#‘they was fucking coronas’
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nando161mando · 4 months ago
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multitude-of-eels · 2 months ago
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Thinking about the Harrow the Ninth epilogue where we learn captain Deuteros has a crush on Coronabeth/Crown, and how in Nona we learn from Nona herself (it's implied because even though she says as much, the sentence is cut off) that Crown also has a crush on the captain in return, and how several people in Nona the Ninth talk about how Crown loves people who don't want to pay attention to her and how when Crown offered to be Judith's cavalier, she turned her down. And anyways I'm pretty abnormal about the whole situation.
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fortjester · 2 years ago
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everyone PLEASE take a look at these tlt pieces I got commissioned by @b1cr1ptic for my dead cav club au and please also weep for how awesome they are
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harrowharkwife · 1 year ago
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thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.
was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?
alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.
thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.
thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.
thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!
thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.
thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.
thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.
nona loved crown.
something tells me that alecto might, too.
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luka-is-slightly-odd · 3 months ago
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Currently obsessed with the concept of mutual and acknowledged hanahaki. Like two people who both have hanahaki for each other, and who both know about it, who both know that the other loves them and still aren’t cured.
The flowers stay, not because their love isn’t reciprocated, but because they don’t belive in it, or because its temporary, because the other deserves better, because they have complicated history, because they both already have significant others, perhaps the love isn’t enough because they both can’t put that love first, maybe their ideals and lotalties come first for both. Its not unrequited love, but its not quite enough.
just kinda love the image of two lovers-but-not-yet-maybe-never-lovers sitting together, picking flowers out of each other’s throats.
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beetlejuicesgraveyardrevue · 8 months ago
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so like. you and your incredible boyfriend can gather a group of fellow freaks together and rent out a movie theater and see Big Gerard. On a screen. Huge. Big Ray Toro even. You can sing along so loud and let out the most unholy of shrieks. You can have a religious experience in a small family owned movie theater while you stare at Saint Gerard and the Frocals and Rocals fill the theater. just so you know. this is possible.
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f1xmeinfortyfive · 2 months ago
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Three men with only one braincell
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wobubling · 2 years ago
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ft screencap redraws bc i have no creative energy for other stuff atm ( @fairytail-redraw i owe you my life)
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gatoburr0 · 5 months ago
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I’m having a meltdown
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dayurno · 3 months ago
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i will say one thing that always feels so odd to me is seeing jean and riko by themselves in the books or fanart or fanfic. something’s missing. where’s your princess.
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scarlct-vvitch · 10 months ago
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alas. i am thinking about camilla and palamedes again and making myself upset
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nando161mando · 3 months ago
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"Wear a mask! Protect your privacy! And your health!" (EN: English)
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saturnniidae · 6 months ago
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Hiccup Jack and Rapunzel bonding over their individual experiences of drowning/almost drowning
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antiquepearlss · 6 months ago
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Tangled The Series would have been very different if Varian were voiced by John Mulaney, huh?
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carnivalls · 1 year ago
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do you guys ever think about how babs hated ianthe (or at least had a strained sort of friendship with her) but was the perfect archetype of a cavalier, while gideon l*ved harrow but was a terrible archetype of a cavalier, and those are the only two pairs at canaan house who became lyctors.
& while we're at it, do you ever think about how, despite babs being literally born and raised for the role, it was gideon who actually served as the 'better cavalier' in the end
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citrusinicake · 1 year ago
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i dont even know what this is
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