#but it makes me so mad that the treaty is not treated as like. a constitution

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crazy to me that the government is just allowed to... pass bills that explicitly go against or even remove obligations they should be required to uphold under... the literal foundation for its existence

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     “Y/n,” Seungmin called as she dragged him through the castle

     “What?” She smiled back at him and stopped in front of him.

     “We’re going to get caught,” Seungmin told her as he wrapped his arms around her.

     “So?” The princess smiled

     “I’m not trying to start another war between our kingdom.”

     “But you’ve been gone and I’ve missed you.”

     “And I’ve missed you too but nothing good happens if we’re at war.”

     Y/n was about to pout more when they both heard footsteps. Pulling away quickly and acting as if they had just been walking around together, not trying to hook up

     “There you two are,” Y/n’s father said

     The two royals turned around and were greeted by their parents. Now both were a little nervous they’d been caught.

     “Were we needed?” Seungmin asked

     “Not quite but we might as well discuss it with you two as well.”

     The two looked at each other before things were further explained

     “We were discussing our peace treaty and for us to ensure neither of us goes back on terms, we proposed a wedding.” Seungmin’s father explained

     “You want us to wed?” Y/n asked

     “It’s what would be best for the kingdoms,” the princess’ mother said

     “Seungmin, you’ll need to marry to take the throne anyway,” the prince’s mom added

     The two pretended to think about it before accepting. Their families thanked them before continuing. Once they were far enough, Seungmin wrapped his arm around her and dragged her to his room. Both smiled like mad people as the door closed behind them.

     “So much for another war,” Y/n smiled

     “No more sneaking around either.”

     Seungmin picked her up and walked her over to the bed. Laying her down and attaching his lips to hers. Y/n moaned as she wrapped her limbs around him. “That means I don’t have to be quiet anymore?” she asked

     “Upset I don’t have a reason to wrap my hand around your pretty throat anymore?” 

     “Mhmm,” Y/n agreed

     “Maybe we should keep it up till we’re officially wed.”

     “You’ll treat your future wife like that?”

     “My wife likes it when I treat her like she’s a common whore.”

     Y/n moaned as his hand wrapped around her throat. Seungmin smiled as he bit her bottom lip. Tugging on it before releasing it and her neck. 

    “Need you, Min. Please,” Y/n moaned as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. 

     “Desperate after I was gone for two months?”

     “Too long,” Y/n whined 

     “Guess I’ll have to take you with me next time.”

     Seungmin pulled her up onto his lap and reached behind her. Undoing the back of her dress as she worked on getting his shirt off. Both stripping the other till there was nothing left. Seungmin laid her back on the bed and drowned her in his lips. Needing every inch of her skin on him. 

     Seungmin’s fingers dipped into her wet heat. Groaning against her lips as his fingers worked her open. Swallowing her moans while they slipped in and out of her. Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair, begging against his lips to fuck her

     “So desperate,” Seungmin chuckled and pulled his fingers out of her.

      He lined himself up at her entrance and pushed in. Missing the way she felt but never forgetting. “Fuck.”

     “Move Min. Please,” Y/n moaned, clenching around him on purpose 

     “Oh my god, do that again,” Seungmin whimpered 

     “Make me,” Y/n told him

     Seungmin smirked and snapped his hips into hers. Watching her face change with pleasure. Taking pride that he had made her. Her legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him closer as much as she could

     “Min,” Y/n moaned, grabbing hold of his arms that caged her to his bed

     Seungmin smiled and wrapped a hand around her throat. Y/n gasped and clenched around him. Grabbing holland of his wrists as he snapped into her. Fucking with reckless abandon

     “Min,” Y/n whined as he let up on her throat

     “What do you need princess?”

     “You,” she moaned

     Seungmin leaned down and kissed her lips again. Her walls pulsing around him till she clamped down on him, orgasm taking over her. Shaking under him as hhe fucked her through her high before his hit. Burying himself inside her as he painted her walls. 

     Seungmin sat up and pulled out of her before laying next to her, pulling her onto his chest.

     “When do you think we’ll wed?” Y/n asked

     “Don’t know. We’ll find out in the morning.” Seungmin smiled, kissing the top of her head

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[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus accidentally being inseminated with Soundwave’s sparkling

With the end of the war everything was changing one of those was his medic. He'd always had Ratchet as his medic but now he was looking into finding someone else.

Ratchet was great but he had other options now and wanted to try a... Nicer medic.

He was a little nervous going to his first appointment with his new medic. Ratchet had sent over all his medical information which was good.

He was probably glad it was one less person he had to deal with. Ratchet mentioned wanting to have more personal time now that the war was over.

His new medic used to be a Decepticon, but he was also a race car and had a shiny finish.

Since the war was over and a peace treaty had been signed. He thought it couldn't hurt to help blend Cybertron together. Even though the war was over they were still divided.

Walking into the clinic he was a little nervous because it was mostly Decepticons. However the appointment went well. Until he learned that he'd have to come back for his interface equipment to be looked at.

He always hated those appointments and he put it off for as long as possible. Which caused him to have a different medic since Knockout was on vacation with his Conjunx.

Even though he didn't want to do this. Especially when his medic wouldn't be there he forced himself to go.

The medic treated him strangely which he already didn't like making a comment about his looks.

He didn't know what to expect since this wasn't his usual medic but he didn't remember it hurting so much. He assumed the Decepticons didn't mind how rough their medics were but Ratchet never caused him pain like this when he was examining his array.

When it was over he felt sore down there and was happy to be done with it.

Days later and he started feeling sick. He'd throw up in the morning and then be fine for the rest of the day. He was also tired all the time, his moods fluctuated frequently and he was always hungry constantly having cravings. Even the energon he usually drank was now disgusting and he'd started drinking something else.

He was looking in the mirror noticing some weight gain when his comm rang. He quickly answered it confused when it was Knockout and he sounded stressed.

"Please come to the clinic immediately."

He then hung up leaving him alone to wonder what was going on. He took one last look in the mirror and then drove over. Afterwards he planned to hit the tracks to hopefully lose the weight he'd gained.

When he got there the clinic was quiet and he was quickly ushered into a room.

Knockout stood there looking nervous and trying to hide it. The medic who did his interface equipment exam looked terrified and was shaking. Ratchet was also there looking mad and Soundwave was there for some reason, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Sit down."

He did as he was told shifting in discomfort from everyone looking at him.

"There was a mix-up during your appointment."

"A mix-up!?"

Ratchet looked mad glaring at Knockout.

"What kind of clinic is this? How could something like this have happened?"

"What's going on?"

He gave them all a nervous look and Knockout sighed.

"You were supposed to get an exam done on your interface equipment which is standard procedure. However there was a mix-up."

Ratchet huffed and Knockout ignored him.

"Our medic here."

They froze staring at him in fear.

"Made a mistake."

Ratchet glared.

"They accidentally inseminated you with Soundwave's transfluid."

It was quiet for a long moment as he struggled to digest what he'd just been told.

"What!"

He shouted looking at them in shock.

"How could this have happened?"

"They thought you were Soundwave's surrogate and inseminated you. Now the question is if you're sparked or not."

He froze spark pounding as he thought about his recent symptoms. He rubbed his tanks and Ratchet shoved the other medics away grabbing some equipment.

"Let me do it and after this I want you to become my patient again."

"If he's sparked with Soundwave's..."

"Soundwave will just have to deal with it. If he's sparked Hot Rod would be carrying the sparkling not him and he doesn't get a choice."

Ratchet glared at Soundwave who remained silent. He didn't look at him instead he stared at the equipment. Shivering when Ratchet rubbed cold gel on his belly.

He then put some kind of stick against it and they all watched on the monitors as the beginnings of a sparkling appeared.

His optics widened and he felt like he was going to be sick. Ratchet grabbed a bucket passing it to him just as he threw up.

The medic responsible for this mess looked horrified and Soundwave glared at them while rubbing his back. He leaned into it for a second before remembering who was touching him and quickly moved away.

He found himself shaking crying as he begun to have a panic attack especially with everyone talking at once.

Ratchet kicked everyone else taking over as his medic.

"This is your choice. You never wanted this and I want you to take a few days to think things over."

He nodded still shaking and crying. Ratchet let him stay there until he was ready and when he left the room the clinic was empty and he didn't have to worry about anyone bothering him.

He went home and curled up in bed trying to figure out what he was going to do.

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June 2088. (previously)

Jordan’s ten years with Colette had been a cacophony of ’no’s’.

“No, don’t come to bed after ten. It wakes me up and I can’t fall back asleep. Don’t get in my bed without a shower. Don’t get in my bed wet. No naps, either. You know what? The couch is fine for you, isn’t it?”

“No more tattoos. They’re trashy.”

“No, we’re not getting a bigger truck because no, you’re not getting a camper. I don’t want a camper outside my house. That’s trashy.”

“No, I hate that music. I hate that music, too. I just hate music. All music.”

“No, we’re not getting a dog. No, not a cat, either. A chicken? Are you fucking kidding me? Where the hell are we gonna put a goddamn chicken?!?”

“No work clothes in the house. No tools, either. I hate your clothes—you dress like a homeless man.”

“No campfires. Ew, I can smell it on you for days.”

“No kippers in the house. Ew, no kippers at work either. No kippers ever. I can smell them before you even eat them, and it makes me want to vomit.”

So when he came to her with this idea, he had little faith that she would say yes.

The boys were in the living room with a cartoon, and Colette was at the dining room table with her laptop. Jordan sat down.

She looked up from her work with a sneer. “What?”

“I want to take the boys on a backpacking trip,” Jordan said. “Banff, it’s in Canada. It’s a two-day drive.”

Go big or go home.

He held his breath.

“So you’re not working?” Colette asked. “Is she paying you for all this time off?”

“She is, actually.”

“Huh.” Then he saw the wheels of her brain turning, doing the math. An ask this big would cost him. Did he want to pay the price? After some consideration, Colette let out a patronizing chuckle, “Well, good luck with that.”

She didn’t say no. He was surprised, but also not.

Maybe she didn’t believe he would actually do it. Or maybe she’d hold it against him as ammunition. She did this sometimes. When she knew her razor sharp attitude had run away from her for too long, she offered a little peace treaty, as if to say, Remember that time I let you take the boys backpacking in Canada? Remember that? And she would remind him of that small grace for the rest of his life.

But he intended to take this grace, and he would run with it.

The boys needed no convincing. They minded their father, fetching this and that from whatever corner of the house, making a monstrous pile by the door. Then, before she could complain about it, both the pile and the boys were gone in a blitz, leaving only the movie they hadn’t been watching with its credits rolling.

With the boys out of her hair for two weeks, Colette felt adrift. Since they were on their own vacation, she thought she should treat herself to a few days off as well.

The first few hours, the first whole day, she reveled in the novelty of having only herself to worry about. She day-drank a whole bottle of rosé while watching HGTV in her bathrobe.

He was mad. He’d been mad for months. Why? She didn’t know, she didn’t ask, and she wasn’t sure she really cared. Mad was what they did with each other. But what Colette knew was that they never really broke up because they were never exactly together, which meant they never needed to make up because they never broke up in the first place. He would get over it, eventually. And maybe this time away would help.

Maybe she even owed him this little favor because he always wanted to be a scout dad. “No, that’s stupid. They don’t need that,” she’d said. She wanted the boys in academic triathlon instead. What good is learning to make a campfire as opposed to world diplomacy? High school was coming for them faster than they realized. You get on the wrong track, and your prospects were sunk. Colette knew better than anyone how one wrong choice in your youth could destroy all your hopes and dreams.

But sure, go light campfires in the wilderness for a couple of weeks, if you must.

You have to throw the dog a bone sometimes.

Colette stayed up late, binging crime dramas. With no chance of little boys barging into her room, she slept naked in her bed long into the morning. Then she took herself out for lunch at the kind of place you couldn’t bring nine-year-olds.

Not that she didn’t worry. She questioned Jordan’s parenting skills. She sent them off with a notebook of rules and phone numbers, and she was sure they’d already tucked it under the front seat of the truck where it would stay until the day they returned. Would the boys come back bruised and burnt and eaten alive by who knows what creatures? Would they catch rashes and intestinal parasites from drinking river water? The hiking, the falls, the wildfires, the hot springs full of boiling acid that dumb souls have ventured too close to and took their last bath. She doubted whether Jordan had ever even seen those news stories.

“I’m not an idiot,” Jordan promised. But, huh, she’d be the judge of that when he brought those boys back in one piece.

To be honest, she hated taking time off. She was bored and irritated and could never really relax. So she went back to work.

— “why are you here? #2: little sparks catch fire” part 5/6

author’s note: bonus points for actually asking her for a chicken though, right? 😂🤣😂

Next -> // WAYH #2 start // index

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Chuuya ground his teeth together, looking at the clock for the third time in the last 20 minutes, time was moving at a crawl and he could feel a tension headache coming on from having his jaw clenched so tightly. That bastard, like usual, had no respect for timing. This was the third joint mission in the last six months that Dazai had been a pain to work with, always showing up late, talking in that infuriating sing-song way, taking nothing seriously.

Or at least appearing too, as much as he hates to admit it Dazai’s plans never failed to work out, he was always in control of the situation. So he knew that if Dazai was slacking off, he had already decided everything was going to work out exactly as he wanted it to. It was still a pain in the ass to have to wait around until Dazai deigned to arrive.

At the 30 minute mark, suspiciously close to being exactly 30 minutes late, Dazai finally walked through the door of the warehouse they were meeting in. Hands in his pockets, whistling his stupid lovers suicide song, Dazai stood by the far wall and made a theatrical show of looking around in all directions with a confused expression. Chuuya watched this for a bit before, predictably, losing his temper, “Hey, shitty Mackerel, we’re already running behind, what are you fucking looking for.”

Dazai made a big show of turning towards Chuuya, angling his head down and looking surprised, his eyes glittering with mischief as he said, “Oh, there you are! Chuuya is so small I didn’t see him, I thought he hadn’t arrived yet.” 

Chuuya shouldn’t have been surprised, but his quick temper meant he never had been able to stop himself reacting to Dazai’s many attempts to get under his skin. ‘Huhh!! What was that you walking waste of bandages!” Chuuya stomped over into Dazai’s space in a way that was meant to be intimidating, but of course to Dazai, wasn’t. He simply gave one of his infuriating bright but artificial smiles, further enraging Chuuya.

Chuuya’s face was flushed red with anger, his fingers twitching where his hands were in his pockets, itching to grab Dazai’s shirt front and drag him down to his level to yell at him properly. “You show up 30 minutes late, and the first thing you do is insult me! I should leave your lazy ass here and let your agency deal with the repercussions, this mission came from your side, not ours.”

Dazai grinned, his eyes sparkling the way they always did when he knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth would be enraging. “I know Chuuya’s brain is small to match his body, but surely even he knows that refusing to help is disobeying Mori’s orders.”

A distant part of Chuuya that hadn’t completely succumbed to irritation recognized that Dazai was being extra annoying today, he normally wasn’t quite as insufferable as to go for multiple height jokes in a row. But at this moment, he did not think too hard on this, could not, because all his energy was focused on being mad at Dazai, on doing something about the grin on his stupid smug face.

This time Chuuya did not hold himself back, his gloved hands pulling out of his pockets to fist in Dazai’s shirt front, dragging him closer to yell in his face, “Shut the fuck up about my height, bastard. It does get old. For someone so smart, you recycle a lot of the same old insults you know.”

Rather than try to escape Chuuya’s vice-like  grip, Dazai wrapped one bandaged hand around Chuuyas where it was still fisted in his shirt and leaned towards his ear. He lightly whispered, “If i'm so insufferable, then maybe Chuuya should put me in my place,” the warmth of Dazai’s breath on Chuuya’s skin making him shudder.

Dazai leaned back just enough to make eye contact, this close Chuuya could see flecks of varying shades of brown in his irises, and could see just how amused those eyes looked. He could also hear how Dazai’s breathing was slightly heavier than usual, Dazai leaned back just enough to look Chuuya in the eye and smirk.

Chuuya, exactly as Dazai had known he would do, fell for the very obvious bait. He used the grip he had on Dazai’s shirt to walk them the two steps over to the wall to forcefully push Dazai into it. Dazai's head bumped painfully into the wall, but he had no time to react before Chuuya’s lips were on his, taking advantage of his gasp of pain to lick roughly into his mouth. One hand unclenched from Dazai’s shirt and came up to tangle in his hair, tugging harshly to pull Dazai down to Chuuya’s level so he was no longer on his tiptoes. As always, Dazai got his way, and they were both about to be a lot later for their mission.

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[callsigns-haze]

Loves Revolution

Chapter 4

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw (as Micheal Collins) x Jake Seresin (as Harry Boland) x OC! Madison Cassidy

Summary: Bradley, Jake and Maddie have been friends for many years ongoing. Bradley from Cork and Jake and Madison from the troubled Dublin, have been close for life. Now fighting in the 1916 Easter rising and the ongoing history to the Treaty and the independence of Ireland their story lives on.

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, drinking, cursing, SMUT

You didn't want it to end this way, not now, not ever. De Valera decided to go to the United States of America to tell them about your troubles with the English and to get some sponsorship.

You always wanted to go to America, see the land everyone wished for but you were stuck in this shitty hole instead. You couldn't do anything about it, there was no proper escape and your only chance of going De Valera didn't choose you to be on his side. He chose Jake.

Which leads you to know. Both of you are standing on the train platform, have his arms wrapped around you as you pull him close. He pulls you on tighter than ever before, to take the moment and taste it. He wanted to capture the moment and save it.

He didn't want to leave you. Not now after everything that has happened. He told Bradley about the two of you, you and Jake established something between the two of you but this was his job. His job was to serve his country until Ireland was free again.

"Mads, I'll be back in no time," he whispers to you, kissing the top of your head as his pointer finger lifts your chin so his lips mix with yours. It was a sense of euphoria. Your final kiss until the future. You don't know how long he'll be gone so you take the moment to savour it.

"I got to go Mads. Bradley will take care of you. I'll be back to win this," one last kiss and you two part. One last kiss and he's gone.

You stand there for a moment, finally letting go. You couldn't stay here much longer, the plan is still on and people could easily recognise you for what you've done in the past.

You start to walk back to the entrance of the but you were getting stopped by two loyal Irish police officers. You try to avoid them but they catch you. One thing that Jake said before leaving was this. Bradley will take care of you.

"Hey lads, can't a man just say goodbye to his wife," Bradley comes and grabs you by the hip and tilts you into a kiss. His lips collide with yours aggressively and you can't fight him off you.

Once the guards walk away he lets you go and you look at him in fury. You were fuming. He just kissed you. He just broke your trust. "Bradley l, where in the hell you think you can treat me like that?!" You whisper shouted at him but he lays a finger on your lips and says.

"I promised Jake I'd take care of you and I just saved your ass."

It's been a months since Jake left. Apparently him and De Valera were making some progress in the United States but who knew. You responded against the English. Shooting in the streets, in their own homes, public meetings but they got you back.

They caught one of your men. You don't know where you don't know how but they were brutal. They tortured the young lad to death and then shot him. They tossed his body out of a moving vehicle on the streets and that was just the bare minimum.

They shot at a Gaelic game. They came in with their guns and artillery and shot at the crowd and players. Adults, kids, and players lost their lives that day. There was no hope, that's how it felt.

Every time you hit the English, they hit back harder.

You needed to relax. To take a break from the cruel reality you were stuck in, desperate to get out. You run yourself a bath and get one of your books.

You strip off your layers and hang the previously worn clothing on the small chair in your room, entering the bathroom already naked. You remove the top slip of that fluffy dress, removing the tip layer of the skirt.

You remove the button up top, undoing each of the black little buttons that go across the front. It leaves you to the white, puffy layer of your dress as you quickly remove it letting it pool around your feet.

You are left only in your undergarments and a light corset. You've always hated corsets but as much as they bring you discomfort they are useful in such situations and places. You undo ever ribbon the crisscrossed the back. You unpin your bra letting it down on the floor and remove your lace panties.

You slip into the warm water, lying on your stomach. It was hard to read this way but otherwise you wouldn't have got reading and instead you'd soak the book.

You let yourself soak. The water was just fine to soak away your deep thoughts. Ever since Jake left you and Bradley bonded in a weird way, you couldn't quite explain what it was but it was there. The warm water just helped you forget, it was a cleansing mechanism for this exact situation.

"Shit sorry," Bradley said entering the bathroom but you didn't even notice him come in until he let out the apology. You smile at him and sink a little bit lower to allow yourself to cover up even if it's in the slightest way.

"Don't worry about it. You don't have to leave," you let out, plumping your delicate lips, saying it with a slight plea. Bradley took a step forward and you gave him an approving nod and put your book down. You flipped from your stomach onto your back, exposing your tender breasts to the air and his view.

Your nipples were peaking. The warm water is not calming down the heat you feel since he's entered. You slightly push your hips upwards as you wave him over more and he takes another step and begins to strip.

He takes off his fancy trousers, undoing that top button and taking his time to undo the small zipper that was across his crotch. He started to undo the white, milky button top, going at every single button, as they undo in his fingers. He slips off his elegant suit jacket and it ends up on the floor. He kicks off his shoes and slips down his boxers, exposing his large cock that springs back onto his stomach and you lift yourself to give him room to slip behind you.

He takes the offer. Holding on tightly to each side of the bath, slipping in behind you until he got comfortable. Once he's settled you lower yourself against him, feeling his hard, rock on against your ass cheek. You lean back fully on him and Bradley begins to kiss your neck, bit by bit he covers your collar bone and neck in love marks and bites.

You let out groans and moans every once in a while and begin to slowly move your hips back and forth. Bradley is soo mesmerized in kissing your neck that barely notices when you ask him a question. "You sent out your men?"

He stops for a second, pulling off your neck as he looks at you as you turn your head to make eye contact with him. He looks you in the eye for a good two seconds then answers. "This time we strike harder, no matter what."

After that bath, things went dirty and unforgotten. Your wrapped in your towel as you sit down on your bed in the hotel as Bradley on has a towel wrapped around his waist as he peaks through the tiniest gap in the curtains that cover the windows.

The curtains block the view of one of the most modest streets of the city, hiding you away from the outside danger. "Bradley?" You ask. You need to know, and you needed the information now. You expected him to turn around and look at you but he was starting out the window at the streets and responded to you with a hum.

"How did we do?" You needed to know if any of your men where treated like trash like the previous one and the one previous that one and the one before them. You needed to know if you've sent out innocent boys to die again.

"Let's hope we hit harder."

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[fangsandfeels]

Oct 06 - Favorite Origins NPC

There are many notable NPCs to think of, so I'd rather make a list.

Duncan

Even though he gets killed very early in the game, he is the one who kicks the Warden's journey in motion. In many cases, he is the one saving their life. Of course, in Bernadette's case, she hated him for it. For using her life as a bargain, for dragging her away from her parents - not letting her either save them or die with them. For dying and leaving her in this mess. Naturally, as she progressed, she started understanding him better. Staying idle and counting on everyone's decency and loyalty to treaties would have resulted in Ferelden perishing long before the Fifth Blight. At the end of the day, Duncan did what he had to - and now she could see that it weighted on him heavily.

Loghain

Yes, Bernadette included him in her grudge, but personally I grew to like and respect his character. Especially, recently. Imagine spilling blood and fighting against an oppressive occupying empire who considers your people, your culture, and your traditions inferior. Imagine winning your freedom at a heavy cost and knowing there is a long, long way ahead of you -- to be acknowledged and recognized by other states.

Knowing, that you will be criticized, prodded for weakness, and still treated as a barely autonomous piece of land waiting for a "true strong ruler".

Imagine loving your homeland fiercely, because nobody in the world will love it and fight for it like you did. And then imagine seeing your new ruler acting all friendly with the very oppressive empire merely 30 years after getting free from its grasp.

As if there wasn't any occupation. As if it didn't oppress your people. As if it didn't kill, enslave and plunder. As if it doesn't still see you as inferior, an unruly vassal who needs to be returned under its rule. As if none of that ever happened and you should just smile and accept it, and spit on the graves of all the people killed by Orlesians.

Imagine seeing it all and knowing that decades of resistance and lives sacrificed would all be pissed on by one idiot handing Ferelden over on a silver platter.

Imagine feeling completely and utterly alone in your wish to protect your homeland, to keep it safe from its enemies - while everyone around seem to be either blind, stupid, crazy or both.

No, truly, I can't judge Loghain. He wasn't without his flaws but his goals were far from selfish and not without reason. Also, his hatred was not without reason.

And now, for my personal favorites:

Ash Warrior Leader

Listen, you can't make a faction of gruff berserkers who fight side by side with their battle hounds, and not expect me to be interested. Ash Warriors are fascinating, underexplored, and, sadly, will never be properly explored.

However, given that these mad lads allegedly survived battle under Ostagar and walked it off showed how badass they are and they will forever be relevant in my heart.

[cosmic-walkers]

I've just started watching the White Queen, while I like it, I do have opinions on Edward and Warwick's relationship. Basically, I can understand Edward marrying Elizabeth over Brona and I support that. But I also see why Warwick is mad at everything that happens after. Warwick is essentially attempting to keep the kingdom together, and he has been the one behind treaties and securing Edward's place on the throne. He fought with Edward with this idea that the two would work together but when Edward himself started to favor the Rivers family more - I can see why Warwick would be upset. Mainly, what I am speaking about is refusing to have his daughters married to Richard and Goerge - that made no sense to me, and then making a treaty with the Burgandy rather than the French. I do understand loyalty to the Rivers, especially since they are the royal family. But while I get the main idea was for Warwick to be seen as a scheming villain which...don't get me wrong, he was nasty for how he treated Elizabeth and what he did to her father and brother...I also feel that at a point, before he became power hungry, he was more concerned with keeping treaties and alliances rather than power. It's like he did at the end of the day just want to strengthen the kingdom and I feel Edward didn't get that.

This isn't to excuse the villain he became and his clear hatred toward Elizabeth, or the fact that he's a shit dad. I don't fault Elizabeth for not trusting him especially since she so many times attempted to extend the olive branch, and I do find her to be the ultimate victim to Edward's stupidity and Warwick's grasp for power.

[icgaminglogs]

Warden Cousland's War Journal

Chapter 8: The Golem of Honnleath

The Ashes worked! Arl Eamon’s illness is cured! I haven’t seen Alistair smile that widely since before Ostagar. The arl was, predictably, upset on hearing all that happened during his illness, but his people are safe, his son and wife alive and well...on the whole, things could have been a lot worse. Jowan, the mage, has been given over to the Circle. I argued for mercy, given the man has clearly tried to atone for his actions, and I suppose giving him to the Circle at least lets him live, but...something tells me it’s not quite the mercy it seems to be. I don’t envy his fate in their hands, blood mage or no.

The arl has also given us more of a direction to go in. With Loghain pushing Ferelden to the brink of civil war – the man’s named himself Queen Anora’s regent, Maker only knows why; the arl claims Loghain was never so power-mad as this – even if we do manage to enforce the Warden treaties we hold Ferelden will be lost. The country must be united to stand against the Blight. Unfortunately, that means either we agree to follow Loghain, or we put forth someone else as a candidate for the throne.

Which, unfortunately, means Alistair.

He’d told me of his parentage when we first arrived in Redcliffe, so as not to have me surprised by it. King Maric’s bastard son, Cailan’s half-brother...clearly he’s never even remotely considered the idea of taking the throne, and he’s none too pleased by the idea now. I can’t say I blame him, but what choice do we have right now? Neither one of us can stomach the idea of following the traitor who left Duncan and the king to die at Ostagar, and with the way Loghain has been ruling – the way he refuses to believe this is a true Blight – I don’t give a single fig for Ferelden’s chances under his rule.

Alistair could make a fine king given the chance, I think. He doesn’t think so, but he has such a dim view of himself as it is...it’s unfortunate, honestly. He’s a good man, with a good head on his shoulders. A better one than he gives himself credit for, I think. I’d follow him without hesitation if he chose to lead, and I think quite a few others would agree with me. Quite a few more than Alistair’s even aware of.

Regardless, nothing can be done until we have more allies. The arl has said he’ll call the Landsmeet when we’re ready. We’ve still the dwarves and the elves to speak to, and Orzammar’s closest, so we’ll start there, after stopping by Honnleath. I want to see if the golem this control rod belongs to truly exists.

********

Damned good thing we took the detour to Honnleath; the village was under darkspawn attack when we arrived. Fortunately most of the villagers made it to some kind of safety; the mage who owned the golem had a laboratory with a barrier ward set up where some of them found refuge. Good thing, too, since the command phrase the merchant gave me didn’t work on the golem. It was there, in the middle of the village; from what I could tell the villagers treated it like any other statue, dressing it up for various festivals. Seems a little stupid, but it didn’t hurt anything.

Apparently the mage here had family – nice to see celibacy isn’t actually enforced if you’re not actively in the Circle – and his son knew how to work the barrier ward. Knew about the golem, too, and didn’t seem at all happy I’d come calling for it. Apparently it killed his father and then just. Froze, the way we saw it in the village square. Still, he agreed to give us the real command phrase – the one his mother gave the merchant was fake – if we’d go make sure his daughter was safe. She panicked when the darkspawn attacked and fled deeper into the mage’s lab.

The girl was perfectly safe and healthy when we found her, though in danger of being posessed by a demon her grandfather had trapped in there. Getting rid of the foul thing was a pain, but worth it; the girl was returned to her father, and her father gave me the command phrase for the golem.

Whose name, as it turns out, is Shale. The thing has a wit so dry it scalds, and refers to pretty much everything as ‘it’, including me, but it seems reasonable enough. Good thing, since the control rod doesn’t do a damned thing. A free golem...it should be a terrifying thought, probably, but really I’m almost having to try not to laugh about it. I offered to simply let Shale go where it pleased – it? He? She? I really don’t know, I’ve never spoken to a golem before. Never even seen one, really – and it decided to tag along with us until something better came along, since we offer the chance to squash darkspawn. I’ll not say no to help like that. Besides, a golem might be good to have down in Orzammar. I don’t know much about dwarves, but a human with a golem at his side might not get completely ignored.

[iviarellereads]

The Shadow Rising, Chapter 21 - Into the Heart

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

(Dragon icon) In which, ah, yes, the prophecy debate again.

PERSPECTIVE: Moiraine watches the Tairen nobility filling the Heart of the Stone chamber. Only the High Lords have ever been allowed in here before, so it's a real uneasy treat for the lesser nobles. Rand is breaking customs, per the prophecies.

Moiraine is irritated at Lan's absence. She isn't quite jealous of Lan's relationship with Nynaeve, but for twenty years and some, he's been her sword arm, her shield, and her truest companion.

She's standing next to Egwene, and they discuss Rand, what he might be preparing to say here. Moiraine suggests Egg should persuade Rand to confide in her, but Egg knows it wouldn't work. After a side thought to El and Nyn, who are hopefully on the ship by now and will be able to confirm Mo’s suspicions about Windfinders,(1) Moiraine asks if Egg still intends to go into the Waste, and she does. Moiraine thinks Egg should be at the Tower, training, but maybe the Wise Ones really can teach her about Dreaming, and that would be pretty valuable too. Mo spends some time musing about the various plots between and against the various nobles.(2)

Mat is here, too, and Moiraine thinks he's an exhausting young man to keep track of. Egg wonders where Perrin is, but even Moiraine can't see him. They talk about Faile trying to convince Perrin to leave, and how she's good for him and cares for him deeply. Egg is a little naive about things, though, and Moiraine is about to tell her off when Rand arrives, carrying Callandor, tailed by Aiel in their black veils.

Rand announces that High Lord Sunamon has made a treaty with Mayene, so ships will be available to carry Tairen grain west, find new markets. But more than that, the armies of Tear are to march. The nobles all rejoice at this, chanting "Illian shall fall!" until Rand raises his hand for silence. He names seven High Lords, who Moiraine notes mentally were the remaining thrust against Rand's leadership, who will lead the armies north into Cairhien to assist in quelling the civil war.

Mo assumes this must be because of something Lanfear told Rand, but she can't figure out what it might have been. Rand continues on with a few other appointments and announcements, then says he's going away for a while. He says the Heart of the Stone held Callandor before he came, and the Stone should hold it until he returns, and he drives the sword into the ground with some weaving of Power that makes the Stone rumble.(3) He tells them to remember that he's coming back, and if anyone wants to replace him, all they have to do is pull it out. But, remember the price of failure.

With that, he marches out of the chamber. Moiraine and Egg run after him, intending to find out if he's truly gone mad. Rand is surprised that Egg didn't leave with Nyn and El, and asks why. Egg says she's going to study with the Wise Ones.

Mo asks why Rand did what he did, and he gives reasons for his actions with the High Lords, and as for Callandor, it's a weight off his shoulder. And, it was part of the Prophecies:

“Into the heart he thrusts his sword, into the heart, to hold their hearts. Who draws it out shall follow after, What hand can grasp that fearful blade?

Mo says he forgot that when he drew Callandor, he undid the protections that had stood on it for three thousand years. Any of the Forsaken could take it now. Rand says he half hopes one will try. He's put his own protection on it, a surprise if they use it outside of the Stone. She asks where he's going, then, and he says he's also going to Rhuidean. Moiraine says he's not a clan chief, his struggles are on this side of the Dragonwall. Is this because of his answers in the redstone doorframe? She told him those answers are cryptic, he could be misunderstanding them.

Rand says Moiraine has to trust him, as he's so often had to trust her. She can't read anything further in his face, but says she will trust him for now, but asks him not to wait until it's too late to seek her guidance. She swears in her thoughts that she will not let him go to the Shadow.

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(1) So, at least a few at the Tower suspect. (2) It's great stuff if you like political thrillers that may or may not ever come back to any given subplot. I recommend giving it a deep read and see if you can make sense of it and guess where any thread might go, in context of Rand's choices here as well. (3) The cause of the upset in the harbour, no doubt.

[histoirerose]

are conservatives on twitter rly crying over mount rushmore,,,, I fucking hate these people so much

[fangirlingpuggle]

Just the Primes swapping

Hey there!

Just Optimus swapping hummm

Well in the TFA verse it would be a big shock just Prime Optimus staring down at all these tiny autobots like '...why are all these sparklings fighting?' and all the Decepticons doing a double take

'PREPEARE TO DIE AUTOSCU.....what the fuck?'

Optimus is very confused but also...he is pissed. Seeing how the elite guard treat the bots below them is giving him council flashbacks and he's mad and then hears how all team prime were treated and how his self in this world was treated and he is pissed and THEN he finds out about Wasp and other shit the council has pulled and is like 'WELL LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO HAVE TO FORM A COUP' and just Optimus taking over the autobots (he goes form 0 to revolutionary mode very quickly)

He also starts working on a peace treaty for the Decepticons because this Megatron won't fight him or when he does he's not as...intense about as his Megatron (TFA Megatron is sulking because this isn't the little prime (he's still pretending he doesn’t remember his name) he wants to fight and beating this bot won't count)

Turns out a lot easier to work on peace when it's not your ex something on the other side of the war....he will never admit that to Ratchet though.

On the other side...TEAM PRIME ARE SUPER PROTECIVE OF THIS TINY OPTIMUS! Everyone is like we have only had this Optimus for a day and a half and if anything happens to him we will kill everyone in this room...

They're trying to work on the self-esteem (also making mental note on bots to punch in that world...they contact their Ultra Magnus and he's horrified)

Then Megatron gets in a hissy fit because Optimus had not been showing up fight him and he's getting angry...and somehow meets TFA Optimus...

TFA Optimus getting captured by the Decepticon and them also going full 'we have only had this Optimus for a day and a half and if anything happens to him we will kill everyone on this planet'

Everyone is working on Optimus's issues and he is so confused! Also he is having a crisis when he finds out about Megatron and Optimus's past in this world...Megatron is really confused

Megatron 'What do you mean we're not rivals?'

TFA Optimus 'No I...you don’t even remember my name!'

KnockOut '...'

Breakdown:'...'

Soundwave:'...'

Starscream:'...HE HAS NOT HAD ONE CONVERSATION WITH ANY BOT THAT DID SOMEHOW INVOLVE YOU FOR VORNS'

TFA Optimus:'Wha...I no seriously I mean I basically killed him once and he still doesn’t remember me'

Megatron:'You defeated me in combat?'

TFA Optimus:'I mean...sort of I think it was mostly Starscreams bomb'

Starscream: 'HA Victory'

KnockOut:'Wrong universe Starscream'

Starscream:'STILL COUNTING IT'

Most conversations end with Megatron looking at Optimus and being like 'how has that version of me not proposed to yet?'...Optimus is so confused.

[one-strugling-bean]

Random Thoughts on HTTYD RoB S1 (Ep14-20)

Ep14- Just made a headcanon: Bucket and that buddy of his that's always with him whose name I've forgotten are a couple

Whispering Deaths look so so different, and they're Boulder class?

"-he can't fly, remember?" "Aaaand, who's fault is that?" I hate myself for laughing at this, but yeah it happened - it's one heck of a low blow tho, bad Snotlout

Is the Whispering Death an ex of Toothless? No? Sorry, I'll stop

It saddens me how little character the twins have in this show..

"M- Ma- Maybe because he can't stand the pressure of everybody always expecting him to have the answers!!!" That is so freaking valid, he's right!! Everyone always relies on him to know everything about dragons - wasn't Hiccup supposed to be the specialist? Ask him

Nice to see the two nerds on their early days of "geeking out"

Snotlout considers Hiccup is arch-nemesis?? What da heck, child, what has your dad been telling you? Or what have you been telling yourself

Ep15- Meatlug and Fishlegs are probably the best functioning duo after Hiccup and Toothless

While I'm glad to see the twins saying more than a couple words this episode, it makes me sad they're treating Barf&Belch so bad... They're such a good dragon

We're finally meeting Dagur!! Yayyy, I've been waiting for him

Also, Snotlout admires Dagur? And Dagur is a bully, huh

Did Dagur have a braid in RttE? I'm almost sure he didn't

Barf&Belch are so freaking cute, really, they are

Gobber is the only one saving this peace treaty thing

Two heads, one for each chief - that actually would make sense :|

Snotlout is such a freaking nuisance, my god why do they all put up with him

He keeps on being an asshole, but the sheer extra-ness of his pose on the rock doesn't let me be too mad at him

Glad to see the twins worried about Barf&Belch but wish they had done it sooner..

Ep16- Cousins episode??? Yaaaaaaas please

Hiccup's little satisfied smile when Snotlout flew away was everything

Hookfang!!! Baby is gone, nouuuu

Also, Snotlout's voice cracking when he called out "Hooky? Fangster?" my heart broke

Snotlout is being difficult on purpose and I salute Hiccup for not having hit him yet

I swear, every single episode focusing on the cousins has at least one moment of emotional turmoil between the two

And during Snotlout's bohoo speech, I'm almost 100% sure that if Hiccup hadn't stopped him after Snotlout mentioned his pegleg, Snotlout would continue on, and reveal those are all things Spitelout now mentions to Snotlout, like "Ya see, Hiccup, Stoick's boy, defeated the Red Death! He even lost a leg - what prouder scar on a Viking than a missing limb! - meanwhile you just trail after him, can't even control your own dragon!!" or something like that, like what he does in "Not Lout"

Try to convince me I'm wrong, I dare you

Toothless and Snotlout having a bonding moment defeating enemies together is not something I thought I'd ever see, but I happily welcome it

Also, Snotlout being competent, yes, me like

"Look, Snotlout, I'm-" "Hungry, right?" "...heh, heh.. Yeah, exactly." "Me too." This little exchange was everything, what the heck, why have I never heard of this episode before??

Hiccup's little laugh was so soft, so precious, my god I love these two

This has been my fave episode so far, it was really sweet

Ep17- Snotlout and Hookfang in: sharing is caring💖 (about the salmon)

Of course everyone joined the party

"Hey, look!" "I can't see anything through the tears!" Tuff still has some of his good lines

Hiccup's mom?? We're mentioning Valka here? Wow, thought that was a taboo topic, like the Night Furies

I mean, not Valka, I don't think she existed until HTTYD2, but still, just Hiccup's mom is already a lot

Fishlegs is the only teen with common sense in this group

Ruff joining Astrid on hitting Tuff made me snort

"Put yourself in his shoes-" "Shoe." I shouldn't have laughed but that was just funny

"What if it were your mother?"....."I hate you." 2nd time I hear Snotlout delivering such a deadpan I hate you, and it's still funny (1st time was right in the beggining of rtte, btw)

The Smoke Breaths are kinda cute, ngl

"I knew he hated me!" Nah, Hookfang is just as emotionally constipated as you are, but he likes you a lot

Ya know, in retrospective, Snotlout and the twins were in the right abandoning Johann

She made him a dragon toy?? Is this foreshadowing that Hiccup's mom liked dragons??

Ep18- Fishlegs missing training not necessarily because he's afraid of Snotlout, but because he genuinely doesn't like violence nor Snotlout - flex

He's singing to Meatlug, again, my lord, these two are so sweet

But Fishlegs is a bit codependent, is no one gonna talk about that?

He's selling the fucking eggs......... Snotlout, why

Also, he bought a kid. And he's mentioned owning people before. What the fuck is up with Snotlout and human trafficking, seriously. I'm just wondering what this reflects on Spitelout... What has he been teaching his son??

Is this the episode? Is Fishlegs finally gonna punch Snotlout's face in the face?? Please???

Wow. He didn't even hit him. He didn't have to. Fishlegs is not afraid of Snotlout, not really. He just doesn't like him, nor violence, so he let's Snotlout do his pathetic little number, not really caring about it, because it's really not important to him. He's proud of himself, of his knowledge and intelligence and he's unafraid to show his sensitivity or be kind. Because he's confident and unafraid of being himself, despite what his bullies may say. Fishlegs is so freaking strong and I'm not talking about physical strength here (tho he is that too)

Fishlegs has a level of self-love and loyalty to himself that I can only dream of having

He's just.. so awesome

You know, normally, this type of episode would play out with the character that found the egg getting way over their head with the power that came with it, and abusing it in the worst ways possible, only realising the harm they've done right before its too late and fixing everything on the last minute, with the help of the people he hurt before, during their megalomaniac craze. That's exactly what I was expecting out of this episode.

But then, Fishlegs made the right decision right from the start, putting the egg back in its place, throwing my plot guess out the window. His kindness and sensitivity threw me in a loop, and my love for his character has just renewed here

And geez, he still felt responsible for the mess Snotlout caused!! And he even saved the day!! My boy Fishlegs is just amazing

I'm repeating myself aren't I?

Ep19 - Oh, we're allowed to talk about Night Furies after all? Something tells me we'll get nowhere with this, but sure

"Uh, dad, Gobber, other scary-looking vikings, I'd just like to say, in my own defense, that I cannot control Snotlout or the twins 24 hours a day!" pfff, poor Hiccup

An island of Night Furies...? That was Mildew, wasn't it?

"You're giving me, the twins?!" the sheer betrayal Snorlout had oozing from that sentence

To be fair, the twins did zero

The Changewing actually cozied up to Snotlout, aww

Astrid is too competent for this village, in this essay I will-

The island was a scheme, who woulda thought?? - ^ -

Mildew absolutely sucks and he's a disgusting human being and that's all I'm gonna comment on it

Ep20- Hiccup kidnapping no. 36

Also, Hiccup being a sassy little shit to his enemies part 124

Mildew is gonna betray Hiccup isn't he..?

Toothless doesn't even hurt his guards! He just strolls past them like a boss, casually slapping them with their tail as he goes - the sassyness is not just a Hiccup thing

Okay, maybe Mildew won't betray Hiccup, but I still don't like him!

"Weird" ....... "Getting weirder~!" Tuff's reactions are perfectly appropriate, and exactly like mine

Ahhhhh, of course it was just a trap!! Seriously, fuck that man

Cute ending tho, the rider's part

Alright, 1st season of RoB is done! Wohooo

I have some thoughts, like surprise that Dagur isn't the main villain yet, and a little disappointment that the riders aren't as entertaining as in RttE

But still, the show is fun and I still love this crew of idiots - happy to see what will come next

Bring it on Mildew!! >:pppp

(Have a diva! Snolout from ep15 for happy travels)

Byebyeee ^^

[rphelperblog]

Gossip Girl Rp Memes

[inspired by @heldheart​ ]

“I’m not a stop along the way. I’m a destination.”

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Hilary Clinton is one of my role models. I do not break treaties, you ass!”

“Can you make sure they don’t seat me behind Caroline Kennedy? She may be American royalty, but she’s a giraffe.”

“If you really want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Nate can’t wait to see you. Trust me, it’s like riding a very cute bike.”

“A hot lifeguard is like Kleenex — use once and throw away. You could ask for a better rebound!”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“He ended up treating me like something he owned instead of something he earned.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.” “Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“I need your photographic memory and your passion for social upheaval to help me write the book about the Upper East Side. The book I should have written from the beginning.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Do not knock The Sound of Music. It’s got guns and Nazis. And Julie Andrews is hot.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“People like me don’t write books. They’re written about.”

“We always knew it was one of us.”

“Life with you could never be boring.”

“Either switch that thing off or bring it to bed. Vibration is a terrible thing to waste.”

“Let’s catch up. Take our clothes off. Stare at each other.”

“I’m honored to be playing even a small role in your deflowering.”

“I’ll find another way to save my family legacy. One that doesn’t involve you.”

“Don’t mock the scarf. It’s my signature.”

"People Like Me Don't Write Books. They're Written About."

"Nothing Like A Scorned Lover To Scorch The Earth. I Can Hardly Wait."

"I'm Not A Stop Along The Way. I'm A Destination."

"Even If It's The Biggest Kamikaze Disaster Of My Life, It's My Disaster."

"I Didn't Come Back For You."

“Some Might Call This A Fustercluck. But On The Upper East Side, We Call It Sunday Afternoon.”

"Three Words. Eight Letters. Say It And I'm Yours."

"If You're Going To Be Sad, You Might As Well Be Sad In Paris."

"We're Sisters. You're My Family. What Is You Is Me. There's Nothing You Could Ever Say That Would Make Me Let Go."

"You Are No One Until You're Talked About"

"You Know You Love Me. XOXO, Gossip Girl."

“My impulsive tendencies have no place in my life as a legitimate businessman.”

"In Poland, we have a saying, 'Love is like head wound.' It make you dizzy, you think you die, but you recover. Usually."

"The money, the drugs, the privileges. They keep us numb so we don’t notice it’s better in the real world." 

"I hate that stupid headband."

"Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here." 

"Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they can settle for catfish."

"Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them."

"Here’s my advice: Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, a lot of mimosas."

"You’d really go out with some guy you don’t know?"

"So all my heartfelt attempts to save our friendship had no impact, but the aroma of cheese and dough turned you instantly sentimental?"

"Sometimes, you have to allow yourself to be weak in order to grow stronger." 

"What's the difference between gossip and scandal? So glad you asked. Anyone can commit a minor indiscretion and generate a day's worth of buzz, but in order for gossip to birth a true scandal, it requires the right person to be in the wrong place. Take one 'it' girl on a pedestal, add a crowd eager to see her fall, and give them the means to knock her down."

[cant-write-to-save-my-life]

AU and character character dump

weri just need a place to have this 

Backstory: 

This is WMMAP LPverse so here Athy died her tragic death at 18, Diana(in spirit), even though she REALLY wanted to just leave to just stop the torture of seeing her daughter get treated so horribly by the person she trusted to take care of her, she couldn’t for that same reason. 

So yeah, she was there when they killed Athy, and she was so fucking mad, but let it go when she saw Athys spirit/soul go to her after seeing her. They cried a little and hugged. After that they went to try and find Lily, but after spending days looking, they came to the conclusion that Lilys soul had already moved on. 

They were mad, but not at Lily, but at whatever it was that was keeping them from moving on. Realizing that being mad won’t do them any good, they decide to spend their time leisurely and not bother with anything other that getting to truly meet each other. 

The rest of their time the spend it happily, some bad news were that they were apparently bound to Claude so if he went to another empire they had to go with him begrudgingly, they weren’t repeating the horrible experience of feel like they were suffocating while they were dead.

But anyway, even though they had to follow him, that doesn’t mean they pay attention to whatever he’s doing, they may listen a little bit of whatever they were doing but it was always things without importance, there was one time when Athy thought she heard something to do with “broken treaty” and “marriage” but dismissed it as it being a problem from another country, she was more concentrated on trying to see all the tourist spots in the empire Claude was visiting. 

One day, mother and daughter where taking a peaceful walk around the gardens of one of the palaces when two maids passed by them saying something about “not a good heir” and “no child yet”. Both souls just shrugged them off, even if they were curious, because one of the perks of being dead is that time wasn’t important anymore, and if it was something to do with childbirth, that means that a reasonable amount of time had passed, right? 

In the end they just shrug it off and continue on with their day.

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One starry night, the palace grounds were specially silent, and along with that came a strange feeling for both trapped souls. They didn’t know why, but they felt the need to go to the Garnet Palace. on their way there, they saw some people in the dark running towards the palace too. Something was happening, and the more movements they saw in the dark, the more exited they got.

When they finally reached the Garnet Palace, the first thing they saw were the corpses of the guards by the main doors. Continuing on, it was surprising that there wasn’t a sea of blood, strange... unless every servant residing on the Imperial Grounds was in on the ploy. 

“ehehe” the giggle escaped the mouth of the former princess abruptly, spreading it to her mother, making her cover her mouth, trying to cover her sinister smile. 

“Come Athy, we most see how interesting things are~”

And thus they proceeded to continue on their way, later following the clear sounds of commotion. Finally arriving at what seem to be the epicenter of everything, they-

“Athanasia! Diana!” 

Shrugging off her shock, Diana looked in the direction that dreaded voice came from, while putting herself in front of a petrified Athanasia. There, behind Jennette, was what she could only think was the soul of Claude.

He had died. He had died and they still weren’t able to move on. 

What kind of sick joke was this.

“Diana!-”

“LEAVE ME ALONE- AH!”

The terrified shout from Jennette was a good distraction from Claude, and to remind her why both her and Athanasia went there in the first place. 

“Jennette de Alger Obelia, from this night onwards, all the citizens of Obelia will be freed from your reign of death, impoverishment and conflict!”

“OFF WITH HER HEAD!”

Held forcefully on the bloody ground laid a 35 year old Jennette, her face a mix of tears and snot, a far cry of her radiant self that Athanasia and Diana remembered her. 

“Princess Athanasia?”

Wiping her head, she saw Ijekiel Alpheus soul, along with Roger Alpheus and Rosaria Margarita. 

All of them dead. 

Dead.

“hehe”

“Prin-?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The crazed laughter that erupted from the former princess sent chills to nearly all the other souls in the room. Diana, meanwhile, was had her eyes set on Jennette. Realization flashing through her eyes, she turned to her daughter, and grabbing her arms said:

“It’s her”

 Athanasia looked at her, eyes dark and expression surprised. 

“If they kill her, we can finally move on!”

The deranged looks they gave each other made the others in the room to freeze. None of them had ever seen the looks mother and daughter were giving each other. It was truly a terrifying sight. 

And they continued to watch in horror as both of them went right beside the man who was to behead Jennette and look down at her expectantly. 

And right when Jennettes head got detached from her body, and after all of them saw her fake jeweled eyes turn murky green, Diana and Athanasia finally moved on.

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(gotta go fast now, the inspiration juice has ran out)

So Diana reincarnates on Teyvat, she remembers nothing of her first life and is just living happily and whatnot. She comes from a special tribe that has the power of weilding a special type of magic (to be disclosed) and that can also generate metal tentacles(?) from their body, the tips of the tentacles act like daggers that can also sweat poison, that depending on what the person feels like, its more or less mortal. 

Another key aspect of this tribe is that they have jeweled eyes, but unlike the Obelia family, the color changed, but the jeweled aspect remains, so Diana has fuchsia jeweled eyes. 

Smth happens and she ends up being the last of her tribe.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Meant To Be - Loki x Fem! Reader

Summary: Much to your displeasure, your parents have promised you away to the God of Mischief of all people.

Tags: Arranged Marriage AU, Light Elf! Reader

Warnings: Aside from Loki hating himself, nothing.

Words: 2878

I Masterlist I

A/N: Some good old-fashioned, ‘redeemed after The Avengers and the other movies didn’t happen’ Loki. Like, really cheesy, self-indulgent 2012 stuff. I just want to ignore all misery that happens in the series okay?

“Ew! Stop it!”

You were eight at the time when you and Loki first met, by means of negotiation between both your parents.

If only you knew that this encounter should be the first impression of what should be your husband in the near future...

Frigga and Odin could only plead for their son to be on his best behavior - but well, it’s the God of Mischief we’re talking about. Must be hard to inherit such a title from your very birth.

Just when you put the little bonquet of flowers he had picked up for you towards your face to admire it, several little spiders emerged from the blossoms.

“You’re no fun.” The raven-haired boy stood a safe distance away from you, arms crossed as his gleeful laughter turned into a broad sulk. "And your ears are weird.”

“I hate you!” you screeched in your childish rage, throwing the flowers to the ground and trampling onto them. “Where’s your brother? Thor is way nicer than you!”

“Well, why don’t you marry him then?!” he mocked to cover up his hurt pride, picking up a handful of dirt and throwing it in your direction. 

“I don’t need any friends anyway...” the little boy whispered to himself, running away from the scene with tears filling the corner of his eyes. 

“I don’t need anyone. I’m way better than all of them!”

Not even Frigga was fast enough to catch up with him, while Odin uttered some fake apologies to your parents, promising them that everything will go as planned.

You on the other hand were running towards your mother, tightly grabbing onto her dress. “He’s mean! I wanna go home!”

As Queen of the Light Elves, your mother was a being full of grace and composure - and you were hoping to one day become such a formidable person as well.

She bowed down to your height, petting your hair as you rubbed the mixture of tears and dirt from your cheeks. Just her bright smile alone would sometimes be enough to make you forget about your worries - but not today.

“My sweet child” she cooed, cradling you in her arms. “One day you’ll understand.”

However, this would be the last time you paid Asgard a visit - at least until now. Because no matter how deeply you wished to never meet him again, the words your mother spoke on that day haunted you all those years:

“For this is your duty as a princess.”

[Present Day - Asgard]

It felt so unreal when you stuck your head outside of the wooden carriage, the wind playing with your hair as your glare wandered over the rainbow bridge you were crossing.

Silence strained the air, your parents unable to do even so much as look into your eyes. Hel, how you wished this was only a dream.

Behind you was a whole company of Light Elves, transporting all of your belongings to what should be your homecountry from now on.

Now there was no way back, that much was sure.

You were supposed to meet your soon-to-be husband on that very same day, one day before your wedding to be precize.

One could only guess why you weren’t allowed to visit Asgard again for all those years, even though you were practically born just for this reason - for this person.

To become Loki’s bride was your involuntary purpose, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be truly free.

Maybe your parents thought the God of Mischief to have a bad influence on their growing daughter, pulling you into his harmless yet dishonorable schemes. Or they simply feared you to refuse marrying said man if you got to know him better, finding out just what kind of person you were promised to.

Not that your parents were pleased either...everyone in the Nine Realms knew the stories.

To Odin, there was no point in hiding the disgrace his adoptive son had brought over Asgard. Not only was he responsible for an attack on Midgard, sacrificing thousands of lives for his own sake, drunken by greed for power.

But all of you were shocked to hear that Loki Odinson - or rather Laufeyson - was never Asgardian to begin with.

A Frost Giant.

Among your kind, they were known to be one of the most terrible abominations in the nine realms, and murderer of countless of your kind - and this should be the father to your future children?

Only thinking about this cruel twist of fate made you want to vomit...

So why did you agree to proceed with the preparations as if nothing had happened? How in Alfheim’s name could you reject their offer to wed you to Thor instead of that lunatic?

Was it that through your upbringing and royal duties, you had lost your own free will? Or simply fear of stepping aside the path that everyone had prepared for you?

It was probably the fact that you didn’t want to get into true love’s way...you and Thor stayed in brief contact through Heimdall, and you just knew how much that human girl meant to him.

You were kinda jealous, though...the concept of being in love was foreign to you, having a vague idea of it from novels only. But real life just wasn’t meant to be that was, was it?

You couldn’t escape your fate, that was what it was - for this treaty would unite both kingdoms, bringing peace and wealth for all of their inhabitants.

No way you could be so selfish as to decline...even if it meant you had to suffer for the rest of your life.

“My Ladyship, we have arrived!” a guard spoke as he knocked on the carriage door, with your parents hinting that you needed to step out first.

The very same guard now yelled from the pit of his lungs, making you feel the whole Kingdom of Asgard could hear. “Now arriving: Lady Y/N Y/L/N, eldest Princess of Alfheim and heir to the throne.”

You heared the people whispering as you took your first, insecure steps, blinded by the bright daylight.

“She’s so pale, like ice” or “Why are her ears like that?” were rather nice comments compared to others plainly calling you ugly, scary or a ‘disgrace’.

Of course your Kingdoms had been in a war for several decades, but this was long in the past - before your very birth, even. So what’s the reason you should bear with such hostility in the place everyone expected you to call ‘home’ from now on?

One thing was clear from the very beginning: You would never belong here.

“May I?” a dark, husky voice interrupted your self-pitying. You blinked heavily, still trying to adjust to all those golden surroundings, until your blurry vision finally cleared up.

“C’mon.” The voice belonged to the man in front of you, looking gravely nervous with sweat dripping from his forehead. He was reaching out a hand for you to take, and you gladly accepted since you didn’t want to embarass yourself further by falling out of the carriage.

And still, you managed to somehow miss a step and fall right into his arms. “Oh my, so clumsy” the man snickered as he catched you, clearing his throat as you grabbed onto his chest to regain balance. "Not very graceful for someone of your status.”

“And you are-” The words got stuck in your throat when you stared back into those eyes, their emerald green awaking memories you’d rather forgotten entirely. “L-Loki!”

“Exactly, my dear. The one and only.” Smooth and calm, he  pecked a kiss on the back of your hand, andyou couldn’t help but admire just how well he had aged: His wild locks were combed back, sharp features complimenting his face as he tried his best to give you his most innocent smile.

Yet you kept your guard up, always expecting him to somehow embarass you just for the fun of it. “When it comes to him, always expect the unexpected” Thor once warned you, and you won’t forget about it that easily.

“It’s a pleasure finally meeting you” was your firm declaration, only to be rewarded with a scoff. “You are speaking to the God of Lies, Lady Y/N - there is no use in trying to deceive me” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver in unpleasant anticipation.

“Carry her belongings to my rooms” he dismissed the servants with a simple gesture of his hand, offering his other arm for you to cling on as he escorted you through the palace.

The giant halls were almost empty, nothing like back on Alfheim where you and your brethren would enjoy each other’s company in midst of nature. A sole tear escaped your eye when you thought back to those carefree days, which are now over.

“Are you alright, m’lady?” Much to your surprise, your fiancé sounded honestly concerned about your well-being. “If you are tired, we can postpone our tour of the palace until you’ve rested.”

 “May I speak from the heart?” You gulped after finishing that sentence, scaring yourself with all the stories you’ve heared about this mad troublemaker.

Somehow you had the feeling that if you were to overstep your boundaries with that brute, it would have consequences beyond your imagination. He might seem generous and polite right this moment, but what would someone like him do if you enrage him? Countless images were circling in your head, one worse than the other.

Loki furrowed his brows, exhalinge deeply. For him, your expression was an open book to what you were thinking right now.

“Y/N, my dear Lady, if you want it or not: Starting tomorrow, we share a bond. I am deeply sorry that a veritable flower as you are had to end up with someone like me, but I promise to treat you as well as possible.”

Turning around so you’d not detect how it hurt him to speak from the heart, he added with a shaky voice “Yet there is no reason for you to hold back your hatred for me. No harm will come your way, I swear upon the little honor I have left.”

Even though his words made you feel a deep sympathy with the god, you weren’t quite sure if you could decipher truth or deceit in them. Maybe he just wanted to lure you into saying what you truly thought of him?

He’s right - you will have to spend the rest of your life with him, so don’t mess this up from the very start!

“I-I don’t hate you!” was the first thing you blurted out, grabbing onto his cloak. Loki turned around, rising his eyebrow as he scanned your face for any hint of a lie.

Althrough it was the truth, at least to a certain extend. You’ve seen each other only once, when you were still little. The rest is all tales and rumours, but you personally don’t have a reason to despise him.

There was no way you could promise to accept his past or heritage, let alone forgive him - yet as long as he’d treat you with respect, you’d return the favour.

“T-There’s just a question on my mind this whole time...aren’t you mad? I-I mean someone like- well...like you...” you gestured around awkardly, almost making him crack a smile. “I mean...I thought you wouldn’t let your parents dictate your life.”

Another deep sigh escaping his mouth, this times with his eyes closed. “This isn’t about Asgard or my adoptive parents. I choose my own path.”

Suddenly, Loki wrapped one arm around you, flicking his fingers with the free one.

“Hold onto me” he ordered indifferent as he casted his spell, teleporting both of you away before you could even comprehend, let alone ask him what he was doing.

It happened in the fraction of a second, yet felt like hovering through an empty space for an eternity.

“Now open your eyes.” You hadn’t even realized that you squeezed them shut during the shift, slowly opening them while Loki lifted your chin with his index finger.

The environment was magnificent. Had you ever seen something this beautiful in your whole life?

Obviously you had no clue where you were, but this was the first time seeing so much untouched nature on Asgard. There were flowers blooming in all colours imagineable, clear rivers crossing the lands in between grassy hills, and animals nearby a small forrest.

“It’s not like I didn’t educate myself about the Light Elves and their way of living” Loki stammered, unconsciously intertwining your fingers with yours as he watched you admiring the view. “So I could make you comfortable here, I mean.”

He plummeted down on the grass, still a little wet from the morning dew, and gestured for you to do the same. It was weird, actually, but also somehow adorable - how the infamous ‘Silver Tongue’ had lost his ability with words. “I’ve done very little right in my life full of wrongs. Hurt a lot of people.”

“Mmmhh” you hummed approvingly, not knowing what else to say - yet for some reason, you didn’t let go off of his hand, squeezing it ever so slightly.

“And even though I can’t possibly redeem myself, I wish to change for the better.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “I just never knew how to start.”

Loki Odinson really was full of surprises. He was nothing like the child you’ve met long ago, and the complete opposite of what you imagined the ‘God of Mischief’ to be.

You had expected a power-hungry, selfish and cruel man to wed you - and yet there he was: Insecure and broken, only a shell of the person he once was.

Just what had you missed all those years? What things happened to break someone’s will like this?

And was he truly beyond repair?

“Those past weeks, I have visited Alfheim more times than you could comprehend” he giggled nervously, avoiding your eyes. “Concealed, of course.”

Well, that sounded kind of weird, but you knew better than to talk someone down who was just opening up to you. So your sole answer was “What for?”

“There was no way a criminal like me would still be seemed fit for this ceremony - and yet I was given this chance anyway. My mother told me that it was you who insisted on carrying on the arrangement, so...I just wanted to know what person would be willingly ruin their life.”

Something different was shining through the god’s orbs, and you couldn’t quite decipher it. Was it hope? Hope, that if you had given him a chance, his life could lead into a different direction? To change himself from the burden that was his birth title?

“I-I guess I don’t want to mess this up like I always do” he whimpered barely audible, before staring at you in shock and embarassment. Until now, he hadn’t realized just how vulnerable he made himself.

Just what the hell would you think about him now? You probably had lost any respect, or thought himself to be crazy. How weak...

So he was quick to put on the confident facade again, wearing his smug grin as if that all was just part of a big joke only he’d understand. But even though you barely knew him, he couldn’t fool you.

“Sometimes it’s enough just to try.” Your head turned from the sight of nature to your fiancé and back several times, before you brought up the courage and put a hand on his shoulder, whispering “So you can’t really mess this up.”

“Gladly you don’t seem to know yet just how much misery I cause.” He kept that thought to himself, to not scare you away.

“I am aware that you could never love someone like me, Y/N. But I can provide for you, dedicate myself to making you content with being my wife. My newfound purpose.”

The purpose of a war criminal - that sure put yourself under a lot of pressure. And still, it made you somewhat proud, and grateful as well. Because it was the first time someone valued you as a person, and not the princess of Alfheim.

Unaware of how much time had passed, both of you would get used to each other’s presence in silence, enjoying the nature while you processed this eventful day.

Exhausted from the long travel and all that rollercoaster of emotion, you soon found yourself dazzling into sleep onto Loki’s shoulder. If only you could see him adore you, staring in awe that someone could actually feel so safe in his presence.

Carefully, the god picked you up, gently lifting you on his arms to make your way back to the palace, where everyone was frantically searching for both of you. Well, Loki was used to trouble -  but right now, it was worth it.

May it be right or wrong, and even though you couldn’t explain this sentiment, you had a good feeling when it came to the things that were just about to come.

“You won’t regret your decision, Y/N Y/L/N. On my side, I assure you a bright future.”