#thankyou cass for starting this

[azrielwingspan]

'SOMEONE' (AZRIEL X READER)- PART 2

Summary: You are convinced that Azriel was the one to send the note. Anxious about facing him, you lose yourself in your head but strangely, things are turning out...weird.

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Thankyou so much for the response on the first part you guys! It was supposed to be a one shot but due to popular demand, I wrote down a second. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous about this because peer pressure haha. Really hope this meets expectations. Did my best to make it fun and playful.

Read Part-1 here.

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'It's hard not to pry when you're involved.' The words kept flitting through your mind , jumbling your thoughts and stirring up a butterfly party in your stomach.

You knew it was from Azriel. Who else could it be ? Not believing it at first, you tried to think of all other possibilities and came up with zero. No else could possibly know about it.

Except him.

After stewing upon the unexpected turn of events for a good couple of hours, you did something anyone else in your position would've done.

You tried to hide.

From a spymaster.

You were really setting standards in the department of intelligence.

It had all started when you were having lunch with Cass and Mor at the House of Wind. "How was your new book?" Mor asked stuffing herself with the mashed potato in front of her. "It was alright. It just felt a little flat." you stabbed at the piece of chicken on your plate.

"Why the gloomy face? Everything okay?" Cass looked at your face intently. You sat up a little straighter, forcing a small smile onto your face. "I'm great."

"Are you on something?" Your head shot towards Mor, a flabbergasted look on your face.

"What made you say that?"

"You've been acting weird since yesterday and just this morning you stared off into space with a stupid smile on your face. Now, you're gloomy. I've seen this before--"

"Oh for Mother's sake, I'm not on anything Mor." A choked laugh burst out of you at the incredulity of it.

"Is it because of the stable boy thing yesterday? Shit Y/N, we didn't know you still --"

You narrowed your eyes at Cass , daring him to finish that statement. He immediately backed off, putting up his hands in the air.

"Just a concerned friend." He said with a teasing smile.

"You guys are the worst." Soft laughter was shared between the three of you before disaster struck.

Footsteps echoed from the stairwell making your head whip towards it. Eyes widening a fraction, your brain was thrown into a whirlpool of thoughts , each one fighting for dominance over the other. You knew with absolute certainty that it was him. There was no one else in the house. You also knew the sound of his footsteps but that was a fact to be pondered upon on a different day.

Wait, he was a spymaster. Why was he making a sound in the first place?

He wants you to know. Doesn't want to catch you off guard. The still functioning part of your brain helps you out.

"Are you having a seizure?" Mor's voice registered in your head.

"No , but I might." you muttered under your breath, your body reacting before your mind could give it a command. Almost stumbling from your chair all the while trying to look as unbothered as possible, you excused yourself from the table mumbling a reason to your companions.

Exit points available. The stairwell. Your mind supplied. YOU CAN'T PASS BY HIM. DO BETTER.

The plant. - THE PLANT ?! What were you supposed to do ? Photosynthesize yourself ?!

Under the table.- Ah yes. Have a front row view to his crotch. Way to go.

Balcony.- We don't have WINGS! You screamed at yourself.

The door to your right.- Finally. A good option.

Your face must have exhibited a plethora of emotions during the internalized battle with yourself because Mor and Cass were staring at you like you had two heads.

"Y/N. Please sit down. Something is seriously wrong." Cass said rising from his chair.

"No. No. I just forgot to do something very very important. I'm going to be screwed. I just need to---"

"Have lunch. I'll help you out with whatever it is." The voice like night whispered over your skin setting off goosebumps in its wake. His scent enveloped you, taunting and teasing your senses. It almost seemed to whisper- Look at me.

So you did.

You had expected a smirk or a smile or even a twinkle in his eye. Nothing. No hint or trace of what had happened. No clue to suggest that he knew or that he was the one to send the note.

What if you were wrong? What if it wasn't him but someone else playing a joke on you?

"No it's alright. I..." You didn't get to finish the sentence as he pulled your chair back and motioned for you to sit down.

Sighing out loud you returned to your place at the table trying not to look at Azriel as he took the seat across. "What did you forget?" Cass was starting to sound suspicious. Racking your brain for a quick and believable answer, you blurted out "I have to respond to a letter. A very important one."

The double meaning of your reply hit you the moment it left your mouth. Your body betrayed you and turned your gaze towards Azriel.

Nothing. Blank as a slate.

Starting to grow frustrated, you stabbed into your chicken a little too enthusiastically.

"It's already dead." Azriel said dryly, not even bothering to look up from his food.

Mor let out a snort and thankfully started to recall a conversation she had with a friend of hers. You could feel the tension leave your body as the conversation and attention was steered away from you.

Get your shit together.

Fortunately, all of you were done eating not long after and everyone went back to their duties. Azriel hadn't said or done anything for the rest of the afternoon and you were seriously starting to doubt if you were wrong.

You made your way back to your room trying to make sense of your emotions along the way. There was a sense of relief that Azriel didn't know and yet it was tinged with the undertones of disappointment that he didn't know after all.

Did you want him to know or did you not?

You didn't know. UGH. Idiot.

Stepping into your room, you almost missed the note that caught under your foot.

Fuck. Another one.

Heart thudding painfully, you picked it up with trembling hands. It read:

Anyone is capable of falling in love with your heart. Me? I want to be the someone you give it to. -'Someone'

A/N: I did not intend to end it this way at all but here we areeee. Hope you guys enjoyed it !

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[stargirlie25]

Me through reading all the ACOTAR books.

ACOTAR: Ew Nesta and Elain are so annoying. This is going to be the best series, Feyre is such a baddie! Awww feylin so cute! DAMN LUCIENNN. I know she ends up with Rhysand but im not vibing with him......how can ACOMAF excuse this?

ACOMAF: Ohk feysands kinda cute but i dont think we can justify all that....Oooooo Cassian and azrielllllll! Awww i hope Mor and Azriel gets a book! *Goes to tiktok and finds out mor is gay* damn Azriel.OMG I LOVE NESTA NOWW PERIOD POP OFF SIS MY QUEENNN. Elain is there too. Ooooo Nessian. Elain and Azriel? I mean as long as its not mor! NAHHH GIRL DONT U DARE BLAME LULU BLAME TAMLIN! OMG ELAIN AND LUCIEN???

ACOWAR: Feyre isnt really feyre-ing any more :(.OH HELL NO SCREW IANTHE NO WAY YOU DID THAT TO MY MANSSS!!! MY POOR LULUUU Why feyre lowkey being such a bitach?

Awww Elucien is so tender! LUCIEN AS A MATE AWWEEEE. Damn Nessian making me sqeual. Lucien went away to find the queen from elains vision! OMG. CASSIAN IS SOOO FINEEEE, elriel is lowkey getting boring....Why is she disrespecting tarquin? He has ALL rights to be upset. Ok tamlin in the HL meeting is being pretty annoying and doing nothing but feyre did nothing as well but NESTA ARCHERON THE WOMAN YOU ARE!!!!! WTHHH HELION AND LUCIEN??????? OMG the war!!! NO THE SURIELLL. THE BONE CARVER NOOOO THE WITCH LADY I FORGOT HER NAME BUT NOOOOOO. THE ELAIN. THE FEYRE. THE NESTA. Omg i have no regrets in my life but this.Damn Nessian ur hurting me. NOOO papa arhceron diedddddddddddd. Damn Ok Elain and Nesta king slayers! Oh rhysand died........i know damn well he gonna come back......´´Be happy feyre´´ bawling. Omggg Lucien was besties with papa archeron???? THE ONLY FATHER FIGURE HE HADDDD DAMN WHY ISNT FEYRE TELLING LUCIEN?? Awww lucien and feyre hug! Cass and feyre are cute but i miss the og´s! Ok girl you flying.

ACOFAS: Snoring. YALL ARE CUTE BUT IM BOREDDD AS HELL. Ok literally no one asked for this Mor pov. Wait why did Elain invite lulu if she is uncomfortable around him? Her power? Elriel kinda gave me brother and sister but i guess elain likes him now.....HI EMERIE IVE HEARD ABT YOUUUUU!!! I just want my girl Nesta, feyre u are not feyreing.

ACOSF: I love nesta so much!!!!!!! Cassian is acting like Rhysands frikcing dog. I hate amren soo much. WHY is Elain acting like shes the victim like nesta told you to leave and now you crying?? Girl you are 23 years old! Ok respect azriel has never disrespected my Nesta. Aw nesta gwyn and emeries friendship is the best one yet!!!!!! Azriel is starting to show an actual personality.....With Gwyn? Okay Gwynriel is so cuteee *sees elucien and gwynriel theories* 100% on board with this!!!!! DAMN the Valkyries! I am so excited for all the other girls to tag along! Just imagine a MOB of nesta gwyn and emerie!!! Eris? HELLL YAHHHHHHH VANSERRAS FOR LIFEEEEEE!!!! YOU ARE TELLING ME CASSIAN DID NOT SAY I LOVE YOU ONCE? Of course nesta lost her powers and she obviously lost them for the sake of the main characters that im bored of :(

ACOA (A court of Azriel): You got her a rose flower......because she likes flowers??? Why is this man so insecure about his hands around her? That cant be right......MISTAKE? THANKYOU RHYSAND FOR STOPPING THIS MADNESS! Wow he just wanted to F**k her and thats it? WTH is Gwyn doing here? Ok creepy Azriel is gone and this new azriel is here? Aweee he is actually kinda cutie now and he is laughing? HE SINGS???? OMG SHE SINGS THO! His shadows singing and dancing with her??? Cuteeeeeee, Ok so he gave the necklace to clotho to give to gwyn, thats cute she does in fact deserve something beautiful like that but why Elains? Ig its the though that counts. SPARKED IN HIS CHEST???? THATS ROWAELIN/NESSIAN LANGUAGE!!!! HOW does her picture it proper?? Glowing and secret? Where the hell did he tuck the image bruhhh?

A thing of secret lovely beauty. AHHHHHHHH clotho and the shadows are team Gwynriel for sure! Gwynriel are sooo mates tho and i hate Elriel with every fiber in my being. How did azriel go from mr. creep to mr. melts my heart?

After finishing: Wow everybody on tiktok are elriels. They are so confident elriel is endgame? Hmmmm but none of their points make sense but i cant explain in a comment section! Maybe Gwynriel and Elucien isnt endgame :(

*Downloads tumblr*

Gwynriel and Eluciens on tumblr have their freaking masters degree DAMN

[poke-bon]

Hello! I'm doing a rewatch of Supernatural! I started this halfway through season 9 and it's the first time I've done this. I've seen the first 6 seasons multiple times over the 18ish years but never caught up so I'm doing that now and having a wonderful show. I would honestly watch these two idiots do anything! Hope you enjoy the ramblings!

- deans boys home episode fucking had me crying. John Winchester I will fight you

- Kevin and Miss Tran is the most tragic story in this show to date.

- Kevin: just be nice to each to each other, yeah? Sam: yeah, promise. *Walks away*

- we're going to need snorkels, we'll be swimming in so much p-

- Not Moose.....hah

- Crowley's Winchester Intervention. This show is a comedy

- oh no, deans on the hooch again

- Shirley McLain??

- Gabriel!!! I knew they'd bring him back somehow

- wait that's not Gabriel is it

- why is he sacrificing himself again when he wants to be the king of heaven? Why is he pushing Castiel? Why is everyone pushing Cass?

- There it is....

- How fucking deep has Metatron gone??!!

- lmao Metatron burdening Cass with the knowledge of Fandom

- for a person who loves vampires, I really find the vampire eps in Supernatural so fking boring. I don't know what it is.

- look at me, bitch - I know between this and stabbing #thinman it's heralding Dean turning dark(er) but why was that kinda.....????

- Sammy sit down babe, you have no blood

- Taylor Swift reference last ep and now this ep, please let it end there

- I could go into detail but I'm not going to - is something I'm going to adapt into my life

- I love it when the boys aren't the main stars of the episode, it's so much fun

- David and Ennis buddy show when?

- I've always wanted to see more day-to-day monster life, this is cool. Real urban fantasy hours.

- I do feel like I'm watching a soap opera episode tho. What's gonna happen with the monster mob??

- oof seeya Abaddon

- I am a big fan of Crowley and I am an even bigger fan of seeing Crowley struggle with humanity

- did Dean just wake Sam up like George McFly?

- Dean claiming his fine about the blade.... Winchesters be honest with each other challenge

- Agent Spears and Aguilera LOL

- Metatron thankyou for gracing us with Castiel pop culture references

- Metatron with all due respect - you suck

- Castiel's Angels HQ

- I honestly love Castiel the Angel after he's experienced humanity too. Its so interesting.

- I didn't really get Samstiel before this season but now I do. I like the private moments between Sam and Cass, it's like they understand each other on a level they don't see elsewhere.

- jesus christ Metatron is such a slug (no hate to slugs)

- "a nerd trying to be one of the popular kids" NAILED IT

- ooof, Winchester toxic masculinity. They are doing alot of work on themselves but it still shines through every now and again

- Tessa Tessa??!!!

- Tessa!!!!

- oh no, she's in the cult

- I truly was hoping that Metatron would lose the bowling game. Suck shit loser.

- I'm very pop culture savvy now - AND I LOVE IT

- Dean Winchester does not like rules....I am concerned

- Indiana Jones trials bitch!!!!!!!

- this is a dictatorship - jesus Dean, did the spirit of you father just fly out of your mouth or did you mean to say that?

- ooof gadreel came in peace. not hot anymore, just gross. Dean get help.

- CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

- good lord, these boys will just throw themselves at anything that solves a short term problem forgetting down the track it will ALWAYS come back to haunt them

- is this Cain and Abel thing going to be prophetic of things to come I wonder

- I hate Metatron so much. Flame. Flames! Flames....down the side of my face. Breathing. Breathless. Heavy breaths.

- Sam is going to be so pissed when he wakes up

- okay, Metatron is cooking with the god doesn't care spiel...like I get it but there had to be another way bro

- Use the force Dean

- oh shit

- wake up buddy 😭😭😭😭

- Just a hunch, considering there's going to be 6 more seasons...I think he'll be right

- what did they do to my boy??!

End of season!! Hope you enjoyed. Will probably do this again.

[honeynutholland]

To start off, I’d like to thank Cass aka @purelyparker for starting MCU Body Inclusiveness Day. When I first saw her post about it, I wanted to participate, but I wasn’t comfortable enough with myself to post a full body picture... After seeing my mutuals post their pictures and stories about struggling with body image, it inspired me. 

Growing up, I’ve always struggled with loving myself. There were so many things about my body that made and still do make me self-conscious. When I was younger, I was little overweight and I was so insecure. I’ve struggled with my weight for years and today, I’m at a relatively healthy body weight and I’m happy with how I look, but even then, I still have my days. 

One thing I’ve always been self-conscious about is the size of my boobs and how they aren’t proportional to the rest of my body. My friends teased me about my boobs, or lack thereof, for years. I’m still slightly embarrassed when I go shopping and have to buy AA or A cup bras. Honestly, you can’t even see my boobs when I wear hoodies. I look flat as heck, but hoodies are so comfy, so who cares?? 

Another thing I’m self-conscious about is my thighs. For years, my mom and aunts would always point out how big my thighs were and how they’re covered in stretch marks. When I sat down, I would always look at my thighs and think holy fuck. my thighs are consuming the chair. To change how I looked at my thighs, I started squatting a lot. Although it didn’t make my thighs any smaller, every time I flexed, I loved the way my quads looked. Now, I couldn’t care less about whatever my mom and aunts have to say about my thighs.

Although I don’t have the abs I used to dream of, I love myself more than I used to. Just last year, I would’ve never been confident enough to post photos of myself in a sports bra on social media, but here I am now!  I still have a long way to go before I completely love myself, but I’m proud of how far I’ve come with accepting my body. I had my struggle with body image throughout my childhood typed out, but this post is already pretty long, so everything is under the cut if you wanna read 😊 

In kindergarten, I noticed that I had a lot more body hair than other girls and even some of the boys in my class. Back then, I had my days. Some days, I’d be overly focused on it and rub my arms a lot or keep my sweater on. Other days, I was just like any other carefree 6 year old, running around without a care in the world. This was also when my mom noticed that I had a random patch of hair growing on my neck and would shave it for me every week. When I was 7, I remember trying to shave my arms in the shower and I ended up with a ton of cuts all over. 

In 2nd grade, I started obsessively weighing myself. Although I wasn’t dieting or doing any physical activity outside of my PE class then, I would get on the scale in my washroom every day to see whether I lost or gained weight. At some point during that year, my mom hid the scale so I’d stop looking at my weight. The following year when I was in 3rd grade, we were celebrating my mom’s birthday at her friend’s house. I remember going upstairs and finding a scale in the washroom. When I first saw it, I told myself that I wouldn’t get on it, but in the end, I did and I saw the numbers. I’m so fat, 80 pounds at 8 years old... I went downstairs and sat quietly until the cake was brought out. That was when the tears started flowing. No one knew why I was crying and no one wanted to ask. When they handed me a piece of the cake, I cried even harder and pushed it away. This was also the year, where a boy in my class, the new kid, started bullying me. He’d pick on me and tell my friends not to choose me for their team during our lunch time soccer games because I was “too fat and slow” to run for the ball. I coped with it by binge eating, going through whole boxes of Rice Krispies after school and just eating all the snacks my mom left in a cupboard. 

In 4th grade, I was hospitalized for a blood infection. I was in the hospital from 7am-12pm for a round of fluids, going home afterwards to sleep until I had to go back again from 7pm-12am for more fluids. This process went on for 5 days and as you could probably guess, I had no appetite throughout the whole treatment. I lost about 10 pounds during the week and when I was finally feeling better, my mom’s friend came over to visit and said “Wow, she’s so skinny now!” At the time, I was so proud of myself because someone said I was skinny!

During my last 2 years of elementary, I was somewhat comfortable with my body. I signed up for my school teams and had fun competing in various sports. However, when my grade 7 graduation rolled around, I realized that I didn’t really fit my dress and I thought I looked disgusting in it. It was too late to get a new dress, so I just wore a cardigan to hide the fact that my armpit fat was spilling over the dress. 

In high school, everything got worse. When I was in 8th grade, I basically started starving myself, eating a small portion, if any at all, before throwing the rest of it out or bringing it home to eat. I was only eating one meal a day, dinner, no breakfast or lunch. I was too ashamed to eat in front of my friends and was hoping that it’d help me lose weight. This continued for the next 3 years until I found a group of friends during at the end of my sophomore year I was comfortable eating around. I also started going to the gym during my sophomore year to stay active and maintain my weight, which worked because for the next 2 years, I was basically the same weight and honestly, I was so proud of myself.

[miscellaneous-obsession]

hi!! can I request the Dimitrescus and maybe Donna reacting the first time they see us wearing a dinosaur/unicorn onesie? this just came into my mind LMAO! THANKYOU :')

I had far too many ideas when it came to this ask, thank you Anon, writing this brought a big smile to my face :)

Apologies for not posting for a week, I wasn’t very well but now I’m back and writing!!

Donna:

Poor Donna has suffered enough in life, both of fear and frights, so a unicorn onesie would be a safe bet.

As Donna potentially is a seamstress, creating delicate, ornate outfits for her friends dotted about her home, it is safe to say she would be thrilled to try making the one-piece for you, given that she has prior knowledge regarding the fabled creature.

However, if the animal is beyond her comprehension or materials are more difficult than initially thought to acquire, she will turn to the Duke’s services to procure the item with her own money, despite your protests.

With either instance, Donna will feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pride seeing your frame enclosed in the onesie. Her smile behind the veil widens, reaching her eye as you radiate pure joy.

She will find herself bundled into a hug instantly, possibly one with a spin if comfortable. A huff of breath will escape her mouth when set down, choosing to hold your hand as you utter praises and thanks continuously.

And we can’t forget Angie; she will have no idea as to what a onesie is nor a unicorn, but boy, once she sees you in your own, she all but demands a matching set.

Alcina:

Finding her significant other encompassed by the soft green material, deemed to resemble a dinosaur, didn't fail to bring a smile to red-painted lips.

Lady Dimitrescu quite frankly oozes composure, refraining herself from expressing her initial reaction of a scoff or laugh, knowing how it could be misconstrued or upsetting.

Favouring her grin and need to admire your beaming expression, the lady cups your cherub cheeks in her palms. Only when you mimicked a "Rawr," typically heard when her middle child tormented staff for pleasure, did Alcina chuckle, the moment calling for joviality. 

She herself would not desire a matching outfit, but she would be more than happy to purchase an abundance for you if needs must.

She is sure her daughters will catch wind of this new item of clothing, the certainty so high she has the Duke on standby with orders waiting.

Bela:

Confusion and curiosity. Both will be evident by her frozen stance as she rounds the corner.

Her response, albeit delayed, will come in the form of widened eyes and cautious steps, hands mapping the cotton-like fabric with care.

A verbal response is out of the question at first, until realisation dawns upon her that you are mimicking a dinosaur in this unique ensemble.

It is then that appreciation, particularly for the warmth it retains, is made known. Bela will not hesitate to whisk you off elsewhere, preferably a sofa or her bed, to cuddle and leech off of the heat she desperately desires.

The blonde will begrudgingly agree to have one purchased, a match to your own. Being coordinated with you, something commonplace to share with her sisters is thrilling.

Cassandra:

Cassandra will find it endearing, humorous, almost as she comes across you in a dinosaur onesie, acting fierce and ferocious.

The brunette laughs in delight as you pounce forward, making half-hearted attempts to bite her neck. Keeping you close, she holds and supports your frame in her arms, not wishing for the fun to end prematurely.

With minimal taunting and teasing, Cassandra takes your bait, seeing the creation of a challenge, a game of tag. Promised a thirty-second head start, you bound as fast as possible out of the room, struggling to accommodate your onesie with every step.

However, those spare seconds amount to nothing as Cassandra’s pace is unmatched. Rounding the corner, her giggles follow as she observes your altered gait and lack of balance, brought on by the new appendage of a tail that you subsequently stumble over.

Before colliding with the ground, Cass lurched forward, bearing the brunt of the fall. You watch as the brunette’s lips turn upward into a smile, teeth catching the light, proud to have won, “Hmmm, I think I am owed my reward, iubi.”

Daniela:

Dani squeals, rushing over instantly as she lays her eyes upon you in a unicorn onesie. Blood free hands come to caress the clothing, fingers raking through the multicoloured mane in awe.

In that very moment, Daniela will plead to hear of the fables in which unicorns exist and prevail, mirroring the spike in her curiosity and enthusiasm.

If cold, she has no qualms in attempting to share the space of your own onesie, choosing to cram her hands into the pockets or partially disperse into her swarm, a small proportion of which flit into the outfit, nestling comfortably in gaps of material. 

You can bet this redhead will demand an abundance of hugs while you wear the item and will even go as far as to commission one for herself to ensure that you both are a matching pair.

After getting her own onesie, she will parade the two of you around, flouting your relationship unashamedly before the castle’s staff, grinning like the Cheshire cat with every gaze cast your way. 

[sigridhawke]

tagged by @ink-flavored ! Thankyou for the tag!

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know/catch up with

Last movie at home: Pacific Rim

Favorite color: Red (I think this is the correct answer lmao)

Last song: Out of the Black, Royal Blood. May or may not have been listening to a spotify playlist while doodling a certain dragonborn haha

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Sweet. I crave the sugary delights even if they hurt me.

Currently reading: They’ve been... started I just need to decide which I’m going to properly commit to first. Also want to try and read Keep the Light Shining this year-

Good Omens - by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Assassin’s Creed Origins, Desert Oath - by Oliver Bowden

Currently working on: There’s smaller/other projects too but probably my main focuses for this year, pretty much everything is started in some capacity.

The Divine Dragon

Toei Vampire AU

Crimson

Working title Royal/Thief KnB AU

Working title Sk8/YGO crossover - Collab with Cass

Working title SB69/Kirin AU - Comic collab with Tash

Dragon Age Tapestry - Art project I’ve been putting off for years, it deserves a place on this list lmao. Gonna try and make progress on it this year.

Tagging (no pressure!): @addicted-to-procrastination @cursedkaze @talkatave @miscellaneousrenaissant @blutkatze @inuconen @carura

[lackadaisicalnereid]

queen of WIPs

So I was nudged by @bohemicns and @elasticella (thank you <3) to list my WIPs & here they are - at least of course, the ones I’ve at least thought about doing something with in the last few months. I’ll happily blabber more about any/all of them

1 my gossip girl dan/blair multichapter with dan/blair starting an affair in paris while he's married to serena (ikr?) which i’m having trouble deciding the direction of 2 my jeremy/elena/caroline as leia/luke/han star wars a new hope AU (what even?) 3 my started like 1+ year ago wicdiv luci/laura thing where cass somehow also budged in and now neither her nor i are sure if she wants to rescue laura from luci, rescue luci from laura, or just say 'fuck it' and join them 4 my veronica mars (first ever!) logan/veronica something where they stumble across each other at a gas station (ah, liminal spaces, amirite)  5 my (first ever!) riverdale reggie/veronica enemies & lovers something (thankyou @bohemicns for making me do this) also omg no idea who to tag plz tag yourself if you wanna play with me

[flowers-for-flamingos]

S3E2 Return of the King Review Part 1

Okay, so I'm back at it again with another review on the new episodes. This episode, definitely a favorite of mine.

Starting this episode off with a great new journal page. We can see Varian, Cass, her blue friend, looks like Angry and Red down there next to Lance. Also, look at how Rapunzel is on one page and Cass is on the other.

Oooo, the Stabington brothers are back again.

Eugene is just all around fantastic. Plus, Zachary Levi's line delivery will never get enough credit. The way he voices Eugene, especially in this episode, is amazing. I love how he doesn't make it on the wagon and just starts yelling "MAXMAXMAXMAX!" Before Max helps him up and his little "THANKYOU!" after, too. Plus his little, "Nice save, but she's really gotta work on that landing"

Adding this to my list of "favorite Eugene Fitzherbert faces"

One of the reasons I love this episode so much is that Eugene doesn't forgive his father, not completely and not right away. He's upset that Edmund wants to come back into his life 24 years later. And Rapunzel understands that Eugene doesn't want to forgive him now, but should at least hear him out. That Edmund didn't want to give up Eugene.

Plus the little "I'm sorry, is that my boot?" And Raps just takes his hand, almost like she's telling him to leave it be.

The whole "I-I've been robbed! So that's what that feels like." Is great. Anytime Eugene brings up his thevory just makes me laugh.

Also, Pascal is 100% done with Eugene.

This whole silent argument between Rapunzel and Eugene is hilarious, and the way Eugene opens his eye slightly because he knows she's giving him that look. And he finally gives in and her little smug smile, all around adorible.

Horace! That's horrible. Please never call him that, ever. Just, no.

Also again probs to Zach's voice acting. The little voice crack and screech at the end of "EugENE!" Is great.

Also, also, I made myself sad by thinking about if Cass knew the Eugene's name used to be Horace she would tease him forever. So there I made you all sad, too. Whoops.

This whole scene is pure comedy gold. Plus Eugene's "I don't want any of your pocket pudding."

Also the way they loose their weapons is great.

Ok, this is very cute. And Eugene has already proven to be a enormous nerd, but it's nice to have reminders from time to time.

Okay, so for the reason I love this episode so much I'm doing two parts because wow! There is a lot of goodness in this episode and Eugene is my favorite so I gotta give him love.

Part 2 coming soon :)

[dyketectivecomics]

{{ Characters and headcanons! Can I get Cass for 12, Babs for 5, Raven for 13, and I can't choose whether Zatanna or John or Magicblazer in general for either 14 or 15, please and thankyou!

Zira i owe you My Life™ and i love u (#s come from this post, y'all free feel to send in more characters+numbers to my inbox) 

Cass - Jewelry headcanon: kind of canon, kind of my own, but i def don’t see cass as the type to accessorize too much unless its for undercover work. so she’s never esp Concerned™ about jewelry. However. I love the idea of Bruce leaving Martha’s jewelry for her to use whenever she needs, or if any strike her fancy and there being ofc a Big Moment with her donning that pearl necklace for a family portrait and tears flying and ok I'ma shut up now before i start crying too 

Babs - Bathing/showering headcanon: OKAY, so i know i already included that line in Averting Disaster but IMA MENTION IT AGAIN. Babs ABSOLUTELY needs her Bath Time to unwind from Difficult Cases. she’s still a Shower Person when it comes to Actual bathing routines, but she indulges in a bath when the work Really Gets To Her. She’s got a collection of salts and bombs and oils and Everything man. let the girl chillax.

Raven - Nickname headcanon: as far as GIVING nicknames go, Rae’s not big on that. i mean thats been p much a given for her character since the Beginning. but if someone Introduces themselves with a Nickname, or treats it as their Preferred name, she’ll absolutely respect that. Now as far as Getting Nicknames, I’m overly fond of the idea of the Night Force giving her some of the Obvious Poe References (i.e. Lenore) but also various Song Titles (it starts with Roxanne, Rhiannon & Rosanna, but then they just start pulling up Cecilia, Iris, Jolene, i mean the list can really go on and on from there. she gets a new one everytime Zach gets a new one too. its gonna be a Running Gag.)

Magicblazer - Dancing & Singing headcanons: I’m ABSOLUTELY putting these together now OKAY SO- John? Yeah, he’s got experience making an ass of himself on-stage so he can pull a few solo moves, but anytime he tries to partner up with someone? the man’s got two left feet and both of them are stepping on Zee’s. Even After they try enchanting his shoes. it’s Hopeless. Zee’s usually the one doing the leading, after awhile, which John’s Begrudgingly Okay with. Now as far as singing goes? Ofc Zee’s got a voice. She’s an Entertainer gotdammit! John can still carry a tune ofc, he may not be On-Stage any more but theres a reason Mucous Membrane did as well as they did! Get these two together for a duet STAT @ dc. THERES where the REAL magic awaits! maybe i should just go ahead and write a fic abt that then lmao.

[the1rei]

Bloomin' Ross pt67

The date is one, first are always the hardest.  a few lifted lines. 

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The stars above hung in a perfect tapestry the sky clear, free of clouds allowing the full bright moon to shine down on the streets of Corona illuminating them in its soft light.  The ships in the bay were still, and the undisturbed water reflected the stars and moon like a shimmering mirror.  

Rose couldn't quite enjoy it as she paced around the table yet again adjusting the silverware she had borrowed from a friend of her mother, assuring herself for the hundredth time that it was in the right placement.  She shifted one of the wine glasses, borrowed from another friend, a few millimeters then back again assured it was perpendicular to the other.  

Rose remembered to breathe and told herself that everything was alright and set up perfectly.  She seemed to convince herself of that for a moment at least and turned her sights on herself.  Her mother had lamented that the only even slightly fancy thing Rose had ever had to wear had been recently handed down to Claire.  The particulars of how her mother had freshly washed and dried her clothes while Rose washed and prepared the meal for the night is something Rose couldn't fathom, but they were clean, and so was she.  Her hair washed, brushed and now even dried, she was soot and sweat-free, and that was the best she could manage.  

"This is nice," Rose jumped at the sudden sound, whipping around to see Cass approaching.  She was staring out at the water watching the shimmer of the stars on the water.  Rose pinned herself against the table staring fearfully at Cass.  Suddenly this whole thing seemed like the worst plan ever and maybe if she just didn't move Cass wouldn't notice the table.  

Cass' eyes met Rose's, and the redhead tried to smile casually and seemed to deflect any potential concern for the moment.  Then Cass' eyes dropped to the table behind her, and she smiled again, "Dinner?"  

At the sight of Cass' smile, Rose filled with such euphoria that all she could do was smile, step aside, and present the table with a nod.  Cass looked at the fancy set up and blushed, glancing away shyly, "You certainly went all out."  

"W-well," Rose moved over to Cass' side of the table and nearly tripped over the chair, but catching herself, she quickly pulled out Cass' chair.  "I just wanted it to be perfect, a-as thanks for what you did."  

Cass gave a questioning look moving over to Rose who wondered if her dress always swished that much.  "For what I did?"  

"You gave up your sword to save Pyrepy."  Rose nearly gasped, wondering how Cass could have already forgotten such a thing.  She adjusted the chair to keep herself from saying anything else, the last thing Cass would like is for her to fall into a series of prostrative gratitude.  

Cass seemed to take that as another invitation to sit down and did so her eyes going to the perfect view of the water again.  "Well, I couldn't just let him hurt Pyrepy if I could have stopped him another way with my sword I would have, especially after what he did to the guards."  

"How are they?"  Rose asked lifting up the picnic basket she had placed under the table up and opened it taking out a pair of covered plates and placing one in front of Cass and the other in her own place.  As Rose extracted the covered red-hot pitcher from the basket with one of her dragon scale gloves Cass told her that both of the guards who had been at the gate had left the service, the younger one had been admitted to a sanitarium due to the severity of his depression.  The skinny guard's muscles had lost all their tensile strength; the doctors thought that after years of therapy he might be able to stand on his own again.  The deafened one would probably never hear again though no one could understand why.  There had been no sign of the one that had disappeared; he was simply gone.  

"I'm sorry," Rose somberly apologized as she lifted the covering from Cass' plate.  Beneath was a mix of roasted vegetables and meat upon which she poured the steaming hot sauce, flavoring and warming the meal.  Then she did the same to her own.  "I know how much the guards mean to you."  

"Thanks," Cass tried to smile, but it faltered quickly.  Rose opened a bottle of wine, curiosity of  Xavier, given under the that a least a little would be returned to him to sample.  She poured Cass and herself a glass as Cass continued, "I know it's probably mean to say, but it's just part of the job.  We risk our lives to protect people, that's the job, we can't exactly complain if we're left with our lives intact, even if we lose something else."  

Sitting Rose watched anger and regret play across Cass' face and without much thought reached across the table and laid a hand on Cass'.  "I get that, but I hope that when you achieve your dream that you will stay safe.  I don't want anything to happen to you."  

Cass gave the slightest start at the touch but smiled confidently and pulling her hand back raised her arm to flex her muscle.  "Don't worry; I'm going to be the finest guard there ever was.  No criminal is ever going to be able to touch me.  I'll never be caught with my guard down."  

Rose smiled back her heart swelling with pride, "I know you will."  

Cass blushed again and seemed almost abashed by Rose's confidence in her.  She tucked her hair back and seemed to sink a little into the chair.  "This smells wonderful, no surprises there." Cass chuckled taking up a fork and gingerly stabbing one of the potatoes.  She brought it up to her mouth, the cool food and hot gravy combining perfectly into the right temperature for eating.  Cass took a bite, and her eyes rolled up in her head, and she melted into her chair.  

"Do you like it?"  Rose asked nervously wondering if the meat and vegetables had kept well despite going cold and being warmed back up by the sauce.  

"It's the best, really," Cass assured her suddenly ravenous, or at least as much as her manners would allow.  Seeing Cass enjoy the food was way more calming then and assurances the other young woman could give.  Rose grew only more comfortable as meal continued and they chatted like old friends, which Rose had to admit they were now, though she wished to be more.  Still, she was so confident now that when Cass said, "That was the best thankyou ever," Rose didn't hesitate.  

"The dinner was just part of what I wanted to do to thank you," Rose admitted, And Cass watched her curiously as she got up and hurried to grab a hidden bundle she had placed behind the end of the stone wall next to which their table sat next.  Rose was almost giddy as she hurried back and brought her chair around so that she was right next to Cass.  "There also this."

Cass took the bundle from Rose almost automatically, "You didn't have to do all this."  Cass assured her to which Rose, as expected said that she had wanted to.  Knowing it was useless to protest Cass laid the bundle on her lap and pulled the cloth back revealing a gleaming sword its pommel a blooming rose.  Cass stared in awe at it for several seconds, and anxiety clawed at Rose's chest in the silence.  After a while Cass reached for the sword and lifted it, steeling her hand to hold it straight.  "It's so light."  

"It's made from folded steel," Rose said and blushed and looked away shyly when Cass gave her a surprised look.  "I haven't been able to perfect it yet, the steel of the sword was folded only three times.  It was a fluke that I even managed to do that; it's supposed to be done like a hundred times.  Anyway since there fewer impurities it's lighter, I call it Razor."  

"Razor Rose," It sounded like Cass was correcting her, but when Rose looked back up at her, she was smiling and holding up the pommel to show Rose.  "It's your work; it should be named after you."  

Rose smiled and sniffed rubbing away a tear, "All right, but I get to name the next one after you."  

Cass chuckled too, and it turned into a laugh that they shared for a moment.  Rose laugher died first, and she watched Cass, delighted face and suddenly Rose didn't feel worried anymore.  She leaned in towards Cass, inching her face towards the other women's.  

Cass laugh died down, and her eyes met Rose's and grew wide knowing what she wanted.  There wasn't only a fraction of an inch between her and Cass; Rose could smell Cass breath as she panted nervously and felt the heat of her body.  Then suddenly Cass' lips retreated and the sound of the chair scraping across the stone floor startled Rose.  

"S-sorry Rose, It's getting late, and I promised my dad I wouldn't be out too late."  Cass shot up from the chair and was out from between Rose, and she shot wall in an instant.  Rose clenched her teeth at her stupidity; she had gotten way ahead of herself this time and ruined the date.  A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of the self-flagellation, and she looked up to find Cass not blushing, but still smiling, "I had fun, we should do this again, soon."  

Rose smile brighter than the sun, "It would be my pleasure."  

[selflovestories]

In Her Eyes

As the song continued, John began to dance a bit around the stage  interacting with his guitarist, bassist and drummer individually. They were all smiling and laughing as they played and sang not so much as to ruin the music, but enough that you could tell these were people who truly loved music and that they get to do it living especially him. all throughout the night, the entire audience had been screaming the lyrics along with him and moving their bodies to the beat of the music the audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music.

John was always overwhelmed with this kind of view, he never thought that his dreams will led him this far as he expected. As he roam his eyes in the crowd he saw a beautiful pair of eyes staring at him intently, the way her eyes stares at John looks familiar. Then he remembers how he became what he is now because of familiar that stare.

It was Sunday evening, rain is falling, and John is laying on his bed strumming his guitar while looking at the ceiling. He's thinking about the commercial he saw earlier, it was an audition on one of famous singing competition on TV. He would like to give it a shot. He stood up and place his guitar on his bed and walk to his mom on the kitchen, he saw his mom preparing food for dinner. He sat on the chair and looks to his mom "Mom? Do you think I can sing in front of many people?" He asked his mom, his mother looks at him and smiled "Of course you do my love. You have a wonderful voice, why?" She replied and continue doing the table. "I was thinking about joining this audition a saw on TV" John stated. Her mom stopped for a while and looks at him with a worried eyes "It's okay but make sure that you prioritize your studies. That is all I want for you son." She said. "I know mom, I will. Thank you for letting me join this one." Her mom just smile at him and tap his shoulder.

John was so lucky that he was accepted to the audition and it went viral, John was slowly recognized by the people around him. He became famous and invited with different events in his brgy and with some nearby cities. John met many people in the industry of music and he was overwhelmed with all the attentions his getting. Almost every night he always went to gigs and some of his "rakkets" with other influencer. "John, come on it wont harm you." One of his influencer friend named Eric. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yea, forget about you mom, this will help to your problem. Just relax" Eric handed the cannabis in John's hand, John looks at it and tried it, moments later john started laughing with small things. He started to think about his life he has the fame and he didnt realize that he was overwhelmed with that. He neglected his studies and forget about his moms dream for him. He just wanted to live the life he has now. With fame, alcohols, drugs, friends and money. He didn't think about his family. He thought that supporting them with money is enough. Almost every night he always comes home late and drunk. His mother never gets tired waiting for him every night, helps him to walk through the stairs and removes his shoes. His mother always looks at his face and and talks to him even when his too drunk "How are you son? It's always like this, since you became part of that singing competition. I am happy with what you achieve but I am worried on how you are handling yourself, I hope that you will be enlighten with the things you are loosing. Were not getting any younger son." Her mother told him once when he was drunk. Even his old friends noticed the changes of John. It is like he is to high to reach.

One day, while he sings on a gig he saw this lady a pair of her beautiful eyes staring at him while smiling. When he comes down to the stage of of his friend approaches him "Hey dude nice song, btw Im with my cousin and I want you to meet her pare" his friend said. "Thankyou bro, That's fine with me where she is?" He asked. His friend points on the table where the lady he saw earlier his heart was pounding fast when their eyes met. "Btw John this is Cassandra my cousin, Cass, this is John, the one and only John. You know him right?" His friend as he introduced them to each other. "Yeah! I know him. Hi, I am Cassandra nice meeting you, im a fan of yours" Cassandra said. "Hi cassandra. Thankyou for being a fan, hope your having a good time tonight" john replies. "So can I leave the two of you? I'll just get my drinks have a good time together" his friend said as he leaves. Cassandra and John started talking to each other, they became comfortable with each other accompany. John was so amazed with Cassandra. They both enjoyed that night and became friends. Cassandra always go when john has gigs, John always flattered on how cassandra looks at him while he performs. Every gigs john will always drive her home. After a month they fall inlove deeply to each other. John slowly getting back to his old self. He is starting to handle his studies again while he does his career with the help of Cassandra. Cassandra helps John to became better again. They both grow with each others arm. John's mother is happy that her son changing in a good way. She is happy for cassandra and his son. Finally, cassandra is the girl that will make john better things. They were both contented with each other. John's already making sure that even his busy week he will always spend his weekends with his family and with Cassandra. But life is not all about happiness. While John is stepping down from the stage as he is performing as a defending champion her mom walks to him worried as she handed the phone to john "It's about Cass" she said. While listening to the other line, John didn't take it as he heard the news from Cassandra's mother. It was Cass, she was hit by a truck when she was on her way where john is. John couldnt think straight all he wants to do is to rush where Cassandra is. Cassandra is in critical stage, the doctor told them that there is 50/50 chances of survival they don't think cass would survive.  Weeks had passed, John is back again with his vices. He always drink alcohol to forget about cassandra he misses Cass so much but he couldn't see her beautiful eyes, her smile, anymore. he couldn't hear his voice, her laugh. Alcohol is the only way for him to forget the pain just for a short of time. his mom can't help but to cry with John's situation, John had many bad decisions in his life. But despite of the wrong decisions he made. His mom never gave up on him. Especially this time that John is in his lowest point. She can't help to see his son like this. John is doing his best he can to support their family he is a good son indeed. It killing her to see her son suffer like this. As a mother it's like a fangs on her chest to see John like that. When John wakes up in the morning, he noticed her mom in the side of his bed, sleeping silently. John caressed her moms hair slowly as her mom awakes "John, I slept while watching you last night you came home drunk again. I know how hurt you was with what happen to cassandra, we can't do anything with that. All we can do is to pray for her. She wouldnt be happy if she's here, if she sees you like that. You know Cassandra will be hurt much more when she learned that your like this because of her. As a mom. I am begging you. Please, for us and for cassandra don't waste your life and continue living. We are here. I can't see you like that sweetheart, it pains me more to see you like that. Her mom cries. John hugs her mom "Im sorry mom, im really sorry for always causing troubles, for making you cry with my actions. I know Cassandra will get angry when she learned that you cried because of me. I am sorry mom. I am really thankful despite of all the dissapointment you had on me. Your still there and didn't surrender on me. I love you mom. Im sorry"

After 3 years.

John was always overwhelmed with this kind of view, he never thought that his dreams will led him this far as he expected. As he roam his eyes in the crowd he saw a beautiful pair of eyes staring at him intently, the way her eyes stares at john looks familiar. It was her mom. Her mom smiled at her mouthed "She's awake son, Cassandra's finally awake"

- Joseph Ama

[zackmerrickstan]

I hope everyone who has said they don't care if Rian cheated as long as he's happy need to have all their ATL merch burn and never be able to see them or meet them again. (JK but not entirely.) If he didn't cheat, then that's a fistatement to say because we want him to be happy. Cass would be hurt but I think she would understand. But cheating on someone means betraying trust. Cass got cheated on by the guy she almost married. How can anyone say cheating is okay? Like WHAT THE FUCK?!

THANKYOU!! if I find out he didn't I promise I'll tell everyone I was wrong and apologize. But like I can't even imagine what cass is going through he started cheating right after they got engaged what kinda asshole does that but some people are actually defending him because it's easier than admitting he's not an angel

[lackadaisicalnereid]

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#5

Yo does anyone out here think I could find an audiobook/drama version of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet with ~modernized language? A friend expressed interest in listening to sth like this, and I'm not sure where to locate such a Thing™?

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 10:49:32 GMT

#4

queen of WIPs

So I was nudged by @bohemicns and @elasticella (thank you <3) to list my WIPs & here they are - at least of course, the ones I’ve at least thought about doing something with in the last few months. I’ll happily blabber more about any/all of them

1 my gossip girl dan/blair multichapter with dan/blair starting an affair in paris while he's married to serena (ikr?) which i’m having trouble deciding the direction of 2 my jeremy/elena/caroline as leia/luke/han star wars a new hope AU (what even?) 3 my started like 1+ year ago wicdiv luci/laura thing where cass somehow also budged in and now neither her nor i are sure if she wants to rescue laura from luci, rescue luci from laura, or just say 'fuck it' and join them 4 my veronica mars (first ever!) logan/veronica something where they stumble across each other at a gas station (ah, liminal spaces, amirite)  5 my (first ever!) riverdale reggie/veronica enemies & lovers something (thankyou @bohemicns for making me do this) also omg no idea who to tag plz tag yourself if you wanna play with me

4 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 08:03:38 GMT

#3

There is not a WIP there I don't want to talk about, but let's focus on wicdiv & riverdale bc I want them soooo bad

Ok let us talk then:

Riverdale first!

I'm actually simultaneously really thrilled with this AND not sure what exactly to do with it? Though I never consider myself a writer whose problem is Too Many Ideas, here I think that might be actually troubling me? I want it to be noir and pulpy and for exchanges like this to take place:

Toni opens her mouth, but doesn't speak. She pours more of the whiskey into his glass. "Cheap whiskey for a cheap story?" Reggie asks. "I'll bring you some more, if the story's as good as you say."

However I maybe want to have basically a frame narrative with Reggie talking to Toni at the White Wyrm, but I also maybe want to alternate between Veronica and Reggie's POV? And do I want it to be noir-pulpy for all chapters? Do I want to show people (myself included) what's actually inside Reggie-boy's head, or just, you know, not, and keep the POV outside of his thoughts and let us get a feel for him in the dark, by the weak light of his actions? But I really like it! If you like this and, you know, wanna do a quick colab, maybe a bit of Lucy energy is what this needs :D I'm open to all advice & offers.

Also, I sorta want to make a proper Romantic (?) hero out of Reggie, which is a) ridiculous but also b) fitting?

if Reggie were more genre savvy, if he was Jughead, or maybe even Betty, he would have recognized what was going on. This is not to say Reggie is stupid, he decidedly is not. And anyway, who's to say he wouldn't have walked right into it anyway?

WicDiv second!

Ok, I sorta wanna do a darker (?) take on Luci/Laura (I mean darker than I think I usually do stuff?) and see what I can unveil esp re: Laura as she sorta maybe starts being a bit unhappy in their ~relationship?

Later that night, and later most nights, there's bruises on her. Marks of worship, or faith, or fucking something. But bruises heal quickly, or at least change colors, and right now there's a pantheon of colors traceable on Laura's skin, a gift from one goddess to another. Laura looks at herself sometimes in the mirror, and traces her bruised skin with her fingers, and thinks, this dark purple one, this is Baph, and the light sort of purple-greenish one, that is Baal. She thinks of the yellower one as Sakhmet. All her lovers written plainly on her skin. Luci the painter and all of her lovers at once. And Laura is what she's always been best at - a fan. Well. Mostly. Sometimes between the bruises and back-alley quickies, between coming and going and <i>fuck-you</i>s like guided missiles, something claws at the back of Laura's throat. It never quite makes it out. But, consider: She discusses her bruises with Luci, whispers in a sex-dishevelled bed. Laura whispers of past lovers and future ones, and says: <i>this bruise that claws at my throat, that one is you</i>, and Luci whispers of - nothing at all.

And I'm sorta fine with that! But! I don't know what to do with Cass. I wanna bring in Cass, but I'm not sure what she wants to do with Luci/Laura?

It's mostly this: Cassandra is a goddess who knows and no one believes her truths. It's also this: Lucifer is not a goddess of anything if she is not a goddess of lies. Looking at it from that angle, it's quite another thing entirely. "Laura's sleeping" Luci says. She gives Cass a good once-over, slow and indulgent, because sleeping with Laura more than once a week does not preclude her from having eyes, and for some reason it's important that Cass knows this. And anyway, she's worried she might be getting rusty. Seducing someone like Cass, well, a rusty goddess couldn't do that.

At least Luci is behaving aka wrecking havoc, as always, bless.

Now, gimme your thoughts! <3

5 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 10:50:55 GMT

#2

A question for all Grisha-verse fans out there: for someone who liked SC and didn't like SAB, and read the first SAB book and both Crows books, is it okay to move on to King of Scars without reading the second and third Grisha books? Asking for a friend, honest.

10 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 13:37:35 GMT

#1

anyone else feel like we're forgetting to thank misters kieron gillen and james mckelvie of the wicdiv for gwendolyne christie being cast as lucifer

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 10:49:02 GMT

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