#finnie writes

[finniestoncrane]

btaa scarecrow x female horror movie actress, maybe he’s helping her rehearse for an upcoming scene? 👀 (ps i love your fics so much you write him so perfectly!!)

BTAA!Scarecrow x Fem!Reader, word count: 475 hehehe i just KNOW he would be so feral for having an actual scream queen as his partner that he practically BEGS on his hands and knees to be allowed to help them rehearse lmaoooo this became a lot fluffier than i meant it to actually 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: roleplay, simulated threats with very real weapons

"Please! Please, I'm begging you! Let me go, just let me go!"

"Oh, you're begging me, are you?"

"Jonny, thats not in the script, sweetie."

You raised an eyebrow, smiling at Jonathan as he drew his eyes reluctantly from you and down to the stapled papers on the bed. As he scanned, straining to see the small font without his glasses, his hand remained on your throat, keeping you pinned to the wall with very little actual force behind it.

"Hm, it seems like it should be. If it were me who was directing-"

"But it's not, and you aren't. So let's stick to what's written so I can actually learn my lines, ok?"

With an exaggerated sigh, he turned back towards you, holding up the large knife he'd pulled from the block in the kitchen to your throat, his other hand now tighter around your neck as he found his place and got back to assisting you.

"And remember, this is a horror movie, not a romance."

"Ah, you beautiful little lamb to the slaughter. Aren't they almost exactly the same thing. The beauty of horror, the arousal of fear? I really do think that they should bring me on board as a consultant. It would be beneficial to the authenticity of even the most basic of slashers to have a psychologist present."

"I forget who I'm talking to."

"Yes, you do, my precious victim. Now, where were we? I believe, ah, yes, you were begging me to save your life. A futile attempt, as I'm assuming this scene will end with you offering up one of your gold star death performances?"

"Typecast again."

You rolled your eyes sarcastically, smiling through it as you let his compliment sink in. He was a fan first, you realised, then your partner. It was adorable the way he fawned over your career, how desperate he was to run lines with you, how he wanted to be by your side at every premier, how it felt like you were another piece of horror memorabilia to add to his impressive and ever-growing collection.

"I don't want to die, mister! Please, just let me go!"

The tip of the knife pressed to your skin before pulling back for the simulated slash against your throat, your big moment coming up, inhaling to prepare for the blood curdling scream you were so famous for. But Jonathan had stopped, seemingly distracted. No, entranced, as he looked into your eyes.

You were displaying authentic fear, better than any actress he'd seen before, and he was struck lustfully, admiring the terror, unable to even think for a few moments before he spoke, not his lines, but his heart.

"You know, you really are the most beautiful victim in the world. I don't know anyone who looks sexier than you when they're simply terrified."

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[somnas-writes]

Thinking about the tragedy that is Ciel and Sebastian’s relationship.

They have a twisted power dynamic. Sebastian’s stronger and is inevitably going to eat Ciels soul. Ciel has the power of the contract and is going to die in the end.

Sebastian is raising someone who refuses to be a child, raising him like cattle for the cultivation. Ciel know this, knows it well but he acts regardless, doesn’t let it deter him.

We, the readers, can tell that they have begun caring for each other. Against their better judgment, they care now. They worry when they get hurt, when things go wrong. But in the end, none of that’s going to matter.

Ciel is going to die at Sebastian’s hands. That’s as clear as day, a fact of life now. They both know.

Will Sebastian feel regret or will it just be another meal. Is Ciel going to be afraid or will it just be another night for him. What will they feel when the end is near?

A Tragedy is an story that is based on human suffering that culminates in catharsis.

Theyre going to be a tragedy.

[butlers-and-maids]

Thinking back to that one scene during the manor murder arc.

(It's pretty interesting seeing the times where Sebastian treated Finny gently. He was surprisingly really kind to him.

I'm sure he knew his "murder" would deeply upset Finny and maybe tried to prepare/brace him for that. He really just eased his worry and tucked him back into bed, lol. And it's also heartwarming later on to see Finny openly defying orders and fighting to have Sebastian's body handled respectfully. It really shows the depts of his loyalty and how much he cares and respects him.)

[ruttama-art]

Kuro Headcannons

Grelle likes to window shop a lot so William often has to drag her away from the shops so they can get work done.

Sebastian absolutely hates Grelle but he secretly enjoys fighting her because of how skilled she is.

o!Ciel really likes nature and would like to have more plants around the manor but he doesn't say anything because he knows they won't survive long because of the disaster trio.

Mey-Rin, Bardroy and Finny all think o!Ciel is adorable and sometimes gush over something he did/said. They fear the day he catches them doing it.

Sebastian sometimes often purposefully tells o!Ciel something last minute just to annoy him.

Grelle sometimes chews on her hair when she's zoning out. William or Ronald stop her from doing it when they notice.

Sebastian prefers baking over cooking.

Pr*ship DNI

[finn95o]

small waist/big hands

[bapydemonprincess]

One. Single. Time. Finny gets sick... At least he seems to be sweating and has a fever and appears to need to stop moving because he keeps getting woozy. So.. he is told he is likely coming DOWN with something.. And promptly tries to keep going.

Only for Sebastian to come swooping in to scoop him up and carry the flailing young man to his bedroom, throw off his clothes, throw him in the tub for a bath, then into PJs, and PUT HIM TO BED, practically SLAPPING an ice pack and a thermometer on him.

The next few hours Mey Rin and Bardroy see Mr. Sebastian treat Finny in a way they've NEVER seen up until now... Constantly checking on him and feeding him, even reading to him..

All because Finny somehow got sick. One. Single. Time.

....Little do they know Sebastian actually USED to treat Finny like this all the time when he'd just got here and it was only him and o!ciel at the manor...

Eventually Mey and Bard even suggest they can help take care of the gardener in the butler's stead but...

This is something Sebastian INSISTS only HE can do.

[annabthesolitarywriter]

Trick or treat! 👻

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

So, this is an excerpt from a gift-fic I've been working on featuring some of my OCs as well as some belonging to @lucifers-legions. This is excerpt is basically a short dialogue between my main OC Elenna "Enna" and her daughter "Finduilas" Finnie. They will both be featured in my WIP The Lady of Ithilien. Enna has already been introduced (she's the main character) and Finnie's turn will come too...eventually.

GLOSSARY (VALARIN)

Valide: Mother.

Gel (pronounced with a hard G), g��zel kizim: Come, my beautiful girl.

Bağışlayın Valide: Forgive me/I am sorry, Mother.

“Valide?”

Elenna turned. “Finnie. Gel güzel kizim.”

The young lady curtsied and joined her mother on the balcony as the sun set over Dol Amroth. Elenna looked at her proudly. Finduilas, her sixth child and secondborn daughter, had always been special. Despite her young age, she was calm, poised and wise. She was beautiful, her eyes gray as stars and her hair a few shades darker than that of her father. She had become her mother’s confidante, her safe haven. She was so wise, so smart, so intuitive. She was exactly was Elenna had often been made out to be. Perhaps that was why the former lady of Ithilien had developed such a close relationship with her. Finnie was everything she had in vain tried to be. She was a daughter Elenna could be proud of. The child seemed to know her better than she had ever known herself, she seemed to understand her better than any other.

“You become more beautiful every day.”

“I not nearly as beautiful as you, Valide.”

Elenna smiled. “Nonsense. I am old now. I may have been agreeable once, but long years have passed since then.”

“You are not yet forty and you are of Dúnadan descent which means…”

“I am an old woman.”

“I have seen your wedding portrait. You have barely changed.” She paused. “I even daresay you have not changed at all, Mother.”

“You know how I dislike unnecessary flattery.”

“Mother…”

“I am nothing but a mere mortal. A woman whose womb will soon no longer be able to produce children.”

“Mamma.”

Elenna rested her elbows on the balcony. “There was a time when I thought…when I hoped...”

She let out a sigh. “I hoped I would be more than just a wife to your father. It appears I was wrong and blinded by juvenile delusions.”

“What are you talking about, Mother?”

“You are still so very young, my child. I do not expect you to understand just yet.”

“You might as well explain it to me. Try me.”

Elenna smiled and caressed her cheek. “Though I never admitted it, I hoped that I would one day be I regarded as a brave lady. I hoped my future husband would fall in love with my intellect, not just with my potential as a broodmare.”

“What are you saying, Mother?”

“I doubt your Father ever reciprocated my feelings,” Elenna retorted with a scoff. “Whatever faint attraction he might have felt early in our marriage has undoubtedly fizzled out. We are bound before the One, which is why, I suppose, he still fulfills his obligations to me as a lawful husband, yet I am no longer as naïve as I once was. I am grateful for the early years of happiness we were given and I will cherish them until it is time for me to join my deceased loved ones beyond the Circles of the World. I bore your father children and they were entrusted to me. I should have cared for them, I should have looked after them. I should have protected them as it was expected of me.”

“Sometimes I wish you could hear your words from the perspective of those to whom you speak. I think you would then quickly realize how baseless some of your claims are. You are not old and Father loves you. You only feel worthless because you hold onto a warped perception of reality. You are so stubborn you have consciously molded your surroundings according to your personal vision of things, which can be—and often is—painfully inaccurate.”

“How do you know your father loves me? Are you certain of it?”

“Even the blind and the deaf would agree with me.”

“He sees other women from time to time, I am sure he does. He probably has a harem somewhere, he has a place where he keeps his women. He is of course entitled to take as many mistresses as it pleases him and if I was married to someone else, it would not bother me in the slightest. Yet the thought of your father lying with another…”

She gulped. “It is soul-crushing and it should not be so.”

“You love him, Mother. You truly love him.”

Finnie glanced at her. “I do not know what a…harem is, but I highly doubt Father has one.”

“Ask Selim the next time you visit your uncle Elboron. I do not wish to speak of it.”

“Is it a tradition of the Haradrim? A festival perhaps?”

“I will not speak of it.”

“It must be something having to do with women, otherwise you would not be so upset about it.”

“Finduilas.”

“Is it a place? A secret room in the back of a house where girls and women are kept captive?”

“That is enough, child.”

“I am only trying to understand, Mamma.”

“You are being uncouth and inconsiderate, which is very much unlike you.”

“Bağışlayın, Valide,” the young girl quipped with a most elegant low curtsey. “I hope you are aware that I did not mean to be disrespectful. I only wished to…”

Her voice trailed off and she gulped as she swept her hair to the side. She staggered and lost her footing, Elenna promptly holding her. “Finnie?”

“I just felt dizzy for a moment. I’m fine now. There is no need to worry. It has been happening quite a lot recently, but it usually lasts mere seconds.”

“What do you mean? Does anyone know? Have you told the healers? Is your father aware of it?”

The little girl shook her head. “You very well know how apprehensive Father gets over menial things. He’s busy and I do not wish to keep him from his duties as urgent matters require his full attention.”

“If you do not wish to bother him, then please have me call for a physician. I would be much more comfortable knowing what is going on.”

“I do not need a physician, Mother. I am fine. Occasional headaches and fainting spells are hardly something to fret over.”

“You said it has been happening frequently.”

“I may have exaggerated. As you saw, it is not that bad. It is the nightmares I am concerned of.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, those cannot be treated.”

“Nightmares?”

“They are horrible and getting worse. I am scared, Mamma.”

Elenna wrapped a hand around her shoulder and kissed her hair. “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as your father is around.”

“He is not here now. And even when he was with us, bad things happened regardless. Boromir died, Elarion died, Ellie, Aearwen…Tilly…”

Elenna flinched and glared at her daughter. How could she spew out the names of her dead siblings so casually? She had only had a moment of heartfelt hesitation at the mention of her dearest sister. Eglantine. Tilly. The only one among her children Elenna had not birthed and, ironically, the most beloved. Her ray of sunshine, the daughter she had been proud of. She and Finnie had immediately bonded and this bond had brought Elenna to favor the latter above all of her biological children except for Mírion. Mírion would always come first. He was living proof that she had not utterly failed her husband; he was proof that she was indeed capable of producing healthy, strong sons. He embodied her best qualities, which were enhanced by his Maiarin blood. He was his father’s heir, the golden child, an expert soldier, a commander of Maiar. The only individual in all of Arda who had never failed her and never would. Perfection was not contemplated within Ëa, but she was firmly convinced Mírion was the closest thing to it since the Breaking of the World. The horror she had felt seconds earlier had suddenly been replaced by elation and giddiness. Mírion; her beloved, precious boy. She could not be parted from him. She needed him, she needed to be with him. Anárion was in her thoughts as well and she would have moved mountains to protect him, but the fondness she had for her husband’s trueborn son was hardly comparable to that which she felt for him and Anárion knew it. He had graciously accepted a situation which—he was well aware of it—could not be avoided.

A new snippet for you to hopefully enjoy @saurongorthaur9, @emmanuellececchi & @evenstaredits

& thank you again @transgender-daemon-faerie for the ask!

[fruity-cryptid]

I had an vision people and I need you to hear me out

Annie wants to bond with Abed more since she’s moved in with him and Troy but she has like no clue how to right right, eventually she sees Abed watching a spy movie or something where the main character puts on makeup and dresses up for a party they’re going to. Annie would casually bring up about how that look would be really fun to re create, and Abed suddenly to Annie’s shock goes “ You could try it on me, I wouldn’t mind.” This leads to them bonding while Annie does makeup on Abed based on movie looks.

Is this just an excuse for me to draw Abed in makeup..? Maybe…

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Phantomhive Manor Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you don’t see here, might be here or I don’t write for. I only write for o!Ciel. I don’t write smut for Ciel or Finny.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

—-///—-

Ciel Phantomhive

To Be Continued…

Vincent Phantomhive

Master’s Whore 🌚🌷💄

Sebastian Michaelis

To Be Continued…

Mey-Rin

To Be Continued…

Finnian

To Be Continued…

Baldroy

To Be Continued…

Snake

Blindfolding The Snake 🦋🌚☘️

[kittykittyanon]

If we were irl friends headcanon >:D

EVERY night is karaoke night. You, me, @ziipzeepzop-eez, @skrapa-doodlzz, and @nuncscioquidsitamor-13 just belting our hearts to whatever songs we can think of (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

There was at least one where we ended up performing an entire musical by mistake-

SLAMMING MY HANDS ONTO A CONVENIENT WOODEN TABLE NEARBY. YES. ABSOLUTELY. THIS; THIS IS IT RIGHT THERE. FINLEY, YOU ARE BRILLIANT AS ALWAYS!!! GOOD SHOW GOOD SHOW *EXTREMELY LOUD APPLAUSE AND CHEERING* 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯💯💯

pillow forts,, a drawer full of snacks, and a laptop open with the lyrics on the side is the norm when we're all together!!

we'd definitely have a mega playlist of all the songs we like that we add to on the regular,, and then when it's time to sing?? it gets BLASTED.

i'm a very giggly person so i know damn well i'd be laughing the whole time,, if anyone makes the slightest joke or pun i'd burst out laughing. the room would be filled with laughter almost 24/7 from all of us because of course it would be (*´▽`*)

the vibiest vibes ever. we'd have the kind of hangouts where we expect it to last for an hour or two and it ends up lasting overnight 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。/lh /pos

we'd probably expect karaoke night to be a one time thing every now and then,, but it would rapidly spiral into EVERY night;; we'd have to get the sound-proofy thingies you stick to the wall so we don't get noise complaints from the constant singing (つω`｡)

i feel like it would get normalized to the point the people outside think something's wrong when they don't hear loud noises from wherever we're hanging out LMAO

das all for now :DD i don't have many ideas but we'd be the funnest friendgroup ever!!! we'd probably do the thing where we turn off the lights and wave our phone flashlights around like it's a concert while someone is singing :333

[finniestoncrane]

Can you maybe possibly please write something with Arkham Eddie about reader having a choking kink? Like maybe he puts his hand on readers neck and they’re WAY too into it and he decides to use it?? Sowwy I desperately need more degrading riddler stuff 😭😭

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 819 oh anon you couldn't know me better unless you crawled into my ear and hooked your little fingers into my brain bumps u-u one nasty little fic of eddie choking someone and commenting on what a little whore they are for enjoying it, coming right up!!💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: choking, degradation

Your fingers reached out to the wall, almost as though it required a tactile exploration to understand what the scribbled words and numbers meant. Although, it was obvious to you that it didn't matter. Whether or not you could begin to comprehend the complicated screeds of problem solving and planning that decorated this abandoned space, you knew one thing concretely. You were fucked. Of all the places to accidentally stumble into, you'd managed to 'stupid' yourself into a villain's work in progress. And not just any villain. You'd stumbled into his.

As you stroked along them, the bright green paint stuck to them, still wet. The realisation struck you like a punch to the gut. He could still be here. Your heart fluttered a little, akin to the way you had felt approaching Jack Ryder's table to express how much you enjoyed his report on the Deacon. Like you were meeting someone famous.

It wouldn't be as pleasant as that quick interaction with Ryder, though. That was plainly obvious when you felt his hands on your upper arms, turning you around. The heel of his palms on your shoulder blades as he pushed you backwards. And then his strong, dextrous fingers curling around your throat. But there were still butterflies swirling as he grinned oh so menacingly towards you.

"If I were you, and I could talk through your choked gasps for air, I would be very grateful that I looked as stupid as I clearly was. I won't mistake you for someone who intentionally found me. But that only means I will kill you quickly and without the arduous task of torturing you to find out what you might know. Since, I expect you know very little."

As he continued his self-satisfying tirade against you, you could feel yourself getting hot. At first, you expected it was the lack of adequate breath, the heat of your skin prickling in response to your inevitable demise. But you could feel it only in your cheeks, as they blushed in response to the way his finger tips pulsed against the sides of your neck. And then, as you found yourself caught in his intense stare, steely blue eyes holding you as easily as his hands had physically restrained you, you could feel the heat spreading in your stomach, your abdomen, between your legs, which you pressed together with a whimper to try and keep your composure.

A futile effort, obviously. Nothing got past him, he was The Riddler after all. And when he noticed your body's unfortunate response to what was supposed to be a threat, he leaned in, his nose almost touching you, the scent of stale coffee on his breath, you whined. Your mouth flooded with saliva, drooling at the delicious notion that this might be how you died. One final hurrah indeed. Past the struggling gasps for air, you managed to almost whisper the words "my god" as he lifted one hand from your neck and used one pointed finger to wipe the strand of your drool from the corner of your mouth.

"I see. This threat appears to be having almost the complete opposite intended effect. Perhaps... there are other ways that I can buy your silence. One that might not warrant me cleaning up your pathetic corpse afterwards."

Your vision pulsed with a black aura on the peripherals as you attempted to nod, desperate to live, but more than a little bit upset at the notion that he might remove his hands from your body.

"What a pathetic, whoreish little cretin you are. And yet, so lucky! Because if you weren't so embarrassingly aroused by the threat of death, perhaps you would have been murdered far quicker."

His hand tightened, then loosened, repeating the action, giving you a slight taste of air, oxygen, clawing breaths, before taking it away and watching you tremble.

"Now, can you promise to be quiet? Because I can easily find out where you live, and the next time I get my hands on you it will not be as pleasant as this seems to be for you."

With all of your remaining concentration, most of your mind focused on the way your slick was spreading as your thighs squirmed, your clit throbbing, threatening to send you over the edge of orgasm without so much as a slight touch, you nodded in agreement to his terms.

"Well then. It appears that for the act of finding my latest project, you will be leaving here with a reward instead of a punishment..."

He looked you up and down, a look of pity and disdain on his face as he rolled his eyes at the state you found yourself in. Knees collapsing, the wet of your slick visible on your clothes, your drool collecting on your lips once more.

"... Although I do fear I will still have to clean up some kind of mess."

[crumpet-doodles]

Listening to Ultrakill OST while reading Ultrakill fanfics. It doesn;t get better than this chat/siily

[daybreak-mun]

Alex normally just says that he's just "the one guy that likes looking into magic stuff". (He normally only wears the Universal Translator when he's about to go exploring for a while.)

He hopes to one day find a way to remove the cursed bracelet. Far as he knows, it doesn't do anything, he just can't remove it. (He just doesn't like the idea of admitting he fell for a very obviously cursed object back in his early exploring days.)

He's pretty chill, and down for revealing anything he can find about magical objects, cursed or no. (He will ramble for at least ten minutes.)

I actually had the pansexual flag in mind when I did his colors, though admittedly I couldn't find a lot of good places to put blue in the palette outside of his outfit and main body without it seeming jarring to me.

+Quick doodle of Alex hanging out with Min (@finni-winter) (because this is her fault /lh)

What're they talking about? Who knows. Alex is mainly just happy to have a new friend.

[novashelby]

The Balls in Our Courts-Chapter Fourteen

I combined 14 and 15 because they were short.

Pairing: TommyXOCXFinn

Chapter summary: Some dancing, some sad news, and some questionable touching.

Warning: Please just look at the tags on Ao3....I don't want to spoil anything, but there is some questionable touching.

Ao3

Wattpad

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Hearing about the Hunger games continuation and thinking about all the Story continuations/prologues I wish we could get for The Underland Chronicles

Gregor's dad

I want To know what Gregor's dad (Who I want a name for... Steve, Lee, Heidi... What is his name? ) first trip to the underland was like. How was he found and brought to Regalia? We know he met Vikus and Luxa's Parents, SO what did he think of them? The Books say he stayed in Regila for two weeks (During which time he was very worried about his pregnant wife, children, and mother) and that he took a BB gun from the Museum. So I am guessing he knew about the war with the rats, but his family was in hell and he felt he had to get back soon. What happened during his capture.

I don't really want to know about his torturous time with the rats, but I would like some on how he was able to keep both hope and his humanity, the interesting relationship he is hinted to have had with Ripred in book 3 (He says Ripred used to feed him sometimes. He also was not scared of Ripred, Even though he was a rat and was "pretending" to attack his son). And lastly I want to know what coming home felt like for him and why, unlike his wife, the experiences did not make him fear or hate the underland.

Ripred

Speeking of Ripred I want All of his backstory, being a pup and growing up with his litter mates. Going into battle and finding out he is a Rager. How this made him famous all around the Underland, but also made him hated by enemies, and feared by allies, unless they needed him. What was going on when He tried to "Take over the fount with an army of Lobsters"? Seriously the Rat's don't even want The Fount. It is surrounded by rapids and sea monsters! What did was your interest Buddy?

Also I want to see his Mate, their family, and how their loss first broke him then made him change his stance on the war. Him building his relationship with the human side. Going up to the Overland to visit Libraries. His view of his relationships with Gregor and Lizzie and how it feels to him to being taking care of kids again after so long.

Hamnet

Up Next is Hamnet. Solovet and Vikus son, the beloved twin brother to the wife of the King/Queen, Brother in Law to the King (recently reread has me thinking they had more of a business relationship than a familiar one), the Regalian Army's most skilled soldier, and for a long time he was Solovet's heir to becoming captain of the Army, because everyone thought he was just like his mother. This is what everyone thought, but they thought wrong. Unlike Solovet Hamnet felt guilt. Guilt that drove him to speak against his mother in a war meeting to which she locked him in the dungeon for a month. When he was finally let out he went back to being obedient to her and buried his grief down, let it eat away at him, until one last horrible act (As a solider) destroyed him.

But give me Hamnet's complete story. Show him being a ruthless soldier and a fearsome killer on the field of battle, then coming home to be a loyal son, good friend, loving brother, and doting Uncle; becasue that is how many soldiers have to be. Show me him not being Okay but doing his best to hide that because that is all he could do. Then show me when everything went to far, and when he decided to leave Regalia, everything he knew and loved and run to a place that he and all his allies feared, for good reasons. Show me him missing his former friends and family. But also show me him meeting Frill and her deciding to take a chance and help him, him also taking chance and letting her (The books generally imply he wanted to leave his old life but did not expect to make anew one). Give me him learning about life in the jungle. How the animals there do not attack each other and instead employ a method of survival where first you hide, then you try to give a warning, then run. fight last. Show me him finding an overland women lost in the jungle and helping her. With the pair eventually forming a relationship and going on to have a child. Why did she never return to the Overland? Hamnet is a good father to Hazard, but you cannot tell me that he wasn't terrified during the entire pregnancy. Anything about Hamnet has to end where he ended. Having to once again fight in a pointless battle on behalf of Reglia, that the city once again brought on itself and got nothing out of. Our tragic beauty

Ares

Speaking again of Tragic Beauties I want Ares to. What kind of Stuff did he get up to to earn the reputation of a reckless, rule breaking, ...thrill seeker?...strength tester? To where he bonded with Henry to be able to get away with more. What were things like in the time HE and Henry were together. I don't think it was all bad. The Books clearly state that what hurt Luxa, Ares, Aurora, Nerissa the most was that they had loved Henry and could remember good things about him. Things that no longer felt the same after he betrayed them, and things they struggled with only becoming memories in the wake of his death. But the also show me his side of his and Gregor's bond, of him coming to love Gregor like he once loved Henry, and how their friendship helped him move on from the Trauma Henry put him through.

Nerrisa

This last one will never happen because its not really Susanna Collins style, but since none of this will happen, I want more Nerissa. What is it like for her loving her family and people so much, but knowing with her frailty and the Kingdom consistently being on the brink of war she cannot protect them. Show me what her visions are like for her. Note whatever we learned about Sandwhich I do believe Nerissa is an actual visionary. Her Visions of a bad and mysterious fate happening to Henry, Hamnet living for 10 years and building a diverse family, and Gregor being secretly being hidden away in the dungeon by Solovet...all came through.

Knowing that I have another question: Did she know suspect that Sandwhich was a fraud? Nerissa spends more time in the Prophecy room, analysis them than any other character. Many of the "misunderstood translations" are later "explained" by Nerissa. She got Gregor and the other questors off death row by replacing Boots with the Bane as the aforementioned "Baby" in the prohpecy and telling everyone: "they actually did complete the prophecy, you are are safe from the imaginary threats Sandwhich illueded to. Let them go and let's get back what's actually going wrong." When Greogor sobs about not understanding what the point of the journey to the jungle was (It had no point) and how him fulfilling the prophecy did not make everything better, Nerissa twist the prophecy to being about a war for the cure and reminds Gregor that because of what they discovered in the Jungle the council was forced to give the Gnawers the cure instead. Lastly she loves the one Prophecy that suggest hope for peace, even though its title is the only suggestion of it. On the day of the surrender she knowing her cousin will want to make the wrong choice about how to end this. So when she see's Ripred marked himself with an X (If Gregor and Luxa knew he did it himself there was no way Nerissa did not, she was always smarter than the pair of then) she decided to lend him a hand in getting everyone to believe he is the peacemaker, and they need to have peace. I really love the theory that Nerissa had realized what Sandwhich and the prophecies were and spent the books studying them, so she could try and mitigate the damages they caused.