#baddest bitch of the realm

[daemyrarule]

Rhaenyra Targaryen  +  hairstyles

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K'yorl Odran

I googled this bitch and there was like 10 google image results but its okay. I will be the first Kyorl fan <3

[silentgrim]

nothing will scare me more than the bad bitch who plays the sims 4 vanilla

[drbtinglecannon]

Hunter having a mom & a dad that not only aren't in a relationship but have not even met each other, and he only acquired both within the last couple months

VS

Amity only having a dad now because she & the rest of the family disowned her mom a couple months ago and they're all far better off from it

[wraithee]

Aziraphale will definitely be acting insufferable in heaven, because not only did he get THE promotion, but Crowley kissed him before he went up there. As far as he’s concerned he’s the baddest bitch in that apple store looking celestial realm.

[dragonanon]

can you do a chapter based on your Death!Reader and God!Brother hcs where Death wakes up from her sleep and goes to Heaven to check up on her brother's children and everyone is obviously terrified of her?

Hmmm…I’m not typically one to do requests because the urge to write is so sporadic and random for me. BUT I have been thinking about the initial confrontation in Heaven for a while now, so here are some head cannons for that. >w>

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- It’s a typical perfect day in Heaven…Until it isn’t. Having seen what had become of your realm and learning Heaven was to blame for it, you’re on your way to rip someone a new asshole.

- Screams erupt from the Angels as the ground begins to shake and the bright sky darkens. Sera and Emily rush out just in time to join the Angels in watching in abject terror as a massive pool of darkness forms on the ground, and from it slowly rises a menacing figure.

- The figure is massive, and it only continues to rise until even the tallest building barely reaches its hips. Its six long horns twist and arch toward the sky, only making the figure appear even taller. Upon reaching its full height, the figure spreads its six mighty wings, each one sporting a menacingly sharp claw and all as shrouded in darkness as the rest of the figure.

- As its wings blot out the sun further, the figure opens its many blazing white eyes; two where you’d normally expect to see eyes, a third in the center of its forehead, and dozens more scattered across its wings and body.

- Sera lost all color as soon as she saw the figure rising, and somehow lost even MORE color when the figure opened all of its eyes. She looks like she shit herself, and Emily is panicking, trying desperately to get Sera to tell her what’s going on; she’s never seen the older Seraph look so terrified.

- With this unimaginably imposing figure now looming over Heaven, Adam decides this is the PERFECT time to attack, having been dumb enough to think this was a Demon attacking Heaven.

- The exorcists fly up towards the figure, ready to attack. This only angers the figure further however, and with a rumble that shakes the ground itself, the figure merely flaps its wings; creating a gust of wind so powerful it knocks all the exorcists back onto the ground.

- It’s at this point Sera FINALLY snaps out of it, rushing to Adam in mad panic and damn nearly strangling him while telling him to call off the exorcists. Which he does, albeit with some reluctance.

- This doesn’t stop him from asking Sera what gives, and her response is “Adam you absolute fucking fool, that is DEATH!”

- Now it’s Adam’s turn to look like he shit himself. “Death? As in, “the big man himself’s younger sister” Death?? As in, “the baddest bitch you’ve EVER seen, but can kill ANYTHING by just touching it” Death??? THAT fucking Death????” Ignoring that last statement, Sera’s frantic nodding in confirmation confirms to Adam that he has indeed fucked up. Big time. Adam then proceeds to lose all color in his face and practically cowers behind Sera as she cautiously approaches you, mentally preparing herself to be reaped on the spot.

- Back to your perspective however, you’re fucking PISSED. So pissed that you don’t even notice or stop to think that most of Heaven’s inhabitants likely have NO CLUE who you are, and are likely legitimately fearing for their lives. Meanwhile for all the older Angels and Angelic beings who’ve been alive long enough to have known you before you went to sleep, like Sera, they’re all still very much afraid, but it’s more in line with the “oh shit mom’s home early and she saw the mess we made in the kitchen, she’s gonna kill us!” kind of fear.

- The fact that they sent exorcists at you makes you even angrier. Like for starters, how fucking weak do they think you are that you could be stopped by just some low level Angelic beings with pointy sticks?? And then the audacity to even attack you to begin with, like THEY weren’t the ones who fucked up and you’re just some kind of strange intruder needing to be slain?? The INDIGNITY of it all!

- Your voice booms throughout Heaven, making even the ground tremble at the sheer intensity of it. “WHO DID IT?” You’re met with only silence, so you ask again with more force. “MY REALM IS A COMPLETE MESS WITH MILLIONS OF DISPLACED SOULS RIGHT NOW. SO AGAIN I ASK, WHICH ONE OF YOU FLAT FOOT CHILDREN DID THIS?!”

- Sera replies, voice trembling slightly. “Are…Are you talking about the exterminations? “IF THAT IS WHAT YOU’RE CALLING THIS MOCKERY OF MY WORK, THEN YES.” Sera looks visibly confused and concerned. “But…That SHOULDN’T be possible!…The exterminations KILL the Sinners; their souls should be gone, not stuck in Limbo! There has to be some kind of mistake here!”

- Hearing this, you can’t help but let out a brief but harsh cackle, making the ground jolt from the abruptness. “DEAR YOU HONESTLY THINK A SOUL COULD BE SO EASY TO DESTROY? A SOUL IS A POWERFUL THING FOR A REASON CHILD, IF THEY WERE SO EASILY DESTROYED THEN NONE OF YOU WOULD BE STANDING HERE BEFORE ME NOW!…SO ONCE AGAIN, WHO. DID. THIS?! AND SO HELP ME, IF I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES.”

- Whilst Sera is dumbfounded by this revelation, Adam sees a golden opportunity to save his ass and points at Sera. “I-It was her! Yeah it was all fucking HER idea! I-I tried to tell her it was stupid, b-but she just REALLY wanted to go down and kill those bast- Demons! Yeah she REALLY wanted to kill all those poor Demons, can ya fucking believe this shit?!”

- Before Sera can defend herself, the darkness seems to intensify, and she can just FEEL every one of your eyes glaring daggers into her. “SERA…YOU SIGNED OFF ON THIS?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, I EXPECTED SO MUCH BETTER FROM YOU! I LEFT EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVEN AND HELL TO WORK TOGETHER TO SORT SOULS FOR THIS VERY REASON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF THESE BARBARIC “EXTERMINATIONS”, YOU’VE COMPLETELY DESTROYED THE BALANCE I WORKED SO HARD TO CREATE AND MAINTAIN. I HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF, BECAUSE I’M CERTAINLY NOT!”

- It’s a strange and mildly amusing sight to see the head seraph get scolded like a misbehaving child by this massive dark entity. But here we are anyway!

- At one point during the tongue lashing you’re giving to your niece, Emily buts in and asks for an explanation for what’s going on; having not heard Sera’s previous explanation to Adam apparently.

- Your temper flares for a brief moment, and you just about launched into another lecture at the little shit who DARED interrupt you. But upon seeing Emily, you softened considerably, seeing that she was young and TRULY didn’t understand what was happening.

- “AH…I APOLOGIZE DEAR, BUT I DON’T THINK I RECOGNIZE YOU…COME CLOSER LITTLE ONE SO I CAN SEE YOU.” You slowly crouch down and lower your hand, offering Emily to climb onto it. Emily is hesitant, obviously a bit scared of you. But Sera encourages her to go to you, she knows that you won’t hurt Emily and it’s high time she meets her aunt anyway.

- With the small seraph in hand, you stand back up to your full height and bring her closer to your face. Now FINALLY able to see her properly, you speak. “YOU’RE FAIRLY YOUNG FOR A SERAPH…YOU MUST’VE BEEN BORN DURING MY SLUMBER, AND IN THAT CASE I APOLOGIZE THIS HAD TO BE OUR FIRST MEETING. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME CHILD?”

- Her voice trembling slightly, Emily tells you her name and then asks who you are and asks if you’re a seraph like her and Sera. The innocent question gets a genuine laugh out of you, and despite it shaking the ground it’s a lovely sound. “OH CHILD, I AM FAR FROM BEING A SERAPH. THOUGH I CAN SEE WHY YOU WOULD THINK THAT. YOU WERE ALL MADE IN MY IMAGE AFTER ALL.”

- Seeing the visible confusion on Emily’s face, you elaborated. “LONG AGO, YOUR FATHER WANTED TO SHOW HIS APPRECIATION OF ME. SO FOR HIS FIRST SENTIENT CREATIONS, THE SERAPHIM, HE BASED THEM ALL ON ME.” Emily looks surprised, and follows up by asking how you know God.

- You give another genuine laugh at her question. “SWEETY I’M HIS YOUNGER SISTER, I AM “DEATH”, THE GODDESS OF WELL…DEATH. BUT YOU CAN CALL ME “D” OR “AUNT D”, MOST OF YOUR SIBLINGS DO.” Emily’s mind is blown “Wait! YOU’RE aunt D?! Sera told me all kinds of stories about you before you went to sleep, like the time you got into an argument with Father over his invention of the “Snuggie”. I never thought I’d get to meet you!”

- “IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A BATHROBE YOU WORE BACKWARDS, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HE THOUGHT THAT WAS AT ALL CLEVER.” You huff, feeling amusement and mild irritation at that memory.

- “SPEAKING OF YOUR FATHER, WHERE IS HE?” Sera speaks up, having managed to recollect herself, and explains that no one has seen or heard a word from God since before you went to sleep.

- The irritated snarl that leaves your throat sounds like thunder and shakes the ground, making everyone tremble with fear. “THAT LAZY BASTARD HAD ONE FUCKING JOB, WATCH HIS DAMN KIDS, AND HE COULDN’T EVEN DO THAT?! NO WONDER THIS ALL HAPPENED THEN, HE LEFT YOU ALL UNSUPERVISED!”

- Bending over, you carefully set Emily down before standing back up. “I HATE TO CUT MY INTRODUCTION SHORT, BUT APPARENTLY I NEED TO GO AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH YOUR FATHER.” You stare pointedly at Sera and continue. “DON’T THINK THIS MEANS YOU’RE ENTIRELY OFF THE HOOK EITHER. WHILE YES, YOUR FATHER’S ABSENCE IS MOSTLY TO BLAME FOR THIS DEBACLE, YOU ALSO KNOW BETTER THAN TO DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS. WE WILL BE DISCUSSING THIS MORE ONCE I FINISH WITH YOUR FATHER, AND IF I COME BACK AND FIND OUT YOU HELD ANY MORE OF THESE “EXTERMINATIONS” I WILL TURN YOU INTO A HOLLOW! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” Looking at the ground, Sera nods and says “Yes Auntie D…”

- Satisfied with that response, you bid everyone farewell and slowly melt back into the ground, completely disappearing. Once you’re gone, the sunlight is back and it’s as if you were never there.

- Now the seraphim have to soothe the murmuring crowd while Sera starts attempting to get in contact with Lucifer to let him know that “Hey Aunt D found out about the exterminations and is NOT happy about it. She just got done yelling at me, and now she’s on her way to go read Father the riot act. Just warning you now because once she’s done with him, you’re probably gonna be next.”

- Lucifer receives the message and is now frantically trying to create peace offerings in hopes they’ll make you more amicable, while also preemptively planning his own funeral in case the peace offerings don’t work.

- Meanwhile in God’s palace, God is currently relaxing in an elaborate hot tub and watching American football on an absurdly large TV whilst drinking wine like it’s water. He’s pretty drunk and having a grand time yelling at the TV.

- His fun is interrupted through by you literally kicking in the door and storming in, you’ve shrunken down to your smaller size so all your features are actually visible now and not covered in darkness as you glare at your older brother with an intensity that could peel paint.

- God startled momentarily before seeing it’s you and giving you a dopey smile. He’s also in his smaller form, so that makes things slightly easier for you. “Ohhh heeeyyy Death!…You startled me thereee…It’zzzz beeen awhillle, huh?” You scoff at his slurred speech, in disbelief that he could be so drunk right now.

- “Yes, it HAS been awhile. Good to see that you still choose to spend your days getting completely wasted instead of tending to your children.” You answer tersely, and God rolls his eyes. “Zzstill the saaame old ssstuck up bitch…Tha kidzz are fahine Deee! Yyyoou should cohme haave ah drink wib meee.”

- You ignore God’s offer for a drink and cut right to the chase. “No, your kids are NOT fine! When was the last time you checked in on them?! Do you even know what they’re up to right now??!” God dismissively waves his hand and chugs more wine. “I juzzt checked on thhhem ah couple decades aghooo..They’rrre prohably makinnn neeewh liffe.”

- “God that is a load of shit, and you know it! I was JUST down in Heaven, and the seraphim told me that you haven’t seen or spoken to ANY of them since I left to take my nap eons ago! And furthermore, while you’ve been in here drinking the day away, your children have COMPLETELY destroyed the balance we created! They’ve been mass slaughtering Demons annually for millennia now, and Limbo is a complete disaster right now because of this!” Hearing this, God looks down at his bottle of whine, embarrassed, and mumbles an awkward “oh”.

- Silence hangs heavy in the air for a moment before God clears his throat and says. “Zzsooo…You’rrree NNOT gooing to drink wiff me?” At this you snap and snatch the wine bottle from God and chuck it at the TV, smashing the bottle and the TV. God shouts in anger but before he can ask you wtf that was for, you just lay into him. Calling him a deadbeat and pathetic excuse of a deity.

- “How can you just sit in here day after day, while your CHILDREN are out there causing such mayhem! Do you not love your children all??!” God is shouting back at you, his anger having sobered him up some so he’s not slurring as much. “How DARE you accuse me of not loving my children! I would giive ANYTHING for them and you know that!”

- “Then fucking ACT like it!! Don’t just sit in here and rot your mind with booze and TV!” God growls. “I don’t need you to tell meee how to handle my children! Why do you even care?! It’zzz not like they’re yours anyway!”

- “I care because they are part of MY family, and I want my family to be safe and happy, something that you couldn’t give less of a shit about apparently!” God throws his hands up at this point “Well what do you want from me Death, go hhhold their handz?! My children are ALL capable of thinking and being on their own, they don’t NEED me to do shit for them!”

- “That doesn’t mean that they don’t still need you there emotionally! But with the way you act maybe it’s best you ARE never there! After all, what use could any of them get from your pathetic drunk ass!!” This clearly struck a nerve as God points back at the door you came in through and roars at you to get the fuck out of his house. Growling, you give a harsh “Fine!” and tell him he can sit and be a drunk deadbeat all he wants because you’re done with him and his shit, and he’s NEVER to contact you again unless it’s in regards to his children or business.

- You stomp out of God’s palace and return to Limbo, wanting to start working on getting things cleaned up and cool off some before you go check on things in Hell.

- Once you’re gone though, God slumps his shoulders and hangs his head. With your venomous words echoing his head, he summons another bottle of wine and begins chugging it while he trudges into his bedchambers.

- He flops down onto the bed and picks up a framed photo and slowly brings it closer to his face. It’s an old photo, one taken shortly after God created the first few seraphim. You and God are both standing next to each other, arms around each other’s shoulders and leaning in close while the first seraphim all stand in between the two of you. Everyone is absolutely beaming, and God looks especially happy; so proud of his creations.

- Tears drop onto the photo as God remembers how things used to be back then, back when he was actually NEEDED by those around him and wasn’t just some brand figure who’s only job is to smile and wave. Even as he slowly sets the photo down, tears continue to fall and he holds his head in his hands. “…I’m sorry I’m so damn useless…Hopefully you’ll forgive me someday…Not that I deserve it though…I’m…so fucking sorry…” No one is there to hear God’s sobs, and eventually he passes out. He’d rather be dreaming of happier times anyway.

[sev-wildfang]

Webcomic Day!

Souls Foreclosed is about many things, including (but not limited to):

a world fucked up so badly by Vampires who claim to speak for God that Lucifer has to send their two baddest demon bitches to fight them

two trans women on a campaign of bloody revenge against the system that has wronged them for most of their lives

the Vampire Pope rising from his grave to cause Judgement Day and enter Heaven, terrorizing his entire entourage who really preferred him being dead

a humorously short guy discovering why the something like Hippocratic Oath might be somewhat important to take seriously

an immigrant of flavorful gender inheriting tremendous magical powers and a millenia-old legacy on accident

dying alone and losing an arm (real ones know)

and most importantly, bitchin’ monochrome visuals and luscious hand-lettered text delivered directly into your eyeballs on every page

Begin your journey through the realms of Norra, Tyvia, Goab, and Purgatorio and all their horrors on the website souls-foreclosed.thecomicseries.com (or follow @souls-foreclosed​ to catch updates right here)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ NO KIDS ALLOWED (BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH, SO MANY SLURS, SEX)

[onelastfic]

What about some Solitaire Queens interactions?

Basteta lounged on the velvet chaise, her cat ears twitching as she flipped through a stack of documents. "Bugaboo, remind me why we have to attend this gala again? It’s just a bunch of old, self-important pricks trying to show off."

Dai Tai, meticulously polishing a diamond-encrusted dagger, glanced up. "Because, B-Cat, it’s an opportunity to forge alliances and gather intel. We need to stay ahead of the game, and these events are the perfect hunting grounds for information."

Envie smiled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to remind the older generations who truly hold the power now. A little presence goes a long way."

Basteta sighed. "Fine, but if one more god tries to brag to me about their monster conquests, I might just lose it."

Jia chuckled, leaning against the doorway. "Oh, come on, Basteta. Think of it as a sparring match, but with words. And if things get too out of hand, you can always use those knives of yours."

Basteta smirked, her cat-like eyes narrowing with playful intent. "Now that, Ji-Ji, is something I can get behind."

——

Envie sat cross-legged on a floating platform, her gaze distant as she communed with the spirits. "The veil between worlds is thinning. We need to strengthen our defenses before anything else slips through."

Jia nodded, her expression serious. "I’ll contact AJ and Nia about what’s happening. They can help Nico and I can gather the necessary resources. We can reinforce the wards and set up additional safeguards."

Dai Tai tapped her chin thoughtfully. "We should also reach out to our allies. They need to be aware of the situation and ready to assist if needed."

Basteta’s eyes blazed with determination and primal ferocity. "I’ll handle the frontline with Jun. Anyone or anything that tries to fuck it’s way into our realm will burned to fucking cinders!"

Envie’s voice softened, her eyes glinting with wisdom. "They’ll try to divide and conquer. But remember we’re stronger together. As long as we stand united, nothing can tear us apart."

Jia grinned, her spirit unyielding. "We’ve faced worse before. This is just another challenge, and we’ll conquer it, like always."

Dai Tai’s gaze hardened with resolve. "Let them come. We’re ready."

Basteta’s fiery magic aura blazed brightly, her cat-like pupils narrowing. "And they’ll learn, that the Solitaire Queens bow to fucking no one!"

——

Dai Tai was sitting at her desk, surrounded by piles of documents and maps. Basteta burst into the room, her usual exuberance on full display. "Bugaboo! Ya working too hard. Come on, let’s go out and have some fun."

Dai Tai looked up. "I have too much to do, B-Cat. There’s no time for fun."

Basteta rolled her eyes and marched over, yanking the papers out of Dai Tai’s hands. "Nonsense! Ya need a break, even if it’s just a tiny one. Ya coming with me, and that’s final."

Dai Tai opened her mouth to protest but then sighed, realizing it was useless. "Fine. But just for a little while. I have to get back to work."

Basteta grinned and looped her arm through Dai Tai’s. "That’s the spirit! Now, let’s go find some trouble to get into."

Dai Tai couldn’t help but laugh as she was dragged out of the room. "With you, Basteta, trouble is always guaranteed."

"Damn straight!"

——

The queens gathered at a local bar, taking a rare girls night out to unwind.

Basteta raised her glass, a grin on her face. "Here's to us, the baddest bitches and baddest queens around!"

Dai Tai laughed, clinking her glass with Basteta's. "Cheers to that. We deserve a break."

Envie sipped her drink, her expression thoughtful. "It's good to let loose once in a while. We carry a lot of weight on our shoulders."

Jia leaned back in her chair, smiling. "And it's nice to do it with people who understand. No judgment, no expectations."

Basteta nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Just us, being ourselves. That's what makes this special."

——————

Jia and Dai Tai belong to @laylaylamode

Envie belongs to @thepaladincosplays

[stuffbybean]

new blorbo in the making

this is a test sketch of Nazra, one of Obsidian's underlings! I'm still wrestling colour palettes

he's the baddest bitch on the planet and he's gonna let everyone know it

the red marks under the pecs are top surgery scars from his human life, I'm just not sure what i want to do with them just yet - i think he'd get tattoos and decorate them but it's figuring out a design for it that's killing me rn

he's a greed/lust demon that runs an absolutely massive casino just over the border between the human and demon realms - just remember to read the fine print before letting the casino give you a loan to keep going... you might end up as a Thrall in Obsidian's armies, or - if you're lucky - another staff member at the casino.

sorry if this is very little lore, i might reblog with more after I've slept :3

@emmettnet @pigeonwhumps

[shanhe-tongbei]

@ Mu Zichun how does it feel to almost fumble the baddest bitch in the three realms

[primestartes]

This old picture of Ludwig's back was something I always wanted to modernize or have a commission but my recent dive into Hazbin Hotel and one particular song hit me so hard for this exalted Slaaneshi King that my fingers went on overdrive for it with a thought that someone said on it: Ludwig have returned after centuries away from unfortunate events and he will makes sure everyone in the Realm of Slaanesh know one of the Prince's Six returns after a heckler's foolish call-out.

"Let's begin...I am gonna make you wish I'd stay gone~ Hark on well, for when I'm done, your precious status will be forever undone. Oh this will be fun."

Slaanesh's continuous attention might not last, even for one of Their greater of daemons but oh the dramatic return and reestablishing as to why you are of Their baddest bitches in the Circles. Ludwig will make every rival remember and fear him, right in the crossroads of AOS and 40k.

[dulcewrites]

When people say Alys probably hated Aemond for killing the strong family but didn’t that same family force her to be a servant so like??? 😭 anyways love her. One of the baddest bitches in the realm for sure.

Like if they go based off the little we know… they made her serve them and be a wet nurse like.. she does not like those people 😭😭😭.

I feel like people look at how the strong boys are treated or how Jon was and think that’s how bastards get treated. On top of the fact that she was woman. They were probably mean to her ☹️☹️☹️

[williamaltman]

My full IWTV thoughts/feelings/"review" (Part 1).

Ok for a while now I have been wanting to do like a big post talking about all of my main thoughts about the show. I think I went into the show in kind of an odd position because, I'm a book reader, but not a longtime one. I literally just got into them right before the show started airing. I started watching when it started airing and I had finished IWTV and TVL, but then I stopped and decided to at least finish TQOTD before I continued the show.

So, I'm gonna start with all the things I like and then what I didn't.

First of all: The way they just said fuck subtext or lowkey representation and made this fully romantic and horny. One of my issues with the books is that, at least in IWTV (but in a lesser extent the others too?), they keep things in this realm of plausibe deniability where even though things are obviously gay they still don't make it fully explicit. I get that it was 1976, but that doesn't fully change how I feel reading it, you know.

Besides the material itself, from what I understood AR loved to give some vague answers and "let things speak for itself", along with an idea in both books and her comments that vampires don't "need to worry" so to speak with sexual orientations, that in a way it doesn't really count, which is wack imo (though she did also full-on say that Lestat is bisexual which I appreciate).

But I think what bothered me the most in IWTV, wasn't even the subtext itself, but the way that Louis essentially didn't express any love for Lestat. The story is written like he just hates him from the beginning save for the first moments where he saw him to when he was turned. They are obviously coded as a couple down to HAVING A CHILD TOGETHER, but Louis' narration just never acts "accordingly" and gives it this weird no homo vibe. His love for Armand is a bit more clear which is better, but also not totally? Especially cause when they're saying stuff like "I/you want him to be my/your companion" it usually has the context of him as a replacement for Claudia.

Anyway this isn't a book review, so what I mean is basically that it was just VERY satisfying to see Loustat being clearly in love, especially from Louis' part. I love to see that sort of initial attraction especially when it comes from someone who doesn't want to be feeling that and all the angst that comes with it. Also, THEY FUCK. I kinda appreciate the concept of vampires not having regular sex in the books, but I'd still rather have them fuck. As a treat.

The fact that they also explicitly established Louis as gay instead of staying ambigous about his sexuality was also incredible. I do like works where that just isn't brought up and it just works naturally like if they were straight, but it's not my favorite approach. I like when they actually deal with it.

And on the topic of Louis' changes: Anything from slave-owner in a plantation is a glow-up. Making him also a black man is like, downright reparations. If you're upset about that you're dumb and possibly racist sorry. I understand that Louis' "race-swap" is different from most other characters since him being white actually is relevant, but it's relevant in a bad way. The upgrade definetely needed to happen to tell the story in current times.

And since we're talking about these types of changes, Claudia. I have A LOT of issues with how Claudia's story was handled, but Claudia herself, as in Bailey and her acting? Great. She's just amazing. The change in her age makes for a different story, but one that still works. And Bailey is just so charismatic and fierce. To see her slowly change from the cute daddy lou girl (which as I said, was way more fun and charismatic than book Claudia) to whom she has become in the latter episodes? Incredible. She truly embodies being the baddest bitch in the house, she INVENTED girlbossing.

And kinda going from this, the acting. The acting of all three is great. They have great chemistry, both Sam and Jacob and the two of them with Bailey. Even appearance wise, Claudia still looks like a living doll, and Jacob is still a soft pretty boy in a way that fits my own standards for a babygirl-coded character. Sam Reid might actually be too hot to be Lestat, tbh. I joke but wow, I'm actually attracted to him now. Armand's was like particularly genius cause even though he's not a auburn-haired white teenager he still looks just like Armand when it comes to his actual features?!

Also, the vibe, the atmosphere. It actually took me a while to get into it. I had whiplash from reading the book and seeing the movie where it was like 1 or 2 centuries behind the show, but once I got into it I loved it. I don't know how to explain this better but I just like how everything looks and "feels". The set and costume designers ate. The cinematography is great too and gives it the final touch.

[rocksandmirrors]

Mattholomule’s the baddest bitch of all the bitches.

Sexy mf

Best looking on in any realm

Manliest man

That’s why gus is in love with him. But he won’t admit it because he’s intimidated and not sure if someone with as much as swag as him would like him back rofl lmao

#swag #mattsthebest #mattholomulesking #mattholomuleforprez

-definitely not Matt

-🔮

mmh yeah, that seems legit 🤔

[waltwhitmansbeard]

I just want to say that I love Keyleth's growth in My Fair Lady.

She went from being this scared princess who constantly doubts herself and her abilities to a fierce woman, ready to sit on a throne and who will tear the world apart for her baby.

Yeah, sometimes she still doubts herself, but she's more confident in her magic now. The tree traveling could have gone really bad, but she still took initiative to do it; the bat transformation came out of nowhere, but she was the first to stand up and go.

I love this story so much T_T

slskdhdosjwk girl!!!!!!

listen you know i am a ride or die keyleth girlie and i just love her character so much, i love how she is always strong but she has to come into that strength, has to uncover something that was there the whole time. and mfl is obviously very canon divergent but one thing i wasn’t gonna not include was keyleth’s journey to becoming the baddest bitch in the realm!!!!

(the baddest bitch who also still cries a lot bc keyleth being a crier is essential to her character and also in no way antithetical to being a bad bitch!!)

[bellatrixobsessed1]

A one shot about Icy’s time with the dragon flame? I feel like the two types of magic are so different I would love to read your take on how it affected her physically/mentally etc? Love your work

Thanks so much :) And thanks for the request I've been meaning to work with Icy again since it's been a while! Anyhow here's the fic.

The rush of power is immediate, deceptively sublime. A euphoric illusion before the crash and the burn. Heavy are the wings that carry ambitions higher than the sky itself. Heavy is the body that wields power beyond what it can handle.  Pitiable are the strong as they smile before they break. 

She is going to break. 

She supposes that it was a long time coming

Most everything was a front, a carefully crafted, meticulously curated image. One of fear and intimidation. Of strength and of confidence. The sort that buried what really lie beneath. Really, she thinks that even the dullest, most air-headed fairy should have been able to figure it out. That everything was a lie. That this whole persona is phony….fake. 

Afterall, were she as powerful and amazing as she constantly proclaimed herself, then what need would she have to steal powers that weren’t her own?

Indeed, Icy is a damaged, broken thing. A chronic victim who decided, at last, to do onto others what has been done onto her. But underneath it all, she is still the broken fragile thing. All they have to do is chip away at the ice. She mocks the fairies, taunts them, insults them, and exploits their vulnerabilities. Those raw spots, those thinly veiled insecurities that freshmen and those who have only newly discovered their magic tend to have. 

They insult her back. 

They solidify what she already knows. 

She laughs in their faces and declares that they talk big for pathetic, helpless pixies. 

Inside another piece of her breaks away; they’re right, she can’t win. She doesn’t have what it takes. Darcy’s plans are the ones that bring them the closest to victory. Stormy’s powers cause the desired destruction. She simply gives the orders. She gives the orders and prays that Darcy and Stormy won’t realize just how easy it would be to bring her down and take her place.

Shit, even Lucy or Mirta could probably do it. And so she has to put them in their places and keep them there.

She has always known of her magic; she is an overachiever, the top of her class. And yet those raw spots are still there. And they are openly bleeding. Hemorrhaging in front of a crowd that can’t see the wounds. Oozing and leaking as she bandages them up and walks it off. 

But the bandages are piss poor at disguising everything. And so it must be that everyone just can’t see what is right in front of them; Icy tells everyone that she is the coolest, the baddest bitch. She bears her teeth and dares them to confront her, informing them that they haven’t the chance to beat someone as strong as she. 

They believe her. 

She doesn’t.

And so she keeps repeating it over and over again. 

But the fact remains; she is weak. Her powers are useless. Snow is a weak element and ice is fragile, it melts. It doesn’t have a chance. It pales in comparison to the brute strength of a storm, the fear striking darkness, the blazing glory of fire and sun.

The world had sought to stick a powerful mind in a weak body with weak powers.

And so she needs the fire. 

She needs Bloom’s dragon fire and then she will have strong magic and a strong body, one that will fit her ambitions. One that will bring truth to all of the prideful boasting that she does. 

And the dragon fire is now in her hands, the magical energy swirls in her hands. 

For the first time she feels authentically powerful; she had taken down perhaps the strongest fairy in the realms and she had done it with just her pathetic, sorry excuse for powers.  

.oOo.

She takes the flame into core, into the heart if her magic and fees its glorious blaze. Feels that burning illusion of greatness.

That moment of pleasure before it gives way to suffering. 

Icy relishes in the dragon fire's immense glory and all of it capabilities for three days exactly. Three days of flaunting just what she can do. Three days of summoning creatures beyond compare. Three days of experimentation, watching the dragon come alive. 

At first her powers mix incredibly, the dragon she sees flies on frigid wings and breathes burning frost. Temperatures plumet to a devastating degree wherever she walks.

And for three days Icy is untouchable. Unbreakable.  The person she had expected herself to be, the person she has pretended to be. 

And then day four comes around and it all crumbles away.

Burns away. 

She feels it in her blood first, a singing and searing that feels like shimmering liquid gold in her veins. 

But it only flares up when she uses the dragon fire. 

Soon she feels in her chest and burning behind her eyes. Every time she tries to cast a spell.

Every time the sparks dance on her fingertips the pop and sting in her head. 

All of that power, her chance at conquest, it us gone in an instant. 

Or so it would seem; she still has her ice magic and she had used it to get the dragon fire in the first place. It had sufficed then. 

She closes her eyes and calls it forward, a chilling blizzard to drive out the sweltering heat.  What should have been a merciless flurry is just a gentle drifting snowfall--a calm winter day. A dusting on the ground where there should have been a blanket. 

Icy's heart seizes, a creeping sense of dread arises in her stomach. The sortvif dread that comes with an awful vertigo. She throws all of her energy into stirring those flakes into a devastating winter storm. 

Her efforts only serve to sap away the rest of her energy. She slips down the wall and falls to the floor.

There us a blackness and there is a burning. 

There is no more power in the burning. Her body is rejecting the dragon fire. Or the dragon fire is rejecting her. 

When she awakens--and how she wishes that she would have just stayed asleep--it is to a suffocating humidity that goes unfelt by Darcy and Stormy. 

She is holding them back. 

Their goals were about to be realized and she has put a swift pause on that. They talk to her, they offer to take some of the dragon fire from her. But it is all that she has now. 

It loathes her. 

It maims her.

But it is her only option unless she would like to live out a lackluster, unremarkable, disappointing magicless life. 

She'll burn herself alive before she succumbs to that sort of humiliation. 

She waits for her sisters to leave to test her ice magic again. She pushes until her head hurts. And for all of her strain and exertion, only a single icicle crackles into existence on the windowpane. 

She breathes in and breathes out but it doesn't help. It doesn't alleviate that sense of doom.

The destruction of her pride and the last bit of herself that she actually cared for. 

And now that her ice magic is gone, melted away by the dragon fire's, she realizes that it had been enough.

The it had gotten her farther than the dragon fire ever could have.