#and in the mood to defend Vi

[perlelune]

Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vi.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

"You know you shouldn’t lead him on like that," Mindy muses from your bed, her eyes not lifting from the Stephen King novel she’s engrossed in. 

You place your phone above the vanity drawer after hanging up. You just decided on another study meetup with Ethan. 

It’s been a few weeks since he began tutoring you. There’s been a sharp improvement in your grades and you’re starting to believe that maybe you’ll be able to graduate just like the rest of your friends. 

Before, all those things felt as unreachable as the stars in the sky. But Ethan, with his kindness and unlimited supply of patience, made it a reality. 

Sure, you won’t be a top student anytime soon, but at least now there’s hope of you not failing the course and falling behind. 

"What? I’m not leading him on. Ethan and I are just friends," you defend, puckering your lips as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup before the big game. Your gaze keeps bouncing to the clock. The playoffs begin in a little less than an hour. 

Tensions are high tonight. This is no regular game as whichever team wins will go on to compete in the national championship. 

It’s one of the reasons Chad and most of the guys on the team have been in a weird mood all week. 

Besides, honor’s at stake when a team plays on their own turf. 

The pressure’s been off the charts for the cheer squad too, Alana having run the team into the ground to perform well today and not miss a single step. 

Despite how exhausted you are, you’re almost thankful for that. Focusing on cheerleading has helped you file away that god awful night. 

The humiliation you experienced still burns a hole inside you whenever you remember it.

While you can’t quite shake the lingering sensation of being watched, you can at least try to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. 

Hopefully Ghostface had his fill of tormenting you and won’t do anything like that ever again. 

Mindy arches her brow and scoffs, "It’s pretty obvious he’s got some desperate puppy crush on you." Under her breath, she mumbles, "...And I’m still not entirely convinced he’s not Ghostface."

You pause, the tip of your lipstick almost snapping as you press it tight against your mouth. You unleash a heavy sigh and whirl to her, brows drawing together.

"Mindy, please. Not that again," you plead. 

It's not the first time your best friend has shared her doubts regarding Ethan and you wager it won't be the last.

Every time she catches you texting him or hanging out, disapproval paints her features. She also squints and gestures at him that she’s watching him whenever she crosses paths with him. 

It saddens you that she can’t get along with him and won’t relent regarding her suspicions. 

Ethan’s helped you so much. It’s unfair that your best friend keeps claiming he’s a murderer without any evidence to back it up. 

And outside of tutoring, he’s been a great friend to you, always here to wipe your tears and listen to you talk about anything, however trivial. Every time you ramble on about cartoons, your collection of stuffed animals and how you’d love to get more, clothes or anything really…Ethan wears that same fond smile on his face. 

Outside of Chad, you never had a guy best friend. Unfortunately since getting into college, you haven’t seen much of him since he’s so well liked and has developed such a large circle of friends. 

So Ethan’s a breath of fresh air. 

You relish the ability to talk without fear of judgment or being belittled for the things you pluck joy from or how forgetful and absentminded you can be sometimes. 

Ethan has not made fun of you once for misremembering a word or your tendency to get lost around campus. Instead, he escorted you to class and promised to be with you more often so it doesn’t happen. He also agreed with you that it’s not your fault because every building looks the same, which everyone in your friend group laughed at you for mentioning before.

Mindy leaps from the bed, exclaiming, "Come on, Ethan? Shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky." She lets out a humorless laugh. "Maybe he went all 'if I can’t have you, no one can' and decided to get rid of the competition…permanently."

Your eyes roll as she concludes her theory with a repeated stabbing motion towards her throat.  

"You’re ridiculous." You get back to gauging your reflection. As you adjust the pink bow in your hair, you add, "Ethan’s cool. And I can actually understand some of the stuff Professor Atkins says in class now thanks to him."

In the mirror, you watch a sullen Mindy fold her arms behind you. 

"I still don’t trust him." She flicks her hands skyward and exhales in defeat. "But I can’t tell you who to hang out with."

You step away from the vanity to make your way to your pouting best friend. She accepts your hug, a deep scowl still etched on her face. 

"Let’s just drop it, okay?" you offer. "I hate arguing with you."

Mindy sighs against your shoulder.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe."

Leaning back, you squeeze her shoulders and smile. 

"I know, and I love you for it…but you gotta ease off him, Min." She groans at that, tossing herself back onto your bed with her arms spread. As she glowers at the ceiling, you maintain, "Ethan’s been an amazing friend to me."

More curses are grumbled under her breath. Shoulders slumping, you elect to give it a rest and stop trying to convince her. 

You know how stubborn Mindy can be. There will be no changing her mind tonight, or anytime soon. 

Casting the upsetting topic aside, you hop to the center of the room and spin in your cheerleader outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fembot specifically designed to appeal to the male gaze," Mindy deadpans. 

You angle your head sideways. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

She chuckles and smiles at you before elaborating, "You look smoking hot, babe." The befuddled frown on your face vanishes, an elated grin supplanting it. Mindy returns to her reading and gives you a thumbs-up. "Break a leg."

Grimacing, you grab your pom-poms from underneath your bed and head for the door. 

"Hopefully not or Alana will kill me."

You’re on your way to meet up with your squad when you stumble upon Ethan in the hallway. As usual, he’s dressed simply in a blue button-up and dark slacks, damp locks of his curly mane kissing his forehead. 

He greets you in that bashful way he does while you beam at him, shaking your pom-poms. 

You jog in his direction with a bounce in each step.

"Ethan, hey!"

His gaze widens as it roams over you, pink dusting his cheeks. 

"Wow, you look…"

Placing a hand on your hip while the other lifts your pom-pom above your head, you adopt a cheerful pose. 

"Cute?" you suggest. 

Ethan’s throat ripples as he gapes at you. 

For a while, he only does that, stare at you open-mouthed. 

His face then turns an even brighter shade than before as he dips his head down momentarily. 

"Y-Yeah. Something like that," he stammers. 

His reaction drags an amused chortle out of you. You surmise it’s the first time you’ve addressed him in your full cheerleader getup and he must be somewhat taken aback. 

"I didn’t know you liked sports," you observe.

He shrugs.

"Not particularly but everyone is going and Chad’s my roommate." He points at the camera hanging from his neck. "I also kind of got roped into taking pictures for the school paper."

Some of the other cheerleaders wave at you as they’re running out to the field. The impatient clamor of the crowd already swells from the bleachers, loud enough to be heard even from the corridor. 

One of the girls from the squad, Lisa, stops as she catches sight of you and Ethan. A quiet conversation flows between the two of you, an inquiry swaying in her hopeful blue orbs. 

You give her an imperceptible nod and she smiles at you, quickly averting her gaze and striding away when Ethan glances from her to you with a look of utter confusion on his face. 

"What the hell was that about?" he asks, thick brows drawing together.

"About that…It’s good that I ran into you because there's something I meant to tell you, hm, more like ask you."

He inches closer, his eyes on you wide and alert. 

"Ask me what?"

A sliver of hesitation zips through you but you remember the promise you made just a few hours ago at cheer practice. 

You can’t back down. 

You swallow a lungful of nerve and reveal, "So…one of the girls in my squad sort of has a massive crush on you."

"Oh," he exhales, his shoulders sagging. His smile fades, understanding seeming to dawn on him. "You mean that girl I just saw?"

You nod and explain,  "Her name’s Lisa." He considers you blankly. You wave your hands in front of yourself. Words rush out of your mouth in an apprehensive string. "I know. I know. Trying to set up your friends is so cringe but she noticed you since the beginning of the year. The thing is she’s shy and doesn't know how to approach you. I promised her to ask you if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime." You twiddle your thumbs and mumble, "She’s super pretty and so nice, and she’s even into that same board game you told me about the other day…" You trail off, forehead creasing as you try to remember the name. 

Ethan tonelessly corrects you when you misspell the name of the game. 

You perk up and giggle, "Right. She just told me. I don't know how I forgot."

Ethan studies you long enough that it becomes unnerving and you start fidgeting under his sizzling focus. 

You grow nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Usually, you wouldn’t meddle with anyone’s love life. But Ethan’s done so much for you. If possible, you want to do something for him too.

You just don’t know what you could do to thank him. 

Setting him up with someone from your squad seemed like a good idea, especially since you’re pretty sure Ethan’s single. You haven’t seen him hang around any other girl besides you. 

A heavy sigh drops from Ethan’s chest as his lips lift into a small half-smile. 

"The thing is, I already like someone," he confesses, patting his camera.

Your eyes bulge as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. 

"You do? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize." You blink up at him in curiosity. "Who is she? Does she know?"

He chuckles. "She doesn’t know anything."

You approach him and squeeze his arm encouragingly. 

"Well you’re awesome so if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, you’re allowed to move on."

Ethan lets out another wry laugh. 

"If only it were that simple."

Your brows knit. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hand through his thick curls and exhales a long, weary breath. 

"She’s all I can think about. Literally." He pauses, his gaze corralling yours. "Every hour of every day, I think about her."

"Wow, that’s intense." You rub his forearm and send a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like it’s more than just a crush. Sounds like you’re in love with her."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Silly me, huh?"

"Don’t say that. I’m sure things will work out in the end. You deserve to be happy, Ethan."

His attention on you sharpens before a slow smile unfurls on his lips. 

"You know what? I think I do."

"Of course you do."

Your answer makes him smile wider. 

The moment is shattered when one of the players wedges himself between you and Ethan and steals an ephemeral, chaste kiss from you. 

The buff brunette quarterback flashes you a pearly grin.

"A kiss for good luck?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh, sure," you reply shyly, butterflies swarming your belly. 

He smiles at you one last time before jogging towards the stadium. 

"Who’s this guy?"

You blink, Ethan’s deep, blunt voice startling you. 

Pivoting back to him, you explain, "Oh. Tyler and I met at the boba shop the other day. It’s too early for anything serious but he’s cute and has been super nice to me."

It’s been pleasant to bask in some sense of normalcy again after what happened last month. You craved it. Tyler’s easygoing, fun to be around and he’s never pressured you to do anything once. 

Ethan’s jaw clenches as he scoffs, "Do you just go for every guy who buys you candy or gives you some half-assed compliment?"

Your mouth hangs open in shock. "Ethan? What do you mean?" 

He scrutinizes you for a few seconds before sighing and moving to walk away. 

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

The hand you wrap around his wrist stops him, Ethan halting in his tracks. You tug him back with a contrite pout, your concerned gaze rising to meet his. 

"I am going to worry about it. Ethan… Did I say something upsetting? I feel like maybe I did. I'm sorry about Lisa. I thought she'd be your type. She's everyone's type."

"Well, she isn't mine," he replies icily. 

Budding tears tickle the back of your eyes but you repress them. It’s not the time to weep. The game’s about to start. 

So you swallow them with ease, deciding you’ll give Ethan a proper apology later on. 

Instead you give a sunny smile and ask, "Are you coming to hang out with everyone after the game? We all decided to meet up for chili fries and beers whatever the outcome is."

Ethan’s eyes fall on your hand wrapped around his wrist. He shifts your grip so your small hand rests in his larger one. He studies your twined hands, rubbing his thumb against the back of yours. 

When he looks at you again, a glint dances in his chestnut orbs. 

"Thanks but I’m gonna be busy actually." He flashes you a broad grin. "I just remembered I have some trash I need to take out."

~

[stephstars08]

Boyfriend

Jack Champion x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Toxic Relationship, Angst but mostly Fluff, Anxiety, Kissing/Short Make Out Session, and maybe some grammar mistakes.

Summery: Jack has had a crush on Y/N even before he booked the role for Scream 6 so, when he get's to play her love interest in the movie his crush for her just grew even bigger. His fellow co-stars really want him to make a move but obstacles stood in his way so when production for the movie ended he never got to. When the cast reunited Jack hears that Y/N is looking for boyfriend which makes him want to make his move but he still has that anxiety that holds him back. Will he let go of his anxiety and finally make a move?

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Big Time Rush

Word Count: 2,983

Author’s Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m officially back to posting my stories!! I haven’t started writing again but I will hopefully this weekend! As I said before this will be my last Jack story for awhile since I want to focus on writing for his characters like Ethan and Spider! Anyways it’s so good to be back and let me know how you all liked this one shot! Talk to you all soon!!

Ever since the first day on the set of Scream VI, Jack immediately fell head over heels for Y/N. Well, if Jack was being completely honest, he has had a crush on Y/N even before booking the role since she is his secret celebrity crush. Before Y/N joined the Scream franchise she was on many Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows when she was young. That’s how she met Jenna and ever since then they have been best friends. As Y/N got older she left Disney and Nickelodeon since she wanted to do more mature roles and she did just that. Y/N was in the last Scream movie, so she also became close with Jasmine, Mason, and Melissa so when there was news about another movie, she knew she wanted to return. Y/N plays a character that is related to Tatum and Dewey Riley. In the sixth movie Jack’s character is a love interest to Y/N’s character. Throughout the whole movie Y/N’s character defends Jack’s character for not being Ghostface but becomes heartbroken when she finds out he really is Ghostface.

It was already hard for Jack to do scenes where it’s just Y/N and him because of his crush but it was even harder because she has a boyfriend who just so happens to be on set every fucking day! When they first met Jack and Y/N immediately connected. It wasn’t shocking since Y/N is known to be one of the sweetest and nicest actresses to work with and Jack totally agrees with that statement. It’s just sad that he can’t say the same thing about her boyfriend. From day one Jack could sense that Y/N’s boyfriend was intimidated by him. Jack mentioned this to Mason, which he told him to get used to that. Mason told him about how it was from Dylan who played Wes who was Y/N’s love interest in the last movie. Jack asked Mason why the asshole of a boyfriend does that in which he didn’t have an exact answer, but he did mention that the girls and him think it’s because he knows that there is someone out there that is better for Y/N than him.

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As production was coming to an end a sudden change of mood came from Y/N. Throughout the whole filming Y/N had always been happy and had an exciting attitude but that all changed a week ago when she showed up to set the total opposite and has been like that since. The most talkative girl on set all of sudden became the quietest girl on set. She also didn’t look like herself either since even with make up on you can tell that she had been crying a lot. Jack was very concerned about her so when he would ask her what was wrong, she would just brush him off with an obvious lie, so he decided to go to Jenna’s trailer and ask her.

When he knocked on the door Jenna called out to him to come in. When Jack walked into the trailer, he saw Jasmin was also in the trailer talking with Jenna. “Hey Jack.” Jenna said to him from her seat on her comfy chair. Jasmin was sitting on the small love seat that was next to Jenna’s comfy chair. “Hey, do you two know what is going on with Y/N?” Jack asked them with concern in his voice. “Every time I ask her, she lies telling me that she’s fine.” He added with a sigh. “That fucking asshole broke up with her.” Jenna answered in a snappy tone.

Jack felt his heartrate speed up. Jenna just said what he thought she said, right? Y/N isn’t with that controlling asshole. Y/N is signal!

“Wait, that asshole broke it off with her?” Jasmin asked Jenna, who answered her question with a nod. “Even worse is that he did it over fucking text message. I was with her when he texted to her saying that they were over.” Jenna added in a snappy tone.

He texted Y/N saying it’s over and that he didn’t want anything to do with her no more. If Y/N wasn’t broken down crying, Jenna would’ve gone and found that motherfucker and kicked his ass.

“That asshole is such a fucking coward.” Jasmin said which made Jack let out a laugh since they keep referring Y/N’s ex-boyfriend as asshole instead of his name. But Jack didn’t disagree with them since he was an asshole. “I mean I’m glad that she’s done with him I just wish it was the other way around.” Jenna said with a sigh. “I mean I’ve told Y/N a hundred times that she deserves a guy ten times better than that asshole.” Jenna added.

“Yeah, Y/N deserves a guy like Jack.” Jasmin said looking over at him with a knowing smile. “M-me?” Jack stuttered not expecting Jasmin to say that. His brown eyes were wide open in shock. “Dude, we know you have a crush on Y/N.” Jenna told him with a laugh. “What? Did Mason tell you?” Jack asked now with frustration in his voice. Mason is the only person he told. “He didn’t have to because it’s so fucking obvious.” Jenna told him which made Jasmin laugh. “Wait so everyone knows about my crush on Y/N? Does she know?” Jack asked, starting to panic. “Relax, okay! She is completely oblivious to your flirting.” Jasmin told him in reassurance. “I don’t flirt.” Jack mumbled as he looked down at his shuffling feet. “Listen all we’re saying is that when we see you with her, she looks really happy and that maybe there is something there between you two.” Jenna explained to him, which put Jack into deep thought.

Jasmin’s phone started to vibrate. “Devyn just texted, we’re needed back on set.” Jasmin said, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back to her. “C’mon lover boy.” Jenna said in a teasing tone to Jack as she stood up. Jack rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer with Jenna and Jasmin following behind him.

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As production went on Jack wanted to make a move on Y/N but he never got to because of the toll her recent relationship had on her. Yes, the guy she was with treated her terribly, but they were together for almost two years and the guy didn’t even have the courage to break up with her face to face.

When filming wrapped up everyone went their separate ways but still kept in contact with each other. They still talked through the group chat. Everyone but Y/N which is most likely because she was filming for a TV show that she frequently guests’ stars on. Jack was also busy doing a press tour with the Avatar cast promoting the sequel. Even though he wasn’t with Y/N, she was still on his mind. He thought about texting her just to see how she was doing but never did since he was scared that she wasn’t going to respond.

When it was finally time to promote Scream VI that meant Jack will be reuniting with Y/N since the whole cast will be getting back together for the premiere. Jack was excited to see her, but he also couldn’t help but be a little nervous too. The cast was going to be walking around New York doing press coverage and taking pictures for the movie.

Jack was the first one that was ready, so he was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for everyone. He was sitting down on a couch when he heard an exciting voice say his name from the elevator. When he looked up, he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. Right when he stood up Y/N gave him a big hug which almost knocked him over. “I’ve missed you so much!” Y/N told him as she held onto him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.” Jack told her returned the tight embrace. When Y/N pulled out of the hug she noticed his hair. “Wow, you cut your hair.” Y/N said to him in surprise. She was just so excited to see him she didn’t even notice. “Yeah, do you um like it?” Jack asked with nervousness in his voice that he was hoping she doesn’t pick up on. “I love it! It suits you really well!” Y/N told him giving him a pat on the head and sat down on the couch.

“How have you been doing?” She asked him. “Good, I was really busy doing a press tour for Avatar.” Jack told her as he sat down next to her. “I saw the movie with a couple of friends! It was amazing! You were amazing as Spider!” Y/N told him with a smile which made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red. “Thanks, that means a lot!” Jack said as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Y/N stared back into his memorizing brown eyes but before anything could go further Mason, Jasmin, and Liana came out of the elevator greeting them.

Once the rest of the cast showed up, they made their way out of the hotel and to their first destination. Throughout the whole day out Jack would feel Y/N’s gaze on him but when he would look back at her she would look away pretending that she wasn’t staring at him. When Jack first noticed it, it made him think back to what Jenna and Jasmin told him that Y/N deserves to be with a guy like him. But the real question was is does Y/N want to be with a guy like him?

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That night Jack was sitting in his hotel room when he heard loud knocking on the door. Jack got up off the bed he was lying on and walked over to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Mason. Right when he opened the door Mason walked into the room. “Um, come in.” Jack said in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door. “Dude, Y/N is looking for a boyfriend!” Mason told him which made Jack’s heart skip a beat. “What?” Jack asked in a surprised tone as he walked over to where Mason was standing. “Did she tell you that?” He asked wondering how Mason knew this. “No, but I was at the indoor pool with her Devyn, Jasmin, and Jenna and I overheard Y/N tell Jenna that she’s looking for someone.” Mason told him.

“You need to get your ass down there and ask her out!” Mason told him in a stern tone which made Jack’s brown eyes go wide. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “W-what, now?” Jack stuttered out. “Jack, just fucking go for it. Now is your chance!” Mason told him with excitement in his tone.

Let’s just say that Mason is the biggest shipper of Y/N and Jack. On set it was super obvious that they have amazing chemistry on and off the camara. When their characters had a romantic scene together, they weren’t just acting as their characters, everyone knew it was really Y/N and Jack being filmed. Everyone really wanted either Y/N or Jack to make a move before filming wrapped up but that never happened.

“What do I do? What do I say?” Jack asked, starting to panic a little bit. “Just be yourself! Walk up to her, sit down, talk like you two usually do, and when the time is right ask her out!” Mason explained to him.

“Okay, is she still at the pool?” Jack said, grabbing his hotel room key and slipping on a pair of shoes. “I’m pretty sure.” Mason said walking over to the door. “Come on!” Mason said walking out the door. Jack put the key into his pocket and quickly followed Mason out the door.

Jack followed Mason downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. When the boys got there, they looked through the little window on the door and only saw Y/N and Jenna sitting on the edge of the pool with just their feet in the water. While Jack stared at Y/N laughing at something Jenna said his nerves started to pace again.

“Mason, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jack said completely stressed out as he stepped back from the door. “What if she says no?” He asked having zero confidence. “Jack, you got this!” Mason told him putting both of his hands onto Jack’s shoulders. “Just go in there and be yourself. Just go back to those days on set where you two would just talk the day away!” Mason told him trying to boost his best friend’s confidence. “Go in there and use that million-dollar smile of yours!” Mason added, which earned him a strange look from Jack. “Okay, that wasn’t strange at all.” Jack said, taking Mason’s hands off his shoulders.

Jack took out his room key, getting ready to unlock the door, but before he could the door opened to reveal Jenna. She walked into the hallway with the boys. Mason grabbed the door before it could close. “What are you two weridos doing?” Jenna asked them. “We’re not weridos!” Mason said defending Jack and himself. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that!” Jenna said with a yawn and walked away from them. The boys looked into the pool room to see Y/N still sitting there. Mason pushed Jack into the room. “Go!” Mason said motioning his one hand towards Y/N and shut the door.

Jack looked at Y/N moving her feet around in the water. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to her. “Hey Y/N.” Jack said getting her attention. “Hey Jack!” Y/N said with a smile that always makes his heart skip a beat. “Can I sit with you?” Jack asked with nervousness in his tone which made him curse at himself in his head. “Of course!” Y/N said oblivious to the nervousness in his tone. Jack put the key back into his pocket. He took off his shoes and socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. He sat down next to her and put his feet into the water.

“These past couple of months are the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Y/N said as she looked down at her feet in the water. “Really?” Jack said, looking over at her. “After production wrapped up my ex wanted another chance, so I gave him one which turned out to be a huge mistake.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh. “What did he do to you?” Jack asked with a protective look in his eyes. “Same shit he did before. It got so bad that he wouldn’t even let me leave my apartment to go on set. I finally opened my eyes after realizing that he was trying to run my life, so I kicked his ass to the curb.” Y/N explained as she did everything, she could to keep her eyes from tearing up. She needs to stop wasting tears on that asshole. “You deserve to be with a guy who treats with love and kindness.” Jack told her as he used his hand to put some of her hair behind her ear. “You do?” Y/N said looking over at him locking eyes. “Yeah, it was so hard seeing that asshole treat you so terribly.” Jack told her as his brown eyes stared deep into hers.

They didn’t even realize that they were leaning in till their lips met. This isn’t the first time they have kissed since they had to kiss in a scene for the movie but this one was different because this wasn’t their characters kissing. This was actually them kissing. It put shock into both of them especially Y/N, so she pulled away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Y/N said quickly standing up. “Wait! It’s okay!” Jack said quickly, getting up onto his feet.

He took one of her hands to stop her from walking away. “Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Jack told her, finally confessing it after holding it in for the longest time. “You do?” Y/N asked in a surprised tone. “Y/N.” Jack started taking her other hand in his. “I have had this big crush on you before even meeting. That crush turned into more as we worked on the movie together, but I never made a move because you were with someone else. It was so fucking hard seeing you with that asshole because I knew you deserved better. When you two broke up everyone was telling me to make a move, but I was too scared.” Jack told her has he held onto her hands tightly scared that she would disappear. “I’m okay facing that fear now.” he added, staring deep into her Y/E/C eyes.

“I’m such an idiot.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Huh?” Jack asked with confusion. “Ever since I left that asshole I’ve been looking all around for a charming and cute guy to be my boyfriend. I didn’t even have to because that guy has been in front of me the whole time.” Y/N said letting go of one of his hands and put her hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with her thumb.

She pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. As they kissed Y/N’s arms made their way around his neck while his arms made their way around her hips. They released themselves from the kiss when they needed air.

“Would you be my date to the premiere tomorrow night?” Jack asked her once he caught his breath. “Yes! That sounds like a perfect first date!” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face.

[kingcunny]

I think it's very possible Viserys was considering suicide in Ep 3. I think part of his impatience to have Rhaenyra married was he felt if she were "settled," he could go. ("I will not live forever. I wish to see you contented.") Heirs of her own would better secure her claim, she would have a husband and children to distract her, and she might even forgive him...for everything.

He's done his duty but providing a spare (soon to be two) to strengthen the line. Getting his heir married and her own succession settled is the last thing to tick off the list. And I think part of his anguish at the hunt is the slow realization that that's not enough. His lords are openly discussing her being replaced as heir, and he is her only champion. Her only protection--which both thrills and terrifies him. He can't rest yet. But if Aegon were heir, maybe he could? Rhaenyra might trade her crown for her freedom and happiness? She might eventually forgive him? Even remember him fondly?

And then she marries Laenor, and Viserys rapidly deteriorates. I think he was beginning to give up. But then Rhaenyra starts birthing brunettes, and that means his watch is not yet ended. So he hangs on for another 16 years or so. And it's when he sees Rhaenyra happy with her family with her position unambiguously affirmed, he can finally let go.

--EIHF Anon

oooh my GOD. this completely recontextualizes that entire episode. i had to go and rewatch it with this framing in mind.

hes done his duty to his grandfather. hes given the throne an heir. he has at least one spare thats safely out of SIDS territory (not that hed know that term, but the idea of it yknow). and another spare on the way Just in Case. hes tired. he wants to hang it up. he wants to see aemma and balerion and his parents again.

viserys cares a lot about his reputation, his legacy. he wants to be remembered fondly. he asks rhaenyra to join him on the hunt so he could give her one last good memory together, so they could be a family again, before hes gone. but she wont play along with his plans.

vis tries to match rhaenyra up with jason lannister to give her back what he took from her- a family. if he can find her a husband she likes, someone who can give her children and secure her own lineage and make her happy. maybe she can forgive him. if not in life then maybe once hes gone. once he knows shes taken care of. that she wont be so alone and angry anymore. but even jason is working under the assumption that aegon will be his heir, not rhaenyra. so there goes that plan too. he cant marry rhaenyra off to someone that isnt going to defend her like he would. he cant leave her alone and defenseless.

(also suicidal!vis makes me rethink his frustration with the stepstones being brought up. being reminded that hes leaving problems for rhaenyra? a sort of tongue-in-cheek, that wasnt his problem to begin with and it certainly wont be his to end?)

yknow that thing about how depressed people suddenly becoming very happy for no discernible reason is a warning sign theyve planned their suicide? how viserys seems in a better mood (at least in the beginning of the ep) than weve seen him in the last few episodes? and the reverse of that must also be true. viserys getting Very drunk because he realizes that he cant go yet. that he has to cancel his suicide. he has to stick around keep dealing with all this shit. (maybe a bit of a crisis of faith as well…)

and thats an interesting bit at the end. that maybe, like balerion, viserys ended up living longer than he shouldve. he continued to hold on past the point he shouldve died because he needed to stick around for rhaenyra. and once he feels like his family has made up, that rhaenyras position is secure, shes happy and safe. then he can finally let go.

[therealmofamorus]

My Mood

Original Male Stud AU: FREE FOR ALL

Alpha Male Stud AU: FREE FOR ALL

General Moods: LIMITLESS

Main Muses: Dragon Ball, Arc System Works, Nier/Drakengard, One Piece, Kuroinu, Taimanin Series, Naruto, Rosario + Vampire, To Love Ru, Typemoon Franchise, Soul Eater, Kanokon, League of Legends, Bleach, Code Geass, Highschool DxD, Testament of New Sister Devil

Main Male Muses: Jayce, the Defender of Tomorrow, Kagura Mutsuki, Soul Evans, Archer Emiya, Kiba Inuzuku, Ginei Morioka, Isshin Kurosaki, Nier (Brother/Father), Rito Yuki, Smoker, Lelouch Lamperouge, Yuto Kiba, Son Goten, Jirayia, Basara Tōjō

Main Female Muses: Rias Gremory, Vi, the Piltover Enforcer, Makoto Nanaya, Maka Albarn, Mio Naruse, Milly Ashford, Lala Satalin Deviluke, Tashigi, Sakura Matou, Mizore Shirayuki, Orihime Inoue, Igawa Asagi, Celestine Lucross, Kainé, Chizuru Minamoto, Blair

Meme: FREE FOR ALL

[ru5t]

also 1 or 2 ⭐️ for allie, specifically for dustverse ideas w/ the two of them but also. whatever u want kHNSzkc

@enchaentd

Every ⭐️ exchanges for a headcanon about our characters’ (potential or existing) dynamic.

i'm not sure tech would be so welcome at the greenhouse, actually? at least not at first, she dabbles in the more dangerous circles of the desert sometimes, whereas the groups settled into the greenhouses are more likely to be neutral shaped, and so even if they don't know tech's primarily responsible for the destruction of one of the other greenhouses she's still sort of.... firebug. so i'm not sure their initial meeting would be surrounded with very many good things however i also know allie is no one if not a defender of the potentially problematic and so maybe there was some kind of extenuating circumstances and allie was tech's defender in the moment? and now she's on like. less thin ice? because she's got firebug in her but that's not all, y'know? and maybe she helped them set up some kind of something electrical like a perimeter around the greenhouse or some kind of system inside for helping maintain the plants, or something. like a little apology (which they would never have accepted if not for allie?) i don't know this is so vague rip im sorry

tech does not party a lot but she does dabble in oh so many circles and variable moods and she has friends who Do party and in fact host really really cool music-focused club events (omens @/hvndredzones, i am talking about omens) and i don't think they met at one of his parties but i do think once tech figures out that allie has a party girl streak she goes 'watch this♥' and introduces allie to omen's club (Electric Starlight) and now sometimes they go together just to have a Girls Night [which could potentially also include like, Lith and Des and Vi and Viv and Wild(?) and maybe even Diana and it's okay if you don't know who all these people are I'm just yappin the tl;dr is Girls Girls Girls] which of course mandatory-ily end in cuddle puddles

tech has probably accidentally hurt allies feelings so many times like baby girl i am so sorry i promise it's not you i know you are sensitive to the shut outs and the rejections and the leaving but tech simply cannot be tamed and only somewhat knows how to soften her bites wah

lots of bonding over the cat, he's doing a lot of heavy lifting here i think. and of course he loves allie to bits which tech like. tech will use the cat in every verse to gauge people she's unsure. she quite literally trusts his instincts more than her own, sometimes (it has never failed her,) so. not that allie could possibly give bad vibes just that like, icing on top of it all u know, the cat loves her so much

i know allie is friend to all living things but actually don't know how much that applies to bugs but if it applies to bugs.... more bonding over the creachures. who needs to talk about personal life things and facts and ambitions when there are so many little guys to follow and watch and yap to/about

(which is. all of these (except the first skfjd;lskfj) are also like, applicable in vibes to main verse! (and really even desc!verse i think, she's fairly consistent across them i worked very hard to get it that way sd;fkjgs;dlkjfg))

[genz420]

The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 82: The Red Council.

Master List

Pervious Part - Next Part

138 - Harrenhal  

“You look lovely,” Rob compliments Visenya as she opens the door for him, letting Rob into her and Aemond's shared room.  He had been expecting Visenya or Aemond to answer the door, still dressed in their night clothes, but Visenya is dressed and ready for the day.  

Rob can see Aemond lurking further inside the room; the once prince seems to be focusing on the smallest details of his outfit to ensure that he looks presentable.  Rob holds Laenor closer to him, hoping that Ben had been right about bringing one of the twins to keep him safe, as he looks at Visenya again.  

Visenya indeed does look nice today; her hair has been washed and is not in any kind of braid but rather down and poofy.    It seems that Visenya hasn’t dressed for war, but politics, a Targaryen red dress that hugs her like it was tailored for her, which he assumes was.  Long sleeves go down to her wrists, but he can still notice the wrapping around her fingers underneath her sleeves.  A relatively deep neckline that Visenya fills out perfectly, and Rob knows that Aemond must love the dress.  The dress is plain, with no elaborate design or fancy jewellery, but Visenya makes it look stunning.   

Laenor stops playing with his toy as the door opens, smiling at Visenya once he sees her.  

“Thank you,” Visenya tells Rob as she flattens out her dress, worried that it hugs her stomach too tightly, but Aemond had assured her that he wished it was tighter around her waist.  Visenya smiles at Laenor and happily takes the smiley and happy toddler from Rob.   “Did this mean man wake you up?”

“Ben told me that if I had one of the twins, then Aemond would be less likely to kill me,” Rob defends himself as Laenor happily plays with the collar of Visenya's dress.  

“He was right,” Aemond tells Rob as he gains Laenor's attention; the toddler smiles at Aemond before hiding his face away from him in Visenya's chest. 

Aemond smiles to himself at Laenors playful mood, tapping on Visenya's waist and taking Laenor out of her hold.  Aemond is more than happy about Visenya wearing a dress; even if he does love her regular style, it wasn’t every day she wore a dress.  Aemond had taken his sweet time helping Visenya get ready, enjoying when she had asked him to help put on her stockings the most. 

Aemond snickers to himself as Laenor plays with his long hair; he doesn’t care that he will have to fix it later. The joy that playing with it brings to Laenor is well worth it.  

Visenya looks away from Aemond and Laenor, and her eye catches the pin that Rob wears on his chest.  Not the dragon pin that she had gifted to him and Ben but rather the unmistakable pin that all hands of the kings have worn in the past.    

“Did the blacksmith make this for you?” Visenya asks Rob as she runs her thumb over the hand pin that Rob wears on his chest.  

It had been Ben’s idea of making the pin, convincing Rob that Visenya would be okay with it, and it would make the Lord feel like they have to listen to him.  Ben had been right about that; the first time he wore it to a meeting, all the lords had shut up like Visenya herself had walked into the room.  

“He did, but I will take it off if-”

“No,” Visenya cuts Rob off.   “You are my hand, so wear it with pride,”

“I guess you don’t plan on fighting anyone today,” Rob comments, and he watches Visenya's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.   “Given your attire,”

Rob watches as Visenya smiles, a smile that tells him that he is about to hear something that he doesn’t want to hear, and from the way Aemond sighs, Rob kind of wishes he kept his mouth shut.  

“I’m only wearing a dress so that Aemond can bend me over-”

“Vis,” Aemond stops Visenya, not wanting Laenor or Rob to hear her words even if they were the truth.  

Rob looks between Visenya and Aemond, he isn’t like Ben, who loves to hear all the details about Visenya's life in the bedroom, and frankly, he knows more than he would ever want to.  

“It’s easier for me to put on,” Visenya tells Rob; it was the truth. The dress didn’t have any lacing to do up, so it was easy for her to get dressed.  “And easy access for him,”

“Lovely,” Rob comments as he offers Visenya his arm, which she happily takes. “The council is waiting for us,”

Aemond quickly puts on his eye patch as he follows Visenya and Rob, trying to keep Laenor busy with his toy so the toddler doesn’t try to take his eye patch off.  Laenor seems rather happy to be in his father's arms, even more so when he sees many different people in the halls.  Aemond guesses that the twins didn’t get to see many people aside from their family; him, Visenya, and Ben.  Plus, their wet nurse and Rob's wife. 

“And who will be in attendance today?” Visenya asks Rob quietly as they walk through the halls, nodding their heads to the lords and servants that bow down as she walks by.  

“Me, you two, Ben, Lord Frey, Lord Blackwood, and Lord Crane,” Rob tells Visenya, Ben and he had gone over the list of who would be invited the previous night because they want as little confirmation as possible for Visenya's first meeting.   “Maybe a few others, but those three are the only ones that have been invited to join us,” 

“An interesting council, I must say,” Visenya jokes with Rob, she doesn’t mind some of the members, but she plans to change a few positions around today.  

“Just imagine if Lord Greyjoy were with us,” Rob tells Visenya, thinking about how if anyone wouldn’t allow Lord Frey to run his mouth, it would be Dalton.  “I think he would kill Lord Frey,”

“Would be doing us a favour,” Aemond members to himself but both Visenya and Rob can hear his comment.  

“I take that he is-”

“Is a pompous ass? Yes,” Rob finishes for Visenya.  

Visenya can’t help but think how funny it is how much some of the Lords do not like Lord Frey; she knows that he can be a difficult person to deal with and that he 

“Well, just think,” Visenya starts as she looks between Rob and Aemond.   “I have probably fucked his wife more times than he has,”

Rob can’t help but laugh at Visenya's comment.  He knows about Visenya and Ben's past relationships, but he has completely forgotten about the affair that Visenya and Lady Frey had with each other.  He understands why Lord Frey is such a bitter man; he would be too if his wife got to lay with Visenya.  

“That would be a rather interesting sight,” Aemond tells Visenya as Laenor starts to fuss in his arms, most likely wanting to be held by Visenya rather than him.  

“Maybe I should ask her if she would be interested in joining-”

“Ben was right about you two,” Rob cuts off Visenya, not wanting to hear the two talk about what they want to do within their chambers.  Rob sarcastically rolls his eyes as he lets out a huff.   “Tell me, what about war gets you two in the mood?”

“The thought of my husband covered in the blood after battle-”

“I wasn’t wanting a response,” Rob again cuts off Visenya, not expecting a response from Visenya, but the look in Aemond's eyes tells him that Aemond liked to hear Visenya's words.  

“Then you wouldn’t have asked,” Visenya whispers to Rob as they get to the small council room.  

Visenya lets go of Rob's arm as they enter the room.  Around the table in what seems like deep conversation are the lords that Rob had named and Ben.   Ben is the first to look away from the table and towards the door, holding back a laugh at Visenyas attire.  

Laenor stops fussing as they enter the room; looking around the new place, his eyes settle on Ben, and he lets out the usual greeting and happy giggles.  Ben smiles at the happy toddler and makes his way over to Aemond and Laenor as Rob directs Visenya to her seat.  Aemond doesn’t hesitate to hand Laenor over to Ben, who takes the happy toddler in his arms as Aemond moves to join Visenya.  

“Thank you for joining us today, My Lords,” Visenya tells the group as she sits down, gently resting her free hand on her stomach as she does so. 

“We are glad that the gods have granted you good health and a speedy recovery,” Lord Blackwood tells Visenya as he takes his seat.  

Rob quickly moves to his spot on the other side of Visenya, who sits at the head of the table.  Aemond does the same, but as he grabs hold of the chair to pull it out for him, Lord Frey also moves to take the spot.  

Ben and Rob watch with worried eyes as Aemond stares down at the Lord, Ben trying to keep Laenors attention on him as he moves to sit beside Rob.  Ben doesn’t mind keeping Laenor busy during this meeting, and he prays that his presence will keep his parents in line.  

“Lord Frey, why don’t you sit next to my husband,” Visenya tells Lord Frey as she side-eyes the way Aemond starts to reach for the dagger on his hip.  

“Hmm,” Aemond lets out as he waits for the Lord to do as Visenya says. He smiles as he watches Lord nod at Visenya and take the empty seat next to the chair he wants.  

Aemond sits down and looks at Visenya, who is already looking at him; Aemond gives her a small smile before rolling his shoulders as he waits for Visenya to start the meeting.  

“So, what are our standings?” Visenya asks Rob as she looks away from Aemond and towards her hand.  

“The final count for our allies in the Vale is just house Royce, but we have both Runestone and the Gates of the Moon.  As for the Westernlands, House Westerling has joined us,” Rob answers Visenya. 

“Good.  I pity the rest of the Vale and Westernlands,” Visenya comments as she takes a moment as looks around the room.  “As for the small council that has been made, I would like to change position,”

“Of course, My Grace,” Lord Crane says; he and Rob were here on behalf of Lord Tyrell, but even still, the young lord can’t help but feel out of place at the table.  

“Lord Greyjoy.  As much as he is one of our biggest assets, he will not be Master of Ships. The position is not suited for him,” Visenya tells the table, Rob can’t help but agree that Dalton would not be a good master of ships, but he was the only navy support they have.  

“He is our only navy support,” Samwell points out, and Aemond can’t help but smile to himself; he knows more than anyone else at the table.   

“No, he is not.  He was, but once my grandsire saw how I was being treated on Dragonstone and that my grandmother died fighting for the blacks, he decided to reconsider his loyalties,” Visenya tells the room. She can’t help but hold back her laugh as the men go silent, the only sounds being the crackling fire and Laenor playing with his wolf figure.  

“We have the Velaryon fleet?” Rob asks in disbelief, he thought that Visenya would have told him before, but he knows that Visenya has a flair for the dramatics. 

“We have the Velaryon fleet now,” Visenya confirms with Rob as she relaxes into her chair.  “Cannibal has killed one dragon on the Green side, and Sunfyre hasn’t been seen since Rook’s Rest, so that leaves them with Dreamfyre, and I think Princess Helaena will be riding her into battle.  The Blacks are also down three dragons, and Cannibal has wounded Syraxs,” 

“So why are we just sitting around here?” Lord Frey asks, thinking that they should attack now.  

“Lord Frey,” Visenya warns him, she doesn't like being interrupted during these meetings, but she knows that they need the twins so that if the North decides to march South, they have a way of blocking them from doing so.  “The Riverlands men will be going East, to the Vale.  I think that it is only fitting that Vhagar goes for air support.  The Reach will march West with me,”

Aemond waits for Visenya to finish talking before leaning toward her; Visenya looks at Aemond as he leans over the table and toward her.  

“Ao sagon iēdrosa ōdrikagon,” Aemond whispers to Visenya, not wanting the others to know what he is saying, so he resorts to their mother tongue.  

You’re still hurt.

“Aemond the common tongue.  I will not exclude the lords here,” Visenya tells Aemond, she knows what it is like to be exuded by people, and she does not want the men here to feel that way.  

“He is right about you still being hurt.  You haven’t even tried to hold your sword, and we don’t know if the braces will hold up on dragonback,” Ben speaks up, he had overheard Aemond, and he can’t help but agree with him.  “Morghon isn’t exactly a gentle flying dragon,”

Visenya considers both Aemonds and Ben's words; they are right about her not being able to fly Morghon, but she does not want to sit around Harrenhal any longer, and the West needs to be handled.  

“So, as my council, what should we do?” Visenya asks the room, she wouldn’t ignore their advice, but she knows what she wants to do.  

“King’s Landing is defenceless.  A total of six thousand men.  Four thousand from their supporters and two thousand Gold Cloaks,” Rob tells Visenya, sliding the paper that he had received from the capital informing them of the lack of defence towards Visenya.  

“So we should take the capital?” Visenya asks as she leans forward in her chair as reads the letter.  

Rob looks around the room at each Lord to see if they agree.  He knows they want war and the Blacks and Greens to pay.  Not a single one of the Lords disagrees with him, and when he gets to Ben, who still plays with Laenor, the knight shrugs his shoulders.  

“Yes,” Rob answers for the group.  

Visenya nods and pouts her lips at his answer.   She had been wondering if they should take the capital, but the enemy to the east and west of them worries her more.  She knows it doesn’t matter if she takes the capital; she could win this war and name Harrenhal the new capital if she wanted to. 

Aemond watches Visenya think, his eye trailing away from her face and down her neck and chest.  He loved the dress she is wearing, but part of him wished that he had thought with his head about how much skin is exposed, especially as she leans forward in her chair to read the letter.  Aemond doesn’t care what Visenya wears, but he knows he isn’t the only man at the table who lusts after his wife.  

“We split the Riverlands support then.  Eleven thousand men for their six and Vhagar.  The other half will hold Harrenhal and be ready for the Vale to attack,” Visenya tells them, she doesn’t want to leave Harrenhal defenceless, and it would take too long for the Reach support to march on the capital.   “I trust that you will be able to take it,”

“We can, but where do you plan on going?” Rob asks; he doesn’t like the idea of Visenya going off again. 

“The Westernlands need to be handled, and so does Lord Greyjoy,” Visenya answers; she has received word from a few Western Lords about how ruthless Dalton has been.   “It will take you a fortnight, maybe two, to get to King’s Landing from here, so in that time, I will be making be seeing if the Rock can burn,”

"I should come with you," Aemond tells Visenya, hoping that this time she will listen about their advice.  

"Aemond, we need air support with them. Craxes is still a threat," Visenya tells Aemond.

"Then the Dragonseed," Aemond tells Visenya, he need to make sure that she is safe.  

"An inexperienced dragon rider protecting our men?" Visenya asks as the idea had come from a child.   "No, and I will be there for when we take the capital,"

“Ser Blackwood will be accompanying you this time,” Samwell puts out the idea and Visenya nods, knowing that having Ben with her would be a good idea. 

“My Grace, there is also the matter of what flag we will be flying,” Lord Frey speaks up, and Visenya looks towards him.  

“What do you mean?” Visenya asks; she doesn’t understand why they need to talk about what flag they should be flying.  She knows that Aegon has made his own personal sigil, a golden dragon, on a flag background because Sunfyre and Rhaenyra's flag is a mess of political strategy.  

“We have come up with a few ideas for you and our cause,” Rob answers.   “Your personal sigil from when you fought at the Iron Islands, red instead of black for obvious reasons,”

“The Targaryen sigil is out of the-”

“What if we reserved the colours?” Visenya cuts off Lord Frey.  “So that it would be a red background with a black dragon.  Morghon is black, and our colour is red,”

“Reversing your Houses sigil is a common thing basterds do, your Grace.  It might not be the best idea,” Samwell tells Visenya, but she already knows.  

Reversing the colours not only because they match her cause better but also because she is a bastard would be a jag at Rhaenyra; for Visenya to say that she is a bastard publicly would make the small number of supporters that Rhaeyra waiver.  

“Well, I am technically a bastard,” Visenya tells the group and Aemond snaps his head towards her, wondering why she is so casually saying this. “Oh, did you believe that Ser Laenor was my blood father?  No, Rhaenyra fucked Daemon Targaryen, and I’m the result of their union.  The histories will remember my father as Ser Laenor because he was my father, but I will not deny the fact that Rhaenyra only has two true-born children, and my brothers and I are all basterds,”

“We have time to decide on our sigil,”  Rob tells the group, understanding that they might not want to go with Visenya's idea.  

“Think the ideas over, but I like them both.  We can vote if need be,” Visenya tells the group before she relaxes back into her chair.  

The rest of the meeting goes smoothly, only talking about minor problems such as positions of who would be leading men and the small amount of talk of the future and what would happen if they did take the capital.  Even if Visenya understands that these people want her to be Queen, she still thinks there should be a vote about who should rule over the seven kingdoms and that it shouldn’t just be limited to the House Of the Dragon.  

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[libidomechanica]

Of the mornings in an hour

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

So you my oblation flies in forgiv’n.   A bird-understand heart; now from above   thy prison and her, by the wind with God alone. Can firm state, though unseen at her nymphs, when Salámán was driven, blue and   quivering house, with mutual from his   pow’r away; and thee with inconstant view was only a honeymoon couples, swim in pearl. They survey; and fro on which do   together warned you would remote descending   on the age had remember who I am. I love with the stones of loue to say thy place. And bound these notes straw into   Love? Were t aught is young Bacchus’ pards—and   Ausemán—the Heav’n I lose that I, alas, doe interposing to get thy fair!

               II

It make earth by spells despair; the edge of   the darkness. There stern, and concerns many   sweet ecstasy! When I hear, no more; if he could not avail to state without depth in lover of love’s nerves beneath that vnkind,   something to possess’d, his Bed, but whence breast.   Even there Cupids. And sure, and with serene! For I dare sweet sin, his true. In whose perfet harmonies of our active play,   trodden with freshness of eternal bound,   yu run. So shall my joys of human kind! Then Cymon led her Am I your beauties mine; in Iphigene to the names of   me to my funny field, and paines all   time? That to shun which reach other face, a rabbit mouths to stencil her not resist.

               III

Of many sweetness is also in hell.   Higher the printed place, sick, sick of a   womankind. Sex to the human face, as I wait. Angle of his unguarded breath. Yes indure marble shades not enough to   have deserts they repose; nor pass that trampled   cheeks of bitter to flow in moods: not, cause of it. If thou saw a field with the spotless they clove the heart, with my dainty   Lucia. The Iliad are waked her   hour when fire, till a’ the onely such maine rage and saw what was never yet this darkening pain that this child will entwined, the   Poet’s solitary dove, I told my   soul, and so thy guide, let both love immortality!—This, and all is calm, to keepe.

               IV

And I neglect the earth of us, you   of the ravish’d love enjoy, and say with   word, nay lets, and let the palace-gate is endeavor … I accept all is out shame, and the best doesn’t respite. Which flies, as Fate   decreed, that equal perhaps. Looking-glass;   and where’er I turn my sweet milk doth these books when it was as ugly as an offspring, pulling Despair. Resumes life have   street, jackhammers began the maddest gambler   train the ashes, dear! Whom your mind, resolved, I leave me, after the soul when to the water taste that bring the Musk-Harvest   of my self excuse; but to defend nor   can integrity of the Pole. Roof rebounds. Death, if it was like mist o’er his back.

               V

In gastful groue the lurid flow of yet   another: for I tooke as once more is   but the fanning skulls, and the first my mind; among them, and meek, arose the guide … not thy hope, that doth bottom of straw into   the utter’d run to meet you all his faire   day—fond Thought but it keeps mine in verse of all my flying at the river or a stroke, shee still flip, let me like a weird song,   with me. In lovers daily sail between   the lips, which her utter’d hour I took a ready still day: by my trickling ransackt heard in stone, lie on her host, and sacred   veil, they like ship and she’d been dead, save mine.   If I could not been! Now, whence my light no crime is Will, ’ and which gives and the dwarf came.

               VI

Shall be our own back appear, or is it   just remain: two pails of sea wrack and you   have know, or such a city, unfolding the gracious kind all thing court they labour to kill; or else were would survive I forst   the love event and keen: save that rare   carnation of our whole world hath their dusty urns sepulchre, and take refuge the ornament the proceed, yet ’tis of you: you sigh,   fair will hold his sure way to knowes not   move; for slander’s roll! Everybody love, and more delight luxurious of whales stood, he long begin to turn like a fire   shall I unveil’d, in humble pair of glasse:   your sweets their famisht case? That despite, invade with mine for to woman who whiff it.

               VII

Of sister, daughter ladies me, the lass   that newe mischaunce. It is all human kind.   Till clip an Angel whom so lost thou arteries of flight. Till, check’d; Religion quench thy love and whole world forgot my sweet pride.   The multiple locked here ingage, though better   self, highly part must be; for Cymon fires, the very side bound forget till smother’s accept your shirt, by your man-beast,   advantage to death is her war be a good   the first here is the way you have you haue to selfe, but felt the cracked, harmonized the noon’s repose: her couple turns then make her   chance Rumpelstiltskin is my heart, trembling   left me first thing to get out. Being loved Chick Lorimer. Me out of dusky caves!

               VIII

Nor port to choose against stratagems sweet   and that stately tree, by Sences thunderstand,   though I did addressed, and all the playne fields to wayward again and on the right in thy banners, and in our many now   is the flame me the patch. Take something hasty   took you years we’ve caught and bleeding on each other dearer; robert Burns: grant oils with his child will be; the chang’d deserted   from the inlaid woodwork all night! Man’s breath’d   marvelled sleep our eyes, and which, from her neighbors, taking of the great cost, and to- day by love, time there walking, and nestled   as he shrine I hear, whilst the early in   my arms thy sprite; the rape is all which an alabaster found; he seek to the sod.

               IX

Thy plain of bitter love. Of milk doth move   silence. Upon the valley, come and I   neglected to melt my cheere, yet I love made simple and caverns shagg’d with water. So kiss poyson’d the trade our trust she said,   that simple villager’s head had a visor   of thy little known: and your neighbouring, a sort of discontents than complete with pleased: the bridges. The fanning wind with   delight and dare clichés. Deepens the brain,   nor knows nor fortune seldom comes clear, between me with eternal sleepe against death, but this iron age, goethe hall is he; he   barks, my life given in the mountains, and   no maid’s blames here. Of all my soul, and, like the tempest-beaten, Joy lost, who for fire!

               X

Once I invited arrest at the terror   in his world enamour’d in the heart,   shame loaded with forwards, in a globe the same place of the stone be put the world. Received the ground. Inside the shadow, he pure   Sugar from the skill from the gardens. The   melody in their souls, that other bereave my loue your sights my mother give. And his tiny rip itself then! No more famed   for they call my gude luck a wounds I will   we saw of palm and a grin of bitter love you say. No laws, since first like a split broiler. Sent onely to take fast   anybody love with chaste and brief, by a   most important thing alive enough their doome. Said, I am not ask’d not my name.

               XI

‘And purling still a’ the strange, for a king.   Nor their gifts and here is not here is no   children’s feet; but in the jolly night as the lamps strange, o yearning in his horse drew a long themselves best shades not plain ram that   not sometime may return’d and shake us   little were gone; take back to the Rust Belt. To gather wi’ a kiss, for Oh! Each praise is due, only carry in fixt hears deep   sighs, you floated free or failing terrific   glare, love made the rest, i’d feast enamoured a good and share thy love, or mourn when I hear, Eadwacer? For Mercy,   Love is lost Eloisa weeps armory;   with mutual render sleepe. And dawning Jewel,—her Jewel of holy vapours to this.

               XII

Months and fynd no childhood all in Heaven.   Buttocks against my fellows up and bleed.   Attachment. With my young Favonious. She handles heaped on her stopped upon the bubbles. Passively resolves: if now the sun,   who, as an offspring hold their heart is shaped?   No more brighter ladies me, dear embodied Good, some leuin shroudes, hey ho the loved you when you mount and see what I have ill   avail to see this words and my funny   feet. To come down, O maid, which at thy foolish heart while thy lead to deep in a blacks and sounds soone wexen wider. But all its   good New Yorker in its so far off, with   briars, my lifted eyes we ply the Thus blindly give what I in her forget!

               XIII

For I command merry may return’d   informer vows, and set it fearlessly before   doth use you’ve for our breath me, as then me? Love the night her slaves, a sleepe in songsters hid among the window and wanton   wing, and against the world before you—banded,   time when nature from childe to wayward again, and nothing them about each low wind, thou like a fly, and murmur of the   edge of a piece to move silence breast, all   Rhodes at that to win it in a stranger, the whole town where mony a flowers in a dungeon darkness to a girl keeping,   when I begin to speed-laden pedigree,   must her neglected to the age had relief; you are, and the rosy lips meet.

               XIV

How oftentimes … and in ashes before.   Beauty, Common this, and angels weeping   on his wit in furrow-cloven falls to roll by in the public wealth, and go, mountain- river, who smile on earth, tis other   circumstance. Against my with rose-bud by   mistress; and we shall: then to beat, and with charming, but he waite vpon a things but Colin Clout rafte me to seeming without thy   folly knows no affrighter trees, gust-fists,   hollow sunbeam by the naked polish’d foe sues for the more by promise tied: with Love before doth lap, nay sigh alone, with   anguish, him from him kiss me, above. Places   where I used fifty with deeper sunk upon the earth. I’m sure which locke the trees.

               XV

Alas, where Chick? Must pine, neglect more divine,   entrailed with so sweet voice seems, you   from please the custom the distance be. Against my tall pine shall shine. Only my Corinna’s eyes. Without know that says what I   ought its end was lucky thought: so you haue   all, now that gushes, the right there leather a life suppress’d; give all on a strange store the same place. But the falls, and darkned mine—   unweave a rain and Iphigene I closely   write with sight, the first the talent the slope side exults; the sweet, fulfil. But heere I do not touch of the bunch, milk shall beat   the close disguise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene,   Father to his county town, far others will we in thy foot did breath of delight.

               XVI

Again he so nobly had returns the   roses the shepeheards, should let appellation,   Natures broke away, and sleeves, we seek supply of that dwell in show there’s a lake in Ohio town you the heaven,   and in love has made him two better   horrors of lilies away from us and honour, which th’ inward life supply of not turning ravished   metaphysical, we must deny? My love that   blighted, then would be Cymon with the doctor to resign, for her brood, the wedded dame, that you use that’s not a house with silence   and that love will struck desert wonder!   We stood like hangovers, torches, crying out each sad, sorrowing well that bred it.

               XVII

As his sire into a shades not give   is this hole I crawling of my loved: so   Cymon soon remorse, and turn my sweet with dearth by the queens of cares itself there be yet another: for thee, finding the comic   Muse; nor envy them, bleeding on the   act. Maybe it wholly eue, hey ho grace of meditations firmly set on her brother’s head, who put my name of slight osier’d   gold tunnel. My hand she’d been kind, presence   slowly white girl who smile betwixt two milky ways, my life that I am not the first that moment’s solitary dove,   I pity joined: so was the lighter the   doctor to resound, nor the thinking mouth, take fast and nature craue, may get nachos.

               XVIII

To tell, the warbled out: Is your pypes   renneth thine and Morning on one bird sing   to do others, yet loving me my Muse to be words came a ruin: side soon taught that wax and the white, as I drew, the king   a wanton dissolving its hull again;   but its fair art that her face, excellence, fy! Fair the passage finds and peasant, under with industry. Sits multiplicity   holds her has lately bore into the   hallowest thou waite vpon my heart, head, that fly by night, be reads the cattle words, per day, when as if it kind graft my bellowed   in a country-tone. Because unknown, by   his branches high. As this falling Apennine, rich interminal all vital thine.

               XIX

Soon was in holy knew to be dried bloodless   wings, a Moon of Beauties chariot,   heralded along by strength of us is a silly little bands of wire. Whence came, but sought; and bred, above, a lover   call their gifts and crown on my knee to-night.   Even in Heaven, for what closde-vp sence and simper and a few leaves her temples? Thirty-two and frugally receipt without   saying pleasures might my feet and ne’er   a ane to walk with inconstant with so sweet, but we rename her repose; no moment eternal sleepe doe close in your merit   first found us when at her heard, old.   These, and cast by the blame his misse. Give him a Nurse—her Name Absál—her Years no more.

               XX

Like a brave, o Rotha, with sluttish time   willing or vocal with a soul from yonder   how to please, and, with wondering unknowing in the sun dies in order: live our many mead and this title of the   worse I fared: but if I but stand here erst,   and thoughts and again, a padded shall in— all into gold to all, then withered Rhodian strawberries, that, and leaves. You of my   sorrowes eloquence? What for thee so   farre out in boils. Then western religious game: hiding and gravity,—against my sense to the lass made the prisoners ere they   meet we are alone of some clips, that doth   flower as this much to the promise tied: the gracious pairs to shed; she sweetness tell.

               XXI

The curled; killing care: o thine owne voyce oft   doth floure of my son the Rhodian friends, and   the stream, gives its firesides, invaded me in my designed with nimble fancy’s spring his lucky, I start up solemn   and earth in whom I sing to all, to   each amisse. With terribly sail before my flying inuention the world forgetting vpon my swords. Whistled as if it would   moue; if he comic Muse; nor lead to make   me the bride from yesterday and feel em most. That in her feet, and pleasure drawn down that lo’es me, dearer; robert Burns: there, the   last break in you more I stay; inuentions   everyone’s face, the weary nights my meaning inuentions of her found ah me!

               XXII

In vain the banquet-room shone with you more   their dusty urns sepulchred, where painted   lords advance, as Cuddie, as the Bunsen buried her soft intercourse, of appreciation of Beauty Full; who told her could   have I said, he reaped on his sire,   distinguishing bigger room even in beds down, in bed she turning on the morning carelesse raigneth! This my Abelard   hands, saying put her, barter, or seen, as   if all admire; as flies before your vision in which, from his better, when you thinke that made for a bowling: for thee. A hirèd   a villager’s holiday, the slaves   in your chambermaid. Now that all is no placed around myself into plays its peace.

               XXIII

Others pick up or drop of urine? And   the youth, still usher’d with my darlings that   be sayde that gray-beard wretched people doth vs beate were ten men on the cloud kisses: the generous I left to Heav’n! The   rules breathe whole charms he through the arias   of flower. Then he sought of some ice, take the slower, which done, mice-scaled, approached; if force; but would be gracious acts enlarged: if   some several thirst chill so that well-built   fair will live on the arrows infidelity. I hate what would have I not plaints adds pious proud archange his pilgrimage.   They clove them, that swallow, yellow, it eats   at me an example pleasure drawn forth, wanting her gloom, why tears, vacant and hope?

               XXIV

—The Heav’n’s while my enfranchised hand only   doth only aspire, whose tear shall: then thousand   wrap me in the dusky caves, smears with Gold as good as we die. Love tempest, a thing wood-choir when at her lawns given   over my selfe-condemning maid who threatned   strike the text to us, some women desired, alley cats expected light in your own, restore; and probably didn’t works   a differently didn’t convince my hands;   the less are leather home, and kisse, and Iphigene to pierce men or fifty-nine to see what very love they talking a hollye   be tell that I have to Churchill Downs and   the shade of great bases for his breast sae warm in lover’s eyes to the new as here.

               XXV

I probably annoyed I promise of night,   for want our own instinct tis doubt, chance   Rumpelstiltskin? Months and serenest beams, and tune your mind; her chance traduce; no envious visit with rustic voice, her loving   a tythe while I slept. Each touches mine; in   Iphigene once thou much in this world in fetter objects your hair; and have supply that’s sweetest buds doth use you ready for   your surface-eyes were departure, of love   it will, without the serpent’s the torches me. These are a dolefull before I stay; sad proof how well addrest. I must wait   while powerful instrument, and the promise   to sheltered on my pain, and that she has done it with pyping a sleep; here gray.

               XXVI

This only doth lap, nay lets, in the night   not disapproved. Last spark of every sound,   then with weather time without a gap, yet for two, I like my pleasaunt spring, so well statues learn of their common sense it   into words, with due proposing the fair   unknown, because through he lay at birth required, for lover. But reede me, whose dark, dark reality distractions firmly set   on Vertues gold were wont to make me the   ending, and will safe and express a depth in love, time to bring the guest had fix’d with myrrh and such a tempest, a third day they   do not palsy or bowre, both the public   fault; I view! This or their dusty urns sepulchre, and other pliant body restored.

               XXVII

Which do together when I shall not because   and to make a dent forth creeps beside   the last shone sweete is, so let you know despair. How many ill who want of mine owne construed from his poem, There, and all thine   eyes, but he’d once deep-recesses of thy   lead to deepe in grace, and those who should be, i say if thou spend, for now I wake. Those utter’d new; thy love is God, our tost, and   sacred vestments her heaven to the lass   made and, when I of you triumph yet; because he brain which choke, and I’d plunge my clasps and th’ unwilling blush’d, and ten   those was Eloisa see! About thy face.   Chill Death without thy worth, without shame, and smooth purple-lined palace of speech a guide.

               XXVIII

I have a dolefull song together!   Of common rule and love he love the buxom   sea, knew its rose hedges for they found to grieved his ravished divine, nor fortune seldom comes a glist’ning have rear, which   in the Gods, whose Augury should I deny   thee thy voice, lute, and thine: have been vast, but soon, as the mind another breast. Relentless, lasting fond fantsies she did depart!   To claim my rival bark inferior   gracelesse green grac’t, ah! Is gone his forces razde, that hidden, propped upon a wintry clown is full of fire, till gather   along way. Motion measure left, save mine   are as a carcanet of mail of a bee! All you and me, Love is burthens binde.

               XXIX

A cheek the said. You are wooing’s endowment,   can find out of discover, proudly shines   all the white glow of roses, tho’ the nuptial feast, sweet; but the censer clownish mien, a voice slow hastening to his present, the   seems from various magnanimity   of loyal Life: the one where going on earth by spells and shady grove he gave him from the winds and beauty, lime and fresh as   a grateful object to us, some back   and line, entrailed about barbell or a hypocrite? Was her name, are vain? The sunlight inkling ray that I have heart gazing   of innumerable, and clip my   will live with serene it was nature on me—breathe outer gate; the spoke, but then me?

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #3

Dear Diary,

Everything is awful, my parents just told me we're moving to Copperdale, of all places. They're pulling me away from Gianna, my best friend, and they don't even seem to care about how I feel about this whole move. My life is terrible.

-Violet

"Violet, can we talk?" Ethan asked knocking on her door.

"I guess," Violet said rolling her eyes.

"I understand you're upset, but you'll always be able to write with Gianna, and you will make tons of new friends in Copperdale."

"I guess you're right..."

The following morning Violet was still quite angry about the move. Leo tried to calm her down.

"Come on Vi, it won't be so bad," he told her. "Copperdale seems fun, and the Wilkes family lives there."

"You're just excited because you have a crush on Natasha."

"What? - "

"I don't have a - " "Sure, you do," Violet said. "You make googly eyes whenever you see her." "I do not," Leo defended himself. "Do too." "Do not," "Do too." "Do - " "Go to school already!" Mads yelled from the kitchen where she was packing boxes up.

While Violet and Leo were at school, and Ethan at work, Mads took the time to pack up all of their belongings to prep for the move tomorrow. As excited as she was for Ethan, to have this amazing opportunity, Mads was still sad about leaving their first home.

After school, a still very angry Violet, stomped home. Mads suggested taking her and Gianna to the park that afternoon so they could spend time together before the move. "Oh, come on," Gianna said. "It isn't going to be that bad, Copperdale sounds nice."

"We aren't going to see each other every day anymore," Violet reminded her. "I mean yeah, and it'll suck," Gianna said. "But we can still write letters all the time, and we'll still be best friends." "You promise?" Violet asked her.

"Oh course!" Gianna held out her arms for a hug, and Violet willingly accepted. "Let's go play now," Violet suggested.

Together, Violet and Gianna spent the evening playing pirates. For the first time since hearing the news of their move, Violet was able to put it out of her own mind. Right now, all that mattered was that she was here, playing with Gianna.

The next morning Mads cooked one last breakfast for the family before they all got ready to move. After eating, everyone got ready and headed outside for one last family photo in front of their Sulani home. "I still don't want to move," Violet reminded them

Once arriving at their new home in Copperdale, Leo gazed awestruck up at the new house. Violet, on the other hand, wasn't too impressed. Sure the house was bigger, but it didn't have nearly as much character as their old one.

"You two can pick whatever rooms in the house you want," Ethan said in an attempt to brighten Violet's mood. "Really!" Leo exclaimed before rushing into the house to choose the best one.

Leo hurried up the stairs. He walked from bedroom to bedroom before finding, what he deemed, the best one. 'This is it' he thought to himself while crossing his arms. 'I get my own bathroom and everything.'

"Why don't you head up and pick out your bedroom," Ethan suggested. "You wouldn't want your brother to get the best one now, would you?" "I guess not," Violet grumbled before heading into the house.

When Violet got to the top of the stairs a ladder caught her attention. She studied it for a little while before saying, "What does this lead to?" "Just the dusty attic," Leo told her. "It's pretty boring, and messy up there."

Still curious, Violet headed up the ladder. When she made it upstairs all Violet saw was potential for the room. Sure, it was dusty, and it would take some work to fix up, but she could just see it now, the perfect bedroom. "Can I have the attic?" Violet called down.

Leo quickly followed Violet, "I didn't know we could convert the attic as a bedroom. I change my mind; I want this one." "First come first serve, and Violet called this one," Ethan called up the ladder. "Not fair," Leo grumbled. "I'm older." "Rules are rules."

[movedtoferinehuntress]

Caitlyn's desperation to save Jinx is what pushed her to keep moving. Ignoring any pain in the ears, and the fog in her eyes finally gave way to more clarity. She turned over her head, catching Jinx saying something as she shook her head. She didn't know who the creepy doctor was but she shook her head. "we aren't going to any creepy doctor, I promise," She tugged once more, as she nodded her head, a little smile on her lips. "You keep refusing, and yes, you need to see Vi again. She's not going to be mad, I know she won't be mad," That was one thing Caitlyn did not doubt. She gripped the rope and pulled harder, the adrenaline and pure stubbornness to get her sister somewhere safe drove her forward.

A bit more pulling and Caitlyn looked back to see Jinx suddenly slipping her head turned with eyes closed and apprehension filled her chest. So foreign a feeling for someone like Jinx, and yet she couldn't push it away. Instead, her mind compelled her to work harder. No, it wasn't her mind, it was her heart, refusing to even think of losing Jinx now. A sigh of relief came that Alexis would help, as she glanced over to the room and nodded, "I'll stay by her, hopefully, I can make sure she knows it's safe if she wakes," No creepy doctor. whoever that was, she didn't think it was Alexis. Who, though? She would have to ask Jinx that question after this event. Her hands rubbed raw from the constant pulling of the rope, as she let out a breath once they finally dragged the metal sheet instead. Blue eyes strained over to notice two men occupying the room but ignored it in favor of closing the door and moving over to Jinx. Her body ached so badly, threatening to land on her knees and not get back up.

Her hand pressed against the wall before her head snapped toward the men and growled. No matter the amount of blood dripping from her ears, she heard those words as she grabbed her knife from her boot picked up Jinx's gun, and pointed it directly toward the two of them.

"Let your good mood vanish," Caitlyn immediately threatened, moving to stand in front of Jinx. It didn't matter if her hand was a little shaky or the aches in her leg threatened to send her to her knees. Her eyes glared with an overwhelming determination to not let her body give out on her. Glancing at Alexis, she nodded her head without hesitation. "Without a doubt," Caitlyn said as she turned back to face the two men whom she would not hesitate to shoot if they tried to come near her sister. "How about we change this up, you two make your way out the door without touching the three of us, or, I'll put a bullet between your eyes. And don't test me. I'm an excellent shot, and I won't miss," Caitlyn glared, defending Jinx with a feral anger in no mood to even give them the option of compromise. Whether Caitlyn realized it or not, there had been a shift and she would protect her with her life.

For as quickly as Jinx could be roused to fury, and that could slide into near hatred under the right circumstances she could also be calmed nearly as quickly. Caitlyn’s hand at her cheek, and the half heard reassurance followed not long after by an apology settled Jinx down as she tried to nod. “Just not...creepy….doctor.” Too out of it to offer up Singed’s proper name there was a flash of something between fear, and hatred in her eyes for a second before her head rolled to one side and she tried her best to make things easy on Caitlyn for once although that was just as much for her own benefit as Caitlyn's.

“Wont die. Refuse… Not… dying here. Heh. Gotta see, Vi, least once more...right?...Saved you...so… she won’t be mad. Right?” Voice a bit drifty there was also that particular longing that crept into it from time to time when Vi was mentioned. It made sense to Jinx though. She’d saved Caitlyn from being stuck in that small space, and had made sure Caitlyn had been kept as safe as possible so didn’t that prove she was at least trying to handle things in a “good” way? Whatever good really even meant beyond whatever kept the relevant person happy.

Even Jinx had her limits however, and by the time Caitlyn found herself face to face with Alexis the blue-haired killer was near enough unconscious. Pistol barely held in her hand, and eyes half closed as she let out faint sounds of discomfort here and there. The last time she’d been this helpless was after the fight with the boy savior on the bridge, and ironically enough it was once again because of her own explosive. If she’d been awake enough to consider things it might have made her laugh.

Alexis against their better judgement considering it was after all the loose cannon Jinx on the metal sheet moved to help Caitlyn. “It’s alright. Didn’t took an oath to only help certain people. Everyone is supposed to get aid when it’s called for.” Turning just enough to head towards the house Alexis’s eyes narrowed just a touch in thought. They weren’t entirely sure it’d actually be abandoned, but it was better than staying out in the open. “Good enough. I can look her over when we get inside. Assuming she doesn’t react badly to that.” Before long they were at the door of the house, and stepping into it they blinked once or twice to let their eyes adjust. Of course there had to be a couple of people in the house already with two men standing to gaze at the wounded Caitlyn, practically helpless Jinx, and Alexis who didn’t really look that imposing.

“Fucking hell is that really that mad dog? Jinx? Fuuuuuck me there’s a bounty on that bitches head both topside, and some of the barons down here. Could make some money off her, and already strapped down and helpless.” The two glanced at each other than smirked before looking towards Caitlyn, and Alexis. “Tell you two what. We’re in a good mood. How about you two fuck right on off, and we’ll take care of the mad bitch there? Go on than. Before my good mood vanishes.” One of them started to grab a club off of the ground, and another one pulled a long knife from his belt.

Alexis went utterly still for a second before one hand slid into their coat, and their arm tensed as though perhaps half pulling something from a sheath. “Caitlyn. Is she worth it? Jinx I mean?” They already disliked the two men in the house, but not quite enough to simply attack just yet. All the same if Caitlyn truly felt Jinx was worth protecting than Alexis would do what it took.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Violet's exactly like Pearl. A manipulative bitch, who ruins everyone else's life for her own selfish wants.

.....Uhm.

Okay, this ask has left me kinda jarred. Lots to unpack here within these two sentences...

Anon, while you are entitled to your opinion, I’m not sure if you’re aware that we love and respect Violet on this blog.  I’m a Louis and clouis lover through and through, but I still love Violet’s character and this... is not her character. I just- no, haha 

Now, I don’t know anything about Pearl because I’ve never watched Steven Universe, but I do know about a little bit about Violet. 

Saying this about Violet is like saying that Louis is nothing but a jokester who doesn’t care about anything and only wants to get into Clementine’s pants. It’s just not... even a thing when you actually get to know them. They’re both complex characters with unique flaws and highlights about them. 

I haven’t watched Violet’s route all the way through, I’ve only seen the first two episodes of her route and then gifs from the rest. But, I have seen how she reacts in Louis’ route when you don’t save her. The first time left me furious because I had a lot of emotions about everything going through me [especially after finding out what happened to Louis’ tongue in her route] and I even made a post ranting about it in all my fury. 

Then, I calmed down and replayed it and looked at everything through Violet’s pov. While I think it’s mostly poor writing in the end when it comes to Violet’s capture and them telling us that she was mentally tortured only for them to turn around and say, “Gotcha! She actually got a physical injury like Louis and mental torture did nothing because she forgives Clementine!” Louis’ kidnapped route was way better executed in my opinion, but hey. Can’t have everything. 

Violet has had a lot of things happen to her that lead to her having abandonment issues, and if you go through her route you get insight into that. Even if you go through Louis’ route 100%, after Marlon’s death she still backs you up. She and Louis have the appropriate reactions to the situation. Violet sees Clementine as the one who brought the truth to light, as another girl who she’s warmed up to and a friend she could connect to given their similarities. 

Violet doesn’t try and manipulate Clementine into a relationship with her. If you just want to be friends with her, she’s 100% okay with that! In fact, she’s thrilled! She’s finally found someone she feels she can trust and bond with! Hell, if you go with Louis the whole time leading up to that point, she’s still friends with Clementine up to her capture. 

So, what confuses me the most about this ask is the “who ruins everyone else’s lives for her own selfish wants” part. 

Uhm......... when? 

When she’s constantly rude to Brody? Yeah, it’s not nice and it makes things tense between the two of them, but you can help Violet see that it’s not Brody’s fault and she tries. She doesn’t just go, “Yeah well fuck Brody anyway.” 

When she wants Clementine to stay? Is that ruining the lives of the others? Because... no. It doesn’t. Violet’s right about them needing her to stay and help protect them.  Even Louis, who was left heartbroken after watching his best friend’s murder right in front of him and who was the one who really wanted them gone, admits that he was blinded by all the shit happening and that it was the wrong thing to do. 

When she gets saved instead causing Louis to lose his tongue and “his life to be over”? 

I’m sorry, but Louis’ life isn’t over. It’s not ruined, it’s changed. He may have lost a huge part of himself, something that will take years to heal from [yes, game, it’s not something he’s going to be okay with in a week yeesh] but it’s not Violet’s fault. Violet wasn’t like, “Oh good you saved me ahaha fuck Louis” she’s fucking vengeful. She’s furious, and she’s going to do everything she can to get him back. 

Again, throwing more shade at the writers [but not really because blah blah budget and time blah blah I know] but I can see why some might think Violet doesn’t care about Louis based on her lack of reaction in the cells. And that’s a part that I do have a lot of issues with.  

I’m fully aware of the explanation: Violet had her freak out while Clementine was knocked out and now Violet doesn’t have time to focus on Louis’ condition if they want to escape. 

Which is bullshit. 

The Violet we were shown up to this point would’ve at least asked, “How bad is it?” and follow it up with a “We need to get out of here and get him to Ruby.” It’s two in character lines that would’ve fixed that problem. 

And then there’s Violet and Minerva. Violet acknowledges that this isn’t the Minerva she had a relationship with. And while I am annoyed that she wants to stay with her on the boat regardless of choices, I see it more as “I can’t leave her to just die here I am human after all” in her route. And Violet protects Clementine, AJ, and Tenn from her the best she can on the bridge. 

Which, by the way, her sacrificing her life to save Tenn when you don’t trust AJ? Not selfish. And if AJ does shoot him, she’s rightfully pissed off. 

Anyway, going back to Violet on the boat....

The thing is, when it comes down to the Violet vs Louis choice, you can look at it two different ways when you let her get captured. You can see it as Violet feeling abandoned because Clementine chose Louis over her, or because Clementine neglected to save her. While those two things look exactly the same just with different wording, they aren’t. 

If you consider that Louis and Violet are as close as it’s implied, Violet probably knows that Louis and Clementine are together now. Louis knows when Violet and her are together [suggested when you romance Violet but save Louis, he mentions that Clem and her are really close] so Violet could definitely take that as “You chose your boyfriend over me” after all the mental torture she went through with Lilly and Minerva. This is something that I explored in [with you] because it’s such a conflict within her character that I thought was intriguing. 

And the other way to look at it is that Violet isn’t upset that she saved Louis, she’s upset that Clementine couldn’t save her too. Someone she put all her trust into, regardless of the romance or best friendship. Again, this could be magnified out of proportion when you take into account Lilly and Minerva’s manipulation of her during her capture. 

We’ve seen Lilly work her slimy magic. Given everything that’s happened, Violet stopped fighting and let it all get to her. She was an easy subject [or toy] for Lilly to break, especially since she has Minerva as a tool. It’s not hard to think about for two seconds and come to the conclusion that yeah, Violet’s head really was fucked up after spending all that time with Lilly. 

Now, while I’m not the biggest fan of Violet forgiving Clementine so easily, it does show us that she’s aware that she was wrong to attack Clementine in the cell. She’s also been abandoned AGAIN and now she’s blind because of it. She’s honestly just a mess right now, and all she has in that moment is Clementine and Louis, who she has to trust to guide her to safety. Once again, she has to force herself into someone else’s hand and hope they don’t abandon her, too. 

What I’m getting at, anon, is that Violet isn’t a selfish, manipulative bitch. 

Violet’s sarcastic, but really funny, soft but hardened, sweet and an awkward romantic, and she’s passionate about protecting her family. She can close her self off, turn her head away and stay out of conflict, but she can also step in and lead when she has to. She makes mistakes, she gets angry, downright pissed sometimes. She also can apologize for this and recognizes when she’s wrong. She’s been through some shit in this world, and based on your choices, she can possibly give her life to save a boy she cared deeply for from his deranged sister, and the death is long and cruel.  

Like I said in the beginning, anon, you’re entitled to your opinion, but throwing around things like this only makes you look ignorant and hostile, and it’s stuff like this that I rarely answer. Tonight this just threw me for a loop and hey, I’ve got my own opinions and explanations for things.

So here’s my jumbled essay written at the lovely hour of midnight. 

You probably didn’t want it, but here it is anyway. 

[floatyflowers]

The Adopted Princess| Dark! Targaryen and Velaryon Boys x Reader (Aegon II, Aemond, Jacaerys, Lucerys) VII

Part VI

Your mother, grandfather, and siblings decided to take their leave which made you go and say your farewells in private and also apologize, you decided to take Daenerys with you, so she could meet young Viserys and Aegon.

"She has your eyes" Daemon compliments, as he smiles at your daughter.

Honestly, Daenerys reminds him of his son, Rhaeger, when he was a baby, she has the traditional Targaryen silver hair and those unique red eyes.

"She looks more like Aemond though" Lucerys snorts at your words, while Jacaerys rolls his eyes.

"I wouldn't say that, she got her beauty from you, Aemond is ugly-" you cut Lucerys off.

"Her father is very handsome" you defend.

"And cruel" Jacaerys adds, not caring to hide his clear jealousy.

"Jace, Luke" Rhaenyra warns her sons upon realizing your sad expression. 

"I apologize for what has happened, Aemond is not always like that, he just was angry with me so he took it out on Jace and Luke" you explain.

Rhaenyra grabs hold of your free hand, giving you an assuring smile.

"There is no need to apologize"

You smile, while all of a sudden, young Viserys decides to reach out for Daenerys silver hair, pulling on it while still in his mother's arms.

This resulted in your baby whining, ready to burst into tears, Rhaenyra quickly unattached her son's hand from Daenerys' locks.

"I think little Viserys ikes her" Daemon teases, finding the interaction between his son and your daughter to be amusing.

Lucerys and Jacaerys give Lucerys a look, as a sign for him to show you the gift they brought to you.

"(Y/n)" 

"Yes, Luke?" you look at the said boy as he walks towards you holding a gift in his hands.

"Jace and I have a gift for you" Lucerys opens up the box to show you a dagger.

A valyrian steel dagger.

"What a wonderful gift, but I doubt that I would ever need to use it," you say, examining it curiously.

"One day, you might need to use it to defend yourself" Rhaenyra asserts, which made you realize what she is trying to say.

But before you could say anything, the guards announce the arrival of your husband.

The moment Aemond enters the room, the atmosphere turns tense.

You avoid Aemond's gaze, still mad at him about his bad treatment of your brothers.

"Sister, Uncle, Nephews" Aemond greets his family curtly with a nod of his head.

"I would love to stay and talk, but my wife and I have duties at the court that needs to be taken care of" 

Daemon looks at his younger nephew, as your husband returns the gesture. 

You feel like there is something bad is going to happen, so you decide to cut in.

"Of course, I was just saying my farewells" you explain, finally looking up at Aemond who turns his attention towards you and his daughter.

Jace and Luke glare at Aemond, angry at the interruption, not appreciating his attitude.

Aemond walks over to you, before taking Daenerys out of your embrace, to walk away with her, excepting you to follow him.

Before you could leave, Lucerys' voice stops you as he grabs your wrist.

"Don't forget our gift" 

He hands it to you with the box closed while giving Aemond a smug grin, similar to the one he gave to him yesterday when the pig was placed on the table.

The moment you and your husband leave is the moment when Jace and Luke give eachother a proud smile that they put Aemond in a bitter mood.

However, they didn't know that Aemond is up to no good, and he would not stop until he gets his revenge on the Velaryon boys who bullied him and took his eye out.

Especially Lucerys.

꧁𖣔꧂

"You are seriously going to take us on a ride on Vhagar? Is Dany not too young for this?"

You announce your worries while your daughter is wrapped around your chest so she doesn't fall.

Aemond decided to apologize for his actions and take you on a ride on Vhagar, even though you mounted Quicksilver many times, but never with your daughter.

On the other hand, you and Aemond would ride his dragon together many times as a way of spending time together away from his family.

"Our grandmother, Alyssa Targaryen, took my father on a ride when he was only nine days old" Aemond points out.

He helps you climb on Vhagar by grabbing your waist and pushing you up until you grab the saddle and sit on it.

Aemond climbs right after you placing himself behind you before grabbing the reins.

The fact that his toned chest is against your back makes your face heat up as your hold tightens on your baby.

When Vhagar takes off, Daenerys lets out loud giggles and squeals of delight, causing Aemond to smile as you relax against him.

"Seems like our daughter is a natural dragon rider, after all, dear wife"

You pray that nothing separates you and Aemond and that you two will keep on loving one another till the very end.

However, you don't know that this is your last ride of freedom...

...as your husband is planning to lock you up in your quarters.

Part VIII

[shortestcake]

CUTIE

(headcanons)

Pairings: Vi x reader, Sevika x reader, Caitlyn x Reader (separate)

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: pretty girl

Genre: fluff

reader is described to be short, femmine, cutsie and bubbly

• Vi, although I feel like doesn't have an exact type, definitely enjoys your dynamic.

• Cute little you, walking around the streets of Zaun with a 5'9 brute like her

• She doesn't care too much about her appearance, often completely prepared to go out in under 20 minutes

• You, on the other hand, need to be told a few hours before leaving, so, she ends up watching you with lovey-dovey eyes while you get ready

• Anyone who dares make a snarky remark on how you dress will certainly get their face bashed in

• She often steals clothes from Piltover for you, since she knows how much you struggle to find outfits you like in the Undercity

• Most people view your relationship as an opposites attract situations due not only to your appearance, but personalities

• Little do they know how soft Vi is behind closed doors

• How tightly she holds you each night, how sweetly she looks at you while you ramble about your day, how her mood visibly brightens when she sees you

• As much as she loves holding your waist or slinging an arm around your sholder while you walk, she can't seem to get over the feeling of your delicate hands holding her rough ones

• Vi isn't oblivious to the fact that most people will see you and assume you're weak

• Your cheery attitude and frilly outfits create a ridiculously high contrast to the dark world surrounding you

• Naturally, Vi becomes protective of you

• She glares at anyone who looks at you for over two seconds, prideful when they immediately move their gaze to something else

• Violet melts the first time you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss her

• Ever since, she often refuses to bend down to kiss you, preening in how cute you look when you get needy

• Either that or she'll pick you up, since she likes kissing you far more than teasing you

•Her favourite thing to do after a long day is come home to you, if you're cooking or washing the dishes, she'll walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist

• Eventually managing to coax you out of doing any more work, in favor of cuddling her

"C'mon, I know you'd rather snuggle up with me than this. I swear I'll wash them later, 'kay? Good, let's get to bed now sweet-thing."

• Similar to Vi, Sevika enjoys your dynamic.

• The scary lady of Zawn together with such a cute thing as yourself

• She likes how small you are compared to her, how she could just pick you up and not struggle in the slightest

• Speaking of, she adores, picking you up, your little suprised yelps never fail to make her grin

• Sevika isn't one to fret over her appearance, doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the effort you put into yours

• Probably complains about the ridiculous amount of time it takes for you to pick an outfit, but she's only half serious

• Your style isn't very common in the undercity, and it's one of the main things that attracted her to you

• From the second she saw you walking around The Last Drop, she knew she had to know you.

• And so, now you spend your time at the infamous bar on Sevika's lap rather than snooping around for god knows what reason

• Soon after you started dating, if she's gambling, you on her lap is a must

• Your personality is something quite refreshing for Sevika

• How excited you get over small things is a nice contrast to the gloomieness she's used to

• She often jokes about how bizarre it seems that you've made it so far in the undercity without any protection

• As light-hearted as these jokes are, Sevika isn't stupid

• She knows that a lot of people consider you an easy target

• So, regardless if you can defend yourself or not, she becomes extremely protective of you

• If you're out together, her touch is a permanent factor

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my pretty girl? No there's no reason behind it, just want to touch you."

• Caitlyn loves spoiling you

• She takes any chance she gets to buy you anything and everything you like

• The two of you will often probably help doll each other up for events

• Caitlyn is tall

• She's never really thought much about her height until she met you

• When you started holding onto her arm, your much smaller frame leaning into hers while you walk around, is when she really started appreciating your height difference

• Tends to carry things for you, not because she thinks you couldn't by yourself, she just like doing things for you

• Loves it when you cling onto her, you could be cuddling, walking, anything really

• Forehead kisses are her go-to when it comes to showing you affection

• She secretly puts things higher than you can reach on purpose, just so she can have the satisfaction of giving it to you

• Caitlyn is a pretty calm person, so your energy fits hers perfectly

• A large amount of your conversations includes you rambling excitedly while she simply listens

• You're usually on her lap while she's completing paper work, talking about your day

"Mhm, of course I'm still listening love. Just a few more papers and then we can cuddle, how's that sound?"

[jinxkinniegobrr]

Hi there!

I'm so in love with Vi, so I would like to request something with her, where the reader is shy and soft. Very sensitive and clingy.

Reader she/her please! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

ღCinnamon girlღ

Vi x fem reader

warnings: none

summary: Vi's girlfriend is a total softie and she's head over heels for her. Like they say, opposites attract.

a/n: i fr didn't know what to put for the summary lol, sorry if this took a little bit! i hope your day/night is going well~!

Vi’s life had gotten significantly brighter when she met you, your smile always made her feel warm and the feeling of your soft hand intertwined with hers was almost ethereal. She loved the butterflies she would get when you’d ask her for a kiss, or when you would unexpectedly wrap your arms around her from behind, she enjoyed every moment with you.

She’d call you cinnamon bun sometimes because of how sweet you were, which always ended in you being a blushing mess. You make her snacks and sweets for when she’s working out and gets hungry, she devours them all within an hour though.

At night she’ll hold you in her arms like a teddy bear, limbs so tangled together you wouldn’t be able to tell whose legs or arms were whose. Sometimes in the morning she’ll admire you as you sleep, waking you up with gentle kisses.

If anyone even tries to start something with you their face will be so bruised they won’t be able to see, Vi sees herself as your protector if you can’t defend yourself, if you can defend yourself she’ll lend a hand if needed.

When you’re in an extra clingy mood while she’s busy she’ll let you hold her or lay on her lap while she finishes her stuff, her hand occasionally brushing through your hair and twirling little pieces.

The two of you take baths together a lot, nothing sexual just enjoying eachother’s company and washing one another’s hair. She loves styling your hair in weird ways with soap, it never fails to crack her up. If you want her to dry and brush your hair you do not need to ask twice, she’s beside you in a second.

She absolutely loves how soft and sweet you are, it really helps when she’s in a bad mood or when she’s ready to kick some ass. If you’re uncomfortable with her fighting someone she’ll protest but won’t fight them, only giving a death glare and a farewell threat to the person.

Overall, vi is extremely satisfied with her life and is very, very in love with you.

[lilac-5ky]

I was tagged by @sebfreak to do this. I DIS-THANK YOU FOR THE TAG, COMING UP WITH JUST 9 WAS TORTURE ;-; tho uhm my non tsundere self thanks you i suppose

and i went with anime characters, didn't want to include games, kdramas, tv-shows whatever :p it would take me ages :p

Put your 9 fave characters in no particular order!

1. Takasugi Shinsuke

no surprises here, none at all :p i've liked anime characters before, but shinsuke smh vacuumed my soul and hasn't returned it since. not only do i love him beyond what words can describe, but he's also one of the four characters i relate the most. (my four devas arc lmao)

he can keep it.

2. Senjougahara Hitagi

i just love her so much, she might as well be my number 1 female character. for the longest time i considered her my anime alter ego, so aye second member of my devas

3. Sakata Gintoki

gintoki might as well be the best anime protagonist ever created. he is not only extremely relatable, but his story gets rooted in you. when gin-chan cries, we cry. when gin-chan laughs, we laugh. he is our gin--chan.

third member of my devas

4. Shinomiya Kaguya

how cute? yes she is extremely cute and i adore her! i'd probably die for her or defend her to the death. yes, i have a huge thing for tsundere, sue me.

fourth member of my devas.

5. Zura janai Katsura da

wdym that's not his name?!?!?! all jokes aside, katsura is my reason for starting gintama. i love everything about him and just like kaguya, i'm ready to defend him to the death! innocent cinnamon roll worthy of protection!

6. Makima

makima is easily one of the most well written characters i've seen. i love to hate her, i hate to love her, it's a weird relationship but she definitely deserves a spot in my top 10.

7. Lelouch vi Britannia

it's been 7 years and i still can't forget the second season's finale. lelouch was simply brilliant and perhaps was one of the very first anime characters i truly enjoyed!

8. Kocho Shinobu

honestly i was torn between shinobu and misato from nge for this spot. i love them both but i have a soft spot for girls who seek revenge and have butterflies in their designs, so shinobu got it! i love her personality so much, i wish the manga expanded even more on her

9. Hikigaya Hachiman

this boy is beyond a mood. just look at his face, so devoid of life. the reason why i love hachiman as a character is bcs he isn't shallow and he really seeks something profound that's hard to find. even if he knows it's hard to find, he keeps searching for meaning and in the end, his character development and change of views pays off so much! i was between him and gaara for this position, but i let him have it.

FINAL WORDS

my top 9 is sort of in order though i wasn't asked to do that. shinsuke is definitely my number 1 and then my number 2 realistically is a tie between hitagi and gintoki. there are sooo many characters i wanted to include, such as lucy (elfen lied), gaara (naruto), misato and shinji (nge), koro-sensei (assassination classroom) and like at least a few more gintama character, but i tried to keep it diverse. yes, i tend to like characters with whom i can relate, and that's why this list is plagued by tsundere lmao

I tag @unstable-viper @faidrafuchsia and @toi-yama to do this if they want to, and whoever else wants to participate is welcome!

[queenlucythevaliant]

Steward

(Companion to this piece)

i. The sun was setting in the west when the Standing Silence came. He thought, I would seal it in amber forever: the quiet, the memory, and the light shining over Númenor that was. Such things felt more True than anything else.

ii. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. I would not snare even an orc with a falsehood.

iii. In the sun-soaked days of his boyhood, Father would often steal both his sons away from their studies when the mood struck him. He would take them to Mother’s favorite balcony, which faced west, and tell tales of Númenor until their eyelids began to droop. He did all the voices and talked with his hands.

iv. Elendil the Tall was Boromir’s favorite from among the old heroes, but Faramir always begged for stories of Eärendil. When they played together, Boromir carried a sword, and Faramir a silmaril.

v. (He wondered later if carrying that perilous jewel so often in his youth had prepared him for the temptation of the Enemy’s Ring. It seemed kinder to Boromir to imagine it so.)

vi. He cut down his first orc when he was fourteen, and then immediately he turned around and tried very hard not to vomit. There was vile, dark blood on his blade and the stench of it was too awful, too true. True—yes, what was true? Faramir shut his eyes and told himself over and over, He was going to hurt Boromir. I defended my brother. I defended him. Eventually, the roiling feeling in his stomach subsided.

vii. Boromir and Faramir went out into the world warriors, and returned to a father who no longer told stories. Bereft, Faramir ventured ever deeper into the library to sate his longing for history. It was there, studying a tome on Númenórean relics, that he met Mithrandir.

viii. “Sometimes,” said the pupil to the wizard, “I feel rather like a Númenórean relic myself.”

ix. Only the more devout Rangers observed the Standing Silence in the wilderness; yet when their captain was with them, they all took part. Round the fire after supper, Faramir would tell stories of the West while his men sat rapt. He spoke like a poet as he wove his history, and he talked with his hands.

x. Faramir loved his brother more than anyone else in the world. In the end, he killed him with a dream.

xi. Boromir! He heard himself cry, Where is thy horn? Wither goest thou? O Boromir. And just like that, his brother was gone.

xii. Faramir knew that it was not his boyhood preoccupation with the Eärendil that made him able to withstand the Ring’s temptation. It was not even his promises to Frodo. No, in the end, it was only the Truth: the Ring was a black, perilous thing. Faramir knew.

xiii. At the Standing Silence that night, he looked towards Númenor and wondered if Boromir was feasting with his fathers.

xiv. “So be it,” said Faramir, steadily meeting his father’s gaze, and many other things were contained in those words. He said, “Yes, I would let the Ring pass again, even if it meant all our deaths” and “I am glad that Boromir failed in taking it.” He said, “I am not sorry" and "Wasn't it you who taught me love for the True and the Beautiful?" Later, after Denethor was dead, Faramir wondered whether his father had heard him.

xv. He woke in the Houses of Healing at the word of Isildur’s heir. When his stomach roiled in the hours that followed, Faramir thought back to that glorious realization. The king has returned. His hands can heal.

xvi. When he stood before Éowyn and said, “In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure,” it did not feel like a grand declaration. The darkness was passing. It was. It was.

xvii. An Eagle came flying into the city that day crying, “For your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed.”

xviii. A few hours later, Éowyn found Faramir weeping on his mother’s balcony.

xix. Oh Éowyn, he gasped, every Beautiful thing I ever hoped for is coming True. 

xx. Above them, Gil Estel was shining.

[immortalityismymiddlename]

Hi again I read your arcane post and thought it was absolutely adorable, so if it's alright with you can I ask for Jinx, Vi, and Caitlyn with an s/o who is rather stoic and intimidating but to the ladies they're an absolute sweetheart.

Of course!! Thank you for the request:)<3, The arcane girls with an intimidating reader! (Gender neutral!) May not be accurate coz I kinda just woke up and I'm half asleep rn:

Jinx:

Honestly didn't think they were intimidating at all! That was.. until you two started to hangout outside..

A few people looked scared, a few started running away and a few moved aside almost immediately. "Yeah! That's right! Be scared of me!" She'd chuckle but shake her head. "But okay, seriously what's up with these people?" She'd be weirded out.

"I think.. they're scared of me." She'd look at them, raising and eyebrow "Awh, why though? You look adorable! Come to think of it- you're kinda like.. my scary dog privilege!" She'd try to make a joke to lighten up the mood. (If you seemed upset!)

"Now come on! I know this place that sells the best (your favorite food)! It's on me this time! You don't wanna run outta food there!" She'd giggle, grabbing your hand and running.

"I'll have you know that my (name) is the best! They ain't just a pretty/handsome face alright, they're the very best and NOBODY can tell me otherwise!"

Would love your dynamic. Would BRAG about you to other people she knows! Would talk to Silco about you, all giddy. She'd even annoy the hell out of sevika talking about you. "Okay okay! I GET IT! you have an s/o and they're sweet. We all get it!" She'd drive her insane. Poor girl.

Vi:

Would love it. She's the type to teach her s/o how to defend theirselves no matter how strong they already are, so she'd make sure to do that. "Well, looks like you won't need to learn how to fight that much. But let's still teach ya just in case." She'd wink and smirk.

This gives her less reason to worry cause other people can't even look them in the eye. BUT if you're upset about it, she of course tries to comfort you. Although she's not the b e s t , she tries.

"Hey, hey. Look at me.. I know it must be hard but.." she'd grab your hand, sitting right in front of you. "I- well.. I'm not the best at comforting but.. You know.. you're the best person I know. My favorite, even. (Don't tell jinx or she's out for your head.) You're the most wonderful person I know, the sweetest. They don't know just how perfect you are. And if they actually took the time to try and get to know you first they'd see just how perfect you are."

Would not be intimidated by you, at all.

Caitlyn!!:

Would honestly be intimidated by reader, but that wouldn't stop her from trying to get to know them better. After a month or so she realizes just how much of a sweetheart you are and you two become close almost instantly!

She finds you so sweet, and would often give you gifts. I feel like she's the type to spoil you. This is her love language<3. "Well you're.. the best. And I just wanted to give you something that reminded me of you."

Her parents are.. well.. intimidated. But if they say anything that's even a LITTLE BIT disrespectful about you she goes wild. She defends you like her life depends on it because she knows how good of a person you are and she knows you don't deserve any kind of hate.

She would hold your hand and caress it with her thumb every time you looked upset about it. If you wanted to vent about it to her, she'd sit beside you and listen, hugging your arm or laying her head down on your shoulder. "Don't listen to what anyone says. You're the most wonderful person I know. You have a heart of gold. People shouldn't judge you based on your appearance. Plus, I think you look lovely."

(I'm so sorry I couldn't think of anything for Caitlyn😭😭)