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inevitably-ineffable-husbands · 8 months

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Hi Steph, thank you for your fandom work! Could you please recommend some wing grooming or similar fics for Aziraphale and Crowley? I love the trope because of the not-sexual intimacy and the looking-after-each-other-ness, especially if one of them is touch-starved. Thank you so much xxx

Hey Nonny!

Sorry for the delay in a reply for this one, finally had time to sit down and search my fics for you!

Here are the fics I've tagged with "wings", can't guarantee they're EXACTLY what you're looking for (it's been awhile since I've read them) but they got some wings in them!! :D Hope you enjoy!

AZIRACROW AND WINGS

A Sky Full of Stars by Kedreeva (G, 2,575 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Wings, Stars, Fluff, Romance) – Aziraphale takes Crowley as close to Heaven as they can get, these days.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (M, 2,661 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Confessions, Soft Crowley, POV Aziraphale, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Wings) – Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

Your Reward Ye Shall Have by sussexbound (T, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Angelic Love, Wings, Emotional Intimacy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining Crowley, Soft Crowley, Emotional Connection, Emotional Porn, Groping, Bums, POV Aziraphale) – It is not the first time Aziraphale has considered giving in. Crowley mumbles something in his sleep, unfurls his long limbs for a moment, before tucking them back in, curling tight, arms wrapped around his knees. He shudders and then settles again with a sigh, and Aziraphale loves him.

a garden all their own by leaveanote (T, 5,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post Canon, POV Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Aziraphale Takes Care of Crowley, Crying, Nightmares, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Heart Wrenching Pining, Pining Crowley, Wings, Tired Crowley, Romance, Healing, Massage, Light Angst with Happy Ending) – The aftermath. An exhaustion deeper than body. A secret too heavy to carry when when grief burned so close. Crowley has to tell him. "What am I to you?" A saving thing, an agony, a binary star, tenderness, an unhealed wound, a home, a home, a garden. Come to me, we'll heal together.

i want to hold your hand (goddammit) by PersephonesReign (E, 7,695 w., 5 Ch. || Crowley POV, Pining Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Slow Burn, Soft Crowley, Angst and Fluff, Love Confessions, Nervous / Anxious Crowley, First Kiss/Time, URT, Wing Kink, Anal, Top Aziraphale / Bottom Crowley, Hand Holding) – Crowley just wants to hold Aziraphale's hand. What's so difficult about that?

Exposed by LollipopCop (E, 8,867 w., 2 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, First Time, Making Out, Wings, Love Confessions, Virgin Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending) – In which Gabriel can feel how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and outs him.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva (G, 13,777 w., 2 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Wings, Worried Aziraphale, Rebellion, Standing Together As One) – Two months after the world didn't end, Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings.

Witness the Fall by Waifine (G, 14,512 w.., 5 Ch. || Pre-Fall, The Fall, Post-Fall, Crowley Was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angel Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending, Crowley's Memories, Aziraphale POV, Not-Nice Archangels, Feathers, Soulmates, Wings) – Crowley never talked about his time as an angel. Aziraphale never asked. But when Hell sends Crowley a package containing his most painful memories, it is Aziraphale who is plunged into the nightmare history of when his beloved friend, the angel who had once been Crowley, was hurled from the Heavens into the bowels of Hell.

A Desperate Desire by IneffableToreshi (E, 15,944 w. || Post-Almost Apocalypse, 6000 Years of Pining, First Kiss/Time, Lust Potion/Spell, Anal/Oral Sex, Self Esteem Issues, Praise Kink, Top Aziraphale, Virgin Husbands, Bottom Crowley, Blowjobs, Wings, Idiots in Love, Mild Dub-Con, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Aggressive Aziraphale, Happy Ending) – Since the world didn't end Aziraphale has been hoping for things to move to the next level with Crowley. But every time he tries to get close, the demon seems to shy away. Aziraphale begins to think that maybe Crowley just isn't attracted to him that way. He decides, against his friend Anathema's advice, to try witchcraft as a way of making himself more confident, attractive, and desirable. It, of course, goes wrong, because the angel misses the footnote that warns him not to mix magic and alcohol. Part 3 of Accidental Confessions

The Nice and Accurate Love Story of A. J. Crowley and A. Z. Fell by SealandRocks (E, 16,353 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Implied Mutual Pining, Emotional Love Making, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Crowley, Jealous Crowley, Crowley’s Plants, Kissing as Healing, Moments in Time, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Bottom Crowley, Gentle Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Crowley is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Anal Sex / Fingering, Wings / Wing Kink, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Kissing in the Rain, Symbolism, Historical References) – Crowley and Aziraphale have been dancing around each other since the beginning. From Eden to London, it eventually becomes very hard to avoid the only other immortal around. And after so many centuries, having a physically body becomes a bit uncomfortable. Crowley is left to wonder what it is about Aziraphale that helps ease the ache in his soul. It would only take him 6000 years to figure out that it was rooted in something deeper all along. Part 1 of Love Stories for the Oblivious

#steph replies #ineffable husbands fic recs #good omens fic recs #wing fics #my fic recs #aziracrow fic recs #fic rec sunday

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Ren is sitting on the balcony of his seat in the crastle. His legs are hanging over the ledge, kicking down over the shopping district. It’s five am, but he’s still wearing sunglasses; that’s there dog-turned-king, Bdubs thinks, as he goes to try to figure out why on earth he’s awake so early and sitting so precariously. He never knows when a Hotguy might show up, after all, and bam! Embarrassing death message of the balcony. Or, er. When a very, very helpful advisor might sneak up on him and shove. Just a little! A friendly amount.

Ren suddenly turns to look at him and Bdubs tries to look innocent. “Hello, My King!” Bdubs says. “You’re up early today.”

“Hm,” Ren says, and he looks back out over the balcony. Bdubs squints over the shopping district, and... nope, still just a shopping district, best he can tell. Joe’s terrifying squid device is still flinging squids. Impulse’s unnecessarily massive shop is still massive. His and Scar’s beautiful shops on the street are still both beautiful and not like Aquetown. It’s the Season Nine shopping district, and it’s quiet, because it is early and the smart Hermits are asleep.

Bdubs should be asleep. He’s not, though, and when he saw Ren was awake -

“Looking out over your kingdom?” he asks.

“Mmm, yes,” Ren says. “I had a dream last night.”

“Oh? Is it of your brilliant, unimpeachable plans for the server? ‘Cause Ren, I’ve gotta say -”

“It was a strange dream,” Ren continues before Bdubs can continue speaking, and ah. There’s something odd in Ren’s voice. Bdubs quiets to let Ren talk. “I was cold - that’s one of the things I remember best. I was cold, and there was - it was blood in my eyes, and it stung, and I could barely see, because my eyes stung so badly with the blood in them.”

“Uh, well,” Bdubs says, because he has no idea what to say to something like that.

“Naturally, I panicked, and tried to figure out where it was coming from. Finally, I knocked a crown off my head, and it was covered in blood, too, and was so sharp on the top I cut myself on it. And as I was holding it in my hands, a voice like mine asked: do I know how heavy the crown is? And I couldn’t answer. I don’t know why, Bdubs, I couldn’t answer. And the voice, it asked: am I prepared to lose what only a king can lose? And I couldn’t answer that, either, and before I could figure out why I didn’t have any voice, I woke up.”

“Geez,” Bdubs says. “That’s some nightmare.”

“I know, right? Like, dude, not every crown has to be bloody,” Ren says, briefly animated, but something in him knocks him more subdued again. “Or. I think so. I just keep on thinking about how I couldn’t answer.”

“I know how I would answer,” Bdubs says boldly.

“Of course, of course,” Ren says.

“Weird freaking nightmare,” Bdubs says.

“Weird freaking nightmare,” Ren agrees. “Weird... say, Bdubs. If we were to have to fight for this. If we were - if it were less obvious to the other Hermits my fitness to be in charge of their diamonds...”

“Of course I would be by your side,” Bdubs says vehemently. “That’s how the Crastle works! I built it to protect you, you know.”

“Is it?” Ren says.

“Yep! As the local kingmaker, only I get to say who can be king, so if there were ever rebellion against you, I promise - my - I mean our power is secure!”

Ren laughs, and it’s a full-bellied thing. “Very well, Sir Bdubs. I apologize for troubling you. It’s earlier than you’d usually be awake, after all.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I was awake anyway,” Bdubs says.

“What for?” Ren asks.

“Well, y’see, I had a dream too! It was super weird, except it sounds way less weird than yours. All I dreamed was that I came back to the crastle, but it was empty, no matter how hard I looked. And I got real scared, so I woke up! But it’s not empty, so I’m fine now.”

Ren smiles at Bdubs. “What for all of our nightmares to be so simply resolved as yours,” he says.

“Oh yeah,” Bdubs says. “Simply resolved. But, uh, say. Do you wanna watch the sunrise over the shopping district anyway? I don’t do naps so good, so I’m not going back to bed anytime soon.”

“Of course, my dude,” says Ren, and he pats a place on the balcony next to him. Bdubs sits down. He keeps on looking at Ren, though, and thinking about how people can vanish without you knowing it. Ugh. Stupid nightmares. It’s another beautiful day, after all, and Bdubs has power to deal in.

#hermitcraft #third life smp #hc x 3lsmp #rendog #bdoubleo100 #a bee fic #welcome to me still going 'so what if king ren and the red king are connected but rentheking doesn't know it'#anyway. consider that dream a warning ren #are you really prepared to do what you must for your kingdom?#as for bdubs... well this isn't the first crastle he's built

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vinelark · 8 months

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please share some outtakes im on my knees

oh man most of my outtakes are like, slight paragraphs/scene rewrites, but here are some bbts lines/alternate dialogue options that didn't make the cut!

chapter 1:

But it’s not like Tim could’ve told the kidnappers to call Bruce right away, not until today’s little attempt, which was another check in the failure column. No one else knows Tim has been practically living at Wayne Manor, and if they did it might raise too many questions. Tim can’t create an unnecessary trail of connections between Bruce Wayne and a random kid, especially a random kid in a situation where superheroes and vigilantes might then show up. He knows too well how quickly those connections can snowball if someone puts together one right conclusion, like hold on, Robin just did a quadruple flip—

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sb aww are you jealous robin excuse me sb that no one’s made @robinsass yet robin absolutely not kon i said i’m not KON. sb http://twitter.com/robinsass i got u robin i’m calling oracle sb no worries i have five backup urls robin joke’s on you anyway unlike nightwing there are no hq photos of me. also i wear a cape. why do you think i wear a cape kon sb to cover the fact that you have no ass : (

chapter 2:

“Oh, no,” Tim wheezes when he’s done hacking up half the marina. He twists to sit heavily on the wet concrete and starts scrabbling at his shoelaces. “My shoes.”

Kon rolls his eyes. That’s it. No more saving rich kids; Kon is putting a wealth cap on all future damsels in distress. “I’m sure they’ll dry.” Or he can buy a new pair—Kon had looked Tim up after the whole kidnapping thing, just to make sure he healed up okay and everything. Kid’s parents are definitely loaded.

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“Hey—Superboy, hey, are you good at beer pong?”

“Uh,” Kon says. “For PR reasons I don’t think I should answer that.” The answer is that he has no clue, having never played, but if he said that then half the media would have a field day with how his lack of cliché teenage rebellion secretly indicated he wasn’t so human after all. If he lied and said yes, somehow that same half of the media would clutch their pearls over him being a Bad Influence.

“Oh,” Tim says. “Well. Well, I am very good at it.”

“Um. Okay.”

Tim’s face falls. Kon has no idea why he suddenly feels guilty about this.

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"But for the record, I’m not scared of you,” Red Hood says. “All I have to do is press a button and have Batman run you out of town if you get too annoying.”

“Batman is off-world,” Kon says, a little smugly.

Hood glares through his mask in a way that tells Kon he knows that, and is annoyed that Kon does too. Good. “Then I guess that leaves me in charge.”

chapter 3:

“What are you going to get Superboy?” Steph says. “Maybe a nice cheese plate?”

“I am going to frame Dick for tax fraud,” Tim mutters. He’s taken to hiding the charcuterie board Kon made in one of his city caches now, because Dick kept sneaking it onto the dinner table every time he visited the manor.

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“What the—” Muffled talking on the other end. “He says he’s not sure,” the girl says to someone else. “Tim, explain this to me in small words.”

“Um.” Tim rubs his temple. “I’m with Superboy. He—found me. And took me somewhere, somewhere safe, so I’m okay for now.”

It does not escape Kon’s notice that Tim doesn’t mention the part where he apparently gave his gas mask to a kid and got a full dose of fear toxin. He raises an eyebrow, but Tim is doing a great job of avoiding eye contact.

There’s a long beat. “Oh my god,” the girl says.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god. You are so lucky I don’t have time for follow-up questions. Call me as soon as you’re home.”

(bonus chapter 4:

Kon spares a moment to be impressed that Tim has already figured out where they are, and says, “Because any good date starts with a good snack.”

Tim’s hand spasms where he’s rolling back the jacket cuffs. “A good date, huh?”)

#the shoes thing was originally because tim hid a memory card in his shoe or something but then i remembered how phones work #also rip twitter can't believe that fake url is already outdated #my fic #asks #timkon

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velidewrites · 2 months

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Don’t Look Back

Five hundred years ago, the humans fought hard for their freedom in the Great War and won. Now, their former masters seek retribution in a rebellion that grows stronger year by year. When Elain Archeron finds out marrying Greysen Nolan might be the only solution to keep her family safe from the ancient, cruel Fae, she doesn't hesitate to fulfil her duty. What Elain doesn't know, though, is that the man with the fiery hair and russet eyes is not her fiancé, but his killer—and when she finally finds out, well…it will be far too late to turn back.

Chapter 4/15 || Read on AO3 || Go to Chapter 1 || beta'd by @ablogofsapphicpanic

Chapter 4: The Runaway

As much as she hated to agree with anything that came out of Lucien Vanserra’s mouth, Elain was angry. The rage burning in her cheeks felt hotter than the fire flickering at Eris’s fingertips, ready to reduce the tent and everyone inside it to ash as she seethed, “He is no betrothed of mine.”

“The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you,” Graysen—Lucien, she had to correct herself—told her.

“So let me go, then.”

Lucien didn’t even meet her gaze. “Ah,” he said, studying his nails—long and sharp now, Elain realised, so unlike the hands that held her at the ball last night. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Elain gritted her teeth. “Explain.”

“We’re many days from New Prythian, Lady Archeron,” Eris’s voice reached her. She’d nearly forgotten he was in the tent—him and Azriel, who now stood guarding the entrance, hazel eyes not leaving the scene for one second. “We’ve reached Braemar this morning, There’s no turning back.”

She peeled her gaze off of Lucien’s hand, his stupid, handsome face, and made herself look at Eris. “You seem like a man who loves to hear himself talk,” she said to him. “So talk.”

Lucien snorted.

Eris’s amber gaze cut to him instantly. “Something funny, little brother?”

Elain blinked. “Brother?”

Her question was ignored entirely. “There’s just something wonderfully satisfying about watching a human put you in your place,” Lucien crooned, a familiar smile returning onto his full lips.

If I may return the compliment…Your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen.

He’d spoken these words to her with that smile. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Whatever she had felt—whatever she thought she had felt before when she looked at Lucien was long gone now.

He was a liar—he was such a liar, and Elain had been nothing but a fool.

Clearly unaware of the turmoil whirring through her mind, Eris said, “One more word, and you’ll be leaving this camp on foot.” He turned to Elain. “Do you ride, Lady Archeron?”

Elain narrowed her eyes on him. “I am not going anywhere with you,” she spat. Then, like a flicker of light sparking in her head, she added, “You’re the Fae rebels the Huntsman has been after, aren’t you?”

They had to be—there were so very few of them left. And if Braemar was indeed where they’d taken her, the three males standing before her like predators circling their prey must’ve been the ones who had made Father give Nesta away to Hybern—and Elain to Rask.

As great as that went.

“Would you look at that, Eris,” Lucien purred, “Our reputation precedes us.”

“All the way to New Prythian, it seems,” Eris agreed, his expression sour. “Wretched place. I never enjoyed coming back here.” He grimaced. “Especially when it was known under another name.”

“You’ve been to our lands before,” Elain told him, the words not entirely a question.

Eris nodded. “I’ve had the displeasure,” he said. “Spring Court. Nothing but nasty beasts roaming everywhere. Terrible leadership.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Some things never change.”

Elain ignored the jab. “And you?” she asked, turning to Lucien.

“First time,” he shrugged, the hard muscles of his arms shifting with the movement. Damn him. “And while I certainly wish it could be my last, Princess, I’m afraid we’ve got some more work to do in New Prythian.”

“I hope by more work you mean returning me to the Manor, because I am not going a step further with the likes of you,” Elain seethed.

The corner of Lucien’s mouth quirked upwards. “The likes of us,” he hummed. “What could you possibly mean by that, little fawn?”

The bastard saw through her again.

So Elain finally asked, “Are you the Fae who killed my mother?”

It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together. These Fae had broken into Elain’s house like it was nothing—like they had been there before. And, since they were the only rebels who had dared to cross onto New Prythian, into her father’s territory…

Eris looked directly into her eyes as he said, “Yes.”

It was strange how one simple word had managed to knock her breath out of her chest—how it replaced all the air with that angry, sizzling fire, begging to be let out like a caged animal.

Elain choked through the feeling. “You did this?” She looked at Lucien. “Did you?” He said he hadn’t been to her lands before, but, in the less than twenty-four hours Elain had known him, he had not been truthful with her once. Why should she believe him?

Lucien met her stare calmly. “Would it change anything if I did?” he asked.

Elain would kill him, she decided right there and then. She didn’t care when, she didn’t care how—hell, she didn’t even care if it really was him who had done it. One way or another, Lucien Vanserra would pay for it—for all of it.

Perhaps she would hire a mercenary—or send an entire guard after him, if she ever managed to return home. Perhaps she would find the worst magical object in her father’s prized collection and use it to do it herself. An enchanted dagger, perhaps, shoved right through his neck.

So Elain told him, forcing that resolve into her trembling tone, “I want to know if the male who ruined my future is the same one who ruined my past.”

Lucien’s brows rose.

“It was me,” Eris said then, once again reminding Elain that perhaps Lucien was not the only male she had to swear to kill.

Her head whipped towards him. “How?” she questioned, jaw tensing as she made herself add, “There wasn’t any blood on her sheets when she was found.”

She had to know. Whatever they’d done to her, she’d repay it tenfold.

A rare thought crossed her mind that Nesta would have enjoyed the newfound bloodlust in Elain. Her sister had always harboured more vindictiveness inside her than Elain, which apparently was something Lucien Vanserra had a talent of bringing out of her. Perhaps she needed to get to Hybern, first—to alert Nesta and her allies, however terrifying they were, of the rebels who dared to kill their family.

If the promise was written on her face, Eris seemed to care for none of it. “Your mother died a lot quicker than she deserved,” he simply said, fixing the cuffs of his immaculate bronze jacket.

“Monsters,” Elain seethed. “You’re such monsters.”

A warning flame flickered in Lucien’s russet eyes. Beautiful, Elain had called them. She cursed herself for a fool once more.

“My brother is many things, Princess,” Lucien said slowly. “But a monster is not one of them.”

Eris’s gaze shot over to Lucien’s.

“And my sister?” Elain asked, dread building in her chest in anticipation of the answer. “What did you do to her?”

Eris’s attention returned to her. “We did not kill Feyre Archeron,” he told her. “Your mother was trouble enough.”

Her throat burned. “I hate you.”

Eris sighed. “I’m sure you do,” he nodded, as though she was nothing but a mere child and he was the one forced to pacify it. “That doesn’t change the fact that we need your help, Lady Archeron, and we will not release you until you give it to us.”

Elain shook her head. “You’re insane,” she told them both. “Insane. Why would I help the monsters,” she repeated, secretly enjoying the way Lucien’s nostrils flared at the word, “who had spent centuries trying to kill every last one of my kind? My own family?”

Lucien bristled, “Liars. Humans have always been such liars.”

Elain’s features were crafted of stone as she faced him again. “You have been lying to me from the moment we met,” she told Lucien. “I don’t ever want to speak to you again.”

A muscle jutted in Lucien’s jaw.

“If you don’t listen to my brother,” Eris interrupted, watching her closely, “Perhaps you could be convinced by an old friend.”

Elain did not have time to question any of them as the flaps of the tent opened, the pale sunlight pouring in through the gap. As a new figure appeared in the entrance and brushed past Azriel, her hair shining like red-hot, molten metal.

That face—Elain knew that face. Had remembered how it lit up in a smile the very last time she had seen it, six years ago before the messengers alerted the Manor of her death.

The Huntsman’s daughter, her death the very first time Elain understood just how cruel the Fae truly were, stopped right before Elain and smiled.

Alive.

Elain swallowed in disbelief. “Vassa?”

***

The camp had been packed up before Elain even got the chance to see it. She had simply been placed in a rather unimpressive, open wooden carriage when a black-haired female appeared in her tent and announced they were ready to depart.

You can save your heartfelt reunion for the journey, Eris had told her then. We need to keep moving.

“I don’t understand,” Elain now told Vassa, trying not to scowl through the pain in her rear as they made their way through the bumpy road. She had ignored Lucien, who was quickly proving a rather unfortunate company, and the smirk still playing on his lips from the first time she’d yelped out in surprise when the carriage went over a rock. “I thought you were dead.”

Vassa smiled lightly, “My father certainly likes to spread that story around,” she told her. “It helps his cause, if nothing else. Truth is, he’s never liked me very much.”

“Does he know you’re alive?” Elain asked.

“He’s heard rumours, I’m sure,” Vassa nodded. “It brings me comfort to know they keep him up at night,” she added, a smirk of her own now curling her mouth.

Elain’s brows knotted. “Your father is a good person, Vassa.” She didn’t the Huntsman all that well, yes, but he was the one who had been keeping the Fae like Lucien away from New Prythian for all those centuries. Mostly successfully.

Vassa gave her a look. “Come now, Elain,” she almost scolded. “We haven’t spent much time together in the past, but I’ve always thought you were smarter than this.” She looked out to the path ahead as she added, “They all want us to think of them as our saviours, but those of us who have broken free of their lies…we know the truth.”

Elain angled her head. “Which is?”

“You’ll find out soon,” was Vassa’s cryptic reply.

“Where is it you’re taking me, exactly?”

Lucien shifted in his seat, reminding her of his rather unwelcome presence. “That is none of your concern,” he said, crossing his arms over his muddy, white shirt. He’d gotten rid of the jacket he’d worn at the ball, his sleeves now rolled up to his elbows, exposing arms so well-built she had to wonder just how many ex-fiancés he had to kill to look that ridiculous.

“I was not speaking to you,” she rudely told him. Then, upon further consideration, “I hope you know this engagement is over,” she added.

Lucien rolled his eyes. “My poor, broken heart,” he mocked, then rested an arm on the wooden rim and returned to brooding in silence.

Good. Elain was quickly finding out she was less aggravated the longer he kept his mouth closed.

“And they tell us to be afraid of the Fae,” she told Vassa. “Are they all such idiots?”

She could have sworn she heard a quiet scoff coming somewhere from the front.

Vassa grinned, clearly hearing it, too. “Oh, yes.”

“I am still here, Vassa,” Lucien grumbled.

Fine. If he so badly wanted to be part of the conversation, she would indulge him. As vexing as Lucien Vanserra was, she could at the very least get some answers out of him. And at best…he could be more useful to her than she'd originally thought.

So she asked, “How did you kill him?” She clarified, in case he really did spend all his free time killing mortal men, “Greysen?”

Vassa turned to Lucien. “I don’t think she wants to hear—”

“I ripped his heart out,” Lucien told her as if he was describing no more than his breakfast. Then, “It was over before he even really felt it.”

Elain looked at Vassa. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Vassa’s eyes widened. “Should we stop the carriage?”

Elain nodded. “Plea—”

“We are not stopping the carriage,” Lucien cut in. “The Princess has heard of worse things in her life, Vassa,” he added, his gaze drifting back to Elain. “But that was a clever move, I’ll give you that. Too bad it didn’t work,” he shrugged, that shit-eating smirk returning onto his face.

“I hate you,” Elain told him truthfully, silently cursing all the gods for letting him ruin all her plans again. The open carriage would have been a lot harder to slip out of if it weren’t for his interrupting.

His smile only grew as he pointed out, “You didn’t seem to hate me at the ball.”

“And you didn’t seem to be such a—”

“Alright,” Vassa said, her voice rising over the rather unladylike nickname Elain had opted for. “Let’s all calm down, shall we? There really is no need to ruin a perfectly good carriage, especially when we’re going to need it for later.” A look at Elain. “I would appreciate it, though, if you didn’t try any more tricks on us, Elain. As difficult as this one is making it for me to prove, we do mean well.”

“Don’t forget who her father is,” Lucien added, his tone betraying nothing but mockery. “She may not understand the meaning of the word.”

“You didn’t even know him,” Elain spat.

“I didn’t have to,” Lucien said. “The fact that he married someone like your mother, of all the monsters on this earth, is telling enough.”

“Oh, you mean the woman you murdered?”

Vassa sighed deeply. “There are many things you don’t know, Elain,” she told her. “Everything will be explained once we reach the—” Lucien cleared his throat, and Vassa rolled her eyes once more. “Once we reach our destination,” she said instead, and Elain cursed them both for yet another lie they were feeding her.

“Why should I believe anything he says?” she asked. “Anything you all say? You kidnapped me from my own home, killed my fiancé, and are now taking me Gods know where in hopes of…what? That I’ll help you?” She almost laughed. “Give me one good reason, Vassa,” she told her. “Give me one reason why I should listen.”

“You don’t exactly have any other choice,” Lucien muttered from the front of the carriage.

“Shut up, Lucien,” Vassa told him. “Look. I know this is…difficult to understand,” she started, and the pity in her eyes was enough to make Elain seethe all over again.

“Don’t patronise me,” she accused.

“I’m not,” Vassa pressed. “I was you, once. Did you know why my father sent me to the Wildlands all those years ago?” She scoffed, more to herself now than Elain as she added, “I was getting out of control. His control, of course, and he was not happy with it. He didn’t like seeing my power grow—didn’t like seeing how his court rallied around me, how every hunt I returned from was more successful than the last. His hold over Braemar was slipping right into my hand.” Something like sadness took hold of her freckled features, and the air around them seemed to thicken. Even Lucien’s attention drifted back towards them as Vassa said, “But, at that time, my hand was his own. I was his daughter. Everything I did—all of it—had been to gain his favour. I killed and slaughtered because I thought that, with enough bloodshed spilled in his name, he would eventually claim me as his heir. Hell, claiming me as his child would have probably been enough for me.” Cerulean eyes met Elain’s own. “But all my father saw was a threat. So I became exactly that.”

Vassa continued, “When he sent me to the North under some pathetic excuse of protection from the Fae rebels marching on Braemar, I knew it was to get rid of me. I begged and I pleaded for him to let me stay—to let me fight by his side, to avenge our ancestors and kill the masters threatening our family again. All this time, I had no idea it was us, the humans, living in their ancestral home. That it was my family who had taken that home from the ones who had once been our allies.”

“But my father didn’t let me stay—he forced me onto my horse and, with a legion of twelve sentries who I knew were really my executioners, sent me to the border. The fact that he thought twelve men could hold me down…” A sly smile curled the corner of her mouth. “Then again, my father had always underestimated me.”

Elain swallowed.

“They attacked the moment we stepped into the Guardian’s lands,” Vassa went on, “But the border was empty. He was likely in on it, too. No one in their right mind ever wants to get on the Harvester’s bad side. So when the first of the sentries swung his sword at my neck, there wasn’t a single soul in those woods to help me.”

“Please,” Lucien said, a smile of his own now tugging at his lips. “It’s not like you needed any help.”

Vassa offered him a grin—then turned to Elain, her next words preventing her from analysing how in the hell the Huntsman’s own daughter befriended someone like Lucien Vanserra as she added, “When Eris found me, my hair was sticky with blood and my fingers half-frozen from the snow.” Elain shuddered. “But I survived. The fire he’d cast brought me back from the cold death I was succumbing too. I knew who he was right away—I recognised the magic still haunting the halls of the home I was exiled from.” She shook her head, her curls grazing her collarbone slightly. “He knew who I was, too, and what my family had done to his own. I was dying, defenceless and his enemy. But Eris did not kill me,” she said, “He helped me up.”

“He told me the truth—about everything. Had proven it, too, because as much as I hated my father, I still believed the lies he’d been telling me my entire life. You all showed me another way,” she said to Lucien, a small smile lighting up her face before she turned back to Elain. “I’ve been by their side ever since.”

“And we owe you a lifetime’s debt for it,” Lucien said.

Vassa tilted her head slightly. “There are no debts among friends, Lucien.”

“All this to say,” she said to Elain, “I know why you hate them—why you probably hate me right now, too. But I’ve seen true monsters, Elain, and they don’t look like the males who have stolen you from New Prythian.” That sadness returned to her stare as she told her, “They look like the man whose eyes you see in the mirror every morning.”

Elain studied her face. “And I suppose Eris will show me the truth,” she said slowly—then turned to Lucien. “He is your brother,” she added, remembering the familial term Eris had called him back in the tent.

“He is,” Lucien agreed.

“Older?”

Vassa snorted.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You wound me, little fawn.”

“Stop calling me that,” Elain told him.

“As you wish, Princess.”

“Gods, I don’t know which is worse,” Elain grimaced. She continued, though, curiosity getting the better of her, “Eris called you the seventh son of the Autumn Court—the old Braemar,” she clarified. “Would that not make him…” she hesitated, not entirely sure whether the words she’d learned from her old history books were truly a spell of some sorts—a spell that would bring them back to life.

Lucien hummed. “Are you afraid, Elain?”

If she admitted it, he would probably call her something infuriating like little fawn again. So she told him, “No.”

Lucien smiled knowingly. “Then ask me the question.”

Elain pushed through the words. “Is Eris the High Lord of the Autumn Court?”

“Yes,” Lucien simply told her. “He is.”

Elain’s shoulders tensed.

“If it helps, it was a shock to me, too,” Vassa chimed in.

“I thought the High Lords were all dead,” Elain said, hating the quiet hollowness invading her tone.

“He is the last one, as far as we’re aware,” Lucien explained matter-of-factly. “But he doesn’t wish to be addressed as such—not while the humans are still living in our home.” He added, “Our father was killed shortly after the War, and the rest of our brothers followed shortly after. The ancient magic became Eris’s, and he became the High Lord.” A shadow passed through his handsome features. “A High Lord without land, without subjects, without family. As the humans took over, our magic dwindled, too. The things we were once able to do are now all but a distinct memory. Eris will not call himself High Lord until that magic—until everything—is returned to us.”

He looked at Elain. “That is why you’re here, little fawn,” he crooned. “You’re going to help us get it back.”

The carriage halted with the words—and Elain realised the rocky path had finally ended. They had somehow ended up in the middle of a forest, so golden and bright she had to squint before she took it all in—before she noticed the leaves, gleaming with health and all the shades of auburn and red, the wooden pillars forming a circle around the clearing stretching right before them.

A dozen balls of fire cackled to life atop the pillars, prompted by a magic so ancient Elain could practically taste it on her tongue.

“Welcome,” Lucien’s voice sounded behind her, rich and deep, as if brought to life by this strange place, too. “To the Vanserra Hold.”

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien fic #elucien fanfiction #acotar #my writing

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Yandere Mikey X Reader drabble

!!!MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Yandere, forced relationship, mentioned side character death by burning,

Additional warning: I am not a native speaker, so there might be grammatical or spelling mistakes

Please let me know if I forgot anything in the warnings section or the tags

"Mikey knows." Surprisingly, it was Sanzu who tipped you off.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know. Mikey knows you contacted your family."

You froze. This meant a lot. This meant Mikey might change his mind about not harming your family. You didn't do anything bad-not that contacting your family could be bad-but even in Mikey's standards, you didn't do anything bad. All you did was to call your sister and tell her you were alright. You did it very carefully too. You used a public phone and kept it short. Just to relieve your family. Just to let them know you were okay. But even that, was a heinous crime in Mikey's eyes. Mikey deemed you his and his alone. No connection other than him and the people he allows was not allowed, and the people from your 'past' definitely didn't fall into the category. Mikey hated it when you thought about your life before him. So he made sure your 'past' remained in the past and any act of rebellion on this matter caused heavy problems. Last time you talked to someone out of Mikey's circle, it was an old classmate. You two came across each other at the mall, and although Mikey was right beside you, it didn't stop him. Days later, your classmate died in a house fire. Authorities claimed it happened because of an electronic device, but you knew better. Because there it was, in the front page of a newspaper Mikey bought for you to pass time. You never saw him scheming, he never told anything, and you had no way to prove it, but you knew it was Mikey 's goons who burned that poor woman's house. Even thinking what he could do to your sister filled you with fear. Your mind was full with thoughts now. What should you do? Should you go and 'confess' it yourself? Or should you wait until Mikey acts? But then it would be too late. The best option seemed like confessing before he acts. That way, you might be able to protect her. This was the only way. So with a newfound determination, you marched over to his office.

Upon entering his bottomless dark eyes focused on you as always. Mikey always looked at you with intensity, as if he wanted to see deep inside you still, after all this time.

"What is it, Angel?" It was impossible to understand his mood from his soft voice or face. Was he angry or not? He was a master at concealing his emotions. You assumed he was angry and scheming, but his outside demeanor gave no hints.

"I... I have something to confess, Mikey."

He sat slightly straighter. He was ready for the bombshell. Or so you hoped. Whether you were ready to drop it or not was the real question.

"A few days ago, I... Called my sister." After a sigh, words flew after another from your mouth as if you had no time. In a way, you didn't have any.

"I just wanted to let them know I was okay. I swear I didn't tell them anything. Nothing. Really. Please believe me. Please." Your voice cracked and you started to sob. This broke him from trance.

"Come here baby."

You followed his command and let him sit you on his lap.

"Calm down baby. I am not angry. You did very good by coming to me on your own. As a reward, I'll lessen your punishment."

You looked up with teary eyes.

"I will just ground you for a few days and nothing more. Yes?"

You nodded.

"But don't repeat your mistake. Okay? Don't do this again. Your past is gone, including your family. Okay?"

You nodded again and hugged him as a sign of gratitude. Your past could never be erased from your memories, but if it meant protecting those you once held dear you were willing to act like it could.

#yandere Mikey #yandere Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #tw: yandere

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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months

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TLOZ translations always seem to be a bit shitty. I still see people talk about the weird translation of the Demise monologue at the end of SkSw. I think someone said that Demise was more general with his statement, as in there will always be forces from the demon tribe fighting against the light or smth? Not specifically "us three will always fight". (I've read it a few times, but hard to remember, sorry.) (On the topic of SkSw, I kinda dislike how much it impacted theories within TLOZ, some theories are really cool, don't get me wrong. But now, even games that existed for years before suddenly are being pushed to fit with the lore presented in that game. Ganondorf being the best example: He no longer is his own character who did bad things because of his own will and actions, it's now "He did it all because an evil curse made him do it. He had no choice, he was born as a vessel for the demonic lord." The implications that "the curse of Demise" also would mainly go for the already vilified race of the Gerudo, and make their one male an evil warlord is already kinda... yeah... no. (Not to mention that there are other demon lords throughout the franchise that have nothing to do with Ganon.)

Ohh speaking of this I recently saw this post that did a good translation of that very moment, and pretty much confirms what you are mentioning anon; that it's basically a promise of that cycle coming back moreso than Demise himself coming back (especially since his actual and definitive death is a big deal in that game).

But yeah, I agree it has taken a huge space in the way the series is thought about. I pretty much completely missed that hard turn, as I couldn't play Skyward Sword when it released and wasn't super into Zelda afterward anymore (I had gotten too edgy.... 2011 was the year where I got obsessed with every horror videogame in existence basically except for Resident Evil for some reason I could never get into that series ANYWAY WAY off topic........), so coming back a few years later had me very ???? puzzled about how the theories had reconstructed themselves around Hylia and Demise and endless cycles (it's not that it wasn't a thing before, but I wouldn't say it was as much a Series Trademark as it is now).

But yeah. Ganondorf having his own motivations makes him immediately stronger as an antagonist, especially since his deal is quite complicated all things considered.

I am having a thought about how a lot of Zelda villains' motivation is a sort of rebellion against nature. I have scratched enough digital paper about Ganondorf's situation, but like... Minish Cap Vaati is also very much motivated by his refusal to remain small and whimsical and seize power instead of staying in his lane (and then he gets horny in Four Sword so, maybe let's not go there), Zant is.... Zant, Hilda in A Link Between World has been cosmically punished for trying to reject the Goddesses and create a world on its own terms --like SERIOUSLY this is HORRIFYING I feel like we don't talk enough about how utterly nightmarish of a reality that paints for Hyrule as a whole-- Girahim is devoted but fights for the side more or less destined to lose... It's interesting how Hyrule is hostile to change and anything that threatens the statut quo.

(then you have the occasional Majora and Yuga, whomst I dooon't think really fit the above category --to their full credit! and then you have Bellum, who is..... a blob...... And I don't remember enough from either the Oracles game or about Malladus to put them in either category, I need to replay those games)

Hyrule really has this frightening quality to it when you stare at it for too long: that your two only options are to either graciously submit to your assigned cosmic role, or fight it and become darkness incarnate in some way. A Link Between World showed, quite starkly, that trying to escape that binary choice is *not an option*.

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Make A Wish - Season 6

I do not know if in the scripts (or in the books) we know something about the degree of friendship between Nick and Rita. Or if they were just two people who worked for the Waterfords and were just nice each other everytime they met.

During season 5, I would have liked to see June and Rita talk about Nick. Especially after seeing him at Fred's funeral but not only. I would have thought Rita would be worried for him. Unfortunately, the writing of her character suggests otherwise.

In another context, we could have seen Rita offering to cook tuna and June smiling, lost in thought, remembering this moment Nick confessed to her:

- Oh, then you should definitely avoid the tuna ... I just do not like it very much.

June would have pointed out that just like her father, Holly does not like it at all.

I am disappointed that Rita does not seem to care about those still in Gilead, the other Marthas. That her friendship with June looks non-existent now they are in Canada. I wish Rita was June’s confidante instead of being Luke’s groupie.

What happened to her? The one who dared to drink a sip of champagne at Serena's baby shower in full view of everyone: Wives, Aunts, Handmaids, Marthas and June. An example of an act of rebellion, a perfect: F*** you Gilead.

"Serving those who are not only the architect of my prison, but of Gilead itself, took everything I had. Until I discovered that being part of the resistance, dedica-ted to making everyone free, would take even more."

Rita Blue

In season 6, I really hope to see Rita get involved in the resistance to help these still at Gilead. In some way, I would love she will help Nick (who will be still at Gilead).

Maybe she could also be around when Osblaine will have to entrust Holly to a foster family. Let us not forget that Rita is the little girl’s Godmother.

I think I would like to see one or two flashbacks. I do not know which ones yet. In any case, moments of complicity between Nick and Rita. Do you have some ideas?

Maybe when Rita caught Nick stealing coffee while June was at the Boston Globes. Threatening to denounce him to Fred with a little smile. Before to suggest him to take some muffins because she cooked a few too many: You should take some blueberry muffins, they are her favorite, she whispers. Then she leaves the kitchen.

Source GIF: https://splitscreen.tumblr.com Source Picture: Screenshot S2E04 (by me)

#the handmaid's tale #osblaine #june osborne #nick blaine #rita blue #season6 wish

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lady-of-the-puddle · 1 year

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All right I've been holding this back for a while but now you get to see my

Rating Tron's Exes

list

The boy:

See? him face

And now the exes:

FIRST UP WE HAVE

1. Dyson

Bougie Rat Bastard 3000

Is the Worst™

Absolute dork loser

Made a grab for power and betrayed his brother his captain hiS KING

Not even hot

2/10 Sucks like the vacuum he is

2. Clu

Discount fuck boi god wannabe

Okay listen

There's chemistry between them

Even if it's toxic af

He's part of Kevin of course he and Tron dated

Yes it was full of hate

Esp when he was stuck as Rinzler 😏

But sometimes u gotta date an asshole to know what u dont want

0/10 Actual Nazi

3. Able

Daddy? Sorry

FATHER material

Has stable job and income

Firm but kind and caring

Will tell u to stfu

Divorce was mutual and they got split custody of Beck so pretty chill breakup overall

10/10 Need I say more

4. Cyrus

Boundaries Were Crossed

Yet another betrayal *sigh*

My boi Tron knows how to pic em

Somehow more crazy than Clu

But less Nazi at least???

Spectacular revenge plot tbh

Looks pretty sick 😎

World's Messiest Breakup

5/10 Dedicated to the bit

4.1 Beck

CRACK SHIP I SWEAR

I know y'all are about to come for me

But listen

Programs have no concept of age

This ship is purely for fun for me, I highly ship them as father and son usually (see: Able)

Something about the desperation and trust issues between them speak to me

We all know it would never work out

7/10 doomed by the narrative (if we HAD ANY)

5. Flynnster

fuck boi God SUPREME

I am highly biased on this

loves Tron so much he ported him from the old system

Spent more time with him than with his own son (-1 point for that)

named everything after him

Tron was ready to give up his own life to save him

ANGST

never officially broke up but he thought he was derezzed so that counts

9/10 HERE WE STAND WORLDS APART HEARTS BROKEN IN T- ok I'll stop

6. Ram

Cinnamon Roll too pure yadda yadda

Wide eyed sweetheart

Never did anything wrong in his short cycle

Was in a brief polycule with Tron and Flynn

Only broke up because he derezzed

What's not to like

11/10 perfect angle

7. Yori

HER

Unpopular opinion y'all are about to murder me

They were each other's beards

She's a nerd lesbian

Because she's hot and I want a chance with her I want her to be

They simply realized they preferred other programs and amicably broke up

She calls him up from the first system every now and then and they spill some hot tea and rebellion tips

100/10 bc im in love with her here have another pic

Anyone I missed?

In conclusion, all users and programs desire Tron carnally, grid's biggest slut, he's in nothing and is my everything thank you for coming to my TRON Talk next time I'll rate Beck's exes cause that's been overcooking in my brain too

#tron #tron uprising #tron legacy #tron 1982 #kevin flynn #tron beck #tronblr #clu #yori #rinzler

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andromedaexists · 2 months

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝙱𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃

sorry for stepping away for a few weeks, there were a couple things happening in my life that required my full attention!

BUT I'M BACK!!! (a lil bit late BUT THAT'S OKAY) and I come with news!

I was accepted into Lavender Con! It's a new book convention in Washington, DC that's coming up in June! I will be attending as an author with 2 days of signing time for Call Me Icarus! I will also be bringing a couple proofs of Incorrect Eyes, I might even give them out as ARCs!!

Incorrect Eyes is entering revisions! I stopped working on it for a few weeks to let it ruminate while some alpha readers looked at it. Not all of my readers have come back to me at this point, but I have enough feedback that I want to start working on it and get it rolling!

Desecrate is entering re-writes! I have a decent amount written from last spring when I used Desecrate as my final project for Starting A Novel. Since then, I have changed a lot of things including the entirety of Kit's personality, so the story is going into full re-writes!

I have a new project on my plate! I had the idea for a cozy fantasy that I would love to work on in the background as a way to sort of decompress from my heavy hitters (a.k.a. my stories about: rebellion & revolution, paranoia & body horror, and the deconstruction of religion & religious trauma). This is a background work so I don't wanna talk too much on it, but i'm very excited about it!!

I think that covers most of what's going on! I spent a lot of time developing a (nearly 10k word) plot outline for desecrate and we're going back in from square one!

But I know y'all are here for the snippies:

snippies are going to be a little bit different moving forward now that the news of tumblr feeding our posts to AI has come out. I've already opted out of this happening again, but just in case tumblr is a soulless corporation (it is), I am still going to remain cautious. That means the snippies I share will now be from early drafts of my stories and will not be the same as they appear on page. They might also be shorter! but I don't want to stop sharing all-together

from desecrate:

Kit feels emotions thick in the back of his throat as he walks through the home. Everything has been left untouched, covered by a light layer of dust from the year of vacancy. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a lot to move in, there isn’t much room left. “Whoa, are these all you?” Benny asks from across the room. Ah yes, the Kit wall. His mother had installed it in the house before they moved to the city, leaving his papa here alone. It’s the far wall of the living room and it’s filled with hundreds of photos, all of him from the time of his birth up until the day they moved about a decade ago. Kit walks over to join Benny just as Father Isaac comes up behind them, resting his hands on their shoulders (Kit & Benny are shoulder to shoulder w/ father Isaac between then but behind them family portrait style). His eyes scan over his youth photographed before him. Pictures of him as an infant in the frilly dresses his mom made him wear, pictures from every year of ballet he did, pictures from ever sport he ever participated it. “Oh my God!” Benny gasps. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader?” In her hand is a picture from 8th grade, the year before they moved. The year before kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit’s heart as he looks at the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved.

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blocksgame · 5 months

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Blocksgame Orpheus's crackpot lore theory hour - QSMP FitMC edition

/rp

We know that Fit was recruited on 2b2t by an unknown party to steal player data from the Federation.

Bear with me. These are players in a Minecraft world. They live in a server, though they can go between servers. Either literally on computers or in a more metaphysical way, they're data. Their bodies are data. What if "player data" is that data.

Maybe it's a brain emulation situation and a full set of "player data" is literally all of their memories and past actions and brain such that it would be indistinguishable from the original (at the point the copy was made.) Maybe it's something less intense, but like, still what you would need to recreate that person, something of their memories or capabilities.

I am not positing that he's here to, like, kidnap players, exactly. I am positing that he's copying or stealing copies of the data that makes them up. And he is giving those copies to his employer so that they can experiment on or run those players on another server.

This squares with a couple other things Fit has indicated about his task:

He doesn't think his friends will directly come to harm. He's talked about getting out of there with Ramon. I don't get the sense that he thinks, say, Pac will die as a result of his actions. Etc.

Nonetheless, he's said that the others would hate him if they knew

Well, Fit comes from a culture (2b2t) that makes extensive use of bots, as well as coerced labor. What if Fit's stealing player data so that it can be piped into, like, Fantasy Baritone Mod and used to mine or build or do other actions. Or uploaded to other servers.

Like a Lena/MMAcevado situation [CW for short story at link: identity horror, horror about uploaded minds].

FAQ:

Why does Fit have to be on Quesadilla Island to do this?

Maybe it's unusual to have player data stored somewhere accessible. The Federation and the Rebellion seem to be in the business of altering or creating people - the eggs, the code, the workers, the Cucuruchos, SOFIA, the minimes, Baghera and the other hybrids, AyRobot, Luzu, whatever's up with the two Quackitys... Maybe they work with this and they're known to keep copies of this data serverside.

Wait. I know Fit's an asshole, but isn't mistreating perfect clones of his friends still mistreating his friends? Would he really do that?

If you ask me, a perfect clone of you or your brain that has your thoughts and memories and behaviors is you in most of the important ways. But people disagree and I don't think Fit necessarily would see it this way. He's smart and resourceful but I don't think he necessarily has an expansive theory of mind. (If nothing else, the environment he was in before this did not really reward empathy.) I think he might say that as long as his versions of his friends are safe, any other copies out there are all but strangers, and thus, fair game.

...And he absolutely wouldn't be motivated to start thinking otherwise now. He's in too deep.

I feel like you just gestured at a sort of entire Minecraft-based cosmology that there's no evidence for in the story.

I did do that. That's on me. It would be cool, though, wouldn't it?

#qsmp fan theory bros #qsmp fitmc #qsmp fit #qsmp meta #I think this counts as meta?#tell me if meta means something else. thank you #human trafficking //#<- in implication. i DO NOT know how to warn this better uh let me know if you need a different warning on this #simulation theory //#<- in implication I guess

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wewebaggit · 10 months

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i love how ur bio says safe space for hopper haters bc too many ppl in this fandom are always like “whaaaaat!? but how can u not like jopper 🥺” when he is not only a full grown man who abuses his power and was horrible to Joyce in s3 but also his character itself is literally copaganda

and it’s concerning and so weird (but also unsurprising) that jopper is like… elevated as this god tier ship, even in queer spaces, when in reality it’s pretty mid and also why would I want to ship Joyce byers with a cop

Hey booksandpaperss!

I am a safe space for ALL HATING. But specifically Jim Copper hate simply because he is shown a lot of undeserved grace by the fandom and the writers.

Since it's now in vogue to hate on s3 I'll take this opportunity to escape being called a negative nancy for once and just a hatering hater. Here goes:

My hate for Hopper is not as a result of season 3 but in fact it began with s2. (s1 a wee bit) But truly honestly deeply since season 2.

Hopper in season 2

After giving up Eleven's location in the prior season, Hopper then out of the goodness of his heart (😒) starts leaving Eggos for El in a reverse HansEl and GretEl. The feral El now has a home. But is it a home? Or just another prison? Hopper leaves her alone in the cabin with nothing but a TV. And so El spends her days mindlessly going through all the shit the idiot box has to offer. The only time she's actively interested in the TV is when she wants to use the static to get into the void. Because she has been kept away from the ONE friend she made out of the lab. And let's bffr. It's Mike. She is looking for Mike. And Mike too is the only one thinking about her. Hopper keeping her away from him and lying and being nothing but and angy aggressive cop of a dad is supposed to make the audience feel.....wait what are we supposed to feel? Mad at Hopper? Cuz the end result was people hating on El rebelling against Hopper. And it is all because El's resolution at the end of the Lost Sister episode was......that she needed to go back to Hopper and her friends. However, again it is a point in time when Hopper's at the lab and in mortal danger.

So since we love deep dives and shit and developing lore around characters, would she have been compelled to return to Hopper were he just, idk sitting in his cabin or at the station or whatever. A lot of ST is just about characters deciding to do stuff when someone is in REAL DANGER™️ But specifically with Hopper, he only steps up as dad when El's in danger. Otherwise he's treating her as a pet, something Mike was wrongfully accused of.

The whole entire (almost) year that El was with Hopper we do not see a change in her personality. Her rage has worsened. Her vocabulary is still lacking. In spite of the word of the days. There's no female presence in her life. He neither recruited Joyce nor her aunt (though that would have been sus, agreed n yet would it have been any different seeing as El managed to do it alone.) She's been held hostage for her own good.

Hopper: You put us in danger.

El: You promise. I go. I never leave. Nothing ever happens.

And then he grounds her. Like she was living it up otherwise. (S2E4)

We know it was because this was El's story of rebellion and trying to find her identity and so the story does not have Hopper do these things. But that still means that the story chose for Hopper to not do these things. He is even shown apologising (meh. half assed like his foil Mike, but that's for later) for it towards the end. And yet, that's something that's rarely discussed in fandom circles while talking about Hopper.

Hopper in Season 3

Oh he proves he's a blackhole alright. Sucked Joyce's character development. He's only marginally improved letting Mike see her but beyond that it's still mostly the same. She still is under-socialised. Speaks like that. El herself seeks out Max. Joyce is still too busy being ungrateful (I know not the intent, but the execution nonetheless) she's still not leaving the cabin much and has some curfew. Again which is, well why is it there? Cuz she's been coolly gallivanting with Max at the mall and everywhere else without a problem.

He's a proper asshole to Mike and a bully. Who tf threatens murder to a 13 year old kid? Like between having a chat and threatening homicide, he could come up with ZERO options. He needs emotional laxatives that aren't just anger and bullying.

Hopper in season 3 is an unfunny comic relief. A man baby. A bully who uses his cop privileges. Who treats the woman he supposedly likes like shit. He was so mad about Joyce not meeting up with him despite her telling him the reason. I mean mister you did that with Eleven too and just expected her to understand. The juvenile hUmOUr and the macho man action scenes where he's outwitting trained Russian mercenaries (lmao) is a step down from the basement he was already in. Him treating Alexei like shit when he was the only one who could have helped them. Make it make sense. (Anti-Russia/USSR pro USA copaganda and nothing else)

Also beyond all of this I simply hate Hopper for taking away valuable screentime from the kids that this show is supposedly about but hasn't really been that for some time now. He's a white male war veteran cop who's a Hawkins native and was a popular kid in school too. So he's not even an outsider in terms of being the new man in town, let alone the shit that really matters.

Hopper in Season 4

Not dead enough.

Jopper throughout the show

Mid chemistry. Joyce is already a semi-absent mother but becomes entirely absent after Hopper's message from Russia. She has ZERO clue of what her kids are going through in Cali and then has the fucking audacity to walk out on them without even letting them know that she might not return. She also leaves the only responsible person in that household with the charge as if she ever took it. She is now been relegated to being the comic relief which is neither comical and far from a relief and Hopper's girlfriend. Every season she has proven to be right on the money with her instincts and every season everyone including Hopper question her as if she's the dumb one. Hello. Do you guys clear up your memory after every season? It's annoying and one note. Hopper is a jealous manbaby all of s3 and a fucking liar. "i shOuldn't hAVe seNt yOu the LeTteR" Bitch u did. You wanted out. Dasvidaniya! El's college fund. But you'll only need it if you make it through school 🤷‍♀️. WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOMESCHOOL HELLO. Though I do commend the subversion of the found family trope where both the adults are pathetic parents. Do love one of the main couples being failparents! (is that a thing? or are they pioneers?)

#byler #stranger things #wewe's askbox #jim hopper #jim copper #joyce byers #anti jopper #kinda had to reel it in

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the-world-of-nai · 5 months

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birth chart analysis: taylor swift

today's celeb that we are going to be analyzing is miss americana herself, taylor swift. (also can we talk about how gorgeous this woman is because DANGGGGGGGGGGGGGG)

i am not a swiftie, but i do find taylor an interesting person. she is a narc but she doesn't seem like the crazy evil kind. she is ultra successful, so loved, but so hated.

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sun in ♐︎, 21 degrees

this makes taylor a sun ruled sagittarius. in other words, she is a sag with some leo vibes. sag people are free spirited. taylor values adventure, soul searching, and philosophy. she is a fun person who knows how to have a good time. she is spontaneous, adventurous, honest, funny, blunt, straightforward, authentic, rebellious, and spiritual/philosophical. she values truth and meaning to life. taylor sees her life as a constant journey and herself as the traveler. with the sun ruling over her, taylor likes to be in the spotlight. she also have a natural confidence/charisma to her. this leo influence can make her stubborn in her philosophical views and her needs for freedom/rebellion. naturally, this can make her someone who is non-committal and doesn't like to be told what to do. she has her own visions and her own truths, and no one can tell her otherwise. taylor may have the tendency to get bored easily. her mind is full of ideas. she is flamboyant and likes to command that attention. she can be quite femme fatale in nature due to her sagittarian confidence and free-spiritedness. she is an independent woman!

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moon in ♋︎

(she could also be a gemini moon, but most people agree she is a cancer moon so i will stick with that).

as a lunar cancer, taylor is sentimental and romantic at heart. she is compassionate and giving to those she values. she may have the tendency to reminisce a lot about the past. cancer placements can do this often. taylor lives in the past a lot; either romanticizing it or looking back at it with sadness, remorse, regret, etc. she does not open up to others very easily. in fact, she can be quite cold and uncaring to people she does not know. her close friends and family see the true extent of how self-sacrificing she can be to her loved ones. she cares and gives. she makes people feel safe, understood, and heard! however, the thing with lunar cancers is that they can become vindictive and spiteful if they feel unappreciated. it is one of their shadow traits. with this placement, taylor may have a habit of feeling overly sorry for herself and wallowing in her own victimhood. think: self pity parties. "i did all this for them, how dare they treat me this way? i am too nice and kind for my own good. people don't appreciate me and all i do for them!" that is something that can come out as a shadow trait of cancer placements. she may not voice it out loud, but it is what she is thinking. anyway, with this placement, taylor likes to be at home. her home and house are very important to her, and she always makes it a comfy, warm place that she can hide in.

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mercury in ♑︎

taylor is thorough, systematic, and precise. she is a detail oriented person. this placement can also mean that she works on projects with thoughts of how successful it will be and how much money or status she will obtain from the completion of it. like she will change her projects around and work on them according to that. commercial success and approval is important. she is quite traditional in her methods as well. she is a facts based person. she speaks thoroughly, slowly, can have a nerdy or cold voice.

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venus in ♒︎

ah yes, the venus in aqua. this placement is interesting to me. i honestly thought she was a cancer venus for so long. taylor is the type who does not fall in love very easily. aqua venus can be quite emotionally detached in romance. it can leave their partners wondering if they are even special at all LOL. her love language can be hard to understand because it is so unique. taylor really values friendship, perhaps even more than romantic love. she sees her lover as her best friend. she wants to be creative with her lover. she would love someone who inspires her to be better, inspires her creativity, and someone who she can work towards a bigger cause with. she values mental connection over everything. having good conversations and having her lover understand her way of thinking is very important. she values freedom and spontaneity in her relationships. venus in aquarius can also indicate a love for learning, writing, learning languages, etc. taylor makes her friends and lovers feel accepted. she is charitable and giving. she is honest, unique. she may often feel misunderstood by her lovers/friends. a bit of special snowflake syndrome. she wants to change the world in some way, be it environmentally or through charity work. these things bring her joy and satisfaction. she would want to do those things with her lover as well. taylor is a trailblazer and she likes to do things differently, in her own way. she likes to stand out and be unique. this can also make her a bit of a know it all, a bit of a 'pretentious artist' archetype. taylor is authentic, honest, and a bit of a quirky weirdo.

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mars in ♏︎

what a great placement tbh. taylor's work ethic is otherworldly. she will do anything and everything to accomplish what she has her eyes on, and she will tear anyone/anything down if it gets in her way. she is laser focused on her goals. taylor pours her heart and soul into what she wants to accomplish. mars in scorpio is extremely ambitious. no one can tell them no, for real. you don't want to get on taylor's bad side either because when she's mad she will destroy you. she can become very vengeful and harsh when she is mad or hurt. taylor is intuitive with this placement and the cancer moon as well. she has a strong intuition and a bit of psychic abilities perhaps. one of her shadow traits may be manipulation of those around her to get what she wants. nonetheless, this placement also gives her a lot of empathy and strong emotions. she feels emotions strongly and processes them slowly, thoroughly. she likes to go deeper. she'll ask herself things like: 'why did this hurt me?' etc. taylor may find herself stuck on her traumas from the past and holds grudges against those who hurt her. like, it's hard for her to let go of past pains. but with her empathy, she is forgiving and understanding of others.

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anyway, that's all for today's analysis! lmk what you think. i been watching the 1989 world tour clips and i wish i could've seen it live cuz it looks amazing. lmk who i should do next!

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smilingformoney · 6 months

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Incorrect Quotes: Soul of Ice/Professor Snape II Edition

Severus: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Abbie: Well, how would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Severus: What's going on?

Abbie: Teenage rebellion.

Severus: [sighs] What did I say to you this time?

Abbie: I'm going the fight the next person who insults my father.

Severus: I hate myself.

Abbie: Alright, square up.

Severus: [gently taps table]

Abbie: [taps back]

Lucius: What are they doing?

Persephone: Morse code.

Severus: [aggressively taps table]

Abbie: [slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK —

Sephy: You remind me of the ocean.

Severus: Because I’m deep and mysterious?

Sephy: No.

Sephy: Because you are full of salt and you scare people.

Severus: Now, Abbie, before I leave, you are not to partake in any of the following.

Severus: Drugs, kissing, tattoos, piercings, ritualistic animal sacrifices, cooking.

Severus:

Severus: Oh my god, I’m giving you ideas.

Sephy: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Severus: I wake up at 4.30am.

Sephy: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Lucius: What did you two do?

Abbie: …

Draco: …

Lucius: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know whether I need to lie to the Aurors again or not.

Sirius: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Severus: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

Sirius: …

Severus: …

Sephy: Severus, we’ve talked about this.

Abbie: Any idiot would know that!

Harry: I knew that!

Abbie: See?

Sephy: Who traumatised you?

Severus: Do you want a list?

Sephy, sharpening a knife: Yes, actually.

Abbie: You’re not jealous, are you?

Draco: No!

Abbie: Good, because I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Severus: WHOEVER MADE THIS MESS IS GOING TO —

Abbie: It was me.

Severus: …be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Severus: I expected better from you.

Abbie: Well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

Severus: If a stranger came up to you and said “I’m your dad’s friend, he told me to pick you up,” what would you say?

Abbie: I’d say, “You’re lying, my dad doesn’t have any friends!”

Severus: Not where I was going, but okay.

Severus: You’re annoying.

Abbie: But you love me!

Severus: That doesn’t make you any less annoying.

Abbie, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Draco, in a low voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Severus: What the fuck are you two doing?

Abbie: Playing systematic oppression.

Abbie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahaha.

Severus: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Sephy: What if we went to dinner… not as friends?

Severus: As enemies?!

Sephy: 🤦🏼‍♀️

Sephy: Severus and I are dating.

James: [gasp]

Sirius: [gasp]

Remus: [gasp]

Severus: [gasp]

Sephy: Sev, come on.

Severus: Sorry, I’m still surprised.

Severus: [refusing to go to bed]

Sephy: Sev, you need to sleep. I don’t want to press charges.

Severus: ???

Sephy: For resisting a rest.

Sephy: Absolutely not.

Abbie: 🥺

Sephy: What did I say about those puppy dog eyes?

Abbie, sadly: It only works on Dad.

Sephy: You gotta walk in rooms like the gods sent you.

Severus: As a punishment.

Sephy: Can you turn on the lights?

Severus: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Sephy: Darling, that's really sweet but I can’t see.

Severus: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Severus: I love you, Abbie.

Abbie: Love you too, Dad.

[silence]

Severus: We both love you as well, Sephy.

Sephy: Thanks, I was feeling left out.

Severus: That’s ridiculous! Lucius isn’t in love with me!

Sephy: Yes, he is.

Narcissa: Yes, he is.

Lucius: Yes, I am.

Abbie: I should have my father kill you for that.

Severus: [bursting in] Who am I killing?

Abbie: What? No, I was joking.

Severus: [drawing his wand] I wasn’t.

Severus: You know, you can’t just walk in here and expect everyone to like you, you’re not Abbie.

Lucius: Not everybody likes Abbie.

Severus: Who doesn’t?!

Lucius: What?

Severus: Names! I want names!

Sephy: Can you carry this for me?

Severus: I don’t know if I can, I can barely carry the weight of my own sins.

Sephy: Just carry the damn book, Sev.

Sephy: I know everything about you.

Severus: Oh yeah? What am I allergic to?

Sephy: Being appreciated and thanked for helping others.

Severus: What’s that?

Sephy: It’s my to-do list.

Severus: It just has my name on it.

Sephy: Yes.

Abbie: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Severus: You’re a hazard to society.

Sephy: And a coward. Do twenty.

Sephy: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Severus: We?

Sephy: We :)

Draco: Do it or you’re straight.

Abbie: [loud gasp]

Abbie: Look under there.

Harry: Under where?

Abbie: You fool. You absolute moron. You are such a monumental idiot that you don't even realize what you just said. I am a verbal magician —

Abbie: If Mum and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Severus: I don't know, both of you?

Abbie: No, you could only save one of us.

Severus: Well, I would probably save your mother because she can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer.

Abbie: Suppose I was holding an anchor. Who would you save then?

Severus: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Abbie: It's a family heirloom.

Severus: I'm leaving.

Severus: [fully immersed in a new book, listening to classical music, very focused]

Abbie: [upside down on the couch] Do you think ducks have feelings?

Sephy, admiring a sleeping Severus: You’re so cute.

Severus, sleepily: I could beat you up.

Sephy, lovingly: I know.

Narcissa: You know, Severus gives Persephone flowers all the time, I wish you’d do that too.

Lucius: Okay.

[later]

Lucius: [gives Persephone flowers]

Persephone: ?? Thank? You??

Lucius: I am just as confused as you are.

Abbie: I don’t like men.

Draco: You’re a MISANDRIST?!

Severus: Has anyone seen my top?

Lucius: Persephone is in the other room.

Severus: Excuse me?! I’m a switch and you fucking know it!

Abbie: I’m begging you, just be cool.

Draco: Hey, who’s cooler than me?

Abbie: Everyone.

Abbie: If I'm paying rent, I expect some basic fucking privacy!

Severus: You don't pay rent.

Abbie: AND I WON'T!

Severus: You want me to have friends. The thing that killed Julius Caesar.

#severus snape #pro snape #dad snape #snape x oc #incorrect quotes #incorrect Severus Snape quotes #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect soul of ice quotes

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