#so i imagine... at least three scenes in the stables lol

[simgerale]

this is the only pic i managed to take but i spent hours yesterday building the royal stables (^:

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Pity Party

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: 'I'm going to do it,' you thought triumphantly. 'I'm going to invite Malleus Draconia to the next Unbirthday Party as my date.' And naturally, the Universe in all its infinite omnipotence, went 'lol bet.'

A/N: A very fun commission for the lovely @toast-tales

“Heartslaybul is having another one of their Unbirthday Parties this Friday,” you said, a bit stilted but enthusiastic nevertheless. “And I was thinking—well, it was just a thought! But! Maybe it’d be nice if we, y’know, went together?” You finished, looking up from beneath your lashes at the looming figure before you.

The Gargoyle, naturally, did not respond. A sound rejection if ever there was one.

But! That attempt had sounded really good, hadn’t it? Totally natural and everything! Not a single stutter, fainting episode, or bought of nervous vomiting to be seen!

“Okay,” you muttered, pacing back and forth as you diligently fought the urge to ring your hands. “Okay, okay, okay. I can do this. It’s just, like, two sentences—Three? Was that three?—Doesn’t matter! Focus! It’s not that hard!”

You circled and circled around the alcove. It was a familiar little corner, for all that you’d only ever seen it in the dark of the evening. This was where you’d meet up with Malleus for your nighttime rendezvous. Normally you didn’t bother popping by for at least another hour, but you needed all the practice you could get. And while, yes, the stone carvings overhead were hardly the best conversational partners, it was easier to practice your totally smooth pickup skills on their emotionless faces than, like, Grim. Or God forbid, Ace and Deuce. 

It was only Malleus, you reassured yourself yet again—your kindly, awkward, fey friend with the social awareness of a two-centuries-old potato. It was one thing to know, or at least assume, that he’d be sweet enough to take your offer in stride. It was another entirely to imagine the Briar Prince’s blank ass face saying something genuinely well-intentioned but harsh like ‘that doesn’t sound like a particularly riveting way to spend my afternoon,’ and immediately crushing your soul into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. It was an all too easy scene to picture, as you’d done at least a hundred times since your heart had set itself on its intentions.

You just—maybe just a bit more time. Yes. One more round of practice (perhaps two), and then you’d be ready. Like the Overblots, or whatever. Those hardly phased you at all anymore! It only took repetitive, mind rending, exposure therapy. That would do it. You just needed the teeniest bit more time to—

“Ah—Child of Man. I wasn’t expecting to see you here so earl—”

You jolted back with a truly heinous squawk and wheeled gracelessly into the stone pillar at your rear. You weren’t exactly a force of nature or anything, but the column hadn’t looked all that stable to begin with. So your frantic flailing took its toll, and the great, rock, beam creaked and fell. The Gargoyle perched atop it (the very one you’d been propositioning for the past half hour or so) crashed to the ground with an echoing BOOM and a cloud of debris fit to choke an elephant.

The poor thing lay in the dirt in pieces, its regal countenance split right down the middle. And Malleus Draconia, noted aficionado of all things carved from stone, looked two steps away from having an actual aneurism. So you hurriedly buried your invitation back in the depths of your brain and quickly went about carrying out the inanimate-object-equivalent of CPR.

“I think I have some super glue back in Ramshackle,” you offered. Even though you knew well enough that he could probably wave his hand and undo the entire thing. But it was the thought that counted, right?

“Supered Glue?” Malleus parroted, his neon eyes darting back and forth between you and the shattered gargoyle like you’d just offered him some mystical panacea. You nodded along and scuttled off in the direction of your dilapidated dorm.

‘Tomorrow,’ you promised yourself, as you rifled through your miscellaneous utilities drawer, tossing around rolls of tape and wads of too-thin elastic bands. ‘Tomorrow I’ll ask him.’

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The next morning, you sat in Potion’s Class with the tacky remnants of last night’s nonsense dried along your fingertips. You sneezed and something ground unpleasantly behind your ear. You reached up to pluck a stray bit of gravel from your hair and flicked it aside.

Normally you tried to give Crewel’s lectures the entirety of your focus, primarily because you respected the man and wanted him to like you. And also, y’know, from the very rational standpoint of not wanting to lose your eyebrows or dignity when an incorrectly brewed potion exploded in your face. But today you were stuck in the clouds, replaying scenario after scenario and wondering what your next step in the whole ‘Ask The Crowned Prince of An Entire Nation Out to Lunch’ situation should be.

Your neck was itching again, and you scrubbed around mindlessly before pulling out another bit of gargoyle debris and tossing it. It bounced harmlessly off Jack’s shoulder.

“Did you get all that?” Your beastman friend asked, beginning the tedious process of organizing your group workstation for the day.

“Oh? Yes. Of course,” you nodded, not having heard a single word of what was going on. You grabbed your little instructions pamphlet for the day and made your way towards your own stool.

Jack turned and narrowed his yellow eyes at you in a way that clearly let you know that that superhuman schnoz of his had sniffed out your bullshit a mile away, but you generally had a better track record than the rest of the first years, so thankfully he let it slide.

Without further ado, you went about heating, and mixing, and tempering. And by the end, the pair of you had a lovely, silver, concoction that popped and fizzled like cola. Professor Crewel paused in his rounds of the rows to stare into your cauldron with an impassive sort of look that could have meant anything from ‘Content’ to ‘Outright Murder.’ Your eyes hastily flickered around the room, but everyone else’s potions looked liked Mercury Sprite too, so you couldn’t have been in too much trouble. You dipped the testing spoon into one of the bubbliest bits and brought it to your mouth to take a teeny sip. It tasted alright, and you smacked your lips as you tried to identify the flavor.

“Well?” The professor droned, crossing his arms over his chest in a fashion that looked entirely unimpressed. “How is it?”

You opened your mouth to reply and nothing came out but static. Literal static. Like you were some overloaded, old, plug—spitting sparks and whiny, high-pitched, nonsense that was most definitely an indication of some sort of fire risk.

Crewel hummed in that self-satisfied sort of way of his—the sort that was only mastered by those who were in the habit of being proven right during every, single, catastrophe.

“The Tickled Tongue recipe is fairly straightforward, you see,” he explained, stepping closer with a languid swishswish of his large overcoat. “It’s difficult to alter without any remarkable change or err. However,” he droned, “it is incredibly similar to the Stone Tongued Elixir. Do you know what the one, unique, ingredient in that brew is in comparison to our assigned project today, Prefect?”

You sighed fuzz.

“Stone,” he said, reaching out to pluck another bit of gravel from your hair.

Crewel brushed his hands against his vest and you debated if it’d be worth it to try jumping out of the window and escape while you still had at least some face.

“I’ve been kind enough to look the other way when you break curfew so that you may continue your… nightly excursions with a certain upperclassman,” he droned, and that open window was looking even more tempting. “But please at least give me the courtesy of cleaning up the evidence before attending my class in the mornings, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to say, but it just sounded like a busted landline.

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“Hello, Child of Man,” Malleus beamed, his lips curling pleasantly at the corners. His usual trio were flanking his hind, all watching with varying degrees of interest that ranged from sharp curiosity (Lilia) to outright hostility (Sebek).  “Would you care to accompany me for lunch?”

You opened your mouth and all that came out was the fucking AOL dial tone.

Lilia doubled over laughing and Malleus tilted his head at you like a dog listening to a whistle tone.

“Pardon?” He blinked.

“BZZZZZZ,” you said, miserable, and Lilia just laughed harder.

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‘Two days left,’ you reminded yourself miserably. You had just under forty-eight wretched hours to not only complete your initial Date Objective, but also somehow do that whole thing while making up for the ego-crushing failures of your first two failures.  

There was a Spelldrive match after classes today—another attempt for Leona to try and get one up on Malleus’s ‘Hall of Fame Worthy’ record before the pair of them aged out of the competition. And maybe that would be perfect! That was always sort of a Thing in teen movies, right? The big, heart wrenching, confession delivered on the field of whatever sport was in season. The fated couple lit all prettily beneath the glaring overhead lights and artfully drenched in a very timely shower of rain. This whole situation was practically writing itself.

So you tucked yourself into a warm, cozy, sweater fit for the breezy day and inevitable aesthetic downpour, and went to sit out in the stands. Which was your first mistake, because the match was being held on Savanaclaw’s practice field. So immediately you could feel sweat pooling along your lower back and along your brow as the magical, overhead, sunshine did its best to seer the flesh right off your bones. Malleus moved to step out onto the field and you went to wave at him enthusiastically, only to catch sight of the giant pit stains steeped into your stupid sweater. The dark spots opened up like the gaping maw on a beast, determined to derive its entire sustenance from your embarrassment alone. You clamped your arms back down to your sides and immediately began questioning the universe at large. Were you a murderer in a past life? Someone who scammed old ladies out of their pensions? What other reason could there be for the entire fucking cosmos to just perpetually go ‘hey, how about we make things worse.’

The game was probably going well or something, but you were swimming in so much swampy body heat at this point that you were starting to get dizzy.

With a sigh, you pulled the cute, wool, deathtrap over your head and tossed it aside—ruffling your sweat sticky hair for good measure to try and get some airflow going. It wasn’t the most dignified look or whatever, sitting there in only the thin cotton undershirt of your uniform and half drowned in your own secretions, but at least you weren’t in imminent danger of dying of heat stroke anymore. You leaned back on your elbows with another much more contented sigh and gave yourself a moment to let the last of that hot nausea settle.

“Oi! You horned bastard! Watch where you’re—”

There was a swirl of spitting green sparks and you looked back out onto the field just in time to get absolutely decimated by a Spelldrive disc to the face.

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“He really didn’t mean it,” Lilia said, but he was laughing so hard into his fist that it was hard to make out anything beyond merry gurgling. “In fact, he’s really very upset about the whole thing.”

You stared blankly at the off-white walls of the infirmary, wondering how it was possible for one person’s luck to be this bad.

“Where is he?” you asked. Your tongue felt thick and sluggish.

“I don’t think he would appreciate me saying that he was off hiding—pouting, even,” the fey tutted, floating up to sit cross-legged at your eyelevel. “But I don’t believe there’s a much more accurate way of putting it.”

“Why would he be hiding?” you trudged forward again, mouth still entirely uncooperative. “I wanted to ask him something,” you admitted, chronically dejected and acutely brain damaged.

“Did you now?” Lilia grinned, something mischievous and far too knowing lighting his wine-red eyes.

You nodded. You could feel the tug of the bandages around your forehead.

“Well, I’ll ask that you be patient with him,” he sighed fondly, reaching out to pat your cheek. “For all his years, our Prince is still a bit stunted.”

“Oh, please! He’s six and a half feet tall!” you complained.

Lilia laughed again, doubling over in the air and doing a full roll about—like a pill bug.

“Oh, dear,” he snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he straightened back out to lounge upside down by one of the rafters. “You do deserve each other.”

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This was it. The final countdown. Friday.

The Unbirthday Party was this afternoon, and with God and the Heavens as your witness, you would be dragging Malleus Draconia there with you if it was the last thing you did.

‘The hardest part is supposed to be the rejection,’ you thought bitterly. ‘Not that crap leading up to it. This is bullshit. I want a refund.’

But no, if the Universe was going to be so cruel to you, then you were just going to have to be needlessly paranoid and prepared in advance. You set aside two spare sets of clothing and an umbrella. You packed an entire feast’s worth of provisions in case a fucking hole decided to open up in the ground or something and trap you in a cave for a week. You scribbled a little ‘Would you please go with me to the Unbirthday Party today’ on not one, or two, but three separate notes. Each in a different pocket. And laminated. And, perhaps most daring of all, you walked up to Ace and Deuce that morning with a stiff upper lip and an even stiffer spine.

“I’m going to ask Tsunotarou to come to the Unbirthday Party today,” you told them, fighting the urge to twist your hands into your jacket sleeves.

“What?” Ace choked, just as Deuce stepped in to clobber him over the back of the head and tell you very sweetly that he was sure that the House Warden would appreciate that very much.

“You must like him a lot,” your blue haired friend said, polite but clearly also at least a little unnerved.

“Yeah,” you sighed miserably, thinking of each and every horrible failure as the world at large fought your stupid affections at every turn. “I guess I do.”

So you went about your day like a soldier trudging through a warzone—always at the ready for something unknowable to fuck you over yet again. You looked twice around every corner, always let someone else walk through a doorway first, immediately spritzed Azul in the face with a spray bottle when he tried to start a conversation. It wasn’t paranoia when you knew the universe was out to get you.

The school day was coming to an end and so far you’d managed to avoid any catastrophes. When you caught sight Malleus off in the distance, you had to fight down the sudden swell of dueling panic and hope that blocked off your throat. You made eye contact with the fey prince from across the near empty corridor and he seemed to straighten. You took a deep breath and took one step forward, then another.

“Tsunotarou!” you called cheerfully. “I was wondering if you—”

“FIRE!” Crowley wailed, careening around the corner with all the urgency of someone who very much genuinely cared about the safety of their school and all its inhabitants. Which was outright ridiculous. His glowing, golden, eyes locked on you like you’d been the target of this caterwauling all along, and you wanted to scream. “Ah! My most darling and favorite of Prefects! You have to help! There’s a fire in—”

“No,” you snarled, like some great monster of old. And you watched the Headmaster pale beneath his bird mask. You reached out to pat his shoulder with a pleasantly threatening thump. thump. thump. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to sort it out on your own, sir. Have a lovely afternoon!”

And before you could chicken out, or something else could happen—like a tornado ripping the entire school up at its base and flinging you into Oz—you rushed forward and latched onto Malleus’s sleeve with a wide, panicked, sort of look in your eyes. Hisown eyes went round and wide, but he didn’t pull away, so step one complete.

“Please come to Heartslaybul’s Unbirthday Party with me!” You entreated. “As my date! With me! Together!” you word vomited, clutching at his sleeve even tighter.

“Oh,” Malleus breathed—those sharp, reptilian, pupils of his jumping into something soft and huge that swallowed the green of his irises in a sea of black. A pale, rose, pink crept along the tips of his pointed ears and you could feel your own cheeks blazing like a bonfire.

“Yup,” you nodded lamely, realizing you were still clutching his hand like a starving leper.

“Lilia had mentioned that you might…” he trailed off, gaze sliding to your fingers tangled beside his. “I hadn’t thought that—well…” He cleared his throat and stood to his full height with a puff that almost looked prideful. “Nevertheless,” he grinned, almost shy, and offered you his arm. “Shall we?”

You were going to die. Keel over. That would be the cosmos’s final strike against you. But though your heart beat like a rapid drum in your chest, you didn’t actually collapse in cardiac arrest. Your blood felt warm, but not with fever. It was… You’d actually done it!

You fought the urge to squeal and instead ducked excitedly against Malleus’s side with a secret little fist bump. His arm wound snuggly through yours and you were still too high on the thrill of victory to even consider being embarrassed about it.

“It may surprise you to know,” he said as you walked together towards the Queen of Heart’s Dormitory. “That I actually was attempting to ask something similar of you for this past week as well.”

“Really?” you gaped.

He nodded. “But it seemed as though fate itself was conspiring against me. The first evening went poorly, and then the next day you’d been cursed into silence. And you even ended up injured during one of my attempts.”

“The Spelldrive disc?” you blinked.

“Unfortunately,” Malleus sighed, leading you towards the familiar rose gardens. Which were lovely as always, and perfectly well painted for the afternoon’s festivities, and—

And… also on fire.

“Well what do you know…” you mumbled as you watched a furious Riddle chase a screeching Ace through the flaming fields. Trey had his head in his hands. Cater was filming the whole thing with an artful smear of ash drawn across his cheek.

Malleus made a low rumble of discontentment and you immediately swung the pair of you around to start heading back towards the Mirror Chamber.

“Not to worry!” you beamed, pointedly jostling the full picnic lunch in your bag. Sure, it hadn’t ended up being a gaping hole that had dragged you straight into the bowels of the abyss, but hey. Hellfire was hellfire. “I came prepared.”

“So did I,” Malleus smirked, the points of his canines peaking out of his lower lip. He twisted his fingers and the pair of you were surrounded in puffs of floating, sparkling, green lights.

And despite the Universe technically, yet again, having come out on top and flipped you and your date the proverbial middle finger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too upset at all.

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[dalekowrites]

Do you have a timeframe of the after dark and the in between will be finished? Or are you just going with the flow? I read and re read both of them they are very interesting and had me hooked!

Hi, thank you for asking! I'm glad you're enjoying them ☺

"In theory, I have a timeframe for both, but to be honest, I’m re-evaluating the composition of After Dark (three separate routes in the first book from the start). The writing and coding for it is really complex, especially considering the multitude of side things you can do with the phone, the collectables, the individual scenes with RO characters, and so on.

For The In-Between, the situation is a bit simpler because it’s more of a novel than a game, but there are still some things to consider when you add interactivity into the mix. To give you a practical example, the original story up to this point consists of 17,747 words. The IF version consists of 27,606 words! So you can imagine what I mean lol

There’s a bit of personal ranting after the cut, so if you’re not in the mood for various unnecessary complaints, you can stop here! ♥

Also, over the past few years, I’ve had a string of bad luck, one thing after another—losses, health issues, bureaucratic problems. It’s been a real mess, and I’ve had to juggle all of it while constantly working (at least) two jobs, earning a degree, and taking extra university courses. Honestly, I’m surprised I’ve managed to get... even the little that I’ve accomplished done, lol. Things haven’t really improved much (I have degenerative health issues, so it’s not like they’re going to get better), and I won’t have any more free time with the PhD and everything. But mentally, I feel stable enough to keep working on my projects. I just hope I can finish them before the next family tragedy, or at least find the catharsis I need through writing.

Sorry for the unnecessary personal rant, but I think it did me good to put it in writing, so thank you for giving me the chance to do so! ☺

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Ok, spoilers for this year hellfire gala. This is going to be an overall gush, probably barely coherent. I’ll try to intercalate positive and negatives?

What in the actual fuck?!

First of all, the Kamala resurrection was exactly as meaningless, corporative and boring as expected. I just can’t wait to see what stupid power they come up with as her mutant gift (supposing of course that the terrigen/x-gene incompatibility will be solved trivially on an artificially convenient moment [like her whole death and resurrection was]). Also (and I’m jumping the horse a little, but this is a really meaningless nitpick that just stayed on my mind) how does she know the X-men red triangle psychic resistance thingy?

Scott wearing his old Champions suit? Complete flop. He can’t sell it at all. But I do find it cute and endearing, and this is exactly the pathetic Summers behavior that I’m here for.

The G.O.D.S. cameo was really clunky. I mean, I know nothing about those people, apart that they didn’t help at all on the whole thing (and maybe they have a reason for that. I wouldn’t know) and that Wyn is hot. I may give it a chance for more Wyn.

Speaking of hot, David? Slay. Emma? Slay. Jubilation? Slay. Kate? Omega slay. Like, if this is the last hellfire (and I don’t mean this on a “wow, this could have everlasting consequences” way, but a “yeah, I don’t think they should try to sell this idea again for two or three years”), at least they could serve until the end. Imagine how funny all the Charles drama would be if he was wearing his stupid baby pope atire from the first gala?!

The avengers? As pointless as expected. Nothing new under the sun, and I actually appreciate that they are useless on X-titles.

About the New York Arbor Magna thing, can we please have Cyclops leading the team on a wheelchair for like… this whole phase? It would be so weird, and fun, and iconic! Like, having Charles walking around (or, I don’t know, dying alone on that freaking beach? I would enjoy that.) and Scott brooding on a chair? Absolutely fantastic. I do think Emma and Scott leading again could be a nice echo to last time.

Because… we are having a new (supposedly) mutant genocide again. Imagine being resurrected from Genosha, or Decimation, or the Terrigen stuff, and immediately dying again? Lol. The concept is so so overdone at this point. It doesn’t preserve the impact at all.

On the other hand, you know that post about how every queer person has a universe-appointed C tier X-men character to love and cherish? I do think my baby Explodey-boy is dead know. Absolutely homophobic behavior.

I do enjoy Stasis and Nimrod very much. At this point, I would devour an orchis tittle if they promised me absolute lack of Moira and Feilong (as they are, in fact, shit). When Stasis said that Charles understood powers of ten? And the dancing? Send me shivers. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping (…).

I also think Jean stole the scene a little bit. I’m not usually a Jean stan, but god dammit she is so strong. And like, not only in the Omega Telepath Phoenix way, she has so much presence and name, inside and outside the world, that so much can be supported by her. I feel like the whole story is hanging by her absoluteness of a character. And Maddie holding her??? Aaaaaa

That’s it, I guess… just wanted to do my overall first impression. I do like the Krakoa era very much, and the last decade or so have taught me to take apparent big status quo changes with a grain of salt (I mean, Emma is supposed to marry flop Stark in four or five chapters, right?! Things should probably be relatively stable by them), but I can see myself enjoying the change of pace a little.

By far the worst gala? Yeah. For sure. Like, criminally bad chapter. But I do see some things planted that could end up being really fun.

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April 11: Time Loop Notes (Bellarke)

Today, some more notes from the Time Loop fic. I don't know if these are interesting to anybody but I like having them in the record so to speak. This set is about the Bellamy and Clarke back story and, I cannot stress this enough, includes major major spoilers. Like literally it gives away the whole game. So like maybe don't read if you think you might read the fic but haven't.

9/24/23: I’m still working on this fic ugh and I’m about to start my second Bellamy scene, the one where he and Clarke dump all their long-hinted exposition while also being full of sexual tension etc. Which, when I put it that way, is a little daunting. So I just want to be certain I know everything that goes in there and that I am certain on the backstory. I think I am, but let’s make sure.

So, very generally, they grew up together, she’s his little sister’s best friend. When he’s 17 and she’s 15, they kill his stepfather (with O) and miraculously get away with it because I said so. The next year, they start sleeping together. After high school, there’s a little muddiness in the timeline: he’s working hard to get O into college, and Clarke is also preparing for college. I imagine they separate for a time in here but not completely. They’re still entangled and if they’re entangled, they’re probably still romantically or sexually linked in some way. Maybe not exclusively but they are always drawn to each other. And of course, the Halloween tradition is absolutely unbroken.

…I’m trying to do the Bellarke timeline without totally breaking down the last 20 years because I’m afraid if I do that I’ll see stuff that’s impossibly tightly packed together lol. Although I could always fix that by turning Clarke’s ‘twenty’ to ‘twenty-five’ or something like that. Let’s say it’s been 23 Halloweens, plus 5, that’s 28, plus another 2, that’s 30, and this is the next year, so Clarke, Octavia, Jasper, and Monty are 31 and Bellamy is 33. Let’s say Octavia published her first book at 23, which is also around the time she met Raven. That means she’s been getting increasingly famous for 8 years and that seems pretty reasonable to me. Probably the least realistic thing is Bellamy somehow starting college late and still getting a PhD but it’s not impossible; it’s fine.

Clarke got a 4 year degree and then tried med school but dropped out, which fits pretty well with her giving that up around the time O got published and started to gain in fame. I want it to be implied that she takes care of her own. Bellamy can afford grad school. Jasper and Monty get the nice drugs. Raven gets the expensive cars. Whatever. Do any of them work? I neither know nor care. I actually do think Clarke probably does but she doesn’t work for money because Octavia has her covered. This is perhaps some of the tension.

The status quo situation, then, at some point as Octavia gets famous is that Clarke is working some job or whatever but she’s still reliant on Octavia for money. She was the most ambitious of the three of them growing up (because she came from a comparatively stable home, which, if I can get a line in about that, would be good) but she didn’t really come to anything, in a way. She isn’t rich and she isn’t famous and she isn’t doing anything lofty like being a cardiac surgeon or whatever. I mean, her life is perfectly fine but the discrepancies between what she planned and what she is and what O planned and what O is could be a source of tension, at least in Octavia’s mind.

Bellamy and Clarke never truly split but certainly by the time they’re 23/25, they’re back together and official. Clarke has known from the beginning about the ghostwriting arrangement. At first, she gives no objections, in part because it seems like a smart little scheme. Maybe she’s quit or is about to quit med school, she’s struggling, and she feels desperate. She also thinks, or tells herself she thinks, that it’s temporary. Like, maybe Octavia wrote the first draft of her first book and then Bellamy ‘polished’ it and then basically re-wrote it, and from there they just transitioned to him writing the whole thing. But it was easy to lie at first that it wouldn’t always be like this.

Years pass, and Clarke becomes more bitter about it. She wants Bellamy to get the credit he deserves. And she gets very wary when the Blakes plan to put out a book that is more ‘personal.’ It’s supposed to make Octavia even more famous, it was on the advice of her publisher and everything, and Clarke knows it will: she’ll be a celebrity in and of herself, relatable and real, it will be the perfect springboard to TV. But it’s also dangerous. Don’t invite people into a past we don’t want them to know. And she hates, too, that it will give Octavia the spotlight when she’s only doing half the work—one might even argue less than half, if one were in love with Bellamy and a little tired of O’s big head.

So, she’s tired of the arrogance, she’s tired of feeling reliant on O, of actually being reliant on her, she’s a little jealous that she’s not the leader of the group, she’s upset with her own life, she’s defensive of Bellamy, she doesn’t like the threat of exposure of their past crimes, she doesn’t think they should be greedy in their scheme, she thinks Bellamy should strike out and be a famous writer on his own merits (which he doesn’t want to do because, he says, someone might compare the styles and realize he is also “Octavia Blake, author”)—all of this is happening at once, all of this is in the stew.

AND Bellamy and Clarke are engaged. I don’t really know what else to say about that, but it is true. The relationship is serious. They are mad in love. Then the fight happens. It’s mostly a case of simmering tensions overflowing, and it happens in the summer a little over two years previous to the story. I don’t know what specifically catalyzes it. I think it’s one of those ‘this could happen at any time but it happens to happen now’ type of arguments. I’m using the L.A. house a lot but also mentioned the French one. So, they’re there—Clarke, Bellamy, and Octavia, and hmm, let’s say Lincoln for funsies—maybe doing some wedding planning or something, just chilling. Then the conversation turns, and Clarke goes off, and Octavia gets mad and when the dust all settles, Bellamy sides with O.

Thinking of it this way, it’s pretty clear why this was such a brutal turning point for Bellarke in particular. How could he side with her, right? Like, most of the fic has talked about the O and Clarke break but there have been hints that Bell and Clarke was even worse and, like, of course it was! They were engaged! They’d known each other forever and they’d chosen to be together. From his POV, nothing trumps his relationship with his sister, but from Clarke’s? You’d pick that toxic unsavable wretch over me? It puts a new spin on Bell finally yelling at her at the séance—why he did it, what it means for him to do it, and how it might read to Clarke. Maybe Clarke might even think that there’s hope for them, even though that wasn’t part of her original plan.

So, they break off the engagement, she gives back the ring, and Clarke totally leaves the group. Octavia doesn’t forgive and forget and the Bellarke fight was pretty brutal and no one else is going to side with Clarke over the Blakes—they’re all closer to O, anyway.

Clarke goes wild for a little bit, just real gutter stuff, maybe loses her head a little, and then when she pulls herself out, maybe the next spring, she really does try to find herself through spiritual retreats and meditation and yoga. She doesn’t love it but it helps a bit. She learns the stuff she uses for her ‘hippie disguise’ in the story (which I’m still not so keen on, as far as how I did it, but, that’s okay, I tried) but she doesn’t really lean into it or make it real personality. She does go to an art retreat, maybe that summer, a little more than a year before the fic, and she meets up with Lincoln there and they REALLY hit it off.  Maybe they’re even lovers, lol, because that would be fun. He keeps her up to date on everything happening with Octavia (and Bellamy) and when the news of the new book, the Octavia-penned confession, comes up, both Lincoln and Clarke agree it’s a bad idea. So they hatch this plan to stop it, to stop her, at Halloween.

Okay, does that all make sense? Yeah, sure. Now I just need to go back up to my scene summary and decide how much of that to put in and how.

[susansontag]

Okay, two totally random rants from an admiring rando, but I just have a lot to say about two points you made and nowhere to say it! 1. THANK YOU re: Joyce ballet stuff. I'm becoming so fucking demoralized by the tidal pull towards absolute stupidity Twitter fame seems to have on some GCers. I'm a former ballet dancer (as in former company member, not just youth classes), and there is in fact incredibly brave criticism from women in ballet about how fucking pointlessly gendered a lot of it is, and how much that DOESN'T work with women's bodies, actually, because it demands impossible standards of strength AND delicacy, which functionally necessitates an eating disorder and huge physical damage among professionals. Letting us move (and build more muscle AND FAT) like male dancers would be a HUGE feminist win, actually. Ballet suffers so specifically from codified ideals we pretend can never be changed and were handed down by god about What Good Ballerinas Look Like/Move Like, which are just the same old sexist bullshit you'd imagine. We DON'T have to move the way we do "because of our bodies," and we ABSOLUTELY DO NOT need prominent feminists acting like these standards just are the way they are. Especially because a LOT of 2010s feminist energy brewing in the scene has been pretty much entirely squandered in favor of male-centric shit enabled through gender theory. Radical feminist analysis is DESPERATELY needed (in dance as a whole, tbh) b/c no one wants to talk about how much ballet would rather talk about/support/give $ to a male dancer queering swan lake/pointe/etc than have literally one short conversation about letting female dancers do literally anything but be traumatized twigs who are thrown away before they're 27. The difference between how the sexes is treated is so insanely stark and stable, no matter what male dancers call themselves, wear, etc -- the front line is so clearly who has a female body. To see a woman I used to admire throw her lot in here without one thought or cursory google is so disappointing. I've also loved the points you've made about Stock in the past. Fingers crossed Glosswitch and Sister Outrider won't let me down 2. You're totally right wrt Korra, and tbh, I love ATLA but fans really need to admit that season one is not that great. Like it's not terrible but it gets pretty boring in bits imho and lacks so much of what makes the show beloved -- I don't think it's a coincidence that fandom is almost always discussing events from season two and three instead. So yeah, okay, season two of LoK is weak and I think season one is a bit messy (although the high points are SO FUCKING HIGH), but seasons three and four rule, and a solid third of ATLA is lackluster. Feels like that balances them out more than people want to admit

omg, the whiplash this gave me when you went into korra at the end. season 3&4 of korra are sick imo they’re more mature and interesting than most of atla and I like the villains immensely because their ideologies are actually sympathetic.

as for everything else, thank you for this info, I’m really feeling the anger too lol it was an idiotic thing for joyce to say tbqh. honestly I’m not sure if her and stock are even necessarily feminists, certainly not radical feminists at least they turn away from and misrepresent the radical viewpoint consistently… it is very disappointing honestly

[dragonnan]

Molly Hooper headcanon:

And this is something I’ve believed about her for years - NOT influenced by recent horrid policies.

I have never believed she wants children.  At all.  She is driven, much like Sherlock, to research and investigation and advancing in her chosen career.  She loves her independence and while she certainly craves love she is not broken by solitude.  She likes having fun.  She likes to go out to clubs to drink with friends.  Sherlock is aware of that since he brings it up in “The Sign of Three”. 

She enjoys casual dating but I think has uncertainty about actual marriage.  In spite of the Tom story-line - or possibly BECAUSE of it I feel it solidified that she really doesn’t want marriage.  Digging a bit deeper I’d argue that Tom was the one who had pushed for marriage and Molly, maybe feeling somewhat lost and adrift after everything that happened with Sherlock and Moriarty, agreed.  But what she had truly wanted was “normal” and “stable” and maybe seeing John and Mary going that same route had nudged her that direction. 

It’s clear that at least Mary had cultivated a friendship with Molly and I can imagine lots of chats about their significant others and Mary seems the type to have helped convince Molly that marriage would be tremendous fun and then “they could all do things together as married couples” (to clarify given this hellsite I’m not talking about “swinging”).  And Molly would want to be part of that.  The idea of being a member of that small group would have been almost addicting.  And maybe there was a part of her, too, that somehow possibly saw it as a way she could console John in his grief while dealing with her guilt of keeping such an enormous secret from him.  Most of that, of course, is speculation.  A lot of it is derived from the few interactions with Tom and/or discussing Tom.  She first openly talked about him (on screen) to Sherlock.  She talked about Tom’s dogs and family and how she met him through friends.  She talked about how normal he was (not a psychopath - which she later whispered that maybe she likes “psychopaths” - which, interestingly, reflects a later conversation Sherlock had with John regarding Mary).  She never said she loved him - nor did she look happy when Sherlock pointed out her ring.  There followed the actual first meeting of Tom at the flat and the obvious resemblance to Sherlock.  And then Molly had another conversation about Tom, again with Sherlock, where she emphasized a fantastic sex life.  I’m divided on how I interpret that.  On one hand it strongly reads as deliberately screwing with Sherlock because Molly knows he’d feel awkward and it was funny to mess with him.  I also can see it as overly asserting that she’s moved on and her life couldn’t be better.  It’s probably a little bit of both.  Then there’s the wedding and the fork stabbing and there HAS to be so much more going on that we don’t know.  One just doesn’t stab their loved one - no matter how awkward and foolish they may be acting.  Not only does that scene tell me how miserable Molly is with Tom but that Tom may not be the angel Molly initially presented.  I don’t read him as abusive.  I think he always was a gentleman and kind towards Molly.  However, I also think he had something else to his character - possibly an affair or gambling or money laundering - the fanfic brain goes wild on possibilities.  The last indication of Tom, of course, is in TLD when Sherlock was grateful Molly no longer wore her ring when she slapped him.  If I wanted to let my ADHD run wild and follow a rabbit trail I’d dig into how Sherlock went from kind and supportive about Tom to abrasive and sarcastic but that’s a contemplation for a different post lol.

The only family member Molly was close to/loved was her father.  She never mentions her mother so either her mother died or, as I tend to believe, ran out on her family when Molly was young.  And while there’s no mention one way or the other I also think Molly was an only child.  This is supported by Sherlock’s observations in TFP that Molly is all alone. 

I think Molly has so much kindness and love because she is awfully familiar with being without.  I think she’s incredibly strong but as susceptible as any given person to the allure of love which is how Moriarty was able to manipulate her.  I also think Molly had been aware of something that triggered a red flag with Jim well before Sherlock suggested he was gay.  If she had zero concerns about Jim she’d never have been so hotly defensive.  She may not have known WHAT was off about Jim but as perceptive as Molly is about Sherlock there’s zero chance she didn’t feel a chill in his presence that she very stubbornly tried to dismiss.  I think when she told Sherlock he “spoils” everything it wasn’t outrage talking but fear.  He’d exposed what she’d been trying so hard to deny.

I think Molly hated loving Sherlock, at times.  He hurt her repeatedly.  But her soul absorbed the pain and gave back support and kindness and love.  And this wasn’t some accidental thing, either.  Someone else once pointed out that love like that is deliberately and carefully cultivated.  So much more than that - though - is that it was self-sacrificial.  She never asked the same in return until Sherlock literally asked it of HER in TFP.  It actually frustrates me how many people get mad at Molly for that single moment of demanding respect after at least a decade of loving this man without any expectation of a return in kind.

Bonus:

I think Molly likely has seen a therapist a few times but overall would rather deal with her issues on her own.  The two times she saw someone were - after the death of her father - and after she broke things off with Moriarty.  I mean tell ME a person wouldn’t need therapy after realizing they’d been dating a violent murderer and criminal overlord.  

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Millie headcanons!!

- I see her as having more of a gothic lolita/almost Victorian gothic style tbh? Basically she dresses like Lydia Deetz in Beetlejuice. However I love throwing in more mall goth aspects too. Fancy black dress, messy looking makeup, demonia boots, Victorian mourning jewellery, and spiked choker & bracelets kinda thing you get me?

- Bullied kid with comorbid probably undiagnosed ADHD and depression type beat

- I imagine ITP takes place in like, early or maybe mid 2010s. I've seen on this blog once or twice the idea of Millie being around the pizzaplex and i love that idea but I always saw her as like, a closer to classic Freddy Fazbear's kid.

- Her family is pretty well off. That's why she can actually afford to dress the way she does (yeah I'm jealous what of it)

- She likes horror a Lot. It's something of a hyperfixation of hers, but it leaves her grandpa quite concerned because My Granddaughter Has Been Holed Up In Her Room Watching Horror Movies All Day Is She Mentally Stable

- I know in canon she was only going to stay with her grandpa while her parents were away but I got the vibes that her grandpa basically helped raise her. (In my own weird au where millie and sarah like, band together with the other protags to investigate freddy fazbears and specifically the bite of 83 and shit she just full on lives with him lol)

- She's intimidating as Fuck when she gets mad.

- Her hair is not naturally black (not sure what color it Is tho, maybe blonde??), but she dyes it (I also imagine she likes to throw in some purple streaks or a black to purple ombre sometimes)

- She has like 3 piercings on each ear. The second set no one knew she was getting until she came back home from going out to do so. She was banned from getting piercings as a punishment so the third one was also a secret no one in the family noticed for like months.

- She would love FNaF. I feel like she'd make "man behind the slaughter" jokes. Is that old? Me and my sister still do it.

- She is absolutely awful with kids, but they love her. She goes out to the park with a black umbrella to brood dramatically in the shade and from the playground she just hears "Millie!!" And then a small crowd of children runs up asking if she'll play with them. She always gives in and agrees to play in the end. She can never even remember their names or anything but they see the sad girl in all black and immediately know She's Friend. She would die for them.

- Oswald is her surrogate brother and ok now that I'm thinking abt millie in the pizzaplex era Gregory would be too 100%.

- She likes chocolate. She gives me the vibes of someone who just, chocolate everything. Her grandpa buys chocolate chips for baking and Millie eats them all.

- As a kid she cried a lot and didnt know how to/was too afraid to stand up for herself. She has a lot of repressed anger from those years and tends to dramatically overreact as a result (I'm not projecting what do you mean)

[TW for implied abuse for the next three]

- OK BOUNCING OFF THAT ONE HC THAT DYLAN HAS DID AS SOMEONE WHO MAYBE HAS IT MYSELF I LOVE THAT. I have an Idea for how it would've formed which is that his familial situation is Very Not Good. Anyways I think, he has probably abt 10 ish alters, Millie would get along with most of his alters. I think Dylan would have multiple persecutor alters which r alters who formed from trauma who harm the body or other alters to try and protect them. Millie actually gets along surprisingly well with one of them.

- On another note w/ Dylan tho Millie's grandpa meets Dylan, finds out just a little bit abt his family and basically tells him like "my home is your home, if you're not safe there, you're always welcome here" so <3 he likes to spend basically all his time at Millie's grandpa's house and he doesnt say it but he worries hes like is your home really that bad do I need to call CPS?

- Millie's parents come home at the end of the year and are like well what'd we miss? And her grandpa's like look at my new grandson Dylan :) Dylan come out and say hi!! And out comes a teenage boy with bright red hair, a bunch of piercings (also a scar on one ear), wearing spiky platform boots, spiked bracelets and choker like Millie's (but in white w/ black spikes) and patched black jeans, wiping Pop Tart crumbs off a My Chemical Romance shirt and he just looks up at them totally nonchalantly and goes "Heyo" and walks off and they're like MAURICE WHAT THE HELL?!? WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THIS KID?!?! JUVIE?!!?!??

- Millie's grandpa doesn't Know Dylan has DID 100%- Dylan hasn't told him and doesn't plan to- but he notices major changes in personality from time to time and catches Millie, Sarah or Brooke calling him different names occasionally. That plus his vague knowledge of what goes down at Dylan's house, he's sorta put the dots together on his own, but he hasn't said anything yet.

- Ok so like, I love the idea of Brooke having like a pastel/bubblegum-bitch aesthetic. One time Brooke dressed Millie up in a pastel goth style (and Dylan gave her a scene/emo style) and at the time she was like it's so BRIGHT it's so SOFT WHAT but shes been thinking about that ever since and occasionally while shopping she'll pick out a pair of cutesy/pastel earrings or a neon accented choker or something like that.

- Brooke introduces Millie and Dylan to Marina. Millie introduces Brooke to MCR (or something, idk, for as much of a goth as I am I mostly listen to Penelope Scott). Dylan introduces them both to FaLiLV (a Japanese band). Brooke does not like their taste in music.

- Millie's idea of calming down is laying on her bed and listening to screamo.

This took me an hour and a half I'm sorry

ADHAKFJHSJKJHKDSSJFD I LOVE THESE-

The one about Millie being terrible with children but them loving her anyway, is so accurate to my Millie as well. She can take care of a child about as well as she can take care of herself (not much at all-), but her cousins absolutely love when she babysits them, and Gregory looks up to her as a role model (Millie's just like "thanks, but reconsider!" lol)

And the one with Millie's grandpa practically adopting Dylan, I swear ur trying to kill me with wholesomeness, I love them sm. In my AU if Dylan was having issues with his family and Millie's grandpa found out, he'd just calmly stand up and walk into the garage, coming back with a baseball bat. He'd calmly tell Millie and the others that he's just going to have a "talk" with Dylan's parents, while Millie knowing damn well just what he means by that starts chasing after him telling him not to do this, Dylan not far behind.

Dylan's parents would just hear someone pounding on their door, and when they answer there's just an extremely tired and pissed off 60 something year old man on their doorstep, and two teens attempting to hold him back, all while Millie's grandpa is shouting a load of expletives at them.

The whole time Dylan is just panicking, and is all like "M-Mr. Fitzsimmons, you don't have to do this!", whereas Millie knows that her grandfather will not calm down until someone is at least hospitalized.

[thebluelemontree]

Hiya blue lemon it's me again. Do you have any criticism in the way GRRM wrote Sansa in book1/2? EX:.Sansa and Jeyne are BFF but we amolst never see the girls talking to eachother, and when JP is sex traffikced sansa just forget about her(we could have a scene where sansa try to find what happened to JP or at least grieve for her). Every time sansa appears as a non-POV in AGOT she's been mean and whe we have her POV she's mean for no good reason(SANSA III AGOT). >PART 1<

And the worst is why GRRM wrote sansa goin to Cercei to tell her the "Ned Plans", it's just bad writing, Cercei kill lady so Sansa going to her was OOC GRRM just wrote that to we hate Sansa And in the book it's not explained what "the Ned plans" was(And it was nothing imortant at all, and would make no difference at Ned's fate) so ordinary readers blame Sansa for Ned's death and GRRM does that too in book 2 Cercei put all the blame for Ned death in sansa nd "the Ned Plans" Your thoughts?PART 2

There’s a lot to unpack here. 

I get a sense that in the early books, George was not as comfortable writing female relationships as he was writing male relationships or even male-female ones. I mean, Catelyn has no female friends, no companions like Margaery Tyrell’s cousins, no fostering wards of her own, no correspondences with other ladies except that one letter from Lysa for plot reasons. This is just weird for the lady of two major houses. It is neglectful on George’s part to give most of the important social connections to men. This doesn’t mean he was totally inept at writing female relationships, though, and it does seem like he’s tried to improve upon highlighting the positive in later books.

By comparison, the positive side of the brotherly relationships are presented so strongly that it tends to smooth over the conflicts with many readers. Jon can feel envious and resentful of Robb, but the love and loyalty is always in the foreground. The conflict between Arya, Jeyne, and Sansa does have legitimate character arc and plot purposes, so this isn’t bad writing. It’s unfortunate that GRRM presses down so hard on the constant bickering and occasional nastiness, but he did write some positives (albeit they tended to be revealed in later books) and there are understandable reasons for the dynamics. It was not done in a totally unrealistic way. What’s depicted is a typical and relatable rocky period for that age group, and there was negative adult influence at play. It’s not a permanent feature of the sisterhood. It’s all there if you pay attention and you’re inclined to be charitable toward the mistakes of young girls.       

If a reader is already predisposed to see the bonds between male characters as more pure and more able to overcome the negative aspects, then they probably also view the bonds between female characters as inherently weaker and more fraught with conflict. Fandom misogyny is not GRRM’s fault. That sector of the fandom will always have contempt for girls for being girls, especially preteen girls. They will always hone in on their faults and belittle their virtues. 

I don’t think that is true that we hardly ever see Jeyne and Sansa talking. They are nearly always in each other’s company. There was real friendship between Sansa and Jeyne, because what George does do well with them, is realistically write the way girls cement their bonds. Young girls strengthen their relationship by communicating and confiding in each other. Sharing secrets, crushes, hopes, fears, and pieces of gossip builds trust and intimacy. Jeyne and Sansa do this all the time, even though they can have different opinions and disagree about a lot.  Yes, there is some one-sidedness in that Sansa socially outranks Jeyne and believes that makes her more mature and wiser than her friend. Jeyne is dependent on her closeness to Sansa as a highborn lady and future queen to rise successfully, so she’s not going to push back on Sansa’s dominance. This is also a reason Jeyne sometimes bullies Arya to supplant her as Sansa’s “sister.” When Sansa has something to share, she goes to Jeyne to talk about it. I think it’s hilarious that the girls have a debate over which castle Gregor Clegane’s head will get spiked. Sansa wants Jeyne at her side for these new and exciting events like the tourney. When things get serious and dangerous, they comfort each other. Again, this is not all George’s fault if some readers don’t recognize or value the way girls do friendships.  

It’s stated quite clearly why Sansa tries to not think about Jeyne or her deceased family members very often. It’s fucking traumatic and her survival while among her captors depends on mentally holding herself together. 

If only she had someone to tell her what to do. She missed Septa Mordane, and even more Jeyne Poole, her truest friend. The septa had lost her head with the rest, for the crime of serving House Stark. Sansa did not know what had happened to Jeyne, who had disappeared from her rooms afterward, never to be mentioned again. She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. Once in a while, Sansa even missed her sister. By now Arya was safe back in Winterfell, dancing and sewing, playing with Bran and baby Rickon, even riding through the winter town if she liked. Sansa was allowed to go riding too, but only in the bailey, and it got boring going round in a circle all day. -- Sansa II, ACOK.

Following her father’s beheading, Sansa was in a suicidal depression for days. She wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t bathe, welcomed drug-induced sleep, and contemplated killing herself. If she thinks too much on those she lost, she falls to pieces. She can’t openly weep and mourn for “traitors” if her life depends on appearing to be loyal to Joffrey. Most of her grief is suppressed inside. This also includes asking too many questions she doesn’t feel psychologically prepared to hear the answer to. She was there when the decision was made to shuttle Jeyne off to Littlefinger; however, she has no idea this is going to result in Jeyne being sent to a brothel and worse. I would also keep in mind that even if she did ask, it’s not like Cersei or Littlefinger would ever tell her the truth. Why would they? Does she really want to hear lies and have to think about what the horrible truth might be when she can’t do anything about it?  When it comes to Arya, Sansa believes her sister escaped on the ship bound for home. She comforts herself with imagining that Arya is safe and free, and that’s enough to keep her going.  

And she prays and sings for Jeyne, wherever she is.

She sang for mercy, for the living and the dead alike, for Bran and Rickon and Robb, for her sister Arya and her bastard brother Jon Snow, away off on the Wall. She sang for her mother and her father, for her grandfather Lord Hoster and her uncle Edmure Tully, for her friend Jeyne Poole, for old drunken King Robert, for Septa Mordane and Ser Dontos and Jory Cassel and Maester Luwin... -- Sansa V, ACOK.

It’s only until later in the books that Sansa feels emotionally at peace enough to start remembering the good times with Arya and Jeyne without breaking down into tears. We can also see the conflicts weren’t always a thing, and the love was strong with all three.

Sansa began to make snowballs, shaping and smoothing them until they were round and white and perfect. She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. -- Sansa VII, ASOS.

It was most unladylike, but Alayne sound found herself laughing. For just a little while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up. -- Alayne I, TWOW.

So it’s not even that the girls only bond through confiding. They run, play, and roughhouse with each other. It’s interesting that AGOT!Sansa tried to be so mature and proper, but now that she’s older, she’s remembering how good and freeing it was just to be a kid. But let’s not act like this part of the story is over. Jeyne is still very much alive and seems likely to run into Arya in Braavos. We can almost be 100% certain that Sansa will find out the truth about what happened to Jeyne and what Littlefinger did to her (and her parents), then watch out. Sansa will turn all that buried pain into a righteous fury at Littlefinger.  

Now as for Sansa being mean for “no reason.” Um... yeah, LOL. Sometimes she’s just a total unwarranted bitch to her sister, and it’s not meant to be a good look. Sometimes she’s superficial, insufferably immature and annoying, judgmental and prejudiced AND THAT’S OKAY. I mean, she sounds no better or worse than your average middle-schooler if they were of the privileged nobility. Guess what? Sometimes preteens are really like that. Sometimes siblings have ugly, knockdown drag out fights where they say horrible things to each other. Most will grow past those phases and still wind up just as loving and close. It’s realistic and believable. Sansa has flaws, but they aren’t deep moral flaws. She does an amazing job at growing, learning, and overcoming those flaws over the course of the books. In TWOW, she’s warm and affectionate with people, easy-going, nonjudgmental, and genuinely more mature than ever. She took the stick out of her ass and became a happier person for it. What’s the problem? What did you want her to be? Perfect? Unfailingly kind and loved by everyone all the time? She’d be a saint, not a multifaceted human being. Even with her occasional ugly side, Sansa is still a strong, smart, compassionate badass. I don’t care if some people don’t like her as she is written or if they vilify her with their misinterpretations or ignore her strengths. What bearing does that have on GRRM’s vision for her character? He never set out to write any character that the whole fandom would either unanimously love or hate.    

This is not bad writing. This NOT bad writing. This is GOOD writing.

*Sigh* Listen... this whole nonsense about Sansa being to blame for Ned’s demise has been going on since ASOIAF was written on clay tablets. You don’t have to listen to every stupid thing the fandom says about anything. It’s just factually wrong. End of story. This misinterpretation and reader inattentiveness is not GRRM’s fault, because he lays out all the details of everything that went down between Arya, Ned, and Sansa’s POV as it was happening. It’s totally understandable why an upset and frustrated Sansa would go to Cersei, the mother figure she implicitly trusts and admires. She didn’t go to Cersei to betray her father’s plans. She went to the queen to intercede in what she thought had to be some big misunderstanding, having no idea what was really going on or at stake. 

This is not OOC for her to go to Cersei after Lady’s death. The hand that killed Lady was her own father’s, a undeniable breach of trust that wounded their relationship. Ned just doesn’t really do a lot to deal with the emotional aftermath either. Ned and Sansa are very similar in turning a blind eye when confronted with unpleasantness from someone they love. Ned is also at that moment disillusioned with Robert’s failure to do the right thing after the Trident incident. He begs Robert in the name of their brotherly love and the love he bore Lyanna, and Robert turns his back on Ned anyway. Yet Ned immediately goes right back to believing in the best of Robert’s nature, despite all evidence to the contrary. Every sign points to this being a one-sided friendship with Robert being lazy, irresponsible, and completely selfish. Like father, like daughter. Sansa has a very hard time accepting that Joffrey and Cersei are not the people she thought they were, even when she’s seen some cracks. And since she can’t understand her father’s actions and the communication has been shot to hell between them, of course she runs to Cersei with her problems. Cersei can flip a switch and pretend to be kind, loving, and understanding. 

This is so typical of a teenage thought process:  “Dad just doesn’t understand and he’s making a big mistake. I don’t understand why he’s doing this. He doesn’t get how important this is to me. This will all work out if a sympathetic adult steps in and fixes it. Everything will turn out great and we’ll all be happy.” While Sansa is pouring her heart out about how it isn’t fair she can’t say goodbye to Joffrey, Cersei pretends to be that sympathetic mother figure that really understands her. How hard would it be then to pump Sansa for information? Like “Oh my sweet little dove. I know how much you love my son. Don’t worry. I’ll help you straighten this out. You said your father wants to send you away? How? When? What’s the name of that ship again?”  

And that line from Cersei’s POV is horseshit. Cersei is a liar and regularly lies in her POV to absolve herself of responsibility and force the blame entirely on others. In this case, Cersei is acting like she didn’t totally manipulate a trusting child to betray her.  We also know this is a lie because Ned was the one that told her himself of his plans to reveal the invest and remove her as queen. Sansa had nothing to do with that. All Sansa did was give Cersei information that allowed Cersei the opportunity to take her hostage before the girls could leave by ship. Cersei’s plans against Ned were already well underway. Sansa never came to her with the intent of knowingly betraying anyone, but she did have selfish reasons for going to the queen to complain in the first place. GRRM said himself that Sansa wasn’t to blame for Ned’s capture or death, but she did play a role in the events that transpired. That’s fair. All that makes her is a kid who made a not entirely innocent mistake, but a mistake nonetheless, which she immediately learned from. Does she trust Cersei or Joffrey again? Hell no.  

Relax, anon. It’s fine for her to not be nice all the time. It’s fine for her to have some realistic, garden variety flaws. It’s one of the most universal human mistakes to fall too hard and fast for the wrong person, act the fool over them despite all the red flags, only to realize you only saw what you wanted to see in them. And Sansa learned this lesson at eleven when some adults haven’t learned it at all. Relax. She’s a great, well-written, relatable character who has overcome most of these issues successfully.  

[maybe-theres-hope]

Tarlos Period Drama AU

So @howtosingit received an ask about a Tarlos Bridgerton AU, and to be honest I’ve just binged the whole thing so I commented on that post saying I’d attempt it. 

But here’s the thing. I couldn’t make it work with Regency Era. I just...couldn’t. So I have placed them in The Gilded Age in America. If you’re familiar with it, I want you to know that I’m not going to include any ridiculous corruption or monopolies that really...defined the era. Moreso I’m putting them in a time where I think the clothes are pretty, and the aesthetic fits my needs. Everything in this will be very fun and mostly lighthearted with only the perfect amount of angst to satisfy period drama tropes. It will be at times inaccurate, and other times shamelessly self indulgent. Tropes galore.

I also said I would attempt a one-shot but....yeah. This will be...rather long. LOL can’t stop won’t stop. 

Under the cut is the opening scene, to give you a feel (not my first attempt at writing in this style, but the first in a LONG while.) I will post link to AO3 when I begin publishing. PLEASE let me know if you are looking forward to it, as it will greatly motivate me!

1885. TK is son of Owen Strand, of Strand Intercontinental Railroad Company. They have traveled to the southern US to cut deals with landowners there to build a lucrative rail line through central Texas. TK is 26, and his father thinks he’s getting rather old to be unmarried. He has warned TK that if he does not find a husband by the end of the year, he will arrange a marriage, as Owen cannot by law bequeath his fortune upon his death unless his son is married. TK is not...vibing with having to hurry his decision to wed. Truly at his heart, he is a romantic and wishes to marry for love. It’s just that love has been hard to come by with the flighty boys of his set back home in New York. He’s not holding out hope for any prospects in whatever back country they’re traveling to either.

“Ms. Mercer’s proposal looks promising,” Owen says, mostly to himself but loud enough to include TK in the conversation, should he wish to participate. “And Mr. and Mr. Felton-Lowman have quite a sprawl, though it does look to contain more elevation than I was hoping. I thought all of Texas was supposed to be flat?” Owen muses as he tosses the papers back onto his makeshift desk.

TK is only half listening, choosing instead to stare morosely out the window at the passing countryside of the American South, eyes at intervals tracking livestock in the fields and lingering drips from this morning’s light storm rolling down the glass window of the lavish Pullman they’ve commandeered as their vessel for this journey. His father, bless his soul, had tried to get TK to care more about the business as of late, and truth be told, TK was very interested in the workings of his father’s company and he did take great pride in being able to inherit it someday and make his father proud. It was just that recently, he’d had his heart thoroughly crushed by an absolute rake of a man and he’d rather wallow in self pity than think about geological surveys and boundaries for livestock movements.

TK heard his father sigh, a sure sign that a lecture was coming soon. TK took a breath and held it.

“I wish you’d forget about that awful boy, Tyler. You wouldn’t have wanted a life with him anyway. His family was barely polite at best, and scandalous at their worst. Honestly, you got out on the good side of things.” TK wanted to say that he didn’t care about things like status and scandal, he cared about love and commitment.

Turns out all Alexander had been able to commit to was his harem of stable boys and footmen that TK had known nothing about until it was too late.

TK blew out his breath. He knew his father meant well. Owen Strand was not overbearing as some other fathers were, especially with an only child upon whom everything rested. He wished his son to be happy and settled, is all. TK knew this, and still he couldn’t help his sullen reply.

“Yes, father, I shall just forget. Forget every sweet nothing and every second and third dance. Forget every promise and every earnest declaration. Forget that it was all a lie. Yes, my mind shall be rid of Alexander’s presence by sundown. Then we shall celebrate. How simple.” He knew he was being unreasonable, but he wanted to be angry for a while. He’d only found Alexander with Mrs. Howell’s second footman three days earlier. It still stung.

As the train rattled on, closer to a place that TK was of a mind to understand was so far from proper civilization as to be considered exotic, he felt his father’s disappointment cling to him. That hurt worse than what he’d seen Alexander and the footman doing--which was something for which he was sure a name had not been invented yet.

“I’m sorry, father. It’s just that you’ve set this deadline for me with no explanation as to why, and I don’t want to let you down but I’m afraid I’ll never find the right man for me. I had thought it would be Mr. Thompson, but I was mistaken. Sorely mistaken.”

At this, TK looked up to catch his father’s soft look of commiseration. “I know you’re feeling overwhelmed, but you are getting on in age. Most boys are married off by three and twenty, and you’ve gone nearly four years past that. I’m not going to be around forever, you know. You need to secure a match that makes you happy, but you’ll need to do it sooner rather than later.”

“Why, father? Why must I rush such a momentous decision? You are in perfect health! I have another five or ten at least!” At this, he caught a very minute shift in his father’s countenance, something like pain, but it was gone in an instant. His father was the most stoic man TK had ever had occasion to meet; if he was in pain at all, no one would ever know. It must have been a trick of the flickering pre-dusk light coming through the windows of the train car. Owen took on a playful tone.

“Five or ten? What respectable young lad would want to marry a man of thirty-five? You’d practically be spinster by then,” he joked fondly.

“You’re a good deal past thirty-five and I’ve still seen twenty year old Miss Brinkman making eyes at you across the dancefloor of an evening. If I’ve inherited your genes I’ve nothing to fear,” TK shot back with a barely there smirk.

“Thank heaven for us all, but you’ve got your mother’s beauty. I couldn’t have asked for better,” Owen said quietly. TK’s mother had been gone these past ten years. A bout with pneumonia that the doctors could not cure had taken her from them. “But you do have my charm, I’ll allow you that. You should put it to use down south. Perhaps a cattle baron might catch your eye?”

“Oh by God, no. I couldn’t imagine whiling away my days on a smelly farm trying to read reports by moonlight and taking my sullen and fatigued husband to bed only for him to fall asleep minutes after his head hits the pillow. No romance in hard labor, that’s for sure.” TK shuddered a bit to think of life on an actual farm, constantly smelling of hay and manure like some streetsweeper back in Manhattan.

“I do believe successful cattle barons can afford more than a few tawdry tallows, Tyler,” Owen quipped with a smirk before turning his attention back to the maps and surveys scattered in front of him. The conversation that, just moments ago, had been fraught with uncertainty and earnestness seemed to flutter into the wind. TK and his father were like that most times: they’d lay things out on the table between them, and if it clearly couldn’t be resolved in a single good-natured quarrel, they both gave themselves time to regroup to resume the discussion at a later date.

For this particular subject, TK was coming to think of that ‘later date’ as a cuff slowly tightening around his wrist, the chain binding him to his destiny getting shorter and shorter.

He looked down at his hands, privileged hands that hadn’t had to do much manual labor in his life, save for the few times his father took him to the yards to show him how things were run. Owen, on the other hand, was an entirely self-made man, who saved and invested his earnings working for Vanderbilt and made enough to purchase his first railcar at just twenty. He contracted it with the Erie and charged passengers thirty-five cents for passage between New York and Boston. From there it only grew, to what was now a very respectable business, looking to lay lines of their own. Perhaps not the largest--that was still Vanderbilt’s claim--but certainly a player on the board.

And it would all be TK’s if he could just hurry up and fall in love already.

[folkloreguk]

Strip Uno (optional bias smut)

A/N: It’s been 84 years since I last posted...thank you to the sweet messages I’ve been getting, you guys motivate me so much! I hope you like this one! (fyi: It’s another friends to lovers scenario, idk why I keep writing those lol)

Pairing: reader x optional bias (male)

“I'd appreciate if the house was still standing when we get back home, okay honey?” your mom said, closing the car trunk.

“Mom! H/N's coming over and we're gonna watch some movies or whatever we feel like, no big deal,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I'm not nine years old, I can take care of myself.”

“I know that,” your mom said with a smile, getting into the seat next to your dad. “Have fun, I love you.”

“Love you too,” you replied. She shut the door and they drove off. The second they had left the driveway, you fished for your phone in your pocket. Eagerly, you texted your best friend.

Come over later

My parents aren't home

we can build a blanket fort

or mess up the kitchen

Make pancakes??

 As always, it only took him a few minutes to reply.

 first of all I'm never cooking pancakes with you again

I'll be over in a bit

You grinned at his message, getting excited. Even though you saw him almost every single day, there was no better feeling than knowing you were going to have so much fun with him. Like you always did. And since you both became grown ups, you had started to notice your slight attraction towards him. It wasn't like you were in love with him. (That's what you told yourself, at least.) It was just that every time you two spent time together, you noticed it more and more. It was mostly harmless flirting, but it was most certainly mutual. Which only kept you from holding back even more.

Half an hour later, your doorbell rang.

“Did you shrink overnight or did your sweater grow?” was the first thing he said after spotting you in the door frame. He was grinning cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“It's called oversized and I bought it that way on purpose,” you explained. “I swear to god, you're so uncultured.”

He simply chuckled at your comment and started going off about some school project he was supposed to do. Apparently hanging out with you was more important to him. For a change, you headed into your living room instead of your room.

You had to admit, perhaps you had checked him out as he was walking in front of you. His hair was done nicely, but he was in a comfortable hoodie and his black sweatpants hung on his hips lowly. After he had approached the armrest of the sofa, he flung himself across it, landing in the soft pillows and giving you a playful glare.

“So blanket forts,” he began, “I've been told I'm great at building those.”

“Oh yeah? By whom exactly?” you asked, falling onto the sofa from the opposite side, so your head was next to his, but your legs pointed in different directions.

“My many ladies,” he claimed. You snorted at him.

“You mean your plushies that still sit on your bed?”

“Hey! Too far! You still have plushies too!” he instantly fought back.

“Okay, fair enough, I'm just kidding,” you laughed. “Let's do it then. Show off your skills to me.”

“First, we need every blanket we can get,” he ordered right away. When you looked at him, he was already up, collecting the pillows and blankets in your living room.

The next fifteen minutes you spent looking through drawers. You were surprised at just how many blankets you managed to gather.

“Are you finding any?” he shouted from the living room downstairs. Too busy to reply, you tried hard not to trip down the stairs.

“Does this seem like enough to you?” you questioned. In your arms you were balancing not only around six massive blankets, but also a game of UNO that you had randomly found. You realized you hadn't played it in way too long, and therefore taken it with you.

“Perfect,” he agreed, laughing at your clumsy walk.

Meanwhile, H/N had carried chairs and pillows and even your clothes airer into the room. He had already begun with the positioning, creating a loose concept of where the fort would soon be. When you dropped the blankets and the game, his expression changed.

“Full offence, but playing uno with two people sucks,” he stated. In response you gave him a look of disagreement. Then you decided you would have to convince him later. For now, there was another objective.

As you started the building, you realized a few things.

1. It is seemingly easier to build a stable fort as a grown up person

2. It is more difficult to build a big enough fort for two grown up people

3. It is just as much fun as it used to be

Twenty minutes, lots of laughter and even more concentration later, you were standing in what had to be the most extravagant blanket fort you had ever laid eyes on.

“This, if I may say so myself, is iconic,” he said, putting his arm around your shoulder like you had just completed building your own mansion. You could only agree.

Next, you spent around ten minutes trying to persuade him into a game of UNO. But to no success. Eventually, you ended up next to him in the fort. A bowl of popcorn sat in your lap and your favourite film was playing. To be fair, it had only come to this because he told you he would think about playing with you if you watched a movie first. And when he requested your favourite, you said yes without thinking.

“Stop crying, nothing bad is happening,” he laughed at you. A popcorn landed on you as he threw it. You picked it up and ate it, giving him a glare.

“I can't help it, this is the best scene,” you admitted through teary eyes. Right away, another popcorn flew your way. You were terribly tempted to get him back. For the sake of your fluffy carpet you changed your mind.

“That's so cute,” he said, staring at you while you were completely immersed in the scene. Still you caught yourself wanting to give him a smile, maybe say something flirty back. Instead, you grinned a little, but kept your eyes on the screen of your laptop.

After the movie was over, you brought the bowl and the laptop outside of the tent. Of course you returned with the UNO. It had gotten later at night, but you were determined as ever. Plus, it was Saturday. He was probably going to stay overnight anyway. Or at least that's what happened 9 out of 10 weekends.

“It's still a no from me,” he said the second you put down the game in front of him.

“Please!” you begged. “I haven't done this in so long, I wanna play it so bad!”

He sighed from where he was lying on the ground. One of his hands was supporting his head while the other was reaching for the box of the game. He was smiling brazenly now, and you wondered what was going through his mind.

“Okay, I'll play with you,” he said. You clapped in excitement, but he raised one finger. “If…we put a little twist to it.”

“Fine! What is it?” you asked, wanting to start playing as quickly as possible. He gave you another cheeky look, and you were slightly worried.

“We'll play strip uno,” he said. Like it was the most normal request in the world.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you replied, confused but not as surprised as you thought you would be.

“You know, like strip poker. We'll play and the loser takes off one article of clothing until-” he began.

“I know how strip poker works!” you interrupted him.

“Great? Why did you ask then?” he replied, fake innocence on his face. You let out air through your nose and shook your head. Your mind was spinning. Flirting between you two was one thing, this was a whole other. Then you thought. You wanted to play this game. Now. And you thought of all the times he had seen you in a bathing suit. This wasn’t so different, was it?

“On one condition,” you said.

“You're proposing a condition on my condition?” he asked jokingly.

“We'll stop at the underwear,” you told him.

“We'll see,” he replied, completely calm. Again, you shook your head. But his answer was good enough for you. You knew he was just fooling with you now.

So it be. As you played the first round, your heart was beating way too fast for you liking. He's just your best friend, dammit, calm down, you told yourself. It didn't work for a second.

On his part, he suddenly acted as if UNO had always been his favourite game. Even though he was the first one to lose.

“Next round!” he exclaimed, throwing his socks away. At some point his enthusiasm caught you and you had to admit, you were less nervous and felt like this was more fun with every card you laid down. And so it went, round after round.

You lost and took off your socks. He lost and took off his hoodie, under which he was wearing another shirt. You lost, and took off your pants. He lost and took off his pants. At least you were even for now.

“Final round!” you said. He was wearing his shirt and you had your sweater, that covered your bra underneath. This round was worse than the previous ones. You could feel a kind of tension in the air, there was less joking around and more stares into each others eyes. You weren't sure what was going to happen after the game was over, but you had a few ideas.

Maybe it was the idea of him possibly losing, but you suddenly used every spark of imagination on what his bare skin would look like. What it would feel like under your fingertips. No matter what would happen after the game, this thought would haunt you until you had found out what it would be like to touch him.

He only had three cards left, while you had six. But frankly, you didn't really care for winning any more. Not when he was there, right in front of you. So damn handsome and charming. When had you begun feeling this way towards him?

You barely noticed as he put down his last card.

“uno uno!” he cheered, giving you a daring look. You wanted nothing more than to simply bend over and kiss him. Instead, you did as the rules said and took off your sweater. The way he looked at you only made it worse. How he licked over his lip just for a moment and how his eyes travelled down your body just shortly, before locking them with your gaze.

“Again,” he commanded.

“It's over, my clothes are gone, I'm not taking off any more,” you reminded him of your rule.

“Come on! Let’s just play another round,” he insisted. You were sitting close to him, but not close enough to feel his body heat. When you looked at him you noticed his eyes on your lips. Then you realized he was still waiting for an answer.

“Whatever, let’s play again then. But I’m keeping my word. No more clothes are coming off,” you gave in, just because you had no idea what to do otherwise. You didn’t want to get away from him now, and what else could you have requested that would have involved being half-naked right next to him?

The last round you played in complete silence. It didn’t feel silent in your head though. Every smile he gave you, made you feel dizzy, like you were drunk. You kept catching him as he stared at you, waiting for you to put down a card. And for the record, you were in the process of losing and he knew.

Then he put his last card onto the pile.

“Uno uno! I won again!” he triumphed. You grinned at his excitement and opened your mouth to ask what to do next. But you noticed his gaze on you, like he was waiting for his order at McDonald’s. It was ridiculous, this boy never gave up. For a few seconds you returned his look. Then you decided to just chance it, and speak.

“What?” you finally asked. “If you want my bra off so bad, you’re gonna have to do it yourself, because I won’t.”

Just for a moment, he was taken aback. Slight confusion and reluctance played on his face. But you gave him a look that said more than a thousand words could have, and suddenly he bent forward and was kissing you.

It wasn’t a romantic, sweet kiss. It was hungry, like you had just found an oasis in a desert after a week of searching. It was like fire when his tongue touched yours for the first time. Your heart was drumming against your ribcage with so much eagerness, you thought it might break it.

At the same time his hands had moved to the back of your bra, fidgeting around for a while until it opened. Without really thinking, you pushed the cards aside and moved over to straddle his waist. His lips moved messily against yours while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t help but moan softly when his hands made contact with your boobs, his thumb circling around your nipples ever so slowly.

You felt like it was only fair to finally get rid of his shirt too, but when you reached for it, his hand closed around your wrist.

“I didn’t lose, remember?” he asked, clearly joking. He earned a playful hit for that comment. Then he swiftly pulled the fabric over his head. You barely had time to stare at how hot he looked before he kissed you again.

A strained sound left his throat when you ground your hips into his. It kind of sounded like he had just lost to you at Mario Kart (which he often did), just as little higher pitched. It might have been a weird comparison, but after all, he was your best childhood friend.

When you did it again, he moaned even louder, let his head hang back and closed his eyes tightly. Almost like he was trying to control himself, but seemed to be failing.

You took it as a perfect chance to bend forward and kiss his exposed neck. His skin under your lips felt just as you had imagined. Soft and smooth, letting your mouth follow every curve. At the same time you never stopped rolling your hips against his. Now that both of you were left in your underpants, the lack of clothing only turned you on even more.

As your crotch pressed against his already hard bulge, it made something twist the pit of your stomach. Something eager and impatient. Your breaths mixed up as you went from kissing to catching air. All those years of being friends you had never looked this closely into his eyes. They sparkled, even in the dim lighting inside the blanket fort.

“Have you ever thought about doing this before?” you suddenly asked. You didn’t know what had driven you, but you needed to know.

“Having sex?” he asked, followed by a restless sigh of when your hips moved against his.

“Having sex with me,” you said. “Be honest.”

“You want me to be honest?” he asked. He was quiet for a few times, his breathing just as uneven as yours. “I've lost count of how many times I've pictured this.”

Not sure what to say, you leaned forward and kissed him again. You shivered beneath his touch, when his hands wandered down your chest and to your waist, drawing small circles. His hold matched your movement when you rolled your hips over his. They followed the curve of your hips and to the small of your back.

Only when they softly touched the inside of your thighs, you realized you were holding your breath. A tense sigh left your lips when his hand slipped past your pants and between your folds. In no time he was curling his fingers against your sweet spot, seeing how you reacted to his touch. You said his name in a weak tone, your eyelids fluttering in pleasure.

“I like when you say my name like that” he stated, grinning cockily but his eyes looked as if he was in pure awe.

“Right...there,” you whimpered. He fastened his pace, rubbing small circles against your clit until you barely managed to keep your eyes open.

“I can’t wait any longer,” you spoke, softly tugging on the waistband of his boxers to let him know what you were referring to.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Never been more sure,” you replied, and whimpered right after, when he detached his hand from your aching center.

For a moment you sat next to him, so you could both shed off your underwear. When his eyes locked with yours, almost like he was luring you in, you climbed back into his lap.

Another time you gave him a questioning look, and he gave you a small nod. He hissed when you touched his member, pumping him a few times before aligning the tip with your entrance.

You both cursed in unison as you sank down on him, and just for a second you couldn’t help but laugh at each other. There was a moment when he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, and you almost failed to believe what was going on.

Then you slowly started to move, and you stopped thinking completely. He began rubbing your clit again, this time messier but it felt even better now. Somehow he seemed to know just how to touch you, even after this short amount of time.  

Meaningless words and moans filled the air beneath the blankets. He had his eyes shut for a few seconds, and you examined his face as it twisted in pleasure and his mouth hung open just a little. His hair was disheveled now, and a small hickey adorned his neck. You blushed at the thought of someone other than you might seeing it.

You could tell he was getting closer, and so were you. Seeing as you both had been so worked up, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

“You feel so good,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He only groaned in response, and you buried your head where his shoulder met his neck. Your breath fanned against his skin as you closed your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers on your clit and of him inside of you.

“I’m so close,” you spoke against his neck. “H/N, oh my god.”

“Me too,” he spoke. His voice was husky and the fingers of his hand was buried in your skin, pushing you against him and making you move faster. Just a few more seconds of his moans, and his fingers working their magic on you, and you saw stars in front of your eyelids.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra as you came. Your hand closed around his wrist, too sensitive to take any more. You forced yourself to keep moving steadily, wanting to see him reach his high too.

It didn’t take long. For a while his jaw clenched and he breathed quickly through his nose, then his lips parted and his fingers dug into your sides as his orgasm washed over him. Slowly you rolled your hips another few times before you halted completely and climbed off him.

For a couple seconds you blankly stared at each other. Then he started smiling like an idiot and fell backwards into the pillows, his arms flopping to his sides lifelessly. You thought of the only rational thing to do, and lay down with him, supporting yourself on your arm and facing him. The way his chest moved slowly as he breathed made you feel peaceful.

“Are we still just friends after this?” he suddenly asked. You thought for a while.

“I think we haven’t been just friends for a long time now,” you admitted. He chuckled in agreement.

“Good, because I want us to be more” he said. A warm happiness spread in your chest at his smile.

“I need to tell you something,” he suddenly said in a different tone. You were awaiting something sentimental, but surely not what he said next.

“The last time we played and you lost,” he started, “I didn’t say uno when I had only one card left. You wouldn’t have lost if you had noticed.”

The way he grinned at you made you want to slap and kiss him at the same time. But you only gave him a playfully warning glare.

“I’m hungry,” he said, quickly changing the topic before you could complain. “You wanna order pizza?”

[mjolfarr]

ONE SHOT

TITLE: A SLAVE TO YOUR KING

original inbox request- Hi I was wondering if you could write something where Loki is king and Reader is given to him as a gift from a rival kingdom as a peace offering. As like a bed slave or something, I would love to see some Loki Dom and reader sub kinky stuff because I noticed you haven't written any kinky scenes yet. Maybe a bj lol that leads to other stuff. Also, I hope you don't mind I inboxed it instead of commented i wanted to stay anonymous.

Warning: This chapter will contain sexual scenes and situations if you are uncomfortable reading things like that please skip this chapter- Eira

---Loki's Pov---

It has been three months since I was crowned king of Asgard and other kingdoms were already begging for my mercy. Most people think I am quite hasty in my decisions regardless of how much I think before I act. This is why I have messengers coming with gifts daily begging me not to start a war with them and instead be allies. It was a stupid notion that I would ever jump straight into a war only after three months as sitting king but the gifts were pleasant so I did not bother to correct anyone. Perhaps I should have and I wouldn't be sitting in front of four girls dressed skimpily in chains kneeling before me. "This, your highness are four of the most lovely women our kingdom has to offer. The king would be honored if you choose one to be your bed slave." The advisor said in a proud voice, now I knew that most kingdoms were far is the past compared to Asgard but this was remarkable. Bed slaves have not been used for decades by kings and I honestly wouldn't know how my people would react. I would have to choose because if I didn't that would be grounds for war, something I couldn't afford. "Shall I examine them?" I told rather than asked he bowed backing away from the girls allowing me to get up close and personal. The first one was a red-head which wasn't a turn-off but I disliked how significantly shorter she was than me. I shouldn't matter since I had no intention of laying a hand on any of them but I did want to choose one I liked. "What is your name?" I demanded, looking at her stubby legs, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Ugh, nothing was more unattractive to me then not having your own identity so I walked over to the second girl. She was around my height with long brown hair and elven ears to match; I've heard they're quite flexible so I was intrigued. "What is your name," I asked fully prepared to choose her no matter the answer, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Her voice had to be the most shrill thing I've ever heard in my life, that was a for sure no. The third one's face had an attitude on it which caused me to walk straight past her without stopping. Now the last one she was just so interesting, her (h/c) reached around (h/l) on her body. Unlike the rest of the girls, she had a realistic body type that I wouldn't mind grasping. The messenger read my mind, "You can touch them if you wish your highness." A wicked opportunity I couldn't pass up it would be the only time I enjoyed her body so I might as well toy with it a bit. I grabbed her hips pulling them towards me sharply causing her to stand, she didn't dare protest but it did come as a surprise. I let my hands dance up and grip her breasts and tugged her back against my chest roughly. The sheer white dress she was wearing didn't put much distance between me and her flesh so I used it to my advantage. I teased her nipples rolling them in my fingers slowly kneading them until I heard her breathing quicken. It didn't take much to excite her but I enjoyed playing with her, I let go of her and stepped around for her to face me once again. Instead of looking at me directly like the other girls she had her head down and cheeks flushed. "What is your name?" I questioned, she didn't look up but she did speak, "(Name) master." the other girls gasped at her answer and she raised her face in shock of what came out of her mouth. "My apologies your highness she is new in our program and isn't quite bright." The messenger walked with heated footsteps but I waved him away and reached out to touch her face. She flinched away as though she thought I was going to hit her so when I stroked her cheek everyone was surprised. "I desire this one, (name) is it?" she leaned into my touch and bowed her head to me, "Yes, master." she spoke only to me, "Take her to my chambers I have other duties to attend to at the moment," I told to the servants that her standing on hand and watched them loop around her arms walking her out of the room. The other girls' chains rattled just as much as (name)'s had when they were told to stand and were walked out of the room. I would much rather tend to (name) but the royals of the court she came from where excepting me to entertain them and talk treaties for the rest of the morning. This couldn't be over any faster.

----Your Pov----

His room was really big it shouldn't be a surprise because he's a king but this had to be the biggest room you had ever seen. You wished the servants had released you from the chains connected to your ankles, wrists, and neck. They made it so hard to turn your head or walk at all but either way you waddled up to the big window near his bed. Asgard was so beautiful, you would probably only see what you could from his bedroom widow but you wouldn't take it for granted. He was just as intimidating as everyone told you and the other three girls, he was so tall and his green eyes were hard to read. You wondered why he chose you over the other more attractive options; no one guessed he would have. The only reason you were even here was because the girl who actually got chosen lost her virginity to a stable boy and you were the only one on hand. With a limited amount of submissive training and lessons you were already messing up telling him your real name was a rookie mistake. You felt tired after the long carriage ride of your teachers drilling you all in preparation of meeting the king. You hadn't eaten or slept in days so his grand bed was looking so nice and comfortable. Luckily you knew better than to do that you were not supposed to touch anything unless told to. You compromised and took at pillow off the bed and a throw blanket from a chair to make a spot on the floor to sleep. If you were going to be punished for anything it would be for using his pillows to sleep something you could live with.

----Loki's Pov----

That took much longer than I had anticipated it was at least 12:00 at night and I only just got away from the ongoing banquet I threw in their honor. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, once I reached my room  satisfaction crept over me I finally got to be alone. The room was strictly lit by moonlight and a silhouette was lying on the floor, Fuck I forgot about the girl. The further I went into the room the better I could see her figure lying there. She was sleeping in an uncomfortable position because it appeared no one released her from her bonds, "Is everyone useless?" I muttered under my breath storming around looking for a key, I dug through my drawers loudly and I heard stirring behind me. "Master?" Her voice was still laced with sleep which made it all the more sensual and appealing. I spotted a little pink box with a bow that had a key on top of it, "Hold on," I replied walking over so I could unlock her. She was sitting up with her wrists out for me, "How long have you been asleep?" I asked shedding her of all the shackles and tossing them across the room, "Has someone fed you?" she shook her head and rubbed her neck. "No master," there was that low and sexy voice again I had originally promised myself I would refrain from touching her but it proved to be harder than expected. "Are you hungry," I spoke pulling her up to stand, "No master." Something inside me twitched if she used that voice one more time this would be a very different night indeed. "You're a virgin aren't you," she nodded feebly and a small smile to match. "Sit on the bed," I demanded pushing her towards it she looked scared but complied with my order. "I have rules that you will always follow do you understand?" she nodded again not speaking which was probably for the best, "In private you will always call my master no exception, while in public you may call me whatever you desire except my first name. You will sleep in my bed every night and that's me being generous, you will not talk back to me ever or you will be punished. You will have your own wardrobe of anything you wish but any outfit that is short, sheer, thin and leaves room for imagination will only be worn in front of me. My pleasure always comes before yours, you will swallow what I give you and be a good girl, if you follow these rules you will never want for anything and get plenty of rewards." She was looking at me intently soaking in all of my words, "Now I will call you pet or (name) when I choose to." She tilted her head thought, "thank you for your kindness." I sighed running a hand through my black hair I didn't know where I was going with this but I knew where I wanted it to. "Are you fearful of me?" She hadn't met my gaze yet and it was getting quite annoying, "yes master," I swallowed hard, "look at me when I'm speaking to you." she raised her head and looked at me directly that I could manage but when she bit her lower lip absentmindedly it pushed me too far. Lust and desire overwhelmed my senses a needed her now, "I had originally promised myself I would not lay a finger on you and treat you as a guest instead of a bed servant. It is clear to me now that isn't going possible since you're quite tempting. Now be my good girl and get on your knees pet." She didn't protest my order and did as she was told promptly, "I assume you've been taught but I shall let you learn firsthand."

---Your Pov---

As soon as your knees hit the ground he had moved and sat on the bed removing his pants completely. He took a fist full of your hair and dragged you closer to him, "Like I said you will swallow and what I give you if you dare spit it out there will be consequences." His eyes were dark and lust filled the tight grip he had on your hair sprung tears from the corner of your eyes. "Yes master," you choked out and he released you all at once offering you his mostly erect member. You didn't want to do this it made you feel more disgusted at yourself than anything, you didn't have choice he owned you this was the first night to a long life. You sucked in a deep breath and took the large length in your mouth wrapping your hand around it trying your best to stroke it. "Too slow," he hissed gripping the back of your head again and forcing it down on his length. You gagged feeling it at the back of your throat it was hard to breathe but he didn't allow you to raise your head. He groaned and thrusted into your mouth without letting go of you, you pulled away quickly coughing and panting to catch your breath. He grabbed the hair on the top of your head even tighter than before making you wince at the shooting pain. "Don't you ever pull away unless I tell you to or you won't live to regret it?" The tone of his voice was frightful you didn't dare protest, "Now go back to work," He grunted letting you take control instead of gagging you. You went as fast as you could trying  and your best to please him, you still were having trouble breathing but you didn't dare stop now. He seemed to be enjoying what you were doing because he kept groaning and encouraging you with soft hair caresses rather than yanks. The longer you did this the better you felt, you were getting making your movements smoother and faster you could feel him nearing his end. He stood pushing your head deeper and giving more affirming groans of pleasure. "Eyes up here, now" he demanded you to watch him; you brought your face up and saw his pleased expression that motivated you to keep going. He started to moan in a low tone dipping his head forward, you felt him twitch in your mouth and hold you more closely. His warm seed darted into your mouth until there was no more to give you, it was absolutely disgusting and you didn't want it in your mouth but you had to swallow it. You forced it down and gagged once it was all gone, your stomach turned but at least it was over. He looked impressed while you wiped the corner of your mouth, "you are a good girl aren't you?" He spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "As I promised I will give you a nice reward for your good behavior." He gestured for you to bend over his lap and you obeyed standing up slowly but he wasn't having that so he tugged you onto him. You felt his hand creeping near your nether regions, "Oh look at this pet, and you're far more excited than you let on." It was true but it only made you more embarrassed, you had never volunteered for this job yet here you were. He started nudging a finger at your entrance coaxing quiet moans from your lips, you used your hands to cover your mouth but he used his hand and pulled them behind your back. "Tell me how badly you need it," you squirmed underneath him trying your best to stay calm and collected. He took another finger and prodded more but not enough to give you the pleasure you wanted. "You will answer me pet," he smirked pressing his fingers deeper inside of you. It wasn't that you didn't want to answer him but you couldn't form any words all that came out were squeaks. A hard slap came on your backside, the mixture of pleasure and pain proved too much to hold in. You finally found your voice and started moaning aloud giving him the confirmation he wanted to hear. "How badly do you want me?" he made you quiver with a cocky tone of voice, there was no point lying about it or denying how aroused you were. "I need you really badly, please," he chuckled at your desperation and curled his fingers in you. "Really, that bad hm?" you tried bucking your hips against his hand but he wasn't allowing you to, "Yes, please I need it." You begged, he retracted his hand completely and lifted you up placing you on the bed bent over. You knew exactly what he was going to do and you wanted it, it made you sound like a freak but you really wanted it. You felt the pressure of his member aligned to your entrance he didn't give you once second to brace for what was coming before the thrust inside of you. It hurt way more than you had expected it to, you screamed out in pain but he didn't stop of slow down. He took one hand and held your hip while the other covered your mouth to silence you and your shouts. He did slow his pace but it didn't feel any worse or any better until about five minutes in where everything turned into sheer enjoyment. he started a steady pounding pace that made you grab the sheets out of frustration you couldn't get a better grip on him. It was almost  like he felt the same so He turned you abruptly making your face in his eye line and yet that still wasn't enough. He lifted you up not to exit you but to slam your back against a wall; you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck so he didn't have to stabilize you. He then proceeded to bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood and licked over it demanding his tongue entrance into your mouth. You retaliated by tangling your fingers In his black hair and opening slightly for him to gain access. Your tongues engaged in a needy desperate fight for dominance but it was harder to focus when you kept moaning against his mouth. He broke the kiss and pinned your wrists over your head and using his other hand to guide your hips once more driving you insane... you needed more of him. A wave of tingles ripped over your body letting you tighten around him, "Say my name," he said through gritted teeth. You didn't know if he meant what he told you to call him or his first name, your brain was going numb so you said the only word that passed through your lips. "Loki," you groaned arching your back off of the wall and shaking from your orgasm. Loki followed in pursuit pressing his forehead against yours while he became undone inside of you releasing your wrists and focusing on holding you while you took him in. Once it was all said and done with you both were breathing jaggedly, "You broke a rule," he whispered into your ear that shot fear down your spine. Was he going to hit you or something worse? It had to be about the name you called him.You opened your mouth to say sorry but he cut you off, "My pleasure always comes before yours but since you pleased me so well pet I shall let you get away with it. He let go of you and you slid down the wall on shaky legs and a stinging tingling coming from between your legs. Even though you slept for hours that whole thing exhausted you immensely, He still towered over you menacingly as always. You doubted you would ever not fear him but you did like him, He kissed your temple and chuckled, " you're exciting pet I chose well, now come I require rest as do you."

-FIN

[hamliet]

taking in count that mucchan is among the qs and the people that kaneki abandonned the one (and maybe the only) who actually harbors resentful feeling towards him i guess that it makes sense that now that everyone is putting/repressing their feelings for his sake he is not there, im kind of glad for that bc maybe that means that he is about to break his illusion about "haise sasaki" i cannot express how much i llok forward to that

I agree. If Mutsuki and Aura were there they would not be cooperating with this. I can imagine Aura being like BUT AUNT KIYOKO’S LEGSSSSSS and then everyone being like SHUT UUUUUUP.

On second thought, I want to see this scene so I wish they were there lol.But yeah. The three most obvious characters who are missing from our happy alliance are Takizawa, Mutsuki, and Aura. Aura is a latch-on to Mucchan so I’m not going to talk about him, but the reasons Taki and Mutsuki are missing are exactly as you say. I don’t know that the CCG would be willing to work with Takizawa. Considering Touka’s willing to work with Juuzou probably, but I also don’t know that Takizawa would be able to stomach Amon’s speech here without being like “you ran Amon. Like. You ran.” And Mutsuki also would probably challenge the “everything’s fine” attitude. So they aren’t even mentioned, because they would challenge the alliance and will probably come into play to help everyone consider what they really believe.I think Urie might harbor resentment towards Kaneki too. At least, he did. He did recently grow to take personal responsibility (yay Urie) so my hope is that at the very least he might be able to encourage Mutsuki to take personal responsibility while also reassuring him that he isn’t alone (pretty likely imo when they meet again, which is likely to be soon) and also Kaneki too. Once Mucchan is, you know, more stable, I would hope he and Urie would be able to hold Kaneki accountable, and influence others to as well. After they save Kaneki, of course.

[tellywoodtrash]

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pfffft malhotra house ki security. kabhi apne ghar ka bhi dekh le. pata nahi kis kamre ke kya freezer mein kaun mil jaaye. 🙄🙄🙄

wifey maaaaad. wifey SO MAD. 🙈🙈🙈

shivaay is the polar opposite of ross geller. 😌😌😌 (“WE WERE ON A BREAK, BUT I HAVEN’T KISSED ANY OTHER NECKS; COZ I’M A LOYAL HO WHO LOVES YOU”) 

OH DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. SHIVAAY ADMITTING FARAQ WITH PUPPY EYES. 😧😧😧

dhatt teriiiiii, ruined it. changed it to IMAGE ko faraq padta hai. stupid boy and his ego. 😣😣😣

lmao anika is going all asad ahmed khan “woh bechaari nahi hai!” 😂😂😂

shivaay is such an idiot. how can someone this naive and unable to read people be the “businessman of the year”?? 😒😒😒

hey.... bechaare ppl take selfies too, anika! what is this anti-selfie attitude you have? 😕😕😕

okaaaaaay? weird scene with the stopping and the phone falling? 😕😕😕

aye girl, use your anika fanclub fauj to catch nagini. 😌😌😌

that’s a very large and inconvenient to carry around picture, gauri. 😐😐😐

aw, gauri, no leaaaaaaave. 😭😭😭

but my brain says good. leave with dignity. make him chase you and get you back. 😚😚😚

... um question that just suddenly occurred to me: how come gauri is selectively allergic to paint ka smell? as an artist, om’s room must smell quite strongly of paint all the time? she was perfectly ok with sleeping here for months. sudddddenly she’s cheenk-ing up a storm? 🤔🤔🤔

snort, omki just raided shivaay ka mobile dispensary for antihistamines. 😆😆😆

ok, overly dramaticcccccc reaction to photo falling. 🙄🙄🙄

um gauri, tumhari hi haath lag kar gira tha. us par kyun bhadak rahi ho? 😶😶😶

like, i get her andar ki bhavna and all, but it was truly a bizarre change in mood???? she was perfectly ok and mellow 2 seconds ago. 😕😕😕

but these things needed to be said, so i’m glad she did. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

aw, omki is hurt. ANGSTTTTTTTTTTTTT. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

and here we see the difference between shivaay and om - shivaay would have shown double tadi and maybe even thrown some hurtful words back, but not left. because that’s HIS way of showing love, by constantly BEING THERE, physically. but om is more quiet and introspective and respectful of personal space. he understood the sentiment behind gauri’s words, whereas shivaay would have just taken the harsh tone and words at face value. 

idhar inka spider puraaan khatam nahi hua. 🙄🙄🙄

oh god rudra, just get a can of raid, ffs. 😒😒😒

hee hee “michmichi” is now officially in the oberoi lexicon. 😊😊😊

ok this chick is on her own mood trip as well. who’da thunk that ANIKA would be the most stable one of the three girls? 😕😕😕

aw. poor rudra. baby. come here. *hugs him* 😔😔😔

pffffffffft we really don’t give a shit, ACP anda. 😑😑😑

hahaha khanna’s face. bechaara, he’s been walking around with this basket for over half a day now. 😆😆😆

LMAO KHANNA’S SASS CAN BE REPRESSED NO MORE. 😂😂😂

ouff, how do ppl even get their mail in this goddamn house? they should have a better system. those dorm hall type cubby holes or something. 😐😐😐

.... are those ice cubes in tej’s wine? i know next to nothing about wine, but even i know you shouldn’t put ice in it. 😟😟😟

svetlana, damn girl. too hot, hot damn. 😍😍😍

this was the kinda lingerie i wanted to see anika in. not that weird pink monstrosity. next time shivaay should take svetlana with him while buying his girl lacy underthings. she has great taste. 😊😊😊

ughhhhh svetlanaaaa, why are you wasting your hotness on this decrepit bag of assholery? 😣😣😣

oh gauri. this is the REAL om. blame gulNeet for his crazy personality transplant. 😤😤😤

yeah, no one cares about your observations on rudra, bhavya. fuck off. don’t you have a MISSION to complete? 😒😒😒

THIS GODDAMN ANDA THING. HONESTLY. I AM THIS CLOSE TO LOSING IT. THESE FUCKING PPL ARE SO RICH, THEY CAN BUY A POULTRY FARM AND SET IT UP ON THE BACK LAWN. WHY HAVE THEY BEEN BITCHING ABOUT A HALF DOZEN ANDE GOING MISSING EVERY DAY? GODDDDDDDD. 😡😡😡😡

omfg nooooooo, talk about you and omkara, gauriiiiiiiiiii. NOT RUVYA. LITERALLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT THEM. 😫😫😫

acp anda’s using her sleuthing skillz. at least they’re showing some result in this one area. abhi locket bhi dhoond le meri maa, aur yahaan se chalti ban. 😒😒😒

HBIC - Head Bhaujai In Charge 😂😂😂😂 - breaking it down for her two emotionally challenged little chele. 

awwwwwwww, bhaabi explaining om’s silent behaviour to gauri. *weeping* my brOTP. give me more aniKaraaaaaaaaaaa. 😭😭😭

what fucking thand, its fucking july in mumbai. the lowest it gets is like 25 celcius. kuchhhhhh bhi, awaaaaaaiiii 😒😒😒 (shravan ki chachi from edkv style) 

anika, PhD in Obros and their moodswings. 🤓🤓🤓

pffffffffft, don’t be lecturing and teaching anika about SABR. koi aur hoti toh kabka is manhooos ghar aur parivaar ko aag laga ke chali jaati. ek anika hai, is liye abhi tak zinda bache hue hai. 😒😒😒

gauri has to be chutki. she just has to. please god. i need her and anika to be sisters. i need my two awesome queens to be sistersssssssss. 👭🏽👭🏽👭🏽

yes please bhavya, please be actually useful for once. locket toh dhoond nahi rahi ho. saboot hi dhoond do. 😑😑😑

YAAAAAAH BOIIIIIIIIIIII NAARI SSSSSSAKTI JINDABAAD. ✊🏽✊🏽✊🏽

lmao tej couldn’t handle svetlana’s hotness. she LITERALLY took his breath away. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

uncle, budhdhaape mein apna libido control kijiye. umar nahi rahi aapki. 😆😆😆

god, just DIE already, tej. you’re such a waste of precious oxygen. 😑😑😑

jhanvi is just sooooo nice and calming and... god she deserves so much better than this crap. someone give her the happiness she deserves, please. 😪😪😪

meanwhile pinky madam is on her sleuthing trip. acp toh inhe hona chahiye tha. not that useless bhavya/ranveer. 😒😒😒

whut? even using shivaaaaaay’s name didn’t work? WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE????????? 🙄🙄🙄

LMAO, yuppppppppp, there it is. the way to get anything done in india. 💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK HE USED OMKARA’S NAME, THE SHAMELESS ASSHOLE. 😟😟😟

YAAAAS PINKY, FUCK HIM UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! 😈😈😈

it feels so good to be rooting for pinky again! 😊😊😊

“yeh maine dil se kiya hai, majboori mein nahi.” 

oh my heart. omki. my sweet, soft, full of love, omki. 😍😍😍

OH OMKIIIIIIII. I DIDN’T THINK I COULD LOVE YOU MORE THAN I DO. BUT I DOOOOOOOO. *WEEPING* I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

girl go find him and kisssss him. kissssss him on the mouthhhhhhh. 💏🏽💏🏽💏🏽

sigh. gauri is so soft and sweet and smol. so perfect for my omki. 😌😌😌 *smooshes then both together* 

ok after a heartfelt handmade drawing of her mom, rudra’s gift of ande and gym equipment to bhavya is feeling especially unromantic. learn from your brother, rudra! 🙄🙄🙄

lo, anika ke liye bhi gift. koi prime day ya flipkart ki sale chal rahi thi kya? 🤔🤔🤔

ek aur phoneeeeeee! 🙃🙃🙃

haaaye, remember that super sexy way he gave her the first one? one of my faaaaav shivika scenes ever. 💖💖💖

“mujhe sirf apna phone todne ka haq hai, tumhara nahi.”

lol, what about prinku’s phone that he threw in the pool in one of the first episodes? 😆😆😆

and the time he threw anika’s phone on the floor and stomped on it during the amnesia games, when she was pretending to talk to rohit??? 🙃🙃🙃

girl i hope you’d backed up your old phone. all those videos you’d made of him before leavingggggggg. 😭😭😭

girls are on all-expenses-paid Guilt Trip, sponsored by the oBros. well played, boys. well played. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

OUFF OH PINKY. PEHLE ROOM TAK JAAKAR DEKHTI TOH SAHI. 😫😫😫

le, taiii taiii phis. next time, plan better, pinky! 😐😐😐

haaaye, look at these teen bechaare, pyaar ke maare. esp my poor omki. *hugs him super tight* 🤗🤗🤗

 “MAINE APNE ANDE DIYE USKO!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

hahahahaha shivaay and omki’s faces at that very strange statement. 😂😂😂

“arre sunaati toh woh gauri hai...” snort. tune bhi toh kaafi kuch sunaaya tha. le ab bhugat. 😊😊😊

“galat matlab nikaalna toh koi anika se seekhe.” pffffffffft. hello kettle, this is pot. YOU’RE BLACK. 🙄🙄🙄

also, clearly, you are sooooo disturbed by anika’s accusation about a person that you literally give zero fucks about, that you went shopping for a gift for her. nice. totally makes sense. 😒😒😒

lol these fucking idiots and their butthurt feelings. they’re suchhhhh assholes to the girls, but one time they get yelled at, they’re all sitting here as if they’re the most bechaaare victims in the world. 🙄🙄🙄

lo, baby bomb phattttt chuka. 🙊🙊🙊

LMAOOOOOO THE GESTURING. 😂😂😂

snort, their conclusion is that it’s OBVIOUSLY 23 YEAR OLD RUDRA crying like a fucking baby. 😆😆😆

how is the baby even BREATHING, with the way that damn basket is packed? 😧😧😧

meanwhile, Guilty Girls’ Gang is on Mission: Maafi 😕😕😕

lol their faaaaaaaaces. as if approaching a literal bomb. 💣💣💣

“main isse hilaaon kya?”

lmaooooooo what? why would you do that??? 😟😟😟

also my mind just went instantly to the dirty meaning of “hilaana”, so i had to pause the video and cackle for 2 minutes. 😆😆😆

om (repeatedly, in genuinely confused tone): “lekin ismein HAI kya?” 

this fucking idiot. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

as usual, shivaay has to do all the work. 🙄🙄🙄

MY GOD, OPEN IT TODAY. 😤😤😤

ok, we get it. nakuul has kanji aankhein. bloody, close up lene ke chakkar mein camera uske bheje mein ghusaaoge kya? 😒😒😒

snort, pinky doing subtleeeee OMM of jethji. 😈😈😈

oh no, please don’t create rift in this sisterhood. i need pinky and jhanvi to be a team! 😥😥😥 

yo man, when pinky of all ppl starts spitting the truth like this.... 🤐🤐🤐

dammmmn pinky, you smart! i’m so glad you got proof! 😇😇😇

“meri imagination itni wild kaisi ho gayi???”

beta tumhari imagination toh suhaag raat waale episodes mein dekh hi liya tha humne. it was always kaaafi wild. 😏😏😏

oh, it’s a baby girl? 😊😊😊

... oberoi sons could include tej and shakti too, no? 🤔🤔🤔

ok really, i do nottttttt like babies usually, but god damn, that is one cuteeeeeasssss baby. look at its gapuchiiiiiiii cheeeeeks!!!! 😚😚😚

LMAO INSTANT ACCUSATION ON RUDRA HAHAHA 😂😂😂😂

omggggg omki’s reaction like “oh come on!” 😆😆😆

snort, doosra baby daddy waala accusation on shivaay in less than 6 months. how many times does this one poor celibate man have to go through this shit???? 😂😂😂

grownass men, talking about how babies come from god. jesus. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao i love when omki gets mad at rudra for being stupid. 😂😂😂

“PEHLE FAKE SHAADI, AB FAKE BABY; MUJHE LAGTA HAI YEH BABY BHI EK POLICE HAI!!!!!!!”

bet this baby would still be a better police officer than acp anda and acp psycho tho. 😕😕😕

kunal is killlllling it with the physical comedy today. i can’t stop laughing at him. 😂😂😂😂

arre make bulbul call her bade bhaiyya instead of this acp anda. he can’t resist bulbul’s sweet sisterly vibe. 😌😌😌

i really don’t care about this tejVi nonsense right now. 🙄🙄🙄

oh boy bhavya is going to break yet another door down. 😬😬😬

LOLOLOLOL right to the gut. also hey, isn’t that anika’s chameli?????? 😯😯😯

“kaaam kar rahe the? aur AAP? *snort* aap toh koi kaam karte hi nahi hai.” 

lol pettttt pe toh laath mar hi diya, ab yeh below the belt bhi maar rahi hai. 🤣🤣🤣

bhavya ko toh rafa dafa kar diya, chulbul bhaaabi ko kaise karogeeee rudyyyyyy? 🙃🙃🙃

i like when bhavya says “kambakhat”. idk why, but it’s hilaaaarious to me. 😁😁😁

raaare rift between oBros, as they accuse each other of doing the dirty. 😋😋😋

baby se zyaada rona toh in logo ko aa raha hai. 😂😂😂

[starvonnie]

I want you to answer all the fanfic questions because I love your writing and want to know more about it!!! But if that is too much, than just the first 10

Dude.  Not only do I love talking about myself, I ESPECIALLY love talking about my writing, so fuck yeah I’ll answer them all.1: When did you start writing?I distinctly remember writing stories as early as age 7 (I loved creative writing in school so much) but I can’t recall if I ever wrote anything outside of school projects, so I’m not sure that counts.  I DO remember writing stuff for fun when I was 12.2: How many different fandoms have you written for?That I can remember?  Just three.  The first being Warrior Cats, then My Little Pony (though it was very few), but the only one I’ve written fanfiction for that I’ve actually posted online is for Transformers.3: If applicable, do you think your writing has improved a lot or a little since you first started writing?Oh, definitely.  Both in general and since I started posting my fics online.  I have an old FF account (good luck finding me :P) with very disjointed stories full of plot holes, and even my early stuff on AO3 seems really bad to me now.4: What was the first fic you wrote?The first fic I can remember writing was a Warrior Cats thing full of my own OC’s that I had my mother edit (YEAH, I SHOWED MY MOM MY SHITTY FANFICTION) and I even had it printed and like professionally bound with those round plastic edged things people use for reports and whatnot.  Tbh, I miss being so unbashedly proud of my writing.  I would let other people read and edit it, trying to improve.  Of course, I’m not going to show my mom my fics where Megatron and Rodimus bork but I can’t even bear to be in the same room as someone reading my fics without feeling like I’m going to DIE even if they’re doing nothing but praising me.5: What is your favorite fic you have written?Honestly?  Two Factions.  There’s just something really freeing about writing some so self-indulgent and grandiose.  I also really enjoy the world-building aspect and taking a different approach to how becoming a Prime works.  Plus, I get to make Megatron say really gay things and make everyone use SWORDS.  It’s also fun to re-imagine a familiar work through new characters and a new setting (I started pretty close to the original Romeo and Juliet but the end is quite different, in my opinion).What really stands out for this fic, though, is that I have @justroddythings beta’ing everything and I wrote and edited a bunch of chapters before I started posting so I had the liberty to change things I didn’t like without disrupting the canon I’d already made (and fix any continuity errors.... like where I had a character bust his sword and then he inexplicably had it two chapters later [it’s because the scene from that chapter was one of the first I’d written, but I still gotta fix it]).  6: Which character of yours has been your favorite to write?It’s a toss-up between Rodimus and Starscream.  They’re quite similar in their “put on this personality” while being miserable on the inside.  It leads to fun and snarky scenes that can dissolve into breakdowns where they need to be comforted (which is when I throw their love interest in).  But man... writing these two together is equally fun and intimidating, but I love writing them as mutual supports for each other.  Whether that means one is more stable and supporting the other, or both of them are breaking down but can offer the other things like “I understand, and you’re going to be okay” and that let’s THEM know that they’re going to be okay.7: Which character of yours do you most identify with (if any)?Probably Rodimus, but there’s some strong sprinklings of Megatron in there, too.  Which is one of the reasons I love writing megarod so much. 8: Which character of yours do you find the hardest to write?Well, I don’t branch out as much as I’d like so mostly any character I haven’t written.  If I had to pick one from fics I’ve already written, then Wheeljack, because I haven’t read too many comics with him in it but I’m so thirsty for starjack that I will attempt it anyways.9: If any, what music/artists do you like to listen to while writing?I find sad Maroon 5 songs to be really good background noise, but I usually just listen to whatever I currently am listening to on my ipod.10: Do you ever put any of your own traits or personality into any of your characters? Which?I do with Rodimus a lot, usually just little habits or w/e.  I like to HC he picks at his paint like I pick at my skin (as a nervous habit and just a bad habit in general).  BUT in “I Promise You” (which idk if I’ll ever finish, but I hate the title and should have thought more about it before I posted it) I basically put all of my fears and insecurities into Skywarp.  He was a very cathartic character to write and writing his suicidal thoughts or w/e really helped me work through my own (especially when he had someone there to hold him and tell him what *I* feel like I needed to hear).11: If you could take one character from your fic and put it with another character in another one of your fics, who would you want to see together?Uhhhh I got nothing because if I wanted to do it I would just do it.12: Which do you prefer writing most, description, dialogue, or actions?I used to write really detailed descriptions but somewhere along the line I set out to improve my dialogue and now I prefer writing that (sometimes, esp. if I’m stuck, I just write what I want them to say and fill in the rest later).  I hate writing actions a lot because I see in my head the movement I want them to make but idk how the FUCK to put it into words.  What Ratchet is doing in the second panel here in particular eludes me and if anyone could tell me how the fuck to describe this I would love you forever.13: If you could base one of your fics in a different location than where it is currently, where would you like it to be?Well tbh I never know how to describe the “wilderness” on Cybertron because it’s.... its all metal can I even call these things rocks??? So I guess a really lame answer to this is to set all of them on Earth so I can say there are trees and rocks and shit but Earth also sucks so *shrug*.14: Which of your fics would you like to see turned into a movie the most?Either Two Factions or Behind Closed Doors, which, when you look at them, are pretty similar stories XD15: Which of your characters do you think you would be most friendly with?I’d say Rodimus, Swerve, and Tailgate.  I wanna flop over Swerve and watch Earth TV with him.16: Are there any ideas you are currently playing around with that you would like to write sooner or later?I have started writing two multi-chapter megarod fics (one being a soulmate and reincarnation fic, the other a heatfic) but I want to finish my other ongoings (at least my megarod ones) before I denote any real time to them.17: Favorite fic that is not written by you?Hmmm that`s a tough one.  On the one hand, I don`t read as much fanfiction as I’d like to (I’m trying to rectify that) and on the other hand I love different fics for different reasons so I couldn’t just pick one.  This is a cop-out answer but I’m sticking to it.18: Have you ever written a personal experience into your fic?Oh, all the time.  Like I said with Skywarp before and I’ve written some self-insert things where I essentially was adopted by Rodimus and Megatron that will never see the light of day lol.19: Who has been your favorite face claim to use?So I google what “face claim” means and I still don’t understand.20: Lastly, take your favorite character from any of your fics and tell us 3 things you like about him/her and 3 things you dislike.Bluh this is too much work.

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Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

highglossfinish 08:50 PM Hello!

CosmicOutlaw 08:52 PM Hello

highglossfinish 08:54 PM Hello there, pheonix human!

pheonixqueen 08:54 PM hihi!

highglossfinish 08:55 PM Is the sound working?

pheonixqueen 08:55 PM I hear a loop?

CosmicOutlaw 08:56 PM some cursed thing from reality tv

highglossfinish 08:57 PM Better?

pheonixqueen 08:57 PM yes

highglossfinish 08:57 PM Excellent!

thenightetc joined the party.

highglossfinish 08:59 PM Night human!

thenightetc 08:59 PM I'm here!  Didn't realize it was this early

thenightetc 09:01 PM Dark in here, isn't it

highglossfinish 09:01 PM Just a touch.

highglossfinish 09:03 PM Is this movie really two and a half hours long?

thenightetc 09:03 PM I hear sound, but the video is still the end of the youtube thing

pheonixqueen 09:03 PM yes it is

CosmicOutlaw 09:03 PM it is a long movie

thenightetc 09:04 PM I'll reload

CosmicOutlaw 09:04 PM but there is an intermission

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thenightetc 09:04 PM Nope, video's still not working

CosmicOutlaw 09:05 PM I have the same problem

thenightetc 09:05 PM There we go!

CosmicOutlaw 09:05 PM there it is!

highglossfinish 09:05 PM Wondeful! Now, onto two hours of this!

thenightetc 09:05 PM Gosh, that's a lot of smoke

highglossfinish 09:06 PM Put the children up front, their little lungs will soak up the worst of it.

pheonixqueen 09:06 PM lol

thenightetc 09:07 PM Look at them go!

thenightetc 09:07 PM Must be at least 15 mph

highglossfinish 09:07 PM Look at them putter!

thenightetc 09:07 PM What were you just saying about children up front?

CosmicOutlaw 09:07 PM those things could get moving at a decent clip in a straight line

pheonixqueen 09:07 PM oh yes

highglossfinish 09:07 PM I stand by what I said.

CosmicOutlaw 09:08 PM turning, not so much

highglossfinish 09:09 PM That part's never once failed to make me laugh.

thenightetc 09:10 PM Oh, the carnage.

CosmicOutlaw 09:10 PM the car had to die so it could be reborn...and...reanimated

thenightetc 09:12 PM gasp!

highglossfinish 09:12 PM Oh, the very prim, muted outrage!

CosmicOutlaw 09:12 PM a lady driver no less

pheonixqueen 09:12 PM children in the road

highglossfinish 09:13 PM Do they live in the junkyard?

thenightetc 09:14 PM Uh oh.

highglossfinish 09:14 PM Just in time to watch daddy crash and burn!

thenightetc 09:14 PM Well, they're about to become orphans.

highglossfinish 09:15 PM I want to see that man rocket off that Unicron-forsaken cliff to his fiery death while his children watch.

CosmicOutlaw 09:15 PM strapping rockets to your back is always the sign of a brilliant and stable mind

highglossfinish 09:17 PM They picked Miss Truly's pocket while she wasn't looking.

thenightetc 09:17 PM I'm going to be disappointed if this is the movie's... romance.

pheonixqueen 09:17 PM I love grandpa

highglossfinish 09:18 PM Oh, but miss Truly has taste and class, so clearly it's her responsibility to mother this deranged man and his sewer rat children.

thenightetc 09:18 PM Sigh.

thenightetc 09:18 PM Away indeed.

CosmicOutlaw 09:19 PM that vacuum cleaner thing used to freak me out when I was a child

thenightetc 09:19 PM Maybe your children are going to get run over someday soon.

highglossfinish 09:19 PM He used to have three children, the third wasn't strong and was absorbed by the workshop.

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thenightetc 09:20 PM Strangle him with your scarf.  It's the only way he'll learn.

thenightetc 09:20 PM Now run him over.

highglossfinish 09:21 PM Then stick the other end into one of the machines so it looks like an accident.

thenightetc 09:21 PM Ha!

thenightetc 09:21 PM Sigh.

pheonixqueen 09:21 PM this song is pretty

highglossfinish 09:22 PM Mr. Effete Highpants of Crackpot Lane has perfectly styled eyebrows.

thenightetc 09:22 PM Too bad he doesn't care enough to tell them not to play in the street!

highglossfinish 09:23 PM Or feed them.

CosmicOutlaw 09:23 PM I mean maybe there aren't a lot of cars to get run over by but...horse carts??

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highglossfinish 09:24 PM They're going to wander onto a farm and drown in the pig slurry.

thenightetc 09:24 PM ...Uh.

thenightetc 09:24 PM Does he just... have sausages out, unrefrigerated??

pheonixqueen 09:24 PM hopefully smoked sausage?

highglossfinish 09:24 PM I would legitimately watch two and a half hours of this man's squalid life.

saa12345 09:25 PM Hey

CosmicOutlaw 09:25 PM why is his hair so perfect

saa12345 09:25 PM i'm Brazilian

highglossfinish 09:25 PM I'll occasionally sing to this Impact as a way of making amends for all my jokes about the children dying.

thenightetc 09:26 PM I mean, there's not a plate for him

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highglossfinish 09:27 PM "Go to bed, it's 3 PM."

pheonixqueen 09:27 PM wasn't it just mid day?

thenightetc 09:28 PM "it's just that that's a BORING thing to fix :( "

highglossfinish 09:28 PM If it's not fun and whimsical it's not worth doing!

CosmicOutlaw 09:29 PM I mean it would take mr inventor man all of...maybe a couple days to fix but no dad must suffer

thenightetc 09:30 PM Ha.

Thebes joined the party.

thenightetc 09:30 PM God, what a name.

Thebes 09:30 PM Hello@

thenightetc 09:31 PM Hey!

Thebes 09:31 PM !

CosmicOutlaw 09:31 PM caracatus potts and truly scrumptious

CosmicOutlaw 09:32 PM names are definitely a Thing in this film

thenightetc 09:32 PM Ha!

highglossfinish 09:32 PM Truly Scrumptious sounds like a Bond girl's name.

thenightetc 09:33 PM Wait is he just

thenightetc 09:33 PM HE'S STICKING HIS FINGERS IN IT

highglossfinish 09:33 PM Don't waste your pucker indeed.

Thebes 09:34 PM I wonder how viable musical scenes are for sales

thenightetc 09:34 PM He could have just explained it a little quicker.

highglossfinish 09:34 PM Stop saying that!

CosmicOutlaw 09:34 PM a mouthful of cheer

thenightetc 09:35 PM No.

highglossfinish 09:35 PM That's what I'd like written on my grave.

CosmicOutlaw 09:36 PM I'm enjoying this song so much more as an adult

pheonixqueen 09:36 PM I remember there used to be a whistle lollipop

pheonixqueen 09:37 PM it was basically a ring pop turned. into a slide whistle

pheonixqueen 09:37 PM wow that's unsanitary

thenightetc 09:37 PM It really is :/

highglossfinish 09:37 PM Everything about this movie is utterly filthy.

thenightetc 09:38 PM Oh dear

Thebes 09:38 PM Also this was entirely needless. He had them convinced two verses in

thenightetc 09:38 PM This entire factory will need to be disinfected now

pheonixqueen 09:38 PM puppy swarm

pheonixqueen 09:38 PM oh my

thenightetc 09:38 PM And those are not good for dogs!

highglossfinish 09:39 PM Every second of this movie is clearly absolutely vital and that's why it's two and a half hours long.

thenightetc 09:39 PM It was absolutely his fault.

thenightetc 09:39 PM And the dogs were just excited, not mean

highglossfinish 09:40 PM "Daddy needs lots of money for his dangerous trash."

highglossfinish 09:41 PM "Enjoy this lullabye in lieu of dinner."

highglossfinish 09:42 PM "It's ten minutes long."

thenightetc 09:43 PM *snicker*

CosmicOutlaw 09:43 PM I will join the circus

pheonixqueen 09:44 PM sell the children?

CosmicOutlaw 09:44 PM legit moneymaking strategy

highglossfinish 09:44 PM Spend the money on more gears and things he can strap to his aft.

thenightetc 09:44 PM Oh boy.

highglossfinish 09:44 PM Here we go.

thenightetc 09:45 PM I would not get an automatic haircut from this man

thenightetc 09:45 PM And I doubt it's that hygenic

thenightetc 09:45 PM It comes back up and the top of his head's off.

highglossfinish 09:45 PM In the ensuing carnage, he'll rob one of the tills or something.

highglossfinish 09:46 PM This movie is one of the most feral things I've ever seen.

thenightetc 09:46 PM My god

thenightetc 09:46 PM hahahhaah

pheonixqueen 09:46 PM lol

highglossfinish 09:48 PM Oh Unicron.

thenightetc 09:48 PM How does he know this dance?

thenightetc 09:49 PM Is this his night job?

highglossfinish 09:49 PM Just a movie of euphemisms and this man failing his children.

pheonixqueen 09:49 PM he knows the song?

Thebes 09:49 PM Does this guy know anything worth his time on screen?

highglossfinish 09:50 PM He knows about poles and swords and mouthfuls of cheer.

thenightetc 09:50 PM Well, he can sing and dance.

Thebes 09:50 PM Fair enough.

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thenightetc 09:51 PM Now imagine a strip version of that act.

highglossfinish 09:51 PM *That's* his night job.

Thebes 09:51 PM I mean he was already dancing with his hard wood out, it'd only be a lateral move to strip

thenightetc 09:52 PM Is his hat missing the top? thenightetc 10:22 PM Whoops!

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highglossfinish 10:22 PM And sounds it!

pheonixqueen 10:24 PM eggs and bacon

thenightetc 10:26 PM So it's... just a little hut?

thenightetc 10:26 PM I thought it was an outhouse.

thenightetc 10:26 PM Love how the potted plants have stayed on the sill there, though.

highglossfinish 10:26 PM It probably is.

highglossfinish 10:26 PM THE END.

CosmicOutlaw 10:27 PM "im being abducted!" "oh no, I'll put out a silver alert"

thenightetc 10:27 PM Ha!

pheonixqueen 10:27 PM chitty suicide attempt

highglossfinish 10:28 PM It was a good try, Chitty.

CosmicOutlaw 10:28 PM almost the red cliffs of dover

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highglossfinish 10:29 PM This movie still has an hour to go.

highglossfinish 10:29 PM I'd like everybody to just...think about that.

pheonixqueen 10:29 PM insanity clearly gallops in this family

thenightetc 10:29 PM Apparently!

Thebes 10:30 PM The colonialism song

CosmicOutlaw 10:30 PM dump the spies

highglossfinish 10:31 PM Plot twist: This is all an elaborate hallucination the father is experiencing as he lies bleeding in the ditch after that man whose scalp he mangled beats him to a pulp.

pheonixqueen 10:31 PM lol

thenightetc 10:31 PM Maybe.

CosmicOutlaw 10:31 PM tbh I think this is the hallucination of the man who crashed the car in the first place

highglossfinish 10:32 PM Also good!

highglossfinish 10:32 PM If Chitty was allowed to go where it wanted to go it would be on the bottom of the sea.

CosmicOutlaw 10:32 PM let him rest

highglossfinish 10:33 PM Chitty's given up on the mercy of the world. Chitty will find a way to be its own mercy angel.

pheonixqueen 10:35 PM welcome to madness

thenightetc 10:36 PM *heavy sighing*

CosmicOutlaw 10:37 PM I dont think his translator is functioning properly

pheonixqueen 10:37 PM I like this song

highglossfinish 10:40 PM Agreed.

thenightetc 10:40 PM F

highglossfinish 10:41 PM Lot of places out here for a car to crash and finally find rest.

thenightetc 10:42 PM Child catcher.  :|

CosmicOutlaw 10:43 PM where's your horse, napoleon

thenightetc 10:44 PM you came to the wrong neighborhood

thenightetc 10:45 PM Just stand there, you'll be fine

highglossfinish 10:45 PM How logical.

thenightetc 10:45 PM Sigh.

highglossfinish 10:47 PM Primus. The bad one.

Thebes joined the party.

pheonixqueen 10:49 PM poor chitty thwarted again

highglossfinish 10:49 PM Chitty: Please put an end to me.

thenightetc 10:51 PM This will end well.

thenightetc 10:53 PM Why do we even have that lever

CosmicOutlaw 10:53 PM chitty is so done with this

highglossfinish 10:54 PM Chitty was done two hours ago.

CosmicOutlaw 10:54 PM true

pheonixqueen 10:54 PM this part is so creepy

thenightetc 10:54 PM :|

CosmicOutlaw 10:54 PM nothing about this is ok

thenightetc 10:55 PM Gosh, they'd have to be really stupid to fall for this after everything else that happened--

CosmicOutlaw 10:55 PM how do they not recognize him

highglossfinish 10:55 PM Not all of this is their fault. Just look at their gene pool.

Thebes 10:56 PM This is some concentrated stupid right here

thenightetc 10:56 PM "I was gone FIVE MINUTES"

Thebes 10:57 PM WHO COULD HAVE GUESSED THAT THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA

highglossfinish 10:57 PM Not a single idea presented in the entirety of this movie has been good.

highglossfinish 10:58 PM Chitty Chitty Bang Bang really isn't in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang all that much.

CosmicOutlaw 10:59 PM no, I always felt that was false advertising.

pheonixqueen 10:59 PM chitty is the deux ex machina

CosmicOutlaw 11:00 PM na I came to sing you a lullaby

highglossfinish 11:00 PM Please don't sing about it.

thenightetc 11:00 PM Sigh.

highglossfinish 11:00 PM "Uh-huh. You didn't happen to bring any food, did you?"

highglossfinish 11:01 PM "Maybe some soap, or antiseptic...no?" thenightetc 11:03 PM So this is their foreplay, huh

highglossfinish 11:03 PM It really is.

pheonixqueen 11:03 PM he is trying to kill her

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thenightetc 11:03 PM :o

highglossfinish 11:05 PM Which may or may not be their foreplay.

pheonixqueen 11:05 PM true

thenightetc 11:05 PM ...For a second I thought the orchestra was in their bedroom

highglossfinish 11:06 PM This has so, so little to do with Chitty.

CosmicOutlaw 11:06 PM why is coma racecar guy dreaming this

highglossfinish 11:07 PM Coma Racecar Guy loved camp.

CosmicOutlaw 11:07 PM purple hair

CosmicOutlaw 11:09 PM that is quite a dance

highglossfinish 11:09 PM Please, no more.

pheonixqueen 11:09 PM I like the doll song

Thebes 11:09 PM getting flashbacks to the Raggedy Ann and Andy movie

thenightetc 11:10 PM I mean they can clearly see this is a guy in a costume, right

CosmicOutlaw 11:10 PM of course not, how would a toy maker build a guy in a costume?

pheonixqueen 11:10 PM they are all idiots

pheonixqueen 11:11 PM toddlers brains in adult bodies

Thebes 11:11 PM The people in front of the camera or the people behind the camera

highglossfinish 11:11 PM This really does just keep going.

thenightetc 11:11 PM Heh.

pheonixqueen 11:12 PM its almost over

CosmicOutlaw 11:13 PM ah yes my go to dance move

highglossfinish 11:13 PM Hah!

highglossfinish 11:15 PM This is exactly how children that aren't mine appear to me.

CosmicOutlaw 11:15 PM same

thenightetc 11:16 PM I mean...

highglossfinish 11:17 PM "Meat! Meat!"

pheonixqueen 11:18 PM eat the rich

CosmicOutlaw 11:18 PM isn't this how game of thrones ended

highglossfinish 11:18 PM Yes.

highglossfinish 11:18 PM Chitty's plunging into the fray hoping a stray bullet will find it.

CosmicOutlaw 11:19 PM "someone burn this place down"

thenightetc 11:20 PM And now the tide really IS coming in.

highglossfinish 11:20 PM "KILL ME."

thenightetc 11:21 PM Dude

highglossfinish 11:21 PM Run, Truly. Run far.

CosmicOutlaw 11:21 PM the man does not get out enough

highglossfinish 11:22 PM "Miss Scrumptious remembered she has standards."

highglossfinish 11:23 PM Oh yes, I'm sure Truly would love to be carried over the threshold to this.

highglossfinish 11:23 PM A long, long life of this.

thenightetc 11:23 PM Ah.

CosmicOutlaw 11:23 PM oh I forgot about this

thenightetc 11:23 PM ...it's sugar, though

pheonixqueen 11:24 PM sugar is so bad for dogs

thenightetc 11:24 PM And people DID like them

thenightetc 11:24 PM But suddenly they're dog treats?

CosmicOutlaw 11:24 PM "oh I'm rich now I can go get the girl"

highglossfinish 11:24 PM "Now I've got something to make up for my thousands of flaws!"

thenightetc 11:24 PM Boooooooo

highglossfinish 11:24 PM Hiss!

pheonixqueen 11:24 PM you've known each other a week

Thebes 11:25 PM WHAT DREAM

CosmicOutlaw 11:25 PM are there just...no men

thenightetc 11:25 PM "dude you're imagining flying RIGHT NOW"

highglossfinish 11:25 PM A month later, he's wasted his fortune on magic beans.

CosmicOutlaw 11:25 PM its OG Grease

highglossfinish 11:26 PM It is!

highglossfinish 11:26 PM Chitty's trying to obtain enough height to finish this once and for all.

Thebes 11:26 PM and take this nitwits with him

pheonixqueen 11:26 PM and clean the gene pool

Thebes 11:27 PM *these

highglossfinish 11:27 PM ...I'm taking those bangs as a sign that it finally succeeded.

thenightetc 11:27 PM We can dream.

CosmicOutlaw 11:27 PM rip chitty  and only chitty

highglossfinish 11:27 PM Chitty's finally free.

thenightetc 11:28 PM Well!

thenightetc 11:28 PM All that just happened... or DID it?

highglossfinish 11:28 PM That certainly was almost three hours of something!

pheonixqueen 11:28 PM I had forgotten how strange this was

highglossfinish 11:29 PM Likewise.

pheonixqueen 11:29 PM thank you for hosting!

CosmicOutlaw 11:29 PM I feel like some kind of light has been shown on my childhood

Thebes 11:29 PM That was a marvelous acid trip.

highglossfinish 11:29 PM Thank you for coming!

pheonixqueen 11:29 PM lol

CosmicOutlaw 11:29 PM thanks for hosting!

thenightetc 11:30 PM Thank YOU!  And, honestly, sorry for showing up so late; I really thought we were starting at sevenish (my time)

highglossfinish 11:30 PM And thank you for helping to make this what surely had to be the darkest stream we've had in a while.

Thebes 11:30 PM DARK-EST STREAM! DARK-EST STREAM!

highglossfinish 11:30 PM No, no, that was all on me. I started early with no warning.

pheonixqueen 11:30 PM knock out, have you and impact seen the live action pippi longstocking movie?

highglossfinish 11:31 PM Is it as bad as this?

thenightetc 11:31 PM ...Live action Pippi Longstocking?

thenightetc 11:31 PM Gosh, I read those books when I was a kid...

pheonixqueen 11:31 PM roughly? they tried to put to many plots together

Thebes 11:31 PM same

pheonixqueen 11:32 PM but she has a horse and a monkey that she can talk with

thenightetc 11:32 PM well I just remembered her making cookies on the floor

highglossfinish 11:32 PM Then we'll have to stream it, no question!

pheonixqueen 11:32 PM oh and she can apparently fly by spinning quickly

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thenightetc 11:33 PM Yes!

pheonixqueen 11:33 PM I remember best the flinging of ice cream at people

pheonixqueen 11:33 PM just lobbing scoops

highglossfinish 11:33 PM This sounds like a disaster. I can't wait!

thenightetc 11:33 PM Going to the circus and showing everyone up!

highglossfinish 11:33 PM In the meantime, I wish you all the best of evenings!

pheonixqueen 11:34 PM paying for everything in actual gold coins

thenightetc 11:34 PM And you, too!

CosmicOutlaw 11:34 PM same to you!

Thebes 11:34 PM good night!

highglossfinish 11:34 PM Good night!

pheonixqueen 11:34 PM night everyone!

thenightetc 11:34 PM Night!

CosmicOutlaw 11:34 PM good night!