#my whole dash is just people being mad at him right now

[loudclan-clangen]

So, here is the pitch:

AU where Siltsplash finds out they are pregnant around the same moon that Eklutna gives birth to the boys. (Rather than an AU where Owl doesn’t cheat because then we wouldn’t have Song, Dance, or Dash and that won’t do)

It makes the betrayal even worse because it’s even more pointless since they were going to give Owl an heir.

Anyway, meet Spindlekit

She will eventually go blind I imagine, but if Owlstar suggest she retire she tells him that he should retire for being old lmao.

Warrior name is open to suggestion

I love her and I’m so mad that she doesn’t exist now.

The fact that Song doesn’t have a little sister is a CRIME. This is what he was born to do.

Not only am I okay with it, I would love to see it!

You are so right, here's a flashback that was cut for time from Moon 28:

Erminepaw has had a crush on Songpaw since they were in the nursery together, he just never called attention to it. He honestly probably doesn't even register that it is a crush, he's doing that thing that kids do where they're like this is my best friend, of course I want to marry him that's how everyone feels about their best friend. Nothing out of the ordinary here! Just my best friend that I must be holding hands with at all times for best friend reasons!

Yes! This is Fox----, he has been causing problems since the literal day he was born. You've met both of his parents, but I would be a little bit surprised if you guessed them correctly. Parental drama is kinda part of his whole deal. He's one of the first 3rd generation cats born in Loudclan.

I have SO much advice, about the images, the recommended size is 1280 x 1920 pixels, that's always a little too short for my panels, so I try to aim for 1280 x 2000 - 3000. It still deteriorates them a little bit, but people can always click on them for better quality. Bigger text and variation in values also help for readability regardless of size. (value meaning how light or dark a color is. if you want something to stand out it's more important to change the value than it is to change the hue generally speaking.) As for grabbing attention, I would recommend making sure that the image you're trying to show is visible above the cut off for longer posts, posts with only text visible are a lot less likely to get interaction. That being said, the most important thing for the longevity of your blog is making sure that it's something you are doing for yourself. There's nothing wrong with liking when your posts get attention, but it's not likely to happen for a long while (I think moon 5 was the first time I got double digit likes which was three months after I started.) I appreciate all of the love that Loudclan gets now, but if I had started with that as the goal I never would have been able to reach the point of it happening. (I actually started posting Loudclan with the intention of proving to myself once and for all that posting art was not a viable endeavor for me, so... I'll consider that a successful failure!)

You CANNOT DO THIS to me anon- "the canadian city"- YOU MEAN JUNEAU? YOU MEAN THE CAPITAL OF ALASKA JUNEAU?!?! JUNEAU?!?! CANADIAN?!?! When I catch you anon- anon when I catch you-

Come here, anon. I just want to talk. I just want to have a word with you.

[kairiscorner]

CONGRATS ON 1.5K POOKIE ‼️❤️😼😼

if u have time i wanna like request a 42!miles x reader where reader hears some girls shit talking miles about random stuff u pick !! and then she gets like super mad at confronts them and it turns into like this bigass fight a crowd forms and everything and maybe it could be like outside the building where miles is and him and ganke are eating and they hear the noises and stuff and miles is like “wtf is that.. 🌚” and ganke looks out the window and he’s just like “bro it’s ur girl what the fuck.. ⁉️⁉️😨⁉️” and miles is just like 🏃‍♀️💨 and pushes the big ass crowd away n sees his girlfriend beating the shit out of the person and he like breaks it up and takes her out of the area and she explains the whole thing ab how it was ab him and he’s jus like “you don’t even know how much i love you what the hell. ⁉️⁉️😣” and it’s just fluffy in the end ????

HELP WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SPECIFIC.. if this is like too long don’t even worry about it pookie you already feed me enough w all ur fics im in LOOVVVEVEVE !! anyways congrats again 😼😼

say that again to my face. — miles 42 x fem!reader

summary: sometimes, people forget that they should be minding their own business instead of giving their unsolicited opinions on matters they have nothing good to say about—and especially not to offend a guy's girlfriend by shit talking her boy when she's not taking any of your shit. pairing: miles 42 x fem!reader genre: slight angst and comfort word count: 1,519 author's note: AWW POOKIE, THANKIES !! man ngl, i like the thought of reader being the type of person to not take your shit and be the defender this time instead of miles, HE DESERVES SOMEBODY WHO'S WILLING TO GET HURT FOR HIM, TOO, OKAY !!! omg i hope you like this 💖💖💖

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the shuffling of feet and excited, worried clamoring of other students as they drew more attention to the occurrence outside of the school building was creating more and more tension as nearly everyone exited the cafeteria and went outside to the school grounds. "what's... going on?" miles asked ganke as they exited the cafeteria, with ganke's eyes widening as he got a good look of what was going on and who exactly was the center of attention right now for a not-so good reason. he grabbed miles by the shoulders and dragged him to a spot where he could view the chaos a little better. "dude, it's your girl, she's going crazy on this other girl!" he exclaimed with a rushed voice, worried for you as much as miles should've been, had he known it was you all along being gathered around and filmed as chaos ensued.

as soon as miles heard that his girl was getting some unwanted attention–having a whole crowd surround her–he had to get her out of there immediately. he wove his way through the people filming, cheering and chanting, and merely watching as you throttled this girl you were fighting the best you could–repeating to her as she exclaimed and tried fighting you back: 'what, too scared to say it again? huh? i'll show you who you're messing with this time, bitch!' the crowd went wild hearing you cuss, it wasn't rare for you to cuss since practically everyone was aware you weren't the most innocent person around—but you were definitely a sweetheart, to the right people; no one could believe you were capable of hurting someone this badly, not even miles could believe you were saying all these awful things that sounded so uncharacteristic of you. as miles made his way towards you, his eyes widened, his heart sinking in his stomach as he watched you wrestle with this other girl and screaming at her–hurling insults and taunts at her through teary eyes, yelling out in pain as she pulled at your hair and tried scratching at your face.

"mi cielo, enough!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to you, nearly tripping over as he got in between you two and took the other girl's hits for you. ganke had made his way through the crowd and helped you up, with miles telling everyone the fight was over, there was nothing left to watch, as he jogged off to see you by the infirmary as the crowd gathered around the girl fighting with you just earlier. after you got patched up, ganke left you and miles to have a talk together. miles founs it very out of character for you to have done what you did–after all, you hated violence; there was no way you would've fought that girl for no reason, not unless it was a good reason. "babe, please... what happened?" miles asked you in a soft, worried tone as he placed his hand on your arm and gently caressed you, rubbing your arm slowly up and down, hoping you'd answer when you were ready.

you took in a deep breath and pulled out your phone. "i know this isn't the most justified reason, but, miles... watch this." you told him as you unlocked your phone, scrolled over to your gallery and clicked on a recently taken video of you on the thumbnail. miles obliged and took the phone from your hands, watching the video as it played out. the video started off as a sweet little video message you were gonna send miles, a cute little short of showing him the dance moves you were practicing for fun and ask him what he thought–you were filming this by the sinks at the girl's comfort room, with nobody else there–until midway in the video, a couple of popular kids that used to bully you had entered, and you soon took your phone away, forgetting to pause the recording.

you remained silent and pretended to wash your hands, propping your phone down as you washed your hands to cover up anything else you were doing earlier, not wanting to attract these girls' attention. they were in deep conversation about such shallow things–boys, clothes, victims of their bullying escapades and laughing at their poor, pitiful faces–and you were getting all the more disgusted the longer you heard them. one of the girls then mentioned a name you were quite familiar with, it was, of course, your boyfriend's name.

"oh, yeah, that morales kid... he's kinda weird, not gonna lie." said the girl, causing you to involuntarily look their way. the other girls agreed, stating that he seemed too quiet or too cringy in his outfits, in his shoes, in his choice of friends–or in their eyes, his lack thereof. they cackled to themselves how, for a cute boy from middle school, he ended up seeming like a real 'weirdo'. "it's such a shame... i honestly found his whole little sweetheart act in middle school so adorable, now he's just a killjoy. guess his dad not being around taught him how to turn girls away from him instead of making him even a bit likeable." "what did you say?" you butt in, drying your hands, the camera still rolling and you not noticing.

the girls looked your way with quizzical looks in their eyes, they don't remember you since you had quite the difference in your appearance from when they bullied you a few years ago, but nonetheless, you seemed like a bug to them–a pest–like every other kid at this school that was at their disposal. the girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing you up and down. "who are you?" "not important. now, what did you say again?" you asked her, your eyes narrowing at her, with her eyes narrowing down at yours. the girl chuckled and sauntered over to you, her face in the frame now–looking completely different than the beaten and battered girl from earlier. she smirked at you and neared her face to yours, which was still scowling at her. "i get it... you like him, don't you? figures, a little... nobody like you with a little freak like him, acting like little weirdos that think they're more than muck in gutters, thinking they're hot shit for standing up to me–" and with that, your nostrils flared as you fumed, and grabbed at her hair; furious that she had the gall to talk to you that way.

miles watched incredulously as you kept pulling the girl's hair, practically screaming at her to say what she said again as the girl retaliated and slapped at your hands, yelling for the girls with her to get you off her–but those girls did nothing to help. they walked out of the comfort room and presumably ran off out the halls to avoid your wrath. and after some roughhousing... you two ended up at the school grounds, where that all went down. after watching, miles looked at you with pain in his eyes; guilty tears soon filling his eyes as shameful tears filled yours as you clung on to miles' sleeve.

"babe, i'm sorry... nothing will ever make this better, but i... i never meant to hurt her, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to cause a scene, i... i just couldn't bear to have them say that to you..." you mumbled out in choked sobs as you began to cry. miles shushed you and wiped the tears from your eyes, cupping your face and holding you close to him as he set your phone away. "mi amor... i'm sorry, i'm sorry you... oh, i can't even... you didn't have to do that for me. i... i'm okay with being labelled as a weirdo, a freak–just as long as you don't get hurt. that's all i want... i love you more than you could ever know, you don't even... i love you, mi vida..." he whispered as he kissed your forehead, eliciting more tears to fall down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

if he was gonna be honest, if someone else said the same things about you, miles would not hesitate to have done as you did–confront those assholes and show them what's what; but having that fone for him felt so... different. he felt guilty, somehow, that you got hurt and hurt someone for him–risked getting disciplinary action for him and getting a lot of people against you for him. he wants to make it up to you, but all he can do now is be here in the moment and reassure you that, no matter what other people may think of him, nothing matters to him as long as he has you by his side to be his strength to keep fighting every day and live. he'd gladly wear the title of 'freaky little weirdo' while hand-in-hand with you–because as long as you'd be safe, as long as you'd be okay, that's all that matters to him–nothing else, just you and him together.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @euphovlq

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Rain/Payu) 2

Because I'm petty, I had the crowd pick which blacklisted shows I would watch for the month of Pride. The first is Love in The Air, and even though I was mad in the first few episodes that Sky brushed off his friend running away from Payu at the beginning, Sky has proven he is a great friend, and I am very excited to get to his portion. Sorry, Rain. This Daddy x Baby dynamic needs to speed it up!

Let's wrap this stormy weather up!

If I was the receptionist, I'd love this job for the chisme. If I was a mechanic, I'd be pissed!

So all of this was a another test. Rain is proving himself to Payu as being worthy of his time and affection by ignoring Payu being mean to him, so even though there is definitely something happening with the yellow and blue between them, I'm ignoring it because Payu is HIGH-KEY pissing me all the way off, and I'm too focused on this room situation. Does this man have his garage room and actual house room?! What is this?!

LET ME IGNORE THEM, BABY JESUS!

Black x White. Blinding Light of Love. And just like that, I'm on my fellow Slut for Christ's side because WHY IS RAIN JUST STANDING OUT IN THE RAIN LIKE A DUMMY?! Miracles happen when we least expect them.

I am not feeling this bathing scene because there is not enough water in that huge ass tub, and out of all the things Payu should apologize for, he is saying sorry that Rain stood out in the rain. Can they just have sex already, so I can quit being petty?

God damn it! There is pink = 💕love💕 but I am very familiar with this scene because it was all over my dash when it aired, and I'm a bag of mixed emotions. Payu hid that condom under a toy truck, but opened it with his teeth, yet he kissed Rain's leg, so like . . . shit, Payu looks fine with his hair down.

The beginning of episode five is just horny on main from Rain telling his MOTHER that he was working on something else that was hard all night, and now we're just watching Payu work out before he peaces out in Payu's blue shirt only to end up in this! I refuse to acknowledge the colors because how did Payu find this boy AND WHY ARE THEY SCREWING AROUND IN HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!

😬😬😬

Payu already claimed Rain to his face, followed him to his mama's house, and has gotten ultra possessive, yet Rain is freaking out thinking Payu is trying to ditch him. Rain is too smart to be this dumb.

A WHOLE ASS GIRL IS IN THIS SHOW! And Rain is just insulting her and her brothers after pining after her - "fruits" - really, Cloud Jizz?

The way I'm mad at these colors is the same way I'm mad at Rain for being upset that other people like his boyfriend. These two were made for each other.

STOP IT!

Number one rule of illegal race club is we don't talk about illegal race club.

I'm ignoring the wife talk the same way I'm ignoring the colors and the singing. I am God's strongest solider.

This legit should be the end of their arc and the fact that it is not just so Rain can get kidnapped is irritating me (yes, I know he gets kidnapped because my dash said so when it was airing).

Oh, look, a sweet flashback telling me they were meant for each other right before RAIN GETS KIDNAPPED!

These colors are on my fucking neck!

*eyes popping out of my head because the colors won't let me be* Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's gonna rip that suit off of you later and fuck you on the stairs of death then ride you. Yeah, we've all heard about it, now can we get to the kidnapping plot?

The colors are coloring on these two kinksters with Payu's "I like the sound, but not to ride" line like we don't all know what that means. So glad they found each other, but WHERE IS THE KIDNAPPING?! Does it not happen in this episode?! I thought there were only six episodes in each arc. Am I watching seven of just Rain ask the same damn questions of if they like each other?! Sonsito!

The colors are coloring so hard with Rain in his white tank and pink boxers (that he wore the first time they had sex) drinking white milk and Payu in his black shirt with his black tea cup and blue jacket hanging out on the chair. I HATE IT!

THE KIDNAPPING! The title card was "Sky After Rain" so let's move this along and give me my boy already! But also, if Rain was a rich bitch, this would've never happened! A delivery man asking for help? Um . . . better go find a buddy because rich bitches don't do manual labor. Finally, I appreciate that Payu's wild ass behavior of demanding Rain answer his calls paid off by him knowing something was up when Rain didn't answer. Now can we murder this bastard already for taking this awful picture?!

A comedian said that people only kneel for two reasons: God and dick, so this man is a dick who is about to meet God because he just said that he would have his men sexually assault Rain?! DRACARYS!

I have never been more excited to see the Bed Friend baddie! Not only because he is about to end this man's life, but also because he interrupted these two love birds making googly eyes at each other in the middle of a crime scene! And now Rain just said Payu was the only one who could screw him. WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?!

Rain is clearly a words-over-actions guy, but at this point it is OBVIOUS that Payu loves him, so I would tell him I don't love him just to be mean.

And now Rain is telling Payu he would harm him if he cheats. WITH WHOM?! The damn mechanic who has to keep running interference between you two AT HIS JOB?! Y'all are such a mess and fully belong together.

Oh thank goodness, it's my sweet summer child Sky finally!

And his red devil because Prapai has to be the red to his bestie's blue, no?

See, Rain is triflin' because Sky did not snitch on him dating Payu, yet Rain gave up his number quick. This is why I ignored their colors because Rain knows this is wrong, but at least it FINALLY gets me more Sky on my screen. The End!

HE FUCKED UP HIS CAR ON PURPOSE?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, PAYU?! YOU HAD THIS BOY INDEBTED TO YOU FOR WHAT?! BECAUSE HE WAS PRETTY AND YOU WANTED HIM?! WHAT WERE THE REASONS, PAYU?! WHAT?! WERE?! THE?! REASONS?!

*takes off my glasses* These after scenes got me all the way fucked up, and even though I was fine with how they ended in the car this episode, now I'm mad as hell that Payu just offered up this fun little tidbit that he jacked up Rain's car so he could see him again at the very end.

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Pushes play on episode eight

[marshmellin]

Shortcuts to Sass: The Director's Cut

Quick links to main creative content below. Most are currently Lord of the Rings/ROP/Silm-focused, but I love many fandoms and you can view some of my prior works on AO3. In addition to fic, I am expanding into textual analysis.

-> On the Main Stage:

COMPLETE -> ✨ Star and Stone, or the Fall of King Gil-galad ✨

Most stories right now are TROP/LOTR focused. Focus on Gil-galad, Elrond and Thranduil — Elven leaders who handle that stress in very different ways. Please mind the tags on each story/chapter, particularly those rated as explicit for a dash of always-consensual 🔥 smut 🔥. Those fics are toward the bottom of the list.

Follow #star and stone for all my LOTR work. #oh and by my two faiths and troths *I* have said *mine* for stuff I post that sometimes people like. Both tags linked below!

@mytwofaithsandtroths is my untagged, multi-fandom blog

✨ Star and Stone or, The Fall of King Gil-galad

Elaniel, a stonemason fleeing the fall of Eregion, makes her way to Lindon. When she meets Gil-galad, something unexpected occurs. Amid the chaos of preparing for a war against Sauron, their growing love is tested by the weight of duty: his to lead armies into peril, hers to rebuild what darkness has destroyed. The pull of two fëa is strong for the Eldar. But is duty stronger?

-> COMPLETE! 70K words; F FOR FIX IT: Explicit for rare smut (🔥) between consenting partners. All other content is Mature for language and canon-typical descriptions of angst/violence. Gil-galad x female OC Sindarin elf, Occurs between the Fall of Ost-in-Edhel in Eregion and the Battle of the Last Alliance. Contains references to other Tolkien lore and the Silmarillion with author notes for full explanations.

Repeat: Happily Ever After; everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. I try to be as canon-compliant as possible except for the whole 'keeping Gil-galad alive part.' No beta, we die like Mirdania.

✨ Star and Stone: Complete Chapter List

Ch. 1 of 12: Between the Mountains and the Sea

Ch. 2: Mirrored

Ch. 3: Fair and Free

Ch. 4: Countless Stars

Ch. 5: Silver Shield

Ch. 6: Preparations

Ch. 7: Where the Shadows Are 🔥 [Explicit scene]

Ch. 8: Long Ago He Rode Away

Ch. 9: Wherever the Need is Greatest

Ch. 10: Where He Dwelleth, None Can Say

Ch. 11: Of Whom the Harpers Sing 🔥 [Explicit scene]

Ch. 12: Last High King of the Elves of the West

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📜 It's called tension because you're not supposed to break it.

Rated A for Accidentally Walks In. 2.1K words, Elrond x unnamed/undescribed elven woman, 2nd person POV, no use of y/n

Getting together/first time with fade to black. Elrond ends up in your rooms accidentally and is flustered. Consent is clear from both sides, and it fades to black. That's it, that's the post.

Mature for very brief mentions of female self-pleasure (not described) and because the tension in the title is sexual.

No beta we die like every damn good thing that has ever happened in this ellon's life i stg. whatever day you're having, Elrond's is worse

You would accept any choice he made. But if he was choosing then you needed him to, well, choose.  Staying naked, huddled under a blanket, while Elrond broke his hand from clenching and unclenching it too much, was no way to spend a life.

Read it here!

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🍁 What’s the Elvish Word for “Fine”?

Rated I for (angry) Idiots in Love: 5.8K words, Thranduil x unnamed/undescribed mortal woman, 2nd person POV, no use of y/n Mature for language only, "arranged marriage" in a political sense with consent between willing adults, they’re big mad, but is it anger or just being too stupid?

No beta, we die like Thranduil's first wife who is not mentioned

You rounded the corner and stopped suddenly. Thranduil was sitting on Carasta’s desk. Sitting was the wrong term. Lounging.  “Hello, wife.”  He was in dark, silvery robes without his crown, his long legs propped up against a chair. With a far-too-broad smile on his face.  Something stupid was happening. 

Read it here

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🤓 Regarding the Eldar and Sexy Sex | Textual Analysis of the Laws and Customs Among the Eldar within Tolkien's Lore

A.K.A Let the elves be horny. Textually, there is no reason they can't if we're creative.

Notes: Tone varies between scholastic and sarcastic and back again. Rated mature for use of language only. Sexual activities not described.

The concept I am analyzing: An unfinished Tolkien work, an in-universe essay, Laws and Customs Among the Eldar, describes the elven view of marriage vows which cannot be broken. In sum: Some have interpreted this text as saying that Elves can not/will not have sexual activity (“bodily union”) outside marriage.

The concept I have landed on: “Bodily union,” as described in this unpublished text can be interpreted as an intentional act that elven couples choose to perform. The term is not a catch-all for any or all types of sexual contact. In sum: From my close reading of the text, I interpret that Elves can and could engage in a variety of sexual activities without creating marriage vows if they wished to do so.

Read it here!

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🔥 Simple Release

Explicit content under the cut. Rated S for Smut, 1.6K words, Gil-galad x unnamed/undescribed mortal woman, 3rd person POV, brothel/"healing house" so anonymous sex I guess? My goal at LaCE compliant fuckery sexuality. No beta, we die like Bronwyn.

A.K.A Skirting the Laws and Customs of the Eldar for shameless smut with High King Ereinion Gil-galad, who deserves to just. get. laid.

I can not provide a summary of the plot because there isn't any plot.

Explicit Content; Please mind the tags: Read it here!

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🔥 He Always Gives You One (1) ☝️

Explicit content under the cut. Rated S for Smut, 6.3K words, Gil-galad x unnamed/undescribed woman, 2nd person POV, no use of y/n or female's name, bratting and spanking, consent is always explicit in this home. (No beta, we die like Valendil. Valar forgive me for that last tag. It turns out I was the brat all along.)

“Are you unable to come up with ideas on your own, High King? Do you not have a plan? You have had me dressed and dragged to your quarters hours before a ridiculous, boring formal dinner party and you do not yet know what you wish to do with me during that time?”

Oh, that one was risky, but you let it linger.

Explicit Content; Please mind the tags: Read it here!

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UPCOMING PLANNED WORKS

-> Gil-galad, Son of No One -> The Trials and Tribulations of High King Gil-galad (thanks for the name idea, Ben) -> An Analysis of Characterization and Vocal Emphasis from Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing: Comparing the 2012 Globe production with Charles Edwards and Eve Best to the 2011 Wyndham's production with David Tennant and Catherine Tate

[queerfables]

But Eddie acknowledging an attraction to men feels just so impossibly possible right now.

Has Eddie ever actually in canon shown any attraction to men though? Because from my understanding most of the arguments for Queer Eddie come from his being repressed, not his actually ever shown same sex attraction.

Unless I've misread what you wrote and you're not arguing that he has in the past shown attraction but he could in the future.

Yeah look I guess maybe the way I phrased that was ambiguous? I'm arguing that he has already experienced an attraction to men that he has not yet acknowledged, much like Buck refers to having been attracted to men without understanding what it meant for him (and therefore without really showing it) until Tommy kissed him.

If I were not taking into account the practical considerations of "this is network tv", I'd say that aro Eddie is at least as likely as bi or gay Eddie. I would personally LOVE a story about Eddie admitting to himself that he does not want to date at all, that he maybe wants some kind of queerplatonic commitment with Buck that does not preclude Buck from dating other people but that's the extent of a partnership that he wants in his personal life. What does Eddie's life look like if he's not chasing a relationship any more? I'd love to find out. Maybe one day that will feel like a thing I can realistically hope for too.

Either way, it frustrates me that the extremely good case for Eddie being repressed gets treated with so much scepticism. I mean Eddie is repressed, that's not in question. The part that this season is allegedly going to explore is exactly what he's spent his whole life repressing. I don't think sexuality is the whole of that story but I think it's a key piece that could slot right in with the rest of it, if that's a direction the show wanted to take. And again, if that's not the direction they go I won't be mad; disappointed maybe, but that's life in an open fandom. The highs of having your hopes realised come with the risk of the lows of having them dashed. The fact that you really can't know is part of the fun, I think.

[gulasdenforbreakdowns]

Attention Attention we have a photo of the official seating at the drivers dinner and I need to analyse it so under the cut the photo and my analysis:

Drivers dinner 2024 colorised

And here is my very expert opinion (yapping) on the sitting chart, my credentials are that one time that I did the sitting chart for Christmas to maximise the drama:

Starting from the fact that I'm 100% sure that the sitting chart was redone several times and there was a mad dash at the last minute to have Max and George as far as possible ( the first charts were done by George, the last one was absolutely done by Oscar hence the position) we have Oscar lando and Liam at the head of the table because 1 babies and 2 perfect for surveillance of the whole table, we do not want to lose any juicy tidbit, and to gossip without too much trouble of being overheard.

Then, on the right side, we have chair side or what I like to call the " you can freely get up without inconveniencing anyone" side where we have Yuki, needs to do his trip to the kitchen to scoop up some recipy, Ganyu, there fore the vibes and strategically in the center to try and keep the peace ( intercepting any flying utensil), Alex, there for the vibes pt.2 but for veeeeeery different reasons ( he is the to distract George and obviously doing a good fucking job), Valteri, he is just there him and Zhou were separated to ease them in the separation of not being teamates anymore and to calm Alex when he is too enthusiastic, and honestly I can't figure out if the last person before Charles is Pierre, likely place for him to be, or who he is so pls help.

On the left side of the table, or as I like to call it the " you are not going to get up for the entirety of this lunch/dinner so prepare your bladder because it's that or doing the shimmy of shame" we have in pole (eh eh see what I did ) Max, positioned near lando to try and distract him and if he is going to strangle someone at least it's a person that he shouldn't want to shunt in a wall next race, Colapinto, the sacrificial lamb that is between Max and the people he wants to throttle and person n.2 that he shouldn't want to shunt into next year, Esteban, there for moral support really, Hulk, moral support pt.2 and vibing with ceco and Zhou, ceco, vibing and trying desperately to not look George or Max in the eyes, Carlos, originally he was near Lewis to complete the Ferrari comari group but after las vegas he was changed to not be near Charles then changed again because they made up and now changed again so that George and Max cannot kill each other (he is tasked with been one of the screens in the case either of them is attempting to make eye contact with the other), and at the end of the table is George, foaming at the mouth because the seating chart was perfect ( he obviously was at the head of the table) but now he is relegated near Lewis and under the watchfull eye of Carlos.

At the end of the table we have Lewis, strategically placed there to try in sucking George attention by depressing him that next year he will be in Ferrari, and Charles, even more strategically placed there because my angel is a menace to society when gossip is involved (see Qatar interview) and he needs to be as far from Max as possible.

This is my totally real totally not made up analysis on the sitting chart! ( for legal reasons this is all a joke)

[longstoryshort22]

all 1989tv vault tracks are about dianna agron

Slut:

“everyone wants him that was my crime” at that time everyone knew taylor was dating harry because they were going on pap walks since the start of their relationship, and also everyone loved and wanted him. So from “lovelorn and nobody knows” we can know that the one she was really in love with…was not harry. The “he” she refers to in the song is harry, but the “you” is another person, who she was privately dating. That’s why she said she would pay the price of everyone calling her a slut but “you” wouldn’t, because nobody knew about the secret “you”.

And then she realizes that if people are gonna judge her for everything she does, she might as well be with someone she truly loves.

Also, the flamingo pink, which I think they posted around the same time—

Say Don’t Go:

“why'd you have to lead me on?” harry wasn’t leading taylor on, they were full on dating.

“why'd you whisper in the dark? just to leave me in the night?” I think harry stayed the night with Taylor a few times, so he wouldn’t have to leave her in the night because everyone knew they were dating, but dianna would have to.

“the waiting is a sadness. fading into madness” I really don’t think harry could make her that mad, if you agree Wonderland is about dianna then this is too.

This is like a breakup song, and I’ll say it once and for all—the breakup songs on 1989 can’t be about karlie, kaylor were just in the beginning when taylor wrote the album.

Now That We Don’t Talk:

“I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost” “truth is I can't pretend it's platonic” a very we’re-friends-but-want-to-be-more situation, which fits right into a gay relationship. Also, when were harry and taylor ever platonic? Neither of them needed to pretend they’re platonic because they started dating right after they met and everyone knew that they were dating so it just doesn’t make sense.

“what do you tell your friends, we shared dinners, long weekends with?” everyone knew harry and taylor were dating, so did their friends, then why would taylor add “what did you tell your friends” when there was nothing to explain about them sharing dinners and weekends because they were dating!!

“you part the crowd like the Red Sea”

“you grew your hair long. you got new icons”some people may argue that dianna didn’t grow her hair long at that time, but this line can be figurative, saying that dianna changed her brand (maybe “straighten” up) and everything.

Suburban Legends:

“I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school”

taylor is a Sagittarius, harry is a Aquarius, karlie is a Leo, and dianna is a Taurus—

“class reunion”, “1950s gymnasium”, and the lockers in the lyric video visuals, it’s all very Glee (and the cheerios) coded

“I pace down your block” brings back to I Wish You Would, and that song is about dianna.

“when you told me we'd get back together”“waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door, you don't knock anymore, and my whole life's ruined” same concept as Style, a relationship that’s on and off and in the end taylor realized that that person would always come back into her life no matter how many times they left, so her life’s ruined (in a good way). And Style is obviously about dianna.

Is It Over Now:

also talking about an on and off relationship, in which she kept wondering if they were over or not. taylor and harry only dated for two or three months, how can they fell apart and came back together over and over again?! It’s very Out Of The Woods and Style coded, and so it’s about dianna.

I know “when you lost control. red blood, white snow” is a reference to their snowmobile accident, also mentioned in Out Of The Woods, but personally I think that song is about the pain of bearding and not being able to be with the one she truly loved (dianna). So in Out Of The Woods she’s talking to harry, but it’s more like “are we out of this faking pretending painful relationship?” And maybe when the accident happened, with the sun coming up and them looking at each other, they realized they didn’t want to do it anymore, it wasn’t worth it, so they decided to set each other free.

[drchenquill]

Folie - Chapter 22

A so-called rescue operation

The wind blew around us as we dashed through the forest. The bushes rustled loudly as they made way for me. The forest sensed my haste and did everything it could to stay out of my way. I was focused on my speed, except my right ear had gone deaf from the loud shouting of the man in my arms. He cried out every time we came dangerously close to a tree and he was almost brushed by a branch. He cried out as we sped through the deserted village, as I took no care to be careful as I raced close to the houses.

Fortunately, the journey didn't take too long and we were already on the outskirts of the village I had plunged to its death. My feet stopped and so did our dash. My arms were tight around him as he toppled forward slightly.

“What the fuck,” he cursed under his breath, but I put a hand over his mouth. He widened his eyes in surprise, but calmed down when I pointed ahead.

In front of us, hidden between the trees, was the metal rescue that had set this whole thing in motion. I smelled no gas, no fuel and certainly no people.

“Is that the machine you broke and killed a lot of people with?” he asked without flinching as he stepped closer. Outraged, I punched him on the shoulder. He winced, rubbed it and turned to me in surprise. “What, you're not even allowed to ask a murderer about their murder weapons anymore?”

I raised my hand to slap him on the shoulders again, but he was quicker and gave me a fleeting kiss, which silenced me completely. Triumphant, he smiled at me and stepped closer to the machine.

From the outside, it looked like a lighthouse, except that instead of the large lamp, a shell-like device hung to filter the air. Well, it was supposed to hang, because there was nothing like it here. The walls were cracked, which was a sign of the great fall. I stroked my hand over them and felt the cold.

“They've abandoned it completely,” I muttered.

“Do you think they've given up?” the man asked. We stepped slowly around the huge building. They hadn't given up, people didn't give up. People raged, raged, but they didn't give up. My footsteps were silent as we finally reached the other side.

“ Fucking hell” he whispered as he stepped beside me. “Is this the village?” he asked as he stared at the rubble of the village just as I did. As I had said before, people didn't give up no matter what was in front of them. The only problem was that humans can be stubborn fools. They can be so easily blinded by something. The machine was broken and instead of fixing it, they had panicked to fix it another way. They didn't give up, but they weren't able to think clearly because they were so scared.

We stepped closer and tried not to stand on the debris. Windows were smashed. Doors ripped open. My fine nose smelled burnt, underneath I recognized death. They were probably back to old ways of getting rid of the madness.

“Maybe we were wrong. Maybe she's not here at all.”

I recognized worry and a hint of fear in the man's voice. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away again, but I stood firm. “Just because we can't see her doesn't mean she's not here.”

“Okay, and now less cryptic,” the man said pointedly. He dramatically pointed to the rubble in front of us. “There's nothing there. Not a soul. We see nothing, then there is nothing.” With these words, he turned away again and wanted to leave, but I walked further into the village. I followed my instincts and they told me that she was here, I just had to find her. The man's footsteps sounded behind me, followed by unenthusiastic grumbling. We walked on, occasionally hearing footsteps that weren't ours, probably people hiding. From the corner of my eye, I saw faces emerging from behind shattered windows. Eyes watching the strangers. But I paid them no attention. The closer we got to the center of the village, the louder my instincts became, which meant I was right.

“We're being watched,” the man whispered, looking around briefly. More faces grew, peering out at us from curiosity, but no one ventured out into the street.

“We're strangers, a danger, of course we'll be scrutinized. They won't do anything,” I explained to him. Apparently people hadn't yet realized that I had withdrawn my poison, hence the fear. Everyone watching us in hiding thought we were infected.

I saw many faces. Young to old. All with some kind of face mask. Masks, cloths tied together, gas masks, anything that could be used as mouth and nose protection was used by them. My feelings went from compassion to irritation. Stubborn, stupid people. Couldn't even see past their noses. Did we look crazy? Did we look like people who had fallen victim to madness? They had to know what a madman looked like. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to show my irritation, because we needed their help.

“We're looking for someone!” I called out loudly. As expected, I got silence in response.

“I know you can help me,” I continued. The man next to me took over and shouted into the seemingly deserted village: “We're looking for a young woman, about this tall…” He raised his hand to shoulder height. “Curly hair, big doe eyes. After what happened, she might look a little manic.” I punched him on the shoulder. He just smirked proudly and went on with his description, “She looks young, she looks a bit like a very irritable little doll.”

I rolled my eyes and was about to hit him on the shoulder again when we heard shy footsteps. We listened with bated breath and watched as a young woman with a scarf wrapped around her mouth stepped closer.

“Can you help us?” I asked her. Her cat-shaped blue eyes looked at us skeptically, but she stepped closer anyway.

“You're looking for the murderer.” she said suddenly.

The man and I looked at each other, puzzled. The murderer? Is that what they called her because of the incident with the machine?

“You will not get her. She'll pay for what she did to us. She plunged us into the abyss and now she has to suffer like us.” the lady continued and seemed to get angrier with every word. I and the man next to me exchanged brief glances of surprise before I turned back to her.

“And how will she atone?”

“She will be sacrificed to Lyssa herself.”

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chapter 21/chapter 23

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[bigdealsgoddog]

Lookism guys when drunk

Zack lee

We already know he’s a crybaby drunk. Whether he’s mad sad or happy he’s always bawlin

He’d be out one night drinking with the boys™️, poor Daniel would be the one escorting and make sure everyone got home safe.

He had Zack hanging on his shoulder when you opened the door but as soon as he saw you he was immediately ontop of you, clinging onto you like a baby koala

“(Y/n)! Baby! You’re home!” Thankfully your used to it at this point so you know the tears streaming down his face doesn’t mean anything bad happened he was just so happy to see you. You’d thank Daniel and bring zack inside all the while he’s sniffling and rubbed his face into your hair

Don’t leave him alone for even a minute he will cry harder and that is a threat™️. Thankfully he’s really easy to take care of, just a simple ‘could you please sit baby?’ Or ‘how about you go lay in bed and I’ll bring you a water, once you drink it I’ll cuddle you as much as you want to ok?’

Careful though he might get so happy he’ll start hugging you while crying because you’re just so kind to him what did he ever do to deserve you and oh my god you are so warm and soft he could hug you all night

Daniel park

I feel like Daniel wouldn’t be the type to really want to get drunk in public really? Or even super drunk to begin with

He’s the type to cuddle with you on the couch with a glass of (whatever your preferred liqueur is) and watching some tv with you getting in that good quality time™️.

He’s totally a fruity drink guy when out in public though, he used to get self conscious about what people thought about what he drank but to him everything else tastes pretty bad, he’s not drinking to get drunk so one pina colada wouldn’t hurt right?

But after some convincing(mild bullying) from Zack and VinJin to let loose and the fifth pina colada…

He did not realize fruiter drinks were stronger because of the sugar and not easily gauged alcohol content.

You happened to be there too, it’s the only reason Daniel felt comfortable enough to drink. You were his designated driver and you would never let anything happen to Daniel or let Daniel do anything he might regret.

I mean, until he sees some poor dumb bastard attempting to flirt with you that is

Jace would even tell you the next morning that daniels whole demeanor just flipped like a coin. He’d take a deep breath almost like to steady his nerves, completely changing the vibe around him and his friends as he set down his empty glass and took quick strides over to you

His friends really thought some is going to die tonight and I mean. They weren’t really too far off.

You just weren’t going to let poor Daniel go to jail over this.

You and the guy could see Daniel coming and you were almost convinced he had taken on ultra instinct the moment he made eye contact with the guy. The poor bastard looked paler than a ghost before immediately dashing off. Before Daniel could chase after him you had grabbed his arm laughing a bit nervously.

God the moment you and him get home though? You were so concerned he was still pissed because of how quiet he was being.

That was until you got up to your shared bedroom and he grabbed you by your shoulders to just confess how much he loves you and how great full he is that you love him back and that you’re so kind to him. That he would fight everyone to the end of the earth if it meant that he knew you were ok.

He’d pull you into a hug and you of course hug him back, you’re emotional hugging him tightly as you reciprocate his feelings for a few moments before you hear the snore that came from him burying his face in your hair.

Somehow he fell asleep standing up in your arms and now it was your job to get him in bed laying properly

Samuel Seo (Seo Seongeun)

this might be my love for broken and deeply insecure men talking as well as my love for Sammy, but I feel like he could be either two wildly different versions when drunk.

He's either incredibly sad or incredibly horny, the only difference is whether or not he had tequila or whiskey and if you want some odd form of both its soju.

it's not like he's gonna start bawling at Marly and Me or tear up because you didn't give him a kiss good night.

ok actually he might

but it's more like he's unable to really contain his sense of inferiority, for some reason tequila just gets him riled up for his future plans and things he can do to truly put himself into 'the position of a king.'

But after stumbling around his home office for the past hour now, drunk and unable to even read his computer screen properly with all the swirling numbers, he can't help but get frustrated with not only the computer but with himself.

he spent fifteen minutes looking for a pen that was already in his hand.

so here you are on the couch with an oddly clingy Samuel who has not said a word to you since he staggered into the living room and intruding on your movie marathon.

You could smell the alcohol on him and considering he wasn't trying to get into your pants at the moment, you had opted for keeping the silence aside from the tv while you rubbed slow circles in his back.

"(y/n) Do you...do you really think I could become a king?" He mumbled into your side, surprising you from your tv induced trance. You gave him a small smile before nodding and kissing his head "Of course I do."

"Why?" He looked up at you, a frown set on his face, and you can see tears pricking the corners of his eyes. You're going to have to go make sure the liquor cabinet isn't completely empty later and figure out why the hell Samuel drank this much.

"Because baby, you're so driven and motivated to get what you want, if being king is something you want, I'm sure you're going to figure out how to get it."

You'd spend the rest of the time cuddling him and reassuring him until he finally decides it is much too late and the alcohol is finally making him sleepy so you and him have to go to bed together so he can cuddle you. Or he's going to fall asleep right there cuddling into your side and there's no way in hell you're going to be able to get up.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Adopted Dadmas universe, set a few weeks after Damas called Samos out for harassing Jak. Keira has started questioning her upbringing for the first time, and is seeing some of her past interactions with Jak in a way she doesn't like. Warnings for past Samos being, well, typical game-characterization-Samos and being nasty to children.

"You're awful quiet," Tess observed. She put down her angle grinder for a moment and observed the younger girl seated at her workbench.

"Hey. You okay, sugar?"

Keira stared off into space for several seconds before remembering to inhale. She turned a guilty face to Tess and said, "I think I'm a bad person."

Tess’s hands stilled on the prototype.

"Oh," she sighed, "this is about y'all's messed-up childhood again, right?"

"He made Daxter sleep outside! He would pretend he couldn't understand Jak until Jak did exactly what he wanted!" Keira burst out, "How could I have ever thought that was normal?!"

Tess’s lips narrowed, and she imagined the bolt she was twisting was the sage's neck. "Well, because people like that work hard to convince kids that their behavior is normal when they're too young to know better. Gives 'em the control they're so desperate for. It wasn't your fault, Kiki."

"But I knew he was being mean!" Keira cried, throwing down her blueprint. "I knew everyone treated Daxter like dirt. I knew they made Jak and Daxter do too many of their chores! But they were so nice to me and I- I- argh!"

She shoved her bench back and paced the room angrily.

"Was I weak? Or just a- a brat!? A spoiled, selfish, mean little brat!"

Tess left the table to grab Keira by the shoulders. "Hey, whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! That's my friend you're talking about, there!"

Keira tried to shove Tess away, but Tess had an uncanny strength that belied her appearance.

"Hey. Look at me, sugar. I get it. Feels like revenge, right? Revenge on yourself? Like "how dare you feel good about yourself when your friends were so badly abused right under your nose". But baby, what does that accomplish, really? No, look at me. How does you calling yourself names help Daxter and Jak now?"

Keira dashed a hand across her eyes and shrugged sullenly. "Maybe it doesn't. Maybe it only helps me."

Tess scowled. "So Samos chooses to hurt those boys again and again and instead of holding him accountable the reasonable thing to do is hurt you? Put yourself down so you can feel as bad as they did? Girl, I love you, but how does that help?"

Keira didn't have an answer.

"I'm...I'm not trying to have a pity party," she finally admitted. "I'm not the victim here. I know I'm not- I'm like, the opposite of the victim. I'm complicit, Tess! How do we come back from that? How do I fix this? I can fix everything else? Why can't I just..."

She made a frustrated groan and let Tess pull her into a tight hug. "I'm so mad, Tess. At Daddy, at myself, at this whole stupid city. And I don't know where to put that anger."

Tess grimaced, but squeezed her friend tight. "Well. That puts you a little closer to understanding how Jak feels a lot, doesn't it?"

"I've been like. The worst friend."

"Doesn't mean you can't start being a better one," Tess countered.

For a few breaths, Keira was silent. It was hard not to give in to the recriminating thoughts. She had been the unwitting accomplice to so much harm, kept sheltered with blinders on as a tool to enforce a sense of normality on a "hero" who should've had the same childhood she did. And then even when free from Samos's influence for two years, she'd found herself gravitating towards people who manipulated her in the exact same way. And she'd taken Errol's side in a fight. The side of the very man who had caused all the traits she'd criticized in Jak. Thinking about it now made her want to vomit. How had she fallen under the sway of such people for so long? And how could she ensure it would never happen again?

"Tess," Keira sniffled, pulling back from the hug, "Can...can I ask a favor?"

"Of course, Kiki," Tess answered warmly, "What's up?"

A feeling of resolve hardened in Keira's chest as she took a deep breath. "You're a spy. You know how to read people like a book. Can...could you maybe teach me? How to tell when people are, are lying, or being manipulative? Stuff like that?"

She looked away. "I want to help the guys. And if I want to do that...I need to help me, too."

Tess’s sympathetic expression stretched into a wide grin. To anyone who knew her well, it would have been an ominous sight.

"Sugar, I thought you'd never ask."

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And meanwhile, the absolute Mood Whiplash of what's happening just outside the city, in the mountains

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"I miss our dog."

"Your dog," Daxter corrected, without bothering to open his eyes.

"That's cold, Dax," Jak whispered, "How can you just disown our boy like that?!"

"Remember when he pooped in my kitchen??" Daxter asked incredulously.

"He's just a baby! He can't help it!" Jak hissed back. He rolled over on his cot to poke at Daxter's hammock. "C'mon. Don't tell me you and Tess aren't gonna have pets when all this is over. You aren't fooling anyone."

Daxter leaned out of the hammock to swat at Jak's hand. "Oy! Decent folks is tryin ta sleep, here! And for your information, we're gonna have a cabbit hutch! And a butterfly garden! And Chopper is not allowed to eat my butterflies!"

"You don't know that he would!"

Jak sat up, about to further argue the merits of the dog he'd left with Tess, when a sound akin to a growl rose from the other side of the tent. Both boys quailed and settled back into their beds.

"Jak started it!" Daxter tattled, then pulled his blankets up to his nose.

"Sorry, Pa." Jak smirked and ducked under his own woven blanket.

Damas flung his arm over his eyes and grunted disapprovingly.

"We're on the move at dawn," he reminded them, "I suggest you use the remaining hours wisely. The clan rendezvous point is a four hour hike, so for the record, depriving your father of sleep is not a wise choice."

The little scoff of laughter he heard on the other side of the tent did not sound particularly like a pair of teenagers about to heed common sense. But as it could just as easily have been Jak still delighting in the novelty of someone deliberately claiming the title of his father, Damas could let it go. For now. If they didn't quiet down, though, they were both going to be walking down the mountain while he rode in the commandeered hellcat.

[multi-fandom-trash-22]

An Ocean Away ~ Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: Song fic oneshot from the (unofficial) Bridgerton musical "Ocean Away" with reader and Sebastian Sallow. This idea has been in my head since I've listened to this song and seeing as though I don't know how to make animatics, a fanfic is the next best thing lol. I know there's a bunch of bs going on with those who made the unofficial Bridgerton musical but I still love the songs so meh. This fanfic will have spoilers so don't be mad if you haven't finished the game.

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~Reader POV~

It's finally here. The winter ball.

After the tragic events that took place last year, the Professors decided to host a ball to boost the students moral and help them forget about it a bit.

It'll be hard for me to forget. I still blame myself for Professor Fig's death.

Life's been hard since last year. My whole world was so full so quickly, only to have some of it ripped away from me just as fast.

Another person I've lost is Sebastian.

I managed to convince Ominis not to turn Sebastian in for the incident with his uncle. He wasn't happy about it, but I knew he didn't want to send his best friend away. No matter how strong his moral compass may be.

Though Sebastian stayed at Hogwarts, he started to drift away.

He didn't seem to want anything to do with Ominis and I no matter what we did to try to speak to him.

When summer finally came, we didn't hear from Sebastian at all.

We kept ourselves company with each other however.

Ominis and I became quite close during summer break.

The summer months flew by quickly. It was time to go back to school.

I was dreading it at first. The halls reminded me too much of all the hardships from the year prior.

My friends really helped me through everything. They were the perfect distraction when I started to fall into a slump.

When the Professors first announced the winter ball at the beginning of the school year, many students were excited.

Only 6th years and up were able to attend.

That was a few months ago. With it being the end of December, the ball was finally apon us.

Sebastian still hasn't spoken to Ominis or I. I see him less and less in class and in the halls.

Ominis and I decide to go to the ball together. Only as friends of course.

Ominis dorned his house colors, wearing a deep emerald green tux with a velvety texture. He looked quite dashing.

We decided to match our outfits. I enlisted the help of Natty and Poppy to find the perfect dress to wear.

My dress was also a deep emerald green to match Ominis. He even gifted me a snake necklace to wear.

"It will help us match more." He insisted.

It doesn't feel very wintery to me but I don't mind that much.

The dress itself was sleek like silk. It hugged my body in the right places and left room where need be. The back of the dress was open quite low. The dress also had a slight train to it. Little gold flecks could be found in the dresses fabric, causing it to sparkle when I moved. It was gorgeous.

The girls and I get ready and meet up at the top of the stairs.

I smile when I see Ominis and call out to him to get his attention.

"Hey! Ominis!" I shout over the crowd of people waiting for the Great Hall doors to open.

"Hello (Y/N)," He smiles back at me.

I lowly whistled when I looked Ominis over.

"Looking good, Gaunt." I smirk.

He rolled his eyes with a grin of his own before gesturing to me. "I'm sure you look amazing as well."

I laugh a bit and chat with him and the others as we wait for the doors to open.

All chatter soon ceases as the creaking of the large doors could be heard.

The students start steadily filing into the now decorated Great Hall.

Gone were the long tables and benches. It was a totally different room.

The usual floating candles were now dazzling chandeliers. There was a beautiful black marble dance floor in the middle of the room. Flanking it on the left and right are circle tables with white table cloths and sparkling snow globes as center pieces. Where the podium usually is at the front of the room, there is a band surrounded by instruments. Behind the makeshift stage, there are long tables set up with food and drinks set up. In the corners of the room, there are pine trees dusted with light snow. Last but not least, the ceiling was enchanted to snow. Soft small snowflakes drift towards the ground, melting before it hits the floor.

I am awestruck at the beautiful scenery in front of me.

Smiling, I turn to Ominis and excitedly describe the room around us. Ominis softly smiles at my enthusiastic description.

We make our way to one of the tables and I ask Ominis if he'd like anything to snack on or to eat. He politely nods his head and I make my way to the snack and drink table.

As I'm waiting for my turn to get Ominis and I something, I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the decor and hardwork the Professors put in to give us a memorable night.

My mind drifts to the events of last year. Surprisingly I only think of the good times. Which leads me to once again think of Sebastian.

"I wonder how he is doing..." I feel my face drop into a frown at the thought before I take a deep breath and focus on the now.

Finally getting to my turn for ordurves and refreshment, I stop as I go to grab two butterbeers for Ominis and I.

I smile lightly as I remember my first butterbeer. Sebastian and I had just finished defeating a troll in Hogsmead and were treated to complimentary butterbeer.

Other than Rookwood interrupting us, the rest of the time we chatted and got to know eachother more. The first leap towards our friendship.

I realize I'm slightly holding up the line so I quickly grab our butterbeers and some pumpkin pasties and head back to Ominis.

When I get there, I notice our friends have also seated themselves around Ominis.

We chat for a while before Ominis stands.

"Everything okay Ominis?" I question.

He holds his hand out before responding, "It wouldn't be much of a ball if we didn't dance. Care to join me?"

I smile widely and jump up and grab his hand, rushing towards the dance floor.

As we take our stances, I think I see a glimpse of Sebastian behind him.

Not wanting to worry Ominis, I keep it to myself for now.

The music starts and I try to keep my eyes away from where I saw Sebastian as we start our waltz.

"Why is he here? He can't speak to us yet he decides to come to a ball?" I angrily think to myself.

I quickly sneak another glance at Sebastian. His face is emotionless, not even glancing in our direction. My eyebrows furrow at that.

The music picks up the pace as we move our feet quicker. It feels as though the music is in tune with my emotions. Or vice versa.

My anger starts to swell. After all this time holding it in, it's starting to spill out.

"I did so much for him. What do I get in return? Ignored! Not to mention I let go that he called me ignorant and never even apologize. Maybe he didn't apologize because he truly thinks I am ignorant. Ugh!" I let out a loud sigh as my thoughts keep racing.

Ominis starts to sense how off I was.

He dips me out of nowhere.

I gasp and look at him with wide eyes.

"You seemed a tad distracted." Ominis grinned.

It takes me a moment of shock before I start laughing.

He lifts me back up and we continue dancing.

"I was. I'm okay now though. Thank you." I genuinely smile at him.

I'm not going to let Sebastian ruin my night.

~Sebastian POV~

I grumble to myself as I make my way down the stairs towards the Great Hall.

I don't know why I even decided to come to this ball. I don't have time for this while trying to search for a cure for Anne.

Ominis had sent me an owl. He told me (Y/N) and him were going and would like to see me go as well.

I battled with this idea for a while, hence why I'm a hour later to this thing than everyone else.

Fiddling with my tie, I glance down at my outfit once more. I'm wearing a dark green vest with a green tie under a black suit jacket.

I sigh before finally waltzing into the ball.

As I enter, the musicians start playing their instruments.

People start getting up from the circular tables and making their way to the dance floor.

I see Ominis immediately. His light hair being an easy target.

I frown down at my old clothes after admiring Ominis's velvet tux.

My frown drops as does my jaw once I see (Y/N). She looks exquisite.

Clearing my throat, I pull myself together. At that moment, I think our eyes meet.

It's only a fleeting moment before she quickly looks away around the room.

I lean against the far wall and try not to stare at the two.

People all around me are coupled up and flirting. I roll my eyes at that.

Turning my attention back to my two old friends, my eyebrows furrow.

They're laughing. Having the time of their lives while I'm sulking against a wall.

I sigh and make my way to the refreshment table.

Going to grab a butterbeer, I stopped and smiled. I remember the day (Y/N) told me she had never had a butterbeer. It was after we defeated a troll in Hogsmead. We talked for hours that day, just getting to know eachother.

My smile drops as I remember the rest of the events from last year. We both went through hell. And I had to drag her into mine when she had her own to go through.

I down the drink and make my way to the back of the room once again.

I see some suspicious looking students off to the side, laughing to themselves before pulling out their wands and raising it to the ceiling.

My eyes widen and I quickly make my way towards them. I'm too late however as they already shot a spell from their wands.

I glare at them before they dart out of the room, still cackling.

As I look up at the ceiling, I notice the snow stop falling and clouds start to swirl.

~(Y/N) POV~

Ominis and I are still laughing and dancing before a loud boom rings above us.

I quickly look up and notice the ceiling now swirling with clouds.

"(Y/N)? What's happening?" Ominis questions as he starts to pull his wand out.

I turn to the doors and notice a couple students peeking around the frame laughing.

I sigh, "It looks like a couple of our peers didn't think tonight was entertaining tonight. It looks like they tampered with the ceiling enchantment."

Ominis nods in understanding. He does continue pulling out his wand though.

"Maybe we should get to the side then. Who knows what they did." He activates his wand to help him find his way back to our table.

I hum in agreement and start to follow him before another loud boom of thunder is heard.

As I look up once again, it starts pouring.

I gasp as I'm quickly drenched with rain.

All the other students start shrieking and running out of the Great Hall, not wanting to ruin their expensive outfits more than they already are.

I start to make my way with the students before I stop in my tracks.

Taking a deep breath, I hold my arms out and smile up at the ceiling.

"This is what I needed." I think to myself.

Spinning in circles, I start laughing with pure glee.

~Sebastian POV~

I start to make my way towards Ominis and (Y/N) after the two students run out of the room.

I'm about 10 feet away as it starts to pour.

Ominis quickly makes his way out of the Great Hall. (Y/N) starts to follow after him and the rest of the students before she stops and smiles.

I raise an eyebrow at her peculiar behavior.

I walk up to her and grab her hand, stopping her from spinning.

"What are you doing? You're going to make yourself sick." I state and slowly remove my hand from hers.

I know I'm in trouble when her smile drops and she glares at me.

"Oh. Finally decided to speak to me?" She crosses her arms in anger.

I sigh and push my hair out of my face from the rain.

"Can we not do this now?" I plead.

She raises her brows and tilts her head slightly.

"Then when are we going to do this Sallow? Last I checked, Ominis and I weren't good enough for you to speak to." She spits at me.

The use of Sallow instead of Sebastian hurts more than I was expecting.

I cast my head down in thought before meeting her eyes once again.

"I...I'm sorry." I try.

She deadpans and raises an eyebrow as if to say 'is that all you got?'.

I take a deep breath and try again.

"I shouldn't have shut you out. Either of you. After last year I...I didn't want to drag you guys into anything else you'd regret. I hate that I brought you both into my idiocy last year. I'm not giving up on Anne and I'm willing to do anything I can to save her." I explain with a frown.

I hang my head at her lack of response.

Suddenly a hand is reaching out towards me.

I look up at the girl in front of me in confusion.

My confusion is doubled when I see the bright smile spread across her face.

"I've always been there for you Sebastian. I will continue to be there for you. Instead of pushing us away to keep us safe, let us make that decision ourselves." She earnestly says.

My eyes start to tear up and a smile starts to spread on my face.

"Now are you going to dance with me or not?" She smirks.

I laugh and grab her hand, pulling her towards me.

"I would love to." I whisper.

We start to dance slowly, our eyes not leaving each other.

The band, seeing us continuing our dance, started playing their instruments once again.

Some students rush back onto the dancefloor and continue to dance in the rain whilst laughing all around us.

"I've really missed you." I confess, brushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.

She softly smiles and rests her head on my chest.

"I've missed you too." She replies.

Resting my head on top of hers, we continue to sway, music and laughter all around us.

Best winter ball ever.

~Fin.~

Hello! I hope you liked this story. This idea has been in my head for the longest time so it was nice to get it out lol. Anywho, thanks for reading!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

im so sorry to send you this but im confused. i thought izzy hands was obviously homophobic while i was watching the show but now people on the internet are telling me that calling him gay and homophobic is a conspiracy theory. i want to trust my instincts on this as a queer myself but they say it so much i think im starting to believe it. i know literally none of this matters but its genuinely bumming me out. maybe we all just have slightly different definitions of homophobia?

I would love to answer this for you. Your instincts are correct. Izzy is gay and homophobic. You should trust your gut on this because it's important for you be able to identify guys like Izzy irl if you're someone who might be on the receiving end of homophobia.

What happened is that back in June of 2022 everyone fully agreed that Izzy was one of those repressed gay men who's internalized homophobia rotted his soul and became externalized. We wanted to put him in a jar. We all interested in how this weird little freak got this way. Then everything changed when the canyon formed. Since then it has been a mad dash to beat the allegations. Unfortunately an actor has validated them in a way that makes me really wonder about him frankly, because he seems to be operating under the impression that people are saying that Izzy is a "homo sex is sin" Style homophobe when nobody was saying that, what we were saying is that Izzy is incredibly weird about and hateful towards feminine men and he believes that Stede is corrupting Ed with his foppishness, which is still homophobia it's just a different brand of homophobia than the religious right's obsession with the mechanics.

Tbh tho I don't actually care about that actors' take because he's not a writer, he has a history of not being very good at reading the subtext given that he fully didn't realize it was a gay show for half the episodes, and David Jenkins has liked multiple metas on twt about Izzy being a homophobe so I'll trust that lol. The only consequence that Con O'Neill being publically wrong has had for me is that people occasionally do an unearned victory lap when he says something.

But also I low key sometimes feel incredibly unsafe knowing that there's a substantial group of people who claim to be queer and against homophobia but who can't understand that the whole subplot with Lucius in episode 5 and the thing with Ed in episode 10 is laced with bigotry against feminine gay men. I don't think admitting that means you have to think it's his only motivation or that it's contradictory to the read of him being attracted to Ed and Lucius or with the concept that he's mostly just power hungry, but it does sort of mean that I have to move through the world knowing that there are people in my own community who would fully blame me if something happened to me. I don't fucking like it. That's why I get so upset about this so publicly. It's like so what happens if I get attacked but the guy calls me a namby pamby or a bitch instead of a faggot. Are you gonna be like "well we don't know~". It's just an uncomfortable thought. I don't understand why they're so desperate to beat the allegations either, like he's fake. People who have experienced things like what Ed and Lucius went through at his hands are real. The argument that gay people can "do something to (someone)'s brain" is written into legislation trying to ban trans people from public life. Nobody wants you to stop liking Izzy we just want you to stop saying shit that's harmful

And I don't necessarily think that everyone who chooses to put more emphasis on Izzys obsession with Ed wouldn't be able to identify a hate crime, I just have seen more than one piece of meta that goes "Izzys not homophobic he just thinks Stede is a mincing fop who's corrupting Ed with his frilly whiles there's nothing homophobic about that" and I just have to block them for being homophobic themselves because what else do I do with that? When I vague post about this shit I'm talking about specific ass things that I've seen that have made me feel very uncomfortable and unsafe not generic canyon trends. I just really feel like we need to calm down about Izzy. Like you can feel empathy towards a gay guy that hates himself and write a bunch of fic about him getting laid without deciding actually he did nothing wrong and everyone who can see that that's not true is making shit up to oppress *checks notes* people who like a fictional character. I don't get why that's so hard to do.

[occasional-pyrrhon]

pyrrhon thoughts?

GUAH ok well here's a big post I made abt my biggest headcanons for him and on main @swadloom I tag him on posts and occasionally go on divine madness rants under the #guy tag but aaaaaah here's some more just for you 🤲

He 100% believes all the stuff about justice and heroism that he goes on about and all the crazyass stuff he pulls is justified in his mind for reaching that goal of becoming the most powerful protector of humanity

His eyes glow solid bright green if he's angry or out of it / distressed

I think he would do that thing tiktok boys do where they shush you and wag their finger and trace their jawline but instead of it being a flex on his looks maxing he's trying to channel physical damage to whoever he does it to

I wish him and Pit were a funny friend duo sooooo badly its unreal. Like the idea of him respecting this punching bag angel more than the gods is SUCH AN INSANE CHARACTER REVELATION that could inform SO MUCH about him then two second later he fucked up in space 4ever. Sad! Whatever imagine if chapter 17 opened up with Pit making his way through a big gauntlet of aurum ships then coming out the other end, meeting paths with Pyrrhon and hi-fiving midair. Then he zooms off and only a minute later it's all thrown away for power. Think aboutd it.

Because it's my current biggest fixation: Playing d&d with him would either be heaven or hell. He will come up with some shit the ppl making the rules never prepared for. He will take a random street beggar under his wing and give them a volatile ancient artifact. He will hype the shit out of anything anyone does. He will put his soul in a kua-toa and create a new whole ass god that he puts his soul in AGAIN so he can go party with Primus. He will poke the trap.

Part of an attempted fic I've been working on coming out in 2 million year. But I think he has mild weird psychic abilities that other gods don't have. One bit in there is him trying to learn how to gift prophetic powers but as goodwill apollo its weird and fucked up so that touching his gem just kinda traps you in his adhd mindhellscape for a bit and he doesn't fucking know how to turn it off 💔. Holding together the prophecies with sticks and stones like the spongebob puppet TV thing you know the one. Do I sound insane right now

Sometimes his use of third person upticks if he's trying to reassure himself or if he's less grounded. Which is. Most of the time really but it turns down in straightforward conversation and the like and could be every sentence if he's really out of it

That being said he would use the same dramatic mannerisms that he uses in the heat of battle for like. fortnite vc

He thinks spongebob is bad ass as hell. Chicken little too. And probably Bill and Ted and rainbow dash. And freddie benson. Just the most random ass guys that activate his godly protection complex. You won't be left to toil in the middle any more malcom .

Okay one fucked up one. uhh if/when he returns and gets tentatively accepted back into skyworld, he's paranoid and convinced that people are going to try to send him back to the aurum since he became one with them and in his own eyes can't go back to being who he was. He swings between desperation to return to them and desperation to never leave earth again. He keeps pretending to be confident and unbothered to at least hold on to that part of him, but when he messes up again, and proves he's just as worthless and idiotic as he used to be, he gets that feeling of the path he went down repeating until all that's left for him to do is break down and plead not to go back there, that he knows he deserves it but he'll do anything to make up for it and stay here on earth. Meanwhile none of the others would have a reason to do this, and they have no idea where this is all coming from... though maybe some of them have been there as well.

Gyuhh. Anyways. Once everyone becomes aware of the Problems ppl pitch in more than he expects, and Viridi begrudgingly creates some lil fireproof immortal friendguys, a cat and snake specifically, to be therapy animals for him. This serpentine creature is coiling around pyrrhons arm with nothing but a freak tube body and its force of will!!! And it's sticking its little tongue out awwwwww. I'm split between them having Egyptian deity names or like being the longest most insane gacha 7 star fusion type names that shorten down to like. tabby

I think he would really love insane shitty movies like the channel awesome movies or our drawings or ESPECIALLY the amazing bulk. I HATE DUST I DON'T WANT IT BUILDING UP IN MY HOME was a verbal stim for him at least at some point

His response to asking about his gender is like being a beacon of light concentrated into a form of sun flare and meteor fire all to serve justice through the realms. And like you'll have to roll with that because it's not like you can ask him what's in his pants. Because. I mean

[likeadog]

making a copy of this bc op disabled reblogs and i just got reminded it existed and would like to not lose it

ok so . im outing myself to the world but thats fine this is too funny to not share

so. ive run a roleplay blog for a few years. i keep it separate from my main, yknow, its just a side hobby and ive been doing it since i was like, 12. its cringe but hey yknow at least im not 30 and writing ya novels

now its pretty common for rp blogs these days to have rules. right? you dont want to just bag any weirdo on this website, and as you can imagine bnha roleplayers are batshit crazy (see: conversion therapy todoroki) so mine are pretty strict and detailed. because ive been doing it long enough to be exposed to what counts as carbon monoxide poison from a screen. one of those rules is "if youre mutuals with people who write porn of the kids even aged up im blocking you we're keeping a ten foot pole on this". because as a 20 year old man i have a healthy disinterest in seeing paragraphs of teenagers fucking

so the dash is astir with talk of a guy writing age up bakugou porn and im like ok whatever. make a post bitching about it . mutual likes those posts but then the mutual is turning around and being buddy buddy with this guy so i dm the mutual like hey whats going on here . mutual is like "well why dont you talk it out with him hes not as mean as he seems i prommy" and im like sure whatever i can have civil conversation and if it ends with One Less Person writing weirdo porn then i might be able to get into heaven

so i dm him and he loses his fucking mind. it lasted all of 10 minutes because he was sending paragraphs like this and i was too tired to give a shit

(take note of my icon thats a special tool thatll help us later)

(also he goes by the name rxgelord. WITH the x. thats also important just because its funny as fuck)

so the guys clearly bothered by the idea that people might possibly talk about him without his permission and im a little miffed after being misgendered (which hed do again later) so i just post our dms. swing first and hey batter batter lets play ball i dont give a shit this is bnha roleplay

once again: loses his damn mind. he makes a psa post about me talking about how im just some pussy infant and hes too HARD for me and shit and also they do bakudeku muffin roleplay in the comments of that post which is fucking insane

anyway. at one point while joking about the whole thing i called him a "wannabe bakugou kinnie" as a joke and apparently he felt a very serious need to address this

and im like holllllllllllllly fucking shit

you may have noticed that his posts are incredibly over-formatted. this goes for everything he does he is pouring a LOT of time and energy into typing his 9 paragraphs about how im an insane bitch or whatever. (if theres literally one thing i can give him credit on its that his graphic editing skills are kinda good. i will be honest) his rules document is also just as insane and features gems such as:

(this dude thinks hes pulling bitches on a bnha roleplay blog)

so we're just full on ragging on him at this point and hes getting MADDDDDDD MAD. he misgenders me again and when i point it out he has the following excuse:

(art by @/pcktknife. anyways)

after a certain point i get dmd an old copy of a 130+ page callout he had a year prior and im like WHAT and it included his yugioh rp blog career and various allegations like having been involved in gang violence, doxxing, etc. also a picture of the hickies he bragged about leaving on his uwu pink glitter gf which looked more like he was trying to go for the killing bite but hey. yknow. apparently im a toddler idk how that works

along in this we also find his twitch account, which was under the name rxgelord, and it featured edited graphics of his real life face with bakugou. he posts selfies a lot too i wont share them even if theyre public but he has knuckle tats and a goatee and uses the greyscale filter. if this gives you an idea. he also had 5 twitch followers and detailed his desire to be a rapper/dj and im like holllllly fucking shit this guy cant be a real person. holy fuck.

anyways. skipping a lot of unnecessary bullshit and paragraphs of text with gifs from 2013 attached hes constantly going on about how we wont just "say it to his face" which i think is hilarious bc i was, the entire time. but im like ok fine you want me so bad

so i send him this. he posts about how "he won when he got all might" (for some reason hes calling my ex mutual by the character name. i dont know) and then hasnt posted in 4 days. he deleted his twitch. im a little worried bakugou. dont say that. may have actually chased this man off the internet . to go have real life sex with his real life girlfriend so he isnt so mad

anyway we ended up turning one of his posts into an eminem uberduck

im honestly probably forgetting something this was so much and it was so fucking funny and honestly im glad to have been there

update: he has not in fact posted since last summer. god bless.

[ridiculoustrainsofthought]

The Phantom of the Auditorium Musical

Okay, so hilariously, a friend of mine made a post that joked about making a kid’s version of Phantom of the Opera and while I wanted to make a Wishbone joke that it already exists, I suddenly remembered there actually was a “retelling” of sorts with the Goosebumps series. So I went to look it up and ended up discovering there’s a musical version of this with a full cast album and everything.

This was the original poster I saw at least. But anyway, I've been listening to the full album that was produced in 2021 and it's given me a lot of feels. So spoilers ahead although I will also add a disclaimer that I haven't seen the actual show yet so I'm just going off the impression from the soundtrack. But let's go over the plot:

 Now given my love of Phantom of the Opera, my mind has somewhat been racing over the comparisons. I love how fascinating of a take this is to have a ghost story about some kids who are preparing to perform the play but the specific script they're using hadn't seen the light of day in 70 years because the first and last time the show was done, the lead actor died in a staging accident before the curtain went up on opening night. Naturally there have been rumors at the school that the place has been haunted for years by the boy who was meant to play The Phantom as an effort to keep the play from ever being performed. And the production does seem to be cursed when rehearsals start and strange happenings occur. So our leads decide to investigate since it seems whoever is doing this is targeting Zeke, the boy playing The Phantom this time.

You can probably guess the twist a mile away that after our leads, Zeke and his best friend Brooke, discovered the trap door that had been built for the original production, a new boy appears at their school like in the next day or so. Gee, how strange. But he and Brooke hit it off right away and when it seems Zeke is being framed as the one behind the pranks at rehearsal, new kid Brian is happy to help! (Unrelated but the idea of these guys paralleling Erik, Christine and Raoul, just hanging out and Erik playing dumb while actually helping in the Phantom mystery is kind of hilarious.) They aren't really subtle about there being something weird with Brian either since we hear very early on that while everyone knows about the ghost, very few have ever seen him. Then in the song where he and Brooke meet, he brings up little asides like how he's not new very often and you'd think after all these years he'd learn to keep his mouth shut since he's so socially awkward. It's kinda cute and makes sense he wouldn't really know how to interact with people considering his situation.

So naturally, you'd think the big reveal is they'd find out Brian is actually the ghost and the one behind all the mishaps, right? Well, sorta. Turns out there's someone else who is actually behind all the warnings and pranks that's trying to get the show closed. Well! There's no ghost then! Mystery solved~!

The show goes on like normal and opening night finally arrives. Everyone is off to their corners getting ready in the mad dash before curtain rises when suddenly Zeke gets attacked by The Phantom! The show starts and everyone goes on without him because someone has deftly slipped into his place. Brooke has an idea of who when she sees The Phantom for the first time and the bright green eyes behind his mask proves it's DEFINITELY not Zeke. But she doesn't want to disrupt the play and things go off without a hitch until suddenly the ending comes and The Phantom decides to address the audience. Yes, he is the boy who died all those years ago, but it's time for him to tell the whole town the truth of what happened that fateful night. And with that, he's gone, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. End scene. Standing ovation. Everyone is happy. Brooke immediately rushes backstage to find Zeke and confirms that he's okay but that wasn't him out there. She thinks it might have been the REAL Phantom! Speaking of... Brian? Why are you dressed like that? You stole Zeke's role?? Why??? Which... Both are right. It was him that stole Zeke's role. And he's the real Phantom. See, while the prankster may have been determined to keep the play from being performed, Brian has wanted nothing more all these years than to get his spotlight. He WANTED the school to do the show so he could get the opening night that was stolen from him. His unfinished business, if you will. But all these years, the school and the town had forbidden the play to honor his memory. So now he can be at peace having finally gotten to say those lines and hear that roar that he had so looked forward to as a kid. But... Unfortunately since he's completed his business, even if he's been falling for Brooke, he feels like it's time for him to move on. They'll all see each other again some day. And this time he disappears for real, the curtain call is in a cemetery where we see Brian's name on one of the head stones.

"That's all fine and dandy, but is there a point to this story?" Actually yes. I wanted to give some background to this since it really only makes sense in context and I feel like the show / story might still be pretty obscure. But it's eaten my mind. The one thing that I like while there's the overhanging tragedy and mystery going on, the main theme of this show is about getting closure. And maybe in a way, redemption. For Brian, of course, but this is something seen with other characters too. Brooke and Zeke have their opening number saying they've always been in the ensemble and this needs to be THEIR year to get named roles. And to be the leads was just icing on the cake. Their teacher, Ms. Walker, says that her grandmother was the teacher back in Brian's day. And not only did she never get to do the show they worked so hard on, but, despite the school demanding every copy of the script be destroyed so it could never be performed again, she saved a copy and hung onto it the rest of her life. Why? Because she had always hoped to have another chance? Because unlike everyone else, she thought Brian would want it to survive? It's not coincidence that Ms. Walker decided to do THIS play when she got the chance. She's giving her grandmother some closure and maybe forgiveness for what happened. (Brian never blamed her. Rumor says that when she died, the script was discovered with a mask and rose lovingly laid beside it.) Brian of course gets his closure with starring in the show he always dreamed of, but more importantly, he's been alone all these years. Zeke and Brooke gave him a few months to do things he never got to do including making friends, falling in love, encouraging him to face his fear with the trap door that killed him, and working with Ms. Walker probably gave him some closure with what happened to his teacher / her grandmother when he knows it wasn't her fault.

And of course the whole town can heal in a way because the school is no longer haunted, and after generations knowing about this "cursed play" legend, the audience also finally got to see it in full and maybe take away some of the sting that's hung over the town all these years. Especially when the song about The Legend says how the princpal didn't want to do the show in the first place and wouldn't give them the proper funding, but the teacher was determined to do it anyway, I'm sure there was plenty of blame going around for those details to have survived all these years. Was it the poor funding that caused the staging accident? Was it proof they shouldn't have gone through with it in the first place if it was so dangerous? Was it foul play? I have a feeling the town knew he didn't "vanish" that night, finding him later in the aftermath, but that's how the legend goes. But hey! No incidents, standing ovation, and Brian's speech about what happened finally giving some closure to all the rumors. Closure. In the sweetest sense of the word.

I included links to the songs above, but if you'd like to just listen, I'm also sharing them here.

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 6); shouto todoroki/reader

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as ‘my lady’.

heyyy so this literally kept me up last night. sorry the last parts are like 6 months late. hopefully the finale is worth the wait.

part 5 : part 6 (you are here) : part 7

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

All you know is that you need to get away.

Your mind is whirling, the snide voice of your own insecurities filling your mind with all the reasons a prince  could never love you. You race out of the ballroom, startling the guards at the door. The main doors to the palace are shut, and too heavy for you to open on your own, so you make a split second decision and dart down the halls towards the servant's passages.

 A moment after you make your escape, you hear Shouto's voice call out for you, and footsteps pounding down the marble hallways on your heels. You dash into the servant's passage, throwing the door open behind you. Several maids in the passage quickly move out of your way, armloads of linens hoisted above their heads to make room for your escape.

The passage opens up into the scullery, and you slow your mad dash enough to avoid the risk of falling into one of the steaming hot vats of water, topped with soapy foam, where laundry is being washed. Finally, you reach a door to the outside, and you take a breath of cool night air. You can still hear a commotion inside, and you're not ready for what that might mean, so you continue your flight deep into the palace gardens.

The gardens are dark, lit only by the arcane lamps that stand near the paths, and the shadows grow even deeper when you veer off the path and into the woods at the heart of the gardens. Left nearly blind in the darkness, your feet take you down a path you know well- and soon, willow fronds brush against your skin as you arrive at the great willow tree at the heart of the garden.

You sink to the soft grass, your skirts pooling around you. Your mind whirls, processing not just tonight, but everything that's happened over the past few days. The knowledge that your knight is the prince of the kingdom slots in like a final puzzle piece, revealing the whole picture. It makes sense now, why the queen seemed so knowledgeable, and why Princess Fuyumi had acted so strange at the tournament.

Your knight is a prince.

You bring your hands up to your face, pressing them over your mouth. Goddess above, you'd sassed a prince,  and even worse, you'd licked his hand. You've been in the south long enough to begin to understand what their royalty meant, and the rules that surround people of that station. It was out of the question to talk back to them, let alone lick them, and you'd done both.

You contemplated making a break for it back to your village up in the glaciers, but then you thought about having to explain the circumstances of your return to the village elders and immediately changed your mind. You'd rather endure a lifetime of ridicule in a southern court over a moment of your elder's displeasure- they'd most likely scold you for embarrassing the village, and they'd be right.

You flopped back in the grass, looking up at the moon through  the willow boughs. Absentmindedly, you stretched out a hand, watching the silvery light play over your fingers. You're going to have to face the queen, you muse, conjuring  motes of ice in the air, letting them refract the moonlight. Now that you think about it, she had seemed rather excited over the prospect of you spending time with her son, and now you'll have to explain that you ran away from him during one of the biggest events of the year. Your exit definitely made an impression, and most likely not the good kind.

Shouto's face hovered in your mind's eye. He had looked devastatingly handsome in his formal wear, hair pushed back to showcase his handsome features, and a tailored coat accenting his broad shoulders and trim waist. More importantly, you remembered the stricken look on his face when you had pulled away from him in the ballroom. If he had genuine feelings for you, he definitely didn't anymore, you think.  He'd looked… heartbroken.

The crunch of footsteps snaps you out of your reverie, and you snap up from your position on the grass. You can make out a figure in the trees, and you try to quietly stand up, shuffling behind the trunk of the willow.

The footsteps get closer, and you can hear the soft rustle of the willow boughs parting as the figure steps past their shroud.

"My lady? Are you here?"

You squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races- what do you say to the person whose heart you just broke? Worse, what will he say to you?

"Do you truly not wish to see me, my lady?" Goddess above, the sound of his voice twists your heartstrings. He sounds so melancholy his voice almost brings tears to your eyes. He waits for a moment, and when you don't respond, you hear a sigh wrench out of his chest and the sound of his boots on the loam as he turns to leave.

"Wait! Please wait," you call out, pressing yourself against the tree. You clap your hands over your mouth- your words surprise you almost as much as they surprise Shouto. You can hear his sharp intake of breath as he turns back.

"What is it, my lady? Ask of me anything, and I will grant it. Just please, do not flee from me again," he begs. You can hear him step closer, the brush of fabric against the tree trunk.

"I don't want anything from you," you can't help the way your voice snaps and cracks in the dark.

"Do you truly wish to not look at me?" he asks, and his voice sounds so sad that you can feel your heart crack.

"I'm not ready," you answer, voice thick with tears. "I'm scared, Shouto."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm just a servant from a northern village, a commoner. You're a prince," you say. "I can't offer you anything- I have no money, no status, nothing that makes me worthy of royalty."

"That doesn't matter!" he roars. Distantly, you note that it's the loudest you've ever heard him speak. "I love you. All my life, I've only wanted someone that saw me for me, who didn't see the title, the crown. You saw me,  from the moment we met. You treated me like a person, like your friend. I loved you the moment you licked my hand,"  he lets out a dry chuckle.

You take a deep breath, hand over your racing heart, and then step out from behind the tree.

Shouto stands underneath the willow, drenched in silver moonlight. His hair has come loose from its style, a few strands draping across his forehead. You stretch out a hand for him, ignoring how it shakes a little. He reaches for you instantly, shedding his gloves so you can feel the warmth of his palm against yours.

"Say it again, please," you breathe.

"I love you," he murmurs, pulling you in by your hand. He moves slowly, letting you decide, and when you don't pull away he folds you against his chest.

You let your head rest against his chest, taking a deep breath before looking up into his varicolored eyes. He cups your cheek in one big hand, and you reflexively lean into the touch. "I'm ready to not be scared anymore," you say, steadying yourself against him. "I love you, and I'd like for you to kiss me."

"Gladly," he whispers, and leans down to slant his mouth over yours. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, moving gently over yours. When you shyly respond, you feel his fingers tighten in the fabric of your dress and he pours heat into the kiss.

He's all you can sense- the warmth of him pressed against you, his campfire-in-winter scent, the sweet taste of dessert lingering on his lips. He cups the back of your head, tipping your head up and devouring every inch of your mouth.

The kiss makes your head spin, and it's not until your lungs are screaming for air that you finally put a hand on his chest to push him away. He breaks away, and it makes something in your chest flutter to see that he's panting with a flush high on his cheeks too. He doesn't take a step back; instead he wraps his arms around you and rests his forehead on yours while the two of you catch your breath.

"We should do that again," you blurt out. Your declaration startles a laugh out of him, and you swear it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

"People will talk if we stay out here for much longer, and you're already… disheveled," he says diplomatically. You look down; you know your hair is a mess, your dress is askew and the hem is muddy after your impromptu hike through the gardens.

"I don't care," you decide. "I'm a mess, and people will talk regardless. So bend down and kiss me, Shouto, before I make you."

His mismatched eyes twinkle in the moonlight. "As my lady wishes," he murmurs against your skin, obediently bending down to kiss the breath out of your lungs.

After the two of you finally separate, the moon is high in the sky and the sounds of the party have faded. You and Shouto share one last kiss before you go your separate ways; agreeing to sneak back into the palace separately to avoid as much gossip as possible.

You know that the queen has long since retired at this point, so you skip going to her chambers and instead take the servant's quarters to your little room. The exhaustion of the evening hits you as you push open your bedroom door, the anticipation of being in bed making you feel weary.

Unfortunately, you feel a frission of adrenaline spike through you as you enter your room, as the queen herself rises from her seat on the edge of your bed. "You're finally back, did Shouto-" she looks you up and down, taking in your flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and kiss-swollen lips. An amused smile makes its way to her mouth. "It looks like Shouto did find you. Were the two of you able to sort things out?"

You can't help the way your cheeks heat, made worse by the way her smile twists into knowing. Luckily she has mercy on you, gesturing for you to turn around so she can help you undress.

"You don't need to do that, your majesty," you protest, taking a half step back.

She props her hands on her hips, the stubborn set of her face reminding you of Shouto. "I suppose you'd rather sleep in the gown, then? And," she peers down at the hem. "Get mud on your sheets?"

"You have a point," you sigh. You turn and let her fuss with the fastenings, pulling your gown over your head one layer at a time. Once you are left in your chemise, and she has an armful of cloth, she guides you to bed with one hand.

"Rest, dear one. I'm guessing you'll be very busy in the near future."

She shuts the door, the room falling into darkness behind her. You fall asleep shortly after, dreaming of princes and kisses.