#the next post i have goes to thorn

[hiddenheartslabs]

Yo doc, I never got a chance to ask this, but I’ve always wondered: Is pink your favorite color? I notice you tend to use it a lot.

-Jay

they're both wonderful colors <3

[faeryarchives]

loved by the moon (riddle, leona, and azul x f!reader)

requested by @lydiacallas: Can i ask for a Moon Goddess like!Fem!Reader? Like they have magic linked to the moon, they have like- this ethereal, pure and calm vibe of the moon itself and their voice is calm too. Maybe their hair is a bit glow in the dark? With Malleus, Azul, Lilia, Riddle and Leona, please and thank you very much! 🥺✨ warning: minor spoilers to book 6 + somewhat long imagine note: reader uses she / they pronouns + is in the same grade as the boys !! this is very overdue im sorry 😣 and i based some characteristic and abilities to moonlight cookie and princess luna guilty as charged 😔 + malleus and lilia part will be in another post! recent fics: happy birthday (malleus x reader) & when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & its you, it always had been you

·˚ ༘ riddle rosehearts (2nd year ramshackle dorm leader)

"the decision of all professors and staffs of night raven college falls in favor for miss (name) (last name) to enroll here - exempting them from the all-boys rule. she will be in charge of the ramshackle dorm during her stay here."

riddle does not understand how on earth were you able to stay in the school and always hold yourself with such grace, he couldn't explain why your presence seems to be similar to vil like you were oozing of calm vibes

you were the total opposites - he is more accustomed to fire while you specialize in water magic*. he lose his rationality quickly while he had never see you even falter during the time you two were classmates + he always abides by the rules while you do what ever you want 

"you are not allowed to sleep in class!" "it's not sleeping, i am just resting my eyes..." "you must not pick flowers from the garden on wednesdays." "riddle, i am not under the queen of hearts rules."

and riddle actually holds a one sided grudge against you for that + makes it his mission always to remind you of the rules, going on about mini rants to which you nodded to while reading your books

typically, riddle would've mention something about the rule of the queen of hearts but he was strangely quiet. you see him looking down at his notebook, lost in his world. and that surprised you because never you would've thought you would know this side of him. "no rule trivia for today?" "...huh?" "there is something on your mind, no? why don't we talk about that instead our usual trivias."

as time passed by, you and riddle gradually close friends to the point that heartslabyul treats you like their saving grace whenever riddle goes on a rampage, even more when you became second years

when the first overblot happened, it was the first time he saw your face, usually so calm, crumbled like dust when the blot manifested into a large phantom

"hahaha! the law in this world is me! not even you, (name), can stop me!" "i'm not letting you go so easily, riddle. rules are meant to protect your people, but you don't realize you are using them to suffocate them. you even hurt my dorm mates, enough of this!"

riddle was sure you wouldn't speak to him again because you weren't there the moment he woke up. he tried asking trey and cater if you were avoiding him, but they could not answer him. the next few days, he didn't even get to talk to you.

then he found himself admiring nrc at night time, breaking his own rules, maybe it's okay to let is slide for now. as he needs some time to think

absentmindedly wandering around the school grounds, letting the cool breeze feel his skin, riddle had his hand brushing through the thick bushes until they got pricked by a stray thorn "ah-" he hissed, holding up his pricked finger. it was just a tiny injury that's nothing to worry about. the injury was nothing compared to what he saw next "riddle? what are you doing this here at this hour?"

riddle spotted you sitting under the tree where silver usually takes his naps, surrounded by bunnies as they piled around your lap.

after days of not seeing each other, riddle thought he was going crazy because the last time he saw you, he knew pretty sure that your eyes and hair do not have that silver glow - it was like you were the moon itself

"is it my fault that your eyes and hair changed?" "oh, this is awkward... " you look at the bunnies trying to hide behind you, being scared of riddle's sudden appearance, contemplating about something before sighing in defeat. "i think i owe you an explanation. but first, can you keep a secret?" this confused riddle very much. what do you mean explanation? did something happen while he was out? before he could even think of it, you were already in front of him - your point and middle finger placed on his forehead. 'the moon has come out to play, now bid your worries away.' a comfortable feeling of cold wrapped around riddle's body, feeling the fatigue from his overblotting disappear, the weight on his shoulder being gone and his pricked finger healed. while riddle stared at you in shock, you finally reveal your true appearance and float around him like a curious child. "would you believe me if i told you i am the descendant of the moon goddess?"

... oh. OH !!

prepare for him because this little goldfish right here is most likely a fan of reading books about your kind + cue the sparkling eyes

and oh my god are those butterflies he can feel in his stomach? or maybe he is just hungry but he only feel that way around you though. oh well !!

** okay so i think reader will be compatible with water magic because the moon has this gravitaional pull right which cause the high tides and low tides... and riddle is fire!

·˚ ༘ leona kingscholar (3rd year transfer student)

"kingscholar, think of this as your punishment for the spelldrive incident. i would gladly take miss (name) for a tour but alas, there are countless of papers that needs my attention."

leona knew that there is something like a cloak of mysteriousness around you the moment you appeared in the college mid-year as a transfer student from rsa

just you don't interfere with his plans and he will also stay out of yours but it turns out he was assigned by the crow to take you around

"... wow, do i look like a punishment worthy chore?" you sigh, shaking your head in disappointment before turning to leona and he could swear he could see your eyes glowing for a moment when you stare at him. "i take it that the dorm leader of savannaclaw will be my tour guide?" "just don't lag behind." giving you a shrug before he started walking ahead of you. despite his short descriptions and tour around the school, leona is thankful that you didn't seem to be a nosy type of person, just a little on the calm and reserve type than most people he knew.

doesn't understand how people seems to look starstruck whenever you walk by them i mean you are attractive yes but not being able to move? that's different

it also turns out you share most of your classes! maybe crowley was really punishing him for the incident as he was stuck with you, being your babysitter.

but you almost look like his babysitter + quickly became one of the most tolerable people in the school and he doesn't mind having you around

"leona? let me bother you for a moment, can you help me with this problem?" "oh that?" the lion lifted his head and stared at the paper you were holding before waving his hand in dismissal. "remember the activity we did as partners? that's the one." "..." you squinted your eyes and leona could see them literally glow in purple light causing him to blink several times if he was seeing it right but it disappeared quickly. "oh i get it now, thanks." "do your eyes really glow like that?" "huh? i don't know what you are talking about."

you were not the nagging type - letting him hide and snooze off behind you during class and surprisingly, you were fun to spar with during practical exams + too smart for your own good

he had never seen any kind of fighting similar to yours like your fighting style is only yours to begin with - not only you excel in defending, you never seem to get tired despite being a speedy defender.

you and the savanaclaw dorm leader spent the whole afternoon sparring with each other and by the time you notice it, the sun was already setting. "aren't you tired yet, leona?" "you better tell me how you manage to keep up with me all this time." you did say to keep up with you the first time we met." you twirl your spear around you before stabbing it on the ground, leaning on it and grinned at leona. "i'm just keeping my promise."

now leona was pretty sure you are not a normal transfer student + especially after fighting with you in the island of woe and it was pretty interesting how you unexpectedly exposed yourself in front him and jamil.

the moment you, who was assigned to be in the front of the group due to you having the most capable defensive powers, entered the room on the current sector, leona and jamil look at your back in surprise. "(name)-senpai?" "what's up, jamil?" "... is that a normal thing for you?" the room was oozing with the presence of phantoms everywhere and there was no source of light - aside from your hair locks that are now shining like a billowing night sky of twinkling stardust, borne in a void of black and fading in an indigo moonset "oh that's normal, we can just use it as source of light. save your magic for now." "no wonder your magic feels different from everyone else - you are a moon goddess, right?"

leona is not blind, he just need a solid evidence to confirm his gut feeling. unique magic spells + signature spear + glowing eyes and your hair locks literally looking like that?

while fighting along side each other, leona could literally leave his back open because heknew and trust that you always have his back and vice versa

"leona-senpai, watch out-" before jamil could jump in between the incoming attack and leona, you pulled the second year by his hood deflected the attack with your spear so effortlessly. "it's fine, moon fairy here got our backs." you hear leona said proudly before landing a critical hit on the phantom. "aren't you glad you're stuck with us?"

everyone in school knows how two of you would make an unbeatable duo when it comes to strategies and games

and not going to lie, leona thinks so too! you are strong, smart and everything above + treats you life his closest friend and respects you a lot but you do things sometimes that are not really necessary

"are you done yet?" he couldn't help but ask, his tail thumping on the floor with annoyance while you tried braiding some parts of his hair.

you peek over his should and smiled, trying to show him the small braid that you did on the side. "yeah, it's fun braiding your hair!" after your identity being revealed, you let yourself relax more around him - when you express happiness, your hair starts glowing as it did before and small crescent like moon thingy start appearing around you

... leona find that cute + now he understand why people become starstruck when it comes to you

**you know how moonlight cookie's hair color looks like? yeah that's the one!

·˚ ༘ azul ashengrotto (2nd year ramshackle vice dorm leader)

"did you hear about the rumors? recently, students are saying that when you go to the botanical garden at night and stand under the moonlight - all your questions will be answered!"

the fact that rumors like that exists made azul irritated because it means he got competition. and having competition in the thing he do best is not fun.

so he and the twins went to investigate - how and where the rumors first started and who are most likely to be involved in the case

surprisingly enough, it all leads to a certain ramshackle vice dorm leader aka you + azul already knew you due to being the same year and his 'rival'

he considers you as his rival because you two always seem to fight for the top 2 and 3 spot every exam but for you... i think he would be hurt if you say that you like to aim for the top spot because it's fun 🤩

it was during lunch time and you were planning to eat with yuu, grim and the others when all of a sudden, someone blocked your way out by leaning on the door. "(last name) can i ask a bit of your time? i would like to ask you regarding an important matter." the ever so charismatic azul asked, his usual charming smile on as if he wants to do business with you. "oh, hi azul. what is it about?" "how delightful! do you happen to know the rumor about your unanswered questions will be answered as you stand under the moonlight?" "there is a rumor like that? under the moonlight? why the specifics?" one thing that azul observed about you is that your emotion reflects on your eyes. call it his gut feel but just one look and he already knew you were telling the truth "a pity... it seems like i am back to square one." "... maybe i can go help you out? i am not that busy these upcoming days."

and so azul's little group grew in numbers consisting of him, you, yuu, grim and the twins. oddly enough, it was actually fun to hang out with you

azul never got to interact with you that much before and only knew information about your through papers and from what he heard from people but being with you right now exceeds his expectations

"if headmaster crowley is similar to crow... do you think he likes to hoard shiny things?" you suddenly whispered it to azul one day in class, your mind clearly wandering and not paying attention to what professor trein is writing on the board. "what is with the random thought?" what is we leave a trail of shiny things and create a trap, that would be really funny."

you were an oddball. sometimes you will joke around with him and trying to make him laugh during class. there are also times where he couldn't explain the calming feeling he had whenever you are around + he could never even feel any other intentions from your actions as if you genuinely want to become his friend

it took him a while to notice how you always seem to stand out and become the embodiment of grace and elegance - a confident yet modest person who knows what you want

you always help him out in solving the rumor mystery but there is something that made you look suspicious → you always go back to your dorm before sunset

it's not that he wants to take up all your time but the way you stand firm of not being able to join them during night time and saying how dangerous it is made him suspect you of something

so he went alone wearing his ceremonial robes (the twins are taking over his duties for a while i know very unbelievable but imagine) to investigate the botanical garden and there he saw you run inside - a trail of silver light following you behind

and when azul went inside to stand in the spot, trying to think of what to wish until he hears a familiar voice ringing in the building

"say your wish out loud and the moon will light its way to you." "well, now this is marvelous. can i see one guiding my wish for me?" azul looked up, trying to call out for you, even looking around to see signs of you. there was a moment of silence before he heard you sigh and in an instance, you appeared before him, avoiding his look. "i thought i told you to let it go?"

after finding out you were his competitor - he didn't really feel annoyed at all! rather he was intrigued on how you were able to do it ...? you help the students find the answers on their own in their dreams?!

seeing your hair glow in silver light in the dark reminds him of himself as some octopus also glow in the dark just like him!

"azul, do you know that i really admire you?" "me? what is there to admire about me? i do nknow i have a remarkable potential but compared to y-" "no, seriously. you don't need to compare yourself to me. having to do all these business related work AND studying at the same time? you should appreciate yourself more."

... do you want to make him cry on the spot? hearing such words makes him happy but hearing it from you aka one of the people he really admire and yes he admits he admire you as a rival - his emotions are going haywire.

even if he is smart, it will take time for azul to realize that his admiration is just growing stronger and stronger each day and bloom into something else

[ir-abelas-vhenan]

Daily Dose of Solas-Posting Time/just a love of what love can achieve I guess?

I think a lot of people in this fan space struggle to distinguish the apparently very blurred line between "oh look, this poster likes Solas and must therefore condone murder to achieve one's goals", and "rad, she understands that this is a game in which characters do things she would never approve of in real life but given the fact that these are all tiny people on a screen she enjoys extrapolating larger themes"

And for those of you in that second camp how freaking beautiful is it that we get to see one of the oldest saddest elves go on an absolute bender and still get the chance to make things right because he has a friend/lover who knows his heart and refuses to let him hide from it any longer.

Varric disapproves of trying to save him at the end of Trespasser and clearly at some point within the next eight years goes "you know what? This sassy nerdy passionate guy was my friend once and I believe in what he could be if he gives up on the self-destructive path he's chosen"

Harding struggles to fathom what the Inquisitor sees in a disingenuous clefted egg but knows that if nothing else she trusts her friends and for all my critiques of Veilguard I do think Bellara gets a baller of a line with the "trust your heart, it is a good one" banger. Harding may not know exactly how she feels about Solas (and yeah that is so fair) but she knows the Inquisitor's heart is a good one, and if they're trying to save him, she trusts it. She chooses to believe that in an ever-darkening world there is power in restoring a little bit of light.

Your Inquisitor has the option to be like "wow this guy was my friend, occasional confidante (and potentially the most brutal love of my life), fought alongside me and guarded my life as I guarded his, and spoke so wistfully of things I did not understand at the time but now realize came from a place of deep grief. The way he's acting now stems from hurt and trauma and I know it'd be easier to just stab him with his own dagger but what if what if what if..."

And if you're able to look at his story at its simplest (if you're able to see past the broken man and into the spirit of wisdom he once was, if you will) it's really just the grandest version of pre-EA Bioware's bread and butter theme for at least a few companions per game: even the most broken people are capable of changing themselves and ultimately the world for the better if those who can reach out a hand do. And the Inquisitor only has the one hand to reach out, in fact they only have that one hand because of the very man they're hunting down, but if they can find it in themselves to extend it, damn. It brings a broken man back to his feet after an absolutely brutal confrontation of his past and helps him stand tall and face what's coming next in a way he wouldn't have been capable of otherwise. It lets Solas, who is at his absolute lowest, know that someone he strongly admires, who can relate to the challenges he once faced as the young leader of a massive movement, sees the parts of him that just want to do what's right but can't quite remember how anymore.

And to someone who hasn't fought in a war or forged the tools that wrecked entire civilizations, sure maybe that wouldn't hit as hard. But who amongst us hasn't betrayed the core of who we are to make others happy and regretted it? Who hasn't charged down a path that sent thorns digging into their skin with every step because to stop and turn back means facing everything they've done to get there? Means admitting they were wrong? Who hasn't hit a low and crawled their way back to themselves again because that hand came down and refused to let go?

To someone like that, like me, it can make all the difference in the world to see it go down on that tiny little screen.

Mmmmm there's just so much power in having even one person who sees you self-destructing at your worst and goes "not on my watch" and I love that most of these games have brought us such beautifully simple yet meaningful ideas in so many different ways.

[cash-legacy]

SOGUE MAGAZINE, WINTER 2024

The Blood of the Innocent: Judith Ward's Dirty Little Secret

(For the Occultify a Sim challenge in the Occult Simblr Discord)

Nobody will forget the feeling of seeing their childhood favorite movie star twenty years later. The nostalgia of seeing their face, the weird awareness of your own mortality as you take in the new wrinkles and lines. Did she have those kids when she filmed that movie? Were they really that young? I'm older than he was when he filmed that one show... But one Del Sol face has yet to bear the scars of time - the ever-iconic Judith Ward. In our interview, Ward told me exactly how she's stayed just so young and lovely: consensual Vampirism.

Want more? Read the rest of the article below the cut!

This announcement comes at a complicated time for Simerica, as anti-Occult sentiments have spread across the nation like wildfire, and public opinion has shifted away from their support. Vampires especially, known for their "inborn" violent tendencies towards ordinary Sims, face a great deal of discrimination in many regions. Some Sims view this as a safety measure, a means of keeping natural killers away from their families. Recent legislation has attempted to make this a national issue, as opposed to a region-specific one, as proposed by senators Victor Feng and Anne Thorne, of San Myshuno and Copperdale respectively. Others sympathize with the Occult cause. Feng and Thorne's bill failed to get the required majority, but it was close. Many Sims on both sides of the political spectrum felt that the vote should have swung one way or another, and celebrities across Simerica have taken to speaking their piece. Judith Ward's, however, may be the most personal - and impactful - of them all. We conducted our interview at Ward's Del Sol house:

WHY NOW? "Now is precisely the right time to speak up about these things. Sims across the nation are wondering what to believe, and who to trust. And they know they can trust me. If being open about what I am convinces even a single Sim to join the cause and protect my people, it will have been worth all the backlash I expect to face." YOU CALLED IT CONSENSUAL VAMPIRISM. EXPLAIN THAT? "It's true that untrained or under-educated Vampires can cause massive harm to populations, especially in small towns. But the solution to that problem isn't punishing them, or stripping them of their resources. We've seen what happens when you do that. It's why we've had this moment of tension in the first place. But when provided the resources needed to survive harmlessly, Vampires are no more dangerous than any other Sim." BUT... "CONSENSUAL?" "I keep a few Sims in my employ. Times are tough, and I pay handsomely. It's in cooperation with a private medical practice, they're thoroughly informed beforehand, and it's all quite sterile and ethical, don't you worry." TELL ME ABOUT YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH VAMPIRISM. "I admit, when I first signed up for it, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. It was frightening. The transformation can be quite painful, particularly in the first few days. I've had some issues with work, too. I have to film daylight scenes in short bursts, or on soundstages. I've lost more than a few roles because of it. But I've got it easy, all things considered. My heart really goes out to all those who don't have such flexibility in their careers."

It's hard to say for certain where Occult politics will lead. Polling is wildly polarized across and within regions, and extremism on both sides is rampant. More and more prominent social figures are taking stances, and Judith Ward certainly won't be the last. Only time will tell which way the political compass will turn. See you next time, LINCOLN BROADSHEET

CelebCrave: Sogue Journalist Fired After Political Tantrum!

"They wildly misrepresented me," complained former Sogue interviewer Lincoln Broadsheet, in a recent Social Bunny post. "I didn't approve the cover or the title... It's incredibly hurtful to see such a prominent magazine ignore my intentions as a writer like this... And they fired me over it. Writers like me get fired for trying to provide the truth, instead of writing for clicks." Read the full Social Bunny thread here: Lincoln Broadsheet @ LBWrites replying to @[...] They wildly misrepresented me and Judith. It was a huge lapse in judgment from Sogue, and their decision to fire me when I protested was irresponsible. 1/8 Lincoln Broadsheet @ LBWrites I didn't approve the cover or the title. My articles are always unbiased, especially when they're about such decisive subjects. It's incredibly hurtful to see such a prominent magazine ignore my intentions as a writer like this. 2/8 Lincoln Broadsheet @ LBWrites I couldn't sit by without speaking out, and they fired me over it. It hurts to see how many Sims don't care about misinformation and biased reporting. These issues are rampant, and writers like me get fired for trying to provide the truth, instead of writing for clicks. 3/8 [...]

[spookwyrdie]

Sweet Spot {part 2}

{part 1}{part 2}{part 3}{part 4}{part 5}{part 6}

Baker Felix x Florist reader

summary: Setting up for an actual wedding is a lot of work, especially when you can't stop thinking about the dream you had about Felix. Is floral prep enough to distract you? That becomes a huge challenge when Felix helps you out in your time of need. // genre: fluff, angst if you squint // word count: 3.1k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes //a/n: This chapter isn't explicit, but it'll be worth the wait. if you're not on the taglist and would like to be, please reply to this post or send me an ask!🥰

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, so you didn’t have an extra moment to spare to even think about Felix and the dream. You didn’t have to think about the way your heart thumped uncomfortably in your chest at the memory of Dream Felix’s hands roaming your body. If you found yourself with an extra moment of downtime, the memory would flood your thoughts, heating you up and bringing a flush to your cheek. It was such a visceral dream. You could almost feel the ghost of his fingers digging into your hips, controlling the speed of your thrusts. But with the ever lengthening to-do list to get all the florals done before this wedding, you had the perfect distraction from the new wave of feeling for Felix. 

Well, it was the perfect distraction - until you needed help the night before the wedding. Your humble little floral business was just you and Hyunjin, and both of you had been working overtime to deal with the last minute bohemian aesthetic switch. Your fingers were rubbed raw by all the armature wire and wayward thorns that found their way into your thumbs. It was an all-hands-on-deck situation, so you called in the reinforcements. 

By the time the back-up arrives in the shape of Chan, Minho, and Felix, your apartment looks like the garden supply section of a home improvement store exploded. You have deep bags under your eyes when you answer the door. Relief spreads on your face at the sight of the three extra pairs of hands, ready to lighten some of this blossom burden. 

“Sorry for the mess, I had to take out most of the food from my fridge to make room for these flowers,” you say sheepishly. “The fridge at the shop is already packed.”

Hyunjin waves at them without looking up from his position hunched over on the floor, counting the bundles of pampas grass, baby’s breath, and Queen Anne’s lace.

“Y/n, this is way too much. I hope you’ve upped your fee for this,” Minho says, eyeing the different greenery strewn around the floor of your apartment. “A big last minute change like this warrants more money.”

“Yeah, I know, maybe I’ll try to talk to Johnny sometime about it.”

“Definitely talk to Johnny about it,” Chan adds. “Don’t let any client rip you off, especially not your ex.”

“You also look like you need some rest,” Felix says, coming up behind you and resting his hands on your shoulders. The protest rising in your throat dies immediately as he starts to knead lightly into your tense muscles. Your eyes close for a moment, leaning into the comforting touch, tilting your head forward as his thumbs rub an even rhythm up the back of your neck. His deep voice, so close you can feel his breath ghost along your skin, breaks you out of your reverie when he says, “So what do you need us to do?”

You clear your throat as your head snaps back up. 

“Right, so…”

You give them each a task - Minho adding final touches to the corsages and boutonnieres, Hyunjin putting together the bridesmaids bouquets and table arrangements, then handing them to Chan for the finishing ribbon. Which leaves you and Felix on your own. This wouldn’t be an issue under normal circumstances, but having a sex dream about one of your best friends isn’t exactly the most normal circumstance. Your focus goes to the flowers, avoiding eye contact with Felix. The two of you are hunched over the separate parts of the arch, wrapping and securing the vines, leaves, and grasses onto the armature. You try not to notice when your fingers brush, sending a tingle through your hands.

After the fifth time you yawn, Felix leans forward to catch your eye, concern written on his face. “Y/n, you are literally about to fall asleep standing up. We can take it from here, you go lay down.”

“No!” you shake your head vigorously, blinking to keep yourself awake. “I have to make sure all of this stuff gets finished.”

“The rest of us are here and Hyunjin knows how to store everything until tomorrow,” he implores. “You need to get some sleep before set-up tomorrow.”

You blink slowly, like a frog, as you look from him, to Hyunjin, Chan, and Minho on the floor. Felix sighs, putting down the wire cutters, and taking your hand. Silently, he leads you to your bedroom, ignoring your exhausted whining. You shuffle in, immediately face planting onto your mattress. You feel Felix pulling the blanket around your body, tucking you in.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. We will handle the rest of this,” he murmurs, deep voice lulling you to sleep. “Also, don’t forget to send me the address tomorrow for the venue. I’ll meet you there after I finish up with a delivery.”

You hum in agreement, too drowsy to form words, eyelids heavy. The room is quiet as you feel yourself begin to drift off. You assume Felix had left until you hear a small whisper in your ear. 

“See you tomorrow,” he says as he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your temple.

~~~

The morning is a full frenzy. Before dawn, you and Hyunjin nearly trip over each other to load up the van, playing a floral version of tetris. With the wedding venue being nearly an hour and a half drive away, you were double and triple checking your inventory before heading out. You did sleep pretty well last night once Felix forced you to stop working and go to bed.

Just as you were about to jump into the passenger's seat, Hyunjin asks “Y/n, aren’t you forgetting something?”

You go down your mental checklist, everything seems in order - the garlands are all boxed properly, the table arrangements and vases are stacked carefully, the floral arch is broken down into its separate pieces for traveling. You made sure every petal and leaf was accounted for.

“No, I don’t think so. What?”

Hyunjin stares at you, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at your clothes and back up. “Sweetie, your dress?”

You gasp, jogging back up to your apartment to grab the outfit you painstakingly put together for this wedding. The garment bag with your dress, your overnight clothes, and all of the things you need to look presentable, hangs neatly on your bedroom door. This is the first wedding that you’ve been both hired for and invited to attend. It would have been simple to set up all the flowers and then leave, but you have a strange sense of dignity that you need to uphold when it comes to your condescending ex. Of course you’ll show up, and you’ll even have a very good looking date joining you.

That warm rush of arousal burns through you again at the thought of introducing Felix as your date - no, your boyfriend. Truth be told, the idea of playing pretend with Felix for one night like this excited you. It was actually his idea to pretend you were dating, it would make your success seem all that more believable. You could tuck this memory away for the future, a snapshot of what it could be like if Felix reciprocated your feelings. 

You trot back to the van, hanging your garment back up on one of the hooks in the back. Anxiety bubbles up in your chest as you settle in for the mini road trip to the venue. At the last minute, you remember to text Felix the address.

you: the address for the venue is 143 Myrtle Way. you: sorry that it’s a bit of a trek. 🌻Felix: are you sure this is the right address? you: yeah, why? 🌻Felix: no reason, just double checking.  🌻Felix: see you soon 🥰

~~~

You hate admitting that Johnny and Jenny picked a lovely venue for their wedding. It’s deep in wine country, a smaller venue for the expected 100 guests, at the perfect time of summer. There’s a semi-outdoor section for the ceremony, attached to a lovely covered reception hall, all within a few hundred feet of the actual resort where most of the guests and wedding party are going to stay. Everything is lush and green surrounding the area. Even in the early morning light, you take a moment to soak in the crisp air.

When you and Hyunjin arrive around 7 AM, the sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon. Even though it’s not for a few hours, you get to work unloading. You’ve always been an “err on the side of caution” type when it comes to being early to a place. Staff shuffles you in to begin bringing in load after load of flowers. The main ceremony hall is where you start, hanging all the garlands and tulle around as planned. Hyunjin holds a stepladder while you start pinning up the hanging greenery, hands tinged green from handling all the leaves and vines.

It’s a little after 9 AM and you’re about halfway done with the main hall. You sigh, rolling your tense shoulders and neck, wishing you had the extra pairs of help hands you had last night. The memory of Felix pressing a kiss to your temple burns through you suddenly. Did he really do that? Was that just something you made up as you drifted off? Maybe your anxious brain wanted to soothe you a little before such a big event. 

You reach up to pin another vine when you sense a person next to you. Assuming it’s Hyunjin, you say, “Could you hand me that spool of twine, hun?”

“Hun?” a deep voice responds. “Is that my new pet name?”

You squeak, slipping a little from the surprise. Two hands grab your waist to steady you on the stepladder. 

“Careful, Y/n!” Felix chuckles.  “People might think you’re falling for me.”

“Felix! Why are you here so early?!”

He saunters around you, picking up the twine and reaches up to hand it to you.

“Is that anyway to greet your boyfriend?” His voice is bubbly and light, contrasting with his deep tone. “I got done with my delivery earlier than expected, so I figured I’d come and help you set up.”

“O-oh,” you stammer. “Thanks, Lixie.”

He smiles as you take the twine from his hand, his whole face lighting up. It makes the butterflies in your stomach start to swarm. 

Felix’s help is a huge relief. He seems to anticipate your needs, handing you things before you even ask, grabbing you a coffee and some food to help you perk up a little. The biggest relief is how he eases your nerves about the actual wedding you're decorating for currently.

Hyunjin is inside working on the table arrangements while you and Felix finally start on the arch. Right where the bride and groom will be standing, you snap all the pieces together, Felix helping hold all of the parts up while you handle the screwdriver. The spot at the top has been tricky, holding your arms far above your head and nearly standing on your tiptoes to attach the metal armature together. 

“I’m going to try something, okay?” Felix says, watching you struggle from his position of holding the stepladder steady. Before you even have time to process what happens, he wraps his arms around your thighs, hugging tightly, and lifting you up a few more inches. You gasp, hands shaking as you try to finish up what you’re working on. When you finally get the screw cinched down, you look down at him.

The way his eyes are literally sparkling as he holds you up with so little effort has that same heat pooling in your belly. He looks like the sun incarnate, a warm glow seems to emanate from him as he smiles up at you. You feel your cheeks heat at his rapt attention. Other parts of you also heat up when you realize how close his face is to your core. Your mind floods with images of what he would look like between your legs in a different context, and you feel a jolt of desire burn through your body. 

“You can put me down now Felix,” you whisper.

“Oh!” he starts, broken out of his trance. “Yeah, of course.”

But he doesn’t just set you down. The grip he has on your thighs loosens slightly as he lets gravity drag you down slowly. Your whole body is pressed up against his as you slide down, feeling every inch of his torso. His hands caress up your hips as you move down. Once your feet touch the ground, he doesn’t let you go, holding you close in his embrace. You’re almost at eye level with him, faces so close you can feel his breath against your skin. His hands splay across your back, fingers clutching the fabric of your sweater. Fluttering in your chest, your heartbeat feels like it’s about to burst as he leans his face in, closing the distance one millimeter at a time.

“Felix, I-”

Just then, the door to the seating area bursts open. Jenny, wrapped in a fuzzy white bathrobe, her brown hair in curlers, is marching towards you with a frazzled Hyunjin following behind her. You gasp, pushing Felix away, clearing your throat.

“Hey Jenny!” The adrenaline pumping through you from the shock makes your voice waver a little.

“Y/n, I need to see my bouquet RIGHT NOW,” Jenny says, distress painted on her features.

“S-sure, let me take you to the fridge.”

Hyunjin mouths ‘sorry’ as he shrugs, clearly this was out of his hands. You leave Felix and Hyunjin in the main hall and lead Jenny to the kitchen area, her slippers slapping against the tile. Her anxiety is palpable, you can almost taste it. You reach into the fridge towards the back, wanting to keep these blooms in the best condition.

“If you want to make any changes, I brought some extra flowers and greens just in case,” you say cautiously as you bring out the bouquet. It was just like you two had agreed on during the last consultation,  a muted tone bouquet of white, cream, and pink. There are different types of grasses like white bunny tail puffs and longer fronds of pampas framing the light blooms. Leaves of a sage green pop through to complement the blooms. A few quail feathers placed in between some of the grasses peek through, giving the texture more depth. 

She’s silent as she wrings her hands, a deep crease of worry marks her brow. You wait, trying to gauge her reaction - does she love it? Hate it?

“Y/n, I-” she squeaks. “It’s lovely. I’m sorry. I just got all up in my head about today and then Johnny texted me something, so I had to check.”

“Huh? What did Johnny text you?”

“He said something about the bouquet being wrong. He kind of implied that you were doing a bad job on purpose.”

“What?!”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her breathing panicked now. “The stress is just, like, getting to me I guess.” 

She slumps against the counter, placing her forehead against the cold countertop. You return the bouquet to the cold of the fridge, and turn around. She’s shaking a little as she leans over the counter, her breath shuddering. You tentatively reach your hand out to place it on her back, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades.

“It’s okay, Jen. I know the planning has to be stressful.”

“Yeah,” Jenny’s voice comes out so small, muffled against the counter. “I don’t know. I never thought I’d get cold feet, but now they’re, like, freezing.”

She lifts her head to look at you, eyes shiny with unshed tears.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake with him?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, balking at her question. The two of you have never been close, this whole exchange has been well outside your comfort zone.

“No, I don’t,” you say. “I think you two work so well together. You’re Jenny and Johnny!”

“Right but like, will I still get to be Jenny once I’m married to Johnny?”

You pause, unsure of how to respond. “I’m confident that you two work well as a unit and as independents. I think this is just pre-wedding jitters for both of you.”

She gives a slight nod, gazing off into the distance. 

“Also, to be honest, Johnny has never known shit about flowers, so what would he know about this bouquet?”

Jenny giggles, a funny hiccuping sound. 

“Do you like it? We can still make some changes,” you offer.

“No, no. I love it. It’s exactly like I pictured,” she sighs, finally coming down from her outburst. “Thanks, Y/n.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as she turns to leave. The bridesmaids are waiting outside the kitchen, having chased after her when she ran out to the lobby. They coo at her, creating a din of reassurance as they usher her back towards the dressing room. You wander back into the main hall, watching Hyunjin and Felix affix the last of the lights to the garlands, perfecting the atmosphere.

“Hey, Y/n, how did it go?” says Felix once he sees you.

“It was alright, she was just a nervous bride looking for an outlet of her stress.”

“Good, I thought she was going to explode based on how fast she was talking to me earlier,” says Hyunjin.

You chuckle at that. “Nah, she’s alright. Johnny apparently talked shit about my floral arrangement skills, so it made her really nervous. But, whatever.”

“Jerk,” quips Felix.

You hum in agreement. “It looks great in here, guys.”

“Thanks, we’re just about to finish up,” Hyunjin says. “You can go ahead and start getting ready, the ceremony starts in a couple of hours.”

Right, the actual ceremony. That sickly anxious feeling pulses through you again. Interacting with a nervous bride is one thing, but seeing your ex getting married is an entirely different beast. You take a calming breath, trying to shake the nerves.

“If you need anything, sweetie…” Felix says, placing his hand on your shoulder. Your nerves roar back to life at his simple touch. “...let me know.”

It’s wild how incredibly vulnerable one sentence can make you feel. Felix has a way of making you feel like you’re under a spotlight, but instead of sweating nervously in front of a crowd, it’s like basking in the warm glow of sunset. You get a little lost in his eyes for a moment before shaking yourself out of it. 

“Wish me luck!”

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[agirlandherquill]

the fourteenth day of writemas

day 14 is here, today's post is written on the eve of a trip i've been dreaming of for years - i'm going to see phantom of the opera! by the time this post goes live it'll probably be when i'm attempting to sleep for my 7am train - a very early morning for me but i am so, so excited, so while i may be slightly later than usual at reading everyone's entries (apologies for my lack of engagement these last couple of days, what with the chaos of christmas break starting, i fully intend to read every post i've missed on my train in the morning), i will do my best to get around to them! and as for today's prompts, i'm feeling something deep, something dark, something hauntingly dramatic - just like phantom of the opera! and it's safe to say that my writing inspiration is going to be deeply, deeply biased over the next day or two, but what can i say? it would be a crime not to share the prompts that this haunting tale brings to me - and as always, i'm looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

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now for the part you're all here to see - the prompts!

Prompt List:

Dialogue Prompts:

"Whisper my name. Learn it. Bleed it out upon these stones, because I want to know that you will never forget."

"I will let you run, because I know in the end, you'll come back to me. Always."

"Leave this place. Leave me. I have had enough. I cannot endure another moment with you, so please, I beg you, leave."

Setting Prompts:

An archway

A wall of thorns

A burning house

Narration Prompts:

The reflection in the mirror was a mockery. The perfect parts of herself had become flaws, the broken pieces seemed beautiful.

He wished looks would kill. It would save him the effort of a slaughter, and he was not in the mood for dirtying his sleeves with blood, not when he had someone to see.

The fall of their smile signalled the end of kingdoms. Not one. Every last one.

Feeling Prompts:

The pain of leaving

The joy of seeing

The sharpness of broken glass

(because i'm insanely overeager, this post like its predecessor will be going live at 00:01 UK Time, apologies to those of you that receive it early but hey, early presents are still pretty good presents :) )

eagerly awaiting your creations, and as always, happy holidays!

~ A Girl And Her Quill

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[ladyxskywalker]

In Exile, ii

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

During his morning meditation on the mountain side, Anakin faces a new enemy

part one | part three

a choose your own outcome story !

weekly story polls posted at the end of each chapter !

hope you enjoy ! 💌

Cliffs

Anakin didn’t like very many people.

Not since forming a close bond with Obi Wan, and certainly not since falling in love with Padme.

The idea of love never even crossed his mind in the last few years living out his existence on this planet. Monotony, and isolation compounded all of that for him. It was no longer on his radar.

Wherever he ended up in life, he didn’t feel it necessary to speak to anyone, let alone form a friendship with them if he absolutely didn’t have to.

He kept his head down. Stayed quiet. Tended to his field everyday. Watched as his crops and trees took on shape and beauty. That was something he could relate to - hard work, and discipline. Doing his best, and making sure that he was absolutely ‘better’ than everyone.

they don’t know what I’m capable of…

But when his neighbor moved in on the plot of land next to his, everything started to change. A man who once lost his sense of humanity, started to become whole again. 

Her smile did that for him.

And the sound of her voice alone, seemed to have made things the slightest bit better again.

So, when she told him of her troubles the day before involving that lowly fisherman, he got angry. Even more so when he heard more about this from the villagers in town.

It took everything in him just to speak with the modest shopkeepers, and the elders. Going against staying silent in order just to help her.

what do you know about him?

he’s a defector! a scoundrel!

fled fighting in the war?

I don’t know where from, but yes. took off during the clone wars.

how did he end up here?

bar fight, ended badly.

what do you mean?

stole from someone, then killed them. had a bounty on his head but escaped, somehow ended up here.

he won’t be here for long…

we’re good people, lars, none of us asked for thieves and criminals to infiltrate our home…

If only they knew…

As he begins to feel one with all of his thoughts, a light breeze begins to pass through all of the trees behind him. The sweet melodic song birds, delivering their peace to all of the mountainside. Everything is green here. The water, freshest just from falling. All that was once jagged is now made smooth again; the river, freely flowing over all of the stones and rock.

It reminds him of a time when everything made more sense. At least, that is what he settles with during his daily meditation. Breathing like this with his eyes closed makes him feel as though he has some sort of purpose, a reminder that, yes, perhaps I can in fact be whole again. 

But, it’s this one fight that’s been holding him back from all of it.

A kind face, that no matter how hard he tries, can never be forgotten.

Frankly, it’s become somewhat of an annoyance…

A beautiful, and persistent, growing sort of distraction…

you’re nice to me.

I try.

“Ha! Would you get a load of this! Tough guy seems to be one with nature! I know what you really are!”

there he is, perfect timing. 

“And what’s that? I’m just dying for you to tell me…”

With his eyes closed, Anakin smirks, where instinctually he feels the vagrant in question pacing back and forth behind him. 

his steps make the grass fold.

a few twigs have snapped.

“You’re soft! Defending some disgusting woman! What’d you think I wouldn’t hear about where you are?”

“That was my plan all along, not my fault you fell for it.”

there goes a splash into the water.

an echo of a floating basket behind him.

Anakin stands, turning to see what the sound was, only to find broken stems, and dirt, clouding the bottom of a nearby waterfall.

Rose petals. Scattered thorns...

Sunflowers, and broken glass jars.

Stolen garden tools.

Homemade favors, and jam, wrapped in woven cloth of all colors, strewn about the neighboring rocks. 

“You’re nothing, Lars, just like the rest of us! Who knows if that’s even who you really are!”

He smirks, all while lifting the palm of his hand, and controlling the air around them. Watching as his newfound enemy begins to choke on his own breath.

“Perhaps it is best that you address me from the floor.”

Anakin circles him, all while tightening his grip around his neck through the force.

“I was…right…you are…”

With a sharp and instant motion, all at once, he slams him toward the ground.

“Enough.”

Then, he continues with his onslaught.

“It seems you know exactly who I am, and what I’ve done. So the rest is only inevitable…”

His enemy’s eyes are ruthless, but there is only silence. A quiet he can not withhold.

“You’ve led a kind woman into great distress. Destroying her livelihood. And for what? Because she denied you?”

Anakin backhands him, a hardened blow to the face that manages to break the force’s hold.

“Coward.”

He then lands a strengthened kick to his stomach, before stepping on his throat.

Through the grit of teeth, the fisherman snarls.

“You’re…no General…”

“How would you know? You never fought in my war.”

he’s been spreading falsehoods about me and my family throughout the village…

“All you’ve done is harass an innocent girl. Do you take pride in that? What makes you so miserable?”

Releasing his boot, Anakin slowly walks toward the wildflowers. For a second he thinks about collecting some of them when he’s done here. And…the possibility of how they would look on her, worn as a pretty crown.

“She’s nothing but a whore!”

With his back turned, so viciously, he smiles.

“So unfortunate…”

As the nameless vagrant begins to rise to his feet, the entire mountain begins to rumble, causing him to stumble and fall.

“...that now you will be no more than a pile of dust.”

With a menacing crack, Anakin’s wrath lays claim to all of the Earth, forcing his enemy over the ridge ahead of him; listening to his screams ring out from the shattered edges of the cliffs.

what have I done?

why should I feel remorse?

I did nothing wrong...

he deserved it...

“He won’t be a problem anymore.” 

The words come easily, but they are only above a whisper now.

Everything is strangely quiet, where the trees no longer move.

It reminds him of the calm that happens right before a powerful storm.

Except, the carnage has already happened…

And he feels all the more alone.

… ❤️

thanks so much for reading & sharing this story ! I hope you are enjoying the choose your own outcome polls. it has definitely been a lot of fun getting to write these short scenes. sometimes I don't even know what will happen next until I am actually writing them ! I would love to know what you think. 💌😊 xo A

[clayvedevs]

ATP Hunger Games Simulator

With relatively little tournaments going on now post-wimbledon, i've decided that the next best thing is to watch the atp top 25 (minus rat) fight to the death in the hunger games. Since that's also not an option, i'm left just simulating what would happen if they were in the hunger games. So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, meet the cast:

And it's lights out and away we go!

Day 1

And already, there are casualties. Local american idiots Ben Shelton and Taylor Fritz team up to fight brit Jack Draper and honorary brit Alex de Minaur. Unfortunately, Ben and Taylor don't make it. Rip american idiots. You found each other in every universe.

As the day goes on, we don't see any more casualties. However, faa is pricked by thorns, which is about the most action so far. Oh and Hubi sparing Lorenzo's life like the gentleman he is. Daniil with explosives, a great combination i'm sure. As night falls, 2 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Rip Ben Shelton and Taylor Fritz.

Night 1

Some very interesting groups. Not sure why Lorenzo would want to hang out with the guy who just defeated him in a fight, but it's his decision. No more deaths yet. Sebastian Baez is a mood.

Day 2

Novak Djokovic with a spear is something that everyone should be afraid of. But having said that, it is Jack Draper who kills Felix Auger Aliassime, who evidently has not recovered from his earlier thorn prick. Jack - 3, everyone else - 0. A cannon can be heard in the distance. Felix Auger Aliassime, taken from us too soon.

Night 2

Everyone prefers night matches apparently, because all the action is happening at night! Both Chileans fall at the hands of the ruthless Sebastian Korda and the merciless Andrey Rublev respectively. Rip Chile, you had to put clothes on eventually. Alex de Minaur has opted to keep Lorenzo Musetti alive. This is the 2nd time someone could have killed Lore but his puppy dog eyes must have won them over. Will this come back to bite him in the arse? Honestly, i wouldn't need much convincing to snuggle up with Alexander Bublik.

Day 3

Hubi the gentle giant not so gentle, forcing Bublik to kill Karen. If i was Sebastian Korda, i too would question my sanity. I wouldn't even have to be in the hunger games. Alex keeps letting people live, which is nice of him, but what other chance are you gonna get to eliminate the threat that is Novak? Biggest news though, the number 1 seed is out! Yes, Jannik Sinner has been killed at the hands of Sebastian Baez. 4 cannon shots can be heard for the Chileans, Karen and Jannik.

Night 3

Not much to say here, except that Tommy Paul might have an infection, Stefanos is thirdwheeling ruru, and Jack shows mercy for once. Also, i've heard Novak sing in that backhand boys video, and he didn't have the worst vocals.

Day 4

A lot of sanities being questioned. Tommy Paul tried to be too clever and it has backfired on him. Sebastian Korda is the last North American standing. In a repeat of the Dubai semi finals this year, Ugo Humbert has taken down Daniil Medvedev. Is the arena filled with clay? Sebastian Baez seems to be enjoying himself though. And glad to see Andrey try to fix his sleep schedule. 2 cannon shots for Tommy and Daniil.

Night 4

Another night, another Tsitsipas rizz masterclass. First cuddling with Sascha, now holding hands with Jack. In revenge of the Acapulco final, Casper kills Alex. Between this and Daniil, mouse man nation has truly crumbled.

Day 5

It seems like his age is finally catching up with Novak, whose ankle gives out after a chase by the fitter Andrey. After scaring him in Day 4, Holger doesn't finish the job and spares Korda. Maybe he felt bad for the jumpscare? But in a huge twist of events, evidently Bublik hasn't gotten over Hubi forcing him to kill Karen, so he enlists the help of Carlos to get revenge. Poor baby Casper is pricked by thorns. I wonder how he'll fare?

Everyone has failed their mandatory drug test and begins to hallucinate. Sebastian Korda wins the Sebastian Derby, and there goes Latin America's last hope. Both Carlos and Novak die hugging tracker jacker nests. Maybe it's a grand slam winner thing? Also Lorenzo and Holger attempt to run away to wonderland together, but their doomed love story ends there. At least they died together. I know the French eat snails but apparently they also eat scorpions too. And this one is a doozy. A whopping 8 cannon shots can be heard for Alex de Minaur, Hubi Hurkacz, Sebastian Baez, Carlos Alcaraz, Lorenzo Musetti, Holger Rune, Novak Djokovic and Ugo Humbert. At this point, i'm beginning to get scared that Sebastian Korda might actually win this thing.

Night 5

Korda continues his reign of terror, taking out Bublik. Grigor dares to dream, something that he hasn't done in a long time. Probably.

And it's time for the feast!

Oh my! Andrey Rublev has always been a wanted man, but now it seems like he's wanted more than ever, and not in a good way. Grigor doesn't go to the feast. At least he didn't see his lover die.

Day 6

Grigor goes and takes revenge for Andrey's murder, but ultimately decides against going through with it. 2 cannon shots can be heard. Rip Alexander Bublik and Andrey Rublev.

Night 6

Poor Grigor, still haunted by his dead lover. And here's another weird statistic for the atp, tree related deaths - 2. You heard that right ladies and gentlemen. Two people have died from tree related incidents: Jack from falling out of a tree and Sebastian Korda from being stabbed by a tree branch. Ouch. At least his reign of terror is now over.

So, who is still alive?

After flopping on the atp tour for these past months, Casper Ruud, Stefanos Tsitsipas and Grigor Dimitrov suddenly find themselves with a chance at victory. Will it be the iceman Casper Ruud who will find himself winning a title bigger than a 250? Will the balding, bisexual, Bulgarian Grigor Dimitrov win his 2nd title since 2017? Or will Stefanos "daddy issues" Tsitsipas prove that he can win without on-court coaching? Stay tuned to find out.

Day 7

Casper goes back to his Scandi roots and builds a shack worthy of rivaling ikea furniture. 1hbh off and Grigor runs away, knowing he can't shank the ball as well as Stefanos can. 2 shots can be heard for Jack Draper and Sebastian Korda.

Night 7

Stefanos wasn't invited to the cuddle party. The shock of that was too much for him and he passed out. Not fatally though.

Day 8

Stefanos, in awe of Grigor's backhand and slice, knows he cannot compete with him, begs to be killed. Grigor keeps him alive anyway.

Night 8

If this were another genre, it'd be the start of a smutty threesome. But it's the hunger games, so two of these men are gonna be dead come tomorrow.

Day 9

And what's this? Grigor Dimitrov has died from thirst. What a way to go though. And Casper Ruud from district 4, killing off his title contender for king of flopping, has won the hunger games! Congrats king, i hope you win a real title soon.

[yuyusshinelight]

The Elf feat c.jh

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

♪ This post is just pure fiction. This does NOT represent Jongho in any way.

Note: Hi my shining stars! I have a cold so I'm probably not uploading things as often as I would like. But don't worry, I feel a bit better today so I have brought you the next one: Jongho! I hope you have fun reading it as much as I had writing it. I love you all, my shining stars!!!

The Elf tradition. Something he discovered on social media and later he saw in his hyungs. Also it was an activity he wanted to experience with his son since he was born but obviously he couldn't because his son was too young.

But now his kid is three years old so Santa has finally 'sent' one of his elves to his house. Apple, as his son named it. And today is Jongho's turn to move the elf. He is so excited for doing so, more than your son searching the elf in the morning. You actually think that the father is more enthusiastic with this whole thing than the son. Cute.

The matter is that your son has been playing lately with a tiny cactus you have as decoration and, as his parents, you are worried about him getting hurt with the plant. The best solution would have been to hide the cactus but you want to teach your son that if you tell him to not do something for his wellbeing, he should not do it. But, again, he is three years old. Kids are curious and the more you tell them no, the more they want to do it.

So, taking advantage of having a wicked elf in the house, you can teach your son what can happen if he continues playing with the cactus. And that's exactly what Jongho has prepared for this morning. He has put some band-aids on the elf's butt pretending to be hurt and, next to the poor 'pained' elf, he has placed a note.

"Apple! What did you do?" That's your son's little voice after running all over the house searching for his elf. The kid knows that neither of you can touch the elf so he just stands there, with a little pout and both hands on his cheeks. You, who can't see your baby pouting without going to hug him, crouch down to his level, obviously hugging him and pointing at the piece of paper next to the elf "Look, he left a note. Give it to daddy so he can read it for us" and that's exactly what your kid does.

Taking the paper carefully so as not to touch the elf, your son goes with Jongho to hand him said paper and the male, being as dramatic as he can be, reads the note for his son "Tip of the day, never play leap frog with a cactus".

"Who would think of it?" Your son puts his fist on his waist before turning to look at his elf again, he's not worried about Apple anymore "Well darling, Apple was bored and decided to play with the cactus" you decide to defend the elf, just curious of what your son will respond, but instead of the kid, is the father who talks next "See? He played with the cactus and got a puncture" Jongho gives him a little tap on the nose, leaving the note forgotten on the table "But I don't play leap frog with it!".

"But you can also get a puncture, love" Jongho replies to him, imitating his posture until the kid turns to look at his mother for help but you just nod at what your husband has said. Defeated, your son looks at his hands, thinking about how much it would hurt if he gets punctured and suddenly raises his hand "I will be careful next time, I don't want a puncture on my finger" the kid moves his index in front of your face, exactly the same way as when he wants you to give him a kiss because he has gotten hurt, and that's precisely what you do, give him a kiss on his finger.

And even if that was not what you had planned with this mischief, the face your son is giving you is sufficient to make you two look at each other in defeat "You love to play with that cactus, uhm?" Jongho says, taking your son in his arms to tickle him a little "Then remember, you have to be extra careful with the thorns, okay?" and your son only nods, taking his father's hand to avoid further tickling.

[letthefairyinyoufly]

A FAVE CREATORS ART CHALLENGE! started by @withered-rose-with-thorns

The premise is simple. Just think of your fave creators on this site and write a post listing some of your fave creations that were made by them. Tell them why you like it, if the coloring is pretty, if the blending is top notch, if it inspired you or just gush about the characters... And don't forget to tag them so they can see it.

I'm gonna start this list with the challenge creator itself @withered-rose-with-thorns, somehow I have not been acquainted with your work before your started giffing Haladriel.

Rhaenyra - everything

Anne Boleyn - everything

Caraxes - layout, coloring

I love your autumn sets

creator: @spiderliliez I love all your Morfydd sets, probably not news to you 😆. You are bolder then most of us. (same set has gifs with different sizes + using borders and textures)

in a yellow dress: I have thing for yellow dresses, all my favorite Gala dresses seems to be some kind of yellow (example: Micelle Williams Oscar dress 💛)

Gal & Theo: coloring, clarity

Set 36: coloring 🩵

Dora Spenlow: fonts, subs, coloring

Set 6 - coloring

creator: @sugurugetos - your COLORING skill is magnificent

villains Wiki - 🕶️

Haladriel - this set inspired me to amp up my sharpening

SUCCESSION - perfection

References to Tolkien's Legendarium - I love your informative sets

Adrift - coloring

This task is so time consuming that this next list is shortcut to few of my favorite creations and their authors.

GIFS:

sense8 by @rosamundpkes

the road goes ever on by @lady-arryn

Deathless by @elena-gilbert

We’re All Someone’s Monster by @meliorn

ALONE by @anya-chalotra

Yin & Yang by @hunterschafer

SIEGE AND STORM

GRISHA by @aemondtargaryenn

ALINA STARKOV by @astrophiliac

PHILIPPA FEATHERINGTON SEASON 3 outfits by @neverstheless

Civil War by @celine-song

THE MATRIX by @alexcabotgf

Euripides, Medea by @alicenthightowerdaily

daisy x billy by @rileykeouhg

LORD OF THE RINGS + Art references by @christophernolan

SAURONDRIEL by @ladyhawke

ABAY by @catronac7

Dune: Part Two by @junkfoodcinemas

CHAPTER TWO: Vecna’s Curse by @gentlegifs

Darklina by @alinaastarkov

All Too Well by @sheikah

Of Banquets, Bastards and Burials by @sheryl-lee

you have already lost by @danesdehaan

GOOD OMENS by @astaerion

Alicent Hightower + art by @ladyhawke

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen by @jamesfrain

yaojing by @dengswei

Move to Heaven by @dramastream

The Big Empty by @bruceswaynes

All the things I did by @fredy-carter

ART:

Lucien Vanserra by @bbriches

Elucien by @the_megabee33

Haladriel by @samiaescorcio15

heir to the day court & emissary of the Spring Court by @cursebrkr

sleepy by @laxibbeb

Magic by @lib-arts

[viajandopelomar]

FANFIC NERIS (NESTA X ERIS)

Hey guys, I'm writing a Neris (Nesta x Eris) fanfic on AO3, and I've decided to use Tumblr as a means of promotion. That's the only reason I created an account here, it just took longer than I thought to finally post on the site.

But anyway, in this post is chapter one, the prologue. I've decided to post the entire prologue, and the next ones will be excerpts from the chapters.

And this is the link to the fanfic in English:

You can also read it in Brazilian Portuguese (PT BR) here:

🇧🇷 Você também pode lê-la em português brasileiro (PT BR) aqui:

But I recommend that you read it on the AO3 website, so that you can comment and leave your opinions for future readers. And there's also space for chapter notes.

So you can do whatever you want with this post. Maybe comment on the same thing as the website 👀, because that attracts more people. That's if you want to, of course.

Happy reading!

Summary:

A rewrite of ACOSF where Nesta Archeron doesn't allow herself to be molded so easily and was as I imagine her to be.

Not content with being dragged to the top of a mountain against her will, Nesta will have to be patient with her plans. She sees no other loophole in prison than a marriage proposal to the heirs of Autumn.

Neris (Nesta x Eris).

⚠️Todos the rights to the original work belong to Sarah J. Maas⚠️

PROLOGUE

A ✨ ridiculous ✨ intervention

— You come under our jurisdiction the moment you spend our gold, and not a little, on wine. — Amren challenged her. Nesta turned to look at Feyre, who nodded.

— So you made me come here for a sermon?

Feyre's eyes softened.

— No, it's not a sermon. — She glanced at Rhysand, still trapped in an icy silence by the fireplace, and then at Amren, rabid like an animal.

— My life is none of your business and will not be the subject of any discussion.

Rhysand growled. She hated how they all looked like animals, it was just another reminder of what had been ripped away from her.

Cassian leaned forward in his chair, and Nesta held Rhys's gaze, inserting the challenge he hated so much

She would die just not to bow to him. None of them. Rhysand was aware of this and he hated her terribly. Even Amren had a certain respect for her, but not Nesta. She hadn't been taught to bow, anyway. Not to a fairy who loved to feel superior to her.

— That's enough! — Feyre exclaimed to her husband. — I told you to stay out of it. Go or stay, but keep your mouth shut. — Rysandy crossed his arms again, but remained silent. — That goes for you too. — said Feyre to Amren. The female cleared her throat in protest, but then curled up in her chair. Her sister turned to her and settled on the sofa, squeezing the velvet pillows. Feyre swallowed as Nesta turned to her.

— We have to make some changes, Nesta. — I said to her — You... We.

Where the hell was Elain?

— I take the blame for going so far, for letting things get so bad. After the war with Hybern, with everything that was happening... You... I was supposed to be by your side, helping you, and instead I wasn't there, but now I'm ready to admit that it's partly my fault.

— Your fault for what? — Nesta hissed.

— For you and the shit you do. — said Cassian. He had said the same thing at the Summer Solstice. And now, as before, Nesta was hardened by that insult, that arrogance... — Look — Cassian continued — it's not about moral failings, but...

— I know how you feel, Nesta — Feyre interrupted. Nesta blinked. It's time to make some changes. Starting now.

— Keep your savior spirit out of my life.

— You don't have a life. — said Feyre. — And I'm not going to sit here and watch you destroy yourself without doing anything. — she placed her tattooed hand on her heart, as if that gesture meant something. — After the war, I decided to give you time, but it was the wrong choice. I was wrong.

— Really?

— It's time to stop. — Feyre murmured in a trembling voice. So unprotected, with all her weaknesses exposed just in the tone of her voice — The way you behave, the apartment and everything else, it's time to get out of here, Nesta.

— And where do you think I should go? — Nesta replied in an icy tone.

Feyre looked at Cassian. Who, for the first time, wasn't smiling.

— You're coming with me. — said the sorcerer. — To train.

— What?

— At the end of this meeting, — Feyre clarified, you will move to the House of Wind. — And he pointed with his head towards the palace carved into the mountains at the eastern end of the city. — Rhys and I have decided that every morning you will train with Cassian at the Illyrian camp, Refuge of the Wind. And after lunch, all afternoon, you will work in the library under the House of the Wind. The apartment, the dirty taverns... It's over, Nesta.

— I'm not moving into the House of the Wind. — said Nesta. — And I'm not going to train in that miserable village. Least of all with him. — She gave him a venomous look.

— You have no choice. — said Amren, breaking the oath she had made to Feyre a few moments before.

— You do the thinking — Nesta challenged her.

— Your apartment is being emptied as we speak. — Amren continued. — When you come back, it will be empty. Your clothes have already been sent to the House of the Wind, although I doubt they'll be any use in your training at the Refuge of the Wind.

— You can't do this to me. I'm not a member of this court.

— But you have no problem spending this court's money. — refuted Amren. During the war you accepted the position of Emissary. You never resigned, so the law still considers you a member of the court. — An almost imperceptible movement of Amren's fingers and a book flew towards Nesta before falling onto the cushions beside her. — Page two hundred and thirty—six, if you want to check.

She wouldn't. Such a law was ridiculous, Rhysand couldn't go around locking up anyone he liked just because they worked in his court. And Nesta hadn't even done that.

— Here are your options, girl. — said Amren, lifting his chin.

Nesta noticed Feyre's gaze on her husband: the agony in her sister's eyes, Rhysand's barely contained anger at the pain his partner felt because of it, as if she were still a child who needed her father to interfere in her affairs. Poor Feyre.

— Option one. — said Amren, raising a finger. — You move into the House of Wind, train with Cassian in the morning and work in the library in the afternoon. You won't be a prisoner. But you won't have anyone to fly or cross you into the city. If you want to go, go ahead. If you have the courage to face the ten thousand steps of the house. — Amren's eyes flashed in defiance. — And if you can scrape together a couple of pennies to buy something to drink. But if you stick to this plan, after a few months we'll reassess where and how you're going to live.

— And the other option? — Nesta spat.

— You go back to the human lands.

— And those would be my only options?

— I... — Feyre recovered before saying the rest — I'm sorry — and straightened her back. — Yes.

Nesta lifted her chin.

— I refuse. — she declared. Amren opened his mouth, but Nesta didn't allow him to interrupt. "I didn't spend the court's money, I spent my own. How long do you intend to hide my inheritance? I haven't received a single penny, so I just assumed that the money was being deducted from my sum. And if you insist on saying that I'm a servant of your court, High Lord — she stared at Rhysand, observing all the tension in his clenched jaw. This one would surely be dead by now if she weren't his precious companion's sister — You also owe me a year's worth of back wages. Add some interest on each month and then deduct my expenses. That's what I should have done from the start, since I wasn't compensated for my efforts at the meeting of the Grand Lords, let alone for being the temporary assistant to their healers. I would appreciate proper compensation for my efforts. I believe that all my expenses over the last year have been within the budget I am owed.

Feyre's eyes were red and her mouth pressed together. Perhaps she expected everything to happen quickly, but Nesta wouldn't give in. She hadn't given in before the cauldron and the king, so why should she before those pompous fairies who thought they owned the world? Cut thieves, Nesta reminded herself. Thieves of cuts and destroyers of cuts. Feyre had no capacity to judge Nesta's actions.

Rhysand looked angrier than ever. Good, she thought. Get on top of me and prove yourself.

— If that's all they had to talk about — Nesta stood up — I'll leave.

—You're going to sit down. And you will listen. — Rhysand said.

— You're not my High Lord. You don't give me orders.

— That's enough, miss," Amren interrupted, his voice abrupt and almost frothing with anger, ignoring Nesta's sober lucidity. — You will do as you are told. You have no choice in the matter, you've already proved how irresponsible you are with your own money.

— And you've proved how hypocritical you can be. — Nesta shot her eyes towards Feyre, who was almost curled up against the cushions, barely holding back her tears — Can't you see how unfair all this is?

— I...

— It was you who dragged me into this mess, into this horrible place. It's because of you that I have this body," she gestured to herself, "that I'm stuck here. And you still dare to say that the way I live this immortality crap isn't a life? Whose fault is that, then?

The blow was accurate, because Feyre cringed and now she no longer wore the High Lady's shield. Feyre was back to being Nesta's little sister. She could have taken it hard, but she didn't give a damn. Feyre wanted to arrest her and drag her off to a warrior camp to be like her. Nesta wasn't a savage like Feyre, and she wasn't the type to take orders quietly either.

Cassian's words earlier had been foolish when he had said so arrogantly that Feyre had needed him to fetch her because she was too busy. So busy that she was laughing with her family right up until the moment Nesta entered the room. Her sister could barely hold a conversation with her unaccompanied, Nesta couldn't imagine Feyre taking an active role with her title.

— That's enough. — Feyre gasped, her voice shaking. She swallowed, but didn't back down. — That's enough. You'll move into the House of Wind, you'll train and work, and I don't care what poison you spit. You're going to do it.

— And how exactly do you intend to do that? By getting into my head and forcing me? Be my guest. — she had the impression that Feyre was holding her breath — because I'm not going to do any of this on my own. In fact, that's what you do, isn't it? You and your husband. You get into the minds of those who don't show obedience and make them give in. He's known for things like that, so I'm not surprised you've become the same.

A tear trickled from Feyre's left eye. Nesta liked it, although she wasn't proud of it. It was Feyre who had started it all, so let her bear Nesta's brunt.

Rhysand was closer to Nesta than she remembered. He had moved, either to attack her or to grab Feyre away, she couldn't choose between the two alternatives. Feyre was quick to get up and shoo the others away, claiming that she wanted to speak to Nesta alone. One last sentimental attempt. Rhysand's mutter about waiting in the corridor didn't go unnoticed, as if that shiny shield wasn't enough.

Nesta wanted to shout that she had been in Feyre's life for over twenty years. Rhysand had arrived last year, and since he had, Feyre had been killed and then dragged into a war, and by extension, Nesta and Elain had also had to be taken to war. Perhaps he was the real problem.

Nesta kept her spine straight, her back aching with effort. She had never hated anyone as much as all of them at that moment. Except, probably, the king of Hybern. They had talked about her, judging her incapable, out of control, and...

She took a breath, steadying herself. She wouldn't be the one to break the silence. Feyre fiddled with her wedding ring, looking down at her lap.

— I... I'm sorry.

— You never cared before. — said Nesta. — Why now?

— I told you: it wasn't that I didn't care. We—all of us, I mean—we've had several conversations about it... About you. We... I had decided that giving you some time and space was the best thing. — Feyre said carefully, her voice breaking — By the way, I was hoping you'd get better on your own. I wanted to give you the space to do that, since you lash out at anyone who gets too close, but you never even tried.

Maybe you should try a little harder this year. Cassian's words, spoken on an icy street a few blocks away, still resonated in Nesta's mind after nine months. And then her anger had broken out of her, because Feyre had been foolish enough to ask for another blow.

— So what? You hold silly little meetings, debate about me in my absence, about what I do with my money, and you expect me to be quiet? You're the only one who loves to be taken from place to place at will, Feyre.

— All you've done is use our money. — Feyre continued, too desperate to think straight.

— My money, Feyre. My money. Not Rhysand's." Another flash of sorrow. Nesta's blood sang with the blow.

— But they don't know that!

— It's not my fault anymore. You kept it from me, didn't you? Take the consequences of your actions, sister.

— You spent five hundred gold marks last night! — exploded Feyre, getting up quickly and pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. — Do you have any idea how much money that is?

— I do, but do you? — Feyre stopped and looked at her for a moment, feeling the splinter. — It's my money, how I spend it is none of your business. Get your nosy nose out of my life.

— You don't have a life! — Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was when the bill arrived this morning, when my friends, my family, heard about it?

Nesta didn't like that word. She never liked it. And now Feyre spat it out every chance she got, as if living with snarling animals was something to be proud of.

— Blame the person who humiliated you, then. I didn't read the bill. And if it was meant to affect me, tell them it didn't even come close. All he did was make you shed your precious tears.

Nesta restrained herself from mentioning that she had never intruded on how Feyre spent hours in the hay with Isaac Hale. That would be too low, even for her.

Feyre stopped in the middle of the room, her face blotchy and red. She stared at Nesta in surprise. As if she had made the biggest revelation of the last year. Feyre swallowed, turned around and took a deep breath. A futile attempt at calm. Nesta attacked once more, so that Feyre wouldn't have time to understand what had been said. She would ignore everything when Rhysand wiped away her tears, anyway.

— And this is all about saving your reputation, anyway.

— It's about the impact it can have on me, Rhys and my court if my fucking sister spends all our money on wine and games and does nothing to contribute to the well—being of this town! If we can't control you, then what right do we have to rule anyone else?

— I'm not something you need to control.

— That's why you're going to train at the Wind Refuge Camp. You'll learn to control yourself

— I won't.

— Yes, you will, even if we have to tie you up and drag you there. You'll follow Cassian's lessons and do the work Clotho asks you to do in the library.

In this, she remembered the soldiers' hands squeezing her, restraining her futile attempts to break free. She also remembered the dark depths of that library, the ancient monster that inhabited it. They had saved themselves from Hybern's henchmen, yes, but... She refused to think about it.

— Are you going to tie me up like Hybern did? Now you've gone too far. I didn't know I was being held hostage again.

Nesta was sure to spit out all her hatred and bitterness. The result on Feyre's delicate face was fantastic. She just hoped Rhysand wasn't feeling Feyre like the snarling dog she was. He couldn't kill her now. She wasn't finished.

A boiling rage flowed through her veins, so strong that Nesta could barely hear the real fire in the fireplace near where Feyre walked. She was grateful for the roar in her head when the sound of crackling wood was so similar to that of her father's broken neck that she never lit the fire at home.

Feyre was crying now. The tears were coming down and Nesta felt a little satisfaction at seeing them. She waited a moment before continuing.

— You had no right to lock up my apartment, to take my things...

— What things? Some clothes and some rotten food. — Nesta didn't have time to ask how Feyre knew this, when her sister added, her voice weak. — I'm going to declare the whole building uninhabitable.

Nesta blinked in disbelief. She couldn't help laughing.

— You can't do that.

— I already have. Rhys has already visited the landlord. It's going to be demolished and rebuilt as a shelter for families still homeless after the war.

Nesta held back her impulse and took a deep breath. One of the few choices she had made for herself, snatched away. But Feyre didn't seem to care. And what's more, demolishing the building meant that the other residents would be evicted too, right? What a great way to show that you care about the image of the High Lady.

— You're going to take away my house and lock me up just because I don't want to follow your orders? — Nesta spat disdainfully — Once the man you loved locked you up because you didn't want to be quiet and obedient like he told you to be, didn't he? So you're going to do the same to me?

Feyre sobbed, collapsing into the armchair. Nesta would have cared, if she hadn't heard from her own sister that she was to be contained in a house ten thousand steps above the ground, and taken to a camp where the species was repudiated even by her beloved husband, who had grown up among them. It makes sense, Nesta thought. The Illyrians hate Rhysand too.

And all because Feyre couldn't separate his image from hers. Feyre should show herself to be concerned with the politics and history of the territory instead of spending her afternoons painting and her mornings decorating mansions, if she really wanted to have a good image among the fairies. Being crowned by Rhysand didn't give her the power she could gain. Feyre was just giving a shallow and useless excuse.

But Nesta gave her sister no rest.

— And where is Elain? Or is she too good to take part in this discussion, as you said yourself? — There was absolute, icy silence, except for Feyre's whimpering. — Does she know that you intend to throw me into human lands? Because that's what I prefer to being confined with that brute.

Feyre raised her face, unrecognizable. She was destroyed and Nesta felt nothing but satisfaction. At least she would die knowing that she had done a little damage.

— She—she'll see you when she's ready — Feyre massaged her chest and stood up again, walked in circles again and when she finally pulled herself together, she faced Nesta — Elain is busy packing her things.

Nesta raised an eyebrow, the wave of fury returning even stronger. That's what Amren meant by an empty apartment, then.

Nesta jumped up from the sofa.

— Has she become the puppy that breaks into apartments on your orders now?

Feyre cringed, but Nesta ignored her, hurrying towards the exit. She could hear Feyre's crying voice calling her, but she didn't listen. Nesta didn't care that during the war with Hybern, her own fragile bond had formed with Feyre, forged because of common goals: to protect Elain, to save the human lands.

Nesta didn't bother to answer, she was at the front door before Feyre reached her, and her screams mixed with Rhysand's angry voice, although she didn't understand what he was shouting. Nesta was still in the garden when a red—faced and wet Feyre came through the door, accompanied by her husband and Cassian.

— Nesta — Feyre cried, and Nesta swallowed her own. It was she who had received the sentence, so why was Feyre the one falling apart as if she was being sentenced to death herself? — P—Please, this is for your own good.

— Was being confined that good for you?

Rhysand growled, taking Feyre in his arms.

— You still have a choice, Nesta. You can go to the human lands if you prefer," he said with a honeyed smile, but his hands trembled with hatred as he cradled a trembling Feyre to his chest.

Nesta laughed scornfully, swallowing her tears.

— Would you take me? I'd stay...

— NO!

Feyre and Cassian shouted, the latter taking hurried steps towards her. Feyre tried to pull her arms away from Rhysand, staring at her sister with an even more devastated face. Nesta couldn't hide her melancholy smile. She also hated it when that stubborn tear ran down her cheek as she faced Rhysand. He seemed almost pleased with the result.

— But I've never had a choice since I got here, have I?

Strong arms took her before any more tears fell. But she still saw Feyre's face contract into a sob. Good.

There was nothing left to unite them now.

[stormandforge]

Raw reactions to X-Force #5

Yup, someone dies.

MASSIVE spoilers (and controversial opinions) below.

It's Nori. There'd been so much foreshadowing in the comic - and so much fan discussion about the upcoming character death - that I had started believing it wouldn't be her. But no, it was always going to be her. When you consider the way she joined the team, her post-Krakoa trauma, her selflessness and her relationship with Forge, it makes complete sense.

That death scene goes hard. We actually see her burned-up corpse, we hear her farewell words - oof, my heart. Rest in power, little blue-haired hero.

This said, everyone attacking Geoff Thorne over Nori's death needs to calm down. I would understand this amount of upset if he'd done her dirty, but he really hasn't. He's consistently written her with respect, gave her as much spotlight as he could in a team book, and gave her a heroic death. Stories kill characters, people. That's just the way it is.

Also: Nori's coming back, maybe even in this run. We just don't know yet. And don't give me nonsense about the resurrection protocols being gone - mutants came back from the dead before Krakoa, they will continue to do so.

"Forge always has a plan." YES. Nothing to do with his power; he's just always up to something. That's Forge 101. Fuck me, it's so good to have a writer who understands him. And because Thorne has done his homework, I believe what we're witnessing is a typical Forge plan: something that he believes will benefit the greater good, but that is also misguided and full of hubris and will repeatedly backfire in his face.

Forge can be cold, but this is subzero. He loves Nori, he wouldn't act that way if he was fully himself. Something's going on. Someone needs to shake him real hard - beat him to a pulp, really - and realign his neurons. The two most qualified people to do that are showing up in the next issue, so I'm thinking this is what will happen.

Why does he take her gauntlets? It can't just be for the sake of getting his tech back. As i said he's not that cold, and also he can probably make those again in his sleep.

FORGE ALMOST KILLED AN ALT VERSION OF STORM IN COLD BLOOD. The man is not well, I'm telling you.

There's a theme of Forge hurting the women he cares about in this issue. Trust Sage to see the pattern and get the hell out before anything can happen- the hurting or the caring.

OK, now he's levitating with a big shiny triangle around his body. That's magic, isn't it? For a second I started thinking the Analog must be magic after all, but then I remembered Sage loves staring into it too, so it can't be. Mmm...still processing.

Thorne understands Forge's power better than any writer I've seen (yup that includes Claremont), and I appreciate that he mentions his need for materials to build anything. It should be obvious, but most writers have him make things out of thin air. There's only so much he can fit in that utility belt.

So many people, so many things! Poor Marcus To.

Marcus To is still doing excellent though. Do I need to tell you that Forge is hot? I think I've been clear on that already, but let me reiterate: FORGE IS HOT.

"Slippery as ice": oh, that made me hap-py. Such an evocative, accurate way of describing Sage.

No, Forge's power doesn't let him see what will happen. But you know whose power can see every eventuality? Sage's. This was highlighted in the very first issue, and Forge repeats the exact same words from this moment in this issue. THERE'S SOMETHING TO THAT.

I continue to dig the dynamic between Forge and Sage, curses and all. The little cerebral push and pull they have going on is very interesting.

Also continue to adore Tessa herself. The way she challenges Forge at every opportunity, the way she always asks the right questions *chef's kiss*. Everyone obviously wants to murder Forge on that last page, but I love that she's the one who tells him to go fuck himself, even though she's been the person closest to him on the team. She's my girl. I'm this close to opening a side blog entirely devoted to her awesomeness. (I see what Geoff Thorne means when he says she tries to steal the show. She does!)

OK, so, there's no way Forge has a team anymore at this point, so I assume the next issue will be a downtime one. I imagine he'll go home, have an existential crisis featuring his two exes (as you do) and then get back on the road. Or something? Also, the next issue has a Sage variant cover, which could imply she plays an important part in it. One can only hope. If it's the issue of Forge getting his ass kicked by awesome women, she should take part.

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

Hazbin Hotel Swap AU

This is one of the post I hate

Context: Adam is still Angel/The Leader Of Exterminator and has Chlorokinesis/Plant Manipulation (I just really love the idea of Adam having Chlorokinesis/Plant Manipulation, okay!?) While Charlie Morningstar is still The Princess Of Hell and daughter of Lilith and Lucifer. Lilith and Adam have more of a twin relationship than ex-lover. And remember... DON'T TRUST VAGGIE!!! SHE IS BASICALLY JUDAS ISCARIOT in this AU!! Anyway, I might provide more information later if I have time, but feel free to ask me anything about this AU.)

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[Scene cuts to Lilith's house, showing framed photos of her family and a badly drawing of her in a dark spooky room. Lilith can be heard making snarling noise as she was working on something. As the scene goes, her room is revealed to be filled with a lot of Stuffed Owl, and stacks of them filled the boxes and tubs.]

Lilith: That's it… Almost there… Now presenting… the magic-tastical back flipping Stuffed Owl! Haha! That spits fire! [Stuffed Owl eyes glow red as its shoots flamethrower from its mouth] Hoot hoot hoot! Hold the applause please, okay. Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh god, who am I kidding? This sucks!

[She throws the Stuffed Owl at her family portrait and the badly drawing of her, lilith looks sad as she look at her family portrait and the badly drawing of her. Suddenly her ringtone plays. she picks up her phone, and was shocked who was calling her.]

Lilith: Adam? Adam! Brother calling?! HOOT! Uhm uh, uh hello, adam. He-ey, hey, hey Ada-ada. No, no! That's not good. Oh, this is the first time he's called you in years. This has to be perfect. [takes a deep breath before she picks up phone] Hey~ Whore!

[Intercut conversation between Lilith and Adam during the phone call from the hotel to her house.]

Adam: Hi, lilith…

Lilith: Hey! How are you? Oh hoot. Where-where are you these days?

Adam: You know where I am lilith. I've told you before. Remember?

Lilith: You have? Oh, yeah uh, well, you know, I um uh-

Adam: I told you when you called me five years ago, or did you not listen?

Lilith: No, no, no, no. Just, you know, just forgot. You know, I've just been really busy, you know…

[She look at her the boxes and tubs that filled with Stuffed Owl.]

Lilith: with, um, important things. [kicks Stuffed Owl]

Adam: Well, I'm actually running a hotel to rehabilitate my descendants. Maybe you saw our commercial?

Lilith: Oh, sadly, I missed it. heh heh. You know, I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. [makes silly noises]. But hey! A hotel, fun.

Adam: (Sighs) Listen Lilith, I've got kind of a big ask.

Lilith: [coughs and sets down her tea] Yeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking. You just name it~

Adam: I need to speak to Heaven and one of the deadly sinner. Well, whoever's in charge up and down there, I don't care if it's Satan or mammon, just anyone who is above your daughter, above anybody. I need to go to the top.

Lilith: Oh, no. No~ No, no, no, no, Adam, no, no, no. That's, uh hah, sorry but that is BIG no.

Adam: [angrily as vine with thorn grow around his neck] Look Lilith! Just… [He sigh, the vines has calm down and slowly disappearing.] I don't ask you for much, I never have, but this, this is really important to me. It's the most important thing I've ever done. And I…need you. I need your help.

Lilith: I don't know, Adam.

Adam: Please! Just come see what I'm trying to do. You'll see why it's a really good idea. And Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them… Please, Lilith…

Lilith: Wait, you're…inviting me over?! After all I did? Absolutely! Uh, I'll be there in an hour. [hangs up] ♪ My Brother wants to see me~! ♪ [points at the Stuffed Owl below her] Take that, depression! HA!

[kneesheee]

The fact that Ben stays king after D2 is really just disney logic.

Chad brings up a good question of who inherits the crown if something happens to Ben who honestly should not have been King.

1. Love potion in D1.

He misinterpreted why Mal love potioned him, but it also doesn’t change the fact that she did. I get not telling anyone that happens means that they don’t get set back to the Isle. The Core Four also prove themselves to be good when they defeat Maleficent. Cool.

2. Running off to the Isle.

Awww, true love.

Aww, a shit show waiting to happen.

Lonnie and Chad know that Ben has been kidnapped. Lonnie goes with them, and it could be assumed that she was ordered by him to keep it a secret on their way back to Auradon.

Chad wasn’t ordered. He ran off to help Audrey. He’s distracted, but again, he was not ordered to not speak about it because he was not there.

The king went to the Isle without informing anyone. He then gets kidnapped. He took wards of Auradon alongside the daughter of respected generals.

Ben is lucky that Uma and the Wharf Rats wanted the wand instead of just killing him.

Who inherits the crown next?

Who is next in line because it’s set up as Ben inherited from Beast despite it being a unification of kingdoms.

With the way that it’s very hyped up that Mal is his Queen and the figurehead for the VKs, then it can also be assumed that their child would be the one to inherit Auradon because honestly, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if it was just the Florians’ personal kingdom.

Is it Audrey? She has two kingdoms already so she’s prepared to run more than one single kingdom though she does have a maternal cousin that is also in line to inherit her mother’s kingdom.

She has what sounds like an arranged marriage with Ben so if she is the next to inherit, then it would make sense if she was the next to inherit because either way, she or Ben would get the crown.

Let’s not forget that in D1 Belle says “Well, I never wanted to say anything, but I always thought that Audrey was a little self-absorbed. A fake smile, kind of a kiss-up.”

Which goes back to the first book Isle of the Lost where Audrey is presented as the epitome of kindness and sheltered that the mere mention of dragons terrified her. It also goes back to the quote in D4 that I mention in a previous post where Cinderella says: “Some people act mean at fist cause they're too afraid to feel. It's survival, it's protection. That's why roses grow their thorns.”

Ben brings over the daughter of her family’s biggest enemy; a dragon.

Again, there is also a presumption of an arranged marriage so yes, she would kiss up especially since people can sense when their partner’s parents don’t like them.

Honestly, Ben says he’s bringing over the biggest threats when bringing over Gil and his brothers would have had a big effect also. Because let’s be honest, Hades or Ursula are bigger threats than Cruella, and in the first book, we already know that Hades has a child that is not Mal.

Hadie does existence.

But back to the main point, if this is a unification of kingdoms under one name which sounds like the USA, then that should mean the ruler of the entire thing is voted on because I do not understand why any of them would allow to someone else to be their ruler. They have all this territory and then allow someone to tell them what they can do in their own kingdom?

That has to be a vote.

Beast is the first king simply because it was his idea. The second king should have been a vote; some tests of valor to choose the next ruler.

Then it would make sense that Ben was the prince of Auradon.

So, if that is the presumption which fanon takes it to be, who inherits the crown next? Why was Ben not voted out and forced to step down after the endangerment he placed Auradon in when he went to the Isle?

[hislittleraincloud]

dude can you just stop using the wenclair tag? like its annoying seeing these kind of posts. some of us are just here to see the fun dynamics, other’s interpretation, arts etc. and i get that you’re against it or whatever, so maybe like leave these tags alone? stop abusing the tags if you don’t like it

The last anon I just answered didn't even have the Wenclair tag even though the anon mentioned it. But thanks for reminding me to go back and remedy that. 🥹

Look, I get it, you don't read anything that goes against your little echo chamber, so you missed what I fucking said in the next to last one that WAS tagged Wenclair:

It's not my fault that you can't stand criticism of the novel or the ship within the constraints of the novel and fandom. I had never had a problem with any Wenclair fanon until y'all creamed yourselves over this novelization. I read it (slowly, for me, so I could catalog each instance of fuckery with canon in my brain that I could), and that is what I have a problem with.

I've always supported Wednesday and Enid the same way M&G support it, since accepting and building friendship was what Morticia had stated in the beginning in the limo she'd hoped for her daughter/what Wednesday had stated she was extremely resistant to throughout ("I like being an island...a well fortified one surrounded by sharks."). Seems like no one cares to comprehend how wild a jump from a strict antisocial loner who hates people to Spanish-spewing yandere "Willa" in the span of four weeks actually is, and that's how fanon can be*...only now Mejia's injected 100% fanon [see the defiling of "Woe What a Night" for the worst of it] into the canon that millions of people around the world saw and y'all are calling it canon (when it is not, despite being published through the studio). In my last real fandom I participated in there was a screenplay "tie up" in lieu of a fourth season published by Showtime and written by Neil Jordan himself that was roundly rejected by fans as canon because it was so out of character for our main characters from what we had seen for three seasons. Same goes for the Jack Thorne's Cursed Child nonsense in Potter (even Potter actors have called it fan fiction).

TLDR: It's not abusing a tag if the tag is relevant to the post's discussion. Grow some skin and learn how to deal ("cope" like you kids love to say) with reasonable criticisms.

[sophiaatwdluver]

flowers?

summary: Carl sees you reading on your porch, he asks you what your reading and you say a book about flowers, you tell him your favorite flower and he gets it for you! :)

warnings: nothing really bad, no smut or angst, just fluff, use of Y/N, kiss on cheek, blushing

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Im sitting on your porch steps, reading a book while eating breakfast, Carl was walking Judith, when he sees me he stops in his tracks, he stares for a second, wondering if he should approach me or not. He finally decides to approach me, he turns Judith’s stroller in my direction, he walks over to me, I look up at him with a smile, Carl feels a warm, jittery feeling in his stomach. butterflies. “Good morning….” He says nervously “uh…. Can I sit?” I nod smiling at him, he sits next to me, he peeks over my book “whatcha reading?” He says. “Oh, just some book about flowers. it says stuff like the ones you could eat, or make medicine and other things out of…. It’s pretty interesting, and useful” I say, kinda fast.

Carl nods, “you like flowers?” Carl says slightly excited, he’s always wanting to get you flowers, but he was always worried you would think it’s stupid. I smile and nod. “Do you have a favorite flower?” Carl asks tone filled with excitement and curiosity. I smile and nod, excited to be able to talk to someone about this. “The rose…. It’s so beautiful, and you can make medicine, skin care, tea-“ I start to babble about how much I love the rose, Carl smiles, finding my babbling adorable. He wants to find roses for me. He needs to find roses for me. I look up at him embarrassed that I was rambling “s-sorry” I say looking away, shy. Carl smiles “I think it’s adorable how you’re so fascinated by flowers” he says with a smile, I look up at him, slight blush creeping up my cheek, Carl realizes what he said. That he called me adorable to my face.

he also blushes, he looks away “I…” he looks down at Judith “Judith’s hungry…. See you later…” Carl rushes away, he finds Olivia, “hey, Olivia, can you watch Judith for a little?” Carl asks Olivia “sure” she says with a smile while grabbing Judith. Carl hurry’s away to find flowers for me. He’s really wants to. He needs to.

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I’m sitting in the library, reading a novel, Carl nervously walks into the library with his hands behind his back, hiding the roses he got for me. He had spent all his afternoon going out the gates to hand pick them, then go back to his room to pick all the thorns out so they won’t hurt me. Carl approaches me, his hands still behind his back, I look up and smile. “Hey Carl” I say with a wide smile, clearly happy to see him. “Hey Y/N….. I uh….. got you something” Carl says awkwardly, his cheeks a deep shade of red. I smile even wider “thank you Carl, you didn’t have to” Carl pulls out the roses, showing me. My face lights up with pure happiness and excitement, I get up and hug Carl tightly, his blush creeping all alone his face. I kiss him on the cheek, his eyes widen. His whole face goes dark red. Blushing furiously.

I smile at him “thank you Carl” I say. Carl smiles also “I’d do it again in a heartbeat, all for you” he says while holding me close. He never. Ever. Wants this moment to end.

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@carlsangel @rarllover3753 @txrasbae @carls

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