#bela was the bestest girl

[everydayiworryallday]

Just finished A Memory of Light and...

...if anyone deserves to be made a Hero of the Horn, it's Bela. 

[kiatheinsomniac]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄!

❝oh my, hello ! how are u? I don't know how this actually works but I'm gonna try this, I'm here to volunteer for the valentine's day event(?), I hope this is the right way to do it and if it's not, please ignore this message😅 alrighty enough rambling for me, I'm Lari, this is a nickname btw I love nicknamesss hehe, well, I'm 18 years old and I'm a Brazilian girl! So im fascinated in a lot of stuff, I love ocean so oceanography, marine biology, oceanology are like my bestest one, I love photography as well I'm not a big fan of posting my own pics, I actually like taking pictures of others and seeing it later :) I used to be a writer and a poet but I got too shy and stopped doing it, now I only write rarely when I need to get feelings out yk? Oh, I forgot to tell but I'm a lesbian, also, the fandom I would love it to be kny, resident evil village, Castlevania too! you can choose one or idk , I don't mind that much.. My personality is quite hard to tell, i'm quite a introvert and shy, and my mbti is INFJ! I have a wild past of being really agressive or having short temper but tbh I don't think that is the definition of me lately, I can be pretty calm but I can be mean if it's needed and I'm not afraid of people... Although all of that, I'm a cry baby lmao I'm not a person to have friends easy and I don't trust no one but i can be more extrovert with more introvert people and I tend to smile many times mostly when I don't know what to say or just whatever lol I'm into a artist side, I can paint too but it's not my big trait, I play a lot of games but I'm not the time to love the gun games, I loveee farming stuff, like Stardew Valley, Coral Island and that stuff, love it! I guess that's it hun, this is my first time doing it so I don't know if I did right.. Well, wishing u the happiest valentine's day and hope you don't have much trouble doing this request😅 byee!❞ anon

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Bela is really fascinated by how much you know about the ocean and he loves your photography! She's never left the village before so you're like a fountain of knowledge about the outside world to her. You're an INFJ and she's an INTJ so the two of you have a similar love and thirst for learning and what you know about a whole aquatic world she's never seen before really gets her hooked on you.

♡ she likes that you're calm but can be mean when needed. You're not a disturbance to her enjoyed quiet and you're not a pushover either; they're traits that she really admires about you. Being the oldest of triplets, she really values calm and quiet.

♡ she doesn't mind that you can cry a lot too. Again, being the eldest, she's used to having to help people and look out for her little sisters. So, it's almost instinctual to her to take you into her arms and hush you and rub your back, shoulders and head as you cry. She'll give off a fly or two to do little tricks and twirls for you to try and amuse a smile back onto your face.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ Bela puts together a painting date in the atelier. She knows how creative and artistic you are and so she wants to give you a chance to let that out around her. She also encourages you to try your hand at making and painting teacups with her! She'd absolutely love to be able to drink her (blood-infused) tea from a cup that reminds her of you.

♡ considering how much you love farming games, she tells you all about Castle Dimitrescu's vineyards while you paint together. She's going to be the one to inherit it because she's the oldest and most responsible so she'd quite passionate about it. She tells you all about the different grapes and how they can be influenced and what makes Sanguis Virginis unique (other than the blood, of course, it does actually have wine in it too).

♡ she'll take you to the castle library in the evening too and have the maids serve dinner for the two of you there. She's like you in the sense that she doesn't really trust anyone, considering the village she's grown up in, but she does want to show you that she's opening up to you and she does this through touch: brushing her hand against yours, sitting close to you while you read, leaning her head on your shoulder, etc.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: it's been far too long since I've been able to write about any of the Dimitrescu girlies

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mi flor

Isabela Madrigal had loved you for as long as she could remember. The threat of losing you to someone else troubles her and she is faced with a decision that would be an end or a beginning.

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Isabela Madrigal was many things. Beautiful, flawless, perfect. She could have every thing or anyone she'd ever wanted if only she would ask. Men and women alike were at her beck and call. Though only one person had managed to capture her heart as well as her gaze.

Her eyes were only on (Name) Fierro, the daughter of the town’s equally eccentric painter, Pinto Fierro.

Her bestest friend. She sighed softly, following the rebuilding of Casita, her abuela had lessened the massive amount of pressure on her, apologizing for having her uphold her perfect image as well as matching her with Mariano when she had only agreed to it for the family’s sake. She was free to love whoever she had wanted, her abuela had said. She would no longer meddle with her life.

Free to love whoever she wanted. The words rang in her head.

Just like any girl, she dreamed a love like her parents, Julieta and Agustin had. The longing gazes, the soft sweet smiles, and the kisses that were only witnessed by the heavens. She was now free to get that love from anyone. And yet..

What if she had only wanted you? You with the smile that had surpassed the sun in lighting up her whole world, you with the eyes she could always get lost in, you with the laughter like ringing bells?

After Casita had been rebuilt, a massive celebration was held in the casa. Partly as thanks for the townspeople in helping them rebuild their home as well as celebrating new beginnings after the tumultuous days that occurred.

She pursed her lips upon seeing you in the center of the crowd, dancing and twirling around in a pretty dress, a smudge of paint against your smooth freckled cheek, and that damn smile stretched upon your lips.

Surely you were aware of how her heart sped up around you? Surely you were aware of her longing gazes that flutter from your eyes to those kissable lips?

“..Bela..” A dreamy sigh left her lips as she thought of kissing you.

“..Sabela..” Holding you close.

“Isabela..!” Her eye twitched.

She snapped out of her dreamland, vines wrapping around the person who was calling her.

“What!?” She turned around, annoyed, she was having a good daydream and it was all ruined by Mirabel who placed a thumb under her own chin.

“I’m sensing you’re upset.” Such an empath.

Isabela calmed down and grumbled at her little sister, continuing to look at your direction before glancing at Mirabel who had a shit-eating grin on her face. “You like Señorita Fierro, don’t you?”

Her cheeks heated up and she quickly looked around, afraid that anyone had heard before huffing at Mirabel. “No, I don’t, estúpida.” She denies vehemently, looking away from her annoying little sister.

“Oh, I see..” Mirabel gasped dramatically , pointing at a random direction. “Isabela, look, it’s (Name)!”

The eldest of the two had gasped, quickly turning to the direction she pointed at whilst fixing herself. “Where?!” She exclaims.

The younger Madrigal only stifled a laugh before full on bursting with laughter, slapping her knee. She gasped, falling on her back as she howled with laughter. Isabela, on the other hand, was raging. She quickly wrapped her vines around her sister. “Why I oughta..!” Mirabel wheezed as her vines constricted around her before quieting down, glancing at the girl that captured her older sister’s hard.

“You really like her, aren’t you?” Isabela was about to say something before she sighed, shaking her head. She leaned against one of Casita’s pillars and stared at you. “Maybe.” She murmurs as she mirrored your smile whilst she danced.

“Is it truly okay for you to just be like this though? On the outside looking in (Name’s) life?” Mirabel asked after a while.

“What do you know about love, Mira?” Came Isabela’s exasperated sigh, knuckles turning white as she saw you being eyed by a few bachelors and bachelorettes in your vicinity, each one’s gaze stuck onto you like flies on a Venus flytrap.

“Maybe not a lot but if you keep just standing here, you can kiss (Name) goodbye.” Mirabel pushed her green-rimmed glasses up, observant eyes noticing the men and the women that were staring at the person that her sister was clearly enamored with.

The thought of losing you crossed Isabela’s mind a lot more times than her Papá Agustin getting into an accident. Which was a lot. A whole lot. And every time she thought of you getting whisked away by someone that was not her? She had almost always pushed the thought down, always putting the thought of confessing to you for another day. Though as one of the people that watched you had approached, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was free and she was taking advantage of this freedom.

She pushed herself off from the pillar she had leant on. Do or die. Do or die. She can’t let you slip away from her fingers.

“(Name)..” She stammered out your name. Oh Dios. Oh Santamaria. Her cheeks felt warm and she had hoped she still looked presentable as she had shot the woman who tried to converse with you a snarky but still beautiful glare.

“Hola, (Name)..” She bats here eyelashes prettily as she was face to face with you.

“Hola, Bela.” You beam at the eldest Madrigal grandchild, clearing your throat a little.

Bela. Beautiful. Isabela knows it’s just a nickname but did that stop her from thinking that you called her beautiful? No. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Boy you got her helpless and normally she would accept the request in a heartbeat but not right now. Not now that she mustered up the courage.

She gently shook her head before taking your hand in hers. “Maybe later?” She offers with one of her sweet smiles. “I want to talk to you about something.” The warmth on her cheeks increased as she led you away from the roaring crowd and out of Casita where it was more quiet.

You followed closely, curious as to what the Isabela Madrigal wanted to talk to you about. Try as she may to calm down, acacia blossoms sprouted on the top of her hair, all white except for one which had your favorite color. You gently reached up and Isabela had half-expected for you to pick off the intruding flower but rather you gently admired it, fingers gliding over the delicate petals.

“Are you alright, mi amiga?” Your voice was oh so soft as you looked at her, brows knitted in worry and she willed herself to not just kiss you there and then.

Though she halted as the word ‘amiga’ echoed in her mind. That word. Amiga. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the ground, pursing her lips. Was that all she was to you? She bit her lower lip.

“Isabela?” The call of her name pushed her out of her thoughts and before she knew it she had faced you, eyes filled with determination and a slight hint of anxiety. No longer could she keep it in. No longer could she push it down. No longer could she be on the outside looking in.

She took in a deep breath. “I want to tell you something.. something I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages.” Sensing her anxiety, you gave her hand a squeeze.

“Go on, mi amiga. I’ll listen.” There it was again. That word.

“(Name), darling, you’re my best friend.” She starts off, cursing herself silently as she stammered over simple words. “But there’s a few things that you don’t know of.” She continues, casting her gaze down at the flowers and plants that bloomed at her feet.

“I wanna ruin our friendship.” Isabela squeezed your hand in hers, taking a deep breath in to will herself to look at you, her gaze yearning and loving. “We should be lovers instead.. for too long I have kept my feelings for you under wraps but I cannot hide it forever. Te quiero, Te amo, (Name). I love you."

Her hands trembled and as the last syllable of her sentences left her lips, she wished she could take them back in once again. Her lower lip trembled as fresh tears poured from her beautiful eyes.

She would’ve laughed at herself right now. Señorita Perfecta, crying? Her? Isabela Madrigal? That was absurd. But she was. Dread crept in her heart and the hammering against her chest made her feel like she was going deaf. Were you disgusted by her? Had you not felt the same way? Had her confession ruin what the two of you had?

“Lo siento, I shouldn’t have.. I didn’t mean to..” She quickly said. She should have kept it in. She should’ve just kept quiet. And now she may lose you, the love of her life and her dearest friend. She hiccupped. “Please, do not leave me, even if you do not feel the same I..”

The tears that cascaded down her cheeks were caught by your soft thumbs, swiped away before they could even run down the rest of her face freely. You took her face in your warm palms and only smiled, your own cheeks warm and hurting from smiling so much.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, mi flor, I could walk in that garden forever for my heart beats for you and you only, Isabela Madrigal.”

She lifted her gaze up to fully look at you, taking in your features that were far more beautiful than any of the flowers or plants she bloomed gracefully. And she swore your eyes had taken all the words she wished to say out of her lips.

Instead she had leaned close, pressing her lips against yours, hoping that her actions were enough to convey what she cannot say.

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 03

(Masterpost)(Previous Episode) 

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

 Wei Wuxian demonstrates the purple nurple technique of the Jiang Clan

Should’ve Used Trivago

The Jiang Clan’s reservation got cancelled while they were on the road, so they are going to wander around this small inn for hours being fussed about it, rather than trying another inn. Yes they say the other inns are all full but…so is this one, now. 

The Jin Clan sends an advance party to fancy up the inn for them.

Fuckboi Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian decides to use his considerable powers of prettiness to get them a room.  He drops some poetry on Mianmian and brazenly flirts with her before shifting to properly introducing himself and asking for a room. 

This actually works.

...until her boss shows up.

(Much much more after the cut!)

Worst Person // Best Jin

Jin ZIxuan is an ass and a snob. 

I guess we have to give him credit for having a beautiful sidekick and never hitting on her, given that his dad is a rapist and one of his half-brothers is (reputedly) a sex pest and the other half brother is (definitely) an incest perp. But I feel like it doesn’t take much to be the best Jin of his or his father’s generation.

The Jin folks are snobs and talk about how great their fancy and expensive stuff is. It’s an interesting contrast with true connoisseur Nie Huaisang, who loves everything that is fine and beautiful and can quote stacks of poetry off the top of his head, but is not even a little bit of a snob. 

This Tea Smells Like Farts

Ok, let’s talk about generation names in the Jin clan. Ru is the name for Jin Ling’s generation, hence his courtesy name Rulan. The name for the current generation is apparently Zi (子), because both Zixuan and his jerk cousin Zixun have that as their name.  Sect Leader Jin Guangshan would seem to be using the generation name Guang, but then names his son Jin Guangyao so…the whole system breaks down. 

Anyway, my point here is that even considering generation names, if I had a baby and named it Zixuan, and my sister-in-law promptly had a baby and named it Zixun, I would slap her. 

Find you a lover who does not make you feel like this 

Jin Zixuan is mildly intrigued by his betrothed, and expresses it by being rude to her in front of Wei Wuxian, starting a chain of events that will culminate with Wen Ning’s fist going all the way through Jin Zixuan’s chest.

Side Note: Look at these young Jiang Brothers and their casual shoulder hugs. Sigh.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat PlayBook

When Wei Wuxian wants to throw down, he starts with smack talk, moves along to boundary crossing, then to direct threats, and then brings out a weapon if he hasn’t won already. 

Here he starts shit with Jin Zixuan by complaining at him for taking up too much space and having too many sycophants.  Then he goes for the unwelcome shoulder touch. 

Having been sufficiently provocative to get someone to draw a sword and threaten him with physical violence, he shifts to formal verbal sparring. 

This gets the other guy to back down, because even at this age no-one actually wants to tangle with Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian gets to claim the moral advantage, although he still doesn’t get to keep his hotel room. 

Actually Not A Fan of My Sister’s Betrothal

Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli have the first of many, many moments of heterosexual ineptitude together. Wei Wuxian quickly rescues them.

Hi, I’m Young Master Cockblock.

Neither of the boys understands what Yanli sees in Zixuan and neither do I, at this juncture. He does improve later after multiple beatings from Wei Wuxian.

This Is The Day Your Life Will Surely Change

Yanli’s encounter in the Inn is the first step toward the inexorable end of the three of them as a unit, although it’s still a long ways off. They are all growing up and she and Wei Wuxian are both going to fall in love at summer camp, like in a 1980s teen movie but without the virginity betting (presumably). 

Meanwhile poor Jiang Cheng is going to be swept along just trying to keep up with events, which becomes the story of his life for the next two decades.

Welcome to Transylvania

We meet Wen Ruohan. He is boring and he sucks. Also I’m summarizing the Transylvania parts out of order because they break up the rhythm of the story. And are boring and suck.

We meet Xue Yang. He seems nice.

Wen Ruohan’s living room is like a shitty nightclub where everyone is too drunk to dance except Xue Yang.

Dee Jay: Undead undead undead, Bela Lugosi’s dead

[OP can’t get a video to embed in this post with looping enabled, so the alternate version of this joke has its own post right here. That will teach OP to get fancy.]

Anyhoo

We meet Wen Qing. She is the bestest most wonderful girl in the world but this isn’t actually when we find that out. 

Right now we just find out that she is absurdly pretty, that she loves her brother deeply, and that she is helping Wen Ruohan with his “take over the world by murdering cultivators” project. OKAY, PROBLEMATIC, BUT SHE IS THE BESTEST GIRL OKAY? 

Gatekeeping

The Jiang Clan don’t get another inn but they do manage to change into immaculate white robes while they’re out on the street, so - nice work, Jiang Clan. Be free!

They get stuck outside the gate because they don’t know that the secret to getting into Cloud Recesses is to set the gate guard on fire. 

Walking Thirst Trap Hanguang-Jun

Lan Wangji shows up and everyone except Yanli, who is already in love with Sir Golden Pants, makes thirst faces at him. Including Jiang Cheng tho he will never admit it. One girl in the background is actually biting her knuckle. 

Note: Lan Wangji knows exactly how fine he is. Look at his fucking hairstyle. 

He is sixteen years old. The only person in the entire cultivation world with fancier hair is Nie Mingjue, and that’s because he indulges his dìdi’s braiding hobby. 

Wei Wuxian loudly stage whispers that LWJ is their key to getting in and LWJ is is like, not fucking likely, person I didn’t glance at yet. 

But then Wei Wuxian says a smart cultivator thing about the puppet dude, and Lan Wangji turns around and has the first of many long mutual staring sessions with this boy he totally isn’t going to like at all.

Jiang Cheng has a bad feeling about the future: a 2-frame gif

Unrelated gardening note: the red-crack puppet is more commonly grown in Gusu and Dafan, while the black-line puppet is native to Yiling

I Must Arrange a Date with this Uninteresting Boy

The rest of the evening is a series of tests that Lan Wangji puts Wei Wuxian through. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know this and Lan Wangji probably doesn’t exactly know it either. 

First he sends WWX back to town to get the invitation. Yes, go get it. Not your entourage; YOU, talky person who thinks he can manipulate me and is smart and looks...intriguing. Go find it and come back. 

When Wei Wuxian complains, Lan Wangji silences him, which is literally the most boss move he could have used on smooth talking Wei Wuxian. 

You tried, Fuckboi.

Would you like to try some more because I think I would like you to try some more

Jiang Cheng is the Better Baby Brother

Sorry, he just is. Wei Wuxian is all about being taken care of and adoring Yanli without actually doing much for her. Jiang Cheng is the one who thinks about her feelings and giving her what she needs, even to the point of arranging that wedding rehearsal dinner so she can be with her favorite brother again -- the favorite who isn’t him, much as she also loves him. 

Date Test 1: Can You Get In.

Once Wei Wuxian is definitely gone, Lan Wangji shows up again and collects the entire retinue, guaranteeing that Wei Wuxian will be stranded outside the gate when he gets back.  LWJ doesn’t wait by the gate; he goes and waits up on the roof instead of going to bed or whatever else he’s supposed to be doing. Because he already knows the route Wei Wuxian will be taking. 

Wei Wuxian passes the “get in through the wards” test with no problem besides a minor headache and bent fingers. 

Is that Xiao Zhan’s hand or did they use a double-jointed hand model?

Date Test 2: Fight Me (Lan Wangji’s Combat Playbook)

As soon as Wei Wuxian shows up on the roof, Lan Wangji picks a fight with him. 

LWJ fights all the time; he’s perfectly comfortable when he’s fighting and it’s a good venue for him to express himself. His style is graceful and aggressive. 

Attack attack attack strike a pose, vogue, you know it.  

He starts by going all in on swordplay, but that doesn’t gain him the advantage; Wei Wuxian fends him off without ever drawing his sword. Which is probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to Lan Wangji in his young life.

Do you like me better when I’m horizontal? 

Next Lan Wangji deploys the pettiness by breaking WWX’s wine. Then when Wei Wuxian starts insulting him he upgrades to next level pettiness by dropping another silence spell, this time with the added bonus of preventing WWX from drinking. 

Wei Wuxian’s Combat Playbook, Redux

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is running his own fight routine, starting with a charm attack, which doesn’t work at all. 

Are you admiring the moon? 

He keeps trying to de-escalate for the first phase of their fight, until they reach a pause and he reflects that Lan Wangji has real skills. As soon as he makes that determination he goes on the offensive - with words. 

He very formally says he’s too busy to continue fighting, and turns away, which is a pretty solid roast when you say it to someone who’s been trying really hard to kick your ass. Then he continues defending easily until Lan Wangji uses the wine against him. 

At this point the gloves come off, with Lan Wangji lecturing Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian making ad hominem attacks, Lan Wangji forcibly shutting him up... 

...and then throwing him on the floor in front of Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen. 

Sincere Grief for the Death of our Colleague

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen feel really bad for their disciple who has been horribly turned into an undead creature. Ha ha j/k

Date Test 3: Face the Authorities

Lan Wangji gets to pick Wei Wuxian’s punishment.  This probably won’t awaken anything in him. 

Surprise surprise, Wei Wuxian actually passes the Authority test with flying colors. Lan Qiren doesn’t like him, but listens respectfully to his thoughts about the undead cultivator. And Lan Xichen clearly does like him.

When Wei Wuxian learns that Lan Wangji was nice to his sister, his entire demeanor changes, to such an enormous degree that Lan Wangji starts to run away.

He’s not going to let this boy (who has passed all the tests oh no he passed all the tests) make out with him in front of his family like he is obviously planning. 

But once again, Wei Wuxian’s cultivation knowledge captures Lan Wangji’s attention and breaks through his reserve. 

This Hardy Boys moment is the beginning of their cultivation partnership.

Lan Wangji is brave but is extremely constrained: by the authorities in his life and by his own rigid reserve. Wei Wuxian is brave and is also free. His companionship gives Lan Wangji an opportunity to engage with a much broader range of the things that interest him than he’s ever had before. 

After Wei Wuxian has been sent to bed, Lan Wangji stands outside and -- just as WWX had suggested at the beginning of their date/fight -- admires the moon, with an expression that’s anything but upset. 

Sure, sex is cool (probably), but have you ever analyzed a walking corpse with a beautiful boy in the moonlight?

If you’ve got your true honey Life can be pretty funny If you've got money, money to burn Rooty toot toot for the moon It's the biggest star I've ever seen

The Fine-as-Hell Brothers

Alone together, Lans Xichen and Wangji talk over the various things on their minds. 

Xichen: What the fuck is up with you? ...Rooftop fights and dropping spells on boys?

Wangji: You and uncle were ignoring me so I was making my own fun

Xichen: Yeah, we are dealing with this zombie situation; shit’s going to hit the fan

Wangji: what are you going to do about it?

Xichen: fuck-all

Wangji: Well, you can rely on me

Xichen: I totally do. So how about you get to know this Wei kid, he seems like a fun ride.

Wangji: *death glare*

Xichen: You know, since Dad died you’ve become even more uptight. I wonder if I’ve been too strict with you?

Wangji: Um, you think? 3000 fucking rules, dude. Fortunately I’m not going to go off the rails and fall in love with my polar opposite and cause havoc in the cultivation world or anything like that.

Xichen: good, me neither

Outtro

Writing prompt: Lan Xichen’s secret nightly letter to his Mom’s memory or spirit (your choice), in which he confides in her about his day. May be written in flute solo form. 

(As always if you use this prompt feel free to post a link to your fic in comments!)

Soundtrack: 1. This Is The Day by The The  2.  Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus 3. Rooty Toot Toot for the Moon, Greg Brown version 4. Madonna, Vogue

Bonus: FineAsHell-Jun

Episode 04 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

[sithmyass]

Nyctophilia - Chapter 1

Emperor!Vader x Princess!Reader

So here’s chapter 1 of Nyctophilia!! I’d like to thank my girls in the Ani chat, and a huge thanks to @drinksomecoco and @wishiwasanavenger for being the bestest ever!!

Warnings! : I don’t really think there’s anything in this chapter that calls for a warning? except maybe mean Ani.

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CHAPTER 1

“Where are you taking me?” You ask from your corner to which you were cuffed.

Your captor - Emperor Vader himself - lets out a small chuckle under his breath, before standing up from his seat, moving to crouch before you so he’s at eye level. Here, you get a proper look into his eyes. People told stories of their bright yellow.Yet, here they looked duller, more green. “Mustafar, sweet princess.” He answers, just above a whisper, “or I should say, my bride.”

If you weren’t attached to the wall, and already on the floor, surely your legs would have betrayed you. “B-bride?”

A smirk begins to form on his lips as your words fail you. “Don’t sound so upset, flower..” He runs his thumb over your cheek, collecting the falling tears on his gloved hand. “Think of it this way, you’ll have the most handsome man in the galaxy to be your husband, and you’ll be crowned Empress..”

He pats your cheek twice before standing up, returning to the cockpit of the ship, sitting in the pilot's seat once more. More and more tears streak and stain your cheeks as the minutes pass, and those very same minutes turn to hours before your very eyes.

Vader appears before you again, and begins to remove your restraints from your wrists. After helping you to your feet, he wraps a tight arm possessively around your waist. “Try to escape me, little one, and it’ll end in your demise.” He threatens as you walk off the ship, side by side. He guides you into the dark and gloomy castle, now loosening his grip on you slightly. Without a word, he guides you up the main staircase, along the plush red carpet towards large, black, wooden doors.

He releases your hip, but quickly takes your hand tightly in his as he opens the large doors before you. He motions you inside, allowing you to enter what seems to be his personal chambers. “My dear flower, these are our chambers. Please make yourself at home.”

He releases your hand, allowing you to explore the room whilst he stands in front of the doors, preventing your escape. “I will send up a few handmaidens for you, they will help you prepare for tonight’s ceremony.” He slowly strides over towards you, taking your small hand in his large one, before brushing his plush lips over your knuckles gently. Your thoughts race as you decide how to tell him that you can’t marry him. Your parents would never allow it, what about the prince of Alderaan?

“Emperor, I-“ You begin, but he cuts you off.

“Please, call me Vader, sweet flower.” You nod slowly, noticing a small smile form on his lips.

“Vader.. I cannot marry you.. I-I’m to be wed back home...” You try to explain, but you see his smile slowly turn to a scowl, and his eyes flash bright yellow, the same colour as the stories.

“No, flower. You are to be wed to me tonight. Fail to appear, and I will make sure you’ll never see your family again.” His grip on your hand tightens in his anger, before he drops it suddenly, making a haste exit - locking the door in the process.

You jump as the door slams behind him, leaving you now in the silence of the sullen room. You begin to take in your surroundings, and you notice how expertly the room is decorated. The room is mostly black with red accents; a red throw rug here, a red candle there. You walk towards the large dresser, running your fingers over the black wood. The vanity before you allows you to take in your reflection, face red and swollen, mascara stained cheeks, and mussed hair. Turning around, ignoring the reflection, you find yourself slowly making your way towards the large bed.

You run your fingertips over the black silk comforter, and allow yourself to climb onto the bed. Laying back against the pillows, you feel as if you’ve been transported to heaven, and you’re laying on the fluffiest cloud in the sky. Even your bed back home wasn’t as large or comfortable as this one. You’re ripped from your fantasy as a knock echos through the room. Immediately you stride towards the door, putting your ear to the wood.

“Yes?”

“Miss Y/N, your handmaidens are here.” A male voice calls out, before the door unlocks and opens, revealing a stormtrooper and three women standing before you. The women enter and the stormtrooper shuts the door behind them, locking it back up immediately.

“Oh, Miss Y/N, you’re more beautiful than the tales give you credit for..” The small red haired woman gawks, before leading you over towards the large stand up mirror in the corner of the large room. The two other ladies rush behind you, and go into the closet.

“Thank you, miss...?” You ask, and the red haired woman replies with her name.

“Bela.”

“Bela.. That's a gorgeous name.” The other two women appear before you with the most gorgeous black wedding gown you had ever seen in your entire life. Before you could even express your feelings towards the gown, you were being stripped down and pushed into the fabric.

“Emperor Vader hand picked this dress for you, Miss.” Bela says, making conversation as she begins to lace up your corset.

At the mention of Vader, you bite your lip to remain quiet. “I’d prefer not to talk about him.”

Bela nods, and continues preparing you for the ceremony. The rest of the preparation passes in silence, allowing the women to prepare your makeup and hair perfectly. As soon as they finish, they all leave you alone in the room once again.

Minutes later the stormtrooper stationed outside your room beckons you to the door. “Your highness, Emperor Vader has requested that I escort you down to the main hall for tonight’s ceremony.”

You grab hold of the troopers arm, silently allowing him to guide you through the corridors of the bleak palace. Her guides you through the corridors of the bleak palace before stopping before another large door,pushing it open to reveal Vader standing at a makeshift altar. He’s clad in black robes and a black cape, similar to his usual attire but much fancier. Other than the Emperor himself and presumably the officiant, there were no other souls present for this moment. A moment that was supposed to be special for the bride and groom, yet you stand here and feel unhappy and forced.

As you silently make your way down the isle, Vader extends his gloved hand out to you, which you take reluctantly.

“My.. You’re more beautiful than all the stars in the galaxies, Flower..” He whispers into your ear as the officiant begins the ceremony. You give him no reaction though, in hopes of getting your point across.

“Miss Y/N, do you take Emperor Vader to be your husband?” He looks at you blankly as he waits for your answer, but when none comes, you start to feel a slight constricting feeling on your throat. Each passing second without an answer, the feeling got tighter and tighter, you look up to his eyes, trying to glare. He subtly raises an eyebrow and it suddenly gets a lot tighter and forces a strangled ‘I do’ from your lips.

A smirk forms on Vader’s lips when you answer, as he waits to be asked the same question. “Emperor Vader, do you take Miss Y/N-“

“I do.” Vader manages to cut him off, and he slips the engagement and wedding band onto your finger at the same time. He puts his band on quickly and urges the man to finish the ceremony.

“You may now kiss your new Empress.”

You take a step back, wishing you could just run and escape up to your room, but Vader is one step ahead of you and grabs your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Welcome home, Empress.” He whispers into your ear before pulling you into a deep kiss. It’s completely one sided until he pinches the skin of your hip, making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you struggle to push him off your body.He lets you do so though, but not before giving you a smirk and dragging you out of the room “You’re going to love it here flower,”.

[valleynix]

OMGMMGMG okay so i told you yesterday that i was starting to promise the moon and it’s literally 3am but i just finished and had to tell you how amazing it is. I’m actually blown away by how much detail you’ve put into each character !! the way they’re all so fleshed (callback to chapter 3’s breakfast scene bc ik bela would laugh hehe) out and unpredictable and truly grey wow my love of grey characters…really you just made this probably my favorite fanfic ever !!! i don’t even know anything about the resident evil game & have never seen the movies but you’ve made me fall absolutely in love w these four women omg i actually have no words to describe how much i love your story. it literally plays in my mind like a movie and has a plot so good ugh I’m so happy i randomly found your blog !!! could actually just go on for so long about how cool the storyline is but brb going reread it again bc the girls have my whole heart and i just can’t get enough<33 wishing you the bestest day !!

ACK SDJFHDS this was so nice to wake up to, i stg. i'm so sorry for replying late! i just started uni again today so things have been kinda hectic BUT

god, the amount of happiness i get anytime someone says they like anything i do- i just get so??? confusion and joy are the two conflicting emotions LMAOO

i just- y'all are so sweet and i cannot handle it. everything just kinda comes straight from my noggin to yours, and i'm SO glad it's being received well!! sometimes i'll go back and reread stuff to make sure i don't repeat it or to not retcon something, and i'll see the way i write and just go, "damn, i really hope they can understand that" SKDHSDKF

it makes me so happy to know some of y'all are enjoying my characterizations so far- i really try to make them how i think they'd react in that situation, which can certainly be a little difficult. but! it makes it all worth it when you all tell me how much you're enjoying it >:) (also, i 100% agree that Bela would just laugh when she's teasing someone that badly ASLFJ, she's my favorite bratty oldest child <3)

thank you so much for the ask!! i really hope you're having a wonderful day as well, and get that sleep you deserve!! <333

[weasleychick32]

Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by @rosewhipped22 like uhh a month a go. Yeah for eventual responses!

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural? Uhhh 8? Maybe 9? I don’t remember lol

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with? Cas. Cas was actually the reason I started watching the show in the first place. I’ve never been a fan of scary movies so I thought I was going to have to suffer through the first three seasons before I got to the good stuff, but I was pleasantly surprised.

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love?: Dean? *ducks for cover* I wouldn’t say hate but I spent a whole episode and a half wondering what y’all saw in him. Needless to say, I get it now ;)

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? None? Uh if I had to pick maybe Bobby? Friendships count as relationships, right? We’d have the best bro-ship in the universe where he does whatever he wants and I do whatever I want. Easy as pie.

5. If you could go on a date with just one character, which one would you choose?: *long drawn out sigh*  

6. What would you do on that date? *obnoxiously long drawn out sigh*

7. Which character would you most want to be like?: Jody. That’s lady’s got her shit together.

8. Which character would you most want to see brought back from the dead?: Oh jeez what a question. I gotta go with Charlie though (sorry everyone else)

9. Which character would you most like to punch?: Literally every angel that ever took advantage of Cas’s trust (looking at you meta-douche)

10. Who is your absolute favorite character?: Castiel

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst?: I was leaning towards early Lucifer, but honestly, I think it was the angels who fought to make the apocalypse happen. Douchebags.

12. Which character are you most like?: Dean 

13. What death hit you the hardest? Bobby - 4 sure. Ever since I’ve just been pretty numb to all the deaths. Even Charlie’s was like yeah okay now you’re just being dicks. She’ll live forever in fanfiction. 14. What season finale hit you the hardest?: I dunno. 4 or 5 maybe. Swan Song is still my all-time fav and I still get choked up hearing Rob’s voice-over so probz5.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes?: Oh ha--Ten?? You think I can pick TEN??? HA! Spoiler Alert: I suck at picking favorites. But for proprieties sake, let’s go with Swan Song, Windego, and Baby and p much all the ones involving Claire basically.

16. What’s been your favorite season?: *8 or 5

17. Who is your favorite angel? Cas (bobviously)

18. Who is your favorite demon? Meg 2.0

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Abbaddon. She was chaotic evil and that was super scary

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships?: It’s not a ship if they’re actually soulmates (destiel). And then I whore Sam around between Jess, Gabriel, Eileen, and Ruby depnding on the context. What can I say? He’s a lover.

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor?: Osric maybe? So many good options...

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show?: "Freedom is a length of rope and God wants you to hang yourself with it.”

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you choose? Matthew Gray Gubler (also the entire s5(ish) Criminal Minds team OR NO WAIT! Dylan O’Brien! Actin’ shady, keeping his wolfy friends safe.

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creatures would you like to see included?: An angel vs. Coffee Maker battle royale (Early morning Cas, if that wasn’t clear)

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with?: Of the women Dean has hooked up with, Anna is my fav character.

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with?: Of the women Sam has hooked up with, Ruby is my fav character.

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments?: God I don’t think I can pinpoint it to anything specific. All I know is that I can’t casually listen to the videos at work because I have almost died trying not to laugh.

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character to be described?: Loner hunter woman, kinda awkward, but not Cas-level awkward. Drives around in her van taking care of little cases that the big time hunters tend to over-look. “Most hunters (i.e. Winchesters and Co) wear boots. Boots are good, sturdy footwear designed for standing your ground and to protect your feet from the inevitable shrapnel that comes with fighting baddies and refusing to back down no matter the cost. Me? I opt for running shoes. Because I wanna live.”

29. What do you hope to see in the next season?: So many... I want a destiel kiss, Cas and Mary to become besties, Sam and Dean to be the bestest bros to ever bro,and the supernatural world outed to the general public.

30. - 40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John?: Bobby, no contest

Bela or Ruby? Ruby

Jess or Madison?: Jess

Jo or Lisa?: Jo

Charlie or Kevin? How dare you ask this of me. I refuse to answer.

Balthazar or Ash?: Ash

Cas or Crowley? Cas

Ben or Claire? Claire

Jody or Donna? Dumb question. BOTH obviously!

Sam or Dean?: Trick question! You can’t have one with out the other.....I’m not prepared for where that answer may take me so I’m just gonna ignore it