@quiiscnt im taking the opportunity to do 3 😅 so here's #2/3
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The shop filled with ‘pre-loved’ wares caught her eye. Her heeled boots clicked distinctly on the pavement as she crossed the street towards it, her reflection in the window growing clearer as she approached. Her red cape fluttered behind her, the vibrant colour popping against the dark dress she wore and the drab structures all around. Standing out from the crowd had never bothered Laki, so it was no matter to her that judging stares followed her as she went. Due to her brisk movement, a section of her lavender fringe shifted across her field of vision, she fixed it with a brush of gloved fingertips as she came to a stop.
A little step closer and her image disappeared from the window, allowing her to peer inside the shop. Various items were arranged in a little scene. A worn armchair sat flanked by an old coffee table that was laden with a delicate tea set. Beside them, a scuffed bookshelf housed a scattering of figurines and other knickknacks, while a few old paintings were propped up against the sides. She scanned her eyes over the contents of the shelf, skipping the well preserved and paired items in the search of, well….something she didn’t know yet. Something delightfully strange. Something odd.
Bending her legs, she slowly eased into a crouch to examine the lower items. Her gaze shifted behind the shelf, further into the shop, and her heart skipped. Immediately, she straightened and headed inside the building. Around chairs, tables, displays and racks, she moved over to another bookshelf holding an assortment of pieces. On the lowest shelf, beneath the matched sets of dolls and glassware…there.
She reached forward and picked up the wooden figure with care, a smile growing as she traced the unusual features. It was not the same one from her childhood (she still had that one at home of course), yet she recognised this one as being from the same series. The company had released two lines of similar toys, one made of quality porcelain with expertly painted detailing and well-crafted clothes, and one made of wood and cheaper materials. In her younger years, she’d first had the porcelain dolls, as her parents had spared no expense in her toys (or anything in the house for that matter). Until they lost it all of course.
After that, well…she’d considered herself lucky to have anything to play with at all, and had been touched when her father had humbly presented her with the cheap toy one quiet afternoon. She recalled the way he’d almost seemed to be wincing as he held it out to her, his worry apparent in his explanation of the fact that he’d only been able to get a set that had been returned to the store as damaged. He promised that he would get her a brand new and much better toy once things improved, but she’d assured him what he’d given her was more than she could hope for.
Like her own doll, this one she held now was…unique. Imperfect, as some might say, broken. Whoever had previously owned the figure had attempted to style the woollen hair with some sort of dye and a cut that left the strands half unravelled.
Laki smiled warmly, fingertips caressing the unruly hair. As she smoothed out the scratchy fabric of the toy’s outfit, the shopkeeper approached her. The elderly man gave a disapproving gasp and shook his head, “Oh, I’m sorry Miss, I don’t know where that thing came from. Please, allow me to dispose of it.”
Clutching the doll tightly now, Laki turned her gaze to the man, her smile unchanged.
“I want it. How much is it?”
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[Pandora staring at a shirtless Regulus smoking and reading a book by the window alcove.]
Pandora:
Pandora: Okay. Those who agree Regulus is hot, say aye. Aye.
Barty: Aye.
Dorcas: Aye.
Evan: Aye.
Marlene: Aye.
James: Aye.
Pandora: …
Pandora: MARLENE???
Pandora: JAMES POTTER?!?!
Marlene: hey I may be a lesbian but I’m not blind.
James: I’m blind but that has nothing to do with anything, he’s just hot.
Pandora:
Pandora: That’s not what I had a problem with but okay.
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i truly commend and admire marisha ray to no end because someone with less confidence or thinner skin (probably myself included) would've shied away from these big character choices after the way keyleth was treated but following keyleth up with beau and then LAUDNA is a true feat. she has never once backed down or diluted herself to be more palatable or even to just avoid catching the brunt of completely misplaced and blind hate from many "fans" + baffling misinterpretations of her actions. sometimes i get really upset about how some viewers talk about her choices and characters and then i just have to remember that she literally doesn't give a single fuck and neither should i.
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may i just say (as i continue to reread jane eyre): it is sooooo good that jane becomes part of a community, gets a job, gets her own little cottage, educates the local girls, is beloved by local families, makes friends, enjoys nature, calls out st. john rivers on being a repressed freak, etc. i just love this part of the book. girlie is heartsore but girlie is thriving on her own!!!
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to me there's a kind of bonus meta horror in the bristlefrost's death 'only love' scene where like. ok discussion of misogyny in the series has shifted a bit since then but you know how a few years ago people's main gripe used to be that after completing their arcs female characters would lose their personality and fade into the background to fulfill the generic role of 'mother'? and you also know how bristlefrost's personality and focus began to shift and diminish halfway through the arc where out of nowhere she suddenly reciprocated rootspring's feelings and was rushed into a poorly written romance arc? yeah well there's something really chilling (though not in a way that is in any way tonally intentional. in fact kind of the direct opposite of what the erins were going for and i think i would feel differently about it if her relationship with rootspring was not so uncompelling and short lived until this point) about how in her final moments before her existence ceases and she is denied her afterlife the visions she sees are of romance and love and rootspring and babies. just a total loss of individuality into generic warrior cats love interest and mother. to not be feeling for yourself at the end of it all but what you bring to another character. to just kind of embody the status quo of your series and fade away.
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