#muse: ivy

[chaosandcrimson]

Ivy Moreau: Character Inspirations

Veronica Sawyer from Heathers Nona from Death Parade Jyn Erso from Star Wars

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

Has any of the more weight conscious women of this blog ever considered going on a diet?

(Oh, absolutely!!!! The main ones that come to mind are Mercy, Widow, and Ivy.

Mercy used to be extremely self-conscious about her body, she tried her hardest to stick to a proper diet, she tried to exercise, she did everything she could, but in the end she was just too much of a stress eater. Seeing herself get chunkier and the lack of time to exercise made her even more stressed, which caused her to snack more, ending in a constant chunk up cycle. Thankfully, she has learned to really love her body!

Widow wasn't as serious with her attempts. She mostly finds it annoying, especially since she knows her weight gain is 100% Moira's doing, which meant she ended up trying to get back into shape somehow, just to mess with her plans. In the end, this lead her to giving Tracer a call to help her and others with her diet, and, well... We all know how that ended up. Right now she doesn't really care about her weight, but still gets quite annoyed when someone points her out.

Ivy hasn't gotten that big, but even that small amount of chub is quite shocking in her eyes. She's a princess, she can't be seen with a doughy body, so she has asked for help with her portions and diet. That being said, she can't let the Divine one ruin her body with all the food offerings she's giving, so she has no option than to eat them all)

[paragonofvirtue]

@themxtleycrew continued from here

Ivy always enjoyed Citrinne's company when the two weren't busy with duties. At first today's interaction seemed to be the usual formality with the curtsy and kiss planted on her hand. But it wasn't long until the two were alone, and Ivy found herself receiving a kiss to her lips from the caring noble.

"No, I quite enjoyed the kiss. Though, I definitely won't complain if you'd like to give me more than just one."

[virtuousfuta]

@lxwerdxcks continued from here

“It’s quite alright Citrinne. It was a bit of an impromptu moment, and I’m quite glad that both of us benefitted from it.” Ivy answered with a small smile as she walked alongside the other. “Joining you in the showers would be delightful, since it’d be best to get changed and washed to rid us of the sweat we’ve soaked ourselves in.” She accepted with a nod, and soon enough they were both using the same stall, and apparently washing up from their workout wasn’t the only thing on their minds.

As Ivy’s aroused member poked against Citrinne’s womanhood while Citrinne’s back was pressed against the wall. Her gaze had a subtle burning of heated passion behind her ears. Her small smile growing into one of lust and playfulness. “May I enter?” She asked.

[of-invisible-ties]

@tomestobetold​ II Starter Call II @ Zelkov! 

Usually, Ivy didn’t appreciate how easily Zelkov got the jump on her. The man blended with the shadows as easily as he *breathed.* But here, on the snowy battlefield that would soon be her tomb, his oddness was comforting. He got to startle her one last time, and she’d embrace it. 

Even if she survived the battle, her life was over anyway. 

“Zelkov ... you needn’t stay here if you do not wish to.”

She’d extended the same offer to Kagetsu. It was only fair to give it to Zelkov, too. 

“They intend to take my life, but you may still keep yours if you flee.”

“I will not hate you if you choose to depart. I understand.”

[paragonoflust]

@sinknightreborn continued from here

"Ivy, you have fun today?" Alear smiled, and the divine dragon was completely nude. Something Alear didn't mention. She had been told she was allowed to be completely nude by some of the others. So Alear had no issue tossing off everyone, and wandering around nude.

Ivy cleared her throat when she saw that the divine dragon had been wandering around the castle nude. Though, she heard something similar about today being a special holiday. Where clothes weren't required for anyone to wear. The princess herself was completely bare, same as Alear. "I am, so far anyway. Would you like to have some fun together?"

[decadent-dc]

“Making sure to water them once a day and plucking any weeds.” Anon clarified. “Although at this point I think I just grew them from a batch of bad seeds, but hey, at least they���re growing at all which is better than nothing.” They shrugged, trying to keep positive.

"They sound happy with your treatment as well. I think you might be right about the batch. But they are healthy in themselves, they will just be slightly smaller than the average carrot. Still perfect for eating, or adorning snowmen, given the time of year." Ivy replied.

"Though if you wish, I can help correct the flaw, though it could cause them to grow considerably larger, so you may need new space."

[anime-bxuty]

"beauty booty" From Lumera to Ivy

beauty bout/still accepting

"Oh my, the Divine Dragon herself saying my booty is beautiful. I don't expect such praise from you, Lady Lumera," Ivy blushed hearing that comment from Lumera.

[darksidefuta]

@lewdrpggirlsxxx asked for an Ivy starter

Ivy blinked a couple of times as the other woman's presence, or perhaps existence in general gave her pause. If only for a brief moment, her mind needed to process something. "...Quite strange yet fascinating indeed. I've heard of other worlds and timelines aside from my own, but I still didn't consider that one of them would be home to another variation of Byleth."

[mysteriousxgirls]

Ivy stood there, unmoving, her pale hands clenched at her sides. She had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times, but nothing could prepare her for the way Dominic’s words cut through her.

“That’s not fair,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. Her chocolate brown eyes glistened with tears- “I didn’t ask for this, Dominic. I didn’t choose it. They took that choice from me. Just like they took you.”

She stepped forward, closing the space between them, though his glare made her feel as though she were standing at the edge of a cliff. “You think I wanted to be one of them? You think I wanted to become the thing you hate most?” Her voice cracked, and she pressed on, softer now. “But here I am. Still me. Still the person who loved you before... and loves you even now.”

Ivy’s voice dropped to a whisper, the words trembling in the air between them. “I didn’t come here to beg for your forgiveness, or for us to go back to what we were. I came because I can’t stand the thought of you hating me for something I couldn’t stop.”

Her hand hovered near his, but she didn’t touch him. She didn’t dare. “If you can’t look at me without seeing a monster, then say it, Dominic. Say it, and I’ll walk away. But don’t tell me we’re in the past if you’re still standing here, fighting yourself to push me away.”

Her gaze locked with his, pleading and defiant all at once. “Tell me the truth. If you really want me gone, I’ll go. But if there’s even a part of you that still sees me, not just what I’ve become… then stop running and tell me that, too.”

muse: dominic rookwood [ immortal vampire hunter ] open to: m only / muses of color to the front! plot: your muse is/was dominic's lover, but tragedy struck when another vampire, seeking revenge, kidnapped, tortured, and ultimately turned him. now, dominic is torn between his deep-seated hatred for vampires and his love for your muse. struggling to reconcile these conflicting emotions, he has distanced himself and left your muse alone for a while. your muse has finally decided to confront him about it, and we can take the story from there!

The Rookwoods had sworn to save humanity by eradicating vampires, a mission that had been ingrained in their bloodline for generations. Being a hunter was Dominic’s birthright, his purpose, and the only thing he had ever truly loved. Immortality and strength were gifts bestowed upon his family to help them protect and fight, and the last thing Dominic had ever imagined, or wanted, was to love one of them.

Monsters. Predators. Beasts.

They had called him an animal, too, but nothing ever shook Dominic’s conviction that he was on the side of righteousness, battling evil and saving lives. Betraying that legacy was unthinkable. Even as he discovered he could love another person, he knew he could never truly be with a vampire. That immutable truth haunted him now, fueling the frustration and pain surging through his rippling body.

His jaw clenched, large fists tightening as he glowered harshly at his former lover, a storm of emotions flashing behind his crimson-streaked eyes. Part of him couldn’t understand why he’d even let them through the door. Deep down, he’d been grappling with the horrifying thought that he might have to kill someone he once believed he couldn’t live without. It was twisted, cruel, and utterly unbearable, but it was the life the fates had written for him----- harsh and unrelenting.

“They did this to you,” Dominic snapped, his voice low and jagged, every word scraping like broken glass. “They made you this way. This is what they do----- prey on others, take everything... and now, you're one of them.” His chest heaved with the force of his pounding heart, threatening to shatter beneath the weight of it all. “I----- I can’t help you.”

Each word dripped with pain as he forced himself to continue. “You shouldn’t be here. What we had... it’s in the past now.”

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

(She would do anything for the Divine one even eat all her junk food)

[libraryofgage]

Harlequin Prince (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two (you're here!) 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen ClarisseRenaldi One | Two

This part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner than I originally planned!

If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Ironically, even tho the post says about a week of turn around, I get so excited that somebody wants to line jump that I just write it immediately lmao

Steve finally gets a good fight in this one, but it ends way too soon the poor boy. Either way, he also gets to meet some of the party!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Steve knew his dad wasn't in the picture, but he never knew why. He never asked, but he started to get this horrible feeling after a while. Harley Quinn's past was well known to Steve, her previous...associate and her relationship with him isn't exactly a secret, no matter how much his mother tried to keep them from him. She couldn't protect him at school, and she couldn't protect him from hearing people talking on the streets.

So, yeah, from the age of nine, Steve walked around with this horrendous knowledge in his gut, a knowledge that he wanted to think was just him being paranoid. But it wasn't. He knew it wasn't. He just couldn't admit that to himself, and he couldn't ask his mother because he didn't want to send her down that particular lane of memories. So it festered, and Steve pretended it didn't exist at all.

Until, that is, his 13th birthday. It was held at Uncle Bruce's mansion because his mother wanted to go all out. It was as much a celebration for her (a full three years without getting sent to Arkham!) as it was for him (managing to stay alive for 13 years in Gotham with Harley Quinn for a mother). Steve hadn't minded, either, especially when he saw the absolute joy she had when picking out the hugest bounce-house she could find with Uncle Bruce's sleek black credit card.

The party was catered by Steve's favorite Indian restaurant, the guests were limited to immediate friends and family, the bounce-house was extra bouncy, and a table was practically buckling under the weight of the gifts piled on top of it. It was, by far, Steve's best birthday, surpassing even the one he spent in Arkham after letting Poison Ivy out of her cell.

"Hey, Dumplin'!" his mother shouted, waving at him from the top of the bounce house she'd managed to climb. When Steve looked at her, she grinned even brighter and jumped, launching off turrets and rolling down sloped walls before landing on her feet on the ground. "Let's get to them presents!"

Steve laughed, looked at the table eagerly, and nodded. Her grin somehow getting wider, Harley turned, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted, "GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR, EVERYONE! STEVIE'S OPENIN' PRESENTS!"

Soon enough, Steve was standing in front of the table, surrounded by everyone, and not at all sure where to start with the mountain of presents. "You should open mine first," Jason said, grinning as he gestured to a bike-shaped package.

It was, in fact, a bike. A motorcycle, specifically, with a red and black helmet and the promise of lessons from Jason whenever he wanted. Steve loved it immediately and ignored Uncle Bruce muttering about driving laws and how Steve couldn't operate any motorized vehicle until he was fifteen. "Well," he said, "as long as I don't get caught by Batman, who's gonna know?"

That had earned him a laugh and his mother's hand ruffling his hair. "Go on, Dumplin', choose another."

Dick got him a literal outfit's worth of Wonder Woman merch, accessories included, that made Bruce look ready to pop a blood vessel. Tim gave him small tracking pins and a hacked handheld game console to watch the trackers with the promise of free upgrades anytime he wanted. Damien gave him daggers since he "wasn't good enough for real swords, but everyone should have a blade" on them, just in case. Cass, Steph, and Barbara pooled their skills together (and Alfred, they borrowed Alfred a lot) to make him an Unofficial Robin costume, complete with shorts only slightly less scandalous than Dick's original costume.

Bruce, when he finally stopped glaring at the three of them, gave Steve a fingerprint panic button shaped like a bat and easily attached to a key ring. "For emergencies, Steve," he said, "Just hold your thumb to it for three seconds."

"This is perfect for the next time we run out of ice cream," Steve said, grinning as he attached it to his key chain.

"Emergencies."

"Oh. So if we run out of mint chip, specifically. Got it."

Bruce merely sighed and let him return to opening gifts.

Alfred gave him a tin of homemade cookies that Steve immediately had to protect from the others. Poison Ivy gave him a Venus flytrap and the promise to help him grow it properly. Selina couldn't be there, but Bruce passed along her gift: a pair of goggles Bruce had handed over with a sigh and quiet request for him to use them responsibly.

Steve opened Duke's present last, eyes widening at the red leather jacket. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, holding it up as he looked at Duke.

"You're gonna be a troublemaker, Steve," Duke said. "Might as well make sure you're bulletproof for it."

Steve grinned wider and pulled on the jacket, swimming in the leather but eager to grow into it all the same.

There was nothing from his mother in the pile, but Steve figured the party itself was his present since she'd done all the planning. When she pulled him away to a secluded room in the manor after they'd all had cake, Steve realized it was just because she didn't want to share this moment with anyone.

She smiled at him, reaching up and gently tucking a few strands of hair behind Steve's ears. "You grew up so fast, Dumplin'," she said, sighing softly.

"Ivy says I'm like a weed."

"Ives is right," Harley said, nodding once before looking away. "Okay, ready for your present?"

"Wasn't the party my present?"

"No, no, Dumplin'. The party was for fun," she said, grinning as she reached behind her and pulled a comically-large mallet from seemingly nowhere. "This is your present."

Steve blinked, leaning over to look around Harley. "Where'd that even come from?" he asked.

"Jester Logic, Dumplin'. Don't worry about it. I'll teach you the trick later," she promised, holding the mallet out to Steve with an expectant expression.

When Steve took it, the weight threw him off. He frowned, shifted his grip, and suddenly had no problem holding it up. He took a closer look, noting the scratches and marks on the mallet and the faded paint. "This was yours," he said.

"Yeah, it was."

"I've never seen it before."

Harley sighed, tugging on one of her pigtails with a slight frown. "Yeah, well, I wasn't exactly a great person when I used it, Dumplin'. Tried to forget about that Harley and all," she explained.

"Then why give it to me?"

Harley looked back at Steve and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Cuz you're so much better than me," she said. "I think you'll do some great things, Dumplin', and maybe all the good you do will erase most of the bad this mallet's got."

Her words were so serious, her smile was so bittersweet, and she looked ready to cry and deny it. This was the closest he'd ever gotten to learning about her past straight from the source, a past he knew about it, a past that involved a certain person that haunts Steve's mind with terrifying potential. Suddenly, he had to know.

Steve didn't really think before blurting out, "Is the Joker my father?"

Harley froze, her shoulders tensing and her eyes widening as she stared at Steve. "You don't got a father, Dumplin'," she finally said, her voice quiet and her expression conflicted.

"Fine. Was he the sperm donor?"

With a sigh, Harley stepped closer and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders. "I won't lie," she said. "He is, but that don't mean a thing. His crazy ain't hereditary, Dumplin', and he's never gettin' anywhere near you."

"Does...does he know?" Steve whispered, "About me, I mean."

"It don't matter," Harley said, her voice firm and her eyes more serious than Steve had ever seen them. "I'll kill him before he gets near ya. Ives will kill him. Hell, Brucie wil---no, wait, he's got those pesky morals. Fine, Jason will kill him before he gets near ya. Actually, Jason'd kill him anyway, but the excuse will be good if Brucie scolds him for it."

Steve couldn't help laughing at that, feeling a little lighter when his mother smiled back at him. When his laughter trickled to nothing more than a smile, he asked, "Then, was I the reason you left?"

Harley nodded and gently tugged Steve into her arms, holding him to her and cradling the back of his head. "Yeah, you were," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I was excited to tell 'im when I learned about you, but then I heard him talking to some goons. He was laughin' about running a kid over, breakin' their legs, and I realized...you wouldn't be special to him. You'd've been like his goons, all expendable and not even worth a glance. I couldn't put you through that, and I couldn't put me through it, either. So, I got us out the only way I knew how."

"By finding Uncle Bruce," Steve said.

He felt her nod. "By finding Brucie," she agreed. "He tried to deny bein' the Bat and all, but your mama ain't dumb, Dumplin'. I'd done my homework, and the butts matched. Once I explained it all, once I told him about you, he agreed to help."

Steve nodded, listening to his mother's heart beating against his ear. He glances down at the mallet again, tightens his grip, and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he said, "for the gift and for telling me. I'll do good with it, I promise."

"That's my boy," Harley said, pulling back and ruffling his hair. "Now, lemme explain that Jester Logic to ya."

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Hawkins remains boring even after meeting Eddie. After all, Eddie's in high school (his second attempt at senior year, apparently), and Steve...isn't. He should be, probably, but there's no way he's stepping one foot in that suburban nightmare of a building. He can feel the normalcy, the utter boredom, oozing from the place, and he'd rather not subject himself to that.

So, he spends his day wandering around Hawkins, getting a feel for the little town until he could navigate the place blindfolded. He can do the same in Gotham, but it's more impressive there with the winding streets and sprawling sidewalks. Here, it's nothing special.

The most interesting part of his day is when he's sitting on the roof of a video store, one leg dangling over the edge with the other pulled to his chest so he can rest his arm on his knee. He's about halfway through a cigarette when a cop car pulls into the lot and a middle-aged man steps out.

He looks up at Steve, frowning as he calls up, "You shouldn't be there, son."

"I ain't your son," he calls back, grinning as he takes another drag and blows smoke out as the guy rests his hands on his belt. It reminds him so much of Gotham PD rookies trying to posture that Steve can't help laughing. "Is that supposed to intimidate me?"

"I'm serious, kid," the cop says, apparently ignoring Steve's question. "It's dangerous up there. If you don't come down, I'm gonna have to call the Fire Department to bring the ladder."

Steve sighs and puts his cigarette out on the roof. He gets up, stretches his arms above his head, and stands on the ledge of the roof. He grins at the cop, casually stepping into empty air and hearing the guy shout as he falls. He lands in a crouch on the awning over the door, swings to hang from it, and lands on his feet on the sidewalk.

It wasn't even much of a fall, but the cop looks like he's about to have a heart attack. Steve glances at the badge on his chest. "We done now, Officer Hopper?" he asks.

"Don't do that again," Hopper says, pointing a finger at Steve, "Or I will drag your ass to the station and call your parents."

Steve snorts, doing his best to hold his smile back. "I'll keep that in mind, sir," he says, giving a mocking two-finger salute before turning on his heels and walking down the street.

After a few blocks, he veers off into the forest, figuring he'll wander around the trees for a while before going to the Hideout to bother Bev and stare at Eddie and quietly pray someone else is gonna look for a fight.

Did he mention Hawkins is boring? Because it's fucking boring.

Steve sighs, kicking a stick as he shoves his hands into his jacket. He idly notes the forest is healthy. Sure, a few pieces of litter are strewn around, but it's not as bad as the parks in Gotham can get. Poison Ivy would find this place barely passable, which is hard to manage, and he's tempted to call her when he gets home to tell her about it.

He hums softly as he walks, enjoying the sounds of the forest until they just...stop.

The entire forest falls silent, which is weird; forests are too full of life to go silent. Even the bugs seem to have frozen in place, too scared to risk making a sound by moving. Steve stops, looking around him with a frown and trying to figure out what's caused this.

He gets the answer a second later when he hears a scream. The voice sounds young and cracks slightly, so it definitely belongs to a child. Despite himself, Steve can't help grinning as he takes off in the direction of the scream.

This is the most exciting thing to happen in the four weeks he's been stuck in Hawkins. As he runs through trees and easily jumps over bushes to take the shortest path, he makes guesses on what he'll find. Maybe Hawkins has a villain that's only now showing up. Maybe the town has a secret alligator or something that's decided to have a midday snack. Hell, maybe someone just decided to be a dick today.

He realizes every guess is wrong when he slides into a clearing to see a few kids (two boys, one girl) surrounded by some weird dog-looking...things. They have heads but no faces, crouched low to the ground and growling at the kids they've cornered. There's around ten of them, which would normally make Steve hesitate, but he's so desperate at this point for a real fight that he doesn't care.

Instead, he reaches over his shoulder, thinks about how fucking hilarious it's gonna be to jump out of nowhere with a giant mallet, and grips the handle as he swings it over his shoulder. "Hey, monster mutts!" he shouts, grinning when all the monsters and the kids finally notice him. "Let's play."

Pure, unfiltered joy rushes through him when the first monster-dog jumps at him. Steve's eyes are bright and his grin is positively feral as he swings the mallet and sends it flying into a tree. He roundhouse kicks another dog, using the momentum to bring his foot down on the head of a third before smashing its body with the mallet.

"Are you insane?!" one of the kids shouts.

"Certifiably!" he shouts back, watching as another monster-dog jumps at him. He waits for the perfect moment to back flip, bringing his feet under the dog to send it flying. He brings the mallet up as he lands, clocking another monster under the jaw. It yelps, crashing into another dog.

"Where'd this guy even come from?" the girl asks, turning to look at the boys with her.

"I don't know, but I'm happy to let him deal with the demodogs."

Oh. That's what they're called. Steve hums softly at the name, grinning as he twirls the mallet and swings with all his strength at one of the demodog. He rests the mallet on his shoulder like a baseball bat, watching the demodog arch in the air with an appreciative whistle. "Solid air," he says, nodding once before looking at the remaining demodogs.

There's only three, the others scattered in the clearing. He can't tell if they're dead or not, but he could always smash them to mush when he's done. Steve grins at the remaining dogs. "C'mon, then," he says, only to be filled with disappointment when they creep back, turn heel, and run.

"Damn, that's no fun," Steve says, sighing as he rests the mallet on the ground and leans on the handle. He looks at the kids. "You guys okay?"

The girl has orange hair pulled back into a messy braid. She's staring at him like he's got two heads but is kind of impressed by it. One of the boys has curly hair being smothered by his hat, and the other is wearing a basketball jersey. They're also staring at Steve like he's crazy. "Dude," the curly-haired one says, "that was awesome!"

"Where'd you get that mallet from?" the girl asks.

"Jester Logic," Steve explains, shrugging as he picks the mallet up and walks over. "Wanna hold it?"

When the girl lights up, he passes the mallet to her, snorting when she immediately staggers under its weight. "How do you hold this so easily?"

"Jester Logic. Again. It's funnier when other people find it heavy."

"That makes no sense," basketball jersey says.

"Who are you?" curly hair asks.

"Steve. Moved here recently. What about y'all?"

"Dustin," curly hair says.

"Lucas," basketball jersey says.

"Max," the girl says, her voice strained until Steve takes the mallet back, twirling it like it weighs nothing.

"Great. Nice to meet y'all. Now, what the fuck were those?"

"How much time you got?" Dustin asks.

Steve grins, thinking he's finally found something that can keep him entertained when he's not hanging around Eddie. "Plenty."

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@nectandra, @y4r3luv, @just-a-tiny-void,

[coreofgold]

This certainly isn't how Markl though his day would go. "This is certainly an adventure. . .all right." The wizard should be scared. . .but it's not like he's being kidnapped; He's willingly going

.｡.:*☆ "Well, aren't you a good member of society?" Ivy chuckled dryly and shook her head. "Listen, I do get it. However, it does mean that I have to leave now. And I am going to take you with me, at least for a part of the way. Like, can not have the cops ending up getting after me, can I?"

[virtuousfuta]

Chest stare. Citrinne to Ivy

"Citrinne, has something of mine caught your interest?" Ivy asked as she caught the other woman gazing upon one of her finer assets. She didn't seem annoyed or upset by it, but she was curious what was going through the Brodian noble's mind.

[hazel-not-wong]

sometimes i really stop and think about morrigan's relationship with ivy. like, this is probably me just reaching, but she really seems to consider her an adult in her life, equal to her grandmother and father, who she has known her entire life. ivy seems to be almost more involved in morrigan's life then corvus. she runs the household alongside ornella, being the main decorator and in charge of hosting events. with morrign, she was the one doing most things to do with her life, from being in charge of haircuts and having all her clothes tailored, (formal and day-to-day, iirc), to planning her funeral. ivy was the only one we saw cry when they see morrigan's 'body'.

(also, that's a whole other thing. who just shows somebody their DEAD stepdaughter's body. bit odd, innit?)

[aberfaeth]

this is not going to be well articulated but i think the reason i and lots of other people feel a bit weird about certain aspects of tonights ep is that like. the ratgrinders have literally never posed a genuine threat to the bad kids in any aspect of their lives—social, academic, relationships, even their physical wellbeing, any of it. they bodied the last stand, they bodied the dragon fight. the closest thing to a bad thing happening this season was kristen almost getting expelled and that was all bobby dawn who wasnt even a part of the battle! like i genuinely cant relate to people feeling catharsis at the RGs going down bc i was just sat there like. what did they even do other than be kind of a general annoyance and a little bitchy lmfao