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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years ago

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i have a mad thomas x reader request where reader is forced to marry thomas (idk how just-) and is disgusted about it but eventually ends up liking him.(? idk how to explain myself:’)

No one look at me,,,,,,,,,,also this is heavily inspired by the Scarlet Letter and was supposed to be a tad darker but I copped out (also someone asked for a pregnant reader recently so this + that = this fic)

A Lie They Would Believe (Mad Thomas x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: dark themes, 1600 standards, values, and laws, affairs/cheating, ex-relationship with the pastor is mentioned, Thomas is Thomas, mentions of drinking, webs of lies, public humiliation, AFAB and Fem reader, pregnant reader, pre-marital pregnancy solved a la shotgun marriage, twisted win-win situation turns into love?, slow burn(?),

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You could accept your punishment with a turned cheek, you told yourself over and over again.

You could stare out at the audience of towns people, even as the sun beat on your face. You could stare out into the angry faces of the elders, into the pitying faces of your friends. Into the ashamed faces of your parents. But, you could not look at Cyrus Miller.

You'd missed your blood two months ago. You'd begged, prayed, everyday that it would come. But, the only thing that came was the morning sickness. You'd tried to hide it, tried to think of what to do. But, when you placed your hand over your stomach, you couldn't bring yourself to find the hag in the forest. And, when your mother held your spotless, white sheets in your face, you'd crumbled. You confessed in the privacy of your room as if you were confessing in church. You told her everything.

Well, almost.

"Tell us his name!" Cyrus said, a voice that you couldn't force to fall into the background. "Tell us the name of your accomplice and you shall suffer no more." He said, and you wanted to believe him. You let your eyes close for a moment, but your lips did not move. Your mouth did not open. "Tell us the father's name, so that your baby will not be born a bastard!" He said, and his hand reached out to grab your arm. His grip was strong and tight, unlike the caresses you'd become so accustomed to with him. While his words begged you to say the name, his name, the action spoke differently. You peeled open your eyes and looked up at him, at his raven hair and kind face. His dark, soft eyes. Tears pricked the corners of your own eyes, hard and glassy as you looked up at him. But, you were silent. Even as some of the townspeople yelled for you to confess.

But, how could you tell them that it was your persecutor who was the father of your child? That your pastor, the leader of this town, had sinned so egregiously? He had a wife, a daughter. You'd known both of those things when you'd fallen for him, but it was harder to ignore in the harsh sunlight. When both of them stood in front of you.

You knew you'd have to face punishment. Sex before marriage was a crime after all, completely forbidden. To think they didn't know you were an adulterer also. You didn't know what it'd be, but you knew you'd have no option but to accept it when it came. You'd already made your peace with it, made your peace with whatever God could condemn you to. Perhaps, you'd have to live alone, wear a scarlet letter on your breast. Perhaps, they'd cast you out completely, and you'd be shunned. Perhaps, they'd hang you. You touched your stomach at that thought. Perhaps, there were certain punishments you couldn't bear.

Your lips only fell open when a voice yelled,

"It was I." And a gasp fell from your mouth. Your head turned, snapped towards the voice. Towards the sea of faces that was the crowd. But, you knew that voice. "It's my child." He said, and your eyes fell on a face you knew all too well. And, at that moment, you knew exactly what type of punishment God had set out for you.

Mad Thomas.

***

The day had gone by in a blur.

Over and over in your head, one question repeated itself. Why? It was almost loud enough to drown out the constant whispers, the stories being spun by every person who seemed to have a tongue.

Union couldn't seem to stop talking about it. Of when it started, how long it'd been going on, when the pair of you had even had time to sneak off. You'd even heard a young Constance Berman whisper about how she'd always known something was going on between the two of you, only to be shushed by her older sister as you passed. As you'd been let free of the top of the church steps.

You'd been left outside, left out in the sun. Inside the church went your father, the pastor, and Thomas. You had no idea what Thomas was going to say, what lies he was going to spin.

You couldn't bring yourself to leave, to speak. You felt as though a blanket of white noise had covered your ears, covered your mind. You were surprised, to say the least. You'd thought a wave of devastation had washed over you the first moment you'd realized you were with child, but this? It made it seem like ripples in a pond. The only thing you could do was stare at the church door and wait for them to come out. But, you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you turned to see the face of your mother.

"Come," She said, and you looked back at the door blankly. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to be there when they came out. But, you couldn't find the words to say or the strength to keep your feet firm. So, you let her guide you away from the crowd, and towards your house.

It was only later that you were told you and Thomas were to be married by the end of the month.

***

You and Thomas were never allowed a moment alone. You didn't know whether to be relieved or not, but Thomas, a man who you quickly found was far more confusing than you thought, was playing a charade. He brought you flowers, carried your water pail for you, and even took you on chaperoned walks. You, however, were stony and stiff, barely able to contain your disgust for him. It was on your first walk that you whispered,

"Why? Why are you doing this?" And, for a moment, the incorrigible man seemed to pretend not to hear you. He glanced over his shoulder, as if the wind was at his ear instead, and you saw him cast a sly glance to the man behind them. It was one of your father's friends, walking only about two yards behind you. Finally, when he decided he was far away enough, he responded,

"Would you rather I had let them cast you out? Let you and your child starve in the woods?" Thomas said back, the most sober you'd ever heard him. It seemed that apart of your father's deal with him was that he cut back on the drink. He didn't even stumble as he walked.

"Don't pretend you did this out of charity. Why, Thomas?" You asked, and you, for only a moment, reached out to touch his arm. You pulled it back just as quick, hoping that your chaperone hadn't seen. Thomas looked down at the action, before he smirked and shook his head.

"Aren't we a perfect match?" He asked, and you gave him a look of confusion. He continued with, "You think I don't know what people say about me? Don't you see, girl? It doesn't matter if your father is the best woodworker, or the richest in Union anymore. No one would have you, or your bastard child. Except me." He said, and you almost couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He continued, his words a whisper now, "Besides, it's a lie they would believe." You stared at him, flabbergasted by his words. Flabbergasted by how right he was.

Thomas had, well, a reputation. It wasn't out of character for his wedding to be one out of necessity, and perhaps it earned you some pity from the townspeople. How many women had Thomas seduced? And how many of them could truly judge you? Not to mention, his words left one thing clear.

So, it was my dowry, you thought. It wasn't an unheard of reason, and it made sense given the man you were talking to. Your father had been avoiding selling you off, even as you reached far into your womanhood. And, surely, your father would never have considered him under any normal circumstance, but now...You didn't seem to have much of a choice.

Thomas paused, picking up one of the wildflowers and handing it to you. You took it, knowing now that you had to play along. That you had to act as if he truly was the father of your child, and not someone as foreign to you as the land outside of Union.

"Your father was going to start building us a house. I was thinking right here," Thomas said, his voice only slightly louder for the chaperone to hear, but you barely paid attention. You were staring down at the yellow flower in your hands, before you glanced up at the man in front of you.

He was tall, but his hair was lighter. His cheeks were stubbly and his eyes- They were a clear blue. Almost the same shade as the sky above you. You watched as he talked, as he laid out his plan. And, while the idea of being married to anyone that you didn't love sickened you, you tried to tell yourself that it wouldn't be as terrible as you felt it would be.

***

You and Thomas sat out in the sun, where you were making a flower crown and he was rambling about one thing or the other. You'd gotten very good at pretending to be in love, even in the span of only a couple of weeks.

You gave him smiles and laughter, and he gave you gifts or stole a caress. It was enough to stir the people of Union so no one would be the wiser. And, with your father at his station a short way across the field, the pair of you could be somewhat alone. But, still within viewing distance.

"You're not listening." Thomas said, and you smiled to yourself for a moment. You looked at the finished crown, before you looked up and reached over to where he was laying on the blanket. He was half-sitting up, and you placed the flower crown atop his head as you said,

"Yes, I was." You replied simply as you adjusted it, and Thomas stared at you and gave a small scoff. He caught your hand as you went to pull it away, his grip loose. He held it almost gently, and said,

"Then kiss me." And your brows drew together. A quick,

"What?" Fell from your lips, and you watched how Thomas smiled. He laughed, letting your hand go as he said,

"So, you weren't listening-" But you were quick to interrupt him.

"Why would- Why?" The idea- the simple idea was preposterous. Why would you kiss him? In broad daylight no less? The suggestion made you nervous, made a weird feeling start in your stomach. And, you ignored how this feeling wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

"They're going to expect us to kiss on our wedding day, girl. Shouldn't we have some practice?" He said, and you thought perhaps the first time he proposed it had been kinder. You stared at him, thinking over his words. Thomas waited, reaching out to touch your skirt. It was only to pick at it for a moment, before he drew his hand away.

You couldn't tell if that was the only reason Thomas wanted to kiss you, if there wasn't some ulterior motive somewhere. You wouldn't put it past him. But, really, he was right. Not to mention, while the pair of you had been affectionate, had you been affectionate enough?

That's what was so aggravating about Thomas. He was always right. He saw clear through whatever facade anyone put up, and saw the truth. Perhaps, that's why he was such a good liar.

Perhaps, that's why he was staring at you.

"Fine." You said, before you looked over your shoulder. You were in the field, but you were more or less a public spectacle. You could hear Thomas draw closer, feel the warmth of his hand reach for your arm.

"Let them look." He said as he gave a tug on your arm, and you turned back to face him. It was strange to hear him say that, such a stark difference from what you were used to. To have him so close was different than before, but Thomas didn't close the gap. You supposed he was waiting for you to do that. He whispered, "Well?" And, finally, you did. It was a short kiss, a quick stolen one. Still, it made Thomas smile. "So chaste." He let out a small laugh, and it was your turn to scoff. "Are you sure-" And you could guess what he was going to say. You kissed him again, if only to silence him. It was deeper, firmer than your last had been. And you hated to admit that you didn't hate it. Thomas was well-practiced, and the feeling of his thumb grazing your cheek was nearly as warm as the feeling of the sun on your back. It made another feeling start, one that you tried to stamp out that very second. You pulled away again, cutting it short. Thomas, for just a moment, tried to follow you before he pulled back. He had a small smile on his face, one he didn't try to hide as he pushed his hair back.

"You're practiced." You said quietly, the closest thing to a compliment you could give him. You'd heard rumors of him galavanting with the likes of Abbi Berman and some of the others. Perhaps, there was some truth to them. Thomas glanced over, and returned the words,

"Aye, so are you." When he smiled and glanced down at your belly, you knew the jab had been intended. And, unfortunately, he'd managed to make you laugh.

***

You knew it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. Before the wedding, the pastor would counsel both of you. And, he was going to counsel you first.

You stood in a dress your mother had made, with your corset done loosely as not to press on your stomach. You'd been staring out the window, at the cloudless day and the happy faces of your town. Why shouldn't they be happy? It was the day for a celebration.

You'd even caught glimpses of Thomas. Your mother was fussing over him, and Issac had swiped his pouch. He looked- Well, you could tell he'd been scrubbed down. Most of his teeth were still black, but in clean clothes and with a clean face...Perhaps, he didn't look terrible. You tilted your head, and, almost as if he could feel you staring, Thomas' head turned. He caught your eyes, and reflected your posture with a tilt of his own head. It made you smile, something you found was less forced the more time you spent with him. Your head turned from him when you heard someone come in.

"Wonderful day for a wedding." Cyrus said as he closed the door to the chapel, and you tried to manage a smile. "Sit." He said, and gestured to one of the pews. You did, and you both kept your distance. The chapel was dim, only lit by the light outside. The pair of you were silent for a moment, before Cyrus said, "The magistrate is here. He seems eager to start. Do you," He paused for a moment. "Do you have any doubts?" And you felt that the question was not quite as empty as anyone else would think.

You'd been staring at your hands, and you finally lifted your gaze to him. To his deep, dark brown eyes. After a moment, you found your voice.

"None at all. Thomas is- He shall be the father to his child, and he shall be my husband. I shall do my duties, and, I- I love him." It was hard to say, at least when Cyrus sat in front of you. "What is there to doubt?" You asked, your question equally as heavy. While none of you would say it plainly, you knew from the way he looked over your face that he understood you perfectly. The pair of you would never confess your secret, and you'd let the hatchet be buried. Forgotten.

"Does he know?" Cyrus asked, and you knew what it sounded like. In case any of the others were listening. Like he was asking if your soon to be husband knew you loved him. The question couldn't be more disguised. Really, his eyes said, Does he know about us?

"Yes. Or, I think he does." You replied, and you watched how Cyrus reached to touch his clean-shaven face. His face was half hidden by his hand, but you could see his eyes were disturbed. A secret was harder to keep the more people knew, but you said, "And he loves me. He'd do anything to keep this union." You told him, and you hoped he got your meaning. When Cyrus glanced at you, you guessed he did. Silently, your eyes said, If he does, Thomas won't tell. And, after a pause, Cyrus let out a sigh.

"Then, there seems little I have to counsel you on."

***

"Have you thought of a name?" Thomas asked you, and you hummed.

You were picking at your sheet, looking towards the window. It had been months, five if not nearly six. Your baby was due in only a few weeks now, and you still hadn't decided. Your husband, a word to describe him that didn't seem so weird now, laid besides you facing up towards the roof.

Thomas, well, he was not what you thought. He had a good, if not sometimes strange, sense of humor, and did not bruise easily from even the harshest words. He could take care of himself, after years of doing so, and, subsequently, you as well. Your mother and the mid-wife still came by to make sure you were in good health, but Thomas had most of it handled. He was a little lazy when it came to work, especially the work your father tried to give him, but he seemed to find that the work that came with having his own house agreed with him. The pair of you had become- Well, familiar. That was the word you would use. You couldn't say, nearly six months later, that it was still just pretending.

Still, Thomas didn't touch you in any way you wouldn't want him to, and you had to lift your head to throw a glance back to him.

"I have some ideas. Perhaps, if it's a girl," You paused, a sly grin coming to your face, "We could name her Abigail." And you watched him scoff and roll his eyes, even lift his head off of his arm for a moment as he said,

"Absolutely not." And you snickered to yourself as you went back to facing away from him. It was just a jest, a reference to an old dalliance of his, but Thomas, if anything, was fun to tease. The only issue was that Thomas was just as sharp when it came to his wit. "Y'know- Fine. Then, if it's a boy, we shall name him Cyrus." And you let out a noise of protest. You tried to roll over, declaring,

"No!" And now it was Thomas' turn to laugh. He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to ease you back down. You let him, and even reached to hold his arm. To pull him closer. He followed, and you guided his hand above your bulging stomach as the pair of you adjusted. "Fine- Neither of those names. But, we must think of something." You told him, feeling as he stretched his fingers over where your baby grew. He held you, his warmth against your back. His hand rubbing your stomach lightly.

It made a strange sense of warmth fill you, one you couldn't blame from body-heat. And, it wasn't so terrible that you tried to push it, or him, away.

***

"She cries like no other child in Union." Thomas said as he climbed into your bed. You were supposed to be resting, healing, even weeks, nearly two months, after your child's birth. You felt like you'd been confined to your bed for so long that you were starting to become a part of it. Thomas was only here for the break your father gave him half-way through the day. Still, you smiled to yourself from where you laid on your side, and said,

"Perhaps, it is your smell that disturbs her." You said, your voice thick with sleep but a cheeky grin working onto your face. You shouldn't have prompted him, because he took the opportunity to drape himself heavily over your back.

"Oh, should I sleep outside tonight then?" He asked, and you giggled when you felt his stubble tickling your cheek.

It was already long into the day, and you'd become lazy from bed-rest. It felt far too nice to have his warmth wrapped around you, to where you nearly wanted to fall asleep. You had grown too used to it now, and you could barely imagine a night without it.

"I never said that." You responded, and turned your face back towards the softness of your pillow. You felt Thomas' hand raise, his fingertips brush against your cheek. He was being brave, especially when you felt his lips brush against your neck. It made you bite your lip, a twinge of something not so unfamiliar swirling in your belly. You wondered if he would continue. Hell, you wanted him to. But, it was nothing more than that.

Thomas, to your surprise, had more restraint than you would've assumed. He kissed your cheek, went to stand, and excused himself with,

"Your father will begin to wonder where I am." And you lifted your head to watch him step away, before you settled back down. He was clean, cleaner than he had been when he'd been sleeping in the outhouse. His hair was softer and longer, tied away from his face. And his arms seemed stronger, perhaps from the days of working with your father. He was, if you dared to think so, a kind sight to your eyes now. "Sleep. I'll be back by the time you wake." He told you, and, as he left, you found yourself hoping he was right.

#fear street #fear street 1666 #mad thomas #mad thomas x reader #thomas slater #thomas slater x reader

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sparring-spirals · 3 years ago

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Hi! Absolutely loved your metas about exu and c3 characters. I really am going through it with e12. Do you have any more Dorian meta (I would love to hear it if you do)? Thanks either way!

Well, trying to write coherent Dorian is really hard, both because I'm still parsing through my own feelings about it, and because I've got So Many Damn Feelings About it. In the meantime, a rough outlining on my current train of thought:

- Dorian is introduced to us as an air genasi bard. Light and floaty and singing songs. Bright and free and cheerful, if a little nervous at times.

-- Dorian is light, and carefree, in the way of someone getting to be that for the first time, reveling in it, grasping it with both hands and utter joy and a sense of disbelief. A sense of wonder. A sense of fear.

- Dorian has been running, for the entire time we’ve known him.

- For Dorian, the concept of “home” is a prison. “Going home”, is a tragedy, a punishment. Opal says “i want to go home”, and the thought jars Dorian. Dorian says “everyone I care about is in this room”, and it is, perhaps, a lie, but there is a tragic element of truth to it.

-- Dorian exclusively speaks of family and his past in little, horrifying asides- Zones of Truth, being stifled, being a disappointment. Drowning under expectations. Dorian does not want to go home. Dorian does not want to go back to being Bronté.

- Dorian knows he doesn't get to prioritize what he wants over what is needed.

- Dorian seems to think it's inevitable, that he'll have to go back to being Bronté.

- “I’m a runaway noble.” “I’m second in line.” Dorian doesn’t talk like someone who has severed ties and is starting anew, Dorian talks like someone who was running, who was searching for a reprieve, and got it. He got a reprieve, he got a taste of freedom and happiness and people he loves and people he is comfortable around-

-- but he was never going to be able to keep it. He knew that, from the beginning, didn’t he?

- Dorian looks at the worried faces of his friends, (who need a noble maybe more than they need Dorian, right now), and takes off his pearls and finery and the things he wants. Pulls on a persona he had been running from, and that hurts. But this all started the moment Cyrus was standing in front of him, the moment he painfully admitted that yes, he was a bit of a prince. It was all crumbling since then, wasn’t it?

- Dorian would burn the world for his friends. Dorian would burn himself for them too. Dorian loves these people, even if he can't keep them forever. For them, Dorian would wear an evil crown. For them, Dorian will be Bronté again, with all the weight and fear and pain that comes with.

- Dorian will crumple up his mask and his outfit, trade out his joy for dread. He will shutter away things he loves and things he wants and his joy and his indulgences- all of it. All of it was indulgent.

- If he was going to lose this all eventually, if he was always going to have to go back to his awful painful unbearable unimaginable boring old life- isn't it better that its for them?

- For them, Dorian will stop being Dorian. It was going to happen eventually, right?

#my brain sorta stuck in a hell loop of *dorian was happy* *he will give that up for them* *some part of him thinks it was inevitable*#critical role #cr spoilers #c3e12 #dorian #character meta #dorian meta #spar speaks #ask away!#my apologies for the delay there are SO many things going on with this and i still dont think ive broken it down in my head #dorian :(#this is long sorry. i needed to explicity railroad each step so i didn't spiral out into a bunch of different thoughts #ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT sorry i got caught up in the angst

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momowoah · 3 years ago

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Was too lazy to make three posts so here are my thoughts on the last trio of GG eps

Spoilers under the cut

Episode 10

Julien's smile when she looked at Zoya <3

Audrey being worried bc Max skipped classes and wanting him to be around + Julien supporting throuple is the best

Also Max not wanting to talk with or be around them...

Kate is hilarious sometimes

Nice change to see Audrey and Monet in the same place and not fighting lately

Aki's TikTok lmaoooo

That's so embarrassing, poor him

Max's smile after teasing Aki

Also Audrey and Zoya being completely friendly?

I will absolutely love to watch Monet and Julien fighting for the crown next season but rn I'm loving watching all of them be friends

Zoya really is becoming Luna's scheming prentice

Wasn't Julien crying every 3 seconds last week? Why is she so cheerful now?

Them pretending they're not in love

"You promised you wouldn't come" stop breaking my heart

Why is he screaming

Her hair is pretty now

Jor-Jor lmao

Luna in denial and Monet trying to hold it together

ELEANOR AND CYRUS!!!

Wait, so Blair and Chuck got Cyrus's mother's house before they moved to Paris or did they just decide to hold Derena's wedding there?

Vanya in the background too

DOROTA!!!!!! The truly best character of gg

Calloway is mentioned and suddenly Audrey doesn't know anything about them

Thought the lines Monet couldn't cross would be, idk, but it's literally inviting Ju-lions lol

These two shouldn't be teachers. Actually no teachers in this show should be teachers but whatever.

Luna really is in full denial

Why is Julien talking like she's also twelve

At times like this, I do not like Julien at all

"You weren't even supposed to be here" "Why do you keep saying that?" Aaaaaaaa

"I told you not to call me" I KNOW I SAID I WANTED ANGST BUT STOP

Aki sitting in the chair and looking up at the officer before smiling lmao

Bad timing but I love Jobie

The Max Aki scene was so casual but so good

More Blair mentions

I don't even know who was right in Julien and Zoya's fight, but Julien is annoying me more these past days so I'm going with Zoya

Roy saying he came for his son when he came for Gideon... No

Also I wish Aki wouldn't have let Max hear that

Why can't Max be happy

I like that Kate cares about Julien

The cellphone was a perfect catch... Did they combine a video of Kate throwing it with one of Scott holding it?

Finally Aki getting posts about him! Not truly GG until everyone gets a post

Still don't get why Zoya risked her scholarship

Yeah, Audrey and Zoya are right

Audrey and Aki, I love you, but leave Max alone until you realize how the three of you actually feel

Yeah, Lola is kinda meh

Call them out yes

The three were almost crying though

WHY DELETE HONESTLY

Ep 11~~~

Aaaaaaa Aki and Audrey just stop and apologize

Is Gideon like 2 meters tall or is he always wearing heels? I swear he looks way too much taller than everyone else

"and whichever sister you're dating now"

"They're just not, uh..." THEY'RE JUST NOT MAX

I loved her straight long hair btw

Ouch Julien, that must've hurt

Max talking about Heidi while Obie tries to pretend he's not listening

Did they ever interact before? I like this

Okay I like Shan

Why didn't Jordan just change the password or deactivate?

Wendy is Obie but teachers version

Shan is at the same time a bad and amazing influence

I feel like I know Julien's grandma actress

The fact that they called Jamison over will never not be hilarious

Still don't get why or how Aki and Audrey went from "something's missing" to "we only need each other" to "something's missing" again in like a month

I didn't even realize Z did her nails the first time watching, they are pretty

Also hopefully next season will be fully Zoya and Shan being besties bc I'm absolutely adoring her

Someone said Zoya was in her Jenny Humphrey phase and like yeah she is

The way Heidi had been back for what, two days and realized Max was in pain before any of his friends did is just...

Is this supposed to be two stock photos or young Julien and Audrey?

"The mood is dessert" lmao

Is it bad I can't understand like a single reference they make in this show?

Audrey crying bc JC is leaving is breaking my heart rn

I don't know if Shan is just improvising but if she's not then she's really good at noticing what others feel

And a really good friend

Then why did you go through with posting it Kate?

Why is everyone saying Nick's actor is terrible? There has been worse on this show

I really love how Julien and Zoya smile when they see each other

I hope we get more of Pippa and Bianca too lol

Max stop plz be happy

Again, genuinely thought Pippa and Bianca were going to kiss

"Some thing isn't missing. Is it?" "He's missing" "He's missing. It's him." And now I'm crying, best scene

Why did you give it to him Gideon? Wtf? Why would you say that?

Last time this took five seasons

Why were they so nervous, I don't think most of them ever sent a tip

No Lunet :(

Now EP 12 yay! Season finale!

Brutal! Yes!

Pausing the show to read the tips sent in is totally worth it

Absolutely hate this Max scene

There are 1263 tips of Audrey + Aki? Wow

And 8578 of Max

Is he wearing eye makeup?

"And we didn't get arrested in the process"

Everytime someone says "I gotta go" all I can think about is Serena, lmao

Luna and Monet suggesting Julien seduces Aki and sleeps with him + Audrey and maybe Max what

what was exhibit C..?

I don't really like how Audrey and Aki don't care about Max unless they want him but whatever

Still rooting for throuple, they are cute together

Also when they do care about him it's the best thing in the show

I have said this before but I really love how Aki and Audrey just try to figure it all out always together. She promised this in ep 4 and never even thought about doing it any other way

I still ship Julien and Obie idc idc

It's weird how Luna and Monet just invite the school to a house that's not even theirs

Camille speaks just like Monet

Cannot understand the rule of only walking but ok

Grace is cute

The way Audrey flipped her head to Aki when Max came in lmao her expressions are always gold

Zoya lmao

Cute couple (but um just to confirm how old is he?)

"Lulu" aaaaaaa

Zoya's look when she saw the Roger picture lol but like same

I would also be completely lost

"I only play emotional games"

She didn't get Frida Kahlo? Girl...

"Let us mean girls turn her into a mean girl" I love the way she says mean girl

Davis Calloway is acting weird

Audrey trying to smile when she calls them a couple

This episode has so much Lunet, I love it

Who sent Davis the blackberry? Was it supposed to be Julien returning it or is his lawyer going to be a big plotwist or something

Best scene in the show I don't make the rules they look so good all dancing together

Is it Audrey singing these little bits?

Still don't get how Audrey and Aki thought this idea would work

Don't know how but I'm still surprised by how JC Luna and Monet treat people sometimes, even if it was always like that

Zoya too apparently

"All or nothing"

"If you're in, we're in"

My throuple aaaaaa

The one for all rule scares me tho

Bc tv shows aren't exactly known for their not on-and-off, long lasting relationships

And if they breakup it will be harder for them to get back together

And two of them can't just come back together as a couple

So, no Akiaudrey, Maudrey or Akimax ever

Please don't break them up

Grace's "You think staying it's winning?" was probably the best line of the show, we rarely see the group as the villains, even in the og

"Three, Two, One" Lumax friendship ftw

Zoya is always making points

And Julien acts like she's in a completely different planet

They really need the truth to smack them in their faces to listen to it huh

Why didn't Kate just pay for the cab. Why confront her.

Camille is a biotechnologist and complaining abt schools closing in the pandemic?

Camille was right about GG (even though she sent tips herself so I guess not really)

Camille destroyed Kate and she still think that counts as standing up for herself

Julien really thought that would work?

Also Obie do you love her or not just stick to your choice

"I just told Camille de Haan off" you didn't

Kate literally just shut up

Go Nick

"One for all or none for none"

finally, throuple

The hug aaaaa

"Now remember, one of you gets me at midnight, and the other one gets to go to the station alone"

Julien and Zoya finally making up

"Anyone could have been it, even me" and the way her face lights up finally Monet as queen JC was too nice anyways

Please tell me they are going up against each other. I need the drama.

Cute throuple

Also the boss fight song while Julien does her speech and declares war on gg

Monet queen

Julien really just apologized for being a bad friend only to betray everyone she knows

Mutually assured destruction

Julien's "I know you love me, XOXO" yes

What was Kate's condition

What did JC send her

"I'm Julien fucking Calloway"

"Did you miss me? I know I've missed you"

Does real Gossip Girl start now?

#gossip girl #gossip girl reboot #new gossip girl #gossip girl hbo #gg #gg hbo #gg reboot #gg rb #new gg

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thelittlestcheshire · 4 years ago

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even if you have to cry, don't let your crown fall

a love letter to luxor’s ches elswood

Well, it’s finally time that I feel ready to post this, and while I’m aware it may be bittersweet with my upcoming departure, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Today I present to you a three hour Ches playlist, divided into sections and covering her entire time at Luxor, from when I first picked her up in June of 2019 all the way to now. There’s quite a few plot references, and small (and not as small) references to other muses throughout, especially when it comes to Elliot, so keep an eye out for those as well!

I’d like to thank Lex for giving me the idea to make these, and her support throughout the process because without her, these playlists wouldn’t even exist. And thank you to everyone who has gone on this journey with us, while I’m sorry I need to dip out early after this event to focus on my health, I love y’all so much.

The standard Ches tws apply (poor mental health, alcoholism, etc etc), and anything I think may be a bit abnormal / section exclusive is noted on the sections.

twist me like a key, then you open the lock | pre-luxor:

the section of time before I played Ches at Luxor, very James heavy. additional tws: Death (Sign of the Times), Toxic relationships (nothing explicit tho)

Sign of the Times (Jasmine Thompson) [ Remember everything will be alright. We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here. ] // Sweet Ophelia (Zella Day) [ Singing like it's a full moon, careless now that he has you. Turns you on to the right songs, promises that you're hooked on. ] // Couple of Kids (Maggie Lindemann) [ Now I'm fallin' heavily, recklessly, trying not to lose my sensibility; but gravity, it pulls me into you. ] // Glowstick (Sofia Karlberg) [ You play me like a line-up; long con, you make me wise up. ] // Crying in the Club (Camila Cabello) [ Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, let the beat carry away, your tears as they fall, baby. Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, with a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy. ] // Ember (Katherine McNamara) [ Reignite; you lost your grip on me, and now I blaze wild and free. ]

nobody shows up unless i'm paying, have a drink on me cheers to the failing | summer & fall 2019:

the first time I was at Luxor playing ches, from June - October 2019

7 rings (Ariana Grande) [ Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch. Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? ] // I'm a Mess (Bebe Rexha) [ “It's gonna be a good, good life;” that's what my therapists say. ] // OMG (Little Mix) [ Oh my gosh, I did it again. He said I broke his heart, it keeps happening. ] // Only Angel (Harry Styles) [ Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that's what I like about it. ] // LA Devotee (Panic! At The Disco) [ Drinking white wine in the blushing light, just another LA Devotee. ] // Woman Like Me (Little Mix feat. Nicki Minaj) [ I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly. I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve. ]

all of this emptiness i've been sharing, it never comes when i want it to | winter 2019:

the period of time Ches went home to be with her family and was away from luxor additional tws: vomiting (Habits (Stay High))

Carmen (Lana Del Rey) [ Darlin’, darlin’, doesn't have a problem lyin’ to herself ‘cause her liquor’s top shelf ] // How You Remind Me (Avril Lavigne) [ And I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle. These five words in my head scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?" ] // Playing God (Paramore) [ This is the last second chance (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm half as good as it gets (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm on both sides of the fence (I'll point you to the mirror). Without a hint of regret, I'll hold you to it ] // Habits {Stay High} (Tove Lo) [ Staying in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end. Oh, can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain. ] // Bedroom Window (The Pretty Reckless) [ As I look out of my bedroom window; is it all real or just fantasy? I have lost touch with what makes me human, I have lost touch with reality. ] // Impossible Year (Panic! At The Disco) [ There's no sunshine, this impossible year; only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear. ]

i wouldn't say you got the best of me, i'd say you got me somewhere in between | spring 2020:

Ches’s return to Luxor, and the months following leading up to her mass text about Leo’s dad following the Lake Bash

3 O'Clock Things (AJR) [ Would you go running if you saw the real me? Maybe you'd love 'em, yeah, maybe you'd feel me. ] // Wild Heart (Bleachers) [ Well, everything has changed and now I can't tell what matters. I will find any way to your wild heart. ] // Rise (Katy Perry) [ When the fire's at my feet again and the vultures all start circling. They're whispering, “you're out of time.” But still, I rise. ] // Don't Stop Me Now (Queen) [ I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course. I am a satellite, I'm out of control. ] // Princesses Don't Cry (CARYS) [ Girls, so pretty and poised and soft to the touch, but God made me rough. Girls, so heavy the crown, they carry it tall, but it's weighing me down. ] // Save Rock And Roll (Fall Out Boy feat. Elton John) [ You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream... no, no (no, no). ] // Making a Monster out of Me (Katherine McNamara) [ And I don't know how to recollect the morals that I always did possess. Don't know where its leading me. ] // We Don't Have To Dance (Andy Black) [ You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself. I'll break it to you easy. This is hell, this is hell. ]

tonight it's alright, i can see the tunnel at the end of these lights | summer 2020:

summer camp and the months leading up to a new school year

Night Owls Early Birds (Foxes) [ A wild fire inside me burns. Why do I look like I'm wear for worse? Save me, save me, go underneath the ground. ] // Too Much (Carly Rae Jepsen) [ When I party, then I party too much. When I feel it, then I feel it too much. When I'm thinking, then I'm thinking too much. When I'm drinking, then I'm drinking too much. ] // Royal Blue (Alberto Rosende) [ My regrets are a shade around my neck I know. It's torturous, and there's a burden that I can't let go. ] // Who You Selling For (The Pretty Reckless) [ And when Roger showed me I was building a wall. I've been waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting for it to fall. ] // Heavy (Linkin Park feat. Kiiara) [ You say that I'm paranoid, but I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me. It’s not like I make the choice to let my mind stay so fucking messy. ] // The Archer (Taylor Swift) [ I've been the archer, I've been the prey; screaming, “who could ever leave me,” darling. But who could stay? ] // Everybody Lost Somebody (Bleachers) [ And there's a reason I wake up alone in strange places, a reason I see myself in a million faces, a reason I can't stop it all from changing. So come on, motherfucker, you survive, you gotta give yourself a break. ]

no cameras catch my muffled cries. i counted days, i counted miles | fall and winter 2020(/21):

a new school year, from the start of the semester right until the aftermath of the kings’ party

So It Goes (Guards) [ I don't know who I am but I do know who I'm not. I'm just looking for a friend, I'm still searching for the plot. ] // Wasabi (Little Mix) [ Love to hate me, praise me, shame me; either way, you talk about me. ] // Think Before I Talk (Astrid S) [ Maybe I should think before I talk; I get emotional and words come out all wrong. Sometimes I'm more honest than I want. ] // Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (Taylor Swift) [ No cameras catch my muffled cries. I counted days, I counted miles to see you there, to see you there. And now the storm is coming, but... ] // Sober Up (AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo) [ Won't you help me sober up? Growin' up, it made me numb, and I wanna feel somethin' again. ] // The Show Must Go On (Queen) [ Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on. Does anybody know what we are looking for? ] // Waiting For A Friend (The Pretty Reckless) [ My head is like a prison cell, I'm all by myself. I'm waiting for my friend to come and break me out. ] // Sober (Demi Lovato) [ I'm sorry that I'm here again, I promise I'll get help. It wasn't my intention, I'm sorry to myself. ] // Eight (Sleeping At Last) [ I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut, and bury my innocence. But here's a map, here's a shovel, here's my Achilles' heel. ]

i got this handled, i don't need rescuing | spring and early summer 2021:

ches’s progress from the end of march until now

The Man (Taylor Swift) [ I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man. And I'm so sick of them coming at me again, 'cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man. ] // Princess (FLETCHER) [ But we're all going through it, so why do we do it? Why do we hide? ] // Humpty Dumpty (AJR) [ If I can't breathe, then you can't see, but aren't you excited that I'm giving you the best me? ] // My Mistake (Gabrielle Aplin) [ Am I jaded? Am I meant to feel this way? I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game. But if I falter, well, at least it was my mistake. ] // The Climb (Miley Cyrus) [ The struggles I'm facing, the chances I'm taking; sometimes might knock me down, but no, I'm not breaking. ] // breathin (Ariana Grande) [ Some days, things just take way too much of my energy. I look up and the whole room's spinning. You take my cares away. ] // Clean (Taylor Swift) [ Ten months sober, I must admit just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it. Ten months older, I won't give in, now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it. ] // Not a Pop Song (Little Mix) [ A hamster on a wheel that's how it feels tryna be real. These unrealistic expectations said we'll make it if we fake it. ] // Queen (Loren Gray) [ Eyes on me like I'm a prize but you better recognize I'm not your angel 'cause I belong to me. ] // The Cure (Little Mix) [ This happiness was always inside me but Lord, it took a minute to find me. ]

#musings ( playlists )#all of my heroes died all alone ( musings )#death tw #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #vomit tw #vomiting tw #vomit mention tw

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oliveiraveiro · 4 years ago

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My Utmost Desire

The Royal Masquerade, Male Kayden x MC (Julia Aster)

summary: Julia discusses her decision to surrender the crown with Kayden.

tags/warning: fluff, suggestive thought

word count: 1366 / ao3 link

note: this is three things: late, out of the blue, and self-indulgent 🤣 an expansion of that scene in chapter 17 because no way in hell MC would choose not to marry fabian to keep the crown and their LI is just “ok thanks. hey btw fabian could really use a conversation with you.” anyways :)))

“This is all so sudden, but how could I live with myself, knowing that I could have stopped a war?” Fabian Rhys, ever selfless, says, despite the frown still on his face.

“Believe me when I tell you, there is no other way.” Julia continues. And indeed, think about another way is all she has done for hours on end. “If I could keep the crown I earned, I would.”

She bothers not to hide her frown. She wishes she did not need to abdicate the throne, when she and her closest allies have worked so hard for her seat, but alas, this must be the way. If she is to save innocent lives, her people: the very people this all have been for-- she must serve not as queen.

Fabian tilts his head and looks thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe there is.”

“I promise, we have thought through every strategy. Cordonia will only remain united beneath a Rhys.”

“Then a Rhys they will have. Your Majesty, if it’s not too forward of me to suggest… We could marry.”

“Marry?” Julia gapes, and before Kayden could also react, her gaze meets his.

“What are you saying?” Kayden is as surprised as she was, but he is quick to school his features, and Julia could almost hear him chiding himself for forgetting himself.

“Cordonia may need my name, but that is not the same as my leadership. Queen Julia, marry me and take my name as yours.”

Then… Julia may be able to keep the crown, after all? All their hard work will not be in vain?

But… Kayden. She frowns almost imperceptibly as she glances again in his direction. The look of surprise still on her face, she looks at Fabian. “I am flattered but…”

“Please, don’t mistake my intent. This arrangement would have nothing to do with romance.” Fabian gives the Queen a knowing smile. “We would ask nothing of each other. Our relationship would be one born only of politics and a desire for peace. You could keep your crown and your kingdom. I would spend my days painting.”

“Excuse me for a moment?”

Fabian nods and steps away with Flora.

“I don’t know what you’re about to say, but you should know that I will stand behind anything you decide.” Kayden does not even hesitate.

“You would stand behind never marrying me?” Julia could already feel her heart aching.

He just smiles at her and takes her hands.

“I would abide anything, if it meant living in your heart.”

“We would be together, but in secret. Our love could never be known to anyone but our closest allies.” She continues, already dreading the possibility of that future.

Undeterred, he smiles again, confidently, gently massaging her knuckles. “There is no obstacle we could not overcome, if this is what your heart desires.”

Julia is not sure if she loves or hates it that he is so willing to stand by her side unconditionally. She wanted him to convince her to pick him over the crown, not the other way around. Emotions running high, she takes a deep shaky breath, taking a long moment to keep her wits with her.

If there is one important thing she learned through her journey to being queen, it is to always see reason. And that she tries, no matter the pain in her heart.

Looking up at Kayden, she swallows the lump in her throat, nodding a little. “Very well. Then, I believe I have decided.”

At her call, Fabian and Flora return to hear her answer.

“I have decided…” Julia swallows the lump in her throat. She keeps a poker face, but later fails, because soon enough she feels her eyes watering at the thought of not choosing her love for Kayden before anything else.

She takes a deep breath, composing herself, wiping the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief. Julia gives Kayden another glance, pondering how lucky she was to have someone to who will stand by her side through anything she desired. As if she was unaware to the fact, her mind is repeating just how much she deeply loves her Crown Shield. Another deep breath.

“I have decided not to marry Fabian and surrender my crown. I am honored by your willingness to sacrifice that part of your life so that I may continue to rule, but… I am afraid I am not. I cannot live that lie. I must follow my heart, even if it leads me beyond the palace.”

Julia refuses to meet Kayden’s eyes again so he would dare not to interject, but she should have known better.

“My queen… you must reconsider--”

“I have decided, Kayden. Fabian will be Cordonia’s King, alone.”

“Are you deciding for the people? For you? There is more to consider aside from… from myself, Your Majesty.”

“Flora, Fabian… we’ll meet you at the carriage.” They curtsy and bow before Julia before again giving the two time to discuss.

Julia frowns as she finally meets Kayden’s gaze. “What happened to standing behind anything I decide?”

“No, because you’re doing this just for me. Think more about this, Julia. The crown…the entire kingdom is yours for the taking. You will rightfully serve the people, noble and common alike. You could continue your legacy for a great number of years, and even pass on the throne to your future children. Do you not want any of that?”

“I do, Kayden, but not without you by my side…”

“I will be--”

Julia shakes her head. “Not like this,” she gives him an earnest look that successfully stops him from interrupting. “It’s you, Kayden. It is you who my heart truly desires. A long, happy life full of love with you. No kingdom or royal legacy is worth more than marriage and a future family with you.”

Kayden takes a long moment to process all that Julia has said, his own eyes starting to shine at his queen’s declaration. She takes it as an invitation to continue.

“I know we have worked hard for me to be crowned queen, and this seems like I am simply throwing everything away. But all this has been is for the people of this kingdom, to make sure they will have a strong but kind and selfless leader who will bring prosperity to Cordonia. Renza and Cyrus are in no position to go after the throne, and Fabian will no doubt be the people’s servant. We have succeeded, Kayden. It’s… it’s time for us to be selfish this time. It’s time for us to focus on us.”

Kayden desperately wants to pull Julia into a passionate kiss, to express his similar feelings through actions instead of his words.

He would pull her waist against him and grab her hair as they kiss more and more urgently. He could probably make love to her here and then, give her the worshipping she deserves, and no magic would be able to barricade his intense love and desire for her.

But regrettably, despite everything his queen said, she is still the Queen. He offers his arm for her, knowing it was presently the only acceptable gesture for the Queen and her Crown Shield.

Julia smiles to herself as she takes his arm, and they start walking back to the carriage. It was rare to get Kayden speechless, especially in a debate of some kind. She will certainly revel in getting the last word.

“Don’t be so smug, my queen. When I’m finally allowed to, next time it will be me who will be professing my intense love for you in public. I will be down on one knee, and you will forget how to utter any word except for ‘yes’.”

“Mm, tell me more, my loyal subject. Perhaps it will happen at a certain royal masquerade?”

“Indeed. But we will no longer be wearing any masks. I’m afraid all I will be able to think about is Midnight Shadow.”

“No more hiding? Perfect. Because all I want is to exclaim how much I love you with all that I am and all that I have, Kayden Vescovi.”

“As I love you, Lady Julia Aster.”

#choices the royal masquerade #the royal masquerade #the royal masquerade fanfiction #crown shield #crown shield x mc #kayden vescovi #kayden vescovi x mc #kayden x mc #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices

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a-world-in-grey · 5 years ago

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Take My Breath au - Roadtrip (Leide)

Because in this au, it’s Sola going off to get married, not Noctis. So Regis gets the relief of knowing both his children will be out of the line of fire. Meanwhile-

-Sola is Not Impressed with her brother’s driving. At All. What the hell did he even DO to the poor car?!

-The Chocobros are maybe a bit concerned when Sola strokes the Regalia and croons to it, promising to get it some much needed TLC and then never letting Noctis behind the wheel again. Because clearly some guys don’t know how to treat a lady right.

-For all that Sola’s learned under Cid for two months every year for a decade, there’s only so much she can do without proper tools, parts, and a garage. She’s only got the basics in her armiger and she doesn’t fancy trying to do this on the side of the road under a summer Leide sun. Heatstroke is not her idea of a fun time.

-Sola calls Uncle Cid and gives him a heads up, and then Sola gets back on her motorcycle while the Chocobros push the Regalia. Chocobros are not happy with that but Sola smirks as says that they let Noctis drive, they get to push. Also, none of them have licenses for driving a bike and like Pyre she’s letting them on her baby.

-Cid’s about as Impressed with the Regalia’s condition as Sola is. To make the lesson stick, Noctis gets to pay for the repairs. Sola cheerfully waves to the Chocobros as they go off to scrounge up gil, abusing her mechanic skills to stay in the air conditioned garage. Instead of running around in a Leide summer wearing black.

-Sucks to be them.

-While they’re gone, Cid and Sola talk. He knows about Sola’s marriage, the whole world probably knows about it. But Cid also knows about the hanahaki, even if Sola never got around to telling Cid about Libertus beyond ‘things worked out and the hanahaki stopped.’

-Cid grumbles about self-sacrificing idiot Lucis Caelums, but also tells Sola that if this Nif noble ever treats her wrong, to let him now so he can come and introduce his spear to whatever pieces Sola leaves behind.

-And Sola laughs. It’s a bit hysterical, but she appreciates Uncle Cid’s clear confidence that Sola would rip Ravus to shreds if he ever hurts her.

-Only the glaives had expressed that same confidence. Noctis and Cor promised to kill Ravus themselves.

-The again, Galahdians have always respected the ability of their women to fuck a man up.

-They get the car fixed, the Chocobros come back with the needed money, and they bid farewell to Cid and Cindy.

-Ignis drives. Noctis Pouts from the backseat even as he cuddles with Cyrus and naps.

-Galdin Quay is nice. The view is lovely as they drive in and find a spot in the car park. Sola... lingers while the Chocobros check out the port, justifying the delay with putting her bike in her armiger (she’s protective of her baby, sue her).

-As such, Sola’s not there for the initial meeting between Ardyn and the Chocobros, and Ardyn gets to keep his anonymity.

-He does however, find Sola in the car park by the Regalia, on her phone texting updates to Uncle Cid and Uncle Cor. And Ardyn being a Troll, cannot resist popping up behind her with a silky ‘congrats.’

-Sola, with combat-twitchy reflexes, reacts as expected. By dropping her phone into her armiger even as she spins around to try and take off Ardyn’s head with the khopesh strapped to her back.

-She is Not Amused when Ardyn steps JUST out of range and has the gall to chide her. Sola asks what Ardyn wants, Ardyn congratulates Sola on her upcoming wedding, and Sola tells Ardyn to stuff his congrats where the sun doesn’t shine.

-Sola leaves Ardyn to find the Chocobros, and finds them on the docks talking to a reporter that is... blackmailing them for taking Hunts?

-Ah no, extorting them. Or at least attempting to. He’s not doing the best job since the Crown Prince and Princess making a couple pit stops to help their people isn’t exactly bad, PR wise.

-Still, ballsy reporter. Sola might actually like this one.

-Then she hears that the reporter - Dino - makes enchanted jewelry and she’s all on board for finding him the needed materials, because fuck, StoneCrafters are rare as hell. And now that Sola’s actually looking for it, Dino’s faintly humming to her magical senses; similar in a way she’s only ever felt from Elemancy nodes.

-Damn, she knew Ramuh and Leviathan once had their own Blessed, she didn’t know Titan had ever Blessed a Line. Even if the faint strength means no one has embraced that Blessing for centuries.

-Is Dino single? The Ornata ladies would Murder for first dibs to Court a StoneCrafter. Magpies. The entire Clan. Magic Shiny Stuff only makes it worse.

-Hunting down the raw materials is a nice distraction from the news of Niflheim closing Altissia’s port. Sola’s not sure why, but the whole thing is giving her a bad feeling.

#Take My Breath au #ffxv #hanahaki au #Sola Lucis Caelum #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Ignis Scientia #Gladiolus Amicitia #Prompto Argentum #Chocobros #Cid Sophiar #Cindy Aurum #Ardyn Izunia #Dino #Yes Dino is single #don’t know if that’s canon and don’t care #Dino is going to be Courted by a Sparkly Jungle Woman #Who can probably bench press him because Yesss

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biconicfinn · 4 years ago

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7, 8, 20?

first of all thank you for the ask nati!! i’m sorry this took so long, i’ve been swamped with family stuff lately <3 just a heads up! all the links are for spotify!!

7: A song that you love from a genre you don’t usually like

a genre i dont actively listen to is country music bc it’s usually very us american-centric and i personally can’t relate to a lot of the songs that are more patriotic/americana/us lived experience ish? but i have three (3) country songs that i will go hard for no matter what because they are incredible

1. jolene by dolly parton - okay so this song just slaps i dont know what else to tell you; it has a very fun beat and the lyrics are so good and intriguing??????? also it’s so cute that dolly parton titled the song after a little kid who was a fan of hers i find that so adorable

2. daddy lessons by beyoncé ft. the chicks - DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN???????? beyoncé first released this song in the lemonade album and it was already amazing; it gets you moving and dancing and instrumentals alone would make it incredible but the VOCALS????????????? QUEEN BEY REMINDED EVERYONE WHY SHE WEARS THE CROWN ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE TOOK THE COUNTRY MUSIC AWARDS BY STORM WITH THE CHICKS!!!!! 2 iconic af artists sharing the stage for that performance was incredible and the performance alone is one of my favourites but everything about this song makes me love it more and more also the outfit she wore for the awards? amazing

3. old town road (remix) by lil nas x ft. billy ray cyrus - love it or hate it this song is amazing and it changed the way people looked at country music, it set records like no one else has ever seen and it’s genuinely a fun song. love the cowboy vibes especially because cowboys in the us were typically black and latino men (and iirc many of them were gay right?) so that’s fun! lil nas x is hilarious and i can’t wait to see what else he’s going to do with his music

8: A song that you liked when you where 10 that still slaps

so i’m going to restrict this to songs that came out when i was 10 that i still love because i have a huge soft spot for the 2005ish to 2015ish era of music if not this would be super long dkbjvksfjgkdjfhgkdsjg (un)fortunately the list is still long af because so many good albums came out in 2011 i’m gonna start right off by saying that the best album of 2011 hands down was beyoncé’s 4 album. it is a masterpiece both instrumentally and vocally and it crosses so many genres and is abso-fucking-lutely ICONIC and there are zero skips on this album even today no i will not be taking criticism <3 next i’m gonna just say that one direction’s up all night was released in 2011 and it too is total POP PERFECTION! it has so many fond memories for me and the songs still slap another great album of 2011 is rihanna’s talk that talk!!! so many incredible songs and it’s just one banger after the other ugh your fave could never!!!

okay quickfire round: avril lavigne’s what the hell, lady gaga’s judas and born this way, selena gomez and the scene’s love you like a love song, adele’s rumour has it

20: A song from the soundtrack of a film that you like so much after the film finished you immediately looked for it okay this is easy, spider-man: into the spiderverse has such a great soundtrack that i IMMEDIATELY saved it on my spotify on the way out of the theatre because holy shit not only was each song so good, but every song was used so perfectly in the movie that you couldn’t really want to replace it with anything idk how to explain but oh you know how people like to replace immigrant song in that ending fight scene in thor: ragnorok with other songs to match the beat or give it a different vibe? i feel like for itsv, you can’t separate the two like that because of how connected the music is to the storytelling. it’s one of the most complete soundtracks i ever heard in a movie ever!

i’m not going to add movie scores because i don’t think that’s the point of the ask meme? and also i would be making this ask longer than it already is dkfndkjfgnakdjfgk so sorry this is so long and i hope you enjoyed!

#skyrambles #skygetsasks #kybercassian #thank you again for the ask!!!

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katedrakeohd · 5 years ago

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A Choices: The Royal Masquerade Fanfiction

Pairings :(MC) Julia Aster x Renza Fierro,

Julia Aster x Kaydan Vescovi

Author's Note: As I transferred this story from writen page to digital it occurred to me just how long it was becoming so I've had to break it up into several parts.

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Part One:

A State of Undress

The morning is sunny and warm on the day of our cruise on the Fierro yacht. I’m standing outside in my courtyard with my steward Vasco waiting for Renza’s carriage to come pick me up. As I smooth my hands down over my corset and skirts for the hundredth time, Vasco notices my nervousness and smiles.

“I suppose this will be your first time on a sailing ship M’lady,” he says.

“Yes, it will.” I nod.

“I’ve heard that Lord Hector is a very honourable man. Are you anxious to meet him?”

To tell the truth I’ve barely thought of him at all today. And it’s not Hector or the boat trip that have me feeling anxious. Since we’ll be with the Fierros, that means Kaydan the Crown Shield will be around too. And these days he has occupied my thoughts more than anything.

“I’m hoping Lord Hector isn’t as dull and strange as Lord Emery is. Such a disaster that dinner was. If it weren’t for Henry rescuing me with a new plate of dinner after Cyrus and Emery left the table I would have starved to death.”

My pet wolf cub Astro scampers around the courtyard threatening to trample the flowers. His antics have stolen Vasco’s attention and my comments go unanswered. I shrug and go back to my own thoughts.

Ever since I met Kaydan Vescovi the night of the masquerade, I haven't been able to get him off my mind. Just being around him with his dark eyes, wavy black hair and strong muscled physique is enough to make even the most sober person feel a little intoxicated. When he smiles at you and gives you his full attention it's like nothing else matters. I consider myself a lucky woman to have had the chance to spend so much time with him these past few weeks. As the Crown Shield wherever King-regent Henry Fierro goes, Kaydan isn't far behind. Between both handsome men being around lately it's like receiving two beautiful presents for your birthday when you're only expecting one.

During the joust when Kaydan and Henry both sought my favor, it was such a thrill. But when the swords came out after they had both been knocked off their horses, I realized that the rivalry goes much deeper. Fortunately the duel ended without anyone getting seriously injured. I know they're friends and I would hate to see them ruin that because of me. But still I must admit seeing Kaydan win was exciting.

In the stables after the joust Kaydan told me that it had been fun to fight Henry in front of the crowd. Being able to knock his half-brother Cyrus down a peg anonymously as the Black Knight had also been satisfying for him. His victory takes the title of Champion of the Tournament of Flowers out of noble hands. I enjoyed cheering with the other spectators, even if I was the only one hoping for Kaydan to win.

Henry is all sunshine, winks and flirty smiles. There's no wonder all the single ladies at court clamor for his attention. There's no mystery to him and he wears his heart on his sleeve. He radiates a perfect example of wealth and privilege. When I'm around him I’m polite and friendly. He's given me no reason to doubt his intentions as Crown Regent are genuine. But for me all I feel is loyalty not affection.

Kaydan is all long looks, secret smiles and quiet respect. Although he was born of nobility, he's not considered one of them. He's accepted his place as the bastard son and chose a life of hardship and responsibility in the guard.

Henry may have his name and noble house to hold him up, but it's Kaydan's humble strength and sense of duty that protects him. I admire Kaydan for that, although he won't accept the title of hero no matter how often he's earned it. There's more to Kaydan than his imposing presence. I'm drawn to him in a way that goes beyond the physical, and I’m determined to know him better.

He's worked his way up through the ranks to become Crown Shield, and earned the respect of many along the way. I've sought out his expertise in matters of security, and he's always seemed pleased to have my company. Sometimes when we're alone we comfortably lapse into conversation and he lets down his guard a bit.

In the short time we've known each other we've developed a mutual respect and kinship. When we're alone I'm just Julia the scribe, and he's just Kaydan the black sheep and we're comfortable with that.

I hear Renza's carriage approaching and take a deep breath to prepare myself to be in her company. She's as brash and confident as her brother is charming and sweet. I never know what she's going to say or do when we're together.

Vasco steps forward to open the door of the carriage for me, “Are you entirely sure you don't want me to travel with you your Ladyship? There's room for one more in the carriage.”

As I take his offered hand to assist me up into the carriage, I smile and shake my head. “I'll be fine with Renza. Please make sure that Astro is fed and properly put away for me, and then join us at the marina later for the trip.”

Vasco nods, bowing to me, “As you wish.”

Tucking my skirts around my legs I settle down on the seat opposite Renza. Once Vasco has closed the door behind me, Renza looks me over critically from head to toe and then shrugs.

“Well good morning to you too,” I jest.

“My dear Julia, please tell me you don't expect to impress Lord Hector wearing that?”

I can't help but take offense to her remark since I am wearing a gown in the rich tones of blue and gold that represent my noble house. The House of Aster. I’m not sure if her jab is an intentional insult to my house or my sense of style, so I try my stoic best to deflect it as irrelevant.

“Honestly Renza. If I must marry someone for the sake of politics, what does it matter what pretty wrapper I am presented in?”

It's not like I'm that excited to be offered up to Hector as some sort of trophy wife.

“You may say that now, but you don't need to sound so bored and dismissive about the prospect of a match.”

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound that way. I'm just distracted. My poor sister has still not awakened, and suddenly becoming the head of my household is overwhelming. I've barely had the chance to figure out what that even means, and now I am expected to marry myself to a total stranger to support the Crown. Whatever happened to falling in love and getting married. That's what I really wish I could do.”

Renza laughs, “Oh you're such a Romantic. Don’t forget that you're a noble now. Marriage for nobles is a contract with obligations, land titles and bank accounts. Romance is for affairs outside of marriage. Why are you so hung up on love and romance anyway? Is there someone you've had your eye on?”

“I…well. I don't want to say. That's between him and I.” I can feel myself blushing.

“Ok fine, but I'll find out one way or the other. I bet a little wine will get you talking.”

Before I can turn her down, Renza has already opened a bottle of red wine and poured me some. It's still morning but apparently Renza feels that drinking wine is appropriate for all hours of the day.

When the carriage turns off of the main road and onto her Manor's private lane one of the wheels bounces over a rock. I gasp in surprise as the wine in my goblet splashes over the front of my dress.

“Oh no! This is a disaster.” I cry.

Renza produces a handkerchief out of the bodice of her gown and offers it to dab at the wine stains.

“Well that's a shame. But look at it this way. Now I’ll have the excuse to put you in a dress suitable to impress the pants off Hector and your secret lover.”

I hand her back her handkerchief, shaking my head. “We're hardly lovers.”

“Not yet. You may have been able to charm the minds of men at court so far with your cleverness and wit. But leave it to me and your looks will charm the rest of their…parts.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh please Renza I’ve already gotten my fill of Cyrus and his brand of sleazy charm. I don't want all the men at court to start talking to me that way. I implore you to at least keep some shred of my dignity intact.”

As the carriage comes to a stop, I look out of the window and marvel at the grandeur of the Fierro Estate. Renza escorts me to the dressing room attached to her bedroom to get changed. The opulent furnishings of even this room put most of what I have back home to shame.

Renza wastes no time in helping me get out of my dress. As I stand in my underclothes she gives me another critical inspection and I feel myself blush.

“H..happy now?” I stammer.

Renza's surprised expression takes me off guard, “More like impressed! With a body like that you could make a bedsheet look alluring. I'm almost tempted to send you out like this.”

Crossing my arms across my chest I frown at her, “Renza, seriously. Focus.”

She gives me another critical inspection, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

“Natural beauty aside, whoever tied this corset isn't doing you any favors. Here let me fix it for you.”

I back away, holding up my hands. "No, no. Leave it alone. I like being able to breathe thanks.”

She sighs and then steps away from me again. “As you wish.”

I'm still standing in just my underwear as she continues to talk.

“So are you curious about meeting Hector at all?”

“I'm mostly curious about what kind of person he is.”

“Well professionally all that I can tell you is that he is a trade expert hired by the merchants across Cordonia to help improve their business.”

I try to sound interested, “So he's …business minded.”

Renza scoffs, “Well when you say it that way it makes him sound stuffy. Lord Hector sails the world and visits all sorts of interesting places. Imagine the fascinating stories he could tell."

I nod, "Well then I guess he doesn't sound so stuffy after all."

Renza smiles, looking relieved "Good now let's get you dressed. Stay here while I fetch you something to wear."

She gives me a wink and then leaves me alone. I feel self conscious, exposed and plain in such a fancy room. When I hear the door open suddenly I turn around expecting Renza. But instead it's Kaydan!

"Lady Renza, I found the --... "

He stops short and his eyes go wide when he sees me, "Julia!"

I feel myself blush to the roots of my hair, but as shocking as it is for him to see me in my underwear, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement too. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest, but I flash him my bravest smile and place my hands on my hips and ask, "Looking for something?"

He's still standing there rooted to the spot and gaping. "I..I wasn't expecting -- .."

"Hmm?" I smirk at him, stepping closer.

He clumsily shuffles backward, trying to avert his eyes from seeing so much of my bare skin.

Renza re-enters the room and gasps, "Crown Shield, what in the world do you think you're doing?"

"But..but.." he stammers, looking at us both.

"Out, out, out! Now!" she shrieks.

He quickly shields his eyes and mumbles his apologies as she pushes him out of the room and closes the door.

"The nerve!" she exhales with relief.

Biting my lip and trying to hide my grin, I giggle. "I hope that he enjoyed that as much as I did."

Her mouth drops open and her eyes sparkle with amusement as she laughs, "Lady Julia Aster, you saucy minx!"

"What? Accidents happen. Besides he knows this is your room so I could ask you questions too."

Renza brushes off my remark and raises her chin giving a haughty retort, "Well this is my house after all. Quit avoiding the issue. Out with it, you like him don't you. And here I thought it might be Henry."

Breathing a sigh of resignation I admit it, "Yes, Kaydan is who I'm interested in. Please don't tell anyone. I know he's not noble."

Renza laughs, "True, he wouldn't improve your social standing as a match, but he's definitely an impressive piece of man to have on the side. If you're saying there's more to him than what's on the surface then I must say congratulations to you both."

I open my mouth to protest that Kaydan is more than just a side piece, but then decide to change the subject. "If I'm to impress Kaydan or Hector today you better give me something to wear."

Renza blinks, remembering the gown she has in her arms. "Of course, where was I?" she hands me the dress. "You're sure to grab attention in this."

As she lays the shimmering blue and white silky and sheer fabric in my arms I am amazed at how light and airy it feels. It's surely worth more than my entire wardrobe.

I stammer as I thank her, "Are..you sure about this? Have you nothing more plain or modest?"

"No, no I insist. Consider it my engagement gift to you. It never fit me properly anyway. Hector won't be able to take his eyes from you."

Or Kaydan either, I thought to myself.

I nod gratefully and step into the dress, "Well thank-you, could you help me fasten the lacing in the back?"

Renza smiles as I turn around. She adjusts and ties the satin lacing a little tighter than necessary, and I find it difficult to breathe. Is she jealous that the dress fits me better, or is she feeling spiteful and wanted Kaydan for herself?

As I turn back around and catch sight of myself in the mirror I can't help but smile.

Behind me I catch Renza's expression and she looks annoyed as she says, "Alright then now that you're wearing a properly fitting garment, let's be off, the carriages await."

...

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ohwormworld · 5 years ago

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Operation: Spying at The Spoon, a multi-ship Andi Mack fanfic

This one was requested by anon, so here you go!

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Cyrus was sitting on his bedroom floor, video calling with TJ while doing some light studying in preparation for high school.

“Can you come to work with me tomorrow?” TJ asked, running a hand through his hair subconsciously.

“Sorry, The Good Hair Crew has plans to meet at The Spoon tomorrow,” Cyrus apologized.

TJ’s raised his eyebrows. “The Good Hair Crew?”

“Andi, Buffy, and I,” Cyrus explained, “The Good Hair Crew,”

TJ gave Cyrus his pleading face, the face, the same mock pouty-face he gave Cyrus before he pushed Cyrus on the swingset.

Cyrus shook his head determinedly. "That's not going to work with me this time. I have to honor my commitment I made with Buffy and Andi."

"Ugh, fine," TJ whined. "But you owe me a date at The Spoon and you have to come with me to work tomorrow. It's only fair."

Cyrus pretended to analyze the terms of TJ's request "Hmm, let me see if I have to do anything tomorrow. My calendar is just so full, I hardly have enough space for bathroom breaks."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Maybe."

"Cyrus,"

"Thelonius Jagger,"

TJ crossed his arms and looked at Cyrus expectantly, all green eyes.

"Ugh fine, I'll come to work with you, Thelonius."

The two of them ended the call after a few more minutes of teasing.

As TJ walked to the kitchen to grab a snack, an idea hit him. He texted Jonah and Marty about it, and both them OKed it.

TJ walked to Amber's room and knocked on her door. He opened the door before he hears a response.

"Amber I just had the best idea," TJ announced.

Amber was working on a bracelet, it seemed. She had been getting into crafts ever since she started dating Andi.

"What is it, worms-for-brains," Amber sighed, trying to loop her piece of string through a glittery bead.

"So, first…"

***

"That's them," TJ whispered. Marty, Jonah, Amber, and him hid behind their table at the Spoon as they saw The Good Hair Crew approach the diner.

"Why are we hiding again?" Marty asked, ever the forgetful one.

"We're spying on our girlfriends," Amber answered, her impatience ringing.

"And boyfriend," TJ added.

"I can't believe I agreed to this," she said as she almost bumped her head on the table.

Jonah looked as confused as ever. "But guys…" he began, looking at the rest of them, "I'm single."

Amber tried to reassure her ex-boyfriend. "You're just here for comedic relief, don't worry"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jonah asked her, more perplexed than offended.

"Shh," TJ interrupted, "I wanna hear what they're saying."

Cyrus, Andi and Buffy were seated at their favorite booth in The Spoon, chatting up a storm.

"And when he did that face, I almost melted," Cyrus told the girls. "I'm going to write an entire screenplay about TJ Kippen's various faces and how those faces make me combust."

From under the table behind Cyrus', TJ blushed the color of a tomato while his friends and sister teased him mercilessly.

Andi giggled. "You must really like him."

"Yeah it's kinda gross how in-like you guys are," Buffy joked, smiling to herself.

"Have you noticed how green TJ's eyes are?" Cyrus asked no one in particular. "They're like emeralds," he mused wistfully.

"Are my eyes really that green?" TJ asked his sister.

Amber smirked. "To him, you oblivious dork.."

Cyrus blushed, looking down at his lap. "But enough about me," Cyrus announced as he snacked on a baby tater. "What's going on with you and Amber?"

Amber smiled to herself from her hiding spot with the boys as she noticed to flower crown Andi was wearing. Amber had given it to her on one of their many flower-crown making dates by the lake.

"She's so perfect she made a bracelet," Andi gushed. "It's really nice that someone made something for me for a change."

Jonah smiled at Amber, painfully aware of the times Andi had made him a bracelet that he had taken for granted.

Buffy smiled at her friend across the table. "I haven't seen you this happy in, well, forever."

Andi flung a baby tater at Buffy. "Don't you dare go soft on me, Buffy Driscoll" she warned, wagging her finger for emphasis.

"Don't worry, I won't," Buffy affirmed as Andi's baby taters hit her sleeve. "In fact, I'll keep all my stuff with Marty to myself."

Marty sighed, clearly disappointed that he didn't hear Buffy yearn for him like the others did.

Cyrus joined Andi in assaulting Buffy with baby taters. "Tell us all about him or we'll keep these coming."

"Fine, I'll tell you," Buffy surrendered, raising her hands in defeat.

Marty perked up again, shoving Jonah. "She's gonna talk about how in love with me she is."

"He's pretty cute, I guess," Buffy told her friends.

"Just pretty cute?" Andi asked, a doubtful look on her face. "You guys are attached at the hip."

"Hey, that's not-" Buffy stammered.

Cyrus interrupted Buffy. "Literally attached at the hip. I've seen your piggyback rides."

Marty beamed with pride from his side of the diner. He tried to flex his muscles under the table but ended up hitting Amber with his elbow.

"Ow!" she yelled in reflex.

"What was that?" Buffy asked the group. She turned around the others followed.

"What do we do?" TJ whispered frantically. Cyrus, Andi, and Buffy hadn't found them yet. But a few more stray sounds and they definitely would.

Amber shifted her weight under the table. "I think we should just come clean." She started fidgeting with her bracelet, the one Andi had made for her. "I don't want her to think I was spying on her."

"But we were spying on her," Jonah pointed out. Amber glared at him.

"I'm with Amber," Marty said. "Let's just tell them now so they don't stay mad at us. TJ? Jonah?"

"I'll do whatever you guys think we should do," Jonah whispered. "I don't really have any other ideas."

With that, TJ walked out from their hiding spot under the table and turned to face Cyrus. "Surprise?" he said lamely.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked, annoyed by TJ's antics.

"I, um," TJ began meekly. "wanted to hear what you guys talked about."

"You were spying on us?" Andi accused, her eyes shooting daggers at TJ.

Amber quietly got up, following her brother. "Me too," she said while twirling a finger through her hair sheepishly.

"Us too," Jonah called out, Marty hunched over behind him.

Marty ran a hand through his hair from behind Jonah. "Please don't kill us," he pleaded.

Buffy laughed bitterly. "We're not going to kill you. Just make your life very hard from now on."

Cyrus covered Buffy's mouth with his hand. "Don't listen to her," he told TJ. "We're not going to hurt you in any way."

"What did you guys hear?" Andi interrogated the other group, pointing her accusedly.

"Enough to know Buffy thinks I'm cute," Marty smirked. Buffy attempted an icy glare, but ended up grinning; a light blush coating her cheeks.

"And I know Andi really liked my bracelet," Amber says, eyes lingering on Andi's wrist. Andi melts, unable to suppress the smile forming on her face.

"TJ, don't," Cyrus warned, embarrassed at the fact that TJ had heard him gushing over him. "I'm so stupid."

TJ stepped closer to Cyrus.

"You're not stupid. Not even close," TJ assured him, tucking a strand of Cyrus’ hair behind his ear. Cyrus smiled softly at that, and TJ grinned back.

"OK, OK, we get it," Jonah deadpanned."You're all in a relationship except me."

Everyone laughed at that. The couples all looked at each other fondly as a confused waitress watched them from her seat at the counter. It might seem cheesy, but they were subconsciously wishing that moment had lasted forever.

Just seven of them crowded into a table meant for four people, looking at their first loves like they were the only thing in all of Shadyside.

#Andi Mack #andi mack fanfic #tyrus #ambi #muffy #tyrus fanfic #tyrus fanfiction #ambi fanfiction #ambi fanfic #muffy fanfic #muffy fanfiction #andi mack fanfiction

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years ago

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TSShorts AU

Summary: The Sanders Shorts characters all live in their own corner of the Mindscape, just hanging out and doing their own thing until Thomas summons them in his daily life. They’re indifferent towards the “more superior” Sanders Sides, although they’re a little jealous of the attention they receive from the fans.

The main group in this AU consists of:

Remy (Sleep) 🕶

He's the de facto leader, even though he doesn't really care too much about what everyone does.

Too busy taking naps, going out, and buying Starbucks.

Lattes and green tea are his go-to drinks, although he enjoys some energy drinks every once in a blue moon.

The reason he wears sunglasses all the time is because his eyes have heavy bags under them and he's self-conscious of them showing.

In his bag he carries sugar packets, some sleep aids, his wallet, his phone, and an extra pair of glasses in case his current one breaks.

Because of his accent and the fact he constantly wears shades, most people don't recognize him as Thomas. So he feels confident enough to go out in public.

Remy and Geo are best friends and they often talk cry about how Thomas never listens to them anymore.

He has the power to induce sleep on people if they're annoying him. But they just teleport home to their beds/couches.

He definitely has the "SLEEP" eyemask Thomas sells on his online store. He owns at least 20 of them.

Because of that Remy has forgiven him for past transgressions to a degree.

Magenta/Mag (Printer) 🖨

Being a printer, Magenta is made mostly of white cybernetic parts, wires, and has a slot for ink on his right hand.

He also has a slot on his back for paper to go in (and be removed if he says it's jammed)

He's pretty brash and cocky if you get on his bad side.

He doesn't like being rushed in the slightest and will get petty if people try telling him to hurry up.

Ink is like food to him, so he'll demand ink cartridges even if the person doesn't need to print such colors.

Magenta is his favorite, hence the nickname the Shorts gave him.

His aggression stems from the fact that he's often taken for granted and never thanked by Thomas for all the things he's printed for him.

So he tends to take it out on others and purposefully cause malfunctions just to annoy people who rush him.

The more he does so, the glitchier his voice becomes, and eventually he might shut down altogether and need a reboot.

He doesn’t like doing that, but he just feels so used and insecure at times.

When the Shorts learn this, they start to appreciate him more often, thanking him after he prints something and letting him know he’s doing great.

Geo (GPS) 🌐

Like Mag, Geo is made of some robotic parts as well, with a touchscreen on his chest showing the current route Thomas has set for him. It can also provide him with weather and traffic updates.

Usually he’s friendly if you listen to his directions, but he can quickly become temperamental and whiny if not.

He has fairly good judgment of distance and the environment around him, even if bring ignored does cloud such judgment from time to time.

Sometimes he’ll just keep blabbering “recalculating” or “rerouting” and make passive-aggressive remarks.

If you were to ask him nicely about the nearest location, he would happily give you the exact directions, and even escort you there if need be.

Since he’s a cyborg, he wants to make sure you get to your destination safely.

Sometimes he hangs out with Mag and Remy, as they all share a common grudge towards Thomas for not listening to them all the time.

If he's not calculating routes, his eyes are a dim blue, and they glow brighter whenever he is.

Cyrus (Sun) ☀

Like his brother Jericho, he takes a human form whenever he enters the Mindscape.

He usually wears a golden robe with white sweatpants, and oftentimes a crown that resembles the sun's corona and some gold bracelets. Basically a lot of bling.

He's also got a tattoo of the sun's rays on his chest, which glows whenever he's standing out in broad daylight. It’s the source of all of his powers.

Like Roman, Cyrus has a lot of pride in himself and likes to show off and sing about various things. Music is one of his biggest passions.

He feels envious of the attention Jericho receives, and tries to outshine (pun intended) him whenever possible..even though his brother is completely oblivious to the fact that he is more likable.

He can float in the air if he wants to and turn into a powerful celestial being made purely of light.

His powers are strong enough to blind somebody or set fires, although he refuses to use them for destructive purposes.

Occasionally, though, there are accidents but Cyrus is quick to reverse them.

For the most part, he just stays human and goes around making sure people are warm and their days are brightened up how ever possible.

Jericho (Moon) 🌕

The more laid back of the two, Jericho is pretty careless and is a total night owl.

He’s always dressed like someone who’s ready for a nap, with a dark navy robe with stars on it and black pants, as well as fuzzy white slippers that he refuses to take off.

And he also has the phases of the moon painted on his back, which glows in the moonlight. That’s the source of his powers.

In addition, he has gray spots on his arms that resemble the moon's craters. If the others stare for too long, he gets self-conscious about them and hides them.

Jericho is completely oblivious to Cyrus' jealousy of him and tends to show off his powers without even realizing it, such as casting shadows over his face and making his tattoos glow.

He gets flustered by attention and blushes whenever he receives it, saying things like “awh shucks” and “thanks!” while his brother sulks in the background.

He gets along with Remy well and, like him, can induce sleep in people. But rather than do so out of annoyance, he uses that power if he sees they’re tired and not getting rest.

Emile Picani ✏

(Note: He's not a TSShorts character but idk where else to include him)

Even though he resides in the Cartoon Therapy universe, he visits the Mindscape every so often just to hang out with the Shorts and the Sides.

He'd a very expressive therapist, with an obvious love for cartoons (to the point of making puns all the time).

When he's with the Sides, he and Patton get along best.

Often times the Shorts, especially Sleep and Cyrus & Jericho, vent about some of their problems, although they try not to burden him too much.

He reassures them it's perfectly fine.

He's always got a notepad and pencil on hand.

In his free time, Emile watches some cartoons to analyze and figure out how their messages can be incorporated into his next sessions.

The others insist he just watches them out of enjoyment, but it's a tough habit of his to break.

Unlike the Shorts, he doesn't feel any resentment towards the Sides.

Even though they have their own ways of resolving issues that don't involve sitting nor cartoons (at least sometimes), he's still proud of them.

#clanspeaks #ts au #sanders shorts #remy sanders #printer sanders #gps sanders #sun sanders #moon sanders #emile picani #dr picani #tsshorts au

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andimackshitposts · 5 years ago

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Jyrus, #22 or #1 !! Please!!!!

I chose #22, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Also, this somehow this became a vaguely Cinderella inspired fairytale AU, but I hope you enjoy it! (PS: I’m sorry about Amber in this, but no one else really fit the bill for this…)

The palace was bustling, as servants and members of the court alike prepared for Prince Jonah’s ball, in honor of his birthday. Royals would be traveling from far and wide for the chance to meet the prince, and perhaps win his hand. Cyrus, on the other hand, would be spending both nights of the festival in the kitchen, over steaming pots of soup and roasted lamb that he wasn’t allowed to eat, dodging flak from Mistress Amber, the head of the kitchen staff. Mistress Amber ran a tight ship, and if you disobeyed her even once, you could lose your position–and jobs in the royal palace were not easy to come by. Cyrus knew he was lucky to have the job he did, but a part of him wished he could at least have one night off. Was that too much to ask?

He sighed as he slipped out of the palace and into the garden, attempting to make the most of his short break. The late summer sun was shining, and Cyrus breathed deeply, trying to take in as much of the fresh air as possible. In the corner of the garden, there was a small bench, surrounded by pale pink roses. That was Cyrus’s favorite place in the garden. He made his way over and sat down on the bench, sniffing the roses as he did so. A moment passed before Cyrus heard a voice from the other side of the garden.

“Don’t you know servants aren’t allowed in the royal garden?” The voice called out. “Except for gardeners, of course.”

Cyrus looked up and rolled his eyes. “I have an invitation from the Prince himself.”

Jonah laughed. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.” If there was one thing that made every bit of vitriol from Mistress Amber, every hour of tiresome work, worth it, it was that somehow he’d managed to befriend the Prince himself. It started with a few happenstance meetings–it’s bound to happen eventually–and at some point Jonah had suggested that they meet on purpose. He’d also suggested the garden as a meeting spot, and given him a key to the gate. Cyrus wasn’t sure why or how, but somehow they became best friends.

“So,” Cyrus cleared his throat. “Are you excited for the ball?”

Jonah rolled his eyes. “Not really. My parents expect me to choose a spouse. As if I could fall in love with someone in one night!”

“Yeah,” Cyrus nodded. “It does seem a bit rushed.”

Jonah continued his rant: “And, frankly, how do they know I’m not already in love? Maybe I am, and I just haven’t told them yet.”

Cyrus’s heart stopped. “Are you?” He’d been dreading this day for months now. The day Jonah fell in love. Cyrus always knew he didn’t stand a chance, but at least he hadn’t had to hear about Jonah with someone else.

Jonah hesitated for a moment, his green eyes wide, before swallowing and responding. “Yes.”

Cyrus knew he had no right to feel upset, but even so, he could feel the beginnings of tears prickling at his eyes. “Right, well then,” he cleared his throat, “I should get back to work.”

He left the garden as fast as possible, ignoring the sound of Jonah calling after him.

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Cyrus spent the next few days focusing on the many, many tasks he had received as part of the preparations for the ball, avoiding the prince, and ignoring the ache in his chest. Soon, the day of the ball arrived, and Cyrus no longer had the time to feel sad, for he was overloaded with tasks. As night fell, and guests began arriving, Cyrus was stuck over a boiling pot of stew. For a moment, he let his mind wander, to imagine what it would be like to be invited to a royal ball. He rested his head in his free hand, thinking of the dancing and music and crystal chandeliers.

“Cyrus!” Mistress Amber’s sharp voice pulled him back to reality. “Daydream on your own time!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Cyrus sighed, lifting his head and stirring vigorously.

“I’m moving you to dish washing duty,” Mistress Amber sneered. “As soon as that stew is finished.”

“But washing dishes takes all night and I’ve already been here all day!”

“One of the other servants is dreadfully ill,” she shrugged. “You’re the best fit for a replacement.” An with that, she stalked off to another part of the kitchen.

Cyrus looked down at the pot of stew in front of him. It was only about five minutes from being done. And then he would be stuck on dishwashing duty, a seemingly never ending task, as dirty dishes were constantly coming in throughout the night. He frowned. I wish I didn’t have to wash another dish in my life. I wish I was more than just a kitchen boy. I wish I could go to the ball.

“Well, you can’t go to the ball dressed like that,” came a voice from behind him.

Cyrus whirled around to see a boy with orange hair and freckles.

“Who are you? What are you talking about?”

“I’m Marty,” the boy grinned. “And I’m your Guardian.”

“My what?”

“A fairy protector,” Marty explained. “Everyone has one. I sensed you needed my help. And here I am. Now, let’s get you to that ball.”

“But, I–” Cyrus wasn’t allowed to finish as Marty snapped his fingers and magic began flying around the kitchen (though somehow no one else seemed to notice).

“Let’s see, we’ll need a projection of you for the dishes, so the others don’t realize you’re gone. You already live at the palace, so no need for a carriage, but you need some better clothes, and magic to disguise your face.”

The next thing Cyrus knew, he was dressed all in silver and blue, from the thin, elegant crown on his head, to the glittery shoes on his feet, and Marty was pushing him towards the doors of the ballroom. He hesitated for a moment before stepping in, and immediately wished he hadn’t. All eyes were on him, including Prince Jonah. The prince immediately crossed the ballroom to stand in front of him, and then fell into a low bow.

“May I have this dance?”

“O-Of course, your highness.” Cyrus stammered, his face flushing. This had to be a dream.

They danced for an hour, before Jonah was pulled away by Princess Andi, and Cyrus decided it was a good time to get some air. Dancing with Jonah was just what he dreamed it would be, and it killed him that the magic would wear off, and the evening would be over at midnight. He frowned as he looked up at the stars. I wish Jonah always saw me like this.

“There you are,” Jonah’s voice came from behind Cyrus. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I needed some air,” Cyrus explained. “I’m sorry, your highness.”

“Cyrus, stop it,” Jonah rolled his eyes. “You know you don’t need to call me that.”

Cyrus froze. “Wh–How? How did you know it was me?”

Jonah laughed. “I know what you look like.”

“There’s supposed to be magic to hide my face,” Cyrus bit his lip.

Jonah softened, then, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Magic like that doesn’t work when someone loves you.”

Cyrus gaped at the prince. “You love me?”

Jonah nodded, and took his hand. “Of course I do. I want…I want to marry you.”

“Jonah, I…We can’t.” Cyrus shook his head and dropped Jonah’s hand.

“Why not?” Jonah pushed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. I know you feel it, too.”

Cyrus blushed a deep crimson. “I’m a servant. You’re a prince.”

“I don’t care!” Jonah insisted. “I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because I look like this,” He gestured to his fine clothes. At that moment, the clock bell began to chime. It was midnight. Cyrus moved to run, but Jonah stepped in front of him.

“That’s not true.”

“Please,” Cyrus begged over the sound of the bells. “Just let me go.”

Jonah didn’t move. “Cyrus…I don’t care that you’re a servant. I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you. You must believe me.”

And then, in a flash of light, Cyrus’s beautiful clothes were gone, replaced with his usual servant’s attire. He sighed. “You can’t possibly mean that. Look at me.”

Jonah took a step forward and placed a hand on Cyrus’s cheek. “I have. You’re beautiful.”

Cyrus swallowed dryly. “But you have to marry another royal. Your advisors will never allow this.”

“I don’t care,” Jonah insisted. “To hell with my advisors.” And then he closed the distance between them.

#jyrus #jyrus fic #Cyrus Goodman #Jonah Beck #Andi Mack #bayleehasquestions #prompts #my fan fiction

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obliviouskind · 5 years ago

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❝ HC MEME ✹ romance ❞

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NAME: Damian Nechayev, previously Cyrus Akagi.

NICKNAME: None.

GENDER: Male.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Straight.

PREFERRED PET NAMES: Should a partner want to refer to him as anything other than his given name, then a neutral term such as ‘dear’ or ‘love’ would be greatly preferred. Depending on the person, he may extend the same gesture back.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.

FAVORITE CANON / FANDOM SHIP: ---

FAVORITE CROSSOVER SHIP: ---

OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: It’s certainly a nice idea. He hold no doubt that people feel this emotion – some stronger than others – but he would admit to never having truly fallen into its arms himself. Though some may have thought him to, wanted him to or attempted to force him to; it’s not something that has ever easily come to him, and he doesn’t think that love would ever be the reason for his choice in a future partner. It is a nice thought. --But not a reality for most.

(He doesn’t feel that love has to be a deciding factor when it comes to partnership, either; his mother’s dismay has shown him that love can come to hurt your more than help you. To instead be joined by an understanding of one another, as well as mutual trust – that, in his eyes, would be much preferred. If ‘love’ is born out of this sort of union, then it should be but a plus – and not the deciding factor.)

OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: It’s certainly… Foolish. Childish, perhaps, too. Adolescents may engage in this play of romance, and he forgives it for their lack of experience and maturity; but should adults behave as though ‘love at first sight’ is in any way plausible or real? Then he would, admittedly, question their intelligence.

HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY?: Cyrus would think himself to be exactly as romantic as he feels he can manage to be, and therefore it’s enough. However, to get into more specifics; he’s a quiet man when it comes to displaying affection, romance and anything else that comes along with relationships. He may not announce you to the world, he may not caress you at every chance that he gets (kissing isn’t something he particularly enjoys), nor speak sweet nothings into your ear; but he may seek to hold your hand within his own. He may cook you a meal, push in your seat. He may allow you into his space of which he otherwise would save for no one but himself.

It is the little things that give away this ‘romantic’ side of him; and if you perhaps blink, then you might miss it. And, sometimes, but one view is all that you get.

IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: There’s little that would put him off someone entirely, as it all depends on the person in question. But in general, he finds women of darker pallets more visually appealing.

(If important, it would be the exact opposite in regards to men.)

IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: Though they say opposites attract, Cyrus finds it rather draining should he have to spend time with someone more ‘upbeat’ than himself. Old-fashioned as it may be, modesty has its appeal; be it in behavior, language or wear – and should intelligence come along with a quiet nature, then it’s simply a plus. --And, though he is a man of religion himself; he doesn’t feel the need to have a partner of similar ideals. As long as they have morals – which most of humanity has, despite their faults – then faith in line with his own does not have to come along with that.

(Though it could, perhaps, increase the appeal by just a bit.)

UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: General untidiness of appearance. He doesn’t think of himself as a snob when it comes to public presentation, though he would find it shameful should company come about and there’s little regard for what one wears. Immodesty comes along with that, and is extended to every person no matter their sex.

UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: To be boisterous, loud and foul in language; it’s a childish way of being, in his eyes, and he would prefer not to linger on the company of people who carry themselves this way. Otherwise, it can all come down to the person in question. He has found people who display these ‘undesirable’ traits bearable in the past (though never in a romantic sense, mind you) and so nothing is fully set in stone.

IDEAL DATE: Dating as seen in movies isn’t a common practice back in Sinnoh, as it may be in regions like Unova; however, quiet activities could be shared between the parties involved. Be it to have a dinner away from home, walk in town to do window shopping and have a sit down at a café, or simply a walk around the neighborhood before playing board games back home; as long as its personal time spent together, it’s an ideal ‘date’ in his mind.

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: If women count as a type, then that would be his answer.

AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: Cyrus isn’t one to ‘hook up’ and so should a relationship be sought; then it would be for the sake of longevity, rather than momentary pleasure. The length of his one relationship, however, was but a little over a year. --It’s not a time he looks back on fondly, however.

PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: To simply be near each other, be it by the gentle touching of hands; having someone within his lap, or to simply sleep in the same bed. To share your space of which you previously only wished to give to yourself. For someone like Cyrus, to allow a person into his world in this manner would be extremely intimate in and of itself.

COMMITMENT LEVEL: Until death do us part.

OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION: He’s reserved with giving public affection, and does not enjoy to be on the receiving end of it either. It’s flustering, and should be kept behind the doors of your home; though small displays wouldn’t be discouraged, nor would he entirely shy from minor displays such as hand, waist or hip holding.

Outright kissing should be saved for private encounters or couplings (though even then he’s apprehensive to touch lips), but knuckles or the crown of the others head may earn themselves a kiss should the setting, or mood, call for it.

PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: He has had but one romantic relationship in his past, at age seventeen to eighteen, with Cynthia Nechayev herself; Sinnoh’s current, beloved, champion – and but one encounter of mindless pleasure seeking (though he wouldn’t ever refer to it as such) by that of his devoted first commander. It’s only one of these of which he doesn’t regret.

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Tagged By: Stolen from the lovely @saffronseer Tagging: @forgxtemall (for whoever you want :v) as well as anyone who sees this. Say I tagged you.

#(ic - muse)#-games-#about #romance #thought this was a neat one #and i have wanted to kinda touch on his??? romantic habits or whatever so yeah #and yeah #romatically???? very very straight #sexually its... different

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The Royal Recap: A Tale of Two Houses, Chapter 2

Welcome back to my TRM recaps! Now we tackle chapter 2. Little bit of housekeeping before we get started. I really wanted a pet wolf, so I changed Viola from House Rosario to House Aster. So from this point on, I have Viola of House Aster and Livia of House Everhart.

I also have male Hunters and Kaydans, so I will refer to them as such, and my Kaydans are Dante. I will offer a ficlet to the first person to guess why I used Livia (the whole reason because it is layered) and Dante 😂.

So the queen is dead and Annalissa is unconscious. The assassin helpfully tells us she will never wake again and that we are going to join her. Which is obviously the right time to start questioning the assassin or yelling at him 😂

Before he can harm us though Vasco rushes in, followed by the guards, one of whom looks like a bald Will Jackson. Apparently working for the Queen is an inherited position, but good hair does not run in the family. The guards chase the assassin and Vasco tends to Annalissa. Though he is more concerned about the future of our House than the fact that Annalissa is in some kind of magic sleep. Basically, he tells MC that she has to take over as head of the house and see through Annalissa’s plan to make their house noble.

As I said in my first recap, I am suspicious of Vasco, but not in a “he hired the assassins” way, but I think he knows exactly who MC is and that he is pulling a lot of strings that we don’t see. He has Raydan (and Bastien’s) face after all and as I noted before, the free outfit has the same color palette as his clothes.

It only takes a moment for the MC to agree to take Annalissa’s place and host the house’s debut and then MC and Vasco move Annalissa back home and Cordonia goes into mourning for the queen (though not that deep since the whole court is going to be at the ball 😂)

The next day keep vigil near Annalissa’s bed and talk to her and then it’s time to get ready for the ball, we can’t go to the ball in our scribe outfit. We can wear the black dress or a fancy house dress that Vasco produces for us (at the low cost of 25 diamonds).

I find the Aster dress prettier, but I have to conserve diamonds on that device so Viola got the plain black dress while Livia got the Everhart dress. After we choose the outfit it is time to greet our guests and meet the major players.

The first person of note introduced is the King Regent: Hunter! If you didn’t dance with Hunter at the ball, this is your chance to name him. We learn his last name, Fierro,. Hunter introduced himself to Livia, telling her it is a pleasure to once again make her acquaintance and she realizes he was the man in the sun mask, while Viola expresses surprise that she danced with the King.

Hunter tells us he is not yet the king, only the king-regent, and will be so until Kendra’s will is read because he is not a prince and has no blood-right to the throne but he was Kendra’s chosen heir. Also that Kendra had no children.

Sure she didn’t. I believe that. Really I do.

Next up, we’ve got Dante or as Viola refers to him “imposing man”. If you didn’t dance with Dante/Kayden, you get to choose his name. Dante and Livia reunite, while Viola denies meeting him, which he corrects and she realizes that he is the man in the moon mask. Livia has a warmer interaction with Dante and Viola with Hunter but both are cordial with the man they did not dance with.

After introductions are done, Hunter informs us that the debut is not enough to make our house noble, instead it is a test. We have to win over the majority of the royal families. There are 4 plus the crown. And this is our only chance, otherwise our house will remain “common” for another generation (oh the horror). I mean, I feel like that isn’t going to happen, even if we screw this up, but I hate failplays and can’t do it 😂, so I will be left curious.

As soon as Hunter and Dante leave us, we are introduced to “stern noble” aka. Damon Fierro, Hunter’s father and chief asshole. He starts by telling us that Annalissa deserved her magical coma for forgetting her place. Yeah, two seconds in and I know I don’t like you, dude.

After he leaves us, we are introduced us to “sassy noble”, otherwise known as Lady Renza Fierro, Hunter’s twin. She points out that they are not identical, which I know is meant for those with female Hunters but is pretty hilarious if you have a male Hunter.

Renza tells us that Hunter told her we’d need a friend at court. this must be after the masquerade, which is interesting if you barely interacted with Hunter, though he is obviously aware of who we are and is more aware of us the attitude at court, so it’s not that out of place. Renza tells us her house is out of the question, but that there are still three other houses for us to impress: Vescovi, Beaumont and Nevrakis.

We are introduced to Lord Percival Beaumont aka. Bearded Maxwell. Renza refers to him as “the local expert on the law and the lance” and adds that he has a stick up his ass but no one can get close enough to confirm (is this PB’s way of warning us he will not be an LI or a challenge? Probably the former).

Next up is Lady Theodosia Nevrakis, wearing bright pink and very concerned about how she is introduced. Renza is dismissive about Theodosia and we get a chance to comment and basically, Theodosia is dismissed as frivolous and self absorbed. Basically she reminds me of a less blood-thirsty Zenobia.

Last up is Cyrus Vescovi and Lord Pomadour. The dog is cute and Cyrus has great hair? That is about as much positive as I can say. Unlike Percival and Zenobia, we don’t hear Renza’s opinion of Cyrus, instead we get a chance to form our own as he immediately seeks us out.

He knows exactly who we are, including that we were once a scribe, so court gossip is going strong in one day. Of course, these nobles are well acquainted with Annalissa and she may have told them about her sister, but the point is everyone knows us and we know no one. Fun. Cyrus makes some gross sexual innuendo towards us and then also towards Renza and gets shot down twice, which doesn’t deter him. From Cyrus we also learn that Renza is the Keeper of the Royal Archives. They don’t go into detail what that means, but it is highlighted, so I think we are supposed to take note and I have lots of thoughts.

After Cyrus leaves, Dante appears and whisks is away for a matter of “private security” and leads us into the lawn where he tells us Damon and Cyrus are conspiring against us, we also learn that Dante is Cyrus’ half-brother, same father but Dante is illegitimate!

Dante tells us he is on our side and we can choose how to react, Viola points out that he hates Cyrus, which he confirms, while Livia teases him about liking her which he does not deny. Oh Dante, you are going to fall so hard for her and I can’t wait.

He leads us into the dance floor and tells us a dull story while instructing the MC to keep her ears open and listen to conversations around her. We can listen in on two noble groups. One is a group of women gossiping about Hunter and the other is nobles worries about the magic attack.

One of those nobles is my man Diavolos! Oh how I have missed him. And I love the facial hair. I also love how this book is incorporating reused asset like making the Nevrakis herald the Nevrakis uncle from TC&TF or Jackson a guard. Instead of just reusing the assets and shoving them in place, in this book it makes sense and it is a nice little nod to the History of the Five Kingdoms/Cordonia. Plus I’ll take any excuse to see Diavolos again. They also use some TRR assets, Maxwell of course, but also Lucretia and it’s a nice touch, seeing these familiar faces.

After dancing away from the nobles, it is time to eavesdrop on Cyrus. He tells the page he will speak against us only if he speaks first because he will not risk going against the other house’s, which is interesting, but it gives us something to work with. We also spot Theodosia staring at Cyrus’s ass, giving us an opening.

So Theodosia is into Cyrus? I mean she can do better. But I also kinda like it because it reminds me of Zenobia’s crush on Tevan. But Cyrus is no Tevan.

Before we talk to Theodosia, we get to see her magic artifact. We saw the Vescovi artefact (a magic comb) while talking to Cyrus and now we see the Nevrakis item, which is a magic cloth (as the mother of 3, I would sell a kidney for that cloth). So far the magic items are fun and practical but seem to have a limited scope. There are two items left.

Back to Theodosia. The best way to deal with her is compliment her. I didn’t want to fail play, but I decided to throw away one vote just to see and if you point out she has a magic hanky, she says this...

Yeah, she definitely reminds me of Zenobia 😂.

After Theodosia wanders off we are back to Hunter and Dante, who are wandering away for a moment’s peace. Of course, this means diamond scene, we have a choice of exploring the study with Dante or the gardens with Hunter. You can do both, but I just did one on each device.

First, Viola explores the garden with Hunter. We learn that she hasn’t lived on the estate since she was a girl. My guess is that is when the parents died and she was sent to the library, because at the time Annalissa was too young to intervene, even if she was the head of the house.

Back to Hunter, who feels guilty about becoming king and is mourning Kendra, who he says was like a mother to him, but he is confident that she would support his plans for Cordonia and talks about how he has spent his whole life training to be King and knows there is so much good to be done, even if his father doesn’t agree. Hunter has no illusions where his father is concerned, but he has s very warm, perhaps naive view of his sister, pointing out that it was his father who chose which of them would be heir but Renza has been nothing but supportive. When you comment on it, he says this:

Yeah, being outwardly angry would be stupid and pointless. I think Renza is far too smart for that. I have posted about it this week, but I think Renza has a lot more to her than “bubbly bff who introduces us to court” and I think it is interesting that if she has a more scheming, power-hungry side, she has managed to hide it from her own twin, but then love blinds us.

There is a moment of talking about the future and then a little hand holding and then Hunter goes inside. For a guy who has a reputation as a lady killer, he is certainly moving slow. Of course, he is king regent now and may have to be a little more cautious, but still.

Meanwhile, Livia is in the study with Dante. I loved this scene because it sets up the reality of the time so well. Dante was born on the fringes of a noble house, he can read and write but does not have the same access to books that even the MC did, in fact I am guessing that there isn’t much that Dante actually owns for himself since he commented he didn’t even have a shelf, despite his now elevated position.

Dante also points out that the MC was lucky to be sent to the library and have all that access to books. I also think that was purposeful, I feel like Zya made the decision to send MC away but someone else (*cough*Vasco*cough*) decided where she would go and it wasn’t coincidence that she ended up in a place where she had access to knowledge.

We also get confirmation that Kendra was descended from Kenna and that Dante knew her well and that he feels guilty for what happens to her and for failing to protect Annalissa. Also a moment about how Cyrus is his only family but there is no family affection there and then there is a chance to hug Dante, which of course Livia does.

Interludes done, it is time to go back to the business of making allies and of course Renza is waiting for us. It is time to charm Percival with our knowledge of Cordonian property law. Thanks Renza. Thankfully, we do have one tidbit to share, thanks to our work at the library and it works like a charm and Percival is won over.

Renza proposes a drink and asks us to choose our favorite. Livia chooses honey mead and Viola red wine. Renza returns after a moment with our drinks and Hunter and Dante and prods Hunter into calling the vote about whether to grant our house noble status.

Viola didn’t impress Theodosia but she didn’t vote against her, she just didn’t vote at all, which is interesting. Both Viola and Livia for Percival and Cyrus’s vote. Either way, Hunter declares it official, Damon tries to object and Renza shuts him down. Whatever her agenda is, it is definitely not the same as her father’s, but then why would it be?

Renza’s agenda aside, tonight it is in our favour and our house is granted noble status with us as the official head. Now it’s time to celebrate and that means diamond scene!

Renza organizes a drinking party with Percival, Cyrus, Theodosia, Hunter, and Dante. Also, this court needs some new blood if they are resorting to inviting Cyrus to their after parties, just saying. Or Percival.

Dante immediately tries to bow and say he is only there to watch, but Hunter is having none of it. Renza decides on the game, Queen’s Cup (I guess they didn’t have I Never in Renaissance Corodnia 😂). People drink, rules are made, Theodosia lets her thirst show, Cyrus has to compliment his dog, and Percival is the least fun a Beaumont has ever been at party.

The MC draws a 7, which means she will be locked in a closet with someone. This is actually based on prior choices (probably who you danced with) as Viola got Hunter and Livia got Dante. However, the dialogue is pretty much exact the same (except referring to Renza as “your sister” to Hunter), so they isn’t much impact but it is nice that the player’s preferences are being noted.

After that, Renza draws the final queen, meaning she has to drink a giant goblet of wine and ending the game. There is this little exchange:

This is interesting, because it hints that Renza is used to setting things up and having them the work out the way she wants and that she is not above pulling strings. Additionally, when you comment on the amount of wine, Percival comments that Renza can handle it, except she can’t and immediately needs to go outside alone with the MC. Perhaps another benefit to her drawing the final card?

Renza opens up to us about her feeling about her her father choosing Hunter, showing a vulnerable side. But she also manages to twice let us know that she drank quite a lot, giving herself a bit of an excuse. On face value, it can be taken as a bonding between the MC and the best friend character, but I don’t think this is a face value kind of book and I think everything with Renza is very carefully plotted, including this scene and her moment of vulnerability.

I am going to add that I think the Hunter and Renza dynamic is probably even more compelling when they are both women because then there is no difference between them. They are twins, both women, and yet only one can rule the house. Only one can be queen. I kinda want to play with a female Hunter just for that.

Renza’s moment of vulnerability is over and we go back inside just as the Beaumont Page announces that Queen Kendra’s will has been found and that no successor has been named and that a new king or queen will be selected from amongst the noble houses and Cyrus nominates his house, which infuriates Damon.

The speed of his decision and the fact that earlier he expressed a desire not to make enemies amongst the other noble houses makes me wonder if he knew this was coming. The other thing to note, is that he volunteered his house, not himself and I feel like that could be significant later on.

Neither Hunter or Damon are thrilled by this announcement, of course, bout it appears Cyrus’s claim is valid and Percival announces that the social season is about to begin and when it is done, they will choose a monarch. I feel like I’ve done this before, but hey at least my MC isn’t in the race this time, right? she can just sit back and relax. Ha ha ha.

And end chapter 2!

Again, I love this book. The first chapter set up the world, this one introduced all the characters and the political intrigue and I am so ready for it. I love the nods to TC&TF and TRR, I love the characters that we have met so far and I actually enjoy the MC’s role in the story and that she is navigating multiple worlds. A commoner, but one raised in privilege even if she wasn’t born to it, and now a noble. I am really curious to see how it all plays out for her.

#playchoices #the royal recap #the royal masquerade #long post

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