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*.⊹˚ ZAYNE | christmas eve (christmas special)
── ◜zayne x fem!reader — mini one shot 1.1k words ◜Zayne has to work on Christmas, so she decides to surprise him with their little Christmas dinner. — author's note here | christmas specials from the rest of the LI on my profile
She hated that Zayne worked so much without resting, but if there was one thing she hated more than that, it was he had to work on Christmas Eve. It was her first Christmas with a boyfriend and her boyfriend had to work.
According to Zayne, those days were actually pretty busy. People were slipping off the roofs while putting up decorations or having accidents while making dinner. She didn't say anything when Zayne told her he had to work, she should actually be proud that her boyfriend is saving lives! But while her boyfriend was saving lives, she was home alone… a little sad. She had actually lied to Zayne, saying she had plans with her friends because didn't want him to worry about her.
She had to do something, mainly because she didn't want her boyfriend to spend Christmas Eve alone in a hospital room… That's why almost two hours later she found herself leaving her apartment, a small bag at her side as she got into her car.
The ride to the hospital was smooth and quick, she expected there to be more cars on the streets, but it was the opposite. She confirmed her suspicions when she passed by the waiting room later: there were barely three people. She knew the reason Zayne was there that day was as a precaution, but why couldn't they just ask another doctor to stay? She was being selfish perhaps.
"Zayne?" She knocked on his office door, looked over her shoulder but the hallway was completely empty. She had passed the surgery board on her way there and Zayne's name wasn't there. Maybe he was with another patie…
The door in front of her opened. Her face lit up as she saw her boyfriend with his brow slightly furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here?" he asked with that softness in his voice he always used with her.
"I brought Christmas dinner." She smiled lifting the small bag in her hands, Zayne let her in seconds later, still a little confused.
"I thought you had plans with your friends."
"Yeah, well… I lied." She smiled shyly, not wanting him to get upset with her even though Zayne seemed to lose his patience… never. "I thought we could have dinner together."
Zayne was silent for several seconds. He knew his girlfriend had preferred not to mention anything and let him work, she did that all the time lately, but she was here anyway. She had cooked something for both of them and now she was here, giving up any last-minute plans she might have made to spend time with him on Christmas.
"You didn't have to do that." Zayne approached her, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. She smiled slightly and shook her head, not wanting him to feel guilty.
"I don't mind. Let's eat." She placed one last kiss on his cheek before turning to start unpacking the food she had made for them.
She didn't mind the fact that she had to be there. After all, it was Christmas Eve, they could spend the day together tomorrow, right?
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Over an hour later, she plopped down into the chair in front of Zayne's desk. She felt like she had eaten too much and now she couldn't move.
"Mmm… I think I'll take a nap on your couch" she whined, shifting in her seat. Zayne smiled at his girlfriend's exaggeration.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist, he knew she hadn't noticed but it was almost midnight. He knew she wasn't the biggest fan of Christmas but at least it was important enough as anyone else.
Zayne's hand slid down to one of his desk drawers to pull out the small box he had been hiding for almost two weeks. His girlfriend was too focused on complaining to notice. He hid it in one of his pants pockets and continued acting normally, clearing his throat to get her attention and getting up from his chair.
"Come on, it's almost midnight." She stood up quickly at his words and looked around for a clock. She hadn't even noticed the time, she only knew that her stomach was starting to hurt a little.
"Where are we going?" She asked, reaching over to grab her jacket. Maybe it had been a bad idea to wear such a thin jacket.
"Let's go to the roof," he murmured, wrapping one of his arms around her waist. He knew how much his girlfriend loved the snow and he didn't want midnight to arrive locked in the four walls of his office where she spent most of her lunch breaks anyway.
Five minutes later she felt the cold air hit her face, she had to narrowed her eyes. Zayne took one of her hands and directed her close to the edge, causing snowflakes to begin shower her hair.
She smiled excitedly. She loved the snow and even though she was sure she would start shivering in a couple of minutes, she loved the feeling of the cold against her face and the snowflakes in her hair.
"What time is it?" She asked turning to face Zayne and looked at the watch on his wrist once more.
"11:59."
She smiled excitedly. Her hand slipped into her jacket pocket to pull out a small mistletoe she had brought from home. She had almost forgotten it was there.
She smiled as she tried to stand on her tiptoes to put the mistletoe under both of their heads, but Zayne was quite a bit taller than her so she could barely do it. Zayne smiled when he noticed what his girlfriend was doing, he didn't need an excuse to kiss her anyway.
"Where did you get that?"
"I brought it from home." She shrugged. "Now you have to kiss me." She didn't have to tell him twice.
His arms wrapped around her gently, closing the small distance between them. She had suddenly forgotten all about the cold she had felt when they had reached the rooftop.
Zayne pressed his lips to hers without thinking, He deepened the kiss, holding her more closely to his body. He took the time to enjoy the warmth of his girlfriend, the way she let him explore her mouth… As if they had all the time in the world.
A loud bang in the distance separated them. She frowned, somewhat confused, she was expecting fireworks on New Year's but certainly not on Christmas. Bright colors flooded the sky for a few seconds before fading away. It was Christmas.
She turned excitedly, her nose had turned red due to the cold and her hair was now covered in snowflakes. The most adorable picture Zayne had ever seen.
"Merry Christmas, Dr. Zayne."
"Merry Christmas, my love."
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We Liked Your Vibe
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Din Djarin
Words: 3.4 k
Rating: M (it's mostly smut folks)
Summary: Din promised Dieter to a threesome, and you have caught their attention.
Author: Mod Mouse (I know I'm not dead)
Note: Happy Holidays everyone! This is my gift to @guelyury for the secret santa exchange set up by @dieterbravobrainrotclub! Thank you @sp00kymulderrI for setting this up! I hope you enjoy your gift.
On another note, I hope to start getting back in the grove of writing. With the semester wrapped up and my life in general calming down, I hope to start posting fics again. I don't think it will be as often as I was (I can't believe I somehow put two fics a week out lol) But I'll figure out something that works. Anyways onto the smut!
“Oh what about that one?” Dieter asked excitedly, nodding in the direction of a goth looking person strolling up to the bar.
Din glanced up from his whiskey, the melting ice giving a small tink against the glass. His gaze took in the figure, but he shook his head. “Not that one. Came in with a partner.”
Dieter signed dramatically and slumped over the bar counter. Din slid his drink away to keep him from knocking it over. This wasn’t the first time tonight. “Diiiiiiiiin” Dieter whined. “That’s the third one you’ve said no to tonight.”
“Yes but all you’ve shown me are couples. I said they had to be single,” Din replied raising his highball glass to his lips.
Dieter stuck his tongue out at him before turning his head to survey the room. His dark eyes roamed the space once again. So many people with others. ‘Was no one single in the tristate area anymore?’ The thought crossed his mind and he sighed. Maybe it was just going to be him and Din tonight.
That was until you saddled up to the bar, seemingly with the weight on the world on your shoulders. Dieter’s head poked up as you ordered a shot of tequila. You sprinkled some salt on the crook of your thumb as the bartender set the glass in front of you. Quickly you lapped the salt up with one hand and down the shot in the other, the sting of the alcohol barely affecting you.
Without looking away, Dieter tugged on Din’s sleeve. “What about that one?”
Din sighed, only getting slightly fed up with his husband. But when his eyes took you in, something stirred in him. You were very attractive to say the least despite not trying too hard. The favorite shirt that you choose, more for comfort than for attraction, stuck to you in all the right places leaving Din with a nice outline to admire.
Din hummed which was the most approval he had given all night. Dieter smiled a big goofy grin and practically jumped from the barstool. Though he quickly straightened his outfit to make himself just a tad bit more presentable. Din followed soon and Dieter quickly grabbed his hand dragging the older man over.
You hadn’t noticed them approach, your mind wiring a thousand thoughts a second. It was only when you heard someone say “Ya know we saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe.” You glanced up and blushed as you took in the odd couple. One man dressed in what you would call disaster chic and the other in a very monochromatic but well put together fit.
You smirked. “You know this is a new one for me.”
The messy haired one tilted his head. “Oh and how's that?”
“Well you aren’t a middle aged straight couple who’s only way to save their marriage is to have a threesome,” You quipped.
That got a laugh from the shorter man. “We’re about as opposite as that.”
You raked your eyes over both of them smiling. “You can definitely say that.”
“Oh where are my manners? Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Dieter and this is my tall, dark and very handsome husband Din.”
Din held his hand to you and you graciously took it. The size difference from his hands against yours sent heat fluttering to your stomach. “It’s a pleasure to me you,” Din said, taking interest in your reaction.
“Uh yes um ditto,” You stuttered, still taken aback. “Too bad I’m not dressed up.” You mumbled to yourself.
Dieter chuckled. “It seems our friend here sees something she likes.”
“Hmmm? Oh um yes” You blushed quickly taking your hand back.
“So how about it? Want to see where else there's a size difference?” Dieter asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Your eyes darted back and forth between the pair, but you shrugged your shoulders. “I actually would love that.”
Dieter’s eyes widened and he clapped his eyes excitedly. “Perfect.” He dramatically pointed to the exit. “Let us make haste and love!” He hurried towards the exit.
You couldn’t help, but giggle at the man’s antics. You hopped off the stool throwing a few ones onto the counter. “Is he always like this?” You asked Din who offered his arm to you which you gladly accepted.
“Always.” Din replied, and you followed the chaotic Dieter out the door.
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Dieter talked the whole way home to their apartment. It wasn’t so bad. You sat in the back with him as Din drove, and Dieter basically went over all of the kinks he had and what they both were comfortable with. It wasn’t what you were expecting considering your past experiences, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. You laid out what you did and didn’t like to do which Dieter was very receptive too. After your check in, it wasn’t long until you were making out with Dieter, his hands roaming all of you and trying to pull you into his lap. You giggle as you carefully straddled his waist, bracing yourself on the door frame.
A low purr emanated from Dieter as he nuzzled his face into your clothed breasts. You couldn’t help but giggled as he motorboated against the fabric. With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his curly hair, giving his scalp a gentle scratch. Dieter squeezed your hips making you squeak from the surprise. He smirked and snaked his hands up your stomach, sighing at your soft skin. You watched as he pushed up your shirt, licking his lips at the sight of your bare tits staring him right in his face.
He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I see you weren’t interested in the support tonight.”
You chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Nah, the girls needed to be free tonight.”
With both of his hands, Dieter gently grasped your breasts in his hands rolling his thumb gently over your peaking nipples. You gasped, pushing your chest forward needing more stimulation from his fingers. Dipping his head, Dieter lapped at your nipples, the chill from his drink still evident on his tongue. You shivered as he lapped at your peaks, loving the contrasting warm and cold feelings. Dieter chuckled, pausing his motions and nuzzling his cheek into your chest. Playfully he bounced your tits saying, “Well I can be their support.”
You giggled at his playfulness. “Unfortunately I can’t have you holding them 24/7.”
Dieter pouted. “But I wanna.”
You smooth his curls away from his forehead. “I’ll see what I can figure out.”
That returned Dieter’s smile. With one hand still on your breasts, he sneaked his other down your stomach once more sliding them into your pants. You gasped softly as his fingers toyed with the lacey straps. Dieter smirked. “And you said you weren’t dressed up.”
You blushed. “I wouldn’t consider underwear as dressing up.”
“On the contrary, sweetheart. I am always an advocate of showing off the fanciest of underwear.” He purred his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Slow delicate circles send a pulses of pleasure through your body. Soft pants escaped your lips and you pressed your head into his shoulder.
Dieter chuckled as he continued his motions, dragging his fingers all around your sensitive bits. His dark eyes caught Din’s in the rearview mirror and he smirked. “My love I believe your eyes stay on the road.”
All Din gave as a response was a grunt, but Dieter could tell how worked up Din was. Dieter chuckled to himself as they pulled into their long driveway, the car gliding over the smooth concrete. Din turned the car off, quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt and opening the driver side door. It only took a second for him to open the backseat and carefully pull you off of Dieters lap holding you in his arms.
You bit your lip as Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, his noticeable erection pressing into your stomach. “Oh and what was that about not paying attention?” Dieter teased, closing the car doors behind you. Din growled into your lips and Dieter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the door”
Din followed Dieter up the driveway, the footsteps of Dieter’s crocs guiding him into the house. You weren’t paying attention. All of your focus was the taste of whiskey against Din’s soft lips. Quick pants escaped your lips as the warm air of the house hit your skin. Din bit your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth. Gasping your fingers tangled in his hair giving them a firm tug. Din moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose into his stubbled cheek.
“Oh that’s such a nice sound.” Din blushed, dropping his gaze. You kissed his cheek leaning in close before saying, “I like hearing you moan.” That heard another twitch in his pants as he carried you into the bedroom.
With your attention focused on other things, you could finally take in the space where Din had carried you. A giant bed lay against the wall with the soft silken covers adorning the top. Memorabilia from Dieter’s collection lined the wall while Din’s areas stayed relatively minimalist. You wondered how such an odd couple ended up together.
But quickly your mind returned to the task at hand. As gently as handling an animal, Din set you in the middle of the bed. It only took a moment for him to crawl over you, encompassing you with his wide body. You bit your lips as your hands slid up his button shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch.
“Mmmmm what a lovely sight you two are,” Dieter commented as he sauntered to the edge of the bed. He made himself at home by the pillows as he watched the show.
You blushed under the attention of the actor, but continued your focus on Din. Your fingers danced over the buttons, slowly opening them to reveal the skin underneath. The sight was utterly delicious and all you wanted to do was lick the saltiness as you made your way down.
With a slow pull of your hands, you touched every inch of Din’s torso earning gasps from the older man. By the time you reached the tops of his jeans, he was panting, his full erection pressing against the material. Slowly you caressed his cock, feeling the magnitude against your hand. “Shit you are big.” You said, licking your lips.
Just like his shirt, you undo the button, shifting the material down freeing his cock. It stood at attention with beads of precum already pooling on the head. With a finger, you traced the prominent vein up the shaft to the head where you gathered the precum against your finger. Curiously you brought it up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Din as the saltiness coated itself over your tongue.
You moaned at the taste and you could hear Dieter chuckling beside you. “He tastes better than any cocktail.”
Humming in agreement you shifted yourself bringing your head closer to Din’s. But as you go to take his cock into his mouth, Din stops you with a gentle push on your shoulder. You look up, worried you did something wrong.
“I want to treat you since you were so kind to agree to this,” Din voiced, a soft pink blush on his cheeks.
You couldn’t help but blush in return. With these sorts of nights, you were lucky if the man ever went near your vagina with anything other than his cock. Din was such a considerate person that it was a shame this was only for one night. You nodded, returning back to your original position. With dexterous fingers Din pulled your pants along with the underwear off in one fluid motion. You shivered as the cool air hit your legs. Din stared at you with his dark brown eyes as he trailed slow kisses from your calf to your thighs until you could feel his breath against your wet lips.
“I’m gonna devour you, little flower,” Din purred.
Dieter rolled his eyes. “We all love your chivalrousness babe, but someone is also getting lonely. And I mean, she did want to blow someone.” Dieter commented and you couldn’t help but smirk.
With a playful roll of your head, you opened your mouth ready for Dieter’s cock. Dieter smiled pulling down the waist of his well loved yet fashionable sweatpants, his own erection popping out. You lifted your hand giving Dieter a few pumps before kissing the head. His own salty taste mixed with Din’s was like a cocktail of lust in your mouth.
That was when Din took the opportunity to take a long lick up your lips ending on a flick of his tongue on your clit. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, making you open your mouth. Dieter took the chance and slid the full length of his cock into your mouth. You gagged a little though taking no time to adjust to his size.
Dieter leaned back his head against the headboard. “S-Shit we should have found you faster.” He slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue swirling around and up the shaft. “D-Din we gotta keep her.”
Din hummed in agreement as he lapped at your clit. Sparks of pleasure tingled in your stomach, making you moan against Dieter’s cock. The full balls slapped against your throat as Dieter’s thrusts started becoming faster. Dieter cursed with each movement enjoying himself immensely. His gaze wandered down to watch Din as he continued to pleasure you like you were his last meal.
“Shit babe, leave some of that for me. She’s gonna need it when I cum inside her.” You moaned at the thought of his cock spilling his seed inside you. Dieter smirked his gaze meeting your eyes. “Is that something you want, doll?” He asked, his thumb tracing your cheek. You nodded the best you could, and Dieter slowly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two.
“You heard the cutie. I think it’s time for the ol’ Johnson to shine,” Dieter exclaimed excitedly as Din shifted away from you. It was your time to roll your eyes at the other man’s antics. Dieter maneuvered around getting on his hands and knees in front of you.
“You’re ridiculous,” You teased hands cupping Dieter’s cheeks and quickling kissing his lips.
“Uh ya ridiculously horny,” He replied with a cheeky smirk.
You threw your head back against the pillows, a loud laugh filling the room. “God you’re funny.”
Dieter glanced over his shoulder at Din who had kneeled behind him. “See, someone thinks I’m funny.”
“Just give it a few years,” Din teased back as he gently pulled a very fancy buttplug out of his husband. Dieter moaned at the lack of friction and you preoccupied him with your lips. He pushed for dominance against you, but you pushed back with just the same intensity.
Din set the butt plug aside and squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Carefully he applied the generous amount onto his cock and Dieter’s hole. A soft gasp escaped Dieter’s lips as he shuttered against the chilly material.
With a quick peck of the cheek, you said “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up in no time.” Dieter groaned at your words, his own cock twitching at the idea of being deep inside you. With a slow push, Din entered him a deep grumble vibrating his throat as he felt Dieter pulse around him. Dieter moaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he adjusted to his size.
Gently you twirled his curls around your fingers, your nails massaging his scalp. It only took him a moment for him to be ready. Dieter gently pumped his own cock adjusting his hips to meet yours. He guided his cock up and down your slit, your arousal coating the head. You both moaned at the feeling.
But Dieter grew impatient. With his hand he guided his cock to your hole, gathering up the wetness glistening between your legs. With an eager but still gentle push, he buried himself fully inside of you. The noise that escaped his lips was down right sinful as his legs shook from so much pleasure. Small pants flowed from your lips as you felt Dieter filling you to the brim with his cock. It twitched inside of you and you squeezed around it in response.
“Fuck,” He whimpered nuzzling his nose into your neck, his warm breath ebbing against your skin.
Din took this as a sign to begin thrusting. It was slow at first, gauging how you were handling everything. In and out Dieter’s cock rubbed against the sensitive areas inside you, and you moaned. Fingers pulled at Dieter’s curls earning a new set of moans to the symphony of sex.
Din grunted as he pulled his cock almost out of Dieter before plunging it back inside of him, sending Dieter deeper inside of you. The trio moaned as everyone was feeling on cloud nine. Din sped of up thrusts, the need for gentleness over. He draped his torso over Dieter’s back, leaning in to bite on the actor’s shoulder.
Dieter twitched inside of you, and you smirked. “S-Shit I should bite you more,”
Dieter moaned as Din’s thrusts became more erratic. It was clear that Din was close to cuming and by the way Dieter felt inside of you, he was close too. Your hand slid down your torso and your fingers began circling your clit, speeding up your motions as you felt the heat in your stomach began to grow and grow.
With each circle you squeezed around Dieter, earning a moan each time. Your fingers pressed on a particularly sensitive bit and you moaned, sending your legs shaking. Dieter couldn’t hold on much longer. With a few more thrusts from Din, Dieter leaned his head back and came hard inside you. You could feel each bit of cum drenching your walls.
You played with your clit as fast as you could, using your entire hand to gain the pleasure you need. Soon you joined Dieter in the realm of orgasm and came with the tensing of your legs. As you came down from your high, a series of grunts filled the room as Din filled Dieter with his own high.
All three of you were left panting against the bed. Din was the first to pull out, and with a tilt of your head you could see the cum cascading down Dieter’s leg. Din gave Dieter’s ass a few taps before slowly getting off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom.
Almost reluctantly Dieter pulled out of you, his gaze drifting down to see his own seed dripping from you. “Fuck that’s such a pretty sight, doll.” Dieter moaned as he leaned down. You followed his gaze with curiosity. Dieter glanced up. “What? Think I would miss an opportunity to taste the both of us? Not a chance.” With a quick swipe of his tongue, he gathered you and his own arousal on his tongue savoring the saltiness. You gasped at the overstimulation and latched onto his curls for grounding. This only spurred him on, and soon he was devouring like he hadn’t eaten in days. Another orgasm ripped through you, surprising you with how quickly he made you cum. That made Dieter’s ego skyrocket, and he chuckled as he detached himself from you.
“S-Shit…how?” You asked, panting, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.
“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Dieter winked before he settled beside you. His arms pulled you in for cuddles which you gladly appreciated. The warmth from his chest filled you with ease as you wound down from the activities.
Din reappeared with the washcloth, and with effortless gentleness he cleaned the both of you. He tossed the material aside, dealing with it at a later time, before settling on the other side of you. You practically purred at the feeling of the two men sandwhiching you.
Everything was quiet as you laid there. Din gently drew imaginary shapes on your skin, and Dieter twirled your hair in his fingers. “C-Can we do this again?” You asked hesitantly not wanting to break the magic of tonight.
Dieter chuckled against your hair. “I was hoping you would ask that.” You smiled in return happy that your crappy night had turned into something you had a feeling would last a long time.
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Star Thoughts
I'm going to gather up all of my thoughts on the Arc as a whole in another post, but for now, I'll just drabble about my thoughts on the ending
I did not like it
I saw a lot of potential in this arc, and I was really optimistic to begin with. ASC actually got me back into WC after a long time away from it, and it was the impetus for me to really jump into the fandom.
But the ending really bites. It was going off the rails for a while, but Star in particular gave me a terribly empty feeling.
It wasn't entirely bad. There was some good in it. But not enough.
First of all, Berryheart.
I hate where they went with her. Sincerely, what the fuck.
We closed off the last book with Sunbeam feeling dread at seeing her xenophobic, radicalized mother taking deputyship in another Clan, thinking about how she will be absolutely ruthless towards foreign people she sees only as pawns
...and then that just gets dropped.
Berryheart reveals to ShadowClan cats that she's actually just teaming up with Splashstar to get rid of Tigerheartstar, but she talks too loud and her stupid ass plan gets reveled
And Splashstar is like "oooo i never trusted you anyway!"
Which gets Owlnose angry at her because "Harelight died because of you" BUT. WHY??
WHY DID THAT EVEN "NEED" TO HAPPEN. SPLASHSTAR JUST DID THAT
Why even take Berryheart in as a deputy?? Why was any of this necessary? How did any of this happen and what did Splashstar gain???
This whole thing feels like an idiot plot. Or, worse, a plot the writer doesn't have to justify because "Splashstar Craaaazy"
But anyway, a fight happens because Splashstar tells her to kill her sister Yarrowleaf and Berryheart says no
Sunbeam comes to help, Berryheart pushes her out of the way, gets a dumbass redemption death saving her daughter.
We already HAD one of these, it was Curlfeather at the beginning of the whole arc. I massively resent that Berryheart did a Dollar Store Curlfeather-- it cheapens what Curl did.
Even the way that Spireclaw rolls up to tell Sunbeam "yeah she was mean but she died saving u" just. Ooooooughhh.
SHE TRIED. TO KILL. YOUR WIFE.
BERRYHEART TRIED TO KILL YOUR WIFE WITH AN ADDER, BRO.
We SAW IT. On the SCREEN. She (Berryheart) (your mom) sent YOUR WIFE (Fringewhisker) (wife) through a PART OF THE GORGE (log bridge) (snake inside) (deadly) YOU KNEW WAS UNSAFE
The way the narrative is desperate to be sympathetic towards violent xenophobes through this whole book absolutely infuriates me, but Berryheart in particular is insufferable
We didn't need "mom heroically dies to save daughter" twice, and we definitely did not need Berryheart to be the one between the two characters to get showered in emotional flashbacks.
Frostpaw had 6 entire books to explore the complicated feelings she has for her mother, and slowly come to unpack them in a nuanced and satisfactory way
So Berryheart's felt tawdry and tacked on, to me.
And poor Fringewhisker, a victim of bigoted harassment for several books, barely gets any say about this. Her tormenter is gone, her mate is eager to forget the bullying, and Star doesn't give a hoot about how she feels on that.
That said...
It's not the idea of Sunbeam having complicated feelings about her mother's death that bother me. Most of those scenes are enjoyable.
I even like the way that Sparrowtail tells Tigerheartstar that Berryheart was the only cat he would ever betray ShadowClan for, and now that she is dead, it is the only thing he's loyal to.
It's that Berryheart had to die by saving her daughter, this "entitles" her to a protracted mourning session with her sacrifice at the forefront, while the narrative's sympathy for Curlfeather runs totally dry.
Just totally jacked Curlfeather's thing; that her ambition ends where her family begins. Man.
And Owlnose. Guy who killed her.
Owlnose what did they DO to you
I stopped liking him the minute he said that RiverClan was just following Splashstar's orders.
And the way he started lamenting how he wished he'd taken responsibility and become RiverClan's leader-- that was the moment i gave up on him.
This is not my beautiful wife.
It would have been one thing if he was constantly framed as pathetic and weak-willed, someone who stays away from power because he hates being stressed out and knows it...
But he becomes deputy at the end of the book, so, no. Everything he did was intended to be legitimately insightful.
I dislike him now.
Then again, I dislike most of RiverClan now.
Star's ultimate statement about the fact the whole Clan fell in line behind Splashstar is that "They Were Just Following Orders."
For those unaware, this is an infamously bad argument called The Nuremberg Defense. It is called that because it was very popular during the trials of Nazi officials who had taken part in the Holocaust.
The Nuremberg Defense, at best, can reduce the severity of your punishment. Pleading this still results in you being held accountable for your crimes.
Unfortunately this is not even the first time WC has posited the Nuremberg Defense unironically... but honestly it shouldn't have even happened once if they're going to botch it this badly!!
Throughout this book and the previous one, RiverClan was growing increasingly xenophobic. They beat the shit out of Wasp, steal kittens to hold as hostages from SkyClan and ShadowClan, try to drown Whorlpelt, and eventually attempt to publicly execute Nightheart.
This is all completely and utterly handwaved away with the death of Splashstar.
Xenophobia and radicalization are not properly addressed at all by Star. In fact, it misses the point so entirely that I have to believe it's on purpose.
He Made Them Bad :(
They all say sorry to the cats they did hate crimes to and it's ok :)
They were just following orders because Splashstar was threatening to kill babies. They Had No Choice.
I swear to god I really try not to throw around the term "idiot plot" lightly, but ALL of ASC from like Book 4 onwards has been Idiot Plot after Idiot Plot. I don't have any other words to describe this!! These characters don't THINK. Most of them seem to only have beliefs at all when the plot needs them to.
And like, circling back around to Splashstar, I honestly think calling all of this an idiot plot is being charitable, because the alternative is that the writing team is being horrifically ableist instead
They turn Splashstar into the stereotype of a "blood-crazed lunatic" in the blink of an eye.
He's yelling at a hallucination of Curlfeather's ghost, experiencing delusions about his righteousness, suddenly snapping and turning violent towards people, acting completely irrationally so he can do whatever the plot demands.
All the while, other cats are noting how he's "crazy" and has "gone mad"
It's REALLY bad.
It almost makes me miss the Evil Chick Tract Atheist of Book 5. At least when I'm getting shit on I know how to make it funny
His death is whatever.
There was a really ridiculous line about how the Clans are going to send an Eviction Notice Patrol to him to "inform him that he is no longer welcome at the lake, not kill him, because we must be better than him 😇💕" but at this point im used to Warrior Cats being Neoliberal Cats. Meowliberal.
And then they kill him lmaoo
Me when i send a Friendly Reminder Squad into Osama Bin Laden's house to let him know he is no longer allowed at McDonald's
I don't have strong feelings on Frostpaw being the one to kill him. I kinda wish it was someone else, but there's also no other worthy or fitting cats in RiverClan.
Just feels odd to me that Harelight died in 1 hit while Frostpaw, who has only really trained to fight for a short time, manages to end him. But whatever.
If I've been talking a lot about Frostpaw it's because she's the most interesting. Sunbeam and Nightheart have never felt more obviously out of place.
The book comes up with SO many excuses to separate Night and Sun that you could probably make a drinking game out of it.
This book needed more time on the editing floor. Errors aside (numerous errors), some chapters feel padded out by Sunbeam and Nightheart telling each other to leave
I feel like you could fill an entire chapter with the scenes of them saying the other should go. Like a Scooby Doo "LET'S SPLIT UP GANG" compilation.
enough has been said about Frostpaw's coma. Tree sucks, I hate how he barges into her dream to yell at her about how she needs to fix RiverClan.
I resent that no one hit the RiverClan cats who started whining about how Frostpaw needs to come back and fix their mess with a baseball bat.
I wish Frostpaw could fire a laser at them from heaven or something
Don't like the way that the narrative sets up Tree demanding she come back like a good thing, and Jayclaw telling her she's allowed to rest and make her own choices like a bad thing.
For the love of god let her have a crumb of autonomy
This book makes me wish I was a paper wasp so I could chew it up into paste and make a sculpture of the RiverClan symbol and then light it on fire, but it's not the worst WC book I've ever read. 4/10
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DAHLIA
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I slowly entered Joe's room while he’s still fully asleep, laid down at his left. I carefully light on the candle trying to make any sound, emphasis in trying because the lighter makes so much noise that Joe opens his eyes slowly.
“No.” I whisper but it’s useless. Joe is awake. “No, sleep, please.” I try to cover his eyes, making him giggle.
Joe grabs my hand over his eyes with a smirk on his face. “Ok, I can do that.”
He pretends to fall asleep but inevitably laughs one second later. “Enough?”
I roll my eyes. “We can say that.”
He opens his eyes, blinking, realizing on my other hand I had a small cake with a candle of Ness, his character from Super Mario.
“Happy birthday.” Joe laughs sitting on the bed.
“What is this?” It’s a small cake I made earlier in the morning trying to mute any sound of the kitchen, without counting the sound of the lighter. “This is great.”
He points to the candle. “Well, blow it up or it melted completely.”
Joe closes his eyes blowing the candle, making a wish.
“A good wish?” Joe nods, taking a small bite of his cake.
“Sorry, but if I tell you, it won't make it true.” Joe observes narrowing his eyes. “You have something on your face.”
“Where?” Joe approaches, catching my upper lip in a kiss.
“Butter cream.” He licks his lips. “Yeah, it tastes really good.”
I blink speechless as I grab my heated face with my free hand, hot like a bonfire.
“Let me try again.” He tries to kiss me one more time, my useless attempt to avoid it, ends in him grabbing the cake quickly, putting on the night table beside him with me under him on his bed.
Take a little bit of the buttercream putting on my lips, kissing me as he grabs my neck.
“Yeah, really good.” I giggle, giving him a small peck.
The sound of his alarm distracts us; Joe knows he must get ready for training.
“Save it for the bell.” He stands taking another bite of his cake.
I sit watching him with dazzling eyes, as he goes to his closet.
“Guys are preparing a small dinner for my birthday, would you like to come?” I hissed. I met a few of his friends in casual conversation, this is another step.
“I have to travel home tonight.” Joe smiles leaning to me, grabbing his pink hoodie for don't fall over my face.
“I know, I know, it's my last attempt.” He kissed my forehead.
“Sorry.” I stand giving him a hug. “Happy birthday Joe.”
Although it is Joe's birthday; tomorrow it's my grandmother's birthday too, all the family are gathering to celebrate her. 85 years old is a big number.
“Are you planning to come back before Christmas?” Joe starts to put all he could need inside of his bag. “You work for a place here, you know, it will be…”
“I'll try, I'm not promising anything, besides I've always been working remotely.” He laughs going to change his clothes.
“Before I forget.” He takes a paper bag. “Let's consider it as a previous Christmas gift.”
I opened the bag, a Bengal shirt with the number 9 on it.
I roll my eyes. “You don't have to look for it anymore, failing in the attempt.”
However, in the corner I notice something unusual next to his number.
“Wait, wait, what is this?” I lift the shirt, pointing to the tiny orange heart, next to the big white 9.
Joe pretends looking at his phone. “I'm going late, let's go for breakfast.”
He pulls me from my hand going downstairs, giggling as a kid.
Before Christmas I had a special present for Joe.
I got to be in Cincinnati a couple of days ago, however it is the second week they’re in a game out of home. Right now they're in Seattle after a bad loss, with a defense that has been imperceptible.
Joe seems disturbed in the press conference, still he texts me, hoping to arrive on time before I take my flight home.
He thinks I'll leave tonight to be on time and help my family before travelling to spend Christmas with my mother's mother.
“This is the last one.” Jason brings the last tray of food.
As Lilian sits on a chair. “I feel I could be arrested in any minute.”
I chuckle as I set in their place the last mistletoe.
“Ready!” I smile seeing around all the arrangements, happy with how everything is settled. “Now let's go, that I don't have so much time.”
I push them to the door not before taking the last look, it's perfect.
After a quick shower and changing my clothes, I just left myself enough time to drive back before Joe arrives from Seattle.
All should be according to the plan with my “little” helpers.
And it was, as I kept waiting for a couple well-known voices, that I heard at the entrance.
“Come on guys, this could wait.” Joe complains. “Y/N leaves tonight, I haven't seen her in weeks, and I really want to say goodbye to her.”
“Joe, this mustn't wait, it's urgent.” Tee said, even though he sounds tired, his voice is cheerful.
I heard them opening the crystal door of the training camp, but I know they just make sure Joe gets inside before leaving.
“The lights aren't even turned on!” Joe screams as I light on.
“Merry Christmas Eve Eve!” Joe blinks, getting used to the lights.
When he does he smiles brightly tilting his head when he sees me in a green velvet dress and an elf hat..
“What is this?” He walks to me to hug me. “This is pretty amazing!”
I smile as I surround him with my arms. “And I make dinner.” I think for a second. “Sorry, we made dinner.”
“We?” Joe split, noticing the dinner set in a small table behind me.
“Lilian, Jason and me.” Joe grabs my hand as we walk close to the table.
“How did you get in?” Joe looks around seeing the Christmas lights hanging around a small area.
I pretend thinking. “You have good friends willing to help.”
Tee, Ja’Marr and BJ helped me to convince Zac to intercede for me and get a special permission.
“Should we?” Joe says with a bloated eyes but a side to side smile.
“Yeah of course.” I give him a small peek in his cheek.
The dinner is delicious, you can see it for the way Joe barely speaks until we finished.
“Delicious.” He cleaned the corner of his mouth.
“Big thanks to my mom.” She guided us through all the cooking processes.
Joe put his elbows over the table. “Why here?”
I scoff rolling my eyes. “Joe, do you know how many security cameras you have in your house?”
He laughs. “A few.”
“A few, yeah, a few.” I take out a box under my chair. “Here.”
Joe giggles, his hands on his hair.
“What is this?” I smile seeing his cheek in a soft pink.
I tremble with fingers on the top of the box. “Don't get too excited, ok? It’s not a fancy thing.”
Joe clicks his tongue. “Damn.” For after, wink at me.
“Open it.” I smirk as he takes the upper part, tiling his head confused.
“I'm lost.” He takes another small box with twelve candles, small white candles.
I point to the box with the candles. “One candle, one wish. Simple as that.”
Joe and his rich laugh is music to my ears.
“Can I begin?” Joe opened the box taking out one.
“Now?” I cough for the surprise.
“Yeah now.” He digs in the big box and finds the matches. “I'm supposed to write on this.”
He takes the small piece of paper tied to the candle and the pen, I nod. “If there is something I can help, let me know.”
Joe smiles. “One more time, how many candles are there?” He keeps writing.
“Twelve.” He folded the small paper and carefully burned it.
“Then you owe me eleven wishes.” He winks at me, but I just point the ashes on the table. “Don’t worry, this is for me, to myself.”
I lean on the table giving him a small peck on his lips.
“Merry Christmas and happy new year Joe.” He has that naughty smile on his lips.
He caresses my cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
On Christmas Day Joe made sure to send me a photo of the second candle with his wish written on it.
>Eat well and keep healthy.
Like every year we spend Christmas in Buffalo, this year the cold and the snow are at their top.
Streets are covered in white, you need 3 minutes outside to be covered in a white cold veil.
“So, darling, your mother and Collin said you've been quite happy, these months.” Grandma said as she took out the special cake that Collin loved from the oven. “A special reason?”
I finished cutting the last strawberries she will use for decorating. “It’s not a reason, grandma, it’s a person.”
Bad time to eat a strawberry that almost killed me. “A QB.”
Grandma softly patted my back giggling. “There is a reason why Colin must be far away from wine, he tends to speak way too much.”
I take a sip of water thinking of a way to punish him as soon as he appears at the door.
“Ye…Yes. But, we’re just hanging around, dating, seeing how things work, it could be just a…” Grandma tilts her head as he takes out all the things she will need.
“Darling, darling, how many times have I told you about your Grandfather and me?” She has that face of utter love.
They met in middle school, after grandpa helped her to hide from her friends in what seemed like a cringe double date; breaking his glasses on the way, for crashing with him as she covered her face walking outside the school.
“It’s not the same.” Grandma raises her hand so she can keep talking.
“I fell in love with that guy with clear vision problems in less than 3 months, now look at us, happily married after 47 years.” She smiles proudly with a voice full of adoration.
The loud hit on the door with laughs from grandpa and Collin, makes her roll her eyes.
“Sorry! We bought it!” Collin appears in the kitchen sweating covered in snow as dad and mom carry the boxes inside of the house.
“You didn’t go for a box of chocolate bars?” I asked Collin as he drank all my water.
“It's supposed to be! But Grandpa saw the discounts and said we’ll buy a few.” He makes quotation marks with his hands. “He bought one box; for you, one for me and one for mom and dad.”
“Collin!” Mom shouted for him from the door.
He leans his head on my shoulder. “Did I mention their friends?.” He takes a deep breath. “Walking a meter on the snow it's like walking three miles.”
His breathing is fast even you can see a big smile on his face. “I’m coming!”
He runs to the door leaving a trace of snow from the kitchen to the main door.
“See, how not falling in love with him?” Grandma smiles and grabs my hand. “What I am saying is, when the feelings are real time it doesn't matter; what you feel here.” She pointed to my heart. “And here.” Then to my head. “It’s the most important.”
I see Grandpa entering with three chocolates bars, one for grandma, one for me and one for him, kissing her head.
“For you.” Grandpa takes out a dahlia from his coat.
We came back just in time for I could see the last game of the year from the Bengals, a wonderful defense even though the offense was a little bit imprecise, work for getting them to keep the win in their home.
But for Joe that wasn’t enough, you can see for the twisted lips at the end of the press conference.
“You’ll have a full week to make an adjustment. Don’t be so hard on you.” I called Joe when he texts me he’s in his home.
Joe nods and as he leans on the couch, nodding avoiding my eyes through the video call.
“Joe?” He sighs and sees the camera nod one more time. “Now, please, stop pulling your fingers.”
He giggles. “I’m tired, sorry.” He put his hand on his neck moving around his head.
“It’s ok, go and rest, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” I stand on my bed wanting so badly to be with him but he needs a little bit of space.
“What a way of ending the year with me, huh?” I scoff as he gets down his head, pulling his finger one more time.
“It couldn’t be better.” He saw the camera with a surprise expression. “I mean it.”
The knock on my door as Collin stays in the door distracted me.
He scrunched his face when he noticed I’m on a call. “Sorry Y/N, but it’s time.”
I nod, tonight one of my father's best friends invited us for a last dinner before New year.
I smile at Collin before he goes out of my room. “Well, time to go, too.”
I stand on the bed, ready to hang out the video call, searching for my coat.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second, let me see you.” Joe takes his phone like he could see it more in detail.
Switching the camera in front of my mirror Joe can see me; wearing a cute black dress, a Christmas present of Lilian.
“No way.” I can see Joe hiding his face on a pillow. “You look… whoa.”
Feeling shy and adored, that’s all I can say.
“Y/N! We’re going late!” Dad passed in front of my room screaming.
Joe mumbled a couple of things that I couldn’t hear. “Sorry, text you later, bye.”
As we get in the car Joe sends a photo with the third candle and the note.
>See you in person. ❤️
Even though both of us knew we couldn't see each other before new year, it was still a little bittersweet situation. We have to settle with a quick call at midnight, under the mischievous eyes of my family observing me through the crystal door of the backyard.
Next morning all of us wake up really late, with the appearance we just sleep one hour; by the time I get down to the kitchen dad is making coffee with his PJs on.
“Mom?” I take four cups from the counter regretting leaving my sweater on my bed.
“Trying to stay awake.” Both of us laugh, that laugh increases when Collin enters, messy hair closing his eyes as he hits the door of the kitchen.
He put his hand over his forehead. “We should change that for a normal door, let’s get rid of the crystal door.”
Dad served three cups of coffee observing us sitting on the stool, with a smirk on his face. “Serving coffee, years ago, milk and cereal.”
“Dad!” Collin rolls his eyes. “It’s the first day of the new year, let’s not be sentimental.”
I push his arm. “Speak to the big, not sentimental boy.”
Collin cried yesterday, probably drunk as he remembered in a few months he will be far away from home.
“Whatever, Y/N, do you mind going to your grandparents' greenhouse?” Dad asked to take things for breakfast.
“Sure.”
My grandparents have a greenhouse in the boundary of the city. We spent a lot of time during our childhood; they had an amazing place where Collin and I passed such beautiful moments.
He was learning and helping, I was just observing and paying attention to the details, notebooks on my lap, taking notes.
I arrived around 7 pm, all the lights, most of them turned off.
I knocked before getting in, just the lights of the main office turned on, they left a small note.
>We're in the one next to the big three.
I perk through the window seeing all the lights there on, I smirk, they love that place for sure.
As I walk the cold wind makes me shiver, but I notice something weird; the cold lights of always now are in warm lights.
“What are you do…” My words stuck in my mouth when I saw the lights coming from the back of the greenhouse.
As I walk in, small bouquets of flowers are situated along the main corridor, I narrow my eyes taking in one, it took me a couple of seconds realizing the bouquets are conformed of heartseases, opium poppies, bignonias and marigolds.
As I keep walking, I realize the back curtain is slightly open; the warm light coming from that spot, so I removed it carefully.
He is there.
Joe is standing surrounded by flowers and Christmas lights.
“Happy new year.” He smirks, extending his arms.
Raising my hands full of bouquets he rolls his eyes.
“I don't think about that.” Both of us laughed as I gave him an attempt to hug.
“That's why you've been so quiet these days, huh?” Joe barely replay one text, my eyes seeing lights all over the place, I understand why.
“Such nice people are your grandparents” I see a small table where I can leave all the bouquets. “And Collin that helps a lot too.”
That explains why my grandparents didn't call right away as they saw or heard Joe Burrow. “I couldn't make the dinner, I owe you that.”
“I feel lucky enough, I imagine you have been locked in the building since the very first hours of the day.” I put all my bouquets so I can have my arms free.
“Ha ha ha, so funny.” Joe clicks his tongue. “Come here please, I need your help.”
“Another wish? I can do that.” Joe narrows his eyes. “I'm in a row, 2 of 2.”
“That confident?” Joe nods.
I touch my jacket. “I'm healthy and warm and you already saw me.”
“I mean wearing that black dress.” Tilting my head Joe bit his lips.
“Believe me Joe, you have to work a little bit harder to see that dress.” I know I pinch his pride for the way he pouts.
“Sounds like a bet. I like that.” He shakes his head and focuses one more time.
Turning around he takes a small box. “You should light one candle, you know?”
“Omg, could you just open it?” I laughed, enjoying seeing him so exasperated.
I take the lid and see a small crystal ball, I scoff, imagine another flower, to my surprise it's just the small paper of the candle inside of it.
“What is this? Should I break it?” Joe chuckles, twisting around the ball to open it.
I unfold it, the number five in the corner.
>Please say yes.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Joe asked, making my eyes focus on his face.
My heart is beating fast enough to cloud any coherent answer.
“I know you probably think this isn't a serious thing, but for me this is so real, we just met for a short time, and… you have been a breath of fresh air every time I see you.” Joe scratches his chin. “I love flowers isn't a secret… you know what Ja’Marr asked me when a month passed since I met you?”
I shake my head. “Joe, how many flowers do you need?” Joe takes my hands one more. “My house was full of flowers, a bouquet in every corner, still, it takes me a lot to reach this point.”
“Joe… I… It's…” Dammit I can't form a phrase.
Joe squeezed my hand smiling at me. “Tak..”
“Where are the fourth and fifth candles?” I hit my temple on my mind. Really that's my answer?
Joe looks to his right at a small table, two candles are burning slowly with a gold glow.
“My fourth wish is please that I don’t shutter so much as I speak.” I cover my face with the crystal ball as I whisper. “What? I don't understand you.”
“Oh my. Yes!” Joe takes the ball off my face. “Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes.”
I jumped to hug him, he quickly lifted me from the ground, kissing me.
“No, no, put me down.” He raised his eyebrows. “I want to have a healthy QB to hug when you win the championship.”
“You're so...” I shut him down, kissing him tenderly.
“I guess I have to rush all my preparations” My useless attempt to go down failed one more time.
“Rush?” I side eye to him as I notice dahlia between the small lights, so accurate, after all we are making a compromise.
I surround his neck with my arms. “I was thinking of moving to Cincinnati after summer.”
His eyes move from my lips to my eyes. “Now probably, just probably think of doing it sooner.”
Joe cleared his throat. “You know if you need a place to stay, I can make you a space in my house.”
I give him a small peck, feeling his grip on my thighs trembling, not for the lack of strength just because he's trembling.
“Mhm, what about for quite a long time? I don't want to be the third wheel with Lilian.” Joe laughs, his rich laugh.
“Right, that will be awkward.” He fakes thinking. “Are you a good roommate?”
I hit his chest softly. “You won't have any complaints.”
One more kiss, this time more saccharine and consuming; I understand now what Lilian said, it's like we built a world just for us.
“I love to have you with me.” Joe smiles right to my lips.
I kiss his forehead. “Deal.”
What a way of beginning the year, after all Mr. McNeil has right after all, love comes right through our door
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A/N: Omg, I just took a more detailed view to the full series and I’m blown away by the response. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed from the very first flower until the last. 🌸
I’m preparing something… special? or at least that's what I believe, anyway, wait for it!
I’ll write to you soon!🍒
#joe burrow#joe shiesty#fic#fanfic#joe burrow bengals#joe burrow fic#joe x reader “joe burrow fan fic#joe brrr
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Jude's Twisted Tale Dark IF : SE & Main Story Mini Lore Dissection
Just a brief post about the event lore and how it was executed in his route. I could write about a ton of things I noticed, but I'll spare you. I've selected a few main points that I think are important. This will contain major route spoilers, so please move on if you don't want to be spoiled. As always, this is just my opinion regarding how the lore was applied, all viewpoints are valid.
So, Jude's story was quite important for route lore, and if you missed it then I'm sure you'll be able to find it on YT.
So, how does it correlate regarding his route?
Children •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude and Kate met in the past and he made a promise to her. Main story: There are two children and a promise is made, but Kate is not that child.
Research •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude is researching a way to cure Kate's illness. Main Story: Jude is researching aerospace engineering & developing a rocket ship capable to flying to the moon.
The Promise •ʚଓ Event Lore: A promise he made to Kate a long time ago to save her from death. Main Story: A promise he made to someone other than Kate to take them to the moon.
Time •ʚଓ Event Lore: Time is not impossible to turn back. Time magic exists. Past, present and future are all tangled together, connecting countless words. Time marches on mercilessly as Kate tries to break her curse
Main Story: Time is not able to be turned back. Time magic/travel doesn't exist, Jude can't go back to retrieve what he's lost. Time travel may not exist, but space travel is a possibility, which would connect Jude to another world once he reaches the moon. Time marches on mercilessly for Jude as he tries to fulfill his promise to the one he made it to.
Fairies •ʚଓ Event Lore: Fairies are rare creatures with outstanding abilities that are often the source of international conflicts. They are targeted, and their deaths give an opposing country military advantage. Fairies can easily overthrow a government with power, and the fairies who refuse to join the military are imprisoned and killed.
Main Story: Obviously, his curse is the 13th fairy, but Jude is extremely intelligent and highly skilled in many things, and because of the cycle of hatred that he voluntarily enters in, he is often targeted 24/7. With the knowledge that Jude possesses in terms of his research in aerospace engineering, he has very lethal technology in his hands. Although his intentions are pure and endearing rather than sinister, a coalition between three groups work against Jude after he repeatedly refuses to give up his research. He is imprisoned and tortured by the military, waiting to be killed.
Death •ʚଓ Event Lore: Jude the fairy is okay with dying over a promise, feeling he's lived long enough. He is able to save Kate from death as he promised.
Main Story: While a part of Jude was determined to live in spite of the world for the longest time, he is exhausted and really just wants to give up. Even his promise - the only thing he has left - isn't enough of an anchor for him anymore. The one whom he promised to protect died as he was unable to save them.
Overall, I loved Jude's SE route. It's very fairytale-like, very sweet, funny in some areas, devastating and romantic to me. The hole I felt in my heart over the overwhelming feelings of loss they both felt in bitter end...it's so relatable. I mean we've all most likely lost someone in our lives, and haven't been quite the same haven't we?
The way they took his route lore and twisted it to fit his whacky tale in the event is superb! And to me it just goes to show how far out the main stories are actually planned and written. To me that feels like excellent planning and execution. Some may feel differently and that's okay, but this is my take on it.
To be frank, I think that all the stories in the Twisted Tale series so far are wonderful in their own way......I really like the name Dark IF actually. Twisted Tale sounds weird to me.
Can't wait for the next set of Dark IF Tales!
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.⋆。゚ Art vs Artist 2024! ⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
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It's my first time doing art vs artist, but I thought it'd be a nice opportunity to see how it looks! My style has been so inconsistent this year (thanks multiple style crises), but I am proud of a few pieces. Mostly. I seem to use similar techniques and colors a lot, but I guess that's the point of an art style anyway. Everything up here is cropped a bit since I don't draw at a 1:1 ratio usually. If this is your first time seeing my work, I love The Legend of Zelda and Zelink!
Thanks for another fun year of art! ^^ Some stats below:
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I remember drawing this on the announcement day, within a few hours! It's my first post to surpass 1k!
My second post to surpass 1k!
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...trends work
i need to repost this with type instead of handwriting
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I want to redraw this one, even if it's not very canon
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I will continue to change how I draw her
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I tried a slightly different look here, I think it's kinda cute!
A tie!
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Two pieces are in this post! I love Classic Zelink, so I was trying to figure out how I wanted to draw them. :) I have a lot of drawings of them to come...
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I've really been trying to figure out how I want to do backgrounds on my doodle pages. And how to draw TP Zelda properly. Still haven't figured either out, if you're wondering.
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So much from EoW... I jumped on that hype so fast, it's the Zelda game I've only ever dreamed about!! ♡ Still kind of surprised nothing from Linktober is up here, though, considering it was all the better stuff. ^^" There are a few pieces I never finished this year, also... maybe 2025 will be their year!
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Small announcement - I got a private commission I'm working on at the moment, but soon they will be entirely open again! I do character art and designs if you're interested! ^^
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#art vs artist#art versus artist#art v artist#zelink#zelda fanart#tloz fanart#loz fanart#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#loz#tloz#princess zelda#zelda#fanart#eow spoilers#echoes of wisdom spoilers#major echoes of wisdom spoilers#echoes of wisdom#artists on tumblr#tears of the kingdom#totk#my art#zelink fanart#artist wrapped#art wrapped#digital art#digital artist#ibis paint x#ibispaint#nintendo
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📓📓📓!!!
Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
my current daydream of choice has been of what might happen when the m9 return to Exandria and reunite with Essek. I don’t want to put in the effort of writing-writing it, so I am using this ask as an excuse to list it all out like I’ve been wanting to:
m9 do a little plane shift-plane shift back to Exandria proper. exact location largely irrelevant but most recently I have been sticking them in the Blooming Grove because Caduceus is probably going to be the one casting it and it’s a nice spot to recuperate.
after regaining his bearings, Caleb pulls out a Sending Stone. He doesn’t have to look for it or even think about where it is. He always has this one, and it’s always the closest at hand. (oh shoot the message I came up with the other night didn’t save in my brain because I was half asleep but it was like 17 or 18 words and it was good trust me)
“We have returned—mission successful, all of us in one piece. At the Blooming Grove. See you soon.”
Almost immediately, there is a whoosh a dozen or so feet away, and the Mighty Nein turn to see the familiar form of Seth Domade, who starts running towards them. And as he’s running, the disguise melts away into the even more familiar face of Essek Thelyss. He barrels through the group directly to Caleb and gives him a biiiig kiss and a big hug. He pulls back and looks him over. “Are you alright?”
“I am fine. Our friends took very good care of me.”
“Good.” Another kiss, another hug.
At that point, it’s just general reunion stuff—Essek says that it’s good to see them, he congratulates them on their success, Jester hugs him—but he’s pretty much glued to Caleb’s side the whole time.
Maybe he sets up the tower so they all can have a slumber party before they continue on their way. I imagine it looks almost exactly like Caleb’s tower (because they know each other’s magic nearly as well as their own), except for a few Essek touches, like spectral cats being a black-purple color instead of amber.
and that’s basically it. there’s no good ending for it, which is also why I’m not going to write it out properly. the concept is just an excuse to think about a dramatic shadowgast reunion kiss :) and I love that for me :)
#I think running kisses are one of the few dramatic romantic tropes that I get unironically hype about no questions asked#the big showy acts of romance tend to get cringe for me really quick but this one doesn’t this one’s just great#critical role#shadowgast#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#eve’s writing#ask game#anon ask#answered ask
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The little pout only earned her a lifted brow, a slightly harder edge to the set of his features as he quietly urged her to do as commanded without fuss. Of course she did, soon leaving his side to grab her bag. Meanwhile, Declan took the time to give Tim his instructions, his eyes following the redhead across the room - just to make sure a certain actor didn't suddenly notice and decide to make his move while he and Cora were apart. He felt quite certain that would not end well.
Luckily, Cora made her way to and fro without incident and Declan hung up on Tim just as she came back into his vicinity, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "I set aside my evening for you, love. Whether we spend it here or elsewhere is unimportant. No, actually, elsewhere would be preferable." He cast a look about the room, shaking his head at the peacocking of it all. New money, he internally scoffed. Then he placed a hand on the small of her back. "Your patience," his lips twitched with intent, an edge of promise in his gaze, "you can save for later." Then it was gone, the hint of something decidedly improper, and he spoke evenly once more. "Besides, I think Tim will appreciate having the rest of the night off to spend with his wife."
Gently, he then began guiding her through the crowd with just a gentle directive touch at her back. He moved with purpose, and yet managed to steer clear of any would-be collisions along the way, getting outside without much notice... until the hoard of photographers outside caught sight of them. Declan released a sigh, took a moment to locate Tim with the car, and then sped up his pace to get himself and Cora out of the spotlight. Tim had the door open and ready when they arrived, and Declan was quick to direct Cora inside. He followed himself soon after, releasing another sigh once the door was closed, muffling the bustle of people outside.
He took out his phone without looking at Cora, picked out a number and brought the phone to his ear without a word. The phone rang twice before being picked up by what Cora would be able to identify was a female voice, though she couldn't hear the words on the other end. "Hey," he greeted, waiting for a bit to listen to what was said on the other end. Then: "Yes, exactly as expected." A pause as the car began moving. "Hmm, no. I don't expect anything, but make sure Clarissa is on it." Another pause, longer this time. "No, I'll speak with Marcus myself later tonight."
Declan's gaze finally shifted to Cora as he quieted once more, the intensity of his gaze full of promise and completely at odd with the even tone of his voice. "Good. Thank you, Quinn." Another pause, very brief. "See you in the morning." Then he finally hung up, his eyes still on Cora. He patted his lap. "Come here."
For the record, for whatever reason, in this moment, him calling her a good girl was almost enough to make her go feral. It wasn't an isolated incident, it wasn't new, but goddamn did all of her want twist and turn into need all too suddenly. The desire rushed at her, like a wave, taking her off kilter, necessitating a moment to collect herself, to figure out how to react, what to do with all of the physical need she suddenly felt.
This was one part of their dynamic she didn't care for. She felt so much, and sometimes she just needed to touch, to kiss, to show those feelings instead of talking about them. She wanted to grab him, to kiss him harder, to show him how much she needed him, show him what he did to her, and it was frustrating to think she shouldn't, to ultimately not.
As always, there wasn't enough time to focus on the frustration, the need rising up again, the base of her brain where her instincts were housed taking control. She waited, feeling like she couldn't breathe, the anticipation of his answer a heady kind of feeling. The way he touched her was only amplifying her desire, and she was trying so hard to push it away. Then he was cutting her loose and she full on pouted at the disconnection.
Grabbing her bag was quick work, but also a long enough break that she had time to think it over. This was silly, she felt dramatic and silly for getting him to come out just to try to take him away so soon. "We don't have to leave. I don't want you to feel like you wasted your time tonight. I just..." Sucking in a deep breath, she was trying not to laugh at herself. "I just really, really wanna show you how much I appreciate you, and I don't think these folks would be happy bein' present for how I plan to do that." At the present moment, she wanted to eat him alive. "I can be patient, though."
#see this got too long... sigh#also packed it with too much but i just... sigh#sorry? :#*declan thread*#*declan: cora warren 002*#aftermiiidniiight
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The Second Watcher of the Dark Cacao kingdom had only been meant to guard the door while King Dark Cacao Cookie spoke with Pure Vanilla Cookie after the other ancient gave an abrupt visit.
What he hadn't expected was for the king to suddenly shout out midway through the conversation, loud enough that despite the thick chocolate walls, the Second Watcher could make out each word of it.
...What had Pure Vanilla Cookie told the king to make the normally stoic leader say such a thing about the normally calm healer?
...The Second Watcher wasn't sure he wanted to know.
#Got an appearance of the Second Watcher(Which despite it not being said here I personally headcanon his name to be Caramel Drizzle)#Normally I tend to like the idea of Dark Cacao having a soft spot for Pure Vanilla#Normally such a thing would apply here too#But this is also just a little bit of a something in the new AU thing I'm cooking up that still lacks a name#And PV just kinda#Actually#That might be spoilers.#Tbh I have no clue how exactly I want to go about revealing things(as in chronologically or just whenever I think of them)#I've planned out generally what PV said to make Cacao react that way#But I think I'll save that for another time#Maybe it could have a perspective from their side of the door?#Also: If you're wondering where Caramel Arrow is#And why she isn't the one guarding the door instead#It's actually because good ol' Carrow is with the two ancients in that room#Just a little detail as to why I chose the second watcher to be guarding the door and not the first :)
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my theory for soc 3 is that it's gonna open with a zoyalai wedding, and the crows are just there cause nikolai likes them, and then someone fucks up and then the plot actually starts.
#then if another crow dies i'll just try and think of this and feel not at all better but also a bit happy at the same time???#i know fully well that i make no sense#grishaverse#six of crows#six of crows 3#save shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#zoya nazyalensky#zoyalai#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#matthias helvar#nina zenik
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"Perhaps I should assume control... Just out of curiosity, if you were in control–" "I'd shut up and kiss you." ... "It's funny, I don't feel in control." BOSTON LEGAL 5.11 "Juiced" (Deleted scene)
#gd damn. happy birthday to me I guess#james spader#alan shore#boston legal#favorite#*#onscreenkisses#he just DEVOURS#so hungry and needy and desperate and generous and... thorough#just watching this I can feel his tongue down my throat. who told him to do all that#that's what I was saying the other day!!! a spader on-screen kiss is..... not like other kisses#remember that thing jim said about how as an actor you really have to feel what your character feels#if your characters are in love you have to fall a little bit in love with your costar. I think he really does every time. he's so giving#and it's simultaneously just his job. hmm thinking things#that I'll save for another time. when I'm not distracted by how hot this is
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new headdress I'm working on for my shop. Lambkin, the pet name varré gives us in elden ring, is such a cute word. The pink yarn is very light against the cream, it's hard to capture but it "blushes" in light, almost disappearing under certain angles and light! Accented with antique lace, and it'll have a gorgeous matching ribbon and bows.
I haven't posted any personal work in a while so here's something I'm taking time on for myself ^-^
#Making egl garments has been a long time dream of mine... imagine I had cute little sleepgarden brand tags#Maybe someday..#I'm going to be more realistic with my pricing going forward too. I have two other pieces planned#But im going to release things one by one as I make then instead of saving them to post multiple at a time I think.#Esp since I have less time lately. Anyways#I have another needlepoint that says pluto because I've been loving that word. It's so fun to say#It's in a delft blue colour in a different font. It'll probably be a belt cover#Idk who would want something that says pluto on it but I'll throw it out there for any planet and roman mythos fans lol#Okay enough rambling. I've been going through it. As always. My work has been falling behind though. It's nice to have something to share!#Goodnight ♡
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I Feel TFOne Could've Handled This Better...
Hot take but I feel like folks have been really generous with the take that OP was unable to find ~the perfect words~ in the heat of the moment (and thus should be given some grace) when he told D to stand down and "not be like Sentinel"... namely cuz I don't feel that the narrative supports this?
Like-- after all is said and done, OP doesn't reflect on that part of their split. He doesn't have a moment where he seeks validation or voices his regrets over the choice of his words, it's actually cut-and-dry. The narrative (as it stands) supports that OP saw D-16 acting up, so he called him out and stood on business, down to the last scenes where he's basically like "yeah it's a shame but y'all knew I had to do it to 'em."
It didn't have to be much! I'm not saying to absolve Megs, just show OP looking at things from a different perspective/contemplating a bit on that tough choice and the morality of the moment. Some examples of what I wish we had:
B-127 straight up blurting the obvious by later chatting with Orion like, "Wait so you told your best friend that he was acting just as bad as the guy who enslaved us for our entire lives and was torturing him like an hour ago? Oof. Seems kinda harsh." Then have some of OP's regret show on his face.
OP asking Elita-1 after Megs is banished if he did the right thing. Have Elita back his choice up, saying, "You should have seen what he did after you were... gone. It was terrifying. I know it was tough, but you made the right call." OP is grateful for the support, but a conflicted look still flashes across his face before he steels himself to look out towards the horizon... and the future.
Have OP walk past other mechs/former miners who didn't go with the High Guard saying stuff like, "Wish I could've given Sentinel a piece of my mind!" "Yeah, but I'm glad he's gone for good." "Ugh I miss everything." "Oh, it was crazy! Megatron picked him up and then he rrrrriiipped-- oops, hey there, Mr. Optimus... Prime... sir?" And have OP wave hello, looking a bit sick when they leave.
Post-credits scene with Starscream going on and on, asking Megs when they'll be back to teach the upstart Prime a lesson. Megs grabs his face to shut him up. "Patience, Starscream. The Prime thinks I'm no better than Sentinel... but I'll show him. He wants Iacon? He can have it. In the meantime we'll take the rest of the planet! Then I'll come back, crush Prime under my heel, and we'll take Iacon too. Sentinel's reign will barely be a footnote, because I'm about to become Optimus Prime's worst nightmare." The vocal performance would really need to sell this-- like picture Megs saying something like that from a place of anger and hurt, not so much a place of genuine evil or malice.
Basically instead of Orion's assertion being backed up as black and white/good vs bad, I wish we had some different opinions/reactions from the characters sprinkled in there. Like you can't tell me out of allllll the miners who weren't strong enough/willing to go with the High Guard and ended up sticking around that NONE of them were like "eyyo honestly?? Kiiiiinda glad Sentinel is dead. Wish I could have helped, tbh." like come onnnnn...
And you can't even argue that he's not an active threat-- I don't think everyone would see things that way! It's not just about the threat he physically has, but the threat he represents and is very likely to act upon if given the opportunity! He has a proven track record of not only being sneaky and conniving, but also capable of dealing some serious damage/killing people bigger and stronger than him, plus he has the backing of the Quints. All he'd need to do is wriggle his way out of jail and run off to his sponsors, then he'd probably be back to hurt more people! (If the Quints didn't just kill him out of incompetence lmao). There's a lot of "ifs" here, but I think it's a valid argument that not everyone would agree on what is the right or wrong way to handle Sentinel once he was down long enough to, like, do something about him.
I feel the situation needed a bit of nuance. In some way I wish they had kicked the can and had D and Orion bicker while Sentinel escaped, then have D get frustrated enough by the loss of Sentinel to point fingers (and his fusion canon) at Orion, who then falls and becomes OP. (Megs could still show some of thar emotion/remorse right after he does it too.) Not only would this open the door for a sequel, but tbh the Quint might have just killed Sentinel anyways and sought to deal with the miners uprising themselves lol. (Maybe that could have been an after credits scenes too instead of the B-127 bit??)
Would love to see a moment in a sequel where they have a calmer moment after arguing for a bit. Have OP mention how Megs was out of line, that it hurt and even scared him to see him act that way, and Megs can quietly point out "you said I was as bad as Sentinel... is that really how you see me? After everything we went through?"
Then OP can fumble the bag again lmao like "D, I... I'm sorry, that didn't come out right... but you still took things way too far..."
"Why am I not surprised-- your opinion is what matters the most! Maybe that's why you became a Prime, since you're so good at acting like the world revolves around you--!"
*gets interrupted by someone else before another yelling match ensues*
#rambling#transformers one#tf one#tfo#i'll be honest a lot of this stems from how rushed i felt the last like... 3rd of the movie feels#i feel Optimus is so dismissive of Megs!! like basically the whole movie but ESPECIALLY after coming back to life as a Prime???#your best friend is Going Through It. clearing having an Emotional Breakdown.#He drops you. In the moment it mattered most he chose violence... but notice what he says right before that?#Megs says ''I'm done saving you''#Like??? y'all don't wanna delve into that a little more?????#i half expected Optimus to pop up and be like ''excuse me. i wasn't done talking. what Did You Mean By That??''#instead he comes up and IMMEDIATELY has already written off this entire relationship as well.#Megs dropped him. it was a aplit second decision. we see in the movie D leaning into these bad impulses.#Orion is supposed to mature gradually so he's more level-headed by the end. why does that equate to abandoning the friendship??#why does he suddenly wanna drop Megs too? wouldn't this be the time for ''please listen to me'' part 2?#''it doesn't matter who has the matrix. we can make a change for the better! please listen to me'' etc#also minor nitpick but lmao why was OP Talking Like That after becoming Prime?#like he goes from ''haha hey guys hows it goin'' to ''You have used your gifts for Evil and Betrayed the entire planet''#babes what. Cybertron?? we went on a 2 day road trip on foot the fuck you know about Cybertron.#like betrayed Iacon maybe but idk maybe the guys in Tarn would be cool with Megs you dont know! lmao!#if my friend and I had beef and they started talking to me like the queen of england i would literally ask where they got their soapbox.#ohhhh you think you're morally superior? stop speaking for the whole planet lmao!! already named prime and letting it go to his head!!#strange dieties lying in the core of the planet distributing magic baubles that bring you back to life#is no basis for picking a planetary leader#this has been Orion Was Right: The Movie#when i wish there was a bit more.#maybe another 20-30 min would have helped me idk hhhhh#but Megs turn felt sooooo fast... then things just kept escalating from there.#''some transformations are permanent'' sir it's been like 48 hours since y'all learned you lives were a lie.#you *really* don't think Megs could ever cool down and apologize/change his mind?? you too??? tf???
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tbh still thinking about how Luc's whole color scheme (green, yellow, orange) is like the Veth/Caleb color scheme and how 🥹 I am about the obvious influence Caleb has had on Luc, almost in equal measure to his parents', at least visually in the art (the matching flame & crossbow bottle caps, the flame shoe, the book holster right above his mother's crossbow, the green, yellow, and orange beads in the necklace, etc)
#ngl it took me like a full day of looking at his art to figure out what I was reacting to in it was the green/yellow/orange color scheme#and being like oh! those are the caleb and veth colors all put together!#and now I can't stop thinking about that#anyway#the mighty nein#critical role#luc brenatto#I have other Insane People thoughts about this but I'll save those for another time
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i have successfully made malanga fritters from In Stars and Time and God are they good bros
#in stars and time#food#i tried making them literally right after we discovered. what they Were. and that they were siffrin's favorite thing ever#and they were good! but not blows your mind kind of good. no heavenly smell. just normal smell#i tried a second attempt with giraumon (or rather. an acorn squash. close enough) and also onion and vinegar n spices#bc all the recipes i found were all Different and i wanted to figure out what to do personally#and that attempt was a horrific failure and it was right before my friend and i were streaming another episode and i was so sad#i realized that the addition of new ingredients introduced too much water and it was way too wet#even after draining a lot of the liquid it couldn't really be saved#also i think the oil was too hot. i nearly did the same thing here but i turned it down before they got too burnt#but yeah! i'll try at least one more time with the squash again but i wanted to get the flavors right#and the secret was Adobo Seasoning#i still am on the fence abt putting in vinegar cuz. having mayo as a dipping sauce really elevates it djdgdjd#it's creamy and has the vinegar acidic bite to it that this needs! and it's so good dude#i did make these ones pretty salty though. whoops dhdgdj they were undersalted last time and now it's too much lol
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how it feels to find song lyrics that fit your OC perfectly:
#“I'm my father's stubborn daughter; and I am no gentle lover. Only crown I wear is loyalty.” CHIMERA. CHIMERA. CHIMERA. CHIMERA.#for context chimera is my dearest nemesis daughter. sometimes I despise her but she's still my oc of FOUR YEARS.#“lover” in a platonic sense because she doesn't experience romantic attraction#“only crown i wear is loyalty” she is the only person from the main cast of the story she's from that isn't royalty#she is very stubborn. it is incredibly hard to change her opinions; especially those on other people.#she holds grudges for unfathomable amounts of time and she generally just isn't willing to trust people in the first place#she shows large amounts of loyalty towards the handful of people that she does trust and is very overprotective#sometimes even to a violent extent although she barely gets to act upon said violent nature due to other characters' interference#the above ties back to “only crown i wear is loyalty”#her issues with trust are slightly derived from the fact that she was taught at a very young age that she must save herself. she cannot#rely on other people. that other people were unpredictable; dangerous.#she shows affection in ways that could be perceived as strange by others because she never learned how to properly express love#towards those who she cared for. sorry for the rant i literally have no one to rant about her to#she's part of a private story that me and my best friend are working on#i really wish i could share more about her but i dont know if my friend would let me#anyways fun fact about her she is a genetic chimera#i will provide to you a simple definition from my understanding of it#genetic chimerism is when an individual has a population of cells in their body that are genetically distinct from the rest; the individual#has more than one set of DNA. about the unfortunate coincidence with her name i came up with the idea of her being a chimera#much after i had named her and my best friend had already gotten used to the name so ummm#to be specific she is a tetragametic chimera; meaning that in the womb she originally had a twin but when they were zygotes#[fertilized egg cell] the other zygote somehow died and was absorbed by the zygote that would eventually develop into Chimera.#this resulted in her having two separate sets of DNA— that of her own and of her twin that never was.#i'd just like to get this out of the way because i've seen people think this. albeit it was in another fandom that i saw this misconception#with another chimeric character. she. did. not. kill. her. twin. her twin died due to unknown causes as a zygote. a cell.#now that that's out of the way there's a really interesting form of tetragametic chimerism that is also related to Chimera herself#it's called 46 XX/46 XY chimerism. if you know anything about chromosomes you could most likely guess what it's about but I'll explain#46 XX/46 XY chimerism occurs when the two zygotes that fused possessed opposite sex chromosomes— one with XX and one with XY#feel free to do some research on it for yourself#if you read all of this just know that. i. love. you. so. sosososososososo much [platonic] thankk you so much for reading my ramble
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