#you really think the judges told her that???

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Ok I am going to talk about something that's been on my mind recently.

Major warning ⚠️ might get deep.

Also ADHD RAMBLING SORRY IN ADVANCE 😔

Regarding Alastor and the Seven year absence. Ok so I see how In some recent posts people say Alastor must feel forgotten by the Hasbin crew, cause When Sir Pentious and Dazzle died they got a portrait and a statue. While Alastor got nothing. And Charlie thought he had died too.

But while that is true I'm surprised no one talks about how Alastor already felt Forgotten long before the fight. I'm talking about when he finally got home after 7 years disappearance.

My boy didn't get a Welcome home,( although he did get one from Carmilla later on)or a " Hey are you ok". Nothing. What does he get. Pushed around, Judged ( though it's quite understandable it's still wrong) and even told that he basically didn't matter. Remember the scene between Carmilla and Alastor. Alastor was basically asking her " Hey while I was gone, Did you at least think about me"?. And Carmilla response was definitely " Eh Not Really, But welcome back in any case".

Sure he looked pissed but if I was in his place I'd feel very hurt. I kinda noticed how everyone treats Alastor as if he is the worst thing in hell. When there so much worse * cough Valentino cough*

From what I understand he only targeted those that hurt others. Maybe Hell was pissed because in a way he was saving other souls. Taking them from their abusive owners. Which is fucked up but it's hell. What do you expect?

I firmly believe Alastor grew up in a abusive household and definitely witnessed his mother getting abused which definitely affected his psyche. Maybe his father killed his mother and after killing his father he vowed no one will ever go through what he went through.

So he targeted awful people and offed them. When he got to hell. I think he felt his work wasn't done yet and now he is in the land of abusers and monsters. Maybe deep down. He was the one SCARED 😨.

Maybe he killed so he could feel safe in a twisted way. He ended up selling his soul cause he was scared. His owner who i headcanon is like Mother Gothel definitely didn't help. She manipulated him into thinking she is keeping him safe. When In reality she was using him for his powers.

I also headcanon that ( now this is going to sound crazy) His owner forces him to dress and act the way he does. She wants to be the only one who can play with her toy. His owner definitely doesn't share. So she will try to make him look in her eyes unappealing. We all know this doesn't work though. As Vox had fallen in love with him.

Now I don't believe Vox ever hurt Alastor and as much as I love stories where he gets 😳 obsessed. I actually would be happy if they become best friends again and hope it was just a giant misunderstanding just like Fizz and Blitz.

Still something happened That hurt Alastor deeply that he now hates anything to do with television. My Headcanon is cause Vox started to spend more time with Valentino and accidentally leaving Alastor in the dark. Alastor enjoyed spending time with Vox. Going dancing at a club, listening to radio shows. Even cuddling in a blanket watching a movie. But I think the main reason he enjoyed Vox's company is cause, His owner couldn't touch him. She couldn't hurt him in any way.

Kinda like how a person wants there friend over so there abuser doesn't hurt them. The abuser won't cause they rather do their evil deed in secret.

In other words Alastor felt safe around Vox and when he started spending time with Valentino and less with him. His owner would hurt him.

But no one knew this cause Alastor always had a smile on his face. Always seemed sure and confident of himself. This is a perfect representation of " You don't know what happens behind closed doors". I think this was a learned habit from childhood too. Maybe after his father abused him or/and his mother he would threaten to kill them if they told or even showed any signs of abuse.

His owner definitely has that power. If she has the power to give him power then she has the power to erase Alastor from existence. I think she threatened his afterlife multiple times.

Anyway eventually Vox and Alastor have a big fight which pissed the owner off. And she took him away for seven years. Personally I am among those that think she TORTURED him during that time.

I think she let him out and told him to watch the princess and make sure no one gets redeemed. She sews a smile on his face so everyone thinks he is happy and fine. Again reference to what I said earlier.

Alastor goes back home and everything has changed. Probably a culture shock to him. He goes to the hotel and had to pretend everything is ok. Maybe he was all touchy feely with everyone cause he wants to feel safe and secure. Like he is finally home and not hallucinating. When he is pushed away he acts like it doesn't matter but I think it does. I think it hurts him deeply but because of the abuse he endured in childhood and his afterlife he puts up a front as a defense mechanism.

As Alastor told Charlie

" Just because you see a Smile, don't think you know what's going on underneath. A smile is a valuable tool my dear. It inspires your friends, Keeps your enemies Guessing and says no matter what comes your way, Your the one in control".

In a roundabout way he was basically calling for help without saying he needs help. Remember he can't tell her or anyone about what he went through. Of course In a way it means he is still a prisoner. His owner can take him away at any time and this definitely scares him. So he will do anything he can to prevent this from happening. Even making a deal with the princess of hell.

Anyway So while after the battle I think he felt Forgotten, I think he already felt that way. Like he doesn't matter and he wants to matter. His owner and father probably told him that he is worth nothing and no one will miss him while he is gone.

Well he was gone twice and NO ONE missed him.

That's very sad when you think about it and I'm surprised no one had brought it up yet.

Once again I apologize for my rambling thank you for reading

[melrosing]

who do you think jaime didn't tell cersei and tyrion about aerys? is it because they already don't blame him?

I think it’s a few things??

Firstly, there’s the fact that Jaime hasn’t told anyone before Brienne, not just his siblings. He doesn’t like having to explain himself to anyone: if people have assumed the worst, he resents the expectation that he should beg for their understanding. If they’re so shallow minded, why should he tear himself to pieces trying to win back their esteem?

Then I think he also suspects that if he did try to explain, they wouldn’t believe him anyway - the trappings of the KG and House Lannister are such that many would judge Jaime by his supposed allegiances before Jaime as an individual, and there’s nothing he can do about that. And I think that’s part of what ‘by what right does the wolf judge the lion?’ means - both sides have blood on their hands, why should he submit to their judgement?

all this gets away from the fact Jaime hasn’t told his siblings but I think it’s the context - Jaime has tried to convince himself he doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. and as for Cersei and Tyrion, I don’t think they care what his reasons were either way. Cersei is not impressed by moral grandstanding, and would probably be MORE impressed by the notion of Jaime killing Aerys for the sake of House Lann (rather than the city). But by and large she doesn’t care about Jaime’s inferiority, and Jaime is happy to pretend to be whatever she wants him to be, so that’s that.

And for Tyrion, idk, I think he just loves Jaime pretty much unconditionally (even now I think he still does), and Jaime’s motivations in killing Aerys just wouldn’t matter much to him. He might be kind of impressed by the moral reasons Jaime did it, and probably even surprised… but Tyrion is a pretty Machiavellian kind of guy himself, I don’t think he’d think there’s much wrong with just taking Aerys out for Tywin’s sake, either. And I think Jaime is more or less content to be an uncomplicated figure for Tyrion, because Tyrion already accepts the rest (I.e. his relationship w Cers) without question. They never seek to explain themselves to one another. EXCEPT that one time.

So the difference w Brienne (you didn’t ask but I’m thinking out loud now) is primarily this: Brienne is not a hypocrite. she walks the walk, allying herself purely to what she believes in, which is ofc true knighthood, and all this with no ulterior motive. and somewhere deep down, Jaime holds the same values as she does. so by virtue of this, her esteem means something to him. he thinks she could see him with unclouded vision, and wants to know what she’d make of him if she did.

the Lannister siblings do not really hold the same values as Jaime, nor can they see him w unclouded vision, nor are they really interested in understanding Jaime in this way, so that’s why I think he doesn’t tell them.

[theshadowsingersraven]

Just some POV to support OP: I don't think anyone here would doubt that I love Azriel. And I absolutely did this in my own writing.

Loving a character doesn't just mean blindly wanting surface good things for them. It can also mean wanting them to face the music for their actions and becoming better for it. This is how I handled Azriel rightfully feeling shame for how he treated Lucien:

Azriel deserved that. He knew he deserved that to the point where he felt an apology creeping up his throat. But his pride snatched hold of it before the traitorous words could leave his lips.

Lucien sighed. “Perhaps one day you can view me as Solara does—a friend. Not just a cage thrust upon Elain, demanding her compliance. I've never thought badly of you until now, Azriel.”

Friend.

Azriel was purposely hurting Solara’s friend, purposely choosing each word as if it were a torture instrument. As if he were no better than the witch she'd sacrificed so much to kill. And a part of him knew that, deep down even then. How disgusted would she be when she learned of the other aspects of his work? For how Azriel was speaking to her friend? Solara would be furious, so disappointed, and—

“I…” he found himself fumbling for words he had no desire to say, but everything in him screamed that he needed to say something. Needed to remedy the harm he caused, even if it was only for the spiteful words he'd just spewed. “I couldn't do what you do. If I were in your position…it would kill me. I do not know how you are not miserable.”

“I never said I wasn't. It doesn't particularly feel good to see your mate falling for a male who gets to be around her. Who she can actually tolerate. Not that you have to worry about that with your mate. You had the privilege of knowing her, being her friend first. You knew what her laugh sounded like and how she liked her coffee before you tasted her fear and panic. I was not so lucky.”

Azriel averted his gaze, keeping his mask of indifference in place despite the tempest of emotions whirling in his chest. The shadows hung off of him instead of curling up like normal. They were probably as exhausted from this day as he was.

As their gazes finally met again, Azriel didn't say anything—couldn't, really. It's not as though Lucien was wrong.

After a pause, the russet-haired male sighed. “I'm not going to lie to her for you, Azriel. That's all I'm saying.”

“Understood,” Azriel murmured, his nostrils flaring slightly, wings tucking in tighter.

Lucien turned on his heel and made his way toward the front door. Azriel watched him close his hand around the ornately carved knob, and then he found himself taking a slight step forward. Found himself saying despite his pride's protests, “I judged you sooner than what was wise. You…You are an honorable male. More honorable than me, I think. By a large margin.”

It wasn't an apology. The Mother knew he was too prideful to apologize, but this was something, at least. And though he doubted this was what his shadows had in mind when they told him about singing the truth, they seemed to perk up a little. Azriel also knew that it was a rather lackluster comment despite the fact that it was enough to give Lucien pause. He heard the slightest sigh come from Lucien, and he looked over his shoulder back at him.

As he pulled the door open, the emissary said, “Well, I believe that is perhaps the one thing we agree on. Farewell, Azriel.”

Azriel’s hands flexed at his side. He deserved that, too, really. Deserved every word from Lucien's mouth, and deserved worse, probably. But he had to keep trying—had to do better. Be better. Even if it was just so he could stand next to his mate and not feel like he was so undeserving of her and the fire she embodied. The fire that seemed to warm and melt every frigid layer of ice he put around himself. And if Azriel wanted any of this to go well, he needed to at least feel like the male Solara would finally find underneath all those protective, icy walls was more than his scars, his anger, and his bitter jealousy. Azriel wanted the male underneath it all to be worthy, no matter what it took.

I really want Azriel to know and feel for himself the depth of the mating bond, so that he feels shame, true shame, for what he did to Lucien.

[grapejuice32]

Bored?

JJ Maybank x reader

You and JJ attend a party, a girl trying to flirt with him makes you jealous enough to prove to everyone that he’s yours.

notes: I'll try and catch up on updates and requests soon!

The two of you were at party, a mass text had been sent out about it and there was no way either of you would pass up on free alcohol. The two of you were a fairly new thing, JJ had never really dated anyone before and was just used to hook ups, and while you'd dated before, you'd never been official with anyone like you were with JJ. It was the first party the two of you were attending as a couple, and honestly, JJ was thrilled, he couldn't wait to show you off to everyone. He'd decided that the two of you could just go together and meet the rest of the pogues there, so that's what you'd done, he had picked you up on his bike, smelling like expensive cologne you were certain he has stolen at some point.

When you arrived, you were met with pounding music, the party was being held at some girl's house, you weren't entirely sure who she was but you weren't sure you or what was at least, a couple hundred other people, cared who was throwing the party, just that it was a Friday night and that there was alcohol. It'd taken JJ a few minutes to locate the others, stopping to get drinks for the both of you first, you made sure to stick relativelyclose by, not wanting to get lost in the sea of people, though you were sure JJ would find you in seconds in the case you did get lost among the sweaty bodies.

Not long after you got there, some girl, whose make up was down up as if she were attending the met gala, approached JJ, the two of you having momentarily moved away from the others for whatever reason, when you went to get a drink. She was quick to start flirting, placing her hand on his bicep when he payed her no attention, he had only pushed her off of him and ignored her advances. He had wanted for your return, not wanting to walk off and leave you stranded, when you had returned he'd placed a hand on your waist, his other holding a red solo cup of beer, and placed a kiss on your head. The blonde girl, who was obviously bitter about his rejection, glared at you, a sour look on her face. John B called JJ over and you just told JJ to go, that you'd be there in a minute, his pressed a short kiss to your lips and walked over to the others.

The girl's blue eyes travelled up and down your body, clearly judging everything about your body, your outfit and your style. When her eyes met your own, you offered her what was clearly a smile of faux kindness, she only scowled and stepped closer to you, " So, you're her."

"Her?" You asked innocently, tilting your head and raising your brows.

She scoffed, "You know what I mean," she took another step closer to you, her eyes making quick work of travelling over your figure again, "the girl who finally tied him down, it's never going to last. I mean," she moved her hand in a circular gesture in front of your face, "look at you. I mean, you're...nice looking, some might say, but none of that matters, you seem soft, too soft, he'll get bored."

"Oh really?" You quipped, sipping from your drink, "I mean, it's not really any of your business, is it?"

She laughed fakely, "Cute, his bitch has a bite to her. Do you seriously think you can keep his attention for that long? I mean, look at him," the both of you briefly looked over to JJ who was stood next to Pope, his head thrown back as he laughed, the vest he was wearing showing more than it concealed, "he'll get bored, mark my words."

A sigh left your lips and you ran your tongue over your teeth, "You wanna see bored?"

"What?" She frowned, clearly under the impression her words would have cause you to back down by now, "Is that a challenge or something?"

"Yes," your lips curled upwards, "yes it is."

"Alright," she composed herself, "go on. Show me how not bored his is with you."

You downed your drink and threw the red plastic cup at her feet, a smirk growing on your face as you walked over to JJ. You placed a hand on the sliver of his bare torso that was on display through the large cut-off sleeves of his vest. His attention was immediately on you, he threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, kissing the top off your head and then pulling back to take a sip of his beer. The weight of his toned arm over your shoulder was a reminder that he was yours, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

You took some steps back, JJ following after you, the two of you now in the dark corner of the room, separated from the others who were closer to the main gathering of sweaty people dancing and grinding on each other. JJ's back was pressed against the wall, both his arms thrown over your shoulders, one of his hands still holding a mostly empty cup of warm beer. "What's up, mama? Hm?"

"Wanna make you feel good, J." You murmured, looking up at his face, his features highlighted by the blue lights in the room. On of your hands remained on the bare skin of his torso, the other grabbing onto the belt loop of his shorts.

He chuckled, tilting his head down so your foreheads were nearly touching, strands of his hair curling in front of his eyes. "Oh yeah, right here in front of all these people." The corner of his lips quirked up, he glanced over your shoulder, clearly cocking the blonde girl who had her eyes on the two of you, her jaw clenched, "You tryn'a prove a point, huh baby?" He asked as if he didn't already know the answer, bent his neck to press a kiss to your exposed shoulder, "Is someone jealous, hm?"

"Yes, want everyone here to know that you're mine just as much as I'm yours." You too him honestly, tugging at his belt loop, pulling his hips closer to you.

Another chuckle left his lips and he pulled back from your shoulder to lean his forehead against your own, "Go on then, prove your point."

Your hand instantly left his belt loop, making quick work to unbutton his shorts and slip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around his already hardened length.You slowly pumped you hand the way you knew he liked, a low groan left his lips and he threw his head back. Your eyes were locked on the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed a moan, you pushed forwards and began to suck at his neck, desperate to leave your mark while you continued to mike your hand back and forth.

"Fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly to meet the movements of your hand.

A pleased grin was on your lips as your lips detached from his neck, a prominent mark already developing. JJ's lips were parted as pants that bordered on the line of moans escaped him "What, you close already? You like knowing that someone could see?" You asked, knowing all too well that he liked it.

He looked back down at you, a light layer of sweat present on his forehead, "Fuck, you're so hot, mama." He all but moaned before capturing your lips with his own, pulling away all too soon to bury his face in you neck as a moan left his lips, his body stiffening as he finished in your hand. You smiled in satisfaction, slipping your hand out of his trousers, JJ pulled back from you and watched as you brought your hand to your mouth, cleaning off your fingers. He shook his head, as you dropped your hand from your mouth, and pressed his lips back to yours, kissing you as though he had been deprived of the feeling of your lips against his.

You faintly head the sound of him dropping his cup, his arms moving off of your shoulders so that he could grip your hips, pulling you in closer, your chest pressed against him. He broke from your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw to nip at your earlobe, "You're so good t'me, " he mumbled, "are you satisfied now? Hm?"

"Yo, J!" John B yelled over at the two of you in amusement, "Get a room, man."

The two of you pulled apart, laughing in slight embarrassment, "C'mon," JJ nodded over in the direction of the group and stepped away from you, swinging an arm back over your shoulder and leading the both of you back in the direction of the others.

When the two of you go there, you were met with various looks of disgust and amusement, "That was nasty, I hope you know that," Sarah commented, her nose turned up, Pope nodding in agreement.

You excused yourself to go and get drinks for yourself and JJ, you brushed passed the blonde girl who was stood there with a hateful look on her face, but you could only smile smugly, leaning in, your mouth near her ear, "How's that for bored?"

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[kikyoupdates]

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yandere!ocs x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

Your parents are thrilled to have secured an engagement for you with the royal family. Your suitor, the crown prince, has agreed to be wed to you. It seems as though your entire future has been assured, so why is it that from this moment onward, your life starts to fall apart at the seams?

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[Name],

My parents have instructed me to invite you to the palace so that we can spend some time together. Please find the time to come meet me tomorrow. Failing to do so would not place you on good terms with my family.

Xeno.

You gaped down at the letter, absolutely dumfounded. It was easily the most dry, unpleasant personal message you had ever received. And what, was this supposed to be a threat? He was a prince, for crying out loud, and yet his manners were practically nonexistent.

“Look at this,” you scoffed, waving the letter in front of Ella’s face. “Do you see what I mean? This is how he speaks to me. If he’s going to act like this, of course I’m not particularly thrilled about our engagement.”

Ella’s eyes kept darting to and from the page. “Um… forgive me, my lady, but I’m not so sure I should be reading any sort of correspondence you have with the Crown Prince…”

“I’m letting you see it, so it’s fine. Don’t you agree that it’s ridiculous?”

“I-It’s really not in my place to comment,” she stammered.   

“Oh, come on. You can’t lie. He’s an asshole.”

“Miss…”

“Asshole,” you muttered, crumpling up the letter between your fingers. “He has no tact whatsoever. He doesn’t even try to pretend like he wants to see me. It’s just his parents forcing him to. And he’s clearly giving me no choice in the matter, otherwise the King and Queen will be upset with me. Such a prick.”

Poor Ella was at a loss for words. You loved your sweet little maid. She was one of your closest, most valued companions. You knew you shouldn’t be burdening her with all this, but every time you told yourself it wasn’t that bad and decided to give Xeno the benefit of the doubt, he went ahead and pulled something like this.

You stared down at the crumpled letter for a few moments, then eventually smoothed out the wrinkles with your hands. “Actually, I’m going to show this to my parents and see what they think of it. They’re so fond of kissing up to the royal family and acting as if they’re all saints. I wonder if this might change the impression they have.”

It didn’t, of course.

“He simply gets straight to the point,” your mother defended. “Prince Xeno must be very busy with all his duties. It’s understandable that he wouldn’t have much time to invest in writing his letters.”

“If anyone ever wrote to either of you this way, you would be furious.”

“We are in no place to be judging him,” your father eagerly piled on. “Remember, we are forever at the service of the King and Queen. Xeno may be a little curt, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a good person. You just don’t know him very well yet, that’s all.”

No matter what you said, no matter how Xeno acted around you or whatever evidence you provided, their opinion would never be swayed. All you could do was shake your head and sigh in defeat, the same way you always did. You were already dreading tomorrow.

Your mother patted your shoulder. “Don’t look so dejected. Why don’t you go into town for a bit before you meet with him tomorrow and pick out a nice gift? I’m sure he’ll be pleasantly surprised, and this is a good opportunity to commemorate your engagement as well.”

“But I don’t even know what he likes,” you protested. “I don’t even know if there are things he likes.”

“It’s the thought that counts. He’ll appreciate it no matter what.”

Right. Somehow, you highly doubted that. He’d probably scrunch up his nose and think that you were trying too hard to kiss up to him. Well, whatever. Maybe you could at least pick out some treats for yourself while you were in town.

With the exception of that horrible week you’d spent running all over the place to prepare your dress for the engagement party, it had been quite a while since you’d gone into town. It had just been day after day of dealing with visiting nobles and that recent debacle concerning your new tutor. Though you couldn’t exactly call this a break, per se, it would be nice to just walk around for a bit and take some time for yourself.

The following day, as per Xeno’s classless letter, you went into town by carriage along with a few servants. They pretty much insisted on following you everywhere, but they didn’t pester you or anything, so you were free to keep to your own devices.

At first you just walked around, enjoying the beautiful weather and the fresh air. After a while, it became abundantly clear that you had no particular goal in mind. You really had no clue what Xeno would appreciate as a gift. Food was probably the most logical decision. It was better than some random, permanent trinket that he probably wouldn’t even end up using. Also, if you were being honest, you were getting kind of hungry anyways.

You turned towards one of your servants. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in town. Have any new shops opened up recently? I was thinking of picking out something nice to eat for when I visit the Prince.”

“I haven’t heard of anything in particular, my lady. Would you like us to ask around?”

“Hm, I guess that wouldn’t hurt. We’ve still got quite a bit of time, so how about we split up? You can all go around and report back to me if you hear about anything good.”

He gave you a worried look. “Oh, but… your father told us to stay right by your side and make sure nothing happened to you.”

“Fine,” you sighed. “Then two of you can go ask around, and one of you can stay with me while I browse shops and restaurants on my own. How does that sound?”

They nodded, hastily deciding who would stay and who would go. You would have honestly preferred to just make a day out of this, perusing through town and enjoying the sunshine. Still, now that you were already here, you may as well get what you’d come for.

Something Xeno would enjoy…

You didn’t have the faintest idea. His icy demeanor did a pretty good job of shutting you out and keeping you fully in the dark. He was so dry and rough around the edges. Also bitter. He was definitely bitter. Put all those things together and you got…

“What’s dry, has a rough texture, and also tastes bitter?” you asked the servant.

“I-I beg your pardon? That doesn’t sound like it would be all that palatable…”

He was probably right about that. The closest thing that fit your impression of Xeno was burnt vegetables, and you got the sense that he would probably kick you out of the palace if you brought something like that as a gift.

Just like that, you were back to square one, but you didn’t mind the challenge. It actually gave you the opportunity to find all kinds of new, tasty food—mostly for yourself. If your parents had given you a larger sum to spend, you might have bought a dish from just about every restaurant you stepped into.

“I’m still having trouble deciding,” you sighed. “No matter where I look, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s just going to hate whatever I bring…”

“That’s not true, my lady. He will love it, I’m sure.”

Everyone seemed so eager to say that. Obviously, they were just trying to be encouraging, but they also clearly didn’t know what Xeno was like. Perhaps you were being a bit too ambitious, trying to stumble upon some extravagant dish that you were hoping he’d never eaten before. Yeah. That was probably unrealistic. It might just be better to stick to something simple instead.

You looked towards the other end of the street, where clusters of people were coming out of a store carrying small boxes in their arms. It was a store you didn’t recognize, but based on all the customers that seemed to be going in and out the doors, it seemed like the business was thriving.

“Just a moment,” you said. “I’m going to go take a look.”

“Ah, Lady [Name]! Where should I wait—?”

The sound of his voice soon became lost in the crowd. You cut through the large group of people and stepped through the doors, curious to find out what had everyone so excited. The second you walked inside, you were greeted with a sweet aroma, the scent of baked bread, fresh fruit, and lots and lots of sugar.

It was a pastry store. The interior was decorated with soft, pastel colors that complimented the countless delicious treats on display. You could feel your mouth watering already. Everything looked so good. You could easily spend a whole day here sampling out all kinds of desserts, but you got the feeling that Xeno wouldn’t much care for any of this. It was probably a waste of time.

You were about to turn around and leave, but the woman behind the counter called out to you in a cheery voice.

“Welcome,” she smiled. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

“Oh, um… I’m not sure. I don’t think I’m—”

“Ah!” she suddenly exclaimed. “You are… pardon me, but aren’t you Lady [Name]? I thought I recognized you from somewhere. Our shop once catered the desserts for a tea party hosted at your manor.”

You smiled and nodded, feeling a bit guilty that you didn’t recognize her at all. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry. I must not have recognized the name of the store. My mother organizes most of those events, so I didn't realize who you were. But it seems as if she made a good decision to hire you back then, just based on how popular your store is.”

“There’s no need to apologize. I only saw you the one time, in passing. And yes, we were a relatively small business back then, but we’ve since made a bit of a name for ourselves, I suppose. Oh, and I heard the news! You’re engaged to Prince Xeno now, are you not?”

“Y-Yes.”

“That’s amazing!” she beamed, clasping her hands together. “You have my congratulations. I hope the two of you are very happy together.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Oh, I know. To celebrate the occasion, how about I let you have some desserts on the house?”

“I couldn’t possibly,” you shook your head. “I very much appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t want to put you out. I probably need to be on my way regardless. I’ve been looking for something to eat to bring the Prince, but I still have no clue what he’d enjoy. I should keep on searching.”

Her smile just got even wider. “Well, that’s perfect. It just so happens that Prince Xeno loves our strawberry shortcakes. Why don’t I send you off with a box of them?”

“He loves… strawberry shortcake?”

You couldn’t help but wonder if she was messing with you. Someone as cold and stuck-up as Xeno, liking something as fluffy as strawberry shortcake? While it was possible that he had a sweet tooth, the image was just so jarring that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around it.

“I’m sure it must seem out of character for him,” she chuckled. “But I can promise you that he really does enjoy them. He likely has all sort of talented chefs around the palace to whip up his favorite desserts for him, but every now and then we still get a bulk order to deliver to him. Especially for any large gatherings they hold; we always get rather busy around those times.”

“Well, you probably know better than I do,” you acknowledged. “I’ll take a few shortcakes, in that case.”

“Excellent! Like I said, they’re on the house.”

“No, no, I’ll pay.”

“Please, I insist.”

You tried to protest further, but she was already loading several pastries into a box for you. She carefully folded the edges in and patted everything in place, then handed it to you with a bright smile.

“Here you are. I promise you he’ll enjoy them.”

“Thank you very much,” you smiled appreciatively. “I was really at a loss as to what to bring over.”

“It’s my pleasure. With time, I’m sure you’ll discover all his preferences.” She then cleared her throat, suddenly looking a tad nervous. “Speaking of… have you been finding it difficult being around the Prince? You know, because of his condition…?”

“Condition?”

She must’ve realized she’d said too much, because she’d all but clamped her palms over her mouth. “I-I apologize!” she stammered out. “I’m not even sure what I was trying to say… please, ignore my rambling. I hope you enjoy your time together!”

You flashed her a skeptical look, but she probably wouldn’t have explained, even if you stayed around to pester her. You’d already spent quite a bit of time in town. If you didn’t hurry up and leave soon, you would end up being late, and you got the feeling Xeno would never let you live that down.

“Very well. Thank you again for the pastries. Have a nice day.”

Equipped with your box of strawberry shortcakes, you stepped outside, feeling a lot more confident than earlier. You had to push your way through the crowds again—it was exceptionally busy this time of day—and you traced your steps back to regroup with your servant.

Only to realize that he was nowhere to be found.

I thought he was going to wait? Perhaps I ran off too quickly.

You sighed. This complicated things somewhat. It wasn’t anything too major; you could just head back to where you’d left the carriage and you were sure they’d naturally make their way over as well. Walking with the large box in your arms was slightly awkward, and you really wished that one of the servants was here to help you. The midday sun was beating down much more vigorously than before, burning your cheeks and making you squint through the rays.

Momentarily blinded by the brightness, you accidentally walked straight into someone, nearly dropping the box to the ground.

“Shit!” you cursed out. “That was close…”

“Watch where you’re going, goddammit!”

The young man you’d just bumped into was glaring you down. He had pretty mint-green eyes framed by long lashes, and turquoise colored hair that cascaded down the sides of his face. He was also wearing a familiar white uniform—the official garb of Aeolia’s knights.

You pressed your lips together. “That’s rather rude. I apologize, but the sun had gotten in my eyes and I couldn’t quite see for a moment. There’s no need to yell at me. And why should I be the only one to watch where I’m going? You didn’t notice me either. My pastries might have gotten crushed.”

“Right, your pastries,” the man reiterated sarcastically. “That would have been a tragedy.”

“Well, seeing as these pastries are a gift for my fiancé, Prince Xeno, your statement is really not that much of an exaggeration.”

That sure got a reaction out of him. You were usually loath to play the “prince’s betrothed” card, but it did a pretty good job of shutting people up.

“Oh,” he said simply, his eyes slowly widening. “Oh. You are… the prince’s—”

“Future wife, yes.”

All of a sudden, he looked like a guilty puppy. “I-I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t realize who you were. Lady [Name], correct? Please forgive my rudeness. I’ve been known to get irritated a little too quickly…”

“It’s funny how your tone changed the second you knew who I was,” you snorted.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you,” he mumbled shamefully. “I was already in a bad mood to start, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have yelled at anyone like that, let alone you. Will you accept my apology?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange to ask for my forgiveness when you haven’t even introduced yourself?”

His cheeks darkened from embarrassment. “Ah… yes. My name is Keith. Keith Lybell. I apologize again for my rude reaction, Lady [Name].”

“It’s fine,” you chuckled. “I wasn’t really all that upset anyways. But I appreciate you owning up to your mistake.”

“Thank you for your understanding. Um, that box looks quite heavy,” he remarked. “Is there no one to help you carry it?”

“I got separated from my servants earlier. I’m heading to my carriage now, so that I can get to the palace in time for my meeting with the Prince.”

“I could carry it for you,” he offered. “And escort you to your carriage so you aren’t walking all alone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s the least I could do. I am still a protector of the people, after all. This much is nothing.”

You, for one, couldn’t wait to let go of that bulky box, and you handed it over to Keith gratefully. Perhaps he really was only kissing up to you, but you appreciated the help. And maybe you’d just caught him in a bad mood. Knights were, for the most part, hardworking selfless people. They put their lives on the line for the greater good.  

Keith kept glancing over at you, a little unsure what to say. “If you don’t mind me asking… what is in this box?”

“Strawberry shortcake.”

“Eh?”

“Yes. Apparently the Prince is fond of it.”

“Huh.” He scrunched up his nose. “I can’t really picture that.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” you mused. “I personally assumed he hated anything and everything, just based on how he acted.”

“Is it okay for you to be saying those things?”

You flashed him a teasing look. “Why? Are you going to tell on me?”

“N-No,” he blushed. “Of course not.”

“Then we’re fine. Besides, if he ends up not liking these, that just means there’s more for me. Oh,” you blinked. “My carriage is right over there. You can hand me the box back now.”

Keith placed the box back in your hands, just in time for a familiar squeal to pierce through the air.

“My lady!” one of your servants panted as he ran over, looking absolutely traumatized. “I-I’m so sorry! You just ran off so quickly, I lost sight of you in the crowd. I tried following after you, but I wasn’t sure which store you’d gone into, and—and—”

“Relax,” you chuckled, patting his head. “I’m fine. This nice knight helped walk me over. Nothing happened.”

Keith quirked a brow. “I’m nice?”

“You aren’t?”

“Uh… maybe. No one’s ever called me that before.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” With the help of your servant, you stepped up into the carriage, placing the box of shortcakes on your lap. “Thank you, Keith,” you smiled. “And I’m sorry again for bumping into you. I hope I didn’t take up too much of your time.”

Keith looked like he wanted to say something, but the carriage door closed, and he clamped his lips shut, offering a timid wave instead.

[imjustsocute]

How do you think Lisette would react when she finds out Vasili joined the Pantheon — and his aim was to kill Adler throughout all these years after his fate during Solovetsky, but the problem crosses, realising that Lisette was married with Adler and had kids, which makes Vasili even conflicted, which luckily in the end he doesn't kill him as he finally sides with the CIA, one last time to stop the Pantheon from pursuing their plans.. but he chooses to finally spend a peaceful life — abandoning his friends he once called family, cause the man thought if he stayed in their presence, he'd make them suffer too, and one of them was Lisette. He spared Adler because he had kids. He was a husband to Lisette, the one he called her as his little sister. Sure, he wouldn't forgive Adler for what he did, but he would have him be happy with Lisette because he couldn't sacrifice her happiness because of his suffering. It was a really, really tough decision, but he chose to be a single father for Belikov's children (in my AU), learning to be human again :)

Of course, Lisette would be very disappointed and regret what Vasili had done, the man she once called “big brother” but now he is just a pathetic guy who tried to kill her husband for vengeance. Lisette felt pity. She felt pity for this sad man. “You were a good brother to me, Vasili, but……you’re not different from him right now…to take whatever it takes for nothing…” she said with a sad smile on her face. She knows that she has no right to judge him like that but she wants him to let all the suffering that shackles him for a long time, bury it in the past, and find a reason to live for the best of himself.

After she finds out that he has proven himself to warn her about the Pantheon wanting to get rid of her and her children he helps them escape from both the CIA and the Patheon. She just asked why. Why is he doing this? Is it really worth it to sacrifice his soul for revenge? He only smiles. "No, it's not worth it at all.....I already paid the costs of what I have done." Now he's ready to atone for his sins. Vasili didn't hope for forgiveness from her if he got out of her life she would be happy with her family. 'The True Family'

Lisette saw it in his eyes. 'Sincerity'. No lies, no pretending only ingenuousness that's just the reason enough to forgive him already. She told him that he did not need to do this, to stay with her and they could be together again. But it's too late, Vasili already made the decision he's going to leave her. he doesn't want to make her suffer anymore. Lisette couldn't help anything but let him go no matter how she tried to convince him he wouldn't listen to her and leave anyway. Before Vasili did go Lisette said goodbye to him "Be happy, brother." Vasili kissed her forehead. "You will be my lovely sister forever." And this was the last meeting between them."

(OMG. I had never written such a long story like this before. My grammar must really suck. I'm sorry if anything went wrong with my writing. And thanks for asking! I really fun writing interactions between OCs even though my English is terrible.🫠)

[jade-bright]

"Pack Bonding Activity" that the pups (Erica most likely) came up with for them to do

Pack: We listen and we don't judge!

Allison: Sometimes, my dad didn't really ground me, I just needed a moment to be by myself away from all or you

Pack: (with a mix of offense and understanding) We listen and we don't judge!

Jackson: At the rave, I was equally as into Erica as I was into Isaac, and if I wasn't being mind controlled or whatever, I would've made out with Isaac

Pack: (with some raised eyebrows and half amused smiles) We listen and we don't judge!

Scott: After Stiles was right about me being a werewolf and helping me with control, one day he'd offhandedly asked if I had a knot; it freaked me out so much, that I went home and masturbated just to be sure

Pack: (a few disgusted faces and a few with questioning expressions as to what the answer is) ...We listen and we don't judge

Lydia: There were several times I really wanted to sabotage Allison and Scott's relationship because I realized I had a crush on her, and in my many drunk states, I wanted to kiss her

Pack: (some surprised faces) We listen and we don't judge!

Boyd: I saw Stiles and Scott kiss once when we were kids, then when I went home and my grandma asked me how my day was, I told her they got married

Pack: (Laughing) We listen and we don't judge!

Erica: Sometimes I think, that in another life, if we were superheroes in DC, Derek would be Batman and Stiles would be Catwoman

Pack: ...We listen and we don't judge!

Isaac: I'm pretty sure I've had some form of a crush on everyone in this room

Pack: (nods of agreement from Erica)

Isaac: (looking towards Sterek) We've also all tried to set the two of you up together

Pack: We listen and we don't judge...

Derek: (looks at Stiles)

Stiles: (looks back at Derek)

Derek: We already knew a lot of these

Stiles: And we were already dating before your guys' first attempt

ok but imagine the pack doing the trend ‘we listen and we don’t judge’

[levelofyoureye]

me vs genuinely trying not to tweak when something about the russian olympic trio from beijing 2022 goes viral and then all of the comments/replies are full of people who don’t actually care about figure skating BLATANTLY spreading misinformation about what happened

[syrenki]

post depressive episode clarity like what the fuck do you mean they'll never disappear, just fade.

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[brittlebutch]

forgive any incomprehensibility but the notion that the world can be cleanly split between the two immutable categories of 'the neurotypical' and 'the neurodiverse' ignores the reality that any person can at any point for any reason be arbitrarily 'diagnosed' by a 'professional' and shuttled between categories with no regard for the notions of 'accurate traits' or 'specific symptoms'. nice dichotomy what lies outside of it? you understand me?

[girlivealwaysbean]

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[florida3exclamationpoints]

[firstkhao]

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[jessiesjaded]

Honestly, the most annoying part of fandom now for me personally is just that... I really don't need to know every detail of the thing I'm a fan of- not to say I don't love learning interesting little things but this obsession with knowing absolutely everything is so draining to me, especially private things. I don't need to know the director of the movie I enjoyed cheated on his wife once 20 years ago. I don't need to know that two actors had a fling once upon a time. I don't need to read every old interview from the guy who created the game I love just because I happen to love the thing he created, if you personally feel compelled to find out every last detail of every person involved in creating something, that's great for you! But please don't expect everyone else to be like that, too.

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

the mortifying ordeal of having your interests clocked