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damneddamsy · 4 months ago

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renegade | aemond targaryen x oc (part vii)

a/n: cutest dragon claiming ever istg, toothless and hiccup dynamics. a looooooong sexy chapter because I have no self-control

When dawn broke over Dragonstone, there came a time for mourning. Princess Rhaenyra's red ire upon hearing the news from the Red Keep brought forth her premature labours, a strained one at that. She had anticipated the stillborn through her screams and struggles, grieving before the birth of her second daughter, who was to be named Visenya. As the Black Queen stood over the funeral pyre, she pledged to the flames that this larceny shall be answered for in blood.

Her only daughter, Princess Aemma's arrival proved most significant among the Blacks. Her brothers welcomed her back with open arms, indifferent to her gloom. Even Jace believed that his once insouciant sister had discovered her husband and dear friend, Prince Aemond's, vile motives through adversity. Even as the Concilliator's golden crown came to rest upon Queen Rhaenyra's head, even as her daughter bent the knee, the bereft mother was aware of the black heartbreak the princess came carrying, seceding from the traitor's nest to affiliate with her blood and kin.

After an advantageous gathering of the Black Council, Aemma harboured Rhaenyra's silent suffering, holding her mother close to her as she relieved her outcries into her shoulders. Aemma mourned with her, for the loss of her little sister, for her indefinite adventures, for whatever the inklings of a fabled future Aemond had painted for her.

When silence descended between the mother and daughter, Rhaenyra settled in bringing Aemma to her chest and stroking her arm. She glimpsed at the hushed tears that rolled down her daughter's cheeks, her chest constricting at the sight. She could tell why, she couldn't partake in any queries when the reason was unmistakable. Her lovesick daughter longed to be reunited with her other half, fiercer than when they were friends.

Rhaenyra couldn't bring herself to bear hostility toward Aemond—her son-by-law had essentially salvaged her daughter by sending her away from him. No matter her allegiance, Aemma's life would've been in constant peril by her husband's side. For that overthink from Aemond's behest, she was grateful. But, it did not overshadow his disloyalties.

The queen littered kisses around the princess' crown. "I know I can count on you. But, on what is to come—I want your standing on my council."

Aemma smiled with quite an effort. "I couldn't."

"You are shrewd, Em. I require a little novelty at my table."

"Do not treat me as your heir." She pulled away from her mother to glare at her. "I have had enough of you wheedling me into it."

"You must understand—"

"I will not. Declare Jace as your successor and honour your vow to me. He is male, your first son, more willing to rule than I ever will be. I am not him or you. I am not so flawless."

"My sweet girl," Rhaenyra sighed. "I am anything but."

"I am simply not suited for such regency."

Moreover, Aemma could never hope to rival her dear friend without the assurance that he had truly turned against her. And if that day ever came, her fragmenting mind would split into a thousand pieces. Deep down, she knew Aemond's actions were driven by his desire to protect her, so harbouring any ill feelings toward him proved futile.

"No one is ever suited," Rhaenyra said sourly. "You are born with it. The Iron Throne is your birthright."

Aemma sensed her vision blur. "Then please relieve me of it, mother. You promised me."

"Such are the circumstances, Em. Once the war is over and I have taken what is mine, I will make sure that you are free to do as you please," her mother agreed with her. "But until then, you will carry the title of my heir."

Aemma considered this, swiping at her nose. "You would pit my brother against me in doing so."

Rhaenyra recovered with a smile. "Jace would lay down his life if you asked it."

"And I am to simply take your word for it? Like the last time?"

Her mother's violet gaze narrowed. "The word of your queen, to whom you bent the knee."

Aemma would merely be an auxiliary in this castle. Just another puppet at the queen's behest. She strode out the door in a temper, slamming into a smirking Daemon before making off into her chambers.

Aching for some relief, Aemma instinctively searched the little chest by her writing table where she had stored Aemond's old letters. She sat on her bed, wistfully reading them, one by one, and realizing how oblivious she had been to the unmistakable. Each word to her was affectionate, deep-rooted in a love that never seemed to sway. It was then that she realized what a mistake it was to simply leave Aemond behind without putting up a fight.

A mere two years ago, he had written to her: My love, Aemma. Recently, I have read about the late Good Queen Alysanne, and I imagine you bear semblance to her; both in beauty and aspirations. Her command at court, the love she shared with King Jaehaerys. Her peaceful but invincible steed, Silverwing, resides on Dragonstone. I envision it every night, you and I, on our dragonbacks, side by side. I long to see you again, have you, hold you. Make it real for me. Yours, Aemond.

My beloved, Aemma, he penned in another letter. Shall I fly to you tonight?

My darling, Aemma. I wish for the day we free ourselves of these burdens and leave the world behind.

My Aemma. You are all my hope.

Aemma held the little scrolls to her chest, staring unseeingly. How had this escaped her? Had she been so blind to Aemond's budding love all these years? So focused on hearing his tales, that she had not read between the lines? It was never a spurred decision on his part or one born from jealousy. He had longed to make her his from the beginning.

Despite Aemma's growing yearnings, she sat awake in front of the mirror, brushing her trimmed hair with overt care. Long for distraction, she recalled the day she had tried to claim Vermithor, how the gulf of dragon fire from the beast's gullet had rained down from the lair, how Daemon's armoured body had shielded her from a charred death, how she swore to herself that she had had enough of dragon power.

"There is no defeat except in no longer trying," Daemon had said to her reflection in the mirror when the handmaidens sadly snipped away at her once-luminous, long hair.

Aemma's hand fisted against the brush, the words echoing in her mind. She lacked in a lot in comparison to her other Targaryen kin; crowns, power, dragons; but not a conviction. She would rather lose all her hair twice over than abandon hope. If there was one thing that would grant her sufficient power before her mother or the realm, it was dragons.

Make it real for me, Aemond had written. And that was more than flesh and blood could stand.

Call it harebrained or temperament of self-destruction, Aemma grappled a blazing torch from her corridor and lurked down to the Dragonmont, where she was certain that more riderless dragons were being sheltered. Seasmoke, her dear father's dragon, was among them. It was long after the hour of the wolf, nobody would be awake to stop her. Except—

"Sister?" A surprised call emerged from behind a pillar. Decked in his riding vestments, Jacaerys had come down to see his dragon, Vermax, possibly to relieve his tension.

Aemma held her nervous stutter and faced her brother down. "I'm going to claim Seasmoke. You can try and stop me."

With that, she walked past him without a second glance but came into shock when Jace caught her forearm. His jaw hardened as he took in the determination in her eyes.

"If I don't come with you, Father's ghost will haunt me for the rest of my days," he weakly jested. When she tried to deny him, he smirked and seized the torch from her.

"You can try and stop me," he quoted her.

Hence, the siblings embarked on a descent into the hellacious caverns of the Dragonmont. Jace held his sister's hand like a rock, leading her down the meagre stairways and eventually onto sturdy gravel.

Their boots crunched as they progressed through a hot, dark passage, illuminated by the embers from their torch. Jace chuckled when he noticed the rash slits on Aemma's skirts that now hung in tatters at her knees then the tight knot of hair over her head.

"'Tis not an absurd look on you. I've seen worse," Jace teased.

She shoved him playfully. "If Aemond were here, he would've appreciated the effort."

Her heart clenched a little when she spoke of him, an old pain that persisted from years ago. Jace said nothing but rolled his eyes.

"You should be on that throne after our mother, Jace," Aemma said, suddenly weary. "You are more befitted to rule than me."

"That is a lie," he reassured. "I can think of no abler ruler; so compassionate, peaceful, loved by all. Although I would row on your selection of king consort."

She managed a grin. "Perhaps Baela would make a fine queen. She's fierce."

"I do not dissent." He smiled back at her, warmed. "When you are the law, who dares question your authority?"

A nearby bellowing growl—or a snore?—alerted them. Neither Jace nor Aemma had any idea of what dragon waited for them in the lair that lay beyond. Luck was on their side, as they witnessed a dozing Seasmoke, begin to blink awake at the bright glares. The young dragon's silver-grey scales which resembled her late father's hair dazzled in the darkness. He was as handsome and fierce as his late rider.

Jace quickly informed her of the tethers on her thorax and straightforward Valyrian words of command, such painstaking instructions to his impetuous sister. So distinct from Daemon's nonchalance before facing off with Vermithor: "Power and patience, sweetling. Go and do me proud."

Aemma gritted her jaw and steeled herself. She would rather go with Daemon's command; to simply trust in her blood and approach in confidence. How much ever she tried to quell her fears, once the dragon began to sniff at her, her hands began to shake. Her mind blanked, and her perseverance dwindled. She turned aside slightly.

"Say 'lykirī', sister! 'Dohaerās', 'rȳbās', 'lykirī'!" Jace hissed to her in a reminder.

Seasmoke snapped his beady gaze to her brother, wavering on its hind legs, and then back at Aemma when she raised her palm and commanded in her strongest voice—"Lykirī, Seasmoke. Lykirī."

The distempered dragon unhinged its powerful jaws, a tongue of flame ready to breathe forth on her. Aemma willed her feet in place, brazened out the beast and began to shout, more in alarm than valour. This had to work, it had to.

"Dohaerās, Seasmoke! Rȳbās! Lykirī, please!"

It was past oversight once more when her brother leapt at her with his cloak, putting his body before hers and hauling her to the ground. A noxious heat bowered by them, the rage and sound of a firestorm, but they narrowly escaped the lick of fire while they crawled out of the recess. The disappointment deferred as Jace urged her to her feet and rushed her onward.

"Go, Aemma. Run," he ordered.

Their path had gone dark as they had abandoned their torch at Seasmoke's lair. Blind on their trail to safety, they knocked into each other, the bumpy stones, held onto dear life and sprinted ahead. Once they made it to a clearing on the far side of Dragonmont, annularly illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, the siblings tumbled to their knees to catch their breath. They were swathed in plumes of smoke and soot, and scrapes on their knees, but nothing else mattered.

Jace fell about into wild laughter. "Insanity, Em. Gods, have I missed such fun with you!"

His laughs faded when he noticed Aemma with her head in her hands and her shoulders quivering with muffled weeps. Her devastation was evident—all the grief, rejection, lovelorn—and all he could offer her was his bare solace whilst she aired her grievances.

Jace gently put his arm around her as she bawled it out, like her very nerves were tearing asunder. It was mortifying to see Aemma break like this, no one truly had bore witness to her sorrow. She rarely ever did so in front of their parents or alone.

"Mother merely sees me as a pawn. My only friend forsakes me," she sniffled before another sob ripped out. "Now father, too. What have I done to deserve this, Jace?"

When Jace attempted to affirm her, a startling rumble stilled any movements. He risked a glance over his shoulder and something stirred in the darkness. Beyond a doubt, the tapered symmetry of a nimble, enormous beast emerged from within a hollow beyond. Its growling thrummed the very rocks around them until he realized that the dragon's leathern wing was straddled on their farthest side, still half-shrouded in shadow.

"Aemma," Jace murmured to get her attention. Alas, his good sister was lost to her woes.

He read between the lines as he weaved his gaze between the calmly vigilant dragon and his sister. It was ridiculous to even entertain the thought of leaving her defenceless, but he was inclined to believe the possibility of... a dragon claiming a rider. Who was he to question the magic of Old Valyria? Jace could only take an unwilling step away, keeping his eyes steady between his sister and the sharp-eyed beast. Not just any beast.

Once under the moon's rays, the she-dragon, Silverwing, rose in her lasting glories. Formerly the docile mount of the Good Queen Alysanne, the pale silvery-blue dragon unwound her neck, rattling the ground with her faint bellows, snaking herself closer toward Aemma's balled-up figure on the ground. There was a hesitance to the dragon, never seen before, going further than her curiosity allowed. She took one sniff and let out another faint rumble.

Jace watched on, disbelieving, as Silverwing nudged her snout against Aemma's back. Her growl pealed like a peaceful purr, seeking out Aemma's affection or perhaps even showing her comfort.

Aemma hardly shifted, preoccupied with troubles of her own.

Unrelenting, Silverwing repeated this twice, more intent to win a reaction now. It was obvious that the dragon had already bowed to the likes of Aemma and her desperation.

Finally, Aemma lifted her head and glimpsed over her shoulder, her lips parting at the sight of the massive beast. When familiarity flickered into her head, she looked at her brother with tears in her eyes, disoriented.

Jace encouraged her with a nod.

Wiping her face with her dirtied sleeves, Aemma pushed to her feet and misstepped when an intense pang needled into her head. Silverwing, perceptive of her ungainly movement, offered up her snout as balance and carefully stood her rider upright.

"Sliverwing," Aemma spoke, her voice a shaky rasp. Her fingers ran across the glistening cobalt scales, feeling her heat and strength. She glimpsed at the dragon's glinting orange eyes.

The she-dragon let out another undragonlike purr.

Aemma was riveted by her unique friend, who stared at her in wonder. Silverwing's arched horns resembled her mother's mount, Syrax, fashioning an elegant crown of spikes around her great head. She inclined her windborne body to the ground as if making her obeisance to Aemma.

"Kirimvose, gevie riña," she whispered to her dragon, laughing to herself. (Thank you, beautiful girl.)

Such was the peculiarity of dragons, no one could understand their ancient minds. Jace immediately ushered Aemma toward Silverwing's timeworn saddle and she began to climb up, finally mounting her steed. When Silverwing roared and flapped her strong wings, Aemma appeared before her brother as the incarnation of the Good Queen Alysanne herself, with her wild hair and radiant grin. It was no wonder the beast was so quick to take her under its wing.

"I'll find Vermax and follow you out," Jace shouted to her, raring to go. He had dreamed of the day he would fly side-by-side with his dear sister.

That gloaming morning, all of Dragonstone awoke to the sight of Princess Aemma emerging out of the mountain as a proud dragonrider and cementing her name in history as a trueborn heir of the House Targaryen.

Across Blackwater Bay, the information of Princess Aemma laying claim to Silverwing had arrived in King's Landing on a sour note. This would be a dire consequence to the Greens, outnumbered in dragons against their own mere three adult dragons, even if one of them was the queen of dragons. Eight to exceed their three.

King Aegon headed the High Council meeting with the dowager queen and his grandsire, the Hand. Ser Criston ranged behind the King's seat, mum to his treasons. And Prince Aemond, most dutiful to the throne, was seated by the King's side. Absently, he stroked the marital scar on his palm, a prisoner to his wandering mind.

"The Blackwoods continue to fly Rhaenyra's banners in the Riverlands. Further aid must be assured to the Brackens who have bent the knee to our king," Ser Otto devised in utmost composure.

"The Brackens and Blackwoods have been at each other's throats for centuries," Aemond mentioned passively. "Our focus should be to withdraw all backing to the princess."

Aegon interfered with a scoff, leaning back into his chair. He glanced at his pensive brother.

"Are we to ignore this endless litany of my bitch niece's claim to one of the largest dragons in Westeros?"

Aemond bit on his cheek, amused. Between blood rights and bravery, his Aemma had chosen the most sleepy and stately dragon as her mount. If he knew her at all, she would never fly that new friend of hers to a damned war.

It was Otto who spoke instead. "The princess surely lacks the skill, Your Grace. Silverwing is meek, yet to experience battle... unlike Vhagar."

"So you would send Aemond to snuff his wife from the skies?" Aegon seemed to draw pleasure from this. "I am quite inured to savagery and this compels me to consider."

A formidable silence fell over the room. Aemond eventually looked up from his hands and met Aegon's eyes, seething. To even spare this sordid idea made Aemond's flesh crawl. He would rather lay on a bed of nails rather than meet Aemma on opposite sides of a battlefield.

At the sight of his brother's sinister ire, Aegon doubled back.

"For the good of the realm, brother. Now what of our allies in the Reach?"

The doors to the council chambers opened and in came a gold cloak, bearing a scroll in his palm. "There's been a raven from Dragonstone, addressed to the prince."

Aemond's heart pulsed an uneven rhythm. All the eyes around the table watched him toughen and receive the letter.

"Time for the prince to kiss some traitor cunny," Aegon mused, taunting.

Only the glad tidings came especially to Prince Aemond in the princess's handwriting. He did not need to speak aloud for the members of the small council to grasp what laid within that letter. The moment his drifting eye gripped the words on the page, he hailed a hurried exit from the small council, thoughtless of his mother's refusals.

"You would risk your life and that of Vhagar's?" Alicent needled, hot on his heels through the Red Keep. "If you go to her now, Rhaenyra will be forced to assume your intent to bring the battle to her and make her reprisal."

Deaf to his mother's heeds, Aemond was halfway through twisting on his riding gloves, preparing himself to ride to and ascend on Vhagar. He was already overdue, she waited for him.

"Love renders you unsighted, you fool," Alicent warned.

Aemond's smirked at his mother. "Then I have been blind since I was a boy, mother."

Thus did Prince Aemond soar into the night airglow, Vhagar roaring out into the vast sea. He couldn't help the ardent smile that almost split his face as he urged his dragon forward, faster.

My dearest Aemond, a bygone dream has finally borne fruit. Silverwing has accepted me with good graces, and she is simply magnificent. I've made it real for you now. Will you come to me? Yours, Aemma.

In the watchtower overlooking Blackwater Bay, no guard had sighted Vhagar's black wings under the clouded eclipse of twilight. Yet her shadow swept across the posterior end of the island, landing on the coasts of black sand where the ocean raged on. Come what may, Aemond decided. If his half-sister's wrath bore the flames of his death, he would first see his dearest wife's dream fulfilled.

As if lying in wait for his arrival, Silverwing's call pealed out in trills, like a hymn rather than a roar, making herself known to her audience, thundering the night sky. Ser Otto was asinine to think Aemma lacked the knowledge—the lithesome agility she always carried was finally being played upon her skills in dragon-riding. Aemond swelled with pride at the sight of his wife, a gifted rider, swooping and parading for him.

Silverwing circled the coast once before her huge wings battered the air, to land far away from a growling Vhagar. Aemond lurched forward, halting only to notice Moondancer, Baela Targaryen's dragon, circling nearby. Keeping watch with her rider. So, he had been permitted to slip by unseen.

Scarcely had Silverwing grazed the sand then Aemma gracefully coasted off her back. She had traded her pretty skirts for black-and-red dragon-riding attire, bearing the red three-headed dragon sigil of their house. With his one good eye, he noticed that mischievous smile was not yet lost, and so was the delicate tenderness in her doe eyes.

She remained a good distance away, her sweet dulcet voice carried in the wind. "What have you come as, my prince? A delegate of the usurper?"

Aemond bared a slight smile at her, his restless hand gripping his dagger. None of those words held any significance in her mouth. Vhagar roared again behind him, sharing his fervour.

"A husband, I hope," she continued to wonder.

"My highest honour, princess," he agreed. "Even so, you would rather make me wait to hold my wife and celebrate her."

Her joy wilted to a sullen grimace. "A small penance."

He concealed all the misery that overwhelmed him. He hummed. "Hmm. On what charges?"

"Forfeiting me to my family when you swore," she emphasized, "that you would never part us. No matter the odds."

"You expect me to sustain my only light in this bleak world, within that shitpit where you were nearly slain in your sleep, well nigh after my discretion." Shock rattled into Aemma's eyes. "I will not gainsay that which you claim. But I would do it all the more if it means to have you alive before me."

Aemma looked at the waves, her eyes turning to glass with the onset of sorrow. Once she gained control over her expression, Aemond was robbed of his breath when she glanced back at him. He ached to touch her.

Behind her, Silverwing whistled another rumble when she asked, "Have you truly renounced my hand then? Has the dowager queen declared it so?"

"I won't amuse that farce with an answer," Aemond affirmed hotly. "We are bound together by blood. Cast me far away, Aemma, and I will still resist and crawl back to you while there's still air in my lungs and a beating heart."

A heartened smile arose on her lips. She hid it in the guise of scratching the scar near her eye. "Sweet talker," he almost heard her. Or perhaps an expletive.

Aemond frantically tugged off his gloves with his teeth and pocketed them, sighing aloud. "My love, this is living death. Have I been absolved yet or do you revel in my misery?"

"Both," she teased.

Aemma laughed as she swiftly strode forward, her cape snapping and kicking up sand. When she leapt up to swallow him in a generous embrace, Aemond shut off everything else, nestled her close, and pushed his face into her neck, inhaling her deeply: smoke and leather, just a lingering hint of lavender. He spun her about once before setting her down, drawing a soft squeal from her. Her sweet laugh resounded in his ear.

He smoothed hurried kisses wherever he could; her neck, jaw, cheek; and lips, exploring the world between them softly. It was endearing how she tried to imitate him with uncertainty, cupping his face and threading his silver tendril between her fingertips. He let a smile spread on his lips whilst a soft moan slipped out, bowing her into him, noticing how each finger of his pressed into each portion of her spine. He traced the suppleness of her throat, the sweet dimple over her lips, he could map ancient seas and lands on the divots of her scarring. This was his own little coming home.

She pulled away too soon, then laid her head against his neck to find the pace of her breathing. Aemond sketched soothing circles at the small of her back with a sharp eye on Silverwing, who was intently watching their exchange. Such an incredible girl taming a queen's steed.

"Is she not the most breathtaking creature?" Aemma asked him, looking at her dragon half in wonder and half in pride. "She came to me, showed me solace. Like you did."

"Has your new friend transcended me?"

She kissed his jaw. "Never."

Aemond trailed by her side and watched as she softly stroked at the blue dragon's enormous snout, laying her forehead against her scales. He admired how she forged bonds with all her steeds this way, with Seasmoke the direwolf and that horse, as if she were giving regard to what she would receive.

Silverwing gave off another leonine purr, gently bumping her head against Aemma submissively. Aemond could tell that this was going to be another animate doll of his wife's. Perhaps she'd train this one, too, to play fetch.

"Jaelan ao naejot rhaenagon ñuha valzȳrys," she said, her Valyrian tongue irresistibly smooth, and patted her dragon once. (I would like you to meet my husband.)

Aemond beamed at this. Aemma called him forward, took his cautious hand and rested it upon the heated scales of the she-dragon. As if thoroughly understanding what her rider had said, Silverwing patiently received his touch. He braved out her auburn-eyed stare.

"Jaqiarzus hae se dāria ao iderēptan," he praised under his breath. (Glorious as the queen you chose.)

Aemond did not really care if Aemma had heard him. Turned out, she was too fascinated by the bond between her husband and her dragon. Aemma knowingly darted between them, deliberating to herself.

She palmed Aemond's cheek and whispered, "Fly with me, my friend."

He shook up with laughter, a quiet, lighthearted sound that surprised the both of them.

"Six long years have I waited to hear those words," he said.

With one more kiss, Aemond and Aemma mounted their dragons and took to the air, going against the tide. They flew together, and their dragons danced, not in a battle for ranks, but as sworn friends in their springtime of life, immersed in their own world.

After having been apart from each other for nigh on two days, and flying their dragons to their heart's content, Aemond refused to let go of Aemma once the night started to unwind frigid winds their way. They withdrew from Dragonstone, and she followed him to Sharp Point where a thin strip of grassy beach was left untouched by the townspeople, a space of peace of quiet amidst the brewing tempest in both their homes.

Paying no heed to the openness, there in the shroud of the tall grass, completely persuaded by desire, Aemond gently urged Aemma closer, divested his thick coat to lay it on the ground as a rug, and held out his hand. She went all too willingly.

It was vulgar, of course. She was a princess; moreover, she had pledged him her virtue, but he couldn't help his fixations. His yearning has taken root in the neediest part of him. Neither did he have the heart to vent her absence to a nameless whore in a brothel. Why bother with the horses when he had a dragon to ride?

Aemond unlaced her bodice painstakingly and caressed the silhouette of her body, her skin warm against his palm. Her woodsy eyes met his, composed.

"I don't care. I want you, too," she comforted him. Then she reached to unfasten his breeches.

The air turned electric amidst the gathering gale—with her eyes fixed on him, she stroked the length of him under her, his hardness, and a shudder falling out of his lips. At her own pace, she hitched her leg up, sitting astride him while undoing her own hosieries. He ran his knuckles down her jaw and pushed his fingers into her hair, sharing another fond glimpse. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how lonely his mornings were without her laughter, how often he had frequented her chambers just to get a whiff of her presence.

She traced the skin of his scar, gradually slipping a finger through the fastening string and tugging it off. Then she smiled at him, "This is the face I love. My love."

That could've been his ultimate undoing. On the brink of losing himself, she had offered up her everything.

"My love," he echoed, breathy.

Aemma sunk down on him, stretching herself to the limit, her face straining. Aemond grunted, unfaltering to the sweet friction, and watched her get her fill of him and begin to ride him to the floor. He was simply there to catch her as she fell, and fell, and fell... blurring the lines between him and her. Quite physically branding each other for good. The noises she made into his ear were melodies, and her name was a whispered chant from his lips.

She brought his head to her chest, cradling it there. Everything around him was her—her scent, her heartbeat, her warmth. He let his tongue taste her sweetness, skin and sweat before sinking his teeth down, covetous to claim. She laughed, as if tickled by this, laying her nose against the top of his head, her pace getting prompter.

When he felt her go rigid around him, she plunged back on him, and his fingers clawed at her hips, tipping her over until she was on the cusp of falling apart. He lifted her chin from gauging their progress, meeting his hot stare. Her dark eyes clouded with lust, so fantastic to watch, as she blew to kingdom come. That sheer sight of her was enough to let himself go, but through the heady daze, he bore in mind the liabilities. Softly, he pulled her off him and released his spend into his breeches. He shut his eyes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him, breathing hard.

Aemma wasted no time in settling back over him, all surfeited by sex, and pouring her silent, appreciative kisses into his tousled hair. He laughed, rubbing at her bare thighs, nipping kisses at her neck.

She opened her palm for him, and his eye patch was nestled there.

"Perhaps one day, I'll wear it for you," she jested, winking.

He playfully poked her waist and she giggled. He slid the eyepatch back on, shifting it into place. "So replete with wisecracks when it comes to my eye."

They lay there together on the bed of smoothed grass, with Aemma's head slackened off his shoulder, twisting little braids into his long hair, and Aemond's arm slumped behind his head, lost to remembering the exact planes and dips of her face with his fingers. Too many long years he had gone without seeing her.

The breeze whooshed around them, unable to humble them, the blood of the dragon was running hotter than usual.

"We should've left and never looked back," Aemond breathed out.

She watched him, her cheek pressing into the grass. "It's too late now."

"No," he said, shaking his head. He brought both her braiding hands to his lips for a kiss. "The east lies at our feet and our dragons lie in wait. We have nothing to lose, dearest. Only each other. This isn't our battle."

"Yet something stops you from leaving," she remarked quietly.

Your whore mother and her clan of bastards, he wanted to say. Your bastard brother still roving about, unavenged. The Iron Throne and the unbidden power to the Targaryen who wield it. It was bizarre to even think these thoughts in her presence.

And all this time, Aemma studied the turning cogs in his mind and his evident discontent. She attempted to bring him back to her by touching his cheek and faced commotion in his lone eye.

"You have strengthened to a warrior. A terrific sword. A spirited rider," she said. "Deep inside, you desire a good fight. Your intuitions cannot be helped."

He gritted his teeth. "You kindly withhold the bare truth: I am conditioned to blood thirst."

"You have an old score to settle," she murmured, unearthing his elusive motive. "With my brother. With your brother. This is an open path to their reckoning."

Aemond stared at her. The world stilled for a beat; it was a foregone conclusion. How could she still lay her eyes on him after learning of his intentions? Where was the hatred he had pictured in his agonies?

"Aemond, my love." Her voice got along his skin like a silken caress. He dreaded to endure her next words.

"I cannot atone for Lucerys' mistakes. But I can appeal to your humanity." Having anticipated this, Aemond's jaw clenched tight. "We were reckless children, callow to the coming times. Hotter blood conquered that night."

"And he remains an unpunished child," he differed.

"Once your debt is paid, you've won Luke's eye, then what?"

"Then he is acquitted and I am much obliged."

She frowned at him, unconvinced. "What of esteem and civility? Or would you prefer to be feared by the realm?"

"Better to be feared than scorned."

"Even by me?"

He pressed his lips tightly, his face tensing. He didn't have to say anything, she understood. A calm wroth simmered behind his lonely eye.

Aemma watched him for a beat, absorbing his words, and Aemond unshiftingly persisted. She witnessed a little boy mocked all his life; for his losses, his scars, his audacity; seeking his worth. The grimness in his stiff lips, the endurance in his words—this was the face of a stewing, dauntless man, lost to his vengeance. His scathing words struck her deeper when she realized his due reward was still unclaimed.

She shivered when he stroked a thumb across her bottom lip, his lone eye softening to fondness. "I know your insight of this now will harrow what we share. I have always known, I looked the other way. If you wish to never see me again—"

This jostled her world. She shook her head in defiance, holding his cheek in place. His face had twisted to reluctance once again. He didn't want it either, such a short distance had already left them helpless.

"I have had enough of broken vows," Aemma insisted. "I intend to keep mine to you, rooted, regardless. Let's not have the chances sour our time now."

He let a gratified smile spread out, leaning forward to catch her lips in a heated kiss, rolling her over, all urgent touches and knocking teeth. She didn't fight it, merely let it happen and allowed him to vent his gall. He gushed all his affirmations into her, his love, his fears, his hopes, and the significant one being that if he were to lose her, he would lose himself.

"Stay here with me tonight, please," he whispered into her neck.

She laughed when she heard his plea, disbelieving. "Are you to stand guard through the cold night?"

He let her go for a moment to skim the coat from under him and shroud it around her shoulders. The material drowned her stunted stature and he settled her back in his impenetrable hold. She muffled another laugh into his open-shirted chest, stroking her nose against him.

"Warm enough for you, my little dragon-rider?"

"Not that I care, but such is your spousal duty," she hummed, still playful on the hour.

He clicked his tongue. "I ought to fling you to the ocean floor. That should teach you."

"I ought to employ Silverwing's fire," she threatened.

"Spare my heart," he laughed quietly. "I'd be burning for you twice over."

And so Aemond maintained a vigil, inspecting Aemma as she slumbered soundly not soon after. He oh-so-softly touched her plump lips, the aquiline slope of her nose, her eyebrows, and the scar that dashed through one. Maddening how she continued to rest, unaware of the soul she refused to return to him.

His single eye flicked to something moving amidst the leafy plains beyond Aemma's shoulder. With one hand grasping Aemma tight, he edged a guarded hand to the dagger stowed above his breeches.

A viper, as black as the night, slithered across the golden sand. It wreathed a pattern toward Aemma's spine, hissing out a rattling tongue.

In a split second, his dagger was airborne and impaled the viper to the floor, gone in a painless death.

He had offered it his mercy, affixing his aim right into its eye.

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hughesmedicine · 2 years ago

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just a bunch of swifties 7| t. zegras

trevor zegras x hughes reader

jabosml(masterlists)

ending this series and I’ve loved it so much so let’s end it with a bang🫶🏻 also tried to make it cute but it’s not them without joking, thanks for the support on the series this whole time🧡🥹

ynzegras

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ynzegras: surprise🥹❤️ but I love you baby and I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone other than you. I will forever be thankful for Jack introducing us even if I broke the no falling for friends rule it was worth it for you🧡

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jackhughes: oh my god.

| jamie.drysdale: i can’t tell if this is a good “oh my god” or a bad one🙅‍♀️

| ynzegras: it’s a good one, he’s running around the house screaming “im gonna be an uncle”

_alextorcotte: I need to know did trevor faint when you told him you’re pregnant?? Also congratulations bestie so happy for you and ig I’m happy for trevor!

| trevorzegras: why do you guys always circle back around to the fainting and thank you?

| ynzegras: he didn’t faint but he did run around the house screaming we’re having a baby and immediately told me we’re naming him/her taylor and thanks bestie, you better come around more!

| _alextorcotte: sounds about right but please don’t name it taylor and I’m on my way right now!

| jamie.drysdale: it’s too late for that but swiftie party?

| ynzegras: it’s not, I never agreed to it and yes swiftie party!

| trevorzegras: not listening, we’re naming it taylor.

| ynzegras: I’ll take this wedding ring off zegras.

| trevorzegras: we’re not naming it taylor and I’m joining this party.

lhughes_06 expect more visits from me now but congrats sis, so happy for you both!

| trevorzegras oh god no but thanks luke!

| lhughes_06 oh god yes** I think you put the wrong word💁‍♀️

| trevorzegras no I put the right word

| lhughes_06 @ynzegras get him in check pls

| ynzegras: on it, trevor you’re on the couch tonight and thanks moosey!

| trevorzegras lukes not allowed in the house anymore @/lhughes_06 bring a fucken tent when you come to visit.

elblue6: sweetie congrats (again!) I’m so happy for you both and I’m so glad to have an amazing son in law🥹❤️

| trevorzegras: I’m sobbing momma el I love you so much and best mom in law ever!!😭🧡

| ynzegras: thank you mom I love you!❤️

_quinnhughes: why am I finding out through an instagram post???

| eliaspettersson: no same wtf?

| ynzegras yikes shouldn’t have went out drinking

| _quinnhughes okay sorry that we wanted to have good time

| ynzegras a good time? You came home with Elias and immediately got into my bed hugged eachother and we all cried about our feelings which thank you for that, needed it

| eliaspettersson: so that’s why I woke up in trevors arms this morning 💀

anaheimducks omg congrats! Got a little duck coming soon🥹🧡

| ynzegras thank you and can’t wait till we get the little jersey for it!🧡

| trevorzegras she already ordered it

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trevorzegras: this will forever be my favorite day, I love you so much and I can’t wait till i can you my wife forever. Thank you for being the best lover to me and I wouldn’t change it for anything🧡 also can’t wait to hold our little ducking

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ynzegras: I can’t even type since I’m crying so much but I love you so much and I’m so excited for the years to come😭🧡

| _alextorcotte: looks like we’re here again but yes jamie and I can confirm she’s crying

| trevorzegras: this time I can confirm too!

| jackhughes comfort her man!

| jamie.drysdale and he’s supposed to be a good fiancé😐

| trevorzegras I am! Literally comforting her right now

dylanduke25 you made luke cry

| lhughes_06 you said you wouldn’t tell!!

| ynzegras: awe moosey come to my room group cry!

| lhughes_06 🏃‍♀️ coming!

anaheimducks little duckling😭🧡

| ynzegras it’s the cutest nickname ever!!😭

elblue6 best son in law!!🧡

| trevorzegras: oh I’m crying now

| _quinnhughes jack and I comforting him cause we’re crying too, jacks crying cause now him and trevor are related

canucks: congrats!!!

njdevils: little ducking will be getting a devils jersey from every player on the team!

| ynzegras jacks will be the favorite one!

| jackhughes I didn’t think I had any more tears left till I saw this comment

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x hughes reader #jamie drysdale #alex torcotte #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #ellen hughes

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morifinwes · 4 years ago

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Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

modern

this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry."

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine.

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

---

Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

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based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

#so...i realized i forgot to check the things i already listed but? i tried to avoid listing fics twice?#yes i've mostly been reading oneshots these past few weeks idk why but i can't seem to find any long fics #or at least not ones that i like #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian fics #mdzs #mdzs fic #cql fic #the untamed #aamna tag #we're almost through the rec list now? i have so much open but idk why i add so few #i'm just really picky when it comes to which ones to write down and which ones not #and then this became a kind of comfort list?#idk?#but also ANGST #not Angst but ANGST #fun fact: Angst means fear in german

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years ago

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At The Beach: Sci-Twi’s Glasses, Collin, The Tallest & Blossom

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Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano & SpindleHorse Toons

Credit for My Little Pony Franchise goes to the Creator: Bonnie Zacherle

Credit for My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic goes to Lauren Faust

Credit for My Little Pony: Equestria Girls goes to Meghan McCarthy & Jayson Thiessen

Credit for Invader Zim series goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for The Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

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this is a bit mature, but not like super mature I guess.

Collin’s wings are suppose to show that he’s “turned on”

you know like that one thing that fans came up with that had to do with with Pegasus’s wings, I have no idea who originally came up with that idea.

anyway like it shows in this, Sci-Twi who is 21 years old now.

lost her glasses and she is trying to look for them.

Collin is thinking to his cinnamon roll self

“I Must Stay Pure.” over and over in his head.

while he is blushing all cute and flustered like.

Purple is blushing too and giving the thumbs up.

Red can’t see anything because Blossom (his girl buddy)

has her hands over his eyes so he can’t stare at Sci-Twi.

when I can I will post this over at deviantart too.

should of put Mugman in this drawing too, I would of loved to see how cute and flustered he would end up getting too.

Collin being all flustered would be the cutest thing ever,

if he returns in a future episode, it be nice if he blushes.

at least he actually gives two “bucks” about humans,

unlike Keenie and Cletus.

just go work for the Goddess/Earthly Mother/Mother of All Angels, Collin....you would be the treasured heavenly cinnamon roll.

both Collin and Moxxie are precious Sweet & Spicy Cinnamon Rolls.

also I don’t want this to reblog by those under the ages of 16.

that will be one of my rules, also don’t reblog this without my permission.

if you want to, please ask in the notes for this drawing.

some reblogging will be okay, and I know someone on tumblr did reblog my crossover art that has Blossom, Ashi, Nergal Junior, Dexter, Son Goten and Tallest Red in it.

and I’m okay with that.

but for this, it will have some rules, and even if I’m not sure this will get reblogged....I’m going to put those rules for this drawing anyway.

also you can NOT re-post this anywhere, you can however reblog.

but only if you have my permission.

the only one who will be allowed to re-post this over at deviantart is me. as it shows in the art.

failure to comply to what I ask, will end with being blocked.

if you wish to do a reply drawing to this, you have my permission but please make sure to put a link of the original drawing.

once again, the only one who can re-post this drawing over at deviantart, is me.

I also want to say, that I do not want it on Youtube without my permission, so like unless I’m okay with it, then a art I draw can be used in a video so long as the proper credit is shown.

Youtube-Poop Parody stuff, will 100% Absolutely Not Be Allowed on ANY OF MY WORK.

even if there could be good people who have that kind of interest in that parody.....but I have been hurt by jerks before who did stuff that were involved with that.

I even saved what the jerk wrote, for memory sake.

I wont say who they are but this is what they had wrote...

'Technically, it's not stealing. We're not saying that your art is ours. That would be stealing.

What we're doing is taking your art (which is very badly drawn, no offense) and editing pictures onto it for a laugh. That's not stealing. That's not even against the law.

It doesn't matter whether your "Mom" doesn't like what we're doing, because neither you nor her can lift a finger to do anything. Even if we get banned from DA, we can still edit the pictures.'

there are some lines that should NEVER be crossed.

even if it is good that they don’t say that the art is theirs....

there is no need to be a freaking insensitive jerk.

even if they say “no offense” they are still being an “A” Double “S”

they say they mean no harm, and even say that even if they do get banned from deviantart, they will still do it.

if I was making a base, others can use it but would have to give the proper credit.

I think they might be on tumblr too, I decided to look up the name they went by on deviantart.

and while writing this, I looked them up...

and it seems that I might of found them on here.

I’m going to block them on here (I don’t think I have blocked them before on here), but I’m not gonna say who they are.

it might not be a coincidence, that the same name over at deviantart would also be on here as well.

even if the name they used over there, is just their tumblr page name

and they seem to go by a different tumblr name.

but using that same name, even if it is used for their tumblr page...

can’t be a coincidence, yes there can be some coincidences.

like if you meet someone who gave the same name to a Lion King OC, but at least you were able to talk it out and agreed that it is just a friendly coincidence.

I don’t think I had blocked that jerk before on here, so I had to see about it now and after checking to see if they are blocked...

I guess I can have some peace of mind.

at least when one person on here disagreed about the theory I had about Allison Angel being secretly evil, they didn’t take it THAT far...

but the name Alice is a gender neutral name, even if they did question it...but Alice is a gender neutral name, or otherwise known as a Unisex name.

it means that it is both a Girl & Boy Name, and with how things are now in the modern days.

it could also be used as a name for Nonbinary too.

also not everyone has to agree with fan theories,

but even if I was told I had no evidence.

there is in fact possible evidence in the game,

where Henry is held prisoner by both Allison and Tom.

if you take that device (I forgot what’s it called.)

and hold it up to the wall outside of where Henry is in imprisoned in.

you will see the words “she will leave you to die.”

and it is possible that the “she” might be Allison.

we just have to wait and see if the theory proves true or not.

but one of the evidences is those words on the wall

“she will leave you to die.”

which might of been talking about Twisted-Alice, but Allison instead.

but yeah even if there was a disagreement about the theory,

and even about the name Alice being a gender neutral name.

but at least it wasn’t taken too far and the words didn’t end up being really bad.

I mean Alice Cooper’s name is “Alice” and I’m listening to his song

“Poison” right now, but after I listen to that I’m going to listen to ADDICT, the song that became a official Hazbin Hotel Music Video and was wrote by a fan who is very talented.

also I did rename one of my OCs “Alice”

but I replaced the “i” with the “y”

and me renaming them that has nothing to do with my name technically being Alice....(but is only half of my name.)

it had to do with a song I was listening to that inspired the idea.

the song is called “Her Name Is Alice” it is by Shinedown.

it was by listening to that song, I was inspired to rename my OC.

but having her first name be Alice, but with a “y” instead of a “i”

and having her still go by a nickname version of her middle name.

and well the middle name use to be her first name,

and I was having a bit trouble with her middle names, and I would change the idea of the middle name a few times.

before deciding to have her original first name, become her new middle name and then have her new first name be Alyce.

my Mom naming me Alice does kind of make sense now...

because I’m always in “Wonderland” which at times is a good thing.

with the bull I have to put up at times at home and with some stuff that happen before in 2015 and even 2016....even if I did end up not feeling 100% okay because of that second depression I had.

anyway I think I will wait until later, to listen to ADDICT.

I will sign back on here later or tomorrow.

so anyway see ya later and stay safe everyone.

PS:

and remember the wise words of Andy from Red Vs Blue,

which has to do with Humans....but I will say it this way...

“Give A Care About Omnimanity, Don’t Be A Shisno”

that should be made into a Red Vs Blue shirt.

give a care about omnimanity, don’t be a shisno...

would make a interesting message and could be used for a Red Vs Blue shirt, with a Human in Spartan Armor and Sangheili shaking hands.

#suggestive #mature warning #crossover fanart #blossom utonium #collin helluva boss #tallest purple #tallest red #sci twi #Invader Zim Fanart #helluva boss fanart #equestria girls fanart #beach #glasses #don't reblog this without permission

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shoutoismybaby · 5 years ago

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Bakugous crush gets hit on...

Im on mobile so sorry for the weird set-up

Warnings for Cusing and Physical Violence

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Bakugou had developed a crush on you since the day you got snarky with him over yelling at Izuku. Izuku had stepped on his foot on accident, setting the blonde off into another one of his rage fits. Usually, this was something you would have ignored, like the rest of the class that had become accustomed to his outbursts. But the night before you had stayed up watching Netflix, meaning you had gotten no sleep. Which lead to your tolerance level for the day plummeting to an all-time low. He hadn't even noticed as you pushed yourself out of your seat until you were standing in front of him, jabbing a finger at his chest and causing him to stumble back a few inches. He had opened his mouth the yell at you, but you simply interrupted him.

“Do you EVER shut up?” It took him a couple of seconds to register just what was going on, just like the rest of the class. They had never seen you angry before. “You are so fucking extra! It's 7, AM, it’s too early for your bullshit, Bakugou. Some of us didn’t sleep well last night and would like some peace and quiet. It’s not us ‘extras’ fault no one listens to you at home.”

With that you turned around on the ball of your foot, ponytail smacking him across the face. Almost emphasizing your point in a way. Everyone watched as you sat back down in your seat and took this as a warning to never piss you off.

That was the day he began to remember your name, and start thinking about you outside of class. It was annoying to him for a while that he couldn't seem to get you out of his head. Every time he went out with his friends, he wondered if you would somehow run into them. Each time he tried a new food, his brain wanted to know if you would like it. Every time you changed something about yourself, such as your hairstyle, he would notice. And he couldn’t stop thinking about it until he fell asleep at night.

It didn’t register in his head that he had a crush on you for a while. Not until Mina had been gushing about a boy she had met at a coffee shop, talking about how she never stopped thinking about him. As soon as it hit him that he viewed you the same way Mina viewed the random barista, he interrupted the whole conversation with-

“If any of you extras ask out (F/n) (L/n), I will kill you.”

And that soon became the unspoken rule of the class.

Not only did people not want Bakugou to target them, most of them also thought that you two would make a cute couple. You seemed to balance each other out. He was very aggressive, and you were typically passive. However, you could kick Bakugou off of his high horse if you needed to. And that's what he liked most about you. Not only were you cute, but you also had a backbone.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t the only guy to notice this. It was rare that the class could go one day without someone who didn’t know about Bakugou's threat hitting on you. Not that they would do it twice, considering Bakugou made sure they were aware of the threat soon after.

Many people wondered why Bakugou didn’t just ask you out. When asked, he simply yelled at them that it was none of their business. In reality, he didn’t think you felt the same way as him, and he didn’t really want to create the awkwardness that would come with you rejecting him.

Until you changed his mind of course.

It was about 30 minutes before class, and Bakugou was wondering the halls in an attempt to get rid of the extras he occasionally thought of as friends. He had passed the classroom he spent most of his time in, 1-A, only to backtrack when he realized the door was open. Aizawa was always late, so why would the door be open? He almost charged in to yell at whoever was in there when he heard your voice.

“Oh, you think so?” He snuck over to the opening of the door and peeked around it. You were holding a textbook, Hero Laws Volume 2 if Bakugou recalled correctly, and using it as a flat surface to write on next to his desk. Why you weren't just using his desk to write on, he didn't know.

But the person in front of his desk is what made him lose his cool. It was a third-year boy, and from the look at his stance, he was trying to make a move.

Bakugou contemplated busting in and interrupting the whole conversation, but it would be too obvious what he was trying to do. And you would have questions he couldn't answer. So he waited,

“Yeah, I think we would end up being both the cutest and the most powerful couple on campus.” This statement caused Bakugou's blood to boil, and you to freeze. It took you a moment to regain your bearings,

“You just met me yesterday,” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you bent over and set the textbook down on Bakugou's desk, beginning to sign your name on the paper that sat on top of it.

“I don’t see how that matters,” the boy replied, closing the distance between you two. But you hadn’t noticed, focusing too much on making your name neat and wishing you hadn't chosen to write with a pen. “It doesn’t change my feelings.”

It was then that you regretted taking your eyes off the boy as you jumped, his hand has made its way to your bum, giving it a squeeze you did not give permission to.

Bakugou at this point began to run into the room so that he could kill the son of a bitch, only to have you beat him to it.

Letting go of the pen, you had picked up the textbook. Allowing the paper to fly off as the large book connected with the jerk's face. Knocking him out cold instantly. Bakugou watched for a moment as you stood there, face red and quickly looking up at him. He was in the middle of the room now, frozen. Seeing your panic, he took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked, attempting to use an indifferent tone.

“Um, yeah. I was just… I wasn't expecting that.” You sighed, dropping the book and crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you think he’s okay?”

“Is he okay?! Are you kidding me?” Bakugou's anger instantly came back. Why did you care about the pervert who just assaulted you?

“I..” You trailed off, seeming unable to come up with a response. THough your mind was racing. You instantly felt uncomfortable in your own skin, and all of the confidence you had talked into yourself that morning quickly crumbled. You felt too exposed. Too vulnerable.

Even though you were the one who had caused your attacker to be unconscious on the floor. Something about having your bodily autonomy invaded, even though some wouldn't have found it to be that big of a deal, made you want to scrub your body with soap over and over. You felt invaded. All you wanted to do at that moment was to go home. Maybe cry.

You weren't sure. Your thoughts were rushing by you so fast you weren't sure how to react. Maybe you were still in shock.

Bakugou's eyes narrowed as he took in your form. You had curled into yourself, making you seem small and fragile. It was a state he had never seen you in before. So scared and uncomfortable.

It made him angry. This lowlife had no right to touch you, much less even look at you. He was luckily that you would most likely prevent Bakugou from murdering him then and there.

But the look in your eyes made Bakugou realize that he could deal with that douche later. He needed to be there for you right now. He slowly approached you and began picking things up from the floor. The pen, the textbook. These were sat on his desk before he gently grabbed your wrist, finally feeling the small shake that your body was emitting. He murmured some gruff assurances under his breath as he pushed you backwards with little force, and lead you to sit down in his chair.

You seemed dazed and stuck in your own world, so Bakugou did what he does best.

“Hey!” He yelled, “Snap out of this stupid daze thing and go back to being your normal self. You're too strong to even be worried about an extra like that. You could have blasted him into next week if you had wanted to, so stop freaking out!”

At his outburst, you flinched slightly and blinked a few times. Bakugou almost worried that he made things worse before you let out a breath neither of you knew you were holding.

“You’re right Bakugou-Kun. Thank you.” You took another couple breaths before the color seemed to return to your face. You weren't sure why, but Bakugou's yelling always seemed to ground you when you began to panic. Whether in class for a test, or in the field for training. Even if he didn't know it, and wasn't even screaming at you. Something about it always made your brain stop and slow down.

That was part of the reason you were even in class this early anyways. That thought made your eyes widen. Where did that paper go?!

“Tch, whatever. You were freaking out for no reason, it pissed me off,” he responded nonchalantly. He noticed that your eyes started to search the room. He found what you were probably looking for, the paper from earlier, near the blackboard. “This what you're looking for?”

He started to walk over to it, stopping when you let out a squeak.

“You don't have to grab it for me Bakugou, I can get it myself.” You were pushing yourself up quickly in an attempt to stop him. But he didn’t stop.

“Sit back down you shitty girl! Its a piece of paper you idiot, also stop calling me Bakugou.” He growled out. You were prepared to argue with him over the paper, but the last thing he said stopped you in your tracks.

“What should I call you then?” Your brows furrowed,

“My name, katsuki, dumbass.” it was then that he knelt down to pick up the paper.

“Katsuki..” You tested the name out, enjoying how it sounded in your mouth. Unaware he felt the same way, he looked the paper over, but at this point, you were too distracted with the name change to remember that you didn't want him to see it. “Why do you want me to call you by your first name?”

Your question went unanswered, causing you to cock your head.

Bakugou had recognized his name written neatly at the top, and read through the love letter. The love letter that had your name written neatly at the bottom.

Reality slapped you in the face once more and your heart dropped into your stomach.

“(Y/n),” His face was almost matched his eyes as he looked back at you, and blood quickly rushed to your own face so that it matched his in hue.

“I'm sorry-”

“You could have just texted me. It would have been easier you idiot.” Your wide eyes darted up to meet his.

“What?’ You stuttered the simple word and watched as he crumpled the paper, tossing it into the wastebasket across the room perfectly.

“Did that idiot steel your brain cells or something? I’m saying I’ll go out with you, stupid girl!”

“Oh,” A soft smile fell upon your lips, “I’m glad.”

“Well of course you are! I'm THE Katsuki Bakugou, any girl would be lucky to have me.” He huffed, crossing his arms as you giggled. He looked away from you trying to hide his blush and spotted the jerk that was still snoozing away on the floor. You followed his eyes and sighed,

“What should we do with him?” You asked,

“There's 20 minutes before class starts,” Katsuki stated, his eyes meeting yours. You paused and furrowed your brows.

“...So?”

“Let's go get some breakfast.” he stuck his hands into his pocket and started to walk.

“We’re just leaving him?” You rushed after him, careful to not step on the 3rd year.

“Yeah, you have a problem with that?” He growled, you just smiled wider and hooked your arm around his.

“Not at all,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, laughing at the way his face turned red once more.

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#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #nesawrites

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chibimyumi · 5 years ago

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Art Report - ‘Elisabeth 2019′ TOHO ACT 1

【Click here for Act 2 】

Dear everyone!~~!

Now 3 months late since I promised, I finally bring you a VERY detailed photo report on ‘Elisabeth’ 2019!

DISCLAIMER:

I am not going to retell the story of ‘Elisabeth’; I will skip quite many scenes. For the full story, please look up a synopsis or something alike.

There is actually quite a lot I am not sure whether I remembered right. And Furukawa always changes his performance every few days, so my report does not cover all of Furutod.

Some of these drawings were made in a rush, while for others I had more time.

Cast - Matinée July 19th, 2019

Elisabeth - Manaki Reika

Der Tod - Furukawa Yuta

Lucheni - Yamazaki Ikusaburo

Franz I - Hirakata Genki

Sophie - Koujun Tatsuki

Rudolf - Miura Ryosuke

Child Rudolf - Jin Yoshiharu

The Descent

The descent has always been one of my favourite scenes. This number is just so great, a mere memory of it is enough to turn me into one giant goosebump. I was especially looking forward to this, because this would be the first time we see Furukawa Yuta as the role of his dreams; Der Tod.

Though I am no fan of the metallic wings, Furutod’s descent was SO MAJESTIC. The theme of Der Tod started, and from the ceiling a pair of boots descended.

Some ankles revealed itself, the calf... more of the calf... and there was more calf... AH finally some knees. Uw, more legs...leeegs...leeeegs... “WHERE DO HIS LEGS STOP!? Oh, there! No wait, those are his upper thighs. Ah, finally, his waist.”

I heard from someone who counted, Furukawa descends one beat earlier than Inoue Yoshio’s Der Tod does, because otherwise by the time Der Tod needs to sing, Furukawa’s face has not shown yet ( ´艸｀)

When Furutod touched ground, his Death Angels undid his wings, and he stepped onto the stage for the first time.

The way Furukawa carries himself as Der Tod is very two-dimensional, in a good way! When he descended he was like a Greek statue, but when he stepped forward, he gradually came to life. In this photo ⇊ we catch a small glimpse of Furutod’s statue-like face.

Sissi’s Entrance

Manaki’s Sissi was the cutest and most majestic thing I have seen. When she made her appearance as child Sissi, it was very believable that it really was a child standing before me. She was beaming and her eyes were full of dreams. And yet there was this edge in her. It was easy to see how this young girl would grow into a woman who would survive ordeal after ordeal.

Enter the Underworld

During a family meeting, Sissi fell from the tree which wounded her so bad she enters the Underworld. She was escorted by the Death Angels, and at first Furutod did not seem interested at all. “Another mortal who died, nothing new.” When he approached her to take her life, Sissi sought eye-contact with Der Tod, and her eyes were so full of power and life, it was like she - though confused - was daring the lord of the Underworld to end her.

“The Rondo of Love and Death”

The song ‘the Rondo of Love and Death’ began, and I was stunned by how much Furukawa managed to improve his already good singing. He always had trouble with the high notes, and sometimes he would be a bit short of breath. But by ‘Elisabeth’, Furukawa has improved his vocals so much that even the highest notes went as smooth as silk.

♪♬ “The wounds from which my pale blood flows Only you are capable of easing my pain I shall return you your life” ♪♬ - Der Tod

This is the first time when Furutod comes fully to life, and for the first time his eyes showed an emotion that was not utttttter boredom. We learn that Furutod is like a spoiled child who would take any opportunity to play. Despite literally being the personification of Death, the only thing Der Tod seems to want to kill is not the lives of others, but his own boredom. To me, Furutod is the first Der Tod that made me realise what this ‘pain’ in the script really meant to him; a lethal apathy paired with the suffering of not being able to end it.

The other Der Tods I have seen are also good; but especially in the Takarazuka version, this ‘pain’ is strongly hinted to be ‘a loveless existence’. A lethal apathy was a very refreshing take for me to see.

♪♬ “Until the day I win your love I will continue my pursuit... I will pursue your love no matter where you go”　♪♬

The song was meant to be a very romantic one, but once sung by Furutod, this pining lover’s song became that of an entitled stalker’s threat song. In the other versions of ‘Elisabeth’, Der Tod is also a stalker, of course. But the emphasis on the romance is usually laid on so thick, one would have to give the situation some extra thought before acknowledging how creepy it truly is.

Furutod however, only allows you room to either interpret it as a problematic kinky-romance, or sheer threat.

The Imperial Wedding

Franz I and Sissi get married, and Der Tod attends the Imperial wedding as well. I was a very lucky b*tch, I sat only 2 seats away from where Furutod passed us in the aisle.

... he was literally only a meter away from us, and my little dork sister Ò^Ó didn’t see him. Sigh. She was too busy looking at the stage. Which - not gonna lie - was glorious too. But Furutod thoughhhhhhh.

His long cape trailed behind him, the way he walked was so smooth it was like he was floating. We have seen a preview of Furukawa’s float-walk in Kuromyu, where he applied ballet even to walking. I thought that was already the height of Furukawa’s ballet skills; BUT I WAS WRONG! When I saw Furutod’s float-walk from up close, I realised that as Sebas, Furukawa was at least ‘TRYING’ to look human. With Furutod he did not bother.

Speaking of my sister @cutiepeimei , she also sketched the image of Floating!Furutod. He ghost.

The Game is On

After Furutod saw his ‘toy’ become someone else’s, it was like something snapped in his mind. He was very calm at first, solemnly warning Elisabeth that she will be the end of the Habsburg glory.

♪♬ “All misfortune starts here, as of today The demise of the Habsburg glory The downfall of an empire of which no one knows Let me tell you bit by bit, the source of all disaster People are blissfully oblivious of the scent of misfortune The die is cast by your grave mistake Elisabeth!” ♪♬ - Der Tod and Choir

But then after Elisabeth spoke her wedding vow, tears started streaming down Furutod’s cheeks, and suddenly, he broke into hysterical laughter.

He started with a few chuckles under his breath which bled into an uncontrolled laughter. Before we knew, this ominous laughter became a full-out hyena screech, going “iiiiyaaahahahaahahaha!”

The Japanese fandom is rather divided on their opinions on this hyena laughter. I at first didn’t like it either; I found myself pinching my nose willing myself not to laugh in the theatre. Despite it being funny at the time, it was indeed very very chilling. It wasn’t until after I watched other versions of ‘Elisabeth’ (because I just missed Furutod SO MUCH) that I realised I was REALLY missing Hyena!Tod. So I have settled with the opinion of “Hyena!Tod Hell YES!”.

“The Last Dance“

In the interview published in ‘Soen September 2019 Issue’, Furukawa shared with us that he asked costume designer Ikezawa to make this costume military based.

Though all guests attended the Imperial wedding in formal wear, Furutod chose to appear in military uniform because that was the moment he decided to declare war to Elisabeth. Quite a few years had passed between their first encounter and the wedding, and Furutod was done waiting; he was going to conquer his toy actively now.

In the song ‘the Last Dance’, Furutod made his appearance in a cool-headed manner, and he stayed so for... a few seconds. It was like he was trying very hard to remain calm, but his bottled-up impatience just could no longer be suppressed.

As Furukawa said himself before in this interview, “‘the Last Dance’, starts in gentle melody and sets the mood. But then suddenly the rock starts, and both Der Tod and the musical itself transform themselves.”

Sissi was trying to escape the room, but the Death Angels had already guarded every corner of the room. Whenever Sissi seemed to finally have found a window to escape, a minion would just spin her on her heels and push her back to the boss.

Usually, this scene is one of my least favourites in non-Takarazuka versions, because it is usually performed with too much rape-vibes. Furutod however, was not rape-y at all. In fact, he hardly ever touched more than Sissi’s hands. The scene was devoid of sexual energy - it was just war.

By the end of the song, Furutod saw how Sissi was devastated by him, and seemed to regret for a second that he used the wrong strategy. Had he not scared her, then Sissi might have been less quick to run away from him. It was very refreshing to see a version of this scene wherein Der Tod reflects on how he scared somebody unduly.

Alas, no use crying over spilt milk, Furutod shrugged it off. Before he left Sissi he bowed to her, and with a gentle smile he gestured at the pathway that the Death Angels cleared for her. Furutod reminded Sissi that whether she escapes him or not would be entirely at his mercy, just like now. “Your last dance will belong to me.” ♪♬

“I Belong to Myself”

At the crack of dawn after Sissi’s wedding night, her mother in law Sophie inspects every inch of her, and even blamed her for not having consummated the wedding with her son. Sophie dictates the rules at the Imperial court and strips Sissi of every last bit of her autonomy.

Look, ⇊ it’s Akisono Mio (Frances) on the left!

Franz hears the noise from his bride’s chamber and comes to check on her. Sissi cries out to Franz, begging him to save her from Sophiezilla. Franz - the spineless mama-boy that he is - smiles at Sissi, and has the guts to sing the following:

♪♬ “ You have to learn the duties of being Empress You need to repress yourself, that is your life from now on I am your ally, but all of Mother’s advice is for your sake” ♪♬ - Franz

Sissi will swallow none of this bs, and declares that even though her body might now be the Imperial family’s property, her soul belongs to herself alone.

I have seen a lot of whimpering Sissis who turned this power song into a damsel-in-distress-song. But Manaki Reika was full of determination and spite. It was very empowering to see. She was looking up, of course, and it makes sense because the Imperial Theatre has multiple stories of seats. But because of Manaki’s immense presence, it felt like she was declaring her autonomy to a greater existence.

Hungarian Independence

Sissi’s life was getting harder and harder. First, her husband was very busy, so the couple did not have any time to produce any children. By the second year, Sissi finally gave birth to a baby girl, but the baby was immediately taken away by Sophie. Not only did Sophie go full Disney Villain by stealing a baby, she also took the liberty of naming the child after herself.

The state was in turmoil, and Franz had trouble keeping everything together. He was willing to make a last bet on his wife’s charms, and asked Elisabeth to come with him to Hungary.

Here, Sissi saw her chance to make a move, and demanded that she would only come if Franz made his mother return baby Sophie to her. Defeated, Franz finally made his first move.

Franz was supposed to show himself in a speech wherein he declares Austrian authority over Hungary. Sissi however, showed herself in a dress in the colours of the Hungarian flag, and greeted the Hungarian people in Hungarian language and acknowledges Hungary as an independent nation. Using this political move, she managed to single-handedly win the favours of the Hungarian people who were fighting for self governance.

The Hungarian revolutionaries however, were VERY unhappy with this development. While they would have been seen as ‘heroes who fought for independence’, they would now be reduced to ‘ungrateful rebellions’.

Elemer, played by Uehara Takuya (Grell) made his move to assasinate Sissi, but was stopped by Furutod. Furutod hid Elemer’s hand that was holding a gun with his cape, and showed the revolutionaries that the Imperial guards were very close by.

Furutod gave the revolutionaries an assuring pat on the shoulders and created an opening for them to escape the guards. The revolutionaries thanked him heartily. Furutod scoffed, reminding the audience once more that Sissi’s life and death was entirely in his hands.

Just like Furukawa explained marvelously before in this interview, Furutod is “an entity that represents both life force and death; death has no meaning to human beings if there is no life, after all. Death’s power ultimately, comes from his authority over the termination of someone’s life.”

Sissi seemed to be very full of herself after she won the popularity of the Hungarian people, but Furutod would not allow her this joy. His Death Angels appear with a small coffin and presented it to her like a gift box. They opened the ‘gift’ and revealed the corpse of baby Sophie to her mother.

Sissi screeches in pain and anger, and Furutod wrapped his arms around her, again with tears streaming down his face.

♪♬ “On the eve of your wedding you danced Your eyes shining with love for me But the arms around you were the Emperor’s Do you remember? Now in my eyes too, my love for you shines But in my arms rests another Elisabeth, quickly acknowledge your love for me And realise that you will lead his Empire into ruins” ♪♬ - Der Tod

Furutod is easily the cruelest interpretation of Der Tod I have seen... and I have seen MANY. (Ack, I forgot to draw this scene... might add it later.)

Ultimatum

Sissi’s produced 3 children by now, but all were taken away by Sophie. Her only son Rudolf was but a young child, but he was being literally being whipped into discipline by Sophie. Whenever the boy would say he wanted to see his mother, Sophie would whip him, and tell him his mother is a bad influence.

Sophie did not like Elisabeth’s success in Hungary, so she had been controlling every aspect at the Austrian court.

Sissi’s had enough, and wrote an ultimatum to her husband, demanding that he needed to choose either her, or his mother. If he did not comply, then her legs door would always be closed to him.

Franz takes the letter, but did not know what to do, and left. Sissi did not seem to have a lot of faith in Franz to be able to stand up against Sophiezilla either, and almost crashes.

Then in her lowest moment, Der Tod appeared and showed her the understanding and compassion she could get nowhere else. He sings in a cooing voice:

♪♬ “Elisabeth... cry no more Rest embraced in my chest Now is the time you can finally be free in the eternal world where time never ends” ♪♬ - Der Tod

He touched her very gently, only ever guiding her with his finger tips, never pulling her. Here he respected her bodily autonomy which her husband would not.

♪♬ “Elisabeth... let us go just the two of us...” ♪♬

Sissi seemed to be falling for the temptation, and Furutod got carried away because for the first time in years, he seemed to be a bit more successful. He forgot to maintain his gentle act, and pushed Sissi down a bit too forcibly. Sissi snapped out of the dream, realising her seducer was not unlike her husband who’s been trying to force himself onto her, and pushed Der Tod away.

♪♬ “No, I will not run! It's still too soon to give up! As long as I am alive I can obtain my freedom Get out! I will never rely on you!” ♪♬ - Elisabeth

“MILK!”

‘Milk’ is such a powerful song...! Yamazaki’s powerful and slightly drunk voice is PERFECT for Lucheni... eternal sadness that 2019 is probably his last time as Lucheni...

Austria was suffering from famine, and the price of milk had sky-rocketed. Lucheni here poses as a milk merchant and sells milk to the starving people. There was barely enough milk left for one small jug however, and the people raged even further.

Lucheni then explains that all the milk is gone because it got into the bathtub of the Empress, who was using food to maintain her beauty.

♪♬ “Can the beauty of the Empress really save a nation!? Instead of looking at other countries Have some eyes for your own!” ♪♬ - Lucheni & Choir

After having successfully fueled the anger of the people, Lucheni then ships cans and cans of milk to the Imperial palace, where Sissi was having her beauty routine.

The Mirror Hall

Franz could not really keep it in his pants anymore, and finally decided to confront his mother. He gathered his courage and approached his wife, to tell her that she will have her authority as the children’s mother back, “so please, please sleep with me again.” Though this is exactly what Sissi wanted to hear, Franz started another train of spineless excuses for how he was toootally not a coward for NOT standing up against his mother, but that he merely had to abide his duty as the Emperor.

Sissi makes another power move. She showed herself in the iconic Empress Elisabeth dress, and presented herself so majestically she manages to shut her husband up. (Sorry, my art here cannot quite represent just HOW majestic she was...)

My sister’s self portrait does cover the reaction it demanded though!

When Franz wanted to get close to her, Sissi stopped Franz with but a mere hand-gesture. Though Sissi presented herself as a very elegant and perfect wife, her words carried a very strict warning that Franz should not mistake her as his property just because she’s happy he showed her basic decency.

♪♬ “I am pleased to hear your words I too wish to walk by your side, Your Majesty However, my life belongs to myself!” ♪♬ - Elisabeth

Franz was not the only one who was impressed, Furutod too had to begrudgingly admit he was one-upped by Sissi. Now that Sissi had determined to live on regardless of the hardships, Der Tod was forced to literally stay in the background, watching Elisabeth reconquering everything that was stripped away from her bit by bit.

♪♬ “Because I've permitted you another chance to live you ended up finding the purpose of life!” ♪♬ - Der Tod

The platform on which Furukawa stood rose up, and he pressed a hand onto his heart, raising his head to the sky.

Herewith, the curtains of the first Act fell (and while applauding, everybody shot up from the seats and bolted for the toilets.)

【Click here for Act 2 】

#Elisabeth #Das Musical #Furukawa Yuta #Yun #Yuntod #Furutod #Manaki Reika #Chapi #Sissi #Art Report #Review #Be prepared for ACT II #TOHO #Imperial Theatre

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atinychai · 6 years ago

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Here we go again, another cute ask that I’m more than happy to write because I need happiness and cuteness in my life.

I made all their kids different ages(still young though) because I thought that added to it, I hope you like this anon!

Ace:

➤He’s looking for his hat for the longest time and when he see’s his son wearing it he just start’s crying.

➤He has so many father issues and he always go out of his way to be there for his son-even refusing to leave the ship once on pops orders because they were sick and so to see them in his hat, acting like him-IMITATING HIM- because they want to be him..Legitimately he cries for about an hour straight and then every time he looks back at them for the next thirty minutes. The nurses actually had to hook him up with some fluids because he was getting weak from loosing so much water.

➤He’ll get his son a matching hat-even if he doesn’t ask and then when his son says it’s not actually his so it doesn’t count? Just an arrow through his heart.

➤He lets them play with his hat whenever they want. He could be halfway through sparring with somebody and if his son’s like “Dad I need your hat!” He’s going to kick his sparring partner across the ship, give his hat to his son, and then get back to business.

➤All the Whitebeard pirates think it’s cute actually and Whitebeard will call them Ace from time to time when he sees them wearing Ace’s hat-which makes the boy so happy. Ace is so thankful that everybody plays along with it.

➤They only want to be like Ace, other members have offered him their hats or notable pieces and he just sticks his tongue out and says no.

➤Ace did have to hide all matches because they took pretending to be him a little too far on one occasion.

Sabo:

➤His daughter and him fight over his hat because he will not leave the base without it-even if he loses it in a fight he needs to at least start the fight with it and as far as his daughters concerned, it’s not his-it’s theirs.

➤It makes him happy to watch her act like him while she spars with other younger revolutionaries though he does worry he’s pushing this lifestyle on her sometimes which leads to him asking her if this is really what she wants.

➤”I don’t care if it makes me a bad guy, you help people and you’re really cool when you do it so of course I want to be like you, plus, that’ll piss off whoever my grandparents are even more if they ever find out you’re alive and I’m your daughter, right?”

➤He’s so proud.

➤He’s very careful with keeping their connection private though, because if the government ever found out the two were related there’s no doubt she’d be targeted more than she already is. Yeah, she’s stronger than most preteens but she’s still just that.

➤There are moments when she’s too much like him and he gets..very concerned about her well being. She’s about as reckless as him which gets the both of them in trouble.

➤Eventually he gets her a hat of her own that’s very similar to his own but different enough to suit her. She’s so happy and she almost never takes it off.

Law:

➤When he first sees his toddler daughter wearing his hat he finds it endearing and annoying. Yes, it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and the fact that she’s pretending to order Bepo around is precious but she also stole it from his room while he was taking a nap and that he does not appreciate.

➤He watches for a bit but then he’ll take his hat back despite her protests. Even when she starts crying he doesn’t give it back. The dad part of him tells her “Stealing is wrong” to which she quickly responds, “But we’re pirates!!!”

➤He never assumed he’d be outsmarted by a three year old but here he is, being outsmarted by a three year old over a(his) hat.

➤After that he passes the rule that she can wear it whenever he’s napping because he doesn’t have need for it then but once he wakes up she has to give it back. Honestly sometimes he just pretends to be napping out on the deck keeping his eyes lidded just enough so it looks like he’s sleeping but also so he can see watch her.

➤The whole crew goes along with it, he’s never once had to ask or tell them to.

➤When he gets his new hat he gives his old one to her and because she’s so young and young kids don’t always know what to do with their emotions she just starts crying. The whole crew immediately starts giving him grief thinking he said she couldn’t have it.

➤It actually makes him really happy to see her wearing his old hat as a part of her new outfit because it’s something he was able to pass down to her.

#one piece #one piece imagine #op #op imagine #traflagar law #law imagine #traflagar law imagine #heart pirates #sabo #sabo imagine #Ace #Ace imagine #portgas d ace #portgas d ace imagine #whitebeard pirates

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arttemisses · 6 years ago

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Ooookay since we’re doing this can u tell your p.a. head cannons _inside_ the pjo universe now? (I’m actually just cheating my way through so I can get a bit of your writing but shhhhh lets pretend you don’t know that)

bea, you’re the cutest person ever !! and i love this pic of you

i. athena cares so much she can’t even handle it. she watches out for annabeth as she runs away, even though the little girl is seven and the goddess would have the power to stop her, if she wanted; she doesn’t, because she understands anger, bitterness and a desire to be free and also loved, maybe understood, and so she guides that tiny, fierce little girl until she meets two other demigods who, athena knows, would die before they let anything happen to her child.

(one of them do).

ii. poseidon hid percy from the other gods for a very long time. he wasn’t good at admitting mistakes, he knew zeus’ wrath and part of him would be devastated for sally if something ever happened to that little boy.

after fathering so many kids throughout history, he didn’t suppose he cared. not personally, at least.

iii. he does, and he discovers that quite impressively when he spots a tall, blonde woman with unmistakable gray eyes with her head tilted to her side and her gaze on percy’s tiny bedroom window. she lowers her stare slowly, new york ever so busy, cars flashing quickly in the street between them. poseidon has his fists clenched because, of course, that’s his luck, that’s how athena is, of course she would be the one to find out and heavens forbid her to do anything about it, he would–

her lips twitch ever so slightly, her gaze a promise and a challenge, and, one second later, she is gone.

iv. zeus confronts him about it the same night, and poseidon is about to tear olympus apart if his brother really thinks the solution for his “transgression” is cold-blooded murder (that’s what zeus did to his daughter, he supposes, angrily, freezing her into a god-damned tree), and, when athena enters the salon, he is about to murder her, cause he knows it’s her fucking fault his son is at risk now.

she enjoys his rage for about a half minute – that’s what he supposes she is doing, it’s what she always does; she assesses him, unmoving, gray eyes holding back everything, lips slightly parted – and when she intervenes, with that clear, soft voice he hates so much, it’s only to calm her father down because infuriating him and starting a civil war would be“unwise”.

when he leaves, she stares at him as though expecting a fucking apology, and she’d better expect it from a rock.

v. athena is prepared to face everything. she always has a plan, she always has certainties and backups, and, as percy jackson arrives at camp half-blood, she just wonders mildly whether annabeth will wait for capturing the flag to kick his butt or do it sooner, because that’s how things are.

she is not prepared, however, to see percy jackson with a stricken expression as he faces her daughter, startling green eyes blinking as he process what he sees, and he is too dumb to take in all of annabeth’s expressions, but athena isn’t.

so she sees her daughter’s hesitation, a blush creeping in her cheeks, and the way she has to raise her chin to tell him he drools to regain her pose, and then the way she leaves as thought she is running.

they are twelve, and athena is probably reading too much into things, but she wants to hide her face in her hands and repeat no over and over, cause, for that, she doesn’t have a plan at all.

vi. when poseidon learns his son is on a quest with a satyr and a daughter of athena, he is amused, because even though there are so many things percy still has to learn, and there’s no way a daughter of athena would be a bad influence, how could she be of real help? it’s not like she has powers or anything.

he learns later of the bus explosion, medusa’s trap, his son’s suicidal jump into the missouri river, ares’ quest, their stay at lotus casino and the final absurd entry into the underworld.

and he wonders if, alone, percy would have survived it all.

vii. neither of them talk about what their kids did before percy’s duel with ares, the way annabeth promised him reconciliation and used their names. they have nothing to do with silly childish promises.

viii. when annabeth goes missing, athena doesn’t know what to do. the titans have her child (her terribly-smart, brave child) and she is forbidden to do anything about it. she sees how desperate apollo is, with artemis gone, and wonders if that’s how she looks. she hates being helpless, hates those stupid laws sometimes, and hates that she can’t think of a single way to pass through them.

that’s when she sees poseidon in olympus, and he for some reason holds her gaze; she stares back, cause that’s what they do. he seems to be asking what she is waiting for, and of course he would judge her for not stepping in and saving her child herself, because he has as little regards for rules as ares has for flowers.

strangely, this is not all his eyes are telling her. they seem to be giving some advice, and athena, hands full of books, asks him back if he really think that would work, as if she could trust a kid like percy jackson with something so important.

he raises his think eyebrows, and athena sees herself relenting as proof that she is really desperate.

she finds his kid in the dams, she helps him escape, she watches over him as he holds the sky for her daughter.

she feels ashamed for her doubts.

ix. she votes against keeping him alive because that’s what she has to do, that’s what is better for olympus, and she pretends not to see his horrified expression and her daughter’s broken heart. she holds their gaze firmly, her core shaking even though she is perfectly poised, and, when she averts their eyes, she stares at his father, and, for some absurd reason, he seems to be the only one who understands.

there’s a variety of sadness in the crinkles around his eyes that athena notices very rarely.

x. “would you rather have her with him?,” is what poseidon asks, because he never seems to understand her completely. “i would rather have her alone,” athena retorts, because luke castellan betrayed her and percy jackson portrays the biggest risk she has ever seen. for them, for olympus, for her daughter. the seven-year-old girl who held her hand without realizing as her mom led her to safety. “seems lonely,” poseidon sighs, uncaring, and he doesn’t know the half of it.

xi. it’s not like they never had anything in common, athena supposes. she isn’t sure about the examples, but she is sure hating aphrodite for the joy she takes from tormenting their kids can’t be the only thing poseidon and she have ever shared. when “they hugged!” are the only words to come out of aphrodite’s mouth for the longest time, she supposes things can’t ever get worse.

until the goddess squeals “she kissed him”, and then, “on the cheek”, and even the fact that percy jackson blew up a whole mountain isn’t enough to distract her mind.

annabeth had kissed poseidon’s kid, and that definitely wasn’t on her carefully laid out plans.

xii. poseidon doesn’t mind it at all.

xiii. “they are getting married,” athena realizes, dejectedly, “if they ever make it out alive”. poseidon is by her side, something that has happened more and more frequently ever since percy and annabeth’s envolvement grew (or, as athena saw it, worsened).

“is that so bad?,” he asks her, and she doesn’t know what to make of his fondness for annabeth, because it doesn’t make sense. they’re so alike, the two of them, with the same stubbornness, the haughtiness, the pride, and how could he despise all those things in her and forgive them all in her daughter?

“don’t you think?,” she asks back, because she wants answers, but poseidon doesn’t give them.

he shrugs, and there are streaks of gray in his black hair, the lines around his eyes deeper. athena feels for him, because zeus has an army of gods by his side and he is alone in the sea. the feeling lasts half a minute, at least, and she wonders if that’s how he feels.

xix. they get married, and it’s beautiful, and athena had never been to a kid’s wedding before. she behaves as if it’s an olympian meeting, because she is not sure she is allowed to display emotions, after everything that happened, after everything she failed at doing.

it’s crazy how they both survived that, it’s crazy how, at the altar, they look so young and so happy and so alive.

she is at the back of the ceremony, because she doesn’t want to disturb frank and his beautiful family, but poseidon is upfront, because he has no shame, and because he can laugh with percy’s mom’s boyfriend even though the woman is reddened to the roots of her brown hair.

athena’s lips curl without her notice, and every women at the party is about to cry, and she wonders if she is, too, a little. annabeth’s head turn back, watered gray eyes so similar to hers, and athena finally cracks.

xx. poseidon seems to know this, somehow, because he looks back, too, and holds her gaze, and has the audacity to wink as though to say, i knew it could work. athena isn’t sure if he is referring to the wedding, the war, or even the formidable and unsteady truce they had established for the last months; and he is so cocky, so proud, so absurd…

… that she stares back, because that’s what they do, but she doesn’t wipe her tears nor hide her small smile.

it feels honest, and real, and impossible, and she has always been a great fan of these three things.

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i’m sorry it turned out to be this huge!!! i just loved writing it, so thank you very very much

#cecília speaks #should have been a small thing but i guess that's me #i love this otp so much #p.a.

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altruria-archived · 7 years ago

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TAGGED BY: i stole it from @avindicta 👀 TAGGING: whoever wants to do it. just say i tagged you, i’m curious.

RULES : Answer the questions in a new post and tag some blogs you wanna get to know better!

A - AGE : 25. Soon. B - BIRTHPLACE : Switzerland. C - CURRENT TIME : 1:42am. D - DRINK YOU HAD LAST : Water. E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO : Two dear friends of mine & the husband. F - FAVORITE SONG : I could never choose honestly. But Human by Sevdaliza is one i often get back to (actually her whole album i love her). G - GROSSEST MEMORY : Wow. Good question. I actually have no idea — maybe that one time when I worked at the hospital for the summer and we had to clean a delivery room (y’know, were babies are born). For some reason there was blood on the ceiling 👀 H - HORROR YES OR HORROR NO : Fun fact, when i was a teenager we used to watch a truckload of horror movie why one of my sisters (like, really, in the morning before school, at noon after eating & during the evening bc why not i guess) but nowadays i just can’t watch theses anymore. i got old & a big baby. I - IN LOVE ? : Yes. J - JEALOUS OF PEOPLE : More like envious, honestly. K - KILLED SOMEONE : 👀 (wtf is that question) L - LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR SHOULD I WALK BACK BY AGAIN ? : I don’t know? Love is weird man. M - MIDDLE NAME(s): Joanna N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : Four. Three sisters, one brother. All younger than me. O - ONE WISH : Like, what if I wished to have infinite wishes, would that work. I would do that. P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST : No idea. I hate talking on the phone sooo. I guess it was my mother-in-law, though. Q - QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED : “Sure you’re alright?” all that because I tend to have a really neutre/almost annoyed expression when I’m not doing anything special. R - REASON TO SMILE : So many things, tbh. Like, my son, for one. He’s the cutest. Animals, too, I’m weak af. Even seeing other people being happy makes me smile. S - SONG YOU SANG LAST : Welp I don’t even realize it when I sing along something, so probably what I’m currently listening to. Which is this. T - TOP 3 FICTIONAL CHARACTERS : I hate choosing gdi. But well, Wonder Woman (i’m sure everyone is surprised), Yennefer of Vengerberg & Ostara (American Gods) U - UNDERWEAR COLOR : ... mostly black, surprisingly. V - VACATION : I’d like to visit like, Iceland or Norway. W - WHEN’S YOUR BIRTHDAY : October 27th X - XRAYS : Yeah, a few times. Y - YOUR FAVORITE FOOD : Can I say like, food? I like eating. But well, this thing that’s typical & traditional of where I’m from. Z - ZODIAC SIGN : Scorpio

#⚕┊ᵒᶠ ˢᵃᶫᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵉᵉˢ. ( ooc. )#👀👀👀👀👀👀 )

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garden-ghoul · 8 years ago

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I can’t believe it’s not the Shibboleth of Fëanor

“starting early out of fear that another farcical thing will prevent me from reading the shibboleth”

Chris’ notes on the shibboleth begin by saying that he has left out a huge number of phonology notes, which I sort of resent although I wouldn’t have read them anyway. Look Chris, if someone has made it here they’re probably enough of a linguistics nerd that they could get SOMETHING out of those. Don’t be a wimp.

Wait, did the exiled Noldor all speak Sindarin while they were in Beleriand? Like all of them? Maybe this shibboleth essay will clarify what the difference actually is between Quenya and Sindarin--I was under the impression that the latter was a language specifically invented and spoken by the green elves in Ossiriand, although I don’t know whether I ever had a reason for thinking that. “In any case, it is impossible to believe that any of the Noldor ever became unfamiliar with the sound þ,” Tolkien assures us. He then goes on to imply that this is ONLY because the Vanyar and Teleri still remembered what þ was.

Anyway, let’s look at how it went down. Feanor was one of the chief linguistic loremasters (!) at the time. This guy is such an obnoxious polymath. He really does have a tiny hammer for the metaphors. Tolkien mentions that his mom Miriel has Very Good Enunciation and is also ridiculously good at embroidery. I’m not sure whether that second one will be relevant, but she is very adamant on continuing to use þ rather than s because that’s how it was when she was a kid. And she makes her whole family use þ too, at the very least when pronouncing her name (Þerinde, or needlewoman)

Feanor loved his mother dearly, though except in obstinacy their characters were widely different.

Ugh. I’m 100% sold on Feanor and Miriel now. This is the cutest shit. I also want to register how glad I am that elves have milk names. I’m wondering what culture Tolkien got that from, because he only really seemed to be into Germanic and Celtic cultures and I haven’t heard anything about that there? omg here’s an even better quote about them:

While she lived she did much with gentle counsel to soften and restrain Feanor. Her death was a lasting grief to him, and both directly and by its further consequences a main cause of his later disastrous influence on the history of the Noldor.

Word of the author says if Miriel had been around Feanor wouldn’t have done so much stupid shit. Should have! thought about what his mom would say! instead of killing hundreds of people at Alqualonde huh!!

Miriel cites the birth of Feanor as the cause of the weariness that made her want to be dead. She assures him that it’s because he’s just too great, but that’s still got to hurt. Having your mom publicly acknowledge that she invented death because she was so tired of you she wanted to die. Holy fuck!

The Valar are ultra dismayed by this, because they keep asking her when she’ll come back to her body and she keeps going “leave me alone!!” and Not Actually Wanting To Be Alive is the one and only disease they can’t heal! Also Finwe is depressed now. The Valar panic. While Finwe is just walking all over Aman because he’s too depressed to stay in one place he walks into Indis, a local(ish) Vanya, and realizes she has had a crush on him for centuries. The process of deciding that they want to get married is handwaved in 5 words, and they go ask the Valar if it’s actually okay. The Valar think leaving Finwe to mourn forever is cruel and letting him get married again is illegal. Y’all. who made the laws. Who made them? Was it you, Manwe?

Since this has nothing whatsoever to do with linguistics anyway I’m going to interject my own thing about the Athrabeth. Andreth made the point that if the fea and hroa aren’t united by love, the body is like a chain. Obviously Miriel’s fea and hroa are not united, and she perceives her son as a chain of duty keeping her on Arda! She has the depression, just like every human, but everyone is super confused by this because depression was supposed to be invented for humans a long time from now. That is--the Eldar were not supposed to be able to “get tired of things.” This is addressed by Andreth’s “grown-up children” comment; elf psychology is fundamentally different from human psychology. What this means is that Miriel invented being mentally ill, I guess. “Just try yoga!” everyone told her, but she insisted on staying dead. Truly a hero of our time.

While I was sidetracked, the Valar made a ruling that Miriel can never ever return to her body now, even if she gets un-depressed. This is another one of those bewildering Catholic things, I guess, where it seems more just to condemn someone to death than to allow a divorce. Or like, their godly DNA was just written too Catholic for them to be able to understand the concept. Anyway Feanor blames Indis for taking his mother away Forever, even though he should really be blaming Manwe, and instantiates a Grudge against her and her children.

Into the strife and confusion of loyalties in that time this seemingly trivial matter, the change of þ to s, was caught up to its embitterment, and to lasting detriment to the Quenya tongue. Had peace been maintained there can be no doubt that the advice of Feanor, with which all the other loremasters privately or openly agreed, would have prevailed. But an opinion in which he was certainly right was rejected because of the follies and evil deeds into which he was later led. He made it a personal matter: he and his sons adhered to þ, and they demanded that all those who were sincere in their support should do the same. Therefore those who resented his arrogance, and still more those whose support later turned to hatred, rejected his shibboleth.

This is really funny to me? Like he was such an asshole that everyone started using s just to spite him. Even Indis of the Vanyar (a þ people if there ever was one) started using s!! It’s like she was trying to aggravate him! No, actually, literally all the Noldor were using s at this point, and Indis just wanted Finwe to like her. When in Rome, et c. Feanor not only thought this was a personal slight toward his mother, he also thought it was a PLOT of the Valar, inspired by ‘fear of his powers’ to ‘oust him from leadership of the Noldor.’ Holy fuck, man, I don’t even know what to do with you. Nobody would care if you didn’t make such a big deal out of it. This is some curse of the Uchiha bullshit right here, he’s just making up reaþons to be mad bc of Loþt Love.

So Feanor tells all his kids that they are better than everyone elþe because they use þ. Now I have to wonder about Nerdanel and how that courtship went. Preþumably he told her she had to þtart uþing hiþ shibboleth or elþe they couldn’t get married.

Oh, look! A bit about Galadriel! She is considered the greatest of the Noldor, which is pretty great, and also understandable considering she is the only one who didn’t get herself killed for a stupid reason. She is the tallest person, like, ever and “a match for both the loremasters and the athletes of the Eldar.” Also her hair was so messy that the light of Telperion and Laurelin got caught in it, unfortunate. Feanor was so astonished by the idea of being able to catch the light of the Trees that he kept bothering her for “a tress” (isn’t that like, a lot of hair?). No sorry he must have asked for a treþþ.

From her earliest years she had a marvellous gift of insight into the minds of others, but judged them with mercy and understanding, and she withheld her goodwill from none save only Feanor.

She ended up following Feanor to Beleriand primarily so she could thwart him at every turn, I love her. She is also too proud to ever renounce her exile and return to Valinor... for like seven thousand years. By the end of the Third Age she was wise enough, finally, to go back. We jump back to when she was just a baby to note that even though her father Finarfin used þ since he hung out with the Teleri all the time and she was therefore raised in a þ household, Galadriel hated Feanor so much that she used s anyway.

After this there are some notes on names! Answers a question that always made me roll my eyes, “why does everyone’s names sound the same??” Elda kids were given a father name at birth that sounded like their dad’s name, and later were given a mother name that described their character because all moms are prophets. What the fuck. They might also get an after name that describes some characteristic or accomplishment, as well as potentially a self name if they just want something cooler (stares at Turin).

The 'true names' remained the first two, but in later song and history any of the four might become the name generally used and recognized. The true names were not however forgotten by the scribes and loremasters or the poets, and they might often be introduced without comment. To this difficulty - as it proved to those who in later days tried to use and adapt Elvish traditions of the First Age as a background to the legends of their own heroes of that time and their descendants - was added the alteration of the Quenya names of the Noldor, after their settlement in Beleriand and adoption of the Sindarin tongue.

I know this difficulty well, as a guy who has read some fanfiction. Introduced without comment indeed.

We ALSO get an answer to the Finwe/Olwe/Ingwe/Elwe question! That suffix derives from ewe, meaning person. So they were Hair Person, ??? Person, Top/Chief Person, and Star person. Except no those are just speculations, and probably the Eldar didn’t all have to have “meaningful” names, which I like. aaahahahaha also the reason they came up with Sindarin names for everyone is because they were Sensitive To Aesthetics and felt really weird saying a Quenya name when speaking Sindarin. Elves!!

It turns out we’ve been using Feanor’s Sindarin name this whole time! Partially Sindarinized. Whatever. Now I understand about Feanaro I guess. On to his half-siblings: Findis was just a portmanteau baby, UNFORTUNATE. It also turns out the Finwe just straight up named EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS SONS FINWE. And later added something when it became clear what they were good at; Feanor got kuru- (craft?), Fingolfin got nolo- (wisdom), and Finarfin got ara- (nobility, bc he was nice). The reason Feanor’s name sounds different from his half-siblings is that he Sindarinized his mother name and they their father names. Like of course he only wanted to be known by his mother name. THAT GUY.

No sorry I got this wrong, this is awful; Finwe (father name) Nolofinwe (mother name) --> Fin Golfin --> Fingolfin in Sindarin.

Fingolfin had prefixed the name Finwe to Nolofinwe before the Exiles reached Middle-earth. This was in pursuance of his claim to be the chieftain of all the Noldor after the death of Finwe, and so enraged Feanor that it was no doubt one of the reasons for his treachery in abandoning Fingolfin and stealing away with all the ships.

SCREAMS. THIS IS SO DUMB. FEANOR NEVER STOPS GETTING MAD ABOUT HOW PEOPLE PRONOUNCE WORDS. Finarfin only prefixed his name after his brother’s death meant that he was supposed to be the next king, so I guess there was a long period where you had Fingolfin and Arfin. All Fingolfin’s sons got -kano suffixes, meaning ‘minor commander,’ transliterated into Sindarin as -gon. And HERE we find the information that Fingon “wore his long dark hair in great plaits braided with gold.” And I feel Triumph, because I have discovered a valid origin for another fandom Thing I kind of thought was totally arbitrary. SO much is made by this fandom of one-sentence throwaways, but I guess that’s what you have to do when nine out of ten sentences are about linguistics.

There’s some stuff about Arafinwean names I don’t care about too much, except for Aegnor--this was his mother name, Aikanaro, meaning ‘fell fire.’ Partially because he had Fire In His Eyes (indicating he loved to fight) and also his hair was stiff and stood up on his head like fire. Holy shit I love this he has gone up the to-draw list by like 5 places.

Ooh and it says Turgon reestablished Quenya as Gondolin’s lingua franca, that’s just so Turgon.

Lastly (I hope) let’s take a look at some Curufinwean names. Recorded largely for my own future reference because I’m assuming the two people reading this already know. [Maedhros] Nelyafinwe (’the third Finwe’ since his father and grandfather were also named Finwe) Maitimo (’hottie’) Russandol (’copper-top’ for his red hair; grandpa Mahtan had the nickname ‘fox’). also notes that he wore a copper circlet. [Maglor] Kanafinwe (’strong-voiced Finwe’) Makalaure (’a metaphor about harps’) [Celegorm] Turkafinwe (’no one’s neck’s as incredibly thick as Finwe’) Tyelkormo/Tyelko (’hasty’) Curufin is just Kurufinwe, his dad’s own name bc he’s the favorite child and also pretty good at crafting I guess. Mother name is Atarinke (’little father,’ because his only characteristic is how much he is just like Feanor) [Caranthir] Morifinwe (’dark Finwe’ because he has black hair) Carnistir (’aww he’s blushing’) (don’t you mean Carniþtir?) [Amras] Pityafinwe (’little Finwe’ awww) Ambarussa (indicating that he and his twin also have red hair, which I am enormously smug about predicting, still) [Amrod] Telufinwe (’last Finwe’; when Feanor said NO MORE KIDS) Ambarto

So basically they all used their mother names except Curufin. Veeeery interesting.

The story is that Nerdanel named the twins BOTH the name Ambarussa and when Feanor begged her to at least give them different names (’look! I made minimum effort! you do it too!’) she said “I will change one of their names to Ambarto, by lottery.” Later she prophecies that one of them will not set foot on Middle Earth and he... names the dead twin with her extra name when he gets burned alive with the ships. Also of significance here, I think, is that Curufin is the one he recruited to help him burn the ships, because he only trusts himself. Fucked up.

#this one made me realize why I like e being pronounced as i more than I like actual i #it's because I get to add approximants! sorry I am a bad choir guy I love approximants #silm #this is a long one folks

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firebunnylover · 8 years ago

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Hannah Watches LOSH - Child’s Play

Okay, so before I get into the review, let me clarify something on episode order for the next for episodes. The production order was “Child’s Play”, “Lightning Storm”, “Brain Drain” and “The Substitutes”. But the order in which the episodes were released/aired is “Brain Drain”, “Lightning Storm”, “The Substitutes”, and then “Child’s Play”.

I will review these in the production order once again. Now as for why the episode produced first was aired last of the four mixed up episodes, maybe it fell behind schedule and they pushed the others ahead or got in trouble with censors. But some of that seems dubious because of a reference made to it in another episode.

With that in mind, let’s proceed to the review.

Child’s Play

This episode has one of the best openings. Superman and Brainy together at a coffee shop. While Superman comments how he can’t get over 31st century tech, Brainy is getting coffee. Seems a bit like a date. Reason #1 why censors would have refused letting the episode air, maybe? Wait. That must mean that the story boards were gayer for this part...

IF NO ONE HEARS FROM ME AGAIN ASSUME I HAVE DIED ON A SEARCH FOR THE LOSH STORYBOARDS.

However, the muffins that are baking come to life and cause Brainy to drop his coffee. Staff at the coffee shop must have cried at the loss of merchandise.

Going outside, the two see that a building has come to life. When Brainy says it’s a kind of illusion, it starts to rain cats and dogs, literally, making Superman say it feels real.

Brainy says whoever is causing the weirdness, it must be a being with a lot of power. And then we see who it is.

A kid.

When seeing the kid, Brainy says he finds it very unlikely he’s the cause of the “anomalies”.

As a train is about to run into him, the kid zaps it, and it grows wings and flies away.

DENIAL

Watching Superman freeze the wings on the train (he doesn’t let it fall, don’t worry), the kid asks what kind of magic it is.

Aww poor nerd.

Superman comes over and asks the kid who they are. Revealing themselves as Zyx, Superman asks them if they can change everything back, showing several other buildings have been changed.

Zyx does so after saying “I guess.”

I love the “I dunno” sound. Every time.

While Zyx is busy using magic to make little figures appear – including Empress’s eyeball, a green lantern, Doctor Fate’s helmet – Superman and Brainy discuss taking him to the HQ. Brainy does not like the idea, saying it’s bad, but Superman says it will keep him out of trouble.

Going to HQ, we see the three Triplicate Girls playing chess against themselves. First time since… the first episode. Concerning.

Zyx appears and then uses magic on the game.

Rude, Zyx.

And then the pieces start to attack the girls.

When Saturn Girl and Superman enter the room, Zyx proceeds to run. When Saturn Girl tells him to hold still so that she can run a mind probe to find out where he’s from, he says it’s nothing but rules, and he’s having more fun where he is now. Clearly not making things easy.

After making her earrings to big/heavy for her to fly, Superman tries to catch him. And he does this.

JUST DROP HIM IN FRONT OF B5’S ROOM AND HE MIGHT BELIEVE IN MAGIC.

Brainy and Phantom Girl are then seen discussing Zyx’s powers. Brainy says the source is inconclusive, despite running an analysis. When Phantom Girl suggests its magic, he makes this face.

Oh Brainy.

Phantom Girl then says her mom once told her about a sorcerer’s world. So does this mean her mom is sharing sensitive info, or that B5 just excluded places that claim to use magic in his analysis?

OMG HIS FACE AT THE END

He then says it wouldn’t hurt to double check, and tells her to call her mom.

Sounds a little upset there.

At least we finally see Phantom Girl’s room. And it sounds like Mom has dealt with messes Phantom Girl has been involved in. Privileged but misunderstood act again?

Saying that if Zyx is from Zarok and that they would be in serious trouble, Winema tells Phantom Girl that the people there are backwards and dangerous when she asks if they can just call them up to pick Zyx up. She then further adds Zarok severed ties with the UP centuries ago, AND unless Zyx decides to move on, they are stuck with him.

After she leaves her room, we see that Comet and Cupid have escaped captivity at the zoo. Lightning Lad says it looks like the cages malfunctioned, and Phantom Girl comments it took a week for SP to catch them.

The SP is not good at their job.

Judging by how he goes “Yee-Haw!” when going to catch them, I’m Bouncing Boy watches western movies though.

When Zyx tries to join them to catch Comet and Cupid as well, Lightning Lad tells him to stay out of trouble.

Wonder how that’s going to work out.

When Superman, Saturn Girl and Bouncing Boy catches one of them – I’m sorry but I haven’t seen any obvious distinction between the two pets – he calls Brainy up to ask if the barrier at the zoo was fixed.

But Brainy says they were perfectly fine.

He’s taking up the older brother position~

But rather doing as he’s told, Zyx starts goofing around, in a Superman-like outfit, with a Z instead of an S.

Oof. The pets beating him up is apparently becoming routine.

When it seems like the pet is going to charge at him straight on, Saturn Girl makes it sleep.

It also makes the cutest snoring sound

While Superman tries to calmly talk to him about what he just did, Lightning Lad snaps, saying someone could have gotten hurt. Phantom Girl tries to calm him down, but he says if Zyx can’t follow rules, he should go home. A little overboard with how angry he got. Then again he was almost eaten.

Zyx is not happy with that, and proceeds to turn Lightning Lad into a rat. And then he turns into a cat. And eats him.

But thankfully, Lightning Lad gets out of Zyx mouth with his lightning powers. But Zyx chases after him, trying to zap him with magic again.

Bouncing Boy gets into the middle of it, telling them to break it up. But Zyx then does this.

Superman tells him to change them back, but Zyx refuses.

Queen of faces.

Brainy tries to capture Zyx, but his arms are turned into snakes, which Superman pins down for a while, telling him this isn't what superheroes do.

I love the way he says that. Plus, considering villain songs tend to be the best songs, he’s got a point.

We finally see Superman learn one of his weaknesses. His vulnerability to magic.

Seeing this, Phantom Girl decides to go to Zarok to find help, and Saturn Girl makes a diversion to give her time to get away.

Poor Superman.

... Here are the screenshots of his face when spooked.

Saturn Girl makes an illusion of her to distract Zyx, but he makes a telescope to see through it, and then sets a bunch of flying alarm clocks on her. I would have straight up murdered him for that.

But he then sees Phantom Girl escaping to the cruiser which Triplicate Girl brought, tries to stop her, but fails as the cruiser goes into a wormhole. Then throws a tantrum she got away.

Of course, nothing is that easy.

Claiming he was getting bored of the Legion, Zyx then looks at the rest of New Metropolis. Oh geez.

Returning to Phantom Girl and Triplicate Girls (the ship is full of her now), we see that Winema comes on the line to talk with her daughter. There is no sign of Zarok though.

But we do get a bit of a bonding moment with Winema and Phantom girl though. Apparently Winema’s first mission in Open Service was to reconnect with Zarok, around the same age Phantom Girl was, and says she failed.

Just when she says diplomacy won’t work with Zarok, a British/Scottish officer of Zarok arrives. When Phantom Girl says she’s on an urgent mission, he tells her she’ll have to go to the high council. And when she complains she can’t find the planet, he reveals it to her.

Back at Earth. Zyx has made himself a giant and is stomping around the whole place.

But the magic he casted on most of the Legion is wearing off.

Brainy is a precious nerd.

MY POOR SON

Bouncing Boy states his concern on what a whole planet of magical beings will do to Phantom Girl.

Which we then see is paper work. And sending her to a long line for appeals.

And then she is sent to Customs. Where she fights a bunbun.

What a tough bunbun.

While she gets approval, PG is still sent to the appeal line.

Luckily though, someone from the Council gives her the OK to let them hear her.

Back at earth again, we see Superman manages to knock over Zyx, but then Zyx hits him with magic.

OH ****

Superman is saved from being squashed by Saturn Girl, who then tries to talk Zyx into stopping, but he refuses. Little brat.

Aww poor nerd.

However, Bouncing Boy puts himself between B5 and Zyx said that his victory wasn’t much because he messed with their powers.

After Zyx tells them he can bet them full strength any day, Superman tells him to prove it.

Agreeing to it, Zyx chucks him to a baseball stadium, gives his Superpowers back and turns into a drake that breaths fire.

Rescuing you and science.

Or buying time, likes Saturn Girl says.

Phantom Girl meanwhile gets the Council to agree on going to retrieve Zyx. But the bylaws determine her presence as a hostile act. And that the UP and Zarok are at war now. Wow. That place needs to brush up on the laws.

We take a quick break from Zarok to check back on Earth, where Superman freezes Zyx for a moment, then gets caught by him in starfish form (I know im wrong on what Zyx is suppose to be but gimme some slack), then uses heat vison on him.

After Zyx changes forms several times, he decides to make a statue come to life with Superman’s powers.

Getting back to the Council on Zarok, PG tries to talk to them to stop the attack. The main guy seems to be sympathetic, but they are bound.

Oh Tinya.

But then we hear from one of the council members that the rules can neither be altered or amended. Oh. That explains a lot.

And back at Earth, again, we see while he’s sitting back, Zyx is starting to break a bit of a sweat. When Saturn Girl does a mind probe, she finds that Zyx’s powers are being put in a big strain. Which B5 says that if they all attack at once, they could push him over.

After that, Brainy starts up the Stadiums operating system, turning the lights on to max. And the microphone/speakers, which Bouncy takes advantage of.

Returning to Zarok, the Council tells PG that they will get Zyx back after the war. With that info, she uses her position as a representative of the UP to surrender, which has the Council head call off the attack.

You had to do it gurl.

Switching back to Earth, Zyx is unable to focus as the Legion keeps wearing him down. Finally reaching is limit, he turns into a bomb and goes off. And passes out.

When Superman is questioning how to clean up the mess Zyx was responsible for, the Council’s head arrives and does it for them.

Poor trash baby.

Council Head apologizes to Winema and the Legion for Zyx, and praises Phantom Girl to her mom. And states it is time for Zarok to open up with the United Planets. Winema seems stunned, but manages to compose herself.

Oh… don’t tell me they were… BRAIN DONT GO THERE

We know where Phantom Girl got her facial expressions now at least.

So final thoughts on the episode overall and characters

While this episode has its moments, I feel it is one of the weak ones of the whole show.

Still no clear answers why it came out as the last episode of the four that got mixed up.

I just don’t enjoy it overall as much as other episodes. Mostly because there isn’t much character development.

Zarok overall was interesting to look at. Despite how messed up it was with laws. And the people in the Council had cool designs as well. Now concerning the head guy - I liked how he was held up by his cape rather than standing up, but I’m pretty sure part of his outfit is Egyptian-inspired.

Now I’m not of Egyptian descent, so I don’t have any right to say what is appropriating the culture and what isn’t, but the outfit is slightly concerning, given the guy seems to be white.

Nice recall on Comet and Cupid, as short as it was.

Zyx as a villain… is not very strong, in comparison to other villains in the show. He’s mostly a brat. A psychopathic brat. Who at this point, shouldn’t have magic. But he’s so energetic, which can be fun to watch.

And he gets the grumpiest Brainy reactions out to date.

Speaking of our little green nerd, we see that he is very dubious about magic and only admits Zyx’s powers are magic to get Zyx to stop rampaging. Aww. But we also see him getting coffee, so that means Coluans can consume food to some extent in this universe.

Bouncing Boy is so good to see. He was willing to put himself between Brainy who had just humiliated himself by admitting Zyx’s powers are magic and the kid who splattered him on the wall. He will protect his friends from all harm. I would give my life for him.

We also finally see Triplicate Girl again. After 6 episodes – which causes a bit of alarm. In terms of her role in this episode, it’s very minimal. Adding this to reasons why this episode is one of the weaker ones.

Lightning Lad can’t catch a break. He nearly gets eaten by one of the pets, and then gets turned into a rat, nearly eaten alive by Zyx, caught in Bouncing Boy splatter, and stays under Zyx’s spell the longest. If anything, he was in a form that portrays him accurately. Now regarding his outburst, it was a bit of a overreaction and wasn’t going to work with Zyx. But given what we learn later on, I think I have a general idea what was going through his head. Will discuss in next review so I don’t spoil anything.

With Saturn Girl, we get another hint on her limits to her powers. In the second episode, she needed Timber Wolf to be calm, and in this episode she needed Zyx to stay still. So it’s easier for her to use her powers on people when they are relaxed. Does that go for really personal stuff or just the basics?

Because in the second episode, she used it to figure out what happened to Timber Wolf, and was going to use it to figure out where Zyx was from. Now Timber Wolf was obviously more difficult given how traumatic it was, but who knows.

I’m not sure if this is what Superman needed after Drax. On one hand, Zyx doesn’t have the same creep factor Drax does – thank god. But he learned one thing about his abilities, and that the invulnerability does not extend to magic. And he learned it the hard way.

So… he got one answer at least.

But let’s discuss the part when he loses his powers.

In episode one, he is doing everything he can to hide them from everyone, despite using them for good. And then he comes to the 31st century, where he doesn’t have to hide them. And then he loses them. He probably would have more conflicted feelings about no longer having his powers in the beginning of episode one. But now, he’s comfortable with them. He’s managing to adjust to them, and knows they are important. So he’s more horrified now.

But even when he doesn’t have powers, he still challenges Zyx. This boy has gotten a much-needed confidence boost from Episode 1. I’m so proud of him.

And then we get Phantom Girl and her Mom.

We see Phantom Girl can act diplomatically, even with an insane society like Zarok, which probably helps in missions a lot. I think it also showed when she tries to get Lightning Lad to calm down (before he turned into a rat). Because I don’t think yelling at Zyx was going to help, and she knew that.

But she is not the best at keeping her cool. But it’s completely understandable, given she was sent to the appeal line at her freak out moment, after surviving a fight with a bunbun.

Plus we also see she’s good at last minute thinking. Her ideas may not always be the best, but they work.

Now with Winema, we see her in a different position from Champions. Rather than trying to set her up with guys, she is trying to give her daughter guidance on sensitive issues like the UP’s relation with Zarok. And scolding her at some points in the episode.

Regarding the fact that she never told PG about her attempt to open communication up with Zarok, I think she wants to be someone for her daughter to look up at. Which probably implies not mentioning her failures when she was younger.

Plus, we never get one mention of a dad in the picture. So i think it’s possible Winema is a single mom. Go Winema.

And at the end, we see that she has the same facial expression as her daughter. What a good touch of detail.

Welp, that’s all I have for this episode. Don’t worry, next episode will have more.

So. Much. More.

#losh #Hannah Watches LOSH #legion of superheroes #superman #brainiac 5 #phantom girl #zyx

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tentaculi · 7 years ago

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ULTIMATE SHIP | meme // @theimpalpable

General:

How long will they last? uh, THEY BETTER LAST FOREVER because i love them with every fiber of my being so !!!!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? i think there was definitely feelings right away?? the thing is that these two are so shy and innocent that it took both of them some time before they were like ho woah okay i like you !!

How was their first kiss? THE CUTEST EVER??? because that meant that caradoc took serum for her and my heart just is so full of love when i think about that??

Wedding:

Who proposed? CARADOC. she asked him to be her boyfriend and i could see him wanting to make the next milestone advance. ( though i guess them sharing a room would technically be the next one but shhhh ).

Who is the best man/men? LOGAN his superbro !!

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? since this family is full of boys ( wth @ the genetics ) i would say that willow probably had lexine and poppy as her bridesmaids.

Who did the most planning? i could see them equally sharing the planning? getting married and putting a real stamp on forever is something that totally excites them both.

Who stressed the most? maybe willow? you know she hits emotions easily and i could see doc being the one that calms her down during those moments.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? uhhhhhhhhh marianna and probably brandon?? maybe doc invited brandon though as another olive branch attempt but i think for sure, for sure marianna was not !!!! invited

Sex:

Who is on top? ( me just going through this is making willow blush )…. but probably they switch? i just see what they do as sweet and tender so.. whatever position they end up in is the position they end up in.

Who is the one to instigate things? i don’t think really either one of them does and more so it develops naturally from kissing and etc.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ( i only say a nine – would have been a ten but – because these two don’t rely on sex and both have that understanding. due to the special circumstances of their relationship they relish in the small touches, the sweetness, of their relationship instead of climbing on top of each other. | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 (IMAGINE THE BLUSHING THAT HAPPENS ALREADY i could not imagine these two being in the next category lmao ) | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? i think it really depends on each session individually, though perhaps sometimes on the shorter side and then others on the longer? only reason i say this is because with doc being under serum it’s not like he can…. build endurance as well u H

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? i would say yes but also… i see doc being like, a real giver / pleaser? making sure she’s taken care of just because that’s how he is in their every day life already.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? TWO BEAUTIFUL BOYS.

How many children will they adopt? we’ve never talked about this before but i think it would be something willow would be open to. though, we’ve established that the boys are the only kiddos so maybe it was talked about and they decided two was enough?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? i see this being equal but both have a hard time sometimes because WOW POOP and get a little squeamish… maybe.

Who is the stricter parent? probably willow? even though i don’t really see her bringing down the hammer all that often. their both so lighthearted with the boys, not that they need to be anything more, since their kiddos don’t really get in trouble or overstep bounds.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? willow ( insert side eye emoji )

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? willow! they will be simple ones ( until lex teaches her how to cook ) but she’s definitely the one who does. besides, doc is probably gone due to work a lot of the time that early so it makes sense.

Who is the more loved parent? NEITHER. they are both loved and cherished by evan and farren equally, who express their love in their own ways.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? i think both, definitely. raising their children together and being on the same page when it comes to their education + life is very important to both of them.

Who cried the most at graduation? oh, please, they both cried equally. i think on some level there was a point in both willow and caradoc’s life where they weren’t sure a family would ever be possible so seeing their boys walk across the stage…. showing how far they’ve come together and as a family? yeah, they’re both crying.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? doc, probably. willow would just be a all huffy the whole time but i’m not sure either kid would be in such severe trouble?

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? hahahah doc…. though i guess i should say lexine, huh!

Who is the most picky in their food choice? willow and she’s not really picky… we just know doc can sometimes be a black hole.

Who does the grocery shopping? i think both? though they probably weren’t great at it at first… had to grow into adult grocery shopping.

How often do they bake desserts? never because lexine does that. girl, hooks it up for these two babes.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? i’d say meat???

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? both do it!

Who is more likely to suggest going out? i think this is also a shared thing. one time it’s doc, another time it’s willow.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? …… eeesh willow.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? i think that willow’s job isn’t always as demanding as the deadlines that doc has to meet – so often she’s at home and will clean up the entire house when she can, room included!

Who is really against chores? they both are. c’mon, chores suck! but they do them.

Who cleans up after the pets? they both share but since mr. fluffy was a gift from doc willow makes sure to clean up after him as much as possible! her pup, her responsibility…. but we all know doc will take him for a walk / clean up / love on him too.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? hahahah maybe doc.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? i don’t think either stress, really? their guests usually consists of the family or extended family so they’re all people they are comfortable around.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? doc, that lucky son of a –

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? willow, probably? i could see her doing it for the sake of looking like a prune and only to show doc her pruney fingers. lmao, why is she like this?

Who takes the dog out for a walk? both!! probably together more often than not but when doc isn’t home ( due to work, etc – maybe highjacked by logan ) she’ll walk him on her own.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? ALL THE TIME. willow loves, loves, loves christmas so you bet they take holiday pictures and everything.

What are their goals for the relationship? to grow and love one and other, through the good and the bad, the easy and the hard, for the rest of their lives.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? doc if he could…. i’m js.

Who plays the most pranks? probably doc though willow gets her jabs in too!!!

#OUR BaBIEssSS #the naive ( responds. )#the naive ( i found myself in you. )#the naive ( watermelon dummies. )#theimpalpable

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 8 years ago

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Scarlet Heart Ryeo: Episode 12 Part 1 (Spoilers)

Ok so let’s start off by saying I despise the king. Get rid of Hae Soo indeed! It’s like the king is trying as hard as possible to make his sons hate him…

Hae Soo is told she must leave without saying goodbye to the princes. *Hae Soo immediately drags her tortured feet right to Wang So* Me: *crying already* otp

I CANNOT WITH THIS COUPLE OMG. SHE TRIES TO CUT HIM LOOSE SO HE WILL NOT SUFFER ANYMORE AND HE IS LIKE NAH ALSO HE STEALS A KISS AND IT IS ACTUALLY REALLY CUTE AND SHE IS SURPRISED AND THEN HE SAYS HE WILL BORROW HER PIN FOR GOOD LUCK AND THEN HE WALKS OFF BUT HIS SMILE FALLS SLIGHTLY LIKE HE IS HOPEFUL BUT IS ALSO STILL IN MUCH PAIN AND ALSO HAS LIKE .002% SELFWORTH AND IDK WHAT TO DO FOR MY POOR SON

OMG HE TURNS WITH tHE MoST ADORABLE SMILE EVER AND THE CUTEST HANDWAVE I AM DECEASED

LOOK I KNOW HAE SOO IS A BIT TORN UP LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY BUT GIRL I WOULD RUN AFTER SO AND DO LIKE A JUMP HUG ON HIS BACK AND KISS HIM FOREVER

Um yeah Wook just turn your sorry little self around and don’t dare address my daughter or any of my children ever again.

Oh yeah Wang So back in black. Wait he is getting his mask out wait no. I mean it looks freaking cool but no?? What are you doing??? REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE. WHY DO I THINK HE IS GONNA GO MURDER ANGST CUPCAKE AGAIN

Wait they are turning hae soo out without even a horse? She is injured from your torture! And where is she gonna go? Real classy guy, the king. So classy. He is a jerk

Wook is upset and I don’t really care…much delighted to see that Jung is as concerned about his sister’s welfare as always (yeah, Soo is his adopted sister/soon to be sister-in-law sorry I make the rules here)

I mean I don’t like Lady Hwa exactly but so glad to see someone who has the skill to go toe to toe with evil queen

WAIT WHAT THE FREAK WE ARE SKIPPING OVER A YEAR WHAT HAS HAPPENED WHERE IS SOO BEEN ALL THIS TIME AND IS SO OK IN HIS EXILE OR IS HE DYING FROM PAIN DOES HE KNOW THAT SOO IS GONE OMG WHAT WHAT

Jung my precious son has apparently been awesome and has been off fighting pirates and avoiding his mom. But he still worries about Yo. What a pure heart

OMG I THOUGH BAE’S BAE JUST KILLED THE KING . but she was only imagining it. Gosh.

Also Baek Ah is very smooth. “Look at how swollen my lips are.” And then he let’s her believe he is married! So devious. But cute. “Okay? Okay.” SO FREAKING CUTE. AND SHE CHASED HIM WITH HER SWORDS :) OTP

Yo and Hwa are actually a match made in hell? Wook has promised his support of Yo? I don’t know if he is being conniving or weak but I am just so done with him…Wait no he is actually being rather devious! “A traitor killing a traitor is a hero.” Yeah, except you are willing to sacrifice the Crown Prince so I still despise you. Even if your sister admires you more now

My poor Hae Soo :( just push those women into the water! Oh Jung you precious angel, trying kick Wook into helping Hae Soo. You would do much better sending a message off to Wang So. Wook is a weak, self-centered little dweeb. He isn’t going to stick his neck out anymore.

Oh ok so Wook does go to her. And what is he going to do? Nothing probably. Nothing effective. AWW JUNG SENT HER MEDICINE! LOOK I JUST LOVE HER BROTPS WITH JUNG, BAEK AH, AND EUN O LOVE IT.

“I missed you.” “Well i couldn’t do anything for you so i didn’t come.” “I still missed you.” AKA I don’t care what you can DO for me I just wanted you to be there YAAASSSSSSSSS GIRL YOU TELL HIM! TELL DUMB WOOK WHAT FOR.

Look Wook might love her a bit and might have missed her a bit, but NOT ENOUGH NEVER ENOUGH WHERE IS WANG SO I NEED HIM BACK I HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN TEN MINUTES AND SOO NEEDS HIS UNDYING LOVE

#scarlet heart ryeo #when kdramas kill monica #yeah the king can die now i am done caring about him #wook is a selfish little snake who deceives you with his bright colors it's all camouflage i just kinda despise his cowardly guts #hae soo is too pure #wang so is the love of my life and i need haw soo to get over the drip that is wook and realize the depth of her love for so #i also need so to just be happy forever because his smile is my sunshine #jung wins mvp this time around because he just cares about soo and wants nothing to do with yo's evil schemes and he is just awesome #baek ah and his future wife are beautiful and they are the cutest ever

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larchwood · 8 years ago

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Give me single dad Zane.

I’ve never cottoned to the idea that having a baby was the next logical step for Ty & Zane after they got married. Zane was 46 when they got married. I’m 45. Let me tell you - I’m not having a baby at this time of my life. (Unless I win the lottery and can hire people to do everything else for me).

But what if Zane had a kid with Becky?

After getting married in July 1993, Zane is a high powered attorney in Austin, while Becky volunteers throughout the community as part of the Women’s League and various other philanthropic organizations. Together they’re a young up-and-coming couple who were often seen on the society pages, hobnobbing with the elites of Texas power. (Beverly couldn’t be more proud).

Eventually they decide the time is right to have a kid. They’re both excited and thrilled. Zane might be a little apprehensive about handling a tiny baby (it’s been a long time since his sister was a baby) but he knows Becky will be an awesome mom and she’ll probably do the majority of the parenting while he continues up the corporate legal ladder. (Beverly of course is also ready to swoop in at a moment’s notice to “help out” as needed, gloating at the idea of the next generation of Garretts arriving.)

Patrick Garrett is born in February 2003. He is a beautiful and perfect as they all could have hoped for. Zane doesn’t think his heart can get any bigger. And after a few minor freak outs and some coaching, he’s lugging the baby around like a pro after awhile. He cuts back his 70 hour a week work schedule to something slightly more manageable, but Becky and their nanny have everything under control.

Becky Garrett dies in a car crash in November 2003.

Zane’s grief and depression are overwhelming. Becky had been his world for more than two decades. He holds it together until after the funeral, but then he crumbles. Yes, like canon Zane he drinks to numb the pain. Probably would sleep all day if he could, not eating, alternating between ignoring baby Patrick to clutching him tightly like he’ll never let him go. The nanny does her best to keep things as normal as possible for the baby, but eventually she calls in the big guns to take over - Beverly Carter-Garrett.

She arrives and nags, scolds, threatens until Zane agrees to move back to the ranch. It’ll be better to be surrounded by family, she says. You can rest and heal. Your law firm will understand a bereavement leave of absence. We can help you take care of Patrick better. The baby should grow up on the ranch and learn his legacy, yadda yadda yadda.

Zane gives in. He’s just so fucking tired. And what’s the point of arguing? Beverly’s probably right - she can do a better job of handling Patrick than he can. (Never mind that there is already a housemaid assigned for nanny duty). Becky had handled everything. Zane only has a vague idea of who Patrick’s pediatrician even is. He has no clue when he’s due for his next round of vaccinations, for cryin’ out loud.

It takes a little while, but eventually Zane works through some of his depression. It doesn’t go away for the longest time, but having a baby means you don’t stop, you have to keep moving forward - whether you want to or not. And Patrick is moving and crawling and about to walk and babbling and holding his arms up to be carried and how can Zane deny him that?

The temporary leave of absence continues for a year. His law firm tries to get him back in the office, but other than a few consult/strategy sessions with the partners, he really doesn’t want to go back to that life.

He’s coming to the realization that he doesn’t really want ranch life, either. Not that he doesn’t love it, or appreciate the help that his family has been, but it’s time to break free of the memories of life with Becky. And - let’s be honest - the clashes with Beverly are starting to become more frequent. Yes, she was a help when he needed it, but Patrick is his child, not hers. She doesn’t get to make the parenting decisions for the boy and it’s time they made a change.

They end up in Baltimore. (surprise, surprise). Maybe Zane had visited once for a legal conference and loved it. Maybe his law firm had some sort of corporate retreat there every year. But Zane picks it for other reasons - being on the east coast like that puts them closer to historical and cultural resources that Zane thinks will be a benefit to Patrick’s education. He’s looking forward to exploring the Smithsonian with him, and Broadway, and the Statue of Liberty and every other thing they can possibly do.

Zane knows that he doesn’t want to be a lawyer any more, other than maybe a little pro bono work here and there, but he’s not in a hurry to pass the Maryland bar. He just can’t go back to 12 hour days and miss out on life with his son.

So, he buys a bookstore in Fells Point from a couple who are ready to retire. One with living space above the store. (Let’s face it - starting a business from scratch with a 3 year old underfoot probably is probably more work than he’s looking for). It’s a comfortable modest business. The decor is cushy reading nook meets college library stacks, but with plenty of spaces for Patrick to color and read his books in the kids area or play with blocks and cars and space ships. They even get a couple of store cats who follow Patrick everywhere. The cutest thing is when Patrick settles down for a nap in the back room and the kittens snuggle with him.

Zane’s feeling blessed that his handful of employees (probably all part-timers - a couple of college kids from Johns Hopkins and maybe a couple of retired ladies who enjoy working a couple of days a week) are okay with him bringing Patrick to work every day. In fact, the retired ladies are always ready to be surrogate grandmas while they’re there, admiring Patrick’s drawings and listening to his stories and trying to sneak him a treat every once in awhile when Zane’s not looking. And so far no complaints from the customers either about him being a disruption.

Zane treasurers these few years with Patrick underfoot. School will start soon enough with all that changes that entails. Zane can still see Becky in Patrick - the shape of his nose, the lighter brown of his hair. Patrick doesn’t remember her, but Zane makes a point of showing him pictures of her and pointing out their similarities.

“Zane would feel the weight of responsibility quite heavily, which could make him a rather strict, dull father on the surface, adhering to the rules, rarely letting the child break them because he knows those rules are there for the child’s benefit. But he would also be the father who, at the end of the day, is the one a child will go to for advice and comfort because kids know where it’s at, and Zane’s love for his child would shine through in every action, even when he is scolding. Zane would be the father whose hugs and words meant more to a child, because rather than coming at random for no reason, they always have a reason behind them.” **

A couple of years later, Patrick would be in 2nd grade (7 years old). It’s his last year to attend the Sea Life Safari at the Baltimore Aquarium. He’s gone for the past 2 years and it usually falls around his birthday, so they build a little birthday party into it. Zane is going along as a parent chaperone to help out.

Cue bomb scare at the Aquarium in Divide & Conquer. Ty still comes running in to help out. Maybe he helps hustle out Zane and Patrick’s group before heading back in. Zane’s outside with the kids, trying to keep the kids calm and out of the way of other law enforcement, but he might have taken an interest in the FBI agent as he gives his impromptu interview, but he never learns his name. It takes Zane forever to get Patrick to sleep that night after all the excitement. He is just as excited the next day to see the interview, because not only can you see the FBI agent “He’s so cool, dad!” you can also see Zane and Patrick for about 2 seconds in the background. “We’re on TV, dad! We’re famous!!!! I can’t wait to tell the kids in my class!”

One of the must dos of being a small business owner is to network - so Zane regularly attends the monthly Chamber of Commerce meetings and the city’s community outreach events. Especially in light of the unrest that’s been happening in the city lately. The back of his shop got tagged a few weeks ago, and he’s got a vested interest in keeping Fells Point a safe and welcoming area. So he’s eager to hear what law enforcement is doing to address these issues.

So imagine his surprise with the guest speaker at this month’s CoC breakfast meeting is none other than the FBI agent from the Aquarium - one Special Agent B. Tyler Grady according to the agenda. He’s witty and engaging, seeming to be in perpetual motion as he gives his talk. The information is interesting enough, but Zane does appreciate being able to get a better look at the guy in daylight, in a suit, and not under a state of personal panic like the first time.

Afterwards, Ty stays to do few mandatory ‘grip and grins’ before he can escape. Zane doesn’t intentionally wander over, but as he’s doing his own chatting with people, they end up in the same general area. Zane thinks he notices Ty getting a cornered look like he’s desperate to escape - his gaze is wandering like he’s trying to gauge the number of people he’s got to shoulder past to get to the exit.

Ty looks past Zane, but then zeros back on him, eyes widening with recognition. Zane can’t imagine that he would remember him from a brief encounter weeks ago that happened under duress, but he knows that with his height, people do tend to remember him.

Ty comes up and introduces himself with a handshake. “Hi. Special Agent Ty Grady. And you are?” Zane smiles. “Zane Garrett, Special Agent. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

At this point, my creative juices have given out. Maybe Zane goes home and tells Patrick that he got to meet the cool FBI agent again, and he invited them both to watch the FBI team play softball. Instead of Shannon and Elaina in the dugout when the bomb goes off, it’s Zane and Patrick.

Maybe Ty and Zane start meeting for lunch occasionally. Not calling it dating just yet. They both know single parent dating is challenging. Every so often they do things with Patrick, who still thinks Mr. Ty is the coolest thing ever. They’ll go to Orioles games or a day trip into DC.

It gets a little dicy once Patrick realizes that he’s gotta share Zane. But eventually they all get through it. Because

“Ty would be the fun father, the one you know will teach you the things that will make you the cool kid in school, the one who will help you pick up and brush you off when you fall down and then say ‘walk it off, kiddo, you’ll get better’ because that’s who Ty is and that’s who he makes everyone around him. Walk it off, kid.” **

Patrick gets to be Zane’s best man at the wedding.

** Parental analysis courtesy of Liam Bell.

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#hello beautiful #zane friday #single dad au #fanfic #i guess?#not a real thought out one #great set up that goes no where #I don't want to work that hard #zane garrett #ty & zane #This Zane never gets as dark as canon!Zane #and if Burns isn't sending Ty to clean up after canon Zane in Miami - maybe he's not *quite* as dark either

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