#Stella has scripted

[calissarowan]

Bloom: Sky and I are not currently on speaking terms.

Stella: I know his new hair is bad, but you gotta push through for love! Whatever happened, you can forgive each other.

Bloom: Oh, no, I’m not involved in this at all.

Stella: Eh?

Bloom: You know when I get really bad PMS every month? Well, Sky came in on one of my evenings where I was gonna eat all the ice cream and watch something I’m not really watching to remind me we had dinner reservations.

Stella: Oh, honey, I get it, you snapped, that’s okay, he’ll forgive you!

Bloom: No…you know how I’m connected to the Great Dragon, the most powerful force in all the universe that I sometimes invoke in a giant vortex of flames and power?

Stella: …Yes?

Bloom: Well, it was also on my hormone train, and very emotionally delicate, and since it is very powerful and flammable, it snapping at Sky to leave us and the ice cream alone…

Stella: Oh no.

Bloom: …The good news is we no longer have to try and pretend we like Sky’s new haircut…

[stellacendia]

Sometimes being autistic is "I understand the purpose of [social convention] and how to properly adhere to it, but would I be able to explain it to someone else? Absolutely not"

[kathlare]

Hii I love your stories!! could we please get a chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream since Lando streamed last night? Pleasee with a lot of fluff and cute moments

Thank you so much for your request and all the love!! 💖 Here it is — a new chapter with Lando and Amelie back on stream together, full of fluff and cute little moments just like you asked 🫶 I really hope you like it!! And as always, if you have any other requests or ideas you’d like to see, feel free to send them my way anytime! 💌

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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: A lively evening unfolds as Lando hosts a high-energy game stream with his friends, filled with teasing and laughter. Amidst the chaos, a calm, tender moment breaks through when a special guest quietly joins him, shifting the night’s mood to warmth and closeness.

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Warnings: none

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June 4th, 2025 - Barcelona, Spain

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ameliedayman: 🍎

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stelladayman: me n my fav tomato 🍅 → ameliedayman: @stelladayman never letting you leave my suitcase again

stelladayman: red set supremacy 🔥 → chilliwilli19: @stelladayman you were SERVING in that pic too ok don’t be shy → sunnyamelie: @stelladayman stella’s back in her wag era and i’m here for it

landonorris: the red set should be illegal → maxfewtrell: @landonorris bro be real she had you tripping in sector 3 after that mirror selfie → landonorris: @maxfewtrell i’m in my lover boy era let me live

elysiadayman: that white dress pic is HELD ON MY FRIDGE → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman that’s because you’re obsessed with me

lanmeliesupremacy: literally she could post crumbs and i’d still eat them up → f1girlmads: @lanmeliesupremacy we’re all just peasants in the dayman monarchy → lanmeliesupremacy: @f1girlmads she’s queen of my serotonin

chaoticwags: this is a “my bf just won monaco and i’m glowing in spain” soft flex → noricharm: @chaoticwags her WAG aura is unbeatable rn

carlosisfast: ok but did she even go to watch the RACE or just do an editorial → sunnygridgirl: @carlosisfast she did both. some of us multitask ✨

floralsinsector1: the fruit stand pic feels like an indie film still

gridbabieee: RHODE PRODUCTS, RED HANDBAG, WHITE DRESS = she’s a color-coded queen → pitlaneprincessa: @gridbabieee i see the vision and the vision is glossier meets ferrari

oscarpiastri: i was there and i didn’t even get a jamón plate invite → ameliedayman: @oscarpiastri bc i like you but not that much

hatepage323: she’s only relevant bc of lando lol → lanmeliearmy: @hatepage323 say that louder so we can all block you faster 💅 → sunshineandsector2: @hatepage323 babe she literally has more range than your wifi

alex_albon: tapas were mid → ameliedayman: @alex_albon alex you ate like 4 plates

georgerussell63: where’s my invite to the fruit stand → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 earn it 🫶

ninalando44: her taking script notes on the floor in her little yellow dress?? WIFE → downshiftangel: @ninalando44 she’s multitasking like she’s not breaking the grid with her outfits too

lando4evaaa: she’s not a wag she’s the whole grid → pitlaneeditor: @lando4evaaa wags wish. amelie runs the paddock rn → amelieislife: @pitlaneeditor respectfully? they all just guests in her spanish era

monacowasbetter: this is why no one took her seriously before lando → softamelia: @monacowasbetter and now? she’s getting paid to do what you tweet from your mom’s couch about xoxo

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The sun was warm in that perfect early-June way, kissing the cobblestone streets of Barcelona with golden light as Amelie walked beside Sav, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and a cold bottle of water in hand. Her hair, freshly dyed back to that bright, signature blonde, caught the sun with every step, bouncing as she laughed at something Sav had said.

Two security guards trailed discreetly behind them, letting the women wander freely down Passeig de Gràcia, popping in and out of boutiques, while the city buzzed quietly around them.

Savannah—Lando’s sister-in-law, unofficial big sister #3 in Amelie’s growing collection—linked her arm with hers as they stepped out of a shop, a little Zara Home bag swinging from her fingers.

—Okay, but hear me out,— Sav started, giving her a pointed look, —you need that linen set from Mango. It’s giving "I live in Monaco and make fresh orange juice for my hot boyfriend while he sleeps off a Grand Prix win."—

—Okay but I do live in Monaco with my hot boyfriend now,— Amelie grinned, eyes sparkling as they crossed the street, the warm breeze ruffling the hem of her sundress. —I just don’t make him orange juice. Yet.—

—Yet,— Sav echoed dramatically. —Look at you, all domestic and shit. You know I was actually surprised it didn’t happen sooner.—

Amelie flushed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. —I think I was scared. Not of living together, just… how real it makes everything, you know?—

Sav gave her a knowing look. —Ames. You’ve been in love with that man since, what, 2020?—

—Don’t,— Amelie laughed, shoving her gently. —He was just a really cute friend who made me laugh and looked good in a headset.—

—Babe. You used to smile so stupidly at your phone when he texted that even Checo noticed. That man misses nothing.—

Amelie groaned, hiding her face behind her water bottle. —This is bullying. Public bullying.—

—It’s sisterhood.—

They passed a flower stall, the scent of peonies and sun-warmed roses drifting around them. Amelie slowed, eyes catching on a bouquet of wildflowers that reminded her of the little ones growing on the edge of the cliffs in Monaco. Her new home. Their home.

—But I’m really excited,— she said after a moment, voice softer now. —Like, waking up next to him every day? Coming home and finding his shoes in the middle of the hallway even though I told him not to leave them there? I want all of it.—

Sav smiled, a little misty-eyed. —You deserve it. Both of you. I watched Lando go through some very dumb years, but he’s never been more himself than he is with you. And I’m not just saying that because my kids are literally obsessed with you.—

—They’re my girls,— Amelie grinned, eyes lighting up instantly. —Mila asked me last week if I could be her "real tia" now. I almost cried in the middle of FaceTime.—

—Athena said she wants to live with you when she grows up. Sorry to break it to Lando, but you’ve officially replaced us.—

Amelie laughed, biting her lip. —They’re so… pure. Being around them makes everything quieter. Like the noise in my head slows down.—

Sav’s smile faded just slightly, warmth still in her voice as she asked, —Is that why you’re doing better? With the food?—

Amelie blinked, surprised, then nodded. —Yeah. That and… Lan. He’s really patient. Like, annoyingly so sometimes. He knows when to say something and when not to. I feel safe with him. In ways I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.—

—You’re glowing,— Sav said softly. —Not just the hair, although that blonde is back, bitch.—

Amelie laughed again. —Thanks. Primavera’s this weekend, so you know I had to go full power-blonde.—

—Iconic behavior. You know Mila’s going to try to sneak into the festival, right? She said she wants to “be backstage and wear sparkles like Ames.”—

—She can. I’ll smuggle her in my dressing room.—

—You’re gonna be such a good mum one day,— Sav said suddenly, surprising her.

Amelie’s breath caught.

—I want to be,— she said, almost shy. —Not now, but… yeah. I do. Especially if they look like Lando did when he was little. That baby picture of him in his gokart? My weakness. He had these big cheeks and that serious face like he was already plotting world domination.—

Sav laughed. —He really was a grumpy little old man in a toddler’s body. No wonder you’re obsessed.—

—It’s kind of embarrassing. I’ll just scroll through baby photos of him sometimes when I can’t sleep. And then I think, “Okay, but imagine that but like… ours.”—

—Stop, I’m gonna cry in the middle of Barcelona.—

Amelie smiled at her, then looked down at her own fingers, toying with the edge of the paper bag in her hand.

—I know it’s not time yet. We still have dreams, y’know? He wants that championship. I have tours, movies, music. We’ve only just started figuring out how to be together after all these years of missed chances. But the idea’s there. The maybe. And that’s enough right now.—

Sav looped her arm tighter through Amelie's and gave it a little squeeze, her smile fond and proud all at once.

—That’s the best kind of maybe,— she said gently. —The kind that doesn’t rush you but still makes your heart race when you think about it. And you’re right, you guys have so much life to live just the two of you first. But I’m not gonna lie, Amelie… I can already see him holding your hand in a delivery room with tears in his eyes and you threatening to break his fingers.—

Amelie let out a loud laugh, drawing the brief attention of a couple passing by. —God, that is so us. I'd be like, “Lando, if you say one more word I will murder you right here in front of the nurse.”—

Sav was laughing too, almost doubled over. —Exactly! And then three hours later you’d both be crying and swaddling a baby girl who looks just like you but has his pouty little mouth and dramatic eyebrows.—

Amelie made a face. —Don’t say that. I can feel my ovaries plotting a coup.—

—Join the club. I got pregnant with Mila just because Oli looked at me like he wanted a dog and then said, “Or we could try for a baby?” Men are too powerful when they know we’re in love with them.—

They stepped into a little artisan jewelry shop, the air inside cooler and smelling faintly of wood and lavender. Amelie drifted toward a display of delicate gold rings, turning one over between her fingers.

—You think we’re moving too fast?— she asked suddenly, her voice soft, not really looking up.

Sav shook her head. —No. You’ve been circling each other for years, Ames. I think this is exactly the pace you need. Not a sprint, not a crawl, just… finally walking together in the same direction.—

Amelie’s heart swelled with that. She slipped the ring onto her finger, testing the fit absently. It sparkled a little too perfectly under the light.

—He keeps calling the new place ours. Not “my place” or even “the apartment.” It’s always ours. I didn’t think that would matter so much but… it does.—

Sav smiled. —He’s never shared anything like this before. That boy lives out of suitcases and hotel rooms, and suddenly he’s hanging up art and asking if the kitchen needs new pans. He’s not just making room for you, he’s making a home with you. There’s a difference.—

Amelie swallowed, emotions catching in her throat unexpectedly.

—And I know you’re scared,— Sav added, reading her without even looking. —Because it’s big. And when you’ve been through the kind of pain you have, letting someone all the way in feels like handing them a loaded gun and saying “please don’t shoot.” But he won’t. He won’t, Ames. You’re safe with him.—

Amelie nodded, blinking quickly. —I know. It’s just… sometimes I catch him looking at me like I’m made of glass and I want to shake him and tell him I’m not going to break.—

Sav’s smile softened. —That’s not fear. That’s reverence. You’re the girl he dreamed about long before you ever called him Lan.—

They paid for the ring—Sav insisting on gifting it to her with a wink and a “pre-engagement present, don’t tell him”—and stepped back out into the sunlit street, bags swinging on their arms, the sounds of Barcelona rising around them.

They turned into a little café with white awnings and a scattering of tables under lemon trees. Their guards took positions nearby, giving them space. Amelie sank into her seat, resting her sunglasses on top of her head, eyes glinting in the afternoon light.

—You know, I used to think I wasn’t cut out for forever with someone,— she said suddenly, looking at the little lemon slices floating in her water. —Like I was too complicated or too much or not enough. But with Lan… I don’t know. He makes forever feel simple.—

Sav reached across the table, linking their pinkies for a moment. —That’s how you know it’s real. Not when it’s easy, but when it’s clear. And you two? You’ve been endgame since 2020. You just took the scenic route.—

Amelie smiled, radiant and content. She could already imagine herself curled up on their sofa in Monaco, Lando half-asleep beside her, Benny climbing over his lap while Björn knocked something off the kitchen counter in protest.

The maybe would wait. For now, this was everything.

And honestly?

She wouldn’t change a thing.

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ln4champion: LANDO IS LIVE ON TWITCH. OH MY GOD.

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landofthelanmelie: he streamed once and immediately mentioned “my girlfriend” like boy we KNOW 😭 → ameliespinkbag: @landofthelanmelie he missed us but missed her more be fr 😭🫶

chaoticwags: him giggling at his phone every 5 mins like we don’t know it’s Amelie texting → norismilf: @chaoticwags the way he lights up is so unserious 😭 let them be obsessed

wagscentral: lanmelie coded twitch streams are my love language

quadrantcrush: WHO LET HIM BE THIS CUTE AGAIN → lanmeliesupportgroup: @quadrantcrush amelie. amelie let him.

daymaniac: twitch chat if amelie joins: 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ → stellaapproved: @daymaniac Lando will log off so fast lmao

fruitplatefan: if he says “babe” out loud i’m throwing my laptop → wagsarewinning: @fruitplatefan same girl i got my funeral playlist ready 💀

softforlan: remember when he pretended he was too busy to stream? it was always her. it was always amelie

chaoticwags: if she walks in on stream wearing his hoodie i’m gonna bark → norisimp: @chaoticwags the lanmelie jump scare we’ve been WAITING for

quadrantdoll: he said “hi guys” and my depression cleared for 0.2 seconds → notmclarenadmin: @quadrantdoll same but then the mic glitched and it came back

lanmeliearchives: someone in chat just asked if Amelie’s there and he BLUSHED i’m gonna throw up → camupdates: @lanmeliearchives he was like “maybe 😳” BOY BE SERIOUS

mclarenmama: how is he still a gamer when he has a whole literal goddess girlfriend?? → crashqueen: @mclarenmama dual wielding mouse + gf hand 😭

norrispilled: he really chose us over date night with Amelie… we won → mclanmelie: @norrispilled no bc he’s lowkey scared of her and still said “just for a bit guys 🧍‍♂️” 💀

chaoticwags: he just said “she’s at dinner” bro you miss her say it with your chest 😭

wifey4lando: he keeps checking his phone mid-stream he’s def texting her → formulapookie: @wifey4lando the “yes i ate” text is being sent in real time

amebbyfanclub: lando without amelie on stream feels like when your friend’s gf can’t make it to the group hang → pitwallpsycho: @amebbyfanclub like yeah it’s fun but… where’s the sparkle

n4rryfan: no Amelie, no hoodie, no vibes 😔

amesinparis: he said “she’s busy” like he’s not down bad and missing her every 3 seconds 😭 → lanfan888: @amesinparis he was THIS close to playing her music on stream don’t lie

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The stream had been live for barely twenty minutes, but the chat was already unhinged.

landonorris: 🟢 LIVE - im gamin Viewer count: 132k

Lando was sat in a black hoodie, hair a little messy and headset slightly crooked, with Connor next to him, both hunched over their screens, Escape from Tarkov in full chaotic swing.

—He's behind the box! He’s behind the f... CONNOR, YOU’RE BLIND,— Lando yelled, slamming a fist on his desk as shots exploded through their headphones.

—I��M NOT BLIND YOU DIDN’T CALL IT— —YOU WERE LOOKING AT HIM— —HE WAS CROUCHED LIKE A LITTLE GOBLIN—

Max’s voice crackled through Discord, dry and amused from wherever the hell in the world he was playing. —You two sound like a married couple. I'm gonna mute you both.—

Lando was mid-eye-roll when the suite’s door opened.

His head whipped around.

The chat caught it immediately.

DID YALL SEE HIS HEAD SNAP 🚨GUEST ALERT🚨 oh he heard THE voice AMELIE??????

—What the fuck was that reaction— Connor started, already turning in his seat to look toward the door too.

But it wasn’t Amelie.

It was Oliver first, Lando’s older brother, stepping inside with a bottle of sparkling water and a half-eaten bag of popcorn. Niccolò followed close behind, tossing his keys into the bowl near the entrance like he lived there. Which, to be fair, he kind of did whenever Amelie and Lando were in town.

—Oi, you’re streaming?— Oliver asked, already grinning as he stepped into frame, catching the webcam’s angle.

—Mate, warn me next time. I’m not dressed for 130k people,— Nic muttered, though he looked perfectly fine in his linen shirt and that Italian nonchalance he wore like cologne.

Lando shook his head, smiling even as he flicked a glance at the screen. —Say hi to the internet, lads.—

—Sup, internet,— Oliver said, giving the camera a little salute. —Connor still blind?—

—Absolutely,— Max deadpanned from Discord.

Connor threw both hands up. —I literally saved your ass last round, don’t even start.—

Before the argument could continue, the door creaked open again and Sav entered, pulling off her earrings as she kicked her shoes off by the door.

—Hellooo boys,— she said with a lazy wave, walking in behind the others. —God, I forgot how loud you lot are when you’re trying to kill pretend people.—

Lando laughed. —You survived dinner, then? Where’s Ames?—

And that was it.

All three of them—Oliver, Niccolò, and Sav—exchanged glances, immediately smirking.

Sav leaned against the back of his chair, eyebrow raised. —Of course that’s the first thing you ask.—

—Didn’t even say hi to me,— Oliver added with a mock pout.

—She went to the bathroom, loverboy,— Nic supplied, plopping down on the edge of the bed. —Relax. You’ll see her in like two minutes. Or are you gonna combust before then?—

The chat was having an absolute meltdown.

WHERE IS SHE HE’S SO GONE FOR HER I REPEAT, HE SAID ‘WHERE’S AMES’ BEFORE ‘HI SAV���

Lando flipped them all off—both in the room and on stream—without looking away from his monitor.

—I literally just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into the hotel pool or something. Chill.—

Sav snorted. —You mean the same pool that’s twenty stories below us and locked behind two gates? Right.—

They were still teasing when Connor got gunned down in-game with a scream.

—DUDE! NO! I was organizing my inventory!— Connor groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

Lando barely survived five seconds longer before a grenade exploded nearby and took him out too. —Fuck’s sake. Max, you better clutch or I’m banning you from the group.—

—You die every time and still act like this is my fault,— Max replied dryly.

Now dead, Lando and Connor spun their chairs toward the others as they waited for Max to either finish the round or die.

Oliver tossed a pillow at Lando. —So. Dinner was chaos. Amelie couldn’t take two steps without someone asking for a picture.—

—Not kidding,— Nic added. —Even the chef came out and asked for a selfie. Then the manager brought her a plate to sign. A fucking plate.—

—She signed it like a rockstar,— Sav grinned proudly. —Gold Sharpie and everything. I think they’re gonna frame it in the kitchen.—

Lando chuckled, but his eyes flicked toward the hallway as footsteps padded closer.

And then, finally, the door opened again.

The chat exploded.

BLONDEEEEEE SHE’S BACKKKK MOTHER IS MOTHERING LANDO IS SILENT. SILENCED. GONE. look at his FACE bro

Amelie walked in, glowing from the day—blonde hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, skin sunkissed from the Barcelona sun. She was still wearing the outfit from dinner: a silky champagne-toned mini dress with a low back, hugging her just enough to make Connor whisper “oh my god” under his breath before Sav smacked his arm.

—Hi,— she said casually, like she wasn’t derailing the entire stream with her presence. She made her way to the dresser, grabbing the hoodie she’d left earlier and shrugging it on over her dress.

Lando swiveled in his chair, staring like a man in a trance. —You look…—

—Hot, yeah, we know,— Amelie grinned as she leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her hand brushing his jaw. —Hi, baby.—

He blinked, visibly flustered. —Hi.—

—Hi chat,— she added, peeking at the camera over his shoulder and giving a small wave. —Please be nice to him. He’s sensitive.—

The comments were flying.

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HE’S SENSITIVE 😭😭😭😭 she kissed him I’m gonna die actually what do we call this look? devour era? AND SHE’S BLONDE AGAIN WE WON

—Just grabbing clothes. You boys keep yelling at each other, I’ll be back in a sec,— she said, already halfway to the ensuite.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Lando exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

Connor laughed. —Jesus Christ, dude. You need a glass of water? Or a minute alone?—

—Shut up,— Lando muttered, cheeks tinged red.

—Can’t wait for your sim card to fry when she walks back in wearing your hoodie and nothing else,— Max deadpanned from the headphones.

The boys howled with laughter.

Lando just grinned, the kind of smile that said yeah, he’d gladly combust for her.

And judging by the chat, the entire internet would go with him.

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lanmelieupdates: SHE’S HEREEE 😭😭 Amelie just popped up in Lando’s stream, gave him a kiss and dipped like nothing happened 😭 the way he blushed??? we're not okay. LANMELIE LIVES FOR REAL 💻💋🍓

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streamsimp_: that little kiss? i’m throwing myself into the ocean → softforlanmelie: @streamsimp_ she owns that man AND his twitch stream

gridgirliee: why does lando look like a golden retriever in love i’m— → lanmeliefluff: @gridgirliee bc he IS a golden retriever in love 🥹

quadqueen: Lando forgot what game he was playing after that kiss i fear → chaoslane: @quadqueen he was buffering IRL 💀

tifosiwitch: it’s giving wife behavior → zaddiesunite: @tifosiwitch it’s giving husband reaction too 😭

mcluvmelie: their domestic era is so soft i’m crying in the club

blondeamelie: SHE KISSED HIM ON CAM AND HE SHORT-CIRCUITED 😭

softlaunchqueen: she said “hi baby” and lando’s soul left his body 😭 → gamerwifey: @softlaunchqueen he’s not coming back. rip.

chaoticwags: if MY gf looked like that i’d never stream again → norifangirl88: @chaoticwags he was fighting for his LIFE to stay focused bro 💀

wheelsonfire: the way he looked at her??? that’s “she holds my soul in her tiny little hands” energy

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

blessedbybjorn: did anyone else feel single watching that or was it just me → hazefangirl: @blessedbybjorn it was a personal attack actually

streamsniffer: connor, sav, oliver, and nic witnessing a romcom unfold live is the energy I crave → cringecorequeen: @streamsniffer AND THEY ALL JUST LET IT HAPPEN LMFAOOO

lanmeliesupremacy: she wore THAT dress, kissed her man, bullied the chat, then vanished. queen behavior.

streamsnaccs: the way the boys just accepted their third wheel status instantly → thirdwheellando: @streamsnaccs even max muted himself outta respect 💀

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Hours had passed.

They were deep into their fourth or fifth round of Tarkov, the suite dark except for the harsh glow of their monitors and the occasional flash of muzzle fire. Lando was still locked in, headset on, Connor next to him arguing over loot, Max crackling through Discord.

The viewer count hadn’t dropped below six digits all night.

Lando’s hoodie sleeves were pushed to his elbows now, hair a mess from running his hands through it every time he died. His voice was a little hoarse from shouting, but he was still going strong, leaning into the chaos like it was fuel.

Connor was mid-rant about dying to a camper when the door opened again.

No one looked at first—too focused, too loud—until Max said, slightly amused —Uh. You might wanna check six, Lando.—

Lando glanced over his shoulder.

And didn’t even flinch.

He just… smiled.

The stream caught it. The little upward curl of his lips, the way his eyes softened like muscle memory, like they were programmed to respond to her.

Amelie stepped inside, barefoot and sleep-tousled, wearing one of his oversized Quadrant shirts and a pair of old McLaren shorts that had definitely been stolen from his closet. Her hair was a little messy, her face bare, cheeks flushed from sleep.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t have to.

Lando didn’t break focus on the game. He just leaned back slightly in his chair and nudged it out from the desk, making space.

She padded over, climbed into his lap like she’d done it a thousand times before—which, to be fair, she had—and curled into his chest, arms around his torso and face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Lando’s arms wrapped around her automatically, controller still in hand, continuing to play over her back.

—Were we too loud, baby?— he mumbled, one hand brushing lightly over her hip.

She hummed something that sounded like mmhmm and nuzzled deeper into him.

The chat went feral.

DID SHE JUST— OH MY GOD SHE’S IN HIS LAP. HIS LITERAL LAP. this is the softest stream in history “were we too loud baby” IM UNWELL the way he made room for her 😭😭😭 WHO LET HIM BE THIS BOYFRIEND

Connor didn’t even flinch anymore.

He just rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, —Here we go again.— Then louder, to no one in particular —At this point she should just have her own gaming chair.—

Lando smirked, barely glancing up as his thumb moved over the controller. —She does. It’s just... my lap.—

—Disgusting,— Max chimed in through Discord, though he sounded more amused than annoyed. —Can you two wait until I’m not bleeding out in a stairwell to be gross? Cheers.—

Lando chuckled, low and breathy, barely audible under Amelie’s sleepy murmur of —You’re warm...—

The chat went insane.

THE MULTITASKING IS CRAZY he’s cuddling and shooting people i’m crying this is what peak male performance looks like I THOUGHT THIS WAS A VIOLENT GAME WHY AM I CRYING protect her at all costs. and him. and their cats.

Amelie shifted a little, her legs draping over one of Lando’s and her hand slipping beneath his hoodie like she was trying to crawl inside his skin. Lando didn’t even blink—just adjusted slightly so she could be more comfortable, controller still perfectly in place, fingers moving with practiced precision.

—You want water or anything, Ames?— he murmured, dipping his head toward her ear.

She mumbled something again, a little incoherent, before managing: —’m good. Just needed you.—

He smiled, like that was the easiest thing in the world. —I’m right here, angel.—

Connor groaned. —Okay. Yeah. No. I’m leaving. I’m done. I’m taking fall damage just from the secondhand affection.—

—You were already trash this round anyway,— Lando said, grinning.

—You’re trash. Your KD is trash. Your girlfriend is the only good thing about this stream,— Connor snapped, gesturing toward Amelie’s very unconscious form in his lap.

Lando didn't even argue.

—True.—

The chat lost its mind again.

he didn’t even deny it 😭😭😭😭 “true.” THE CONFIDENCE she’s literally SLEEPING ON HIM mid-stream he’s GONE connor: ur trash | lando: yeah but look at my life rn 🫶 and THAT’S how you win at life

Max, ever the deadpan voice of reason, chimed in from wherever he was in the world. —I swear if she starts snoring, I’m clipping it and sending it to her label.—

—Do it and I’ll leak your DMs with that Twitch mod from two years ago,— Lando shot back without missing a beat.

Connor choked on a laugh. —OH MY GOD—

Amelie barely stirred, her fingers flexing lightly against his stomach like she was dreaming, and Lando’s entire focus momentarily flickered away from the screen and down to her.

The smile he gave her then—quiet, reverent, gentle—was caught by the webcam.

And every single person watching knew:

This wasn’t a bit. This wasn’t for show. This was real.

Lando Norris was utterly, hopelessly, stupidly in love.

And she was asleep in his lap, safe and wrapped around him like she belonged there.

i’m not crying you are love is real actually. i believe again someone check on the fan accounts they’re probably flatlined how do I uninstall feelings. this is too much. what’s the ship name again? lanmelie? it’s giving endgame.

The stream continued.

But the tone had shifted—still chaotic, still full of grenades and shouting—but somehow softer, warmer, like everyone was playing under a blanket now.

Connor sighed dramatically and leaned back in his chair. —Okay, whatever. I’ll third wheel. Again. As usual. Can we please raid the resort this time without Lando getting distracted by his literal sleepover girlfriend? Thanks.—

Lando just smiled, adjusting his grip on the controller and settling into his chair a little deeper—one arm still around the girl he loved.

—Let’s do it.—

The hours stretched on, the night deepening outside the suite’s windows, but inside the world was just theirs — pixels, laughter, and the quiet rhythm of Amelie breathing against Lando’s chest.

Connor, still trying to keep up, was muttering complaints but mostly just smiling at the scene, now thoroughly resigned to being the third wheel. Max’s voice cut through the tension from Discord one last time.

—Alright, man, I’m calling it. I can’t concentrate with your personal cuddle puddle hogging the best spot on your lap. Someone’s gotta go to bed eventually.—

Lando’s grin was lazy, warm, the kind that made the screen glow softer. He glanced down at Amelie, still nestled against him in one of his old McLaren shirts and those impossibly short shorts that gave no hints of modesty.

—Yeah, yeah. We’re done here.— He hit the ‘end stream’ button, the viewer count freezing before dropping as the broadcast went offline.

Turning to Connor, he laughed. —You’re a trooper for staying this long. But yeah, time to call it. I’ll carry Ames back to bed.—

Connor raised an eyebrow, half teasing, half impressed. —Carrying her like a princess or like she’s a sack of potatoes?—

Lando smirked, scooping Amelie carefully into his arms. She stirred a little, mumbling something indecipherable but snuggling closer.

—Like she’s the most precious thing in the world.—

Connor shook his head with a grin. —Alright, I’ll let you two be mushy. Catch you tomorrow, yeah?—

—Definitely. Good night, Connor.— Lando waved him off as the door clicked shut behind the retreating gamer.

Lando’s voice softened, eyes warm as he looked down at Amelie’s peaceful face.

—Let’s go to sleep, love. Big day tomorrow.—

She smiled sleepily against his chest, the kind of smile that said everything was exactly where she wanted to be.

He carried her down the hall, the quiet hum of the city far away, their own little world sealed tight behind the door.

And finally, the only sounds were the soft steps and the promise of rest.

[vortexvn]

The April Update is here!

So far we have achieved the following:

-Basic exploration system for the Chapter. 2 Hallways and Victoria's bedroom (with extra dialogue from Taylor and Courtney)

-Gave them each special dialogue depending on player choices and how many nice points Victoria has

-Finished the basic script for the Dana encounter, alongside a minigame where you explore her room:

the minigame:

*basically you need to pick the right theme for her Halloween party

-You can skip the minigame by being mean/dismissive to Dana (which will land you in hot waters with Rachel or Max later) BUT will unlock the secret Taylor route:

-Currently I'm working on the Stella encounter, which will take me about two weeks

-After that I'll take another two weeks to finish the Brooke encounter

-It will take me the entirety of the month of June to polish chapter 2 and add the appropriate values, statements, extra dialogue animation and achievements

-Extra stuff I wanna add during the part.2 polishing phase:-

. Fix or improve sprites for the following characters: Victoria, Alyssa, Courtney, Taylor

. Add new music

. Color or improve graphics for certain cutscenes

. Fix grammar/spelling

one more thing! I snuck in a Lost Records: Bloom and Rage reference somewhere in the game:

also heads up, the love interest are gonna make their first dialogue-only appearance in this chapter!

SOooooo expect chapter.2 or episode 2 to be available right around July

[caldella]

As Season 2 Ends, This is Still One of My Favorite Hidden Gems from HB

Going way back to S2E1 here. I'm a graphic designer, and I absolutely screamed when I saw the font used in Stella's Not Divorced party: specifically, the banner design that Stolas tears up after sleeping with Blitzø.

Why?

Because that font is literally called LUST SCRIPT.

I recognized it right away because I've used it before and chuckled at the name every time. Somebody on the team must have fucking known what they were doing using it. That was not JUST because it looked fancy.

They used a "Lust" font for an event mocking Stolas' undesirability. Then he has good sex for the first time in his life and immediately tears it up. I have never seen anyone else point this out, but it will live in my head forever.

[timkontheunsure]

Masking and the fake Princy affect

I just like how little Stolas masks in front of Blitz, that the first time he realize that's an option Blitz's horrified. (Prince's should cry. That's an ugly noise).

Think this is why he's so taken in by Stolas' act of being the royal dickhead Prince, with an impish little plaything, in truth seekers.

And I think this one of the reasons this hits so hard for me.

Because Blitz is kinda demanded the social mask.

The one that Stolas puts on as a role, to deal with being around the rest of the Ars Goetia.

For Stolas this is the social script.

(Yer, I'm not unpicking Stolas privage in this one. More just about how the social camouflage he'd developed looks like low grade mimicry of Paimon).

It's one of the things I really love about mastermind; is that Blitz can see through the Princy act now.

And that's makes Stolas able to bring Blitz into his soliloquy, and join it. A little bubble of understanding.

Cus Blitz was falling for the act for a second there. They haven't spoken since the 'break up' after all.

Stolas is playing this exactly how the rest of the Goetias would, if Andy and Stella are any typical behaviour guides. (Which to Stolas they are).

But then even when Stolas going ham, acting the cartoonish (lol) Mastermind behind everything; he stops to do something really familiar.

Stolas just has to check Blitz is ok.

Then has to quickly play it off as something else.

Blitz's little confused wtf expression, as he tries to work out the big tonal shift from what he knows is affectionate. That now seems to be being used to put him and everyone like him down.

Really think this little check in made it easier for Blitz to not just sees behind the mask; but also be on the same emotional page to join in the soliloquy.

🙂 Basically I was happy about how free Stolas normally is with his emotions around Blitz and Via.

He even gets to stim in public, and mostly just gets to be his slightly cunty self. (Yay)

Without having to put on the larger than life act, with added mwahaha™ musical hall villain. Like he does for the Courtroom, or the Dhorks.

Just getting to be himself.

Also Stolas' cadence is most like it was as a kiddo; when he was asking Blitz to stay with him.

Like it's little Stolas is asking asking wee Blitz to stay. Which is really sweet.

But Blitz assumes it's a request to another game together...😢

This why I love their get a little timeless moment of full understanding for once.

Same as with their dance. We even get Stolas fully laughing, without trying to cover his mouth at all. 😃

[Edit note for context: Yer ok, mostly this was prompted by conversations with fellow neurospicy lady I know in real life.

And her having to actively unlearn alot rich person roleplay, she did to survive her upbringing, now she's one of us plebs.

We're from completing the opposite ends of the wealth scales. (I might have had to explain that no-one who had ever had trust fund can be called middle class before😅)...

But yer, she had a very similar upbringing to Stolas, and now is thankful no contact.

Her social masking looks very different from mine.

Mostly she only now pulls it out to tell dickheads violating civil rights to spin on it. But it's scarily 'posh lady telling you how things are going to work' lol.

And well... you can see why I thought of Stolas right?]

[teenagefeeling]

like 3 more people came in during the trailers but it was fine we all had a good time with maisy stella (queen) and of course my love aubrey. cried twice would recommend

only one in the theater for the very last showing in the whole area of my old ass. lfg babes it's just me and aubrey plaza, huge

[seoulfulbliss]

Jeong Jaehyun (Part One)

Author’s Note: This one is a long story, babes. The background info is important for the intro. Possibly a 3-part story. Enjoy! Friendly reminder, YOU DON’T HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE.

CEO! Jaehyun x Pianist! Black reader

Synopsis: After your untimely death, you learn the truth about the plot to sabotage you. Now reincarnated to an earlier timeline of events, you have 3 main objectives: break off your engagement with Jeong Jaehyun, strategically expose the plot against you, and get the fuck away from your family as soon as possible.

Content: Angst, themes of betrayal, hurt reader, time re-do, reader death, reincarnation, revenge plot, badass reader, Jaehyun isn’t a bad person he’s just really stupid, manipulation, gaslighting, brief mention of su*c*de

Word Count: 4.3k

Pt. 2

People have long since speculated that in death, your entire life flashes before your eyes like scenes from a movie. And it either grosses high on the rating scale of every critic’s list, or bombs horrifically in the box office, depending on the genre and quality of the script. Except you, and whatever fate you decide to tempt, hold the pen that has the potential to make or break you as the leading star in this self-directed flick. And while that does add some dramatic prestige to the semblance of life, there are some… nuances that speculation never could quite live up to.

See, the thing about dying that no one does tell you, is that it flashes by from an omniscient point of view. As if you are nothing more than a bystander cast as an extra playing a background character on the street. And you begin to know everything surrounding the fated circumstances of your life.

The way you experience it, it's like your soul evaporates from your body, letting the vessel melt away. And you’re left standing there with the very core of your essence on display. Then you float down this walkthrough of memory lane watching the infamous highlight reel of your ‘greatest hits.’

And it’s… startlingly eerie the effect it can have on you even in death. Because there you are, watching the day you are born. The day your parents took you home swaddled up as their screaming bundle of joy. How happy they had looked back then, proud to be newfound parents. It’s almost surreal, seeing a monumental moment from an outside perspective.

Then, the scene shifts and you are potty training, losing your first tooth, experiencing your first conscious Christmas, learning how to ride your bike. You go through birthdays, spelling bees, first moments, swim lessons, fireworks, and you feel yourself cry.

Then… the piano. The first few notes drift through your consciousness. They dance around your being like unsettled dust caressing the cheek. Then it pulls you in, in, in. And you are 7 when you touch the keys for the first time. You sit by your father, as he delights in showing you proper piano etiquette. In the corner, there your mother stands, a proud cheeked smile on display as she records this moment for her collection of home videos. The memory is fuzzy with happiness for a time that no longer exists. And you cry, cry, cry.

Then you are 8, and your mother notices you start to look like him. Not the man you call your father, but the man she now knows to be your father. She had hoped she was lucky not getting that paternity test, for fear of alerting either man of the dark deed she held dear to her. But neither time, nor genetics, is on her side. So she sneaks a paternity test, gathering hair strands and swabs from unsuspecting participants. Only to conclude that you are not his, not his, not his.

So your mother begins to resent you, resent you, resent you. Because she messed up and she could not live with it.

This time, you are 9. Your mother has been training you in the art of tough love. Critical behind your father’s back, loving in his eyes. It is all staged, all staged, all staged.

Suddenly, like a brand new day, there is Stella, there is Stella, there is Stella. And life doesn’t feel so strange. Except, now you know why you are here. Now everything begins to make sense. It started much earlier than you realized. An entire lie orchestrated at the ripe age of 9.

You sat at the community pool, legs dangling over the edge of the deep end. You were waiting for your private swim lessons to start. You hadn’t been particularly interested in anyone that day. There were a few kids lingering behind waiting for their parents to wrap up boring conversation. Your mother was at the helm of them, toting her rich smile. All while putting on her dutiful act as ‘Mother of the Year.’

“Our daughter is somewhat of a prodigy.” She exclaimed with fake humility. You hadn’t played into it back then. Reliving the memories now, you can see the fabrication of your life. And things would worsen. Because there, hiding in the doorway of the changing area, was Stella. And her gaze was locked right onto you. Well, the version of you from memory. She seemed to scowl, glancing back and forth between an unsuspecting you and your boastful mother. You see the moment it clicks in Stella’s mind as she crafts her master plan. And that’s how you come to realize the fateful day where she supposedly ‘saved you’ was staged. Stella herself forcefully bumped into you just as a group of rambunctious children ran by. She was the one that caused you to lose your footing and fall. She was the reason you had bumped your head and nearly drowned. And she was the reason you had integrated her into your life. All of it was fabricated from the very beginning.

So Stella pretends, like she is some savior you should be indebted to. That’s the kind of rhetoric your mother begins to spew.

“You should be grateful. She risked her life over your clumsy nature.” And you believe her, you believe her, you believe her. So Stella becomes your friend. You hang out at the community pool, sometimes outside. And you begin to understand that Stella lives a hard life. She has no mother. Her father is a drunk who occasionally leaves her at the pool way too late. Often forgetting his responsibility when he is drinking. She has no true parental supervision, so you decide to share your mother. You always wanted a sister anyway.

Then you are 10, and Stella’s father is arrested for reckless endangerment with a DUI. She now has no home. Desperate and eager to maintain this relationship, you make a critical decision that impacts your life. So it begins. With no objection from your parents, Stella now lives with you. Isn’t this ‘the life’?

Except, now you are 11. Your mother treats Stella more like a daughter than you. Every activity you were in, she participated too. Etiquette classes, check. Piano lessons, yep. You wanted to be in Girl Scouts? Well, Stella should be too. After all, she saved your life. There’s nothing wrong with providing family resources for her to be successful. And that was fine, maybe Stella needed more love anyway. She had a hard life. At least, that’s what your parents insist. And you agree with them, for the most part. But they shouldn’t have to sacrifice acknowledging you exist. “You should be grateful though. If it weren’t for Estella, you wouldn’t be alive.” Those were the words that wore you down most nights. You had needs too. Sometimes your parents didn’t understand. But Stella always did. She was always apologetic for your parents focusing more on her than you. But it’s alright; you understood. It’s the adults fault, not hers.

But things got harder still.

You are still 11, but now you are being bullied. Initially, you thought it had been because you had gapped teeth and wore glasses. But humor in death knows no bounds. At a certain point, you wouldn’t have believed Stella to spread malicious lies. However, after your first life, you now know differently. Stella had told kids at school that you were bullying her at home because she had better grades. Which you now know also to be untrue. Stella only had good grades because she bribed other students to do her work. She wasn’t the star student she pretended to be. Manipulation had apparently always been her suitable skill. And people around you believed the lies, believed the lies, believed the lies. Even you.

“Four Eyes.” “Gap Tooth.” “Toothless.” Hushed words kids would whisper behind your back. Sometimes it was directly to your face.

It had severely impacted the confidence you had in your social life. Even in tutoring, things did not improve. You had to take lessons outside of school. “Your grades are unacceptable. You need to be more like Estella. I’m sending you to after school lessons.” And you begged your mother not to go. Because how would you have time for your hobbies? For piano? But your father had the final say. And he agreed. So off to tutoring you went.

Except, “Four Eyes,” “Gap Tooth,” “Toothless” followed you there too. That’s how you met him. Jeffrey. You stood under the awning of the building your tutoring lessons were being held in. The family driver was late. With his tardiness, came the bullying too. A few boys from your class also needed extra tutoring as well. And when they realized they had more of an opportunity outside of school to pester you? They took the chance. Pushing you around, calling names, taking your glasses and tossing them around. That’s how you fell and scraped your knee. Then someone intervened. An older kid you guessed. Something about him struck fear in your bullies. He snatched your glasses back and they ran. That’s how you would develop your first crush. When he leaned down to put the glasses back on your face, you hadn’t expected to be blown away with his beauty. With his face so close to yours, you blushed. Then he held out his hand to help you up. And it was practically love at first sight.

After that day, you would constantly see him around the tutoring facility. Your bullies kept their distance, hardly sparing a glance. You didn’t know what that meant. But you did know you liked a boy for the first time. He was 13. You heard it from the giggled whispers of girls in tutoring. Your heart was practically exploding. You thought you would combust. Finding a way to thank him, you wrote him a note. The opportunity to deliver it presented itself when he left his bookbag in the hallway to use the restroom. You were heading out of the building and snuck it in there. Too shy to use your real name, you coined yourself as Toothless. Days later, you forgot all about the letter, until you were standing under that same awning reading a book to pass the time. The driver was late. Again. But that was okay, because a hand slid a letter between you and the book your eyes were hungrily ingesting. Blinking up owlishly, there stood the cute boy. He seemed amused at your shocked disposition playfully tapping the letter on your head. “If you’re gonna write me a letter, at least read the response.” He chuckled. Embarrassed, you take that letter and make a mad dash for the car which conveniently pulled up for you. That night, you read his letter with a blush on your face. Your fingers graze the letter of his penned name, Jeffrey.

That’s how you become pen pals. Always sneaking letters to each other in between tutoring sessions. Then, he tells you that his grades have improved and he doesn’t need tutoring anymore. So he gives you his address. Because how else is he supposed to receive your letters? With the help of your family driver, you are able to deliver them. But one day, being too sick to go to school, you give your driver specific instructions to drop the latest letter off at the post office. “Handle it with care.” You had said. But how could you know that a curious Estella would be in the car, wondering why the driver was delivering letters in the mail for you. Naturally, she decides to snoop. That’s how she began stealing the letters. Often snatching them as soon as they arrive.

And you are left confused. Because why wasn’t Jeffrey writing back to you? Did something happen? Was he okay? Even though your previous letters didn’t garner a response, you still sent them anyway. Until you turned 14.

By this time, you have no idea that Jeffrey had already been out of the country for 2 years. He had moved. Unaware, you kept sending letters to his old address, hoping for a response. But Stella knew. She read the letters he would write to you, notes laced with concern. He had given you his new address with no word from you in weeks. Thinking you might not have gotten the letter referencing his new address, he kept writing in hopes you would receive the message.

Then, he stops writing altogether. If he wasn’t going to get a response, then what was the point? And Stella is delighted when you stop writing too. Happy to have your attention once again.

Then you are 15. You get contacts and braces. And your parents' attendance at your recitals become less frequent over time. “Stella has taken up tennis, she has a real talent for it.” And they invest in her. “We can’t make it to your recital, Estella has a match.” But it should be fine right? Because there will alway be opportunities for them to visit your recitals. Right? At least… that’s what they tell you. They say they will celebrate you both together at home. But you start noticing that celebrations center around Stella. You confide in her. “I don’t think my parents like me anymore.” And she cries that night instead of you. “I love you. Even if no one else does.”

In moments like these, you are sure she meant it.

Now at 16, Stella is officially adopted into your family. It is announced at her Sweet Sixteen. You don’t get one as your mother expresses budget concerns to your father. “Money is a little tight dear. Maybe only one of the girls should get a party.” Then she sits you down with the news that you will not get one. “Darling, this moment is important for Estella. She’s never had a big celebration before. She’s had a hard life. Don’t you want your sister to be happy?” That’s when they drop the bomb on you. They plan to announce her adoption on the same day. It’s fine. You’ve always wanted a sister anyway… right? You concede, wanting her to have this moment.

At 17, your braces come off.

At 18, you graduate. You and Stella host a joint graduation party. But what is supposed to be for both of you ends up only being for one, as she slips something in your food to give you food poisoning. Thus, you don’t get to celebrate.

Within your first year of college, Stella gains quite the friend group. She is popular around campus for her athleticism in tennis. The whole time you spent proud of her, she spent that spinning lies against you. She would pretend to integrate you into her group all while spewing narratives to make her friends more antagonistic towards you. You however, gain one friend on campus. Jeongyeon, a pretty no nonsense type of gal. She had told you on numerous occasions that she did not like Stella. Convinced that she was a phony. You always shut it down. Because it’s Stella. You grew up with her and you love her. Jeongyeon concedes, but her eyes are wide open.

But Stella didn't want you to have friends outside of her, wanting to put you into a position of dependency. At 20, she finally succeeds in breaking the two of you apart for good. One of Jeongyeon’s private confessions spreads around campus. She had only ever told that particular detail to you. So of course, she blames you. Who else could be the culprit? But if the hills have eyes, then the walls have ears. And Estella is no stranger to eavesdropping. You and Jeongyeon split, and Stella comforts you through the loss. Smug that her plan succeeded. After that, you spend most of your time lonely, getting through it by piano.

Then comes 21. And with your age, comes an ultimatum. You’re the daughter of a businessman, of course arranged marriages are still a thing. Your father wanted a way to advance his business partnerships. Your mother proposes you get married. As their birth daughter, it is your obligation. After all, Stella doesn't want to marry for business, only for love. It is her decision to make, but they choose this for you. You express this as being unfair. But, “You haven’t dated anyone in years. Any guy you did like wanted to date Stella. Who’s jumping at the chance?” The insinuation bruises your ego in ways that fracture a psyche when a mother bullies her child. Embarrassment in social circles is not an option for them, so you just accept the proposal.

Little did you know, you would be quite accepting of this fate. Because in the pile of marriage profiles they give you, is a handsomely recognizable face. “Him.” You point at the ghost of a young boy you once knew. Jeffrey. He was your choice. Except, these days he was going by his given name, Jeong Jaehyun. And like destiny, fate is sealed.

Eavesdropping really was second nature to Stella. And with you squealing into your pillow about Jaehyun being Jeffrey… well, of course she decides to plot. Thus, shit really starts hitting the fan. A month later, Jaehyun comes back from an overseas business trip. He had donned the mantle as CEO in his father’s company, while Mr. Jeong sat as President. There had been plans for you both to formally meet at a business gathering. What you had hoped would be a dream come true for you, instead delved into a nightmare. Because there was Stella running into Jaehyun. And he is grabbing her before she can fall. Then, through her well-crafted scheme she declares that she is Toothless. Speechless, Jaehyun believes it, happy to find his lost penpal. It’s not his fault that he believes her. She’s good at lying, having done it for years. Besides, he couldn’t point you out in a lineup anyway. Your features have changed considerably over the years. You weren’t the same gap toothed pre-teen with starry eyes, glasses sitting as the frame of your ‘Starry Night.’ Your face had matured, blossomed into womanhood. How could he have known? They sit and talk for most of the night. Initially, you think nothing of it, thinking she was protecting you via interrogation.

But when you finally get him alone, you tell him you are the woman he is slated to become engaged to. He is unimpressed, humming disinterestedly, mind stuck on Stella. So you finally breach the topic of being his penpal. And he becomes enraged that you would pretend to be something you are not. He calls you all sorts of vulgar names, accusing what you’re doing to be cheap tricks. What is the truth for you is all a lie to him. In anger, he storms out.

When your parents question you in the wake of his outrage, you swear you did nothing at all. Stella comforts you that night. “Men are stupid. You still have me.” You’re thankful you do.

Later on, behind the scenes betrayal rears its ugly head. Jaehyun arranges a meeting with your parents expressing his interest in Stella. They keep this privy from you. On the day of what is supposed to be your engagement party, Stella and Jaehyun stand together to announce their engagement. This is news to you. Heartbroken, you confront her. The performance she puts on is quite the show. She cries, stating that he had come onto her and pressured your parents to give in to this new arrangement. Stupidly, you believe her. You both cry, comforting each other in the space of friendship.

Confrontation with your parents leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Your mother slaps you, claiming disrespect at your line of questioning. Your father remains clouded in impassivity. And you turn tail to lick your wounds, because what the fuck was that? Your mother had hardly ever hit you before. Reality sets in with the knowledge of what you had suspected to be true. Yes, your parents hated you. Then came the rumors.

News of your failed engagement leaks around school. What you don’t know is that Stella planned this herself. She pretends to be embarrassed by the thought of being seen as someone coveting her best friend's betrothed. She tells everyone, “He came onto me.” And she claims shame for reciprocating it. She then grabs your arm to publicly apologize for being a bad friend. This is another day that Stella wins. Somehow everyone believes you had spread the rumor yourself to make Stella look bad. It was game over from there. You had no idea where you went wrong in life to deserve this kind of treatment. But Stella is always there defending you, making sure you never feel lonely. You were thankful back then. Perhaps you shouldn't have been.

Fast forward to 22, it is your birthday. Stella convinces you to have a pool party. Plenty of people from school get an invite; courtesy of Stella. This is when she fakes falling into the pool. From a certain angle, it seems as though she were pushed by you. She pretends to be injured and fakes almost drowning. With this, your social reputation drowns too. Due to the incident people gang up on you. Jaehyun confronts you too. Sheepishly, Stella admits that she can swim but panicked and got scared. Jumping to your defense, she tells everyone to stop bullying you. “It was an accident.” Everyone thinks she is too nice to you after everything you've put her through. But Stella knows you would never try to sabotage her like that. Because the real saboteur was never you.

Who knew that years of lies could ruin a whole life? In a series of unfortunate events, you lose your ability to play piano. The cause? Punishment for “your years of torment on Stella.” Her friends had set you up to get jumped. They had convinced a girl from another school that you were sneaking around with her boyfriend. With miscalculated rage, that girl and her friends would then go on to jump you. Amidst the altercation, they step on your hands, crushing them. And with that, crushing your dreams of professionally playing piano too. Even with physical therapy, doctors would say the trauma was too grave to restore motor function back to normal efficiency. For your dreams, you weep.

You graduate, but everyone has iced you out in celebration of Stella. Isolated, you spend your college graduation alone.

As the years go by, you work at your dad’s office filing things, while Stella gains sports modeling endorsements. As time boils down for her wedding, she doesn’t invite you to be a bridesmaid. Inviting you instead to come to the wedding planning portion. The purpose being to gloat at your misery seeing her live the life you were supposed to lead. There is also the shock of not being invited to the bachelorette trip either. Stella’s reasoning being that she didn’t want you to sit with the uncomfortability of the bad blood between you and her friends. You supposed her consideration made sense.

Then she schedules the wedding on your birthday. And… that’s weird. The weight of an uncomfortable feeling sits heavy in your chest. When you mention this to your family, they spin your concerns as selfishness. “This is Stella's moment, let her enjoy it.”

Then came the box of letters, and with it you truly understand the magnitude of betrayal. In a rush to get ready for the wedding, you are asked to gather some last minute things for Stella at home. It is coincidentally accidental how find this a shoe box full of letters tucked deep in the back of her closet. What you don’t expect is them to be labeled, ‘From Jeffrey.’ What you hold in your hands are years of missing letters.

Then comes the moment where you piece it together. It all replays in your mind, the way Jaehyun reacted when you brought up Toothless, his sudden interest in Stella, the engagement. Was it all a lie? Furious, you confront her in the dressing room. The bitch. Mid-argument, she pushes you, causing you to hit your head. Disoriented, you notice blood. It cakes around an injury at the back of your head. Pleading for help, she smirks instead. Throwing a bottle of sleeping pills at you, she tells you that you never deserved your life. “You should just die.” Then out the door she goes, on her way to what she is sure is her destiny. The wedding ceremony begins, no one comes looking for you. People had long since stopped caring about you. Your life, an entire lie. So, you do the hard thing. You weigh your options on the scale of life. You haven’t got much left in you, not at the realization of your misery. So, you muster up the final gift you can give to yourself. Holding the letters from Jaehyun, now smeared with bloody fingerprints from your head wound, you take the sleeping pills.

Your vision gets blurry just as notes from the Wedding March drift into your consciousness. The piano, once again. And you fall, fall, fall, until you wake up in your bed.

With a startled gasp, you tip over onto the floor. Feeling around your body, you are certain what you felt before was hardly a dream. But looking at the digital alarm clock beside your bed, you aren’t so sure. Because the information that lies before your eyes simply can't be true. On the face of the clock, reads May 15, 2025… two and a half years prior.

Holy shit. You’re 21 again.

[tealvenetianmask]

I feel no one talks about how Blitzø is everything Striker wishes he was. Blitzø has family, friends, love - he rebuilt everything after his losses and now is a hero in imp society's eyes. Striker sided with the enemies and now he's probably going to be the biggest scapegoat since *checks religious trauma notes* Judas was to Bible thumpers

I love this ask. Thanks, Anon!

Yep, I've seen some great posts over time about what a great foil Striker is for Blitz. But just for fun, let's pick apart a bit why Striker is a fraud and Blitz is the real deal (a badass imp assassin who stands up against Hell's bigotry). In particular, I like how the show sets up superficial similarities between them and undermines them.

@akirathedramaqueen inspired some of my ideas here with this post-Mastermind take.

On the surface, Striker and Blitz are both assassins trying to rise above their society's expectations for imps. But where Blitz has accomplished this somewhat by running his own business (even if, yes, he's doing hits for clients, he can choose jobs and run his missions the way he wants), Striker is busy scrounging around for work and being actually debased by the jobs he takes on.

I mean, the guy goes from saying this shit (and yes, believing it WHILE on missions for Stella, the most classist royal around):

To literally delivering a prepared script, lying the exact lies the royal who hired him wants him to tell. While part of me was like "at least he's a good horsie owner," having the vet appointment on his hand also tells us that he doesn't really give much weight to what's going on here. Which is selling out another imp to a bunch of royals in exchange for immunity.

He doesn't care. When it comes down to it, he doesn't like the guy, and his worldview isn't really . . . royals vs. imps. It's royals vs. Striker, with him not really valuing other imps at all, to say the least. More on that here.

In direct contrast, we see Blitz saying everything he can to save the lives of his found family and telling off a courtroom full of royals and Satan himself in the face of death. Which then inspires imps everywhere, makes a bunch of them want to work for him, and might even eventually lead to some real change.

Notice that Blitz uses "us" instead of "me." This isn't just about him. His beef is with the system as a whole.

Blitz happens to be in a sexual relationship with a royal. Striker has some choice words about this.

Striker implies multiple times that Blitz lowers himself by being involved with Stolas. But the truth is (I could write a whole other essay on this), as much as he's worried about it himself through a lot of seasons 1 and 2, Blitz doesn't lower himself through his relationship with Stolas- he's navigating through difficult class issues to figure out how (and whether) to be with someone who he loves.

Striker on the other hand.... yikes.

[othervee]

Finale thoughts!

Interesting to find out that Hillerska has had multiple warnings over several years and still didn't pull their heads in. Clearly they thought they were invincible.

Vincent and Nils stepping up to the plate when they see August's genuine distress, the way Vincent is stroking his arm. There's real friendship and love to be found, but you only see it when you're honest. Similarly, their reactions when they find out that August is backup. August receiving the posioned chalice. What else can he do now, though? He's lost Arnas, or at least part of it. He has to do the military service; he's in the position Wille has been in.

Haha, the housemaster having a drink with the boys. What else is he going to do?

Loved the scene with Felice dragging Wille to the party. Her facial expressions, she's so cute. Wille negotiating with Malin shows a level of maturity, but the male bodyguard is SO not impressed as he follows them to the palace, LOL.

LOVE that Simon brought Rosh and Ayub to the white party. And Ayub reassuring Rosh, after Stella shows herself for who she is. She's chosen the Hillerska way, all the way.

The scene between Wille and August in the clubroom. He didn't know it, but that was the closure he needed. THat they both needed. They've made peace, they can even develop a familial relationship again into the future, but right now this is as close to peace as they can have at this stage.

Nils, you giant dork. And also... They're shocked he didn't say anything earlier,  but would things have been different if he had?

No Royal house, no Prince, no socialist, no drama. No before. No later. Only now. As the previous song said, back to basics. Back to the pure connection they have with each other.

The lake scene. So beautiful.

Simon's Song! Did Felice initiate that, do we think? A few of the choir were smiling at Simon. Nice to see they all (or most of them) wanted that and not the musty old version.

Oh, Kristina, that really is too little too late, but I'm glad you came through in the end.

The little token the Queen and Duke put around August's neck is a frog prince. The symbolism would be a sledgehammer if the direction or script drew attention to that, but they don't.

In the car, Wille beginning to feel the panic attack happening, the constriction of the collar around his neck, and realising what that means. This is an unhealthy system and if he stays in it, this will be his life. The constriction, the desperation, literally struggling to breathe. Echoing Simon's words to him, "I've seen how it makes you feel". Being calm because he's no longer coming from a place of despair, a place where he has no control. And Kristina knows it. It was important for Wille to tell his parents he loves them. He's coming to terms and making peace with everyone.

That closing scene, oh my god. The montage was cheesy as fuck and I am here for it. The dialogue and the execution were not cheesy. They established the important things. Wille is doing this for his sake, not for Simon's. For the first time in his life he is making an informed, calm, active choice.

Simon's FACE. OMG. The shock, barely daring to believe it, but knowing when Wille says 'For my own sake' that this is it. It's real. And then! The tears, the gasping, the incredulous joy! Omar is a natural who stepped it up even more this season, and I do hope he continues to take on acting roles because he is amazing.

Wille's FACE. The joy but more importantly the PEACE.  His entire being, his posture, his aura changes and he radiates rightness. Edvin is incredible.

Also? They both look so, SO beautiful in this episode. This closing sequence, but really the entire episode.

Heading off into the sun, in white, whooping and cheering, Felice with her legs up on the dashboard, free.

And now I want LOADS of future fic about The Adventures of Wille, Simon, Sara och Felice. Tack, Lisa, for leaving it so open for us to do that!

[macknshift]

THE ONE WHERE . . . STELLA MOLLOY EMPLOYS NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM.

(AUTHORS NOTE: i wanted to get into sharing some of my writing, so here's a scenario i scripted in my golden trio era dr!)

"I need your help." A simple note, dropped on Neville Longbottom's desk in Potions as Stella walked by. It's ominous enough that it might compel the Gryffindor to help her, which is quite frankly, just what she needs.

The issue? Not anything too bad, just her grades hanging in the balance. She needs a tutor, because, as a future magizoologist, she's not very good with plants. Like, at all. She kills every. single. plant. she's ever owned because she's too focused on her pets. She knows absolutely nothing about any of the basic plants, which becomes a huge problem when she has to pass Herbology 101 in order to take one of her final Magical Creatures courses next autumn for her degree.

She knows from Draco Malfoy's weird comments about Neville that he's good with plants. ("Are we sure he isn't getting married to a plant? I swear I just saw him snog one…") He's one of 3 Herbology majors, and Professor Sprout loves him. While Sprout likes Stella enough, she allows Neville to call her Pomona. Like, what? The only people that allow her to call them by their first names are Newt (who's so ancient that if she called him Dr. Scamander he would probably drop dead from offense,) and Poppy, the school healer, who she sees more than practically anyone else. Anyways. She digresses. 

Neville Longbottom is good with plants.

She sits next to Blaise in Potions, across from Pansy Parkinson (who still, despite months of trying, does not like her,) and Daphne, who are in some long conversation about the Yule Ball, and in front of Luna Lovegood, the singular witch that doesn't look at her weirdly for being American. 

"Do you remember what we're doing today?" Blaise leans in, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Not when you do that," she giggles. She's been 'seeing' Blaise, whatever that means to British people, for the past semester, and she still feels electrified every time he touches her. In attempt to not turn as red as a tomato, she turns around to the witch behind her, "Lunes, do you remember?"

Luna looks up at her, the same puzzled look as always, "We're doing antidotes today, right Ginny?" Ginny Weasley hums next to her, not bothering to look up. 

Stella's still not used to the glances she gets in the halls or the lack of enthusiasm to talk to her. She figured when she showed up people would be interested in her, not…whatever they feel now. "Thank you, Luna. You're the actual sweetest."

Ginny snorts next to her. "And why wouldn't she be?" Stella tries her best just to smile at the girl. She knows logically that egging the ginger on is a mistake. I mean, she's a Quidditch player with arm muscles for days—but she can't help but feel indignified when someone won't give her a chance.

"It's just rich coming from a girl like you," Ginny finally looks up from her book, leaning into Stella—probably trying to intimidate her—leaving little space between the two.

"Oh, you want to kiss me so bad it pisses you off, huh?" Stella teases, and like clockwork, Ginny Weasley turns red, slumping back in her chair.

Stella's hair swishes as she turns back around to face the potions station, and Professor Slughorn walks in, signifying the class has begun.

Slughorn had a question for her at the end of class, so she let Blaise and the others leave ahead of her. Much to her chagrin, she realizes Neville stayed behind to wait for her. The Herbology major stands in the corner of the room, awkwardly perched. She looks at the gold watch her father gave her—he's been waiting for 30 minutes. She nods to Neville as she starts walking.

"Are—are you okay? Is something happening with Blaise, I can help you…" "No, oh my Merlin, I'm fine! I just needed to get your attention, and I figured that was easier than trying to get Luna to relay a message to you, so," "Oh." He's blushing from ear to ear, properly embarassed by how quickly he assumed this was about something else. "Just so you know, if this is about cheating on Blaise, I don't condone that. You're bloody gorgeous, but I can't be the 'other woman'." "Good lord, you really do have a tendency to catastrophize, don't you?" Neville just nods in place, blushing a bit. "I need help because I'm just straight up the worst at Herbology. I kill every plant in sight."

The black-haired wizard breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank Merlin, I was so…you need my help? I thought your whole schtick was that you didn't care about—"

"Well, I do. A lot. Will you help? Please?" Stella's about to bat her eyelashes in true quarter-Veela fashion to get what she wants if she has to. She knows that, logically, Neville is a sweet person. He should just say—

"Yeah, of course. I've got a private lesson with Pomona, but then after we can work on it? Meet me at the greenhouse."

"Oh, uhm, sounds good. Thank you Neville."

⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ Y'ALL I'M SO SCARED TO POST MY WRITING HELPPPPP but hello mackinators! this is one of like. 3 drs i'm not with leo (which is crazy work like woah i love my man bad) so i thought i would share some of my writing in the form of a scripted scenario!!! neville's my herbology tutor and we fall in looooveeeeeee!!! i also wanted to be w blaise a little bit but i can't stand the slytherins LMFAO so they're mostly the cause of our breakup i hate them so bad they're so frustrating

[christinesficrecs]

Can you recommend me some sterek fics with good storyline? Some good ones I've read are:-

The First Annual North American Pack Convention by Immortalpancake

Stella and the Wolf | Empty by DiscontentedWinter

Seven Years | EEM Universe | Loving Issac by QueenOfAngst21

He's Not Mine by Sunnee

Pale Horses by Jana_C

Beacon Hills Mysteries by miss_aphelion

The Alpha and the Emissary by mikkimouse

the broken radio is playing suicide by decideophobia

Hale Emissary by vanderloo

Alpha, Mage, Pack by Foxfire18

When the dust has settled by halcyon1993

Home is Where the Spark Is by JustJim, Useless_girl

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

Blood Drunk Humans by Cxmill

A Guide to your Supernatural Life by SpiritsFlame

I Need You So Much Closer by lemyh

A New Hale Pack by odetotheauthor, Shinigami24

Here's the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain

The bond, the pack, the mate, the alphas by BlondeFairy85

It was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Dangerous Desires by VioletHyena

Framed by Nival_Vixen

I notice quite a few of these are series which I don't really pay much attention to 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have added some of my favorites.

note: I will make a list of links for the fics mentioned in this ask. Soon.

Famous Last Words by  JenNova | 62.8K

A series of ‘made-them-do-its’ which ended up telling a much bigger story.

Oh, The Places We’ll Go (series) by KeriArentikai | 18.9K

The five friends sat at a table in the student union building, laughing over their fast-food lunches.

“Okay,” said Jackson, “which prof would you bang?”

“Hale,” Erica, Isaac and Stiles all said together. No one was surprised at their answer.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 65.6K | Explicit

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Waiting by  isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 81K

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

To Have and to Hold by  KouriArashi | 44.2K

“Yes, well, you see …” Deucalion cleared his throat again. “In an effort for authenticity, the writer used an actual binding ceremony in the script. The casting director, wanting to make sure it was pronounced correctly, found an actual shaman to perform it. He did so.”

“You – you mean – are you saying that Derek and I are actually married?” Stiles managed to squeeze out of his rapidly closing throat.

The Circus at the End of the World by  mikkimouse | 91K

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale’s Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can’t). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It’s a quiet life…until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

Little Wild Animal by  DiscontentedWinter | 61K

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

Versus by  secondstar | 94.5K

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

A Desperate Arrangement by  mikkimouse | 115.5K

“I’m sorry, I believe there’s something wrong with my hearing,” Stiles said. “Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me.”

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn’t misheard a damn thing.

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109K | Explicit

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

Stiles’s Story Time by  trilliath | 125.8K

Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids’ reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott’s adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles’s face looks in those glasses. Or something like that.

Do Not Go Gentle by  MojoFlower | 195.8K

Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger and harrowing echoes of their ordeal shadow every step they take.

I’ve Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope | 61.5K | Explicit

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?“

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

[artzval]

Tales of Featherbug and

Catastrophe

— Stolitz Miraculous Ladybug AU —

•|| Link Art and comics ||• ~ •|| link One shots ||•

Welcome to my AU!

Brace yourself, this AU is basically the perfect lovechild of Miraculous and Helluva Boss but with extra chaos, extra gay panic, and extra Blitzø being a little shit.

Of course, misunderstandings and secrets are going to make y'all mad from exasperation, but stay with me, it's going to be worth it I promise!

First things first: it wouldn't be a miraculous au without a good old and nervewracking—

Love Square™:

Blitzø (Civilian) → Stolas (Civilian): Blitzø sees Stolas as this insufferable, spoiled rich kid with too much money and not enough spine. He assumes Stolas awkward stammering is just snobbish arrogance (spoiler: it's not, he's just really bad at dealing with his massive crush)

Blitzø (Civilian) → Featherbug (Hero Stolas): Blitzø is OBSESSED with Featherbug. He thinks Featherbug is the epitome of grace, charm, and pure perfection. The fact that he's secretly Stolas? Yeah, Blitzø has no idea. He would have a heart attack.

Stolas (Civilian) → Blitzø (Civilian): Poor Stolas is head over heels for Blitzø. He's charmed by and envies his fiery personality and the way he seems to defy the world. But he can't figure out why Blitzø always gives him the cold shoulder. (Stolas, sweetie, the can incident didn't help.)

Stolas (Civilian) → Catastrophe (Hero Blitzø): Stolas finds Blitzø's hero form exciting and reckless, but it's bittersweet because no one could ever compare to his Blitzy. He's happy to have him as his Best Friend and partner tho, he never had a friend before! (Also, Blitzø as a hero is 100% a flirty mess, and Stolas cannot compute, he's getting tired of rejecting him)

The rest of the Chaos:

Aka all the lore I came up with for this AU.

There are probably going to be some changes, but at the moment this feels like a good enough base.

1) Marinette was the One that left the Miraculous in Stolas and Blitzø’s world through a multiversal portal. In her universe, the fearsome The Supreme was nearly defeated but managed to escape, too weakened to be an immediate threat. Fearing he might still be working in the shadows, Marinette temporarily hid the Miraculous in a faraway place, out of reach from anyone who could use them for evil. She instructed Tikki and Plagg to reveal themselves in case of necessity.

2) The Supreme followed the Miraculous into the new universe. Although he is too weak to wield them himself, he managed to slip into the shadows and manipulate Barbie, preying on her pain and her longing to have her mother back. This makes him a silent but constant threat, waiting for the right moment to seize the most important miraculous and make a wish himself.

3) Barbie is the one misusing the miraculous of the butterfly, akumatizing people to bring her mom back. She’s just as desperate and unhinged as Gabriel, but with chaotic edgy teen vibes. (Not so different from org Gabi)

But how did she acquire such a powerful artifact??

THE SUPREME. The supreme found her at her worst, after running away from home and pried on her grief and incapability of forgiving her twin.

4) Blitzø works with his family in the circus section of the city zoo, they try to scrape by day by day. They're new in town, a year and half after the accidental fire that killed his mom and disabled him.

Blitzø had bad days where he needs to use a cane to walk ( like Adrien in the first script). Considering he's now not capable of amazing tricks, he's forced to sell nuts and cotton candy all night.

5) Andrehalphus as Chloé: Andrehalphus is here to bring ALL the petty, privileged AND RACIST drama. And speaking of drama, must be fun being homophobic and having a crush on Stolas. Good luck 🤨

Stella is also Chloé.

6) Millie and Moxxie as Alya and Nino. Also I.M.P is a band.

7) Loona is an illegitimate daughter of Blitzø's father. Her mother just passed away and CPS left her at their "doorstep". Blitzø will start taking care of her as if she were his own daughter, Cash Buckzo is incapable of taking care of anyone outside himself.

8) The Gum Incident™ from the Origin episode is now called "The Can incident"™ : Canonically happens, canonically NEVER explained. Blitzø is salty about it forever.

Honestly?

Who wouldn't be ? Imagine get to class after a piss and the rich kid had messed up your can making you fall in front of the whole class.

#Tales of Featherbug and Catastrophe AU

[nosybookworm]

sincerely hope wherever helluva boss take us it does not lead to Stolas losing everything. I keep seeing little hopeful posts about Stolas losing his status and moving in with Blitzo and working at IMP, and yeah Stolas being the secretary they always needed is a cute idea with a lot of hijinks to explore, but I don’t want it to come at the cost of the only life he’s ever known. Getting kicked out and shunned with nothing but the clothes on your back is terrifying not to mention traumatic. Stolas was raised to be exactly what he is: A prince, guardian of the stars and prophecy; and if you take out the forced wife he actually enjoys his overall duty with the stars. Take that away and there won’t just be panic they’ll be a full blown melt down. He has no life skills, no understanding of the world or what his place in it might look like without purpose (which his life no matter how stifling always gave him)

And Blitzo can’t support him. Not the way he is right now financially or emotionally. He sleeps on the couch, presumably ever since he adopted Loona, and right now with his head always twisting things and making him the lit fuse on a bomb for every good thing going wrong for the people in his life he would spiral so hard. Stolas losing his title, his wealth, his palace, maybe even his daughter? Blitzo would see that as another way he ruined someone. It would ruin the beginnings of their relationship not because I think Blitzo would run, no Full Moon if nothing else showed us all that Blitzo wants to stay and will if he’s allowed, I think he will desperately try to be the pillar of support Stolas would need in that situation and fail at providing any stability.

All this to say I really hope Stolas remains a prince. And if Stolas does lose his status I hope it’s a choice and not him getting evicted and if he is evicted it’s a temporary plot thing due to Stella and Andre’s plotting that gets resolved eventually.

Stolas has been so isolated and lonely for so long. Raised in a cage with a script that he’s only now starting to break out of. I think there would be nothing more beautiful than his cage, an empty mausoleum of a palace, was reframed where the empty halls are filled with laughter and each room has someone in it that he can talk to and there is no longer “guest rooms” because the people he loves and love him right back all have a place when they visit. He could work as IMP’s secretary as a side job as a treat. Which I think would mean so much more because so much of his life and his hopes concerning Blitzo are about being wanted. He wants to be wanted, to be chosen, not be forced on others. It would mean so much if Blitzo asked to hire him when Stolas has no reason to accept except he wants to.

This got longer than I wanted.

[toa-archive]

so that list of shops in Arcadia?

This won't be everything and does include concept art/scripts Aaron has shared that may not have made it into the final as hey more names is also useful for fanfic purposes:

Locales in Arcadia:

Tremiti's - Pizza place Romeo's pizza (Has the Italian flag colours for the overhang and checker border below the windows) Bellas Hissenbarqs Petmart Gastro-Avo Pub Fritzworth Building Cafe Dotte Artisanal Comics Lots of G Parking So Totally Vegan Secret 'Stache Vinyl Chair Vespa/Saul's Motorbikes JB Magellans Antique Mall Granada Drive In Mentalo Psychic Sergio (Sports place) Alex Yang Elvira Bonnie Presto Cleaners Free-z (Ice cream place with a big logo near where Battle of the Bands is) Stella's The Günther Wooz Shooz Silvia's Beauty Salon Berts Clothiers

Tacos El Güerito (Stuart’s van)

Museum of Arcadia Arcadia Oaks High Arcadia Academy Mr. Benoit's Rod's/Sam's (Diner, there's a model of the first and name visible in 3Below of the second so who knows) Stuart's Electronics Planetarium LUCIA (Cinema) Omni Reach Travel (The Janus Order) Señor Muelas Dentistry (? Want to double check this myself but can't find a source)

GDT Arcane Books (John Bell's art has a 1891 date which is about right for the era they liked having years on shops, Douxie's bookshop) Zimroc Records (Run by Zoe) Hex Tech (Supposedly popped up out of thin air one day, run by Hedge Witches with Zoe and Conrad/Connie known to work there)

Street names:

Delancey (Multiple spellings) Arbor Street Elmer Avenue Brandon Avenue Meadowlark Main

Can tell this was straight copy/pasted from discord. Fun fact though, some of the names are Crew!

[chillinglikeashilling]

Michael and Kit: Making New Choices

This is a continuation of this post where I was talking about my thoughts about Kit and Jentry's dynamic in the show. (I finally finished the season) I need to re-watch the series again sometime soon because I'm so fascinated by the Episode 5.

The show sets up Michael and Kit as parallels from the start of the episode which is such a fun choice because they ended the episode before with this legitimately creepy scene of Kit pulling his skin back on. There was a chance for the tone of the show to really change there but the show immediately contextualizes how it wants us to view Kit by showing him in parallel with Michael.

Both of them are teenagers (or young at the very least) waking up to go to school, getting closer to Jentry but also trying to establish some sense of self identity and sufficiency. Michael is trying to balance meeting his parents expectations, against a desire to try something new and possibly divert from a path that he's been on for a long time. There's a sort of conservatism (not politically necessarily but in the way parents will often uphold traditional values and institutions) that we can see in some of the adult characters in the show like Michael's parents and Gugu, and it really pushes back on the teenage characters when they try to change.

Kit is somewhat different in that his deal with Mr. Cheng seems much more recent and his "parents" are just puppets for Mr. Cheng, but what is Mr. Cheng if not the oldest, most controlling adult on this show. A man so caught up in what he believes is good for his child that he attempted to kill a teenage girl several times just to drag his daughter kicking and screaming out of an afterlife she was at peace with.

It's so interesting to me that both Kit and Michael are struggling with asserting themselves and taking control of their decisions and basically all of the people in their lives except for Jentry are advising them to basically stick to what is easiest (i.e. the path that has been decided for them). It's a big part of Jentry's personal journey as well after all.

I mean, a lunch lady basically talks to both Kit and Michael about the importance of making their own choices and how other people will keep making choices for them if they don't. However that scene starts with the lunch lady explicitly refusing Michael's attempt to make a new choice.

There's a consistent pressure that we see pushing back on Michael when he attempts to change- his parents, Stella, the lunch lady. Everyone around him is so used to him following the script that it's genuinely baffling to them when he doesn't. Jentry, who is a person Michael has known a long time but who has been away long enough that they're still getting used to each other again, is the one relationship pushing him to change. In the episode its Jentry's text that tells us Michael was even considering trying out for band! Meanwhile for Kit there's a pressure there from Mr. Cheng but its actually easier for him to make the specific choice not to hurt Jentry. Mr. Cheng (or more specifically the Mogui) don't give up on having Kit do what they want but they only step back because they have enough knowledge about the systems in place to know that things will work out badly for Kit. Mr. Cheng knows that Kit and Jentry won't work because Kit has been lying to Jentry the entire time, and because Kit is making a decision not to hurt Jentry specifically (instead of say a choice to not hand over the powers) eventually Kit finds himself in a situation where giving the powers to Mr. Cheng feels like the easiest choice, the only choice.