#alli writes shit

[lovevalley45]

#fictober23 day one

"Don't worry, I got you."

fandom: naddpod (campaign 3/ba2mia)

word count: 707

Calder knew that he should have felt safe and cozy inside Callie’s Tiny Hut. It should have been impossible to feel anxious or tense in a magic Airstream flush with duck decor. 

Yet, as he sat on a comfy pillow, knees pulled up to his chest, he still felt as frigid as he did in Ultris’ helm. The toasty warmth was almost suffocating after endless weeks, months, years in the barren arctic prison dimension.

It was only the three of them - well, four if he counted Foster, which he did - back together again in the spell’s protective radius, along with the bronze serpent. General Bronzebeard and Kenna had decided to make camp out the hut, saying they’d keep watch. He was pretty sure they were just giving them space to reunite, catching up on lost time themselves. That made the hut feel even more cavernous.

Calder couldn’t help watching Sol and Callie from his spot on the floor. The two of them had done their best to catch him up earlier, but it’d come at him so fast he was sure he’d forgotten a good third of it already. They’d chugged along without him, even picked up one of the Titans of Bahumia as their legendary chaperone. They’d saved him, like he knew they would. But things weren’t the same as he’d left.  

There was, of course, the serpent Callie had dubbed Honeysuckle whose back she casually stroked. That hand was much frostier than he remembered it being, cool ice crystallizing against its shiny surface. She’d taken up his frosty mantle, sliding from spring into winter. Calder couldn’t help longing for her to bloom again. 

Beside him, Sol attempted to repair a burnt hole in his scarf of displacement, a thick needle between his webbed fingers. When he’d emerged from the helm, he’d seen Sol’s knuckles covered in the mushrooms he’d gotten from King Shroomrot. However, they had dripped with a deadlier fungi than before. 

After everything, he should have just been happy to be out. But only worries plagued his mind. 

Sol yawned, snapping him back to reality. “Boy, I am pooped.” He set down his scarf. “I think I’m ready to turn in.”

Callie stood from her spot beside Honeysuckle, stretching her arms above her head. “Yeah, it’s a long trek back to Irondeep,” she said. 

“Right. Yeah,” Calder said, nodding. “I guess we should sleep.”

Ultris wasn’t going to get in. Ultris was gone. He was gone, right? Those thoughts raced through his head as Sol and Callie made their bed for the night - one big nest, just like old times. Though he’d spent the last few days with Jaina, the two had kept their distance in his makeshift camp. Now he found himself hesitating. 

“Calder? You coming?” Callie asked. 

“Uh huh.” He stood from the pillow and sat on the edge of the nest, hands resting on his knees. 

“Are you just going to sleep like that?” Sol said. 

“No. Obviously not. Let me just-” Calder laid down and did his best to shimmy into place, right into the space Sol and Callie had left for him. As he did, Foster flew in, landing on his chest and nestling in. He was effectively trapped by a duck. 

He felt Callie’s cold skin brush against him, ice against ice, and couldn’t help his flinch. “Sorry. Are you okay there?”

“No,” he admitted. “I feel like I’m going to wake up in the helm again.”

“Well, we don’t have any Molsons,” Sol said. 

“We might. It would probably be a hot Molson, though,” Callie added. 

“Dang,” Calder muttered. 

“But you don’t need a Molson. You’re okay now. You’re back with us,” she said. 

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I got you. We both do,” Sol told him. 

Calder looked up at his friends. Though they’d not left each other’s side since he got out of the helm, the same joy of seeing them after so long rushed over him again. He thought about the carvings he’d left behind, his attempts to not forget their faces. 

“Thanks, guys,” he said. 

As the three of them made themselves comfortable, trying not to jostle Foster and fit together, Calder felt truly warm for the first time in a long time.

#alli writes shit #fictober23 #naddpod #ba2mia #calder killde #calliope petrichor #sol bufo #starting off by getting into my calder feels as we must #sorta a spiritual successor to a prompt i filled last year (day 23 i think?)

[bonefall]

You could play with the dirty part of the canon description by having Slash and his people roll in mud to hide their scent.

Parts of the Code labelling using weapons/traps as dishonorable could have started as agreements made that Slash's people wouldn't keep using their old tactics, maybe forced on Thunder's Clan to keep them from becoming too powerful, if they DID fuse.

I'm more liable to just remove the "dirty" thing entirely honestly; I just think it's so shitty I'd like to nuke it from orbit, you get me? Every single time they want you to hate someone, they make them fat and/or stinky. I'd rather just put that kind of rhetoric in the mouths of cats like Clear Sky and The Wind Runner, a lie to demonize their enemies, not really based on truth.

I think I might take the trap stuff though; that actually fits in nicely with how ThunderClan's the only one that uses spears. I won't have it be code yet, though, that's going to come a lot later. First two commandments of the code are Borders + Mercy, followed by Law 3 when Riverstar dies in some decades.

Also gonna need a name for Slash's new group. Hey, maybe THESE guys can be called Warriors, actually. Warriors of the Forest, like what the first arc used to be called before it was renamed TPB.

#I'm imagining a scene where Thundy's still in his dad's group ''studying'' under him #And while they're in the woods one of their patroller's legs gets caught in a tree snare #And they're dangling and yowling angrily and it's the first 'experience' Thundy has with the WOTF #''Fearsome guerilla warfare techniques'' (that's just how they catch dinner) #Maybe it was Thunder Storm actually and when he recounts this story to them after they're allies the Warriors are deeply amused by it #like ''they're VERY obvious traps actually. How did you fall for it. Are you a Squirrel'' #And boom that's the basis of the Gray Squirrel/Red Squirrel story #Man it would be such a dick move for Thunder Storm to get lifted up in the trap like that and Clear scares the shit out of him #With how they're going to come and kill him with all the racket he's making #if he can't get him down quickly #Like just terrifying him while he's up in the trap with lies about how horrible Slash's cats are #letting him dangle for a while and taking his time #ugh that's so clear actually I have to write that now. That's something he'd do #better bones au #BB!DOTC #BB!Slash

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

What had started out as a casual meetup after school every now and again turned into… whatever this is.

Billy stares up at the ceiling. Blissed out, having been rewarded for doing the bulk of Eddie’s algebra two homework with a joint that was just shy of overstuffed. He would have helped regardless — he already has, actually, on multiple occasions. But Eddie insists.

The guy is hard to argue with. Especially when he flicks his lighter open and presses the butt of the joint to Billy’s lips himself.

Smoke is always sweeter on his tongue when it’s sucked through the tips of Eddie’s fingers.

Billy takes in the view from the bed. Studies the posters tacked to the walls and admires the guitar that hangs among them — Gina, he was informed was her name — Eddie’s favorite. He wishes that Gina would come down so Eddie could play her right about now. Fill the muggy air in the trailer with some vibrancy. Maybe wake Billy up a little bit.

He turns his head, looks at where Eddie lies next to him, and studies what he can see of his sleeping face from under his bangs. Head tucked safely into the crook of Billy’s shoulder.

The blond sighs. Elects to just card his fingers into Eddie’s hair, listens to him hum a happy sound under his breath.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Every cell in Billy’s body lights up at once, the crackles of fireworks running up his spine as his brain starts screaming excuses. Apologies.

We were just studying, nothing happened, please don’t be mad—

The door gently cracks open and Wayne peaks his head in. He’s still clad in his work clothes, eyes tired, but offers a smile anyway. Billy remembers to breathe because he wasn’t before, and tries not to look like he just narrowly avoided a heart attack. He leaves his hand in Eddie’s hair.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit, do you want anything from the gas station?” Wayne asks quietly.

Billy feels— he melts into the mattress. Smiles.

“A pack ‘a reds,” he whispers. It almost comes out as a sigh, and he looks down at Eddie when an arm slings across his chest. A jean-clad thigh sliding between his thereafter. “And some Skittles for sleeping beauty.”

Wayne nods. Chuckles to himself as he pulls the door shut, leaving it open a handful of inches before he takes his leave.

Billy must stir too much when he rubs a hand over his face and huffs a relieved laugh, because Eddie shifts. Presses closer into Billy’s side and flattens his palm against his chest.

“Man, ruined my fuckin’ dream…” Eddie sighs.

“Sorry, critter.” Billy scratches softly at the brunet’s scalp and coaxes a pleased puff of air out of him. “Go back to sleep.”

Never in his life has Billy been so gentle with someone before. Sometimes it catches him off-guard, the way his voice is smooth and almost a coo when it comes out.

“Nah, I’m up,” Eddie yawns. “Dick.”

Billy snorts at that. Watches as Eddie sits up and stretches his arms above his head.

Maybe it’s a little white lie that he’s been telling himself, that he doesn’t know how to be soft. Billy feels something warm deep in his chest when he watches Eddie try his hardest to understand his homework, when he hears him play Gina like he was born knowing how to make her sing just right. But he’s noticed that the softness has started to trickle into other aspects of his life as well.

To other people.

Car rides with Max aren’t as tense as they used to be. She sometimes has her Walkman while Billy surfs the radio stations, and sometimes she slides one of her tapes into the stereo so they can both listen. Sometimes she steals one of his, and Metallica or Ratt blares from her headphones as she skates to class.

People in the hallways at school seem… less skittish, when he walks down the lines of lockers. Less afraid.

He’s not sure when it happened, the breach of softness, but he knows that it was somewhere between when he started joining the Hellfire table at lunch and when he quit the basketball team. Around the same time that he stopped picking on Steve Harrington and began to actually join Max at the arcade rather than just drop her off.

It all gets muddled together in his memory.

“Do you wanna stay over here for the night?” Eddie asks, pulling Billy from his thoughts.

“Thought that was implied.”

Billy smirks, and Eddie tsks at him.

“Yeah, but I just wanna skip over the part where you pretend like you wanna go home and I have to convince you to stay.” The brunet skims over the papers and notebooks scattered all over the bed, pulls a hair tie from around his wrist and ties his hair back into a bun. “My uncle thinks we oughta get a spare bed and move your shit over here as it is. He’s mentioned it more than once.”

“I can’t just… move in.”

“You’re eighteen years old, you can do whatever the hell you want.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Eddie shoots him a look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised comically high. Then he slaps his books shut and shoves them onto the floor along with all of the papers, crawling over Billy and straddling his hips.

“Spit it out, big red,” he prods.

Silky. Sweet, like when he sells to the preppy cheerleaders and kicks the charm up to the highest notch.

Billy huffs. Crosses his arms over his chest and averts his eyes, ignoring the weight on his abdomen as Eddie shifts up. Sits right on his belt buckle and fusses with the lining of Billy’s shirt.

The closeness was hard to get used to for the longest time. Eddie has no regards for personal space, constantly finds excuses to sit too close or keep his hands busy on some part of Billy at all times. But now it’s welcomed. Appreciated, even.

A warmth rises to Billy’s cheeks as he thinks about just how much he likes when Eddie gets clingy.

His eyes flick back to the brunet when he hears a little snap. Then he scoffs.

“Quit biting your nails, Munson,” he tuts.

Eddie pauses. Brings his thumb away from his mouth and lets Billy examine his hands. Sure enough, his nails are just a hair too long, and he looks on as Billy reaches over to the night stand for the nail clippers.

“Habit,” he says.

“I know.”

It’s quiet for a little while. Billy focuses on the task of clipping his nails for him, thinking absently about how he would never have done this a few months ago. But Eddie doesn’t like to do it himself, always complains about accidentally going too short or giving himself hang nails, so… Billy doesn’t mind. Especially when it helps him keep his fingers out of his mouth.

“So, you’re spending the night?” Eddie asks.

He admires his nails once Billy finishes and dumps the clippings into the little trash can next to the bed. Playfully flips him the bird and earns a smile.

“Mm.”

“You gonna sleep in here this time?” A finger traces lightly against his exposed sternum. “I’m getting kinda tired of making up the couch like I’m your maid or something.”

Billy sighs. Rests his palms against Eddie’s thighs. Squeezes softly.

“I don’t mind setting the couch up.”

“C’mon, Hargrove, just stay. My uncle doesn’t give a shit and he works the night shift anyways, so he won’t even be here.”

He wants to say yes. He really does. But something in his mind is kicking and screaming at the thought — it’s one thing to study in another guy’s bed, to use that as an excuse for any physical contact that happens thereafter, but sleeping? That’s too vulnerable. Too intimate.

The excuses start coming in droves, flooding his mind, but he doesn’t get to use any of them because the front door opens.

Then there’s a polite knock on the doorframe.

“Can you boys fend for yourselves for dinner?” Wayne asks.

He peaks into the room, plastic bag in-hand, and Eddie merely glances over his shoulder at him. Doesn’t move from the compromising position.

“Yup.”

Wayne nods. Steps further into the room and reaches into his bag, unearthing a pack of cigarettes and a bag of skittles, which Eddie takes.

“Stay outta trouble. I’ll see you in the morning, and Edd, make sure you get that homework done before Monday.”

“Will do, pops.”

Eddie claps a hand on his arm, which earns a smile before Wayne takes his leave. The door is cracked a few inches once again and Eddie, as if making a point, slaps the pack of cigs down on Billy’s chest. Smirking maniacally.

He flattens his hand against Billy’s abdomen, pushes his fingers beneath the open folds of his shirt.

“C’mon,” he coaxes. Squeezes Billy between his thighs. “Stay with me.”

And that’s it. Billy Hargrove has officially gone soft. Whatever this is, he’s glad to have it, because the weight on his hips is one of the closest things he’s felt to home since moving to Hawkins.

Second only to the plush press of lips against his.

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #eddie x billy #come get yall juice #ficlet #my writing #i hc that Eddie has sensory issues #which is why Billy clips his nails and shit for him #everyone at school probs thinks that they’d be assholes together but they’re both just soft #and I live for that #wayne munson is an✨ally✨

[psychofreakforc]

Random thought about tara figuring out she's bisexual and how sam found out

Okay, so sam left when tara was 13(??) So it's very likely that she still hadn't figured out her sexual orientation.

Sam leaves, and tara starts spending more and more time with amber, that's when she figures out she might like girls... but she knows she finds some boys attractive too, that can't be possible...RIGHT?. Tara is very confused, she wants to talk about it with someone, but the only person who might have understood her was sam, but sam is gone, so the only person left is her neglectful moth- NO! no, that's not gonna happen.

Tara decides to find something that could be useful on the Internet, and that's how tara figures out that she's bisexual. She ends up talking to mindy about it, and needless to say, mindy was very supportive.

Mindy, to show her support, started sending tara every male and female celebrity she finds attractive.

Tara, with mindy's help, becomes more and more confident about her bisexuality, to the point where she is finally comfortable enough to talk about it with chad, wes, liv, and ofc Amber.

Woodsboro is a small town and definitely not the safest place for lgbtq+ people. After Tara's coming out, Chad, Mindy, and Amber created the "tara defence squad." Tara thought it was pretty stupid, but it does feel good to be appreciated just the way you are.

So, yeah, life might not have been fair to tara, She's got a shitty mother, an absentee father, and a sister who also left her, but HEY! at least she has a supportive friend group... Oh, and she gets to call THE Amber Freeman her girlfriend. Tara is finally happy. What could possibly go wrong?

(Let's suppose the scream 5 events happened based on the original script)

Tara gets attacked brutally in her own house by someone wearing a ghostface costume. Tara is in the hospital bed when she sees sam, her sam, her big sister, standing right there, smiling at her.

Something that sam notices almost immediately is how close Tara and Amber seem to be... but they're best friends? Of course they're close, right?... But then again, mindy and chad are also tara's friends... Why doesn't she act like that with them, too?.

Sam decides to forget about it, she has a way bigger problem than the possibility of her little sister being in a relationship with amber freeman. (Because the problem, in the first place, was never that tara was dating a woman, but AMBER FREEMAN OUT OF ALL WOMEN? REALLY TARA?)

She goes to see the only person who could be useful enough in this ghostface situation they've got going on: Dewey Riley. he does say something about not trusting the love interest... and sam can't stop thinking about it (why can't she fucking stop thinking about it?)

What if Amber IS tara's love interest AND ghostface?? That would change everything, wouldn't it?

Turns out sam was right, Amber was the killer, and she just saw her little sister shooting her in the head. She still doesn't know if tara and Amber were more than just friends, but there's so much sadness in tara's eyes... why didn't she feel like that after killing Richie, her boyfriend Richie?

They don't talk about it, Amber is never mentioned betweet sam and tara.

The funny thing about sam finding out she was right all along and tara IS bisexual and she was in a relationship with Amber is that there was no coming out, no emotional talk between sisters, no big explanation... NOTHING

Sam finds out when, one night, her and tara were having a sisterly movie night, and tara kept rambling about how hot that actress was... but also how hot that actor was.

Tara: why are you looking at me like you've seen a ghost?

Sam: you're... i mean- you like- i just- the- girls and boys?

Tara: Is this your way of asking me if i'm bisexual? Yes, Samantha, i thought i made it clear. I didn't take you for the homophobic kind of sister

Obviously, tara knows that sam is not homophobic. She just likes how frustrated sam looks right now.

The all problem with sam not being sure of tara's sexual orientation is that sam regrets not being there for her when she needed it, and that tara had to figure it out all on her own and with a mother who couldn't care less about her.

#after that day sam became like one of those ally mothers who buy everything with Rainbows on it #tara appreciates the effort #sam ended up buying tara a bisexual flag to hang in her room #because tara is a little shit she still makes fun of sam for being homophobic #sam gets so angry when she says that and doesn't talk to tara for a good 10 minutes #if you hadn't notice i'm a big bisexual tara thruther #this was supposed to be short but i got carried away #i'm sorry for the bad writing this is my first time doing something like this #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #scream 5 #scream vi #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin

[fistfuloflightning]

“What is this?” Finrod examined the ring his wife had just slid onto his finger. His brows rose at the design. “…Snakes and flowers?” he asked. “Is this us?”

“What do you think? I’m not one for sentimentality. It’s just the symbol of your House.” Curufin’s flat voice was reassuring. She bent her head over his hand, fingers pointing out details as she explained. “—the eyes are those jewels Father gave you as a wedding gift you never knew what to do with, and the silver-mithril alloy for the base was—”

He watched her face as she spoke, more talkative than her wont, a rather delicate flush to her cheeks that most wouldn’t even notice. But he noticed. He always noticed.

Curufin stuttered to a halt when the ringed hand rose to cup her cheek. “Was this what you were working on for so long?” Finrod asked softly. “What you were acting so secretive about?”

Her lips pressed tight but her intense eyes belied the affection she had poured into this work of love.

“I will cherish it.” Finrod caught her chin and kissed her soundly. “It was a gift from you. Therefore, I will keep it with me always.”

#the silmarillion #curufinrod #finrod felagund #curufin #female curufin #my writing #my art #ever since I got into curufinrod it’s been my headcanon that curufin made the ring of barahir #also where I got their nicknames for each other from ‘snake’ and ‘flower/lotus’ #so this is literally just curufin being passive aggressive about showing her love 😉 #also gives another reason (like we need another) for that ring to bring bad news #when finrod gave barahir the ring he’d been separated from curufin long enough that he thought they weren’t ever going to reconcile #since it was a bittersweet memory of his ex wife and the only precious thing he had to give to a great ally and friend #but then curufin shows up at nargothrond and they get back together #BEREN shows up at nargothrond #curufin sees the ring she made for her husband (that he swore he’d never take off) #then shit hits the fan and the rest goes as in canon :/ #sooo…yeah #i love me some angst #tolkien art

[takaraphoenix]

I need whoever keeps baiting me with a new Alabaster story to either stop or actually supply a source because that shit is getting my HOPES up. And I keep trying to google that and I keep coming up empty. But I now got two separate anon comments about it, so the second time around, I thought "Okay maybe now there's something official" and there still isn't.

The only PJO related book I would pick up is in fact an Alabaster-centric (or generally rebel army centric) book written by Haley Riordan.

#Alabaster C. Torrington #Alabaster Torrington #you drop news about whatever Riordan is doing to PJO these days #and I will cringe and I will groan and I will wish to delete that knowledge. because I do. regularly #but THIS? this I CARE about. this I would WANT #so why would you bait me with fake news of a new Ally story #PJOverse #Haley Riordan #genuinely I would flip my shit #if Haley got to write a book taking place DURING the Titan War #focusing on the rebel army #on Alabaster. Ethan. Luke. Chris. other new OCs he could make up #that would be my actual dream PJO spin-off

[youngpettyqueen]

some uhhh *tosses dart* BJ/Peg hurt comfort?? with maybe something motorcycle related? (vroom 💜)

this is perfect cause this has been on my mind since your addition to my Yalu Brick Road posting last night. please enjoy the Hunnicutts Cannot Fucking Drive agenda

"I think I did pretty good for my second try." Peg tells him.

BJ, currently carrying her back to the house, snorts and shakes his head. "That isn't exactly a tall order," He replies, "Your first try on the motorcycle lasted all of 5 seconds and I got to treat my first sprained wrist." He reminds her.

"An improvement is an improvement!" Peg insists, "This time I lasted at least 10 seconds, and I only scraped my knees. You're the one who decided you just had to scoop me up like a blushing bride." She points out.

"I like carrying you," He reasons, nudging their front door open with his foot so that he can step inside, "Why walk when you can be carried by your big, strong husband?"

Peg can't help but smile at that. Husband. The title is still new, but she likes the way it sounds when he says it. "I hope you know you've just signed up to carry me around for the rest of our lives," She says, "If my feet ever touch the floor again I will be filing a complaint."

"Every day, huh?" BJ asks as he sweeps through the entrance and into the kitchen, "I can think of worse things. After all," He sets her down, carefully and gently, to sit on the kitchen counter, "We can't have you complaining, can we?" He flashes her a dazzling smile.

Peg meets his smile with one of her own, though hers is full of mischief. "Does that mean if I complain, you'll let me back on the bike?" She inquires.

His smile never drops. "Peggy, darling, if there's one thing I know about you, it's that I will never be able to tell you what you're allowed to do," He tells her, full of love and warmth, before continuing, "I can, however, ask you very nicely to not get on the bike unless I'm right there to keep you from tipping over," And then, just to be cheeky, he adds, "Again."

"I suppose that's fair," Peg gives him. She watches him as he takes a quick look at her bloody knees, lifting one leg up and then the other. His expression is going concerned, and she can't have that, so she asks, "Give it to me straight, doctor- will I live?"

"Only if we amputate," BJ replies without missing a beat, "But that can wait until morning. For now, I can clean these up and apply the best thing medicine ever came up with," He leaves her in suspense for a moment, flashing a grin at her as he says, "Bandaids."

"Excuse me, Dr. Hunnicutt," She reaches over to take him by the collar, her mischievous grin only growing, "I do believe you're forgetting a step in the treatment plan."

"Oh?" He follows her tug easily, eyes flicking quickly to her lips, his own smile growing eager, "And what would that be, Mrs. Hunnicutt?" He asks.

"A kiss," She informs him, "Kisses make everything better, didn't they teach you that in school?"

"How silly of me to forget," He hums, leaning in close, "I guess I'll have to make up for it."

And then they kiss like newlyweds do- too much for too long, and completely forgetting about everything they're actually supposed to be doing. If kisses really could make anything better, Peg's scraped knees would've been good as new.

Still. It's pretty damn good, even if they do eventually have to break apart so that BJ can take care of her.

(They can always pick up where they left off afterwards.)

#mash #fic bitching #shorts #peg hunnicutt #bj hunnicutt #tell me why this was so hard to write #drafted up like 8 different ideas before I settled on this #it was fun tho! love some Hunnicutts #I think they cannot fucking drive for shit #Peg gets on a motorcycle and it immediately pitches over #ty Ally I hope u like <3

[lovevalley45]

untitled ficlet #337

The last time that Calder Kildé had been in the Frigid North, it had been before he left for Ezry. He knew returning that things would certainly be different, but some things would always stay the same. 

The brutal cold was strangely welcome, despite the reminder of the endless time trapped in Ultris’s helm. It was home. 

During the first few weeks he spent in Ezra’s temperate dome, of always warm yet not too hot days, he had felt uncomfortable. The training to become a Synth Knight was already tough, made more wearing by the heat he was unaccustomed to. Though he had gotten used to the unending mild weather, he was almost looking forward to the harsh winds against his face and the crunch of snow under his feet. 

As the Egg drifted into the rivers of the Frigid North, Calder could feel the chill of the nearly-frozen water permeating through the metal exterior. Though, if Sol’s knit crop-top was anything to go by, the rest of the Duck Team couldn’t. 

He sat with Sol and Callie as they cooled down after an invigorating kettlebell workout. Calder pressed his back against the metal, cold where his neck was exposed. 

“I’ve visited the Winter Court back in the Feywild, but I haven’t spent much time on the mortal plane in winter. Not outside Ezry, at least,” Callie was telling Sol. 

“Oh, man, the Winter Court must be really pretty. Like all those Crickmas cards,” he replied. 

“I heard it used to be awful when Queen Ezra the Unkind used to rule. Now with Queen Joyvre, it’s more of a winter wonderland.” She turned to Calder. “Maybe we can stop there when we go to the Feywild. You know, if you feel a little homesick after leaving your family again.”

Calder figured it wouldn’t be much of the same thing. But the light in Callie’s eyes, sparkling like freshly fallen snow in her re-emerged winter eladrin form, made it hard for him to say anything but, “That’d be nice.”

“Then we can get multiple uses out of those winter clothes Ursea gave us,” Sol pointed out. 

From the other side of the Egg, Kenna looked up from where she was breaking off chunks of a granola bar to feed to Gunk. “Do you think those clothes will be enough to keep us warm, Mr. Kildé?”

“During the day, maybe,” he answered. “It’ll be much harder to stay warm at night.”

Sol stood up. “Then I guess I better get a headstart on knitting us some blankets!”

Kenna shot Calder a pained look. He quickly intervened, if only for her sake. “We’ll just make a fire.”

“Ooh, or I can make some wintery tiny huts!” Callie exclaimed. 

It was quite nice to imagine, actually - just the four of them with hot cocoa, escaping the elements with style. He had always wanted to take Sol and Callie to visit his hometown, though he had hoped it would be under less dire circumstances. It wouldn’t quite be the winter wonderland they were dreaming of. But going home seemed better with them by his side. 

“Fine. No blankets,” Sol conceded. 

“Well, we could still use some blankets to use in the hut,” Callie said. Though she didn’t say, Calder could guess she was thinking along similar thoughts to his - if he was busy knitting, at least he wouldn’t be worrying about Swag. And he had thought his family reunion would be awkward because he had to ask about the magical artifact they’d never told him about. 

As Foster tried to steal the remnants of the granola bar in her hands, Kenna still looked worried. He couldn’t tell if it was about the squire’s aversion to knitted attire or the possibility of freezing to death. If it was the latter, he couldn’t blame her. As part frost giant, the cold posed less of a threat to him as his warmer friends. 

It was a stark difference from how he’d lived here growing up - shielded by his family, told he was too small and weak to brave the elements too much. Now, it was his duty to make sure they made it to the Ice Knife safely. The protected now became the protector, Calder figured. 

The Frigid North would never thaw or be less brutal, but he was stronger than the half-giant he’d been when he left it - especially with Duck Team by his side. 

#alli writes shit #naddpod #ba2mia #calder kilde #calliope petrichor #sol bufo #kenna ironheart #i wrote this after the episode dropped but i'm just posting it now lol

[dulcewrites]

Truly, Madly, Deeply

I got this idea while writing fcc. Maris Baratheon is gay bc I said so. Happy pride month y’all 🏳️‍🌈 🫶🏽

The deal was simple: marriage or become a silent sister.

Her father always had little patience with her, which she supposes is alright. She has little patience with him. Whenever she feels a bit too claustrophobic in the castle, the good air being sucked up from his ego, she writes little notes and leaves them on her parent’s bed.

It always requires a maester to read them. Sometimes mother does it.

Having someone else other than the voice in her head call him an illiterate imbecile was worth the punishment most times. But this time, she could tell by the twitch in his eye that he was serious this time. She had looked to mother for help, and all she got was a sympathetic glance. Not sympathetic enough, she thought.

Maris always going to be the problem child, and in turn, she would always be considered expendable. She is not the prettiest, or the most duitful. Clever, they would call her. She knew that was a coverup for what they really wanted to say. Mouthy.

The Riverlands may not be that bad.

She reminded herself that through dress fittings, and mindless drowning on about decorations and food. Maris always thought their deer sygil was a bit silly. Not very intimidating like a dragon or symbolic like a glowing tower. Or even pretty like a flower.

Well, at least it is not a fucking fish.

You will make a lovely wife. It was a lie, and if Myah was in front of her, her mouth would be quirked to the side in mirth. Pretty and mischievous. Maris can hear her voice even as the words are just written on the page.

Please come to King’s Landing. You must meet Baelor.

It was not the first time Myrah had asked. The last time they had seen each other in person, she was watching Myrah and Aemond marry.

Marry and kiss. Dance and kiss. Laugh and kiss. They kissed a lot at their wedding really. Her whole family had been there on pins and needles for different reasons. Her parents upset at what could have been. Her sisters with a similar sentiment. Floris and Ellyn just tired of hearing how they let a prince slip their fingers. Cassandra the most vocal about her strife.

“I suppose her looks make up for her station,” she muttered, pushing her meat across her plate in disgust. “That or something else.”

That earned a swift kick to the shin from Maris.

What none of them wanted to admit it is that it was never going to be one of them. Anyone with a working brain could see that from the moment the Targaryens came to Storm’s End on the godsforsaken tour.

“I have to thank you,” before they left King’s Landing, Myrah pulled her to the side. Her hand intertwined with Maris’. “I cannot help but feel like you helped Aemond and I get to this point.”

It was the first time she got a sharp pang in her chest. She just smiled through it. Myrah glowed, and Maris hated it. She doesn’t know why but it flowed through her veins like blood does. They correspond to each other regularly and the pang doesn’t cease.

It debilitates and shakes her to her core as she writes back.

I would love to.

Maris feels and hears Myrah before truly gets a good look at her.

A squeal and a tight hug. Maris is hit with a wave of lavender and rose. She still smells the same. Feels the same. Hands come to squeeze her cheeks when Myrah pulls away.

“I have to pinch myself, pinch you to see if you’re actually here.”

Maris is sure her face is on fire under her hands. She finally gets a good look at Myrah as they begin to walk through the Red Keep, arm in arm. The slim silhouettes with thick fabric that Maris first saw her in when they met had been replaced by something more opulent. Reminding Maris of Myrah on her wedding day. The V-neck usually found on women in the Vale had been replaced with a square one. Puffy sleeves and full skirt to round the look. The rubies in her hair net glistening, matching the ones dangling from her ears, in the light. Maris wonders how long it took her ladies to manage to put all of Myrah’s thick curls under it.

Red, black, and gold - Maris noted. It should not come as a shock. Myrah would adopt the style of the ladies in court, and she would adopt the colors of her… husband’s house.

The word sits in her tongue like bad porridge. Thick and nasty. She chalks it up to the fear of gaining one herself soon.

Myrah immediately takes her to see Baelor. Who takes one look at Maris’ face and buries his face in his mom’s legs.

“He is a bit shy,” she beams. “Likes to hide in my skirts sometimes.”

He has that in common with father. He has Aemond’s face already, with Myrah’s coloring. His eye shape, but her eye color. A skeptical look that mirrors Aemond but dark curls that fall in front of his face in an earnest way that is all Myrah.

A perfect little combination of the two. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

They sit out on the terrace that is attached to the room. A full spread already out there of various tarts and sweets. Maris goes to pour them both a goblet of wine but Myrah stops her with a sly smile.

“I probably should not,” she pats her tummy in a knowing way.

Oh.

“Again?”

It comes out more aghast and rude than even Maris wants. But Myrah just laughs, and nods.

“Yes, again,” she’s glowing again. In the way Maris knows is special to how Myrah feels about Aemond. “It is quite early on, but the maester confirmed it a few days ago.”

She tells herself to bite her tongue. To be happy and smile because she could not live with herself if she is the reason why that glow falters, but the words slip out of her mouth.

“Even after what happened after giving birth the first one,” ok perhaps she should’ve used him name. “I know Baelor took so much out of you.”

Something flashes behind Myrah’s eyes. Fear? Pain? Anger?

“I want more children,” she says curtly. “And I want my son to experience having a sibling bond the way I do.”

Maris can tell by Myrah’s defensive tone that it not the first time she has been questioned. The air is charged now, and Maris questions throwing herself off the balcony at the way Myrah’s lips downturn in a pout.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters. The words on foreign on her tongue.

Myrah gives a small smile. “I know you are just worried for me.”

“Not about that,” then she squeezes her eyes shut briefly. Words were never hard to come by till she met Myrah. “I mean yes for that, but also for not coming. After I got the letter.”

Myrah’s gaze softens. It was only a week after Myrah had given birth to Baelor that Maris recieved a letter. And though the seal on it was the typical House Everlane one she had grown accustomed to breaking. The handwriting was completely different.

The queen had written on behalf of Myrah.

Myrah’s loopy, girlish caligarphy replaced by Helaena’s short and delicate one. Maris tucked the letter under her pillow in a fugue state after reading it. She slept with it as her tears mixed in with her pillow sheet. She had built up so much resentment towards Aemond. Towards a child she did not know. Only just days old. Because she could not understand a world where Myrah was not living in it.

“I understand. I did not expect people to drop everything and come to my aid.”

But I should have. I would have. For you.

“Ok enough sappy talk, let’s talk wedding plans.”

The details are miserable to Maris but exciting to Myrah. She knows she is trying to make her feel better.

“Just think about it,” Myrah picks off the candied lemon on a lemon cake. “The weather will not be as harsh, and you will still be close to by. I am pulling ranks and making you visit more.”

Myrah leans over to grab Maris’, and gods Maris hopes it is not as sweaty as she feel it is.

“I know you are worried, but if anything happens, you can tell me,” she says seriously, before a cheeky smile suddenly appears. “You techincally have the largest dragon in the world at your disposal.”

Maris snorts at the thought at Aemond playing her protector. “And how’s that?”

“Aemond has Vhagar, I have Aemond, and you have me.”

Maris doesn’t know whether cry and or to throw up.

The throwing up option only becomes more clear when Aemond finally makes his appearance. Dressed in typical black leather, but with riding gloves on. Myrah hops up like, giddy and sweet.

Maris turns away when they kiss. The brushing of noses and whispers against the lips too much too take. His hand instantly goes to Myrah’s belly. She has no real reason to dislike Aemond. In fact, it was Myrah giggling about how much they remind her of each other that made her look at Aemond differently.

Maris wished she could fight the burn in her chest when it came to him.

“Tell Maris that the Riverlands are lovely,” Myrah tugs on his hand. “You enjoyed it when Aegon and you went.”

“The Riverlands are lovely,” he repeats monotoned. Myrah swats at his arm.

“It will be ok,” she reiterated to Maris.

And gods Maris wants to believe her so bad.

Myrah is a bleeding heart. It was one of the things Aemond loved and envied about her. She is kind almost to a farce. It can titter into naivety but it was always in good faith. She frets and worries and cares so much. It’s why she is good wife, and an even better mother.

He would repopulate Old Valyria with her if she gave him the chance.

But Aemond can tell when that pretty head is working overtime. It did during dinner that night with Maris, and continued into the night.

“I guess it just, I don’t know - it put into perspective how lucky I am,” she frowns. “Her parents are just shipping her off to a man she doesn’t know. And I understand that is the lot in life for many ladies. It could have been mine. It just makes me sad.”

She goes on and on with her brows furrowed and her arms flailing.

Aemond pulls her into his lap, hand brushing against the silk of her nightgown.

“You shouldn’t work yourself up so much. It’s not good for you or the babe.”

Myrah frowns before her eyes get wide. “We kill him.”

“What,” Aemond laughs.

“If something happens to her, we kill him,” she repeats. “You are great swordsman, my love.”

“Flattery will not convince me to kill a man.”

She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Can I do something else to convince you to kill a man.”

Aemond pauses for a moment. “Probably.”

What can he say, he is weak willed.

“Good, I’m hoping you to that.”

He knows that Myrah loves Maris, and Maris… loves Myrah. He knows that look, he gives that look everyday. It’s pathetic and hopeless, and full of want.

Longing is a cunt.

Aemond hasn’t figured it out if Myrah knows, and she’s too kind to say anything. Or if she still doesn’t get the power she has over people. One night he told her in the dark. After a feast Aegon held with diplomats from around the realm.

“You’ll never have to know what it is like to want you.”

Myrah snorted and told him he was dramatic when he had too much to drink. But he woke, albeit with an alcohol induced headche, still feeling the same. She will laugh off any suggestion that she extremely charming. Aemond buried his jelousy problem well. But they sprout and take form with Myrah.

He doesn’t know if he more envious watching people naturally gravitate towards Myrah or knowing he will never possess such power.

It pulled him. It has pulled Maris in.

Myrah is the moon. The tides will always be under her control.

#my poor gay disaster maris #anyway I hope to write more gay shit 😊☝🏽 #hel Alicent alys… yup yup yup #not Aemond lowkey being an ally 💀💀 #maris: she’s everything and he’s just… Aemond #and Aemond would agree with the sentiment #Maris Baratheon

[illputdownmyrootswhenimdead]

someone: jkr is horrible-

me: yeah, i completely agree with you there

someone: -which is why you should stan uncle rick rick riordan instead :)

me:

#rick riordan critical #PLEASE take your head out of your ass #rick riordan is not as bad as jkr but posing his books as the ‘more diverse’ and acting like he’s a great awesome ally to minorities #is just. incredibly naive #piper with feathers! unhealthy age gaps in relationships! the only gay character (at that point) suffering constantly and then being outed- #in front of a complete stranger! incredibly shallow and often misogynistic portrayal female characters! general insensitivity and ignorance #of other cultures! a transphobic portrayal of a genderfluid person who gets called a slur by one of the GOOD characters! shallow and ableist #portrayal of adhd! ableism in saying his characters don’t have push because they’re ‘too strong’! no physically disabled characters! #his incredibly lesbophobic response to people saying reyna reads as gay to them! #this is literally just the tip of the iceberg #rr is NOT some woke intelligent savour he’s a grown ass man who doesn’t have people of the cultures/groups he’s writing about to check if #it’s harmful or incorrect or stereotypical!! #he’s a rich cishet white man with a victim complex when people call him out on his shit. #rr stans don’t interact with me i do not want to hear it #tbh the only reason why he’s ‘better’ than jkr is because he doesn’t have her level of influence #god. shudder. i don’t want to think about that #dove talks #hi it’s 4pm and im so angry. #will admit that anyone saying percy jackson would beat harry potter in a fight is 100% #like we can agree on that one.

[purplefinatic]

you listen to me now boy. fuck midterms. fuck finals. what you do is grind out homework assignments and mini quizzes and projects and you get those minty fresh and you show up to class as often as possible and take notes even if you can't bring yourself to look at them later it'll help you to remember shit more if you write it down. unless you're in a Weirdo Class that only has a midterm and a final or if that shit's like 80% of your grade or whatever you can almost certainly be sure you can pass with a low grade and still have a b in the class these websites (2 of them) are your best friend when it comes to trying to figure how hard you have to study for finals and chances are you've been tryharding finals that you only needed like a 61% on

#college #finals #collegeposting from someone who has been through the college ringer (BS in CS and a math minor) and Completely Gave Up at the end- #because of funny :b:ovid but trust me on this one i never had a class final score that went below a b (80%) #there's no shame in flunking the shit out of your finals if your grade is high enough going into them i did that shit all the time- #junior and senior year. of course exceptions may apply etc etc use your better judgement etc etc con the game but do it with caution #purple philosophies #and for those who want cramming tips: when i needed to cram i just literally either a. binged all recorded lecture videos or- #b. re-read through the textbook and took notes. yes even if you took notes on them during actual lecture. the idea is to write them down- #because (for me anyway) the physical act of writing notes helped me remember the content of said notes #train and fight warrior male remember that your most powerful ally for finals is a good night of sleep ilu all good luck

[emperorcartagia]

where is his emmy

#i actually cannot get into this because i wont stop but this shit is so damn good. #i love how big and scary his eyes get when he gets defensive #peter/londo absolutely ATE this scene too like... ACTING!!!! #its just so good its such good delicious food for meee yummy #i just love how intimidating londo is and how sinister he can be #weve been seeing how determined he is and how he schemes to get what he wants #but theres something special about seeing him knock a former ally down a couple pegs #but also bill forward is so god damn perfect for this role in every way its really great #he physically compliments londo in his apperance being taller being more thin his softer features in his face his smaller nose #he is essentially londos waluigi and i love it so much #it makes his role as a foil for londo even more apparent and striking. its perfect. #i love the little mannerisms he has when he acts as refa #his head movements #the nodding thing he does where he tucks his chin into his chest to get Serious #he carries himself in such an Alien way and it is perfect physical acting for a centauri character #he really understood this role and understood the character and i dont think anyone else could have played him #and gave the performance he did #he is soooo criminially underrated #the way that he barely blinks is so slimy and scary it is so fucking perfect. excuse me. #also as an aside #'ohhh londo' #i need to lie down. i hate him. #also refa and londos chemistry is actually insane in every scene they have i am locked the fuck in because theyre both so capitavting #and they work with each other So Well #i need to just write my damn essay on him and get it all out of my system because whew. #lots of thoughts for a guy in six episodes ! ! !

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

okay so like two things about this particular line.

one: i like the irony in claude telling someone to trust more.

two: HOWEVER, dimitri has literally absolutely no reason whatsoever in the name of yeehaw fuckity to not trust claude. i hate the way the game tries to absolutely force the things gw/sb claude does into ag when it doesn't even exist at all in ag. he never made a single hint of planning to just betray/harm the kingdom and this is literally at their first war meeting. not just that, but claude chose to go to faerghus himself and didn't ask them to go to leicester (which he specifically states being the one to choose to go to faerghus), so there wasn't anything indicating he might be up to something at all.

then we've got this stupid nugget:

each side lacks trust and is expecting foul play? the church expects foul play from the kingdom? from the alliance which has done nothing to them in this route, and that's bad enough... but the fucking kingdom too?

the kingdom and alliance watching for foul play even though they're allies and never had a history of being aggressive toward each other?

i know i've talked about it before but... i just hate how they tried to force this "claude is always scheming something terrible" plotline, even where it doesn't belong. then they also added in the dumb bit here about even the church not trusting the other armies, even though they've... literally been helping them, gratefully, this whole war. they also didn't have to fight but chose to out of gratitude for being sheltered.

suddenly after the timeskip they just... don't trust each other?

like i totally get just being in it to reclaim gm and go home and not really in it for someone else or anyone else, but the distrust is just an asspull to make the church seem BaD as usual.

claude just walked in and wasn't trusted. they also keep hammering it in right through the whole second half of the route with lots of kingdom allies (including playable ones) not trusting him. even if they relatively trust the alliance and the soldiers helping them that were integrated into their army, they specifically do not trust claude at all and are apprehensive about him.

dimitri agrees here if they can't be trusted, but he doesn't mention just personally distrusting them a whole lot. he agrees that they should be cautious if what the others say is true, but he also just shrugs it off as "they'll be enough to deal with the alliance if so". he seems unsure at first and kinda goes back and forth, but by the end he's the only character who faithfully believes that claude isn't just fucking around and leading them on (which literally, right to the very very very end, every single character except him is still very vocally doubting claude).

but like... why? there's... just... nothing to distrust him because of in this route. man literally exists and the game wants us to believe he's untrustworthy.

yeehaw wtf??? why would anything happen between the kingdom and alliance after the war? why would anything need to happen? even if you try to argue that claude is gonna try to uwu depose of the top church officials, if the church is watching the kingdom like hawks like dimitri is apparently aware of, why would the kingdom get involved? why would they care? clearly the church doesn't trust them all that much after all, or at least anymore since the timeskip for some unknown reason, and the kingdom has now, after this war, paid back any debt it owed the church.

so like, why would they suddenly rush to the church's aid and help them if the church doesn't trust them? if they were friendly/allied it would make sense if they still wanted to help, but if the church is expecting foul play from the kingdom, why would the kingdom even care what happens to the church? they could turn a blind eye and pretend they don't have the resources to aid them anymore and that their own territory is still busy recovering.

even if you argue what they discussed at the very beginning of the war, the church either A: didn't ask for aid in this second conflict, or B: even if they did, the above stands. i don't think there would be any riots or anything like that in those cases if the kingdom didn't help the church. it's one thing to help, but it's another to just fight at the back and call of another territory, which dimitri clearly expresses he won't do in gw because he puts the safety of his people first. no matter what his feelings are on the matter, he knows he's a king and that he has a responsibility to his people first and foremost, as would be expected of a king (to protect his own people first and foremost).

while i could see claude wanting to talk after the war and get things straight, and while i could see dimitri there as a mediator, there's just... literally no reason for bad blood after all this. even if they don't trust each other, there's just no reason - and that's aside from the fact that it's total bs that they all just don't trust each other.

lorenz just asks if shez has confidence in them. doesn't mention claude. shez though just... randomly is like oh yeah btw just not claude. totally unprompted.

lorenz distrusting claude has been part of his character since houses so his part of it is reasonable. normally i'd say it's really pushing things with claude not being trustworthy for someone to say they feel bad for shez/the kingdom army for the implication of having to deal with claude even as an ally, but the only reason i give this a pass is because it's an understandable and reasonable character who says it.

still though, it's like the game throws it in at every single possible opportunity for no reason at all. they don't give us any indication that claude is this big bad evil guy. he doesn't trust the church. like... that's it. he made that clear even in ag (even without the zaharas chapter), and that's just... it. the rest of this makes it seem like claude is going to just up and invade the kingdom after this war and try to unify fodlan (i.e. just go what edelgard's been doing this whole time).

it's just like... here, nobody trusts claude at all in this game just for simply existing. you don't even have to bring him up, because someone else will do it for you and shit talk him to remind you he's the biggest piece of shit the game can offer! meanwhile, we've got marianne who is concerned about edelgard (implication is her well being no less!) because the empire's army ain't doing so hot. poor indading aggressor! sure hope she's doing okay! fuck our leader though, he's the biggest steaming pile of bullshit garbage to ever exist (marianne didn't say that, but that's what the narrative is going for: poor edelgard, it's so sad that the invader is having it rough right now. anyway fuck claude he's literally as evil as tws).

i love ag but i'd say this is one of if not the worst hiccup in the writing. when it comes to faerghus itself and its characters, it's mostly fine and even great, but when it starts going into other territories/characters it ends up taking a nosedive in quality.

siiigh

#DCB Three Hopes Run #it's actually super ironic how ppl were lauding this after the trailers as #''it's gonna be the golden route game!'' like to begin with there was zero actual evidence of that #so idk why ppl just jumped to that conclusion based on snippets of in game events #but also like??? this game tore that apart like it was ripping up sensitive documents to be thrown out #literally straight up in every route went ''not a single territory trusts the other and they all secretly hate each other'' #which. again. totally fucking stupid. but also hilarious that they went so far out of the golden route zone #and yet it's the game everyone was SO SURE would be the golden route #(even after they'd said they'd never make a golden route lmao) #but yeah the writing is just trash every single time they involve like anything outside of in-territory fighting #like the empire turmoil was fine. the writing wasn't really bad with the whole ludwig versus edelgard thing #and the stuff that was like leicester against almyra was fine. nader was even written well for that! #but once it gets into mingling territories however they're mingling be it fighting or allies #it gets so muddy and stupid and it's like what was even the point of doing that in EVERY route #hell by logic caspar would've been a recruitable character bc he'd see the bullshit going on in the empire and be like #wait this is fucked up nah im outta here i ain't fighting for this shit #but he just... stays??? bc he wants to fight for... edelgard??? who he is CLEARLY AWARE is not in charge anymore??? #like if you were fighting for edelgard you would've fought against the ppl using her so... tws #even if you argue he didn't directly know it was thales and not ludwig at the helm caspar as he's supposed to be would never have #condoned what the empire was doing and would've left. if he thought it was ludwig in charge and hated what was going on he would've left #he's an idiot if he still thinks he's actually fighting /for/ edelgard at that point. his father even basically told him to get out of ther #but evidently once territories mingle in any way the writing just SKYDIVES out the window from the top floor of a skyscraper

[hardlypartying]

“i’m not the bad guy you think i am”

“i got a boat that can get us off the island… we gotta get out of here, it’s better if we work together”

“they’re going to find john b and your sister” “sucks for them, that’s good for us tho”

“i told you we just had to work together”

“i can give you a ride out, drop you wherever, somewhere safe”

“i know your friends and my sister are on the island, i’m not helping them, i can’t trust them okay… i’ll give you a ride out but not them”

“i mean i always liked you kie, you’re at least half kook”

+

“i just lose control in moments like that, i’m trying to get better” kiara nodding along and her small “okay” as he explains himself

and her “oh god” and teary eyes when he starts slapping himself

HOW is this canon we were fed a full course meal 😭

okay anon you did it-- this delicious assortment of canon dialogue is the straw that broke the camel's back bc now i've got a new fic in the works directly based off of the line “i can give you a ride out, drop you wherever, somewhere safe”

or, the one where sarah was right and ward/rafe are the ones after them and rafe accidentally kidnaps kiara instead of sarah and uses her as extortion >:)

#and also the “im not the bad guy you think i am” line..... did i not have that in chap 3 of bad habit?? #bc i remember writing something like that bc of the darkling and felt rafe was angsty enough to say some shit like that #feeling so happy with canon rn #living life loving life <3 #anyway for the new fic (no ETA at all rn) it'd be kiara being taken back to Guadeloupe #and forced proximity (the greatest trope ever imo) where she's trying to get away but there's literally no way to and rafe is all #"???? wtf are u tryin to do ur safe here??? #and kiara is very much Not for that and is always like “they're gonna come for me” #and he's an absolute dick and is very much “hm sure how sweet” #ANYWAY #it'd be a morally grey kiara which i'm gonna need to roll up my sleeves to do but the way i'm seeing it its totally possible #absolute carnage of them getting involved in some dark ass underbelly of illegal markets for the cross #i need to figure out how long it's gonna be first and work with that #reluctant allies ultimately #enemies with benefits #asks #riara