#genuinely love love love what he’s done with his character (clearly) and I’m excited to see what he’s got planned

[elcucurucho]

cellbit’s rp experience is so so on display right now, like he’s got a clear idea where he wants to go with the character and he’s doing it in a way that opens up a million potential character conflicts and plot hooks and also in a way that gives the game masters material to work with in the larger narrative. he cares so much about keeping his cubito a complex multifaceted character and it SHOWS

#qsmp #cellbit #i love when people know what they’re doing #I love when people so clearly care about what they’re doing #especially in roleplay mediums where doing that is not required in the slightest #genuinely love love love what he’s done with his character (clearly) and I’m excited to see what he’s got planned

[demonicchicken1121]

Alastor, Rosie, and Cannibal Town: an Analysis (I’m fucking at it (Alastor Posting) again)

Ok I know that a lot of people have already been talking about this, but I really want to analyze Alastors behavior in cannibal town and how it’s so much different than how he behaves literally anywhere else.

Alastors true motives, personality, opinions, etc are widely debated in the fandom. Does he actually care about Charlie or the hotel? What’s his beef with Lucifer? Why did he make a deal and who was it with? Al is such a mysterious and closed off character, and his demeanor changes so frequently that no one in or out of universe really knows much about him. I personally think that the closest we get to seeing Alastor in his truest and most authentic self is when he’s in cannibal town.

From the moment they arrive, Alastors demeanor changes dramatically, even from a few moments before, when Charlie was venting about her relationship issues. He seems genuinely excited to be there and see Rosie, to the point where he seems to forget he brought Charlie here for a reason (hell I think he forgets Charlie is even there at a few points.)

Al and Rosie HAVE seen each other since he returned to hell, at the overlord meeting, but they didn’t really have the time to interact. Even so, they are so in tune with each other. This man was gone for seven years and here they are gaslight gatekeep girlbossing like nothing happened.

But once they actually have the opportunity to interact outside of the overlord meeting they’re super excited to catch up. The only other time he shows this much enthusiasm to see someone is with Mimzy, but things quickly goes south when she puts the hotel is danger. Alastors friendship with mimzy feels very onesided, and it seems that she only shows up when she needs something. While Alastor and Rosie clearly ask each other for favors, it feels a lot more equal in a way where they each get an equal amount of benefit.

And while we haven’t seen much of them yet, I get the vibe that they hang out in their free time and respect each others boundaries and schedules. I think Al went through cannibal town hoping to see her in the prequel comic, but figured she was busy after the extermination and instead asked some of the residents to say hello on his behalf. But that’s just a theory, a gam-

Also just a little thing I noticed, when rosie is joking about Charlie being too young for Alastor, Charlie looks visibly annoyed, but Alastors body language and expression don’t change. He tends to react relatively strongly when anyone (Angel) makes a move on him or assumes he’s dating anyone, but I think he knows Rosie well enough to know she’s joking.

Alastor lets his guard down so much in this part of the episode. He’s really in his element and his behavior seems so natural and genuine.

I love how he’s so willing to just roast Susan. Every iconic duo has that one person they fucking hate and will not be subtle about how much they fucking hate them. It’s especially funny with alastor, who’s usually really pretentious and passive aggressive when he insults someone, but with Susan it’s just

“✨Ornery old bitch?✨” also this is the only time in the entire series that alastor swears in a genuinely humorous way. In almost every other example, he is trying to intimidate someone or piss them off, and also when his staff was broken.

And speaking of his staff, I think it was actually a big deal that Alastor let Charlie use it, even tho it was for a very short time. This does show that whether or not he actually cares about her, Alastor does have a certain amount of trust and respect for Charlie. Despite that, I don’t think he would have done this if he wasn’t in cannibal town and with Rosie. The staff is clearly very important to him and likely holds some amount of his power, given how he reacted when it was broken.

As weird as this sentence is out of context, I think Alastor feels very safe in cannibal down. Rosie and probably the other cannibals genuinely like and respect him. it speaks volumes that not only he let Charlie use his staff, but he put himself in the position that would leave him vulnerable to Rosie if Charlie were to turn on him. While he knows it’s highly unlikely that would happen, I think it’s still worth noting that he intentionally left himself in such a vulnerable position in cannibal town and nowhere else.

Something else interesting I noticed, is that “ready for this” is one of the only songs that Alastor is interacting with another character, and isn’t competing for the spotlight. He is walking all over Vox in “stayed gone”, and getting walked all over by Lucifer in “Hells greatest dad”, but here, he’s very in tune with everyone else. He and Rosie are on equal footing and he feels secure enough to fade into the background a bit, harmonizing with the cannibals and letting Charlie take the lead.

So yeah, I feel like Cannibal town is alastors home in hell. His relationship with Rosie is probably the most positive relationship he has in the whole show. I think viv has mentioned that Alastor wasn’t a cannibal before he died, and I’m not sure if that’s still canon, but if it is, I can definitely see him becoming a cannibal when he became friends with Rosie. I can also see Rosie being one of his first friends in hell, maybe they even rose to power together. I’m clearly getting into some more speculative headcanons because I do what I want, but I’m putting them in their own section.

Now for headcanons with little to no substantial evidence ✨✨✨

I do actually really like the idea that they became friends very quickly and rose to power together. I like the idea that they were friends before Alastor became this super powerful force in hell. It also makes sense that he would trust someone who wanted to be his friend back when people weren’t constantly asking for favors or testing his power. Bc I do think that there was a short period of time between him arriving in hell and rising to power. (I have a lot of ideas about how he got his powers which probably will get its own post, but to brief, he wasn’t super powerful when he arrived in hell.) it makes sense that him and Rosie would have become friends in that period.

When he did start rising to power, I think Rosie would have guided him, given that he was a relatively new sinner. She would help him find overlords to target, possibly even letting him recruit cannibals to help him take them down. After he was finished broadcasting their screams, he would return their bodies to Rosie for her to sell. Maybe any cannibals who helped him would get discounts or first pickings.

This makes sense to me bc not only would it help explain why Alastor has never seen Rosie as a rival or a target, but also it would help explain why they’re so close. Nothing builds a friendship better than overthrowing incredible forces of power. Also they totally square dance on the weekends.

Viv please I need an episode that’s nothing but these two dicking around in cannibal town for twenty minutes.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin spoilers #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #rosie hazbin hotel #radio demon #hello rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #long post

[thatmooncake]

Obsessed with how Sun fits so much of himself into such a tiny space.

I mean first of all, literally.

He’s gonna have to surgically detach his rays from that slide.

And then we have his living space, the Superstar daycare. Big at first but when it’s the only place you can seem to access while others get free roam of half the building or even get to go outside of it? TINY. The outside world is unfathomably HUGE in comparison. And everyone he comes into contact with has basically seen so much more of it than he has. And that must feel so impressive to him but at the same time so strange and …maybe somewhat limiting? Like no matter how hard he tries to relate or understand from his little corner, others have experienced things firsthand that he probably never has. Things he’s read to kids in storybooks and sang songs about but never seen up close.

And we know that in some sense he likes things to be just so. The barrels are aligned. The lights stay on. That’s the only way he feels safe. So I imagine his own limited perspective when he comes face to face with people from the outside world feels kind of scary to him in a way.

And despite the daycare being his domain, people encroach upon his space without warning, and he plays along. All of a sudden there are people and he must deal with them accordingly and he must act in a certain way no matter how he feels about it and how much stress he’s put under (for example, continuing on with playtime despite the whole situation with Moon, perhaps because he has to, or he wants to, or he has nothing else - maybe all of the above).

^ Look at his little room! It makes me sad. I don’t know if Moon ripped up all the bots that are scattered over the floor or if Sun did or if someone else did but the fact is the place looks so depressing compared to most of the Glamrocks’ rooms it’s painful. Here we have two of the most neglected robots in the pizzaplex and they carry on like that doesn’t matter, but we know Sun knows that something is very wrong so even if this is the norm for him and even if he’s used to it, the more broken bits and pieces he encounters the more it must be killing him because every day when he’s done entertaining the kids or pretending someone’s going to show up that day (depending on if the daycare is closed or not) he goes back to a permanent reminder of just how messed up things have become.

And he seems SO HAPPY to see a stranger from outside of that little room. No matter how you look at that, it’s pretty sad. Is he faking his enthusiasm? What a frustrating and stressful situation that must be to be at the beck and call of someone you don’t genuinely want to be around and act like you’re their new best friend. Is he actually excited? What a stressful situation that must be too, only for any semblance of control you had to be abruptly torn from you as you’re forced to switch when the lights go out, clearly horrified by what’s going to happen all the while because you know it won’t be good for anyone.

Does it hurt when he switches? I’m fascinated by Sun’s relationship with Moon. It’s played in so many interesting ways by the fandom. Are they two separate people? Are they like roommates who share a body? Are they two aspects of the same AI? They’re so versatile and I love it. I love all the takes there are on their personalities. Sun? Silly, goofy, playful, ray of sunshine, bundle of nerves, parental, fiery, bossy, strict, the embodiment of anxiety, and so on. Moon? Prankster, gremlin, sleepy, calm, collected, grumpy, silly, catlike, etc. I love it when they get along and I love it when they don’t. I have so many feelings about them both and it’s less that I want to know the truth about them (if there is such a thing) and more I just like exploring every avenue because they’re just really fun and fascinating characters.

And THAT SYMBOLISM. Wow. The sun and moon themes give you so much to play around with. So many metaphors and so many things you can plaster the surfaces of your house or the background of your phone with that make you think of them. The moon’s phases. The way the sun sets earlier in the winter. Would Sun get tired more easily in the winter? Does Moon have a blue moon phase that makes him feel down at the drop of a hat? Because same, guys, same.

Not getting over these guys any time soon I guess.

#fablespeaks #sundrop #just a ramble #I really like them ok #fablethoughts

[centaurianthropology]

Oh man, I think the Circle of the Crimson Mirror might just be MY Candela circle. I enjoyed the goofy schlock horror with the Circle of the Vassal and the Veil, and really enjoyed the amping up of horror in The Circle of Needle and Thread (though the horrors of war theming was not specifically for me, it was still well done). I haven’t gotten to watch the Circle of Tide and Bone because life happened, but from what I’ve heard it was very good.

But I was laughing out loud with glee for the first episode of the Circle of the Crimson Mirror. All these characters are delightful. The setting is fascinating (starting out OUTSIDE of Newfaire and expanding the world was really fun), the theming of Irish folklore horror gives a folk horror mixed with cosmic horror vibe that I’m really excited for. And Liam is just the sort of ruthless DM that is perfect for a horror game. Because for me, keeping your players wrapped up in the horror, making them at least a little genuinely afraid (after talking through Lines and Veils of course) in a fun and contained way IS the heart of playing a horror game. It’s the same as watching a horror movie, in that you WANT to be scared, that’s part of the enjoyment, but in a horror game the fun is having it happen to you.

And both folk horror and cosmic horror are some of my favorite subgenres, so this is hitting all my favorite sorts of horror. And because it’s me, see below for my much longer thoughts about this first episode and the characters. Because I’ve never found a topic I enjoy that I can’t write an essay about.

Liam comes for everyone straight out of the gate, doesn’t he? While I found the train cold open in chapter 2 exciting, I found this even more harrowing. With NPCs we barely know constantly imperiled, all the investigators are really sketched so clearly right off the bat with their actions rather than their more open explanations later. I love that all of them lean heavily into being out of their depth, even sometimes making poor choices because of it. The players are aware they are in a horror game. The characters are not.

So let’s talk about those characters:

MALCOLM TRILLS

Imari Williams was the player at the table I had no prior experience with, and I love what he’s doing here. He puts his whole body into acting out the scene, even at the table. Even before we know he was a Sole Survivor of a massacre during the war (and I found it deeply entertaining that Imari couldn’t help but dump his backstory all over the floor. Liam’s gently encouraging everyone to hold it back for dramatic moments, and Imari is just so excited he’s like “NO! HERE IT IS!” not once but twice in the very first episode), we knew that. Because Imari is clearly dedicated to acting that out through what Malcolm chooses to do. He believes in saving others, especially after losing his entire squad. He has to do it, even (or maybe especially) for those civilians he doesn’t know. His entire point in being in Candela is saving people. So when Liam dunks two unnamed sailors in the ocean, Malcolm goes in. His friends are horrified. They love and value him, and they value him more than two randos. But to him, the randos are the point. Saving people is the point. So no matter how many disappointed dad-lectures he gets from Leo (and this is clearly not the first one he’s gotten), Malcolm is always going to be this way. He’s always going to try to play the hero in a horror setting, which is such a delicious choice for a horror player to make. Everyone at that table knows how perilous it is, but Imari is fully committed, and I love it.

We already know a lot of his background, but there are things we don’t know. We don’t know his relationship with his family, or why Leo is so disdainful of the Trills as a group. There seems to be an implication that the Trills are old money in Newfaire, perhaps, or at least a legendary family for other reasons. And apparently reckless heroism is a family trait. But what does Malcolm do in his day-to-day? He’s the one we don’t have a career or life for back in Newfaire yet, and I am interested to see who he is when he’s not playing the hero for Candela.

LEO AMICUS

I love the description of “I’m going to lie a little and say ‘early forties’” as an explanation for Leo’s age. It tells me a lot about his character right off the bat. We know he’s older (but not how much) and that he doesn’t want to admit he’s older. There’s just a touch of vanity already there, and given that he’s also a man in a dressing gown on a ship in a severe storm, who thinks that his presence is deeply inappropriate? Who asks if there’s a bar on a tramp steamer? We know so much about Leo already, and I love it all. Taliesin plays a dandy so well, his table reactions are so expressive, and it’s so clear that a setting like this is NOT where Leo shines. He shines in social situations, in parties and bars and places where his charms mean something beyond keeping a crewmember calm long enough that she can be knocked unconscious. But he’s so great in being totally overwhelmed and being useless in an action sequence.

And once the storm is over? We find out that Leo is very much the mother hen of the group (probably the oldest member). He knows Malcolm well, and treats Grimoria like a beloved niece. We haven’t gotten a lot of interactions between him and Edgar, but I’m excited to see what their relationship is like, as the two more cautious members of the group.

It was in his interactions with the other members of the circle that I realized how much like family this circle is. They are VERY close, despite ostensibly just being coworkers. There is such a deep care and concern for one another here and I love knowing how dangerous that also is in a horror game. And Leo is the one most open about his attachments here. We know he doesn’t have much blood family, and doesn’t talk to them. We know he looks at these people as his family.

And I love that, for that family, we see a REALLY different side of Leo. While he was overwhelmed and trying not to look at the blood on the boat, the second the Murphy girls (or whatever was masquerading as them) tried to murder Malcolm and the others, Leo was grabbing kitchen knives and trying to kill them. His perspective from his talk with Malcolm also remains consistent: you put your family first. When his family is threatened, meek Leo melts away and we have a man who will do whatever is necessary, kill whoever is necessary, or let anyone die to protect them. He seems to have few moral convictions, but an enormous amount of love, and that excites me for this character.

And I love that we actually know very little about him right now. We know he lives in Red Lamp (because of course he does) and that his apartment doubles as their chapterhouse. So he can be Team Dad at every meeting.

Also congrats to him for getting laid in the very first episode. Hot sailor dude propositions him, and Leo is all about that life. This Professional Man of Leisure is clearly gay catnip.

DR. EDGAR LYCORIS

I was so excited that Alex was finally going to be in a filmed Candela game (he was apparently one of the play-testers during its development, and it’s so clear he knows the rules). Dr. Lycoris is cool, calm, almost robotic in his presentation. He’s definitely a classic Alex character with his calm and his normal-guy-in-a-group-of-weirdos vibe (while secretly being very much a weirdo himself), and filled with casual competence and rudeness. But at the same time there are hints of how much he cares about this circle too. Him quietly calling Grimoria ‘Grim’ when she’s unconscious and he’s tending to her, telling her, “You can’t sleep forever, Grim,” in such a fond tone. The two of them clearly have some quiet history together, and there is a real softness between them that I’m excited to see them dig into as they get deeper into the game. There’s clearly a long-standing connection with Malcolm too, with both of them extremely aware of one another’s skills and weaknesses, working together seamlessly, especially in moments of extreme stress. I want to see more of these soft moments, these personal moments when his icy demeanor cracks, and I imagine we’re going to get plenty of them, given that THIS is how intense the first episode was.

He and Leo are the two characters we know the least about at this point. We know that Edgar is a surgeon working in the main hospital in Newfaire. We know that he is cool under pressure, and that he is both used to fighting (his immediate shift into using his scalpel as a precision weapon to go after arteries and tendons is such a nice touch for the character), but also can really be shocked by sudden violence (I love that he totally freezes after THAT happened to Declan’s mother). He states that he wears nice and fashionable clothing, but the clothing is almost wearing him rather than the other way around, like someone picked them out for him. I want to know who that other person is (is it Leo???). I want to know who he is when he’s not trying to wear what other people expect of him.

I am so excited to get to know Dr. Lycoris.

GRIMORIA

Likely a stage name, and I do wonder if we'll get her birth name, or if that even matters to her at this point. Mechanically, I am thrilled to see a Candela player try to homebrew a multiclass in this system. She’s essentially gone for a Medium/Magician hybrid. We know she works as a procurer of esoteric artifacts. She performs shows with smoke bombs, so likely is a stage magician, and that she has been able to channel spirits since she was a small child.

And we know that she’s 18. In a group in which consists of a man who is at least in his mid-forties, a man who is 32, and a man who is a surgeon (so has at least obtained advanced training, and is probably in his late twenties at minimum, and is likely in his thirties given the hints that he served as a battlefield surgeon during the war), Grimoria is YOUNG. Absurdly so. The guys care about her in a different way than they do one another. They look out for her in subtle ways, though are all very careful not to treat her as a child. The softness between her and Edgar is reflected in the overtly familial way that Leo talks to her, treating her like a very clever niece, but also the person he finds the most calming in the group. It’s fun to see that, even though he treats her as his relative, he doesn’t treat her as a child. She’s the one he goes to when he needs to clear his head. He just wants to listen to her read aloud. He finds talking with her soothing, and it’s clear why. She has a good head on her shoulders, and is rising to the occasion, so while he is caring for her, he also intrinsically understands her need to care for him as well. And Aimee really sells that in-between nature of being 18. It’s such a great portrayal of someone on the verge of being an adult, but not quite there yet. Someone her friends want to care for, but also want to treat like an adult and like any other member of the group. There is a tension in those relationships purely because of her age.

I also like that she’s the most pure investigator of the group. She’s the one who pushes for information, who has a burning desire to KNOW. And that’s a great flaw and danger for a character in a horror setting. The desire for knowledge in cosmic horror is so dangerous. Her willingness to channel spirits right off the bat is dangerous. She is, in her own quieter way, just as reckless as Malcolm and I love to see it. Aimee is throwing herself into this, playing a character who doesn’t know she has limits let, and is eager to push every boundary. I can’t wait to get to know her even more.

CONCLUSIONS

I love that we have two cautious characters and two reckless characters. I love that we have a balance, and we have a group that instantly portrays exactly how close they all are to one another. We’re not sure how these bonds were forged, but they are so well portrayed and so clear. These people love one another. They would do terrible things for one another, and I can’t wait to see what they go through together.

Count me very excited and very eager for next month’s addition to their story (and count me already sad we only get three episodes with them).

#candela obscura #circle of the crimson mirror #I love them all so much already #Malcolm Trills #Leo Amicus #Edgar Lycoris #Grimoria #Imari Williams #Taliesin Jaffe #Alex Ward #Aimee Carrero

[being-of-rain]

I wasn’t really a big fan of The Giggle by the time I finished watching it, and I liked it less the more that I thought about it. Which is a real shame, because I think it was full of a lot of great ideas that were squandered with poor execution. I didn’t really want to just post pages of negativity, so I’ll quickly skim through a list of things I think could’ve been done better, and maybe I’ll expand on some of them later or if I’m asked about them. Still, this is your warning for negativity.

The whole 'screens are evil and making everyone think they're right' felt so shallow and cheap, especially because it was set up as the main obstacle and then largely ignored. A lot of the characters at UNIT really didn't do much (I totally forgot about The Vlinx after my first watchthrough) but I think that didn't bother me much while watching because I was used to Chibnall regularly ignoring characters like that. It was nice to see Mel again, but she didn’t really serve much purpose.

RTD’s take on the Toymaker is quite similar to his take on the Master, which was sometimes fun and sometimes annoying (specifically the German accent, which lost its appeal pretty quickly for me). But he felt pretty hollow and full of wasted potential beyond that, feeling like he was there just to give the episode a villain. Although speaking of the Master, his brief inclusion was hilarious and an easy way to write him back into the show later, nicely done.

The last third of the episode had some many intriguing and potentially awesome ideas behind it. The new Doctor turning up partway through a story? Cool! The Doctor defeating his final villain alongside the next star of the show? Fun! The Doctor getting self-care and words of wisdom from his next self? So heartwarming! One Doctor retiring to be happy while his next incarnation travels off to continue the adventures? A fun use of the show's format!

But for me these ideas just didn’t work or didn’t fulfill their potential, and it’s mostly because there’s no narrative justification for them. No cause and effect. There’s no given reason for the Doctor to bigenerate, it just happens. There’s no particular reason that it was the Doctors rather than the Toymaker who won the game of catch to save the world, it just happens. Without any narrative reason the third act feels so unsatisfying, like spectacle for the sake of spectacle, and (I don’t say this lightly) incredibly lazily written.

That lack of story reason also undermines the ending, clearly the thing RTD was most interested in, by making it feel unearned. Like a first draft script that worked backwards to make it happen. The retirement ending itself I have mixed feelings about, which I’m not sure I can fully articulate. One thing I love to see is that RTD can actually do a genuinely happy ending rather than making every ending a tragedy. But said happy ending feels a little too ‘married-with-kids-and-a-white-picket-fence’ to me – though obviously I can’t stress enough how relieved I am that romance didn’t factor into it. It just felt like it wasn’t set up well enough. I’d probably like it a lot more if they made clear if Tennant’s Doctor was going to turn into Gatwa’s Doctor or if they’re just separate people now. It was sweet of RTD to try and bring a conclusion to the ‘Doctor is traumatised’ thing that he introduced to the show 18 years ago, but he did it poorly. At least it offers interesting new possibilities for the show going forward!

With all that said, in the end The Giggle felt to me like RTD retreading some of his biggest flaws as a writer, and throwing in a few borrowed from other showrunners for good measure. It was a disappointment both because of the good ideas just below the surface, and because it came after a very fun first episode and an incredible follow-up.

But like I said, I’m excited to see what the show does next! I saw talk that there’ll be lots of mythical and unnatural creatures turn up due to the Doctor’s salt thing, which is super cool. And obviously I’m excited for more Gatwa! I haven’t really felt a lot of reason to be excited about Ruby yet, but as always I’m ready to fall in love with the new companion quickly!

#my thoughts #dw spoilers #ten #donna #toymaker

[naneun-no]

Hi! So... Am I the only one who thinks Jikook haven't been living under the same roof for quite a while now? I feel like some people, esp Jikookers, don't even want to see it as a possibility, but if we don't want to start acting like a cult we need to start developing some critical thinking (which I think is healthy and needs to be done) Also, I've seen a lot of people say "JK is having a hard time, imagine not spending every second with your partner like you used to bc of his crazy schedule" and tbh, I was thinking just like that at first, but now? Jimin is busy, yes of course, but he clearly has time to hang out with Hobi or even going to visit Jin (which was so nice to see btw, not complaining) I honestly don't think JK and Jimin are hanging out much, actually, I dont even think they see each other often, since JK seems to be living his best introverted life and quite isolated from the rest of the boys (except Tae, which Im kind of glad, at least he is getting out of the house and having a good time) Maybe we should start considering the possibility of them just not sharing time bc they simply chose to and not bc Jimin is busy with his album. I now what they chose to share with us is just a small part of their lives, and there could be a million other possible scenarios, Im not saying Im right or wrong, just what's been on my mind lately. Im not coming here as an insecure Jikooker to seek for aproval, or with bad intentions, Im just sharing my thoughts and genuinely curious to know if anyone else thinks on a similar way. Thank you for taking the time to read💜

Hey! I appreciate the kind way you phrased all of this. In short, if you’ve ever read anything I’ve posted you know what I’m gonna say next: maybe that’s true and feel free to think that 🤷‍♀️

I still don’t get why the idea that they’ve chosen not to spend any time together (which we have no evidence of except for a lack of evidence the other way) is more compelling than the idea that they do in fact spend plenty of time together and just don’t share it (which we also have no evidence of except for the way they treat each other when we do see them). Both have a dearth of evidence, except one seems out of character.

Does that make sense? Like it’s perfectly possible they don’t hang. But also, they were like magnets on all the final Run BTS episodes. Not just magnets but affectionate, touchy, best-friend-or-more type magnets. But also, Jung Kook asked Jimin to come over during a recent live, while being all giggly and cheesy and excited to see him. It didn’t seem like a “it’s been so long, I’m saying this just out of an awkward sense of duty,” to me — it seemed like something that probably happens often. Jimin said something to the effect of “I’ll come after work” or something close, right? (He said many other things too but that was the only one that correlated directly to hanging out other than the one where he expressed desire to tie back JK’s hair which could be innocuous or could be something he does when they hang out, who knows?). But also, JK told his boxing instructor that JM would come soon, but also JM talked to that same instructor like he knew him well, and likely has gone with JK to lessons in the past. But also, it really hasn’t been that long since JK’s weirdly sexual/teasing birthday video for Jimin and now several members have had birthdays pass and nobody else got that treatment. But also… the list goes on, I’m sure there’s more but my coffee’s getting cold.

So, I can’t speak for all Jikookers because we are in fact not a cult, so there aren’t established patterns of belief that we all must adhere to. You think maybe they’ve stopped hanging out cause they haven’t shared it with you. Cool. Many others, myself included, think it’s unlikely that you would abruptly stop hanging out with someone who clearly means so much to you while still continuing to treat said person in a loving, flirty, domestic manner. They don’t act like exes, not even a little bit, so we have no reason to think they are. I think it seems much more in character for them to be preserving the final shreds of privacy they have to protect the relationship that means more to them than the other ones; or at least means something different.

Idk, but if you actually believed them to be dating at any point, or even just as close of friends as they appear, regardless of dating, think of how that would look if they suddenly stopped speaking.

Remember when Tae and JK did kinda stop hanging out? Remember how it was kind of obvious through their interactions that they weren’t as close, and then they full on addressed it in that conversation and talked about how they needed to put more effort into their friendship (which kudos to them, like you said, seems like they are). If anything, Jimin and JK’s relationship over the years has seemed even more close and symbiotic than almost any other friendship in the group except maybe vmin. So I would think if that was crumbling away, we’d see a lot more in their interactions than giggly, sweet, heart eyes and “eat well my baby” comments.

Feel free to disagree!

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #anonymous ask

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⚠️AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS⚠️

Okay so imma talk a bit about this final episode cuz holy shit

So first Ashoka and Sabine are now stranded along with baylan and shin. Holy fuck. They sent Ezra home but now they’re stranded. I have a strong feeling Ahsoka and Sabine are going to grow very close. I genuinely thought they were gonna make it back or Ahsoka was gonna die fighting Morgan but I am glad that did not happen 🤧 I honestly have no predictions for a season 2 rn.

Baylan found statues of what looks to be The Father and The Brother (that’s what I’m going with rn they may not be) No sister but maybe that has something to do with Ahsoka idk. The Father statue also looks to be pointing at a mountain which probably holds the secrets Baylan is searching for.

Shin is going to join up with these samurai raiders. This is going to. Be interesting I feel like she is gonna become one of there leaders like Ezra to the Noti. Not much to say on this cuz it was a very small part of the episode but I did think it was interesting.

I honestly did not expect the whole Morgan becoming a full witch. It was cool to see how they become true nighsisters and how she got The Sword of Talzin. Also her fight with Ahsoka is very cool I’m glad we got that rematch but also Ahsoka is badass for killing Morgan with her own sword.

OKAY so I know there are gonna be a lot of mfs that hate this but SABINE USED THE FORCE. Idk how to feel about this. I think it’s cool and I’m gonna enjoy it and roll with it for now but I will say this. Not every character needs to be a Jedi but this I will say is pretty cool in my opinion ik this will be quite the debate.

I really wish we could have seen more of Baylan this episode especially since I know they are definitely gonna recast him cuz his role clearly isn’t finished. Now that the series is over I will say Ray Stevenson was an amazing actor and deserves so much credit for this role. I’m so sad he never got to see just how much we loved him in this. Rip Ray ❤️

Thrawn trying to get at Ahsoka saying she will become like her master. Ahsoka before this series I believe would have been greatly affected by that statement but after the WBW meeting with Anakin she clearly has so much more confidence in who she is. Very cool to see Ahsoka’s development throughout this series. She has become much more warm and happy it was nice to see her grow.

Also I wonder why Ahsoka says this is where her and Sabine belong? Maybe she is saying it’s like the will of the force that they are here but this is definitely going to be interesting. Now that Thrawn is an immediate danger to The New Republic I believe they will make more of an effort to go get Ahsoka and Sabine but I do think it will be awhile. Though I’m very excited to see how this changes Ahsoka and Sabine as master and apprentice and also to see if they get stronger in the force and stuff especially since those statues of The father and The brother are there. This place clearly has a deep connection to the force.

Chopper instantly knowing it was Ezra 😭❤️ also Hera’s reaction to seeing Ezra again but also now he’s back and Ahsoka and Sabine are gone. These mfs can’t catch a break.

Also then talking about Kanan with huyang 😭 then huyang giving Ezra the one and only replacement to Kanan’s lightsaber. I’m so glad we got some Kanan talk.

Also we got to se MORAI. I was waiting for her to pop up I’m so glad we got to see her since we know she follows Ahsoka wherever she goes even if it’s across the galaxy.

And finally. Holy shit force ghost Anakin. This ain’t WBW Ahsoka’s version of Anakin. This is him. Ahsoka got her final closure with her master. This also may be the last time we see Anakin. If this is the last time we see him I wanna say that Hayden has done such a good job at this character. I genuinely loved watching him on screen.

This is about all I have to say about this episode right now. It was a good finally with one hell of a cliffhanger. I definitely think we are getting a season 2. When? I have no clue imma be honest i have a feeling it’s gonna be a few years but I’ll wait as long as I get more greatness like this series.

This has genuinely become my favorite Star Wars show. Every week had me on the edge of my seat excited for the next episode and I know a lot of others felt the same way. The acting was good. The writing was good. The music was fucking amazing every episode. Great world building, great villains, just overall great storytelling. I’m very excited to see what happens next

#this show was amazing #ahsoka #the ahsoka show #the ahsoka series #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #sabine wren #ezra bridger #huyang #shin hati #baylan skoll #grand admiral thrawn #Thrawn #morgan elsbeth #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #Star Wars

[kazz-brekker]

 hotd episode 10 thoughts

i was very much hoping to come out of this episode emotionally devastated in the best possible way and i am definitely am but i’m also. sort of annoyed about some of these adaptational choices? weird mix of emotions to be feeling. anyway!

that scene between luke and rhaenyra where she reassured him about being lord of the tides someday was really sweet but also made me very sad, rhaenyra clearly loves her kids so much and i’m devastated about it.

any time rhaenyra and rhaenys have a scene together i’m excited, can’t wait to see them be genuine allies in season 2.

i might be giving daemon too much credit as a person but it felt of weird to me that he completely abandoned rhaenyra when she went into premature labor even when she was calling out for him. like, obviously he’s a very morally gray person who does bad stuff, but hotd has taken pains to show that daemon genuinely does care about his family above all else and he was also very protective of rhaenyra in episode 8 so. idk. i really don’t think i’m being too generous to daemon when i say it was a bit strange?

why was jace being mean to luke during the training scene :(

that labor scene was very stressful but emma d’arcy was SO good in it.

i felt pretty convinced that this show was going to draw a parallel between rhaenyra wanting to name aemma’s child visenya in episode 1 and then naming her own stillborn daughter visenya and then they just. didn’t follow through on it? why add that in if you’re not going to do that!

this show has gotten me very invested in the sibling relationship between viserys and daemon and i SO wish that we had gotten to see daemon mourn his brother for more than 2 seconds. he didn’t even cry! it’s 2022 please let fictional men cry when they are sad!

i do like the idea of rhaenyra not wanting to absolutely destroy westeros in pursuit of the throne but i also feel like this episode was making it feel like she was pushed into war by a bunch of men.

rhaenyra’s grief in this episode was well-acted, but let her be angry too! “they murdered my daughter and stole my crown and they shall pay for it” is an iconic line of dialogue from fire & blood for a reason!

the crowning scene was very cool, i liked the idea of the funeral transforming from a moment grief to a moment of triumph. daemon crowning rhaenyra and then kneeling was great and so was rhaenyra and rhaenys looking at each other in solidarity.

rhaenyra looks better in that crown than her father ever did. i speak only facts.

i’m pretty sure rhaena and baela had collectively 1 entire line of dialogue in this episode which is such a waste, they’re both interesting characters who deserve more.

rhaenyra flying down on syrax when otto arrived for the negotiations was cool and a fun parallel to episode 2 but also, should she really being flying on a dragon if she JUST gave birth?

the call back to episode 1 with the torn page … oof alicent and rhaenyra never got over each other did, they?

daemon choking rhaenyra also felt a bit out of place. i fully admit that daemon is not a good person and their relationship definitely has weird and messed-up elements, but considering how they were portrayed in episode 8–raising their kids together, holding hands all the time, daemon beheading a guy for insulting rhaenyra–i was under the impression that this show wanted us to root for this relationship.

what were they trying to do with this moment? was this supposed to be a “gotcha, you thought daemon could be a good person but actually he’s bad all the way down” moment? has he done this to rhaenyra before? is this the first time he’s laid hands on her? why is it literally never mentioned again in the rest of the episode and the next time we see them they’re holding hands like nothing happened? idk i’m not saying that daemon is a good person (he’s not!) but it just felt very random.

i really liked the scene between corlys and rhaenys, especially corlys admitting that he was wrong about his ambition and rhaenys referring to jace, luke, and joffrey as her grandkids. functional marriage for the win!

i knew it was coming but the when jace said dragons are swifter than ravens, send us, i was like NOOOOO HONEY DON’T.

they mentioned cregan stark! and grover tully! and the riverland lords! and allies in the vale of arryn! black supporter characters incoming!

rhaenyra reassuring luke that his journey will be quick and he’ll be welcome at storm’s end … nooo stop i’m already sad.

daemon singing to vermithor in high valyrian was cool but i’m gonna be real if i had to pick another dragon to show on screen this season it would have been sunfyre or dreamfyre. we were robbed of them!

luke arriving at storm’s end and seeing vhagar, who’s literally the size of a castle, was extremely cool and very ominous.

that whole sequence at storm’s end in general had SUCH a great sense of building tension and terror.

despite the circumstances under which it was revealed i am clapping and cheering at the sapphire eye reveal.

aemond saying he wants to give alicent luke’s eye as a present … oh he is never beating the mama’s boy allegations.

the whole sequence of luke and arrax fleeing from aemond while he laughs was EXACTLY as terrifying as i hoped it would be, i especially loved seeing vhagar’s huge shadow. even though i knew how it was going to end there was so much tension and i really did want him to escape.

but listen i’m sorry, i think the idea of aemond losing control of vhagar and her eating luke and arrax against his wishes is incredibly stupid.

hang on need to write my two cents on controlling dragons. yes, dragons in asoiaf are portrayed as dangerous creatures with minds of their own and daenerys does have trouble controlling her dragons in the main series. they’re not mindlessly obedient to their riders at all.

however, there is exactly one instance that i can think of in fire & blood of a dragon deliberately disobeying its rider (silverwing refusing to fly good queen alysanne over the wall) and that was a weird outlier. this show has also not portrayed dragons as disobedient to their riders (and no, i’m not counting the “it’s an illusion that that we control the dragons” line, that wasn’t backed up with any proof).

vhagar is very powerful dragon, yeah, but she’s not untrained, and aemond has been riding her since he was a kid. if he could stop vhagar from killing him before they were properly bonded, then it makes no sense that he couldn’t stop her from eating luke and arrax.

also the implication that luke and arrax would have survived if they hadn’t fought back is … kind of bizarre? why portray it like that?

i do think that fire and blood portrays aemond’s murder of luke as very spontaneous (and partially motivated by maris baratheon making the worst-time dick joke in the history of westeros, which they didn’t include) and i wish that the show had just. committed to the bit. they could have had aemond give in to his rage and bitterness and the grudge he’s been nursing for 6 years, killed luke, then have his “oh god what have i done” moment. as it is, it feels sort of like they were afraid to have him do something actually bad on purpose.

i really wish they had included daemon’s iconic “an eye for an eye, a son for a son, lucerys shall be avenged” line, i was waiting all season to hear it. emma d’arcy absolutely ATE in that last scene even with no words but i think they could have done both!

still … even if i had some problems with the adaptational choices in that episode … that last shot of rhaenyra turning around with absolute vengeance on her face was amazing and i’m excited to see the dance start in earnest.

#pie says stuff #pie watches hotd #hotd #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #vhagar #i have. many thoughts on this finale apparently #but i think i'm entitled to #considering one of my first thoughts when this show was announced was 'oh damn we're gonna see storm's end in live action' #maybe i will change my mind on some of them when i think on it longer but idk #either way! very dramatic finale! i was stressed even knowing how it was going to end!

[the-character-lounge]

Spinel and Randy overhear Candy after a tracker/recorder was placed on his dogs, Candy is talking to his brother Sugar about putting his dog in the dog show. They realize they can track Sugar possibly to his home and look for info on Candy. Randy decide to approach Sugar while Spinel listens in on their conversation, the tracker still on the dog.

Note: Sugar is not found in The Character Lounge, you can find him here.

Randy tried to pinpoint where Sugar was headed, and tried to find a bench near where he might pass. He knew he’d have to try and get Sugar to start talking to him, so he wanted to appear casual and friendly. He snuck over to a bench on Sugar’s possible route, and held up his magazine, staring blankly at the images and words on the page, and occasionally peeking over the tops of the pages to see if Sugar was coming.

Confrontation was easier than it seemed, as he passed by he smiled at Randy and gave him a friendly nod, "Good evening!" But before he was able to continue on, the dog stopped, making a distressed series of grumbles before barking at the sheepony. Sugar turned quickly in surprise, prompt to act. "Annibelle, sit! Steady!" The dog's ears perked, and she obediently stopped barking in order to sit still as ordered. She made the occasional huff and grumble, but whenever she did, Sugar's hoof gently pet the side of her face and distracted her attention away from Randy. He smiled nervously, scratching his head, "I'm really sorry about that, she's harmless, honest, she just gets excited with ponies sometimes and doesn't realize she's such a big dog. Ahahaah..."

Randy nearly dropped his magazine, but nodded nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Ahahaha! I- It’s alright! N- No harm done!” He adjusted his cardigan and forced a smile as he stared a the large dog. “Sh- She’s very b- beautiful! Wh- What uh.. what kind of dog is it?” He was tempted to scoot away, afraid that it would pounce him at any second. But he remained pleasant, and softly tapped the top of his magazine.

He laughed in a friendly manner, "Annie here is a rottweiler." He kneeled down to hug the dog, giving her chest a thourough rub. This seemed to relax her and keep her attention on Sugar. "She's got this greeeeat big chest because a long time ago they were bred to pull small carts of supplies, but they also have hearts of gold and love their families unconditionally." He had a very happy glow to his face as he talked, clearly passionate about the subject.

Randy smiled and nodded, studying the dog more closely. It seemed harmless enough.. but the thought of this dog being used for other more nefarious things made him want to vomit. “W- Well, she s- seems like a wonderful c- companion!” He had to think of more ways to try and get Sugar to stick around. Ugh, he really didn’t want to do this, but.. “.. M- May I pet her?” he asked, smiling nervously.

"Oh we love her, she's been in the family for 4 years now!" He tilted his head, then chuckled and gently pet either side of the dog's ears, "Go ahead! I know the barking was startling but she wont do anything beyond that, I promise."

Randy set the magazine down, and very tentatively reached for the top of the dog’s head, smiling at Sugar as he very gingerly ran his hoof over the top of the dog’s head. He looked like he was going to pull his hoof away at any minute. The way the dog was staring at him.. he swore it felt like she knew something. ..

Annibelle was tense at the petting at first, making a grumbling noise and a huff, but a few sniffs later, her little stump of a tail wagged away and she began licking Randy's hoof with a whine.

Sugar laughed and let go of her head, "There, see? All better, you're friends now!"

Thomas Theo: Randy sighed with relief and began more confidently stroking the dog’s fur, smiling a more relaxed and genuine smile. He hadn’t really ever pet a dog before, and it was actually kind of.. relaxing. He looked up at Sugar and chuckled. “I’ve been.. tr- trying to get over a small fear of dogs I have. S- So thank you, th- this has b- been most helpful!”

"Oh- oh my then her barking must have- I'm really sorry." He bowed his head a few times appologetically, but smiled hopefully at seeing Annibelle behaving herself. "Well big step petting a rottie then! Poor things get a bad reputation since they're so big and tend to be really protective of their owners, but when bred with care, they're very well behaved and calm mostly." He paused awkwardly, then flushed, "O-oh, yes, you know Annibelle's name and not mine, I always get so excited about dogs I just-" He cleared his throat, putting a hoof out, "I'm Sugar-Coated Smiles. Nice to meet you!"

Sweet Celestia the name was enough to give Randy diabetes. He grinned politely, and took his hoof, shaking it in good faith. “R- Randy Ram, a- and it’s n- nice to meet you as w- well.” After giving his hoof a few good shakes, he got off his knee, and returned to his seat on the bench. He picked up his magazine and set it on his lap, a friendly smile on his face. “S- So what are y- you doing out h- here at th- this time of night? Sh- Shouldn’t you be b- back at home?” He asked, softly drumming the magazine.

"Oh usually I'd be doing walks in mornings, tea time, and sunset, but see, Annibelle's not really mine. I'm a dog groomer and caretaker for events mostly, and she's going to be in the annual Canterlot dog show. She won third place in Manehattan last year, so she's going for the big one this year." He paused, losing track of where he was a moment before quickly snapping out of it and continuing, "Anyways yes, she's my brother's and he's a really busy guy. He was taking her obstacle training today and ran in to a bunch of hold ups, and he was running late for a meeting so he had to drop her off with me. She's all stressed out from it, I guess, like the barking she was doing usually isn't something she'd do. She's really restless, so I thought a walk would be good."

Wow.. that was a lot of information to process. The guy was pretty open about things to say the least. Maybe he’d be able to get out a bit more out of him. “W- Well, it s- sounds like y- you’re awful occupied y- yourself! Y- You must be a pretty busy gr- grooming and taking care of all those d- dogs!” He smiled and looked at the Annibelle. “So y- your brother is e- entering her into th- the dog competition?” Eventually, he hoped he could work a segue into the conversation, maybe get him to talk about any kind of work he did for his brother, or if he knew anything about his rather nasty side-business.

 "Yeeeah, but it's pretty easy going and relaxing really. I definitely couldn't handle the stuff he does, he's rushing all over Equestria." He looked off a little, but still had a smile. "We hardly ever get to meet up."

Finally he seemed to give in to the conversation and sit down, finding Randy pleasant to talk to and he especially wanted him to get used to dogs. Maybe even love them. He had Annibelle lay on the ground in front of them. "Couple years ago though he started entering Annibelle in to shows and we've been seeing eachother a lot more."

 “O- Oh, th- that’s great! I- It can be t- tough t- to have a si- sibling that tr- travels around the w- world. B- But you’re lucky you have a s- sibling to m- miss. B- Being an o- only child i- isn’t very m- much fun.” He smiled and turned towards Sugar. “S- So, wh- what does your br- brother do? M- Must be a pr- pretty important j- job if h- he’s traveling all around th- the world!”

He beamed in an admiring manner, but seemed to show some insecurity in it since his posture and position changed overall. His body had turned just slightly away from Randy and he'd taken to fiddling his hooves and looking down at them as he spoke in a meeker tone, "He does charities for orphans, foal hospitals, and animals. All sorts of things, I can't even keep up! Aahahaa.." his laugh sounded very self defeating. One might guess he felt small in comparison to his brother.

Randy continued to smile, but he felt more hurt than anything. This pony seemed so honest and forthcoming.. he didn’t seem like the type to lie about what his brother did for a living. This meant a number of pretty shitty things. But most importantly; Sugar had no idea what his brother was really up to behind closed doors. And if he did, he admired his brother too much to give up the goose. “Wow. H- He uh, sounds like a r- regular entrepreneur!” Randy smiled and scooted  bit closer, hoping that the wire wasn’t missing any of this. “Y- You must be very.. very pr- proud of him.”

 "O-oh, phhf, I-I don't know, 'proud' seems kind of a weird word for it since he's a lot older than me. Family's really proud, yeah. I look up to him a lot. I, well, I help my fiance with charities for small animal shelters but I just don't have the charisma he does." He sighed, twiddling his hooves faster. He then laughed anxiously, "Wow, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this all personal, I usually don't- It's probably because it's late. Sorry."

His ear flicked when he heard the word ‘fiancé.’ He sighed to himself as he thought about what that word implied. He loved weddings.. they were truly something special. No pony ever fought, the ceremony and reception were always beautiful, and they were just.. a great way to forget about the troubles of the world. He snapped out of his small daydream, and waved his hoof. “N- No no! N- No trouble at all! I- I know how n- nice it can be t- to just t- talk things out,” he smiled a charming smile, and turned to him. “W- Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re very charismatic! A- And your future br- bride to be must th- think so t- too! Wh- Why else w- would she marry a guy like you? I- I mean, aside from that handsome smile, ch- charming personality, a- and good lo-“ Wait. What.. what the fuck was he doing? .. was he flirting with an engaged stallion?? Who was possibly connected to some kind of underground crime ring?? He felt himself flush deeply and hugged the magazine to his chest, shutting up right away. He hadn’t meant to flirt, even though he was kinda hands- WAIT! Wait wait wait! He was trying to clarify that he didn’t mean Sugar was only charismatic. That he had other qualities his future wife would obviously be interested in… God was hanging around Spinel doing this to him? “.. I- I apologize.. th- that came out wr- wrong…”

 Sugar was playing with his mane in an almost inseccure manner, laughing softly and nervously as Randy gave compliments. His cheeks were deep red and he had a silly little smile at 'future bride', his back hooves kicking as he seemed more and more shy about the whole thing as Randy went on. He was darn near close to covering his face from it. "Eh-heh-eh-- It's fine! You're very kind. Oh no, I hope we don't spend an hour appologizing to eachother...! Bad habit...!"

Randy chuckled and softly cleared his throat, chuckling as he thought about how much apologizing he himself did. Oh goodness Spinel was either furious at this point, or laughing his ass off. Randy softly drummed his thighs and sighed. “Y- You’re lucky y- you know… g- getting married i- is a real blessing. I h- hope one d- day I..” he laughed suddenly, and shook his head, realizing Spinel and the other lawyer were probably listening. “An- Anyways, y- you must be ex- excited to be g- getting married. A- And your br- brother must be just as h- happy for you.”

"Oh sure! He kind of pokes fun at me about it but, that's older brothers for you, yep." He laughed nervously again, looking around and feeling fidgetty. It was way harder talking abou himself, it made him feel really out of place. He glanced at Annibelle and noticed she was seeming about as restless as he was. "Oh, hold on, I should at least let her run around a bit. It should be fine." He let the dog off the leesh and gave her a pat, and she responded by quickly getting up, shaking off, and bounding clumsily around some grass and trees, sniffing around and doing the general dog business.

 Randy furrowed his brow, smiling curiously. “Wh- Why would he make f- fun of you f- for getting married? S- Seems like a n- natural thing to d- do.” He watched the dog run off and do its business, fascinated by the animal. Aside from the lounging, lazy sheep dogs back in The Highlands, he really never watched dogs do anything besides lie around. He still listed to Sugar, but wanted to watch the dog do its dog.. thing.

 "Oh umm, he's just the teasing type." he seemed to laugh more and more the more nervous he got, though his laughing was always fairly soft and timid sounding. "A-and well, I guess it is sort of unusual. But that's not really anything important. Heh." He watched Annibelle as well, and while she seemed to be having fun running around and sniffing nearly everything, Sugar looked concerned. He put a hoof up to his chin and narrowed his eyes with worry, "... Gosh, her gait seems really off tonight. I hope she's alright for the show, she wouldn't do well like that."

Oh sweet Celestia. Randy heaved suddenly, but covered it with a cough. He patted his chest and cleared his throat roughly. “S- Sorry! D- Don’t know wh- what that was!” He scratched the back of his head and nervously laughed, immediately tearing his gaze from the dog and resting his eyes back on Sugar’s face. “S- So um.. wh- what’s so u- unusual ab- about this wedding! I- If you don’t mind m- me asking. I d- don’t want to pry if y- you’d rather not t- talk about it.”

 "Kind of dry tonight, probably." He shifted a bit, "Well, I have nothing to be ashamed of but still, you might have to be ah- a little open-minded." Sugar did seem happy about his fiance, and not ashamed of her, but he looked more anxious over what a pony might think of him.

Randy shrugged. “N- No judgements h- here my fr- friend.” He sat back a bit and smiled pleasantly. “Sh- She must be very sp- special for you t- to covet h- her identity the way y- you are. D- Don’t want some st- stranger trying to steal her from you I suppose.” He laughed a friendly, teasing laugh and softly scratched his cheek.

"I think she'd be more worried about me getting stolen away...!" Sugar gave a bit of a silly laugh that time, slipping out a few snorts on accident and coughing self conciously about it after. He calmed and quieted, back to fidgetting. "She's a Dimondian. I know a lot of ponies wouldn't understand but she's just... Tenacious and perfect and I really do love her..." he sighed in an enamoured fashion.

 … oh. Randy wasn’t typically the sort to be judgmental.. but perhaps this pony liked dogs a bit too much. “Oh well I- I’m sure she is v- very lovely,” he said with a polite smile. “Y- You two must be qu- quite the pair!” It was unusually sure, but he could tell how much he cared about this Dimondian. After all, he had sighed his share of infatuated sighs when he was around Spinel.. Right! He wasn’t here to be engaging in silly filly talk. He needed to get information. “W- Well, teasing o- or not, I’m sure your br- brother is very proud of you. Y- You sound like you’re trying to do what you can t- to live up to your brother’s..” ‘_rather misleading_’ he thought to himself. “.. reputation.”

 He continued to fiddle with his hooves and nodded, watching Annibelle so he'd feel less awkward. "I don't know, I don't think I could ever be like him. But, I guess I just want to help him as much as I can, anyways! So. Heh. But look at me, babbling on about myself late at night to a pony I just met. Must be taking your time."

Randy shook his head. “No no. M- Matter of f- fact, I could u- use the company. As fascinating as th- this article on..” he opened up to the page he was looking at, showing Sugar the article as he read it’s title. “.. 10 tips on h- how to get your stallion toooooOOWHOAKAY!” He closed the magazine as quickly as he had opened it, and threw it over the back of the bench, blushing furiously. “That was— I- I mean w- wow! Umm.. n- no that’s…” he cleared his throat, laughing uncomfortably. “L- Like I was s- saying… a- as fascinating as that ar- article w- was.. I n- needed some c- company!” Oh Celestia he felt like a fucking idiot. He must’ve looked like some kind of pervert..

 "Oh." He blinked a little cluelessly for a moment, then tried to give a reassuring smile. "Hey it's okay, you were open about my interspecies relationship so your preference is A-okay to me. It's only fair." He nodded, though he was still fumbling and keeping an even closer eye on the dog. "Sssooo you..have a special somepony you want to impress then, huh? Ehehaha, I know it sounds silly but your best bet is to be yourself. I learned that the hard way, ahahaha!"

Randy laughed uncomfortably. “I.. N- No it’s not..” he swallowed and softly rubbed the back of his head, wondering what Spinel was doing at this moment. “N- Not exactly a sp- special some pony n- no.. B- But I do l- like them… B- But I wasn’t.. I mean I didn’t even r- realize that was the ar- article I was.. r- reading! I was j- just.. absently r- reading.” He softly tapped his hooves together. “.. wh- what if… what if who you are isn’t.. isn’t good enough?” he shrugged, and stared down at the gravel path. “.. I- I mean.. I know he likes me too… b- but sometimes I f- feel like…” Oh Heaven help him if he got side-tracked one more time. “… w- well, anyways.. s- so as to n- not bore you w- with tales of my p- personal life.. y- you mentioned you h- help out your brother. Th- That’s really kind of you.” He laughed and gave him a teasing nudge. “B- Boy, you t- take his dog on walks a- and do f- favors for him. I- It’s like your his most tr- trusted errand c- colt or something.”

 "Well. If you're not good enough for them then they're not the right one for you." he shrugged, looking a little appologetic, "That wasn't my place to say though, sorry." He cleared his throat and whistled, calling Annibelle back over. He pet her face once she was there, keeping her head in his lap. "I wouldn't say 'errand colt' I mean, that's just what family does. Ahh but I was always a suck up. Sometimes he used to even give me lollipops whenever I did something to help. He always taught me to keep positive so it's the least I could do."

Randy was going to say something, but he.. he honestly didn’t know how to react. That seemed a bit callous to say, especially coming from such an overly positive and cheerful type such as Sugar. But.. maybe he was right. He wanted to be good enough… but if he really wasn’t… “W- Well he sounds like a gr- great.. r- role.. model.” He maintained his smile, but inside he was starting to feel.. angry for some reason. He reasoned it couldn’t be over what Sugar said.. but in a way it kind of was. It somehow felt almost like a personal attack, but he knew that the stallion didn’t mean anything by it. “So d- did you ever w- work with y- your brother? L- Like have you ever.. s- seen the w- work he does th- that allows him to invest in such.. ch- charitable things li- like orphanages and such?”

 "Huh...? Oh, well, he does a few things. Like, he breeds dogs like most of our family- uh, not to seem arrogant of course, but the Smiles family created a lot of the pure breeds you see today, so pups go for pretty high prices." He cooed at Annibelle and pet her ears, "Annibelle's the great grandaughter of his first dog, Biscuit. He decided to keep her and one of her brothers, named Rotini." He seemed to totally lose track of the original question.

 “H- How cool!” Randy said with forced interest, looking down at Annibelle briefly. “I d- didn’t realize th- that dog breeding w- was such a lucrative b- business… d- does your br- brother do just breed dogs?” He smiled, and softly patted his thighs.

"Oh it can get downright nasty sometimes, but we have all the papers to prove our dogs are legitimate and the best quality." He laughed and scratched his head, looking up with a clueless expression. "He's just... really good with ponies... He networks a lot, he's got friends everywhere, so when he runs a charity drive he can get all sorts of ponies donating to whatever cause he's supporting. Right now I hear he's trying to donate playgrounds to all the Canterlot orphanages, isn't that great?"

Randy nodded slowly, his voice dropping its friendliness just a tinge. “Y- Yeah.. th- that’s gr- great…” So was Candy actually getting support for his other ‘underground’ operations by holding these charities drives? It was certainly an effective way to launder money. You make more than you plan to spend, table the rest, and pay for the ‘playgrounds.’ Randy furrowed his brow a moment, thinking this over before he returned to his pleasant and cheerful facade. “S- So he’s g- got a lot of fr- friends? I- If he’s h- half as friendly as y- you, he must have hundreds!”

 "Well he's three times as friendly so I guess that means he has thousands!" he laughed but it died down as he felt awkward saying that, and he felt even tinier than before. He just kept stroking Annibelle's ears absently, trying to be happy that he had such an interesting brother. "... Yeah, he really does have lots of them." There was something excedingly lonely sounding with that, but he still had that big warm smile plastered on his face.

Randy felt kind of guilty about this whole ordeal. Ordinarily, if they weren’t trying to catch the criminal mastermind of an underground, under-age sex slavery organization, he’d be trying to get to know Sugar better… gosh it sounded so unreal when he thought of it that way. It was obvious this stallion felt like he was trying to live up to something bigger than who he was. It was a shame he couldn’t just tell him the truth about his brother. About who he really was and how Sugar was so much better than him. He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “W- Well I’m sure h- he doesn’t want you t- to feel o- out of the loop or anything! H- He must want to share those th- thousands of friends with you, right?” He gave him a friendly nudged and smiled a much more natural, and somewhat comforting smile.

"What- all over Equestria? No, no, I like to stick around this side of Equestria. The ones I do meet I'm usually just passing something along since my brother's so busy all the time. Besides, they don't really seem to share my interests. I do try! I do, but it's always just awkward small talk and they don't seem to like me so, well, you know, ahah... I don't really know what I'm talking about." He started to get up, petting Annibelle still. "Flora's going to get worried if I don't get back soon."

‘Take stuff? So he is an errand colt.’ Randy nodded, and stood up. “Y- Yeah, I’d better g- get going to. It’s g- getting kind of chilly out anyways.” He smiled and leaned down, giving Annibelle a few pats on the head. “G- Good girl k- keeping your m- master’s brother safe.” He chuckled and held out his hoof to Sugar. “It was a pl- pleasure talking to you! Th- Thanks for keeping m- me company! W- We should h- have lunch sometime! Y- You know, if you’re not too busy.” He chuckled, and raised a brow. “.. m- maybe I could meet your l- lovely fiancee as well!”

Annibelle licked Randy's hoof at being pet, stump tail wagging away.

Sugar looked shocked and flattered, "Really? Well if I'm still in the area I guess- Sure--! Hold on, let me--" He awkwardly dug around in his sweatervest, then smiled, taking something out and putting it in Randy's hoof as he shook it. He flushed awkwardly, "It's just a dog treat but you should give it to the next nice pooch you meet to help with that fear of yours..!"

Randy smiled and reached into his own pocket, and handed him a business card. “C- Call me wh- when you h- have time o- or you’re in the area. I w- would really enjoy seeing y- you again, a- and meeting your future bride.” He pocketed the treat, and retrieved the magazine from behind the bench. No sense waisting an.. interesting read. He winked, and strolled off, looking over his shoulder as he waved. “S- See you soon M- Mr. Smiles!”

He looked at the card curiously, then flushed and choked a moment before laughing again at the bride thing. "See you, Mr. Ram!" He watched Randy walk off a bit, tilting his head. He talked to himself a bit, "Huh. What an unexpected night, maybe it means good luck..!" He hummed and continued on his walk in the other direction, a little hop in his step as we went. He did unusually well in that conversation, even if his brother took up half of it.

#spinel #other #rp snippet

[thequeenofsastiel]

KinnPorsche Episode 14 Review-I found it all somewhat interesting and then VegasPete happened and I realized the rest of it didn't matter

The title says it all

Okay, let’s do this.

I found it strange that Vegas promised Porsche that he’d keep Pete safe, but didn’t try to get Pete out of the way before the extremely dangerous gun fight. Pete very easily could have died, and I find it confusing that Vegas didn’t try to protect him more, given his love for Pete.

I wish Porsche’s memory issue had been explored and explained a little more. Admittedly I don’t know how likely it is that discovering that your memories of a traumatic event were completely wrong could cause Porsche’s symptoms, though, so 🤷‍♀️

I love the way Kim comforted Tankhun after they were lied to about Korn dying.

I want to feel annoyed about Kinn grabbing Porsche’s dick during the gun battle, but the problem is that it’s completely in character. I absolutely believe that Kinn is so horny for Porsche that regardless of what’s going on around him Kinn will still feel the need to do something sexual with Porsche. Also I kind of feel like Kinn thinks that he might die so he might as well squeeze his boyfriend’s dick one last time.

Vegas’s feelings about Porsche are so all over the place. Like he sincerely wants to help him and then wants to cruelly kill him to torture Kinn. But I don’t think Vegas is particularly well adjusted or emotionally stable, so I suppose it makes sense.

The whole thing with Kim fighting a battle while Porchay is completely oblivious with his headphones on is an overdone trope imo and was a little tedious to watch. But to be fair I in general find fight scenes a little tedious, so I’m not comfortable definitively saying that it was objectively boring. Then again all art is subjective so I’ll just say that I found it boring.

Honestly I find all fight scenes boring. It’s just a bunch of actors jumping around pretending to shoot each other. The only fight scenes I ever find mildly interesting are ones in fantasy or sci-fi. It’s why I rarely watch action movies, and am only watching this show for the romances and a few of the side characters I like(Arm, Pol, Tankhun). The power struggles at the meetings I do find somewhat interesting, because I like the tension. But fight scenes themselves just don’t do it for me.

However, they did feel appropriate in this episode, regardless of how interesting I personally found them. It was the climax of all these issues between the two families, and necessary, imo.

The plot with Namphuenge is still silly to me. And literally the ONLY reason for that is that Porsche came to work for Korn entirely coincidentally. I get that the show wanted there to be an exciting meet cute, but I feel like they could have done it in a way that made it so that Korn engineered their meeting. Not Kinn just randomly coming across Porsche and getting his help. So I feel like that cut the emotion from the scene. I just kept rolling my eyes at the absurdity the whole time.

If Korn really sent Thee to protect Porsche and Porchay then he clearly didn’t care that much as he didn’t replace him when he realized Thee was unreliable.

Porsche becoming leader of the minor family is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. I can only assume that Korn has ulterior motives, because there’s no way he can genuinely think that Porsche would be a good leader. Porsche has literally no experience, he’s not remotely ruthless enough, and, I’m sorry, but I just don’t think he’s clever enough to be an effective leader. He’s lovable, he’s kind, but he’s not smart enough to do that.

And perhaps that’s Korn’s whole plan. Porsche will be entirely reliant on Kinn, and, if they break up, Porsche won’t be able to challenge him. If he was able to beat Kinn, I think it’s likely that it’d be pure happenstance.

What I DO find less believable is that Porsche would accept Korn’s offer. He didn’t really want to be a part of that life in the first place. His one goal all along has been to protect Porchay. Becoming leader of the minor family puts Porchay in even more danger. I just can’t buy that Porsche wants power so much that he’s willing to do that.

I don’t really care enough about Porchay and Kim to comment on their scenes this episode, apologies to those who are fans of them. I just feel like Kim has been too erratic in his behavior towards Porchay for me to feel any investment in their relationship. If I was Porchay I would drop him and look for someone who would treat me better. But Porchay is young, and spent a long time looking at Kim with hero worship. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if Kim was able to win him back.

I suppose the final boat scene was cute enough, the problem is that I don’t really care about Kinn and Porsche all that much anymore, and spent the whole time hoping that the scene would end so I could get more VegasPete.

Which brings me to my favorite parts of the episode.

VegasPete

Oh, VegasPete

My love.

My conflicted, conflicted love for them.

Everything about their relationship flies in the face of all that I know is good and healthy and consensual. But it hits me right where I’m the most vulnerable emotionally. They’re deeply, violently kinky, and that just does it for me, and no amount of trying to talk myself out of loving the two of them together has worked.

So I’m just gonna do what Pete did, and give into that love, and try desperately to not feel guilty about it.

Now that we’ve established my conflicted feelings, let’s talk about them.

I adored that Vegas got so soft when he saw Pete. That he couldn’t remotely bring himself to hurt Pete. Even when Vegas pinned Pete down, he didn’t do it violently. And he let Pete hit him repeatedly. I don’t believe for a second that Vegas couldn’t have fought him off if he wanted to. He let Pete express his rage. Perhaps one could interpret that as Vegas being submissive, but I more think it’s that Vegas was willing to do anything to get Pete back. And I don’t think Pete was being dominant. I think Pete was fighting the part of himself that had fallen for Vegas, that needed Vegas. He was trying to prove to himself that he was strong enough to not love Vegas.

But he failed. And I believe that was demonstrated later in the episode, when he left the main family behind, and ran after Vegas, calling himself Vegas’s pet, and Vegas his owner. He allowed himself to be entirely vulnerable, and saying he was hungry was his way of begging Vegas to take care of him. He gave in completely, and it was beautiful to see. I had tears in my eyes watching it. The way Pete screamed and wept when Vegas was shot was fucking heartbreaking.

Sidenote, no fucking way Vegas survives that many shots in the abdomen with the medical technology we have today. Even if he was brought to a doctor right that second, there isn’t a chance in hell he’d survive that.

The way they kissed and snuggled at the end was adorable. If they aren’t the focus of season 2 it’ll be a fucking crime.

It’s hard to judge this episode, tbh, because the rest of it pales in comparison to the VegasPete bits, at least for me. I’ll try to separate the two once again.

The VegasPete segments get a 10/10

The rest gets a 6/10

#KinnPorsche episode 14 #kinnporsche spoilers #kinnporsche review #my reviews #vegaspete #KinnPorsche

[hedera-bellum]

Hi😊 I was wondering if I can request a headcanon with Luz, Lieb, Bull, Nix and Toye and how they take care of the reader when is sick? Thank you🤗

Omg I love this trope even tho I’m so afraid of being sick…and I’m apologizing in advance for some of the poor writing. I really need to learn how to write for characters I’m not head over heels for

George Luz

George wouldn’t really want to admit to you being sick

Since you being around him tended to bring out the pep in you, seeing you sluggish and under the weather would throw him off a bit

Once he got over himself he’d be rushing to get you comfortable and well enough to bring you back as his partner in crime

Would totally bring you candies and such before you had to remind him that Hershey bars and taffy is not sustenance

Added bonus, George’s body temperature is always a little warm so if blankets aren’t available you best believe he’s the best human blanket there is

Joe Liebgott

Definitely would be scolding you if it was something like catching a cold after being out in the winter and refusing to take his jacket

He would not let you do ANYTHING by yourself, even the simplest tasks you assure him you can do

Would genuinely be excited to be able to spend a bit of time with you relaxing, even though it may not be in the best circumstances

He can’t cook too well, but he’ll try his best for you (just don’t expect gourmet chicken soup)

Bull Randleman

So many cuddles oh my gosh

No doubt he’s big spoon though, no compromises

And also cooking that’s better than expected honestly

Tell him what you want and somehow he’ll figure out how to make it

Total papa bear energy

Keeps reassuring you you’re gonna be ok, even if it’s just a little cold that’ll pass in a day or two

Even after you’re better, he’ll insist you come back to rest with him

Lewis Nixon

Would be making sarcastic comments no doubt, but realistically would be worried about you and just wouldn’t admit it

If you weren’t too sick, to make the most of the time you’d probably play a lot of cards and board games to pass the time

He’s not really good at cooking per say, but he can bake and mix drinks if that’s what you’re looking for

Then again, you may have to remind him alcohol isn’t the best for sickness

If you don’t clearly vocalize that whatever he’s doing is helping you, he’s going to get super self conscious about whatever it is and try a million other things until you do like it

The man needs praise, what can I say

Joe Toye

Similar to Lieb he’d be a bit frustrated at first, but more for himself thinking he could have done more to prevent it

When you’re sick, he definitely gets a little quieter than normal, more focused on you than anything else while still having a little bit of that guilt

Obviously he’s tense, so you’ll eventually convince him to just relax and come lay with you

He’d argue a bit that he could do more than that, but eventually with some convincing he’ll be asleep cuddling you in no time

#band of brothers #band of brothers fandom #easy company #bob #hbo war #band of brothers headcanon

[artianaiolanthe]

TLDR: I don’t like Billy Hargrove as portrayed by the fandom at large and said portrayal only makes me actively hate his character when on further reflection my biggest issue with him is wasted potential

I don’t hate Billy Hargrove as a character. 

I don’t believe he was irredeemable, I don’t believe he’s the worst/most evil person on the show, I don’t believe he deserved to die. Looking only at what is to be seen from the source material, I can actually say Billy was an interesting character with potential for development. At some point I could have said I was excited to see what would be done with him.

But when I say I hate Billy, I mean I hate what the fandom has done to him. I hate the shipping object who’s there because y’all want to shove Steve into a relationship with another “attractive” boy, I hate the pity sink that has no responsibility for any of his wrongs because of his abuse, I hate the woobified little meow meow I see time and time again that the stans can’t seem to separate from what was portrayed on screen and I hate Olympic level mental gymnastics people twist themselves into because they can’t acknowledge his flaws.

Billy doesn’t HAVE to be a good person, you know? You can like him warts and all. It doesn’t make you a bad person to like a shitty character, asshole characters can be fun and entertaining. David from Lost Boys has the same energy as Billy (minus my biggest criticism) and I adore him. Some of my favourite American Horror Story characters are utter abominations of human beings.Toffee from Star Vs. is probably the show’s best character. The only Silent Hill protagonist who’s got an argument for being a good person is Harry and he’s one of my least favourites. I’ll always love and miss Kali. It’s kind of sad if the only way you can enjoy a character is to ignore or absolve them of wrongdoings, it’s part of who they are, it’s what makes them unique.

And ignoring these flaws that are fundamentally how they are shown to interact with the rest of the cast, in Billy’s case especially, is infuriating. You can’t look at Billy’s behaviour towards Lucas and say he isn’t racist; you can’t look at how he terrorized Max and say he never abused her, you can’t act like everything he’s done has been a silly little misunderstanding and isn’t seriously fucked up! I know it’s fandom, you want to draw and gif and write fic, I’m not saying to like Billy you have to have an itemized list of his sins and swear you do not agree with him, but the bare fucking minimum you need to do is acknowledge his wrongs and not argue with anyone about the fact that they happened.

What, do you write Billy as though he’s never done any of the things he’s called out for? That’s how you write him, not how the show portrays him. You can write and hc to your heart’s content any au you like but don’t treat it like canon, or like it should be the universal view of him.

And for the love of god if you really feel the need to defend him, stop and think of why. Why can’t he be racist or abusive? Why do you have to insist he’s not what he so clearly is. Goody Proctor isn’t going to point you out at the Black Sabbath for liking a fictional character, why can’t it be and instead of but or because? Billy can feel protective of Max and be abusive of her in the process, Billy can be a victim and perpetuate the abuse he suffers, most of all Billy can be deserving of sympathy AND have racist behaviours to unlearn. 

But do you want to have to reckon with that? Do you really feel like the only way you can like Billy is to ignore these very integral parts of him and completely rewrite his history? Or do you genuinely not see anything wrong with his behaviour? Cause if so, I wanna know what bandersnatch bullshit your netflix pulled to let you watch a different show. I hope you can bite your tongue whenever Billy comes up because you clearly aren’t acknowledging what everyone else is and you shouldn’t have a place in the argument if you’re going to ignore the facts. 

Again, I like Billy’s character as a concept. It would have been very interesting if the plot we got included some self reflection, some development, not a 180 into a saint but at least a complex Moral Greyness that would have made him an interesting part of the cast. I can see that his reaction to abuse was very different from Jonathan and Will’s and it should have made for a fascinating parallel. I don’t hate Billy because of the way his abuse has caused him to lash out.

I hate Billy because he chose to lash out in a racist manner and because he lashed out at his younger stepsister in a way where she was clearly scared of him in season two. I hate him because he, like much of Stranger Things, is a well of wasted potential. 

And most of all, I hate him because many of his fandom refuses to acknowledge his flaws and wants to pretend he’s not responsible for his bigotry and hatred.

Billy was never going to be the next Zuko or Steve’s soulmate. He is a victim and a tragic one of circumstances beyond his control. But he’s also an abusive and racist bully and it’s not exaggerating or reductive to say that. It’s just a facet of who he is in the grand scheme of hurt people hurting other people. Billy chose to punch down and in show will never have a chance to atone for it, and while a redemption fic would be nice to read I don’t think I could bring myself to because I’ve only been shown that people only care about the good parts of redemption (the rewards and the acceptance) and couldn’t care less about the work and the consequences. The Duffers may have killed Billy off in an unsatisfying and underwhelming manner, but in my eyes Billy never had a chance to thrive as a character because the majority of the fandom tried so hard to white out his flaws. In the show he’s a disappointment and in fandom for me he only inspires vitriol. Everything about Fandom Billy is a hollow vessel of fool’s gold and I fucking hate everything about it.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things discussion #anti harringrove #don't really feel like tagging this as anti billy because i'm trying to articulate my problems rather than bash him #but tread carefully if you're sensitive i guess #this isn't calling out anyone in particular #there was just a straw that broke the camel's back #so now we have a 1000 word ramble about why fandom ruined billy for me

[hops-hunny]

Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)��s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it. 

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after. 

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s! 

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow. 

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.” 

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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[dimpleddaydreams]

Studio Night (Idol!Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: Fluff  Characters: Idol!Yoongi, Idol!Hoseok, Reader  Rating: T Word Count: 945  Warnings: None, it’s just fluff. A/N: Just a short oneshot I wrote for fun! Everything I’ve been writing recently has been so dark and long, I thought I’d write something completely opposite. Hope you enjoy it. (Also, I know the header pic is not my best work, it was done quickly. Please don’t come for me lol) xx

    Yoongi sat alone in his studio, the door shut and locked. He tapped his pen onto the desk before jotting down a few more lines on the paper. Reading it back to himself, he scoffed, ripping it from the notebook and throwing it into the already overflowing trash can.

    He looked at the time on his computer. 1:12 am.

    He had been in the studio almost all day, and still had nothing to show for it. Everything he wanted to say, he couldn’t seem to put into words. He tried playing a few strings on his guitar, but no note seemed to speak to what he was feeling.  

     Yoongi looked at the messy state his desk was in; empty cans of various drinks, wrappers from several hours’ worth of snacks, a notebook with half the pages ripped out, a pen and his phone, opened to your Instagram. He grabbed his device, looking at your profile. He scrolled down, taking in every sweet-smiled picture you’ve posted, every night out with friends, every new adventure you were excited to share.

     He stumbled on an old picture of the two of you. He smirked, remembering it clearly.

      “Come on, Yoongi, we hang out all the time and I don’t have a single picture with you!”

      “Agh…” He groaned. He leaned back on the couch in your living room, watching you get your phone camera ready.  

      “Please, Yoongi?” You pleaded, looking up at him with big eyes. “Just one.”

      “Fine…” He grumbled playfully. He knew it was useless, he couldn’t seem to tell you no.

    He scooted in slightly closer to you, afraid you could hear how hard his heart was beating. The scent of your perfume tickled his nose, and he could feel how warm you were, even from the distance.

   “Look, I know you’re trying to act like you’re too cool for anything,” You teased, smiling at him when he raised his eyebrows. “But could you at least pretend like we’re friends.”

    A grin creeped up on Yoongi’s face, amused at your teasing. He scooted even closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

    “That’s more like it.” You said through giggles. Yoongi’s grin became a full, gummy smile, as you rested your head into him for the picture.

    With one quick snap, it was over. You pulled away from him, your warmth leaving him. His face dropped as you focused on your phone, flipping through the filters.

    His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, startling him. He quickly shut off his phone before cracking the door opened slightly, peeking out to see Hoseok greeting him with a sleepy smile.

 “Hey, do you need anything? I’m about to head home for the night.” He asked. Yoongi opened the door completely.

 “No, I’m ok. Just trying to figure this song out.” Yoongi said, walking back to his desk.

 “What’s the hang up?” Hoseok asked, coming into the studio.

 “I uh…” Yoongi started, not knowing how to explain. “I guess I know the concept for it, like, I know what I want to say. I just don’t know how to say it.”

  Hoseok nodded, trying to think of something helpful to say with the vague answer Yoongi gave him. Yoongi’s phone interrupted, vibrating loudly on the desk. They both looked down to see a message from you.

  Hey, loser, are you up?  

  Hoseok watched as Yoongi snatched his phone quickly, a smirk on his face as he read your message again, before pulling up his messages to text you back immediately.

  “I think I get what you mean.” Hoseok said to Yoongi, face glued to his phone.  

  “Hm.” Yoongi hummed, half-listening to his friend.

  “It’s hard to find the words sometimes to tell a girl how you feel.” Hoseok said, causing Yoongi’s head to shoot up, his brows furrowed as he looked genuinely clueless.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi mumbled, causing Hoseok to laugh.

 “You’re in love with Y/N, it’s pretty obvious.” Hoseok said. “You can’t write the song because you won’t admit it. You can’t put words to how you feel if you’re not willing to even acknowledge it.”

  Yoongi scoffed, his instincts to get defensive kicking in.

  “I’m not in love with her. I didn’t sit in this room all day, trying to write a song for Y/N.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, bringing his attention back to your message. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Hoseok laughed. “Ok, Yoongi. Whatever you say, I won’t push you.”

  Yoongi watched his friend wave goodbye as he walked out of the studio door, a smug smile on his face.

  He huffed dismissively as he sat back down in his chair, looking at the bubble on his screen. He leaned back, waiting on your message, his thumbs wiggling over the screen in anticipation.

 I can’t sleep. I know you’re working, but do you care if I come over?  

 Yoongi’s gummy smile couldn’t help but show itself as he read your message. Another bubble popped up, and Yoongi felt his heart thud as he read your message;

 Who knows? Maybe I can convince you to write your next song about how great I am. haha!

 He laughed at your playful message, loving the innocence that you had not knowing how right you actually were; how much truth there was in your joke.

 You can try, kid. Come over whenever, the door is always unlocked.

 He hit send, a jolt of excitement shooting through him at the realization that he gets to see you. He curses Hoseok under his breath with a smile on his face, hating to admit that his friend just might be right. x

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[ichorai]

the devil's queen ; k.yr

pairing ; forest queen!yeri x devil!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; in which the queen of the forest seeks out the devil’s help after accidentally turning her husband to stone.

themes ; fantasy, slight fluff and angst, royalty au, devil au, magic au, forest au (?), forbidden love au

words ; 4.2k

warnings / includes ; devils obv, mentions of divorce and a loveless marriage, uhm yeri turns her husband into stone, one mention of angels, teasing banter, an absurd amount of description because yeri is gorgeous and i can't help myself, both yeri and reader are little shits, kissy kiss kiss at the end </3

a/n ; my first gg fic :D i'm rlly excited for this one !! i'm literally in love with yeri so i'm so happy to finally post this ! thank you to @doievoir for beta reading <3 also thanks to @subways-stuff and @koocycle for being gay with me :(

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The stone of the balcony’s railing beneath the forest queen’s fingertips was just slightly cold to the touch, mellowed by the night’s sweet breeze. Her face, dappled by the moon’s gentlest luminescence, bore a somber expression, only managing to mask the panic she truly felt by a thread of her being. Pale was her dress, and paler her skin became as she grew clammy with unease. The sheer, opal chiffon of her skirts grazed the balcony floor with faint kisses in accordance to Yeri’s ceaseless fidgeting. And because of her restless movements, the intricate leaf crown propped atop her temple was now slightly askew, placed awkwardly amongst her perfectly-curled tendrils.

From where you were standing, watching the queen, worry etched into her soft features, you almost felt a shred of pity. The keyword being almost. Devils rarely ever felt remorse.

You took this opportunity to look around the queen’s chambers. After all, it wasn’t every day that you’re summoned by a woman of such importance, much less the queen of the forest herself. Gorgeous vines twisted up marble columns, white flowers scattered across the greenery. Every which way you looked, there were at least five potted plants ranging from minuscule succulents to large ferns longer than your own arm span. Even the bed had a canopy of iridescent petals and glossy leaves.

“You must really enjoy nature,” you quipped, taking slight amusement in the way Yeri jumped at the sound of your voice, spinning around with a hand on her chest. “Looks to be bordering on obsession, actually…”

The queen, having come down from her initial shock, looked upon you with a quizzical eyebrow. “I called you to help me, not to make comments on my lifestyle.” She waved her fingers in the air, conjuring a thick vine that wrapped around her waist as if it were a snake. “Besides, I’m the queen of the forest. It would be more bewildering to find my chamber void of natural elements.”

A toothy grin so wide it made you look sinister graced your lips, and you bowed your head slightly. Yeri, much to her dismay, couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or mocking.

“I like that you feel the need to defend yourself against the devil. Makes me feel somewhat of importance,” you uttered the words with a simple-minded hum, eyes glowing with mirth. “Which brings me to ask… why have you called me here?”

The silence was suffocating as she strode up towards you, an almost defiant look glazing over her irises. She was so close that you could detect a hint of her sweet scent; an intoxicating concoction of apricots and grass and the slight tang of the air just before it rained. A tad too refreshing for your taste, but it suited her well.

On the other hand, Yeri found that you were as warm as a walking fireplace, and smelled as if you had doused yourself in cinnamon and musky cologne. Though it wasn’t necessarily an awful aroma, it was most definitely strong and caught her off guard. Who knew the devil would radiate the odor of a popular dessert spice?

Yeri’s steps slowed down once she was just in front of you, near enough that her soft skirts brushed against your dress pants. You noted the way her breathing seemed to hitch, teeth slightly tugging at the plushness of her bottom lip in hesitancy. What was she waiting for?

And with a deep exhale, she reached somewhere behind you with the speed of lightning, as if she wanted to get this over and done with. Her fingers curled tightly around a fistful of white cloth cloaking a large mass, tugging on it with a mild grunt. You spun on your heel with an arched eyebrow, watching with suppressed curiosity.

As you beheld the sight, expression unfaltering, Yeri buried her face in her hands, practically vibrating in stagnant shame. You wondered if she was crying, but found that her face was dry when she pulled herself away from her palms. Either she was trying too hard to feel the comforting weight of sadness, or she was lying to herself about caring.

It was most likely the latter. The thought brought a smile to your face.

A chiseled statue stood in front of the both of you. Opal in color and sculpted with perfect body proportions, your smile melded into an intrigued frown.

“I know,” Yeri whispered without turning back to look at you. “I’m a monster.”

“Don’t call yourself a monster in front of the devil, it’s unbecoming,” you snorted in contempt. Then, you gestured limply towards the statue. “I don’t even know what this is. Did you call me here to show off an artsy escapade of yours? I’ve got far more important things to do, you know.” ‘Important things’ really meant watching two crows fight over a moldy baguette down in the village streets. You might’ve been the devil, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were busy all the time.

Disdain colored her words as she hissed out, “I turned my husband to stone,” rouge laced her cheekbones as she quickly added on, almost an afterthought, “by accident.”

Oh? You clasped your hands together behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels. Now you were starting to see the resemblance, recalling the forest queen’s marriage to a man whose only facial expression seemed to be stoically indifferent. “My, my,” you crooned glibly, “what an interesting turn of events. Are you sure it was an accident?”

The forest queen clearly didn’t take your teasing lightly.

“I didn’t even know I could,” she said in an icy tone, glancing down at her hands, one still fisted in the coversheet. After a moment’s pause, she spoke up again, turning towards you. “But I need him back.”

A guffaw slipped past you as you wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That’s no fun at all. You want me to bring him back? Your moronic oaf of a husband? I’m sure you could find a new one with the snap of a finger. Besides, it’s better to keep him this way. He seems far more intelligent as stone.”

Having said your fill and satisfied with the fuming look Yeri wore, you spun on your heel, about to head out of the castle and run your other devil errands.

A bright flower of consternation unfurled within her ribcage, and the forest queen found herself hurrying forward, curling her fingers around the wrist of the subject of her torment. Almost immediately, she let go, partly from shock at her own actions, but mostly from the fact that your skin was borderline scalding. You are the devil, after all. Yeri should have been more careful.

“Do you forget who I am?” she hissed nonetheless, glowering at your unturned back, her tone swimming in a pool of severity.

At her question, you whirled around to look upon her in bemusement.

“I’m the queen of the forest!”

You nodded just slightly. “So you’ve mentioned.”

Mouth agape and nose twitching slightly in an attempt to contain her umbrage, she whispered out, almost bristling in hostility, “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Finally catching on, I see.” You flashed her wink, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning forward. “Let me make one thing clear. You may be a queen, but you are not my queen. I haven’t forgotten who you are to the mortals, but I feel you’ve forgotten who I am.”

A genuinely wounded look found its way sprawled across her soft features. She struggled to find her voice for a minute, before turning her head away to gaze upon the moon in shame.

“What can I do to convince you?”

Though the words were quiet, you could still detect the stubborn tenacity interwoven through the question.

Instead of answering her inquiry, you retaliated with one of your own.

“Did you love him?”

Her face snapped back to you, frozen in incredulity. “What?” she asked, furrowing her perfect brows.

“Did you love him?” you repeated, this time rolling your eyes to the leafy canvas obscuring the ceiling. “You need not lie to me. I’ll know.”

With a shred of hesitancy clinging onto her, she uttered lowly, “No. It was a diplomatic marriage… he’s the crown prince of the ice mountains. And I need him back before anybody notices. You understand why I have to have him back, don’t you? This could cause a war.”

“A little foolish of you to ask a devil to prevent a war, don’t you think? We live for chaos,” you susurrated into her ear, circling her like a predator would their prey. Yeri flushed at your words. “Pray tell, why didn’t you ask an angel? Why come to me?”

She drew herself to her full height, almost as if sizing you up. You grinned at that. What an interesting character she was. “I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want an angel to know of my mistake. Angels judge, and devils are used to despicable acts far worse than what I did. Of course I had to go with the latter.”

It was silent for a moment, the leaves rustling with the cold breeze. “Smart girl,” you hummed, impressed. Yeri cleared her throat, evidently flustered.

With a flick of your hand, the statue’s marble hue slowly faded away, color returning to the forest queen’s husband. A gasp left her throat, and she scurried across the room, almost tripping over the wisps of her skirt in the process. The prince of the ice mountains fell to the floor just as his feet loosened up, and he looked as if he had woken up from a horrid sleep, a dumbfounded expression masking his usually stoic features.

He looks stupid, you thought to yourself as Yeri knelt down beside him. Why would she choose him of all people?

“Have fun being married to somebody you don’t love,” you called out to the couple.

Yeri glanced upwards, a ‘thank you’ just on the tip of her tongue. But when she looked towards where you had been standing, there was nobody there. The wind whistled in your absence, and everything suddenly felt cold.

The forest was quiet as Yeri stormed through. The leaves stopped whispering, the birds halted their chirps, and the rivers grew muted. She was livid, so much so that small wildflowers the color of winter unconsciously sprouted in her furious trail. There were tear tracks forming rivulets down the apples of her cheeks, but they were long dried. She was too angry to cry now.

You danced your fingers along the bark of the branch you were sitting on, swinging your legs in bemusement as you watched the Queen bask in her fury.

Your landing from tree to ground made naught a sound, but Yeri seemed to sense that you were already there, for her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. Perhaps she wanted to look as if she had at least some semblance of her life put together in front of you. You weren’t quite sure why she bothered; you already knew she was in shambles.

Today she wore a plain sage button dress, the fabric flaring softly at her hips and arms. The skirt reached just below her knees; a considerate choice seeing as she was trudging through mud and foliage of all sorts. A white cloth was tied about her temple, keeping gorgeous locks of dark ebony from falling into her tempestuous eyes. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and seeing her angry conjured a queer elation within you. What’s gotten her so riled up this time?

With outstretched arms, you beamed at her scowl. “Regretting asking me to free your husband from his stony confines? I did warn you against it, did I not?”

She folded her arms over her chest. “Forgive me for choosing not to trust the devil.”

“You’re a hypocrite,” you said in a sing-song tone. “You chose to trust me the moment you asked me to fix your poor husband. What is it you want from me now? Did you call me to turn him back to stone this time?”

An affronted look colored her already-miffed features a twisted hue. She seemed to relax just slightly when she realized that you were just jesting, as you always were.

“He wants me to move out of the forest. Permanently.” She angled her face away from you so you couldn’t see the turmoil raging within her. It was fruitless, because you saw right through her words. “Says the icy mountains are far better than this infernal place.”

The unexpected sensation of your warm hands on Yeri’s shoulders conjured what felt like an inferno raging within her ribcage. The devil was touching her. Why wasn’t she mad about it?

“Divorce him,” you said, almost nonchalantly. “You don’t love him. Why stay married?”

“I told you,” she shot back in exasperation, trying her damned hardest not to look down at your hands encasing her shoulders, just a thin layer of green fabric separating bare skin to skin contact, “for diplomatic-!”

“Oh, screw diplomacy. You don’t even want to go outside of the forest. What’s the point of staying married to him?” Your words were sharp, a dagger of truth cleaving right through her skull. It was a good point you made, and it made the queen furious to know that you’ve got her beat.

Yeri was starting to think that your ability to constantly put a damper on her mood was a mastered talent. Have you had a lot of experience belittling people? She presumed the answer was yes; the devil didn’t belong only to her, this was undeniably so. Sin was an attractive flavor to mankind. Was it greedy to want the raw form of wrongdoing all to herself?

Plunged into a cavern of her own agitation, she didn’t even notice you releasing her to pace circles around the forest queen. “He doesn’t love you either, just so you know,” you whispered from behind, causing her to startle with a wince, “especially not after that rocky stunt you pulled, hm?”

Something akin to amusement danced in Yeri’s gaze as she turned her head to peer at you. It flickered away just as quickly as it came. “You’re mean,” she said dryly.

“I know, it’s kind of my job.” You rocked back and forth on your heels, leaning against the trunk of a large tree. “So why did you call me back?”

Yeri dithered for just a moment. “I don’t have anybody else to talk to.” With such a shameful statement, you were pleasantly surprised to see how she managed to say it in such a leveled tone.

“And so you came to the devil for mild chit chat?”

She bowed her head. “I did, yes. Do you have an issue with that?”

You shook your head with a slight smile. It was a truthful response; you quite enjoyed studying Yeri’s mannerisms and turmoils.

A stoic expression crossed her elegant visage as she nodded at you, and then proceeded to turn away, striding out of the forest with naught another word more, tendrils of hair fluttering airily with each step.

News of the forest queen’s divorce to the prince of the ice mountains spread quicker than a royal archer’s arrow. Some said she did so in a spectacle of dramatic tears and ring-throwing. Others gossipped that she slipped away into the woods with only a mere note to inform the prince of what was going on. And the most popular story going around was Yeri proclaiming the divorce void of any emotion, ignoring the prince when he dropped to his knees and begged her to stay.

Knowing both parties of the couple, you were sure that all three spin-offs were far from the truth.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Yeri called you back again, this time with a hint of a grin tracing her lips, a startling contrast to the previous two times she’s called you over. The duality of this woman, you thought with a shake of your head.

“What is it this time?” you asked with an annoyed facade, though it was clearly only skin-deep, for the curiosity swimming in your irises betrayed your true stand.

The queen in front of you was wearing a dress of black silk, flowing and cinching in all the right places. A white and canary flower hanging loosely from her ear, a vast juxtaposition from the darkness of her ensemble. She was the true epitome of allure.

“Black to look like you’re mourning to the simple-minded common folk,” you observed, “but the daffodil symbolizes a new, hopeful beginning. You’re not at all upset about your divorce.”

The corners of her carmine lips curled upwards. “Smart devil,” she replied, referencing back to when you had called her just the same. Devils weren’t ones to be flustered, but you supposed that was the closest thing to how you were feeling at the moment. Masking was a true talent of yours, however, because Yeri seemed not to notice at all. “I called you because I’m lonely.”

“It’s one thing after another with you, huh?” Your words lacked any bite, and you found yourself chuckling while threading your fingers through your hair. “Looking for an affair the same day you get divorced isn’t usually customary for humans. I’m not complaining, though,” you mumbled with a roguish grin, stepping closer to her and gently running the tips of your fingers against her forearms. You pointedly ignored the way the saccharine apple aroma she practically dripped of made you dizzy.

She drew a mock gasp at what you were insinuating, placing her frigid palms on your shoulders to push you back in a playful manner.

“So is it me you want or would you like me to brainwash someone to come and take pity on you?”

Dark irises rolled the leafy ceiling of her bedroom. “What if I asked you to stay?” Despite you barking out a laugh, she continued on. “I don’t need somebody else.”

Eyes flashing something dangerous, you drew yourself up to full height. “Don’t jest.”

“I’m not jesting.”

You knew she wasn’t, but you took a step backwards anyways. Much to your astonishment, she boldly rivaled that with her own foot propelling her forwards. Closer, ever so close.

“Why do you want to fraternize with the devil?”

“Why do you keep coming back whenever I call you?” she shot back quickly, leaning forward just as your spine brushed against a poster of her canopy bed. “I’m not giving you anything in return.”

The words had you reeling for some sort of witty comeback, but for the first time in your eons of life, a human had you dumbfounded. Why were you coming back?

“I…” you gaped at her earnest countenance. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” she echoed your words, almost smug.

Quiet unease filled the silence between you, and you narrowed your lids into slits. With but a gentle whistle of wind, the devil dissolved into a mass of shadows and glowing clementine-hued embers, leaving the queen alone in her chambers once more.

When the seasons change, it wasn’t a shift that happened overnight, but a feat that came with the patience of moons. Earth took its time in conversion, as did everything else. Time was a universal language everybody understood; unchangeable, solidary in its flow, ruthless and unforgiving.

Devils were no exception.

It took you time to come back to Yeri. You weren’t very sure how long. The stars shifted and the sun dipped past the horizon countless times while you waited for an answer to a question you never had the courage to ask. Quite pathetic of the devil, wasn’t it?

When the forest queen called for you a fourth time, you were tempted to decline.

But you found yourself teleporting without a second thought, materializing in a haze of dull light by the corner of her cavernous chambers.

Yeri watched from across the room. The beige turtleneck she wore clung to her like a second skin, a sheer corset cinched about her waist, embroidered flowers dancing across the fabric. A grey skirt fluttered with the wind that blew through the doorway to the balcony, singing a song of the forest. Golden jewelry dangled from her neck and ears, glinting sweetly in the fading sunlight. Her curled tresses had little wildflowers woven between the strands, rolling over her shoulders in waves. She was beautiful, and she wasn’t yours.

It took her no time to stride forward, bare feet padding silently across the smooth floors towards you. You didn’t move, standing your ground and eyeing her with indifference.

The grazes of her fingers against your blistering hot cheeks shouldn’t have taken you aback. Your pride was wounded the last time you saw her, and all a devil really had was their pride. Should you be mad at this woman for diminishing you down to a mess of discombobulated emotions and lost purpose? A twisted part of you was proud of her for doing so. Besting a devil at their own game wasn’t quite the everyday act.

Yeri hummed a pleased little sound when you grabbed at her wrist. Not to yank her away, no, but to pull her ever so close, breathing in her earthy scent. The walls of fire you once held up to closely guard your devilish heart, now doused by a simple pale of water. The forest queen did that. And you, quite frankly, were so very afraid of what she’d do with it now that it was hers.

“Took you a while to come back,” she whispered. You looked oh so bewitching in this light, a glimpse of heaven doused with the fits of hell, and Yeri found it hard to concentrate. Especially not with your searing fingers wrapped firmly around her forearm.

“Certainly didn’t take you a while to call,” you snorted, raising a brow at the queen. “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

Even the flame-lit candles were envious of her radiance when she smiled, for they flickered and warbled at her mischievous beam. “I’m not ashamed to admit so. You look awful, by the way.”

“That’s a lie,” you teased, so close now that your nose brushed against her cheekbone. If an outsider were to walk in now, they would’ve thought the two of you were two lovers intimately dancing to a ghost’s silent song.

“You’re right. I lied. Thought you might enjoy that since you’re the devil, and all.” The queen looked at you with hooded eyes.

A breathy chuckle slipped past your lips. “I enjoyed that very much, yes.”

“I’m going to do something,” she uttered lowly, vague hesitation weaving through her words, “and you’re going to have to promise not to freak out.”

An off-hand sound of acknowledgement rumbled in your throat as the tip of your mouth quirked upwards. “My queen, I’m the devil. Of course I’m going to freak out. I live for chaos.”

Just as you took your time to come back to her, it took Yeri time to unfurl the folds of her heart, baring herself raw and unshielded. She trusted you with her life, and it was probably the most foolish decision she could ever think to make.

Her lips brushed against your jaw first, tentative and testing. Then the kisses trailed to your cheekbones, over to the lids of your fluttered-shut eyes, down to the bridge of your nose. When she melded her lips over yours, you knew you were done for. It was almost natural, how your arms snaked around her midriff, clutching at the threads of her corset with a yearning you’ve never felt before. The hands that cradled your jaw slid in different directions; one went to clutch at your arm in a fruitless attempt to ground herself, and the other gently scratched at the back of your neck, earning a pleased noise from you.

This was so wrong, and that was why it felt so good. If she was the fruit, you were the parasite. If she was the wine, you were the poison. If she was love, you were hatred.

When she pulled away from you with a dazzling smile reserved just for you, you swore the stars shattered and the moon collapsed and the sky broke into two. For this trembling certainly can’t be coming from you! Devils don’t tremble, for crying out loud!

“You called me your queen,” she observed, amused at your playful narrowing of eyes.

“A devil never lies, my queen,” you jested. The laugh she was about to bark out at your witty jab was stolen away from her as you kissed her once more. “I wouldn’t dare bow to somebody with a soul, yet it seems you’ve given me yours. Just what am I to do with you?”

Your words were paused to press a lasting kiss onto her cheek, right below her wide eyes, nervously awaiting your response. Studying her with mirth dancing in your irises, you crooned in acceptance, fondly nudging your nose against her supple cheek. She was yours, and you were hers. A white rose blooming amidst a tumultuous storm.

“And my, my, what a powerful pair we make, my queen.”

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The Only One

Rick x Reader Fanfiction

Summary : life is strange in the rick and morty universe, as we all know. But things get just that little bit weirder when Rick meets you. Something seems oddly familiar with you, but for once In his life he has no idea why. So he searches from reality to reality to try and see if he had met another version of you, only to realise there where none. You where the only one. That’s when it finally hit him…

This is inspired by a song from Rick and morty that I think is beautiful https://youtu.be/epiOcz3HXNo

I accidentally got carried away and wrote too much, so I will probably just do a part 2 so it’s not to much to read if anyone is interested <3

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Humans are such fragile creatures, always have been and always will be. You knew that, but you refused to surrender down to it. Not wanting to be included In whatever earth had to offer, so you ran away. And not like how a silly fourteen years old runs away from home, Hah… no.

You left the fucking planet, not leaving behind a single trail or speck of dust for someone to follow you with. Your intelligence and ambition was all you needed to carry yourself through life. Travelling the infinite void of space, soon making a name for yourself. For good and for bad. An ordinary person couldnt even dream nor comprehend the things you’ve experienced or seen. And that’s just how you liked it. Being different. It was truly a gift to be intelligent.

And then there was rick, high IQ and normally not happy about it. Seeing his intelligence as a curse. Rick hadn’t seen it all, it was impossible, but he thought he had seen enough to make a valid opinion on life.

It’s pointless.

Such a bitter man with a bitter view on everything, including himself. You see, when you have an overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing down on your mind, you can go two ways. The first being ricks way, not caring about anything since he has seen how big the universe is and doesn’t see a point.

Then there’s your way, feeling blessed to be able to see things that no one else can, and finding a new reason to live every single day.

You two where polar opposites, but also the same. You where both alone in a universe you felt didn’t need you anymore.

The day both of your worlds collided should have been written down in the history books. It was the day both of your beliefs where almost questioned. Wondering whether fate really does exist.

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Out of the many things you have done, you’ve never visited the same place twice. Making everyday an adventure, as much of a cliche as that sounds it’s true. Not only that, but you seem to have people after you almost everywhere. For your intelligence, or for revenge. But there is one particular spot you cannot get enough of. Finding yourself there when you lose yourself.

It’s an isolated planet in the middle of the andromeda galaxy. It’s a newly ‘emerging moon’ as you like to call it. In fact, you pretty much founded this planet, since its a recent creation. This also means there is no intelligent life yet evolved, so it is safe for you to do what you please.

You go there often, to watch the two suns set over its small horizon and the thousands of stars come into view. Giving you time to reflect on your life. To appreciate it, but not to regret anything. The stars are far to beautiful to bring your mind to anything negative. The planet itself seems to project the meaning of peace and tranquillity even without life. Maybe that’s why it’s so comforting.

Your thoughts where leaving your mind, as you held your eyes closed. Feeling the breeze brush through your hair gently. That beautiful, genuine smile found its way to your face without you noticing. You where to lost in the feeling of relaxation.

But that soon came to an end. That euphoric state was snapped out of you when you noticed a bright light coming towards you. Getting bigger and bigger in just seconds. Until it became more clear, it was a spacecraft of some sort. A poorly built one to say the least. You sat and watched, mesmerised, as the flames from the object slowly engulfed it. Burning in the atmosphere. Finally hitting the ground, you shook your head and sighed. Being brought back into reality.

The flames took a second to fade after the ship had crashed. And it was clearer to see, it was the stereotypical UFO. The type you’d see in cheesy ski-fi films. But it had encryptions written in English. Which was very unusual, especially for it to be in this part of the galaxy.

What was even stranger was that it didn’t have even the slightest burn mark to it’s metal. Your vision of it became clearer and clearer the closer you got, slowly creeping past the incredibly green trees towards it. But just before you got too close, a figure fell out of the vehicle. Swearing like a drunken sailor.

This is what really messed with you, it was a human. You gasped quietly, not being able to remember the last time you saw one. A mix of feelings rushed over you; confusion, fear, excitement? You couldn’t help but stare, his unique blue hair bounced as he picked himself up, not even bothering to dust off the dirt on his lab coat.

“Fuck! You fucking piece of shit spacecraft. You’ve really done it this time Rick you fucking…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as he kicked the lump of metal. Screaming at the top of his voice.

“Fuck!”

You caught a small glimpse of his face, and recognised him. But you weren’t sure where from. You had met millions of people over the years so he could really be anyone. But there was something so compelling about his character. Something that felt like you where being pushed towards him. Or pulled, by a red string perhaps. Something that was just telling you to interact with him.

You stayed hidden behind a rather tall tree, still collecting your thoughts and questioning whether you should help him. Rick had slumped himself against the ship, putting his hands to his face and grunting. Pausing his breakdown for a second to take a sip from his flask, then proceeding to carry on.

He stayed like this for a good few minutes, before you had decided to approach him. Your curiosity and questions where burning at the edge of your mind. You just had to investigate. Keeping a hand on your weapon tucked neatly in a pocket behind your back. You slowly walked towards him, not even being able to speak before he noticed you.

A gun had been pulled to you, aiming directly between your eyes

“What do you want? I’m not in the mood so just tell me in advance if I should shoot you or not..” his eyebrows furrowed, looking at the hand tucked behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, putting your hands up in surrender. Just how you remembered humans to be. Aggressive and impulsive.

“Calm down, I saw your ship crash. Thought you where in need of some assistance. And put that gun down, god…” to your surprise, he did. With a loud grunt he put his gun back into his pocket and turned away. Usually, he probably would’ve shot on site. And who’s to say he still won’t, but right in this moment he is too preoccupied to care.

“God doesn’t fucking exist…” he mumbled “and I definitely don’t need any assistance!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him as he attempted to fix his broken ship. Opening the lid to the engine and being greeted by a storm of smoke. Now Seconds away from another breakdown.

“Are you… okay?” You hesitantly asked, daring to inch closer to him. Probably was the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. He threw the wrench down at the engine as he exploded.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. I lost my grandson, the entire galactic government is after me, I broke my portal gun and I just crashed my ship into a planet with no helpful resources to fix it.!” His speech sped up, and he went dead silent when he stopped talking. Clearly regretting telling you anything. He is usually good at keeping his mind together and keeping his problems to himself. But he had so much adrenaline pumping through his blood, he could barely concentrate.

“I’m, i’m sorry for your loss” is all you managed to get out

“What? Oh no, my grandsons not dead. I just left him somewhere and forgot exactly where…” he spoke slightly softer, still grunting as he tried to analyse his engine.

There was a small silence while you processed everything he had just said. Moving closer to get a look at his engine, you shook your head.

“You’ve burnt it out…”

“Yeah, no shit smart ass” he bit at you

You rolled your eyes and snatched the spanner from the place he had dropped it. Not using it to fix his engine, but you pulled out a small metal box from your pocket instead. Fixing a few pieces together. Rick stood there and watched with a puzzled look on his face. Moving his eyes from the gadget, then up to get a look at you.

His eyebrows softened as he took in your features, the creases in his forehead disappeared. A rush of a strange feeling replaced the adrenaline, not being able to pinpoint what it was but he didn’t like it. He could only describe it as his heart softening, and getting lost in a place that was familiar to him. Thats what he felt when he looked at your eyes, reflecting off of his.

“Hav-have we met before?” He said in a much calmer tone

You placed the gadget on the engine and pressed a small red button on the top, looking up at him.

“I don’t think so?” The box moved around the engine, like a shield. Fixing it effortlessly, Ricks eyes darted from you, to the engine, then back to you. Now with amazement written all over his face.

Deja vu was the only state good enough to describe what he was experiencing. You broke the silence by holding a hand out to introduce yourself.

“I’m y/n”

It took a quick second for him to respond, still trying to process your face and remember how he knows you.

“I’m… Rick” he finally shook your hand.

“Rick Sanchez..”

That name was oddly familiar to you. Like you’d heard it in a dream. Or it was a loved ones name in a past life. You felt like you had heard it before, in a very distant memory. But no recollection of the connection.

“That seems…familiar” you tilted your head, squinting your eyes at the old man who gave you the same look.

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew me. I am the smartest man In the universe”

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