#and then in the trial when she was begging people to believe her and they all turned away

[archonfurina]

@flurrina asked: pairings - neuvillette/furina or cloud/tifa

[warblogs17282]

I'm not done talking about how stupid of a take that 'Stolas is selfish because he chose Blitz over Octavia' is.

But this time, I want to talk about the implications that Blitz being executed has.

Let's start with the I.M.P crew, Loona loses her loving father, who she very clearly cares a lot for, Moxxie and Millie lose their best friend and their jobs at the same time, as the asmodean crystal is registered in specifically Blitz's name, meaning that Blitz dying means the human killing business dies with it, because they have no other reliable options for getting to the living world. Fizzarolli loses his best friend as well that he only recently got back into his life.

Plus, Blitz being executed would just send Satan's message loud and clear to all of imp-kind, which basically amounted to 'We'll kill you if you step out of line. We'll kill you if you even attempt to rise above your station we forced upon you. We'll kill you if you ever dare to challenge our power and authority. We'll kill you if you aren't our little obedient puppets.'

Stolas knows that Blitz is a father, Stolas knows that the Asmodean Crystal is registered in Blitz's name, and if chose to let Blitz die, he'd have to live with the fact that his choice caused so much suffering and pain to others, including to other people Stolas knows Blitz cares about deeply, showing that the stakes have always been much higher than just 'Blitz vs Octavia', even for Stolas.

Stolas went into that trial fully expecting to be killed, Stolas went into that trial assuming that Blitz would eventually be okay after his death, to allow Blitz to keep his found family and keep being able to provide for himself and others with I.M.P, to allow Blitz to keep making that name for himself.

You might be thinking at this point, 'but wait, then why did Stolas mention his daughter after he lost his powers and such then?', and I have the answer to that question right here.

Again, Stolas went into that trial fully expecting to be executed, and in s1 e2, during that song Stolas sang to Octavia as a kid, Stolas says "When I'm gone, you'll be okay…", which is quite literally saying that Octavia will be okay, even in the event of Stolas' death, which I'm pretty confident in saying that Stolas genuinely believes in this. I just don't think that Stolas factored in Stella and Andrealphus being abusive and manipulative towards Octavia specifically, which I believe perfectly explains why Stolas only mentioned Octavia after he got his actual punishment.

Plus, Stolas knew that Octavia would inherit everything of his in the case of his own death, because he literally ensured that everything and I mean everything would pass to Octavia, as Andrealphus bluntly points in s2 e4, alongside giving Octavia the chance to experience happiness, to be able to choose happiness, even when he's dead.

Finally, I shouldn't even need to say this but,

1: We all know that Stolas would literally sacrifice everything for Octavia, he literally was sacrificing his own happiness for so many years so that Octavia could live a 'normal life'.

2: Stolas had to make a split-second decision there, he had zero time to think anything over, plus Octavia wasn't anywhere close to being in mortal danger, but Blitz was.

In conclusion, if you all want to insist on making this thing a trolley problem, then I beg of you, remember the problem is nowhere near purely 'Blitz vs Octavia' for all of the reasons I've brought up in this post, and also remember that it's Andrealphus and Stella who tied them down on the tracks to begin with.

[bourgeoisiebirdie]

Agatha All Along Episode 5 Theory: Why It’s Weird and Short

So Episode 5 was by far the shortest episode we’ve had so far for the series. It feels different from the other trials so far which causes it to feel…scrambled in a way. Now you could blame poor writing for the craziness of this episode (along with the abrupt ending), but I usually reserve that judgement for after a series ends.

Here’s what I think is going on. SPOILERS AHEAD!

Agatha’s trial being in this episode was a bit of a surprise, but let’s be real, the show is called Agatha All Along…do we really believe that our favorite dramatic sad backstory mommy issues-filled witch only gets ONE episode for her trial?

The Ouija board makes the objective for this task clear: Punish Agatha. A task that some of the coven clearly have no qualms carrying out. But let’s think about the sequence of events after that message is delivered.

The coven tries to tie up Agatha which fails after Agatha becomes possessed by her mother. Agatha’s mother says Agatha must be left behind which causes her to freak out. Alice tries to save Agatha which results in Agatha accidentally(?) killing her. Agatha is only stopped when Teen says her son’s name and the door to escape opens after Teen says Goodbye on the Ouija board.

Notice anything?

Agatha is never *technically* punished by her coven. Each trial so far involves a task that 1. is specific to one witch’s ability, 2. involves a clear objective that the coven eventually recognizes and reaches together, 3. ends with growth, both power and character wise, of the witch/coven. This episode feels off because the formula is off. And the formula is off because none of it’s real.

Episode 5 IS Agatha’s punishment. Every trial has stirred up unwanted tragic memories from the witch it’s related to. It is no coincidence that this episode hits every. single. one. of Agatha’s problems.

It starts with an Ouija Board - Agatha has killed a lot of people, not all of them on purpose. We already know Agatha loves to pretend to not feel anything, but now she is forced to directly interact with her victims.

Punish Agatha - The coven turns on Agatha surprisingly quick to carry out the trial and surround her while she is on the floor…just like her old coven betrayed her. She fears betrayal.

Evanora Harkness - Self-explanatory, she not only forcefully possesses Agatha (which could tie in to fear of lack of control thanks to Wanda), but tells her she was born evil, something that Agatha looks devastated to hear. Mommy issues galore.

“I’ll be good” - upon hearing that her coven may leave her behind, Agatha freaks out and begs for them to not leave her. Fear of abandonment.

Alice’s Death - Agatha seems horrified after killing Alice with her powers (just like she killed her mother and coven in the past), and the rest of the present coven, especially Teen, are horrified by her actions and don’t believe her.

Nicholas Scratch - A devastating name to hear. And his voice calling to her is just the cherry on top.

And after she leaves the trial? Teen turns on her using magic similar to Wanda’s and then throws Agatha off the path to kill her. And Rio is suddenly nowhere to be seen? Another tumblr user made an interesting point that the aspect ratio doesn’t return to normal like it usually does after a trial. Because all of this has been the precursor to Agatha’s actual trial.

This may be all in her mind and it’s up to her coven to help her, guess we won’t know for sure until next week.

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*Do not copy my work*

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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[missnightshade]

❝ THREE OF SWORDS ❞

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request? No no. But I promise I'll work on some requests soon.

Summary: Agatha is no stranger to pain and loss. Yet, somehow, even the thought of losing you is too much to bear.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Sickness. Mentions of death (not Rio this time). English not being my first language. Poor ending skills.

Word count: 1.1K.

The Three of Swords:

Grief, heartbreak, and sorrow.

Agatha Harkness was a totem of pain. Most wouldn’t know or believe it to be true. The Witches community could only measure her to their own rules and deception. She was a killer. A heartless, powerful and unruly woman, born to no good deeds.

But for a green eyed, younger witch, she was everything but a bad person.

You would always be reminded of a ghost memory of a smiling Nicholas, laughing in a field of dandelions as his mother chased him. Agatha was carefree then. Her previous Coven a memory left behind and her actions justified by the sweet smile little Nicky would give her.

Agatha never told the full deal with her son’s existence till he was gone while the other woman, still getting to know the Harkness witch, held her by Nicky's grave. It was now lost somewhere in the forests of Massachusetts, long gone and rusted, but his passing held a strong place in her heart still.

Centuries might pass, but it was certain that nothing would hurt her more than that. Not her mother’s hate. Not her trial by the people who she was raised with. Not the many people she lost along the way.

But one day, as you fell sick to the bed, something as strong as her son’s death came close to hurting her.

You laid there, the same green eyes tired as something twisted your health. As Agatha cared for you in the coziness of her newfound house in Westview, you grumbled as the whole contents of your stomach flooded from your mouth into the bucked Agatha held close to you. Her soup, your favorite, completely gone now.

“Doll..we should see a doctor. You haven’t left the bed for three days.” She argued, trying to fix your hair behind the left ear.

A laugh scaped you as your hands, damp and cold, grasped at her touch to make it last. Agatha’s fingers stayed there, slowly moving to touch your right cheek.

“I am a witch, love, much like you. Doctors will do me no good.”

She ruffled, but as her hands felt the hotness that irradiated from your skin, her eyes roamed over the pale face in front of her. Agatha’s thoughts were much like a fortress in the night. Hidden. Protected. But not for you. She felt at ease by your side after so many years. Trust was the one thing only you could give her. And then, as you saw her eyes glistening under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her mind presented itself like an open book.

She feared for your health. The fever and weakness of your body reminded her so much of her last night with Nicholas. Nothing would hurt as much as it did…but losing you to the same fate as him was painful. A pain that not even with all her sorrows and heartbreaks, she was ready to go through again.

“Aggy…” You whispered and when your sweet tone scaped weekly, the bucket was left in the floor as she tried to scape your gaze so the tears rolling down her cheeks wouldn’t be seen. “Love, look at me.”

The weak request acted like knife to her fragile heart. Agatha was tough on the outside, but not at all on the inside. Her gaze softened as her eyes, glazed and red, found yours. You reached out even with your whole body begging for some rest, and without any complaints, she quickly found her place in the bed you shared. She needed comforting, but her body was the one to hold yours. Your lips found their way to her collarbone with sweet kisses untill you reached her face. You nuzzled her cheek, hand gently holding her face to bring her to face you in the comfort of the bubble you both shared. Agatha sniffled, softly tightening her hold to your as if to stop you from fading away. Understanding her needs, you pressed flushed to her, breathing deeply.

“I’m here, my love. And I am not going anywhere.” You reassured. Agatha opened her eyes, gazing at you from the few centimeters between you both.

“You’re so sick, Doll. It worries me that you…you will…”

“Go meet him?”

The way your words stung left her breathless. Agatha had a difficult time speaking up about Nicholas even since. But while she failed, you didn’t. It was important for her to still mention him. To treat him like he deserved: an important part of her that, although painful, was beautiful.

She nodded, and you simply smiled.

“If I was to meet him…know that he would be loved even there.” Her fearful eyes met yours again, but you continued. “But I am not to be dead now. I’m just simply ill. It shall pass. Like everything. Trust me on this one, baby. I’m going to be just fine.”

Agatha breathed out shakily, not noticing how much it affected her.

“I cannot lose you too.”

“You won’t. Ever.”

[ . . . ]

As the morning came, the energy shared between the two seemed to act like a love spell. The curing type rather than the bonding one. Stirring awake, the warmth of Agatha’s arms around your body was missing. You could wait and rest, but the ache and the dizziness were pretty much gone.

You raised, brushed your teeth even, and managed to find a messy haired Agatha quietly moving around the kitchen. She seemed busy with a tea in her hand and potion tools all over the place as something boiled in her ironed cauldron. As she looked up at your figure, her tea was almost spilled all over the countertop as she rushed to your side.

“Doll, what are you doing up?” she touched you, analyzing your whole state as you laughed softly.

“I felt better, so I came down for breakfast. “ You gathered her euphoric hands to kiss her knuckles. “But you…what are you doing?”

Agatha looked over her work station for a minute before going back to you.

“I had a crazy dream-memory about a potion that I used to make for Nicky so he could feel better. I thought it may work better for you.” Her voice trailed behind her thoughts. “You feel better?”

Softly, your hugged her neck with your arms gently bringing her closer.

“Yeah. Not a hundred percent, but much better.”

She breathed out, relived. But even so, she gently walked with you closer to one sip of the potion already ready for you.

“Still. Take this. Can’t have you feeling worse again.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered.

“Only because I love you.”

As you chugged down the contents of the cup, Agatha observed you from her place at your side, fingers gently stroking your waist. Seeing the color back to your pretty features calmed her chaotic mind, and she was reminded once again how important you were to her. When the potion was done, she pulled you closer, kissing every bit of skin that you showed.

“I love you more, stubborn girl.”

You were going to get better. You wouldn't be her sorrow.

[hihellomy]

SAHSRAU IDEA

WARNING:Religious themes, cult themes, semi existencisl crisis, Boothill leaks(backstory)

Now listen ever since Boothill leaks dropped of his backstory i hated the IPC, and then i went on to learn more about them and damn. If Sahsr were real theyd be dead by now.

Like i take my hatred seriously, i just started Topaz's quest and i was nitpicking the most humbling options and the ones that were most pessimistic towards IPC, i decided to not pull ANY IPC CHARACTER, Topaz, Aventurine, Jade, Im not pulling any of them, f the shield and f the treasure, and my love for Boothill is visible, hes the reason i redownloaded (i was still very much in the tutorial part) and kept the game this time, and while my saving could have been bigger(i got a bit greedy on standard pulls) their at 110 with no pity on both character and weapon banner, i am getting that mf

And thew self aware lenses the Astral express is debating, the IPC arent perfect, yes, but they have friends there, they DID help places, but their grace refused to have anything even remotely positive towards them, should they...cut off all ties? If it pleases their grace maybe, and they cant deny how valid your concerns are, they are bad people, they have disapointed their grace, in fact youd be happy if they got wiped wouldnt you? No, youd want them alive. To torture them, and then... For their last breath will serve as a suficient offering

The IPC meanwhile are sweating bullets, some of them are aware of how rotten they are, some genuanly believe they are good, Topaz unfortunatly falls into the second category, she and Numpy are reaching high and low for only the best treasure for your offerings, pleading, begging you to forgive their actions, and maybe you could, if she felt and never looked back, burning away what was left, Aventurine's hands better off being choped off, its vibrating from panic, hes pacing back and forth, chewing on his glowes, can he even leave if he wanted to? who would he turn to? what would he do then? He may have been blessed by Mama Fengu but you... You are anything else, he doesnt like the IPC either but he knows that if you could, youd travel back in time and give him the coldest responses, and death threats behind that beautiful, safe screen. Jade, Miss Jade, Powerful and in control Jade, knew she was the most screwed from the three, it was no secret, what she did to Aventurine, her slaves, they held their usual expressions but she knew they were smilling on the inside, awaiting your rescuse from her hands, she knows turning over a new lief wasnt an option, youd just laugh at the idea she could reddem what she did, all she can do is call Diamond and seek a solution, what else is there

Boothill, Ive never seen him happier, he cant wait for hes release, for you to come pick him up, get him a brand new gun, give him all those thingamagics to make him stronger, to better make you happy, you care so much about him, hes your favorite, he hopes youll be happy w ith his trial and still choose him, hell do his best there! Oh he can already hear and see it all when the prophecy comes true, for when that stupid, cage breaks.... The wedding bells... The little rascals.... He already has a few names planned! Isnt he so great?

[heartfullofleeches]

[Tldr: Big spider wifey Yan and sweetie little human darling]

W...women... Tiny, kind-hearted Darling who welcomes the bitter rightful hier to their kingdom with open arms after she returns centuries after her trial and execution. Her new form frightens most, but Darling finds her piercing glowing eyes and ashened skin to be quite gorgeous. All those extra limbs she's grown would be wonderful for hugs. As the kingdom runs itself mad trying to find ways to defend themselves from the evil queen, Royal Darling is in their garden creating a bouquet of their favorite flowers to gift to her upon her arrival.

"You there... I've come to take what's mine. Give me my throne or I shall take it along with your head."

"...Okay! When is the wedding?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"T-the wedding?..... Seeing as I am the current ruler the only way you can become Queen now is if we are wed... Oh, is that not what you intended? I'm sorry... "

Darling knows the pain of being rejected by their people as well. Their dislike for their ruler has never reached the same scale as the former Queen's treacherous flock, but had there been anyone else left in Darling's family the crown would have been theirs. Nearly all of Darling's kin had been whipped out by some mysterious plague. Darling is all that's left and there have been whispers throughout the kingdom how unfit they are to wear the crowd for how soft hearted they are."

"hm, you are stronger than you appear. I suppose I can humor you for the rest of your natural life. I and the rest like me will outlive you and your people for eons...."

The Queen planned on killing Darling the day of their wedding. Did this fool truly believe she would want the last remaining member of that bastard bloodline who betrayed her to stay alive? It would be a spectacle for all to see, yet - as they day arrived her withered heart had changed its tune. Everyday since the Queen had agreed to Darling's proposal they waited outside her door with a fresh bouquet and handpicked fruits from their garden. They asked their servants to add minerals and rose petals to her water whenever she bathed so that the cracks in her skin hopefully never worsened. Though she never spoke back much in the beginning, Darling spoke to her as if they were already married.

It was almost.... endearing.

"Do you take this....woman to be your wife?"

"I do."

"And do you take this person to be your spouse?"

"....I do."

How humorous is it the Queen's rage was snuffed by a descendant of the people who made her as she is now. The new queen carries her adorable spouse in her arms every which way she goes. If her spies hear even a word of someone speaking ill of her angel for giving into her wishes so easily she'll have their tongue ripped out and fed to the hounds. The flower crown's Darling makes for her decay within a day's time atop her head yet she wears them with pride till the final petals falls.

[gachagon]

Who had Eva's Blackmail?

Spoilers for Project: Eden's Garden chapter 1

During the first chapter, we're introduced to the Motive for the characters to begin the killing game, which are these envelopes that contain a photo and a message on the back that reveals their "worst" secret. Damon had Wolfgang's, Wolfgang had Jeans, Kai had Cassidy's, Eloise had Grace's, and Eva had Desmond's.

During the class trial, they tried repeatedly to bring up the motives but nobody ever revealed who had who's motive, or what that motive was aside from Wolfgang's. So that begs the question, who had Eva's blackmail? The person she ended up killing didn't have her blackmail, and as far as Damon is aware she was never actually approached by anyone who handed her an envelope. Meaning someone had Eva's blackmail, but then didn't give it to her.

The reason I think it's important to wonder who had Eva's blackmail is because I believe that her "secret" was something that we haven't heard before. Tozu said that all of the secrets were things that everyone had already unknowingly admitted to, and Eva's "biggest" secret (That being that she's not the Ultimate Liar, but really the Ultimate Mathlete) had been revealed to everyone all at once. This would make her envelope being the same information that everyone already knows kind of useless. (That, and Tozu wouldn't put her secret on the school tablet where everyone could just access the information, because it's supposed to be personal blackmail, if everyone can just know in an instant, it's worthless as a motive)

So Eva's secret has to be something that we don't know right now. I don't believe that Eva's secret was that she "Used to eat in the bathroom stalls" either, like some people have proposed. Because Eva told Damon that after the Motives were introduced, not before. Meaning, her secret could only be something from before the motives were introduced, which means it's something we don't know about yet.

If Eva's secret was something that was really just "lame" or embarrassing, I feel like the person who had her envelope would've followed what Wolfgang asked of everyone, which was to just give her her Blackmail. Unless, her secret was something that was really, REALLY bad. In which case, they either held onto it or showed it to Wolfgang.

The reason I think whoever had Eva's blackmail probably showed it to Wolfgang is because Wolfgang made a declaration to Desmond when they discovered that nobody's doors had locks on them. He said to Desmond to just bring any clues or suspicious things to him first next time instead of bothering everyone, and so if the person who received Eva's blackmail was really worried about it and didn't want to confront her about it, I could see them either holding onto it and keeping it a secret, or just showing Wolfgang for peace of mind.

I guess the only reason I'm so fixated on what Eva's secret was is because it could reveal more about her potential motivations. I always thought, much like Wenona pointed out, that her killing Wolfgang and framing Diana over something so frivolous as her own insecurity about her talent is a little stupid. So i just feel there has to be more to it than just that, you know? I also still think Wolfgang's actions during the whole note exchange thing are a bit suspicious in and of itself.

[riicky-ye]

Guys, we don’t talk enough about the depth of Furina’s grief over Focalors. Allow me to fix that.

Imagine: you wake up in the middle of an empty stage, a voice calling you. You don’t know who or what you are, you don’t know where you are, but the voice calls you Furina and you know it’s your name.

Then you see the mirror and there’s you, too! Your name is Furina, then there’s a mirror — the Mirror — talking to you, and of course there’s the lines of a prophecy carved into your very being. You know absolutely nothing besides that. How and why did you get on this stage, how old are you, what’s your favourite colour (you wear blue tailcoat so it must be blue), who named you Furina and where you’ve been before.

Everything is blurry and fogged and your head hurt thinking about it. So you stop thinking. You brush those questions off and try to never recall they exist somewhere in your mind — you have a more important thing to do.

That’s right, your name is Furina, and the Mirror talking to you says you were invited to avert the inevitable doom. She says it in Her soft and compassionate voice, like it’s truly an invitation — but you know you’re meant to take the task. This is why you’re here, on this stage, and how did you get there — it doesn’t matter anymore.

Not long after that, the Mirror turns empty, and now there’s only your puzzled face in the reflection, not the perfect, precious, darling She you just saw. Then you feel it. A weird thing in your chest, chilly and uncomfortable. You don’t know what it is but since then it doesn’t leave you.

You live, you play your part, you learn. You actually like the colour blue, and desserts, and you have a beautiful singing voice, and this it, an unsettling feeling behind your ribcage, is called emptiness.

You accept it as a part of yourself. Just like the way you like the colour blue and the way you can’t die and the way eyebags under your lower lids, already heavy when you wake up on the stage, turns heavier and heavier and darker.

Then there’s a trial — a trial of our god, ladies and gentlemen! — and it means you failed. You look at your people and at first you see their suspicious, hostile gazes, but then you see them as puddles of water on the luxurious opera floor, and it doesn’t matter anymore how much they hate you. They can hate you all they want, just please let them stay alive.

Now you know what the Mirror meant when She said about a magnificent and dramatic trial. You were diligent in your duty, you made sure every proceeding ran in this nation was dramatic enough, you dragged the Witness of Teyvat in court, and then, when it didn’t helped, you did the same with the 11th of the Fatui.

Now you know it wasn’t enough. Now you know why. Now you know…

this is why you’re here, on this stage.

It all makes sense now, and for once in your 500 long years you realize with crystalline certainty what you’re needed to do.

It all makes sense now, so you play your part.

You play your part and you fail. No matter how good you argue, how quick you are to find answers, Witness of Teyvat, the damned Traveler, just overpowers you with the force of their charisma and people’s already existing resentment towards you. You fight, and then you ask, and then you plead, and then you beg them to believe you, and they don’t.

They just don’t believe you.

It seems you spent all your parlour-trick smokemirrors pseudo-magic, and none is left.

It would’ve been such a fitting end for a deceiver such as yourself, if not for the fact that your exposure doomed all those who you loved and cherished. All their precious, darling lives will be lost to the Primordial sea. Your knees give up, and you fall back on your fancy — stupid — chair. The Oratrice stirs alive, ready to deliver the death sentence. You don’t have enough willpower to care, not anymore. You sit and cry on your throne, just as it was foretold . Is this why you’re here?

Gears and cogs and pistons of the intricate system that is the Oratrice work faster and faster, and your vision is suddenly clouded with black, so thick you feel blind, but maybe you just blinked because it doesn’t last more than a fleeting second, and right after that…

Something snaps deep inside your chest, like a string broken.

It hurts so bad you think you’re dying, and at the same time — it doesn’t hurt at all. You feel nothing, and yet, you also feel pain you never felt before, and this lingering emptiness, your loyal friend and closest confidante, it swallows you whole.

You stop breathing, because breathing hurts. You stop moving, and it still hurts. Your head, your throat, your chest, but what hurts the most is a fleeting concept of your useless heart, weeping for a precious thing you never knew, because She, the dearest, the loveliest person you ever saw, was never there with you, not really.

She’s dead, you realise with utmost confidence you always lacked.

She’s dead, and her death reverberates through your whole body like a march, like a tsunami, like an agonising crescendo of rainstorm droplets falling down and washing away all that you held dear.

She’s dead, and you’re not.

Why, you ask yourself, because now you have nobody else to ask.

Hours later, when waters give up on destroying the land and everyone is not dissolved, you meet Neuvillette. There’s no resentment in his eyes, no hatred. Only sadness and exhaustion, and something soft and tender, akin to a pity, so you scowl at him, because you can take his hostility, but he has no rights pitying you.

He tells you a story.

This story’s plot sucks, and the twist is the cheapest tears-squeezing crap you saw only in soap operas.

The precious darling goddess in the Mirror was You this whole time, and it’s hard to wrap your head around it, you’re not sure you understand.

It doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

Funny, you think.

I’m tired, you say. I need some rest, Monsieur Neuvillette.

You return to your suite to pack some of your belongings. You see the Mirror, the same one you ordered to drag all the way from the opera Epiclese to your personal rooms in the first day of your life, and there’s no You in the Mirror, only the same old you.

You’re suddenly reminded about the tiny snap deep in your chest, the mind-shattering non-existent pain. You cover the Mirror with your bedspread, and you leave the suite.

You cover all the mirrors in your new house first thing when you move in.

[goodqueenaly]

What do you think the tone of Cersei's and Jamie's chapters will be in Winds of Winter? Will they be somewhat apocalyptic?

I’m not sure if “apocalyptic” would be exactly the word I would choose, if only because, well, there is a literal apocalypse coming courtesy of the Others sooner rather than later. However, if by “apocalyptic” you mean “momentous”, “catastrophic” and “foreboding imminent disaster or final doom”, then I very much agree. Cersei and Jaime I think are both hurtling toward a terrible, shared climax, one that can only end, as foretold long ago, in violence and death.

For Cersei, I think the tone of her chapters may be briefly triumphant, but will be overall characterized by increasing paranoia of the people and events around her. Though I very much believe Cersei is going to win her trial by combat (whatever her feelings might be toward the trial itself, especially if Lancel is the Faith’s champion), and may have a moment of celebration and validation as a result, Cersei I think will not at all believe her problems are over. The murder of Kevan (likely to be read by Cersei, as prophesied by Varys, as a conspiracy by the newly minted Hand Mace Tyrell), combined with the likelihood that Margaery and her cousins will be acquitted by the Faith, will I think convince Cersei that the fatal (in every sense of the word) danger she believe Margaery poses to her and Tommen is very much still active. Moreover, that internal threat Cersei is going to believe she still faces from the Tyrells (and, not entirely unrelatedly, the Faith and its High Sparrow) is going to be exacerbated by the approaching external threat of Aegon and Arianne. As a result, I think Cersei’s chapters are going to reflect her increasing anxiety and sense of oracular doom - as she realizes (I think) that Arianne is the younger and more beautiful queen, and as she eventually realizes that it is her own once-beloved twin that will fulfill the valonqar prophecy. Speaking of whom …

I find it a bit more difficult personally to predict the tone of Jaime’s chapters, if only because I’m not sure what precisely Jaime’s takeaway will be of his portion of Lady Stoneheart’s plot (especially given that, at least until this point, he’s not quite come to terms with the injustices committed by his father and his family’s faction, himself included). Nevertheless, I do think we’re going to see a tonal shift to determined, resolute fury once Jaime learns about the outcome of Cersei’s trial - which is to say, when Jaime realizes that Cersei has, officially, taken the position that she never so much as looked at Jaime with impropriety (and been legally recognized as such), ostensibly to save her own skin. All of Jaime’s bitter reflections from AFFC and ADWD on Cersei’s infidelity, and all of his murderous musings, are I think going to crystallize into a singular sense of purpose - to return to King’s Landing, not to rescue Cersei as she begged in her letter, but to kill her. And if you need a sense of how dark and disturbing a tone such a moment could have … well, just read about the almost identical murder of Marguerite of Burgundy in The Strangled Queen.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Loyalties chapter 10 🔞

Loyalties Masterlist

CW: check the main masterlist. MDNI. NSFW at the end.

“Bambi, listen to me.” Carrie stands there quietly as she watches her only daughter rip everything off of her wall. Every polaroid and print and keepsake from the powder pink accent wall. “Bambi Castello!” Her voice bellows over the sound of Bambi crying.

Bambi stops dead in her tracks, her hand hovering over the photo of her and König. It was one of her favorite photos from the slow trailing year of him courting her. It was at the recommitment ceremony of her brothers and their mates. Everyone that evening had their eyes on her and König, people whispering that Antony and Carrie chose well. All of them unaware that it was Bambi who picked König, and that her parents were weary until he proved himself capable after saving her life.

This was back early in the courtship when things were fun, bright, and whimsical. In the photo the two were holding each other in a lover's embrace. The memory is a stark contrast to bruises on her now. His hand print is on her neck, it covers her airway entirely, a reminder that he could have killed her and then nobody would have her. In the photo, they stare at each other. They had been slow dancing to ‘Dangerously in love', the version by Destiny's Child, because Symphony said it was the better version. That night was the first time König said he loved her and would do anything to keep her.

Anything also meant trying to strangle her into submission when she wouldn't drop out of school for him, wouldn't let him mark her, or run away with him, and that she was done with his pestering. He only stopped choking her when he realized what it was he was doing. He had yanked back and pulled her into his arms. Apologies spilling from his mouth in broken German and English, he rocked her back and forth, begging for her forgiveness. Tried kissing her face, licking away the tears, overwhelm her scent of fear with his sorry excuse for comfort. She had pulled away and stood on shaky legs and bolted from her room, crying for anyone that wasn't him.

Bambi's neck still hurt and her eyes were swollen from crying. It's only been a few hours since she stopped Xavier from killing who he considered an older brother. König had been confronted, he admitted to hurting her, and her father tried to tell him it was going to be okay. They would all work through this as a family, come out the other side whole and intact. Carry on like this was just a blip in the relationship and that all couples had trials.

König wanted someone with a good aim to put him down like the dog he was. Bambi, even though she was in pain, skinned alive, cut open, bleeding, raw, had to stop the hastily asked for execution. She only wanted him gone, out of her life, she was still in love with him, even though he almost crushed her windpipe.

“What is it mom?” Bambi asked after a moment. Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't turn her eyes from the photo.

“Don't throw any of it away. He didn't mean to.”

“He strangled me when he didn't get his way.”

“He loves you so much that he wants to be with you desperately.”

“I'm your daughter-”

“He's a good man Bambi. Don't let this one slip up, dictate everything and erase all that has happened.”

Bambi couldn't believe what she was hearing with her own two ears. “Mom-”

“No, you listen to me. He is a good man for you and for this life you are in. He is strong, protective, and will give you many strong babies. He has proven that he can navigate being a Castello, he wants in and wants your last name. Take some time apart.”

“How am I supposed to take advice about love from a woman who let her husband run around?”

“Bambi, there's a lot you don't know about me and your father. We love each other and though we drift apart we always come back together. If we didn't, we wouldn't have Malik, Aaron and you.”

Xoxo

Bambi slowly comes to, from her dissociation. She has that pink letter in her hands, worrying the edges. Every now and then when her emotions got high with the ever looming anniversary of when things fell apart, she would miss him. Miss how he would massage her feet and then tickle them. He actually insisted on always painting her nails after her pedicure. He claimed that he enjoyed serving her in any way she needed. Trailing kisses from her ankle, up her leg, to the inside of her thigh, and then finally pressing a kiss to the center of her panties. He always kept his intense stare on her, watching for all of the reactions on her face. He would call her his golden sun, his own slice of heaven.

Her body misses him, her memories of him clouded by lust and nostalgia. Summer evenings, spent on the back porch, in each other's arms just watching the sun set. Hot sun bleached sands beneath their feet on the family's private beach. Bambi would insist they escape the responsibilities that he had with her, and that when her father eventually scolded them, Bambi would pout and say it's her fault. She's technically his boss, he can't say no to her, let her abuse her power in peace. Then they all would laugh, her father, mother, König and herself.

Bambi sighed and folded the letter up. It was the last day they had to prepare for the pink and white party. She took the liberty of asking her little boot camp if they would like to attend, after an impromptu laser tag date with Johnny. Get them all used to her family and the extravagant foolishness that was a Castello party. Her phone dings letting her know that the guys would be there shortly to pick her up. She insisted on making them get party attire that matches the theme, Kyle was the only one to understand the importance of a color coordinated event. It was also a chance for her to show them that she could care for their needs. Courtship had to go both ways after all, and her mother always said men had to be upgraded by their women, since they almost never knew how to do right on their own.

“Bambi!” Gloria shouted up the stairs, “their truck just pulled up!’

Bambi sighs, throwing on her shoes and leaving the sanctuary of her room. She took in the scores of flowers wrapped around the staircase banner. The balloon trellises throughout the house, all in the colors of Barbie pink, soft pink, white and gold. A pink carpet ran through the house leading to the backyard where the main festivities would be. Things such as a mini ferris wheel, petting zoo and pony rides, plenty of yard and carnival games, a dance floor and the stage where the DJ would go.

Symphony was yelling at Aaron and Xavier, something about the two of them getting the wrong bounce house reserved, because why are they setting up an ugly Christmas themed bounce house? The boys promise to get it sorted out and the Barbie Dream Home bounce house will be up before eleven in the morning. Bambi, finds that that will be a feat, because everyone in the pack runs on colored people time, so this set back will have the party start at 3p instead of 1pm and the party won't be over until midnight, God willing. Everyone knows the adult party will start as soon as the spades, dominoes, and the open bar opens at 6p. Then the children will all be ushered inside, upstairs to tear apart the nursery and crash from a sugar high.

Outside there are other hired workers setting up other decorations, really turning their home into a doll house. In the driveway she sees Malik leaning against the driver's side of the truck that holds her little boot camp. He's talking to them, head tipped back in laughter. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his little cigar case, offering John one.

“Don't let BamBam talk you guys into wearing whatever she picks out. Make sure you put your foot down.” Malik snickers as he lights his own cigar. He looks at his sister with a raised brow and smirk of knowing on his face. Already, just shy of over a week into this year-long courtship, he likes John the most. Says that he is trustworthy and is a genuinely good man, albeit a bit secretive, but they all are, so who cares.

(Aaron gets along best with Johnny and Kyle. Earlier in the week when they both came to kidnap her for a random movie night, Aaron insisted they all trade numbers and he would teach them how to prank Bambi, really learn how to get on her nerves.)

(Bambi knows Aaron, Kyle, and Johnny, have a lame group chat together. Filled with lame jokes, and advice from Aaron on how to win her over.)

(Xavier, while he hates them all equally, begrudgingly respects Simon and even that is tense. He even mumbled once that he'd be a good hire for his business.)

“Malik shut up.” Bambi rolls her eyes and shoves him out of the way. She leans into the driver's window and kisses John on the cheek. “I won't make you guys dress in something that isn't attractive. After all, I'm the target audience.”

John smiles at her and appreciates that he is always greeted first. A sweet little thing that has latched on to the fact that he is somewhat of a traditionalist. The understanding that her Captain gets the first kiss, “Hop in Sweetheart, we're burning daylight.”

“Have fun BamBam, oh and while you're out, Gloria wants you to pick up the drink order from the liquor store.” Malik states as he watches Bambi climb into the back. An eager Johnny already pressing kisses to her face and whining about missing her.

“Is it already paid for?” Bambi asked as she giggles at the kisses, “and what's in the order?”

“Hennessey, Don Julio, and honestly that's all I made sure to make sure was on the list. Not sure what else Gloria ordered.” Malik shrugged. “Maybe she also got Taylor Port, I don't know Bam.”

“Well, at least we know there will be fights starting as soon as 5:45pm shows up.” She shook her head. Johnny closes the door and Malik waves them off as the truck drives down the driveway.

“How big is this party?” Kyle asks as he snaps her seatbelt on. “It seems like a bit much for two seven year olds.” He then kisses her on the cheek.

“Yea Bonnie, tha much booze fora kid's party”

“You're under the impression that it will stay that way.” She huffed, “the party for the kids will be ending at 5:30pm. Hopefully all of our more delicate guests will have left by then. We have family flying in from the Americas, people from Gloria's and Symphony's birth packs, some of Aaron's friends, a few of Malik's. I'm praying that Xavier's people from his business don't show up but hey who knows, boy is a mystery when it comes to his social circle.”

Johnny hums as he drapes his arm around her, legs spreading out so that his knee bumps into hers. He's always looking to invade her space, touch her, be on her if he can't be in her. He inhales deeply, the scent of cocoa butter and vanilla and it goes straight to cock. She's been teasing them all since they all initially fucked her. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about how his Simon looked fucking into her that night. It's one thing to experience the big guy, another to actually see it. On their date to go laser tagging, she wore a skirt and under it, the world's sluttiest pair of panties. Somehow he ended up getting her to give them to him and while he wanted more, wanted to bury his face in her pussy, she denied him. So he kept her panties, wrapped them around his cock as soon as he got into his room and rutted into his fist to thoughts of his bonnie lass, and how her nails felt gripping his mohawk.

“Johnny, what's going through that dirty head of yours?” Bambi lays her hand on his upper thigh, dangerously close to where his cock is starting to harden.

He feels his cheeks warm up and he knows he is caught. Kyle is laughing at him, calling him a perv, Simon grunts and shakes his head and Cap is looking at him via the rear view mirror. Johnny looks back at his Bonnie and is reminded of their last conversation.

“Johnny” She had said in a sultry voice, they were parked down the road from her house. Both of them were sweaty from chasing each other during their laser tag date. She was perched so pretty in his lap, her lip gloss gone because he licked it off her during their kiss. “Sometimes I enjoy just being told what to do and then being made to do it.”

Johnny is staring now, he knows he is. They still have about thirty minutes before they get to the shops, and that's not counting the traffic. He is quiet for once while Bambi goes back to chatting with the others about clothing sizes. She says something about having already ordered Simon something pink to wear that would help him relax.

“You already got me something, Princess?” Simon turns slightly to look at her.

“Yeah, I got you a pink shiesty.” She nods her head.

Kyle groans, “It's called a balaclava Dove.”

“It will cover his face no matter what we call it and it's pink so it matches the theme. I even stitched a little skull on the cheek.” She playfully nudges Kyle in the arm, “besides what do I look like calling it baklava.”

“You got me a mask?” Simon's voice is low and there's a bit of confusion.

Bambi pulls out her phone and shows Simon what has to be a picture of the mask she got him. “Yeah, I picked up that having your face uncovered makes you tense and agitated. Not sure why you feel the need to hide such a handsome face, but I'm at least gonna make sure you can be comfortable and still participate.”

The car is quiet for a beat. Everyone just kinda took in what she said. Johnny feels like she ripped the rug clean from under him, all of them really. He feels the urge to fuck her silly, just the idea of their omega looking out for their comfort makes him tingle. Usually it's him doing that for the team, but right at this moment, he wants to reward her. Encourage the behavior, let her know they appreciate it.

“Did I cross a line?” Bambi asks, she's looking at everyone, slightly worried.

Johnny reaches over her and undoes her seat belt and shoves her down into Kyle's lap. She flails for a moment before Kyle gets her situated, already knowing what's about to happen. Johnny flips up the cute flowy skirt, slides it up her gorgeous brown thighs. The panties she wears today are neon pink and more lace than anything. Does she purposely wear such scandalous knickers under skirts and dresses? He strips them off of her, hands them to Simon, and he ignores Bambi's protest to give them back.

In fact she squirms and wriggles, “Johnny we don't have time.” She gasps as he gives a few kitten links to her clit.

“Ye’re gonna let me eat this pussy an’ ye're gonna sit back an’ enjoy it.” He isn't asking her, he's telling her just like she told him to do a few days ago. Then after he has his face buried completely between her thighs. He drags his tongue over her hole, dips it in to taste the beginning of her slick dripping from her.

A groan escapes him as he pushes his tongue into her. He slurps and sucks on her, kisses her clit before he sucks that too between his lips. Normally he would tease her, but this is a reward. He wants to thank her for caring about and looking after the group's most closed off and guarded member. The alpha in him purrs at the sound of her gasps and whines as she shudders against her pleasure. With each suck he gives her, his tongue flattens against her pearl and flicks up and then down.

“Lovie, please” She presses her hips up and Johnny pushes them back down into the leather seats. He doubles his efforts at the sound of his actual title leaving her lips. He'll reward her for that too, and two of his fingers slip into her warm wet cunt immediately.

“You're such a sweet little omega.” Kyle kisses her cheek and then turns her head to kiss her deeply on the lips. He sucks on her tongue, his hands wandering under her shirt to shove up her bra and pluck her nipples. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips hovering close to hers, “Already looking out for us, a true little gift you are.”

Bambi tries to close her legs but Johnny won't let her. He's ravenous with drinking up her slick as it spills out around each thrust of his fingers. He wishes it was his cock inside of her feeling the rhythmic clenching of her insides. He wiggles his fingers each time they are shoved into her, searching for that spot that will make her cream for him. He wants her to squirt on his face, fuck the shopping trip. He unlatches his mouth from her clit the second she wails out in pleasure.

“Fuck did I fin’ your sweet spot Bonnie?” He teased, his breathing was erratic as he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her. The squelch of her pussy was music to his ears. “fuck I think she likes it.”

“Lovie, I can't, please Lovie!” Bambi is in hysterics as he forces her towards her orgasm as quickly as possible.

“Yea ye can, I just wannae make ye feel good.” He leans back down and licks up her slick from his wrist all the way up to her clit. When he's got enough on his tongue he pulls Kyle into a kiss. He wants to give his girl a show and it works from how she gasps and moans at the display.

“Oh fuck!” Bambi cums with a shout. Her body trembles with the waves of her orgasm but Johnny keeps the pressure of his fingers in her.

In and out, in and out. His thumb presses against her clit, drawing out her pleasure. The sounds of her whimpers and cries for mercy makes him proud and restless. He made her cum that hard and he is feeling a smug satisfaction about it. Bambi calms down and her body relaxes, he slowly slips his fingers from her. Without thinking, he shoves them into his own mouth and sighs at the taste of her. The taste of his darling bonnie omega.

“Wh- what was that for?” Bambi asks as she tries to catch her breath.

“Just ma thankin ye for lookin out for Si.” He answers with an impish smile.

“I'll be sure to do that more often then. Can I have my panties back?” She sits up and leans against Kyle. “I have on a skirt.”

“No.” John says before anyone else can answer, “Your skirt is long enough.”

She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes, “What if someone sees?”

“You act as if the four of us can't deter others from looking at what's ours. So like he said…you're not getting them back.” Simon teases her, but there is truth to that statement.

Bambi pouts and turns her nose up, “All of you suck, I'm not even gonna go easy on y’alls pockets like I was gonna do.”

Everyone laughs as the truck pulls into a parking spot.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

I already did something a bit like this for Jesper, I didn’t think we’d have to be back here again but here we go:

NINA ZENIK IS NOT JUST COMEDIC RELIEF.

Spoilers for the whole series ahead, also warning for discussing Nina’s trauma (and a bit of Matthias’ as well but not in much detail)

Nina has no recollection of what her life looked like before she taken from her home at about 3 and raised in the military of an abusive government to become a child soldier under a compulsory draft for all Grisha in Ravka. When she was around fourteen Nina and a group of other children also being raised to be child soldiers were abducted by the Darkling and held captive at Keramzin, where we know little of what they underwent. This abusive government had so greatly manipulated Nina that by the time she was rescued and the compulsory draft against her people was lifted, her patriotism had become so intense that she begged (remember she was still a child at this time) to be sent on military missions where she would convince other Grisha to join the army. And on one of these missions, when Nina was sixteen, she was taken captive by Drüskelle; by an order of Witch-hunters purposefully constructed for the destruction of her people. And so terrified of implicating and endangering her compatriots she was, Nina did not cry for help.

Nina was held in a cage beneath the deck of a ship with several other Grisha, presumably for a minimum of two weeks, and treated like an animal. During those two weeks the Grisha on the ship were rarely fed, were rarely given access to clean water (Nina begging Matthias to bring them water ends up being what saved her life), were given nowhere to relieve themselves, underwent theats, violence, and dehumanisation, and travelled that entire time with the knowledge that when they reached their destination they would be put on trial and sentenced to death. Almost upon their arrival to Fjerda, the ship feel victim to a massive storm. If it weren’t for the jagged edge of the cup Matthias had given her that Nina used to cut through her bonds, she would have drowned to death in a cage. As it was, she was one of two survivors from the entire vessel and her singular companion was a Drüskelle. Nina and Matthias had to rely on each other, on someone part of the very thing they each identified as their abuser, not only to swim to shore, but to survive for weeks on end afterwards as they travelled across the ice. And in that time, Nina was able to find something in Matthias that she thought was impossible.

Matthias was like her. Matthias had gone through something so similar, and yet so horrifyingly different to her, and where Nina had come to hate and fear his people out of necessity he had come to hate and fear hers through the death of his family followed by years of manipulation and abuse at the hands of his government as it raised him to become a child soldier. And Nina and Matthias were able to look at each other, at 16 and 17 in the most horrendous hellish experience they could have fathomed, and learn who each other truly were. And they knew it would be harder for Matthias, they knew the things he had done - even though he admitted to himself he had never wanted to do them - were going to be so much harder to accept and to unlearn and to move away from. But they had a chance.

And then Nina, believing she had no other options left when Grisha were threatening to kill Matthias, betrayed him - and in doing so, she knew full well, was forced to betray herself. She fought for his freedom for a year, staying in Kerch when she could have just gone home, endangering her life and getting herself in debt to a gang leader in her attempts to save him, knowing all the while that Matthias would not forgive her and would, she now believed, never have the chance to undo all the hatred that had been forged upon him and learn to be the boy he could have been without the abuse of Jarl Brum. And when she finally managed to help him escape, the first thing he did was try to choke her to death.

Nina, now 17, travelled back not just to the country she was to be killed in and that she was shipwrecked and stranded in, but to the very place where her death sentence would have been held: The Ice Court. She was part of the crew that broke in and out of the most fortified prison in the world, and whilst she was there she learnt the Drüskelle leader, who had killed hundreds of her people and abused Matthias for years on end, whom she believed had drowned on the shipwreck a year ago was not only still alive but had also begun to experiment on her people with an impossibly addictive and life-endangering drug to use them as slaves in his army - in his words “these creatures were made to be weapons”. Only minutes after learning this she believes Matthias has betrayed her and that she will be the next victim of the drug, only for him to attack Jarl Brum, save her life, and vow that he will do everything in his power to learn how to change, and that he will protect her for the rest of their lives.

But upon their escape of the Ice Court, Nina (still seventeen) realised that she and her friends were trapped by the Drüskelle and had no options left but to be taken captive and/or killed (I’m mostly putting the and/or there for Kuwei, I expect the others would’ve been killed where they stood). So Nina turned around and took the drug, unbelievably addictive and life-endangering after a single exposure, so that she would have enough power to save her friends’ lives. She spent the following weeks/months horrendously ill, battled addiction for months on end following it, suffered the fear of her closest friend being kidnapped and knowing she was unable to help, and for long periods of time basically waiting for the drug to kill her. Nina survived, but then she had new problems to contend with. She found that the drug had altered her Grisha power, something not only that she had defined herself by her entire life but also what she had been taught was why she was valued. Nina felt that she was no longer part of the world she grew up in and relied upon, but over time as Matthias unlearned everything he’d been through and began to plan to change a nation’s thinking, Nina learned to accept, use, and love her newfound power.

They had such a chance, they had so much ahead of them, they could have done so much together. And then Matthias was shot and killed by a Drüskelle child soldier (I think he was 14?) who was being manipulated and abused the same way he once was whilst Matthias tried to convince him to change his mind, and then he died in Nina’s arms. Matthias was 18. Nina was 17.

NINA IS IN FOUR BOOKS. WHAT I’VE SAID SO FAR IS ONLY FROM TWO OF THEM.

It has been a long time since I read KoS/RoW and also I’ve been going on for way too long so this is going to be in a nutshell but here we go: Nina was sent on another mission to Fjerda by the Ravkan government, to give her the opportunity to bury Matthias at home and to gather intelligence on the country. She begins to develop feelings for Hanne, a Grisha heartrender hiding their abilities in order to survive, only to discover that Hanne is JARL BRUM’S CHILD. She meets the Drüskelle who killed Matthias and endangers herself on a daily basis living with the Brum family hiding who she really is. And as the situation only gets more and more complicated and the intelligence she’s gathering only starts running deeper and deeper, Nina ends up stuck with the Fjerdan government IN the Ice Court, hiding who she is and her abilities, alongside Hanne doing the same, FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE.

And yet through everything Nina continues to be unbelievably strong, in every sense of the word, she is compassionate and wonderful and brave and yes, she’s quick-witted and flirty and she loves a good joke but that isn’t all she is, that’s a testament to her ability to maintain herself and her core of who she is after going through so much.

PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU, STOP REDUCING NINA ZENIK TO COMEDIC RELIEF. NINA IS FUNNY AND FLIRTY AND SHE LOVES JOKES, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT’S ALL SHE IS

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can i please request feysand x reader where she’s super shy and an extreme introvert, she doesn’t talk that much and she often hides behind rhysands or feyres wings when they’re talking to someone/ when reader becomes overwhelmed. They speak mind to mind since they’re mates so they’ll often speak for her, like at restaurants, they know what to get reader. At meetings at hewn city she’s often waiting in their room/stands very far away from the dais, usually with nesta and cassian. Maybe she overhears keir or some lord speak ill about feyre and rhysand and for the first time in readers life she loses it, absolutely cusses him out and at first he doesn’t realize who she is but then he realizes and is forced to do an humilitaing apology to them infront of everyone in the room❤️❤️ protective reader is givinggggg

Feysand x shy!reader hc

A/n: I feel like I made this way too detailed and long but oh well. I couldn’t stop myself

Warnings: slight angst

You had been part of the inner circle forever

You met Rhys when you were children. Your dad worked for Rhys’s dad so you were forced to do your lessons with Rhys

Your parents wanted you to socialize more since you didn’t have any friends. Their compromise was putting you in private lessons with Rhys

His wings scared you and you wouldn’t even look at him. You just kept your head down and did your work

Rhys was always nice to you and he wanted to be your friend. One afternoon when the teacher left you two alone he went and stood in front of your desk until you talked to him

From that day on you became best friends

Over the years you developed a crush on him but kept it to yourself

When he went under the mountain you were distraught and inconsolable. You wouldn’t even let Mor into your room during the first few months

After 50 long years Rhys finally came home and when he told you all about his mate what remained of your heart shattered

He started spending time with you again though, he showed you images of Feyre from right before he left

You couldn’t believe this stunning human girl was turned into an even more beautiful version of herself

You wanted to know her so badly. When sleep evaded you and Rhys you’d beg him to show you memories of her beating Amaranth’s trials. Feyre was absolutely amazing

When Feyre came to Velaris and after the war with Hybern you became very close friends

Feyre is gentle and knows how to talk and be with people, it’s one of the reasons you developed a crush on her

It drove you crazy that you had fallen in love with this mated couple and you had such a hard time/fear of telling them

Against your better judgment you went to Rhys. He’s your best friend he wouldn’t be mad, Rhys would help he always helps

Entering his office you see Feyre is with him but you still force yourself to go in and face this

“Y/n, we wanted to talk with you. Please sit.” Rhys says with a smile on his face

That instantly made you want to throw up but you kept a brave face

You showed them your feelings, you didn’t trust yourself to speak

Once you were done the pair sat on either side of you on the couch hugging you. A few tears slipped from your eyes, “I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barley above a whisper

“For what?” Feyre asked. “If I’m a problem.” Your lip trembled as your eyes met her blue ones. “Sweetie you are not a problem.” She kissed your forehead and hugged you to her chest

To your surprise, your relationship with them is what they wanted to talk with you about. You spent hours in Rhys’s office talking about being with him and Feyre

By the end you were so relieved they felt the same way. It took a few weeks to establish a good dynamic but once you got into it, it was like you never left the honeymoon phase

They’re very protective of you

Which means the rest of the IC is very protective of you

Feyre has beat up someone for being mean to you about being so quiet

You very rarely speak, only at family dinners and with just Rhys and Feyre

You typically sit out of high lord meetings

The one time you did go it was very overwhelming for you and Helion tried to smile at you and you truly didn’t know what to do

You had moved yourself so far into Rhys’s side of his wings were out you wouldn’t have been seen

Since you’re so quiet you’re able to sneak up on Rhys and Feyre

Every time you do they jump and it makes you laugh

The two of them love going into Velaris

Shopping and going out to restaurants always drain your social battery but you don’t mind going with them

It’s easy to communicate with their daemati powers especially when you don’t want to talk

You can always let Rhys or Feyre know what you want to get and they’ll order it for you

Sometimes when you talk with others you forget never everyone can talk with their minds

Cassian asked you a question once and you just looked at him, answered in your head, and went back to whatever you were doing

You realized that you didn’t give him an answer and apologized for 3 days straight

Rhys and Feyre love their people so of course they stop and talk to everyone they can in town

You smile and greet them as well but as the conversation goes on you tend to grip one of their hands or arms as you drift to stand behind them

Since you sit out high lord meetings you also typically don’t go to the Hewn City

If you do you usually stay in the Moonstone palace until it’s time to go home

The one time you did go to a dinner was a borderline disaster

You were standing off to the side of the room with Amren while the party was in full swing

You wanted to ask Amren who everyone was coming up to Feyre and Rhys but you were too nervous to ask her. A little while later you noticed that one of the males, who was speaking to them for quite a while, was loudly complaining about Rhys. And he especially did not like Feyre

Hearing enough of this morons blatant lies you snapped. Amren was so shocked, she had never heard you speak so much or so loudly. “How dare you speak of your High Lord and Lady that way! You’re lucky the High Lord doesn’t have his general take your tongue–“

Before you could keep yelling Rhys appeared next to you dragging you away

They we’re both very proud of you for yelling at Kier. Mor even gave you a big hug since she despises her father.

What you were not super happy about was apologizing to Kier on the throne. Rhys needed Kier on his good side so you would do this for him

Feyre was mad at him for making you apologize so for the rest of the night Feyre kept you close to her and you cuddled with just her in bed. Rhys was less than happy to be forced to stay on his side of the bed

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Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

[razberrypuck]

trying to decipher how qcharlie feels abt qmariana and honestly I DO think he still loves him. I DO think he still cares about him. when roier brought up mariana wanting charlie there when he logged on again, charlie (though he didn't really believe roier at first) liked the idea, and begged roier not to make him sound too desperate or into the idea simply because charlie isn't sure where their relationship is at right now. he does care about her, still -- but with flippa coming back into his life, it resurfaced a lot of feelings charlie buried a long time ago.

because he never forgave mariana for their daughters' deaths. or for how absent he believed she was in flippa's life. or for how absent she's been, when charlie needed her support. he understands flippa's deaths were accidental. he understands that mariana was more present than charlie made him out to be. he understands that mariana never meant to hurt him by vanishing into thin air. but he never forgave him for it. after the trial, he just ignored it, because flippa's back and she wants her parents to get along and that's all that matters. after flippa's last death, after the funeral, he pushed it all down as deep as he could because mariana needed him. mariana was all he had. and finally, finally things were going well between them -- why would he bring up all that pain and hurt? why would he acknowledge it, hurt mariana all over again, when she's the only thing he had left TO care about?

I mean, just the way he was talking about mariana during the "trust" stream was more bitter than it has been in a long time. the same man who wordlessly put mariana's axe up on his wall, next to their daughter's first knife -- twice, he went off on a tirade, calling mariana his bitch fucking cheating ass whore wife, and asked roier not to tell him about flippa. because no matter how much he cares about mariana, charlie doesn't trust her.

flippa being back has dragged up a LOT of feelings that charlie has refused to process up until this point, and that's why his opinions on mariana flipped so suddenly. now flippa's back, and now all that anger he felt, everything that drove him to lashing out at all the other eggs after flippa's first death; all of his previous behavior that made the other islanders dislike him, that he "grew out of" through months of near-total isolation -- now that's coming back, too. slowly, slowly bubbling to the surface, out of desperation to protect his daughter. yes, he's happy, but he's also paranoid. he's more than willing to interrupt sidebars that he thinks are about his daughter, or conversations others are having with her. he threatens those he believes may want to do her harm. he picks up on a lot more than other islanders think he does. because he doesn't give a shit about what these people think of him. he has his daughter back. he doesn't need to cling to these people to feel wanted, to feel loved. he doesn't need to cling to his and mariana's relationship.

does he care about his friends? his missing nieces and nephews? his spouse? absolutely.

he just cares about flippa more.

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IT IS DONE!!!! NIMONA STARWARS AU!!!!!!!!!

Ok so the story of this au! (or at least what I’ve been able to think up)

Time line: the clone wars doesn’t start until Ballister and Ambrosius are about to become Jedi knights

Ballister and Ambrosius where both trained by the great Jedi master Gloreth (yea she had 2 padawans! So what!!)

At some point Gloreth and the boys are on a mission, Ambrosius is currently separated from his Master and Ballister, and Gloreth and Ballister get jumped by separatists 

When Ambrosius finally is able to find them, he see’s his master dead on the ground and Ballister holding both his own and her lightsaber with a rage in eyes

Ballister was arrested by republic authorities for suspicion of murdering his Master

(Cue that Ahsoka arc)

Ballister try’s to reason with the authorities and tell them who actually killed her, but to no avail

The Jedi council is no help either. They hold their own trial for him, he tried to reason with the council as well.

“Please Masters! Im begging you to believe me! I would never kill my master” “Ambrosius would say different.” “What..?” “When he found you, he sensed hatred. Anger” “please if you’d let me explain!” “We’ve hear enough. You Ballister boldheart, are no longer apart of this order.”

Ambrosius begrudgingly told the council that he saw the hate in ballisters eyes that day

The day before Ballister was supposed to be put on trial before the senate, he was able to escape and get off coruscant

Ambrosius was made a Jedi knight and a few days after bal escaped the clone wars stared

Note: Ballister and Ambrosius were not in a relationship cuz Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments but they do have HUGE crushes on each other

~a few years later~ (maybe like 2 years)

Ballister has become a bounty hunter and has his own ship, bal doesn’t use his lightsaber but he has it unconstructed on his belt (like kanan)

I don’t really have a idea on how Nimona and Ballister met but it was probably on a job. It’s a good thing ballister has a extra room on his ship!!

Nimona did the foundling thing but the opposite way, child adopting the parent

Ok that’s all I got for now! Also I got no clue on how ballister lost his arm.

And as always I’m always open to suggestions!! I love hearing other people’s ideas!