#the handmaiden's magician

[claudia-nomusaabara]

Apprenticember Day 2

Part 1

Claudia's LIs

1. Asra and Muriel, aka the Trisal. (Name credit goes to @salty-lavender)

Claudia's relationship with both of her lovers started young! She met Asra behind her aunt's shop where he was selling masks, with Siphephelo's permission. Claudia's English (Vesuvian) wasn't great and Asra could barely understand Matabele but they were able to introduce themselves despite the language barrier.

Claudia would be around for a year in Vesuvia to train under her aunt then back in Matabele by the end of the year. In that time frame they became close and fell in love.

Asra was her first everything and those feelings miraculously carried over after her untimely demise.

Her relationship with Muriel started rocky though. They first met when Asra took her with them to check on Muriel in the colosseum and bring him food that wasn't gruel. Muriel, covered in fresh blood and a fresh deep wound on his face, took one look at Claudia and aggressively told both of them to leave.

They don't see each other again until Muriel escapes to Siphephelo's place where his chains and manacles are removed. Not without Claudia trying to remove them herself.

In the context of Muriel's route, the canon route in general, Muriel is cordial (somewhat) with Claudia but doesn't believe it's the same Claudia before she died. They slowly fall in love over time and Asra comes into the fold as well.

2. Portia Devorak, the Handmaiden's Magician.

Their romance has an unconventional start. They first met at the Rowdy Raven with Erden (@mxgicthot 's OC) when Claudia was wandering around Vesuvia after work. After some drinks and getting to know both of them, she heads back to Erden's place with them to continue the night and they end up having a one-night stand threesome.

Even from that one night there were a lot of sparks between them.

This occurred at least two weeks before the Arcana plot begins and Claudia becomes a major piece to the puzzle.

They meet again at the market and after some stunned expressions, they get more relaxed around each other. By the middle of the route they become lovers and are engaged by the time the story ends.

[claudia-nomusaabara]

@zulzinho-inho​

Hate when that happens

[jedimaesteryoda]

When Doreah looked longingly at a fertility charm at a magician's booth, Dany took that too and gave it to the handmaid, thinking that now she should find something for Irri and Jhiqui as well. -AGOT, Daenerys VI

Daenerys shows herself to be generous to her handmaidens/slaves. Take into account that up to that point, the only relationship she ever had was with her abusive brother Viserys. Constantly moving around or behind closed doors, she never was able to form any relationships outside Viserys with the only exception being Ser Willem Darry, the only father figure she had ever known who had always been kind to her. Nor do I think Viserys would have encouraged it given like any abuser he wanted to keep her isolated, and he saw other people, especially the common folk, as beneath the "blood of the dragon."

When Daenerys finally does have other people in her life, she is kind and generous towards them, because she is enjoying something she never had before. It's a pattern we see throughout the series. She promises Missandei that she'll return her to Naath, and Jorah that she'll return him to Bear Isle. She bends over backwards to help her children, the freedmen of Slaver's Bay, tending to them in person during the bloody flux and supporting them against their former masters. She tries to be the friend she wishes she had when she was young.

I just thought that was sweet.

[terapsina]

A comprehensive list of ALL my favorite WLW ships. PART 6 (because I have more than 10 of them)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

(canon gets a 🍪, clowned myself into thinking it'd be canon gets a 🤡, didn't actually think it'd be canon but adored them anyway gets a 🍑, happy ending gets a 🌺, they destroyed me ending gets a 😿, bummer ending gets a 💔, cancellations are a plague on this planet get a 🪦).

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51. Quinn and Rachel - Glee - 🤡💔

52. Santana and Brittany - Glee - 🍪🌺

53. Wil and Vivian - Saving Face - 🍪🌺

54. Kira and Malia - Teen Wolf - 🤡💔

55. Ramona and Destiny - Hustlers - 🤡😿💔

56. Charlie and Vaggie - Hazbin Hotel - 🍪

57. Lucy and Mina - Dracula - half-a-🍪 😿 💔

58. Hideko and Sookhee - The Handmaiden - 🍪😿🌺

59. Margo and Fen - The Magicians - 🍑💔

60. Yorkie and Kelly - San Junipero - 🍪😿🌺

[atomic--peach]

Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 20

(Sandor Clegane x Fem Reader x Cersei Lannister HEAVY SPOILER TW: pregnancy loss)

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

News of Lord Renly's death swept the court and you were genuinely sorry to hear of it.

You had only met Renly a few times, but each time he had been kind to you.

But with Renly now dead, Stannis had claimed his remaining forces and tripled the size of his army.

It did not take a genius to understand that King's Landing was under threat.

According to The Master of War, they were only a few weeks away by ship.

As the fleet drew closer, you received a surprising invitation.

It had been 2 months since you had stood in the presence of Queen Cersei. You hadn't looked at each other, you hadn't spoken to or about one another.

You refused to be the first to crack.

You weren't the same scared girl who had followed the Lion Queen across the continent nearly a year ago, now you were a lady, the wife of one of the fiercest men in Westeros, and soon to be a mother.

You would not crack.

"The Queen wished to see you, My Lady."

Lancel looked pale and skittish. You figured the knowledge that his first real war was looming just beyond the water's edge was wearing on him.

"You should get some rest." you counseled him. "You look tired."

Sandor wanted to come with you, lest you return with fresh cuts and bruises, but you would only allow him to escort you to the royal quarters.

Even with the crutch Pycelle provided, walking proved to be a challenge.

Your ankle had healed enough to bear a little weight, but your pregnant belly made it hard to keep your balance.

Cersei was waiting for you with a jug of red and two chalices laid out with cakes and cheeses. She kept no handmaids about for your visit.

"You're looking better." Was the first thing she said. "Please sit."

"Many thanks, Your Grace." you nodded, moving to sit carefully grunting a little as you did.

"My love." Cersei sighed, "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

You smiled a little, relieved.

"It's all but forgotten, my queen."

"No" Cersei shook her head. "I was angry, frustrated with my brother and the council, and his grace. And I took it out on you. That wasn't right of me."

This show of accountability left you speechless in the best of ways. You almost wanted to pull Sandor in and say "Look, see. I told you."

"You must be famished." Cersei moved to pour the wine, "I know I was in my final days."

"My Queen. Forgive me, I am so happy we're speaking again," you confessed, accepting the chalice gladly. "I love my husband, but...I missed you so much. It was like someone had punched a hole out of my chest and left an empty space."

Cersei smiled a little, taking a deep drink of the wine and motioning for you to do the same.

You obeyed.

"Pycelle says I shouldn't drink too much wine or ale" You filled the air with your words, not noticing the queen had gone silent.

"He says it might hurt the baby, but it's so late in. Only two more months now. Surely just a glass or two wouldn't hurt."

"Of course not" Cersei brushed off the Grandmaester as if he were nothing more than a sideshow magician. "Drink as much as you like my pet." Cersei took your hand, squeezing it and you felt as if she was squeezing your heart.

"I am so glad you're back where you belong."

You drank and laughed together into the evening.

You ventured another glass of wine. It tasted different this time, less sweet.

The drink had an herby, earthy taste to it, different from the Reds and Golds you usually drank.

Glancing into the cup and you found the liquid to be dark, almost black.

"What vintage is this? I don't know that I've ever tasted it before."

Cersei paused and smiled, "Oh just, something I have been working on. We have land in the Arbor, as you know. With the King nearly grown, soon he won't need his mother's help, so I've taken up a new hobby."

You nodded, struck suddenly by how heavy your head was on your neck. you must have drunk too much.

Setting the chalice aside, you tried to focus your vision.

"I beg your pardon," you swallowed, finding your throat dry and acidic, "But I think I'm a little drunk, I should-"

Your body grew intolerably hot, but no sweat came to cool you. You tried to stand, reaching for your crutch but your fingers fumbled against the wood's grain and it fell to the floor.

You looked to the queen and found your vision doubling, the world around you swaying and tilting as the sound of yourr own panting filled your head.

"My Queen-"

"Sh, sh, sh, sh" Cersei watched you with stony eyes, calm as can be.

"Hush now, love."

"Please."

"This needed to happen, pet" Cersei explained. "I would have told you if I thought you'd understand. But that's fine because I'm handling it. Just relax and let it happen."

Your body was on fire, and if you had the strength, you would have been desperately trying to peel your gown and small clothes off for some relief.

A pain was growing in your belly, which made your heart race as you frantically tried to will it away.

No, you begged the gods for help. No please, please help me. Please don't let this happen.

The Queen was trying to kill me.

Varys' word to you rang in your ears.

"There's more than one way to be rid of the troublesome wife."

No.

You would have sobbed if it hadn't felt like every drop of water had been sucked from your body, leaving you stiff and burning.

You tried to rise once again, pushing yourself from the chair only to crash onto the carpet. your ankle screamed with pain as you tried to crawl across the floor, desperate to make it to the door.

Cersei rose as this, grabbing your arm and flinging you limply onto your back.

To your horror, Cersei knelt between your legs and lifted your skirts critically.

What was she looking for?

"Not yet" she grumbled, looking down on her lover pitilessly.

You lay on the ground for what felt like hours.

The blurred edges of your vision crept inward until the whole world was a blur. No hard or defined lines, only masses, and shapes.

Your ears felt as if they were plugged with cotton, every sound was muffled save for your own breathing.

You felt like a dry dead tree thrown on the fire, the heat never letting up for even a moment as the pain that started in your belly spread up to your spine and down through every muscle in your legs.

You wanted to rise. To run.

But when you tried, your body began to shake uncontrollably.

Your movements were no longer your own and you felt the muscles of your throat being to seize and shake along with every other particle in your body.

You could vaguely hear Cersei begin to call for aid.

You were momentarily aware of hands gripping you because their touch only made the fire burn hotter. You must still be thrashing because the hands held tighter.

People were talking, yelling even, but you would not make out the words.

You were moving, and the slight breeze that blew across your brow felt like heaven.

I'm dying, you wanted to say, there's no saving me.

I should have let Sandor come.

I shouldn't have gone at all.

I never should have gone to the docks.

We never should have agreed to wait 3 more months before leaving.

Wherever you were, it was dark.

Or had your vision gone completely?

You could hear the frantic sounds of movement.

You felt hands gripping your body to move it around as needed.

After a while tou were completely unaware of your body outside of the heat.

Where were your arms?

Were your legs still there?

Was your head simply floating around, unattached?

It was hard to tell.

Then came the pain.

The real pain.

Pain you had no concept of until right at this moment, and even now it was so overwhelming you couldn't comprehend it.

It was as though your body was being slowly torn apart at the seams.

Your very being was forced to condense and expand on the whim of some unseen and unknowable force, and you were powerless to stop it.

You had no concept of how long the pain had racked your body. It could have been 10 hours just as easily as it could have been 10 minutes.

And all at once, the pain was over.

You weren't sure if you had blacked out, or if you had died, but your body had altogether gone slack, and you had never been so grateful for anything in your life.

Your skin still burned, but some angel from heaven had begun to lay cool clothes soaked in cold water over your body.

Someone was speaking to you.

Or was that just your own mind?

It didn't matter.

You could only pick up one word.

Sleep.

You obeyed gratefully.

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By the time you had awakened, arrangements for your funeral were being made.

You lay on a small cot, close to a window. It was daylight.

Your body ached as if you had gone to war.

The sheet that covered you clung to your body with sweat and you struggled to raise your arms to stretch.

You felt as if you were made of wood, joints immovable and creaking from lack of use.

Yiu sat up slowly and froze. Hands traveled down your body, over breast, ribs, and down

to your stomach.

It was gone.

Where had it gone?

pulse racing as you tried to stand, crying out at the shot of pain that bolted through your leg.

the sound of clattering glass and shuffling feet answered your cry as Pycelle rushed to find you leaning against his workbench, disoriented and panicked.

"My Lady" He cried, "Please sit back down, please."

"Where is he?" you stared at him with wild eyes, hair falling loose from a braid someone else had done. "Where is he?"

"Your husband is on his way, My Lady. Please!" Pycelle took your wrist and motioned back to the cot, "Please sit. You will tear your stitching."

"Not my husband, my son! Where is my son?"

Pycelle blanched but succeeded in getting you to sit back down by the time others began to enter the Grandmaester's quarters.

Sandor came first, followed quickly by Queen Cersei, and Lady Sansa.

You looked at them all with wide, confused eyes.

"Sandor." You breathed, reaching for your husband for reassurance. "Where is he? Where is our son?"

Sandor didn't answer at first. He wanted to run to you, to embrace you tightly.

But he couldn't, not in front of them.

"My Lady." Pycelle began again, "Please listen to me."

He pulled your full attention as he moved to sit next to you, taking your hand in his.

"My Lady, you had a terrible fit. Do you remember that?"

"No?" You shook your head, "I don't remember anything, I- I think Her Grace summoned me, and after that, I don't-"

"It was during your visit with the queen that you took ill. You fell into a terrible state, and while it was quite the fight, we were able to bring you back. But..."

He looked to Sandor, suddenly at a loss for words.

"My Lord, I think it best you go from here."

Sandor swallowed hard but took Pycelle's place next to you.

Your eyes were so pleading and desperate, he couldn't look at them.

"After a few hours, they told me they would only be able to save one of you, and I had to choose between you and our son.....Darling, I'm so sorry."

Your soul froze and dropped to the deepest pit of your stomach.

"That's a lie." You shook your head, "That's a lie, you're lying, it didn't-they never- No! No, No, No!"

He held you. You screamed your rage to the heavens and beat your fists on his arms, but he held you.

"How did it happen?" You demanded, "I don't understand! I don't!"

"There is no way to tell, I am afraid." Pycelle remained calm, as was his duty in these particularly hard situations. "Sometimes these things happen."

"I want to see him!" You wailed, "I don't believe you! I want to see him!"

"No, my love." Sandor gripped you tightly, pinning your arms to your sides as you tried to claw yourself up from the cot, "He's been buried."

"So soon?" You blinked.

"My dear," Cersei said delicately. "You've been asleep for almost 2 weeks; we feared you would never wake up."

It was as if the world had come crashing down around you.

There was no future, no past, there was only this moment.

Only this debilitating pain that knew no end.

"I think it would be best if Lady Clegane take some time to process." Pycelle insisted.

"Yes, of course." Cersei took Sansa's arm. The teen had begun to silently weep for her friend.

"Come, little dove. Clegane, take a few days. I will explain it to the King."

Sandor nodded and his wife melted into him silently.

"I need to see it" you begged, "please, I need to see his grave."

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It was supposed to be a high honor to be buried in the crypts of King's Landing.

And honor reserved for kings and their families.

The tiny grave was set aside, away from the hulking stone monuments to great men.

"There's no name." You observed, leaning on your husband, "I- I suppose we never actually discussed one."

Sandor was silent, eyes trained on the small stone monument to a life that had not lasted more than a day.

At first, he hoped against hope that the child would live.

He was so small. So small Sandor was at a loss what to do with him when they placed his son in his arms.

His face was red and squished, but he never cried. Not once.

After the first few hours, when he hadn't died, The Hound thought maybe, just maybe they had beaten the odds.

He was his son after all.

He came from a line of strong men.

His mother was the strongest woman Sandor had ever met.

Sandor never prayed but that night he had.

He prayed to the Mother to have mercy on his wife and child, the Smith to aid the Maesters in their work, and the Father for the strength to care for his son if you didn't make it.

His son passed silently the day after he was down. It was peaceful, and he hoped it had been without pain.

The Silent Sisters took his tiny body away to prepare it for burial, and Sandor never saw him again.

He hadn't realized he was crying until you pulled him tightly to you, reaching up to touch his face.

"Oh, my love." You breathed, "I should have been there with you."

"He was so small." Sandor's voice caught, "I hoped maybe he would- but he went quietly. He didn't suffer."

You stood there in the darkness of the crypt, the torchlight licking at your skin and sending your shadows dancing across the stone walls.

You both cried bitter tears for your child, saying a million goodbyes to the stone memorial but neither was willing to leave.

"Lady Clegane."

A light voice cut through the darkness and you pulled from your husband's embrace, squinting in the darkness.

"Varys?"

"We haven't the time for your nonsense, Spider." Sandor growled, "Have some decency."

"Decency, my friend, is what brings me here." Varys come dressed in black, out of respect for his friend's mourning. "I brought someone I believe you are both familiar with. Come, son."

Lancel stepped out of the shadows, his head bent low as he approached the two of you.

"Lancel?" You blinked in confusion, "What is this?"

"Tell them what you told me." Varys insisted.

"Ser, My Lady" Lancel began, "I know you have no memory of what happened, but I beg of both of you to believe me when I say my words are the truth."

"Go on" Sandor was interested now. The Lannister boy had made it a point to stay out of The Hound's line of sight since that night in the King's Wood. He had a lot of balls to present himself mere weeks after his son's death.

"Your son's death was no accident." Lancel insisted, "I know how it sounds, but please listen. The Queen knew that once you had given birth, you would leave for the Westerlands. She was desperate to make you stay, and one day she returned from Pycelle's with a potion. I asked her what it was for and she said I wasn't...." he paused there swallowing his embarrassment for the sake of the truth.

"She said she didn't want to risk getting pregnant by me, so she was taking it every night to make sure it didn't happen. But I never saw her take them. "

Your eyes widened in horror, "The night I went to see her. I remember the wine. It tasted different; I couldn't put my finger on it."

Your face twisted, "No. No, Her Grace...she wouldn't do something like that. She knew what this baby meant to me."

"I'm so sorry." Lancel looked at you distraught, "If I had known, I would have come straight away. I swear that on my life. I never would have sent you to her."

"Boy, I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me you are certain what you just said is the truth."

Sandor moved in front of you and met the young knight face to face.

"I'd swear it before The Seven themselves."

"Swear it to me."

"I swear."

Lancel made his face serious as the grave as Sandor studied him before nodding.

"We must go." Varys said, "Before we are found out. You two go up the way you came, Lancel you follow me. My Dear-"

Vary's caught your hand and you found his eyes uncommonly sincere.

"I know I didn't always look out for your best interests, but I hardly have the words to express my sorrow. I mourn with you."

You felt tears in your eyes again and wiped them away quickly.

"Thank you, Varys, and you Lancel, for the truth."

"Use it wisely" he advised you before disappearing once again into the darkness. Lancel hung back for a moment until Sandor nodded to him.

"You know what must be done," you swallowed coldly, not looking at your husband and instead staring at the nameless grave before you. "She get away with this. I won't let her "

"She won't, my love." Sandor's grip on your shoulder was strong, "I promise you."

You nodded slowly, approaching the grave and kneeling. You ran your fingers over the blank stone and breathed a hard and almost painful sigh.

"I know what name should go here."

"What?"

"Aello" you breathed, the name becoming a vow as it passed your lips.

"Aello" Sandor echoed. He'd heard that name before. He'd forgotten where. "Why that name?"

You looked back at him, the torch light casting a gleam in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"It means Storm."

[claudia-nomusaabara]

@ace--of--swords

Again, thank you so much for working with me for these two! Portia should've had a fade to black moment so why not depict my idea for one of them for her route.

Depicting her as a trans woman was a fun plus!

One moment, please

'Twas supposed to be Lesbian visibility week comission, but I took my time due to some official business. So happy prolonged Lesbian Visibility Week.

In Lemon Version, it is visible that Portia is Trans Fem, which makes my heart warm up. (But sence I have no platform to publish NSFT stuff, only @claudia-nomusaabara , who comissioned this bit and myself can see it. And folks who'll get it shared to on less public platforms)

[tornrose24]

Sorry for the wait for more of those TGAMM Aladdin AU ideas. I saw how long it took between the first and last post. I got very busy, especially with working on a certain fan fic. Here is part 2. (Part one is here in case you forgot).

-So as said before, Molly wants to pass herself off as a rich princess so that she can provide for her kingdom AND be able to see Ollie again. However, Libby (who is passing herself off as a handmaiden) forms the entire background and backstory of a made-up kingdom so that Molly’s lie isn’t exposed that easily. The main problem is ensuring Molly is convincing enough to sell the story since she’s not a good liar. Somewhere there is a montage where Molly is being taught how to lie and struggles with it (likely a certain fake magician is an unwitting test subject, much to her displeasure).

–Elsewhere Jinx is angry about the loss of the lamp and is looking for other methods. Ollie shows suspicion, which makes her further eager to hurry up. Except there’s a big commotion that disrupts her and it’s coming outside…

–There’s a huge procession leading up to the Chen’s palace. Singing is optional (I’m not sure Scratch would be keen on singing in this case, but the “Physique, weak at my knees” line would need to be omitted if that happens since that’s not appropriate to sing regarding a young teenage girl. If you want to imagine him dressing in drag, you are free to do so).

-So they enter the palace. Molly barely manages to be convincing as she tells Reuben and Esther that she wishes to provide some financial aid for the kingdom. However she is completely thrown off when they assume that she is here for their son’s hand in marriage. Molly tries to backpedal and say that’s not why she was here.

-But of course, Scratch (who is posing as her advisor and disguised as a human, as you might recall) makes things worse by saying that she’s trying to figure out if OLLIE is good enough to be married to her. Libby has to do quick damage control before both Molly and Scratch anger the sultan and his wife by asking if they should stay for the night since it’s the festival today (this plot point comes from the 2019 film). Reuben and Esther manage to agree since they are desperate for someone by this point.

-June sees right through the BS. She can tell there’s something off about this princess, unlike the others who came before her. What kind of princess wouldn’t know that her brother was available for marriage? Also wow that advisor is kind of a jerk and doesn’t seem to have any problems speaking so casually with the princess in public.

–Ollie is just not comfortable with the whole thing. He feels like this princess is trying to sell herself off and doesn’t actually care about providing financial aid.

-Jinx watches all this and she finds the princess to be oddly familiar-looking.

-The night of the festival arrives. There’s dancing and food (guess who goes for the latter and terrifies the onlookers?) A lot of people are showing great interest in Molly and want to know about her kingdom, but she wants to talk about theirs and how she could help them. Thankfully Libby is still guiding her a few times. She is able to win everyone over with her joy and eagerness. Even Reuben and Esther are starting to be impressed.

-Eventually, Molly just wants to party with her friends. She even gets Scratch to dance with her and he is starting to have fun with her. She is happy that she got him to open up a bit more.

–The latter does not escape Ollie. He is not used to seeing a princess treat her subjects as equals like that, and it’s oddly refreshing. June voices her concerns to Ollie that Molly might not be who she claims to be, and advises him to be cautious.

-Libby found a way to sneak in the magic carpet and offers it to Molly, because she is a bit of a shipper and knows what can set the mood.

–Scratch finds out and isn’t impressed. He thinks it would be neat if Molly did manage to get herself a prince, but he’s starting to worry that maybe he’s getting her too deep into things. Also, he doesn’t like how Jinx has been constantly looking at Molly.

-Molly eventually tries to approach Ollie. June gets in her way at first, but the girl realizes Molly has at least been sincere in wanting to aid the kingdom, so she lets her meet up with her brother. June intends on learning more about the girl, because maybe this could be someone Ollie might want to be with someday, compared to the usual girls.

-Ollie tries to explain to the princess that he is NOT interested in marrying so soon. He already has a lot to shoulder before he’s old enough to take the throne, and finding a wife this soon is the last thing on his mind. Molly admits that’s not what she wants either, and that most kids should be thinking of boyfriends and girlfriends instead of future husbands or wives. She also tells him that he truly could be a great ruler if he was free to rule as he wished.

–Somewhere around this time, Molly accidentally reveals something that gives away her identity. Likely a phrase or key word. Ollie catches it as Molly offers him the experience of a lifetime–riding a magic carpet–and to just get to be a teenager for one night and not think about huge burdens.

-Cue the ‘Whole New World’ montage where its two kids going on a carpet ride, exploring the lands beyond the city, and falling in innocent young love.

-As Molly and Ollie stare out at the city, Ollie’s suspicions grow. He is able to trick Molly into revealing that she’s the girl he met that one time.

–In a panic, Molly (as expected) lies and claims that she is a real princess who was in disguise since she doesn’t want to admit the truth or give away who made her a princess. A part of Ollie isn’t convinced, but he goes with it.

-Scratch finds out that Molly lied and is not impressed, even if he appreciates that she was trying to keep him a secret. In fact, he’s getting a bit concerned.

-Ok, so the drowning scene would be a combination of the original and 2019 films. Jinx has Molly captured, chained up, and taken to a body of water. Libby is the one who catches this and takes the lamp and carpet to follow after them because she is scared that things will go south.

–Jinx accuses Molly of not being who she is and that she has the lamp. Molly lies (partly because she does NOT want Scratch to end up in this woman’s possession, and she’s gotten an idea of what her fate would of been, had she brought the lamp to her.)

-The drowning scene plays out how you’d expect. Molly ends up in the water, but gets the lamp and activates it. Scratch panics and has to get her to make her second wish to be saved and he gets her out of there before she drowns. She is relieved to be saved and he is upset because he almost lost her and he’s grown attached to this girl. In fact she is the first human he’s ever cared about to this extent.

-Scratch enters ‘Papa Wolf’ mode as he returns to the palace with Molly in human form and demands the attention of June and Ollie because he knows someone tried to kill Molly and they need to bring that person to justice. He is mad as hell and terrifies the siblings a bit, but Molly calms him down and tells him who was responsible, which leads to everyone to make a plan.

-June had done some research beforehand and realized that Molly’s kingdom is entirely made up. However, she sets aside confronting Molly about it since she finds it odd someone would go out of their way to drown her.

-The next day, Jinx is shocked that Molly is alive. The girl has told Reuben and Esther what happened, and they confront Jinx and want to know what is going on. In a desperate move, Jinx tries to hypnotize the couple into believing her lies… and at this point I realize that I didn’t think of giving her the staff. Let’s just say that she has one, and Molly can figure it out and breaks it.

Of course, even though Jinx ends up getting arrested, she not only escapes, but she realizes that Molly does have the lamp. Not only that, she is able to correctly guess who Scratch is. The fact that their seems to be a genuine friendship between the two doesn’t escape her notice.

–Reuben and Esther are thankful to Molly and say that they are in debt to her. They say that they would gladly be happy to have her as their son’s future wife. Molly tells them that she doesn’t think she is ready to marry Ollie, and wants to respect what he wants. The couple is still insistent, and Molly tells them that she would genuinely need time to think about that, because all she wanted was to help the kingdom. However they are still insistent and in her panic, she runs away.

–She is too overwhelmed. Even if she likes Ollie, she knows that she is not ready for that future right now, not to mention the lies she told that could get her in trouble.

-While Molly and Scratch are alone, he snarkily wonders if Molly is going to take back her promise to free him and use her last wish on herself. To his shock, Molly does NOT want to go back on her word. However, she needs to figure out what to do about the situation she is trapped in, without resorting to that. She tries to reassure Scratch that she will free him like ehe promised…

-“Whoah, I didn’t ever say I wanted to be free, Moll. Do you have any idea what that would mean for me?”

–And so, Scratch gets defensive when Molly tries to figure out why he would suddenly be so against the wish when he has made it clear that he HATES the position he is stuck in. He explodes on her and tells her that being reduced to a powerless, pathetic mortal who can easily die without any magic to protect him like her and everyone else is the scariest thing he can imagine. Molly counters that while that could happen, living out your life, no matter how short, is better than being trapped, alone, and forced to answer to another if you don’t want that.

–Scratch gives up and locks himself back in the lamp. A frustrated Molly leaves the palace.

–Molly returns home to her family who are relieved, and she tells them everything. She tearfully admits that she doesn’t want to have to keep living a lie for the sake of everyone and she doesn’t want to abandon her family or get married so young. She also deeply regrets pushing Scratch and wishes that she could help him be happy.

–Pete and Sharon tell her that it is better to be yourself. They don’t want to see her suffer and to be honest they aren’t ready to give her up yet, even if it was to a prince. They also tell her to give the situation with Scratch time and maybe the two could talk things over. If he wanted to, he could even stay with them (Though he has to get his own food).

–Molly smiles and tells them she will do that and mention that offer. Besides, she could gift him the carpet if he wants to see the world. However, she must be honest with the royal family first–this is one problem she needs to solve on her own.

–As Molly heads toward the palace someone bumps into her on the streets. Confused, Molly continues on, but fails to realize Jinx was in disguise and took the lamp.

–A wickedly delighted Jinx summons Scratch out of the lamp in private. He is deeply confused at first and is about to grumble to Molly until he realizes who awakened him. He then realizes that things are about to go south, but unfortunately, he can’t do anything about it.

To be continued in part 3.

[meli-writes]

Truth to be Dared - Ch. 03

(First) / (Previous)

Her faun must understand its situation, the Princess Florentina is quite sure. She has enunciated a dozen-fold on the matter, in-detail even; repeated it louder and slower each time, and is perplexed as to how that could have so worsened her faun’s demeanour.

“Take this one to be bathed,” she instructs a myth-stricken handmaiden, whose courage need summon itself afore she takes its proffered leash. “Mine-own quarters.”

All the-night it had tore at the tree-bound rein — so weak the infirm, rot-soaked bark had sloughed not a motes-length — contemptuous to its prior insistence on fastening its own collar, when she had rescued it; hand thrusted forth, impatient for the dungeon-foraged band, an ostensible recognition of the fair trade she offered — that it now seems resent.

And for a faun to be a licentious creature, that enough is well-travelled truth; but to be so devious, perhaps that was particular to this one — though it follows her timorous maiden without quarrel. Such ones handled Florentina as a babe, her faun will be no trouble.

She processes into the Great Hall — heralded in courtly squeals as she tramps dried cousin- blood into flaxen-thread dresses, whose tails demise an unobstructed view of the Dwarfish- import, mudstone tile — expectant, savourant even, of an aghast countenance upon her uncle and Regent, who can hells-wells blame himself for this entire affair. Her Faun, at its merest peasant-drummed rumour; at the pricked, auric senses of his Court Magician; saw him surround the whole, autumn-wet kingswood — trapping it afore it even stepped in the snare. His arse-to-throat puppet-of-a-Bishop soon proclamating:

Whoever shalt return the Promiscuous Beast, Gods hath blessed with the seed of an heir.

Not an unclever trick; somewhat more troublesome to refuse than the next irksome suitor her once-loyal, now rather exasperated, Regent has invited. But prophecy — false-or-no — is a thicket of such tricks — and this is her throne, her body, her faun.

“Fair Uncle,” she says, stuffed ripe with boastfulness. “It is wondrous to see one so—”

“Proud?” he smiles. She looks at the dais, the woodcut lesser of three thrones; her teeth shut as a portcullis in-siege. “Unsanctioned it might be, but a successful hunt nonetheless! I regret His Grace and Her Grace, mine sister, must see it from heaven-above.”

What dare he know, that she does not?

He steps down, lowered to his proper position — looms as a summer noon. Her cast-iron expression cracks brittle and false, as he beams, “When shall I see this beast? Gods-know how there was anything left to spare, as blood-drenched as you are.”

There are courtiers — distant, pressed between columns in sullied armament — recalled from the prophetic hunt to obvious dissatisfaction. “Oh. Oh!” she feigns, her cousin’s absence is noted more-so, her uncle hears his lack of choice words too.

“Lord Relbert has passed — I’m afraid,” she continues. She needn’t mention the footman, silenced in one lung-thrust. “He attempted to intervene and aid me; ever-so-noble to the end, as chewed-to-bits as it might be—” So spiteful, deliciously so, was her faun.

Courtiers beset the Hall with unkempt murmurs. Her lips part to finish as— Clang! 

The Court Magician rattles his staff on the dais, and rounds it. “Perhaps our Princess might elucidate his Regent as to her liberation of one sacred potion? With which I must wonder how it was libated, on this faun, and not—”

The Regent turns, smiles thin, and he silences.

“I tried,” she lies, catches her smirk as he leans impatient. “It was— ineffective. I felt it imprudent to besmirch your toils with such admittance, devoted as you are to them.”

“How then does this faun fair—” her uncle asks, afore she bites him off.

“Fine!” The Princess steadies herself with one boot on the dais. “I’ve had it bathed. You needn’t see it in such a state — besides, I’d heard our dear Magician wishes to cut its horns and concoct some paste to daub on me while a suitor—” The Court Magician is set alight in the Hall’s choral, despondent flames, and he folds into a column’s shadow. “Ahh! Should I not have said that? Though it seems the court agree with me — most unfetching.”

“Suitors,” the regent intercedes. “Yes, rather the matter I wish to address.”

He’s much too pleased — and unconcerned with the dismally-concealed parricide, though she supposes no one will miss that one, other courtiers too unwise to realise it. She expects the Bishop to announce himself, reveal another twist in prophetic interpretation. Perhaps it’ll be her faun that should breed her, it has the lowers — and he’ll need to watch, no doubt.

No — she knows the means to address such rumours, she has an artisan to speak to.

“You have accepted none of twelve suitors now,” he speaks, her fake smile is buried next to the real one. Ahh, has it been that many? “Enough time has passed. As Her Grace’s brother the line cannot pass through me, though I would shoulder that burden—” And break your back upon it. “If the thirteenth does not ascend, then per ancient law—”

“Well then damn the law — give me the hells-damned throne!” she bursts out.

Not what she should’ve said either; there isn’t even a whisper to dance on the columns.

Her uncle looks to her with sorrow, “I understand your distress—” You do not. “But when the Prince arrives you must choose — and bear.” Then takes his place once more on the third, shrunken throne. “We all have our duties, that is the simple truth. I’m sorry this is yours.”

The Princess looks at her boots, at the mud-and-blood that has seeped into leathered cracks and dried and cracked itself. “It’s mine,” she sputters, so meek he cannot hear.

“I will not hand—” She swallows. Myself. Resolves. “—the crown to some—”

She chokes, and does not hear the Regent’s words. It does not matter how esteemed the fall of her dynasty is, how kind he is when he fills her, how close her grave is in-size to his.

“It’s—” Her throne.

Her body.

Her faun.

She tries to run.

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(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written on cohost 20/06/2024, in response to Making-up-Monsters' prompt:

Monster who was caught by accident, to everyone's chagrin

[angelyuji]

born to die

morpheus x reader

warnings: slight yandere themes if you really really really look, death, reincarnation, diy abortion, pregancy (for a little while)

one day, you died. and then, you came back. one minute you were a grown woman and the next, in the body of a little boy. it never hurt to die, but you always remember. you remember everything. it left you disoriented the first time, coming back. you felt scared, always crying, screaming for your lost family, but soon it became too tiring. too exhausting to mourn for people you had loved, too exhausting to love and know you’ll never spend eternity with them. it was your own damn fault, of course, not realizing what you had agreed to.

“what are you doing here?” silence filled your apartment as you stare at the man in front of you.

“i felt your yearn for me.” Morpheus says, gently. he moves towards you. instinctively, you take a step back. your back presses against the wall.

“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about. you’re not real. i’m just dreaming.” he steps closer to you, only inches away now.

“my dove,” Morpheus carcasses your check with a cold hand. you lean into it. “i am no dream. i’m back… for you.”

“no, Morpheus. we can’t.” you press your eyes closed as tears well. you love him, but the gods have said that a mortal and an endless don’t belong, their story always ends in heartbreak. he had told you himself when you had met for the first time.

it was your first life. the beginning. you were once royalty, you bathed in wealth and riches. your father, the duke, spoiled you rotten and your mother, although strict, always gave you what you wanted. no matter what you asked. so, you’ve never wanted to love or romance. what was the need for temporary feelings when you can fill your heart with gold.

“magician, why have you requested the audience of the duke?” your father’s chamberlain questioned. a man stood before him, dressed in black from head to toe. he adorned a cloak that shimmered as it moved, and with the right angle, you could see glittering stars and galaxies on the inside. a strange aura surrounded him, you couldn’t feel any magic like from magicians you have met before, but there was something about him you couldn’t place. he says something in response, but you couldn’t hear. his voice was quiet, but it felt like the ground rumbled as he spoke. you shake your head, believing you must have lost your mind.

“boo.” someone whispers into your ear. you jump and turn in surprise. your handmaiden laughs loudly at your display. you quickly cover her mouth.

“shh! i’m watching the new magician!” you whisper, you turn back and your handmaiden peeks over your shoulder to watch the magician walk through the doors. he pauses, you both still, he turns and you see him. he was… beautiful. you had never seen a man so alluring. his eyes meet yours; your heart feels like it has stopped. his eyes swirl with different colors, it reminds you of the night sky. his face betrays no emotion as he tilts his head and examines you, but you can feel his gaze soften. he turns back and walks into the great hall.

you don’t see him after that, not for a couple days. in those days, you felt a strange emptiness. you had never felt such longing before. you’re not sure what to make of it. you fill this emptiness by going out, buying beautiful dresses and jewelry, but nothing worked. you stand at your balcony, leaning your head against your arm, your ache weighing you down. you watch the sky darken and watch the trees sway in the light wind. suddenly, you see something in the garden, someone. your ache disappears, replaced with giddiness. you pulled on a coat over your nightdress and snuck outside, carefully avoiding the servants and guards. you make your way to the garden and see your mysterious magician sitting at a bench, facing the roses. you quietly come and sit next to him. neither one of you say anything, content to sit in each other’s company.

“i had requested for these roses to be planted.” you say, keeping your eyes on the red roses. you remember when you had asked for the garden to be made. it was your 15th birthday, you had made a passing comment about how a garden would look nice outside your room and by the next week, your parents had started planting and building. you smile, reminiscing your childhood. he hums, you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your chest.

“it’s beautiful.” his voice was deep, elegant. it was soothing. every ache, every pain, every awful feeling you had when you hadn’t seen him, it washed away. you let out a small breath.

“your voice is very beautiful.” you say, looking at him. he looks at you, a small smile dances across his lips. you smile back, “has my father appointed you as our mage?” you turn back towards the roses.

“perhaps.” his voice was traced with mirth and you grin.

“you’re very mysterious, magician, i’m sure i’ll see you again.”

“i’m sure you will, my lady.”

soon months passed and you fell in love, your magician had told you his name was draumey, seemed to fall in love with you as well. he came to you every night, in wake and in sleep. the two of you talked for hours. he would soon confess his true identity, Morpheus, lord of the dreaming.

“i don’t understand, why can’t we be together?” he shakes his head, his annoyance obvious on his face.

“mortals and endless cannot be together, (y/n).” he states with finality. tears stream down your face, and Morpheus turns away from you, unable to watch as his lover crumbles. “it ends in a tragedy, it was foretold in the beginning of everything.” Morpheus tries to explain to you, but you break down into sobs. his face was wracked with guilt, he only turns to leave, but you call out to him.

“please, my love, stay with me, for one final night.” Morpheus doesn’t answer, “please give me one last moment with you.” you beg. Morpheus turns back to you, silent. his eyes, filled with stars, search your face. in one quick moment, your face is in his hands and his lips on your lips. desperation was in every kiss, searing and steaming. you could feel every ounce of guilt and sadness in him. you kissed him back, needing to make him remember you. his hands move to your back, quickly undoing your lace. with in seconds, your clothes were on the floor and your body was in his hands.

by morning, Morpheus had left, leaving only a rose where he had laid next to you. as soon as he was gone, the ache was back. but soon, you learned that you were with child. the ache you had felt was gone, but dread replaced it. fear for your child and fear of the tragedy that Morpheus had warned you about. your handmaiden was sworn to secrecy, fearing your parents’ reaction. but as soon as you found out, your life ends.

you stood at your balcony, one hand on your stomach. your thoughts full of your love.

“hello.” a sultry voice sounds from behind you. you turn and the most beautiful person stands in front of you. their hair black and lips a deep red. they hum, you feel the vibrations in your chest.

you gasp, “you’re like Morpheus!” your eyes widen.

they chuckle, “he told you, hasn’t he.” they start laughing, loud and menacing. “oh, he truly loved you.” you feel fear trickle down your spine. “oh sweetheart… don’t be scared.” they smile, wide and evil. “i’m here to help you with that ‘thing’ in your belly.”

your eyes grow wide and your hand goes back down to your stomach, protective, “what? there- there is no need for that.” they pout.

“oh, but there is.” they flick their wrist and you’re falling. the balcony was built with your safety in mind, this shouldn’t be happening. you scream, but soon, you’re looking down at your mangled corpse. blood flowing from your head and- “my baby…” you feel the wind get knocked out of you. you watch as your parents run to your body, screaming. a hand rests on your shoulder.

“hello, love.” calmness washes over you. you turn to look at the stranger. she felt similar to him, to your Morpheus. “ah, you must be my brother’s lover.” she smiles, warmly.

“i didn’t- i don’t know what to do… i miss him.” tears run down your face. she wipes your face.

“i can help you, but there are great costs.” she looked at you with worry. “once i do this for you, there is no turning back, (y/n). you will never be rid of this curse.”

“i don’t care… please… help me.” you feel the loss of your love, and then your child weighing on your heart. she sighed and nodded, and with a snap of her fingers, you were born again.

you push away his hand from your face. “i need you to leave, Morpheus.” you stand firm, wiping away your useless tears. you’ve survived decades of love and heartbreak, life and death. you will not lose yourself in love again. you will not lose yourself in him.

“you love me, i know it, (y/n).” Morpheus smiles. you grit your teeth.

“i don’t love you.” even you couldn’t believe your half-hearted lie, but you couldn’t risk it. Morpheus’s smile drops. you see the man that left you once more. Morpheus backs away.

“i do not believe you, and when you’re ready to listen to me, i shall find you, my dove.” he turns away, cold.

your stomach drops and fear twists your face, “no, Morpheus. don’t do this, please. please i can’t-” he snaps his finger, and once more, you are born again.

[rouecentric]

FRIENDS / MUTUALS .

➤ @dxmoness, the merciless duke of the north.

➤ @acuriousmoon , the well known duchess and imperial librarian.

➤ @lady-navier0357, the just emperor and caring ally.

➤ @spadecentral, the eccentric prince and budding poet.

➤ @angeliquen, the charming magician and library assistant.

➤ @v-anrouge, the mysterious yet energetic guild leader.

➤ @chxrrylxdy, the successful and sarcastic marchioness.

➤ @cerisearan, the kindhearted yet stubborn princess.

➤ @cupids-chamber, the friendly duke who seeks justice.

➤ @xphantasmagoriax, the charismatic and creative duke.

➤ @takoazul, the shy alchemist who loves books.

➤ @sidra-29, the hyperactive foreign crowned prince.

➤ @thomanok, the sarcastic tower magician who enjoys music.

➤ @that-one-pretty-bitch, the grand duchess who seeks out power.

➤ @d10nsaint, the imaginative handmaiden of the emperor.

➤ @cyens, the right hand woman of the duchess and baroness.

➤ @mysticmeena, the enchanting countess of the west.

➤ @roseadleyn, the foreign princess who seeks comfort in flowers and books.

➤ @crownxie, the valiant knight who values their friends.

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Galadriel:

ok so by the time LotR rolls around she’s a fancy queen in a whole special girl kingdom but she STARTED as the youngest daughter of the youngest son of a king, with five million cousins and three older siblings who were all older and probably better-respected than her; and then some shit happens and the king dies and they all decide to leave Elf Heaven in order to chase down the guy who killed their grandfather, and she is SPECIFICALLY noted as wanting to leave because she wants to rule a kingdom of her own, and she can’t do that in Elf Heaven where there aren’t any openings to rule bc everyone already has a king. so she goes with most of her extended family to try and make their way across the ocean and back to the continent their grandparents travelled to Elf Heaven from, where they hope to avenge the king and also rule some kingdoms (although it’s worth noting!! that other people already live there, and they all KNOW this), and then some more stuff happens and some of her cousins on the “leaving” side start a fight that escalates into a pitched battle where they kill! her mother’s father’s people! (bc she’s also a princess on her mom’s side, lol) and in some versions tolkien decided that she actually fought AGAINST her cousins and killed some people in defense of her mom’s side (which is a BIG DEAL for an elf to Choose to do). after this, her dad is like “actually i Will Not be leaving with you people, murder is Not Okay and i’m going back home to ask the gods for forgiveness and if you had any sense you would too” but galadriel decides SHE’S STILL GOING. anyways then some more stuff happens and her entire extended family on her dad’s side dies, but not before killing some more of her extended family on her mom’s side and also (indirectly) her favorite brother; amongst all this she spends some time as a handmaiden in her great-uncle’s court but eventually decides that that’s not enough for her, so she packs up and heads further east to found her own kingdom, which incidentally will be populated not by her own close family’s subjects, but by some people who at one point were subjects of her great-uncle and may or may not have decided to leave his rule. and then once all the first age drama has died down, even though there is very much a new, undisputed high king of their people on her father’s side who’s still ruling (and doing a damn good job of it), she just Doesn’t swear fealty to him or join his court. instead she founds her own realm. some more intrigue happens and sauron stuff too and she’s forced out of power so she leaves; there’s a war, the king of the place she’s been staying in dies, and then a while later there’s Another big Problem and his son (the new king) just dips, so she just Executively Decides that she’s gonna be in charge of his people now, and THAT’S how she became the Lady of Lothlorien. and then she hangs out being Queen (functionally, if not nominally) there for like two thousand years while occasionally going other places to use her vast magical powers to fight sauron but mostly she just protects her fancy special kingdom. and then LotR happens and she does some mind magic on the entire Fellowship which is also at least a LITTLE creepy, and she admits that she’s Very into the idea of having the power of the One Ring, but doesn’t take it bc she’s got Wisdom now (and also imo bc she’s HAD her chance to rule a kingdom for a very long time so she doesn’t crave power now in the same way she did when she was young). and tolkien writes about her like she’s Perfect but genuinely she’s kinda fucked up and power-hungry! good for her!

Charlie:

Where do I even START She used to be a stage assistant to a magician practicing dark magic. After he got them both dragged into basically super hell, she made a deal with an ancient being and become the embodiment of darkness. She ended up dethroning the magician and become a shadow queen. She's seeking out ancient powers. She's tormenting old men. She's got STYLE and AESTHETIC, and HORRORS.

[claudia-nomusaabara]

@sadsoapbubbles

I forgot to give you a shout-out for this drawing! I still love the work we did together and I can't wait to do more with you in the future!

[quillswriting]

project.survival Overview

Once every five centuries, ten young Nymphs are chosen by the gods to determine if the race is worthy of continuing in their property. Nearly 15 years ago, ten young adults were chosen and failed - the first to fail in the last 2,000 years. Their failure brought ruin upon their prosperous intersystem empire. Many of their colonies were completely wiped out and their home planet became desolate wastelands between small patches of civilization clinging to life. 

Ten teens and young adults, the younger siblings left behind from ten that failed, now encounter the same game that ruined their species once before in an unprecedented situation. A second attempt at the game before another five centuries pass in order to restore their honor and glory.

The failure of their siblings crippled their species - their failure would wipe their species out entirely. 

Main Character List

Heiress Frida Linjal

A spoiled, naive but caring heiress to the Nymph’s dying empire

Younger half-sister to Ikiri and Folke, sharing a mother

Hierarch Folke Odjura

A natural leader, aggressive in his leadership, and overprotective of his family - close and distant

Older half-brother to Frida, sharing a mother

Younger brother to Ikiri

Cousin to Cyril from his father and Cyril’s mother

Apprentice Head of the Royal Guard Cyril Kalhun

A courageous, compassionate, and cautious leader who would do anything to protect his loved ones

Cousin to Folke from his mother and Folke’s father

Bounty Hunter Ikiri Linjal

An impatient, impolite, judgmental, and highly intelligent bounty hunter - loyal only to her principles, codes, and the few in her inner circle

Older sister to Folke and half-sister to Frida, sharing a mother

Prophet Eloii Soljura

A cunning and manipulative, cold individual with aspirations for the throne to ensure his sister would never want for anything ever again in her life

Older brother to Abeer

Magician Abeer Skelet

An untrusting, uncertain, timid young sorceress who must hide her true powers for fear she will end up the same as her mother - executed at the hands of the royal family

Younger sister to Eloii

Handmaiden Lamia Onskar 

A timid, kind, and loyal maid to the heiress and hierarch

Has worked for the royal family for as long as she can remember since her mother was a servant as well

Heiress’ Advisor Nardo Asping

A shy, truthful, and responsible loyal advisor to the crown and royal family

He has had a huge crush on Frida since they were both children

Younger brother to Aziza

Younger cousin to Demos from his mother and Demos’ father

Mapmaker & Explorer Demos Kattat

An adventurer with wild ambitions to do with nature

Younger cousin to Aziza and older cousin to Nardo through their mother and his father

Apprentice Head Scientist Aziza Asping

A hyper-rational, hardworking, and reserved scientist focused on reviving their home planet and colonies

Older brother to Nardo

Older cousin to Demos from his mother and Demos’ father

[jedi-enthusiast]

Update on the CodyWan Arcana!AU

So, I've decided that both Rex and Fives are gonna take the place of Julian--with Fives being able to bring the dramatic drunken antics that weren't gonna work for Rex

Muriel is basically gonna be taken place by the rest of Cody's brothers (except Fox), who've all had the curse placed on them--Fox didn't have it placed on him because he wasn't there when it happened

Fox is gonna work for the palace as the head of the Guard

Padme is still gonna be Nadia and her handmaidens will be her sisters, with Bail and Breha being her parents

Shmi is still gonna be Anakin's (Lucio's) mother so she'll take the place of Morga, but I imagine her being more of a magician or a regular person rather than a warrior

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So yeah! I'm sure y'all can imagine all the angst that's gonna happen now that Cody blames two of his brothers for Obi-Wan's death, those same two brothers are on trial to be executed, one of his brothers is gonna be forced to do the executing, and the rest of them are cursed...yeah, Cody's just going through it in this one.

thank you @adhd-coyote for some of the ideas <3

[trident-dragion]

Over the Nexus Deck Profile: Laval

It's easy to compare Laval to Flamvell: Both are FIRE archetypes released in the Hidden Arsenal series with little aesthetic themes beyond "fire", or in this case lava. Lavals, however, are a more refined archetype than Flamvell, possessing a more coherent, nuanced strategy: Fill the graveyard with Laval monsters using Miller and Volcano Handmaiden (Tender of the Laval Volcano), use those monsters to fuel various things, and if you banish them for the cost of those things, recover them to keep the cycle moving. But don't be fooled; Lavals can still utilize Rekindling like Flamvells can. Various Laval monsters, such as Lancelord and Forest Sprite, have the 200 defense required to be summoned via Rekindling, and the Miller + Handmaiden pair fills your graveyard with plenty of monsters to play Flamvell Counter. Because of this synergy, I saw fit to run a small Flamvell package, not only to enable Synchro plays, but also Firedog can summon Lancelord, a 2100 beater, from the deck. Laval Cannon (Cannoneer) is our primary way of reusing our banished Lavals, and pairs very nicely with Spirit of Flames; Spirit of Flames can banish a Handmaiden from the GY to summon itself, then we Normal Summon Cannon to Summon the banished Handmaiden, and make a quick Trishula. The area Lavals really shine is in OTKs, primarily thanks to Laval Forest Sprite and its ability to strengthen all Lavals you control based on the number of Lavals in the graveyard, whenever Forest Sprite is used for a Synchro Summon. In testing this deck to make sure it's profile-ready, I performed an OTK using a Red Nova Dragon with 5500 attack, and a Volcano Handmaiden with 3900 attack. Laval has become one of my favorite archetypes, and has thus lead to one of my favorite Decks I've made for this blog. Here's the list: MONSTERS (20): Flamvell Firedog x3 Flamvell Magician x1 Flamvell Poun x1 Laval Cannoneer x2 Laval Forest Sprite x3 Laval Lancelord x2 Laval Miller x3 Spirit of Flames x2 Tender of the Laval Volcano x3 SPELLS (10): Dark Hole x1 Foolish Burial x1 Mind Control x1 Monster Reborn x1 Mystical Space Typhoon x2 Rekindling x3 Searing Fire Wall x1 TRAPS (10): Call of the Haunted x1 Dimensional Prison x2 Flamvell Counter x2 Mirror Force x1 Solemn Judgment x1 Solemn Warning x2 Torrential Tribute x1 EXTRA DECK: Ally of Justice Catastor x1 Black Rose Dragon x1 Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier x1 Formula Synchron x1 Goyo Guardian x1 Laval Stannon x1 Laval the Greater x1 Laval Twin Slayer x1 Lavalval Dragon x1 Red Dragon Archfiend x1 Red Nova Dragon x1 Scrap Dragon x1 Shooting Star Dragon x1 Stardust Dragon x1 Trishula, Dragon of the Ice Barrier x1

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RTA would've had 36 episodes!

We would've originally had 36 episodes of RTA but instead, we've got around 17 or 21 like seriously, due to low ratings and Disney rules of having 60 episodes length for most animated shows. Giving the series' eighty-four episodes as a whole, but Disney wanted a nearly 70-episode show, the season was cut short.

Like giving us fifteen extra episodes.

That takes place between "Flynnposter", "Race to the Spire", "Cassandra's Revenge" and "Once Upon a Handmaiden" would have been much, much better. I mean, I expected Cassandra to stay on the path of evil with the ghostly form of Zhan Tiri as her secret mentor and advisor a lot more.

That way we could have seen long before the three-part movie long series finale.

Cass displays the decay spell's destructive and deathly powers at their full strength at times

Seeing Auntie Willow spending time with her elder sister and long-lost niece again

Interaction between King Edmund and his fellow member of the Brotherhood, Qirin, catching up, and him telling Queen Arianna how she reminds him of his late wife; her name

Cassandra growing ever stronger and finding out about her mother's mysterious past with Lord Demanitus and Zhan Tiri via flashbacks or some other mystical means

King Fredric and Queen Arianna get their memories back via their daughter using her golden hair's renewed healing abilities

Flashbacks on more details of the history between Lord Demanitus, Zhan Tiri and Gothel, like what world Zhan Tiri is from and how the magician and Cornaian scientist met and all

Learning whom in Heaven the Ultimate Power belongs to, if not angel and celestial maidens

Cassandra informs her "ghost friend" about Vigor harbouring the essence of Lord Demanitus himself