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justarandomgirly · 3 years

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My Loki series Ep4

To quote Tom - now we're getting somewhere

Previous episodes:

Note: This episode feels short, but only because I tried to make it as brief as possible. Previous posts were too long and its annoying. Dialogues would be much longer,fight scene that I described in like 2 lines would be 5 minutes long. Etc. I hope you enjoy it. I cant wait for your feedback!

Loki teleports back to Utgard. Drrf and Fenrir by his side. Loki is planning to visit his mother in the palace, but as soon as he gets close to it, they are at courtyard, several guards stand in their way. Fenrir growls. One of them says

- You are forbidden to enter, Asgardian.

Loki looks at Jotun. He is irritated by his tone of voice, how he pronounced Asgardian. Like he is a worm. Loki has flashbacks to times he and asgardians talked down like this to Jotuns.

- I am Jotun just like you says Loki.

- Not according to our queen.

Loki could easily take them all down. But he knows that would lead to even more trouble. Plus he must protect Drrf and Fenrir. He looks one more time at Jotuns in front of him and says to Drrf

- Come.

They turn around and want to leave, but as soon as Loki turns his back to them, one of them says

- Coward.

Loki stops. He quickly turns around and shoots that Jotun with energy blast. He ends up on the floor several feet away. Loki is prepared to hit another one, but Drrf holds his hand and says

- No, master. There will be time for war. But not now. Not now.

Jotuns were ready to fight, each holding a weapon, but they were standing still, looking at Loki. Waiting for him to start the fight or leave.

Loki looked at Drrf and nodded. They turned around and left.

- Bunch of morons Loki mumbles.

- Come, master. I'll show you others.

- Others?

- Others like me. You wanted to see them. I think now its time.

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They leave the palace courtyard. Loki is visibly angry.

- This is outrageous he repeats

Fenrir happily follow him and Drrf is by his side.

- Palace is also my home Loki says How can that bitch lock me out?

- Master. You are at war with her. Did you really expect her to welcome you back?

Loki just shakes his head. He lets Drrf to lead the way and when they are walking throught Utgard Loki asks

- Where are you taking me?

- To the part of city called Outyards.

- Let me guess. It isnt a neighbourhood with palaces and spas.

- That's quite correct, master. We are an exclusive, as we call it, brotherhood. We live in hiding deep underground. Only outlaws and those cast out by their own kind live in Outyards. They find shelter here when there is nowhere else to go. Hands the name. Since we are prey to normal size Jotuns, we come out only after dark. It is a perfect place for us to hide.

And very soon Loki finds out what he meant. The buildings are smaller and a little crooked, some even made of wood, not stone like in other parts of city, there is not one person here in clean clothing, Jotuns are sitting on the ground, eating whatever they could find with bare hands. Loki could not believe such difference. Such graceful creatures a mile away, now this sight.

- This way, said Drrf.

Loki followed him into a small door. He had to lean forward to get through. He and Fenrir entered a small dark house. Drrf opened another even smaller door and disappeared behind them. Loki followed him and found out he was now on top of stairs to a cellar or something. He used his green seidr to conjur a green light so he could see where he was going. After many stairs his feet reached the floor. Without hesitation he followed Drrf. After maybe 500 steps he recognized fire in the distance with multiple small creatures sitting around it. When they heard steps few of them turned around and when they saw Loki, for them a big figure, they assumed they were in danger and started hissing. Fenrir did the same.

- No my friends dont be scared said Drrf It is me, Drrf.

- Who are you bringing here? Who is this intruder?

- Thats Loki explained Drrf.

That name appeared to have power here. Creatures who all looked similar to Drrf all looked at Loki with a mix of fear, respect and admiration. But mostly fear.

- Loki said one of them Our king.

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Loki and Drrf now sit among them. Loki finds out they were just roasting some animal. Some drinks are poured and they give Loki one glass. He looks at it with suspicion but one of the creatures who Loki heard was called Udr said

- Its not poison your majesty. Its wine.

Drrf drank so Loki too. He took a small sip and found out it was delicious. Somebody threw Fenrir a bone so he was busy.

- Where did you get it asked Loki

- We didnt steal it said Udr If thats what youre implying your majesty. We make it. Kolga here is great with these sorts of things.

Kolga, smaller than Drrf replied

- Yes altho I admit the equipment to make wine did not magicaly appear. I stole it.

Loki sits there and enjoys the wine and listens to them talk. They are like tiny spies, he finds out. They sneak everywhere. They tell Loki that queen is preparing for the war, arming every man she can find, they heard she ordered to forge new swords and shields, wider and thicker. That they see her in the city more than before.

- How about men that are on my side? Loki asks.

- Many Udr says More and more talk about you with hope. You know, many dont like queen's policies.

- But I am from Asgard says Loki.

- You'd be surprised how many see it as a good thing. I heard men say you might bring a fresh look on things.

Loki looks around and says

- I would first very much like to do something about this. How you live here. Like ragtag.

- But we are says a small creature in the corner.

Loki says - No youre not. You are just as Jotuns as every other out there. Being small doesnt mean your existance matters less. Look at me. I am small as well. And yet I am aiming for the throne.

- But you were born as a son of a king

- Yes but I wasnt exactly wanted either. I mean Laufey did leave me on a rock to die. My point is, we decide our fate. We write our own stories. I dont see myself as a ragbag and you shouldnt either.

- We dont. Said another small Jotun. Others do. And they are in much greater numbers. Even if we got together, and went up, we would be easily outnunbered and slaughtered. And eaten like this bull we have here.

- Did that happen already? Asked Loki quietly.

Tiny Jotuns looked at each other.

- Multiple times said Drrf There were a lot more of us. We lost friends. They were going out to get food and never returned.

Loki shook his head.

- How is queen not doing anything about it?

- Because she doesnt see us as citizens said Udr Why do you think Jotuns keep killing us? Because it isnt considered a crime.

Loki kept shaking his head.

- Reach out your hands he says.

Tiny Jotuns do so and in palm of each one of them a tiny dagger appears.

- Hide them well Loki said It is my gift to you. For protection.

They were never given anything so the Thank you is coming from all sides. Loki is overwhelmed. This lights up the mood and they all raise their glasses and drink to Loki and better times that come with him. They start telling stories and he listens. And laughs. He doesnt even realize its been hours. He feels as he is among his own kind.

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Aegir is sitting on the balcony of his chambers, sipping some drink. Vidofnir is out as always at this hour to breathe fresh air. He sees him circling above the city then the bird turns around and he appears to be in a hurry. Aegir knows him. He stands up reaches out his arm and Vidofnir sits on his arm. He shrieks loudly. Aegir understands his language. He tells him he saw Loki, where and with whom. Aegir knows that there is an 'army of runts' living there, as they call them, he walks out of his room to get his men. He meets Dufa on the way

- Where are you doing at this hour, uncle?

- Loki has returned. He is in Outyards

She says with serious face

- I am going too. We end this tonight.

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Loki is having fun with his new friends. They are all laughing now after a few drinks and so is Loki. Now its him who is telling them stories from his youth, about adventures with Thor or Sigyn. Until a few minutes later when one of them comes running and says

- Soldiers! Soldiers are coming!

Panic begins. One of them shouts

- Come! Quickly!

They all run towards another exit they built in case of emergency. Loki goes with them. As they run out into the night, Loki first sees walls of the buildings around them. And not a person in sight. Until they hear a loud shriek from above them. Its Vidofnir, spreading his giant wings sitting on a tower. Loki shoots an energy blasts at him but the bird moves. They keep running but suddenly a group of soldiers barricades their way.

- No says Loki quietly its almost whisper

Loki's hands glow green, he is prepared to attack them and all tiny jotuns instinctively stand behind him. Then he sees Aegir, he emerges from behind his men with a weird smile. Him. Few seconds after that Dufa follows him,with scepter in her hand. Fenrir growls.

- Get out of our way Loki warns them

Dufa comes closer, her men behind her

- You give us those runts.

- Dont call them that Loki hisses and his hands glow green even more.

Dufa smiles

- What a coincidence. Scum befriended scum.

A scepter in her hand glows.

- Last warning, sister.

She smiles and shoots at him. Loki moves away and shouts at his friends

- Ruuuuun!

Hell breaks loose. Tiny jotuns start running and Loki tries to protect them but Dufa keeps him busy when she keeps attacking him with the scepter. Loki manages to shout at Fenrir ae he understands

- Go! Run!

Fenrir does seem to understand and runs and disappears into the night. Aegir and his men catch all small Jotuns,bind their hands and Loki and Aegir look at each other for brief moment. Im going to kill you say Loki's eyes. Aegir just smiles and leads his men out of this place.

- No! Loki screams when he sees all of them handcuffed, one of soldiers even kicks Drrf in the back. Loki's blood is boiling.

Dufa attack him again but Loki disappears and Dufa looks around and sees that Loki is attacking their men, and telekinetically uncuffs his tiny friends.

- Run! He shouts

They do. But in that moment Loki stopped paying attention and Dufa shot him with the scepter. Loki is hit and falls on his back several feet away. He is off for few seconds. Enough for Aegir and his men to re-take the small ones and handcuff them again. Aegir looks at Dufa then at Loki and she says

- Go. He is mine

Loki's eyesight is little hazy. He hears a mixture of voices, cant tell what is happening. He wants to stand up and he manages to sit up. He sees Dufa approaching him slowly. She puts the scepter to his chest, on the golden asgardian symbol.

- You might have Jotun skin she says But deep down in your heart you are still Asgardian scum.

Loki looks into her face, eyes wet. Thinking about the promise he made to Drf. That he is going to keep him and his friends safe. That nothing's gonna happen to them. He might be killed by his own sister, but this is the only thing he can think of. That he broke his promise. Didnt protect them.

- How Gods die tells you how they lived she smiles. She is then clearly ready to kill him, but this gave Loki enough time to regain his strength and he teleports her away. He crowls for a few meters, then gets on his knees. Fenrir runs back to him, whining. He licks Loki's hand. Loki is looking at the darkness around him. Empty look on his face. One horn on his helmet is broken.

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Next we would cut to Dufa being teleported into the palace, angry that Loki did that to her. That would wake up her mother and Dufa would tell her what happened, Farbauti still repeating how they should come with some arrangement not this. How she cant believe she would have killed her own brother. I didnt feel like writing this scene, but I would put it here

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Loki spends several minutes just thinking and not thinking at the same time. He feels so empty and filled with rage at the same time. After what feels like an eternity, he decides he needs to speak one person. He wants to her voice right now. Loki sends his clone to Asgard, to Sigyn's chambers. He finds her there, in a chair next to the fireplace, reading a book, dressed in nightgown. When she sees him, knowing immediately its only astral projection, she stands up and approaches him. She notices the broken horn and most importantly - this is the first time she sees him in his Jotun form. Loki, with all of that going on, didnt even realize. The look on his face cant be described as anything else but total destruction. He would have also been pleased to see her in sheer nightgown if the occasion was different. But now he doesnt even notice.

- What happened? She asks.

Loki closes his eyes

- I lost. I lost them. They are gone.

- Who, Loki? Who is gone?

- My friends. Drrf and others. They took them.

- Who? My uncle and my sister. The soldiers. They took them. I promised I would care care if them...

She sadly smiles

- You've always been doing that Loki. Trying to protect others. So many times we were in a battle or any kind of danger and you tried to keep an eye on us all, making sure none of us gets hurt.

- This is different he says quietly I gave Drrf my word...I made a promise.

- Loki. Look at me.

He slowly raises his eyes to hers.

- You cant protect everyone.

He forgets she is not really there and tries to touch her. She fades away in front of his eyes.

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Fenrir licking his hand brings him back to reality. Loki pets him and then he stands up. He knows what he must do. Dufa had the scepter or Jotun kings but he had no weapon of his. He already more less knows this city.

He marches and he marches for a long time when he finally gets to the smithy down by what they call The gate of death. He doesnt care why they call it that. Its almost dawn so the owner is awake. Loki knocks on his door, gives him a fist full of coins and says

- I want to forge a weapon. Myself.

The Jotun man leads him to the workshop and leaves him there all by himself. Loki knows the art of blacksmithing. Next few minutes would be a montage of Loki forging himself a sword. With beautiful shots at his face. Imagine Tom's expressions, especialy anger.

Then he would leave and put it into holster on his back that he conjured. And he marches again until he is outside the city. He turns around and looks at Utgard. He turns his back to the city and takes out the casket. Fenrir gets scared and hides behind him.

With it, Loki would build a spectacular castle made of ice. The people in Utgard would watch from far away as an ice castle emerges out of nothing. It would be spectacular, with everything a king needs in a castle.

Then he looks at his creation and hides the casket. He is looking for several minutes thinking about everything that his creation represents. He marches towards the castle with Fenrir behind him. As he walks in, he sees something like this.

Loki slowly approaches the throne in the back of the hall and sits on it. He takes the sword out of the holster, looks at it, then lifts it up. The sword is flaming now.

Laevatainn.

@applebees-enthusiast @alirhi @kayleigh-nightingale

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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Hey Beth, I could need some Yami fluff 💕 Can I request a short drabble for Yami realizing he falls in love with the female reader which he didn't like at first? Thank you 💕

Anything for you, Nati! 💙💙💙

At this point in his life, Yami accepted that somethings just... didn't make sense. It was useless for him to worry about those things, but this time time was different.

That annoying laugh... it was cute now.

That irritating grin... it was cheeky and flirty.

And her eyes, which Yami avoided like the plague before... he couldn't bear to look away.

These feelings made no sense.

On this quiet night, Yami found himself holding her hand under the table. It was soft and pleasant, small within his own yet fitting just right. Just right. He never thought he would use those words to describe her of all people, yet here he was. He stole a glance to find her staring up at him, her lips curled into that beautiful smile that entranced him.

No, these feelings made no sense. But Yami felt happy, so he wouldn't try to make sense of them.

#black clover #yami sukehiro x reader #yami sukehiro

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gaybarbiegirl · 3 years

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8 and 24 for violetta!

8 - Who would be my worst rival/archenemy

Okay, if we're going by who I hate the most it's gotta be either Priscila or Tomás, but Priscila is in her 40s and I'm a 20 year old twerp, so I think this would just be embarassing for both of us. Tomás, on the other hand, is an annoying baby that I could both be petty to and reasonably take in a fight. Plus, he's very easy to drag. So him.

24 - Who has the best hair

This might be biased because we have practically the same hair, but Naty. She has gorgeous curls, and I remember watching this show was one of the first times I saw hair like mine actually look nice on TV, instead of just being the before in a makeover scene. Also, the fact that from season 2 onwards her hair is straightened in pretty much every show/formal event is a crime.

Thank you for the asks!

#asks #violetta

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 3 years

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I have now rewatched half of season 3 of Violetta and here is a summary of my thoughts:

I do find it interesting to see the parallell between how Priscila treats Ludmila and how she treats Violetta. When Priscila’s real self slips out around Violetta, she immediately tries to apologise. Violetta however, sees through this rather quickly. I find it interesting to see the difference between a child growing up with a loving parent and one with a manipulative one

Also, GERMÁN SEEING SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH LUDMILA 😭 AND CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HER 😭 IT’S SO SWEET SHE REALLY DESERVES A FATHER LIKE THAT

I know everyone says Diecesca is their otp couple or smth but ????? I’m sorry! Listen, they are a lovely couple! They are cute! But... I also feel like Diego put a lot of pressure on Fran

She was VERY clear she did not want to hide the relationship and he was like ”We have to hide it” and then suddenly says ”Ok we have to tell it’s not easy for me either” and then GOES BACK to telling her ”We can’t tell”.

He also told her multiple times they could just break up if she didn’t like lying?? Which is????? What

But Fran also did the same sometimes. It was like, when one of them didn’t want to lie the other one wanted it, and vice versa.

I have the same opinion on Roxy and Fausta as I did when I was a kid: I like the idea of them dressing up and acting crazy and I like the idea of them having secret identities. I do however, not like the spying on Leon plot. I’m sorry, but it’s kind of ooc for Violetta to do that. She has broken up with Leon before, dear god girl JUST GIVE HIM SOME SPACE AND I PROMISE YOU HE’S GONNA RETURN

BECAUSE OTHERWISE HE WILL BE SO CONFUSED HE WILL CHOOSE YOUR ALTER EGO OVER YOU

The Leonetta scenes in the wedding ep was cute

Priscila and Germán did not waste a single minute, they REALLY had a fastburn romance

This happens in every season but PEOPLE DO NOT KNOCK ON VILU’S BEDROOM DOOR, THEY JUST BURST IN?!

Same with lies. People really try to tell the truth but something ALWAYS happens

But unlike when Angie waited like 70 episodes to tell Vilu she was her aunt, I actually feel bad for Fran. Maybe because she, again, was very clear on not wanting to lie

I have concluded that Naty is, most definitely, in love with Ludmila. It has always been clear but this girl tried to kiss her

Also I kind of ship Cami and Naty now thanks why do I ship the crackships more than the canon ones

I find it hilarious that Leon compares Violetta and Roxy to how Vilu felt about him and Tomas. Because, actually, that’s kind of accurate?? (No hate on Tomletta shippers but when I rewatched season 1 I got the feeling that Vilu always picked Leon first and then when they were on bad terms she drifted towards Tomas. Much like how she drifted towards Diego in season 2)

Everyone has lost a braincell this season except Jade, who somehow has gained one

I was always confused if Federico still lived in their house this season or lived somewhere else, and I have realised he still lives with them, and it’s kind of awkward because HE NOW HAS TO SHARE A HOUSE WITH HIS ON AND OFF GIRLFRIEND

I also wondered the reason why the main students had another kind of scheduele, and then I got my answer very early on: They have another scheduele and is kind of the special class

Ok - Gery is NOT as annoying as I found her as a kid. She was just fine before she started hanging out in Leon’s garage

I do however love how Violetta and Leon friendzone Clement and Gery all the time

I actually think Gery and Clement take just the right amount of screentime. Unlike Jade and Matias, who I feel just take up time we can spend on others, Gery and Clement have, at least right now, just about the right amount of screentime.

THE SEASON 3 SONGS SLAPS. I KNEW THEY SLAPPED BUT THEY REALLY SLAP

The ”Violetta not seeing Francesca and Diego kiss in the background” is my new favorite meme, and it’s EVEN FUNNIER in motion

Look, I recorded it:

(Swedish dubbed)

I love Camila, knowing everyone’s secrets, having no secret herself, and just vibing with everything

Angie is BACK <3 AND I realise more and more how she should’ve ended up with Pablo. She literally admitted she came back from France just because Pablo was sad

The Alex plot is a bit weird. It’s Violetta in season 1 but taken to the next level. It’s just another uneccessary lie. He is still the exact same person even if he’s named Alex or Clement, so just be Clement and hide evidence from your dad’s stalker driver for godness sake.

Antonio 😭

I don’t care much about the Ramallo/Olga/Beto plot but they are cute

I also skip Jade’s scenes, I do not care. But I do like that she is getting better

DID FRAN EVER FIND THE DIARY VILU GAVE TO HER

Yeah and that’s all I got this far

#sara rewatches season 3 #violetta 3 #violetta

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terrainofheartfelt · 3 years

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here’s a though i’ve been pondering over - if the main characters from gg were musicians, what type of musicians do you think they would be? like in terms of what genres they would play in, artists that you think they’d be like, etc.

Wow anon this is exactly my brand i love you for asking this. Buckle up this post shalt be long >:)

(I know many of the cast have had music careers but I’m not really that up on them, this is more my impressions of their characters than them.)

I’ll start with the Humphreys bc they are the ones I’ve thought about the Most.

Like, I see Dan as the folk-punk type, a poet-with-a-guitar type. Frank Turner and Brian Fallon are two of my favorite songwriters, and their writing has a very Dan Humphrey Professional Yearner kind of vibe (And when I’m writing Dan-centric fic which is all my fic tbh I listen to them A Lot). Hozier and Phoebe Bridgers also carry a similar energy, though Hozier is more on the blues/folk side & Bridgers is more indie pop meets country. He’s mostly a guitar guy, but has the skill to branch out into other similar instruments, (he gets a banjo and mandolin just for the challenge). Ivy and I have talked a lot about the idea of pianist!Dan, which I also find v appealing, but I haven’t thought much beyond: Dan playing this Chopin...

Jenny, my best girl, I’ve thought about it and exchanged many a message with @bisexualdanhumphrey about Jen. She has this fascinating, bluesy & raw kind of voice. She’s a vocalist primarily, but can play her way through most chord progressions on a keyboard, she has a ukulele that she loves. Really, she can pick up an instrument for an afternoon and do pretty well, which annoys her brother to no end (“I’ve been playing for 12 years and she figures it out in a day?!”). As for musical acts I think are similar I always come back to Stevie Nicks and Halsey, for the vocals and the vibes. There’s actually an artist I’ve been really into lately called Susan O’Neill (she goes by SON some places) and when I listen to her I think “That’s Jenny’s voice”

Throwing Eric in bc I don’t have much to say about him, but I made him Beth in my Little Women au and I loooooooooved writing baby virtuoso Eric. Eric & Liszt. That is all.

Vanessa is a drummer in my brain. Like a pop-punk drummer. Ivy actually has this fic in which she plays piano in a band which is an idea I also love - like a Carole King/Sara Bareilles kind of vibe. Maybe she joins her sister’s band? Vanessa and Dan on tour with Ruby, picture it…

Blair as a musician I imagine a couple of ways. If we’re going the classical route, I can see her being really into something that requires a lot of technical skill, like the harp. (Slightly related: listen to this performance, the harp is so gorgeous I love it.) Ooh OOH, and from being a harpist she goes to become a conductor. I can SO see Blair Waldorf as an orchestra conductor. If we’re going a more pop route, I think Blair’d be like one of her beloved chanteuses, singing jazz standards and French classics a la Edith Piaf, or like Robyn Adele Anderson, or like Zoey Deschanel in She & Him (an au of Dair as She & Him…?)

Serena is another enigma. The easy answer would be to go with S the pop diva. I’ve said before that Kesha’s whole journey as an artist really resonates with Serena’s character, so I could see that—the character of the “party girl” that evolves into this lovely, zany blend of pop & country & rock & whatever the hell she wants. (Cowboy Blues is literally a SVDW character study. All of High Road is honestly) The other idea I had when I got this ask is Serena the Band Kid. But I see her going for the low brass section, bc the chillest, most easily charismatic people I know have been low brass players. Just, Serena playing trombone and euphonium makes me very happy.

Nate...idk, friend. He doesn’t particularly strike me as the artsy type, like he would play an instrument because his parents made him (reccing yet another Ivy fic because they Get It). I could see him doing something low key, like playing bass maybe in the band I made Dan, Vanessa, and Jenny form above. Bass is also like, the steady supportive thing in an ensemble, which I think suits our Natie. Or, if Nate were a band kid with Serena, I could see him doing something himbo-ish like drumline.

I am first and foremost an opera person, and a fun habit me and my friends have is thinking about “if this were an opera, what voice types would the characters be?” (my college roommate and I spent a whole evening brainstorming Mean Girls the opera once--before the musical was even a thing, so fight me Tina Fey), so I have thought a bit about that too…

Like Nate is def a lyric baritone, because they are the himbos of opera: comedic, handsome, drink the respect women juice-- a la Figaro in Barber or Escamillo in Carmen. Dan is a Puccini spinto tenor (more on the Rondine & Boheme side of the spectrum). Because of the Pining. Blair is a soprano, like a Musetta or Donna Anna or Marschallin or Magda in Rondine: romantic, but can cut a bitch. Serena is a Rossini mezzo, like Rosina or Cenerentola: bubbly, charismatic, kind, loves to pull one over on men. Jenny is a mezzo of the kind I’d like to call Gay, like Komponist or Octavian in Rosenkav - a bit more dramatic and nothing heterosexual about em. Vanessa is also a mezzo (I am one too, okay #lowvoicesupremacy) like, Susan Graham.

#this was SO much fun to think about tysm #anon #asks #gossip girl meta #gg meta #dan humphrey #jenny humphrey #vanessa abrams #serena van der woodsen #blair waldorf #nate archibald #yes i did omit a certain chip wiskers mostly bc writing about him does not spark joy #liz's spectacular niche music recs #guys I only discovered SON bc she opened for hozier at this online music festival #but I have NOT stopped thinking about her since #also I clowned myself into 2 or 3 more fic ideas so thanks for that <3

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bunkernine · 4 years

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The bread tasted like leaves, but it was the best thing I had eaten in a long time. Scarfing down the little Dakota could spare, my ran through what was going to happen. A survival challenge meant we were doing things on our own. No help allowed, and definitely no interference from a referee. We would’ve starved, but the Senate would consider that more honorable than accepting help like this.

For once, Octavian seemed to agree with me. He sneered at the bread held out to him, saying, “That’s against the rules.”

“You’re hungry,” Dakota offered again. His armor clinked, the sound echoing through the quiet forest, reminding me that he shouldn’t have been here in the first place. I swallowed, and the shame bittered the taste. Earlier, Octavian called me weak. He said I wasn’t a real Roman. Would a real Roman have taken the bread?

“I’d rather die,” Octavian spat out.

“You’re going to starve,” I told him. “I’m not going to help you if that happens.” Octavian’s cold eyes trailed from the wrapper in my hand, to my face, where he held my eyes. His thin lips lifted upward like I had just told him a joke.

“Better to die a Roman than be weak, Jason.”

I rolled my eyes and passed the wrapper back to Dakota. After thanking him, the older legionnaire pointed toward where the river was- to which Octavian glared holes in my head for even asking for help- and headed back toward the wall. The silence between me and Octavian was worse than before, but at least I had something filling my stomach. But still, even after the bread, there was a gnawing in my abdomen, a spooling pit of uncertainty.

Octavian’s stomach growled, but he only cursed and ignored it, striding forward like it was nothing. His hand was at his side, poise straight and practiced, ready to fight and die like a true Roman.

The gnawing came again. Was Octavian right? I was Roman, obviously, but could someone be not Roman enough? The thought angered me, but not as much as even considering Octavian could be right. He was too irritating to be correct.

Octavian then dropped. I bolted forward, the knife Gwen gave me earlier in hand, searching for whatever monster was there. I would kill them, the way a good Roman would, the way that was taught to me, ingrained as instinct.

Then Octavian groaned, clutching his stomach. Realizing what happened, I kicked his squirming legs and he whined louder.

“What did I tell you?” I squatted by his sweaty face. “I told you I wasn’t going to help you.”

Octavian’s face contorted in pain. “Shut up,” he huffed. “Get me some thing to drink.”

For a second, I considered if the roles were switched. Octavian would’ve left me in a heartbeat. Is the Roman way to leave a comrade- I scowled, because Octavian wasn’t anywhere close to being a comrade- or would the Romans help their team?

A phrase from one of my private lessons came to mind. Non nobis solum nati sumus. Not for ourselves alone are we born. I grumbled under my breath. Helping other people was fine, but did that have to include Octavian? There’s probably another line that said “not for ourselves alone are we born (unless you’re annoying and your name is Octavian).”

Roman decision or not, I patted his shoulder again and stood up in search for water to give the guy and gleefully tell him I told you so.

[explanation of this part of the son of lightning under the cut bro]

[A quick excerpt from the survival camp/Wolf House part of the book. It seems right that they would learn to survive alone, and then have a team game afterward, because you’re strong as one, but stronger together. Dakota’s a year or two older than Jason and Octavian, and eventually gets demoted to 5th cohort for something as simple as sharing bread. He’s only supposed to watch and make sure the kids who... don’t make it... get moved to stop from scaring the others. He took a liking to Jason and Octavian before the actual survival camp started. By survival camp, I just mean they dropped those kids in the woods filled with predators and rabid wolves without weapons or food for a few weeks lol...

I think the best way to approach SPQR is that you go to school up until 12ish (Jason and Octavian rn, tho jason got private lessons cause he’s the son of jupiter and octavian is a Gifted Kid) and then train for a week with basic fighting skills, and then get dropped into survival camp aka Wolf House. Then who ever is left is clearly strong, and then they have the team game. From then, based on performance you’re supposed to get sorted into cohort’s but really it’s just nepotism cause the Senate is all twisted. I’m going to say SPQR has regular classes too lmao, so they know some math 💀

anyway, introducing the idea of jason not feeling wholly roman so early is pretty good. the feelings get ignored after this anyway, lol, until later in the books 🤔 but it'll make this issue more enticing in hoo 💕 jason's to annoyed by octavian to even register this being a legit struggle. also... he's 13 😩... I really had to resist the urge to throw in a "stupidhead" somewhere 😭]

#jason grace #octavian #dakota pjo #octavian pjo #idk which is my tag lol #jason grace and the dii consentes #💕#chb extended 📚#technically 🤔#tharini said she liked when i made fake excerpts and i wanted to do something jason related lately so here we go!!!

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marciego · 3 years

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ok so i know when we first met him felipe gave out really annoying cishet fuckboy vibes but in the end he didn't do anything that bad, like yeah he was a bit annoying with ludmila at first but he ended up respecting what she wanted and he really cared about naty even when it was one sided. overall a pretty boring but nice dude.

so. the only explanation for federico's behaviour and his "when you'll see how he really is you'll understand why i'm telling you this" is that that's his ex and he was being petty lmao

#that being said #federico we gotta talk about your taste in men

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writingformadderton · 4 years

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The Book of You and I

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 5449

Summary: Richard and Taron are a happy couple, hiding their relationship from the public. On their way home from a date they talk about coming out. They get involved into a car crash that will change everything overnight. Both of them have to go through their own trauma, but only one of them remembers everything...

Additional Tags: fluff, date, car crash, mention of blood, saying goodbye, memory loss, panic attack, friendship, Bodyguard, Rocketman

This here is the birthday request by @grungy-shirt I hope you like it :) - Nati

Part 2

Taron has his fingers tightly interlocked with Richard’s and smiles up to him. They just had a lovely dinner together at their favorite restaurant and are walking back to Richard’s car. The night is warm and the street lamps just turned on. Almost picture perfect. “Thank you.” he says.

“Oh that was nothing.” Rich says and smiles at him, fumbling in his pocket for his car keys. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“For you always, stunning.” Taron chuckles and stands up on his toes, kissing his cheek as Richard opens the car door for him. Taron wraps his arms around his waist and looks up to him with a big smile. “I love you so much.” he connects their lips to a sweet kiss and feels Rich fondling over his hair lovingly.

“I love you too.” Rich says smiling.

“Wanna stay the night? I’d love to have you close to me tonight.” he wiggles his eyebrows and giggles at Richard’s nod.

Richard just grins and closes the door behind him. He gets in on his side and buckles up before starting the car. “I think it’ll be good weather tomorrow. We could enjoy the sun a bit.”

“That sounds good.” T leans back in the seat and looks at Richard smiling.

“What?” he asks and focuses back on the road.

“I just love it when you drive, feels safe.” Taron mumbles and watches him adoringly. “I love you, Richie.” he says and doesn’t care about the fact that he told him that a few minutes ago.

“I love you too.” he says and smiles shortly at him.

“When exactly will we tell the public we’re actually a thing?” T asks and scratches his neck. “I mean we can’t hide it anymore and I don’t want to. I wanna spend my life with you and grow old with you.” He yawns a bit and looks over at his boyfriend. “And I don’t care if there are people that don’t like it, because you mean everything to me and I’ll never leave you.”

Rich smiles softly at his words. “We can announce it whenever you want.”

“How’s about when you win awards for bodyguard?” T teases him.

“It’s not even finished and you’re already thinking - Fuck.” Rich sees the woman crossing the street almost too late and pushes the brakes. Realizing that won’t be enough, he pulls the steering wheel right and they crash into a wall with the front of the car. Richard hears a loud bang and sees Taron’s head hitting the dashboard. He rubs his face and tries to push away the shock in his body to help his boyfriend.

Taron moans loudly as he pulls back a bit and holds his head. “Fuck.” he presses out and groans in pain. The pain in his head is excruciating and he carefully takes his hand away, feeling something wet. His hand is covered in blood and nausea takes over his body. He leans forward and retches. “Richie?” he whimpers in pain.

Richard turns at the sound of his name and sees how pale Taron becomes. His face is covered in blood and there’s a nasty wound on his forehead. “Fuck, T, are you okay?” His boyfriend wretches and throws up all over himself, coughing. Richard tries to open his own seat belt and succeeds after the fifth try. He leans over to Taron and rubs his back smoothly. "It’s okay. We’ll get you in a hospital.” he assures him and Taron braces himself, holding his pounding head and moaning loudly.

“I-I don’t think I can make it.” he groans and leans forward a bit. He never felt so much pain in one area and tears begin to well up in his eyes. “Fuck it hurts so much.” he groans and pushes himself up as he realizes he will pass out soon. Looking at Richard, maybe for the last time, he smiles weakly. “I love you forever, okay?”

Taron rolls his eyes and goes unconscious. Richard curses loudly and moves to get out. He tries to open the door, but it doesn’t work. “No, no, no.” he whines and tries again, throwing his body weight against it. He looks back at Taron. His white shirt is covered in blood now. Richard needs to get him out of here. He throws himself against the door over and over again until the door opens. Rich stumbles outside and rushes onto Taron’s side. He opens the door and unlocks his seat belt. Pulling him out of the car isn’t exactly easy when he doesn’t have any help. He tries his best.

The woman he nearly ran over suddenly appears next to him and helps him to get Taron outside. “Oh my god I am so sorry. I didn’t see the red light.” she apologizes and Richard can smell alcohol. “I called an ambulance. Is your friend okay?”

“No he’s not.” Obviously, Rich curses to himself. He holds Taron close feeling panic rising rapidly in his body. There was nothing more he wished for now than them working on set and the director screaming cut as soon as the ambulance rolled onto the scene. But there is no cut and no scene to be acted. It’s real life and consequences are ahead.

***

Later at the hospital, a nurse checks on him and asks him if anything hurts. Richard only shakes his head and takes the bottle of water thankfully. She brings him into the private room they’ll bring Taron into later and recommends him to get some rest.

But the shock and anxiety in his body are pulsing too rapidly to rest, so he paces the room and only sits down when exhaustion hits him.

After what felt like a week, but was only an hour, a nurse brings Taron in, lying on a bed. He’s sound asleep and his head is wrapped with gauze, the blood on his face gone. As soon as the nurse disappears, Richard leans down to him and places a kiss on his head. “I’m so sorry, bubs. I never wanted you to get hurt.” he whispers and fondles over his hair. He grabs his cold hand and strokes over his bruised knuckles.

After a while, he calls a taxi and heads home. He steps into the bathroom and sees his trousers and shirt that are covered in Taron’s blood. He has some leftover on his hands as well and he quickly turns on the water in the sink. He makes it hot and rubs his hands clean in quick movements. His sight starts to blur as he feels tears burning in his eyes. “Fuck!” he slams the soap into the sink and runs his wet hands through his curls shaking. “Why not me? Why Taron? Oh for fucks sake!” he curses and tries to take deep breaths. But it doesn’t take long for him to crouch down onto the floor and break down.

The love of his life was lying in a hospital bed and his fate unknown? What was Rich to do? What could he do? He racks his brain until exhaustion hits and he sighs. He forces himself up to take a shower and throw the bloody clothes in a bag so they can be washed apart from the other clothes. He slides into bed and tries his best to get some rest.

***

The next day, he cleans his apartment up and prepares the sofa for T. He would take him home as soon as he could and take care of him. Taron would probably tell him he’s okay and go to his own apartment, but Rich wouldn’t let that happen.

He had to take care of him. He was the one who got him into this predicament in the first place. His conscious just couldn’t let Taron recover on his own. He takes one final look at things and grabs his phone and keys. He leaves his place and heads out to start his day.

***

Some time later, he walks into the hospital and carefully opens the door to Taron’s room. Seeing Taron is awake, he feels relief swapping over him and he lets out a deep breath. “Hey, how are you?” he asks and walks over to him. He leans down, places a kiss onto his hair and fondles his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re okay, baby.”

“Who are you?” Taron asks confused and pushes him away.

“What?” Richard raises his eyebrows and takes a step back. “Come on, that’s not funny.” he chuckles weakly.

“I’m not joking.” T says firmly and watches him observantly.

“When is your birthday?” he asks. Taron shrugs his shoulders. “What’s your favorite food?” another shrug. “The name of your mum is Maria.”

“Okay?” T says confused.

“No, it’s Tina.” Rich says and feels fear creeping up in him. “Taron, this is not funny.”

“I’m not making fun of you. How would I know who you are if I don’t know who I am?” he asks a bit annoyed and looks out of the window. Who the hell was this guy and why was he asking him all these questions?

“You really don’t remember anything?” he asks and falls down onto the seat next to the bed heavily.

“Nothing.” he says and it scares him a bit. Anyone could walk in and tell him anything. Doesn’t mean it’s true. He needed answers. He pushes the button for the nurse.

She comes inside and greets the stranger friendly. “Oh Mr. Madden, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” he barely gets out and looks at Taron still a bit startled.

“So, Taron, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? How is your head?” she asks and puts a water bottle and some pills on the bedside table.

“I’m fine.” T says and looks down at his knees. “Miss, do I know him?”

Richard’s heart breaks a little at the question and he bites his lower lip. This was worse than he could have ever imagined. Looking at Taron, he sees he isn’t mocking him. T looked horrified, confused and hurt. He just wants to wrap him up in a blanket and take him home, but now he doesn’t know if that will be even possible.

“Yes, you do. Richard is your boyfriend.” she says softly, looking at Richard shortly who told her yesterday when she asked him how he was related to T.

“My - what?” Taron’s eyes widen and he looks at her shocked. I had a boyfriend? Since when?

“I know it is all very confusing at the moment. Taron you had a bad accident yesterday and you hit your head really hard. You’re suffering from retrograde amnesia, which means you’ve forgotten a lot from your life before the accident.”

“Will I ever remember it again?” Taron asks timidly. It was all too much at one time.

“I can’t assure you that at the moment. But a few things will come back to you. Sometimes when you go to places you used to love, the familiarity comes back.” she suggests and smiles reassuringly.

“Oh yeah. And how am I supposed to remember those places?!” he asks pissed. “But thanks for the advice, I’ll take a tour around the world and see what comes back to me!”

“Don’t be so harsh. She’s trying to help.” Richard says and watches his upset boyfriend.

“I don’t know you, so don’t tell me what to do.” Taron says harshly and Rich swallows hard. He huffs out air from his mouth and looks out of the window. “I wanna be alone.” neither Richard nor the nurse move for a moment. “Please!”

Richard gives in and gets up, walking out quickly. The nurse closes the door and smiles at him compassionate. “I’m sorry. I would have warned you if I had seen you before you went inside.”

Rich just nods slowly and folds his arms in front of his chest. “This is permanent, doctor?” he asks and swallows hard.

“I fear it is. He will have to start all over. At this rate, I’m afraid he won’t let you help him.” she says slowly.

“So I lost my boyfriend in that accident?” he asks and bites his lower lip nervously.

“I’m sorry.” she says low voiced.

“Not your fault.” he says and sits down on one of the seats in the corridor. He looks down at the floor and his thoughts race. Did he really lose Taron yesterday? His one and only, his sweet cuddly love? His throat gets tight and he feels tears burning in his eyes. He thinks back to how Taron wanted to tell the public that they were a couple, how he talked about their future with big, shining eyes. The way he said he feels safe when he’s driving, only to get into a car crash not even two minutes later. The tears roll down his face and he sniffs knowing he needs to calm down.

***

“Ehm, hey. She said you can bring me home.” A soft voice speaks and gently nudges Rich.

Richard opens his eyes and sees Taron’s sneakers in front of him. He looks up and meets his favorite pair of eyes. “Yea? That’s good to hear.”

“You’re crying?” T asks and raises his eyebrows.

“Allergic.” he mumbles and wipes his cheeks clean.

“Inside?” Taron’s voice sounds a bit shocked and he tilts his head in both directions. “To what?”

This shit, he thinks to himself. “Sanitizer.” he says seeing one near and hears Taron chuckle.

“Sure.”

***

Richard opens the door to Taron’s apartment and lets him step inside. He looks around and rolls his eyes a bit seeing the mess.

“Oh I’m messy. I like it.” T says and Rich chuckles softly. Taron wanders around in his apartment and looks into the rooms. It’s strange to imagine he lived here and thought it would never be unknown to him again. T sees a few pictures standing around on a little table and walks over there slowly. “Who is she?” he asks.

“Your mum, Tina.” Rich says and sees the selfie of them, himself pressing a soft kiss onto Taron’s hair, next to the photo he was examining. It was Taron’s favorite.

T then looks at the same photo and frowns a bit. “I don’t think I can do this.” he says and points at the picture. Richard nods slowly and watches T take it out of the frame. Taron hands it to him, contorting his face. “I think I’ll get some sleep.” He speaks lowly and makes his way to his bedroom.

Rich stands silently, the photo in his hand. His love was gone and there was no coming back. With a sigh, he leaves the apartment, tears welling his eyes.

***

Coming to the apartment the next day wasn’t the best idea.

Taron is unsure about having Richard around him, not knowing him anymore. It’s hard for him to process that he doesn’t know anything and can’t even trust himself. They sit at the dining table sharing coffee when Taron speaks up. “Listen, I know you wanna help me but I - I need some time alone.” Taron starts and plays with his hands nervously. “I don’t even know what we were or if you really are who you told me you are.”

“Taron, I wouldn’t lie to you. You were my boyfriend.” Rich says tiredly and rubs his face.

“There was never an us. At least not in my memory and that makes it fucking hard to trust you.” Taron says firmly and runs his fingers through his hair. “How could I be able to love someone when I don’t even know myself?”

Richard watches him sad, his heart wrenching at his words. “I don’t know.” he admits.

“I can’t do this. I need some space and I need to figure things out, figure out who I am.” Taron says and Rich nods slowly.

“Okay then. Call me if you need help with anything.”

***

Three months go by.

Richard hasn’t heard anything from Taron since that day. It hurts to think his life turned upside down that night. To him, it feels like Taron died in that car crash this night. He is just unreachable now. His thoughts are constantly spinning, the car crash haunts his dreams, and wakes him up with screams for help following.

He spent a lot of time with his Bodyguard costar Keeley, who never failed to cheer him up but also gave him time to be sad about it. Richard is still struggling to this day.

Richard plays with the buttons of his suit nervously and looks at the car in front of him. Today was the day they would shoot the scene of the attack during the car ride. His costar and dear friend Keeley steps next to him and pats him on the back. “You’re ready for today?”

“I hope so.” he says and smiles shortly at her.

She nods quickly and watches him carefully. She could easily see how much it’s pulling on her friend’s nerves to act this scene. “We’ll get it done quickly and then we’re done for today. We could spend the rest of the day together if you want to.”

He smiles at her, grateful, and nods. “I’d like that.” he says and she nods smiling.

They sit down in the car and begin the scene. Keeley says her line, then the shot rings through the air. The driver falls back in his seat before sinking down his head. Then comes the cut and Richard is glad to get out of the car. They cover his face in blood just like his shirt, Keeley’s white suit is now covered in fake blood and Richard’s stomach turns seeing it. The picture of Taron’s white blood-stained shirt appears in his mind. But he gets himself together and gets back in the car.

They start again, their driver’s head sinks down and Richard knows he has to slip back into playing David and grabbing the steering wheel to get them to safety. But the sounds, Keeley’s screams in the backseat and all the fake blood does him no good. He feels himself getting cold while his body starts shaking and he breathes deeply, on the edge of a breakdown.

All he can think about is himself pushing the breaks and seeing Taron crashing his head on the dashboard. He sees himself trying to calm Taron down, who’s bleeding heavily and throwing up all over himself while trying to breathe. Taron’s body going limp while he tries to open the door, throwing himself against it and opening his seatbelt. Richard buries his face in his hands and sinks down in his seat trying to focus. The name of his former boyfriend leaves his lips like a curse and he feels nausea creeping up in him.

Keeley quickly realizes what’s going on and sees Richard starting to panic. She needs to stop this before it gets worse. She knew this would be torture for her friend. “Stop it, cut!” she says firmly and opens the door, getting out quickly. “Richard, hey, mate.” he suddenly hears Keeley next to him and feels her hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t - Keeley- I.” he stammers and looks at her with wide blue eyes. Richard grabs the hand she’s holding towards him and tries to breathe.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything.” she leans over him and opens the seatbelt. “Come on, get out.” she urges him softly.

Rich gets out shaking with her help and holds himself at the door as his world starts spinning. He leans forward, resting his head on his hands and lets out a shuddery breath. Fuck.

Keeley rubs his back smoothly and waves her assistant closer. She takes the blanket that was meant to be hers and wraps it around her shivering mate. “Here take my blanket.” she watches him worried and sees how pale his face now was. “You should sit down, Rich.”

“Not in the car.” he presses out and takes a deep breath, standing up straight.

“Okay, then on the floor.”

“They’ll kill me if I sit down on the floor with this suit.”

“Oh fuck that! I don’t care about that. Sit down now.” she urges him and pulls him down. She sits down in front of him in her heels and white suit, not having a single care in the world if it gets dirty. Keeley opens a bottle of water and hands it to Rich, who takes it with a weak smile.

Their director comes towards them and looks down at Rich. “Are you alright, Richard?” Rich just nods and takes a gulp of water. “Brings it all back, huh?”

Richard closes the water bottle slowly and his grip around it gets tight. Of course it does! He remains silent, feeling panic in him mixing with hopelessness.

“I’m sorry but we can’t do this again today.” Keeley speaks firmly and gets up. She reaches her hand out for Richard, who grabs it and pulls him up. “Let’s get out of these clothes.” the Brit wraps the blanket around him tightly again and wraps her arm around him as she walks him away from set.

***

Richard puts on his clothes and follows Keeley to her trailer. He remains silent as she turns on the water boiler and puts some cookies onto a plate. She disappears in her bathroom and comes back with some make-up remover tissues. Her own face is now clean and she leans down to Richard, wiping away the fake blood and dirt, cleaning his face softly. “Thank you.” he mumbles and watches her throwing them away.

She gets two cups and fills them with the hot water, adding two tea bags and some sugar. Sitting down next to him, she wraps her arm around him and rubs his shoulder lovingly. “Are you alright, my dear?”

Richard shakes his head and rests his head on her shoulder. “I don’t think I can do this scene. Seeing the blood on your white suit reminded me of his shirt. The way our driver sank down transformed into Taron fainting in my mind.”

“I’m sorry bout that, Rich.” she says lowly and fondles over his hair. “We’re gonna find a way.”

“I just wanna forget the accident. And him.” he says sadly. “Sometimes I wish that I hit my head just as hard.” he admits, but feels bad about it. This wasn’t fair. Taron had to struggle to get his memory back and here he was sulking, wishing he was in his place.

“You’d really prefer not knowing who you are, not even your name, over this here? The constant paranoia that you know everyone who knows your name? How do you think it will affect his relationship with his fans? Some could tell him stories that aren’t even true.” she states and remains silent for a moment. “Imagine reading all the fake articles about stupid things you never said or did. You wouldn’t know your mum anymore. Your youth would be gone. Your first acting experiences. Everything that is normal for us.” she sighs a bit. “That isn’t what you want. And T needs time to cope and get his life back.”

“Yeah, I know. It just hurts. I don’t wanna feel this way anymore.” he mumbles and rubs his face tiredly.

***

“Richard, nice to meet you again.” Dexter Fletcher says and sits down opposite him. “So, you’re the top candidate of our role for John Reid. But it was brought to my attention that you aren’t thrilled about it anymore.”

“I- Well to be honest I’m neither a singer nor a dancer and since you wanna make it like a musical -.” Rich says and scratches his neck. He didn’t want to do this because he simply was bad at it.

“We have one dancing sequence with our main actor planned for you. We’ll see if it makes the final cut. You would sing one song and of course we would transform it into a scene.” Dexter explains and watches the man in front of him. He hadn’t told Richard that Taron was the leading man yet. Everyone heard about the car crash and knew their paths parted afterwards due to Taron’s retrograde amnesia. Dexter saw both of them struggling with their own lives after the crash. This could be another major reason for Richard to back out. But they wanted him so bad. He was perfect and Elton approved of the choice.

“Mm okay.” Rich says and thinks for a moment. “Who is playing Elton? You didn’t tell me yet.” he thinks and it seems strange. Dexter is normally raving about his actors and the excitement of the project overall. But he seemed to be holding back.

Dexter takes out his phone and connects it with his headphones. He gives them to Richard and watches him put one in his ear. “Just listen. Maybe this will help with your final decision. It’s a raw version but who cares.”

Richard frowns a bit but decides to give in. He can hear the first notes of Rocketman and as soon as he hears the singer starting, he looks at him shocked. “Oh.” he just says and listens. Taron’s angelic voice sends goosebumps all over his body, like it did every time before.

Dex remains quiet and watches Richard closely. The man in front of him looks lost in thoughts and his deep blue eyes are brimmed with tears.

Richard is stuck in his memories while listening to Taron singing. He bites his lower lip nervously and the vulnerability and softness in Taron’s voice hurts him physically. Damn, his golden boy still had an amazing voice. When the song stops, he looks at the table for a moment. “And you think playing the lover of my ex-boyfriend is a good idea?”

“Tell me.” Dex says and raises his eyebrows challenging. “Tell me this song, with his bloody amazing voice, didn’t touch you. Tell me you would give away the chance to get to know him all over again. Tell me you don’t want him to meet you again.” he sees Richard squirming a bit in his seat. “Do it and I’ll tell Elton that Richard Madden doesn’t want the role anymore.”

Richard folds his arms in front of his chest. “You do know it isn’t fair to just throw me into this all of a sudden? Exposing me to Taron this way?”

“It might have been a bit unfair.” Dex admits with a smirk.

“God Dex, you drive me crazy.” he sighs and shakes his head a bit. “Fine, I’ll do it. But just because you and Elton seem to want me so badly.”

“Okay! Ehm this might be a bit quick now, but I have T with me.”

“Shut up.” Richard says and his eyes widen. “Dex, don’t you dare-.”

But then the door opens and his former boyfriend steps in. “Hey, Dex you’re still on it or -?”

“No, it’s fine, Taron. Meet your new costar.” he says and gets up, seeing the look in Richard’s eyes. “I’ll let you get to know each other.” he says and winks at Rich, who can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Taron watches him leave and smiles at him shyly. “Hi.” he says and walks over to him.

Richard gets up and shakes his hand. “Hey.”

“I’m Taron, do I know you? I’m sorry, weird question. I lost my memory in a car accident. Well, at least that’s what they told me.”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” I was driving, he thinks. But he couldn’t tell him that. “I’m Richard.”

“And you are playing-?” he sits down and watches him curiously.

“John Reid.” he says and sits down as well.

“Oh yeah. Sorry again. Sometimes I struggle to keep any information I get.” he chuckles softly.

“No problem.” Rich says with a weak smile.

Taron watches him observantly and he gets a funny feeling. He knew him from somewhere. “You seem familiar to me. I think I’ve seen you before.” he looks into his deep blue eyes and the brown slightly curly hair. The accent wasn’t unknown as well, it matched with his voice perfectly. “Have we met, like a month after the accident?”

“No.” That wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Okay. I can’t remember anything before and the month after the accident happened. It’s all a blur so I don’t really know what I was doing.” he explains. “Probably watched one of your movies.” he grins.

“Maybe.” Rich says with a small smile.

“So what convinced you to stay? Dex told me you considered not doing it.” Taron says and looks at him questioning.

“To be honest, it was you singing.” Richard admits softly. “You got a beautiful voice mate, sent goosebumps all over my body.”

“Oh, thank you.” Taron says and blushes smiling.

Oh God, don’t do that to me, he thinks. Not the blushing. “So how is your life now? Must be difficult to handle it all on your own.”

“Oh yeah, I’m doing okay. My mum helped me in the beginning, she’s lovely. Meeting her the first time was strange. I found out I have two younger sisters. Now I’m living on my own in the apartment and well I apparently worked with Dexter before. He decided to help me out as well.” Taron explains and looks down at the table. “I don’t know much about my friends from my earlier life to be honest. And almost nothing about the car crash.”

“No?” Rich asks confused. “You could have looked up your name.”

“I don’t wanna risk reading some fake news.” Taron says with a weak smile.

“Oh, yeah.” Richard says and an awkward silence lies between them.

T plays with his hands nervously. “The only thing I have is something I found in my jacket. I’ve been carrying it with me since then.” Taron pulls something from his trousers. He unfolds the piece of paper and looks down at it. Richard’s throat tightens at that sight and he presses his lips together. “It has my name on it, my mum’s phone number, and what happened to me.”

Rich looks down at it and recognizes his own hand writing. Seems like T kept the last memory he has of him.

Taron looks up and sees the tears in Richard’s eyes. “You okay?” he asks worried and watches him observantly.

“Yeah, just - an allergy.” he says and thinks back when he made up this lie.

“To what?” Taron asks and tilts his head sideways.

“Flowers.” he nearly chokes on the word and points at the flowers in front of them.

Taron gets up and throws them in the trash. “You could have said something, mate.”

He doesn’t know what hurts more. The way Taron just threw away what supposedly caused his tears or that he called him mate. “It’s okay.” he says with eyes full of tears.

***

Later that day, Richard calls Keeley and tells her everything. He doesn’t feel ready to work with Taron, who seemed to forget the first two days he left the hospital. It all happened too fast and it hurt him physically to look into those beautiful eyes he fell in love with all this time ago. It was strange to see the man who used to be his boyfriend, his clumsy funny lover who always wanted him close, become so distant from him. It’s worse than a break up because the Taron he knew was gone, without a warning, overnight.

Thinking back to Taron’s last words, he starts crying. I love you forever, okay? Did he realize he wouldn’t be the same afterwards?

How could he ever be able to start over again with Taron? Maybe they would never be madly in love again and it would only be a product of Richard’s imagination combined with some suspicions from the magazines.

“Keeley, I can’t pretend I don’t know the way his lips taste. Or how his hair felt underneath my fingers, his smell when he cuddled into me.” he says sadly and looks up at the ceiling.

“I guess you have to. Richard, the Taron you know is gone. It’s time to start over with him, hun.”

Richard tunes out the rest of her words as tears fall down his cheeks and his heart starts racing. This wasn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. They were happy, so madly in love, their whole future in front of them. Both thinking they would spend it together. Oh god, they were so wrong.

@taron-eggmcmuffin @sarahegerton96 @primaba11erina @multicoloredchicken @anxiety-at-the-classroom @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @naptitimadderton

#taron egerton #Richard Madden #madderton #taron egerton fic #taron x richard #richard madden fic #madderton fic #madderton fluff #madderton angst #angst #fluff #memory loss #car crash #Mention of blood #panic attack #friendship #the bodyguard #Rocketman #dexter fletcher

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sahaias · 7 months

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Okay, I'm realizing that the reasons why I didn't like Tomas when I first saw Violetta in 2017 are the same reasons I don't like him now:

His forehead wrinkles and his face overall make him look way older than Vilu

Based on his personality, him just looking older, and the show playing him off as a 17-18 year old personality, Tomas just feels like a 23 year old college dropout/burnout

He acted so entitled for Violetta's affection when their only cute/actually romantic moment was their first meeting

He just jumped into relationships with Ludmilla and Francesca to try to get over Violetta and because of the convenience. He didn't appreciate or even seem to truly have feelings for either of them. At least León seemed to really like Lara when dating her in season 2 to get over Violetta.

The show acts like he's just some nice, sweet guy, but he's really self-centered and expects everything to go his way all the time. And he has this annoying pouty face when it doesn't. The only time I feel his "bad treatment" is undeserved is with Gregorio, but Gregorio is funny so it didn't annoy me.

Entre Tú Y Yo is an annoying song, and I only started to like it because Marco sung it for Francesca during his audition and actually rightfully valued her

I like his songs, but I like them way better when other people sing them. Verte de Lejos is carried by León, Ludmilla/León's band and Naty also do Entre Tú Y Yo better, Federico (who I don't even care about) and León have better renditions of Te esperaré, and Francesca/Violetta both outshine him in their duets of Tienes Todo

#violetta #tomas #tomas heredia #disney violetta

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poorvioletdraws · 4 years

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Tom vs. The Underworld

8. Sound System

“Following our top story, the mystery behind the massive earthquake that rocked the Underworld a week ago has been linked to a merging of both the planet Earth and our planet Mewni. Representatives of Lucitor Castle state that our Lord and Lady have met with the new leadership of Earth-ni and are discussing plans to continue the same alliance we had with the former Butterfly Kingdom. They have also assured us that the merging of both worlds has presented no effect on the livelihood of the Underworld but are still working on ways to contact the universal mobile service provider of Pixtopia to restore interdimensional communications. All global communications within our planet have not been disrupted.

In other news, there have been growing reports of resident demons and monsters going missing throughout the city. The Furies are urging citizens to remain calm as they investigate the situation further. More on this tonight at--”

“Mom, I’m leaving now.” I called to her in our den. She was watching the news and forging her latest weapons request for a client.

“Okay, my little cobblestone. Don’t be out too late.” She replied as she placed the sword in the quench tank.

“I should be back before dinner.” I told her as I was about to shut the door behind me.

Suddenly my older sisters Kivi and Shaila came down the hallway.

“Going out again? Weren’t you out with your friends all day yesterday?” Kivi questioned while pushing her glasses back up on her nose.

I shrugged my shoulders in annoyance. “Well today we are going over band stuff…”

Kivi gave a disapproving sigh. “You know, Raya, you can’t keep putting off your duties to your family for music. Having a hobby is great and all but you can’t let that consume you. One day you may be taking over for Mom or Dad. When will you see how important that is?”

“Yea, well this is important to me too, but thanks for your concern...” I said not meeting her gaze. My grip was tightening on the door handle as if for some form of security.

“Are you sure that’s all it is, or are you really meeting up with your secret boyfriend.” Shaila teased while trying to cover her devious smirk with one of her hands.

I jumped at her accusation and could feel myself turning red. “N-no!”

“Ooooh you’re blushing! It’s true!” Shaila began to giggle mischievously as Kivi shook her head in irritation.

“Y-you’re silly, g-grow up.” I huffed under my breath.

She then began to call towards the den, “Mom, guess what--”

“Bye!” I quickly shouted as I ran out the front door.

I felt like I could hear Shaila’s laughter all the way to the end of our property. She always makes fun of me like that… But she isn’t too far off the mark…

My friends and I were all going to meet at Tom’s place--THE Lucitor Castle. First of all, I was already nervous for that. I can’t believe he invited us there as if it weren’t a big deal. We might even meet the King and Queen of the Underworld! I felt myself get lightheaded just thinking about it.

Secondly, I was nervous because of what I started feeling yesterday at the arcade. It was a strange coincidence that Tom chose the same song I had listened to that morning, and even stranger still was that he appeared exactly how he did in my dream. But was this just mere happenstance? Or is there a reason behind it all and why I’m starting to develop a crush on him...

“Wait, what am I saying?! A crush?! I must be going crazy!” I babbled aloud while momentarily hiding my blushing face by pulling my hoodie over it.

Sure we had a lot of great memories in Yomi Town for that short time; he helped me shop for my friends, we watched all those setting suns in that beautiful dimension, and we made that necklace from the temple together that he still wears… He even came all the way to Lava Shores and helped me during all that horrible stuff with the Madame… We have been doing fun things together more frequently… He met my friends and somewhat became friends with them in the process… And he wants to be apart of our band … He has a wonderful voice and a kind heart… and a sincere smile…

I pushed the hood of my sweatshirt back in its previous position as my red bangs were free to poof up again. Now within the city, I stopped in front of a shop window and examined myself--more so my insecurities. My body is nowhere near as slender as Indigo, and I’m top-heavy so I try to hide behind layers or oversized clothes. Unlike everyone else, my horns are under-developed so I always wear something over my head to cover them up. And being a Stone Demon, the rough patches of rock on parts of my skin are hard to miss. How could anyone find such imperfections attractive…

Yet Tom still looks at me as if none of that matters. Others get annoyed with how clumsy or clueless I can be sometimes, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. And even though he is a prince, he treats me like I’m equal to him. I remember when I first met him, he had this happiness about him that seemed like he were invincible. I wanted to be apart of that happiness. But then, when we met again, when he must have been fighting with his girlfriend at the time, that happiness was waning. She must have been so important to him to cause such a change in him… Can I be that important for him? I can’t deny that when I see him he does make me happy, but could I really have the same affect on him? Could he one day find that invincible kind of happiness because of me?

I slowly started to walk away from the shop window as I folded my arms across my chest. I hung my head and remained deep in thought.

Who am I kidding? Why would such a great caring guy like Tom want to be with a slacker like me? Instead of planning my future as a Belmonte, I’m consumed by music and games like my sister said. What use could I be to the future of the Underworld? I’m not adventurous or wild. I’m content with the simple pleasures in life and am comfortable doing things or going to places I’m familiar with or have been thousands of times. And I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, I have no experience in that department. But despite all of that, he’s still a prince and I’m just a city girl.

However, he’s more than just a prince to me now. He’s my friend. I care about him just as much as I care about all my other friends and my family. But is it wrong I’m starting to think of him more than just a friend? Unlike them, I get a different feeling around him. I love spending time with him. I love that he tolerates my unconventional family and that he gets along with my wild friends. I even dream about him. He is literally the first thought I wake up to most days. Is this what falling in love with someone is like? Maybe I should tell him how I’m starting to feel...

“And the last to arrive like always is…” Indigo announced.

Blair did a drum roll with zir hands on zir thigh and added energetically, “Ta-Da! Raya!”

“Sorry, guys.” I apologized as Blair hopped over to me and wrapped zir arm around my shoulder.

We were all gathered in Inferno Park which was situated at the heart of Chernabog City. It was a chasm filled area with lava deposits flowing sluggishly from its various orifices beneath long bridges built above. The urban park was often a place for more active demons to exercise being a hub for various forms of recreation such as Ultimate Ouija, molten rock climbing, and Casketball just to name a few.

“Hey, you may be the last to arrive but at least you’re on time today.” Blair spoke positively but then grew a mischievous expression that rivaled Shaila as ze said, “You must be excited for where we are going.”

I felt myself beginning to blush again as I gasped, “W-what? Uhm--”

“I think we all are pretty excited, to say the least.” Tiras corrected/saved me. He had been sitting on a boulder with his arms folded while Kraven sat below on the ground munching away at some elote. George had his typical stance next to Indigo and was reading a book as Blair and I rejoined the formed circle.

Tiras jumped down from his seated position and approached me. Instead of his usual air of arrogance, he seemed to have a burning resolve within. He asked me, “You ready? This may be it. We finally might be able to reach your dream.”

Upon hearing Tiras’s words, he stirred a different emotion from within me. Although many dreams were becoming reality lately, this one was an aspiration of mine all of my friends knew too well. I had always envisioned being apart of a band. And the day I suggested we started are own, I was surprised how everyone agreed without hesitation. This was indeed very important to me not just because it was just some hobby. Music was something that brought all of us together. It was our escape from the stresses of our home life, our passion we created to share with all who dare listen, and our symbolism of our friendship.

But no matter how good we become, our voices didn’t have the strength or uniqueness of that of a lead singer. I’m not one to fully believe in destiny, but it almost felt like fate for Tom and I to meet. He was the piece we were possibly missing all along. Maybe that is where my infatuation with him grew… Was it because of his singing that started all this? I’m not fully sure…

I gazed at everyone--all of my friends. They stood encircling me and shared the same look as Tiras. I smiled contently and said, “Let's sail away then.”

Everyone agreed with a nod.

I placed my hands to the ground below and pulsed my energy through it as it began to fissure around us instantly. Tiras brought his hands up, creating a mighty gust of wind that hurled down within the cracks. Suddenly, we began to rise as the ground that divided us was unearthed to create a floating platform.

Tiras pointed his hands forward as his squall of wind moved us along. He valiantly announced, “Next stop, Lucitor Castle!”

“Reporting live from the Musty Mountain, there has been a recent influx of tourism to our nation of the Underworld. Behind me you can see that construction is underway for our new border patrol organization to properly vet out travellers to the area and maintain our homeland security. So far, businesses of Lava Lake Beach have reported a steady boost in consumerism and an increase in real estate property sales in the area. Furies have also been branched out to maintain the peace between current inhabitants and newcomers-- ”

I walked into my Dad’s study to see he was working on a few things at his desk with the news report broadcasting in the background on his overhead monitor.

“Hey Dad, would I be able to use the cellar today? Some friends are coming over and I don’t want to disturb you while we practice some music.” I asked him.

My Dad glanced up from whatever he was writing and smiled as he said, “Friends? Coming over here? Well, that’s great to hear, son, it’s been a while since you brought friends--or anyone for that matter--over.” He stood up from his desk and approached me. While giving me a very fatherly stare, he rested his hands on my shoulders and questioned me, “And do any of these friends happen to be that special girl you mentioned before?”

“Daaaad.” I drew out the word with a groan.

“Heh, I know, I know, no overbearing-parent-stuff... ” He chuckled to himself and stepped away from me. He placed his hands behind his back as he gazed out the floor length window of his office. “I just want you to know that your Mother and I just worry about you, son. Especially after what happened…”

“Dad, I promised I wouldn’t use my life energy again--”

“Not that, son.” He interrupted while turning to face me with a very concerned look. “I mean your breakup with Star.”

I was a little taken aback by this topic he wanted to discuss. Usually these kinds of subjects are left to Mom. And I told him already that I was over it. But he is my Dad, and he often times presents a different perspective that I’ve never realized before, so maybe it was best to hear what he had to say. Therefore, I decided to sit down in the chair in front of his desk and give him my full attention.

He proceeded to sit back down in his own chair behind the desk and explained himself further. “Your Mother and I were away on business during all of this… change going on. It’s a brand new kind of world up above now. And it is still hard to grasp that you, Star, and--Marco was it-- played a huge part in this whole merging of dimensions. You must’ve been going through so much at the time to have that AND a fresh breakup on your plate…”

“Yea… It was rough at first…” I began to say with a sullen expression but then gave my Dad a reassuring smile. “But I was able to find someone to help me along through the rough parts.”

He returned my smile with one of his own and leaned forward on his desk with his elbows. “I’m glad, son. And I’m sorry your Mother and I couldn’t be there for you. Heartbreak can be a very hard thing to fully overcome. Star was special to you, being your first girlfriend and all. Although, I’m glad you both worked it out and remained friends. I just hope that kind of pain doesn’t happen again for you because what if next time the closure isn’t so healthy. Just know, if it were to happen again, your Mother and I are here for you and want you to be safe. So whatever you plan to do, just really think it over and make sure it is something you’ve set your mind and your heart on.”

My Dad then reached over and placed one of his hands on one of mine lying on his desk. “You’re important to us. You are our legacy not because you are a prince, but because you are our son.”

Upon hearing his words, I smiled to myself as I gazed at his hand on mine. How could I be so lucky to have such loving parents? I understand where he is coming from and how much he cares about the choices I make. Star and I breaking up WAS painful. I loved her so much and for so long. I could’ve handled the situation in a way that could've been harmful for not only myself but for those around me too. However, I know now what all I can lose by letting my anger or depression take control of me. I didn’t want to let any of the ones I care about down ever again.

“Ahem, anyway…” He leaned back in his chair again and cleared his throat as our sentimental conversation came to a close. “Back to what you asked earlier. I’ll have the maids clean up the cellar for you and your friends, just give them time to do so. About an hour or two. So maybe have your friends hang out in your room for a bit.”

I gave him a toothy grin and replied, “Thanks, Dad!”

“When are they coming?” He asked.

I glanced over at the sundial near the window and told him, “Any minute now.”

“And did you remember to bring in and feed Lord Fool-leroy?”

I stared blankly at my dad and gasped, “Crap…”

The platform the arriving guests had been travelling on descended a few yards away from Lucitor Castle. It pounded down into the earth and became one with it so each passenger could dismount.

“This is wicked cool! It’s my first time seeing it so close!” gasped Blair.

“Well, if you had been invited to the Blood Moon Ball like I was, you could’ve seen it a long time ago and not be so easily impressed.” Indigo lightly goaded.

“Alas, you and I only grazed the surface of the many secrets held within. The ballroom was our only venture so speaking as if you attained some vast knowledge from our first encounter is nothing more than a mere untruth.” George corrected her.

Indigo folded her arms and rolled her eyes at the boy’s statement.

Tiras walked in between the two and brought their attention back to the situation at hand. “You both can argue later, let’s quit wasting time and head in!”

The pair nodded and began to walk toward the entrance with the others. However, they were soon stopped in their tracks as the ground began to tremble systematically in intervals around them.

“What’s going on!? Another earthquake!?” Blair blurted out.

Raya tried to say as she flopped into the air from the tremors, “Earthquake vibrations are irregular and constant, this is as if it were a--”

And as if on cue, a huge orange spotted beast came bounding from around the castle and was heading right for them.

“Uh, What is that!?” Indigo shouted.

“A guard dog maybe?” Raya answered.

The orange creature loomed over them and began to growl ferociously while showing his sharp teeth.

“He doesn’t look so happy to see us…” Blair commented while helping Raya up from the ground.

“What do we do?” Indigo cowered behind George.

“Fight or flight?” George asked, looking to Tiras.

Tiras had dropped into a fighting stance and was waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

But suddenly, Kraven stepped forward and approached the beast.

“What are you doing, are you crazy?!” Indigo screamed.

Kraven stared up at the beast with a very serious expression but then began to grin. He reached from behind him and presented a bag full of some type of jerky he had stashed for later. He slowly pulled out a thick chunk of it and waved it to the creature.

The beast was puzzled but began to sniff at the piece Kraven held up to it. Instead of a snarl, a joyous bark escaped the beast as his long tail wagged happily. It proceeded to gobble up the jerky and lick at the generous boy.

The others stood with their mouths agape.

“Of course Kraven knows when another being is hungry.” Tiras remarked.

Raya smiled and added, “Food is the universal language after all.”

“Little Lord Fool-leroy!” Tom shouted in a very disciplinary tone. He levitated down from a balcony overhead and joined the group below. The creature leaped over to Tom and rubbed his head against his body in a cuddle. “Okay, okay, down boy.”

“That’s your pet?” Tiras asked him.

“Yea, he can get cranky when he hasn’t eaten by now--” Tom replied but then focused his attention back on his orange companion as he rubbed his belly and said in a playful tone, “--but really you’re just a little ole softie aren’t you, boy.”

“Little is an understatement, don’t ya think?” Indigo questioned.

Raya giggled at the sight and walked over to both of them. She brought her hand to Little Lord Fool-leroy and he accepted her to pet him. “He’s so cute.” She said as she smiled sweetly over at Tom, causing him to blush slightly.

“Yea, when he doesn’t want to eat us.” Indigo mentioned with her hands on her hips. She was watching the exchange very closely.

Tom decided to give his guests a tour of his castle home while they waited for the maids to finish cleaning the cellar. They had all been enthralled with everything he showed them since this was the first time any of them could get an exclusive look inside Lucitor Castle. This was also his first time showing anyone around his home as well so he was quite excited about that.

“There’s the great hall, and the theater, oh and that leads out to the boneyard.” Tom pointed out various highlights as they walked down the hallway with many paintings hanging on the walls of past Lucitor royalty.

“This is wicked cool!” Blair commented giddily.

“And here we’ve reached the best part of the whole place… My room!” Tom announced while swinging the door to his chamber open.

Each one of the teenagers walked through and were now standing atop a flight of narrow stairs that led down to his inner sanctum. Tom’s room was bigger than any of theirs and fitting for the demon prince. The first thing to catch their eye was the glowing fire flowing down from the mouth of a huge skull display on his wall and into a small jacuzzi-like pit beside his bed. A pair of arcade machines aligned the wall and a casketball hoop hung on the wall by the entrance of his walk-in closet. There was a spinning torture wheel with a tub of water below it and a diabolical ping-pong table centered in the room. Skeletons of horned animals adorned parts of his walls and stalagmites protruded from several areas on the floor. If any of them weren’t impressed before with the other parts of the castle, they definitely would be now.

“Whoa…” Blair and Raya gasped.

“Okay, now THIS is room.” Indigo exclaimed.

“Très cryptique.” George applauded.

“...” Kraven’s mouth hung open in awe.

“Is there anything you don’t have?” Tiras added completely mystified.

Tom’s guests wandered down the steps and began to look around his room.

Blair picked up a trophy sitting on one of his night stands and read the plaque. “Oh! Raya look, he is a ping-pong champion.” Ze showed zir friend.

“You may have someone to give you a challenge then with such a title.” Tiras commented.

“Oh? You’re good at it too?” Tom asked her.

“Good? She rocks it!” Blair answered for her with a grin as ze placed zir arm around her shoulders. Raya blushed slightly embarrassed from the praise.

“You wanna play?” Tom asked her while picking up one of his paddles and blushing a little himself. Raya looked up at him still unsure but with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Indigo intervened. “Hey, we played games yesterday, let's talk about the band.”

“Oh that’s right.” Tom went along with the change of subject but then smiled at Raya. “Next time?”

Raya nodded in agreement and smiled back at him. “Sure.”

All of the teenagers proceeded to sit on the floor in a circle to converse further.

“So, your band is called the Seven Undeadly Sins?” Tom remembered from towards the end of their time at the arcade.

“Yep! Seven members and we aren’t dead sooo yea! Hehe.” Blair answered.

“Great name and all...” Tom rubbed the back of his head, unsure how to go about his next comment. “But you guys don’t get a lot of flack for it being an acronym for... sus?”

“What’s sus?” Indigo asked.

“N-nevermind.” Tom brushed it off. ‘That’s right, they don’t do social media.’

“Still sounds cool to me.” Blair beamed.

Raya piped up, “We haven’t really performed in front of an audience yet…”

“Oh, I see…” Tom replied.

It was Tiras’s turn to speak, “Well, we all decided on the name because it sounded cool AND fits all of our personalities...”

“The sins do?” Tom blinked puzzled.

“Alas, the only true sin is that of mediocrity.” George theorized.

“O.. Kay…” Tom was still confused.

“Alright, bud. Check this out.” Tiras explained further by pointing at each one of his friends as he described them.

“Blair is Pride.”

“Hehe!” Blair giggled.

“George is Greed.”

“More so for knowledge instead of monetary needs.” George theorized.

“Indigo is Envy, no surprise there.”

Indigo stuck her tongue at Tiras playfully.

“Kraven is obviously Gluttony.”

Kraven didn’t respond as he munched on his jerky from earlier.

“Raya is Sloth.”

Raya shrugged with a smile, “Can’t deny that one I guess, heh.”

“I am Lust, of course.” Tiras announced full of haughtiness while pointing to himself.

Tom caught the group sarcastically roll their eyes. He chuckled to himself but stopped immediately once Tiras pointed to him.

“And you… You’re Wrath.”

“W-Wrath?” Tom repeated his position a bit hesitantly “… Oh but I can’t be—“

Tiras leaned over and patted Tom on the shoulder lightly as he spoke, “Tom, buddy! You are Prince of the Underworld. Wrath IS meant for you.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed the side of his sore arm where the other teenager attacked it.

Raya noticed Tom’s change in expression so she shared her opinion. “Tom… Our sins can sometimes be considered our strengths more than our weaknesses. You were probably taught how negative your wrath can be… But in some cases it may be what’s perfect for the situation.”

The demon prince focused on the Stone Demon girl’s words but he was still uncertain.

Indigo decided to also add, “Alone we may seem… insufficient. But when we are all together and form our bond, each one of our sins is what makes us strong. What one person lacks, the other picks up the slack.”

“Quite poetic.” George remarked.

“I’m not sure if you’re teasing but I’ll take that as a compliment.” Indigo replied.

Tom glanced down at his hands remembering what happened back in the Musty Mountain. Could such power really be considered his strength?

“Do you kind of get where we are coming from?” Raya asked him concerned with his silence.

“I think I understand…” He looked up to Raya again and they both shared smiles of reassurance.

Indigo stared at their interaction with keen interest and meant to cut in when suddenly Petey knocked at Tom’s bedroom door and entered.

“Master Tom, your Mother has prepared refreshments for you and your guests.” He announced.

“Oh, awesome. Thanks.” Tom responded as he stood up.

The rest of the group joined him.

“Your Mother… as in the Queen?” Blair asked.

“Well, yea… That’s my Mom.”

“Eeeee!!” Blair shrieked with glee. “We’re going to meet THE Queen?”

“If you all want…” Tom said calmly.

“Yay! Let’s go, let’s go!” Blair cheered while holding on to Raya.

And with that, the group moved on towards the kitchen of Lucitor Castle to meet Tom’s mother. As the demon prince led the way, Indigo trailed behind pondering over a plan.

George slowed his pace to match hers as the rest of their friends moved on. He asked, “What do you dare do?”

“W-what do you mean?!” Indigo snapped out of her conscience.

George stepped in front of the girl and blocked her path. His monotone voice had a hint of caution peppered over it and his expression was much more gloomy than usual as he forewarned, “When Envy breeds unkind division: there comes the ruin, there begins confusion.”

“Are you reading my emotions again? I told you not to use your powers on me!” Indigo fumed with red cheeks as she pushed passed him.

But suddenly, George grabbed onto Indigo’s hand to keep her from fleeing.

This was definitely out of the ordinary for him to do so she slowly looked back at him with an obedient carefulness. George wasn’t one to engage in confrontation, and he oftentimes watched events play out without any type of intervention. But, having known him the longest from when they were young, Indigo held her tongue because she knew he was being serious with what he had to say next.

George released his grip on her once he knew she understood his intentions. He did not break his gaze as he spoke, “Your rivalry, although silent and unknowing to her, needs to cease. These are souls you want to meddle with now, not a contest or a game. You dare birth pure suffering?”

“You’re talking as if I mean to purposefully get in the way of something, which doesn’t exist for all you know. It definitely isn’t because Raya likes him is why I’m after him either.” Indigo noticed George arch his eyebrow while giving her a look of disbelief. She began to laugh anxiously and continued, “You forget I’m a girl and have feelings too, it ain't my fault we ended up liking the same guy. And what’s wrong with a little competition anyway?”

Indigo began to walk away from the other teen with the discussion settled in her eyes.

“Even if the result is risking friendship on both ends?” George advised.

Indigo halted her pace and seemed troubled from what he had said. But instead of having a comeback, she surprisingly continued her departure down the hallway again without saying a word.

“How grateful I am to not be cursed with such dangerous sensations that are emotions…” George sighed as he followed after her.

“There you are. Did you two get lost?” Raya asked the pair that came walking up to the group from down a long hallway. They had been standing in front of these enormous double doors crevassed into the wall and didn’t notice until they reached their destination that they had some stragglers.

“Or maybe you both wanted some alone time together.” Blair smirked impishly.

“Blair! Cut it out with your joking.” Indigo shouted rather flustered at the snickering teen’s comment.

“Lavatory.” George rused.

“Whoa, there’s a lab here too? Like the kind for a mad scientist?” Tiras asked bemused.

George slapped his hand to his forehead and groaned.

Tom chuckled at the exchange and told them, “Well, we waited for you both but here it is---” He placed his hands on the great doors and pushed them open, “--our kitchen!”

The group entered another breathtaking part of the castle. Stalactites pierced every inch of the ceiling with its central focal point being a huge flaming chandelier that made the stone of the counters glisten exquisitely from the light of the fire overhead. There were enough cutlery and pots and pans hanging on the walls to arm an army. It was humongous, bigger than his friends’ own homes even, and rightfully so. It had to accommodate the large red demon that was stationed at the counter. And from the looks of the golden crown atop her salmon-colored hair that matched Tom’s, the group knew this was in fact his mother. She was pouring a smoothie-like concoction from a pitcher into seven glasses waiting at a long island with stools for which Tom and his friends could sit upon.

“Oh… my…” Indigo murmured enchanted.

“It’s…” Raya squeaked, equally enchanted.

“The Queen!” Blair announced in a cheer and was about to take off for her when Indigo grabbed zir by the shoulders to stop zir.

“Are you crazy, that is THE Queen of the Underworld! Where’s your manners?!” Indigo scolded.

“Hey it’s alright, my Mom is totally cool with it.” Tom told them.

“Oh! Sorry, I should’ve known, silly me! You ARE the prince after all and know best, hehe.” Indigo laughed in embarrassment and released her hold on the teen. And the minute ze was free, Blair popped over to the other side of the Queen in an instant and was asking her all sorts of questions amid zir gushing. Kraven hustled over to take his seat so he could start partaking in the spread of refreshments decorating the tabletop.

As the rest of the group headed over, Tiras quickly latched onto Tom and brought him in close. “Tom, buddy! Why didn’t you tell us how gorgeous your Mom is!”

“What?!” Tom gasped as he turned red. “Dude, that’s my Mom.”

“Just saying, bro, now I see where you get your looks from.” Tiras gazed at her completely enthralled.

“Her features are that of what many demons aspire to have actually.” George added.

“You too?” Tom whined.

They all were now hanging out at the counter and relishing in the atmosphere of being such welcomed guests in Lucitor Castle. Kraven was on one side of the counter to himself and wolfing down as much as he could of the plentiful portions demon servants were constantly bringing to him. George was keeping Indigo in close proximity as he stood beside her with Tiras on the other side of her--who was ranting to Tom next to him. And Raya was on the corner with Blair by the Queen.

Although Blair had been delighting zirself in chattering away, Raya stood nervously with her hands to her chest just admiring being in the presence of such royalty. But she quickly darted her head away when she noticed the Queen look down toward her. “H-hello, erm, g-good afternoon, Your Majesty…” Raya stammered shyly with a blush.

The Queen had a very interested stare fixated on Raya.

“T-thank you for having us in your home.” the young girl bowed her head.

Tom’s mother smiled sweetly and brought her hand to Raya’s hooded head and patted it as she trilled. Raya’s heart practically skipped a beat from such a gesture.

Tom glanced over momentarily to see his Mom and Raya meeting each other and attempted to join them to give them a proper introduction but Indigo tugged on his arm.

“Oh, Tom! This is really good, have you tried it?.” Indigo stalled as she held the glass full of the smoothie up to the demon prince.

“Huh? Oh, yea, it’s demonade made from forbidden fruit.” He told her. Tiras peered over at Indigo suspiciously.

“It’s so delicious! I’ve never had it before, mmm, hehe!” Indigo praised rather excessively.

“What are you talking about, we’ve had that plenty of times at Tartarus. They make it practically everywhere.” Tiras contested. Indigo shot slits for eyes his way.

Indigo gave a shallow laugh and tried to gain Tom’s attention--which wasn’t really focused on their conversation anyway. “Oh silly me, how could I forget, well--”

“Excuse me for a second, Indigo, I’ll be right back.” Tom pardoned his way around her and headed toward his Mom and Raya. Indigo had a furious glare in her eyes as she slammed the glass down on the table. Tiras and George both shared glances with each other.

Tom came up to his Mom to introduce each other. He blushed as he said, “Raya, this is my Mom, Wrathmelior. Mom, this is… Raya.”

The Queen smiled sweetly at her son and cooed while giving his head a pat as well. She then reached down and pointed at a plate in front of the two teenagers.

“Ah, that’s rights. I remember when we went back to your sister’s shop you said you like eating the Ember Berries she didn’t sell that day and would mix them with lime and salt so…” Tom said eagerly as he reached for the plate and presented it to Raya. “I made sure to ask my Mom to make it for you.”

“Aww thank you!” Raya had that dreamlike expression fill her face, causing Tom’s cheeks to turn redder.

Blair and Kraven both seemed to smile in a way as if they knew all too well what was unfolding before their eyes. But not wanting to ruin the mood, Blair made sure to keep zir mouth shut this time.

The Queen began to chatter to Tom as if suggesting something to him.

Tom thought over what she said and then nervously looked back at Raya. He picked up one slice of the Ember Berry and asked her, “W-would you like to try it and see what you think?”

“Sure.” She said softly and, without thinking, opened her mouth and Tom went to feed it to her but then--

“Gyaggh!” Indigo yelped as she accidentally bumped into Tom’s back hard enough to make him drop the plate from his hand and spill it to the floor, shattering it instantly. The Queen gasped worriedly while Blair and the others rushed to their side.

Raya had caught Tom by the shoulder and helped him maintain his balance. “Are you alright, Tom?” She asked.

Tom straightened himself up again and replied, “I’m fine, I’m fine…” He saw the mess on the floor and became very upset, “Ugh, seriously. Look at this, they’re all ruined!”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe that happened, and to one of Raya’s favorite snacks too! I’m so clumsy, I must’ve slipped on a wet spot on the floor.” Indigo rambled as she held her hands to her face in feigned horror.

“Wet spot? I don’t see a wet spot?” Blair was crouched down on the floor and trying to look for the culprit.

The Queen and Raya booth kneeled down to begin cleaning up the litter of fruit and broken porcelain. But in her haste, Raya misguidedly grabbed for a sharp sliver and seemingly nicked her finger.

Instinctively, an overly concerned Tom bent down and clasped his own hands around her injured one, “Are you alright, did you cut your hand!”

Indigo’s heart stopped at the very sight.

Raya took a second to respond as she admired his worry for her. She explained while gazing intently at their joined hands. “No harm done… I’m a Stone Demon after all, that type of material isn’t strong enough to cut my skin…”

Indigo was about to take it upon herself to intrude again but suddenly she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to quiet her.

“Oh look at that,” Tiras spoke his objective loudly, “Some of that food spilled on you too, Indigo! Let me help you clean that up in the laboratory.”

“Lavatory.” George corrected him.

“Yea that place!” He acknowledged as he dragged Indigo out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

Tiras let the double doors shut behind him before he finally released his hold on the girl.

“What are you doing?!” Indigo raged.

“Me?! What’s gotten into you?” Tiras pointed at her, angry himself.

“I think it is rather obvious.” Indigo snapped.

“George told me what you’ve been up to. What a coincidence you just so happened to bump into them.” He confronted her.

“It was an accident.” She lied.

“And every time they have a moment between each other, were those accidents too when you interrupted them?” Tiras questioned.

“Ha! Like whatever. What are you even talking about, I don’t see how this involves you.” Indigo fumed but she soon changed her tone and asked him, “What’s with the sentiment anyway? That’s not like you…”

“You’d have to be blind if you don’t see what’s going on between those two…” Tiras glanced away from the girl’s gaze as he spoke with some dejection in his voice.

Indigo became interested in Tiras’s change in behavior and grew a mischievous smirk. “Are you the same Tiras? You of all people are giving up? I thought you had a crush on Raya for the longest time?”

Tiras blushed as he explained, “Y-yea, I may have liked her before… I mean, I still like her but now I realize it’s more of a protective brother-sister kind of like… Tom is pretty awesome… And if both of them can make each other happy, who are we to come in between that…”

Indigo’s eyes softened at the boy’s words. Knowing him for how long she has, this kind of mindset would never have been expected from him. It was almost endearing.

“Besides, I now have an eye for a new type of woman. One just like the Queen.” He proudly declared with an arrogant grin.

Never mind, this is definitely the same Tiras. Indigo sighed.

“Hey you two!” Blair popped zir head from a shadow ze formed on the door.

“Eeeghh!” Tiras and Indigo shrieked in unison from their friend’s sudden appearance.

“Haha, sooooo the servants are cleaning up that mess but that red flying demon from earlier just came to tell us the cellar is ready for us to practice in!” Blair announced excitedly.

Both Tiras and Indigo looked to each other and seemed to get their head back into why they were at Lucitor Castle in the first place. No more playing around. They both nodded and told Blair, “Well, what are we waiting for!”

The cellar of Lucitor Castle was just as big as its structure upstairs with an atmosphere that was dark, dank, and dreary. The lighting was minimal from the torches hanging from the walls and it had a spooky echo to accompany those who spoke. It was the perfect place for the budding band to let loose.

“‘Kay, I digs it.” Tiras remarked while scanning over the area.

“Ghastly prepossessing indeed.” George commented.

“Ohhh where does that hallway lead?” Blair wondered ready to venture off but Indigo grabbed on to zir to keep zir with the group.

Tom had his hands on his hips and looked proudly at the space that would become a place they would all hang out at a lot after today. But there was still one other problem…

“Um, Tom.” Raya piped up from his side. “We didn’t think we would practice today. We totally forgot our instruments.”

Tom grinned her way and seemed to already have a solution. “You aren’t the only ones that are into music, you know. Look over there.”

The demon prince pointed over to a wall to reveal every instrument imaginable hanging there! From the smallest drum kit to the largest Tuba, there was enough to outfit multiple marching bands if they wanted to. Everyone ran over to the wall completely thrilled.

“And, that’s not it.” Tom declared as he gathered their attention. He further revealed a spot set up like a makeshift stage with surround speakers, amps, and even lights. The group of teenagers were definitely blown away.

“Totally wicked!” Blair was fired up as ze chose an electric guitar from the wall.

Tiras was strumming away at different bass guitars to figure out which one felt the best for him to use. Indigo was blowing on a trombone while George fingered a trumpet. Kraven was coming back to the wall to attain another drum to combine with the set he was assembling nearby.

Tom was enjoying the scene. He couldn’t help but smile knowing that he had finally had friends of his own down here in the Underworld. But being so engrossed in the commotion he didn’t notice Raya had come to his side.

She looked up at the boy with such adoration while she placed the strap of a saxophone around her. “This is incredible, Tom…” She murmured softly. “You’re incredible… Everything I’ve ever dreamed about… You’re the one...”

Tom took a minute to register what she just said to him. Time stood still as the noise of their surroundings seemed to quiet for only the two of them to exist in this very moment. He slowly turned his stare toward her to see her smiling at him with half-lidded eyes and in a way he hadn’t seen before. Smiling in a way that someone who loves another deeply would smile longingly at them. A way he always wished Star would have smiled at him.

Envy was watchful but silent in this moment, caving to the realization that was not that of a defeated competitor, but that of an understanding friend.

#TomVSTheUnderworldFanfic #TVTU #svtfoe #oc fanfiction #oc #starvstheforcesofevil #star vs the forces of evil #tom lucitor #The Underworld

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nova--michael · 3 years

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I need to let off some steam bc this has been bothering me so much

I get it, having a relationship is fun, especially if it's your first one. But, come on, why are leaving me hanging like this??

First Anne gets her first boyfriend and our tradition to meet once a month got thrown out of the window because she goes to see her boyfriend EVERY weekend, as if they don't go to school together and are in the same class.

And now Steve, gets into a poly relationship with two dudes and he stopped showing up to our weekly meeting, which makes me so fucking disappointed. We already had an argument about it

AND NOW ever since my friend group expanded, I am getting left behind! Griffin and Steve got really close. Griffin, Mika and Naty are really close. Steve and Naty got really close, etc! I introduce new people into the group and then they split off into their own little duo or trio group and basically leave me behind! I am always, 90%, alone. This NEVER used to happen, I used to be with EVERYONE at all times but ever since the group got bigger and people talked to each other more, nobody cares to hang out with me. Like last Friday. Sandro and Griffin split off from me to play Fifa and I sat in a little jump chair, not knowing what to do. Thankfully Nick arrived and he went to me, so in thankful for that and I hung out with him and Leon for a while but yeah, 90% of that time I was ALONE. And it's damaging my extroverted soul to the max.

My parents keep saying 'it's normal, we know" BUT I HATE THAT IT IS

I am happy I have my friend group but everyone seems to either got closer with other people or got a partner and leave me behind

I, myself, have a boyfriend for about 9 months now and I still find time to balance that relationship and my friendships. So why aren't the others doing the same? I stg I am FUCKING TERRIFIED that my bestie will find a partner and leave me behind as well because that partner is more important than me. I mean I get it, my boyfriend stands above everyone else as well but you know. I'm gonna get left behind by everyone

This fucking sucks and it's been going on for a few months now and I am about to break

I even considered one of the people that organize our weekly meeting that I trust a lot to talk about this issue but it's dumb because I am Elijah, I never have problems and am always loud, social, extroverted and annoying, I can't have issues

I hate this so much /srs

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 3 years

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My big conclusion post of my rewatch of season 3

I have previously described this season as a big fanfiction, and also the "love" season. I was completely right about the love thing - this season IS just 80 episodes of lovers quarrel. Is it like a fanfiction? Yeah, in some regards, but maybe not as much as I originally thought.

I sincerely hope Ludmila seeks therapy. Poor girl.

Parents like Priscila exists in real life and it's a bit interesting to see how she acts all nice and sweet and in a second switches to her real personality. It's also interesting to see how different people react to her. Ludmila, who grew up with her, has a hard time telling anyone something is wrong and gets quiet and does what her mother ones to not get in trouble. Violetta, who grew up with adults around her that treated her with love and care, immediately feels off when Priscila shows her true sides. She doesn't fall for her tricks. I also like that we don't know what happened to Priscila, all we know is that she is getting help.

I have said it before and I will say it again: EVERYONE LOST A BRAINCELL THIS SEASON EXCEPT JADE, WHO GAINED ONE

I really can't understand why Diecesca is the ultimate OTP, i'm sorry. Are they cute? Yes! But OTP worthy? No... I think my problem is that Francesca felt really bad at times for being a relationship with him. After their first kiss, she immediately said it felt wrong. She never wanted hide their love, she wanted to tell Violetta as soon as possible, because she hates lying. Diego told her time after time again that, no, they can't tell, and then sometimes he acted like it was her who didn't want to tell when it was he who had told her not to tell- this is confusing rdfhdxrju

Also Diego was like "we can break up if you don't want to lie" fdzhjk what

Also after their secret was out, they barely had any scenes except like. Casually hanging out.

ALSO I actually felt bad for Francesca, she so BADLY wanted to tell and SOMEONE always interrupted her

It's OOC for Violetta to dress up to spy on Leon - she would not do that. Spy on him? Yes. Create a secret identity? No. BUT I like the concept of her dressing up, Roxy is so different from her. It would have been much more fun if she and Fran just created secret identities for another reason - maybe they don't want to be themselves for once or smth and just... dress up. AND THEN THIS HAPPENS

DID FRANCESCA EVER FIND THE DIARY VILU GAVE HER THIS IS IMPORTANT I HAVE TO KNOW

Gery didn't start out annoying at first - she was kind of the whiny younger sister of Lara or smth. She was fine. And then she HAD to fuck shit up and be a bitch

Since Federico still lives in Vilu's house (even though he's not always home), I have liked the idea of him, Violetta and Ludmila just being chaotic siblings (because I, tbh, don't really ship Fedemila and there's a reason for that, that I will list further down. However, just like Fede and Vilu are a sibling duo, and Vilu and Ludmi also are a sibling duo, I kind of see how Fede and Ludmi also act like siblings)

There was a lot of... sexual undertones sometimes. It could be because i'm older and have a much more dirty mind than I did before, but also... Germán was afraid of Leon and Violetta being alone together in her room, Priscila straight up accused Angie of sleeping with Germán because she saw her in a morning gown, Diego was "so in love" with Francesca that it scared him, Olga tried to get Ramallo all season... hm

The songs are bops, but they are always bops

I lacked a lot of friendship moments, especially between Franletta >:c Season 2 made me ship them and then they give me very little content in season 3

They only had... 1 sleepover this season excuse the sleepover eps are the best ones

Diego and Leon had the most heated rivarly in season 2 and then they ?? barely interacted??? this season?? DION RIVARLY >> DION FRIENDSHIP

This was, as I said, the season of love, and yet my favorite love story was between Naty, Camila and Ludmila and it wasn't even "canon".

Naty legit tried to kiss Ludmila in a scene and Camila canonly wanted to practise kissing with her-

They were in Barcelona on 3 different occassions in under 20 episodes hrxfxjdk

Priscila is homophobic and I don't think I need to give y'all context

Ok but I honestly think Ludmila is a closeted lesbian and a big reason why she hasn't come to terms with it is because of her mother. This is likely also why Priscila dislikes Naty - because Naty is in some ways more "open" with who she is

Pablo and Angie should have been endgame and I feel like they just added Brenda so Pablo wouldn't be alone

The amount of evidence of Naty being gay I have after rewatching... I HAVE to make a video. I have to. It's coming, you'll see.

I can't get over how Leon just... knows Austin from Austin and Ally? He just appeared in his garage?? nedrmgsjkkewdhsue

Germán is a GOOD DAD. I got emotional every time he interacted with Ludmila

Also when Ludmila went inside Violetta's room and asked if she could sleep there ;v; THIS IS THE FAMILY SHE DESERVES

Priscila legit tried to kill several people I-

I... don't get emotional over the last episode. Last ep of season 1, when Violetta was gonna move away and said goodbye to her friends and family and then got to come back and Germán got to see her on stage? Emotional. Season 2, where everyone is having writer's block and Violetta is on the edge of literally being depressed and then her dad plays the piano on stage? Emotional. Season 3, where everyone is happy and get together again and they have a wedding and there are only good vibes all around? Cute. It's cute.

Now, I don't dislike season 3. On the contrary! I love it! It's just that... I like the previous seasons more. Especially season 2, the vibes in that season is so amazing.

I should've done a liveblog on my rewatch of s1 and s2 before hskdjdedhu maybe i'll do that one day, i'm sure I will rewatch them again in a near future.

Before you ask, I WILL NOT LIVEBLOG ON THE MOVIE. THE MOVIE IS A WATTPAD FANFICTION. The only things I like is the visuals and the soundtrack, and the fact that Leonetta probably had offscreen sex on the beach while waiting for rescue.

Anyway you know my post about how I would rewrite Violetta? Kinda want to do that now... though, I would change some things, like making Naty a lesbian and so on.

rkjlrusaudse I don't know what else to write I have so much and yet so little to say

But conclusion this liveblog of my rewatch of the season I remember the least about and FINALLY could watch again because swedish disney plus finally released it

Also I want to... make videos about it. I want to draw fanart. I want to write more fics. I want to... create an incorrect quotes blog or something of this show dshjfdrjue

If y'all want to get the full experience on me rewatching s3, click on the "sara rewatches season 3" tag and get access to all my random comments.

#sara rewatches season 3 #violetta #violetta 3 #rewatch #liveblog #liveblogging

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yoi-secret-valentines2017 · 7 years

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Distance

Title: Distance

Author: @amisathewriter

Summary: There are times where Yuri wishes that the physical distance between him and Otabek would shrink

Genre: fluff (for the most part)

Ship: Otayuri (can be interpreted either as romantic or as platonic)

Words: 1,388

Note: @panda-nati, this is only the first part of your gift! I’ll personally send you the link to the rest of your surprise later :D! (Otabek’s little sister based on this)

Yuri Plisetsky regretted the decision of booking the same flight as Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki. An even more regrettable decision was sitting next to the obnoxiously happy married couple for a nine hour flight. Though as regrettable those aforementioned decisions were, he couldn’t say that the reason he endured the cringiness of a couple in love wasn’t for a good reason; he was going to see his friend (and current crush) Otabek Altin skate at the Four Continents competing in Gangneung, South Korea.

If there was one person that Yuri had even remotely a smidgen of respect for (outside of his Grandpa, of course), it would have to be Otabek; hell, he wouldn’t even mind if Otabek beat him at some random competition because Otabek was that cool (well, he would be okay with it as long as it wasn’t a major competition of course, but even then Yuri would probably give him a thumbs up or something along the lines of that).

Had the flight been painful? Extremely so. Yuuri and Viktor had been disgustingly touchy with all that hand holding, cheek kissing, fingers-through-hair brushing and bleh. The worst part of it was that they had said “I love you” incessantly– so incessantly that it felt like they were saying a variation of that with every few words; it even radiated from how they touched each other! Was it that necessary to cling to each other that way? What was even worse was Yuuri’s attempts to call Viktor by some Russian petname and Viktor reciprocating that action in his husband’s native tongue. No matter how many times Yuri tried to block it out with some raging metal music– and the occasional fluffy cat videos that nobody but him could know about– but none of it really effectively soothed Yuri’s irritation at the two. By the end of the flight, he was seething with pure discomfort and of course some rage that had been amplified by angsty teenage hormones, and when the gates finally opened Yuri had been rushing out of his seat (so much so that he almost ran over some poor old lady because of how intense his need to get away from the two love birds was that strong; though, he did have to admit that it was better that the two were annoying him with their affection instead of bickering or fighting, but his teenage brain blocked out this rationality with rage and annoyance, as it does any other teen).

After they had gotten off of the plane, they sat in some chairs near the waiting area and discussed plans and the technicalities of what they were going to do before, during, and after the competition. Yuri was a bit bored and honestly jet lagged through the entire conversation. He didn’t really care much for plans during the competition because it excluded him since he had already competed–and won– the European Championships the month prior, and he and Otabek had planned to spend the days before the competition hanging out.

“Oi, old man, I’m hungry,” Yuri complained to no avail as Viktor, at the ripe old age of 29, didn’t seem to hear him. Yuri repeated, “I’m hungry,” as he fiddled with his phone some more. If the flight and the fatigue hadn’t rendered him a bit grumpy already, being ignored sure did.

Yuri tapped the older man on the shoulder. “Oi I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat.” Thrice, Yuri was ignored. He is literally deaf, Yuri thought, I knew you were old Viktor but not that old. In that moment, Yuri had found a perfect opportunity to reach his hand into Viktor’s coat pocket and slip out his wallet without the older man noticing since he was too absorbed in the conversation with his husband to actually pay attention. Yuri snuck off without either of the two noticing, snickering at his success as he wandered around.

Thanks for some cash, Viktor, Yuri thought as he merrily skipped down to where all the food was.

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After a bit of wandering, Yuri managed to find some food places. It was there that he realized that with Vikor’s credit card he could probably spend as much as he wanted– have you seen how much this guy makes–and that spending a load of Viktor’s money on food was the best revenge for 9 hours of constant “Yuuri~” this and “Yuuri~” that.

After heading to some fast food joint and ordering a burger (a rarity since he was an athlete and all; but he had to admit that he burger was pretty satisfying, as proven when he scarfed down the entire thing in a matter of mere minutes), Yuri passed by a coffee shop. Initially, he payed no attention to it since he didn’t have any particular affinity for coffee, nor did he got to coffee shops often, but he did remember Otabek mentioning how his younger sister would often go and buy something called a “frappucino” and that they were pretty good. Besides, the smaller drinks that don’t even seem all to fancy cost like a whole five dollars anyways so what better way to waste spend Viktor’s money?

He had a hard time picking at the menu, but he eventually went to choose a Caramel Frappucino, Otabek’s little sister’s favorite. Once his order came in, he immediately thought of Otabek and sent him a candid shot of his expensively luxurious drink.

Almost as soon as Yuri sent out the text, his text chime for Otabek sounded; My sister is so jealous right now. Yuri snickered in response.

And how about you, beka? Are ya jealous of me too? Yuri texted in response. He took a sip from his expensive, fancy, froufrou drink, making note about the sweet, almost dessert like taste that lingered in his mouth– not what he was expecting from a coffee shop, and definitely out of character with Otabek’s edgy and urban style. Yuri nearly snorted with laughter as he imagined Otabek and his liitle sister sipping on this dessert.

I actually am haha, Otabek replied, that drink is really good, huh?

I can’t believe you actually drink this beka. Do you drink this while leaning on your motor bike like some tough guy? Yuri couldn’t help but be amused by how the conversation was going.

I might not be able to be intimidating while drinking a drink like that but I swear my sister looks like she’s a mob boss when she drinks this.

Especially on that motor bike of yours? Wearing her bedazzled leather jacket and biker boots?

Especially on that motor bike of mine and of course with her bedazzled everything.

Yuri could barely holding in his laughter as he opened an image Otabek had sent him: it was his little sister, pink dress and bedazzled leather jacket all, glaring intimidatingly into the camera with lowered sunglasses and a caramel frappucino in her hand. It had to be one of the cutest pictures he had ever seen of the ten-year-old and he was loving every second of it. The picture was too adorably perfect not to be saved.

Tell the little brat that she has even me looking up to her right now with that level of cool she has going on, Yuri texts back.

Yuri almost immediately felt a sort of pang of nostalgia in his heart. As much as he did want to see Otabek more, the only times he could were during competitions; for the rest of the year, they were constrained to communicate mostly through texts and video chats. None of those were the same as actually seeing Otabek in person. It didn’t make up for all the simple touches that they weren’t able to share, nor did it make up for the all the time they couldn’t share just being close together. There always felt like there was distance between them when they talked on the phone that would always disappear when they got to see each other. Yuri wanted that distance to close.

The sound of a text message arriving maade Yuri’s heart race out of surprise. Yuri, look up the text said. With slight confusion, Yuri did look up. A smile had never spread across his face this fast.

“Otabek!”

And thus the distance was starting to close once more.

#yoi secret valentines #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #writing #yuri plisetsky #submission

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