#c : Queen duck ( ? )

[houseofmouselove100]

Goofy decides to ask if they have seen any costumed villains but to no avail.

Goofy didn't know

that the evil queen was dressed as an old woman

Ursula was Vanessa

Pain and panic being the children who deceived Hercules

Everyone was seen accusing and arguing so the best solution was to lock up all the villains but after a small blackout the villains were disappeared.

[multeasers]

@fallesto said : The Queen was petrified. She feared she had been poisoned by her own attendant. Cursed with the form of a bird by little more than a peasant. Her expressionless face twisted into a look of fear and concern. The cool monarch lost her composure and tried to climb out from wireframe bustle. She kicked her feet wildly but they no longer reached the grass of the gardens. Her feet flattened and merged into three webbed toes. Her feet and then legs turned orange and scaly, shrinking to a much smaller size. Her pert rose lips stiffened, forming a wedge-shaped beak that matched her little orange legs. Her diminishing body became bulky and rounded. She felt hunched forward with her bottom in the air. Her hinds most distinguishing feature was no longer two prominent round cheeks but a short tufted tail. Her arms had turned to wings and she flapped them wildly finally freeing herself from the prison of her on wire bustle and clothing. As if on cue, the wire reddened with rust and the flaky metal cracked before the structure crumbled into dust. A curse! How could someone do this to her Queen? The bird Queen frantically waddled away, as fast as her little legs could carry her, from the sight of the curse.

Squack quack quack! The bird Queen flapped its wings excitedly while she plodded along. Her cries for guards went ignored, loyal soldiers hearing only the incessant quacking of a duck. The Queen, in her panic, had waddled straight toward one of the gardens many ponds though it wasn’t entirely her fault, the garden was just so much larger now she was several feet shorter, it made it difficult for her to navigate now she could no longer see over the hedges and rose bushes. When she reached the waters edge, morbid curiosity got the better of her and she peered into the pond at her new form. Dark beady eyes that lacked all intelligence stared back at her. She was a goose. Not an elegant swan like in the fairy tales. A common goose. The goose honked and hollered, appalled by what she was seeing. Gone were her crystal irises that enchanted men at court. Her lovely face was no more. In place of her gently sloping nose and kissable lips was a great honking duck bill. As the new goose, kicked up a fuss, the former Queen quacked and honked. She could hear that only goose noises were coming from her duckbilled mouth but still she tried to speak. // unprompted

Call her stupid for trying to sneak onto a castle’s grounds in search of something to run away with, but she’s never been one to not try something once. Her sticky fingers have prodded the pockets of everyone from common street rabble (as she’s so commonly called herself) to rich assholes who wanna idle in a town’s marketplace for a bit too long, so what was dipping her hands in a place gonna do? So long as she was quiet and quick, nobody would even find her. She’s also no stranger to blending into a background, so she’d be fine.

...but damn if there isn’t a really loud duck goin’ around!

Just my luck! Ducking behind a tree to keep herself out of sight, she watches, irritation and curiousity equal to each other, as a small figure waddles its way over to the pond she’d been about to pass herself. But oh, wait a sec, it’s not a duck that’s trying to wake the whole palace, it’s a goose. Realizing that...really doesn’t change much.

Duck or goose, whichever it is, what the hell’s it doing makin’ such a racket? She hadn’t been able to venture beyond the garden—or maybe just this garden, didn’t castles have a ton of’em?—just yet, so she hadn’t seen a whole lot of anything, but could this goose have escaped from some cushy little house it probably stayed in? It surely had to be a pet to some noble or whoever, if it was already in the garden itself.

Still, something about this goose is—strange. It looks agitated, upset, with the way it catches its own reflection; and even with as much noise as it’s making, there’s no tell-tale sign of it being followed. Shouldn’t there be someone around this place to keep trouble out? A-Qing would figure a lost goose would qualify, but if it doesn’t, then...

There’s options, she knows there’s options, but she isn’t sure which one would be best: She could come out and try to calm the little guy down, but it could also get louder and really make someone take in interest in them, which would be a no-go. She is not gonna get caught just because some bird can’t shut up! But, at the same time, if she doesn’t come out from her hiding spot, she could be found anyway and still manage to kick up a fuss! Ugh, why did such bad things have to happen to good little girls like her...?

Of course, there was the unlikely outcome of her coming out from hiding and managing to calm it down, but what came after that? She couldn’t just walk up the front steps of this place and say ‘Hey, I think I found one of your geese’; for starters, she’d have to explain how she found it—fairly simple all things considered, it’s not like the goose itself could talk for her, it’d just be annoying to have to do at all—but then she’d be surrounded by who knows how many randos in a place she has no business being in. That could make stealing from inside the castle easier, sure, but she’d rather not have anyone being able to remember her face...

It sounds so stressed out, though; she’s never really been up in front of a goose before, but she’s seen a few around in her time, and those instances had ranged from the geese being calm to being upset with anyone trying to come near them. This one here reminds her of those, and that just seemed so sad. Maybe this castle’s staff didn’t know how to take care of an animal, and if that was the case, then the rotten bastards didn’t deserve it! She’d have to be its saviour!!

With a determination far beyond what she’d had just a few moments ago—Who the hell would hurt such an animal?!—but with the caution she had been using the entire time, A-Qing makes her way out into the open. She doesn’t wanna startle the bird any more than it is already, but on the off-chance that her hearing has betrayed her, she also doesn’t want to alert anyone who could be around the garden.

“Hey—hey.” Her whisper is sharp, but not a jab—she just wants to get its attention. “Little guy, little bird, you’ve gotta quiet down! I’ll help ya if ya do!”

[frost-queen]

Tempting fate // part 3 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Penelope tries her effort into turning Colin's eye to her. Realization hits you as you have a hunch of who the writer of Lady Whistledown is. Bad blood brewing between sisters.  [ part 1 & part 2 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 & part 8 & part 9 & part 10]

You had excused yourself from Colin, heading back inside. Where the warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. The loud muttering deafening out your clear hearing. A pair of dancers almost knocked you over when you rushed by. Coming to the window, where you had spotted your sister, she was gone. The spot empty. Looking around suspiciously, you wanted to know where she had gone too. Some bystanders glanced your way, whispering as you ignored them.

You could care less about them. Getting on the tips of your toes, you tried to overlook a few high heads. With your sister’s new wardrobe it wasn’t easy to spot her. Her bright colours exchanged for more plain colours. Blending more easily with the others. Turning your head, your eyes widened brief seeing that Colin had returned inside.

Looking searchingly around as well. You dropped your feet flat on the ground, lowering in height. Ducking a bit, you didn’t want Colin to find you. Some lords pulled their noses up at your curious and suspicious behaviour. Finding your way to the crowd lowered as if you were looking for a lost earing.

Lifting your head a bit, you came in contact with Benedict Bridgerton. He sat down, mouth half stuffed with a sweet, the half bitten part in his hand. You smiled sheepishly at him. Benedict moved his free hand to the side, pointing. You followed his point seeing him point at your mama. You thanked him with a nervous smile.

Straightening your back a bit, you walked off casually. Benedict quirking his eyebrow up at your strange, but funny acting. You pretended to make your way over to mama, till you hopped aside, disappearing into the crowd. Where ever could she be? Looking left and right. Then your eyes locked. Pinpointing her.

She stood by the walls, her dance card dangling down her wrist. Her gaze was focused elsewhere. Not far from her stood a group of ladies. Chattering away. Your sister tilting her head a bit, as if being able to hear better. Her expression emotionless. Silently you made a big turn around to reach her out of surprise.

You reached the walls, practically glueing yourself to it. Your reputation was already ruined by gossip, so you could care less for your mischievous acts. Quietly you approached her. Coming to stand beside till she noticed the company that had joined her. She glanced at you. – “Are you not dancing sister?” – you asked gesturing at the dancers. Penelope kept looking in front of her. – “I am trying not to draw any attention to myself.” – she replied. – “I saw you with Colin earlier.” – she added leaning a bit to you.

You clasped your hands together below, leaning a bit forwards. – “What a keen observation sister.” – you answered with a hint of sarcasm. You caught her looking, smiling intentionally at her. Penelope smiled back at you. In silence you both stood, looking away from each other. For the first time in forever it felt awkward standing with your sister. As if being near a stranger. You became aware of some curious eyes once more.

Seeing their heads come together to whisper and gossip. Ladies and lords probably discussing your purity. It hurt. Seeing the entire ton be against you, but perhaps you deserved it. After all you did kiss Colin. Not your intended, not your fiancé and certainly not your husband. Despite all the lies and the hurt, a part of you deserved it. Deserved to be judged like that.

“Best not to draw attention to yourself.” – Penelope spoke softly. It made you widen your eyes at her. Turning around, you left feeling already judged too much. You returned to mama, waiting there till the dreadful ball was over. The carriage ride back home was horrible. Your mother sighing loud as she undid one of her pins from her hair. – “This is a nightmare.” – she called out.

“I’ll have to marry my daughters off to farmers at the rate of this. Congratulations daughters, you better get used to the life of work.” – she said sarcastic. Phillipa busted out in tears, leaning her head against Prudence’s shoulder. She sighed again. – “I had such high hopes for you Y/n. Guess I overrated you.” – she turned to look outside.

Her comment made you lower your head, letting your hands slip in the folds of your skirt. The carriage hobbled on the cobble stone as it rode into your street. Mama got out first, your sisters following. You got out last, feeling miserable as hell. You immediately went to your room, crying on your bed.

Penelope lifted her head up as the door to the Parlor opened. Colin Bridgerton entering. – “Colin.” – Penelope spoke getting up. Colin bowed to her, before approaching him. – “To what do we owe the pleasure?” – she let out with curiosity. –“Are… are you here alone?” – he asked. Penelope let out a soft ‘yes’. – “Would you like some tea?” – she offered, gesturing at the small table. Colin nodded. Penelope poured him some tea, handing him the cup.

Colin took a sip as Penelope was staring at him. It made Colin furrow his brows. – “What is it Pen?” – he asked almost humorously. – “Nothing.” – she responded mesmerized back.  It made Colin set the cup down with a sheepish chuckle. – “It is just…” – she started catching his attention. – “Your eyes…” – she began. – “A remarkable shade of blue.” – Gazing wondrously at him.

Colin stared back at her, caught up in her words. The front door opened as you entered alone. You walked past the Parlor, hearing your sister’s voice. – “and yet somehow they shine even brighter when you are kind.” – you heard her speak. Curious as to who your sister was speaking, you cautiously opened the door a smidge. Enough for you to look into the room, with one eye. Your eyes widening seeing her stand with Colin Bridgerton.

Colin cleared his throat, drinking his tea as if parched. You backed away from the door in stunned. Slowly figuring it out, you made your way over to the stairs. Stomping loudly as your presence was known now. Penelope turned around in shock. Colin with a quizzable brow. He moved forward, thinking perhaps an intruder had come to the house. Penelope’s eyes shifting thoughtfully, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Upstairs you rushed to your sister’s room. Swinging the door open as you didn’t bother to close it. Immediately you went towards her desk. Pulling the drawers open. Searching vigorously through the papers. Some flew out of the drawer from your force. On her desk stood a little box as you opened it, ruffling with your hand in it. Nothing. You went towards her dresser, searching through her clothing.

Nothing. The covers got pulled back from her bed. Nothing, not even under the bed. For a moment, you felt impatient. Biting your finger a bit. Till your eyes fell upon something else. You crossed the room, hearing a plank creek. It made you pause. Putting more pressure on it, to hear the difference. It creaked more.

Kneeling down you let your fingers brush over the wooden edges. Till you felt that you could lift the plank a bit up. Eyes widening, you pulled the plank up. Almost aggressively you forced your hands down to the wooden box and papers. Reading head line after head line. Dearest gentile reader. Dearest gentile reader. Dearest gentile reader. Throwing a few pages around you, you couldn’t stop reading them. All editions of Lady Whistledown you had read before.

The realization hitting you. The one who wrote such filth about you, was closer than you thought. Your own dearest sister. Quiet wallflower Penelope Featherington. Shy as a mouse, but loud with a mighty pen. In shock, you got up, holding numerous pages of filth. There were rushed footsteps on the stairs. Penelope barging into the room as she bumped against the doorframe, panting.

Her eyes widened at the sight of you with her papers. You slowly looked up to her, holding the numerous papers up. – “You… you did this…” – you said still trying to process your discovery. – “I can explain.” – she started coming closer.  – “Filth after filth!” – You started throwing pages at her. Penelope got started as some pages flew against her.

“You wrote about me!” – you screamed out throwing the last of pages at her. Bending down, you picked up a few more. – “Does this satisfy you sister!” – waving the pages at her. – “I saw you with Colin!” – Penelope called out full of emotion. It made you throw the pages at her out of anger. – “So you decided to write lies about me!” – you yelled at her. – “You know I like Colin!” – Penelope answered justifying her acts. It made you scream in agony. – “If you just stayed away from him, I wouldn’t have to write about you!” – Penelope made clear.

Pacing around, you felt yourself get emotional. Lip trembling as you tried your best not to cry. – “You are the devil!” – you cried out with tears in your eyes. Penelope swallowed, finally cracking to her own emotions. – “It was only meant to teach you a lesson.” – she said. – “Is that what you were doing?!” – you shouted at her. – “By writing about me in your latest sheet! By telling the entire world about things I entrusted you with?” – you finished with anger.

“It was the only way I could convince you to leave Colin alone.” – she responded with emotion in her voice.  You took a step forward to her, wiping your cheek clean. Your expression turning cold. – “The only person you were interested in glorifying was yourself!”

Penelope briefly looked away. – “I do not even know you.” – you said to her taking a step back from her. You turned away from her, wiping more tears away that kept coming. Penelope’s expression changed with anger. – “All you ever do is talk about your sisters!” – Penelope called out in frustration. – “You’ve all these dreams and ambitions, but I am the one who did something great, and you cannot stand it!” – She yelled out.

You returned to your sister, inhaling deep. – “I wish to never see or speak to you again.” – you told her coldly. You went towards the door till you stopped, finger thoughtfully against your lips. – “I wouldn’t put your hopes on Colin, Pen.” – you said to her. – “He’s not interested in you.” – you let her know, wanting to have the final blow.

Your words cut like a knife through her heart, making her gasp soft. You left her room, crying your eyes out. Penelope grabbed a pillow and threw it in agony at the wall. Rushing down the stairs, you didn’t expect Colin to still be here. – “Y/n?” – he said with concern at the foot of the stairs. With a trembling lip, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him.

Colin got startled for a second. – “What is wrong Y/n?” – he asked, moving his arms around you. You only wrapped your arms tighter around him, wanting him to comfort you. Colin hugged you better, stroking your back. Penelope had come into sight, standing at the railing of the stairway, looking down at Colin and you. You curled up a smile, knowing your sister was watching.

You moved a bit back in the hug as Colin saw the tears on your face. He touched your chin, concerned for you. – “What happened Y/n? Who hurt you?” – he wanted to know. You simply turned your head, looking at your sister up on the second floor. Colin looked past you to her as well. Penelope gripped onto the railing, staring bitter down. – “Pen?” – Colin asked you confused.

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[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 1: FIONNA CAMPBELL

Here's a bunch of stuff I spotted. Feel free to add more.

During the anime girl hero dream Fionna mentions Hans Brinker, a character from a novel which introduced speed skating to the United States.

The BMO style alarm clock has BMO's voice.

The ducks that steal Marshall Lee's money look like one-headed versions of the two-headed duck from the original Adventure Time title sequence.

Cheers is a real sitcom. Simon previously sang its theme song in the episode Simon & Marcy, and now it seems to have manifested in the human AU due to his connection with it.

Fionna says "stop acting crazy" to Cake with the same meter as Marceline said "stop acting crazy" to Ice King in the episode I Remember You.

We all spotted this in the trailer but there's a Magic Man hat in this shot. Magic Man's hat was most recently seen being worn by Betty.

The Betty statue also suggests that Simon's psyche has significant influence over this world. The fountain includes frogs, a symbol of change that was previously also used in Temple of Mars. And Fionna mentions the statue underwent renovation twelve years ago, which is the same amount of time that's passed in the prime universe since Betty's amalgamation with GOLB.

It would seem Mrs. Abadeer runs a vacuum cleaner company as well as being Fionna's landlady. And Queenie runs an accounting business as well as the tour bus.

The stickers on Marshall Lee's guitar case are all references to real life punk rock bands. X-Ray Pex = X-Ray Spex, Daikini Kill = Bikini Kill, PM might be a reference to AM as in the Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure what Las Crudas and Dark Eyes are references to. Perhaps someone more familiar with punk rock can let me know?

In case you were wondering, the credits confirm that this is human genderswapped Fern. It's a bit more obvious now that we can see all her green clothes and backpack, and given what she said about her dreams being super messed up. I'm not gonna go through the rest of the cameo characters in this episode because most of them are pretty obvious or already got figured out when the trailer dropped. That said, if anyone knows who the bus driver is meant to be please let me know.

The sword in the window of this games shop looks very similar to Fionna's sword from the original comic series.

The latte that Gumball - ahem I mean Gary - makes in this scene features PB's swan.

Okay one more cameo mention because I feel like it might become significant later. This is Ice Queen.

Fionna and Cake are dreaming about their apartment block in the credits of this episode, but it has a roof like the Tree Fort and the same little boat with a telescope and parasol.

Episode 2 to follow!

[pensbridge]

1 thing that the Bridgerton siblings all have in common is that they are going to act in the most innane, chaotic, borderline animalistic of ways.

Anthony: speed runs toward Daphne and Simon without thought to pry them off from fucking in the garden only followed by bitch punching Simon square in the face; schemes to find the "perfect" wife (one who fits his checklist) to only later realize he feels for her sister....but doesn't stop there, and continues his plan as if he doesn't realize that his perfect wife is actually right there, therefore he should not have to attempt to marry the other in his escape that can only be described as a self-destruct endeavor to not accept happiness; ruins the plan AT the wedding; also smells his future wife as she passes (and gets caught); the gazebo..nuff said

Benedict: is generally a little shit (see him at dinner tables, in large gatherings, and just around his siblings); criticized an artist in front of their own work. he wasn't aware, which just adds to the chaos. walks into spaces without a clue to what is going on before him (i repeat: criticizing the artist's painting; also his chaotic arrivals at sibling councils calling for immediate action); in an ongoing frustration over his artistic expression that is meant to be expression of his feelings; proceeded to get high and took the whole bottle of substances; almost jumped out of a window fr

Colin: proposes to a woman he barely knows in a mad dash impulsive instinct that evades kissing her; walks out from the dinner with his fiancé without notice on the sole basis that he does not want to hear his future in-law sing badly. yes she is indeed terrible, fyi. failed engagement -> impulse flee from the country; ahh (sigh) he is feeding the ducks; loudly proclaims his "mis-affections" for a woman who is actually his future wife, then lends himself to help her find a husband like he doesn't see the big yellow sign flashing to reveal himself as the spouse in question

Daphne: is ½ of the couple about to desperately fuck in the garden; previously was involved in a scheme to fool the people of their surroundings that she was on her way towards marriage; ran away from a prince who was about to propose to her. I understand, but we are in dire, desperate times here. fell for the garden-fuck buddy, and became obligated to marry him, but he doesn't want kids oh no.........married him; in the "I know something my brother's fiancé doesn't know" club of 3 (peace-out, staying out of the drama; c u @ the wedding)

Eloise: trots into a room full of her mother and siblings LOUDLY inquiring how a lady becomes pregnant; accuses a maid of writing a gossip column as if she does have much time on her hands to observe and overhear the secrets of those in her surroundings, and further write about it with an internal sassy voice like she doesn't have chores and duties to tend to everyday to survive; does everything in her power to avoid men, marriage, and anything to do with the opposite sex... except one (which is scandalous no matter how cute/innocent). tears apart her bff's room in haste after the shock effect of Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen

Bonus) 'Mother' Bridgerton: nearly asked a servant to lie on her in need for her "garden" to be tended to

Here's some more events from Season 3 that is added on to Bridgerdums malfunctioning:

Benedict: insults someone again/talks without thinking; generally has no idea what's going on; shit's (ship's) going on right in front of his eyes and he has no idea (tbh this is everything that I expected from him and this is EVERYTHING (he's chilling); so obvious trying to escape the desper-taunt; sooooo obvious trying to chat it up with L.D./Aggie Danbury, my girl

Colin: where do I start...playing 'Where's Waldo' with his bff for half an episode; LYING LIAR WHO LIES, 17 cities...you went to 17 cities?! (i'm just shocked); perhaps we should go somewhere more private??? /rushes to apologize with full sentimental remarks (good); rushes to offer the help as previously mentioned; kisses his best friend to help her out it's only fair; "OF COURSE!"...back on the hunt for pretty bff; *ooh watching bff eat a pastry, malfunction ahh* -> buys the pastry; the entirrreee hot air balloon scene (he waits, he rushes...he's definitely a fight mode with mental gymnastics flight in the lead up); can't speak in the middle of a ball; downbadism yellow sheet drop; crashes a proposal, cuts in the dance, literally so obvious, *angry* "perhaps that is for the best"; chases down a carriage ON FOOT; the (in)FAMOUS carriage; chaotic proposal

Eloise: she hates socializing with men and she's gonna shout it; cracking jokes with The Plastics; oops loud queen...let the cat out of the bag; /forever the accuser (now w/Cressida, former queen of The Plastics); she HATES society, guys, I don't think you understand; "MY BROTHER?!???" x2 (3x04 deleted scene + 3x05 tick tock Lady Featheringdown)

Francesca: the most sane, but living up to her name; dun dun dun piano; introvert escape room expert; finds a man without talking to him; rushes out of the new boyfriend hang to play her piano

Gregory: fell and broke his arm being nosy AND faaaaaailedddd; dummy was just fascinated by a balloon

Hyacinth: she's gonna be trouble, we just know, ok/always always always right

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【 don't be afraid to get close 】

prompt #1: He had them against the wall but now he can’t stop looking at their mouth… (ft. jamil viper + riddle rosehearts)

gn! prefect (you/yours), drabbles, word count: 737 words

a/n: i said i'd delete requests, but i figured out that writing them out as hcs was a lot faster aND more fun for me. so. the rest of my 600 followers event fics will be in hc format >:DD had lots of fun writing for mr rosehearts and mr viper, so enjoy

Riddle Rosehearts

The one thing that peeved Riddle more than anything was when a uniform was worn incorrectly. So when he saw you walking around the halls with a loosened tie of all things, he knew he had to intervene.

"Prefect?" You looked at him with a slight smile. "Could you come with me for a minute?" You followed him easily to a more secluded part of the hallway, where Riddle could finally grab at your very loose tie.

"Prefect, as i've emphasized, it is important to keep your appearance as neat as possible," Riddle lectured as he continued to tie the knot. "It not only helps with cleanliness, but also with confide–"

Riddle's gaze flitted up. Big mistake.

He tried not to flinch at the proximity of your face to his. He was definitely not paying attention to the curve of your cheek or the part of your lips. Sevens, your lips looked so soft, he wondered if–

He dropped the tie like he was burned

You raised an eyebrow, "Is this how the great Heartslabyul housewarden ties a tie?"

And Riddle went red. He was sure he was flushing down the base of his neck, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.

"Senpai," There was a hand at his arm, tugging while you innocently tilted your head. "Did you get distracted by something?"

Great Queen of Hearts, Riddle was not going to make it out of here alive.

"O-of course not," Riddle forced out, his voice coming out unnaturally high. "I was merely just...we were standing very close together...."

He shut his mouth, intent on salvaging whatever petty pride he still had left. He then grabbed the tie with shaky hands, working at it once again as if he didn't just flush his rapport with you down the drain just seconds before.

Once the tie was done, Riddle sighed with relief, smoothing the material before letting it go.

"Thanks senpai," You said, before leaning in close and– Riddle shut his eyes, a light pressure landing on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see you smiling as you waved, heading to class as if nothing happened.

Riddle, on the other hand, crouched on the ground. He would never be able to get the flush out of his cheeks.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had a love-hate relationship with rain. but today he was bordering on the "hate" side. He was completely drenched, caught off guard by the rain as he quickly ducked into an alcove, tugging you behind him.

He cursed, pulling out two towels from his gym bag, "It's clean." At your questioning look he elaborated, "I bring two because Floyd always tries to steal mine."

Jamil draped the towel over your head, helping you dry your hair out of habit. He was secretly pleased as you let him do as he wanted.

However, he didn't realize how intimate of a situation he had created for himself until he felt you reaching over with the towel in your hand to help him.

That was when Jamil's gaze slid to the wall that he had backed you into, before dropping down to your lips.

Oh.

Jamil averted his eyes, trying hard to school his expression into neutrality. He picked up his pace, swiping at the water with renewed vigor until—

"Jamil?" A small silence. "Hm?" His reply came late, too busy focusing on a droplet of water as it traced down your face, wishing it was his fingers instead.

"You...look like you want a kiss."

Jamil swallowed, throat dry because he had been completely exposed. How was it that you were able to know his feelings so easily?

He saw the nervousness flit across your expression at the prolonged silence, so he let himself speak, "And...what if i do?"

You tugged at the towel around his neck, pulling him that much closer. His lips met yours clumsily, the cold of the rain fleeing for something warmer. He couldn't help but hold you closer, bridging the gap to feel the slide of your skin against his.

As he pulled back, Jamil wasn't sure what was louder, the sound of the rain pelting the roofs, or the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.

"Was that okay?" You asked tentatively, and Jamil all but wanted to laugh.

Instead he smirked, letting his cold fingers press against the warmth of your cheek, "i think i'll need a few more of those to warm up, ya sukar."

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I don't know if you have enough data to answer this, but I believe that the Sussexes are becoming more irrelevant, people have just lost interest: do you get the same number of rumors nowadays as you did a couple of years ago? Or less?

What's your "sentiment" about this, if you feel inclined towards a little speculation?

I don’t have any quantitative data, this is just based on my observations.

First, the media’s interest in the Sussexes has dropped significantly. It used to be that they had new stories on them daily. Every day, no matter the occasion or what else was happening. Now, it’s about once a week, if that. (Excluding when they’re on “foreign tours”.)

Second, they’re not organic discussions on social media. They aren’t in the algorithms unless there’s a huge PR push (aka $$$) involved, like with the recent ARO product “launches” or the rumormongering about Kate’s health/the Waleses’ marriage. That means people aren’t talking about them until they’re paid to talk about them and then they go to work with trending topics and algorithm manipulations.

Third, there was a huge reckoning during the pandemic that saw an enormous shift away from the celebrity influencer culture of the ‘10s. People aren’t paying attention to celebrities just because they’re pretty or famous or wealthy anymore. People are paying attention to, and supporting, people who have values, who do something, who are meaningful.

That’s not the Sussexes. The Sussexes - Meghan more so than Harry (because Harry still offers purpose through Invictus Games, but he destroyed a lot of it with the whining in Spare) - are trapped in their “famous for being famous” mindset that was the late ‘90s - mid ‘10s. They haven’t evolved as the culture and as society has evolved. Meghan tried, with all those bandwagon trends and topics she spouted 2018 - 2021, but they always failed because everyone could clearly see she didn’t actually care about those things, she was only using them. So people aren’t giving them attention because they don’t fit the current model for our idea celeb. (And that’s why you see a lot of celebs hustling with their own companies and brands or charities now, separate from their acting or music or modeling - the market has shifted from their pretty faces to the contributions they give to society at large.)

Fourth, the Sussexes greatly overestimated the Oprah interview and their “revenge era” against the BRF (the time from Oprah to Spare when they were, more or less, gossiping about the BRF and whining about not having enough privilege). Their expectation was that everyone would be on their side and we would all condemn the BRF with them. They overestimated and misunderstood that the global majority of the world a) respected The Queen as much as we did, b) saw it was completely ducked up to have done the Oprah interview while Philip was literally dying (and also the Sussexes’ claim that “they’re just saying he’s sick so we don’t do this interview” was all sorts of inappropriate), and c) would never air our own family’s dirty laundry in public like that and judged them horrendously for doing that to The Queen and the BRF while their patriarch was dying. That alienated a lot of people and the result wasn’t “all hail Harry and Meghan, Royal Freedom Fighters” (which was the Sussexes’ expectation); it was “who the f@&k do they think they are” (especially after Fleet Street published about all the lies they told during the interview with receipts).

And finally, the biggest indicator that they’ve become irrelevant is the blogs here. Just look at how many blogs have stopped posting or changed their content. There’s a huge group of bloggers that left or lost interest, and the blogs that remain tend to fall on either side of the spectrum: they either love the Sussexes or they hate them. There’s no middle ground anymore, and it kinda does actually suck. It doesn’t mean the neutral/middle blogs and anons and readers don’t exist (they do, they’re here, I see them on my dash and in my mentions) but they’re lurking more than engaging. The people engaging are people that either love or hate the Sussexes, so there’s a lot of “same” being blogged and discussed. (It’s why I’ve not been posting recently - I get bored when we talk about the same things over and over so I check out for a bit until I can think of something (or see something) different to change the conversation with or I get anons with questions (like this one) that scratch an itch in my brain.)

So to that question, yes, the Sussexes are becoming irrelevant. They’ve become quite irrelevant if you go by the media and social media that was happening in 2017 when they got engaged.

For your question about the rumors and theories, yes. There’s been a huge drop off in those as well. I used to be updating my spreadsheet daily with all the gossip and discussions happening, but now, it’s just once or twice a month. I will admit that part of that is because the sources I used have become venomously anti-Sussex or anti-Kate and I’m just not interested in that so I don’t go to those places as much anymore. But another part of it is that there’s just an absence of people talking about it. The people left discussing the Sussexes are, again, either you love ‘em or you hate ‘em and that brings a certain bias to the rumor mill and the conspiracy theories, which can actually become very toxic very easily because there’s no one left to moderate or play devil’s advocate to remind everyone that these are real people with real families and real lives; yes, running away with your imagination is fun but it’s also not a realistic barometer of who these people (the subjects of the gossip, the sources of the gossip, and the consumers of the gossip) are.

And I think when you’re left with the two extremes of the spectrum - haters and lovers - that’s the ultimate show of irrelevance. The “middle” (or the silent majority, if you will) has completely noped out of the conversation and doesn’t have even a rat’s ass to give you.

That’s why all the Sussexes have left is either divorce or reconciliation with Charles, William, and Kate. If either one of those things happen, they’ll suddenly become relevant again. But they don’t either of those. They can’t afford either of those options reputation-wise because both options end with egg on their faces and a global chorus of “I told you so” from family, press, and the public.

So they’ll just stay stuck getting more and more irrelevant because their egos are too enormous to allow being served some serious humble pie.

[quickdeaths]

Rio listened to what passed for Kazuichi's explanation with that same frown still plastered onto her face, only letting out a soft sigh once he'd finished. Or, at least, finished for the moment, since she got the impression that if she'd allow him to, he'd keep going further and further, which in this instance, was not to his benefit. "It's okay, senpai," she said, holding up a hand to stop him from tripping over any more words. "I get it."

He wasn't malicious, just... well, to call a senpai stupid seemed really rude, but bad at conveying his thoughts? Excessively prone to If that was the case, Rio could deal with it, so long as there wasn't bad intent behind anything he was saying. Honestly, it was a relief as her shoulders relaxed. Being mad at people was tough work - how did Sato-senpai manage it all the time? It was way easier to smile, or let things go.

"You're allowed to say gay, as long as you're not saying it in a mean or insulting way," she explained, having let the frown disappear from her lips. "And you don't have to act super differently, and there aren't any gay guidelines that you need to read." Well, except for her extensive collection of yuri manga, but with how tall that stack was, it would be hard for anyone to balance reading it and being her friend. Although, that wouldn't stop her from providing recommendations.

"But, you should be careful about the kind of jokes you make, Kaz-senpai," she cautioned, albeit without much firmness behind her words. "You don't seem like the kind of person who would want to hurt someone's feelings." Well, she couldn't truly say that for sure, but it was Rio's nature to try and see the best in most people, especially when it came to her classmates. Being really really good at something didn't mean you were a good person, but hopefully being at a school like this was convincing of the idea that skills and talents were to be used for the betterment of others.

Which, looped back around to the bird resting inside her jacket pocket. He needed to be taken somewhere safe, to hopefully help save his species. "I don't know why they're called that," Rio admitted. "It's probably something from another language." She shrugged, before moving to the door, hand at her pocket so the bird inside couldn't hop out if he get restless. "But I need to go back to my lab, so that this one can rest up. Long week ahead of him." Some observations, documentation, then probably being sent across the world to situate him with a population in captivity. "You can come if you want, and if you're not busy, senpai."

Well, fuck. Half of the mechanic’s mind was panicking over his blunder, while the other was internally yelling ‘aaawwwww’ at the way the little bird got tucked into the jacket’s inside pocket. God fucking damn it, brain, focus. He messed up big time here. Shit, she sounded pissed... He started waving his hand around frantically, floundering to explain himself.

“No! No, I’m not! I didn’t mean it like… I’m not… I don’t… um,” his voice lowered at the end, and he reflexively looked over his shoulders, before continuing in an almost-whisper, “I’m not… like that. I think that, like, not-straight people are… o-okay. I m-mean — well, yeah, no shit. Of course they are. That’s not… What I’m trying to say is…” Alright, he wasn’t making this any better. He dropped his hands dejectedly.

“….It was a joke?” He tried to offer, nervously. “I mean, now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t very funny. I said it without thinking ‘cause I was searching for a way to describe the bird—” Which he apparently got very wrong. “—but on second thought, maybe saying ‘gay-ass’ to describe it… could sound pretty bad, huh? Wait, am I even allowed to say that? I’m not gay… Shit, I uh, I don’t if not-gay people can say that. I haven’t read the gay guidelines. Hold on, oh fuck, is that a thing? Should I read it??” Was he being ignorant? He had no clue, but this topic was making him increasingly anxious. It was always a hit or miss with this one. It felt like a taboo to even talk about it.

He really didn’t want to have beef with bird-girl, since he kind of really wanted to see more birds, but he wasn’t sure how to get out of the hole he just dug himself into. “…Wait, why are they called peacock and peahen? They don’t look like a mix of peas and chickens.” His eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Or… they do? Kinda? Uh, no, that’s not the topic that… fuck.” Giving up, he took a sad bite from his sandwich. No getting out of this one. Guess this means no more birds.

Should’ve thought before he opened his mouth.

[theprongspotter]

Very Late Intro Post <3

Name: You can call me Duck :3

Pronouns: she/he :D I don’t mind fem or masc terms!

Sexuality: pan!

Age: DANCING QUEEN YOUNG AND SWEET ONLY 17

Country: AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸🏈🔫

Fandoms:

• This account is strictly Marauders

• Voltron

• IT

• Stranger Things

• Warrior Cats

Likes:

• playing piano

• playing drums

• Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Chapell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter, Queen, ABBA, Ricky Montgomery, Mother Mother, The Front Bottoms

• elephants

• cats

Dislikes:

• bigots

• mouth sounds

• a lot of sounds tbh

Extra:

• autistic

• adhd

• hard of hearing

Moots!!:

• @residentdisaster I adore you so much and miss you more than you know <333

• @musicoftheheart my first real moot and such a doll <3

• @hotteststar you’re so cool and I really wanna meet you!!

• @im-just-here4853 you’re so cool!!

• @urfavsherlockholmeskinnie I kept seeing you in my notifs since day one and decided that I needed to be your friend cause you’re so awesome and loyal :D

• @swimmingclass1978 you’re really funny and I adore you :)

• @s3raphinaa omg you’re such a sweetheart and really cool and I wanna meet you :3

• @stargazing-reader you were my first place of support on this app and I love you for that <33

• @that-bitch-kat3 started fangirling when we became moots also you’re so supportive, thank you <333

• @my-castles-crumbling my unofficial parent, they just don’t know it ;p

• @fictionalsimp09 you're so cool omg :o

• @zsrntyouil also one of my first moots and you are so dear to me <3

• @i-just-need-a-book-please you’re so chill!!

• @the-stars-were-his you’re such a sweetheart and deserve the world omg <33

sorry if I didn’t list you on here, I have so many moots because I love people 😭

Don’t be afraid to send in asks to talk about whatever or even send me a dm! ;o

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[the-pink-poet]

The Shadowsinger and the Lightbringer

PART 3!!!!!

I rolled out of bed that next morning with a smile on my face. I put on my favorite dress, a (y/f/c) muslin, long sleeve that was fitted at the top and flowed out at my waist. Embroidery of flowers and vines trailed down the front and the edges of the sleeves. I couldn’t help but twirl in the mirror and smile. I hope Azriel likes this dress. I shook my head. I couldn’t think like that. He’s just Feyre’s friend, and a 500 year old Fae at that.

                Regardless of my mental protests, I ran downstairs to find the house empty. After wandering around for a while, I found Nesta in our small home library, reading a book. She looked up at me, “Ah the sleeping beauty finally decides to grace us with her presence.”

                I roll my eyes, “Whatever Nesta. Where is everybody?” She shrugged, “Somewhere out ‘training’ I guess. They’ll be back by lunch and leave this afternoon.”

                I nodded and proceeded to grab a book off of the shelf and slip away to my favorite spot in the house. In my room, I had a windowseat with a (y/f/c) cushion and several soft pillows, soft grey light from the cloudy day leaking in through the panes. I began to read, and after a while, a soft heaviness settled over me, my eyelids drooping, and I fell softly asleep in the early afternoon light.

                I must’ve been asleep for a while, because I woke up to Elain shaking my shoulder gently. I quietly groaned and rolled my neck, now stiff from napping at an odd angle. “Hey Elain. What’s up?” Elain smiled gently at me, “I’m glad you woke up. Feyre and the others are leaving for the Night Court. They wanted to say goodbye.”

                At those words any sleepiness fled my body, “Already?” She nodded and rubbed my arm, “Feyre will return as soon as we hear from the queens. They’re downstairs now.” I let her take my arm and lead me downstairs where my new friends were waiting. Feyre was the first to meet my eyes.

                “Are you really leaving already?” I asked her sadly. She sighed, “Things are…. Complicated. We need to resolve some things in the Night Court, but we’ll be back before you know it.” I pulled her into my arms, noticing how she was now slightly taller than she used to be. Perhaps a result of being a newly born Fae. But her arms, her hug, they were still the same. I hugged her tightly, “Be safe. Come back soon.”

                She hugged me tightly and rubbed my back, “I love you y/n please know that.” Tears pricked my eyes, “I know Feyre. I love you too. Fae or human. Always.” She pulled back and wiped a tear from my cheeks, “I’ll see you soon. I promise.” I nodded stepped back, turning towards the three males. “Take care of my sister.”

Rhys nodded, “On my life.” Cassian and Azriel nodded too, and they turned to leave. “Wait!” I ran up to Azriel as they headed out the door, and the three of them turned, Cassian wearing a smirk on his face. “What, can’t get enough of me?” I rolled my eyes, ignoring him and turning my attention to Azriel again, “Is there any way to contact you? Just…. for safety reasons?”

“Sure… safety reasons.” Cassian muttered under his breath, earning a glare from me. Azriel looked a little surprised, “You, want to… stay in contact?” I ducked my head and blushed slightly, “Y-yeah. If that’s ok. I just…. liked your company. Is… that ok?” A soft smile creeped onto the corners of his mouth, “Yes. That’s more than ok. Rhys?” as he turned towards the High Lord.

Rhys was smiling wryly and spoke, “Yes. It’s probably good to establish a more secure line of contact here.” Rhys reached to the side and pulled out an ink pen and small bottle of ink, seemingly out of thing air. “Here. Use these to write on any paper you like, and it will immediately be transported to the Night Court. Just… please make sure to write Azriel’s name on the front. Otherwise Cassian might get snoopy.” Cassian looked offended, but Azriel just chuckled.

I took the pen and ink from Rhys, “Thank you.” He nodded and grabbed their hands, preparing to disappear to the strange Fae lands. Feyre gave me a smile before they vanished, the sight of it warming my soul, and then they were gone.

After the visit, both Nesta and Elain seemed to breathe a bit easier, which I thought was a bit silly. Feyre was still our sister after all, and her being Fae didn’t change that. And her friends had been nothing but kind, so while I loved them, I couldn’t excuse their behavior. It ended up forming a strange rift between me and my two human sisters.

I began writing letters right away, and didn’t notice as Nesta entered the kitchen and peered over my shoulder to look at the letter. “Who are you writing to?”

I jumped a little, “Nesta! Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not good to sneak around?” Nesta shrugged and repeated her question, “Who are you writing to?”

I rolled my eyes, “A friend. Why do you care?” She snatched the letter from under my hand and began reading it, “Nesta, give that back!” I stood up and reached towards her and the letter, but she just turned away from me and kept reading.

After a second she looked at me with her eyebrow raised, “You’re writing to the Spymaster?” I finally managed to snatch the letter back, “Yes. And?”

Nesta shook her head, “I’d be careful y/n you don’t know what the Fae are like.”

A fire bubbled in my blood, “Oh and you know what they’re like? Last time I checked you didn’t say more than two words to them when they were here. Who are you to say what they are and aren’t like, when you don’t even know.”

I was breathing hard as Nesta’s mouth formed a thin line, “And you know much better? How do you know he didn’t put a spell on you? Or isn’t using you? How can you-“

I cut her off, “How can you tell me what to do? I’m not a child anymore Nesta. I can pass my own judgements.” Blood pounded in my ears.

The only sign of emotion on her face was the slight twitch of her eyebrow, “Just…. be careful. Ok?” She sighed.

I didn’t look her way as she walked out of the room, and I continued my letter.

                Azriel,

I hope all is going well in the night court. Things certainly have been dull here since your visit. I’ve been continuing my lessons, trying to catch up with the people my age, but other than that, nothing has really happened.

Nesta doesn’t seem to like the idea of us sending letters back and forth, but I’ve long since learned to take her advice with MORE than a grain of salt. I know she means well, but she can just be so….. pushy. I’m fine with her being protective, we all are of each other, but there is definitely a balance.

What have you been up to? I realize though we spent most of our time together during your visit, I don’t really know what it means to be a Spymaster and Shadowsinger. And what are the stars like in the Night Court? I remember Rhys telling us about them over the tense dinner. They sound incredible.

I miss you. Things are dull without you, but I understand you can’t come and visit. We haven’t heard anything from the queens yet. And I won’t lie, part of me hopes we won’t. Not that I don’t want to see you again, I just don’t want to believe that war is coming. Should I prepare? If so, how?

I await your reply and again hope all is going well,

Yours,

Y/N Archeron

As soon as I signed my name, the letter vanished in a puff of violet smoke and stars. Elain peaked into the room at the small noise that it made, “What was that?”

                I smiled at her, “Oh just sending off a letter to a friend.” A soft smile crept up her lips, “It’s for that Spymaster isn’t it.” I nodded and she continued, “Just be careful, ok?” I sighed a little and nodded again, “Always Elain.”

…..

                Y/N

                It is so good to hear from you.

Things are going well here. The life of the Spymaster of the nightcourt is always busy. I wish we could have spent more time with you. I don’t think you know how much that wonderful quiet moment meant to me singing at the piano. It was a needed reprieve from the chaos we all have been dealing with here regarding the incoming war. Perhaps next time I come you could teach me some more of those newer songs. I really enjoyed singing with you, and I meant what I said, you have a beautiful voice.

As for the work of a Spymaster and Shadowsinger, I’m not sure you want to know. I’m not always proud of what I do, and the work that is sometimes required of me is vicious and dark.

And as for your sister, its obvious she cares about you. I know all of your sisters do. I can tell Feyre misses you the most. She’s started a new painting of you four, not sure what she’s going to call it, but your part of the painting is the brightest.

I hope we hear from the queens soon so I can finally help put this thing to rest.

Stay safe Starlight,

Azriel

Several months passed with no word from the queens, but many letters had been exchanged between Azriel and I the last few months. He has come to give me the nickname, “Starlight” which makes me blush and curl my toes when I read it. At first the notes were very formal between the two of us, but the more we spoke, the warmer the conversation became, and it was revealed that Azriel was a very snarky and funny male. His letters never ceased to make me laugh.

Nesta and Elain didn’t approve of the letters, in fact I caught Nesta multiple times attempting to burn them before I could get to them. Elain was more subtle, giving me nervous glances as I would read in the kitchen, but not much more than that.

To my relief, we heard finally heard from the queens and immediately sent word off to the Night Court. Feyre and her friends arrived within a day and a half, the flapping of wings signaling their arrival. Nesta tried to keep me from answering the door, but as soon as I saw Feyre through the gap in the door I broke her grasp and ran into Feyre’s arms.

Cassian laughed as we hugged, “Looks like someone’s excited.” I gave him a playful glare over Feyre’s shoulder and he just laughed again.

I backed away from them and smiled. “Welcome back Feyre, Elain is in the kitchen getting everything ready.” Feyre nodded and started headed to the kitchen, and I looked at the rest of their group as they walked in. Rhys gave me a kind smile, Cassian gave me a flirtatious grin to which I gave an eye roll, and I turned my eyes to the Shadowsinger.

I didn’t know quite what I expected our interaction to be like. We’d exchanged several letters through these past few months, but an in-person reaction was very different.

His golden hazel eyes bored into my own, as he stepped forward and gently grasped my hand that was down at my side, bringing it to his lips. “Hello y/n.” he whispered.

My breath caught in my throat and my cheeks flushed at the gentle contact, “Hey Az.” One of his shadows curled around our intertwined hands, moving up my arm and tickling my neck. I giggled and Az smiled softly.

“Shall we?” he let go of my hand and held out his arm to me. I gave him a shy smile, took his arm, and we headed to the kitchen to wait for the queens.

They didn’t keep us waiting long, the five out of six queens that winnowed into our dining room. I made eye contact with the oldest queen and a shiver went down my spine. There was no kindness in her gaze.  

Azriel noticed me tense up and grabbed my hand from where we were standing side by side. I released a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and tried to relax, but that icy gaze remained on me.

To say the meeting was tense would be an understatement. When Rhys explained his reasons to the queens for needing half the book, they scoffed. “And why would we ever trust a High Fae?” Rhys’s violet eyes narrowed, “If not for us, then for the humans on this continent. There is little to nothing standing between them and Hybern. And once Hybern takes over here, they’ll move to the mainlands.”

The old queen shook her head, “And why should we care if Hybern takes over this small strip of land? They are none of our concern.”

Nesta angrily spoke up, “Have you no shame? You would condemn all these innocent people to die because of your stupid pride?”

The old queen turned her steely gaze to Nesta, “We worry about our own people. These lands are not our responsibility. Besides, how are we to know that the malicious High Lord of the Night Court is not manipulating our minds into forcing us to give them the book?”

My blood began to boil, and before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and stared down at the queens, “How dare you. You don’t know what these people have sacrificed. You hardly know anything about them. And as far as I’m concerned, the only malicious ones here, are you.”

The old queen’s chair screeched behind her as she stood up to face me, her mouth twisted into a sneer, “Child, I would suggest you keep your silence in matters you know nothing of.”

I opened my mouth to retort but felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Azriel, giving me a subtle shake of his head, and I backed up to my original place.

Ultimately nothing came from it. The queens left, we had no book, and I could tell that Feyre and her friends were at their wits’ end. I worried for them, knowing from Azriel’s letters how each of them had already given so much over their immortal lives. I worried about what else they might give to save our small part of the world from the terrors of Hybern.

The thoughts making me feel sick, I ran up to my room, shoving open the doors to my small balcony and let the night breeze run through my hair. I grasped the railing, and tears began pouring down my cheeks.

In my own little world, I almost missed soft steps coming up the stairs and into my room. I found myself wrapped up in a hug by the Shadowsinger himself, his scarred hand brushing through my hair, “Are you alright?”

I looked up at him. I’d never realized how much he towered over me, he was almost a foot taller, but it made me feel… safe. I sniffed a little, “I don’t know. It just…. bothered me the way that old queen was talking about you all. And when I tried to stand up for you,” I let in a shaky breath, “She treated me like a child. I know I’m not five hundred years old like you all, but it just….. I don’t like being treated like I don’t know anything. Like I’m ignorant of the world around me. And that’s exactly how she made me feel.” I looked away.

Azriel softly grasped my chin with his hand and lifted my gaze to his, “Y/N you should never let someone else make you feel inferior. You might not have the… lifespan we do, but that doesn’t make you ignorant, and it certainly doesn’t make you a child.”

I sniffled, “It still hurts though. And now? Without the Book, who knows what will happen to us, what will happen to our home, to our sisters…. To you. Its… terrifying.”

Azriel grasped my hands in his and looked at me with such intensity I almost looked away, “Y/N. I promise I won’t let any harm come to you or your sisters. I swear that on my life. Do you understand that?”

Tears begin to fill my eyes again as I pull him into a hug, “Thank you Azriel. That means the world to me. But…..” “But?” He asked as we continued to hug. I take a deep breath in, “Just promise me I won’t lose you either.” His hand freezes on my back, “Y/N-” “Azriel, please.” I hear him sigh as he pulls me tighter, “Alright. I promise.” I feel the tension in my chest loosen and I hold him tighter, snuggling my head into his chest.

Hello loves!!! I'm sorry i've been MIA for a long time! I do this for fun, and with a summer job, and lots of mental health struggles, I found it very difficult to upload. I've been feeling much better lately so I should update more frequently! And I'm VERY excited for the next part, because we'll get to take a little trip to Hybern.... if you can guess what part of the story I'm headed towards. And it just gets more exciting from there!

Let me know if y'all are excited for the next part in the comments and what you thought of this part also if you want to be added to the taglist!

Besos

the pink poet

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[whumpshaped]

tw bad caretaker, bad de-conditioning, pet whump, trauma, panic attack

"I asked a single thing. I've been asking the same thing for a month. I'm not even asking you to do a backflip- I'm asking you to sit on the couch."

Whumpee had never seen Caretaker so angry. They crawled back until their back met the wall, trembling and muttering apologies while their wide, teary eyes stayed fixed on Caretaker's imposing figure. They were so much bigger than Whumpee. Stronger.

They had been afraid of that, at first. Then, they had learned to trust it, to feel protected by it. Now they were afraid again.

"In fact, I'm doing the backflips. I'm bending over backwards for you and your ridiculous needs, trying to accommodate for your every irrational fear and arbitrary rule. And you can't even get on the fucking couch after a month."

"Pets- p-pet's c-can't-"

"Stop with that already!" they snapped, and Whumpee ducked their head between their knees, shaking. They were sorry, they were sorry, they were sorry- "You're getting on the damn furniture today!"

Soon, they were yanked up by the arm, and no matter how much they cried or pleaded, Caretaker shoved them down on the soft, comfortable couch. Whumpee made themself pass out hyperventilating.

~

@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @dustbunnywhump

[bleue-flora]

Blasphemy!… Okay yeah, maybe just a little unhinged. ;) …lol

Guess c!Quackity has some work to do XD, that’s a lot of boys to make bleed and so much shit talking to deal with ooof… lol okay now hear me out, Steve Rogers joins forces with the Felicity Smoke and Diggle, and um maybe Castiel to free them and then like Loki and c!Dream just get to watch alone as the others are doted over and cares for. Maybe they even leave Loki and c!Dream behind because they’re villains and their hero complexes refuse to let them help the villains ;D … egh probably not lol…. or maybe at different times Captain America comes to save Bucky, Felicity and Diggle come for Oliver and Castiel (and maybe Sam) come for Dean Winchester, and none of them knew about the other inmates but are like - welp we got who we came for - XD lol leaving the rest behind and well no one comes for c!Dream and Loki… because… they have no one… ooooooof

If I wrote a multi fandom fanfic it would literally just be Arrow’s Oliver Queen, Supernatural’s Dean Winchester, MCU’s Loki and Bucky Barns, and c!Dream imprisoned in Minecraft’s favorite torture box, Pandora’s Vault, with c!Quackity and his bag of tools… what does that say about me?…

[thesilliestofgals]

A Legacy of Brambles and Thorns Abridged Analysis: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Hearts

If you haven't read A Legacy of Brambles and Thorns by @c-rose2081, I highly suggest you do, as it is one of my favorite Ever After High rewrites! I would also suggest you do it before diving into my analysis, as it will contain spoilers for what has happened thus far in the story. (also, this very likely won't be proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammatical errors, no you don't.)

Lizzie Hearts is a fascinating character in this version of Ever After High. We don't know much about her other than a few details here and there from other characters when she first makes an appearance- saving Briar from being poisoned by an assassin. By doing this, Briar now owes Lizzie a boon of sorts, but interestingly, Lizzie makes it so Briar has a favor from her:

"...The wonderlandian girl stepped forward, standing on her toes to place a kiss right on Briar’s cheekbone. Startled, she reeled back in confusion, but the future Red Queen took her face in one hand, sharp nails ghosting against her skin. Lizzie continued to stare for a while before something crossed her face and she visibly relaxed. Humming a bit in her throat (the first sound Briar had heard from her) she stepped back, walking off without a word. 

“Ooh, Lizzie likes you,” Maddie chirped. “You’re a lucky duck!” 

No one gave an explanation as the three Wonderlandians made their exit, heading back down the hall and around the corner towards the Castleteria. Briar stared in their wake, lifting a hand to feel the smudge of red lipstick left on her face. “Darling, I think I’m hallucinating.” 

“Not hallucinating,” the knight confirmed with a faint laugh. “You just received a token from the future Red Queen. Consider that a great honor.”" (Act 1, Chapter 11)

The audience soon discovers what exactly the favor Lizzie will call upon for Briar to fulfill: to return with her to Wonderland and be her champion, which is confirmed by a prophecy:

"A champion of white bears the scales and a champion of red bears the sword." (Act 1, Chapter 14)

Here's some interesting... Lizzie made it clear at the end of Act 1 that she does not like Snow trying to control the people with destiny:

"“But I will not go empty handed. The Ever Queen is a traitor, playing favorites to the White Court when she’s already promised to be unbiased. The treaty between Wonderland and Ever After is broken, and I cannot leave here with nothing. My people are in grave danger, threatened by the ivory regime. Destiny is not meant to be used as a guise for power, it is meant to be unique and ever changing, if not sometimes unfair. I will not allow my people to be bound to something falsified...”" (Act 1, Chapter 29)

This, followed by her actions in the rest of the chapter, confirmed something to me about the new Queen of the Red Court.

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Hearts is a hypocrite.

This was even confirmed by the author herself when yours truly sent in an ask expressing this!

"...(So yes, she is totally a hypocrite. If not a different flavor than Snow and with slightly different intentions)"

For further context, as I know I cannot just call Lizzie a hypocrite before moving on: After the death of her mother, Lizzie's soldiers invade Ever After High. At some point, Lizzie kidnaps Briar, manipulates her into agreeing to being her champion, and then drugs her into a forced sleep.

(WARNING: this is where it gets a little incoherent, so be warned lol)

Here was my initial thought: Lizzie says she doesn't like Snow controlling people via destiny, and then, in the same chapter, lies to Briar in order to get her to fulfill the prophecy. Now doesn't that sound familiar?

(Another little tidbit: you could argue that all the things Lizzie has done for Briar since they met was a tactic to get Briar to trust her, so she'd be more willing to agree to be her champion. Just, y'know, something to think about, too.)

But here's where it gets complicated: Lizzie is doing this for the Greater Good, in order to keep her kingdom, and by extension, her people, safe. While this doesn't excuse her actions, it does separate her from Snow White's reasonings for using destiny with the people of Ever After- control.

Something else that also piqued my curiosity is how in the story, Lizzie Hearts/Briar Beauty is tagged, and in Chapter 14, Lizzie mentions this:

"“She has ferocity and courage in her eyes,” Lizzie admitted, counting her cards as they laid before her. “But something else too, which is nay impossible to explain or describe. I wonder if it is the same feeling mother had upon finding my father as her champion.”"

She also calls Briar "my love" a few times at the end of Act 1.... hmmmmm...

It's all just so... fascinating to me. I have a feeling sometime in Act 2, Briar will call out Lizzie (I'd be surprised if she didn't), and maybe that'll be a little plot point, or maybe it won't, who knows!

This was just me word vomiting onto a tumblr post, but I really enjoyed doing it, so maybe I'll do it in the future with another eah fanfic character :)

[ninemelodies]

The David Tennant Filmography Checklist

Including his most popular works (list made by @literatemisfit )(check what you've watched!)

Dramarama (1988) ☑️ Rab. C. Nesbitt (1993) ☑️ Takin' Over the Asylum (1994) ☑️ The Tales of Para Handy (1995) ☑️ The Bill (1995) ☑️ Duck Patrol (1998) ☑️ L.A. Without a Map (1998) ☑️ The Last September (1999) ☑️ Love in the 21st Century (1999)☑️

The Mrs Bradley Mysteries (2000) ☑️ Being Considered (2000) ☑️ (just his part) Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased) (2000) ☑️ High Stakes (2001) ☑️ People Like Us (2001) ☑️ Foyle's War (2002) ☑️ Nine 1/2 Minutes (2002) ☑️ Bright Young Things (2003) ☑️ He Knew He Was Right (2004) Blackpool (2004) Casanova (2005) ☑️ The Quatermass Experiment (2005) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005) ☑️ Secret Smile (2005) The Chatterley Affair (2006) Recovery (2007) Learners (2007) Extras (2007) Einstein and Eddington (2008) Glorious 39 (2009) The Sarah Jane Adventures (2009) Doctor Who (2005-2023) ☑️ St. Trinian's 2 (2009) The Catherine Tate Show (2007-2009) Hamlet (2009) ☑️

How to Train Your Dragon (2010) ☑️ Single Father (2010) United (2011) The Decoy Bride (2011) Fright Night (2011) ☑️ This is Jinsy (2011) Much Ado About Nothing (2011) ☑️ True Love (2012) Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger (2012) Spies of Warsaw (2013) The Politician's Husband (2013) The Escape Artist (2013) Richard II (2013) The Five(ish) Doctors Reboot (2013) Broadchurch (2013-2017) ☑️ What We Did on Our Holiday (2014) Gracepoint (2014) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2015-2016) Jessica Jones (2015-2019) Family Guy (2016) Mad to Be Normal (2017) DuckTales (2017-2021) You, Me, and Him (2017) Bad Samaritan (2018) ☑️ Hang Ups (2018) Mary Queen of Scots (2018) There She Goes (2018-2023) Camping (2018) Criminal: UK (2019) Good Omens (2019-2023) ☑️

Deadwater Fell (2020) Des (2020) Screening (2020) Staged (2020-2023) ☑️ Around the World in 80 Days (2021) ☑️ The Legend of Vox Machina (2022) Meet the Richardsons (2022) The Sandman (2022) ☑️ Inside Man (2022) ☑️ Litvinenko (2022) Good (2023)

[thestarwarslesbian]

Fox: Don't be ridiculous I'm not in love with the senator or the queen... Thorn: *ducks* Damn, your bullshit nearly hit me Fox: Did you just D U C K?!?!?

[fuwahua]

please please write smth with kokomi for tktober!! rn idk who to pair her with tho, maybe childe (platonic) bc I think their frenemyship is super funny. she pairs well with anyone tho, I just love my girl <3

♡ TKTOBER DAY 3 - Prank

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Tags: Kokochi (platonic), Hydro gang being besties, prank war!

(Thank you for requesting Kokomi I love love her sm (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ Pastel mermaid queen!!!! I hope you like the fic ♡ )

“Not the book not the book—!”

Kokomi yelped as she hugged Thrilling Tales tight to her chest, ducking downwards to avoid the explosion of water overhead. Xingqiu’s laughter rang through the house, the sound of a bell chiming overhead. Behind his laughter was a now familiar splashing sound of Mona traversing through the floor before eerie silence settled in… only to be broken by yet another splash of water elsewhere, coupled with Furina’s screech.

Well. Furina was out.

“Holding up, comrade?”

“Childe!” Kokomi brightened as he slid into her hiding spot, winking. She scooted over to let him under the table with her, flashing the catalyst tucked between her arms. “I’ve gotten my catalyst back, thankfully, but it doesn’t look too good out there. After Xingqiu, it’s Yelan in the lead, and now that Furina’s been taken out…”

“It’s just us, Sigewinne, and Mona left, huh?” Childe asked, scratching his chin. “Hmm… I knew Xingqiu would be a pranking expert, but who would’ve guessed Yelan?”

Kazuha’s many pranks on Gorou came to mind. Kokomi giggled. “You’d be surprised what spies do in their downtime.”

He flashed her his Fatui insignia with a grin. “Believe me, I know.”

That made sense. She nodded, them both quieting as hurried footsteps sounded outside. Too big to be Sigewinne, too small for Yelan… but the 50% chance of it being Xingqiu on the prowl was too high for her to call out to the figure. Not when she was so close to the prize!

After all, whoever won the prank war would receive a new weapon from the Traveler. Familiar as she was to Thrilling Tales, the beautiful sculpt of Everlasting Moonglow called to her—she needed it.

Another splash of water echoed from upstairs, coupled with Mona’s screech of frustration. Kokomi bit her lip; another one out, another step closer to the weapon. All that was left was herself, Sigewinne, Xinqiu, Yelan, and…

Childe. Who was sitting right next to her, bowless, eyes on the outside.

It’d be so easy. He was a Fatui Harbinger, but she had her catalyst already in hand, and his sight was firmly set on searching out the two main culprits who’d taken out most of the Hydro team already. Yet, to do so was a betrayal of trust, wasn’t it? He’d called her a comrade! But then again, they’d never officially agreed to team up, and Childe would’ve called her that regardless of the competition.

All’s fair in love and war, right?

“Hyahahaha! C-chihilde?!”

“What’s the surprise, comrade? Don’t you know the early bird gets the worm? Or fish, in this case.”

“I’m nohot a fihehehehesh!” Kokomi flushed as she giggled, flinching away from Childe’s eager pokes to her sides. The water bubble she was beginning to form with her catalyst wavered in the air before losing its shape entirely, splashing the floor with a limp noise as she lost concentration. Her legs kicked out, flailing, but Childe the opportunity to tug her close and squeeze her arms between his thighs. She gasped, eying the way her shirt fell open, and knew she was in trouble.

“W-wait! Wahahait—I—I—!”

Kokomi burst out in laughter as Childe dug into her stomach with sing-song teasing, flopping against the floor but unable to gain any leverage. Curse the slippery fabric of her outfit—as beautiful as its luminescent shine was, it made for terrible grip when escaping from Childe’s hold. “Sorry, but traitors don’t get to wait.”

Traitors. Traitors!

Kokomi drummed her legs, failing to find purchase, as Childe’s hands wandered up her sides. Her mind jumped in a million directions, most of them pointing to danger flashing in her mind. “How dihehehed you knohahahahw?”

“I’m secretly the Hydro Archon.”

“ChihiHEHELDE!”

“I’m secretly the Abyss Archon?”

“ChiLEHEHEDEHEHE!”

“Okay, you’re the second person to scold me while laughing now. What’s up with that?” Childe sighed, mock shaking his head in despair. “You wound me, comrade, truly. With your betrayal and your words.”

She’s hadn’t even said anything! Kokomi squealed as his hands wandered under her arms, dancing along the fabric of her shirt, before teasing her shoulders beneath her choker. The sensation right beneath her neck was maddeningly almost close enough that she could protect it by ducking down, and yet just barely out of reach. “T-ThihiHIHIS isn’t fahahHAHAIR!”

He whistled. “All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it?”

The echo of her own thoughts brought back the thought of vengeance as Kokomi threw her weight against his stomach. Air escaped him in a surprised exhale before he gasped as she took the opportunity to flex her fingers beneath his thighs, clawing wherever she could reach.

He giggled, flailing. “H-hehehehehey! Watch it!”

“All’s fair, isn’t it?” Kokomi grinned. As expected, Childe flinched at her touch, legs spreading wider on instinct—a perfect opportunity to distract and escape. She swiveled on her feet to roll out, only to shriek as firm hands grasped onto her waist from behind and tug her back down.

“NahahahahahHAHA!”

“You’re right—all’s fair. Looks like I won’t be so gentle anymore.”

“You’re nohahaht geheHEHENTLEHEHE!” Kokomi’s reply broke off in a shout as he trailed his hands along her sides, dragging his knuckles back and forth over her ribs in a mimicry of counting them; brief victory flickering away from her grasp only seemed to amplify the sensations and her fists pounded the floor as she laughed. It tickled so terribly, her sides aching as tears began to build in her eyes, but still, the words of surrender refused to leave her mouth. It could have been stubbornness, righteousness, something else entirely.

She couldn’t give up. Not when she was so, so close to her prize.

“Wah?!”

Kokomi gasped as she fell back, shoulders hitting the floor as Childe’s grip on her released. She curled up, still laughing, hands immediately crossing to protect her ribs; rather than more teasing, instead she blinked at the sound of splashing water and his disappointed groan.

Childe had been splashed. He was out. Who’d won?

“Seriously, Sigewinne?”

Kokomi jerked her head up in surprise to see their resident Melusine smiling down at her, gun swinging in hand. Childe wiped the wet mess of hair stuck to his face behind her. “You shouldn’t bully others,” Sigewinne scolded him, before turning to her. “You looked like you needed some help!”

That she did. She smiled, relieved. “Thank you, Sigewinne. Are you the only one left?”

“Hmm… nope!”

“Who else is still in? Yelan or Xingqiu?” Kokomi asked, turning her head. At this point, a surprise attack by either of the two was overdue: she and Childe were certainly not quiet in their hiding spot the last several minutes. If anything, it was odd that they hadn’t been caught faster.

A spritz of water was her answer. Her neck could have cracked with the speed she jerked back to Sigewinne, jaw dropping, as the small girl, now wet with her own gun, giggled. “You are!”

“W-what?”

“You are!” Sigewinne repeated. “Me and you were the last ones, and now I’m out, so…”

That must have meant Sigewinne had taken out Yelan and Xingqiu, so of course they couldn’t have taken the time to capture Kokomi or Childe when they were clearly occupied. And if Sigewinne had found them entertaining (as she was oft to do), she wouldn’t have intervened until it seemed like their playtime was coming to an end. For the Melusine, it made sense. And now, Sigewinne had taken herself out, and so—

And so!

“I won?” Kokomi said, jaw dropping. “I won? I’m the last one? The only one not wet? Me?”

Sigewinne giggled. “You won!”

“Guess you’re getting that catalyst after all.” Childe grinned, poking her cheek. She hardly felt it with how wide her smile stretched. “Not bad, comrade.”

Kokomi’s eyes sparkled in victory. It wasn’t long before their fellow Hydro users returned from their various hiding spots, each dripping with more water than the last, and she laughed when they each hugged her until she was wet enough to create her own puddle. Victory never tasted sweeter than surrounded by her dear friends.