#but I remember that whole fiasco and decided against it

[woso-dreamzzz]

Klumpig's Halloween:

Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader

Summary: The fourth of my Halloween-centric fics

Frido sighs as Aitana approaches.

"Don't," She says.

"I haven't even said anything."

"And yet, I knew what you were going to say. So, please, don't."

It seems that everyone in Frido's life has decided to ignore her though because Aitana still speaks.

"She dressed up as you, huh? That's kind of funny."

"It's really not."

"I thought it was funny."

"That's because you've got the same sense of humour as her."

Frido takes a swig of her wine, looks at the glass for a moment before downing the rest like a shot, already reaching for the bottle to refill it again.

You're across the room from her with Vicky and Salma. They're gone the more traditional Halloween route, Salma as a vampire and Vicky as a werewolf.

You've decided against that even though you used to love it.

Frido's whole camera role is filled with pictures of you from your childhood in your cute little Halloween costumes. She can still remember dressing up like a ghost with you and helping you go around town trick-or-treating while your parents got the family Halloween party started.

Somewhere along the way, at some point during those years when Frido left the country and you got older, you'd decided against all the traditional Halloween stuff.

No more masks and cute costumes and insisting that you're 'a unicorn-princess-witch, Frido! Obviously!' in favour of more chilled out costumes that you didn't have to buy and could just scrounge up from your wardrobe.

Maybe you'd even throw on some gory makeup to really sell it but gone are the days of you in a little white sheet with eye holes cut out and fake, oversized teeth.

You were a teenager now and after last year's fiasco of you just dressed as a 'first dead girl' from a horror movie, Frido's done arguing - though she does make sure to take your picture in front of the wall to add to her Halloween collection.

This time though, you've really outdone yourself, deciding to forgo your wardrobe entirely in favour of Frido's.

You're in her Barcelona kit, her shorts, her shirt and her socks. You've taken her favourite pair of football boots and even her shin guards. It was cold when you left the house so you grabbed her Sweden warm up jacket even though your own was perfectly capable of being worn.

"Oh," Ingrid says over the top of her own glass of wine," Here we go."

She glances meaningfully back over at you as Alexia walks over.

"The point of a Halloween party," Alexia says," Is to dress up, Frido. If you don't dress up then the younger players won't dress up."

"I am dressed up."

"You're wearing your football kit. You're hardly dressed up."

"But I am!"

"You're not."

You turn around, relishing in the brief look of surprise that crosses your captain's face. It always takes people a few seconds to realise which Rolfö they're talking to.

"But I am!" You say triumphantly," I'm Frido! I should have brought a wine glass with me but I didn't want to push it."

From across the room, Frido sighs.

"I don't always have a wine glass on me!" She yells.

You look pointedly at her hand and she hastily puts it down.

"You should tell her off, capi," You say to Alexia with a cheeky grin," A glass of wine after every big match to unwind. Isn't that so bad? I mean, you don't even drink during the season. Surely, Frido should follow your lead, right? I mean, you don't want me thinking that what Frido's doing is acceptable?"

"Stop trying to set Alexia on me!" Frido yells back," If I want a glass of wine for putting up with your craziness then I'll have a glass of wine."

You ignore her in favour of laying it on thick with your captain.

"Alexia, are you listening to her? First she's drinking and now she's calling me crazy! You should really bench her!"

"Funny," Alexia says dryly," You must be really getting into character because she asked me to bench you a few weeks ago as well."

You grin. "Well, at least she can't ask you to do that now, seeing as...you know..."

You gesture to your bandaged leg. Most of it is hidden under Frido's shorts and socks but a bit of it peaks out.

Frido sighs, clicking her fingers and pointing in front of her.

On any other day, you'd probably argue a bit about it but you're with the team right now and you know they can only take so much Rolfö cousin bickering.

You hobble over on crutches to stop in front of her.

Frido stands fluidly, placing her glass down on the side table.

"You know I don't like it when you poke fun at your injury," She says, cupping your cheek in one of her hands," It's serious."

"I know," You huff," But it was just a joke. Just trying to keep it light."

"I know but-"

"It is Halloween after all."

Frido rolls her eyes fondly. "You don't think dressing up as me is joke enough?"

She recognises the cheeky grin on your face the moment it curls upwards at the corner of your mouth.

"Oh man," You pretend to groan," But I haven't even gotten to the best part."

"And what exactly is the best part?"

"The part when I do my impression of you when you found out that Brick was coming to stay."

"No! Don't you-"

"She screamed so loud," You tell the group assembled near Frido's seat," And stomped her feet like a little girl. She said something like- Hey! Put me down! Frido!"

Frido easily lifts you over her shoulder.

"I think we're going to call a cab and go home. It's past this one's bedtime."

"I don't have a bedtime! Stop telling people I have a bedtime!"

[7ndipity]

“Are You Confident?”

fwb!Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: The one where you get fed up with Jungkook’s teasing and decide to take him up on his offer.

Word Count: just under 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. oral(m. receiving), swearing, Jk starts out fuckboy-ish but turns subby, slight dom reader, reader’s referred to as Noona, not proofread

A/N: This idea has been sitting in my drafts since early December, but I finally managed to finish part one! This is sort of a prequel to this drabble, so if you can read it too if you liked this one. I’ll also be posting part two and a masterlist(hopefully)later this week, so lmk what you think!

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If you had to choose a favorite place in the whole world, you would choose Jungkook’s apartment without a thought. Not your own apartment, not you favorite shop, not even the dream vacation you’d been planning and saving up for forever, just being tucked into the corner of Jungkook’s couch, Bam curled up next to you, his massive head resting in your lap, subtly begging for pets as you vented to his owner about your most recent dating fiasco.

The guy one of your friends had set you up with had seemed nice enough at first, but as dinner progressed, things had progressively gone downhill.

“Did he least pay for dinner?” Jungkook asked, sprawled on the opposite end of the couch.

“I’d assume so, I walked out before the bill even came.” You replied, taking a long drink from your glass.

“Why do you even bother with dating anyway? You said before you hated it.” He asked.

“I’ve told you, I’m… lonely.” You said pointedly, avoiding his eyes.

He squinted at you, understanding suddenly flashing across his face.

“Ah, so you just need to get laid?” He asked, sitting back with a smirk as your face flushed with color. “Why didn’t you just say so? I could help you with that.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You groaned, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

“I’m serious.” He said, following you. “It’s better than fucking some random asshole.”

This type of conversation was a recurring thing in your friendship. Jungkook loved to tease you, and with a relationship that had grown as close as yours had, he had plenty of opportunities.

Your friends often joked that the two of you should just date already with the way you acted with each other, often toeing the line between what was typically considered okay for ‘just friends’. You’d slept in the same bed more times than you could count(a fact that had made Taehyung nearly choke on his drink when he’d found out), you’d even kissed at his friend's New Years Eve party after a few too many drinks and a similar conversation to the one you were currently having, lamenting about not having someone to kiss at midnight.

You didn’t know what had possessed you to do it, all you could remember was hearing the countdown and leaning in, connecting your lips with his for the briefest moment, only for him to quickly chase after yours when you had started to pull away.

Neither of you had brought it up afterwards, but the memory of it was permanently seared into your mind; the feel of his lips moving against yours, the way his hands had gently gripped your waist-

You shook your head, redirecting your attention back to the current moment, trying to ignore Jungkook as he leaned against the counter next to you.

“Look, if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine, I’m just offering a possible solution to your problem,” He said, shrugging as he grinned at you. “You know, if you’re really desperate.”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. When's the last time you even went on a date again?”

Your words had the desired effect on him, turning his expression sour.

“That’s different, I’ve been… busy.” He said grudgingly.

“Uh-huh, sure.” You grinned triumphantly.

“I mean it though,” He said. “If that’s really all you’re after, I’d be glad to help.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” He shrugged. “I mean, like you said, it’s not like I've got anything going either. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, just two friends helping each other out.”

“That is, if you think you can handle me.” He added with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, letting out an irritated laugh. “Please, I could handle you.”

“Are you confident?” He asked, quirking a brow at you.

“Yes.” You answered immediately, catching both him and yourself off guard as you stared him down.

Your words weren’t entirely true, you weren’t all that confident when it came to things like this, but Jungkook had a way of triggering your stubborn streak, whether it was with that cocky smile he always threw your way or the domineering tone he like to tease you with, something about him made you suddenly brave and willing to challenge anything he said.

Normally, that was part of what made your friendship fun, the two of you constantly bickering and at odds with each other, but this was much different than arguing over where to get dinner or what to watch on tv.

You were chest to chest now, able to feel his heart pounding surprisingly fast as he stared down at you.

“Prove it.” He said, his tone having lost its teasing edge as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your mouth.

That was all it took to make you break.

You closed the gap between the two of you, pushing him back against the wall as your lips clashed.

This wasn’t at all like the first time you’d kissed, there was no hesitancy or tender playfulness, it was hot and rushed and needy, full of tongue and teeth.

You were aware of a voice in the back of your head frantically screaming at you, something about how this was terrible idea and could ruin things between you and Jungkook completely, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care as his warm hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue fought with yours for dominance. He tasted sharp and sweet like the wine you had brought, his skin hot under your fingertips as your hands slipped from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands and earning a low grunt from him.

His grip on your hips tightened before sliding down to grope your ass, grinding you against the growing bulge in his pants.

A surprised squeak left you, making him chuckle against your lips as you mentally cursed yourself. You were not about to let him have the upper hand, not this quickly.

You slipped a hand down between you to palm him over his pants, squeezing just enough to cause what sounded very much like a moan to you to release from his throat, though you knew he’d tried to deny it.

Just as suddenly as you’d begun, you pulled away, making his eyes snap open in confusion.

“What are you-?” He panted, stopping in shock as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“I’m helping you out.” You said simply, undoing his belt as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Is that okay?”

He nodded, breathing unsteadily.

“I need words, Sweetie.” You said, making him flush at the petname as you fiddled with his zipper. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“I want it,” He quickly blurted, giving up control with surprising ease as he stared down at you, eyes black with need. “I-I want your mouth, please.”

“Good boy.” You tugged his jeans down, revealing the prominent tent in his boxers, a small wet patch on the material showing just how eager he was.

“These are cute.” You commented, toying with the waistband before letting it snap back against his skin, making him jump slightly. “Purple looks good on you.”

“Noona, please.” He whined in frustration, his head falling back against the wall as his hips twitched forward involuntarily.

“Fine, since you’re asking so politely.” You pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, hanging heavy in front of your face.

He was slightly bigger than you expected, the tip flushed deep red and leaking precum as you took him in your hand, making him shudder.

“Mm, should’ve known, even your cock’s pretty.” You mused, leaning in to give it a cursory lick, sucking the tip into your mouth for a moment before pulling back, leaving a few kisses along the underside of his length as you glanced up at him to gauge his reaction.

He was staring down at you slack-jawed, his breaths coming out in uneven pants as you pumped him with your hand.

He already looked slightly fucked out and you’d barely done anything to him yet, giving you a massive surge of confidence as you held eye contact with him, gathering as much spit as you could in your mouth before letting it dribble down over his twitching length.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, squiming slightly.

Still holding his gaze, you took him fully into your mouth, sinking down as far as you could go.

“Fuck!” He gasped, his head falling back against the wall with a thump as you pulled back, swirling your tongue around him teasingly before sinking down again, letting him hit the back of your throat and holding him there for a moment before pulling off.

You quickly found your rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on him and using your hands on what wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

He let out a low whine, fists clenched so tight against his thighs his knuckles had gone white.

Noticing this, you used your free hand to guide his to your head, letting him tangle his fingers in your hair and giving him something to ground himself with.

All too soon, you felt him beginning to tense, his grip on your head tightening as his thighs started to shake.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He whimpered. “Where do you want me to-?”

You only answer to him taking him and deeper and swallowing around him, making him cry out as his hip bucked forward, fucking your face as he chased his release.

“Shit, Y/n, I-” His words were choked off with a groan as he came, cumming down your throat in hot spurts.

He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard as you slowly pulled off of him, making a point to meet his eyes again as you swallowed.

“Shit, Y/n,” He said weakly as you stood back up. “That was-”

You cut him off with another kiss, feeling him twitch against your leg as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Beating Heart

Pairing: Fierce Deity x Reader

Warning(s): None!

Notes: I was listening to "Beating Heart" by Ellie Goulding and "Breathe" by Michelle Branch on repeat while writing this. Feel free to consider this in the same universe as 'Knightmare In Toronto'.

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The Fierce Deity's hair was long–almost too long than what you'd originally expected–and not nearly the unkept mess you thought it would be. The night was still young when he removed his long grey cap, stark strands flowing down his shoulders like a cooly-molten waterfall. The whole situation felt strangely intimate as you ran a hand through your own hair.

It is said hair holds memories, so what truths did his hold? Were they of battle? Of pain? Of love?

"You look surprised," the deity rumbled. His pupil less gaze offered a sort of gentle curiosity that you had become startlingly familiar with after the deer fiasco. "Why?"

"I thought your hair would be shorter," you answered honestly. "Not that there's anything bad about longer hair--"

"It is atypical," Fierce finished, eyeing you steadily from across the island, laden with ingredients. Baking had always been a comfort when sleep would not take you, though this was the first time you weren't alone with your thoughts in the silent kitchen, save for the grating scrapes as you mixed the dough with a fork. "I am in no need of coddling."

"I wasn't trying to," you dumped the chocolate chips in with more force than necessary. "Is long hair common where you come from?"

"It is neither common nor uncommon," the Fierce Deity's expression grew contemplative. "What of your world?"

"It's..." you hesitated before remember that he likely couldn't care less. "more common for men to have longer hair than it used to be, but most cut it."

"I see," your arm ached from all the mixing, but it was welcome. "Does it bother you?"

Your brow's furrowed. "That men cut their hair?" he nodded and you felt distinctly disappointed that he believed you cared of something so trivial. "Why would it? If I'm allowed to have my hair long, why shouldn't everyone else?"

The Fierce Deity inclined his head, gaze dropping to the bowl on the counter. You opened your mouth to ask if he liked chocolate, but the oven beeped shrilly and you rushed to scoop the cookies into the pan. As soon as the first batch was in, you yawned and slumped against the refrigerator. "I never did ask why you decided to come down, if you're in a sharing mood."

It was an honest question. He "slept" with the other boys in the guest room, yet somehow always knew when you scurried down to the kitchen to cook away the dark. You had nearly screamed the first time he walked in to inquire on whether the woods outside were your property (then disappeared for a worrying amount of time when you informed that yes, you owned more than fifty feet of fenced yard) but with habit brought comfort, and now it was hardly an inconvenience when he appeared behind you to... watch the cooking process? Daydream of war? You doubted you would ever figure out what was going on in that head of his, which was only mildly infuriating when he seemed to anticipate your every reaction.

"I do not know," was his honest answer to your honest question. "I am merely curious."

"...Of?"

Silence fell as the deity's eyes burned gentle, curious holes in you. You pushed yourself up and loaded the next tray with dough; it wouldn't do you any good to push this budding... whatever it was. Seconds later, the oven dinged in completion, and you laid the piping hot tray on the stove to cool. A delicious scent drifted forth from your creations, and it was surprising that nine more men weren't banging down the hallway for some. Though the cookies were still hot, you scooped up one with a spatula and offered it to him with a grin. "Want one?"

The Fierce Deity, forsaker of worlds and morals alike, took the offering with more delicacy than you thought him capable of, as if he was cradling a precious being rather than a misshapen blob of dough and chocolate. You took a cookie for yourself and began tucking in. Fierce, however, was motionless, staring intently at his hands.

"I do not understand you," he said, and you were inclined to say the same.

"You don't have to," you said through a mouthful of cookie. "You know what I don't understand? Why everything has to be understood."

"Knowledge is life," intoned the deity, though his tone held an air of hesitation. The cookie must have weighed a thousand pounds from how his hands seemed to tremble. "Without understanding, how are we to live?"

"You can live without understanding," you shot back. "I'm sure I'll never understand how you all ended up here, and don't you dare tell me this–" you gestured around you, expression firm and tone biting. "–isn't living."

The deity was silent, and your relief was more palpable than the chocolate on your tongue. You had no idea how or why you kept having these world-shattering conversations with Fierce, but it was a welcome break from the monotony of your life. Which is why you sighed, pinched your temples, and allowed your eyes to meet. "Listen, you don't have to have everything figured out, yanno? That's what Google is for."

It was a testament to the Fierce Deity's patience that you had made it this far with him, but maybe he didn't mind as much as your brain screamed he did. With bated breath, you watched him draw himself to full height, expression neutral. "Why do you defend ignorance?"

You snorted and helped yourself to another cookie. The others could kiss your ass. "I'm not defending it, I'm just saying that some knowledge is just as good as all knowledge. Aren't there things you wish you didn't know?"

"Every day," admitted the Fierce Deity, softening some. "I am a deity, I am born to discover."

"Then go discover," you shot him a small smile through a bite of cookie. "What are you waiting for?"

"I..." it was as if a switch had been flipped, and his expression grew despondent. For someone with no pupils, his eyes sure were expressive. "I do not know."

"Do you want to?"

"Excuse me?" He asked, unfounded and unbelieving.

"Do you want to discover?"

A beat passed.

"Yes."

Maybe it was the fact that it was two in the morning, or perhaps you were simply sick of surprises in life, but you grinned and gestured to the uneaten cookie in his large, battle-scarred hands. "Then I'd hope you find my baking worth discovering."

And the Fierce Deity did just that. You would forever remember the way his expression froze with the first bite he took; the cookie was gone before you managed to squeeze out another word, and it was just fine with you.

Wordlessly, you scraped another morsel from the pan and offered it forth. There was no hesitation from Fierce the second time around, and your hard work disappeared in two large bites.

It felt good to be right, you realized, but it felt even better to help.

"Better than deer, right?" You joked, already knowing the answer.

The deity nodded, looking just short of licking his fingers. You wouldn't have judged him either way. "You have skill," he said, and you almost fell over at the fact that an actual god had given you a direct compliment. "I have use for this skill."

You... had an idea of where this was going, so you shrugged and grabbed your cookbook, the pages stained from years of use and even more of love. "I was thinking... brownies next," you mused slowly, flipping to the correct page, the corners dotted with old batter, then turned your gaze to Fierce. "How about it?"

Though his face was no less stiff–an old habit, you presumed–you were quick to catch the upwards quirk of his pursed lips. With steps that seemed to shake the floor, he drew closer, practically caging you against the counter, expression going contemplative before shifting into something you could only describe as calculated mirth.

"I would like nothing more," the deity intoned softly, gaze fixed to yours. Though the air was thick with tension, you had never felt safer. It was strange, and it was expected; you had always known he wasn't the monster his looks portrayed him to be.

So, with a racing heart and flushed cheeks, you reached up to boop the tip of his nose. The deity blinked, and you could have laughed how quickly his face changed to one of surprise, never mind the fact that you were probably playing with fire at this point. "I'll teach you, but you're on high shelf duty!"

It was perfectly fair, he was over six and a half feet. With a chuckle, you ducked away to get more flour, throwing a cheeky grin over your shoulder at the starstruck deity. "Would you be a dear and grab some cacao powder?" He had seen you get it before, so you didn't bother telling him where it was.

It was almost funny how he seemed to scramble to get when you requested, but you held yourself back for fear of bruising his ego.

Sure, your kitchen looked like a terrible replica of the show Nailed It by the time dawn rolled around, and you discovered exactly why Fierce was a god of war, not gentle grip on bags of flour, but you had a feeling the journey would, and had already been, worth it.

I consumed an entire batch of chocolate chip cookies and wrote this, so please be gentle!

[celticcrossanon]

Celta, I have a preposterous theory about the whole meghnancy fiasco and I want to share it with you to see what's your opinion on it.

I think BP did confront Rachel and her husband about the surrogacy and probably was told they can keep the kid, he's still a beloved family member but he will not be receiving any titles. This angered the two idiots and they started the blackmailing using "racism, first mixed race kid in the BRF, security, bla bla bla.." When BP couldn't control them mostly thanks to Harold's stupidity who must've been defending his darling wife like mad, they just let them do whatever the hell they want to so those two were happily acting up and started the smear campaign against the BRF. Of course their jealousy towards the Waleses expanded a million times more during this time because Waleses are everything that's right with the world and these two are the most despicable things in earth. They were angry because they were told no.

HMTQ's Christmas speech with the photo of heirs was the last straw because they felt that she was saying the sprog isn't specifically acknowledged by her so they decided to go all out and destroy the family that gave them everything they wanted but these two are just the bottomless pit that can never be satisfied. They really thought the BRF wouldn't dare to make the surrogacy public and have always used Harold's "mental issues + suicidal blackmails" to stop them from doing so hence why The Palace is mum till today about their disgusting act.

Remember when Camilla rubbed her tummy mockingly while chatting to Catherine? Pretty sure they all have watched the popping sound of her tummy in Mayhew and they disappearing bump in Birkenhead. The BRF isn't stupid, they can't proceed further because of the unaliving blackmails Harold had been successfully using on them.

What do you think of this?

Hi Nonny,

I think that the top members of the BRF, at least, are aware of the issues around the births of the Sussex children. I don't know whether they would have confronted the Sussexes about this or simply kept quiet and given them enough rope to hand themselves. Over the passage of time more and more people have come to believe that those children either don't exist or where a product of surrogacy, so it certainly would be easier to have the public support any evidence of that today than it would have been when Archie was born, for example.

I also think that Meghan would have taken offense at the photo of the heirs simply because she and her husband were not in it, no matter what circumstance had preceded it.

After that. it is anyone's guess as to what happened. What you have said links together and makes sense, so it is as possible as any other theory and more possible than the ones that don't make sense.

I really want the truth about the Meghnancies and the Sussex kids to come out. I am getting very tired of waiting for it to be revealed and I think by the time it does come out I simply will not care any longer, which may be what King Charles wants anyway.

[velarisbeautyqueen]

A COURT OF SHADOWS AND DAYLIGHT Chapter One

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warnings: swearing!

the room was tense, as if any movement too sudden would set everybody off. they had come to a cross roads in their fight against hybern. they needed allies, desperately. they decided to send a letter to each other high lord and their court, offering a peaceful talk on how they can work together to solve this issue. awaiting the responses on said letters has left every on edge.

how many allies did they have among the courts? day seemed like a safe bet, helion and rhys were familiar and friendly. though, it would prove a harder fight to win courts like autumn or summer to their side. a few months ago, summer would have been an easy ally, but after the whole blood rubies fiasco, rhys could only hope tarquin was sensible enough to look past their prior….. indiscretions.

“we barely stand a chance of surviving hybern’s armies on our own. If armies from vallahan, montesere, and rask joined them…” cassian sighed and drew a line across his tanned throat.

“are those three territories…. powerful?” feyre winced after the words had slipped from her mouth. it seemed a foolish question.

“yes,” azriel responded with no judgement in his hazel eyes. “vallahan has the numbers, montesere has the money, and rask… it is large enough to have both.”

“so we have no potential allies amongst the other overseas territories?”

rhys sighed heavily, leaning back in his armchair and pulled at a stray string on his cuff, “not one’s that would sail here to help.”

feyre’s stomach turned, “what of miryam and drakon? you fought for miryam and drakon centuries ago… perhaps it’s time to call in that debt.”

but rhys just shook his head, “we tried. azriel went to cretea.”

“it was abandoned, in ruin.” azriel added, shadows stirring behind him as they always did. “with no trace of what happened or where they went.”

“you think that hybern-”

“there was no sign of hybern, or of any harm,” mor cut in, her face taut.

“then you think they heard of hybern and ran?” feyre asked.

“the miryam and drakon i knew wouldn’t have run- not from this,” rhys responded.

the atmosphere of the room was suffocating. they were doomed. the army of hybern was a force rhysand had a feeling he nor anybody else in the room could even contemplate.

“there’s really nobody else?” feyre’s voice trembled slightly- betraying her dismay.

rhysand looked down at his hands for a moment, at a loss for what to do next.

“you know you can always call upon me, my sweet”

the words sent a shiver up his spine. his eyes darted to feyre, almost questioning if she had heard anything. her face showed no reaction, only contemplation at the challenge of gathering allies. a memory. that’s what the voice inside of his head had been. one he had not thought about in well over one hundred years.

“eowyn ” the high lord choked out. “we can call upon eowyn, and she will come.”

it was silent for a moment, but only a moment,

“i'm sorry, what the fuck is an eowyn?” cassian asked, eyebrows arching, “and how is it going to help us with hybern?”

"yeah rhys! i've never once heard you mention anybody or anything by the name of eowyn" mor chirped in from the right side of the room, wine glass in hand. azriel's eyes which usually lingered on the blonde, were downturned toward the ground.

eowyn…

the room was silent for another several beats, before rhysand jumped to his feet from his chair, pushing the still spinning seat away from his body. before he even knew were he was going, his feet carried him up, up, up the stairs into his office. he was frantic.

"rhys!" feyre called after her mate, her feet carrying her to follow after her mate.

throwing open the heavy oak door, not even cringing with it ricocheted off the wall behind it as he normally would, rhys pushed his way into the room. his eyes bounced around the room, alit with something almost fiery, trying desperately to remember where the last place he had seen that damned locket was. a vicious curse fell from his lips as he threw himself to his knees in front of his desk, his hands delving into the depths the drawers, he began rummaging through. pushing past the files of taxes, geneology, and other nonsense he could not be bothered with at the moment, he huffed in frustration.

several pairs of footsteps had come rushing up the stairs behind him but rhys did not slow his exploration for his audience. he needed to find that fucking locket. a snarl fell from his lips, quickly contorting his body to the other side, before promptly ripping into that drawer as well.

“where the fuck is it?!” he hissed, “don’t play these fucking games with me eowyn,”

"what the fuck is going on...?" cassian mummered to his fellow audiance, all gathered away from their manic high lord.

amren only smirked from where she had perched herself on the arm of a loveseat, "it seems our high lord has been hiding a few more secrets from us than we had anticipated." she did not look angry or upset, no... there was a hint of mischif gleaming in her ancient eyes. mor was frowning, as was feyre. what was rhys not telling them? how long had he been sitting on this secret 'eowyn.'

abandoning the search of the desk, rhys stood and almost threw himself towards the bookcase lining the back wall.

“maybe, if you tell us what you’re looking for…” feyre spoke up, glancing away from rhys for a moment to look for support among her family.

"it has to be around here somewhere..."rhys mumbled to himself, ignoring any help in searching for the missing item.

the high lady’s eyebrows pinched together, confusion flushing her features. why was he ignoring them all? even the spymaster azriel couldn't recall a time rhys had made mention of an 'eowyn.'

“ah-ha!!” rhys’ triumphant cry echoed through the room. held firmly in his grasp was a necklace. feyre and the others could only look on in confusion.

“and what is that going to do to help us-“ cassian was cut off by a harsh snarl falling from the lips of his high lord. the high lord cradled the delicate chain in his hands, fingers gently reaching out to stroke the runes engraved in the metal charm. 'Ueipie trtefraret yawi nlaki'

“wyn… i need you,” rhys’ voice sounded defeated, exhausted and feyre’s soul ached for the weight upon her mates shoulders. “i need you to come here and save my ass,” he mummered into close enough to the locket that his lips brushed the cold metal. “please, wyn. you know i wouldn’t ask if i wasn’t desperate,”

feyre couldn’t only watch as rhys hesitated for a moment, before tightening his hands on the locket before slipping it into his chest pocket. the confusion must have been written plain across her face, because when he turned to her- rhys only sighed.

“i first met eowyn when i was around sixteen,” he started. a deep sigh left his lungs as he looked around the state of his office. files and nick-nacks were not everywhere, clear evidence of his frantic search for the communication device. “my father and hers had been... friends a long time ago, im not too sure how they originally came into contact with each other, but they formed a bond, a connection..”

“her family came to visit us, here in velaris,” it was most unusual. most formal guests were greeted and stayed within the hewn city. “she was here for maybe… a month,”

“where were we?!” cassian butted in, demanding to know why he had no knowledge of the woman.

“at windhaven, remember when i came back home with my mother for the month of june that one year, you and az were alone in the cabin… if i recall you had tanwyn over quite a lot.”

cassian only nodded for rhys to continue on with his story.

"we... she and i grew close, and when her and her family left at the end of the month, we stayed in contact. i didn't see her again, until the first war with hybern. her father's armies came in defence of our side, my father was the one who called upon him. she came with him and..." rhys hesitated before going on, his eyes landing on feyre. his sweet, kind, caring mate. the second half of his soul.

"and we fell in love," a small smile graced his lips, recalling a time long, long ago. "we fell in love and i-i asked her to marry me. i thought it would be a smart political move, to bind our two people together. and she, i think she wanted to say yes, but..." he trailed off.

silence. a deadly silence filled the room. feyre's heart sputtered in her heart. her mate, had been so in love with this woman, he had proposed marriage to her? and he had never even spoken of her...?

rhys didn't speak again for a moment, throwing himself into his desk chair, with a deep sigh. "eowyn is elvish. princess of the elvish people, ruler of the oak ridge empire," he explained. elves? feyre's head spun, hand gripping onto mor's for moral support. "the elves take the mating bond seriously, more seriously than us. they will hardly ever marry if not to their mate, they wait hundreds of years, and do as they please in that time... i thought she loved me too, and i think she did in a way, but..."

"when the war ended, and her father and their men made to head back to Vynkar, their capital city, she decided she was going with them. but she told me that if i ever needed her, if i ever was in need of her help, all i had to to was speak into this necklace.. i was just- so full of rage at her after she left, i thought she took my heart with her.''

feyre could only gape at her mate. her hands hung limply by her sides. she was not angry, not truly beyond the possessive nature that threatened to claw this woman, eowyn's eyes out. rhys was much, much older than her, of course he had his share of romantic interests before her, but to imagine a world she found rhysand, and he was taken by another... her stomach clenched.

"i thought that until i met you, feyre darling. you are my whole heart, but now we need to call eowyn and beg for her aid. we will not stand a chance against hybern without her and her armies,"

feyre drew in a long, deep breath before nodding her head. she was the high lady, and she was stronger than letting an old flame upset her. "you're right, we will need her. if she commands the armies you're implying... she will be our greatest asset."

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this is my first acotar fanfiction ever! comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!

[housewarningparty]

my favorite Miorine thing is that she's so laser focused on suletta to an almost comical degree. prospera reveals that she wants to ruin delling's life (like, her dad, who is dying at the hospital) and miorine goes "ok but leave suletta out of this!". near the end prospera goes on a tirade about eri and miorine, pissed out of her mind, says "you have another daugher! suletta, remember??". i love her.

LIKE. YEAH.

I think the show does a really good job acknowledging that 1) Suletta and Miorine both have REALLY different methods of parsing their emotions and expressing themselves and 2) holy shit they're fucking IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER FOR REAL

You really cannot meaningfully analyze these characters and the decisions they make and the way they relate to each other without keeping their toxic relationships with their parents in mind. There's SO much projection going on - Miorine project herself onto Suletta and Suletta projects her mother onto Miorine.

When we meet Miorine she's isolated and miserable and her only concern is to spite her father and secure her own future. She feels at once dismissed by Delling and also oppressed and controlled by him. Suletta and, subsequently, Earth House are the only real connections she's made with other people. It doesn't take very long for her priorities to shift from getting herself away from her father to providing for her groom and gund-arm.

By late S1 she's undergone this massive shift - she's in charge of a project she chose, working with people she cares about. She's got two things she never had before: autonomy and support.

When Miorine hurts Suletta's feelings by trying to take greenhouse duties away from her, by endorsing her spending time with Elan, she is trying to give Suletta the most important thing she can think to give: autonomy. Freedom to choose how she spends her time and with who. It's a great conflict because it's such a revealing miscommunication. By projecting her own feelings and trauma onto Suletta, Miorine misses what Suletta actually needs. And it beautifully foreshadows the conflict in s2.

Bc the turn in s2 is that Miorine needs to reconcile the version of Suletta that she has come to know and care so much about with the Suletta she was confronted with at plant Quetta. Correctly, Miorine identifies that Suletta is being manipulated and controlled by Prospera. But she takes it further - she overlays her own parental trauma onto Suletta. Miorine sees herself and her father in Prospera's control over Suletta. Worse even: to her father, Miorine was a chess piece in reserve. But Prospera isn't holding Suletta back from anything to preserve her though: she's putting her on the front lines. She's using her as a weapon. And Suletta lacks the perspective to see it.

Suletta is, it seems, incapable of conflict. She can't stick up for herself. We see this all the time but especially in the whole lunch fiasco when she decides everyone hates her because she's too sad to ask for food. Miorine, on the other hand, actually has an easier time expressing conflict and disapproval than she does vulnerability. Calling out Prospera for the way she dominates Suletta makes perfect sense because Miorine has been calling her own dad out for the same things pretty much her whole life.

So, ultimately, Miorine deciding that she has the moral right and authority to make decisions on Suletta's behalf is a great piece of character work. The thing she spent her whole life resenting her father for becomes exactly what she does to Suletta.

Suletta projecting her mother onto Miorine is definitely another part of the dynamic. Again, it's something we see most in s2. Right before the sabotaged duel, we see this moment of total cognitive dissonance in Suletta's thinking. Miorine and Prospera come to hold fully oppositional places of importance in Suletta's world. She ascribes basically an equal level of authority to them.

She loves her mom > her mom loves her > her mom would never make choices against Suletta's best interests > whatever her mom says must be right > if it hurts or if it feels wrong, it's because Suletta has to be more mature. And at the same time she loves Miorine > Miorine is smart and capable > Miorine wouldn't make a wrong decision > if she hurts Suletta, it's Suletta's own fault.

After she loses to Guel, Suletta copes by blaming me herself. She doesn't know how to be angry at someone she loves, but she does know how to feel shame for not being good enough. She wasn't the victim of a cruel betrayal, because her love for Miorine means she CANNOT be capable of doing something that bad. It becomes instead a failure of Suletta's - if she has been better, Miorine wouldn't have abandoned her. It's her own fault for losing and for wanting more than she should have in the first place.

It's the exact kind of broken, warped thinking she applies to Prospera. And it's why Prospera is exactly right when she tells Miorine that she too could get anything she wants from Suletta.

This is why I love the reunion so much. It's so explicitly about owning your own actions and allowing the person you love the space and freedom to decide how to respond. Suletta extends her hand. Miorine decides to meet her there.

Suletta chooses to risk herself in the Calibarn. Miorine alone respects her choice enough to raise the permet score, even if she breaks down immediately after.

Anyway wow I'm fully brainsick about these two. Sorry for that long ass rambling reply but oh my god I'm in a chokehold atm

[dancingdonatello]

RISE DONTELLO X READER WHO HAS THEIR OWN "clothes don't make the turtle" MONTAGEEE

donnie x gn reader

When Donnie had told you of his and his brothers’ misfortune of Hypno trapping them in a fake world and you had expressed interested in their wardrobe adventure, you hadn’t expected him to recreate it with you. You also hadn’t expected him to be such a harsh critic on clothing style.

You should’ve seen it coming, to be honest. Especially with the whole Purple Dragons Jacket fiasco.

You tried on every style you could think of. Alternate. Punk. Emo, which he had liked but then decided against it for some reason. Cute and pink. He almost nodded at that one. Nerdy. Jock. Nerdy jock. 70’s. 80’s. Nothing impressed him enough for him to clap.

So now you were back in the changing room and left with no more ideas.

You shucked your shirt off and sighed. You stared at yourself in the mirror before looking at the other choices you had left. He hadn’t liked anything you had on so far.

You dug through the pile of clothes you had taken in with you before you saw something you didn’t remember bringing in. You picked it up.

It was Donnie’s hoodie.

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t hold down your smile. This whole fiasco had a hidden agenda behind it all along.

You shoved it over your head and flipped the hood over your head. You turned to check yourself over in the mirror and nodded. You ripped open the curtain.

Since you had been taking a while, Donnie had taken out his phone to pass time. You watched him for a few seconds before you cleared your throat.

“Hm?” He lifted his head but froze when he saw what you were wearing. “Ah, I see you found it.”

“Yep, I sure did. How do I look?” You placed your hands on your hips, grinning as he looked you over. He stood up and you walked over to him.

“Perfect,” he said honestly. “You are beyond compare at this exact moment. I suggest that you dress like this everyday.”

“That’d be a lot of laundry cycles. It wouldn’t smell like you anymore.”

Donnie went to say something before his expression completely changed. “I forgot about the music.”

“The music?”

“There was music playing when we were doing this.” He pulled out his phone and started playing some. He started to bob his head. “There.”

“Well… Aren’t I done?” You asked and watched him spin around. “Unless you’re also dressing up?”

“I have one last outfit planned for you.” He paused to grab a box. He placed it into your hands.

You opened it as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Is this… an Atomic Lass outfit?” He was already shoving you towards the dressing room. “Donnie? I don’t think you got the right size…”

“We will make it fit!” Donnie pulled the sheet shut behind the two of you. He looked menacing with the light behind him making his face look darker with a shadow. He pulled out measuring tape. You were probably going to be in there for a long time.

[maegalkarven]

Empty prayers

Logical continuation of the AU where everything flies off the rails at the Moonrise Towers:

https://www.tumblr.com/maegalkarven/731364247822598144/au-where-dark-urge-didnt-loose-memories-and-the?source=share

Following the derail of all of his plans by his own hands, Lord Enver Gortash contemplates the future. Luckily, he doesn't have to do it alone.

m!Dark Urge x Enver Gortash, Karlach.

"I don't think he will answer."

Enver doesn't turn around to look at the bhaalspawn. He hears the crunching of dead leaves and sticks under the man's boots and feels a familiar presence close to his shoulder.

Regardless of that, he does not turn.

There's a small, carefully constructed altar in front of him. Perfect, it looks like, perfect with the offering and the incense burning.

Yet his god is silent.

"Enver, really, I don't think Bane will-"

"He has to," comes out a little bit harshly, a little bit forcefully. There's a bitter taste of desperation on his tongue. He pushes it back. "I am his Chosen-"

"I don't think you are anymore."

"I am," he insists as his voice rings louder, pitching to a high, urgent note. "I am the Chosen of Bane, I am his Hand, I am his Voice, I am his Will; and he will answer me."

He feels Nemo's piercing stare burn into the side of his face, but does not look up. Does not meet the familiar honey of the gaze he thought he has lost.

Does not think of all the implications this gaze brings.

Nemo is alive, here, next to him; so close Enver can touch him.

Yet somehow everything is ruined.

A pair of firm hands lay on his shoulders gently and he almost flinches at the touch.

But it's just Nemo.

"No," his bhaalspawn whispers softly. "No, he will not. You have failed him, my dear, just the way I've failed father. You chose wrong," Enver tries to move away from the touch, but the man's fingers only dig in deeper.

"You should have pushed me into the pool. You should have taken Orin's side in the conflict or did not intervene at all. But you," a deep, heavy sigh and a weight of Nemo's body pressing against Gortash's back.

"You chose me. Consciously or not, but you put my survival above everything else; above our plan, above your alliance, above your god. And gods like your and mine do not tolerate disobedience."

"You created this plan with me," Enver tries. "We were brilliant together. Orin has ruined everything; she could not control herself. She was a liability-"

"She was the Chosen of Bhaal," Nemo whispers right into his ear, the breath coming out hot. "It was not your place to decide if she was liability or not. And anyway, I don't think this is why you did what you did."

"It was her own fault," he tries again and feels like a child trying to avoid the punishment. He remembers, long time ago, in a house he prefers to not think about, in a cell what was his home, he used to plead the same way.

Raphael never listened.

"And Ketheric's; they compromised the plan, they put everything in danger, I was just trying to fix it, to put things right-"

Nemo hums.

"Have you tried telling Bane that?" As the matter of fact, he did. "I doubt he'd take this as an excuse." He didn't. "Bhaal beneath, Ketheric was right, wasn't he? Gods only answer when they have something to say. I guess Bane has nothing to say to you anymore."

"He will answer me," Enver insists with the persistence of the damned. "He needs me."

"He really, really doesn't," Nemo presses himself closer and Gortash allows himself a moment to lean back into the touch, to seep out any comfort it provides and feed to his weary soul.

Nemo. Nemo. Alive.

And it only took everything to go to the hells for that to happen.

"I know he hears me," Enver tries again.

"Oh, I have no doubt he does. But Enver, darling, don't you think this whole...fiasco would look bad for Bane? Don't you think the most sensible thing he could do would be to wash his hands clean of this?"

Enver hates to admit Nemo is right; it would be the sensible thing to do. It would be what Gortash himself would do in Bane's place: abandon the lost cause and move on. Find another, better Chosen.

Only there's no better Chosen than him.

"I am the only one who can realize all of his plans," he tries not to think about it. About his Steel Watch, unstable with one of the stones in control of the Brain. Of the cult of Murder under the foot of a thrall of the said thing, of the prodigal murderer as a meat puppet of the entity beyond their comprehension. Of Ravengard, untadpoled, no doubt giving a speech at the inn right now.

Everything went to complete and utter shit. But he can fix it; he can. Surely Bane knows that.

Surely Nemo does.

Nemo lets out a dark, unkind type of a laugh.

"You just destroyed all of his plans," he murmurs almost lovingly. "All and every single one of them. There's no recovering from that, only moving forward."

Enver hates what Nemo is right. And he hates what he knows what Nemo is right. And he hates Bane, and he hates Orin, and stupid Ketheric with his stupid sacrifice for a bitch of a daughter who did not deserve it, and he hates Raphael - honestly, fuck Raphael; and he hates his parents, he hopes they'll die, and he hates Karlach and her big open heart what was ripped out yet is still somehow inside her ribcage-

And he hates Nemo for how much he cares for Nemo, and really, all of this is actually his fault, if not for him, then-

"Are you done with your pity party?" And speak of the devil. Oh, well, a tiefling with infernal engine for a heart. "Duke Ravengard is holding a council," typical. "And your presence is required."

His old friend gives him a short, bitter look.

"This is not a pity party," Nemo argues and the woman snorts.

"Sure looks like one. Gods, it truly is a sign, isn't it?" She whistles. "I used to think I want to see you dead, but seeing you like this, fallen from grace, demoted to what you have always been - that feels even better."

A bubbling, bitter anger raises in him and Enver moves to stand-

"Oh, cut out with this," Nemo interrupts, his hands still firmly on Enver's shoulders. "He saved my life."

"And this is what I still don't understand," Karlach argues. "But it doesn't really matter; this is me actually playing nice. Trust me, if I've decided to give him back the treatment he gave me, he would not be standing right here. Or, well, sitting right here."

"We are all in the same boat now," Nemo tries placidly. "Dealing with the consequences of-"

"-Enver Gortash's actions."

"Our actions. I was involved, remember?"

"You didn't have a choice," she argues. "Bhaal made you; cut from his very own flesh. You have known no life but what your evil father showed you. You were not acting on your own accord. He," an angry gesture at Gortash. "Acted on his own accord. And sold me to Zariel. So she could rip off my heart and make me an unwilling soldier in her war."

"Oh, stop playing the victim," Enver snarls. "I gave you a chance to be something greater than you were. I gave you a chance to be stronger, better, invincible. With this engine no one could touch you, no one could hurt you. It was practically a dream come true and you threw it away, the ungrateful brat you have always been."

Fire erupts from her engine, wrapping itself against Karlach's entire body. Her eyes blaze as she steps forward, and for a moment Enver almost feels...That can't be it, he is still wearing his coat.

He scrambles to his feet, reaching for the crossbow. Bane is silent, he will always be silent from now on, but Gortash doesn't really need him, he doesn't need anyone-

"I'll make you choke on these words," Karlach threatens and damn it, why does it take so long to fix up his damn crossbow, is it broken-

Then a small, thin figure moves to stand between them.

Nemo looks...so insignificant compared to Karlach; he has no fire engine running in his chest, he has no muscles to rival hers, he has no claws and no horns.

Just plain looking half-elf with a crooked dagger in his hand.

"No," he says firmly. "You will not kill each other. Either you two calm the fuck down or you'll have to kill me first. And," a quick glance behind. "I really don't think this is what either of you wants."

"Nemo," Karlach frowns. "Step away. He had it coming-"

"No."

"Nemo-"

"No," the bhaalspawn snarls and something sparks in his eyes, deep, dark and deadly. Bhaal is here. Bhaal has gone nowhere.

Orin was wrong.

"You are not killing him, you're not as much as harming him, Enver Gortash is mine."

Karlach actually looks taken aback at that.

"Yours to do what?"

"Mine to keep, and mine to torture and, if it comes to it, mine to kill. But he is mine and he will stay that way. Bane is finally out of the way, so don't think I'll let you interfere."

"Nemo, this is- You're not exactly-"

"He is the only fucking person who has ever got it," there's a bleeding desperation oozing from the spawn's voice.

"The only man to be my equal. The only true partner I had ever had. I went to the Moonrise Towers with the dreadful knowledge I'd die here, with the belief this man would stick a dagger so deep into my back it'll protrude from my chest. And instead," he is breathing heavily, his broken, pathetic mess of the murderer. Perfect.

"He saved me. He took my side in a fight what had nothing to do with him. He chose me when it was an an obviously stupid thing to do, he has forsaken everything by letting me live. You cannot have him."

They stand like that for a while in a complete silence.

Karlach, double axe in her hands and shock mixed with pity in her gaze.

Nemo, breathing heavily, hands trembling, his own blade digging deep into the flesh of his palm, a thin red string of blood trailing down into the dirt.

Enver, mesmerized, taking in every breath, every shift of his unlucky, broken, forsaken mistake of a lover. Elevated by the sheer force of his devotion.

They need no gods but the ones they create. They need no gods but themselves.

Finally Karlach sighs and lowers the axe.

"For you," she drops down, turning away. "Only for you, for everything you've done for me and the friendship we have. But make no mistake, I am watching him," a rude gesture Enver reciprocates. "And if he does one wrong step, his messy fucking head will come flying off."

"I'd like to see you try," Enver starts and immediately gets kicked into the ribs with Nemo's elbow. Brat.

"Alright," the bhaalspawn smiles. "Thank you. You said something about the council?"

And somehow the end of the world gets delayed for just one more day.

[lamija-v]

I just can’t fathom that a female would choose to be with someone that hunted her sister, an accidental accomplice to ending her human life, that still visits Tamlin, and lives in a house her exfinacee provides. That’s a lot. Especially the housing. How do you come back from that? I’m not trying to be all mean but I’m asking honestly how can someone come back from all that and be Elain’s love interest?

Usually I wouldn’t respond to this but here we are…

1) “hunted her sister” & “accidental accomplice to ending her human life”

You answered your own question – accidental. Lucien had no idea about the whole Hybern situation, and he did not approve of it when he found out but it was already too late. He couldn’t do anything at that point, and even if he tried to you do remember that the King was there? He would just lose his head.

In beginning of ACOMAF when Tamlin was starting to abuse Feyre, he tried to help. I don’t have the books right now to actually give citation needed for this so I looked on wiki:

“…he does what he can to alleviate some of that control, often at the expense of his own well-being. From providing her with weapons to hide on her person when Tamlin wouldn't, to begging Tamlin to allow Feyre to properly train and use her newfound powers, Lucien was seemingly the only member of the Spring Court to fight for her autonomy. When Tamlin locked her in his manor, Lucien urged her to be patient, promising to see what he could do in order to set her free, despite the threats on his life.”

I think you can see yourself that he tried. Tamlin obviously wasn’t listening to him anymore, and he is a High Lord – what do you think he could’ve done more? His entire life depends on the Spring Court as he has been welcomed to it after Beron murdered Jesminda, it’s the only place he could call home (at that point in the book). Tamlin was unstable, if he could’ve hurt Feyre he could’ve hurt Lucien too. He is a diplomat, not a warrior, and doesn’t have Rhys’ influence as a HL to do anything more.

Also: when he came for Feyre at Night Court you have to see things from his perspective. Feyre, in his eyes, was at the heart of enemy territory, in court of a man who he knows only as Amarantha’s whore for last 49 years, who murdered A LOT of people on Amarantha’s behalf, and who hurt Feyre too.

In ACOWAR, when he had to decide, he went with Feyre. He fought on NC’a behalf by finding Vassa and Father Archeron

Feyre considers him to be a friend.

2) still visits Tamlin

I mean….yeah? Tamlin was his best friend for hundreds of years, he gave him a home after the Autumn Court fiasco. It’s not easy to move on from that.

I do hope he moves on in next book because we know Tamlin hurts him too.

3) house Graysen provided

To be honest, I don’t really know what to say for this because I don’t see anything wrong with it.

In ACOFAS he said he has nowhere to go, him not being homeless is fine with me LOL.

Side note: him living in a house Graysen provided is by far the least concerning thing you mentioned

IN SHORT:

I explained to you my views, but I don’t expect you to like Lucien or Elucien. That’s not my job nor do I care. I have nothing against Elriel, Vassien, or any other ship. You can ship whatever you want, but I do not like people twisting characters to fit their ideals. I am just a teenage girl shipping words on paper, I do not hurt anyone

I do have to say tho, Rhys and Feyre had a rougher start than these two (UTM was HORRIFYING) yet they worked out. Peace out.

[cryptidwithagun]

5 CR campaigns/mini-series/one-shots I wanna see

EXU: DIVERGENCE -- Specifically I think it would really rad if the cast wasn't playing Exandrians experiencing the divergence, but if they played the GODS. Like I could so see Travis as the Storm Lord and Marisha as the Matron of Raven, maybe even if they brought Brennan back to play Asmodeus. I think it would be just a really sick parallel to the Ring of Brass sacrificing themselves at the end of Calamity, with the Gods deciding to willingly (or maybe not willingly) lock themselves beyond the Divine Gate.

EXU: ARCANUM -- Pre- pre- Calamity so we get the full experience of the Age of Arcanum. ONE CONDITION: Marisha must play the woman that later become the Matron, and the finale must be her ascension. I just feel like Marisha is so connected to the Matron through Keyleth and Vax, Laudna, and Patia, so anything involving the Matron being a PC has to be Marisha in my mind.

WHITESTONE MINI-SERIES -- You all remember those movies on Netflix about like a town in like 1897 then 1995 and so on? I want that! But with Whitestone. Taliesin DM-ing a Whitestone Mini-series where every episode or every few episodes it switches time would be so sick. Like ep 1 could be the Dawnfather fight, then ep 2 is De Rolos coming to town, then the whole Von Musel fiasco, then it comes back around with the second-to-last episode being the death of the De Rolos and the Rise of the Briarwoods, then the finale could be them all playing Percy and Vex's kids modern day.

RUIDIAN ONE-SHOT -- I need a Cobalt Soul-esque one shot where it's like the resistance on Ruidus against the Imperium and the Mind-Weavers. Pre- Bloody Bridge, of course. But just getting to see more Ruidus would be so sick!!!

CALAMITY AFTERMATH -- I want to see Travis play an older Kir Argupnin so fucking badly. Like maybe they are in Vassalheim or Wildemount. I once saw this theory (I actually think it was in a fan fiction, but whatever) where Elias and Avandrin have a strained relationship when Elias gets older because he connects with the Wildmother, and Elias is actually the Unknown Champion in the lake in the Blooming Grove. Also we could see the start of the Cobalt Soul, if that VERY POPULAR theory is true.

Feel free to add more !!!

[colorful-white-ideas]

Bill did promote BKW and we didn't notice it?

I know I've been very critical of Bill lately because of the last marketing fiasco of the Boy Kills world promotion. But one anon brought to my attention something that made me think in some coincidentical events of last year that now make sense. Have time? This is looooong

Anon said "Now that I know that he initially did the voice over as shown at TIFF and he got replaced, maybe that played a part into his lack of promotion, especially as the lead "

2023

- July 22 : Bill is spotted attending a UFC match in London.

- July 23: the BKW trailer comes to light, the famous " Cannes trailer". Someone found it and shared it with the world. Don't ask me who I just remember it was everywhere suddenly I even made a post about it too. Now (2024) is no longer up on that page. In that trailer the boy inner voice was different from the one we have now.

- The bobbysill IG acc caught our attention again after days of speculation if it was Bill's or not . Bob uploaded this :

*Willemandersson is Bill's friend.

-July 24: this same acc had a mental breakdance after someone went to the BKW producers to complain about someone "leaking" pictures of the movie without an official release of the trailer , calling it a hoax and bla bla ( sadly I don't have screenshots of those negatives comments but the pic of Boy is later erased) Bob starts posting a couple of pics that no one has ever seen before and that are absolutely Bill related:

Now let's jump in time.

August 3 The Toronto international film festival announces BKW premiere for sep 9

Sep 2 Bill is seen attending one again a UFC match in Paris .

Sep 9 The day of the premiere in Canada. Bill went to another UFC event , this time in Uppsala.

Coincidence?

Isn't curious that every time something big about BKW was out or about to happen ,Bill , let himself be seen in a UFC match ? It is very well known that he loves those sports, so I don't think these were the first or only times he attended a public UFC event.

Which is more important: the images we saw of him among the public didn't come from fans around him but from the official media present at the event. They were not accidental sightings, he wanted people to see him there. He knows how to hide , he could have gone and refused to be acknowledged in the public but he smiled and played along with the media there.

In 2023 the SAG AFTRA strike paralyzed the industry, no one could really promote upcoming projects without being accused of going against the strike. Maybe this was his way to promote the material, also for what we see now of the BTS shots , he had a really good time filming. I bet he was so excited about this movie he literally couldn't wait to start showing off what he was able to do.

After all HE and his team reached out to the crew asking to audition for the movie. You can look it up. So this movie wasn't just a cash grab for him HE WANTED to be part of it.

But something happened cause that enthusiasm was non-existent this year.

The first critics to the movie at the TIFF were 50/50. Not very impressive.

2024 it is announced that the inner voice now will be done by H. Jon Benjamin. The original voice was replaced just months before the world premiere.

There is a trailer going around with a voice that pretty much sounds like Bill and if it's really his I can hear he put a lot of effort to give the character an identity that went beyond than just the goofy one the director wanted as the final product.

( * personal note I like both results )

Maybe anon is in some way right after all ? Maybe Bill agreed on erasing his voice but as an exchange decided to not use his actual voice to promote it.

A tantrum ? Yes absolutely. But also if you think about it maybe he saw it like they didn't take him seriously, his whole effort was not appreciated so along with the production team decided to "stay in character" and not talk about Boy. Others could do it for him.

****PLEASE do not take this as proof of anything, it's just speculation I did on my way home from my job.

He by all means could be just a diva who just didn't want to be part of the fuss of this premiere and that's it. Only the crew and him know what really happened. ****

[daisy7beauty]

Invisible — Liz x reader

summary: Liz and y/n have been dating for almost a year, but recently, y/n feels like she’s invisible.

pairings: Kim Jiwon (Liz) x fem!reader

tags: high school, secret relationship, angst

word count: 1,3k

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It had been almost a year since Liz and y/n began dating. Both of them came from completely different social circles, so it was a miracle they even met each other. While Liz was one of the most popular girls in school, known to be kind, helpful, and overall just a sweetheart, y/n could be described as a loner who didn't eat lunch in the cafeteria, scared of having milk dumped on her.

They first met in middle school but didn't have a solid conversation with each other until years later, when Liz lost her dog while walking him in the park. Coincidentally, y/n was just returning from her part-time job when she saw a small puppy running towards her, dragging its leach behind, and a very frantic Liz sprinting after him, waving at y/n to catch the dog from far behind.

After that whole fiasco, they sat on a nearby bench and got into a conversation. Y/n could relate to Liz. She herself owned a stubborn dog that would just randomly take off to far away land. Both of them remembered this moment fondly and considered it the start of their relationship.

They had started to walk their dogs together almost every day, talking about school and other struggles they faced in everyday life. It was comfortable, and Liz appreciated having someone who understood and respected her around. So, around three months after becoming friends, she asked y/n out on a date. To say that y/n was surprised would be an understatement. She had liked Liz from the moment she laid her eyes on her during middle school and never stopped loving her since. Imagine her surprise when Liz came to her after school once and shyly gave her flowers and a box of chocolates, asking her out.

It was like a dream come true. They began dating just a week before the summer holidays, so they could spend every day together without anyone bothering them. Y/n took Liz to her 'secret spot'. It wasn't anything amazing, just a secluded part of their local park with a small bench that overlooked the whole city, but Liz loved it anyway. It became 'their place', somewhere they could come when it felt like the whole world was against them.

It wasn't all sunshine and roses. When y/n announced their relationship to her parents, they forbid her from ever seeing Liz again. Even locking her inside her room for almost a week. Eventually, they came to an understanding, but seeing their reaction, Liz decided not to tell her parents about dating y/n. She understood, after all, Liz's parents were even more traditional.

Y/n was okay with not being open to the world. It didn't matter. Liz treated her as if she was her entire world, that was enough…at least until school started.

It started small, like when Liz stopped going to school with her, saying: “It's better for me to go with Yujin and Wonyoung. What if someone sees us and starts to ask questions?”

Y/n tried to be as understanding as possible. Liz was just afraid that someone would find out and report back to her parents, but lately, it started to feel like too much.

Liz wouldn't speak to her at school and avoided her like the plague. When she tried to set up dates, they had to be indoors and somewhere where no one from school could see them. Then she had just started rejecting them, choosing to instead hang out with Yujin and Wonyoung. It was always the same thing. “It's just so that they won't become suspicious, y/n, I promise.”.

One of the worst things that y/n had to endure was Liz constantly getting asked out. As the school's sweetheart, she had several secret admirers who left sweet notes in her locker. Y/n didn't mind them as much. They were probably too scared to ask her out, content with staying anonymous. The real problem was the hundreds, okay y/n was exaggerating here, the number of guys that had the guts to ask Liz out in front of the whole school. It would've been fine if Liz just outright turned them down, but she never did, always being gentle, not wanting to look mean.

The final straw was the resident heartthrob Yeonjun confessing to Liz during lunch. He asked her out on a date and gave her a rose. 'Her favorite flowers are lilies, you dumbass.' Y/n thought, almost laughing at how stupid he looked. She had already turned away, knowing how the rest of that interaction will play out. Liz was going to thank him for the flower and then gently reject him, saying that she's focusing on her studies and doesn't have time for a relationship.

“I'll think about it.”

Y/n froze for a moment before her head jerked back. Liz was smiling at Yeonjun, who had an irritating smirk on his face, as the girls sitting with Liz squealed, gushing at how cute they looked. Y/n just looked at the pair, her body refusing to move.

She jumped out of her seat, legs carrying her out of the cafeteria as fast as possible. Tears were streaming down her eyes, making it hard to see what was in front of her. Y/n headed out of the school, not caring about the bag she was leaving behind. She just wanted to get home so she could cry as much as she wanted without people looking at her weirdly.

She already had a hand on her bike when someone jerked her back. As she turned around, she saw Liz standing in front of her, a guilty expression on her face.

“What do you want, Liz?”

Y/n almost shouted. She was already humiliated enough and just wanted to get away.

“I'm so sorry y/n. I didn't mean it. I don't like Yeonjun. It's just that the girls were staring to ask why I kept rejecting everybody, and I didn't want them to become suspicious, so I just-”

Y/n cut her girlfriend off before she could finish speaking.

“It's always the same thing! You didn't want them to become suspicious? Then just say that you don't want to date anyone or that you don't have time for it. Your love life is none of their business!”

Both of them stood still for a moment before y/n started speaking again.

“You know what, I don't believe you. You just don't want to risk your reputation as the school's sweetheart. You'd rather cheat on your girlfriend than have someone dislike you. And are you that embarrassed of me that you can't even look at me in the hallways, or do you just don't want me dragging down your social status?”

The dam broke, and y/n just couldn't stop talking. Everything that she suppressed down, the way she felt every time Liz chose someone else over her just poured out of her.

“It doesn't even feel like we're girlfriends anymore!”

Y/n stood there, her chest heaving from talking so long, waiting for Liz to speak.

“Don't you have anything to say?”

Liz opened her mouth a few times, not knowing what to say.

A sound came from the school's doors. Wonyoung, Yunjin, and the rest of Liz's group stood there, obviously worried about their friend who just ran out of the lunch room after being confessed to by the most popular guy in school. Maybe unconsciously, Liz took a step away from y/n, looking back at her friends.

“I see how it is.”

Y/n said, sighing a bit, before turning around and sitting on her bike. She gave Liz one last look, the other girl not even facing her anymore, more concerned with how to explain this situation to her friends.

“I think it's best if we break up.”

With that she rode off, tears threatening to come back. It hurt, knowing that the person you love doesn't care about you anymore, but like with everything in life, this too will pass.

Y/n was still young, and who knows, maybe once they're older, their paths will cross again. Until then, we’ll just have to wait.

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[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

DUUUUUDE !!!!

Okay so I was looking through my notes on ideas I have for my GX rewrites because I've been kinda wanting to get back to that since I haven't worked on that in like... FOREVER 🥲 and I found some gold!!!

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Okay so! I hadn't looked at this in a while but I remembered everything as soon as I found it in the doc and I'm gonna rework it from what I originally had so I'll get into that instead! So in season 2 there's the whole fiasco in Domino right???? Well that's happening pretty much the way it happened UNTIL they go to Kaiba Land to rescue Syrus and Hassleberry.

So in my version Jaden, Aster, Bastion, Grandpa, AND Atticus all go to Kaiba Land rather than Atticus staying behind because what's even with that? More Atticus erasure that's what 🙄 and Grandpa stays outside still because they're like "it could be dangerous" and all that, but the four kids go inside and we still go into the virtual space BUTTTTTTTTT instead of just a weird virtual void they actually have to go through a whole virtual fantasy adventure world A LA the Legendary Heroes episodes at the end of DM season 1 since it's the same tech and the same system, but it's not the same world. This ones a whole new one that Sarina created to test Jaden and Aster to discover who the chosen duelist is, so they have to undergo a trial!

And they all get fun fantasy costumes because why tf not aksksk

The trial is two-fold: first, they have to rescue Syrus and Hassleberry who are imprisoned at undisclosed locations somewhere in the word, then to escape they finally duel Sarina where she'll determine who the chosen duelist is!

So they get into the virtual world and have this explained to them by Sarina, who appears to them in a vision or whatever you want to call it kinda how she appears to Jaden through the like mirror shit at the end of episode 77 directly preceeding this stuff. So Sarina appears and explains the trial and shows them vaguely where Syrus and Hassleberry are being kept. Jaden, Atticus, and Bastion are pissed about their friends being kidnapped and held hostage for this mess but Aster doesn't really care, he just wants to prove he's the chosen duelist and not Jaden. But during the visions she's showing them, it's revealed that Syrus and Hassleberry are each being guarded by none other than Chazz and Alexis!

Sarina reveals that to pass the first test, they'll have to each defeat one of them to rescue their friends and make it to the final test of challenging her, which they'll have to do together as a tag match. Sarina departs and the boys decide that because Jaden and Aster each have to win against Chazz or Alexis, they should split up and take them both down at once. Jaden's going after Syrus, so he'll be going to duel Chazz rival match obviously because we didn't have nearly enough of those lol, which leaves Aster to go challenge Alexis for Hassleberry also Aster and Alexis were supposed to duel at the beginningof the season then Jaden came back and ended up dueling in her place but I want to see that match up it would've been sick. But nobody's going on their own so they use the buddy system, and Atticus is torn because he wants to be there for both duels. He wants to help everybody, and if they can manage to break Chazz and Alexis free too that would be super helpful and he wants to save them both more than anything.... but he can't leave his sister, so he joins Aster while Bastion joins Jaden and they go their separate ways.

When Aster and Atticus arrive at their location, they find Hassleberry locked up but as they expected, Alexis stands in the way, resolute and stone cold. All of Hassleberry’s attempts to get through to her haven't been successful in the slightest, so he's a little down plus he's caged like an animal because he's part dinosaur and the Society is mean 😭 so he's stuck and has to wait to be rescued which sucks and he's worried about Syrus as much as he won't admit it even though they're cool at this point. Even Atticus can't seem to rouse her as she doesn't react to him when they arrive, but he's determined to get through to her somehow!

The duel begins and it's a hard fought battle, Aster and Alexis are both excellent duelists and Alexis's deck is souped up with all the cards she got from Sartorius which isn't helpful. But during the duel, Alexis almost seems to falter as her life points decrease, and the sound of Atticus's voice seems to affect her. Atticus keeps calling out to her, and once her life points reach zero and she assumes the traditional 'I-just-lost-a-card-game' stance on her hands and knees, Hassleberry’s is freed and Atticus runs to his sister! He drops to his knees beside her and she looks up at him, her eyes unclouded and normal, looking into his. They share a brief reunion, but it can't last long. Sarina is in control of this world and Alexis hasn't been fully broken from the Light of Destruction, but Atticus has caused her true self to be able to reach through. She warns them that she won't be able to stay like this for much longer and tells them about Sartorius's ambitions to drown the world in Light and Atticus promises her he'll save her once they get back to the real world. But not before Alexis tells him that if they want to stop Sartorius, Atticus will have to stay safe because he's darkness, he can combat the Light and Sartorius will want him gone so he can't ruin his plans. They'll also have to save Chazz. He's Satrorius's most powerful duelist, they can't let him keep him but his hold on Chazz is strong, it won't be easy to set him free. Atticus swears they'll rescue him too, and Alexis is going to warn him of some other dangers Hassleberry being immune to the Light putting him in danger as well and obviously Jaden but before she can say anything else, Sarina whisks her away and she's back under the control of the Light.

Atticus is understandably upset but also fired up! Aster is admittedly concerned about what's going on, not that he'll admit it, and the three duelists head off towards Sarina where they can meet back up with the others!

Smash cut to Jaden and Bastion, who arrive at their location to find Syrus imprisoned and guarded by Chazz, who's eyes are starting to lose their life, which is a very bad sign. Jaden tries to talk some sense into Chazz with Bastion joining in as well, but when their words can't reach him, Jaden and Chazz proceed to duel! Jaden’s convinced he'll be able to rescue Chazz as well as Syrus if he wins the duel, but unlike with Alexis, nothing makes Chazz waver in the slightest. If anything, it's almost as if the Light's hold on Chazz gets stronger as his life points decrease... it's a very difficult duel, but Jaden comes out on top and is able to rescue Syrus! Chazz falls to his hands and knees and Jaden makes a move to go to him, but Sarina whisks him away before Jaden can have another chance to get through to him. She can't lose her brother's prized duelist, after all. They're all bothered by this of course and Jaden resolves to rescue Chazz when they get back, and Alexis too! He and Bastion make sure Syrus is alright and they had off towards Sarina to challenge her and get back home!

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That's as far as I've got with this part, I think it's a SICK idea !!! I originally had Atticus go with Jaden because you KNOW I wanted him there for the Chazz duel to try and reach out to Chazz hehehehe but I like this way better and it's just better narratively. Since she duels and brings him back in my Shadowrider arc, I like the idea of him dueling and bringing her back during the Society of Light arc, plus I know we both agree he should've had more involvement in the arc in general much less breaking her free from the Light, and I like the idea of this encounter planting the seeds in his mind that he'll actually be able to do it that leads him to be the one to duel and ultinately free her later. And I always thought it was kinda lame that all the Domino stuff happened and was building up something then all it was was a duel in a virtual void and for some reason Hassleberry and Syrus were a dinosaur and a car? I dunno I just think that whole situation was underwhelming and I'm sad about it so here we are akaksk and like since they're doing a virtual thing at fucking Kaiba Land why not go through another fantasy adventure world??? Hehehehehe I need to develope the Chazz and Jaden duel a little more I've clearly thought more about Aster and Alexis's duel because of Atticus and Alexis but shhhhhhhhh it's fiiiiine akksksks

Anyway sorry that was a whole ass novel but I HAD to talk about this !!!! 😅

ABBY!!! YOUR MIND!!!!

ugh i am in AWE!!!!!!! i love the way you write because you always know just how to make a narrative hit where it really hurts and IM PACING AROUND MY ROOM READING THIS!!!!!!!!!

YOU. 🫵 YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THE SOCIETY OF LIGHT ARC SHOULDVE BEEN!! ATTICUS BEING THERE FOR ALEXIS AND HER WARNING HIM ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE’S DARKNESS SO HE’S A TARGET IS 10/10!!!

**NEVER** APOLOGIZE FOR THE NOVELS I AM SO GLAD I GET TO READ THEM BECAUSE YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT’S UP!!!!

[perfectlybriefmoon]

Various fanfic ideas for Walker that I have no real plans to fully write

Stella and Auggie get taken instead of Cordi and Liam which causes Cordi to go feral over the thought of losing his kids Liam also goes feral trying to find the kids seeing how much he adores his niece and nephew

In Defend The Ranch after Stella and Auggie save Liam's life Clint orders Trevor to kill the Walker kids Trevor doesn't and hides them in the barn however the rest of the family believe them to be dead

During the whole Grey Flag fiasco both the Walker family and Perez families are taken hostage and falsely reported to the FBI and Texas Rangers that Cordi and Cassie's families are dead while also having the LAPD/Mid Wilshire officers join in on taking down Grey Flag like having Bradford go undercover with Trey and have Bradford stumble upon Abby, Bonham, Liam and Stella and August Walker and Ben and Grandma Perez (all in different cells Abby and Bonham are in one cell Ben, Grandma Perez and Liam in another cell with Stella and Auggie having their own cell however the adults Bonham, Abby and Liam (are told that the kids are dead so not only do their older son think that they are dead they are also under the belief that their Grandbabies are dead) and Bradford manages to get Bonham and Grandma Perez out (it was too risky to get the others out) and both Bonham and Grandma Perez were not only able to reunite with Cordi and Cassie but they also told them that Abby, Liam and Ben were alive (remember they still think that the kids are dead)

In Search and Rescue while James and Cordi are hiding out after Grey Flag tried to kill them Cordi tries to get in touch with his kids however due to obvious reasons he can't and he starts to freak out however James was able to get through to DJ

In False Flag Part 2 Abby, Liam and the kids are kidnapped by Kevin to use as leverage against Cordi, Trey, Cassie and James while Bonham and Cordi are linked up

In Search and Rescue Cordi gets shot in the arm by Grey Flag and gets rushed to the ER but unknown to him and James Stella and Auggie are currently in a life and death situation and neither Cordi and James can get through to the rest of the family for several hours however because Cordi's wound wasn't to serious he gets sent back to the rental house and he starts pacing trying desperately to get through to the rest of his family but luckily the rest of his family walked through the front door

During the events of Sittin On A Rainbow Cordi and Liam are told that the rest of the family were killed not knowing that their family was alive which utterly shatters Cordi's spirit but Liam isn't as convinced and he tries his best to raise what little spirit Cordi has left and once they escape James and Cassie tell them that their family is safe

During the events of Defend The Ranch Hoyt and Cordi get arrested for the bank robbery by either the APD or the DPS Troopers and Hoyt begs the arresting officers to at least let Cordi go that this wasn't his fault or his choice but his pleas are ignored whether or not the Walker family survives is up to you

In 3x01 and 3x02 it's Liam who is kidnapped instead of Cordi and instead of using his big brother to get Liam to break Grey Flag decides to use the kids to get Liam to break meanwhile Cordi goes absolutely feral to get his baby brother and his kids back

[tubbietommo]

real question here for someone who never saw primer Seb live, was Seb ever a racist misogynistic piece of **** as Max has been? the fking Seb fans on twitter defend MV0 while ignoring that even when Seb was an asshole he was not raised as MV0 and even when toxic he was never a bad person like this, Seb himself got into this when he chose to defend RB and Massi after the 2021 fiasco, now fans are still defending MV0 behaviour and saying they are the same which they are FUCK*NG NOT.

I think we genuinely need to get away from the idea that Seb was an asshole. An asshole does intentionally things to piss people off.

I unfortunately didn't see Seb in his Red Bull years (started watching in 2015 as a Verstappen fan lol, the more you know), but I would like to say that I've seen enough/ if not everything from his red bull years inside the car and outside. Seb was brutal, he was rightfully so confident, quite cocky and people took the whole 'oh he was such an asshole back then' because the media took all that and made Seb into a villain. Which is kinda funny cause if I watch old Red Bull videos I see literally the same Seb that just retired (only difference is that Seb now decided that there's more to the world than racing and that he has a voice to speak that out).

The only "controversy" outside of the car that I can think of is his interview with Lee Mckenzie about the red dress. But that shouldn't even count cause those two have a good relationship (she even knows his family) and Lee Mckenzie addressed that pretty recently and took that as banter. (I'm mentioning this cause I remember there was a time on here when people just were looking for problematic things, took this Seb x Lee thing and just ran with it. It was pretty dumb.)

I had a disagreement on twitter with one of my seb mutuals about the whole seb asshole thing (note: I was sick, was bored and had nothing else to do lol) and the only thing they defend themselves with is either things that happen in the heat of the moment on track (like saying fuck you to Charlie, calling someone an idiot) like sorry but that's more being a human being with emotions, full with adrenaline and pretty much a microphone under their mouths (and I have the same feelings towards Verstappen about this. Like I don't care if he calls someone an idiot or a dickhead) than that they are assholes. Like as long as you don't use words that you know you shouldn't be using you good. And you can use A LOT of words. And if you accidentally let one slip out of your mouth because it's unfortunately (and weirdly) pretty standard in your country, and people are offended, fucking apologize??? It's genuinely not that hard to say sorry.

The only thing that is the same between Seb and Verstappen is that they race(d) for Red Bull, won championships with them (one less controversial than the other), and they both aren't PR-trained robot's (which I appreciate). But the thing is when Seb raced against his rivals (Alonso and Lewis) it was always done with a lot of respect. I don't like Alonso, and to me he was pretty toxic outside the car. But damn Seb and Alonso racing each other has always giving us some of the most amazing things to watch. Even the past two years I got excited when those two had to fight each other cause you know it would be good without them crashing each other out (always gotta leave that space).

Anyways there's a reason why Seb never said that he saw his younger self in Verstappen and I agree (seriously, if Verstappen was racing for Mercedes and winning championships with them no one would be comparing those two)

Hope this kinda answers the questions you have. If someone wants to add to this go ahead, if someone disagrees go ahead, if someone thinks saying fuck you to someone else is an asshole thing go ahead and call me an asshole caus I've done that plenty in less stressful moments, etc.