “Nah, not intruding at all.”

“What time?” He slide down out of the ring, ducking to escape the ropes.

“We usually start around 7, so just whenever you want to get there,” Tom stated.

“Text me the address and I’ll be there,” Taron bent over to grab his hoodie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his firm ass. Harrison saw her staring and poked her in the ribs, her face instantly going red at being caught.

Taron stood back up, biding his farewells as he left the gym. The three remaining friends looked at one another, “I was wrong boys,” (Y/N) reached for her own jacket.

Harrison and Tom grinned, “And what were you wrong about,” Haz sing-songed.

“Your plan was perfect,” Laughter echoed throughout the gym.

Tag List: @johnmurphys-sass

[dreamsofthescreen]

The Emotional History of Lili Elbe - The Danish Girl Review

Transgender pioneer Lili Elbe breaks our heart and attempts to teach us a lesson of authenticity in ‘The Danish Girl’.

Eddie Redmayne & Alicia Vikander in ‘The Danish Girl’ (2015)

Tom Hooper’s ‘The Danish Girl (2015) bursts with life, change & controversy, seen through it’s portrayed emotion, score & production design. Based on the touching story of 1920s Danish transgender pioneer, Lili Elbe & her wife Gerda Wegener, it focuses primarily on the unconditional love and support between the couple throughout. It is through the convincing writing that we get to see both partner’s go through life-changing transformations to understand their place in a world not so accepting of their beliefs. The artistic focus that is held on the film showcases the significance of the story. However, the portrayal of supposed ‘femininity’ was one that can be seen as offensively diminishing in it’s attempt to represent what it means to become and be a woman. Told through the eyes of cis-men, where there is a pioneer, there is controversy, especially in the LGBTQ+ world.

Set in 1920s Copenhagen, marriage between painters Gerda and Einar Wegener seems to be prospering in the artistic, seaside city. As the two appear to be made for each other, the complication that arises is life-changing for both characters. As Gerda’s friend Oola is unavailable to sit for Gerda’s painting, she persuades husband Einar to put on a ballerina’s costume, where he has a great revelation. Eventuating into belonging as ‘Lili Elbe’ after months of playing dress up, it is Gerda’s support that shows the poignancy in Lili’s journey. As Oscar-Winner Eddie Redmayne portrays both Einar Wegener and Lili Elbe, Swedish actress Alicia Vikander’s performance as Gerda earns her the Academy Award. As much as the film obviously focuses on Lili’s journey, Vikander steals the performance more than Redmayne, and she is just as significant of a character in the tale. However, in the 2016 Academy Awards, Vikander was still listed as ‘Best Supporting Actress’. And support did her character do. As the perspectives of Lili change drastically, Gerda’s unconditional love has her view of her partner staying the same, with her care only growing stronger. Having been known for representing strong female leads gracefully in pictures like ‘Testament Of Youth’, Vikander’s performance utters strength and an inspiring feature in the writing of the film. As Lili has an interview in Paris to discuss the possibility of a sex change, she states, “The fact is, i believe that I am a woman. Inside”, to which Gerda replies, “And I believe it too”.

In a world where no one could begin to understand what transgender even means, Gerda believes every word that her partner utters. As she never doubts Lili’s transition, and although there is constant grief and fear, we see how Gerda’s love overrides any challenged faced. Even though they may have not known it, that devotion was always the foundation of their relationship. This pure love is certainly recognised by Einar/Lili, as she utters, “I love you, because you’re the only person who made sense of me”. Einar & Gerda both take on great change, viewers gaining a new perspective on transitioning, seeing that it is not only one person who goes through it, but the loved ones around them too who discover the meaning and hardships of authenticity. The beauty of the connection between Gerda & Einar or Lili is a great highlight of Hooper’s film, creating interest and bringing meaning to the tale.

In ‘The Danish Girl’ we explore the world of art in the 1920s, which was a greatly influential time period - the art deco and nouveau styles, further expression post-WWI. The costume, set design, cinematography and score all weave into making an aesthetically stunning film, as the life of two artists themselves appears as a painting on screen. With the costume design by Paco Delgado, the production design by Eve Stewart, cinematography by Danny Cohen & the soundtrack by Alexandre Desplat, all these creative components do a beautiful job in tying into the meaning of the story. The costume design is a paramount feature in Einar’s journey into discovering who Lili is, as he is surrounded by women in striking dresses, tutu’s and silks. Delgado’s dressing of Einar see’s him as a stiff man, very restrained in tight, uninspiring suits. Where as when Lili is seen, she bursts with life in colourful velvets and layered capes. The cinematography by Danny Cohen focuses on some rather extreme close ups, which at times seem like too much, as though we as an audience cannot distinguish a characters emotion & need help by a camera’s exaggerated shots. Nevertheless, the shots themselves are symmetrical, and resemble artworks themselves, as the costumes, sets and light are all convincing of the time period. Director Hooper stated that he got inspiration for many of the shots and production design from Vilhelm Hammershøi, a Danish painter who was known for his subdued and empty, light focused interiors. Thus, when working with set designer, Eve Stewart, this had a lot of the images on screen genuinely resembling something on canvas & the long summer nights in Scandinavia. The maximalist, bohemian interiors of the apartment that Lili and Gerda share upon moving to Paris for exhibition work showcase the change and gained freedom in the couple. As Einar is exploring more of who Lili is, Gerda is faced with the challenge of accepting her new partner, whilst grieving her old one. Gone is the lonely, repressed space in Copenhagen that once represented the couple, and new is the lively and luxurious Parisian loft. Alexandre Desplat’s superb score is one of the things that hits the nail on the head of the emotions that break our hearts in Hoopers film. The discord, romance and speed in the soundtrack all perfectly reflect the mix of discomfort, love and terror in the story throughout. The dissonant piano taps or legato strings in the forefront of some scenes further dive into the characters experiences. A soundtrack can sometimes only support a film, yet Desplat’s work has us further understanding the shame, affection and despair in Lili & Gerda. The visual and audial areas of ‘The Danish Girl’ surely succeed in portraying deeper significance in the world and experience of a couple undergoing an overwhelming change in a time that helped, but didn’t understand.

The real winner in representing Lili’s story is the spotlight on Gerda & Einar’s artistry. As Gerda’s paintings of Einar dressed up as ‘Lili’ are her big break, Einar gets to see who he could be. Where there is flowing freedom in Gerda’s art, Einar’s continuous, rigid landscape work of the trees at Vejle represent his suppression. As in one scene Einar reveals to Gerda that he had dressed as Lili as a young boy in Vejle, him painting that same place can be seem as him stuck there, as he was his true self in that moment. Women started to become more in touch with their sexuality in the 1920s, seen through simple acts such as showing their ankles or dancing at speakeasies. This had screenwriter, Lucinda Coxon, cleverly making this aspect prominent in the transition of Einar to Lili & her discovery of herself. Einar is surrounded by nudes in his life, seen in his fellow workers art, his wife & specifically in a scene where he can visit a peep-show, even examining a cisgendered stripper there, to mimic it himself. In a scene where Einar visits As Gerda paints nude portraits of the character ‘Lili’, Einar himself can see who he truly is, as so much of the transgender experience would be defined by ones severe gender dysphoria. As the couple’s careers are both greatly visual, we can literally see the meaning of their works and how it ties into their lives - Einar feeling oppressed is his art pieces & Gerda discovering who her partner truly is supposed to be through hers, as well as the importance of being comfortable in ones raw body.

The controversy that surrounds ‘The Danish Girl’ is the fact that the cis-men that worked on it have succeeded in creating an untrue and fictionalised impression of womanhood.

A writer on site ‘IndieWire’, Carol Grant wrote a piece on how Hooper’s film was potentially harmful, stating that “In ‘becoming a woman’, Lili gives up painting to become a department store salesgirl.’ As Lili utters, “I want to be a woman, not a painter”, Gerda teases, stating “well, some people have been known to do both.” It can be argued that as Lili is an amateur in even being a woman, that she is uncertain of how to act accordingly & can only base herself off of stereotypes. Yet this plot line is never mentioned, and we as an audience are left with a badly represented and shallow idea of what it means to be a woman. Aren’t we meant to be inspired in seeing the authenticity in an early transgender pioneer? Yet this girl seems rather fake in her freedom, as we see how her overplayed feminine gestures seem to gain more merit than her actual spirit. Why does Lili’s early life have us see her delving into housewife activities, such as focusing on what scarf she loves or how to properly spray a perfume, rather than showing audiences what really means the most to her?

In moments that Einar reveals his truth to Gerda, we get to hear lines that do resonate well with the experience of a transgender man or woman, stating, “I think Lili’s thoughts, I dream her dreams. She was always there.” But Hooper never presents what Lili’s dreams or thoughts really were. It can be said that Lili never had enough of the time to fulfil these wishes, as (spoiler alert), this story ends with a tragic death. Yet Hooper had every opportunity to give us some insight into Lili, rather than just what her favourite nightdress was. This superficial focus on Lili separates her and her meaning greatly from the cisgendered characters, like Gerda herself, and Hans, a friend from Einar’s hometown of Vejle. Both Gerda and Hans are empowered through who they are: their ambitions, their careers, their empathy etc. By separating Lili from her loved ones & characterising her through her femininity only, this is potentially damaging to the transgender community, as trans women are too often seen as something that isn’t real or is a joke. We could have seen Lili as proof that transgender women are anything but fake and are so much more than just someone dressed up to the nines. There is depth in all humans, and by lacking this in Lili, her character only supports the harmful view that the trans community isn’t legitimate. Furthermore, the fact that Eddie Redmayne, a cisgendered man, played Lili Elbe didn’t sit well with many as this film too had opportunity to showcase the experience of a real transgender woman. Yet, this move was most likely made in order to sell the film to audiences, Redmayne being a well-known and praised actor.

Despite a lack of depth at points, Hoopers film still seems to soar in it’s skilful artistic communication. A solid attempt and successfully entertaining effort in portraying a pioneer was pulled off through the emotions seen on the surface. However pretty it looks, it cannot be ignored that the characterisation still lacks meaning in its main star. Yet, ‘The Danish Girl’ is still a marvel in how it raises awareness of an experience still highly misunderstood & through it, conservative judgements can be challenged.

Stars Out of Five: 3/5

[chocobabyporcelain]

How would the bros react to an S/O who wears jfashion? (I'm trying to think of things you like but all i can think of is jfash)

I am so here for this. But of course, you knew that.I did a different subfashion with each bro, but if you wanna see a specific bro with a specific fashion, just shoot me an ask and I’ll get to it.I’ve included a links to a pinterest baord on each fashion so if you’re not familiar, you can get a better visual.(Also, side note, I can totally see Iris dressing in Visual Kei)

Tags: @neko-otaku13 @itsmootothecow @itshaejinju @mp938368 @ffxv-milkshake @bespectacled-girl @insomniacapples @expectogladiolus

Noctis –Decora:

Noctis had known you since middle school, but he’d never seen yououtside of school before. Which meant he’d never seen you inanything other than your school uniform and the minimal makeup yourschool would allow.

Whenhe saw you at the arcade, dressedbrighter than a rainbow, he couldn’t help but stare. Nobody couldhelp but stare. Not all of them appreciative.

Youwere dressed in a bright yellow cut-sew with multicoloured polkadots, along with a red and blue chequered skirt over rainbow tights.There were glittery greenplatform sandals on your feet and a strawberry patterned jacketdraped loosely over your shoulders. You had a seemingly impossibleamount of hair clips decorating your bright red wig and plasticjewellery lining your wrists and fingers. Yourfuzzy, blue monster backpack was hanging limply from your arm as youand your friend, who was dressed similarly, battled on one of themachines.

“Yes!” you yelled out your victory, throwing your hands in theair as you jumped up and down, your backpack bouncing on your arm.

You friend groaned loudly and threw her head down in a pout. “You’reonly good at this because you have more experience.” she grumbled.

Noctis could hardly believe it was you. Could this really be (Y/N)?The girl in his class who kept to herself and barely said a word toanybody? The girl who got so embarrassed when she mispronounced“disestablishment” that she refused to speak for the rest of theday?

He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to you. “(Y/N)?”

Youturned to face him, youreyes widening when you saw exactly who was addressing you. “PrinceNoctis!” You stepped back, subconsciously pulling your jacketfurther around yourself, as if trying to hide.

Your friend cast a look between the two of you and smiled. “I’mgonna go grab some sodas.” she said, slipping away before you couldcall her back.

An awkward silence stretched between you, both of you looking aroundin different directions.

“It’s—”

“You—”

You both spoke simultaneously, and then laughed nervously atyourselves.

“You first.” Noctis insisted.

Younodded.“I was just gonna say it’s a little strange seeing you outside ofschool.” You pulled yourbackpack to your front, running your fingers through its soft fuzz. Anervous habit you’d picked up somewhere along the line.

Noctissmiled at you, giving your coord a once over. Which made you a littleself-conscious, honestly. “You look amazing.” he gesturedvaguely at your clothes. “So bright andbeautiful.”

It was hard to tell who blushed harder at that comment, you orNoctis.

“Colourful!”he corrected. “Bright an-Bright and colourful.”

Youchuckled. “Thank you.” Youlet one arm fallfrom your bagto your side, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’scalledDecora fashion.”

“I’dlove to hear all about it,” Noctis was almost embarrassed at howquickly he’d spoken. “If, y’know, you’d like to tell me?”

Youswayed a little, rolling up onto the balls of your feet with a brightsmile. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” you replied, maybe alittle too eagerly.

“Cool.”

Iswear, Decora is a lot nicer looking than the coord I just described.

Prompto – Fairy Kei:

You were sat on a high wall just behind the overlook in Lestallumwhen Prompto first saw you. He caught sight of your pastel pink andbaby blue sneakers dangling just above his line of sight. “Oh,”he muttered softly as he looked up and saw you in your entirety.

Your fluffy tutu in pink, mint and lavender splayed out either sideof you, draping over the pastel candy-print tights that encased yourthighs. The pink sweater you were wearing (in Lestallum, which wasquestionable enough) was easily three times too big for you, one sidehanging off your shoulder, and had “Barbie” written across thefront in pretty cursive letters. You wore baby blue knee-highs overyour tights, with little pink teddy bears holding balloons on thesides, disappearing into your high-top sneakers. Your hair was dyedin split colours, pink one side, blue the other, and was tied up intwin-tails, with slightly uneven tie-off points which looked clumsy,but cute. You were swinging your legs daintily, fully engrossed inyour phone.

Prompto couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face ashe looked up at you. A real life fairy princess, perched comfortablyatop her vantage point, looking out at the world. You were beautiful.A true vision in soft pastels.

He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to call out to you.“Exc– Excuse me!”

You peered over the top of your phone, unsure whether or not thevoice was calling you. You saw the blonde man down below waving toyou, and you gave your own shy, tentative wave in return.

“Hey, this might sound weird but, um,” he lifted his camera, asif to make you aware of its existence. “Would you be comfortablewith me taking your picture?”

You knitted your eyebrows, worrying your lower lip a little. “Oh,erm…” You considered it, briefly.  He seemed genuine enough andhe did ask permission first. That’s gotta count forsomething, right? You took a breath and forced a smile. “Yeah,sure.” You placed your phone down beside you and held up a peacesign.

Prompto hesitated. “Are you sure?” he called up. You werebeautiful and he definitely wanted a picture of you, but hewasn’t prepared to make you uncomfortable.

“I’m sure.” you replied, giving a short chuckle.

Prompto smiled up at you once more and aligned his camera, spending alittle time adjusting in a way that was comfortable and got a goodangle. He framed it perfectly, the midday sun behind you in a waythat made you glow radiantly.

“How do I look?”

“Gimme a sec.” He quickly made his way up the small hill, and youswivelled around on the wall to greet him.

You jumped off your comfy perch and grabbed your soft backpack offthe ground, stuffing your phone back into the yellow fluff.

Prompto stopped short when he caught sight of it. The fluffy birdshaped bag was recognisable anywhere. “Is your backpack a chocobo?”he asked with an excited smile.

You giggled, pulling your soft bag closer, cuddling him like aplushie. “Yeah. He’s super cute. I love him.” you said, swayingthe bag as if nursing a child.

“I think you might be my favourite person.” Prompto muttered,unable to stop the heat rising to his cheeks.

Blushing just as bright, you gave another nervous giggle, buryingyour face in the soft fluff of your chocobo backpack. “Do you, um,”you lowered the bag from your mouth, realising it was probablymuffling your speech. “Do you think you could email me that pictureso I can use it for my blog?” you asked, gesturing to his camera.

“Oh, sure thing.” Prompto reached into his pocket and dug out hisphone, opening his notes app and handing it to you. “Here, writedown your email address.”

You took the phone from him, typed in what you needed to, and handedit back.

Your name, email address and phone number.

“(Y/N?),” he smiled. “That’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.” You began to fidget with your bracelet, a band ofplastic, pastel beads spelling Cry Baby that was previouslyhidden beneath your sleeve. “So, do you have a name, orshould I credit you as Mr. Camera.” you asked.

Prompto snorted at the nickname. “It’s Prompto.” he replied,maybe hoping a little that you’d call him Mr. Camera anyway. Maybehe thought it sounded kinda cool.

“Prompto.” you repeated.

That’s when a car horn decided to blast, startling the both of you.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your friend’s voice call.

You looked up to the road, where you could see the car of anotherfriend, the one in question leaning far out of the window. “Get in,loser. We got a tea party to get to!”

You waved and turned back to Prompto. “That’s my ride.” Youhesitated, rocking slightly on your heels. “So… text me later?”you trailed off cautiously.

“Sure thing!” Prompto’s reply was immediate. “I’ll send thephoto tonight.”

You smiled and nodded. “Thank you so much.” With that, you rushedto your friend’s car, pausing to wave before you climbed in,ignoring your friends as they teased you.

Prompto waited until the car drove off before looking back at hiscamera, at the photograph of you, sitting atop the wall with thatsweet smile. “Ah, geez.” he muttered.

He had it bad.

Hereis my very own Fairy Kei board!In fact, most of the coord in this is based off my actual wardrobe.

Also,can I throw out the headcanon that Prompto is totally prepared totwin with his Fairy Kei S/O?

Ignis – Uchuu Kei:

For as long as Ignis has known you, he’s known about your penchantfor space. Many a time he’d found you, in the wee hours of themorning, curled up on the woven chair that sat on your balcony,staring up at the night sky.

He loved the sound of pure excitement in your voice as you pouredover your star chart, talking endlessly about the vastness and beautyof space, yet to be explored.

The crescent moon string lights you’d hung around the vanitymirror, the nebula print cushions you’d decorated the bed with, thenebula soaps in the bathroom, all of it may not have been to Ignis’staste, per say. But, a shared home should have equal representationof all parties coexisting, and that was your mark.

He’d noticed you were starting in integrate your passion for spacein your outfits. It started with your nails, your usual block colouracrylics traded in for nebula patterns. Then, there was a pair ofholographic creepers you had your heart set on from the moment yousaw them.

You’d started to wonder if you could make your whole wardrobe spacethemed. Or would that be silly? You supposed it was. After all, youweren’t a little girl anymore, and they probably didn’t even makespace themed clothing in your size.

Still, that didn’t stop you looking it up at home whileprocrastinating work. You scrolled through pages and pages ofchildren dressed as aliens and astronauts, becoming more and morediscouraged at each microhuman you saw draped in silver, green andUFO print.

Until, you stumbled upon something amazing.

You slammed your hands down on the table, staring wide-eyed at thescreen on your laptop.

“(Y/N)?” Ignis called, poking his head around the door of thesmall dinning room, where you were (supposed to be) working. “Whatwas that? Are you alright?”

You smiled at him over the top of your heavily decorated laptop.“It’s a thing!” you muttered, your voice pinching slightly asyour excitement become more apparent. You beckoned him over to showhim the images on your screen.

Ignis came to stand behind you, placing an arm across your shoulders.He watched with you as you scrolled down the page, showcasing imageafter image of people—adults—wearing nebula patterns,silver, constellations, aliens. Space fashion was a thing!

“It’s called Uchuu Kei,” you said, opening a few images in newtabs for a closer inspection. “I can’t believe it’s actually athing!”

The excitement in your voice brought a smile to Ignis’s face. “Ithink it’d suit you nicely.” He pointed to a particular image onthe screen. I girl dressed in a silver dress, navy, star sprinkledtights and holographic creepers. “You’re halfway there, you justneed the dress.” he commented with a chuckle.

You laughed along, mulling it over in your mind. Could you reallypull it off? You wanted to, but you weren’t convinced. What if youjust looked really silly? “You think so?” you asked, a littleshyly.

“Certainly.”

And with that, your mind was made up. You’d try out Uchuu Kei. Andif it didn’t suit you, it didn’t suit you, and it would be alearning experience and you’d move on.

It started with you collecting garments, tucking them away in yourcloset until you felt you had enough to build a semi-decent coord. Itwas mostly tops and sweaters, you noticed. All with aliens, crescentmoons, rocket ships and various other space motifs. You only had ahandful of suitable skirts and one pair of shorts, and two pairs oftights.

When you felt you had enough, you wanted to work on building a coord.You gathered all of the Uchuu clothes from your closet and laid themout neatly on the bed. You’d pick up a shirt, lay it over a skirtand then put it back, picking up a different shirt and trying again.

You were there for hours, and quickly growing frustrated.Why was coording so hard?

When you finally settled on what you hoped was a workable coord, yougot changed, applying a little makeup and checking yourself over inthe mirror. “Ignis,” you called, making your way out of thebedroom and landing before your boyfriend in a cute curtsy. “Do Ilook alright?”

Ignis regarded you with an appreciative hum. You were wearing a shortsleeved t-shirt, black with a little green alien riding in a UFO withthe words I BELIEVE written in bold, friendly letters.On top of that was a nebula print suspender skirt, the strapsdecorated with badges of UFOs and rocket ships. You were wearing oddsocks, one navy and sprinkled with glittery stars and one a plainwhite, both pulled up to just under your knees, and on your feet,your beloved holographic creepers.

With a gentle smile, Ignis got to his feet, placing a hand on thesmall of your back, pulling you closer. “You look exquisite,darling.” he whispered, softy brushing a stray lock of hair fromyour face. “My little space princess.”

Someexamples of Uchuu Kei.

Gladiolus – Oshare Kei:

Gladiolus has known you for a long time. He’s seen all of yourabrupt style changes, and they happened often.

When you two met, you were playing around with Gyaru. It was acomfortable style, but the fake tan was annoying, and the bleachedblonde and heavy makeup really did not suit you.

You very briefly tried a Classic Lolita style, but thatquickly evolved into a more Gothic Lolita style, which youfound far more suited to you. Far more stylish.

Moriwas one of Gladio’s personal favourite looks on you. Theloose, floaty dresses and thick woollen cardigans gave you adelicate, doll-like look, and the earthy tones made you appear like aforest sprite.

When you announced, out of the blue, that you wanted to try adifferent style, Gladio had to admit that he was sad to see yourforest girl look go.

He very quickly changed his mind when he saw your next style.

Thefirst thing he noticed was that you haddyed your hair again. Mostlyblack this time, with neon pink dip dye. The vest you had on was alsoblack, full of rips with more neon pink peeking through. Hecould see the slightest hint of black, Lycra shorts peering outbeneath your short, pink and black tartan skirt. Yourblack and pink striped socks were uneven, one just below your kneeand the other pushed down to mid-calf, both disappearing intobattered, black converse.

Youspun on the spot, your skirt flaring out and showing off how snuglythose shorts fit. “What do you think?” yourquestion ended in a nervous lilt to your voice as youendedyour twirl in a cute little curtsey.

Gladiolooked you up and down, a muted grinplaying on his lips. “I think,” he said, pulling himself up offof the sofa and approaching you. He held your wrist in his hand andtwirled you once more, leaving you giggling and almost falling intohim. “thatyou look amazing.”

He stepped back, admiring you all over again. “What’s it called,again?” he asked.

“OshareKei.” you answered. “It’s kinda like Visual Kei, but morecolourful.” You swayed alittle, glancing down at your outfit. “Well, more pink, on thisoccasion.” You chuckled nervously, suddenly becoming self-criticalof your chosen colour scheme. Was it too same-y?No, no, plenty of coords use a two-colour palette, you looked fine.Better than fine. You lookedamazing! Right?

Gladioraised an eyebrow at you. “Hey, I know that look.” He lifted youup by the waist and held you with one arm under your butt and theother supporting you back. Herested his forehead against yours and looked you in the eye. “Believeme, (Y/N). You look incredible.Better than… the girl fromthat… Visual band you like…”he trailed off, trying toremember the band, or the girl, or anything, really.

Youscrunched your nose a little. Well, that was vague,but you decided you’d take the compliment, anyway. You smiled,wrapping your arms around Gladio’s neck, swinging your legs gentlyat his sides. “Thanks, Gladio.” you muttered.

Ican see Gladio really being into the “soft punk” vibe Oshare Keigives.

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M A R Y A

W A R R I N G T O N

AGE [TWENTY SIX] ; ALLIANCE [CIVILIAN] ; BLOOD [PUREBLOOD] ; HOUSE [FORMER SLYTHERIN] ; STATUS [CLOSED]

THE SOLDIER; Marya grew up wanting whatever she didn’t have. She was hard to satisfy in every regard, early bored, impossibly flighty. The grass always seemed to be greener somewhere else and the moment she got her hands on something she’d wanted (for ages and ages and ages, by her own admission) she’d already tired of it. All through school she was this way– never staying in a club for long, never keeping a consistent course load of the same subjects. There was always something that needed to be changed, or could be improved, or should have been different to start with. Even her marriage to Tyler Warrington went this way. He’d been her betrothal of choice; she can still remember the day she pointed him out to her mother at a ball and left the rest of the arrangements to her parents to figure out. From afar, he’d been handsome and rich and talented and all the things a husband should be. Although she didn’t interact with him much directly, she played a heavy hand in planning their wedding– everything had to be ‘just so.’ She spent months and months getting every detail down until it was perfect. The day of the ceremony, she was both moody and deflated. Although everything had been done to her specifications, it just didn’t ‘feel’ perfect. But everything went off without a hitch, and soon she was living in a new house with her new husband and spent all her time peering over the fence to make sure the neighbors didn’t have something that she wanted more.

All of that changed when her son was born.

She and Tyler were in no rush to get pregnant after the wedding. All things considered, they’d created a powerful familiar alliance and merged two large fortunes, but she didn’t really know him at all. He had work and–although he didn’t tell her about it in any great detail–Death Eater matters to attend to. She had lunches with the girls, shopping trips abroad. There was a household to be run…or, at least, someone had to supervise the house elves while they ran things. After a couple years of marriage, Marya fell pregnant with her and Tyler’s son. He’s now 4 years old, and everything about him terrifies Marya– because finally, for the first time in her life, she has everything she ever wanted. She’s never been more content at home; she’s never been closer to Tyler; she’s never felt like she’s had such a solid direction in life. For the first time, she’s also aware of how dangerous Tyler’s involvement in the Death Eaters is; how many things could go wrong in trying to raise her son; the horror of the constant state of flux in the world.

The grass is finally greenest in Marya’s own backyard, and she has no idea how to keep it that way.

THE BLUEPRINTS;

Marya is constantly redecorating her home. She just hasn’t gotten ‘that feeling’ of nesting yet, and so there’s always at least one remodeling project going on. First it was the bathroom, then the guest bedrooms. The kitchen’s been done twice. The master bedroom is in a constant state of flux, and don’t even get her started on the backyard patio. Ironically, the one thing she hasn’t touched is her massive walk-in closet–– she adds to it constantly, but is happy with the way it’s built and organized.

Although it’s ‘expected’ for pureblood couples to want a male heir first, Marya really, genuinely did want a little boy. For someone so feminine herself, she couldn’t shake the notion that she wanted to spend her pregnancy buying tiny ties and dress shoes and trousers instead of frilly tutu dresses. Her mother says it was just her sixth sense kicking in, but Marya likes to think it was a way of willing the universe to give her what she wanted.

Marya doesn’t have a job at present, and she was never committed to getting one during school, either. She’s very outspoken and intelligent, but she’s a little naive about the way the world works due to all the years she’s been home and sheltered. She doesn’t know the extent to which Tyler keeps bad news away from her, and she’s not sure she wants to.

CONNECTIONS;

[Tyler Warrington] Husband. It was originally a marriage not unlike many pureblood marriages: mostly for power, partly for money and to secure a relationship between houses.  Now, however, they find themselves getting closer emotionally as both of them start to buckle under the fear of the growing uneasy climate around them.

[Cristina Malkin] A frequent patron of Madam Malkin’s, the two women have become decently close over the years - and both have a love for gossip, and therefore never any shortage of discussion topics.

[Bellatrix Black] Seeing each other over the years at various pureblood social events doesn’t necessarily mean these two have ever had much contact - but Marya has always found herself jealous of the simple fact that Bellatrix is the eldest Black daughter, an honor that Marya will never be able to have.

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