#im very excuted about this

[itsbubbleteataro]

Heloo! :D I saw your request are open so i decided to send one! what would be Sunday's reaction to a Furina!s/o? If that's a tad bit confusing, can you do Sunday's reaction to his s/o performing Sinners Finale (Furina's execution song) and the execution if you're feeling angsty :3 (You dont need to add that part if you dont want to) SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH IM REALLY BAD AT EXPLAINING

can i be 🤸 anon pls :3

-🤸

You bet you can! Sorry 🤸 if it's not as you'd like but I did have a lot of fun writing about it. I kept some elements that I really enjoyed and found some nice music to listen to in the prosess. I had a lot of fun brainstorming in a cafe with some coffee!

Sorry about my posting being all over the place, moving across the country in the next few months will keep one busy! Anyways heads up this will pull at the heart strings,

Without anymore stalling, I present

La Danse du Chagrin

"Long, long ago, on a small planet named La Sec, a tradition old as the aeons persisted. Every 500 years a lottery was to be held. The winner is said to preform a dance so wonderful that the skies themselves weep and bring this dry and starved planet the water it desires"

You've told this story to Sunday as many times as he asked. Every time he seemed more and more enthralled within the sad story.

The very same story you told him when he first found you, one of of his many trips outside of Penacony.

He saw you dancing for the very first time, a style he wasn't familiar with at first. You lived gracefully, going up en point as if it were as easy as breathing.

The two of you met when he went to extend an invitation, to invite you to dance for the dreamscape. You soon became one of the more popular shows to go to when Robin wasn't present.

It was just after one of your shows, you and Sunday were in your dressing room. Him away from the public eye, watching you make yourself perfect before your next performance.

Sunday's always liked that about you, how your always perfect when you dance, as well as when you dress for the day or for the stage.

A bloodhound knocks on the door to the dressing room, prompting Sunday to get up and answer it as you were busy making sure your hair was perfect. Sunday was handed a note, addressed to you. He passed it along, setting it down on your table while he took his seat again.

Carefully you opened it, taking the note in hand and reading it. You bit your lip, keeping as stoic an expression as you could muster.

"Well my dear dove, it seems we have a show to attend in La Sec. I do hope you will come watch me dance, they did personally invite me too"

You said as you stood up, turning to face him. In hand your point shoes. In the other a red tambourine with matching velvet ribbons tied to it. Your dress a silky white with blood red accents.

"By of course my dear, it seems we are to depart?"

You nodded your head and walked side by side with him.

----

Arriving home was just like you expected. Dry, the earth cracked and starved for water. You took Sunday to Palace d'ear. A grand palace with many a room and beautiful gardens made of stones instead of lush greens. Inside tall ceilings with paintings.

Sunday looked at the paintings, filled with beautiful dancers, tales of woe and sorrow. Some of excutions.

The two of you walked on, further and further. You directed Sunday to a stage, and had him sit in the audience, while you went off to speak with an official.

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It had been about an hour, he noticed a spinning blue sword above the stage, he figured it was just an effect. After all, it is a stage.

He blinked as he looked at you, then, the music started to play.

He watched you dance both your and his favorite solo, La Esmeralda Finale .

Your white dress swirled around you as you danced, your pristine point shoes matching your skin as always. Your hair half up and half down. Sunday always lived watching you dance.

The music ended as you held your final pose. As Sunday stood clap, the blue sword he saw beforehand stopped spinning, and came crashing down with a thunk.

Your dress was stained red, like the bow in your hair.

His eyes, wide in horror. No one had explained the sacrifice to him.

He bolted to the stage when he could, cradling what was left of you as he watched your body turn to little blue droplets and head into the sky.

Your bloodied point shoes, held close to his chest as it started to rain outside.

Oh what a terrible day for rain.

He clutched your beloved shoes close to his heart. He started to sob.

First he was robbed of his sister, now of his beloved? How the world was cruel to him.

He stayed long past the crowd leaving, gathering up your belongings to take them back to his home, your home.

Sunday never went to a ballet again, it wasn't the same.

How he wished he could have watched you keep dancing on for him

[thatcheeseycandle]

//SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 31 OF IN PURSUIT OF SELF

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[tsfnm]

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[vifilms]

goodness fucking gracious. rain. geninuely. what the fuck (affectionate). from start to fucking finish this is the biggest bang there ever was. the pacing is so magnetic. you've done such a good job with building the world, the subplot in the fic and tying it into the plot. there's hints of it in the very beginning and people don't understand how hard that is establish with such subtle inflection. i'm literally going to be thinking about this for years. i'm being so deadass. this is better than some novels i spend my money on these days. also, the way you have these character so well crafted from the first hitch. i seriously love the way there's already an established dynamic between all of them. it feels like we're just watching the world you created as it moves and shifts. the perspective is clear, the vision you have is excuted so wonderfully. i'm glad i was sat reading this or my entire limbs would have given out from this cunty fucking fic. truly, it's some of the best i've read if not the best. now let me be a little more specific ♡

Vi shrugs, “I mean, you seem to like dolling out unsolicited opinions so,” she pins you with a harsh look, “What’s another one to add to the collection, huh?”

fucking GAGGED. from the start. i know you told me the beginning is where all the enemies action was BUT STILL. i think there's still a ball gag in my mouth from that. CAUSE JWRIEJFIRJDRIVNGDIO. okay. i just keyboard smashed driving? okay. um. is there a ghost haunting my keyboard. okay. off topic. m'so sorry the more i reblog your work the more you'll see my severe adhd issue. the tensions is so thick and delicious. enemies to lovers is such a favorite of mine to read. maybe because of the arch. i love a rocky beginning meets two people who simply can't stay away from each other because of their budding feelings. but the beginning where they want to just annoy, irriate, and get under the other person's skin in the most aggressive way possible? you executed it so perfectly. i feel like an addict right now needing more or your words shot directly into my bloodstream. the individuality in your writing just jumps out so much. maybe because it's something new to me but i love it so much. it feels so refreshing to read something so original and new. you're writing is seriously inspiring. okay, getting too mushy. #moving on

“Oh, so sorry, didn’t know you guys could still see with the sustained brain damage you all must have from slamming into each other all the time.” “Fuck you.” You scoff, twisting back with a viperous smirk. “In your wildest dreams, six.” Vi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh… didn’t know you knew my number, princess.” “It’s written on your face — or have all your previous hookups been so stupid they can’t even read —”

THIS ENTIRE INTERACTION. YEP. NEEDED THAT SHIT. #HARD. but in all seriousness, the dynamic is so good, i feel that shit in my chest. there's gotta be like, drugs in your magical pen. i know i'm just in the very beginning of the fic but ngl i was just amazed the minute i started reading it. your writing style is so impeccable. the hatred is so there, but is it really hatred.....me thinks not.....but fr the sexual tension is off the charts. feels so magnetic too.

“It was an ass thing to say.” “As long as you know —” “But I feel like she took it way too seriously, y’know?” Jayce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumps down into the booth in the dining commons, shoving half an entire banana into his mouth as he pins you with a look.

JAYCE. I FUCKING LOVE JAYCE. oh my god. you were so right. he is just perfect. the diva nose linch. i respect. god, THIS IS EATING SO HARD. IM GONNA RUN OUT OF WORDS TO EXPLAIN WHY I LOVE THIS SO BADLY. anyways, i love divas.

Caitlyn smirks, “See you haven’t.” Vi seems to deflate slightly at that, her arms coming loose, “Actually I —” You find yourself moving before you can stop yourself, pushing through the gathering crowd till you can throw your arms around Vi’s neck, bowling into her with a simpering squeal of — “Vi! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Vi’s expression morphs from one of shock to a momentary flash of suspicion as you meet her eyes and bat your lashes in what you hope is an inconspicuous way before turning towards Caitlyn and Maddie, a 100-watt smile hitched over your lips.

and then they were fake lovers....... or is it really fake......hehe. it's the seeing vi struggling and oc is like, yeah i'm gonna help that hot dyke out. that's romance. realistically it's a form of an apology for her actions but then it really does scream to the format, do it first then ask for forgiveness later. the "100-watt smile hitched over you lips" FUCK ME. that's so freaking good. i'm being so serious when the way you write has really opened up the way how i specifically write and now i need to devour your entire masterlist as quickly as possible. leaving mass reblogs one day at a time. but honestly, i love love love love. i thought i was ready for the caitlyn being caitlyn, but fr it stilled gagged me so much. but i'm very grateful in the snippets you sent me but seeing it with the entire pictures and where you placed it within the story makes me appreciate your craft even more. i'm in such fucking awe I CANT. need a box of deluxe tissues. i love this too much, gonna start SOBBING.

“Yes, yes — I’m kind of bitch. Point made,” you say, casting her a sidelong glance. She shrugs, “Then I guess I’ve got a type, so…”

okay lets roll this the fuck back. a flirty insult? OH, ITS LOVE. that's just me project but also, i am one-hundred percent correct. this is why enemies to lovers is always hit like the best fucking nut. friends to lovers can't give me the bitchy, snarky attitude with feeling starting to boil under the surface. what other trope is giving that???? yeah, that's what i thought.

“Oh… whoops,” Maddie says, letting out an embarrassed chuckle as she tries to turn away from the sight of Vi and you caught in the throes of what looks like an intense make out session, Vi’s fingers digging divots into the skin of your hips, your fingers curling in her hair.

quick side bar, but i can't tell if this maddie is genuinely sweet or if she's a traitor.....only time will tell. but damn. vi and oc are nasty as hell, getting right into it. i love them so much. horny lesbians for the wins, fucking always. they like each other sooooo much that they have to hate each other. my favs. have i said how much i love this? well, i'm saying it again. fucking masterpiece this is.

“I see this room’s taken,” she says, voice flat and dangerous. But Vi’s only response is to trail a hand up to your jaw, cupping it in her palm so she can slot her lips more comfortably against yours, letting out a satisfied hum at the way you soften into her as she sinks her teeth into you bottom lip.

THE LIP BITERJETJEJRDFMDF. IM. KELKF,RKLF,RF. YEAH. YEAH. AND YEAH. okay i'm turning into usher. this is so embarassing. but my god. you've cultivated one of the hottest makeout scenes i've ever read and i'm just happy to be alive the same times as rain, chat. this is scrumptious and everyone should be reading this. or i will haunt your entire bloodline for the rest of the forseeable

But the thought is quickly dashed by a deep groan thrumming from Vi’s chest to yours as you lean back into the kiss, running your thumb down along her neck, pressing into the fluttering pulse point just below her jaw.

oh. this got me so bad. the moaning into the kiss. chat. i'm actually dead.

“So… at that frat party… when me and Vi were… supposed to kiss? Yeah, well… we… kinda, sorta… didn’t.”

dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnn. i’ll be here, on my knees, patiently waiting for more because this is so beautiful. so breathtaking. everything i wanted and you gave us even more. an extra rain special and i will take it gladly on this sunny day. sunshine overrated anyways. but fr this is so fucking good and everyone should be shouting from the rooftops about how amazing this is. thank you for making something so vivid, it makes my depressed little ass feel so alive. beautifully crafted. i will be reading this fifty more times tonight. exquisite. yes, it’s two am. but what’s a couple more hours????? ugh. never getting over this. your vi is canon. idc what anyone else says actually. where do i end this….hm…..you’re so talented. end of discussion. for now.

─── Ⅵ CHAPTER ONE: SHUT UP AND KISS ME

violet; 4,711 words; fluff, enemies to lovers, fake dating, hockey!vi, figure skater!reader, wlw, the gays can't communicate, college parties, toxic ex!cait, impulsive!reader, drama as all living fuck, no "y/n"

summary: in which you decide to go to yet another party vi's going to be at. consequences ensue.

a/n: i know its late but its still the 30th in cali!!! enjoy the ENEMIES part of enemies to lovers!!!! <3

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─── Ⅵ IT TURNS OUT THAT Vi does, in fact, remember you. And, it also seems like she’s the type to hold a grudge.

Because three days later, when you’re running through a few off-ice warmups while the hockey team finishes up their morning practice, you distinctly hear her challenging one of her teammates to a race even as everyone else is clearing off the ice.

You groan, dropping back onto the bench and frowning as you start to lace up your skates.

“Great, now I’ve gotta skate on fucked up ice before the mid-day zamboni — really fucking great —”

“Got something you wanna say to my face, princess?”

Your eyes jerk up, and there’s Vi, standing not even a foot from you, her helmet tucked under one arm, her stick in the other, her hair a sweat-slicked mess that somehow still looks infuriatingly attractive. You narrow your eyes.

“Nope. Just… talking to myself.”

“I… don’t think so, sweetcheeks,” she says, taking a few steps forward even as you stand up. Like this, your eyes are barely level, your own skates giving you a solid few inches, but she still manages to look down at you as a smirk twists her lips.

You puff out a breath, feeling a wild thumping curling up your throat as you stare up at her, your fingertips going cold even as heat rushes into your cheeks.

“Fine,” you say, “you’re really that curious?”

Vi shrugs, “I mean, you seem to like dolling out unsolicited opinions so,” she pins you with a harsh look, “What’s another one to add to the collection, huh?”

You stiffen, and for a second, something breaks in Vi’s expression before it melds back into one of caustic curiosity. She looks like a beartrap sprung on a hair-pin trigger, her jaw clenched, her eyes hard.

“Huh, never thought you’d be such a glutton for punishment,” you say, the words dripping from you, slow as poison, and somewhere in the back of your mind, your fight or flight response is telling you that this is a bad, bad idea, but you can’t seem to stop yourself from taking half a step closer, even though Vi’s probably twice your size and can bench three times your body weight — “But then again, you did stay in a relationship with an emotionally manipulative bitch who swapped you out the second she could get her hands on someone better —”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything —!”

“Hey, hey!” A pair of large hands yanks Vi back just as she’s about to lunge towards you; another thinner pair of arms loops through yours, tugging you back a few steps.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Jayce!”

“Darling, what on earth is going on?” you turn to find Mel, her cheeks dusted in gold, her hands firm on your arms, as Jayce forcibly wrangles Vi back.

You swallow around the vitriol threatening your lips and shake your head, turning away from Vi.

“Nothing, just… I was annoyed that the hockey team always fucks up the ice after their practices —”

“Oh, you think we fuck up the ice?” Vi’s voice cracks like a gunshot in the vast rink, and several of the other girls from the hockey team have come jogging back, placing their hands on Vi’s shoulders to keep her from steamrollering into you. “You know how much precious practice time we’ve wasted filling up those massive holes you guys leave with your stupid little toe-pick jumps?”

You roll your eyes, anger flaring hot and high in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh, so sorry, didn’t know you guys could still see with the sustained brain damage you all must have from slamming into each other all the time.”

“Fuck you.”

You scoff, twisting back with a viperous smirk.

“In your wildest dreams, six.”

Vi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh… didn’t know you knew my number, princess.”

“It’s written on your face — or have all your previous hookups been so stupid they can’t even read —”

“And what kind of tomfoolery is this?”

Everyone freezes at the sound of Amara’s voice. You bite down on your lips and take a step back as the small, gray-haired woman strides through, her hands behind her back, her chin held high.

“Sorry, Amara — it’s nothing,” Jayce says, jerking Vi behind him as she tries to open her mouth to speak.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” Amara says, her words smooth as a river in spring thaw, and nearly just as frigid.

Guilt creeps up your spine as she scans over the hockey team with marked distaste.

“Perhaps I ought to let Vander know that his girls are once again causing a —”

“Don’t, Amara. It was — it was my fault.” You shake off Mel’s hands and slot yourself between Jayce and Amara, ignoring the the disbelieving snort from Vi.

Amara’s eyes land on you, and for a second, they soften. Still, she tilts her head, eyes sharp as a hawks as you twist your fingers behind your back.

“Your fault, darling?”

You nod, “Yeah, I — I was annoyed that they were carving up the ice, so I — I picked a fight —”

Amara sighs, “Yes… well, I can’t blame you, but you know it’s not good rink etiquette.”

“I know,” you say, hanging your head.

Amara tuts, “As long as you know,” she reaches up to pat your cheek before marching off towards the rink-side boxes to set up the music. Behind you, Jayce releases Vi’s arms with a sigh.

“Martyr,” Vi coughs as she shoulders passed you, flanked by a few of the hockey girls, casting dirty looks over their shoulders before disappearing into the locker rooms.

You close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and then step onto the ice.

“It was an ass thing to say.”

“As long as you know —”

“But I feel like she took it way too seriously, y’know?”

Jayce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumps down into the booth in the dining commons, shoving half an entire banana into his mouth as he pins you with a look.

“Or maybe, you can just apologize —”

You crinkle your nose, prodding at your yogurt bowl, toying with a spoonful of blueberry flavored granola.

“Can’t you just… like tell her I’m sorry or something?” you ask, pushing out your bottom lip in a signature pout. Jayce only swallows the rest of the banana before digging into a truly dauntingly sized ham and cheese sandwich.

“’m not doing your dirty work for you,” he says, his expression lighting up as Mel slides gracefully into the booth next to you, pressing a napkin into her lap.

“And what’s this about dirty work?” she asks, a teasing grin on her lips.

You sigh, “I’m asking very nicely —”

Jayce holds up a hand, “No, you’re trying to get me to apologize to Vi for you — which basically defeats the whole point of an apology.”

“No! It’s because I know you guys are like… platonic gym soulmates or — whatever —” you wave your hands through the air even as Mel laughs into her salad.

Jayce huffs, “Or,” he catches Mel’s eye, and you feel a distinct spate of unease work it’s way down your spine at the way Mel’s lips split into a devious grin.

“Or?” you prompt, setting down your spoon and sitting back, looking between the pair of them with mounting apprehension.

Mel gently places a hand on your arm, “You could just apologize to her yourself —”

“At the party this Saturday —”

“No — no way —” you put up both hands, “the last time I went to a party with you guys —”

“You got to make out with the hottest girl on the entire hockey team,” Mel soothes.

You bite your lips, eyes cutting down to your lap. You hadn’t told her. You hadn’t told anyone. So far as she and Jayce knew, the only slight against Vi you’d made is calling her ex a ‘manipulative bitch’, which — well.

“Right, and now she hates me.”

Mel sniffs, “You can’t be that bad at kissing. I refuse to believe it.”

Jayce snickers; Mel shoots him a glare. He reaches for the bag of free chips and pops it open with one hand.

“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? You offer her another kiss to make up for your little tantrum the other day?” Mel asks, flicking a thin, gold-laced braid over her shoulder.

You groan, sinking into your seat as you fold your arms over your chest, weighing the options.

You did feel bad for what you’d said. But you also tried to shield her from what you’re sure would’ve been much worse than what she’d gotten given Amara’s track record of tattling to Vander.

And then, unbidden, comes the memory of Vi’s sultry grin as she’d pinned you against the frat house door, her mouth inches from yours, the solid muscles of her torso pushing against yours as she’d leaned in and —

“— at a sorority house, so the space’ll be much nicer,” Mel promises, turning towards you again, her eyes expectant.

You blink, your mind catching up to her words a second later as you sigh.

“I — sure, fine — but I can’t stay too long. I’ve got Skate America in two weeks —”

Jayce ruffles your hair, “Yeah, so do we.”

You shove his massive arm off you with a half-hearted glare, “Yeah, but I’m not made like you guys. I can’t just literally skate into a podium. I actually have to practice.”

“Oh don’t get all shy now, little miss triple axel.”

“I’ve only landed it twice in practice, and I’m pretty sure one of them was underrotated —”

Mel shakes her head, “And there she goes again —”

“Always so humble —” Jayce adds.

You groan and bury your face in your arms, “Will you leave me alone?”

Mel laughs, “We will if you come to the party on Saturday,” she sing-songs, nudging you with her elbow.

Jayce slings an arm around your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

“And Vi’s for sure going.”

You peak up at him, “How… do you know?”

Jayce smirks, “Cause. Her ex is gonna be there.

You blink.

“Oh.”

Mel pillows her cheek on her palm, tapping her perfectly manicured nails along the table, a Cheshire-grin spread across her lips like warm butter.

“With her new girlfriend.”

You whip around towards her.

“Oh.”

This was a terrible idea, you think, as you step into the sorority house, tugging on the edge of your dress, the hem of which barely skims your mid-thigh, the modest, high-necked front contrasted with the plunging back line that settles in a graceful slope of material just above the curve of your ass.

“Quit fidgeting,” Mel says, slapping at your hand as you try once again to readjust the bottom of the dress.

“I can’t — I feel like I’m gonna flash the world — and it’s a tossup if it’s the front of the back!” you hiss, jerking the hemline of the dress down as it slowly starts to ride up your thigh again.

Mel tuts, “Please, as if this is anywhere near as short as the performance outfits that we have to wear —”

“That’s different!” you insist, reaching out to grab two cups of something and shoving one at Mel, “We’ve got tights on under those!”

Mel rolls her eyes, sniffing at the drink before making a face and dropping it off on a random surface. You take an absent sip of your own drink, gagging immediately at the taste.

“Eugh, oh god what do they put in those?” you ask, dropping your own solo cup on a table as Mel drags you through the shifting crowd.

The party’s already going in full swing, but she’d been right, the space is nicer — wider and less cramped, the ceilings high and the music less abrasive.

“Where’re we going?” you ask, even as Mel guides you towards the heart of the party and somehow manages to conjure up two glasses of what looks like champagne, handing one to you, and taking a sip of the other one herself.

“Finding Vi,” she says, to which you balk, shaking your head.

“Mel!”

She turns with an exasperated sigh, “What?”

“C-can’t we just —” you motion towards the party, “try to have a good time? I mean — maybe she’s not here — maybe she wanted to have a quiet night in —”

“Speak of the devil —” Mel’s face breaks into a grin as she spots someone over your shoulder and you whip around to see —

Caitlyn Kiramman, the veritable goddess of track and field, all dark hair and endless long legs, standing there with her new girlfriend Maddie Nolen, a cute, if slightly awkward girl, with strawberry blond hair cropped in a truly abominable bob-cut.

The room seems to part for them, Caitlyn tugging Maddie forward with their fingers laced, looking not so unlike the Queen of England, followed by her loyal procession of ginger-backed corgis.

You take a few steps back, watching them with raised brows, wondering what on earth Caitlyn might’ve seen in Maddie, given that she’d had Vi seemingly wrapped around her pinky finger just months before.

But then, you see Vi — her expression caught somewhere between hurt and barely scraped together bravado, her fists at her sides as Caitlyn also spots her, approaching with Maddie half a step behind.

“Fancy seeing you here, Violet,” Caitlyn says, her voice carrying over the crowd even as everyone tries to avert their gaze or pretend like they aren’t listening in.

Vi puffs out her chest, “Sure, yeah. Super fancy. What, d’you think I’d be banned from the sorority house or something?”

Caitlyn shrugs, “Something like that.”

Vi narrows her eyes, her knuckles going white, “Sorry cupcake, ‘fraid not even you can keep me from havin’ a good time.”

“So I see,” Caitlyn says. Maddie peers around her shoulder with wide eyes and a shy smile.

“Name’s Maddie, it’s nice to meet —”

“See you’ve already replaced me,” Vi says, folding her arms over her chest, her biceps bulging, the vein in her jaw ticking dangerously as she looks Maddie over.

Caitlyn smirks, “See you haven’t.”

Vi seems to deflate slightly at that, her arms coming loose, “Actually I —”

You find yourself moving before you can stop yourself, pushing through the gathering crowd till you can throw your arms around Vi’s neck, bowling into her with a simpering squeal of —

“Vi! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Vi’s expression morphs from one of shock to a momentary flash of suspicion as you meet her eyes and bat your lashes in what you hope is an inconspicuous way before turning towards Caitlyn and Maddie, a 100-watt smile hitched over your lips.

“Oh! And who’s this?”

Caitlyn narrows her eyes, looking you over with an imperialistic eye.

“Caitlyn — Kiramman… pleasure.”

“Oh wow! You’re the — the girl who’s really good at hurdles, right?” you say, even as Vi stifles a laugh at your side, her hand settling around your waist.

Caitlyn’s eyes harden as her lips thin into a pale line. Anyone who knows her would know that hurdles are her worst discipline, and that she’d dropped nearly every single one on her last major competition.

“And I’m Maddie… Nolen. So you must be —” Maddie reaches out, but not before Caitlyn takes your hand instead.

“The Ice Princess — our very own Olympic hopeful. Best of luck to you in the Grand Prix series this year. I heard you had something of a nasty fall early in your season last time… you oughtta be more careful this time around,” Caitlyn says, looking you up and down, even as you smile up at her, blissfully sweet and unbothered. Your cheeks are starting to hurt.

“Oh, don’t worry,” you flap your hand, crinkling your nose as you lean forward, using the motion to reach down and give Vi’s hand a soft squeeze, your eyes pinned on Caitlyn’s as you say —

“I never make the same mistake twice.”

And before she has the chance to respond, her jaw dropping open, you turn towards Vi with a bright grin, placing a palm against her chest, leaning right into her space.

“C’mon, let’s go get a drink, hm?”

“Y-yeah, princess — sure —”

You tug her away before the facade crumbles entirely, the pair of you dodging around curious eyes till you end up in the thankfully empty kitchen. Her hand pulls from yours the second you close the door behind you.

“What the hell —”

You hold up both your hands, falling back three steps to put some distance between you and her.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It — it just looked like…” you shrug, casting your eyes around the kitchen even as Vi huffs, folding her arms across her chest to lean back against the door, “It looked like you could use a hand, that’s all.”

“I didn’t need anyone to rescue me,” she snipes, her voice hardening around the edges.

You nod, “Yeah, I know. But…”

“But what?”

You swallow, turning your back to Vi as you pace around the large, marble-tiled kitchen, “I — I felt bad for — for what I said last time… so…”

You turn around just in time to catch Vi’s incredulous expression, seconds before she breaks into a sharp bark of laughter.

“Wow, my hero — my very own white-knight. Really, who needs Prince Charming when you’ve got —”

“Okay! I get it — you didn’t need saving — holy shit you don’t have to rub it in.”

You sigh, leaning up against the kitchen island, glaring down at a half-empty bottle of vodka sitting in the sink before reaching out to grab it and rummaging around for two empty shot glasses.

Vi watches you with an amused grin twitching at her lips.

Finally, you manage to find a few shot glasses tucked into the far corner of a cupboard. You stand on your tiptoes, but your fingers don’t quite reach. And a second later, a body presses solid and warm to your back as Vi’s hand reaches in to pull two of the glasses out, placing them squarely on the counter.

She shoots you a lopsided grin as you watch her expertly pull two shots from the vodka bottle and slide one towards you.

“Mazel,” she smirks, tossing it back and smacking her lips.

You eye your own shot for a second longer before squeezing your eyes shut and tossing it back as well, immediately coughing, fighting to keep your gag reflex from taking over, pressing the back of your hand to your lips.

Vi’s laughter is loud, but not unkind as she reaches out to tug the shot glass from you, setting everything back into the sink.

“So. You’re felt bad, did you?”

You groan, dropping your head into your arms.

“I mean — yeah — it was —” you take a deep breath, bracing your palms against the kitchen island, eyes fixed on where your fingertips are slowly going white, “It was a shitty thing to say.”

“Mm. Which one? Mentioning my breakup right before I was about to kiss you? Or calling my ex a manipulative bitch?”

You wince, chewing on the inside of your cheek, though when you look up, it’s to find Vi smiling.

“Either? Both? Ugh… alcohol makes me —” you gesture at your head, wiggling your fingers as Vi watches, her smile sliding from amused into indulgent, “misplace the brain-mouth barrier a bit.”

“Yeah? And uh… do you skate drunk a lot? Or was that little exposition special just for me?”

You swallow, feeling the heat of the vodka creeping back up your throat as your cheeks prickle.

“That was…” you trail off, crinkling your nose as you cast about for a plausible response, but coming up empty, you sag against the kitchen counter, throwing up your hands, “I just — I’m not the best with impulsivity, okay?”

Vi chuckles, nodding, “So… I can see — I mean, even without the shouting match at the rink, that stunt you pulled back there with Cait —” she lets out a low whistle, shaking her head, “Gotta say, princess, I’m impressed. Pretending to be my new girlfriend in front of her new girlfriend? That’s… that’s ballsy.”

You let out another groan, sliding down the side of the kitchen island to sit on the floor, pulling your knees into your chest and glaring half-heartedly at the bottom of the fridge. A second later, Vi flops down to join you, an arm propped on her knee, her eyes caught on the shape of you, your pouty lips and the slope of your nose.

“Seriously though, when you made that hurdles comment — I almost lost it —”

You break into a bright peal of laughter, head thumping back against the cupboards as Vi allows herself a chuckle.

“Yes, yes — I’m kind of bitch. Point made,” you say, casting her a sidelong glance.

She shrugs, “Then I guess I’ve got a type, so…”

You bite down on your bottom lip, mulling over her words.

“So?” you ask.

She sighs, “So. What’s next?”

You frown, “Next?”

She fixes you with an incredulous look, “Yeah. Like — what comes after you so gallantly rescuing me from my oh-so-wicked ex by announcing that we’re dating in front of half our graduating class?”

You open your mouth, gaping at her.

A second passes. Then another.

Vi stares. Then, she bangs her head so loudly against the cupboards behind you you almost jump out of your skin.

“Come on! Are you kidding?! You’re telling me you did all this without any kind of plan?” She pushes to her feet seconds before you scramble up onto yours, frowning defensively in her direction.

“I told you! I’m — I’ve got an impulse problem and impulsivity doesn’t exactly lend itself to perfect foreplaning —”

But the pair of you break off as the unmistakable sounds of voices echoes down the hallway leading towards the kitchen. And in particular one voice — low and pitched and accented.

“Fuck —” Vi swears, looking suddenly stunned, her eyes wide, her whole body going rigid, “We’ve — we’ve gotta hide or something —”

You blink at her for a brief second before huffing out a breath and reaching up to jerk her down towards you. She barely catches herself against the counter, her hands braced on either side of your hips as you hiss against her lips —

“Oh c’mon — don’t be stupid —”

“What the hell are you —”

“Just shut up and kiss me —”

The door swings open behind you and laughter pours in, though it abruptly cuts off as Caitlyn freezes in the doorway, Maddie nearly smashing into her, and Mel behind her as everyone else jostles to try and see what the hold up is.

“Oh… whoops,” Maddie says, letting out an embarrassed chuckle as she tries to turn away from the sight of Vi and you caught in the throes of what looks like an intense make out session, Vi’s fingers digging divots into the skin of your hips, your fingers curling in her hair.

You let out a tiny whimper as Vi hoists you up onto the kitchen island, slotting herself between your legs, even as Caitlyn makes an affronted noise behind you, folding her arms.

“I see this room’s taken,” she says, voice flat and dangerous.

But Vi’s only response is to trail a hand up to your jaw, cupping it in her palm so she can slot her lips more comfortably against yours, letting out a satisfied hum at the way you soften into her as she sinks her teeth into you bottom lip.

Caitlyn scoffs, rolling her eyes even as Maddie tugs her back down the hallway. Everyone else jostles back into the main room as well, giggling and gossiping about this exciting new development.

Mel, though, clears her throat as she and Jayce share a look before closing the kitchen door behind them.

“Right, that’s enough you two —” she says, to very little avail.

Because somewhere between one breath and the next, you’d lost yourself to the feeling of Vi’s lips on yours, the heady, pulsing friction of her body as she cradles you against her, the way you can still taste the remnants of that vodka shot on her tongue as she licks into your mouth.

Faintly, you wonder if this might’ve turned out differently if you’d just kept quiet on that first night and let her kiss you in that dirty frat room.

But the thought is quickly dashed by a deep groan thrumming from Vi’s chest to yours as you lean back into the kiss, running your thumb down along her neck, pressing into the fluttering pulse point just below her jaw.

A whine curls up your throat as Vi’s fingers work beneath the hem of your little black dress, teasing at the skin of your thigh.

“Hey! Earth to horny lesbians!”

You pull back with a gasp, and Vi resurfaces as well, the both of you panting, your lips separating with a sound not unlike a plunger being released from a recently blocked sink. You feel your head spin, the room pressing in around you before expanding back out, even as Vi drags the back of her hand across her mouth, stumbling back a few steps.

“W-what?”

Jayce lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“Really? That’s what got you?”

Mel sighs, rolling her eyes, “I think it’s time you explain yourselves.”

You lick your lips, hopping off the kitchen island even as Vi runs a hand over her face, her eyes strangely fractured, her cheeks dusted high with color.

“Well you were the one that said I should offer her another kiss to make up for — Vi? Where are you going?”

But Vi’s already making for the door, her shoulders hunched, her fists clenched at her sides. You take a few steps towards her but stop dead as she runs a hand through her hair.

“Sorry — I — I gotta go —” her voice is hoarse, and the look on her face when she glances over her shoulders at you — that more than anything convinces you to let her go.

You like to think that you’d seen experienced a good number of human emotions on the broad spectrum. Skating forces you to tap into a lot of them — anger, excitement, joy, sorrow, jealousy, vindication, passion.

But you’d never seen someone look so utterly broken.

“Wait, Vi —” Jayce tries to stop her but Mel places a hand on his arm, and Vi brushes passed them both, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway beyond without another word.

You sag against the kitchen island as both Mel and Jayce turn their eyes back onto you.

“Right.” Mel rounds on you even as you shrink back against the fridge, chewing on your lips.

Jayce groans, looking between you and Mel before marching over to the table and pulling up a few chairs.

“Everyone sit. If we’re gonna talk about this, we might as well be comfortable.”

You eye the chairs for a few seconds before sliding over and dropping into one of them.

Mel perches on the edge of another as Jayce leans himself against the dining table, arms folded loosely across his chest.

“So?” Mel prods.

You take a deep breath.

“So… at that frat party… when me and Vi were… supposed to kiss? Yeah, well… we… kinda, sorta… didn’t.”

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[imjellyannrvs]

𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚈

own story

There was a girl named clarisse a college student who has intoxicutiy beauty (metaphor) and clever clarisse has a friend named kimberly who always comforts her when clarisse fights with his boyfriend after there class kimberly and clarisse had a conversion

Clarisse: how the day kimberlly

Kimberlly: im fine clarisse how about you,are you not excited in this coming valentines day

Clarisse: of course I am excited are you not

Kimberlly: of course I am excited I am kuzzing with exicitement right now

Clarisse: don’t tell me you already have a boyfriend youre did not even tell me

Kimberlly: lets just say I have my secretadmirer

Clarisse: then will see you tommorow

Kimberll: okay bye

During valentine day clarisse was very excuted expect her boyfriend to give a present in the university valentines day unfolded like a symphony af love with whispers floats through the air like delicate melodies and laughter rescnaty like joyful harmoines the school have so many booths and activites (visual) and of these in the anonymous letter that can be sent to the girl making the gigle a bubbling brook light and meloduos (Auditatory) dancing through air the scent of roseswrated (oldfactory) the windows intetwing the aroma of sweet chocolate (oldfactory) creating a sensory feast for the olfaactory senses the taste of candy hearts added to a tactile richers of the hallways warmth (thermal) radiated between them like a comforty (simile) embrace complety the sensorybexperience of the enchanting day (methonomy) in the corridor kim received a anonymous present from some where the student office will be the one who will give the letter and present

Kim: why are you so sad clarisse

Clarisse:nah… im just a bit disappointed

Kim: mabye your boyfriend is to busy today

Clarisse: well lets just say the cupids arrow didn’t quite hit the mark in my boyfriend today (understatement)

Clarisse: was confused about her boy friend behavior shes thinkinh that there might something that is happening in her boyfriend because in their past years

Ryan:(herboyfriend) was always making efforts for her but he always been definsive when clarisse is asking her what wrong but kim keeps in conforting

Kim: why are not speking right now

Ryan: clarisse and I was fighting

Ryan and clarisse was breaking up because of her friend and ryan and kim has a relationship clarisse tear like a flood (hyperbole)

Clarisse you to will be full of hatred in heart but I will be become I good person even my heart broken because of you two

Clarisse was move on in her boy friend but clarisse find his true love name michael and the two was 5 years and they going to get married

[liljakonvalj]

I thought I'd start out with a brief summarization if the story. I plan to use this as a index of kind as well. (This is basically translated from the lyrics booklet because I'm not good at summarising).

Just a few notices: I've never actually seen this musical, despite having been in love with it for over 10 years, so if i get anything wrong please tell me :)

This will be based on the swedish version, and based around the official CD recording. Some songs are called different names in the CD and the musical, but I'll use the CD names here in the index and specify for each song if it does have a different name in the musical.

I'll use both the little booklet that came with the CDs and a booklet with the lyrics for audiences that was printed for the show when it was put up in Stockholm 1998.

Story act 1

We are in the 19th century and Nils has been spending the last 25 years struggling with removing rocks from his farm, Korpamoen in Småland, when one day a rock falls on him, shattering his hip and leg. He can no longer farm the land and his eldest son, Karl Oskar, who is barely of age, convinces him to sell him the farm. Karl Oskar knows having a farm is not a one man job and sets out to meet the person he has in mind (Prolog).

Kristina from Duvemåla sits on her swing and dreams of her beau, Karl Oskar. She sing about the road she knows him to walk towards her and their meeting place (Duvemåla hage). When Karl Oskar comes he tells her of his new investment and proposes to her. They wed at Duvemåla (Min lust till dig).

Karl Oskar's younger brother - Robert the dreamer - is sent off by his parents to serve as a farmhand at another, bigger, farm. During his walk to his new employer and home he stops by a brook and thinks that as the brook long for the ocean he longs for freedom in the New World (Ut mot ett hav).

The first two years go well for Kristina and Karl Oskar. But during the third year all crop is drowned in rain and the fourth year's crop is ruined by drought. It's hard to feed the growing family and Karl Oskar longs for a nation where wheat rises high on the fields, not like it is at home where he constantly has to struggle (Missväxt).

Robert comes to Karl Oskar and Kristina. His master has given him a hard beating and he wants to get his inheritance so he can leave for North America. Karl Oskar is happy to announce he too have gone with similar thoughts, but Kristina stops their plans (Nej).

Kristina's uncle Danjel holds a forbidden prayer congregation in his house (Lilla skara). They are found out by the authorities who forbid them from meeting anymore, and they forbid Danjel from preaching (Aldrig).

Food is scarce and everyone is hungry. Kristina has birthed a new baby and gathers ingredients for "christeningporridge". The eldest daughter Anna discover the porridge, however, and cannot resist eating it. Starved as she is her stomach cannot handle the abundance of food as it bloats her stomach and she dies. Kristina despairs- she cannot keep her children safe even on dry land, maybe her husband is right in that they'll fare better crossing the ocean? (Kom till mig alla)

Kristina is terrified of the journey, she's never even seen the sea before, but Karl Oskar only sees possibilities. Joining them is Danjel, his family, Ulrika the local prostitute, her illegimate daughter Elin and Arvid the farmhand (Vi öppnar alla grindar).

The trip is terrible (Bönder på havet). Kristina discover she has lice and wrongfully accuses Ulrika as the one to blame (Löss). There are horrible storms and Kristina gets very sick with scurvy. Karl Oskar despairs at her bedside, afraid of losing her (Stanna, Begravning till Sjöss).

At last the emigrants reach New York. There they see people in beautiful clothes who pays them no mind (A Sunday in Battery Park). They are given an apple and Kristina remineses over the apples at home (Hemma).

The journey continues by boat and train by many days and nights (Från New York till Stillwater). One rainy night they are left at a dock with nowhere to go, but the baptist pastor Jackson shows up and invites them all to his house. The women are amazed of how well he takes care of them, as well as a woman might (Tänk att män som han kan finnas).

They reach the lake Ki-Chi-Saga where Karl Oskar and Kristina intend to build their new home (Kamfer och lavendel). But Robert and Arvid wants to travel to California and the gold fields to find their fortune, despite Karl Oskar's reservations (Drömmen om guld). Kristina gives birth once more and tells her baby of how it won't get to experience her homeland (Min astrakan).

Act 2

Kristina seems to be alone in being homesick (Överheten) but Karl Oskar sees how she feels and show her Anna's shoes and they remind them both why they left Sweden (Ljusa kvällar om våren).

It's Christmas and Karl Oskar and the children surprise Kristina with a new iron cast stove (Präriens drottning). Guests arrive to celebrate the holiday but the party ends with a row between Karl Oskar and the trapper Nöjd about who really is the owner of the lands (Vildgräs).

Robert returns from the gold fields a broken man and tells Kristina of how he has come to grips with his destiny (Jag har förlikat mig till slut) and how he lost Arvid (Guldet blev till sand). The money Robert gave Karl Oskar turn out to be counterfeit and he becomes furious with his brother (Wild cat money). Hurt by his brothers words and sickly Robert leaves. He stops by a brook and lie down to die (Ut mot ett hav).

Ulrika has had many suitors (Vill du inte gifta dej med mej). But she tells Kristina (Ett Herrans underverk) that she has decided upon the pastor Jackson and that she'll become a baptist like him (Down to the sacred wave).

Kristina suffers a miscarriage and the doctor says if she falls pregnant again she'll die (Missfall). For the first time in her life Kristina feels her faith crumble with doubt. How can God take away her child, her native land and now her husband (Du måste finnas)? After some time (Skördefest) she overcomes her doubts and resolves to put her life in God's hands (Här har du mig igen). She falls pregnant once more (Red Iron/Kära Herre, hjälp mig trösta). The other settlers flee for their lives from the war that breaks loose (Var hör vi hemma?) But Karl Oskar and Kristina remain. They've sent for apple seeds from back home. During its fourth year the flowers manages to survive the frost and just as the fruit becomes ripe Kristina dies (I gott bevar).

[19180901]

OSHSJSHSJSHSJSHJSNSSH I’M SO HAPPY THERES A NEW NINJAGO BLOGGFGGFFEHEHDHSHSHBD

OKAY OKAY OKAY WHAT IF LLOYD AND KAI (Seperate) GIRLFRIEND IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER OF LAVA YES I KNOW ITS ALMOST LIKE KAI BUT THIS IS FANFICTION!

LIKE JANAI FROM THE DRAGON PRINCE WHENEVER SHE GETS LIKE REALLY ANGRY AND MY HOMEGIRL GOT SOME ANGER ISSUES HER ENTIRE BODY TURNS INTO LIKE LAVA TYPE OF SKIN AND THEY TRY TO CALM HER DOWN! IF YOU DONT WATCH THE DRAGON PRINCE I RECOMMEND WATCHING THIS

https://youtu.be/mIwidDvNins

JANAI STARTS TO TRANSFORM IN 01:04

OKAY SORRY FOR THE CAPS IM JUST SO EXCITED IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

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OMGAGAHSHAH IM KICKING MY FEET AND SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW RN IM SO HAPPY I NEVER THOUGHT ID ACTUALLY GET REQUESTS AND LIKES AND SHIT LIKE THAT FROM THESE?? AAAAaaa a

IDK IF I SHOULD DO HCS OR A DRABBLE SO IM JUST GONNA DO HCS!! (SEND ME ANOTHER ASK IF YOU WANTED A DRABBLE, ILL MAKE ANOTHER VERSION !!)

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⤵ YOU'RE SO UPSET WITH ME...

. . 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐕 - 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

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✣ . Kai and Lloyd (separate) x Master of Lava!fem!reader with anger issues !

➟ Lowercase intended.

➟ CW: Mild swearing, use of "princess" once. But overall it's just crack and fluff, and completely safe!

The timeline is up to you.

I didn't know if you were saying Janai had anger issues or the reader did, so I just gave the anger issues to the reader ahhajahahabba

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF THIS SM

- <3

✣ . . 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

oh boy, you were angry as fuck. and normally, he'd think he could handle your anger.

haha WRONG

girlie so mad she became lava. literally.

and he was scared. so, very, extremely scared.

you looked like you were about to wreck the whole monastery down😭

BUT kai being kai like the (adorable) dumbass he is, he thought that, as the elemental master of fire, naturally he'd be lava-proof.

lol wrong again woopsies💔

he tried to hold your hand to calm you down a bit but instantly regretted.

but once he saw you slightly calming down and lightly giggling at his absolute suffering, he had an idea.

he walked towards you to excute his stupid idea (which was doing tomfool-fucking-ries and other dumb stuff in your face to cheer you up;; which would have made you angrier), he tripped on the electro chicken thing and fell face-first on the floor.

he turned around onto his back, pain written all over his face, and groaned.

okay. well that was a fail.

but maybe not?!?@?@🤯🤯

still on the floor, he saw you, also on the floor, laughing your fucking ass off. he was about to pull out some sassy remark out of his ass when he saw that you were becoming like the usual again!

you were brushing your tears off, about to throw him some mocking comment when your breath was fucking squeezed out of your body because the mf you call your boyfriend jumped on you like some kid who met their dad again after 6 years.

"OH thank the first spinjitzu master you're not lava and angry anymore. pls don't do that again i'm sorry😞."

you couldn't do anything but just pat his head and accept his apology.

conclusion, angry y/n: -12/10 would not recommend.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✣

✣ . . 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐌. 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍 .

holy shit?? you were lava??@?

this dude had no fucking clue on what to do, or what was going on.

he is the definition of the standing emoji (🧍)

it's not that he doesn't wanna help you or anything, my boy just has no experience on the "how to calm down angry girlfriend that turns into lava without dooming yourself" field ykyk 😞

at first he thought about pouring a bucket of water on you.

but he got scared you'd turn into stone or obsidian or smth and he'd lose you forever💀

so no pouring water on lava s/o.

so instead, he did what he thought was the most reasonable and logical thing to do.

he (very carefully) sat you down on the couch (or bed, idk) and let you rant/vent about whatever or whoever made you so furious you pretty much changed the composition of your skin cells and unlocked some kind of new power or something.

you ranted and ranted, and he did nothing but listen to you ever so attentively.

once you were done, he comforted you the best he could.

"it'll be alright, you are so much better than them anyway."

"their opinion on you does not matter if it's negative "

"you're so beautiful, no one can rivalize with your beauty, princess."

"i love you so so much. <3"

"do you, by complete hazard and coincidence, have their address? i'm just gonna... pay them a nice little visit. 😇"

you love him so ofc you give it to him ha😊😊

anyway he goes to get your favorite food and once he comes back with it, you're happy again👍

he's so proud of himself for that it's so cute

and after that you both live together happily ever after and have as many kids as you want whenever you want.

the end😋

✃ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

⤴ ...BUT I'M SO OBSESSED WITH YOU!

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[mine-curse]

Im just gonna list, for no reason, a few things off the top of my head that cc!technoblade has done to intentionally nerf his character.

- He spent a good portion of the story without his weapons. Incressing difficulty on a meta level and in canon. Its also possible that he was meant to be armourless during bedrock bros era, given the conversation he has with ranboo, where he jokes about how it was gonna be a whole thing for him to get all his stuff back and ranboo is just giving him his armour.

- from the way he acts its very very likely that c!techno only has one life, and/or is unaware of the lives system. This is seen in how he uses a totem at the excution even though he would have ostensibly had three lives. He has also in character reactes with confusion or disbelief when others talk about the three lives system. As seen most recently in his convo with tubbo post ranboo death. Even if c!techno actually does have three canon lives, the cc! seems to not want to play by those rules, which introduces more tension and stakes to his story.

- cc!techno has appeared to very adamently keep a functional distinction between what he know and what his character knows, outside of jokes that don't actually have an impact on the story. And im vauging a bit here but that is not something every cc! does. Given that one of the core "weaknesses" his character has is not knowing certian things or having incomplete information this is vitally important! If you are aware of the differences between what cc!techno knows and what his character deffinatly doesnt know it makes certian reactions lend a lot of credibility to the fact that cc!techno is doing at least as good a job at roleplaying and everyone else. (For most recent example, see his reaction to learning about michael. cc!technoblade deffinatly knew about michael before that stream)

-the canon of the dsmp is a fuzzy gradient at best. There isnt always a deffinative line between "this is the ccs goofing around", "this is a story set inside the game of minecraft at that matters and is a huge factor on the narrative", and "this is a story with characters that exist in a regular fiction world that lines up more with reality than the limitations and freedoms of minecraft". And i would argue that, despite the meta jokes, and general tone of cc!technoblade's streams, when roleplaying fully "in character" he tends to treat it more like the third catagory. He's stated stuff like death messeges in the chart arent actually canon in a case where it would actually make a difference (ranboo informing the syndicate of tommy's death). And iirc he's made some attempts in the past to not consider "nametags" and the who's online list as canon. I think that one is less consistent, but i think it still stands that cc!technoblade makes a lot of effort to not metagame, to keep what his character knows consistent, and to do his best to tell a compelling story. And part of telling a compelling story is nerfing his character and putting him through trails and tribulations. And anyone who is still saying that c!techno blade has never lost anything.... well i am not sure we're watching the same content, but lots of posts have been made about that so... im not gonna go on.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Just Like Old Times| Rex

I should probably start putting like "rex x reader' so ya'll know what your reading lmao

"General! General Y/n!"

Y/n stopped in her tracks, turning her head, the sun almost gone on Coursaunt, Rex stood in the light, the doors to the Jedi Temple behind him, while the Shadow from the temple incased her and the stairs behind her.

Rex stood there, panting heavily, the news of General Y/n L/n leaving the Jedi order spread worse than wild fire and a plauge. It had gotten to the barracks within seconds of being said.

Rex had just caught her in time as she was leaving.

He had grown attached, he had grown to love Y/n , and she knew that. She knew the feelings Rex harbored for her and she harbored them as well.

They're relationship kept a secret, for a long time, and still was.

"General you don't have to leave!" Rex argued, "Please- I-"

Turning herself around fully she walked towards him, standing at the edge of the Shadow.

"Why- Tell me why!" Rex begged walking forward meeting her half way.

"Rex..." Y/n spoke reaching a hand out, carassing his cheek, " my moral code is so much more diffrent than the jedi code..."

"So that's why your leaving?" He asked, tears struggling not to fall out his eyes.

"Its wrong. The way everything is treated. Is going...its not human." Y/n responded, "nothing about the Jedi council is human."

"Then leave the council. But stay. With me." He responded hand holding her hand which carassed her cheek.

"Rex. We believe in two diffrent things." Y/n spoke with a solemn smile, "You in honor, and loyalty."

"And what? You don't believe in them?" Rex asked, "you don't believe in me?"

"I'll always believe in you." She responded rubbing his cheek with a thumb, "truth be told your the only bit of hope I have left...and- because I need to leave- I don't want to leave. But I have to...and that means...I have to leave you."

"Please. Not another one..." Rex begged, "not you...out of all people not you!"

She pulled away from him, he still gripping her hand but she pulled from it softly.

"Its just my time." Y/n spoke, "but remember. Just because Im gone. Doesnt mean Im not with you. There is always hope if you believe in that."

Rex watched her walk away, another one he loved so dearly.

Gone.

This one was diffrent. His lover gone- the one keeping him grounded for so long.

Rex somehow pushed through it. He didnt understand how but he did- and with Ashoka's return a while after he found himself looking over a little sister again.

Rex did share his pain with her, telling Ashoka of where his lover had gone and that she wasnt coming back. It was only the calm before the storm as order 66 was excuted. The two luckily escaping together by the tip of there noses.

It was finally they had to go there own ways. Rex had made his way around, running into some old friends, clone force 99, wolfee and Gregor. Maybe not all at the same time, but was happy to know that there was hope out there, meanwhile he never did forget about Y/n. He figured thats where the hope came from, the idea she was still out there. Even as he aged he contuied to remember her. Sure old with a gray beard and all.

He never knew you'd show up once more.

"Master- I can call you Master Y/n? Right?" Ezra asked as Y/n chuckled.

"Yes young one. Y/n will suffice though." Y/n smiled, even though she wasnt a Jedi, she'd atleast let him have idea of what it was like to be a Padawan.

"So. Master Y/n," Ezra spoke as Y/n sighed, this young boy was relentless, "You seemed to know Ashoka before hand did you?"

"I did." Y/n responded taking a seat across from Ezra on the Phantom, "Very well. But...I left the Jedi order."

"Why?" Ezra inquired.

"During the Clone wars, many clones were killed. They were discarded like trash. It started on Umbara. My master had sent both forces of clones against each other. The clones were like family. But they turned on the Jedi in the end," Y/n told, "I left before the order was excuted. I had left because my morals over threw my Jedi judgement. The jedi council did some bad things to some good people, and the clones were forced to excute things such as Order 66 and 37."

"Order 37?" Ezra asked.

Y/n nodded, "It was a day I knew what I was part of wasn't me. And that I'd never stand with the Republic again, thats all I wish to say about it."

Ezra frowned as Y/n crossed her arms, as the ship landed. The others getting out as Y/n rubbed her temple.

"He means no harm." Kanan told.

"I know." Y/n spoke, "i havent heard the word Master since talking to the masters at the high council."

Kanan put a hand on her shoulder as she nodded, him leaving the small ship as Y/n sat in her thoughts. She had been through a lot. Met the Bad Batch along the way, blew up one of Maul's spice ships.

She'd have to apologize for that one day-

Fought Maul, and a new character named Vader, just to realize, Vader was indeed an old friend Anakin. That devastated her even morez but somehow she was alive- maybe not well- but alive.

"They're clones!"

Y/n's entire body went into immediate action, rushing out of the phantom and pushing the boys aside as she looked up at the walker.

"General Y/n!?" Wolfee asked.

"Its General Y/n! Would you look at that!" Gregor laughed, "I knew you were still kicking! Rex! It's General Y/n!"

Y/n was frozen as she stared up at him, he had aged- but that was Rex alright.

"Well...General... it is a surpise..."

"Commander." Y/n responded smiling up at him, "you look like absolute shit."

He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck, "I guess I do don't I. Look at you!"

Y/n responded back with her own chuckle, "I suppose it just like old times huh?"

"I suppose it is."

[simpoot]

Also omg xen thats me- i can get really excuted about things and ramble a lot but i feel like im annoying the person so i apologize :') from past experiences sadly 😔😔 - 🍄

>:( ramble all you want 🍄 anon, you're honestly very interesting! Especially your toad facts. It's nice when people talk about their interests, even if I don't understand I'm just like: :D I'm happy you love this!

[littlx-songbxrd]

HEY!! We absolutely should interact more and don’t worry about it. I have Thoughts on the new project but I can’t wait for the new TSC information!! Dry anger Alistair is SO PERFECT WE DESERVE IT. Help this is making me want to write it. Just. Him breaking would be SO SATISFYING. Especially because of everyone else’s reactions.

And onto Cordelia. I see a lot of her actions as Little Sister Things. I’ve been in situations where I didn’t defend my sister because they were a friend and I overestimated what she could take, I’ve taken my sister for granted. The thing is- I was in the wrong in Each and Every One of those times. CC paints Cordelia’s actions as sympathetic and doesn’t show a realization when Cordelia NEEDED one. CHOI made the issue worse instead of better too.

Also Genya is so amazing I love your taste

HEY TOTALLY

My inbox is quite literally always open SO DROP BY WHENEVER YOU WANT!

Im also really excited, mostly im excuted to drag the tlh crumbs each monday and make theories for chot! I love making theories and such and idk, it just fills my inner detective.

PLS WRITE IT I BEG YOU HE DESERVES TO BREAK SO MUCH

out of all the tlh characters whi deserve to snap, he is DEFINETLY REALLY UP THERE

I think hes number 1 rn rip

I WANT THERE REACTIONS BECAUSE THEYVE PAINTED ALASTAIR AS A MONSTER AND I WANT HIM TO SHOW THEM WHAY HIM ANGRY AND HORRIBLE REALLY LOOKS LIKE

Exactly!! I think you put it perfectly. It isnt about Cordelia not doing wrong actions, like Cordelia is human. And a child of constant isolation who just began having friends. It makes sense for her character to try to keep everyone in her life as happy as possible because shes never had friends before! What bothers me is that her actions and disregard for Alastair

Is painted as right

As if Cordelia was right to be like "oh im sorry i still love my brother"

Its not, and specially after he admitted everything hed done and gone through

I just want a scene in chot where its painted as wrong, Cordelia NEEDS to realize she cant just keep disregarding Alastairs very real feelings

Because idk about you if my younger sister was out here making it seem loving me was this difficult-

Idk

Im just pissed at the direction the carstairs siblings are headed

GENYA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING SHE IS JUST

"I am not ruined, I am ruination"

My godess

I can never read "the taylor" short story without crying

[poptropicashitposts]

May I please hear your Mocktropica headcanons?

Absolutely!! I have quite literally hundreds but I'll try and filter them down into the most relevant ones.

Prior to the "executives" taking over, The World Wide Headquarters used to scout out bright university students from all over poptropica (especially game show island) and offer them internships working for literally, poptropica itself.

Mark Hertz was one of these interns turned full-time employees. He won Game Show Island the year after the player did with his bot 'Watson', who was the first robot (not counting the player bc they're a poptropican) to beat Holmes in DECADES. This is what made him so appealing to Billy Jordan who insisted on having him join the programming department.

Billy Jordan, Lance Pitcher and Max McPatrick were the head of their respective departments, and pretty much had a The Office vibe going on throughout the entire thing.

The island? It literally only consists of the Headquarters, the university, the dairy farm, the cheese factory, that cafe, that trench and the mountain. There is absolutely nothing else out there. (If the location existed irl, it would be smack bam in the middle of the Netherlands)

Lance Pitcher paid his way through university doing furry art commissions on devaintart in the early 2000's until he eventually found himself at The world wide Headquarters.

There is a link between The World Wide Headquarters and the time agency in Mystery of the Map!! (I forgot the name hnsggsggg pls forgive me) I know both stories present very different takes on the lore but,,, they're linked,,, and the time agency was forced to become a completely separate branch and pretty much forfeit all connection to the world wide headquaters after the incident ^tm (which may have something to do with Octavian is a rejected mc theory 😳😳😳 you guys should totally check that theory out im obsessed-)

Mark Hertz worked full-time at TWWH for about 3 months before it was bought out by the Excutives, however during those months he was pretty much used a coffee boy for the programming department. So when they offered him a uh, """promotion""" he was easily manipulated into talking it.

He sold the jet plane he won on game show island and invested ALL of the money on Mega Fighting Bots.

The Excutives are literally. 100% unironically extreme capitalist who are impossibly chaotic. I like to imagine as much as they hate each other they kinda have a found family dynamic going on,,, and that all they have is eachother,,, but the only thing they have in common is being money-driven nd that's enough for them :,)

Also Billy, Lance & Max kinda have a similar found family thing :,))) and Billy was like a father figure to Mark which is why it took the excutives convincing him that the man couldn't care less abt him to finally make the switch ("He shipped you over from game show to do what? make coffee? you're no different from the x amount of other employees to him. But that's not what we see.") when it couldn't be further from the truth.

I'm also highkey obsessed with MTBI's so my hcs for theirs are;

The Focus Tester is an ENFP, The Safety Inspector is an ISTJ, The Ad Sales Lady is an ESFJ, The Cost Cutter is an INTP, Billy Jordan is an INTJ, Lance Pitcher is an INFJ, Max McPatrick is an ISTP, and Mark Hertz is an ISFP.

Also idk if many people care but i also have many age hcs,,,

The Focus Tester is 58, The Safety Inspector is 27, The Ad Sales Lady is 38, The Cost Cutter is 30, Billy Jordan is an 55, Lance Pitcher is 34, Max McPatrick is 49, and Mark Hertz is like 22.

Steamworks Island was an abandoned project that was accidentally released and they just kinda. never did anything about it bc they wanted to see what would happen.

The Excutives don't have any ((braincells)) experience whatsoever in game development but they're HUGE weebs (especially for 80's mecha anime) which violently contrasts with literally everything else about them. ("what a great day of oppressing 99% of the population time to watch some neon genesis evangelion")

To conclude, HNAGAHSHSHAJAMSKEIJSHZGABWNEHGS I LOVE THIS ISLAND SO MUCHHH I HAD TO FORCE MYSELF TO STOP THERE. A A A A

[sendmyresignation]

hopefully im not late sooo. placebo for the band, spiders by system of a down for the song, and electra heart for the album >:)

you’re never too late nastia <33

Placebo:

Do I know them already?: yes | no

Favorite Song: ok, i’ve really only listened to their self-titled with any degree of frequency for context.... i really enjoy Bionic and Teenage Angst

Least Favourite Song: probably 36 degrees, its a little disorienting at points

Favorite Album: placebo

Least Favourite Album: do not have enough Knowledge to answer :(

Song that got me into them: nancy boy

Seen Live?: hehe no but i wish

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (i really do love everything about placebo that i’ve heard so far! I will definitely be continuing my way through their albums!)

Spiders- System of a Down:

couldn’t finish it | not my thing | it’s fine | I could get into this | ooo I like | oh hell yeah | fuck this is some good shit | there aren’t even words, this transcends words

listen i know i’ll love syad, its so completely up my ally i just haven’t sat down and listened to an album yet.... but i did really love this song- the soft, whispery start building up was So nice, the faint creepiness in the whole song.... very impressed

Electra Heart:

Opinion on cover design: it fits the album Perfectly, you know immediately what you’re getting into and it sets a stage- amazing in its functionality

Favorite song: when i was 14 it was definetly teen idle (yikes lol) but now i think its become the state of dreaming or, for nostalgia, primadonna

Least favorite song: hard choice but i think valley of the dolls has the least resonance for me

Underrated track: starring role deserves more love

Overrated track: power and control- its a great song but isn’t a standout

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (this album was like. the only thing i listened to for 4 months in seventh grade, truly one of the albums that had a deep, profound impact on me.... it’s so smartly excuted and well-written, one of my favorites)

anyway, thank you so much nastia 💞

[tangledinart]

Final Day, Rapunzel's tangled adventure Countdown, Destinies Collide (and a brief recap of the past 5 episodes)

So before I get to Destinies Collide.. I failed on writing for all the episodes since Rapunzel day one, With inktober starting, and then the double day with Mirror Mirror and Your Kidding me I just got completely thrown off for time and haven't been as involved in the Countdown as i wanted to... and unfortunately with only one hour left of the Countdown I wont be able to write anything individual for the past 5 episodes... But I will say I loved all of those episodes so much and they are all some of my favorites! I love Rapunzel Day one cause it adressed feelings and also i loved all the references, my only complaint was that it lacked new dream content that i expected... Mirror Mirror is so cool and creepy and just a great episode no complaints, Your kidding me slaughtered me with New dream parent feels and i was overwhelmed with happiness and i also had no complaints, Rapunzeltopia is epic with so much Zhan tiri stuff, my only complaint was that it was rushed and I didn't appreciate Varian being in the description and not in the episode.....and Lost and Found is my favorite normal length episode in S2... its so good I love Demantatus and seing a Eugene birthday ep and all the new dream greatness... also I SAID HEREEEEE.

So destinies collide....

I waited a really long time for a Eugene centric tentpole episode, and this episode knocked my freaking socks off. Eugene is a prince! Which i must say congratulations and how happy I still am for @darkprince-eugene for predicting it all months in advance!

So, I had mixed feelings about Eugene being a prince at first though my reaction was very positive... I feel like it was excuted very well and Edmund is literally so amazing so I think its worth it and I do partially like the clicheness of it. It just offers a lot so I like DPE. I think it was excuted well cause Eugene didn't accept it and it led him to personal conflicts after he finally felt happy with who he was. Also Eugenes solo still breaks my heart in half and crushes my soul like a grape cuz its so dang good!!! And also we found out Eugenes parents and saw baby Eugene so AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I loved With you by my side, tho for some reason I cant explain I never got super attached to that song and its not in my top songs of the series, like it may be in top 10 but idk... I love it so much its just not as good as some of the others for me and it just makes me really sad XD I watched it today and cried cuz Cass isnt gonna be in the main group this season so it hurts. Its a beautiful song with beautiful harmonies but its really sad. And I just love Everything I ever thought I knew so much its the song I waited 8 years for and it didn't disappoint... its animated beautifully, its heartbreaking, and its beautiful. Zachary Levi killed it.

Hah.. so MOONSANDRA. I still dont know how I feel about Moonsandra, she looks AWESOME! But until I know the reasoning why Cassandra did it then I can't give an opinion. If Cass had a good reason for it then I will love it but if its a poor reason then I feel like Cassandras character development will have been thrown out sooo I really hope she had a very good reason for this! (I was a little salty she stole Eugenes thunder tho, he FINALLY got that episode and Cass stole the spotlight along with the moonstone XD)

So some of my opinion on this episode greatly depends on S3? Though I love this episode it might be my favorite! Its honestly way too hard to pick out of any of the S2 tentpoles.

Lance got so many great moments in this episode, MY BOI DESERVED IT! Also the part in the gondola and he flirted with Cassandra I freaking fangirled so hard and my Lance × Cass shipping self was very happy with this episode X)

Edmund... I love Edmund so much, he is so awkward and charming and absolutely trying his best to get Eugene to like him and I love that, Im so excited for Return of the King to see them interact more!!!

The angst on this episode hit hard... i was emotional the whole time with the songs, Eugene and Rapunzel's conflict, Eugenes personal doubts, Cassandra's betrayal. IT HURT.

Yeah so I love this episode, a lot. Not only for the Eugene content I just thought it was great.

Favorite quotes: "Lance your a genius and dont ever expect me to say that again!"

"You finally got adopted!"

"These posters dont do your nose any justice..." ..."THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SCREAMING."

[ikpwecanfly]

I have this odd desire

I know it's probably sth temporary and I'll regret it the morning but....I really want season five of the magicians to be a fucked up one.

Not in the sense that it will be badly written(because thats probably what's gonna happen anyway) but in the sense that the showrunners own up to all the shit they've put their characters through and lets them free fall downhill, like:

Margo's entire drive is to get back her crown because suddenly nothing else make sense. She becomes this control freak and it starts with guilt tripping julie into helping a very depressed eliot and then she somewhow manages to make a part of the army swear death tp haer against that dark king whatever and then she gets the crown and she doesn't bother bringing back democracy and she EXCUTEs the dark king and eventually allows eliot to go on a suicidal quest because by this point she doesn't know of she can stop him and she doesn't try.

Eliot had been following her around trying to help her get their her castle back until he goes and asks alice for a way to bring q back. Aloce says maybe there's a way but 6 ppl has ever tried it and all ended up dead or similar. He goes through it after margo is safe.. margo and julia interrupt eliot and alice just before the spell, they have a heated discussion but them she lets it go.

Meanwhile, julia had been falling into a toxic relationship with a very patronising penny because she felt alome and blamed herself for q's death. That is, until the battle with the dark king where a decision has to be done for an unconscious margo to which eliot asks penny to psych her up and see what she wants (I imagine sth like her skim is burned and now she has to decide between a leather healimg speel that will deprive her her sense of touch and a less efficient spell that will leave her skin scarred. I always like to portray margo's sensuality in a respective light where it's alright for her to pick either those without her being shamed for her choice). ANYWAY, julia breaks up with penny who is really depressed (being a patronising asshole doesn't mean he didn't love her, just like him loving her doesn't mean she should stay) and oc she fails to save eliot and we end with margo telling her cruelly and almost sarcastically that she can tell someone what the roght decision is you cannot make them choose it and that she should stop blaming herself for q's death.

Alice was to scared to try the spell. It's six to six chance of ending up dead. She tries to stop eliot but he tells her he's going to do it no matter what (insert some shit about being braver and how her rarely ever promise himself anything sso when he does he has to go though it) then he tells her about the mosaic and suddenly she's jealous and doesn't mind that the first paart of the speel is to literally kill eliot im a very specififc way so he can skip over the whole trip with penny and not get attched etc etc. Oc she doesn't realize it until it's exactly too late..

Fen and josh are dead, you guessed that already didn't u.

Kady's becoming more and more like Marina the more she spends with the hedge whiches. Just because she fells purposless and there's no one to stop her and slap some sense into her.

Like, fine. You want to show us dark reality, show us dark reality. You want to fuck your characters up, don't stop halfway. You want to bring q back in season six, have him ear it. Not just in the length that eliot goes thrpught to bring him back but in the sense of seeing how those ppl who were his family end up without the one always bringing out all but the best in them. You wanna kill your main charechter, own up to it and give us payoff. Not the whole "these characters are traumatized but you almost cannot see it" bullshit.

I'll probably change my mind in the morning and wish for fluff and happy endings. But rn I'm angry and I want fire.

[anthblr]

one month until classes start. in some ways im very ready (i want structure to my day, im excuted about my classes, i want to be doing anthro again) but im also trying not to get myself preemptively stressed out....plus im starting to get anxious about my research proposal -- decisions are made "in the summer" and i tried to let myself forget until august but im starting to worry i didnt get it. and if i do get it, thats one of another million thigs on my plate this semester. i think part of the issue is being out of routine -- once im back in the dept daily i'll feel a lot better i think