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Ahhh thank you, my friend!!! 🥰 Omg I'm so glad you've heard of The Clock! (And oh YES, same with Vought Rising. 😭 I foresee so much SB fanfic coming soon from this fandom lmao.)

Love how the first line of this story is an easter egg. You never cease to amaze me, Alex 🤓

Hahaa I love you for catching that! It's funny, when I was trying to decide how much time after WWII to set this in and finally landed on November, I couldn't not do November 2. (Because I'm a nerd. 🤓)

*furrows brow* The Producers?? 🤔

Oh my God, you got me again!!! I freakin' LOVE The Producers (2005 version), and since it's set in New York (albeit in the 50s), I couldn't help a little easter egg. 😝 (again, big nerd alert)

Oh yes, we all remember that episode. Of course he would 😂 Poor Sam lol

lmfaoo Sam is so long-suffering, ain't he? 😂

Uh-huh... Dear Lord he needs help 🙈

Alllll the help. Pre-decent psychiatry, unfortunately. 😭

Btw, I've been doing my own 40s research for a fic and came across the contraception question. Idk why but condoms and methods of that time freak me tf out. Wondering what your experience with that was (if you came across it) lmao 😂

Oh dear lord yes, but I first learned about it from Downton Abbey. Condoms back then were the weirdest effing contraptions I've ever seen. As a woman it would scare me to have that come near me. 🤢

Ooof so rough 😮‍💨 PTSD and seeing all the dirty shit that goes on during a war is really brutal 😢 (My grandpa was in WWII and told a lot of stories when he was still alive) And then they were seperated too and didn't even know what happened to the other. Heartbreaking 😭

Oh wow, the stories your grandfather must have had. ❤️❤️ From what I've been able to research, it was truly horrific. And in the case of this story yep, compounded by the fact that Sam and Dean were separated for about three years with little to no way of knowing the other was still alive. 💔

The sass! Already love her 😂🩵

LOL she's got plenty of fire in her. ❤️‍🔥

*vibes* 😍 (even though I know MMM is set in 1958 lol)

Oh I love MMM!!! Love that comparison lol.

You don't know how fucking weak it makes me that he smokes in this. That vice will be the death of me 🫠🔥

Ahaha I remember from one of your comments on Break Me Down where SB was smoking (literally and figuratively)! 😜 I figured Dean smoking here would be true to the time period, and one of the few ways he can cope with his PTSD.

Aww yeah, Sam's just doing his job. Not easy having a vagina in 1945 and dealing with dicks... 🙄

Ughh exactly -- a major theme in this story. 😪

I get abusive vibes from shitty husband. There's more to it than cheating. Either he's emotionally abusive, physically or threathening to be. She seems like she wants to leave quick and quiet, fearing retaliation 👀 I loved how "damn" counted as cursing 😂 (Darn it!)

Ooh you're on the right track, unfortunately. 😢

And LOL gosh darn it, she just couldn't help herself! 😂😂

Yes, thank you!!! I knew Dean's spidey senses would turn on. (And I know that darn rat bastard can't hurt her now as long as soldier!Dean's around 💚)

Oh you already know, Dean's sharp enough to connect those dots. But darn right he's gonna be around to look out for her.

Melted 🫠 (I legit die every time I write "Sergeant Shaw" in TCF, but I married a military guy myself, so makes sense I can't resist a uniform and a rank 😂🥵)

Oooh I love it!! I can't resist a man in uniform either, and I'm not even married to one. 🫠 But while I'm incredibly behind in my reading, I haven't forgotten about the new chapters of The Exit Strategy, which I can't wait to dive into soon!!! 💜💜 (TCF is the prequel, right?)

I love the 1940s cadence, by the way! You can tell it's a different time period the way the characters speak, the words they choose, and how they phrase things. So well done, my friend! 👏👏

Aw thank you, Wayne!! That makes me so happy that you think so. 🥹 Especially after watching The Clock, I tried my best to make the reader's cadence feel like a woman from the time period (and Sam and Dean to some extent too). 💕

Mama's smelling mob activity... 🤌

Ooh you're not the first person to have made that observation. 😏

Such a Dean statement lol I do hope he won't feel so hopeless for long ☺️

Oooh shall see. 🥰 But I'm glad you thought it was a "Dean statement" loll, he's so self-deprecating sometimes. 🥲

Aww, they could've almost met. I love these little coincidences when people meet each other. It's fate 😍💕

Hahaa that's exactly what I was going for! (Imagine if they had met before she met Michael. 🥲)

I'm too busy plotting a gruesome murder in my head to properly get into how much I despise that guy 😂🙈

LOLL girl I don't blame you -- Michael is hot garbage, but it's a case of "got married hella quickly in wartime," so she didn't exactly know who he truly was when she married him. 😭

This was such an amazing start to this series! The storyline is so intriguing and the world-building is, well... simply otherworldly. You really took me on a journey to the 1940s here. Speechless, honestly 🩵 I so can't wait to see what else you have in store with this, but I think there will be lots of yelling from me lol 😅

I appreciate you so much, Wayne, thank you!! 🥹🥹 I'm so glad you enjoyed the start of this, and that it managed to transport you to the '40s. This chapter was a bit short, but it's a jumping off point for a lot more drama and hyjinks to come! (I anticipate lottts of yelling lmao) 💞💞

BETWEEN THE CITY & THE STARS - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

AN: My day tomorrow is going to be a bit packed, so I decided to release this a bit early for you guys! So here we go! The first chapter of yet another new series, my first ever 1940s AU. 🥰 I hope you have fun on this one, because I sure did. Again, very much inspired by The Clock (1945), starring Judy Garland and Robert Walker. 💜

Prompt for @jacklesversebingo: Historical Epic

Song Inspo: For this chapter it’s “Cry Me a River” by Ella Fitzgerald

Word Count: 3.9K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating, PTSD, historical tidbits

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Part 1: Legal Grounds

November 2, 1945

Dean idly read the pamphlet stacked with others on his brother’s desk, which advertised his new and successful enterprise.

Law Offices of Winchester, Bialystock & Bloom

What do you know? His brother had his own office, his own business, and his name on a pamphlet.

Dean couldn’t help but curl a finger around a steel ball on the abacus sitting at the head of the mahogany desk, right next to Sam’s nameplate.

He let it fly. The abacus began to clack as one ball hit the other.

Sam looked up from the deposition he was writing to give his brother a wry brow raise.

“So this is what you do, huh?” Dean remarked, crossing his arms.

Without his jacket, his suspenders were on display over his shoulders. His red pinstripe tie was still in place, but his white dress shirt was rolled up to the elbows. Meanwhile, his brother preferred to keep himself more presentable with his sleeves down to his wrists. Jacket on.

Dean glanced around the office, nodding at the line of bookshelves behind Sam, framing him as the bookish academic he’d always been. There was limited seating in here though, just a spare chair in front of the desk, and another to the right of it. Dean stood on the opposite side.

“If you’re bored, all you have to do is say so,” Sam said. “Which is strange, considering we’re smack dab in the middle of a city that never sleeps.”

He was right, Dean could concede. His little brother had given him a veritable list of things to do in New York City: visit the park, go to the zoo, see a picture show, visit a nightclub, or sample a host of restaurants that Sam knew Dean would probably enjoy.

He’d seen a lot of this place in the week that he’d been here visiting Sam, but a good deal of it he’d either spent alone, or with any willing young lady Dean came across, thanks to the demands of this office. If he was honest, entertaining young ladies was eating into the wallet in his trouser pocket, and the hustle and bustle was starting to be a little much for him.

“You don’t get tired of it?” Dean asked, gesturing to the out there beyond them. “The, uh…the lights, the noise, all the people?”

Sam picked his head up from his paperwork to consider the question. “No, I like it. Keeps my mind busy, and…I guess it makes me feel alive, you know?”

Dean supposed he could understand that, so he nodded.

Sam wasn’t fooled though. He thought he could tell what was running through his brother’s head, watching him fidget, and turn his head a bit sharply when a bus honked loudly outside the office’s glass doors as it thundered past.

It had only been two months since the end of the war. Two months since he and Dean met back in their family home in Lawrence, Kansas after three years fighting on two different fronts, in two different countries.

Both of them had enlisted, but Sam had spent most of his time in London while he was deployed, helping British Intelligence. Dean had clawed his way out of Normandy, and later, out of the Ardennes—the last offensive before the end.

Their experiences might as well have been worlds apart, but one thing remained the same: it had been three years in which neither brother knew if they’d see each other again.

Now, Sam saw the signs. Dean seemed a bit jumpy, overstimulated, but willing to be here to spend a little more time with Sam before he went back home. Guilt prickled in Sam’s gut.

“I’ve got some work here to finish up, but afterwards let’s go to dinner,” he suggested. “Maybe see a show?”

Dean’s lips flickered at a smile. “You’re burning both ends of the candle. You know that, right?”

Sam opened his mouth to reply, when there was a knock on one of the glass doors—at the entrance to the small building. Their heads turned, and through the open door of his office, they spotted you standing there in the evening light. You wore a wide-brimmed hat on your head and a scarf underneath, wrapped over your hair and under your chin to shield your face. You knocked again with a hand covered by a leather glove, more persistently.

Cocking his head in confusion, Sam stood from his desk and left the room to let you in. Dean hung back and sat on the corner of the desk to wait. He withdrew a cigarette from the pack and a lighter from his pocket as he did so, but he heard you talking with his brother by the door.

“I’m sorry. We’re closed, miss,” Sam informed you.

“It’s still two minutes until closing. At least, according to my watch.”

“…Well, I suppose you’ve got me there.”

“So can I come in? I need to speak to a lawyer.”

“You sure it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid it can’t, sir.” Your tone was firm, and it more than implied that you wouldn’t be moved. Sam paused then, perhaps to take a steeling breath.

“All right. Come with me, please.”

You later followed behind him through the hallway and into the office. With a lit cigarette between his fingers, his arms crossed, Dean took note of you. He subtly glanced down at your crème-colored blouse, neatly tucked into the long, burgundy skirt (with lipstick to match), your modest, classy heels, and the way you wore your hair. His brows subtly raised. He’d met quite a few girls this week, but he hadn’t seen a lady like you in quite some time.

Should’ve shaved this morning. The thought was accompanied by the way he swiped a subtle hand over his prickly chin.

You gave him a cursory glance in turn, and offered a polite, “Hello.”

He stood from the desk and switched his cigarette to his other hand, so he could shake yours.

“Hey there. Dean Winchester,” he said. He offered a smile with no small amount of charm. “Pleased to meet you…”

You dutifully gave him your first name only. He found that a little strange, but you soon slipped your hand out of his and focused on the nameplate on the desk, followed by Sam himself.

“So you’re brothers,” you realized. “Do you work together?”

Dean scoffed. “Nope, I’m just here to distract him.”

Sam tossed him a sidelong glance. There was a subtle edge of bitter truth in there somewhere, and you didn’t seem to miss it. You looked between the two men, a hint wary.

“Well, as I said, I’m here to speak to the solicitor,” you said.

“That would be me,” Sam nodded. He went to his desk and sat down behind it, gesturing for you to do the same in front of him. You obliged him, smoothing your hands down your skirt once you were seated. “How can I help you?”

You met his eyes with a directness that surprised him a little.

“I want to divorce my husband,” you said.

To say it shocked the room would be an understatement. Behind you, Dean gave his brother a pair of raised brows. Sam didn’t allow himself to react too much in order to remain professional, but he still tilted his head, blinking, before he focused on you again.

“What’s your husband’s name?” he asked.

“Michael. Michael Milligan.”

“Why do you want a divorce, Mrs. Milligan?”

Here, your gaze fell to the folded hands in your lap.

“I have reason to believe he’s been unfaithful,” you quietly replied.

Once again, there was a pregnant pause.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam said. His sympathy was genuine, because he could see the way you’d hesitated to say the words, like they embarrassed you, shamed you, and saddened you all at once.

“But I have to ask,” he added, “do you have proof?”

Dean glanced his way, his brow raising once again. Sam knew what he was thinking, just as he saw how you frowned as well. But there was a reason why he asked, and it wasn’t to be unkind.

You sighed. “What kind of proof?”

“Pictures. Letters. A witness. Something of legal standing that we can use as leverage and as grounds to grant you a divorce, whether he wants it or not,” Sam said.

You let out another heavy breath through your nose. “No, I don’t have anything like that.”

“Then what makes you so sure he’s steppin’ out?” Dean chimed in. By now he was leaning against the wall, off to the side where he could smoke with the window cracked open. It let in the sounds of cars and distant honking, people traversing the sidewalks.

You turned in your seat to give him a tight look. “If you must know, there’ve been…signs. I won’t trouble you with the details, but I’m sure.”

You met Dean’s gaze, and then Sam’s firmly.

“So will you help me?” you asked him. Sam nodded.

“Yes, I’ll look into your husband and try to find some evidence of his…extracurricular affairs.”

Your lips pursed. “And how long will it take?”

Since you were being so direct, Sam levelled you with honesty.

“It may take time,” he said. “Realistically, we’re looking at months, even after I find what we need… It would be easier to legally separate.”

You had been slowly deflating the more he spoke, but now your expression became stony.

“Mr. Winchester,” you began. “I don’t want to just be separated. I don’t want to live in our apartment, let alone share his bed or wear his last name.”

Despite your best efforts, your voice began to shake. Tears welled up and stung in your eyes.

“I don’t want anything from him, other than his signature on the damn papers,” you said. “The case is that I can no longer tolerate that man in my sight, much less in my life. Will you help me? Or should I look for another lawyer who will actually do his job.”

Sam and Dean shared a glance. For his part, Dean couldn’t remember the last time he heard a woman curse. Despite your outburst, the tears clinging to your lashes stirred both men.

“I understand, Mrs. Milligan,” Sam said. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

He began to look for his handkerchief, but you retrieved one of your own from your purse and quickly dabbed at your eyes, sniffling. You were embarrassed.

“What about your fee?” you said, withdrawing your checkbook. “I, um…I have a little money stashed away. I’ve always worked, you see.”

Sam nodded and went over what his rate would be going forward. Once the two of you came to an agreement, you signed the first check right then and there, even though he felt bad for even taking it from you.

You were still sniffling, and twice you dabbed under your eyes to make sure your face was dry. When you handed over the check, your hands shook, just a little. Sam wouldn’t tell you that he discounted his usual rate.

Again, he mentioned that he would need some time first to investigate your husband and begin collecting evidence for your case. He asked you for any documents you could safely bring him of your finances, for example. You agreed to do an investigation of your own.

“Just be careful,” Dean cautioned. He was getting an idea of what kind of man your husband was, but Dean couldn’t be too sure of what the man was capable of. He’d hate to hear of a girl like you getting hurt over a few papers.

Dean put out the bud of his cigarette on the ashtray lying on the windowsill. He pushed off the wall to approach where you and Sam were getting to your feet. You gave Dean a nod of acknowledgement.

“I will,” you agreed. “Thank you both. I’m sorry I’ve taken up so much of your time, but I’ll be heading home now.”

“Did you take a bus or a taxi?” Sam asked.

“Oh, I walked,” you replied, and you checked your watch as you gathered up your purse. You headed for the coatrack, but Dean got there first, helping you into your beige wool coat. It went nicely with the burgundy you had on, namely on your painted lips.

“Thank you,” you said to him, but you still didn’t smile. You were a hint demurer now. It seemed with Sam’s promised help, the fire had dimmed behind your eyes and your tongue.

“How about I give you an escort, make sure you get home okay?” Dean found himself offering. “It’s getting pretty late on a Friday.”

Sam shot him a knowing look, but Dean ignored him, instead focusing on your face.

You hesitated. “It’s a bit far though. Out of your way, I’m sure.”

“All the more reason that you shouldn’t go it alone at this time of night,” he argued.

You considered his offer, and him, with a quick perusal. You seemed to be judging for yourself if he was trustworthy. Dean kept his posture straight, yet relaxed. Maybe he’d liked what he saw the moment he took you in, but after hearing your situation, he felt for you. It really was just an honest offer to walk you home.

“Where did you serve?” you asked. “The Army, the Navy, or the Air Forces?”

The question took him off guard for a beat, but he answered you.

“The Army,” he replied.

“Your rank?”

“I was a sergeant, ma’am.”

You looked at him a little more shrewdly, then you relaxed.

“I might’ve guessed,” you said. “All right, Sergeant. Let’s go then.”

You buttoned up your coat and turned to leave the office. Dean shot his little brother a raise of his brows and a what do ya know? kind of smile. He grabbed his dark brown jacket and hat and followed you out.

Sam’s smile was more reserved, with a shake of his head. He closed the door behind you and Dean and locked it. He still had some work he wanted to finish before tomorrow, and Dean’s little show of chivalry would give him time to do it.

Dean had his hands in his coat pockets as he walked with you down the long city sidewalk. Night had drawn into the November sky, but with all these lights, he couldn’t see many stars. It was also cold as all hell. The frigid wind slapped at him every time they turned the corner of a building, snapping right into his bones.

Still, he supposed there was a kind of attractiveness to the city at night. The stores and their signs were all lit up gold and other neon colors. Couples and families walked together, all done up nice for wherever dinner reservation or movie they were trying to get to. It begged the question of what your husband was doing right now if he didn’t notice his wife out at this time of night.

“Where’s your husband tonight, if I might ask?” said Dean.

You shot him a look, reading between his lines.

“He claims to be working late virtually every night of the weekdays,” you said, “but he usually comes home stinking of alcohol.” Your eyes dimmed, even with the pretty lights shining in them. “He was in the Army as well. A corporal. He’s had a hard time adjusting to being back home, and I know that… He doesn’t sleep very well. And do you know, he had a hard time finding work for a while too. Luckily, he has his father’s business to fall back on.”

Dean tried not to show how much your words resonated with him. He didn’t think it a good thing to have common ground with your husband, if he was the kind of man you said he was.

“Yeah? What’s his business?” he asked.

“He manages a meat production plant, of all things,” you said.

“Ah, located in the Meat Packing District, I presume?”

“You’d presume right.”

Dean nodded. “I get it. I inherited the family home back in Lawrence. I just need to figure out what’s next.”

“Lawrence?”

“Kansas.”

“Oh, the Midwest,” you inclined your head. “What’s it like there?”

Dean scoffed. “Dusty.”

You almost laughed at that. At least it earned him your first smile of the night.

“Do you have an idea of what you’ll do for work?” you asked.

Dean chuckled. “Not just yet. Didn’t plan that far, you know?”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Hmm. Guess I didn’t see the point,” he replied with a mild shrug. It hid a deeper, darker well inside him. The part of him that hadn’t thought he’d make it back home after the war.

You turned to him then, and you saw it behind his eyes. The two of you walked in silence for a little while as the neighborhood blocks began to shift and change, becoming somewhat quieter, more residential. Dean put himself between you and the sidewalk when a taxi zoomed by too close to the curb, resting a hand on the small of your back for protection.

Part of you trilled inside at the small touch, but you immediately beat that reaction down. Dean Winchester was an attractive man, to be sure. His hair was a lighter brown than his brother’s, and shorter too. He had an air of roguishness about him, even though he’d been perfectly pleasant so far.

But by the way he eyed you when you came into the law office, you had a strong feeling he was a flirt. You had no room for that in your life, and not only because you were still a married woman.

Yet, there was something about him that…well, made you curious.

“I was a nurse,” you said eventually, earning his attention. “I was there when they liberated Paris.”

Dean turned to you with newfound interest lighting his green eyes. “You were at Normandy.”

You nodded. “For a while. Almost a year before D-Day.”

Dean let out a short, if humorless chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, that’s where I was. At that time, at least,” he said. You gave him a similar look; respect, and perhaps finding a kindred spirit.

“I did what I could do before, during, and afterwards,” you said. “I think that’s all we can do now, Mr. Winchester.”

“Call me Dean,” he said. “If you like.”

A second smile almost tugged at your lips. You nodded in agreement.

“Dean,” you said.

In another ten minutes, he was walking you up to your porch at your apartment building. You travelled up the four small steps, while Dean stopped at the second one. For the first time, you had the vantage point above him as you turned on your heel to face him. You were about to thank him when he shook his head, scoffing.

“This guy must be dumb, deaf, and blind, sweetheart,” he said.

Your face warmed in a blush, and you gave a rueful smile when you realized what he meant. He was looking up at you like someone who couldn’t understand your plight. You knew the feeling.

“That’s kind of you, but you don’t have to do that,” you said.

His brows furrowed. “Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better,” you said, scuffing the toe of your sensible heels against the brick platform. Dean crossed his arms.

“Why not?” he asked.

“Because the fact of the matter is, Sergeant, words don’t move me anymore.” You picked up your gaze from the ground, and you met his. “Flattery is just a pretty way of lying, and I’ve grown to really, truly hate lying.”

It took him a moment, but Dean nodded.

“I guess that’s fair,” he said. He had to stop himself before he proved your point with a smart word on your pretty smile. Although, it wouldn’t have been a lie. He tipped his hat up. “Goodnight then, Mrs. Milligan.”

You stopped him from leaving with just your voice.

“Please,” you said, your eyes briefly closing. “Just…call me by my name. My first name.”

Dean slowly smiled. “Perfect. I like your name better anyway.”

This time, your smile in return was genuine, if tinged with amusement.

“Goodnight, Dean,” you replied.

He gave you a charming grin and a more casual soldier’s salute. Then he stuck his hands back in his pockets, turned on his heel, and began to walk back the way he came. You couldn’t help but watch him go for a second or two. His legs were slightly bowed under his slacks, you noticed.

With a blush, you shook your head to rid yourself of those silly thoughts. You closed the door.

That night, Michael came home late, as usual—this time at two in the morning. He reeked of alcohol, also per usual, but this time when he rolled over towards you in bed to say goodnight, you stiffened. He also smelled like a woman’s perfume. Expensive stuff.

This was one of those signs you hadn’t wanted to tell Sam Winchester. Frankly, it was crude and embarrassing.

“Sorry it’s so late, darling. Got held up,” he said, kissing your shoulder through your nightgown. His fingers played with the ends of your hair while you laid facing away from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut. You were fighting every instinct you had inside you that wanted to recoil from his touch and bolt out of the bed. When just a few months ago, his touch was all you craved, almost desperately so.

“Where were you?” you asked. Somehow, you kept your voice steady and calm. “You weren’t at the office all this time.”

“Had a couple of drinks with the guys after,” he said with a shrug. “Sorry. The night got away from us, but, uh…I’ll be home on time for dinner tomorrow.”

With your back turned to him, you were able to roll your eyes.

“What’d you make tonight, outta curiosity?” he asked.

“Egg salad sandwiches,” you replied flatly.

“Hmm. No real loss there then.”

Your teeth clenched. “If I thought you were actually going to be home when you said you would, maybe I would make a rump roast with all the fixings.”

Michael paused, but then, he grasped your shoulder, slowly turned you around in the bed until you were facing him. His face was sterner.

“Excuse me?”

You remained quiet. Your gaze travelled downwards, avoiding his.

Michael huffed, shaking his head. “Sometimes you got a real mouth on you. One of these days, you just might regret it.”

He turned his back on you, laying on his side. You did the same while trying to stem your tears.

When did this become your life?

AN: Oof, sorry for all that angst at the end there, but I hope you liked the first chapter! Did you enjoy soldier!Dean and soldier/lawyer!Sam? Do you want to find a dark alley for Michael yet? 😅

And are you ready for what's coming up next? 😘

Next Time:

Dean both could and couldn’t believe it. He might not have been a saint himself when it came to the fairer sex, but if he went through the whole ordeal of marrying one, let alone a straight-shooting woman like you, beautiful, clever…

“Geez,” he muttered. “He could’ve at least waited until the ink dried on the certificate.”

Sam nodded in agreement. He picked up the receipt to the Cotton Club, and he shot his brother a grin.

“Wanna go to the club tonight?”

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pillowspace · 1 day ago

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Could you share more about your modern no loops au?

Oh, I'd love to!!!! So I have a 10k word draft currently. Haven't touched it since December because I've been writing other things, but I'd like to return to it when I'm done. I didn't actually know what I was writing until I started. I decided to go for the first line I could think of, which was:

So I had to build an AU off of that from that point onward.

It's a bit of a "post-canon" setting in a sense, except neither Siffrin nor Loop have met the party yet, and the two live together in an apartment. At some point, Loop's attacked, and they begin to bleed out in an alleyway. Odile catches sight of them and rushes to help. They appreciate her efforts, but they die anyway.

They've died plenty of times before though...! So they wake back up. They still have the stranger's coat from when she was trying to help, so they hide within it and head back home, feeling bad for having likely traumatized a random person with the sight of them dying.

A few months go by after this though, and Odile stumbles upon Loop at the library. Loop doesn't recognize her at first, but Odile recognizes THEM, and proceeds to accidentally corner them which freaks Loop out.

Odile, a complete stranger, instantly wants to know everything about Loop. How their life has gone, how they're alive, etc. So Loop decides that they DON'T LIKE ODILE, but that they'll at least find the time to bring her coat back to her to repay the favour of when they had died.

After Loop returns home, Siffrin reveals to Loop that he's... worried about them. Loop's been entirely dependent on him the entire time, and he thinks that they should have friends. Loop denies needing anyone but them, all the while struggling with bottled up trauma they want to talk about but are unwilling to go to Siffrin for.

This sticks to Loop though. Next time they see Odile at the library, they get to talk to her now a bit less freaked out, and return her coat to her. (This isn't art directly of the fic but I did draw this after writing Loop returning the coat). She reveals some of her curiosities about Loop, and although Loop still doesn't want to answer, they're curious what she means by the word "explore."

Loop makes a bit of a mistake though. They accidentally give Siffrin the impression that they're friends with Odile now, and Siffrin's happy for them!

Loop doesn't want to correct them though, so instead accidentally snaps at them for pestering them for the details on this totally real friendship.

There's a lot of hints scattered throughout the fic of Loop having very bad trauma. A large star-shaped scar on their chest. Implications that they're very familiar with Siffrin's blood. Having nightmares and waking up feeling like they have to kill Siffrin. Being so used to panicking whenever they wake up without Siffrin being there that they already know how to try and calm themself down.

I haven't gotten to writing the interview itself yet, but I want for Loop and Odile to actually start to become friends. I want for Loop to finally agree to an interview. And perhaps in an Interview with the Vampire (2022) style of things, start off completely contradictory and rewrite how it all started based on their own outbursts of emotions. Odile would catch onto this though, and get them to stick to the truth or not answer at all.

And thus, through much trial and error, Loop would eventually tell the story of meeting King. A nice man who Loop had once been friends with (it takes a LOT to pry that out of Loop), before they were ever Loop, but rather Siffrin. Loop would talk about how they had grown close over being from the same forgotten country, but that they'd come to learn that King had... other motives in wanting to get close to another Islander.

King had been studying something called Wish Craft.

King wanted to immortalize the Island's memory. Or at least, the memory that something existed from it. Perhaps somehow, some way, King could use Wish Craft to make things right again.

So what better way to try than to immortalize Loop?

Loop was betrayed and made to be a personal test subject. They weren't the first person to be a test subject, but they were the first success to survive it. Loop died very frequently those days, and after a long enough time, they reached a breaking point. They didn't want to suffer alone!! They wanted company!!! They wanted Help!!!!

Which tore Loop's strength out of them to create Siffrin.

Loop cannot regret Siffrin. But they regretted it at the time, as the experiments... lessened... on Loop, while the focus instead shifted onto Siffrin. The two were all each other had, so it pained Loop to have their burden fall onto him. Another regret was that Loop had become significantly weaker after Siffrin came to be, giving them less of a chance to fight back and escape. Loop was very protective of Siffrin, all the while wondering if they should just permanently kill him to get their strength back and escape. Towards the end, they almost went through with it.

They didn't though. The two eventually escaped together, sticking close to each other and occasionally moving from town to town while keeping their past secret.

I imagine that Loop will need... a lot of time and effort to tell Odile about all that though. They're very hesitant to even tell her that Siffrin exists, still wary about trusting her.

So between interviews, Loop and Odile just hang out, and Loop will come home to Siffrin who continues to live his own life. Loop will find themself healing just as Siffrin manages to.

If I do finish this fic, I would like for Loop and Siffrin to wind up friends with the whole party in it.

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Devil's Snare Part. 12

Description: Aemond and his wife revel in their newfound joy at her pregnancy. But a decisive Battle at Rook's Rest looms over the Red Keep and their happiness.

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Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Writer's note: Finally got my shit together and wrote something. I'm not even going to lie this is 90% just Aemond being obsessed with his pregnant wife and very little plot. The next part will also deffo be the final part so thank you to everyone who has kept this story alive with all your support depsite the most erratic updates ever. I love you all!

Warnings: mostly fluff with a little angst (fears of miscarriage and childbirth), sexual content but not explicitly smut (speaking my truth that Aemond might have a kink about seeing his wife pregnant).

The relief Y/N felt in finally telling Aemond she was with child, and in his joy at the fact was tempered slightly by the hen pecking she subsequently had to withstand. If Aemond had been overprotective before, he was completely overbearing now, constantly hovering to ensure she didn't fall and constantly harassing the maesters about her health. He would not even allow her to walk down the stairs of the keep if she was not holding onto his arm or the dowager queen's when he was not with her in case she should fall. Though she could admit that the tonics the maesters brought her daily had done wonders for her morning sickness, which had thankfully diminished and it was sweet that Aemond was so concerned for her health and that of their unborn child.

Y/N was also grateful that her pregnancy had brought her and he husband seven closer together. Aemond spent as much time as possible by her side during the day and by night she would always sleep with her back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her abdomen as if to keep both her and their unborn child safe. As weeks passed and she finally began to show, Y/N found herself growing more lethargic and spending most of her time in their shared chambers or with Helaena and Queen Alicent, who had been most gracious to her in the knowledge she carried her grandchild. Thus it was that Aemond would come to her at regular intervals throughout the day, very clearly sneaking away from some council meeting or another, often presenting her with yet another gift or bouquet of her favourite flowers.

Despite the happiness Y/N felt, she also felt a little guilty, knowing Aemond must be shirking his duties in some way to be with her. She wished for nothing more than an end to this senseless war between kin, so she could simply enjoy this newfound joy between her and Aemond without a shadow hanging over them constantly. Due to his silent, almost cat-like tread, Y/N did not always notice his presence until she felt his hands gently caressing her growing bump. It was on one such occasion that the baby had kicked for the first time, and she'd winced slightly at the jarring sensation, sending Aemond into a panic as he immediately removed his hands from her person.

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Y/n didn't respond for a few moments in her surprise at the new sensation. But it filled her heart with a warm and pleasant feeling as she smiled at the sure sign of life. Looking up to see Aemond in a state of anguish, she quickly relented, reaching for his hands to place them back on her stomach so he could feel the tiny kicks of their little one.

"No, no. I'm fine. I felt the baby kick for the first time and was surprised. Here, can you feel it?"

Aemond looked down at her protruding stomach in awe as Y/N felt another tiny kick. Aemond surely felt it too, as he smiled softly.

"My little dragon. I hope you will not give your mother too much trouble with your kicking."

Looking back up at her with a tender smile, full of love for both her and their child, Y/N knew, Aemond had leant down to kiss her and Y/N could feel the gratitude he felt towards her in that moment for such a gift. After that, nothing seemed to bring the prince more joy than pressing his hand to Y/N's bump and asking after their little dragon as he had taken to calling their child. He seemed pleased the child was so lively, a sign that the little Prince or princess would be healthy and strong, the maesters said. Though, Aemond remained a caring and loving husband and was ever sympathetic to any pains caused by the child's restlessness.

"I hope my child isn't giving you too much trouble, my love." He tutted softly at her bump as he grazed a hand up and down her spine soothingly. Y/N could only imagine how he'd managed to find his way back to her in the middle of the day when she knew very well his duties lay elsewhere. Y/N huffed, shifting as she felt another kick in her ribs, as if the baby could hear her father's voice.

"Your child barely gives me a moment's rest. Certainly they are the blood of the dragon."

Aemond stroked her hips, his fingers creating small circles as he looked at her with the utmost sympathy.

"Is it terribly painful, my darling?"

Y/N sighed, circling her arms around Aemond's neck and leaning her body against his.

"It's not so bad, I'm glad our child is strong and it's comforting in a way. Don't look so anguished Aemond, I was only jesting before."

Aemond pressed his lips to her temple.

"Is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?'

Y/N smiled at Aemond's affectionate gesture, toying with his brocade a little bashfully.

"You can distract me..if you like." She added as an afterthought.

Aemond was glad he'd paid attention to the trinkets Helaena liked when they were growing up. It made it much easier for him to know what gifts women liked. He had little experience with women before Y/N, and no part of him had ever considered himself a suitable romantic partner before her due to his disfigurement. Yet fortune had bestowed upon him the love of a sweet and gentle lady, who had given him what he'd always yearned for, a family. Past experience had taught him Y/N would only begrudgingly accept jewels or ornaments but that she was partial to fine fabrics, having a particular acuity for sewing and embroidery And of course there was her favoured bluebells he was only too happy to gather for her. He wanted to show her Y/N every day how grateful he was to her for the great gift of the child she nurtured within her womb.

He felt himself smile subconsciously at the thought of the baby his wife carried in spite of himself as he sifted through piles of fine silks, trying to determine which Y/N might like best. He was sure he saw the merchant shiver minutely out of the corner of his good eye. Thinking of Y/N, he could almost forget how others saw him. As a Prince of Darkness, someone to be feared, whose smile could even portend danger and violence. Ever was Aemond reminded of his great fortune in finding Y/N, who was somehow able to see past his harsh exterior and reach the good within him as no one else could, not even his mother or sister.

"These will do. Have them delivered to the Red Keep." Aemond assumed the dismissive and cold air he was sure the merchant expected, before heading back to the keep himself. He knew that he'd already been gone too long, and his absence would have been noted, at least by his mother and Aegon, who'd come to depend upon him in the small council. But his heart pulled him in the direction of his chambers.

Opening the door softly so as not to startle his wife if she were napping, knowing well how her pregnancy had exhausted her of late, Aemond's lips quirked up at the sight of his wife. He took advantage of the fact she had not yet noticed his presence to drink in her beauty, resplendent in the glow of the afternoon sun. Pacing over to her quietly, Aemond gently brought his hands to rest against her bump, though he dropped them quickly as Y/N winced and hunched over in pain. Had he perhaps underestimated his strength and grabbed her too harshly?

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Aemond grappled with his emotions to remain calm as Y/N remained silent, a look of wonder passing across her features.

"No, no. I'm fine. I felt the baby kick for the first time and was surprised. Here, can you feel it?"

Instantly, relief flooded through the prince, quickly replaced by a spark of excitement and curiosity at this most fundamental proof of the little life Y/N carried within her. Aemond pressed his hand to Y/N's bump, smiling as he felt the baby's tiny kicks against his palm. He was briefly stunned in to silence himself, overwhelmed by his love for both the child and its mother.

"My little dragon. I hope you will not give your mother too much trouble with your kicking."

Aemond looked from Y/N's eyes to her lips, leaning down to press his against hers tenderly and convey his devotion to her with this kiss.

From then on, Aemonds hands would always wander to Y/N's bump, hoping to feel their child's tiny kicks. He felt pride in the evidence of the child's strength and Targaryen heritage, placing his mothers hands upon Y/N's stomach excitedly a the queen dowager smiled at her lively grandchild. The prince thought the little drgaon must recognise his voice, for he was seldom left disappointed, much to his wife's chagrin who complained often of the baby's relentless kicking. Aemond knew that the baby's kicks were as reassuring to her as they were to him, though he did regret that the baby's restlessness did cause Y/N discomfort every time he saw her wince.

"I hope my child isn't giving you too much trouble, my love." He tutted softly at her bump as he grazed a hand up and down her spine soothingly.

Y/N huffed, shifting uncomfortably.

"Your child barely gives me a moment's rest. Certainly, they are the blood of the dragon."

Aemond stroked her hips sympathetically, wishing he knew of a way to help her. He felt guilty that she had to bear the burdens of pregnancy alone.

"Is it terribly painful, my darling?"

Y/N sighed, circling her arms around his neck and leaning her body against his. Aemond pressed her closer to him, only too eager to offer her comfort.

"It's not so bad, I'm glad our child is strong and it's comforting in a way. Don't look so anguished Aemond, I was only jesting before."

Aemond schooled his features into a more even tempered expression, pressing his lips to Y/N's temple. He was in awe of how strong his wife was, how brave she was in trying to brush aside her discomfort. But he did not wish her to feel as though she needed to suffer in silence or conceal her struggles from him.

"Is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?'

Aemond watched as Y/N began to play with the buttons of his tunic, an air of nervousness surrounding her movements. He wanted to hold her hand against his chest to stop her fidgeting and ease her nerves, unsure what had caused him. Instead, she surprised him with her next words before he could ask for the cause of her sudden change in demeanour.

"You can distract me..if you like." Aemond felt a wave of affectation wash over him at her request and the manner in which it was posed. He knew that shyness was simply in Y/N's nature, it did not matter that they were married, so he was more than used to her subtlety and took her meaning immediately. Grasping onto her hips, he moving his lips from her temple to graze her jawline instead.

"Anything to please my wife. I am a dutiful husband, after all." In seconds he'd swept her up into his arms, her shriek of surprise and subsequent giggles blending beautifully Aemond thought with the lower cadence of his own laugh. Y/N patted his shoulder affectionately.

"You won't be able to pick me up like this for much longer. I'll be too heavy."

Aemond, ever observant, noticed the real insecurity concealed beneath an air of humour.

"That's nonsense. When I hold you now, I'm holding my entire world."

Y/N pressed her face into Aemond's chest.

"You always say such romantic things when you know how it flusters me."

Aemond chuckled as he carried her towards their bed, amused by her trying to hide her reddened cheeks from him.

"Perhaps it is my intention to fluster you, little one." Y/N sighed exasperatedly as Aemond set her down. He did so love to see her blush.

"Don't tease me, it's mean." Aemond observed that Y/N stopped just shy of poking her tongue out at him. A devilish look lit the prince's eye as he climbed on top of her, humming thoughtfully as he slipped a hand underneath her skirts, stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Y/N inhaled sharply as his hand glided upwards painfully slowly, and he pressed a sensual kiss to the pulse point close to her ear.

"My sincere apologies. I'll have to make it up to you, wife."

Aemond's eye drank in Y/N's features as her eyes flutter shut.

"They'll miss you at the small council."

Aemond restrained a scoff at his wife's perpetual need to always do what was expected of them. He was tired of trying to play the perfect Prince, when everyone including himself knew that was not who he was. Besides, seeing Y/N pregnant with his child had only seemed to inflame the fiery passion he held for her, and he'd much rather spend all of his time between her legs if he could. He did spare his gentle, shy wife from putting it in such lewd terms.

Aemond hummed nonchantly, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as he let his hand slide upwards under her skirts, earning him a gasp from Y/N.

"I think you know there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you. Besides, my wife's comfort is a far more pressing matter to me"

Y/N laughed and pulled him closer to her. Aemond knew he would no doubt be called away sooner than he would like to deal with the ugly business of the war he'd had no small part in inciting. But for now, there was just her, who he loved, and the beautiful gift she carried within her womb.

While Aemond was a doting husband, he was often called away from Y/N's side to scout the skies on Vhagar or attend his brother, the King. She was proud of him for his sense of duty to his brother, but ever fearful that he might be called upon to battle. Ser Cristom Cole and Ser Gwayne Hightower, the queens affable and gentlemanly brother, had set out on the March months past, taking castle after castle in the crownlands. Y/N knew it was only a matter of time before a raven summoned Aemond to join them.

And yet, despite the omnipresent and oppressive shadow of war that cast a gloom upon the Red Keep, other worries gnawed at Y/N. As the months flew by and her bump grew in size, she began to realise the true weight of her situation and fear began to creep in of what she could expect in child birth. Her own mother had died when she was only young, and she had very little experience with labour. She daren't ask Helaena about her own labours, not wishing to trigger any traumatic memories, and the queen dowager, as well meaning as she was, only wanted to smooth over Y/N's concerns entirely and tell her that everything would come to her naturally. With such serious matters pressing upon Y/N's mind, she felt more than a little silly at her increasing insecurity in her own body.

As she grew out of her dresses and had to have more commissioned, she spent more and more time looking at her own reflection in the mirror, finding herself unrecognisable and worrying that Aemond might begin to feel the same. Entering their chambers, Y/N was surprised to find Aemond already settled in his favoured armchair reading from a book on the Dornish Wars. She must have tarried longer than she thought helping Helaena put Jahaera to bed.

Aemond's eyes lit up at the sight of her on the threshold, as if they'd been parted for years rather than mere hours, and he immediately held his arms out to her. Y/N's felt her heart stumble at his invitation, knowing he meant her to sit on his lap. But she only smiled at him, shaking her head softly as she approached the floor length mirror.

"I'm much too heavy for that now, husband."

Y/N saw Aemond's face fall at her words as she swept by him.

"Nonsense."

Planting herself in front of the mirror that had earned her enmity. Y/N initially started unpinning her hair but quickly began shifting to see her body at different angles.

"What are you doing, my love?"

Y/N stiffened at the sound of Aemond's voice, having almost forgotten he was there. She huffed with frustration at herself, though she did not avert her eyes from her reflection.

"Just taking note of how huge I've grown. I think I'll need new dresses again soon. This one is fit to burst."

Y/N heard rather than saw Aemond snap his book shut and rise from his favoured chair. She felt her heart beat faster with either nervousness or anticipation as Aemond approached her, sensing tension radiating from him. He hated when she would complain about her changed appearance, and was fastidious in his assertion that there was no other maiden so fair in Westeros. But it was difficult to believe that when Y/N had witnessed her body change drastically to the point she could scarcely recognise it as her own. She worried too whether it would be forever changed once she'd given birth...and whether Aemond would still think her beautiful even if it was. She supposed it was a silly think to worry about all things considered, especially when she'd grown to love the little dragon she carried in her womb so dearly. Y/N was stirred from her thoughts as she felt Aemond's hands press inisistently against her waist, his voice stern in her ear. "I thought I told you not to speak like that about yourself."

Y/N shivered lightly at his tone, no longer denying to herself that she was drawn to this more commanding side of him, which reminded her that he was a Targaryen Prince as well as her loving husband. She did not love him despite the darkness she knew he held within him. It was just another essential part of him she loved.

'Aemond, even you can no longer deny that I'm enormous." She laughed to hide her genuine insecurity, but it was a weak and unconvincing sound. Aemond tutted softly, squeezing her hips. She took a sharp intake of breath as he lowered his head to the crook of her neck and she felt his angular nose graze down her throat.

"Oh my love. Don't you know how beautiful you are? How radiant?" Y/N found herself unconsciously pressing herself further into Aemond's chest as his breath danced pleasantly across her skin, heating her blood, almost sagging against him entirely to her embarrassment as he pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder. Disarmed by Aemond's proximity, Y/N voiced the concern that that been eating away at her even in her happiness.

"I'm worried you won't always think so now that I'm so changed with this pregnancy."

Aemond kissed her temple affectionately.

"Impossible. You're perfect..my perfect wife who carries my child." Y/N let her eyes flutter closed as she heard the smile in Aemond's voice. She knew how proud and excited he was about their child.

Aemond was clearly displeased with her silence, humming thoughtfully as he always did.

"How can I convince you, my darling?" Y/N shrugged.

"I don't know."

She felt his hands shift to her back, his fingers weaving into the ribbon stays that held her dress together as he deftly began to untie them.

"Do you want me to show you?"

She shuddered, completly under the spell of his powerful voice and forgetting her concerns.

"What?" She didn't need him to clarify what he meant...but she wanted him to.

Aemond finished with the laces and let his hand glide down the smooth skin of her back.

"How perfect you are for me. How much I desire you, adore you."

Y/N brought her arm up to rest her hand against where she thought Aemond's cheek was, though she was hardly in control of her body or mind at his ministrations.

"Yes."

Aemond inclined his head down towards her so his hair tickled her neck and cheek. His voice was low and alluring.

'And you won't criticise yourself anymore?'

Y/N readily agreed, flustered and forgetting why she'd been so worried a few moments before.

'Yes.'

"Good girl."

He tugged impatiently on the sleeves of her dress, his growl of frustration as the material caught mingling with her laughter.

Cole had been on the March for months, and Rhaneyra had yet to concede the throne, so Aemond was not surprised when Cole's raven arrived, summoning him to Rooks Rest. Rhaenyra's complacency called for decisive action, and a dragon so close to Dragonstone would not be so easy to ignore as his mother's entreaties. Part of him was eager for battle, to prove himself, and to defend his brother's claim. That did not make telling his wife any easier. And so it was with a heavy heart and a bouquet of slightly crushed bluebells in his hand that he sought her out. He was concerned to find her sat in the middle of their bed, her head on her knees, and a look of anxiety of her face. Had she already heard news of his departure somehow?

"What's the matter, my darling?"

Y/N looked up at him in alarm, clearly startled from her thoughts.

"I'm frightened."

Aemond hadn't anticipated her directness, but he sought to ease her anxieties if he could. He would return to her and he wanted her to have faith in him that he would.

Stepping into the room and shutting the door softly behind him, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He took her hand gently in his, lacing their fingers together. Aemond had feared Y/N's reaction and expected hysteria rather than this eery calm, but this was just as unsettling.

"You need not fear. None of Rhaenyra's dragons can match Vhagar and my dragon is well seasoned in battle. I promise to return to you." Y/N looked puzzled by Aemond's words until everything seemed to click into place, and she ripped her hand from his. Rising to stand, she pushed his arms away as he tried to stop her flurried movements.

"You are to go into battle? Have you no thought to what it would do to me if something we're to happen to you?"

Aemond stared in shock at his enraged wife, realising too late that he'd mistaken her earlier words.

"You did not know? When you said you were afraid..."

Y/N looked at him desperately "Afraid to die in childbirth. I've heard such awful things about it and sought reassurance."

Aemond cursed his foolishness in jumping to conclusions, reaching for Y/N.

"I will not let that happen. You will have the best maesters and my mother will know exactly what to do. I promise..."

Y/N cut him off as he went to stroke her cheek, swatting his hand away.

"Don't make me promises you can't keep Aemond. Not when you fly towards danger, leaving your wife and unborn child to suffer your loss should you die in battle." Her words stung, but Aemond was more concerned with his wife's erratic breath and the tears that spilled down her cheeks. As she grew more hysterical, he wrapped his arms around her, despite her struggling, certain her distress could not be good for her of the baby.

"Would you leave me a widow?"

Aemond's heart clenched as her voice broke. Though he noted that her fingers gripped his arms now rather than pushed him away.

"Of course not. Have faith in me, my love. I will lay waste to these pretenders and return to you."

"You don't now that. You can't know that. You can't go" Y/N's words seemed to trail off and she suddenly sagged in his arms. Aemond panicked but quickly stopped her from falling as he caught her in a faint.

"Y/N. Y/N!" Aemond touched her face frantically, hoping she would wake, his chest seizing when she did not. Scooping her up in his arms and palcing her on the bed, he shouted to the guards outside the door to call for the maesters.

Y/N opened her eyes, briefly confused as to where she was until she recognised the patterns on the canopy above the bed and the unmistakable feel of Aemond's hand holding hers. Turning her head, she found him kneeling beside the bed, searching her face with a worried expression.

"What happened?"

"You fainted, my sweet girl"

Y/N's eyes widened in alarm.

"Is the baby alright?" She pushed the bed covers aside, desperate to check that her hysterical hadn't harmed their child, but her movements were arrested by Aemond's hands gripping hers.

"Perfectly fine, my love. The maesters have come and gone and found nothing amiss. You fell asleep shortly afterwards, that is all. But you must stay calm. Stress isn't good for you or the child."

Y/N felt tears well in her eyes, horrified that her behaviour could have harmed their baby. Aemond reacted instantly to her tears, rising to sit on the edge of the bed and brush them away with the pads of his fingers.

"Don't cry, my darling. Everything will be alright."

Y/N sat up and pressed her face into Aemond's chest, her sniffles resounding in the stillness of the night. He placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her to him and stroking her back comfortingly.

"Come back to me." Y/N knew he had to go, that he would want to. She could not stop the inevitable but only pray for her husband's safe return.

Aemond kissed the crown of her head, smoothing her hair down.

"I will."

Slight cliffhanger there. Sorry 😬 Sidenote, I'm obsessed with Aemonds little "hmm" he always does.

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rationalnerd62 · 1 day ago

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Woke up at 2am for the Tale Gate, finished the cooldown at noon.

Boy, what an adventure. This finale had everything I was hoping for and more. My thoughts are a mess, partly because of the lack of sleep and partly because of how fresh it all is, and I've teared up at least three times already thinking about C3 now being over (I'm suspecting the lack of sleep and my inability to process endings well to be at blame), but I still wanted to write down some notes before heading to a really needed nap, so here you go. Spoilers below the cut.

The resolution to the Gods' problem was great. Arguments were made, dice were rolled, Orym's lucky aura was clutched, the Nat 20 fell right when you needed it. The Matron showing up to support Bell's Hells was really appreciated, as BH didn't decide to free Predathos just by themselves: two Gods guided them towards this decision. Honestly, I loved all of their speeches, and most folks rolled well so it paid off (rip to Laudna's roll though, her speech was lovely). I wasn't expecting Ashton's part in this, and they scared me off for a long moment, but it all worked out, thankfully. I think this was a great payoff for this campaign. Now, Predathos is gone, Imogen is free of it, and one chapter ends for Bell's Hells.

The 5h30 second part tied off a lot of threads, in a nice way. Champions and followers got to catch up with their deities before their reincarnation, and while there's some grieving to be done, it's still a hopeful ending to them. Old parties got reunited, with many of the C3 guests making an appearance (apparently Emily Axford was supposed to be there, but couldn't make it when the second part had to be rescheduled because of the LA fires). We got confirmation that Frida knows about FCG (and also, werewolf?!?). Opal is doing okay (boy, was that a threat to the Spider Queen?), the Crown Keepers got to spend some time in Zephrah, and Bell's Hells in Jrusar. Some wounds will take time to heal, but now they've got plenty of that.

Laudna will get to grow old with Imogen.

Honestly, that part is kinda my only "hum" moment for the finale, because I was low-key hoping for a post-campaign one-shot with a good focus on Imodna to resolve this 😅. But that's just because I'm greedy 😉. Knowing that those two are getting their happy ending, without fundamentally having to change in order for that to happen... This is very dear to me. Also, they kinda got married in the process? They still deserve a nice ceremony and a big party for this, but I will admit, Laudna calling Liliana "Mother-in-law" was absolutely hilarious. And Imogen's comment on Laudna already wearing her ring? Adorable (I almost thought she was gonna propose though ahaha).

I loved that Imogen wants to spend a bit of time helping Ruidians in acclimating to Exandria. I funnily hadn't seen it coming, but it makes so much sense, when considering how much she cared for them when she went on Ruidus (and even before, when she could call Reilorans). I'm happy she gets to do that. And I'm happy that she gets to have her little cottage with Laudna, a mix of dark and light, built by their friend Chetney (and now people want to buy the house LOL). She'll also get the time to stay in touch with her parents, and who knows maybe they'll rebuild some sort of relationship. Doors aren't closed.

There was plenty of great content for other characters and relationships (including Vaxleth finally getting their happy ending, after three long campaigns and 7+ IRL years!), but overall Imogen and Laudna are the characters that I'm struggling the most in saying goodbye to. There are never two characters or two relationships alike, and I will keep them close to my heart for a very long time. I'm glad that those friends that never were supposed to become more than that found their way to each other. I'm glad that the actresses who played them loved them that much and managed to give them as many RP moments as they could fit in this tight campaign full of ticking clocks. I'm glad that the cast and crew of Critical Role loved them that much and gave them the space to grow and be celebrated, which is unfortunately not a given in many entertainment companies when considering wlw representation (or queer rep in general! Shout-out to the genderisms of FCG and Ashton, the non-monogamy of Fearne, the gayness of Dorian & Orym and overall how freaking queer the whole party was!). As we live in saddening times for anyone who dares talking about diversity, inclusion, or representation, I am glad to have found some light in Critical Role.

I'm also very much looking forward to seeing the art and reading the fanfics that will continue to be made about Imodna and Bell's Hells as a whole. And after that, I'll cheer for the comics, art books, one-shots, and who knows, animated series, that will be made about them.

This is not a goodbye, only a see-you-later, Bell's Hells.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #c3e121 spoilers #c3 finale #bells hells #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #imogen x laudna #this is over and I'm not entirely well about it #but it'll get better #and they will be back

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librarianandguardian · 10 hours ago

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The Balconies - Viktor x Fem!Reader

Music : Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

Pairing : S1 Viktor x Assistant Fem!Reader

Word count : 2.1K

Warnings : Mentions of Anxiety and Self Worth doubts, Shy Fluff

A.N : Helloooo It's meee. Am I popping up to then disappear again for a whole other year ? Yeeeeezzz probably. Needed to help my brain work through a break-up and work problems so I went to Viktor for comfort. It worked really well ! This is quite reflective and full of thoughts. I hope I did not make mistakes with portraying Viktor's disability. Do tell if you see anything, I'm keen on learning :)

A French version is up on my Wattpad account right here.

This party was as expected : extravagant and noisy. You cursed yourself to have agreed to the boys’ proposition. Jayce had been more insistent than Viktor, who wasn't too enthusiastic either, your Hex Tech assistant status forced you to be here tonight. Bollocks. You only stuck to the shadows. Because in the end, you hadn't done much besides stand by them, and be on the front row for their speech. No one minded you and they were right : who cares about the assistant of the two geniuses of the decade? The men themselves were here. The loud chatter of the room, the dense sea of people, the many invasive perfumes of the upper class, the boys out in the wild somewhere… The darker the night got, the more you felt out of place. You ended next to the buffet, mouth always full, champagne glasses after glasses, then topping it off with fruit juice. Overwhelmed, you fled to the first balcony available.

Would you rather be at the lab, tidying notes and books they had thrown everywhere to prepare for the speech? Absolutely. Considering how long it would be. But also because the low humming of their machines soothed you. Their cold coffee mugs told you they had a breakthrough. The couch still smelled like Jayce's expensive cologne and Viktor's shampoo (when he finally rested). The Moonshine piercing through the window, lighting the empty place up, made you happy. This lab was your second chance. New friends came into your life ; the boys and Sky, their other assistant. She was extremely sweet compared to the brutal science world. You guys became each other's complaints desk and laugh station. Even though you were the one who needed pity, being Jayce's direct assistant, housekeeper and community manager, you always listened to her trials with Viktor. The resilience of the young man from the Undercity fascinated you. The places he got to in so little time… You remembered your time at the Academy, his name like a whisper in the hallways. He was a mystery to be solved back in the days.

You sighed. This party congratulated your partners for their hard work, their passion. But it was also protocol. None of them rejoiced in being here. All these manners and fake smiles. Not the ideal place for scientists. At least that's what you guessed from Viktor's face all night long. He thought he hid them well, but your keen eye caught it. Unlike Jayce masking his uneasiness with class, thanks to his birth rank and natural charisma. How you would've slapped this "perfect" child. Friendly slaps, that is.

With tired eyes, you took the time to look at this Wonderful city, where your lives unfolded. During this sweet starry night, the streets of Piltover were dressed in blue and golden hues. The colors of new technology, of progress. Her people strolled, celebrating this growth with tiny markets, exhibitions and small street art shows. All this light hid the sea, you could guess with the moon shining on its horizon. The veins of the city were loud with joy, but not enough for you to hear, only feel. Everyone was happy tonight. Then a small nervous laugh escaped your mouth. With all this, you realised something : the task of maintaining the public image of your two devils was yours. For good.

Shit.

You were gonna have to watch out for their potential public bad behavior. If any problem related to that occurred, you’d have to cover it. They would have to be more often shown in public with a clean look. No more dishevelled science boys.

Your head spinned with all this. Or was the champagne at fault ? No, you knew why you quivered. Your breath got quicker. What were you doing ? Close to entering a thought spiral, the door of the balcony being shut and a sigh saved you from it. Startled, you turn around. Half hunched on his cane and visibly irritated, Viktor walked painfully. He was muttering unfamiliar profanities. You giggled, capturing his attention. At the sight of your smile, he eased and joined you. A small hysteria took you both out of breath, only to stop a few dozen seconds later. The scientist had to sit on one of the benches next to the railing, shaken. His knee having slightly twitched, you came closer in case he needed anything. He sat with ease and wiped some tears off.

« ‘Tis all very ridiculous. Truly. » he sighed with a thick accent.

Your head tilted. He was right of course, but something had to have happened to him. For Viktor to isolate away from Jayce, much was needed. The man wasn’t shy, more socially averse when it didn’t concern work. He hit the ground with his cane to calm down.

« A young daughter of some rich investor has been courting me for more than an hour now, through thick spider-like lashes- Ugh. »

With a reassuring smile, you patted his hands. The poor dear was NOT into marriage and love stories.

« It’ll soon be your new life. To the both of you, dear.

-Mmm, New Hell on Earth you mean. »

You giggled once more. The corners of your eyes wrinkled as they closed, one of your hands hiding your mouth, your nose scrunching. Viktor took in every bit of your false mockery with a grin. Saying you made life easier was down playing the truth. Mediator, Janitor, Nanny when he started to neglect himself. You had been a hurricane of salvation in their bachelor lab; making sure things were in their place, easy to find with their thought process and for the place to be clean after every project. You crossed none of the boundaries established, giving them air until a signature was needed, or an investor answered. Your soft smile, your caustic humor and laughs soothed the hardest day. Empty coffee mug? Never. No meal for 2 days straight? 'You are unbelievable! Eat if you want fuel for your damn brain to properly think.'

Sometimes your sadness and loneliness caught up to you. Your face closed when you came in, nearly incapable of speaking. You stayed in a corner, eyes glossy with tears, looking out a window. Or you vanished to the bathroom for a while. They were unsure of what to do, but tried. Viktor went with jokes; it worked pretty often. Jayce regularly served you your favorite hot beverage. But when it was too much, Sky came to the rescue. Team dynamics were important; you guys had a good one.

The young man would be lying if he denied loving every evening spent together, alone. A comfortable silence, you watching him, being curious. Or working until you fell asleep headfirst on the table, under a small dim light. Only to abruptly wake up and push him to go home or at least get on the couch. He rarely declined.

When you calmed down, you cleared your throat.

« I'm happy that you find my situation most amusing, darling. »

You winced at his eyebrow raised in false vexation. Arms behind your back, you nonchalantly looked around. Your feet brought you back to the railing.

« I wouldn't dare.

-Oh, I think you would. I know your antics now. »

With this, he got back up and joined you. Your arms on the railing, he took it as an opportunity to lean against your shoulder, hovering his leg in the air. You relaxed against him and breathed. Your stares marveled at the chaos in the streets, ghosts of smiles haunting your mouths at the comfort of each other's presence. The party behind you almost forgotten. You used to live on the outskirts of Piltover, just in front of the bridges that led to the Undercity. You saw the dirt, the grim, the violence. Viktor lived within it, making you both hate high society, fakers and sweet talk. You would have given everything to wander down there with the crowd, watching life buzz. Viktor would have loved to sit on the docks facing his home, ranting with you and sweets.

His head turned towards you. Your eyes glistened, far away on the horizon, your breath hitched, your jaw clenched. Smoke could have come out of your ears. The train had departed the station. What could he do? One day, you had discussed fears surrounding the project, your place in the team. You loved science but stayed an artist at heart. Your studies had been followed on the opposite side of the Academy; in the grand luminous Art Classes, the Workshops of Piltover. He had heard of rumors back in his days : a young rebellious woman, bullied by insidious comrades, but who finally rose to the rank of assistant to the Dean of the Workshops. The only common room you shared was the library. There, you only acknowledged each other with quick nods. When he got up the ladder too, you’d cross paths more often. Talked too. Then you disappeared. For months. He'd often mention the incident to Sky. She'd stay evasive on the matter. All of a sudden, you appeared. Just when Heimerdinger went looking for an additional assistant for the Hextech Project. Theories blossomed in his head. At every given opportunity, he’d study you. To no avail. The satisfaction of actually getting to know you overshadowed his need for answers. Yes, mentioning this wouldn’t help. If you had not confided in him, there had to be a valid reason.

« Miss ? »

Viktor was scared you would break into a million pieces in front of him. Small tears were streaming down your cheeks. He had to call you softly for a solid minute. When his voice pierced your mental fog, your eyes widened at his. You flinched at his intensity. But he brought you back. One of his hands grabbed your left forearm, to keep you anchored.

« Long tiring days are ahead of us. Things will become more complex. Jayce and I are aware of that. And… I believe you too. It's poisoning your mind. »

You briefly looked at his hand. Since he helped you come back to reality, your five senses were calm. Your mind focused on his voice. You met his sweet honey eyes again. He seemed to carefully pounder his next words. Should he talk about it all? The fright, the exhaustion, the hesitation, everything seemed conflicted in you. Soothing was wiser.

« I- I trust you. You proved us you are a pillar of our project. Your kindness and skills might not be poured into the science itself, but science alone cannot hold this dream together. There also is the hope we pour in it. All of us. »

You silently bursted into tears, unmoving.

« I do not know what happened in the past, what they told you. But you are competent. More than a lot of us. Your worries are justified, but they will be erased. I promise you. Otherwise, I'll hunt them down with my cane, partner. »

You snorted. His hand patted your arm, proud of his motivation speech. He began to understand something. This was the way Sky comforted you, how you did it for her too. He had always thought it hard to do, but everything came from his heart. His truth, his feelings. Determination took over his gaze. With a few minutes of silence, you were able to put your mind together, the scientist next to you, joking around, leaning on the railing like a bachelor. At peace, you inspected the lit-up streets again.

« Thank you Viktor. »

He nodded, scratching his neck.

« How you would feel if we… ran away from this horrendous noisy place? »

You stared, flabbergasted. Nervous, he shrugged.

« Jayce has the crowd’s attention. I wish to flee this aristocrat and you quite obviously don't want to be here. Let’s change, get some food and sit elsewhere. In a calmer, more familiar place. »

You considered it, still shocked. One of the co-founders of Hextech fleeing the launch party? That would be bad. Especially with an assistant. However, the crowd was dense and captivated. And the young man's knee seemed to hurt him; his knuckles were white around his cane. Well. You had a plan.

« Let's get out of here, partner.» You said, grabbing his arm.

Maybe life would not be too hard. Your team could survive it all. Those thoughts were left to linger in the dark. The balcony you had invested at the party did have a beautiful view. But it could never compare to the laboratory’s one. Sitting next to Viktor. Bundled up in warm clothes, with hot beverages and snacks, under the moon and stars.

#arcane #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor x you #imagine #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #fluff #s1 viktor

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 23 hours ago

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It is Axl roses birthday today and i request a fic celebrating that

A/n: I know I'm a day late but I had shit man😔 not like anyone asked for anything on STEVENS BIRTHDAY

Kinda glad I waited though because this is a much better idea

Warnings: Angst, reader just kinda cries a lot but Axl ends up comforting her and taking her upstairs to his room, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

This pic has me giggling. Fair god mother ass pose

Axl wasn't always around to keep an eye on his house, so he hired you. You were young and needed a way to pay for university, it was a good paying job, close to the school and Axl gave you a room year round for company mostly.

When he was home he helped you, mostly with cleaning and moving furniture around but he did his best in the kitchen.

Despite what your family and friends thought he was really sweet to you, always doing what he could to help, even with your studies; he had no idea what you were doing and got stuck every time he looked at your work, but he made trips to the store and got you snacks, he'd stay up late with you.

For your birthday last year he gave you a car, he usually just leant you his, sometimes he'd drive you himself or he'd pay for a cab. It's not that he minded doing any of that, he just knew how you felt about it.

You felt like a burden, he was really just the sweet man that took care of you and felt terrible every time you asked for the smallest thing. Axl had no one, he had friends, obviously, but he had no family. All he wanted was this big, happy family, and he never got it. He would do anything to spend more time with the few people he liked, especially you.

Since he had done so much for you you wanted to do one thing for him, so you planned and you cooked, you ordered a Queen cake that was really meant for a kids birthday but it was just for the two of you, it was the thought that counts.

When planning for things you had to keep it a surprise, so you told him you were studying for finals. It worked perfect, he never asked about anything, although he did buy a concerning amount of energy drinks.

It all came crashing down on his birthday. You'd spent so much time planning out your idea for his birthday you hadn't taken into account that he would make plans for his birthday.

Worst case scenario was that he would invite more people over, which you initially thought that morning of, but then you found him nowhere in the house as you scrambled around to set things up.

Finally, you checked your phone to find a text from him. "Decided to give you some time to yourself for your studying, be back later, don't worry about food." He sent a little heart and winky face emoji. All your work, the time and effort to get food and preparations together. For nothing. You were ruined.

You shot him a quick text, as tears filled your eyes, asking when he'd be home. He said around 10:00 pm, it was late but it gave you a chance to at least try and do something.

You cried for the first few hours, really. It was hard, he got you everything you ever wanted, and you couldn't do this one thing for him. You had to try, so you decorated the dining room, setting up the small table where you two ate together.

You wrapped your present for him and set it on his seat, just before the clock hit 10:00 you got the cake out and brought it to the table, a lighter at the ready for when he came home.

Five minutes and he hadn't shown up, he was just saying his goodbyes and it had kept him.

Fifteen minutes late, he couldn't end his stories, just a little bit longer.

When half an hour had passed and he hadn't come back you decided to text him, asking if his dinner was almost done. Ten minutes passed before he texted back that he'd bring you back leftovers, no indication of how much longer he'd be.

After forty-five minutes you put the cake back in the fridge, wiping your tears from your eyes and sitting back at the table. You couldn't bring yourself to go back to bed, you brought your feet onto the chair and hugged yourself, resting your chin on your knees as tears rolled down your cheeks.

It didn't take long for your crying to get worse, your body trembling and sobs choked out of you.

It was around 12:00 when you finally heard a car pull into the garage. You did your best to wipe away your tears but you could only do so much. Your makeup was ruined, eyes red and puffy, lip quivering.

Axl came in, finding the house dark. He planned to be quiet and just head right up to bed, doing his best to not disturb you, however, the dining room was right by the stairs so he saw the light on, and the streamers and balloons, everything you set up for his birthday.

Most importantly, he saw you sitting alone at the table, having clearly been crying.

His brows furrowed and he rushed over to you, taking the seat next to you and cupping your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, what happened?" He asked, voice deep and soothing as he looked over you with great worry.

You sniffled, wiping your eyes a final time before speaking. "I-I got everything ready and you-you weren't even here..." You mumbled.

Axl's worry shifted to confusion. "You got everything ready?" He asked. "What did you get ready?" He could take a guess from the decorations but he still asked the question.

"For your birthday!" You said, looking up at him, a desperation in your eyes. "I got a-a cake and decorations, I got it all together, and you-you weren't even here." You knew it wasn't his fault, he didn't know a thing about all this, but you were tired and hurt.

Axl pressed his lips together, eyes flickering over your face. "You really did all that? For me?" You nodded, letting him pull you into his arms. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart... I had no idea." He kissed your temple and pulled away from you, just enough to look you in the eye. "How about I make it up to you?"

Your pout deepened for a second at his offer. "But it's your birthday, I-I was trying to do something special for you!" He nodded and pulled you right back into his arms.

"I know, I know... but you've been stressed, right? With finals."

"There are no finals, it's fucking February, the semester just started." This was getting him nowhere so he lifted you up and carried you upstairs. Your room was just down the hall from his so you didn't question it, and it wasn't the first time he'd carried you around the house, he often found you crashed on the couch or elsewhere and brought you back to bed.

You wrapped yourself around him and only questioned it when he brought you into his room. "What're you doing..?" You asked, voice soft, but you weren't protesting.

"You wanted to surprise me on my birthday, and I want to make you feel better." He explained, setting you down on your back on the bed before crawling over top of you. "Two birds, one stone." You stared up at him, wide eyed and... oddly, very turned on.

Axl kissed down your neck, unbuttoning your top. He brushed the fabric aside and kissed over your chest, watching you carefully and making sure you were comfortable with where he was heading. "You can tell me to stop if you want." He assured, leaving a last kiss on your chest before helping you take your shirt off.

You gave a small nod, holding yourself up and unclipping your bra. "I know." You tossed your clothes to the side and laid back down, smiling warmly up at him.

He smiled back at you and continued to trail kisses down your stomach, your breathing getting heavy, tears drying up quickly now. He stripped you down to your panties, taking his time and muttering praise all the while. "You did a good job, sweetheart, getting a little dinner for us, for me." He mused, placing a final kiss on your lower abdomen, just above the lace of your panties. "You did perfect, now just relax and let me do the work."

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bendyartistic · 3 days ago

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Art suggestion: Could you draw what Christopher and Frankie's polycule looks like so far? You rarely draw any other character that your Christopher Pierre AU is married to besides Frankie.

I get an AU can be.. whatever you want it to be, it can consist of a scenario or person(s), place or timeline, and sometimes I forget about that until I worked on these drawings.. doodles? (I would've done full drawings but I'm not confident nor motivated enough for that.) Though I am still sometimes self aware by how.. strange mine is. What can I say? I love unique characters, especially ones that bring major comfort.

Anyways enough of my ramblings I suppose, here's the whole group finally conjured together for all to see, I'm happy that you take interest in them though despite the randomness! :)

It's hard to write anything right off the bat if I don't know the questions in mind, but I can say this answers enough from a glancing standpoint.

Of course, feel free to ask anything else, I am willing to answer. But I hope this puts faces to names that I mentioned previously, given 2 are now replaced.

Kiro, Damien, and Max are OC's belonging to @kiro-pierre, I said it before and I'll say it again because funny, but she's the one mostly responsible for this whole thing. My pains and sufferings are by her hands and it's killing me. <3

OH DO PLEASE SPARE ME OF MY AGONY AS I CRINGE AT THIS FROM AFAR. Yk that feeling? It's funny looking at it but I hate being nervous about sharing things I take comfort in, like an AU of some of those characters. What can I say? It's just easier to keep track of things. Plus I really really really fucking hate making multiple AU's just for one idea.

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idlingmoons · 2 months ago

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cw: suggestive

merry christmas everyone! have sun and moon in ribbons, because what is christmas without some lovely presents?

ocs under the cut because what's better than two robots tied up in ribbons? six of them!

happy holidays!

bloodmoon and apricot!

daydream and sungrass!

i love sun and moon very much, and i love my ocs dearly as well! i honestly wasn't expecting to get this done before christmas (very tight timeline) but it was, and i'm merrier for it :)

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lilybug-02 · 1 year ago

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Bribed with Chocolate. The way it should be.

Part 22 || First || Previous || Next

--Full Series--

More to come as this is a two-parter. But you know how I am with schedules.

Bonus:

I think this was an equally possible reaction from Chara.

#Chara and Azzy have another talk #Finally Chara shows their mischievous side.#and Azzy knows Chara's language well #my art #deltarune chara timeline #art #bread #deltarune #ngl im so happy with how that chocolate shake came out. I want to eat it so bad #yay 6 pages of taking :') i hope you guys like that lmao #Glad I got this one done in basically a month and a week! Hah. I'm trying me best :') Halloween.. Exams and a ton of other things came up #surprisingly these backgrounds weren't terrible to do... I mean took more than two hours but you know what I mean #i struggled with how to frame the background though. I actually liked drawing it. But because both the background and my characters--#--are super colorful I have to make sure I don't muddle the whole page.#Ive been thinking of doing the overworld in black and white recently... may help me actually finish the comic lol. idk i may make a poll #gonna try and get the new part out in maybe a month again? sorry. Thanksgiving and Christmas get me exhausted.

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lynn-tged-posting · 2 months ago

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tged webtoon ep 171 spoilers and thoughts but i'm mostly just going "YAY I LIKED THIS MOMENT" and more below the cut

DEMON KING LLOYD HELLO. HELLO?? WHAT. WHY?? BUT WOW. HOLY SHIT. I REALLY REALLY LIKE THIS

I LOVE WHEN CHARACTERS GAIN WINGS AND HORNS AND . GHGHHGHGHHG AAAHHH ITS MY FAVORITE THING if you didn't already know dragon lloyd was like one of my favorite all-time panels so this is VERY AWESOME FOR ME YAYYY YAAAAYYY HAHAHA

LIKE SERIOUSLY LOOK HE GOT FANGS N SHIT AND. OH MY GODD THE SMOKE SLIPPING PAST HIS LIPS IM SO??? THAT'S SO COOL. I LOVE WHEN THEY DO THAT WITH SMOKE AND MONSTROUS FORMS OF CHARACTERS

genuinely i need to draw this asap. pacing issues aside i am obsessed with how sick this is. i love this a LOT

ok ok back to the top bc theres some stuff i wanna touch on from before demon king lloyd got revealed! because...

"master lloyd taught us". "master lloyd taught us". "master lloyd taught us". "master lloyd taught us".

EXCUSE ME WHAT

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT OFF SCREEN, LLOYD TOOK TIME OUT OF HIS BUSY ASS DAY. TO TEACH THE KIDS HOW TO PLAY SOCCER. AND THEY HAVE PLAYED ENOUGH TO BE FAMILIAR ENOUGH TO PLAY ON THEIR OWN. WHICH MEANS THAT LLOYD . PLAYED SOCCER WITH THEM . AND WE FIND THIS OUT. NOW?? I. GGHH. THATS SO. CUTE. IM GOING TO BITE HIM. THE FUCKER. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

the fact that they go up to ask him im going to EXPLODE?!?!?

he looks so nonchalant abt it here im cryinf

AND LOOK AT THEM GO THIS IS SO SO SWEET IM VERY GLAD LYRA GOT TO PLAY WITH THEM I LIKE THIS A LOT

this scene, and the beginning scene where the adults were just so casual with her and treating her as a living person with feelings and someone that they can talk to was so so heartwarming i oooghhh my heart

AND THEN THERE HE IS. SMILING IN THE BACK. YOU ASS.

I SEE YOU BEING KIND AND EMPATHETIC AND SELFLESS LLOYD. YOU LOST THE NONCHALANT WAR. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE

christ. i fucking HATE him /j /aff

it is also VERY silly that they're so casual abt. destruction like that HELPPP they got it from someone sob sob, though i imagine since most of the estate consists of people who have done construction it probably isnt that big of a deal when things get destroyed every now n then

and lyra looks so damn happy,,, god im so glad she had a good experience, she really needed one :')

also i completely LOST it when the kid got mad at lyra for not responding with a yes or no HELPPP JESUS CHRIST

again they,,, got it from someone HAHA though honestly i think it tracks. kids can be straightforwardly brutal in their language, especially when they don't really have biases or cares for who they are speaking to. as crazy as this instance looks (LMFAO) i think this fits well with the context of the straightforwardness of children and considering the person who they look up to at the estate. i think it was good for lyra to meet a human child her age who can speak straightforwardly and not skirt past things, if that makes sense? i hope it does!

AND THE DEMON KING TRANSFORMATION i already talked abt it above but i wanna point out this blue system box here

a power outside of the system?!?? what does this mean for the protagonist of the new prequel bk_moon is writing?? is the weather forecasting included in this???

my first assumption right now is that the demon king power is just an in-world power system while everything else (ie the weather forecasting) is external, blue-textbox system. maybe? so lloyd got the demon king power which comes with skills separate from the ones that the system can provide? that would explain why there's no indication of lloyd trying to use the weather forecasting, he probably can't use it,,,? except i dont know why artanis can use it in that case. most likely i am overthinking it LMFAO

semi-related, i am a little confused as to why artanis did this? i guess she really, really trusted him w this power? or maybe her weather forecasting noted that this would be something good to do i have no idea,,, it Does feel a bit sudden i won't lie, i'm not sure how earned this is

also javier and everyone else not reacting that much to the demon king status. SENT ME HAHA "... nothing's changed." LOL

deadpan humor never fails to make me giggle ily javier

also loved the moment where the two of them were bein serious for a sec,,, they've got a job to do they've got people to protect. lloyd will stop fate and javier will be right besides him...

i think showing them at emily's wedding really cements how much they really, REALLY need to fight fate now. the novel events happening is very very bad, but it feels like now that so many people, emily especially, have found THIS much happiness in their lives,,, failing to stop fate will hit even harder. i really like the analogy of a taut bow that the dragon king used when he first described it, bc it's really REALLY showing how much the repercussions will hit if they fail. im praying they succeed,,, please,,, i need a happy ending or i will curl up and turn into an actual shrimp irl.

and now the demons have to build the pantara railroad,,, artanis's expression omfg

she really didn't,,, know,,, she trusted him that much,,,, girl,,,

but it's ok. it'll be a net positive trust! that's how lloyd does things!!! and then soon we'll get the happy ending where we can get the eye of summer and beat up fate and then silly fun times YAYY <- probably copium

some other thoughts of note that i had with a dear mutual (hi sprout :3) about this ep:

we were talking about how the plot seems to be paced right now, and honestly i'm of the opinion that while yes its Technically moving, the way they're ending each ep in this current arc makes it feel like it's going both very slow and very fast, that is to say it feels like it's not moving at all

bc they're like "okay NOW we're gonna do the build project" and it's been like that for several episodes now. pieces are moving but we're going past the point of it all too fast (especially the whole demon king thing. mentioned this before but while cool, doesn't feel as earned simply bc we're both tackling each point and yet blowing past all the points, so it's a lot less satisfying than it should be (despite how awesome it is,,, oh lloyd you give me so much internal conflict </3))

it does make me a lil worried that they're gonna timeskip the hell out of the pantara railroad build. however this episode, although it still has a weird pacing/movement issue, does feel a little bit better than the last two imo, so i have hope that it'll turn out okay, that it'll start heading up! i'm actually really excited to see where they go with this and i'm sure that even if the pacing is still goofy i'll have some kind of fun with it (seriously the panels this ep were wonderful HAHA)

anyway that's all for this week! extremely excited for the next ep,,, ill see yall then,,, lets go pantara railroad arc!!!

#tged #the greatest estate developer #lynn misc #tged spoilers #the greatest estate designer #lloyd frontera #tged lloyd #i read this episode in the middle of my finals actually LMFAOOOOO #okay well not like during an exam or anything dont worry guys #but like definitely when i should have been working and studying. so.#it probably helped me i think demon king lloyd showing up gave me the dopamine i needed to actually get shit done and finish through friday #or was it serotonin? what's the happy chemical? i don't know i'm an engineer not a med student #on that note though I DID WELL ON MY FINALS! EVERYONE CHEER!#i'd like to thank lloyd frontera for being with me in my time of extremely extremely severe (that's two extremely's) “losing it” moments #it all ended up worth it. i passed a comp sci class with an A for the first time in several years #safe to say i'm very happy!#more posts to come now that i'm on break! i have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THAT DAMN PREQUEL NOVEL. and also about alicia. very excited!#i'll see y'all then okay i'll post this shit now #(maybe i need to cool it on the “posting my secondary thoughts to tags” thing) (idek if anyone reads this) (OK POST)

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