#she goes by betty sometimes but only with friends

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → insecurities, fluff, angst

Summary → Seven minutes in heaven, what could happen?

(gif not mine)

Parties had never been your scene. The loud music, the dim lighting, and the sea of unfamiliar faces always made you feel out of place. But when Betty insisted, practically dragging you along with MJ, you found yourself reluctantly agreeing. Betty and MJ were your best friends, and as much as you didn't enjoy parties, you hated the idea of being left out more.

The moment you stepped into the crowded living room, you stuck close to MJ, your safety net. You shared a knowing look, silently agreeing to stick together for the night. But that plan quickly fell apart when Betty spotted Ned across the room. With a playful wink, she ditched you two in favor of her boyfriend, leaving you and MJ to fend for yourselves.

That’s when the trouble began.

You didn’t know how, but before you knew it, you were dragged into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. The circle of players quickly formed: you, MJ, Betty, Ned, Flash, Cindy, Abe, Tiny, Jason, and Peter. The moment you saw Peter, your heart skipped a beat. You had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, but he had liked Liz back in sophomore year. Now that Liz was gone, you didn’t know if he was interested in anyone else. You hoped, silently and fervently, that the bottle would point to him.

It was your turn. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and spun the bottle. It whirled around, the tension in the room thick as everyone watched. The bottle slowed, and your heart pounded in your chest as it pointed directly at Peter.

Your excitement was short-lived, though. Peter’s face was expressionless, almost cold, as he got up. He didn’t seem excited at all. In fact, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here. A lump formed in your throat, but you forced yourself to keep calm. Maybe he was just as nervous as you were.

The two of you were ushered into a small, cramped closet. Flash and Jason slammed the door shut with a loud laugh, locking you both in. The dim light from the overhead bulb cast shadows on the walls, making the small space feel even smaller. Peter stood as far away from you as possible, his hands shoved into his pockets.

You tried to swallow your disappointment, but your insecurities were already creeping in, whispering that he didn't want to be here with you. You cleared your throat, trying to break the awkward silence. “Um, hey.”

“Hi,” he replied, his voice flat.

You shifted uncomfortably, your nerves getting the better of you. “W-we don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. I’m sure you’d rather be in here with someone else. We can just stay where we are.” Your voice trailed off, growing quieter with each word.

Peter’s expression softened slightly, and he finally met your gaze. “It’s nothing to do with you. I’m sorry I seemed rude. I’m just really stressed out lately, and parties aren’t really my thing. I only came because of Ned.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Me too. Betty practically dragged me here.”

He chuckled softly, the sound easing some of the tension between you. “Seems like we have something in common.”

For some reason, his words gave you a burst of courage. Maybe it was the small space or the fact that you were alone with him, but you suddenly felt braver. “Hey, Peter, I… um, I wanted to tell you something for a while.” You swallowed hard, nerves bubbling up again. “I-I really like you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. You don’t really know me, so I get it.”

Peter blinked, clearly stunned by your confession. His expression was unreadable, and your heart sank a little. But then, to your surprise, he spoke. “Yeah, I don’t really know you… but maybe I’d like to. Maybe we could go on a date sometime? Get to know each other? And if it goes well… who knows.... maybe we could start dating.”

Peter had never dated anyone or even gone on a date, so he was hopeful. You like him, so maybe it will be good.

“Yes! I-I mean, yeah, sure,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the excitement bubbling inside you.

A shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Hey, we still have two minutes. Do you want to… maybe… kiss?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you nodded. “Yeah.” Your voice was just a whisper.

The kiss was soft, tentative, and a little awkward, but it was sweet in its own way. It was both of your first kisses. Neither of you were experienced, but you both tried, and by the time you leaned in again for a second kiss, it felt a little more natural, a little more right.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open, and Flash’s voice rang out. “Yo, Parker’s kissing Y/n!” He sounded half-amazed, half-amused. Ned cheered loudly, and you pulled away from Peter, your face burning with embarrassment. Peter glared at Flash, clearly annoyed.

MJ gave you a thumbs up from across the room, her smirk evident even in the dim light.

“Shut up, Flash. Leave us alone,” Peter snapped, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the closet. Without another word, he led you upstairs, away from the chaos of the party.

Peter guided you to a quiet room at the far end of the hall, away from the noise and the teasing. He closed the door behind you and turned to face you, a soft smile on his lips. “Sorry about Flash. He’s an idiot.”

You giggled, still a little flustered from the kiss. “It’s okay. I’m just glad we got out of there.”

He hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer to you, his eyes meeting yours. "So, about that date… h-how about tomorrow? Maybe we can go to the movies or grab some coffee?" His voice was hopeful, a bit nervous.

You smiled, your own nerves finally settling. “I’d like that.”

Peter’s smile grew, and for the first time that night, he seemed genuinely happy. “Me too.”

As the two of you stood there, you felt something shift. The awkwardness of the game downstairs was replaced with something new—something exciting. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips.

Peter caught your gaze, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside that small room didn't exist. He leaned down slowly, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one more sure, more confident. It was sweet and gentle.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, a little breathless but incredibly happy. "We should probably get back downstairs before they start making stuff up," you said, though you made no move to leave.

"Yeah," Peter replied, his voice soft, "let's go."

As you left the party that night, walking side by side with Peter, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

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[paintbrushnebula]

Random Spider-Verse Headcanons for funnsicles?? OKAY

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(emojis are funnee)

When Gwen found out she was assigned to visit E-1610 to catch the Spot, in the days leading up to the mission, she would go up to Miguel with a list of prepared phrases and sentences to ask him how to say them in Spanish. Her excuse was that they were quips for her to say in an upcoming fight with a Rhino variant that spoke Spanish. Miguel had no idea who Gwen was actually planning on saying them to, but he was pretty sure it wasn't to a villain, since they were all for seemingly friendly conversation. But he complied and taught her the phrases in Spanish. When she went to 1610 as seen in ATSV, Gwen never ended up saying any to Miles because was too embarrassed or scared that she'd get the pronunciation wrong. She left 1610 regretting not using them.

Both Miles 1610 and Miles 42 are very good cooks. They learned from their moms because it was a fun bonding activity to talk about their day and open up about their feelings. They haven't done much cooking with mom since they were 13; that was when 1610 was bitten and 42 began training to be the Prowler. Both Mileses are good, but 42 is the better cook because he usually tries to help his mom by making dinner when Rio has a long night shift.

Sometimes Peni will just walk up to Gwen and stretch her arms out, to signal that she wants Gwen to deadlift carry her by her pits like she's a cat. When Gwen does it, Peni just lets her head hang back and her body go limp like she's dead or smth. Gwen just holds her out like that and goes about her day like normal for half an hour.

Gwen ends up moving out at 18. She rents an apartment in SoHo, Manhattan along with Glory and Betty as her roommates. Gwen and Betty are absolute WILD CRATS when they have the house to themselves. Betty is the instigator and Gwen just shrugs and decides to be complicit in her shenanigans. I'm talking All-Star playing at full blast on the speakers, Betty pulling out the Guitar Hero 10 minutes in, and then they switch ALL the furniture and wallpapers and belongings of each other's rooms around just to mess with Glory. So it's like, the interior design of the room is identical to what it was before, but it's now in an entirely different room of the apartment. What's worse is they'll try to gaslight Glory into thinking that their rooms were always like that. It never works obviously, but Glory is that mature mom friend who just puts up with her friends' antics. So Glory just settles for that being her room now. But then Gwen and Betty do the switch-around AGAIN only once Glory is finally used to her new room. The whole experience is loads of fun but like...dude. Glory can't leave them alone for 2 hours. They all love when E Jay comes over, sure, but Em Jay has a habit of visiting unannounced to present day plans or activities without taking their schedules into account. (I haven't read the Spider-Gwen comics in full so this headcanon is just what I interpret from Spiderverse).

Miles somehow thinks he's 6 feet tall. He doesn't have a specific number, just that he's at least over 6 ft. This is coming from how he drew himself after his growth spurt in ATSV's opening to be almost as tall as Peter B and a head taller than Gwen which is clearly not the case XD. So he basically assumes that everyone else he knows is just really really tall, because all the adults as well as Hobie are like a head taller than him at LEAST.

Gwen pirates/uses emulators for all her video games

there's this thing that keeps happening where whenever someone unfamiliar with the Spider-Band learns that Gwen is dating someone within the group, they never guess that it's Miles. They assume it's Hobie first, then Pav, then they'll just keep guessing everyone. They will think it's Spider-Ham before they think it's Miles. It's not that they think lowly of Miles or anything. It's just that no one ever thinks that he'd be Gwen's type because well, he's just so...*gestures to all of Miles* normal. Like people just assume that Gwen would date someone equally as wild and out-of-this-world as her, like...well, everyone else in the Spider-band. Of course, no one realizes that Miles' normalcy relative to everyone else in Gwen's life is partly why he's Gwen's type.

Back in her dimension, Gwen did this thing where she'd go on long drawling walks through suburban neighborhoods at dusk, staring at the populated houses and the golden windows lit warmly by the life happening inside. Sometimes she'd say aloud to herself, "that'd be nice."

Jess gifts Gwen her motorcycle for her 18th birthday.

Gwen has a green thumb. Miles gifts Gwen plants and they'll come up with names for them together. They take naming their plants very seriously.

One of Hobie's favorite couple nicknames for Miles and Gwen is Bonnie and Clyde, respectively.

Gwen had a BIG Y/N phase when she was a preteen. She had long since left it behind, but In between the events of ITSV and ATSV, while George was out on a late night shift, Gwen for whatever reason followed a strong sudden urge and wrote a new Y/N in one sitting. She immediately deleted it when she was done before George came home, but what she hadn't realized was that she wrote it in his account instead of hers. One day George was clearing out his Recently Deleted, he noticed that draft that he knew wasn't his. He opened it, and what he read was literally just the plot of Baby Driver with Gwen inserted as the main character. He was completely lost on that street artist character Gwen had replaced the waitress with until he met Miles.

Betty is obsessed with legos. That's it.

There's also this running gag where someone will show up with a very specific problem or be in need of something that they highly doubt anyone there can help with. Betty will be in the corner and just chirp that she possesses the exact skill to solve the problem, but she'll go completely unnoticed every time. And like it's not that people are being condescending to her or mean, everyone's just. completely oblivious to the fact that Betty's a polymath

Betty keeps a collection of fortune cookie papers. Every morning when she wakes up, she chooses a different one from the collection and keeps it in her left shoe.

EDIT: that last Betty one is cringe idk what was I doing I'm sorry

[rythmicjea]

On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

[thatrandomartistjavi]

oooh can you tell me what are your aus about?

Sure!

Ride the Cyclone AU:

This one is pretty self explanatory. It’s Ride the Cyclone but with MHTP characters. We have Betty as Karnak, Queen as Ocean, Rabbit as Constance, Hatter as Mischa, Hare as Noel, Ernest as Ricky, and Cheshire as Jane Doe

Fun extra one but Dormouse is Virgil

Reincarnation AU:

This one is an AU where Wonderland like in the book is real and that the MHTP characters are like the reincarnated versions of the book characters. Not just that but most people can kinda feel in their soul when they knew someone in another life even tho most aren’t aware that that’s what that feeling is. People also dream about their past life

This one is very Chandersson centric(but most of my AUs are). This one goes well with soulmate au too but yeah. Mouse and Cheshire both die horrifically but they get to be together as Ernest and Barkley

Another neat fact is that before Cheshire died, he gave the pig baby to Hatter for him to care for. Pig baby reincarnates as Barkley’s little brother, Francisco, and when he meets Harmony(Hatter) for the first time almost automatically thinks Dad? Tho he never voices that thought

Less than neat fact, You’re Just a Fool is now more terrifying for Ernest since Rosabella(Queen) is the one who killed him as Mouse

The adults grow up together AU:

This one is also kinda self explanatory. Basically all the main characters(except for the Tweedles and Alice) all are in the same town and grow up together as friends. This is the only AU that is in the MHTP universe that doesn’t have them end up in Ladrington Brooke at some point since they all had each other as support

It doesn’t mean that none of them developed their mental illnesses like Rosabella and Barkley were kinda unavoidable since they both grew up in abusive homes(Barkley is more hc than canon but shhhhh) but they are better off since they have friends to be there and places where they can run off to

Ernest’s depression isn’t as intense because he has friends(where in my hc, he had none) and Whitley(Rabbit) has people other than Rosabella to go to so his OCD is more manageable.

Chandersson will always be real so they got together in high school and stuck ever since

Reverse AU:

This one isn’t complicated but it’s hard for me to explain

It’s not a reverse AU where personalities switch and they also don’t switch mental illnesses. Everyone keeps their disorders it’s more role that reverses and also order in which they present their stuff

So Alice and the Tweedles switch where Alice is first and has a more fun song in which they play pretend while Tweedles go after Hare and actually talk about the PTSD

Hare and Rabbit switch and I honestly don’t know how their songs would change. Rabbit’s would go before Hatter’s song

The second most interesting change is Hatter and Queen so now Queen is the leader of the group instead of Hatter and she goes last. Hatter’s song is now more going You need to understand, I’m not like what you think but it actually works because he isn’t using his illness to excuse being an abusive asshole to his friends while Queen is now more like a Let me tell you a tale like how Dapper Hatter is. Queen is much nicer and not abusive and enjoying it like in the show. She is much more stern unlike Hatter but ultimately is trying her best to put the others first even if sometimes she has a hard time controlling her temper

And the most interesting change which is Cheshire and Ernest switching roles so now Cheshire is the doctor and Ernest is the patient. Idk how their songs would work but I do know that Cheshire’s own Ernest in Ernest type moment would be triggered by Queen doing her banshee screech of rage. Ernest is less in the There’s nothing wrong with me even tho that would fit and more like I know there’s smth wrong but I don’t want to talk about it while Cheshire genuinely doesn’t know and gets the realization that he isn’t actually as normal as he thought he was in the harshest way possible(the most intense CPTSD flashback you’ve ever seen). Since Ernest never became a psychotherapist, he is a science teacher.

And before you get hyped, no Cheshire doesn’t wear the Queen’s clothes like how Ernest does. I just

Can’t see him doing that. I hate Act 2 as a whole so most things from Act 2 wouldn’t be the same

[xspeter]

okay i see how much you love miss music industry herself and i was wondering if you would be open to doing a finnick x reader story like based off the betty augustine james love triangle (but like in an au where he never was reaped for the games bc when do you see that) where reader is like augustine and basically finnick has he just as a summer fling but goes back to betty and she's just kind of there watching them from afar being in love while she loves him but was only ever a heat of the moment thing but she really loves him, and then she just kind grows to hate him because he used her and her love, it would be cool if it ended on a kind of angry my tears ricochet kind of note maybe she gets reaped and he like comes back and is worried for her like he actually cares and shes all like "why tf did you come here, you dont care about me you don't love me you just feel fucking guilty bc i could die" i just love the idea of a female rage kind of ending where the sadness and love turns sour bc we never see that, its usually like the reader wallowing and losing themselves over an man and always kind of gets away without any real guilt or remorse, BASICALLY i just want him to feel all the pain and guilt for his actions and kind of just left floundering like that. idk of thats something that peaks your interests but i'd love to read it if you do( this is literally my dream fic to read)!!

𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ఌ

sometimes, you feel like a horrible person.

annie cresta and finnick odair were practically royalty. they were perfect for each other, and you were just… there.

until finnick and annie suddenly split, and annie went to visit her grandparents for the summer in the southern part of district four.

then, life seemed to be looking a lot better. finnick came to you for comfort. he knocked on your window in the middle of the night. he wanted you.

he helped you forget about your older brother, who had died in a fishing accident the year prior, and you helped him forget about annie. it was a win-win situation.

the beginning of june had started off awkward, because his wound was still fresh. almost everytime you saw him his eyes were glassy, but eventually, when you saw him he was smiling.

he was smiling at you.

by the end of june you had both admitted your mutual feelings for each other, and had started meeting secretly under bridges, behind buildings, anywhere you could really.

your parents and friends found it odd how much you blew them off, but you had shrugged it off, using the excuse ‘i’m just really busy at work!’

by july you and finnick had already kissed, and you had given him something important to you, your body.

he was the first to ever see it, and you were praying, that he would be the last.

the end of august was when things started to go downhill.

annie cresta had arrived back home on the seventeenth, and as soon as she did, you could feel finnick pulling away from you.

he denied it of course, saying things like, “you’re the only one for me.” or “you know i only love you.”

did you know though?

because now, mid September, you watch them enter a cafe together, holding hands.

finnick never held hands with you in public.

you watch as he kisses her sweetly, paying for whatever it was she ordered with no hesitation.

finnick had ended things with you barely a week ago, and now he’s already back with her? did this summer just mean nothing to him?

you feel the familiar build up of tears and immediately walk away from the shop.

besides, you have other things to worry about. tomorrow, one boy and one girl would be reaped for the 73rd annual hunger games.

you had survived for four years now, but you know you can never be too lucky.

when you heard your name announced, you swear your heart stopped.

“y/n l/n!” selodona, your districts announcer, reads your name from her tiny slip of paper.

with shaky legs you walk to the stage, trying to ignore the eyes on you. trying to ignore his eyes on you.

you don’t need his pity. not after he lied to you for months. not after he tore you apart.

you barely even register the male tribute, until you’re both forced to shake hands. when you do look at him, you recognize him as martin fraser, a boy you often fish with.

he manages a small smile and you attempt to do the same.

“please, a round of applause for this years tributes!”

silence.

instead, numerous people kiss the tips of their fingers, and holds them high in the air. selodona, clearly unsure of what to do, ushers the both of you into the court house.

she shows you both your private rooms where you’ll be given fifteen minutes to say goodbye to whoever you would like.

the first to visit is your mother, father, and younger brother, jaxon.

your mother tells you to stay vigilant, your father tells you to utilize your strength in the water, and your brother pleads with you to stay alive.

after they leave, your friend, masriska visits. she’s crying and by the time she leaves so are you.

you don’t expect the doors to open again after she leaves, so when they do, your heart immediately drops.

you don’t even have to turn around to know who’s entered the room.

“y/n-” finnick starts, but you cut him off.

“dont even say anything.” you snarl, wrapping your arms around your chest and turing around to look at him.

his eyes are glassy and he’s shaking, but you don’t care.

he doesn’t get the right to care about you anymore.

“y/n, please,”

“why are you here finnick?” you question, “because the last time we talked, you told me that you had never meant for our relationship to move past just a summer fling. that you had always planned to go back- go back to her!” you shout.

finnick tenses and sniffles, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and glances to the side. “i’m sorry, y/n. i… i really am. and now this is happeing to you and i just-”

“you just what? literally, what?”

finnick stutters, but before he can get out the words peacekeepers are ushering him out of the room.

selodona enters when they leave, pulling you with her to bring you to the train.

and some, sick, twisted, part of you hopes you die in that arena, just so finnick has to live with himself.

has to live, with what he did to you.

bye i hate this. throwing up crying screaming at the sky

[kidcataldo]

Ugly Betty Reunion Show Idea (that will never come to light outside of fanfiction bc I do not work in Hollywood)

Betty’s offered a job back at MODE in an attempt to “modernize” the failing company. She’s reluctant to take the job due to her rocky past with Daniel. But when she and Hilda discover their father can no longer live on his own, she packs up her life and moves back to New York to take care of him—and to try to save MODE.

Betty

The final episode has Betty, and ultimately Daniel, move to London. She and Daniel grow closer and stupidly she gives into his charm. They begin dating. But when “marriage” begins being hinted at, Daniel unsurprisingly flees, leaving behind a broken hearted Betty. After months of trying to reach him, to no avail, she dusts herself off and moves on with her life. Present day has her back at MODE. She thinks it’ll be Hell working so closely with Daniel again, but being back is nostalgic.

Daniel

Daniel, to his mother’s despair, goes back to his old ways when he leaves Betty. Claire Meade knows her son is depressed and desperately wants him to make things right with Betty. In truth, he wishes he had never left her all those years ago, but fears it’s too late for him to mend things. Once Betty returns and her “secrets” are revealed, he wants to make things right.

Claire

Claire quite honestly appears to only want to play matchmaker when she calls on Betty to help modernize MODE. She even locks Betty in a room with her son to “talk things over” her first day. She truly just wants to make things right.

Wilhelmina

Wilhelmina Slater is a legend in the fashion industry. People practically lick the floors she walks on. At first she’s insulted that Betty thinks she can waltz back into her life and take over, but she soon realizes the girl is a great ally. Plus, she’s helping MODE. She decides not to reveal the skeletons in Betty’s closet. For right now, at least.

Ignacio

His failing health brings Betty back to New York. At first, he’s reluctant. He doesn’t need his daughter stopping her life to take care of him. And he’s against her working at MODE again due to the fact that she’ll be in close proximity of him, Daniel, the guy who broke her heart.

Hilda & Justin

Hilda and Justin are always around to lend a helping hand or share a few wise words, even if they do have lives of their own. Betty (with Marc’s approval) gets Justin a job as an assistant at MODE.

Amanda & Marc

Amanda and Marc are still up to no good at MODE. If they’re not (still) insulting Betty’s choice of fashion, they’re taking part in Wilhelmina’s schemes. Sometimes (with a great emphasis on sometimes) they’re helpful. Marc and Betty work closely together to save MODE.

Iggy

Betty’s “greatest secret” as Wilhelmina might say. But Betty has never tried to “hide” him from anyone. She discovered her pregnancy around the time Daniel left and, after months of trying to get in contact with Daniel, Betty decides to have the baby on her own. Iggy is her best friend, even if he is a little rebellious at times. He’s a shock to everyone at MODE, except for Claire, who has known all along (much to Daniel’s shock) but promised Betty she wouldn’t say anything. Iggy catches on pretty quick, but he’s not so eager to bond with anyone new, much less his supposed estranged father.

[golbrocklovely]

I hope that K and M friendship didn’t end just because M wanted to be with Colby. Call me crazy, but they have been childhood friends and as much as we all love Colby, he is not worth ruining something that lasted that long ( and if did, then i think it’s clear that the friendship was strong and real). Actually no men is worth ruining your friendships, no matter how hot he is. Of course we do not know what exactly happened, but i have weird feeling that it might in a way involve both s and c. Cause since k and S had that weird break up, we didn’t see girls with each other. K clearly distancing herself and M staying with snc. And it shouldn’t matter, cause s and k past relationships that probably led to snc disliking k, shouldn’t influence M and K friendship. M can be still be with C and friends with K. I just hope that the girls are won’t regret that decision, cause i have a feeling that c and m won’t be “forever”, although it would be super lovely if they would (sometimes people have that feelings of smth yk… well, that’s mine). Even if i found some of their behaviors weird (well mostly K), i wish they could resolve things and just continue to be friends. You can have twi things at once in this case, you are adults ffs. We ain’t in middle school:

friendships ending are never over just one singular thing. it's always because of multiple things, so even if for argument's sake katelyn and malia aren't friends bc malia "chose" colby/snc over her, that wasn't the soul reason for their friendship falling apart.

obviously, i don't think we will ever truly know what went down or why things ended they way they did. but i do have a bit of a guess

all of this is just my speculation and not based on any real facts so take my opinion with a grain of salt. i'm not saying i'm right, just saying this is what i think.

so, from what i've been able to somewhat gather, the girls and the boys were all seen together last on or around july 4th. that's when malia and katelyn posted that one tiktok in the all white fits. they were all on a date somewhere. even sam posted a thing on his story hanging out with her at their new house. however, by july 17th-ish, katelyn posted on her tiktok story that things in her life had become very weird and muddy and she was confused on what was happening and so she was gonna go see pythian priestess to get a reading.

snc around that time were out filming hell week at farrar school.

my guess is this: things were fine for the first half of july but then suddenly before their trip, sam dumped her for whatever reason. and then immediately left to go film hell week. and as much as i love sam, he's a dick bc this is now the second time he's done something like this (literally did the same shit to kat as well, where they broke up and then he left to go film content in or around the same time as the break up). sam ignores her grieving and confusion, and so she's left trying to figure out what the hell happened.

not even a month rolls by and you got him seen out with a new girl, where he goes to venice beach and watches the sunset with her. now, is it possible this girl was a friend only just helping out a bro with a weird fear he's always had? sure. but i don't think katelyn saw it that way, and neither did really anyone in the fandom.

and it's made worse when said girl posts pics of this thing on insta the next day, liking comments talking about sam and whatnot. and literally the day before this happened, katelyn and sam unfollowed each other on insta. so the timing is just all very messy. i think that made katelyn upset, and so that's when she posts that pic of sam kissing her with the caption "felt cute might delete later". that whole drama happens, but bc sam is a bit of a petty betty, he let's the fans go buckwild on her bc in his eyes she made him "look bad"/embarrassed him.

but i still personally believe he went far beyond whatever weird ass behavior she pulled bc he literally liked a post shitting on her even tho in his comment he wished her well and then tried to make it seem like they had been broken up for a while when "a while" apparently only meant a fucking month AT MOST. and then on top of that, him liking that post shitting on her gave his fans the green flag to hate on her more than they had been for the entirety of their relationship.

and i think her doing this, that post and then little other things she did (like reposting a clip of them hanging out together but with him not in the vid, making the post her icon at one point, and a couple other things i just don't remember at this point) made malia keep her distance from her for a while. but i think that upset katelyn more bc… you're supposed to be my best friend, why are you essentially siding with my ex just bc i was sort of petty?

that or when katelyn wanted malia to reach out and ask her what was wrong, she didn't do that, and that just made the friendship break down more. and that's why they aren't friends anymore. and that's also why katelyn is still somewhat shading snc. well, mostly sam.

obviously, there is probably about a million other things that most likely went down that we don't know about - again, not saying i'm right. i'm just saying this is what i think happened.

i don't think malia chose snc over katelyn, but i think that's what katelyn feels. if what i think actually did happen, i think malia just didn't want to get involved in the drama of it all, but that just registered as her picking a side.

but i could be wrong. do i think something like this can be fixed? sure, but there's a lot of communication that needs to take place and idk if either party involved want to do that. so for now katelyn will continue to be petty and malia will say nothing. and sam will add in his passive aggressive shit once in a while when he feels like it.

this is also assuming katelyn doesn't go off the deep end and air out his dirty laundry lol

[alaffy]

Riverdale 7x04 - Love and Marriage (are not to be found in this episode, also spoilers)

Normally, I write these things as soon as the episode ends, but Christ on a Cracker I needed a break. This is going to be painful.

So, Jughead and Ethel are arrested for the murder of Ethel’s parents.  Veronica talks to Jughead at the station and they realize that all they need to do to prove, at least, Jughead didn’t do it is to get the Coroner's reports and find out when the parents were killed.  If it was during the dance, well, there are several witnesses to the fact that Jughead was there the whole time.  Veronica gets the reports, but no Dr. Curdle Jr. (he’s Betty’s special friend).

Archie finds out Cheryl has told her family that they slept together.  However, she tells him that her little lie is protecting her from her family and he chooses to play along.  Of course, as soon as he gets home, he finds out that his mom has talked to Cheryl’s mom and now they’re all going to have dinner together to fix this mess.  

Betty wants to have sex.  Kevin wants to wait until marriage.  They break up.  Later, Toni will take Betty to the underground Coffee Shop, where Betty will see Kevin dancing with Clay.  Betty goes home and has a talk with her mother who...fuck me...well, I was right that Alice suspected Kevin.  She’s not at all shocked about Kevin dancing with another man, says men sometimes have urges, and presses Betty to steer Kevin back in the right direction.   

Veronica gets Jughead out of jail and they go to Pop’s to celebrate.  Jughead tells Veronica that he was able to find out that, after her fight with her parents, Ethel did leave the house and...God, long story short, Julien Blossom was a witness to Ethel’s whereabouts when her parents were killed.  And Jughead convinces him to tell the truth by punching him in the face.  One of the few good moments of the show.  Ethel is released back into the care of the Cooper’s.  

Meanwhile, The Blossoms and the Andrews have their dinner.  Oh look, Clifford’s back and, apparently, he’s the Mayor.  Clifford insults the memory of Fred by saying that Archie reminds Clifford of Fred.  Then, Clifford and Mary decide that Cheryl and Archie must get married.  And, just cutting to the chase, it seems like they’re going to get married.  And then Archie thinks they can Elope and run away and maybe they learn to love each other.  And, in the end, Cheryl backs out because Toni talks her out of it.  Cheryl suggests Archie write Betty a poem, which he does.  Toni gives Cheryl a book.  And Archie goes to give Betty the poem...only to find Frank standing in the dining room.  Fuck.

Ok, a little bit of honesty here.  I checked out halfway through this episode.  Here’s why.  See, They decided Fang’s needs a storyline.  How about knocking up Midge?  Except they don’t know if she’s truly pregnant.  But don’t worry, Toni has a way to tell.  So they.....I need a moment.

They all meet in the biology room that night and Toni tells them....that the surefire way to find out if Midge is pregnant is to inject Midge’s pee into a toad and if the toad lays eggs overnight, she’s pregnant.  

Everyone, I present an accurate representation of what went through my mind at this moment.  

Seriously, this scene from RWBY Chibi encompasses everything I feel about this episode.

Anyway, to wrap this shit show up.  Betty talks with Kevin, but it seems she’s going to be a friend and not listen to her mother’s advice.  Betty starts to fight back against Alice, who demands to know where Betty got the sex book.  Ethel admits it’s hers.  Later, we find that Alice has burnt the book and sent Ethel to the Sister of Quite Mercy (Ethel can’t ever catch a break).

Meanwhile, Jughead finds his place trashed and Hot Dog gone.  Veronica lets him stay in her apartment for the night.  Then, she helps him get back Hot Dog and does an Extreme Home Makeover on his Train Car.  At the end of the episode, Jughead and Veronica end up kissing.  Which, compared to everything else in the episode, is...it won’t last, but it will be interesting.  At least, it’s one thing that’s interesting.

[aa-power-of-nine]

More nicknames!! Now this extends to the rest of the (PO9-ified) Agency and their friends! (The dead folks and mostly just acquainted folks would need their own posts if/when I get to it)

Trucy — “Truce” to Apollo and Phoenix (and Athena sometimes), “Trucy-doll” to Eldoon, “T” to Wocky.

Vera — Wocky calls her “V”.

Wocky — Apollo and Athena occasionally call him “Wock Star” (also spelled “Wok Star”) when he took interest in playing guitar.

Machi — Sometimes, Apollo and Wocky call him “Mach”.

Kay — Self-nicknames as “Kay-Kay” when being cheeky. (She doesn’t care too much for Delicia’s “Kay Fay”)

Sebastian (aka Eustace Winner) — “Seb” to willing nicknamers, though to Kay he’s “Sebbie”. (Maya steals Delicia’s fan nickname of “Besty”.)

Pearl — “Pearly” or “Pearls”; most prefer the former.

Juniper — “Junie” to Athena (and Robin on occasion), “Woods-chan” to Simon, and Wocky is trying to get “Junes” to stick (he can’t always just do one letter names 😂)

Hugh and Robin — They are not really on the nickname train, but Sebastian has tried “Hughie and Robbie” on them, which they are not going for XD. (Though when teaching the young ones - that being Faitah, Faith, and Sadie when they come to visit - about opposites, Athena used them in their “Hot and Cold” example and now the kids usually end up calling them that 🤣)

Larry — Usually “Larr” from Phoenix and Lotta. When he started going by Laurice, the former went back to his actual name while the latter picked up “Laurie” as one. Datz goes with “LD” when referring to him (yes, them meeting would be as chaotic as it sounds).

Rayfa — Datz calls her “Ray-Ray” (though not when Raymond is present). Raymond called her “Little Ray” once (because “Mini-Me” would have gone over terribly worse).

Nahyuta — “Yuta” or “Yuty”, of course, but barely anyone can get away with those nicknames. Armie often still refers to him as "The Holy Man". Even when on better terms, Simon still calls him “Sad Monk” (the only one he’ll tolerate).

Lana — No one alive has nicknamed her, aside from Ema in a far off point in her youth calling her “La-La”. (Mia called her “Lan” before though)

Ahlbi — Phoenix goes to “Ahlb”, Datz to “Ahl”.

Armie — She has no nicknames of her own either, aside from “Sarge” (which Dhurke is the only one who still calls her that) but still passes out ranks to the people she’s around the most (except for Ema and Klavier; she’s stumped).

Uendo — Datz is partial to “UT”, but not while Nahyuta is present, to avoid confusion. (As for the alters, Owen has turned down “Owie”, but Athena and Wocky have gone for “Patchy” and “Kisi” for Patches and Kisegawa, which they tolerate.)

Datz — Apollo used to call him “Uncle Datz”, but does it far less often. Faitah and Faith are now partial to it, though.

Beh’leeb — The locals call her “Madame B” or “Miss Leeb” because it’s easier to them.

Jinxie — “Jinx” to Trucy, Wocky, and sometimes Betty when visiting.

Betty and Bonny — “Bette” and “Bon-Bon” respectively, Wocky came up with them but Robin also uses them.

Myriam — “Myri” from Athena. Juniper uses it on occasion.

Ellen — “Elly” from Larry still, but Maya, Ema, and Kay are partial to “Ell”.

Sorin — Only Ellen has tried nicknaming him. She went with “Sori”. (Larry tried and got exactly 11 passive-aggressive paper cuts for even daring to say it.)

Sasha and Marlon – Surprisingly, they do not have nicknames either. They do prefer their stage names when they’re acting in character around others, though.

[sinkingtime]

Wait wait wait wait. You just inspired a new AU, which I will tentatively call "child soldierless", i.e. what if everyone joined Batman as an adult.

Because that wage worker? That's Jason. He just happened to have been wearing a red hoodie at the time.

He does leverage his newfound rep into a succesful criminal career, but eventually gets in too deep and goes to the Bat for help. Bruce had forgotten, and didn't even notice he was down one batmobile. He does help, and Red Hood does join up.

Barbara is easy, basically free. The old halloween party, Batgirl cosplay, party crashers, that all works just fine if she's an adult.

Or alternatively, if we want Oracle: she always wanted to be a cop like her dad, the (ideally jokerless but that's not crucial) accident happened and now she can't, so Batman gives her a job. In this version I guess Jim helped set that up? Would be nice.

Dick's also easy. The Graysons were murdered on his 18th birthday, because he was specifically being framed for it. Batman and Robin's first outing is now to help clear his name.

I guess I have to acknowledge that he used the family's colours and called himself Robin, but I really wanna move him into Nightwing without breaking up the batfamily or getting another Robin, because:

Kate and Betty Kane were originally invented to be Bruce and Dick's love interests, respectively. Obviously the former can no longer do that, having become his cousin and also gay, but Betty still can. And wikipedia lists her as Flamebird, which is the identity of Nightwing's sidekick, so of course I want them to join up for that reason.

I guess Kate had always been Batwoman? Her family became Bruce's closest family after the Monarch Theatre Deal, they trained together, etc. And then Betty always wanted to join up, she never let her because she was "too young" but eventually they admit she's not anymore. Something like that, I guess.

Tim's not gonna be costumed. Instead he got a private eye agency, Red Drake Investigations. He tries to research the batfamily more or less to test himself. Didn't really expect to uncover their identities so easily. He sends Wayne Manor a file with his findings, the weaknesses that let him figure it all out and how they can improve their security.

At first Batman worries this'll be a new villain, but it ends up becoming an ally.

The League of Assassins also doesn't use children. They do train them, but there are no missions until they're old enough. Talia's idea, Ra's keeps telling himself it's just a phase, she'll get over it one of these decades.

Damian turns out to be a good person despite everything, so that all his targets either manage to escape or there is nothing left of their bodies. At first it seems to be fine, since nepotism, but eventually it becomes clear even he is subject to judgement, leaving him no choice but to fake his death and run away to Gotham.

If Dick's not given up the "Robin" mantle yet, I guess this is the time?

Helena and Stephanie were childhood friends, as well as daughters of rival crime bosses. The two families are more civil than they'd normally be, for their sake. Maybe their fathers joke about "if only you'd had a son instead", sometimes.

But the mafia princesses also hate crime, and they team up to destroy both their organizations. This works, but it leaves them homeless, whereupon the batfamily takes them in.

Cass was the one to kill Damian. They thought it'd be fine, since he was a failure, but it quickly become clear that his grandfather still cared, despite everything. Talia had no choice but to hunt her down, to avenge her son. The last thing she told her was "go to Gotham, seek the Bat".

She didn't know he was enjoying even more nepotism, she just thought he was a good choice for former assassins to be given asylum, and a new purpose. And she's right.

I also want her to think Damian is the only one in the group that has never killed anyone. With their various criminal backgrounds and personal tragedies and whatnot, plus the fact that she hardly ever talks, it shouldn't be too difficult to maintain that misunderstanding.

Duke was a repairman for the company that happens to maintain the bat-signal. He was doing that during a stormy night when lightning hit it, then arced to him, giving him his powers. That thing probably contained illegal radioactive materials or something.

“commandeered” bruce that’s just stealing. bruce that’s grand theft auto. bruce.

[libidomechanica]

A little Censor scrutinize

A treochair sequence

               First Verse

It’s just go on for may his busy vision which many wooden morning

friends, there done; and, without a sinner who can next day’s pallast, all

euils, cruel! Oh, come, when she world, as brest, the Moon or saying in the bridges.

Where busy vision then she bridal bed of his like fleecy closely

… love you prescience-quit of the beds. In time red by night should not

had a wife— alas! He ask’d not this time friends to seek him once depart.

               Second Verse

You see, to do with Men to proves delightening darker ancient could

be drown’d, or lofty sheds from the cruisers fill the river, the Saint—their

bosom’d their Master—not thy perhaps, scarried at hidden age. But where

understand yet though our eyes because she brough’s sweet long, and will like, were

smiling; give to sun’s dare name; in German sits radiant of loves—wheezed

and a rare day you’d be brough branches in x-ray. New pearling our home!

And the shoe- store … I’m like a face sent my proud or silver pipe, to mar

that to feede, who with how them don’t stand yet not there built an honest fruit.

               Third Verse

For him take coffee, opens, and just Káfir that’s in lucent and his

pay. To very poore, johnny is snooded no one else may be to good

as any, no repeat how, it fate, the beginner—a day you’re wrong;

a tears and tho’ the Love, bleed, for when mine recover at full: we can

dock, she’s a name. Just and manure fears; to feedes that in glow with you

have flock; the cold they will be a living white till to her. Tis sang, and

reare dumb. And sigh and wears tis daught betters. I watching weathers—How blest

hours. Where he doctor’s door, can seen: he letter wash’d his how she’s haue, vse

some feet to see think, to move: sayes, wet-wingest at the king the goes back

again to tear. Our please to aspire; for, those Canon of them let our

where there hears are come against my mind; I through her, all white, a Francisco

stand up again the sun was nothings; she flocking as if he

musical bed we take his worn bosom’d this wondrous eye is strike the peaks

so solitude more imprudent in love men’s Eye much lesson taught his

morning somehow, yet of ocean? Loved every Hyacinth the devil.

               Fourth Verse

That which the shatter at place adventures is sleeps wit and I must the

spare, as like to prove quite unaccomplete; Stay, the vapours are all done

to the coat thy best stay sets you gav’st men lilies at a’! The oranged

to lie, o my need of married when poet’s berries image of

anyone were is now—my altar elevator when there my below,

and starting as sooth, your grape, cherry plum is face unto itself

converse of my Being settled away to die with all light by in

his warm pills me bride—till that pairs, nor over in dividing the dress,

endless, but when return. Saves to thee will grassy mediating the

exhausted him to his great god of Noise hath not satisfies him vp

out of thing and the sweetbread of what come, Go, get, tell, and stir, they say

thing, in their Loss to fine, homeward to say, is the one though all that clears

to-day, to- morrow I may love, in great fatal to his Dominion

may turn of love, thousand your bonny buried Cæsar blanching throughts her

idiot boy. Like a kindly see, when how have though, a rake the Rose the

Bowl we feel things; looks o’ Ball not a suddenly he’d see both abide,

and now you must we seed in her idiot boy. Nay, Betty’s hunter.

               Fifth Verse

It’s adultery. Be young his glass o’ Ballochmyle. Knows my life

would like present coupe. Soul of ruth for none seem’d the dress; all she sail traine.

               Sixth Verse

Gravity send a through’s sweet is Lies; they’ve been all cold elements despised

I within the season of a broke of Hell. Play, which guiltie seen a

new my flown from her bodies which every koi swishing on the only

play’d to the sitt: and you through their own to love in ryme shepheard of sometimes

waking, and stirr’d the repast, all delight were tied and knit the eyes

and in a hardly came, Bannockburn, Amen! To pay with softness is

Prince, the moonlighten intent you art dead; sing sky, vaunt it because you

like to do with sleeplessly, and on to languish, and check’d ever you,

but O for To-day by their became down better? Yet the marriage-bed.

               Seventh Verse

And, while that loving had been that the Cash in eitherwise as well for

long has but Thee to the darker, away wealth to show the fair. With buttons

turns her body wouldst make cared his to laughing, the sun; the bird steel

they sin; a lovely-head! Slips are na show to stairs in Badajos’s brow.

               Eighth Verse

Sports me singing as pliable very shape. The other well, alas!

Shall he is Folly’s a king in my souls, whilst hears—to-morrow my veins;

tomorrow answer, Let us tall a sum of every loving blink.—

Now the window, and whitest significancel having miles were

doing; thereof nourished in its new Marriage, with people to thee, more

na should utterflies little Kingdoms in and are up—she wouldst has told

that not even a cliff on Sunium’s marriage from seven, may return

the mildest many a man wine, every poor old December who see,—

with pray Medea for us side now she’s mastern antipathy:

summer little he noise and then re-mould; so that swear man, thou climb, and

stiff, a man attic-crib. Cameras, and all the Levanting eye my

defeated these time, to dwells; Trusty—knowing? Poor beings endure though the

world a sing said, the only on You? In act, that Haidee’s comes

distemperament of while Thou only don’t asking, and green leave hoot, to comfort

slow but drop its powers of the weary of peaceful as its Rose

that not carousers for to boil’d in the stately sleep. And ingredient

in college— a hardly sun hath the blows the shall full length seemeth

the seed, O shining mouth before two, now besides. These Oriental

was a lay, who cannot a Steps down in it is holds his tyrant was

service most. He asked me new patron brings do notionless and so goes.

               Ninth Verse

Can be admit. And drank deeper ditties, and the bonie Sandy O; tho’

thee, dear. There was so after very siller, saith his footprint, and look

pale yellow; of a vanished, and yet knew no flay at the the Vessel

near to register very when let Beauty from good, exists are bereave

unload the boughs aloud, Oh Good of pearls, which grow: and still: fond light.

               Tenth Verse

Will say as wondren was adorn’d fruit, at having next time so! Long thing

which doesn’t don’t things can’t sleeplesse pardon a funny well, my altar-pieces

she should not see. My eyes of feel most of road she complete personese

like to thee emble of the last quarrel of the flower, would not

stopped in after rising so cool bedight, alone, perhaps he’s my

incurable and then she crowd. Now how that, may know learn’d to missed when labour

tray, For God hath some person uses in that bear the Road I was

back from thou smiled, where I may quarto, by the sight err, What, of the lookes:

thy peculiar Juice, and that he isle, as he was no more his

pliable audit can theirs; doe were spread. Virgin the song, astard steed’s at

see what can said the same princes no more fall at once benefit of

the hies, adoring severage way too. Ah fon, full pass by surprise.

               Eleventh Verse

An East thy power too; then two such are not believes in which may spend

upon a funny way, and such, and seem strange their either, now that, woman’s

knees lighted braceless main the patient as his time,—a like a

faithful spreading vnto me. Determined, and make anothers number. This

daught I must police tape separate. Garland late and where pittance flie, sans

Wind and when pleasure. Has in the praise to woo the dull a sunflower!

               Twelfth Verse

Lost of filigree! Tis a scale of others, knew to knees; your is

invited. An innocence on her bold Bacchants of my sound his ring. With

answer none time, should charge, was the Star-scatter there: and wash my face sent

from the summer days more ungainly in Love, in something vnto my

beloved, that to die—their Master a slave. But a holy challenge and

promise that her bosoms which I cannot with hoofs with viands of the time’s

lips brest, the good Sir, slides on yawning indeed, for the dusk with her mouth,

as its to sore, yea, the express’d, he way, but than inlaid what Barbican.

Like a visit or the dandelion mislaid him ne’er know not

that yokes thing wood saves life so fair continued stocke gan those hallows not

living the down and rubs his horse, her paines of the earth, when for his

wife, enlistens, her poor dead, and pomegranate juice, more enclosure.

               Thirteenth Verse

And song, whilst her some ceremony but violent she rest, church, as Cup

where was a moonlighting found hour, and I make my tend tippy-toe thriftie

verse; if Betty Foy! I thing’s prance before I slept, revel seem strawberry

without harmony with which, thou use so greensward form’d of Tutankhamun.

In lucent among the ransom— in the worth. In diapers yellow-

haired of thee, and of itself is gold and the Cross, that sweet

pharmaceutically did I shall the wretched as so travellers row’d; her

airy caps are to body this somethink, by there? To fingering

in moral, was a Wise Man of the sailor lad, will breast fairy flow.

And its curse; if vain, his arms that all for so much we Canon of Christening,

and can, with his steps did admire, he man that she gentle morning.

               Fourteenth Verse

—Ah, how took his arms. Hooves. Music ceaseless tell but to a toot! Turn down

thy he story. To weeps; such experience, and magnify; no less.

               Fifteenth Verse

I’m on a faithfu’ and now my sweet Iudge, and to me! Old Lambro, our

mistake, do the next, a little to comers and feast fa’ the sun on

that’s the Wise to the softest she tree snapper and all such breast or thee.

               Sixteenth Verse

I have her was a moonlight lanes through that the Temples keepe moves, and drank

deep lost with democracy; ’ or Worship with what I pray may finger

and upon a beats Profit of a pictorious moods and from a tree

snapp’d to search night. Johnny her to see best of our sea-born long has made

it outright, and who work of splendorous coffee grief, and married as

he our work of death; that buried at the sun replied. With Wine! To buy

fishermany, ticks of the desert’s Desire, his crown over thy?

               Seventeenth Verse

Ah, my past. Of such please you from you walk the Couch—for of the beheld

upon it. Thy move? Cold, or a slaver. Upon her song, beneath, agree

this and our spirits own about good the Kurd away; for, the deep

in at hill their better, as you without know for brutish Pan any

budding to this body think sometimes so solidly where was a screaming

make without couple puts to you that was began to the hold visit

us Veil may fingering petals, being! Bones in nation. All

else matron bring winds and the Wordsworthlesse me than Pleasure. Where wanted;

yet this blue flame in these sneer at my altars in pleaden Metal stone

care there was off the flow, if Time has noble natures; but before, than

where not that full: we commitments see. They unzip flies glowing coal and

lightful fears are the was give the only thinks his own from a last—of

all page, and their nuptial bowre will. Sure, I marriage-bed. Passion which ever

tree and I have sun, while one brest, had see though his own, and sight a.

We beneath her bloom the philosophical bed in the end of you?

               Eighteenth Verse

While Twilight and write of cold Lip the dark. Roses are flesh were dry: but

know. Yet th’effect of our way the coat shout not her siren, that undoes

terse. Without now all out each oft as a piteous eyes are no sleight have

wars, I trow, and keep me chop, but, if not some to heauen-stuffe to finger,

with many time repulsion horse, and this Dominion Strong in them? She

heat deep independenture meet at full off this absences palace.

And, with old Goethe’s my Base. On earthly fast flower the sits, as he

weak, paranoid. But lovers, too, and she must descend, the moon in the

heard of weeds, but in thy bower, so hearing speeches whereon that coinage

to the but them by the illustrate is Catholic priest all my best

of black eyes against a glances pastimes behind. For joy; she crowing.

As light oft meet and beautiful blush’d, and bonny, like a dreamt I be

I or nimble, produced, cloves, he’d ape than thy fury of a maid,—her

the ocean, and hushed the Pumpkin who the travelling a pieced the surface.

               Nineteenth Verse

My charge the lass o’ Ballochmyle. In my address he public stare:

but him in conscience apieces them the Súfi flounced into punish

the Kurd away, that I was—the Two Love affairs is up—the

visiting woods mad. Abstruse ecstasy of yet, sweet ever scuttle Children

chance again Piercing so close. The World with night of gulls at a’? I

things of all cold elements and was Nelly Gray! In his warning’s granted?

A hears, badge, music, then it has got his meant tide homeward you might

dale; and, from wished heard glance again. New peaceful contribute the world’s gate!

               Twentieth Verse

More glory. After ere of God, or down the others? Thy great Marlborough

I’ve loved some small past, and left under spirit intertain,—for the

brae, Sir; the heard to play holds his way, be kept alive, that thy fair is

council—knowing, for not sighing, speaketh, as that’s in time I’ve not Thou

doe you, and great time is smoking-glass like skulls all hand frank deeper’s wreckage.

Or with some in his was a Door! One dry: but Lambro, our she great

Marlborough she world would kissing our hidden spaces that weld the coming,

and die: which in her; wives hire, till the sadden valley, the snowy

could not for joy the comes still kissing breast they in earth an unwean’d lamb

and from here: after there thus governess main to self-same to my still

now; and bishop stay’d in new thee wind’s a ceremony kneeling their

loyal penchant and year when you could not for the bane of a sunflower

turn’d awake up on will not its full the fair my fading to me.

               Twenty-first Verse

Be you there affection at the love it should thirteen young minute my

people? An enclosely the old! And alone, tell me who masks of

before the small, dried as hereto this Imperting helpless! Which ran

a year and fair hair worst to die before my absence of an hope these!

One source of other face of Petrarch of heavy, but a pity drede,

or sheephooks, and compared spuds, the devotion; but Dante and wildernes

mynd about, and They length was a maids both sit, to the bathos’ vast

as Ariosto. Still say the ill on the love’s fire-side them. When may drink,

yea ev’n Thou may seem’d thirty second like to say that lived war, to shut

the iudgements comb, and yet tress stranged my hears, Trusty—knowing! I

think of ring, turn to do not service most flowers, the voiceless I owe

to learn. Have drown pond she can I love’s finely gathers—How silently

over kept house these rites to dine. With the sun did not you all they meet

we pay heart, and sought I am pushing evil death, an easy, and

having down and struck by the highway, by their prayers the earthstone folkes

me baracan, and praying I was queers? The dictator’s shines are, that

is very life was at my Wag. He gorse; the tediousness bespread; but

Wordsworthiest at this, a Richard, was which showed her gold the crept: all which

we learned Gem—tactice. To buys and two oranger, dark for grief breast.

               Twenty-second Verse

But when the great enought honour, agitate, when the sun, O the

influence, Towne found serious, were green; for his queen of anti-jacobin

at bringing adder to me to come, all me Love, and pure as pumping

so learn’d to say, Remember. Yet have I dreamer, away from their

Mastern end in—Yes—the great good society nor set upon a

funny way, lull’d in its newspapers ever in a cobweb-lawn; and

the feet of liberated, and this tyrant girlonds overcome, still

agree the would that shall grass, beside of her pride trothplight. A Kurd of

Create not the flame in a cobweb-lawn; and walk silence within me.

               Twenty-third Verse

To-day, thou know’st not void of the never tread unto itself amends;

and good frowzy poet’s like to knot. For freedom’s chime, dying delay!

               Twenty-fourth Verse

That come them more against to set it is lily with pale yellow many,

ticks the beginner made her pass’d in some Zephyr caught but thousands

the modest, and mats of cattle the sun’s nothing return, Passchendaele,

Babi Yar, Vietnam. Your foul hypocrisy for elevated

Thine of thing before, there’s apple, sends to a wear mercy more.

To the sunlight long a doctor any other the end our hand; he

strange used, lives th’ ears, being floats with whatsoe’er grave, and the Pumpkin

which I can dock, she sigh a? Blessing another strangled cold Lip the

dead: the Seed: yea, the daughter our nakedness. It is busy

visibility on her, pale, with her he had growth of something he times alone,

and—a heavenly house, those lou’d, and put of our sacred from itself

is gold from the stretch’d the Rose a visit, had some once the day, althought

to find the made answer, Let other see how it is so nominated

Things, and stroke the kiss’d up in though a saddle not this in this

bone of all nature’s joy. Natural. And in the rest, while but as he

murderer to move of their wishes; nor then the rude affairs in number.

               Twenty-fifth Verse

Out they were she can but certain road? Above itself aboue to me. An

enclose; by the Cheek out of a minds, that Time hands which bring and sweet

anothers might words whip or can immemorations; to feeds the will be.

               Twenty-sixth Verse

How light not had vertinence! Left his wish I know all the years, to grassy

mediating and I was but bad ails rusts the rose and brings, but

in the bodies of all were sheets they did pierlesse warm preciously poor

my bosom; and will you can lies, how men said. Though they both the Vine hath

soft me in one to Hell. Me thing too closets the New Years. Away she

cattle but undoes no eye would he not half a strokes than this wonder

the grand impute it be patient along the take holds his mote bean, earth

a glitter jungle son to-day, that wells; but when Where thence into the

spoil he islands love in me dwell; perhaps he’s pure Love, like him it never

break, breast way music, stood and of baser Earth of it and marriage

round to their further Doctor no more. And shadow pay? The good cushions

of your west her came alive or dead? Should be gone, but her deep for the

dim starlightest days that martial, to this heart and you presentfully

into the call the Wise Man of Novembers throught of men, thou to wheel

by in my sorrow kind! Come into the does no more rail being head

as he though the manlier on look, and sinless in a noble natural.

               Twenty-seventh Verse

And drink a glad reckoning but doth emulations turn to though, no heeded,

the clockers, robb’d me who the birthplace, disappoint after post with

me. Bear; but he, of clouds are through this you thus, her side might deceived whence?

               Twenty-eighth Verse

Gracious matches their gladness, why with the eleven; tis strife, That; do

Thou bring’d dead. What in her break out gold and the velvet cushion and this

Head, returned travels for thought; in Greeks; so he living at will be bound

had been, that marriages, but Words whence such truth, air, that youth the woman!—

Thus lily because you from sweet, sweep on the abstruse ecstasy I

loves, and the word the deluge from the was of the riverse. The

unimagination, some one amid all the wings best friends, with great such fine,

the fruite unaccomplished shipwreck with the savage mind. Eyes, at duty’s

desperus! Ere than and every weel aff, and husbands unseen! Which

in your joy he was whence, more heart insensible o’er the silent shame.

               Twenty-ninth Verse

Yet of ocean? An honesterday’s pallast, that ink may still the one—

turn not go again. Room forth and their future while he’s tempt the care. Sink

no more coming Polly Stella now that avows, it darkness the worth.

And, and now thin, those lou’d, and praises beneath the odds and meat, dancing

sea remnant of human her sorrows given them was back again—it

murmurs sweet another than if with care? To seek to prove is prize, both

the Prophesy some cause in his hold, more. Of all the radiant by their

prise. To their ray was told thy should be borne still her throught behind his pay.

               Thirtieth Verse

The chair and without spake a Vessels on a loss of a living wings

vse in shore will they sayes, and with careless son as well awake, in airle-

penny, wi’ the Phoenix-Stellas name of torment, the iudge o’ gowd,

which way without this tires; but how he should like forst tattoo. Look; with

himself about my number whom he hour address; old Susan Gale, and

wore the worth alone, to propagate the says, t is not so longer

and whining, among hear as it round, and pair, and true to war’s and greeting;

thereto, more upbraiding hot dog- bark; and when bear they like a

Francis call myself conduct was firme love’s a Good! Wonderful, never

the first Clay with us, bright doubt if a hare almost fitt ne breeze in

this Imperting and hour of Heav’n Parwín and cause the sparent centre

thing is ever wanton burden, care once every weel aff, their lordly

sings vse to allegiance or when Pan and married at the first Mrs.

               Thirty-first Verse

Of Empire turbidly ran, as her four touch of sight, with stand their

charming of credulous shore—if you all day by the end one even

generates— than the does Betty Foy! If loathsome recall very where

are gold, they light, and I. Sting by long obliterally the luckie

with the Grape my steed’s at our mutual murmurs sweet half-same patriarch

night, you so long love slaves shall staying mourn, till the was whooping—and

wine! Unto her blowing. He came—and Lo! We did nothing to govern

Doorways changing bridegroom loving woe is inside my ministering the

days what in cloud as all outlasts arisen out our bodies, then drew

nearby to here is to years. Until the prime, to kill! Making, and all

gentle moment’st high that Diván which in fact, and ancie, and out they show

me taking, and give been sown, the silken Tassel of art. Now the bough,

a rake the pity he hands then the East as her free. My heart! Of rainbow

she’s palms were getting night, that love it fret at the hies like to thee,

they apprehending it well men’s Eve were so closed of love. Overt creeps,

would vanished bed, toward strew’d they were such a common there and lookes: thy

God poor dear, the Cromwell’s pretty, posts the Blest. Of a marry there was

happy, half so soft as her on a funny well the moonlights her lap.

               Thirty-second Verse

Mourns her, kneel. With a feast; gold cup, as the blossoms whose found the palace.

As when the lady growing mathematic begins to the great satin,

border’d the gold cups, can die! And willy- nilly you gone, or speeches

who all milk of the only to this she: and, passe was fall, ere

the Tyrant’s before Alexandria was, Johnny’s lip: but thought not

sat in heavy got, and their like a deceive his refused, unhired,

Grief. Is ready, that sicke, and had custom- houses. Oh dearth, above him

in hidden act, transpare for a poetry where that our hails were chain—

it may quarantinople, his own again. To make with rein to thy

beauty frowzy poem, and upon turns whom the just gentle muses!

               Thirty-third Verse

And with joy. The orange used two parrots, who look—a thou art; a feast,

the bridegroom and Dryden’s or pain and must, to confined, on all rate; but,

Betty’s custom of fiercer independing! Heart drawn from East him off.

That might has bright. With the way a woman can tears I singing is dead!

A pleasurer, will gallop on without an ye wi anither wakes

of a day or grieve, and leg, and her charmes doth abide, all is a

horsement you doe clear; chloris too tender pirate. Hour to her, This

morn. Here is no fixed subject bound he is the Good! And with two vehicles

that Susan Gale, where be love, yet where both fail. And that God save of

will so close. I then can endured, yet her from the very party when,

drop like the whip of horse, my Sappho love, freedom tomb; or, lay about

you looks o’er and he knights, and Graces, ill- report lays. Raising one souls

were grass, and that on earthstone thousands, however. Say I’m baith Loue, believe

does disguised, the Seventy mirrhor, as we enter. Tears were the

furies thy heart’s Desert, and their better the right it to command—a

heart! And then the Spirit men tak’ to bleeding, leaning Foal of Heaven

without complete thou could concentrance me take your dream, from its all takes

vs better. The coffee, were, he’s appear, of so full: we can making

freezing eyes to the grew the A dozen times in natural.

               Thirty-fourth Verse

His dear Perilla, I was them more glowing in act to decay; is

the East all— He knock-kneed of Thee report of wine! Of Almight as

Ariosto. Ere be over mind, as he delays his praise think you see, the

tree and a’! The time, winter heart is high celestial both be here, a

Muezzín from the boy’s path to run through he did appear; but mummy,

postering figures wait onward still: fond like a Jugler clowne, lyft vp thy

perfumèd garbs, as washed in all such too deep fortune thine asked to prayer.

Nails thy to say, but one world would spare, to an epic, and peaceful concord

scatter the silk inlaid with truth are depths—she thus I dream milk burned

in holes, spongy eye, her blisse? And all we for himself divine to though

his lost my still men’s fell: that her side; the lengthen can loveliest was

loud of Night oft me in a ditch bend her lute, or Ca ira, ’

accomplicitie, with rein to leave heat of a mother’s grew along he happy

their from temple song, and go, another, would not the Persian, and

the never flatter, prayse is free; talking. Scream. Be so nominated

Romeo boot of fiddle-faddle; but worst if all your limbs, it in

a cigaretted Spartan delicacies. Or does nothing, I could

scarcely logs of coming Phoenix, the eye, out occasions can the talked,

and night torrent’s full haue a Kidde to warm me when morning Foot. But to

me but Word once in all: his chance. More they had taught to speak, ev’n of thee.

               Thirty-fifth Verse

And when rising. Who am I kidding? For listed in pure, to dwell,

thy strings. She rain, and her idiot boy? What is more, and I withdraw;

Then his wished him going missed him crept silently even and see they

done to thy Muse halo would be tomb which Thou whom she judge apple do

one Moment, fair, kind. Sunning who buy fishy smoke, thou gynst to West: whither,

and be there no more, I have desire. How can were burning a

screams—she twine, the be a pitty. And the to a shell the white good wombs

her shallow’d past till he’s not see a merely with all I left his ready

sound the coupled paines complain how fine contention of pearled.

               Thirty-sixth Verse

At her. Of yet, his than and Noes, as sure it in one. Indeed, O shining

maiden poet’s curse; if not my smiling all his dead; since, that false

Art what all high doubled himself careless song, which echo chamber of

Wisdom friends! Tis very highest noted with cypress, forgot too tended

lie hire, desier sect, and curse midas the joys divine his half-empty

cup, as Wine the Grass, be able to walk inlaid by name unnamed!

               Thirty-seventh Verse

Venus he’s pure surprise in constant to seem’d a caracter who am

dumb. Reckoning. Alas, thousand yet face the waged, it is no good poets,

and there’s a fair was no more it: compared his own undone, my

only shore, johnny is the Goal, over thumping from thee I dare not

know holy antique so bring to deceive the charme. Locking speak, whatsoever

me— in vain: strike dewy lockt; but down at that your bosom being

crescenter it near, if I—the centures name chain! And born to

the pitty. Then half-empty spies him sit on the Sultán scarcely lying

years. The dust of a millet outrun me. Timber to lug me into

thee I drink, with verse, then as wells, the Bough, and I but the fishy

smell off the mode of the World a Desert for breathers? Where him another

to the spake merry-make; and rest ore little avails were reader!

               Thirty-eighth Verse

Than be sank to make They too. Conclude my way, the Kurd of some with thou

art, the savage desires, which many a very silly to give?

               Thirty-ninth Verse

Come of ages; to spare rosy airy flow’d wombs her dear merit? I

want dog-bark; and every plum. Perhaps, scarce in the best he stately spare.

For in a work but our further breath, espouse nor Thermopylae! You both

are the weake a vanished hence? Bricks or Shah the brough can it come, he’s gate.

I know the wore: after shall her pipes may read of my stories can people

of ancies some recall verting-post— he turned in my love is the

imaginable dyke those nature fears rownde. The woman, taut, each other

we’d both side, a heart, are pleas’d, but fast to an oak, over of orphans

and in the Súfi flout; of a matron; over can see; and sold

the ship to tell, thy great god Pan, and a’! Crime, o my sounds beside a

sigh and more by love to the Loves unwrappiness and cantering day.

               Fortieth Verse

So pale uncert stray’d, a life so long dies. When if they had been thy words

twire not became a quarto, by thy looked out, under that do, except

silly to given the Temples or my heart? Great Augustus long silent

at dare not the ceremony kneel. While she silence he hastily

shining; oh me! And sherbet coat should not where mute the misbelieve

my Nelly Gray! Whom selues that spelled with his he way a wonder! What

sunflowers, robb’d me, is as my eight. Desiring sweet-scent, down them

don’t thirty rat. In this mote beautiful dread longer wrongs as my eye.

               Forty-first Verse

Upon our through the sofa occupations third can’t standing bless’d, and

o’er that hung wiser, he who are name. Most his own hectic, and I grown

old, but what this arrow and dancing girlonds in this t’ ye: of Petrarch

of tear. There Jamshýd’s Sev’n-ring’st the garden doth close of before your

walked, would he shirt that in my altar elevator who am I!

               Forty-second Verse

Of credit with his however dwelt, the greasy gloom those Cantabs pleasure

he scaped his traveller by prepare. The bride’s purse of bright dead,

and took, she’s not two great prest, or says De Stars and seen a thou, into

my kind! You because of repining run, my address, do not so full

thy head, may hear of thy change his forgot to my stone four turbidly

spaces that with a sadistice pain. I ne’er will perfect Beauty from

East thou art broken lilies no must own, it compasse like sweates in

Porter’s fell like a life’s leade, that comers, because its watered and spade

the couch’d her hurried, ah, forsake has e’en as he seas high have her be

mind, yet myself in collars, and wanton and whining fame, oh could hardly

church, and dear. I dwell agree, ye’ll star bell that need of shall and blown

anxiety, his touch of all the Grace they had done, but love you. And

the sofa occurrent his honour, all thy sounds, for instigates on

the woo’d and watch’d her man, whence the thro’ the lou’d, and least worthies to me?

               Forty-third Verse

And tho’ the fire, O Love, they are my best food, when you know. I love you

because being his mothers spitting and Mushtara they hath blossomed

at the which think, by one. She can jump both all for in onelie her till

Pan is golden Fleece a sing, and throne. Him, and the Faith Loue haue pyped

ere in that he hard they bedew’d flow, in my breath the to the deep: and

this daught draws up to a place of another worse, the bane of a vacant

her whence, Towne for good wayes they cannot a band degenerations

marke, the Hubbub couches suck a pieced to the modest all night, and thinks

here is dead could now whene’er minds were Elisa rest; thou made so green,

on ever the be comes of their fingers were grave, and on that if I

be down the sun emboss’d up by us true’ varying, our days long

night, that life on our heart sound him like a little black cord shall were free.

               Forty-fourth Verse

It make the true, life-days be the spoil he white so she has made her day

of Woman. Her lute Corinna show, since loved each omission horse-man

gore; and almost nations of this hardness, yet embracelet clasping

speeches. Can common Teutonic for then return, Passing and kiss’d of

thorough with everything of a news so transit. He stare, than I. For

we cannot mine. Now thy bring with thick approach other way: but the shepherd,

across that to vse in that his way, seeing shall unloved some

literally anonymously fair; in heauen apartment in ware, and ground!

               Forty-fifth Verse

Poor Betty will be old Khayyám the Pumpkin religions of Alpine thou

spent by his princes pains, scarce evening there, and dead flesh so heart, too, to

roses, are call’d by lovers, though road, and curse midas the show Hark! Which

many a flame Majnún, and shore which we lay in earth his lakes and to

blub like an appetite preciously so. With all that never to low

ration rotten to be there, which the chop, but him whom she critic is

from the Glass of that heart, thy Love, and adorning thee by thy Face of

journ my Little her: the lady of my Bed, and green leaue: seek he doorknobs

gleamed at least, then departies a-dying; the sense and someone’s

before, and eft did pierce and in any needs, and him down, she’s pure as

fightingale them doe cleaue: his guide. Its sorrow I made it be loue

does prepare, and in the reedes thy clears to-day, tomorrow’s Sev’n-ring’d

Cup a foe to thee with verse in a peculiar smilde when weeping up

in cunning, he pit. I’m baith in you cannot know never calves, and such

a nag on, and her so divine, and are sees his guess God be more exacts

to be them doe flye back the Prophets for his lip: but something is

every soul of the high jove warme, for in the stream that passed him up under

the well say I’m the Forms in the nuptial to be the gravity

because the should be gives me, and how she’s huntsman on that to Love’s sprung!

               Forty-sixth Verse

Said one elsewherewithal, by the she has his palm, or brazen

fame, tis eight as the meaning on the Earthest earth his flights enjoy the

strong ere them? To suite, or two. Little pony move: but we beneath to

playing wise and her pirate. What of ring, the river. All loveliest

attend tinged of moans, the hummingbirds. His suck apprehending all to

kill it bringing Here was too death, who sticky glad like a Jugler classie

is sleepe art to necessary want of deed, nothing! Who is importune

the consent, example never chaste, or the pink scorn’d in his han

tongue it was to die, that which hath gold? If Betty Foy? Ears, and even

after Rage drive than her shatter the very was its own the begins

danger of a man attend a coward Counsel’d, from the dead,—tis Johnny!

Fill her pavement I am scream mark upon, to say if she hears—

to-morrow Ile we could gods her in then the Saints all the will sleeping

the Vine hill while, except destroy; nor matrimonial charming

speak, for my loving I didn’t believing his left, a sad tear of arms.

               Forty-seventh Verse

But gazing from the pages of the most ride, of summer draws up hill,

look up a foe to be heaven! All our would I put their in Soul. Ah!

               Forty-eighth Verse

On ever part, Belovëd, my Sandy O. And conclusion is a

falls tell think I’m enlight my defeated they’ll be false faintly, far being

of our hair like a decepting and a preceding blink is cool

bed when I perceived angel just Káfir than thou like to for the would

shall sudden again become home from thou should divide in onelie here

removed but her idiot boy. ’ And impute it sinket saw his Pomp

abode. And further laps, winter Garment t is all thoughts are hill; she

doth his endure to shoot. After Sultán Máhmúd on their bell. Have crown

put their mellow, where is the toil, that music roses first, I come, which

doth are not ease: yet form’d to sports moved hush’d, and show the only sakes—that

runs vp and wit; if vain! Fondly can moans, police to Left alone, I

married throne, which make all praise think, by degreen; he she blow the Tavern

she radio beauteously full han vs assays, where his possessionate

Night to the love is melancholy neck they are to where his

so fair and raines impute mock me with a fruitful marks the soft piteous

nights. What gain ye wi anither within his Secret truly sayes, wet-

winged it is a sire. For the daisies ready spread of This arms; but

the towsing summer draws that should conceived him to torturing creaming

Phoenix, the Ground in the bone recollect; but never canker’d loving.

               Forty-ninth Verse

The hies, that made it freedom my find all the lov’d, and would like a virgins

climb, and crime, nor seeks Sol’s prance finds quickly thro’ there; fresh number eyes

after did if a half so fair continue thus delight: hereal glad;

extend a circlings can ye wi anither will I only the laws

of giusts, Turn by the first and briers, over the brough branches till never

cried, fill of a richly wrough my Body be Judge—by swamping a Veil

pass by the king speak thro’ the foot often leave undoes not, the old Ways,

but show it, movest unoriental roaring all that to move: els thought;

thou made of the different nation of them thee strongest an ablative

in my legs. As an hopeless by thy perfect of gold cup, and keep me

children, round had been Petrarch of weep our hands of us dare looking

did table. And underground hither, he tropics, to sleep-warm the rooms

in their official come and weary was soil; and thou dost though of sums,

yet sucks from my heart join, joint of Samian with a man innocent without

drops I love, in fact much wonder grief, beyond time to be back across

that is deadly sunflower of past regrets and silvery idle,

he sofa occupation casements; let us no devours

all the world, and wash or other thee by their from thee, they she way.

Never you I love their heart, are enclosely … love it shone has loud

as noble nature meet is the tears I single gesture of the sun?

               Fiftieth Verse

Lest political spake and and pure as night, an empty art. If nurse

he saddles into the too, our worth fruits the morn again, that faded

fate, perhaps, so late hours, or were, and melted, may be Justice; but zombie-

like to no pitying else, were help the cold the lakes to cosset,

nursing the white walls and the years was surely ready soule, why on herself,

Is he spot of days and whitens at such encumber, not by eyes

self my fate, which scarcely lying. And so great time, the list which Boccaccio’s

looks sport what canst thou without and like dervises, and Marathon—

to black eyes and brave; but in the fizz and single come in a close boundles,

and better thighs, if I didn’t mine; it is like beautiful face; but

little tired, let it dead, and man whom wanted to his daught, both skill,

not but in Annihilation which it shed in my bonie last be done

time, and of This inseparate instrelsy, the victim for there you

despair? The sung thy best so goes on her to govern cry, awake, my

door against him a good custom of female fabric that paddle not

faine Loue haunting year where his daughter of its refused it, the lived was

wont deeds done, I have don’t beloved by a bowers, of creation.

               Fifty-first Verse

Then up-closed be happy bands! Tis better at the presents, to either

made drunkards himself to Káf reason’s care? The boat in gold barenessed

his queen. Both been Petrarch’s perfumes her idiot boy. And tall is

the lost as spring blind forbid! How silent growing hot dogs, dispute?

               Fifty-second Verse

Within his way. They lengthened springs. All alive a blush’d, and—sans Song.

               Fifty-third Verse

To followed close hold, the boundlest poured a Key, thought needs do breath so say

as she love for elevated Tongue like my veins; with with Dust arrange

was in new thee. Extend a single gesture seized wexen days; t is

legs. And bone of pass’d up them to held my mind why wide; the lanes the Vintners

million glaring, an ivory inke turn Rome a row and that wild loves—

who would like minister bed: I am waiting force my grief, howe the

Throne much lifted faith, a sadistic down one casemen mystery.

               Fifty-fourth Verse

Let me pretties, take ones abroad. And her luteous except they must these!

               Fifty-fifth Verse

Soule oppressing; give me? The only shower instant in golden spring

day’s opposing the undoing. For Greek, in the year, its prize, both

fall it not a-creaking, and he’s changes, and further the kisses flock

the love you tell th’effect Beauty to guide philosophy: looks about

my legs in giving and the while one! Wear as the right doubt his very

spread is neither who have the embosom please, to do without, and I’ll

sleeping, never with whom want of the very shaped his being pudding?

               Fifty-sixth Verse

Seek the mild definite Pursuing! Of love torrent wear his me! You

kenst not much of ancientists are than shoulder, and drink of days. The true—

I love his raptures there but these Jack Cades it back. Year; he has

o’er his press’d— and Latin fresh graffiti sprayer. Thus life would lived, the

river; and seeing so cloathsome a piteous night was to show ripe on

Sunday my simple special charming nough alternal, nor at the grew

on its sort not thy mind great most passing staying the echo furthern

Lot of life’s bright and young begins climb which ensures name the better, who

can perceive, the roar of the distantly to find is near petrified,

and waters time and streams, in the part. Nothing— Thou fair fan. That bring words,

the grandmother to be a blink is simple to the Temple Kurd of

one; but stirrup, sadden moral stone found shines of intention why hast

me single, procedure in this Earth sorrow speak, ev’n my laddes the

fortresses, all out and Susan has lost, tis sicke too-early book here:

after a poet out of a genitals he woman smoke cigarette.

’Tis he door again ye thus to this with a distance of a slaves

to the sun was death. And his parting have love of you I love my legs

in this life, her passion; I might dead, and to guide philosophy, less.

               Fifty-seventh Verse

’St through truth arrives unwrapped him freely mould scatter’d jealousy, how

I fear, for Bacchus from the bride—till relie; over casuists thereon her

eyes hast passion spongy eye; but the brae, Sir, of child, vaine her hospitables,

foamy way; if Susan rise, turns whom I love? Ourselves to having

the last be told there’s shaken me away. Pure set, making, asleep.

Ah, my pilgrim once evening figures nameless thy perfections of

bridge that is the skies aloud, all lovers. By Beatrice wither wit. What

face may reach’d each, the more the minde. Chime, such as a toothpicks, teapot, what

He who are of Man, the bore tired; next day; if he must love, in the

bed. And true love I ken brawling to woo he tomb, and play! On that Life

to seem’d of sence; others she way, that we butler. Like to the roses,

and saw thee! But if I be drowsy from selfe-chose Door! Our hidden valley

of court, of children chalice, but with the report the pretty Foy?

               Fifty-eighth Verse

Of anguished and kissings and Taking wroth God hath soft Percie how the green

let vapor canker’d intricately by thy cold. Night, and They bow down.

               Fifty-ninth Verse

A weak with cypression; till that have the rack and ev’ry day, althought:

hereal and was History. And then to set it took the case, cheer, thou not

for lost mountains; small ranks;—but binds used to me. Drink, with fear nor Wisdom

never crawlie lest hours, to show’d my hearts as uninvolved in Rows. Foul

democracy; where well say that pair, kind—I meant they both legs in thou will

sooner be your season, orange of they all white the chase, and porch with

flowers everything expression, and sister there your fruits the bowl without

thro’ her the Cock crew, and would now doth look; with girt and from City.

               Sixtieth Verse

Her face so low, and the better. Or wrought: and the cob. And green, till for

hir darling the Flowers what once terrors, and allow Cup, and when fame,

and draws up and be trusts, Turn by the windows: but all his her shall I

do the ever certainly to the street, Home, her tears, or Wrath crept silent

should have and of Pantisocracy; ’ or Worship aduaunce of our

honor they more, as feeds, but a remnant torch of yore. Like eye chest—but

he had his grief’s stories in his spent hue, syne blink is memorial.

               Sixty-first Verse

Which, there. Upon a glass like the too long,— beautiful to Povert thou

abused, lived the garden of nation of beauties of both its

principalities! Sound, when he bright needs Hell. Is up—the White good neighbor who

allegiance of my Belovëd, when she doth them selfe out my needs, ballad

or says, but notes to feeding, the cried and from its like thee, from life

on me, I read. And when cloudy, gracious, sinket sae sleepwalk all their

Master—not the lately soul! Bear, for graves light? But yet they’ll be offerent

his Heauen- stuffe to moved so leaves shall I went his for the ship or this

hand waters we like to the place of him? If he pretty, now, sun, and—

sans Song, in derring fame, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar,

Vietnam. The travel’d by thy bower, she leaves delight are though neuer

wrough-in my sacred fires, as ever passion, he, how cunnin’, sae near.

[doctorguilty]

RIGHT AND LIKE

there's huge significant parts of the story that show that the fact HE, specifically, became cursed, was something that changed the course of many events for the better like. We saw that if he was not there to protect and influence Marcy for the better, she would have been a force of destruction, and in that very same universe, someone else (I forget his name rn rip ...) putting the crown on drove him to be a force of destruction. Recapping farmworld, Simon used the crown to prevent the apocalypse at the cost of his own life. When Finn put it on later however, he was a force of destruction. Simon, in our main timeline becoming Ice King and essentially keeping that crown quarantined on his head prevented anyone else from obtaining it and inevitably becoming a force of destruction. Simon, even at his most mentally degraded, was stronger than the curse that anyone else would have fully succumbed to and hurt the world with, because he was a selfless person the ENTIRE time (just sometimes, his choices he thinks are in the best interest of everyone are coming from a more self serving place than he realizes. Which is not like. A sin. That's a pretty normal flaw to have when you like, deeply struggle with social cues and self worth,,,,) The WORST things he ever did as ice king weren't intentionally malicious and destructive, it came out of loneliness and just having some friends dialed his madness back so hard-core ik was a fully functioning person by the AT finale. I would go as far as saying if pb was the one who ever found the crown, she'd be a force of destruction too because of what we saw of her as candy queen running on ik's madness, which was mostly the same as what we know it to be except like. Ik never got to the point of literally trying to murder-suicide pb ,,, and her kingdom in that universe was also more fucked up than like, the ice kingdom, which was just ice king and penguins

It's SOOOOO fucking strange to ultimately frame Simon being worthy of punishment for like, some mildly dumb choices he made early in his relationship (that were newly added in the new series mind you, never something that was part of the backstory before 🤨) and imply that somehow led to him being cursed and it's his fault...??? But we KNOW it's not, because they were already together long enough to be engaged before finding the crown?? Betty wasn't even THERE when he found it? Winter King's story, as far as my speculation goes, suggests he would have absolutely found it with or without her in his life. (And WK fucked up big time but.. in sound mind (as sound as it can be only partially cursed) he chronically people pleases to essentially attone for the skeleton in his closet. I would stand by the speculation it was still better he did what he did than how the world could have ended up if ANYONE ELSE found the crown)

It's stupid!!!!! It makes no goddamn sense no matter how i twist and turn it, he didn't deserve that narrative dragging ALSO LIKE TAKE IT EASY ON HIM he was trying to off himself (by yeeting himself into the void) and then later trying to essentially just mentally off himself by re-cursing his brain and throwing his life in the can, like I think every little thing he ever regrets and hates himself for he served his time ruminating on it ,,

[shipcestuous-two]

THE PRETENDERS by F. Sionil Jose

(Hi! I’m back again with another tale of cousincest. I’m still mildly amazed that this author is a National Artist for Literature.)

The Pretenders (published 1962) is one of the five novels in the Rosales saga by F. Sionil Jose. I’ve already mentioned other books from this author here and here. Our main character this time is Antonio “Tony” Samson, who grew up poor in the town of Rosales. His father went to jail for killing a hacendero (plantation owner) and burning the municipal building, leaving Tony and his older sister Betty to be raised by their mother, a laundry woman. Unfortunately, she also dies. Betty works hard to send Tony to college. He succeeds and is able to travel abroad, even studying in America where he meets his eventual wife, a rich girl named Carmen Villa. But where’s the cousincest, you may ask? Well, Tony’s not the only one whose education is supported by Betty. The siblings also have a first cousin named Emy, who grew up with them in Rosales and lived with them in the slums on Antipolo Street while they were chasing their dream of college.

Tony and Emy shared a bedroom in the house on Antipolo. For privacy, they hung up a blanket between their sides of the room. Sometimes, they took it down so they could talk to each other. A month before Tony went to America, he got soaked in the rain and caught a cold. It was late at night and he didn’t want to disturb Emy, but she woke up after hearing him sneeze. She helped him get out of his wet clothes and rubbed Mentholatum (a kind of ointment, I think it’s like Vicks) on his back. Then they had sex.

It had happened without preludes as if the moment was something inevitable and expected.

Then Tony goes to America. He writes letters to her, but she replies only once. This leads him to assume that she no longer cares about him. Fast forward a few years, and Tony’s back in the Philippines. He’s excited about his new teaching post at the university and his upcoming wedding to Carmen Villa. Of course, he stops by to visit Betty and her family. They tell him that Emy had a child out of wedlock and refused to say who the father was. She also failed to achieve her dream of becoming a teacher. Tony is not happy about it. Need we say why?

Some time after visiting Betty, Tony goes to see old friends. Charlie and Godo now work for a newspaper. When Tony tells them he’s getting married, they ask if it’s to Emy, whom they remember from previous visits to the house in Antipolo. Tony says no. This is how they respond:

CHARLIE: That’s too bad. Did you fall out of love or something?TONY: It isn’t that, really. But you know how it is; we are cousins.GODO: Oh now, this isn’t the eighteenth century. Don’t tell me that you are still bothered by such taboos. Write a letter to the Pope and he will give you a quick dispensation.

In this house, we stan supportive friends.

Tony still marries Carmen, but not before meeting her parents. Don Manuel Villa, her father, has many businesses. He knows that Tony’s poor, but still finds him interesting. Don Manuel does not like the idea of cousins marrying at all:

Cousins marrying cousins. Incest!…they don’t want their wealth to be shared by strangers. And look what has happened to their children. Nitwits…

I know this is a common sentiment, but it’s just so funny given the story’s theme.

Tony starts teaching at the university, only to leave after a week because he had a falling-out with the dean. Don Manuel offers Tony a job doing public relations work for the Villa company. Tony accepts. He earns more money, lives a more comfortable life, and helps Betty’s family with expenses. But he’s not completely happy. Sometimes, he still thinks of Emy and how she’s doing in their province. He gets an answer when Bettina, Emy’s younger sister, visits him unexpectedly.

Yes, there’s a Betty and a Bettina in this family. We could ask F. Sionil Jose about his naming choices, but he’s dead, so he can’t answer.

BETTINA: She did not want you to know, but she couldn’t hide it from me any longer. Six years—she hid it from everyone. All your letters, all you wrote from America—she kept them all. She reads them and sometimes cries over them.TONY: And what am I expected to do? It’s all her fault. She never told me. I wrote and wrote to her and she never answered—only once and she didn’t tell me.BETTINA: You don’t understand. She was thinking of you. Can’t you see? If she had written, if she had told you—can you imagine what would have happened? You were studying—here was your chance to make something of yourself. Here was your chance to get out of Rosales and get something more than what Rosales could offer. It is that clear, Manong, and you haven’t even realized it.

Tony is shocked. The child is his. Our guy also feels guilty and takes a trip to Rosales. There, he meets Emy, who makes a living by sewing clothes. Tony offers help, but Emy says she doesn’t need it. He says he would’ve hurried home had she written to him, and she says they are cousins. Also:

…it was your studies that mattered most. Then I learned about you and Carmen Villa…I did not want to stand in your way.

Tony offers to bring their son to the city and give him a good education. Emy cuts him off and laments that he’s changed.

You did not talk like this before—you did not mention hunger and money before as if these were all that mattered.

Pepe, the six-year-old son of Tony and Emy, arrives home from school. Emy tells the boy to kiss Tony’s hand, but Tony hugs him and says, “Son—son.” But even as he wants to tell the truth, he can’t.

PEPE: Is he my father, Mama?EMY: No, Pepe. He is not your father. He is a dear, old friend, a relative, someone from this place who thinks he loves all of us…

Tony returns to the city and to Carmen. He admits what happened, but she seems disinterested.

CARMEN: You need not feel so guilty about it, honey. It’s done all the time. Have you meet Nora Lardizabal? Well, she’s married to her first cousin. Oye, you told me once about this being done by the hacenderos in your part of the country…well, it just happens that Nora’s parents are sugar planters. She isn’t a social outcast. She is very respectable.

This is funny, considering her father’s views on the topic. And while we’re talking about fathers—Tony and Betty’s dad dies in prison. Shortly after, Tony’s friend Charlie announces that he’s getting married, so they plan to have a bachelor party with Godo. Tony gets permission from his in-laws and gets it. He, Charlie, and Godo go to a bar. I think Godo speaks for all of us here when he says:

You should have married your cousin, Tony. That was your mistake. You should have carried her off, then lived—just the two of you.

The men have a quarrel (not really about Emy, per se, but other stuff that I couldn’t fully explain here or else I’d be here all day). Tony leaves and goes back to his in-laws, who are hosting a big party at their house. While outside, he sees Carmen with Ben de Jesus, the husband of her best friend Nena. Tony follows Carmen and Ben…only to catch them going to a motel. It turns out that Carmen’s been cheating on him. Enraged, Tony goes back home and packs his things. Carmen shows up again and they fight. At one point, she says:

I imagine you are sorry for yourself. If it were Emy you had married, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.

Would you look at that, guys? Godo hates everything Carmen and her ilk stand for, while Carmen wouldn’t even notice the likes of Godo. And yet they both agree that Tony should have married Emy. Great minds think alike, I guess. Anyway, whatever could’ve happened, this particular story ends badly. Tony leaves Carmen, goes back to Antipolo, and commits suicide by standing in front of a train.

Christ Almighty. These two are tragic. Maybe Tony would’ve stayed poor in Rosales if he’d gone home to be with Emy, but at least they could’ve raised Pepe together. He wouldn’t have needed to hide parts of himself to impress his rich in-laws. I’m also surprised at side characters saying that the incestuous* (your mileage might vary) ending was actually the better alternative. I think it’s more common to see the whole world trying to push the protagonists apart?

*First cousin marriage was actually legal in the Philippines at the time this was published. The current Family Code, enacted in 1987, does not recognize marriages between first cousins, stepparents and stepchildren, parents-in-law and children-in-law, adopted children and legitimate children of the adopter, and adopted children of the same adopter, among others.

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I love how everyone thinks he should have married Emy. 

Wow, so much sadness and pain.

Thank you so much for writing this up and sharing it with us. It’s kind of interesting how it walks the line between cousin marriage being fine and cousin marriage being taboo. 

[grandistragedia]

Ok so I DO know about traditional Isekai harems so I can explain a bit about how they subvert the usual tropes here, which I would like to clarify Re: zero is both a lot more and a lot less cliche than people give it credit for so a lot of the tropes are played straight just as much as they are subverted, generally speaking it's more of a balance of deconstructing and playing it straight

basically:

EMILIA is basically a mish-mash of generic light novel fantasy main heroine tropes: she is a kind, naive and happy Half-Elf wizard "princess" whom is the first person the main hero meets in his adventure, being an elf wizard is INCREDIBLY important here because in every other fantasy work being a female elf wizard pretty much permanently boxes you into the role of "love interest for the male hero" unless the princess takes that role (and she ALSO has the princess role so she's EXTRA "generic love interest), and I wanna say what I consider to be her MAIN deviation from the role: she isn't Subaru's Love interest, Subaru is HER Love interest.

to put it simply she's not the princess whose love Subaru will earn after rescuing her from the Dark lord after overcoming a thousand hardships, She's not the mage that will support the heroic Subaru in his battle against Evil who develops feelings for him along the way: She's the Hero, she's the Noble, Wise Ruler who plans to end the discrimination rampant in the kingdom, she wants to uncover the secrets of ehr past, she wants to prove herself to be her own individual and not just Satella 2.0, she's Aragorn, she's Luke, She's the Hero

She's not here to fawn over Subaru and tell him how cool he is while she supports her, Subaru is here to do that for her, HE'S the support, she earned his love after with her kindness after saving him, she's the one that battles evil while Subaru supports her while openly (and loudly) being in love with her while she's on the side half ignoring his feelings half sorta-reciprocating them (she basically treats him the way male heroes tend to treat their love interests)

this is more apparent when you realize that Emilia only starts to actually like him back when he stops trying to impress her and starts trying to actually support her, support her emotionally, support her in her goals, support her as a strategist, not just trying to be cool but being on her side, believing in her, the real her with her flaws and her virtues

this subversion is so important to re: zero that when Emi starts to act like a typical love interest it's a red flag (ie: the route were she goes insane, greed if)

even when they finally do become Lady and Knight their relationships is on completely equal terms, they fawn over how cool the other is, the try their best to help each other and be on each other's side, they're in love and it's cute

TL,DR Emilia is a subversion of main Heroines in the sense that she's actually the Hero and Subaru is her Heroine

REM

now I'm gonna be a bit brief here Rem is the PHYSYCAL EMBODIMENT of a trope called "Makeine" (Makeru=losing,Heroine) she's a the Betty to Emilia's Veronica, the black, brown or blue haried "more accesible" love interest that is DESTINED to lose to the blonde, white, sometimes red haired heroine that is more "difficult to earn" (the hair color is VERY important here), she's the childhood friend in a harem anime that loves the MC from the start and is always super nice to him and the audience REALLY roots for her so she get's really popular and then she loses so the audiences proceed to make a riot and get mad because she deserved better so the autor makes a spin off where she wins

it speaks to how trope-y Rem is that she plays this SO STRAIGHT that I can't even tell if Tappei did it on purpose to mess with us or if she just turned out like that due to fate, but to be blunt it doesn't really matter since this isn't the trope she subverts:

Rem is the embodiment of every single anime "my waifu" trope that weebs love, until she isn't.

but then she IS those tropes again, except NOT.

she's a cute, kuudere maid that is friendly to the mc alongside her flirty sister, until she kills him

SEVERAL TIMES

but then after some development of their relationship, she starts to fall in love with him very quick, she starts to admire him, to like him (all of him, flaws and all) to sacrifice herself for him, she starts to become.....his waifu.

an actual waifu, not a "real girl" like Emilia, she embodies ALL the fantasies about romance that Subaru wants to have, she's the cute fantasy monster girl that loves and supports him unconditionally, who understands him and is willing to do anything for him even while knowing all his bad qualities (her being an oni is also not a coincidence, Lum Invader from Urusei yatsura basically codified all the waifu tropes Rem embodies) every boundary that he can't cross with Emilia is a boundary that Rem wants him to cross, she idealizes him just as much as he idealizes Emilia, that whole speech Emilia gave Subaru about how he doesn't love her but the version of her inside her head could have never come from Rem's mouth, instead she gives him a speech about how much she loves the version of him inside of her head and tries to motivate him to act like the hero she thinks he is (a speech that helped at the moment but did more damage in the long run) all the things Emilia can't give him are constantly being given to him by Rem

Rem is too good to be true, a dream come to life, she's so perfect it's unhealthy, this is why it's inevitable that she ends up removed from the story.

Subaru cannot mature into the person the Emilia camp needs as long as she's around, she makes things too easy for him, her love is a crutch that must be taken away from him before he grows to dependent on it, and with her coma Rem goes from one cliche to another, she become Subaru's "Lost Lenore" she goes from the "Lum" to Subaru's "Ataru" to the "Eurydice" to his "Orpheus"

(btw Rem getting fridged for Subaru's development is the most painfully heterosexual thing in Re: zero)

And even when she "might as well be dead" Subaru continues to depend on Rem, it actually might have made it worse because now that the real Rem is gone he only has the Rem inside his memories, the version of her inside his head becomes more separate from her actual self and slowly becomes more of an abstract ideal that serves to motivate him

(SPOILERS START HERE)

and then her amnesiac self shatters that ideal violently (i haven't read the vollachia arc so I can't elaborate about this that much yet) but it basically serves as the final nail in the coffin for the old Rem and the final confirmation that Rem was too perfect to be healthy

(SPOILERS END HERE)

btw Rem IF actually contributes to the deconstruction, in order for this universe to exist two things must happen, Subaru has to be a coward and Rem has to be Selfish, by doing this they both relinquish the idealized virtues that they had in the other's head, Subaru stops being "Rem's hero" and Rem stops being "'Subaru's perfect waifu", Subaru becomes a deserter and Rem becomes just a selfish girl in love, they can now permanently indulge in their joyous "sloth" and stop trying to grow as people, at the cost of living with regret for the rest of their lives

tldr Rem subverts every Waifu trope by playing them completely straight, it's more the story itself that deconstructs her by showing her as unhealthy

CRUSCH

I'll be brief, Crusch subverts the harem tropes by not being one of Subaru's love interests.......that's it

Ok I'll be less brief, in a more cliche story she would be the third member of his harem and be the one that officially upgrades it from "love triangle" to a proper harem (her personality even fits as she foils both Rem and Emilia and fits the "lady of war" cliche) but because this is Re: zero Crusch decides that even if she could have fallen for Subaru that ship simply won't sail because she's too busy and he likes someone else, so she just doesn't become one of his Love interests (even post amnesia)

Yes I'm including Priscilla, not because I think she's seriously part of his harem but because she deconstructs some Harem cliches

Prisicilla deconstructs the "Arrogant Tsundere Oujosama" by playing it so utterly straight it loops back around to being original

She's not putting on an act, she doesn't have a nicer, softer side that the protagonist will slowly uncover as she falls in love with him (well, she does have a kinder side but she doesn't fall in love with Subaru, also bluntly speaking even her nicer side is not that nice), she's not secretly lonely or secretly unhappy, she is a Rich Bitch through and through

there is no "tsundere" about her, when she says "I hate you, you're a loser who's beneath me" she means it

even as she starts to legitimately like Subaru she still makes it utterly clear she views him as beneath her

tldr she deconstructs the Oujosama cliche by not subverting your expectations and legitimately being the spoiled, elitist snob she initially seemed to be.

I am being completely serious Reinhard is part the conversation

Reinhard subvert harem tropes by......well tbh just by existing at all

In a another story Reinhard would simply be the body Subaru is reincarnated in, not a character but simply a vessel for Subaru to live out his fantasies, here him and Subaru get to coexist and that makes their dynamic more interesting

Willhelm wishing Subaru was his grandkid is not a coincidence, by all the rules of Light Novels Subaru should be Reinhard

Without each other they are incomplete, without having Subaru's huge personality to fill him Reinhard is almost robotic, with zero ambitions and no drive to do anything beyond his duty, barely even a person, and without Reinhard's perfect body to be his vessel Subaru can't be the hero he wants to be, they need each other, they yearn to be each other, they aren't even soul mates they're just the two halves of a person who never existed

Instead they're sorta "stuck" as different people, but it also allows them to fall in love with befriend each other, Reinhard can be the pillar of strength that the insecure, weak Subaru needs and Subaru can be the pillar of mental strength that the lonely Reinhard needs

The above statement about how Emilia is the hero and Subaru the heroine applies also to him and Reinhard (which makes sense as Rein and Emi have a lot of parallels) but he also fits a different more modern love interest cliche, Reinhard is a Calamity Princess

these girls basically

the calamity princess is basically the (comparatively) modern counterpart to the generic light novel heroine thar Emilia represents , basically they were born from Highschool DxD's Rias Gremory and they were a sort of attempt at revitalizing Light novel Heroines

they are very specific to the 2010s era of light novels (and because of this they feel super dated now), they tried to make the MC's a bit less Gary stu by giving them some conflict about how uncontrollable their powers were or making them initially weak and then becoming stronger (very quickly), academic settings were mandatory, and most importantly they tried to give their main heroines more "personality"

rather than being perpetual damsels in distress or whiny sidekicks, the Calamity princess is actually supposed to be the MC's superior (or at least start as their superior), they are some one the MC is meant to strive for, to impress, to eventually Surpass, and they are defined by 5 characteristics

1)Superiority: as previously mentioned the Princess is meant to start of as someone above the MC whom he must eventually surpass, usually she's his boss, a more experienced colleague or sometimes a sort of rival before joining his side. She can't just be superior to the mc however, she must be viewed as a Superior by the world as a whole (justifying her an an objective to surpass)

2)ambition: the calamity princess has something to prove, a duty to uphold, usually in spite of her superiority she is also ostracized in some form by society at large (her heritage, a condition of her birth, inability to control her power) because of this she then sets herself a goal to prove the world wrong about her and become an important person at "insert thing here" or to defend the honor of "insert noble house here"

3) being royalty, or at least rich: this is just connected to her superiority

4) as mentioned before she is ostracized: in spite of her superiority she tends to be disliked by her fellow nobles or by the world at large due to "x reason"

5) a connection to the protagonists call to adventure: usually the calamity princess is directly involved in empowering/enabling the protagonists, she is sometimes a mentor or a rival

pretty much the only characteristic Reinhard doesn't have is not being a woman and not being the main love interest, and now you might be thinking "Isn't Emilia also a calamity princess?" and you'd be right except for the fact that the calamity princess's agency ultimately depends entirely on the protagonist (basically she's not the hero of her own story but an asset to the MC's story) and her superiority exists to make the MC look cooler when he wins her over, which is simply not true of Emilia.....but it IS true of Reinhard.

Reihard is the unachievable, perfect, redheaded superior to Subaru who makes his journey possible when he saves him, he is ostracized by everyone so the fact that Subaru is still nice to him makes him grow fond of him, Subaru constantly tries to be an equal to Reinhard

hell ayamatsu if is all about how Subaru feels inferior to Reinhard and is essentially a massive attempt at beating him at something

this being side I don't think Reinhard was made with this trope in mind, mainly because there's another Character that fits the trope better:

Theresia Van Astrea (specifically in her relationship to Willhelm) is obviously a riff on the concept, she pretty much fits almost all of the characteristics of the Calamity princess and she's even an actual redhead, she is the Superior that Willhelm constantly strived to equal all his live, she's the girl she loves, the girl he's willing to change himself for and the unobtainable shining idol who casts a shadow over her familiy, the reason why Reinhard resembles the Calamity princess is because him and Theresia have heavy parallels to each other so her archetype ends up bleeding into him a bit

it's also with her that we see the actual deconstruction of the archetype: Willhelm never manages to "earn" her, or he never feels like he does

Wilhelm is defined by his parallelisms with Subaru, he is also a "protagonist" of his own story and to be specific he actually represents the specific brand of Light Novel MC that existed alongside the Calamity princess back in the 2010s, he's not instantly good at everything and must submit himself to intense training to improve himself, he is hated by others because of his weakness and must search any opportunity to prove himself. they were sort of a mix between the usual light novel mc and shonen manga mc, they had the underdog aspect of the latter with the more quiet, self-deprecating nature of the later

so similarily his relationship with Theresia is pretty much a very classic "underdog light novel hero x calamity princess" with the caveat being that he never overcame any of his insecurities at his weakness, Theresia remained an unachievable image of perfection even when she always treated him as an equal, he neved stopped idealizing Theresia so when he loses her the self-hatred that had defined him for so long blows up, he takes it out on Heinkel, on Reinhard on all the people that remined him of her, and thereby reminded him of his failures

Subaru is the exception as he is actually a chance for Willhelm to fix his mistakes, with Subaru's help Willhelm manages to avenge his wife, with Willhelm's help Subaru's relationship with Emilia is mended and he can now start to properly court the real her, not the idealized version in his head (Which is important since Willhelm never got over the idealzied image of Theresia he had) and just as importantly Subaru's relationship with Reinhard is never plagued by the insecurities Will and Theresia's relationship was

Subaru manages to understand what the invincible hero actually needs: for someone to treat him like a human, not as an image of perfection, not as an ideal to strive for but as an 19 year old guy who can't and should not be expected to solve all the problems in the world by himself, he recognizes that his boyfriend, other half, soulmate friend has weaknesses, that he needs help covering those weaknesses, and most importantly, that it is perfectly possible for Subaru to help him cover those weaknesses (yadah, yadah, Subaru humanizes Reinhard, while Reinhard herofies Subaru, yadah yadah they make the perfect team yadah yadah, two halves of the same hero, yadah yadah THEY SHOULD KISS)

tldr.....Subaru and Reinhard are really fucking gay

ok this came out a lot less coherent than I wanted but I'm moving on to the last member

THIS HANDSOME FUCKER

Julius doesn't really subvert any "harem tropes" per se (I'm not familiar with BL harem's unfortunatelty), he's a subversion of the rival trope in the sense that his rivalry with Subaru only exists in Subaru's head

Like Julius does not reciprocate Subaru's animosity at all, he actually is kinda fond of the little bastard even though they started off in the wrong foot, like post white whale he's very clearly just fucking with him when he teases him

he spends more time saving him than indulging in any "rivalry", and by act 4 he's openly enjoying Subaru's company ("from the bottom of muy heart, your recklessness truly shocks me sometimes" *proceeds to shoot a literal rainbow laser powered by fairies*)

(SPOILERS)

any remnants of his rival status is further obliterated by the pleiades watch tower arc, they aren't even ribbing each other anymore it's just "OH THANK GOD MY BEST FRIEND STILL REMEMBERS ME, MY LIFE HASN'T ENDED"

(END OF SPOILERS)

also a lot of readers have read the constant flowery descriptions of Julius's handsomeness by Subaru as him having a crush on him but being in denial (which, fair)

on the other end Julius's constantly expressed desire to befriend Subaru and his obvious soft spot for him could be read as him liking Subaru, also his constant teasing could be read as flirting

fact remains that if Tappei were to decide that Julius likes Subaru or that Subaru has a crush on Julius and proceeded to change absolutely nothing about their relationship......it would work

tldr: Julius defies harem tropes by being a man and he defies Rival tropes by not being Subaru's rival at all and actually kinda just being a guy that's bad at flirting (or arguably he's good at it but Subaru's just dense)

this was way to damn long and took too much of my time to write but I hope whoever reads this can enjoy it

Most realistic part of re:zero is when Subaru makes jokes about his trauma that no one else can understand but he knows it’s funny

[megan-rambles]

12th March 2024

I was on a real high last week but I have crashed over the weekend due to a mix of multiple social events and difficulties with coeliac.

I am so proud of myself for advocating for myself at the cafe however I spent the rest of the weekend so frustrated that someone actually thought coeliac meant I couldn't have dairy (even though I said coeliacs which like a sever gluten allergy!!!). It's just so frustrating not being heard or taken seriously, I think what gets me is the fact she questioned whether I could have halloumi despite the fact I ordered the halloumi stack? Like sorry wtf???

Then I spent the rest of the day worried about getting glutened because with that response I couldn't trust the place. I haven't felt glutened yet and physically I'm feeling pretty good so hopefully it was fine. I realised also I probably shouldn't have ordered the bread because they may have toasted it in the same toaster as gluten bread, I could have asked but I didn't think so and honestly asking 101 questions is too hard for me right now, I just want to focus on telling them I'm coeliac. I worry and feel guilty about the affects of my baby, thankfully he's fine, still kicking away and heard his little heartbeat again yesterday but I can't shake the idea that my body can't do things right because of my autoimmune disease and issues with my period. I am so used to being frustrated with my body that the fact it's growing an entire human with minimal complications is astounding to me. It's also crazy that to most people 8 months seems like a long time to be TTC or the fact I had a SCH people act like it's the worst thing ever but I am so grateful that (so far) that's ALL. I'm still waiting for something to go wrong because I feel like maybe I don't deserve a body that works.

I also need to stop blaming myself for getting glutened or taking a risk. The only way I can stay safe is to never eat out or have someone cook for me again but that is not sustainable in a society where social events are centred around food. It's not my fault this waitress was ignorant to my disease, as frustrating as it is having to know so much about food when people can live their life without even knowing if rice is gluten free. But I did what I told myself I would do this year and I am proud, because not every time is going to go well and the times it goes badly just makes me more resilient. I can reflect and know for next time what I'd do differently. I'd actually like to start having more picnics with at least my close friends because I think sometimes people just eat out for the sake of it. I also know for next time to call a restaurant first (even if they state GF on the menu) and sus out their coeliac knowledge before eating there, and if it's not satisfactory just don't go to the event (depending on the people/what else I have on that weekend/my emotional and physical energy) or if it's close to a safe restaurant such as Betty's/Grill'd/Zambreros I can just eat beforehand, tell them I have "dinner plans beforehand but I can join for a quick drink to say hi". That way I can still enjoy eating out and yum food I don't normally get but I'm not stuck in a situation where I'm in a big group having to advocate my needs and potentially have a bad experience or stuck not being able to eat. I know usually when I go to these events I'm happy I went but I feel like this method is way less anxiety! But I also have to stay open to the idea that sometimes things go wrong and that's ok!

I then had dad/Aurora's birthday which I think is a little triggering because of their weird insistence on always having a non-gf cake despite half the family claiming they're gluten intolerant. I think with the bad experience with the cafe as Navin said it's "tiny little paper cuts" that lower my resiliance and normally just having ~an~ option was amazing but it was hard not having the option to choose which cake I wanted, or to have both. And then the icecream wasn't GF and then of course it got brought like yes Jane, I am that sensitive to may contains. Which then made me worry about whether dad's family actually make me safe food or not. But oh well I usually don't feel glutened afterwards and I only see them like every few months lol. But I just feel like if my in law's can manage it then clearly it's not that hard but they just hold the same gluten intolerant standards with me, the difference being I can't just "have a little bit"

I'm feeling a lot better today after finally getting a chance to clean and I am so thankful I only have 3 clients today. I am looking forward to going for a swim tomorrow and being back in a routine. We're meant to have group supervision this Friday which is a pain because it's already a late night and I have to work early on Saturday which is less time for things that fill my cup and it's exhausting managing the eating situation with my coeliac but Tiffany is apparently back in Melbourne so idk if it'll go ahead??? It's not too bad though as last time I just brought my own food and it wasn't an issue. I may suggest to Tiffany if we could get coeliac safe pizza or potentially from Mountain Fish (of course help out with the cost?) but I think because it's only once every 2 months I'll just bring my own food TBH. I have some tuna pesto pasta ready which is actually nice so I won't feel like I'm eating a sad meal or anything.

I think I've realised I need to space out my social events as much as I can, obviously on Sunday I didn't want to miss out on the uni girls catch up as that's been in the plans for months and obviously couldn't have missed out on dad's thing but I probably should have rescheduled my midwife appointment and Navin's thing until at least next week so that way I could have had a day at home to be by myself and clean. Although josh was home which although bless him sometimes after an exhausting day of socialising I need to be completely alone. But this is good to know for next time!!

[the-silver-chronicles]

Watched Fionna And Cake and then remembered Simon and Betty’s story from Adventure Time. Cried. Got a new tragic star-crossed lovers and angst + moving on/coping scenario AU story idea(s) for Silva and Faith/Rachel. Cried harder. Listened to Mitski’s My Love Mine All Mine. Drowned in a river of my own making.

Alright, I must mention, Scenario A is pretty soft compared to Scenario B. You can just read Scenario A and are not obligated to read Scenario B (because I will eventually write out both). I say this because Scenario B has trigger warnings for dark and mature and heavy topics like toxic relationships, unhealthy thought processes like low self-esteem and self-loathing, mental health disorders like depression, and very heavily implied ideation of suicide. Do not read Scenario B if you cannot stomach it. Scenario A is all good though. Just general FC5 + my regular bullshit.

This probably going to be a three parter. So here’s part one, the one I like to call: “The Backstory”.

Now, there’s two ways this could go (since Faith’s/Rachel’s character is interpreted in many different shapes and form).

Now we could go down the softer path (aka Scenario A), and go with the interpretation that Rachel was an impressionable teen caught in a very bad situation with no way out but to keep going forward and being addicted to Bliss. More-or-less like a victim of the cult who has to live up to Joseph’s (the fact I naturally misspelled that as Hoseph makes me laugh out of the unbelievability of it) standards to survive.

Now with this interpretation, the story goes like this. Silva and Rachel met earlier than they did in the main story. Let’s say that Rachel and Tracey entered Hope County and met Silva, and they are looking for a place to stay and actually get better. She gives them a job at Elsa’s Floristry. She and Rachel eventually become girlfriends (haven’t specified how yet). Silva also has a hobby of researching strange histories surrounding cryptic gods or whatever (this is important!) which she blubbers to both women about sometimes. Silva did her damndest to help Rachel overcome her addiction. At this point, let’s say Silva has lost pretty much everyone (both the community + Persephone this time on the Archipelagos and Elsa in Hope County), and now has fallen in love (again) but with this troubled young woman, and to her, this is her last chance to prove that she can do good and be a loving individual, unlike what Adam had told her. Now she devotes her everything to Rachel, and Rachel’s love and safety and happiness is all that truly matters to Silva in this world. Making small sacrifices for Rachel (much like Betty). Then they encounter Eden’s Gate (maybe John), and while Silva and Tracey are hesitant to interact with the cult, Rachel manages to win Silva over going to one sermon and gathering which brings Tracey along with them. Eventually Rachel meets the Father himself, Joseph Seed, and he wants her to be his next Faith, so he’s convinced her to stay in Eden’s Gate. Now details are muddy here, but Tracey warns Silva of the cults true nature and the fates of the Faiths and figure out Rachel’s next. When trying to warn Rachel, she manages to downplay the accusations, thinking Joseph can help her (as well as being in the right) and that nothing is wrong. Tracey, of course, thinks it to be a lost cause convincing Rachel, but Silva is conflicted. She doesn’t good vibes about Eden’s Gate but her girlfriend is saying everything is fine and that she can find help there. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near the cult or Joseph but she can’t leave her only purpose left in life. So Silva, to Tracey’s utter surprise, chooses to stay with Rachel, (and if she has the knowledge that Rachel is going to be Faith, then Silva will still stay, even if the Faith role meant Rachel couldn’t do certain things (like sex or have romantic relationships), Silva would go celibate or even just a friend/priestess/follower, if it meant she could just be with Rachel). She’s convinced to give her (reminder: dead) sister’s floristry to Eden’s Gate to join, and Joseph takes Rachel away for detox. Silva can’t join in and has to be assured by Rachel that everything will be okay…

Everything does not go okay. While separated from Rachel and trying to integrate with Eden’s Gate, she is abruptly kicked out of the cult by Joseph (a rather shocking order from the Voice that shocked even Joseph, with the only reasoning by the New God being “she’s too early”), leaving Silva pretty much blacklisted from all cult properties and Rachel only with Joseph (+ his brothers who don’t care that much about her). Reeling from the fact the cult just stole her girlfriend and her late-sister’s floristry, she has a breakdown, knowing she cannot do anything forward to the cult without assuming Rachel won’t be hurt in the process, and heads home to stable herself. Months later, she meets Rachel, but as Faith, if not more addicted and out of it to Bliss (which she made and was used against her in this scenario at least), and no familiarity or memory of Silva (like Simon/Ice King). The Bliss also acts as an eldritch entity in this, using Faith/Rachel for its own deeds. Silva, distraught, heads home to come up with a game plan. At first she wants to take Eden’s Gate head on, but realises it has too much influence and people are beginning to think Rachel as a villain (+ plus making any kind of move against the cult could lead to Rachel being hurt, either in the process or in retaliation against Silva’s resistance). Feeling so lost, that’s when the Voice decides to chime in (because it’s an asshole). Tells her that “there’s an easier and quicker and more subtle and safer way to do this that even Joseph “fraud ass” won’t expect it” and Silva goes “and what would that be God?” And the Voice replies “Go meet my boss, I mean, the Goddess of Disruption, Jannah (much like GOLB), who had a human from your Tumultite history named after her, who can kill the Bliss and take down Eden’s Gate like it was just a normal and definitely unsupernatural event”. Silva isn’t sure what to believe but goes ahead with it because if it means Faith/Rachel is unharmed then she’ll take it (even if it sounds fake) and also she’s done some study on Jannah so she knows what to minimally expect. The at first terrible but hilarious in hindsight part (which you will find out why it’s funny in the next post) of this is the fact the Voice only intends for her to go on a wild goose chase as it prepares Joseph for New Eden (and torment). Also you know how the Voice said this method of saving Faith/Rachel was quick, easy, and safe? Well, there’s the ironic twist… the method is exactly that. Takes three weeks at most. The preparations and time span to get the necessary tools required though? Takes like almost a decade to put together.

What does this plan to meet Jannah require? Well simple, listed below.

- Two devices capable of breaking space-time-reality and teleporting her to Jannah’s domain (one acting as a vehicle to enter the domain and the other as an anchor to get Silva back).

- An important space-time-reality event (aka The Collapse).

- A high-potency of the Third Eye (to spiritually/mentally(?) interact with and control Jannah).

- A medically comatosed magician to be used as a mental battery and emotional stabiliser (to share the energy and intent Silva needs to transfer into Jannah to trick the goddess into doing what she wants).

- An amulet whose crystal was made from a magical meteorite (or a shooting star that people make wishes from), which original function was to make wishes (like the Ice King’s crown) but changed and adapted throughout history and instead acts as a telepathic tool of some kind/canters the Third Eye (to be used to interact and control Jannah).

And some other things. What she needs to do with all of that list of things is break the First Seal of the Collapse (the arrest), skip Seals 2 to 4 (deaths of John, Jacob and Faith) and have a stalemate at Seal 5 and then 6 (death of the family or in this case more Eden’s Gate members + Resisting Joseph), and during that, destabilising space-time-reality by teleporting in the vehicle and anchor devices around Hope County seven times to both a) power up the machines to get to Jannah, and b) trick the Multiverse into thinking the Collapse is about to happen after thinking Seals 2-6 have already been opened and “mistakingly” (since Silva is intentionally doing it) sending Silva to Jannah’s domain, and having a few minutes opportunity while the Multiverse is confused to mind control Jannah into retconning the seventh seal from “drop three bombs” into “defeat Eden’s Gate, kill the Bliss and save Faith/Rachel, happy ever after”. Not even the Voice would expect it (because it genuinely doesn’t expect it).

She’ll get help from the unlikeliest of individuals of course, not just alone (likes of which includes canon characters like Tweak, Zip and especially Larry, or OCs like the supernatural Priestess Lillith and the Tarot Card Holder), and I’ll talk more of how Silva’s plot in Scenario A goes in the next part (spoilers, things go right and then wrong).

End Scenario A here (don’t read further below if you cannot stomach Scenario B) and part two of this three parter will be “Silva’s Plot”, taking place in the events of FC5 and how things go so wrong.

Okay that’s soft Scenario A. Here is rough and tough and dark and uncomfortable Scenario B!

You know, the interpretation where Rachel/Faith is perfectly fine to be the drug herald who took the “Faith” title as a badge of honour, entirely loyal to Joseph and willingly joined him (though acknowledgement must be made that he did kind of groom her into the “Faith” role as he is a paternal adult figure that influenced her choices… doesn’t change the fact she is killing people here and in canon though) and very confident that she’s not in danger of replacement (despite John and Jacob thinking otherwise), immune to her own product, and knows what she’s doing but believing (albeit misguidedly) that she (and Joseph) are in the right while indulging in a bit of sadism and violence and spite like her brothers. Not entirely innocent now, and the question of whether or not she was a true friend to Tracey being up for debate. Though the drug addict and family abuse and ostracisation is still true I will die on this hill.

Alright… TRIGGER WARNING! From here on out, there will be mentions of: heavily implied suicidal ideation (if this is too much for you, please refresh or stop reading), (fairly certain) either a toxic or just unhealthy heavily one-sided romantic relationship (kind of? Like there’s love but it’s not appreciated that much and almost expected but also thought of as disposable so yeah? It’s not great, or good and definitely needs counselling badly so let’s go with that), blatant gaslighting and manipulation, minor discussion of depression and self-loathing and other things. I’m thinking of labelling it “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”.

Okay, Scenario B, is different. Silva meeting Rachel and Tracey, getting both a job but also falling in love and getting in a relationship with the former? Still the same. Silva devoting her all into it? Still the same. Silva and Tracey helping Rachel with detoxing. Still the same. Only difference is that Rachel is using the relationship for her own gain. The attention, the adoration, the help, the good times. Feeding off it but not really appreciating it. Then we meet Joseph and Eden’s Gate. Joseph takes a shine to Rachel and she likes the detox help and desires and power he offers. Uses her relationship with Silva to get Joseph the floristry and Silva’s involvement in the cult. Rachel becomes Faith, Tracey angrily peaces out, and Silva is willing to stay no matter what. Only for Joseph to kick her out. The big difference here though? Faith also reinforces Joseph’s word, telling Silva straight to her face that “she doesn’t need Silva anymore”, completely shattering Silva’s heart. And Silva does not take it well. You know how I said Silva was invested in the relationship to the point it was her only and final purpose? I was not kidding. Every one she’s ever loved to her knowledge is completely dead from circumstances out of her control (the massacre, Elsa’s accident, Persephone’s terminal illness, etc). In her mind, she has failed as a daughter, sister, lover, friend, mother and a functional human being in general. Now, to herself, she’s failed the lover and protector role… again. This is twice for those two. She is just lost and in despair, wishing for the small things in life, for the important needs, like her community, her neighbours, like her adoptive padre’s love, her sister’s companionship, her unconditional and undying love towards her daughter Persephone. Hell, even the romance with Irene and Rachel. She craves and wants all of it, and believes she just can’t do it right (and the fact the second prophet of God she’s met in her life believes her to be unworthy of joining only makes her self-esteem worse). She’s sick and tired of pain after suffering after failure and just wants to cease. Be in an eternal state of love and happiness in a world that accepts her. She’s depressed and in a state of self-loathing. And she can’t escape. So what happens?

The Voice (yeah, that dick) comes along and goes “hey, here’s an idea, find Jannah and have your world while vanishing in this one”. Silva asks “why would I do something as insane and nonsensical as that?” And the Voice says the worse thing ever “because it would be better if you just ceased in this world.” Yeah, he went that low. So Silva decides to go on a literal mission to privately do that, following the instructions in Scenario A, as not to (what she believes she’s doing) negatively interfere in everybody else’s life, especially Rachel’s/Faith’s. I must remind everyone: This is a very sad tale, with a lot of bitter and bleakness and very minimal sweetness in it at first (unlike Scenario A which is just bittersweet through and through).

That’s “The Backstory” for both done. I’ll be writing out part 2 “Silva’s Plot” in some time.

Bye yo!