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asexualone · 3 years

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Signs I should have known I was aro: Disney edition

I think this topic has been stressed a lot already. But here is my take, anyway.

Of course, romantic love had been, is and will always be one of the main themes in kids' movies. Why, I can never fully understand. I'll explain below how I like other themes more.

Some time ago, I did a post on the kiss/hug scenes in Rapunzel which depicts how much more I value acts of showing love that don't include kissing.

Not only those two. I have a history of hating Disney on-screen smooches. As a kid, I thought, "Well, maybe, I don't like seeing these characters kiss because it's a grownup thing."

Could you blame me? When my parents were in the room and a kissing scene appeared on the screen, they changed the channel. So my toddler brain concluded that the reason I didn't like watching kisses was because I wasn't of age to like it. Or something.

At the time, I had no idea that I was hand-picking my favorite movies by the level of romance they had in. Or lack thereof. And I was a very judgemental kid. Let's go through my original thoughts on some Disney classics.

Snow White — No. Just no. She's a child, fourteen. Marrying an older guy she doesn't even know. After he kisses her corpse. NO.

Cinderella — The age difference is a little better, I guess. So is the age of consent. But they only talked one (1) night and he relied on that slipper to find her instead of asking to meet all women and see for himself. Fairytale logic I guess. I didn't like how she called it love immediately and kissed the prince at least once that same night. Or how they got married immediately.

The Sleeping Beauty — Must I even explain? Aurora didn't even know Philip that much, had only met him once (if you exclude the "dreams"). And yet, he's her true love, the only one who can revive her corpse. Ridiculous. And yes, kissing a comatose body, ew. Also, the arranged marriage trope pisses me off, royalty or not. Aurora was engaged as a newborn baby, come on.

Mulan — Cinematic gold. I didn't know it back then, but the fact that romantic love is such a pushed-aside aspect in this movie gives me life. The songs give me life. Especially when the trio dresses as concubines and "Be a Man" plays in the background. An absolute gem, lmao. The sequel however ruined the story somewhat for me, too much lovey-dovey stuff. I like Mulan more when she's fighting than when she's acting all sappy towards Shang, sorry not sorry.

Peter Pan — Loved it, still do. But I did dislike the mermaids, the image of fangirls who are petty towards other girls. And Pan's brief "relationship" with Tiger Lily was nauseating to me. I couldn't explain it but when Pan blushed at her nose-nuzzling thing, I always pulled a face.

The Princess and the Frog — In my opinion, (remember, always my opinion): Tiana, this hard-working girl who doesn't belong to anyone, was lost to love. Well, not lost. But falling for Naveen in the course of three days? Unrealistic and kinda unnecessary. Sweet, but still. I adored the "relationship" between Ray and Evangeline more. Either way, it's a movie that I enjoyed when love wasn't that prominent on screen.

Aladdin — I love this movie because of the Genie. The relationship between Jasmine and Aladdin is meh. She forgot his face and didn't recognize him until later. Their coming together is a lot like that trope "first guy who treats her right sets the expectations and wins her heart". Usually that's a thing, not only in Disney movies but media in general. The female lead settles for the first guy that treats her right because the bar is that low. A good movie, all in all. Love how Jasmine stands up for herself at least. Not a lot of princesses fight against the objectification of women.

Pocahontas — I used to hate this movie. I didn't sit right with me: the racism in it, the manipulation, the murders. And the romance, yes. Pocahontas fell for the strange man who tickled her curiosity in the span of two days. I also hated how her father just sold her to marry Kocoum like that. I know it's tradition. Heck, that's a tradition that still goes on in my country. Maybe that's why I didn't like seeing it on screen. And Pocahontas doesn't even end up with John Smith. The second movie definitely ruined the story. So yes, she's the first princess who fell for a man in three days, TWICE. Needless to say, only the songs kept me from blacklisting the movie entirely.

The Little Mermaid — I actually loved this movie for some reason. I can't explain why, maybe it was my obsession with mermaids. Yeah, that was probably it. But I was pissed when Ariel exchanged her tail for legs. Not to mention human periods and overall, all the bad in the world, for a man she'd only seen once. As I grew up I realized just how f*cked up that story was: Ariel giving her entire lifestyle, family and identity up for a guy she hadn't even spoken to. I don't know why I loved that movie, alright? Hell I still do a little. The sequel too. Say what you want.

Brave — (I know this is technically Pixar, shut up) Much like the paradox with Ariel, I didn't like this movie. I can't explain it. Maybe because Merida wasn't the typical Disney princess I had been used to seeing. Now though, I ADORE that story. No, it's not because Merida knows archery... Okay, yes maybe a little. I love the aro-arrow word play, alright? Anyway, the way Merida fights against being shipped to a husband like the "tradition" I aforementioned asks her to, has always had my heart, even when I didn't like the movie. The focus on the mother-daughter relationship is special, I love it. Stellar movie.

Tangled — One of my favorite Disney movies, my favorite princess. But her relationship with Eugene.... Well. Again, three days. That's all it takes to fall in love. Classic of Disney. Not only that, but Eugene is literally the first man person Raps has ever since, besides Gothel. The bar is nonexistent for her, she would have fallen for anyone. He lied to her and she still... Well, I won't stress that any longer. Their relationship in the end is sweet, one of the few cases where we are actually shown that they would risk their lives to save each other. Respect that. Mostly, I love her magical hair and Pascal. And the guys of Snuggly Duckling.

Moana — EPIC MOVIE. The story, the culture, the character growth, the plot twist, everything! Loved it at first sight, at second and forever. Even more when I became aware that there's no romance in it. I don't think I need to say more.

Frozen — My opinions on this movie have always been changing, accompanied by mixed feelings. So the relationship between sisters was cute, but Lilo and Stitch made that more realistic. Anna's relationship with Hans, ugh. I think that for a long time I used the fact that he was the antagonist to justify my absolute hate for the way Anna "fell" for him in one evening. Again, Anna sweetheart. This is the first man you've met. The bar is nonexistent for you too. God bless Elsa for forbidding her to marry Hans. And while it's cute to think Elsa as a lesbian, she has aromantic vibes. Sorry not sorry, but she's also a God by the end of Frozen 2. Gods are beyond attraction, I said what I said.

Raya and the Last Dragon — Loved it, still do. Say what you will about "dragon Elsa". Sisu is her own character, and I adore her. And yes, I love the lack of romance in the movie. Make no mistake, I shipped Raya and Namaari from the first moment they smiled at each other. I swear on my name that I paused the movie and screamed, GAYYYY, at the top of my lungs. Luckily, I was home alone. If only Disney directors would do the right fcking thing and give me a queer main couple!! I swear I wouldn't mind the lovey-dovey romance one bit.

Of course, I've left dozens of movies out. This post is already way longer than I wanted it to be. But I think that was enough to make a point.

While I'm not romance-repulsed, seeing animated kisses (and unnecessary relationships) on screen makes me uncomfortable. As a child and as a grownup. It just doesn't sit right with me. Not to mention all these princesses who identify with their princes and specifically their relationships with said princes when they're perfect on their. Wreck it Ralph 2 made them a favor, I think, by making them work together and showing their strengths. Another movie I love.

Friendship just makes an overall better theme to apply to kids shows, my opinion. Family, work, self-discovery, mental health, happiness. These are all better themes to portray in media dedicated for children. Which is, again, my opinion.

And yes, Disney has been getting better. They've fixed the age difference and the age of consent. The female characters no longer depend on the male ones, at least not as often. They understand the assignment, alright. There are still many questionable things about Disney's reputation though, things we all choose to overlook for the sake of the good movies. But who knows? They might change. Hopefully soon we'll also have an obviously queer couple in a movie. Hope dies last.

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superheroesofbothuniverses · 3 years

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An Enchanted Evening(Wintershock)

“I hear Pepper and Tony are throwing another Disney bash. You excited?”

Darcy looked up from her laptop as Clint stuck his head in her office to deliver the news. It never failed, if something interesting was happening, he’d be stopping by to discuss it. He was worse than her great aunts when it came to gossip, Darcy thought fondly.

“Yeah, but I’ll have to find a date. I don’t wanna be Giselle without a Robert, unless I can get Jane to go with me. She loves going as the evil queen.”

Clint looked confused.

“I thought you and Barnes were an item. I see you together all the time, looking all cozy.”

“Appearances can be deceiving, Clint,” Darcy sighed. “He doesn’t seem to want anything more than friendship right now. But he is pretty great at the whole friend thing.”

“If he did want more, would you go out with him?” Clint pressed, watching her searchingly.

“Totally,” Darcy admitted, knowing better than to lie to him. “But don’t you dare interfere and ruin this for me. I don’t want to push him away after how long it took me to get him to warm up to me.”

Bucky had been very skittish when he’d first arrived and Darcy tried the technique she’d used when befriending neighborhood feral cats: kept her distance while offering friendly greetings and looking as non-threatening as possible, left plentiful treats around, and cracked ridiculous jokes in his hearing in hopes of earning a smile. It had taken several months, but Darcy succeeded in Operation Befriend Bucky.

“Who are you and Laura going to go as?” Darcy inquired, trying to change the subject.

Clint grinned. “OutlawQueen, of course,” he supplied.

“Oooh. Going with the Once Upon A Time ship. It’s perfect,” Darcy admired. “Can’t wait to see it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lot of work to do if I’m going to be able to afford the dress I’ve got my eye on.”

“Just so long as you show up,” Clint relented. “See ya, Doc.”

With a wink, Hawkeye made himself scarce and Darcy returned to her work, trying not to picture Bucky dressed as a Disney prince.

Bucky had just finished an intense workout and was trash talking Steve in a way only a best friend could get away with when his long suffering friend decided to turn the tables on him.

“So I hear you’re the only one who hasn’t RSVP’d for the big disney ball,” Steve commented. “Thought you would be going with Darcy.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends?” Bucky sighed.

Steve gave him a look of utter disbelief and sighed.

“Still in denial. But you do know you can accompany her as a friend, right?”

“And have to hear you lot gossiping even more? No thanks,” Bucky muttered, even as he really wished he had the guts to ask Darcy. Despite what he’d told Steve, Bucky was very interested in the new astrophysicist in a definite more-than-friends way, but so far, he hadn’t seen any signs that she shared this interest, so he’d stayed quiet rather than ruin one of the best friendships he’d made in his post-Hydra life.

Steve just smiled knowingly at him.

“If you change your mind, Darcy is going as Giselle from Enchanted. Nat told me yesterday. They’re going shopping for dresses tomorrow.”

“Never heard of her,” Bucky muttered, splitting off from Steve to take the stairs to his floor. The next evening, a Blu-ray of Enchanted had appeared on his coffee table. Bucky turned up his nose, but Natasha’s commanding note had him sighing and watching the movie anyway.

Despite the typical Disney cheesiness, Bucky found himself enjoying himself and actually laughing a few times at the antics of the ridiculously over the top Prince Edward. Robert seemed a more realistic hero for once and he found himself sympathizing with the man. Bucky was pretty sure there wasn’t going to be a happily ever after for himself, either.

After the movie ended, he sat and thought for a while, then called Natasha.

Darcy bought her dress, shoes, and jewelry, happily spending way more than she normally would thanks to her long hours and careful saving up for the day. The wine colored fit-and flare dress looked amazing on her and the skirt swirled in a very satisfying manner when she turned around.

“You’re going to be turning heads tonight,” Natasha commented as they hauled their purchases home. “Especially a certain someone.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and Darcy sighed.

“Whatever you say. I have no comment,” she said rather stiffly.

Natasha laughed.

“You say that now,” she said.

In the end, Darcy went by herself to the ball, having chickened out about asking Bucky, which she was already kicking herself for. Oh, well. At least she looked fabulous in her dress that looked just like the one Amy Adams wore for the dance.

She perked up a bit when she got to the fancy ballroom Tony had rented and met the rest of the Avengers in full costume. Sure enough, Clint and Laura were Robin Hood and Regina and looked amazing. Tony and Pepper were Captain Hook and Emma Swan.

“Aren’t you a little grey to be Captain Hook?” Darcy teased him. “But that’s a nice costume.”

“Hook’s a lot older than he looks,” Tony replied, waving his fake hook hand around.

Natasha and Steve were Ariel and Eric, which was an unexpected choice, but Nat looked great in her slinky, iridescent turquoise dress and Steve was a fabulous prince. Sharon and Sam were Rapunzel and Flynn Rider and Wanda was Princess Elsa, complete with a gorgeous icy blue dress and fabulous blonde wig. Thor strode around dressed like Hercules and Darcy hung out with him for a few minutes, exchanging small talk.

“Are you also unaccompanied, Darcy?” Thor asked.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “But I’m hanging out with friends and feeling fabulous, so I’ll be alright,” she assured him.

She completely forgot what she’d planned on saying next because Bucky Barnes arrived and was looking so gorgeous, she found she couldn’t breathe.

Bucky, feeling stiff and awkward in his fancy costume, was keeping his eyes peeled for Darcy, even as he greeted Steve, Nat, and Sam, all of whom seemed very surprised, but pleased to see him.

“She’s over by Thor,” Nat whispered helpfully and Bucky looked where she indicated and felt his heart skip several beats and his mouth go dry.

Darcy was looking incredibly gorgeous in a dress like the one from the movie, which was a simple design, but very flattering on her. She’d left her dark hair down and had simple silvery earrings that sparkled in the light from the massive overhead chandeliers.

In this moment, Bucky knew he was a goner. These were NOT platonic friendly reactions he was experiencing right now. Not at all. She locked eyes with him and her own widened, and she full on smiled at him, which propelled him towards her, now oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Darcy swallowed nervously as Bucky approached, looking stunning in an embroidered dark blue jacket clearly meant to replicate Robert’s costume from Enchanted. He’d pulled his hair back into a small ponytail and it only added to the appeal.

“Hi,” she said softly, giving him a smile.

“Hi,” he answered back, looking at her in a way that made her feel downright giddy.

“Wow. Darcy, you look beautiful,” he told her, sincerity oozing from his voice.

“Why thank you,” she replied, trying to resist the urge to fan herself. “You’re looking pretty fabulous yourself. I’d say what a happy coincidence we picked the same movie, but I know our meddling friends better than that.”

Bucky grinned at her.

“Yep. And I have to tell them they were right later.”

“Right about what?” Darcy asked, knowing what the answer was but wanting to hear him say it.

“That I’ve got it bad for you, doll. I didn’t think you felt the same way, so I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I don’t think that’s possible anymore.”

The way he was looking at her was giving Darcy tingles all over and she took a step close to him.

“We’re a couple of fail boats then, because I’ve been feeling the same way, and was also convinced I was stuck in the friend zone,” Darcy admitted. “All our friends could see it, but we sure were oblivious.”

“We were. As a trained spy, I should be embarrassed, but I’m just happy,” Bucky told her. “Wanna dance?”

“Gladly, handsome,” she told him. “I heard you’re very talented in that department.”

Bucky flushed a bit, but shrugged.

“People exaggerate, but I did enjoy it back in the day. Let’s hope I’m not too rusty.”

If Bucky was rusty, Darcy certainly couldn’t tell because she was enjoying herself too much. She’d never danced with a guy who could lead as well as he could and it was glorious. Looking into his blue eyes, she couldn’t help but flush at the expression in them and wondered if she looked equally smitten.

Bucky was thinking about how perfectly they fit together and how her eyes were downright sparkling. That look she was giving him was downright dangerous and he never wanted this moment to end.

They ended up dancing through three more songs before Darcy pulled him away from the party.

“Tired already?” He asked teasingly.

“Bucky Barnes, you’d better kiss me right now, or so help me, Thor…..” she threatened playfully, pointing her finger at him. She didn’t have to say it twice. Bucky had been wanting to kiss her for a long time and just like with the dancing, proved to be very skilled.

“That good enough for Ya?” He finally asked.

“It’s a great start,” she whispered as she caught her breath.

Across the room, their friends looked on in amusement and approval.

“Nice work,” Steve told his girlfriend, who was looking very pleased with herself. “I thought you’d have to lock them in a closet or something.”

“Don’t think that wasn’t on the table if they kept being oblivious or Barnes refused to show up tonight,” Natasha admitted. “And I used to think YOU were the stubborn one.”

Steve laughed.

“You’re my favorite Disney prince, Bucky Barnes,” Darcy told him as they swayed together to a slow song.

“Just don’t expect me to sing or talk to chipmunks,” he muttered playfully. “Gotta draw the line somewhere.”

#wintershock #fluff #Disney inspired #darcy lewis #Bucky Barnes #I just watched enchanted

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wellhalesbells · 3 years

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✨✨ TOP FIVES FOR 2020 ✨✨

2020 was, i think we can all agree, a massively chaotic year but i have never consumed as much media before in my life, so i thought others might benefit from my slothery uh, connoisseur.... ship? yes, that. below are the books, comics, shows, and movies that got me through!

B O O K S .

the starless sea, by erin morgenstern - i loooove this book because it loves me back. it says: ‘oh, you’re a reader, well i have just the thing for you.’ it luxuriates in language and story and riddles and fairy tales and it feels like an entire library in a single tome.

they never learn, by layne fargo - oh fuuuuuck, this was satisfying. i thought it might feel a little exploitative as it is very aware of the zeitgeist and likely would not exist without the #metoo movement but it never ever did. this was a fucking ROMP, period. reading about a woman getting away with murdering skeezy guy after rapey guy after shitty human just made me happier and happier.

moonflower murders, by anthony horowitz - this is the second in the susan ryeland series (and the first was hardcore good fun too) and really feels very classic mystery with the artful twist of catering to the literary community. mainly because: susan isn’t a detective, she’s an editor and she gets drafted in this time because the clue to what happened to a missing woman is in a book she edited, if she can find it. both of the books in this series have such an excellent coming together moment that is rare af to find.

the invisible life of addie larue, by v.e. schwab - the writing in this is just so good. it has that feel to me where i just want to drop the book and open up my own page and let my fingers fly. it’s that inspiring kind of writing that reminds you of all the things language can do.

crown of feathers/heart of flames, by nicki pau preto - aaahhh, this series is SO FREAKING GOOD! why is there not more of a fandom for it, why???? it is so many of my favorite tropes all resting perfectly together to the point where you almost forget they’re tropes because they just so naturally evolved there. ugh, it’s just.... it’s so heart-bursty good.

.... number 5, part 2? raybearer, by jordan ifueko - this was just so original and i was invested af. like, what a brilliant idea though and an even better execution?? i loved every character and am so looking forward to the next in the series so i can get to know them even better!!

honorable mentions (sh*t i still liked a whole heckuva lot): you/hidden bodies, by caroline kepnes // writers & lovers, by lily king // i’ll be gone in the dark, by michelle mcnamara // the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, by joseph fink & jeffrey cranor // girl, serpent, thorn, by melissa bashardoust // a little life, by hanya yanagihara // the guinevere deception, by kiersten white // obsidio (and the entire illuminae series), by amie kaufman & jay kristoff // the bone houses, by emily lloyd-jones // house of salt and sorrows, by erin a. craig // we hunt the flame, by hafsah faizal // savage legion, by matt wallace // blacktop wasteland, by s.a. cosby // crier’s war, by nina varela // the empress of salt and fortune/when the tiger came down the mountain, by nghi vo // upright women wanted, by sarah gailey // the monster of elendhaven, by jennifer giesbrecht // a deadly education, by naomi novik // you let me in, by camilla bruce // when you ask me where i’m going, by jasmin kaur // the lights go out in lychford/last stand in lychford (and the entire lychford series), by paul cornell // the devil and the dark water, by stuart turton // serpent & dove, by shelby mahurin // one by one, by ruth ware // ruthless gods (this was SUCH an upshot from the first book - it’s worth sticking with if you’re on the fence), by emily a. duncan // cemetery boys, by aiden thomas // the inheritance games, by jennifer lynn barnes // the fortunate ones (2021 release), by ed tarkington

C O M I C S .

cosmoknights, by hannah templer - the art was gorgeous, the gayness was glorious, and just.... hot HOOOOOOOOT lady knights in space?! a princess winning her own hand? find something not to love in there, i dare you.

don’t go without me, by rosemary valero-o’connell - wow. wow wow wow wow wow. the writing was stunning, so lyrical and atmospheric and deep, and rosemary has to be one of my favorite artists but even that managed to come as a beautiful surprise because it was just so freaking bold.

through the woods, by emily carroll - i loooove emily carroll, the convergence of spine-tingling horror and art that feeds into it, that is both visually and aesthetically pleasing, is hard to beat! p.s. i also read beneath the dead oak tree from her this year and it was also a BANGER.

the impending blindness of billie scott, by zoe thorogood - zoe is someone that i just want to follow. she’s just starting and i want to be there for every single step. i love her art style and her ability to tell a story with it.

above the clouds, by melissa pagluica - this was so unique, and such a baller concept, as nearly half the entire book is conveyed only through the art and yet you’re never once lost, never once confused as to what any character is thinking or feeling. it’s a story within a story and only one of those gets words though they both are chock full of emotion!

um.... number 5, part 2? crowded, by christopher sebela - everything about this series is fun af. crowd-funded assassination and a hirable bodyguard who’s rated like an uber driver??? and the chemistry between the two mains is so great and gay!!

honorable mentions: monster and the beast, by renji // long exposure, by kam ‘mars’ heyward // fence, by c.s. pacat // invisible kingdom, by g. willow wilson // ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson // heathen, by natasha alterici // not drunk enough, by tess stone // giant days, by john allison // die, by kieron gillen // be prepared, by vera brosgol // ascender (sequel to descender, which is also great), by jeff lemire // the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north // bang! bang! boom!, by melanie schoen // gideon falls, by jeff lemire // life of melody, by mari costa // cry wolf girl, by ariel slamet ries // the tea dragon society, by katie o’neill // ptsd, by guillaume singelin // heartstopper, by alice oseman // solutions and other problems, by allie brosh // finding home, by hari conner // the magic fish, by trung le nguyen // something is killing the children, by james tynion iv // the weight of them, by noelle stevenson // spill zone, by scott westerfeld // skyward, by joe henderson // miles morales, by saladin ahmed

F I L M S.

parasite, dir. bong joon ho - oh it was satisfying, oh it was suspenseful, oh i had to watch some of it through my fingers but i loooooooved it. such a good story and so well made.

knives out, dir. rian johnson - okay, everything about this movie was amazing. every single character was fun as hell and i could’ve watched an entire movie about each of them. what a great fucking mystery!

blindspotting, dir. carlos lopez estrada - this made my heart hurt so damn much. what glorious writing, acting, and story!

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. celine sciamma - gooooorgeous cinematography, amazing chemistry, and such a soft, atmospheric film.

the farewell, dir. lulu wang - i cried and my heart felt so full and i love it so so much.

um.... number 5, part 2? someone great, dir. jennifer kaytin robinson - no part of me expected to love a netflix movie this much but it’s a love story that doesn’t get told that often?? the end of a relationship and the true love of friendship and i love these girls and i love jenny and nate’s broken relationship.

honorable mentions: eighth grade, dir. bo burnham // booksmart, dir. olivia wilde // midsommar, dir. ari aster // the curse of la llorona, dir. michael chaves // the secret life of pets 2, dirs. chris renaud & jonathan del val // jojo rabbit, dir. taika waititi // the invisible man, dir. leigh whannell // the favourite, dir. yorgos lanthimos // can you ever forgive me?, dir. marielle heller // troop zero, dirs. bert & bertie // ready or not, dirs. matt bettinelli-olpin & tyler gillett // brave, dirs. mark andrews & brenda chapman & steve purcell // the half of it, dir. alice wu // palm springs, dir. max barbakow // doctor sleep, dir. mike flanaghan // uncut gems, dirs. benny sadfie & josh sadfie // birds of prey, dir. cathy van // bloodshot, dir. dave wilson // the old guard, dir. gina prince-bythewood // enola holmes, dir. harry bradbeer // hocus pocus, dir. kenny ortega // always be my maybe, dir. nahnatchka khan // finding dory, dirs. andrew stanton & angus maclane // die hard, dir. john mctiernan

S H O W S .

black sails (2014) - this show, this shooooooooow. i cannot, it just makes me want to cry with how good it is. the characters, the EMOTIONS, the story, the plaaaaaan. like, the creators clearly had a plan for every single step of this show and it was a gOOD, GOOD PLAN.

the untamed (2019) - truly, cheesy good fun with one of the best gay romances ever. i love these characters and their relationships to each other and the way it glories in its own ridiculousness.

the righteous gemstones (2019) - one of the things that bothered me about my next choice (the ratio of female to male nudity) was so much more realistic in this one (i mean, we’ve all gotten five thousand dick pics and i know like three people? so the fact that there is so rarely male nudity in shows when there are tits everywhere..... no, how does that even make a tiny bit of sense?). this show was such great, wonderful, awful fun. they’re not great people and the show is under no delusion about that and it’s GLORIOUS!

the witcher (2019) - this was just hella fun, i loved the characters and the fantasy elements. i’m excited for the next season, it’s just entertaining swashbuckling through and through!

fargo (2014) - all of this was really very enjoyable with the through line being somebody fucks shit up and gets involved in something they really shouldn’t be involved in that’s going to swallow them whole. season one and season three were my stand-out favorites but they were all so violent, clever, and vicious!

um.... number 5, part 2? central park (2020) - um..... so many of the hamilton actors in a muscial cartoon drawn and written by the bob’s burgers team? WHAT ABOUT THAT DOESN’T SOUND AMAZING?! it was such a joy to hear daveed diggs and leslie odom jr.’s voices again!!

honorable mentions: schitt’s creek // the mandalorian // mr. robot // broadchurch // mindhunter // jack ryan // the good place // the end of the f***ing world // big little lies // elite // kidding // servant // letterkenny // curb your enthusiasm // i am not okay with this // ozark // buzzfeed unsolved: true crime/supernatural // you // runaways // dear white people // dickinson // brooklyn nine-nine // will & grace // 9-1-1 // dead to me // solar opposites // never have i ever // killing eve // what we do in the shadows // grace and frankie // avenue 5 // roswell, new mexico // the bold type // evil // tuca & bertie // impulse // the umbrella academy // watchmen // infinity train // corporate // search party // on becoming a god in central florida // a.p. bio // criminal: uk // the morning show // mythic quest // last week tonight // prodigal son // the great

#the starless sea #the invisible life of addie larue #the untamed #knives out #2020 favorites list!!#i tried to stick to shows i both started and finished in 2020 otherwise like schitt's creek and the good place would be in top five #same for comics #uh oh i've found the keyboard again

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lazaefair · 4 years

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Has anyone done the Disney Princess AU yet

Part 1 - written by me, @poemsingreenink, and @iwritesometimes

poemsingreenink: Like, if anyone has big, soft innocent eyes it's Marwan who I swear to god looks near happy tears in most intense scenes. I at one point during Aladdin in theaters thought "You know Jafar's maybe just not had a great life. He's really having a day here." BECAUSE OF HIS BIG SOFT EYES.

lazaefair: LUCA MARINELLI HIMSELF SAID IT

sarah: HOWWWWW DID HE EVEN GET CAST AS JAFAR LIKE THOSE ARE DISNEY PRINCESS EYES

lazaefair: I...I need somone to draw Joe in a Disney Princess dress

sarah: but WHICH PRINCESS i feel like belle's off the shoulder gold ballgown has promise

lazaefair: Ariel’s pink gown would really drive the point home, though Although you’re right, Belle is a literate, dreamy brunette who loves poetry, so she’s closer as an archetype

sarah: i'll be honest: i was mostly thinking of getting his shoulders nude

lazaefair: Nicky is Ariel. Big blue eyes, otherworldly, utterly uncivilized.

sarah: YES

So imagine: Prince Yusuf, who had a giant statue of himself gifted to him on his birthday, and who hates it because his best friend (and immortal general of the army) Andromache is NEVER GOING TO LET HIM LIVE IT DOWN.

Also imagine: feral merman siren Nicolò who bites off fishheads and communicates through weird clicking noises, when he’s not singing men to their deaths. He’s not one of those useless pretty koi mermaids, no. He’s a motherfucking creature of the deep. Lamp eyes that are used to distract fish prey. Claws and pale fins and an intense stare and fangs.

Now imagine: Prince Yusuf going overboard in the storm that hits his royal yacht. Struggling, swept away, half-drowned and losing hope fast when an unearthly song fills the air, low and sweet and compelling. He’s swimming towards the singing before he realizes it, delirious, until something closes around his ankle and drags him under. The thing under the water kills him quickly.

And then kills him again, when it doesn’t take. After the third killing, Nicolò’s on his way to being well and truly mystified (“Okay, don't panic. They all die eventually, maybe...maybe I’ll just need to do it again?”) and gives up after the fourth and fifth killing. He drags his (attempted) prey to a little sheltered island he knows about, kills it one last time just to make sure, and then watches, resigned, as the flesh heals up and the lungs push water out until it’s coughing its way back to undeniable life.

“You rescued me,” is the first thing Yusuf says to him. “Your song – it is the song of my heart. My soul.”

Nicolò...has no idea what to do with this, coughs awkwardly in reply, and leaves before he can think too hard about the warmth in his chest answering to the warmth in the human’s expressive, grateful eyes.

(He doesn’t tell Yusuf the truth about their bloody first meeting until years later. It’s too goddamn embarrassing, to be perfectly honest.)

Of course he comes back within a day, almost shamefully quickly. Unable to help being fascinated by this gorgeous, well-spoken, kind and generous human who cannot die. He starts bringing things to Yusuf: at first just fish, then interesting-shaped fragments of rock and coral, and then bits of treasure he’s collected over the years, just to hear what new poetic turn of phrase Yusuf will spout on the spot when he’s given something.

“...this is my family crest on this treasure chest, Nicolò. How strange.”

“It is the chest you said your great-great-grandfather lost,” Nicolò says, the words coming out dry and halting from long years of disuse. Watching Yusuf’s hands as he traces the elaborate lines engraved on the lid, now blurred with rust and coral.

“That’s amazing. Truly. I am at a loss for words,” Yusuf says, smiling.

“No, you aren’t,” Nicolò says, and keeps watching so he can see the moment when the smile turns into a laugh.

Another day, he brings to Yusuf what Booker had told him was called a ‘dinglehopper’ and was what humans used to keep their hair in order, as they did not have the ocean to spread it out like beautiful seaweed in the waves. Yusuf takes it, mouth twitching in a way that makes Nicolò doubt the accuracy of Booker’s explanation. Yet Yusuf does not correct him, but in fact solemnly thanks him before offering the dinglehopper back and asking him to help untangle his riot of curls.

And so it goes. Days pass. Fascination becomes infatuation, turns to desire and then into love, until neither can imagine living without the other, and yet—

Eventually, Nicolò has to give Yusuf up. The prince is too noble and good to just abandon his people indefinitely. And because Nicolò loves him, he goes out and once more lures a ship in with his song, but not to dash it to pieces on jagged rocks this time. He leads them to the island. Watches from a distance as the astonished shouting begins, then back-pounding hugs and joyous celebration as Yusuf boards the ship and sails away. Watches Yusuf turn back more than once to scan the beach, clearly looking for Nicolò, but Nicolò does not follow. Instead, he watches until the ship is lost to his sight and he cannot feel the ship’s current or smell, and then he dives deep and goes to visit Merrick.

Meanwhile, Yusuf arrives back at the capital, where his other best friend, Quỳnh (immortal admiral of the navy) feels terribly guilty about the prince going overboard on his birthday. Which is why she uncharacteristically doesn’t give him shit when he comes back babbling nonsense about mermaids. Or when he spends the next few weeks moping around, writing mermaid poetry and drawing mermaid pictures.

To be fair to him, the particular mermaid he sketches over and over does look pretty striking. Otherworldly and all that. Good cheekbones. Nice pearly scales. “Fucking...giant anglerfish eyes,” Quỳnh mutters while she and Andy look over the latest pile of sketches Yusuf’s left abandoned on a library table. “Our prince has been fucking bewitched by a fucking fish.”

“Mm,” Andy agrees.

So when Nicolò arrives at the palace one fine summer’s day – naked, his fangs smoothed away to look perfectly human, a giant emerald in one hand and a silver fork in the other – and walking, on legs, it causes a bit of an uproar.

“You still smell like the sea,” Yusuf says hoarsely into Nicolò’s neck, the two of them wrapped around each other as closely as two bodies can be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy says, lowering her axe. Quỳnh looks more closely at the dirty naked wild man their prince is embracing as if his life depends on it. Angular face. Skin encrusted with salt. Absolutely enormous piercing blue eyes. Naked, did we mention naked.

“Oh, fuck,” Quỳnh says.

“You get them separated,” Andy says. “I’ll go...get them a bath.”

The price Nicolò paid for his new human shape:

His siren song.

His immortality.

What he gets in return:

Yusuf teaching him what a dinglehopper is actually called, and what humans actually use it for.

Yusuf teaching him how to read and write his native tongue, and a few other tongues besides.

Yusuf reading poetry to him or sketching next to him on long lazy afternoons in the gardens.

The immense pleasure of intimidating the fuck out of any remaining would-be suitors for Yusuf’s hand in marriage who are still hanging around the palace for some reason.

“I am Nicolò di Genova,” Nicolò replies to the marquis’s indignant demands – predator’s smile still frightening even without endless rows of needle-sharp teeth. “You have seven days to leave this place forever. Get your affairs in order.”

Friendship with Andy and Quỳnh.

“Holy shit. Did he just—”

“—stab the marquis with a fork, at dinner, in front of the entire court? Yep.”

“...”

“New best friend.”

“Obviously.”

Yusuf writing poetry about him and to him. Nicolò likes them all. He wouldn't know a good human poem from a bad human poem, but nothing Yusuf touches could be bad, so ergo it's good.

Sightseeing throughout the kingdom with Yusuf’s strong, gentle fingers twined around his.

Yusuf breathing blissful curses into Nicolò’s ear, exactly like he used to do on their island, as they move together on his enormous bed.

Yusuf. Yusuf. Yusuf.

(Booker is also there. He insisted on being turned human, too, and coming along to make sure Nicolò doesn’t totally fuck this up, but he’s really mainly there for the entertainment. And the booze. Andy asks him at one point about losing his immortality. He shrugs. “Look, if we die, we die,” he says, then offers Andy another pour of fine French brandy. The two of them get along famously.)

It’s all going great until one night on the beach, while they’re walking along hand-in-hand under the stars and idly discussing human and merfolk constellations. Someone approaches them, dressed splendidly and moving with arrogant grace. He is also angular, also fair-haired, also possessed of unsettling eyes. And he has Nicolò’s siren song, gently humming from the shell that adorns his neck.

“Merrick,” Nicolò hisses as Yusuf’s eyes grow glazed and blank, and he tightens his hand on Yusuf’s, afraid for the first time. “Our deal—”

“He can’t bear the idea of living forever without you, can he? And so he hasn’t proposed,” Merrick says, smiling cruelly. “You’ve missed your chance. He’s mine.” And he extends his hand out to Yusuf—

Who stirs, suddenly, and turns to Nicolò. “Limpid, or shimmering?”

“What?”

“Shimmering,” Yusuf decides, peering into Nicolò’s eyes. “Yes. Limpid would be too pretentious, I think.”

And that’s pretty much that – we don’t actually get the plot with Merrick the Sea Witch because Yusuf only has eyes for one weird-looking white guy. Also, his one artistic failing is that he's tone deaf.

They do eventually kill Merrick because true love wins out and we are all about those happy endings, Grimm’s can suck it, etcetera, so Nicolò gets his immortality and his siren song back. He’s also back to being a merman, but Yusuf does not care. “I could paint your beautiful tail for the rest of my life, my love, and still fail to capture the luminous iridescence of you,” he murmurs, stroking said tail with tender fingers. The last person to touch Nicolò’s tail got his hand bitten off. Here and now, Nicolò runs his claws through Yusuf’s hair, clicking deep and happy in his throat.

(“This is weird, right?” Quỳnh asks from where she and Andy are busy scraping evil kraken guts off their armor, a prudent distance down the beach from the lovers. “I’m not the only one who thinks it’s weird?”

Andy says nothing, just offers Quỳnh the rest of her bottle of vodka. This is why Quỳnh loves her so.)

(The wedding is a nightmare, at least according to the palace chef charged with cooking the wedding feast. “What is this, this, abomination? What in heaven’s name have you brought into my kitchen!”

“Tubeworm,” Booker says. “Considered a fine delicacy among our people. Don’t worry about it.”)

#the old guard #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #kaysanova #disney princess au #by lazaefair

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claudiasjeancregg · 3 years

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I hope this helps with the stress at least just a little bit <3 and I do understand wanting to write but not being able to, so if you want, write as much as you want with (specially 12!). So. Here we go! 14, 13, 12, 10, 1!

hey ariel thank you so much this literally made my entire day, i wrote a fucking essay so here goes.

1. favorite episode

EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN, institutional memory, the supremes, drought conditions, holy night, the inauguration episodes, the midterms, noël... all of them. just. ALL OF THEM

10. something you wish had happened

oh my god SO MANY THINGS!!! cj/toby kissing in the 7.21 scene would have saved my entire soul, or really just a kiss at any point. i just wanted them to ADDRESS THE CHEMISTRY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? just confirmation that they dated at one point, or hooked up occasionally... god. ANYTHING! more canon specific, i really wanted a scene of donna in therapy or talking to josh about the ptsd / trauma she undoubtedly faced after gaza. when they F I N A L L Y got together, i wish they had more of a conversation about why she quit! because she HAD GOOD REASON to do it, and i wish had talked about how he had treated her after gaza. also, seeing how cj and toby had dealt with rosslyn, and more conversations about cj getting the COS role over josh and how he forgave her for that. just. MORE FOUND FAMILY CONTENT GODDAMNIT i could watch entire episodes of the senior staff + donna just hanging out, i love them to death. LAST ONE I PROMISE- CJ HAVING FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS. or friendships, period. god, i would have died for some amy + cj content swapping stories and making sarcastic jokes, cj helping amy to adapt to the white house after being in a different environment her whole career. CJ AND ANDY! i mean i ship the ot3 and cjandy to death, but even as friends! donna and cj!! the assistants all being friends! just. let these tired women have friends, that’s all i want.

12. headcanon(s)

yeah, i’ve... basically covered these BUT i always have more!!

first off- BISEXUAL CJ. bi cj!!!! it’s canon in my heart. this next one is less of a headcanon and more of a dream, but the ot3! cj/toby/andy is my favorite thing in the world and i love the three of them.

i think cj and josh were a lot closer than we see, and i have many feelings about them sort of being siblings.

also, hc that cj and toby ended up together after the show BECAUSE I NEED IT.

um, donna went to therapy! i feel like the show largely ignored the fact that she was the only one in the car who survived!! and so did josh, especially after he realized a part of the way he treated her after gaza was bc of his guilt about sending her there in the first place, and then donna almost dying.

okay let’s see... 50% of my brain is thinking of tww headcanons at any given moment so-

huck and molly grow up with auntie cj, who wishes she could be more of a parent but is so, so, so thankful for what she gets. i didn't really think cj wanted to get pregnant and have kids, especially with danny, but the show really threw that in there at the last moment lol. the reason for this is NOT “she’s too focused on her career,” trust me. i actually think cj’s mom died from breast cancer when she was pretty young, about 13. it’s heartbreaking, and miserable, and cj doesn’t smile for a month after. her dad was at a complete loss as to how to help her, since he was still dealing with it too. so for about half a year they co-existed in the same house, barely speaking. cj’s passion for politics and journalism eventually led her to come out of her shell more, about a year later, but she didn’t come back to the joyful person she used to be until college. she’s deathly afraid of passing the cancer gene onto her kids, which is why in my brain, the ot3 always had plans for kids but andy was going to get pregnant. (i talk about cj’s thoughts on actual canon andy’s pregnancy so much in my fic, so i should probably shut up now.) also i really think cj works herself to the bone after becoming COS, especially after toby leaves. he was the only thing keeping her from self-destructing, making her sleep and eat and remember to function. i can’t get over allison janney’s acting, the way you FEEL cj’s exhaustion. she has... no self- preservational instincts when it comes to doing her job as well as she can, and that really hurts her mental health, and like. SANITY. charlie and margaret know this and this duo practically running the white house might be my favorite thing about season 7. also HOW DID THIS TURN INTO ONLY CJ HEADCANONS i have so many other ones!)

QUEER ELLIE BARTLET how could i forget? my random desire for ellie/mallory has no canon basis but i’m obsessed with them. tbh, i’m obsessed with all f/f west wing ships.

josh definitely has anxiety, that’s kind of canon. donna helps him manage it but after she leaves, his panic attacks become a lot more frequent and he forgets to take care of himself. also, i think cj has anxiety too.

WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THIS A PLACE FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT DONNA AND TOBY?!! aleena has a soapbox and she can’t stop, i’m sorry. okay so donna and toby are my favorite unlikely tww friendship, and i’m going to limit this to a few sentences but i will talk about this whenever anyone gives me an opportunity to. BASICALLY donna is the only person who doesn’t take any of toby’s bullshit, (who isn’t in love with him) and he underestimates her at first, yeah, but he is one of the first people to realize donna’s potential. and they have some very good, very small moments where he really sees her strength and she sees that he’s more than the stubborn grump he pretends to be.

i have so many headcanons about josh and toby, and cj and toby, and josh and donna, and cj and donna, and TOBY AND DONNA. josh teasing toby about cj. toby making fun of donna for being in love with josh because he says she’s too good for him but he loves josh like a brother despite what he says. HE SHOWS HER BABY PICTURES AND SHE GUSHES OVER THEM i don't make the rules!!!! anyways that’s NOT all of my headcanons, i just don't want to make you guys read any more lmao. thank you so much for indulging me, i would be thrilled to talk about more of these or to hear more of your headcanons! (this goes for anyone btw) THAT WAS SO LONG AHH.

13. character you wish you could be / aspire to be

cj cregg

14. on-screen crush

yeah, i’m a simple bisexual. cj cregg.

THAT WAS INSANELY LONG BUT SO FUN FOR ME, THANK YOU!!!

#aleena answers #tww #tww headcanons #tww ideas #the west wing #ariel tag #aleena rambles

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 4 years

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1-36 ALL OF EM. ALL OF EM.

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR, BRO. ALL FANDOMS.

1. First ship you remember

Peter Pan/Wendy Darling (Disney’s Peter Pan) is my best guess as far back as I can remember. That’s the original OTP next to Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle (DCU) and Ariel/Prince Eric (Disney’s The Little Mermaid).

2. Your newest ship

Hmmm,,, I haven’t really watched anything new,,,,,,, but I mean I did get into Geralt/Jaskier (Netflix’s The Witcher) recently. I really like them.

3. Favourite ship ever

STARES LONGINGLY AT PETER/WENDY

I go between them and Mulan/Li Shang (Disney’s Mulan) and Korra/Asami Sato (Avatar: Legend of Korra) and Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov (Yuuri On Ice) and Arya Stark/Gendry Waters (GOT/ASOIAF) for my favorite ships of all time

4. Favourite m/f ship

I grew up on the His Dark Materials books and I always was a Lyra Belaqua/Will Parry shipper and that has never ever changed. They’re so sweet. I WOULD LIKE PHILIP PULLMAN TO BRING THEM IN THE NEXT BOOK THAT IS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT. DO NOT FUCK AROUND.

5. Favourite m/m ship

you really can’t wrong with Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura (Banana Fish) except you can and I don’t care,,,, everyone’s alive and fine and not depressed,,,,,,,

6. Favourite f/f ship

do you know how much my heart broke when they refused to do Emma Swan/Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time) EVEN THOUGH everything in canon said they were True Love????? now I’m just pissed,,,,, I can’t let go of them

7.Most innocent ship

OH GOD,,, KATARA/AANG (AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER). THE FLUFFIEST. THE HAPPIEST. THE SWEETEST BABIES.

8.Most fluffy ship

WHAT DID I LITERALLY JUST SAY???

9.Most angsty ship

good god it’s Clarke Griffin/Lexa (The 100) but I still love them and I know I wasn’t THERE for Lexa dying but I’m STILL livid about what they did and how they treated the LGBT+ community and I’m gonna throw hands,,,, ever since it happened and Clexa is mentioned in the show,,, it’s always so painful,,,,, Clarke is not letting Lexa go and tbh she shouldn’t and I’m gonna get mad again

10. Most smutty ship

Smut is optional, not a requirement for my ships.

11. Ship that you would never have wanted in canon but like in fanworks

I don’t fucking trust MCU so they can have none of my ships!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12. Character that you can only imagine in one ship

BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING.

13. Most shippable character

Merlin (BBC Merlin) and Harry Potter.

14. Character that you can’t imagine in any ship

Any character I don’t like.

15. Favourite poly ship

I love love love love Rey/Finn/Poe Dameron. Finnreypoe. Jedistormpilot. I fell in love with Rey/Finn and Finn/Poe through “The Force Awakens” and then saw in the novelization that there was hints of Rey/Poe Dameron and LATCHED onto it. Don’t even fight me with “The Rise Of Skywalker” because it was COMPLETELY a Jedistormpilot movie and that’s all I was there for. Those three characters.

16. Characters that you kinda ship but prefer as brotp FRIENDSHIP

since I think Katniss might be aroace,,, I wanna say Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark and don’t get wrong,,,, I do ship but more platonic ship

17. Characters that you ship and can’t imagine to be friends

Spike himself said that Buffy Summers/Angel (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) dynamic could never be friends and only friends and he’s right

18. Guilty pleasure ship

GUILT IS CRINGE!! CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD!!! YOU SHIP THINGS TO YOUR HEART’S DELIGHT!!!!! HAVE FUN!!!

19. Ship that you never expected to ship.

I was straightbaited by Black Sails while watching as it aired and never saw Captain James Flint/Thomas Hamilton coming,,,, or them unburying the gays,,,,, I thought the whole time Thomas and James were sharing Miranda,,,

20. Ship that you liked but don’t anymore

at one point I liked Callum/Soren (The Dragon Prince) but I’m over them and I’m over that show and I don’t support Aaron fucking Ehasz

21. Ship that one day you were thinking of and thought “wait,when I started shipping it?”

I DO THAT LITERALLY WITH EVERY SHIP I HAVE

22. Ship that you immediately fall in love with after one scene despite not considering it before.

aahhhh I saw Toni Topez interact with Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale after their confrontation which was like,,,, the first time they ever spoke to each other,,,, but then the diner scene happened, and now I ship them. And they’re canon.

23. Poly ship that you ship despite not shipping some of the characters in it outside of poly ship.

I only ship Ryn/Maddie Bishop/Ben Powell with each other. That’s it. IT’S A CANON INTERRACIAL LGBT+ SHIP. IT’S REAL. I’M SO HAPPY.

24. Biggest notp

Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (DCU),,,,, oooh don’t get me fucking started

25. Favourite foe yay ship

L/Light (Death Note). That’s a classic. I know Light made sure his ass was murdered but c’mon,,, c’mon,,,, THE CREDITS TO THE LAST EPISODE THO??? DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT???? THAT WAS GAY AS HELL.

26. Characters that you like in every dynamic (lovers,friends,enemies)

we gotta go with Doctor/Master (Doctor Who),,, they’ve been all three,,,,, nobody can tell me otherwise and that’s the beauty of these two! My favorite versions are 1) Thirteen/Dhawan!Master, 2) Ten/Simms!Master, and 3) Twelve/Missy and if you add Simms!Master with the last one then it’s GOLDEN

27. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you do

I saw gifs and things of Anne Lister/Ann Walker (Gentleman Jack) before I started watching and I already knew I was gonna fall in love AND I DID

28. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you don’t

this might be a weird one but I really thought I was gonna ship Victor Van Dort/Victoria Everglot or Victor Van Dort/Emily (Corpse Bride) and I just didn’t for either of them. I DO HOWEVER SHIP EMILY/VICTORIA EVERGLOT.

29. Favourite crossover ship

OHHHHH we gotta go with Kate Kane/Kara Danvers (Arrowverse) like look at them look at the gay it’s like SuperBat but the female millennial version

30. Favourite canon ship

Princess Bubblegum/Marceline (Adventure Time)! I’m overjoyed they are canon! I’m not done watching all of this show but still,,,,, and that means we can get Prince Gumball/Marshall Lee to be confirmed canon too?? Yes??

31. Favourite non-canon ship

I know we can’t like CONFIRM in canon but Frodo Baggins/Samewise Gamgee are in love and there’s no denying this. They’re canon enough to me.

32. Favourite ship for hurt-comfort

All of my ships are good for hurt/comfort and whump. I don’t discriminate.

33. Ship that you ship in one installment of franchise but not in other (for example in movie,but not in the book this movie is based on)

I ship Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling in the movies for Hannibal related things, even though Will Graham exists in them, but I ship Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham for NBC’s Hannibal 100% and won’t ship them with anyone else

34. Ship that you never expected to ship when you were younger but here you are

I never expected to ship Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger all together years down the road,,,,, since as a kid I flip-flopped between Ron/Hermione & Harry/Me,,,, er,,,,,,,,, I mean Harry/My OC That Was Definitely Not Me At All and Harry/Hermione but here we are

35. Ship that you have kinda love/hate relationship with

right now it’s Rue Bennett/Jules Vaughn (HBO’s Euphoria) because they’re so cute,,, they really are,,, but they can be so bad together and I hate that! I just want it to work out but Jules doesn’t understand her own feelings,,, and is kinda fucking around with Rue’s feelings,,,,,, and Rue needs to deal with her drug addiction problems first,,,, but let’s see what happens for Season 2

36. Characters that you can’t decide if you prefer as ship or brotp

okay FIRST OFF we don’t “brotp” anything no more because the term was created with homophobic connotations so replace it with “friendship” and honestly I can’t decide if I like Lucifer/Chloe Decker (Netflix’s Lucifer) as a romantic or platonic ship or somewhere between. I haven’t decided.

#ask #glove23 #long post

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donteattheappleshook · 4 years

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Stone Hearts Chapter 12/13

Here we are, the last chapter (minus the epilogue). Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me and this story for so long, even when I was going months/years between updates. Finishing this fic is one of the raddest things I've ever done and I couldn't have done it without all the support. Your reblogs and likes and flails kept me going so thank you all <3

Summary:

Emma should have known. She should have known that they couldn’t just go to the underworld and not suffer any consequences. She should have known they’d bring something back with them.

Cannon Divergent after 5x21 Last Rites. No Hyde. No serum. No Evil Queen split. No prophecy. No season 6.

Read from the beginning on Ao3 or FFn because tumblr eats all my italics.

Rated M

Chapter 12

“Ariel, what the fuck!” Emma shouted, already feeling the magic burning in her fingers, the fire ready to come out at any moment. But she held herself back. Ariel had his heart in her hand, right there in front of her. It was red, glowing, and bright with the tiniest swirl of darkness in the middle. There was no stone to be seen.

Killian was hunched over beside Emma, bent in pain, his hand clutching at his chest, shock and betrayal written on his features. Emma reached out for him, grabbed hold of him and held him close, trying to shield him from the woman who had ripped out his heart. But it was useless, Ariel didn’t need to be anywhere near Killian to hurt him now.

The smile on her face was twisted, evil the likes of which Emma had only seen once before. And she had seen her fair share of evil.

“So you broke my curse,” she said. “Good for you.”

What? Emma’s eyes widened as Belle and Tink joined her at her side, Tink grabbing Kilian’s sword from his hip and pointing it at the mermaid. Ariel gave a dismissive flick of her hand and the weapon went sailing across the room.

They all watched in horror as Ariel shifted before them, her features warping and changing until it was no longer her standing before them. It was the King. How, Emma thought as she remembered Hook’s reaction to her earlier. How had they not figured it out? She glanced at Belle who looked as terrified and struck dumb as she felt. But the King had known about Killian, about the ship, about Blackbeard - and clearly a great many other things if he’d managed to fool Belle. How -

“Rumple,” Belle said and her voice betrayed, resigned.

“Yes, your husband was absolutely instrumental in helping me accomplish this little ruse,” The King smirked. “All that pillow talk about your friendship with the mermaid made for excellent backstory, really helped me sell the character, I think.”

“What do you want?” Tink demanded, her fists clenched, fury raging on her face.

“Nothing from you, my dear. I have exactly what I need.”

Leverage, Emma thought. Like Gold had with Henry, now the King had it with Killian, a way to control her, to get her to do what he wanted. She cast a glance at Killian, watched as his face shifted from pain to realisation to panic.

“Emma, don’t,” he warned. But she had to. To save him - she’d do whatever it took.

“Let him go,” she said and the King turned his attention to her, a bemused smile on his face. He cocked his head and Emma stepped forward, despite Kilian’s hand grabbing at her arm, trying to hold her back. “It’s my heart you want. Give me Killian’s and I’ll find a way to give you mine.”

“No!” Killian insisted but he was halted in his attempt to grab her, crying out as the King gave a little, almost experimental squeeze to the heart in his hand.

“Stop it!” Emma shouted, looking at where Killian now kneeled on the floor, struggling to catch his breath. Belle ran to him, trying to hold him up, unable to help. “I said I’ll give you what you want! You win! Just stop!”

“How very noble of you, Savior,” the King taunted. “But you’re right - I have won. I have exactly the heart I need.” Emma frowned at him, heart racing in her chest. No. It was her they needed. That’s what they’d said! That’s what the spell called for!

The King smiled again as he watched the confusion play on her face. “The heart that belongs to the product of true love,” he said and Emma felt the words echo in the hollow beats of her heart against her chest. “This pirate’s heart has belonged to you for a very long time, has it not?” he asked, looking down at Killian with false sympathy. “The true love of the product of true love… that’s a rare heart indeed. Worthless though when encased in stone.”

No, Emma thought. No, it couldn’t be him. Not after all of this, not after everything they’d gone through to get him back. To learn now that he’d have been safer if he stayed cursed. There had to be another way. Anything, she’d do anything to trade her heart for his, her life for his. Not Killian.

“Unfortunately we didn’t figure out that little riddle until after we’d cursed your captain here. Always so cryptic these dark spells. And infuriatingly irreversible. But Rumplestiltskin was convinced that if we just put the two of you together you’d find a way around it.”

The hospital, him standing guard, forcing them together again and again... It all made sense now. She’d thought it was some kind of game, some way for them to torture her, to manipulate her into doing what they wanted. But she’d been so wrong. It had all been planned, all a setup.

She thought of their escape from the emergency room, how easy it had been to get there, how Killian had somehow gotten to her despite her locking him in the cell. They hadn’t been followed. It had all been planned, organized and manipulated. It was so obvious now. And Ariel arrived in the tunnels at the same time she and Killian were put together. They’d been played for fools.

“And what do you know,” the King continued. “True love prevails!” He looked at her then, twisted, hollowed features filling with sick pleasure. “What a pity it has to be cut short.”

He closed his fist, crushing the heart in his hand. Killian let out a scream, a raw, primal thing the likes of which she’d never heard. And then he didn’t make any sound at all.

“No!” Emma screamed as Killian went limp in Belle’s arms. Her scream was deafening, echoing in her ears, over the rush of blood, over the hum of magic, over the emptiness, the silence in the room that hung like a physical presence. Frozen, powerless, Emma watched as the King raised his fist, tilted his head back and let the dust that had been Killian’s heart fall into his open mouth.

She collapsed to her knees beside the man she loved, the man that had been taken from her so many times, now lost to her in death once more. She was vaguely aware of the other women beside her, of their own cries of anguish and loss.

“Killian, no,” she sobbed, tears blurring her vision, her voice small and hoarse. Not again. Not now. The hollowness in her chest grew, ached and burned her as though it had been her own heart that had been ripped out. “No, please,” she whimpered. She took his face in her hands. “Please don’t leave me.” The warmth was already fading from his skin, a deathly paleness taking its place. She hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. After everything… he'd been taken from her again.

She pressed her lips to his, a desperate, last resort. But she knew it was pointless. There was no coming back from this. Their magic had run out. He was lost to her now - forever. And it was his fault. The King. This monster who had come into her life and ripped it apart, taken away everything she’d ever loved - her parents, her friends, Henry, and now Killian. He would pay. She would see him dead if it was the last thing she ever did.

She pressed her lips to Killian's once more, a goodbye, a promise. She ran her thumb over his cheek, traced his features, taking one last look at the face that had expressed such joy, such love, such playfulness and mischief, such pain, and such light even through the darkness. There was nothing there now. Only emptiness. All of that life, just gone - no, stolen. The King would pay. She rose to her feet, fingers burning.

“At last,” the King said, summoning his cauldron, the heavy, black vessel appearing before him. “The power to do as I please. No more infuriating laws, no more limitations. Death has been my enemy for far too long. I am the master of death now. It bends to me. I will be eternal.” He let the last bits of dust fall from his grasp into the cauldron.

He began to mutter under his breath, something lyrical and rhythmic, a language she hadn’t heard before. She watched for only a moment as the spaces between the tendons on his face and body, the places where the skin was stretched so thin it was nearly transparent, began to glow. Not the golden, healing glow of her magic before, but something ghoulish, ominous like a fog drifting in on a dark road.

Emma’s hands were burning, as was her heart - rage and fury and hatred and grief rushing through her so quickly she could barely tell one from the other, all of them mixing into one cruel, agonizing blur. She wanted revenge. She wanted to kill. She wanted to watch him suffer and die.

She could already feel the dark magic inside of her, the whispers in her ear that had never really left, egging her on, encouraging her. He’d killed him. He killed Killian. He took away everyone. He needs to pay.

“Emma,” she heard, the sound of her name breaking through the vicious thoughts swirling around in her head. It was Belle. “Don’t give in to it,” she said. “Darkness won’t defeat darkness.” She didn’t care. She was done trying to save everyone. She had only one goal now - since Killian’s heart had stopped beating.

The King continued his incantation, unbothered by what was going on around him. The arrogance, she thought, adding fuel to the fire as she raised her hands. She froze when Belle spoke again. “Think of Henry, Emma! Think of Killian. They wouldn’t want you to do this. They wouldn’t want you to give in.”

But it was too late. Too late to save either of them. Killian was dead and Henry was lost to her forever now. She didn’t expect to survive this battle, regardless of what she did, of what happened, so that little hope that she’d only just discovered, the possibility of the new life she and Killian had made - it would be gone too. She was tired of the light. The light had brought her nothing.

The magic poured out of her, burning through her body, feeding on the pain and the anger. The King went sailing across the room, blasted back by the onslaught of dark magic that had escaped her. He at least had the decency to look shocked as he hit the wall behind him, collapsing. But then his shock turned into a grin as he rose to his feet, prepared for a fight.

Emma didn’t give him the time, a roar bursting from her as she blasted him again. He was ready this time, his own magic meeting hers, both of them at a standstill, their power mingling and burning between them.

“I underestimated you, Savior,” he taunted. His own magic pushed hers back just a fraction, and Emma growled again, sweat beading on her forehead with the effort to hold him back. She pushed, raged, fought with everything she had, drew all of her strength, and still he overpowered her. He was stronger. His hate and his darkness greater than hers. She couldn’t win. This was it. She’d follow Killian, and then Belle and Tink would be left to fend for themselves.

She felt her magic weaken as the fight started to fade out of her, as her rage was replaced with hopelessness. She looked at Killian over her shoulder, looked at Belle and Tink who were watching her with frightened, helpless expressions. She’d failed them. She was going to die, they were all going to die, and it was because she’d failed them in this moment. She could feel the King's magic now, so close, overwhelming her own, inches from her face. She nearly collapsed under the weight of it.

She met Tink’s eye. She could tell that she had accepted her fate as well, but she was going to fight longer. The fairy looked at her imploringly and put her hand on Killian’s shoulder. “Love and revenge,” she said. Emma remembered then, the words Killian had told her once, long after they’d found their way to each other, a night when he shared with her some of the darker times from his past. He’d had a code, been single-minded. I’d risk my life for two things - love and revenge.

"Choose love," Tink said. She followed Tink’s hand with her eyes, looked at the man she was holding on to. The King’s magic had nearly engulfed her own now, the power overwhelming, strong and terrifying. Tink was right, Killian was right. If she was going to die, if she was going to go down, then she had to go down fighting. And she’d rather die fighting for love than for revenge.

She shut her eyes, looking at him would bring back the pain, the anger, the vengeance. She thought of Killian, of the time they'd had together. It had been too short, cruelly, unfairly so, but it had been full of more love than most could dream of knowing in a lifetime. She knew that no matter what happened, that love, unwavering and constant, would be with her forever. She thought of Henry, of her parents, she’d only had them for a short time as well, but they’d changed her life, saved it, made it better.

She had been alone for decades, but in the years since she’d found them, all of them, even the people of Storybrooke who drove her insane half the time, her friends, she’d been more loved than anyone had a right to be. She’d had a family, she’d had a home, she’d had true love - how many people got to have all that? She’d been lucky, to be loved enough for a lifetime and to love back just as strongly.

She’d had to learn how to love like that, be taught how, taught that it was alright to open herself up to others, to hope, believe and to love. Yes, love hurt, love had the power to destroy you, but as she thought of the way Killian had fought his way into her heart, had taught her to see herself differently through his love, to love herself, and to love him… Love was strength. And she would fight for it until her last breath.

Emma felt when her magic changed, felt the light wash through her, clear away the darkness, cleanse it from her bones. It lifted her, took the weakness of her muscles and renewed them, swelled in her heart and her body like a physical embodiment of the strength she’d found in her love for Killian and her family. She stood taller, watched as the King’s grin wavered as her magic changed, as it pushed back, slowly swallowing the darkness. She nearly smiled as his face turned worried, anxiety clear as she stepped forward and he stumbled for a moment, nearly knocked back in the effort to hold her off.

“You’ve taken everyone from me,” she told him, feeling the anger flicker for a moment, but the light was too strong, love more powerful, prevailing despite it. “But you won’t win. Darkness is empty, I know, I’ve felt it.” She pushed again and he stumbled back a step. “It’s weak. You’re alone. We’re not.” Belle and Tink were at her side now. They put their hands on her shoulders and she felt their support, felt it fuel her.

The King grinned again but it was weakened by the effort on his face as he struggled to hold her off, the upticked corner of his pale, thin lips wobbling under the strain. “Ah, but you see,” he said, his voice shaking slightly as he panted. “I’m not alone.”

Emma barely had time to look over, barely had time to hear the malicious, gleeful giggle before another beam of dark magic was shot at her. She’d have taken the blow, would have been knocked down, killed probably, but Tink stepped in front of her. The fairy released a force of green light, a shield, and Gold’s magic was refracted, bouncing off of it and into a corner of the tunnel.

Tink collapsed, panting on hands and knees. The bit of magic she’d had, the bit she’d sacrificed, had drained her. She knew Tink only had small amounts of power now, had only just started to get it back. She’d risked her life - but it had been enough. Emma swung one of her hands over to where Gold stood, attempting to blast him back but he was too quick, meeting her magic with his own.

She was fighting two wars now. One with the King and one with the Dark One. Her magic held strong for now, but she could feel the strain that holding them both off was putting on her - the toll it was taking. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hold them both off. She had to get the others to safety. She hoped that Gold still had enough humanity in him that he wouldn’t hurt Belle, even in trying to thwart her escape.

“Belle,” she shouted and she could hear the way her voice wavered. “Get Tink out of here. Get somewhere safe.” They ignored her. Belle grabbed Tink but rather than leave, they made their way to one of the stock piles, searching.

Gold’s attention was turned, only for a moment as he followed Belle’s movement, but it was just long enough for Emma to gain the upper hand, to throw her arm forward and overtake his magic for a moment. He hit the wall behind him with a sickening sound. He wasn’t down for long though.

Emma barely had time to focus her magic back on the King, to double down before Gold was standing, anger and something vicious in his eyes. She watched as his fingers moved intricately, conjuring something that she was sure she’d be no match for - light magic or not. He was only just preparing his attack when Belle threw herself between them - the third person today to risk their safety - their lives - for her. She was loved.

Gold hesitated, anger and doubt flickering back and forth in his expression, fighting one another. She saw his brow pull up as Belle stepped forward, held her hands out and spoke his name softly.

“Rumple,” she said. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll - I’ll come back. We both will. Me and the baby. We’ll find our way back to loving each other again. But not if you do this. If you do this, you’ll lose me forever. No spell will change that.” She was only a few feet away from him now and he was watching her with trepidation - like he really wanted to believe what she said.

Emma focused all her efforts on the King. With only him to worry about she began to win again, enjoyed the nervous look on his face as he took another step back. She’d only gained a few inches, but it was something.

“Rumple, don’t do this. Choose us,” she heard Belle say. She could see her out of the corner of her eye, saw her reach Gold and put her hands on his shoulders. She saw Gold hesitate again, watching Belle, unsure but clearly wanting to hope as Belle wrapped her arms around his neck.

She barely heard Belle’s whispered ‘I’m sorry’ before she opened her hand and emptied a vial over him. Gold’s face flickered with surprise, with confusion, and then with betrayal - but only for a second before his entire body froze. Squid ink. Belle was a fucking genius.

“Tink, now!” the woman shouted and Tink stood before Rumple, shaky but determined. She held Pandora’s box out in front of her. They'd planned for this. Tink waved her hand, her brow pulling in pain as she pushed herself just a little too far. The box opened and Belle stepped back. Gold gave her one last look, something dark in his expression, before he was pulled into the box. It locked. Tink collapsed at Belle’s feet, her eyes closed, unmoving.

Belle knelt beside her, and Emma hoped she found a pulse, hoped that Tink would be alright. Belle looked at her then and the lack of anguish on her face gave Emma hope. She watched Emma and the King for a moment, looked at both of them, and then between them. Emma could barely focus on her, using every bit of her concentration to hold off the King’s magic.

“Emma!” Belle shouted. “Emma, it’s the cauldron!” The King snarled, turned a hand to attack Belle, to silence her, but she managed to duck out of the way, his own focus too divided to aim true. “He’s drawing his power from it!” Belle shouted.

Emma glanced at her, then at the cauldron. It was faint, but after a moment she saw it, saw what Belle must have seen. There was a pale ribbon of magic connecting the King and the vessel - a teather, some sort of magical umbilical cord, linking them. The way the King had reacted to Belle’s warning only confirmed their suspicions. She had to get the cauldron, had to destroy it. But how? How could she destroy it without giving up her current fight with him, without letting him win, without putting Belle and Tink in danger?

The gleam of metal caught her eye and she looked to the left of the King, just beyond where her friends were. Belle followed her gaze, saw it too. The sword. Killian’s sword. Belle dashed for it, grabbing hold of the hilt and sliding it across the stone floor where it stopped by Emma’s feet, by Killian’s body.

With all of her might, Emma leaned into her magic, angled it, moved his, and both beams shot down the empty passage. The King paused in shock at his magic being ripped away from him. Emma had to be quick. Before he had time to shake himself out of it, to attack again, Emma dove for the sword, rolling to face him. She threw it with all of her strength. The way she had learned, the way her father had before her.

A sickening sound echoed as the sword pierced through the King, pinning him to the stone behind him. It wasn’t the sound of flesh being sliced, it was wrong, hollow, inhuman. Emma wondered how close to death he was already, how much borrowed time he was living on, what he’d done to his body, to his soul to achieve this half-life, the mummified skin, the horns, the hollow eyes. He’d strayed too far from whoever - whatever he’d been once.

Emma turned her magic on the cauldron as the King sputtered for a second, but there was more annoyance on his face that fear, than pain. The cauldron stood strong. She hit it again and again, but nothing happened.

“You stupid girl!” The King cursed, angry now. “You think you can stop me? Kill me? You are nothing, a child. I am timeless and you will bow to me as all others did before you!” He reached for the sword in his chest, pulled, and it made a sickening sound, stone and metal mixed with bone and skin. “Try all you will,” he taunted. “You will never destroy it.”

“An enchanted object,” Belle muttered before repeating it, shouting it. “Emma! An enchanted object can only be destroyed by another.” She looked beside Emma. “Killian!”

His hook. Hades had enchanted Killian’s hook in the Underworld. It had been meant as a way to trap him. Perhaps now it could set them all free. She hoped there was still enough, that somehow the enchantment held, that even the barest amount would still cling to it. Magic didn’t die easily.

She knelt beside him. She didn’t have the time, she could hear that the King had almost freed himself, could hear Belle’s warning call, but she needed it. She brushed the hair from his forehead, took in his features again, fought the tears that swelled in her eyes. Even amists the battle, even when her life was at risk, she loved him and that feeling wouldn’t be ignored.

“Looks like you’re gonna save me one more time,” she said before twisting the hook from his brace. In some strange way, she felt they were doing this together and it brought her a sense of peace, of rightness.

The King pulled the sword from his chest and it clattered to the ground beside him. He raised a hand to strike but Emma was faster, throwing one, concentrated bolt of magic at him, enough to wind him, to slow him. In three, quick strides she dashed across the room to the cauldron. She heard his screamed ‘No!’ as she raised the hook and smashed the point into the side of the bowl with as much force as she could muster.

It shattered, breaking into pieces as the contents spilled out onto the ground, ran across the floor like a river splashing at her feet. The King screamed again, a visceral, inhuman sound as the smoglike glow began to emanate from him again. But this time it was different, it consumed him, burning him from the inside out.

She felt as though everything was happening in slow motion, his scream echoing against the walls of the tunnel as the morbid scene played out in front of her. She watched as the paperlike flesh of his skin fell away leaving behind only bone, before that too, turned to dust. The last thing to fall were his horns, clattering to the ground, holding on a moment longer as though they’d not truly been a part of him, before turning to ash.

It was over. They’d won. Just like that. The King was defeated, Gold trapped. Silence hung heavy in the room as she and Belle sat motionless, having trouble believing it was real. Tink still lay silent beside them, as did Killian. The only difference was that Tink would wake again. Killian wouldn't.

She went over to him, crumbled to the ground next to him, exhausted, drained, heartbroken. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, the tears fell freely from her eyes, the pain and the grief wracked her body as she knelt next to the man she loved.

“I’m so sorry,” she said through her heavy sobs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry I brought you back for this, put you in danger. I’m so sorry. If I had figured it out…” she couldn’t speak anymore, her pain overwhelming her. She tried to steady it with a deep breath but it shook as she inhaled. But she needed to speak, needed to plead with him. “Please come back to me, Killian,” she begged. “I’ll do anything. Please. Just… fight this. Come back to me.”

But it was useless. She was asking him to fight death. She didn’t think a man could do that more than once in his life. And this time there were no dark curses, no gods to send him back where he belonged. There was only them, there was only this.

She felt Belle’s hand on her back, felt her wrap her arms around her shoulders and Emma fell into it, let herself be held, let herself be comforted. But she would find no comfort. Nothing would make this better. The only thing that would make her feel whole again was Killian. And she couldn’t have him.

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” Belle said and she could hear the tears in her friend’s voice as well.

“There has to be something we can do,” Emma insisted, but it came out weak, flat and defeated. “Belle, please. In all of your books, all of Gold’s spells. Was there anything at all?”

Belle shook her head, looking heartbroken. “Not for this.”

“Take mine,” she said, desperate. “Take mine and give it to him. Use the hook, use anything.”

“You’ll die, Emma.” So what. She didn’t care. Not if he would live. Her disregard must have shown on her face because Belle frowned at her. “Would you really do that to Henry?” she asked sternly, trying to force her back into reality. “To your parents? What about Killian’s baby - your baby?”

“We don’t even know if -”

“What if you are? Would you do that to him? To it? To any of them?”

Emma’s shoulders fell. “No.” She still needed something. She didn’t care if this was the goddamn first stage of grief, she wasn’t ready. Not with all the magic that existed, with all the power that she had, that the world had - there had to be a way to save him. He’d fought so hard to come back to her, had defied all the odds. He deserved better than this. She needed better than this.

“Half of it then,” she said, hope building again. It hadn't worked in the Underworld but that was because he’d been dead too long. Maybe if they were quick -

“You’re heart’s still protected, Emma,” Belle said sadly. Emma knew she wanted there to be a way nearly as much as she did. But Belle was a realist in this moment where Emma couldn’t be. Her grief - her love - wouldn’t let her.

But she had removed it once. In the Underworld before the failed heart split. She’d asked Regina about that too, about why she’d been able to remove her heart then. She hadn’t known. She’d been pretty sure that it had something to do with the way magic worked in the Underworld. Perhaps since she wasn’t in the land of the living the magic that protected her life hadn’t worked.

They’d tried since, to test the spell, to see if it was a risk she or Henry would have to face. Regina had been extremely annoyed when the protection spell had blasted her back almost ten feet. What she wouldn’t give for a little Underworld magic right now. But if it had been possible once it had to be possible now. There had to be a way.

She tried to think, through the fog of emotion, tried to use logic and reason. To understand magic? a snide voice in her head commented. But she had to. She had to… she had to think like Killian. Killian who understood magic, who believed in hers, who would find a way to fix this, would believe in their love enough to find a way.

Something irked at the back of her mind, something he’d said once. She could see it so clearly. He was sitting on the couch, a ring held between his fingers as he scratched behind his ear. He’d been embarrassed, he’d been talking to her father - about her. He’d been embarrassed because David had been proud of him for becoming someone willing to give his heart to her. What had he said? His exact words they - it dawned on her then.

Anyone can give their heart away if they truly wish to.

That was it. It hadn't been any Underworld magic, nothing about her body or her power not being able to protect her. It had been this - it had been love. Nobody had been trying to steal her heart then. She’d been trying to give it away, trying to save him, save the man she loved. That was the difference. The spell prevented anyone from taking her heart - even she couldn’t take it if she was being forced or under duress or unwilling. But to give it away - to give it to someone she loved… that wasn’t something she needed protecting from.

She looked at him, a small, hopeful smile breaking out on her wet lips and cheeks. She touched his face again, put her hand over his chest. He’d already held her heart for a long time. The King had said that Killian’s heart belonged to her and he’d been right. But her heart wasn’t just hers either - it belonged to Killian too - it was just time to make that a little more literal.

Emma put her hands to her chest, took a deep breath as she felt only a second’s resistance, her body’s immediate reaction to a possible threat, protecting itself like it was supposed to. But she let herself relax. This wasn’t a threat. This was love.

“Emma, what-” Belle started but she grew silent as a soft white light shone from Emma’s chest. She could feel the spell opening up, letting her in, like her magic understood what she was doing - why she was doing it. Her magic was fueled by love, her heart protected by love, and so it recognized it too.

There was no pain, no harsh jolt like when Regina had taken her heart. Her hands sunk in and found it, warm and beating and glowing red as she held it out in front of her.

“How?” Belle asked in amazement.

Emma smiled. “Like you said. True love really is the most powerful magic in the world.”

As carefully as she could, she took hold of either side of the heart, turned it, keeping her intent in mind, remembering why she was splitting it. It came apart easily, two halves of a whole. She placed one half on his chest, asked him quietly just once more to come back to her, before she pushed it in. A small tear or relief rolled down her cheek when he accepted it easily.

It felt strange, but only because it didn’t feel strange. She thought that she’d feel a part of her heart leave her, that she’d feel something missing. But there was none of that. Even as she replaced the other half in her own chest, she thought it might feel incomplete. But she should have known better. The other half was right where it belonged, where it had always been meant to be.

There was a long, heavy pause as she waited, as Killian remained still, silent, pale. But she forced herself to hold on to hope, to believe in him, to believe in them, trust their love and know that it would find its way. After a moment, she saw the colour come back to his face, the rosy flush that she loved so much returning to his cheeks. She could feel his warmth under her palm where it lay on his bare chest.

He gasped, a loud, heavy, coughing wheeze. It was the best sound Emma had ever heard. He bowed forward, his shoulders lifting from the ground as he clutched at his chest, a moment of panic in his eyes before they darted around and settled on her. He relaxed.

“Swan?” he asked for the second time that day and Emma laughed because it was all she could do not to cry. She cried anyway. She nodded, throwing herself into his arms, holding him tight, her fingers finding their way into his hair as she buried her face in his neck. He sat up, wrapping her tightly in his grasp, his hands rubbing soothingly over her back - as though she were the one that should be comforted.

“Swan,” he started again, and she pulled back to look at him. He was frowning, a little confused and unsure - he looked a little like Hook, she realised and her heart fluttered. He really was all the versions of himself. And she loved every single one. “Did I die again?” he asked.

She laughed, a full-bellied, joy-filled sound. She took his face between her hands, kissed him to his surprise but not to his displeasure as he kissed her back eagerly. “Just for a little while,” she assured him when they broke apart. He smiled, still looking a little confused. She would explain it later. Right now she just wanted to enjoy this moment, be with him, appreciate the fact that she was holding him in her arms again, that he was breathing, smiling, alive and him.

“The King?” he asked hesitantly, eyes looking around the room for any threat. “Gold?”

She shook her head. “We defeated them,” she told him. “With this,” she held up his hook and his eyes widened in surprise and maybe a little disbelief. Emma took his brace in her hand, clicked the hook back into place, back where it belonged. His eyes widened again. “And Belle, and Tink… Ariel?” He looked unsure about the last name.

“They’re okay,” she assured him. Pointing at where Belle had returned to the fairy’s side - the fairy who was slowly starting to stir. “Tink’s a little worse for wear, but she’ll be okay. I’m pretty sure Ariel never even came to Storybrooke. She’s probably safe and sound on Hangman’s Island, completely unaware.”

He nodded again but then his eyes widened, panic and worry clear in them. “Henry?” He demanded. She knew his heart was racing - she could almost feel it in her own. It made her chest swell, as it always did, to know how much he cared for her son. He started stammering. “I - I remember he got out of the hospital… but then -”

“He’s safe,” she said, cutting him off, wanting to ease his fears. “Ruby took him over the town line.”

Only then did he finally, truly relax, his shoulders releasing the tension that she felt had been there for months. He looked at her then, really looked at her, and Emma nearly cried at the emotion that was so clear behind his eyes. He was back, he was really back and he was her Killian and he was real. His hand came to her cheek, thumb caressing her face before he kissed her. His lips moved over hers slowly, carefully, with a longing that screamed of lost time, of reunion - but most of all, of love.

He paused, not moving away from her but hesitating against her. His hand left her cheek, pressed to his chest and Emma pulled back, saw the confusion and the awe on his face. He looked at her in question, hand over the compass that lay over his heart - her heart - their heart. She gave him a little shrug. What else did he expect her to do? Just accept a world without him?

“I knew you’d do it, Emma,” he said softly. “All of it.” She smiled a little, cried a bit more, too emotional to have normal reactions to the things he said. She let her forehead fall against his. “I never doubted you for a second.”

Emma laughed. “You died,” she reminded him.

He smirked a little and looked at her with a raised brow. “Death cannot stop true love,” he quoted and she rolled her eyes. But he was waiting, proud of himself and insistent.

“All it can do is delay it for a while,” she finished begrudgingly, silently cursing Henry for ever showing him that movie, for telling him it was her favorite.

“That’s right,” he said before kissing her once again.

They stood, making their way over to Belle and Tink who were thrilled beyond belief that he’d survived. Tink cried but she blamed it on her exhausted state. Killian smirked but he let her have it.

Emma couldn’t stop touching him. She’d helped him up despite his insistence that he was fine, she’d held his hand as they walked over to their friends, curled herself against his side as they sat together now on the hard ground. She couldn’t. Now that she had him back she was never letting him go. She knew she would have to eventually, but it would be a long damn while and a lot of protests before she did.

The strangest thing happened then. Her phone rang. Perhaps that wasn’t strange given all that had happened to them these past few months. In any other life it would have been normal. But nobody had called her since the King attacked. Nobody had been left to call.

With disbelief and shaky hands Emma pulled her phone from her jacket pocket. It was wet, glitching but somehow it had survived their plunge into the ocean. She had ten missed calls, all from an unknown number that was calling her again. As though in a daze, she answered.

“Emma?” the voice on the other line cried desperately. She couldn’t believe it.

“Mom?” she asked, her voice breaking, a sob leaving her.

“Oh Emma!” Snow sighed. “David she’s here, I have her,” she heard her say. “Where are you?” she demanded. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine,” she insisted through a watery laugh.

“What about Henry? And Hook? And Ruby?”

“They’re safe. They’re all safe,” she assured her. “Mom are you… is the curse broken?” her voice broke. “Are you... you again?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I’m me. So is your father. Everyone is back.” Emma sobbed. They’d done it. Whether it was the kiss or destroying the cauldron, they’d broken the curse. Storybrooke was safe. The people she loved were safe. She had her family back. She heard a shuffling and suddenly David was on the line.

“Emma? Are you okay? Are you safe? Where are you? Where are Henry and Ruby? Is Hook with you? Is he alright?” Emma laughed as her Father asked her the exact same questions she’d just answered for her mother.

“Everything’s okay, Dad. I'll explain it all when we're together." Her heart lurched. They would be together. There was no doubt anymore. "Where should we meet you?” Arrangements were made and then Snow was back on the phone.

“Emma I’m so sorry,” she said and Emma didn’t understand. “The things I did. I -”

“Mom, no,” she stopped her. “You were cursed. It wasn’t you,” she sighed then, feeling terrible. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “The things I did to you. I should have believed in you, I -”

“Emma, you were protecting yourself and your son. I’d have done the same thing.”

She sniffled again. Emma knew that they would have more to talk about, that they would have to work through what had happened - that everyone in town would. A curse like this wasn’t something people got over easily. There would be memories and guilt and resentment…

None of that mattered now. Now, she had Killian by her side, and her parents voices in her ear. She would find Henry, find a way to make him forgive her and then she would have everything she needed - everything that mattered. And maybe, she thought, her hand drifting to her stomach, the possibility of something new that mattered. She saw Killian’s eyes cast sideways at her movement, saw the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips. He knew. He always knew.

Her life had been nothing but darkness and pain for too long. She’d been beat down and broken - hopeless and lost. But they’d won. She and Killian had won. They’d won by believing in each other, by trusting each other, regardless of time or place or curses. They’d won by never giving up on each other. No matter how close she’d come, he hadn’t let her. Love had won.

Killian raised her hand to his lips, placed a kiss on her knuckles and smiled knowingly. They’d found each other. True love had conquered even the cruelest of monsters and they’d found their way back to one another.

For the first time in a long time, Emma felt hope - hope without doubt and without fear. Regardless of what came next, she knew that they would finally have the happy ending they’d always wanted. This was only the beginning.

#stone hearts #cs fanfiction #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfic #captain swan fanfiction #cs canon divergence #captain swan canon divergence #ouat canon divergence #killian jones #emma swan #cs angst #captain swan angst

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Not Nineteen Forever (3) (Branjie/Scyvie)- Ortega

a/n: (Snoop Dogg voice) greetings, loved ones. welcome to part 3 of the self-indulgent chaos that is N19F! thank you so much for the ridiculously undeserved love for this fic, it’s fast becoming one of my favourites i’ve ever written. in this chapter there’s a group chat revelation, a disturbance in the library, and bonding over a Strongbow. also pls note this chapter isn’t very Scyvie-heavy so if you’re more into that then u could skip this one? idk, as always i know how to sell my fics well xo hope u enjoy and lmk what u think on here or over at @artificialortega! much love xxxxx

p.s. Vanjie’s clapback to the posh girl in the lib is credited to @djoodimattel (Luci on AQ). this was literally what she said to some girl that was staring her down and she is my abso hero so thank u Luce

Summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

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“Are you still mad at me?”

Brooke rolled her eyes and stared at Yvie. “I will be if you keep trying to talk to me while I’m in the middle of this.”

Yvie looked at her expectantly. There was a pause. “So is that a yes, or…?”

“So is that an apology, or…?” Brooke raised an eyebrow, then immediately cringed as Yvie exhaled loudly, causing several heads to turn their way.

“Oh my God, Brooke, I said sorry like the moment it happened,” she hissed in exasperation.

“You fell out with me in the smoking area because you said, oh…wasn’t it something along the lines of ‘I’m sorry for trying to speed up your relationship with Vanjie, you ungrateful bitch’?”

“It was ungrateful cunt, actually,” Yvie tapped away at her laptop and Brooke rolled her eyes. Stifling a smile, Yvie looked at her friend and then reached across to take her hand. “No, listen. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making that comment about you and Vanessa and I’m sorry for calling you an ungrateful cunt. They were both really out of line, uncool things to do. Can you please go back to normal with me before Nina goes into anaphylactic shock?”

Brooke laughed and squeezed Yvie’s hand. “Okay, fine. You’re forgiven. I’ll only bring it up like…seven more times to make you feel bad.”

Yvie chuckled. “Deal.”

Brooke turned back to her own laptop, her design in front of her but untouched for a solid forty minutes as her thoughts had swirled round her head. It was Monday, a new week, and the atmosphere in the flat had been tense over the weekend, as all three of the flatmates recovered from the aftermath of the scathing drunk row Brooke and Yvie had got into. Yvie hadn’t meant to make Brooke feel shit at pres on Friday, she was sure, but the comment still ran through her head and made her wince with cringe- unless your name’s Brooke or Vanessa. Okay, Yvie had almost definitely said it to take the heat off herself, but there had been absolutely no need. There was even less need to call Brooke a cunt, but Brooke knew Yvie had only done that because she felt bad and was covering up her own guilt with barbed attacks and a shit apology.

She couldn’t stay mad at Yvie, and she couldn’t dwell too much on the comment, not least because Brooke’s head had been occupied by something else that had happened, another drunk revelation that had knocked her for six.

“Brooke Lynn. Duh.”

The most fuckable person in the room, Plastique had asked, and Vanjie hadn’t held back on the answer. Brooke had barely been able to stop thinking about that information since it had been revealed, and it was somehow made worse by Vanjie being completely normal with her for the whole night they’d been out. Okay, for Vanjie, normal still meant cheek kisses and dancing too close and enough compliments to sink a ship with, but part of Brooke wished she had had the confidence to ask her what she’d meant to achieve with her answer. Part of Brooke wished she’d had the confidence to say Vanjie’s name when she’d been asked who she’d most like to fuck in the room, but Nina was a safe answer that deflected the implication. Scarlet was right, it had been a shit one, but a shit answer in a stressful drinking game was far more bearable than dealing with the fallout of an honest one. Part of Brooke- actually, all of Brooke- wished she had more confidence, period.

A sigh from beside her tugged Brooke out of her own head. Yvie was looking at her laptop with incredulity, as if it had done something to offend her. Brooke stifled a laugh. The library really showed you every possible variant of raw human emotion, and if her eyes needed a break she liked to just scan the room and watch people’s faces. Across from her, a boy had his head in his hands and was exhaling deeply. Just deleted the paragraph he’d spent six hours writing. Diagonally opposite, a girl was biting her lip and frowning. Just received an email from her tutor that provided absolutely zero help. The boy beside Yvie swigged from his second energy drink of the day. Right on the tailend of a brutal all-nighter for an essay he has to hand in at midday. It was peak uni, and she loved it.

Giving herself a shake, she turned back to the laptop screen. She had to get this finished so she could get a prototype done by at least the end of the week, and that would be one less thing to do on her now-mountainous list of deadlines. The minutes ticked by and she began to make slow progress. The issue with Brooke studying Fashion and Design was that she was a complete perfectionist and an overthinker, which was both a blessing and a curse when it came to designing things. The essays she could do- they were just her opinions backed up with some articles, and she could fire them off easily enough. Designing was trickier, and that was a problem considering it was what Brooke wanted to do when she left uni.

She was distracted by a flailing beside her from Yvie and a completely speaking-volume pitched “Oh my God” which was deafening on the silent floor. Brooke cringed as the pair received another judgemental look and Yvie tapped her finger against Brooke’s phone rapidly.

“Check the chat. Now,” Yvie not-quite-whispered, Brooke immediately following her instruction. A sick feeling built in her stomach as she opened up her phone, not knowing what to expect or if it was good or bad. She needn’t have worried though, as she opened the chat and saw what was there.

Plastique Bague: so um

Plastique Bague: this happened

Brooke clamped a hand to her mouth as a selfie of Plastique and her flatmate Ariel, naked from at least the chest up with the duvet over their chests, filled the screen. Plastique was pulling a comical smile and throwing up the peace sign, and Ariel was doing the same, but mid-laugh. Brooke looked to Yvie, who burst out into a hushed laugh.

“Oh my God,” Brooke gasped. She was close with Plastique- they’d been on the same course since first year- but she’d had no idea that Plastique even liked girls, never mind having designs on the girl she lived with. Brooke expressed this to Yvie, who snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Bitch, really? I’m starting to think it’s a legal requirement of our friendship group to be at least 20% gay.”

Brooke thought about the most boy-crazy, thirsty bitch she knew. “Silky?”

“Oh come on, we all know Silky would go there with Akeria if she was drunk enough,” Yvie shook her head, Brooke rubbing her forehead and trying to stop the conversation going down a path she didn’t want it to take. She looked back at the chat. There had been fifty new messages in the space of about three minutes.

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: BITCH

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: WHAT

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: THE

used Tampon: Omg Plastique!!!!!!!

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: ABSOLUTE

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: ENORMOUS

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: oh my god Plastique

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: GIANT

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: ASDDFGHHLLIUEW919191SJSJAAQUWE7FICKC

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: FUCK

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: ???????????

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: AKXICOOEOEOWQI2B33 4BRR9SOSSKCNVV

Dave the Laugh: please explain

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: ADDFKGLVLCOSAIQJAN

Dave the Laugh: please, please explain

used Tampon: Silky is your phone broken? xo

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: Haaaahahahahaha Scarlet

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Plastique you can’t just drop this information on us and not elaborate

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: I’m sure that’s a human rights law

Plastique Bague: i’m waiting until everyone’s here

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: FUCK THAT I WANT DETAILS IMMEDIATELY

Dave the Laugh: Nina will be teaching

Dave the Laugh: she doesn’t finish til 3

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: Am I FUCK waiting til 3!!!!!!!!!!!

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Oh hell no

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: DONT MAKE ME FIND U

Plastique Bague: u won’t be able to find me

Plastique Bague: i’m under her duvet xo

Dave the Laugh: please don’t

Plastique Bague: about to start round five xo

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

used Tampon: Round five oh my GOD!!!!

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: F

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: FIVE!!!!1111111

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: I

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: V

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Round FIVE what the hell have you been up to???

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: E

Plastique Bague: well

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Plastique Bague: came home from being out on Saturday morning

Dave the Laugh: oh shit here we go

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Strap in folks

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: Omg I’m so ready!!!!

Plastique Bague: and she’d been out as well so we were talking in her room

Plastique Bague: u know just flatmatey things

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: #justflatmateythings

Plastique Bague: i was telling her about the question game

Brooke joined in, completely amazed at the turn of events.

mose: This is all amazing Plastique I’m so proud

Plastique Bague: thank u mose

Plastique Bague: so i was telling her about that question u guys had asked about fantasising about a friend

Dave the Laugh: mose ahahaha

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: hey mose xoxoxoxo

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: Why do i still find mose so funny

Plastique Bague: and i was like to her have u ever thought about a friend like that

Plastique Bague: and she’s like

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: oh my god this is so intense i feel like i have to whisper

mose: WHISPER

mose: You're…typing

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: aasfgghjkl

Plastique Bague: i think it was because she was drunk

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: The only time Silk has ever typed in lowercase in her entire existence

Plastique Bague: but she was like yeah i’ve thought about you like that before!

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: !!!!!!!!!!

Plastique Bague: and i’m like…oh! have u now!

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: THIS IS TOO MUCH IM BACK TO SHOUTING

Dave the Laugh: this is so hot omg

mose: Oh my god get it girl!

Plastique Bague: and she’s like have u not thought about being with a girl ever? i’m like yeah but not with u bc ur my friend

Plastique Bague: (this was….a lie)

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: That’s a damn lie Plastique and you know it!!!!

Plastique Bague: she’s like well are u thinking about it now?

used Tampon: I can’t deal with this in ANY WAY!!!!!

mose: Bitch this is hot wtf she’s good at seduction

Plastique Bague: and then i was like well…yeah bc we’re talking about it

Plastique Bague: so then she’s like well do u wanna see what it’s like? i’m like…OKAY THEN

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Dave the Laugh: you did not actually respond to that with okay then

Dave the Laugh: tell me you didn’t

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: Okay then ahahaha you’re adorable

mose changed the nickname for Plastique Tiara Edwards to Okay Then.

Okay Then: no i just sort of started kissing her instead of replying

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: GET

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: IT

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: GIRL!!!

Okay Then: so four times over the weekend

Okay Then: i am…very bi

Okay Then: her mouth is amazing wtf

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: Omg my pussy just exploded

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: we don’t need that much detail thanks

Akeria Sainsburys Bag for Life: from either of u

mose: 2 kinds of people

Brooke turned away from her phone and looked at Yvie who looked back at her and laughed. Brooke screamed silently, her mouth wide.

“I can’t believe that’s happened,” she said, her voice excited but controlled in the silence of the library.

“It’s like…the juiciest thing to happen to any of us in months,” Yvie bounced in her chair, her laughter getting ever so slightly louder and causing more heads to turn at the odd sound. Opposite them, a boy got up and left.

“I’m so proud of her. I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“What, Ariel’s fingers?”

“Oh my GOD-” Brooke suddenly burst out laughing, her face flushing red as she watched the people around her grow more and more irate. She dropped her volume. “So that’s why nobody heard from her all weekend? I just thought she was too hungover to move.”

“What do you think will happen? I mean, it is her flatmate, she’s kinda screwed if things get awkward.”

“I’m gonna ask her. No!” Brooke exclaimed, thumping her table lightly. “I’m going to mute the chat and actually do some work.”

Turning to her phone in preparation to be responsible, her heart gave a little leap.

FORD TRANSIT VANJIE: hey anyone in the lib?? i gotta try n get this essay started sooner rather than later

Yvie turned to Brooke, fluttered her lashes and raised an eyebrow. “I’m gonna be the best wingwoman in the world because I’ve gotta leave for a lecture, so this seat is allll Vanessa’s.”

Brooke smiled, blushed, and mouthed a thank you at her, before hopping back onto the chat.

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: HOW CAN U GO LIB AT A TIME LIKE THIS

mose: Seat free next to me on floor 4, i’ll put my bag on it if you want?

Vanessa responded with six heart eye emojis. In the space of ten minutes, Yvie was gone and Vanessa was striding across the fourth floor of the library like Ariana Grande opening a concert, huge camouflage coat almost-but-not-quite covering her dark blue skin-tight ripped jeans and her oversized Rihanna jumper.

Her face lit up as Brooke leant back in her chair and gave her a wave as she stretched. “Hey Brooke Lynn!”

Brooke was relieved to find Vanjie using at least an attempt at a whisper, even though it still drew a couple of looks her way. She felt her heartbeat heavy in her chest as Vanessa leant forward and gave her a hug. “Hey girl. How are you?”

“Big time shook over the whole Plastique shit, can you believe it?!” she gasped, Brooke amused at how full of almost childlike amazement her expression was. “What do you think’s gonna happen there? I think Ariel’ll be down for it to happen again but maybe Plastique will start to panic and overthink once the high of her fifty fuckin’ orgasms wears off. I mean it is her flat so if things get really awkward she can always evict her. That’s a joke, by the way. Laugh.”

Brooke gave a quiet chuckle as Vanjie reached inside her bag and produced a tiny, lightweight Macbook with a purple galaxy cover. “I thought you were here to do work.”

“I was, then you started talkin’ to me and distractin’ me,” she raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. Brooke gave a cry of incredulity and Vanessa cracked up laughing. Opposite them, a girl got up and left. Brooke wondered just how long it would be until they evacuated the entire floor. “Kidding. Of course. Nah, I need to start my essay, it’s due Friday. It’s like two thousand words, though, I should be fine.”

“Two thousand, Jesus. I forgot it’s a fucking Mickey Mouse degree you do,” Brooke rolled her eyes, Vanessa slapping her on the arm. “Hey! I can joke too, see! Laugh, bitch.”

Brooke smiled as Vanessa pressed her lips together in a smirk, looking every inch the disgraced, told-off student. It made Brooke involuntarily squeeze her thighs together. Suddenly, she felt a pair of eyes on her and looked up to see a girl with huge lips full of filler, that had taken the chair that the boy opposite her had vacated. She was giving Brooke and Vanessa a dirty look, as if to convey the information that her degree was much more important than theirs, and could they kindly keep the noise down? Brooke cast a glance to Vanessa to see if she’d noticed. She had. An idea coming to her, Brooke ripped a page out her notebook and grabbed one of her coloured pens, scribbling down in her messy writing.

We’d better shut up in case Katie Price shouts at us

She then folded it and pushed it towards Vanessa, who eagerly pounced on it, opened it, and then grinned. Shuffling around in her bag for a pen, she typed her password into her laptop and then wrote back.

that’s the face of a girl who needs to get laid x

Brooke ran her tongue over her teeth as she looked back at the girl opposite her and snorted. She grabbed her pen again.

That’s the face of a girl who’s constipated.

She slid the note across to Vanessa, who let out a stifled explosion of laughter into her hand, covering it up as a cough. She wrote back instantly.

nah that’s the face of a girl who’s got cystitis x

Brooke sneaked another look at the girl, instantly noticing the two litre bottle of water on her desk. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from laughing, looked at Vanessa who shrugged smugly, and gave a squeak. Something occurred to Brooke and she wrote again on the piece of paper.

It’s not cranberry juice. Theory debunked.

She pushed the paper across the desk. Vanessa opened it, snorted, and wrote back.

next time on Buzzfeed: Unsolved x

Brooke couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of her mouth. It wasn’t even that funny yet here she was, her stomach muscles aching from trying to hold in laughter like she was back in GCSE Biology all over again. Her outburst had attracted the attention of the girl opposite and she was staring at them both again, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. Looking back to Vanessa, Brooke was shocked to find her staring the girl down, her hackles clearly up.

“What are you looking at?” the girl hissed across to her in a posh, affected London accent.

“Not fuckin’ much, apparently,” Vanessa shrugged, Brooke unable to help herself and suddenly doubling over in her chair, laughing loudly and openly in the silence of the library, Vanessa soon joining her. Brooke could feel almost everyone’s eyes on her and, for possibly the first time in her life, she wasn’t a single bit bothered. Was it because she was with Vanessa? Potentially. She didn’t want to say for sure.

Dropping her voice again as she looked back at the furious face of the girl she’d just insulted, Vanessa laughed and grabbed Brooke’s arm for a moment before bundling her laptop back into her bag. “C'mon bitch, we gotta go before someone kills us.”

The girls packed their bags as quickly as they could and sped down the stairwell, howling with laughter and gasping for air as they went. They dashed out of the lobby and out into the square, where they stood recounting the situation to each other for several minutes. As their laughter died down, all that was left was Brooke staring at Vanessa with a big dumb smile on her face and Vanessa smiling back at her, and Brooke swore she’d never been closer to kissing her in her life.

“Uh, so work went well,” Vanessa chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. “Sorry I distracted you. And very possibly got us both barred.”

“Barred from the library? Shut up. I’m not sure that’s even possible.”

“We could make history, bitch! You never know,” she laughed, starting to walk slowly down the cobbled road that led toward the union. Brooke followed beside her, matching her pace. “Anyway after all that lack of work, I think I earned a drink.”

“Oh, of course,” Brooke said sarcastically, cocking her head and making Vanjie laugh bashfully.

“You wanna grab something?” she smiled up at her, a hopeful shine to her eyes making it virtually impossible to say no.

So ten minutes later Brooke found herself sat upstairs at a table for two with Vanessa opposite her, both of them sipping away at pints of Strongbow Dark Fruits and talking easily, the conversation flowing and making Brooke happy as if she was sitting in the sun on a hot day. There was a lull in the chat where Vanjie looked down through the bannister at the bar below them.

“It’s so crazy to think that without Silky, we might not have met,” she said quietly, then sort of looked at Brooke shyly and corrected herself. “All of us, I mean. Our friendship group.”

Brooke smiled, remembering the moment they all met back in first year. It had been a couple of weeks after freshers’ week and Brooke, Yvie and Nina had sort of all latched on to each other. They had decided to go out to the union for a night out, the three of them preing together in Brooke’s tiny room and ignoring the big party going on in their floor’s kitchen. It was only after they’d paid entry, grabbed a couple of blue VKs, and were dancing to some sort of cheesy Noughties song (either Move Your Feet by Junior Senior or Boom Boom Boom Boom by The Vengaboys- Brooke couldn’t remember) that Brooke and Vanjie’s friendship groups literally collided. Nina had been suddenly bowled over by a big girl crashing into her, her long, wavy black hair flying into her face and the force of her bumping into her sending Nina to the ground. Yvie had immediately squared up to her, her hot temper rendering her prepared to fight, but was held back by Brooke as another girl with straight, blonde hair (at the time it had been cut into a short bob) and bright, perfect makeup had cut in and apologised to Nina, helping her up from the sticky floor and explaining the whole thing had been her other friend’s fault, who’d been excitedly trying to jump on the girl to get a piggyback. The girl had offered to buy Nina, Brooke and Yvie drinks and they’d sat at the bar and chatted for a considerable amount of the rest of the night- introducing themselves as Akeria, Silky and Vanjie. That was really where Brooke’s crush had began, although she hadn’t known it at the time, as the two girls had talked drunkenly and excitedly opposite each other at the end of their table and formed one of those deep connections that Brooke considered rare to come by. That was how they had all become friends, Vanessa and Brooke swapping numbers and the rest of the girls taking their cue from there. Admittedly, there had been teething problems getting Yvie and Silky to gel, but they both seemed to decide to mature a little in second year- Yvie becoming less blunt and Silky becoming less bitchy- and they’d got on almost perfectly ever since. Brooke knew Yvie couldn’t stop herself from making the odd catty comment every now and then, and Vanessa would probably tell her the same about Silky.

Brooke took a sip, not trusting herself to look at Vanessa. “I’m so glad we met.”

“I know, I love our fucking useless squad,” Vanessa laughed in reply, affectionate. Brooke risked turning her head to look down at the paper coaster under her glass.

“No, I mean like us. You know. I love hanging out with you. In a weird way, I feel closest to you out of everyone,” Brooke shrugged, trying to keep her tone level. Why did she feel the need to say all of this? Probably because she was drinking cider on a nearly-empty stomach in the middle of the fucking day. She risked looking up. Vanessa smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Aw, that’s cute. Really?”

“Well, yeah. Plastique and I obviously do the same course and we get on, but we don’t click as much as I do with you. Same with Nina and Yvie. Akeria and Silky I obviously love to death but they’re much closer with you than they are with me. Scarlet I-”

“- barely tolerate,” Vanessa cut in with a judgemental eyebrow, making Brooke cry out in protest.

“No! No, not at all, she’s sweet. Again though, she’s kind of Yvie’s friend first and all ours second. So…I don’t know. Yeah. I just feel closest to you, I guess,” she finished awkwardly, feeling her ears grow hot as Vanessa smiled back at her, happy.

“You’re adorable,” she cooed. She took a sip of her drink then shrugged. “I’d say I’m closest to Silk, though.”

Brooke yelled and thumped the table, causing it to wobble and both the drinks to slosh about in their glasses. Vanessa laughed, squeezing her hand quickly and then pulling it away. “Nah, I love us. I love our friendship, we’re so cute.”

Brooke felt something inside her fall. It was like toppling into bed after a long day and feeling the bounce of the mattress underneath her, the soft pillow against her cheek, the light scent of fabric softener. She tilted her head and looked at Vanessa warmly. The other girl gave a giggle and continued. “No, but like…it’s different to what I got with Silk and Akeria. It’s like we’re the same person, and we ain’t afraid to be open with each other, and sometimes we flirt but it’s like, you know, as friends? I think that’s why the girls always joke about us getting with each other and stuff. You know?”

Brooke suddenly felt as if there was a pane of glass forced between her and Vanessa. Christ, she’d been so stupid. She’d been worse than every sort of boy that girls complained about- building a friendship with a girl on the fact she had a crush on her, keeping everything going in the futile hope that maybe she liked her back. She was a total asshole. Brooke felt a bubble of panic rise in her throat, then pop as she saw the happiness in Vanjie’s eyes. And yet. Brooke, technically, didn’t know if Vanessa liked her back or not. And as much as her mind and common sense told her that she didn’t, Yvie’s constant insistence that she did gave her something to hang onto, a maybe, a what if.

Brooke realised she hadn’t reacted to what Vanessa had said. She nodded wordlessly. Vanessa suddenly frowned.

“Hey. You okay?” she asked her, laughing awkwardly. “Shit, I didn’t mean to put you in your feelings, boo, I’m sorry.”

“No, I uh,” Brooke shook her head, giving a laugh she hoped didn’t sound as fake as it felt. “I was just thinking about the whole Plastique and Ariel thing again.”

Vanessa smiled, then looked at Brooke with interest. “Would you?”

“Would I what, fuck a flatmate? No, never. Yvie and I would just bicker and laugh too much to ever take it seriously, and Nina would fucking tuck me in, bring me hot chocolate and read me a bedtime story.”

Vanessa burst out laughing, Brooke joining in and feeling a little better about things. Vanessa ran a finger around the rim of her pint glass. “Not fuck a flatmate, like…sleep with a friend. In general.”

Brooke narrowed her eyes. She wondered where this was going. Her eyes darted quickly to Vanessa’s glass. It wasn’t even three-quarters empty. “Well, it’d depend on the friend, obviously.”

Vanessa nodded, picking at her damp coaster and then flipping some hair over her shoulder. “I’ve thought about it with all of you bitches.”

Brooke choked on the sip of her drink she’d just taken. Vanessa quickly continued. “No, no, not like that! Just wondering what everyone would be like. Silky would terrify me. She says she’s a bottom but I think she’s really some sort of dominatrix that would physically torture you before fuckin’ you.”

Brooke held her stomach as she crumpled over with laughter. Vanessa continued.

“Yvie would be secretly bratty I think, that wouldn’t work.”

“How come? You’d end up slapping her?” Brooke laughed, choosing not to reveal the fact that she’d heard Yvie and the some of the girls she’d taken home through the walls of the flat and that she was just as intolerant of whining in the bedroom as she was in real life.

“Nah, because it’d just be us pouting and whining at each other for an hour and nothing would get done about it,” Vanessa laughed, a lick of heat suddenly tingling between Brooke’s legs.

“You are so not bratty in the bedroom,” she objected, trying to inject as much platonic humour into her tone as possible. Vanessa seemed to consider this.

“I have my moments, girl. I’m either bossy or bratty, there ain’t no in between,” she concluded, Brooke trying to push all thoughts out of her head and simultaneously restrain herself from asking further. “Akeria would put some fuckin’ R&B playlist on that’d be weird and unsexy and kill the mood. She actually does this, I’ve heard it through the walls. Don’t tell her I told you that, she’d kill me.”

Brooke pressed her lips together to keep from laughing and nodded. Without knowing what possessed her, she raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her seat. “What do you think I’m like? I’m curious.”

Vanessa held her gaze and it made the hairs on the back of Brooke’s arms stand on end. She paused a minute before she smirked and took a sip of her drink. “I think you put up this Lil’ Miss Perfect front in the daytime and then at night you’re a mess. Like you got your hair all over your face all nasty and you talk dirty.”

Brooke held her gaze, not giving anything away. The heat between her legs was now impossible to ignore. Vanessa laughed and kept going, her voice low and quiet and almost as if she was playing with Brooke.

“You are…such a perfectionist in real life that I think you’d die if you weren’t in control so you’re definitely a top. I feel like you have your moments though. Like sometimes you like getting dommed the shit out of. I don’t know, girl, am I getting warm?”

Brooke gave a quick smile before taking a long drink of her cider. Vanessa was looking at her intently, as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Brooke wondered if she’d been looking at her like that this whole time or if something had changed within the past five minutes. Putting her glass down, she shrugged. "Not telling.”

“Damn, well I guess I’m gonna have to find out for myself one day,” Vanessa shrugged, making Brooke’s heart give a start almost like it had been crashed into. And then the moment was gone as Vanessa laughed loudly, reminding Brooke that this was all just a joke to her, just a hypothetical conversation.

A conversation between two friends about fucking each other. That was perfectly normal.

Brooke’s phone pinged and Vanessa’s buzzed against the table, both girls peering to look at it.

Kim Kardashian-West: I HAD TO TEACH TEN YEAR OLDS ABOUT PARTICLES WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN FINDING OUT THAT PLASTIQUE SLEPT WITH ARIEL????????

Kim Kardashian-West: I!!! HATE!!! MY!!!!! DEGREE!!!!

And all at once, Brooke and Vanessa were in hysterics, typing away on their phones, and the moment was gone almost as soon as it had been created.

#rpdr fanfiction

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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Regina, Snow and Emma :D?

Regina:

- How I feel about this character:

Regina was my favorite character while I was active in the fandom. However, recently I haven’t been very active and I’ve also found myself avoiding any and all thoughts about Regina and I am not quite sure which one causes the other. I liked Regina because she is a complex character and I loved her struggle to become better as well as her forging loving relationships with the people who became her family despite their history. It gave me hope that people can change and be better and I really liked that. Idk what is going anymore but I think I outgrew her as a character. She used to speak to me and now I just get annoyed by a lot of her decisions and I don’t relate to her much anymore. I used to see a lot of myself in her and a few days ago I found myself thinking “Not anymore. I am better.” So... it was fun (it was the world tbh; my love for her and for the show got me through a lot of rough times) while it lasted but I think I’ve moved on now (which makes me mourn all those fic ideas that will never see the light of day... I should probably at least release them as fic summaries so that I don’t hate myself for never breathing life into them since I love them so much but I doubt I’ll ever find the muse to write them).

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I'm just going to list them because if I talked about every one extensively, we would be here all week.

Faciler, Ruby, Maleficent, Emma, Snow, David, Killian, Belle, Rumple, Robin, Daniel, Jefferson, Drizella, Archie, Ariel, Whale (kinda)

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Zelena. I love their relationship. They really learned to be sisters despite what happened between them. I loved the development. Wish we'd seen more.

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

So idk if this counts since it's shippy, but I love Golden Queen. I understand the repulsion of the fandom towards Golden Queen in season 6. I was quite repulsed myself since they threw out all of the things that made the relationship what it was just so that they coul fuck. I was disappointed. Not for the reasons most of the fandom was, though.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish they'd put her and the Queen back together. That would have been the real sign of Regina learning to love herself. I am not a fan of that entire arc and especially of the way they "resolved" it (since it wasn't really resolved in my eyes)

Snow:

- How I feel about this character:

I am... not quite sure. i wanted to rewatch the show before forming final thoughts since I realized I paid a lot less attention than I’d thought on my first go but I don’t think that will ever happen so... I’m kind of in a bind here. I like Snow but she was never my favorite. She wasn’t spicy enough for me honestly although I appreciate that she kept herself in check and didn’t allow (mostly) herself to get swallowed in hatred. She (and David) kind of faded after season 3, though. I mean, when even was the last time she had a solid arc? That was rather disappointing since she had a lot going on in the first seasons and there were some really cool storylines (2A is one of my faves! Snow and Aurora were so precious together! And all the stuff that was going on with her and Emma! Those were the good times!) I like her but I’ve never been super passionate about her.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

David, Regina and maybe Ruby a little.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Ruby! This friendship warms my heart so much!!! I love it.

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t want to start shit but I disagree so much about Cora’s murder. I am pretty sure the fandom has agreed that it was necessary but no, it wasn’t. She had a better option and that was to put Cora’s heart back without doing the spell beforehand. They could have tried but she just wanted to murder Cora and that was that on that. It wasn’t for a lack of choice, it was because she wanted revenge. And I don’t appreciate the other characters on the show trying to convince her of the opposite either.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish she’d gotten a bigger role in the later seasons since she really got benched like I mentioned earlier. Though, maybe it was better the writers didn’t try to start some shit between her and David like they did with Captain Swan (honestly, at least half of their season 6 arc was just unnecessary drama but whatever).

Emma:

- How I feel about this character:

I love Emma! She is super resourceful and badass but I love that her arc is learning to be open and vulnerable and to trust people. I think her journey was well done (at least in the first seasons) and I loved the results of it. She managed to forge a strong bond with her parents, learned and loved to be a mom to Henry and also found love and friendship as well. For someone who’s been alone their whole life that was such a big and beautiful change and it was amazing to watch it happen and see her find her place in a world she thought didn’t want her.

- All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Killian, Neal, Regina, Lily, Elsa

- My non-romantic OTP for this character:

I loved her friendship with Elsa but I’m going to have to say her relationship with Snow. They went through so much together even when they didn’t know they were mother and daughter and that relationship has been such a journey for both of them and I am really happy they got to have it and Emma finally found someone who would never stop loving her and loved her even when she didn’t know they were related.

- My unpopular opinion about this character:

Um... I don’t know. Her whole 5A arc felt super unnecessary to me. Or maybe you could say that the show didn’t set it up properly. They were talking about the Dark Swan and Emma turning evil and she just... never did? Yes, she held on to the darkness because she wanted to save Killian but that is not the same as accepting it and giving into it. That was a bit disappointing to me because they were hyping up the whole Dark One Emma thing and she never actually turned to the dark side.

- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we’d seen her build on her contacts with other people like Ashley and Lily. There was so much potential for adorable friendships there and I wish they had allowed the characters to breathe from time to time so that they could actually have a life as well and connect with some of the more minor characters.

#once upon a time #ouat #regina mills #snow white #emma swan #character opinions #ask #intothewickedwood

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queeruma · 5 years

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Okay, so an anon sent me this ask:

Can I ask if canon materials say anything about Uma and Ursula’s relationship? Do you have hcs about it? I never read the third Descendant book so I don’t know much about her

and I wrote up this post, posted it, immediately realised that tumblr had fucked up all the formatting, deleted it, and then realised that by deleting it I’d also deleted the ask. I’m sorry anon, my brain is not functioning properly, but here’s my answer, hopefully formatted correctly this time:

Hi anon! So I thought I could answer this in like 10 minutes, and then it turned out that I have a Lot of thoughts about Uma and Ursula’s relationship, and here we are almost two days later (this post kind of just turns into Uma hcs at the end sorry about that)

Yes, between the movie, Rise, and Uma's Wicked Book, there's actually quite a lot of information about Uma and her mother.

Under a cut because this got long:

Within the actual text: Uma's relationship with her mother is… complicated, to say the least.

On the one hand, Ursula is about as far from a loving, caring mother as one can get. She has been forcing Uma to work for her, without pay, since Uma was 'so little she could barely see about the counter'. She is verbally abusive, berating Uma and humiliating her over her losses to Mal, and we see in the film that she's not above harming Uma physically either. And Uma seems certain when she's speaking to Ben that her mother does not care for her at all.

"All those days spent working at Ma’s restaurant, serving up gruel and scrubbing the floors, and I’ve never gotten paid a coin.” - UWB “Uma had worked at the Fish and Chips Shoppe her entire life, from when she was so little she could barely see above the counter, until she was old enough to wear an apron, carry a tray, and take an order.” - ROTIOTL “Uma was glad to have the place to herself. If Ursula were around, she would only be raging and complaining about how she had been saddled with such an ungrateful and useless daughter. Ursula never ceased to remind Uma how often she’d lost to Mal. When she’d learned Mal had been chosen to go to Auradon, Ursula flipped her tentacles. Uma never heard the end of it.” - ROTIOTL “Things I wouldn’t miss about the Isle: (...) Ma yelling at me” - UWB “My mom doesn’t care about me either. Well, not unless she needs someone for the night shift.” - D2

On the other hand, we see a certain level of respect between the two of them. Uma seems to be proud of her mother's strength, and is very comfortable showing her heritage as 'daughter of the sea witch'. Despite her mother's treatment of her, we never see Uma being afraid of her mother (contrast with the core four in the first movie, who definitely are). Uma remembers her mother taking her to Hook's inlet to watch the crocodile wrestling, and (repeatedly) telling her the story of her defeat at Eric and Ariel's hands. She states that her mother taught her about the importance of negotiation. Ursula, lamenting over her loss in her final battle, tells Uma that they would be 'Queens of the Seas' if she'd won. Given that unlike most of the villains, Ursula doesn't seem to be trying to manipulate Uma into anything in particular, I take this to mean that Ursula would have given her daughter what she felt was her due.

And, most importantly, Ursula has one single piece of her nautilus necklace left when she's on the Isle, and she gives it to Uma when Uma is a small child. Uma likes to hold it when she's feeling anxious. There's clearly more than just antagonism between them.

‘Uma was special: she was the sea witch’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with!’ - ROTIOTL 'The gold was warm against her skin, and she felt a faint echo of its former power. It had the sense and shape of her mother's wrath.' - ROTIOTL “No, last I saw her was on the news when she was blasting you with her magic!” Ursula laughed. “Good for her!” - EFTIOTL “That’s my mom! At least Maleficent recognised her power.” - MSB ‘“Mama was really something, wasn’t she? Back then?” said Uma.’ - ROTIOTL “Ma used to take me down to Hook’s Inlet when I was a kid, and we’d bet on the crocodile-wrestling matches there.” - UWB 'She recalled her mother telling her about that final battle (…) Prince Eric had taken the wheel and rammed his ship right into her heart (…) Uma always held her breath at that part of the story, wondering how it was that her mother had survived such a battle. Because even though she'd lost, she'd survived. Prince Eric hadn't destroyed her completely.' - ROTIOTL ‘Her mother had taught her about the power of negotiation, or as she’d described it, talking someone out of their greatest treasures and giving nothing of value in return.’ - ROTIOTL 'Queens of the seas, Ursula would lament. We would be queens of the seas if not for that awful Triton and that terrible Beast.' - ROTIOTL ‘(...) the locket she wore around her neck. Inside was a tiny piece of junk that her mother had given her as a child. “It’s all I have left,” Ursula had said at the time. Uma never understood why a sliver of metal mattered so much, but she liked holding it when she was anxious.’ - ROTIOTL

I think Uma's outfits also say a lot about her relationship with her mother. The core four pretty much exclusively wear their parent's colours, even after they've rejected them. We already know that colour means a lot in these movies, considering the thought they put into the shades of purple in Mal's hair and clothes in D1. Every VK either wears their parent's colours - Harry, Celia and the core four - or they don't resemble their families at all - Gil and Dizzy.

Uma's purple undertone, her hair and skirt resembling octopus arms, and the mesh undershirt with holes that mimics octopus suckers are all there to reflect her status as Ursula's daughter. She's proud of her heritage - but there's probably a practical reason as well: there's an element of protection in reminding people of her mother.

However, I think it's telling that her main aesthetic and colour are all her own. The pirate hat, the tough leather jacket complete with epaulets, the chunky belts, her sword, and the overall teal theme, all make it very clear that Uma is her own person, and no one who looks at her is going to forget it. She's not going to ride by on her mother's reputation all her life - people will know her name, not just her parentage.

Her symbol also demonstrates this mix of nature and nurture. Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, Harry, and Gil all have symbols that refer directly to their parents (Gil signs off UWB with a bow and arrow, presumably a reference to his father's skill at hunting). In contrast, the skull and crossbones - crossbones in this case being a trident and sword - with a wave in one cheek, an eyepatch, and octopus arms below it is 'the unofficial symbol of Uma, daughter of Ursula - pirate queen'.

As far as headcanons are concerned, I can’t really list them? I just have a kind of general ‘this is how Ursula affected the way Uma’s life went’ hc:

I think all of Uma’s better memories of her mother are from her very early childhood. By the time Uma and Mal stop being friends, Ursula has already pretty much checked out of everything; I don’t think she ever tries to manipulate Uma in the way Maleficent and the other villains do their children. She leaves the work in the shoppe to Uma and retreats into her Auradon soap operas. Uma is used to seeing other parents on the Isle put effort into their relationships with their children (that is never actually a Good Thing but baby Uma doesn’t know what decent parenting is) and she wonders if Ursula’s lack of manipulation is her mother neglecting her because she sees her as worthless.

So Uma kind of decides that she’s going to be as independent as possible, because if she makes her distance from her mother her choice, she doesn’t have to confront the possibility that Ursula is neglecting her because Uma isn’t good enough for her. And because I loathe the canon Uma and Mal backstory with the passion of an anti-vax parent for essential oils, here’s my take on it (credit for the idea that Maleficent encouraged Mal to end their friendship goes to @edream93 in her wonderful fic ‘We’ll Light the Fuse’ - it partly inspired this hc):

Uma and Mal were good friends from a very young age, and there was some genuine affection and trust between them, which Maleficent obviously did not approve of at all.

She allowed it for a while because they did get into a lot of trouble together, but as Uma drifted further away from her mother, she became concerned about Uma’s influence on Mal.

See, Uma might have started out distancing herself from her mother to protect her own feelings, but she also actually began to care less about her mother’s opinion of her.

Maleficent, who wanted Mal firmly under her control, knew that if the two girls stayed friends, Uma might encourage Mal to question her mother’s authority.

And if there’s one person on the Isle talented at subtlety and manipulation, it’s Maleficent. Mal and Uma’s friendship was doomed to end the second Maleficent decided she wanted it to.

I also think Ursula’s F- parenting plays into Uma’s feelings about Auradon. Uma is genuinely right about the Isle - it is unfair and morally abhorrent that the children of villains are fated to live in a ‘fate worse than death’ for the crime of being born to the wrong people. She and the other descendants of villains unquestionably do not deserve to be there.

But Uma’s desire for freedom and revenge isn’t just based on her rational disapproval of the Isle. It comes from a huge amount of anger and pain, and it’s admirable that she manages to use those negative feelings (along with her love for and loyalty to her crew) to motivate herself. She is equally furious and terrified - Auradon abandoned her, Mal abandoned her, her own MOTHER abandoned her - and either she didn’t deserve it, in which case she has to be angry at basically the whole world, or she did, in which case...

yeah, she tries not to think about that.

Luckily, between her friendship with Harry and Gil and the loyalty and respect she gets from her crew, more often than not she’s able to believe that she deserved better she deserves so much better she deserves the whole fuCKING WORLD.

Ultimately, Uma is a very practical person, and any feelings she has about her mother, positive or negative, will not stop her from getting off the Isle and going after what she wants - whatever that ends up being. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the octopus-inspired elements and purple undertones of her D2 look are gone in D3.

#h speaks #please let it have worked this time #uma #uma daughter of ursula #ursula #im sorry it's so rambly and incoherent #my brain does not know the meaning of the word concise #but thank you for the question anon!!!#i hadn't realised i had so many feelings about uma and ursula until now

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theonceoverthinker · 5 years

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OUAT and 001 for the ask thing? If you want to of course :)!

Hell yeah, I want to!!!

Favorite character:

I’m gonna cheat and make it a tie between Rumple and Emma.Rumple has some of the best dynamics in the entire show. The interesting writing that surrounds him complemented by Robert Carlyle’s acting makes even the most minor of interactions take on such life! He is the center of every scene he’s in and for damn good reason! Additionally, there’s a lot of nuance to his character! He can be sympathetic, cowardly, or in love in one moment and then be tying up and beating a florist in the next! That’s cool!

I love Emma. I love her story. I love how she has what likely would’ve been a villain’s backstory, but chose at nearly every opportunity to be a hero. I love the slow development from someone so afraid and distanced into someone who had the strength to love so much that even a memory wipe couldn’t stop her from getting a happy ending! I love how every season has a new aspect of her walls to tackle and a different degree to which they factor into her life.

Least Favorite character:

FUCK! GOTHEL! NEED I SAY MORE? NO, I DO NOT! MOVING ON!

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Captain SwanCurious ArcherGolden HookShadow QueenDragon Queen

Character I find most attractive:

I love how you’re celebrating Pride Week by torturing my bisexual ass with this difficult question! Seriously, everyone in the cast is so attractive! How the frick frack paddy wack can I choose a favorite?! But, if you’re gonna twist my arm, I’m gonna give it to Hook, but only during Seasons 3, 4, and 6. I know a lot of people like the bangs, but I’m a fan of shorter hair.

Character I would marry:

Robin Mills. She’s got a strong and fierce personality, but can be so soft and understanding! And I’d love to go on adventures with her and she’d help me let go of (or maybe give in to) my bad side. ;)

Character I would be best friends with:

Smee! We’re both often overestimated, but for the most part, pretty likable. We’re both big and would bond over all of Storybrooke’s great food! We’d gossip about all of the town’s going ons! I’d steal his hat from time to time and commit the occasional mutiny! He’d teach me how to use a sword! It would be great!

a random thought:

I don’t get why people complain that we never learned what happened to Prince Thomas when Ella trapped Rumple. It never mattered where he stuck Thomas, what only mattered was that no matter what, Ella 1.0 wasn’t getting him back without trading her kid. So many people complain about this and I’m just at a loss as to why.

An unpopular opinion:

The one-shot characters like Hercules, Megara, and Rapunzel 1.0 don’t get the credit they’re deserved. They act as support characters and in a show with such a bloated cast but such a high demand for character appearances, sometimes, a smaller role is necessary. Additionally, they provide our mains with some of their strongest stories (Like REALLY watch “The Tower” again! It’s thematically really strong!).

My Canon OTP:

To keep things interesting, I’m gonna choose a pairing that’s NOT in the five I listed above. You KNOW I love those pairings, and I know you know I love those pairings, so let’s do something fun instead. And so, as an honorary OTP, I’m gonna say Glass Believer. Are they the strongest couple in the series? I don’t know if I can honestly say that, but what I Can say is they they are freakin’ cute! I watch their first dance so much -- it’s just filled to the brim with chemistry, tension, and sweet sweet understanding. I love how Ella challenges Henry and vice versa, creating a very level headed couple. Plus, the two of them and Lucy make such an adorable family!

My Non-canon OTP:

Grumpy Beauty. I have an on-again, off-again relationship with Rumbelle, but when I’m in the off state, Grumpy Beauty is my salvation! I love how every conversation they’ve ever shared has involved them emotionally supporting one another. I love how Belle had a nightmare about him being tortured. I love how when Rumple was in the Underworld, they had lunch together! I was honestly rooting for them.

Most Badass Character:

Alice Jones! This girl was stuck in a tower for most of her life, forcibly separated from the one person who loved her the most, was cursed to be a homeless thief, and was forced to nearly cause the apocalypse, and STILL had the strength to love everyone she ever met! She is such a badass and I love her!

Most Epic Villain:

Pan! I wrote a whole essay about him if you’re interested, but to make it short and simple, he’s a straight up irredeemable yet still nuanced villain with thematic and/or emotional connections to basically the entire main cast of the show who was so evil that he brought the main heroes and villains together to defeat him and whose death inescapably left such a big and emotional impact on the series that we basically needed a reset button to keep going!

Pairing I am not a fan of:

G*thel X Anyone, Gremma, Outlaw Queen, Stable Queen, Pan X Anyone

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Dr. Facilier. There was so much potential given his moral ambiguity and relatively not terribly dirty slate for either a great redemption arc or a really tragic romance with Regina. He was such a cool and dynamic character.

Favourite Friendship:

It’s a tossup between Captain Beauty and Captain Charming, but I’m gonna give Captain Charming the advantage for the steady and solid development they had. I love how they grew to care for each other so much and on their own merits!

Character I most identify with:

Alice. I am so freakin’ bad in social situations, but I have a really loving support system who I would do anything for!

Character I wish I could be:

Ariel! I could swim in the ocean, walk on two legs, make portals, and find a sense of adventure and curiosity in everything! How cool would that be?!

Ask game!

Send me stuff!

#ouat #once upon a time #ask game #intothewickedwood

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goldblcd · 5 years

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yes, i’m joining the trend and after of promising, i finally have something that resembles a plot list. i’ve also added links to each of my character’s intros, their pinterest, and a status page. take a look and see if any of these fit your character and if none do hmu anyway and we can come up with something else. like this and i’ll come message you on tumblr, react to it on discord ( calvin and hobbes#5021) if you’d rather i message you there. or you can just message me anywhere !

❛ 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒓.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ╱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

BROMANCE: yes! please, give him a best friend he can be cute with and have teenagers they’ve never seen in their lives shipping them. they probably met when they were much younger? during one of arthur’s summers in town and remained close friends even 30 years later.

POKER BUDDIES: we need to have some weekly poker nights for the parents. that is a must. so come bring some people that would be interested in that. ╱ dante armstrong & .

FRIENDS: that’s it. give him friends that will help him get out of this funk. maybe someone who realizes he’s drinking a little too much and is like ‘brooo’.

SIBLING LIKE: they’ve known each other for as long as they can remember, maybe even family friends and act more like family than anything else.

ISABELLA’S FRIENDS: someone who was more isabella’s friends than his and mourned her loss almost as much as the family did and is always checking on them because that’s what she would have wanted.

NEIGHBORS: i still don’t know who the faulkner’s neighbors are so give us some! they live in some huge estate so wouldn’t be too close to each other but still close enough and i’d love that.

FELLOW DOG PARENTS: they started hanging out because their dogs met at the park and fell in love so now they meet pretty much daily and just sit there talking and having coffee while the doggos go crazy. ( could also be a club lol )

THE STAN: just someone who is a huge fan and probably already have 90 selfies him and is always trying to get him talk about his part works and whatnot.

ASSISTANT: listen, arthur probably needs one of these okay. so if anyone is looking for a job babysitting a movie star, he is hiring. also, any cooks around? he is also hiring!

PAST SUMMER FLING: he already has one, but considering he would spend most of his summer in ashcroft, he could have more. it could have even escalated into a relationship that didn’t work because it was long distance and they were too young for that.

❛ 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒛𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ╱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

BEST FRIEND: ben is in desperate need of a best friend. you know, that one best friend that is inseparable, they probably visited ben abroad when he was traveling. the one the whole family knows to be the best friend and who has been around the house so much that they might as well be family by now. ╱ ariel vega.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS: kids who grew up with him and now too much about him. they have a life time of memories together and when they all get together is like they’re still twelve and soft.

CONFIDANT: these two are all about spilling their hearts out to each other. originally when something goes wrong, you can be assured that these two are together. they can go to rooftops and just talk or not say anything at all and just allow the other to be, no questions, no explanations.

FRIENDS WHO USED TO HATE EACH OTHER: they don’t remember why the hated each other but throughout their childhood they could not stand each other, but thankfully time is a thing and they grew up. these day they’re super close and still laugh about the not so friendly pranks they’d play on each other.

SHADOW: someone who is interested in photography and enjoys following him around when he’s working. ben doesn’t mind giving them some tips and talking styles and techniques with them.

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART: pretty self-explanatory, these two dated pretty much of all of their high school years, but when it came time for college they couldn’t make it work. they are still close and care about each other deeply. they will always have the special place of being his first girlfriend no matter what. maybe one of them could still have some lingering feelings that they’re ignoring or just don’t want to go there? ╱ nadine alston.

ONE SIDED CRUSH: this person and ben have had a harmless flirtationship going on for quite some time. to ben, it was nothing more than friends playing around, but unknown to him, this person is actually harboring a proper crush on him for some time now.

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: in another life, these two could have been together and make the perfect couple. they are close friends and although they both try to deny it there is a lot of chemistry and feelings between the two. but there has always been something in the way of anything happening between them, the timing was never right. ╱ pia lively.

FIRSTS: this is the girl who was ben’s first. maybe they weren’t even together at the time, but just friends who were curious and thought the other was hot and trusted them enough to explore their sexuality together. they could still hook up sometimes or just have that connection.

HOOKUPS: past and present just bring them! ben is young and he’s single so have at it!

❛ 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒊.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ╱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

THE SQUAD: pretty simple! give me the kids he hangs with. much like him, they like enjoying themselves and having fun, but when push comes to shove they will always be there for each other. these babies are as good as family for leo.

BROTP: they are the ultimate brotp. always around each other and have each other’s back unconditionally. i love the idea of them being super domestic and comfortable around each other. sharing clothes? sleeping over all the time? ready to bury a body with the other. check. check. check. probably one of the only people who can see through leo’s shit. basically, give me this! ╱ max lockhart.

CHILDHOOD FRIEND: leo and this person grew up together and have known each other since diapers. when they were just little babies they would tell anyone and everyone that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. they’ve since grown up but they remain as close as ever. ( might have even tried something until they realized nope. )

PLATONIC SOULMATE: give me best friends who have a lot of chemistry, to the point where people think they’re together and they do all these things that would be considered couple things but are like ‘nope’ whenever people say they should get together. leo trusts them a lot and he knows he can talk to them about anything and not be judged. they just have an easy relationship and love each other, but not like people think

TEAM MATES: leo has been qb 1 for the football team since his junior year and has been playing varsity since his sophomore year. he’s good. and i’d love to have some of his jock friends, they were even state champs this year. he also plays ice hockey and lacrosse, so even more teammates!

THE BAD INFLUENCE:give leo someone he can be a bad influence on. someone who is innocent and good and soft and gets involved with leo. he won’t entirely ruin them, but he will take them to parties, get them drunk and all that good stuff teenagers are known for.

THE BROKEN HEART/FRIENDZONED: leo is oblivious to this, but the character is someone who had his heart broken by leo. i like the idea that they were always friends and they had a crush on him ( could be a past thing ) but he unknowingly friendzoned them and broke their heart.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: he already has one, but i think he could have another one. just friends who hook up and haven’t blurred the lines between the physical and emotional connection. it’s easy in a very no-strings-attached sort of way, but it doesn’t mean they don’t care about each other as friends.

THE ENEMY WITH BENEFITS: they say they don’t like each other and are constantly bickering and giving each other shit, but they’re also very keen on each other when they’re alone and naked.

EX-GIRLFRIEND: actually an ex-girlfriend he’s on good terms with. they were together maybe freshman or sophomore year and it didn’t last long and it ended but they remained friends and she’s still one of his favorite persons in the world.

❛ 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐.

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 ╱ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

UNEXPECTED FRIENDS TURNED LOVERS: they are opposites he’s a kid with nothing who’s abrasive and cautious and they’re the good kid that has everything. somehow, they struck up a friendship and they’re the one who’s always trying to see the best in him. i would love to run this into something more. ╱ ava faulkner.

ART BUDDIES: mateo loves to draw. he doesn’t show it to anyone, but loves to do it and is actually really good at it. not that he thinks that or that he would believe if anyone told him that. but art is his favorite class and he was even convinced to join the illustration club. give him some friends who are also into that.

SKATEBOARDING BUDDIES: catch him skateboarding and smoking at the skatepark ( do we have one of those ). it’s probably a very chill friendship and it can get him to relax a bit.

THE PERSISTENT FRIEND: mateo has tried to get rid of his person pretty much for as long as he’s been in ashcroft, but they keep coming around. checking on him, bringing coffee, starting conversations when he just wants to be alone and let his anxiety drive him crazy. he says he’s annoyed but he’s growing soft.

THE PROTÉGÉ: mateo is a tough soft boy who has been protecting himself since he was ten, and he has a soft spot for people who can’t protect themselves. give me someone who is maybe naïve and pure and he can’t let it be and has to protect them.

LOVE/HATE: they don’t entirely hate each other, but they’re right on the line. one minute they’re having a friendly conversation the next they’re bickering non stop. sometimes you can tell the two care about each other, but the next it looks like they’re about to go for each other’s throats.

GOOD INFLUENCE: i just need someone to be a good influence on him and try to get him to actually open up and relax enough to be a kid for more than 10 minutes at a time. someone who can at least try to prove to him that he’s not as damaged and far past the point of salvation like he think he is.

THE HOOK UP: he has a lot on his mind, but he must have gone to a couple of parties even if he pretended to hate it the whole time. and he is the mysterious new kid, give him someone he hooked up with. are they ignoring the whole thing? did that bring them close?

TUTORS: mateo dropped out in 8th grade and the only reason he didn’t get put in freshman year was because he refused, but he’s only taken 2-3 months of class this school year and will have to retake sophomore year. he needs tutors to help him get caught up with things. not that he’d be the one asking for help. ╱ holland faulkner &.

BLAST FROM THE PAST: someone who recognizes him from before he came to ashcroft. it could be some cop that picked him up at some point or maybe someone who bought drugs from him. they just make him anxious because it’s a reminder that he’s not far from everything.

#❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐋𝐂𝐃 ╱ 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 .#❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐁𝐋𝐂𝐃 ╱ 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 .#going back to my hiding place #until all my replies are done

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