#they were soo dear and beloved to me

[micktop]

WHY R U? KOREA (2023)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jane Fonda (Barbarella, Sunday in New York, Barefoot in the Park)—Feminist icon, LGBTQ+ rights activist since the 70s, Civil Rights and Native American rights advocate, environmentalist… she really is THE woman ever

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Jane Fonda:

" I assume she's already been submitted but I gotta make sure. I think there's an element to movies like Barbarella or her segment of Spirit of the Dead of those having been directed by her husband, who famously made movies about her being hot, and the incredible costume design also helped, but good lord. Look at her"

"She was so pretty, dear lord! She was and still us stunning. She’s great at comedy and drama."

"Shes so hot im so gay for me i will let her hit me with hers car"

"Gorgeous and also still getting arrested at climate protests, which is sexy behavior"

"Watching her in Barefoot in the Park seriously made me, a straight woman, question things"

"PLEASE I LOVE HER SO MUCH"

"Her vibes in these movies are so interesting because she, the daughter of an Old Hollywood star, went on to make both poignant dramatic movies and the some of the silliest things you've ever seen but even in the silly space adventures and sexploitations there's always this undeniable gravitas to her. It's like she's able not to take herself very seriously but at the same time never stops having this grace and elegance and makes it all work together. And she's always been very politically active which is also sexy. Her famous mugshot is from 1970 so right at the cutoff mark but come on"

Rita Hayworth:

Do you need any other propaganda? Here’s the video.

She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

HELP

She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

[amourluvie]

"his bioluminescent scales" rafayel x reader ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

summary - rafayel exposed the real him to you,exposing how beautiful he can be. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

rafayel was never brave enough to show his true form,the real him to anyone , no matter how much he trusted them,well that was until he met you,you had this effect on him that nobody else had. to him, u were the only person that understood him and loved him no matter what,so one day he decided to show and exposed himself as not a human, but a lemurian,a merman of some sorts.

now that you are admiring the bioluminescent scales on his sculpted body,taken aback on how could someone be this beautiful and dreamy,god he was unreal. And hes just laying down , still not facing you because he was feeling embarrassed and flustered, rosy blush painted his cheeks. you were giggling and teasing him over his reaction, "rafayel are you still not gonna face me and stop being such a coward?" You teased with a hint of playfulness."s-stop calling me a coward!" He yelled,clearly being annoyed and feeling vulnerable by you teasing him for how hes acting right now.

you didn't reply back but instead caressed his scales,letting ur fingertips brush them gently , "wha-ugh!" Rafayel yelped as he got taken back by the sudden feeling of your touch against his delicate scales, "shy now we see." You said mischievously, teasing him even more after his reaction, he was pissed even more now. But he can't lie he loved your teasing deep down, he turned around,finally facing you and admitting his defeat due to your continuous teasing,

"happy now?" He said with a adorable pout. "Awww look at you being all pouty ! It makes you look even cute and beautiful." You said happily,booping his nose. "Beautiful...? Me?.. beautiful..?even in this form?.." he questioned, his amethyst eyes shimmering like the stars hidden in the purple galaxy,full of love and curiousity. "Yes! If I be more specific,you look absolutely ethereal,my beloved."

rafayel was shocked by your words,nobody has ever called him beautiful when they saw the real form of him,calling him a monster. And there's you,the literal love of his life, calling him ethereal. He blinked few times,not believing this is real at all and hes daydreaming. "What...?" He was so suprised that its honestly cute "i said you are ethereal! the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on, not even the most greatest writers,poet and artists could never write or draw someone as beautiful and sweet as you , my dear rafayel." You said with a soft smile,rafayel was at a lost for words,the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach was insane,his heart skipped a beat nearly at your poetic words,his eyes shined even more , with full of love and affection,he truly was the luckiest man in the entire universe as he embraced you in a warm and tight hug,him shoving his face in your neck. he almost cried due to how happy he was- and how happy he had met you,his one and only. "I love you...soo much.." his voice deep and soft. "I love you even more." As you hugged him back,burying your face in his chest, "so it's a challenge hm?" He chuckled, "well it's impossible dear, I love you even more than the vastness of the ocean itself."

[vampireimiko]

Embrace of The Evening

warnings, none !! just sweet fluff teehee

note, OKAY SOO this was requested, but I COMBINED two different ones cause they seemed so similar to me 🫶🏾 (and speaking of requests, mine are open🙈)

In the cozy shared space with Neuvillette, you were busy spreading garlic butter on sliced bread to accompany the soup you had prepared. Mid-task, you felt a pair of hands sneakily wrap around your waist, gently trapping you between the counter and their warm embrace. As a delightful shiver ran down your spine, you recognized the familiar voice of the culprit.

"Hello, beloved," Neuvillette whispered into your ear, planting tender kisses along the curve of your neck. Unable to contain your giggles, you surrendered to his affectionate touch, your neck proving to be a particularly sensitive spot. Every time Neuvillette came home, his first instinct was always to come find you, his lovely wife, and love all on her.

"Why hello there," You playfully responded, feeling his presence and attention heightening your senses. "I'm just putting the finishing touches on dinner."

As Neuvillette continued to lavish your neck with affectionate kisses, a contented sigh escaped your lips. The tantalizing scent of the garlic butter mixed with the aromatic notes of the simmering soup created an ambiance of warmth and intimacy. His hands, now tracing gentle circles on your waist, conveyed a sense of familiarity and love that made your heart flutter.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you turned slightly within his embrace, allowing your fingers to dance along the edge of his collar. "You know," you teased, a mischievous grin forming, "I might need a little assistance here. Could you pass me that bowl of grated Parmesan, darling?" Your request was accompanied by a soft chuckle, a playful reminder that even in these stolen moments, there were still tasks to complete.

Neuvillette obliged with a warm smile, retrieving the bowl and placing it within your reach. "Of course, my dear," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playful obedience. You couldn't help but admire the way his eyes sparkled with a mixture of affection and adoration.

As you carefully sprinkled the Parmesan over the soup, you stole a brief moment to steal a quick kiss from Neuvillette. The taste of garlic butter lingered on both your lips, a delightful reminder of the shared moments you cherished. "There we go," you declared, surveying your culinary creation with satisfaction. "Dinner is ready to be enjoyed."

Neuvillette's fingers entwined with yours, his touch a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotions that his presence always brought. "Shall we dine, my love?" he suggested, his voice a soft melody that resonated deep within you.

With a nod and a warm smile, you both moved towards the dining table, hand in hand, ready to savor not only the delicious meal but also the tender moments that made your shared space truly special.

"How was work today?" you asked, your tone filled with genuine concern as you picked up your spoon and blew on it, cooling down the soup. You were well aware that Neuvillette's role as Chief Justice often brought along exhausting and demanding days. The weariness etched on his face told you that today had likely been one of those particularly taxing days.

Neuvillette settled into his seat across from you, his expression softening as he met your gaze. He let out a sigh, a mixture of fatigue and relief evident in his eyes. "It was quite the day," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of his responsibilities. "We had a particularly challenging case that required hours of deliberation, and the decisions we make in the courtroom weigh heavily on my mind."

You offered a sympathetic smile, empathizing with the weight he carried. "I can only imagine how demanding it must be," you replied, your voice soothing. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, always. Whether you need a listening ear, a warm meal, or just a moment of respite."

Neuvillette's gratitude was palpable as he reached out and gently squeezed your hand. "Thank you, my love," he said softly. "Your unwavering support means the world to me. It's moments like these, shared with you, that give me the strength to carry on."

As you both began to enjoy the comforting warmth of the soup, the atmosphere shifted from the busyness of the day to the serenity of the present moment. The clinking of utensils against the bowls created a soothing rhythm, punctuated by the occasional exchange of glances that spoke volumes without the need for words.

"I'm truly lucky to have you by my side," Neuvillette murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "Your presence is a balm for my weary soul."

A tender smile graced your lips as you replied, "And I'm lucky to share my life with you. We'll weather these storms together, and brighter days will come."

With a shared understanding and a reaffirming touch, you continued your meal, each bite a testament to the unwavering bond that anchored you both amidst the challenges of life. In your shared space, surrounded by love and support, you found solace and strength, ready to face whatever tomorrow may bring.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘 !! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[the-oblivious-writer]

Carpenter Sisters Headcanons

Sam Carpenter & Tara Carpenter

Notes: Just some headcanons of my favorite sisters (aka my beloveds). Wanted to give you something since I've been pretty inactive this month partly due to the Christmas special I'm planning (which is coming soon) I also just love Sam & Tara sm, they will forever live on no matter what

Sam Carpenter

We should all already know this but, Sam is all the above when it comes to Tara. Big sister? Check. Dad? Check. Mom? Check, check, check

Makes Tara carry around a bunch of self-defense weapons like a taser, pepper spray etc

Texts like an old man. She doesn't know a whole bunch of "text lingo" so Tara uses that to her advantage. She'd text you "Kys" thinking it meant "keep yourself safe" because that's what Tara told her. She definitely uses these emojis: 😂 🙂

Is completely lost when it comes to "slang terms" and abbreviations. Tara: "You ate that Sam." Sam: "Ate what? I'm not even eating." Tara's laughed/made fun of her for it while Sam remains confused

Hates being called Samantha. It reminds her of how her mother would scold and ridicule her. When Tara started calling her Sammy, she couldn't be any happier with the given nickname

Never got Tara's love for Horror growing up, but tried to understand for her. In her opinion, it's illogical how most of the characters act, but Tara likes it so she doesn't mind giving it another try

Definitely introverted. She's more outgoing with people she's comfortable with; Tara, Mindy, Chad. Growing up, she never socialized a lot

Will always set everybody else's plate before her own

The Core Four have game nights and it can get... intense. Let's just say on multiple occasions (whether that was Tara buying her out during monopoly or Chad and Mindy giving her yet another +4 in Uno) she has been extremely close to flipping the table

Could laugh to the point where she's gasping for air, I can imagine her and the Core Four just wheezing over the dumbest things

Definitely had "the world doesn't understand me so I cope by blasting music very loudly in my room, not gaf who I piss off" phase. One of the songs she would blast was Creep by Radiohead (canon event. I can't interfere.)

Tara Carpenter

Could sleep anywhere, and always sleeping any chance she gets. I'd say she's a night person, and hates being woken up so early in the morning. And I can imagine she's a sleep talker too

Growing up she had a favorite stuffed animal she carried around everywhere with her and refused to sleep without it

She was a thumbsucker growing up, which she was teased for

Never learned how to ride a bike

She's always hated needles. Whenever she was forced to get a shot when she was younger, she refused to take it without Sam being in the room with her. Sam would let Tara squeeze her hand as tightly as she needed to

Cannot drive for shit. I just know this woman is a bad driver, Sam and the others just hold on to dear life and cross their fingers when Tara gets into the driver's seat

Her car is a complete mess, like you'll just find the randomist stuff in there. There's probably no limit to what you could find if you just try hard enough

She wakes up in the weirdest positions and thinks, "How tf did this even happen-"

Bullies kids on roblox (I don't make the rules)

If someone messes with Sam, they better count their days

She can get soo competitive. If she's winning, you'll know. Can get cocky when celebrating, chanting and everything

Her, Chad, and Mindy would put together one of those "performances" when they were little in order to convince Sam to let them stay up late or have a sleep over. Sam said yes every time

Tara's a shark defender. She believes they're extremely misunderstood creatures

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A/N: I need a Sam & Tara for Christmas

[vxlentinescookies]

hello hihi hru r u good?? I loved the Ananas fic u write incredible in my opinion -,w,-

Soo I was reading some fics the other day and I noticed that Millennial tree needs some more love tbh, so could you make a one shot of Millennial tree x GN Dragon Reader? I think it’s pretty interesting the dynamic (*'▽'*)

→ ❛To Be Loved❜

→ Pairing ; Millenial Tree Cookie x Dragon!Reader → Quote ; ❛❛I’ll become your protector, your guardian, and I’ll leave behind all of my treasures to have the greatest one of them all—You.❜❜ → Genre ; Drama , angst , romance → A/N ; Here you go! For a better experience listen this song > To Be Loved by Askjell ft AURORA while reading! (cw for mentions of wounds)

Everybody knew the legend of the millenary tree, and the gentle being that embodied it. Full of knowledge and love, this beloved tree was once cursed by an evil being, but thanks to the efforts of others, it managed to awaken and bloom yet again, in an array of beautiful colors and comforting scents that brought anyone close to the millennial tree to their knees in admiration and mercy. Anyone, but you.

You were different, you were a dragon, a being of destruction, a greedy entity, possessive and obsessive, you took what you thought was yours, and you took it with pride. So to see that you found the tree in the forest a beautiful possession, you didnt take long to start courting him, whom the tree embodied.

“Im afraid that I must refuse your offer” The tree would speak gently, butterflies settling on his horns as he’d gaze at your form. “I barely know you, how are you so sure you love me as you say you do?”

“Because you’re magnificent and precious, and all precious treasures belong to me” Would you answer, holding your hand out. 

“What a greedy dragon” He’d muse with a low chuckle, his voice low and silky, shining like the finest of golds. “Perhaps if we chat more, I’ll fall for you, but until then, I must go…”

“Where?”

“Perhaps you’ll know at a later date” He’d chuckle once more, and then disappear within the forest.

This would continue for various days, various days where they’d both speak for a few moments before Millenial tree Cookie disappeared within the forest. Until, one day, the dragon would grow tired, of waiting and waiting, and finally chose to do what the cookie had asked them. 

“Wait, will… will you stay for a bit to speak? even if just a little bit?” The dragon would ask, and the tree would smile, turning to look at them with a gentle gaze.

“Of course, I thought you’d never ask”

From then on, the dragon and the millennial tree would speak, over and over again. They’d chat about the sky, the trees, the leaves and the cookies that wandered the earth. They spoke about the good in the world, the evil in the world, and they spoke about the things none of them would tell to no one. The dragon would become bare to the tree, sinking  in their gentleness, and the tree, knowledgeable as it was, would allow them to sink into their warmth. But love, love was a too strong of a word.

And so we reach of this day, where the dragon had yet again reached the tree to speak, only to find the cookie hadnt arrived yet, causing them fear and discomfort. Had they grown tired? Had they grown bored? Had all of these months been nothing but a facade? The dragon that new of no true love would feel their heart break slowly, bitterness growing into their mind, before a voice would call out to them, a gentle warm voice.

“(y/n) dragon cookie” Would he say, smiling softly as he walked towards the dragon, “I apologize for my late arrival, how are you faring?”

“Millennial Tree cookie…” The dragon would turn to greet them, their gaze blending together as the dragon would sigh, solemnly looking away. “Its alright, lets just talk like we always do.”

“Are you sure? I sense something is troubling you, my dear” He’d speak, gently as ever as they’d turn to face him. “You can trust me”

“Always so gentle…” They’d mumble, before speaking fully. “You and me, what are we?”

“Huh? Well, we’re friends, arent we?”

Confused about their emotions, they’d feel an arrow pass through their chest, a metaphor that only those who know of love and have lost it know of, but for them, it was a foreign feeling. For the dragon that in a few months had learned to admire and truly love the tree. Yet they didnt know that, still oblivious to such reality. They’d grasp their chest as if wounded, and the tree would only frown, knowing that reaction far too well. Where the other was knowledgeable on the art of war and courtship from those they lived with, the cookie would know too well of the hardships of love and rejection. And so, he’d offer a hand, but the dragon would deny it, turning away from it as quickly as he offered it.

“My dear friend—”

“Stop” They’d spit out, still holding their chest as these emotions overpowered the dragon. “Your words hurt, and I dont know why…”

“Im sorry, but please, allow me to help—”

“I told you to stop!!” They’d spit out with rage, turning to see him with a fire that could burn the entire forest down “... I must go, goodbye, Millennial Tree Cookie”

And so, the hurt dragon would take flight in the air, fully knowing that if they didnt they’d do something stupid, and so, they’d run, tears welling in their eyes as they tried looking away from the forest that they grew to admire and love. The tree however would look at them fly away, knowing of the pain that hurt them, but love was a delicate thing, it wasnt something you force nor something that grows so quickly, at least to him, love was a slow fire that should burn for long before it extinguishes into the loveliest of smokes, allowing flowers to blossom. So, for now, Millennial tree cookie would hide into the forest, yet to be heard from.

The dragon would hide too, hide in their cavern, falling from the sky like a wounded bird as they cried. This unknown pain that consumed them was something that didnt bid to what dragons should be, to what their prideful nature bids, but even then they’d allow them to fold and cower, all for a cookie. If the others saw them, they’d probably think less of them, they’d mock them, they’d laugh and call them weak, and said pain sublimated into anger, an anger that burnt deep within their throat. 

And suddenly, all of the gold they had amassed meant nothing, all of the treasures they had amassed meant nothing, and even in their rage, their heart felt heavy, and their longing rooted deep into their veins. And even in their rage, they couldnt bring themselves to destroy or hurt anything in their path, instead simply choosing to fall into a deep slumber, hoping that tomorrow would grow kinder on their beating heart.

Meanwhile the tree would think, he’d think for long moments, but they knew there was so much they could do. Oh, to be loved, a wonderful thing, even if for others it hurt. Days would pass, and winter would come, covering the forest in a beautiful wonderland of ice and snow. The tree would hide inside the bark of a tree, before a voice could be heard, a voice far too familiar.

“M-Millenial tree cookie” The dragon would speak, clear as day, yet with pangs of pain and hurt. “My tree, where are you within this snow?”

“(Y/N) Dragon Cookie!” Millennial Tree Cookie would speak as he’d leave the bark, a gasp leaving his lips as he’d gazed upon the state of the cookie.

Wounds lithered the body of the dragon, actual arrows piercing their body as the tree would rush to their side, worry filling their face as they’d contemplate what to do, holding the hand of the dragon in their as they’d attempt to make reason of what happened, of what went down in the land of dragons for such fate to overcome his friend.

“Oh my dear, what happened?” Millennial tree would exclaim, holding their hand close to his face, causing the dragon to wince, but smile.

“A fight has sprouted in the land of dragons” They’d speak. “Longan-Dragon Cookie wants to-Bring the past forward…”

“What?”

“You heard me, my tree… As I opposed it, I was caught in the warfare… I only wished to see your face one final time.” They’d smile, and the tree would frown before sighing.

“You wont crumble so quickly, my dear friend…” He’d speak, softly as ever. “Rest for now, I shall see you recover as winter takes its toll on the land, allow me to become your healer.”

And so, the dragon would fall into a deep slumber in the arms of the Millenary Tree, who’d take them under his wing to recover. And the days would pass by, and days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, they’d speak once again, like old friends who had reunited once again, and for once, would the dragon speak of their feelings to someone, would they bare themselves fully to the tree, and he’d listen like always, holding their hand, holding them close.

“That, my friend, is love” He’d speak gently. “Its a wonderful thing, something that moves lands, moves seas, moves even the strongest of winds.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” They croaked, laying in his lap. He’d only chuckle, and smile at them.

“Because like all emotions, it can also hurt, it can also do bad, for love, many have done the wildest of things…”

Silence would overcome them, in the middle of the start of spring, as the dragon would gaze upon them, and then ask.

“Will you ever love me back?”

“...” The tree would stay quiet, a calm smile in their lips, and they’d sigh before answering. “Perhaps, only the future can tell, my darling.”

“And yet, you call me in such loving ways” They’d protest, but the tree would simply laugh it off, and the dragon would pout.

This would continue until the dragon was finally better off, having healed under the watchful gaze of their friend, but before they’d leave, they’d return to the tree, who with a watchful eye had been gazing at them as they prepared for flight. All good things had to end someday, after all, even if some things had changed. 

“My tree…” The dragon would speak, lowering to one knee as they spoke with a sweetness and a tenderness that no dragon had known before, that the tree hadnt heard of before. “Even if Im aware of what your answer may be, please, just once, allow me to have you as my mate, allow me to be yours, allow me to be by your side from now on till the end of this earth… I’ll become your protector, your guardian, and I’ll leave behind all of my treasures to have the greatest one of them all—You”

“My dearest…” The tree was speechless, allowing the dragon to take his hand and kiss it like a knight would. “... All this time, you’ve been yearning for my love, for my affection, like a flame that cant be blown out… And even if I say refuse yet again—”

“Even then!” The dragon would stop them “Please, allow me to be here for you, to stay and protect you! I have no home in the land of dragons anymore, so please, allow me one second chance at life by your side”

And after years, the devotion of the dragon finally found the heart of the tree, whose cheeks blushed and whose eyes widened in surprise, before smiling, and lowering himself in one knee as well, holding their face in his hands.

“My dearest dragon…” They’d speak, their gentleness interchanged with love and affection. “I accept your proposal… Allow me to become yours, then, and allow us to unite in love… Allow me to be your mate”

And with a kiss, they’d seal the deal, the dragon becoming one with the trees, and the tree welcoming them in the life that surrounded him, and now, them. As so, legend says that nowadays, deep within the forest, you could find a dragon lingering in the roads and nooks of it, usually staying near the millennial tree, they’d wear with pride the crest of leaves and bark they had been gifted. All for their lover, all, for Millenial Tree Cookie.

[aphroditesmoon]

hello love! they say you need some jace reqs soo i wanted to try. if you don't mind ofc. jace, being a lovesick puppy he is, is absolutely whipped by his betrothed. but one day he's just too tired/annoyed/riled up so when she does something stupid to make him smile he loses it. a stupid childish fight. yet he says smth harsh/rise his voice too much and as a result he has to witness her crying. his beloved. crying. because of him. cliche hurt/comfort but who doesn't need this boy to comfort them? sorry if you doesn't like it. thank u, though. your works are still fascinating!

andromeda

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: angst w fluff ending

a/n: I'm sorry this tookm me so long my dear! and thank you for your kind kind words (⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

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Andromeda's was his favorite type of flowers. A type of bog rosemaries. You remember how proud he was to show off his intellectual knowledge of flowers once he found out how keen were of plants and flowers.

The Red Keep's garden was barely a grand view, but he notices how you cherish them anyways.

You loved how much he loved to learn about you, about your interests and your views.

You'd imagine being betrothed without familiarity would make him distant, but he was more kinder and full of care than you could ever ask of.

You also loved how he loved you.

His beautiful rose, how he'd prick his whole body if it'd meant he'd get to hold you.

Though some days, it didn't feel like he would.

Not when he's not even listening to you talking or walking away when you've barely got a hold of him.

You feel your heart shrink at the subtle yet obvious pull of attention from his side.

This is it. You thought. His affections for me are being withdrawn as it always does with everyone else.

You'd thought it'd be different with him, but it seemed only silent trees wouldn't push you away of company.

His mood was solemn with everyone, you shrugged of your insecurities and wonder if you're overacting.

"My love, you haven't touched your meal at all." You remarked, watching him pick on his food and drown himself in his 5th glass of wine that night.

Abruptly, he stands up, glancing at you for a second before his eyes turn to the hallway.

"I shall leave to bed, I feel my appetite have lost." He answers shortly.

Immediately you stand and rush over him, your usual smile graced your face with a sprinkle of excitement.

"I'll accompany you!" You exclaimed, linking your hands with his.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his tiredness with a barely spread smile at you as you finally reach your chambers.

The smile drops as fast as it comes as his hand leaves yours.

"Thank you for your company, I-" His words halted as the door of his chambers open.

His eyes squinted before it widened.

"Who- You did this?" His voice turns accusatory as he turns to you.

You maintained your smile and nodded. "Don't you like it? They're your favourite." You noted at the Andromeda's spread on his bed and placed on his bedside lamp.

He rushes inside and pushes the flowers off his bed as you walk behind him.

"Don't push it like that!" Your voice grew louder as panic laces it.

His eyes glares into yours as he faces you and pulls you out his room with a grab of your wrist.

"Don't pull this kind of shit again, I don't have time for your nonsense, [name]." He grits out as his grip losens.

You shake your head and feel your eyes burn. "I only wanted to make you happy, I- I wanted to do something for you, do you not loved them-" your voice cracks and you feel your eyes wells up.

His eyes widen again in rage. "Happy? I'm happy when I'm being left alone. I'm tired and now I have this pile of shit to clean." He snapped and slams the door on your face before you could get a word out.

Your held breath releases as tears fall down your cheeks.

You had no idea how many lurking servants had heard his outburst, and you did want to know.

You hold in your breath and your sobs as your feet drags you to your own chamber, head hung low, not daring to look up.

It was almost like you couldn't do a single thing right, just as your father had always told you, just as the whispers of the court ladies have always reminded you, it seemed that embarrassing yourself is only becoming more of you, if only you had kept to yourself.

°°°

The next two days, you had not seen your betrothed anywhere, not that you made any effort to search for him. You surrounded yourself with books in the library, and took your meals alone in your room.

You owed him peace, and that was what you'd gave him.

His peace however, was cut short when he finds you in the corner of a bookshelf, sitting cross legged, head in a book.

"I thought I'd found you here." His voice woke you from your reading trance.

You find yourself silent as he takes you in.

His smile sheepish as his eyes bird guilt.

"I- I have not seen you, for a few days." He started.

You voice still struggles to speak, so you nod as an encouragement for him to continue, your eyes looking away from his.

He stops himself at first, kneeling down and sitting next to you.

His shoulder bumping into yours when he moves to look at you. Too close for your own comfort, his anger towards you still a lingering fresh memory.

His eyes moves from your face to the book you're reading.

"Old valyria history, you could've just asked me to tell you about it if you're ever curious." He says.

You couldn't help the snort that left you.

"So you could scream at me again?" You'd words beat you to the chase of your patience.

His flinches as if you've slapped him and his gaze turns pained.

"I hadn't meant it." He whispers lowly.

"And yet you haven't apologized either." You snapped.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will beg for it still." He starts.

Whatever remark you've prepared, died on your throat as his hands clasps yours, raising it to his lips, kissing it before splaying it on his chest.

"I've been the biggest idiot the world's ever known." You huffed, a smile threatening to break free.

"I wish I could take it all back, and I wish you had known I picked up every petal I pushed off my bed to keep safe in a vase, near me when I sleep. I didn't know why I blew up on you, but you were never the cause of my anger, and you should not have to deal with my wrath, my immature, stupid wrath."

His voice turns somber.

"Will you forgive me, my sweet love.* He attempts, eyes begging at you with so much sincerity you could not do anything but nod.

"I'm sorry too, I only wanted-" He interjects before you could finish, shaking his head.

"Never apologize, not to me, not to anyone. You're actions were as pure as your heart, It's I that should be groveling at your feet, and yet you spare me the misery."

You sniffed away tears and laugh shortly at his antiques.

"You're so dramatic Jace, I forgive you my prince, I always will." A smile finally appears on him as his hand moves to remove a strand of your hair away from your face.

He leans forward and bumps his nose on yours. "Does this mean you'll finally grace me with a kiss my lovely?" He teases, voice still quavering.

You giggle and answer him with your lips indulging his. His warms tongue not hesitating to slip in yours as his hands pulls you up into his lap.

He groans as your fingers laced his hair and pulls it as he sucks on your bottom lip.

"My pretty flower, what have I ever done to deserve such a gift as you." He mumbles against your throat as his lips moves down you neck, kissing and biting.

You grin at his words and close your eyes, relaxing in his touch.

"Do not fret, know that all is forgiven, you have of as much power over me as I do to you." You replied before laying your head on his chest, his arms fast around you.

[valentine-cafe]

Can I have milk tarts and mango pudding please? (Vampire au) A low-ranked halfblood(gn!reader) dancing with Alessio however it's not so heartwarming. For you see the cruel prince thought to have his precious knight dance with someone he(Alessio) dears so secretly but too afraid to admit those feelings, to truly have the reader close emotionally and intimately. Being the kind prince he is, Talisen decides to grant his knight a dance of a lifetime. Oh no, the low-blood has no regal dancing skills and are performing a waltz in front of the ENTIRE vampire nobility looking like a clutz? What a shame they must be soo embarrassed they probably want to die a second time on the spot. Maybe the knight shouldn't have lied to the prince's face, maybe the poor knight could have saved his secret paramour (the delulu of this man) from the humiliation and cruel whispers from other nobles. He could stop, stop this twisted dance. But the look the prince gave him told him, warned him: "You stop, they'll suffer." So the dance continues, the knight pushing forward unable to wipe his darlings' tears as the prince smiles with glee. (I wanted to see the cruelty and obsession Talisen has towards Alessio and I thought punishing him for "cheating" was a fun thing to explore🤣 Poor reader, has no idea Alessio has a crush on them 😭 they just thought he was a half-blood helping them adapt to vampire life not a well-respected KNIGHT)

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“it is alright. keep your eyes on me.”

you wish not for him to see your tears. but how more embarrassed could you possibly be? it is a lesser sentence than the judging gazes of those around. on your attire. on your shoes. the way that they misstep and fumble. how your hands clumsily clasp and grip to the fabric of the knight’s clothes.

what an eyesore. a low-blood dancing with a knight. how befitting. two servants trailing along in unceremonious fashion. well at least the gala has some entertainment.

while you find the courage to look up at the one who holds you and tries his best to ease your predicament - you spot a haze of maroon. a smirk concealed by a glass chalice not too long after.

the prince was a cruel one. that you always knew. but you never could have anticipated such degrees of sadism when he urged you to dance with his beloved knight.

you had been told that you overstepped. and so to appease your ruler - you were to follow his command.

a dance. it did not seem like a punishment at first. to dance with the handsome knight who has made your stay at the kingdom of nocturne pleasant. until your mind caught up with the ramifications of this demand.

here you are now. humiliated and in tears. your heart in your hands and your soul sour at the thought that maybe — alessio had a say in this as well. you have heard of his sadism. while you never saw it. perhaps that is the reason you faced him with such smiles and affection.

the idea seems plausible. the want to humiliate a new vampire. to toy and twist at their self-esteem and very essence in a game you knew nothing of.

you wish to tell him to take his eyes off of you. the softness within them only appears mocking to you. you wish to run. to shove his hands off and flee the palace. flee the kingdom. to cry to yourself until you can no more and to find peace in the loneliness.

“I am sorry.” his voice quivers. you can hear no more. you refuse to.

“please. . . release me.” you quake in turn. fingers curling into the dark fabric of his poet shirt as a new round of tears cascades down your face as he so gently dips you. your feet stumble again. a round of strained laughter fills the room.

what a nightmare.

“release me.” you state firmer.

“I cannot.” he grunts.

from your sheer overwhelm. the ache in your heart and the sourness in your soul — you steer forth. your hands shove out and push him away. banking on his surprise, you watch as he stumbles in step and you flee off through the dancefloor. pushing past nobles and holding back your cries as you venture further into the palace.

where do you run? you are not sure. you do not care and you do not try to find reason. you run - and run - and run. until your lungs feel as though they bleed and your eyes burn ever more.

until a soft hand finds your wrist and your motions are halted with a small yank.

the eyes of the prince fill your vision and you quiver out a soft - “I-I am sorry - I am sorry for offending you. please let me go. please. I will do anything - anything by venture back - back there and face. . . face. . .”

tears stream down your face like waterfalls. his soft, pale hand dries them and takes your cheek into his palm. a cold thumb traces along your skin and his croon fills your ears.

“ssh. . . cry not, little dove. dry your tears.”

talisen muses. his voice lilted with a melody that both calms and frightens you all the same.

in the distance you hear your name. yet it sounds blurred. perhaps it is a fragment of your imagination.

“your apology is heard.” the vampire speaks. his face leans down towards yours and you feel your side gently grasped by his hand. “alas, I cannot accept it. you have offended me, after all. do you not know of repentance? it is a simple task that I had given you -”

“wh-what have I done my lord? please -” your choked sob is cut off by a gasp. your back collides with a wall and his tender hand is now calloused beneath your jaw. grip tight and eyes fierce.

you hear your name again. this time you recognise the voice - his voice - your beloved knight.

“my lord please!”

it cries. but your eyes remain on talisen. fearful. teary. as he clenches his hand tighter and grins despite the clear blaze written all over his gaze.

“what have you done? why, you have touched a prince’s property. that of which does not belong to you. you have stolen from me. and a thief’s hands are to be cut off - should they not?”

your slow-beating heart races. you cry out at the nails digging into your skin.

“you took what is mine. and so you shall pay.”

the sight of your knight is the last thing you remember seeing. his beg is the last you hear. everything else is a blur.

a bloody. blurred mess.

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[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 3 MAGIC vs. MEME

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for MAGIC:

MAGIC MY BELOVED MAGIC!!! Its one of the best MVs in the entire series, even including T2. Magic is visually stunning and has some fantastic art direction but also is very clever in how it conveys its themes and ideas. Magic doesn't really hide anything from you, not really. It's all symbolic but it Tells You Things. It shows you the abuse, it shows you the cat. There's a fun little relationship going on here where, In Magic. Amane's pain and suffering isn't taken seriously by the people around her and the Audience we are discouraged to take it at face value due to the fictionalized nature of Magic. It's so cool. I'm so fond of the song as well, it's one of the best in the series purely cause of the Layers in it. The implications of this Inability to be good is seeped into Magic. Amane knows this isn't reality, Magic knows it's a show, she watches it at the end. And it's so Sad to me that even in her fictionalized happy world she Cannot be a good girl. It's a standard completely out of reach for her and that idea is just conveyed so well visually.

Im not even talking about the goddamn cat yet- the cat symbolism goes Deep. That cat is HER it has the same wounds Amane has in Purge March. I- I cant talk about the intertextuality of Purge March and Magic here this is Magic propaganda only- I- there's so much good stuff to Magic. I Re watched it over and over again. It has some the Best Writing and Visual Communication in Milgram and I will Die on this Hill.

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shoutout to magic for having pretty props AND being vague as fuck about the crime! diversity win!

seriously though amane looks SO cute in it! the mv has such a pretty and colorful style and even with that it's able to show the horrors of what amane went through.

adding onto my last point. that scene where the cat is hyperventilating and you see the camera shaking???? that scene where the mascots find amane helping the cat and they're all standing over her? CHILLS. im repeating myself but the fact that they were able to portray the awful things amane went through in a genuinely emotional way while still keeping the cute cartoon look is soo impressive

there are SO many layers to itill the entire cartoony style making it look like a tv show… utilizing the cartoony effects and bright colors to show amane downplaying her own pain… the transformation after she gets punished barely changing anything to show just how manipulated she was from the start… ueueueue

ALSO ALSO ALSO THE SCENE AT THE END WITH AMANE STARING AT THE SCENE? OHHH ITS SO GOOD it adds such a feeling of dread and reminds you on top of this whole thing that all of this is truly horrifying! something is going on here!

this song is so catchy it gets stuck in my head CONSTANTLY

"Dear wise one, Am I worthy? Is it ok to spoil myself?" AMANE... UEUEUUEUE

the little ding sound effects in the instrumental?????

amanes voice is ADORABLE

THE INSTRUMENTAL IN THAT PART WHERE SHES HELPING THE CAT HAS THAT GODLY TYPE SOUND YOUD TYPICALLY ASSOCIATE WITH CHURCHES AND STUFF AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT PROPERLY BUT JUST RELISTEN TO IT AND YOU WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN. ITS SUCH A NEAT DETAIL

i could go on about this mv for days but i am not a theorist unfortunately. just. magic sweep

Propaganda for MEME:

"MeMe is fantastic because it plays off the audience’s assumptions about Mikoto as a character and tells a “double story”. There’s layers to it and it’s deliberately deceptive in the way it presents the events out of order. Even the instrumentals themselves tell a story. The shift from piano in the second chorus climax is so good - and the way they combine in the last chorus, plus the addition of a violin culminates the song perfectly."

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"For propaganda: I love meme so much because even the music alone tells as whole story. It goes from heavy metal to calm to heavy metal to calm and that happens a few times and then there’s an epic and creepy intermission with an amazing guitar and a scary of sound of Mikoto’s heavy breathing. And then the psychedelic music and BAM the final chorus. The final chorus of meme just gives me the absolute chills. Like it’s the calmer chorus we see earlier but with epic symphonic metal and an amazing build up and climax like it’s perfectly encapsulates a story through music alone I just love it so much. Also it’s literally called meme lmao."

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"I could go on about the motifs in MeMe - like identity loss, living and dying, dreaming etc. It's a song, more than with any other character, about the inner self and what hides from the surface. Of the fear that comes with one's identity and place in the world being challenged and crumbling. The intricate designs on the tarot cards have so much depth to them"

[lovememoreplease]

I missed you...

vil x male!reader

Part two

☆ sub reader, dom vil, male reader, mention of amab body parts on reader, pet names, creampie, fingering (if i forgot something im sorry)

an/ it was supossed to be longer...

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its been months since you and vil had time for each other. he was busy with his housewarden work and you were busy with work that crowley gave you.

the lack of time spended together and load of work on yours as well vil shoulder made both of you exhausted. you had enough of the distance. one day when it was little bit dark outside you decided to sneak in pomefiore dorm and maybe find your beloved vil. and you succed as first thing you saw when you walked inisde was vil. as your eyes meet he wasnt really happy. "really? sneaking into my dorm?" he asked with sigh as he walked up to you. "sorry, couldnt wait any longer" you replied pulling him into a tigh hug. "gosh… i missed you" you whispered pulling him even closer. vil just smiled softly and hugged you back "missed you too, dear". "youre free now?" you asked with hope that he will say yes. vil stayed quiet for some moment thinkin about answer but eventually agreed "i do have some times, yes" you smiled and pulled him in a kiss whitch he pulled away from "y/n, not in public. i cant let other students just see us kissing in the hallway. you will ruin my make up!" vil said creally not happy with the kiss and possibility of ruining his make up on the eyes of many other students that can pass by. "then can we go to your room?" you asked with sigh. "its late anyway and you would remove it soon anyway" you added. "what i have with you…" he sighed in disaproval but agreed "fine, but please dont stay too long… i dont want my skincare routin to delay." he spoke taking your hand in his and tucking you in his room closing the doors after both of you walked inisde. as fast as the doors closed you pressed vil to the doors of his room and kissed him passionately pressing him more and more into wood of his doors. his hands wrapping around your neck pulling you closer. when both of you are now in private… he can let his makeup get destroyed little bit…

hi leg moved up hooking up on your hip as your hand went down to hold his leg under his keen and lean more into him. "gosh i missed you soo much, my prince" you spoke kissing his neck nibbling on it. "i missed you too, potato" you chuckle "is there really a need to use this nickname in such romantic moment?" you comment while continuing to nibble on vil neck leaving soft bite marks that will soon fade. "oh? you dont like it, dearst?" he asked teasing. "better" you hum and pick him up. he wrapped his legs around your hips. "vil…. gosh i missed you baby" you mumbled kissing his lips squeezing soft moan out of your boyfriend. "I-I missed you, too, darling… It feels like it's been way too long since we've been able to truly be with each other. I'm sorry I've been absent so often…" he replied searching your lips with his own until he found them and pressed them together in another heated kiss.

your bodies pressed against each other as you move both of you to vil bed and lay him on it getting on top of your boyfriend. "its fine…" you reply and start to slowly take off his uniform as he starts to take off yours as well. "i love you, y/n" he said kissing your lips and then your jaw trailing down to your neck and staying here leaving wet kisses. you let out a small moan and chuckle brushing your hand in his hair "i love you so much, vil" you repeat. the amout of love and longing form him in your body makes you crave him more and more.

"You don't have to say it over and over again. I already know, sugar~ I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in the way you press close to me…" Vil's fingers continue to gently caress the exposed areas of your body. "I love you too, y/n, with every beat of my heart~ Let's have what we truly want." he chuckle pulling you closer and kissing you once again. his tongue moving into your mouth playing with yours as he moan softly from time to time. your bodies pressed even closer together at the lust and need in both of you get bigger and bigger with every passionate second that is passing.

after long make out session vil push you gently away only to sit on top of your hips rolling his own. "god… what was the last time i you inisde?" he asked reaching out to his night stand taking out a bottle of cherry scented lube and let some of the cold liquid fall on your hard cock. you hiss at the cold feeling but it quickly dissapers because of vil warm hand stroking you to cover the whole thing up in lube. "hmmm, im quiet impatient, baby" vil sigh leaving alone your dick to streach his hole out to get ready to take you inside. soon you can feel your lovers body slowly sinking down on your hard on. you let out a whiny moan as he soon bottomed out. your hands resting on his hips as he slowly starts to roll his hips getting used to the fullnes and in no time start to bounc up and down. "o-oh god, it feels sooo geat" he moan moving his fingers to his hardened nipples and play with the sending even more simulation through his own body making him let out another and another sounds.

"i missed you so much love, so so so much ♥" he slurred out as his hips move up and down over and over again. "mmm~ you feel soo good" he smirk letting go of his nipple so jerk himself off "im close" you whmper out as knot in your stomatch starts to tighten. "me too" he reply clenching his hole around you bringing you even closer soon cumming inisde him. "o-oh god" he whimper shooting his own realise on your abdomen and little bit on the chest. he ride out your and his own orgasm and stop panting. "i needed it" he pant out trying to catch his breath "me too…" you reply pulling him into a hug kissing his cheek.

[eldiabo]

WELCOME GRAVITY FALLS

Hello my dears, I'm going to show you a really crazy idea that I had of joining two of my hyperfocuses into a maybe meaningless au? What matters, I think, is the fun she brought to think about what the characters would be like lmao

Well, it starts here and shows the neighborhood in a small town called Gravity Falls, where our dear Frank Pines was forced to go on vacation to be closer to his great-aunt Poppy Pines! well at this time as Frank would be when he was 12 to 13 years old, he goes through a certain journey about what he is, how he feels so different and confused in his thoughts of what he is, what he should be and why he feels this way ...but I would be scared and I would focus on your beloved insect books, even put up posters for the cabin in the misteiro and find a book with a hand (or feathers) with 6 fingers... and you know what that leads to, don't you?

here we have an idea of which characters they would be in the au

Frank as Dipper (because they have the same personality)

Poppy as Stanley (why?? firstly I would like to see more of Poppy in a more prominent au)

Wally as Gideon (because they have the same hair style...that's it)

sally as pacifica (because they are "two perfect stars")

"but what about mabel??" Now it's obviously Julie! The two have so much in common, but she wouldn't be Frank's sister, she would be "Wendy's" sister (Jonesy) in the au, she goes to the cabin in mystery since her other sisters, Bea(susan in the au) and Franny(also in the au ) they're busy working and like the last time they left Julie alone it wasn't so safe, everyone takes Julie for a day at work, usually Jonesy takes her because Poppy gets along really well with Julie

(they were the first with designs lmao)

"and hodwy?? wouldn't he be great as stanley??" Yes! I agree with that but...you will understand why I wanted Poppy.

the stanford would be big bird! (but known as Garibaldo here in Brazil and I wish he was called that in because he has a funnier name) because he and Poppy are the same! they are separated twins lmao

Soos is obviously Barbany because they liked to be funny and great friends all the time (Eddie and other characters I'm still thinking about who they would be...I'm not sure but I'll show you when I'm ok??)

and home as bill cipher! (obvious why, right?)

I'm going to bring more things about the au but I need time to draw and make things pretty but until then you can send me some questions or even ideas for me to do or reply! But thank you very much for reading 💞 (and sorry for the English mistakes, I don't know much English...)

[sweetshire]

HI FRIEND (even though this is text I am waving so fast at you)

I hope you’re doing well! A couple questions but also please take this as a chance to talk about what you think is cool. Ok two questions: who is your fav lotr character?? If that’s too hard, maybe top 5? I am such a Sam fan, I love that silly little guy. I also love pippin. And I also love merry. And I also love Frodo. Can you tell I like hobbits.

Ok question 2: do you have a favorite sherlock holmes story? And do you have a favorite adaptation?

Secret third question: do you have a hobby that is not your favorite but that you do enjoy doing? Like if it’s on your list, one that’s solidly in the middle?

Ok that’s it!!! Thank you for being in my notifs, it always fills me with joy to see you there hehe <3

*waves back* HEYYY FRIEND AM I GLAD TO SEE YOUUU!! i was thinking about just yesterday bc GUESS WHO FINISHED READING E.W’S encyclopaedia of faeries? me! i did! this was goood. sweet and wholesome and utterly charming <3 and exactly the kind of book i needed to read atp, given that the next few books on my tbr are mostly classics or hard-hitters. u were so right they ARE giving howl & sophie!! these delightful fuckers- they have me squealing & smiling all day 🥺🥰

1. u should know that this is too hard a question for me & when u ask me anything abt lotr i could ramble for centuries but i’ll refrain from listing every one of my beloved characters, which includes the minor ones too obvsly because i’m me :) anyhow! woo *quivers excitedly* here i go: first would be a tie between frodo and denethor- i physically cannot (& will not) choose. also lmao SUCH a contrast in both their, well, character - lol well done, me! (yet they’re soo similar too. yes i find parallels between their narratives AND everything else as well what of it) then in no particular order- eowyn, faramir, boromir (basically all the gondor men <3), legolas, & as u know i adore the hobbits. all four of them -um 5, including bilbo- but MERRY!! i hate to see him brushed aside & unappreciated. justice for merry, and frodo too!! what selfless, sacrificing, lovely dear hobbits *cries* OH OH AND I ADORE SAMWISE TOO i’d be a fool not to. there’s not a person who’s capable of not loving him. no doubt i’ll be cursing myself later for forgetting other dear ones…

2. charles augustus!! god i’m obsessed w the milverton case. what doesn’t it have?? a master blackmailer. a lady killer (she slays -literally ajdksf). hand-holding. h&w being not at all hesitant abt committing a crime - a master detective who’s always used to solving one!! delicious.. it’s the story™ which perfectly captures the true essence of holmes’ character imho. and ‘a study of scarlet’ ofc. irene adler (nee norton) queen i love u. big shoutout to ‘the copper beaches’ also. i like all the stories with the ladies

3. hmm i do! fav one is - u guessed it - reading. to answer ur question: i looove doing henna!! every summer without practice i’d practice it on any hand i could find. i’m an amateur but still i like it. i haven’t been able to do it this summer :( on account of. me & my whole family has been sick/unwell in some way since the past month & a half or so. but i’m planning on applying mehendi or do a painting soon!! (i also liked to collect coins/stamps/buttons or some such as a child - i habit i’m always in danger of relapsing into but shh)

[luetta]

last night some super cute friends (@goblingirlmode and @sexy-symphony) and i were talking about a pilot of a mecha that just totally exhausts and ruins their body, and it has just enthralled me. as i went to sleep and then when i woke up, all i was thinking about was ...

...returning back to base after a long battle, getting to your sector, powering the systems off. and all the plugs that connect into the sockets directly into your spine and brain stem unconnect at once. those sensations just completely discombobulating you. the visor and breathing apparatus unbuckling, and the pod door opens underneath, dumping you and all the synaptic goo you've been submerged in for 14 hours, right into the metal floor.

you're so disoriented. eyes haven't adjusted to the real world yet. you can't feel your limbs yet. your head throbs. hair is slicked all over your face. you're like a newborn giraffe, unable to use your limbs properly, splashing dumbly about in the melting puddle of slime.

where is she? where's your commander? you need her. where is she??? please!! i need her!

relief washes over you as you feel the comforting touch of her hand on your skin. there there, dear, shhhhh~ it's okay, i'm here now. putting your arm over her shoulder she essentially carries you to your private chambers. your muscles have quickly atrophied since becoming a pilot. it's hard to walk normally, yet enough immediately after unplugging from the mainframe. being in the zone, losing your sense of self and becoming a leviathan of steel death, it messes with your motor skills. in the field you're a maelstrom of destruction, honing onto targets with laser precision from miles away. but back at base, you can barely hold the spoon to feed yourself.

luckily, your beloved commander is helping you. feeding you that bland nutrient paste you have to eat. you can't stomach anything else now. washing off the goo with a towel, bathing you. brushing your hair so gently. tucking you into bed.

you did soo well out there today sweetie. you just need a big rest for tomorrow, okay pumpkin? mommy's so proud <3

she isn't your biological mother of course, but she raised you from a very young age, right here in the compound. training you, preparing you, grooming you. to be the perfect pilot this nation needs to turn the tide of the everlasting war. taking care of you, keeping you focused, using your devotion to her as a weapon against the enemy, that's her job. you're nothing but a weapon that needs to be so delicately aimed, lest you implode. but you're blind to the truth behind her false smiles and soothing words. you don't have the energy to give the only love you know a second thought. you fall asleep in her arms, for the two-hundredth day in a row.

she knows you don't have too many battles left in you. your body is crumbling. but she won't trouble you with that fact. you're a better murderer when you're innocent to the truth.

[fangirlforeversthings]

So this is what i think happened at force ghost heaven after they all died.

*Narrator voice*

Somewhere in force ghost heaven after his death a tired obi wan kenobi sat down and prepared a cup of tea, ready to drink it and enjoy his finally well deserved peace and rest for all eternity to come as suddenly an ear pinching, to him oh so well known, voice disrupted the harmonious silence and before he turned his head he already knew who it was and started silently praying: "oh my force no please, please no." But it was too late: "Oooh maaaasteeeer. Guess who felt so sorry that they let him iiiiin." And before he knew a pair of familiar arms one of them metal hugged him tightly, squishing him. Obi wan twists his face in an annoyed, desperate grimace a familiar headache crawling up his head. "oh force no."

"Obi wan i missed you sooo much and also i an so sorry for what happened i know this makes it not better but: my bad. Yoou, are not angry anymore? R..Right? *traumatisedly remembering the pain after his master beat him up twice after losing his pantience* I mean i love you so i wanted to tell you that back on mustafar that i love you and you are my brother aswell *dramatic sobs*. And i am back now. And i have to tell you soo many stuff soo many years of storys and adventures i have to tell you, and Luke and leia by the way you met them, knew them, tell me about them luke is as strong as his father isnt he? *muffled sobs* AND HOW IN THE WORLD YOU LET MY DAUGHTER HOOK UP WITH A SMUGGLER? also dang how did you got so old like what happened to you you old hermit fart? hahaha and....." and he kept on talking and talking and talking without a point or taking a breath once. Having missed his beloved master so dearly. Cause the moment obi wan was gone he stood there, not having a purpose anymore. shure he wanted to defeat him but he had never actually really thought he would get that far and now that he was gone he was lonely and lost. "Naur. iF OBi waN iS nOt hEre I dOn't LIkE iT. Bye b*tches i'm out. Imma follow him🥰 maybe if i say that i am very very sorry they'll let me in👉🏻👈🏻"

meanwhile obi wan asked himself what he ever did to deserve this. He didn't knew if he should be happy and cry because his beloved brother and best friend was finally back with him as back then in their best days, as if nothing had happened. Or if he should cry cause he was back with him. FoR aLl EteRnItY TO ComE. He ultimately decided to cry.

In the meanwhile a well known, now metal, hand grips the hilt of his purple lightsaber tightly, trying to calm his rage down and stares with a dead expression in his infamous glare with two words on his mind: "skywalker" and "motherf*cker".

Yoda: "oh heck. No, rid off you we thought we got. Mace: " it was MY FREAKING HAND. if you had more patience M*THERFUCKER WE SOME DAY WOULD HAVE GRANTED YOU YOUR STUPID ASS RANK. Like i can't believ you murdered us all just because you had a bad dream and didn't got a rank. Yoda Was about to teach you force healing:"ThE POwEr tO SavE HeR" IF YOU PSYCHOTIC ASS M*THERFUCKING M*THERFUCKER JUST WOULD HAVE HAD A LITTLE MORE PATIENCE. And mental stability." Yoda Petting his leg trying to calm him. Anakin, hiding behind obi wan who is yet done again: "really? Oh. My bad then i guess heh sorry." Mace: " *eye twitching aggressively, heavy breathing* Aaaaaaaah........*distant long scream*"

But obi wan was just about, to have his yelling moment, and that was when his former master stood infront of him a nervous smile on his face waving him hello: "obi wan my dear boy i'm so happy you made it here. I meant to tell you i was there obi wan *putting his hand to his own heart* the whole time you were never alone." A slap and sharp pain caused through gui gons cheeks as he realised that obi wan had slapped him. "what was that for??" Obi wan: "I CALLED FOR HELP AT LEAST 200 TIMES AND NOT EVEN A SINGLE WHAT DO YOU WANT WHAT DO YOU NEED NOTHING!" "Listen here i.." "NO YOU LISTEN HERE YOU OLD FART I WAS BASICALLY STILL A KID MYSELF AND YOU LEFT ME WITH THAT SACK OF CHAOS -*pointing on anakin who looks up at them and smiles, waves happily at qui gon*- no how to parent your padawan book left for instruction NOTHING!!! what were you even doing? I HOPE THE MILK TASTED GOOD!!" "Hey don't yell at your master!! I tell you.." qui gon tries to defend himself but obi wan just continues letting his feelings out:" you cant bring that up on me anymore i am a master myself now!" Qui gon:"AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN THIS HOUSE..!" Obi wan:"THIS IS NOT THE TEMPLE AND I AM A COUNCIL MEMBER." Qui gon *gasp*: "i can't believe you are bringing this up to me" *shocked* obi wan:"Well i'm sorry but you forced me to. its your fault all of this IS YOUR FAULT." Anakin interrupting him: "so its not mine anymore?" Obi wan: "Sh*t up anakin. The council told you he was to old we should not train him, yoda told you his future was clouded, i told you it was a bad idea BUT YOU HAD TO INSIST and now LOOK WHERE THAT BROUGHT US!!"

Moment of silence. Yoda: "right you are maybe his fault it all was not skywalkers." Mace having finished yelling at anakin: "eh you know what? You're right obes. *pointing at qui gon* YOUR FAULT IT IS M*THERFUCKER" *loud dispute starting.*

I desperately dare someone to make a comic pretty pls

[itz-stus]

Helloo!! Namasteee!!! I wanted to request for Gojo x reader, a scenario where the reader is like a huge devotee and like has done like really hard worship and got like vardan from vishnu bhagwan (Like remember that cartoon roll no. 21). And like she has like a divine power. And like in general is like really playful and calm. You get what I mean. Like in her presence, there is like pureness and mischief. But she's like always believes in what the god tells her to do. Like to be righteous. Get what I mean. Like in a fight!! Hope you respond to thiss I would love to see your take in this!!!

Ohh my god!! It was soo soo much fun to write thank you for this request anon. So I wrote is as a mix of head cannons and scenarios like little parts of Satoru's life and let me know if you'd like a part two!

Masterlist

His Devotee Lover

"I am time, today I'll narrate the story of the devotee sorcerer and her beloved Gojo Satoru…I have seen everyone from her gift to her relationship with her friends…Her honesty and devotion…I have seen through it all…every incident unfolds before me. I am Gojo as well as Geto. I am the Shibuya battlefield…This story will last till I'm am and I…I am eternal…endless…"

You were a devoted devotee of Lord Vishnu from the beginning, worshiping him wholeheartedly. Your unwavering devotion brought happiness to Lord Vishnu, who granted you a divine boon—a mighty bow. With this divine gift, you embarked on a righteous path, using the bow to protect, uphold justice, and fulfill your spiritual journey. Grateful for Lord Vishnu's blessings, you vowed to serve him faithfully and follow his guidance with the utmost loyalty.

You joined Jujutsu Tech to protect people from curses and perform exorcisms for the greater good. Your classmates included Gojo, the strongest sorcerer; Geto, a curse user; and Shoko, a remarkable healer. You underwent training together, faced potent curses, and created deep bonds while executing your objective to ensure the well-being of humanity.

You and Satoru were close from the beginning of the year in your class.

Gojo Satoru entered your dorm room early in the morning, following the sound of jingling bells. He discovered you engaged in a serene pooja, offering prayers before a grand statue of Lord Vishnu. Captivated by the scene, Gojo silently admired your devotion, recognizing the power of faith and spirituality.

You turned around after finishing "Oh, I didn't realize you were here, Satoru-kun" You smiled calmly.

God, it was something about your smile. It was just so calming that it never failed to cause havoc in his stomach

"Here, have some" You gave him the Prashad, at this point he was pretty used to this.

"Thanks, Stuti"

Your technique enamored Gojo Satoru, falling even more for you. Your playful smile carried a sense of determination, adding to your allure. The elegance and divine grace with which you exorcised the curse left him in awe. Using your bow with a calm smile, you displayed a unique blend of strength and serenity.

When you'd play with the animals in the school, he would always sneak up on you to see your graceful smile.

You played the flute under a tree, surrounded by cats and dogs. Suddenly, someone poked your shoulder, and as you turned, you discovered Gojo hiding behind the tree. It became a playful game between you two. "Oh, look who it is, my dear Satoru-kun," you chuckled as he joined you, sitting beside you.

You two could talk for hours and never get bored with each other.

You always listened to his rambling and always showed an interest in his talks. It touched his heart how much you cared for everyone. Specifically for him, Geto, and Shoko.

Even though he was not a fan of mythology but he found it so fascinating when you told him stories of Lord Krishna, Lord Ram, and so on at night.

He loved it when you always tried out new sweets with him.

As Geto was preparing to leave, he decided to visit your dormitory. Upon entering, he noticed you diligently mending and sharpening your arrows. Intrigued, he approached you, causing you to look up from your task.

"Oh, Geto-kun, when did you arrive? I didn't even notice," you chuckled, pleasantly surprised by his presence. Putting aside your work, you offered to get him a glass of water as a gesture of hospitality.

"Don't worry about it. I just wanted to meet you," Geto responded, declining your offer and emphasizing his genuine intention.

Curiosity sparked within you as you realized the significance of his visit. "I see. Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked, attentively listening to his words?

Geto took a moment, contemplating the appropriate time to ask his request. Sensing the opportune moment, he paused and proceeded, "I was wondering if now would be the right time to make these two wishes."

Recalling the previous discussion about granting wishes, you nodded, acknowledging his intent. "Oh, yes, do you want to ask them now?"

With a determined gaze, Geto revealed his first wish, his voice unwavering. "My first wish is that you would always forgive me and anyone who works for me until they have committed 10,000 crimes. However, if the crimes are similar, they won't count."

His request struck a chord within you, causing your eyes to widen. A warm smile spread across your face as you responded, "Alright, and the second?"

Without hesitation, Geto proceeded with his second wish, his resolve unyielding. "The second wish is that you won't fight against me or anyone who works for me until those crimes are complete."

The weight of his wishes did not go unnoticed, yet you remained steadfast in your principles. Understanding the gravity of your promises, you replied, "Well, since you've asked them now, I promise that until the end of time, I will follow your two wishes."

Geto, aware of your unwavering determination and commitment to honoring your promises, recognized the advantage this granted him. He noted your pledge before departing from Jujutsu Tech, knowing that you would uphold your word.

Gojo Satoru, saddened by his friend's departure, couldn't sleep that night. The sound of a soft flute outside caught his attention. He found you playing the flute under the moonlight, offering solace and connection. This encounter became a source of strength, guiding him forward.

That night he just laid on your lap hearing your peaceful voice and flute lulling him to sleep.

When Gojo was going for the fight (the one where ijichi calls him in JJK 0), he came to your as he found you sleeping soundly. The sound of the door woke you up, "Are, Satoru-kun when did you get here? Is there something I can help you with?"

He just smiled and replied, "Just wanted to know if you were free"

"Well for you I always am so what is it?"

Gojo Satoru, seeking guidance and trust, approached you and asked you to be his charioteer. He expressed his desire for someone he could rely on to keep him grounded and prevent him from losing his way.

"But Satoru-kun, Mind that in this battle I won't pick any sort of weapons or use any techniques. It'll be all on you" She sternly said

[enstarrievalkyrie]

Ideal version🕰️

Yandere Valkyrie x gn reader

Note: this idea was inspired by my mental break down at 2am. This is taken place during the victorian era. Hope yall enjoy.🕰️

Warning:yandere behavior, reader turning into a doll, yandere Mika development, stalking, self-hate

Dolls.. It's something you love, something you need, something you wish you'll ever be. You walked pass those fancy shops with many dolls sitting at the shelves. They were being displayed for customers to gaze at them. You were one of them, always returning to those shops just to look at those porcelain doll. You desired for one, but in order to save money you restrained yourself. It's an everyday routine to window shop these beautiful dolls, but sometimes when things get a little harder and bad, you wouldn't visit these beautiful creatures. You didn't want them to see you like this, the imperfect version of you. During those time, you would cry and cry about how imperfect you were, how nobody will love you, about how you look soo terrible. That was until one day you received a letter. A letter from your secret admirer, you opened the letter and read the contents, there it said, "You look wonderful today darling, not just today but everyday.... You know, I could grant your wish, you only need to tell me those words. -Your soon to be beloved." Dolls that is your desire, that's your wish. However, a voice inside you reminded you of those horrible kidnapping cases you saw from the news. That made you back down and threw the letter away.

Inside a doll maker's workshop, Shu probably knew you threw the letter but he knows one day, when you can no longer stand your mentality anymore, when you finally gone insane, is the day when he would meet you in person and offer that request again. That day truly came, you've gone mad from your mental break down and the fact that you hide yourself from the thing you love most. Knock...knock. Shu was standing Infront of your doorway, when he heard no effort was made to welcomed him in, he slowly took out a key and starts to unlock the door himself. It was a sight to see, mirror shards scattered all over the floor, a bunch of papers on the ground, despite all of this his main focus is you and only you. Shu made his way towards your bedroom and there he found his precious doll. You were hiding under the blanket, shivering like a leaf , oh how precious you are. Slowly, bit by bit, he unrevealed your blanket, that's when you realized someone is here. Shu gently held your face afraid that you would freak out. There he said those very words, that you once received. " Dearest, I can grant you your wish, you only just have to tell me those words." And you did, you were desperate to be that perfect version of yourself. That day, he took you and 'fixed' you.

Mika didn't know what's so special about you, he didn't know why his master is so enamored by you. He known you for quite a while now, Shu would often requested him to look after you without your notice(obviously). He've seen you during your mental break down, seen you helping your neighbours, seen you looking at those dolls with such admiration in your eyes. With you getting all of his oshi-san's attention, it won't be long for him to get jealous of you. That jealousy grew and grew until it forms to hatred. Often times, he would ask his Oshi-san why he was spending more time with you and not him. Shu would always give him the same answer with the same chuckle. "You would soon come to find out why I'm so in love with my beloved, soon my dear kagehira." And he sure did. The day when Shu came back to his workshop, he saw you laying on an operating table and assist Shu during the whole process of transforming you into your perfect form. A doll. He's quite an expert in this field of arts and tries his best to impress his Oshi-san with his work. Painting your nails, doing your makeup, sewing you clothes, were some of the things he have done for you with the help of Shu's instructions. But now he no longer needs them to know what to do next with you. He would get attached to things, after seeing your vulnerable form, and becoming his and Shu's creation it's not a surprise he got attached to you quickly. Shu notices it too, "I've seen you finally learn, now that you've understand let's work together to keep our unmoving dearest happy forever."

Now, you are sitting on a fancy chair with Shu and Mika's presence near you. They would tend to their customers and you would just sit their, smiling as you watched those customers who came to the Valkyrie workshop with intention to get a beautiful customized doll like you. You are better this way, happier this way, you no longer have to cry about being imperfect thanks to the help of your two creators. Mika who sew your clothes and Shu who combed your hair, both of them whisper sweet nothings to you that made you happy. They promised that you would never feel unloved again and they did infact kept their promise.