#*( queenly shit )*

[cashiertimes]

A certain group of friends seem to think I met an elder goddess today.

I had an old lady customer walk by in this fucking fabulous faux-fur edged cape/jacket and I tell her how great it looks and she leans in to whisper conspiratorially "last snow storm I shoveled the walkway and the next day my husband bought this for me so I keep my snow shovel close." Then she winked and walked away

Queen.

[acourtofquestions]

Vigilante Shit but make it Aelin & Lysandra in QoS:

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

— Has there ever been a more “Aelin Sardothien” get ready song? 🔪💅🏻

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

— *coughs* I’m/Celaena/Lysandra looking/death-glaring at you Arobynn☠️

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

— The dinner, the girls glancing through the vaults, the note passed & right given

They say looks can kill and I might try; I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men; Lately I've been dressing for revenge

— THE DRAGON DRESS 💛🐉👑🖤

I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends

— she’s the one they send in last because it’s one & done. THAT’s what she was trained to be… but it’s not what she becomes… not when Aelin starts waging her own wars

Don't get sad, get even

— for so long her rage was her vice, her sanity, her only way to keep “the monster” tightly leashed even while sleeping under the same roof as her enemy (like she; Aelin, told Rowan)

So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends, Lately I've been dressing for revenge

— the almond oil, combs of gold & hidden daggers, the dragon dress; for the woman she became (the heir of fire) the golden queen, no longer Celaena ‘an Assassin in a gilded cage’ & never to live in Rifthold the same, she enters the Keep for the last times with the monikers for the last time; she AND her court, leaving with even more (Lysandra) & heavily she enters to finish the final dealings for no one but (“her beloved dead” marked on her back) & for once; HERSELF; and as Aelin leaves merely masquerading like Celaena but no longer “Adarlan’s Assassin” (never to be again)

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

— crying then talking about 🩵Wesley💙&🩶Sam🖤

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

— literally Lysandra handing Aelin THE letter (aka envelope)💔

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

— 😏Celaena strolling into the Keep the very last time, as they read out the will of Arobynn Hamel💰

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

— Arobynn never expecting the two girls he pinned as enemies against each-other, to grow into women who go “huh that seems dumb” become besties & destroy him together; but that’s Karma for ya😘😘 (sry wrong song ;-)

And she looks so pretty

— the two of them in wigs & gowns, sneaking into balls, & shifting forms/blazing fire on the weeks of travel “home”

Driving in your Benz

— Aelin & Lysandra in the getaway carriage after saving Aedion & setting the first trap for Arobynn

Lately she's been dressing for revenge

— Lysandra taking the hidden note, then the stiletto under the pillow, then the final moment & blood on her hands

She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends

— Lysandra was not the one ‘trained to kill’, but she was a storm within skin, a wolf masquerading as less; one that would die clawing for the ones she loves, for justice, for more

Don't get sad, get even

— the only sanity she (Lysandra) had waiting for Celaena/Aelin to come back someday

So on the weekends, She don't dress for friends, Lately she's been dressing for revenge

— Lysandra even as she becomes hundreds of people with the same face; for every ‘client’, every terrible thing done; so she can save THEM, Evangeline, get-out, or at least live out Wesley’s last wishes

Ladies always rise above

— “I knew you were a good woman” “No, I’m not. But Nehemia was.”

Ladies know what people want; Someone sweet and kind and fun

— every game you see the two of them play (& most women know; the ‘you’d be pretty if you smiled’ moments of nauseating fury & blaring all American bitch) … Aelin watching Lysandra in the vaults wondering how she stomachs ever sweet smile & ‘naive’ glance away from trouble; sleeping in the bed of the one she hates most; realizing she deserves justice even more than anyone

The lady simply had enough

— each of them in the final moment when it snapped into place: when Celaena decided she would not die in Endovier, when she made the list on the boat back to Rifthold, and when he tried to use the ring on her (to use her) … when he paid for Lysandra’s bid, when he took her only friend (Sam died), when Celaena was sent into slavery, when Wesley died (for trying to right it); when she saved Evangeline… when Aelin handed the FINAL note; and when she took it (& all the weight it holds)

While he was doing lines, And crossing all of mine

— every moment Lysandra had to sit & smile & make believe, crying as he slept soundly … when he hurts her for saving people, when she learns he hurt Sam too, when she unleashes the truth of the betrayal, when he makes her say she loves him

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

— all of his Vaults & ‘investments’ being found by Adarlan soldiers, every enemy turned in, the friend she waved to so there was an alibi to prove his betrayals, & seal his demise; losing ‘clients’, money, name, credibility, everything & the end

And I don't dress for villains

— no longer the “King’s Champion” or ‘Assassin/for-hire’; no longer tattooed with the brand; they are BOTH finally free

Or for innocents

— how will they feel when they know their queen of assassins? her court of “whores”? “I will not enter my home again as someone else” all THOSE scenes “your queen is an assassin who appoints common whores to serve her” “What else is there to say, Princess? Do you think the people of Terrasen will be glad to have a queen who served their enemy? Who shared a bed with the son of their enemy?” “There is no one else l'd want guarding my back. If my people cannot see the worth of a woman who sold herself into slavery for the sake of a child, who defended my court with no thought for her own life, then they are not my people. And they can burn in hell.”

I'm on my vigilante shh again

— them and all their ongoing plans; the dragon, & becoming something new, a ghost leopard court; while staying true to them & their words, their REAL friendship (they both desperately needed the honesty) & what THEY make it to be together

[moroniccats]

Once again asking people to rifle through canon and find me their favorite quotes of:

Dr John H. Watson being an absolute bisexual disaster

Literally there is no helping this man. You KNOW he’s hopeless when he says shit like “As I looked at his dark and expressive face I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery and masterful men. There were pride, valor, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes…” He has known this man for less than two days, and he’s already like ‘yeah, I’d die for you.’

Less popular but no less ridiculous are his…intense…descriptions of Mr and Mrs Trelawny Hope: “Dark, clear-cut, and elegant, hardly yet of middle age, and endowed with every beauty of body and of mind…”

“A moment later our modest apartment…was further honored by the entrance of the most lovely woman in London…no description of it, and no contemplation of colourless photographs, had prepared me for the subtle, delicate charm and the beautiful coloring of that exquisite head.”

“His handsome face was distorted with a spasm of despair…for a moment we caught a glimpse of the natural man, impulsive, ardent, keenly sensitive.”

“It was a queenly presence - tall, graceful, and intensely womanly.”

Every person he meets is the hottest person he’s ever met. Everyone is sexy to him and he makes it our problem. We love him for it.

[zannolin]

the immediate shift in the pevensies from being frustrated and unhappy and upset with one another and themselves in england -> them all laughing and playing with one another the second they get to narnia again. susan not caring at all how mature she acts anymore as she throws off her blazer and her hair falls in her face, but it just makes her more queenly than ever. lucy racing her down the beach. them all forgetting they were annoyed with peter. peter forgetting he was angry at all. half an hour ago he was getting the shit kicked out of him but he can't even feel the bruises anymore. none of it matters because they're home, and they're splashing each other in the ocean and walking barefoot under the apple trees and i feel SICK i feel ILL they were SO HAPPY.

[shokocontane]

Since I've already did Gira, Yanma and Kaguragi, might as well draw the rest of the team.

Sharing some insight on my design choices here, for Jeramie, I wanted to make him look remotely like a thousands-year-old being who'd been through tons of shits, hence the wrinkles, idk, I just felt like we could use more old man sentai (Like Doggie, Isamu, Champ or Ronpou...). Also I think that could go well with his storyteller aesthetic.

For Himeno, I really wanna hammer in the fact that she was a girl forced to mature fast to take over the throne after her father and mother passed away, that's why I tried going for a queenly, mature vibe.

And for Rita, having to witness the ugliest the world has to offer since a young age, being the Chief Justice of Gokkan and all, a look that screams dead inside definitely works well. Also let's be real here, if Gokkan is in charge of judging criminals from all other countries, then they're gonna have some serious eyebags.

[hannahhook7744]

'Arthur Pendragon would be the best dad/uncle ever and you can't convince me otherwise' Headcanons;

He would be like Uther only in the way that he loves his kids, and he would be every thing Uther never was (whether you believe be was more decent as a parent when Arthur was little or not).

His daughter wants to learn how to sword fight? She WILL get to learn how to sword fight.

His son wants to learn how to sew or how to do magic or how to be a blacksmith? Then he will.

You took Dragonet (Merlin and Freya's son)'s cow? You will apologize to the sobbing three year old and return the cow immediately.

You want Arthur to be at a council meeting when it's supposed to be his day with one of his son/daughter(s)? Fine but his kid is gonna be there and you will have half of his attention.

You want to have an audience with Arthur when it's his day to babysit Dragonet or any of his other nieces/nephews? Fine but the kid will be sitting on his knee drawing or napping in Gwen's arms and you can't complain.

Question if his oldest child will inherit the throne because they're adopted? Hell will rein down upon you for you even SUGGESTING that his precious darling is lesser than their siblings.

Make Morgana's kid or any of the knights kids cry? Run for the hills because Arthur will NOT let you get away with it without an apology or good reason.

He's a good pet parent too: he loves his pets, even if they aren't 'pretty' or whatever.

Arthur would literally do everything in his power to be as involved as possible with his kids and his friends' kids, and he would be unapologetic about it.

He will teach his kids how to hunt and ride a horse, and sword fighting. Gwen will teach the ways of a black smith and how to not put up with anyone's shit.

He'd take turns reading to the kids with Gwen.

Arthur would love his kids and his friends' kids unconditionally.

'Guinevere 'Gwen' Pendragon would be an absolutely fantastic mother/aunt and you can't convince me otherwise' Headcanons:

Gwen would love her kids just as fiercely as her parents loved her and her brother.

Gwen would absolutely refuse to let her queenly duties interfere with the time she spent with her children/her friends children.

She'd teach her son/daughter(s) everything she knows.

She, like Arthur, would want to give them everything she (and Arthur) never had. They will be getting all the affection Arwen can give them.

She would make sure that her and Arthur's kids would be unapologetically themselves, and that they grew up with the ability to tell right from wrong.

Gwen would take the kids (hers and her friends') on picnics and make flower crowns with them, just to see them smile.

She'd love her kids all equally, adopted or not, and would do everything in her power to make sure they never questioned whether or not they were loved.

One of the kids definitely has Tom as a middle name. Another is named after Arthur's mother (with the middle name).

She'd treasure everything her kids gifted her.

She'd sooth their fears and encourage their hobbies, and would adore them to no end.

Gwen would love her kids and her friends' kids unconditionally.

'The knights, Morgana, and Merlin would be the best uncles and you can't convince me otherwise' Headcanons:

Merlin would do magic tricks for the kids and teach them how to tend to wounds.

Gwaine would sneak the kids sweets.

Percival would use his strength to make the kids laugh in their games (throwing them up and catching, holding them upside down, piggy back rides, etc).

Good! Mordred would tell the best stories.

Good! Morgana would be snippy with anyone who even looked at the kids wrong and if anyone even said anything they WOULD be thrown out with her magic, no exceptions.

Good! Morgana would teach Arthur's daughter all the tricks in sword fighting she knew.

Elyan would give the best hugs and give all the best gifts.

Lancelot is that uncle who ain't see shit and ain't hear shit unless you really fucked up.

"What? Melora (Arwen daughter) disguised herself as the Knight of the Blue Surcoat to go save her prince? That's craaaazy and this is totally the first time I'm hearing this. Swearies."

"Stephanie (Freylin daughter) got in a fight with Morgar (Morgana and Forridel) and they hexed each other? That's crazy. Wonder how I didn't hear that."

And so on.

Leon would be that uncle getting the kids out of trouble constantly with a sigh, scolding them before dropping them at home.

Just all of them would love any of the others' kids, as well as their own, so much.

[venussaidso]

Saturn nakshatra women with Rahu/Moon nakshatra men

(shit was made by incels btw)

(literally water sign women with air/earth sign men if you wanna be precise because those are literally the elements in this dynamic).

This is a funny stereotype.

"Saturnian women's cool queenly strength can have an emasculating effect on many men, just like her consort (Sun men) tend to have this effect on other male types as well." — Claire Nakti in her Uttara Bhadrapada video.

No, I don't think Saturn nakshatra women are particularly one way. But I do find it true that they are very misunderstood and can come off unapproachable/intimidating to others. Whether that's a conscious act on their part or not. For some people, they may find them out of reach or out of 'their league'. It's just the vibes Saturnian women give off, like they're inaccessible to most people.

Rahu and sometimes moon nakshatra men can be more receptive to them because they're also cold in nature. But it makes it seem like they're submissive to Saturn women when that's not actually the case. They just have less of an ego to put on this masculine front that other men put on. They love being around strong, 'colder' women because they don't like women feeding off of them or women who are dependent on them or incompetent. These men admire Saturn nakshatra women for their strength, competence and even their demanding nature that can be off putting to other men. Saturnian women's standards can make other men feel insecure in general, but Rahu men can find this very admirable as they have a similar mindset towards life (especially Swati). I think the same can apply to Mercury nakshatra men. And sometimes Venus.

I do think that Solar nakshatra men would feel incompetent or useless around Saturnian nakshatra women because Saturnian women are very self efficient and have high standards. Saturn nakshatra women are not impressed by the casual nature that Sun nakshatra men have, and Sun nakshatra men can feel like he can't keep up with her. Jupiter nakshatra men can also feel this way.

[kaibutsushidousha]

what did you think about skadi's handling in arctic summer world? as an ibuki fan i'm puzzled as to why she agreed to skadi's request to stop, but any general insight into what aspects of her were explored here is appreciated.

Thanks to Odin's questionable kindness, Scáthach-Skadi is the last survivor of Ragnarök. That's a situation she's very displeased with and her every major appearance has been her trying to process her grief in some way.

The most relevant attempt is obviously her Lostbelt. She was initially grateful for the lengths Odin went to keep her alive and believed she also needed to go great lengths to preserve the world he left her with. Skadi ruled for 3000 as the most anti-violence Lostbelt King we've ever seen. She constantly had her eyes on her world, and micromanaged all the humans and Jotunns so that there would be no fighting in her world.

She was unquestionably devoted to her Lostbelt, but by no means she made a good job. Her messed up decisions came at great personal cost for the giants who couldn't think for themselves, the humans who only got to live until age 25 at most, and to Skadi herself who had to overexert herself to keep everything in check while also maintain Surtr's seal. Skadi was a joyless woman stuck in the joyless world of her own design. Absolutely no one benefitted from her dystopia.

But playable Skadi is obviously not like that. The world that was hers to care is already gone, and she finds herself free from her queenly chains of responsibility for what might as well be the first time ever. In Chaldea, she's characterized as very lost and clueless. Someone Medb and the other Scáthach need to introduce to so many things she could never see in her small, enclosured world. She has something of a background arc through many cameos with her experiencing many new things, from food (ice cream, takoyaki, alien monster sashimi) to roles for herself (fairy godmother for Lizderella and Martha, and of course, park administrator).

There's also her Interlude, but I'll get back to it later. The reason why I covered this whole recap of Skadi's character is because Skadi's part in Arctic Summer World also feels like a recap of her character. A return to her origins without the previous stakes. In this less messed up environment, Skadi remains as awful an administrator as she was always and remains self-destructively overworking herself for something the people she's serving didn't ask for.

The difference here is that Götterdämmerung is a story about Ophelia's inability to distinguish love from emotional abuse, so Skadi had to carry the important role of sincerely loving mother that made everything worse for everyone, while Summer Skadi is in a role where she can review her mistake and not create Super Fun & Colorful Götterdämmerung 2.

But the part about vaguely self-biographical manga being the medium that lets her examine her past and assess what she needs to do feels like a mark of progress for herself and more like a mark of progress for Jalter as a mentor sharing with others what brought her solace.

As for Ibuki, I think she just stopped because she knew she wouldn't get what she wanted from Skadi's current state. Ibuki wanted things to get joyous and lively, so she ordered Douman to give the Grail to someone full of love. Douman's choice was Skadi because his initial mission was interacting with the Lostbelt Kings, so he was very aware of her love. I don't think Douman was too surprised by the mistakes Skadi repeated here. If Skadi and Fujimaru say they're unwilling, then who is Ibuki throwing this party for?

I get that the end is sudden, but I feel like it works really well for Skadi's long-term characterization. The Scandinavian Lostbelt was a shit place to because Skadi had no respect for anyone's autonomy. After going to Chaldea, disrespecting other people's autonomies remained a recurring problem with Skadi, with Summer Caenis, Lizderella, and Santa Martha all being unconsented transformations.

But then came her Interlude, with the conclusion being that even though she eventually found new happiness in Chaldea because of Odin making her survive and endure 3000 years of trauma, this is not something she wanted, so Odin violated her autonomy and she doesn't need to feel grateful for it. Skadi's consent issues disappear entirely after this Interlude, but since Arctic Summer World was so shortly after it, I like to believe that Skadi saying no and Ibuki immediately respecting also played a part in fixing her flaw.

[sergeantavii]

Ain't Too Proud To Plead (Ch.2 Sneak Peak)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60678976/chapters/154947481

Author's Note: Please see the tags on AO3 before proceeding so you know the vibe and where this is leading! Yes, fic leaning into Sevika/Vi. Yes, it's a rarepair. If that's no bueno for you then please do move along.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Sevika stopped briefly past the threshold, rattling Vi as she kicked the door closed behind them. The slam didn't shake the walls, so Vi supposed the place was sturdier than she’d previously assumed. A heavy sigh pushed from her chest. It was going to be a long night.

They hobbled over to the bed settled in the middle of the room, a huge king-size with dark, queenly patterns in its fabric. Two pillows and a comforter. Nothing crazy. Just essentials. Again, aesthetics that were clearly someone else’s idea.

Vi had to laugh.

Sevika made a subtle noise of indignance before she shoved Vi off of her, hand to chest, sending Vi stumbling backward until her ass hit the bed. She caught herself with her hands and immediately the texture of the blanket gave her pause. She spread her fingers on the fabric. Impossibly soft. Expensive.

Vi hung her head and laughed some more.

“What's funny?” Sevika rumbled, a growl in a dog’s throat. A warning shot.

Vi shook her head and lifted her gaze, smiling and wincing as she felt the splits in her lips burn. Her injuries were all very young. She knew she looked beat up, pathetic even. 

“Is there anything in this place you bought yourself?” She jested, voice croaking, throat devoid of moisture.

The question seemed to have stalled the other woman. Her expression shifted, confusion nestling itself right next to the ever-present annoyance. A very characteristic scoff and simultaneous eye roll later and Sevika’s back was turned toward her. Vi raised an eyebrow, watching Sevika’s width broaden as she crossed her arms.

“Take that ugly shit off already.” Sevika through the words over her shoulder, her lips revealing her grimace where her hair kept her eyes shy. Vi considered herself, doing her best to disassociate from what she saw.

The enforcer uniform, still hugging her tight despite the tattered state of it.

Carefully, Vi looked the older Zaunite up and down. So different. Bulkier somehow, and Vi found a lot of envy in that. Sevika's get-up was a bit more fashion forward than Vi remembered, what with the gold accents.

And the hair...

Up crept a nagging tickle in the back of Vi's brain, and before she could swallow down the impulse, she succumbed.

“'Vika', what the fuck is your haircut?” 

Even through the muscle pain ricocheting off her bones, Sevika whipping around and storming toward her with a snarl pushing past her teeth gave Vi an unbelievably euphoric satisfaction. A win was a win, especially in a night that held losses such as this. She fully expected to get what she paid for, so when Sevika settled her tab by yanking her collar with enough force to wrench her into a standing position, all Vi could do was smile.

[lil-oreo-crumbles]

SVTFOE fandom what’s one small, obscure detail about the show you think about an awful lot for no good reason that you firmly believe no one else thinks about half as much as you do, if at all? (When I say obscure I MEAN obscure)

I’ll go first:

Comet Butterfly was probably the one who hired Dr. Jelly Goodwell as the Royal Monster Expert.

The Butterfly family probably didn’t have a “Royal Monster Expert” before Comet. Estrella didn’t care for politics or queenly duties, Celena was busy with whatever she was dealing with and also didn’t pay much mind to the Monster situation, Rhina was preoccupied with her spells, riddles, and marital situations, and Crescenta “solved” (she didn’t) the “Monster problem” with her rigged election campaign. Why would she hire a “Royal Monster Expert”?? She’s actively a horrible person, It doesn’t make sense why she or any other Butterfly would make a position to “field study” Monsters.

What does make sense is Comet designing that position in the early days of her “peace” agenda. Making an “attempt” to understand them enough so she can figure out how to go about conducting her “peace” treaty. Jelly Goodwell is very fond of separating Mewmans and Monsters from each other because “when Mewmans and Monsters cohabitate bad things happen, usually to the Monsters.” If we go off my theory that the Mewman-Monster Accord Moon signed into law reflects (or basically is) Comet’s treaty, then the separation statement makes sense.

Even if the title of “Royal Monster Expert” existed for a while, Comet without a doubt (in my mind) hired Jelly Goodwell. If she’d been “studying” monsters her whole life like she claims, then it makes perfect sense that she was hired back when she was young. Comet would be around her age if she was alive so it only makes sense that Comet was the one who hired her and designated the position. And, again, bringing back her treaty, if Comet and Goodwell worked together in any way, then both of their agendas being separation makes complete sense. Comet hired someone to “field study” Monsters, Goodwell reported back with her findings, and Comet conducted her treaty and dealings with monsters accordingly.

Comet has always just given me the same vibes Goodwell does; they’re like glass reflections of one another. On the surface they look like they actively want to help actually make progress for the impoverished and colonized monster citizens, smiling and playing nice, but patronize them as literal animals (see Comet’s FAMOUS “beast of the forest” line and her patronizing of Seth and Batwin’s wife… or just read her chapter holy shit), refuse to take any of them seriously as equals, and think separating them from Mewmans is the best call.

(To clarify because I feel this being brought up: NO, I’m not saying Goodwell influenced Comet and am now taking blame away from Comet. No, if anything Goodwell’s “angle of research” was probably thrust upon her by Comet (think a “Dr. Goodwell, why don’t you study their mannerisms and habitat so we can communicate with them on their level” line from Comet), and Goodwell reported back with the agenda she was sent out with. If anything, those “findings” only reaffirmed and strengthened Comet’s established bias. I’m not one of those people who take away accountability from the queens because I think they were “influenced” Comet is pretty stupid already 😭)

[childishsadism]

Vox making Al wear red bottoms you are a genius... now i'm thinking about him making Al wear like full Liltih stile queenly dress or secretary type outfit. Vox probs has a closet of clothes he saw that he thinks Al would look good in and made Vel make some.

Vox going shopping with Velvette and saying that he hates how long she takes shopping just to end up getting distracted with outfits that would look good on Alastor and now Velvette has to groan and sit there while Vox explains to her why he needs this sweater in all the shades of red it comes in.

This is why Velvette stopped inviting him and now only shops with Valentino, at least Valentino only gets distracted shopping for clothes for himself.

Meanwhile, Vox arrives with dozens of shopping bags just for Alastor to look at them and raise an unimpressed brow. Now he has two closets full of clothes he doesn't even wear but at least they are nice, sure he doesn't know jack shit about the brands but they feel expensive so he can't hate them. On the other hand, now he has to wear these damn clothes around Vox, or else he's going to get all mopey and he's gonna have to deal with his TV static making his hair frizzy.

mopey Vox releasing static electricity around him, as he lays there in rejection like a damsel in distress every time Alastor says no is so real, then when Alastor says yes all of it is gone and no one has to deal with puffy fur or hair.

The only time Alastor is pleased with what Vox buys him is when he gets a new tailored suit, so he'll entertain Vox's odd boyfriend sweater fantasies or whatever else he seems to enjoy for whatever odd reason. People call it fetishes and Alastor has no idea what the fuck that means but now he's wearing heels and Vox isn't complaining about their relationship in a podcast so he must have done something well.

[shadowqueenjude]

I am writing Feytamsand, so I thought I’d post this snippet for @polyacotarweek ! This is a continuation of my AU where when Rhysand dies in ACOWAR, the High Lord magic transfers to Nesta, and Rhysand has to contend with being powerless and titleless. Thanks to @achaotichuman who helped me with ideas for this part <3 (this is for day 1)

Needless to say, Rhysand was still in shock hours later.

Hybern was split into seven pieces. Each court in Prythian would help govern a section of Hybern and ensure everything returned to normal. Rhysand’s face burned with humiliation as Nesta swept past him, majestic in a silver gown, not even a glance at him. Once the center of attention, he now garnered as many looks as a servant. He clenched his fists and resisted the urge to bellow in frustration.

He had lost everything- everything- to that snake, who saw through all his bullshit somehow where even Feyre did not. Then again, Nesta and Elain were the educated ones, weren’t they? It made sense that Nesta would be the cunning one, not Feyre.

How could he endure? How could he live in the Night Court, knowing what he had lost, and to whom? Audacious, vicious Nesta, who Rhysand despised with all his heart and yet couldn’t help but dream of day in and day out. Along with a certain blonde back in Spring. He shut that out. You would think having a mate who had accepted the bond would stop these intrusive thoughts, but no. If anything, they only haunted him further.

It seemed he could never escape him. Even his mate was once his bride.

And his mate was also Nesta’s sister. God, he needed to stop thinking about her. How he wished to punish her for stealing his court. How he wished she’d destroy him instead.

God he wished his brain would shut the fuck up. “It’s not a big deal,” Feyre muttered. His mate-his fierce, beautiful mate- who knew nothing of the monster he was, who he’s somehow convinced to love him as he was, wretched and all. Because she didn’t know him. How evil he was. He’d used her like a toy, then manipulated her into believing it was for her own good. Nesta’s every glare was a reminder of how terrible he was. She made him think. She made him remember.

She drove him crazy.

Feyre, Mor, and Azriel surrounded him, assuring him they loved him no matter what, that he was their High Lord always, blah blah blah.

“Stop lying to me,” Rhysand bellowed. “You do not serve me anymore. I am nothing. You shall serve the new High Lady, should she deem it. I am powerless.”

“But you should-“ Azriel began.

Rhysand snarled at him. “You’re the one she’s least likely to keep around. You’re completely fucking useless.” Azriel rarely showed emotion, but Rhysand could’ve sworn his shadows swirled around him agitatedly. Rhysand didn’t give a shit.

He had just lost everything. He had the right to be angry. His whole life, he had been preparing for this. His whole life, he had been doing this. Maybe he wasn’t the best at his job, but it was all he knew. Now, he was useless in his own court. A waste of space.

Waste. Waste. Waste.

Rhysand shut out the voice. “Let’s see what our new ruler shall do,” he said bitterly.

Nesta walked out of the High Lord meeting some time later, looking radiant and queenly and everything Feyre never was and never would be. And Rhys felt like shit for even thinking it.

Elain and Lucien walked beside her, looking remarkably cozy despite Nesta’s vehement objections.

“Let’s go home,” Nesta said. She didn’t seem as smug as Rhysand had expected. He wished she was, so that he could sneer at her. Don’t act like you’re superior, he wanted to scream. You’re just as bad as me.

Nesta continued to ignore them, staring at Cassian instead. Rhysand tried not to be hurt at Cassian blatantly ignoring him and choosing to beam at Nesta instead. Cassian was his first. And now Nesta was taking him away from him. By the Cauldron, did he hate her.

Returning home was awkward, to say the least. Out of instinct, Rhysand walked towards the throne when Nesta gave him a look promising death, and Rhysand backed off. Right. An ordinary citizen. Rhysand burned with humiliation again. Nesta reclined onto the throne, crossing one leg over the other. She looked like she was born to sit there. Perhaps she was. Perhaps the Mother was just biding her time, letting him rule until Night’s true leader was born and ready to rule.

The thought didn’t sit well with him. Especially since Nesta was the first High Lady chosen in centuries.

“First order of business,” Nesta drawled, surveying the former Inner Circle. “Mor, pack your bags and get out of here. I have no use of you.” Mor glowered at Nesta and stomped out of the room.

“Azriel too. You’re the worst spy I’ve ever seen. Didn’t anyone tell you spies aren’t supposed to be well-known everywhere?” Azriel genuinely looked like he might cry, and Rhysand didn’t know whether to be amused or horrified that a 23 year old formerly human woman was the one reducing him to tears.

“Amren, you have no powers anymore, but because I like you, you can stick around.” Amren grinned and saluted her. “Rhysand, as much as I’d like to chuck you into the Court of Nightmares, you’re my sister’s husband, so I am offering the House of Wind to you and my sister. However, you shall have no place in my court.”

Rhysand grit his teeth. It was charity. Nesta clearly wanted to be around him as little as he wanted to be around her, yet she offered this for her sister’s sake. Might as well spare them both.

“I want nothing from you, and you want nothing from me. I think I shall save both of us some time and say that I’m determined to leave the Night Court.”

Feyre’s head whipped around to his. “Excuse me?” “You’re welcome to stay here, Feyre, if you want to dump your loser husband to whatever court he slithers off to.”

Feyre shook her head. “No…no of course I will go. I suppose he is right, we have no place here anymore.”

Nesta shook her head. “You will always have a place here, sister.”

“Wait. What about me?” Cassian asked, spreading his hands. Nesta surveyed him coolly, and Cassian audibly gulped at her unrelenting focus. “You can stay, I suppose. Make yourself useful as a bodyguard, or… what was your job?”

Cassian cleared his throat. “Commander of the Illyrian army.”

“Yes yes, you can keep doing that. Now, to get a new spymaster…”

Elain delicately cleared her throat. “Yes, you’re right Elain, we’ll talk about that later.”

“That’s not what I meant. I was just…what about Lucien?”

Lucien had been standing there, uncharacteristically silent, but now everyone turned to him. “What? I know Nesta’s keeping me around,” Lucien said. “Oh?” Azriel snapped, whirling back into the room, shadows swirling like a dark tornado. “What makes you so sure?”

Lucien smirked. “I’m indispensable. No one else here has any decent connections with any of the other courts. Yet here I am, with great connections to all.”

“Yes, Azriel, I’m keeping Lucien. Now quit whining and leave quietly, please,” Nesta said tiredly. Azriel angrily wiped away a tear as he walked out.

“Come on, Feyre, let’s get out of here,” Rhysand murmured to Feyre. She nodded, and together they strode out of the courtroom, watching as the Inner Circle that had stood for centuries shattered into pieces.

“Might I ask where you intend on taking us?” Feyre demanded, hands on her hips as she sent a simmering glare his way. When she did that, she looked so much like Nesta. Rhysand shut that out.

“I thought it was obvious. This is one place we are unneeded, but there’s another place where we are. Needed, that is.”

Feyre blinked. “You can’t be talking about-“

“What? His last words to you were, ‘be happy.’ I doubt he’s going to be an ass if you go over there now.”

Feyre shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re actually suggesting this.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Yeah! Stay here!” Feyre threw up her hands. “You’re ridiculous.” She practically ran out of the room.

Rhysand slumped onto his bed. This was really happening. He knew he should just be happy he was alive, but he’d almost rather be dead. The humiliation he had suffered at the hands of the High Lords, especially Beron, was something he wouldn’t soon forget. And his life, his purpose, was gone. Reduced to little more than a commoner. He couldn’t even shapeshift his wings anymore; they were gone. Just another boring High Fae.

The tears came before he could stop them. He was glad Feyre wasn’t here to see. Glad Feyre hadn’t gone into his mind and seen how he wished he hadn’t been brought back. As much as he appreciated Feyre somehow convincing all the other High Lords to bring him back…he had been brought back to nothing.

Nesta came to wish Feyre a good journey. “You will be ok?” Feyre asked her. Nesta rolled her shoulders. Nerves. Rhysand had been so busy feeling sorry for himself that he didn’t even stop to think about how much pressure was on Nesta’s shoulders. “I think so. I have Lucien and Elain to help me. Will need to recruit a few others; your crew was rather incompetent. Sorry,” she added when Feyre winced. “But it’s true. Especially that Mor.” Nesta made a face of disgust. “Entitled blonde bimbo.”

When Nesta left, Feyre turned to Rhysand. “Are you ready for this?” she enquired, tilting her head curiously. “I should be asking you that question,” Rhysand muttered, shame flooding his veins. Nesta’s presence had again brought it up. Feyre snorted. “I’ve made my peace with him. You’re the one who still has a problem with him.”

A sign that in spite of Feyre’s physical transformation, she was still human. Subject to growth and change. Not like the Fae, who could hold grudges for centuries. Not at all like himself, in fact.

He could never forget Tamlin tearing his father to shreds in front of his eyes. Even if he had despised his father. Tamlin’s skin had glowed with a green aura of power, his claws so long and sharp he probably could’ve gutted Rhys with one swipe. Tamlin’s presence was so powerful that Rhysand had frozen in terror. He didn’t even notice the violet aura around himself.

“Leave,” he’d growled. His voice was lower and raspier than it had been before. “Before I kill you too.”

Rhysand had never understood how you could be so terrified yet so drawn to someone at the same time until that moment. He wanted to stare into Tamlin’s eyes forever, burning like freshly forged emeralds as they were. But Rhysand’s magic reacted where his body could not and winnowed him away from that place.

Clearly visceral magic had consequences, because Rhysand landed on the snowy, windy peak of an Illyrian mountain. He grunted as he fought against the wind resistance to pull out the clump of ice that had lodged itself into his hair. He spat out the half melted slushy water that had gone into his mouth when he fell face-flat onto the snow. Yet the cold of the physical atmosphere couldn’t compare to the cold of his heart.

Centuries onward, and Rhysand still didn’t know how to act around Tamlin. They had never gone beyond friendship; yet, Tamlin had once kissed him when he was drunk off faerie wine, which had led to a lot more. The next day, Tamlin had written it off as mild lapse of judgement. That’s what Rhys was to him; a fucking lapse of judgement.

It was why he had used Feyre under the mountain. He knew Tamlin cared for her. He wanted to piss him off, make him jealous. He wanted to remind him of what they could’ve had.

Perhaps they should stay here in Night, after all. Perhaps they-

But no. Rhysand had no use here. Nesta had made it perfectly clear she had no intention of allowing him to make any decisions in this court. And how long would it be until all the faeries who had despised him when he ruled came to kill him? He had no powers to protect himself now. Feyre was strong, but she could not hold off a riot should it come to their door.

No, they were better off in Spring. No riots coming his way there, at least.

Feyre said nothing to him as they entered Spring Court grounds. In better times, wards would keep out any High Lords from other courts from entering without express permission from the High Lord himself. But, he was no High Lord anymore, and Feyre with her magic of all seven courts, could enter any place.

Rhysand stared at the Spring Court manor, which had definitely seen better days. Sighing, he knocked on the door. A servant with bubblegum pink hair with skin resembling chlorophyll opened the door, gasping when she saw who it was.

“High Lord!” she called. “It is the High Lo-er, former High Lord of Night and the Cursebreaker.”

“Leave them to me, Amelia,” a calm voice said. The servant quickly scurried away. A huge hulking figure stood before them not a moment later.

Rhysand was accustomed to Cassian’s enormous body, so Tamlin’s size did not intimidate him…although he wished that simmering glare was aimed at someone else. “Rhysand. Feyre. What are you doing here?”

“We were kicked out of Night,” Rhysand said smoothly. Feyre sent him a look. “Ignore him, Tamlin. Actually, Rhysand decided to reject my sister’s offer of a beautiful home and go for a change in scenery.”

Tamlin snorted. “Of course he did. Ego can’t handle being bested by a human woman, Rhys?” Rhys. A nickname saved for those close to him. Rhysand ignored the pang of his heart. “I know the people will be coming after me now that I am no longer in power, plus I have no use there anymore. It has nothing to do with her.”

“Sure.” Tamlin grabbed Rhysand’s hand and dragged him inside. Feyre yelped in protest. “What are you doing, Tamlin? Leave him alone!” Tamlin ignored her, dragging him by the heels of his shoes. “TAMLIN! I SAID LET HIM GO!” Feyre’s skin lit up as she utilized Beron’s drop of fire, her eyes a stunning azure flame, and Rhysand stared at his mate in awe. “Wow,” he breathed. “No,” was Tamlin’s only response as he flung open the door to a room that showed evidence of once being an art gallery and shoved Rhysand against the walls. Rhysand reigned in his wince at the claws Tamlin pressed against his jugular.

“TAMLIN! I SAID LET. HIM. GO!” Feyre shrieked, stomping up to him. “You burn me, and he dies,” Tamlin said simply. Then he turned to Rhysand and snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here, really? Haven’t you ruined my life enough? I told Feyre to be happy, not that I want her anywhere near me. Especially not when she comes with you.”

Rhysand chuckled as well as he could while Tamlin’s claws still pressed into his throat, his other hand keeping him pinned to the wall. “This position seems awfully familiar,” Rhysand managed to sneer, in spite of the fear thrumming through his body. “It’s like nothing changed, hmm, Tamlin?”

“What do you mean, nothing has changed?” Feyre demanded. “You mean when you used to spar?”

It was Tamlin’s turn to smile. “You never told her?” Rhysand felt his skin go cold. Shit shit shit shit shit-

“Of course not. What a hit to your ego that would’ve been. That I rejected you, yet I fully intended on marrying a human girl, and humans are so far beneath you, right? Funny how you only took an interest in her after you realized I had interest in her. Jealous much, Rhysand?”

His skin burned with humiliation. “Please,” he croaked.

Tamlin’s smile turned cruel, animalistic. “Please what?” he said in a deceptively gentle voice.

“Please don’t make me go back to Night. The people despise me, they’ll kill me within the week.”

“And why not? Since I’m such a monster, and you’ve intruded on my territory, I should deal with you as a High Lord deals with all invaders.”

Those claws still brushed against his skin, threatening to torment him. Rhysand found his breaths evaded him. “Please,” he choked out.

Abruptly, those claws withdrew from him as well as the hand pinning him to the wall, and Rhysand’s knees nearly buckled. Tamlin’s grin widened. “Beg, and I’ll consider not sending you back to Night.” Oh this bastard was throwing his words right back in his face. But he had no choice. Slowly, Rhysand dropped to his knees. Utter humiliation-almost as bad as what he had suffered when Nesta had become High Lady. “Lower,” Tamlin crooned, pointing a finger at the ground. Rhysand’s mind screamed, but he bowed, his hair brushing the floor. “Lower.” Rhysand pressed his forehead to the floor, suddenly thinking death at the hands of the Night Court faeries would be better than this. At least that would be a swift end.

Perhaps Tamlin sensed the despair in his thoughts, for he pulled Rhysand up by his collar and patted his shoulder. “I would never turn away those in need of refuge,” Tamlin said somberly, and he walked away, leaving Feyre and Rhysand alone.

[axailslink]

I know it's been said many times but I have to say it again Shuri is a hidden freak like under all that awkward nerdy girl shit she puts on she's a freak and she knows it. Honey I have a list hold on...

• First, her and the mirror are best friends she loves for you to see yourself in such a begging state and she'll make you watch too there's no looking away. Of course not.

"Uh uh I'll stop if you stop"

° Second, she loves a good risky text in the middle of the day she could be working but she'll always find time to send you the most mind indulging text.

• Third, she's a bit of an exhibitionist loves to watch you touch yourself not for you of course but for her she likes the way you put on a show because you know she's watching.

° Fourth, I don't know if I mentioned this in the past but she's very vocal and she opens the windows purposely because she wants others to hear just how well you please her.

• Two words. Public fondling. She loves the risk of getting caught.

° Loves to film herself masturbating for you especially when you're busy with your queenly duties. Has videos of herself ready to send when she knows you're too busy to do anything after seeing it. It's the tease that leads to later.

[allmightyroden]

we out here smoking that queenly attar

we on that pink prisoners honey

this shit is nothing to me man

we on that morelways 1869

got 11 thousand echoes cos im the overgoat

we smoking that cantigaster cush

if that eolith aint ambiguous, i dont want it

we on that royal bethlehem special

sucking on that hesperidean dick

this shit is nothing to me man

ill fuckign kill you

[duckapus]

Mutant Pokémon

The creations of the mad Doctor Splicer in the SMG Pokémon Anime Universe. The new Porygon evolutions technically aren't mutants but Splicer did program the items that cause said evolutions, so they're on the list. Also, the Porygon evos are officially in the Donanda Pokedex because those programs were written and made open source a few years ago, and so are Psyduck and Golduck because a bunch of specimens escaped into the wild at some point a long time ago and they integrated into the ecosystem well enough that they were mistaken for a newly discovered Regional Variant. The rest are only registered after the twerp squad encounter and defeat Splicer the first time (he escaped afterwards), and aren't considered native to any region.

(Note: Shinies are on the right. I'll add more drawings as I make them)

Porymod

The Virtual Pokémon Dark Abilities: Trace/Download/(Hidden)Mold Breaker Evolves from Porygon when exposed to a Suspicious Drive

Dotagon

The Viral Pokémon Dark Abilities: Corrupt(Normal-Type Moves become Dark-Type and their Power is slightly boosted)/Download/(Hidden)Mold Breaker Evolves from Porymod when exposed to a File Deleter

Ralts

The Altered Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace

Kirlia

The Mutation Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace Evolves from Mutant Ralts starting at level 20

Gardevoir

The Abomination Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace Evolves from Mutant Kirlia starting at level 30

Gallade

The Vicious Pokémon Poison/Dragon Abilities: Touch Claws/Sharpness/(Hidden)Glittering Scales(The Pokémon's Dragon-Type moves are able to affect Fairy-Type Pokémon) Evolves from Male Mutant Kirlia when leveled up while holding a Grip Claw

Psyduck

The Fucking Snapped Pokémon Psychic/Electric Abilities: Magnetize (All Electric type moves are unable to miss when this Pokemon is on the field)/Anger Point

Golduck

The Fucking Snapped Pokémon Psychic/Electric Abilities: Magnetize/Electrokinesis(Electric-Type Moves also do Psychic-Type damage) Evolves from Mutant Psyduck starting at level 33

Meowth

The Cheshire Pokémon Ghost Abilities: Shadow Tag/Technician

Cheshpurr

The Cheshire Pokémon Ghost Abilities: Shadow Tag/Strong Jaw It is currently unknown how Mutant Meowth evolves

Swirlix

The Marshmelt Pokémon Fairy/Fire Abilities: Sweet Veil/Flame Body/(Hidden)Gooey

Slurpuff

The S'more Pokémon Fairy/Fire Abilities: Sweet Veil/Flame Body/(Hidden)Gooey Evolves from Mutant Swirlix when leveled up while inflicted with a Burn

Bounsweet

The Overripe Pokémon Poison Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sweet Veil

Steenee

The Fermented Pokémon Poison Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sweet Veil Evolves from Mutant Bounsweet starting at level 18

Tsareena

The Royal Spirit Pokémon Poison/Fairy Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Queenly Magesty Evolves from Mutant Steenee when leveled up while holding a Black Sludge

Ultrazard

The True Dragon Pokémon Dragon/Flying Ability: Inner Fire (The Pokémon functions as though it is a Fire-Type alongside its existing Types) Despite clearly being related to Charizard, this Pokémon is not known to evolve into or from any other Pokémon

Ultrazard actually isn't revealed during the initial Lab Raid, instead it's revealed during the League (which will happen after the Vacation Arc) where one of Jet's matches ends up being against Doctor Splicer in disguise, who after revealing himself traps himself and Jet on the battlefield using force fields and makes Jet battle the final evolutions of all his creations (except Gardevior, he has a Gallade who's apparently Ash's Gardevoir's brother) one after the other to try and prove that they're superior to normal Pokemon. Yes, that's a seven Pokemon team. Do you think a maniac like him gives a shit?

[staplegxnn]

THE THIRD BEAT

(Reposts are appreciated, please do not steal, copy, or publish my work without proper credit.)

Tw: cussing, lots of juicy juicy angst

Headcannons: poppy does not like cussing (humor ensues), Barb is traumatized, Branch is a snuggly mf who loves his gfs with all his heart

Life was slow and messy for Barb after the whole “trying to turn everyone into rock trolls” thing. It wasn’t easy for her to make friends, some people still hated her, others went as far as teasing her and calling her names, it wasn’t something she could escape. But there was one escape…Poppy and Branch, Poppy was the queen of the pop trolls, a sweet and overly optimistic woman with a heart of gold and a love for glitter, and Branch was her pessimistic boyfriend, he was more chill and low energy than poppy was, but he was still all smiles and jokes. Poppy and Branch were Barbs absolute best friends, they didn’t judge her for anything, sure, Branch needed a bit more time before fully trusting Barb, but one he did, they were amazing friends. Poppy was certainly the closest to Barb, they could talk to each other for hours without getting bored, they did each others hair, they went on adventures together- they were absolutely inseparable.

Barb sat on the edge of her bed, sighing as she scribbled down some doodles in her notebook. She didn’t have anything to do today, Branch was out with his brothers and Poppy was doing some queenly shit that Barb would rather just not ask about- she had her own problems ruling her own kingdom. Barb laid back in her bed, looking up at her ceiling, she’d been staying temporarily in the pop kingdom for around a month now, since most of the rock trolls were helping re-construction of the other kingdoms, she honestly loved it there, it was bright and colorful, and sure- it was kind of not her vibe- but it made her happy nonetheless. Barb felt her hand grip around her pen, her notebook laying on her lap, she sat up and started to doodle again, it started with a head, then a body, some legs, some arms…Barb grumbled, she got up and walked to her desk, grabbing some other pens. Pink hair, pink skin, a blue and green dress…and pretty, hot pink eyes. Barb set her pen down, rubbing the paper and sighing, she chuckled, looking at the drawing.

“Poppy…”

Barb sat down in her desk chair, rocking it side to side as she flipped the page and started doodling again. Her heart thumped in her chest as she thought about Poppy, she looked to the picture on her wall of the two together, Poppy hugging Barb tightly, and Barb hugging back- she wanted that to happen again, she missed Poppy’s hugs when she wasn’t there. Barb looked back down at her paper, she drew poppy again, her smiling face and bright eyes, she closed the notebook, setting her pens aside, she took a deep breath and took the picture from the wall, looking down at it.

“Poppy. God damnit why can I not stop thinking about you….”

Barb heard a soft knock on her door, she set the picture down and opened it, almost having a heart attack as she saw the pink preppy princess standing right at her door. She stepped back.

“Ah! Poppy! Oh you’re here! I thought you weren’t gonna be back for another hour!”

Poppy giggled, hugging onto Barb and sighing.

“Ugh- the queen stuff was soooo boorrrrrinnnngg! So I snuck away to come see you!!! I- hope that’s okay-“

Poppy sat down on Barb’s bed, smiling at her. Barb nodded, smiling back and crossing her arms, trying to make Poppy’s hug last longer.

“Of course it’s okay. I’m always one for ditching.”

Barb sat next to Poppy, leaning on her a bit, Poppy leaned into her as well, the two of them falling back onto the bed and giggling. Barb looked at Poppy as she wrapped her arms around her, taking her in another big hug.

“I miss your hugs when you’re not around…”

Barb mumbled, looking up at the ceiling, trying to ignore her thumping heart and burning face.

“Awww! Barb!!! I miss you too. I wish I could come over here more often but I’m so freaking bussssyyyy- excuse my French.”

Barb laughed at Poppy’s remark, looking down at her and sighing softly.

“Eh, it’s fine, I can survive without you for most of the day. I just require like- 5 hugs per day.”

Poppy giggles, sitting up and tackling Barb, wrapping her arms around her.

“HAH! There’s number 3!!!”

Barbs face turned red, she laughed again her face now redder than the burning flames of a fireplace. Poppy noticed this, she tilted her head slightly.

Poppy, despite being busy, was a very devoted person to her friends. She had time for everyone, and everything, you could ask her to do a 4 hour long task during work hours and she’d find the time to do it for you. But most of her time was spent around two people, her boyfriend Branch, and her best friend…Barb. Barb was such a spunky woman, her personality was off the rocker and she was honestly so fun to be around, Poppy never wanted to leave her side half the time they were together, and her favorite times were when Branch, her, and Barb were all together, those were her happiest moments. Recently, poppy had been spending a lot of time with Barb, since Branch was busy catching up with his brothers, it was just the two of them most of the time, and the more that Poppy was around Barb….the more she started to notice little details about her. She always melted into hugs, she wasn’t really that snuggly, but when Poppy or Branch snuggled up to her she would cling right onto them, she always got a bit red when the two were around her…and most of all, the way Barb looked at her.

Barb looked up into Poppy’s eyes, tilting her head as well and chuckling.

“You okay there, princess?”

Poppy shook herself out of her trance, smiling and tackling Barb down into another hug, laying back on the bed with Barbs head on her chest, she melted into her like always, smiling and taking a deep breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinkin.”

Barb closed her eyes, her arms wrapping tightly around Poppy’s waist. Poppy gently ran her hands through Barbs bright red hair, it was soft and silky, and it shined like fire in the light.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”

Barb opened her eyes, looking up at Poppy with a smile. Poppy loved Barbs smile, it was one of the best things about her, it was crooked and toothy- and the most charming damn thing she’d ever seen, it reminded her of Branch’s smile.

“You and Branch, like always.”

Poppy giggled, ruffling Barbs hair. Barb grumbled playfully, turning over and pulling Poppy into an even tighter hug.

“I haven’t seen Branch in a while. Does he come home today?”

Poppy nods.

“Yeah, I hope so. I miss him.”

Barb sits up, smiling down at poppy and stretching.

“I miss him too. Let’s just hope he doesn’t bring his brothers around- cause I am not up for having like- 50 people in my house.”

Poppy giggles, laying her head down on Barbs lap. And there was that look again. Barbs gaze softened, her eyes half lidded, a spark firing deep within her pretty reds. Poppy adored it…it made her feel so special the way Barb looked at her, like she was the only woman in the entire world.

“Nah, I think it’ll just be me, you, and Branch. We could scrap book together!!!”

Poppy smiles widely, both hers and Barbs faces a bright red.

“Ah- scrap booking? Really?”

Poppy scoffs playfully.

“Yes really, you know you love it.”

Barb rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Uh huh. Sureeeeee. Yeah fine, we can scrap book.”

Poppy squeals.

“YAYY!!!!”

She sits up, wrapping her arms around Barb and tackling her back onto the bed, laying down with her and closing her eyes.

“I love…-“

Poppy paused mid sentence, opening her eyes and looking up at Barb, that same look still in her eyes.

“H…hanging out with you.”

Barb smiled, sighing softly and looking up at the ceiling.

“I love hanging out with you too. I swear you and Branch are the only reason I’m even still in Trollstopia. I would’ve moved if I didn’t have you.”

Poppy gently plays with Barbs hair again, giggling.

“I’m happy you stayed.”

Minuets later, there’s a knock on the door, and Poppy immediately jumps up to go get it, swinging open the door and gasping as she saw who it was. Branch came rushing into the room, picking Poppy up and giggling.

“There’s my two favorite girls!!!!”

Branch threw poppy down onto Barbs bed, hopping up and giving Barb a big hug too. Barb giggled, her face flushing as Branch snuggled up to both her and Poppy.

“Oh you’re back Branch we missed you!!! Me and Barb were talking about scrap booking!”

Branch playfully rolls his eyes, just like Barb did.

“Really? Scrap booking?”

Poppy scoffs.

“You two are no fun!!! I’ll go get the supplies from my house. I’ll be right back!!!”

Branch leans in to Barb, whispering.

“Watch, she’s gonna take like a full fuckin hour.”

Poppy snaps back around and looks at Branch.

“LANGUAGE!!!”

Barb and Branch both laugh as Poppy closes the door and leaves. Branch sighs, wrapping an arm around Barb. Barb smiled and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and fidgeting with her leather jacket.

“So, anything new since I’ve been gone?”

Branch gently started playing with Barbs hair- that was one of the many things him and Poppy had in common, they liked playing with Barbs hair.

“Ah, not much. Poppy’s been busy with ruling, and I’ve just been kinda stuck here all alone until she gets done for the day.”

Branch frowns a bit, huffing.

“You could’ve told me, I would’ve come back sooner.”

Barb shakes her head.

“Nah, you were busy with your brothers. I can handle being alone…I was for most of my life anyway.”

Branch sighs, hugging Barb close.

“Well you don’t have to be alone now, you have me and Poppy. And we’ll never leave your side.”

As Branch said this, Poppy came back in the house, hopping up on the bed and snuggling right up to Barb and Branch.

“That’s right! We’re gonna be here forever and you’re gonna have to just deal with it!”

Barb smiled at Branch and Poppy, looking between the two of them.

“Ah- you guys are gonna make me blush.”

Branch chuckles, laying back on the bed and letting his head hang off the end of it.

“But you’re cute when you blush.”

Poppy nods.

“Very. I agree. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!!!! ITS SCRAP BOOKING TIME!!!”

Barb didn’t even have time to process what the two had said to her before she was dragged into the downstairs part of her house by Poppy, Branch following closely behind. Barb sat down on her couch as Poppy sat on the floor, getting out all her art supplies and clapping happily. Branch sat down next to Barb, putting his arm around her and yawning.

“Oh boy. Here we go.”

The next couple hours were filled with constant laughter and talking between the three, like always, it was the most fun they’d each had in a while, just making little paper cut outs, pouring glitter everywhere, listening to music and watching movies, it was great. By the end of the day, they were all 3 warn out, it was dark out and they’d been loud and crazy to their hearts content. Poppy sat on the couch next to Barb, leaning against her and groaning.

“Ughhhh- can’t we just spent the night? I don’t feel like going back home.”

Branch nods in agreement.

“Yeah neither do I.”

Barb chuckles.

“Yeah, no shit you can stay. Have I ever said no?”

Poppy yawns sleepily.

“Watch your-…language…”

She grabs a blanket, not even bothering to grab a pillow, just falling asleep on Barb, all snuggled up in her blanket. Barb sighed, chuckling as Branch sat behind her, covering the both of them with a blanket, Barb sighed, laying back against him and looking up at him. Branch smiled down at her, then he smiled down at Poppy, chuckling.

“She’s out like a light.”

Barb laughs.

“Yeah she is.”

Barb gently plays with Poppy’s hair, smiling as she laid against her, sleeping peacefully. Barb sighed, looking off into the distance for a second before speaking again.

“Branch? Do you guys ever feel like…I’m bothering you….? Like I’m intruding on your relationship…? I’m like- literally fuckin laying in between you two right now.”

Branch chuckles, shaking his head as he turned down the volume of the tv.

“Of course we don��t. Me and Poppy chose to have you around, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. Honestly, you make our relationship complete, without you it feels like it’s missing a piece.”

Barb blushed at the remark, fidgeting with Poppy’s hair.

“Does Poppy feel that way too?”

Branch nods.

“Oh absolutely! She loves you. Anytime us two are alone together one of us always brings you up, and that’s why we’re always around you, Poppy needs you just as much as I do.”

Barb paused, the room was silent for a moment as she thought to herself.

“Branch…do you…ever think…- maybe….”

Barb paused again, looking nervous. She shook her head and sighed.

“Never mind. Night, Branch.”

Barb laid back, closing her eyes and snuggling against the two. Branch chuckled, patting her on the shoulder and laying back as well.

“Goodnight, Barb.”

Barb was the last one awake in the morning, she felt the slow rise and fall of Branch’s chest against her head, and the vibration of Poppy’s voice against her ribs. She opened her eyes, smiling down at Poppy, who immediately smiled back at her and hugged her.

“Barb!!! Sorry if we woke you-“

Barb shook her head, sighing and looking up at Branch.

“Nah, you didn’t.”

Branch sat up, helping Barb sit up as well as he walked to the kitchen and started making all of them coffee. Poppy leaned against Barb, sighing.

“Branch told me that last night you were asking if you bothered us. And you don’t!!! You really don’t. We love having you around!!! To be honest we hate “alone time” cause we like it better here with you.”

Barb giggled, nudging Poppy playfully.

“Branch, were you talkin shit last night?”

Branch walked back in with coffee, handing Barb her cup.

“So much shit.”

Poppy gasped.

“Language!!! Thank you for the coffee, sweetie~”

Poppy took her cup from Branch, taking a sip and sighing. Barb stayed quiet as Branch and Poppy spoke to each other, she thought to herself for a bit…she didn’t feel whole without Poppy and Branch with her either, she felt like she needed them as well, she felt…like she was part of their relationship in some way. She shook herself out of it, finishing her coffee and walking to the kitchen to put her cup away. Who would ever love her like that? She was a crazy, off the walls, angry, terrible person- who didn’t deserve love, that’s all she could think about, and that’s all she thought of herself. Poppy looked over to the kitchen, seeing Barb just looking down at the counter as she fidgeted with her cup. Poppy stood up, walking up behind Barb and wrapping her arms around her waist, laying her head on her shoulder.

“I know that face. What are you upset about???”

Barb shook her head, sighing and rubbing her forehead.

“It’s nothing.”

Branch scoffed, standing up and leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

“Don’t say it’s nothing. We know you, it’s clearly not nothing when you act like this.”

Barb groaned.

“That’s just the thing. You guys know me, but…you know me too well! You shouldn’t be- hanging out with me like this- you should hate me! You both know what I did…you both know how I am and get you still chose to stay….why??? Because I said sorry once? Because I had a change of heart? You shouldn’t just- forgive me right away-“

Barb put her head in her hands, sighing softly.

“I don’t deserve what you guys give me…- and I never will.”

Branch and Poppy looked at each other, both pulling Barb into a big hug. Poppy cupped Barbs face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Barb. You deserve all of what you get from us, and more. You are a sweet, loving, adorable woman and i love the way you are! I don’t care about what you did in the past- you’ve clearly changed.”

Barb placed her hands over Poppy’s hands, looking at her the same way as always.

“But…I…I just worry that…I’m a burden to you.”

Branch shakes his head.

“You are not a burden. We promise.”

But a promise wasn’t enough for Barb, she gave the two of them a soft, and clearly fake smile, before sitting up on the countertop and huffing. Poppy burrowed her head into Barbs stomach, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist, Branch just sighed and hugged the both of them, looking up at Barb.

“Cmon, you believe us right?”

Barb shrugs.

“I don’t know….it’s…- hard to. I’ve had people lie about that stuff in the past- and with you two…- I…”

Barb sighs softly.

“It would hurt worse if you two were lying.”

Branch grumbles, rolling his eyes and picking Barb up from off the counter, slinging her over his shoulder. He took her upstairs, Poppy following closely behind, Branch plopped Barb right down onto her bed, grabbing her desk chair and sitting down across from her, Poppy staying standing.

“Alright Barb. Talk. Somethings up with you. I came home, we all had some fun, and now you’re suddenly upset, and I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

Barbs face turned red, she didn’t know what to say, and she was so focused on Branch that she didn’t even notice Poppy opening her notebook.

“Ah- it’s- it’s nothing, you know me, I’m always down about something.”

Poppy suddenly spoke up.

“Oh…Barb…”

Barbs heart dropped down into her stomach when she saw what Poppy was holding- she was in some deep shit now. Branch looked over Poppy’s shoulder, his gaze softening as he smiled, looking up at Barb, who was now face down in a pillow, seeming to be preparing for the worst.

“Barb, why didn’t you tell me and Poppy?”

Barb lifted her head.

“Hah??? Tell you what??? You must be seeing things!!!! There’s nothing in that no-“

Before Barb could finish her sentence, she was smothered in a big Poppy hug, her shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath, hugging her back.

“Sorry….”

Poppy lifted her head.

“Sorry for what?? There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”

Branch nods, sitting up on the bed with the two.

“Poppy is right. But why didn’t you tell us sooner…?”

Barb shrugged, she had an answer, she didn’t think she deserved to be in a relationship, especially not with two amazing people like Poppy and Branch, but they didn’t need to hear that, they probably already knew.

“I…I guess I was just nervous.”

Poppy looked at Branch, and Branch back to Poppy, the both of them smiled and nodded, looking back at Barb and taking her hands.

“There’s no need to be.”

Poppy hummed in her sweet and soft tone.

“Because- we love you like that too.”

Barb sat dumbfounded in the lower floor of her house, staring dead forward at her blank tv screen. 2 weeks. That’s how long she’d been in a relationship with Poppy and Branch, it hadn’t hit her until just then, her heart sank deep into her chest, but before she could think about anything more, she was tackled and immediately smooched on the cheek.

“BARBBBB!!!!! Hiiii!!!! I missedddd youuuu!!!”

Barb giggled, kissing Poppy back and sighing.

“You went upstairs for 10 minutes, Poppy.”

Poppy sighs, sitting up and looking down at Barb.

“That’s too long without you.”

Barb sat up as well, only to be pulled into another kiss by Poppy, Barb melted into her, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Poppy giggled as she broke the kiss, holding tightly onto Barbs hands.

“Gosh, you’re such a good kisser~”

Barb turned bright red at the remark, chuckling and tucking Poppy’s hair behind her ear.

“Ah- I’m not that good.”

Branch came up from behind Barb, kissing her on the cheek and hugging her.

“Nah, you are. Don’t downplay yourself.”

Barb hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.

“Oh stop it-“

Poppy giggled, pulling Barb into another hug.

“Nooooo~”

Poppy, Branch, and Barb all sat on the couch together, snuggling closely. Barb stared off into space again as the other two spoke amongst themselves. She couldn’t help herself, she was deeper in thought then she usually was, she wasn’t paying attention to anything except for the voice in her own head. Poppy looked up at Barb, running a hand through her hair and trying to catch her attention, kissing her cheek, cupping her face, everything she could- but Barb was too deep in her own head. Branch sighed softly, just leaning his head against Barb, and waiting until Poppy was asleep around an hour later to pull Barb aside. He gently helped Barb off the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking out onto the back porch with her, and as soon as they got outside, Barb broke down into tears. Branch took her hand, his heart broke seeing one of the people he loved most in the world break down like this, he just held her in his arms, hugging her closely as she cried, he didn’t even need to ask her what has wrong, she started talking all on her own.

“Branch- I- I don’t deserve you, or Poppy…I’m a horrible fucking person. I’m loud- I’m heartless, I’m too closed off to say anything about it- I…I’m the opposite of you guys.”

Branch paused as he listened to Barb speak, he gently sat down with her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead.

“Actually…Barb, you’re exactly like how I was once…”

Barb looked up into Branches eyes, seeming surprised. Branch just nodded.

“Yeah, I know- hard to believe- but…I was closed off once too, I was scared, I was isolated, and to be honest…I was kind of an asshole. I didn’t think I deserved love either, but Poppy helped me see differently, she helped me realize and understand that no matter what…everyone deserves a little bit of happiness. And especially you do, Barb. You’re the second sweetest girl I know, and I love you.”

Barb smiled, tilting her head slightly and giggling through the muffled sound of her tears.

“Second?”

Branch shrugged.

“No one can be as sweet as Poppy.”

Barb laughed and leaned into Branch, closing her eyes and sighing, maybe she did deserve love, maybe this was her second chance…and maybe, just maybe- she could finally be happy once again.