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It's pure torture, sitting in a salon chair. Eddie briefly wonders how women can endure all this treatment and how many of them experience their first homoerotic thoughts under a hairdresser's touch.

The only time anyone is this hands-on with him is during sex, and even then it wildly depends on the partner. His body can't comprehend that it's not a bedroom setting, despite the intimacy of drawn curtains and soft music, and that it is not the time to pop a boner. 

Thankfully, Stephanie swiftly distracts him with questions about his interests, which always works on his nerdy brain. The fact that she's no longer massaging shampoo into his scalp also helps.

"I'm going to cut about this much, okay?" she asks after a moment of brushing and D&D talk, holding up the ends of his hair so he can see. 

"Sure. There's so much of it you can cut more," he jokes but Stephanie cocks her head, pursing her mouth.

Gods he wishes she'd stop making her lips look so kissable. 

"Don't you want to grow them out even more? I think it would look good."

She could also stop praising his hair and overall look.

"You think I could pull off ass-long elvish hair?" he smiles at her mirror reflection. 

"Hm..." She looks at him completely seriously, plays with the hair around his face, and traces the line of his cheeks with the tips of her nails. Whatever vision of him Steph is conjuring in her mind, she seems to like it. "I think yes. Absolutely," she decides, but Eddie doesn't remember what he has just asked.

"Only the ends, then?" she asks, backing away so he can release the breath he's been holding.

"Yeah. Just the ends." He tries to nod, but she swiftly taps her comb on the top of his head. 

"Don't move your head unless I say so," she scolds him with a played-up frown.

"Yes ma'am," he's quick to agree. It's her kingdom and all that. Also, she's maneuvering sharp objects around his head. 

"Good boy," Stephanie smiles again and one of these sharp object might as well have just pierced his heart. 

He knows he won't leave this ordeal unscathed. 

"Could you dye just a streak of my hair? Some weird color, like red?"

Eddie can see her little smile in the mirror. It's a knowing smirk like she was anticipating that question, and this hint of condescension makes her look hot as Hell. 

"If you want red-red and not ginger-red, then I'd have to order the dye," she says, thoughtfully combing through his hair. Stephanie works fast, though, so he's pretty sure she should be done soon. There's another snip of her scissors before she straightens up to look at him properly. 

"As you can imagine, there aren't many adventurous metalheads in Hawkins to work on."

"I'll let you know that during longer breaks there are at least four."

Stephanie laughs.

"Your bandmates, right? But are they all as willing to experiment with their hair?" She raises her eyebrow, and she's suddenly up in his face. The counter behind her creaks under her weight and Eddie wonders how nice it would be to feel it on his lap.

"Well... Gareth's been growing it out," he offers. 

"If he has anything in mind, let me know," she smiles. "I should probably look more into what's new and hip among kids anyway."

"If you weren't holding scissors, I'd pinch you," Eddie scoffs. "New and hip among kids," he repeats under his breath. 

Stephanie rolls her eyes. 

"There's a big difference in hairstyles between Hawkins and Indianapolis though, you can't deny that." She straightens up again to wet her comb in the sink. "Close your eyes."

He does as he's told. 

"Would you want to be—" his breath catches embarrassingly when her damp fingers touch his chin to angle his head where she wants it. "—a hairdresser in a city like that?" he asks.

She hums in affirmation as she combs through his fringe. A stray droplet falls on his nose and she swipes it away with her finger. Eddie wants to lick it clean.

"I've been saving for a second salon, actually. The prices in the city are crazy though."

"Really?" Eddie raises his eyebrows since it's all he can do right now, considering there's a snip of scissors way too close to his eye. He thinks about having Stephanie up in Indianapolis with him. In the same city, that is, close enough to drop for a friendly visit. He could show her all his favorite places, too. 

She hums.

"Do you cut your fringe yourself?" she asks suddenly. 

Eddie sighs. 

"Does it show?"

"Not really," she chuckles. "You did a good job, honestly. It's slightly choppy, but it suits you, so I'm just gonna even it out and leave it like that."

"Oh. Thank you."

She hums again, snipping some hair by his left temple. 

"If I didn't like working with hair, staying here would be torture," she picks up their previous topic. "I got this place shortly before Robin had to move, and I felt stuck in Hawkins without her. But I'm making good money here so I figured I could save enough for a place over there." She combs his fringe again, snips once, and then he can hear a clank when she puts her tools away. 

"How much more do you need?" Eddie asks and then jumps when she touches his face again, dusting stray hair from his cheeks. 

"A bit," she says, but it sounds like more than that. "I was going to sell this place to add to it, but then Robin was talking about opening a chain, so now I'm training Joyce to take over here. Don't tell her though." She bops his nose suddenly, making him squeak. "It's kind of a surprise and I need time to figure it out. You can open your eyes."

Eddie blinks his eyes open and smiles as soon as he can see Stephanie again. But she moves aside, to reveal the mirror behind her. 

"I know it's not much, but is that okay?"

There's indeed not much of a difference, other than his hair being an inch or two shorter and his fringe laying a bit better against his skin. 

"Yes, I'm never cutting it by myself," he says, lightly brushing the hair framing his face with his fingers.

"I can totally do it for you whenever you visit," she agrees easily. "Now, do you want some color in your hair anyway? Because I could bleach that streak you want dyed later, but we would have to deal with the roots when you come back."

Eddie hums thoughtfully. 

"How light can you go? Can you give me like, a white Bride of Frankenstein streak?" 

Stephanie snorts at that. 

"I'm afraid not." She purses her lips, gently rubbing a lock of his damp hair between her fingers. "At least not with what I have on hand. Your hair isn't that thick but it's dark enough to be a challenge for bleaching. I may be good, but I'm not good enough to promise it wouldn't burn to a crisp." She smiles apologetically. 

"I'll wait for the red dye, then." Eddie shrugs. "No problem." 

"Okay. I'll grab the conditioner then, and we should be done soon." Stephanie pats his shoulder and he briefly considers asking her for something outlandish just to keep her working with his hair. 

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[rachel-sylvan-author]

Happy Women in Translation Month! ❤️ “I Who Have Never Known Men” by Jacqueline Harpman (French) “Drive your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead” by Olga Tokarczuk (Polish) “The Wall” by Marlen Haushofer (Austrian) “An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good” by Helene Tursten (Swedish) “Convenience Store Woman” by Sayaka Murata (Japanese) “The Traveling Cat Chronicles” by Hiro Arikawa (Japanese) “A Woman’s Story” by Annie Ernaux (French) “Childhood, Youth, Dependency” by Tove Ditlevsen (Danish) “My Brilliant Friend” by Elena Ferrante (Italian) “The Forbidden Notebook” by Alba de Céspedes (Cuban-Italian) “The Second Sex” by Simone de Beauvoir (French)

QOTD: Who is your favorite translated woman author, and your favorite book by them?

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I think Ezra Bridger and Ty Blackthorn would be good friends 😌

[dragon-chica]

Guess who picked up another freshly abandoned pregnant cat :)

[dragoneyes618]

So Lady Badgett is "a kind of cousin" of Cosimo Chant, which means she's related to Cat, and possibly even exists in Janet's world as well.

[silenthilllz]

i want an anime where there's a big monster girl whos not like half human and half animal, ya know the basic shitty anime hybrids they have

but like FULL MONSTER?

if the reverse can happen for animes, why cant i get hot monster lady with random man she found

[ladykailolu]

God this story is gonna be the end of me. I'm a die-hard cat lover and I've literally cried several times while reading this because it reminded me of my poor little Zelda-Belda who has gone ahead from this life and is now waiting for me from beyond the horizon.

[tea-and-cats-and-books]

The Shadowhunter Chronicles rated by Alec content:

The Infernal Devices

Alec hasn’t been born yet. A true tragedy for the characters living in this time- 0/10

The Last Hours

Alec still hasn’t been born yet, and did not time travel, so did not appear. This is very sad- 0/10

The Mortal Instruments

City of Bones- We’re introduced my grumpy precious little angel child- 10/10

City of Ashes- Alec continues to be the best even though nobody properly appreciates him- 10/10

City of Glass- Yay for Alec! - 10/10

City of Fallen Angels- Alec comes back from vacation and is still the best (plus I adore those postcards)- 10/10

City of Lost Souls- This book hurts my soul, and I need this to be fixed yesterday, but Alec is still better than everyone- 10/10

City of Heavenly Fire- Alec is 100% done with everyone and tells them what’s what and I love it. Alec wins at life- 10/10

The Bane Chronicles

Alec is adorable and perfect and I love him and wow I love reading him from Magnus’s point of view (even if those voicemails cause me great pain)- 10/10

Tales from Shadowhunter Academy

Alec and Simon talking and becoming proper friends + Born to Endless Night= A+++++++++++- 10/10

The Long Conversation

pouty, considering poisoning the punch, worrying about his family Alec- 10/10

The Dark Artifices

Lady Midnight- Magnus says he’s going to meet Alec in Buenos Aires and Emma sees Alec through a portal at the end- 10/10

Lord of Shadows- Alec becomes the temporary Head of the London Institute and is the best as always- 10/10

Queen of Air and Darkness- ALEC BECOMES CONSUL AND GETS MARRIED AND IS THE BEST FICTIONAL CHARACTER EVER- 10/10

A Love That Never Tires

Alec hanging out with Jace towards the end of his wedding party- 10/10

Ghosts of the Shadow Market

BABY ALEC HIDING BEHIND A VASE AND THE LAND I LOST- 10/10

The Eldest Curses

ALEC IS A MAIN CHARACTER-  ∞/10

The Red Scrolls of Magic- ALEC IS BASICALLY A FAIRY TALE PRINCE, EXCEPT BETTER BECAUSE HE IS ALEC, AND THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 -  ∞/10

The Lost Book of the White- ALEC GOES ON AND ADVENTURE WITH THE PEOPLE HE LOVES MOST AS THE MAIN CHARACTER AND IS BEST DAD, BEST HUSBAND BOYFRIEND AND SAVES THE DAY LIKE THE FAIRY TALE PRINCE HE IS  💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖-  ∞/10

Secrets of Blackthorn Hall- Alec goes on a well deserved vacation with his family- 10/10

The Wicked Powers

haven’t been written yet, but Alec will be there, so- 10/10

The Shadowhunters Codex

A list of Alec’s stats is included- 10/10

Not for Humans

Alec having to deal with his idiot of a parabatai and not noticing a drunk Magnus checking him out- 10/10

Kissed

💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 - 10/10

A History of Notable Shadowhunters & Denziens of Downworld: Told in the Language of Flowers

Alec threw Magnus a surprise birthday party where the guests were cats- 10/10

Classics Reimagined in the World of the Shadowhunters

Alec is Snow White- 10/10

[novaursa]

The Second Daughter (the lady of the west)

- Summary: You were born as a second daughter under the watchful eye of a full moon. And just like the moon you were beautiful—and cursed to exist only in the dark.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Previous part: home

- Next part: herald's gifts

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @l3thal-l0lita @ninihrtss @barnes70stark

From the Chronicles of the Realm: The Princess of the Rock

Grand Maester Tommas writes:

"The arrival of Princess Y/N Targaryen to Casterly Rock marked a momentous occasion in the history of House Lannister. As both a princess of the royal bloodline and the newly wedded Lady of Casterly Rock, her presence was seen as a bridge between two of the realm’s most powerful houses.

In the weeks following her arrival, the princess demonstrated remarkable adaptability despite her well-documented blindness. With the assistance of Lady Leonella Lannister, the household staff, and her own ladies, Marna and Alys, the princess familiarized herself with the vast halls and corridors of the Rock. It was said that she moved with a grace that belied her lack of sight, guided by her keen senses and the careful descriptions provided by her companions.

She quickly endeared herself to the servants and retainers with her quiet demeanor and kind words. Even the guards who had initially regarded her dragon, Silverwing, with unease found themselves speaking of the princess with respect and admiration. The sight of her standing on the cliffs beside the great silver beast became a symbol of the newfound strength and unity of House Lannister."

Mushroom recounts:

"Ah, the little dragon princess settling into the lion’s den—what a tale! Word reached me even in King’s Landing of how she adjusted to life among the golden-haired pride. They say she walked the halls of Casterly Rock as though she could see every stone and tapestry, and that her husband, the ever-proud Jason Lannister, hovered about her like a lion guarding his most prized prey.

Now, let’s not pretend this union was all diplomacy and duty. Jason Lannister, smug as a cat with cream, was said to dote on her in ways that made even the most seasoned courtiers blush. ‘She’s my flame,’ he was heard saying more than once, much to the amusement (and occasional annoyance) of his family.

And in the bedchamber? Oh, don’t think I’ll skip over that. Servants whispered of Jason’s refusal to leave her side most nights, his booming laughter and the occasional muffled giggle of the princess escaping through the heavy doors of their chambers. I may not have witnessed it myself, but trust me when I say the Rock hasn’t seen such passion since Lann the Clever himself."

Lady Ellyn Lefford  writes in her memoirs:

"As a bannerman of House Lannister, I had the privilege of meeting Princess Y/N shortly after her arrival at the Rock. Despite her blindness, she carried herself with the poise and dignity befitting her station, her voice soft but commanding respect.

I observed how she navigated her new role as Lady of Casterly Rock with an impressive balance of humility and authority. She attended council meetings alongside Lord Jason, offering insight when necessary but never overstepping her bounds. Her understanding of the political intricacies of the realm was subtle yet effective—a testament to her Targaryen heritage and the education she received at court.

One particular moment stands out in my memory. During a feast held in her honor, a visiting lord made an ill-advised comment about her inability to oversee the Rock effectively due to her blindness. Without missing a beat, she replied, ‘I may not see as you do, my lord, but I assure you, I observe more than you might think.’ The hall erupted in applause, and the lord’s face turned as red as the wine in his goblet."

Maester Tommas continues:

"The princess’s bond with Silverwing also became a point of fascination for the people of the West. The great dragon, who made her perch on the cliffs overlooking the Rock, was often seen flying above the castle or basking in the sunlight. It was said that the princess visited her dragon daily, speaking to her in High Valyrian and running her hands over the smooth scales as if drawing strength from the creature.

This bond inspired both awe and fear among the Lannister bannermen. While some saw Silverwing as a symbol of power, others whispered concerns about the potential for fire and blood should the princess’s loyalties ever be tested. Jason Lannister, however, was quick to reassure his vassals, emphasizing that the princess and her dragon were protectors of the Rock, not threats to it."

Mushroom concludes:

"But let me tell you the juiciest part, for I know that’s what you came for. Jason Lannister, the proud lion, didn’t just settle for being her husband—he became her shadow. Servants spoke of how he refused to let her dine alone, often carrying her plate himself if she seemed too weary. He’d boast to his family about her beauty, her wit, her dragon, and even her embroidery, as though she had stitched the sun itself into a banner for him.

And the princess? She seemed to take to her new role with quiet strength. But don’t let her calm demeanor fool you—there’s fire in that one, mark my words. Between her dragon, her poise, and the undeniable devotion of her husband, the princess of the Rock is not one to be underestimated. If the lions think they’ve tamed the dragon, they might one day find themselves scorched."

Conclusion by Maester Tommas:

"Though her initial days at Casterly Rock were marked by transition and adjustment, Princess Y/N Targaryen has quickly proven herself as a capable and beloved Lady of the Rock. Her marriage to Jason Lannister has solidified the bond between House Targaryen and House Lannister, creating a foundation for what many hope will be a prosperous and enduring alliance."

From the Chronicles of the Realm: A Lion’s Heir in the Making

Grand Maester Tommas writes:

"Four moons after the union of Lord Jason Lannister and Princess Y/N Targaryen, word reached King’s Landing that the princess was with child. The news spread swiftly through the court, carried by ravens and eager tongues alike, and it was met with a flurry of emotions among the royal family.

King Viserys I Targaryen was said to have been overcome with joy upon hearing the news. 'My Y/N is giving us another light,' he reportedly said, tears streaming down his face as he clutched the raven’s missive. The king, always tender-hearted when it came to his daughters, immediately ordered a grand feast to be prepared in honor of the announcement, though the princess herself was far away in Casterly Rock.

Not all in the Red Keep greeted the news with the same exuberance. Prince Aegon, known for his unguarded tongue, was overheard grumbling about the 'predicament' of his favorite sister, declaring that she should not have married at all if it meant she would be 'taken from her family and forced into such things.' The boy’s displeasure, though genuine, was met with laughter by some of the courtiers, who saw it as the petulance of youth. Still, those closer to the royal family noted his lingering attachment to his elder sister and his unease at her absence."

Mushroom recounts:

"Ah, the news of the princess’s impending babe hit King’s Landing like a storm in the Stepstones! The lords and ladies of the court clucked their tongues and whispered behind their goblets, each with their own opinion on the matter.

The King? Oh, he wept like a babe himself. I was there when he read the raven, tears dripping into his wine as he muttered blessings for his daughter. ‘A grandchild,’ he said. ‘A union of lion and dragon.’ But for all his joy, there was a shadow in the room. Rhaenyra, the Princess of Dragonstone, looked pale as milk when she heard the news.

And why, you ask? Because Rhaenyra remembered too well the cries of her mother, Queen Aemma, in her final moments. ‘Childbirth is a battlefield,’ Queen Aemma had once said, and those words lingered in her daughter’s mind. Rhaenyra feared for her sister’s wellbeing, her thoughts no doubt haunted by memories of the blood and screams that had stolen their mother away.

As for the boy prince, Aegon, he sulked about the Red Keep like a pup denied his favorite bone. ‘Why should she have to suffer?’ he demanded of anyone who would listen. ‘She’s my sister, not some broodmare for the lions!’ Bless the boy, but he’s got a temper to match his grandsire."

Lady Laena Velaryon (letter to her twin brother, Ser Laenor Velaryon):

"I have heard the news of Princess Y/N’s child, and though the court rejoices, I cannot help but feel a pang of worry for her. Though she is a dragon in spirit, she is still flesh and blood. The death of her mother, Queen Aemma, left its mark on all who loved her, and I fear that shadow now falls over her daughters.

Rhaenyra has confided in me that she prays daily for her sister’s health. She has sent ravens to Casterly Rock, urging the maesters there to exercise every precaution. ‘She is stronger than I am,’ Rhaenyra said to me, ‘but even the strongest of us are not invincible.’

May the gods bless Princess Y/N and her child, and may her dragon’s fire protect her through the trials to come."

Grand Maester Tommas continues:

"Meanwhile, at Casterly Rock, the announcement of the princess’s pregnancy was met with great celebration. Lord Jason Lannister, ever the proud husband, was said to have declared to his bannermen, 'A lion and a dragon together—we’ll have a child with the strength of stone and the fire of the gods.'

The maesters of the Rock, led by Maester Halford, began preparations to ensure the princess’s health. Halford noted her resilience, writing in his records, 'The princess, though blind, possesses a fortitude unmatched by many. She has shown no signs of frailty thus far, and her demeanor remains calm and assured. Lord Jason’s devotion to her is evident; he rarely leaves her side and has instructed all within the castle to attend to her every need.'

Silverwing, the princess’s dragon, continued to perch on the cliffs of Casterly Rock, a silent but imposing guardian. Her presence was said to calm the princess, who often spent time speaking to her in High Valyrian, her hands tracing the dragon’s scales as though seeking strength from the ancient creature."

Mushroom concludes:

"Now, what does this all mean for the realm? A babe of both lion and dragon blood could change the tides of power—or so the lords whisper. But let’s not forget, a babe must be born first, and the battlefield of the birthing bed is no small matter.

As for the princess herself, I hear she remains composed, though the servants at the Rock say she clings to her dragon more often these days. And her husband? Jason Lannister struts about like he’s already won the Grand Tourney. Let’s hope his pride doesn’t come before a fall, for this story is far from over. The lions and dragons may rejoice now, but storms are always brewing."

The late afternoon sun bathed the cliffs of Casterly Rock in golden light, the distant sound of waves crashing against stone a steady backdrop to the bustling castle. Inside your chambers, the air was still and warm, the faint scent of lavender lingering from the tea Alys had prepared earlier. You sat on a cushioned chair near the hearth, your hands lightly resting over the soft fabric of your gown, just below your ribcage, where your body had begun to change. Though you had suspected it for moons, the confirmation had brought a mixture of emotions—joy, apprehension, and a faint flicker of fear.

Marna bustled about the room, her movements purposeful as she placed a small platter of dried fruits and cheese on the table beside you. “You’ve barely eaten today, princess,” she said gently. “You need to keep your strength.”

You smiled faintly, turning your face toward her voice. “Thank you, Marna. I’ll eat something soon.”

Marna hesitated, her motherly concern evident even in her silence. “It’s not just for you anymore,” she reminded softly. “There’s a little one relying on you now.”

Your hand instinctively moved to rest against your abdomen, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “I know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “It still feels… strange to say it out loud.”

The sound of the door opening drew your attention, and you recognized Jason’s familiar footfalls as he entered. His tone was light as he called out, “There you are. I thought I might have to search the entire Rock for you.”

You laughed softly, the sound easing the tension that had been lingering in your chest. “I haven’t moved from this chair all afternoon.”

Jason crossed the room in a few quick strides, and you felt the warmth of his presence as he knelt beside you. His hand found yours, his grip firm yet tender. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his green eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m alright,” you assured him, your fingers tightening briefly around his. “It’s… a lot to take in, but I’m adjusting.”

Jason leaned closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

You nodded, your lips pressing together as you struggled to put your thoughts into words. “I’ve been thinking about my mother,” you admitted finally. “About what happened to her.”

Jason’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening for a moment before he softened, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “Your mother was a strong woman,” he said. “And you are just as strong, if not more. But you don’t have to face this with fear. We’ll have the best maesters, the best care—you’ll be safe.”

“I know,” you said, though the lingering shadows of doubt still clung to you. “But I can’t help thinking of her. Of what she went through.”

Jason’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his voice steady. “And that’s why I’ll make sure nothing like that happens to you. You’re not alone in this, Y/N. You never will be.”

His words brought a swell of emotion to your chest, and you smiled faintly, the tension easing just a little. “Thank you,” you murmured. “It helps, hearing you say that.”

Jason rose, his hand still clasped in yours as he pulled you gently to your feet. “Come,” he said, his voice lighter now. “Let’s walk. The fresh air will do you good.”

You allowed him to guide you, your steps slow as you adjusted to the weight of your changing body. The castle corridors felt less imposing with Jason at your side, his arm steadying you as you moved toward one of the balconies overlooking the sea.

As the salty breeze brushed against your face, you inhaled deeply, letting the air fill your lungs. Jason stood beside you, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulled you closer.

“You’ve been through so much already,” he said quietly. “But I’ve never doubted your strength, Y/N. And I won’t let anything happen to you or our child.”

You turned toward him, your unseeing eyes lifting to meet his. “I believe you,” you said softly. “And I’ll do my part to keep us both safe.”

He smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. The two of you stood there, the sea stretching endlessly before you, a reminder of both the challenges and the possibilities that lay ahead. Though the road would not be without its trials, you felt a spark of hope take root, bolstered by Jason’s unwavering support and the bond growing within you.

One Day Later

The faint hum of activity echoed through the stone corridors of Casterly Rock, the sound of distant footsteps, the rustle of fabric, and the clink of goblets carried by servants. Though the fortress was vast, its once-daunting halls had become familiar to you, their twists and turns imprinted on your mind through weeks of patient learning and careful guidance. Now, you moved through the Rock with confidence, your steps steady as Marna followed a respectful distance behind, ready to assist if needed but allowing you the space to lead.

You paused near a high window where the sun poured through, warming the stone beneath your fingers. The salt-tinged breeze drifting in carried the distant cry of seabirds, a sound that had become a daily companion. Turning your head toward Marna’s light footsteps, you smiled faintly.

“Another bright day,” you remarked softly. “The wind feels calmer than usual.”

Marna, ever attentive, nodded. “It is, my lady. Perfect for holding court, if I may say.”

You laughed gently, continuing toward the hall where Jason had asked for your presence during the morning’s petitions. As you passed through the grand corridor, a pair of guards bowed respectfully, their armor clinking softly.

“Good morning, Princess,” one of them greeted.

“Good morning,” you replied, inclining your head in their direction. The warmth in their tone told you that your presence had become a familiar and welcome sight.

When you reached the great hall, the bustle of activity grew louder. Lords and stewards, bannermen and merchants, all awaited their turn to speak. The grand chamber smelled faintly of beeswax and fresh rushes, mingling with the aroma of spiced wine. Jason was already seated at the high table, his golden hair catching the morning light. He stood as you entered, his smile warm and proud.

“You’ve grown quicker, my love,” he teased gently, descending the steps to meet you.

“Perhaps,” you replied with a small smirk. “Or perhaps I’ve simply learned my way.”

Jason chuckled, offering his arm. “In either case, you make an entrance that puts the rest of us to shame.”

He led you to the seat beside his, where a servant pulled out a chair and helped guide you gently. Jason leaned close, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Your presence lends this hall more dignity than I ever could. You’re making quite the impression.”

You smiled, settling comfortably. “Then I hope I can live up to it.”

The first petitioner approached soon after—a merchant seeking permission to increase his trade routes across Lannister lands. You listened attentively as Jason posed questions, his voice measured and authoritative. When the merchant hesitated over specifics, you interjected softly.

“Your proposed route overlaps with another merchant’s claim,” you said, recalling a detail from a previous meeting. “Perhaps an alternative path could be agreed upon to avoid disputes.”

The merchant blinked, startled by your insight, before bowing deeply. “Of course, Princess. Your wisdom is most welcome.”

Jason’s green eyes sparkled with pride as he glanced at you. “Well said,” he murmured.

As the petitions continued, your confidence grew. Each interaction further solidified your place as Lady of Casterly Rock, and the respect of those who came before you was evident in their deferential tones and careful words.

Later, as the hall began to empty and the morning’s business concluded, Jason turned to you, his expression softening. “You’ve taken to this better than I ever could have imagined.”

“It helps to have a patient guide,” you replied, your tone teasing.

He laughed, his hand brushing over yours. “Still, you’ve done more than just adapt—you’ve thrived.”

Before you could respond, the doors opened once more, and Lady Leonella entered, her steps as confident as always. “There you are,” she said warmly, her gaze flicking between you and Jason. “I hear you’ve been quite the team this morning.”

“She’s brilliant,” Jason said without hesitation. “I may have to start worrying she’ll outshine me.”

Leonella chuckled, approaching to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. “I never doubted it. You’ve brought something new to the Rock, Y/N—something we didn’t realize we were missing.”

You smiled, her words filling you with a quiet pride. “I’m only doing my part.”

“And doing it well,” Leonella said firmly. “Now, if you’ve finished here, the kitchens have prepared something special for midday. You must keep your strength, especially now.”

Jason rose, extending a hand to help you to your feet. “Mother’s right, as always. Let’s eat. You’ve earned it.”

The dining chamber was warm and inviting, its high windows letting in the afternoon sunlight that danced across the golden dishes and crimson tablecloth. The meal was modest by Casterly Rock’s usual standards but still rich with flavors—spiced venison, fresh-baked bread, and a delicate stew fragrant with herbs. A pitcher of honeyed wine rested near the center of the table, and the faint aroma of lemon cakes lingered as a servant placed a tray of them nearby.

Jason sat at your side, his goblet of wine half-forgotten as he spoke animatedly with his mother. Lady Leonella’s eyes sparkled with delight, her hair pinned back elegantly. She leaned forward, her hands clasped lightly on the table.

“I still cannot believe it,” she said, her voice warm. “A grandchild on the way. It feels like a blessing from the Seven themselves.”

You smiled softly, your hand resting on the slight swell of your abdomen. “It still feels surreal to me,” you admitted, your tone gentle. “But knowing how happy it makes you all… it eases my nerves.”

Jason reached over, his hand covering yours. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N,” he reminded you, his voice steady and affectionate. “We’ll face everything together.”

Leonella nodded, her gaze full of maternal pride. “You’ve already brought so much light to this family, my dear. And now, a child—our future. I couldn’t have asked for more.”

Jason chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “If she keeps winning your favor like this, Mother, I may become irrelevant.”

Leonella laughed lightly, her tone teasing. “Don’t worry, Jason. You’ll always be my eldest son, even if you are occasionally insufferable.”

Before Jason could retort, the door to the solar opened, and one of his men entered, his expression measured but purposeful. The man bowed briefly, his armor catching the light. “My lord,” he said, his tone respectful but urgent. “Lord Allard Reyne has arrived. He requests an audience to discuss the mines bordering your lands and his.”

Jason stiffened, his relaxed demeanor evaporating as his jaw tightened. “Allard Reyne,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with irritation. “Of course he’d choose now to show his face.”

Leonella’s brow furrowed, her gaze flicking to Jason. “What’s the matter, Jason? Allard is hardly a threat.”

Jason leaned forward, his expression grim. “He’s not a threat, but he’s a thorn in my side. That man would argue over a blade of grass if it suited him. The mines on our border have been a source of contention for years, and every time we reach an agreement, he finds some way to stir up trouble.”

The guard shifted slightly, sensing Jason’s rising frustration. “Shall I send him away, my lord?”

Jason let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “No,” he said finally, his tone resigned. “If we don’t address this now, it’ll only fester. Show him to the hall. I’ll meet him shortly.”

The guard bowed and left the room, leaving a tense silence in his wake. Jason turned back to the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood.

Leonella placed a calming hand on his arm. “Jason, you mustn’t let him provoke you. Handle this matter with the patience your father always admired in you.”

Jason huffed a faint laugh. “Patience is the last thing I feel when it comes to Allard. But I’ll do my best.”

You reached for his hand, your touch grounding him. “Perhaps this time will be different,” you offered gently. “If nothing else, you’ll have the chance to show him your strength and resolve.”

Jason’s green eyes softened as he looked at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You always see the best in people, Y/N. I’ll try to borrow some of that faith.”

Leonella rose gracefully from her chair. “I’ll leave you to prepare, Jason. And Y/N,” she added, turning to you with a warm smile, “rest while you can. You have enough to think about without dealing with stubborn lords.”

You smiled back. “Thank you, Leonella.”

As Jason escorted his mother to the door, he glanced back at you. “I won’t let this keep me long,” he said firmly. “We’ll continue our day after I deal with Allard.”

You nodded, watching him go, his broad shoulders set with determination. Though the prospect of Lord Allard Reyne’s visit clearly weighed on him, you couldn’t help but feel a quiet pride in the way Jason carried himself—with strength, honor, and an unwavering sense of duty.

The great hall of Casterly Rock was quiet save for the faint crackle of the hearth and the low murmur of voices as Jason strode in. At the far end of the room stood Lord Allard Reyne, his crimson doublet embroidered with the sigil of his house—a red lion rampant. His eyes scanned the hall with a calculating gaze, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as Jason approached.

Allard turned and inclined his head in a mock bow. “Lord Jason,” he greeted, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of condescension. “Always a pleasure to visit the Rock.”

Jason’s jaw tightened as he took his place at the head of the hall, standing tall and composed despite the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface. “Allard,” he said curtly, gesturing to a seat near the table. “You’ve come to discuss the mines, I assume.”

Allard chuckled softly, his steps deliberate as he approached the offered seat but chose to remain standing. “Ah, straight to business. You’ve not changed a bit, Jason. I remember when we had the pleasure of discussing… other matters during the princess’s visit.”

Jason’s green eyes hardened, though he maintained a measured tone. “That was a long time ago, Allard. We’re here to discuss the mines, not revisit old conversations.”

Allard’s smirk widened, his confidence unshaken. “Indeed. Though I must admit, the memory of her visit lingers. The princess was a vision, wasn’t she? I daresay half the realm envied you when you secured her favor.”

Jason’s patience thinned, his tone dropping to a dangerous calm. “My wife is beyond reproach, and I won’t have her dragged into petty posturing.”

“Petty?” Allard said, feigning offense. “I merely meant to acknowledge her grace. Though, if memory serves, I did attempt to warn her about certain… qualities of yours. Stubbornness, for one. And an aversion to compromise.”

Jason stepped forward, his voice like steel. “If you’ve come to throw insults, you’ve wasted your time. If you have a genuine grievance, speak it plainly.”

Allard raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk fading slightly. “Very well. The mines. Our lands share a border, and as you well know, the richest vein lies along that edge. My men report that your workers have been encroaching on our side. Naturally, I’d prefer to avoid conflict.”

Jason crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. “Your men’s reports are mistaken. My workers know the boundaries well and have no reason to stray. If there’s been a misunderstanding, I’ll send someone to investigate.”

Allard tilted his head, considering. “An investigation? How diplomatic of you. Though I can’t help but wonder—how long before this investigation conveniently swings in your favor?”

Jason’s hands tightened into fists, but he kept his composure. “Careful, Allard. You’re treading dangerous ground.”

“And you’re avoiding the heart of the matter,” Allard shot back, his tone sharpening. “These mines are vital, Jason. To both our houses. Surely we can find a way to benefit mutually.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed. “You mean for me to cede part of the claim to you.”

Allard smiled thinly. “A reasonable proposal, don’t you think? A show of goodwill between lions.”

Jason stepped closer, his presence towering. “You mistake my patience for weakness, Allard. These mines are in my lands. Any agreement we reach will be on my terms.”

The tension in the room crackled like a drawn bowstring, and for a moment, neither man spoke. Then Allard’s smile returned, though it no longer reached his eyes. “So, the great Jason Lannister digs his heels in once again. Very well, I’ll wait for your investigation. But don’t think this matter is resolved. The Reynes have long memories.”

Jason didn’t flinch. “And the Lannisters have long claws. Remember that.”

Allard inclined his head mockingly. “A pleasure, as always, Jason. Do give my regards to the princess. A shame she isn’t here to grace us with her presence. Perhaps she might have convinced you to be more reasonable.”

Jason’s expression darkened further, his voice low. “Leave my wife out of this.”

With a final smirk, Allard turned and strode toward the doors, his crimson cloak trailing behind him. Jason remained where he stood, his fists clenched and his jaw tight, until the heavy doors closed behind the departing lord.

One of Jason’s retainers approached cautiously, his voice tentative. “Shall I arrange for the investigation, my lord?”

Jason exhaled slowly, forcing himself to relax. “Yes. Send men to the border and report back with anything they find. I won’t give Allard an inch without proof.”

As the hall emptied, Jason’s thoughts lingered on Allard’s parting words, his frustration mingling with a fierce protectiveness. He would ensure that Casterly Rock—and you—remained secure, no matter what schemes the Reynes might devise.

The private bath was warm, steam rising in delicate tendrils from the surface of the water. The chamber was lit softly by candles placed in alcoves along the walls, their flickering light reflecting off the smooth stone and casting the room in a amber glow. The faint scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, soothing your senses as you leaned back against Jason, the warmth of the water enveloping you both.

His arms were loosely draped around you, his chest pressed against your back as you rested against him. The tension in his body, however, had not gone unnoticed, even as his fingers absently traced patterns on your arm.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said softly, tilting your head slightly toward him. “What’s on your mind?”

Jason sighed, his breath warm against your shoulder. “Allard Reyne,” he admitted, his tone clipped. “He arrived today, claiming there’s a dispute over the mines near the border of our lands.”

You frowned slightly, turning your face toward him. “What sort of dispute?”

Jason’s arms tightened around you, his irritation evident. “He claims my men have been encroaching on Reyne territory. It’s nonsense, of course. Allard just wants leverage to wrest control of the mines—or part of them—away from us.”

You could feel the annoyance radiating from him, his voice growing sharper with each word. “He’s always been a thorn in my side. Even back when you visited Casterly Rock, he was scheming, trying to turn your favor away from me. The man thrives on provoking others.”

You reached up, your fingers brushing against his hand where it rested on your arm. “And he clearly hasn’t succeeded,” you said gently. “You’re Lord of Casterly Rock. Those mines are yours, and he knows it. Don’t let him bait you.”

Jason exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving his body at your touch. “It’s infuriating,” he muttered. “The audacity of him, walking in here and acting like he has the upper hand.”

You turned fully in his arms, your hands coming to rest lightly on his chest. “Jason,” you said softly, your voice calm but firm. “You’ve always been stronger and smarter than men like Allard. He thrives on chaos, but you command respect. That’s why he’s so desperate—because he knows he can’t match you.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you, the frustration in his expression easing. “You always know what to say,” he murmured, his voice low.

“It’s only the truth,” you replied with a small smile. “Don’t let him ruin this moment for us.”

Jason’s lips quirked into a faint smile as his hands slid to your waist beneath the water. “You have a way of making me forget everything else, you know that?”

You leaned closer, your fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. “Then let me help you forget,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his.

The kiss began softly, his mouth warm and firm against yours, but it quickly deepened, the heat between you matching the warmth of the water. Jason’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as you straddled his lap, the intimacy of the moment dissolving the last of his worries.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You’re a good man, Jason,” you replied, your breath hitching as his lips trailed down your neck. “That’s all you’ve ever needed to be.”

His hands roamed over your body, his touch both reverent and possessive as he kissed you again, this time with more urgency. The water sloshed gently as he shifted, guiding you closer until there was no space left between you.

When your bodies finally joined, the connection was electric, a shared rhythm that left no room for words. His hands supported you, his movements careful yet fervent, as though trying to pour every unspoken feeling into this moment. You held onto him, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as the heat between you built, drowning out everything else.

As the tension crested, Jason whispered your name like a prayer, his voice filled with devotion. The world seemed to still around you as you reached that shared peak, the connection between you feeling unbreakable.

Afterward, he held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as the water settled around you both. The irritation that had plagued him earlier was gone, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment.

“Thank you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“For what?” you asked softly, resting your head against his chest.

“For reminding me of what truly matters,” he said, his voice steady. “And for being the one thing Allard Reyne—or anyone else—can never take from me.”

You smiled, your hand brushing over his heart. “Always,” you promised, the word carrying the weight of your love and devotion.

[sondheim-girly]

Podcast roundup with the cast and creatives of the outsiders musical

These are all of the podcast interviews that I’ve found! I’ve listened to almost all of these, but there are a few that I found recently and haven’t gotten around to yet. There's a mixture of recent podcasts and ones that are from several years ago :) please let me know if I missed any!

Melody Rose:

-people who are somehow important to my well-being

-the wrong cat died

-from the mezzanine

-backstage with Becca B 

Emma Pittman:

-drama with Connor and Dylan macdowell

-backstage with Becca B

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

-overtures a live-streamed show

-whisper in the wings

-little known facts (w/ danya)

-the theater podcast

-The Broadway cast x2 (once with dan&kwp, once with past Roxies)

-oh my pod you guys

Kevin William Paul:

-backstage with Becca b

-breaking the curtain

-the Broadway cast (w/ emma&dan)

Jason Schmidt:

-backstage with Becca b

-the man cave chronicles 

-drama with Connor and Dylan macdowell

-the theater podcast

-pop culture unplugged 

Sarahgrace Mariani:

-backstage with Becca B

-breaking the curtain

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

Dan Berry:

-from the mezzanine 

-breaking the curtain

-the Broadway cast (w/ kwp&emma)

Barton Cowperthwaite:

-popternative

-call time

-dance and stuff

-why I’ll never make it x2

Victor Carrillo Tracey:

-from B.A. to Broadway

-backstage with Becca B

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

Wonza Johnson:

-the B list

Brent Comer:

-Breaking the curtain

-the theater podcast 

-built for the stage

-from the mezzanine 

-the quite part out loud

Trevor Wayne:

-breaking the curtain

Brody Grant:

-the theater podcast

Tilly Evans-Kruger

-backstage with Becca b

-words that move me

-Keith prices curtain call

Jordan Chin:

-built for the stage

Aramie Payton:

-now let’s talk

Anna Bermudez:

-People who are somehow important to my wellbeing

She also has her own podcast called “the triangle diaries”

John Patrick Collins:

-the ladies who brunch (x2)

Danya Taymor:

-breaking broadway 

-stages podcast

-little known facts (w/ emma)

-the theater podcast 

-Theater uncorked

-variety stagecraft

Justin Levine:

-the theater podcast

Kupermans:

-behind the awards

-the theater podcast 

-Q with Tom Power

-American theaters off script

Brie Leftwich:

-Jillian’s reprise x2

-down the yellow brick pod

-off book

-the Broadway vlogs podcast

[hana-no-seiiki]

COMME ON FAIT SON LIT, ON SE COUCHE.

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ PAIRING: YAN! NEUVILETTE x SCUM! READER (ft. yan! other characters + mystery major pairing)

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈. ✧ TW/CW: Typical Yandere Themes: Stalking, Delulu, Yun’s vv broken French. Canon Divergence.

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ SYNOPSIS: When given the power to flood the world with your admirer’s tears and skip work, who were you to reject it? | This happens prior to the Archon Quest

dedicated for le sims ( @o-tears-o-tides ) , aka the object of my platonic love and affection. happy birthday employee!!

Fucking with Neuvilette was your lifestyle. Figuratively that is. You wanted him to work harder if you were to provide him with the more literal definition of the term but regardless —

— making him suffer was your favorite hobby.

You held the prestigious role of documenter at the esteemed Palais Mermonia, where the dramatic tale of "Furina's Courtroom Crying Sessions" unfolded under the watchful eye of Neuvilette. In addition to chronicling these legal theatrics, your literary talents blossomed, weaving novels and insightful commentaries based on the trials you meticulously transcribed. This dual creative and professional endeavor earned you a devoted following throughout Teyvat and established influential connections with prominent figures across the nation.

Your relationship with Monsieur Neuvilette started off differently than what many would assume. Those privy to your early interactions could discern an undeniable enchantment on your part towards this man. Undoubtedly, he exuded an aura of elegance, elevated prestige, and an unwavering work ethic, all of which captivated admirers across the spectrum of society. His demeanor possessed an intoxicating allure for young ladies and gentlemen alike, leaving an indelible mark of respect and awe upon those fortunate enough to witness it.

“Monsieur Neuvilette.”

You greeted him with a slight bow, resisting the urge to smile at his presence. He reminded you a bit of someone from back home. A man that you’d do anything to receive a single praise from.

“Ah, Mx. [Y/N] to what do I owe you the pleasure?” He looked up from his documents. He too had to resist the urge to beam at your form. After all you were one of if not the only person he felt like he could never have enough time with.

“It’s just that I thought you’d be home by now. In any case I have this coffee a friend gave me but I can’t drink it . . .” You looked to the side, breaking off eye contact from your superior. He would have frowned at the action had it not been accompanied by a sweet gesture of yours. You always excused your good deeds with some nonsense about self-interest but he knew you well enough that he could see through it all.

“Thank you.”

Then, you realized that it rained whenever he felt sad.

And when there’re intense rains there would be no work.

And when there was no work, you could stay at home or go out and do whatever the hell you want.

Also he liked you and whatever but that was besides the point! You could slack off and fulfill your sadistic needs.

And so began your journey to find what made your senior co-worker tick. Most of the time it was when you gave other people your attention ( aside from Furina for some reason ). A single headpat towards either Freminet or Lynette caused some light rain. Rejecting his advances caused the skies to stay blanketed for hours. Whenever you were absent it poured cats and dogs.

And lastly, when you and Lyney were practically fucking with words it was as if the Raiden Shogun herself was here to cry alongside him.

The man practically saw you as more valuable than the water he drowns himself with.

It was all you ever wanted and more.

Despite your excessive amounts of free time, you still found yourself to be stressed and tired. Due to your high profile job and connections, it was a must to move from place to place frequently as to avoid paparazzi among other dangers to your health and privacy.

You were planning to check the Fortress of Meropide that day to . . . have a date with Lyney. Don’t look at me like that! You two are the ones with the weird taste in scenery.

“Oh! Your Grace. How do you fare?” You bowed politely. You could feel the glare from the magician beside you burning as bright as his vision.

The man was a menacing person from looks to begin with, but there were also other reasons you often felt something crawl up your spine whenever you two met.

He always stared at you like you had done something wrong. When he was the former criminal between you two! Really, what a crude man. His trial was one of the biggest hits of your career so at least you had that to owe to him.

You still remove the chills you felt when he simply admitted his guilt.

“Mx. [L/N]. I was told to deliver this to you.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that the Duke of Meropide also worked as part-time delivery men.”

“Trust me, this is works for my own self interest more than the sender.”

You gave him a pointed look. Well those words didn’t seem suspicious at all. You shrugged as you examined the object. A letter. Cold pressed paper — the expensive kind too, bound together by stamped blue wax and what seemed to be a miniature lakelight lily.

Inside — in the most elegant cursive you’ve ever seen — was . . . a poem. It read as follows;

Ma gouttelette du ciel,

Telle une étoile dans la nuit,

Ton amour est mon miel,

Dans ton regard, tout est infini.

Tes sourires, doux rayons du jour,

Illuminent mes jours comme un phare,

Dans ce monde, tu es mon seul séjour,

Ton amour est ma plus belle fanfare.

La tendresse de tes mains,

L'éclat de ton rire mélodieux,

Sont pour moi de précieux biens,

Qui éclairent ma vie, radieux.

Ma gouttelette du ciel,

Dans ton amour, je m'égare,

Ton essence est mon miel,

Chaque moment avec toi est un phare.

It only took one line for you to recognize Neuvilette’s work. His water tasting hobbies was somewhat common knowledge to the public, and Lyney was less of a poem man and more of a showy partner.

And so, after making sure his eyes were on you, you ripped it apart.

“That’s a bit too harsh is it not?” Lyney spoke with a nagging tone, yet his eyes were filled with the utmost delight.

“Monsieur Lyney. You know of its contents? Has your father ever told you not to pry into other people’s business?”

“Perhaps. But we’re friends aren’t we? Friend’s don’t hide anything from eachother.”

You sighed. You hated it when he knew where to hit. “. . .Then can you do me a favor and use your vision for its disposal?”

“My pleasure.”

Orange flames barely appear for a moment before it is doused by the sky’s tears. But even then it was enough to destroy the letter.

“Your Grace—“

The clock was ticking.

A few months after you’d heard his screams, you found out that the traveler would be arriving to their next destination soon. There was only a small fragment of a moment to lose for preparation. The rain was getting unbearably strong. You could not count the amount of times you’ve had to replace your umbrella.

In any case, you had invited Charlotte for a chat at the cafe. Partly because of her vision which helped with the rain, and mostly because you wanted to gossip with her as you usually did when slacking off.

Those works of yours outside of your actual career at the Palais Memornia don’t make themselves after all.

“Rumor has it that young women of have been disappearing of late. Do you have any clues on this phenomenon yet, Charlotte?” You leaned unto the table. Your signature smug smile on your lips as you presented your question to the young lady.

“Not yet. Wait — aren’t I the journalist here? Why are you asking the questions? Don’t tell me you missed another deadline again.”

“I just want to get ahead on my writing. The Steambird must have gotten a lead, no?” You dipped on your tea as you spoke, gaze directed at its reflection of your face and the dark skies above.

“So you can slack off some more?”

“T’was what my doctor had prescribed. I need to take care of my mental health too, yknow.” You smiled, poking your cheek in a cutesy manner.

This was no good. You were getting nowhere in your investigation and your anxiety bit at you as time could only pass by. You bit your nails. What would he do? How would he bypass such a situation? Oh, how useless you were without him.

“[Y/N]!”

You almost don’t react to that name as you were overtaken by your thoughts. It seemed that you spent too much time worrying that Charlotte wasn’t even at your side anymore.

“Ah, Lady Furina. How may I be of service?” You stood from sit in a jolt. You were guilty of looking down at the archon from time to time but appearances must be kept in public.

“I came to personally escort you to Palais Memornia. We have a case that requires your presence.” She coughed. An unusual shaken demeanor on her. Not that she was a completely confident person all the time, but this look on her particularly screamed fear.

But what would an archon be afraid of?

“Urgently.”

“A case? But with this rain. . . surely — “

The rain abruptly stopped and with its sounds disappearing, a deep voice makes its way into your ears.

“It is yours, [Y/N]. You’re under arrest for suspicions of colluding with the Fatui.”

“Monsieur —“

He looked away from you before you could finish your call. You feel metal touch your skin as none other than Wriosthesley himself puts cuffs around your wrists.

“Stay put, Mx. [Y/N].”

You eyed the Iudex from beyond the ‘glass’. This chamber had not existed the last time you visited the Fortress. Yet here it was, almost an exact same replica of your room — yet it did not feel like home at all.

You supposed Fontaine in its entirety was not home at all.

“You framed me.”

You were lazy. Incompetent even. But you would never collude with those miscreants.

At least, those were the lies you fed yourself in order to feel better about the betrayals you made in a day to day basis.

You could imagine the looks on your colleague’s faces. Would they be surprised, neutral, would they even care at all? Or would they be so utterly hurt by your actions that they fall into a spiraling abyss of despair?

You yearned to witness it all.

“All you had to do was to accept me.” His gloved hand touches the material between you two, a ripple forming from his touch. You were surrounded by what seemed like primordial water.

“I would have forgiven your sins. I would have made you be reborn anew. Innocent and pure as water.”

The water parted for a brief moment but you do not dare do anything foolish. You stayed put, remained still as Neuvilette reached through, and allowed the dragon to drag his thumb across your jaw and lips.

“All you did was push me away.”

And then — he pulls your head through the opening.

You close your eyes. One smallest movement would have your neck turn into foam.

“[Y/N], ma gouttelette du ciel.”

Perhaps, you had no need to see all the other’s fall into hopelessness. After all, the man who put the most trust and adoration into you was right here with you.

If only you were able to empathize with him. If only you were able to return his feelings and live a fulfilling life filled with love.

If only you weren’t cursed to feel nothing for him at all.

“Comme on fait son lit, on se couche.”

After all, what the Doctor wills is what the patient gets,

and if you must sleep in your deathbed this day and suffer the Iudex’s judgement — then so it shall be.

⟣┄─ ˑ IV. ✧ DIVIDER

[ TRANSLATIONS ] [ MY FRENCH IS VV RUSTY SO PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE ARE BETTER REPLACEMENTS/TRANSLATIONS FOR THESE] :

Ma gouttelete du ciel- My droplet from the sky/heaven/my droplet of heaven etc.

Comme on fait son lit, on se couche - You made your bed, sleep on it / You dug your own grave.

[freddie-77-ao3]

Percy Jackson-esque Chapter Titles for a fic i'm writing:

We have friends in holy places (and unholy- Hello Lady Hera!)

What’s Up, Random Person, We’re Kidnapping and Adopting You

Yeah, The Beach Is Nice- Thank You For Not Drowning Us

Hazel Was Dead and Still Knows More Than You

Thank Fuck For The Egyptian- How the Hell Did We End Up In Great Britain

Annabeth Is Obsessed and Bianca Is Possessed- There Goes Christmas

Question Of Our Lives and Today Especially: What The Hell Is Going On?!

Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone Else

Call The Police Because We May Have Just Murdered A Mortal

Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime In The Next Twenty Years Probably

A Guinea Pig, A Dandelion, A Pine Tree, An Olive Tree and Two Embarrassed Girls Walk Into A Bar  

Satan Or Santa? Neither Should Exist And Yet Somehow They’re Both Knocking On Our Tent Door

A Slight Reprieve From The Last Chapter: Connor Comes For You With The Question ‘Do Tents Have Doors?’

And We’re Back, Why Did You Guys Think Our R&R Would Last Long?

Sugar, Spice, Almost Dying Twice (Today)

Would You Put ‘Cheating Death Almost Daily’ Under Experience Or Special Skills?

An Inspirational Trip Through Hell- Persephone Makes Good Brownies

Those Commercials Where People Screw Up The Most Basic Of Tasks In The Most Idiotic Fashion Ever Describes The Current Situation

As The Prophecy Foretold (We Made It Up, But It Came True)

Living Normally? In This Economy?

And Then The Wolves Came… Sike (Thank Fuck)

The Snails Paced Chocolate Bunny Gives Mixed Messages But Good Cereal

What The Hades Is Going On, Someone Explain

Apparently Exploding A Volcano Makes Us 'Irresponsible’

Why Are Cats So Vengeful 

Oh Look! An Unhelpful Old Person!

The Adults Are More Annoying Than Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo Put Together

They Scream For Ice Cream, I Scream For Sanity

McDonald’s And Raising The Dead- Tuesday Never Looked So Good

Unfortunately, I’m Still Not Dead Or A Dolphin (Not For Lack Of Effort)

Eggs Apparently Don’t Like Being Lost At Sea

I’m Packing Up My Crayons And Leaving

Viva La Pluto, Fuck You Guys

A Guide To Giving Up

Hopefully We Can Do This Without Dying This Time

Lady Dirt Face Fucks Us Over- Apparently Today CAN Get Worse

Apparently The Horse Is A God, And Honestly, Fuck The World- But Not You Potty Sludge

If Love Is In The Air Then We’re Wearing Gas Masks- How We Almost Started A War On Accident

If Love Is An Open Door We Should Close It- Aphrodite And Cupid Both Suck

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwiches For One

I Call Shotgun (Said The Invisible Girl  and The Literal Ghost)

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I’ll Fuck My Way Out Of It

Things Go Horribly Wrong (Or Horribly Right? It’s Hard To Tell At This Point)

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

We Are Being Hunted And Killed (Why Is This Normal And How Can We Stop It?)

Previously On ‘The Chaos Chronicles”

Cool, Cool, Cool, Cool. Actually It’s Not- Who Lit Katie’s Hair On Fire?!

I’d Like To Say This Is Shocking, But That Would Just Be A Lie

One Hundred And One Monsters, And Twenty Times A Therapist Was Needed

I Am Honestly Surprised That We Are Still Alive, And Apparently So Are The Gods

You Will Never Be A God

Blackmail Only Works If I Care

An Offer I Can Definitely Refuse

Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry, You’ll Give Away Our Location, And Then We’ll Die

Only Come Back With Back Up Or A Burger- Maybe Donuts

Doomsday Or Not, Let Me Go Back To Bed, I Haven’t Slept In A Week And I Don’t Care

Practise Doesn’t Make Perfect, Practise Makes A Forest Fire And A Flood

Sea Foam Speaks and A New Person Shatters My Dreams

The Labyrinth Apparently Doesn’t Murder The Already Dead, So Can We Just Die Already?

For A Moment I Forgot Gravity, And As It Seems So Did The Sky, Which Is Good Because I’d Hate To Die Before Breakfast

And God Told Us To Run A Marathon- What Happened To Normal Executions?

At Some Point The Universe Just Needs To Kill Us

There Is Not Enough Faith For This, 

No Words Can Explain Dan, The God Of Moths and Accidental Demon Summoning 

 The Endless and Mysterious Ocean Becomes A Bit Less So, And I Should Have Paid For Diving Lessons

If Best Plus Bitter Equal Better, Then I Am Way Better Than Everyone

Firecrackers And Actual Crackers- Where Is The Cheese

He Likes Art. Terrible Art, But Still Art So I Suppose I’ll Forgive The Sword Through My Head

Hazel Drives Worse Than Thalia Which Says A Lot Because Thalia Crashed Into A Lake- Oh Wait

What Do You Do When The World Almost Ends- And No Nico, The Answer Isn’t Go To McDonalds

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen (Just Like Me)

Can I Rewrite My Life Story, Because If So I’m Starting With This

I Wasn’t Prepared For Parenthood When I Stopped A Kidnapping, I’m Seven

Patting My Own Back, No One Appreciates Me, Fuck This And Really The Rest Of My Life

Apparently Dying Is Not An Excuse For Being Late, So Fuck You Too 

Buying Happy Meals For The Dead Isn’t An Excuse For Being Late

Caped God? I Was Hoping You Had Said Cape Cod

Incoherent Screaming Is Our Theme Song, And I Feel A New Episode On

Who Told Apollo He Could Give Us Presents, Because MCR Is Not A Proper Wake Up Call

It’s Jesus Who Ruined Our Lives This Time, Folks

Don’t Awaken The Ancient One, She Has Anxiety

I Did Not Know That Could Kill Someone, But You Learn Something New Every Day

The Gods Themselves Want Me Dead, You’re Not Special, Todd

Doritos And Death, A How To On Properly Waking And Raising The Dead Featuring A Trip To Alaska

What Was I Thinking? I’m Pretty Certain I Wasn’t

News To No One: The Previously Dead Can’t Drive

I Really Hate Saving The World Actually

How Many Times Is That Threat Going To Work Considering It’s Not Serious? A Surprising Number

Everyone Asks Who We Are, Not How We Are, And Honestly I’m Pretty Hungry

The Gods Hate Me And I Don’t Know Why (I Do Know Why, But I Don’t Care, And Honestly They Shouldn’t Either)

 Which Circle Of Hell Are We In Now, Because I Was Not Planning On A Field Trip To Tartarus

We Master The Elements (Some Of Them- We Also Torch And Flood New England)

In Which We Almost Die Again And No One Bats An Eye

 Our Lives Would Be Incredibly Saddening If We Could Sit Down And Look At Them, But Leo Burned Our Chairs 

The Houseplants Try To Eat Us, And Katie Gets Mad

We Babysit For A God, And Then Adopt His Kids- Surprisingly He’s Fine With This

Dreams Do Come True And That Is Absolutely Not A Good Thing

There Goes My Best Bargaining Chip (Oh And Also His Head)

A Series Of Horrible Decisions- Who Decided I Was The Leader

Hylla, Please Don’t Leave Us- Oh, You Can Give Us A Box Of Cereal? Nevermind 

Sunshine And Rainbows Are Meant To Mean Happiness Not War- Iris and Apollo Destroy Things

Please Don’t Hit Me With Another Brick

We Were Happy And Then There Was A Giant Pigeon

Oh My Holy Fucking Shit That Was Not The Right Lever

In Which Swimming With Sharks Almost Leads To Death And Yet Saves Our Lives

There Is No Highway To Hell As It Turns Out, Only Backroads, And Now Nico And Thalia Are Disappointed

And Then The Sky Almost Crushed Us Because It Fell And Honestly I’m Never Trusting You Again

There Goes Normal Society, Say Bye-Bye, Miranda 

Are We Supposed To Live Through This?

The Dick Who Hands Out Toothbrushes Also Assigns Us A Death Quest And This Is Why We Don’t Celebrate Holidays

Sorry For Cursing You Out, Please Fix My Life

The Plan Checks Out- We Can Do This! (Spoiler Alert- We Can’t)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five Times We Can Say Fuck In A Hour

Please Let Me Pass Out On Your Lawn

Apparently Yelling Fuck At The Sky Is Considered ‘Disrespectful’ And I Haven’t A Fucking Clue Why

Yes Sir, That Is A Lot Of Blood, And No Sir, She Doesn’t Need That Leg

That One Time We Accidentally End Up In The Slaughter Sea, And How That Manages To End Up With A New Leader Of The Amazon Empire And Thalia Gets A Girlfriend

Yes, I’m Aware I Look Gay, Thank You Very Much, I’m Here To Be Queer

This Person Is Nico di Angelo With Less Shits To Give, And Honestly That Scares Me

A Good Idea With Bad Results And A Bad Idea With Surprising Results- The Ending Will Astound You

Never Thought I’d Literally Be Shut In The Closet Again, But Life’s Full Of Surprises

One Million Pounds Of Oranges And Sadness, Sixty Thousand Pounds Of Mangos, And A Truck Full Of Happiness- Monsters Not Welcome

Who Packed The Blueberry Muffins?

Nevertheless She Persisted, And Yet Just Like That, She Gave Up

What The Hell Is This, What The Hell Is That, Why The Hell Am I Here, What The Hell, *Moonwalks Into Hell*: A Brief Summary Of Life

All Is Fair In Being The First One In The Shower

We Accidentally Summon An Army Of Lost Souls

All Our Nightmares Come True And We Prove We’re Idiots

Life Gave ‘Lia Lemons. She Squeezed Them In My Eyes. Please No More Lemons.

Trying To Play Nice To The Gods Never Ends Well. In Other Words, Percy Is An Olive Tree

What’s Happening? I’m Digging My Own Grave, That’s What

Finger Guns, Peace Signs, and Middle Fingers To Nowhere- Home At Last

In Jason’s Defense, He Tried, But The Dragon Was More Interesting

Keeping A Family Alive Can Be Difficult, Especially With No Education and More Monsters A Day Than Cash (Twenty Dollars)

Thalia Tries To Sing Over Annabeth And Percy Arguing And All That Happens Is A Noise Complaint

At This Point, Murder Is Less Of A Passing Thought And More Of An ‘It’s Only A Matter Of Time’

Cousin Bonding Time Doesn’t Usually Include The Gods, But There Are Burgers So…

According To The Crazy Titan Lord Kronos, Asking If A Newborn Looks Like A Rock Is A Question That Will Result In The Death Of The Asker

Oh Joy, I’m Facing Scrutiny Over My Love Life From Immortal Preteens

Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When Your Parents Run The Universe Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When There’s A Vote To Kill Us (Leo stop using Jazz hands!)

We Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever 3.0

Barbed Wire Instead Of String, The Fates Hate Me More Than You Might Think

Zombies, Zombies Everywhere, Wave Your Hands Up In The Air

The World Is A Different Place When You Know What The World Is (Spoiler Alert: It’s Your Murderous Great Grandma)

The Refrigerator Seems Empty, Much Like My Soul

Ah, The Smell Of Success, It Smells Like Bullshit

My Heart Is Broken (Like Those Crackers That Bianca’s Eating)

Utter Chaos: Now Featuring Camp Half Blood And Literal Blood

Family Drama Destroys My Life

Family Drama 2.0: Family Drama Destroys California

So Then A God Says We ‘Will Save Humanity’, And Thalia Says ‘What The Fuck’

Two Middle Aged Women Start Screaming In Walmart

The Main Braincell Holder Is Asleep, God Doesn’t Exist, And Starting Forest Fires Is A Normal Way To Deal With Stress

Hell Is Just Life On Steroids

Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Togay… A.K.A. A Bet Ruins Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s Life

Normal People Would Avoid This, But The Two Most Normal People Here Used To Be Dead Or Will Die When A Stick Lights On Fire, So We Can’t Have High Hopes

We Try (And Fail, But Hey, It’s The Thought That Counts, Right?)

So THAT’S Where The Greek Fire Went. Sorry, Bus Driver.

Percy Has His Gay Awakening In The Form Of His Grandfather (Technically. He’s Also Technically His First Cousin Once Removed Or Something- Annabeth’s cousin maybe?)

You're Annoying Me To Death With Your Monologue So I Have To Kill You Now

What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong Doesn’t Mean You Should Set My Bed On Fire

Thalia Does Shock Therapy Meaning She Electrocutes People When They Say Things 

We Should Know By Now That Yelling Doesn't Solve Things But We Don’t, And The Gods Don’t Either

Most Of My Life Is Incredibly Traumatizing, But This Is New 

Who The Fuck Invited The Norse?!

Okay, I Thought The Norse Were Enough, Why Are The Magicians Here?

Wow. Popcorn. The Roman’s Worst Nightmare. 

So First The World Almost Ends, And Then The World Ends But It Gets Better, And Now It’s Ending Again?

Prophecies Can Fuck Off, And So Can Apollo

“Treacherous Nephew In The Tuxedo” Should Sound Funny, But It Doesn’t, And That Makes Leo Sad

 Why Is A Titan Making Dad Jokes? 

Falling Into A Dumpster Was The Highlight Of My Day, What Is Life

Grieving For The Living Is Just As Hard As Grieving For The Dead

Please Forget That I Tried To Kill You

In My Defence, An Invisible Higher Power Who Has The Ability To Strike Me Down Made Me Do It

Let Out A Boo For The Boom Man

Twenty McDonald’s Happy Meals And A Gun- Godly Gifts Are Awesome

We Enter The Maze Of Doom (This Time With Fabulous Prizes)

Two Brothers Are Not Happy As A Sister Cheers On Two More Brothers As They Duel To The Death- (Triton & Tyson & Kymopoleia & Percy & Anteus Have Sibling Bonding Time) 

The Eight Year Old With A Gun Manages To Save And Then Destroy A Life

Hello, I’m Queer, And Full Of Fear. Please Kill Me Now

Children Try To Make Plans (It Doesn’t Go So Well)

Thalia Grace Once Again Proves That Being A Demigod Really Fucking Sucks

It Don’t “Do Be Like That Sometimes” Leo, We Are In HELL

[colombinna]

New trader for musicals & plays

okay so i'm brand new to this but ig we all gotta start somewhere. I have a lot of play proshots and brazilian productions though, if you're interested in those. I'm also accepting gifts to help me grow my collection!

My Encora (a few shows are missing bc i couldnt find it on their database, which is why I'm listing all my proshots in this post)

What I have for trading:

Bootlegs: Catalogued on Encora

PROSHOTS (some of the proshots are in slightly less quality than the rest):

My Fair Lady; She Loves Me Revival with Zachary Levi, Rent 2008, Jesus Christ Superstar

SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK: Much Ado About Nothing w/ Danielle Brooks

Royal Opera House: The Magic Flute, Cendrillion, La Traviatta, The Cellist, Romeo & Juliet, The Winter's Tale

NATIONAL THEATRE: Barbershop Chronicles, A Streetcar Named Desire w/ Gilian Anderson, Treasure Island, Small Island, Anthony and Cleopatra, Donmar's Warehouse Coriolanus with Tom Hiddleston, Jane Eyre, 2017's A Midsummer's Night Dream (with Gwendoline Christie and Kit Young), Romeo and Juliet 2021, Angels in America 2017

THE GLOBE: A Midsummer's Night Dream 2013, Romeo and Juliet 2009, Merry Wives of Windsor 2019, A Winter's Tale and Two Noble Kinsmen 2018, Romeo and Juliet 2019

BRASIL: Romeo & Juliet Jukebox Musical (Romeu e Julieta ao som de Marisa Monte), Little Shop of Horrors 2018, Grease

WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR:

National Theatre's Twelfth Night 2017, Cats - The Jellicle Ball PAC NYC (any cast), Royal Opera House's Acis and Galatea, Royal Opera House's Faust, The Light in the Piazza w/ Dove Cameron

[haydenigmatic]

Lady Odette Lavone (La-vohn)

Introducing Lady Odette, the ethereal presence gracing the court of the eight kingdoms. Daughter of the king's chancellor and renowned as the epitome of courtly elegance, Odette captivates all who encounter her, she stands as the beacon of beauty and grace.

Her face claim well Margot Robbie or Samara Weaving, one of the inspirations for creating her was Odette of the Swan Lake ballet and I'll say nothing more.

For her voice I think it would be the same as above or as her singing voice that's Christy Altomare (Anastasia's musical loveddd it).

Main Family Dynamics:

Duke Leander - The Powerful Patriarch:

As both Duke and Chancellor, Leander wields immense political influence, making him one of the realm's most powerful figures. Odette is not shielded from the complexities of court politics; rather, she learns to navigate them through the guidance of her father. His expectations for Odette reflect the intricacies of maintaining the family's standing in the court.

Duchess Annelise - The Maternal Guidance:

She takes a keen interest in Odette's development into the ideal court lady. She imparts wisdom on etiquette, courtly manners, and the delicate intricacies of navigating the nobility, aiming to mould Odette into a paragon of grace and virtue.

Damon - The Guardian:

Her older brother, Damon, serves as her confidant and protector. As the heir to their father's title, he is not only devoted to his responsibilities but fiercely dedicated to ensuring Odette's well-being. He would go to great lengths to shield her from any harm.

Some details about her:

Memorable Quote: “Can one truly be free if tethered to the whims of tradition, or is the truest essence found in the heartbeat of authenticity?”

Has a penchant for watching the sunset from a particular balcony. Bathed in the warm hues of the golden hour, she contemplates the day's events and dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

Fluent in several languages, Odette communicates effortlessly with foreign dignitaries.

Has a majestic snow-white tiger companion named Zephyra, a gift she received when it was just a cub. Initially mistaken for an ordinary cat due to its small size, the tiger has grown into a magnificent and rare creature.

Known for her generosity, she channels her compassion into regular alms-giving. Whether it's to support local charities or aid those in need, she actively contributes to the welfare of her realm. Her charitable acts extend beyond obligation.

Her voice, reminiscent of a nightingale's melody, is a rare and enchanting gift. When she sings, her ethereal tones fill the air, captivating listeners and leaving an indelible impression.

Has a treasure box, a delicately crafted container adorned with intricate patterns, is tucked away in her private chambers. It holds a collection of cherished items, from sentimental gifts to intricately designed jewellery, each carrying a story and a memory.

Bath time is a cherished ritual for her. Her love for the calming embrace of warm water is evident in the opulent baths she indulges in regularly. Her maids, attuned to her preferences, ensure each bath is an experience, with fragrant oils, delicate petals, and soothing melodies.

Odette's reputation as one of the most well-read individuals of her generation is not without merit. Her library, adorned with rich tapestries and plush cushions, is a haven for her intellectual pursuits.

Always carrying a leather-bound journal, she regularly writes sonnets, poetry, and reflections about her life. The pages hold a chronicle of her innermost thoughts and the poetic expressions of her heart.

As Damon's trusted confidante and sister, Odette shares a special bond with him. Providing counsel and support.

Her childhood was marked by witnessing the harsh consequences of her family's wealth, particularly her father's strict financial policies. The stark contrast between opulence and the suffering of those unable to meet debts left a profound impact. Instead of turning away, this dark experience fuelled her empathy. As she matured, she dedicated herself to lending a hand to the less fortunate.

[freakcliff]

Chapters: 1/1

It took a few years for anyone to bring up the issue of succession. The question first came from a rather sensible Cat who’d spent much of the aforementioned five years travelling to various foreign courts in search of information. A she said, it was on the minds of many friendly countries that, given Narnia was now an up-and-coming, reasonably powerful nation, all of its rulers were young, and in the words of one rather disagreeable Telmarine lady, quite available.

--

or, some musings on the Pevensies and romance set during the golden age of Narnia

10k, Gen, rated T

[sweetness-pop]

Hiya! 💗💋🍓🌸Sweetness*POP🌈🍭💀🌟 here!

I would love to share this idea to you PlayStation gamers!

I recently had been imagining what would it be like if in the mid or late 2020s there were to be an upcoming and unexpected Playstation crossover game starring 3 female characters:

Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank

Keira Hagai of Jak & Daxter

& Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper

Either for the PS5 or upcoming PS6.

The 3 main voice actresses:

Ali Hillis as Talwyn Apogee

Hillis voiced Talwyn in Ratchet & Clank: Into the Nexus. Her other roles include Dr. Liara T'Soni of Mass Effect series, Audrey Gassenarl of Valkyria Chronicles II, Karin of Naruto Shippuuden, Andra Cressen of Star Wars: The Old Republic (2011), Presa of Tales of Xilla (2013), Dr. Ariel Hanson of StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty, Black Cat/Felicia Hardy of The Amazing Spider-Man Video Game (2012), and Lightning Farron of Final Fantasy series.

Erica Lindbeck as Keira Hagai

Imagine when J&D franchise makes surprising return, some of the characters will have new VAs. And Keira's 3rd VA will be Lindbeck. Her other roles include Sayaka Igarashi of Kategurui, Kaori Miyazono of Your Lie in April, Eli Ayase of Love Live! School Project, Futaba Sakura of Persona 5, Cassie Cage of Mortal Kombat 11, Daki of Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Lady Nagant of My Hero Academia, Emira of The Owl House, and Loona of Helluva Boss.

& Alésia Glidewell as Carmelita Fox

Glidewell voiced Carmelita and Constable Neyla in Sly 2: Band of Thieves. Her other roles include Zoey of Left 4 Dead (2006), Sedna of Demigod (2009), Alma Wade of F.E.A.R. 2: Project & F.E.A.R. 3 (2009-2011), Chell of Portal, Krystal of Star Fox Assault, Metroid's main protagonist Samus Aran in Super Smash Bros series.

The rating of this game would be ESRB T (Teen) in North America, CERO C (Ages 15 and up) in Japan, and PEGI 12 (Suitable for ages 12 and up) or even PEGI 16 (For ages 16 and up) in Europe.

The content of the game:

Fantasy violence, Blood, Language, Suggestive themes, Mild use of drugs of alcohol, & Sexual themes. Oh yeah, there would be certain reasons why this game would be rated T/C/12(or 16) with this kind of content. Remember when Ratchet & Clank games use to be rated T and toned down to E10+? Or remember that Jak & Daxter was franchise for a teen audience? But do you remember how the Sly Cooper series was always rated E and E10+.

The game would be action/adventure filled with female empowerment.

Plus, a very interesting and sweet storyline were while being the unexpected ones to save and protect their worlds as some unknown force is what mixing their universes dangerously, the 3 heroines help each other out and blossom a close, strong, deep and loving bond together.

Do you all know what would also be cool? If Richard Steven Horvitz (roles include Daggert of The Angry Beaver, Zim of Invader Zim, Billy of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Raz of Psychonauts, Kaos of Skylanders, and Moxxie of Helluva Boss) were to have a voice role the game either as a badass close ally/handler or one of the villains to the 3 heroines!

What if it will be a huge extremely, unexpected surprise that this game will turn out to sell really good around the globe?! It'll be the one crossover game that fans have never asked for! Plus, imagine in the one country, this upcoming PlayStation game will be selling even better. And that one country will be Japan! Japan would end up making lots of advertising with entertaining commercials and 3D digital billboards in Shibuya of Tokyo, and merchandise like figures and anime-style posters. Hell, there could even be a Japanese dub for the game too!

Imagine these brand new seiyuus (who are also singers) for the "PlayStation Move Heroines":

Marina Inoue as Talwyn Apogee

Inoue's roles include Armin Arlert of Attack on Titan, Yoko Littner of Gurren Lagann, Yumiko Miura of Oregairu (My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong as I expected), Rei Miyamoto of HighSchool of the Dead, Tohka Yatogami of Date A Live, Momo Yaoyorozu of My Hero Academia, and Mai Zenin of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Rie Takahashi as Keira Hagai

Takahashi's roles include Takagi of Karakai Jouzou no Takagi-San (Teasing Master Takagi-San), Emilia of Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu, Megumin of KonoSuba, Tomo Aizawa of Tomo-Chan is a Girl!, Anzu Hoshino of Romantic Killer, and Ai Hoshino of Oshi no Ko.

& Yoko Hikasa as Carmelita Fox

Hikasa's roles include Rias Gremory of High School DXD, Emilia Justina of The Devil is a Part-Timer!, Hwaryun of Tower of God, Utahime Iori of Jujutsu Kaisen, Kyoko Kirigiri of Danganronpa, and Yoh Asakura of Shaman King (2021)

Our heroines would even have a special color to always represent them in their together crossover game. Talwyn-yellow💛, Keira-pink🩷, and Carmelita-light blue🩵. (Hehe just like idol groups☺✨)

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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This ideal PS game could also give the 3 supporting characters who are the love interests of Ratchet (Talwyn), Jak (Keira) and Sly (Carmelita) the spotlight and recognition that they should deserve to have.

My question for all of you is that if Sony were to make this happen someday in the future, then should this be canon to the PlayStationVerse?

So what do you Playstation fans think? And 1 more thing, imagine seeing the first official image looking like this:

The 3 Playstation Femme Fatales standing next to each other. Talwyn in the center, Keira in the right, and Carmelita in the left. And they happen to be wearing what look like hooded black suits that are similar to the skydiving stealth suits of Deku (Izuku Midoriya), Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugou) and Shoto (Shoto Todoroki) from the movie My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission, but only combined together with what looks like the black catsuit of Nancy Makuhari aka Miss Deep of Read or Die. Talwyn: black with yellow trim and black hoodie with yellow striped black lombax ears. Keira: black with pink trim and black hoodie with top pink/bottom black crystal horns (similar to the dark horns of Dark Eco Jak), and Carmelita: black with light blue trim and black hoodie with black raccoon tails as ears with sky blue ring stripes. Talwyn Apogee, Keira Hagai and Carmelita Fox looking like beautiful, hot, dangerous, sexy and badass Playstation ladies in the image.

Here is the post to my ideal concept for them to wear for the FINAL SHOWDOWN!

And this happens to be from my YouTube comment on a video showing PlayStation Move Heroes cutscenes. (I am TETSUSakura91)

Please share feel free to share your comments and opinions on this idea for a PlayStation crossover.

Thank you.😘

🔥✨🌹🩵💛🩷💋🔫😎