#YOUR HONOUR HE'S DESPICABLE!!

[heich0e]

vamp!gojo with his great big house that he occasionally lets you loose in, almost like a game. it's like watching a mouse scampering through a maze, the way you check behind every door and down every corridor thinking it might be the one that leads you to the exit, and satoru delights in seeing you uselessly try to find your way out. (as if he'd ever really let you leave.)

[lavender543]

Longing - Chapter 2

Yandere!Knight x (Evil?)Queen!Reader

Synopsis: You are a queen with a not so great reputation. He is your most trusted, and extremely stoic knight. Lets just say you don't know just how much he would do for you. (he's been secretly pining after you for awhile). Warnings: Dark themes, topic of war, Yandere behavior (mild)

Previous chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

Almost immediately after the other kingdoms admitted defeat to you, and the war was officially over, you ordered all knights to return to the palace. You hated the idea of them having to stay away from their home even a second longer than they had to.  

Despite the people that believe you to be evil, you still had a heart. And for that, you knew that you had to compensate these warriors for what they fought and sacrificed for your kingdom. It was only fair; you may be a cruel enemy, but you were also a very generous ally. 

So, upon the arrival of the surviving knights, you would bestow them each a title (if they didn't have one already), a plot of land, and enough money to live a comfortable life.  

There would be a grand ball held in honour of the brave knights, and for the victory of your kingdom. Everyone, not just nobles, was invited. You would hold a tremendous feast so that, at least for a night, everyone could eat well, (poverty was no stranger to your kingdom unfortunately).  

In foresight, you dreaded having to clean up after this war, it took a toll on your kingdom's riches, but you were determined to make up for it.  

The ball was not only to celebrate the victory, but to also show your people what was to come. That, and you couldn't help but hope it would cease the protests that have been going on since the war started.  

So, with that, you were neck deep in work and preparations for the celebration, as well as taking care of the aftermath of war. You were swamped with work right up until the day the soldiers arrived at the capital. 

There was a huge parade, and everyone celebrated their return. Families got to see their loved ones once more. It was safe to say that many were happy. You couldn't help but let your cold exterior crack slightly, a smile appearing on your face at the warm displays.  

After the parade, you sat atop your throne, as you announced the payment each knight would be given, as well as their release of contract. Those who wished could continue to serve you as royal knights, or they could live a quiet life with their payment. No one seemed to have an issue with these options, to your relief.   

Then, you dismissed everyone for the rest of the day to rest and prepare for the ball. The crowd cheered with joy as everyone slowly descended. 

You were not oblivious to the Grande knights' accomplishments, or his reputation as the “bloodhound.” You knew of all the rumors about this certain warrior; that he was ruthless, heartless, the list was endless. You weren't one to believe gossip, but it did intrigue you. Who was this man? And was he as cold and despicable as everyone described?  

Besides your curiosity, you had also wanted to reward him personally for his contributions to the war. So, you called a private meeting with him after the parade and waited in your throne room for his arrival.  

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Everett was beside himself when he was informed you wished to see him in private. Did you possibly know it was him? The boy you met in the garden? But how could you? He had changed so much since that day; he was almost unrecognizable. 

You had changed as well, he thought. When he saw you up there on that pedestal, during the parade, he was breath taken. After his rough journey back to the capital, his tired, baggy eyes felt relief upon the sight of you. You shined so brightly; it looked as if there was a halo above your head.  

You had grown up so beautifully (not that you weren't already beautiful before) and so elegant yet powerful, and he was convinced you were a goddess. He, a filthy dog, felt unworthy to even look upon your divine self. In fact, everyone here was unworthy of even looking at you.  

Before he could think much more about it, your angelic voice rang out, as you informed the soldiers you were to reward them for their services. Gods you were so benevolent, so kind and giving.  

He was so engrossed in staring up at you, that he didn't realize his heart was thundering in his chest at the mere sight of you; It was almost painful, just as it was now, as he stood outside the doors to your throne room.  

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You were surprised by the sight of the grand knight as he entered the room. You didn't know what you were anticipating, but it definitely wasn't this hulking figure. He was quite tall, and broad with muscle. His hair was as dark as a starless night sky, and long enough to reach his shoulders.  

He walked up to the throne you were sitting on and kneeled in front of you, not once looking at you. His hair covered his face as he bowed, and you couldn't get a good look at it.  

Ok now you definitely needed to know what he looked like; the anticipation was killing you.   

“No need to kneel, you have proven yourself quite enough, honorable knight. Stand up so I can see your face.”  

Your command was strict and confident, that of an experienced ruler, yet it was soft at the same time.  

He followed your command almost instantly, standing tall and stiff. As you gazed into each other's eyes, you couldn't help the feeling of familiarity washing through you, yet you couldn't quite place it.  

Brushing the feeling aside, you spoke: 

“I have called you here today in order to reward you personally for the great effort and success you have achieved in the war. Not only did you rise to the highest position as Grande knight, but you also led your troupes to countless victories and essentially won the war. For that, I am grateful, and with this gratitude, I shall grant you any one wish you so choose.”  

The knight remained stoic throughout your speech, and you wondered if he even cared about this whole thing. There was a moment of silence, where the two of you just looked into each other's eyes......but then it got awkward, and you spoke once more. 

“If it is needed, you may take a few days before deciding on what you would like...” 

You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. The knight was expressionless the whole time. It was a little scary in all honesty, but you were a queen, you were used to these types of interactions.  

Then, almost hesitantly, the knight replied. 

“If I may, your Majesty, I have my wish.” 

There was a beat, “and that is....?” 

You said, intrigued. 

“I would like to be your personal guard, your Highness, that is my wish.” 

He said it confidently, as if he already knew what he wanted beforehand. You couldn't help but gape at his response, not ever would you have guessed this would be his response. Without thinking you blurted: “Are you sure this is what you want? I was thinking you would want something like riches, or.....”  

You trailed off awkwardly. This whole thing was just odd, but he replied quickly so you couldn't dwell. 

“Yes, this is what I want.” 

Still surprised, you replied hesitantly. 

“Very well, I promised you anything, and if this is your wish, you shall be my personal guard. We will discuss matters more in depth later, but for now, go and enjoy the ball.” 

At your dismissal, the Grande knight nodded, turning to leave. 

“Wait!” 

you called out without thinking, quickly composing yourself. 

“I must know, what is your name?” 

He turned back to you and spoke calmly. 

“It is Everett, your majesty, just as you named me.” 

And with that, he turned and left, leaving you to sit there in shock.  

It was him; you finally recognized him. The little boy from your childhood.  

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As soon as the doors closed, Everett panted heavily, a blush spreading rampant over his face. His heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest (and across the frickin world at this point). His hands shook as he ran them up over his face and then combed through his hair. 

He couldn't believe that had just happened. You would let him—he got to--he would get to spend every day with you now, be by your side, protect you--this was the best day of his life. And the way you commanded him like that—his eyes rolled back recalling the pleasure.  

He’s waited so long for this. He may not be worthy of you, no one could be worthy of you-- you were meant to be worshipped--but he would do his best.  

So, as Everett walked down the large, beautifully adorned hallway, he thought of all the ways he could please you.  

A/N: Another chapter Yayyyy! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter will be the royal ball! I'll try to get the next chapter out within the next few days :D

[thebenjiblackwoodexpress]

Jump then Fall prt.6

Description: Aeron must win back the heart of Y/N after breaking her trust, but he must also deal with his unwanted betrothal to Roslyn Tully in order to be with the woman he loves.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: female reader, pure angst, Canon typical misogyny, mentions of slut shaming, slight non-con kiss.

ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔬𝔫𝔢~ 𝔗𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔴𝔦𝔣𝔱

Y/N had not wanted to dance with Edmund Bracken, he was pompous and had little respect for those he viewed below his station, which included her and her family. But he was part of Aeron's family and she would at least try to be amicable for him. Shooting Aeron an apologetic glance, she allowed Edmund to take hold of her hand and waist to turn her about the room.

"You seem very close with my cousin Ser Aeron, Y/N." Of course he would never address her as "My lady" as Aeron always had, he had no such respect.

"We have been since we were children and I should hope that it's obvious that we love one another."

"Did he tell you that?"

"What?"

"That he loved you?" Y/N was dumbfounded by Edmund's question. Of course Aeron had told her he loved her, they were very open about their love for one a other, she did not see a reason to hide it when she was certain they both felt the same for one another.

"I do not take your meaning Ser" she spoke through gritted teeth.

Edmund simply shot her a smile that was all teeth with no warmth. "Only that I'd be wary of how publicly you have expressed your...affection for one another. I do not wish to be the one to tell you that my Lord Uncle has promised his hand to another. I am sure that he does love you in his own way if he has said so."

Y/N was furious that Aeron's own cousin would speak such lies about him, spew such vitriol, attempt to stain his honour in such a despicable manner. He could never understand the faith she had in Aeron, their bond of trust unbreakable.

She was sure her face must look like a stormcloud and she spat back "You lie."

Before she could get another word out to defend the man she loved Aeron had cut in and wrapped her in his arms, with Edmund mumbling a final case for her to consider what he had said. So happy was she to dance with Aeron after he had so oft avoided her at his uncle's banquets, falsely believing his feelings to be unrequited, she was able to cast Edmund's taunts from her mind entirely.

That was until the world came crashing down around Y/N as Lord Bracken revealed to the whole hall how foolish she had been to believe the word of any man, even one she had trusted since childhood and loved almost all of her life.

She could bear to look at Aeron for only a second before she swiftly fled the hall, not caring what any of the guests thought of her. From his pleading look she was sure he would follow her and so she tried to prepare herself to do that which was hardest, to safeguard her heart and reputation from any further damage she would have to place a wall between them that could never be pulled down.

Aeron ignored his Uncle's shouts and the shocked expressions of the guests gathered in the hall, sprinting out so fast he almost tripped over several times in his desperation to reach Y/N and explain everything. He quickly caught up with his lady, wrapping an arm around her waist to halt her movements at the end of the hallway atop the stairwell that would lead her out of his home. His words were frantic, his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Y/n please, I beg of you to let me explain." Y/N pushed him away from her, whipping her head around to fix him with a glare so fierce but full of sadness. Tears streamed down her face already and he thought he would die at the devastation and distrust evident upon her face, all which he had caused. "Did you know?" Each word was enunciated so he could not misunderstand her question.

He had to force himself to answer, to admit that he had in fact known about this farcical betrothal and kept it from her. He had of course never meant to go through with it, he'd been under the impression that his Uncle had forgotten about it entirely once he'd stormed from his halls. He was struck by his own selfishness and carelessness, to Y/N of all people, the one person he had always wanted to put her faith in him. Taking a deep breath, aware that his next words would irrecovably alter the already tenuous invisible string of fate he had always believed tied them together, he spoke. "Yes, but you must believe me when I say that I never entertained even for a moment the idea of marrying any other but you. I could and would never." In that moment Aeron knew that no explanation would ever be enough to atone for what he had done. As her face fell into a look of utter despair, he felt the invisible string break as she lost her trust in him and cut the cord herself. He wanted her to rail at him, shout at him, strike him even if it would make her feel better, though he knew she was much too gentle for it. Anything but the tears and look of utter betrayal she now bore which cut him to the quick.

Her voice came out so soft and broken it sent an acute pain through his chest, through his very soul, to know that he had hurt her so deeply. "I defended you. I trusted you. You wanted to know what your cousin said to me. He told me that you were already betrothed, that you had no intention of marrying me, that everyone knew it too. I trusted you so completely, wanted you so desperately that I would not believe it. But he was right, you had no intention of ever marrying me. Indeed it is I who have been foolish, you never made me any such promises."

Aeron floundered briefly at a loss for how to comfort his Y/N, to prove his love for her. He would get on his knees and profess it over and over if he had to. "Y/n please don't believe for even a second that I would ever cast you aside for another. I have only ever wanted you. I have never and will never love another." He could hear the desperation in his own voice, his throat restricted and closing up, thick with his own tears. His words did nothing to assuage Y/N's anger however. "Love isn't enough Aeron, not for an unmarried woman and truthfully I don't understand how you could have ever loved me and yet kept something so essential a secret. I gave you my heart so publicly. Even that Blackwood who attacked me knew the truth of it better than myself" she muttered the last part and shock jolted through him at her remembrance of the Blackwood bastard calling her a whore. He found he could barely breathe at such a horrific notion, that he could have had anything but pure intentions towards her.

He spoke his next words carefully, looking into her eyes all the while in the hopes that she would read the veracity of them in his eyes. "My intention has always been to marry you, my love for you always pure. Anyone who doubts it cannot see with their eyes. Do you not understand the depth of my feelings for you, how my heart beats as one with yours?" In an act of pure desperation he feverishly pulled her to him and kissed her with an intensity that caught her off guard. It took Y/N a couple of seconds to react before she forcibly shoved him from her. Aeron's intention had been to pour all of the love he felt for into this kiss and allay Y/N's fears that there could be anyone but her for him, but he instantly knew that he had done the wrong thing as she pushed him again. Had she not just told him of her fears for her reputation, her wariness of his true intentions? He was a fool to think any physical comfort could have convinced her that his feelings for her had a stronger foundation than mere attraction.

Y/n was incensed, to kiss her now after what she'd just said. It was almost cruel. He made no move to stop her as she pushed him in the chest a third time before letting out an agonising sob and turning her head away from him. He stood a few paces apart from her, his head bowed downward. He tried to restrain himself from reaching out to embrace her as he heard her laboured breathing and saw her try to steady it with a hand on her chest, concerned she would faint. "How can I acquit myself to you" He begged solemnly, his voice coming out weaker than he had intended. Y/N turned fully back to him to drive a dagger straight through his already broken heart with her words. "What you've done cannot be undone. I wish for you to never touch me again. Do not follow me." And to respect her wishes he remained where he stood to watch the only woman he would ever love flee from him a second time that night.

He waited for hours each day underneath their favoured meeting place, the familiar leaves of the golden brackentree doing nothing to calm his perpetually racing thoughts and growing despair as another day passed where he did not see his love, did not hear her voice. It was on the fifth day when he next saw Y/N as she made her way up the hill to their tree, her head turned downward. He dared to hope that she had sought him out. But no, she looked surprised and quite frankly alarmed to see him as she finally looked upon reaching the summit of the hill. Perhaps she had also hoped to find solace here where they had both once been so happy. Aeron quickly stumbled to his feet, hoping she would allow him to explain himself better this time and to regain her favour. But to his dismay she immediately turned back whence she had come and walked at a brisk pace away from him. This time he did not idly stand by but pursued her with long strides.

"Y/N I have loved you since I've known you. Please do not doubt it. You have been a part of every hope and dream, every waking thought and it has always been my greatest desire that you should be my wife and Lady Bracken."

Aeron followed Y/N ceaselessly down the hill, though she did not slow her pace or look back at him once. Reluctant to touch her or invade her space as he had mistakenly attempted at the banquet, all he could do was beg her to listen to his entreaties. A glimmer of hope etched its way into his heart when Y/N suddenly halted at the base of the hill but it was quickly dashed by her expression, an admixture of despair and anger that pulled at his heartstrings and made him hate himself more than he already did for causing the woman he loved such pain with his utter carelessness. She spoke but a few words to him but they struck him like a blow and echoed in his mind days after. "I do not wish to speak to you or see you ever again Ser, if you ever cared for me at all I ask that you respect my wishes and never approach me hence." Y/N's voice trembled on the last few words, but she was resolute. Nonetheless he pleaded "Please do not order me away from your side" losing any semblance of restraint and pulling her back towards his chest, one hand wrapped around her shoulders as he placed his head upon her shoulder, the other gripping her waist to hold her against him. Y/N was swift to remove herself from his arms, Aeron quickly dropping them once he felt her shifting. He would not keep her there against her will.

Y/N let in a shaky breath as she tried to hold in a sob but said no more, merely walking in the direction of her home. Aeron stood rooted to the spot, praying to the gods that she would glance back at him, even while knowing she would not. 

Another week passed where Aeron had no word from Y/N, despite the various missives he had sent by raven, hoping they would be more acceptable to her than seeing him at present. He could barely eat or sleep, so consumed was he by his grief as he started to believe he had really lost his love. That he could not win her back. His uncle remained insistent on the matter of his betrothal to Roslyn Tully, although upon his return to the banquet Hall where Y/N had fled she had made it clear that she had no more desire to marry him than he had her. This renewed his hope in swaying his uncle's mind peaceably. He would not marry anyone but Y/N, he'd sooner put himself to the sword and had threatened his uncle with as much.

With so much time alone to think he began to believe the true problem lay in the tensions between the Blackwoods and Brackens to begin with. They'd fought for so long they hardly knew what for. We're they truly to destroy one another over feuding Targaryen rulers so far from the Riverlands? A strange occurrence had him questioning everything he had ever believed about duty and loyalty, about the hatred of the Blackwoods he had inherited. Two days past, Benjicot Blackwood had arrived at the front entrance to his halls cradling his dearest cousin in his arms and looking at her like she was that most precious to him in the whole world. He had known then that it was a look of love, he was sure he'd looked at Y/N just the same. Taking his cousin from Benjicot's arms, careful not to jostle her injured ankle too badly, he discovered a newfound respect for the future lord of Raventree and ordered his uncle's bannermen to let him pass freely back into Blackwood land.

If he could treat with the Blackwood heir, perhaps they could forge an alliance that would put an end to the years of strife and conflict that had cost both sides so much already. It was a bold idea, but one that would no doubt save countless lives and secure both Aeron and Benjicot the chance to marry the women they loved without the pressing weight of political alliances and boundary stones to hinder them.

He jolted up from his slumped position on his desk and scrambled to find paper and ink for the two letters he was about to write. One would go to Raventree, an appeal to Benjicot Blackwood to treat with him on the boundary lines that separated their lands and Houses. The other would go to Y/N. He was not certain he would ever be able to make amends or earn her love back, but he owed it to them both to share this wild idea of his that she might understand his pure intentions towards her, that his love for her had always been true. He had spent hours upon hours pacing back and forth, writing and rewriting his letters to her, considering how each word might be interpreted. This time he knew exactly what he wanted to say, so sure was he in the course he had set. With a final flourish of his quill, he blew on the parchment to dry the ink and rolled up the letter which contained within it all his hopes for future happiness.

My Dearest Love,

I realise that no promises or professions of love will sway your heart and I understand now that they could never have sufficed for what I have done. I will offer you tangible proof of my love instead so that if you cannot bring yourself to love me once again, you will have no doubt of my truest intentions or the depth of my love for you, which reaches farther than the ancient roots of the Brackentree where first we met. I think often of my good luck in being the one to catch you that day and for every moment since with you. I will treat with the heir to Raventree in the hopes that we may put aside our ancient grievances to forge a new path of peace between our two Houses and, gods willing, avert a terrible conflict. Should I fail in this admittedly bold undertaking, I will assure you now that nothing will or ever could have persuaded me to marry Roslyn Tully, an act which would have ensured the perpetual misery of three parties.

With all the love that I possess,

Your Good Knight

I actually had so much fun writing this, weirdly think I'm most comfortable writing angst over fluff. It must be the track 5 girlie in me (for all my fellow swifties).

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

You were never a monster

Ramón Salazar x wife!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, emotions, fluff, kisses, blood, injury, no use of y/n

Summary : Leon had spared him, left a monster behind and now he, the despicable creature has to face the love and especially the feelings of his wife. In front of her, a creature that barely resembled the man she had married. Was it even possible to love something like that?

info : Thank you dear @lovesick-on-the-loose for the request it was a pleasure to write the scenario, Ramòn in his monster flower or chymere as the case may be is simply interesting. Have fun reading :)

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A lord, he was a lord a Kastelann, the eighth and momenta last exalted of the Salazar bloodline. His family was honourable and old and established in Spain, feared by those who hated them and actually loved by the people.

People a simple being who, with the birth of Ramón and his traits, turned away from the family, their saviours. If they didn't want and accept him, they would feel all his wrath and so would the lord.

Even if his power was not as glorious as that of his predecessors, even if he lacked beauty and grace, he had one thing above all… his lord.

The holy Lord Saddler, the might he gave him as powerful as it was deadly and a figure that hardly helped his appearance.

In the time he was immersed in the cult, his insides plagued by pain and the burden of his family on his shoulders, he at least had hope for a time of betterment in his probably short life. ,,Another good morning my darling" he was woken by her voice, his wife didn't have to get up early for that but she insisted on looking after him.

A sacrifice of love and compassion, a mix that did not hurt Ramón, but rather honoured him more than anything else. It was her love that made him hope that one day hope would be brought to his family.

From the make-up session together that ended with a chaste kiss on the back of the hand, the hours spent together in the library and the garden where some flowers he had planted for her grew when he had seen her hoping in a book, always coming back to the type of plant.

She was the one who put herself between him and Sadler, knowing that the more her beloved Ramón stayed away from her, ,,Your sorrow truly touches me, your kindness is a gift…but you can't do anything about what's coming" he had told her when he came back late at night to a missed dinner and she stayed alone again and dined alone.

Even if his apologies were sincere, when she heard his cries and rants through his door, the rage inside him, the curse of his family haunting him, he didn't let her share in that pain.

She loved Ramón, she had seen his noble side, the side of a nobleman, not the monster he had allowed himself to become for as long as he could remember.

She suspected that Saddler wanted something from Ramón again, she herself had only seen this ‘holy man’ once but he was creepy, had hardly anything human about him and if she was honest he didn't even seem really alive. ,,A ride in the countryside would do us good, darling," she had tried to approach Ramón, taking his cool hand in hers and curtsying.

It was a rejection like the next and the next, he didn't want her, didn't want her company and even if she didn't know he was afraid, she knew when the echo of gunshots could be heard in the village that it wasn't something but someone coming towards her.

It didn't even take three days before Ramón seemed to get more nervous, only dealing with his ‘bodyguards’ that she tried to avoid, the cold reddish eyes and the claws she had only seen once was enough to send a shiver down her spine, ,,You stay in your chamber until I collect you…I love you" he brought her into her chamber, his hand gripping hers tightly and running it over the gold ring on her wrestler.

,,Ramón’ came from her after he had kissed her and she heard the door close, the key turn and his footsteps move away. He had chosen his fate and saved her life.

Her fear increased with each successive shot, she banged on the door and none of the servants answered the bell, she was a prisoner in her own home this bounty hunter or soldier whatever he was had come to the castle had seen him from her window only briefly looking around.

However, she was stuck in her room…until the moment the castle suddenly went silent.

No gunshot, no scream and no voices seemed to be wandering around the castle and she was startled when her door opened as if by magic.

Carefully looking out she found no one, no one seemed to be here and she feared the answer to the question of where her husband was, lifting her dress slightly she walked faster through the castle searching the places where Ramòn usually was but with each time she pulled open the door and looked where he was her heart beat more and more with fear.

The whole castle seemed to be empty and as she was about to go to the stables to saddle her horse and ride out she paused, a place she had never been and had only been once before.

Hastily rushing back to the castle, she took the steps of the staircase two at a time, almost tripping and tearing her dress if she hadn't held on, ,,Ramòn! Darling, I'm on my way!" she shouted into the dark vaulted cellar complex and grabbed one of the torches and held it in front of her, trying to roughly remember the passage that led to the cliffs that were almost the end of an island.

Her footsteps in the corridors echoed the sound of hissing and hissing, a painful wail that made her hope it wasn't too late, she didn't want to lose him.

Stepping out of the corridor she threw away the torch and saw that part of the bridge had already been torn down, stones were kicking up dust, shell casings lay on the floor and she saw the corrosive acid running down the walls.

,,Ramòn?" she asked quietly, afraid that the mercenary was still here but he wasn't and she breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed to have moved on and she was alone with her husband, wherever he might be. He had not answered her repeated questions, but the sounds suggested that he must still be alive.

Walking onwards through the ruins of the only beautiful passage, she saw this creature lying on a cracked stone field in front of her, but above all she saw with horror that this something lying there was her beloved.

Screaming his name, she hurried towards the creature and saw the fleshy, steaming petals, which she couldn't seem to describe in any other way, trying to cover Ramòn, ,,Darling…you-you're alive" she said, almost whispering as her hand lay on one of the leaves, cold and slimy, she could feel the life underneath.

But he pulled back, trying to get away from her but his huge body wouldn't allow it, ,,Don't…don't…look at me,’" she finally heard his voice consumed, hoarse as if someone had shot him so many times in the body that the blood was in his throat.

The tentacles with which he was probably defending himself lay between them both and she could no longer look into his yellow eyes, ,,A monster…I don't need any help" he continued to mumble but couldn't manage to heave his massive body out of the way.

Carefully she raised her trembling hand, feeling fear mixed with grief as she carefully pushed the tentacles out of the way, ,,Ramòn you are not a monster" she began and even though his form looked horrible, the slime and acid could most likely kill her.

He was obviously badly injured, she could see the blood on the floor, the fight they had had was not only brutal but also protracted. ,,Besides, don't hide yourself and your pain from me, I can see your suffering," she warned and reached through the outside and grasped his hand, ice-cold, she was afraid he would be dead if she hadn't felt the wince and the sigh.

Ramòn, though hardly his former self, slowly put down his tentacles and opened his petals, ,,You…you don't see me as a monster?" he dared to ask, holding her hand and crawling towards her almost hopefully, golden eyes full of pain and devotion looking at her.

She shook her head, feeling the tears blur her vision as she moved closer and his other hand also reached out to her, ,,You are my Ramòn, my husband…my graceful Castelan," she assured him and gave him a single careful kiss on the forehead. The lady took her time with her beloved.

Hours passed until Ramòn had changed back to some extent, came out of his shell and she dressed him in a velvet curtain to replace his lost clothes.

The walk back to the main castle seemed to take hours but in all that time he held her hand, leaning on her and most importantly she heard the ,,Thank you my love" which she returned and hugged him tighter to let him know he was not alone.

He would never be alone, he had never been a monster, he was her husband, her beloved and above all a person who may not have been perfect but someone who could love and that was all that mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ramontism , @goldenponcho , @xgrisleyx , @ghostssi

[the-fiction-witch]

Future P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sad / Sweet /Dark

Part 2 please Omgggg that just broke me Plz part two Oh my god I'm crying now the ending is so sad but agree with the comments part 2 please 🙏

Warning: Suicidal mentions, self-harm, self-surgery, Attempted suicide, mentions of abortion, 

I headed across the hospital getting on with my usual business, I was finally getting back into the swing of things. I- I kinda, well... shut down after y/n left. I had done little but wallow around in my room, but I was getting back now even if I still felt like someone had cut me open and ripped out my heart. I'd have given anything to see her, but... I didn't want to go chasing after her. I didn't want to cause her any more pain. Even if I admit I had walked past her house more than I liked to admit, but I never saw her. 

I adjusted my waistcoat as I moved across the halls, I spotted a round man in the corridor and didn't think much of him. But as I got closer he seemed to know me. 

"You!" He yelled, "You horrendous, despicable, wretched Bastard!" 

Ohh shit, what have I done now? "Are you sure you're looking for me?" 

"Yes, I am Doctor Dawkins!"

"What exactly have I done to make you think this of me?"

"You know what you did!" He yelled, "I should have you hung right here!"

"What is it I am supposed to have done?"

"You Defilied my daughter!"

"I- I did nothing of the sort!"

"Yes, you did she admitted it!"

"I have done no such thing! Who are you even talking about?"

"Y/n Y/l/n!"

"... Y/n? You're Mr Y/l/n? You're Y/n's father!" Immediately I tried very hard not to knock him out the moment I knew who he was, my rage boiled in my blood, to think of all he had done to his daughter, that he had been the one to keep us apart, but I let out a breath trying to calm down if I have any hope of seeing her again, punching her father's lights out isn't the best idea, "You're daughter, Y/n. She is the woman I love. I am deeply in love with her, I have been since I met her, I know of your plan to marry her off but please if you'll even consider-"

"You have some nerve!" he yelled, "To speak of such talk at a moment like this! what are you trying to pull boy!"

"I am not pulling anything! I love her, I want to be with her, I want to marry her!"

"I do not wish to hear it-"

"Well, I'm still going to say it! I will say it a thousand times scream it from the hospital roof if I must," I told him "I am in love with your daughter!" I yelled, "I do not care for social rules, for standings and business, I don't care! I love her! I want to be with her! And I will not stop saying it until you allow me to be with her. I love her and I will tell you until you accept it, and I know she is in love with me too." 

"You defiled her!"

"I- I- Mr Y/l/n. I swear to you, I love your daughter beyond measure. I have never hurt her. I would never hurt her. She is far too sweet and far too precious, I swear to you on my life and my honour I have not ever touched your daughter." 

"Liar!"

"I- I admit... I held her hand. I admit I kissed her. I admit I once held her in my arms as comfort when she cried but that is all I swear I would never have done anything more and everything I did with her was consensual." 

"Then explain this!" He yelled handing me a letter, 

I took it rather confused and it was Y/n's handwriting, I did my best to read it given my... issues with reading, but words stuck out to me, 'innocence', 'Pregnancy', 'dishonour', 'goodbye'. This... this was a note to her father, explaining she had lost her innocence to me, she had gotten pregnant and that she felt such dishonour over this that she was to- no. No. No! "Where is she! Is she okay! What happened! What did she do!"

"She's here. Resting."

"Sh-She's alive!"

"Just. by the grace of god." 

I sighed in relief for a moment I thought she had really- But nothing in this letter made sense, I never had sex with her, we never did anything close to that, she wasn't pregnant, this didn't make sense. 

"After what you've done... spoiled my sweet girl! Not even her betrothed would want her now." He said, "If you truly love her, take her."

"T-Take her?"

"Have her. Take the damn bitch. She's no good to me. As a shell of a girl. Useless little thing"

"Where is she?"

"Room six." 

I didn't even wait I bolted as fast as I could through the hospital tears in my eyes until I got to room six, I burst in without a thought and there she was. 

Laid in a white nightie against the bed, sheets tucked up close to her, she was pale, and ghostly, but she was alive. It broke my heart to see her like this, I went over and held her hand, she was weak and limp but her pulse was still going, 

"Y/n?" I whispered trying to see if I could wake her my voice shaky, desperate full of sadness "Y/n? Y/n please, please just open your eyes" I begged, 

My words made her stir clearly weak and in pain, but slowly her eyes opened, she saw me and as our eyes met I couldn't hold my tears, so thrilled to see her, so thrilled to know she was okay, her lips slowly parted and her voice strained as it spoke, "Hi Jack."

"Hi Y/n." I choked up stroking her cheek trying desperately to comfort her, "How are you?"

"Uhh... A catastrophic amount of pain." she muttered,

"Will you show me?" I asked, "Please, I need to see. I need to know your okay." 

She seemed distant as I asked, but she took my hand and slowly brought it to her lips kissing it before she moved my hand to her stomach, I gave her a questionable look but I pulled back the covers, and pushed up her nightie expecting cuts on her thighs, her arms but they weren't there, instead I saw this brand new freshly sewn surgical scar across her stomach. it froze me to my core... 

"Wh- who did this to you-" I asked anger boiling over my tears turned angry I wanted to know I wanted to know this minute what this bastard had done to her! and who could ever be so cruel to do this to such a sweet girl?

"I did..." she whispered, 

Her words hit like a tone of bricks, she did this? ".... what did you do?" I whispered,

"It's hard to explain..."

"And- and this letter- none- none of this is making sense to me..."

"I can explain," she nodded, 

I sat beside the bed and held her hand ready to listen as long as I needed to understand, 

"I went home, I told my father what you said I told him how I had found a man who loved me, who wanted to marry me, wanted to be with me, but he didn't listen, I begged him to call off this wedding, to call of this man I was to be sold to, told him I would go to the chapel happily so long as I was marrying you." She explained, 

Awww my sweet little y/n. My y/n. that's the sweetest thing I could have heard, 

"But he denied me, I begged him pleaded him, he wouldn't listen. Said if I was to be going out and doing such things I should be locked away until my wedding, so... he locked me in my room."

"He- He locked you in your room!" My anger started to boil over again at the thought she had begged her father, said she would agree to his terms with one minor change, and still he locked her away. 

"He did, he locked me in my room. I tried to sneak out but he kept catching me. I kept trying to sneak out to see you but I kept getting caught, I knew soon my husband would arrive and it would be too late... so, I admit, in my desperation, I came up with a plan."

"A plan?" I asked, "What kind of plan?"

"After all your lessons, I felt confident enough to do... do this." She said looking at her scar, "My father cannot sell me to a man who wants a baby machine if I cannot make children."

"I know you can't have children but how did you convince your... " I began but I glanced at her scar, "Y/n?"

"He never believed I couldn't, so I ensured the impossibility." She said, 

"H- h- How are you not dead!" I yelled, "How did you not die of shock! how on earth did you do this surgery on yourself! How did you even get through the pain!"

"I drank... a lot of whiskey. A lot of cocaine cough medicine." she nodded,

"Uhhhh.... yeah that'll do it." I nodded, "How did that not kill you! How did you not bite your own tongue out?"

"I bit down on my pillow." She smiled, "I used the vintage surgical tools I have in my room as decor, I cleaned them first of course." she explained "I know I was foolish to do it, I just didn't know another way out..."

"I- Yeah you are foolish. so so foolish but- I admit, I can't not be impressed." I admit, "You completed a partial Abdominal hysterectomy on yourself! on your own! In your bedroom, with vintage surgical equipment, you were using as wall decor!"

"I did," she nodded, 

"You are absolutely insane," I told her, giving her lips a sweet kiss, "I fucking love you so much!"

"I love you too,"

"But the note?"

"I wrote it before I started, I knew I uhh wouldn't exactly have a lot of explaining time after, so I made the note ready for when my maid would bring breakfast, I lied. I said we had fallen in love so deeply that I allowed you freedom with me, that now I was pregnant and felt such dishonour from what I had done, at the disappointment of my family and husband-to-be, I wrote that I in my surgical knowledge I was to attempt my own abortion. I know my father would not know the difference, all to make it look as if my attempted surgery had gone wrong and instead of an abortion I ended up 'mistakingly' giving myself a partial hysterectomy." She explained, "So they found it after I collapsed from the pain, luckily just after I was done stitching up, they rushed me here, they checked me over, and that's it. Father want's nothing to do with me, my husband-to-be doesn't want me, and I am free to do and marry whom I wish."

"You are insane. you are the craziest person I have ever met, that is the most convoluted plan I have ever heard." I told her, "And it makes me love you even more, I'm so happy your okay. I don't care what you did or how you did it I'm just so happy your okay, and that we can be together." 

"I think it was clever."

"It was kinda clever," I laughed giving her more kisses, "It's so, so sweet you were so willing do to this just to me with me." 

"Do- do you still want me now?"

"Do I- Of course I do! I still want you. I still love you. if anything I love you more to see how devoted you are, to see how much you were willing to do just to be with me, and to see... how much to actually listen to my lessons." 

"You do?"

"I really do, I'm so impressed, so amazed, so utterly in love, I want you now even more than before." I told her, "You have no idea the mess I was without you, and when I thought you- It broke me, I can't imagine a life without you in it."

"Neither can I," she smiled "I love you so much,"

"I love you more." 

"Can I ask something?"

"Yes my sweet y/n?"

"Can you grade me on a curve?" she giggled looking at her scar,

I laughed, "Ohh, I think that's fair." I nodded, "Will you let me look?" I asked and she nodded so I very gently and carefully looked over her, and I had to admit... she did a damn good job, "Ohh very good, barely any blood, good clean up, very nice stitching, and given you're doing it on your first living patient, on yourself and with no painkillers... I am gonna have to give that a A++++" 

"Yay!" she playfully smiled even if she was weak

"Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?" 

"Well..."

"What is it?"

"Could I..." she began, "Get a kiss?"

I smiled and gave her lips a sweet kiss, and my heart fluttered so much for her, after all this she had been through she's still my y/n, and I still love her more than anything. I did my best to be slow even if I wanted to kiss her much more, but she was weak, and tried, and I didn't want to overwhelm her. I pulled back and happily watched her as she rested playing with her hair and making sure she was alright, I can't even imagine the pain she must have been through. 

"Jack?"

"Yeah? Yeah, I'm here Y/n."

"do you... still want to marry me?"

"More than anything," I smiled, "You and I will build a very wonderful future together. Where we shall get married, you shall work as my head nurse, we will live together get ourselves a nice little house by the water, spend our days taking care of people, and our nights in one another arms, You'll be My y/n. My Mrs Dawkins." I told her kissing her hand, "Is that a future you want?"

"It is, it's the future I only knew once in my dreams."

"Well, then we shall have to make our dreams reality." I smiled 

"I do... feel bad,"

"About?"

"My condition, and now what I've done. I- I can't ever give your children."

"There are many children in this world who need parents who will love them. If you want children to be a part of our future, I will let you have as many children as our house can hold." 

"You mean it?"

"Of course,"

"I love you so much Jack,"

"I love you too Y/n," I smiled, "My y/n. My sweet sweet y/n. Now you rest. I'll be right here don't you worry, I'll take care of you every moment until you're all better. and as soon as you're better... I'll make you Mrs Dawkins."

"I best get better soon then," she giggled tugging my hand close to her tugging me into a kiss, 

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

The answer to Susu’s question is lying right next to her, watching her with those warm soulful eyes full of love. Tantai Jin who himself IS a concubine’s son, who has never met his mother but braids his hair in the honour of her and her heritage, who no one ever loved and people have mistreated, abused and despised his whole life, who lived like the poorest of the poor and never possessed anything, including a love thread unlike BC until now, yet despite it all, even despite being an actual devil’s spawn with an evil bone, he has never hurt innocent people or stolen what didn’t belong to him.

Bingchang turned this way because she could never love anyone more than she loved herself. She is a real devil, a murderer of her own family, or as Ming Ye once accurately put it, she is more despicable than any devil.

Why anyone would lose sleep over such a bitch is beyond Tantai Jin, proving he is the smartest and sanest person out there. Moreover, when Susu’s got him lying next to her and looking at her like that, there are definitely better things to do with such a man if sleep eludes you than thinking about your horrid ‘sister’.

Self-aware king.

His sadness, disappointment, self-deprication and insecurity that he truly used to be somehow deficient, twisted and not enough and that everything that happened to him might have been his fault after all.

He is observing her so searching and inquisitively with the eager and innocent curiosity of a little boy who believes she knows and holds all the answer to the universe he doesn’t understand and waiting to explain them to him. How could she not when she has taught him what love was.

[yandere-toons]

Someone: *says something rude about the reader*

Yandere: You talk a lot of shit for someone who's house is so flamable.

Characters that have this vibe:

Patrick Hockstetter

Kai (Ninjago)

Tom Lucitor

Bridgit Pike | Firefly

Iblis (Blue Exorcist)

Smaug

Matthew Patel

Deadpool | Wade Wilson

Godzilla

Hades (Hercules 1997)

Snotlout Jorgenson + His Monstrous Nightmare Hookfang

Ruffnut & Tuffnut Thorston

Zuko

Jesse Gemstone

Lili Zanotto

Red Son (Monkie Kid)

Eric Cartman

Mr Piranha

Vaas Montenegro

Coriolanus Snow

Lord Garmadon

Roger the Alien

Stewie Griffin

Negaduck | Jim Starling

Bender Bending Rodríguez

Rocket Raccoon

Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo

Rin Okumura

Five Hargreeves

The Joker

Shelby Brothers

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Lili Zanotto

Judge Claude Frollo

Mushu

Daemon Targaryen

Joffrey "for someone whose head is so cuttable" Baratheon

Sheldon J. Plankton

Bowser

Emperor Zurg

Emperor Nefarious

Handsome Jack

Trevor Philips

Gremlins

Bakugou Katsuki (early on)

Dabi

Duncan (Total Drama)

Heather (Total Drama)

Honourable Mentions:

Gru + Minions, Vector (Despicable Me), Megamind (when he was villainous), Doctor Nefarious, Gyro Gearloose and Technical Boy would consider arson too lowbrow. In their tech-savvy minds, shrink rays, piranha guns, dehydration guns, atomisation, robot and clone armies and breaking every bone in the person's body all send the correct message.

"Why settle for a house?" wonders most iterations of the Doctor (Doctor Who). "Why not drop them on some desolate planet or in some hostile universe where they die over and over again?" Bill Cipher seconds this notion.

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) would freeze the doors and ice the floors and windows, effectively creating a giant icebox as fires cannot stay burning in his presence.

Dark Helmet, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux and Darth Vader would vaporise the person's house (and planet to boot) from space. If the person was off-world at the time, those who are Force or Schwartz users will proceed to Force-choke or laser the person even after they have lost everything.

Scar (The Lion King) would arrange an accident that is tragically and unavoidably fatal while Shenzi, Banzai and Ed would maul the person in full view of a crowd.

Gaz Membrane is constantly rude to anyone who dares to be her obsession, but if anyone else tries the same rudeness, they will pay. Zim and the two main Tallest also have shades of this.

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil 5 era): Look, another test subject for Uroboros has presented itself.

Urdnot Wrex, Grunt (Mass Effect 2) and Wolverine/Logan are not the burn-your-house-down types. It would be too easy for the person to learn nothing from the experience, such as how much they should be afraid of running their mouth to the wrong stranger in the future. These three will knock the person out before they even finish the sentence.

Yzma has exactly the right potion for this human flea, except that she adds an extra four or so steps to the plan.

Lord Hater invades the scoundrel's home planet with the support of Commander Peepers and his army of Watchdogs, or he may blast the world to smithereens with a laser.

Lord Dominator delights in crushing this pest's home world with her drill and making them watch every life on it come to an end.

Marvin the Martian said it best: "Be polite, or I'll vaporise you."

[itsjaywalkers]

can I have regulus holding a little lamb 🐑 please

i don't know if this is what you had in mind nonnie but . here u go:

"Regulus?"

He startles a little, his jump making the tiny body between his arms shift slightly, a weak bleat that almost sounds like a protest dragging a frown out of him as he turns around. Regulus shushes the animal gently, rocking it against his chest before he finally looks at the person in front of him.

It isn't who he had been waiting for, considering he had called his brother, but taking into account Sirius' worrying levels of codependency when it comes to his friends, he supposes he should've seen it coming.

"Potter," he greets him, eyebrow arched. "Is my brother gonna make an appearance at some point or is he using you to elude his responsibilities? Again."

Potter starts shaking his head effusively even before Regulus has finished talking, the desperation in the gesture nearly making him roll his eyes. Always so quick to defend Sirius' honour.

"Oh, no, he's coming, I swear he's coming," James reassures him, offering him an apologetic smile. "He got held off at work, so he called me and told me you had an emergency and asked me to keep you company until he arrived."

"And couldn't he had called me to tell me that?" Regulus inquires.

James looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. "He didn't think you would've reacted well. He said it'd be... easier to just. Send me here without a heads up, to make sure you wouldn't refuse."

He cringes at the end, and even though it's the bare minimum, Regulus finds some satisfaction in Potter's obvious discomfort. It's nice to know that he isn't the only one who finds some of his brother's methods despicable, despite the usual good intentions behind them.

"So Sirius' reaction to me asking for his help is to bring his best friend to deal with the issue without consulting me about it first," he states blankly, disappointed at the fact that he isn't even that upset about the whole ordeal. Really, it's classic Sirius behaviour. They're okay now, usually at least, but part of him is always waiting for him to fuck up one way or another. "Nice to know."

"C'mon, Reg, you know that's not it—"

"Don't call me that."

Potter has the audacity to roll his eyes. "Okay, Regulus. But really, he wanted to be here, and he will be, as soon as he's done with work. This was out of his control. And he asked me to come because he didn't want you to wait for god knows how long on your own."

"Whatever," Regulus huffs, refusing to admit that hearing about Sirius' concern is enough to soften him a little. Just a tiny bit.

There's a beat of silence after that. Regulus isn't going to entertain a conversation with James Potter of all people, and besides, he's busy trying to calm the animal he's holding between his arms, which is still quite restless. Regulus doesn't blame it. He's pretty unnerved by Potter's presence himself.

Of course, and considering who he's with, it doesn't last.

"Potter," he calls him, making him snap his head up, one of his hands coming up to readjust his glasses. "Spit it out."

"What?"

Regulus represses the urge to scoff. "It's obvious there's something you wanna say. I can almost hear you thinking, and it's pissing me off, so just—fucking say it."

"Um," Potter starts, blinking a couple of times, eyes alternating between Regulus' face and his chest. "That's—a lamb. You're holding a lamb."

"Astute observation."

Potter snorts. "You gonna elaborate on that, or...?"

"I'd rather not," Regulus sniffs, raising his chin slightly.

Potter opens his mouth, more than ready to whine, maybe even push, but in the end, he simply lets out a deep sigh before closing it. The sound is resigned, which pleases Regulus, but also a little fond, which only manages to confuse him.

Although, if he's being honest, most of Potter's actions do. In ways he does his best not to think about.

"Can I at least touch it?" Potter questions, tilting his head to the right as he watches the lamb intently.

Regulus' first instinct is to refuse. But he doesn't know how long he's going to have to be alone with Potter, and antagonising the other man will probably just make this whole thing even more awkward. Tenser. Not to mention, the lamb is quite adorable, and if nothing else, he understands Potter's want to get close to it.

He nods, and Potter looks so taken aback for a second that Regulus is almost offended. But then, and before he has the chance to change his mind, Potter is moving, closing the distance in fast strides.

He's less than a breath away barely a second later, and Regulus feels dizzy all of a sudden, a woodsy scent filling his senses and a lovely warmth surrounding his limbs. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from letting out an embarrassing noise.

"Careful," he warns when Potter simply goes for it, eager and clumsy, the rushed movement dragging another weak bleat from the lamb.

"Sorry," Potter says in a whisper, so near his breath hits the side of Regulus' face. It sends a shiver down his spine.

He tries again, gentler this time, making a show of putting his hand in front of the animal. Potter waits a few seconds, and then goes to caress its head, slow and patient, watching out for any discomfort and stopping every time the lamb squirms.

As soon as the lamb looks relaxed in Potter's presence, he finally reaches out properly, touching softly and with care. The lamb barely reacts, apart from a tiny shift of his head, pressing against the contact. It makes him laugh delightedly, and Regulus hates that he can't look away.

Potter raises his head right after, a bright grin curving his lips. But they're so close that their noses graze each other with the movement, breaths intermingling, and his smile falls the moment he realises, hand stilling on top of the lamb's head.

Regulus feels his traitorous heart stutter in his chest. He wants to step back, needing to put some distance between them, but his body refuses to respond, no matter how many times he gives the command.

He's barely breathing when he licks his lips, throat dry and full of knots. And he definitely stops when Potter's gaze falls to his mouth, eyes darkening dangerously and body leaning forward, intentions more than clear.

Regulus doesn't think Potter is aware of what he's doing, and yet, this knowledge isn't enough for him to put an end to it. To pull Potter out of his daze. Push him away.

No, instead, Regulus also leans in, fingers twitching against the body between his arms. He gulps, heart beating wildly in his chest, and then he starts to close his eyes, the first contact of Potter's lips against his making him tremble. It's tentative, and so soft it can't even be called a kiss. But it still leaves him aching for more.

A needy sound crawls out of Potter's mouth, and when Regulus is about to press closer, crash their mouths together, a loud bleat makes them both jump apart.

Tending to the little lamb in his arms comes as a reflex, and Regulus is more than grateful for the distraction, even though it isn't enough to keep colour from rushing to his cheeks. He tries to focus on shushing the animal, on caressing it until it calms down, doing his best to make it feel safe. But his mind is somewhere else, on someone else, and before he can stop it, he's sneaking a glance at the other man.

Regulus' heart almost stops when he sees Potter's expression. Eyes dark and still fixed on him. Lips parted and shiny. Glasses askew. Breathing uneven.

When Regulus notices his closed fists resting at his side, knuckles almost white from how hard he seems to be holding back, he has to tear his gaze away, face burning.

Fuck.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can I ask what is it about Otto that you find attractive? I mean he's definately got something going on.

Oh my god.

I have answered an ask like this previously, and was about to link you to it, but then realised I'd be robbing myself of an opportunity to wax lyrical about my favourite old man. Prepare yourself. It's going to be long, and it's going to be fucking gross.

We'll get the obvious out of the way first; the physicality. Otto is the stereotypical, cookie cutter version of what I generally tend to go for in men. He's tall, he has a beard, and carries an air about him that makes you want to fall to your knees and unhinge your jaw each time he walks into a room. (Rhys Ifans actually has the exact same eye and nose shape as my husband, I'm not kidding)

That slutty little metal corset he wears as armour renders me to a state so feral I feel as though I could tear a phone book in half with little to no effort. I have to remove my Fitbit whenever I watch House of the Dragon, as every time that distinguished old prick appears on screen it fucking ruins my heartrate data. I am fairly certain I have tasted blood from the force of having to suppress audible moans.

Now, let's move on to the personality, because this is what really makes the full package. The Hightowers are one of the most affluent families in all of Westeros, and that's not by accident. Otto is clever, he's enterprising and there is nothing more attractive to me than intelligence and assertion. He has both by the bucket load. There's a reason he served as Hand of the King to so many monarchs - his brain is in high demand.

He's also Ser Otto Hightower - as if he's not impressive enough already, he served as a Knight of the Realm in his youth, so Peepaw knows how to fight, and his sense of honour is off the fucking charts. That's pretty swoon worthy, if you ask me.

He's a family man. Do you see how agitated he gets when Daemon brings up his dead wife? That man was down bad for Mrs. Hightower. You just know he was blowing her back out every night right up until she drew her last breath. He never remarries either. I can stan a man that is that cuntstruck with devotion.

Otto gets given a hard time for his treatment of his children, but in his mind he is acting in the best interests of both Westeros and his family. He has nothing to gain from his daughter being Queen - there is no situation in which Otto ever has a claim to the throne, he just wants to see his baby girl successful. His son, Gwayne, is a Knight. He pushes his kids to be successful.

The things I would do to this man, and allow him to do to me would redefine the very fabric of human indecency - they are are despicable. He invokes a lust in me so potent that I become more beast than woman.

He's also packing twelve inches. He told me personally.

[ilions-end]

ayyy euripides' electra time (ian johnston transl.)

i really feel i approached the three electra plays in the perfect order. the libation bearers to get me hooked, sophocles to make me frustrated and want more, and now euripides to fullfill all my secret fantasies

that is to say WOW what an initiative electra!! like in aeschylus, her path is so much clearer to her than orestes' is to him, she carries all her hate and resentment on the outside, but while aeschylus only lets her put the plot in motion and then retreat into the shadows, THIS TIME SHE PARTICIPATES. this time HER HAND IS ON THE SWORD!!! oooh delicious

i think this one also balances the weight of both murders (clytemnestra and aegisthus) more evenly than the others. personally i really like how aeschylus underlines how insignificant aegisthus is even as he dies, but now this is kinda my second favourite portioning of revenge

i DON'T MEAN TO COMPARE THE PLAYS SO MUCH, it's just i'm starting to develop LAYERS OF UNDERSTANDING here. whoops

also euripides MAKING FUN of aeschylus' electra comparing her footprint to orestes', by making her go "pshh obviously his footprint would be a different size to mine"?? i want to go back in time and tell euripides "did you think when they said their footprints were alike they were talking about SIZE? bro. omg." i am so annoyed by an ancient playwright misinterpreting another's play it's actually embarrassing.

i did enjoy euripides throwing in "hey, this might be crazy but uhh have we considered that maybe poor people can be noble and rich people can be morally corrupt" every other scene though. i bet that blew the mind of the upper class athenian audience

electra going "you dare imply that my brother would SNEAK into argos and our father's burial place like a COWARD? like a fucking LOSER with NO GUTS?". priceless

WAIT WHAT, that one-line reference to castor once trying to seduce electra. that took me by surprise. EW EW EW THAT'S YOUR SISTER'S DAUGHTER, DUDE. i'm not usually surprised at incest in greek mythology but i want to bap his nose with a rolled-up newspaper. YOU'RE A DIOSCURI, ACT LIKE IT.

yesss we love a despicable aegisthus. the vicious insecurity, the effeminate coding. myrtle flowers in his hair. electra saying whenever he gets drunk he goes to agamemnon's grave to throw stones and kick and shout abuse. oh little man you feel your own inadequacies so strongly, don't you.

but also mmmmm how this version makes the most of out of orestes' abuse of the laws of xenia. he is invited in as a friend! he's honoured with sacrifice, and turns around and commits murder with the sacrifical tools! he does the honourable thing in the most perverted way, OH it's so crunchy

i'm so emotional about electra speaking her grievances, both directly to her mother, and also how orestes encourages her to vocalize all her anger at aegisthus' corpse.

she yells at dead aegisthus what a fucking IDIOT he was to think he could seduce a married woman, marry her, and expect her to be faithful to him. it's so true it's so true

clytemnestra continues to have a point about everyone making a big to-do about her infidelity, when her husband brought back cassandra and was just gonna be like "yeah i'll have two wives (one a mad, enslaved priestess) it's fine it's normal why are you judging me".

augh how electra and clytemnestra's big confrontation made me nauseous, it's so realistically a portrait of an abusive mother who CARES about her daughter, as if that excuses the way she treats her. as if all the abuse is the fault of the child. "Why do you let your husband be cruel to me?" "That's how he is. And you have a stubborn nature." MAKING ME ILL!!!

ELECTRA'S HAND ON THE SWORD. FINALLY SHE'S ALLOWED TO HOLD THE WEAPON, TO KILL HER MOTHER.

and then OF COURSE comes the well of emotion, of bitterness, of sadness, of affection. "There. With this cloak i'm covering up one who was loved and yet not loved." AUGH AUGH AUGH IT HURTS SO GOOD

[wonumatics]

✰ jeonghan x gn. reader ; fluff, suggestive ; 0.8k

note: this was inspired by that one ep from b99

22:54, Tuesday.

Yoon Jeonghan was a man of pretty smiles and interesting opinions on Stieg Larsson’s works. It was a lonely night for you and he happened to be a wonderfully single drinking partner. You did the honours of initiating the experimental kiss at the local bar which soon led you to his place. He was great, on and off the bed. He’d even offered breakfast earlier this morning, but you declined with the excuse of work. You were satisfied with exchanging numbers for now.

10:07, Thursday. 

"You see that fucker over there?"

Frowning, you turn from your place in the courtroom’s gallery to follow Doyoung's gaze. Nicknamed Mother Doyoung by your co-workers, he never resorted to swearing unless the situation called for it. 

"That's Jeonghan. Thanks to him, I'm back in court today for— "

The rest of his words get drowned by the sight that greets you. Yoon Jeonghan, dressed in a crisply ironed white shirt, blazer, and slacks, stood near the entrance as a defence attorney, representing the perpetrator you helped Doyoung catch on Tuesday. 

Pause. Rewind. A montage of that night plays in your head. His hands were around your waist, lips tracing your jawline, and oh, what have you done?

You were a cop. You helped society by catching the bad guys. Jeonghan, on the other hand, helped free the aforementioned bad guys, undoing all your excellent work with legalese.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Jeonghan looks away from the sheave of papers he held and into your eyes, his calm and calculative look washed away by recognition. Mustering all your strength to keep your expression neutral, you tear your gaze away from him, wishing the earth would swallow you whole. If word got around your precinct that you slept with your antithesis and, worse still, enjoyed it, you halt your train of thought. Some things are better left unfinished. 

Doyoung pats your shoulder. "Don't glare (name). We know they're satan spawns, but we've got to keep things professional." 

Things between you and Jeonghan were far from professional. Nevertheless, you nod along. "The evidence is watertight this time." You lean into your chair and fold your arms. “We’ve got this.”

21:19, Thursday. 

The trial ends with the jewellery store robber walking free because, according to Jeonghan, the fact that the two of you found a bag containing glass cutting tools and shards of glass (from the store’s main window, obviously) right before the trial seemed too coincidental to be unfabricated evidence. 

Is he a despicable menace to society? Yes. 

You stare at the empty shot glass in front of you, the noise around you fading into the background. You were supposed to be here for a celebratory dinner for winning the trial, not a pity party hosted by you, for you. 

“Detective (name).” 

Think of the devil and he appears. You look up to find the version of Jeonghan you had first met, the one minus the courtroom persona. "Abettor of thievery." You say by way of greeting.

He raises an eyebrow. "The court acquitted him of all charges." 

You roll your eyes. "Whatever." 

He leans against the counter, lips curved into a smile that either makes you want to rip his hair apart or kiss him; you don't know which.

"Me versus you and the scores are one and nil." He pauses to inhale deeply. "Your defeat smells wonderful, love."

Jeonghan definitely deserves to get his hair ripped out. But you're stopped by your choice to be the bigger person. And the small part in you that recalls the way his eyes lit up when you’d asked him about the straw hat-wearing rock seated on his bedside table. “That’s Dolljong”, he’d said excitedly before picking them up from their artificial habitat and briefing you about their routine. 

Is he cute? Heck, yes.

You settle with "Shut up," and busy yourself with your next order.

He stares at you, expecting you to say a little more. "So, you're still down for the date on Saturday, right?" 

You blink, not expecting a question about the conversation you'd both had the previous day. “You're not your work, (name)” were the words Irene, your sergeant, had told you when you'd offered to do overtime during the holiday season. This statement applied here, didn't it? You were at odds against him professionally but you did not have anything against the guy himself. 

You sigh. “It'll be a mess if anyone finds out.” 

He chuckles. “No kidding, Sherlock.”

You wrinkle your nose at the nickname. "Don't call me that and—" Your voice trails away, warmth travelling up your neck. He'd moved closer, face a breath away from yours. 

"Yes or no?"  

"Yes." You mumble before giving in and tugging him by his collar, lips crashing against his and his hands settling on your waist, You break apart, satisfied with the dazed look clouding his eyes. 

"Are you free right now?" 

His eyes dart between yours and your lips but not for longer than a moment. 

"Yes."

[hcfiles]

When I first saw Henry Cavill, I fell in love, especially for his manners and the way he treated fans. At that time, I thought to myself: "Hollywood is finally changing". It turns out I couldn't be more wrong. Hollywood is a brothel, a den, a hellhole, an antrum of immoral people, bitches, drug addiction and dealing, abusers, rapists and pedophiles.

This environment first, seduces you making you believe you can freely have whatever you want, wish and desire, just to get you deluded. Then, they charge you in despicable ways, while bending and making you leave your moral standards behind, so you do what they want you to, instead. You feel obligated (those who are too weak to say NO or leave) to choose.

Or you become a hunter (usually someone who has achieved a certain status, such as a producer or director) or you accept being a prey (position of most actors). You don't survive in this jungle if you are not aligned to it. Or you bend and leave your moral standards behind or you become a joke, boycotted and forgotten.

To be working in this business you have to be aligned to it and, as a prey, you have to accept what they have for you in exchange for allowing being abused and charged. IF you choose to accept the game for roles and fame, you need to socialize and shake the hands of the ones YOU KNOW, are abusers, drug dealers, child molesters etc pretending you know nothing, because you have your own interests in significant roles, money and fame. Nothing is more important for you.

So, don't patronize Henry Cavill. He knows exactly the kind of environment he works in and is used to the immoral deals. He accepted being a prey, while trying, unsuccessfully, to become a producer to scape from the real hunters. He's aligned to the way these people work. If not, he would NEVER be an actor in Hollywood. He chose that job for the money and the fame, accepting to be part of this dirty and undignified environment for the money and the fame.

Hollywood is not a place for dignified people, for honoured men. It's a jungle, a den, a hellhole in which you can only survive if you dance according to the Devil's song, while leaving your moral standards and dignity behind. You may pretend to be honoured, straight and dignified, embodying the prince, while treated as a God. But, that's only a frontpage, a cover up for what really goes on behind the staged scenes, where you actually accept immoral deals for a role, money and spotlight.

I wonder how far Henry Cavill has gone in accepting immoral proposals in this Industry, when he insists on staging the decent man, the dignified prince, the gent who says "Dignity always comes before fame, while actually being a Hollywood escort. He's been a hot pretty face actor who gave priority to his appearance and looks and never really gave much of a second thought about his acting career skills. Acting was always about "the money is great,".

He's not really worried about gaining an Oscar or improving his performance, as long as he gets the role. Acting is just a way to gain a lot of money and to have spotlights. His last PR management gave a f**k to hiding their immoral strategies to boost his image and he apparently is doing the same. This guy is focussed on one thing only: Money and fame. He's determined in achieving what he wished for, INDEPENDENTLY FROM THE STRATEGIES HE CONSIDERS NECESSARY, and he won't mind stepping on fans' toes for it.

So, before you come blindly defending someone you don't know, based on his staged persona, avoiding admitting he's human and subjected to flaws (including moral ones), ask yourself what has this person accepted and been doing behind cameras, besides presenting the hot looks, good manners and pretty smiles.

[immediatebreakfast]

Dear Lanyon,—You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me to-night, I am lost. 

Sir Henry Jekyll, admired scientist of your time.

“It is well,” replied my visitor. “Lanyon, you remember your vows: what follows is under the seal of our profession. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors—behold!”

You are a hypocrite beyond comparison.

How could he? How truly could he dare do this? I ask, and yet the answer lays on Hyde's words, and Jekyll's intentions.

Lanyon's letter is the beginning of the end in this mystery. It is the ugly truth coming to light, it's looking at the horror directly, and wondering why are you witnessing this.

How arrogant of Jekyll to play with his disturbing discovery like this in front of his old friend. He wrote such moving letter, so well written and so desperate, to lead Lanyon to do what he wanted. Yet, in his desperation to prove his theory, Jekyll killed Lanyon.

Remember how they fell apart, a dispute about crimes against science, probably trying to do magic, and call it science. Then neither can see eachother, leaving Utterson in the middle, and in all of that time Jekyll was preparing this while Lanyon was none the wiser.

The chase, the instructions, Hyde coming to Lanyon's house specifically, all of it was planned.

Now that I truly think about it, maybe this is why Hyde had such despicable aura, and how he as mask ends up becoming "stronger" than Jekyll despite him being a fundamental part of the gentleman. Hyde's whole being, one of the pillars that made his existance possible was Jekyll's emotions towards Lanyon. All of that pettiness, the hate, the rage, all of them boiled inside Jekyll then exploded in Hyde.

Hyde is not only Jekyll with a mask, he is Jekyll's ill intentions made physical to the point that the first thing people notice about him is that negative miasma that makes them hate him. Hyde was born out of hatred!

And what Jekyll did was inflict that traumatic transformation upon Lanyon... Because Lanyon rightfully called his endeavours "unscientific balderdash." An unscientific balderdash that ended up killing him from pure terror.

This whole horrifying display of defying the laws of nature was just the pettiest way possible for Henry Jekyll to finally prove to his old friend Hastie Lanyon that at the end he was the better scientist.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

FireBird - March

Ah, my dear friend @cilil was so good to send in a couple of requests!

It's my joy and honour to present the first fic to you tonight :D

Prompts: “The worst part is you didn’t even notice” – “I don’t need a gentleman right now.” – Responsibility – Knight in shining armour

Pairing: Eönwë x Gothmog

Words: 1030

Warnings: Injury, blood, sadness, bad elves, good Eönwë

“Let him be, I’ll take care of it,” Eönwë called, feeling the back of his neck heat up as the despicable half-truth crossed his dry lips.

Nobody had expected the co-habitation of once inveterate foes to be easy, and Eönwë even secretly believed that Manwë could and should have been more discouraging when it came to the outright hostile behaviour towards the reformed former denizens of Angband.

Unfortunately, the reality turned out to be much worse than anything the kind-hearted herald had ever imagined.

“Milord,” the group of reembodied Elves muttered and withdrew reluctantly.

It was forbidden for the Balrogs to travel in groups, and much too often resentful, unforgiving members of the High Houses liked to corner Melkor’s fallen servants and harass them cruelly.

“Away with you,” Eönwë called sternly. “Leave it to me!”

Of course, Eönwë did not doubt that any of the fearsome Maiar could have defended themselves against a few puny incarnates, but he took his role as a keeper of the peace very seriously.

Moreover, he was eager for this one Balrog in particular to understand that he was on his side, as much as that was even possible anymore.

“Bird,” Gothmog purred, leaning heavily against a boulder, and trying to angle his body so as to dissimulate the minor wounds the group of pesky troublemakers had inflicted upon him. “Have you come to chide me? I swear upon my honour that I’ve not laid a single claw upon your precious Children.”

At that ludicrous declaration, Eönwë let his frown deepen disapprovingly.

He knew Manwë’s stipulations only too well—after all, he had been the one tasked to convey them to the unfortunate souls they concerned—but, in his heart of hearts, he nevertheless much regretted to see his friend and lover hurt because of a set of cold, unfeeling rules.

“You’re allowed to defend yourself against those who’d seek to harm you,” he murmured insistently.

“And risk your displeasure, beloved? From your sweet lips came the ordinance to renounce my evil ways, and I shall do so, no matter the cost to my health and heart,” Gothmog replied calmly.

Unfortunately, his efforts at clumsy gallantry were considerably hampered by the fact that he was by now slowly slumping under the strain of desperately pretending that he was perfectly hale and happy.

“You look particularly appetising today, bird,” Gothmog tried to assuage the worry in the bright, sky-blue eyes of his most cherished enemy. “I mean, you look handsome.”

Eru’s long-haired pet meat bags might never have understood it, but there were truths and affinities sung into creation that far transcended their very limited interpretation of beauty and affection.

Thus, it had come to pass that these fierce warriors—having fought ferociously on opposite fronts in a seemingly eternal war—had ultimately found well-deserved peace in one another.

As all star-crossed lovers were wont to asseverate, they naturally were willing to selflessly die for the other.

Living, they’d soon found out, was a much more arduous and treacherous challenge.

Ever diligent to the point of undeniable stubbornness, Gothmog had decided that he’d use his new-found freedom to give Eönwë what he clearly yearned for so desperately: a proper romantic courtship.

“Could I interest you in a leisurely stroll by the river then?” the Balrog asked in a forcibly level voice.

“Don’t be silly,” Eönwë exclaimed. “You are injured! This is hardly the moment for pleasant walks by the water. Let me see!”

Indeed, the herald’s heart ached as he glimpsed the superficial but undoubtedly painful gashes marring Gothmog’s precious, gleaming hide.

“I shall have words with them,” he grumbled, gnashing his flawless teeth.

“Do not trouble yourself on my account, my sweetling,” Gothmog assured him quickly as he tried to squirm away from the inquisitive fingers ghosting across his skin and threatening to undo his carefully constructed façade of good manners and gentle words.

“They are my responsibility,” Eönwë opined. “And so are you, you foolhardy creature! If you will not defend yourself, will you at least promise to call for me if this ever happens again?”

His stern gaze softened, and his pursed lips relaxed into a charming smile. “I quite like being your knight in shining armour.”

As if embarrassed by his own confession, he drew his wings up defensively.

“Keep talking,” Gothmog drawled. The cocky, teasing grin he flashed Eönwë now was genuine, despite his tangible discomfort.

“You’re not the only one who’s trying to impress by putting his best foot forward, and the worst thing is, you didn’t even notice…” Eönwë complained softly, rubbing a blood-stained hand along his chiselled jaw shamefacedly.

“What do you believe has escaped my notice? How competently you’ve handled this situation, getting rid of these unwelcome intruders with aplomb and grace? Or your indescribable beauty as you arrived on the scene like an avenging entity made of summer bliss and autumn storms? You underestimate me, my winged wonder, for I am humbled by every awe-inspiring detail of your appearance and demeanour!”

“Humbug,” Eönwë mumbled, flattered despite suspecting that he was being lovingly mocked. “I don’t need a gentleman right now, Gothmog. Tell me how bad it is…Should I bring you to Estë?”

“Pah! Estë!” Gothmog guffawed. “What for? To be fussed over endlessly? ‘tis but a scratch, I tell you.”

Lifting his arm slowly, he cupped Eönwë’s cheek tenderly. “Please, believe me when I say that neither your entirely unnecessary preoccupation nor your gentle care has gone unnoticed.”

Beneath the soothing, healing caress of the one he loved against all odds and despite the bitter feud engraved into their very souls, Gothmog finally relaxed.

“When you arrived, I couldn’t help thinking how marvellous it is to see you appear like a ray of sun cutting through the blinding, burning mist of battle and to know that you’ve not come to smite me.”

“I am on your side, you know?” Eönwë whispered, curling up against the living heat of the terrible fire demon.

“There are no sides anymore,” Gothmog reminded him, quoting the announcement that had allowed them to meet and reconnect once more.

“Nevertheless…”

“Yes,” Gothmog yawned, slinging his arm around his beloved hero. “Thank you!”

-> Masterlist

Lots of love from me! (I shall be busy this weekend, but I theoretically am still willing to write something for this <3)

@fellowshipofthefics You didn't think that I'd skip this one, did you? LOL

[nandysparadox]

Yeah, so what Ao3?!??!! Let me spam the dam button like they deserve!!!

The fanficcccccc she graduated and fuck it was BEAUTIFUL!!! Oh the imagery is still on point , the fairy is so effortlessly eerie, the way their golden hair caged him, that line, gave me shivers.

Crying screaming squeezing them

I love them I love them I love them so much, I hope Remus doesn’t eat Jaq, oh

I want them to do the air dance and Roman showing his trinkets just like at the ball but again under a more truthful light, I want Roman to sit and watch with sparkles in his eyes as Patton can finally tell him the proper stories that go along with each little thing, how his father got it for him, how his mother used to wear them and whenever he gets teary eyes Roman is right there with him to apologize for his own kind and their cruelty for ripping him away from his family, holding him close and crying just as much from pure aching empathy.

I want them to have their little consort wedding with Jaq in the littlest of bow ties, they are the most proper of best mice (instead of a best man) and I want Janus to just appear to give him away and Patton is so glad to see him while Roman is vastly confused (idk maybe they have like backstory, Janus might have a ✨reputation✨) but Patton is just so happy, telling him what happened, that the mean lady is gone and he fell in love and thanking his fairy snake father profusely for all he’s done and Janus shushes him and insists it was his pleasure, and then the wedding happens and it’s perfect and I don’t know maaaaayyyybbbeeee Janus ends up standing next to a particular bird man and they get into friendly talking and eventually a fairy chess match, which they bet little shiny trinkets on

Is Remus the thorn prince to Roman’s rose? I think he should be

I want to see more of him and Virgil as well, what happened with that? Oh I want to see Patton meeting the rest of the family, I want to see Roman finally being allowed into the human world and I want him to be there as Patton hopefully gets to see his father for the first time in so long and I want Roman to meet the same poet he met so so many years ago and I want that poet to write a poem just for him, the rose prince, once he hears the kind fairy found love and I want Roman to read it as he falls asleep and I also want bards across the human countries to sing their tales for years to come-

LET ME SEND MORE KUDOS DAMN IT

❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙

This fic was incredible, I loved every little bit of it, I swear you have so much talent it makes me go feral, my absolute favorite part was when Roman and Patton were in the woods and Patton was showing him what all the human trinkets did, I keep picturing Roman trying to touch the fire because he’s just silly like that <3

Thank you, so much 💚✨

oh my goodness! thank you so, so much for this wonderful ask 🥺🥺 i'm SO happy you enjoyed the ending, and the story overall! your comments and asks brightened up my day. I cannot overstated how grateful I am for that. i'll break this down into points so i can answer everything you said because aaaa ❤️🥺

very glad The Faerie's eerie vibe came across right. despite the … everything about her, and that she's despicable, I must admit I enjoyed writing her a lot. I guess evil can be fun (for me. not poor patton 😭) and I like that line too :)

your honour, I love them!! and I can promise that remus will not be eating jaq under patton's watch 😆 that's his little buddy

also, after moving to the palace patton makes a cozy little home for jaq <3

I promise the sweet moments and the hurt/comfort will be coming in the future!! patton will have a lot of things to grapple with, but roman will be there to support him in his journey of healing

ok i’m stealing the best mice idea that’s genius dgfghdsfgd they deserve a little bow tie 100% and I can say that I have plans in regards to the crowning ceremony! and they do include janus!

and without veering too close to spoilers, you got something right – janus does have a reputation in the palace, though roman is not particularly privy to it

logan and janus playing fairy chess, that’s a wonderful idea :)

I haven’t yet figured out what remus’ title was prior to being crowned – however, his nature connection is summer rain showers! it’s why roman at some point mentions that his hair always looks a little wet. his main title currently is duke of shadows, since his consort is virgil

we will see more of virgil yes!! :D unfortunately he couldn’t appear more in the main story, but we will see more of him. and patton will have a Time meeting all of roman’s siblings 😆 it will take a little bit of time until patton feels comfortable returning to the human world, but when they do I promise roman will have the time of his life lol! and about the other thing, I can say I have Plans

thank YOU so much!! you are too sweet I swear 😭 I’m receiving all the extra kudos in my heart <3 and I love that scene too, roman is silly and they are adorable ^.^

[everybody-loves-purdy]

hello! :) i dont think ive ever sent an ask to this account before but reading your posts is so awesome!

i havent read warriors in a hot minute, i kind of lost interest after avos, so i dont really know whats happening currently in the series, but i was just curious maybe about what your favorite book was before the broken code? (just because i don't know anything past that haha) and any thoughts on it! i hope this makes sense! thank you :)

Hiya! Thanks very much I’m honoured!

It’s hard to say honestly! But I think if I were to choose just one, probably currently Shattered Sky (book 3 of avos) and that stands for broken code and beyond too!

One bias I may have here is that Darktail is my second favourite warrior cat, and one of my favourite characters of all time period, and Needletail is probably my third favourite warrior cat, but honestly this book is a key reason why for both characters.

It’s just the perfect way to end an arc… in book 3. But man it just has everything.

SkyClan returns

The mystery of what happened to Dawnpelt not being spoon fed to the audience, in the end it’s a non POV character (Needletail) who makes the connection of what exactly happened to her in one of the most underrated scenes in all of warriors.

Needletail having the perfect way to end her selfish to selfless character arc through both her iconic sacrifice and for things she does throughout the book as well such as give up food for fellow prisoners

Darktail, just Darktail. He just somehow kicks it up a notch this book he is just absolutely despicable. Using kittypets and elders as frontline soldiers in battle in order to deter the enemy from attacking too fiercely. Promising to take cats who want to leave the kin to the border himself and murdering them instead (which is done so effectively in the eyes of a naive young protagonist who doesn’t realise what’s going on), the murder of Rain, enforced starvation of prisoners, the little game he plays to traumatise Violetpaw and Needletail at the lake which ultimately ends in Needletail’s sacrifice. And his iconic confrontation with his father. And those are just the highlights of this book, I love this character so much.

And then we don’t just have one battle in this book, we have three, but the last battle is truly one of the most underrated in warriors. All of the clans using their unique skills to defeat the kin, with RiverClan rising out of the lake is just, amazing, it’s just amazing. I love you shattered sky, it’s unfair how people just lump avos as the worst arc when such a strong beginning and such a phenomenal middle book as this exist.

Also sidenote somehow, the book still has time to give Purdy a heart attack and have him die lol. And it doesn’t feel out of place. Everything just works.