#so you get cool healer uncle

[thwispsings]

the idea came to me in a migraine induced dream but now im obsessed with the concept of a mu qingfang who knew the abuse bunhe was going through at the hands of og!shen qingqiu/shen jiu and did his best to treat the kid whenever he could (and bring his concerns to zhangmen shixiong, which were obviously very much ignored) and his constant worry over the situation means that when the qi deviation happens he is suspicious of shen qingqiu’s changes for all different reasons and very much protective of luo binghe -who is a sweet child and an earnest disciple who seems to always find the most incredible medicinal herbs to bring to his mu shishu as thanks for the care bestowed upon him- which means that when the whole shen qingqiu dying thing happens instead of bad mouthing luo binghe or fighting him at every chance he does his best to come over and keep an eye on things to try and help him and make sure luo binghe won’t kill himself trying to bring shen qingqiu back because he remembers that earnest kid and he’s witnessed luo binghe’s devotion to this shen qingqiu first hand and knows there is no way that the kid who cried when ning yingying found a bird with a broken wing and begged mu qingfang to fix it and the kid that would always borrow medical texts and try to find new herb combinations as if it was a game between him and qian cao disciples is actually doing anything nefarious to shen qingqiu’s corpse.

anyways in this essay i will-

#listen #binghe needs to have more people in his corner #and for some reason i have imprinted on mqf #so you get cool healer uncle #who probably smoked weed with binghe and made him promise to keep quiet #lbh and mqf bonding activity was teaching lbh to properly roll joints #anyways mqf understanding that the rituals are intricate and lqg doesn’t have any other way of coping with his grief #but the first time lqg injures lbh almost to death in a fight they get into a screaming match so violent #that no bai zhan discipline will look at him in the face without going pale for the next month #that is his nephew! who found several thought-to-be-extinct herbs for him! #also him telling sqq that lbh might have forgotten what he did but mqf certainly didn’t #a healer never forgets the wounds they heal #and sqq is just like yeah brother me neither :( #mqf is going to therapy these idiots so fucking hard #lbh also keeps trying to matchmake him with some nice demons in his court like shamelessly trying to poach his mu shishu #also he and shang qinghua are the only ones who still get the full shishu treatment #except lbh kinda bullies sqh a little for the virtue of the whole mbj situation #(hes never gonna let them live that down) #anyways it’s whatever at first but at one poont years in the future it does become a point of contempt with the other peak lords #nothing can take away from me that when bored they will squabble like children #such is the way of bored adults #i have rambled enough so normal tags now #svsss #svsss writing #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #mu qingfang #bingqiu #svsss au

[blue-howlite]

Look at them just stealing the show with their entrance (yes this post is to ramble about the recent chapters, get ready for a unhinged ride on the "Found family trope" rollercoaster).

People are like "Why are the best healer in the world and the guy that's always compared to Kayden here???" and they're just chilling being relatable, especially Kartein.

Them gathering around Jiwoo, not even trying to hide that they care about him. Like I would have expected Pluton to at least take a little distance and maybe judge Kayden and Kartein for being so close to him but he's just "Yes, I must stay close to this child."

Kayden and Kartein are so parent coded while Pluton is the socially unaware uncle that's just so out of it while taking in the practical aspects. He would absolutely teach Jiwoo how to properly stretch while Kayden and Kartein tell him to stop being so nice to everyone.

"Look at my son! ...proud is not the word I'm looking for" moment. Of course they're all super proud of Jiwoo. They can't stand the fact that he doesn't take advantage of the situation and has these moral/honor standards, but without that he would have never charmed these guys let's be for real now.

THEY'RE SO FAMILY CODED PLEASE JUDGING OTHER FAMILIES LIKE THEY'RE NOT A BUNCH OF LUNATICS THEMSELVES

The way Kayden leans towards Kartein like they're gossiping while Pluton listens in and gives his input to the convo, please they're a bunch of mothers talking shit about the other families at school.

The way they criticise Ian's education is the most parental thing I've ever seen.

The whole chapter was just Kartein being the sassy mother that worries about other kids disrespecting his, Kayden being the unhinged father that gossips and asks "Did you win?" whenever his kid gets into a fight at school, and Pluton the judging uncle that criticises his brother's parenting but joins sides with him when there are other parents.

Tell me that's not their dynamic.

Pluton always compared to Kayden and their "rivalry" being actually one sided is just so adult siblings coded, then Pluton going to Jiwoo like "Hey I'll show you something cool your dad hasn't taught you" is just uncle behaviour.

Kartein and Kayden not approving of Pluton doing what he wants and then realising they did the exact same thing is such a parent thing.

One thing is "They're such parental figures to Jiwoo", one is when they literally act like his parents even around other people.

#eleceed #kayden break #kartein #pluton #jiwoo seo #chapter 287 #chapter 288 #found family #rambling to the void #and the void smiles and nods while asking when will I release its family #Tumblr stop messing the layout I had to edit this post like three times DAMN IT

[throneofsapphics]

Hiii can I request a Nassian daughter x reader where they've been dating for a while and she invites reader to the family dinner and she just gets bombarded with questions by the bat boys and gets approved in the end.

passing the test 

Nessian’s daughter x Reader

Summary: you meet your girlfriends family

Warnings: none 

A/N: thank you for the request!

To say you were nervous would be a vast understatement. You’d been dating your current girlfriend for seven months, not very long considering you were immortal, and you’d finally given in to her requests to meet her family. Honestly, you were honored she wanted you to meet them, but it was the identity of them that kept you reluctant. Her mother led the Valkyries, her father the Night Court’s armies, her aunt and uncle the High Lady and Lord, and so on. 

“They’re going to hate me,” you groaned, readjusting your dress in the mirror for the tenth time in five minutes. 

“They’ll love you,” she pressed a kiss to your cheek, “just as I do.” Warmth spread through your cheeks, down your neck, as she wrapped her arms around your waist, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “And no more stalling.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes, but turned around in her arms. “And if they do hate me?” 

“They won’t,” she said with a confidence you wished you could replicate. “Come on.” 

You didn’t drag your feet, per say, as you walked arm in arm through the streets of Velaris, but you didn’t rush either. 

Less than an hour later, you sat at a large but cozy dinner table - not with her entire family, just the High Lord, her Father, and the Spymaster. The others had been called away on unavoidable business, and had sent their regrets at missing your visit.  

Her left hand splayed on your thigh under the table, a warm comfort against the chill set into your body, a permanent state of nerves, your mentals walls firmly built around you - not to hide secrets, but to keep you from turning into more of a mess. 

“So, y/n,” The High Lord, who insisted you call him Rhys, exaggerated your name - causing your shoulders to roll back, lifting hairs on the back of your neck, “what do you do for work?” 

“I’m an apprentice herbalist, at Ziva’s apothecary.” 

“Why not a healer?” He had a genuine curiosity in his tone, and it didn’t feel like an insult. 

“My magic didn’t lean that way,” and you would probably have terrible bedside manner, but he didn’t need to know that. 

His mouth curved up at the corners, “so you’re familiar with poisons?” 

All of the blood drained from your face, and your jaw dropped. Her father’s mouth tightened to hide a laugh, the spymaster’s face a wall of unbreakable stone and restraint. 

“Uncle,” she snarled next to you. 

“I’ve helped provide herbs to counter them on occasion,” you managed to croak - somehow feeling the need to spill details, “some children will eat just about anything.” 

He gave a short nod, “what do your parents do?” 

“They run a bakery,” you swallowed, rubbing your sweaty palm on your thigh. 

-

She was still inside with her family as Nyx led you out to the garden. He’s the reason you met her, after all, and he’d arrived halfway through dinner, putting an end to the extensive interrogation you’d gone through. Almost like they were planning it, they’d shot rapid fire questions at you, alternating with each other and barely giving you a chance to breathe between questions - and certainly not giving your girlfriend a chance to interfere. Only when Nyx arrived were you actually able to eat the food on the table, the conversation switching to topics not surrounding you. 

“They can be intense,” he apologized. You gave him a weak smile. 

“I learned.”

“I approve,” you heard the High Lord’s voice, loud enough you knew he intended for him to hear as well. 

“So do I,” the spymaster's cool voice added. 

“She didn’t need your approval,” your girlfriend snarled, and the door flung open. 

“We’re leaving,” she announced, grabbing your arm and narrowing her eyes at Nyx - as if this was his fault. He held up his hands in a placating gesture. 

“I had nothing to do with it.” 

She huffed, but led you out of the River Palace. 

#nessian daughter x reader #acotar next gen #next gen acotar #nessian's daughter x reader #nessian daughter #nessian's daughter x y/n #nessian daughter x y/n

[shade-pup-cub]

For a fanfic suggestion, how about Four getting sick as a consequence of being so small? Like overeating because they keep giving him big portions 'because he's still growing!' and getting sick from it, or from a wrong potion dosage. Maybe he's more susceptible to hypothermia or heat strokes. Just spitballing ideas! Four is my favourite but I don't see too many fanfics of him :(

Hi Anon! Hope you enjoy. Stay tuned because the next one-shot I’m posting is of Four.

Thank you for the request!🖤

If Four had to describe his fellow heroes in the way of the roles they played dynamically Sky would be the ‘Mother Cucco’ who is always brooding over the sick or injured in a way that wasn’t suffocating. Time would be that ‘Dad Friend’ or ‘Cool Uncle’ that you knew was awesome, but also knew you better listen to. Twilight was the ‘Protector’ and ‘Big Brother’ for obvious reasons and Four would never call him the group's pet due to how disrespectful that would be, but it was nice to have someone like Twi who could shift even if Four hated dark magic. Hyrule was of course the group’s ‘Doc’ and everyone had learned to listen to him or get a slap upside the head. An angry healer meant for a bad day.

There was one person in the group that Four (more so Red) had a soft spot for and that was Wild, their designated ‘Chef’. Bless that man for being able to cook! Four was going to die of starvation with the others cooking.

Wild was the last to join them and it was beyond clear that he did not trust anyone outside of Twilight and somewhat Sky, since the First Hero was the one holding the Master Sword. He was quiet, skittish, feral and had his own odd ticks that Vio liked to sort through and keep notes on, just like he did with the others, but Wild was a challenge to him.

Four made it a point to learn everyone’s written language as well as sign language, proving useful with Wild. None of the others, except Twi, could understand what Wild was signing to them. So when Four figured out the dialect and some of the sign changes, noticing that it really wasn’t too far off from his own, Wild began to open up to him.

This was all months ago and Wild was now fully talking to everyone, more laid back and he had a dynamic role that he fell into as the cook. Cooking brought a smile to Wild’s face and Red beamed at how much happier the newest member was while being able to feed everyone.

That was exactly where the problem was. Red refused to hurt Wild’s feelings when it came to the food. The other Colors would say something, but Red always won that argument. It wasn’t that he disliked Wild’s food, no, it was the amount. Wild and Hyrule were a bottomless pit for food, Time and Sky could easily eat two full servings of just about any meal while Wind and Twilight could go for thirds. Four was lucky to get through one serving! Heaven forbid the meal was heavy on rice and meat and not because it was filling.

Like any other night where they could afford to have a fire going, Wild cooked. It was a hearty meal of rice, a red meat that was cooked perfectly, seasonings and Wild even added two fried eggs with runny yolks. Damn it if Wild knew this was Four’s weakness, his favorite meal and the added eggs were the cherry on top.

Four gave a bright smile when Wild handed him his bowel filled past the brim with deliciousness, eyes flashing with a hit of red.

‘Red, don’t you do it.’

‘Shut it Blue! Did you see how happy he was? He hasn’t been able to cook in a week due to Hyrule restricting what he can do.’

‘That’s Wild’s own fault, Red.’ Green did not have the other Color’s back, choosing to side with Blue.

‘Vio, help me out here.’ Red pleaded.

Vio sighed, ‘We go through this every time. Why are we still fighting over it?’

‘Oh, thanks a lot Vi. You could have been the one that Red listened to.’ Blue snapped.

‘Can we just eat and let Red be happy? He has been looking forward to this all week.’ They could hear the mental tiredness in Green’s voice.

‘Yes!’ Red happily shouted in their shared mind.Four gave a slight wiggle where he sat, bringing a small amount of attention to him.

“Someone is happy to have Wild back to full health.” Legend snickered.

“I’m just happy Hyrule isn’t cooking. I don’t think I can handle another night of potential food poisoning.” Four hummed with the first bite.

“Hey! I can hear you!” Hyrule said from across camp, not truly mad.

“I didn’t say anything that I wouldn’t say to your face.”

When Twilight said he was full after two servings and Wind said the same after one, Four knew he was in trouble. He slowed his pace, but made it a point to finish the whole meal and pushed through the meat sweats and the bloated feeling.

Barely able to move after all the food, Four gingerly laid down on his bedroll, trying to get comfortable. He pretended to be asleep while Time asked who would be on watch, thankful that he didn’t have to be on a shift. It didn’t change the fact that he was awake in the middle of the night.

His eyes flashed open as a shooting pain like a hot knife being stabbed into his lower right abdomen erupted suddenly. Oh that wasn’t good. He placed a hand over the area, applying pressure, relieving some of the pain. Letting go of the pressure made him see little swirls of color. Curling into a ball worked for a moment, but he had to shove his fist into the spot again, have one leg out slightly and the other tucked under him to help increase the pressure.

“Four?”

‘Shit! That’s Hyrule!’ Blue hollered.

‘Shhh!! Keep it down will you? Last thing we need is to have a headache with this.’ Green snapped back.

‘Should we split?’

‘Red, no, that would just make four of us have the same issue and everyone freak out.’ Vio was trying to be calm.

“Four, hey, what’s wrong?” Hyrule asked as he knelt close by.

“N-nothing.”

“You suck at lying. Come on, let me help with whatever this is.” A hand rubbed along his back. “You are burning up and sweating through your tunic. How long have you been sick?”

“Just woke up with it. I’ll be fine.” Four sniffled, not crying.

“Is it something you ate?”

“N-no!” Four shot up into a sitting position causing all of it to be much worse.

Hyrule quirked an eyebrow. “So it was something you ate. No one else is sick though.”

Four held his breath for a moment with his eyes closed trying to will the pain away. “Please don’t tell Wild.”

“Don’t tell me what?” Damn shift change!

‘Noooo!’ Red cried out.

‘Busted, might as well spill it.’ Vio said in a non comforting way.

When Four didn’t say anything, Hyrule stepped in. “Four got sick on something he ate and didn't want help and didn’t want you to know.”

Wild squatted down beside the other two. “How about you let Hyrule help you then we can figure out what made you sick?” Wild gave a soft, but concerned smile.

‘He’s… not mad?’

Giving a sigh, Four agreed and laid back on his back so Hyrule could examine. Warm tingling magic poured from Hyrule’s hand as he searched for the problem. Four tried to stay a still as he could, but wiggled his feet around. He relaxed more when Hyrule pushed on the area that was hurting, but when he let go, Four sucked in a ragged breath.

“It’s your Appendix.” Hyrule confirmed.

Four tilted his head. “The useless organ that does nothing outside of causing issues?”

“That’s the one. Now to fix it, you need to throw up or else it will rupture.”

Four’s ears dropped alongside Wild’s, who asked, “And it was because of something he ate?” Oh no. Wild was making the look Red never wanted to see. He was blaming himself for it.

“He probably ate too much or too fast or even both.” Hyrule reached a hand out for Hyrule to take so he could stand.

“Too much? Four, you only had one serving.” Wild stood and helped the smaller hero over to an area away from the rest of camp. It was slow moving, but they made it. “Want us to stay or-?”

Four didn’t give them a choice as he held onto a tree to promptly throw up everything his appendix thought to hang onto for later. Wild pulled Four’s headband back some to hold his hair away from his face as he told Hyrule to get a red potion.

“Only haa- half of oo- one please.” The dry heaving was worse than the actual throwing up.

Stomach settled and not trying to kill him, Four made it back to his bedroll and wanted nothing more than to face-plant into it and sleep for the next day. Insead he had to face Wild… well Red needed to face Wild.

“You going to tell me the big secret that you didn’t want me to know earlier?” Wild ask as he sat in front of Four and picked at the grass, starting to weave the ends together.

Red huffed and decided to come clean of his predicament. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by saying I wanted less food.” Wild seemed more confused than before and now that it was said out loud, Four felt a bit silly for it.

“Why would that hurt my feelings?”

“Cooking and feeding all of us makes you happy and I thought you would think that I didn’t like your food when really it’s much more complicated than that.”

“I’m listening.”

Hyrule passed the least filled potion he had to Four, giving him a look that he better drink.

“Both of you should probably hear this since it applies to potions too. Wild, you are the only one's knee caps I won’t break for saying that I’m still growing as if I’m close to Wind’s age and that is due to you meaning it in a kind way unlike when Legend or Wars says it to pick on me. I can’t eat as much as Wind because I’m not growing anymore due to a magic I was exposed to in one of my adventures. I can’t drink as much potion due to my size and it will eventually make me sick.”

Wild was the first to break the silence with a laugh. “Four, that's all you had to say. I wouldn’t have gotten mad or been hurt by that. Concerned maybe, at least until you told me why so I knew you weren’t starving yourself.”

“Same with the healing. The last thing anyone wants is for you to overdose on potions.” Hyrule added. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired and going to bed.”

Four watched him get up and walk over to where Legend was sleeping and land partly on top of him. The other let out an ‘oof’ and a grumble. “Do you want company during your watch?”

Wild shook his head. “You need sleep after all that. Get some rest Four. I’ll wake you and Hyrule last.” Wild stood and was walking away when he suddenly turned back aground. “Hey Red?”

Four jumped at being called one of the Colors and Red made sure to take over, eyes becoming the same color red as the tunic he wore. “Hmm?”

“I have smaller bowls that I can fill for you instead so it doesn’t look like you aren’t eating like normal. I’m sure Sky would say something if he thought you weren’t.”

Red had never been happier. “Thank you, Wild.” Four laid back down into his roll with a new found appreciation for his companions.

‘See, that wasn’t so difficult.’ Green whispered.

‘Shh, don’t rub it in.’

#anon request #fic request #hero of four swords #Red just want everyone happy #this was fun! #Thank you Anon!! #linked universe #four linked universe

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

What are Ivy and Maddie’s interactions with the Boonchuy kids like?

Lily: Auntie Ivy.

Ivy: Yeah? What chu want Lily-illy?

Lily: Will you teach me how to fight like you and Uncle Sprig?

Ivy: Totally! How about we start with dagger practice—

[Anne gives a death glare from across the room]

Ivy: um…actually….how about instead I teach you how to set up a tea party….

~~~~~~~~~~

Lily: So what’s ya cookin’ Aunt Maddie?

Maddie: Just some healing potions. Basic stuff to help the town healer.

Percy: Aw man, I thought you’d be making a curse or poisons or something cool like Aunty Luz and Amity does.

Maddie: I don’t know who those are but I’m not going to make dangerous stuff in my kitchen….that’s for my lab in my shop.

Lily: Darn. Was hoping for something to mess with some kids that’s bullying Maddison. Moms would be mad if I beat up some 8-year olds.

Maddie: ….. let me grab a 10-minute curse. No one messes with my favorite niece.

Percy: Ha! Your not the favorite, Lily.

Lily: neither are you…

Percy:….oh….right….

~~~~~~

[Ivy is picking up the Boonchuy kids and her kids from the sheriff’s office]

Ivy: So let me get this straight: You 5 thought it was a good idea to sneak out the Kracken from Stumpy’s to have it fight a River-Crab to see which is stronger only for the Kracken to wake up and terrorize the downtown ports?

Lily: Um, yeah…

Percy: Your not gonna tell our moms will you?

Sprout: Not that many people got hurt, Mom.

Marzipan: Yeah, no one died so we shouldn’t be in too much trouble.

Ivy: “trouble”? No, well yes, but I’m interested in who’d win that fight too. C’mon, let’s see if Stumpy got that Kracken knocked out so I can help this time!

~~~~~~~

[The Boonchuy kids and their frog cousins are drawing a circle on the ground while Maddison is holding a book]

Maddison: Okay, the ritual is almost complete.

Percy: This is gonna be so cool!

Sprout: I don’t know, Mama Maddie is gonna be mad when she finds out—

Maddie: What in Frog’s name do you think your doing??!!

[Maddie rushes up and swipes the book]

Maddie: Do you realize what you could’ve done?! Magic isn’t something to take lightly! It can cause serious damage if your not careful!

Lily: Sorry Aunt Maddie, we just wanted to see a real Chickalisk.

Maddie:…………

Maddie: okay I really shouldn’t let you but if you do then we’re gonna need a lot of gold first to appease it after we summon it.

#ask #Amphibia #ivy sundew #maddie flour #lily boonchuy #percy boonchuy #Maddi Boonchuy #sprout plantar #marzipan plantar #lillianne boonchuy #koskela13

[aufi-creative-mind]

Can you tell us more about the Satoru family? And are Jun and his brothers half sheikahs?

👏👏👏

HELL YEAH I WILL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT THIS FAMILY THAT I CREATED FOR WILDY LINK. Cuz he deserves a good and wholesome family. And then cry about it cuz Calamity but ANYWAY

The Satoru family is the paternal side of Link's family. His Dad, Jun Satoru along with his Uncles, Hagane and Rakurai are indeed half-Sheikah. Grandpa Eishun is a full blooded Sheikah while Grandma Ayaka is a Hylian.

They all have layers of details and backstories for each one so here's a summary for each one.

Grandpa Eishun A retired knight of the Royal Army, he and his wife had retired to Sheikah Village where Eishun became part of the Village's protectors as a Sheikah Warrior. High-spirited despite his age and is the OG Gremlin of the family. He is also the forefather of the family's Flurry Rush ability.

Grandma Ayaka A retired healer for the Royal Army where she met her husband. Patient and firm, she is the rock that keeps Eishun grounded when he gets too caught and/or injured from his own shenanigans. She is especially fond of their grandchildren and often looks after Link & Aria when they were young.

Uncle Hagane. The eldest son of Eishun and Ayaka. The "gentle giant" of the three brothers. Hagane is a blacksmith and lives in Hateno Village with his wife, Yua and daughter, Kiki. And despite not a knight like his younger brothers, Hagane has the strength to break wood in half with his bare hands. He also does not like it when someone carelessly breaks his creations. (Fun fact: his design is based on the original concept for BotW Link's dad).

Dad Jun! The second son of Eishun and Ayaka. He is the quiet and studious son who tends to go the extra mile to complete his given tasks / duties. He is also Link and Aria's father! He was selected to become part of the elite Royal Guard after displaying his Flurry Rush abilities. By present day, Jun is a widower and a single father to his two children. ...He also finds himself getting caught in the middle of major historical events involving the Royal Family and something about a sacred sword.

Uncle Rakurai The youngest son of Eishun and Ayaka. He is considered as the fastest of three sons and uses his Flurry Rush abilities the most (Their dad is still faster than all of them). He is one of the couriers for the Royal Army and is often sent to various garrisons and forts around Hyrule. He is single and considered himself as the cool and fun uncle to his nieces and nephew.

Rough sketch of the Satoru family and their height.

( Shoutout to @garryktevar and @dfanart for brainstorming with me and listening to my gigabraincell rants about this family )

#1500+ followers milestone #botw family and legacy #jun satoru #hagane satoru #rakurai satoru #eishun satoru #ayaka satoru #botw precalamity #LINK DESERVES A GOOD AND WHOLESOME FAMILY #FIGHT ME #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #precalamity #botw a precalamity story

[darklcy]

𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬.

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‣ eddie munson x f!reader ⏃ stranger things masterlist | 1.9k words | slight angst, fluff, no use of y/n, mentions of blood, swear words, and drug use

‣ requested by @ninasixthgun : [ An eddie x f!reader after becoming back from the upside down. I was thinking about Eddie meet reader, who is a healer. She will help him to recover back his mental health and remove any bad energy in him (like Will, but from the bats). She will teach him meditation and herbs, which at first is not easy for him. But then they grow a cool friendship to the point that may have a crush one her because of how much she helped and how free spirit she is. But she doesn't want to read his intentions because she might think that they are not compatible. Maybe he can change her mind by demonstrating that he is a new man. He is no longer a disaster and has gathered his life. ]

‣ A/N: thank you so much for requesting! i had fun writing this, and hopefully you'll enjoy reading it! i'm getting into spirituality myself, so i'm not quite an expert, but i wrote to the best of my ability! fun fact, "china's rain" is a play on words of an incense i got last week :)

All he could do was stare at the clone in the mirror, his shirt soppy and burned with the ink of his torn skin. A skull bandana strewn across his forehead in mocking courage, it was laughable that he thought to put it on. He was a coward, a weak man who dashed from anything that posed a threat. This he believed wholeheartedly. 

He should be dead. Should be. The teeth of the damned creatures embedded deep scars into his being, it was as if he was still there, defenseless in the Upside Down while those, things, nipped at him. It was pure, dumb luck he was still alive. He should be grateful, but again, ‘should’ is a strong feeling here.

Hawkins was done for. Vecna made sure of it, with his claws stretching across town, swallowing houses entirely and sucking them into his trap. Families were separated, innocent lives taken, communities destroyed. Eddie was one of many victims, he was by no means a special case. So why it hurt him so bad, he couldn’t find the answer.

One fortunate conclusion from this was his name had been cleared from the press. A demonic murderer deemed innocent, the freak is just a weird guy. The destruction shifted the focus from him to the end of the world. Nothing from last week mattered anymore. 

His back never ceased to feel the stares, though. As he exited the hospital doors, it was as if the town of Hawkins hushed their murmurs to watch. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, Eddie dispersed the crowd with a limp, bandages from hip to collarbone concealed beneath his shirt. With no trailer to return to anymore, the high school gymnasium was his new home. Wayne escorted him there with tears in his eyes, still believing Eddie’s reappearance was too good to be true. Other survivors resided in the gym on beds with scattered belongings and lost hope. Eddie and his uncle were now to join them. It was interesting to find familiar faces amongst the broken crowd. 

An annoying cheerleader from his English class, now broken in sobs in the arms of her grandparents. A basketball player who supported Jason Carver, now pale in the face. And right in the back near the donations stand stood proud Steve Harrington, though the more Eddie stared, the less proud and put together he appeared. As Eddie and Wayne rested themselves on the shitty cot that dared call itself a bed, his eyes fell over to another face he recognized.

“Hey Ed.”

The nickname threw him off. A casual term reserved for friendship, but he couldn’t recall ever having that. Why the sudden greeting, he was unsure. Who’d dare poke the bear who was a supposed killer just a few days ago?

..In the sea of red, you approached him.

“...”

He barely gave you a glance, a stiff nod and a flicker of his fingers as a wave.

It wasn’t surprising. He looked like Hell, probably just went through it, too. With hands in your pockets, you gave a quick glance to your surroundings before asking your next question.

“...You have a light?”

You smiled when he made eye contact.

—

He noticeably loosened up once you two were outside, away from all the noise. Your backs leaned up against the brick wall with a cigarette dangling in both mouths, a Marlboro Spearmint in your pocket. 

…

It was quiet. Eddie almost looked too frightened to talk. You turned towards him as you dragged a hit, butt of the cigarette flaring up with your breath. The question left your mouth with the smoke. 

“...How are you holding up?”

You watched Eddie exhale a cloud into the space in front of him. No response.

“I never believed what they said. That you were a bad person.”

It was the truth. Maybe it was useless speaking this to him now, or maybe it didn’t mean anything.

“..It’d be kinda cool if you were a real satanist, though. I’m kind of interested in it.”

You hoped to stir some reaction from him with that last statement, but nothing. 

..

…Eddie finally scoffed. 

“..Seriously?”

You coughed with laughter. “I don’t know. It’s interesting to go down the path everyone else is too scared to go down.”

Eddie stared as that sentence left your lips, waiting for the trick to happen and for the facade to drop. But it never came.

 You sat out there with him until sundown, when the rest of the volunteers were dismissed, and the moon welcomed the sky. He opened up more and more as time progressed, the walls tumbling down the more you two laughed about the end of the world. 

Perhaps Eddie didn’t remember, but you two did know each other before all this. You shared science with him. He sat two rows over from you. He was sleeping on his blank test sheet just a week ago. The hysteria surrounding Chrissy Cunningham’s death didn’t awaken some newfound urge to talk to him, you’ve actually been watching him for a while. His demeanor pulled you towards him, in a weird calling sort of way. Maybe it was fate that you two shared a Marlboro this day.

It became routine to borrow his light and lean against the brick wall for support. Eddie found himself looking forward to it, this strange recurrence that has now come to be. You looked forward to it as well.

“I actually brought something for you.”

“Is it Reds?”

Your rummaging through the backpack paused. He shrugged.

“..Cuz I’m getting a little tired of Spearmint.”

He sounded ashamed to admit it. You sighed. “Oh my god.”

“It’s not cigarettes but it’s something I think that’ll do you some good.”

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows together, confused at the skinny pieces of wood you held so carefully. 

“It’s just incense, but I think maybe. I don’t know. You could burn some sometime.”

You offered him a stick, and it felt sweet, innocent even. Like he was back at recess  in elementary school, pretending sticks were a signal of wealth in a child’s game. 

“Smell it.”

Eddie raised a brow while lifting it up to his nose. 

“Oh shit. That’s nice.”

You beamed. “It is, right? It’s called ‘China’s Rain.’”

He gave it another sniff. “You said you burn it? Is it like a candle or something?”

You tilt your head in emphasis. “Eh, kind of. It’s more like smoke, but I like to burn them to cleanse my room. If I ever feel negative or anything.”

You put a couple more sticks of incense in his palm. “I feel like you could use them because they help with healing. And since you’ve been dealing with some stuff the incense can help cleanse that energy.”

Eddie stared at the incense in his hand, then up to you. Then back down. Then up.

“Why’re you doing this?”

He watched you avert your glance from his, before meeting them again. 

“Honestly…I just like helping people. I’ve always felt like I’m supposed to give love instead of receive it. I don’t know why, that’s just how it’s been for me.”

Eddie frowned. “Isn’t that like, a sad way to live?”

You shook your head. “Not really. I’m sure I’ll find it someday, just not right now, yknow.”

It baffled him. Your whole presence and way of living bewildered him. Maybe that’s why he’s come to enjoy your smoke sessions so much. He looked at the incense sticks again.

“Well, thanks for the..” He gestured to the incense, to which you smiled. 

“..I really appreciate it.”

—

“I’m gonna be honest. I hate this.”

“It’s only been five minutes!��

“I can’t sit still like this, I feel antsy.”

“Pleaase.”

Eddie groaned through closed eyelids. You beckoned him to join you in a deep inhale and exhale. Inhale, hold, exhale. Inhale, hold, exhale. Inhale-

“I’m so serious, what’s the point of this.”

You collapsed into the palms of your hands. “Oh my god.”

Eddie sputtered and laughed, his legs coming out of criss cross to stretch in front of him.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand your whimsical ways.”

“Please don’t call me whimsical.”

You felt a knock on your ducked head. “It’s true though.”

The wind carried through the scattered leaves of the forest, the trees coming alive as if to agree with his statement. 

“Anyways. I don’t think this one’s cut out for me. I liked your sticks better.”

You finally sat back up to catch his eye. And his stupid, stupid grin.

“Meditation isn’t rocket science, Ed. You literally just sit there and breathe.”

“Well, I can’t sit still to save my life.”

He was proving his own point by the slight bounce of his ankle and his fingers pulling up grass. You poked his calf.

“You should try it again sometime. It’s calming. Helps clear your mind.”

“How often do you do all this? Everyday?”

You shrug. “More or less.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Damn girl.”

“It’s all about consistency. It’s hard at first, but once you make it a routinely thing, it’s easy.”

Well, that part’s true. Eddie knew all about consistency, considering he forced himself on a daily basis to learn a plethora of riffs from his favorite artists. At least, he used to.

“Agh okay. I’ll try it. Later though.”

He was quick to comment when you elevated, hopeful expression deflating with a smack to his shoe.

Though hours later, when the usual time for sleep kept him awake, Eddie sat up in his cot. Readjusting, he crossed his legs underneath him, his palms resting on the tops of his knees. With a deep inhale, Eddie closed his eyes. And breathed.

–

The next day, Eddie found you feeling lighter. The previous weight of nightmares and anxiety had lifted slightly, and the morning sun shone just a bit brighter. Your whimsical ways had worked. 

“Hey. I got you something.”

Eddie eyed you suspiciously. What were you going to pull out of your sleeve now..

You handed him a box with a breathy laugh. A pack of Marlboro Reds.

“Since you’re so tired of Spearmint. You ass.”

A cigarette pack. A box of Marlboro Reds.

His chest ached from his agonizing pulse, his heart speeding up and thrusting at his ribcage with full power. All of a sudden he could breathe and not feel pain. The cogs in his veins began to turn again, pumping blood and life into his body. He found himself smiling at you as he dug out his lighter. Eddie watched you place the cigarette between your lips, meeting the flame with hooded lids, and he could feel himself laughing at the way you scrunched up your nose.

“Oh god. I haven’t smoked Reds in a long time.”

His cheeks were hurting. Was he grinning this whole time? 

Weird how this was his life now. Was he allowed to feel this good around you? Was he allowed to move on and be happy?

The brick wall carried you down to your knees, cigarette dangling loosely in your grasp. Eddie joined you at your left, his shoulder grazing up against yours. He decided then that it was okay. He’ll let you continue to save him. 

“You look relaxed today.”

He felt it, too.

“Yeah. I might’ve..tried to breathe last night.”

You smacked his shoulder, a wide grin on your face. “For real?”

Eddie cackled and caressed his shoulder. “Yess. Why’d you hit me, that hurt.”

“That makes me happy Edward. Real happy.”

This time he pushed you back, shaking his head as you lost your balance for a moment.

“No but seriously. I’m happy to hear that.”

You shyly dragged on your cigarette again, ignoring the way your mouth couldn’t contain its content. Eddie’s peripheral caught on, his own grin mimicking yours. A shared, mutual moment of bashful silence, and a pack of Marlboro Reds abandoned on the gravel. 

He was going to be okay.

--

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #x reader #x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #stranger things netflix #stranger things netflix x reader #stranger things season 4 x reader #stranger things fluff

[adaines-furious-feast]

I know nobody cares but this can’t live in my head

I have an OC. I’ve never had an OC for a fandom before but this is maybe the best character I’ve ever made so I thought I’d share her here because I have nowhere else to share here. 

Dottie Cruller. This is long. I’m sorry.

Dottie, or Doughrethy Cruller, is the daughter of Lady Donetta’s younger brother. She is a person shaped doughnut. Her parents both died in a boating accident when she was six and she was adopted by her aunt and uncle – mostly because they couldn’t get her aunt’s inheritance if they abandoned her.

Dottie is 15 at the beginning of the campaign. She is a bard with a love for history and really learning about the politics of the world. Her favourite question is “how would everyone react to this”. So her bardic inspiration comes in the form of “remember in xyz battle when this thing happened”. She’s the kind of nerd that really admires the cool kids, so she really likes the princesses, but she also asks for plausible deniability when they’re up to something because Queen Caramelinda is her favourite person. She gets an acceptance from the queen that she doesn’t get from her aunt and uncle.

Dottie is disabled. She needs a walking stick and has chronic pain. It’s really a role of the dice at the start of every day as to whether that’s going to limit her movement or not.  

The original idea or trope I was playing on for Dottie was the “we must sacrifice someone pure and innocent to succeed” kind of thing. It dates back to Ancient Greece and is still used today. But what if that sweet innocent sacrifice had the strongest will to live?

I have mentally played the whole ACOC campaign with her which I know is not how this works but I tell myself stories to get to sleep and this is one of them.

So Dottie starts the campaign with very low self-esteem, mostly because she is frequently reminded that she is not part of the royal family and if she doesn’t make herself useful she will be thrown out. But as, first, her bardic inspiration is useful during the ambush – her uncle tells her explicitly to stay in the carriage but that doesn’t happen – and then in Comida where her understanding of the political map of the world comes in useful she starts to get more confident.  

She is also... very good at lying. Because she’s always thinking about what other people think, so she’s great at masking. That and she grew up in close proximity to the best liar in Candia, though didn’t realise his biggest lie until too late.  

So after the tournament, she makes a show of going to the Cathedral to pray partially because she does believe in the Bulb and wants protection, and partially because she knows how this will look to people. After her truly miraculous survival in the Cathedral ambush, she does multi-class as a cleric, though not a healer. Dottie is all about trying to understand the world and her place in it.

Dottie believes she is unlovable. Not only to her aunt and uncle – her aunt has never been cruel to her, but she’s never been loving either – but to anybody. And especially to the Bulb. Because when you’re six years old and your parents are both killed in an accident, you’re told that the Bulb needed angels, the Bulb needed them close to it, they’re in the loving embrace of the Bulb. But when you were also in that accident, and didn’t die... well, doesn’t that mean that the Bulb doesn’t love you? You’re not even good enough for the Bulb. And while, when she was six and sitting after her parents’ funeral pondering this, a very nice citrus yellow lady told her that wasn’t the case and she was lovable, that fear always been internalized in her. Then, after battle after battle where she really should have died, but didn’t, it feels more and more like not even the Bulb loves her.

Dottie’s birthday takes place during the trip back to Castle Candy, and is forgotten by everybody. Which is understandable given, you know, a war just broke out. And she doesn’t mind too much. But a Sweet Sixteen has got to be important in Candia. So when she gets back, and finds in her chambers a box with a label wishing her a happy birthday in what looks like Queen Caramelinda’s handwriting, she’s so sure this is a good thing. Except for the watersteel razor blades under the box lid. She doesn’t die, but is unable to cast magic until someone else uses a staff gifted to her by Captain Chedder – for saving the life of a cheese sailor – to do a greater restoration.  

After Jet’s funeral, Caramelinda reminds her quite bluntly that Dottie’s not her daughter. A conversation with Jack is the first time since her parent’s funeral that she’s said aloud that the Bulb doesn’t love her. At this point, Dottie doesn’t know if her aunt is alive or not. She’s assuming the worst because everything else is the worst. At that moment, her entire family is dead. The only family she has by law is an uncle who is a traitor and has told her for the past 10 years she doesn’t matter and the royal family will just throw her away. And while her head knows that’s wrong, she’s now wondering if maybe he knew more than she did. She knows the Rocks are hurting, but now she’s wondering if maybe she doesn’t matter as much as she thought she did after all.

When it comes to Saccarina, Dottie doesn’t immediately flip to her side, but given she feels distant to the Rocks and is trained to be a political advisor, she happily sees a role for herself beside the new queen and accepts her as the queen. Dottie also doesn’t feel like she would stand out as being “broken” in Saccarina’s court. It wasn’t that the Rocks were abelist, but she didn’t see people like her there. She does in Saccarina’s marudas. However, Dottie doesn’t spend much time with Saccarina, as she’s captured in Buzzybrook. She’s unable to move fast enough to get back to the portal.

She finds out that her uncle has told everyone that she was kidnapped by the Rocks, and he is very worried about her. She begs Grissini not to take her back there, and actually manages to win him over when she saves his life during an ambush that is quickly foiled, but there’s not much he can do. At Castle Candy, Calroy plays the role of worried guardian for all of five minutes, long enough for Grissini to leave, before placing Dottie in the care of the church, where she’ll be an assurance for them that he plays his part of the bargain.  

Dottie has not spent the past 10 years learning how important it is to be two faced to fail on the final exam. She dutifully plays the part, and actually manages to get the nuns fooled long enough to catch some gossip, that her uncle may be trying to sweeten the deal – no pun intended – with a certain gluten-filled emperor with a marriage. Dottie considers going along with it. She hasn’t heard anything about Saccarina in this time and for all she knows they’re all dead. Being close to the emperor wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. She sends a Sending spell to Grissini, disguised as a prayer to the Bulb, asking for advice. His advice comes on the night of the siege on Castle Candy, before the Rocks troops have been spotted, when he comes into the tent where she is being held and tells her in no uncertain terms that this would be terrible and while that loaf of bread is a war hero he would be a terrible person to have to spend any amount of time with.

Dottie wouldn’t play a major role in the siege. She is one person – two with Grissini. But she does take Grissini out of the fight against the Rocks, so that’s good. The only grudge she really has at this point is against her fucking uncle, but confronting him doesn’t go so well and he manages to escape. At least until the King finds him.

This is the first time Dottie learns about Cinnamon, and is horrified. She becomes even more horrified when she learns about how Cinnamon got so big, mostly because this is going to be pretty hard to smooth over politically. But Dottie still pledges herself to Saccarina after the battle. The Queen is going to needs someone who knows how to sweet talk people and, while she doesn’t intend to be quite as deceitful as her uncle, she learned how to be manipulative from the best. If you’re going to upend an entire religious system, you’re going to need someone who knows how to talk good.  

Does Dottie ever get over her belief that she is unlovable? Yes, because Grissini shows her that isn’t true. He is the first fatherly figure she has had since she was six and, even though she’s almost an adult now, she welcomes having that fatherly figure in her life.  

She also gets the title of Marquesa of Muffinfield when her aunt is found dead (whether the wound is self inflicted literally or just metaphorically is never determined). It’s something that Dottie held at great importance after the escape from the castle because she was not going to let her fucking uncle take her birthright. That anger at him was the only thing that kept her going.

Anyway, that’s Dottie. Nobody has read this long, I know, but if someone has, I hope you like it. I love her, she’s the best character I’ve ever written. I love the idea of having a character who is every part the trope of “innocent sacrifice” who keeps living and is convinced that god hates her because she keeps living. I also love Grissini’s character, and mourn the alternate universe where he ends up an ally, because I think it could have happened.

#hey look it's my oc #I have spent months thinking about this character and I'm not going to be able to share her anywhere else #So here she is #Dottie Cruller #A donut girl with a bread stick cane #Dimension 20 #a crown of candy #a crown of candy spoilers #I guess? #talking about the secondary characters in the last adventuring party inspired me to write it down

[rottendeadpan]

Caaaaaaaaas, tell me about Emile! I wanna obsess over another one of your twist cat boys

[no new art with this one, so i'll do some reposts--]

Emile! He's the largest of the three of them

He's twisted from Toulouse, and is a painter by trade. He doesn't wear a visible ribbon like the other two, but it does make it's appearance sometimes as either a really poorly tied tie, or a wristband. Instead, he usually has blue paint stuck to him somewhere (usually his tail).

He's the most playful of the triplets, eagerly snagging up any new friends the other two bring home to 'test them out' and see if they're worthy (fun) enough. He's pretty messy, and a little slobbish, preferring to walk around in his pajamas than put on any real clothes. Exercise is Eehh, but he's gotta do it so he can fight like his stepdad can (or he ASSUMES his stepdad can. The Uncles have told him stories but he's never actually seen the man throw a punch from what he can remember.) He's got good booksmarts (it's hard not to, when your mom is a teacher), but his time to shine is the Visual arts. He's an excellent painter and studies the classics, but prefers a contemporary or abstract vibe for his own pieces.

Emile really, REALLY likes his stepdad, and trails him around trying to learn all he can from the guy. This has him speaking kinda 'funny', cause he'll learn a cool new word from his army of Uncles, and absorb it into his own vocabulary much to his mom's (lovingly sighing) dismay. At fancy parties, he's the first to beg off and say he's gonna go snoop around. (Faure is generally the second one to run off, if he wasn't dragged by Emile first)

When it comes to their Magic styles; Emile is actually more of a RPG Monk. His UM is a Attack Booster; he'll give a frat-boy body slap to anyone else on his team to buff them up and leave a little painter splat of a pawprint behind. When the pawprint wears off or gets forcefully removed, so does the buffer.

If Faure is the Defense, Antonia is the Offense, and Emile is the Healer.

He's also kind of a "egg on a fight, rather than stop it" type. While he does fight with his siblings, he's more likely to get Faure and Antonia to start fighting and then kick back and watch-- until he hears Mom or Dad coming and then he scatters first. When it comes to Real fights though, he'll stick it out and get a little wild. He's been waiting this whole time to show you what he can do.

#twisted wonderland oc #emile chantelle

[baradesign]

please please give me background info from AAZW that isn't in the fic! and any other AU you have!!!

Here are 5 backgrounds info that you won’t ever see in the main story but are 100% canon!!

(Disclamer: some of this might have been mentioned in the main fic, tho, but I’m a fishbrain who tends to forget what she wrote before :VVVVV )

1.- When he was little Link went through a long phase where he refused to eat his greens, because Mipha didn’t eat them and if she doesn’t then why would he? His father convinced him that he needed to eat his veggies to grow big and strong and protect Mipha, and that’s the only reason he started eating them. His mother was extremely grateful with his dad, because she was starting to get white hair from his son eating nothing but fish for an entire month.

2.- Ezil and Rivan met each other when he was first learning how to ascend waterfalls. He did a wrong turn, went flying away from the water and promptly fell right on top of her.

3.- Link gets easily startled by lightning, not so much because he is afraid of it, but because he has learnt that it is deadly and his first reaction is to think “Where’s Mipha?!…. oh yeah… back in the Domain.”

4.- Link gifted Sidon a book about Stories and Legends from around Hyrule. It’s the little Zora’s favorite thing ever because 1) it has a lot of action stories, and 2) Mipha always reads it to him before sleeping. It’s a THICC book.

5.- Dorephan has caught Link sneaking in and out of Mipha’s bedroom, and he always pretend to not see him.

From “Word in the Domain”

- Mipha IS alive, and she helps Link remember their relationship once he arrives to the Domain. It take time and patience, but he falls in love with her again, and she falls in love with this new - and happier - version of Link.

- Sidon tries to pull the Big Brother front over Link once, not so much because he thinks he should be protective of Mipha, but because he heard someone saying that’s what a good brother is supposed to do, and he wants to be the best brother. Mipha was more annoyed than angry, tho.

From “His Children”

- Link and Mipha never let anyone take the triplets away. The three grow happy in the Domain.

- Redon, his oldest son, went through a very difficult time once he heard Link was not his bio dad. He was afraid Link was lying about being okay with the triplets not being their bio children, so he lashed out and said hurtful things to Link, like “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not even my real dad!” Link understood, even if it hurt a lot. The phase didn’t last long, but Redon always felt guilty about being such a brat, and made sure to tell Link how much he loved him every day.

- Remi was the one who took it the hardest once Link died. The triplets were still quite young when it happened, because of old age, and he refused to leave Mipha’s side for months. This actually was a great bonding time for them, even if it was a sad time. Remi does end up becoming a militar healer, finally being as cool as both his mom and dad. He ends up moving to the Ocean Kingdom, but visits regularly.

- Silfa grows up to become suuuuuuper beautiful, and since Link is no longer around to give all her suitors the “if you hurt her…” talk, it’s up to Uncle Rivan and Uncle Bazz to extend the warnings. Not that they need to, tho. Silfa is a weapon master and can protect herself perfectly fine. One of her suitors laughed at the though of an Hylian being so idiotic for thinking they could father a Zora pup, not realizing she was standing right there. Let’s just say said suitor can no longer swim well.

-The siblings have this very cute tradition where each year they make a special visit to Link’s tomb and leave garlands made of flowers found all over Hyrule, along with some of Link’s favorite dishes. They sit down, eat and talk about their lives and things they have been doing - thinks they don’t even dare to tell Mipha - hoping that Link will hear them and be happy for them, wherever he is.

:V I hope this wasn’t too sad!!!!

#thanks for asking!

[s1ithers]

stolen throne screed. trying to reserve judgment in case this is going somewhere, but good god why'd they make maric such a dweeb. it's killing me. i have to talk shit.

this is such a bizarre character introduction, i can't tell how we're meant to take it. he's the son of a rebel queen growing up on the run with this guerilla army, but he treats it like his mom's boring job. he knows fuckall. when people declare fealty to him he doesn't know what to say. this guy who's been a prince all his life doesn't have (1) appropriate stock response drilled into him. he barely remembers how to knight a guy. he can't ride a horse. ask him anything about the war he's like wuhhh idk, mom does all that. sucks we have to march so much :(

like i hate him? his (mother's) followers are described as ragged & starving for this cause. our man cannot be bothered. i hate him so much

sure, 'hapless idiot = Relatable(tm)' is....a school....of protagonist design. 'naive young hero grows into leadership role' is a time-honored arc. but what hits so weird is the lack of splashover from this to the rest of the world, fine & good to make your protag a spoiled little shit but where's the in-universe logic for why he's like this?

moira is set up as a great queen and so far it seems like we're meant to take this description at face value. so this great ruler, whose goal is specifically the restoration of her bloodline to the throne, just couldn't be bothered to train her heir to even the most basic level. so the queen's characterization starts to fall apart. which makes the dedication of her followers less convincing. so you get this chain reaction of characterization issues that hollows out the whole thing

or maybe the queen intentionally sheltered her son to the point of uselessness for (???) reasons, which you'd think would take serious effort considering he grew up literally in army camps shoulder to shoulder with hardened guerrillas who're suffering all these hardships & risking their lives & apparently cool with the grownass adult prince mooning around just like, plugged into his gameboy in the back seat. which would set up an interesting dynamic! if it felt like the book was doing it on purpose. if that turns out to be the case i'll eat this post lol

but it's like, 'feckless princeling' is a type, and 'beloved warrior queen' is a type, and 'scrappy rebel army,' and they're all just sort of plucked out of the genre bag without much thought for how they interact or what meaning they create when juxtaposed yknow. and i feel like so often when the writing in DA falls down for me, it's because of this, the narrative locks into treating a character as the type or genre figure they represent, rather than respond to what they actually do or how they're situated in diegetic context

gamlen might be the ur-example of this to me. he absolutely got shafted by their parents. it's 100% fair to ask your relatives who've been crashing in your shitty apartment for a year to help out with rent and food. but he's designated Surly Deadbeat Uncle so he's not allowed to have a point. anders is the healer, what does he do in his free time? eh, he heals. running a nonprofit clinic for 7 years has no bearing on his role as the Preachy SJW Friend. it's writ large in da:i

it breaks the illusion of a living world bc background characters aren't allowed to react authentically. they have to look at this dipshit and be like ~ yay our beloved prince :) ~ they're just narrative puppets. it cheapens the MCs for obvious reasons

it's interesting bc da:o is so consciously built around inverting genre tropes and how that carries forward or doesn't as the series goes on. what gets identified as a Trope for that treatment and what seems to go unexamined

i think TST is suffering from the franchise's awkward genre transition. it sets up a story about rebellion & occupation, i went in wanting/expecting... obviously not realism, but at least as heavy stakes as da:o mostly tried to orient itself around. but maric (& rowan) feel more like characters from d&d-type light fantasy where that kind of thing really is meant to be a backdrop for the player characters to romp around in

AND. also from the series' long-running weirdness about what it is exactly the nobility are and do. but i think i've hit my daily word limit for bitching about DA lol

#this series is so full of plot holes that sound so justifiable on paper it just.. doesn't justify them #i always psych myself out trying to formulate a criticism bc it's all so second-guessable #like sure! you can look at history & find rebellions forming around any jackass w/ an inheritance claim bc their followers stand to benefit #regardless of the candidate's personal qualities but contrast with how it presents the orlesians #this book is absolutely not trying to be that subtle #da

[liliesandthemoon]

Commenting on all lines of Glane in Gawain's 5* fates because he is all I think about lately ✌️

First things first, a little introduction here, because some people might be lost.

INTRO: WHO THE HECK IS GLANE?

✨Glane ✨ was Gawain's colleague when he was serving as a knight at Dalmore. Gawain jokingly says he just "tolerated" him, but by the way he happily salutes him when he sees him again in his fates, we can easily figure out they were close friends back then.

In Gawain's journal lines he talks about Glane too! He says something about how shocked he is to see how the huge introvert that used to laugh everything off he used to known is now the knight order commander.

Okay so you want to know more about him?

Let me tell you MORE ABOUT HIM!

First impressions are very important, not only in real life but also in fiction, the way one introduces a character can make people fall completely in love with them or despise them forever.

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 1

In our first encounter with Glane ( Light Gawain's 5* uncap fates) we can see he is a very humble, laid back person, who also likes to tease and joke from time to time.

First thing he does after seeing Gawain, the man everybody in Dalmore used to fear, is tease him about his ''triumphant return''

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 2

He completely ignores Gawain's ''tsunderistic'' antics not giving them any importance.

Gawain is very shocked when Glane reveals he is now the commander, and says that this is very bad news, we learn that Glane used to be in charge of logistics, so he is not the person most adequate to be the commander, but since there is a lack of strong knights in Dalmore (more like there are none at the moment) he is the only one Florence could count on to do the job.

Can you imagine being on that situation? You are just chillin' taking care of the logistics of the duchy (that are most of the time just organizing things, not actually being in the frontlines) and one day they ask you if you could be in charge of the knight order because there is nobody adequate for that job (meaning that ALL the knights the Dalmore knight order currently has are weaker than a guy that works at logistics)

Personally I think that my brain would have just exploded right there, not only for the great responsability entrusted to me, but I'd be also thinking ''Wow my country really sucks ass''

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 3

BRO IS LITERALLY AN ANGEL AAAAAAA. He is so goddamn responsible!! He is doing his best for his country when he knows he is not even that strong to be giving an example to the rest of knights!! The reason the knight order is even functional right now is because he took that position!! Next time anybody goes to Dalmore you'd better say ''THANK YOU GLANE!''

MORE ABOUT HIM PART 2

Glane drinks his Respect™ juice every morning. He likes to resolve conflicts by speaking things out, when Bertilak is dissatisfied with the training he tries to figure out why by speaking directly with him

Bertilak : * insults his uncle at his job*

Glane: Oh damn (proceeds to shrug it off and adds another Haha to the counter)

Being laid back doesn't mean he won't intervene on things, when Gawain was going to beat Bertilak's ass fight Bertilak in a duel he wanted to stop him, worried Bertilak would get hurt.

Oh by the way Glane is a healer!

Skipping scenes, next day while they were both training the knights a sorceress comes in a hurry saying Florence has sent a telepathic message saying Bertilak was in danger.

The way he tells the mage to stay calm to be able to figure out what is the situation is *chef kiss*

Glane manages to keep his cool even when he knows his nephew and Florence are most probably in danger, I find that so impresive, him keeping calm and assesing the problem like that... in my eyes he is just the coolest!!

And in Gawain's eyes he is also the coolest!! He might lack physical strength but I believe his mental strength is insane!

We don't see him again till the end of Gawin's lvl 100 fates (Bertilak is taken on a journey with the crew in these fates)

While Bertilak was out, he worked too, organizing the ideas Bertilak gave, trying to improve the order's battle tactics. I find this important too, Glane not only listened to Bertilak, but he also made sure to take his ideas into consideration.

In conclusion: I love him, he is very cool, he is very responsible and very chill, lemme give him a kiss

Extra,my favorite voicelines:

The way he says Ojousan and his silly haha laugh at the end make me ascend to heaven

Thanks for reading till here~ Hope I could make somebody out there appreciate this man more with this <3 and thanks granblue for having a humongous cast!

#granblue fantasy #gbf #glane (granblue fantasy) #I am infecting everybody with my glane brainrot #character analysis

[uefb]

For the Sake of the Scamander Name (link)

Summary: The Scamanders have worked hard for the respect they have and are desperate to keep up appearances. Newt's father, however, is perfectly done with it; and he draws a firm line for the sake of his son.

In which Newt is nine and already a bit of a troublemaker, his father has a harsh conversation with the family, and Dad and Newt have as close to a heart-to-heart as two Scamanders are likely to get.

Excerpt

“Was that Uncle Hes leaving?” Newt finally asked, peering up at him and shielding his eyes from the sun.

“Mmhm. Boring adult business.”

“I don’t think your - I don’t think your business is always boring. Was it his boring adult business? About Theseus? Or sports?”

“Ah, no, Newt. And I thought you liked quidditch.”

“Oh! I do, but when Uncle Hes talks about it—”

Helios held up his hand as a signal for him to be polite. Newt immediately shut his mouth.

“No, not that kind of business, Mud. And – it wasn’t poorly charmed lawnmowers and possessed coffee grinders this time either, I’m afraid.”

Newt said nothing, only continued to stare at him in the late afternoon sun.

“Look, love, it is absolutely nothing for you to worry yourself with.”

Helios dropped to his knees in front of him and started gently tapping the splotches of mud from his cheeks, removing the grass stains from his knees, disentangling the cowl from his binoculars and shaking out leaves before slipping it all back over his head.

“Hands,” Helios directed, and Newt held them out as he murmured an aguamenti, which had Newt shrieking in surprise, unintentionally heating up his body enough that the cool water evaporated from his fingers in a warm mist.

“Sorry, so sorry,” his son was muttering quietly, eyes suddenly fixed on the buttons of his father’s waistcoat instead of his face. “I didn’t mean—”

“Newt,” Helios interrupted firmly, and he gripped his son’s shoulders like a vice until he looked up. “Newt, you are allowed to do magic. It’s quite important, actually, that you let yourself. It’s the— Listen, Mud, when the Underage Magic Officers come out here, it is usually because you’ve done something quite peculiar, ‘off the charts’, they would say. Not because you trimmed a stick to build a castle—”

Newt’s eyes flicked up and he blushed.

“—or heated your own hands when your idiot father thoughtlessly sprayed you with water in northern England while it was 7 degrees in April.”

Newt shook the remaining droplets from his hands, and nodded.

“Has your mother not explained this to you? Theseus even, or the healers?”

“I - I don’t know. I think. Probably. But I’m not always—”

He fell silent and shut his mouth again, eyes drifting off to the trees as he very obviously tried not to incriminate himself.

“But you’re not always listening…” Helios finished for him with a sigh. x

#you can tell how much I’m procrastinating and/or trying not to panic based on how elaborate my fic post is #this one is medium elaborate #Canva pushed it over the edge from casual but what can you do #my stuff #also I really ended up enjoying this one! #fic: for the sake of the scamander name #newt Scamander #fantastic beasts fanfic #autistic Newt scamander #read the fic before you yell at me about the quote in the image lmao #the excerpt is a random part of it to choose #but the rest of the dialogues don’t stand out without the rhythm around them - so you get bb Newt instead #young newt scamander #oc_ch: Helios Scamander

[rosetowersfanfic]

Pierced

Hunter has a rare bout or teenage rebellion, the twins enable him.

Hunter sighed as he caught sight of Emira's jewelry box. He flopped onto his back, unable to focus on his illusions homework.

"I wanna get my ears pierced," he lamented. Edric and Emira, glad to be distracted from the boring work, looked at each other, mischief written on their faces.

"How come?" Edric asked.

"Well, everyone else does. I dunno, I think it looks kinda cool." Hunter sat up. "Darius said he'd take me to do it, but he's been busy and I'm not old enough to go on my own so..."

"We can help," Emira offered.

"I have to go with an adult," Hunter attempted to clarify. "Darius says it's the law."

"Oh, we don't have to go anywhere," Edric explained.

"We don't?"

"Nah, we know how to do it at home. All we need are sterilized safety pins and ice," Emira said.

Hunter blinked. "Huh, is that safe?"

"Sure. We've done it a bunch of times. For each other, for Mittens."

Hunter brought a hand to his chin.

"Okay. Can I borrow some earrings when you're done?"

"Sure."

Soon the twins ice cubes summoned by glyphs were being pressed against Hunter's earlobes. They each then grabbed a safety pin, used fire glyphs to sterilize them, and pressed them into Hunter's flesh.

He didn't even flinch, and as soon as the pins had pierced the lobes, the twins exchanged looks of surprise.

"You good, man?" Edric asked, a tad concerned.

"Yep, the ice really helped with the pain," Hunter noted in a chipper tone.

"Well okay then," Emira replied as she mirrored her brother in fastening the pins in place.

Emira summoned a small healing spell and focused on Hunter's piercings. "Just give it a couple hours to heal properly so it won't close up. Eddie, go get your jewelry box to Hunter can pick out some earrings.

Edric swiftly ran to his room and then back and Hunter perused the twins' earrings until he picked out a set of gold skull shaped studs.

With that done, the trio went back to their homework until Hunter's ears were ready.

"These look great!" Hunter gushed as he admired himself in the mirror.

"See, we knew what we were doing," Emira boasted as she and Edric high-fived.

It was about time for Hunter to head home, so he said his goodbyes and sped out the house. After seeing Hunter off, Alador scratched his head.

"Did he look different?"

When Hunter got home he was greeted by Darius, who immediately went silent when he saw Hunter's ears.

"Hunter. where did you get those earrings?"

"Em let me borrow them. Do you like them?"

"They're lovely. But how are you wearing them?"

"Oh, the twins pierced my ears for me."

Darius took a deep breath. "I'm assuming safety pins were involved."

Hunter gulped, suddenly worried. "Am I in trouble?"

"A little. Hunter, that's not a safe way to pierce your ears. I told you I was going to get a professional."

Hunter shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you've been saying that for weeks, but you've also been busy. I figured this would save us the trip."

"I know you have better patience than that. I'm sorry I've been putting it off, but you can't just pull stuff like this when you don't get your way; and to reiterate, it's not safe. Your uncle Auberon tried and he flinched."

"Is that why he has that notch on his earlobe? I thought a beast did that."

Darius sighed. "No. The rest of his scars are from his pets, but that one he got when a school friend of his tried to pierce his ears in the school bathroom," Darius shuddered, "the kid wasn't even on the healers track. It was all thanks to grandma that the wound didn't get infected."

"Well, Emira's a good healer, so-"

"Don't even try it. I'll let you off with a warning since you didn't know any better, Auberon certainly did and he got into a lot of trouble with grandma, even granny was upset."

Hunter looked at the ground with guilt.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to call Alador about the twins."

#just a quick one #don't actually do this #darius is right it's a bad idea #the owl house #fanfiction #darius deamonne #edric blight #emira blight #for more info about darius' family check out the #the deamonne family #tag on my main #hunter deamonne

[nightly-ruse]

Overly complicated Ashstar Au: Part 1

(Spans over TNP, PO3, TBC. In this I don’t think OOTS would happen since the conflict is changed and AVOS would happen but in a shorter span of time, in like a super edition or short series)

Inspired a lot by @lockandkeyhyena ‘s au! Go check him out he’s making a animatic currently and it looks awesome for his ashstar au. Part 2 here!

Bramble becomes deputy of TC like in canon, he and Squirrel are mates but problems ofc are there bc he doesn’t like Ashfur and he’s her friend. But Squirrel doesn’t trust Hawkfrost and Bramble is being a little pissy boy about it, punishing her a lot. Very toxic already. (For technicality’s sake I’m saying he trained Whitepaw while Ash trained Birchpaw)

While Ash is now dating Hawk he does still have this attachment to Squirrel. And definitely hates seeing how Bramble treats her.

Hawkfrost crafts his plan to test his brother, either he kills Firestar or he betrays him and if he does then Ash is to leap from the bushes behind him and knock him out. What they get planned for was Brambleclaw attacking Hawkfrost. Caught in surprise he couldn’t roll out of the way of the stake going through his chest. Ashfur is horrified and leap out, but he has to act fast so he rescues Firestar who was coming back from receiving his life and told him that Bramble was working with Hawkfrost to kill him and become leader just like Tigerstar did! Fire is shocked but remembers Tigerclaw doing the same to Bluestar so long ago so he denounces Brambleclaw as deputy and makes Ashfur his deputy instead.

Squirrelflight is obviously horrified, she suspected Hawk of being untrustworthy but never her own mate. She breaks up with him and cries to Ash about it, who can’t help but love that he’s the one she turned to. Though ever beat of his heart reminds him of Hawkfrost. He felt this airy love and warmth with him. His hatred to Bramble is solidified even more. Now Brambleclaw is treated as a cat in their clan, not a clanmate but just there. And Ash makes sure to make his life even harder by giving him many unwanted chores, keeping him away from Squilf, and always making him do Dawn and Dusk patrols.

A bit after this and still reeling from the shock of her ex mate trying to kill her father she agrees to go with Leafpool, and immediately takes in the three for her. When she returns she never states who their sire is, some believing it’s most likely Brambleclaw and she just didn’t want to associate him with her kits. But Ash, looking at the small gray spotty tom with soft blue eyes can’t help but wonder what if their his? Immediately he feels unsure but keeps up the act of a uncle figure to them, helping out when Leaf isn’t there since she’s always so cold to him.

Squirrelflight asks her dad to make one of them apprenticed to Ashfur, a gesture by her to show she cares a lot about him helping her raise the kits (tho it’s purely platonic on her end). As such he gets Lionpaw, the overly ambitious, quick to act, and roaringly loud young cat just as his namesake. While he does try to be a good mentor Lionpaw is a handful and he gets real tired of the guy, sometimes being a bit too harsh though he tries to be nice. He does notice the toms fighting skill and learns that battle training is the best way to keep him interested.

Then he overhears it, walking back to drop off his squirrel and take a nap, he hears whispering form the healer den. Curious he gets closer and sneaks forward to hear. Inside Squilf and Leaf are talking in hushed voices about the three. “We should tell them Leaf it’s not right to keep them in the dark! Plus their almost warriors.” He hears in a anxious tone from Squilf though Leaf’s reply was sharper and clearly a no “Squirrel if anyone finds out who really fathered them I’ll lose everything, they’ll hate us don’t you know? Their whole world would break if they knew!”

He jumps back and drops off the squirrel, shaking the bristling down his spine and trying to stay cool. Too emotional he takes a walk instead, going down to the lake to think. Ash knows they aren’t his now. The little hope of a life after feels like it was shattered. All he can feel is the anger bc if he’s not the sire to them, then their Brambles. The cat who killed his mate here at the lake and hurt Squirrel. Sorry excuse of a mate for her at all when they were together. She chose him? Anger fuels him and he wants vengeance. He would make them feel the pain he did at losing everyone around him.

(For note, no Squirrel never “chose” Brambleclaw over him this is deluded thinking that she is his and any relation to him would be cheating. She didn’t and she is completely innocent just trapped in the crosshairs of two horrible nasty guys who like to control her)

He gets a flaming branch, one he found while checking camp after it was struck by lightning and brought it to a bramble bush near camp, where he tossed it to start the fire. He plays up being the deputy by helping everyone out, going in to ‘save’ the remaining cats who he knows are just Squirrel, the three, and Bramble.

There it is. The three trapped, Squirrel having trouble to push the branch to them. He helps but before they reach the other side he pushes it over, hanging them over the fire on this teetering branch, any moment able to catch on fire and crash them into the fiery flames below. Squirrel shrieks “What are you doing?!” And he just scoffs as he hold the branch steady. She can’t push him away or he’ll lose his grip and the branch will fall along with the three shaking cats she called her kits.

He screams his feelings out. He hated them. He hated her. But most of all he hated the blood that ran through them from their monstrous father. He’s about to lift his paw and let them plummet but Squirrel says the truth. They aren’t her kits. They aren’t Bramble’s most definitely. She took them in because their mother couldn’t. She raised them as her own but she wasn’t the one to kit them. The three are shocked, Ash is surprised. But he can’t let them die now. They don’t deserve that. They didn’t lie or share any blood with the cat who murdered his mate. And they just learned their mom wasn’t even their blood mother. He lets them over, Lionpaw saving Squirrel from a branch as they fled that tried to fall on her but they all make it out with few burns.

None of them speak of what happens as he crafts his plan to hurt the one who really deserved it, not some kits who were innocent of it all. He’s at the river, staring at its moonlit reflection. Memories of laying on his mates back as they floated on the waters surface (like otters), the bright eyes his frosty eyes look at him. He’s swirling his paws in the light when paws slam into his back, pushing him into its depths. He can’t breathe. The waters filling his lungs. But he wasn’t weak, pushing up he launches the cat off his back but they quickly bounce back to finish him off. They wrestle, the only discernible feature of his attacker being hostile glowing green eyes. He’s pinned as claws sink into his throat. He’s about to die. But he can’t yet. No matter how much he missed Hawk he couldn’t see him till he fulfilled what they couldn’t.

“I know who your parents are! I know who really kitted you!”

#long post btw #crazy ​ashstar au #yes I’m leaving this on a little cliff hanger u can’t stop me #ruse au’s #ashfur #hawkfrost #squirrelflight #leafpool #the rest gets even crazier trust me #while this is all a massive au in how much it changes I love it #I have a few sketches for some ashstar au art #ruse’s warrior cats #warrior cats au #power of three au #power of three

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Queen of Shadows, day 13

Ch 83

“Lorcan didn’t even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor.”

Ew

That’s so nasty

I know this is supposed to be funny but ew

Why did he let her do that… Twice….

“Gavriel is still my brother,” Lorcan said, his eyes flashing.

Are they like; actually brothers, or is this a Cassian/Azriel kinda brotherhood?

I still kinda want to know how insestuous this relationship between Aelin and Rowan is

They seem to just be comfortably in love even though they’re related, way, waaaay back on the family tree

Aedion has a different heritage - so he should probably get to know a little bit about it before he starts flirting with someone who might be his uncle or whatever

Not that I think Aedion is going to flirt with Lorcan

I guess anything’s possible

But

Yeah

And OMG THESE TWO STILL WON’T CONSUMMATE.

This is getting absurd.

Rowan, listen closely boy.

Do you know what you’re putting me through? For the love of god. We fought so hard for this happy ending. It can be gentle lovemaking, you don’t HAVE to fuck her hard. It’s ALSO OK if you just say you want to wait; but my god, putting it off because you’re scared of hurting her? What kind of insane acrobatics are you planning!

Ch 84

That tone shift, though! Dorian, it’s such a trip to be back in your headspace and to be faced with how much of a bad person I am every time I have to read from your point of view.

Like I genuinely feel so bad, for caring about happy endings and sex and love and stuff, when this guy is literally going through hell even AFTER getting rescued from his situation.

I’m so sorry, Dorian. I know it’s not going to be immediate for you. You work it out. You take all the time you need, baby. That was a lot of sorrow and trauma you have had to endure.

But listen

Listen

All your friends are here now. And we’re all gonna be here with you no matter what. You are so loved and you are so cherished and everything is gonna be alright now, everything is gonna be better, you’ll see.

It just takes time.

CHAOL.

Oh my god, WHAT

I was holding on so hard to my beliefs! I’m glad you’re not dead! But I did not expect anyone to come out of that facing any actual stakes or horrible consequences! Oh yikes

Poor Chaol

Why wasn’t Rowan able to heal him!

MAGIC IS FREE

Can he not be healed, or is Rowan, just like, kinda rusty at it and used most of his ability to heal himself first?

And Dorian just being like, it’s cool, we’ll send you away to get a magic healer??? Dorian. I think it’s like, a really bad idea to send him away to another continent with a fractured spine after only three days of healing! Give him six weeks, at LEAST, he’s only human

“You might not even want a crippled man.”

CHAOL don’t you dare, you are still the same man, whether you get the use of your legs back or not! You are a hero. And you should be PROUD OF YOURSELF for how well you stood up against the forces of evil! And you should be ACCEPTING of everything this woman wants to give you! She loves you no matter what! And Dorian loves you too! You. Are. Loved. Don’t be down on yourself, because, you only have one body, and it might not be able to heal, and even if that’s true, it changes nothing.

Ch 85

I am very sad to see Elide and Manon parting ways here.

“When war comes - which it will if Perrington survived - you should hope you do not see me again, Elide Lochan.”

Manon please.

I’m begging you. Manon, see her again, stay with her, don’t do this to me Manon, you are breaking my heart

Please, don’t go, I love you so much

Ch 86

Lysandra traced a finger over the coat of arms that Aelin had designed. “What’s the territory called?”

“I have no idea,” Aelin said. “‘Lysandria’ sounds good. So does ‘Lysandrius,’ or maybe ‘Lysandraland.’”

Not to sound like a broken record but this is peak Game of Thrones for me lol

Lysandra is the Bronn, the cool guy that you never expected to become a Lord of a holdfast but like, you just can’t help but love and root for, lol

I mean seriously

It’s giving me good feels

I feel so young and full of hope lol

(Don’t you dare break my heart SJM don’t you pull a GRRM on me)

Ch 87

“She put a hand on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and he yelped as she brought her iron teeth close to his ear. “Just because she is dead, Lord, do not think that I will forget what you tried to do to her.”

I love you Manon. You are such a heartthrob. Please eat him. The last lingering hope of my ship, sailing off into the distance, with each step that Elide limps away, but if you eat him, I think I’ll at least have all the closure I need.

Ch 88

This is lingering a lot and I’m getting bored

Wrap it up, c’mon

“And through the darkness of his memories, through the pain and despair and terror he’d tried to forget, a name echoed in his head.” Well well well.

That’s a pretty, um, strong follow up act to a gentle soft sweetheart like Sorscha, but I’d also really like to see you get your heart fully healed.

What the hell, why not. Manon x Dorian feels a bit random and heteronormative for my babe, but, I’m ready for it. When you’re ready, Dorian, Manon will probably drink your blood and make you beg her to do it.

Ch 89

“One night - just one gods-damned night with him was all she wanted.”

YEAH ME TOO

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

I can’t believe you two didn’t get the chance to have sex even ONCE in this whole 600 page book. Incredible.

You owe me Aelin.

You owe me big.

Final thoughts? I liked it! I think I liked Heir of Fire ever so slightly more, since we were just getting introduced to Rowan and the world of magic and stuff - so it wasn’t as annoying as the will/they won’t/they plot that went on in this book. SJM really knows how to draw it out, yikes.

I know. I KNOW. It’s not all about the romance. There’s a larger overarching story here too. I DID appreciate the story of this one, but it also sucked, because Dorian broke my damn heart every single time he was on screen. I want to see him heal from his sadness and sorrow and trauma, I think, personally I’m drawn to continue reading this series specifically so I can learn more about whatever’s next for him.

Loved all the badass lady characters in this one, endured the story (which dragged in quite a few places), and I’m still struggling through a dry spell when it comes to romance.

#tog read along 2023 #queen of shadows