#tall varian supporter

[aliciasinferno]

OK, since nobody else will, I'll say it

Not everybody who likes tall Varian is evil

Not everybody who likes tall Varian is a troll

If you don't like him tall, don't draw or write him tall

And if you think all anons are the same person, turn off anon asks

But stop acting like everybody who likes this headcanon is the same person

Tall Varian is just fun, nothing more

If you like the headcanon that Varian will grow tall, that doesn't mean you support racists, sexists, homophobes, anti-semites, it just means that you enjoy a headcanon about a cartoon character

[tallvarianbullyingdotcom]

Tall Varian Anon Update

Latest tall varian anon is going under @/shortvariantruther

Proof: -blog has shown up in the last couple of days -only reblogs are in reference to the "tall varian discourse" -other interests include Adrian Agreste and Danny Phantom, both of which the tall varian anon likes -mentions the "IP address" of the tall varian anon, which only a few people know about INCLUDING the tall varian anon obviously. -reuses the same pfp as their old blog @/aliciasinferno -has a similar bio to their old blog @/aliciasinferno -reports of this anon following multiple varigo blogs that were caught up in the "tall varian drama" and only reblogging posts that revolve around it

Side by side comparison between the new blog and old blog.

@/shortvariantruther admits on her blog that these three blogs are all the same person

But she also forgot that she was reusing basically the same bio as Alicia, and used the same pfp and banner as Alicia.

She also @ two blogs saying that they support this person, when she has been harassing and @/ing those two blogs every time she makes a new drama account saying the same thing.

[fieldofdaisiies]

secret santa gift 2 for @moonlightazriel ❤️ @acotargiftexchange ship: Feyre x Rhysand type: nothing but pure fluff word count: 3k words warnings: none summary: We all know SJM is not a fan of writing wedding scenes and since you (my lovely secret santa recipient) indicated that you would love to see their wedding scene, I decided to write it for you. @moonlightazriel I acted as your lifesaver (hope you are not disappointed that it is me haha). I am sorry didn't have that much time hence why the story is a little shorter, but I added a playlist at the end, hoping I included a lot of your favourite songs. Love you so much❤️

read on ao3

Beneath the starlit sky of the Night Court, in the middle of a forest, where trees stand tall, and the moon casts a gentle glow upon the land, is where their union will happen. Twinkling faelights adorn the bushes and the leaves of the large tress, creating a magical atmosphere that makes the forest glow softly and come alive. Further between the towering trees, shadows dance along the soft rustle of leaves that accompanies the silent chatter of the people gathered here on this day. 

"Are you ready, my darling?" The High Lord of the Night Court smiles up at his High Lady, his demeanour showing a male who is fully contented and at ease with his life. A male who finally has everything in his life that he deserves and has longed for for centuries. A male who has suffered the worst possible in life, and has survived this hell. A male who can finally be happy.

His family is finally complete with a mate and a son, who brings joy to him every day — the greatest luck in his life. Nyx's smile alone could light up the darkest night, and more than once a day Rhysand finds himself marvelling at the small wonder. 

The High Lord's eyes lock with Feyre's, violet clashing with blue and something sparks inside his chest. Once again the bond comes alive, glowing vividly, its tendrils stretching out and curling around their souls like a warm embrace. 

Feyre smiles at him, at her mate, her husband, the father of her son, her heart brimming with love and admiration, and she is once again reminded that she is mated to the most beautiful male on this planet, the most amazing one. He is stunning and perfect - absolutely breathtaking, his dark suit perfectly complimenting his whole appearance. His hair, black-blue, is glowing in the faelights, his eyes shimmering with nothing but love and affection.

Feyre's giggles and it reaches Rhysand and reverberates through his entire body, her smile just like Nyx's able to light up even the darkest part of the Court of Nightmares. His mate is stunning and breathtaking, and he fights the urge to punch himself to make sure this is really all real. 

"To marry you again?" Feyre quips, a sheepish grin on her lips.

A proud grin spreads over the High Lord's face. "To marry me again, my High Lady." He exhales deeply. "But now with everyone present. With our whole family and most importantly with our little son joining us." 

Rhysand takes her extended hand, and steps into her, drawing in her scent, drinking her in. For a split second, his gaze moves to Nesta standing behind his mate, standing behind her sister, and he smiles at her. Then he looks to his own brother. The tall Illyrian is wearing the biggest grin possible, eagerly waiting for Rhysand to take his place in front of him. Cassian's hands are folded behind his back, wings tucked in, he is dressed in a fine suit, hair neatly combed back. 

Below the small dais they find themselves standing on, is their whole family. Mor has been the one to lead Feyre down the aisle, holding tightly onto her arm, supporting her when Feyre felt like sobbing out of happiness. Her family cheered for her, their love wrapping around her like a tight embrace. Everyone is here on this special day — all the others as well, Elain, Lucien, Amren, Varian, and of course little Nyx, happily bouncing on his aunt's lap, smiling brightly at his parents, his eyes glowing with joy and love. 

The path leading up to the dais almost seems like a dream, petals scattered like confetti amid the lush green leaves. Strings of fae lights hang above, painting the scene with a soft, twinkling glow. Lanterns flicker, casting gentle shadows across the mossy ground, creating an absolutely enchanting atmosphere. It feels like a dream! It is a dream! But one that came true. Feyre's very own dream - the one the stars have made possible for her. The dream that was answered.

Feyre knows that her older sister Elain, with the help of her mate, Lucien, has truly outdone herself. They did all the decoration as well as the food preparation and Feyre couldn't be more happy and impressed about what they have created. It is truly stunning, so stunning she has to fight the tears now bubbling up in her eyes. This day…it is all she could have ever dreamed of. 

A starlit sky spreads above them, a breathtaking dome of twinkling lights and with a crescent moon in the middle, creating a magical ambience. 

When Rhysand takes both his mate's hands into his, he leans in and kisses Feyre's brow and then takes a moment to look at her, just admiring her - her beauty, her smile, her eyes, his mate. 

His gaze strays again, landing on Gwyn and Azriel, standing next to the altar made of wooden branches with flowers and ribbons adding the finishing touch to it. Candles stand among the flower arrangements, their flames adding warmth and intimacy to the setting. 

The High Lord has to fight the grin from spreading over his face, knowing it would reach from one ear to the other. The priestess truly managed to get Azriel up here to sing with her. She is the only one who he would do it for, Rhysand knows this, and it makes him happy. His brother has also finally found happiness. In his mate. In Gwyn. 

Next to Gwyn and Azriel, Deidre, a priestess and Valkyrie from the Library steps forward, a large and ancient book open in her eyes. She wears a smile on her lips, edging on pride - after all she is allowed to hold the ceremony. 

She looks at Feyre first, then at Rhys and smiles anew. "We are gathered here on this wonderful evening to witness the union of Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court and Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. Although they sealed their bond a long time ago, they decided they wanted a wedding celebration where their family is present." Deidre pauses and smiles. She brushes her finger down the page and moves over to the next one.

Feyre and Rhys can't tear their gaze away from each other though, their love for each other still so strong. Nothing could ever come between them. They are still fully enthralled by each other, hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

Rhysand admires how beautiful she looks in her dress — another one his mother made back then. It is breathtaking, long and light blue, just like her eyes, adorned with small diamonds, lace and sparkling elements. She almost reminds him of one of the travelling spirits in the sky — bright, full of life and joy, stunning.

You look breathtaking my mate. Absolutely beautiful. Feyre feels a warm brush against her mental shields and her smile brightens. 

And I love this dress so very much, but I have a feeling it will also look very good on the floor tonight. 

His eyes sparkle, glowing almost a little mischievously. She can't wait for the moment where he will pull the dress down her body, where his lips and hand will then touch her skin where formerly her dress has been. 

Tugging at her hands, Rhysand brings her a little closer, the warmth of their bodies mingling, as well as their scents, hearts beating in the same rhythm. 

It is then that Deidre continues. "Feyre and Rhysand have met a long time ago, and their start and their journey was definitely not easy - no, not at all. But all throughout they had each other, held each other, supported each other, became each other's anchor. Only together they could get here. Only together they managed everything the way they did. Their relationship is one of power and strength and most importantly love. With every obstacle put into their way, this love got stronger and stronger. They conquered everything, saved the world. Became parents to a wonderful child, the biggest sunshine of the Night Court."

Deidre pauses again when a shuddering sob leaves Feyre. She turns her head, and Elain places Nyx who is almost vibrating with excitement and anticipation on the ground. Elain gives him a little push, signalling him that it is fine to run up to his mother and father. And Nyx does not hesitate.

Carrying the box with the ring made of silver with a small diamond of the deepest blue on top, in his hand, he starts running. His violet eyes sparkle like the brightest stars in the sky when he sets out for his parents, his little feet loudly padding on the in pedals and leaves covered ground.

All formalities are forgotten — why should they even care about them on such a beautiful day only surrounded by their family. Feyre sweeps him up, cradles him in her arms and kisses his cheek. Simultaneously, Rhys presses a kiss to the young boy's forehead, a single tear slipping out of the corner of his eye and landing on Nyx's suit. 

"Oh, daddy," Nyx mumbles and reaches for his father who immediately takes his son into his arms. "Don't cry." But Rhysand can't stop it. But he has to laugh through his tears, a big grin parting his lips and he tips his head back. Nyx is so big already, it is scary - just a short time ago he was nothing more than a tiny bundle in his arms. 

And now…now he is no longer a baby. He is the biggest luck and joy of his life. Rhysand's happiness is right in front of him, right in his arms. He is so proud of him. Nyx is so wonderful and amazing and he couldn't be any prouder to call the little boy his son. 

With Nyx everything became truly perfect. This family is home and happiness and he knows he couldn't be any luckier. Everything has happened for a reason. Everything has happened for them to end up here, for them to get right here, to experience this sort of bliss. This is fate. Meeting his High Lady was fate. Their lives had been planned out long before they were born and everything has happened just for them to end up here, right in this moment. 

On one arm the High Lord of Night holds Nyx, his other hand once again reaches for Feyre's hand, holding it gently, his thumb sweeping over the back of it. Rhysand calms himself a little, meeting Feyre's gaze when Nyx rests his head on his broad shoulder. Then the High Lord dips his chin at Deidre, signalling her that she can continue now. 

She nods at him and inhales a deep breath, then opens her mouth. "The couple has always stayed true to each other, believed in each other, relied on each other and endlessly loved and supported each other. You can't picture one without the other anymore. There is no High Lord of the Night without his High Lady. The two of them share a huge amount of love, but also a bond stronger than anything else. The mating bond, tying their souls and hearts together with invisible strings stronger than any other force."

"I love you," Feyre breathes when Deidre finishes. "So much." She holds Rhysand's gaze but reaches behind her where Nesta unfolds a piece of paper and hands it to her little sister. 

"And I prepared something for you."

With trembling fingers, she holds the piece of parchment in her hands, her heart rapidly beating inside her chest, hammering against her rib cage. She steals a glance at Rhysand's eyes, then looks at her son, cradled against his chest. With a smile, her gaze returns to the paper and drawing in one last deep breath she finally opens her mouth. 

"Rhys, when we first crossed paths, I admit, I didn't quite see us here. It would have been the last thing I could have imagined. Our start was, well, rocky at best. I called you a prick more times than I can count on two hands, and well, the shoe I sent flying at your head…let's not mention that, alright?" She giggles and looks at him again. 

Rhys is close to breaking, chest heaving with deep inhales, his eyes glossy. 

"But through it all, I've learned that love isn't always born from instant harmony. You have to get to know the other, manage to cross obstacles, to fight for love, to accept and respect to live and let live."

A happy smile graces her lips. "We've weathered storms, and I've come to see your true self—the parts you hide from the world and for a long time hid from everyone apart from yourself. I didn't shy away from you. You did not scare me. I love you, I love every part of you - darkness, power and everything. In you, I found a partner, someone who helped me find the person I was meant to be. Someone who taught me how to read and write and how to love and accept myself the way I am."

"You encourage my strength, you make me feel alive, you gave me wings so I could fly and see the world on my own, conquer every part of it and find happiness."

She gazes deeply into his eyes, the love evident in her every word. "And you, you never feared my power. You are unafraid of what I am capable of, of my true self. You respect my choices, value my opinions, and always, always ensure that I have a voice and can speak my mind. You see me, respect me, and have always done so."

The tears run freely and Cassian steps forward, placing a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder.

"And lastly," Feyre says and stifles a giggle. "Rhysand is the best mate in the whole word. Rhysand is the best husband in the whole word. Rhysand is the most amazing father any child could ever hope for. Rhysand is my mate, my husband, the father of my son, and I couldn't be happier."

As she finishes, a wave of applause, loud sobs and cheers fill the forest.

With Nyx on his arm, he lunges for her, cradling Feyre to his chest as well, showering her face with kisses. 

His vows, he reveals to her mind-to-mind, speaking softly, gentle, reciting everything he has told her so many times in their life together while Gwyn and Azriel start to sing their second song, falling into a perfect harmony, their voices beautifully matching, creating the most beautiful sound the Night Court has ever heard, enchanting everyone. 

Rhysand closes his eyes when he speaks to his mate through their mental bridge. He loves her, endlessly, and will never again leave her side, that is clear. "I love you my mate," he eventually says out loud, still holding her close, face wet with tears, kissing her brow. 

The song finishes, and Gwyn leans against her mate, Azriel folding his own hand over hers, holding her close while the two of them watch the High Lord and Lady. 

"Thank you for the beautiful words, High Lady," Deidre says, "Please, now, repeat after me!”

“I, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court take you Feyre, High Lady of the Night Court to have and to hold”

“...for better or for worse,”

“...for richer or poorer,”

“...in sickness and in health,”

“...to love,”

“...to cherish. … As long as we both shall live!”

“I do!” 

“I do!” Both of them say, tears gently streaming down their cheeks as they exchange smiles, their faces illuminated by sheer joy. Rhysand swiftly brushes his thumb across her cheek, locking eyes with her. Sniffling, she stares back at him, lost in the captivating gaze of those wonderful violet eyes she fell for years ago.

“I shall now pronounce you husband and wife once again,” Deidre announces.“You may kiss the bride now!”

With eager anticipation, Rhysand draws her close. Their hearts beat in unison as his lips meet hers in a tender, passionate kiss. It seals their vows. Cheers echo through the forest, celebrating love and joy. 

With radiant smiles, Feyre and Rhys step forward, hand in hand, their hearts brimming with love. Their family and friends line the path, their cheers and applause echoing through the forest, a symphony of joy and bliss reaching every nook and corner. 

Rhys carries his jubilating son, cradling him in his arms with a tender strength. The boy, wide-eyed and filled with wonder, looks around at the enchanting scene, his small hand grasping onto his father's shoulder. 

Feyre, her eyes sparkling with love and gratitude, walks beside him. Her hand, held by her husband, by her mate, warm against her own.

Petals rain down upon them. They meet everyone's gaze, full of love and joy while they walk over to the place where they will have dinner, the table and buffet once again beautifully decorated by Elain and Lucien - just like all the meals that have been cooked by them. 

Embraced by the warmth of their loved ones and the magic of their union, they celebrate until late into the night, Feyre and Rhysand joined by their whole family, dancing beneath the night sky, the wonderful songs enchanting their feet to keep moving and moving. 

Rhysand lets her twirl, her dress swishing over the ground, the lace and tulle rustling with every spin. When he collects her in his arms again, holding her close he kisses her head and in a low voice says, "To the stars who listen, Feyre darling."

"And the dreams that are answered." She beams and presses her lips against his, her hand placed on his chest, right atop his steadily beating heart. 

They dance and celebrate for long hours, getting lost in the love and joy of this day. And later, when Nyx is already fast asleep at Elain and Lucien's place, Rhysand makes love to his wife, to his mate, beneath a skylit sky, worshipping her and reminding her once again how much he loves her.

[varianandhugodonotgetrawed]

does god support tall varian

Unfortunately there are some things even God cannot support

[onlyyours2love]

Who is more into grooming, Varigo stans who babyface and uwufy Varian to the nth degree and make Hugo an asshole stud who does whatever he wants,

OR Varipunzel and Cassarian enjoyers who draw and write Varian as taller and stronger than Eugene and a man who makes his own decisions instead of letting himself be pushed around?

Pot don't call the kettle black 😒

OooOooohHhh lOOk aT Me iM trYinG tO juStIfY a MorAlLy wRoNg sHIp

The amount of cassarian shippers who are flooding my inbox is just goofy at this point so I’ll just answer this last one.

Honey, babyfacing is not inherent grooming or pedo*helia. We are talking about two teens/young adults who have a carry the specific stud/twink dynamic (which honestly, is not very common with Varigo as they are both mostly depicted as two nerds in love). You can find this dynamic in any ship- sunshine/gloom or sunshine/grump is a thing yaknow?

I’m not saying that Varian cannot be a strong tall man in this dynamic with Hugo, but using the whole “age up/Varian is now big and burly and masculine” excuse to ship cassarian or varipunzel is just plain wrong because as I’ve said 2028183837291 times, ITS GROOMING!!

I will say that this does being an interesting point worth of discussion. The implication that Varian can only be “feminine” counterpart with Hugo is a bit heteronormative just as much as implying that Varian can only be a “real man” that “makes his own decisions and isn’t pushed around” if he is seen romantically with Cass or Rapunzel (which to me, sounds a lot like ‘the conquest of older women to prove your masculinity’ sorta thing [especially when you note that Cass is more on the masculine spectrum and more of *challenge* (I hate that term, it’s gross *shivers*)]

Then again, queer dynamics are much much different than heterosexual relationship dynamics, but Varian being a ‘twink’ or ‘the more feminine’ counterpart to Hugo doesn’t equate it to him being a stupid ass kid who’s a doormat and ‘can’t be a man’ or be assertive, and if you’re using Cassarian or Varipunzel to make the argument that Varian can only be a assertive masculine man if paired up with women much older than he is idk what to tell you other than ur using *very weird* heteronormative standards to make Varian -a character you claim to love- a much more shallow person that he simply isn’t.

If anything (and from the info I know about Varigo) Hugo is a big support to Varian in terms of how he wants to grow as an alchemist and as an innovative individual. That’s what makes the ship sweet. Cassarian and Varipunzel in comparison is just very shallow even if you manage to ignore the weird grooming and age gap.

Also come on anyone can agree that Varipunzel is more of a sibling-like ship.

Anyway, cassarian shippers please leave my blog and block me if you must. Idrfc

[writingraccoon]

What's the tall varian anon? I gather it's something to do with Varian and the 7 Kingdoms, but what is bad about him being tall?

First of all, thank you for not making this ask anonymous, as if it was I would have assumed this was from the anon themselves. Answering this might get me a bit of attention from them but it's fine, I almost enjoy getting their unhinged hate asks.

Second: Varian, if you don’t know, is a character from the Tangled spinoff series, called Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, or just Tangled: The Series. Varian was the fan favorite, and after the show ended, a few people who had worked on the show itself, namely Anna Lencioni and Kay Ritter, developed and pitched a Varian centric spinoff, called Varian and the seven kingdoms. This was rejected by Disney but quickly adopted pretty much as canon by much of the fandom.

If you want more details on it, I can link a post from a bit ago where I explained the plot to Hitch, but all that really matters is that the pitched series gave Varian a tall boyfriend named Hugo (you've probably seen him in art I've reblogged lol).

The Tall Varian Anon (TVA for the rest of this ask) emerged a few years ago, leaving nasty comments on ao3 fics and harassing people on Tumblr with anon asks, all focused on hurting the people who made Varian short in their fanworks. See, the thing about Varian is that in the canon show (he is 14-16 in the show and 18 in vat7k), he was the shortest character, not including the literal ten year olds. And, given that his love interest is very tall, it's generally accepted fact that Varian stays short.

Now, just having a different opinion would be fine. Even having a weird sex thing (which it is with this anon) about that opinion would be alright. But TVA is mean. They harass new artists, ask them to draw varian tall, (I've lost count of how many new artists I've had to tell that that anon expressing interest in their work is not a genuine supporter) and pretty much whenever anyone in the fandom posts about the TVA, they can expect a flood of hateful asks, usually the anon pretending that they don't exist, or asking who the TVA is(which is why if this ask was anonymous i would have figured it was them), I posted a joke post abt them recently and got no less than 7 asks from them, one of which was hilariously long.

However, possibly the most damning for the TVA, they are also extremely racist and antisemitic, having said racist and antisemitic slurs. Amusingly, a little bit ago, one of the more well known fic writers and Tumblr accounts in the fandom did some tech magic, got TVA to click on a link, and obtained TVA's IP address.

Sorry for the long reply, but you've stumbled upon some of the insane lore for the very small fandom that is Varian and the Seven Kingdoms, lol. I often make jokes about it, but it really is quite annoying at times.

[soreiya]

What's so bad about imagining Varian growing around 6'6"?

There is absolutely nothing wrong with anyone having this as an HC. The same can be said for those who enjoy portraying him as super tiny. It all kinda boarders the line of fetishization. So one should try to be self aware when asking for requests/commissions. This is why I have plopped myself down in the middle ground. I HC Varian as becoming an averagely tall adult. Someone around Eugene's height or slightly taller. Since 16 year old Eugene was a little bit shorter than Varian.

Ya gotta enjoy what makes you happy. Sometimes this means taking the more difficult rout of creating the content that you want to see all on your own. This is a positive proactive way of finding solidarity with other like minded individuals. Over time you'll have more and more content for the HC. Since you'll all have a support system in place.

The only thing that one should never do is try to force other people to choose between two extremes in order to feel welcome within the community. That's the problem that this fandom has been facing for well over a year now. This 'my way of the highway' mentality needs to end. Be supportive of other fans and the fandom might become a better place for everyone.

[the-weirdos-mind]

And More OCs

Name: Thurio Ahmakish

Age: 17

Species: Human

Class: Sophomore, Class B

Dorm: Ignihyde

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Looks: Brown hair, dark blue eyes with a pair of thin glasses over them, safety goggles on his neck, Caucasian skin, Ignihyde uniform with a lab coat over it, pen with a cyan blue magestone in his pocket, 5’8

Personality: Geeky, nerdy, scientific genius, incompetent schemer, petty, friendly at times, kind at times, overly dramatic, a bit stupid, eccentric and clueless

Signature Spell: Explodinator, allows him to place a self destruct button on anything and the object will self destruct once the button is pushed

Twisted from Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb

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Name: Cato Sphixeon

Age: 18

Species: Slight mutated human

Class: Junior, Class E

Dorm: Ignihyde

Homeland: Shaftlands

Looks: Pitch black hair in a small man bun, brown eyes with a scar under his right eye, midnight blue skin, Ignihyde uniform with pen in his pocket with a cyan magestone, 5’6

Personality: Childish, petty, nervous, stubborn, cowardly at times, a bit quiet, scientific genius, dense, a bit of a suck up, can be nice when needed, nerdy, inventive

Signature Spell: Not All That, allows him to temporarily turn back time to suit his needs

Twisted from Dr. Drakken from Kim Possible

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Name: Fanner Igor

Age: 17

Species: Slight cybernetic-mutated human

Class: Sophomore, Class D

Dorm: Ramshackle

Homeland: the Island of Woe

Looks: Shoulder length black hair, hazel eyes, somewhat pale skin, metal bionic left arm that stores all his magic, Night Raven Collage uniform with a pen with a blood red magestone, 6’3

Personality: Loyal, brave, honest, self reserved, distant from strangers, elusive, dangerous in a fight, ruthless at times, headstrong and resilient

Twisted from Bucky Barnes/the Winter Soldier from Marvel

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Name: Stephanie Alcayna

Age: 16

Species: Human

Class: Freshman, Class C

Dorm: Ramshackle

Homeland: Shaftlands

Looks: Long brown hair with a green streak in a ponytail, green eyes, goggles on her head, light tan skin, Night Raven Collage uniform with a dark green magestone, 5’3

Personality: Intelligent, scientific, geeky, understanding, kind, supportive, always willing to help, ruthless when pushed, obsessive at times, manipulative if needed, a bit impulsive

Twisted from Varian from Tangled the Series

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Name: Castor

Age: Five

Species: Mutated human

School: Black Pearl College

Looks: Short pink hair, dark skin, brown eyes, a smaller version of a Black Pearl Collage uniform, 40 inches tall

Personality: Mischievous, playful, curious, outgoing, and nice

Twisted from Morph from Treasure Planet

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Name: Khünbish Khadak

Age: 18

Species: Human

Class: Junior, Class A

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Homeland: the East

Looks: Shoulder length dark brown hair, yellow eyes with black sclera, somewhat pale skin, muscular, Savanaclaw uniform with a pen with a gold magestone in his pocket, fur lined boots, a glove on his right hand, 6’7

Personality: Arrogant, ruthless, sarcastic, merciless in a fight, sadistic, brutal, confident, and a bit hypocritical

Signature Spell: Falcon’s Eye, let’s him see from the nearest bird’s point of view

Twisted from Shan Yu from Mulan

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Name: Anwir Kongelige

Age: 17

Species: Human

Class: Sophomore, Class D

Dorm: Pomifore

Homeland: The Western Cays

Looks: Dark ginger short hair, freckles on his face, gray eyes, causation skin, fair built, Pomifore uniform with a pen with a dark purple magestone in the pocket, 5’9

Personality: Proud, ambitious, manipulative, kind (as a facade to trick people), entitlement, power hungry, intelligent, adaptable, quick thinking, resourceful, cruel, cold, liar, and apathetic

Signature Spell: Frozen Heart, allows him to turn anything he touches into an ice statue

Twisted from Hans from Frozen

@adrianasunderworld @anxious-twisted-vampire @achy-boo @mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress

[froggy-1988]

Red Flags are Flying

I’ve come down to just blocking very pushy people who want ‘tall Varian’ content - let me be clear, totally fine for people to headcannon Varian as being tall - boy has definitely got tall genes. Bombarding people you’ve not interacted with before with loads of messages about how they all should agree with you is just not cool. 

I honestly do not care about people’s height - I come from a tall family, all the men are six foot six, it has it’s pluses like always having somebody around to get things off the top shelves at supermarkets and draw backs like the fact that growing up every single mirror was out of my reach and I had to jump up and down or stand on tiptoes to see my reflection.

The biggest thing is - i’m actually a little taller than my husband. He is shorter than average at five foot four, and guess what - I find him super attractive and sexy - especially as he’s not in the slightest bit bothered by being short and dousn't’ care that I tower over him when I put my high heels on. Confidence is very attractive. 

So tall is fine, short and comfortable with it is also fine. 

And i’m pretty sure that this agree with me that Varian might be tall obsession is going to escalate to getting you to agree with them on more controversial subjects. 

When people try (and fail) to love bomb you and then get you to support something they’re saying by encouraging you to retweet it’s just a big red flag. 

Block block blockety block. 

[whiskyarts]

You know, I paid over 200 dollars for this drawing, and you know why? Because the artist is a nice person.

You are an unlikeable, unsympathetic person.

And I hate Varigo. It's one of the most toxic ships I know. I ship Cassarian and Varipunzel with all my love.

Omg tall Varian anon is this a throwaway account??? Actually are you the same person who flooded my ask box with buff Varian fanart because that was iconic actually sjsjsksk

Anyway, I'm glad you're supporting artists and commissioning people who's art you like! And that you're willing to pay that much! No one's gonna make you commission me or anyone else, but if you want specific art, you should consider commissioning more people instead of just spamming things in their ask boxes!

Also yeah Varigo toxic as hell, especially with the flavors I like lmao. I don't ship Cassarian (it feels one-sided) or Varipunzel (I see them more as siblings), but you have fun living your best life and enjoying the content that is out there!

[zonerobotnik]

Anyone who thinks Zany and Cheerio are the same person have not experienced the disgusting messages that Cheerio has sent me. Not once has Zany threatened my life or my son's life, unlike many others, and yet you guys act like they are the same person as those lunatics? No. Fuck you. Fuck off and get your heads out of your asses, you delusional fucks. If you had any sense, you'd realize that they all have different ways of speaking, different points of view on things and are definitely not all the same person. And they definitely, absolutely, are NOT Cheerio. A lot of people can share a similar opinion, but it doesn't make them a hivemind, nor does it make them the same person. And while Zany does have a preference, they don't insult me for drawing Varian, Danny or Gideon as twinks and supports my work to the point of being able to recognize even by a small screencap which characters of which particular AU I have that I am drawing. And while they may push boundaries a little, they are quick to apologize and change the subject when I tell them to, unlike so many others. I have not blocked Zany because Zany is a decent human being that just happens to have a fascination with the macabre. I have affectionately referred to them as being like the Addams Family, because while they may have some upsetting views, they don't mean any harm by them. They've even toned down on the human-hate talk because I expressed discomfort about it. But, in all this time, they have never once wished death upon me over a fictional character. They are better than most of the people I have dealt with both on AO3 and Tumblr, both Users and Anon, and calling them the same as Cheerio is lies, slander and libel I will not put up with. I don't care what the rumor mill says, but keep it out of my Askbox, you sick fucks. You can't tell me that I spent over five months being harassed, threatened and doxxed over a fictional character by those others and tell me that I can't tell the difference. Get off your high horses and grow the fuck up. Zany is a decent person. A little weird, but decent. And they don't use Anon. And it'd be great if you'd shut up and realize that not every anon is the same, even if they all wear the same mask.

Remember, one of these guys

was the Captain of the Royal Guard.

So, let's not paint them all with the same brush, okay? Sounds a little prejudiced to do that if you ask me. Not every Tall Varian stan is the same guy. Also, Cheerio is a militant Short Varian fan, so why you would think Cheerio is the same as the Tall Varian stans is beyond my level of comprehension. Talk about reaching with a ladder to the moon.

[lothirielswan]

"Please, Call Me Dadgar"

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

Quest Objective: Give Dadgars and Illidads to those in need.

A fleeting flicker of warmth bloomed in my chest. I said hi! And he saw me—! Well I didn't “say” hi technically, but— 

My view of Anduin was blocked by Wrathion’s hair. He leaned in front of me, gently tossing his head. His curls rippled. 

“Quickly, Eona! How are my talons? I had them sharpened and embedded with gold two days ago. Have they dulled?” Wrathion was nearly sitting on my lap as he waved in Anduin’s direction. 

“How did you get over here so fast?” I tried to push him off without making a scene. People were starting to glance at us. My eyes pleaded for Kalec’s help, only for him to muffle a laugh and point a finger at me under the table. 

Sometimes I wish I was an only child. Oh wait— 

“I take it you two—erm, three, have history,” Khadgar mused. I finally shoved Wrathion off and he landed in Kalec’s lap. 

“Oh, the perfume,” Kalec gagged as Wrathion poised himself on his new living pedestal. 

“There was some chemistry between King Wrynn and myself,” Wrathion waved at Anduin once more. Wrath had kept in touch with Anduin, so to speak. There were certain days where one might glimpse a massive black bird in a tree next to Stormwind Keep, peeking into one of the windows. 

“Chemistry?” I repeated. A hand supported my chin as I regarded the helpless heap of brothers next to me.

“It was always a regret of mine that you were the third wheel in our very sensual relationship,” Wrathion proclaimed with mock sympathy. “Not to worry, Eona. There is someone out there for you. Not all of our siblings are as fortunate, however…”

Kalec’s face puckered. He muttered under his breath,  “It is wrong to hit a five year-old. It is wrong to hit a five year-old…”

We had attracted more than a few stares (enough to make Khadgar resist the contents of his flask). Taran Zhu’s back was to us, shunning our party for our outbursts. I had enough of the summit. 

I slipped out of my seat and Khadgar’s reach as I sped towards the exit. The frost-bitten air revealed how hot my face was. My heart was still pounding from the thought of Anduin seeing me—and witnessing my overly-extroverted and dorky family. 

I didn’t take Wrathion’s approach in stalking Anduin over the years. I’d snuck in letters and received a few in return. I had made a quick appearance at Varian’s funeral, but few words were exchanged at the event. The distance between us felt long—not in a physical sense. Garrosh was gone. The red dragonflight was not fond of me (my mother’s reputation, of course). My standing among the Horde recovered after chasing Illidan and killing demons. But how could I speak to Andy about grieving monsters? How could I tell him about killing my mom’s best friend—?

I sat on the steps, wincing as the icy stone beneath me summoned memories of Northrend. I barely felt the cold, yet I still kicked the snow off the step near my foot.

“Eona?”

When I looked up, a shade of cobalt that made the color of the sky inferior filled my vision. I craned my neck to take in all of Anduin. 

“Hi. You’re tall now,” I said. He smiled. 

I started to stand when Andy offered me a gloved hand. Ever the gentleman. I paid particular attention to when our fingers touched, pleasantly surprised at the electric current that still passed between us. Some things hadn’t changed. 

At full height, I was eye level with his collarbone. I found myself subconsciously shifting to my tiptoes to be near eye level. Would it be weird to move to the step above him just to meet his gaze? 

“And you have freckles,” he replied. “They look beautiful.”

I tucked a hair away from my face. “Thanks. I like the ponytail. It’s a nice touch.”

“You think so? It’s a new style,” His averted his eyes from the praise, cheeks dusted pink.

“I think it suits you. You’re a lot more…metal-y than I remember, too,” I mused, poking his breastplate. 

Andy’s grin could’ve melted the ice on the entire mountainside. The longer I stared at his lips, the longer the summit and the world around us faded into a pale sky that was simply a canvas to his light. 

A short silence passed that I hadn’t registered until I realized neither of us had said a word. 

“I’m sorry—”

“I missed you—”

We paused. My apology and his statement hung in the air. For the first time today, Anduin frowned. “Why are you apologizing?” 

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been in the same room,” I never chose my words so delicately when addressing Anduin. I had always assumed that one day we would…continue where we left off. But my world feels too dark for someone as bright as Andy. “A lot has happened.”

Anduin nodded gravely. “Yes. That is true…I heard Garrosh is…”

I shrugged. “He’s old news.”

“I read your dissertation from your time at Dalaran.” 

I blinked in surprise. I had mentioned in some letters to Anduin that I studied at Dalaran during my time at Wyrmrest Temple. But I never spoke of my dissertation. Anduin continued,  “I enjoyed your musical pieces very much. I am intrigued, however, in why you decided to venture into legal studies when you published groundbreaking work on crystology.” 

A puff of steam escaped Andy’s lips, “You established a garrison on Draenor. You led battlement plans for attacking Argus—”

“You…followed my career,” I said softly.

Anduin shrugged. “It’s not the same as hearing it from you, but it’s a part of you. I’d be glad to hear more…if you’d like to tell me, that is.”

I smiled. He wasn’t the only one who was curious (or had an undercover black dragon thirsty for gossip). Khadgar was my other source, surprisingly. “I heard you published theological studies under the Exodar archives. You also tutored under Khadgar for a brief time to study Naaru and edited his section under Outland Magics.”

“I wanted to visit Shattrath myself, but my father wasn’t fond of me leaving the keep…” Andy’s voice trailed off. The smile that had caressed his face before faded into a firm line. “I miss him, too.” 

“I’m sorry, Andy—” Reflex took over and I reached out to touch his shoulder. 

The double doors to the temple slammed open. We broke apart as Khadgar and Illidan stormed out of the meeting. Khadgar scoffed; Illidan smirked. 

Remorse of discussing Varian still lingered on Anduin’s face. I flashed a fractured smile, “Want to borrow one of mine?”

“I can’t take you anywhere—oh, Anduin. Good day to you,” Khadgar’s tone lightened as he recognized Anduin. Khadgar’s eyebrows took on a form I didn’t like when he looked between Andy and I. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to unleash your pathetic fury on this pair for missing the meeting?” Illidan retorted, passing us down the stairs with barely a nod. 

“Says the one who impaled the table!” Khadgar pulled at his clipped ivory tresses. 

“There was a bug. It was unsanitary.”

“It was my finger.” 

“And I stand morally correct.” Illidan twirled one of his twin blades. A portal of murky emerald pooled in the air before him. “This was a waste of time.” 

“Do not expect me to go out for drinks with you later…! It seems you’ve made a friend, Eona,” Khadgar’s mood seemed to brighten as Illidan’s form was eaten by the energy of the portal and transported miles away. Khadgar took his place at my side on the step below, gripping my shoulders. “What a lovely well-mannered and good influence you find yourself in the company of.” 

I wanted to die of embarrassment. 

“You’re layering the Dadgar on pretty thick for someone carrying a flask,” I muttered to him, attempting once more to smile in front of Anduin and failing miserably. 

“Please don’t scare this one away. He’s the only one in our social circle that doesn’t have horns or hooves or gives me a reason to drink,” Khadgar continued to smile at Anduin the entire time he mumbled to me. “Will you be attending the retreat at Dalaran, Anduin?”

A retreat. Also code for the world leaders exhausted Taran Zhu’s hospitality and he was sending them nicely packaged to the Kirin Tor.

“Of course. It’s in the pamphlet,” Andy replied. 

Khadgar pressed a hand to his breast. “Don’t let this one go, Eon.”

“I can hear you, Archmage.”

“Please, call me Dadgar.”

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

[eggmuffinwaffles]

🕯️

ok i cant tell but i think this emoji has 2 questions attached to it so fuck it we ball ig idk which one u meant so ill answer both

was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

outside of just. regular burnout/etc. i think the fairy AU is definitely a fic that ended up taking me to a place i did not expect. this was supposed to be a 5k angst prompt and it ended up dragging me down a like 60k journey projecting so much onto hugo it was great truly the most unexpected brainworm ive ever had

how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

i got lots of Feelings on this that could be its own essay since i am definitely witnessing people Not engage with fandom in a healthy way (cough tall varian anon cough cough) but i think fandoms are at their healthiest when its a community built to support each other versus a community that fosters competitiveness/makes people feel pressured to put in energy they might not have.

i have Really bad generalized anxiety so dealing with anxiety while interacting with fandom is. an entire thing- usually it means i need to take steps back when im getting too chronically online/invested in things that literally don't matter or push myself out of my comfort zone (it took me. So Long to get the confidence to interact in comments let alone on social media). usually i just have to make sure im being honest with myself about my boundaries so that i know what they are and i can communicate when they're crossed- and also making sure im not letting myself feel pressured to create to impress people/make other people happy which i think is unfortunately a common mindset that can burn people out -> which reminder that you dont owe anyone anything. absolutely anything. fandom is for you- it's your hobby. if you don't want to read something, comment on something, write something, draw something, that's for you to decide and no one gets to guilt you for doing that. kisses for everyone reading this i love you and an extra big kiss to all the silent fandom members reading this you're so valid do what makes you feel comfortable with your limited free time

[nerdasaurus1200]

What do you mean with other tall varian anon? How many are there? What do they do?

Oh it’s a whole mess, there’s some that support Varian being tall and some who are against it. And then there’s a select few that take it way too far and verbally attack people in the fandom for thinking Varian is tall. One particular person that does this is nicknamed Cheerio, and it seems like they finally found me.

[rachelbethhines]

Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I simply LOVE tangled salt marathon. I often made me think about details I never noticed. You are a great person! Also, I just wanted to add, thank you for being pro-tall Varian. Sadly, most people still think Varian should remain small and frail forever to fit their fetish, but your support really helps! 😍 ,- your humble, Asasello.

Thank you.

All Varians are good Varians.

Tall Varians.

Short Varians.

Young Varians.

Old Varians.

Bearded Varians.

Clean shaven Varians.

Long haired Varians.

Short haired Varians.

Cannon Varians.

AU Varians.

Gender bent Varians.

Clone Varians.

Evil Varians.

Heroic Varians.

Gay Varians

Bi Varians

Ace Varians

Trans Varians

There's room for all.

[aquaquadrant]

Echo

Rating/Warnings: T (manipulation, emotional/physical abuse)

Timeline: FalsePrince!Varian AU by @lunarcrown

Summary: Struggling alone to free his father from the amber, Varian's luck seems to change for the better when he encounters a mysterious boy who promises to have all the answers and wields untold power. But as his new friend slowly grows more malicious and controlling, Varian finds himself pulled down an increasingly dark path that forces him to make a decision; how far is he willing to go to get what he wants?

A/N: Surpriiiiiise, I actually added on to my False Prince series! It just so happened to be lunarcrown’s birthday the other week so this was my (late) gift to her. Again, I’m really not intending to do a full-out fic here, but if I keep chipping away at these pseudo one-shots, perhaps we’ll end up with a full-fledged plot at some point. Who knows! Hope you enjoy, reblogs/comments are appreciated! - Aqua

Click here to read the previous chapters on A03.

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Echo

Queen Arianna of Corona slowly blinks open her eyes.

It takes a second for her vision to come into focus. She doesn’t recognize her surroundings at all. The room is large and cold, made of smooth, grey stone. With its windows boarded up and lit only by a few lanterns, it feels rather cave-like. It’s mostly empty, save for a few workbenches cluttered with… mechanical and scientific equipment? And a tall, hulking mass in the center of the room that’s covered by tarps.

Arianna is sitting on the ground against the wall and- with a jolt of alarm- she realizes her hands and ankles are tied, coarse rope chafing against her skin. Her mind is cloudy, as if she’s just awoken from a deep sleep. The last thing she remembers, she was at the castle and some unknown beast was wreaking havoc on the town-

“Oh, you’re awake.”

The voice is quiet, but startles her all the same. It sounds… like a young boy? Which isn’t at all what she’d expect of a kidnapper. Her gaze darts around the room, straining to see through the dim lighting.

“Who’s there?” she calls, willing her voice to come out steady.

After a moment, there’s movement. A boy steps out of the shadows.

He is young, thirteen or fourteen if Arianna had to guess. His black hair is shaggy, disheveled, and his light blue eyes are ringed with dark circles. He looks pale and malnourished, his freckled face sheened with sweat.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” the boy says. “You are merely bait to lure the princess here.”

There’s an echo to his voice. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever heard before; it sounds almost like another voice is speaking on top of him, low and hollow.

“Who…” Arianna stops; her own voice hadn’t echoed. A chill crawls down her spine. “Who are you?”

The question makes the boy huff- a faint laugh that echoes disconcertingly. “She didn’t mention me.” He doesn’t sound surprised. “Of course. My name is Varian.”

Arianna knits her brows together. “You mean Rapunzel?”

Something bitter twists Varian’s expression. “Yes, of course Rapunzel!” he spits, voice distorted by anger. “Who else? Everything’s all about Rapunzel, isn’t it?” He turns away, stalking towards the large object covered with tarps. “I was helping her with the black rocks- or, I was supposed to be. But then there was an… accident.”

In one smooth motion, Varian pulls the tarp away.

Arianna gasps.

A man is suspended in what looks like some kind of amber, his features frozen in pain. The honey-colored rock has grown out of glistening black spikes, broken through the stone floor with wicked sharp points. Arianna has never seen anything like it, and horror curls in her stomach.

Varian is watching her, something like dark satisfaction in his eyes. “Only the magic of her unbreakable hair can shatter the amber and free my father,” he says. “I asked her for help, when it happened. The day of the blizzard. But she refused to come, and she still hasn’t come.”

It takes Arianna a second to find her voice. The situation is wildly out of hand, and she has a deep-seated feeling that something is very wrong with Varian. She knows little of magic, familiar only with that of the sundrop flower, but there’s something unnatural in the air here, in the way Varian’s voice echoes. Either way, he seems incredibly unwell.

“Varian,” she starts carefully, “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. Please, let me help you.”

Varian rolls his eyes- the blatant disrespect is shocking. “Oh, so now you wanna help?”

“Yes,” Arianna insists. “It doesn’t have to be this way. Just set me free, and we can find Rapunzel together. We’ll help you, I-”

“Promise?” Varian interrupts, tilting his head. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

Arianna swallows. “I know my daughter, and she isn’t the kind of person to turn her back on a friend in need,” she says lowly. “How much of this does she know about? Have you even asked for her help since the storm?”

Varian scowls. “What’s the point? She’d still refuse to help me, I know it.”

“You don’t know that,” Arianna says firmly.

“Yes, I do!” Varian hisses. “My friend told me so!”

That makes Arianna pause. “What friend?”

Varian blinks. He takes half a step back, his stare going slightly unfocused. “She wants to meet you,” he murmurs, and it’s clear he’s not speaking to Arianna. A few tense seconds pass, during which Varian seems to be listening intently, before he nods to himself.

“Alright,” he says, turning towards one of those ominous black rocks in the center of the room. “Here.” He stops next to the rock and holds out his hand.

And now Arianna is even more concerned, because he’s gesturing at his own reflection.

Her gaze darts uncertainly between his face and his mirror image, gleaming in the shiny rock’s surface. Her mind is racing, struggling to figure out how she can get through to a boy so clearly unstable. But before she can say a word, the reflection in the rock moves.

Colors ripple across its surface, impossibly vibrant, and suddenly the reflection is a different boy entirely. It’s Varian, but not. His skin is a deep indigo, dotted with pink freckles, and his mouth has completely vanished from his face. His eyes, bright yellow with piercing pink pupils, bore into Arianna’s, slanting upward as if he’s smiling.

Dread settles heavy in Arianna’s bones. She knows instinctively that this creature, this apparition, is dangerous. His too-bright colors are reminiscent of the poisonous frogs she encountered once in a faraway land, what seems like a lifetime ago. Just looking at him is enough to make her hair stand on end.

“What is that?” Arianna breathes, aghast.

Varian shoots her a dark look. “My friend,” he says firmly. The multicolored reflection doesn’t move, still smiling his mouthless smile. “And the only one I need.”

Throat tight, Arianna shakes her head. “You can’t trust him,” she pleads. She doesn’t know where this certainty has come from, but it grips her with immense strength. “Please, Varian, let us help you-”

“It’s too late for that!” Varian snarls, but there’s something shaky in his eyes, like that of a dog biting out of fear. “This- this is the only way to save my dad.”

Arianna presses on. “You know that’s not true,” she urges. “I can tell you’re a smart boy, Varian, and I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. Please, it’s never too late to do the right thing.”

Varian hesitates. “I’m… I’m not hurting anyone,” he protests, but his voice is small. “I just… need you to bring her here, and then she can free my dad.”

“You think no one got hurt in that attack on the capital?” Arianna asks carefully. She’s already determined it must’ve been a distraction set by Varian, and his startled look confirms it. “I didn’t get a good look at the creature, but I know it was big.”

Something shudders in Varian’s expression. “Ruddiger…” He swallows. “I- I didn’t mean-”

All at once, Varian’s breath is cut off in a strangled gasp. He falls against one of the workbenches, hard, clutching at his chest right over his heart. For a terrifying moment, Arianna thinks he’s having some kind of heart attack.

But just as quickly, whatever pain he’s in seems to pass. Varian slowly rights himself, catching his breath. “You’re right,” he’s mumbling quietly, a few stray tears streaking down his face. “You’re right, I- I’m sorry, I won’t…”

“Are you okay?” Arianna asks tentatively.

Varian’s head jerks up, as if he’s just remembered she’s there. His jaw sets into a hard line, and he scrubs a gloved hand over his face. “I’m fine,” he says shortly. “And I’m done listening to your lies.”

Arianna opens her mouth to protest, but Varian shoots her a withering look. At the same time, the reflection holds a gloved finger up to his nonexistent mouth, his half-moon eyes equal parts gleeful and warning.

Arianna closes her mouth.

“Now, the princess will come for you,” Varian says, the echo in his voice even louder. “And when she does, we’ll finally get everything we want.”

And as Varian says it, there’s the briefest flash of pink in his eyes.

~*~