#I do think they had to give up their rule and kingdom and whatever completely after a while though which was ermmm. yeagh

[nevarroes]

ur hitting us w/ all the fatalistic endings, but is there one where things dont go bad? no heroes, no mortality, no fall? pls spare a crumb of happiness

okay u know I was just going to beg 4 forgiveness and say that Gortcas doesn’t really have a “good” ending (this is still true) because of who they are as people, you know.... men that will just drive whatever they’re doing to such an extreme that I see it as impossible for them to just end normally. Like if it’s not their conquest and need for power driving them to their ultimate fate it’s them as people just ruining each other sooner or later etc etc u know what I mean

BUT… there is more or less an ending to me that I usually enjoy entertaining the most where Cas’ story intertwines with the story of Jace (my main oc. my face. my pfp I know he does exist outside of serving cunt sometimes….) and it's well, not necessarily "happy" but it leaves it open enough that they might just be fine rn 💖

anyways Jace was, while Cas was in the Hells still, Mephistopheles' advisor but clearly for his own gain. I’m not going to elaborate TOO much about who or what Jace is but tldr is that Jace was the one making sure Cas survives long enough to get out of the Hells after he got disgraced and wounded by Mephistopheles and later on functions a bit as an informant about whats going on in the Nine Hells. (Why? Let’s just say Jace is something like a…. Aeon that started to rebel against Ao and the concept of balance and then fell from grace as well, ending up hiding as some common devil with a bit too much knowledge of what might happen) Much later when Cas confronts Bhaal Jace basically offers him a deal where he wants Cas to allow him to take his place as a new God instead and he will give him the powers and position of an Archdevil, basically allowing him to return back to the Nine Hells. Cas, who, as I mentioned before at some point, was VERY scared of losing himself (as in change as a person beyond recognition) if he becomes a God and also having yearned to live freely in the Hells again for ages takes this offer. also because he knows that he’ll be powerful enough down there to extend Gortash’s life or even turn him half immortal as well as long as he has some freedom and access to the Hells secrets/magic again

To me this is the only “ending” to the current plot that is, I suppose, not horrendously tragic because it just leads into another timeline where Cas and Gortash end up fucking around in the Nine Hells instead and begin challenging the Lords of the Nine 4 power (what else do you see them doing. lets be honest) … also Cas finally gets a shot at revenge on Mephistopheles as well 🙏 I'm not saying whatever is going on in the Hells will necessarily end well for them but it ALLOWS for a slightly better final end which I will not write. be free kings, try not to die horribly🔥

#blakemail #cas lore #gortcas lore #I think Gortash was half about to beat him to death with a brick after Cas made this desicion tho #not taking up godhood and stuff. also because I think Gortash thought it meant Cas would leave again for good #he didnt tho... dragged his ass back 2 Hell again as well 😭 #I do think they had to give up their rule and kingdom and whatever completely after a while though which was ermmm. yeagh #i like to pretend jace is like cas' shitty therapist sometimes #cas rants to him about Gortash and he goes “brother hes ugly as fuck can you just kill him already”

[arachnixe]

Small Minded

They say there are powers—unfathomable and unnamed—buried deep within the earth. Boons and banes and spirits and seductions call to the ambitious, but I've never known of someone actually finding one until now.

What does one say to a dark sorceress on the cusp of her victory?

My knight, so loyal and brave, wheezes and gasps for breath within his broken armor. Our roguish friend, normally so quick witted and talkative, lies silent and unmoving in a pool of blood. I don't have the strength left to heal either of them.

"Let it sink in, Princess. I've won."

She has. I bow my head in defeat.

"The Godsblood is mine."

It hovers within her reach, an unshaped carmine gem formed of the crystallized blood of whatever forgotten god was buried here. The sickly sweet scent of its power, like rotting fruit, fills the air.

"With it, I shall wield ultimate power."

Yes, the power to remake the world according to her whim, to raise mountains from the sea or to sink cities into the abyss at her pleasure, perhaps even to rewrite the laws of space and time if she desires.

"At last, I will depose your father and rule all of Rutennia in his place!"

I jerk my head upright and stare at her in disbelief. "What?"

The sorceress Velle grins like an idiot. "You heard me, Princess. Your whole kingdom will be mine."

My face must betray my feelings, judging by the way her confidence falters at my reaction. "You've claimed a power like this, and all you can think to do with it is take over this kingdom?"

"Your father—"

"Yes. I know." I wave off her explanation, disinterested. "He didn't see your worth, you wanted to show us all, I get it, but if all you wanted to do was rule Rutennia, you could have just courted me and then poisoned my father!" I scrub at my face in frustration and suppress a scream. "What small-minded ambitions!"

That throws her off balance. "Small minded? I won! I'm getting everything I want!"

"And what you want," I retort, "is a single grain of sand on a beach." I ball my hands into fists and stalk toward her, outraged that my friends died for so little. "You are a cat who stole a siege engine to catch the mouse that once eluded you. You wouldn't even know what to do with the kingdom once you had it."

Velle barks an indignant laugh. "As if the king does!" She casts a hand toward me, magically halting my approach. "No, he has others handle all the administrative duties so he can simply bask in the worship of his subjects!"

"And when the people don't worship you?" I ask through gritted teeth, "because trade with Melland and Istow has completely halted without their kings' cousin sitting our throne?"

"I'LL MAKE THEM!" She makes a tugging motion in the air, yanking me forward to shout the words in my face. "With the Godsblood I can make my subjects dance like puppets at my command! They will all kneel before my throne."

This close to the gem, the scent fills my senses. It leaves me feeling lightheaded, giddy, almost delirious, even. It draws an inappropriate giggle out of me before I can retort. "Build a doll out of cloth and sticks. Make it kneel. Put worshipful words in its mouth. It will mean just as much. Personally, I got tired of playing with dolls at age eight."

Her face reddens. "You think you can trick me into giving up my goals? You think you can convince me this power is worthless?"

"Worthless?" I cackle. "The power of a dead god, worthless? No, only the things you imagine doing with it are worthless. You want to know what you should do with all that power? I'll tell you."

She leans forward, obviously curious.

"Istow's ports give it mastery of the sea and trade we need," I explain, as if to a child, "but we don't need them if we bring the sea to us. Flood their plains, drown their whole nation if you'd like, but take that bargaining chip away."

Some dim, distant part of me says I shouldn't give her ideas, but every inhale of the intoxicating aroma of Godsblood fills my mind with visions of what that power can do. Why can't she see it as clearly as I do?

"Melland," I continue, "is weak but well defended by the terrain. Pull the mountains down onto their capital, swallow their impregnable fortress in a new chasm, and their resources become ours."

Velle's eyes light up with understanding. "Yes, yes, you're right!"

No, no, no, even I'm still thinking too small. Like a petty warlord with a mere weapon. But this is no weapon, it's the power of a god. I take a deep breath and focus. I need to be thinking like a god.

"No, why set our sights on conquering our neighbors," I muse aloud, "when there's a whole world out there to reshape? We don't need what they have. It's not a zero sum game anymore."

Judging by her face, I've lost Velle again, but I don't care. My thoughts race. With every breath I take, my vision crystallizes.

She doesn't need to understand. I don't speak for her to hear; I speak because I must. "A perfect world, answering only to me. Every river, every pebble, the mountains and the seas, the very stars in the sky, all mine…"

"No." The sorceress shakes her head and tightens her grip on the magical restraints holding me in place. "The Godsblood is mine. I found it. I got here first. You lost."

She sounds so petulant, so small. Velle doesn't understand power, not really. She's merely a spurned court magician who deluded herself into thinking she was more, not someone with the will to rule.

And this is no inert stone. The heart's blood of a god demands to be wielded. It demands the will to wield it.

It was mine the moment I decided it was mine.

Without transition, the stone is already in my hand. A twitch of a thought tears Velle's restraints to pieces, no more than a cobweb caught on a boot.

She's screaming, shouting something, flinging spells my way, but my attention falls instead upon the crumpled figures of my dear companions.

With a thought, I am no longer next to her. I stand beside my knight, seeing him inside and out. His body is a trifle to mend, and like wiping dust from a windowsill, I smooth away the injuries. With little effort, I scan the thoughts within his mind, and… oh, what useful secrets lurking within! Many ways to control this one if he chooses to resist me.

My thief is dead. I refuse to abide that for the only one I recall who could consistently make me laugh, and a god deserves a jester even more than a king, right? All it takes is a touch to reignite the spark of life and bid the soul return to its body; funny, I always imagined resurrection to be a more difficult process.

Last of all, my sorceress. I don't need to read her thoughts to recognize her profound denial of the reality of this situation. She flings chaotic bolts of fire and lightning and ice at me, howling threats and curses that mean very little.

If I want her as my high priestess, I should impress her more.

We stand in the middle of a great empty ribcage, and yes, I think a god-bone crown would suit me. Brittle ribs bend like supple grasses, shrink and weave themselves into an ornate crown to rest on my head. I crush the Godsblood gem in my fist and direct the shards to implant themselves in pleasing patterns within the bone.

Velle ceases her assault. I watch her delusions melt away upon witnessing me destroy the gem. The light of understanding dawns within her mind that my power is entirely mine, never to be stolen. A god-bone collar snakes around her neck as gently as a princess's gloved hand, and I can taste her complete surrender.

The whole world also aches for my touch, but it will have to wait just a little longer for my design to perfect it. There are many more boons and banes buried within this graveyard world, and I'll need every last one if I wish to extend my reach beyond even the stars.

And my first three worshippers still need training.

#empty spaces #my writing #corruption #princesses #gods

[batneko]

Okay I got another bowuigi idea.

Koopa Kingdom gets infested with Legally-Distinct-From-Tribbles and nobody can figure out how to get rid of them, they're eating everything, fire only makes them multiply somehow, and one day Bowser is trying to come up with ideas and mutters "What would Princess Peach do?" and one of his minions says "Call the Mario Brothers probably." They both have a good laugh over this.

But time goes by and the not!Tribbles are still everywhere, and finally Bowser is like "okay I'm at least going to ASK, can't hurt to ask, but I'll address it to the green one, that'll be less embarrassing."

Meanwhile Luigi has been feeling a little down about himself, so when he gets the letter he's like "Maybe if I do it it'll prove I can solve problems by myself!" (he was the only one who was doubting this). So he rolls up to the castle determined to Be A Hero and only changes his mind and turns around three times along the way.

Bowser is kind of a dick at first, naturally, but Luigi manages to stand up for himself and insist on being paid at least. This is an extermination job, not a rescue mission. After some back and forth Bowser agrees to give him a Kidnapping Rain Check - next time Luigi just isn't feeling it, he can use the rain check and make Bowser give up on his latest Kidnap Peach plan.

So Luigi goes around, studies the not!Tribbles, comes up with some plans for keeping them out of the food, etc. At first he's having to power through the fear, but eventually he realizes Bowser is mostly bluster (this time) and focuses more on doing the job.

A lot of time passes with both of them being surprised by each other. Luigi learns that Bowser rules through respect, not fear, and that he cares about others. Bowser learns that Luigi is more than just an inferior copy of his brother. I'm picturing a scene where Bowser (who has been casually talking down to Luigi this whole time) says something insulting, and Luigi snaps back with an insult of his own, and Bowser is so surprised that he busts out in genuine laughter. "Okay that's a good one. If you ever repeat it I'll throw you off something, but that's pretty good."

And maybe a scene where they're planning a Public Awareness Campaign so people will keep their food in sealed containers and stop burning the not!Tribbles already seriously you're only making it worse, and as they're talking about it Bowser Jr. wanders in and demands to be able to help. Bowser is like “Sure, you can make the artwork for all the posters we're going to put up, here's what I need you to draw.” Luigi watches this and thinks to himself, in order, “huh, I didn't think Bowser would be a good dad” and then “wait a minute, why didn't I think Bowser would be a good dad? That's not fair to him,” and then “wait since when have I cared about being fair to Bowser?”

Bowser definitely falls first, though he doesn't realize it for longer. He finds himself actually caring what Luigi thinks of him, and gets angry at himself for caring. At one point they're looking for cracks that the not!Tribbles might be sneaking in through, and have to take down a portrait of Peach that Bowser had put up in a secluded corner. Once that's done he completely forgets to put it back up for like two weeks, only realizing when he stumbles over it that he's barely thought of her at all lately.

Luigi, on the other hand, one day thinks to himself “Bowser is so cute when he laughs” and realizes instantly that he's sunk.

Finally they start making progress with the not!Tribbles, so Luigi is like “okay I'll come back in a week and see if the numbers have gone down,” and Bowser is like “yeah sure whatever.” But the next day he's listless and grouchy (he'd barely been grouchy at all lately, what's up with that?) and takes until almost evening to understand he misses Luigi. They both miss each other.

When Luigi finally comes back the not!Tribbles have gone down, but not enough, so he's back to coming over every day to do more research. Bowser is still barely clinging to denial, but he's started trying to look nicer, polishing his shell and combing his hair. Luigi notices and tries very hard not to notice.

If fire makes them multiply, maybe ice prevents it? So they put together some kind of giant mousetrap with lots of food and successfully manage to trap most of the not!Tribbles in a giant ice cube. It only takes another couple of days to track down the stragglers. They've done it! Luigi has saved (for a certain value of “saved”) the Koopa Kingdom.

And... that's it. There's no reason for him to stay anymore. Bowser scribbles out the rain check and starts to hand it to him... And stops.

“Don't take it.”

“What?”

“Don't take that. It's useless.”

“You're not going to honor it?” Luigi asks. He'd almost been allowing himself to think Bowser might like him back, a little bit, but now he's reminded that there's been someone more important to him since before all this started. Before they even met.

“I mean you're never going to have a reason to use it!” Bowser says.

He's never going to kidnap Peach again. At least, not the way he used to. Bowser still wants to take over the Mushroom Kingdom – as well as everywhere else, but Peach... she doesn't mean anything to him anymore.

He can't bring himself to say that though, and frustrated and angry he snaps at Luigi to take something else from the castle too, treasure or tools, anything he wants. And goes up to his bedroom to mope.

It's not until days later that he realizes one of his portraits is missing. It was a good one, he thought he looked really imposing in it, so he yells at people until somebody admits that the portrait was the thing Luigi took as his “payment.”

It wouldn't have been worth much. The frame was nice, but not THAT nice. If Luigi took Bowser's portrait it must be because he wanted it.

Bowser writes Luigi another letter, this time inviting him to dinner.

#I wrote half of this at work lol #another free idea if anyone wants to flesh it out! #or just steal the bits you like #feel free #bowuigi #luwser #long post #longpost #batfics #kinda #mario bros #super mario bros #bowser #luigi

[linberlyy]

Okay, you probably all saw the leaks of the “original” script of the first season and the scene of Daemyra in the brothel from ep 4. I don’t even know what comment to give here... if you read them, then you probably thought that there was something strange here, namely Daemon’s behavior. I wouldn’t even say “strange”, but “disgusting”. in that little passage, he collected all the red flags he could muster. like...

he says such stupid things to a 16-17 year old girl, an heiress who should rule the state in the future! for example: “A marriage is a duty. Yes. But that doesn't stop us from doing what we want. From fucking who we want”. you are a man, men have different rights in this medieval society. men can fuck with whomever they want and where they want and nothing will happen to them for it, but Rhaenyra is a woman, in a patriarchal society (sorry, but it is true) such behavior is inappropriate. What do you think, Daemyra stans, if Daemon truly loved Rhaenyra with the love you scream about on every corner, he would risk his reputation and take her to a brothel, and then tell her THIS? It seems to me that you have a completely inhuman understanding of “true love.”

and then: “He has began to unfasten her dress. Barely before she can realize what’s going on.” this all hints at some kind of coercion to sex, and not mutual consent on both sides 🫠 I don’t know how it feels for you, but for me it is. he knows that Rhaenyra has never had a man before him, this is her first time. (let’s forget that since he wanted to fuck her, he should have done it in a cozy environment so that she, as a girl with no experience, would feel comfortable, and not in a den with homeless people and whores). “There is no danger in it. The Maesters brew moon tea to take care of any... unwanted consequences." it’s as if he’s convincing her, persuading her into a sexual act. I'm so uncomfortable reading this... seriously, tell me I'm wrong and there really are sparks of true love there! let me understand this so as not to see how a grown man is trying to persuade a girl to have sex, which will trample her reputation and ruin her life!

and the following: “she takes his hand away. so he puts it up her dress. She gasps, but she moves it away.” Em. Apparently, she doesn’t want you to touch her, but he continue to insist on your position. in this “script” I don’t see Rhaenyra wanting sex with him as long as I only see coercion.

and again: “you can do whatever you want”😭 no, dear, that’s absolutely not true. you can do whatever you want, but she doesn't. You are not the heir to the throne, but she is. The fate of the seven kingdoms is not in your hands in the future, but in hers. It’s not for you to marry, but for her to marry pure and innocent. This is how this world you live in works. As an heiress, all the things you do are not permissible for her. I just read his words and think: fuck, dude, are you saying this in all seriousness? Now it’s clear why, after a couple of hours, Rhaenyra persuades Criston to have sex (after all, she can do anything, so Daemon said!), and a couple of years later, she gives birth to three bastards from her bodyguard and does not use moon tea (which is funny, because a couple of lines ago he said, that moon tea is very useful and takes care of any unwanted consequences, hahahaha). it seems Daemon's "you can do anything" motto made things very difficult for her in the future.

true love!❤️

Script @/darksvster

#hotd #anti team black #houseofthedragon #pro team green #team green #the greens #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #daemyra #anti daemyra #anti daemon targaryen

[kenny-the-ken]

Upstairs, Downstairs

This was based on an anon request! Thank you so much!! Aged up! Kenny is 18, reader is 18! Sexual themes, strong language!

The Kingdom worshiped their princess, and anyone who was lucky enough to work in her palace would receive the upmost respect from her fellow subjects.

You had just been lucky enough to be Princess Kenny's lady in waiting, you would be her personal assistant, one of the highest honours to be places on a female servant, especially since you were so young.

Princess Kenny had asked for you specifically, and you were starstuck that your Princess wanted you to dote on her.

It was your first day, you had just ran the Princess her bath, and had prepared tea and coffee for her awakening. You let yourself into her bedroom, opening the curtains and turning to look at her beautiful eyes begin to flicker open and shut. "Princess, we have a clear schedule for today, may I suggest a walk through the beautiful gardens as the weather is perfect this morning." You spoke, your head bowed. "I have also drawn the Princess a bath, if you wish help to undress?" You asked, a small blush painting your cheeks. This was your job, you weren't supposed to be flustered, but you couldn't help it, she truly was beautiful.

"I'll gladly accept any help you're offering, y/n." She said, rising from her silk sheets, as she stood before you.

You quickly got to work, taking her golden hair out of the two plaits they were in, you began to unbutton the back of her nightgown before he stopped you, turning to take your hands within hers, which were surprisingly a bit bigger than yours. She was taller than you were expecting and she spoke softly.

"I have something that I must confess to you at once!" She spoke with haste, a blush slowly appearing.

"You see, I am a Princess, well, more of a Prince actually. My father thought that during the time of our cities being at war, that a female force would be have a stronger advantage. Females are more sought after by other men, and it gives them great pleasure to protect a damsel in distress." She continued, your eyes wide. "But you see, the war has ended, Winter has been and gone, and as I am now of age, I seek to marry, not a man, but a fair maiden, why do you think I picked you specially?" The Princess spoke, her nightgown dropping to the floor, her skin pale in the sunlight that was pouring through the open window, seeing her completely flat chest and toned stomach told you she was telling you the truth, and to you, she still looked as ethereal as ever.

"My true name, is Prince Kenny McCormick." He said, pulling the blonde wig from atop his head and smiling at you softly, taking your hands in his once more.

"Do you like what you see, Miss y/n?" The Prince teased, a small smirk playing on his lips as he brought you closer to him, the gap between you both just mere inches, you could feel his hot breath on your cold skin.

"Of course I like what I see, Prince." You replied, a gentle blush dusting across your cheeks as he bowed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

"I chose you for your beauty, I had also heard great things about your intelligence, I believe that together this Kingdom could flourish. You would be the Princess, I would be the Prince, and one day we shall rule this land together, as King and Queen, if you'll only take my hand for eternity and allow me to make you mine?" Kenny asked, his words not faltering once, he was cocky, handsome and everything a girl could dream of, and he knew it. You simply nodded your head, a small smile on your face and he slowly embraced you, your head pressed flush with his chest, you could hear his heart beat, you couldn't believe that this would be your life forever.

"We must keep you protected, we still have enemies out there, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are protected, I promise to cherish you everyday as if it is our last." Kenny's words made your heart skip a beat, going from a poor peasant to a Princess was an unimaginable thought, something that would only happen in a fairytale, and this was yours.

"You must keep your hands to yourself till our wedding night, Prince." You replied, his hand tracing your jaw, before tilting your face up to look at his, his hand now under your chin, his thumb tracing your lips.

"What they don't know won't hurt them, Princess." He cooed, before placing a soft yet passionate kiss upon your untouched lips, you had never been kissed in this way before, being told that it was sinful, something that must only be for husband and wife, you felt like you should be guilty, but Kenny's arm wrapped around your waist, his hand squeezing your ass, his lips moving in sync with yours as he nipped at your bottom lip and began exploring your mouth with his tongue made you completely forget about what a sin was, for your mind was flooded with nothing but him, his soft skin and calloused hands, his lips and his breath that was tainted by nicotine as you two became each others worlds.

Pausing to take a breath that you didn't know you needed you both panted, faces flushed and enough sexual tension that a knife could cut through it, he whispered in your ear,

"You said you had drawn me a bath, so why waste water bathing alone when you can join me?" You felt dizzy, and you swore this was nothing but a perverted dream, but it wasn't, this was real, and as he lead you to the bathroom, you couldn't believe that this was your life, a Princess!! Princess y/n!!!

Hey guys, I'm so so sorry that this took me so long to do, I'm really not happy with it so I will definitely write another Princess Kenny fic in the near future. My toddler was crazy today, so my mind wasn't in the correct place, but I wanted to at least get something out for you all to enjoy!! Have a nice night guys!!

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #kenny mccormick x reader #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #kenny south park #stan marsh #kyle south park #south park #stan south park

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Last Night

A Glimmadora Fanfiction

It was midnight. Glimmer was not sure how she knew that it was, considering how most of Etheria's lights had been snuffed out for a while now. But she knew it was midnight. And she couldn't sleep.

From where she lay, Glimmer could see the faint glow of the Failsafe on Adora's chest. A mark of approaching end. Based on how still Adora was, Glimmer reckoned she was probably awake too. She whispered to Adora, careful not to wake the others.

“Adora?”

There was a pause. Then Adora's voice reached her. “Yes?”

In that one syllable, Glimmer could pick apart at least three emotions. Uncertainty, fear, sorrow. Adora was already mourning herself. Her inevitable death.

Glimmer quietly got up from her sleeping bag and walked across to Adora's, sitting next to her.

“Why are you still awake?”

Glimmer could now see Adora's face in the Failsafe's glow. Adora always looked somewhat tired, Glimmer had noticed it a long time ago. She acted peppy and energetic, she always tried to cheer up and inspire her friends. But there was always that look of fatigue and some faraway sorrow that you could catch when she wasn't completely aware of herself.

And now, what with dealing with Catra and the threat of world destruction looming over them, Adora looked more exhausted than ever. She shrugged in reply to Glimmer's question.

“I don't know. I just couldn't sleep.” Adora glanced at Glimmer and sat up quickly. “Are you okay?”

Oh, Adora. Even when it was her life that was on the line, she still always cared so much about everyone else. Too much, maybe.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” Glimmer reassured her quickly. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

Adora sighed. “Does it matter?”

Glimmer took Adora's hand in hers. “It does. It matters to me. And Bow. And everyone out there who loves you and wants you to return safely.”

“I just—” Adora gave a slight ironic chuckle that was somehow even more chilling than her previous depressed tone. “I don't want to get your hopes up. Whatever happens happens for a good reason. Etheria will be safe again.”

Everything was silent for a while, except for the soft chirp of the cicadas. Glimmer tried not to think about the implications of that sentence. She squeezed Adora's hand as she willed herself not to break down into tears.

It took her some restraint and a deep breath to get her next words out, even though her voice was giving up on her.

“Does it always have to be you, Adora?”

She saw a shift in Adora's expression in the Failsafe's glow. “Doesn't it? Isn't that what She-ra is for?”

“Maybe.. but what is Adora for?” Glimmer met Adora's steady gaze. “What do you want, Adora?”

“I—” Adora's voice faltered as she failed to come up with an answer. She looked away. “It doesn't matter. I have to do this.”

A sudden thought struck Glimmer as she grabbed Adora's other hand and looked at the girl earnestly.

“I'm a lot more powerful than I used to be. I- I'm in total control of my powers now. Maybe I can handle the Failsafe, I could take it to the Heart of Etheria instead!”

“No!”

Adora covered her mouth, surprised at her own ferocity. Lowering her voice, she continued. “No. You're not the one who needs to do it. You have a kingdom to rule. You have people who care about you.”

“So do you, Adora,” Glimmer's voice caught in her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Adora smiled sadly and touched Glimmer's forehead with her own, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Don't worry about me, okay?”

Glimmer didn't reply. She pulled Adora into a tight embrace instead.

Glimmer doesn't know how long they stayed that way or when they finally dropped off to sleep in each other's arms, comforted by the thought of spending their last few hours together.

#it's been a while since i've written something so i'm a bit rusty forgive me #but this was something i've been meaning to write #spop #she ra #spop fanfic #spop fanfiction #she ra fanfic #she ra fanfiction #glimmer x adora #glimmadora #spop glimmadora #glimmadora fanfic #adora #spop adora #glimmer #spop glimmer #fanfiction

[phoenix-bleh]

Hello ! How are you doing ? This is my first request , hope it finds you in good health .

May I request Custard Cookie III with a reader who is their bodyguard, it's platonic of course ! I just think it's wholesome. Thank you , feel free to ignore

_ 📜🌃anon :)

Custard Cookie lll x Bodyguard! reader

!PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP!

You were assigned to be Custard Cookie lll bodyguard when he was at a young age.

For many years you stayed by his side to protect and make sure that he was ok and was never hurt.

Custard Cookie lll sees you as an older sibling and he’s happy he has someone to consider family (give custard his dad back)

You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy his company, he was always so nice to you and treated you like a normal being, not just someone there to protect him.

You would follow him on his adventures and make sure he wasn’t getting himself in any danger, it was your job to keep him safe and you were gonna make sure it stays like that.

However it is impossible to keep the adventurous kid completely out of danger since he’s always wandering to lord knows where.

When he is in danger like almost getting attacked by a massive creature.

Custard lll doesn’t really know any actual combat skill so you’d fight off the monster for him while he’s cheering for you.

When you successfully defeated the monster he’s running towards you and hugging your waist saying how grateful he was to have such a loyal subject like you. In return for your “heroic actions” he says he heals any injuries or wounds you might have gotten when fighting.

The amount of times you had to save this kid in situations is too much but you really don’t mind, it was your duty after all.

On days where you're just hanging out with him he’ll brag about his status as future ruler and that one day he’ll have his own kingdom.

He said once he rules you’ll be his most trusted subject which is honestly really sweet.

He can be a little whiny at some times, for example if he wanted to go and do something that was obviously dangerous and he most likely got hurt. You tried your best to prevent him from doing anything that would get himself hurt.

He’d whine like a child (cus he is one) and try to convince you to let him do whatever he was trying to do.

He’s pretty naive and extremely open to new cookies, so you always had to keep your guard up so no one would try to take advantage of him.

Other than that your basically his best friend and you guys just chilling with each other tbh

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #custard cookie iii #cookie run x reader

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 1, MATCH 64

Propaganda under the cut!

Lucio Morgasson

He's the villain in everyone else's route, and even in his own he's STILL kind of a dick. Like, everything bad he did before the game begins happens exactly the same, and it's only when he begins that he gets better (as in he regrets his actions and tries to fix it (it being a plague. He caused a plague because he wanted more power. (Spoilers: the plague killed the MC))). All the other romanceable characters still hate him tho so that's good. The one thing he's got going for him is that in one ending, he stepped down from being the count (idk about the other)

He literally caused a plague that kills thousands of people including THE PLAYER 😭 LIKE HE LITERALLY KILLS YOU DAWG

He is simply the worst. I'm pretty sure he purposefully infected his kingdom with the plague. He made a deal with the devil maybe. Gonna be real with you I haven't finished his storyline.

imagine a guy who is both incredibly pathetic and willing to screw over absolutely everyone for fun. lots of fun as a character, absolute dogwater as a partner

He has directly tortured or somehow harmed all the other romancable characters and every other route tries to kill the mc to take over their body, is also responsible for a plague that killed a large portion of his kingdom and *spoiler* killed the MC

I'll admit I haven't played his route but that's cause he's such a pathetic icky man that I don't think I actually can. And I pride myself in completing every route. I know people like their pathetic meow meows but I want to hit him with a brick

He acts as a manchild who needs someone to guide him through life and show him the difference between right and wrong when I'm pretty sure he's in his forties or fifties. He also abuses his power to do horrible things to people he's not in a romantic relationship with, which should tell you a lot about him.

He’s a selfish asshole who is the villain in every other route and he’s a punk ass bitch I wanna kick his ass so hard his skeleton disintegrates as he fucking deserves 

Dude, he SUCKS. He's the villain in every other route. He's a horrible husband, he forced Muriel to fight for his entertainment, he makes deals that he can't pay for. He threatens and pouts and is obsessed with people loving him. I've been with the Arcana since the very beginning and he wasn't meant to be a romance option, but the writers basically went with it because there was such a demand. So embarrassing to see Lucio fans being like Lucio did nothing wrong ever. Falling all over themselves to blame his mom or Nadia or Asra or anyone else for Lucio's selfishness and shitty behavior. It was peak uwu he's A BABY fan dementia that excuses all his shitty actions because nothing was his fault. The only sane Lucio fans are the ones that are like "he sucks so much <3 I can make him worse."

He's literally described by the devs as flaming trash. He is literally only nice in his route and the main antagonist (or at the very least a jerk) in every other route. he was a very bad husband to ex-wife. he is literally - and with 0 exaggeration- a plague upon the country he ruled. he's also a grown man who calls his fuck ups "oopsies" and honestly, i love him but that gives me the ick.

Cullen Rutherford

stupid racist cop creep whose fans cry about how hes "changed" and "you can't judge him he was addicted to magic drugs" nah he still chose to be a racist cop and abuse his power over innocent people and i hate him. the writers making him romanceable in da:i after how blatantly horrible he was in da:o and da:2 is baffling but i guess they had to appeal to the part of their audience who watch those "mafia boyfriend" videos on tiktok or whatever

He's creepy in origins, though still 100% willing to kill the female mage pc he's crushing on, as well as all the other mages trapped in the circle with him. He's the second-in-command in an even worse circle in 2, listening to and defending the increasingly obviously insane meredith until literally the end. He's one of the people still pushing for the circle system by inquisition, and yes he's going through withdrawals and working through the traumas of previous games. And to be brutally honest his was the first romance i took and while i don't remember much from it, its not worth all the girls going absolutely nuts over knockoff terrible alistair.

He's basically a cop who thinks being born a certain way can revoke personhood and by Inquisition still thinks mages are monsters to be controlled, not people. He gets a fairy tale cutesy romance that focuses on his personal struggles with addiction while showing absolutely no regard to the atrocities he committed and still thinks were justified. He can be romanced BY A MAGE and his actions and beliefs are just glossed over. He believes mages are 'not people like you (Hawke) and me', but if the Warden was a female mage he canonically had a crush on her and would deliberately hang around her despite the fact that he was her *jailer*. If that Warden romanced Leliana, there is war table dialogue in which he pesters Leliana for news of his 'former' crush despite her repeated statement that she doesn't want to talk to him about her. All this shitty behavior and lack of introspection gets swept under the rug by the game, not even giving the PC the chance to really challenge his beliefs. Like damn even Fenris could apologize when he lashed out due to past trauma with mages, and if anyone has a reason to hate mages it's Fenris. If you want an ex Templar hottie Alistair is RIGHT THERE. Tbh I know Cullen is a popular romance and I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't do or like in a video game, I'm just saying I think he is deeply undateable

Spends the first two games as an antagonist, fervently devoted to the cause of subjugating mages, then a bunch of "character development" happens off screen and the games treat him like he's completely reformed. However he's actions make it clear he still sees mages as dangerous and lesser. Not to mention if you romance him with an elf he doesn't pay your culture more than lip service respect like most of the devout characters 

He was a total villain in the first two games who was violently prejudiced against mages and uses one single bad experience as an excuse for it (a bad experience that is pretty much exactly what he in his job subjected graduating apprentices to, mind you, but this is never brought up). Now he says he's changed, but his words and actions say otherwise. He still distrusts mages, sympathises with the rebel Templars trying to kill them, and he never owns up to the terrible stuff he did and helped others do in the past two games. He totally knew what Meredith was doing and says he doesn't, and he still tries to defend her intentions. And you have no option to call him out on it. If you romance him as a mage, he angsts about how he might have seen you as subhuman in the past but NOW you're one of the good ones, and when you ask him if he'll kill you if you get possessed, he dodges the question. And the PC is written as being almost sad that she's a mage? Like 'can you love me despite what I am??' Also if Leliana romanced a female mage PC in the first game who is still alive, he asks her creepy questions about their relationship. Fitting considering his original purpose was to be creepy to the female mage Warden. 

I hate him and want to cause chaos. Plus his VA is an asshole.

cop

#round 1

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 5

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4,]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist (let me know if you wish to be added): @captainchrisstan​, @rebleforkicks​

The sheet ladder that you had been working on was now reaching quite a decent length. You had pushed open the window to your room so that you could more easily gauge the distance. This kingdom was strangely built and you were concerned that you were going to end up getting lost before you found your way out of here but you told yourself to focus on one aspect at a time. Your main focus was escaping this room. You hadn’t thought you had any chance in the cells but here there was a definite opportunity.

Your thoughts kept straying to your father, hoping he had been safely taken to the edge of the forest. He would find his way home from there but from the look of him when you’d seen him, he would need a healer. What had they done to him? What kind of monster didn’t help a man in clear need of aid? He’d looked ill and uncared for. Surely even if you had prisoners, there was a standard to which you must care for them? Your heart was filled with more anger as you thought of that wretched elf king.

The sudden sound of knocking at the door caused you to freeze in place and you turned hesitantly away from your task.

Legolas stood on the other side of the door. He’d lifted his hand to knock, not wanting to just stride into the room and make you feel uncomfortable. You were most likely uncomfortable enough and he still felt bad for having scared you before. He was too gentle and kind a soul for that and he would probably feel bad about it for a good many days yet. “My Lady?” He ventured, unable to see the way your eyes narrowed at the way he addressed you. You didn’t speak. He knew you were in there, there was no way you could have gotten past the guards, and he had heard the shuffling from inside the room before he had knocked. You must still be scared.

“Are you hungry?” Legolas continued, pausing briefly to see if you would grace him with a response. None came. “I offer an invitation to dine... would you not like a different view for a while?” Legolas knew that this was probably just going to get him in some sort of trouble and he couldn’t really say that right now he had much of a reason for this other than feeling bad. But sometimes he thought that was a good enough reason on its own.

There was no other response as you stared at the door. If you didn’t agree would he have it opened and drag you out regardless? Why was the prince inviting you personally to dine? You were a prisoner, were you not?

“Please, I mean you no--”

“You will join us for dinner.” A new voice interrupted the sentence Legolas had started. Everybody (Legolas, Tauriel, and the guards) turned to see the King taking slow, deliberate steps towards the end of the hall where your room was located.

You recognised the smooth baritone of the voice immediately and your blood ran cold.

“That is not a request.” Thranduil continued, staring at his son with venom. He just could not understand what Legolas was doing or thinking but he had to admit that part of him, small as that part may be, was beginning to get curious. Curious enough to go along with his son and see how this would play out. Besides, maybe if you joined them for a meal, he would be able to give you some more rules about your new place here. Maybe he could assign you some lowly job so you were not just sitting around taking up space and resources... since Legolas was so insistent on you not being locked up in a cell for whatever insane reason.

Anger flickered in your veins at the words and you frowned at the still closed door. “You have taken me as your prisoner.” You spat. “And now you want me to have dinner with you? Are you completely mad?!”

Thranduil’s composure slipped slightly, shocked at not only your ungrateful tone but your words. Surely you had the good sense to show more respect and common courtesy. He was the King of this realm, after all, and you had been afforded more than you should have considering the situation. Yes, perhaps his son was mainly the one to thank but nothing could happen without his approval. Were you so foolish to believe you could speak to him in this way?

“You have been afforded your own room, a comfortable bed.” He stated, voice low, tone slightly dangerous. “One would think that you would be a little more grateful.”

Grateful?! You could hardly believe your ears. How arrogant! “I would starve before I ate with you!” Came your reply, tone conveying your bitterness towards him.

“Very well!” The words were hissed through the door, the sound of a palm smacking hard against the wood causing you to jump out of your skin.

Thranduil had lashed out and hit the door in his frustration at your disrespect. “Be my guest!” He snapped. “Starve.” Thranduil turned from the door, looking down at the others in the corridor. Anger flashed in his eyes and not even Legolas thought to continue to push this situation at present. “If she does not eat with us, then she does not eat at all.” He said loud enough for you to be able to hear him on the other side of the door and then he turned on his heel, disappearing round the corner.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil x yn #thranduil fanfic #lotr fanfic #hobbit fanfic #beauty and the beast

[quohotos]

Thoughts about bonds/bonding

This was something I was already planning to write up but then the latest return to regalia episode opened the flood gates and filled in some missing pieces for me. What follows is my own educated guesses and headcannon, very little of this is explicitly in the text of the books. Understand that much of this is my own headcannon, though I'll try my best to justify it with the text.

(also note that since I was an audio book kid I don't actually know if it's spelled flyer or flier and I'm going to get it wrong more than once and you're just going to have to live with that)

Luxa says that it wasn't normal for her to bond with Aurora so early, but that an exception was made as almost a form of therapy after the death of her parents. The same exception was made for Hazard and Thalia. We aren't explicitly told how old Henry was when he bonded with Ares, but I'm assuming it was before adulthood given how all four of them (Luxa, Henry, Ares, and Arora) have a storied history before the events of the first book. Henry had to be younger than 16 when they bonded (16 being the age of legal maturity in the underland, will amend if I'm misremembering), which isn't surprising given that he's Henry and he's never played by the rules. This raises the question of the bats' ages... we aren't ever told that. I would assume that the bats are of similar ages to their bonds, but I have no evidence to back that up.

In the Marks of Secret Ripred explains that rats grow up incredibly fast and reach full maturity in about a year, and that humans are uncommon in how long they take to grow up. It's not clear how long the bats take to grow up. Would Thalia have become an adult while Hazard was still a little kid, or would they have grown up concurrently? I can't say either way. One thing I can say with more confidence is that regardless of their ages, Aurora and Ares probably see their respective bonds like younger siblings. Obviously, being bonded to someone is a completely different relationship that we can't exactly map onto what we have in the overland, but I think that's a close approximation.

So Why and How do regular people get bonded?

The most surefire way to get bonded would be to join the military (something you can do from a very young age... I mean they have armor on hand for 12 year olds and we see seven year olds doing military drills in the Prophecy of Bane... yaaaaay). In the military you will be assigned to mixed species units and it's just sort of assumed that they'll all end up pairing up and bonding.

For civilians there are likely special yearly festivals that the two kingdoms share with the express purpose of giving people a chance to find bonds. My guess would be right around the time of the harvest when there's plentiful food to go around. After a hard year a bunch of flyers come to regalia and everyone has a big party to celebrate. There are probably specially organized games of whatever sport Gregor walked in on back in the first book. While specific flyers are probably scouted for sports and more importantly the military there's still plenty of opportunities for common Regalian and flyers to interact and meet.

What does bonding do for a flyer?

We see so much of the Underland Chronicles from the point of view of royal humans. To them, the benefits are obvious. Humans can't fly, bonding gives them access to someone who can. But why would a flier seek out a human bond? That just sounds like an obligation, right?

The Regalians have incredibly advanced medical technology. I've roasted them before for their metalworking, but their chemistry/biotech is unparalleled. They're able to produce antibiotics, as well as synthesize plagues and their cures. They have ways of treating illnesses that the overland doctors (allegedly) cannot. We also see that they have incredibly reliable and safe oral administered sedatives. Anesthesiology is such and advanced and risky field, and they seem to have cracked it to the point where people can safely be sedated for trivial maters without anyone batting an eye.

The arrival of humans (as permanent residents, native people made limited journeys to there before the arrival of Sandwich) in the Underland definitely raised everyone's average life expectancy by decades... before lowering it immediately afterwards through endless wars. In Curse of the Warmbloods someone steals the pain killers and Gregor realizes that the rats couldn't even use it if they wanted to because they don't have hands to open the bottle. Much of the Regalian's medical technology still requires a human to administer it. You need humans to carve splints and set them, you need humans to administer injections, you need humans to cut hair and perform surgery. Spinners can do some things to stop bleeding, but any significantly complex medical procedure is going to need human hands involved. Think about things like glasses and prosthetics, things we don't normally associate as medicine but would still kinda are. Humans probably manufacture and prescribe bat-glasses.

For a flyer, traveling long distances without a human bond is incredibly risky. If something bad happens, even if you have other flyers with you, you could die from what would otherwise be preventable causes. Bitten by mites? Who's going to apply the the ointment? Wing dislocated, who's going to pop it back into place (this one literally happened to Aurora). There are also probably some foods that can't safely be eaten raw, but a human could prepare. Heck, a human can boil water to purify it, or place traps that catch pray that otherwise wouldn't be hunt-able. Humans can catch fish that live too deep in the water for a flyer to peruse. Humans are adaptable. Your bond is your Swiss army knife, adaptable and versatile even if sometimes fragile.

Any flier trying to pursue and education needs to be bonded. You wanna go to bat-college? You gotta bring a human. You'll need one to transcribe all your essays and help you read books. The fliers definitely have a rich oral history that they all maintain, but there are some things that you just need a human to access. The average flier probably doesn't have a bond, but the higher in status definitely do for the educational purposes alone. While the queen herself doesn't have a bond, in fact it seems almost frowned upon in the royal family (Nike doesn't have one despite getting very close to a human who would like to bond with her in the later books), you bet your ass that every middle manager and local bat official has a bond who takes care of paperwork and accounting.

It's a funny parallel how flyers of low status like Ares can suddenly be whisked into royalty by being bonded to Henry, the same thing probably happens to humans. You could be Joe Shmo nobody (or I guess this is the underland so Joeth Shmavetus) who would probably live out their whole life carving stone jars, but you do numbers good so the bat-secretary of bat-state bonds with you and now you're really important.

That means that there are probably lots of places within the flyers lands that are built specifically to house humans long term. We see a little bit of that in the first book, but there's probably a lot more out of sight. Special areas where an important fliers' bonds can live and do their taxes and whatnot.

Bonding is usually an egalitarian process. It seems like both sides and both factions have to consent to it. When Gregor insinuates that one side owns the other he gets massive push-back. With that being said, I'm almost certain that Ares had little control in the matter over bonding with Henry. I think there's kind of an unstated rule that the royal families are going to bond with whoever they please, and that turning down a bond of high status would be a massive faux pas. Ares probably didn't feel like saying no was even on the table.

What about non-flyer bonds?

Oh yeah, code of claw spoilers beyond this point. Now that everyone's doing the reread and we're probably bringing a few first time readers into the fold I'm going to spoiler mark this part just in case since I'll be discussing things that happen in the last installment

Luxa and Ripred bond to usher in peace. This is treated as something that has never happened before but that the rules don't explicitly forbid. Henry jokes about people bonding to the crawlers, but in a way that portrays it as stupid and pathetic rather than impossible. In doing so she also symbolically brings the Gnawer into the spiritual fold that the flyers and humans already share.

Humans and Gnawers would then be allowed to bond with each-other. It might take generations for that to happen in earnest, sicne both sides have so much trauma and resentment built up, but maybe decades in the future the younger generations will find it in themselves to do so.

The fact that Luxa bonding with Ripred doesn't break her bond with Aurora sets the precident that you can bond with as many people as you want so long as you never have two of one species. I do not think Aurora is that happy about that, and I doubt she sees Ripred as her own bond. It's possible though, that in the future you could have big groups of underlanders who are all united by one bond. A whole bad batch rogues gallery of a flyer, a gnawer, a human, and a nibbler who each bring something special to the group.

Though never explicitly stated, I think it probably goes without saying that Hamnet and Frill were bonds. It definitely wasn't done the proper way, probably just informally in the jungle with nobody else observing, but still. A bond is a bond.

#the underland chronicles fanart #tuc #gregor the overlander #tuc lore #tuc fan theory #tuc discussion #tuc spoilers #return to regalia #return to regalia podcast

[fragileizywriting]

bear with me okay here's an idea (it's not necessarily original, but just. let me have this okay)

kitty and luka have been best friends since birth, really. luka is the prince of [hhhhhhhhhuuhmmmm. uh.] and he needs to find a partner. anarka is deadset on him getting someone to help him out rule, because he's more of a sailor than an actual prince, and lord knows she won't rule this country because she's also more of a sailor than actual queen.

meanwhile kitty is the most aquaphobic person in the world. boats are fine, they're great, but she's kitty— just like a cat, she's a land animal, and luka teases her all the time about it. there's not a single moment that she's on his ship does he not throw her overboard just to hear her scream out explicitives in his direction before climbing back on board like a pathetic wet cat.

(she always throws him overboard as a compensation.)

so there's a giant festival for luka to find someone. very cinderella-like. kitty follows behind on every single part of the festival, following behind luka as a right-hand-man(kitty) and the two of them are kind of dreading the whole thing. luka thinks this is way too much, anarka's just telling him to find someone that won't immediately blow up the country (surely there's someone that isn't going to try to stage a coup) and get on with doing what he actually wants which is sailing; kitty meanwhile just doesn't like the idea of all these girls (and guys!) giggling behind their hands and blushing whenever luka passes by.

he's not a prince charming, okay. he's some dude. she's watched him attempt to eat a whole hard-boiled egg in one swallow and she's watched the result of him spitting it across the table. this is the man who claimed he'd eat his own leather boots if he really needed to in an emergency and she'd watched him attempt to nibble on his shoe laces and proceed to throw up in the nearest flower pot. she's seen him walk into doors and go so quiet when she's reading a book and he's staring at her like she's reading a completely different language. he knows his way around a map and a compass better than a dance floor. she pities the poor dumbass who thinks prince luka knows how to dance. those poor toes... forget glass, whoever dances with him better have some steel-toed shoes.

one of the advisors that's slowly been culling out prince luka's potential suitors came from three kingdoms over just so there wouldn't be that much of a bias. they're still keeping an eye on him to make sure he's not trying to stage a coup by putting someone specific in the listing. kitty in particular has been paying so much attention that the adivosr takes it the wrong way and assumes that she's giving him the adhd glare because of other reasons— on the final round, for whatever reason kitty is put in the line. she's panicking. no amount of her saying "wait no, no, i'm not— hold on, you can't be serious," gets the advisor to listen. she tries to escape through the doors but the guards find it funny and refuse to let her budge. they think it's a prank. the advisor has no idea who she is. she barters with one of the guards— kim— to let her go and she'll get him a shot with one of the girls who had passed by recently and got let out because she was annoying.

no dice.

she's pulled right back in line. arguing and bickering, threatening to open every thread and suture on anyone's clothes who touches her and puts her back.

prince luka comes by just in time to see her standing there in line, bug-eyed, face hotter than anything in the world.

he looks at her.

keeps staring.

brows scrunched.

trying not to piss himself laughing.

she is shaking her head like she's begging god to not let this happen.

"i've found my partner," luka announces, and by the strength of willpower alone, kitty is not giving into the urge to tackle him and shut him up. "she's beautiful, and i know without a doubt she's smart. there's no one better than her. i choose her."

#speakizys #4am ginseng tea

[movedtodykedvonte]

Any headcanons about Magic Tricked (Seam/Jevil)?

It would be rare and very confusing if I didn’t have headcanons for a ship I made a name for.

Jevil and Seam are technically both stronger than any of the kings, the only reason they don’t go ape shit with power is the bit

Jevil and Seam used to belong to different courts, Jevil was always a part of the King of Spades and would just perform for the other kings while Seam just was bounced around

I know the kings used to rule equally but I like to imagine certain subject belonged to certain courts like in SU

Seam got placed with the King as the King was getting bored with only jokes and Jevil loved the magic tricks Seam could do, especially the fire ones.

Jevils first attempt at interaction was trying to set one of his juggling things on fire and accidentally lighting Seams tail ablaze and then apologetically putting it out with a spray flower

Love at first accidental arson

Seam decided to help Jevil avoid getting executed by teaching him proper magic between entertaining the kings and casting spells

Centuries of these bozos casting spells and Jevil making him balloon animals

I like to think Seam was the type to be strict about their duties and Jevil helped them lighten up.

Probably surprised Seam by showing the old mage how much fun the world outside the castle could be (hint hint nudge mentioned this is also what he did with Spam)

I bet these bitches ates a dark candy like the noodle scene in lady and the tramp and got the gusher juice everywhere

This was actually Seams idea

Seam was a surprisingly good influence on Jevil in keeping him from being too intense even before being enlightened. Taught him the few bits of gentleness Jevil is able to show

I feel like this came from dates from the most part, Seam showing Jevil causation, reservation and care when explaining how you couldn’t be wild with magic like the type they used while Jevil show Seam how he had to lack reservations and go out on a limb for a good trick to land.

Honestly they were very cute and did a lot of acts together. I can imagine them mixing practical tricks and magic like making the saw box trick real and functional

Jevil definitely used his spring neck to give Seam a kiss

I hc that Jevils decent was a long one that saw him off and on the kingdoms wanted list for centuries. At first it was just him overstepping jesters privilege but eventually it got more aggressive as he was corrupted by his enlightenment

I like to think he was completely open to Seam about everything but Seam just couldn’t fully understand without experiencing whatever Jevil did. They went along with whatever hijinks Jevil did as long as no one got hurt (or bothered a king)

Sean started having doubts when Jevil was actively trying to get in trouble and cause chaos, especially when it led to him going missing for periods at a time to lay low.

It didn’t help that when he did come back it was just to cause more havoc. Despite their warnings and pleas Jevil was too far into his mindset to hear them out, the kings now threatening Seam to get Jevil under control or they’d take care of it

Jevil got more wreckless largely due to the caller wanting more control over him. Jevils new view made him believe he should be his own and he began to loathe the callers hypocrisy. It also didn’t help that the caller threatened to find other people ways to get Jevil to stay in line

Of course as point one states this wouldn’t work out so Seam gave Jevil an ultimatum: Help them understand why he is like this so he can explain his case to the kings or give himself in or never come back again. (seam didn’t want to risk what could’ve happened)

Of course Jevil wanted to show Seam his wonderful world view but it meant involving Seam with the caller which Jevil had cut contact with. So he decided to leave safe himself the trouble and futility in making Seam get something they never could.

Seam was actually in disbelief that Jevil was just so ready to go and made a pretty big scene of telling Jevil how dangerous he had become and how t. Jevil of course prodded back at how Seam was too complacent in a world with so many inquiries. Seam argued back that not everything must be challenged or questioned and how all this was doing was making it unsafe to be around him.

Jevil insisted that this is what freedom was like and Seam threatened to alert the guards as a challenge to Jevils idea of freedom. Jevil started up one of his “games” in response… He left soon after never having the heart to return and finish his turn…

Jevils only keep sake from Seam was a single button

Seam still covered for Jevil as the kings at this point wanted him punished no matter what. Occasionally they’d hear jingling bells or soft melancholy giggles on certain days in the castle

The last time they spoke it was to seal Jevil away in which Seam originally refused to do. Of course the kings made it clear it wasn’t a choice despite how hesitant Seam was.

In a weird turn of events, Jevil encouraged them one last time to let loose and go all out on their last magic trick together: The inescapable reality.

As follows Seam moved out of the castle and retired from being the royal mage. They were allowed the key to Jevil’s prison and split it up to avoid temptation to let their old friend free and scattered it. They kept piece A as an odd mementos

Piece A is the circular ring part of the key, old fashioned and a simple gold. It was almost like a band. Seam wears it as if it was really such.

I feel like they started out with similar world views and principles but different executions. They were a sort of yin and yang to each other that grew way too far apart as Jevil leaned way too into the more fundamental parts of what he believed in. Seam still cared but it was no longer healthy to be with Jevil and duty called. Not to get into Spamvil but part of my basis for how it began is Jevil needing to fill a gap that was being created between him and Seam. It’s why he was a lot less serious with Spam despite still wanting the real parts. He was projecting and denying it causing it didn’t fit with the new values he aligned himself with and just ended up with another lose and an even bigger gap.

Plugging that post (link) and the fic that alludes to it (link). Anyway I’d smack em together like the dolls they are and make kissy noises <3

#ask #anon #magic tricked #seam x jevil #jevil x seam #seamvil #deltarune #utdr #undertale #Jevil #seam deltarune #deltarune headcanon

[emmyrosee]

HIIIIII EMMYYY are you ready for possibly my most self indulgent rant yet?

so I actually haven’t had the best past few days and using fictional men as my comfort actually helped make me feel better a bit, soooo I’m here to share another rant in case you’re down and need this too!! :D

atsumu, the love of my life, my pride and joy, my husband, my everything tbh!! comforts you after a hard day, you’ve been down about so many things-body image (my main struggle as a not so skinny girlie tbh) not feeling good enough, missing out on stuff, whatever it is!! and when you get home you’re all teary and admit that the only thing you wanted all day was him. And he MELTS AND MAKES IT HIS MISSION TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. he’d make sure you’re properly taken care of- sooooo many cuddles, the SWEETEST of sweet nothings whispered in your ear to make you ease up and feel so loved. That’s all he wants for you- he wants you to feel every single ounce of his love. He’s so set on taking care of you the best he can. Rubbing up and down your back and kissing you all over, every inch he can reach (if you’re like me with the body insecurities, he’d definitely give extra attention to those places). He’ll also do his best to make you laugh if you don’t want to talk about it. And when you wake up the next day, he’s still all sweet on you, making you breakfast and using your favourite pet names, etc. he hates when you feel sad, so he’ll be on high alert for the next couple days making sure his baby is recovering and not stuck in a bad place. I’m just so so so so soft for him always and he brought me a lot of comfort today so I wanted to share!!! There is absolutely NO RUSH to respond to this btw, please don’t feel pressured to!! ILYYYYY I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL !!!!

anon <3

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH L O V I N G THIS-

Listen. ListEN TO ME DAMN IT-

ATSUMU LOVES A THICC MOMMAS AND HE KNOWS YOU KNOW THAT, OKAY??? I DONT MAKE THE RULES AND IF YOU THINK I DO, I ACTUALLY DO BC THIS IS MY KINGDOM

also just as a tiny baby tw for some potential body dismorphia, there’s nothing in detail but I know negative talk in fics can trigger it, so I just want everyone to feel safe 🥺❤️

Listen. Self esteem is something hard to maintain. And he knows that, he’s so proud of you for the strides you’ve made- but no one always loves themself. No one always loves who they are or what they see in the mirror.

And he’d rather shove a toothpick under his toenail and kick a wall than ever have you fester in these thoughts alone.

The minute your fine ass comes strutting into your house, eyes a little watery and bottom lip trembling, he instantly jumps up and wraps you up in his big arms, cradling your head and shushing you softly. He’s not gonna make you talk while you’re sobbing into his chest, though his mind is soaring a million thoughts a second to try and figure it out.

“Bad day?” He murmurs into your hair once you calm down, and you offer him a sniffle and cling to him tighter.

“They’re so… mean, ‘tsumu,” you whimper and he’s about ready to maim someone and their first born.

“Who is?”

“The little voice in my head…” you choke on your tears while Atsumu tenses up. “And telling me you’re too good for me and I’m too ugly for you and fat and-“

“Stop.”

His sharp word make you tense up, and you look up at him with watery eyes.

He wipes one of your tears with his calloused thumb, “I’m not ‘too good’ for you. That doesn’t exist. You deserve even better than anything I could give ya; and even if you don’t feel like the sexiest piece of ass on this damned planet, it’s not for you to decide if I’m ‘too good’ one day. You’re mine baby, and the universe made us for each other. So shut your fine ass up.”

It makes you giggle, but you know that there’s complete truth in his words, and with a shaky sigh you nod and let him kiss you once, twice, and a third time with only love on his lips.

But he doesn’t stop there. Nay nay.

If anything, things escalate in the best ways.

Because he already can barely keep his paws off of you, but if you’re feeling especially insecure, even for brief stints, he refuses to let your mind continue to tread.

If he’s at the stove, you’re tucked under his arm while he cooks with his dominant hand, letting his left hand soothingly stroke your arm. He makes little noises and grunts when he wants you to try a taste of whatever he’s making, and he smiles when you hum in contentment.

If you’re folding laundry, he’s gently grabbing your hand and spinning you into his arms, dancing a quick back and forth with you; it ends when he bends you into a dip, but that’s mostly because the squeal and the subtle smacking of his chest lets him know that you’ve had your fun, but you need to focus or whatever.

When you’re washing your face, his arms are looped low around you with his chin hooked over your shoulder, smacking on a silly voice to “explain” what products you’re using and how much of it to use, like a beauty guru.

When you’re finally settled in bed and he’s finishing up in the bathroom, you smile sweetly at him from over your book when he slinks back in, basketball shorts low on his hips and muscle tee clinging to his frame. Wordlessly, he leans on the edge of the bed, soft lips tracing kisses from your cheek, to suckle at your jawline and neck, and once he makes his way to your collarbones, he takes your book out of your hands while you recline back.

“Bookmark it.”

“I know what to do.”

His lips move to the valley of your breasts to leave marks just along your skin, his massive paws cradling the soft part of your belly. Your breath hitches, and he hums a soft reassurance.

“My baby,” he mumbles. “Wish I could’ve been there with you today. Kept those nasty thoughts away.”

You mewl as he buries his face against you, the unruly parts of his hair tickling you softly, “you’re here now.”

“And I’m never goin’ anywhere.” He wraps his arms around your torso to nuzzle into you, seemingly settling into a comfortable position to sleep for the night.

You giggle, “comfy?”

“Extremely,” he murmurs. “Told Meian I was spewing chunks and couldn’t come in tomorrow, so you’ve got me all to yourself.”

“Atsumu!”

“What, you think ‘Omi’s gonna let me on the court if he thinks I’m puking? He hates puke.”

“Stop saying puke,” you whine, swatting at him with some giggles. “You’re killing the mood.”

“Ah?” He hums, raising his head with a cheshire smile, “there’s a mood?” He raises back on his haunches to wrap his meaty hands around your thighs, and with a quick pull, he’s got you on your back just below him, squeals and giggles pealing from your lips.

“‘Tsum, I’m tired,” you whine, though your legs instinctively curl around him.

“Not gonna do anything,” he assures, the hands moving from your legs to brace on either side of your head. “Just like lookin’ at you… always love lookin’ at you.”

“Creep.”

He cocks a brow, “you think that’s creepy?”

“I do.”

“Well wait ‘til you hear what smellin’ ya does to me.” Before you can say anything, he ducks his head down to the soft pillowiness of your neck, taking ridiculously loud inhales through his nose. You shove at him with uncontrollable laughter, knees bumping into his back.

“You freak, get away!”

“Wait ‘til you hear what feelin’ ya does to me,” he mumbles from your neck, and in a similar fashion, his left hand comes down to claw at your sides dramatically, his sniffling now mingling with the tickling.

“S-Stop it!”

“But nothin’ quite like tastin’ ya, dollface.”

Your mind can barely process his words before he leans up to kiss the giggles straight from your mouth, his massive frame keeping you still and as if protecting you from anything you may fear.

He’s warm, he smells divine and he feels just like home, and for a moment you forget that even if you hadn’t come home and said you weren’t feeling great, there’s still a chance the night could’ve ended the same.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He whispers, nuzzling your nose with his.

You bite your lip, “I want cinnamon rolls for breakfast.”

He chuckles, “you got it boss.”

And just as atsumu always does, he holds true to that; the next morning, you wake up to the smell of vanilla and honey dancing through your home, and while part of you is bumming out for not being in your boyfriend’s arms, he’s up for you.

He does his daily affirmations with you- once again obliterating you with tickles when you snort at some of them- makes sure you eat anything you desire because he could die from the idea you’re not eating enough because of the things you try to convince yourself, and just. Being there. Holding your hand, complimenting you no matter where you are, playing hooky on his day off just to make sure you’ve got your fill and you’re right back where your sexy ass left off.

“‘Tsumu?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Thank you.”

He kisses your hairline without a second thought, wrapping an arm around you and letting you curl against him.

“Never gotta thank me for something I was born to do, babydoll.”

#GOD I GOT SO EMOTIONAL SMH HOW DARE YOU MAN- #god. #GODDDDD. #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x f!reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x f!reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu x chubby!reader #atsumu miya x chubby!reader #body dismorphia tw

[thelostgirl21]

So, I just stumbled upon an article that spoils the whole Season 3 part 2 of "The Witcher" (although it hasn't even been released here yet), and

I am... not okay... at all...

HUGE SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...

Ok, first off, I was 100% expecting Dijkstra and Philippa to decide to get rid of Vizimir (given that he was becoming a liability), and replace him with Radovid.

The moment that the King started making decisions that didn't fit with Dijkstra's vision of what was best for Redania, I was absolutely certain that they'd find the idea of putting that spare on the throne more and more appealing.

And I'd read that, in the books, Vizimir was killed (by Philippa, that betrays Dijkstra, in a sense, by hiding her involvement in Vizimir's murder), and the country thus becomes ruled by a Regency Council lead by Dijkstra.

So, I'm not sure exactly what this will mean for this version of King Radovid.

From what I understand, officially it's Queen Hedwig, Vizimir's widow that inherits the Kingdom.

However, the Queen is too devastated and indisposed to fulfil those duties, and thus its the Regency Council that remains in charge until Radovid (who is 13 at the time) eventually retakes his Kingdom.

The book doesn't turn him into a villain. It says he gets even with those that humiliated him and his mother (whatever that is supposed to imply) and then passes in history as "Radovid the Stern". i.e.

Radovid already knows that these two had Queen Hedwig killed, and would likely at least suspect that they were behind his brother's murder as well... that is, if they don't outright tell him!

So, I really have a bad feeling about this...

Because I'm guessing they would have been completely stupid to give him the crown, if there was any chance for Radovid, at all, to hold them accountable of their crimes (I'm thinking double Regicide is pretty bad, as far as murders go...).

Like I'm suddenly considering that all of the Palace's military forces and key politicians are actually loyal to Dijkstra and Philippa rather than the King, and Radovid is essentially put into a situation where he can either:

A) Collaborate with Dijkstra and Philippa in ruling the country. i.e. Offer his ideas and input, but nevertheless allow them to make the final decisions. Be their advisers, but otherwise "King" in name and appearances only.

Or

B) Join his brother and his darling Queen Hedwig in death, with them finding someone else to rule the country that would be more receptive to their way of doing things.

Maybe King Radovid can wind up being cunning enough to outsmart them, at some point, and become the true ruler of the country...

But the reason why I'm NOT OKAY, is that Radovid was apparently planning to go after Jaskier to help him and Geralt find Ciri!!!

But, unless they are planning to get rid of Dijkstra and Philippa early on in Radovid's reign, it seems that King Radovid is meant to replace Queen Hedwig as Dijkstra and Philippa's "puppet" in the wake of Vizimir's assassination, while also having the potential to oppose them/take over later on.

And I'm guessing that the show runner might have been uncomfortable with the character of Hedwig being portrayed as basically incapable of taking care of the Kingdom or even her son in the wake of her husband's death.

Sure, the show chopped off her head! But she was portrayed as someone that was organizing political meetings in secret between the Nilfgard Empire and Redania, and getting involved in politics alongside her husband, at least!

Not so lost following his death that she couldn't function!

So, it almost seems like they chose to replace Hedwig with Radovid, to spice things up for Dijkstra and Philippa instead.

That means that Radovid was honest about his feelings for Jaskier, and wanted to be with him.

And I've heard - from someone that saw episode 6 in advance - that Jaskier gets totally heartbroken because something happens that makes him believe that Radovid was only pretending to like him.

So, if Radovid was prevented from chasing after Jaskier due to a slight case of "suddenly becoming King", then he wouldn't have been able to let him know that he was being sincere, that he was romantically falling in love with him, and that he had planned to come find him to help him and Geralt get Ciri back.

I mean, Joey did warn us about their romance having a "star-crossed lovers" edge to it... But whyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?

(At the same time, I'm so relieved that it appears that Radovid never wanted to break our poor puppy's heart...)

#The Witcher Spoilers #Jaskier #Radovid #Radskier #I thought reading those spoilers would help me sleep more easily and wait until tomorrow morning before being able to watch the show... #But I think I made it worse...

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Do you think King Lee had survivors guilt after Rogue Gai passed? Especially since they were so close to overthrowing the king and have a successful rebellion, but Gai went back at the last second to protect Lee and the Youth Merry Men Rebellion (🎵~It's time to hang out at the YMMR!~ 🕺) and give them a chance to escape. Making it worse, he gave Lee the pendant he always wore that protected him.(I have hc for this entire event! Will share later/again, right now it's Lee time!) And because Gai refused to talk and give the royals any information, he was probably tortured for the week leading up to his public execution. Its due to godly intervention later, that leads to Lee's successful second attempt at a take over.

I can just see him truly trying to apologize to Kakashi and Yamato at some point. Whether or not they're there or not (so lots of praying to the two). I feel like Kakashi probably rarely interacted with Lee personally, and was more polite/ sweet with him when he was near Gai. Not because Kakashi didn't like the boy of course (far from it!), but maybe Lee was more shy around literal gods than his papa or Hiroki before him, and since Gai was mostly flirting with Kakashi they talked more when he was not around. (And Yamato is Yamato, dude seems a tad antisocial. Gai was just persistent for that friendship!). Maybe before the coronation, even trying to give back the pendant to Kakashi when the man does come to talk with him.

Kakashi's going to talk to Lee at some point, probably after the rebellion succeeds but what would he say... would he accept the pendant back or ask Lee to keep it in his family, as a reminder. Would he tell him not to blame himself?

Anyways after that goes down I'm sure Lee makes a LOT of changes to the kingdom. He fixes and extends the children's hospital and its orphanage, probably even gives it a park where there's a statue of Hiroki, healing a child (if that child looks suspiciously like Gai, Lee says its because that was one of the stories his papa told him, when Lee asked who Hiroki was...) There's also an eel pond nearby and it's like Hiroki is sitting on a bench as he heals the kid, so people can come sit next to him as well. See his healing close up wven now that he's gone... They used the gaudy statue the royals made for reference to make his face and porportions as accurate as possible, while completely changing the feel to make it as accurate to his character. There's also symbols of other gods Hiroki worshipped everywhere on it. Tsunade's Slug on his shoulder, Kakashi's dog running  are around the monument, and whatever else he treasured, they tried to include.

Lee may have never met his (sort of) brother, but he respected his memory dearly, and felt how loved he was. I could even sitting beside the statue at once at some point, trying to talk to it but not knowing what to say...maybe just saying thank you for saving his father (and decades later, saying thank you for saving his son...)

But yeah Lee does do everything to make reparations to the kingdom and its people. Fueled by a mix of guilt and duty, as well as that just being his energetic go getter personality. Lee spends his entire life running around (literally! PARKOUR THE BUILDINGS! USE ONE'S FEET TO TRAVEL! BE ONE WITH THE PEOPLE NOT ABOVE THEM! EMBRACE THE POWER OF YOUTH!!!), demilitarizing the police and creating a new guard to protect the people, putting up new schools, libraries and museums, rebuilding Kakashi's place of worship, and trying to make the kingdom the best it can, while his mother, Leona, acts as his advisor. She teaches him/ acts on the more formal aspects of being a King. And helps him create customs and trials that his future successors MUST apply to if they want to rule, to ensure they never lose their way again.

One more change I see him making is probably to the Royal coat of arms. The first one ever made was a green dragon flying in a storm. When the previous royal family lost their way, they replaced it with a red dragon hoarding treasure, two gold coins in each of its talons, and  spiders framing the corners. Lee changed it so it's a green dragon's claw holding an oak tree like an umbrella, and a storm in the back ground. A major tribute to Yamato, who Lee thanks every day for keeping them protected.

I'm sure Lee keeps busy for the entirety of his rule.

Lee Definitly keeps busy

Survivors guilt wise, i think that’s inescapable. All of the group feels that and mourns that loss of Gai heavily.

As for his interaction with Kakashi, Kakashi would tell him to keep the pendant. It was a gift he gave to Gai and Gai in turn gave the gift to Lee. It’s Lee’s and Kakashi would never disrespect Gai’s name and memory by taking it back.

I think he would maybe suggest that Lee pass it down to the one he feels should rule after him, family or not (a slow change to more of a democracy rather than a kingdom, where they begin by choosing a King based on ability to rule rather than bloodline)

For the coat of arms I think he’d actually use a willow tree to represent Kakashi and his bond to the kingdom, with a forest of oak tree’s in the background for Yamato. kakashi is more hands on, Yamato protects from a distance by growing his forest and using it as cover. He’d want to show that in the coat of arms rather than putting Yamato at the forefront where Yamato would not want to be.

Building temples, i think he’d put one in the forest. A special place of worship for Yamato. Perhaps one of his first real temples (he’s usually worshipped on farms or in the forest itself so before temples seemed pointless for him, but now people have a specific place in the forest to go)

I also see him improving access to education. That’s something i think Gai would have fought like heck for and which Lee would want to honor. perhaps he even puts a statue of his father in front of the first school he builds. one of him reading a book with an empty space on his lap for students, teachers, and anyone else to sit and feel like they're the one being read to

a sort of memory of Lee sitting on his Papa's lap listening to old stories of the kingdom and the gods

Hiroki's statue i would make one change to

the hounds aren't sitting around him. they're placed so that they look like they're running around the park. kids love to go looking for all eight of the dogs and sometimes doctor's challenge them to name all of them when they find them.

lee often visits the hospital to check in on it, and whenever he does he makes sure to sit beside Hiroki's statue

he's not sure why, but he feels a connection to it. a bond to a god he has never met

#GOS AU #God of Storms au

[tiodolma]

Morgana, the War on Camelot and Why They Couldn't Just Negotiate Something Out

ON MORGANA

like really .. you can think of bbc morgana as a political activist that came from the elite. She's the smart, opinionated, confident and politically relevant individual. She used her priviliged voice multiple times against their kingdom's highest authority as a way to represent the marginalized that she also belongs to... only for her to get imprisoned, chained, grounded and constantly lied to. She gets mixed in with the more radical group of people, gets even bolder to the point of staging assassinations and coups. Destiny comes to a head and then she becomes isolated and radicalized straight up to the point that she became a full-on insurrectionist and usurper.

Bottomline was She wanted her home to be a better place for her and for everyone. Yet dspite her doing everything to be honest, to follow the rules, everybody pushed her away in one way or another. Plus her own internal suffering never really stopped. And in the end she just... ran out of options...she kept running out of options.

ON MORGANA BECOMING A USURPER/ INSURGENT/ CONQUEROR AFTER HER COMPLETE RADICALIZATION

If taking up arms (and government destabilization by whatever means) was the only way left, then so be it. Even if it means ridding the city of its current inhabitants. She could always repopulate it with more deserving people anyway.

Cruel but i think there was one ottoman king who said and did this when he besieged a city (prolly constantinople but meh, this was common practice).

Her one-year radicalization has taught her that the none of the citizens except for a very few deserved to be saved. In this type of thinking, as conqueror/warlord, all they need is land/territory anyway coz people will come and want to settle in regardless. It's like "new world order" "utopia" kind of thing. Cleansing the world (or kingdom) completely and building up a new one. Very.. insurrectionist-y (and honestly it is quite christian apocryphon-y... ragnarok-y? you get the gist.)

People get too hung up on "she's a crazy evil witch" that they forget what her political power struggle was initially about. Her lasting solution and the one that Morgause taught her was to create a world where she(and hopefully others) would be free, damn it all, and also damn those who defy her.

ON HER WAR FOR MAGIC.. AND THE STATE OF MAGIC IN THEIR WORLD IN GENERAL

"she didnt really help the magic folk tbh"

oh but i think in a way, she did... she gave the ones, the factions, who have always risen up in arms more hope and more fuel in their hearts. Like some may have not have joined her cause immediately but it emboldened them further because someone else who's powerful, who is an elite, who is nobility, was giving them a voice and banner to run cover AND to destroy and takeover the kingdom and the dynasty that started their oppression. She was helping that faction of the magic folk indeed.

Remember that only a few were part of the prophetic magic sect. Less even knew about the prophecy and if they did then it was a closely guarded secret.

So it should not be surprising that a majority of magicfolk wouldn't want the bigoted Arthur Pendragon as King and some unknown supposedly powerful sorcerer who never shows up would rule them all.

Hell no. and they would fight it. and they are justified to do so. (just as merlin was justified to do what he does)

ON JUSTIFICATION AND ETHICS

Like I said, rebellions and government takeovers are always tricky. Everyone is justified, everyone can resort to cruelty just to get what they want. There is manipulation and betrayal and unethical decisions on all sides.

ON THE POSSIBILITY FOR ACTUAL DIPLOMACY

But they can always negotiate and be diplomatic about it if they wanted to. if they played their cards rights bloodshed could have been averted. But that means both sides must have something to offer.

but in bbc merlin... Camelot fell short of that.

WHAT MORGANA HAD

See, Morgana knew her demands. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she was fighting for. She knew what to leverage. She had the

legitimate claim (being of Uther's direct bloodline, which was apparently already enough to challenge kingdom succession),

the justification (a new camelot that accepts Magic),

the strength (being immortal and a high priestesss),

some nobles (Agravain),

influence (her name is known far and wide),

wealth (presumably Gorlois' land holdings as well as previous territorial gains) and

a strong foreign army (Helios) backing her up.

the (imminent) support of people both magic/nonmagic who want to see the end of the regime.

Moreover Morgana (and others tbh) had been destabilizing the kingdom for years anyway. The weakness, the cracks were already there, waiting to be exploited, always being exploited. Anyone with a mind for it would have found it so so so easy to just... take it.

WHAT ARTHUR HAD (TBH NOT A LOT)

Meanwhile Arthur did not know what he had. He had nothing to bargain because he lacked the information. The only bargaining chip he could have had was just hiding from him in his own goddamn court. Arthur didn't even know about the state secrets of his own kingdom, which by the way, were very important state secrets (that magic had kept the kingdom safe all those years).

Arthur had no leverage other than him being (1)heir-apparent, (2)his skilled but limited retinue and (3)decently fortified castle (4)weakened and easily defeatable ally kingdoms. He doesn't even have a succession plan. Magic isn't accepted in his kingdom in any manner possible (plus he's too deathly afraid of it).

MERLIN'S FAILURE

Merlin/Gaius/Kilgharrah, by hiding Emrys AND THE PROPHECY, deprived Arthur the leverage that they needed diplomatically against the political institution that Morgana already was. Because of his vigilanteism, Merlin was incapacitating Arthur's diplomatic abilities as king. Merlin betrayed Arthur over and over again all because of the same bullsht bad advice that Kilgharrah and Gaius kept drilling into his head for more than half a decade.

Arthur had nothing to offer Morgana in exchange for peace in the bargaining table.

WHEN YOU DONT EVEN START PROPER NEGOTIATIONS, THEN YOU ALREADY FAIL

that's why it's a tragedy. Morgana had more cards than Arthur and nobody wanted to back down. So is it really surprising that they all had no choice but to go to war?

#bbc merlin #bbc morgana #bbc arthur #merlin critical #adventures of merlin #this is a fckd up show and its fun #i keep rehashing the same essay i know #essays #you must be tired of me #but i think ive become better with it #its my blog anyway i do what i want #look i need an outlet coz if i dont i will just keep talking to myself in my head