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bluheaven-adw · 5 months

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Thank you tumblr for absolutely destroying image quality. Freaking wtf?

Some more Dark Excalibur AU

The Knighting of Steve Palchuk

We all agree that Steve needed a better arc than what RotT gave him. He deserved a chance to be a hero, a path that he started in Wizards before it fizzled out into being the comedic relief. Wizards set everyone up as the better generational mirrors to Camelot. Jim to Arthur, Claire to Morgana, Douxie to Merlin, Toby probably to Galahad, and Steve very obviously to Lancelot. I've said at the start that no one comes out of this AU unscathed, so while Steve gets the heroic redemption, it comes at a cost, one that pulls on that parallel.

RotT in the Dk-E still happens, I'm not letting everyone get their happily ever after at the end of Wizards. But I'll be damned if I end it with Toby and so many others dead, and Jim pushed into a timeline reset. You can thank Steve for that. It's because of Steve that Toby lives. Steve goes with Toby in the Taco truck, and it is Steve that yanks Toby out of the way of the collapsing debris. But Steve becomes pinned himself, resulting in the loss of his arm. An act of selflessness and bravery, valor and sacrifice, that earns him the title of First Knight of the Roundtable of New Camelot. An equal advisor, responsible for not only the protection of Camelot, and those Jim has claimed as his (which is everyone, human, troll, changeling, down to the last gnome), but also finding and training new knights, those who value all life and are willing to fight to protect it, and want to see the worlds of man and magic together in harmony instead of hate and fear.

And so we come to the Knighting of Steve Palchuk. This isn't just pomp and meaningless ceremony, this has true weight and meaning to both Jim and Steve. Jim pulls on Excalibur's magic, his voice resonating with ethereal power, creating a bond of trust and loyalty that goes both ways, only formed if given willingly. Knight to his King, King to Knight, both to the protection of all worlds and their peoples. Jim's eyes light up in tandem with the blade as the power of Excalibur and Nimue courses through him, flames licking along the blade's edge and into Steve. Steve's armor reflecting this bond as the magic burns through him.

And like Lancelot, Steve will get a fully functional prosthetic arm. There will be hardship, adapting to this new reality. But Steve has become a hero. A man of courage... far from his highscool self. A survivor, who will fight with everything he has.

Rise now, Sir Steve, First Knight of the Roundtable and New Camelot.

Closeups below

Notes: some of the descriptive wording around the ceremony itself came from a discussion about Jim using Excalibur for the knighting, and are used with permission of Sakon76, who is a much better writer than I.

Expect more if Steve's story at a later time.

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herstarburststories · 5 months

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my monstrous boy (Coriolanus Snow x reader)

Summary: Coriolanus Snow is a monstrous boy. He's cold, merciless, brutal. And you love him. God, you love him so much. But what happens when you love a monster?

Disclaimers: angst. so much. but don't worry, the next one will be smutty.

A/N: Hello, requests are open skkskskka.

A monster is what it is. People won't beat an eye at their doings, they won't elaborate on why they are what they are. Some seeds come just bad, they say, and you're in luck when it doesn't fuck up the three.

But what does it make the person who loves the monster? What does it mean to be so intertwined to something evil? So in love with someone who wears cruelty like a fancy perfume?

Well, you've discovered it.

Loving a monster means all the love get bloodstains on it. As it comes to Coriolanus Snow, loving him means washing the stains of blood with the water in the river by the Hanging Tree.

The eldest Snow came to you in the dead of the night, blue eyes fading into anything but the mening of the color. You could print out so many emotions there, mostly shock and fear.

But there was no regret.

Looking back, that should've pushed you asay from Coriolanus. But when he trembled like he's nothing but human, you fooled yourself into beliving that he was a victmin of the circumstances.

Perhaps, he was. In the begining. You remember his childhood stories like tales of war. A kid can't leave that violence withour swallowing part of it. Snow was made to be tough, but he was never violent, he would never—

“Ouch.” he grumbles, a sight of disposture that he's not used to display in fromt of anyone but his family, and you.

It's an open wound. It's a bleeding reminder that somebody tried to fight back and lost his life to him.

“I'm sorry.” the words rott in your tongue, you spit them out anyway. “But that's the least of your problems.”

Silence. You can feel him studying you, analyzing you as if you're a lesson he can crack if he just tries hard enough. You don't lift your head, the eyes that once gave you comfort now make you nauseous.

You don't want to watch him lose his humanity like one of the tributes. You don't want to see Coriolanus become someone else.

But does one become something? Or has he always been as this?

“Are you scared of me?” direct, crude, as usual. He may not have the purity of Snow, but he's clear as one. There are no hidden meanings, no interpreter behind the door. He grabs your chin to make you look up at him, “Are you scared of me?”

The answer comes as a rather accusatory ask, “How many people have you killed?”

Quietude.

You can only hear his rapid breathing. You take a glance at him, only for the lavish boy to spare his head away. As if in shame, as if hiding.

When he's scared, he looks awfully lot like the man you swore to die with. Lately, living with him has been a harder oath to keep.

“It doesn't matter. I did this for you and us. We are free.” His tone takes up all the space of an answer. You know Snow doesn't want to talk about what happened, yet you can't stop your words.

“How much death is in your hands, Coriolanus?”

There, sitting in the mud while he bleeds, the man looks at you, and all you can see his a monster. The pieces coming together to make a image of destruction in your head, one inflected by the hands that always caressed you so gently.

He doesn't answer. Coriolanus just remains there, gazing inside your eyes. You don't leave him. You fool yourself thinking, maybe the monster is just trying to protect the boy. You know what he has seen, you still think it's not justified and—

And when he reaches out to place his hand on yours, his palm hand on contrast with his gelid nature, you are smitten, docile, even.

Love, you know, is the easiest way to perish.

Always good to the signals, Coriolanus leans in and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

It's also the best way.

A couple decades have ended. Your love has turned into blood on the snow: red, vicious, rotten. Yin and yang were never attracted, they crashed into each other, they destroyed parts of each other to make home for themselves.

Coriolanus Snow is the president. He gets redder eveqrytime. You still wash his weary hands, hoping someday you'll drown in the blood and be forgiven for being in love with cruelty.

You don't know what loving a monster makes you anymore.

But when the mockingjay cries in the cage, that's a lot like what you feel those days.

Author's: hello!! I'm just started writing this, so please give me some comments and reblogs.

TAGLIST OPEN for Coriolanus Snow x reader. Send a dm or comment to add.

#coriolanus snow #tom blyth #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #Coriolanus Snow x y/n #dark!coriolanus snow #tom blyth x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games imagines

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fenikorg-talks · 1 month

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Alastor couldn't believe that Husker of all people had convinced him to do this.

He really didn't want to do this, but apparently, there was "no one available to do the job". What a lie. Literally, anyone in this goddamn city would have been able to do this if it wasn't because the damn tv was nowhere to be seen. Valentino had a rage sprout during the blackout and Velvette was getting him distracted before he actually hurt Vox in the process. What a bunch of losers. Who in their right mind let those three take control of the city while he was away? Lucifer wasn't doing a good job, it seems. Well, who was he to judge.

While walking in the dark streets he encountered all kind of sinners. The kind that took advantage of the darkness and the kind that panicked about it. Some of them were upset of having no signal. That's what happens when you put all your trust in an unstable individual. Charlie had told him to get to Vox's tower as fast as possible, but a little time spent in the darkness wouldn't be too bad for their health. Their brains had already rott with those screens, they should touch some grass.

Vox's tower was defended with all its artifacts and armaments, so Alastor opted to use his shadows to get into the building. Inside it was as dark as his shadows. Alastor followed the halls that he remembered leading to Vox's office. It was exactly where it was seven years ago, and when he managed to get in, it was the same as before, but a little more full of monitors. Vox's sharks and some sparks from the cables were the only sources of light. Alastor walked to Vox's motionless body, resting in his chair. He would never admit that he got the goosebumps, but he saw how the cables were still pressed against Vox's TV head, and that something was twitching in the monitors.

"Vox", he tried to call his old pal, but there was no verbal answer. Instead, one monitor glitched and, with the screen still dark, one single little red light turn on. He was listening. Good. Alastor remembered when this kind of thing used to happen before; Vox would try to use more power than he could handle and end up lost on his wires. Alastor always helped him get out. But this time, it wasn't as if he was stuck, no, it looked as if he was hiding from something. "It has been a long time, hm?" There wasn't anything to say, either way. Vox didn't look like he wanted to talk, less to Alastor of all people.

"Just so you know, I was practically forced to be here, so don't get your hopes up," he remembered when Vox used to be so hyped by the mere fact that they were gonna be sitting next to each other on an overlord's meeting. He hoped that hadn't changed between them. Then again, they did have a fight right after he got back.

"Get out of there and bring back the light to the pentagram already, Vox," he was getting tired of this, there was no way this prick was gonna listen to him anyway. The lights, slowly but steadily, started to return to every house in the pride ring. Well, that was something. Still, Vox was on the monitors, doing who knows what. Alastor sighed, of fucking course this asshole didn't have the guts to face him again.

"I doubt the Radioo Demon was just forced to come and calm down a pathetic crybaby," Vox's deep voice said through the speakers. His voice was hoarse, Alastor noticed, as if he had been crying. Vox was right, tho. He wasn't completely forced, but he had been convinced by a very persuasive bartender cat who knew how to read him like a book.

"It's not as if it was my first time seeing you this way. Besides, your partners were somewhat busy at the moment, and there is no one else who knows about your little addiction to getting lost on those electronic snakes."

"Wires," he corrected but otherwise said nothing. Alastor picked at his nails waiting for Vox to do something. He did nothing.

"Well, time's up! I came here with a job and it's done. Have a nice mental breakdown, my dear fellow, may we never see each other again!" Sparks and glitches surrounded the monitors and an electronic wave passed through the wires until getting on Vox's head. His screen tilted on and his face appeared, but he didn't move. Alastor knew that it took a while for Vox to regain full control of his body so he took advantage of those seconds to examine him. His face was drawn in the most boring, disinterested look Alastor had ever seen him do, he wore big eyebags and looked sick overall.

Sometimes, Alastor wished to not smile at all. This wasn't a moment in which he should be smiling, and yet he was. It might have been convenient for him in numerous times, but with Vox, he just felt fake. And Vox knew that.

"If your face wasn't sewn, would you truly be happy to see me?" Vox didn't look up when he talked, but Alastor could see his disappointment in his monotone voice. How he changed in the seven years they were apart. It was almost as if he was a completely different demon.

"Like this? ...No," he summoned his shadows and got out of that sad pathetic tower. On the streets, he took one last glance in his direction, dropping his gaze. He had expected to be meeting his number one fan and only friend. Instead, he met a depressed overpowered overlord who didn't remember when was the last time he truly smiled. And to be honest, Alastor didn't remember when was the last time he was truly happy either.

(I don't know what kind of crack was I on when I wrote this but I found it on my notes, so I edited the fucking grammar and now here it is, enjoy)

#staticradio #radiostatic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox

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kaciidubs · 7 months

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It’s late and my brain is driving me crazy so I’m gonna leave some thoughts here for you hehe

So like imagine going underwear shopping with chan or Minho and you tell them to sit down while you try on new sets you choose and you’re like “I will try these on and you tell me which one I should get” but like with full intentions of teasing them, but being the supportive boyfriend they obviously agree…so I think chan would break after the third set because the next one you choose is black and Lacey and barely covers anything and chan just stares at you for good 3 minutes to make sure you are real and then he signals for you to come close and you obey and step in front of him looking at him with a tiny smile “what do you think about this one?” but chan seems to lose in his thoughts and just puts his hands on your thighs and squeezes them and then he does this think with his tongue…where he pushes his tongue on the inside of his cheek. And suddenly he just goes “we are getting this one let’s go” because he can’t wait to get home and fuck you in your new pretty set…he did think about just taking you there in the store but he decided to take his time to show you how much he liked the new set.

As for Minho…it’s probably his idea to go buy you new underwear because there is a high chance he accidentally destroyed the last set in the heat of the moment so he said he will get you a new one so when you’re at the store and choose a cherry coloured set minhos brain went into overdrive because he likes seeing you in such a sin full colour. So when you try it on and he sees how it’s almost see through and the pretty floral pattern over it he couldn’t hold him self back anymore and just gets up and pushes you back in the room where you just tried on the set and closes the curtain, the way his hands grip your hip tells you what you need to know…and when Minho leans down and starts kissing your neck while letting his hands wander all over you… but in his defence he just wanted to test out if the set can hold out… to say the shop assistant was confused when she saw you limping out with Minho behind you with a proud smirk on his face pulling out his card and just goes like “we’re taking that”.

Thank you for coming to my Minho and chan brain rott 😮‍💨

Feeding me saur well and for why 🥺🥺🥺 I have no words other than lingerie shopping with Chan or Minho is such a want rn

You go get some rest, doll! ❣️

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ lovely chqnverse #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan hard thoughts #lee minho hard thoughts #bang chan smut #lee minho smut

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grapejuicestyless · 11 months

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Night Shift

Harry Styles x Fem!ex best friend reader

Summery: the song Night Shift

The first time I tasted somebody else's spit, I had a coughing fit

I mistakenly called them by your name

I was let down it wasn't the same

“Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck.” I wiped my lips subconsciously, trying to dry the spit from the boy that vaguely resembled my best friend. Same color hair, same color eyes but somehow less beautiful on the random boy than the one I wanted.

I picked at my skin, my thumb scratching at my hangnails until they bled from the cuticles down my knuckles.

It was always like this. I convince myself I’m fine and go out for drinks. But as soon as I’m not fully sober, he comes back to me like a not as distant memory as I thought he was. I end up wiping my mouth and bleeding on my dress, leaving whoever was there in the bathroom as I make a b-line for the exit.

I'm doing fine, trying to derail my one track mind

Regaining my self-worth in record time

But I can't help but think of your other in the bed that was mine

So again, I walk the street way past my self set curfew and destroying any self respect I’d scraped up off the floor beneath my feet.

But how could I be angry at him for leaving? My best friend, who had such great opportunities ahead of him. A winding journey of riches and fame. A household name to be made. Such a bright star, why would he stay with his friend, who could barely make it past third period without running off to get lost in her head? Why would he tie himself down with someone who could make nothing of themselves.

I had dreams, I had aspirations that I got so damn close to reaching, but never quite there. Never quite confident enough to take the chances that everyone else was so easy to do. So while everyone grows up into who they want to be around me, I stay here and rott in my childish self pity and hopeless devotion to a man who calls once a month if I get lucky.

Maybe all these reasons could level out my anger issues and make me come up with a rational reason to his forgetfulness to check in with someone who never forgot to make sure he was okay. But they didn’t and instead I only grew more impatient and more irritable the larger he rose into a life we’d dreamed he’d get together. Call it jealousy, but I believe it’s just the bitter part of myself angry at the loss of him.

Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth

Call you a bitch and leave?

When the phone hanging unevenly in the kitchen echoed through the late PM, I let my feet rush across the tile. I almost didn’t answer the phone, scared that if it was the one call I’d receive from him, I’d waste it. Maybe if I called back, by some miracle he’d answer. But I came up with fake scenario‘s to force myself to answer.

What if my mom was hurt?

What if someone needed help?

What if my grandma was dying?

“Hello..?” I rubbed at my eyes, tucking the strands of hair falling in front of my face behind my ears. I leaned into the wall, hip popped out and heal off my foot off the ground comfortably.

“Y/n, hey. How have you been?” His English accent felt like a warm blanket of home. It was his moms Sunday breakfast the morning after a sleepover. It was the dew on the grass we ran through every morning before school.

I bit my lip until my teeth were stained red and there were holes in the skin so deep it could scar.

“Oh. I’m good. How have you been?” He laughed, it was airy and light with the blissful ignorance to the hurt he inflicted on me every time with these damn calls.

“You don’t sound too excited to hear from me, y/n/n.” Mentally, I rolled my eyes.

On the outside I came off as rude and standoffish towards any sort of topic involving our situation, but inside I craved for him to chase me like he still wanted me in his life. Just for him to care enough that me not caring broke him into the same shards he’d shattered me into when he left.

“No, just a little tired is all. So, how have you been, Harry?” I tried again, brushing the tense muscles away like everything he said didn’t deeply bother me.

He sighed. I could imagine in that moment that he was pinching his brows and blinking rapidly like he did all those years ago whenever he got slightly out of sorts.

“I’ve been doing really good, recently. I’m touring with the boys.” I nodded, though he couldn’t see me, it felt instinct to get tight lipped and short with him.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the show, by the way. I really wanted to come.” I answered his next question before he could ask it. I knew he’d ask me if I was sure about not coming to his shows. It was a yearly occurrence.

At first I’d show up. Only to the first tour. The second one I had a work conflict with. My the third I had given up even checking my calendar, the embarrassment of my life being only a fraction of what his was worth too embarrassing for me, let alone how embarrassing it was to him. Even if he’d never admit that he found my life boring and undesirable, he’d shown it by leaving everything I worked for behind.

“About that, listen.” He started, I braced myself for what he was about to ask.

“I think it might be nice to catch up. Im in town, I wanted to see you tonight. You remember that cafe on the corner of Washington? The one we went to all the time when we were younger?”

“It closed last year, H.” I checked the clock. The line went silent.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” I bit at my nails in anticipation.

“How about the old coffee shop that sold sea salt taffy’s at the counter?” I hummed.

“Yeah, okay. What time?”

“How about eight? Does that work-“

“Yeah sounds great. See you then.” I hung up the phone harshly, ready to stab him in the heart for leading me on like he cared still or let him twist the knife he’d already put through mine. I knew why he’d called.

Every so often he’d get reminded by someone of me, then he’d get consumed with an insurmountable amount of guilt for not staying in touch. For letting himself drift away. He’d call like we had talked just the other day and go about his life forgetting me once again.

Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet?

What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?

I arrived at the shop first, finding a table situated near the back, where we always used to sit so we could talk as loud as we wanted and not get hushed.

I placed our coffees under the small napkins laid out to absorb the water rings that gathered occasionally. I ordered the same two black coffees Harry and I had always loved since we were young. Truthfully, I had no idea if he even liked it black anymore.

When the bell rang, my breath was caught in my throat. There he was. The same tall, tanned boy with the curly mop of soft brown locks and sparkling green eyes smiling softly at me. And my heart still raced the same way it did in elementary school.

“Y/n, oh my god you look great.” He reached out for a hug. I hesitated to return it. I was afraid to take in his scent. I was afraid to get attached to something that didn’t belong to me anymore. If I got attached it would only be harder to let it go again. I already lacked the supplies to patch my broken wings, how would I fix them if I allowed him to tear them straight off?

And when I did smell him, it was like a bubble of heaven surrounding my body. I could melt into his chest and just be fully vulnerable. It was the smell of my childhood and the promises of forever that we’d sworn on.

“I got us coffee. Black, like old times.” His lips pulled back and his teeth clenched.

“I actually don’t drink caffeine anymore.” Oh.

“Then why the coffee shop?” I almost laughed at his stupid choice of place. I almost let out a string of curses and begged for answers why I was even there. If not to drink until I’m up for days and pretend you miss me like I miss you, then why call me?

I feel no need to forgive but I might as well

“I just really like this place. Never really changed, so.” I nodded. Of course.

A silence covered us like a blanket that was rough and stuffy. The only sounds being those of the soft sipping of my coffee and the clink the cup made as it made contact with the table. Seconds of this turned to minutes, minutes feeling more like hours.

“How’s your mom?”

“She’s still out of her mind. Less than before but she’s still pretty sick so, I’m not expecting her to do much better.” The table between us was suddenly the most beautiful sight ever. The wood my eyes place to settle on to avoid his stare.

“What about your dad?” He pressed on, wanting more out of me.

“He’s doing the best he can. He’s needed a lot of help with mom so I’ve been helping. It’s been hard but it’s nice being all together again. I don’t mind it, it gets quiet over here.” I swallowed a lump in my throat, my tongue finding a home poking at the inside of my cheek.

“Shit, I had no idea it was that bad, babe. Why didn’t you say something?”

“You never asked.” Looking up to meet his face was like watching him process his lack of involvement in my life. It was watching him go through every stage of grief at once and every bit of it was doused in guilt.

But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt

Silence consumed us again. From afar I bet we looked like we were on an awkward first date. You never would have guessed that we’d know each other in and out at some point. But life is funny like that. While I live with our memories together like it deserves to be protected, he tosses them out like a side quest leading him to his success without me.

The chair squeaked when I stood, my hand reaching in my back pocket to pull out a twenty.

“I hope your show goes well tomorrow, Harry.” I began to leave, only stopping once he shot up and blocked my path with his chest.

Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down

Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell

“What? You’re leaving? Why?”

“Harry, I can’t catch up with someone I don’t even know.”

“You know me.”

“Do I?”

“Yes!” He raised his voice slightly. His tone wavered, unsure of himself and hurt by my quickness in giving up on us.

“Okay, then you must not know me.”

“Of course I know you.” I laughed but he didn’t find it funny.

Don't hold your breath, forget you've ever saw me at my best

You don't deserve what you don't respect

Don't deserve what you say you love and then neglect

“I know you still like your coffee black. And I know that you stayed at home because you got too attached to the backroads here. I know you were obsessed with the idea of letting our children grow up in one of the nice houses up on the hill with the picket fences and becoming just as close as we are.”

“As we were.” I corrected.

“As we are.” He insisted.

“You can’t be close to someone you can’t even remember to call until everyone else is busy.” He shut up, tugging at the hair at his roots.

“Y/n.” The beg tumbled past his lips with no real request. Maybe to just stay in my presence for a moment longer, but that idea was shoved down with all my other fantasies of us still being close like he believed we were.

“I hope your show goes well tomorrow, Harry.” My shoulder brushed his. He reached out for me, but missed by a hair, I felt it. Yet, he made no further movement to come back to me. He didn’t chase what he didn’t want.

Now bite your tongue, it's too dangerous to fall so young

Take back what you said

Can't lose what you never had

Exiting that shop hurt more than a thousand cuts in the creases of my body. Each step was heavier and each street light I counted only hurt my head more to count.

The scream I let out by the park bench on the way home was guttural and obnoxious. I could only pray no one overheard my breakdown that came out in ugly sobs and a clawed at chest.

If he was gone, then so was my oxygen. Every time was harder to let go than the previous. All had been over the phone so this was a new kind of hurt. This was dying. This was the light draining and the body shutting down If always feared as a kid. This was me welcoming it.

I could only wish he could feel a fraction of what I felt letting him go like that.

I feel no need to forgive but I might as well

But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt

Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down

Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell

I memorized his tour schedule for the next year. I knew when he would be in town and I knew when he would be leaving. I could predict when he would call, I could guess what he would ask about and I could accurately mouth the jokes he always said when things got awkward.

So I started helping over my parents help on nights when he was in town. If he wanted to call, I wouldn’t be there to contribute to his sudden remembrance to his humble beginnings.

I started avoiding my phone. I stopped walking through the kitchen. I started going to bed early when I was at home. I started to stop praying on his call to come and started to pray it wouldn’t.

You got a 9 to 5, so I'll take the night shift

And I'll never see you again if I can help it

In five years I hope the songs feel like covers

Dedicated to new lovers

Getting over him wasn’t an option, but I could distract myself with the people present in my life. My friends became my best friends and he slipped into a distant memory after some passing weeks. The mention of his name still had my heart racing at a speed that was pitiful for someone so mistreated, but I no longer longed for his constant presence.

You got a 9 to 5, so I'll take the night shift

And I'll never see you again if I can help it

In five years I hope the songs feel like covers

Dedicated to new lovers

It had been a year since that night that I walked out. It had been a few months since I developed my schedule to avoid his calls and pleas for my reassurance he hadn’t lost me. And it had been long enough for me to do the unbelievable.

When the phone rang in the kitchen I didn’t shuffle as quick as possible across the tile like I would. I didn’t rationalize with who it could be, what could be happening. I let my feet drag slowly to the wall with the same old phone on it and I answered.

I answered the phone, picking it up off the wall, and before he could get a word out about his relief that I’d answered, I set the phone back against the wall, ending the call before it began.

I did the unbelievable. I stopped caring.

You got a 9 to 5, so I'll take the night shift

And I'll never see you again if I can help it

In five years I hope the songs feel like covers

Dedicated to new lovers

#harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine

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jmeestella · 1 year

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"Together for a 100 lifetimes..."

Yesterday was Jlaire day and we couldn't finish this fanart on time, but here it is. I don't know if this drawing has any context, I just wanted to draw a little shenanigan between them, just a silly selfie with your Monster bf.

I don't care what happened in Rott, they will be a beautiful and happy couple again and they will keep that beautiful promise, come on Romeo! Don't give up on her!

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soldier-poet-king · 5 months

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Smthn else that's struck me on my more recent qt rereads (i.e. the last decade's worth, as an adult) which I don't think I fully grasped as a tween & teen, was the grace and /forgiveness/ at the heart of the series

Of course it's about love. Even idiot teen me could figure that much out. About love and its repercussions and salvific power and the ripples and waves it creates and Gen giving his heart on a toothpick to those around him. (And Rott recontextualizing this explicitly, as him being saved as well).

But I don't really think the forgiveness hit me before. I'm listening to koa at work rn, got to the scenes with Relius in the prison, and then in the infirmary. And it is then that it struck me. Eugenides forgives Relius, he pardons him, not because he wants to bribe him, or demands his service, but because Relius loves and serves Irene, and so does Gen, and so for the sake of his wife he forgives Relius, not so much for his inadvertent betrayal, but for Relius' interrogations when Gen lost his hand. (There is something to be said, too, of Gen, now in a position of power, understanding WHY Relius did what he did, it is distasteful, cruel even, but he did it to protect Attolia, just as Gen now does things he hates for her, and the country).

And it's not just Relius. Gen forgives Irene, we know this by the end of qoa, but also, he loves her, there's - as atypical and strange and their relationship may have started out - an expectation of forgiveness because it's within the bonds of love. There is no such expectation with Relius. And yet Gen forgives anyway. As he does with Dite, with Teleus, with Costis, with so so many throughout the books in various ways.

And it doesn't end with Gen! Gen's love and forgiveness of Irene is what allows Helen, and to a certain extent the MoW, to in their own time forgive Irene. It's what allows Irene to forgive herself, and in turn learn to forgive Relius and Teleus for their failures. Gen forgives Costis (albiet after baiting him, but he also forgives Costis accidentally spilling Gen's secrets to Baron Susa) and Costis in tat forgives Kamet's deception, as Kamet in turn forgives his. Gen forgives Pheris' accidental betrayal. Everyone forgives Gen his schemes and deceptions, too. And maybe Gen forgives himself for some of the things he's had to do as Attolis that he would otherwise not have wanted to do as Gen (acok is next, I'll need a relisten within this new thematic framework to decide. I think it's particularly important to his attitude toward Sophos there). Smthn smthn Gen also forgives the gods

Idk where I was going with this. Perhaps it's patently obvious to everyone Except Me because I'm An Idiot, but this is my what??? Dozenth reread? Probably more? And I'm still teasing out new threads. I probably will be for the rest of my life.

#queen's thief #idk if any of this makes sense #but my heart is about to explode

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lilith-91 · 1 year

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I'm probably the only one who doesn't want a Trollhunters' sequel (actually, a remake). I would hate it.

It just takes ALL the character development that has happened across all the story and shoves it in the trash. It's simply terrible. Character development happens when a character fails at something. Bonds are formed when hardships occur. People become stronger after difficult situations. Not to mention, the good and unlikely events that happened will be altered or not happen at all. Jim going back in time might as well make things way worse than it already is. Having lost someone or something and learning to deal with that is an extremly powerful and relevant message that could've been a perfect way to end the story but no, they had to ruin it.

All of this combined with the fact that the characters we love and grow attached to through their hardships have had all of those events stripped from their experience.

Nothing is gonna be the same. A remake would be terrible.

Let's be real. Why Blinky or Draal should care about Jim as they did in the old timeline? Toby is the Trollhunter now. Draal and Blinky cared about Toby and Claire, yes, but the relationship with Jim was far superior. Jim was literally Blinky's son. Draal was Jim's protector. Meh even Arrrghh's relationship with Toby is not gonna be the same.

Not even Steve and Eli, probably. In the new timeline Jim doesn’t help Eli by standing up to Steve like he did in Trollhunters. He just lets it happen. As i've said in another post, JIM PLANTED THE SEEDS FOR STEVE’S REDEMPTION. Steve's redemption was fueled by Steve’s obsession with Jim after he gets called out and punched. And the movie ending ignored this part -.-

I don't want a sequel because all this is gone

I'm not even sure if we are gonna see NotEnrique again...

And, sorry, i don't want a new series with Toby as the Trollhunter and Jim the "side kick". What Jim should be? The Warhammer? Ugh. The amulet belongs to him. And Claire? She's gonna get the shadow staff again? She's gonna have the same development? No.

Not even Douxie, Aja and Krell are gonna be the same.

Also Toby can't beat any villain and he's an awful leader but let's not talk about this

It's just so wrong. Years of character and story development wasted….

I will despise ROTT till the end of time. As such, the only way for me to get peace of mind is to ignore it and enjoy the parts of the series that made me fall in love with it in the first place.

#trollhunters #tales of arcardia #jim lake jr #wizards #douxie #claire nuñez #blinky galadrigal #draal #3below #aja tarron #krell tarron

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escape-from-arcadia · 7 months

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Tales of Arcadia Ask Game

I'm pretty sure there's already one but I'm bored and I want to make a new one so here we go: TOA ask game!

Trilogy - favorite show (Trollhunters, 3Below, Wizards)

Daylight - favorite character

Eclipse - favorite antagonist

Moonlight - favorite side character

Crispy~ - favorite funny scene

The Deep - favorite sad scene

GLORIOUS - favorite fight scene

R+J - favorite ship (romantic, platonic, etc.)

Legends - favorite fic/fic recc

Destiny - would you want to live in a world with magic?

Brief Recapitulation - something you'd want to see explore more/explained

Changeling - would you rather be a troll, extraterrestrial, or spellcaster? (Or human!)

Conspiracy?! - your most insane theory (or theory in general!)

Kairosect - if you could pause time for 43 minutes and 9 seconds, what would you do?

Shadow Portal - if you could visit one place in the TOA-verse (present time or past), where would you go?

Red Boots - if you could make one piece of TOA merchandise, what would it be?

Titan - thoughts on ROTT?

Kronosphere - if you could change one thing about TOA, what would it be?

FUZZBUCKETS - controversial opinion? hot take? hill you will die on?

KLEB - random headcanon

#ask game #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #3below #wizards tales of arcadia

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olivethetiger · 3 months

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I think we all agree RotT is bad, and a lot of us hate the ending but I wanna talk about it.

I’ve seen some people say it makes sense Jim would go farther back than the start of the movie. The idea is why would he only save those that died in the movie when he could also save Aja and Krel’s parents? And Draal??

But my issue is, following that logic, why not go back to before Kanjigar even died? Why not keep the amulet from being up for grabs in the first place?

Jim can’t just go back to before anything bad happened because there’s always something bad even further back that COULD be fixed.

A large theme of the whole trilogy is that this is the timeline we’re stuck with, you can’t go back and change things. Multiple Trollhunters episodes are specifically about why Jim had to be the one to pick up the amulet, and a fixed timeline is what Wizards is ALL ABOUT.

Killing off so many characters in the movie didn’t make sense, but if they really wanted to stick with it they could’ve ended with grief themes. There could’ve been a message about continuing to live while the people you love are gone, about how sometimes people die and there’s nothing you can do to fix it.

All going back in time does is render the entire series null other than giving Jim a bunch of mental baggage to sort through on his own.

WE. COULD’VE HAD. COLLEGE. TIMESKIP. INSTEAD.

#it’s been so long since the movie came out now #but I’m still pissed #i love aus and stuff as much as the next guy #but like why’d they do that #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #rise of the titans

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ship-of-skitties · 7 months

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thinking abt dunkelfelger myne au. more under the cut, i'd appreciate your thpoughts

ok so. first off. as is, just copy-pasted, myne would not survive dunkelfelger as a commoner. she'd die very quickly. so, how do we fix this?

commoners in dunkelfelger kill feybeasts, right? so it'd make sense if they had feystones. this gives myne a small mana sink - and assuming merchant apprenticeship still happens - gold dust which could be incorporated into products.

but how do we get to the part we want, the royal academy? well first we have to get through becoming a noble. ferdinand isn't here, nor does she discover the temple bookroom (because i say so).

i saw something in a fic recently and im stealing the idea for this. at some set time of year, nobles can make requests of aub dunkelfelger - if they are able to beat another person making a request/one of the the archduke family in ditter (presumably a dueling, 1v1 form?), they get their request granted (it's the ditter duchy. you should expect this).

myne hears about it offhand and her train of thought goes "nobles have books. people make requests to the aub. if i beat someone in whatever 'ditter' is, i can read books!" and thus her Rampage begins

how does she get in the castle to do this? mixtures of unethical and possibly forever harmful substances in little projectiles she shoots with a slingshot! invading the royal castle? attacking a noble? what's that?

no-one calls for aid with rott or anything else because... i mean that's a toddler. that's a baby. what could a baby do with a slingshot? turns out lots and lots and lots and lots

so she eventually gets to the room where it's happening (100% comically struggles with the door until she opens it with something stretchy like elastic) and the nobles are like. Hey What The Fuck. Why Is The Door Open. And Why Is There A Fucking Toddler

AND THEN this little fuckin child. this small pillbug of a human being. uses this meeting usually used as an excuse to play ditter and get power. To Ask The Aub To Give Her A Book

like. who's gonna fight a child. so they're just sitting there in stunned silent until the aub asks whose kid this is. and ofc none of them answer (note as im typing this: it feels like im writing a comedy skit.)

myne then insists on fighting for it. and bc no-one else wants to fight A Fucking Toddler aub dunkelfelger agrees to do some dueling ditter

the aub's like Christ I Need To Go Really Easy On This Kid. I'll Just Walk Over And Tap Her And She'll Fall Unconscious. so they go to the field! and as soon as it starts he starts getting pelted by not only Horrible Fucking Skin Irritants and Chopped Onions 2.0, but by gold dust from small feystones (pocket sand 2) so he's just rolling around on the floor blinded by all these Horrible Little Curses Of Mortal Men and soon he's just. Unconscious.

and they ask her What The Hell she did to the aub. the answer is I Poisoned Him. With Plants. And Threw Dust In His Eyes

she did incapacitate the aub, so she won the bargain, and i cannot think of anything past this point

#ascendance of a bookworm #dunkelfelger au #pspsspspspspsspps

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aupermittymeowmeow · 1 year

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So I plan on re-writing the Rise of the Titans movie altogether and having a prequel later on. I don’t know how long it will be or take(giving how many chapters I want to put in). But for now I want to showcase Jim since he is our starring boy!

It kinda felt weird to me how Jim turned back into a human near the end of Wizards for some reason, and how Merlin said there was no way to turn him back. So I just redesigned his troll fit and added a few details from his ACTUAL troll form(such as his horns and tattooed lines). I also gave him longer hair and scruff since we never really see it(plus Its been like what a couple of years? man does NOT care about hair length). And where the amulet was? now a cool scar.

For character analyse I just wanted to use flat colors in case I wanted to do flashbacks or short comics/doodles. Over on the right I wanted to line out how differently each for was like body build and facial structures.

And finally armor. Everything is overall the same except for the moonlight armor(which can be read in Angor Reborn) and the RoTT armor. I hated how it looked in the movie with the added Excalibur and Akaridian tech(sorry Krel love ya<3) and it just didn’t look right. So I took inspiration from King Arthurs armor and added a little bit of how his troll form looks(like horns and spikes. I also wanted him to have a cape since he deserves it<3

#Trollhunters #3Below #Wizards Toa #Tales of Arcadia #Toa Jim #James Lake Jr.#Rise of The Titans #RoTT ending #Troll Jim Toa #Troll Jim #Excalibur #Excalibur!Jim #Toa Redesign

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abittersweetraisin · 8 months

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Reasons why i don't hate RotT.

In all the years since the movie came out there's been such an avalanche of hate towards it that i preferred not to write my thoughts about it. I get it, it's not the end we had expected, but i don't agree with the fandom's general opinion.

Hopefully after all this time the hatred has diminished enough so that at least some people will give my words a chance. I will try to stick to facts, not opinions. Spoilers ahead this point.

From what i've read, the fandom has two main problems with the ending: the characters' development was 'lost' with the time reset and Toby being the new trollhunter. So many things i want to say at once,... First, it was a time reset, not going to an alternate universe. What do i mean by this? The time reset didn't take away all the potential of any of the characters. -Blinky and Jim's father-son relationship. That relationship grew after spending time together; all the training, all the challenges, etc. Ok yes, Toby is now the one with the amulet, but Toby and Jim are best friends. So, just the same way Toby got into the trollhunters team the first time, Jim will get to join too. Jim and Blinky will get to spend time together again, how can people think their relationship will not grow again into what it was? Because Toby now has the amulet? Come on, Blinky became like a father to Jim because of who Jim is, not because he had an amulet.

The training will now be focused on Toby, not Jim. So? That means more Jim-Blinky time. I can see them both side by side exchanging opinions while watching Toby's training.

-Strickler. Do i really need to spend time on probing how Strickler will become good again? Wasn't it left quite clear that the story was going to head that way again? His love for Barbara was true. That's why Jim invited him to have dinner and meet his mother, to start that change in him. It's not as if Strickler had been this evil-concentrated kind of character. He was perfectly capable of change. And Jim's knowledge is the key for it to happen again. I think Jim's knowledge has been terribly underestimated by the fandom, but i will get to that later.

-Claire. Jlaire. How can some people doubt if it will happen again?

With the way they showed us Claire was looking at Jim it was left crystal clear they were going to become a couple again.

About Claire's powers. She discovered them after she stole the shadow staff from Angor Rot. Let's say Jim manages to change things and Strickler becomes good sooner, then he wouldn't release Angor Rot. So? Was Strickler the only changeling in Arcadia? Or in the world? Any other changeling can do that. Let's push it further and say no one will release Angor. Still, the shadow staff was just a tool. Claire had magic in her, it was part of her nature. I mean...

She eventually learned how to do magic without the shadow staff. You may be thinking "But if she never gets the shadow staff then how can she learn to use magic?". The time reset brought back Gunmar, Bular, Morgana, etc. Also the Janus Order. Magical battles are to be expected again. Plenty of opportunities for her to learn about her magic in a different way than the shadow staff. And let's not forget that also Douxie is back in Arcadia. He could come to detect Claire's potential and train her. As i said, many ways for her to become Miss Super Witch again.

-Steve. Of course I wasn't going to leave The Palchuck out. :) Four things were the main ingredients to Steve's arc. Jim's punch, Aja, that goblin that introduced him to the troll's world, and Eli. Jim has seen what Steve can become. I seriously doubt he will do nothing about it. Aja is Aja, she will hit the blond oaf once more. Again, i have no doubt about it. About that troll Steve met while taking out the trash. Arcadia is infested with trolls, so... When Steve approaches Eli again, i seriously doubt Eli's response would be different. So, I really think Sir Steve of Palchukia hasn't vanished from the new future. -Toby. I read someone saying that Toby wouldn't last a minute fighting against Bular. Yes, Toby is overweight. But honestly, when fighting a huge troll that is over 5,200 years, it's more about the lack of experience. Besides, remember how once transformed the amulet gives magical protection. There's another thing. A theory that i hadn't thought of but recently read. By the time the time reset happens Jim has his new amulet. So, wouldn't it follow that now there will be two amulets? Maybe Jim wouldn't use it right away. That's something we won't get to know, but can't we try to be more positive here? Another thing i've also read is people thinking the main characters won't meet again. Let's see... Jim is Toby's best friend. Toby now has the amulet, so through Toby Jim will meet Blinky, Aaarrrgh and all the other trolls again. Do you really think Jim and Toby will leave Claire out of the team? Seriously? Douxie, as i said before, the time reset didn't change the fact of Douxie living in arcadia. They are so meeting again. Aja and Krel will still need to leave Akiridion 5. So, there you go, those two will be in the same school again. Morando couldn't care less who got the amulet, he will still be coming. Most, if not all, the challenges that brought all the team together will happen again.

I'm sorry but a lot of people seem to be a bit too keen on wanting the worst case scenarios to happen after the time reset, even when what was shown to us in the trilogy didn't point that way. How can i be so sure? Well, didn't Nari said "Krohnisfere will make right"? Is it too crazy to think that she meant that things will be better after the time reset? That the time reset is the path towards the complete defeat of their enemies with as little deaths as possible on the side of good? Think about it. If the reset had brought them back to the beginning of the movie then the lives of Strickler, Nomura, Toby could be saved, but by going so far back to the past more lives can be saved: Vendel, Draal, Aja and Krel's parents. As i mentioned before, Jim's knowledge has been terribly underestimated. In this second chance Jim now knows that Usurna is a traitor. He knows the location of the Janus Order, the location of Merlin, etc., etc. This information will become so powerful. Isn't the chance to save all these lives enough to make the ending not terrible? The characters' developments weren't lost, just reset. And as i said in this post, i don't see why they won't grow again into what they had become. I guess the writers must had wanted to give us a different kind of ending. They took the risk and there we have the result. I get that the fandom wanted an ending with no loose ends, as little sacrifices as possible, but i do think the hate was too much. I can't help to feel sorry for the writers. All their hard work grilled the way it's been done. And think about the negative impact on people who hasn't see the show and feels curious about it. If they do a little research to learn where the story starts or just want to share their love for the first part of the trilogy they would surely come across hate towards RotT and maybe drop the show.

Anyway, hopefully some people will not hate the ending so much after reading my post.

#toa #rott #toa rott #toa rise of the titans #rise of the titans #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #3below #wizards #toa spoilers #toa rott spoilers

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