#- AND they very easily revive him sometime later? why didn't you do that in the first place instead of the impromptu funeral??

[snails-in-spaceships]

[lynnuvo]

.·:*¨༺ ! Protector of Justice ! ༻¨*:·.

Characters: Sayaka Miki x Female (Y/N)

Being Sayaka Miki's crush and friend in one sometimes made your relationship difficult, especially since she had a crush on Kyosuke Kamijo at the same time. Add the concept of Magical Girls into the bunch and you get a gal with an existential crisis. You were exposed to Kyubey soon after her luckily, so she wasn't alone on this journey.

She's always ready to throw herself in front of you. She wouldn't dare be responsible for her companion's injuries.

Matching items? YES PLEASE! She'll use them as lucky charms.

She's typically tired after every fight, so if it's just the two of you, she's not afraid to suggest heading home for some shut eye. She'd definitely be happy if you'd come with her, though.

She's not a very possessive friend, so there's little bad blood between you two, Madoka Kaname, and Mami Tomoe. There is, however, some tension between her and Kyoko regarding you. Like Madoka, you were trapped watching the fight between them. Madoka warmed up to Kyoko as a teammate quite fast, but not so much for you since Kyoko threatened the livelihood of your dearest friend. You still didn't forgive her, and Sayaka didn't forgive her for putting you in danger (and the risk of a future without her).

𝑅̲𝑜̲𝑠̲𝑒̲-̲𝐶̲𝑜̲𝑙̲𝑜̲𝑟̲𝑒̲𝑑̲ 𝑀̲𝑎̲𝑔̲𝑖̲𝑐̲

When Sayaka found out Hitomi Shizuki wanted to confess to Kyosuke, she was devastated and ran to you straight away. You comforted her as best as you could and reassured that even though Kyosuke wasn't aware that the wish she made revived his ability to play music, he'd still have feelings for her.

You strongly encouraged her to confess since Hitomi had given her a head start, but for whatever reason, Sayaka didn't feel prepared. She had too much on her mind to think of an action plan: magical girls, that strange Homura girl that kept approaching Madoka, Kyosuke's recent cold treatment towards her, you....

And then it was too late. Despite your reassurance, Hitomi and Kyosuke became a couple.

Sayaka's soul gem clouded considerably over the next few days. You didn't have to see her to know. She had given you the cold shoulder once the news broke, but you rushed to find her once your calls kept reaching voicemail.

"That's right. If I want, why do I need to feel pain anymore?!" Sayaka cried as she violently stabbed a witch over and over. "It's pointless--!"

"Sayaka-chan!"

She stopped in a heartbeat, only having the time to peer at you for a second before you swooped her away. You set her down on the ground while Kyoko and Madoka finished the job.

"Pull out your soul gem right now!" you demanded. Not one to disobey you, she did so. You blanched at the color. "You shouldn't have left without me....; How dare you go witch-hunting in this state!"

She gazed down at her lap. "I'm sorry..."

"Heads up!"

You caught the grief seed Kyoko threw at you just in time. Sayaka didn't move as you purified her soul gem. Once done, you lifted the girl up on your shoulders, bid the others farewell, and took her home. You tended to her as if she were sick with the serious flu. Luckily, your parents were all friends, so they weren't suspicious at all about a weekend sleepover.

As days passed and the two of you needing to return to school, Sayaka grew dependent on your presence. It was easy for others to tell something had soured Sayaka's mood, but you didn't let them get far with their questions.

Hitomi apologized on the third day, and you were relieved that Sayaka had taken it surprisingly well. Kyosuke approached you two a few days later in an attempt to apologize, but one nasty look from you was all it took for him to realize his cold treatment wasn't taken easily. Why would it be? Despite Sayaka visiting his hospital room so often and attempting to cheer him up, he hadn't even bothered to message her that he'd been released from the hospital!

At some point, Sayaka had tossed aside the thought of him being yours and placed you in that position. She realized that you knew her more than he did, had experienced more with her than he did, and even treated her better than he did.

This time, she confessed straight away. You accepted her cheerily.

𝐴̲ "̲𝐶̲𝑜̲𝑢̲𝑝̲𝑙̲𝑒̲"̲ 𝑜̲𝑓̲ 𝑀̲𝑎̲𝑔̲𝑖̲𝑐̲𝑎̲𝑙̲ 𝐺̲𝑖̲𝑟̲𝑙̲𝑠̲

She loves your touch, but please refrain from excessive PDA around others. She can get shy pretty quick.

Words of affirmation is her primary love language, so you shower her with them often.

For someone who had their crush claimed by another, she's not really a jealous type of lover. When she is jealous, it's subtle--like a small question in the kitchen about what your life would be like if you and another person had gotten together instead.

Buys you gifts for special events and just because. She'd love to cook for you, but she isn't the best at it. She'd rather cook with you instead!

Your relationship is known only to close friends--Mami Tomoe, Madoka Kaname, and Kyoko Sakura. Homura easily found out, though.

If you thought she was overprotective then, she's even more so now. Despite that, she knows you're quite capable and cheers you on as you fight.

Now that she's genuinely happy, she is on polite terms with Kyosuke, and you are too (although you still harbor a grudge against him). He's admitted to you privately it feels like his friendship with Sayaka had changed considerably, but you guessed that's just what ended up happening.

Dates are primarily doing something on top of napping/resting at home. After all, going to school and being a Magical Girl was no easy feat.

[t4tpumpkinduo]

No longer need to use anon hii ^_^ Okay, do you have specific heacanons about their species? Like how the work, if theres a culture behind it? They could share eachothers cultures.. And how different or similar is there relationship in Manburg vs Las Nevadas?

OMG HIII and yes i'm glad, i rlly appreciate yr qs :'[ tysm fr giving me the chance to yap abt these freaks its been YEARS. ok iwill start now

so first my hot take is cschlatt is a mixed king i think she's half sheep half goat. let me explain 🤚 do not interrupt me

well firstly, i just think it's kinda moe cuteness adorable and plays into his duality...i think her ma was a brown sheep, and his dad was a white goat and his hair ended up kinda swirled because of it. and up until revival brute forced white hair on her and made her confront stuff (and revival hair isn't dyeable to me), he'd dye it full brown regularly bcs his relationship w his dad was normal and healthy don't worry abt it don't worry stop asking questions. she's a clearly normal ram.

also uhhh. To support my claim, and this is meta knowledge, but i do think it's interesting tht even ccschlatt the guy will call his character a goat sometimes, does not disuade ppl who call him that in rp even though one of cschlatt's main character traits is the way he'll stand up for himself/hates being percived in a way he doesn't want, which means it mustn't be that srs to be called that in the first place, and also promotes rammie merch w goat emoji even though ram ones DO exists. 🤨 it's almost like he wants annoying microbloggers to dig into it too much. something to think about.

fr cq obvs he's a duckie primarily, some manner of patito but i also think he's part budgie and it fucked up his development in some way. idk, to me he has like. little claws he needs to file down which ducks do Not have, and he also just chirps which ducks do not do. his wings are yellow but if you fluff them up underneath you can see that it's a kinda dawny white, like they were SUPPOSED to grow more but just kinda stagnated, and that coloration is very common w budgies. not to mention those things are notoriously v small and weak and can die pretty easily so idk i'm sure that doesn't play into anything. mixed king who lost

for a culture thing i think uhhh. well i'm not sure if culture is the right word for what i'm going for but i'm not sure those things exist for me? i'm sure there's peoples, and i'm sure ancient avians have their own thing going on probably but most ppl are just some guy. like any guy who has an extra thing to upkeep. i do think cq cschlatt have some interesting seasoning to their hybridisms specifically however so:

ithink schlatt grew up in a v small town, w her and his family as the only Real hybrids which was also normal for him as a guy who takes being scrutinized and looked at differently very well. him niki n wilb were all besties, until wilb left to pursue his dreams of getting his dad to pay attention to him i mean getting his dad to pay attention to him i mean music. and then cniki and cschlatt had one of those weird toxic girl friendships breakups that fuck up their lives and leave them in resentment for years but they didn't know schlatt was a girl yet so it was extra weird for them. niki voice why are we having later to be thematically relevant tension you miserable asshole schlatt voice if you say anything else i'm gnna eat my own leg and you won't be able to stop me. so alas.

so he just didn't have that like...wider connection or interactions, and she ofc couldn't rely on her dad who probably ditched her and her sick ma when schlatts like. 13. so all the hybridism upkeep he knows, like upkeep and proper filing of his horns or polishing her hoovsies, come from his mama. horror sting. who dies not long after. wwell.

ithink cq also lacks a level of connection to wider bird hybrisisms bcs i don't think he ever had parents at all i think he just spawned. which is literally not uncommon in the mcyt world at all. but he had nobody to. teach him anything, so he just kinda lets his instincts guide him even tho tht doesn't work v well either.

ithink he was just a mildly feral street urchin type kid, yk stealing to eat that kinda thing and ended up being in and out juvie bcs of it at like. idk id say v young when he first got locked up, like 9 or smthng which is super insane but wht cn ydo.

(my other hc is tommy and cq know eachother frm juvie :] makes sense to me. cuz canonstyle ctommy is v fond of cq and cq of him before the smp even starts, and they make "jokes" abt peddling drugs together, right after cq talks abt being put on them in juvie, and is currently selling them to make money cuz he just got outta there. why do they both already know how to do this. guys who definitely made it insufferable in there)

and then on one of the times he gets away :] i think csam adopts him and loves him very much abt it even if cq more often than not pops in and out on account of the mc nature of the world. and cq definitely won't replay his kindness by accidently ruining his life. (REXHING AMD PUKGING.) but the guy is a creeper hybrid 👍 and not a bird. so he isn't really sure how to navigate that either and especially cuz cq is a shitty little shape shifter on top of it. smthing he is ALSO bad at and can't control v well or for v long w/o getting really fucked up from it. (guy who always loses) i never lose

scritches my head so yk general lack of upkeep type of guy. he doesn't know how to preen himself v well or v consistently, he doesn't get to his little claws fast enough so smtimes he just nips at them to stop from slashing someone's eye out by accident. but i do think he gets better at it eventually and nothing abt this fuckass evil server stops his progress either. guy who gets brutalized all the time to the point of severe scarring and nerve damage why am i on edge and hindered by scarring and nerve damage lolll 😅

anyways this got too edgy i'm cutting this off. the point is both these guys have probbles but what can you do in this bitch of a server. also the second question is so so good and swagiful and my response will be unspeakably long so i'm gnna resend that part to myself and answer it there ^_____^ 👍 on it's own post. yes thank you.

[baronessblixen]

You know, I was wondering:

If canon stopped at Je Souhaite and CC wrote the Revival later (but excluded William-Jackson and the mytharc), I wonder how much more... I don't know, plausible? it would be?

The problem with the Revival-- or why I never got into it-- was that so many out-of-character moments had to happen (S9 mostly) in order to set it up; and it never seemed worth my effort to watch. But I have IWTB locked and loaded for later this month; and I began to wonder if the Revival would have made more sense if Mulder had become lost in his obsession/depression after Colonization didn't happen, period, sometime after Je Souhaite; and the two being torn apart because of his tendency to withdraw into himself. I always thought that, even though they'd lost their son canonically, it was a factor that bound he and Scully tighter together; and their will-they-won't-they post S9 never rang true to me. I do factor in the need for space especially if Mulder won't/can't listen (precedent being set in Syzygy and Never Again and One Son etc.); but the reasons given (or not) for each "breakup" weren't... dealt with very well.

And maybe it's just me but some conversations in the Revival would have made more sense? if Mulder and Scully had never had kids and were happy but their happiness was shattered here and there because of Mulder's obsessions and regrets and not because Scully gave it all up but still walked away from him twice. (Plus One I think? was the "what if you get married and have kids" convo, and wouldn't that have been an interesting twist if Jackson wasn't a part of their history?)

ANYWAY. Ramble aside, I'll probably have more thoughts after IWTB... which should be interesting because I'm skipping right over S9 (so that my brain keeps it firmly in the AU category.) And IF that goes well, I miiiiiiiiiiiiight? dip into the Revival episodes that have nothing to do with the mytharc or William? Maybe? (Maybe not. XDD)

Is there a will-they-won't-they situation with them? To me there isn't. It might seem that way because CC didn't come right out and showed them as a couple in IWTB cause he wanted the audience to be surprised or something. But their love and what they feel for each other and that they both wanted to be together (and were) was never in question for me. And there is a lot of what you say in IWTB. Mulder and his obsessions and how that might drive a wedge between him and Scully.

As for the breakup in the revival, it just wasn't done well if you ask me. Like it's mentioned and then next episode, their dynamic is as it always was and you completely forget about it for the most part. There are a few mentions and in fact, there are a few great things in the revival.

The Plus One conversation - to me - was so misplaced in that episode. They were so beyond that point. It's a conversation they should have had in IWTB maybe. They were in their 50s (!) and talk about what "what if you meet someone and have a family". Sorry but that doesn't work for me.

The whole thing was clunky and just a way for CC to let Mulder and Scully have sex. Even without William/Jackson, that conversation happened too late for me. Cause it's never about what COULD have happened but what can still happen. And they're just too old for me for that at that point.

I think you can easily watch IWTB without having seen season 9. The only episodes you really need knowledge of to watch it are The Truth and maybe William.

I say give the revival a chance. You can always put it into AU category if you hate it :D

[god1ngs]

━‎ end of the world

synopsis; a forbidden love told for generations

contains; human reader, major character death, swearing, mentions of war, spoilers

god c!technoblade / reader, 3.4k wc

note; the title doesn't make much sense but whatever lol ,, this is for @mayasimagines 's 600 event! congratulations and i hope you like this :)

   throughout the fall of countries, the crumbling of empires, there stood a man. he gazed upon the vast land, the grass stained red. buildings had crashed down, debris staining the area around them. they layed in heaps of piles, taller than most. the fallen down buildings had been a sign of the empire's loss.

   there was no one alive to commemorate the loss however.

   screaming rung inside of his head, shouting and yelling, with some other tones mixed in. displeased and ecstatic and mocking tones blended together, sounds of chaos lingering in the mind of the man. he only sighed, walking away from the destroyed country.

   he's seen this happen too many times before, the repetitive cycle of watching a country build itself only to come crashing down years later. they never lasted long. always the one for chaos, he sometimes participated in the destruction of the countries, though most times he didn't need to.

   humans were savage, brutal creatures who only cared about themselves. by studying their nature, the way they go about certain scenarios, he had figured out that much. selfish, twisted beings who would betray each other in a heartbeat. all it took was more wealth or a promise of better gear.

   how easily swayed they were. technoblade sneered, his red cape dragging beneath him as he stalked the hallways. pillars of quartz, chipped at the edges from years of standing, lined the hallway. they reached the ceiling, some even going higher. the magnificent red carpet he stalked down had ended at a throne.

   a throne made of gold, the shiniest material he could get his servants to find. emeralds and diamonds and rubies lined the top of it, the same jewels lining the gold of his crown. at last, he sat down, the voices calming down at the familiar seating area. they always got loud whenever there was destruction.

   technoblade, the blood god. also known as the god of war and chaos to many, he wasn't very popular among the peaceful people. people often worshipped him for protection, to which he rarely granted. protection from him, a god of war, was seldom. often he didn't care about the hunans enough to waste his protection on them.

   yet, one mortal, had caught his eye. they were nothing too special, middle class and usually someone technoblade wouldn't even spare a glance at. they were different though. they outshined any ray of sun, their smile proving to be the brighter of the two. he found them, despite all odds, very interesting.

   later, after wine and more sparring, the man had caught wind of philza coming over. philza, the angel of death, had been one of technoblade's good allies, even so far as to consider the blond a friend. he brought saints to their knees in their final moments, allowing them either an eternity in hell or a peaceful life above.

   he wanted to meet them, and technoblade always gets what he wants.

   even before technoblade had become the god he is now, forever cursed to watch humanity rip itself apart, he knew philza. the two fought wars together, never straying from their path of loyalty. the blond perched himself on the windowsill, his striking white wings folding on his back, as he smiled at the other. "hello technoblade." he greeted, ever the polite man.

   technoblade only scoffed, shaking his head with an amused grin. "please, phil," he drawled, looking from his red wine to the angel of death. "no need for the formalities. just call me techno." the blond threw his head back with a laugh, wide smile painting his features as the other chuckled. "of course, mate."

   silence washed over the pair for a moment, a comforting silence that allowed them to bask in the moment od seeing each other. they didn't get to visit often, one thing they mutually hated about being in the sky palace, usually swamped with other duties. philza with guiding people to the afterlife, and technoblade with causing conflict.

   "i actually wanted to talk about somethin' with ya, mate." phil broke the silence, hopping off of the marble windowsill to come lean against one of the pillars. the pink haired man, ever so interested, hummed questionably. "and what did you want to speak to me about? come on, spit it out." the man said, looking down at philza.

   he sighed, glancing up at technoblade. "you've been acting off, mate. less wars are starting, and that's weird for you. i know you also started protecting that one mortal. fuck, what was their name?" he murmured, brows furrowed. technoblade sighed in annoyance, not wanting to be pestered with questions.

   "[name]." he answered phil quietly, not bothering to look back at the blond man. the clouds danced with each other in the sky, entertwining and morphing with each other freely. sometimes he wishes he could be as free as the clouds. "you know," phil said, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. the blood god could only dread what he was going to say. "rumor has it that gods only protect mortals they're interested in."

   the teasing, despite only being light hearted, had a quizzical undertone. while technoblade had been acting strange, protecting somebody was something phil had never expected. either something was special about that mortal and their family, or someone had begun fantasizing. he could only hope it wasn't the latter.

   with more conversation, technoblade denying any feelings blooming for a human, phil left to go do his job. he was alone with his thoughts, the voices making him tug at his own hair to keep them quiet. they craved the mortal, despite how much he willed himself to stay in his throne room, the man had to go see them.

   it was a normal day for you. nothing was different, much less weird. it was only normal, a basket of bread in your hands as you walked home. you hummed as you stepped on the path, enjoying the peaceful walk back to your house. you were content with your life, having a few people and more deaths than you could count.

   and see them he would.

   you partially blamed philza, the angel of death, for the passing of your loved ones, but you also knew he wasn't the one to kill them. he simply took them to the afterlife, guiding them to where they would spend the rest of their days. the deaths in your family had piled up, mostly from war and some of falling ill.

   you spent your days worshipping gods now. you were always the lonely type, choosing to stay by yourself rather than interact with others. you never minded the comforting embrace of being alone, the silence enveloping you at every given moment. it provided you with a sense of comfort you couldn't get anywhere else.

   while you did worship other gods, you mostly worshipped technoblade. he was the primary god, you giving up all your offerings to him ─ ranging from bread to trinkets to gold galore. the tales of the blood god, always grand stories with daring adventures that had you on the edge of your seat, had always intrigued you.

   your favorite, the one you read the most to the slim amount of people you did contact, was the tale of the butcher army. when he was human, a detail that many didn't know whether to believe or not, he blew up many countries. it hinted at the start of him being the god of war many years later. for punishment, the butcher army hunted him down.

   they lied to the man, once they had captured him, in which they had prepared for his execution. some say he died that day, only to be revived due to the gods holy whim; others say he had never died, and broke out of the iron bars to kill the men who had hunted him down. learning about the magnificent god, a god you admired, had faced an army of four and won, allowed you to admire him even further.

   once you got home, setting down your basket of bread, you had sighed. you always liked coming home, your safe space filling you with a joy like no other. the everlasting comfort of your home, a familiar place you longed to be at constantly, helped you feel safe. the comforting feeling of being home at last filled you at peace.

   until it wasn't so peaceful anymore.

   from your kitchen came a clanging noise. there were a few grunts followed afterwards, your eyes wide. fear flooded your system, nervousness coursing through your veins. you stayed silent, hoping you'd either been dreaming or had been imagining sounds. however, once a voice spoke, you knew that was not the case.

   from your kitchen came, with his red cape dragging behind him, technoblade. you stammered, confusion replacing your previous nervousness. your grip came loose on the item you were holding, not being able to process what you were seeing. "well this is awkward." the god stated, putting your kitchen utensils he had just knocked down back on your counter.

   if anything, this was awkward. very awkward. who expected a god to come through their kitchen window? "uh, do you," you stuttered, voice measily yet you still tried to fight it out. "do you mind telling me why you're here?" it was more than odd to see a god in your kitchen, the sight one hard to believe for even yourself.

   technoblade had sighed, draping himself over your couch cushions as if he lived there. his arms, unlike your bare ones, spread across the back of your couch, the sight making you nearly sigh. "well, mortal, i had taken intrest in you." he answered bluntly, your mind still reeling from the fact that he was even here, but taking interest in you? no, this had to be some kind of joke.

   the visible confusion highlighting your features made the god chuckle. it was amusing, seeing the looks on mortals' faces whenever something odd or unexplainable happened. "what's so confusing? i took interest in you, and so i came down here to see you." the blood god explained, shrugging his shoulders. the confusion you felt only worsened.

   why was the question. why was a god in your house? why had he taken interest in you? you shook your head, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "sorry, i need to sit down." you muttered, trying to regain your footing. you sat down, going slowly as to not pass out in front of him. "so," you spoke up as soon as you had calmed down. "why have you taken interest in me?"

   a cloud of silence loomed over the two of you, technoblade falling into his thoughts. why had he taken interest in you? there was no particular shining traits in you, even if he studied you as if you had carved out the world with your own hands; he watched you as if you had brung down a fantastic reign upon everybody.

   "who knows?" he wondered aloud, a hum of amusement following his words. technoblade didn't know the reason for it, and despite itching with curiosity, he didn't bother trying to find out. he only let it be, coming to terms with the fact that you, a mortal, had piqued his interest. you kept him entertained, and that's all that mattered.

   after the two of you talking more, you still trying to get over the shock that the blood god was in your home, you had to say that he was fairly a nice guy. maybe he was kinder than all of the other ones, however you've never crossed paths with a god either, so you couldn't tell. when technoblade had stood up, braided hair falling against your couch, you knew it was time for him to go.

   he turned to look down on you, his towering figure highly intimidating. there was a reason he was feared across nations. he stared at you for a second, maybe deciding on what to say, though you couldn't tell with his blank expression. the man only sighed, wishing you a good day, and then turned to leave.

   "you've got me interested, technoblade."

   you only spoke to the god more after the first encounter. seconds turned into minutes and then minutes turned to hours. he was an interesting guy, choosing which emotion to show and when to show it. perhaps it came with being a god. as he came by more, each visit surprising you, you only talked to him more.

   "as you've got me, [name]."

   soon he started telling you stories. the butcher army, the l'manberg war, how he met philza. he told you great things of philza, the angel of death, so much so you nearly stopped disliking philza. you were always interested in his stories though, no matter how long or how action packed. each further lured you in to his grasp.

   technoblade, however, had stopped visiting so often. with more conflict arising everyday, he didn't have as much time to visit you anymore ─ philza was starting to catch on as well. how he wasn't home as often or how he lied to philza each time he asked him where he was. he was getting suspicious, and wanted answers quickly.

   philza confronted technoblade on this issue a while later. his wings puffed up confidently, he was so sure something was going on with his eldest friends, the edges torn at the seams. "technoblade." he addressed politely, standing in front of his throne once again, as he did not so long ago. he would get answers out of him.

   technoblade only sighed, his cheek pressed against his closed fists as he stared at philza. "yes, philza?" he asked, voice heavy with exhaustion. the recent wars, as much as he loved the excitement and panic that came with it, have been too tiring for him. he also couldn't visit you that morning, only pissing him off more.

   "have you been seeing the mortal you told me you had interest in?"

   silence crashed over the room, violent in its malicious intent. phil's questioned nipped at the blood god, desperately pleading for an answer. philza sighed, one of disappointment and perhaps even anger. the silence was enough of an answer. "mate, are you kidding me?"

   technoblade merely sighed, eyes narrowing at the blond. "you have no say on who i take interest in, phil. that is none of your concern." he dismissed the blond, turning back to look at the window. philza had no say in what technoblade done with his life, no matter how long the two have been friends.

   "none of my concern? mate, they're a mortal and you're a god! hell, the blood god! for fucks sake, mate, you can't be seeing mortals!" philza snapped, brows furrowed and cheeks red from anger. the trouble a god could get in from seeing a mortal was irredeemable.

   if technoblade got caught with the mortal, he would lose not only his titles, but his life. he would be executed.

   technoblade merely scoffed however, rolling his eyes. "as if i'll get caught, philza. those laws are stupid anyways. what, are you going to tell on me?" he arched his brows at the angel of death, sneering at him. how dare he barge into his temple and then go off at him; a beloved friend of his.

   however, the mortal was too intresting to not keep seeing. he may of even caught feelings. how laughable ─ the blood god, feared across empires, falling for a mere mortal. philza only sighed, rubbing his temples. he weighed his options: technoblade could continue seeing the mortal, get caught, and then both of them get in trouble.

   or philza could tell the council. tell them of his affairs, tell them why he hasn't been here as often. once more, a vicious silence swept over them. only for a moment, for philza had declared:

   "if you don't stop seeing this mortal, i'll have no choice but to stop it. don't make me do it, mate."

   his evening visit was late that night. you had already prepared dinner, setting it up for when he was to arrive. from what he's told you, he hasn't had human food in a long time. he told you that gods didn't need to eat nor sleep. you had decided to make him food for when he comes, wanting him to have food even if he doesn't need it.

   the gust of wind from deceiving angel wings swept across his face. messy hair cascaded over his face, and for once, the blood god had found a problem he didn't know he could solve.

   ten minutes. twenty minutes. thirty minutes. you sighed at the mocking tick of the clock, each passing second being another sign that he wasn't going to come. perhaps he had better things to do. frowning, you began to gather the food up, knowing you wouldn't eat it all, before the familiar two knocks came at your door.

   rushing over, once you had opened it, you were surprised to see something different than you were used to.

   technoblade was there, but he looked different. more angry, perhaps even upset.

   worried, you frowned at the god. "are you okay?" you asked, hoping the man was alright. the god only nodded, staring at the ground. he came back to you after a moment of silence, sighing. "yes, just got caught up in some things. nothing for you to be concerned of." he said, brushing you off before you could even speak.

   when technoblade had gone back to his temple, rubbing his temples with a sigh, something unexpected had greeted him. there was philza, perched on the window with a firm look of coldness. "visiting the mortal again, were you, mate?" he asked once he had came into view. technoblade had half a mind to tell him to fuck off.

   that night provided a great distraction from what would come the following days.

   no words were spoken from technoblade afterwards. the betrayal of another friend, a promise to do something about his meetings, had wounded him. he didn't want to lose philza, but also had begun to realise something ─ he had caught feelings for the mortal.

   for you, who had been the sunshine on his darkest days. call it a cliche, but technoblade truly didn't know happiness if you weren't by his side. having watched countless deaths and falls of kingdoms over the many, many years of being alive, the man had never found as great of a comfort than by your side. you were the sun to his moon, a forever shining force to his immortal darkness.

   though the moon and sun are destined to never touch.

   that night, philza had technoblade bring him to your house under promise of telling the council. they had shown up to your house late at night, when the world was asleep. it had been abrupt, the two males coming into your home. you were shaking, scared as to what this meant. the angel of death and the blood god inside your home could mean nothing good.

   and you were right. that night, that forsaken night, technoblade had been cursed in front of your eyes. the wide eyed look on his face, the shock of what a former friend could do. you tried to reach out for him, but were stopped by philza. he permitted you to stay still, or else your blood would be on your walls.

   "technoblade, the blood god and the god of war, i hereby sentence you to an eternity of reincarnation. as long as you are alive, your lover, [name] [last name], will be killed and reincarnated. only ever letting you get close enough to hardly touch them."

   your words were caught in your throat, the cruel punishment knocking the wind out of you. philza's eyes shone, bright in an unholy way, rising up with his wings behind him. technoblade had felt the burning sensation of a marking, a forever sign of the curse, on the side of his neck. a flower had been burnt into the side of his neck, your favorite flower.

   "i'm sorry, technoblade." were the last words you heard before a sword made of light had stabbed through your stomach.

   the blood god had frantically scooped up your body in his arms, panicking for the first time since you've seen him. he tried to get you to say anything, although the words were too hard to say, no matter how hard you tried to get them out. he reassured you would be okay, despite knowing the inevitable would happen.

   "you should've listened to him ... heh, you're a dumbass, you know that?"

   you took your last breath seconds later.

[azulazenin]

Fire Lilies

Summary: A flower it's just a flower anywhere in the world, but in the Fire Nation, the smallest gestures can hide bigger meanings. Even for the princess.

Paring: Azula x Ty Lee

A/N: This was originally written in portuguese for the tyzulaweek challenge, and posted on my wattpad account. I tried my best to translate it, so take it easy on me, english it's not my first language 😅

The first memories Azula had around fire lilies came from her early childhood, a time where everything was simpler, when her only concerns involved play with her friends and bully her brother. In that time, Azula was already a terror, a little adorable beast who liked to use the poor plants to train her fire aim, only for the pleasure of watching the immensity of black petals reduced to a pile of ashes. "They deserve it, they're not as pretty as the others." She always thought to herself, but that little act of rebellion didn't last long, Zuko exposed her bad behavior, and Ursa forbade her of keep on destroying the royal garden.

Not that Ursa was capable of stopping her daughter of doing what she likes, but anyway, the flowers did not suffer again in the hands of the princess, and the responsible for that was Ty Lee, by bringing a whole new meaning for the fire lilies in Azula's life.

— You wanna do what in my hair? – Azula was reluctant on letting someone touch her hair, especially the topknot.

— A wreath of flowers! – Ty Lee proclaimed in an adorable enthusiastic sound. — Please Zula, I already asked Mai and she didn't let me. I'm gonna do your hair just like mine, you're going to be so pretty! Well i'm not saying that you aren't already pretty, but…

— Ok! – the princess gave in, fearing that Ty Lee kept on talking all day long. — Just do the goddamn wreath.

Azula sat at the edge of the corridor stairway that connected all the courtyards in the palace, Ty Lee one step above her. With half hundred fire lilies, the little acrobat worked her way through the princess' dark hair, arranging the flowers into a arc to keep bangs away from the eyes and a cascade down a long braid. When finished, Ty Lee was so proud of her job she almost cry out of happiness.

— See? I told you it was going to be gorgeous! – she spoke between leaps, crushing Azula into a hug and giving little kisses across her face.

Azula felt her cheeks burning red and butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Her body used to react like this when she was angry, but she never had those two symptoms at the same time before, and never accompanied by that itch on the left side of her chest. Definitely, it wasn't anger what she was feeling.

— Y-yeah sure, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. – Azula babbled when she saw her reflection through the water of the fountain and stepped away from her friend, desperately trying to get rid of those scary unknown emotions.

But she didn't managed to do it, not that day, nor the days ahead of her. Azula was yet to young to understand that weird feeling close to her heart, to small to know why she always revive it whenever she was close to Ty Lee or fire lilies. But eventually she learned to disguise, to ignore the cold in her belly and sent away the redness of her face, though it was really difficult to pretend her heart wasn't beating like crazy when her friend was close with flowers on hands or asked to touch her hair.

Years later, when Azula was in her early teenage years, her father entrusted her with the biggest mission of her life, and the princess knew very well she could only count on two people to help her. All she had to do was ask, the authority of her title would do the rest, as it was the case with Mai in Omashu, but she didn't want the things to be like that with Ty Lee too. After spending such a long time away from her friend, Azula needed to know if the fire lilies had on Ty Lee the same effect they had on her.

— What an exquisite performance. – Azula said when she entered dressing room after the show, placing the bouquet of black flowers on the table. — I can't wait to see how you'll top yourself tomorrow.

Azula faced the acrobat through the mirror, trying to study her reaction, but apparently, the princess' ability of reading other people's emotions was useless on Ty Lee, 'cause she ended up losing herself in other details. There was no deny that her friend was beautiful, the brown hair and that pair of gray eyes might not be such a big deal in other countries, but in the Fire Nation, it turned her beauty in something rather rare. A woman like that, in the non humble Azula's opinion, should be on a palace surrounded by servents tending to her needs, not in a filth circus at the ends of the world.

— I'm sorry Azula, but unfortunately it won't be a show tomorrow. – Ty Lee responded, awakening the princess out of her trance.

— Really? – the surprise was genuine, but Azula tried hard to pretend otherwise. Not even the conquering of Ba Sing Se could make her so happy as the realization that Ty Lee somehow corresponded those weird feelings.

— Yes, I wanna join you in your mission.

The next time Azula was close to Ty Lee and fire lilies at the same time, the circumstances weren't the best ones. The war was over and lost, her throne usurped by her brother, her facilities were a room that could easily be taking by a cell. Her only company was Zuko – when his duties as Fire Lord allowd him to remember he had a sister – the psychiatric hospital team, and of course, her little acrobat.

Sometimes, Azula was still tempted to hit Ty Lee with lightning as a punishment for her betrayal, but when she stop to think clearly, she comes to realize that she can't have the luxury of cutting from her life the few people that remain.

— Happy birthday, Zula. – Ty Lee wished during one of her weekly visits, handing to the princess a single fire lily through the bars. — I would've bring an entire bouquet, but the doctors didn't allow.

Azula held the freshly harvested flower, breathing the smell that brought back the memories from a childhood that seems to have been lived ages ago. She felt like crying, wishing to be a kid again. If she could go back time, she would've been nicer to Ty Lee, and wouldn't pretend she didn't like when her friend adorned her hair with a wreath of flowers.

— Thank you, Ty. – she said, holding against her chest the flower she would keep until the petals turnes to dust. — Come closer, I wanna tell you a secret.

There was no secret, not anymore at least. There were no expectations to be met nor goals to achieve, only a birth title that no longer stands for anything. There was nothing to hide, and as ironic as it could sound, it was behind those bars that Azula was finally free to do what she spend years wanting to do.

When Ty Lee approached her painted face with the Kyoshi Warriors colors, Azula did not pity to ruin the perfect makeup by sealing their lips with a kiss. Ty Lee frozed for a second, but she soon find out there was no escaping from what she too desired and kissed the princess back until she lost her breath.

— When I leave this place… – Azula said with a determined expression. — I will kiss you every single day of my life.

[seyaryminamoto]

I got into argument with Zuko stan, i didn't like how she oversell Zuko's sob story so much, i fill up with her mis-interpretations and bs, I said "i don't care if she wanted to kill, torment or usurper him! he can go fuck off and die!" I'm not the kind of say this fucked up shit, but how they victimize-glorified Zuko is sickening me.

xD well, since I assume the “she” in your statements was Azula, I take it your Zuko stan was using those things as an argument to boost Zuko’s sob story. But… none of that is accurate at all, especially the usurper one.

First off, Azula only started wanting to kill Zuko after the Boiling Rock. Where’s the proof? Why, obviously, the proof is that she could have killed him many times before. Why didn’t she? What held her back? On her first episode we can be delusional and pretend she really had been trying to kill him, but Iroh stopped her and that’s why she didn’t. In the Chase, let’s say she was outnumbered so she couldn’t get away with it and had to flee.

But in Crossroads of Destiny? If Azula wants Zuko dead, why did she capture him at first at all? What good was he alive when she caught him? She chose to capture him, not to kill him, from as early as that, and then gave him the chance to go home long before knowing Aang would be shot by lightning and revived through spirit water (ergo, no, she couldn’t bring him home so he would take the fall for Aang’s not-death because it defies all logic that she’d know Aang wouldn’t die). 

Later on, while Zuko is in the Fire Nation, she could have easily killed him too and made it look like an accident, who knows? :’D she doesn’t. So legit, as has been repeated for millions of posts, Azula didn’t want to kill her brother until her breakdown, or else she probably would have finished him off way earlier.

As for the tormenting, honest to gods, people over-demonize Azula for this. True enough, she was no exemplary sister, yes, many times she behaved as a bully. But if we really put some emotional distance with the show? Azula’s most malicious teasing doesn’t hold a torch to what I’ve seen happen between siblings who genuinely hate each other. It doesn’t hold a torch to stories I’ve heard of brothers who are literally physically aggressive and abusive to their sisters because they can be. It doesn’t even hold a torch to how I’ve behaved in a sibling relationship, either. Siblings have conflict, siblings tease each other, sometimes they don’t know where to draw the line. It still doesn’t mean a sibling relationship is beyond mending, or that the damage done is so severe you will never bounce back from it.

Azula’s comments are hurtful, and yes, words can definitely sting. But the degree of psychological torture people are holding Azula responsible for? I don’t think even Zuko makes as much of a big deal out of it as his fans do. I honestly think Azula was more cruel to Sokka that one time when she played him over Suki’s capture than she was with pretty much everything she said to Zuko. No offense to your stan, but… what Azula did to Zuko, while certainly harmful, is in no way anything I’d consider torment. Not to mention, Zuko could bite back whenever he wanted, and he certainly tried to do it a few times (only, he’s just not sharp enough to do it effectively). For that matter, I should be here talking shit daily about Zuko and how little he understands Azula, how he’s such an asshole for thinking she’s perfect and telling her as much spitefully, when her tragedy is that she keeps trying to be perfect but failing :’D how dares he torment her so much by calling her perfect when she knows she can never be?!

Aaaanyways, enough messing around with that one.

Lastly, usurping who? Azula was given the right to succeed Ozai on the throne, by Ozai himself. If Ozai is the one considered an usurper (which makes enough sense), Iroh should be the rightful ruler instead of Zuko anyhow. But if we think Ozai is rightfully Fire Lord, Azula’s coronation is perfectly legal. Meanwhile, Zuko’s victory in the Agni Kai (in his every Agni Kai, really) is debatable because it doesn’t even follow the established rules of Agni Kai fighting (not only does Katara finish the fight for him, but the winner is the firebender who burns the other, and who got burned/nearly-killed again, if I may ask? Oh yeeeeeah, that’s riiiight…). Yet Zuko’s the one who gets crowned in the end :’D who looks like an usurper now?

Anyways, I honestly don’t know what Zuko fans are trying to achieve at this point by stating over and over and over again everything that’s plastered all over canon. We’re always supposed to think Zuko isn’t that bad, we’re always supposed to know he has a sad story, we’re always supposed to cut him slack because he’s doing his best, poor baby, let’s coddle him forever. So why do they keep being such apologists when the show is already, by its very nature, the biggest Zuko apologist there is?

When a Zuko fan comes up with a new argument, a new discovery, some genuinely interesting realization about Zuko that doesn’t hinge on how mean everyone else is or how flawless and good his heart is (stuff that I’m beyond tired of hearing because Zuko has been a jerk to a lot of people even post-redemption, and his heart is nowhere near as pure as he would love to think it is), I’ll probably listen and be intrigued by what they have to say. But more spouting of the same pointless drivel? Please spare us all. I had enough of Zuko’s drama just by watching the show, thank you very much.

On another note, though, this isn’t supposed to be about denying Zuko’s pain and suffering and how much he went through. I would hope you, anon, know that yes, Zuko’s struggles are real and all (whether the fandom blows them out of proportion or not). Still, yes, when his fans get obnoxious it’s hard to resist the urge to say Zuko has no right to complain about anything. Nevertheless, let’s try not to be as close-minded and stubborn as they are. The whole point should be that we see Zuko without rose-colored glasses that make him a poor, sad, perfect hero because he was never supposed to be flawless. His flaws make him complex, acknowledging them is acknowledging his complexity. Denying them, and pretending he’s completely flawless and never acted wrongly by his own hand and decisions, is rendering him flat, bland and rendering his every complexity null and void.

[missallycat]

Rory’s commitment issues and Logan’s proposal

I’ve been wondering around when we fans over analyze the proposal back in the end of season 7. Some of us wish she had said yes, some of us know she had to say no. So I thought I’d give it a shot and write it long to give my opinion on why Rory is still (even in the revival) a commitmentphobe and really wasn’t ready then to marry him. 

Warning: this is going to be long! ;)

I think the proposal shouldn’t have happened because the Logan Huntzberger we know and love from all the previous seasons of the show wouldn’t have proposed without discussing marriage first the two of them, he wouldn’t have proposed in front of a bunch of strange ladies from the DAR on the graduation party thrown by the grandparents, he would have made a grand gesture yes but just for them. maybe using the help of the guys of the LDB but nothing as public as it was. I think it was rushed as a way to break them up and make the focus (forcibly IMO) lay only on the girls. I think that the Logan we know and love would have asked her to go with him yes, but he’d have probably proposed later down the road because he wanted to show her the world, he wanted her to have the world and share it all with her. No matter what, he loved her more than anyone, simple as that.

I’m going to try to break down the main arguments around the proposal and the refusal of it so if you wish, keep on, it’s about to get interesting!

He said he’d go wherever she went how dare he turn the tables on her when he said he’d join her! How dare he take the job in California!

Actually they agreed they would factor each other in but in reality, as Paris pointed out, Rory wasn't willing or really ready to factor him in (”carry that thought out, would you go with him?”). Yes he said (very clearly) for this one you make your decision based on what you want. That was when she was debating between the projo or waiting for the Reston fellowship. He said clearly “if you go to New York maybe I'll go live in New York if you go to Providence maybe I'll go live in Providence”. She got neither, she was up in the air she had NO job and no nothing, no idea what to do next except apply for whatever job that would take her. She initially considered interviewing for San Francisco papers, when they were shopping for her suit with Lorelai, Rory said so, and this was before her interview with the ProJo, having the possibility of applying to the fellowship and having already scheduled the interview with the Providence Journal she was still looking so she wanted whatever paper would have her. Thing is, after she turned down the ProJo and the fellowship didn’t come through, she had nothing, she was up in the air and he got this fantastic offer. If things had been the other way around he WOULD have gone with her, but she didn't have anything! And is not like he wanted her to come and twiddle her thumbs daily until he got home from work. He wanted her with him so they could find a life together so they could work and live together in the same place. Was it so outrageous that him having a good thing and her having nothing yet, he wanted her to go and try out luck for work there in the same city, with him? Why was it only ok if Logan was the one to do that and not Rory?

He had her life already mapped and planned out for her, without even consulting her! The house, the avocado tree, the papers, he wouldn’t even consult her

He was throwing ideas up in the air, he wanted to tell her when his job was a sure thing after all her false starts he probably didn’t want her to be sad about him not getting something as she had, All those “plans” were just ideas, yes enthusiastic, impulsive ideas that perhaps he could have discussed with her first but they weren’t plans set in stone, the house wasn’t rented, the living arrangements hadn’t been decided he was throwing ideas and she had considered before wanting the fellowship in the Times, she had considered going to interviews in San Francisco, something they must have discussed, why is it such horrible thing to suggest potential jobs when she didn’t have any? She could have agreed to go to him and if the Obama thing happened he would have supported her going, who’s to say he wouldn’t? He introduced her to Hugo, he praised constantly her work, he encouraged her to write for Hugo, considering those why would he be against her getting a writing job? The Logan we knew of previous episodes even in that same season would have gone to her, would have done anything to make it work during the campaign.

He didn’t love her enough that’s why he gave her the ultimatum. Ultimatums aren’t love

I've seen these episodes more times than I can count. He loved her enough to follow her if she found her passion but she wasn't willing to follow him? I think that's what hurt him the most and drove the ultimatum, because she could have gone anywhere, she had the freedom and the possibilities yet she was so selfish because she wanted everything her own way. I love Rory, I identify with her a lot and I love that she seems more human with her flaws but fact is she is very selfish. Everyone piles this on Logan, like he's the one who should have followed her, but follow her to what? To Stars Hollow? To wait and pass on a wonderful opportunity for him just to see until she got something if she got anything and then follow her? Or be long distance with someone who wasn't willing to really even take one little step to really be committed with him? That's what prompted the ultimatum, the fact that she could have gone to him (she didn't yet have the Obama campaign) and be with him but she wasn't willing. When someone really isn't willing to commit, to take a step with you, then why continue the relationship that will probably end in resentment? She had every right to not want to marry him, and he had every right to not want to go back to a limbo to just be in a relationship that apparently had no future(she turned down marrying him she didn’t even say lets do this but lets have a long engagement, and that showed she wasn’t really thinking in a future in the practice that wasn't on her terms, she wasn't willing to commit to him as in building a life unless it was in the exact way she wanted, she wouldn't even propose an alternative because she felt, once again, lost, so she couldn't think further ahead, she said so herself, she loved him. But when Rory gets confused she loses focus and can't think things straight, and instead of reaching out to him like they usually did, she didn't say anything as an alternative. The ultimatum even though she didn't voice it, she gave it too, she had to have things her way or no way. They both loved each other, they just weren't really ready to take the long full on commitment to the practice. Yes it was kind of out of character for both but living together when you are both in the same place is easy, arranging your life to fit it with someone else's, Rory had never learned to do that. She in fact had learned to do things the other way around. Her mom was always her way or the highway, she was in many ways, her mother's daughter

She had recently withnessed her own parents marriage imploding, of course she wouldn’t think herself ready for marriage

Is not about Lorelai’s marriage, she wasn’t really in agreement with her parents even starting a relationship but she was never too vocal about it because she knew her mom was hurting because of Luke and thought she had to decide for her own happiness. Is not about Lorelai divorcing Chris because Rory was never that much “in” into her parents getting married, that’s how easily she got on Lorelai’s side. It was about Lorelai but not about Lorelai’s recent break ups. It was more about how they have always been a bit codependent with each other, they’ve always been together even when they were apart they had to know of the other, they needed to have that connection, they really don’t know how to be far from each other and still keep their relationship, Rory isn’t ready to leave Lorelai or stars hollow completely to build a life elsewhere because she can remain in her own coccoon she can remain in her own childhood where she’s the best, can do no wrong and will get whatever she wants to get. She could never handle failure too well, as she could never handle being apart from Lorelai too well... they needed each other close in order to remain “close” that’s what neither of them really learned, how to be apart and still have each other, I say this as someone who loves deeply this show and specially these two girls but Lorelai matured because of Rory, she was her guidance system because she needed to bring her up and bring her up correctly and she couldn’t have interference from anyone (that’s why Chris’ part in Rory’s bringing up ended being null) She needed Rory to be her own person, as a sort of talisman, but because she loved her child deeply she needed to feel like everything was about that child, and she also used Rory as a shield sometimes (I can’t go changing everything on Rory (even when Rory was 16 and not 6). It was Lorelai’s choice to keep Rory as her reason to be grown up but still in some aspects remain a child. Rory too needed Lorelai because she didn’t know how to be an adult on her own, how to survive without Lorelai’s constant pushing and prodding and constant even intervention. Rory saw herself already as a staffer in the NY Times, when she didn’t get the fellowship her world just caved and what would she do if not go back to her safety net? That’s stars hollow, that’s Lorelai. Rory never really grew up away from her own “neverland”, she didn’t have to and she didn’t want to.

He should have agreed to long distance or a long engagement if he really loved her he would have!

I think they needed to break up, they needed time apart, not because they didn't love each other but because that wasn't enough on her side at the time. A long engagement wouldn't have sufficed either because he didn't say let's get married today, he would have agreed to anything, a long engagement, her traveling for work, if she had been willing to make that commitment to go live and be with him. She wasn't. In the end it all comes down to the fact that they were in different points in life at that moment and love wasn't enough. They needed to break up in order to find each other again. I think they wouldn’t have lasted apart, they would have crossed paths intentionally sooner rather than later and gotten back to each other (even with the ending of the revival being what it is)

She had to think of her own career!

She rejected him. But her reason wasn’t really her career. She had no job at this point. It wasn't her career that was stopping her. It was something else. They already spent time long distance and it was hard on them both. I think him wanting her to go with him to California was the right decision for them right then at the time, considering she had nothing planned and he had a great opportunity. She couldn't even make the request of just stay together and take some time to figure things out together before being engaged but IN California. She needed to figure out what was stopping her. They needed time apart. That is what this should have been and if the show would have come back for a season 8, I think that is what would have happened. There would have been clarity and they would have found their way back together. (Despite the fact ASP wanted Rory pregnant and alone in the ending, I think perhaps we would have gotten a clearer message that they could find their way back to each other even if they were broken up in the end as planned I think we would have seen more of their love for each other as enough proof that they would come back to each other)

Rory should have said YES! She had nothing going on and the writers messed them up

Actually writers really got Rory's issues.

Going back since season 1, Rory was always afraid of deeply getting involved with someone. Lorelai said it best:

 "I'm talking about my own personal lack of commitment skills. I mean, look, I love that you have my eyes, and my coffee addiction, and my taste in music and movies, but when it comes to love and relationships. I don't necessarily want you to be like me."  

Fact is, Rory really wasn't ready to be that far away from Lorelai. She needed to communicate in that aspect with Logan. She needed to understand it herself but she always denied her own flaws because she thought she had to be perfect all the time and couldn’t accept it or bounce back easily when she came crashing with the reality that she wasn’t perfect and she wasn’t always going to get what she wanted how she wanted in the moment she wanted it. Rory is kind of emotionally dependent on Lorelai, and making Lorelai happy is how she spent her whole life. Except for when she ran and hid at her grandparents' in early season 6 when she had to sacrifice Lorelai as she made that choice. (Which I honestly think it was positive for them both, even when the circumstances weren’t the best, they needed to grow up being away from each other a bit they just couldn’t accept it)

Lorelai is this character that, love her as I do, has to have it always her way or nothing. She afterwards makes attempts to compromise, to understand, to agree, but it has to be tiring to the people in Lorelai's life (Luke waiting and leaving it all to Lorelai when he really did want to marry her, Rory just going on with whatever Lorelai wanted). And it's made Rory, emotionally, a mess.

Bottom line, to me is, Rory was right in rejecting the proposal (yes, to me she was right, as much as I love Logan) because she wasn’t ready but she was also all or nothing, she provoked Logan’s all or nothing, because for Rory, like Lorelai it had to be her way or no way, if she had told Logan a different alternative showing she was willing to commit, I think Logan would have agreed to not get engaged yet. They loved each other and they still did during the revival but they can’t really spell it out because they’re hoping the other will say their piece, but is not lack of love what separates these two. For me the revival proved that even while being in forced relationships trying to be apart from each other they just can’t, they love each other deeply but they can’t say it because he knows she is afraid of commiting to him and wants it to come from her and she knows she hurt him and is so lost she can’t yet go to him as much as she wants to.