#Major bothers her moots

[majorproblems77]

Can I join the blanket fort and pay the sweets toll later? Been at work all day but I can pay the toll tomorrow? 🥺

Beloved, the snack tax is for those who want to bring something along with them, it ain't mandatory. I'll get you some cookies and a hot drink, you put your feet up and vibe with us! :D

[majorproblems77]

>:3

Chaossssss :D

Hey trippy Trippy guess what?

BOOP! :D

WHA

NOOOOOOOOO IVE BEEN BOOPED! How dare ye >:(

Get booped back >:3

[majorproblems77]

*shaking you by the shoulders*

HOW DO I EVIL BOOP?

:D

Super boop with extra spins (3 total)

[scribe-of-stories]

Get to Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Was poked by the wonderful co-writers of Sunset @sunset-a-story and @touloserlautrec. Go read their posts here and here!

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A short eternity (first post is mid 2022)

What led you to create it? Was very bored at work and wanted to share some recent stories. Also I had never tried social media before, it this looked like the most interesting place to try it.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? Getting to see other people's imagination unfiltered. I've read plenty of great works before, but it was definitely an entertaining first to see the author later publicly say "this is my favorite little guy, can't wait till the next time he suffers."

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? I constantly feel like I'm bothering people and or feel self conscious when talking about me/my stuff, so bare with me hah.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Just some really unhinged stuff about y'alls stories. I want to open my phone and see someone discussing the seven major heresies dictated by some cabal of priests only to later realize "oh, this is someone's fever dream, not a history lesson".

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today? Interact more, take up the offer of "open tags" on other people's posts. Also throw your ideas onto the table for other's to look at, we all seem to love just watching someone go off about something they love.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? Been in a bit of a writing drought. Lexical is always getting worked on, more so the TTRPG stuff than any story right now though. I've had a few projects pop into my mind and leave over the past while. Have a cluster of characters I can't get out of my head, but no narrative or setting to properly put them into. A god of violence and the man that cut her out of himself, a cultish vampire philosopher and his favorite little guy (little guy has a knife). Surely something will come of this, or they'll continue to just exist in one-off stories in my own head. Amber Hill, specifically The Lawman, is still somewhere in here but it's been struggling to come out for a while. Been trying to find Lars' voice as a POV character.

How long have you been working on them? I've been working on something based in Lexical since mid 2022 (huh, exactly around I first posted here); the other guys are new and only a few months old at most.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? Lexical is a can of worms. The short answer is that my irl DnD group wanted to play something more free form and creative leaning than what our 5e campaign was allowing, so I said fuck it and started homebrewing a system based in a world I have vague ideas about. The long answer is that Lexical is a sequel to a Pathfinder campaign titled "Demis", which was about fantasy super heroes. It was heavily inspired by My Hero, Worm, and inescapably Homestuck. So when it came time to make a whole new system for these same players I took some concepts that worked in Demis, applied some occult-adjacent philosophy I was/am into, and ended up with my years long passion project. Atem and Sadaf were born out of my growing need to explore violence as a concept, philosophy, and inescapable existential crisis. The Vampire and his thrall Ish spawned out of a desire to have a toxic romance to think about. And AmberHill was inspired by a desire to create something cozy and occulty. Ended up being SCP adjacent but maintained the idea of a small community that cares about itself.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? Lexical- not enough, I'm lucky I have at least some productive thoughts throughout the day. Atem- too much, his tired ass sat down in my head and I've been too polite to ask him to leave.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? "Urban Fantasy with science fiction elements"

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)? "My dissertation on the semi-real building blocks of both physical and social reality, also wizards punching people."

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created. We've got the original Lexical boy Samuel Smith, Atem and Sadaf who you've already heard of, Lars DuPont from Amberhill.

Who’s the most unhinged? Sadaf.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write? For whatever reason Samuel's self-loathing PI perspective just comes very natural and is maybe someone I should write more about.

Do you ever cringe at them? Nah

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? Depends, my mind does not wonder so much that I don't feel like I am ever not in control. But who I am able to focus on tends to be a matter of debate.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? Yes absolutely. Characters, worlds, magic systems; I'll rant about any of them given the chance.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? A combination of preferred genre (urban fantasy), shared interest (books/games/table top). Also if they have Scribe as part of their name it's just an auto follow.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle? There's a few. The telepaths from Sunset and their many ways of being terrifying are the first that come to mind. Since I already mentioned the scribes I'll go ahead and tag @scribe-cas , @covenscribe and leave the rest of the tag open. Here is an empty template

[rubatozis]

moots and mythostumblr visitors please consider (long read but hear me out PLEASE-):

a mythos webcomic that takes place in a kind-of-modernized underworld in which, as elysium is becoming more dangerous due to the restlessness of its inhabitants (majority being previous heroes with a thirst for battling, and probably killing too) resulting in them turning a bit... violent and chaotic, orpheus is getting tired of staying there. he has been separated from eurydice because hades decided she wasn't worth of being in elysium while orpheus was, so orpheus is in big sad mode (trying to cope but not really succeeding).

almost as if it was fate (prob was), one night he's saved by achilles, and eventually they learn they are in the same exact situation (he got separated from patroclus). orpheus then convinces achilles they need to do something about this, and they decide to go on a trip to the house of hades to ask him to a-) change their realms so that they can spend eternity with their lovers and b-) stop all the bs that's happening in elysium.

but hades doesn't wish to be bothered about these kinds of matters. in fact, this alone will not make charon take them to the house. so they do what they gotta do! they leave elysium. illegally. and then proceed to be chased by the underworld's surveillance guards who are no other than the heroes that were turned into constellations, which includes!! heracles!! he hates achilles for, his words, "stealing his spot of best hero of the greeks" (this hatred is one-sided) and oh boy, will he do everything he can to stop them on their tracks!! (there's... an additional reason of why he's so against it. wont spoil though)

in this project you could expect lots of orpheus x eurydice and patrochilles (obviously) but also heracles x hylas, icarus being a cutie patootie, theseus being rightfully called out for being a piece of garbage, trans achilles, and... patroclus with a cat. that can turn into a monstrous panther. her name is belladona :]

this is a thing i've been working on for the past few months, it's still in planning phase but i want to see if people vibe with it before actually investing a lot of time in this project! ^-^

(if for some reason you consider art quality to be a factor in whether you'll read a comic or not, here's some art i made for this project already:)

[koneko-pi]

Potion Pandemonium

The strangest things can bring people together.

Mean to be a series, idk how long. This is just a self-endulgent, chaotic filled story that may get a spicy ending, we'll see where it goes. I usually like to include my moots in these kinda things, so if you wanna be a little easter egg in here lemme know, but if it's weird, then ignore me...

Summary: Someone slips a special potion into the drinks at a large party and Briar is left to deal with it.

Part one.

Violin and piano played elegant tunes in a ballroom, to set the mood. With ceilings up high, held up by pillars, decorated in roses brought in by the Roselie family. Floating lanterns drifted overhead, casting warm glows down upon tables decorated in gold silverware, clear glasses and a variety of drinks or food. People dressed in ball gowns and suits milled about or danced with one another across an open space.

It was an elegant and sophisticated party to say the least, with the majority of the attendees being nobility. Anyone who wasn't was a magic knight that had been extended an invitation simply because of their occupation. Normally most of them didn't show, not wanting to be watched or judged by those in a higher class. But Nozel couldn't help but notice how many more commoners seemed to be here compared to last year.

He watched a few of the green mantis linger around the wine glass tower, talking quietly to each other as if trying to egg one another on. A couple of black bulls were also attempting to flirt with girls who obviously didn't want it, or were trying to control another friend from stealing more food than was necessary.

And yes. It did cause them to get quite a few stares from the nobility who actively tried to avoid them… He wasn't sure why they bothered to be there. No… that was wrong, he could think of one very simple reason, and it was the free food.

He sighed heavily, wondering why he himself bothered to attend. The party was meant to be a kind of… get together for the holiday: Three-Leaf-day. A day where one would give a gift to another who may have brought faith, hope or love into your life. A holiday for couples. So naturally most nobles attended in hopes of mingling with one another to find a life partner.

Something Nozel rarely ever thought about.

Sure, it was a necessity pushed upon him by family members. He was head of the Silva house after his father retired early with the death of his mother, and so it would be his responsibility to make sure the bloodline of Silva continued. His siblings could find favor with someone and have their own spawn, but it wouldn't be the same. After all, Mimosa and her brother were certainly not held to the same standard as either he or Fuegoleon, despite being cousins. They were a branch family. So him finding a wife was far more important in the eyes of their older family members, and other nobles, than say…. Solid or Noelle.

His own father had recently been pushing for it after unsavory rumors about him had been spreading around. He clicked his tongue in irritation at the memory of Solara having to come all the way to his office just to tease him over it. Sometimes he wondered what Fuegoleon saw in that woman. But she made him happy… so he wasn't about to complain too much, not unless she made visits like that regularly. He wondered for a moment if the pair of them were actually here.

"Are you going to be standing here off to the side the entire night?" A deeper, gravely tone came from Nozel's left and he had to take a deep inhale to mentally prepare himself for this encounter.

Nozel uncrossed his arms and turned to the man speaking to him. He was pale, with blue eyes that seemed to lack any form of emotion, sunken in cheeks and long hair that was white from old age. "Hello, Father." He greeted him with a small bow.

"You didn't answer my question." Lord Silva huffed in disapproval.

It had been a long time since Nozel had actually gotten along with his father. He had never really seen much of him to begin with in his adolescence, he was much more attached to his mother. But after she had passed away the gap between him and his children had only grown, leading to any of their meetings becoming unwelcome or uncomfortable. Nebra and Solid didn't even want much to do with him now.

"I'm not one for parties." Nozel responded dryly.

"How else will you meet a woman?" The man narrowed his eyes on his son. "You spend all your time in your office working. This is the only time you get out and even then it's when I force you."

Nozel did not want to deal with this right now. His father always had a way of bringing about a headache in him, especially with this specific conversation topic.

"There's actually someone I want to introduce to you."

Ah, the throbbing intensified.

Nozel watched the man gesture to a young black haired woman in a blue dress. She came walking up to them with all the grace a young noble girl should have, with chin held high and elegant movements. She grabbed her dress and gave a curtsy.

"Anna Lockheed." She greeted them. "It is a pleasure."

Nozel wasn't sure how to respond. He was too busy focusing on the ever intensifying pain at the base of his skull.

"She's the eldest daughter of lord Lockheed." His father added. "A large supporter of the Aquadeer. His other children have joined the squad but she has been looking to settle down."

"Ah."

His father glared at the obvious disinterest he was giving them. But Anna seemed undeterred. "I do apologize for this Lord Silva." She smiled kindly at him. "I know how inconvenient these kinds of moments can be within families, but even so I would still enjoy spending the evening with you, getting to know you."

Nozel clenched his jaw as he debated his next course of action. Surely he could accept this offer and be forced to waste his evening at a party he didn't want to attend with a girl he didn't care for. But his father would be placated. Or, he could do what he really wanted to do, which was tell his father to buzz off and that he wasn't looking to get married anytime soon. No matter how polite a young lady may pretend to be.

Luckily though it seemed the second option was more within his sight as he recognized obnoxiously long chestnut colored hair over by the wine tower. Any excuse to get away from this uncomfortable situation was good enough for him.

"Sorry but something seems to have come up." Nozel bowed to the young lady, now wide eyed with surprise, before swiftly turning around and making his way over to the table.

"Nozel-!"

"I didn't think you would be attending such a party." He asked the young woman, mostly to drown out the sound of his fathers angry cry.

Briar Rose turned to him. He had expected her to be even a little bit surprised he had bothered to acknowledge her presence there but she seemed rather relaxed. Maybe even a little tired.

"Ah well… When you live in Julius Basement you tend to get invited to nice things." Her tone held a hint of bitterness to it. When Nozel glanced around them he saw a few nobles quickly turn away from watching them, mostly other women suddenly hiding behind their fans or starting a sudden conversation with their partners. It was obvious to him that she had already been the target of others ragging on her presence in the party, but unlike some of the bulls who could let harsh words slide, like water off a duck's back, she was getting miffed. And likely had moved over to this table to drown her sorrows, even if just a little bit.

"You didn't have to come." He noted as he reached for a glass flute full of dark red fluid.

"I am well aware." The brunette glanced over her shoulder into the crowd of lingering nobles. "But not showing up would make us look worse than they already assume."

She must have been referring to her "squad". The group of researchers not often given credit for the advances and efforts they put into not only protecting the kingdom, but pushing its creative boundaries. Nozel came to develop an odd respect for them over the last few months working with Briar. The kingdom really wouldn't have as many useful magic tools as they did were it not for their hard work.

"What about you?" She asked as she turned to look at him. "You don't strike me as a ball kind of man."

He felt like he should have been offended, but honestly it was true. "My family demanded I attend."

"Oohh..?" She didn't smile, but the small squint of her eyes was enough for Nozel to see she was amused. "And how do you like it so far, have you gotten to dance with a lovely lady?"

Nozel let out a scoff and looked away in disapproval. Which was enough of an answer to prompt a small chuckle from the woman. "A shame." She sighed. "You look a little dashing today."

His head whipped back to her, stunned that she had given him a compliment. Normally the two were like a couple of cats ready to start a fight. Perhaps they had finally gotten comfortable with one another?

Or she was waiting for her next chance to push one of his buttons.

He couldn't help but glance down to his own outfit though. A blue and gold vest over a white top with puffy sleeves. His usual high collar and the silva emblem clasped his top buttons together. He wasn't super dressed up… perhaps she just liked things simple.

She however seemed less so, her dress was floor length and was decorated in white, gold and purple. It seemed foreign based on its design. She had her signature matching earmuffs on as well.

"Well…" He wasn't really sure how to take her compliment. Instead he brought his glass to his lips to take a drink, but as soon as the fluid entered his mouth he began sputtering and coughing.

"Nozel?" Briar's eyes went wide with surprise as he struggled to breath for a moment. She quickly took the glass from him and moved to pat his back a few times.

The man swallowed what he could of the liquid in his mouth then controlled his coughing. "I'm okay-" he held a hand up to her. "I'm okay…"

"What was that about?" Briar asked, her face now changing to utter confusion. "That came out of nowhere."

"I was just shocked by the drink." Nozel took several clean inhales of air to make sure his windpipe was clear.

"This?" Briar lifted the glass and looked it over. It looked like wine to her.

"It's sweet, it caught me off guard..."

She raised an eyebrow at him before she took a sip of his glass.

He gave her a look of mild disgust to share the same glass as him, but he was glad his reaction wasn't too far fetched as she managed to swallow one mouthful before she recoiled away. "My god it's like liquid sugar!"

Nozel turned to the table and all of the other glasses. He picked up another and gave it a quick sniff, his nose being assaulted by the same sickeningly sweet scent. "What is this?"

"I thought it was supposed to be wine." Briar's tongue swiped across her lips as she also looked irritated, which was surprising. The woman consumed copious amounts of sugary treats daily, so what was it about this drink that had even her in a state of disgust?

They glanced around at the others, and while no one but them was currently drinking, there were plenty of unfinished glasses across tables.

"Whoever picked out this drink clearly made a mistake." Rather than leave the unfinished glass Briar turned to a potted plant nearby and dumped the rest of the drink into its dirt. Leaving the now empty glass on the table. "What now? I was kind of looking forward to a drink."

Honestly, so was Nozel. He could still feel his fathers burning gaze on the back of his head and a glass of wine would have been nice to dull his senses.

"Want to see if the kitchen is nearby?" Nozel glanced at Briar as she already had turned to walk away. "I mean unless you'd rather dance or something?"

"No." He responded quickly. At least this way he would be out of the crowd. "Please, lead the way."

Finding the kitchen had not been hard at all. Asking a servant for directions and flashing Nozel's status was all the pair needed to get proper directions. So now with a new Wine bottle in hand and a few clean glasses they walked down a hallway looking for a place to settle and drink peacefully.

The hallway was as nice as the ballroom had been. A crimson carpeted floor with wooden walls and a carefully carved baseboard. A couple of paintings hung on the walls of important individuals but neither mage really cared to stop and look.

"Rosé wine?" Briar read the label in a curious tone. She was more distracted by the bottle in her hand than anything.

"The Roselie are famous for that wine." Nozel told her as he watched her closely.

"Charlotte's family makes wine?"

"You don't know?" They turned down the quiet hallway, not really sure of their destination at this point. "It's how they got their status. They own almost all the vineyards in the Noble realm."

"I see…" the brunette held the wine glasses out to Nozel, who took them, and then began trying to pray the cork out with her fingers.

"Don't be a savage…" he sighed and held his free hand up, liquid metal coming to form a corkscrew in his palm.

"Oh." She stared at it before smiling and taking it. "Thank you~"

"...You're welcome…"

With swift stab, twist and pull Briar had the bottle freed to let the aroma of bitter wine overtake them. "Oh now that smells much better than the other wine."

"Aren't you a little impatient?" Nozel criticized her despite holding both glasses out, which she filled.

"Well if the Roselie family provided all the drinks tonight I want to see if this is any better than that liquid heart attack in the ballroom." The woman took her glass and clinked it against his before taking a drink. "Oh, and it is." Much better, how wine should properly taste.

And while Nozel wanted to take a proper drink of good wine himself, he found himself distracted by her glass. More specifically, the lipstick print she had left behind on it. She didn't usually wear makeup…

His eyes flicked up to her face, still reading the bottle's information, and he saw she was decorated subtly with makeup. A bit of eyeshadow that was just a few shades darker than her eye color. A swipe of eyeliner, dusting of blush and the soft pink color of her lipstick, now smudged slightly from her drink…

"Hey Nozel-" she turned to him suddenly and it wasn't till then he realized he had been leaning towards her. Their noses almost touching as she stood there mildly shocked to find him up in her face. "Uh…"

But he didn't move to back away, his mind felt anxious over what he was doing, it was abnormal for him. 'Was she always this pretty, or smelled this nice?' Was it perfume? It smelled just like a flower garden…

His body refused to move, if anything he leaned in a little more.

And she didn't stop him…

Whomp-

Crash-

The pair jolted apart, eyes wide and faces flushed as they both turned to look at a door. Whatever atmosphere between them had broken immediately after hearing something break beyond the walls.

"What was that?" Briar asked, and she wasn't quite sure if she was referring to their moment or the sounds they had just heard.

Nozel took the opportunity to separate himself from her, now feeling in his right mind, and advanced on the door. His hand quickly closed on the doorknob and forced it open.

There was the sound of bickering women in a small study but as soon as Nozel made his presence known they silenced themselves.

"Charlotte?" Briar peaked in behind Nozel, her breath across his neck sent an odd shiver down his spine and he quickly side stepped so she could have room in the wide doorway.

The bickering women in question were Charlotte Roselie, dressed elegantly in a blue gown with flower embroidery, and a black bull Briar recognized as Cybil. A purple haired woman in a form-fitted black and gold dress. They both looked furious for whatever reason, their shoulders heaving from what must have been an intense argument. Between them was a flower vase, utterly shattered with flowers all over the floor and water soaking into the carpet. An end table was not too far either, knocked over from whatever spat they must have been having.

"...what is going on?" Nozel asked, he slowly moved to put his wine glass down on a nearby cabinet.

"None of your business." Charlotte snapped at him with a nasty tone, much to his surprise. He always knew she was aggressive towards men, but she always held respect towards her fellow captains at the very least.

Suddenly being talked down to by her made his blood boil. "Well it seems to have gotten out of control." He nodded towards the broken vase.

"I said it's none of your business!" She raised her voice even louder, this time throwing mana into it.

"You dare…" The Silva's lips pulled back into an angry snarl as he too began to raise his Magic.

"Okay!" Briar quickly slipped between the two of them, hands up to deter either side form stepping any closer or starting a fight. "No need to act like Animals…"

"Oh why not?" Cybil giggles from her place off to the side. "It's all Charlotte's good for isn't it?"

"What did you say!?" The blonde turned back onto her previous enemy, eyes blazing with blue fury.

The other woman laughed. "Did you not hear me this whole time? All your good for are fighting, running and screaming. It's no wonder why Yami will never notice you."

"Oh my god-" Briar's eyes went wide.

"What did you say!?" Charlotte practically shrieked.

"You treat him like crap!" Cybil shouted back at her.

"What do you know!?"

Cybil took a step over the broken glass to jab at the noble woman's chest. "You call him names, be little his manhood and scream and run just at the sight of him sometimes!"

"I'm just SHY!"

"I CALL IT BEING RUDE!"

Suddenly both women were at each other's throats, grabbing at one another's hair and clawing at dresses, all while screaming and hurling insults at each other. It was jarring for both of the others to watch, Charlotte was NEVER this petty.

"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!" Briar quickly jumped into their fight, grabbing one and yanking the other away with enough force to toss Cybil onto the couch.

"Don't TOUCH ME!" Charlotte howled as she suddenly struck Briar across the face.

The woman was so stunned by the sudden action she didn't have time to react to the net of Silver that suddenly snatched up, wrapped around and pinned the Blue Rose to the wall.

"NOZEL-!" Charlotte seethed and writhed in her prison.

Briar whipped around to look at Nozel, who looked livid. His eyes wide and ablaze with fury as he had a hand up to control his magic. "Don't you touch her." He hissed through grit teeth.

"Serves you right!" Cybil howled as she got up and tossed pillows at the trapped Rose.

"Hey!" Briar snapped a hand towards the other mage and vines grew from the couch to grab and hold her down into it. "Enough of that, you're not teenagers! Nozel!"

She turned back to her companion who seemed to only be getting angrier as he was shouting at Charlotte. Was even he loosing his mind!?

"NOZEL!"

Briar grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look at her. Wide eyed and stunned, Nozel froze on the spot. All his attention now on her. He heaved to catch his breath but was slowly calming down.

Briar waited, ignoring the still bickering women behind her when she noticed something. Her hands came up to cup his face and, whether Nozel realized it or not, he leaned right into her touch. She used her thumbs to pull down on his lower eyelids as she glanced between both his eyes, his lavender irises now shimmered with flecks of pink and red.

"What on earth…" she gasped softly at the sight. It was both alluring, creating some feeling deep in her, like she was magnetized to him, and also frightening because something was going on.

"Briar…"

The way he said her name sent a chill up her spine, and not in the scary way. She suddenly jabbed him hard in the side to knock him back to himself. The man kneeled over in pain before the brunette swiftly moved to Charlotte.

The Captain almost bit her before she managed to grab hold of her head to check her eyes too. Blue with pink and red, but a lot more of it.

"Unhand me!" The rose snapped as she jerked her head away.

Briar knew she wouldn't have to check the last woman to know she was probably afflicted too. She quickly scanned the room before her eyes settled on a wine glass, the other one broken next to it. She lunged across the room to snatch it up and took a sniff.

Disgustingly sweet.

"What were you talking about?" She spun back around to the women.

"What?" Charlotte snapped.

"Your conversation! How did this fight happen?" Briar pointed between the fighting women with the glass.

"What is going on…" Nozel groaned, looking angry now that some of his senses were returning to him.

"You!" Briar pointed at Cybil who squeaked. "What were you discussing?"

"W-we were talking about Yami…"

"Okay??"

"And how I didn't think Charlotte was a good match for him…"

"Oh and you're any better?!" Charlotte called angrily.

"Better than you!"

The pair were once again hurling insults at one another.

"They both like Yami…" Briar thought out loud as the gears started turning in her brain. She was really scared of the conclusion she was coming to.

"Nozel, watch them!" Briar pointed at him as she put the glass down and rushed for the door.

"What is happening!?" He called after her.

"I'll be back, it's urgent!" She was already rushing down the hall, back towards the ballroom.

As she hurried through the decorated archway she didn't see too much of a difference yet. People were still idly chatting and dancing, though the crowds appear to have thinned out quite a bit….

"Where is it…" she looked around, ignoring the odd looks she was getting from others as she pushed through crowds to make it back to the wine table, its surface now covered in even more half empty glasses. But she cared less about that at the moment and more about…

Her hands grabbed hold of a large flower pot. Her wide eyes staring in disbelief at it. The once white roses were now blooming a brilliant shade of shimmering pink.

"Damn it!" She cursed and spun around to look at the people all going about their business behind her.

"Love potion…"

[majorproblems77]

:D

I love all of these!!!!

Snow-white esc sky. GREMLIN WIND. baking wonder Twilight. (He does this but let's wild take the credit for his cakes until he cant) Legend ftw. I love the wars one. Time may be an adult but he ate salad for a third of his life okay.

Yes yes yes I love all of them

:D

HIIIII :D

Do you have any Blorbo headcanons that you wanna share?

Hhhhmmmmmmm

let’s do one for each, hm?

Time:

Can’t cook. Like yeah, he can try, but with so long of only eating salad while living with the kokiri and not necessarily needing to eat during a time loop, he can’t cook.

Twilight:

Look i’m as in love with him having wolf traits as the next person, but hear me out. He knows how to bake. So well infact that he doesn’t know when to stop and needs to shovel off the goods onto other people.

Wild:

Partially deaf, knows sign to accommodate for this and his muteness, nerve damage to the scar, partially blind, you get the deal… So he has everything. Oh what’s that? Someone’s knocked out on the road? He has a solution. Someone’s frozen in ice? Give him a minute. You died? He knows a guy who can undo that. He’s also really good at braiding hair.

Warriors:

Ok, bit of a stretch here. But literally Achilles. His mother prayed to the Hylia river as she washed her son for the first time and oops he’s immune to pretty much everything. But not everything.

Four:

He looks like he can sing. No real basis to this. I just imagine him singing as he works. I also imagine there being a kiln in his forge and every now and then he’ll throw something. He just likes any creative work where he’s using his hands.

Legend:

I’m on team Legend with chronic pain or needing mobility aid. Projecting? Yeah maybe. Anyway- I’d like to present all those magic rings are also finger splints to keep his joints in place while fighting and what not.

Hyrule:

Fae. Loves sugar, honey, flowers, spare rupees, etc. I also feel like he’d know how to paint to some capacity. I think he’s more of a watercolor guy but I could see him going absolutely insane with some oils or charcoals.

Sky:

Literally a disney princess. Animals flock to him. Voice of an angel. Transatlantic accent, but the soft kind of that makes sense? Not “where’s my dinner woman!!” but like “I’m so glad to be home to you darling” …

trans ftm.

Wind:

Can and will drink someone under a table. Constant sea walk. Knows all the sea shanties. High society’s worst nightmare…. accept his behavior switches on a dime. So imagine when the chain meets, Wind is originally all sweet and polite with time… but then warriors shows up and he goes back to being a menace.

[little-cereal-draws]

Major Shadow and Bone season two spoilers

OK BUT WHAT WAS THE REASON???? WHAT WAS THE REASON??? WHY DID DAVID DO THAT??????? IT WAS SO UNNECESSARY!! SOBBING

ok and now that i've got that out of my system, I actually do problems with how his death was treated.

It felt so... unnecessary. Putting aside my love for David, it felt so weird from an in-story point of view. I genuinely don't know why he did that. There was enough room for them both in the elevator and what on earth was he supposed to do against a being made of shadow? There was no tension of "what's going to happen to David" bc there was no way for him to win. I think he was supposed to be sacrificing himself so Genya could escape and be safe but honestly if he wanted to protect her, it would be better to live. He could seal doors to keep monsters out, he was studying how these creatures work at the beginning of the season so maybe he knew a secret weakness or smth, or at the very least they have a better chance of surviving if they stick together.

Locking her in an elevator is so stupid too bc he could have been dooming her. What if the elevator got stuck/broken and she couldn't get out? She would have suffocated or starved. What if a monster got in and she was boxed in? Literally no way for her to escape. Like it was such a stupid decision. Luckily neither of those happened but they very easily could have. (And then the fact that we don't see where the elevator goes or her getting out bothers me but that's not what this post is about.)

And this next thing may be a moot point bc the last two episodes were so busy and I'm not quite sure how to fit them in, but I wish we got to see at least a little bit of David fighting the monster. I know I said before there was no way for him to win but I at least want to see him try. I want to see David, a shy, introvert who has never been anywhere near the front lines, fight with everything he has to get back to Genya. He has no training, no idea what to do, nothing but the idea that he needs to get back to her. His death was already sad but this really would have pushed it to a new level. The way they had it, I already knew he was going to die bc the odds were so against him. But if they showed him trying to fight, it would have given the viewer a bit of hope and make it that much worse when he loses.

The last shot that we see of him is him standing in front of the elevator looking determinedly at the monster while Genya screams for him. I'll be honest, I actually did have a bit of hope for him here. We just saw this Durast saint in Shu Han kick everybody's asses; all these expert soldiers and criminals that we've seen win over and over, and she did it like it was nothing. And Jesper even had a very minor arc abt using his powers more and in more unconventional ways and I was hoping to see it reflected in David. We know he's an amazing Durast, one of the best ones in Ravka, and unlike Jesper he actually has training and knows how to use his powers. We last saw him standing in a workshop, surrounded by tools and materials that he knows how to use, and I was really hoping that he would figure out a way to use them in battle. Idk if he could actually hurt the monster but it would still be so cool and develop his character in a way we haven't seen before. Or at least he could make a flash bomb or smth like the ones Wylan uses and escape. But nope. I put too much faith in the writers to think they would do that.

Lastly, his death didn't advance the plot in anyway. If they wanted it to develop Genya, I really don't think it was the right choice. Over the course of this season, she's been mutilated, disabled, kept as a prisoner, thought she lost the love of her life, and confronted her abusers. She has already been so developed so much since season one, adding David's death doesn't really do anything. I think they did it just for shock value. And the way it was written didn't really make sense either? She's upset when she can't find him after the battle, she's upset when she finds the ruby in his coat, and then the next time we see her she's fine? She's laughing and smiling and hanging out with her friends. And I'm not saying that ppl who are grieving can't do those things, but it was just such an extreme 180 that happened so quickly, both in the episode's run time and the in-show timeline, that it felt jarring and like she didn't care anymore. And this is not hate on the actress ofc, she was amazing this season.

Idk I just think they handled David's death very poorly. But we didn't see his body so maybe he's still alive. I hope so, I love him so much.

[zumpietoo]

I sent this to myself. About one of my other socks....

I hope so! I’m her.

Ummm.....”so many”??? Dude, there are like what, 10 total of you and you’re all the same maybe 3 MAX peeps??? Amidst the 35mil+++ peeps that adore him? Okayyyy.....it does show how very creepy, weird and obsessive you are, tho! 

Plus....again, what effect has this had? Oh, right, none....your sad hate blogs have existed with the express purpose of destroying Cole (and Ari) and???? Dick. 

“The general public”???? Ummm....dude, those comments are from yourself and, again, doesn’t matter, cuz he continues to be wildly successful. Plus who knew “the general public” was that fucking vapid and shallow? 

And yet, here he is, booking shit, role model of the year, etc....but hey, it’s like you’re trying to keep the stiff upper lip or something, huh?

Bwahahaha!!! Ummm.....duuuuudddeee....again, that’s PP (and even moar so, KokeJ). Again, A) Cole has so much $$$, it isn’t an issue B) SERIOUSLY???

So he did all this for free? Good for him----tho not sure how you’d know? AND if “not a major whatever”, perhaps you’d like to look at where PP’s shit get published? Because she’s never even gotten ANY Vogue that I’m aware of....

What???? I don’t even know what her dumb ass is saying??

Ummm.....he WILL go on “another” (lots moar, in fact) trip with Ari, cuz they’re a couple...and DGAF if we do or don’t like it. 

Again, what???? WTF are “the subs”? And, again, yes, your points ARE moot---or rather, nonexistent, cuz they’re all completely fake. 

No, he wants it private. 

Ummm...your terrible language skills make it abundantly clear you’re nowhere in the US, certainly neither LA nor NYC....and pretty sure you’d never manage a job even doing food delivery. But way to put down people who work for a living, as well as demonstrating your ignorance of how this shit now works (it’s all no contact, so you’d never know, anyway)...and typically the gratuity is added in advance. 

Wow, how ignorant can you be to not even know how it works? Love that you based it on an Ashton Kutcher movie from almost 2 decades ago.....

And, again, how it’s neverrr gonna happen. But hey, it’s quite likely PP will be doing so....and for certain her friends she doesn’t bother to help out already ARE

Also, looooovveee how you ignore Cole was a millionaire when he started Plaiderdale, he’s a bigger millionaire now. He could never act or shoot anything again and he’d never need to....

[majorproblems77]

👁️👁️

I've been given too much power

[majorproblems77]

I like the Sky headcanon that he has sleeping issues. Which is why he is so tired all the time. There are variations of it and everyone has a slightly different feel to it it's great!

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BOOP! :D

Hi! Its me!

Give me your fave Blorbo headcannons! :D

*boops u back*

Hi Major :DDDD

I love the head cannon that Legend has violet eyes! I use it quite often too.

I also like the head cannon that he’s good with kids!

What about you?

[yumpty-dumpty-inactive]

ppspspsp anon who asked the question, AND IM SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT- JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE!! anyways, big big gay crush on Sara rn and wanted to ask for some relationship hcs about her, both sfw and nsfw, if thats alright?? ((note- for the nsfw part can you write about how she is when she's a top and when she's a bottom??? anjnhubHNCDHFHNTHIS PART IS OPTIONAL SO DW)

yumpty talks: aaa hello my love ;___;!! oml i have a big gay crush on her as well...hmu let's be moots. these are SFW headcanons, let me know what you think! <3

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characters included: kujou sara <3

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pronouns: gender-neutral <3

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headcanons below the cut <3

first off, sara loves you with all of her heart. she's dedicated to making you feel safe and happy, and would do anything to protect you, even if it means giving her life

you're a major source of inspiration for her, inspiring her to become a kinder and more considerate person

her favorite part of you is your personality, and how devoted you are to what you love, just like she is

she's also 100% an ass woman fight me.

whether you're a guy or girl, she loves your ass.

she'll lay her face in it, squeeze it, kiss it, goddamn she worships the thing

when cuddling is brought into the picture, she's pretty neutral towards it.

she loves wrapping her arms around you while you sleep, but she won't drag you away just to cuddle at random times

she likes laying with you, but she refers to it as "laying with you",, not cuddling-

dates are pretty rare, but when they happen, they're very carefully planned out, and are really fun

you take turns planning dates, and sara low-key freaks out when it's her turn.

she may not act like it, but thoughts like, "will they like this?" "would they enjoy this?" and "is this good enough for them?" are constantly running through her mind.

sara isn't the biggest on expressing emotion, but with you it's different.

she still talks dryly, but her words are much more caring, and it sounds like she actually cares, rather than fake compassion.

she also low-key wants to start a family with you, and dreams of one day retiring from the army to settle down with you. she wants to have a son and a daughter, and already has names picked out so you don't have to worry about it </3

she also LOVES gift-giving, it's one of her love languages.

when she goes out on missions, she'll bring you small gifts, like some flowers she saw when walking back to camp, a feather of a rare bird she found, or a gemstone she found in a cave <3

if you ever got hurt, well, let's just say they're already dead as soon as you walk in the door. she will do anything to defend you as I said earlier, even if it means giving her life.

her kisses are soft and loving, but also passionate and intimate at the same time

her favorite memory of you two is that date you two went on one spring, and you saw all of the cherry blossoms blooming on the shogun's estate.

you looked so ethereal in the sunlight, skin glowing and hair flowing in the soft breeze.

as for pet names, my love, darling, and my personal favorite, sweet pea are all things she calls you. literally, she calls you sweet pea all the time and it's so damn cute-

she also has NO SHAME in saying it, and has called you sweet pea in front of the shogun before.

it was just out of habit, and she immediately began apologizing but baal low-key thought it was FUNNY-

sara is also a very open lover, and will tell you everything.

one problem she has though, is she lets anxiety build up within her, and once it gets to a breaking point, she'll break down and talk about everything that's bothering her.

she's trying to be even more open, but war stuff can get really stressful for her :(

might as well put this out there, you guys didn't get together for YEARS-

she had no intention of confessing to you until one day it slipped out-

then you agreed to date her, and this was literally her face:

ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ)

MEANWHILE, HER SOLDIERS ARE DYING IN THE BACKGROUND HAHA-

sara is also able to read you very well, and takes mental notes of EVERYTHING you like and dislike.

basically, if you're feeling down, she's gotchu </3

she also low-key loves to show you off because she's just like that-

ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ) (ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ

[roguesandsaviors]

Long Time, No See || Abe Guevara One shot

Author's note: While my focus has been elsewhere, I had a little inspiration, thanks to all the hard work that @thefasstasticvoyage is doing for her Smutober attempt. While I can't write smut, I at least got something for Grillo done. You give so much awesome content, I wanted to be able to give you something else. We've only touched on Abe a few times but I know we both enjoy this character. So here it is. Hope this is okay and you enjoy.

The dogs settled down for the night, the house locked up, and all of your work for the coming week finished, you finally had allowed herself some time to relax. That meant a movie on the laptop, a pint of ice cream, and the comfortable new pajamas that you had picked up a few days ago. A reward for everything that had flown at you over the last few weeks. A couple issues with the house, the car, one of the dogs getting sick, and some trouble at work had to be handled all on your own. Somewhat unwillingly on your own but that was a moot point now.

Ice cream finished and movie almost done, you could feel sleep starting to set in, eyes feeling heavy. You tried to shift for your laptop, at least you thought you did. The vague sounds of the movie still playing reaching your ears. The comfort of the bed was too much to overcome.

The sound of the door slamming downstairs pulled you right out of your sleep. A well of panic started before it could be stopped but it was forced down as you quickly reached for your gun. Rolling out of bed, you carefully moved to the door, peeking out of the sliver of an opening. There wasn't any movement, any sign that there was a person outside the room, in the house. It was an uncomfortable feeling. There was definitely a slam of your door, someone had most certainly come into your house.

"Y/N?" You could have groaned. It wasn't any sort of intruder. Well, not in any sort of bad way at least.

"Mateo?" You left the room, heading towards where the man was standing, finding him in the kitchen as you normally did. "Jesus Christ. What have I told you about slamming the door so late at night?" He looked sheepish, as he often did when you had to chastise him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he offered with a wince. "I know I'm supposed to call. I didn't mean to freak you out." It was incredibly hard to be upset or stay mad at him. Unlike his brother.

"I know you didn't. I just don't want to accidentally shoot you one of these days." You dropped the gun to the table and moved over to get a better look at him. "You look like you need a shower and a good meal." He laughed and looked down, the shy smile on his face. Really, he was still a kid in a lot of ways. You shooed him out to get cleaned up. The clothes were in the same place that they always were, waiting for him and his brother. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and waking yourself up fully, you moved to get a meal set up for him. With Mateo here, it meant that it could be awhile before Abe ended up showing up. The younger brother showed up, it meant that he needed a safe place to lay low.

*****

And that was how it went for a few weeks. Mateo stayed with you, hanging out for the majority of the day in the house, occasionally heading out for more of who knew what. You didn't bother pressing too hard. You didn't like to know everything. While you weren't in the dark, it was better in the end to claim innocence if something were to happen.

By the end of the first month, Mateo had gotten nervous. By the six week mark, it was obvious he was beginning to panic. Admittedly, you were too since neither of you had heard from Abe. You couldn't show it though, wanting to give him some sense of comfort. It had been the longest span of time that you hadn't heard from the man.

Mateo had let you know when he was halfway out the door that he was going to look for Abe. You couldn't stop him, not when you could understand the worry that he was feeling.

"Be safe," you murmured as he was out the door. You had the day off tomorrow, which meant that now that the house was now empty again besides you and the dogs. You didn't really know what to do with yourself. At least having Mateo there meant someone to take care of and preoccupy your mind.

"Okay boys. Guess it's just us again." You looked towards the dogs. After a second of tail wagging, both headed off to find a spot to lay down. You found yourself laughing softly. Well, that was your answer to that. You were really on your own. So, a shower sounded like a good idea.

You had just finished up, towel wrapped around your body when the door opened. You jumped, clutching at the towel, thinking Mateo was back and getting ready to scream at him when Abe came stumbling through the door. You were caught off guard. A laugh came from him as he looked at you. Amusement was the last thing on your mind. It had been nearly three months since you had last heard from him.

"Abraham, you better get out of this bathroom. Now." Voice stern, you didn't want to give him any sort of idea that you were okay in the moment.

"Babe…"

"Out, now." He wanted to protest again and you decided to throw the body poof that you had at him, knowing it wouldn't hurt but get your point across.

"Okay, okay. I'm out." He held his hands up. You groaned, looking towards the ceiling in an attempt to gather yourself. He just waltzed in her like nothing was wrong. It took only a moment to move. You were thankful he wasn't in the bedroom, shifting to get dressed quickly lest he end up disappearing again.

He was in the living room, a glass of whiskey already in hand. You shook your head and moved to stand in front of him. He tried to offer you a smile.

"It's been almost three months Abe. Three months. I don't need to know much but fuck, it would be at least nice to know your alive. Especially when you're brother is here, worried out of his mind about you since he hadn't heard from you either," you laid into him, not holding back. "He left an hour ago to look for you. Did you at least let him know you were here."

"Not yet. Saw that he was here."

"God, sometimes you are such a piece of shit Abe." You groaned out. Having to move away from him, you moved to get yourself some water.

"Ah, come on Y/N," he pleaded. The footsteps told you that he was following. "I know it's been a long time. And I'm sorry. But there was a lot going on, things that had to be taken care of. Was trying to avoid another stint. It was safer not to call you." Warm, familiar hands rested on your hips. Warm breath on your neck followed. As angry as you wanted to be, and still were, you relaxed into the touch.

"It's been months. Even just a text from a burner phone letting me know that you were alive Abe. Anything." His arm moved around your waist now, his frame pressing further against yours.

"Couldn't risk it. I'll call Mateo now, okay? He was fine, he was with you. That means you were both safe. Then me and you can head to the bedroom." You rolled your eyes but found yourself smiling softly. When he said that he was doing it to keep you safe, then you did believe him. But like you had said, just knowing he was alive would have eased your worry.

"I know I'm a piece of shit babe. But I'm your piece of shit, right?" You huffed but reached down to squeeze his arm, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

"Go let your brother know you are okay, you jackass." He kissed you softly before stepping back. Now you could at least relax knowing that he was here and in one piece.

[majorproblems77]

:D

I'm feeling chaotic this evening, decided to boop the moots.

How's it going? well, I hope?

Hey hey Cal guess what

BOOP!

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ACK IVE BEEN BOOPED!

Major! My wonderful, talented, brilliant, whimsical, fantastic, Intelligent, creative, super cool, lovely friend! How are you?

[majorproblems77]

You know what time it is?

Time to bother my moots :)

[woodland--fae]

If I were SJM writing ACOWAR I would have dramatically changed the outcome of Rhys’ resurrection.

Ok. Time for another ACOTAR rant because I just can’t help myself.

One of my biggest complaints about this series is how the main characters are never faced with threats that actually threaten their power. While they may battle insurmountable odds, the reader comes to expect that they will achieve their goals unscathed and with dramatic flair. Rhys, Feyre, and the rest of the IC are blessed with immense power, even better looks, and an author who thinks they are perfect in every way. 

The characters are so perfect that they can die and be resurrected with virtually zero consequences. SJM has made them invulnerable. 

Don’t get me wrong. I hate when beloved characters die in a series, but it is equally frustrating when characters “die” and are then resurrected within minutes at seemingly no cost. Dramatically, this takes away from the emotion of the moment and cheapens the initial sacrifice by making it seemingly moot. 

What am I referring to? Rhysand’s death (or lack thereof) in ACOWAR. 

If I were SJM writing ACOWAR I would have dramatically changed the outcome of Rhys’ resurrection. The price of his sacrifice for Feyre should come at the cost of his High Lord powers. We know, according to the lore that SJM herself has written, that when a High Lord dies his power automatically transfers onto another. We also know that in ACOWAR Rhys is dead. I know Feyre talks about an essence of him holding on through their bond, but for all intents and purposes he is dead. If the other High Lords don’t offer up part of their life-force, Rhys remains dead. It’s as simple as that. Therefore, during those moments before his resurrection it makes sense that the High Lord powers of the Night Court would transfer onto a new High Lord. 

I get so excited thinking about this twist for multiple reasons. 

I love the idea of Rhys’ love for Feyre and his people manifesting in his self-sacrifice. We know that Rhys is devoted to his people and to Feyre. He has also made sacrifices for his court in the past. This ultimate sacrifice reinforces this characterization. Furthermore, the loss of his High Lord powers is compelling because it proves that Rhys was willing to give up his immense power for the ones he loves. Since Rhys willingly sacrificed himself in ACOWAR, we can make the assumption that he knew his power would end up transferring to someone else upon his death. In contrast to other fae who put power before everything else, Rhys would stand out as willing to give up everything for love. This makes Rhys more likeable and less of an arrogant asshole who gets what he wants when he wants because he is all powerful. I for one am not impressed by how he is seemingly the most powerful High Lord in Prythian for…reasons. It’s cheesy, and makes the main characters literally invulnerable. It makes the story boring and frustrating and gives the characters no room for personal growth. Why grow when you already have everything? I think it would be more interesting for readers to see how he and Feyre adjust to life without his High Lord Powers. Who is Rhys without his godlike powers anyway?  Which leads to my second point.

If the High Lord Powers of the Night Court are transferred… who do they go to? Definitely not to a member of the Inner Circle or any other ally. We’re here for compelling plot, not giving characters advantages just because we like them! No. My suggestion is that the High Lord powers shift to…. Keir!!! You might be asking yourself, why Keir? He is such an asshole and would be a terrible High Lord. To which I reply, exactly! To set up the conflict in the next series of books we have ACOWAR end on a bittersweet note. On the one hand, the King of Hybern is dead, and all the major characters survived! On the other hand, Rhys’ power has transferred to one of his enemies. Not only are Rhys and co. now vulnerable, Velaris is also at risk from their new High Lord. This bittersweet ending achieves a good payoff for the survival of all the main characters. Stylistically it makes for better writing and a more realistic end to the series instead of “and we lived happily ever after as the most powerful High Lord and Lady in existence.” The sequel series would see Rhys and co. struggle to regain/retain control over Velaris and their people. The plot with the human queens is all good and fine… except that SJM literally never lets us leave the Night Court. 3/4 of the action in books 3 onward takes place in the Night Court. Therefore, it would be a nice change for the conflict to actually take place there and not with some Human Queens that have hardly any page time. This conflict with the new High Lord of the Night Court also offers some interesting new opportunities for character development. Rhys, for the first time in his existence would feel like a stranger in his own court and body. Technically, under Amarantha he was unable to access the majority of his High Lord powers but in that case it was different because he was still High Lord and had access to some of that power however diminished. In this circumstance, he has been stripped of all High Lord powers. He wouldn’t have all the answers, he literally is not in control. This allows him to empathize with Nesta and Elain. Feyre’s sisters also feel like strangers in their new bodies. They were violated and forced to become Fae; they unwillingly gave up their humanity in a way that parallels Rhys unwittingly giving up his power to Keir. In this alternate series Rhys comes to respect and understand both Nesta and Elain for who they are, not who he wants them to be. They have similar journeys of self discovery as each has to learn how to live again. Speaking of Nesta…. oh baby let’s talk about Nesta. Who took immense power from the cauldron? You guessed it, our girl Nesta. Who retains this power even when Rhys is powerless? Ding ding ding, right again! Nesta. In this alternate series women do not have to give up, or diminish their power while their male counterparts get to enjoy it (re: Amren returning with zero powers while Rhys retains all of his at the end of ACOWAR). How great would it be for Rhys and Feyre to need Nesta to help them stand against Keir? How great would it be for Nesta to have a character arc where the main characters actually respect her autonomy, personhood, traumas, and power??!! Reading ACOSF made me equal parts upset, angry, and bewildered. Here are a few reasons why: strong female characters don’t allow others to walk all over them, refusing to fund Nesta’s lifestyle and controlling every aspect of her life are two different things, and Nesta is not the only character who needs to apologize. I’m going to say it again, Nesta is not the only character who needs to apologize. That’s all I’ll say on this subject as ACOSF is another rant for another day. I think these changes in plot also benefit Feyre’s character as well. I see a huge difference between the character I loved in ACTOAR & ACOMAF and the rest of the series. It’s unrealistic that someone with very little leadership experience can fall so easily into the role of powerful High Lady and I feel like her character lost a lot of relatability as the series progressed. The Feyre of ACOTAR would not act like the Feyre of ACOSF.

When the courts were first introduced to us it always bothered me that there were four seasonal courts but only three solar courts… where is the dusk court? I think that my alternate sequel series would culminate in the birth of the Dusk Court. It bothers me that the Night Court is so divided. Rhys literally hates the Court of Nightmares and at best merely tolerate them. It’s hard to reconcile that both Velaris and the Court of Nightmares are the part of the same Court. On other days I would argue that Nightmares are dreams too and Rhys has no business condemning literally half of his court in favour of Velaris. But today I’m going to give it to him. In this  alternate sequel series, Velaris is different for a reason. It isn’t meant to be part of the Night Court. Velaris seems likes a different court, and so it shall be: behold! Velaris, capital of the Dusk Court! Who leads them? The newly minted High Lord and Lady of the Dusk Court: Rhys and Feyre. It may seem counterintuitive to give Rhys High Lord powers back when I’ve established why it is so important for him to lose them, but in my alternate series he will have had to fight, make sacrifices, and develop empathy for other people in ways that make him worthy of being High Lord. It also works as a narrative device for him to receive what he lost after proving himself (by working alongside Feyre, her sisters, and the rest of the IC as equals). I also think it is fitting that Rhys and Feyre could create a new court together. 

I hope you have enjoyed my rantings. I’m going to end this here since it’s already obscenely long. I would love to hear your thoughts! I believe firmly that Rhys should never have resurrected with his High Lord powers. The consequences of this could have been so compelling for future books. And it upsets me to see such wasted potential for character growth. This rant is mostly an exercise for myself to rewrite the worst parts of these books in ways that let me love these characters again. No-one should be victim to Mary/Gary Stu-Syndrome. not even Riceball.