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plounce · 19 days ago

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was talking with oomves about my jerkwol (prior post about him), specifically how my only wolcred is that awful rabbit who thancred dumps for urianger, and a short summary of jerkwolcred+thanuri relationship history got erased so i ended up writing an extremely long summary. which is under the cut, along with a picture of jerkwol, the wol who all the scions justifiably don't want anything to do with. he finally has a name (lyelt)

btw trans woman urianger she/her pronouns. my city my rules my beautiful girl

in arr they were fwb, especially when thancred was veering into alcoholism in the patches. they weren’t especially emotionally close, but lyelt would say thancred was his favorite of the scions. they picked it back up in hvw patches - lyelt did mourn haurchefant bc “he was the ONLY ONE to always be there for me, to never criticize me, to always support me and only ever say nice things about me” (haurchefant was also at camp dragonhead most of the time.)

thancred was in a bad place. at his lowest. lyelt offered to pick up where they left off and thancred agreed. “finally, someone who doesn’t pity me, someone who doesn’t treat me like i’m about to fall apart, someone who doesn’t care about my feelings.” it’s not a bad time, they enjoy themselves, thancred gets a goal to pursue (making someone else feel good) and lyelt gets to be the center of attention with minimal expectation to reciprocate. although thancred stays awake for a long time after. leaves in the middle of the night. lyelt appreciates not having to deal with a morning after, so it’s never commented on. it’s easy (because thancred’s doing so bad).

they meet in the first. lyelt is happy to see him - thancred is mostly just focused on his emotional problems and doesn’t really expect to pick things back up again. during stb lyelt built up an image of thancred as "you'll put up with whatever and still stay standing like it's normal, you don't expect me to be faithful, you're handsome and witty, you’re not annoying and self-righteous, you put up a fight but never insist you're right.. maybe you could be the one?" (again, while thancred was not there) while thancred perceived them as “when we’re both in town and feel like it we’ll sleep together no-strings-attached. i respect you as someone incredibly powerful and important. i don’t expect much of you emotionally”. lyelt hits on him a couple times throughout il mheg when they’re alone, but thancred either doesn’t notice bc he’s so stressed or sort of brushes him off because it’s not the time.

post-titania, lyelt directly propositions thancred at the bookman’s shelves; thancred declines. he and urianger are almost maybe sort of kind of heading a certain direction, and while thancred’s still not sure if he’ll do anything about it (he doesn’t deserve her, after all, and in general he’s been keeping his heart locked up tight), he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, and in any case he just really isn’t in the mood. lyelt is still in the post-battle high and thinks he deserves something besides sleeping on a musty old rug in a dilapidated old cottage so he does not take the rejection well. he eventually gets thancred to say it’s because of urianger, which lyelt really doesn’t take well. lyelt has not ever really cared for urianger - ugly, weird, not important or especially useful. (he doesn’t actually care that much about the WoDs stuff bc he never cared much for minfilia either, but this will come to change once he pulls it into his pile of reasons to hate urianger.) lyelt wasn’t impressed by urianger’s makeover earlier and just thinks she looks awkward and strange (urianger is also not out to anyone besides thancred and ryne, who are the ones she’s been in contact with. the twins catch on pretty fast (due to at least one of them being trans) and start using they/them without saying anything. y’shtola will later directly ask her about it and she will tell her. but other than that she is a very private person and i don’t know if she ever tells lyelt about it - it’s a very tender vulnerable thing, for her, and from a childhood of being bullied she knows to hold all soft personal things close to the heart. not that lyelt would like. use that against her, i don’t want to make transmisogyny a part of his character bc that’s unpleasant, but i just don’t think she’d ever give him the info because she already feels socially threatened by him).

lyelt and thancred get into an argument (see the dialogue in the linked post at the top) (i did try to start writing this scene for ffxivwrite but im lazy, you can see the wip here + here), and while thancred has had [negative sims interaction icon] about lyelt before, this is the first time he’s truly gotten angry with him. lyelt is just pushing all the buttons he can to get back at thancred for the “insult” - thancred’s failures, their past history, and most awfully insults towards urianger - until thancred just storms off because that’s what he does in emotional stress. he goes to urianger and rests his head against her shoulder for a moment. she wordlessly strokes his hair until he straightens up.

as shb continues, lyelt continues negging thancred, being “subtly” rude to urianger (you know the way), and touching him in front of her. she just sort of looks away uncomfortably. she was vaguely aware of them sleeping together in arr (moenbryda told her), and is like… “ah. okay. i should have expected. maybe if i had said anything… done anything… but i’m just a coward. and i’m difficult - i want too much from him. i’m strange.” etc. but she doesn’t say anything. she has no claim over him, anyway. nothing was ever said or done. and with all the things that may be hurtling towards them, maybe it’s for the best. maybe they would have regretted it - if ryne sacrifices herself - when everyone finds out about the secrets she’s keeping for the exarch… it’s for the best. it’s for the best. she closes up. of course thancred would want someone more confident, more attractive, more in-control - less needy, less emotionally desperate, less weird, not someone who has caused so much pain to him. she was foolish for imagining, thinking, hoping… she was living in a bubble that has been popped by the warrior of light. it’s for the best. she can only be herself, and keep on track for the most important thing of all - keeping the exarch’s plan intact. even if everyone hates her, even if everything she wants falls from her hands.

after the attack on lakeland, when they’re making preparations to go to amh araeng, after ryne has told thancred she wants to give him what he wants, when thancred is again at his lowest, he gives in to the pressure (and the rush of pressing on the bruise and splitting it open into a wound, of making the wrong decision, of just giving somebody what they want) and they fall into bed. it kinda sucks. thancred does not finish. lyelt is mad at him because he’s distracted. “are you thinking about urianger?” “no, no, i’m just…” “well focus on what’s happening in front of you instead. i’m right here. i’m here.” after, thancred leaves before lyelt’s asleep. he goes back to his rooms and bathes. of course lyelt left marks. bastard. and then he leaves the washroom and ryne is packing - one small pile of things to take, one big pile of things to leave behind, and of course caving to lyelt didn’t help. everything important to him is crumbling around him despite him, because of him.

amh araeng. miserable crew for a road trip. urianger doesn’t know that they slept together. thancred knows that lyelt would use it against her - or against him. lyelt is mad at thancred for being a disappointing lay, and is mad at urianger and ryne for being the reasons why. lyelt does not really talk to or think about ryne - he’s never cared for children, and he isn’t fond of needy people, and ryne is very needy (due to being a traumatized child.). so i think a lot of the conversations between the wol and ryne don’t happen because he just brushes her off and she’s very intimidated by him, because he’s so confident. he knows exactly what he’s for and what he wants. unlike her. he doesn’t care what other people think about him. he’s the exact opposite of her.

urianger does what she does in canon: urge the wol to go to thancred and be there for him. she’s trying to let go gracefully, quietly. lyelt doesn’t know what to make of it: is she trying to sabotage him? what is she plotting? but he wants to get away from having to deal with ryne, and would rather leave that to urianger. imagine all the scenes where thancred tries to share about his past with minfilia but the wol is either tapping his foot and looking at his watch or trying to feel him up (trying to drive the wedge further, even if he’s still pissed off). eventually thancred pushes him away and heads back to twine on his own, deeply uncomfortable. he feels awful all around, and again he wants to seek out urianger for comfort - but he betrayed her, and he doesn’t know what to do about her, and most of his mind is just a giant tangle about ryne and minfilia and not knowing what to do - so he just avoids her. lyelt gets back and hands the heart over to urianger with a bit of a catty comment that urianger isn’t sure what to do with. thancred sees them talking and is terrified that he told her they slept together.

thancred watches urianger bring the talos to life and feels that same warmth and affection try to swell up within him that he felt so many times in the bookman’s shelves - and then he sees ryne run away and he’s back to feeling like shit. he watches urianger go to her and speak with her and be the guardian she’s always deserved and it’s that love curdling into self-hatred and - and lyelt says something incredibly unhelpful and callous and kind of cruel, and that’s what makes thancred walk away without saying anything in this verse.

urianger bids them farewell, hoping ryne lives. thancred makes his last stand, not sure if he hopes he’ll die - it would make everything so much easier. lyelt gets ryne the rest of the way, but doesn’t go with her into “that white and soundless place.” she emerges herself, her spine straight, and she doesn’t look to lyelt for reassurance. urianger finds thancred out in the desert bleeding out. he says some mostly incoherent but incredibly romantic things to her. she heals him through tears as the other scions arrive and help her, and once he’s stable they haul him to safety. thancred accepts ryne unconditionally and gives her her name. it’s a massive swoop of relief. he starts to think that everything might be okay. maybe he can move past the worst of himself. urianger is full of joy, yet also relief - they’ll be okay without her, when they won’t want her anymore, when she’s revealed for what she is. lyelt is picking at his nails to the side.

back at the crystarium. thancred is trying to talk to urianger, but she keeps making excuses. his mood dampens - she knows. but he keeps trying. if only because she isn’t really talking to anyone right now. y’shtola definitely isn’t talking with her except in hushed, urgent tones. the twins are occupied with saving the world, because they’re good souls. urianger will talk with ryne, though. so thancred ends up sticking pretty close, if only because lyelt comes and tries to find him when he’s alone, but avoids him when he’s with ryne. ryne ends up as a buffer between a lot of the adults in her life. she tries to ask urianger what’s wrong, why she’s so sad, but urianger gently deflects. it’s not her responsibility. which is both true (and something ryne “hypersensitive to adult moods” waters especially needs to hear) and also unhelpful because urianger is deeply miserable.

onward to kholusia. things keep hurtling forward. lyelt is enjoying being the big hero, and thancred is enjoying being a father, but is still very nervous about the whole lyelt mess just lurking in the wings. urianger is walking to her doom (from her perspective). yshtola is keeping a suspicious eye on her. yshtola knows that there’s drama happening but is not especially interested in it. she knows urianger is privy to the exarch’s plan, and she also knows that lyelt is an ass (as ever). y’shtola tries to figure out what’s up with her, but in a very blunt way that does not agree well with urianger’s current emotional state, so they get nowhere.

mt gulg. things come crashing down. when lyelt wakes up back at the crystarium, he seizes upon urianger as the (only available) person to pin all the blame to, and he does it with relish. finally, a way to be justified in how sick he has grown of urianger ruining everything! the villain in his life, and he’s free to be angry! so he says a lot of really horrible, cruel stuff and urianger just takes it. there’s not much she hadn’t already thought herself. and it’s what she deserves. but soon enough y’shtola and thancred come into the room and y’shtola gets between them and argues back (as she has always desperately wished to - everyone is getting to live out their deepest thoughts) and thancred ushers urianger out of the room, but not before lyelt can yell out the secret (“i fucked him, you know! right in this bed! who do you think you are?” etc etc) (i don’t think i’m mean enough to write his lines very easily lmao). thancred winces, lurches, but keeps them moving. y’shtola stays to try and get lyelt’s head on straight (impossible - he storms out). thancred takes urianger to his and ryne’s rooms, and he and ryne do their best to comfort her and to tell her that lyelt was taking it too far and that she is beloved and not to blame, but they don’t really succeed beyond urianger nodding her head and trying to placate them and trying to stop crying, the same as in the other room. thancred does his best to keep his head but eventually he has to make himself leave with the excuse of getting something to eat because he’s so angry at lyelt for his cruelty, and at himself for being a weapon in lyelt’s arsenal against urianger, and for all his past stupid decisions. they don’t talk about the last thing lyelt said. ryne doesn’t know exactly what happened, but this is the moment where her feelings towards lyelt change from intimidation/awe to wariness/dislike.

urianger kneels in apology at the amaro landing. y’shtola tries to stop her. the rest of the scions are deeply uncomfortable. urianger pledges all she can do, and lyelt says something that drives in her guilt and that she owes him for his “forgiveness.” alisaie nearly says something, but they all know he needs to stay in control of himself right now. the sky pulsed and flashed during his outburst at urianger earlier - that’s why y’shtola and thancred came in.

the tempest. everyone does what they must, because interpersonal disputes aside, they have a greater purpose. lyelt mostly just doesn’t want to die and wants this shit out of him. (very little sympathy for emet-selch - finds the whole production boring and tiresome. but that’s not what this summary is about)

they return. thancred and urianger sit down and talk, and they manage to do it like mature adults. during that, thancred apologizes for sleeping with lyelt; urianger says there’s no need, it’s not like they made any promises to each other; “but i had, in my head. i wanted to.” they acknowledge their feelings for each other in relief and gladness. thancred assures urianger that even if he ever saw lyelt as a romantic prospect, he certainly hasn’t for a long time and especially not lately, and “why would i, when such a beautiful, kind, intriguing, intelligent–” “oh, cease such flattery–” “-- gorgeous, patient, strong, incredible woman somehow thinks i’m worth her time?” and in the end, the secrets they had worried over mean very little to each other, and it’s easy enough to fall together as they’ve wanted to for so long, as they thought they might.

eden plays out a bit differently. urianger gets invited along on the initial excursion as a way to get her out of the crystarium and away from lyelt. wol presence is minimal if not nonexistent. waters family light party, at least for the first part. thancred negs urianger way less in this verse - when someone is being genuinely intentionally unkind to someone, teasing becomes much less appealing. (thancred does seem to find it easier to be his better self when there is someone being his worst self nearby: see ran'jit)

lyelt becomes very frosty to both of them once it’s apparent they’ve gotten everything they wanted and are together. “well, whatever. thancred hasn’t been fun for a long time. he betrayed me how many times? and here he is, hanging around the biggest traitor. it’s like everyone’s forgotten what urianger has done. well, i haven’t. and i won’t. it was to me, after all.” lyelt continues to bully urianger, and she never really stands up for herself against him. she still feels guilty, and while she doesn’t believe (most of) what he says, it’s just easier to let it slide off her back and not provoke him further. she remembers how this all works. thancred just does his best to act as a shield between them, and he wishes that moenbryda was here.

but eventually, things return to normal. lyelt vaguely “apologizes” for acting as he did when he was under a lot of stress. and the scions make themselves keep working with the only person who can save this world and their home world.

#chirps #ffxiv #robffxiv #jerkwol

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mimisempai · 5 months ago

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THE 1001 INEFFABLE NIGHTS -

Sleeping Beauty

Summary

Tonight the twins have decided it is Crowley's turn to tell a story. The demon doesn't hesitate, and under Aziraphale's amused gaze, begins the tale of Sleeping Beauty. In his own way.

Notes

Don't blame me for Furfur.

I still laugh about it.

On Ao3

Rating G - 4392 words

"I wonder what story he's going to tell us today?"

"Shh, they're coming."

Aziraphale and Crowley entered the room and the angel asked, "Are you ready for the night?"

"Yes!"

Cassie and Alexis watched their fathers approach, and the little demon leaned over to her brother and whispered in his ear.

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at them with amusement, used to the twins' secret conversations.

Alexis nodded and Cassandra said, "Today it's Dad's turn to tell the story!"

Aziraphale smiled and gestured to the bed, turning to his husband, "After you...Daddy."

Crowley climbed onto the bed, sitting against the headboard as Alexis exclaimed, “ Papa, Papa, come on the bed with us too!”

Aziraphale joined them and once seated, Cassandra came to sit between his legs while Alexis cuddled up to Crowley.

“Dad what are you going to tell us?”

Crowley turned to Aziraphale and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Aziraphale replied, "Sleeping beauty."

Crowley nodded and asked again, "Which version?"

The angel winked at him, "Mine, of course."

"Hmmm, I see."

Aziraphale took a brush from the bedside table and began to brush Cassandra's long red hair. As he did so, he didn't see the mischievous flash that passed through the demon's eyes just before he began to tell the story.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a king and queen longed for a child.

One day, their wish was granted and a beautiful boy was born. They named him Sunshine because..."

"Crowley, I think you..."

"Angel, it's my turn to tell this time."

"Yes, papa, it's Dad's turn to tell this time."

"Thanks Alexis."

Crowley grinned at Aziraphale and continued.

They named him Sunshine because the little baby had a face as round as the sun, hair as blond as its rays, and a smile as warm as the heat of a summer sun.

Cassandra interrupted him and said, turning her head toward Aziraphale, "That's funny, the little prince reminds me of someone."

Crowley winked at his husband.

The king and queen threw a great banquet in the castle to celebrate the long-awaited royal birth.

Among the guests were the most important kings of the country, especially the king of the neighboring kingdom and his son, young Anthony, who was barely four years old. The celebration would also be the occasion for the two monarchs to announce the alliance of their two kingdoms through a distant marriage between the two heirs of their families.

Little did Anthony know, however, that he was looking at his future spouse for the first time as he bent over little Sunshine's cradle.

Among the guests were, of course, the three fairy godmothers, Maggie, Nina, and the youngest of the three, Muriel.

"Oh, they have the same names as our aunties?"

"Absolutely."

Aziraphale couldn't help chuckling as he imagined their three friends as fairy godmothers.

Crowley continued his story.

The three fairies bent over little Sunshine's cradle, squealing with wonder and admiration.

The wisest of the three, Nina, said in a solemn voice, "Each of us can bless the prince with just one wish. I, little prince, offer you a generous and kind heart, with a kindness that will touch all who come near you."

Maggie approached and, raising her wand to the cradle, said softly, "As for me, I offer you strength of character. A strength that will carry you through life and help you get up every time you fall."

Muriel stepped forward and raised their wand, “Me, pretty prince I'll -”

Suddenly Muriel was interrupted by thunder as in the middle of the banquet hall, floating in the air, appeared the face of a menacing man surrounded by green flames."

Maggie whispered, "Metatron!"

Muriel replied, "What does he want?"

"Quiet!" admonished Nina.

Metatron said in a falsely honeyed voice, "What a beautiful gathering, Your Majesty, all these fine people, it's wonderful."

Muriel started to fly toward the floating head, but Nina stopped them in time.

Metatron continued, "Too bad I didn't get an invitation."

Muriel exclaimed, "That's normal, we didn't want you here!"

"No? I was hoping it was an oversight, so I'm going to disappear. But first, to show you that I don't hold a grudge, I'm going to give the child a present as well."

The three fairies rushed to the cradle to protect the little prince.

Metatron called out in a thunderous voice, "Listen to me, all of you! The prince will grow in grace and beauty, loved by all who know him. But before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die."

Before anyone could react, Metatron's floating face disappeared in a great, thunderous laugh.

In the face of the king and queen's dismay, Nina said gently, "Do not despair, Your Majesties. Muriel has yet to fulfill their wish for the little prince."

The king exclaimed hopefully, "So they can undo this terrible curse?"

Muriel shook their head, "Oh no, Your Majesty, Metatron's powers are far too great."

Maggie looked at them and said, "But they can help."

Nina insisted, "They can. Go ahead, Muriel. Do your best."

Muriel walked over to the cradle, raised their wand, and said in a slightly hesitant voice, "Sweet prince, if you prick your finger on a spindle, you will not die, but you will fall asleep and be awakened by the kiss of true love and the spell will be broken."

To save the little prince, the three fairies took him to a cottage deep in the forest and pretended to be peasant women, hiding their magic wands so that Metatron would never find them.

Sixteen years passed, and the wizard Métatron raged in his castle because, despite all his powers, he didn't know where the young prince was.

As a last resort, he agreed to part with his only loyal friend, his raven, and sent him on a quest to find the prince.

Meanwhile, the three fairies planned a surprise birthday party for Sunny, the young prince.

While they were discussing how to make the prince's costume, Sunny came out of his room and asked them what they were doing.

Looking innocent, the three fairies dodged the question and sent him off to gather berries.

While they were arguing about the color of the costume and how to make the cake, Sunny had filled his basket with berries and was sitting by a tree singing.

His song was so melodious that all the animals in the forest gathered around him to listen.

But someone else was enchanted by the young man's voice.

Prince Anthony, riding his trusty steed Furfur, stopped and-

Crowley had to pause as Aziraphale literally burst out laughing.

When the angel finally regained his composure, he said to Crowley, "You named the horse Furfur! Oh God, if he knew."

Crowley nodded and chuckled before continuing his story.

Prince Anthony, on his trusty steed Furfur, stopped him and exclaimed, "Hear that, Furfur? Come, take me to the origin of this song."

Promised a few carrots, Furfur galloped off into the forest.

Prince Sunny sighed when he finished his song.

"Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child?"

The owl hooted, as if to say, "Who?"

"My three godmothers, they never want me to talk to anyone."

Sunny leaned forward and continued in a whisper, "But I have a secret. I've met someone."

The owl hooted again, "Who? Who? Who?"

Sunny stood up and replied, "He's a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and... and so romantic. We walked together, talked together, and just before we said goodbye, he took me in his arms and there... I woke up."

The animals all made little sounds of disappointment, but Sunny continued, "Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say that if you dream something more than once, it will come true. And I've dreamed about it so many times."

Then he closed his eyes and started to spin around, as if dancing with an invisible person, and began to sing.

I know you

I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you

The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true

That visions are seldom all they seem

Prince Anthony approached Sunny, but hid behind a tree to watch the young man dance and sing.

Naturally, he was immediately smitten.

How could he not be when he saw that radiant face, those curls of blond like a field of wheat, those hips moving in time to the music, those plump b-

“Crowley, dear, I think you're getting a little off track.”

"Oops."

The demon blushed slightly and Aziraphale nudged his shoulder as he replied amusedly, "You can develop that part of the story a little later when it's just the two of us."

Crowley chuckled slightly before resuming his story.

Prince Anthony took advantage of the fact that the handsome boy's back was turned to approach him silently, waiting for him to turn around.

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

As the handsome young man sang the last phrase, Anthony joined his voice and Sunny stopped, startled, before turning around.

Frozen, he took a step back, ready to run away, but Anthony stopped him, speaking softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Sunny replied, "It's not that. It's that I don't know you. I shouldn't talk to people I don't know."

"But don't you remember? We've already met!"

"Have we?"

"Of course, you just sang it so beautifully: once upon a dream."

A chuckle interrupted Crowley and he turned to the Angel, "What?"

"What a smooth talker this prince is."

Crowley raised an eyebrow and replied, a mischievous smile on his lips, "But you already know that, my angel."

“Dad! Papa! Stop interrupting the story!"

"Yes, that's right, I want to know what's going on."

"Sorry, kids."

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his daughter's hair, while Crowley gently stroked Alexis' cheek as his son snuggled against him.

Anthony and Sunny began to sing and dance in harmony as the forest animals looked on.

When the song finally ended, they looked at each other wordlessly until Anthony asked, "Who are you, what's your name?"

Sunny remembered his aunts' words of warning and let go of the prince before stepping back and saying, "Hmm? Oh, my name. Why, it's, it's... Oh, no, no, I can't, I... Goodbye!"

He took off so fast that Anthony couldn't keep up.

He called after him, "But when will I see you again?"

"Oh never, never!"

"Never?"

Sunny paused and replied, "Maybe someday."

"Tomorrow?"

Sunny shook his head, "No, tonight. At the cottage in the valley."

As Sunny ran away, all he could think of was the handsome prince, his red hair shining in the sun, his golden eyes, and his charming smile".

"Pretentious..."

Crowley chose to ignore his husband's murmur and continued.

Meanwhile, the three fairies tried unsuccessfully to bake the cake and sew the suit, and despite 16 years of living without wands, they weren't very good at it.

Nina had had enough and raised her hand and said, "Stop, we're getting nowhere and it's almost sundown. For once, we're going to use our wands."

Muriel gestured to get them, but Maggie interrupted, "First we have to close the doors, shutters and windows, we can't allow the vile Metatron to see us.

Once everything was closed, Muriel, armed with their wand, prepared the cake and Nina and Maggie went to work on the suit, arguing over the color of the bow tie. They had forgotten one thing.

The fireplace.

When they cast a spell on the suit at the same time, a bolt of lightning shot out of the chimney.

This was not lost on Metatron's raven, who saw it from afar and flew back to his master's castle to tell him the news.

The three fairies finished their preparations and Muriel looked out the window before exclaiming, "Sunny's back! Let's turn out the lights!"

The cottage was pitch black as the door opened.

The light came on and the three fairies exclaimed, "Surprise! Happy birthday, Sunny!"

Sunny gave his three aunts an emotional hug, then saw the suit and cake and exclaimed, "Oh, how wonderful! This is the happiest day of my life. First him, then this surprise."

"Him?"

"Sunny!"

"You met a stranger?"

Sunny, blushing and looking dreamy, replied, "Oh, he's not a stranger, we've met before."

Sunny started dancing and singing, "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream".

Nina murmured, "He's in love."

"Oh no."

"That's terrible!"

Sunny stopped and looked at them, astonished, "Why? I'm sixteen."

"It's not that, dear."

"You're already engaged."

"Since the day you were born."

“To Prince Anthony, sweetie."

Sunny exclaimed, "But that's impossible! How could I marry a prince, I'd have to be a..."

Muriel said quietly, "A prince."

"And that's what you are. Prince Sunshine, tonight we'll take you back to your father, the king."

Sunny shook his head and replied, "But, but I can't! He's coming here tonight, I promised to meet him."

Maggie stroked his cheek sadly and replied, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you must never see that young man again."

"Oh, no, no! I can't believe it. No, no, no! "

Sunny ran to lock himself in his room, and the three fairies sadly heard the sound of his muffled cries.

Muriel muttered, "And we thought he'd be so happy."

Meanwhile, back at the castle, Sunny's father and Anthony's father were getting drunk and talking about their children's future, how many children they would ask the fairies to bless their family with.

They were on their second bottle of wine when a voice announced, "His Royal Highness, Prince Anthony.

"Anthony?"

Anthony's father rose and, with staggering steps, descended the stairs to meet his son before exclaiming, "Anthony! Hurry up, my boy, hurry up and change into something suitable. You can't meet your future husband in this state."

Anthony replied, "I have met him, Father."

"You met him? Where?"

"Once in a dream."

"I know I've been drinking, but I don't understand a word you're saying! What's all this about a dream?"

"It wasn't a dream, Father. I really met him!"

"Prince Sunshine?"

"Oh, I must tell Prince Sunshine's father that you've already met his son."

"I didn't say it was Sunshine. I said I had met the man I was going to marry. I don't know who he was, a farmer, I guess."

Her father drank his glass in one gulp and exclaimed, "A farmer? A farmer? You're going to marry a... But Anthony, you're joking! You can't do this to me! Give up the throne, the kingdom, for anyone, for no one? I won't accept it. You are a prince and you will marry a prince!"

"I will marry the man I love. And I don't need your permission. Goodbye, Father!"

Anthony turned and ran.

Night had fallen when the fairies and Sunny entered the castle unnoticed through a back door.

They sat the prince down and Maggie approached him and said softly, "This last gift, dear child, for you, the symbol of your royalty. A crown to wear with grace and beauty, as is your royal right and duty.

Nina placed the crown on the prince's head, who couldn't hold back a tear.

The three fairies looked at each other and silently decided to leave him alone for a few moments and went into the next room.

Muriel muttered, "It's so sad and unfair. He looked so happy, and now his happiness is shattered. I don't see why he has to marry a prince."

Nina, the voice of wisdom, said softly, "That is not for us to decide, my dear. "

"I think we should speak to the king."

"We could try, but..."

They were interrupted by a strange noise from the next room and went over to see Sunny crossing the fireplace, the wall closing behind him to prevent the fairies from following.

Muriel brandished their wand and broke through the wall, revealing three paths.

The fairies called, "Sunny, Sunny, where are you?"

Sunny didn't hear them and followed the light that led them up a spiral staircase.

Arriving in a small room, the light turned into a spindle and Metatron's head appeared and said to Sunny in a hypnotic voice, "Touch the spindle. Touch it and all your dreams will come true!"

"Sunny, no!"

Too late, in a flash of light, Sunny touched the spindle with his finger and Metatron's head turned to the fairies, "You poor fools. You thought you could defeat me, the master of all evil. Well, here is your precious prince."

Metatron disappeared with a laugh, revealing Sunny lying face down.

Maggie exclaimed, "Sunny!"

Nina put her head in her hands.

"Oh Sunny! Oh, I'll never forgive myself."

The three of them cried over the young prince's motionless body.

In the castle, Anthony's father tried to explain his son's departure to Sunshine's father, but suddenly a voice interrupted them.

"The sun has set, prepare to greet your prince!"

The crowd outside the castle cheered, and fireworks shot into the sky.

Meanwhile, the three fairies were crying around the bed where Sunny lay, a yellow rose in his clasped hands.

Nina said quietly, "We have to go. We have something to do."

They step out onto the balcony and look out at the crowd waiting for their prince to return.

"Poor king and queen."

"They'll be heartbroken when they hear."

Nina shook her head, "They won't be."

"No?"

Nina replied, "We'll put them all to sleep until Sunny wakes up. Come on!"

The three fairies flew up and raised their wands over the entire castle, putting everyone from the groom to the king to sleep.

Nina had just cast a spell on Prince Anthony's father when she heard him whisper, "I just talked to Anthony. It seems he's fallen in love with a peasant."

Nina froze and asked, "A peasant? Yes, yes? The farmer, who is he? Where did he meet him?"

The king said before falling asleep, "Once upon a dream.

"Once upon a dr... Sunny, Prince Anthony!"

Nina flew full speed toward Maggie and Nina, telling them, "Come on, we've got to get back home!"

Nina explained the king's last words to them on the way.

Meanwhile, whistling the song, Anthony arrived at the cottage. But Metatron was waiting for him, and his servants jumped on the prince, tied him up, and took him to Metatron's castle, where they threw him into a double-locked cell.

Soon after, the fairies arrived at the cottage and found Anthony's hat on the floor.

They immediately realized what had happened.

"Metatron! He's got Prince Anthony!"

"To the forbidden mountain."

"But we can't, we can't go there!" cried Muriel.

Nina replied with a firm voice, "We can, and we must. For our little Sunny and his happiness."

The fairies reached Metatron's castle and approached cautiously until they found a window overlooking a room where Metatron was feasting and talking to his raven.

"It's a shame the prince isn't here to enjoy the feast. Come, we must go to the dungeon and cheer him up."

Metatron left for the dungeon, followed by the raven and the fairies.

"Come now, Prince Anthony. Why so much melancholy? You have a wonderful future ahead of you. You're the hero of a charming fairy tale come true."

Metatron conjured a vision before Anthony's eyes and told him in a falsely gentle voice, "Here is the king's castle, and in the highest tower is Prince Sunshine, dreaming of his true love. But behold the merciful whim of fate. This is the same peasant who won the heart of our noble prince only yesterday. He is indeed wonderfully handsome. The gold of the sun fades before the blond of his hair. He rests in an ageless sleep. Years pass, but a hundred years are like a day to a steadfast heart. And now the dungeon doors open and the prince is free to go. He rides out on his noble steed."

Anthony saw himself old and weak, and Metatron's voice was full of sarcasm as he continued, "...a brave figure, straight and tall, to awaken his love with love's first kiss and prove that true love conquers all."

Anthony struggled in his chains and against his gag as Muriel, unable to control herself, moved angrily toward Metatron, but was held back in time by Nina.

Metatron raised his arm to the raven and said, "Come, my dear. Let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts."

As he walked away after locking the door, he continued, "A most beautiful day. For the first time in sixteen years, I'm going to sleep well."

As soon as Metatron was gone, the fairies entered through the window, approached Anthony, and when they saw that he was fidgeting, whispered, "Shh, no time to explain."

They used their magic to open Anthony's chains and the padlock on the door.

As the prince started to run, Nina stopped him and said, "Wait, Prince Anthony. The road to true love may be buried by many more dangers that only you can face. So arm yourself with the enchanted shield of virtue and the mighty sword of truth. For it is the weapons of righteousness that will triumph over evil."

Outside the dungeon, the raven waited and flew away screaming, sounding the alarm.

The fairies and Anthony began to climb the stairs, encountering Metatron's minions, whom Anthony easily fought off.

"Look out!"

Nina raised her wand to the stones the servants were throwing in their direction, transforming them into butterflies.

It was the archers' turn to send a volley of arrows at the prince, but Maggie turned them into colorful flowers while Muriel freed Furfur.

Metatron, awakened by the raven, appeared at the door.

"Raise the drawbridge!"

"Careful, Anthony!"

Fortunately, Furfur managed to jump just over the moat.

"Quick, quick, Anthony!"

Metatron shouted, "A forest of thorns will be his tomb, forever cursing the castle and its inhabitants!"

A black cloud appeared above the castle. Lightning struck everywhere, causing thick briars to grow so dense that Anthony was forced to stop. He dismounted and swung his sword to clear a path.

Metatron appeared before him and shouted, "Now you'll have to deal with me, Prince, and all the powers of Hell!"

Metatron transformed into a giant dragon that Anthony could do nothing against. He tried his best to dodge the flames coming from the beast's mouth, but a new blaze caused him to lose his shield.

Metatron laughed as the fairies approached the prince, pointing their wands at his sword.

"Now the sword of truth flies swift and sure. May evil die and good endure!"

Anthony hurled the sword at the dragon with all his might. The sword plunged into the dragon's heart, which collapsed before burning with a howl in the flames it had spewed.

Metatron was dead.

Anthony and the fairies entered the castle and climbed up to the tower where Sunny lay on his bed. Anthony approached him slowly, taking time to admire the radiant beauty of his stranger, his prince, then leaned over and gently pressed his lips to Sunny's, who immediately opened his eyes.

Her beautiful light blue eyes, in which stars seemed to shine, fluttered and Anthony saw the moment when Sunny recognized him.

He asked softly, "Am I awake or is this a dream?"

Anthony pressed another kiss to his forehead and replied, a little smile on his lips, "If it's a dream, I think we're having the same one, my prince."

A little later, what a surprise it was for the two kings to see their two children arrive together, smiling and holding hands.

Anthony's father muttered, "Protocol, my son, protocol."

But a charming smile from his future son-in-law quickly made him forget this minor breach of royal etiquette.

After an emotional reunion between Sunny and his parents, the orchestra began to play a melody that the two young princes recognized, and with knowing smiles on their lips, they immediately began to dance under the tender gaze of their parents.

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

Muriel couldn't hold back a few tears and Nina gently asked them, "Muriel, what's wrong, darling?"

"Oh, I love happy endings."

Nina and Maggie nodded because they did, too.

Until Maggie noticed that Sunny's suit wasn't the color she had chosen and immediately changed it.

Of course, Nina didn't let go and did the same, so, throughout the dance, the color of Prince Sunny's costume kept changing, adding magic to an already enchanting moment.

But the two princes didn't care, because they only had eyes for each other.

They got married, lived happily ever after, and the fairies gave them lots of little princes and princesses.

"Aww, I want to dream about my prince too..."

Aziraphale, amused, helped Cassandra into bed, tucking her in tenderly, while Crowley did the same on the other side with Alexis, who murmured, half asleep, "I want to dream about him, too. And if I dream about it a lot, it'll come true."

"You're right. Good night, Alexis. Good nigt Cassandra."

"Good night dad."

The twins were asleep by the time Crowley and Aziraphale closed the bedroom door.

The demon and the angel headed for the living room when suddenly Aziraphale turned to Crowley and said teasingly, "So tell me, what did you mean to say after talking about Prince Sunny's hips moving to the rhythm of the music?"

Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel and, sliding his hands from his back to his butt, replied in the same teasing tone, "I was going to talk about his lovely, plump cheeks."

Aziraphale laughed before wrapping his arms around his husband's neck and saying softly, "How about showing him your appreciation in a more appropriate place?"

Crowley gently pressed his lips to the angel's, then murmured against his lips, "My prince's wishes are my commands."

Then he led him into the secret of their bedroom, where he set about demonstrating in detail how much he appreciated his prince's features.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

The Thousand and One Ineffable Nights series : here

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #kidfic

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softpine · 1 year ago

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working on the next post was frustrating me so i made more of coco's family to relax!! let's hear it for beautiful brown eyes

nico (33), nicole "coco" (23), monica (22), jasmine "jazzy" (18), amir (12), xena (1)

their family situation is very complicated but if you're interested:

nico was an oopsie when their mom was young. she got married and then quickly divorced nico's dad. coco looks up to her brother a lot. he's the kindest, most generous person you'll ever meet (gives you the shirt off his back kinda guy) and he loves coco so much, but he has an intellectual disability as a result of a complicated birth and he was never given the support he needed. he's had problems with substance abuse for a long time. growing up, coco always wanted to be around him, and unfortunately he didn't always do a good job of sheltering her. even though she doesn't blame him, he'll always blame himself for exposing her to his lifestyle.

when coco's mom met her dad, she didn't want to ruin things by getting married again. nevertheless, coco was planned. she was supposed to be the last baby (hence the cute matching names: nico and nicole).

monica came along so quick after coco that they were basically raised like twins, but coco was still very much a protective big sister to her because monica started losing her eyesight as a toddler. by middle school, she could only see light & shapes. she continued to go to the same school as coco, but she didn't get much in the way of accommodations, so coco was the one who helped her the most. she made sure monica never fell behind or felt different – she learned from nico that if she didn't support monica, no one would. they're the only 2 that share both the same birth parents, though monica always got along better with their dad than coco. oh also she's the sister that used to listen to danny's music fjkjsds

jazzy was from their mom's 2nd marriage which didn't last long. she spent summers with her dad in indiana, which made coco so jealous until she actually visited indiana herself lol. she goes to college at purdue so coco doesn't see her much. it also makes coco feel weird that they both started college at the same time though coco is 5 years older. she wants to be the big sister giving advice and helping jazzy through college, but jazzy has her life together more at 18 than coco ever has. she won't admit it, but she does judge coco for her life choices, and she has a lot of valid reasons for doing so. sadly jazzy had a front row seat to some of coco's worst moments. neither of them really know how to move on from that.

their mom is still married to amir's dad. he's the only kid still living with their mom. coco actually spends quite a lot of time with amir; he likes to stay at her apartment when he needs a break from his step siblings (who coco barely knows, since they moved in after she moved out). they also like to get out of the city and go exploring together / hiking

xena is....... complicated. she's the only one here that doesn't have the same birth mom and that's really all i can say. (btw i'm not bringing back the 2018 extreme red blush, the poor thing just has eczema)

#at this point coco is the closest with nico #she loves monica to death but they're in very different places in their lives right now #it's easiest with nico because well. his life is perpetually chaotic which coco can relate to. plus they went through a lot of shit togethe #she feels so much shame comparing herself to her sisters so it makes it hard to connect with them - through no fault of their own #sorry you know i geek out about complicated/strained family dynamics lmao #coco arias #xena #nico #monica #jazzy #amir #i don't think we'll ever meet them but just in case

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mellybellypines · 2 months ago

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Omg hi! I’m JJ and this is like my first time on tumblr and I love it so much already. I absolutely love gravity falls and was wondering if someone would help me draw my oc! (I am terrible at art) her name is Magnolia Elizabeth Elsher-Pines ! Let me tell you a bit about her :)) (I’ll add inspo photos)

Magnolia is in her 60s, 5’6”, female, with emerald green eyes, freckles, beautiful long wavy light brown hair with curtain bangs, on the curvier side, a tiny scar on her left eyebrow, and wears cutesy glasses so she can see. She graduated from Stanford University with her Doctorate in Neurosurgery and her masters in psychology. (What I hope to do with my life in the future.🤞🏻)

About her:

She’s a very smart, shy, caring, loving, understanding, and gentle person but when it comes to her family she is very protective. She made a name for herself in the neurosurgery community and is one of the best neurosurgeons in the country. She adores all fabric, string, and painting crafts. She listens to smooth jazz that reminds her of ford. She’s also very active. She runs every morning on the beach to keep her body healthy.

Backstory:

Growing up she was very shy. She didn’t have many friends and was picked on because all she cared about was psychology. She met Stanley and Stanford pines when they were in elementary school together when they were 7 or 8. In middle school she developed a crush on Stanford because of his wits, his personality, and his crazy good looks. In high school around 10th grade she told Ford and they started dating and have been since. They had 3 kids together at the ages of 26 and 29. 2 twin boys Maxwell Filbrick Pines (oldest by 5 min), Samuel Lee Pines (2nd oldest), and their daughter Maddison Evangeline Pines (youngest by 3 years). Magnolia was pregnant with Maddison when Ford got stuck in the portal. She moved the kids back to her and Ford’s home town, Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. She raised them knowing their father. She’d tell them nonstop that he loves them dearly. For 30 years she waited for Stanford to come back. Never even glanced at another man never spoke to another man she was absolutely smitten for Ford. When she heard the news that Stanford was back, she rushed back to gravity falls desperate to hold him again. They’ve been in deep love since and Ford did in fact cry when her and the kids came back to him.

I’d absolutely love if someone could help me with this OC! I’m on my hands and knees begging.

*edit* : I didn’t make this clear when I made this post. I will most definitely pay for people’s art. I’m obsessed with art and would never ever make an artist spend time on me without paying them a reasonable amount for their time.

Here’s some pics I pulled from Pinterest that fit her vibe:

#stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity falls #stanford pines #bill cipher #artwork #oc #oc art #artist needed #im delusional

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thegreatzombieartisan · 4 months ago

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Elrond, Faramir, and the Untold Death of Siblings

Death of a sibling is different than a parent. This is both obvious yet not readily intuitive. While it is expect to outlive parents, it’s easy to take for granted that siblings will be with us for a lifetime.

Moreover, most sympathy and condolences goes to the parents, disenfranchising the grief of surviving siblings who are simultaneously expected to support them. If before old age, death to brother or sister is always under tragic, and even possibly sinister, circumstances.

Elrond and Faramir are the only prominent characters who loose siblings; and Elrond is unique in that he is the only Elf whose dead sibling was mortal.

How might they have experienced the loss of their beloved brothers Elros and Boromir?

A sibling’s death casts a shadow on the past and future

A unique sibling co-history is broken

Siblings are co-keepers of our childhood. A brother or sister shares common memories, inside jokes, secrets, critical experiences, and family history. When death takes a sibling, it also takes away our connections to the past; a version of ourselves unique only with them.

The future is forever altered

Elrond and Faramir will get married, set up households, succeed or fail, grow older. Yet each life event underscores the terrible reality that their brothers won’t be there. Never will again.

Forever after, all events — be they birthdays, anniversaries, or special occasions, no matter how wonderful — will be bittersweet. So many memories never to be made. Did Elrond cry for his own future children who would never know their uncle and cousins?

Did Faramir mourn the nieces and nephews he would never meet?

How would each man explain their brother to others? How would they ensure that their brother’s essence wasn't lost; that he wasn't just a tapestry on a wall, name on a tomb, or a handful of tales?

Manner of death plays a significant role in how grief is experienced

Faramir almost certainly expected Boromir (and himself) to die in the fight against Sauron. He died as he would have wanted: protecting the defenseless, and for love of his friends and Gondor. The “rightness” of Boromir’s death would give Faramir a measure of comfort and closure.

While some may think Faramir discovering Boromir’s body would be further traumatizing, it’s clear it brought him closure. Visual confirmation can allow for acceptance of the beloved sibling’s death.

Elrond knew death but before that of Elros. Yet he never imagined his brother would accept the fate of Men. As an Elf, it makes Elrond’s grief unique in three ways.

Firstly, anticipatory grief. While centuries might pass like an afternoon for Elves, each year would bring his brother closer to doom. Elrond would wonder, if at Arda’s end, they would reunite; for the fate of Men’s souls is unknown.

Secondly, the unique severing of the twin bond, of which twins describe as missing a piece of themselves. Interestingly, many twins say they were struck with a sudden uneasy around the time their twin died. Did Elrond psychically “know” when Elros drew his last breath?

Thirdly, unlike Faramir, Elrond never saw his brother’s body, never for that visual closure. Almost certainly he struggled to accept Elros’s death. In his memory, Elros will always be youthful and beautiful, full of life and vigor. How could he grow old and die?

Anger, Survivors Guilt, and Regret

Feeling guilty for having outlived a brother or sister may seem silly yet this is normal. Guilty is often about things left unsaid or undone, making surviving siblings feel unsettled.

Nothing indicates Elrond and Elros maintained contact after the latter departed mortality and Middle Earth for Numenor. Chances are, at least in retrospect, Elrond might have had some regrets. If so, they burdened his Elven weariness because of these immortals, for better or worse, possess near-perfect memory.

And with all the hard times ahead without Elros beside him, Elrond no doubt had bouts of anger over his brother’s decision; another perceived abandonment in a litany. Maybe that’s unfair but grief isn’t rational.

Faramir’s survivor guilt manifested through accepting his father’s suicide mission, taking Boromir’s place. While the brothers loved each other, Denethor’s favoritism toward his heir would have sometimes stirred tension between them. And Faramir probably had some regrets and shame over the times his jealousy and resentment got the better of him.

Shifting Family Roles

Death disrupts family dynamics. Surviving siblings may suddenly become the only or eldest child. In any event, they must redefine their role which may include new (possibly unwanted or burdensome) familial expectations and responsibilities. A reality most relevant to Faramir than Elrond.

Faramir had envisioned a life faithfully serving his father before his brother. The role of heir is unexpectedly thrusted upon him in the bleakest hour and with a half-mad father who disfavored him. All without his older brother for guidance and support.

Sometimes the departed siblings served an unspoken peacekeeping role within the family. In their absence, dysfunction can exacerbate; estrangement can ensue. With Boromir gone, it’s just Faramir and Denethor.

Family favoritism, as Faramir suffered, can be particularly excruciating for surviving siblings; for in death, parents can almost deify the favored child while the perceived shortcomings of the surviving siblings are magnified. Denethor’s unabashed partiality toward Boromir would have compounded and complicated Faramir’s own grief for his brother.

Compounded Loss

Death causes people to revisit the feelings of other losses — family, friends, even life goals — compounding sorrow and a sense of disorientation.

Elrond would think of this parents, though not dead, were no longer of this world; and perhaps more painfully, the unknown fate of foster-father Maglor.

As for Faramir, his thoughts would stray to his departed mother. Like-minded in spirit, he would lament the loss of an ally against his father’s favoritism and failing rule.

It’s not inconceivable that he might feel more like an orphan than merely a surviving sibling; for with Boromir’s death, Faramir not lost a sibling but his own father to the enemy from madness and grief.

#Elrond #elros #faramir #boromir #lord of the rings #silmarillion #LotR #tolkien #tolkien theology #denethor

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purple-scrunchie · 1 year ago

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Heathers Headcanons that Live Rent-Free in my Brain

(Some of these are new, some have been rotting in my notes app since January lol also LONGPOST WARNING up ahead.)

Veronica:

Was also a wolf kid (iykyk), wore those dog ear headbands to school from the middle of 3rd to the beginning of 5th grade

Has a pet corn snake named Cornelius. She's had him since she was 12 and loves him dearly

Can't even be trusted with a toaster in the kitchen, can and will find a way to set something on fire

Her favorite movie series is Indiana Jones. She loves the thril of the action scenes and the concept of carefree adventuring

Fucking unstoppable at just dance. She wins by a landslide every time

Had one of those giant picture encyclopedias as a kid

Despite spending so much time journaling and studying people's handwriting, hers is still a mesy disaster (this annoys Chandler to no end)

Likes to doodle in her journal too

has been journaling almost every day since she was 8. She keeps all of her old finished journals in a locked box under her bed

Loves making friendship bracelets for everybody she appreciates

Was absolutely a band kid. She played trumpet but quit sophomore year because she couldn’t stand Kurt and Ram anymore (they were just there to get some elective credits in)

Heather Chandler:

Hates everyone except her favorite three people (Duke, Mac, and Ronnie) And sometimes even them

Gets fucking livid when people touch her stuff without asking (this includes Veronica)

Especially if you touch her hair/skincare stuff (which is one of those 989,752,300 step process ones)

If she doesn’t get her beauty sleep, she’s even more of a megabitch than usual

Super protective of her friends and loyal to a fault. Once you're in her inner circle, there's no escape

Speaks french fluently

Most of the time she spends with her parents is on the whole-summer trips to France they drag her on. She despises these with a burning passion

Learned how to paint in France, and she's gotten pretty good at it over the years

Has gorgeous, looping cursive handwriting and insists on writing everything in red ballpoint pen. (Her teachers hate this)

Almost always has really vivid lucid dreams. She writes them down in a dream log and they’re her main artistic inspiration

Secretly loves Romance novels. Will read them and giggle like an excited 12-year-old when she's alone

Heather McNamara:

Was super clumsy before she started cheer. It’s definitely not as bad as before, but it’s still there. She’ll still trip over her own feet sometimes

Lactose intolerant, but her favorite drink is milk

Loves to click her pens in class

Goes through chewing gum at frightening speeds (think a pack or more a day)

Is really close to her dad

Whenever her dad goes on a business trip, he brings her a new hair ribbon. She keeps them all in a drawer in her nightstand.

Was the biggest horse girl as a kid

Will still happily talk about horses for hours

Loves astrology even more. Her dad cuts out the horoscope section of the daily paper for her and she keeps them filed away by date and season

Loves to read her friends their horoscopes

Definitely has a million constellation/planet charts all over her walls

If it doesn't have mustard on it, she won't eat it

Carries around a bottle of spicy mustard for this exact reason

Heather Duke:

Literally like 5'0 (152.5 cm)

Will not be caught dead without her heels on

Has two younger siblings, Hunter (12) and Hannah (also 12, they’re twins)

Has a black cat named Gatsby

Gatsby loves to curl up on her neck when she reads, and she’ll absentmindedly scratch behind his ears

Her parents forced her to play the piano from like 1st grade onwards. She has the skills of a concert pianist but hates the instrument with a burning passion

Her car is a 1980 Jeep CJ5

Secretly really likes cars. Will talk to McNamara about cars while McNamara reads her horoscope

Loves to fix her friends' cars

DESPISES condiments. She believes that if you can't eat it plain, it's not worth eating. (the exception to this is hotsauce lol)

Has a bunch of cute stationary and study materials (y'know, all the glittery gel pens and color-coded sticky notes) but uses them for the dumbest things

JD:

5’10 and still growing

Was really into dinosaurs when he was younger. He still has a collection of little plastic ones in his room that he sometimes (though he’d never admit it) gets out and plays with

Cooking shows are his guilty pleasure. He fucking loves being in the kitchen, it’s almost as safe to him as a 7/11

He cooks as a form of self-expression

Loves to bake too, will make things for his friends

Tried to make Chandler an apology cake one time (which did NOT end well for either of them)

One of his most prized possessions is the blue and black friendship bracelet Veronica made for him when they met. He wears the damn thing everywhere and it’s getting beat up

Loves to take walks alone in the dark or the rain. He thinks it’s nice and peaceful

Constantly losing pens. Was it the trenchcoat's fault? Probably. Will he get out of the trenchcoat? Absolutely not.

Hope you found some you enjoy lol, PLEASE feel free to add on/tell me your own/send requests for more!

#scrunchie's ramblings #heathers #heathers headcanons #heathers 1988 #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #jason dean

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blue-asher · 5 months ago

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Percy Weasley X Squib!Reader

Summary: when you try to buy a book by a Squib author Percy shields you from the discrimination of the bookshop owner.

Let's say that the Weasley family and the Golden Trio decided to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new school year and they invite you and your siblings (who attend Hogwarts; that's how you met them) to come along.

Their first stop was a library where they got the essentials like paper and quills. There you decided to treat the trio and bought some matching pens that had witches' hats on them. Ron was the most intrigued out of the three.

Then you go to a bookshop with the list of required books in hand. It was then that problems arrised.

Once you enter the bookshop you all part different ways to find your things: Hermione goes straight to grab the school books so as to check out the novels later, Ron and Harry go the adventure books first so as to go for the school ones later, Ginny and her mother look into the new Lockheart's novel and Mr. Weasley went to look after the twins (as instructed by his wife) but soon lost track of them.

And, although you didn't notice at first, Percy decides to look out for you (his words, what if you got lost in all the sections and ended up in a shopping spree) and see if you actually had good taste in books at all—not because he was taking notes for next birthday presents, of course. He also didn't want to leave you alone. The rest of the lot had actual things to do in there and went straight to crossing names from their lists. All of them walked in different directions with confidence, like men on a mission. So he was fairly surprised when you did as well. He wanted to know what you were up to.

He considered going up to you and ask you what you thought about the bookshop after 15 minutes of just watching how you read the tilted of a couple books in sale. Until he saw you grab, rather excited, a particular book. Then the bookseller appeared.

"Good evening, young lady! I'm sorry to bother you but I couldn't help but notice that you picked up a particular book" the bookseller said anxiously "Memories of a forgotten kind. I hope it struck your interest, of course! but I must insist you buy it nonetheless" Y/N was quite shocked at the sudden approach and rambling of the man but she was just about to ask for more information about the magnificent book so she was glad the man came just in time.

The book in question is an elegant hard cover edition with beautiful art work in the front about philosophy. It was from a squib author that discussed the problems with Squib identity and how they perceived themselves in a world that seemed to want to label them one way or the other, essencially robbing them of the core of their existance: the middle. The author also included some biographical aspects in it to help make a point of his stand. You, being the same as him, were very excited to have found it as not only it spoke about an issue that had revolved around your self-confidence all your life (you had to admit you were just a tiny bit jealous of your siblings' magic) but because it was also a rare occurrence to find a squib author in general. Sadly, they rarely got published.

"You see, I've been having a real hard time to sell them. No one wants them—nobody could ever want them, really." His sudden statement quickly pulled you out of your thoughts as you were thinking about what to ask him first. You had just decided to ask whether the guy had written other books when he screamed that first statement.

"I shouldn't have made a deal with the man. I tried to diversify my collection, you know, my partner told me to. But I told him it was a bad idea, he just wouldn't listen" he continued rapidly ". I know everyone wants to say we are in modern times but business are business. You get me"

It was as if he was trying to excuse himself for even having the books in the shop; he didn't even stop to breath. You got concerned. Why was it difficult to sell? Had the writer been in some sort of scandal? Was the information in the book no longer valid? You didn't remember if you looked at the year of publishing but the book seemed brand new. Why was it in sale? It seemed like half the price a book so pretty.

"You don't seem too convinced. That's all right, I understand" you tried to pich in and tell him that he didn't understand at all because not even you understood what he was talking about. But he kept going "I'll make you a deal, just for you. You seemed like a lady of culture. How much is it? 400 sickles? I'll leave it to 300, what do you say?"

'I'll be damned' you thought. Shouldn't it be the other way around? What would he even gain from that amount? You finally got a moment to ask:

"I'm confused, It's such a beautiful edition with great quality, why is it so cheap? Did the author do something?"

You waited for his answer.

The bookseller looked at you like you just grew an extra head but quickly changed his expression to one of realisation "My apologies, ma'am. You mustn't have notice, how silly of me!" He spoke as if the fact was obvious but you still didn't understand. He composed himself and in a more calmer manner said "The author's a squib"

That's all he said.

And Percy thought he had already said enough.

You were stil expecting to hear something more, an aclaration, because clearly it didn't seem like a logical reason. What does that have to do with anything? You didn't have time to say anything else as Percy suddenly appeared beside you and put his hand on your shoulder. You looked at him but his gazed was fixed from above into the bookseller's eyes.

"I think we have heard enough desperate rambling from you. No wonder you can't sell a book for the life of it." His tone was cold and it shocked you greatly. You hadn't seen Percy this angry before, you hadn't ever heard him insult another adult like that.

The bookseller went off pretty angry and told the both of you to not bother coming back if you weren't going to buy a proper book. You were pretty sure you heard him say something about you only looking into the Sale section, most likely an insult.

However, you thought it had all went down hill unnecessarily and were about to question Percy's sudden change of attitude but when you turned you noticed that he was already looking at you. With a sad warmness in his gaze.

"He meant the writer, Y/N"

You stared at him for a few seconds and blinked "What?"

"He meant that the books didn't sell because the writer's a squib"

You felt embarrassed because of how long it took you to pick up on the que. Angry embarrassed. You had just made a fool of yourself, in front of Percy! Just when you thought you had dominated that kind of anti-squib talking.

In the end everyone left without buying a single textbook from the place, not wanting to support such a prick. But not before your siblings gave the bookseller a piece of their mind and spoke every insult the could come up with.

You insisted to the Weasleys that they didn't have to leave: they needed the books and the other bookshop was a good 20 minutes away. Hermione gave a nasty look to anyone who seemed tempted on the idea of buying the books and get the shopping over with. 'Anyone' being Ron -but just for a quick second.

Quickly you started making jokes about how you should have bought it either way because "Where else will I find a book so amazingly cheap? No, Y/N! You mustn't succumb to capitalism!! You have to support the writers" Your antics successfully made the trio and twins laugh and it was only then, when you wanted to raise your fist at the sky in a dramatic way, that you noticed that Percy had been holding your hand. Probably had since you left the bookshop. When you looked at him he sheepishly let go while giving you a shy smile.

You wished he hadn't.

A couple of days later you family had the Weasleys over for a farewell dinner since everyone left the following day for Hogwarts.

Just when everyone had left and you were making yourself comfortable in your room, you noticed a wrapped package in your bed. A gift that was not there before. It was very clearly a book but it didn't have any note as to who might have left it. Did the Weasleys leave a gift for you? You didn't see anyone entering your room.

Dying with curiosity, you opened to see what it was and find a clue of who your mystery friend might be.

It was the philosophy book you had tried to buy a few days ago! You were admiring it with delight when you noticed something falling from the inside of it.

A piece of paper had fallen, it was receipt! From a library you didn't know and where it stated that the book had been purchased at a price much suitable for its quality; probably the original price that the bookseller had tried reducing to nothingness the other day.

But there was something else written at the back of the receipt, something in handwriting.

"Proof that I've bought it at full price.

Found a new bookshop with a section dedicated to squib writers, mind if we explore it together some time?"

You would recognize that handwriting anywhere, and would make sure to send Percy a package of his favourite chocolates with your next letter.

#percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #harry potter #fanfic #Squib!Reader

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mylittlesecrethaven · 7 months ago

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Facts About the TWST Boys You Might Not Know: Octavinelle

So, it's been a minute since I made the other ones, but by the time I'm making this, the Heartslabyul part has been out for 3 days, and it's already the most popular post I've ever made, which is kinda insane. 92 fucking notes. Where did all the people come from? No clue.

Tbh, I'm glad people enjoyed the post (or just liked because it's a thing people do where they just like posts they think are cool? Which I don't understand, but whatever.), but I make these posts for very selfish reasons, so it's not super important. I just chose to include this because I find it insane so many people interacted with one of my posts.

Anyway-

SKIP DOWN BELOW THE CUT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A BORING MESSAGE!

Azul

He knows how to play the piano, and was in a band with both Jade and Floyd

He can write with all 10 of his limbs in his octo form (I figure that's pretty well known, but I still like this fact)

He's into coin collecting

His last name references a color like his first name, but also has grotto in it, referencing the grotto where Ariel in The Little Mermaid kept her human findings (that sounds weird, but it's technically true)

Jade

His job when there is a new influx of Octavinelle students is to gain info on them to both appeal to them and blackmail them. The info includes: home countries, hobbies, tastes, least favorite foods, worst subjects, and a catalogue of the students' public, private, and secret Magicam accounts (I do not want to be an Octavinelle student, holy fuck)

The little earing he wears (Floyd also wears, so I'm gonna put this fact in his as well) is made from sturgeon scales, because before they entered middle school, a sturgeon challenged them to a fight, and in return for being beaten by the twins, the sturgeon had to give them some scales (I'm pretty sure they might have also just taken the scales and said the sturgeon gave the scales to them)

The sturgeon scales mentioned above are apparently lucky charms in the Coral Sea

Floyd

His name is actually Welsh, and means "grey" or "grey-haired" (very interesting, actually)

As we all know, he has a nickname for most of the TWST cast. (I actually made a post about these nicknames a while ago, but I'm not linking it because going through my posts for that would be waaayyy too much of a hassle)

He says he's neither the older nor younger twin brother of Jade (which.... like... does it really matter? And since they hatch from an egg (I'm assuming because I just looked it up and morays do lay eggs), wouldn't they have a chance to hatch at the same time?)

His skin is very beautiful and well-moisturized according to Vil (Is Jade not the same or...?)

Floyd is very interested in shoes (I'm sure we knew that though)

Oh shit, a good fact right here. Floyd can perfectly recall anything he has seen or heard as long as it's interesting to him. If it's boring, he'll forget it immediately. (I actually never knew this wtf)

I wish the other dorms got as much love as Heartslabyul, but I feel like that last Floyd fact will make up for that for now.

Anyways, I'll get Scarabia done when I get it done I guess.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #octavinelle #octavinelle twst #octavinelle disney twst #octavinelle twisted wonderland #octavinelle disney twisted wonderland

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tobyfoxmademeascaly · 3 months ago

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Dawntrail Postscript: What Do I Think Of It All, Anyways?

So, in the order of “whatever comes to my head first:

1. The new zones: the Yok Tural zones? No notes, they’re beautiful. The only complaint I can come up with is that upper Yak T’el might look a bit too similar to Kozama’uka. Xak Tural is, similarly, very distinct and nice to look at! (Even when its ugly on purpose i.e. Heritage Found)

Living Memory on the other hand… the thematic weight of it being shut down and all the lights going out are undeniable, but I really wish that the shut down state was less uniform. Why is everything made of electrope, with the exact same texture on most of the floors? The volcano island and the nature island still look decent while still holding that thematic weight, so they’d be decent middle grounds to look to. The water island in particular though suffers IMMENSELY from the depowered state just being like. The same few monochromatic electrope textures repeated across a large area.

2. The dungeons: despite only having one death across all the dungeons, hoo BOY was I feeling that increased difficulty. I had a great deal of fun with it, but I do wonder if this is quite the right move, since I’ve seen other people suffer a lot.

On the presentation level though, they’re pretty good! Some great setpieces, especially in Alexandria. Oh god, Alexandria. The gimmick of us running through basically the same place between each boss, as the beautiful Disney-Fantasyland town is reduced to ruins in apocalyptic lightning, is fantastic. And the creepy, mechanical voice getting more and more incoherent as Sphene erases her memories is such a great touch.

3. The scions: honestly. Hot take. I think the twins should have sat this one out. They’re very cute. I know. And its unbelievable for me, the number one leveilleur twins stan, to come to this conclusion. I know.

… But, well. How much do they do, really? Krile is obviously finally promoted to main character, G’raha is there to be Sphene’s character foil, Thancred and Urianger are there to be our rivals and aid Koana in his character development, and Y’shtola MUST enter the plot whenever a hint of the topic of the reflections come up. Estinien’s current role is perfect in its absurdity and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Yeah, they say they’re here to gain experiences and knowledge that could help in the Garlemald restoration, but, well. Do they really? We don’t hear much of their opinions on how plot events inspire them. Maybe this will change in the patches. I hope so. As it currently stands, the twins feel like they’re in the sour spot between background character and main character.

Zoraal Ja: his post-heel-turn design is SUCH a glow-down. His first design is decked in shining gold and bold green and orange accents and it makes SUCH a good palette against his blue scales. To say nothing of that voluminous feathered crown. So it feels disappointing that he was changed to just various shades of purple with usb sticks stuck to his head.

He made a good enough villain for the second act, but there’s just a bit missing from his character to really make it a Great instead of the Pretty Good it is. Namely, why did he have Gulool Ja? (And also how. He’s the only mamool ja we see in all of Alexandria. My bets are still on either “mamool ja can do parthenogenesis” or “some mad science cloning”). Its a big question that I’m surprised we don’t already have an answer to.

Queen Sphene: This woman has caused me physical harm and I’m only joking a little bit. When I first got into Heritage Found, I was so suspicious of her that I managed to give myself nausea. And to see everybody in the Outskirts seem so happy, despite their entire world being replaced by a dystopian-looking lightning-blasted landscape well within living memory…

Well, I felt like I was going nuts.

(Maybe that’s Alisaie’s ultimate role in the expansion. To make me feel less like I was being gaslit.)

I’m… still not sure what to make of her, actually. She’s obviously quite similar to Emet-Selch and Meteion in terms of story role. Maybe a bit too similar. (We even have the opportunity to make a BACK IN THE DAYS OF PARADISE joke again.) It feels like she tries and fails to meet those lofty standards rather than getting to stand on her own as an antagonist.

Wuk Lamat: oh that’s The Big One, isn’t it. Opinions seem very mixed. Sometimes for understandable reasons, often for absolutely bullshit ones. As for where I stand?

I like her! I was admittedly charmed at first because she reminded me of my own cat, Spooky (she’s got big ol’ eyes, a bigger stomach, and, initially, a fraidy-cat disposition). Her Power Of Friendship antics are great, her exuberance and earnestness charm me, and her and Namikka’s scene in Living Memory legit got me tearing up. She’s silly, she’s pretty, I love her.

Closing thoughts: I won’t lie. This expansion doesn’t live up to the shadowbringers/endwalker duology for me. But, like, of course it doesn’t. I didn’t expect it to. The last two expansions were lightning-in-a-bottle levels of blow-me-away! Nobody bats a hundred, and I think this is a decent enough start to the next major arc. Though there’s one thing bugging me majorly. The first half of the expansion, we have so much focus on the cultures of Tural. How they work together, how important it is to preserve them and their histories. Then, in the second half, we have a whole town subsumed by Alexandria’s displacement via dimensional fusion, needing to change rapidly to not perish in the lightning-blasted landscape. They’ve changed massively, but nobody seems to care. Everyone just says that all the changes made to the town were willing, and that’s the end of it.

Meanwhile, Solution Nine shows no signs of adopting any aspects of the Turalis’ culture except maybe that bit of environmental graffiti depicting a two-headed mamool ja. There’s not even cyber-future taco shops.

i’m praying that this gets expanded on in sidequests and the patches, because otherwise that feels like a BIG thematic hole.

… wait hold on we went the whole expansion without krile teasing alphinaud about her getting to be a pictomancer instead of him. 0/10 (joke)

#dawntrail liveblog #ffxiv #dawntrail #discombobulated ramblings within

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