#cause i feel like it might've been used to side characters before?

[peonyblossom]

why did pb make a new body type for DLS f!mc if they were just gonna start using different new ugly body sprites smh

[romanoffsbish]

Surprise, Surprise

Scarlett Johansson x Reader (no pronouns used)

Scarlett was wrapping up another day on set when she got unexpected news… Aka, R visits her on set | WC: 1,366

A/N: Purely fluff — R is not given any description but their infant is described as looking like them both.

"Your son is the cutest!" Elizabeth sang as she giddily approached Scarlett who had been stood behind an accordion panel, changing out of her characters outfit. The blonde grinned and nodded along, it was the truth and she was used to her costar gushing over your son, but it was usually over photos she'd show her...

——

“His cheeks are just so chubby, and so squishy—you and Y/N created a little cutie; bring him to set more."

"What do you mean more?" Elizabeth's smile fell, "I am now realizing I might've ruined a surprise."

Scarlett smiled at her aloof friend, "Thanks for that!"

Then she took off in a hurry, abandoning her plans to change, leaving in her favorite pair of sweats and her character's black and blue striped crop top instead. It had been a week since she last saw you two, as you both agreed moving your son a lot wasn't ideal, so she filmed during the week and was home on weekends.

Except the last one since she had to film promo for The Outset in New York while your current home was in LA so it was random fleeting hours over FaceTime, and that made her dream for the day her schedule clears.

Scarlett needed you in her arms more than she needed anything else, well besides to kiss your son's cheeks so she kept up a decent pace even though she was winded. Just as she rounded the corner of the lot she caught sight of you walking up the steps of her trailer, her eyes sparkled with joy, but then they narrowed when she saw the diaper bag lowly dangling from your arm, with your other hand cradling your sleeping babies head to your chest, you were clearly trying to safely ascend.

The blonde jogged a little faster, concern ebbing its way into her soul as she saw you move up another step. Just as you were about to move again she arrived, her hand seamlessly took the diaper bag so you could grip the side rails while her other firmed against your back.

Scarlett felt as you sighed and it made her smile, you opened the door and almost as soon as you entered she had circled you and stopped in front of you. "Thanks."

Your wife smirked, "No need to thank me love,” her lips then closed the distance left between yours and her hand pushed you into her, “I always got your back."

Scarlett giggled when you threw your head back with a playful groan, “you’re just so cheesy Scar, stop it…”

Your wife instantly pouted, feigning offense, “Why?”

“Because I can’t have our son following your lead,” you responded while gently cupping his ears to make sure your wife understood the message. “He’s vulnerable.”

Scarlett scoffed, “If I remember correctly it was my corny quips that won you over baby, you ate it up.”

“That’s not how I remember it,” you deflected with ease as you slid from her hold and started to move towards her bed so you could set Noah down, but just before you could she pulled you back in and kissed you until you had forgotten what you were planning to do.

The blonde felt warmth slowly spread throughout her body as she melted into the feeling of your thumbs gently caressing the soft skin of her fuller hips. Just beneath her chin lay the adorable, snoring cause. It was hard for her at first, adjusting to the physical demands of pregnancy but then she had your son.

Not only was he the most adorable infant she’d ever seen, but she saw the natural way in which you took to parenthood. With the unwavering love you not only held, but expressed, like in small moments like these, she learned to cherish the changes and to crave more.

If not for her predetermined, already rearranged once schedule she would have convinced you to make more. Hell, she even considered asking you right now… This is her last commitment for a long while, and shooting was set to wrap up next month. It was the perfect time.

A soft whine pulled the two of you apart just in time for a pouting baby to whip his head back from your chest, his eyes and frown shone with deep grumpiness as he slowly blinked, eyes fluttering with a clear fight as his body decided if it was even ready to be awakened yet.

Scarlett smirked at you and you nodded your head in agreement, the two of you shared another peck before both of your lips firmly planted on your son’s cheeks. He grunted initially but the two of you felt them upturn and a gentle giggle left him at the tickling sensation.

“There’s mama’s happy boy,” Scarlett coo’d and your son’s head whipped to the side as if he had only just realized who it was that kissed you and his right cheek. His giddy babbles warmed your heart but his inability to keep still strained your back and led to you swiftly removing him from the harness so he could leap to her.

Scarlett caught him with ease and you sighed in relief. It was his new favorite habit, he’d just leap from one person to the next, hence the need for a baby carrier to restrain his urges and the potential script for Xanax you’ll need as he becomes more daringly independent.

The two of them were in their own world the moment you were no longer attached to them, swaying softly as she told him all about her week. It almost hurt your feelings but you knew it was their time to bond and hers to finally spill the movie secrets even you weren’t allowed to hear so you ventured off to the bathroom.

When you returned thirty minutes later, after having slipped off to take a walk—something you also needed, they were calmly laying in the bed, your sons sleeping face was now smushed against her exposed abdomen and you smiled at the scene from the ajar door.

“You’re letting a draft in,” your wife teased as she shut the book in her hand. Without a word you replied by shutting the door and moving further into her trailer. Scarlett watched you curiously as you slipped your shoes off then as gently as you could you joined them.

Her fingers softly stroked over the skin of your cheek, then it did the same for your sons right after as you were both currently utilizing her stomach as a pillow. As her hand returned to rest on your head yours moved to continue to caress your son’s sweet face.

Noah was your first of hopefully many, miracles, the perfect blend of you two in both features and attitude. Scarlett’s heart nearly combusted as she saw the same desires she held for months now blossom in your eyes.

“How much longer until you’re all ours Scarlett?” The blonde gently guided your face until your chin was resting against the softened muscles of her abs. “I am always all yours,” she smiled gently, her gaze genuine as she stroked your cheek. “My entire heart is here.”

“Entire?” She nodded, gaze a bit confused as you questioned her level of loyalty. “That’s too bad…”

Now she was amused, and played right along, “Why?”

“Kinda hoping there’s room for more,” you began, voice light and lovestruck as you cradled your son’s face in one hand and reached out for hers. “More?”

You nodded, then confirmed her hopes, “More little ones just like this goober that’s drooling all over you.”

Scarlett beamed, “I’ve been hoping you’d say that for actual months now baby. I want endless little you’s.”

You smiled as you placed a gentle kiss to the subtle ridges that adorned her stomach before nuzzling against the warm skin—an attempt to burrow into her which you knew to be impossible, yet you always tried.

“I love you, my beautiful baby mama,” you mumbled tiredly, lips gentle as they kissed her belly once more. The blonde chucked then stared down at your calm face in relief. “I love you too, you beautiful fool.”

[yakuza4you]

ustulation; a burning lust 𖥔 ݁ ˖

彡 : ̗̀➛ content tags/warnings: MENTION OF CHEATING!! majority smut, on the border of cnc, mirror sex, breeding kink, use of makeup in a sexual way, spanking, hint of bdsm, dacryphilla, perverted behavior, throat fucking, creampie, might've missed one or two? lmk

彡 : ̗̀➛ characters: kiryu kazuma (vague mentions), majima goro

彡 : ̗̀➛ relationship: majima goro x reader

彡 : ̗̀➛ a/n: sorry if i misinterpreted majimas accent!! also, i don't write this every time, but when I say something about "majimas eyes ___" I mean his eye and his eyepatch I just don't want to have to mention that every time.. 😭 I changed the plot mid writing so if it seems patchy, that's whyyy!! anyways, enjoyaa

While smearing the lip stick applicator across my lips, my phone buzzes next to me. Taking only one quick glance at it, a message notification pops up shortly after the buzz. The notification covers the background consisting of me and my boyfriend; Majima Goro.

My stomach twinges seeing the background. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this hangout.

- decided to leave early, wanted to grab the food beforehand, we will be waiting for you to get here at 7:00 tho like we agreed, dw

Quickly rushing to respond to the group chat, I drop my lipstick gently as possible before typing on my cellphone,

- okay, ill be on time, i swear haha

My friends had planned out a hangout, considering how long it had been since the last one. Also, considering how late I was last time, I gave myself 2½ hours this time around to get ready. Not saying they were upset at me for being late, but a little annoyed.

Finishing up my makeup with the last layer of lipstick, I click the cap back on and shuffle it into one of the drawers of my vanity dresser. I give myself a look of approval in the mirror, making faces at myself in admiration.

"Whatcha doing, pretty?" His sudden appearance causes me to snap out of my own trance, his hands wrapping around my waist and a warmth cradling my backside closely.

While he waits for a response, Majima also takes a look at my face. Bringing two fingers up to my lips, he smears them across my bottom lip. I contest by trying to pry them off, groaning at him, making a mess out of my freshly applied makeup.

"Just getting ready for the night out that my friends planned." I moan annoyed, pulling the lipstick out of my drawer again. Continuing to look at myself, I could feel his eyes glare over the dress I had planned to wear for the night. Majimas hands inching further down, examining the tight fabric.

"Ya tryna get attention that's not from me tonight?" His tone is strained, voice leaking of jealousy. I gasp from the sudden intrusion of his fingers, finding way through the designed holes at the sides of my dress before snapping them back out of the holes.

"Majima, stop being annoying. I only have 30 minutes until I have to go." I try to remove his hands off of my hips, but they dont budge. "Aren't you meeting with Kiryu soon anyway?" My tone drops, my head lowering into my chest as my boyfriend presses more into me. Not like Kiryu was going to be there anyway.

"Naw, I couldn't give a shit." His lips meet my neck, lips slightly chapped as the sharp edges of his lips bring slight discomfort with each kiss.

Trying to resist him, I attempt to push him away but to avail. I know I want this. I just can't disappoint my friends again.

My face is forcefully turnt to the side, my lips evaded by his own. The deep red pigmentation from my lips transfers to his through the kiss.

"Ya really tryna say no to yer boyfriend, hm?" Majima mutters in between kisses, his lips softening from his own saliva. His gloved hands travel down my thighs and up into the dress. He pushes my pelvis flush against the dresser with his from behind, one of his hands leaving from under the fabric and to my chin.

"That's it, princess." Hearing another ping from my phone, I flip it over without looking and begin to bask in his touch. My lace panties are exposed as he rolls up my dress over my ass.

"No fucking way ya were leaving the house with my favorite pair on?" Majima laughs, groping at my ass. He gets a kick outta this, delivering a smack to my flesh.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I whine out, the sting lingering right after contact. I grip the dresser beneath me, my face clenching up from the pain.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty girl. Sorry what?" Another smack hits my ass, doesn't help that he's still wearing his gloves too.

"'m sorry, Goro. Won't happen again." Nothing but a weak whimper leaves my lips, slightly incoherent from the pain. My demonear changing within a second just from his few actions.

Desperately, I try pleading with him, "Please, please, please." Not even knowing what I'm begging for anymore.

My eyes meet Majimas deep brown ones in the mirror, his head buried into the crook of my neck. Soft grunts slip between his lips, his hands exploring every inch of my body.

One by one, the straps of my dress are pulled off my shoulders. As only my boobs hold it up, his eyes watch in the mirror. A hardness forming up against my ass, Majima moaning at the perverted sight alone.

The way the leather fabric rubbed against my skin, the way his caressed up and down my shoulders, peeling the dressing slowly down. I'm left in only my black lace bra & pantie matching set; his favorite to see me wear, but it wasn't for him tonight.

"Who were ya wearing these for, hm?" This time, Majima talks to me as if I were an enemy. His voice dripping of that blood thirsty seriousness. My eyes glue onto his, not able to look away as if he's killing me with just his eyes alone through the mirror.

I shake my head 'No' as a response, my throat too tight to speak correctly. The sound of leather hits the ground, his jacket.

Next, the sound of his belt clicks. Pulling it through the loops with one hand before tossing it as well. "Get on ya knees and face me, sweets."

Immediately, I do as he says by uncomfortably shifting to face him and groaning, my knees painfully hitting the hard floors. I palm at the tent in his pants, asking for forgiveness, assuming that he had caught on.

"Who? Better to be honest with me now, cause I already know." As soon as I hear those words, my heart drops to my ass, my movement slowing. Avoiding eye contact from him, goosebumps cover my now pale skin. "I'm gunna fuck you until I get ya to say it yourself." My cheek is greeted with a burning sensation, in result of a slap to it.

Taking my hands into his, I'm guided through the action of unbuttoning his pants, sliding them down. Majima wearing nothing underneath the pants. Scooping his dick into his fist, beginning to pump it on my lips. Barely kissing the tip with each stroke.

"Apply some of that expensive lipstick of yers again. Mark me up, I wanna see red pigmentation mixed into yer slobber by the time 'm done fucking yer throat." Already swiping the tube off my dresser, tossing it into my hands. I paint another fresh layer onto my mouth, sobbing at the situation I got myself into. Tossing it away from me, I slowly meet his eyes again, pursuing my lips together in a pouting manner.

Holding myself up hy his thighs, I obediently grab onto the base of his cock, placing a wet kiss to it. Looking at my artwork left behind as I pulled away. Hesitantly, I carefully wrap my lips around his girth, earning myself a moan of approval above me. Fuck, he's so thick. My mouth fills surprisingly quickly.

Majima follows my lips with his eyes, pleasingly enjoying how well the lipstick stains his dick. His head rolls back from the sight, the reaction causing him to twitch in my mouth. I swallow more of him down my throat, his pubic hair tickling my nose now. Struggling for air, every time I breathe through my nose, my throat tightens around him.

Resisting the urge to gag, water builds up in the corner of my eyes, picking up any eyeliner I applied earlier. Majima grabs fistfuls of my hair, starting to thrust into my soft mouth as if it were his own pocket pussy.

Using my struggle to breathe to his advantage, he purposefully goes deeper into my throat so I involuntarily breathe in. My eyes begin to blur from the strain; the first tear accompanied by many more to come, falling down my reddened cheek and rolling off of my puffy lips.

"This isn't a punishment, baby. I jus' wanna make sure ya know that I won't let my pretty girl slut 'erself around and get away with it." The sting of his words causes my eyes to flood with tears. I begin to have waterworks, feeling bad for myself, for even thinking I was even going to be dishonest to my boyfriend tonight.

Majima pets my head, mocking my own face by pouting himself. Spit bubbles leak out of the corners of my mouth, my lipstick practically gone and now all over his cock. His face contorts over the pain I'm in, coercing him over the edge.

He jerks forward, both of my air ways covered by him fucking my throat and his pubic hair up against my nose. Majima gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as his warm cum coats the back of my mouth.

Already knowing what he wants, I force myself to swallow it all down. His cum a salty savory flavor that attacks my taste buds as it goes down smoothly. A ring of red pigmentation builds up around the base of his cock, where my lips are resting.

As I feel his hands loosen its grip in my hair, his dick leaves my mouth in one swift pull out. Majima rubs himself, dropping any remaining cum off onto my face. His dick is left a glistening mess, stained rings of a washed red color decorating it.

"I'm not done with ya, pretty girl." He pants, one of his hands cupping my cheek as he squeezes it. Aggressively, I'm pulled off of my feet and put in the same position as I started in; facing the mirror with my pelvis pressed firmly against the vanity dresser.

I feel Majimas dick hard against my ass, pushing into the plush flesh. The way he hovers slightly over me, the height difference prominent. Oh my god. While trying to hide my embarrassed face, I forget about the mirror in front of me, allowing Majima to see every movement of my front side.

"Look at me, sweets." He speaks into the reflection, searching for my eyes within it. Getting the encourage to look up, he catches me off guard, holding my face into the mirror. My mouth gets no rest, now sucking onto his two fingers. The leather taste heavy on my tongue.

As he has me distracted, my panties are pulled down my legs eagerly. His dick teases my sobbing cunt before pushing himself inside. While mumbling random pleas incoherently, his pace begins with a quick snap of his hips. He continues to hold my face straight, watching my face react to his brutal pace.

"Look at how I make ya feel, pretty. How could ya forget to the extent ya'd wanna go out with somebody else?" He snickers, giving my ass a rough smack, not bothering to soothe it afterward. I cry out, accidentally biting down onto his fingers. Any attempt at speaking is muffled, I'm left completely at his disposal.

I'm slightly elevated from how tall he is, having to stand on my tippy toes in order for him to properly fuck me. Majima holds me up with his free hand by my hip easily to give him better access.

The edge of the dresser pushing into my stomach uncomfortably, adding to the overall pleasure, oddly enough. Majima continues to play with my mouth, saliva coating his glove as he shoves his fingers down my tired throat.

Every thrust from him sends a burning shock into my ass, bruises beginning to form from how much trauma it has endured in short time. My cries out please him instead of concern him, taking them as a sign to keep going.

His eyes stay locked onto mine while he claims me. As my legs begin to give out from under me, he finally gives my mouth a break in order to hold me up with all of his support. My legs involuntarily kick up, my body being held up by just him now.

"I'm so... close, Majima." I manage to speak coherently, warning him that I'm about to cum. His pace grows uncoordinated and untamed. The way his face buries itself into the crook of my neck, his grip on my hips tightening. He is too.

"Gonna fill ya up. Don't care if ya want it or not." He sighs out into my skin, creating a moist patch on my neck. My eyes sting from how much I've cried, my face flush from how badly I wanted to cum. Mind turning into mush, all I could think was about squeezing around his cock as I came.

The coil in my stomach burst, sending waves of euphoria down my body. I involuntarily froze, my cunt squeezing around my boyfriends cock. Everything become hot in a flash as my cum coated him. My orgasm didn't stop there because he didn't stop his pace.

Majima continued to chase his high, groaning from how tight I had gotten around him. Warm liquid lubricated my cunt even more, making it easier for him to easily slide in and out of me.

Spontaneously, one last thrust was given to me. This time, he held himself deep inside of me, making sure to release all of his cum inside of me. The overstimulation from already having an orgasm causes me to tremor, eyes blurring out from the extra euphoria. Majima latches onto my neck, messly kissing all over it.

Just before he finished, he pulled out of me, releasing his last few drops of cum at the entrance of my now dripping cunt. Gently letting me back down, he makes sure I have my balance before backing up to take a look at his work.

"Such a pretty pussy, all mine too." Majima bites one of his fingers, pulling his glove off before sliding it down my cunt. His finger enters me, finger fucking his cum into me to make sure it all stays in. "Ya understand now, sweets? If ya feel like ya ain't getting enough from me, just ask, baby."

Turning me around, he pulls my twisted panties from my ankles back up. Our cum mixed together pools in them, the feeling uncomfortable to adjust to. Majima examines my makeup ruined face, lightly tapping my cheek before placing a kiss on my lips.

Still feeling some guilt, I try to make light of the situation, "Since I'm almost an hour late now, I guess I couldn't go anyways." I laugh it off, wiping partially dried tears off of my eyes. He takes the time to button his pants up before giving me a smug laugh.

He grabs my makeup wipes and telling me to hold still before helping me clean my face. I grab his wrist, leaning into his touch as I hold eye contact with him the whole time. Never again am I pulling a dumb stunt like that again.

"But, really? Kiryu? Ya could've picked any other better option. I don't even think I'm mad. He's that bad of one." Majima snarkly comments on my choices, trying not to rub too much alcohol into the wound. A long night of talking was ahead of us.

...

crds to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

[withlove-xixi]

I came running to your requests the second I finished reading the chilchuck writing!! You have such an incredible grasp of his character I was so impressed! Can I request a fem reader x marcielle where they both are pining for each other but don’t know if each other are queer and pathetically try and dip their feet in the water only to quickly take them out before even knowing if the waters hot or not?? I know you like doomed Yuri but please give this a happy ending where they end up together!! Marcy suffers enough 🙏🙏

If you don’t do female readers or this request doesn’t interest you feel free to ignore it! Thank you for your service in dungeon meshing fanfics lmao

— THE SUN AND THE MOON: marcille x f!reader

ᥫ cw: burn mention (used metaphorically) ᥫ wc: 3226 ★ OH ANON, SWEET ANON. I AM MORE THAN DELIGHTED TO DELIVER YOU YURI (LESBIANISM IN MY VEINS .. MY CALLING .. MY DUTY)!! anyway, i fear i might've gotten a bit carried away .. but i hope you enjoy it regardless! cross posted on ao3

— IT MUST’VE BEEN DIFFICULT BEING THE SUN.

[♡]: that was the only thought running through marcille’s mind as she watches you gingerly patch up a tear in one of her dresses. she watches fondly as your fingers nimbly thread the needle through deep blue fabric with such care and gentleness, she almost envied it. well, what choice did she have but to envy it? what choice does the moon have but to want the sun’s warmth?

RISING SUN.

That’s what you were. Something bright, something inviting, almost tempting. Marcille felt drawn to you, she always had. There was just always some quality about you that drew her in, a radiance that seemed to guide her steps to draw closer and closer to you. It was nearly instant, the inviting sunshine that pulled at her, caused her to come closer until she extended her arm out towards you and introduced herself. It did not help that you smiled so brightly and sweetly. You grabbed her hand, warmth spreading from your body to hers, shook it firmly. Marcille had to try really hard not to think too much about you after that.

For a while she really wouldn’t tell why, she couldn’t tell what specifically about you kept tempting her. She felt it, nearly every moment of your time together in the dungeon, a small part of her that would always keep you close. Marcille would walk next to you, she would try and make small talk with you, she would offer to help you. The more she let herself bask in your light and warmth, the more she felt drawn to stay, until she was comfortably resting by your side, a sunny friendship that made her heart feel fuzzy.

High noon.

That’s what you were, hot and looming. You were always close with Marcille, something she would never fully figure out the reason for. But you were there, at the corner of her eye, staying by her side at a comfortable distance, watching her tie braids in her hair, putting your bedroom adjacent to hers. The tug she had initially felt when you two first met only grew, flames that only consumed her inside, filling her with sunshiny warmth. It was hot, nearly dangerously so, hot, blazing noon heat. Marcille began to overheat, cheeks would flush when your fingers would brush against hers when you walked together, brain would malfunction when you would worriedly bandage her minor injuries, stomach would twist in knots when you would smile at her. A smile so bright and sweet.

Marcille was half-scared she would explode. Or melt into a puddle.

Heat, dangerously hot heat. With the warmth came hesitation, the fear of being burnt if she stood too close, if she lingered under sunlight too long. The idea felt more like a promise than a threat, a guarantee that getting closer to you would end in failure, leave her brunt bright red, leave her howling in pain into empty space.

She liked you, there was part of her that screamed that obvious fact to her face as much as she wanted to suppress and deny the idea, let it die down to a passing thought. In her heart Marcille knew she still longed for the sun, she still craved for your hot touch, your bright smile, your warm company. She willed it in such a way, it was no longer simple friendship. It was something deeper, heavier. It was something that went past her niceties, that stemmed from the pits of her heart.

It was an aching sort of craving, a hunger that left her immobilized. It was the temptation of a forbidden fruit, of a light that would burn.

She saw the way you were with other people. People like the men in your party. Marcille had nothing against them, but still there was a small part of her that boiled green at the way you were around them because it was the same way you were with her but different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but there was a difference. Something small she could feel on the tips of her senses.

Marcille saw the way you were. She saw the way you giggled at Laios’ antics as he clumsily poked at some strange plant in the dungeon. She saw the way you praised Chilchuck’s handiwork, a compliment that proved only how observant you could be. She saw the way you teased Shuro for his awkwardness in the party during meal times. It might’ve begun to piss her off had it not been you. Marcille, as jealous as she might get around the boys, could never truly bring herself to feel so terribly when it's something about you. How could she when your laugh was like the warm summer breeze, your care like fireplace warmth, your smile like starshine.

Gods! Marcille wanted to tear her hair out. It was such a pain to be hungry, to so desperately crave for light, for warmth. It was a pain to be hungry for something you know you can never have, you could never even begin to imagine the taste of.

She kept her distance, an orbit just at arms reach. The same politeness and gentleness as the beginning, with the new caution for heat. She allowed herself to bask only in the reflection of your light.

Setting sun.

That’s what you were as you gingerly patch up a tear in one of Marcille’s dresses. Strangely it felt so domestic despite the other party members that crowded around your small campsite, despite the terribly difficult fight everyone was still recovering from, despite her keeping her usual far away distance. Her gaze lingered on you, studying the way your fingered moved with such grace and tenderness, she might’ve gotten jealous of the way you treated the needle had she not remembered you had personally offered to come and patch it up for her (a fix she definitely could’ve done — or normally would’ve gotten Chilchuck to fix for her — but could she really pass up the opportunity?).

Marcille watched quietly and carefully, musing at the way you chatted with Namari as you worked, the small smile that evolved into a snort and a chuckle at something Namari said that Marcille didn’t quite care enough to hear. She smiled fondly at your direction, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Chilchuck nudges her as he moves to sit by her side near the campfire. She paid him little attention, not bothering to glance his way as she spoke. “What do you want?” Something a bit more curt than usual, but Chilchuck doesn’t care enough to be bothered.

“It’d be easier to just talk to her, you know,” he said plainly as he opened up his waterskin to take a sip.

Marcille snorts, finally turning to him with her brows furrowed in skepticism. “Right, because you’re so suddenly an expert at forming bonds?” She jests, causing the muscle under Chil’s eye to twitch slightly.

He sighs in satisfaction once he’s finished taking his drink. He points an accusatory finger at Marcille, it catches her off guard. “I’m just saying you should talk to her at least. I’m sick of hearing you sigh and giggle when you're just… staring… at her— it’s creepy!” Chilchuck says in a scolding manner.

Marcille’s cheeks turn red at the comment. “Wh—” She begins but your soft laugh cuts through the air and her ears pick up on the sound immediately.

No doubt Chilchuck has too, but he chooses to sigh at the elven girl. “All I’m saying is communication is important.” He stands and dusts off the back of his pants. “So get it together, Marcille. Do something about… this,” He gestures a hand vaguely at Marcille, “because I’m really, really getting sick of this nonsense.”

As he walks away, Marcille watches and grumbles something about how he should mind his own business, but she feels a presence appear next to her. She senses warmth.

Rising moon.

That’s what she was. Something alluring, something enigmatic, nearly mysterious. You had never met an elf before, not saying it was a bad thing but it definitely helped shine an interest on Marcille. Of course, it didn’t help that she was pretty. You were nervous, of course you were. You were fresh meat in a new environment, your next few days would be spent underground, enclosed by damp stone walls and all sorts of beasts. She had stepped closer to you, extended a friendly hand for you to shake. She had told you her name, a sweet sounding lullaby that gracefully left her lips.

You smiled warmly at her, feeling instantly at ease with her kindness, her softness. There was something that drew you to her, a force that tugged at you to come a bit closer to take a better look at her. She was soft, gentle. It was like the breath of autumn wind, something cool, something calming. You couldn’t quite place it, but you could tell something about her tempted you, lulled you into a drowsy state. So you smiled warmly at her, shook her hand and told her your name in return, a small hope kindling inside you that this acquaintanceship would lead to something more.

Midnight.

That’s what she was, dim and looming. You quickly grew close with Marcille, after all, she was the first friend you made among the Touden party, what reason did you have not to be close to her? Besides, she was admirable. In your eyes, she shone brightly, a soft light amidst the void of night. Marcille was a reliable member of the party, always looking for things to help out with (though sometimes she would complain first despite doing it regardless), which was admirable. She was smart too, well-versed in all sorts of spells and knowledgeable in different academic topics, which was admirable too. She also was very careful in her own way, taking time to make sure she was neat and tidy, putting the effort into adorning her silken blond locks with braids and bows, ridding her beautiful features of any spec or dirt, which was admirable… in a way… Well, in the way you were able to just admire her grace, her softness. Truly she had this air of softness to her, like she was constantly followed by a halo of light, a soft glow that was calming in its own way.

Marcille was truly admirable like, that you supposed.

But still, it felt like all you could do was admire her. Despite the closeness that developed between you two, there was always this invisible force that kept you apart, a tension that seemed to hinder you from stepping forward. That, or it was distance. She felt far away to you, something you could only be stuck admiring, like painting in a museum or light on the horizon. The allure of her would always draw you near, you'd sit next to her during meal times or secretly place your bedroll closer to hers, you'd walk side by side and chat when exploring, you'd help her brush the back of her hair, but there was this feeling from the pits of your guts, a self-instilled omen of misfortune for you if you continued to allow yourself to be drawn to her.

Well, after all, you saw how she was with Falin. You had nothing against Falin, you could never even be truly mad at either of them, but whenever they were together you felt… sad. It was quite acidic as envy, but it was cold, and dark, and quiet. Of course you knew the pair had been friends since they were young, years far before your addition to the Touden party, a story Marcille always smiled about when she'd tell you; her years at the magic academy were some of her favorite stories to tell you, you're favorites only because Marcille was the one telling them. Suppose it was some form of jealousy, but really it felt more akinned to despair.

Falin and Marcille were close, far closer than you could even imagine you and Marcille could become. When Marcille wasn't with you, she was undoubtedly with Falin — or rather, when Marcille wasn't with Falin, she was with you. It felt that way at least.

But, regardless, you were no evil witch, no lunatic magician. You wouldn't even dare explicitly drive a stake between the friends, as much as you desperately wanted to be in Falin's shoes. All you did was what you had already been doing, keeping yourself at arms reach, keeping a safe distance from you and her softness, her light, her mystery. You watched from afar, as she'd laugh alongside Falin, as she'd grab her hand, as she'd leave you in searing cold.

Setting moon.

That’s what she was as you sense her gaze linger on you as you patch up one of her dresses, an act you did with such care and love, you were practically kissing better the rips in the deep blue fabric. You feel it, practically burning gently on your skin like firefly kisses, how her emerald eyes stay fixed on you, preying on how your fingers move, studying how you brush hair out of your face. You catch her gaze from the corner of your eye, the hazy look on her porcelain skin, the way the firelight illuminated her features. You try your best not to think of it too much, knowing you’d turn bright red at just the thought of her, instead focusing your attention at carefully sewing her dress, focusing on threading the needle to create perfect invisible stitches to make it look brand new, focusing on how Marcille would smile when you handed her the finished product, focusing on the thought of how she’d go on to wear the dress with your needlework on it, a secret love letter etched into the blue fabric—

“You ‘kay?” A deeper female voice calls from beside you, fortunately and quickly breaking you free from your thoughts.

“Wh- Hm?” You hum, still trying to scramble out of the lingering remnant thoughts of Marcille.

“Yer.. turnin’ red.” Namari notes as she bends a bit closer, looking at the pink dust on your cheeks.

“It’s nothing..” You softly say, instinctively sneaking a glance at Marcille before you turn back to your work.

Narami is unimpressed. She catches the shift of your eyes towards the party’s battle mage and she sighs, taking a seat next to you. “Ya thinkin’ ‘bout her again?”

Instantly a small smile breaks on your face at the mention of Marcille, you chuckle, snorting a bit before you turn to meet Namari’s face. “Am I really that obvious?” You ask but there’s no sense of embarrassment or fear, Marcille did always make you feel at ease.

She mirrors your chuckle. “‘Course.” She says plainly. “Though, I doubt anyone else noticed.” She looks up. “Chil might’ve though.”

You follow her gaze to see the half-foot next to Marcille, she seems annoyed and a bit flustered too. You let out a small laugh and resume your work on the dress. “Of course, Chilchuck’s noticed. What doesn’t he?”

Namari snorts. “Bet he was the first to notice… whatever the both of ya got goin’ on with each other.”

Your brows furrow and your hands freeze. “What’s that meant to mean?”

Namari blinks at you, almost shocked at your confusion. “Like how Marcille and ya are… Ya know…” She makes a gesture, her fingers interlocking with each other. “Ya know?”

“What?” You ask, voice a pitch higher, the initial blush on your face quickly returning. “Wh-what is that even meant to mean, Mari?”

The dwarf shrugs. “I mean- well, if ya don’t know then there’s maybe nothin’— I don’t know!” She says defensively. “I’ve just heard Chil complain ‘bout ya two, is all.”

“Complain about what?”

“Says he’s tired’a seein’ ya two keep google’ at each other an—”

You sit up straight, causing her to pause abruptly. You look at her incredulously, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed. “Two of us?” You ask in a loud whisper. “Two of us?”

Marcille feels your warmth next to her, she feels her world begin to shine in radiant light. She turns to you, a little awestruck as she usually is when she looks at you, especially when you smile the way you’re smiling at her right now.

“Finished your dress,” you say sweetly, softly, like the sweet kiss of morning sunlight through the curtain.

She smiles at you like moonbeams across the ocean. “Thank you,” she replies. Your fingers touch when you pass the clothing to her, a featherlight brush against her like fate was teasing you with a small taste of what you craved.

You sit next to each other in silence, the same comfortable silence weighed on by that thick tension. Marcille smooths over the area where you stitched, fingers gingerly tracing over the invisible lines where your thread passed through her dress. You swallow thickly as you watch her, eyes following each gentle stroke of your fingers. You envy the fabric.

“Marcille,” your voice causes her to look up at you, your face catches the firelight like the honeyed rays of the sun.

“Hm?” She hums in response, head tilting to the side in curiosity. “What is it?”

You lean towards her, brows twitching and you try and muster your courage. “Do you… Do you… like me?” you ask timidly.

Oh, Marcille feels like she would die right now.

Her face instantly flushes red and she jolts upright. “What?” She nearly yells. 

You blink, trying terribly hard not to let your heart feel heavy. “Have I… gotten the wrong impression?”

“N-no! That— It’s—” She sighs. Suppose there isn’t really a way to talk out of it now. She opens her mouth to speak but you beat her to it.

“N-Namari told me to ask. She says it’s been pretty obvious.” You explain timidly, your gaze drifting away from her as wring your hands together. “She said… I was pretty obvious about it too…”

“About…?”

“I…” You take a deep breath, “I like you, Marcy.”

And it was like the world had suddenly shattered. That invisible force that held you two apart finally vanished with the air, leaving you two to allow each other to be pulled into one another like magnets.

Marcille’s eyes shine brightly, hopefully even. She leans closer, one hand gripping tightly against her dress, the same one you had so carefully taken the time to fix for her, the same one she had envied. The other hand lingers in the air, fingers twitching as she hesitates one final time, the final remnants of the tension between you two still trying desperately to cling on.

“Th… I— I like you too…”

You smile, the same smile when you first met, so brightly and sweetly. Relief washes over you, like you had just suddenly been doused in ice cold water. She reaches out to you with her free hand, very slowly making its way to cup your cheek.

“I think… I’ve liked you for a long time now,” Marcille says, punctuates it by saying your name so sweetly, like it was devised for her and only her to speak.

Her thumb smooths over your cheek, caressing your face in such a tender manner. You lean into the touch, moving your own hand to go over hers. You two stare at each other for a bit, tunnel visioning only into each other, allowing everything else around you to blur into distant colors.

You lean forwards, closer to her, and you hear a small gasp leave her lips when she realizes what would happen next. You smile fondly at the noise.

Then the sun and the moon finally meet in total eclipse.

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

i really like the side content about the canaries because i feel like it's kind of an interesting way to show criminal characters. like lycion's comic in the adventure bible has him saying he grew up to be violent because he didn't care about his body, or what happened to him because he felt so disconnected to it until he became a beastman. and like, yeah, the joke is that he still started fights & etc afterwards because now he wants to "show off" his body but in flerki's comic he's still taking after her while she's high & waiting for her to wake up because he wants to speak to his friend

like cithis is very clearly with the canaries because she has fun brainwashing everyone around her (normal for girls) but flerki & lycion kind of feel almost like they could have been foils for laios & marcille. they were arrested mainly because of the magic they were using & it was something they used because they hated the idea of being present in their bodies & turned to forbidden means to find a solution to that. maybe its kind of a stretch, the unequal lifespan of the different races causes a lot of discrimination, and if there was someone in society doing something about that, marcille might not feel so compelled to turn to black magic to fix it. if lycion was able to find a way to live without dysphoria naturally, he might not have become a beastman, or if the option was presented to him sooner, he might've been able to turn to a career that wasn't just illegal fighting.

& its clear that the elves don't care about their wellbeing as a whole. like, yes, flerki was dealing drugs before she was arrested, but she's still getting high & now she's using the money being given to her by the elf government & no one seems to care, and lycion was arrested for illegal fighting but he's... still very much using his beast form to fight. instead of doing anything to fix the situation that led them to this, they're just being forced to keep fighting & are thrown back in jail as soon as the problem they're here to fix is solved

[missnightshade]

❝ FOUND ❞

Moiraine Sedai x Original Character

After losing the stupid kids from Two Rivers in Shadar Logoth, Moiraine finds something (or someone) much better.

English is not my first language.

The search was restless. Literally.

Moiraine herself had a very bad habit of using every inch of her and Lan's inner energy for days before they actually needed the time to breathe. The warder, as quiet and collected as he could be, would always look at her through disapproving eyes whenever he felt her energy - far more important than his - drifting away every time she would put her sleep second, and healing the horses first.

Although Lan was already used to the stubborn Aes Sedai and her way of making things work on their way, taking care of her was his noble duty. She was a divine form of personal will, and her causes weren't even personal to begin with. His Sedai was, more than any other he has the (dis)pleasure of meeting, selfless in her own way, sacrificing most of her life to find the Dragon Reborn. That was something the kingdomless king found - at first - infuriating about the woman, but grew found of as the years by her side went by, and it became one of the reasons why he admired her.

So feeling her clammy skin, hot yet pale face and lifeless form on the ground (after he especially had lost all of the children they vowed to find and keep alive) was nothing but heartbreaking. Not to mention the pain he felt. Her pain. She was dying, and too fast for his liking.

The woods were a little more humid than the last ones they traveled by the last few days. Lan was sure that the coldness of the wet floor was doing quite the opposite of helping the other heal. Light, he didn't even know if there was any chance of her heeling. Her last words sunk into him that moment he saw no movement of her own.

You killed us all.

But he was more worried, indefinitely worried, about how he had killed her. The girl from the group of kids might've been able to help then. She could channel. She could have done something if they were still together.

The mare thought of losing Moiraine drove Lan mad. He tried to put as many cloths under her heavy body, and there was just little noise of discomfort coming though her parted dry lips as he moved her shoulders. Just then, the bushes a few meters away moved, and the Warder felt helpless as his hands reached for the sword hidden under his dark cape, unsheathing it in place.

"Who's there?", he demanded in a stern voice, standing over Moiraine to keep her at a safe distance from whoever might be their unexpected company.

" Shouldn't I be asking this? Not many people come to this area of the woods. Mainly not so close to Shadar Logoth."

The voice was calm and firm. There was a characteristic female shadow hidden behind a tall three, just a few steps from them. Lan took a step further, but said person didn't move a finger, breathing slow as a face came to the clearing Moiraine's body was lying, moonlit. Before Lan could say anything, the woman was kneeling down and something told him that the person was bearing no sense of harm, yet he held his sword tightly at her direction, afraid of a single movement.

The woman looked at Moiraine's not at all peaceful face, slowly pushing away the bloodstained fabric over the wound she had. After what looked like a medical examination, she stended again, slim body and tight composure guiding herself back to Lan, facing the blade of his sword easily. He took a moment to analyze the stranger. Blonde hair, green eyes and clean clothes.

"Trollocs poison.", she said certainly, lost in her own head as the eyes swept the region. " Take her into your arms. Leave the horses here and come back for them later. Two minutes walk and we'll reach somewhere safer. "

The stranger said calmy, almost vanishing into the shadows of the dark wood again before her steps came to a halt, the man's voice following suit.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Do you have any other option?", she turned to them. Although sceptical he was already with Moiraine in his arms. "You can stay here and let your Sedai die of either cold or eaten by a wolf that will definitely smell her rotten skin by the second. Or come with me. It's honestly that hard to think over your pride?"

The warder didn't answer, and she also wasn't expecting him to. Instead, she continued her path though the woods, clearly used to the pattern of the small trek they were doing in the fallen night. Although Lan was strong enough to cary Moiraine in her sleep, he was sure that the walk was not two minutes long, but they eventually made it.

As strange as it was, there was a house there. Completely in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and darkness. There was only one light lit in the front door, but it was enough to show how the small cottage could be warmer than anything in miles. Lan first thought seeing the woman move against the doorframe and guide him inside was that maybe they could die, or maybe they could rest.

"There's a room in the second left door.", the voice echoed in the already warmer house, candles being lit as the woman walked to each of them, making sure they could see each other better. "Leave her on the bed. I'll be there as soon as I can. "

In no position to deny a solution for Moraine's life, he did as told. His body was slightly too big to fit between the walls of the small place, but he did well while scooting down do place the Blue Ajah 's body over what looked like a clean bedding. It was clearly more comfortable than anything they've slept in in months, but no sarcasm came from the Sedai. Her silence, although common, was like knife sliding though his skin.

"You're pretty far from the White Tower.", he felt the stranger's presence before hearing her voice, but didn't move from Moiraine's body at all, afraid that if he did so, he'd be agreeing with letting someone he didn't even know take care of his sick Aes Sedai. The woman moved past him, making a face when she saw how stubborn Lan could be. "Are you going to stand over her body or let me take care of her?"

The warrior took a moment to consider the shorter human in the room. Her face was much clearer in the light of new candles burning around them. She was young. Not as young as the kids, but younger than him, although it was visible some marks of the time starting to make it's presence under her green eyes. She was strangely beautiful, and seeing her better like that, it was also noticable how her lips were always caring a hint of smile in their corners. A strange characteristic for a woman who seemly lived alone in the middle of the woods, close to a place no one in their right mind would dare to walk though.

"Who are you? How do I know you won't kill her?"

She snorted, placing a tray with different containers onto a piece of furniture close to the bed. "There's no way to know that, is there?", she simply asked, taking of the dark green cape resting over her shoulders, folding it before placing on a chair. "But you should know that if I really wanted to kill her, or you, I'd have already tried to do so. In a scenario that doesn't involve getting blood all over my house, preferably.", she blinked, dropping her arms at her sides. "I'm Ahrim."

"Lan." was all he said, as Ahrim thanked him with a look before moving to assist Moiraine.

It took her a long hour to clean and treat the wound. Ahrim knew that as good as she was with heeling without magic, the advanced stage of the poison required more. She did what she could, nonetheless. The mix of herbs she had applied to her open skin would do the best possible. Lan did not leave her side, breathing down the poor woman's neck like a predator. Once she was standing from the chair, Ahrim looked at him while cleaning her hands in a wet cloth that was now close to be covered in blood. The warder was expectant.

"It's going to help. Give her a bit of strength while slowing the effect of the poison, but my herbs will only get her too far into the days. She need stronger assistance. The magical type."

He knew that, of course. That didn't mean he knew how to do that.

"There were rumors of other Sedais coming this way a few days ago after a man. They shouldn't be too far. Maybe two days of traveling. I'd advise doing it as soon as possible, but she can't --"

"Travel. Not right now."

"Yes."

Ahrim's eyes rested on Moiraine's body. She had somehow managed to move her a little bit more into a comfortable position and Lan was thankful for that. He really lacked the soft touch.

" Would you...would you look out for her?"

His words said less that any other human could possibly understand, but somehow living with only herself and having the occasional human interactions when needed, Ahrim was good at reading into the least. He was going after them alone.

"I thought you didn't trust me.", she teased, crossing the small room to gather the tray of meds and lead them out of there to give the woman space to rest for a bit without someone towering over her.

"You didn't kill her.", Was his answer. " And I'm pretty sure if Moiraine still has a hint of life within her, she'll beat you in doing so."

Ahrim laughed, not even scared by the thought of having a full Aes Sedai on her home. And the implications that Lan's words had.

"Stay for the night and rest. This part of the woods is cruel and you look terrible, respectfully." , the blonde replied, leaving the tray on the small kitchen sink as she turned on her heels to look at the uptight warder. "There's bread and fresh milk. Find yourself whatever you need. I trust you not to run away with all of my food. Then I'll definitely help the poison go though her faster."

The man's stayed quiet, only bidding his head. Ahrim saw this as a way of communicating, in a strange and impersonal way. Sometime birds could be better at small conversations than people. She took it as a cue to call it quits with the wild night that gave her two strangers to look after. The small body made its way to the door in front of Moiraine's room, and before the door was shut a quiet "Goodnight Lan." was heard.

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The next morning the sun was still a little shy. The simple cottage was located in the middle of dense trees, but most of the morning sunshine seeping through her bedroom window would wake her up daily. Other days, like that one, Ahrim would wake up to the sound of the wild life. Birds, mostly.

She checked on Moraine as soon as her day's clothes were on her body. Dressed and fresh, the room she had settled the Aes Sedai in was hot and in desperate need of the morning's light breeze. By the color of Moiraine's skin, she was much better and would probably wake up soon, even if it was just to show off how alive she still was. Ahrim left one side of the window open, and left to get some of the things ready for the day.

Lan was gone. The way half of her bread was also gone and how there was no sign of the Warder even being there besides Moiraine was an indication of the fact.

As the first part of the morning went by, the blonde woman took care of things around the house. The way things were neat even with two strangers showing up in the middle of the night was something that impressed Lan the first time he saw the interior of Ahrim's personal space. She watered a few plants she had growing in a little garden just on the left side of the house, and went a little further into the woods in a direction she knew a small river was located to fetch some water. Once back in the house, she managed to get the water boiling with a few leaves of her favorite tea before hearing a soft gasp coming from the left bedroom.

She paused, looked around the small kitchen and decided it was a great time for the tea to be ready.

A tiny bit nervous about what kind of person she would encounter inside of her room, the younger of the two beings inside of the house had a steaming cup of the tea in her hands and a slow pace, like she was walking on eggshells inside her own property. The bedroom was silent as she slowly moved her head through the door before her body. The previous almost-dead-body covered in blue clothes was sitting on the bed this time, clearly disoriented.

Moireine, as she'd learned to be the Sedai's name, easily found her eyes, catching the way she was careful enough to balance herself against the doorframe. She should be afraid, but the blank expression her features gave away were scaring Ahrim instead. But, of course, she pushed through, finally entering the room till her body was fully in front of the older one.

Moiraine's hands grasped a bit of the blanket her body was previously covered with, and even if Ahrim noticed, there was no comment to be made about it.

"Glad to see you awake. Your Warder almost lost you."

The Lady followed her movement inside the room with her tired blue eyes, that seemed a lot more gray than anything with the sickness still present. She was so damn exhausted.

"Where's he?", she asked, or demanded the first thing that was expected her to. "Who are you?".

The brunette's voice was almost as broken as her body was. Weak and tired, but she still somehow managed to hold a bit of superiority behind the words, looking far too royal to be in Ahrim's guest bed.

"I'm Ahrim.", green eyes shone down on her as the smaller hands of Ahrim offered the cup of tea. "Drink it, it'll give you strength till Lan gets back with some good news to save your precious life."

There was no intention of sounding sarcastic, but Ahrim decided that it was what she was best at when she didn't know what to say and how to address a sick Aes Sedai looking at her like she was the Dark One herself.

Moraine was taken aback by how soft and caring Ahrim's voice was even while flowing with irritation over her doubt about the woman. Not that Ahrim could blame her. Not only she was knocking on death's door, but she was an Aes Sedai, known for their secrets and thinking everyone also did as them. If living too many years I'm the white tower taught Moiraine something, it was not to trust beautiful women with the potential to destroy the state of mind you took years building.

And Ahrim was a beautiful woman. That type of beautiful woman.

She took a moment to consider her options and her state. Her shoulder was sore and there was a intermittent feeling of sanity, as if at any moment Moiraine would slip back into a coma and not wake up for another twenty years.

"You don't look like a healer," was her choice of words before her right hand reached to accept the cup of tea either way.

She could inquiry more, learn more about her intentions, but she could also feel Lan. He was well and healthy, and definitely determinate. It was a fact.

"You also didn't look like an Aes Sedai yesterday. What did that change?"

Ahrim languidly stared between the open window and the Blue Ajah, her green eyes a bit more lighter after being exposed to the sun seeping through. It was peaceful, and her posture against the nightstand, hands softly gripping it behind her back as her body faced Moiraine, brought a sense of calm. She was at ease, and the common reaction to a Sedai was far from the welcoming nature the woman that made her home a healing stand for her had, and it was making her feel safer than she'd felt in ages.

Moiraine let go of her own skepticism, knowing very well that if Lan was the one to leave her there, he'd already gone through all of the possibilities inside his head, still opting to keep her there.

"The poisoned blade that bored into you hit pretty deep, but is was thankfully slowed down from attacking your bloodstream for...two days?" the blonde girl asked, eyes fixed on Moiraine's pale face. She was also beautiful, ungodly beautiful. As the Blue Ajah finally sipped the tea, her head agreed lowly, thankful that she actually understood about what she was doing. "That's probably when your body shut down, energy going all in trying to fix whatever was wrong. If it was sooner, I would've been able to help more, but herbs can only get you to a point after something so harmful affects you. I suggested your warder to find help from your sisters. I've seen some of them passing by two days ago. You'll be able to travel better in a week."

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Thanks to the world building, plots and schemes inside of The Wheel of Time, this turned out to be too big, so I decided to cut into two parts so it won't be too much to read all at once. I'll post the second part (or not) depending of how you like this. This was taken from my wattpad account, just in case someone is familiar with it.

[illegiblewords]

SOME ILLEGIBLE RAMBLES AND REFLECTIONS: MISSING WYLL

Jumping off my last analytical post for BG3, I actually do want to talk about Wyll a little. Wyll has been the companion I've had the trickiest time sorting thoughts out on. I do have thoughts on him, and frankly I want to invite people who are mainly Wyll fans to chime in if they have any observations that I might've missed! I don't know if this is the best way to explain it, but my perspective is if his story were a song I'd say he has the makings of a beautiful one--but there are notes missing. Notes that really, really should be there . I don't know why they aren't there, or if they've been hidden somewhere I haven't found yet.

As usual, longass discussion under the cut.

Here is my understanding of Wyll currently, without grabbing specific quotes.

Ulder Ravegard is his dad, who was a humble blacksmith who rose to nobility through some exceptional effort and personal achievement. Pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps sort of guy, takes pride in being compassionate and dealing with others in good faith. Raised Wyll not to consider himself better than anyone due to his status, but also seems to have imparted a lot of lawful good mentalities tbh. One thing that stood out a lot to me was a line Wyll said in Act III about how as a kid, he used to pretend to kill monsters in the park all the time. When he became an actual monster hunter as the Blade of Frontiers he had the disquieting realization that most monsters in reality are only people, just like him and his friends. This is interesting to me because it was NOT a lesson he got as a kid, and from how Ulder treats Wyll I don't think it's something Ulder is quite comfortable with himself. I'd go so far as to argue that, while Ulder's definition of 'good' is genuinely very good--it doesn't leave a lot of tolerance for anyone outside that. His compassion only goes so far and no farther. He's a little black-and-white in his thinking.

Side note: Wyll seems to treat being Blade of Frontiers like being a two-dimensional hero in a storybook at times. The Act III line where he admits it's all just messy people was so fucking interesting, and I wish there was more examination of the messy morality of trying to fight monsters or even understand what monsters are for him. Being good isn't easy or guaranteed and the most impressive title in the world doesn't prove you're actually a hero. Actions come before reputation.

Wyll was, according to the previous point, raised to be the embodiment of lawful good as Ulder saw it. Be selfless, don't indulge in finery or status, be noble, make sacrifices for the greater good. With that in-mind, I want to point out that for all Wyll doesn't like courtly life he loves to dance as something more aligned to that courtly lifestyle. It's one of the things he has left that continues to give him joy. It's an indulgence.

Wyll, as raised by Ulder, sacrifices his own well-being and future in his pact with Mizora to ensure no one else in Baldur's Gate came to harm. He was also bound in such a way that prevented him from explaining what happened or why. When Ulder saw his son return home with one eye, pacted to a devil, obviously in a lot of distress and struggling to explain something... Ulder's reaction wasn't to trust his son's morality or feel concern for him. Ulder decided to hurl out all history, all individual understanding of Wyll's character, and chuck Wyll out like he was a pure evil aligned monster and always had been. He just assumed Wyll was the embodiment of every selfish, depraved impulse he could imagine and a traitor to every cause he believed in. He also does not change his mind on this unless forcibly shown through the tadpole what actually transpired. He is not willing to listen or consider alternate perspectives, and I'd argue he loved his son as an abstract concept/extension of his own moral beliefs more than as his own person. (And as an aside: given how Ulder reacted to Wyll without even knowing his situation, do you think he would be ready to show compassion to someone like Astarion who has done horrific things to others under coercion?)

Note, Wyll never actually deals with previous point emotionally. He never allows himself to feel anger or grief over the way his own father treated him. He never lashes out at Ulder on his own behalf for not seeing him as a person, for not treating him as a person, for not loving him as a person or as his son. Ulder talks almost casually about having misjudged Wyll. 'Whoops my bad, I might be an asshole'. We're in a game where Astarion kills Cazador and just starts screaming and sobbing on his knees over everything that happened. Why isn't Wyll pissed off that everything he endured ALONE, the realization that his father never really saw or trusted him, was met with 'whoops'? Why isn't Ulder more horrified over what he did to Wyll? The fact that he isn't so much as in the same breath as other characters expressing anguish makes me think he still, STILL does not understand what he put Wyll through as his father. And Wyll having no reaction other than 'yay Dad likes me again :D' doesn't ring true imo. It's possible to love someone but be absolutely furious with or hurt by them. Mizora was not the only one who did Wyll dirty.

Wyll's pact with Mizora in the first place hinged on Wyll not trusting himself to keep Baldur's Gate safe from the cult of Tiamat AND Wyll not considering himself someone also worthy of protection too. Wyll is part of the tradition 'other people's suffering counts but not mine, I exist to be a shield for others'. I don't think Wyll has ever been taught he is also part of Baldur's Gate who should be kept safe. Self-sacrifice under those circumstances isn't an informed choice but like a self-destructive person offering their life up for cheap, when it isn't strictly necessary. First resort rather than last kinda deal.

Unless I've forgotten something, Wyll breaking his pact is framed not only by Mizora but the narrative as Wyll being selfish and deciding his father should die instead of keeping himself bound. The narrative itself doesn't really challenge this idea even if Wyll does successfully save Ulder unbound by his pact with Mizora. In my experience, out of all the cast members I think Wyll is the only one who is framed as possibly a worse person for opting out of the abusive relationship he's in. I really don't think he should be. Healthy selfishness (self-care, self-esteem) is not a bad thing. We have sayings about not setting ourselves on fire to keep others warm. I don't know why Wyll isn't given room to realize, discuss, and embrace this. In addition to everything else I've mentioned it kind of kills the shape of his character arc imo. Wyll starts off selfless to a fault. Having him remain selfless to a fault and continue making the same choices he did at the beginning sets him up for spiritual death as a character, which would make him staying pacted to Mizora fitting to articulate that concept in a way. He didn't 'sin' against or wrong other people to become a devil, but he absolutely 'sinned' against himself by allowing it to continue. It's total self-destruction and it's tragic. But when he breaks the cycle, in canon any degree of selfishness is still narratively condemned. He only gets "redeemed" if he saves Ulder, in the sense that he is still enforced as a selfless person/he is only so good as he is selfless. ADDITIONALLY! He's given a choice between protecting people as Archduke or protecting people as Blade of Avernus but there isn't actually a whole lot of discussion about Wyll's own happiness regardless of others. Wyll isn't given room to feel ugly emotions, anger on his own behalf, or basic self-preservation without the game itself side-eyeing him. Wyll should not have to be a "perfect" and selfless person to be a good and worthwhile person worth protecting.

Like... what bothers me, is that Wyll isn't given room to express or examine anything. He isn't allowed to feel conflicted or angry. He isn't allowed to want for himself. He isn't allowed to be furious with his father or to wonder if his anger at his father (who he still loves) fuels his desire to break his pact with Mizora or if it's just treating himself like he's worth something too. It kind of feels like the narrative itself is dehumanizing Wyll by denying him room to be selfish at all, even when he really needs to be. Even when it would give room for emotional and complex scenes that could resonate.

When I've thought about what kind of romantic partner would be most interesting for Wyll imo, what struck me was it should be someone who is selfish and actually encourages his selfishness a bit. Not in a corrupting way (even if he worries it might be at times) but someone who can encourage some balance in him and vice versa. I don't think Wyll works as a narrative tool to show how nice another character already is or be their trophy boyfriend. As a character, him being imperfect I think is intrinsically important to him feeling real. And guy really does deserve to feel real, you know?

It's been weird, since Wyll approaches some of my absolute favorite themes as a character for being a hero who needs to understand not being heroic all the time is okay/heroes need protecting too sometimes. But he doesn't really do anything with them currently as far as I'm aware. That's made it harder for me to engage with him. If his romance route touches on it more like then that's awesome. But I feel like if we could see full character arcs for other companions regardless of romance, it should be doable for Wyll too.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 2

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

The walk from your apartment building to the Avengers HQ was a good thirty minute walk. On a good day, it would've been pleasant, the kind of walk you might've made daily if you'd had a dog. However, wearing the sweatshirt again with the nerves made it feel like you had been walking for hours.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stood at the gate with the intercom thing-a-ma-bobber before pressing it with a shaky finger.

You weren't entirely sure why you were so nervous. There was no crime for bumping into people. . . but when it was a King, much less the King of Wakanda, well perhaps it was good sense to be nervous.

"How may I help you?" A bored, female voice said on the other side.

"Hi, I was hoping to talk to the King of Wakanda." Your voice, at least, didn't sound shaky.

The voice on the other side snorted, "Yeah, sure."

"I'm the girl that bumped into him earlier." You said, embarrassed. "I just wanted to er, apologize to him was all."

There was a bit of silence before the female voice said, "I'll let him know. Have a fantastic day."

You blinked. Well, at least he would know that I had attempted to apologize. Some of the nerves dissipated as you turned to walk back to the apartment.

Having only walked a few feet though, you heard a voice call behind you, "Excuse me!"

You turned slowly and then flushed dark when you saw the King standing there.

He was wearing very standard clothing. A black button up shirt with black slacks and black dress shoes.

"Aren't you hot?" You blurted out. The blush went darker. "I mean, hot in your clothing. I mean cause it's summer. You know what, just completely ignore what I just asked."

The King actually smiled, his white teeth almost blinding against his darker skin. "You forget I am used to African climate. Much hotter than this."

Oh. His accent. Oh my God.

You swallowed again and then you said, "I just wanted to apologize. I forgot about work and I was rushing to get to work and I bumped into you and I just spat out an apology and I had no idea that you were the King of Wakanda-"

"Breathe." He said with a light chuckle that almost made you die inside. "It's quite alright. I understand."

Every nerve dissipated. You nodded awkwardly.

"I never got your name." He said, tilting his head.

"Oh, I'm Y/N." You said quickly, not sure if you should hold your hand out. You saw his left hand twitch slightly and he held out his hand, "T'Challa."

"Ouch." You yelped before shaking his hand. You'd felt a sharp pain in your left wrist. It was like backing into a table corner. It didn't really hurt, but you felt like saying 'ouch' anyways.

You blushed, "Sorry, I had a pain."

"I thought you might." He said with a small smile.

You stared at him blankly. He rolled up his sleeve which had a singular colour there. You noticed that it was [Periwinkle/Turquoise/Jade] line. You barely even realized that it was the same colour as the one on your right wrist- a.k.a your favorite colour.

He stepped closer, showing you the name that had been branded into his skin: Y/N.

Of course. After you met your soulmate their name was matched with their colour. You just hadn't realized that it hurt.

Then you realized something.

Your soulmate was the freaking King of Wakanda.

You weren't entirely sure what the correct reaction to the information was. Faint? Squeal? Run away screaming?

Somehow, you just stayed frozen, staring at your name on his wrist.

"Are you alright. . . Y/N?" T'Challa asked.

You licked your lips, trying to form a coherent response. "I- but you're a King."

T'Challa chuckled again, "That I am. Which will make you my Queen."

You blushed again and then said awkwardly, "I'm afraid that you're going to have to um, share me with quite a few people." As you spoke, you pulled up your sleeve to show the eleven brands. The eighth line of purple and black now had the name T'Challa imprinted there.

T'Challa took in the ten other lines and chuckled, "So I will. I recognize your name now, from the record book. Of course, only your baby picture is in there."

"That's a good thing." You muttered.

"Follow me. I'd like to introduce you to my sister Shuri." T'Challa said with a smile.

You nodded, slightly surprised as he put his elbow out. You hooked your hand around his elbow like you had done this before, and let him lead you into the compound.

"Did the attendant behind the intercom let you know I was out here?" You asked curiously.

"Sharon? No. I was walking along the grounds. Tony has a good selection of botany here. I thought I recognized your figure and I was curious about what you were doing here so I came to inquire." He said with a smile.

We entered the Avengers compound and you took a look around. There were two women there, both dark skinned and bald. One, the taller of the two, narrowed her eyes at you. "What is-"

"This is my soulmate, Y/N Y/L/N." T'Challa introduced me. "Y/N, this is Okoye, my personal guard and friend."

There was a slightly shorter girl there with a head of hair who bounced up onto her feet, rushing to hug me. Slightly taken aback, it took me a moment to hug her back.

"Hi! I'm Shuri. You're beautiful." She said, pulling back.

"Y-You're stunning." You stuttered.

"Whose this?" A new voice, male, asked. You looked over to see the Tony Stark strolling along the floor like he owned- oh wait.

"Mr. Stark." T'Challa said genuinely.

"I'm Y/N." You introduced, sticking your hand out on a whim. No idea where you got the courage to do so, even more surprised when Tony actually shook your hand.

"Tony Stark naturally." He said easily but you felt another prick on your left arm. You fought the urge to look down. He was wearing long sleeves as well, so you had no idea if he had felt the prick. Probably, right?

You both stared at each other as you both lowered your hands. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it was an after effect of T'Challa's bond.

Tony's eyes shifted to T'Challa as he swiped his glasses off, putting them in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "Everyone's upstairs. We're just waiting for Thor and Loki."

You blushed. There must be some sort of meeting. You certainly didn't want to intrude.

"How about we bring Y/N along here to introduce her to the rest of the crew?" Tony asked.

"Y/N?" T'Challa asked.

You were startled, "Oh, but I couldn't possibly!"

"Nonsense." Tony said, putting an arm over your shoulder. "You're clearly my soulmate, unless you didn't feel a prick in your left arm. It's only fair to introduce you to the group."

"Oh?" T'Challa asked in surprise, "You as well?"

Tony turned to look at him, "Pardon?"

You quickly rolled your sleeve up. Indeed, Tony was there on the red and gold line. Tony looked at the several lines and then whistled, "Well, aren't you a hot commodity? Definitely need to introduce you now, pretty sure that's Capsicle's line." He said, pointing to the red, white, and blue line.

Was he right? Was it really Captain America's line? How many of your soulmates were going to be the Avengers?

"Shall we?" Tony asked, quirking a brow.

Well, at least they were all hot, right?

T'Challa gave you his elbow again which you took, while Tony was slightly more possessive, taking your hand into his.

"FRIDAY, floor 47." Tony announced as we stepped into the elevator.

"Yes Mr. Stark. Miss Y/L/N doesn't have clearance however." An automated, slightly Irish sounding female voice said from. . .the speakers? The air? It kind've sounded like it was all around us.

"Override it. Miss Y/L/N can go wherever she pleases in the building, including the lab."

"You don't let anyone in the lab, not even Stephen." T'Challa said as the elevator started to move with a 'yes sir'.

"Well Stephen would break everything, but I think my soulmate right here will be quite good. Small hands." Tony said, squeezing your hand a little.

You slightly blushed. This was starting to be a bit overwhelming for you, but neither of them seemed fazed at all.

"H-How are you taking this so. . . easily?" You questioned.

"We're used to weird sweetheart." Tony dropped. "You've got eleven soulmates and we just happen to be them. At least there's no time travel or aliens involved." He paused and then questioned, "You're not an alien are you?"

"No." You said quickly. "I'm. . . average except the eleven soulmates."

"I wouldn't say average." Tony said with a nonchalant shrug, "You're quite stunning."

You blushed again.

"I was going to say gorgeous." T'Challa said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers over your spine. Exactly how long would they take to marry you? Because there was a hell of a lot of sexual tension in this extremely small box.

The bell dinged, the doors sliding open. Tony led us down the hallway at this point, pulling open one of the double doors and the three of us stepped through.

Several famous faces stared back at us and you shrank slightly into T'Challa's side.

"Whose this?" The blond man you knew was Steve Rogers asked Tony.

"Well, go on sweetheart, introduce yourself." Tony said with a smirk. You wondered just how many of the people in the room Tony suspected were your soulmates.

"Hi. I'm Y/N." You said quietly.

Five of them jerked their left arms slightly.

Steve, James Barnes, and one of the other African American men exchanged looks. You weren't entirely sure if that was Sam or James Rhodey.

Steve was the first to move, holding out his hand, "I'm Steve Rogers."

You shook it, ignoring the sting in your left arm. You'd left your jacket off, showing the eleven marks. Steve's name slowly filling in on the red, white, and blue one. Tony smirked.

"Bucky." He said. His metal arm was black and gold, but he held out his flesh hand which you shook quickly.

"Sam." The man that you hadn't been quite sure you were said next. Another sting.

"And I'm James." Another African American man stepped forward to shake your hand. "But my friends called me Rhodey."

"I'm Clint." The famous archer said, shaking your hand. Another sting.

"Natasha." The red head assassin said, holding hands with Bruce Banner.

"Bruce." He said with nod of his head.

"I'm Peter. Peter Parker." The youngest one of them said. I almost waited, cringing, for another stab of pain, but nothing happened.

"I'm Wanda, this is Vision." Another red head, slightly brighter said. The robot that was standing behind her had his arm wrapped around her waist. He settled down into a more human appearance.

"Hey I'm Scott, also known as Antman." One of the last guys with a grin said.

"Hope." The female next to him rolled her eyes.

"And I'm Maria Hill." The last person in the room said.

"Nice to meet all of you." I said quietly.

"How many lines do you have left?" Tony enquired.

"Four." I said. I showed him my arm.

"Hmm, well high probability that the gold and green is Loki. He doesn't wear anything else." Tony speculated.

"Loki?" Steve asked with slight distaste and a little bit of a frown.

"I already know the green and blue is Stephen Strange because it matches mine." Tony said, not sounding at all displeased about sharing his soulmate with You. "But the black and the gold, I have no idea."

Suddenly, the doors opened up behind us again. You pressed back into T'Challa's front as a rather intimidating man with an eyepatch entered the room. He greeted Maria Hill softly first, his one eye roving to land on You.

"And who are you?"

"Y/N Y/L/N sir." You said quickly.

There was a slight flicker as his eye moved between Maria and yourself before moving forward to shake your hand, "Nick Fury."

Another stab of pain as you shook his hand firmly. His eye flickered down to your arm, seeing his name on his arm and the multitude of colours there. "Well, aren't you special?"

Was that an insult?

He let go of your hand, motioning to Maria Hill, "This is my other soulmate."

I nodded but didn't have to say anything as Sam asked, "You and Fury? Did not see that one happening."

"Should've placed bets." Clint and Scott said at the same time.

"Guess it makes sense pure black would be Fury." Tony said nonchalantly.

Suddenly, there was a large crash of lightning and thunder outside.

"Damn, he still did it on the lawn." Tony muttered.

You were still rather stressed, feeling completely out of place at the meeting, despite nearly half of the occupants being soulmates. You weren't entirely sure if you were cursed or blessed at this point.

"Point Break." Tony barked to the tall, short brown-haired man that entered, "What have I told you about creating bifrost crop circles on my lawn?"

"My apologies tin man." Thor said in a loud, booming voice, flashing me a huge smile, "I got so excited when Heimdall revealed that our soulmate was here, I temporarily forgot."

My eyes flickered to the just as tall, polar opposite behind Thor. Loki, god of Mischief. Eyes blue as the ocean, wavy black hair neatly falling on his shoulders. He was wearing a black suit without a hint of the gold and green that showed in his colour band.

"Our?" Steve questioned behind me.

"Loki and mine!" Thor said, his voice still loud as he strode forward, "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance Princess, I am Thor God of Thunder."

He kissed your forehead and both cheeks, leaving you red as a tomato before you managed to say, "Y-Yes pleasure to m-meet you. I'm Y/N."

Loki stepped forward with more eloquence and grace, taking your hand to kiss the back of your knuckles, blue eyes never leaving your E/C ones before he said in a quiet voice that sounded a whisper to his brother, "I am Loki, my Queen."

It was so overwhelming as he stepped back and you just stood there. You had only one soulmate left to meet.

Stephen Strange. Dr. Strange.

You didn't know much about him, other than he lived in New York and had helped save the world. Oh and that he had discovered something called the multiverse. But yeah, other than that, you knew nothing about him. You weren't even entirely sure you'd be able to pick him out on the street unlike the others. Unless, of course, he was wearing his infamous robes.

As if called by your thoughts, an orange portal opened up behind Tony, a tall, extremely handsome man stepping out followed by a slightly shorter Asian man, perhaps of Chinese ethnicity, though you weren't certain. Perhaps Tibet?

The man You were sure was Stephen Strange placed a rather sweet kiss on the top of Tony's head before introducing himself to You. The familiar sting took place and You told him your name.

"Well, with introductions out of the way, doesn't change the fact you don't really have clearance for the following conversation. Neither do you Mr. Parker. So-"

"But sir." Peter complained.

"Yeah, right, of course. I should go home anyways." You said quickly. "My sister is probably wondering where I am."

"Parker, please accompany her home." Fury said with no room for arguing.

Peter followed You from the room and once you were in the elevator, you nearly collapsed. You hadn't realized just how tight and uncomfortable you had been until now.

"You alright?" Peter asked with obvious concern.

"Just stressed. That was stressful. I've gone so long without a single soulmate and suddenly they're all dropped on me. And not only do I meet all of them in one day in less than an hour, but they're Gods and Super soldiers and magicians and billionaires and spies! I mean, how is this possible?" I asked.

"It makes sense." Peter said simply. "They're all like family and they're all missing a piece of themselves. You're that."

"I thought some of them already had their soulmates." You questioned.

"Sure. Mr. Fury has Agent Hill and Agent Hill has Mr. Fury and Agent Coulson. But Mr. Fury's also had a band for the past [18-30] years, saying he had another soulmate. Mr. Stark and Mr. Strange as well. Not to mention Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, and Sam, though they're all together, they've had a band missing. And the others just haven't had one period."

You mulled that over for a moment. "It's so. . . interesting the way it works."

"Oh yeah, You should hear Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner talk about soulmate bonds. Real sciency stuff. But yeah, I got two soulmates. One's name is MJ and the other's name is Ned. I think the only one out of us all that doesn't have a soulmate is Pietro."

"Pietro. Who is that?" I questioned.

"Oh, he's Wanda's twin brother." Peter answered as we started our walk out of the Avengers compound. "He's got three bands, but he's never met any of his soulmates. But he spends a lot of time in Sokovia instead of with us."

"I thought. . . I thought he died?" You asked carefully, not wanting to bring up an insensitive topic.

"When Dr. Banner snapped everyone back, he brought back Avenger members too. That's how Natasha, Coulson, and Pietro came back. And then Captain Marvel snapped to killed Thanos and that was that."

"Interesting." Was all you could muster to say.

"Say, I could swing us to your apartment." Peter said excitedly. "We'd get there so much faster."

"Um, sure?"

What could go wrong?

*A fEw MoMeNtS lAtEr*

I'm going to die. I'm literally going to die.

You had shut off your voice so you didn't scream as you clutched tightly around Peter's neck as he swung through the city.

Sure, it hadn't been to bad when he'd first started going, but now that you were high about these skyscrapers and there wasn't even a seatbelt- well you were starting to feel a little more anxious.

Finally, Peter landed in front of your apartment building. There weren't to many people around. "See you around Y/N." He said, waving slightly before taking back into the air.

You hurried into the apartment and then made your way upstairs, opening the apartment door and stepping inside.

You sunk down with your back to the door, wondering what your reaction was going to be. Cry? Or laugh?

The apartment was silent as you closed your eyes, thinking of the head spinning day you'd had.

"Where the hell have you been?"

You screamed.

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[sevenrenny]

I might as well ask you this because I enjoy your writing and way of expressing your opinions. Why do you personally ship Sonamy? What got you into Sonamy? What’s your favorite moment between the two? I know this is a very common question, but I hope you don’t mind me asking. 😅

Oh, this ought to be fun XD I don't mind at all. Send all the asks you like, I like to talk about my interests. I tend to ramble, so excuse my long texts. Gonna insert a break line so I don't torture my followers (that sentence makes it sound like I'm running a cult.)

Why do you personally ship Sonamy? What got you into Sonamy?

These two are connected, so it's fair to answer them both in one go. I'm very new to the fandom, unlike most of the people I've met who've been here for as long as they can remember. I originally had no interest in the franchise. Yeah, I played some games and watched the anime a few years back and had some cheap plastic toys from fast-food kiddie meals, but the franchise never stuck with me back then.

I got reintroduced through Sonic Prime around last year, which led to me reading the IDW comics, which is where I started getting into SonAmy. I really liked Amy in particular; surprising, seeing as she hadn't been my favorite character as a child. I liked Tails and Silver more back then, but the comic solidified Amy as my number one. In every fandom I've been in (HTTYD, MHA) I almost always gravitate toward characters who embody love, and that's the core of Amy.

Sonic was harder for me to decipher at first, seeing as he's more of a person who shows his emotions through action rather than words (in some iterations, at least.) But seeing him be more receptive in the comics and treating her better in more recent media portrayals piqued my interest because this wasn't how I remembered these two from when I was a kid. Seeing the progression from how their dynamic started to how it became made me feel proud of them.

And I'm one of those who likes to hypothesize that their affection used to be more one-sided but became mutual over time. Things change. Feelings change. People change. And I love that.

What’s your favorite moment between the two?

This. I think this is when I started seeing the ship as something I'd like. I've inserted the second panel as well because, while I know the first one is a no-brainer for some SonAmy shippers, I don't see many of them bringing up the follow-up panel.

Before this scene, Sonic kept rejecting Amy's proposal to go back to the Resistance with her (he had his reasons, as he saw investigating the circumstances of Eggman's absence and the waves of Badniks as a higher priority. Get to the snake's head to find the root of the problem.) He was in a hurry to get going. It wasn't until Amy told him she loved him for who he was and that she didn't want to change him that he stopped, got a little flustered, and proposed she come with him instead.

And she declined. She, too, had priorities.

Before this moment, it was possible he didn't see having both Amy and his stubborn way of doing things his way possible, but after, it might've finally clicked in his head that, Oh wait, I can have both? He's asked Amy to come along with him for other adventures afterward.

Also, can I just say how much I appreciate Sonic (who has a history of being touch averse) being more welcoming to her affection? Cause I do.

Okay, switching to Frontiers:

This scene is mostly quiet (I like nonverbal communication in general) and I found it too adorable to not mention. It's just for a few seconds, but the way Sonic does a little giddy skip when she waves him over, and the the fact that he just smiled so innocently the whole time he made his way over is just pure sweetness.

This short little misunderstanding/confrontation. This one's just plain fun for me. Sonic's impatience and inability to articulate his reasoning leads to him sounding like he's abandoning the Koco Amy really wants to help. She's putting the Koco before herself when Sonic's just worried about her. As soon as the misunderstanding is cleared up, Amy calms down, seeing it from his point of view now. It's a subtle little exchange, but knowing how these two used to not be great at communication in past games, and seeing them now deescalate a little misunderstanding this calmly brings me joy.

With each Koco the characters help, there's a certain theme associated between the Koco and Sonic's friends. The inventor Koco and Tails, trying to be of use to others; the soldier Kocos and Knuckles, both who had their people wiped out. For Amy, the Koco (the only Koco who goes by they/them, so that's what I'll be using for them here) is trying to reunite with their lover who had gone into battle. Throughout the game, Amy in her ghostly form can't touch anyone, and she expresses symptoms of dissociation, of feeling 'detached', that she's flying in a dream, but she wishes to just land.

Remember, Amy is a physically affectionate person, but she can't do much of anything, let alone feel anyone, in this situation. She has to leave it to her love, Sonic, to go into battles. She knows all too well how the Koco was feeling, being separated from their lover. When Amy and Sonic watch the Koco reunite with their partner for the last time, it hits Amy hard, and Sonic knows how affected she is by this. He gives her some time to grieve because he knows her well enough to understand this hit her hard. He tells her, "They're together now." And that's all that matters. And I love that scene. It's so mild compared to what others in the community might bring up, but I'm a sucker for the quieter moments like this.

I have to stop myself now before this turns into a novel lol

[kimpossibly]

🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!

cats + wednesday addams !

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)

Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.

"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."

You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"

Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"

You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.

And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."

A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.

You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.

After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.

"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."

"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."

You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."

Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."

Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.

"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."

You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."

You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.

The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.

Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.

"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."

"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.

Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."

You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."

Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"

You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.

The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.

And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.

Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.

One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"

Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"

Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."

You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"

[roydeezed]

Dungeon Meshi Episode 8 shows us the heart of the series

If you're a new watcher, I feel like Episode 8 is the perfect episode to show off the series' charm as well as hook viewers. For people trying to get their friends into it, it's also the perfect episode to throw them into, to convince them. The art and animation is top notch, with characters being their goofiest selves. The fireside storytelling really lends to the shows cozy atmosphere. The worldbuilding rears it's head as well, with the instance about the guano and slime and the adventurers controlling the population putting into perspective the thought behind the series in a almost meta textual props from Ryoko Kui to herself. And we get to see the beating heart of the series that is Falin. Which is what I really want to talk about.

Falin is quite literally the beating heart of the show. The telltale heart that's been ripped out and is missing, but still beating somewhere within the walls of the dungeon. She is the reason for the journey itself and also how we see the redeemable, caring and loving side of our heroes. Laois as a big brother, Chilchuck as a friend, and Marcille as a... "friend". But despite all of that, she's gone for most of the story. It's not until episode 8 where we learn about her personality other than her being self sacrificing. But that's why it works. She haunts the narrative in so many different ways. In a masterful stroke of storytelling, Ryoko Kui was somehow able to meld gothic romance with a high fantasy adventure. Falin literally haunts the main characters through the architecture, the dungeon itself a constant reminder of their failure and the love the party and Falin have for each other. We see her as small, frail, and weak, but ultimately someone incredibly admirable for sticking to her sense of self, something the narrative rewards her for. This episode also calls back to this empty hole in the party. Falin knows healing magic. Falin knew about the slime, she might've known about the Undine. Falin was at harmony with many of the things they find themselves coming up against. There's also a sharp contrast between what I can only describe as Marcille's "failgirl" tendencies and her reputation as a prodigy with Falins reputation as a slacker and the constant invoking of her name in a manner akin to a savior, someone who would know what to do. This episode completes the picture, in a very early rough draft sense of the phrase, of Falin and the motivation behind the journey. They have to rescue her, yes, but she isn't a damsel in distress. Because they've already failed her. She's dead. All they can hope for is to be able to somehow revive her and maybe redeem themselves in the end. And she was a vital member of their party in so many ways that her missing presence is felt almost through the entire journey. Finally, that little part about Falin being lonely until Marcille showed up puts a bow on top of everything. Her loneliness in the past contrasts with how alone she must be in death, another specter of a thought that hangs over them.

P.S. I gotta gush about the worldbuilding cause I really didn't appreciate it the first time around that I read it cause watching that guano and slime scene animated made me flashback to my first D&D campaign where I'd given one of my players some magic beans. The dungeon started in a cave filled with bats before going on with proper cobblestone and torches and other dungeon fixtures. The bean player asked if there was any bat guano on the ground and scooped it up. When the climactic fight of the dungeon was near its end, the players having found a really great strategy to wear down the boss to his last few hit points, the bean player made a really high DC roll to throw both the guano and beans into the boss's mouth, killing him using the instant growth effect of the magic beans. At the time I was so impressed by what my player had done because I hadn't even considered what the guano could be used for until the fight happened. It was such a taken for granted feature that there's just normal dungeon stuff in a dungeon. You don't really ask about the mundane, even though they're there. It's kind of like a painted on door, if you wanted to interact with it, it opens up a whole room of new possibilities. And Ryoko Kui turned that whole premise of accepted fixtures into an amazingly vibrant world. Dungeon Meshi manages to explore the relationship of the world with itself while keeping a really cozy and kind heart and I feel like that can't be admired enough.

[eyesontheskyline]

Hiya! I’ve been seeing this hc circulating around for a while and I wanted to hear your opinion about it. I don’t know if you’ve seen it before, but someone posted a long analysis about how when Emily mentioned killing someone in the Doyle arc, she wasn’t referring to Declan but to some person she might’ve actually killed, a civilian maybe (possibly while undercover). It’s difficult for me to imagine a situation other than Emily trying her absolute hardest to keep someone away and failing, which is what would cause an untimely death completely unrelated to her involvement. Idk just the idea of her killing is so against her character and so against everything she stands for in the show, I think it’s more she thought she had something to do with someone’s death - in an impossie situation - rather than actually having a hand in it.

Hi! So I'm not 100% sure if we're thinking about the same post, but if so I think I might've replied to it at some point. And disclaimer before I say anything: many interpretations are valid, and one of my favourite things about this arc is that it introduces so much complexity.

Personally, I think he's talking about Declan. Not because of any particular character thing about Emily - just because it makes narrative sense. The entire arc is this slow unveiling of what he is actually getting revenge for, and it's Declan. So from memory here's kind of how the 'reveal' of Declan goes. I am definitely going to miss things.

"You took the only thing that matters to me." - we have no idea what he's talking about here, just that whatever it is, he wants Emily to pay with her life.

"Happy birthday, my love." - again, we don't know who he's talking to, but he's in a Catholic church lighting a candle at a side altar so they're probably dead.

The whole reveal about the gimmel ring and the flashback to him giving it to her - we learn they were in a committed relationship and that he wanted to marry her. (This is another place the fandom differs but it's at least complicated for her, and he does seem to genuinely love her in his own fucked up way.)

Some members of the team are used narratively to try to plant the idea with the audience that maybe this ruthlessness actually does say something Bad about Emily. Whether you think this is clumsily done or a logical place for Morgan's mind to go is up for interpretation, but the things he says are there in the script to plant the question 'is she bad, actually?'

"This won't be the first time you've killed an innocent, but it will be the first time you have to watch". We're like 'omg what is he talking about', because we still don't know about Declan. [[From his POV, as far as he knows, she was the only person who knew about his son, and his son was killed by someone else to break him. She caused his son's death, but didn't have to watch. It just feels overwhelmingly more likely that this is what he's referring to here than anything else, because getting her to confess to this is the entire point of capturing her and torturing her.]]

That weird hammy scene between Rossi and Ashley where Ashley is like "WHY FAMILIES???" that leads to the team realising Doyle killing a child he could've chosen to spare could be the key to figuring out why he's taken Emily. Clyde wonders, if Doyle had a kid, why Emily would've kept that from him, and we don't know the answer.

Doyle tells Emily if she knew where to find him she knows "what this is about", and it's time for her last confession. She says "take me to where he died" - this is the first time we hear her acknowledge Declan at all and it's like 15ish mins from the end of Lauren.

The flashback of her with Declan. She clearly loves this kid and cares about protecting him. Uh oh did she actually get this child killed????

Doyle shows her the photo of Louise and Declan. They very much appear to be dead, she is the only person who knew Declan was his child, she admits to putting him in the profile and Doyle says the photos were what broke him and got him to talk. She's crying about it. It very much seems like this child is dead and she is responsible. (I honestly think as long time fans and people obsessed with this arc, we forget how late this reveal comes and how much the audience does not know what really happened yet at this point.)

"There's something you don't know about those photos" etc etc etc where we hear Emily fill in what Doyle (and the audience) didn't already know, and makes her behaviour fit with what we already knew about her - she put a lot on the line to protect this kid, even kept him a secret from Clyde, who has been established as Even Shadier Than Her, and all is well with our understanding of our ruthless fave.

Narratively, almost every single thing Doyle says to or about Emily is slowly revealing to the audience what he understands of what happened to his son, and then from 'there's something you don't know about those photos', it's Emily telling us what Doyle didn't know. It doesn't really make any sense (to me) for this one thing to be totally unrelated to that, especially for him to choose this particular moment to not to make it about Declan. Fahey isn't a stranger - Ian is about to have her choose the life of one innocent person she knows over another. As far as he knows at this point, she bonded with his kid and then had him killed as a means to her own end. Pointing a gun at two friends and an acquaintance and making her choose who to kill is the perfect moment to torture her with that fucked up choice he fully believes she already made.

I think with hindsight, looking back when we already know the whole story, it's easy enough to spin it another way. But in the context of this whole arc being a slow unveiling of Declan, it just doesn't make any sense to me for that to be an unrelated statement about some other shady thing she did, because all Doyle cares about is getting revenge for her getting Declan killed.

(That said, I think Emily is a pretty morally grey character, and I always think about what Reid says about the undercover cop in Retaliation - "good guy doing bad things". I'm sure Lauren did plenty of bad things because you need to if you're not going to blow your Bad Guy cover. I think Ian does that fond 'hello, Lauren' when she says to shoot Fahey not because he's familiar with her making the choice to kill someone, but because he's familiar with the ruthless logic she uses, and the way she protects the people closest to her first. It's very Emily, and apparently very Lauren too.)

[zippidi-dooda]

Guys dreams are the craziest place,

Like, a few nights ago I had a dream that I was in my old house but it was different with a lot of boarded up doors and even extra ones that couldn't be opened at first but the next couple of walks through the house left doors slightly opened or had ways to be opened. I walk through one door in particular and it led me to a shower, like no bathroom or path to get into the shower, just open the door and you're in the shower. And in the shower I see Malleus, with his back turned to me, who magicked away his horns which I assumed was to make washing his hair easier. Um, in "real life" he needs his horns, his looks so weird without them. I don't for sure know what made him do that but honestly I wasn't put off by it, like it wasn't as disturbing to see hornless Malleus in dream as it is awake, it looked natural. Didn't see him much after that, the interaction was basically; he looks at me for a second before tuning away and scrubbin', "Hey, Malleus, what's up," hums in response not looking back, "Okay, cool, imma go explore the rest of the house now ... you missed a spot by the way." As if that was a normal occurrence or something??? Anyway, that was that,

This latest dream in particular was about Fellow and Gidel (no, I haven't seen their event yet cause I want to go through it fresh when it comes to EN, all I know is the characters look cool and cunning, there's something about puppets and control, and I want to get all the cards from the event)

Anyways, here's how it went.

It started off with me going shopping at Walmart with I don't even know who, Ace and Deuce might've been there, but it was a large group of people. And from some reason the day was going backwards, like it started at night here, the next part it was late afternoon, and the final part was early evening.

So, we bought our things, standard hangout equipment like snacks and stuff and things for dodgeball cause we were gonna play later. Then we go to my old backyard cause it's huge and would be sufficient grounds to play on and talk about who knows what for a bit until someone decides, "hey, let's go to a professional dodgeball area, like a know this place nearby."

So we go over there and it's like a giant indoor basketball gym with a chill little "restaurant" nearby (in quotes because it wasn't that fancy type, but served food and had nice seating. Fancy but not extreme and blended in with the court).

And that's when I first see Fellow and Gidel, they just came in and were all like "Oh, sweet ... people are here. Hey, you're gonna play dodgeball? Mind if we joined in?"

The group I was with didn't want to let them but I said yeah so everyone else allowed it, I think vaguely in the back of my mind I felt I should know them so that's why I said yes cause in real life I'd feel awkward/reluctant about letting random people join an outing too. Bear in mind that in my dreams it never registers that people are from a game or a show or anything, they feel real as if our universes blended or something and it's just natural.

Anyways, we split teams and play around for a bit, don't know which side won, then we decide to take a break to eat at the restaurant that's connected to the place. Didn't have to pay, no one was working there but somehow our food just came out to us.

We're eating some really good home-made, stone over pizza with thick flakey crust (don't ask why I remember that, I just do, it was amazing) and I'm sitting there across from Fellow with Gidel curling up next to me, he was probably tryna pick my pockets for all I know, but I think he's adorable so I allow it anyways. Me and Fellow are talking about who knows what for a while before the group's all like "Alright, time for some more dodgeball."

So we go over to the court, in position, ready to play again, when all of a sudden the freakin' police come in, they walk around interrogating for a bit and eventually say they're looking for Fellow and Gidel.

Everyone is nervous and just trying to get through the interaction and as the police get closer to me and the boys, who have just been quite and trying to hide behind me the whole time, and they start bolting for the door.

I'm like "Hey!" And start chasing after them cause I guess I'm crazy, so they grab my hand and start dragging me along with them with the police hot on our tail. It's bright, morning with clear skies out now and right nearby is this giant indoor play area or like clown maze without clowns or something, which I'm assuming they own or they at least are familiar enough with the place to not get lost in there, and they let me go to get in faster but once I'm in there they have vanished and the doors have been locked behind me meaning I won't have to worry about the police for at least a while. But the way to get inside the place is to solve riddles and puzzles and finding clues and I have never been here before so I have no idea what to do.

I'm started to get scared cause now I am alone and essentially trapped which is horrifying for me, plus it's oddly quiet for this to be a play place and the police just outside. But I try not to panic and instead start searching around for clues.

There's the large, really cool looking door with neat carvings on the frame right in front of me I'm trying to get into, a wall of padded squares of all colors to my right and a giant gaping mouth of a red tunnel slide to my left which has a sign above it that I can't read.

There's a bit of random papers and clothes scattered along the floor and wall so I try to see if I can make sense of those. I go look at this stack of pinned paper in that's on the side of a tall dresser right at the edge of slide and as I flip of the pages, I hear these noises coming from the slide. Internally I start freaking out cause I don't know what's in there and since it's a tubular slide the noise echoes and sounds distorted making it seem way scarier to me. I stand there, hoping that "if I stand in this corner and don't move, maybe it won't see."

I stand still, the noises getting louder as the thing gets closer to the end of the slide, I'm about to have a heart attack just waiting to see what it is, the thing clunks against the sides of the slide, I hold my breath, and finally the thing come flying out of the tube. It's ...

"Grim!?"

"Henchman!"

My buddy ol' pal is back with me again, I am safe, and now much calmer. I scoop him up, put him on my shoulder, and am ready to get back to searching for a way in. Don't know how he got here, didn't ask, but I know that as long as he's right here, I'm okay, nothing's as scary anymore, and I will not let him leave my sight and get separated in this place again.

We keep looking and then ...

And then I wake up.

Kinda sad, I wanted to reach the end of that story.

Why are Fellow and Gidel being searched for, how did they just disappear like that, was all that a trick to just trap me in here or did they forget I don't know the way like they do, will the police ever catch up, what would the police do if they only find me, will I ever find the duo I followed in here or will I just get stuck in an endless loop of trying to find ways to get past each and every locked door in this place never to escape becoming entertainment for the mysterious pair who can probably watch me from the cameras if they so desire, or will they use the cameras and stereos around the place to help me find the right way out?

We'll never know.

Anyways, moral of the story is don't follow people into strange places, especially if they're being chased by cops, and yeah.

Does anyone else have crazy dreams like this? I'm curious to see what goes on in other people's minds. And if there's a way to revisit dreams, like going on to the next episode, I'd love to know cause I think the endings would also be insane.

Anyways,

Don't sleep, keep dreaming, peace out gang

[mislamicpearl]

3Below and Wizards in Retrospect

You know, even though the Tales of Arcadia fandom generally considers 3Below the weakest out of the three series, after watching it again I gotta say, that's giving it too much discredit! In regards to pacing, humor, and atmosphere, it's got a lot more in common with Trollhunters than Wizards did, and even if it might've been a bit more on the sillier side for some people it still had the same amount of heart as Trollhunters as well - the same way I came to love the Trollhunters as a team and family unit, so did I come to love Aja, Krel, Varvatos, Stuart, and even Mother and the robot parents. Aja and Krel especially are such a precious pair of siblings, I love how they bicker and argue over silly things but always look out for one another.

The only thing I could say I didn't like about the show was Colonel Kubritz. My gosh what a stupid annoying hypocritical b*tch! None of her actions made sense and I just wanted her to die every time she was onscreen. Easily my most hated villain in the whole franchise.

As for Wizards, I was right with people in thinking the show was too fast-paced when I first watched it, and I do still wish that it'd been given more episodes. But now it's just 'cause I would have really liked to sit with the show for a bit longer! After seeing it again, I'm honestly incredibly impressed with how much they packed into it without sacrificing any of the great characterization, development, and world-building that I've come to expect from this franchise. While it is technically fast, it didn't feel like it - there was never a point where I thought "oh wait, we're doing this now?" and that might be due to me already having seen the show (though I did forget a lot of the details), but even with that I think the episodes flowed very nicely into each other. Characters were given slower moments to express themselves and their fears, and each next step of the plot was made clear and had a logic behind it. So I think the difference between a show being short and fast rather than being fast-paced is that you always know where you are with the characters and plot.

Now unlike 3Below, which could be viewed without having seen Trollhunters, Wizards doesn't have light filler episodes (which contrary to most people's complaints about them are sometimes essential in a plot-driven show), or a self-contained story, and doesn't really stand well on its own like either of its predecessors - but it didn't really need to. It's a long movie-sequel to Trollhunters focusing on a different area of the story, specifically its history and magic.

And that's cool! Sure I would have liked a third self-contained story about Douxie and new wizard characters (I know the Zoe character was originally supposed to be a deuteragonist alongside him and I do wish we could've seen more of her and tech wizardry), but the show still did a good job making him a likable protagonist, as well as give us a few new characters to love like Deya and Lancelot. The only thing I would nitpick about the show is that I'm not too big on how much of a shift there was with Morgana, who was the big final boss in Trollhunters but is now shown to be on the good side. Like, at least it could've been mentioned before that she used to be an advocate for magical creatures before she fell into dark magic.

But with that all said, my original point is just that this franchise is great. Trollhunters is still unequivocally the best but 3Below and Wizards are also really really good follow-ups. Here's hoping the movie proves to be just as good or even better!

[hollowsart]

I wanna know what the heck Cole and Betsy did to Beck - I mean he must have been pretty blindsided for them to be able to actually tie him up (my guess is even though he was starting to suspect them doing something he might've been holding out and believing he was wrong and maybe it wasn't them being malicious, especially since one of them is his childhood friend, but it was) - cause yeah he loses against spiderman a lot but how on earth did they manage to actually get him out of the way to do their thing? Did they hit him over the head or something? Cause when Miles shows up he's tied up in a back closet and talking in a small voice asking for help and when Miles opens the door he has his eyes closed and looks like he's in pain. I'm just curious how this played out here.

Also I'm real curious as to your thoughts on what potentially might happen afterwards - like he just wanders off but Betsy and Cole are now going to jail.

Tl;Dr cuz I went on a tangent: Likely they used his own tech against him. They lured him into the building, turned it on, and used it against him to trap him and catch him. Especially since it would have been the easiest way to go about it, and the safest just in case he had any tricks of his own to fight back.

Another option could be that they merely waited until his guard was down before seizing the opportunity to attack. 2 against 1 isn't very fair. And as you said, they definitely did something to hurt him physically. Probably to make it easier and make sure he didn't try to struggle or fight back as they took care of tying and locking him up out of the way.

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Considering he showed up to Miles during the final boss fight, he wasn't chained up, but the way he was shown shows he must have been hurt. He was grabbing at his lower left rib/side, hunched over, and trying to stay balanced. He was swaying a little. His way of speech was also stressed, like he was in pain.

When he was handcuffed and tossed into that room (computer server room?) He was not able to stand, very tired, and very much out of it. Speaking was breathy and labored, like he was worn out from his struggle or whatever Betsy and Cole did.

They definitely did something to hurt him, like you said.

My guess is they likely waited for an opportunity to catch him off guard, teaming up to take him down, trapping him, and likely doing something more to make sure he doesn't try to fight back.

Near the end, when he leaves the roof after talking to Miles, I do believe he went off to find some peace for a while, think things over, and maybe try to figure out what to do and where to go from here.

He isn't exactly the type of person to give up so easily or to stop trying. At least, his character in general isn't. Doesn't give off that vibe. He's always been persistent, persevering through the hardships (getting his butt kicked and plans ruined by Spiderman or more). As well.. he seemed so genuine in wanting to turn over a new leaf. Cole and Betsy did nothing for him to actually help him move on. They didn't respect him nor his wishes. And even if Betsy WAS his childhood neighbor, even she agreed with Cole that he was always so "weird and creepy," heck. She laughed about it, betraying her statement, "That's not very nice."

Betsy was the most interested in getting the money. She used her connection with Beck to her benefit. Cole wanted to back out of it, thinking it was not worth it. Considering how Beck is, she wasn't feeling it. Wasn't feeling safe. You could hear in one of the dev logs that Cole was feeling flaky about it.

Beck was not happy. No one was. Betsy managed to secure money for funding their "get rich quick" scheme using Beck/Mysterio as the fall guy to take all the blame, since he's well-known to have done villainous acts in the past.

I still feel bad for him. He wanted to be Quentin Beck again, the special effects expert.. he didn't want to be Mysterio, the master of illusion, anymore. :( But they shot him down and didn't hear him through. They ran with their own ideas and kept brushing him off to the side. Using his own tech against him.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

No okay bcuz actually I DO want to explain my thoughts from this post here because I love analyzing things and I think talking abt Vox's relationships thru the lens of "this is just like Buffy fr fr" could be fun :)

FIRST OFF: VoxVal as Spike & Drusilla. I do not know their ship name and tbh I'm probably never gonna talk about them again so whooooo cares. To state the obvious, in this situation Vox is Spike and Val is Dru. Now, it's been awhile since I've watched Buffy, but from what I remember, Spike & Drusilla really are THE toxic villain couple, in that they're both like. Not very good to or for eachother, all things considered, but goddamnit they love eachother SO MUCH- which really is the generous interpretation of Staticmoth. I'm not gonna go super in depth into the fucking. Is Staticmoth abusive debate rn. Because I have one million other posts that make my stance on that pretty clear I think. But the uh... nicer interpretation of their relationship is very much Spike & Drusilla I think. Like right down to the headcannon of Vox liking how Val's shit eyesight & temper tantrums makes him kind of dependent on him. Again, could be misremembering, but based off of how Spike was w/ Dru while she was weakened(and based off of how he rebounded w/ Harmony of all people 💀), I get the distinct vibe that, despite his frustrations, Spike did like having somebody relying on him the way Dru(and later Harmony) did. Vox def seems like the type of guy that would get a kick out of feeling Needed and Relied On(why else would he literally route the entire Pride rings power grid through himself-), and Valentino is. Well. Valentino. I'm not gonna go over their interaction before Stayed Gone because it makes me ~genuinely uncomfortable~ for reasons I have, once again, gone into in depth before, but suffice it to say that it's definitely in character for Vox to be into Val relying on him like that. Oh also, like somebody pointed out in the reblogs on the original post, the reason Spike & Dru broke up from s3 all the way to their reunion in s5 is that she cheated on him and that's. Yeah that sounds about right.

And second, the Staticradio twins: Spuffy and Spangel. Why the fuck did I call them the Staticradio twins? I don't know I'm tired as shit and just used most of my brain power on the VoxVal segment now get off my back- anyways, these two are actually pretty easy to explain so I'll just get right into it! Most of the similarities between Staticradio and Spuffy can really be summed up in the song Reat In Peace from Buffy's musical episode. One-sided, obsessive crush on someone who you know deep down will probably never reciprocate. You want them to just leave you the fuck alone and stay gone(hahahahahahahahah), but they just. Aren't. Like even the bits about being a dead guy without a heart beat are spot on because Vox is a motherfuckin DEMON who is a ROBOT!!!!!!! Also the Alastor Body Pillow fanon(which IS fanon. It is. I'm sorry to say but that wasn't a thing on the Instagrams y'all-) does line up with the uh. The Buffy sex bot- it does line up with the Buffy sex bot. Anyways moving on to the Spangel section-

"You were my sire man!" - Spike, to Angel, in his introduction episode. I don't remember if this was retconned in season 5(or 6?) to be Dru siring Spike? It might've been. But for the sake of this post lets pretend it wasn't. Angel was basically Spike's mentor for a lot of their time together pre-show. They ran around in their weird little vampire polycule causing problems for everyone and life was good! Then Angel got cursed. Bro got a soul and then ran away for years without a word to anyone. Then, cut to current day, and Spike is hyped to see him right up to the point he realizes Angel has Changed. And from that point onward to two are RIVALS!!!!! Narrative foils, even. And while it isn't exactly the same as Alastor and Vox's history, it's pretty damn similar right!? Al was(presumably) Vox's friend and mentor for YEARS, like to the point of being comfortable taking a picture with him. Then something happens between them, causing a rivalry to form. Throw somewhere in the mix Al's deal & him fucking off for 7 years... it's like the same pieces being put together in a new way to make a different puzzle. Is Rosie Darla in this analogy? Unclear. Val is still Dru though. Do y'all get where I'm coming from? It's far, FAR from the same thing, like there are so many fucking differences and that's just going off of the stuff we DO know(I want to know more god I can't wait for season 2-), but the dynamics ARE similar. They're narrative foils with a deep history w/ eachother where they were probably-definitely friends, something caused them to become RIVALS, and also one of them is cursed and dissappeared for several years-

Whoo boy this got kinda incoherent- Anyways, that brings me to my brand new fun and interesting point: Vox and Spike are kinda similar characters. They're both antagonists who wanna be Big Tough Scary guys so bad, and like. They are. They are big tough AND scary. Sometimes. But for the vast majority of their screen time, their emotions, capacity for love(no matter how twisted their version of love is), and the consequences of that love going wrong continually get the better of them and cause them to look to us, the audience, like silly pathetic wet cats we found on the side of the road. Then they get Weird about it(Vox's "rivalry" w/ Angel and the. Buffy sex bot.) and we remember oh yeah this guy is EVIL! They also both wear long jackets and are bisexual :)