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#leafs memes#this one is evergreen#am34#this has been in my drafts since August just waiting for the best time to unleash its power#tonight is the night boy!!! I would like to see it (am34 go crazy stupid)#leafs lb
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It would seem lonely
If you were the only
Star in the night...
You've got to believe it'll be alright in the end
You've got to believe it'll be alright again
- Duran Duran, What Happens Tomorrow (2004)
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making mobile game ads for my webcomic. it's enrichment.
#if it were to be a mobile game it WOULD be episode. okay. it's too perfect...#some friends were talking about this and one was like omg it'd be episode#and I was like yeah one sec.#and pulled these out#and everyone was like WOW how did you do these so fast#like IDK how to tell you. I already had them. I already made these like 2 years ago I'm sorry#there.#when it's good its evergreen and it will come back ok#anyways. so I was thinking about these again and wanted to share them#everyone look#ttawebcomic#time and time again#fake ad#shitpost
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is it just me or do the women who start off as villains lose their lipstick/makeup
#also the way they start off with different eye sizes AND STILL SOMEHOW SHIFT TOWARD THE DEFAULT LARGE EYE#imma need you to put down that pen for a sec mashima#god i love these girls btw#but if this is one of those misogynistic views that makeup makes women look 'shifty' and 'slutty' and are deemed villains until they#become good and suddenly their 'natural beauty' comes out you all will see me on the news#ANYWAY#ft got a problem with introducing interesting and compelling characters and then tossing them aside/forgetting about them#my girls i will save u#how did this turn into a critique#heh.#fairy tail#ft#fairy tail critique#ft critique#fairy tail evergreen#minerva orland#ultear milkovich
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Sand & Ray + Pantone colors Only Friends (2023) dir. Jojo Tichakorn & Ninew Pinya
[in.sp/templ.]
#only friends#only friends the series#onlyfriendsedit#oftsedit#sandray#firstkhao#first kanaphan#khaotung thanawat#only friends sand#only friends ray#raysand#khaofirst#sand x ray#ray x sand#cw partial nudity#asianlgbtqdramas#do y'all see how perfectly evergreen fits on the first gif???? it looks like there's nothing there lol#also I finally tomei vergonha na cara and included alt texts#sorry no other expression in english would fit as nicely as the portuguese one#I'm a bit sleepy so there are probably some mistakes but tbh I don't think I care that much because I'm actually proud of this gifset#gotta thank the blogs who made me wanna do this#userjyu#usernik
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He Couldn’t Vote in the End
Source: Zeref's Awakening PSP Game Booklet [p. 97] Translated Using: DeepL Translator (Disclaimer) FAT48 (Fairy Tail 48) This is part of a series of 4-Panel comics drawn by Kina Kobayashi for a booklet that came with the PSP game, Fairy Tail: Zeref's Awakening. I scanned and translated these panels from my own copy of the booklet. You can find an alternative translation over on thefairystales' tumblr, along with the rest of the FAT48 comics.
#fttranslations#freed justine#bickslow#fairy tail evergreen#laxus dreyar#raijinshuu#it's so cute laxus couldn't pick one over the others!#and look at bickslow's baby wearing a little tie!#gah!! this is adorable#i love it#raijin-tribe
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An addition to the cocktail chapter of the @worldsbeyondpod Unofficial Cookbook:
Honey With A Note Of Song
an absinthe wash (the green fairy, for your roots)
2 oz. rye (your liquor of choice, strong and spicy)
1/4 oz. pine and rosemary honey syrup (you cannot go home again)
1 barspoon of saline solution (for your first divine smite, where you found your breath once more)
1-2 dashes of peychauds bitters (because this is a play on a sazerac)
a grapefruit twist (a touch of the bitterness age has brought you)
serve in a glass reminiscent of a chalice
#worlds beyond number#wbn unofficial cookbook#Eursulon#the wizard the witch and the wild one#for absinthe wash: swirl a small amount of absinthe around the sides of your glass#for honey syrup: 2:1 honey to water ratio#i used pine in the common sense foraging various evergreen needles including pine fir and cedar (and rosemary)#for saline solution: 20g of salt dissolved in 80g of hot water#when foraging for needles make sure u know what ur grabbing and be wary of yew especially#in the words of Alexsis Nicole happy snacking don’t die!!!#cw alcohol#your honey is quiet (non-alc drink with honey syrup) and Ame cocktail coming soon#no idea what to make for a Suvi cocktail i’m so sorry Aabria#Ame cocktail will be slightly impossible to replicate bc it uses local ingredients but that’s the point u will have to brew ur own potion#if u make this ur not legally obligated to tell me about it in the tags or comments but it would make me really happy if u did!!!!!#update after staging the Ame cocktail with a little extra ✨✨ i wish i put more ✨✨ into staging this one as well#put my thing of bark behind it#¯\_(ツ)_/¯ o well
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#sorry no nuance no see results you gotta pick one#i feel like christmas is gonna sweep this but we'll see#it’s really close for me and as much as i love the like the snowy evergreen vibe#there’s just something about the pink + red combo that makes me heart go 💞💞💞💞💞#so my votes for vday#polls#my polls
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A Softer Trigun, Part 7/?
this one makes me giggle a little bit
pt. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23
#a softer trigun#trigun#wolfwood#chapel#nicholas the punisher#chapel the evergreen#Nicholas Wolfwood#Nicholas d. wolfwood#Nicholas d Wolfwood#you know I gotta get all those variations in so my woowoo lovers see this one#(ignore that he died ignore that he died igNORE THAT HE DIED)#El woo woo#this is my special little happy place au where Wolfwood pulls up and rocks chapel's shit and chooses mercy and it DOESN'T get him killed#trigun 1998#1998 trigun#tri 98#trigun 98#98 trigun#observe how many ways I can tag that lmao#trigun doesn't even feel like a real word anyway lmao
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bagworms are a sexually dimorphic species where the males become regular moths and the females cover their bodies in organic materials like leaves and twigs (held together with silk). they spend their entire life as a worm, never taking off the "bag" they live in
leshy is covered in leaves and twigs. leshy is a worm. leshy is transmasc. thank you for coming to my ted talk
#IM RIGHT AND I SHOULD SAY IT OK#LESHY IS AN EVERGREEN BAGWORM. LISTEN. THAT BEAST IS TRANS#i hope im not the last one to point this out HQHSHSHSH#i just love bugs and he is SO BUG#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl leshy#cotl headcanons
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evergreen — part three
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Series Summary: Jake takes you on your first vacation to the cabin the gang stays at every year. When memories of past relationships loom heavy, will this vacation send cracks through the foundation of safety and trust you have in each other?
Chapter Summary: You try to take your friends' advice and talk to Jake, but it doesn't go the way you hope.
Pairings: Jake x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny | Genre: angst, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 2.4k | Warnings: the devil's lettuce, arguing, non-graphic smut (minors begone!), hate sex? sort of?, uncertain feelings around sex, mentions of infidelity
A/N: Yes I posted the last chapter this morning no I am not upset that I have another chapter for you tonight. I hope you like it! There's a lot to unpack in here! ♡
Jake was replacing a string on his acoustic when you went back to the basement, tapping his foot to the beat of the song the guys were working on.
“Hey, Jake?”
He looked up. “Yes, my love.”
You gathered up your courage, remembering what Baby had said. “You want to take a walk? It’s nice out.”
“Sure. Let me finish this real quick.” He restrung the guitar and set it in its stand, happily taking your hand when you offered it. You told the guys you were leaving for a bit and started out on your walk, leaves crunching under your feet and birds flitting to and fro in the branches overhead.
“Where are we going?” he asked, swinging your joined hands between you.
“Nowhere in particular, I guess,” you said. “I just wanted to spend time with you.” And talk about your ex, you thought, but you couldn't say it out loud.
He smiled. “Okay. Suits me. I know somewhere we can go, if you want to do some tree climbing.”
“You know, I think I do,” you said dryly. “It’s always been my dream.”
He laughed. “We don't have to if you don't want to. But let me take you over there, and then we can decide.”
Conversation wandered aimlessly, comfortingly, as you walked together in the chilly woods. Jake spoke animatedly of a new song, thankfully not the love song he’d apparently given up on, and you watched his expression and loved the light of passion you saw in his beloved features.
You came to a group of three trees growing practically on top of each other; nestled in the branches was a platform of old wooden boards like the floor of an unfinished tree house. Nailed into the trunk of the trees was a makeshift ladder, and Jake stopped at the foot of it.
“Oh, Jake, you shouldn't have,” you teased.
He grinned. “I told you I knew a place. Come on.”
He helped you up to the platform, steadying you as you climbed a dozen feet off the ground. You were a little worried about the structural integrity of the platform, but Jake assured you it was sound, and you knew he wouldn't take you somewhere dangerous.
When you were satisfied that Jake has gotten rid of any immediate threat from spiders and other woodland critters, you lay on your backs and looked up at the bare branches overhead, watching the last of the amber leaves hang on valiantly in the breeze.
“Close your eyes for a minute,” he said.
You frowned, and he chuckled as he brushed his fingers over your cheek. “Trust me, sparrow. Close your eyes and listen.”
You did, breathing deeply of the cold, clean air, listening to the chatter of squirrels and birds as they wandered about the woods. A single, musical cricket played a lonesome serenade somewhere below you, chirping and trilling to find a companion.
“It’s music,” Jake said softly. “You hear it?”
A faint smile tipped the corners of your mouth. “I hear it.” You opened your eyes to see him propped up on his arm beside you, watching you with such affection you thought you could get lost in it forever and always be content.
“You like it out here?” he asked.
You nodded. “I love it.” You reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear, letting your touch linger. “Thanks for bringing me.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He turned his head to kiss your wrist. “I found it last year, and I’ve decided it’s a good little love nest.”
You let your hand fall. A sharp, painful something twisted in your chest, and all of a sudden, you didn't care how oblivious he was — that one hurt.
“A love nest?” you said weakly, your voice coming out less sharply than it felt inside.
He smiled, and it made the hurt worse. “Yeah. For you, little sparrow. And I guess I can be a jaybird. Jake-bird. You see the vision.”
You sat up, wishing you could hear the silly jokes you usually loved as something other than inane chatter. He brushed the leaves out of your hair.
“No Jake-bird, then?” he asked.
You curled your hands into tight fists. “I need to talk to you about something.”
He sat up next to you. “Okay,” he said, still lighthearted. “Talk to me. You want to switch rooms again? Do a night in every bedroom?”
“I’m being serious, Jake. And I don’t want to fight,” you added, trying to preempt any argument, feeling like it might already be a losing battle. “I just need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening to you, sparrow.” Though you couldn't see his face, you could picture the mix of confusion and concern in his expression. “When do I not listen to you?”
Part of you knew it was unfair to accuse him of not listening to you on this trip, seeing as you'd never actually said anything about it, but you couldn't get past the desire for him to know without you having to tell him.
He leaned closer. “Sparrow. What could we possibly have to fight about?”
“No, I said I didn't want to fight.”
“Yeah, I know. I don't want to either, so I’m not sure why you’d even bring it up.”
You took a deep breath. “I need to talk to you about Izzy.”
You felt him stiffen beside you. He didn't say anything for a moment, absently picking up a few acorns and tossing them over the edge of the platform.
“What about her?” he finally asked, and his voice was flat.
You looked over at him.
“You brought her the last time you came to the cabin,” you said.
He nodded. “Yeah. Still not sure what there is to say about that, though. She was my girlfriend at the time. I took her on the trip where everybody brings their partners. So what?”
You swallowed. “So, you picked the same room for us that you stayed in with her.”
He frowned, like that hadn’t ever occurred to him. “I guess.” He met your eyes, and the understanding you needed to see there was nowhere to be found. “Is that why you were so all-fired to switch rooms?”
You couldn't believe this wasn't clicking for him. Maybe he was being intentionally dense, and that thought made you mad.
“Yes!” you said fervently. “Jake, are you serious? I don't want to stay in the room you slept in with her.”
His expression was guarded, defensive. “Well, we switched, so I'm not sure what the problem is.”
Before you could say anything else, he started to climb down from the platform, and you had the distinct, infuriating sense of being dismissed. You followed him down and caught up with him, walking with him back to the cabin.
“We stayed in there last night,” you said, unwilling to let him end your conversation when he decided he wanted it to be over. “And then you tried to get in my pants this morning, but you had no clue why I didn't want you to.”
He grimaced. “Don’t say it like that. ‘Get in your pants’. I hate that. Makes me sound like a creep.”
“Fine,” you said waspishly, feeling that this talk that was supposed to be so easy was quickly devolving into what you’d feared it would. “You wanted to make love to me, whatever you want to call it. Doesn't change the fact that it was in the same bed you've done that with someone else.”
“Okay, so, it wasn't the most intelligent move on my part,” he said, the admission made lackluster by his frustrated tone. “But you could have said something if you were uncomfortable. I'm not a mind reader, sparrow.”
That was a salient point, one he’d had to make frequently in your previous arguments, and it chafed you raw now just as much as it had every other time he’d made it. You chose to ignore it in favor of letting your jealousy and anger run wild.
“And then you went on and on about how great she is at things I'm bad at,” you said, “and — ”
“No I didn't,” he protested, angry now. “Don’t make shit up. I said she was good at Pac-Man. If that makes you jealous, that's on you.”
“And then,” you said, pointedly ignoring that too, “you took me to your love nest you found with her. How am I supposed to interpret that one, Jake?”
“I don't know!” He threw his hands up, exasperated. “I’m an idiot. But you're twisting this to make it seem like I’ve been hurting you on purpose, when you know damn well that’s not true.” His gaze was hard and angry when he looked over at you. “You could have said something, but instead, you chose to get more and more upset with me until you started this shit. You always do.”
The truth of it only made you angrier, with yourself for doing it and with him for pointing it out.
“I shouldn't have to say that I don't want to sleep with you in the bed you fucked your ex in,” you said venomously.
His expression changed to one of incredulity and disgust. “What the hell did you say it like that for?” he demanded. You were nearing the cabin, and part of you worried about your friends overhearing, but the stronger part of you just wanted to keep fighting.
“You never talk like that,” he said. “Why are you throwing that in my face and making it sound like — ”
“You did, didn't you?” you spat. Your self control was completely unraveled. “You fucked her in that bed, didn't you?”
“Yes!” he burst out. He stopped on the porch to look your straight in the face. “Yes, okay? I fucked her good and hard in that bed, and I intentionally picked that room so I could make you feel like shit. Is that what you want to hear?”
“If that’s the truth!” you shot back. You felt the sting of angry, hurt tears and hated it.
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said, fed up with you. “I hate talking to you when you're like this, sparrow. You drive me fucking crazy.”
“This is your fault, Jake,” you said. “I can't ever get through to you. Every time I try, you overreact.”
“Me?” he all but yelled. “You’re the one making a big fucking deal out of nothing, just because you can't be honest about how you feel! How is that my fault?”
He went inside before you had a chance to yell anything back at him. You came in right on his heels, so angry with him you could have screamed. Baby and the guys were playing a card game at the table, and their laughter and conversation died a quick death at your entrance.
You knew they must have heard you and Jake fighting on the porch, but you didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you followed Jake down to the your new room. He sat on the edge of the bed, drumming his hands against his knees, obviously agitated. His jaw worked as he looked up at you, and for some utterly incomprehensible reason, you found it maddeningly attractive.
“You sure you want to keep fighting?” he asked, all attitude now. “You know I used to fight with Izzy too. Wouldn’t want us doing anything I’ve already done with her.”
“God, you're so infuriating!” you said. “I just didn't want to get fucked in the same bed as her!”
He stood and closed the distance between you, slamming the door and bracketing you against it.
“What about this bed, huh?” His breath fanned hot over your skin, his eyes blazing. “How about you get fucked in this bed and shut the hell up about all this shit with Izzy? Is that good enough for you?”
Heat raced through you, feeding on your anger and the need for an outlet. It had been a long time since Jake had gotten you this worked up, and you were reminded of something he’d said that weekend at the wedding last winter — I'm the only one who could ever get you riled up like this, and you've always liked it. You hadn't admitted it then, and you damn sure weren't going to admit it now, but that didn't make it any less true.
“Fine.” You kissed him, hard, and he responded to you with furious passion. You lost yourselves in the heat, the want, the hunger — it was sweat and bruises and testing the limits, both of you, angry and rough and needful.
After, when you lay with your hair plastered to your face, trying to catch your breath, Jake opened the window above your bed and lit a joint. He handed it to you after a moment, blowing a thin stream of smoke in the vague direction of the window.
You took a long drag and watched the smoke drift up towards the ceiling. It was raining outside, cold and grey and lonely. When you touched a hand to your cheek, you felt tears.
Jake kissed you and exhaled smoke into your mouth. “Don’t cry, sparrow. Breaks my heart when you cry.”
You sigh was shaky. “Tell me you love me.”
“Sparrow.” He kissed gently all over your face. “I love you, my girl. Tell me you know that.”
You swallowed around the tightness in your throat. “I know.”
You lay in silence until the joint was spent, listening to the rain fall. You remembered something else from the wedding, some realization that you and Jake were so easily careless with each other, the promise you’d made not to treat each other that way any more. You felt dreamy and sad, wondering if you’d broken that promise, tears tracking down your face even after he’d told you not to cry.
“Jake.”
He brushed your hair back from your face. “I’m right here, sparrow.”
You pressed your face to his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. You moved closer until you were all tangled up together, warm and safe and surrounded by each other in every way two people could be.
“I don’t know if I liked that,” you said, very softly.
He sighed. “I don't know if I liked it either. But we don't have to talk about it right now. Try to sleep, sparrow.”
You nodded, your breathing choppy and tired. “Okay, Jake.”
He held you, and in your new bed with the rain drumming gently on the windowsill, you listened to the steady beat of his heart and tried to think of some way to tell him how sorry you were.
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#okayyyy this one's a little different for me but i liked it. would recommend listening to cigarettes after sex to set the vibe :)#jake kiszka angst#jake kiszka fanfiction#greta van fleet fanfiction#gvf fanfiction#cabin fever fics#evergreen fic#maddie writes stuff!
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Thunder legion hcs but some of them get weirdly specific bc i think abt them too much
(Part 1??)
- Originally Bickslow and Freed lived together as roommates, Evergreen lived in fairy hills and Laxus had his own penthouse. When Fairy Tail disbanded they began living together while they were in Blue Pegasus as it was just easier, and they never stopped (im running off the hc that theyre all living together for most of these)
- Freed is the cook of the raijin tribe, they used to have a cooking rotor but it slowly became just Freed cooking every night
- Evergreen CAN cook basic meals but hates doing it so just, wont. Back when there was a schedule she asked Freed to do it instead and he usually agreed because he enjoys cooking
- Bickslow also can cook, but likes to experiment quite heavily and will not be convinced to make a normal meal. Got banned from cooking after he served shrimp pasta with ice cream
- Laxus can cook you a damn good grilled cheese, but thats it. Only cooks when people are feeling like grilled cheese
- Bickslow is a painter, not-quite Reedus level but still good, they like to paint from the imagination more than from reference which ends in very interesting (and only mildly disturbing) pieces
- Evergreen likes to garden, its something she started when she was young because her mother told her fairies like to care for nature. Their apartment is filled with various plants that she keeps and cares for, and while she could use magic to help them grow she prefers doing it by hand
- Freed enjoys playing a lot of musical instruments, hes best at violin and has been playing since quite young along with piano, but can also play gutair and bass as of more recently. Also has a collection of books in the apartment, originally all stored in his room before he ran out of space
- They have a schedule of getting up at about 7am at the latest most days, its not heavily enforced day to day but they stick to it on missions, if not getting up even earlier depending on the job
- Off-mission though? Nobody is actually getting up at 7am. Bickslow doesnt have a set time to wake but tends to actually be an early riser, he enjoys the mornings so he usually gets up a bit before 7, occasionally to do some painting or stretch ect
- Freed wakes up at 6am sharp and gets straight out of bed, no yawning or stretching or anything just stands up and walks away
- he is also the one attempting to enforce the 7am rule (sorry king) but bickslow usually joins in if only to annoy people
- Evergreen prefers to sleep in a bit more where possible, usually till half 8 or 9 if she can get away with it, then spends way to long in the bathroom doing her hair, makeup, and picking an outfit
- Laxus normally gets up at 10 and is impossible to wake before that, youd have to kick him awake and hes still grumpy afterwards
- Freed is French (I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL) and comes from a military background, specifically a noble house that specialised in military trading and training in France (i have an entire backstory mapped out for this freak if anyones interested drop me an ask)
- Bickslow grew up in the circus, hes always been naturally flexible but its where he honed that ability as well as learning some acrobatics, however it burned down when he was a teenager and the puppets (“babies”) he keeps around are the result of friends who died in that fire
- Evergreen is Scottish and grew up mostly raised by a single mother, her father was around for a few years but was generally a horrible man, a drinker and abuser who eventually left her mother alone. She also has a brother a few years younger than her who she helped to raise and is still close to
- Freed is the tactician of the thunder legion, comes along with being a leader but hes usually the one coming up with the plans
- Speaking of, hes someone who prefers to have a plan before a fight where possible, particularly as his magic is one where its difficult to construct quickly, especially if he wants a high powered jutsu shiki. So while he can think quickly on his feet hed rather have a plan mapped out
- Evergreen is the one who’s best at thinking quickly, if they end up in a situation where a snap decision needs to be made shes confident enough to make it and order her teammates around without second guessing herself
- They also all understand the importance of teamwork and its the main reason they’re so effective (as seen in the battle of fairy tail) their close bond allows them to work extremely well together, even if they tend to argue sometimes
- When Bickslow dislikes someone they have a habit of showing it on his face, usually by pulling a disgusted expression
- Ever does this too in a more subtle way, usually exchanging a glance with one of the thunder legion if shes not liking what somebodies saying. She WILL be gossiping about it later
- If Freeds not interested in a conversation he just silently walks away when youre not looking, people have gone 10 minutes before noticing hes left before
- Laxus just leaves mid-sentence though, doesn’t even think about it just walks away
- None of them can drive anywhere for various reasons, Laxus obviously gets extremely motion sick so is out for the count right off the bat
- Bickslow was banned due to being deemed “a danger to himself and others” after he got too many speeding tickets and crashed the car into a postbox
- Evergreen literally applies makeup while driving, shes blasting the radio while doing lipstick without looking at the road and its terrifying
- Freed is who people THINK would be the most responsible driver, and while he’ll get you to your destination safely, he also has a bad habit of ignoring the speed limit and accidentally running red lights. Unlike Bickslow however hes somehow managed to avoid getting any tickets
#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanons#fairy tail freed#freed justine#fairy tail evergreen#evergreen#fairy tail bickslow#bickslow#fairy tail laxus#laxus dreyar#thunder legion#raijinshuu#raijin tribe#thunder legion hcs#long post#why was this so long hello?#thats what she said#i literally have so many more of these boo i feel so cringe#did i proof-read this? no. its 5am and i havent slept just pretend this ones a banger guys
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can you imagine being this insanely cruel when speaking about your lesbian sister who lived a very full if tragic life????
#jaehaerys when i FIND you in hell eternally evergreen statementtt!!!!!!#asoiaf#like ooohhhh now the perfect incest prince thinks her literally compulsory straight incest marriage with her BROTHERR was the peak of her#life?????? KILL YOUR SELF#she had 7 girlfriends and at least one daughter who loved her and every man in her life was violent to her#so now a woman cant be sligjtly unstable and depressed…..
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Okay, so...
My assumption has always been that Simon is just kinda intrinsically Fatherly and that aspect of himself simply persisted in spite of the Crown’s influence
All the way to his Ice King persona and the way he doted on Gunter
But maybe putting on the Ice Crown just kinda…turns you into a Dad??
I mean... not necessarily a GOOD sort of Dad... but definitly some sort of Dad???
#(i guess with the backstory of the Magic Crown there's some logic there#it's trying to make the user into Gunther's view of Evergreen and Gunther saw Evergreen as his father#so it might make sense it gives the wielder a strong parental instinct#it would be interesting if like one of the traits Simon actually likes about himself is actually a result of the Crown in some way#I mean I am not certain about it#I need to think more about this but there might be SOMETHING there)#adventure time#atimers#fionna and cake#at#at spoilers#fac#fac spoilers#f&c#f&c spoilers#adventure time fionna and cake#adventure time spoilers#adventure time simon#fionna and cake spoilers#fionna and cake series#fionna and cake simon#fionna and cake show#simon petrikov#simon adventure time#ice king#the ice king#simon and marcy#gunter#gunther#finn
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