#queen barb: the beloved

[moonlit-validation]

The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

////

Saw a bright red moon. Got inspired because moon.

[big-meows]

Scrolling my twitter FYP against my better judgement and encountering "women don't like f/f because they're self-loathing misogynists and only like m/m because they're fetishists and objectifiers" and "drop your favorite tomboys/butches in the thread! (Thread has the same 5 tomboy/butch characters that surface in every one of these threads and then 30 other big titty anime girls who are not tomboys and/or butch by any stretch of the imagination)" in quick succession felt like a little like the guy who thought someone was breaking into his house and leaving post-its everywhere discovering he had a gas leak and was doing it himself

If you wonder I keep filling the house with m/m post-its, it's because there's a gas leak and it's "female characters designed around/defined by a time-tested and committee-approved feminine tropes"

"but you'll fixate one cardboard-ass background boy and give him imaginary depth why can't you do that for a boring background female character--" because the boy's elevator pitch one-note characteristic is something I align with and enjoy (loser, goofy, comedy relief, gross, obnoxious, weird, autistic) and I promise if you made that same boy a girl and changed nothing else I would make her my whole personality for literal fucking years.

Idk like it's true I gravitate to shitty obnoxious boys in fiction but if that's a problem for you have you considered maybe the solution is more shitty obnoxious girls in fiction and not more of the same girls that I don't really enjoy, or telling me to stop liking shitty obnoxious boys?

I do feel a little insane sometimes to see femininity constantly conflated with womanhood. "Soup, why don't you, a gnc woman, gravitate to more super sexy mommy doms or cutesy moe schoolgirls or walking talking fashion dolls do you just hate women?" like idk Jan I'll give you three guesses.

[theexpirederror]

No one is safe from becoming a fast food workers not even Barb (Muto)

[esc-ecs]

Queen Barb my beloved

this looks like a mugshot lol

Barb's hair shape is so difficult to draw

[jade-green-butterfly]

AWWWW, LOOK AT THEM ALL!! >W< Thank-you so much for drawing my beloved Cooper~!💗X//3 And you draw JD too! 8] Sweet!!

this was super fun to draw!

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Pet names/ nicknames the brothers & side characters would give (Fem) Mc

Lucifer

Love, perfect, darling, dearest, anything like old timey lol

Mammon

Toots, treasure, brat, ma'am,

Levi

Babe, player 2, precious, bubbles

Satan

Beloved, kitten, sweetheart, dear

Asmos

Hun, sexy, princess, mi amor,

Beel

Pumpkin, honey, sweetness, beautiful

Belphie

Dollface, bunny, star, trouble

Diavolo

Pookie (someone taught him it), my queen, sugar plum, sunshine

Barb

My one & only, wife, my future, rosebud

Solomon

Snookums, baby cakes, sugar lips, shortie (for short girls) shawty (for tall girls)

Simeon

Angel, bunny, goddess, lover girl

Meso

Snappy, bombshell, boss, wild cat

Raphael

Dove, my world, heaven, my joy

13

Hot stuff, bae, boo, foxy

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Blood Sport

Feyd Rautha x Y/N - drabble part 4 - 2.6K WC

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (you are here!)

Part 5

Part 6 NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: violence, blood, fighting, Baron and Reverend Mother being shady af, pretty fluffy, reader is just built different, knife throwing, full on fight, blood licking?, slow burn, two passionate people trying to protect each other, I completely made up the language of Succo so don’t come for me, not proof read but then again none of my fics are

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

You woke early, a slight crack in the curtains letting the blindingly bright black sun of Geidi Prime stream across your face. You groaned as you threw your arm over your face; the bed felt cold, lonely. You looked over to where Feyd slept last night, rolling towards his pillow. His scent still lingered - sweet blood mixed with musky sweat. You breathed deep before your maids entered the room. 

“What?” you hissed at them, holding your hand out to pause them in their place. Your blood magic felt stronger than it had in days now that you had fed, especially from such a strong host.

“The Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha has requested your presence in the training arena princess. He gave me a message for you.” your maid said not looking you in your eyes.

You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand, your magic dragging her towards you. You set her down, she handed you the note with a trembling hand. “Out.” you said dismissing them. They scurried out like frightened rats. 

Fitalitum veritanic et alumi read the slip of parchment. You smiled to yourself, in your own mother tongue of Succonant he wrote “There is beauty in ferocity”. You placed the note in the top drawer of the bedside table before getting out of bed and readying yourself. You purposefully picked out one of your long dresses instead of training gear. He wanted to see beauty and ferocity, you would give it to him. As you adorned your dress you couldn’t help but admire how every piece of it could become a weapon. The sharp shoulder pads could be taken off and used as individual throwing knives. The belt became a barbed whip. The long sleeves hid two painfully thin blades, dainty but they hurt no less than a regular Cruor blade. Each layer on the dress had razor sharp edges, if you spun they were sure to carve your opponent. Finally a diadem which encased your shield should you need it. Cruor fought without them but you didn’t want to risk marking your face days before the wedding. You finished admiring yourself before grabbing your beloved Cruor sword and heading down the corridor to the training arena.

As you walked down the cavernous halls of the Harkonnen palace you were confronted with the Reverend Mother herself, as if her ghostly form sprouted from the floor itself.

“Princess Y/N” she stated in an unimpressed tone.

“Reverend Mother.” you said, equally displeased. 

“Are you prepared for your wedding?” she asked, reminding you that the end of the week was approaching rapidly.

“Of course.” you replied, bored.

“You may think yourself above the rest Cruor, but you must remember where you are. And who truly rules.” she said with spite in her voice.

“How could I forget Reverend Mother? Your shadows haunt these halls.” you said viciously, referring to her Bene Gesserit sisters.

“You are fortunate the Voice does not affect you. But there are other ways to make you cooperate.” she said, stepping closer to you in an attempt to be imposing.

You twisted your fingers, your magic forcing her back and making her stumble. “Unfortunately for you, you are not and will never be immune to blood magic. It is built into my very being, not some trick to be learned. You do not frighten me, and I will not cooperate with you unless I alone agree to it.” you snapped at her. 

“There are always ways to make one cooperate. Should something happen to your husband, the Queen will be looked at intensely as a suspect. With my advice.” she said with an unsettlingly soft smile.

“And what makes you think I care for him in the slightest?” you asked, despite knowing it wasn’t entirely true.

She hummed curiously, “Good day princess.” she said before walking away from you.

“Cunt.” you whispered before pushing on towards the training arena.

When you entered the arena Feyd was nowhere to be found. You honed in your accelerated hearing, listening for his heartbeat. Your scarlet eyes narrowed to your left but a blow hit you from the right. You rolled to the ground with a groan. Feyd looked down at you with nothing but malice. 

“What the fuck? That hurt you ass.” you coughed, hand holding your ribs which felt slightly cracked.

“What makes you think I care in the slightest?” he said with venom in his voice. He stomped towards you. 

You knew he overheard your conversation. This was no longer training, this was a fight. You kept hold on your side, continuing to pretend like you were in immense pain. As Feyd stood before you, you kicked out his ankles with one swipe of your leg. He fell to the ground, you held your nails to his neck. Feyd grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards him, he threw you over him. Using your momentum he rolled with you, pulling his knife out and stabbing it next to where your shoulder would have landed if you had not pulled yourself towards him as you rolled. You smacked your forehead into his, pulling one of your shoulder blades out and stabbing at his shoulder, the blue shimmer of the shield vibrating the small blade. You pushed off each other, both of you getting to your feet. 

You tossed the small shoulder blade away from you, “You want to fight? Fight.” you said, pressing the main jewel on the diadem. Your blue shield shimmer faded before you tossed it off entirely. Feyd followed suit. You smirked at him which only seemed to anger him. He lunged at you, blade thrusting towards your chest. You made an ‘X’ in front of you with your forearms, the thin blades in your sleeves caught the knife, you twisted until he dropped the blade. He brought his armored arms down, breaking the thin blades. You backed up, kicking his chest to push him away. Feyd tried to rush you but you spun away, the dress ends slicing through his armor and into his thigh slightly. You took your belt off, lassoing his ankle before pulling him. He landed on his back. You snatched the lasso back, wrapping it around your knuckles before you squared up. He attempted to swipe your leg, instead you caught his and punched him in the side, hearing one of his ribs crack. Feyd groaned as he bent over slightly, holding his side. 

“Now were even.” you said, tossing your belt to the side. 

Feyd pulled you down by your dress, rolling you beneath him before he snatched one of your remaining shoulder blades. Starting right above your belly button he dragged the knife, cutting your dress up to your neck. A thin cut trailing your skin from the very tip of the knife, making you suck in a sharp breath as you felt drops of your blood seep out. You reached up to grab him, he held both your wrists down after tossing the small blade away. Both of you breathed heavily, chests hitting each other with every inhale. His eyes looked into yours, alight with fire. His hips nestled between your legs. Your dress fell open, revealing the cut he left behind, hardly keeping your breasts covered.

“You learn quick.” you smiled beneath him. “You are not your weapons. You are the weapon.”

His eyes wandered to the cut he left up your torso, he saw the few drops of blood that dripped to your side. He slowly lowered himself down your chest, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You watched through a haze as his tongue flicked out before he dragged it up the cut between your breasts. You sucked in a breath, your eyes closing as your back began to arch into him. You felt his tongue leave you all too quick.

“Absolutely vile.” he said, savoring the way your iron tasted on his tongue.

You heard the door open and shut, a Harkonnen maid entered without looking at either of you, “The Baron has requested your presence in the Great Hall my Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha.” she said before scurrying out. 

Feyd stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You tugged your dress closed with one hand, accepting his help with the other. Chest to chest once again, time felt as if it had froze. Your breaths matched each other, breathing each other in and out. Feyd leaned in first, his forehead going to rest against yours. You moved to kiss him, not entirely sure why but every fiber of you ached for him and him alone. 

Before you could close the gap, the Barons voice boomed throughout the arena. “Nephew! We have much to discuss. You are dismissed princess.” He said waving you off. 

You tightly held your dress together, ripping yourself away from Feyd and exiting the room. You checked, making sure no guards or maids were around before remaining right outside the door, honing your hearing in on them. 

“Holding knives to your bride? I figured you’d be a brute in marriage like you are in battle. Try not to break her in too rough, they’re much less likely to oblige. Although… we could always have someone hold her down for you. Like I had to with you the first few times.” The Baron chuckled.

You could hear Feyd’s heartbeat, his soul was crushing at the memories and yet he was calm. The Baron confirmed what you had seen when you drank Feyd’s blood, he had abused Feyd - physically, mentally, emotionally, sexually. Your body warmed with anger, you had half a mind to go and rip the Baron’s throat out with your own teeth. He was an animal, he should die like an animal. 

“That won’t be necessary, I’m perfectly capable of taking her on my own.” Feyd replied.

Your heart sank and a low boil of fear started in your stomach. You felt stupid for starting to feel anything for him besides hate.

“She is strong willed, thinks she knows best. Tame her, break her. She need only produce and heir or two… then you can dispose of her.” The Baron said.

Feyd’s eyes widened slightly as his head whipped up to meet the Baron’s gaze. He composed himself once more, “Of course.”

You couldn’t listen to anymore. You hastily made your way back to your chambers, tearing off your gown once inside. As you moved to put on more comfortable clothing you caught sight of your reflection. You could see bruises forming along your side, and the blood that had dried on you from the cut that was still present up your chest. As soon as you had finished cleaning yourself up, dressing your wounds, and changing into much looser clothing you heard the door slide open.

Feyd looked at you, startled by what he saw. Black veins around your eyes were ever present as your pupils looked like that of a cat. Instead of your regular two fangs you had four. You looked like you were ready to devour him mind, body, and soul. “Y/N?” Is all he said.

“Are you here to break me? Tame me? Are you going to hold me down or will your guards be doing that?” You asked with so much loathing in your voice it made his head spin.

“You know I’d never hurt you-“ he started.

“Do I?” You cut him off. “You breathe because I allow it. Do not forget who comes from the more powerful house. Who carries generations of magic within them. Who feast off the very life source of others.” 

Feyd could see how much you distrusted him, and yet he saw your eyes getting misty.

“You are a beast, Feyd Rautha. A beast and a monster. To believe I ever thought otherwise…” you trailed off.

“I may be a monster but at least I am not some unfeeling blood magic wielding wench who cares for no one but herself. I overheard you with the Reverend Mother.” Feyd argued back, both of you now heated and angry.

Your jaw dropped. How could he be so thick? So fucking oblivious? “I said that to protect you!” You yelled at him, stepping closer. 

“What do you think I was doing?” He yelled back, throwing one of your empty glass jars to the side. 

The jar shattered as it hit your light disc he had gifted you. The disc faltered, the stars and Rubrum disappearing as the disc finally died, “No!” You yelled, rushing to it, forgetting the argument at hand entirely. You knelt next to it, picking it up and trying to make it work again.

Feyd watched you, his eyes softening. You were scared and alone on a planet you had never known, surrounded by people who viewed you as strange and lesser, whose only purpose was ultimate obedience, to be used any way that would benefit House Harkonnen without regard for you. 

You sighed, letting the star disc clatter to the floor. You remained on your knees, a small sniffle emanating from you. You hated looking weak, but you knew this was coming; everything was too much. You wanted nothing more than to go back to Succo. 

Feyd knelt in front of you, gently taking your arms till you rested against his chest. You let out a heart wrenching sob. One that had been held in for quite some time. “I would never hurt you, I am loyal to you above all else.” He murmured as he stroked your back, trying to calm you.

You leaned into him, finally letting out all that had been held in since you left Succo. “I don’t want to hurt you either. I have no one on this planet but you… I wish for us to be equals; us against any who oppose us.” You said between sniffles. 

Feyd pulled you back so he could see you. Your face had returned to normal, as did your fangs. Black tears cascaded down your cheeks, he gently wiped them off. As you looked at one another you could feel it. The same need to be understood, wanted. You both leaned in, lips finally meeting. Both of you let out sighs, the long awaited tension finally breaking. It was slow and sweet but gained momentum. You nipped his lip with one of your fangs, causing him to reel away from you in surprise. 

“Sorry…” you blushed.

He shook his head, “Don’t be… we should rest…” he said after a few moments.

“We have much to discuss.” You said.

“And we will. But for now, let us rest.” He said, his hand coming up to hold your cheek. 

You placed your hand over his, closing your eyes before nodding. He stood first, guiding you up as he stood. You climbed into the large satin covered bed. You watched as Feyd discarded his armor, along with his shirt. He held it for a moment, hesitating if he should or shouldn’t do what he was thinking. 

You reached out a hand for him, “Come to bed.” You said sleepily, already laying down amongst the pillows and blankets.

Feyd smiled softly as he set his shirt down and climbed in next to you. He did the same as the first night, sleeping far from you. You peeked at him through the haze of sleep that was rapidly consuming you. You tugged on his arm, making him scoot closer to you. You wrapped yourself around him; one leg around his hips while you laid yourself on his bare chest. You snuggled in for a moment before finally drifting off. Feyd caressed your hair as you slept, thinking of how he could protect you from his uncle because you were, by far, the most precious thing to him. 

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

Naboo's Note:

This took 3 days to write but I think it was well worth the wait. We're finally getting somewhere romantic! I know ya'll are horny but patience is a virtue and trust me it will be worth it. We've got wedding bells coming the next chapter! Thanks for all the support around this series, I'm having a lot of fun with it :) I love comments and find them super encouraging so be sure to drop me some XOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO

taglist:

@wo-ming-bai

@reemoony

[kittyball23]

As a part 2 to the Floyd in World Tour thing, I think Floyd would take the hit in becoming a rock zombie to protect Poppy but used Hickory’s trick in using the gumdrops to prevent himself from becoming a rock zombie and while everyone thought Floyd was under the spell, Barb felt a hint of regret because she saw Floyd as a friend despite being a pop troll though felt conflicted about her choices when Poppy told her that what turning everyone into rock zombies is not harmony and Floyd openly admits about his past and how he was wrong to leave Branch behind and was not going to make the same mistake twice which brought the zombified Branch to tears as despite being a zombie, he was aware of what was going on around him and when Poppy destroyed the strings to turn the leaders of the other types of music, Floyd immediately ran to Branch’s side to check if he was okay and Branch just… broke down into tears of sorrow and joy, he was letting out his pain of Floyd and their older brothers leaving him but was happy that his favourite brother was staying by his side for good before they share a hug, showing their bond as a family and accepted that they can live in a world without music if it means staying together which touches those who watched them which they paid no mind too as Poppy joins the hug. That is when a heartbeat sound was heard and the ending plays out the same only with Floyd involved.

Alrighty, here' it is!

Between a Rock and a Hard Place - Part 2

The earsplitting guitar riff resonating in a reverberating echo throughout the entire, packed arena was many things - loud, skillful, powerful - but, above all, it was one-hundred percent authentic Rock.

It was one thing to don the look of a Rocker, but a whole other thing entirely to actually be able to play like one. That’s how Barb truly knew the strings’ power was working. And, while she would have preferred to have showcased it with the Queen of Pop, she supposed using any Pop Troll would suffice to display her point.

Only, this wasn’t just any Pop Troll. This was Floyd. The one who had been taken in by their very people and made one of their own with quite literally no strings attached… at least, until he had run away.

Barb could roll her eyes at that. Pop Trolls were soooo predictable, it drove her up the wall. Of course he would try to warn his own true kind. But, she thought with a malicious sort of grin, it was a futile effort in the end. Here he was, without a doubt one of them now, a Hard Rocker through and through, his fingers rapidly working the strings, tattooed chest puffed out in a display of boldness that she had yet to see in the reserved Troll, and black-streaked bangs swishing in front of his left eye with every motion he made. He was every bit Rock, down to his spike-studded bracelets and chic leather attire. Barb was proud of her work… but, strangely, another feeling pitted itself in her stomach. A strange feeling that continued to gnaw at her, almost like when Debbie had used her arm as a chew toy when the batty creature had been teething. One that the Rock Queen never fathomed herself having, and yet, it was there. Floyd, despite his Pop roots, had been a friend. Did he deserve this? To be reduced to nothing more than a mindless, headbanging zombie? And for that matter… did any one of the musical tribes’ Trolls?

But before she could allow herself to admit that it was in fact a feeling of regret she was harboring, Barb cast it away, zeroing in on what she had intended to do in the first place. This time, hopefully, there would be no other unforeseen circumstances to hinder her - namely, any other Trolls who would jump in the way to save their beloved Pop Queen, as first Branch, and then Floyd, had done.

“Finish her off.”

The order was firm and direct, not showing an ounce of hesitation. The sooner that this could be done the better for them all. She could only hope the Pop Queen wasn't this feisty once she was turned.

Floyd growled a noise of agreement, shredding out a few more hard-core notes from the guitar before aiming it at Poppy.

Instinct told the pink Troll to run, but she felt frozen in place. Floyd glared at her with glowering, red eyes and, not too far from him, Branch was as well. A chill ran down Poppy’s spine. They wouldn’t really hurt her, would they? It almost seemed like there was nothing that could be done.

At least, until the guitar’s aim was unexpectedly shifted to face Queen Barb instead.

When Floyd blinked again, it was the serene magenta that Barb had been so familiar with instead of the blood-red, and the sight of it shocked her.

“Wha - ? B-but… you’re supposed to be a Rock zombie?!” she sputtered, unable to make herself sound as fierce as she wanted to.

Floyd offered a simple explanation. “Gumdrops,” he said, popping the said candy out of his ears. They were soundproof, and quite delicious, able to tune out the powers of hypnotic music. He glanced at Poppy and gave her a small nod.

Barb frowned. “Give me that!” She reached for the guitar, but Floyd backed away.

“No, Barb,” he stated firmly, standing protectively in front of Poppy. “We’re not going to let you do this to anybody else. A world where everyone looks the same and sounds the same?...” He shook his head, the image he’d conjured nothing like a place where he’d want to live.

“That’s not harmony!” Poppy concluded for him.

Barb had gone silent with deep thought, and Floyd took the opportunity to dare a few steps closer to her, speaking sincerely. “Barb, if you won’t listen to Poppy, at least listen to a friend. I know you think this might be what’s best. I’ve been there before. I thought I was doing what was best when I was younger, too. But instead, I ended up leaving my baby brother all alone. I said I would come back - I thought I would come back - but I didn't… because I thought he would be okay. I realize now that this wasn’t the best decision I could’ve made. I missed my brother, and there really wasn't a time I didn't think of him. I regret what I did to this very day. And I don't want you to regret what you've done, Barb…”

The Rock Queen was stunned. She didn't think she would be buckling in, her moral compass shifting to something softer.

And then, they heard a sniffle coming from behind them.

“Floyd…”

The magenta-haired Troll was surprised to find that it was Branch. Despite his zombified state, it seemed he was plenty aware of the happenings occurring around him, and had heard the confessions of his brother loud and clear. Tears had pooled in his reddened eyes, and the blue Troll shot him a gracious grin.

That was when Barb snapped back to the situation at hand. Seeing that Floyd was distracted and had slackened his grip on the guitar, she lunged, snatching it from his grasp.

Floyd gasped, while Poppy acted quickly. She ran past Floyd, latching onto the neck of the guitar and refusing to let go.

“Buzz off, Popsqueak!” Barb snarled.

“No!” the pink Troll shouted. “A good queen listens,” Poppy explained as they wrestled over the powerful instrument. “Real harmony takes lots of voices. Different voices!”

Managing to wrench the guitar free, Poppy raised it high over her head with both hands and then slammed it down onto the stage in a great big SMASH!

The guitar shattered into pieces with the terrible sounds of squealing feedback. And there, just like that, the six musical strings were destroyed!

A sonic-like explosion of color resulted, before it all got suddenly sucked away in a vacuum-like vortex. A bland, dull gray filled the arena - no Troll was left their vibrant, old self. But, they were not Rock zombies either. With the strings destroyed, King Trollex, King Quincy, Queen Essence, Trollzart, Delta Dawn, and all the other Trolls from each tribe who had been turned went back to their normal selves.

When Branch also returned, Poppy and Floyd immediately flanked his sides in a mixture of joy and relief.

“Branch! Are you alright?” Poppy asked worriedly.

He nodded slowly, offering a small gin of reassurance, and then turned to Floyd. “Did you really mean what you said?” he asked in a hushed tone.

“Every word of it,” Floyd replied. “And I’m not leaving your side again. Whether we have music, or not.”

At that moment, the tears returned to Branch’s eyes and he tugged his brother in for a tight embrace. Their elder siblings may not have been there, but for now, he was okay if they just had each other. Poppy snuggled into the hug as well, happy for them.

The trio’s moment, however, was short-lived. Barb had stood up, the initial shock of the strings having crumbled to dust also disintegrating, and making way for anger. “Give it up, everybody!” she shouted with raging sarcasm. “Thanks to the queen of Pop, we’ve ALL lost our music! History repeats itself. Pop has ruined EVERYTHING!”

All the Trolls looked devastated. Silence filled the air. A world where everyone was a Rock Troll was not ideal. But… neither was a world without any kind of music.

But then…

THUMP. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP.

A rhythm was heard.

Cooper realized it was his heart beating. He held a microphone to his chest so everyone could hear it. Now amplified, his heartbeat sounded like a bass drum. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP.

Next to him, his brother, Prince D, started beatboxing over the sound of the heartbeat.

Queen Essence beamed at her husband, King Quincy. “Those are my sons, making music!” she exclaimed proudly.

The Country Western Trolls began to stomp their feet in time to the rhythm, doing a line dance.

Poppy, Branch, and Floyd all looked astonished.

“Queen Barb can’t take away something that is inside us,” Queen Essence declared, “because that’s where music really comes from. Not from some string. Inside all of us.”

Nodding, King Trollex added, “It comes from our experiences…”

“Our lives…” Delta Dawn pitched in.

“Our culture…” Queen Essence finished.

Poppy realized that they were all right. “Queen Barb can’t take that away,” she agreed. She turned to the crowd, took a deep breath, and started to sing in time with the rhythms the Trolls were making. “Let me hear you sing….”

And, with Poppy’s voice echoing through the arena, Branch and Floyd added their voices alongside hers, singing in perfect harmony.

“Sing it together, louder than ever, forget everything, just sing….”

[moonlit-validation]

This is so dumb i love it so much, what?

[zoloftsexdeath]

Thinking about the origin songs of all the surviving covey members. I can’t speak to color theory, and I haven’t read the books, but I do know some folk songs and recognized some names. Now I don’t stick to Childes ballads strictly when listening to these songs, but I will be listing the number for reference on all the names that have a childe’s ballad corresponding, just for ease of research.

Lucy Grey Baird

Lucy Grey is her own creature and her song is plain in the books. I think the difference between the book ballad of Lucy Gray and the one in the movie (the song she herself wrote about Billy Taupe) is fascinating, as the first one is more of a story-song traditional like, and the Ballad per the movie is so. Im shoving it in my mouth and eating it. Smarter people with more context than me can write better about it though so I’ll leave it at this. I personally think Rachael Ziegler killed it though, and her voice is high and clear, would love to hear her live so I could lay in the grass and kick my feet as I listen.

Barbara Azure Baird

Barb Azure canonically came from Barbara Allen/Barb’ry Allen [CB # ]traditionally a round sung about a woman whose lover dies of wanting her, and she dies of sorrow, and their graves lie entertwined with plants of rose and briar on each respective grave to form a true lover’s knot. My favorite version comes from Joan Baez. This is the only of the covey songs I’ve ever heard before doing this research, and I love it dearly.

Tam Amber [last name unknown]

Tam Amber from Tam Lin! Also known as Tamlaine, Tamlin, or Tam Lyne [Child Ballad #39]. An epic Scottish ballad, and a lovely round. As the story went he was a mortal kidnapped by faeries and has become their unwilling servant, protecting a forest in which he finds a beautiful young woman (usually named Janet or Margaret) whom he confronts for plucking roses. They doink about it, she gets pregnant, her father asks who got her with child, and she rushes back to Tam Lin and begs him to either get rid of the child he begot or marry hee, which in his current state he cannot do. He then devises a plan for Janet/Margaret to performs several tasks that will allow him to return to the land of the mortals, angering the faery queen but assuaging her enough that she makes good on her promise and reluctantly frees Tam Lin to marry his now beloved Janet and legitimize their child. Perhaps not the most traditional version, the one by Anaïs Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer makes me think yes, I can see Tam Amber’s parents falling in love to this song, singing it to him and the other covey children to put them to sleep.

Clerk Carmine Clade

From the ballad Clerk Colven [Child Ballad #42] about a real piece of work who tries to run off on his wife and sleep with a mermaid. The mermaid knows this though, and curses him to suffer a horrific headache until I think his head actually explodes. I don’t think it necessarily has any bearing on Clerk Carmine’s actual personality, but the combination of this song with the color carmine (a brilliant red extracted from the cochinil bug) leads me to believe he was either conceived, born, or his parents married while traveling in district 5. I can see this one being a favorite in district, where they know the danger of baiting the sea and possibly the danger of being a jackass to your wife as well. The location of D5 down in the southwest also leads me to believe it was one of the few places the Covey could have encountered the color as well, as often red 40 or other synthetics are used in mass production of vibrant reds and the use of cochinil based carmine would likely be a very “district” thing, used by native residents for painting or decoration of small items. It’s a strong name, and dangerous when it comes to taking a stand against what the capital represents. I’m surprised he was able to keep it. I reccomend this cover, dunno the singer really but the accent is heavy and his voice is true. I would listen with lyrics alongside though.

Maude Ivory Baird

The book tells us that Maude comes from the poem “Maude Clare” by Christina Rosetti, and Ivory from piano keys. I also like to think that she was partially named after Maud Karpeles, a British folk song collector who helped write down a lot of folk music.

Billy Taupe Clade

Likely from Billy Boy, ironic and fitting for its being about a man after a wife who can feed and care for him despite her being “too young to leave her mother” something Lucy Gray says about him wanting in the books (and seemingly not wanting much more). I don’t care much for this song (sorry), but this is an alright cover.

[artstar1997]

Here are the older trolls as monsters for my monster au. It’s kinda fancier and more complicated to finish them because their designs have lots of details.

Peppy is a former alpha of his pack, now that one of the twins, Poppy ends up taking over the position while Viva, the other twin formed her own. He was Bastion’s best wolf buddy ever since they prowled in their 100’s. Being very close to the vampire prince, Peppy became the best wolf in his wedding and vice versa when he got married to his mate. He hasn’t seen the vampire couple for so long until they finally reunite and had to band together to fight the evil horde that is trying to invade the monster world.

Prince Bastion of the Nevermore Clan is one of the few vampires who tolerated werewolves since he’s best friends with Peppy. They were inseparable like bats in the ceiling ever since they met as a batling and wolf pup respectively. Alongside Dr. Moonbloom, Mags Gumdrop, and Sky Toronto, they loved prowling in the woods and scaring anyone in their way. When Bastion ends up marrying Jasmine Dracula, he and everybody else were attacked by a mob of angry humans and they fought their way out to the shadows for their safety. When they had Rose, they had no choice but to keep her safe by giving her up to his mother, Queen Celestia so that she can grow up safely and prepared to become the next vampire queen. They make sure their other children, Linden, Aurora, and Twilight are prepared for their roles in fighting the divine republic while watching over Rose in a distance. He was later reunited with her and Peppy after years on being on a lookout and he joins forces with the other monsters to fight their common enemy. His vampire gift is the ability to detect lies. As the younger sister of the infamous Count Dracula, Jasmine’s vampire gift is darkness manipulation, which is one hundred percent stronger since she is a part of the vampire king’s family.

Queen Celestia is the queen of the vampires. She was a former consort of the late vampire king and the mother of six children, having five daughters and one son, Bastion. As a proud grandmother, Celestia had lived thousands of years and still haven’t aged since vampires are ageless. She is also very close to Rose, whom she have raised to become next in line to the throne and to fulfill her destiny, even though she has to sacrifice herself to protect her beloved family. Her vampire gift is the siren song.

Quincy and Essence are plant monsters who were born from the seeds of different plants, with Quincy’s being formed from an unspecified tree while Essence came from a rare corpse flower. They lead their own monster community while raising their sons, Cooper and Darnell but they have to move to a settlement near the Nevermore Castle because of the monster hunter. Now, they welcome two more plant monsters to their family, Jussy, and Emi, who both became the love interests of their sons.

Trollzart is a harpy who is the leader of his own flock and one of the monster communities. Not much was known about him but he is a ferocious attacker and hunter if any human or rogue attack any monster under his wing.

Delta Dawn is a deerling who leads her own monster community and the Wildhoof tribe. She looks friendly at first glance and she was initially sympathetic but she can be protective of all the monsters from humans, whom she harbors resentment because of ecological destruction and the persecution of humans. She has a sassy attitude and love for all "Southern" things, as well as being as smart as a whip, but she is also in a zing with Dickory.

Thrash is a former alpha of his pack, which is now lead by his daughter, Barb. He is absent-minded, but he dotes his daughter a lot and was a skilled hunter and warrior who showed no mercy on the Gileadeans that he tore apart for years. Despite his senility, he is willing to accept other monsters, including innocent humans.

The next one will be a pawful so be prepared, ghouls and mansters.

[snowangeldotmp3]

✨ wip weekend! ✨

(because i wasn't able to get to this post on wednesday, so. here we are lol)

anyway thank you to my beloveds for tagging me!! @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn !! love u all sm mwah mwah!!

this is from something i don't know if i'll ever continue/write out in full. writing has been kind of like pulling teeth lately, so, have this snippet from an old ronance wandavision au that i never completed:

Robin doesn’t know why she’s trapped in an illusion. She just knows she is. Which is a very alarming thing to find oneself in, especially when you can hear the canned laughter of a studio audience, but you don’t know where it comes from. She fears, too, that she’s the only one in this “town” who’s aware of this. That is, until she spotted Nancy at the town center the other day, and they both shared a look of understanding. Nancy, it seemed, was much better at fitting into this whole illusion thing. Robin believes it’s because of Nancy’s upbringing, how Nancy can naturally fall into an act if she wants to. This illusion was pretty damn powerful too, because it’s when Robin spots Nancy that Barb Holland walks up to Nancy, like she hadn’t been dead for the last three years. It must be the first time Nancy’s seen Barb in this place too, because she pales, before effortlessly slipping her mask back on when Robin faintly hears Barb ask, “Nance? What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

tagging with absolutely no pressure <3! @figthefruitfaeth @cheatghost @gideoncharov @el-fandom-birb @chaosangelmp3 @yourbestclothes @netflixnormalthings @laurienotteddy @verymuchablog42 @mosquito-queen + anyone who feels like participating!! <3

[violettduchess]

A/N: This was inspired by @vioisgoinginsane mentioning how she couldn't stop thinking about Gilbert's voice. And then neither could I.

This is how I imagine Gilbert's voice (not the VA's 😆)

WC: ~500

Gilbert’s voice

It is light as air, a cool breeze that winds its way around your ears, has you closing your eyes and inhaling sharply without knowing why. It tugs on your foolish heart, forcing it to its knees, has it begging for…..something. Anything. Another sentence, another word, another silver laugh. It leaves you standing at the edge of a cliff, the dirt crumbling perilously under the toe of your shoe and yet you lean forward, desperate for more.

It is as dangerously soft as a glowing beam of razor-edged moonlight, parting the darkness of night like a sword through flesh and releasing a gush of diamond-bright stars. It is a strand of delicate barbed wire, pressing ever so gently against your heart, wrapping itself lovingly around your mind. It is beautiful in its sharpness, in the danger it poses. It echoes the delicate beauty of oleander’s soft pink petals, sheltering its deadly poison within.

It is as precious as the sound of rainfall when it hits the quenched Obsidian earth. It is absorbed just as quickly, sinks into your soul just as easily as water into soil. And once inside, his voice takes root, spreads out from your heart in a web across your whole body, claiming you as his. Your desire, your loyalty, your devotion all begin here, all grow from here. And you thirst for it endlessly.

It is as commanding as a storm's rolling cry of thunder across the Obsidian mountain peaks. It rattles your bones, brings you to your knees, your blood surging through your veins in tremulous answer to his call. He speaks in imperative and you are the ellipsis, breathlessly waiting for more.

It is as meek as the morning mist that settles over the land on a cool, foggy morning. It whispers your name, quietly, wistful. Almost piteous. Your name is his touchstone, his landmark, his way home through the darkness he is shrouded in. It is his greatest strength and the key to his downfall. And he knows it. He knows the power you have, the command of the moon over the tides, and he gives into it readily, thankfully. His susurrant pleas whisper over your skin, skim the seam of your lips and seek entry. You let them in, enjoying their fizzle on the tip of your tongue and then swallow each word whole.

It is as beloved to you as the bright sun is to the rose bush which stretches itself towards the warm rays, as the stars are to the dreamers who seek inspiration from the night sky. It fills your heart with the delicate song of the nightingale, as comforting as it is hauntingly beautiful. You have learned its patterns, the peaks and valleys of its intonation, the curves of its accent and love them all. And when he speaks in the tongue of Obsidian, it sends a flare of the brightest red desire shooting through you: warmth turns to wildfire, control dissolves in the flames.

Tagging: @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage @redheadkittys @tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @rhodoliteschaos @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @scorchieart @nightghoul381 @joiedecombat

[poppibranchlover]

Check it out, guys! I have a new game in my Xbox One that serves as my extra special Christmas present; Trolls Remix Rescue!!! 🤩💖💙🎶🎵🎶

Here in this game, you can play as our beloved favorite Trolls that includes Poppy, Branch, Guy Diamond, Viva, John Dory, Floyd and your own Trollsonas as you explore every area of the Troll Kingdom as long as you like! 😁

There is also an option to customize your Trollsonas to make them look like your own fanmade OCs and includes fun rhythm minigames such as hitting arrows while the Troll you are playing as dances and competing against Queen Barb in a guitar brawl. (Sorry if I couldn’t show what the former looks like because it requires letting go of my camera as I played that... 😓)

According to this map, it seems like there are only four areas of the kingdom that can be accessible to explore such as Pop Village, Volcano Rock City, Symphonyville and Vibe City, but they’ve excluded Techno Reef and Lonesome Flats in here! 😢

In case you were wondering who I’m playing as in the pics about the game that I took, I’m playing as my sweet lovable Branch because it allows me to play the Troll that I loved most! 😍💙

What do you think about this new Trolls video game? This one is definitely my new dream life and I love it so much that I had to play it for the next 24 hours! It looks so fun to play, and why don’t you have it yourself if you find this interesting? 🥰😍💖💙

Furthermore, I think I needed a strategy guide on how to earn all of the sticker achievements in this game because there is no YouTube video explaining on how to get them. 🤔

For more information of this game, check out this website. 😊

[amenders93]

Rocky Busts In

While Molly and Frizzle were beginning to have the time of their life, Rocky, Ginger and the gang were still outside, staring at the barbed-wire fence that surrounded Fun-Land Farms. Our Island Queen Ginger thought long and hard about what to do. She knew they can do it but all they needed was a clever plan. Our Island King Rocky is raring to go; his plan was simple - he's going to go in there and BUST MOLLY OUT! As per usual, Bunty was skeptical about this, asking Rocky how he plans to do just that. The young rooster just replies by simply going in and busting out his daughter. Bunty scoffed at this plan or as she puts it as "just saying what you wish would happen".

Mac then gives in her input on what that "plan" as well. At this point, even I couldn't follow that input with her thick Scottish accent. But as I figured it out, she's saying that you need to think things through before you do them. However, we all know our Rocky is more of a doer than a thinker. Rocky still can't understand what Mac says sometimes, but yet it's better than in the first film though. However he does comment that whatever Mac said was negative to him. That's when Ginger takes over, showing that she still understands her best friend and assistant, even with that thick accent of hers. Our spunky hen states that they need more details since they only get one shot at this. Hence they need to make sure that every move they make is carefully thought through.

However, while Ginger was explaining things to Mac, Bunty and Babs, Rocky wasn't really listening. He was sitting on the end of a young sapling that was being tied down by Fowler, carrying a long branch to take along with him. When Ginger sees what her husband is up to, she wonders what on earth is he up to. Rocky tells his wife that sometimes you've just got to take a leap of faith. Our brave rooster turns to his older rooster friend to ready the launch; our old sausage gives a salute. At Rocky's command, Fowler released the tree and it shoots the young rooster upwards before Ginger could even stop her husband. Typical of men, right girls? Always rushing into things without thinking.

This launch took Rocky back to his Lone-Free Ranger days of shooting out of a cannon. As the others watched from the ground, he whizzed though the air towards the farm. This could actually work! But then Rocky's feet caught the barbed wire at the top of the fence. He dropped his long branch and tumbled forward, slamming face first into the fence. It was electric! OUCH! A very shocked Rocky was blown forwards onto the ground. Immediately, cameras swiveled round and focused on him. Before our island king knew it, a hatch opened up and mechanical moles holding dart guns popped up. Suddenly, they began to shoot at him. DOUBLE OUCH!! Rocky hopped around to avoid the darts, running for the moat and grabbed his dropped branch on the way, thinking he would pole vault over the water. Unfortunately, the branch was nowhere near long enough to reach the other bank and he only got halfway across the water.

As Rocky slid down the branch, a little group of ducks came swimming towards him. But these were no ordinary ducks though; these were robot ducks with glowing laser eyes. The robot ducks shone red dots on Rocky's body, confusing him until.... they blew him up. TRIPLE OUCH!!! Now Rocky was sailing through the air again and then he landed on the wall of the main building. Exhausted, he looked back at the gang, who were watching him from the other side of the fence and seeing every little bit of his painful entry. You could probably guess that Ginger was the most concerned. After all, this was the rooster she loved with all her heart getting hurt, all just to rescue their beloved child. Rocky gave them all a feeble thumbs-up, then fell backwards. A metal hatch opened up, sucked our island king up and snapped shut. QUARUPLE OUCH!!!! But on the bright side though, at least Rocky is inside. Everyone still watched on with Babs commenting that it went well. Ginger does a face palm at this. My thoughts exactly, Ginger.

After Rocky's experience, the gang realized that breaking into the farm was going to be a difficult and dangerous operation. Mac, also looking on the bright side, told everyone that thanks to Rocky, now at least they've got the details. Ginger thought this was true but they're going to need some backup. Our island queen thought really hard about this one. Who could help them? They needed someone crafty, someone cunning, someone who was good at sneaking around and finding out stuff. And we all know who we're thinking of.

Even though Ginger wanted to think of a clever plan that has been carefully thought through to get inside Fun-Lan Farms to rescue Molly, Rocky had another idea in mind - simply just go in there and bust her out. This determined father is willing to go through anything to rescue his beloved daughter. Even if it meant getting electrocuted by an electric fence, being shot at by camera-driven, gun-toting moles, getting blown up by laser-guided, exploding ducks and sucked inside a trash chute. But on the bright side though, he found a way inside and even better, he gave Ginger and the rest of the gang all the details they need of the building's layout and its security strategies. And now all they need is some backup. Let's just hope that Ginger's plan is a lot more clever than Rocky's plan was.

[soulless-angel25]

Fluffy Feburary [2024], Day 2 Prompt- Eavesdrop @fluffyfebruary

It had all started very simply, or well... Ronodin thought it had started very simply, he still wasn't quite sure how it had gotten to this point. With him sat in the Sorenson's living room, a Christmas tree up in the corner with several people glancing cautiously at him- as they should.

He had simply been listening in on Kendra and his cousin, and really, the should know better then to talk where someone could easily eavesdrop. And yet somehow, he was caught! Him! Master of hiding and deception and a million other things. (No, he was not going to give that dragon credit for finding him.)

And so. Here he sat in the Sorenson's living room. Ruth(?) staring at him, no amusement on her face as she held a crossbow- a loaded crossbow!- at his face. A few feet to her left was a rather boring looking man that he couldn't recall that name of (David? Daniel? Whatever.). And a satyr! Now, he didn't really have anything truly against them but... really? A satyr in their house? Did they not care about the furniture?

Nearest to him was his beloved cousin, son of the Fairy Queen, Bracken. And opposite his (annoying) cousin was the Fairy Queen's handmaiden, Kendra. Really, if anything it was their whole fault he was here!

Once he'd been found someone had ushered Seth away, which Ronodin found quite rude. Sure, he might've emotionally manipulated him- but everyone emotionally manipulated someone at one point or another!

...

...three hours had passed. Somewhere after the half hour mark the satyr had left the house, but promising that he'd be back later with another satyr (Nick? Newel?).

Then after the hour the plain man (Dale!) had stood up and said that he needed to get back to his chores, not before leveling a glare at him though. Really! The nerve of these people. Did they not understand how rude they were being to him?

Around two hours later, when the sun was making its descent Ruth had reluctantly stood up and made Kendra and his cousin promise to keep an eye on him before she disappeared.

And so, after the three hour mark Kendra had inquired if he would like something to eat. Now, you must understand- he was not a picky person when it came to food. But he had very much laughed in her face, which quickly made her retract the offer of food.

At the realization that she seriously wasn't going to get him food unless he apologized he pouted. Wasn't she supposed to be a 'good guy'? What kind of good guy didn't feed their guests?

Another half an hour later he finally caved and (politely) asked her to get him something to eat. Since really, he did need to eat something. Before she'd left she had made eye contact with his cousin that seemed to make him promise to keep an eye on Ronodin.

...

...an unknown amount of time later he'd been released from him bondage.

And somehow he was... enjoying spending time with his (moronic) cousin and Kendra. Perhaps it was because he felt some... peace, from being around just the two of them. The light magic that emanated from them felt like a cool balm against his skin. Like a memory of something that had once been familiar to him.

He found himself lowering his guard around the two. The barbs coming from him not feeling as venomous as they should, and the ones coming from his friends enemies didn't feel as venomous as they should either. They felt... like the snark one would expect from people who had known each other their entire lives and were friends. Not two unicorns and a mortal(?) handmaiden to the Fairy Queen who were enemies.

At some point, Ronodin realized that there was a blanket wrapped around the three of them, with another spread across their laps. He was stuck in between them but it didn't feel bad... it felt safe. Even as he felt Kendra's head on his shoulder, soft breathing coming from her as her eyelids fluttered. Or his cousin's soft voice that made him feel like he was a young unicorn again and his older cousin was telling him stories.

It felt like home. That was his only thought as he felt himself rest his head on Kendra's and slowly drift off to sleep.