#trolls cordelia

[gummygoatgalaxy]

Viva is strong tho

Viva lifting her younger sibs!!!

Featuring: Viva, Poppy and my ocs Cordelia(yellow), Pippy(pinkish-orange), and Lyreleaf(orange with green)

Bonus:

They weren't exactly stable 🤣

Info: I made a new oc that is the third older sibling, Cordelia!! I really love creating Pippy and Lyreleaf, and i wanted to make another!! Plus i love the idea that both Branch and Poppy are the youngest with 4 older sibs

They all grew up separately: Poppy in Pop Village, Viva in Hole 'n Fun, Lyreleaf in Vibe City, Cordelia in Lonesome Flats, and Pippy nomaded around with a Bounty Hunter

[eruden-writes]

Desperation's Summit - Part 13

widowed troll x human raising triplets enemies-ish to lovers? on-going

Summary:

What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

cw: spousal death backstory

❄ Part 1 ❄ Masterlist ❄ Previous ❄

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When Cordelia awoke the next morning, it was to a pounding head, a lung wracking cough, and a fever. After a loud sniffle, she added 'sticky congestion' to her list of ailments. Trying to ignore the agitation of being ill, she shifted and her eyes slid around the room.

Upon entering Rakash's room last night, she found a rough-hewn desk and chair a top of pelt-like rug and books in an array of amateurish to professional binding. She didn't know if the books belonged to Karina or if they were legitimately bound Trollish texts and her exhaustion had outweighed her curiosity. There had also been a large fireplace, attached to the one in the main cabin room, she thought.

It took her a few minutes to locate the stairs that led to the mezzanine-like partial floor above, where his more bed and dressing area resided.

On the left side of the bed, morning light squeezed between panels of a curtained window. A large, foldable privacy screen sectioned off a small area of the room, flanked by a heavy, crudely made armoire. Her eye caught on the occasional tunic or discarded sock, reminding her she was in Rakash's domain. As if the scent lingering in his blankets wasn't reminder enough.

Vague snatches of last night danced through her mind. Her run-in with the thrall, the magic that had sizzled from her fingers, Rakash's confessional backstory.

Cordelia rubbed her fingers against the blankets swaddling her, as if she could erase the phantom sensations still burning there. While getting the medicine for Ebra, she had quietly sworn to not indulge Rakash, flirtatiously or carnally. He had disappointed her. She didn't bed people who disappointed her. Or that's what she told herself.

Avoiding the thoughts lurking at the edges of her thoughts, she considered whether she should attempt to venture down the stairs, despite her body's preemptive twinges, and to the kitchen for food.

"How're you feeling?" As if summoned by her consciousness and appetite, Rakash appeared from the stairway with a tray gripped in his hands. The shadows under his eyes had returned, making his features as grim-faced as the first time they met.

Strangely, something felt something was softer about him. Though that might just be thanks to her illness.

"Peachy," Cordelia croaked, her throat aching. Uncomfortable heat, unconnected to her illness, crept into her cheeks as she remembered her impromptu bath last night.

Rakash brought the tray closer, setting it on the bedside table with a soft clack. Without warning, he pressed his palm to her forehead. It took Cordelia a breathless beat to understand what he was doing just before he hummed in consternation, "I was worried this would happen."

"What?" As he stepped back, relieving her of his cooler palm, Cordelia eyed the offerings on the tray. Thick greyish glop steamed in the bowl. She presumed it was oatmeal or gruel. A mug with a greenish yellow hue that was hopefully tea. A piece of toasted bread and - amusingly - a small bowl of fruit sauce.

Faintly, she wondered if a trolling or three had assisted on this breakfast. If so, then they were all feeling well. That eased an unexpected knot in her chest.

Also among the food was her bound journal. An odd offering, she thought, before she remembered. It was the journal with the proportions for the medication scrawled in it. Rakash picked it up, waggling it in the air gently. "Tell me the measurements."

She blinked up at him, not quite understanding before realization hit her. Ah... it waswritten in Common, wasn't it?

That didn't explain why he wanted to know about the medicine now. Her eyebrows furrowed further, a slow mounting dread sinking into her chest. "Why? Your kids are fine, aren't they?"

"For you." Rakash tipped the journal closer to her head but stopped shy of lightly bopping her on the forehead.

Oh, that was why? Cordelia swallowed down a sigh of relief, that cold dread dissipating. Not even looking at Rakash, she dismissively waved her hand. "I'll be fine. It's just a cold."

Rakash narrowed his eyes, his features darkening for a second. He supposed he should be relieved she was back to being obstinate, but her tone rubbed him the wrong way. Something lurked between the words. It reminded him of her words the other night, when she asked if she looked like a "creepy, death-dealing mage."

He realized it hadn't been disgust that colored her tone then. It was disbelief. How could she be a mage? It seemed strange that Cordelia couldn't imagine herself being something.

Quietly, he watched her daintily spoon some of the fruit sauce – a concoction the kids swore she'd enjoy – into her mouth. She swallowed slowly, face pinching with a subdued flinch indicating her throat was raw. At least she went for another bite, which would hopefully fuel the fight inside her.

As he watched her eat, he considered how to convince her to allow him to help her. Maybe she didn't want to rely on him. Or maybe she just liked lording her abilities and capabilities over him. Though, that didn't seem the case, given the last twenty-four hours they'd endured. So why would she fight his assistance?

He supposed it didn't really matter. Cordelia was an adult and could do what she wanted, even if it caused detriment to herself. But something about how she spoke of herself nagged at his thoughts. Further, if she did get worse, would she be able to tell him the correct instructions for the medicine? His lips thinned at that thought. He really didn't want to lose her thanks to her own stubbornness, let alone to an illness he had medicines to combat.

Medicines he possessed specifically because of her.

An idea sparked through his head, forceful and warm. Before he thought too long in it, Rakash stepped forward, grabbed Cordelia by her chin, and stooped over her.

Her body went rigid at his touch. Heat bit at her cheeks and she wildly wondered if this was a fever or blush. Either way, a surprised squeak left her as he forced her gaze up. "What are you doi—!?"

Cordelia's body froze as Rakash swept down and caught her lips. She became very aware of the weight of the tray on her lap, torn between tossing it at the troll and holding it tight to ground herself. She also became agonizingly aware of the chill on one shoulder, where her nightgown had slipped low.

His heat eased the stiff ache in her muscles, the cold from her bones. Tired and weak, Cordelia let her eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss, and tilting her head a little. Her cheek brushed against one of his tusks as his tongue breached across her lips.

Despite the suddenness, the kiss was achingly tender. The affection made Cordelia twinge with need on a level entirely different than carnal. Something that battled against the pangs of illness, craving more simple touches versus salacious need.

When Rakash pulled away, Cordelia's eyes dazedly blinked open. She was greeted with his grin spread beneath his tusks.

"Oh no, I've been exposed to this highly contagious sickness." His deadpan words couldn't hide the smug glint in his eye as he leaned back. Once more he held up the journal and waved it in Cordelia's line of sight. "And if I get ill while my children's nanny is sick, there will be no one to care for the triplets."

She blinked up at him, eyes round and cheeks aching where his stubble razed her softer skin. Trying to ignore the embarrassment rising in her, her eyes narrowed. "Oh, you are absolutely wretched."

"As you've said before," Rakash sighed, though the slight curve of his lips betrayed his self-congratulations. Again, he waggled the journal in front of her. "The measurements?"

Cordelia had half a mind to ignore him. Stubbornness and spite didn't want to give into him, especially after he'd kissed her without consent! A small part of her knew she didn't actually mind, since it was Rakash. She shoved that small part to the deeper recesses of her brain, hoping it would never be seen again. He was just looking out for her stubborn self, since without her he'd be alone to care for his kids.

With that thought in mind, Cordelia sighed and relented.

"Zalmir and Kazri got quarter doses as precaution, while Ebra got a half dose for symptoms. Adult humans get full doses. I'm not sure about adult trolls, but I bought enough for ten human adults, just in case." Taking the journal, she flipped to the pages with the doctor's directions. After she indicated the measurements, describing how to differentiate between the ingredients through description or labeling, she shot him a withering look. "Happy now?"

Rakash took a moment to consider her instructions as he rubbed his chin. Once he relieved her of the journal, she pressed back against the pillows, glaring down into the bowl of oatmeal. She fought to convince herself that the way he mumbled the instructions back to himself, personalized for his own understanding, was not making her heart flutter.

When Rakash was certain he had a strong understanding, he flipped the journal shut – keeping a finger on the page to keep his spot – and glanced down at Cordelia. She refused to look at him. Her cheeks were a deeper shade of pink than a fever warranted and small bead of guilt pulsed through him.

It wasn't enough guilt to regret forcing her hand. Still, his voice was soft and gentle as he said, "I think I have it. Thank you."

Only when Rakash turned to leave did Cordelia bring her eyes up, glowering after him. As he descended down the stairs, and out of her sight, she remembered her food. Forcing her attention to the tray, she forced herself to eat while fending off nausea and suffering her sore throat. Another uncomfortable sensation had taken root alongside the queasiness. Something that she, yet again, didn't want to look too closely at.

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Days passed and Cordelia's health slowly climbed closer to what one could call healthy. It was aggravatingly slow compared to Ebra's exuberant return to boisterous health. When she accused Rakash of getting the medicine measurements wrong for her, he calmly reminded her she also had a run-in with a thrall, which may have slowed her healing process. Even more infuriating was the fact she couldn't argue against that.

Even with her sniping, Rakash continued to bring her food, a change of clothes, and an allotment of medicine every day. His attentive behavior made the feelings in her chest tangle even tighter.

Worse, he always settled on the edge of the bed, side to side with her, watching closely as she drank the tonic. It was like he didn't trust her to take her medicine and on a few occasions she had half a mind to spit it at him. She never did, of course. It would have been a waste of medicine, but the temptation was there.

These were Cordelia's musings as she accepted the tonic from Rakash and as he settled beside her on the bed.

Imagining the shock that would paint his face made Cordelia vaguely smile. Of course, then his shock would give way to anger. Maybe even a scowl or a baring of teeth with a curled lip.

Cordelia had fallen silent, as she was wont to do during their newfound morning routine. Rakash chalked it up to her not being fully awake just yet. However, a few days had passed and she'd gotten better over that time, making him want to gauge her health.

He settled on the edge of the bed, leaning back against the headboard but not looking straight at the human woman. "How are you feeling today, Delwi?"

Thankfully, Cordelia had already gulped down the remedy, or else she may have choked. Heat sparked up her, hearing him call her the nickname she grudgingly allowed the trollings to use. The rush of blood to her cheeks made her skin burn as she shot a glare up at Rakash. "You do not call me that!"

"Why not? My kids do." He bit down a grin, watching from the corner of his gaze as the woman visibly bristled. A few days ago, she wouldn't have taken the bait. Opting instead to burrow further into the blankets, while half-heartedly complaining about his stench on them.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but theyare toddlers whereas you are not." Cordelia sniffed disapprovingly at him, settling the cup to the side as she dragged her spoon through the broth he had brought for the midday meal.

"So you noticed," he returned, the ghost of a smile dancing at his lips as his eyes hooded suggestively.

If this was how he interacted with his late wife, Cordelia could almost see his appeal. The irate edge of his voice had softened over the last few days, sounding far smoother than it had since she arrived. Rolling her eyes, she ignored the observation and clung to agitation. "I've barely noticed the difference."

To that, Rakash snorted.

"What?" Cordelia shot back at him.

"You either haven't met many children or know some awfully large ones if you could mistake me for a toddler." He leaned toward her, raising his eyebrows. At some point in their conversation, he had extended an arm behind her shoulders, along the top of the headboard. With her hair plaited and pulled over her shoulder, a vague thought realized he could coast his fingertips along the nape of her neck.

If he wanted to, of course.

"This may be hard for you to understand but I was speaking figuratively, not literally. You do understand the difference, don't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, funneling haughtiness into her tone. Part of her didn't think he was listening. His gaze seemed angled behind her and Cordelia suddenly felt the open air on her bared skin there. The ambient heat of his arm taunted her.

"Barely." Rakash leaned closer toward her, arm sliding further along the headboard in an attempt to ease the itch in his fingers. Her body language tensed, the faint pink on her cheeks darkening as she turned away from him with a huff and returned to her soup. Like how his body heat teased Cordelia, hers tempted him. The last few days of taking care of her, coupled with his gratitude for her interference, had further softened him to this arrogant woman. It didn't help that his 'stench' and her scent were intertwined in his bed now.

He found his eyes drawn to her lips more often, especially as she ate, recalling the smallest of sounds she had made during their sudden kiss. His fingers curled, knowing how soft she was from that very first night. When he had accidentally stolen her away. Sitting with her under his arm, Rakash knew he would have willingly made the same mistake again.

The thought struck him like a club over the head and he sat straight, averting his gaze with his arm falling off the headboard and to his own side. Rakash had to remind himself Cordelia was not happy with the circumstances. Even if he wouldn't change his actions, she'd surely wish otherwise. That notion spun around his head, even when she shot him a curious look as he retreated.

If he was a lesser man, he could have convinced himself she was disappointed at him moving away.

They sat in silence for a few moments, Cordelia quietly eating and wondering why he'd suddenly pulled away. Rakash continued to sit on the edge of the bed, leaned back against the headboard. A safe buffer of space had squeezed between them.

It was Rakash who broke the amicable silence as he turned toward Cordelia. "Do you feel well enough to get out of bed today?"

She paused, shooting him a suspicious look with her spoon clamped in her mouth. The momentary relief of his eyes being turned away from her as she ate fled as a breathless sort of apprehension crawled back into her chest. Why she suddenly felt fidgety under Rakash's gaze, Cordelia didn't understand.

With that though securely in place, her eyebrow raised cynically as she eased the spoon from her lips. "So eager to put me back to work?"

Only with willful determination did Rakash not let his eyes drop to Cordelia's lips and watch the utensil slip from between her lips. Well, determination and curiosity to see her reaction to what he had planned. "No, I have something to show you."

Cordelia's nose wrinkled with preemptive disapproval, her thoughts swinging back to their previous discussion. She ignored the bite of heat on her cheeks as she said, "This doesn't have anything to do with you proving you're bigger than a toddler, does it?"

"No," he snorted and shook his head, unable to keep his lips from twitching into a grin. "Though, if you ask nicely, I might be inclined t—"

His teasing words were cut off as a flustered Cordelia flung a pillow into his face. As he chuckled into the cushion, she faintly realized that weeks ago she'd been perversely curious how Rakash looked when he smiled, when he laughed. Now, she was woefully unprepared for that expression on his lips, so close to her own face.

She could have leaned over, closed that distance, and—

Before Rakash fully lowered the pillow, a mass of blankets rained down on him. Cordelia scrambled from the bed, moving her bowl of soup to the bedside table with her mug of tea.

"A momentary change of scenery should be fine," she primly trilled as she staggered on semi-wobbly legs to the little heap of her clothes that sat on a small chest by the privacy screen. In her effort to gain distance from Rakash, Cordelia didn't notice when he pushed the blankets off. Nor did she notice how his eyes followed her.

With the light from the window through the thin material of her chemise, memories of her nude form kneeling beside him washed over Rakash's thoughts. A lump formed in his throat as heat raged in his center. When did it become so warm in the room? Taking a deep breath through his nose, he averted his gaze and stood.

"I'll wait for you below as you get ready," he said and headed for the stairs. She didn't seem to care or notice, he thought, as he descended to the safety below.

Sorting carelessly through her clothes, not really seeing what she was picking up, Cordelia listened to Rakash leave. Try as she might, she couldn't ignore heart thrumming noisomely in her chest.

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[the-full-shakespearience]

King Lear characters as dril tweets

I saw @susanstohelits make a version of this and I have to exorcise a thought demon by making my own

Lear: me and a bunch of stupid assholes are going to start a community in the middle of the desert to either die or prove a very important point

Goneril: as far as im concerned the best revenge is ordering wolf piss online & pouring it into soneones car. “living well” is too hard

Regan: thinking of wrapping my entire body in barbed wire and becoming Sovereign

Cordelia: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset. ME: I agree

Gloucester: yo hollywood! check THIS out! *flops over face forward, lies still, becomes dust over the course of 100 years and is separated by the wind*

Edgar: due to budget constraints the ground hog this year has been replaced by a caged man in a loincloth who also fears shadows

Edmund: today’s the day that i put on my high heel cowboy boots & stomp the shit out of the fake plastic son that my father raised before I was born

Fool: fuck “jokes”. everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

Kent: awfully bold of you to fly the Good Year blimp on a year that has been extremely bad thus far

Albany: got all these tabs open like “Girl poison husband rate” and “Poisoned husband body count” researching if i should want to have a wife or not

Cornwall: grandmom kicked me out of the house because she caught me waterboarding an extremely small man

King of France: every woman ivr ever spoken to would describe our correspondence as “Graceful”

Burgundy: I shoudl not be expected to put my knee on the ground to propose to a woman, the same ground where the animals shit.

Bonus

Lear, again: as this website’s foremost broken human being, id like to announce that oysters make me mad now, for some reason

[disneyanddisneyships]

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

All of ur ocs

Oh god... this is gonna take a while.

Furcalor: the reason she hates men is because of how she's seen women be treated throughout the centuries, and how before she knew she only liked girls, she made the mistake of dating a guy

Roxxie: she's a kind heart. Always has been. But when she was a kid her mother berated her for it. She was yelled at for being kind to a stray hellhound (maybe a new oc of mine) her mother yelled at her because this is hell and no one should help anyone.

Cordelia: if her parents were to ever meet Chaz, they would probably hate him so much ththey'either order Cordelia not to be with him,, or they'd cut all ties with Cordelia because of him and then make it seem like her fault.

Aella: her divorce was rough as shit. Her husband was a manipulative asshole, and the worst part is that her kid still has to see him on weekends. She cries on those days.

Aponi: the first time she slept with alastor because he was in heat, she thought he loved her because of the things he said to her while they were... ya know.... but later when she saw how he acted around other demons in the colony she overthunk everything so much that she didn't eat for two weeks.

Ella: ella has panic attacks about the war. She will have bad flashbacks of Alistar dying at the same time asEli. Sometimes the nightmares take it a step further when she turns around and sees that everyone has died. She wakes up (or comes back to reality) almost inconsolable most of the time.

Mia: the first time she and loreley got into a fight, she cried so hard because she thought loreley was going to leave her. (Bb girl has abandonment issues)

Alistar: he wanted to bad to contact ella when his father was abusing him because he wanted his best friend back. But the first few times he tried, ella made no effort in return, and he sunk further into madness.

Eli: Eli is very scared that ella will leave him. Every time they get into a small fight he starts crying and apologizes because he doesn't want her to dissapear.

Loreley: she's so so so scared of Mia getting hurt..... it took everything in her in the sequel to even let Mia go on the adventure. Loreley is the daughter of hades, theres people after her. She gets scared that they'd find her one day and use Mia against her.

Deena: Deena's tail used to be a bright blue, and her skin used to be a normal shade. but when she watched her sister die, everything changed. (Think of that one scene in the movie "trolls" where branch just.... gets darker)

Alruna: she almost lost her father in the war. Now she has constant nightmares about it.

Eve: eve carries the burdens of all of her friends. She never accepts help for herself. One day she has a sensory overload breakdown in her shop. Alone.

Clare: even though they bicker and fight, she still loves her brother.... so when he banished her off of his ship it hurt like a bitch. and that's why she stole it from him..... she lives with the thought that he hated her and would never forgive her.

Jacob: while Jacob does like the read, sometimes he just... wants to go be a normal person, pet a dog, hang out with his friends....

Carol: after she got married, she rarely saw her father. One day her father came to visit and he spotted the bruises on her arms and face.... he didn't do anything

Eathan: the day he and Carolyn broke up when they were young was the worst day of his life. He was so in love with her, and she ended it as if it meant nothing. He promised himself he'd wait for her.

Rosalyn: thus bb has abandonment issues. So sometimes when she wakes up alone in the bed and alistar isn't there she'll start to cry because she thought he finally left her. Onky for him to walk in with breakfast in bed for her.

Hope: has anxiety passed down from her parents. (The genetic kind. Wooooo) and she was alone when she had her first anxiety attack.

Caspian: when he found out Clare stole his ship he was livid, but when he found out she didn't come back WITH it? He spent weeks searching for his sister on any island he could find. He never found her.

[obigem]

"I see. So that's what you meant by it not going so great." Jai noticed a change in Cordie's expression as she got through the part about her grandfather's living arrangements.

"That part wasn't very pleasant to discuss, but unfortunately there's more."

"More?"

While Cameron and Andrea got in the mood for extracurricular activities, Cordelia and Camille were in the throws of a very challenging discussion.

"What do you mean Grampy is going to be moving into my room?!" Millie yelled.

"That's what Mama and Daddy said is the plan."

"Well, then where am I supposed to go?"

"Well, they might've said something about you and me sharing a room."

"SHARING! No way! You need to fix this, Cordelia!"

"How?!"

"If Aiden moves out of the basement, Grampy can live there. So you need to convince him to kick rocks!"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Just go down there and bat your eyelashes at him or something. Aren't you like in love with him? It should be easy for you."

"In love with him!" Cordie scoffed. "I am not—I have a boyfriend!"

"Don't act all pure now. I've read the things you think about him. It's gross."

"Camille! How do you keep finding my diary?"

"Please, it's not my fault you're terrible at hiding it."

"Whatever! Stay out of my diary, and I can't convince Aiden to leave."

"If Grampy decides to move in with us, we'll just have to deal. It will suck—majorly—but Mama and Daddy both feel like it's best for him, so we both have to be mature and supportive."

"Ugh. No fair! What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"That's my line you troll!"

[wasted-women]

ROUND 1 BRACKET LISTINGS

Welcome to Round 1 of the Wasted Woman Poll, the tournament to see which fridged woman deserved better!

Thank you everyone for your patience for Round 1 to begin. Now that the semester is over, I finished the list of match-ups for the Round 1 bracket.

There were 89 contestants for this tournament. Anyone familiar with tournaments knows that it doing a 89-contestant, single-elimination tournament would be annoying. Rather than cutting out 25 contestants to make it a 64-contestant tournament, I opted to use the format of a 64-contestant tournament, just with some of the poll in Round 1 (a majority of them, actually) being three-way polls with a single winner rather than solely two-way polls. So out of the 89 contestants going into Round 1, only 32 will go on to Round 2. Many of the listings in Round 1 will be characters from the same series going against each other, so that the future rounds will be more varied.

The tournament will be split into 4 sets of 8 polls each, with every poll running for a whole link. Below the cut will be the list of match-ups for each set and when the polls will premiere.

If there are any mistakes at all (spelling, if a character appears twice, if the media someone is listed under is incorrect, etc.) please let me know! I did double-check it, but I'm only human so errors do happen.

ROUND 1A (Will be queued to be posted on Tuesday, December 26th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Wen Qing (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling) vs. Qin Su (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Trisha Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies) vs. Madam Lan (Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling)

Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa v3) vs. Kuina Shimotsuki (One Piece) vs. Akane Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph)

Maiya Hisau (Fate/Zero) vs. Four Masamune (Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam) vs. Safu (No. 6)

Sherry Polnareff (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) vs. Nobara Kugisaki (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Maria Robotnik (Sonic) vs. Captain Molly (Sonic X)

Serena, Rin, and Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh!! Arc V) vs. Cyndia Crawford (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) vs. Amber (Pokemon)

Rachel Bronev (Professor Layton) vs. Anna Irving (Tales of Symphonia) vs. Grandma Rosiepuff (Trolls)

ROUND 1B (Will be queued to be posted on Thursday, December 28th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Storm (Warriors: Dawn of the Clans) vs. Bumble (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats) vs. Bright Stream (Warriors: Dawn of the Cats)

Spottedleaf (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins) vs. Brindleface (Warriors: The Prophecies Begins)

Sky Young (Arcane: League of Legends) vs. Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs. Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Lisa Tepes (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Sara Trantoul (Castlevania: Lament of Innocence) vs. Julia Belmont (Castlevania: Nocturne)

Beru Lars (Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope) vs. Padme Amidala (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith) vs. Satine Kryze (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) vs. Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bill Potts (Doctor Who) vs. Freya (BBC Merlin) vs. Mary Watson (BBC Sherlock)

Jessica Moore (Supernatural) vs. Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

ROUND 1C (Will be queued to be posted on Saturday, December 30th between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Allison Argent (Teen Wolf) vs. Jenny Calendar (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Amber Volakis (House M.D.)

Lady Marian (Robin Hood 2006) vs. Irene Adler (Sherlock Homes: A Game of Shadows) vs. Belle Gold (Once Upon a Time)

Tara Maclay (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Mako Mori (Pacific Rim) vs. Daenerys Targareon (Game of Thrones)

Cordelia Chase (Angel) vs. Darla (Angel) vs. Winifried "Fred" Burkle (Angel)

Julia Johnson (Walker) vs. Andrea Cantillo (Breaking Bad) vs. Lyanna Stark (Game of Thrones)

Kathy Stabler (Law and Order) vs. Joss Carter (Person of Interest) vs. Shannon Diaz (9-1-1)

Eo (Red Rising) vs. Evi Kholin (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Teresa Moreno (Sharpe)

Julia McCullough & Sarah Borden (The Prestige) vs. Rachel Dawes (The Dark Knight)

ROUND 1D (Will be queued to be posted on Monday, January 1st between 12 PM and 1 PM)

Laurel Lance (Arrow) vs. Vanessa Carlysle (Deadpool 2) vs. Eudora Patch (The Umbrella Academy)

Gamora (Avengers: Infinity War) vs. Natalia Romanoff / Black Widow (Avengers: Endgame) vs. Jane Foster (Thor: Love and Thunder)

Magda (X-Men: Apocalypse) vs. Frigga (Thor) vs. May Parker (Spider-Man: No Way Home)

Jean Grey (X-Men comics) vs. Jean Grey (X-Men: The Last Stand)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man comics) vs. Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man 2)

Karen Page (Daredevil comics) vs. Holly Granger / Hawk (Teen Titans comics) vs. Mary-Jo Altman (Young Avengers comics)

Martha Wayne (Batman comics) vs. Sarah Essen Gordon (Batman comics) vs. Stephanie Brown (Batman comics)

Alexandra DeWitt (Green Lantern comics) vs. Sue Dibny (Justice League: Identity Crisis) vs. Lois Lane (Injustice: Gods Among Us)

[grcdge]

✧   just  announced,  CORDELIA  DENIRAN  has  been  cast  as  LORELAI  GILMORE  in  the  upcoming  GILMORE  GIRLS  reboot.  the  thirty  five  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  half  up  half  down  dark  hair  pinned  with  a  small  bow,  the  lingering  scent  of  expensive  perfumes  mixed  in  with freshly  brewed  coffee,  stealing  hearts  in  the  back  of  the  yacht  party  &  high  heels  paired  with  corset  tops  that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  flirtatious,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  overconfident.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  the  time  beyonce  wished  cordelia  happy  birthday  on  her  website  will  let  people  to  know  them  better.

DETAILED BIOGRAPHY.  ✧  WANTED  CONNECTIONS.  ✧  PINTEREST.

[gloomycherub-mysterious]

(Part 2 of Saving Cordelia)

Luka: Diego! Charlie is dead!! He was killed by Techno Wolf Trolls!!!

Diego: Wait….What?! Charlie killed by what?!

[eruden-writes]

Desperation's Summit - Part 13 PREVIEW

widowed troll x human raising triplets enemies-ish to lovers? on-going chapters: 12 of ??

Summary:

What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

cw: spousal death backstory

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“I’ll take the cot tonight and keep an eye on my kids. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, so a bed would be wasted on me,” he replied, soft and level. His tone scraped over Cordelia, making her feel foolish and worsening her blush. Before she could reply, he started about the room, gathering items and heading to his home proper. Behind him, he left Cordelia with her change of clothes. 

She glared after Rakash, conflicting feelings warring inside her. Gracious for the bed, but not for the way the option was foisted on her, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “If I had my own room, I wouldn’t need your bed.”

Knowing she didn't have the energy to argue, Cordelia sighed and got dressed. Rakash could win this one, her tired bones decided as she shuffled to his room.

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When Cordelia awoke the next morning, it was to a pounding head, a lung wracking cough, and a fever. After a loud sniffle, she added ‘sticky congestion’ to her list of ailments. Trying to ignore the agitation of being ill, she shifted and her eyes slid around the room.

Upon entering Rakash’s room last night, she found a rough-hewn desk and chair a top of pelt-like rug and books in an array of amateurish to professional binding. She didn't know if the books belonged to Karina or if they were legitimately bound Trollish texts and her exhaustion had outweighed her curiosity. There had also been a large fireplace, attached to the one in the main cabin room, she thought.

It took her a few minutes to locate the stairs that led to the mezzanine-like partial floor above, where his more bed and dressing area resided.

On the left side of the bed, morning light squeezed between panels of a curtained window. A large, foldable privacy screen sectioned off a small area of the room, flanked by a heavy, crudely made armoire. Her eye caught on the occasional tunic or discarded sock, reminding her she was in Rakash’s domain. As if the scent lingering in his blankets wasn’t reminder enough.

Vague snatches of last night danced through her mind. Her run-in with the thrall, the magic that had sizzled from her fingers, Rakash’s confessional backstory.

Cordelia rubbed her fingers against the blankets swaddling her, as if she could erase the phantom sensations still burning there. While getting the medicine for Ebra, she had quietly sworn to not indulge Rakash, flirtatiously or carnally. He had disappointed her. She didn’t bed people who disappointed her. Or that’s what she told herself.

Avoiding the thoughts lurking at the edges of her thoughts, she considered whether she should attempt to venture down the stairs, despite her body’s preemptive twinges, and to the kitchen for food.

“How’re you feeling?” As if summoned by her consciousness and appetite, Rakash appeared from the stairway with a tray gripped in his hands. The shadows under his eyes had returned, making his features as grim-faced as the first time they met.

Strangely, something felt something was softer about him. Though that might just be thanks to her illness.

“Peachy,” Cordelia croaked, her throat aching. Uncomfortable heat, unconnected to her illness, crept into her cheeks as she remembered her impromptu bath last night.

Rakash brought the tray closer, setting it on the bedside table with a soft clack. Without warning, he pressed his palm to her forehead. It took Cordelia a breathless beat to understand what he was doing just before he hummed in consternation, “I was worried this would happen.”

“What?” As he stepped back, relieving her of his cooler palm, Cordelia eyed the offerings on the tray. Thick greyish glop steamed in the bowl. She presumed it was oatmeal or gruel. A mug with a greenish yellow hue that was hopefully tea. A piece of toasted bread and - amusingly - a small bowl of fruit sauce.

Faintly, she wondered if a trolling or three had assisted on this breakfast. If so, then they were all feeling well. That eased an unexpected knot in her chest.

Also among the food was her bound journal. An odd offering, she thought, before she remembered. It was the journal with the proportions for the medication scrawled in it. Rakash picked it up, waggling it in the air gently. “Tell me the measurements.”

She blinked up at him, not quite understanding before realization hit her. Ah… it waswritten in Common, wasn’t it?

That didn't explain why he wanted to know about the medicine now. Her eyebrows furrowed further, a slow mounting dread sinking into her chest. “Why? Your kids are fine, aren’t they?”

“For you.” Rakash tipped the journal closer to her head but stopped shy of lightly bopping her on the forehead.

Oh, that was why? Cordelia swallowed down a sigh of relief, that cold dread dissipating. Not even looking at Rakash, she dismissively waved her hand. “I’ll be fine. It's just a cold.”

Rakash narrowed his eyes, his features darkening for a second. He supposed he should be relieved she was back to being obstinate, but her tone rubbed him the wrong way.

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[reminiscentreader]

I Bet You Think About Me

Chapter 3  

“So dignified in your well-pressed suit, so strategised all the eyes on you 

Mr perfectly fine, Taylor Swift

“AMBROSES” Nash suddenly boomed before They had even reached the seats on the other side of the table, and within the blink of an eye Cordelia was getting crushed in what she like to call the cowboy hug. “Nash” she breathed out, because her breath had been taken away, because she could literally barely breathe, “I’ve missed you,”

“Ahh I’ve missed ya too kid

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When Nash finally let her go she moved to greet Jameson, she extended her arm expecting a handshake, but Jameson pulled her arm and squeezed her just as hard as Nash did, no doubt taking the mick out of his spine-snapping hugs, “Jamie, I’ve heard you managed to get a girlfriend”

Jameson snorted “ ha, yeah I did, a very good one at that,” he held her at arms length “you said not even troll would like me, but alas I have managed to make a girl fall in love with me”

“I feel bad for her,”

Jameson made a over-exaggerated shocked face before Cordelia flipped her hair - making sure it hit his face - and walking off to find Xander.

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“Della, Della, Della,”

“Xan!” Cordelia spins round to face him, “where’s your eyebrow?” 

“That’s is a matter for another conversation,what matters now is that you’re here!” Cordelia giggles “ how are your inventions going xander?” He nervously laughs and runs his hand through his dark curls “lets just say they sometimes decide to commit suicide” 

“How unfortunate, I will be sure to mourn” they both burst out laughing and give eachother a quick squeeze before xander goes to find Dorian.

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Cordelia is still smiling after her him as Grayson stares at the back her head, desperately trying to find courage to walk up to her, to say something, how would she react? If he did go to greet her would she slap him and scream that she hated him? That he broke her heart and now she wanted to break his neck. No, he told himself this was Cordelia Ambrose, his sweet little daisy, who had a funeral for her favourite pencil, the memory still made him smirk, god it was so pathetic but he played along none the less. Grayson straightened his back and took a deep breath, he could do this.

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Within 2 seconds of meeting her, Cordelia decided that Libby grambs was the nice person she had ever met in her whole life the, She had just been walking up to the girl when Libby flashed the biggest smile at her and offered her a chocolate cupcake, chocolate was her absolute favourite also who wouldn’t take free food, “you have the most beautiful name I have ever heard!” The goth said adjusting her ponytail “ thank you so much, I actually have two middle names as well”

“Really! What are they?”

As Cordelia opened her mouth to tell her somebody cleared they throat, she turned around to see who it was, there he was clad entirely in black staring down at her with his ice cold eyes.

It was Grayson Hawthorne 

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anyway hope you enjoyed, once again feel free leave suggestions 🫶

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, November 30

Buffy: I mean I can't believe you got into Oxford! Willow: It's pretty exciting. Oz: That's some deep academia there. Buffy: That's where they make Gileses.

~~Choices~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

I Want To Do Something For Humanity (Kennedy, NR) by LudditeRobot

Who can you trust? (Andrew, NR) by Distant_Echo_of_The_Past

A Game to be Played (Giles/Spike, M) by pushkin666

Shards of Magic (Willow/Tara, T) by buffycat100

Feral Ways (Willow/Oz, T) by Supernatural_Artefact (Rosa_Inglese)

Still Loving You (Buffy/Spike, K) by Zenzi

Walking Vision (Buffy/Spike, PG) by honeygirl51885

[Chaptered Fiction]

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Slaymesoftly

Buffy's Bad Endings, Chapter 4 (Multi, E) by Wet_Blofeld

Tillow Oneshots (BtVS), Chapter 1 (Willow/Tara, M) by femcelsunited

Christmas Cheer on the Hellmouth, Chapter 2 (Crossover with Bring It On, T) by QuillBard

The Prophecy Child, Chapter 11 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Yosoy Panqueques

Cherry on Top, Chapter 9 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxineeden

Crash and Burn, Chapter 25 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by NautiBitz

Home Sweet Home, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by Desicat

Like A Feather, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Willow25

Wraith, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, R) by simmony

Scoobies in Neptune, Chapter 27 (Crossover with Veronica Mars, FR7) by Buffyworldbuilder

Cross Purposes 4, Chapter 41 (Multiple crossings, FR13) by DianeCastle

What the Drabble?, Chapter 48 (Buffy/Spike, R) by VeroNyxK84

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:Buffy Calendar 2024 by leecapasso

Meme:Anya meme by snowblind2022

Artwork:smorch. by spikedru

Artwork:[Giles/Jenny costuming + meta] by jennycalendar

Artwork:[Buffy Summers] by crowinahole

Comic: The Hero of Three Faces by paulgadzikowski

Manip:Happy anniversary to my ultimate comfort episode! by l0veisntbrains

Gifset:DRUSILLA IN INNOCENCE by detectivedawnsummers

Gifset:One of these days I'm just gonna put you two in a room and let you wrestle it out. by slayerbuffy

Gifset:WILLOW ROSENBERG | 5.11 – Triangle by charmedslayer

Video: Spike & Buffy | Rush by Rachie Edits

Video: buffy & angel | work song by lostlcve

Video: Something new : Legendary Buffy the vampire slayer by PlayDGame

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 6X17 REACTION | First Time Watching by EvilQK

Buffy the Vampire Slayer | S2E11 | Ted | John Ritter makes a great psycho by Wacky Uncle Reacts

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 1x3 REACTION "Witch" Season 1 Episode 3 REVIEW by Geeked Out Brian

"Never Kill a Boy on the First Date" | Buffy S01E05 Review | The Re-Watcher's Council #5 | LGRN by LGRN - Entertainment

Into the Buffyverse: Prophecy Girl by Biffs Werewolf World

Podcast: Regency Era Metrosexual - Angel S05E07 - Lineage by Pop Culture Role Call

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[Larry should have survived] by sspoike and abadbadbrujah

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Seth Green leaving , was it dodging a bullet storywise [cont.] by multiple authors

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Are Vampires stronger than other Demons? by multiple authors

Why doesnt Angel lose his soul? by multiple authors

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What do youll think would happen if angelus and ripper Giles meet? by multiple authors

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Buffys Freudian slip! by multiple authors

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[disneyanddisneyships]

A list of my ocs to ask questions about

Pls

Pls ask questions

I have so many

Helluva/Hazbin: Aella Aponi Azzaria Becca Cordelia Charles Deborah Furcalor Genevieve Gabriel Jason Linda "Bunny" Davis Roxxie Theodore Zachariah

TPOIF: Ella Eli Mia Loreley Alistar Rosalyn Eve Alruna Deena Clare Carol Jacob John Eathan Hope Isaac Asher Emily

Other: Avianna

Frozenverse: Eirwen

TADC: Lux Bun Bun

Trolls: Sunny

@gyubby99

[glazedwriter-mystery0014]

"Mimi Sugarbriar"

AGE: 22

SEX/GENDER: *F (Female) & *Bisexual/Polyamorous

"Mimi Sugarbriar, the drop-dead gorgeous albino wolf troll and most fascinating sweet owner's daughter who's owns "The Sparkling Cake Bar" & "Crumbs and Bites". Mimi is a 22-year-old albino wolf who is as sweet as sugar and as gorgeous as ever. Mischievous, flirtatious, and lively but high-spirited, cordial, sympathetic, and hospitable to her loving and special guests, and including the tribal leaders, ambassadors, delegates, and the beloved princess, Merrybloom Monarch Cordelia Crystalvale."

FUN FACTS:

"Mimi and few of her decent tribe members were inhabited in "The Crystalville Village" with the other groups of the population of the pop music wolves, pop trolls, rainbow trolls and retro trolls after Cordelia grand-opening the newly constructed towns and communities for the pop trolls in "The Secret Groves" & "Wicked Field Forest Areas"."

"Mimi's have younger sister who is the brand-new good member of "The Risky Biscuits" along with "Cherith Eveninglace", "Sienna Honeythistle" & "Sahara Honeythistle", "Storm Islandweather", "Tiny Thunderlake", "Pyro Brightcreek", "Sally Jellydove", "DJ Saria Wonderglow" after she's and other tribes was uncursed by Cori.

"Mimi is the family member "The Sugarwhistle Family"."

"She's calls Cordelia; "Sweet Cheeks", "Dreambuns", "Sweetheart", "Tootsie", "Sugar Biscuit", "Love Nugget", and "Lovie" while Cordelia calls her; "Mi", "Briar", "Rose", and "Sugar" because both of them have nice sister relationships."

"She's wholesome girlfriend and fine company of "Aisuke Beautygrace", the love song troll & "Amoros Lovelylace the III", the crowned prince of "The Romance Music Trolls" & "The Love Song Trolls", and including "The Love Song Wolves" & "The Romance Music Wolves"."

Mimi Sugarbriar belongs to @gloomycherub-mysterious/@sullenwriter-log/@glazedwriter-mystery0014

The pretty and beautiful drawing is belongs to @galaxy12sblog

[veliseraptor]

March Reading Recap

I was going to be like "it feels like I just did one of these" and that's because I kind of did but that's because I didn't do the February one until halfway through March. so. Another kind of slow month but I read some good ones...

Paleofantasy: What Evolution Really Tells Us About Sex, Diet, and How We Live by Marlene Zuk. Very mixed feelings about this book. Listening to Maintenance Phase has got me much more aware of casual fatphobia and this book definitely had its causal fatphobia, even as it was challenging some of the narratives that undergird a lot of casual fatphobia (about what's "natural" and "good for the body" specifically). It was also very gender binary in a way that had me poking at the chapters on sex and gender going "okay but aren't you going to interrogate this? at all? I know Cordelia Fine's book came out before this one."

But it did have some interesting stuff in there, particularly about modern/ongoing evolution, and the emphasis the author placed on the point that evolution doesn't have an end goal or purpose (so saying "humans evolved to [x]" is necessarily a fallacy; humans evolved in tandem with circumstances and will continue to do so) was appreciated. Ultimately, though, not a book I'd recommend to anybody else (unless I wanted to hear their critiques of it, which does sometimes happen), just one I've taken a few things from that I'll move forward with.

Jade Legacy by Fonda Lee. Finally got over my "my fave is going to die" fear and finished my read of this series, and while I think the first two are stronger than this one is in some technical ways, this one finishes out the series - and the family saga of it all - with a bang. The texture of this book feels a little different to me from the more traditional novel structure of the first two, which actually is probably why I said that - so I take it back, I don't actually think it's doing anything technically worse, just technically different. (Though that slight inconsistency might bother others, as it did me before I thought about it a little.)

This book ended up with a five star rating because I have a rule that books that make me cry get five stars, and this one made me cry twice. Well played, Fonda Lee, well played. I'm very excited to see what she does next.

Thousand Autumns, vol. 1 by Meng Xi Shi. I am really enjoying what a dick Yan Wushi is, and the fact that his approach to Shen Qiao is basically "let me do a social experiment on this man"; I also enjoy Shen Qiao especially when he is being kind of a troll. Overall, though, so far of the new cnovels I'm currently reading through (LHJC and QJJ are the others), I am enjoying this one least. I plan to keep reading because I did enjoy the first volume and I'm curious to see where it goes, but I'm not hooked yet.

Eyes of the Void by Adrian Tchaikovsky. I think at this point I can safely call Adrian Tchaikovsky one of my favorite writers and this (sequel to Shards of Earth) was no exception to my general feelings about his books. I devoured this very rapidly and I'm excited to see where it goes. I think the Children of [x] series is still my favorite over this one, but that's really just picking between very good sci-fi series. Excited to read the last one in this series, which I will probably wait for in softcover so it will be a minute.

Will also note that one thing I really appreciated about this one is the way that it kind of oldstyle wove in some "in case you forgot what happened in book 1" mini recaps, which were very useful for me, because I had in fact forgotten some of what happened in book 1.

Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer. I mostly came out of this one going "Into Thin Air was better" and honestly so was Missoula. This one was interesting, I guess, but I didn't get as much out of it as I would've liked, even if the experience of reading it was fairly enjoyable. It served me on a plane ride when the seat outlets weren't working. But Into Thin Air was better.

Did learn some things about the history of Mormonism though, which I didn't know much about.

The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben. This was a fascinating book that suffered from excessive anthropomorphization for effect. Mr. Wohlleben clearly has a lot of feelings about trees, and I understand and support that, and respect his determination to make other people have feelings about trees as well - but his methods of doing so (namely, heavy use of connecting tree behavior to human behavior), for me personally, just ended up feeling a little awkward and labored.

I understand that it might feel less effective, rather than saying "trees! they're just like us (and so you should care about what they're doing)", to say "trees! doing really neat stuff in their own right that you can't see them obviously doing so you assume they're just standing there (and you should care because they're living beings in their own right, quite aside from how they help us)", but at least for me it would make for an equally informative but slightly less irritating book.

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. What a weird book. I keep meaning to read more Russian lit and I'm glad I finally got around to this one. There's something here that's just...it reads in this particular way where it is both absurd and very much thinking hard about what it's doing, and that's a combination that I both really enjoy and don't see all that much.

I had expectations of what I thought this novel was going to be (I knew it was set in Moscow and there was the devil and a cat involved) and it did not fit any of them, which in this case was a very good thing. I kind of feel like I wouldn't want to tell anybody else reading this one very much about it either, if it was possible; I think the book benefits from going in fairly blind. Loved all the translator's footnotes in the back, too. Much appreciated, both as a fan of footnotes generally and someone with a relative lack of cultural context for a lot of what this book was/is playing with.

The Chaos Machine: The Inside Story of How Social Media Rewired Our Brains and the World by Max Fisher. I read about half of this book in a single day and texted @paradife-loft (who drew it to my attention) that it was very stressful; they congratulated me on figuring out how to doomscroll a book. Which is a very apt description of how this reading experience felt, actually! In an informative and compelling way that left me madder than ever about the decisions of major social media companies over the last decade or so, and a little bit filled with despair about what's going to happen next, but, you know. I'd still consider it edifying. Maybe read it more slowly than I did, though. Absorbing that much grim information about exactly how the entire systems of algorithm-driven social media (and YouTube, which Fisher comes down pretty hard on) are designed, at their core, with the result that we see now, up to and including provoking genocides.

Which is something I knew, vaguely, but reading a couple-hundred page book about it really hammers it home in detail.

I just finished reading The Spite House by Johnny Compton (literally today), starting reading The Nine Eyes of Lucien for grinsies before I finally go read The Red Tent by Anita Diamant, which I've been meaning to do for ages. looking forward to seeing where the rest of April takes me.

[sweetcinnamonrolls]

Dear Mayor Delta, Conductor Trollzart, and Queen Essence and King Quincy, before she’s was corrupted, do you think guys Cordelia is would be perfect as new honored princess of the pop trolls when she’s was 14 y/o? Yes or no? And why?

I think they'd all believe she'd be a perfect candidate for pop princess

[misslyzz]

Snake Song - Chapter 3: Kiss With a Fist

~Paring: Draco x Original Female Character

~Description: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, Cannon divergence

~Word Count: 4.6k

~Author Note: I update once a week! You can find the series masterlist here.

~Content disclaimer: Canon typical violence, slight mentions of blood, bigotry

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My black eye casts no shadow

Your red eye sees nothing

Your slap don't stick

Your kicks don't hit

So we remain the same

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Cordelia Prince sat in the Slytherin common room staring out one of the large, ornate windows that looked out into the Black Lake. The only light left in the common room came from a few candles spread out across the room and the dull green hue from the lake. It cast the vast stone room with its leather button-tufted couches and dark wood furnishings in a sort of eerie glow, but Cordelia found this rather comforting. 

It was late, probably past midnight, but she couldn’t sleep. She kept replaying the events of the day in her head. It had been a particularly nasty day that had started with a letter from her mother berating her about participating in the quidditch trials. It seemed the school had sent her parents news of her injury. Something she really should have expected. 

The letter had been something along the lines of “If you embarrass this family one more time, we’ll transfer you to Beauxbatons Academy before you can say snitch.” Being surrounded by silly little French girls for the next 5 years sounded like a fate worse than Azkaban to Cordelia. 

It hadn’t stopped there. Not long after her owl Sage had dropped off the dreaded letter and Cordelia was staring forlorn into her porridge, Malfoy had come swaggering into the great hall, wearing one of the Slytherin team's silver and green jumpers. Cordelia would have liked nothing more than to drown herself in her porridge. He’d sent her a haughty smirk and waltzed over to the rest of the team to eat breakfast. Presumably they would be heading to practice soon. 

It hadn’t been until later that day when Cordelia was moping around the common room pretending to make progress on her History of Magic homework that she had overheard the most infuriating bit of news. She had just crossed out the third unsuccessful sentence about how Barnabas the Barmy had tried teaching trolls ballet when Pansy Parkinson walked by with a few other girls in her year giggling about something asinine. However, a particular bit had caught her attention. 

“...of course his father bought the whole team new brooms, he wants them to win the cup this year and it's not like he couldn’t spare the expense. Only the finest for a Malfoy.”

Cordelia’s quill snapped in her hand and her nearby ink well magically flew off the table narrowly missing Daphne’s head, who was sitting across from her, and smashed into the stone wall. Daphne looked up at her a bit wide eyed and muttered a “wow...” before Cordelia had stormed off. 

That’s how she got here, staring out into the swirling darkness of the Black Lake, instead of in her comfortable canopy bed, with its fluffy pillows, asleep like a sane person. Un-bloody-believable. She knew Malfoy wasn’t above cheating and was an absolute menace to her on a daily basis, but she didn’t peg him for someone who couldn't earn his own achievements. Part of her was disappointed in him. Despite their constant rivalry this felt low, unambitious even. 

She did eventually drift off to sleep curled up on the dark green wingback chair, with one thought on replay in her head. Some Slytherin he is. Salazar is probably turning over in his grave. 

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Maybe Salazar Slytherin had turned over in his grave. Cordelia thought wide eyed, staring at the body of Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, hung by her tail below the letters written across the wall in what Cordelia highly doubted was red paint. They had just been enjoying a truly excellent Halloween feast only to run into this on the way back to the common room.  The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir beware. 

 "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Someone had shouted from the front of the crowd. Cordelia’s heart lurched. She knew that voice, it had been Malfoy. She felt someone grab onto her arm and looked to her side. It had been Tracey, who was staring stone faced at the bloody letters on the wall. Despite her expression, her hand was clutching Cordelia tightly.  

“It was probably him and his little cronies, pulling some kind of sick prank,” Cordelia whispered to Tracey as they watched Filch yelling at Harry Potter, of all people, about killing his cat. 

“You!” The hunched over caretaker screeched at Potter, “You’ve murdered my cat!” Cordelia looked back to Tracey who still hadn't looked away from the writing. Luckily, a moment later Dumbledore came to sort the mess out and everyone dispersed back to the common room. Cordelia kept close to Tracey, who had been unusually silent since seeing the writing. 

The three girls, still being quite full from the feast and not wanting to hear any more Malfoy's nonsense, went straight up the short ironwork staircase and down the tunnel to the girls' dorm. Cordelia had drifted off into a restless sleep, having hazy dreams of slithering snails that she could have sworn had Malfoy’s face all chanting Mudblood over and over again. 

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The first week of November had brought with it a cold snap that had the grounds covered in frost in the mornings. Cordelia dreaded venturing outside of the castle and into the biting highland wind, which was an excellent excuse for her to lean on when the first quidditch match of the season rolled around one Saturday. It was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor normally a match Cordelia would never miss, but a deep bitterness had lodged itself in her chest after the events of last month. She would have sooner leapt into the freezing Black Lake stark naked than to have gone to this game. 

Tracey had given her best effort trying to persuade Cordelia from the dorm that afternoon, but she stubbornly refused to go. 

“But Cordelia, it's the first match of the season!”

“Tracey I swear to Salazar Slytherin himself, if I end up going I’m going to cheer for Gryffindor and then I’ll be disowned from the whole house.” Cordelia had whined. “Is that what you want?” 

Tracey signed, exasperated. “Can’t have that, then.” And with a begrudged look had left the dorms to head down to the quidditch pitch with the rest of Slytherin house. This left Cordelia quite alone in the common room, which she considered a blessing. Good I can brood in peace. 

And brood she did. She sat at one of the comfy green couches, staring into the large stone fire thinking of all the things she could say or do later to terrorize Malfoy as revenge. She sat in her revenge fueled trance for who knows how long until finally people began to trickle back into the common room. Judging from the general mood, it didn’t look like Slytherin had won. Cordelia tried to look stoic, but the corners of her mouth couldn’t seem to behave. 

Tracey flopped onto the couch beside her, Daphne soon followed in an adjacent armchair. 

“I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news.” Tracey signed. 

“Bad news, first then.” To her credit Cordelia did manage to sound aloof. 

“We lost.” Daphne interjected, not seeming that upset about it either. 

“Considering the mood, not surprising,” Cordelia said surveying the room. Everyone did seem a bit defeated, which considering Slytherin hadn’t lost the quidditch cup in seven years, wasn’t surprising. “And the good news?” She questioned. 

At this Tracey let out a crooked smile. “Malfoy missed the snitch. Literally had it floating right behind his head, the tosser! Potter had a particularly nasty bludger after him and still managed to catch it before Malfoy.” Tracey let out a barked laugh. “It was embarrassing, honestly.”

Cordelia was trying her best to not break out into a full-blown grin, feeling absolutely giddy that Malfoy had managed to embarrass himself so thoroughly. They heard a loud snort from behind them. She turned to look over the back of the couch to see none other than one of Slytherin team's chasers, Adrien Pucey. Adrien, a handsome boy with intense green eyes and dark hair that fell in soft waves across his forehead, was two years ahead of Cordelia. He was sitting with a few other students in his year including, Miles Bletchly, the team's keeper, a pale dark haired boy who’s features resembled a goldfish a bit.

“You forgot the part where he fell off his broom and landed on his ass.” Adrien snickered with the rest of the boys. “Poor sod is still in the showers sulking.” He had one arm slung over his chair and leaned towards Cordelia. “You know Prince, you should have tried out for seeker instead. Maybe then we would have actually won.” He shot her a wink as he and his friends got up to leave. 

She flushed up to her forehead, though she tried to pretend that was not happening. That did not stop her two friends from staring at her knowingly. 

“Pucey does have a point, huh Daphne?” Tracey said with a cheshire cat smile. 

Daphne raised her eyebrow. “Yes, couldn’t agree with him more, eh Cordelia?” 

Cordelia, cheeks still red, was trying her best to hide a smile. “Oh shove off.” 

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The next day, Cordelia had gone down to the great hall that morning hoping for a peaceful Sunday breakfast only to be met with an uproar of chatter. She sat down in an empty seat between Daphne and a boy from their year, Theodore Nott, a lanky boy with sandy hair. He was leaned over to talk with some other students about something in a hushed tone.

“What’s got everyone’s knickers in a twist this morning?” Cordelia asked more than a little irritated with the chatter.

Nott had turned to her a little surprised, “Haven’t you heard? A student was found last night, petrified. Some Gryffindor.” He had scoffed at that. 

Cordelia hadn’t really been able to enjoy her breakfast after that and soon after headed back down to the common room. She sat in the common room at one of the long dark tables reading Holidays with Hags, one of Lockhart's books he had assigned 2 feet of parchment on. I’d rather snog one of these hags than read another word of this rubbish. It wasn't just the pompous tone the book was written in that was making it nearly impossible for her to focus, but the constant chatter of the common room. 

She was failing miserably to focus on how Lockhart had saved all those village children from the nasty hag by blinding her with his dazzling smile. Her mind kept wandering back to Colin Creevy, a muggle born first year, who she had found out was the Gryffindor student that Nott had mentioned. 

Cordelia thought back to the bloody writing on the wall on Halloween. Enemies of the Heir beware… Was the enemy of Salazar Slytherin really after just the muggle borns…? Cordelia was trying her best to ignore the murmurings she had heard from some of her nastier classmates. A group of which were snickering amongst themselves at the far end of the table. 

“Of course it was a mudblood.” 

“Probably won’t be the last either.”

“Who do you reckon will be next?

Cordelia snapped her book shut and exhaled sharply through her nose. Bigoted prats. She stood up swiftly from her chair and walked towards the group of snickering teens. She slammed her book down on their side of the table. 

“If you’re going to be ignorant, you could at least do it quieter.” With that she stormed off towards the girl’s dorm, hoping to find some peace and quiet. Just as she had reached the top of the stairs she ran into the familiar figure of Tracey coming down from the dorms. Cordelia glanced back at the older students still at the table whispering quietly amongst themselves at the same table, still presumably spouting their nonsense. She made up her mind to head Tracey off. 

“Hey Trace, wanna help me sneak into the kitchens?” 

Tracey grinned at this, “Merlin yes, I’m starved.” With that the two made their way down the kitchens for the rest of the afternoon.   

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The next month had gone by with relatively little excitement. On one particularly dull afternoon, Cordelia found herself in her least favorite class, Herbology. Even more unfortunately for her, today they would be working with infant mandrakes. She had already watched Longbottom faint the previous week from the plant's lethal crying, having apparently neglected to secure earmuffs for himself. That was enough to make her contemplate faking dragon pox to get out of class. 

Nevertheless, she found herself elbow deep in fresh soil trying to wrestle the, no doubt screaming, mandrake out of its pot. At the potting station next to her, Tracey was having a lot less trouble, having already dug most of the young plant out of its pot. 

“How did you manage that so fast?”Cordelia looked at her incredulously. Tracy almost looked bored, which was unusual for the girl, who normally looked forward to herbology lessons. All Cordelia got in response was a vague grunt. Cordelia tried focusing on shifting the soil around in her pot, but couldn’t help casting nervous glances at her friend. Tracey was looking forlornly down at the wrinkled little root in her pot. 

“Trace, you alright?” 

Cordelia’s focus was abruptly pulled back to her own pot as she felt a sharp pain in her finger. It seemed the mandrake had clamped its tiny mouth down on her finger. Tracey looked at her and snickered. That was until Cordelia jerked the baby mandrake from her pot. It let out an ear shattering scream as she tried her best to shove it into the new pot, with fresh soil.

It seemed the irritating little plant had a different idea as its tiny veiny arms had gripped on to the side of the new pot. Despite Cordelia’s best efforts to push its tiny, screaming head under the fresh dirt, it seemed determined to not budge. Tracey thankfully took pity on her, helping her shove the shrieking plant under the fresh dirt. 

“Thanks, Trace,” Cordelia said to her friend who had already turned back to her own mandrake. The most response she got out of the girl was a vague hum of acknowledgement. Tracey was busy quickly scooping her mandrake out of the old pot and into the new one. Hers hardly even screamed… 

“Excellent work, Miss Davis,” Professor Sprout complimented while passing by. Cordelia couldn’t ignore the nasty look a few of their classmates shot Tracey at this. From the look on her face it seemed Tracey also noticed. Cordelia felt a pang of guilt at this.

“Ignore those gits,” she scoffed. Tracey had a detached sort of look about her, her eyes solidly set on her already potted plant. 

“Bit hard to do when it’s the whole house.” 

“It’s not the whole house…”Cordelia felt her stomach sink further, eyebrows furrowing. She wasn’t sure she believed herself with all the murmurings and nasty comments she had heard lately. “Only the incredibly stupid ones.” This got a half hearted snort from Tracey, but she wouldn’t meet Cordelia’s eyes, still fixated on the pot in front of her. 

Determined to at least get her friend to crack a smile, Cordelia grabbed a small clump of dirt from her pot, tossing it at Tracey. It hit her cheek leaving a little smudge of dirt and earning an offended gasp from Tracey. Cordelia looked at her with feigned innocence. 

“What? It was him,” she pointed down at the newly potted mandrake, “extremely cracky that one.”

Tracey looked at her through narrowed eyes for a moment before turning back to her pot. Cordelia let out a labored sigh, turning back to her own station. She’d leave Tracey be for now. Maybe she just needs some tim– She was pulled from her thoughts by a clump of dirt smacking her in the forehead before falling down onto her robes.

She whipped her head in the short haired girl's directions. Tracey was trying and failing to keep a straight face. 

“What? Maybe I’m cranky too?”

Cordelia grinned at her friend before chucking another clump of dirt back in retaliation. Their little battle continued for a minute before Professor Sprout came by and admonished the two. They both tried to look guilty. However, as soon as the Professor walked away, and Cordelia met Tracey’s eyes they devolved into fits of giggles. 

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November faded to December and Cordelia finally felt as if she might have a relatively normal rest of the school year. On one particular afternoon, she found herself in her element in the potions classroom, deep in the Hogwart’s dungeons. 

The cold stone room was lined with jars upon jars of pickled animals and various glowing substances. There were half a dozen tables where students could place their cauldrons and try their best not to earn Professor Snape's ire. At the front of the classroom was a chalkboard on which said professor had written some especially detailed instructions for a swelling solution. This is where Cordelia was trying her best to apply all her focus on, with great difficulty. 

 She was yet again partnered with Malfoy. What did I ever do to Snape to deserve this? He was currently flicking her carefully counted pufferfish eyes at Potter and Weasley.  

“Knock it off Malfoy,” She seethed, “you're wasting all our ingredients.”

He scoffed in return, having turned his attention to Longbottom getting chastised by Snape once again. Cordelia glanced over at the visibly trembling boy. He should really get a tutor. She rolled her eyes and went over to one of the shelves to get more eyes. Just as she turned to go back to their cauldron, she noticed Potter ducked under his table. Odd… He quickly lit what looked to be a firecracker of some sort and threw it into her and Malfoy’s cauldron.

Her eyes widened and for a brief moment she locked eyes with Potter as he turned. They both looked at each other for a moment before they both ducked for cover. Cordelia leaped behind Professor Snape’s desk just as the mayhem began. From her place of cover, she heard the potion explode and several people shrieked, one of which sounded suspiciously like Malfoy. I’d know that high pitched scream anywhere… Snape should really dust under here. 

Cordelia brushed her hands on her robes and peaked over the top of Professor Snape's desk. What she was greeted with was indeed mayhem. Several students were groaning in pain, parts of their bodies swelled up to triple their normal size. 

She stood up fully now that the coast was clear and walked back toward her station where Malfoy was clutching his face. When he finally moved his hand, she could see that a glob of the potion had managed to land on his nose, which had swelled up like a balloon. Cordelia immediately let out a snort of laughter. She looked over to Goyle who was flailing around with a hand the size of a dinner plate. This is the best potions class ever. 

She met Malfoys gray eyes, which now looked small and beady compared to his still growing nose, and burst into uncontrollable giggles. Her sides were hurting from laughter, and Malfoy's stare was positively lethal. 

Snape finally got back control of the class telling anyone who had been splashed, to come to the front of the class for a Deflating Draft. Cordelia had managed to suppress her laugh at the death stare Professor Snape was putting out. She watched as the affected students walked to the front. Malfoy, in particular, seemed to be having a lot of difficulty seeing how top heavy his head had become. As he staggered away she glanced over to Potter. To her surprise, he was already looking nervously her way. 

A few moments later after the students had begun de-swelling, Professor Snape came back over to Cordelia and Draco’s cauldron with a ladle and scooped out the firecracker. 

“If I ever find out who threw this,” Snape said in a low tone, “I shall make sure that person is expelled.” Then as if on cue both he and Cordelia turned to look at Potter, though only one of the cousins knew the truth.

For the rest of the lesson she could feel Potter's nervous glances, as if at any point she might rat him out to Snape. As if. It was bloody hilarious. She thought back fondly to Malfoy’s gigantic nose. She glanced to her side where said nuisance kept running his hands over his nose as if to make sure it hadn’t re-swollen suddenly. She had to suppress a laugh again. 

Soon the bell rang and everyone began filing out of the classroom. Cordelia had just made it out of the door when she heard a loud “pst” from her side. She glanced to the side of the potions classroom only to see Potter standing there motioning her over awkwardly. She raised her eyebrow, but walked over, nonetheless. 

“You rang, Potter?” she said dryly. 

Potter looked quite nervous, she almost felt bad for him. He’s probably worried about being expelled for his little stunt. 

“Yeah, erm why didn’t you tell Snape about the–” he gestured vaguely toward the classroom then made a kind of exploding motion with his hands. 

Cordelia Snorted. “I think I have better things to do than get the great Harry Potter expelled.” He immediately looked a little relieved. She rolled her eyes. “Besides, watching Malfoy’s nose swell up like a cantaloupe was bloody brilliant, Potter,” she let out a genuine laugh. 

Potter to her surprise flushed a bit at this. “Right, then um thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Looks like you owe me two now, Potter.” At this Harry blanched but was rescued by the Weasley boy calling for him and he rushed off. As Cordelia was watching him walk off, she heard a seething voice from behind her. 

“You knew Prince?” 

Cordelia whipped around to see Malfoy had just exited the classroom, after having apparently overheard the whole conversation. She scoffed, but Malfoy continued.

“Taking Potter’s side?” He spit out, “Pathetic.”

Cordelia’s nostril flared as all  her anger from the last month came rushing back. 

“Jealous Malfoy? Today isn’t the first time you’ve missed something right under your nose.” She gasped suddenly pointing behind his head. He turned in confusion. “Sorry, thought it was a snitch, I wouldn't want you to miss another one.” She snickered, as did a few other nearby students. 

The tips of Malfoy’s ears turned red, and he whipped back around to her. “Everyone knows Potter only made the team because he’s famous,” he sneered back.

“That’s rich coming from someone who’s daddy bought their way onto the team with new brooms!” Cordelia was furious and nearly yelling now. A crowd of the students had begun to form to watch the two’s screaming match. 

“What is he your boyfriend now? Are you a house traitor as well as a blood traitor–”

Cordelia cut him off shapely, “What are you on about Malfoy?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Someone from your bloodline hanging around a filthy mudblood like Davis? Disgusting.” He spit out pointing at Tracey, who was amongst the crowd watching the verbal sparring. She could see Tracey flinch at the slur. The fight didn’t stay verbal for long.

That comment directed at her friend was the last straw. Cordelia saw red, threw her potion book and bag onto the floor, and leaped forward, tackling Malfoy to the ground. He yelped as she landed right on top of him and reared up to land a rather hard punch to his right cheek bone, which immediately started to blossom red. Malfoy, now enraged and red in the face, threw his arm forward and managed to elbow her across the mouth. 

Cordelia grunted a bit and flinched back, a trace of something metallic hitting her tongue. Still furious, she hardly noticed, before once again rearing her arm back and smashing her fist across the same side of the blonde’s face. 

Malfoy let out a high-pitched groan and reached his arms up trying his best to get her into a headlock. The two brawled on the ground for a few moments while the throng of students jeered, until a voice bellowed above the crowd. 

“SILENCE! You two, enough!” Malfoy, who had a handful of Cordelia’s hair, was ripped away from her and hauled rather violently to his feet. She was greeted with the side prolife of an enraged Professor Snape. 

“WHAT do you think you're doing?!” Snape seethed at Malfoy nose to nose, then rounded on her. He pulled her to her feet in a considerably less aggressive manner than he had Malfoy, but his voice had lost none of the venom. 

“Two students from my own house, brawling in the hallway like barbarians?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to protest but one icy stare from Snape cut him off. “The rest of you begone! Go to your classes,” he commanded. The crowd dispersed and Cordelia caught Tracey’s downcast stare for a moment before she headed off. Professor Snape turned back to Cordelia and Malfoy. 

“This is unacceptable behavior from two students of Slytherin house. Two months detention for the both of you–” 

“But–” Malfoy attempted to interrupt, outraged, but Professor Snape cut him off again. 

“Another word, Malfoy and it will be three months.” 

At this Malfoy snapped his mouth closed. Meanwhile, Cordelia was staring at Malfoy with a look of absolute loathing. 

“Your detention will be up to my discretion, but believe me, it will be tedious and painful. Malfoy to class now,” he ordered coldly. He turned to Cordelia and produced a black handkerchief out of the pocket of his robes, handing it to her. She opened her mouth to question him and was immediately met with a sharp stinging pain. She pressed the handkerchief to her now oozing split lip. 

“Prince with me.” Professor Snape didn’t leave a lot of room for argument as he immediately headed down the corridor, his black robes billowing behind him. 

She took one more chance to glare at Malfoy, who was holding his now swelling cheek bone and sneering right back at her. Cordelia had to jog a little to catch up to Snapes brisk pace. What, is he gonna start my detention now? All she really wanted to do was go back to the common room to check on Tracey. She followed Snape out of the dungeons, through several corridors, up a few staircases, and to her surprise he came to a stop in front of the hospital wing. 

He stared down at her with an unreadable expression, before ushering her into the hospital wing and fetching Madam Pomfrey. 

“Miss Prince thought starting a brawl in the corridor was a bright idea,” he said dryly before taking his leave. Cordelia stood there utterly confused as Madam Pomfrey fretted over her split lip. While they were family, Snape never coddled her. He might occasionally seem to favor her in class, but this was different. He hadn’t marched Malfoy down to the hospital wing personally and he came out of their little row arguably worse. Was that actual concern? For my well being? 

Madam Pomfrey soon sent her on her way, split lip completely healed. As she walked back to the common room, she felt a surge of fondness for her gloomy, aloof cousin, who had just shown more care for her than her parents had in months.

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