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drewlover · 8 months
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when hades took away sally percy was so hurt and. he was only twelve. nd the scene when he looks at camp half-blood & its beautiful but he thinks nothing shld look beautiful. my mom is gone why is the world not black. when he accepted the quest but only bc His Mom Was There Too. when the sea nymph looked like sally and his heart broke into pieces. WHEN HE SAW SALLT BUT REALIZED HE COULDNT CHOOSE HER 😭😭………. when he got her back nd he was so happy and and and when he made the choice 2 go back to her after summer.. my baby
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jennycalendar · 3 months
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something about amy is so little-girl wonder and i find myself so enchanted by it. she just so rigidly does not want to grow up and does not want to come to terms with the way the world works and wants the doctor to be able to magically fix everything that feels wrong and fucked up. and the doctor does keep on repeatedly failing her but she still can't let go of him! can't lose her faith because that means accepting how scary and out of control the whole world is! the reality of van gogh hits her like a ton of bricks and it hurts to watch. the way she closes off. the way she is suddenly all sharp edges.
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intertexts · 1 day
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dressing in pure colorblocked black and white to signify both my mod, avant-garde sensibilities & my neutral moral alignment
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ex-tenebris · 8 months
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River my beloved, I'm gonna get you a bf don't you worry bby
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riordanness · 23 days
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slow motion, double vision - [w.scobell]
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warnings: self harm (reader)
requested: yes!
a/n: please do not read this if you struggle with self harm and won’t feel comfortable reading about it (it’s not described at all and reader doesn’t do it in this but it’s said that she has and a brief description of her wrist is also in this. don’t read this if you aren’t going to cope with that. and if you are struggling w self harm, reach out to me, please!! <3)
Another day on the Percy Jackson set. Today, we are filming a scene between Percy and Annabeth, an argument.
Walker gives me a grin once he’s finished up with the makeup crew. “Hey, you,” he says with an easy smile.
I try to replicate it. Walker has this gift. He’s so good at it. At everything. Life, acting, smiling.
All the things I struggle with.
“Hey,” I say back. “Looking good.”
“Says you.” He gives me an appreciative look. “My girlfriend looks adorable.”
I immediately get flustered. No matter how many days I’m dating Walker for, I think him calling me his girlfriend will always make me flutter inside.
“I'm not your girlfriend anymore,” I joke. “I’m Annabeth Chase, Seaweed Brain.”
He grins. “See you out there.”
As soon as he’s gone, my heart sinks again. It’s like he’s the only thing in the world that brings any kind of light to my darkness. The only smile on my sad face. The only sweet words I can say.
“The chair is the bargain,” Walker, as Percy, says. “One of us goes in, the other gets the shield.”
“I’ll do it,” I say, stepping forward, a determined look on my face.
“What? What a minute!” Walker reaches over and grabs my wrist. A flicker of pain crosses my features, but quick as lighting, I go back into character, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Whoever goes in isn’t coming out!” I say, my voice rising a little at the end.
“I know, that’s why I said wait.”
“This isn’t the arch, Seaweed Brain,” I snap in response.
“Cut!” someone yells, and I instantly break character, as does Walker.
The directing team is talking amongst themselves, which is usually a sign for us to just chat and wait for them to be ready to film again.
“Hey,” Walker comes close to me, his voice quiet. “Are you okay?”
I look at him, feigning a frown. “Course I’m okay. Why?”
He looks concerned, his blue eyes staring deep into mine. “You flinched just now. When I grabbed you.”
“Oh,” I laugh, which comes out so brittle I almost wince. “Nah, it’s all good. Just acting.” I’m brushing him off, and he knows that.
“I’m gonna grab a drink,” I tell him, and disappear before he can argue with me about it.
He finds me in the bathrooms. I’m standing over a sink, gripping the sides like a dramatic Draco Malfoy-wannabe. I have tears in my eyes, but the second I hear someone behind me, I brush them away.
“Y/n?” Walker asks quietly. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
I can’t answer, his sweet words just making me want to cry harder. I can only shake my head.
He buries me in a hug, his chin on top of my head, and his arms encircling me tightly. “Love,” he says again, speaking softly into my hair, “tell me what’s wrong.”
“Walker, I—“ I cannot bring myself to say the words, so I pull back from the hug, and pull up the sleeve of my Annabeth jacket. Across the inside of my left wrist are stripes of harsh red, jagged and fresh.
Walker’s eyes shatter, a million emotions and words and thoughts all inside their clear blue at once. His mouth opens a little.
“Y/n—“
“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I’m so so sorry.”
He immediately folds me back into his arms. “You have no reason to be sorry,” he says roughly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you feel this awful about yourself. I’m so sorry you felt like you had no other choice. But please—“ I can tell by his voice that he’s upset. Somehow, that makes me feel even worse.
“Please come talk to me before you do something like that,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I manage.
“Do you promise?” he asks, his voice ragged.
“I promise on the River Styx.”
I feel his smile through my hair. “I love you.”
I smile too, his warmth and love spreading through me like an antidote. “I love you too, Walk.”
He pulls away from the hug, his fingertips brushing the broken skin of my wrist as lightly as he can. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get this cleaned and dressed properly, okay?”
I let him take me by the hand, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely and totally safe and understood.
With him.
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redheadspark · 3 months
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hawuuu don't mind my last one cause someone else did the same prompt with the same character so just change it to 11. "i wasn't blushing! it was hot out." "it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking." With Druig still
Thank u and happy new year
A/N - HAWUU! I love this request for him since he would be in denial and all ;)! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!
Give It
Summary - Druig was afraid to give his heart away for the longest time. Maybe it was time for a change
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Warnings - Mostly fluff
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“Wow,”
“Never seen snow before, Druig?”
Druig glared at Kingo as he chuckled.  The fresh fallen snow over the small London park was enough to make Druig look around in wide-eyed wonder.  It was vastly different from the Amazon, the hot sticky humidity against his skin and the blazing sun on the back of his neck.  He was used to the tall trees, the plenty of wildlife around him that would screech day and night, and even the rolling mountains and again river outside his little shack.  Those 500 years away from the rest of the world were a protective bubble for him.
But London?  That was wide-eyed for the Mind Controller.
The small park they were at was right outside of Kingo’s London flat, a lavish penthouse he just bought months before to stay in while he would shoot a movie.  After it was decided to go out to find other Eternals in other parts of the universe, the group wanted to make a pit stop in London to say goodbye to Sprite and Kingo, and for Thena, Makkari, and Druig to see London and all its glory.  It seemed tempting, though Druig was a creature of comfort.  He would rather stay on The Domo, but knowing the rest of the group, a small stop in London was not a bad idea.
In fact, it was your idea.  
Knowing that it was going to be snowing, you wanted to see the city covered in snow before you would be stuck on a ship with the other three.  You loved the snow yourself, having the ability to control and manipulate water and ice with the tips of your fingers.  It was no wonder when the group separated 500 years ago, you went off traveling to the North and explored some of the color elements of Earth.  You landed in rural Russia, having your own cabin out in the middle of the woods.  The group found you cutting down your own wood, thinking of you more like a lumberjack and in your natural element of the dead winter with freezing winds and almost below temps.  But to you, it was home.
Sersi and Sprite had an apartment not too far away, the rest of the family went over to visit and see before they found themselves at a local park.  Thena was perched on a park bench, enjoying the small peace not too far away and admiring the fallen snowflakes that were dancing in her golden hair.  Druig was watching from the side, still in his black leather jacket and boots that were winking slightly in the snow and a small shiver was licking up his spine.  He couldn’t help but shiver, not used to the cold himself, and was never a true fan of it.  Inwardly, he was mentally glad they would be on the Domo with controlled temperatures soon.
Laughter was heard over to the left, Druig looking to see a snowball fight broke out with some of the group.  Makkari, Sprite and you threw snowballs at each other, almost seeming like childcare yourself. Sprite was literally the only child, laughing her head off as she threw a massive snowball at you, but you dodged it with ease before launching back at her.  Druig couldn’t help but watch, and if he was honest, he had his eye on you for some time.
But of course, being away for 500 years he thought those feelings were buried and no longer irrelevant.  He had a small crush, that was for certain, and it lasted for quite some time back in the earlier days on Earth. Druig admired how raw you were, the stubbornness you had in the way you fought and the way you defended yourself.  Your spitfire soul and the natural beauty you had in your cheeks and curves made him entranced.  
Makkari called him a “Lovesick Puppy” a few times, but he would only shove her and let it roll off his shoulders.  He ignored the side comments from the others, thought he would stay up at night, and wondered what it would be like to be with you.  Would you even think of him the way way?  Doubtful, though you were cordial with him all the time and always confided with him with your own insecurities. Not to mention you would stand up to him when the others, mostly Ikaris, would put him down and make him feel less than he was.  You saw goodness in him, and Druig never knew that you cried when he walked away all those years ago.  He never knew you had feelings for him and found him not only handsome, but kind and filled with a powerful urge to serve and help.  
Neither of you admitted to the other.
Now, after saving the world and bringing peace to the very species that they protected for centuries, the feelings were coming back with both yourself and with Druig.  
“You can’t use your speed, Makkari!” Druig heard Sprite chastise Makkari, whom was throwing out three snowballs back to back to back.  You laughed as you grabbed some fresh snow next to your foot, making snowballs as fast as you could before Makkari slammed one into your forehead.  Sprite roared in laughter as Druig smiled, seeing your face etched in snow and a wide grin on your face.  He didn’t notice Sersi walking over to stand next to him, her kind smile as she watched Druig look on.
“You should tell her,” Sersi said to Druig, who looked over at her within a second with an asked brow.
“Tell her what?” He asked, Sersi only giving him a knowing look that an older sister would give.  Your giggle rang in the air, both Druig and Sersi looking as you tackled Sprite to the ground and tried to get some snow down her backside.  Kingo was taking pictures on his phone, though his face was then hit with a snowball thanks to Makkari and he ran off after her to retaliate.  Druig’s eyes were on you the whole time, both you and Sprite sitting on the snow ground and laughing so hard tears were seen in your eyes.  
He was a coward for so long in not saying how he felt, how he imagined what it would be like to have you in his life.  He dreamt of it at times and daydreamed during most of Ajak’s meetings or on his patrols late in the night. Druig faced Deviants before, and facing the celestial Tiamut himself was intimidating.  But he knew deep down that the scariest thing that he would ever do in his Immortal life, was telling you he liked you.
More than liked, he loved you.
“ ‘ Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold’.” Sersi quoted to Druig with a gentle nudge of her shoulder against Druig’. Druig snorted as he looked at her.
“Who said that?” He asked in sarcasm, Sersi rolled her eyes.
“Mark Twain.  That’s not the point!” She said as she pointed her finger at him, “You should say something before you regret it.  And it’s quite obvious in how you’re looking at her!  You were blushing a few minutes ago when she asked you a question!”
“I wasn’t blushing!  It was hot out!” He tried to argue.
“Back in my flat it was, It is literally snowing outside as we speak, are you joking?” She asked him, seeing him about to roll his eyes as she laced their arms together, “Druig, for as long as I have known you since we’re been on his planet, I know deep down you have a massive and empathetic heart.  We all see it and love it, especially her.  You shouldn’t waste it, you should give it.  Give it to her, Druig.” 
She gestured to you, who was helping Sprite, Kingo, and Makkari make a Snowman together in the middle of the snowy meadow.  Druig couldn’t help but smile, knowing deep down that Sersi was in fact right.  He loved that about Sersi, her kindness and empathy for everyone around her was infectious and something he wished he had himself.  But he also had to wonder if she knew all this time of his feelings for you, or if the others knew.  They had to have known, and if they did they never said anything to neither you or Druig.
In the end, it was up to the pair of you to make it happen. 
“Come on, Druig!  Unless you’re scared!”  Kingo was teasing him as he was getting a few snowballs ready.  Makkari, yourself, and Sprite were behind him, already ready for a second round of a snowball fight and waiting for Druig to join.  Druig look over at you, seeing the flushness in your cheeks and how you too were filled with a sense of joy and happiness in such a simple love for snow.  Perhaps he would be brave, make the denial go away, and give his love to you. 
He carefully reach down to take some snow in his hands, the bitter cold ice against his pale fingers made him shiver as he made a ball and cocked his hand back.
He was ready.  Game on.
The End
January Prompt Session
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neonscandal · 3 months
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explain to me how bakugo is traumatized. the kid he grew up with was nice to him once and he immediately came to the conclusion that he should die. that's not trauma, that's being insane.
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I'm going to start with the fact that, justifiably, there's never a reason to tell someone to kill themselves. Additionally, note that me saying Bakugo is traumatized does not mean that Midoriya is also not traumatized.
Regarding your question, the trauma that I mentioned on a recent ask, (I assume this one prompted your question) referenced the following:
Captured by the Slime Villain, effectively bound and suffocated in front of an audience (doesn't include the fall out after being someone who is publicly assaulted)
Muzzled, bound and robbed of autonomy in front of a national audience at the Sports Festival
Kidnapped and bound by the LOV (the forcible binding is recurrent through all the above)
Don't really have to go into the swath of issues he and Class 1A likely can and do develop from being child pawns in a war of adults but that can be applied as well re: survivor's guilt, PTSD, paranoia from the mole, etc. from the PLF arc and up until current manga events (I didn't feel like a spoiler warning).
Things that people don't tend to capture in the box of Bakugo's characterization:
He comes from a verbally and physically abusive household, demonstrably (you can jump down to the second paragraph of Bakugo's Strengths listed here for my thoughts on that impact)
Forced to defend himself against older kids from a young age and possibly on a recurring basis, as referenced in the above image. We could probably chalk the confrontation up to a consequence of his false overconfidence, sure. But does that justify 4th graders ganging up on what looks like a kindergartener/first grader?
As for Bakugo and Midoriya's relationship, we don't have much to go on. We know they were close and amicable as kids, things likely went to shit when Midoriya didn't develop a quirk, there's some beetle excursion in the woods that Bakugo refers back to a lot which is pending further context for readers/viewers, and then there's a fall in the river which really soured relations as Bakugo misinterpreted genuine kindness for condescension (see home life and such above). Again, none of this justifies the bullying we see at the start of the series or the way their interactions have shocking physical components. But what I do find interesting is that I've previously likened Bakugo's disposition to Endeavors but, in retrospect, I think he's a strong parallel for Dabi too.
Dabi's rage stems from being robbed of what he thinks is his inalienable birthright as the oldest son and heir to Endeavor's legacy. He disproportionately targets Shouto as the usurper of what is rightfully his. Dabi's claim, of course, makes more sense from a traditional and, probably, cultural standpoint. But the reason I mention it is that I don't think Bakugo was constantly telling Midoriya to take a swan dive off a roof. It doesn't forgive the bullying but it contextualizes why, that day, the bullying reached a new height when Midoriya was outed for still trying to get into UA. Bakugo saw this as an immediate threat to his position because, even though he didn't admit it at the time, if anyone could get into UA, quirkless or not, Bakugo knew Midoriya could.
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Just as Midoriya has always seen Bakugo as being heroic and capable of being number 1, Midoriya proves time and time again that, even without a quirk, he's got the spirit of a hero and is successful in spaces where Bakugo is not. As the story progresses, we see evidence and the ultimate manifestation of Bakugo's remorse through his apology and other ways he's softened up. I'm not saying he wasn't a little shit but that's also not all he was (IDK if you've met kids but... without healthy socialization they can be little emotional terrorists). As things have unfolded, we see that, internally, Bakugo uses thoughts of Midoriya to galvanize his path forward and we've recently confirmed that when Bakugo spoke to Kirishima about strength... he was referring to Midoriya, you can scroll down to paragraphs around the last picture. I'm just gleeful about calling it. But, suffice it to say they've both been looking to one another this whole time.
There are still periphery pieces of their background missing because the story is largely from Midoriya's perspective. I don't think we'll get a comprehensive backstory but I think there will be some sort of meaningful explanation behind the beetle trip that may inform why Bakugo ultimately misinterpreted things so poorly at the river. I mean, maybe it's as simple as the fact that he couldn't fathom kindness because it's something not typically afforded to those who are perceived as strong. I don't know but I look forward to finding out.
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nanami-lover · 2 months
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Toji x You (Ode to Yebba's Heartbreak)
Okay I SWEAR this isn't sad, it's romantic, it's soft and has some angst to it but JUST READ WHAT I WROTE OKAY?? I can't stop painting Toji in a sweeter, heartfelt light
If you don't know the song Yebba's Heartbreak (pls listen it's so fucking good it has a sad backstory but it's got the double entendre for a reason) ANYWAY
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(Art Credits to @Daiko_ on weibo)
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
“How much better can I show my love for you, than say I do, I do, I do.” Toji is a man who has been beaten down in his life, isolated, outcasted, and rejected. He felt that life wasn’t made for him so he made it his way. He had a brief stint with a woman who was the love of his life (mother of Megumi) through and through, his love for her rang true and after her death, he was certain he would never know peace or know security again, especially in a relationship. That was until you came along. You two met at a bar and with what was going to be a one-night stand. But one thing led to another…
“I do, I do, I do.”
And here you are standing side by side with him, holding his hand as the rain falls outside of the bedroom window you shared, the home you owned.
“You may not know right where you’re going but– I do, I do, I do
He looks down at his rough hands in your delicate hand, the wedding ring he placed on your finger gleamed in the city lights as the rain cascaded.
“And all the times you wasn’t chosen, I’ll make it up to you”
He thinks of you as the sun, the stars, the universe. His universe. You gave him the peace he needed to, you became his safe haven just the same way he did for you. He couldn’t help but feel excited to call you and hear your voice. His heart leaped the first time you said ‘I love you’. He didn’t dare to say it first, for fear of hurting again. But when you said it, it was like a wave of relief overcame him.
“All of the feelings you’re not showin’, when your river’s overflowin’ mmm..”
You were the first person he truly cried in front of, cried tears of anguish, tears of joy. You held him close, your much smaller frame held him close on the nights his nightmares were visceral. The ease and soothe of your voice in his ear, healing decades of trauma and anguish. You made life easier for him.
“It’s the truth, I swear to you– I do, I do, I do”
He remembers the vows you spoke before him, how you loved and accepted him for all he was. Flaws and imperfections– tears of joy spilled down his face with a grin he never thought he would ever have again. You in that beautiful white dress, him in a maroon tuxedo. Slipping that beautiful wedding ring on you wear with pride. He remembers so well seeing the glow, the smile on your face as that beautiful warm autumn day brought him.
And all you are, I do, I do, I do
He reflects on every time he slipped up and had an angry outburst– never at you. Never with you, but you saw it and you accepted it. You knew where his hurt came from. You knew where it came from. You held his hands as he fell to his knees, crying into the hem of your shirt. You were his pillar and guiding light. His outbursts steadily became less and less with you, more laughter and compassion filled his chest. And it was all you.
“My single line of stars in noon, reflection of the moon. I do, I do, I do.”
He wanted to do everything with you, cook with you, star gaze with you– he loved when you pointed out constellations to him. He loved to get up early in the morning to watch the sunrise and hold your hand at every sunset. He loved how you cared for Megumi, and how you showed love and tenderness. Tenderness... Tenderness. A sweet but foreign word on his tongue. But it was tenderness he never received until he knew you. 
“Show my love for you– can I show my love for you?”
The way you loved Megumi, the way you loved him was the reason you were pregnant with two little twins, in a home you always dreamed of living in with a  man you love so dearly. Toji learned to love, be loved, and feel love with you. All thanks to you. And until his final breath, all he ever will ever want to do is show his love for you.
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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic
PART 7
💫PART 8💫
Disgruntled, Han stands there, out of breath, looking at you with the most crazed look in his eyes. His gaze briefly taking in your figure, travelling down your neck bone, the soft curves beneath your top, your exposed waistline. Whatever trace of upset and turmoil you might have been harboring inside your heart melts away the second you meet his watery orbs.
One. Two. Three. Three seconds and you're jumping at his neck, cupping his face and kissing him like nothing else matter. Cause. Nothing else matters.
He's startled by your sudden reaction but picks you straight up, enveloping you in his arms. He cries on your lips, salty little droplets falling down his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Hands flying to grip your waist, he steps inside your house, gently kicking the door shut with his foot, he sets you back down on the floor and drops to his knees, hugging your mid section, desperate to touch you and feel you and cry his heart out to you: "I'm an idiot, I'm a fucking idiot, god I hate myself, everything that I ever did to you was wrong, so wrong, from day one", he chokes.
You thread your fingers through the silky tufts of his dark hair, crying yourself in both relief and pain and confusion all at once. "I didn't mean to ignore you, please forgive me, my head just sucks and I couldn't function and god -I ...I never meant to hurt you, I'm so sorry", he pleads, big wet droplets falling onto your knees, his whole body quivering as he wailes.
Cracked open. That's how you feel. Everything within you now just flowing out like a river. You bend down on your knees and hug him tightly, hands palming his warm back, his shirt sticking to him with sweat, his wet cheeks pressing into your neck, "it's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let my feelings simmer for so long, I should've talked to you. I'm sorry, I hurt you too", you try to soothe him, stroking his back and his neck and his hair.
The warm kindle you felt in your chest that night, that wave of longing for him ...it all comes back to you. And maybe it's not even longing, it's belonging. To hold him like that, to feel him crumbling underneath your hands, it feels all too overwhelming for your little heart. The both of you stay like that, just embracing each other on the floor for god knows how long. No more words fall from your lips, just soft, tired breathing, a few little sobs here and there.
You kiss his cheek softly, little sniffing still leaving your mouth, "please never disappear on me like that ever again. I thought I was gonna loose my mind, I even speed drove to your house and then to Minho's to find you cause you wouldn't reply to any of my calls and texts", you admit rather embarrassed.
Han pouts, regretful eyes blinking worriedly at you, careful hands slipping beneath your top, caressing your back slowly, "hyung told me, I'm so sorry. Him letting me know is what ultimately set me off and convinced me I should've never acted the way I did", he leans in to kiss your cheeks and your eyelids and your nose, "you're never getting rid of me ever again though", he adds, his tone slightly playful, as though he's trying to lighten the mood.
The way he's holding you like you're the most precious thing he's ever had in his arms, the way he's letting his lips linger on your face and your jaw and your neck, that tells a different story.
Sighing contently, you flutter your eyes shut, letting him pull you onto his lap, delicate fingers running up and down your spine, not without eliciting tiny shivers all over your body, his kisses soft but persistent, covering up every inch of your exposed skin as he hums and sighs himself. A complete departure from the way he last touched you so intimately. There's no urge, no hunger, lust eyes now filled with something that resembles adoration, gratefulness. Gentle touches, soft breathing. It's like he's rediscovering you all over again.
"Han ...I'm in love with you.". Your heart beats fast in your chest, drumming hard in its chamber. Han chokes against the goosebumps covered skin on your neck, he looks up at you, tilting his head slightly so he can look you straight in the eyes: "you are? after everything that went down... every wrong that I did to you ...you're in love with me?", he sputters, eyes wide, fond, shining with unshed tears at the corners.
You nod and smile weakly at him, at least until you see him crying again, silent rivulets striping his face, getting caught in the wisps of his hair, "why are you crying?", you asks anxiously, and he tuts and then grins warmly at you, "you're in love with me. I'm the worst fucking person in the world and you just said you're in love me, as if I didn't put you through hell". He is flabbergasted, elated, crying and laughing in disbelief at the same time.
Reaching for your face again, he kisses you so fervently your teeth clash in between, which makes the both of you giggle, ultimately diffusing the heavy emotions running between the two of you, "you're so not the worst person, please don't say that, you're going to make me cry," you mumble on his shiny mouth, lips still touching his with every sillable.
"You are too good for me, your heart is too good to me. Your skin makes me cry" , he hums, eyes squinting, the palms of his hands resting warmly on your hips, thumbs gently brushing your exposed skin, he looks down on your entangled limbs, you're quite sure he can feel your body warming up everywhere its touching his, that he can feel your blood pulsating for him, even more so when his fingers trail up your torso, gently hiking up your top.
He rests his forehead just beneath your collar bones. You chuckle softly, guding his hands up underneath your tank top, heat rushing to your cheeks and your chest, "quoting Radiohead now?", you tease, he bites his bottom lip as soon as his fingers brush against your breasts, he even gasps slightly, fond eyes as he gazes up at your face from beneath his lashes, "maybe? ... am I just a creeper? Am I a weirdo if I ask you if I can make love to you?".
Oh. How seriously he takes that. How literally. Han doesn't let you lift a finger. He devotes himself to you completely, eyes going all stunned, all criss cross when he lifts up your tank top, mouth quivering as a breathy "god you're so beautiful", leaves his lips, adoring gaze, even more adoring hands when he cups your breasts and they perfectly fit his palms, "were you made for me? Where you made just for me?".
Not a single inch of the softness on your tummy or the stretch marks on the inside of your thighs goes untouched, he dotes on every beauty mark, line, little bump he encounters all over your body, he brushes his fingers and kisses on every part of you, taking his sweet time.
Ever so carefully, ever so lovingly, he makes makes himself a home within you, handling you with so much care and patience and selflessness you realise you've never felt this bloody good before, this much loved and taken care of you want to cry. At one point he even asks you if you're okay, if you're actually tearing up over him having you come undone twice on his hands, him not even having to take his boxers off yet, "oh sweetheart...".
More kisses, heavy, happy sighs, sloppy, slobbery lips dragged all over each other. A few sneaky silent tears on his part too. Particularly so when he chokes on his own breathing, hands firmly clenching the sheets in his fists as thrusts himself inside of you, little uh uh uh's tumbling out, sweat beading on his temples and his foread, rolling down his face.
And for a fleeting moment you think you have captured his soul, that he's either going to die right then and there or he's going to cry. The latter happens. With the perfect timing too, cause he's cuming and you are too and caught in the moment, you lurch forward for his neck, gripping, holding on to him so tightly he's overwhelmed with pure ecstasy and love for you, and so he scoops you up in his arms, crying and whining in pleasure all at once.
The crickets chirp and buzz in the dead of the night outside. The dark blue sky is dotted in moltitudes of twinkling silver stars, the gentle wind rustling the fallen leaves on the ground. Though all you can hear is Han's steady heartbeat, his progressively calmer breathing as you're both coming down from your highs and recouping.
Laying on your side, you watch and bask at the sight of him as he lazily strokes your shoulder and your arm, as he kisses your shoulder blade and then your forearm, the back of your hand, the pads of your fingers, one by one: "I think I might have the imprints of your mouth all over me by now, you're going to get those pink beautiful lips chapped with how much you've been kissing me", you snicker quietly, thoroughly enjoying the princess treatment while still having a bit of trouble coming to terms with how surreal it all feels.
Not even 6 hours ago you were crying in the shower over how much you missed him and longed for him and now he was wearing down his lips raw for you. Like this is real. Bonkers. But real. You love him and he loves you and you genuinely don't know how you survived all this years without him in your life like this, in your heart like this, in bed like this also.
It's as if the past versions of you were you fought and distanced yourselves from one another never even existed.
"I'm trying to make up for all the time that I've wasted. I wish I didn't come onto you so crassly that night at Chan's, I should've treated you right from the get go, I was so fucking horny and pissed off I completely forgot I was meant to approach you tenderly, with carefulness. Instead I acted like a fool, like a sex crazed one too. I'm so sorry, I was fueled by anger and lust, I was beside myself that night", he confesses sheepishly, an earnest look in his eyes.
"You have apologised more than enough, I promise you're fine, Han. I'm sorry I lashed out at you when you were just as exasperated, and I'm sorry I inadvertently ticked you off that night. I admit I wanted to have fun, I wanted to see if it would have provoked any reaction out of you, I just didn't expect the extent of it", you admit, adjusting yourself on the mattress so you can tilt your head up slightly and kiss his lips.
"In a weird, twisted way I'm almost glad I did, I probably wouldn't be here with you right now if that hadn't happened". Han frowns and emits a throaty, gargling sound, touched by your words as he leans in for another kiss, he sighs on your lips and gently cups your chin, "very weird timing and I'm definitely not doing this in the right order but I'm not wasting anymore time .. will you be my girlfriend?", he breathes out.
You laugh so contently you feel light headed, "yes, yes I will", you nod in between giggles, pecking his lips a few times before retreating into the crook of his neck, letting him wrap his arms around your shoulders and your back, his hand running softly through your hair.
Coocconed in his warm embrace like that, with him placing the softest butterfly kisses to your forehead, you feel like you could just rest peacefully for the rest of your days, your heart light and happy, your mind almost clear. Almost.
That sneaky, whispery voice at the back of your head only relented for the time you were physically too preoccupied with Han but it is now back in full force: do you actually deserve to feel this happy? Is your newfound serendipity justified by the sound of Felix's heart breaking? Do yo even deserve this relationship?
Your bedroom is so quiet and still the overthinking in your head becomes too loud, the million questions popping up in there making it impossible for you to just enjoy the sense of fulfillment and joy you were experiencing just a few minutes ago.
"Han... Don you feel wrong at all? ..do you feel-?", "guilty? Yes, monstrously", he chuckles bitterly, outguessing your own words, which you're extremely grateful for. You turn your face to him, a weak smile on your lips as you look at him pensively, his eyes too a little lost, looking ahead of him but nowhere in particular.
"I wanted you for so long, I love you, I really do. But I can't shake the guilt of it all, I get to have you and love you but I know I'm tearing him apart and I hate that", he asserts, "yeah... I feel the same. I've been so oblivious to it too and I can't even imagine just how bad he must have felt through these years, I've been hurting him without even realising it".
🥀PART 9
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Hoarding Behavior #6
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Warnings: death mentions
Curt felt awful about the whole affair. It was gross. Taking an innocent young man and letting him be devoured for the sake of what? Some building materials?
Was it really worth a life just to have a larger village?
It troubled him. Guilt sat in the back of his mind like a rotting corpse, tainting more and more of his thoughts over the weeks. The image of the slave pleading for them to let him go, that he didn’t want to die to the jaws of the dragon, haunted his dreams until he could no longer bear it.
He went to the priest, but there was nothing the church could offer him. It wasn’t a sin, they said, it was for the greater good. One man’s life in exchange for security.
It still didn’t settle him. 
The ghost of the man (he didn’t even ask his name before he died) still lingered in his soul. 
Curt thought of the bones at the cave’s entrance. 
He couldn’t undo his death, but maybe he could lay the young man to rest. Find some remains, bury him in the churchyard, with flowers and thanks and a proper funeral. 
Curt waited until the dragon flew west and disappeared past the horizon. He picked his way through the woods.
But as he examined the ground, there were no fresh bones. All the shards and skeletons were sun-bleached and weathered. 
He’d have to venture into the cave to look for him, or the man would never be at peace.
Curt grabbed the torch he brought and lit it with the flint and steel in his pocket. He crept into the cavern. 
It seemed… small. It only took a few minutes to reach the back wall, and the size of the tunnel just didn’t make sense. He turned and looked towards the exit. The cave was funnel shaped, not nearly the size it boasted from the outside.
Huh.
And still, no sign of the dead man. 
An eerie scrap of iron on stone echoed around him.
“Hello?” he called.
Silence.
Then he heard it again, from behind. Curt turned, and only saw the smooth wall of the cave. He reached out to touch the back wall, and it fluttered and bent under his touch.
What?
He pushed, and the- the fabric- gave way to reveal the true dragon’s den.
And in it sat the slave. Alive.
The man was sitting in a nest of pillows and furs. He hadn’t turned and seen Curt yet. He was dressed in skimpy purple clothes that showed off his shoulders and back, and gold sat on his arms and wrists.
Curt’s eyes followed the length of chain around the room, and it led out and into the nest. The dragon was keeping him like a dog on a rope.
He took a step towards the man, and he turned, startled. 
“Hey,” said Curt. 
“Um, h- hello.” The man looked scared of him, and Curt couldn’t understand why. Surely another human would be a welcome sight.
“Do you remember me? From before? I’m Curt. What’s your name?”
“I remember. I’m called River.”
Curt chewed the inside of his cheek. He eyed the lock of the shackle. It didn’t look complicated.
“I could get you out of here,” he offered. 
“What?”
“I could pick the lock, and we could sneak away.” River looked down at his hands.
“I- I dunno.”
“C’mon,” said Curt, “Do you really want to be stuck in here with a dragon?”
River shrank away. “It’s better here,” he protested.
“What- how? You’re a prisoner!” He glanced over his shoulder. No dragon.
“It’s better than slavery,” argued River, “Master doesn’t hurt me like humans do. He takes care of me. And where would I go?” He wrapped his arms around himself. “I can’t read or write. I’ve never trained in anything. I don’t want to be whipped and sold again.”
Curt opened his mouth to argue, but what could he say? River was a slave. The mark on the back of his neck was obvious.
Curt didn’t know what exactly River went through before, but he could guess. 
“But he still hurts you,” he said, still dubious.
“I’m safe here,” said River, shaking his head. “Just go away and forget about me.”
“You could be safe and free in the village. I’d protect you,” he offered. It would be difficult, but Curt could swing it.
“You don’t get it. He loves me,” insisted River, desperation in his voice. 
“That- that’s,” he stammered. “He’s a dragon.” 
A massive thud sounded in the tunnel. Shit.
River didn’t seem alarmed, instead shifting to sit up straight. Dread pooled in Curt’s gut.
He turned to the small entrance, and wondered how the dragon would fit through the doorway. He didn’t have to wait long. 
A… man with ruby horns and a shimmering tail walked into the cave. He saw Curt immediately and snarled, smoke pouring from his mouth. Fuck.
“I- I’m sorry-”
“You are trespassing,” he hissed, stalking towards him.
“I was just-” the dragon grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him up off the ground.
“What?” he growled, “What were you ‘just’ doing? Stealing?”
“No!” he squirmed, “I was looking for his body!” The dragon put him down. 
“Explain.”
“I-” he glanced between the dragon and River. “I thought you killed him,” he whimpered. “I wanted to bury his body.”
The dragon stepped back, tilting his head and looking him up and down. He strolled around to River, a clear dismissal.
“My treasure,” he cooed, petting River’s hair with his clawed hand. “Did he hurt you?”
“No Master,” said River, leaning into the touch like a cat. The dragon hummed, pleased. He turned to Curt and bared his teeth.
“Get out.” 
Curt sprinted to the door, running out into the tunnel, chest heaving as he stumbled through the woods. He ran until he couldn’t anymore, slumping against a tree. He panted as he struggled to catch his breath.
River was right, he should just forget and go home. He never wanted to get that close to death again.
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Can you possiblt do a story on Caine and kinger, like kinger leaves the circus and is outside at night, and caine is panicking trying to find him in the circus, if you do I lov u :3 (platonicly)
Can do, friend! I love you too ^^
Fic is under the cut!
Caine looked around, curious. Pomni approached him hesitantly. "Hey, Caine?" Caine turned quickly. His eyes had a hint of fear. "Yes, Pomni? What do you need?" Pomni tugged at her hat slightly. "Well, uh... I was just wondering if-" "Wait, where's Kinger?" Jax inquired, scratching his ear. Caine gripped his cane tighter. Gangle noticed, and approached Caine. "Why don't we look for him?" "Great idea, Gangle! We can't have an adventure without him!"
The search was uneventful. Hours had passed, and the clock was about to strike 10. The moon was high in the sky, and the cast had grown tired. "We can't give up yet! We haven't found him yet!" Caine waved his hands hurriedly. Zooble groaned. "We can keep looking tomorrow, Caine. We're tired." "But-" "Goodnight, Caine." The cast retreated to their bedrooms, leaving Caine alone with his anxiety. "Where could he have gone?" He muttered to himself. Upon looking around again, he saw that the front curtains, leading outside of the tent, were parted slightly. Caine brightened. He then flew through the curtains, still searching.
"Kinger? Kinger??" He called out into the fields. He lowered onto the grass and began to walk, approaching the hill near the river. "Where is he?" He gripped his cane tighter, anxious. Upon looking up atop the hill, he saw the faint silhouette of Kinger. "Kinger!" He ran up the hill, losing his hat and dropping his cane.
Upon reaching the top, he panted from exhaustion. Kinger turned to face him. "Caine! Are you okay?" "Hah... Yeah! Everything is fine!" He coughed, collapsing onto the grass. "Are you sure? You sound exhausted!" He rubbed Caine's back gently. Caine sat up, sighing. "We've been looking for you all day, Kinger." "Oh! I forgot to tell you about that. Sorry..." "You're fine!" Caine leaned onto his shoulder, shutting his eyes. Kinger looked up at the stars, pulling Caine closer. "I was planning on going back inside after 5 minutes... But I think I should go now." He stood up, lifting Caine. "Get rest. I'll carry you back." Kinger began to descend the hill, Caine still in his arms.
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Man everyday that I'm part of the geology department, the happier I am. All I do is look at rocks, talk about clouds, think about where water's going, and be able to look at a funky thing and tell you how it came to be. You ever look at a thin section of a rock???
LOOK AT IT. IT'S SO COOL???
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ROCKS JUST NATURALLY DO THIS WHEN YOU CONTROL HOW LIGHT PASSES THROUGH THEM!!! I've seen it under the microscopes on at least 6 different occasions with different minerals every time but it STILL blows my mind.
"Geology is boring, all it is is rocks". OK,
1) NO.
2) BUT ALSO THE ROCKS ARE SO COOL?!?! I DON'T SEE Y O U SHOWING COOL INTERFERENCE COLORS.
YOU KNOW WHO DOES? ROCKS.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT? OUR FIELD TRIPS ARE SO COOL. I'VE NEVER HAD FIELDTRIPS AS EXCITING AS MY GEOLOGY ONES.
YOU EVER GO KNEE DEEP IN A RIVER JUST TO MEASURE IT IN LIKE 5 DIFFERENT WAYS WITH REALLY COOL EQUIPTMENT?
YOU EVER TAKE A TWO DAY TRIP JUST TO LOOK AT HOW GLACIERS IMPACTED THE AREA YOU'VE BEEN IN ALL ALONG? SPOILER ALERT: IN OUR AREA, A L O T. NO?
YOU EVER SEE A SINKHOLE OPEN UP UNDER SOMEONE'S FEET?! I DIDN'T THINK SO! (He's fine by the way, no injuries!)
Everyday I couldn't be happier to be majoring in what I am. The best part – knowing I get to teach it to kids someday :-) Hopefully I can get kids into it the same way my teacher got me into it! (I definitely have enough weird stories to try!) I lov rock. That's it.
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a my fair lady playlist
a year ago today i posted the first chapter of my fair lady, which was supposed to be a little thing that i just needed to get out of my head after reading @romeoandjulietyouwish's for the love of a princess. 144 chapters and one year of obsession later, what i got is my biggest writing project to date. it was also my first real foray into the cr fandom, which has since become, frankly, the biggest part of my life, and i'm just endlessly grateful to each of you who read and interacted with mfl in any way. i'm so lucky to have gotten to share this with all of you.
so to celebrate, i have assembled a way-too-long playlist inspired by the events of mfl. the songs represent the moments and feelings that most stood out to me (or that i could find an appropriate song for, lol). it was fun trying to remember everything that happened (as of rn the entire fic is 450 pages in google docs so...there's a lot) and piece together the story through song. i've written a little blurb to justify each choice in the cut below, but you can listen to the playlist on spotify here! thanks again for sticking around!
1. "My Fair Lady" - KALEO as the song from which i took all the titles for the series, i couldn't not start off with this one. i can't even hear this song now without thinking of mfl.
2. "Security" - Joss Stone since this is a song about being there for a friend in a time of crisis, i thought it was the perfect choice for the beginning of keyleth and percy's lifelong friendship. percy showed up in zephrah traumatized and barely holding it together, and keyleth was the rock that kept him from collapsing.
3. "Best of Friends" - Pearl Bailey marisha put this one on one of her keyleth playlists to represent keyleth and percy, and she was right! is there any better song for those two growing up as best friends?
4. "Fountain" - Sara Lov keyleth grew up under the shadow of her mother's loss and the pressure of a nation's expectations. someone give this child a BREAK!
5. "Uptown Girl" - Billy Joel oh, you think this is about vax and keyleth? WRONG. percy is an uptown girl and vex is his downtown man coming to shake his world.
6. "Stay Awake" - London Grammar how many nights did keyleth and vax stay up with the moon, learning to love each other? who did they become with no one but the shadows and each other to watch them grow?
7. "goodnight n go" - Ariana Grande this song just gives me such intense vex vibes. she wants so bad to get percy out from under her skin but no dice, he's there to stay.
8. "Foolish Thing" - Darren Criss vax knows that he absolutely cannot be catching feelings for the princess for any number of reasons. but that doesn't stop him from being a dumbfuck in love!
9. "Sacrilege" - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs keyleth knows that she absolutely cannot be catching feelings for her guard for any number of reasons. but that doesn't stop her from being a dumbfuck in love!
10. "You Get Me" - Michelle Branch even though she grew up royalty, keyleth never felt like she fit in in her own world. she was always different, out of place. but vax sees her strange edges and knows the shape they make.
11. "Dreams" - Caroline Glaser keyleth is down bad! she can't sleep without vax there, and vax is more than happy to reassure her that she's it for him.
12. "Take Me to Church" - Hozier this is my pick for some night just seem forever lasting, because if there's one thing vax is gonna do it's worship on his knees at keyleth's altar.
13. "Holy" - King Princess keyleth is busy with a nation and a war but she has time at the end of the day to fuck her man, and that's what really matters.
14. "Into You" - Ariana Grande this one is for the true sluts of the castle, vex and percy. stay horny, you absolute lovesick fools.
15. "River of Tears" - Alessia Cara just absolute depression and forlorn longing from vax and keyleth both when they're forced to be apart. drama queens, the both of them.
16. "The Lightning Strike (Part I: What If This Storm Ends?)" - Snow Patrol remember that time keyleth summoned lightning and used it to strike a bunch of attackers dead? so do i, and so does vax. it was his first time being confronted with the possibilities of the wild power she wields, and it definitely isn't something he was ever going to forget.
17. "Rich Youth" - Hayley Kiyoko keyleth and tiberius were both raised in the shadow of powerful fathers, and they came together to advocate for a future that represents the nations they want to lead.
18. "My Immortal" - Evanescence thank you to @ravendruid for the suggestion! does anything say vaxleth more than melodramatic longing? this song is for all the lingering heartbreak as they tried (and ultimately failed) to stay apart for so long.
19. "I Don't Mind" - Darren Criss one of my favorite pieces of writing from mfl was keyleth's proposal to vax. he's so convinced that she'd be better off without him, and all she wants to do is convince him that he's worth all the trouble waiting them.
20. "Love Story" - Taylor Swift forgive me for adding taylor swift to this list but you gotta admit, it's very appropriate for the vaxleth wedding.
21. "Dancing in the Rain" - Johannes Bornlöf let me be indulgent! this is the song i picked to play while reading the wedding chapter, so ofc it makes the list.
22. "The Deal" - Mitski thank you to @crispysnake for the suggestion! i mean, this is absolutely vax carrying his dead wife's body beneath the castle and striking a deal with the raven queen to bring her back. it's like it's what the song was written for.
23. "Castle" - Halsey just big keyleth charging to the throne room to demand her father release vax energy with this one.
24. "Growing, Growing, Gone" - Theo Katzman korrin was confronted very suddenly with the reality that his little girl wasn't a little girl anymore. she has a whole life ahead of her that is outside of him, and that's hard for a dad to come to terms with.
25. "Kiki (feat. Iron and Wine)" - Rett Madison y'all, the way i SCREAMED when i first heard this song on rett's new album!!! i just imagine vilya trying to reach out to keyleth, to let her know that she's been watching and of course, of course she's proud of her, of course she approves of vax, of course she wants nothing more than for her baby girl to happy.
26. "Wildflowers (Tom Petty Cover)" - Miley Cyrus this song makes me thing of the little cottage on the hill, and of korrin's wish for his daughter to have a place where she feels free. he knows that the castle has never really felt like her home, and so he gives her and her new husband a place they can build a home for themselves.
27. "Bubbly" - Colbie Caillat this song is just the pinnacle of happy love. it's vax and keyleth waking up in their bed, in their house, in their love's arms. it's happiness.
28. "Sunday Morning" - Maroon 5 remember that time vex was like "this was fun but i gotta go home" and percy was like "but what if i was home?" and fluttered his lashes like a harlot? me too.
29. "Family Tree" - Matthew West pending fatherhood is terrifying, especially when your own father is a sack of shit. of course vax would doubt his own ability to be for his child what syldor couldn't be for him and vex.
30. "A Woman's Work" - Kate Bush the definitive anthem for women creating life. keyleth is a goddess for so many reason but especially for making a literal person.
31. "Dear Theodosia" - Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton just DAD feelings up in this bitch! vax is a dad and korrin is a dad and percy (eventually) is a dad! also there's a new nation coming just around the corner! the perfect song!
32. "Brother Run Fast" - KALEO to me, this song represents vax and percy's understanding that the horrors of percy's past are coming for vax's present, and the two of them will stop at nothing to fix what was broken. they are both desperate for forgiveness they do not need, and they are both determined to keep the other on course.
33. "Yours & Mine" - Lucy Dacus imagine telling keyleth of the air ashari to sit at home while her family and friends venture out to save her daughter's life. IMAGINE!
34. "Trials - Demo" - London Grammar what is keyleth and vax's relationship if not an endless gauntlet of trials from which they must continually find their way back to each other?
35. "Delilah" - Florence + the Machine this song is just...everything. it's delilah and sylas. it's cass and the ghosts of the castle she's caged in. it's vilya, crying out for her mother. it's keyleth, coming to kick ass with a daylight spell. it's percy, reclaiming what was his all along.
36. "Show Me the Way" - Styx vax went THRU IT during gocmh, and his turning to the raven queen was a move of absolute desperation. he needed his matron's guidance not only to get his daughter back, but to put the pieces of his life back together.
37. "Glory and Gore" - Lorde what can i say? vox machina fucks shit up.
38. "Work Song" - Hozier percy may die twice but that ain't gonna stop him from simping for vex.
39. "Happiness" - The Fray this song is about happiness, but it has such a melancholic sound to it, which really works for baby vilya's return to zephrah. yes she's home, which is an immense relief, but she's brought home to a tragedy. nothing is simple.
40. "Kingdom of One" - Maren Morris hey vallen: get fucked.
41. "Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)" - Billy Joel this is, to me, the ultimate father-daughter song, and in the context of mfl it makes me think of the unfinished letter keyleth found in her father's room after his death. just a reminder that even after someone dies, their love for those they leave behind never will.
42. "Starts With Goodbye" - Carrie Underwood i don't know what it's like to fundamentally reshape the structure of an entire nation in order to secure a more stable future for your child, but i imagine it feels like this!
43. "Matchstick" - American Royalty thank you to @ravendruid for the suggestion! sometimes self-care is setting the man who murdered your parents and helped kidnap your daughter on fire.
44. "Chords" - The Amazing Devil parents play such a big part in the story of mfl. the absence of keyleth's mother, the fact that her father is also a king, korrin being a father to percy, the twins confronting the father they fled, and of course, vaxleth and perc'ahlia becoming parents themselves. if there's anything they can take away from all of the heartbreak, it's wanting the best for their children, at the cost of everything else.
45. "Everywhere, Everything" - Noah Kahan had to end on some noah kahan in order to keep @crispysnake from gnawing at the bars of their enclosure. again, just the absolute vaxleth melodrama of "wanna love you til we're food for the worms to eat, til our fingers decompose." disgusting. i love them so much.
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SECRETS OF THE CLANS, JANUARY OPENING!
In celebration of our January 14th - January 28th opening, we're going to be highlighting each of the clans, to give you a better idea of what they're like / how different they are from the books!
Last and certainly nor least, our clan is...
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RiverClan
ART CREDITS: carnationcarnivore on discord!
A chorus of joint laughter rings in your ears, betrayed by paws who couldn’t grip on the slippery stones, a flushed face erupts from the burbling water - though an embarrassed snicker escapes your throat, you immediately shake out that drenched pelt and relish in the playful shrieks of those same Clanmates who were giggling earlier. Almost spurred on by the whimsical river, having hunting patrols turn into splash fights was a common occurrence here.
To be your eyes into RiverClan Territory, Granitewish a Riverclan waterweaver is here to interview some of her clanmates! Take it away Granitewish!
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"Tell me a bit about RiverClan territory!"
 "RiverClan territory? It's awesome, filled to the brim with unique fish, beautiful flowers, and...water! So many streams, ponds, pools, and rivers. I love to just forget everything and swim in the calm waters. Even though we don't have many trees, we can still cool off in greenleaf! It's refreshing to get soaked after a hot, sunny day." — Cloudfish
Just as the river flows through the veins of every Riverclan cat, the waters that give the clan its name are the lifeblood of the land it calls home. Follow along the riverbend and you'll be greeted by a plethora of breathtaking sights; vibrant flowers warming their faces in the sun, shimmering waterfalls that glow in the moon's light. You could take a trip to the hot springs to warm your aching muscles and enjoy some tea with your clanmates, or maybe you'd prefer a relaxing swim in the harmonic creek? Whatever you decide, Riverclan has enough to offer to keep anyone busy the whole day through; from the bustle of fish-filled waters to the brush of luscious foliage against fur, its territory is a bright space alight with life. Some even say the land itself is alive, and if you keep quiet enough, you can hear its gentle breath in the trickle of the river.
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“What's your favourite spot in RiverClan territory? Could you tell me a bit about why?”
"Hmmm... My favowite spot in the tewritory? Well, I think it has to be the healer's den... It's the first place I saw when I arrived in WiverClan! I still go there often to see Cypwesswatcher!" — Goldfishpaw
Duck through an archway of sedge, and you'll be greeted by the den in which Riverclan's Healers do their work. An abandoned burrow at the base of an ancient tree, it isn't remarkable upon first glance. But, stick your head inside and you'll be greeted by rows upon rows of carefully cultivated herbs hanging from the walls, with rows of nests resting beneath - that is, if Cypresswatcher's piercing gaze doesn't catch your eye first. Riverclan's Healers have dedicated their lives to the health of their clanmates, and it isn't a position they take lightly; so, if you ever find yourself injured or sick, then be sure to pay them a visit! (And yes, this includes that scrape you've been ignoring...)
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“What's a favourite memory you have that's taken place on RiverClan territory?”
“My absolute favorite?? Aw that’s hard I love so many memories.. uhmm… ok ok I got one! My favorite memory is when Ebonhaze and I went to the siren’s cove together, and we left our paw prints in some of the mud. We’ve been doing it since we were apprentices and it’s like a little visual reminder in the world of our lov- I mean our friendship! Ahem- uh next question please." — Kiwiheart
The siren's cove is a perfect spot for Riverclan's romantic melodies, in a secluded cave surrounded by the river, echoes against the walls give promise to any yearning warrior who wants to perfect their courtship harmony. Both romantic and platonic love are deeply valued in the hearts of Riverclan cats, and a large variety of customs are enough proof to back this! Family dens, woven together with moss, reeds and brambles host a variety of loving relationships, from a couple and their kits, to platonic soulmates, their shared den is decorated to celebrate their interests and mutual affections. Specific courtship rituals, similar to that of the songs in sirens cove-- go into flamboyant and earnest declarations of romantic confessions, a bouquet of flowers to be woven into one's nest to announce the start of a relationship followed by the finding of a smooth rock from the river to commit to an engagement, there's no limit to how passionate a Riverclan warrior can be.
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“What's one thing you'd like others to know about RiverClan's culture?”
“I think Riverclan places a lot of importance on its history, and sharing that through songs. Of course, not everyone can sing like a nightingale, but no one really minds that. At least I don't.” — Flopfeather
Riverclan is rich and deeply felt, taking artistic leaps into the depths of their culture. Song is not only for the romantic heart, but a tied connection to the very start of the clan. Tunes and lyrics are woven together to memorialize their history, passed down from generation to generation. Their admiration for the finer things continues to the bright blossoms across their territory, flowers of all types have meaning for more than den decoration and visual appreciation-- but flower language is often a hobby across waterweavers and shorekeepers a like, tied into their marriages, courting and formal attires. Territorial appreciation is not only carried to the rivers, but in the stars that reflect above. Riverclan has their own array of constellations, telling the story of the mighty Riverstar and even controversially-- starcrossed forbidden lovers.
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“What's your opinion on your council?”
"Camelliastar is a really good leader, you can tell just how much he loves his Clan. Sunrise is a really fun cat to be around. And I spend so much time hanging out with the healers. One of them, Larchbounce, is even like a mother to me." — Ebonypaw Riverclans council over the last couple moons have seen much change and development from where it once was, but do not let that fool you- they are just as devout and just as willing to serve in any way that they can! Every day they work tirelessly to aid their clan and do what they must to keep riverclan going each and every day. That said at the head of the helm lies Riverclans own Camelliastar, taking leadership after Mudstar's (now Mudstorm's) retirement, he leads the clan in a different angle than most. Followed by his deputy, Sunrise, a boisterous and bashful cat. He often can be found jesting around camp and hyping up his clanmates with his bellowing height and voice. That said, riverclan follows their rule happily, happy with them in charge. That said, the healer team is also one of the most notable parts of Riverclans ranks. After all! Like all the healer teams, Riverclans are just as devoted to their work and helping their clan, and through and through have an utmost duty to their work. Though! They aren’t sticklers either! More rather than not, you can find them doing what any Riverclan cat might, sunbathing, hunting, and even weaving and other crafts! Making them cats, had you not known they were healers? You might have mistaken them for just another part of riverclans eclectic ranks!
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Relationships of Ice and Fire: Incest and Inseparability
JAEHAERYS AND ALYSANNE:
Morever, Alysanne was only two years younger than her brother, and the two children had always been close and strong in their affection and regard for one another.
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“As you command, Mother.” King Jaehaerys pulled his sister closer and put his arm around her. “But do not think that you shall unmake this marriage. We are one now, and neither gods nor men shall part us.”
“Never,” his bride affirmed. “Send me to the ends of the earth and wed me to the King of Mossovy or the Lord of the Grey Waste, Silverwing will always bring me back to Jaehaerys.” And with that she raised herself onto her toes and lifted her face to the king, and he kissed her full upon the lips whilst all looked on. (The Year of the Three Brides—49 AC, Fire and Blood)
BAELON AND ALYSSA:
The likeness faded as the princess grew older, however; long-faced and skinny, Alyssa had little of her sister’s beauty. Her hair was a dirty blond tangle with no hint of silver to evoke the dragonlords of old, and she had been born with mismatched eyes, one violet, the other a startling green. Her ears were too big and her smile lopsided, and when she was six playing in the yard a whack across the face from a wooden sword broke her nose. It healed crooked, but Alyssa did not seem to care. By that age, her mother had come to realize that it was not Daenerys that she took after, but Baelon. Just as Baelon had once followed Aemon everywhere, Alyssa trailed after Baelon. “Like a puppy,” the Spring Prince complained. Baelon was two years younger than Aemon, Alyssa nearly four years younger than him…
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There had been some thought, after the tragic death of Princess Daenerys, that Aemon should wed Princess Alyssa, the eldest of his remaining sisters, but Queen Alysanne firmly put the thought aside. “Alyssa is for Baelon,” she declared. “She has been following him around since she could walk. They are as close as you and I were at their age.”
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Their older siblings Baelon and Alyssa had become inseparable, and plans were already being made for them to wed.
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Prince Baelon had not ceased smiling since his marriage. When not aloft, Baelon and Alyssa spent every hour together, most oft in their bedchamber. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)
AEMON AND JOCELYN:
Prince Aemon was seven years of age, a boy as tall and handsome as he was modest. He still trained every morning in the yard with Prince Baelon; the two brothers were fast friends, and evenly matched. Aemon was taller and stronger, Baelon quicker and fiercer. Their contests were so spirited that they oft drew crowds of onlookers. Serving men and washerwomen, household knights and squires, maesters and septons and stableboys, they would gather in the yard to cheer on one prince or the other. One of those who came to watch was Jocelyn Baratheon, the late Queen Alyssa’s dark-haired daughter, who grew taller and more beautiful with every passing day. At the feast that followed Aemon’s investiture as Prince of Dragonstone, the queen sat Lady Jocelyn next to him, and the two young people were observed talking and laughing together through the evening, to the exclusion of all others. (The Long Reign—Jaehaerys and Alysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain, Fire and Blood)
BRYNDEN RIVERS AND SHIERA SEASTAR:
Bittersteel and Bloodraven both loved Shiera Seastar, and the Seven Kingdoms bled. (The Kingbreaker, ADwD)
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[Serenei] died giving birth to the last of the king's bastard children, a girl called Shiera Seastar who became the greatest beauty in the Seven Kingdoms, beloved of both her half brothers, Bittersteel and Bloodraven, whose rivalry would ripen to hatred. (The Nine Mistresses of Aegon IV, the Unworthy, The World of Ice and Fire)
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"He heard a whisper on the wind, a rustling amongst the leaves. You cannot speak to him, try as you might. I know. I have my own ghosts, Bran. A brother that I loved, a brother that I hated, a woman I desired. Through the trees, I see them still, but no word of mine has ever reached them. The past remains the past. We can learn from it, but we cannot change it." (Bran III, ADwD)
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Though she never wed, she had many offers, and several lovers through the years. Duels were fought over the right to sit beside her, men killed themselves after falling from her favor, poets outdid each other writing songs about her beauty. Her most ardent admirer was her half-brother, Bloodraven, who proposed marriage to her half a hundred times. Shiera gave him her bed, but never her hand. It amused her more to make him jealous.
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DAEMON BLACKFYRE AND DAENERYS:
Daemon Blackfyre loved the first Daenerys, and rose in rebellion when denied her. (The Kingbreaker, ADwD)
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"Cool breezes, sparkling water, and the laughter of children. The Water Gardens are my favorite place in this world, ser. One of my ancestors had them built to please his Targaryen bride and free her from the dust and heat of Sunspear. Daenerys was her name. She was sister to King Daeron the Good, and it was her marriage that made Dorne part of the Seven Kingdoms. The whole realm knew that the girl loved Daeron's bastard brother Daemon Blackfyre, and was loved by him in turn, but the king was wise enough to see that the good of thousands must come before the desires of two, even if those two were dear to him." (The Watcher, ADwD)
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Could you tell us something of what happened in the relationship between the first Daenerys, Daemon Blackfyre, and the prince of Dorne? Despite Daemon and Daenerys being in love, her brother the king, Daeron the Good, was more concerned with matters of state than matters of love. There had been many years of fighting with Dorne, and failure to bring them into the Seven Kingdoms while not being able to keep them from harassing the Seven Kingdoms. So he realized that where violence failed, perhaps marriage could bring an end to hostilites and so he uses his sister to make an alliance with the prince of Dorne. It's a political marriage, pure and simple, a convenient marriage to guarantee a union between Dorne and the Seven Kingdoms. And also, he prefers to give his sister to the prince of Dorne over a bastard bother with whom he'd already had a few clashes and whom too many people were looking one as a legitimate claimant to the throne or rightful king. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, and helps lead to Daemon becoming the first Blackfyre Pretender.
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It has been said in the years after Daemon Blackfyre proved a traitor that his hatred of Daeron began to grow early. It was Aegon's desire—not Daemon's—that he be wed to Rohanne of Tyrosh. Instead, Daemon had developed a passion for Daeron's sister, young Princess Daenerys. Only two years younger than Daemon, the princess supposedly loved the bastard prince in turn, if the singers can be believed, but neither Aegon IV nor Daeron II were willing to let such feelings rule in matters of state. (The Targaryen Kings: Daeron II, The World of Ice and Fire)
JAEHAERYS II AND SHAERA:
Though King Aegon had acquired a distaste for the Valyrian custom of incestuous marriage during his years amongst the smallfolk, Prince Jaehaerys was of a more traditional bent, for from a very early age he had loved his sister Shaera and dreamed of wedding her in the old Targaryen fashion. Once aware of his desires, King Aegon and Queen Betha had done their best to separate the two, yet somehow distance only seemed to inflame the mutual passion of this prince and princess.
Prince Jaehaerys was not as forceful as his brother, but when Duncan defied his father to follow his own heart, and the king and court yielded to his desire, the younger prince did not fail to take note. In 240 AC, a year after Prince Duncan's marriage, Prince Jaehaerys and Princess Shaera each eluded their guardians and were secretly married. Jaehaerys was fifteen and Shaera fourteen at the time of their wedding. (The Targaryen Kings: Aegon V, The World of Ice and Fire)
AEMON THE DRAGONKNIGHT AND NAERYS (RUMOURED):
"My father was Maekar, the First of his Name, and my brother Aegon reigned after him in my stead. My grandfather named me for Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, who was his uncle, or his father, depending on which tale you believe. Aemon, he called me…" (Jon VIII, AGoT)
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She loved Aemon best of her brothers, for he knew how to make her laugh—and he had something of the same piety that she possessed, while Aegon did not. She loved the Seven as dearly as she loved her brother, if not more so, and might have been a septa if her lord father had allowed it. But he did not, and Viserys instead wed her to his son Aegon in 153 AC, with King Aegon III's blessing. The singers say that Aemon and Naerys both wept during the ceremony, though the histories tell us Aemon quarreled with Aegon at the wedding feast, and that Naerys wept during the bedding rather than the wedding. (The Targaryen Kings: Viserys II, The World of Ice and Fire)
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Matters between them were inflamed further by Prince Aemon, their brother, who had been inseparable from Naerys when they were young. Aegon's resentment of his noble, celebrated brother was plain to all, for the king delighted in slighting Aemon and Naerys both at every turn. (The Targaryen Kings: Aegon IV, The World of Ice and Fire)
JAIME AND CERSEI:
He could never bear to be long apart from his twin. Even as children, they would creep into each other's beds and sleep with their arms entwined. Even in the womb. Long before his sister's flowering or the advent of his own manhood, they had seen mares and stallions in the fields and dogs and bitches in the kennels and played at doing the same. Once their mother's maid had caught them at it...he did not recall just what they had been doing, but whatever it was had horrified Lady Joanna. (Jaime III, ASoS)
THE ORIGINAL OUTLINE:
Hounded by Lannister riders, they will seek refuge at the Wall, but the men of the Night's Watch give up their families when they take the black, and Jon and Benjen will not be able to help, to Jon's anguish. It will lead to a bitter estrangement between Jon and Bran. Arya will be more forgiving...until she realizes, with terror, that she has fallen in love with Jon, who is not only her half-brother but a man of the Night's Watch, sworn to celibacy. Their passion will continue to torment Jon and Arya throughout the trilogy, until the secret of Jon's true parentage is finally revealed in the last book. (Original outline, page two)
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somehow we’re this far into the series and people still don’t understand himiko, and i’m not going to argue that her story is super obvious or central, because i don’t think hori gave her THAT much, but i think she at least gets more than “omg she just wants to kill people” - fandom.
she doesn’t want to kill people.
she wants to CONNECT WITH people.
i do think this should be pretty obvious given the whole theme of the LOV as a group of isolated individuals coming together and for the first time feeling some sense of connection to other people who understand the struggles, loneliness, and anger that come with being abjected by an entire society.
i can’t emphasize how much himiko is the same. her “quirk” (or, in japanese, “kosei,” more literally “individuality”) was something she was forced to keep hidden. she was pressured to hide parts of herself, hide her individuality, because it was scary and unpleasant to everyone else, especially her family, and this prevented her from forming genuine connections with others. being impeded socially in that way, she’s left only with her quirk, which offers her a relationship through becoming someone else. no wonder using her quirk became more and more of a fixation for her—it was both the reason given for her repression and her last resource for connecting with others.
(himiko’s birthday, august 7, also falls on the lunar calendar date of tanabata, which comes with the myth of two celestial lovers separated by a river, again reinforcing the theme of connection and the feeling of an unbridgeable gulf.)
which, to me, also makes it more interesting that she defines her goal as “becoming” someone else. even while she seeks to connect with people, she also seeks to reset to a state where himiko doesn’t exist as an individual. in becoming someone else, she erases herself in the process. the LOV also struggle with various degrees of self-loathing and worthlessness, and again i don’t think she’s an exception. the way himiko thinks about what she wants out of her relationships with other people conveys that she probably doesn’t like herself very much.
man, like one of her happiest dreams is when she’s biting herself bloody and thinking about herself covered in red while a bird dances inside her gored stomach. that’s when she thinks of herself as cute, when she can approximate being the type of person she’s attracted to. she is alone and she admires other people and doesn’t seem to think much of herself until she can come to resemble them. like, god!! she’s lonely!! she’s very lonely like all the rest of them, until she found the rest of them, that’s why they’re important to her!!!
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