#ah...I have no idea what ff means ._.

[novaursa]

To Win a Princess (stolen moments)

- Summary: Once you come of age, the realm seeks to curry the King's favor once more by seeking a hand of his younger daughter. You. 

- Paring: targ!reader/Tyland Lannister

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Previous part: watchful

- Next part: coming to light

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The festival of the Mother has come to life within the walls of the Red Keep, filling its halls and courtyards with laughter, music, and the scent of burning incense. Lanterns of every color line the pathways, casting a warm, golden glow that flickers against the stone. Nobles and commoners alike have gathered to celebrate, each bowing their heads in respect to the deity, their offerings placed upon the shrines scattered throughout the grounds. It’s an evening of reverence, but beneath the surface, the usual courtly games continue, hidden by smiles and honeyed words.

Amid the throng, Tyland finds himself watching you. Across the courtyard, your laughter mingles with the music, your face illuminated by the lantern light. Though you’re surrounded by your handmaidens and other lords and ladies, there’s an unmistakable spark of joy in your eyes, a warmth that makes you shine brighter than the festival lights themselves. And for a moment, Tyland allows himself the indulgence of simply watching you, feeling his heart stir in a way that has become all too familiar.

Then, as if sensing his gaze, you look up, your eyes meeting his across the distance. It’s a fleeting glance, subtle enough to escape the notice of others, but to Tyland, it feels like an unspoken invitation. The corner of your lips lifts in a small, private smile, and before he can even process it, you turn and slip quietly into the shadows beyond the courtyard.

Tyland’s heart quickens. With a murmur of polite excuses to those around him, he slips away, weaving through the crowd with a practiced ease. The festive sounds of music and laughter grow softer as he moves into the quieter, more secluded corridors of the Red Keep. He knows the paths you likely took, the hidden alcoves and winding halls where you would wait for him. He’s barely rounded the corner when he hears footsteps behind him—footsteps that are too firm, too purposeful to belong to you.

Turning, he comes face-to-face with Daemon.

Daemon stands there with his usual nonchalant arrogance, arms crossed, his gaze holding a glint of amusement. “Well, well, Tyland. I didn’t take you for a man who would abandon a festival so soon. The Mother’s blessings are still being celebrated, after all.”

Tyland composes himself quickly, his face falling back into its usual impassive mask. “Prince Daemon,” he greets, inclining his head in respect, though his tone remains guarded. “I was simply taking a moment to find some air. The festivities can be… stifling at times.”

Daemon’s smirk deepens, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes. “Ah, I see. Though from where I stood, it seemed like you had your eyes on something—or someone—quite specific.”

Tyland’s expression doesn’t falter, though there’s a slight tension in his jaw. “I have no idea what you mean, my prince.”

Daemon chuckles, a low, knowing sound that seems to reverberate through the empty hall. “Come now, Tyland. We are both men of the court. We both know how to read a glance… and yours was quite telling.”

Tyland meets Daemon’s gaze evenly, refusing to let himself be intimidated. “Forgive me if you read something that wasn’t there, my prince. My concerns are only for the well-being of House Lannister and the realm.”

Daemon steps closer, his gaze sharpening, probing, as though he can see through Tyland’s carefully constructed facade. “House Lannister, the realm… noble causes, certainly. But tell me, Tyland, do they account for the look you shared with my niece?” He pauses, his smirk widening as he watches the briefest flicker of reaction in Tyland’s eyes. “Or was that glance merely… incidental?”

Tyland holds Daemon’s gaze, his tone calm but firm. “I hold Princess Y/N in the highest regard. As any nobleman would.”

Daemon’s smile turns cold, predatory. “Ah, but I suspect your regard goes beyond mere nobility, doesn’t it?”

Tyland doesn’t respond immediately, choosing his words carefully. “My respect for Princess Y/N is nothing that should concern the prince, surely.”

Daemon lets out a laugh, one that’s sharp and mirthless. “Oh, but it does concern me. You see, she is my blood, and I have a keen interest in those who seek to move close to her.”

There’s a beat of silence, charged with unspoken warnings. Tyland takes a steadying breath, refusing to let Daemon unsettle him. “I would never wish anything but the best for her,” he replies, his voice firm, carrying a weight of sincerity that seems to temper Daemon’s amusement, if only slightly.

Daemon’s eyes narrow, his smile fading as his gaze turns calculating. “The best for her… that’s precisely the issue, isn’t it? Because what is best for her, Tyland? Is it a quiet life away from schemes and ambitions, or is it someone who can protect her from them?”

“I would never let any harm come to her,” Tyland replies quietly, his voice carrying an edge of protectiveness that does not go unnoticed by Daemon.

“Good.” Daemon steps back, his posture relaxed once more, though his gaze remains cold and assessing. “I’ll take you at your word… for now. But remember, Tyland, Y/N is family. And family, to me, is something worth protecting—by any means necessary.”

The threat, though unspoken, lingers heavy in the air between them. Tyland inclines his head, his tone steady. “I understand perfectly, my prince.”

Daemon’s smirk returns, though it’s devoid of humor. “Then we’ll have no trouble, will we?”

Without waiting for an answer, he strides past Tyland, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridor. Tyland watches him go, feeling the anxiety thrumming in his veins, the weight of Daemon’s unspoken threat settling heavily upon him.

Once he’s certain Daemon has gone, Tyland continues down the corridor, his steps quickening as he reaches the hidden alcove where he knows you wait. His heart pounds as he rounds the final corner, and there you are, standing in the soft glow of the candlelight, a hint of a smile on your lips as you see him.

“Tyland,” you murmur, relief and warmth in your voice as you reach for his hand.

He takes it, pulling you close, his face burying in the curve of your neck as he lets out a shaky breath. The warmth of your embrace soothes the stiffness Daemon left in his chest, grounding him in a way that only you can. For a moment, he says nothing, simply holding you, letting the comfort of your presence wash over him.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes meet yours, a flicker of worry there. “Your uncle… intercepted me on my way here.”

You frown, concern shadowing your face. “What did he say?”

“Nothing direct,” Tyland murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “But he knows… or at least, he suspects.”

Your gaze softens, a faint smile playing on your lips as you cup his face, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “Let him suspect. He cannot prove anything.”

Tyland’s eyes close briefly, his voice filled with quiet determination. “If he ever threatens you, Y/N—if he ever even tries—I will not stand aside.”

You smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead, a silent reassurance in the gentle touch. “I know, Tyland. But he does not scare me.” Your voice softens, becoming a whisper. “No one could keep me from you.”

The words wrap around him like a promise, and he pulls you closer, feeling the world fall away as he kisses you. In this moment, beneath the flickering glow of the candlelight, with the festival of the Mother echoing faintly beyond the walls, nothing else matters. Not Daemon, not Otto, not even the shadow of the court’s prying eyes.

Only you.

His hands find your waist, fingers curling possessively, and he pulls you close, capturing your mouth in a fierce, unyielding kiss. The world narrows to just the two of you, your hearts pounding in perfect rhythm as he lifts you against the cold stone wall, the contrast of heat and chill sending a shiver down your spine. His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers your name, his voice laced with a desperate tenderness that only makes you cling to him more tightly.

Your hands move with purpose, parting his cloak, unfastening the layers between you with a practiced, hurried ease, as he does the same. Clothing falls away in a tangle of silks and linens, until there is nothing left but skin pressed to skin, the electric thrill of each touch amplified in the quiet seclusion of the alcove.

With a single, swift motion, he brings your bodies together, a shared gasp mingling in the unbroken kiss as you give in to the passion that has been carefully concealed for too long. His hands hold you steady, supporting you as you both move in perfect accord, each movement a silent expression of devotion and need. Soft moans escape between your kisses, the sound a gentle harmony to the faint murmur of the festival outside, yet all thoughts of the world beyond have faded, leaving only the fierce intensity of this moment.

Elsewhere, beneath the vaulted ceilings of the Red Keep, the court gathers in celebration, oblivious to the secret unfolding nearby. Gwayne Hightower moves through the crowd, his expression increasingly troubled as he scans the faces around him. At last, he spots his father, Otto, deep in conversation with King Viserys. With a quick nod to himself, Gwayne approaches, his concern apparent as he interrupts with a respectful bow.

“Father,” he murmurs, glancing between Otto and the King, “forgive the intrusion, Your Grace, but… have either of you seen Princess Y/N?”

Viserys’s attention, until now absorbed by Otto’s counsel, shifts abruptly to Gwayne. The King’s face registers a flash of surprise, then a shadow of concern. “Y/N? No, I haven’t seen her since earlier in the festivities. I assumed she was with the ladies… or perhaps with Rhaenyra.”

Otto’s expression is thoughtful, though a hint of curiosity glints in his eyes. “The princess is often in Rhaenyra’s company. It would be unlike her to stray far, Your Grace.”

Alicent, standing nearby, offers a gentle smile, stepping forward with a look of quiet assurance. “Perhaps she was feeling unwell,” she suggests, her tone soft, careful. “It is a lively evening, and the heat can sometimes be overwhelming.”

Viserys nods slowly, considering her words, though a hint of worry lingers. “Yes, perhaps…” he mutters, his gaze drifting across the courtyard as though searching for a glimpse of his youngest daughter. His expression hardens subtly, and he turns to Gwayne with a nod. “Ser Gwayne, perhaps you might seek out Rhaenyra and inquire after her. If anyone knows of Y/N’s whereabouts, it will be her sister.”

Gwayne bows immediately, his face a mix of relief and determination. “Of course, Your Grace. I will seek out the Princess Rhaenyra at once.”

As he hurries away, Otto and Viserys exchange a glance, each noting the unease in the other’s expression. Otto clears his throat, his voice careful and measured as he speaks. “If Y/N is unwell, I’m certain Rhaenyra would know… but it may be wise to keep an eye out nonetheless.”

Viserys nods, his gaze thoughtful, tinged with a father’s concern. “Yes, indeed. Y/N has always had a spirit… one that’s hard to contain.” He sighs softly, his tone distant. “Perhaps a little too much like her mother.”

Alicent reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on Viserys’s arm. “She is strong-willed, Your Grace,” she says softly, her gaze kind. “But she will return soon, I’m certain. The festival, after all, can be quite… overwhelming.”

Viserys offers her a faint smile, though the concern does not fully fade from his eyes. He takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “Yes, of course. She is a Targaryen, after all. A free spirit.” But the worry lingers, silent and unspoken, as he glances once more into the depths of the Red Keep, his thoughts lingering on the unseen, unknown whereabouts of his youngest daughter.

Gwayne moves through the crowded halls, his gaze intent as he searches for any sign of you or your sister. The festival’s lively sounds—music, laughter, and the hum of conversation—swirl around him, but his focus remains unwavering. At last, he spots Rhaenyra standing in a quiet corner near a set of columns, deep in conversation with Ser Harwin Strong. Her face is animated, a small smile playing on her lips, though the moment Gwayne approaches, Harwin catches sight of him and quickly makes his exit, offering Rhaenyra a respectful bow before slipping away.

Gwayne inclines his head in greeting, glancing after Harwin as he departs. “Princess Rhaenyra,” he begins, a touch of urgency in his voice, “forgive the interruption, but I’ve been sent by the King. He wishes to know the whereabouts of your sister, Princess Y/N.”

Rhaenyra’s smile doesn’t falter, though her eyes sharpen ever so slightly as she regards him. “Y/N?” She pauses, adopting a look of thoughtful consideration as if trying to recall something specific. “Ah, yes… she did mention feeling somewhat overwhelmed earlier. I believe she may have taken a moment to herself.”

Gwayne hesitates, his brow furrowing slightly. “Is she unwell, then? Perhaps I could arrange for someone to attend to her…”

Rhaenyra shakes her head quickly, her smile softening into one of reassurance. “No need for concern, Ser Gwayne. She’s merely in need of some quiet. The evening has been quite… lively.” She glances back toward the main festivities, her tone remaining light but subtly dismissive. “I expect she’ll return to the festival soon enough.”

There’s a momentary pause, a flicker of uncertainty crossing Gwayne’s face as he considers her words. “If… if that is the case, I will wait for her return.” He clears his throat, his voice softening. “I had hoped to speak with her tonight.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze sharpens again, and for a moment, a shadow of protectiveness flickers in her eyes. She offers him a patient, slightly amused smile. “I’m sure Y/N will be flattered by your attentions, Ser Gwayne. But as I said, she is resting, and it would be best not to disturb her.”

Gwayne straightens, offering her a reluctant nod, though he cannot fully mask the disappointment in his expression. “Of course, Princess Rhaenyra. I understand.” He pauses, glancing once more toward the direction he came, as though hoping you might emerge at any moment. “I’ll wait, then, in the hope that she returns to the festivities.”

“Patience is a virtue, Ser Gwayne,” Rhaenyra replies smoothly, a slight arch of her brow adding an edge of amusement to her words. “And I’m sure Y/N will appreciate it.”

As he steps away, clearly unsure of how to proceed, Daemon strides forward, emerging from the shadows with an amused smile, his keen gaze flickering between Gwayne’s retreating form and his niece.

“Nicely handled,” he murmurs, an edge of approval in his tone as he stops beside her. “Poor Gwayne looked positively crestfallen. You’d almost think he believed he had a chance.”

Rhaenyra gives her uncle a look of mild exasperation, crossing her arms. “Gwayne’s harmless, Daemon. He doesn’t need your mockery.”

Daemon chuckles, folding his arms as he leans casually against the stone column. “Oh, I have nothing against the poor fool. But you and I both know he doesn’t stand a chance of catching our dear Y/N’s eye.” He casts her a sidelong glance, his tone lowering. “Though, I suspect you know exactly where she is, don’t you?”

Rhaenyra lifts her chin, her gaze unwavering. “I know where my sister is, yes. But that’s my concern, not yours.”

Daemon’s amusement only grows, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. “So protective, dear niece. One might almost think you’re hiding something… or someone.” He tilts his head, watching her intently. “Perhaps our Lady Y/N has found… other company this evening?”

Rhaenyra’s expression remains impassive, though there’s a glint of defiance in her gaze. “Whatever Y/N does is her choice, and hers alone. And I’ll not have you prying, Daemon.”

Daemon lets out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by her resolve. “Very well. Far be it from me to interfere.” He straightens, though his gaze remains fixed on her, a knowing glint in his eyes. “But mark my words, Rhaenyra… secrets have a way of unraveling, especially in this court.”

She doesn’t flinch, her voice calm and steady. “Then I’ll be certain to guard them well, Uncle. Y/N deserves her privacy, as do I.”

Daemon’s smirk softens, though there’s a hint of something darker in his gaze as he nods. “Just remember, Rhaenyra, even the closest of allies can become rivals… when it comes to matters of the heart.”

With that, he strides away, his laughter echoing faintly as he disappears back into the shadows of the Keep. Rhaenyra watches him go, her expression unreadable, but a flicker of determination glimmers in her eyes as she stands alone, a silent guardian of her sister’s secrets.

In the quiet intimacy of the alcove, you and Tyland find a lingering closeness as you both reach that shared, breathless moment, hearts pounding in sync, bodies entwined in the soft shadows. His hands remain on you, fingers brushing along your skin, gentle and reverent. For a moment, there is only silence between you, a silence filled with unspoken words, your breaths mingling as you stay in each other’s arms, feeling the aftermath of your passion wash over you like a warm tide.

Tyland leans his forehead against yours, his gaze tender, his voice soft as he murmurs, “Moments like this… I wish they could last forever.”

You smile, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips. “Forever is a long time, Tyland. But as long as we have this…” You squeeze his hand, letting your gaze linger on his with a warmth that speaks of promises beyond words.

For a few lingering minutes, you stay wrapped together, savoring the rare freedom this stolen time has allowed. But gradually, the sounds of the festival filter back into your awareness, reminding you of the world beyond this secluded space.

Tyland sighs, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your forehead. “We should return, before anyone grows too suspicious.”

You nod, a hint of reluctance in your smile as you help each other straighten your clothing, smoothing out the creases left by your embrace. “Yes, I suppose they’ll wonder where I’ve gone.”

He chuckles, stepping back to watch you adjust your gown with a look of barely hidden admiration. “I’ll return first. Give it a few moments before you follow, so no one suspects.”

“Very well,” you murmur, reaching out to straighten his collar, your touch lingering before you let him go. “Until the next moment, then.”

With a final, shared glance, Tyland slips away, his footsteps fading into the distance as he returns to the festival. You wait a few beats, allowing your heart to settle, the lingering warmth of your shared encounter filling you with a quiet sense of contentment. Then, with a steady breath, you follow, slipping back through the hallways, your steps light as you return to the festivities.

As you emerge into the main courtyard, the brightness and noise envelop you, and you quickly fall into the rhythm of the festival once more. Almost immediately, you spot your father, King Viserys, striding towards you, his face a mix of concern and relief. Alicent trails behind him, her expression caught between curiosity and worry.

“Y/N!” Viserys’s voice is warm but edged with a father’s concern as he approaches, his gaze scanning your face. “Where have you been? I feared something had happened.”

You smile gently, offering him a reassuring look. “Forgive me, Father. The festival was lively, and I felt a bit overwhelmed. I simply needed a moment to catch my breath.”

Viserys sighs, nodding slowly as though weighing your words. “Ah, yes… I can understand that. It’s easy to feel lost in all this celebration.” His hand rests on your shoulder, a soft, fatherly gesture that makes his relief clear. “Next time, though, do let someone know, won’t you? We were beginning to worry.”

“Of course, Father,” you reply, smiling warmly. “I didn’t mean to cause concern.”

Alicent steps forward, her eyes flicking over you with a careful, assessing gaze. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Y/N. Sometimes these festivities can be overwhelming for anyone. And you looked so… thoughtful earlier.”

Her tone is soft, her words almost probing, as though she suspects there’s more to your disappearance than a simple need for solitude. But you meet her gaze with calm poise, offering her a gentle smile.

“Yes, it was nothing more than a need for some fresh air. Thank you, Alicent,” you say, your voice smooth and reassuring.

Viserys squeezes your shoulder gently, his expression relaxing. “Very well, then. I’m just glad to have you back with us.” He gestures toward the gathering. “Enjoy the rest of the evening, my dear. The festival wouldn’t be the same without you.”

With a nod, you watch as Viserys and Alicent move away, their concern gradually dissipating as they return to the festivities. A flicker of relief passes through you, your heartbeat still echoing the intensity of your recent encounter, though you manage to regain your composure with each passing second.

Across the courtyard, you spot Tyland standing among a cluster of nobles, his face a careful mask as he converses with Otto and Lord Jasper Wylde. His eyes flick briefly in your direction, a barely perceptible warmth flashing in his gaze before he returns his attention to the conversation.

Otto, standing beside Tyland, leans slightly toward him, his voice carrying a tone of practiced authority. “Lord Tyland, I trust the festival finds you well?”

Tyland offers him a polite nod. “Indeed, my lord. It’s a fine celebration, honoring the Mother as we do each year.” His tone is even, respectful, though there’s a subtle glint in his eyes that only you would recognize—a glint that speaks to the hidden secret shared between you.

Otto hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking over Tyland with that calculating look of his. “I trust your attention has been… focused, as always.”

“Of course,” Tyland replies smoothly. “I am always mindful of my duties, Lord Hand.”

Jasper Wylde chuckles, oblivious to the underlying tension in Otto’s words. “Yes, Tyland, I hear you’ve been most… attentive lately.” He gives Tyland a friendly clap on the shoulder, unaware of the double meaning behind his words.

Tyland takes the comment in stride, his smile polite but reserved. “A man’s attention should always be directed to that which matters, my lords.”

As the conversation drifts into pleasantries, you and Tyland exchange a final, fleeting glance from across the courtyard. In that brief, wordless moment, you feel the echo of his presence, the memory of his touch lingering even as you both slip back into the roles demanded by duty and decorum.

The murmuring hum of the festival surrounds Otto, Tyland, and Jasper as they remain in a small circle near the edge of the courtyard, the glow of the lanterns casting warm light over their faces. Tyland raises his goblet, taking a small sip as Otto continues, his tone smooth and measured, though tinged with an unmistakable undertone of ambition.

“Of course, it is only natural for a father to consider the future of his children,” Otto begins, glancing meaningfully at Tyland. “And I think my son Gwayne has developed a… strong fondness for Princess Y/N. I see great potential in a match between them, aligning two loyal families in the interests of the realm.”

Tyland’s expression remains composed, though he feels a flicker of tension settle in his chest. He keeps his face neutral, listening as Otto speaks, yet a slight crease appears between his brows.

Jasper nods in agreement, his expression bright with approval. “Ah, yes, Gwayne is a good lad, Lord Otto. I can’t say I haven’t noticed him trailing after the princess on more than one occasion. Young love can be an endearing thing.”

Otto’s lips twitch in a faint, calculated smile. “Indeed. Y/N is a true gem of the realm, and her… virtues are well known to all.” He glances meaningfully at Tyland, as if to emphasize the purity and dignity he imagines surrounding the young princess. “A young woman of her standing deserves a husband who can uphold such values—protect them, even.”

Tyland, who had just taken a sip from his goblet, nearly chokes as Otto’s words hit him with unexpected irony. He quickly turns his head, covering his mouth as he struggles to maintain composure. His throat burns from the abrupt swallow, but he manages to regain himself, coughing softly to disguise his reaction.

Otto’s eyes narrow, his gaze drifting to Tyland with mild curiosity. “Lord Tyland, are you quite well?”

Clearing his throat, Tyland nods, his face carefully neutral though his heart races. “Yes, forgive me. The wine… a bit stronger than expected.”

Jasper chuckles, patting Tyland’s shoulder. “Careful now, Tyland. We wouldn’t want the Hand of the King thinking Lannisters can’t hold their drink.”

Tyland forces a polite chuckle, casting a subtle glance at Otto, whose expression remains contemplative, as though piecing together Tyland’s reaction. He can feel Otto’s calculating gaze lingering, the man’s sharp instincts perhaps sensing that Tyland’s reaction wasn’t purely incidental, not after the argument they've shared after that small council meeting.

Otto continues, his voice smooth as silk, though his tone has grown more pointed. “I was merely saying, Lord Tyland, that a young lady’s virtue is the most delicate thing she possesses. It must be… carefully guarded. I am certain you would agree.”

Tyland meets Otto’s gaze evenly, schooling his features into a look of mild agreement, though the tension in his jaw is apparent. “Of course, Lord Hand. Virtue is indeed something that should be cherished… and respected.” He takes another sip of his wine, his grip on the goblet firm as he pushes down the urge to respond more strongly.

Otto’s smile is thin, his eyes gleaming with a trace of satisfaction. “Precisely. That is why I believe Gwayne, who is devoted, honorable, and… eager, would be a perfect fit for the princess.” His gaze lingers on Tyland, as though expecting a reaction.

Tyland forces a nod, his voice steady but his words chosen carefully. “Gwayne’s devotion to the princess is… certainly evident.”

Jasper laughs, seemingly oblivious to the tension between Otto and Tyland. “Indeed! The young Hightower can hardly keep his eyes off her. I say, it’s good for a princess to have admirers. Reminds everyone that she is cherished, wouldn’t you say, Tyland?”

Tyland inclines his head, managing a small smile. “Cherished… yes. The princess should be cherished by someone who truly values her for all that she is.”

Otto’s gaze sharpens, catching the subtle emphasis in Tyland’s words, as always. “Quite. Which is why I take such care in considering potential suitors for the princess. Her future, after all, is… a matter of great importance.”

Tyland meets Otto’s gaze directly, his expression unreadable though a hint of defiance gleams in his eyes. “The princess is indeed fortunate to have so many… interested parties. But, as with all matters of importance, I trust her own wishes will be taken into account.”

A flicker of something dangerous passes over Otto’s face, but he quickly masks it, offering Tyland a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Naturally. We all desire her happiness, after all.”

The animosity settles over them, thick and charged, as each man’s words seem to carry layers of unspoken meaning. Tyland holds Otto’s gaze for a moment longer, refusing to back down, until Jasper, blissfully unaware of the exchange, clears his throat and gestures back toward the festival.

“Well, I say we enjoy the evening, gentlemen!” Jasper exclaims, raising his goblet in a toast. “To the Mother, and to the future of the realm!”

Tyland raises his goblet, his eyes still fixed on Otto. “To the future,” he murmurs, his voice steady, though the glint in his gaze speaks of a silent promise to protect what matters most to him.

Your heart is steady, though a touch exhilarated, as you slip seamlessly back into the crowd, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the lingering traces of passion that only you know.

As you make your way toward the main gathering, a shadow moves into your path, and you glance up, catching the sharp, familiar gaze of Daemon. His eyes, keen and observant, settle on your face, taking in every subtle detail—the color in your cheeks, the faint brightness in your eyes, and the way you stand with a slight breathlessness still in your posture. A smirk curves his lips, and he leans in, his tone a low murmur meant only for you.

“Well, niece,” he drawls, his voice laced with amusement, “you look… quite radiant this evening. Almost as if the Mother herself has blessed you.”

Your cheeks warm, though you hold your composure, meeting his knowing gaze with a steady, polite expression. “Perhaps it’s simply the joy of the festival, Uncle,” you reply smoothly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of any reaction beyond what is proper. “The celebration has a way of bringing out the liveliness in everyone.”

Daemon chuckles, his eyes glinting as he leans in slightly closer. “Oh, I’d say it’s something more than that. You have a certain… glow about you. It’s almost intriguing enough to make one wonder.” His smirk deepens, an edge of mischief in his gaze. “Care to share the source of it?”

You raise an eyebrow, keeping your voice steady and your expression poised. “Your imagination, Uncle, is far more creative than any reality could match. I assure you, there’s nothing more than the joy of the night.”

He laughs, a low, rich sound, clearly entertained by your response. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. But, as always, you keep your secrets well.” His gaze lingers, a glint of challenge in his eyes, as though daring you to reveal even the smallest hint of the truth.

Before he can press further, another voice cuts through the conversation, firm and unmistakably authoritative.

“Daemon.” Viserys steps forward, his expression stern as he looks at his brother. There’s an edge of warning in his eyes as he regards Daemon, his voice steady and unyielding. “Leave my daughter be.”

Daemon raises his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, though the smirk never leaves his face. “Come now, brother. I was merely exchanging pleasantries with my dear niece. Surely that’s not so threatening?”

Viserys’s gaze hardens, unamused. “Find someone else to pester, Daemon. This is neither the time nor the place for your games.”

For a moment, Daemon meets Viserys’s gaze with a flicker of defiance, as though contemplating a response. But instead, he chuckles, stepping back with a sweeping, exaggerated bow in your direction. “As you wish, Your Grace.” He glances at you one last time, a lingering, amused look in his eyes. “Enjoy the festival, niece.”

With that, he slips back into the crowd, his departure leaving a faint ripple of tension behind. You exhale quietly, steadying yourself, and turn to face your father, who watches Daemon’s retreating form with a look of thinly veiled frustration.

Viserys’s gaze softens as he looks at you, concern and curiosity mingling in his expression. “Are you all right, Y/N?” he asks gently, his tone carrying the warmth of a father’s care. “I know how… persistent Daemon can be.”

You offer him a reassuring smile, grateful for his protection. “I’m fine, Father. Daemon is Daemon. I know how to handle his ways.”

Viserys nods, though a hint of worry lingers in his gaze. “Good. I’d rather he not meddle in matters that don’t concern him.” He pauses, studying you closely, as if searching for something unspoken. “But I didn’t just approach because of Daemon.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head, meeting his gaze with a touch of curiosity.

He sighs, his expression turning more thoughtful, yet tinged with a father’s impatience. “We’ve spoken before about the many suitors for your hand. The petitions, the endless proposals… all of it is becoming tiresome, and frankly, it’s wearing on me.”

You chuckle softly, knowing well the weight of his exasperation. “I remember, Father. I promised to introduce you to my choice once all the proposals were cleared, so that no house would be slighted.”

“Yes, you did,” he replies, nodding, though there’s a hint of a smile on his face as he looks at you. “And while I’ve respected your wish to keep it discreet, I hope you’ll introduce him soon.” He glances around, lowering his voice. “This secrecy, this waiting… it’s becoming unbearable.”

There’s a spark of amusement in your eyes as you consider his words. “Unbearable, Father? I never thought you so easily troubled by matters of the heart.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Troubled is an understatement, my dear. Your marriage is more than just a matter of the heart; it concerns the realm, our alliances, and… well, my peace of mind.”

You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through you as you think of Tyland. “I understand, Father. And I assure you, it will not be long now. Every day, I grow more certain of my choice.”

Viserys’s expression softens, a glint of hope brightening his eyes. “Then there is truly someone? A man you’ve chosen?”

“Yes,” you murmur, the warmth of your feelings evident in your voice. “And I believe he is… everything I could ask for.”

Your father’s face lights with relief, his hand resting on your shoulder, giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze. “That is all I needed to hear. If he makes you happy, that’s all I can ask for. And when the time is right… I’ll be waiting.”

You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection well up within you. “Thank you, Father. Your support means more than you know.”

Viserys smiles, his gaze filled with pride and fondness as he looks at you. “Then enjoy the festival, my daughter. And remember—when you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

With a final, reassuring squeeze of his hand, he steps back, leaving you to the night’s festivities. And as you turn back to the brightly lit courtyard, your heart feels lighter, knowing that the moment will come soon when you can stand proudly by Tyland’s side, and your father will know the man who holds your heart.

The festival is in full swing, but Tyland remains on the edges, a quiet observer as the lively gathering unfolds around him. His goblet is in hand, his expression composed and pleasant, a carefully crafted mask that betrays nothing of the secret thrill lingering beneath his calm exterior. Yet, every so often, his gaze flickers to where you move through the crowd, your presence a quiet beacon that he can’t help but gravitate toward, if only in glances.

He takes a measured sip, bringing his attention back to the conversation at hand, only to feel a familiar hand clap down on his shoulder. Turning, Tyland finds himself face-to-face with his twin, Jason, who grins broadly, his expression one of easy, confident charm.

“Tyland! Avoiding the merriment as usual, I see?” Jason’s tone is teasing, though there’s a hint of curiosity as he looks at his brother. Beside him, a few other Lannister cousins and nobles linger, joining the conversation with casual greetings.

“Just observing,” Tyland replies smoothly, offering a faint smile. “You know I prefer to watch the festival unfold rather than throw myself into it.”

Jason laughs, his gaze sharp as he claps Tyland on the shoulder again. “Always so composed, aren’t you?” He takes a swig from his own goblet, his eyes narrowing with that uncanny perceptiveness he often wielded with subtlety. “But you’ve seemed… distracted tonight, brother. Something on your mind?”

Tyland’s response is cool, measured. “Nothing more than usual. The festival is an eventful night, after all.”

Jason nods, though his gaze lingers on Tyland’s face with a touch more scrutiny than before. They exchange a few more pleasantries, the other members of their family chiming in with lighthearted banter, but Jason’s eyes never fully leave his brother. And then, Tyland’s gaze strays, almost involuntarily, toward you, lingering for just a split second as you cross the courtyard with an effortless grace that catches his attention even from a distance.

It’s a fleeting glance, something so small that to anyone else, it might appear insignificant. But Jason notices. His expression sharpens, a glint of intrigue flashing in his eyes. Waiting until the conversation lulls, he leans closer, murmuring quietly.

“Walk with me for a moment, Tyland.”

Tyland nods, schooling his expression as he follows Jason to the side, away from the others. The sounds of the festival become softer, a gentle hum as they step into a more secluded part of the courtyard. Jason’s expression shifts, his easygoing demeanor slipping into something more discerning, his gaze fixed intently on his brother.

“Care to tell me what that was about?” Jason’s tone is deceptively light, but there’s an edge of curiosity beneath it, a look of recognition as he studies Tyland.

Tyland raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

Jason’s smile turns sly, a knowing glint in his eyes. “That look you gave the princess just now. To anyone else, it would seem like nothing. But I know you too well, Tyland. That wasn’t just a passing glance.” He pauses, his voice lowering, filled with the weight of realization. “You’ve been seeing her, haven’t you?”

Tyland maintains his composure, but there’s a moment of hesitation, the faintest slip in his expression that only serves to confirm Jason’s suspicions. He says nothing, knowing his twin well enough to understand that denial would be pointless.

Jason chuckles softly, his expression shifting from surprise to something more intrigued, even impressed. “I can’t believe it… the younger princess. Y/N herself. How did you manage that?”

Tyland’s gaze sharpens, his voice firm but hushed. “Jason, this isn’t a game.”

“Oh, I’m not saying it is,” Jason replies smoothly, though his eyes gleam with mischief. “But you can’t deny it’s impressive. She could have any man at court… and yet she’s with you.” He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “How exactly did you get her into your bed?”

Tyland’s jaw tenses, though he keeps his tone measured. “Respect, Jason. Y/N is not some conquest, nor is she some prize to be won. She chose to be with me, and I respect her choice. Whatever we have is between us, and it’s not for idle gossip.”

Jason raises his hands in mock surrender, though his amusement doesn’t fade. “Easy, brother. I’m only curious. It’s not every day one of the realm’s most sought-after women chooses a man quietly standing at the edges of the court. And the fact that it’s my own brother…” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I suppose even I have to admire your restraint.”

Tyland sighs, rubbing a hand over his temple. “This isn’t something I took lightly, Jason. We care for each other. And I would do anything to protect her.”

Jason studies him for a moment, a flicker of genuine understanding in his gaze as he sees the sincerity in Tyland’s face. “You really are serious about her, aren’t you?”

Tyland nods, his expression softening. “More than I’ve ever been. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep this to yourself. The last thing she needs is more scrutiny.”

Jason raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, don’t worry. I have no intention of ruining whatever you’ve managed to build with her. Besides…” He pauses, casting a glance back toward the bustling crowd. “I rather like knowing you’ve got a taste for something more meaningful than courtly games.”

Tyland’s gaze softens, a faint smile crossing his lips. “Thank you, Jason. I mean it.”

Jason shrugs, his expression turning thoughtful. “Just be careful, brother. Affairs like this… they don’t stay secret forever, especially in a place like the Red Keep.”

Tyland nods, his voice firm. “I know. But until then, I’ll protect her with everything I have.”

Jason studies him for a moment longer, then nods, the faintest glimmer of respect in his eyes. “Then you have my support. Just… make sure it’s worth the risk.” With that, he claps Tyland on the shoulder one last time, the unspoken bond between them sealing the quiet understanding as they rejoin the bustling festival.

[moonspirit]

Ok, Moon, holiday idea,

Annie comes home from shopping one day to find Armin in his office working feverishly, papers containing strange and incoherent calculations and mathematics littering the floor and his desk, Armin muttering to himself,” I don't understand it”

“What is it Armin”

“How does he do it”

“How does who do what?”

“Santa clause!!!!” Armin finally exclaims

“What” Annie asked puzzled

“Ive run the mathematics and so far as I know our current technological capabilities aren't anywhere close to what this guy has” he exclaims feverishly, “imagine if we had the abilities to drop desperately needed supplies in hours what takes weeks to deliver” he continues.

Annie starting to realize what going on “wait you think Santa clause is a-”

“Selfish bastard for hoarding technology that could save countless thousands”Armin interrupts “yes yes I do”

“Oooooo” Annie lets out a sigh, this is gonna be an awkward talk.

Omg ahahahaha xD You mean to tell me Armin believes in Santa but in the most annoying way possible xD

Well, yes, CANON!

Knowing him, he'd probably dive deeper than necessary into every single myth and legend taking them for fact, and you know the person who's really having a field day with this?

It's Pieck.

Because see, on the one hand you have Connie who ALSO believes in Santa but is satisfied with the explanation that Santa's sleigh is powered by reindeer fart. Armin, however, needs the SCIENCE behind it. How? How does Reindeer fart power the sleigh? What about its storage and transportation? Can you compress it into liquid? How much does it cost per kilometer? Can it be used to power a train, for example?

To Connie, Pieck says: "It's the stink, Connie boy, it has great propulsion power, that's how Santa flies so high."

"Woah! For real! Santa's goddamn awesome!"

To Armin, she says: "Yeah there's a chemical reaction, I don't remember it now, but try 2H2 + O2."

"... Pieck, that's water."

(Ah. She forgot, from one gaslighter to another, this isn't gonna be easy.)

"Really? I must be getting old teehehe, but oohhh I remember now, if you compress it into liquid and then light it on fire, it kind of expands into an incredible force that sends the reindeer flying through the air at the speed of light."

"... Hmm... I wonder how the math works out for that? Okay, lets see... if x is the weight of fart in liquid form..."

"... and y is the temperature of gunpowder..."

"... I see it I see it! Though... these calculations need some work, so I'm gonna go refine them tonight until I'm 100% sure they're right!"

Pieck: *nervous laughter*

Later, Annie and Pieck have a talk 😔

"... Thanks for putting up with him, but Pieck, did you have to go that far?"

"What? He's occupied for now isn't he?"

"Yeah but now he's gonna pull an all-nighter with the rubbish math you fed him."

"... I did my best."

"Hm."

"... how long before he finds out?"

"That it's bull?"

"Yeah?"

"... not long."

"Oh god. Can't you just... tell him Santa's not real?"

"That would kill him. And I can't do that."

"Ffs Annie."

"Well, 'night."

"Goodnight."

*from the hidden alcove in the stairwell, Reiner clutches at his heart, eyes wide with terror*

What do you mean, Santa's 'not real'??!!!

TLDR: All the boys are stupid 🥲 Except Jean. Only Jean.

[sparks-polls]

The results of round 1 are in!

We have mainly concluded that nobody's having fun.

this is it #this poll is finally going to end me #we're starting with a 'would you rather shoot your grandma or your dog' kind of choice #fffffaaaaacckkkkk #TWO BAD BITCHES STAND BEFORE YOU #this is devastating truly #OH FUCK NO #THIS IS THE HARDEST ONE YET OH MY GODD #CRUEL #I voted but this was brutal #i am very sad about this matchup #WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA #THIS ONE IS EVIL #aw come on #THIS IS TORTUREEEE #you can't #noooooo i love both of these songs so much #why oh why #ah shit. #oh NO!! #ah damn #this one is MEAN #ouchhhhh #cries #ooooh fuck. #this is so sad #oofffff #this hurts 😭 #oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #😭😭😭😭😭😭 #noooooo #😭 #wtf why #oh bloody hell #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME #oh I see we are choosing violence #aw man #this isnt fair #oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no #someone please tell me which is winning so I can vote for the underdog #seething at these being pit against each other #how very DARE #asdlkjfldsafsdag #I DON'T WANT TO. #I DON'T WANT TO AHGGHGH #HAVE WE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH #YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME (VOL 2) #grrrrrr #I'm growling at this poll #how can I choose 😫 #okay well this one was difficult for ME. leave me alone #ahhhhhh #this is evil #noooooooooooooooo #aughhhhhhh #akhf;ldsfdsaf #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #shit. #this is literally impossible. #this is just hurtful #this is not funny #ffs #STOP THIS IS TORTURE #damn this is difficult #ooooooofffffff #ouch #my vote's gonna haunt me #maybe i'll come back to vote when i'm done sobbing #today we are suffering #damn you and damn this poll. DAMN I SAY #THIS POLL IS AN ATTACK DIRECTED AT ME SPECIFICALLY #PAIN!!!!!!! #oh no. #this is really hard #no no no no no no no #oh fuuuuuuck #noooooo #I #I'm very surprised and that's rare… #oh no #aa ouch #:o #oh no oh no #afhjdfh tough #my day is ruined now thanks #awful pairing 0 out of 10 very painful do not recommend #I can’t believe it #this is cruel #i am so shaken by this #first poll where i actually can't bring myself to vote for either option. painnnnnnn #this one is just cruel though #oh no another difficult one #ooffffffffff #HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭 #oh. oh no can I have both 🥲 #oof here we go again. what the actual hell #oohohhhh shittt#this is impossible 😭😭😭 #This is truly the cruelest choice for me personally. #why would you do this to us? #i give up

Anywho. 32 songs are still in the running so let's do all of this again! :) The polls for round 2 start dropping tomorrow.

The songs that have been ruthlessly eliminated: High C, Fletcher Honorama, (No More) Mr. Nice Guys, The Louvre, Hasta Mañana, Monsieur, Talent Is An Asset, Hospitality On Parade, Get In The Swing, Under The Table With Her, Pineapple, Looks, Looks, Looks, Big Boy, I Want To Be Like Everybody Else, I Bought The Mississippi River, Occupation, I’m Not, Forever Young, La Dolce Vita, My Other Voice, Stereo, The Greatest Show On Earth, Where’s My Girl, Upstairs, I Married A Martian, Wacky Woman, Popularity, Please, Baby, Please, I Wish I Looked A Little Better, Dance Godammit, With All My Might, Rosebud, Love-O-Rama, The Toughest Girl In Town, Let’s Make Love, Let’s Go Surfing, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat [Plagiarism, Amateur Hour (feat. Erasure), Propaganda [Plagiarism], The No. 1 Song In Heaven (with Jimmy Somerville), More Than A Sex Machine, Scheherazade, Aeroflot, The Calm Before The Storm, (Baby, Baby) Can I Invade Your Country, Waterproof, I Can't Believe That You Would Fall For All The Crap In This Song, Likeable, Limo Driver (Welcome To Hollywood), The Studio Commissary, "We've Got To Turn Him 'Round", Garbo Sings, Sherlock Holmes [THOM live version], The Number One Song In Heaven [THOM live version], Collaborations Don't Work, Life With The Macbeths, All That, Lawnmower, Stravinsky's Only Hit, Left Out In The Cold, Self-Effacing, Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is, Escalator, The Mona Lisa's Packing, Leaving Late Tonight, You Were Meant For Me.

The songs that are still in the running: Slowboat, Girl From Germany, Beaver O'Lindy, Moon Over Kentucky, Amateur Hour, Falling In Love With Myself Again, Here In Heaven, At Home, At Work, At Play, Don't Leave Me Alone With Her, Never Turn Your Back On Mother Earth, Something For The Girl With Everything, Achoo, In The Future, Everybody’s Stupid, I Like Girls, Goofing Off, Those Mysteries, Tryouts For The Human Race, The Number One Song In Heaven, When I’m With You, Tips For Teens, Funny Face, Angst In My Pants, Sherlock Holmes, Moustache, The Decline And Fall Of Me, Eaten By The Monster Of Love, All You Ever Think About Is Sex, Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat, Pretending To Be Drunk, Progess, A Song That Sings Itself, Music That You Can Dance To, Change, So Important, When Do I Get To Sing "My Way", (When I Kiss You) I Hear Charlie Parker Playing, Now That I Own The BBC, Never Turn Your Back One Mother Earth [Plagiarism], Balls, The Rhythm Thief, Ride 'Em Cowboy, My Baby's Taking Me Home, Suburban Homeboy, Dick Around, Rock, Rock, Rock, As I Sit Down To Play The Organ At The Notre Dame Cathedral, Good Morning, I've Never Been High, (She Got Me) Pregnant, "Mr. Bergman, How Are You?", Two Hands One Mouth [THOM live version], Johnny Delusional, Police Encounters, So Desu Ne, Missionary Position, Edith Piaf (Said It Better Than Me), What The Hell Is It This Time?, I Wish You Were Fun, Onomato Pia, The Existential Threat, Veronica Lake, Take Me For A Ride, It Doesn't Have To Be That Way. (Congratulations to Propaganda, Angst In My Pants and Lil' Beethoven for not losing a single song in this round!)

[kandadze]

Ep 31 loose thoughts

Oh gods one look at Bai Jiu tearing up and we *know* it's real bad now. (I keep repeating myself, and this kid is so good, I hope he has a long and fulfilling career.) Yes, there's only one Bai Jiu, and I'm pretty sure the little doc does not want to lose yet another person, WX - because there is only one WX, too!

Oh good, I thought PSJ's bro's soul got separated from the puppet somehow and he was really gone this time... also, is this the first time PSJ actually apologized to him?

Can they not get even a tiny moment's rest? (Also, seeing just ZYZ with WX I immmediately got nervous about ZYC. I'm so invested in our throuple 😂😭)

A plague? And Fan daren is missing? This is all sus af. Could it be that WZY survived somehow??? He died so fast and so easily it's almost as if he staged it, and knowing what that monster is capable of, I wouldn't put it past him... even though I've no idea *how,* and I really hope I'm wrong.

(Oh no, Bai Jiu's wearing the outfit from *that* scene in the MV...)

This reminds me of when they just met and were investigating demon cases together... and when this show was still funny and only slightly angsty 😭

Fei's blood??? This *really* makes me think WZY has something to do with this... didn't Qing Geng give him a bracelet with Fei's blood on it???

I don't think WX's golden pupils work anymore... can you imagine how frustrating this must be for her. First she's weak and can't do much because she doesn't have the Baize token/powers, and now she's even weaker and dying because the token was tainted. If WZY is still alive somehow I hope we get to see him die a slow and horrible death for real this time. What an absolute piece of garbage, I have no words.

FEI????!!!! HOW??? DIDN'T THIS DEMON SUFFER ENOUGH FFS

FAN DAREN??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? (But also this explains another sus scene from the MV... I've watched it way too many times 😅)

ZYC is such a good big brother... Everytime they show us another piece from Bai Jiu's past I get furious at his parents for not finding a way to let him know the truth about not only his mother's, but also his own nature. This is a kid who thought he lost his mom for good at 5 or so, and then grew up thinking that she was murdered by his dad, because his fucking father didn't think he'd understand the truth - in a world where demons and gods are very much real and present! What on earth was that idiot thinking? He didn't say anything even when his son decided to leave home, at fucking thirteen! Seriously, some people should *not* breed.

ZYC's tender heart! The way he indirectly tells Bai Jiu that every moment counts, and urges him to reconcile with his dad while there's still time... because ZYC has none. (And I'm afraid he means it in more than one way 😢😭)

Lolllll kiddo way to turn the heartfelt moment into an awkward one 😂 ZYC could make a career writing poetry though, he just says the most ridiculously precious things. And the second kind of love he's describing - ah, it's the sort of love I wish we all grew up with, something we should receive from our family, from our friends, something we can then learn and give to others in turn. Like I really don't see ZYC's love for WX as romantic in any way (not to mention sexual), and it doesn't have to be; it's deep and pure and strong, and it almost pains me in its intensity.

Covering his loved ones with cloaks really is ZYZ's (and ZYC's) love language, isn't it? I love the dark colours on WX, even though I'm pretty sure it's to indicate the poison destroying her. The tendernesssss! He was *so* going to propose, wasn't he? He still has absolutely no hope of getting out of this alive though, so he changed what he was about to say. Stupid demon, he's gonna make me cry again I know it.

I was about to start aww-ing at the throuple (and ZYZ carving a little ape token? So adorable), but then they cut to PSJ fighting (sparring?) with her lil' bro and completely threw me off lol no idea what that was about.

Oh gods the way I lost it at their reaction after just one tiny branch fell from Qing Geng's cypress... another moment that would fit so easily into their earlier adventures (when this show still pretended that it wasn't going to rip our hearts out). Good to know that no matter how much they love each other now, the bickering will *not* go away 😂

(Also, I just realized that they've changed into *the* clothes from the MV... y'know, the clothes they wear during the epic showdown. But we're only halfway through ep 31! I'm not ready!)

Huh? ZYZ lost his demonic powers but he can still use his one-word spells? How does that work?

Oh gods, the cackle I cackled 🤣🤣🤣 Get him, ZYC, he deserves it! 🤣🤣🤣

The fuck they just waltzed into Chongwu Camp's dungeon like that? I guess the Demon Hunting Bureau isn't the only place anyone can just enter whenever the hell they want. Also, so convenient that the change in guards means no guards? And there's no locks. I don't know guys, looks awfully like a trap to me...

What. The. Fuck. Did. I. Just. Say?! This is one thing that frustrates me to no end about these guys, they just keep walking into obvious traps!!!

Also funny how the most despicable villain in this whole show is a goddamn human who goes, after all the shit he's done, "Why don't you understand me?" Like sorry dude that I can't even *begin* to comprehend your actions. In the end, no matter what your trauma or reasoning is, you *made* the choice to commit the atrocities you committed. And you made that choice repeatedly. Please die in a fire. For good.

Okay, so they took the guy with them but left WX behind? In the Chongwu Camp *dungeon*? With her father who's been demonized, WZY' s lackey *and* a plague demon who's definitely not the gentle Fei anymore??? Even if that arrow meant PSJ was also there, that was one heck of a choice!

I will never understand how that incense burner actually works, why is it so easy for them to get separated when they teleport?

Ah okay, that was just very temporary. But WZY on that rooftop, seemingly more powerful than both of them... makes me wonder if the king of Tiandu isn't in cahoots with him on this whole experimental shit. Like where on earth did this mofo get the money for all this research and thievery of artefacts and demons' body parts, not to mention the staff he employs.

The way ZYZ guides ZYC to help him unlock more of his power! But of course the monster will have another trick up his sleeve, and now we're dealing with poisonous gas? Argh!

Goddamnit, of course ZYC's locked in an illusion. And ZYZ, too? How the fuck- isn't that the previous Baize goddess? And Li Lun??? How--- okay, you know what, I'm gonna stop asking how WZY is able to do anything he does, he's clearly designed to be an OP mofo. His death better be satisfying to watch, drama!

Omg *everyone* is there. Oh, tempting, to stay in this illusion forever, isn't it? I wanna hug all of them 😭 The way both ZYZ and ZYC know with absolute certainty that none of it is real, though... "I want to consciously be delusional for a moment." Don't we all, Great Demon, don't we all... Also, can this drama get any more obvious? They *share* this illusion. Their biggest desire is the same... just to share a peaceful life with the people they love. ::head in hands for the umpteenth time::

Thank goodness for that moment of hesitation I guess, it seems this was even more dangerous than Ran Yi's dreamscape... It's kinda funny how WZY was just hanging out in the background all this time though, was he just waiting for them to kill themselves? And how close is the Mount Kunlun to Chongwu Camp anyway, how could Bai Jiu get to them so quickly without the teleportation mcguffin?

Nice decoy there boys, and I always appreciate when one of them reaches out to steady the other... Aaand we end on yet another conundrum, which, to be fair, on one hand proves just how paranoid WZY is, with the amount of contingency plans he seems to have cooked up, and on the other just makes me wanna tear my hair out. I want that guy *gone,* stat.

Onto ep 32!

[l-in-the-light]

Chapter 1129 commentary

Oh boy, I can't believe we're already leaving the Lego Land. Let's start from the end this time, shall we?

He looks so happy! Is he seeing a fairytale-like world? Many people speculate Elbaf will feel like a fairytale world because it spells backwards Fable :D I don't personally picture that myself, but I definitely wouldn't be opposed to it!

Japanese native speakers noticed the "ah" reaction from Luffy there, which usually means Luffy saw something or someone he recognized. I don't think Luffy ever saw Elbaf before. But he might have seen Kid Pirates (if they're trapped in this prison as well, after their defeat) or Hajrudin (why Hajrudin? Because of our sun god person, ofc :D). Or Law. Because why the fuck not and it's his birth month ffs, it's the time for him to reappear finally!!

In comparison this is how Luffy usually looks like when he visits new places (those are from Water 7 and Skypiea mostly). It's more a :O than :D

Meanwhile slight blush and big smile is how Luffy often reacts, feeling all happy, when seeing someone he knows and likes! That expression looks the closest to the one from the end of the chapter 1129, which might mean something or it might mean nothing, but I thought I would share my thoughts anyway.

The more they say it's gonna be Elbaf, the less I believe them. But the hype for Elbaf is unreal, if it ends up not being Elbaf I'm not sure how fandom will take it at this point lol. I will be still fine. I don't want another long arc without Law.

Seems someone is slipping off his character. Now we can fully see how all of this is just a roleplaying bit.

Which puts the comments of all those tiny giants into completely new perspective. They're all in on this, the sun god is the game master, and they're the challengers (well, sorta).

Despite playing along they clearly want to get out of there, so perhaps they're not willing participants in this D&D roleplaying ;) they probably had no choice.

He's reeeeally into that. He would make a great (if slightly too immersed) game master.

Someone has a slight god syndrome here... which makes me wonder... we know in One Piece world there were beings even more gigantic than the Giants - the Ancient Giants like Oars. To them, the world must have felt the same way it does to our sun god here: like a doll house. I always wondered how they might have felt about other races in the world. Normal humans probably looked like polly pocket sized toys. Were the Ancient Giants once the enemies of humankind? If that's the case, how did humankind win against them and set itself free, I wonder?

Careful there, we're almost breaking the 4th wall again, haha.

Someone got so immersed his first thought was "wait, I didn't make this" haha. I wonder if it means he could have made a thunder clouds himself as well, even if just some fake ones :D

Now it's time to reveal who our sun god is. Apparently it's Rodo, a giant who is part of Hajrudin's pirate crew of giants, which joined the grand fleet of our Strawhats. Rodo seems to have been against the idea and doesn't like to serve "tiny humans". But this is curious, because Hajrudin and his crew used to work under Buggy for his delivery business. Perhaps Rodo isn't the smartest and fell for Buggy's visual trick to appear bigger than he actually is ;)

And this is our culprit. Tekking already figured it out before this chapter even came out and I'm amused to no end that the high heels turned out to be the key evidence :D

Another mystery sort of solved. They got carried by a crow pet of Rodo here (wherever "here" is) and apparently they went through sleeping mist belt, whatever that is (there are other belts besides the calm belts?!). I know it sounds like an ass-pull and it sort of is, but I guess it wouldn't be called a "belt" for no reason, right? So this is a new puzzle piece for the worldbuilding, even if it sounds like a poor excuse instead lol.

Rodo's reaction to "but the giant warrior pirates were guiding them" sounds a bit like "so they shouldn't arrive here". It really doesn't sound like they're on Elbaf, but they're probably at least somewhat close to it? Rodo did know what Dorry and Broggy were up to, at the very least.

Despite not agreeing with Hajrudin's decision, he knows all of Strawhats names and calls them with a cutesy honorific, which kinda proves he is a fan of them and heard quite a lot about them as well, lol. Rodo is kinda a funny guy, ngl. Btw the "taso" honorific is apparently one of otaku lingo trends in Japan nowadays. Old guys call young characters by "tan" instead of "chan" (those of you who read Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles are probably well acquainted with the "tan", thanks to "Kuro-tan". I had no idea though that Fye used old guy's way of addressing him lol).

It's based on a silly thing really, "n" and "so" look almost the same in hiragana and sometimes Japanese mispronounce things on purpose because they think it's funny. That's how "tan" became "taso". There's nothing more to it, just a nerdy linguistic joke. That reminds me that no matter how internationally popular One Piece has became, it always stays Japanese at heart and is mainly targeted at Japanese audience.

There's also the fact that Rodo apparently also speaks like a samurai, but kinda clumsily, like he forgets about doing it sometimes. He seems to like samurai culture, he also carries a katana sword. So Rodo is not only a D&D nerd, he's apparently also an otaku. And this gets dangerously close to representing Japanese fandom of One Piece. Rodo might as well be a representation of an otaku kidnapping Strawhats and playing with them like figurines heh. A fake sun god, definitely :D

I gotta say I'm amused that his sorcerer's staff is just a wired net, meant to help him catch those that run away lol. We also learn that this place is a detention center for the giants! So the people in the Lego diorama are indeed giants despite being small. My bet is still on them having been shrinked somehow to fit in there!

"That way is another dead end", says Rodo curiously enough, so maybe Strawhats didn't manage to break out to freedom by destroying that wall, after all?

We saw that the corridor before had many other doors arranged alongside it. If it's a detention center, then it's possible there are other "prisons" behind each door, maybe each with different theme? One is a Lego fantasy castle, maybe there are some sci-fi realms as well, for example?

And this is how the whole room looks like. Makes me again think back to the Ancient Giants and the huge gates leading to Enies Lobby, Impel Down and Marineford. Could that place have been the ancient detention center, if we go by this analogy? Or perhaps an ancient temple, if we go by how Rodo called this room?

It somehow reminds me of the picture from Enel's side story. Especially that snake that looks like it's folded up like a paper fan. In Enel's story that picture below the three moon people looks like a bunch of folded up snakes as well. Btw do you know that it's speculated to be the appearance of Pluton? :D a bunch of huge snakes that will fill up a battle ship of some kind.

The creatures on the right on the wall represents Poseidon (Neptunians), and the sun like object on the top of the wall is Uranus, with 16 swirly beams coming out of it (we see only half of them, more or less), and is powered up by Mother Flame or something akin to that (the flame-like thing in the centre).

We finally know how the Ear God rabbit looked like! RIP XD

Luffy seems to like this little diorama. Apparently Japanese readers think that Luffy is a bit of a nerd himself, he likes robots, he went really bonkers over Sanji's germa suit (on their way to Wano), in One Piece Red we see him build a tower mound with stones so he likes to "build stuff". He also doesn't like to destroy other people's things, especially those that look cool. In Egghead he informed Shaka that he wasn't the one who broke the headphones, kinda expecting to be accused to be the reason why they're malfunctioning. Luffy might seem like he doesn't care if he destroys things, but if he thinks something is cool, he would want it to stay intact :) I'm sure Rodo will appreciate the fact that Luffy finds his Lego city so cool :D

Someone wanted the adventure to last a bit longer. Can't blame you Luffy, I also wouldn't want to leave the Lego city!

One mystery solved! Apparently Luffy can now control Gear 4 to such an extent that it doesn't exhaust him and that it only extends to his hand or leg, instead of covering his full body like before. He learned from his mistakes, so now it doesn't eat up his whole haki! Law would be proud of him :)

Back to Uncanny Valley. Nami tossing away a map? I know it's not much of a treasure, but I don't remember Nami ever throwing anything she found like that before. It's kinda confusing to me.

Something I might have missed from previous chapter. Someone pointed out that Zoro's sense of direction is so bad that even if he followed a noise he would still not arrive at correct destination. They might have a point, lol. We should never underestimate how bad Zoro's sense of direction is.

Seeing how we're already three chapters in and there's no progress on the mystery behind some oddities in Strawhats behaviours, I have to revise my theory a little. I think trolls impersonating them seems to be less likely now, but the inconsistencies remain a fact. Which is interesting, what might have caused them?

Zoro's case is particularly curious, because his lack of sense of direction is a real life disorder. It's called developmental topographical disorientation and it can affect people even in environment they're familiar with, like around their home or neighborhood. They can get lost despite walking the same path every day! Some studies even point out it can be genetically passed down in families, which might explain why Zoro has it; it got passed down in his family ever since Ryuuma, who was infamous for getting lost easily too.

If Zoro suddenly gained some resemblance of a sense of direction then whatever caused the inconsistencies in Strawhats behaviour must work on genetical level. Maybe it's also a consequence of drinking the Green Fairy. It has "green" in it's name, and so far all sus green substances we saw in One Piece have one thing in common: lineage factors! Think of SAD liquid that was green, the liquid in which the clones in Germa's lab were kept in, and the green blood of Seraphims which Vegapunk explained to us contained DNA of current devil fruit users. It's not impossible that Green Fairy somehow also has "lineage factors" that temporarily affect behaviour of anyone who drinks it. It might not have to be only about hallucinations. I have no idea why that would be included in the alcohol, but I already speculated it might be some equivalement of "gift from gods". It could also explain why Giants shared it with the Strawhats, I doubt they drink hallucinatory drinks on a daily basis, without any special occasion. But since they saw Luffy in the form of Sun God Nika, that could potentially call for a celebraton in their eyes.

Rodo calls himself Taiyoushin which means sun god (as opposed to taiyou no kami, Nika's title). Amaterasu is also called taiyoushin in Japanese. One of her attributes was yata no kagami mirror (later became one of three sacred regalia of shinto), and Rodo's shield in the picture above kinda resembles it visually. Interesting!

We also have to finally adress the animal skull Rodo is wearing. We saw it actually quite a number of times before! In Drum Island's castle and in Long Arms Tribe's place on the walls, on top of the houses and ships of Elbaf, and on the head of one of the God Knights. We still don't have any sort of answer for it, but it's worth noting that this theme is ongoing for quite some time now. I guess it's not the time yet to give us any answers. For now all I can tell is this: in One Piece's universe there was once a sun god that looked like a demon wearing an animal skull. Was it a true sun god or yet another fake, who knows?

Last but not least, seems some people are disappointed with the identity of the sun god (Rodo from Giants Pirates). I can't say I can relate to that. Yes, I also wanted it to be something bigger than this, a proper threat, a true horror Strawhats would have to face. But also like, it was only three chapters long, I would lie if I said it was super hyped in that direction. On the contrary, the chapters constantly played with our expectiations and used twists at every corner, so the answer to the mystery being something not really that sinister is quite fitting in that context. I also think the ride was entertaining, I don't remember when was the last time I had so much fun just trying to figure out things and paying extra attention to smallest details! Also, Rodo is kinda easy to like, even though feeding humans to beasts is definitely still, well, quite sinister.

But who knows, maybe the Uncanny Valley adventure isn't over yet, there might be still few more chapters of that :D though Redon's hints for this week's chapter suggest otherwise. But I'm aware they're also often just pure crap.

But he did hint about bounties going up. Newspapers hitting the press finally? Strawhats posters hanging around somewhere?? Ugh I'm having way too many thoughts about this! I hate those teasers, why do I even check them up?!

If you're curious where I got some of the ideas and inspirations for things I wrote in this post, I leave you with a link to a youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77Lpu0q1W4g It's a good channel btw, it's always helpful to get a Japanese native speaker's perspective on things :)

[imoosgnaj]

[CHINESE NEW YEAR SPECIAL] Celebrate Chinese New Year with SKZ 🎆

genre: fluff (some funny scenes)

a/n: I started writing this back in January lmao. The whole ff is written in first person point of view. Anyway Happy Chinese New Year!

warning: none? however, there are members from Aespa, NCT and Seventeen appearing in this fanfic

A few days before New Year, your team members heared you and Chenle's conversation, and they used their phone to translate live--

Chenle: "Can you go home for New Year?"

You: "WAIT YOU CAN GO HOME??? Bro this is so not fait! Ugh, it's been so long time..."

Chenle: "Then how are you gonna celebrate it? You wanna come and have dinner with the Chinese line?"

You: "I'd love to but, I still gonna record Kingdom that day, and it'll be too late for food when I'm done."

Chenle: "Okay superstar, in that case I will just go have fun with the Ningning The 8 and Jun, but I will send you picture so don't worry!"

You: "Ugh ok, bye"

Chan opened his phone to check the calender: "Yea, it's Chinese New Year soon."

"Kingdom starts that day," Says Lee Know, "We sure don't know when we will be back."

"But this holiday must be very important for her!" Hyunjin searched it up, "It's the biggest holiday in China, look!"

"Clench your fist, get up early and sleep late, I mean, it's for her right?" Changbin says to everyone.

Everyone agreed, so now they are doing the 'missions' again.

"New Year requires..." Because Chinese has different traditions than Korean, Chan needs to search it up and read them one by one: "Eat dumplings, spring couplets, fireworks, red envelopes..."

"Red envelopes?" Felix scratcher his head, "What are those?"

Felix immediately took out his phone: "Let me ask Chenle."

Chenle picked up his phone after one second.

Chenle: "What's up Yongbogi?"

Felix: "Heyyyyy, long time no see buddy! So since Soomi can't celebrate New Year with yall, we are worried that she will feel sad, and we wanna celebrate it with her! But we don't know that much about the traditions, can you explain them?"

Chenle: "Ah of course! I promise I won't tell Soomi. Let me tell you..."

About the traditions, uh yes, it went on for at least one hour.

After this one hour, you were told about the plans (by Chenle of course)

"Everyone's so good to you," Chenle is just chatting with you, but he doesn't know that you are so touched that you have tears in your eyes.

"Yea," You sneezed, "But why you told me early! I'm worried that I can't take it by then."

"Hey don't tell them about this!"

"Fine!" You ended the call.

Busy days always fly past, it's New Year's Eve in a blink. Because you were busy rehearsing for the stage the day before, you barely had any rest, you are so tired after the shooting today and even forgot how special today is! You started sleeping once you got on car.

"Are the red envelopes ready?" Chan talked quietly on the car.

"Yes they are!" Lee Know took out an envelope with 'luck' on it from his pocket.

"What about the spring couplets?" Chan nods, and then kept on checking.

"I wrote together with Seungminnie, I asked Yao Chen to check it, it's on the table." Felix tapped Chan's shoulder and told him no worries.

"Dumplings?"

"Yea I made them together with Jeogin and Changbin hyung," Hyunjin went on, "and fish too."

"Okay!" Chan pretended to clap, "The fireworks are also ready, Minho should also be checking on the other car, we just need to make sure to being Soomi up the building later, don't wake her up."

The cars soon arrived at the dorm. You had absolutely no idea because you were sleeping so well. Chan picked you up carefully, Felix protected your head, moved you out the car and successfully carried you back to dorm.

It's even harder to let the kids quiet down when cooking than sscend to heaven. Lee Know clenched his fist because Hyunjin accidently hit a bowl and it fell on the floor; Jeogin needed to watch Jisung's mouth just in case he randomly started singing; about Changbin, Chan taped his mouth because his mouth is literally a weapon.

You got woken up by the great smell of food. The air is filled with sweet smells, the type of sweet smell that are rare in Korean foods.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes, opened your bedroom door and walked out. Although you already knew that they are going to give you a surprise, but when seeing all the Chinese food on the table, you were still shocked. I mean, who doesn't love food right?"

Chan, who just put the last dish on the table, saw you coming out and said to you: "Heyyyy, I was just about to let Felix call you! Come sit down!"

Before Chan finished, Felix and Han already grabbed your hands and took you to your seat.

'It must be the water vapor...' You thought, teary in your eyes.

"Ahw why are you crying?" Lee Know denied your thoughts, took a napkin and wiped your tears.

"I......" You still wanted to argue, but started crying once you opened your mouth: "You guys are so nice, I'm so touched..."

The other members took their seats soon after, Lee Know patted your head: "You know why we are so nice to you? Because we think you are so nice to us too!"

Changbin counldn't help it, he ate a dumping first and it was so hot he grinned. "YES SOOMI, you are so good to us you know? C'mon, the food will get cold if you don't eat them now."

Seungmin, who sat next to you, put some vegetables in your bowl and handed you a pair of chopsticks: "Try them! We learned one dish each."

You still couldn't help but sob. You picked up a piece of fish and was about to eat, but you were blocked by Seungmin: "No, sobbing and eating at the same time will make you choke." He said, his other hand patted your back gently.

After seeing you moving your chopticks, Changbin started calling everyone and began to eat: "Eat quick! We have bigger surprises waiting for you!" You smiled when watching him like this.

After pouring drinks, Chan raised his cup: "In the past year, we all did great, especiall our maknae! As the only girl in our team, she has taken off a lot of pressure. In the next year we will also be moving forward, and get better and better."

"CHEERS!" Everyone shouted, your happy faces are reflected on the cups.

"Following the Chinese traditions, we put 3 coins in the dumplings! Now eat" Lee Know handed you some dumplings.

You took a bit: "Hey I got it!" You spited out the coin, "Not every dumplings have a coin right?"

"How's that possible?" Even with that being said, Jeogin still thought it's magical, "Our maknae will become rich next year hehe."

However, Lee Know and Chan are acting calm: because the first dumpling you ate was marked by us.

It's just a little trick used by the oldest members, but it can truly bring you happiness. This is surely the best meal you've had ever since you came to South Korea.

Tag: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim

[uskomatontakinkohan]

What if I hadn’t desided to follow Jesus?

I mean I made the desision independently, i did not grow up in Christian household. I just sort of happened to find myself in a Christian kids summer camp and gave my life to Christ at 8 years old and it sort of just happened from there on. My mother was worried at first because I was trying to baptise my friends with the Holy Ghost. Still not sure if she was right. I mean. Was i brainwoshed? Or did I really find the truth. Anyway, back to my question.

If I had not ended up on that Christian summer camp and never acsepted Jesus. And never got a hold on a copy of a Bible.

I wonder. When I was in class 6 some boys began to bully me. For no reason. I wasn’t cool. Geeky fat kid. Anyways I got debressed and suicidal by the time I went to class 8. I remember thinking that I wish I could just lie on the rail tracks. But I felt that Jesus would not want that. I began to talk to Jesus more and got through the difficult times somehow. Would I have done something to myself if I had not had this real or imagined relationship with this Jesus person. I don’t know. Maybe I would have chickened. But the idea of someone being there did no doubt help me.

Around those times I started to figure out my sexual orientation, as one does. I noticed I had crushes on not only boys but to girls also. I even confessed these feelings to one of my best friends. Did not go well. She was deep in the closet at the time herself and rejected me harshly. Well I tell that to my ego. I don’t want to admit that I was so repulsive to her that she could not just politely decline. Anyway, I think had I not been Christian I might have at least had that first kiss with a girl. But those times lgbtq+ affirming churches and theology was hard to find. I guess I will never know that side of myself because I then went and married. At age 19.

Yes we are still married. Happily I think. Getting better actually. But thinking back had I been non-believer I don’t think I would have rushed to marry. And not with this man. One of the reasons I married him was that he was very serious Christian. I’m pretty sure that would not have been a selling point to a non-believer me. So yeah, I would have experienced single life longer.

Would I have found love elsewhere? Maybe. I’m having a hard time imagining how it would have all ended up. Dates with boys and girls? Maybe pursued a career of an artists? Probably a very unhinged one to that matter. I always feel like my faith is limiting my artistic choices and I sensor myself because the stuff I want to draw is not erm nice and cute and cuddly most of the time.

I probably would not have gone …erm pescatarian (I wanna say vegan but I have a problem. I will talk about that another time) because I felt convicted that modern animal agriculture is against the will of God. Then again if I had gone vegan as non believer it would have been more straight forward. After all I would not have to go through the troubling topics of Jesus eating fish and God promising a land full of milk and honey to Israelites.

And I think as non-believer I would have consumed way more fanfics. Ah, who am I kidding, it would be just the same. But I could have written my own without guilt. I have a some things in my table drawer that I’m sort of afraid to finish because of the nagging questions of moral (the main issues being faul language, hint at marihuana use and mm / ff romantic scenes). I wish I could just tell myself that it’s all ok, it’s just fiction. It’s not a sin. It’s just harmless fun. But like I said I’m afraid. Not only afraid of the judgement from my community but also from God. What if God is not chill about this?

Lately I have been thinking that God is probably not real. Like evidence is clear. I’m just afraid to let go. God is still kinda helpful for my mental health. But let’s say I left faith. My husband would not take that lightly. He would be absolutely devastated. I’m sure he would keep inviting me to church. As for all my friends they are Christian so would be hard relating with them. Would have to find an atheist group. Not sure they even exist in Ghana.

I would probably join the local vegan movement. Vegans here are mostly Rastafarians which my husband absolutely loaths. Well, that would probably make our relationship even worse. The divorce getting even more likely. If we were able to work it out then life would probably continue pretty much the same. Minus the Sunday church for me. More time to read or make art.

Or say the marriage did not survive. Would probably move back to Finland and start afresh. No idea, kinda hoping that will not happen. I don’t want to lose him. We have been together for almost 20 years. It’s hard to imagine living alone or with someone else. I mean come on my brain wasn’t fully developed when we married. I have grown with him.

So yeah. Hard things. I really want God to be real and I feel he is real sometimes (because he is the mental support I’ve built to myself, the one thing that keeps me sane and gives me strength); just wishing he was more, you know, less homophobic. Because there is no way around it Bible is homophobic. That was the way things were in ancient Israel and God did use to be just a tribal God of one particular nation with their own culture and moral views. But I stand to be corrected. (Please someone please correct me.) without this issue it would be so much easier to be a professing Christian.

In summary: I believe and don’t believe in God at the same time. I wish I could change the Bible a bit. I wouldn’t be a better or worse person without God but might have had harder time with my depression. Maybe I would have found the strength elsewhere. Who knows.

So erm God, thanks. You have really helped me out. I don’t understand some of your rules though. Hope you can forgive me. Or if I’m just not interpreting correctly, could you please be a bit more specific. Thanks. Love you. Hope you’re out there.

[howlingday]

Have you seen the studio c sketch the doorstep can you do that with Lancaster?

...I have now.

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The Fool

Okay, okay. It's the end of the date. Here comes the doorstep. Don't panic. You practiced this a hundred times with your team. ...Oh no! It looks like he's heading straight for the door without saying good-night! Don't let it end here! Quickly! Throw a rock at him!

Ruby: (Picks up a rock)

Jaune: (Turns)

Ruby: (Throws it down the hall)

Cardin: OW!

No, no, wait, she's turning around. It's good. You're all good.

Jaune: Uh... Well, this is me.

Okay, now puff out your chest ever so slightly. You are strong. You did at least fifteen push-ups before this date, and you only blacked out for a second.

Jaune: I, uh, had a really nice time tonight, Ruby.

Yeah, you did~.

Jaune: We should definitely do this again sometime.

Oh, yeah! Mama's got game~!

Ruby: Yeah, that'd be cool!

Jaune: Yeah. And maybe we could bring your sister along for a double?

I knew you were after my sister, you slanderous scabbard!

Ruby: Oh, that's not a bad idea. But she already has this thing. She's... dying.

Jaune: O-Oh! I'm sorry to hear that.

Why are you lying?! Quick! Change the subject! Now!

Ruby: So I see dust prices have gone up. That inflation, am I right?

Jaune: Er... Yeah...

Oh my god, he's playing with his keys, just like in that one movie, Hook-Up! Wilt Smithy said that means he wants to kiss you- Wait, or is that only for Faunus girls? ...Oh, what luck! His hair is covering his eye! Gently brush it out of the way.

Jaune: (Blushing, Smiles)

You're as smooth as imported silk, Eagle Eye~. ...Man, I wish people would call me Eagle-Eye! Whatever. Now lean in slowly. ...Oh no, I didn't check my breath before doing this! Back out! Back out! So slow, though, that he doesn't even notice.

Jaune: (Awkwardly shifts)

Nice work, Double E~. ...ACK! Why are there more people at the door?! This is so awkward, I don't know what to do with my hands!

Ruby: (Latches hands to opposite shoulders)

Yeah. This feels natural~.

Ren: ...Good evening, Jaune.

Jaune: Hey, Ren. Nora. Getting back from your date?

Nora: Yeah! (Menacing aura) ISN'T IT JUST SO AWESOME THAT WE JUST SHOWED UP AT THE EXACT. SAME. TIME?

Ooooooh, I am not moving! If she thinks she can edge me out of my good night, she is wrong! Look her in the eyes!

Nora: (Glaring at Ruby)

Ruby: (Glaring at Nora)

Ruby + Nora: (Look away)

Yeah... That's what I thought.

Nora: (Opens arms) I had a great time, Ren~!

Ren: (Extends shake) As did I.

Nora: ...

Ren: ...

Ren: (Pats Nora's head)

Loser.

Ruby: (Extends shake) Good night, Ren.

Ren: (Shakes hand) Good night. (Pass Ruby) We'll meet you inside, Jaune. (Walks inside)

Jaune: (Watches Nora slump behind) Sorry about that, Ruby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're back in business!

Jaune: O-Oh!

Good! Hold the eye contact! Offer him a sincere compliment! Tell him you like his...

Ruby: I like your...

...Say something. Oh, please, say something! Compliment his shoes- Oof! Nevermind! Just say something!

Ruby: ...enthal. I like... Yuri Lowenthal... as an actor.

You... are an idiot.

Jaune: Oh, so do I! I especially love his work as Ben 10 in Alien Force!

Nevermind~! Cue the Final Fantasy victory! Dadada da da da dadada! Boolooloo...

Ruby: (Smoothly makes FF victory poses)

Jaune: (Standing awkwardly to the side)

Wait, is he still talking?!

Ruby: ...

Jaune: Did you..?

Ruby: ...Yeeees?

Jaune: Huh... You're an interesting girl, Ruby.

Interesting good or interesting as in "You belong in the nuthouse"? AGH! I can't take it anymore! Just kiss him! Now! Force eye contact!

Jaune: A-Ah!

Good! Now slowly close in on him. Corner him like you're stalking a rat- No, a sleeping baby- No! That's even worse! That is multiple levels of wrong! Oh, what is wrong with me today?! I can't feel my legs and- Yup, you're blacking out again.

Jaune: (Catches Ruby as she falls on him) Oh... geez...

[yakumtsaki]

It’s the morning after Felina’s birthday disaster and the bozo bros are interrupted on their way to work-

-BY TWO SEPARATE THUNDER FIRES. HOLY HELL. Xander, I get that undying loyalty is the dog unique selling point, but could you please stop following these morons as they run towards the fire??

-Oh wow bro, that was a close one! -I cant’ believe none of us has died in a fire yet with how many of them we’re getting! -Tell me about it! It’s like something is trying to kill us!

Um ya, your own stupidity?? Just go to work. 

-Look at us, Servilia, two old ladies and still so limber, huhu!🌸 

Ok Cyn I’m starting to worry with all your wholesome pet interactions, don’t you wanna hook up with at least iVan?? I mean he’s right there!

-I don’t know, what’s the point of romantic interactions without Don here to catch me cheating?😔💗

Aw Cyn, so loyal, up there with Xander!

20K?!? FFS SANDY, at this point it’s literally costing us money to keep your dumb zombie ass employed.

-̵B̴U̶T I̷ G̵O̴T P̴R̴O̵M̵O̶T̷E̷D A̴N̸Y̵W̸A̷Y🧟‍♀️

Ya and made 3k total, so you still owe me 17k!

-̵A̸N̵D̷ Y̴O̶U O̷W̵E̴ M̷E̴ M̸Y L̴I̷F̴E🧟‍♀️

Ok well, we’ll call it even!

Look who finally managed to get an A+ now that he didn’t opt out of school.

-One day was all it took me, IN YOUR FACE, FAILINA

Ugh.

-Uncle Sugar look, I finally bested Failina! 

Felina always had good grades, what you did was finally REACH her.

-Great job, buddy! Now go take your nap and Uncle Sugar will be here to train you tomorrow for your big birthday fight!

Your big what?

-Failina is obviously going to counterattack and ruin MY upcoming birthday, idiot, so we’re training for it and I’M GONNA DESTROY HER. MUAHAHAHA. Now if you’ll excuse me it’s time for my nap-nap time with gram-gram.

Barth how can you be so wholesome and such a demon at the same time, I can’t. 

-Ah, nothing better than just standing here, getting drunk in this open space while it’s raining!

Sounds good to me, time to leave you unattended for even a second and go wash the dogs with Sophie-

-um, Sugar, why is your portrait missing from our family panel??

SUGAR??? SUGAR WTF

-With my last breath.. I’m gonna use this death animation as aesthetically as possible.. and slide down the bathroom wall..

OH MY GOD WHAT

OH MY GOD IT’S REAL WHAT IS HAPPENING 

-WAAAAAAAAAAAH BRO NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IM

-WHY SUGAR WHY. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE FOR NO CLEAR REASON 

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY WHAT ON EARTH. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW HE DIED

-Ok can you people take this somewhere else, I’m trying to admire myself here. 

-WAAAAH first my husband and now my nephew noooooo🌸

CYN PLEASE NOT NOW. Bro literally HOW did Sugar die, I feel he was struck by lighting or something and then made it to the bathroom and crawled up to die there?? I mean what the-

NO. NO WAY. JOJO.

-Hello :)

YOU KILLED SUGAR???

-Well all the fires weren’t working so I had to get creative!

OH MY GOD

-Great job, grandpa Jojo! Let me just clean all the death stink from in here..

YOU TWO ARE INSANE

-Grandma Sophie helped too, why do you think she rolled the want to wash the dogs?

OH MY GODDDD YOU ARE ALL PSYCHOS. Well whatever cause you know what?? Where others see a problem.. 

..I see a romantic opportunity! 

-Please don’t do this, we have suffered enough.

You really haven’t, now get dialing!

-̶I̵'̵M A̶L̷I̸V̵E̵!!!🧟

You got that about right!

-W̵H̴Y̴ A̴M ̵I̵ G̷R̸E̸Y. ̸O̵H̸ N̶O.F̴U̶C̴K̷ Y̶O̴U̴, A̷U̸N̴T̵ S̶H̸A̶J🧟

-😠😠😠😠😠

Welp.. You look great! 

Real talk, I STILL don’t know how Sugar died, he doesn’t have a memory of seeing a ghost OR being hit by lighting! Spontaneous combustion?? Wtf

-H̶E̸Y̴ ̵S̵A̷N̴D̸Y̶, N̸O̷T̴I̷C̴E A̵N̶Y̸T̴H̸I̶N̴G̵ D̴I̶F̷F̷E̶R̵E̸N̴T🧟 -I̴ ̸D̵O̵N̸'̴T̷, I̵ A̸L̸W̴A̷Y̵S H̶A̵V̵E T̸H̴I̶S S̵H̸O̵C̷K̴E̵D̵ A̴N̸D̴ A̷P̵P̵A̵L̶L̶E̷D̵ E̶X̸P̸R̶E̵S̸S̴I̷O̴N̷ ̶O̶N̴ M̴Y̸ F̴A̸C̷E🧟‍♀️

SANDY NO. PLEASE ACCEPT THE NEW HIM OTHERWISE I BROUGHT HIM BACK FOR NOTHING.

-Y̴O̷U̴'̶R̴E̸ E̵V̷E̷N̸ H̴O̵T̷T̴E̴R̵ N̷O̴W̶, Y̵O̵U̸ ̷B̴I̸G̶ ̵R̶O̷T̸T̴I̵N̴G H̴U̵N̶K🧟‍♀️

OH THANK GOD. Let’s take you crazy zombie kids out on a proper date!!!

-̴H̸E̶R̴E̶'̵S̴ T̷O̵ U̸S̴ A̴N̵D̵ A̸ ̵C̸L̴A̵S̷S̸Y̴ ̶R̶O̶M̵A̴N̵T̵I̵C E̶V̸E̶N̵I̷N̶G̵🧟 -C̸L̷I̷N̷K̴ ̷C̸L̴I̸N̵K̴🧟‍♀️

-N̶O̸M̷ ̴N̶O̶M̴🧟‍♀️   -G̶O̶O̴D B̸R̷A̵I̵N̸S̵ T̶O̶N̶I̶G̷H̷T🧟

Ya ok I officially ship it.

CUTE❤️

AWWWWW🧟‍♀️❤️🧟

-̴I̷ L̶O̴V̴E̸ Y̷O̷U S̷A̶N̵D̶Y̵, W̸E̵ H̶A̴D̸ T̸O̷ D̴I̷E̵ S̶O̵ W̴E̵ C̷O̸U̷L̶D ̵B̸E̸ T̷O̴G̵E̵T̷H̷E̵R🧟 -W̴E̷L̵L I̸ D̵I̸D̸N̴'̷T H̴A̷V̷E̷ T̸O D̴I̵E T̸W̴I̸C̵E🧟‍♀️ -B̷O̵T̸H̴ Y̴O̶U̷R̸ D̵E̴A̸T̴H̴S̴ W̴E̸R̴E G̴R̷A̶N̷D̶P̴A̵ J̵O̶J̵O̷'̷S̴ F̷A̵U̸L̸T̴ A̸N̶D N̴O̸W̷ H̴E̷ ̷K̶I̷L̸L̸E̴D̴ M̶E T̸O̵O🧟 -Y̶O̷U̶'̵R̸E R̷I̵G̶H̸T̴,W̴E̵ ̵O̶W̷E̸ O̴U̸R̸ H̶A̸P̵P̸I̸N̷E̸S̵S̶ T̸O H̵I̵M🧟‍♀️ -I̶ W̷A̸S A̵L̸W̷A̴Y̴S H̴I̸S F̷A̷V̸O̶R̵I̶T̸E🧟

[storiesofsvu]

happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

NO

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she?  Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

 “we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that. 

[flowerslut]

Your thoughts on human!Au(s). Boring? Is it harder to write than canon au (or any fic where they aren't human)? What about highschool human au? Also, how do you think Jalice's dynamic would change in an all human canon universe?

hm, I don't hate all-human AUs by any means, nor is there any sort of au or trope that I ever routinely ignore (except for the mafia/sports/band!aus—legit, I will never understand the plethora of mafia!aus on ff) but I am unfortunately the pickiest bitch in the world when it comes to characterization, and in all-human twilight AUs I don't usually vibe with other people's characterizations of the cullens. it's also really, really hard to find jalice fic (which is 99% of what I read) that hasn't been abandoned, and even harder to find all-human jalice non-abandoned longfic, that also write them well, so 🤷🏼‍♀️ I haven't read much!

ok ok but to actually answer your questions:

do I find AH AUs boring? sometimes, yeah. but that's usually because the AH AU plots I've seen are intensely dull with no stakes (no pun intended) so if I were to ever find enough that I vibe with I'd absolutely make a rec list!

is it harder to write AH or canon stuff? I always default to canon-verse stuff unless I have a fun AH idea (like the unpublished one fell swoop) but when I do write AH stuff there's usually a supernatural element to it. I find it much easier to write canon/vampire fic since just the presence of vampires alone just makes the story so much more exciting because of how interesting their lore is, so that's what I do more often!

what about a highschool human AU? I've written a small one! I really like that fic and think it's sooo underrated. if I ever were to write another high school AU it would probably be much angstier since I love to have drama and mess in my fic 🤩

how do I think the jalice dynamic would change? not to link to my wife for the millionth time but g made this beautiful post here years ago that sums up what the cullens in a realistic AH high school scenario might be like. I think it would be much like canon, in which bubbly, social, laser-focused-on-fashion-and-art weirdo (affectionate) alice just attaches herself to jasper, who is a scary misanthropic little fuck up with a reputation that precedes him. like, that's pretty much canon, just adjust some details here and there and voila! you've got their characters nailed down! as for "how their dynamics would change?" I think jasper'd be a liiiiiiittle less "overprotective" since there (hopefully) wouldn't be threats of violence and murder potentially looming around dark corners, although that aspect of his personality would absolutely still be there. and I think, for alice, since she's a human and doesn't have to overcompensate to immerse herself in human culture, would have a really confident hold on her own identity, and probably be just a fun friendly little gal doing her own thing and not taking anything too serious!

[novaursa]

Hello! Would you ever write something for Ser Duncan the Tall?? I don’t have any exact ideas but would love to see something for him ❤️

When the North Calls

- Summary: Duncan and Aegon encounter you in Riverlands, and you unintentionally steal the heart of a knight.

- Paring: stark!reader/Ser Duncan the Tall

- Note: The plot is purposely changed. Duncan and Egg were not going to join Lord Beron Stark on the Northen coast, and I've also put in how Baelor Breakspear knighted Duncan (I know he didn't) to give a short story more flare.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The journey through the Riverlands had been pleasant enough, the landscape a patchwork of autumnal hues. Duncan found himself enjoying the quiet moments between the clamor of camp and the occasional brush with bandits. Traveling alongside Aegon—Egg, as he preferred to be called—was both a challenge and a comfort. The boy’s sharp wit and hunger for knowledge kept Duncan on his toes. This latest company, led by Ser Hormon Peake, was more dubious than most, but the invitation to attend the wedding of a Frey daughter provided a welcome diversion from the usual hardship.

“Ser Duncan, do you think Lord Frey will have enough food for all the guests?” Egg’s voice broke into his thoughts. The boy was riding close, his helmet askew atop his shaved head, eyes bright with curiosity. “He has so many children already. The expense must be staggering.”

Duncan chuckled, his large hand reaching out to ruffle Egg’s cap. “You’re thinking too much on it. A man with as many children as Lord Frey knows how to manage his coffers. You just worry about your manners.”

Egg wrinkled his nose but said nothing, the tilt of his head suggesting he had more questions. They rode in comfortable silence until the sound of hooves and the glint of steel drew Duncan’s attention. A small company approached from the north, a banner he recognized fluttering in the breeze—the direwolf of House Stark, bordered by a band of silver.

“Starks?” he murmured, brow furrowing. This far south, it could mean anything: messengers, exiles, or an army on the move. But as the group drew closer, he spotted a woman at the head of the party, her cloak a deep grey, her hair dark as a raven’s wing. She rode with an easy confidence, her gaze scanning the road ahead as if searching for something—or someone.

“They’re well armed,” Egg observed. “But they don’t look like they’re spoiling for a fight.”

Duncan nodded. “Aye, but best to be cautious.”

As they closed the distance, the Stark party reined in their horses. The woman’s gaze fell on Duncan, her eyes a striking shade of grey, storm clouds before a snowfall. Duncan shifted in his saddle, his heart thudding with an unfamiliar nervousness. She was beautiful in a way that was fierce and untamed, and he felt his tongue tie itself in knots at the thought of speaking to her.

“Ser Duncan the Tall,” she greeted, her voice carrying the crisp edge of the North. “I am Lady Y/N Stark, sister to Lord Beron. What brings you to these lands?”

“Lady Stark.” Duncan’s voice came out rougher than he intended, and he cleared his throat. “We ride to attend a wedding at the Twins. Ser Hormon Peake invited us to join his company.”

Her eyes flicked to the men behind him, and a small, knowing smile touched her lips. “And you trust Ser Hormon Peake?”

Duncan felt his cheeks warm. “I—ah—thought it best to see for myself.”

She nodded, then gestured to her own party. “I’m gathering men of Riverlands to march north. The Ironborn have struck our coasts again, and my brother needs every sword he can muster.”

“We’re heading the same way,” Egg cut in, his voice eager. “Dunk and I—we’re always looking for ways to help.” He shot Duncan a look that was half-amusement, half-daring.

Duncan shifted uncomfortably, feeling every inch the awkward giant he was. “If it please you, my lady, we’d be honored to ride with you. The North’s need is greater than Lord Frey’s feast.”

Her smile widened, and Duncan’s heart gave an unexpected lurch. “You’re welcome, Ser Duncan. I could use a man of your strength—and your honor.” She glanced at Egg, her expression softening. “And you, boy. You look like you’ve a few tricks up your sleeve.”

Egg grinned, straightening in his saddle. “I try, my lady.”

The decision made, Duncan found himself riding beside Lady Stark, the conversation flowing surprisingly easily. She spoke of her home, of the cold winters and the warm hearths of Winterfell, and Duncan listened, mesmerized by the passion in her voice. He found himself speaking more than he had in a long time, sharing tales of his travels and the places he had seen. Each time she laughed or smiled, he felt a strange thrill, as though he had accomplished something far greater than winning a tourney.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the road, they made camp near a small stream. Duncan busied himself with setting up their tent, but his thoughts kept drifting to Lady Stark, her presence a constant pull at his senses. He was dimly aware of Egg’s gaze, sharp and amused as he watched Duncan fumble with the tent poles.

“You’ve got it bad, Dunk,” Egg teased, his voice low enough not to carry. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you trip over your words like that.”

Duncan shot him a warning look, but the boy only grinned wider.

“She likes you,” Egg continued, unperturbed. “She kept looking at you, like she was trying to figure you out. I bet she’s never met anyone quite like you before.”

“Enough, Egg,” Duncan muttered, feeling his face heat. “She’s a lady, and I’m just a hedge knight.”

“A hedge knight who’s been knighted by Baelor Breakspear and fought in a Trial of Seven,” Egg pointed out. “And one who’s honest and kind. She could do worse.”

Duncan didn’t know what to say to that, so he busied himself with tightening the ropes, his mind whirling. Lady Y/N Stark. He couldn’t stop thinking about her—her fierce eyes, the way she spoke with such determination, the ease with which she commanded her men. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he didn’t know what to do with the feelings she stirred in him.

As the camp settled for the night, Duncan found himself glancing her way more than once, his heart aching with a longing he barely understood. She was a Stark of Winterfell, sister to a lord, and he—he was just Duncan, a knight without a home.

But as he watched her laugh with her men, her head thrown back, her eyes bright, he couldn’t help but hope, just a little, that maybe—just maybe—she saw something in him, too.

[lurkingteapot]

Last Twilight ภาพนายไม่เคยลืม Ep 8

And we're back to belated but 'regular' liveblogging of episodes.

Songkhla!!! have we EVER been to southern Thailand other than Phuket in one of these shows??

doc, no shade but you sound like he's dying

love that Night comforts Mawk here, goddd

Day can be CUTTING and I love that they let him

is Night gonna put in a word for them? he looks like he might

Night!!!

oh ffs Day

I sense we're gonna learn what their deal is sooner rather than later

MERCH PLACEMENT hi

I'm the furthest thing from a colour theory person, but the red and blue colour coding is really noticeable rn

oof this is an OPPRESSIVE car ride

who's gonna check on Night?

oooh are we gonna take a minibus?

WE ARE!

I whether Night's going to come along anyway, or whether this'll be the end of Mawk's job

NIGHT <3 (also he's Phii Night in Mawk's phone and I love that)

Jimmy's FACE, man, his acting really has improved

tuktuk??? tourism board really doing its part here

ah, songtaew (if that's what they're called in the South)

sound mixing blunder, uuurgh, classic gmmtv

I wonder who that cameo was

BEACH!!

"green sea", huh?

CLASSIC beach scene, god I love them

oh, that's a cute kiss. a good one. believable.

nooo they forgot the book in Night's car?!

I think that was a song/meme reference just now, hold on.

YEP it was, it totally was (this bit specifically: 1:04-1:11. The whole Ii-Gii (E-Kie in the subtitles on the vid) thing was a huge meme in early 2023.

อีกี้นี้มันเป็นสก้อย ไปกับผู้บ่อย ผู้พาไป skrt อีกี้ชอบไป skrt แต่เปลี่ยนผู้บ่อย สงสัยไม่เวิร์ค

Honestly I respect the memery SO much)

oh boys, this was not smart

the book's gonna be in Night's car, right?

… Day, you absolute TROLL

I don't think Mawk would actually leave him there, but this was still cruel

annnd he turned it into the ILU gesture, god these two

PRODUCT PLACEMENT hi once again

TUKTUK

everthing's always shot so close and I bet that's a deliberate choice, but I like it

so snazzy and then? TRAINERS. please.

I wonder how many changes they had to go through to make sure no pit stains or other types of sweat stains showed

I LOVE these outfits

HANDS!! again!!

promises made in ep 8 tend to be dangerous; the overall structure makes me think something's gonna go WRONG wrong towards the end of the episode

BUS STOP SCENE MUSIC (no I'm never calling it anything else ever again)

Wedding!

BIG PILE OF BOOKS what a great wediding gift idea!

they look so nice!! not sure about P'Bplaa's gloves, but other than that …

P'Aof coming in with the big statements about disability again, I'm very here for it

I think I've seen Mrs Pen before? not sure where/what show or when, but her face seems familiar

oh I love this. this wedding seems real, y'know? we get super flashy ones in shows so often, but this seems like something I might attend or have attended at some point

Niiice this looks like good ballroom stance? not that I know much about that sort of thing but … yeah

ooh topical bgm

Mawk looks SO fond, idk when Jimmy learned to do that but it's really impressive, he's come SUCH a long way in just two years!

more hands, P'Aof knows what we want, huh

OMG????

I was thinking it might be something like this when he didn't tell us what town he was from, but WOW man man MAN

wait is this why his mum did not want him to go

I do not like these time skips they've been doing for the product placements. like. I do like the extra scenes we get, but I'd like it BETTER if they actually integrated them with the story and didn't follow directly after impactful emotional would-be cliffhangers.

Mawk when he watches Day … just. OOF. and wow.

kiss! :D

oh they're GONNA get in trouble eventually

A friend on discord said "they just keep choosing less and less safe means of transport" and I concur but man, this was a fun ride.

[zzencat]

hello !! i’m here for the free readings if they’re still open, initials are ff, aries sun, and i’d say 🧶 for an emoji

apologies if this is too niche but I identify as otherkin (I believe I was certain species/characters before this life) and I was wondering what my past life(s) were like ? I think I have a vague idea but it feels cloudy whenever I try and think about it

I also wanted to ask if there’s any direction I should take in my witchcraft, or in life currently ^^ I’m a beginner and could always use some guidance

tysm in advance !! have a lovely day/night

hello FF aries basketball emoji!! i love past life stuff and this is really interesting, so lemme know what you think:

- in ONE of your past lives, you could’ve been some kind of being that was a slave or felt like being one. you “could” escape if you wanted to, but there’s a period where you don’t yet. weirdly, when i was shuffling i pictured a native american or natives on land (that would eventually belong to the colonizers). you were good at your assigned job though and maybe you decided to stick around bc the rewards paid off. you didn’t HATE it, but you thought it could definitely be better. maybe you even saw the colonizers having fun, observing their clothes and how in high spirits they would be when they partied or had celebrations at night, and wondered “what’s really out there?” i also thought about tinkerbell for some reason. if you haven’t seen tinkerbell movies or at least this specific one- i think it’s the opening part (can’t be too sure tho) but she’s born and everyone kinda stands around in a circle. she gets a bunch of choices- what kind of fairy she’s going to be and work as—her “talent” essentially - and so there’s shit like working with water, working with animals, with air, making pixie dust, etc. there’s one that she skipped over bc it didn’t look interesting, and it was a hammer to represent “tinkering,” aka building/crafting a bunch of things. when she finishes choosing, the hammer ended up choosing her—not the other talents—and so she was like “ah damn i didn’t want this one tho…😔 *some grimacing here n there*”. throughout the movie, she’s in denial the whole time that she’s good at it, just bc the job is too limiting to her (ex: not being able to go to the “main land” i think was the name, where people/humans are) and she wants to go out there and be able to explore. as the movie progresses- i actually don’t know if it’s that one or the next one, but she rebels and builds a bunch of shit, brews up a plan to escape and somehow join the fairies that CAN go to the main land during a certain season.

so i felt the need to write that down for you bc your cards show a very similar theme happening: being extremely skilled in what you do, but you don’t feel that great in your environment, so there’s a calling- a need to leave and explore what’s out there. eventually you do! the cards actually end there with the world card in upright- you feel fulfilled, free, you’re going out to explore the world, or an insanely big chapter of your life has concluded- either way, the cycle is complete. so in my personal interpretation, you probably waited for the right moment, before you jumped ship—or jumped ON a ship—to get tf out of your situation/environment. i just had pocahontas show up, so feathers or wings could be something as well. if not, you probably worked in a colony and very closely to animals or things that could fly/use air travel.

ok some advice would you to reflect on what it means to be intuitive. question it and sit with it, look within and verbally define it out loud to yourself. what does it mean to be intuitive? then being open to receiving love and giving love. be comfortable with accepting it towards yourself and don’t focus on criticism. there’s probably a lot of things going on but if you could narrow and pin down your inner voice and have more trust in yourself, that’d also be great! take your battles head on! have more trust in the universe even if you are afraid. be upfront and confrontational with what you’re looking for in your craft and make it so that it’s yours. channel any kind of aggression or aggressive energy into fuel for reflection and looking deeper within. speak up for what you believe in. and also choose wisely what battles you’d want to get involved in. sometimes, you don’t need to put your energy into trivial things. just let it be and let it flow on its own….stillness, sacred, serene…

that’s all i have for you FF! thank you for asking such thoughtful questions haha you made me think a bit 😸

[tacticalhimbo]

— OC TAG GAME

i was tagged by @detectivelokis to fill out this fun little oc meme! thank you very much 💕 i loved reading abt all your girlies!

i'll tag @ladysanjo , @vendettapandav (or if ya wanna do this on your rp blog, @vendettamuses ), and anybody else who wants to do this! my mind is blanking skdjdkd

FAVORITE OC -> VINCENT HALE

Yep. It's him. He has his own tag ffs. But for real, he's one of my most complex characters. I will admit he totally started off as a self-insert, but he's evolved into such a character. He's got strong convictions, he has flaws (boy, does he have them), he has this whole identity crisis and kinda redemption arc…. Man. I love Vinny.

OLDEST OC -> ROMAN ZEMLIN

I wasn't sure about this one so I went with the character I think is the oldest! I mean, I made him in high school. Maybe 2016 or 2017? Anyway, he's what got me into writing (real ones will remember the Wattpad days 💀), and he's been through so many revamps over the years. He's a bastard hitman and I love him very much.

NEWEST OC -> JUSTICE MARLOWE

This character is a WIP still, but she's another Destiny 2 character! I wanted to experiment with the different classes, so she's a Voidwalker Warlock. Not quite sure what her story is yet, but the concept is brewing!

MEANEST OC -> CONSTANCE FOX

OOO this one was hard but out of all of them? Constance. My Umbrella bastard. She's very much a believer in what Umbrella was doing and man, she'd do anything to re-establish the corporation and its experiments. Have said this before and will say it again, her villainy stems from a dangerous manifestation of apathy, one where it does not matter what happens to others, so as “nothing will come of the circumstances”. The way she clings to Umbrella/Neo-Umbrella is a desperate attempt to have control over said circumstances no matter the cost. She's a bastard through and through.

SOFTEST OC -> NADINE KRAUSE

Easiest choice on this list. She's just so babygirl. She couldn't hurt a fly. She's sensitive, optimistic, always cheerful, and she just wants the best for everyone. Not to mention, she has the softest aesthetics of my characters too. Lots of bright/pastel colors and high femme fashion.

MOST ALOOF/STANDOFF-ISH OC -> VALERIYA KHORKIN

Ah, Roman's sister that he has no idea about. She's been trained to be an effective killing machine, and a lot of her personality has been buried with the "loss" (separation) of her childhood lover, Lucas. She doesn't get close to people as a result of her career and her general background. The orphanage was god awful, Lucas saved her after she aged out, and then she lost him. So. Very much side-eyeing everyone.

SMARTEST OC -> LAVERNE ALBA

This one was hard to pick because there's a lot that could fit the bill, especially when it's broken down to different types of knowledge, but I'd probably have to say Laverne. She might not have formal education, but she's running a multi-million (if not billion) dollar financial corporation AND a whole criminal enterprise! This bitch knows what she's doing.

DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC -> SCOTT RYDER

I could pick Vinny again BUT I'm gonna pick Scott, my Ryder. He has no idea what's going on at any given moment, and he's expected to save Andromeda?? He can barely give a presentation in front of a small group without feeling the need to hurl, and the Initiative only taught him so much before putting him on glorified mall-cop duty. So. Dumb boy ♡

OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL -> BAILEY HILL

Her vibes are just… so cool. She's definitely one of the girls I'd be afraid of at first because she seems too cool, but we'd find some obscure thing to bond over (and I can confidently say it'd be Fortnite of all things 💀) and then we'd be besties. She's chaotic. She's smart. She's badass. She's just. So cool???

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omg pls share your thoughts on rule of wolves!!!! i loved the first one of the duology and think the second wasn’t as good

ah excellent, time to rant!! hehe

Craft-wise, this book is brimming with plot. There are too many events and plot elements taking place that the narration tries to cram everything in without giving some important scenes time to breathe. This flattens everything--trivial and significant events, both get a small number of pages so nothing stands out. Way too many perspectives, just a convoluted story.

Secondly, chapters are either internal monologue or fast paced dialogue, and it gets tiresome. Also, everyone has the same snarky type of humour, which also gets tiresome. And is bad characterisation.

Thirdly, and here people might disagree but this is me, I hated the relentless decency from everyone. Bardugo's first trilogy featured the Speshul Girl with magic powers who goes to the magic academy and all the girls hated her and were jealous and nasty towards her. So she compensated now by having them ALL be lovey-dovey with each other. Not just female friends, but also couples. They never bicker, or argue, or snap at each other, even under very stressful circumstances. I've seen A LOT of similar character relationships recently, mostly from US authors, and it frustrates the hell out of me, because it's just not realistic in any way. (if anyone comes at me, saying that "oh you're asking for realism in a story with magic" I'll bite you. Real human emotions aren't reserved only for stories set in the real world ffs.)

I don't know if you get what I mean, but this kind of writing feels very flat to me. They're all pals. Everyone cares for each other and hugs them. Even the Darkling is decent, and he's like the big baddie.

I get bored of guns, and I hate fantasy stories with guns.

A bit spoilery: They're preparing for war, creating rockets or whatever, and the good guys are wringing their hands "oh these will kill so many innocents!". What did you think war was? Perhaps people who have no idea what it means for their nation to have faced actual invasion and mass murder in the last century or two, can stop writing about war? Just a thought.

In short, I disliked the lack of nuance, the flat characterisation, the crammed plot. What did you think? Why didn't you like it?