#immortal sass king

[frappegoddess]

--------------------------------------

Brucie: You're the best

Alfred: Clearly.

------------------------------------

Whatever Bruce is paying Alfred, it will never be enough. Give this man a vacation and give his son some competency regarding sleep lmao.

[brothermouse-skeleton]

Reading through Arcanum Unbounded and here's what I got:

The Emperor's Soul:

Local woman is so focused on her hyper fixation (crime) that she almost forgets to take care of her basic needs (not getting murdered as part of a government cover up to hide the fact that they're pulling a "Weekend At Bernie's")

Hope of Elantris

It's so sappy. Soooooo sappy. I will fight anyone who tries to take it from me.

The Eleventh Metal

Yeah this explains a little bit about why Kelsier is like that.

Allomancer Jak And the Pits of Eltania

I can see why Wax hated being compared to this guy. He's a mess, he's mostly illiterate, he has no idea where he is or what he's doing, he is a disaster on two legs. I would definitely read a weekly article about his misadventures.

Mistborn: Secret Hystory

Kelsier is great because after getting bitch slapped so hard he saw God he:

Jumped God

Bullied God into joining his gang

Conned his way into being immortal

Sassed the man who killed him

Heist movied his way into becoming God

Conned the Devil

Jumped the Devil, did not let him join his gang

Sixth of the Dusk

I love that Dusk spends most of the story respecting nature but the moment he learns about guns he’s like “yo, you could kill every horrible monster in the word with this!” And when Vathi is all like “That would ruin the ecosystem” Dusk is like “f*ck the ecosystem and especially f*ck them monsters, I wanna live”

Edgedancer

I have been on my library’s waitlist for “The Way of Kings” for months now so this is my first look into Roshar. I like it. I want more of this feral child running around town like a greased up hog.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Not sure if you're taking requests rn- but I found ur blog and m a n I am feral for that silly monkey king😭🤌🤌

Could I ask for a male Y/N x Monkey king, and Y/N is a Kitsune who's an apothecary and he checks up on Wukong even if if it's just a scratch, and can both kick ass and match the sassy attitude <3

Love ur work, keep it up <33

Yes I am taking requests, I am always taking request, Please send more🤩🤤

(Lmk Wukong) Awwwww, aren't you the sweetest demon he's ever met, worrying about little Ole him. You know he's probably gone through way worse than the injury you're helping him with, right? Although he totally appreciates your concern and the fact that you would drop whatever you're doing to run to his aid. It's so sweet of you to be worried about him the way you do, but it's even more amazing that he gets to watch you thrash the people who beat him up in the first place.

(MKR Wukong) Hates being out Sassed, but also finds it exciting. He could never find a better fighting partner than you, especially when you look kinda hot when you spill blood. Their's also never a time when you're taking care of his injuries, and he's not blushing. Even when It's just a little splinter, deep down, he appreciates your concerns for him and his well-being.

(HIB Wukong) Honestly He feels you should worry more about the children than with him. Between Luier's scraped knees and cuts and silly girl's splinters, you'll be more occupied with their injuries. Which is probably why he blushes in an instant when you show concern and care for him and his wounds. He also finds it handy that you're fantastic in battle, too, and it's nice for somebody to have your back.

(NR Wukong) You can't tell me that this old man hasn't busted his ass really badly before. Granted, he thinks he can just shake it off or take a nap as he is a stone monkey and immortal, but he needs medical assistance sometimes, And you're kinda his best option because he would run the life alert people into the ground. Although it helps that you join him in fights and battles so he doesn't sustain so many injuries, He finds it surprising.How ferocious you are, but then again, you are a fox demon. Also, the only demon who can force him to take it easy.

(Netflix Wukong) SASSY TWINS!!!! I mean, come on, he looks like he has a smart mouth! You guys would either sass each other or team up to sass the other people. It's hilarious🤣. He also kinda whines when you run over to him. Because of whatever blemish or scratch, he'll get in his Scuffles and battles like come on, you're embarrassing him. Although he does find it nice to receive care from somebody other than Lin, but still he's fine he can walk it off. Then again, do you know how many times he hit himself in the face with his own stick, Sometimes by accident, but most of the time, the staff gets angry or tired of him.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG👨‍⚕️

[retiredkat]

Great interview with Eric Bogosian

Vulture article

Eric Bogosian Would Get Naked for Interview With the Vampire 10:31 A.M.

Daniel Molloy is a fictional two-time Pulitzer Prize winner, bullshitometer, and sass-kitten, an aging journalist holding his own among monsters while conducting the titular Q&A at the heart of Interview With the Vampire. With clear-eyed wit and a dash of human vulnerability, Eric Bogosian gives Molloy a distinctly Anthony Bourdain–ish edge infused with notes of his own acerbic Talk Radio character Barry Champlain. In Anne Rice’s book and the movie that followed, Daniel Molloy is a cub reporter trembling over his tape deck. But in Rolin Jones’s brilliant AMC adaptation, which just wrapped up its second season, this isn’t Molloy’s first twirl around the vampire hoedown. The conversation takes place 50 years after that first interview ended in blood, gore, and sexual frustration (Luke Brandon Field plays the younger Molloy in flashbacks, including this season’s standout episode five). Now Molloy’s seen it all, has a loaded past with these vamps, and when he trembles, it’s from Parkinson’s, rarely nerves. Molloy’s the audience surrogate, cutting through Louis (Jacob Anderson) and Armand’s (Assad Zaman) competing narratives while ultimately shipping Loustat just like the rest of us.

This delicate dynamic got slammed into a concrete wall and lit on fire (complimentary) in the final minutes of the season-two finale, when Molloy was revealed to have been turned into a vampire by Armand, breaking the ancient vampire’s centuries-long incel streak. And boy, is it a reveal, with a cocky Molloy, riding high on his best-selling book, whipping off his sunglasses at night to reveal color-changing eyes while doing mental walkie-talkie with Louis. He’s even got a sick leather jacket to really hammer home that he’s a cool bad-boy vampire now. It’s an incredibly fun beat to leave this character on and opens up a world of season-three possibilities for Bogosian as a performer who, at 71, has always wanted to play a vampire.

Do you know how weird it is to be hitting record on my MacBook right now to interview you about playing a character who’s always hitting record on his MacBook to interview people?

It’s all weird to me. I’m from another century, so all these things are new to me.

This is suspiciously sounding more and more like an interview with a vampire by the minute! Which makes sense, considering where we last saw Daniel in the finale.

Since we have multiple narratives and jump around in time already, I don’t know where things are going. Personally, I’d love to see more of young Daniel, Luke Brandon Field. I think he’s terrific. I’d love to see more Claudia. I wonder whether vampires can time travel. I think they can move around in time. I’m not sure how much Anne Rice you’ve read, but Merrick can actually bring people back from the dead, so you never know.

What was your relationship to the books when you signed on to this show?

In the mid-’70s, when Interview With the Vampire came out, I was 20-something and reading that stuff and I loved it. Then I got distracted by life. When we started doing the show, I was going to read the first one again, but then I realized that the script and my character were quite different, so I thought, I better stick to the script.

However, I needed to know what happened next, so I started plowing through the books and it was amazing. The Vampire Lestat was a trip — that’s what they’ll be hitting next — and they just got trippier and trippier. I just finished the seventh, which puts all the stories together. I love Anne Rice because her imagination is completely unfettered and she plays with really deep themes in a way that’s not heavy. It’s not like you’re reading Ayn Rand; it’s more like Stephen King. She explores death in the guise of these vampires by asking, Oh yeah, you wanna be immortal? Here’s what immortal looks like.

I’ve always been a big fan of vamps. I lobbied Francis Ford Coppola to get a part in his Dracula in the ’90s. I guess I wasn’t a big star, so I couldn’t get a part in it, but he was nice about it and invited me to set. I’ve told this story in other interviews, but my wife was directing a play in Chicago, which, totally by coincidence, was written by one of our first-year writers. On the plane there, I was thinking about life, thinking, I’ve done so many things. What’s left? And I thought, Man, I still really want to play a vampire. And when I landed, I got a phone call: “Do you want to be on Interview With the Vampire?” At the time, it wasn’t like, “You’re going to be a vampire,” but I figured vampire-adjacent was good enough. And of course, it evolved, and as I got on set, Assad was explaining all of these things that were going to happen with my character. Sometimes I didn’t even want to hear about it because we never know what’s going to happen. There have been slight detours off the main story, particularly with my character.

What were those things you didn’t want to hear about your character that Assad was talking about?

I become, you know, under his spell in later stories, and there’s a whole relationship that goes on between us. I’m not entirely clear at this point how that’s going to shake out or if it’s going to shake out. I didn’t necessarily want to go waltzing into something where they were making me do anything weird or awkward or embarrassing to no particular end. I’ve done nudity and stuff like that a long time ago, and at 71, I’m not really big on getting naked and sexy onscreen.

However, having been around the genius of Rolin Jones for two years, whatever he wants to do, I’ll do it. When you’re around a master like this, it becomes a process of discovery. When I’m learning my lines it’s like, Oh, this is 3-D chess. There’s a lot going on here that I didn’t see the first time I read it. When I first got this job, I thought I was just going to be doing bookends every episode, like, “So, tell me the story,” and then it would be vampires the whole time, and at the end I’d be like, “Hmmm!” And then, “stay tuned for the next episode!” But Rolin had this idea from the beginning and it went deeper and deeper until it was insane by the end of the second season.

I would prefer not to be playing cliché. Sometimes I’m playing something that feels like a lot of other things I’ve done. Even in the service of a show that is terrific, like Succession or Billions, the things I’m doing on those shows are not things I’ve never done before. As a friend of mine said when I was doing Under Siege 2 with Steven Seagal 1,000 years ago, “They just want you to do that Eric thing you do.” My stage stuff is about being very big and very loud, and a lot of the stuff I do on-camera is like in Uncut Gems, being very angry and very broad. But this thing, particularly in the fifth episode, and going into the end — I have to go places that I’ve never gone as an actor before. The subtlety of episode five, where I am brought to tears, that’s new stuff for me, and I was really happy to do it. Not only working with Rolin and the directors but with everybody. The writers bring a lot of sensitivity, a lot of nuance to every scene.

I need to ask if you’ve seen this: Someone from the writers’ room tweeted a picture of a note card that was on the wall for episode five and it just says, “MOLLOY ASKS ABOUT 1973: DID WE FUCK?”

I love that beat. As much as I’m known for my verbosity, I love reaction stuff, too. Jacob and I are very in sync, and we’ve developed a good relationship. He’s not holding back, he’s not being cagey, and that allows you to trust the other person a lot. You’d be amazed how some actors … are actually not good actors. They’re thinking about what they look like and all this crap. Jacob can’t be thinking about what he looks like because sometimes he looks really nasty. He’s letting the emotions build out of him. And yet he’s always very adept at sculpting what he’s doing. It’s a great company. I never work with Sam, I just see him all the time on set, but that scene in the courtroom, and the scene in New Orleans … where’s that shit coming from? The emotion is wild.

You all have incredible chemistry with each other, too. Knowing where your character might go with Armand, or what other buried history may or may not also be between them, how do you play that dynamic?

In scripted narratives, you’ve just got to play what the script is doing and let the audience try to figure out the rest of it. On Succession, I worked with Sarah Snook, and her character was never clear until the end. They were making it very hard to figure out what she was thinking. And I don’t know that she always knew herself what she was thinking. She was playing the script.

There are a lot of ways to look at it, and ask, What’s really going on here? Much of it is the audience putting it together. They hear the lines, they see my face, and an older actor’s face kind of has a narrative built into it. All of it gets put together, and what you don’t know becomes fodder for your imagination.

And this audience has quite the imagination.

I’ve never been through this experience before, exploring where the audience is at. I’m reading a lot of the blogs, and they make a science out of it. Rolin gives them all they can eat in terms of details and Easter eggs that are blended into the story. I think like 30 percent of our audience is really familiar with the books, so they’re constantly checking back and forth between Anne Rice’s story and ours. So far, Rolin’s been scoring pretty well in terms of being consistent with the original material.

But again, Daniel is a whole different ball of wax. The Armand thing is interesting, because it goes into all kinds of fascinating realms far away and weird. I had to get out history books and start reading about ancient Kyiv.

The fans aren’t even just pulling from the books; I’ve seen some draw comparisons from your work like Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll. They’re finding all these crazy parallels.

That I haven’t seen. The character in this show and me in real life have a lot of parallels. Just imagine young Daniel in the show, that was my life. The funny thing is when I used to write and perform these monologues, in my mind they didn’t have anything to do with me. And then last year, Andre Royo, who played Bubs on The Wire, did one of my shows, Drinking in America, onstage. This was the first time that I’ve watched my own solo show, and he did a great job. I started to understand the biographical aspects of these monologues. It isn’t until afterward that I can look at it and go, Oh right, this is about that. Rolin told me that they were always thinking of me for this role. He didn’t know me, so this was coming out of his enthusiasm for a movie I did 700 years ago, Talk Radio with Oliver Stone. That was based on a play I wrote for myself. What I write about has to do with a certain kind of narcissistic personality, which seems to be the theme of this TV show — they’re all narcissists in one way or another.

I’m fascinated by my character. In episode five, when he’s in San Francisco, he’s kind of a loser. That’s what Armand says: “You might as well die right now. Where’s your life going?” And yet Daniel has two Pulitzer Prizes by the time he’s an older guy. What is that about? I would almost not believe it except that it happened to me. I was leading a really dissolute life in the late ’70s into the early ’80s. I didn’t win a Pulitzer, but I was nominated in 1987 and continued to be, I guess, “successful.” So it makes sense that it happens to Daniel. But you can also ask, What motivates this? It’s a way of fighting against the world or maintaining your sanity.

I think I’ll continue to play with the push-pull of this guy if I continue with the show. In San Francisco, he says, “Make me a vampire.” Later in Dubai, he says, “No, I don’t want it, because I’ll outlive my children.” He’s going back and forth. Of course, what we don’t see in the last episode is how did he become a vamp? Did he say, “Yeah, I want to do it?” Or did he get drunk with Armand one night and when he wasn’t looking, he became a vampire? I guess we’ll find out.

I’m sure it’s the subject of dozens of fan fictions already.

I’ve gotten so close with Assad. We’ve enjoyed spending a lot of time with each other. But when he gets on set, he turns into a different person. That’s some evil shit going on there. The way he ends up in that last episode, kind of smashed, he put everything into that. It’s a lot of fun. I never got into this business to do anything other than make believe and pretend. I feel more whole when I’m being somebody else than when I’m my own self, so the more deeply we can pretend when we’re making the show, the more deeply we can get into all of this, the higher I get from it. And when you’ve got guys like this who are ready to fly, I want to go flying with them.

I know you said you don’t really know what’s happening next season, but I look forward to your vampire adventures.

Rolin keeps sending me notes saying we’re gonna have an amazing time when we start shooting again. I can’t wait. It’s just that there’s a whole formal process of how this goes, and I’m waiting for my engraved invitation from the King of AMC to say “welcome back.”

[stingslikeabee]

The sudden appearance of a man instead of a beast gave Melissa pause; but it lasted only for a short moment, since the queen realized how incorrect her prior assumptions had been: he was no human, and the way he spoke next accentuated the mistake the woman had made originally. Understanding that it was a different shape of the creature she had come to visit, the brunette moved forward despite the surprise clearly shown in ambar-colored eyes.

As he seemed to gaze at her with some sort of curiosity (one that was more of a predator gazing upon a possible meal than the innocent wonder of a child in relation to a pet), Melissa steeled her nerves and proceeded ahead, keen on fulfilling her self-imposed mission. As the distance reduced between them, the signs of the draconic nature of the owner of these caverns became impossibly clear: the amethyst glow above his head was almost as distracting as the scales on his torso and the horns, as well as the rather unexpected notion that he was nude.

The contrast of the several layers of fabric that covered Melissa and the single piece on the dragon made for an amusing one - but not something that the monarch's mind concentrated while listening to his words. He sounded intelligent as the texts and legends said, but much of what he said confused the woman; the nomenclature, the idea of sending armies... She had done no such a thing.

But then, for a being who claimed to have witnessed tranquility between the gods, her life was likely nothing but a blip in his radar. Inhaling deeply and coming to a halt that brought the queen into a good angle for the dragon and one which seemed to be respectful (almost as if he was the king of a foreign delegation), Melissa began by making a very deep, polite curtsy - it seemed he had taken offense to her treatment and the woman was determined to rectify it.

"I am afraid that you speak of my predecessors, my lord. My own rule is not long and I have not sent anyone here but for myself today. However, I am vexed to admit that previous monarchs have attempted such things, and information has likely been lost from one queen to the next. I do sincerely apologize if I have referred to your domains incorrectly, or failed to acknowledge the proper way to address one as yourself."

Linking hands in front of her elaborate skirts, Melissa tried to ignore the rapid thrumming of her heart or how the crown resting atop of her head felt heavy; the concerns she carried in her soul were much more important than how she personally felt about that bargain (or attempt at one, at any rate).

"I believe the name 'Daigo' was coined by a foreign beast slayer who failed at his mission but was impressed by the sheer amount of accomplishments he bore witness to in these very same caverns; something he hoped to convey in his native tongue. I am, of course, bound to use the name my lord prefers - if Kethend-Kothar is the chosen one, I will make sure it is replaced in the texts and books we have about your existence and achievements."

If any of her men were inside, escorting the queen, they would have probably eyed Melissa as if she had suddenly developed a fever; the way the monarch addressed the gem demon was the same one reserved for an equal; another ruler; the king of another land and not the beast that Solaris had come to fear and which inhabited the volcano. And yet - the dragon was clearly intelligent, even if lacking some sort of temporal awareness (something that was perfectly understandable when one was as ancient as he was).

And that was what Melissa hoped to appeal to - his cunning mind rather than bloodthirst; surely, if all Daigo (or Kethend-Kothar) wished for was the destruction of her kingdom, he would have done it long ago - he didn't lack the means. Surely, the creature needed something else; a tribute unlike any that had ever been offered.

And Melissa had a hunch - one that she was willing to bet the entire safety and future of her people on, as well as her own life.

★. ―

Magic lived in every part of this immense cavern. It was carved into the very rocks that made up the moss - covered sides and flowed through the hot, bubbling streams of water that helped keep the pool in the middle of the lair replenished. Intricate spells, some stolen and others made by the intimidating dragon who lived there, kept the inside of the place alive with soft light and ever - growing, fresh vegetation.

Currently sat in the very center of the beautiful den, surrounded by mounds of magical artifacts and glittering treasure, was the ancient beast that had created it all. An everyday beast master would be able to identify it in a heartbeat : a gem dragon, specifically of the amethyst variety, and certainly an old one. The sheer size and brawn of it said as much. That the air around it hummed with a curious energy that would make a prisoner's skin crawl suggested that it was quite the powerful monstrosity, as well.

― but for the more skilled monster classifier, this was no ordinary amethyst dragon. KETHEND - KOTHAR, the great wizard Mordenenkainen once dubbed it in the tongue of the dragon's ancestors. THE GEM DEMON.

Amethyst dragons were notoriously fickle and difficult creatures by nature. Like their fellow gem dragon subspecies, they were often called The Lost Dragons. They possessed no home with the chromatics, the children of the five - headed goddess Tiamat ; nor were they welcomed into the company of the metallics, whose allegiance laid with the wise Bahamut. Gem dragons, therefore, existed in the negative space between the two more traditional types as dragons that were not bound to a deity, moral alignment, or great plan for the world. Only their own desires.

. . . and Kethend - Kothar, as Mordenkainen remarked in his bestiaries, was known for its particularly cruel whims. This was a dragon that, by all estimation, should be content. Its lair was extravagant and tailor - made to suit it ; the hoard of riches and magical wealth it slept on could bring the continent into a golden age if it so desired ; and it had lived for several hundreds of thousands of years. Kethend - Kothar was one of very few dragons left that still remembered the world before humans, the first wars between the deities, and the fracturing of the elves' divine pantheon.

Yet, in spite of its many assumed fulfillments, Kethend - Kothar was far from satisfied with its existence. Quick to temper, stubborn, and lacking the emotional wisdom an elder of its variety should have, it passed its days in a dull fog.

The mighty amethyst dragon was half - asleep, soaking in the steaming waters at the heart of its lair, when it heard the distant sound of horses in the road. A purple eye narrowed, and the great body shuddered. Beasts of transport were naturally smart enough to stay away from dragonkind, so these animals couldn't be alone. Something thrummed to life in the dragon's chest. Excitement, perhaps, at the thought of potential entertainment. With a low growl, the feared creature left its pool.

In the shadows of its lair, it transformed from a terrifying deity to a mere man. ( almost. the shift over would never be truly perfect : patches of hard, textured skin ; slitted pupils ; black horns ; and draconic behaviors remained. ) Diamond - shaped hunks of polished amethyst levitated around his brow and horns, forming a sort of half - halo that merely hovered there. Dark purple scales decorated his breast, forearms, and calves. His hair was black, long, and heavily tangled. Dark eyes that glittered like amethyst in the right lighting blinked slowly, adjusting to the difference between dragon and human vision. The latter saw so few colors ― frankly, the world looked disgusting from this perspective. Everything was muted and seemed too close ; also, it was impossible to see past a terrifying short distance.

Eventually, the gem dragon snorted in his flesh disguise and moved forward. As he went, his fingers plucked up a silky black robe from among his treasures. He tied it absently at his waist, uncaring that this sloppy dressing left much of his torso bare ( and, with the right movements, little below it to the imagination ). Shame, especially at nudity, was not a sentiment dragons shared with humans. The sole reason he put anything on was for its enchanted properties. This piece once belonged to a wild elemental sorcerer that insisted it was her destiny to slay Kethend - Kothar, the ruination spawned from the bowels of the world ; though the dragon dismissed her, it had taken note of the delicate protective wards woven into the cloth atop her travel clothing.

The dragon - turned - human was leisurely strolling toward the front of his lair when she entered. At her call, his lips peeled back into a wicked smile. OH, THE QUEEN HERSELF ?? How amusing. A few strides more, and the man appeared from between piles of mystical artifacts and gold. He studied her oddly, unable to look at her straight - on : his features were always turned subtly to the side.

"I have heard of you," the dragon attempted in the common tongue. His accent was heavy, voice tinged with the language of the gods and his people. Draconic thickened his words and placed an unusual emphasis on the beginning of each. "Your heroes and spell - casters always spoke highly of you. They swore you would send your army to avenge their deaths, but it seems that never came to fruition. I cleaned their bones with no interruption." The dragon chuckled darkly to himself.

"You ought to know me better, YOUR MAJESTY. ' Master of these lands ' ― pitiful. I am one of the last dragons who can recall the days in which the gods lived harmoniously. The skilled wizards call me KETHEND - KOTHAR, the Gem Denom. To the elves, I am the beast that makes the darkness in caves unnerving, the disease in the earth. Your ancestors have butchered the name I was given from humans, however ; I believe, last I heard, you dubbed me DAIGO."

[akashis-waifu]

An Eternity of Mind Games with You (Aizen Sousuke x Reader)

Canon-divergence one-shot, set years after TBYW. Female reader is the Soul King, so is Aizen if you squint hard enough. Your first name is "Hana" for plot-purposes.

Tags: Domestic!Aizen with usual sass, wholesome, fluff, cringe but we embrace it. Immortal x immortal, enemies struggling with new established co-dependency. This might seem slightly out of character, but we've got Kyoka Suigetsu to blame. Contains spoilers on the ending of TBYW and CFYOW!

"Oh please, dear wife."

You raise an eyebrow at your self-proclaimed husband. The two of you have only been together for a decade as Lord and retainer — co-rulers, if you squint hard enough — after Aizen Sousuke tricked you into absorbing the Hougyoku, which apparently had long merged with his spirit. In effect, the man became a part of the Soul King and is now able to use your authority, as long as you agree to it.

In return, you get to wield one of the greatest Zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu. You see it as an absolute win, the Central 46 doesn't.

As to why Aizen insists that you two are husband and wife, he argues that "A system where a man and a woman govern together is called monarchy. And it goes without saying that a King and a Queen are married." He seems to have put the cart before the horse, a very uncharacteristic blunder for the renowned war criminal. You simply guess that the fusion might have caused him brain damage.

"I swear, I haven't used Kyoka Suigetsu for a long time. There is literally no reason for you to act delusional."

He feigns to be hurt at your words. "You are the king, I am the queen. How can we not be married?"

"It's crazy how you easily admit to being the queen now." During your ascension, you had to repeatedly remind him that the Soul King was you. If he insisted on his god-complex-driven monarchy delusion, the Queen would be him.

Aizen shrugs. "As the human saying goes, let me cook."

Chills run down your spine. Something is wrong. "Maybe I'm the delusional one."

"Took you a long time to realize."

A shattering sound awakens you. After adjusting to reality, you glare at Aizen Sousuke who has successfully swiped the two Heavenly Tickets out of your hand.

"Please stop using Kyoka Suigetsu on me."

He chuckles mockingly. "You have a funny mind, I can't help it."

You try to take the tickets from him. Those are your mode of transportation to Seireitei! "It's Rukia's inauguration today. We really need to go!"

"You can go by yourself."

"I can't leave you here alone!"

Aizen smiles. He knows that it is a matter of distrust — that he might destroy the Soul Palace in your absence — but teases you nonetheless. "What a caring wife you are."

"Is the illusion not over yet?"

"My apologies. I'm simply not in the mood to head to Seireitei today," he explains briefly, before turning around. "Feel free to go without me."

You watch with curious eyes as Aizen leaves the room. He has undoubtedly mellowed out compared to 10 years ago. Memories flash through your mind.

At the end of the war, you were supposed to absorb Yhwach, become the Soul King, and be sacrificed as the new linchpin of the Three Realms. If Aizen hadn't given you the Hougyoku that granted your divinity as the Soul King, you wouldn't have gained the authority to banish Hyosube Ichibe.

If it weren't for Aizen, you would've been mutilated into a thoughtless doll. You may not express it, but you are eternally grateful to him.

Standing at the edge of the Soul Palace, you stare at the boundless sky below. It is almost time for your departure.

"He tells me to go by myself, but he knows I hate jumping all the way down to Soul Society. He could have at least returned my ticket to me." You sigh and jump anyway.

Upon arriving at Seireitei, you use Kyoka Suigetsu to disguise yourself as a white butterfly. You dispel the Shikai after reaching the 13th Division.

"Hana-san! Ah, I mean, Soul King!" Kuchiki Rukia hastily corrects herself. She then invites you to a celebratory dinner and you spend some time with the Thirteen Court Guard Squads.

The party ends late. Rukia offers the Kuchiki residence for you to spend the night in, but you decline, worried that someone might wreak havoc in your palace if left alone for too long.

She suggests to escort you to Shiba Kuukaku's hideout, aware that you would need the cannon to return to the Soul Palace. Still, you refuse, "No no! No need. It's already late, Rukia, go to sleep. I usually disguise myself as a harmless butterfly when I go around Seireitei to avoid unnecessary attention. Don't worry!"

On the way to the hideout, you feel that you're being followed. You instantly regret declining her offer.

When Aizen finds you in the middle of Seireitei, you are already bleeding from a large cut on your torso. He rushes to your side and activates the Hougyoku to accelerate your healing. As if to laud his effort, you soon regain consciousness.

"Aizen...?" you ask, vision still blurry. "What are you doing here? I... I thought you didn't want to go."

"You're not adept at using Kyoka Suigetsu yet. An incident like this is bound to happen."

"I see," you chuckle weakly. "No wonder she saw through my disguise."

His grip on your shoulder tightens. "Who was it?"

"Candace."

"Candace?"

You cough out blood multiple times and reach out to caress his cheek, as if ready to utter your last words — which would be if he doesn't take the joke lightly.

"Can deez nuts."

Aizen deadpans. A shattering sound takes him out of his reverie, and he looks over his shoulder to see you fiddling with the tickets that he had previously hidden in his sleeves.

Of course, the whole farce was an illusion. He should've known since the Hougyoku grants instant regeneration. He sighs in annoyance. "I'd like to take the Hougyoku back. You're too insufferable."

"Is that a request for divorce?"

He smirks. "So, you acknowledge our marriage."

"Hell no!" You click your tongue, frustrated that he always has the perfect comebacks. "Can't you act normal for once? What happened to Aizen Sousuke, the war criminal?"

"You prefer that version of me?" He pushes his hair back. You aren't used to that sight since he always has his hair down when you're alone together.

You visibly cringe. "Stop doing that. What would you do if people recognized you?"

"We're using Kyoka Suigetsu. From their perspective, we are nothing but butterflies attracted to beautiful flowers basking in the moonlight."

You frown at him. "We're literally walking on concrete. Not a single flower can be found here."

"There is."

Aizen raises your chin, staring directly into your eyes. "Hana."

Too stunned to speak, you allow yourself a moment to think.

You finally understand why Aizen was so popular when he was still with the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. His strength, intellect, charisma — the sultry voice and handsome features that you will never admit to his face — he used everything at his disposal to manipulate everyone.

It will never work on you, though. Not today, nor in a million years.

You are good, he is evil. You are yang, he is yin.

You are pure, he is corrupted.

The Soul King can never let Aizen Sousuke dye Her in his color, for that would mean the end of the Three Realms.

You give him a thin smile. "Would you like the Hougyoku back? I can hand it to you now."

"Oh, you jest." Aizen feels the sudden shift in mood and lets you go. That's enough teasing, he muses to himself.

With an eternity to look forward to, he doesn't mind biding his time. You are the Soul King, the strongest, most benevolent, and most dangerous being in the Three Realms. It goes without saying that you are the greatest challenge he will ever face. It could take hundreds or thousands of years — even millions — but he knows that you will submit to him one day.

It's not a matter of if, but when.

You extend a hand at him. "Let's go home, Sousuke."

But, he has to make sure you don't win him over first.

[semisolidmind]

What would happen if readers gets angry and insults Wukong ? Or Macaque ? What would be their reactions and the consequences ?

alrighty

so let's say reader has had an awful day for whatever reason. maybe it was just a bit too hot. maybe she hurt herself while out on a walk and she's still sore. maybe she got caught up thinking about how she'll never get to go home or see her family again and how, now that she's immortal, she's going to outlive everybody and everything she's ever loved—

and in come her husbands.

so, depending on what reader ends up saying to him, wukong will either argue back (if it's just surface level sass and insults), or need to leave for a moment to cool off because he's pissed. nobody speaks to him the way reader just did, he's the fucking monkey king. but...he wouldn't want to hurt her on purpose. so after a deep breath, wukong would fly off on his cloud to go take out his anger on some unsuspecting mountains and the demons that live in them. he wouldn't come back for a while.

buuuut, once he did... he'd start indirectly trying for forgiveness. he doesn't want to be angry at reader, and at his core, he doesn't want her to be angry with him (even when she has every right to be).

if reader were to cuss out macaque...he'd laugh. he thinks it's hilarious that his sweet lil' human wife is trying to hurt his feelings. you think he hasn't heard worse? sweetheart, he's literally heard every insult there is.

after a lil back-taunting, macaque gets candid. he actually encourages reader to talk to him. was it wukong? does she want mac to go smack him upside the head for her? if reader comes clean about the reason for her distress, tells him how she misses home and mortality...macaque gets quiet. you'd think this means he's feeling empathy for reader, but– no.

no, he's just thinking of every timeline where reader isn't with him. every possible outcome that could come from her not having the monkey demon's protection. none of them are good. however, macaque has already tried explaining this to reader before, and she's insisted on being upset by the truth, so...macaque feigns understanding. he plans on cozying up to reader while he "comforts" her.

[rebeltigera]

Ok, this is just to warn you ahead of time, that this will go into info-dump territory, but this has been on my mind for a while now.

Ok, so after seeing so much of your Shadow Lord au (a big fan of it, by the way), an idea for an au. It's almost like a reverse Shadow Lord au mixed with a chaotic neutral Sun Wuklong. Basically, in this au, a little after Macaque and Wukong's falling out, while Wukong is still trapped in the mountain, Macaque, fueled by anger, somehow manages to steal all of Wukong's powers and immortality, essentially replacing Wukong as the Monkey King and leaving Wukong as essentially an average monkey with human intelligence. Because of this, the gods essentially do a switch and have Macaque gain the circlet and be the one sent on the Journey to the West. As for Wukong, he eventually escapes from the mountain. I do have one idea. Maybe they let him out for a bit to try a circlet experiment on him, only for it to go wrong, and while he gets the circlet off, he is heavily scared (classic circlet scar and scar on his face). Wukong manages to escape, and trying to escape the gods, he flees Asia and enters Europe. He eventually travels to Africa through South America and Central America and finally settles in the bayous of Louisiana near New Orleans. During his travels, Wukong learned and gained a lot of foreign magic, all of which were connected to the Earth. He also became so connected to the earth that he regained his immortality (though it, along with his magic, are only on earth, so if he leaves earth, he loses his powers and becomes mortal). His powers would include classic spell casting, plant manipulation, elemental manipulation, healing, and shape-shifting (though instead of having a golden glow, in this case, he literally melts and turns into mud and reshapes themself). Fast forward to the modern day (with MK as Macaque's student), and we have Wukong now in hiding disguised as a Vodou queen who lives in the bayou (with his pet/familiar python and raven). For his personality, it who be a mix of Dr. Facilier and Ursula, with theater-kid levels of sass, and a lot of spite.

Little feisty antagonist Wukong my beloved hah

that's for sure some character development , but i would say it's much more similar to the lmk plot than my au

[lamemaster]

Men of Arda

"But Beren laughed. ‘For little price,’ he said, ‘do Elven-kings sell their daughters: for gems, and things made by craft. But if this be your will, Thingol, I will perform it" (The Silmarillion).

Can we talk about this? The way my man clapped, it slapped everyone in the 10-mile radius. He's a scrawny man who's lost almost everything but his sass.

This is what I love about Tolkien's Men, they are in a world they do not belong in but they love it. The love power, riches, conquering, kindness.

Aragorn loved Arwen, even when there was no hope. He fought for her sake not to have her but to save the world she lived in.

Andreth loved Aegnor despite her bitterness. She loved someone beyond her mortal life. And still came to be known as a wise woman. She lived a long life for love that everyone deemed to be greater than her entirety and the loss of that greater-than-life love. Yet, Andreth loved the world enough to debate the King of Nargothrond.

Men fought the battles of Arda, despite not being the ones behind their cause. They did not destroy the lamps or the trees, they did not craft the Silmarils or the rings but Men held the courage to stand for a cause. To hold the desire for the world and its possessions.

Even the Easterlings, who fought for the dark lords did so for the small comfort that the world offered them.

Huor and Hurin sacrificed themselves for a cause their lives would never remain to see. Hurin even mentions this when talking to Turgon.

"‘Lord, we are but mortal Men, and unlike the Eldar. They may endure for long years awaiting battle with their enemies in some far distant day; but for us the time is short, and our hope and strength soon wither" (The Silmarillion)

Men in their true essence are brave even in their treachery. Maybe Elves are kind and knowledgeable and maybe Tolkien loved them greater but Men are endearing in their love for anything and everything.

And this line sums up Men for me-

"But the Men of Dor-lómin held the rearguard, as Húrin and Huor desired; for they did not wish in their hearts to leave the Northlands, and if they could not win back to their homes, there they would stand to the end." (The Silmarillion)

Even the delights of Gondolin could not fulfill what men sought. Makes me wonder if Numenorians ever sought immortality or if it was perhaps something closer to their angst for what lay ahead in their journey.

Did the Numenorians unknowingly seek the fate after death only to be misled by Sauron?

And to end with my favorite from Morgoth's Ring-

"For the hearts of true Men uprise in joy to behold the true likeness of the First-born, their elder kindred; and this joy nothing evil can counterfeit" (Morgoth's Ring)

Elves are hot and dreamy but Men are cutie patooties in Arda. The Fingolfin to Feanor (side-eying elves for all those names).

[separatist-apologist]

Who's the hottest character in acotar and why is it Elain?

10. Could convince anyone to do anything with a couple of smiles, including me (spending all my time thinking/writing about her)

9. "I hope they burn in hell" iconic line, choose to believe this is her first prophecy and those dusty bitches ARE burning in hell

8. beloved by sentient cookware and the great mother goddess herself

7. went to beg shitbag fiance to help humans and accepted break up with grace when I personally think she should have beat his ass

6. dealing with trauma through baked goods I just know she makes a fire tart

5. Kept her terrible father from sinking into a depression even when he didn't care if she + sisters were eating or not. Undeserved, but generous (see: should have beat his ass)

4. Only person who thought 14 year old Nesta seducing a prince was fucked up

3. apologized for letting Feyre take on the burden of supporting their family, can admit when she's wrong

2. snuck up on King of Hybern and stabbed him in the throat yet took none of the credit for that war winning group project

"Come find me when you're ready to begin" sassing century old immortals with a wave of her hand

[lost-and-cursed]

Was tagged by @debellatis for a 5 favorite characters challenge:

"List five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. We'll see which character of the five gets voted the most loved."

Ugh... Who are all my blorbo's once more? And roughly equal in weight at that....

Curse of remembering your blorbos and Blessing of bragging about your blorbo's be upon ya

@jorisjurgen @sapphicvalkery @sockdrawerdemon @aromantisk-fagforening @jasonmantitstodd + @minahuston (cause I know you won't participate, but I dare you to prove me wrong)

A little bit of propaganda under cut because I can

Jason Todd (on the left)

Aka child vigilante turned dead turned mob boss who decided that dead enemies are better than dead you! Very inspiring. Book nerd, very crafty, attempted to steal tires from the Batmobile when he was nine, a killer, a middle brother, snarky, caring and just very petty person.

Jaster Mereel (on the right)

Aka you like your blorbos obscure. A Mandalorian. Long dead adoptive father of Jango Fett. Supposedly nerd historian, good ruler and father, and someone who wrote a ridiculously long philosophical paper on the nature of his culture, ways to preserve it and make it true to modern times.

Tobirama Senju (on the left)

Aka one of Konoha's finders. Ridiculously competent, brilliant scientist, ruthless warrior, cold to point of awkward. Loves learning?creating jutsus and his brother, if fandom to be believed the only person who thought about infrastructure when idea of making village came up.

(yes all my blorbo's are at least supposedly nerds, how did you guess it)

Urahara Kisuke (on the right)

Brilliant sassy scientist, but make him slightly evil trashfire. A lot of brain cells, none of them are figuring out morals or socialization. Had one brilliant crush, that he followed in military assassination squad, then got his own research facilities, low-key committed attrocities, effectively invented an atomic bomb, that got stolen by the villain. Yay. He's sorry though. A little. Wasn't caught on accusations of treason and build his own lab masquerading as effectively tea shop. He also has a funny hat. And a cane! Favorite war criminal what can I say

I thought about putting here hp character next, but Hp doesn't deserve rights and I mostly hallucinate chatacters from there, so instead I gonna brag about a character that quite literally isn't translated in English.

His name is Roque Alva from Reflections of Aeterna and he's at different points High General, Warlord, Duke and something between chosen one and cursed one. He's ridiculously competent, history nerd, drunk, whore and has enough sass to fell the county. He has trust issues longer than the borders he sworn to protect. He's effectively immortal because of the curse, but everyone he even remotely cares about die around him or betray him. (He also pretty sure that's because he sold his soul to devil. He didn't. It's technically perk of being divinely ordained to be king. He doesn't want to be one). He also the only sane person in the books (saving my sanity by proxy) and has ridiculously high resonance in type of thinking and existing to mine, so he's the only character I would claim kin for, so please love him or your blorbo rotator will malfunction for three weeks ^^

[wednesday-chicken]

Felix

Felix is a nice white boy who decided to become a power-of-friendship vigilante even though he hates breaking the law. He and his friends get close to saving the world, but he gets lost in the future before he can finish. Now he's looking for his lost wife and kids while mapping the various portals popping up around the universe and befriending all the weird people he meets along the way.

#book felix

In his past he became the catalyst of a rebellion under the vigilante name "Dauntless". With a team of friends he made along the way and a good deal of identity shenanigans, they succeed in over throwing the corrupt leaders of their government and stopping a supervillain mob boss from taking over the world! Entirely unrelated to being an escaped lab experiment that was supposed to give him a superpower, Felix possesses enhanced speed, strength, reflexes, and a hyperhealing ability that makes him literally unable to die. After the revolution he becomes one of the guys rebuilding the justice system and fighting against the violent stigma against "the Talented", also gets married and has four kids. Everything is great until somehow, he suddenly finds himself teleported to the future and stranded on an entirely different planet. Determined to reunite with his family, he discovers rips in the space/time fabric of reality and has been traveling the universe for the last several decades trying to find a portal that will take him home. Along the way he meets this feral viking boy. Unlike the other people he's found displaced by rifts in time, this one refuses to go home, so he's been subtly trying to adopt him for years. This is hard because Skylar is actually older (immortal child) has insane dad issues, and a sass to match. They become best friends! When he finally gets home, he finds that his wife and kids also were (most probably) teleported to the future, so he goes right back to the wanderer's life, mapping the tears in the universe until he can find them and bring them home. Along the way he befriends the king of the fae and accidentally becomes the human ambassador to that realm. He also finds a couple other immortals that he invites to stay with him, and finds out the source of the rifts- a malicious force bent on systematically destroying the entire multiverse. They all team up to stop it!

[witch-of-the-world]

New Legends of Monkey squad meeting Lego Monkie Kid squad

(After the initial shocks of the physical differences between them, of course.)

The two Pigsies would probably bond well over their shared love of cooking and also having to babysit the rest of the group half the time.

The Sandies would get along too--I mean, anyone can get along with LMK Sandy. He'd make her tea and listen to whatever strange things came into her head.

Tripitaka would probably be a bit thrown by Tang at first--they're the most different of all the pairs, even more than the two Sandies. But they could likely end up getting along.

Monkey and Wukong would get into an ultimate sass-off lasting the entire duration of their knowing each other. Monkey laughs at the fact that Wukong called his Tripitaka "Master" and Wukong is like "How many items of immortality did you manage to get again?" This goes on for a while.

Mei is hella salty that this other group doesn't even know who Ao Lie is.

MK is just kinda hyped. He's curious about this other Monkey King but quickly decides he prefers his own. Then he just spends time with Mei so she doesn't feel left out.

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hi Sass! Hope the packing is going well :)

I saw your WIP list and was wondering what the 2 Tumblr ones were about.

Also, has there ever been a time where you've had difficulty transferring a plot point/idea into any of your fics? Like, the way you wrote it didn't turn out the same as what was inside your head the first time.

Hi!! Packing is...going as well as you'd expect. I have accumulated a lot of stuff in two years so it's kind of like...1) how the fuck am I going to pack this all away without it being ridiculous to carry down a flight of stairs and 2) why the fuck do i own so much shit

Anyways. As for the two tumblr prompts, they're both Killer and Healer mafia aus (from when I got that sudden urge to write mafia aus) that @gem2117 sent to me. She always sends me multiple prompts so I can choose whichever one I want to work with, but her prompts are always so good so I usually end up doing all of them.

The first one is where Jiang Yuelou gets assigned from his boss to take out a target and said target is Chen Yuzhi. Now for this one, I'm not really sure where I'm gonna go with it...it's gonna be a mob hit, obviously but I'm thinking that Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi are both going to be assassins or maybe Chen Yuzhi is on the run from another triad/yakuza (I do like the idea of making him yakuza/former yakuza, like I did in my fic The Past Comes Knocking). Idk, all I know is that I'm going to have Jiang Yuelou abandon his boss's orders and protect Chen Yuzhi at all cost. (And maybe Chen Yuzhi protects him in return when Jiang Yuelou's boss decides to retaliate because those who don't follow orders get snuffed).

As for the second one, that one is where Chen Yuzhi does his first kill and Jiang Yuelou comforts him. I'm thinking for this one, Chen Yuzhi might be going home and stumbles upon Jiang Yuelou being attacked (or Jiang Yuelou comes running towards him beaten and bruised) and as they're trying to escape, the people who attacked Jiang Yuelou try to attack them. Chen Yuzhi, of course, is a healer, not a fighter so he's doing his best to try and avoid getting hurt and manages to knock out one of the attackers before noticing that the other attacker is going to kill Jiang Yuelou if he doesn't do something, so he takes the knife his attacker tried to use on him and stabs the other attacker (either in the neck or in the abdomen, idk). After he does that, he feels very sick because he just took a life, that's the opposite of what a doctor's supposed to do, until he remembers that Jiang Yuelou is there and still injured. He takes the man home, bandages him up/takes care of him, all the while trying not to be sick. Cue comfort.

(It's funny, I literally had no idea what the fuck I was going to do with either of these prompts until literally this ask)

As for your other question, yes. The Red-Light District went through three different drafts (the third one being the final one that I went with). I had like...the first paragraph sort of figured out but after that it just wasn't...giving. So I actually watched a few episodes from my favorite TV "The Cleaning Lady" to give me inspiration (as I had always wanted to write a fic based on a couple of episodes from that show) and then the fic became what it is today. And I'm very happy with it.

Soul Bound was another fic that turned out differently than I had originally expected. Remember, this was the one where I thought about doing a boss/subordinate soulmate au but then I realized that I know jackshit about office work/office life so I decided to do an enemies to lovers, xianxia, inspired by The Journey of Chongzi au where Chen Yuzhi was an immortal and Jiang Yuelou was the demon king and they were soulmates and neither of them was happy about it.

I'll Be There For You was also another fic that turned out differently. I had started writing the outline one way and I was like...no, I don't like that. And then I scraped the outline and wrote a whole new one, which was much better.

I'm sure I have other fics that I could think of, but these are just the four off the top of my head that I know were different originally in my head than on the page.

[decimatlas]

CHARON ; i have seen the fall of babylon – i have drunk the blood of kings.

Under the 'read more' is a bio for my portrayal of Charon, ferryman of the River Styx. He is not based on any one source of mythos; rather, he is an amalgamation of myths, plus my own personal interpretation of his role in the afterlife.

BASICS

NAME. Charon KNOWN AS. The Ferryman BIRTHDAY. None AGE. Ageless (immortal entity as old as time itself) PRONOUNS. Commonly referred to by he/him (preferred) SEXUALITY. Grey/bisexual SPECIES. Psychopomp RESIDENCE. The River Styx, Underworld

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE / HUMAN FORM

HEIGHT. 6' (183 cm) WEIGHT. 165 lbs (75 kg) HAIR. Dirty blonde EYES. Green BUILD. Athletic FACE CLAIM. Alex Saxon

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE / TRUE FORM

HEIGHT. 12' (366 cm) WEIGHT. Weightless DESCRIPTION. Daunting, hooded figure, resembling a Reaper. When he chooses to show a face, it resembles a skeleton – but often, under his hood is mere void.

PERSONALITY

MBTI. ISFJ-A (The Defender) ENNEAGRAM. Type Five (The Investigator) ALIGNMENT. True Neutral

Time means nothing to him; he exists outside of it – but he is aware how long he has been here, aware of how long he has been doing this. Because of that, Charon is often very wise and insightful, but will talk back (and even give some sass) to those who do not treat him with respect. He shows his human form to those he does not seek to strike fear into – those he feels will respect him on their journey together. However, he will not shy away from showing his true form to those who do not show reverence to him or his role. His voice, once kinder sounding in his human form, will become disembodied, will lose every shred of humanity within it. He is always kind – but he demands respect. He will only show his true form to those he intends – though he can ferry multiple people at a time, this does not mean every soul will see Charon's true form. They see what he wishes for them to see.

To those he could consider friends or acquaintances – though they are few and far between – Charon has a bit of a sense of humor. He has no stake in politics in any realm. His job is necessary, required. He is the only one who can carry the role out.

So, he can afford to have a bit of an attitude.

ABILITIES

Empathic abilities – though Charon cannot see into the past, he can feel the type of person he ferries across the Styx. He can feel their anguish, their grief; he can feel if they were satisfied with the life they led. Oftentimes, he does not comment on it. But sometimes, he'll strike up conversation about the life a soul led on Earth, if they are within his proximity.

LORE / art credit.

Psychopomp, Ferryman – Charon sails the River Styx. Bridge between worlds – Earth and afterlife, Underworld, Hell… countless other realms. He knows where you belong. He can feel the remnants of the life you led.

There is much debate on what happens after death – and Charon knows the answer. You go where you believe, wherever that may be. He will take you there. Charon will guide you, ferry you to your destination.

His boat changes form, depending on who he ferries over. Sometimes, he takes a single soul in a small boat; other times, he takes countless souls on a barge. It's typically the latter, contrary to mythos. After all, countless souls enter the Underworld at any given time. Being tasked to ferry a single soul is rarer, but it nevertheless happens at times.

The River Styx connects many realms (Hell, the Underworld, Purgatory, etc.), and Charon is the guide between them all. One cannot cross from one realm to another without him. Many never leave their realm once they are transported over – but there are some wanderers, some who walk amongst the dead.

Outside of his role, not much is known of the psychopomp. He's a lonely entity, sentenced to float on the River Styx for all eternity – to be a bridge but never have a place to call home.

Note: paying the toll is unnecessary these days – but nevertheless appreciated. Tip your Captain.

[akatix]

The Dunia Big Three.

A horse, a "man", and a hyena? Very different brands of chaos, but chaotic nonetheless.

Saliq - immortal steed with enough sass to master his master

Rassa - Immortal Sphynx mascaraing poorly as an average joe. His horse is made of sass and he's on a mission to keep an idiot from destroying everyone.

Ryder - Said idiot - Just can't wait to be king; up until her mom dies and suddenly she's it and snags an ancient power in her panic to keep control. Doesn't even know the meaning of the word anymore.