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targaryen-dynasty · 3 months
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SEMPITERNAL.
final part of Precious Delights
Dad!Maegor Targaryen x niece!Reader
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WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, p in v, breeding kink, slight praise kink, kinda medieval daddy kink (?), size kink, lactation kink, lactating, pregnancy, pregnant sex
WORDS: 4.3 K
NOTES: Precious Delights comes to an end with this. I‘m a bit sad, because I really started to love the series, but I think I've managed to end it in a good way. Thanks to everyone that joined me on this journey.
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It was going to be a day of revelry. The construction of the Red Keep had been completed, and your husband found it fitting to throw a feast in celebration for those who had taken part in it. 
Taking on a fatherly aura the moment your twins took their first breaths, Maegor didn’t want the festivities to start without his precious family present, even though you were meant to depart for your chambers once they started to indulge themselves in bawdier things. 
“You have to sit still if you want Mama to finish the braid quickly,” you warned the little girl sitting in front of you, though there was no sharpness to your tone, knowing you could not expect your daughter to sit still for so long. She was just three summers old after all, and just as excited about the feast as everybody else. 
Your own flowing locks loosely cascaded down your back and shoulders, not combed and unbraided as you had been taking care of your children the whole morning, often taking their care into your own hands as they were a blessing from the Gods above. And, while Visenya was clad in a black dress that once belonged to you when you were around the same age, your swollen curves still were concealed by a white nightgown. 
The raspy chuckle you heard, as your little girl didn’t remain still long enough for you to finish the task properly, prompted you to turn your head towards your husband, sitting in a stool not too far away while the barber tended to his hair and neatly trimmed beard. 
You raised an eyebrow in innocent enquiry at the sound, which briefly changed into something different while your eyes flickered over his frame. He was dressed, but barely. His cloak, and most pieces of his wardrobe, still were draped over a chair across the room from where he sat. His torso was exposed from the waist up, covered only by the leather breeches he wore. 
Maegor had a grin on his lips – entirely different to the expression he usually wore around servants and maids. In the confines of your chambers, he often lowered his guard, not too concerned about what others thought was proper. But in the presence of other people, he was always focused on remaining harsh and cold, wanting to display his dominance and power. 
“Have you been at this all morning?” Maegor asked, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes trailed over your body just like yours had done before. A hint of nervousness filled your veins, and you scolded yourself internally for your thoughts to stray towards things you should not be thinking at that moment. 
Not bothering to hide the blush that covered your cheeks, you finally replied. “Yes, I started at first light, not long after you left. I was hoping to finish before sundown, but this little one…,” you emphasized the word, causing your daughter to glance over her shoulder, flashing her father a big smile, “... has other ideas.”
You continued to braid her hair, trying to stop the braid from becoming too tight whilst also keeping the little princess’ fidgeting at bay. The barber was done trimming Maegor’s beard at this point, packing his utensils and scurrying off at once. 
“You would think that at three she would be more disciplined,” you sighed, smiling softly at your daughter. “But she takes after you.” Briefly pressing your lips into a thin line, you wondered if you had overindulged yourself in the bantering the moment the words slipped past your lips, and if Maegor knew you were just joking. Partially, at least. 
Visenya was the spitting image of your husband in more ways than one. Not when it came to the looks, as she was taking after you in that, but her rambunctious spirit was most definitely one of the attributes she shared with him. Aerion, however, was a different story. His looks resembled Maegor’s more and more with each passing day, while he had inherited your gentle presence. 
As Maegor chuckled, your frayed nerves calmed again. “You might have been better off dressing yourself before attempting to braid her hair,” he jested. 
“And I thought you might have helped, instead of sitting there and making witty comments,” you replied, glancing at Maegor, and trying to disguise your slight frustration as playfulness, directing your husband to your current predicament. 
You knew you couldn’t expect the King to take care of his children, not on an important day like this, but you also knew that Maegor more often than not had deferred his duties in the past in order to bond with the twins. 
Not wanting to admit defeat, you continued to braid your daughter’s hair, fighting against her lack of patience, and trying to finish before she kicked the entire braid off her head. Eventually, you were successful, pulling the braid into a bun behind little Visenya’s head. 
Maegor rose from his seat, and walked over to where you sat behind your daughter. He focused his attention on her, admiring her and your work for a moment, a soft sigh escaping him as he scooped her up into his arms. 
You smiled at the sight, your heart swelling in your chest, more so as you watched the gentleness with which he handled her. In a feeble attempt, Visenya tried to escape his bear hug, grumbling slightly as he snuggled her head and smelt her hair. It was the same as whenever you did it, but something in your children’s scents was just too intoxicating. 
Tilting his head back, Visenya’s little hands grazed over his beard, seemingly enjoying the feeling of the coarse hairs under her fingers just as much as you did, before she placed them at the sides of his thick neck for stability. 
He smiled softly at your daughter, a smile that scarcely graced his features when looking at you. It was gentle and loving, and whenever his eyes met yours, his expression was tinted with desire and longing. 
“Does Mama not know that your Papa is a skilled swordsman, and not a hairdresser?” Maegor asked your daughter in a playful tone, swaying her in his arms and pressing his lips to her temple. She was giggling uncontrollably, barely comprehending what he said, clearly keening at his affection and attention. 
When the doors to your chambers opened, the wet nurse came in with a styled and dressed prince at her side. Getting Aerion ready had taken you one hour at most, and was far less complicated. 
Upon spotting his father carrying his sister in his strong arms, the boy all but barrelled towards him in jealousy. The wet nurse failed to pull him back, leaving him as he tugged on the leg of Maegor‘s leather breeches, demanding to be picked up as well. 
You used the opportunity and leaned past Maegor, trying to fix a stray strand of Aerion’s silver hair – but the excited boy didn't have any of it. 
“My my, look who is here,” Maegor said with a smile, kneeling down while carrying Visenya on his hip.
The boy hugged his father tightly, squeezing him with all the strength he could muster with his tiny arms, which left Maegor chuckling. You could not feel any greater joy than seeing the brute of a man, mostly known for his harshness, so soft and full of affection for his children. 
“I want up, Papa. I want up, now,” the boy demanded, wrapping his arms around Maegor’s neck. The sight was adorable, and you could see on your husband’s face just how much he basked in your children’s affection. 
“Up you say, mh?” Placing a hand under the boy’s bottom, your husband lifted him up with ease, carrying both children on his hips. 
You sighed, bringing a hand to your swollen belly as you planted your feet firmly on the ground, and slowly rose from your seat. It was evident Maegor had wanted to help you, to reach out to support you, but with both arms filled with your twins, he could merely offer you his forearm for you to hold onto. 
This pregnancy was not as woeful as your first one, truly a blessing from the Gods above. And your husband was more generous this time as well, allowing you to walk the gardens and the keep all by yourself, despite it taking you a bit longer to be with child again. The pregnancy in general was not that strenuous for your body, though your breasts and bump had swollen to ridiculous proportions already, and you barely exceeded the fifth moon. 
Approaching them, you brought both hands up to their cheeks, the pad of your thumbs brushing along their soft skin as they leaned into your touch. “That is enough, you two,” you hummed, smiling softly. “You must go with Erena now. We have guests arriving soon, and Mama is not ready yet. It would not do to keep our guests waiting.” 
The twins pouted, but with neither you nor Maegor being too lax with them, they knew there was no chance they could stay for any longer. You motioned for the wet nurse to approach, before you cupped your children’s faces one by one, and pressed a kiss to their foreheads. 
“Aye, you have heard your mama,” Maegor said, having your back. His eyes had taken over a half-lidded look as they were all but glued to your features, your lips mostly, watching you and admiring your motherly aura. 
He put both of them down, but not without ruffling your boy’s hair in a way that had you taking in a deep breath, trying to keep the anger of him destroying Aerion’s hairdo at bay. 
Clinging to the wet nurse's hands, they left the room at once, no doubt going to their chambers for her to read them a book. There were merely two servants around you at this point, stopping in their tracks as Maegor’s deep voice rang out. “Leave us,” he ordered sternly, his usual demeanor crawling back to the surface. 
It was the side of him your children were not meant to see, at least for now, and with Maegor’s paw coming to your swollen belly once you were alone, the softness returned. Cupping your bump gently, he looked down at it in awe.
“Are you ready for the feast?” you asked, smiling softly at him before your eyes trailed over the expanse of his bare chest. 
“I am, for as long as you’re by my side,” he said, his other hand trailing over the slight curve of your waist. Both his hands now rested where the swell was, feeling the gentle curve of your bump. When he spoke again, you could hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice, his words making you chuckle. “But I fear the crowd will pay more attention to you than me.” 
Bringing your hands up to his face, you cupped it just like you had done with the twins before, your thumbs brushing the stubble on his jaw. His eyes softened, fixing yours. “I can not wait for you to be with my fourth child,” he spoke with a mischievous grin. 
You raised a brow. “Oh, only if you will be the one carrying the babe,” you retorted, the tease in your voice and sparkle in your eyes hinting at something only he would understand. “I doubt this pregnancy will spare me from the terrible birthing pains, and I do not know whether I can endure it for a third time.”
Maegor sighed at your words, his hands running over your sides once more, before one moved to the back of your head, threading into your thick locks. Gently tugging your head back, he leaned down to press a kiss to your jaw. 
“Would you like me to try?” he chuckled against your skin, pulling back just enough for you to spot the smirk on his lips. His tone had taken on a huskier edge, one that always forced you to squeeze your thighs together. “The Gods will be on our side this time. There will be only one babe, I am sure.” 
Licking his lips, he kept his grip on your hair, and pulled your face towards his. You anticipated a kiss, but alas, he kept a few inches between your faces, your heavy breaths fanning over each other's lips. 
You tried to chase him for a kiss, but Maegor kept your head in place. “I hope you know the dangers of challenging a Targaryen man,” he teased. 
Oh, you did know. More than once had he proven that it was just not wise to challenge him. It was impossible for him to resist a good challenge, no matter how bold or brazen. Your late brother Aegon was the perfect example, and also the reason he and his dragon Quicksilver were slain by your uncle in the Battle Beneath the Gods Eye. 
Slinging your arms around his thick neck, you kept your eyes locked with his, a mischievous glint flickering in them. “I shall take my chances,” you replied, biting your bottom lip. 
That was the last bit that caused his resolve to crumble. Bowing his head forwards, he pressed his lips to yours fervently, void of any gentleness. Your hair was released, only for him to snake one arm around your waist and bring the other to your arse. Cupping it, it was easy for him to lift you up, holding your body to his in a cradle carry with your lips still connected. 
You pulled back from him to chuckle breathlessly. “We can’t… not now,” you laughed, bringing a hand to his bare chest as if you meant to stop him. “Our guests will soon arrive.”
But he was not having any of it. “Oh, is that so?” he taunted, slowly walking towards your marital bed, shrugging his shoulders when he came to a stop. “Let them, they can wait.”
You stared up at Maegor with wide eyes as he placed you down on the bed, one of your hands cupping your bump, while the other just rested on your chest, your full breasts hard and heavy. He stood at the side of the bed, and began to undo the laces in the front of his breeches. 
As much as you wanted to lock your gaze with his, your eyes always trailed down to where his fingers were fumbling with the laces, your breathing growing heavier and your mouth running dry. 
Maegor was the most handsome of all men, and his other skills were unparalleled. Even though his cock was the only one you had seen, you knew Maegor was very well endowed, and probably possessed one of the most beautiful cocks in Westeros.
Unable to wait any longer, you tugged the skirts of your nightgown up as much as your bump allowed, and shimmied your way out of your smallclothes. Your swollen belly was obvious, but you hadn’t thought of it as so obtrusive. But your husband didn’t seem to mind, if anything, he was even more determined and motivated to have his way with you.
Maegor eyed you just as hungrily, and his jaw set as he noticed the slight glistening of your womanhood as you spread your legs. You were eager and ready to take him. 
Stripping the last of his clothes off, Maegor joined you in bed, making himself at home between your parted legs. Leaning over you, careful not to put any of his weight on your bump, he planted kisses to the side of your neck, trailing up to your lips. His large frame completely covered your significantly smaller one, making you feel protected and safe as your fingers entangled into his silver strands, tugging on them gently and keeping his lips locked on yours. 
His cock was hard, pressing snugly against your soaked womanhood, sure to coat the underside of it and the sac of his stones in your arousal. You couldn’t help but to grind your hips against him, rutting your swollen folds against his hard member which prompted him to groan against your lips. 
“Be still, would you,” Maegor scolded, but his tone was void of any harshness. 
But you couldn’t. Not when your body craved to be filled by him so badly. And Maegor seemed to notice your despair. He sat back on his haunches, looking down at you. The pout on your lips had him smirking smugly. “You have teased me long enough,” you whimpered, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s what I deserve after this strenuous morning.”
Raising his brow, Maegor sighed – he was admitting his defeat. “I shall make it quick for you then.”
His hands roamed over your bump, the white silk allowing them to slide over it with ease. He then proceeded to lean to the side, fetching one of the pillows next to you and folding it in half. 
Maegor hooked one hand beneath your knee, and used that grip to lift your hips, slipping the pillow beneath them to slightly raise your body for him, and make your back arch in a way that was not uncomfortable. It caused your swollen breasts to spill from the low neckline of your nightgown, the white silk dampened and darkened by the droplets of milk that had oozed out of your hardened buds. 
“Let me take care of you, mama,” Maegor drawled, his dark blown eyes traveling over your frame. Despite most of your body still concealed by your nightgown, he couldn’t be any more attracted to and aroused by you than he was in that moment.  
Gripping the base of his cock, he used your arousal to tug on him once, twice, before aligning the tip with your throbbing entrance. He was completely focused and careful as he pushed inside, moving slow enough for you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag along your walls. 
“Gods be good,” you moaned, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out by him, bliss taking over your senses. 
Your husband remained upright, his hands on your knees as he started with a slow, deep grinding. Your smaller one found his and held onto him for stability and to feed your longing for his touch, your eyes never leaving his. You felt the familiar heat building in your belly quicker than usual, the coarse hair around his member grazing over your sensitive pearl every time he moved and fueling the pleasure you felt. 
“You truly were made for me,” he grunted, a large hand moving to splay over your bump, covering most of it. “The most beautiful woman in the realm, swollen with my seed and carrying my children.” With a blush covering your cheeks, you bit your bottom lip, stifling a wanton moan. 
Noticing the color on your cheeks, Maegor smirked, slightly increasing the pace of his hips, his cock hitting deep enough to drag over the spot that had you whining and whimpering. You were squeezing him so well, making it impossible for him to keep going for much longer – not that you had time to do so anyways. 
Your pearl throbbed with anticipation, and your cunt clenched and convulsed around his member, announcing your approaching peak and coaxing grunts and groans to escape his parted lips. 
You tipped your head back into the pillows, unraveling beneath him as you closed your eyes in bliss. 
“So good,” he groaned, reaching to rub your bump before trailing his hand up to your full breasts. “I shall fuck you full of my seed, and bed you until your womb runs dry.” You weren’t sure if it were his words, the thoughts accompanying them or the sensual rolling of his hips, but your brain went fuzzy with pleasure, clouding each thought to the point you couldn't think straight and answer him. 
His big hand tugged the neckline of your nightgown down to the point it ripped at the seam, freeing your breasts from their confines. It could have been a growl or a groan rumbling in his chest – either way it sounded threatening and dangerous, lured out by the sight of your leaking breasts. Clamping one of your darkened buds between his calloused fingers, he squeezed it to force some more droplets of milk out of it, coating his fingers in it.
Bringing them up to his lips, he sucked them clean with a groan, only for him to pay equal attention to your other breast not long after. It was not much, but already helped enough to relieve some of the pressure and ease the fullness. 
You bit your bottom lip and started up at him with half-lidded eyes, a teasing grin on your lips. “Want to get your fill, papa?” you asked, feigned innocence weaving itself through your tone. 
Maegor panted heavily, his eyes glued to where his fingers were milking you. “You little minx,” his husky voice drawled, interrupted by strained breaths. He was close. “Later.”
The coil in your belly tightened each time his body rutted against your pearl in combination with his fingers on your breasts, and it eventually snapped and allowed your peak to wash over your body with a loud cry. Maegor watched you mesmerized, relishing in the way your cunt fluttered around his cock with relief etched onto your features. 
He seized the opportunity, and bowed his bull-like body forwards, placing one hand next to your frame to support his weight as he increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Your cunt melted around his hard member, sucking him in with each snap of his hips.
You couldn't deny the slight aching that started to blossom between your legs, growing more apparent with the repercussions of your peak slowly subsiding, but you knew Maegor was racing for completion at this point, his breathing ragged and his jaw set. 
“When this babe is born…,” he rambled, panting in between the words. Strands of his blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, a sheen of sweat on his skin. “… I shall fuck another into you. I can not get enough of watching your body swell with my seed, making it clear to everyone that you are mine.”
“Y-Yes, Gods, please.” The flush on your cheeks grew hotter, matching the growing volume of your whimpers and moans. Suddenly, the thought of another babe growing inside of you didn’t seem too bad. 
It was with a final thrust of his hips that his body finally relented, his cock spending in a burst so strong Maegor stilled his movements. You felt him twitch and throb inside of you, spilling his seed and painting your walls as you milked him for every drop. 
The sight was divine. His muscular body crouched forwards slightly, blonde strands framing his chiseled features, beads of sweat highlighting his flexing muscles, and his jaw set tight enough you feared for his teeth. 
If you weren’t with his child already, you would have mounted him to make sure his seed would bear fruit. 
Every muscle in his body was tensed, until he eventually collapsed into the vacant spot right next to you, careful not to put any weight on your swollen belly. His flaccid cock slipped out of you in the process, causing you to pout at the sudden feeling of emptiness. 
But you were quickly distracted when you looked to the side, studying him carefully. The blissful smile on his lips sent heat straight through your veins again, reigniting the fire and longing for more. You traced your fingertips over his sharp cheekbones, while his hand had remained splayed over your bump in a protective manner. 
Moving to lie on his back with his arms crossed behind his head, mischievous thoughts filled your head, inspired the moment you glanced down at his thick cock. Teasing and arousing you was a weapon only Maegor possessed, and he wielded it so perfectly – intended or not. 
“Mh, our guests may have to wait a little longer,” you said, voice laced with desire. 
It was a bit troublesome for you to get up, but once you managed to do so, you moved to straddle your husband’s hips, his cock trapped between your soaked womanhood and his lower stomach.  
He watched you with an eyebrow raised, but made no move to stop you. You rutted your hips over his length, coating him in your mixed essences and coaxing him to full hardness again. 
Maegor propped himself up on his elbows, a groan leaving his lips, and brought his paws up to graze over your sides. He understood what you wanted, and was eager to give you just that. With unsurprising strength, he fisted the silk of your nightgown and tore it in half, exposing your whole body to him. 
You gasped, more because of the chill air hitting your hot skin than the shock of the sudden movements. 
Licking a flat stripe over the curve of your full breast before wrapping his lips around your hard bud, Maegor sucked on it a few times to swallow some of your milk. You moaned at the stimulation, tipping your head back as your cunt clenched around nothing. 
He pulled back with a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips and your skin, glancing up at you mischievously. And when he spoke, his voice was husky and strained, teasing you with a smug smirk on his lips. “I think they will understand.”
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salemontrial · 9 months
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My (probably unfinished) official list of everything I love about the trailer💫
- "How's it going :))-" SWERVED. ALEXANDER CLAREMONT-DIAZ GOT FUCKING S W E R V E D-
- Nora looks like she's going to stab Alex with her high heel. Also she's so pretty. Xjakcjd
- "you've done some pretty stupid things in your life, but this-" "Takes the cake? :DD-"
- The way Henry looks at them when they're lying on the floor covered in cake. It's like he's restraining himself from strangling Alex with his own suit jacket for the sole purpose of not worsening the scandal.
- "HENRY. SHOVED. ME.😡🥺" "An urge I currently share."
- Ellen in her pantsuit.. hey Ellen👉👈
- Alex is looking for ways to escape the room when she says the words "damage control" he fucking knows-
- THEY. GOT. LIL NAS X. ON THE FUCKING SOUND TRACK. Oh I p r a y they got the rights to Get Low I p r a y.
- ALEX'S FACE WHILE ZAHRA IS BRIEFING HIM HES SO DRAMATIC
- Im sorry guys henry is so fine alexander isnt going to be the only one thirsting over henry for the entire 2 hours/jjj
- That FUCKING handshake in the park. I can see the veins in their hands they are g r i p p i n g-
- these faces this is a point.
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- "My NDA is bigger than yours, I want you to know that." "You're wearing Lifts. I know that too, sweetheart." -H e a d t u r n--- HES SO FLOORED FJSNF-
- HENRY'S LITTLE MOUTH QUIRK AFTER HE SAYS THAT
- I CAN SEE THE KEY NECKLACE. I CAN S E E IT BLESS THE COSTUME DEPARTMENT SHOVING HIM IN A LOWCUT SHIRT-
- "You better act like the sun shines out of his ass and you have a vitamin D deficiency" ZAHRA HAS THE BEST LINES AND ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.
- Alex faffing about with his hair via his phone camera before the interview thats my b O Y-
- Henry slides over the box of cornettos so hard like thats the only hostile act hes allowed to parttake in
- To the person who theorized in the comments of one of my posts that Alex was going to do a little shoulder punch in the interview scene i am going to draw you a little firstprince fanart-/hj
- Because that was so funny and so fucking cute henrys fucking face through that whole interaction was just. He looks like he's actively trying to dissociate from the situation fjsjfj-
- The cancer ward🥺🥺
- Alex's u g l y ass suit at the new years gala... its such a gross jacket guys Im sorry this is what happens when you dont have jUNE TO MICROMANAGE HIS WARDROBE-
- Alex putting his arm around Henry and Henry smiling to himself because he's probably got the most insane case of butterflies
- I'm marrying the lighting director of this movie.
- GUYS GUYS SHUT UP ITS THE KISS.
- HENRY'S FACE BEFORE HE GIVES THE "Christ, you are as thick as it gets" LINE IS SO FUNNY. QUESTIONING WHY HE EVER WENT AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A DUMBASS
- THEY D O N T KISS LIKE THEYD RATHER GO DOWN A RAZOR WATERSLIDE🎉🎉🎉🎉💫💞💞🏳️‍🌈/GEN
- He does Henry's "Oh shit" face so w e l l-
- ALEX'S STETSON EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM ME
- KARAOKE SCENE KARAOKE SCENE I SEE HENRY AT THE MICROPHONE
- Guys hes g o i n g to do the thing he does with the bottle I just know it oh my god
- "Get O V E R yourself your majesty -p i l l o w-" "It's your royal HIGHNESS -p i l l o w-" "OHoho-"
- The polo match sjsjf. Same alwx-/J
- The little new voters goal thingy poster thats so cute actually-
- The pride flag in the back of the campaign office
- Henry texting while he's getting the royal preening sjcj
- never thought id cry just hearing henry say he misses alex out loud-
- THEYRE NOT SANITIZING IT TO MAKE IT PALATABLE/POS
- HENRY IN THE CLOSET I AM GOING TO SCREAM-
- "If anyone sees you leave this hotel I will brexit your head from your body....... Your royal highness." I LOVE HERRRRRR
- IF YOU FEEL FOREVER ABOUT HIM. AND THE AND THE PANNING TO THEM IN BED WITH THE SOFT LAMP LIGHT. AND THEYRE SO SOFT. AND AND AND AND. UEUE
- "Do you love him?" "What difference would it make if I did?"
- Bea's voice is so pretty sobs..
- It's always the blond autistic boys in the blue hoodies I swear to god/lh
- Theyre just chilling in their robes🥺🥺🥺
- DAVID!!!!!!!😭😭😭💞
- "Prince Henry belongs to Britain" and what if i sobbed.
- THEM HOLDING HANDS SOMEBODY SEDATE ME.
- NO SHUT UP NO GO AWAY HENRY CRYING... I TRUST HIM WITH HENRY'S HEAVIER SCENES NOW
- THEYRE AT THE LAKEHOUSE😭😭😭
- "It's like there's a rope attached to my chest and it keeps pulling me towards you"
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- THE ASS GRAB. ALEXANDER GABRIEL CLAREMONT-DIAZ
- "The night is young, ma✨" <- said as if he isn't currently groping the prince of England's ass
- She sees right fucking through him sjcjsj
CONCLUSION: I will eat my hat. The movie looks really really really fucking good, it looks spectacular and I am so excited for it. I trust them. I'm only SLIGHTLY mad they barely had Nora in it and I'm only SLIGHTLY bitter at cutting June and Luna. But I am an optimist and I will focus on the good which is that they're doing the characters incredible justice, and if I see one person try to deny their chemistry I will A Clockwork Orange their ass to this trailer for days. Because That Is Alex and Henry. That's them in front of my eyes and I think they're in very good hands and this is the most coherent thing I can write I'm still crying-/srs
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theyellowhue · 1 year
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watching Love in the Air’s past trailers and old intros are so weird because WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE???!!! The styling is so weird. 
Phayu and Rain stayed pretty consistent through the old trailers but Prapai and Sky really had some work done.
Prapai on a big bike thats not his red Ducati just gave me hives. Also Prapai on that god-awful full denim outfit??!!! burn it. You dont understand how im so thankful that LITA’s wardrobe department looked at Fort Thitipong and chose to put him in very fitting suits and button-ups with dress pants. Sky with too many accessories looked wrong. im glad that they toned down Sky’s style.
BLESS THE LITA WARDROBE DEPARTMENT.
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Just finished Season 3 of the Umbrella Academy. And okay-I have a lot of “What! Oh my god! What happened” reactions to unpack.
But I have several things to say. That’s kinda not reaction, unpack related to the story stuff.
Bless the damn wardrobe department. They deserve all the awards.
I must’ve said, “I’m totally digging his jacket” “that is a nice jacket” “seriously, that hoodie and jacket combo, fucking love it!” Anytime Viktor came on screen.
Like I need that hoodie and jacket on my life. That’s how obsessed I was with it.
And I love love! How they wove that into the story. That was just, cherry on top.
Then Diego- Diego too. The hair, the outfit. The hair. And okay-it took all my damn power to not go, swoon and get all oh my god. When he went “Okay I’m the daddy”. As I was watching that with my dad.
That’s all.
Unpacking my reaction to what happened when I get to my computer.
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chubbesworld · 1 year
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🙏🏿BLESSINGS!!!!🙏🏿 Nothing but BIG BIG BLESSINGS is the only way I can describe the full circle moment of coming back to DJ the official 2023 Praise Party at my church home @faithfulcentral in Inglewood, California. My mother was about to go to church when she had me when I was born, I went to preschool down the street, took piano lessons for 13 years across the street, and it all culminated in this one special moment I got to share with family that have seen me grow up (and a few thousand new friends). After losing my grandmother earlier in the year, it was paramount to be home as often as possible and to be present where it was most important. Faithful Central, the home of my family on both sides for 3 plus generations, serves not only as a place of providence for me but also of a place of community. My heart was overjoyed to share the stage (and my musical talent) with my Bishop @bishopulmer as we celebrated his 40 years of service. As someone who has baptized me and married both (sets) of my parents (+ countless funerals, etc) he’s always provided light, reassurance, and encouragement for my journey as a musician and a man. Overall, I couldn’t think of a better way to start my 2023 than being properly rooted in my faith. I am supremely thankful to @kutula for handling wardrobe, @jmowills on hair, @undefeatedinc on shoes, and my sister @locdfaith (and entire Media department) who had me up there looking and sounding incredible. Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam To The Greater Glory Of God #ChubbyWorld #PraiseParty #GodIsGood (at Inglewood, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQAbiiS-6y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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fckedupnerd · 3 years
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Blatant thirst post about Mathew Baynton having the sexiest pair of legs in the world during episode 10 of YMATA. Why don’t more productions put him in shorts, because dayummmmm 🥵😍 also the last one is just a bonus because I also love his neck there omg.
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catz4ever · 2 years
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It's been three weeks since this promo picture from season two of Foundation was released and I'm still obsessed with it and how kickass our Emperor's going to look for his return...
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#i am looking 👀 respectfully
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napoleon-usher · 3 years
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Jamie: “Hell—” Jamie’s outfits: “SHE’S GAY!” 😂
lmao it’s true and you should say it
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mackievanstan · 5 years
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier // Avengers: Endgame
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daydreamyfog · 2 years
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LOVE LIKE YOU — PART FIVE
part four | part six
pairing(s) ; carlos madrigal x fem!reader
cw (for the entirety of the story) ; fluff, angst, suggestive content, swearing, hurt, comfort, jealousy, possessive behavior, blood, violence, hurt, no comfort, more to be added if need be
synopsis ; in which for the first time ever carlos madrigal finds himself someone’s first choice.
taglist ; @patient-steadfast-steady @tigreost @inky-clover @the-sander-fander @eeyahhh @m6ntg9mery @camilos-mivida @sheer-nuisance @chxwrites
a/n ; decided to throw myself into distractions! also im sorry my tumblr won’t let me respond to replies or messages for some reason so please don’t think i’m ignoring! <3
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carlos more or less knew the news that he’s in a relationship would be a big deal. with you no less and encanto nearly lost its mind. who would have guessed the problem madrigal would have gotten into a relationship with one of encanto’s prettiest flowers. definitely carlos himself. he’s been on air for the past three weeks while cycling through rehearsals, being a good dating companion to you, hanging around you as much as he can. and his family had been extremely euphoric and happy with it too, constantly gushing over the situation and teasing him and you. his mama especially fawning over you. everyone (as surprised as the majority was) has been nothing but supportive—not necessarily your friends but still.
however one person hasn’t been the most supportive by a longshot.
in any sense carlos wouldn’t give a single fuck about his twins glares, envious sneers, or smart remarks—as a matter of fact it’d only fuel his ego and his pride in you being his instead of his shit-for-brains brother. golden child camilo has been acting like a brat over this little thing and carlos wouldn’t care if it wasn’t directly affecting you.
everytime camilo abruptly leaves the room when you two come together, or his entire happy sunray mood deflates, or he so much as sighs out of turn carlos can see the way it hurts you. the way guilt paints your features and it hurts him to see you like that, for you to pull away from him for camilo’s sake of all fucking people. and no matter how much he tries to talk to you about it, you simply say you’re fine and everything is fine. that only stirs more pain with carlos over being unable to get through your thick skull. why can’t you just talk to him?
that’s another thing carlos has noticed. you’re inability to ever show him an emotion that isn’t happiness and joy. as much as he adores your positivity and enthusiasm towards everything he can’t help but feel like you’re pushing him out. especially when it involves your mama, you still haven’t let him meet her and any time he brings up wanting to help you with her you refuse or reassure him. but your reassurances are pins in his heart, hurting him. once more he’s just been wondering why you can’t talk to him.
but despite the rough communication and camilo being the worst everything has been daisies. taking you on dates and gifting you flowers every few days. your happy smile pushes him through the days and your soft touches of reassurance make him feel so seen. every moment with you is a blessing he can’t thank god enough for. for once in his life he feels like he matters to someone, that in your life he’s something you couldn’t bear to part with. and every beat of his heart is so joyous over it.
a soft smile plays on his lips now, four and a half weeks after your first kiss together, he sits back against the seat of the expansive theatre casita was kind enough to create. just as they always do whenever the school play comes out, a large expansive attachment to the back of the home that more or less pisses off isabela because of her precious garden needing to be put on hold until it’s all over. your voice is clear and pretty as you run through lines with mina, your understudy and the nurse. tío bruno sitting at the front and directing while valentina helps the wardrobe department outside of the theatre with mirabel’s help.
sighing out gently, carlos’s eyes flicker over to his twin at the front across the room. his brows thread together while watching the light-haired boy watch you with practical hearts in his hazel brown eyes. a bitter feeling moves across carlos’s chest in an annoying manner, a bitterness that strokes his conscience with daggers. a feel of sympathy and guilt. as much as carlos resents and hates his twin he’s still his blood, still someone he was once the best of friends with. of course carlos is going to feel bad for him. but god does he hate it. especially when camilo has the audacity to act like a brat who’s favorite toy was taken away.
how ironic he was cast as tybalt.
carlos asked his tío bruno why he hadn’t reversed the casting out of sheer curiosity but his tío had simply refused to tell him by nervously rambling. better off carlos soon though since he didn’t want one of the first feelings of being chosen first to die out like a flower dropped into a flame. pulling out of his own head, his gaze flickers to the stage clearing upon bruno’s instruction to take a break. clearing his throat, he readies to see your expression of surprise at him showing up on his day not meant to be at rehearsal. a soft smile paints your lips while you talk to mina and walk off stage.
he makes his way out of the aisle of seats and he walks down the aisle towards the stage where you step down. but his footsteps come to a slow pace when he notices hector step up to you with his hands tucked into his pockets. the plays mercutio and mina’s annoying twin brother. they both scarily are the carbon copy of one another, one masculine and one feminine. hector runs his hand through his hair and he flashes you a charming pearly white smile, damn near twice your height with a bulky build. it’s not a big wonder why he’s such a sought after bachelor in encanto.
a feeling of disgust bleeds into carlos when his hand gently grabs your bicep. carlos’s brows thread together, you brush off his hand with a smile of awkwardness, your nose wrinkle just a bit while saying something carlos can’t focus enough on to heal. with quick feet, mina and hector look at him in surprise before you follow as his arm slings around your shoulders. a soft gasp leaves your lips and your face lights up, turning. “carlos!” you exclaim softly while wrapping your arms up beneath his and hugging him tightly. “this is a nice surprise!” your chirp with your chin on his shoulder.
carlos burnt honey eyes glare hotly at hector who’s tongue presses against the inside of his lips. giving the bulky man the bird while you’re face away, mina returns the favor to carlos and he grins smugly at her. carlos melts into your touch just as you pull away with a big smile. he rolls his eyes gently and tucks his hands into his pockets. “calm down, it's not that big of a deal. i just wanted to see you from the audience's point of view.” mina suddenly pulls you towards her and she rests an arm on your shoulder.
“you know carlos maybe you should leave, y/n just agreed to help hector learn his lines because it’s so difficult for him, you know?” her tone drips with faux sweetness gently tugging you to rest between her and hector. carlos’s eyes narrow and he glares at the pretty raven-haired girl before his eyes flicker to hector who grins a bit. “and he’s hopeless so he needs all of y/n’s attention.”
when you step towards him with a soft smile and apologetic eyes his glaring expression softens a bit when he meets your eyes. your soft hands grab ahold of his and you nod. “i’m sorry, carlos i promised him. maybe we can hangout tomorrow, yeah?” you ask in a hopeful but clearly apologetic manner, giving his hands a delicate squeeze. the adams apple bobs in his throat with a hard swallow, flickering over your features with softening eyes, he nods with a irritated expression. hopefully you just take it as his usual expression. “i’ll see you later.” you plant a soft kiss that sparks up his skin against his cheek before you exclaim when mina tugs you away with some half-ass excuse.
his eyes flicker up to meet hector’s and he offers a snort. “you’re not slick in the slightest.” holding his ground with his chin high, he shakes his head with a lopsided grin on his lips. squinting a bit in a challenging manner at the irritated hector. “it’s kind of pathetic you think she’d ever go for someone like you.” jealousy and bitterness is a toxic gas within carlos’s lungs and seeping up into his brain. he hates this feeling, a feeling he knows far too well and a feeling that feels stuck to his insides like water damage. still he refuses to let this big oaf make a fool of him.
“aw come on carlos, it’s only a matter of time until she gets tired of doing charity work with a madrigal that somehow makes mirabel look useful.” hector says with a grin across his lips and hand reaching out to grab carlos’s shoulder. carlos’s eyes go wide and his blood boils at the insult towards his family and himself. before hector can touch him, his hand retracts quickly at the delivery of a rough and quick smack to his hand. an expression of disbelief washes over his smug features.
carlos blinks back softly to see a smiling camilo stepping between the two, his hands folding behind him. looking at his twin in disbelief, a sense of deja vu rattles his skull and conscience as camilo brushes a hand over his caramel colored curls. looking up at hector he clicks his tongue and shrugs. “don’t touch him alright, wouldn’t want a fight to get started right?” he points out before he drops his hands. “and you have no right to talk about y/n like that when she’s not here. so maybe just get lost, hector.” camilo speaks in a polite and civil manner yet the expression he wears is annoyed and irritated.
hector looks between the twins with a gentle raise of his once furrowed brows and his lips pulled thin spread into a grin. narrowing his eyes, his eyes flicker behind them for a moment before he looks back at them. carlos steps forward and steps beside camilo with his brows furrowed and a dark scowl across his features.
offering a tilt of his head, hector shakes his head and a faux look of deep thought spreads across his features. “just out of curiosity, you know it must be pretty fucking fantastic for both of you to be drooling over her like some puppies.” he grins wide and leans down to look straight into their eyes with flickering deep brown ones. “let me ask—“
“oh wait! let me say bye to camilo before we leave.” turning around from the exit, you wear a soft smile across your lips while turning to the bottom of the aisle. your brows thread softly when you notice hector talking to carlos and camilo, humming out with a soft smile figuring you can say bye to the twins at the same time, you take a step forward before your hand smacks over your mouth. shock courses through you and mina cries out while rushing ahead of you. the rough headbutt carlos delivered hector dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes, camilo grabbing him by his collar and delivering rough punches to his face.
blinking back rapidly, your eyes look to others running over to see the fight between the two boys against one big one. when hector serves a swift kick to carlos’s gut knocking him back onto his ass, your eyes go even wider and you run over. dropping your bag and lifting your floor length skirt off of the ground as mina shouts at the boys to stop, your heart thumps in your chest painfully. “ay! get off of him cabrón’s!” mina shouts while others egg on the fight. your wide eyes flicker between the three boys and you shake your head. the sight of crimson blood painting camilo’s top lip and carlos’s fists makes your heart drop.
“camilo! carlos! por favor!” you shout out while rushing towards carlos who seems to be doing most of the damage. grabbing ahold of his rauna to try and tug him back you see white when his elbow jerks back hard and collides with your face. the cheering and loud students suddenly fall into gasps and exclamations when you fall back on your ass.
for a few moments you're dizzy, your vision blurring with tears that naturally spring to and sting your eyes. hot searing pain shoots throughout your face and your hands fly up to grab at the place of impact. “ay no! y/n!” mina exclaims with teary eyes while running to your side along with a few other worried girlfriends of yours. a throbbing moves through your nose and tears roll down your cheeks as your hands catch a warm metallic smelling liquid oozing out of your nostrils. pulling away your hand a puddle of blood already rests in your palm and you quickly grab ahold of your nose with both hands as murmurs and gasps fill the room. swallowing hard, your teary eyes look up to see two stunned madrigals before the sound of bruno uncharacteristically shouting fills the air.
“carlos! camilo! hector! all of you are going outside right now! everyone else clear out!” he shouts with valentina and mirabel rushing close behind him and a few other wardrobe people. carlos can’t breathe as camilo drags him away at the burning glare and demands heaving from their tío bruno. his heart feels still within his body that’s grown numb and heavier than a house. the sight of you slips from his view the further he’s dragged and his eyes can only focus on the tears rolling down your cheeks and fountain of blood oozing from your nose.
he can’t feel the pain throbbing in his eyes already swelling from the harsh punch, he can’t feel the stinging and throbbing in his fists. the burning in his heaving lungs is nonexistent. all he can feel is the rusty barbed wire tangled within him shredding every piece of him inside out. carlos hurt you. he hurt you. oh god he hurt you. the world is muffled and blurry as tears sting his eyes but he blinks back rapidly while shaking his head. once outside, dolores and julieta already wait with alma. everything feels like a blur as hector is sent off home with one of julieta’s arepas.
the boys don’t need to say much, not when dolores worriedly and hurriedly tells the adults what happened. how the fight occurred and what hector had said about you. eventually they’re sent to their rooms to clean up after consuming some of julieta’s magical food remedies. not so much as a lecture, only offered a “we’ll talk about this when everyone goes home” from a cloudy and rainy pepa. carlos doesn’t pay any mind to anything as he slumps down to the floor in his bedroom. only his mind is only able to focus on the fact that he hurt you. he made you bleed and cry…
when the door creaks open, his eyes go even wider and he turns around while on his knees. he didn’t even realize how long he was distanced from reality on the floor. but outside the sun is setting and the sky is a melting pot.
craning over his neck his eyes meet the now-clean face of his twin and his entire chest caves in. slowly, he turns back before he begins to drag himself off of the floor. he’s furious and angry. anger and resentment brewing within him for who knows how long begins to rise up. “are you okay, carlos? you haven’t said a…” camilo’s voice begins to blur. a soft snort leaves carlos and he shakes his head, interrupting his twin.
“this is all your fault.” he says in an icy cold manner while turning around and facing the surprised expression from his twin. before camilo can seem to process his words, carlos shakes his head as his curls flatten out to a side-swept straight hairstyle. still his hair covers one of his eyes, his gift growing messy and reverting him back to himself with the emotions finally imploding within him. “this is all your fault! why couldn’t you have just fucking sat down and shut your damn mouth! what? did you not like the role of being a jealous jackass to get swiped by that pinche puto!”
blinking back rapidly, camilo furrows his brows. “are you seriously blaming me right now? i only stepped in so you wouldn’t hit him first like an idiot! you’re in a relationship with the girl i love and i defend you against an actual asshole and you’re getting mad at me?” camilo shouts back with his stature falling shorter due to his gift blurring within him.
“please, you only did that to defend y/n’s honor or whatever golden boy bullshit you’re going to stand by when you grovel for forgiveness from her.” carlos spits out with his bloody fists shaking at his sides. hot tears begin to blur his vision as he walks towards camilo and roughly grabs the collar of his fresh white shirt smearing with dried blood. and everything spills out like vomit. years of repressed feelings and emotions. shoving back his twin out of the door. all eyes turn up, the madrigals looking to the balcony where the doors lay against the walls. camilo’s eyes wide in shock.
carlos is crying. something no one in the entire family has seen since—well no one can remember.
“for fucksake! you have everyone already! you’re loved by everyone, mamí, papa, dolores, abuela—the entire fucking family and the village combined! i finally find the one person that chooses me first—that thinks i’m not the devil incarnate—the one fucking person that makes me feel like this life isn’t a complete waste and you have to act like some little brat! and now she probably hates me and i don’t fucking blame her because hey! everyone hates the troubled madrigal right?” camilo’s back hits the railing, carlos’s words loud and hoarse as he sobs through years and years of resentment and bitterness and pure anger. bloodied fists grab ahold of camilo’s yellow rauna and he chokes out a furious sob. “even my own twin hates me…golden boy camilo…”
roughly shoving him, carlos breathes heavily while stepping back. his tone is bitter and acidic, his voice trembling and hoarse from shouting so loud dolores covers her ears. “congrats, i’m sure y/n will fall in love with you in no time—just don’t fucking hit her or else someone might just finally hate the wonderful señor perfecto camilo madrigal.”
and carlos madrigal slams his bedroom door shut, leaving his entire family stunned in silence.
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chubstilinski · 6 years
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sooo @blackdonuthole sent me a gifset of daniel sharman and Red Alert, it looks like he’s got a little belly in fear the walking dead..... it might be time for me to give that show another shot lolol
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exlibrisfangirl · 2 years
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What's your favorite Derek Hale look?
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Just kidding, lol.
I definitely have a soft spot for the infamous thumbhole sweater. (I mean, who doesn't?)
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Look at this darling boy! Look at him!
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He is ready to go do A Murder! 😆
I'm honestly partial to Derek in red in general. And purple. And green. Look, he's just REALLY PRETTY, okay? And the wardrobe department, God bless them, knew EXACTLY how to dress Hoechlin to maximize the pretty. Seriously... give those people ALL THE AWARDS.
I think, in terms of overall looks (like clothes + hair + whatever else), S4 Derek might be my favorite? They finally let him get properly beardy and hairy-chested and put him in lots of pretty colors that complement his eyes.
I'm also a BIG fan of S6 Derek... even though he's only in it for all of about 15 minutes total, lol.
Basically, the later in the show it is, the hotter he gets, imo.
Like, this look from S6?
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Oh HALE yes. 😍
send me "what's your favorite" asks
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kathubs · 7 years
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Some of the crew of “The Nightmare Gallery” starring Amber Benson!
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oh-boy-me · 4 years
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Demon Outfits Discussed
The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!
I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read!  Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.
Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them.  We’re just harping on their fashion sense.  Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!
Participants in the discussion were
Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.
Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.
Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms.  It’s not even that good.
Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77​ ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.
Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating.  It’s the worst.  2/10, not 6.
Lucifer:
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“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin
“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo
Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt.  Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.
His shoes match his outfit.  After last time that’s all I care about.
A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one?  Is that a book?  Dude has like 27 collars.
The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it.  But uh.  How about those red diamonds on his sleeves.  They.  They sure are there.  (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)
  Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead
The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it.  HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.
The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.
Can he fly?  Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair?  Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.
The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing.  Good job, Lucifer!  I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.
Definitely the classiest outfit.  You can tell they put care into it.
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“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING!  NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR.  HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin
The whole thing does amazing with only three colors.  We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey.  It’s working so far.
Damn those pants sit low.  No wonder literally all of you wear belts.
The leather jacket?  The studs and harness?  Bless.  Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.
Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though.  It looks better in the back.
“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo
Honestly though?  We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that.  He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit.  Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.
Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants.  Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle?  Because Mammon definitely won.
One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.
Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”
Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity.  Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings.  The center of gravity in the image is his shoes.  Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.
Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.
Leviathan:
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Diagonal zipper
“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan
He looks like an e-boy.
Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.
APPARENTLY the biggest hoe.  Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt.  I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out.  Ok Levi, I see you.
The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.
Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit.  It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.
The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.
Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between.  Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender.  What are his suspenders doing?  What are they attached to?  Are they holding anything up?  Apparently not.
Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit.  Cute!
The gloves are throwing us off though.  Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves?  I bet he has sweaty hands.
Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces?  Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole?  There’s even a button, just in case.
Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game.  Should have just zipped his hood.
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HONEY.
“I hate everything about this.” —Megan
First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt.  Does it only button down the back?  Can he take it off?
Then he spilled bleach on his pants.  Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.
Incredibly differing opinions on the belt.  He got it in the cowboy department.  Justin adores it.  Jo despises it.
And are those… athletic slip ons?
And now the elephant in the room.  The ribcage made of ribbons.  The ribboncage.  The idea is great!  I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.
But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans.  And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form.  Not that it looks goofy.  It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.
Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness.  Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach.  Ew.
The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office.  (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)
“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin
On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green.  Feels dangerous.  Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though.  Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.
That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.
I just????
Merry Christmas.
Asmodeus:
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The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.
Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.
I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.
Starting with the good.  The wings?  Adorable.  The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them?  Adorable.  One of the only good adjustments.
And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!
We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.
But once again, the shirt just has too much going on.  The flowers.  The buttons.  The brick-pattern stitching.  The brooch.  The long collar.  The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch.  Sometimes less is more, Asmo.
That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt.  It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry.  Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.
The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea!  But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink.  And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink.  Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm.  Is he ok.
I’ve been avoiding the pants, but.  The pants.
“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo
One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain.  It’s too extreme on both ends.  It should have been only half a leg of buckles.  Not whatever this is.  I still don’t think he can bend that leg.
The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.
Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.
We expected better from you, Asmo.  I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.
Beelzebub:
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He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”
Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.
The jacket?  Stunning.  “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin.  It’s got puffy sleeves!  And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it.  Justin and Jo can’t.
I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.
“Why is it bucked in the back?  Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan
Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.
I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face.  Jo wants the white belt to be thinner.  Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.
Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.
Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots.  I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.
Can’t fault the twin belt, though.  And the wing hole isn’t terrible.
Idk I guess.  They knew what they wanted to do at least.  
That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.
Belphegor:
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“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin
A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.
Is it a hoodie?  A jacket?  A poncho?  The cow print actually isn’t terrible.  At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting.  And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.
On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color.  “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.
We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever.  Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing.  Feel like he didn’t need that many.  Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.
There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back?  Megan apparently finds that VERY important.  Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow?  Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7.  Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.
Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.
It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but.  Am I biased because I hate harem pants?  Maybe.  Are these harem pants too short on him?  Yes.  Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris?  But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet.  At least they look comfy.
If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down?  Probably.  That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.
The shoes are fine.  I can enjoy a high topped sneaker.  …Is that a security tag?  Did he steal his shoes.  Belphie stole his shoes.
On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty.  But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.
Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon?  He just looks like… a cow.
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There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes.  Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design.  Is it dynamic?  Is it recognizable?  Jo ranked them as such:
1. Lucifer: 9/10.  Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10.  Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10.  His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10.  Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10.  The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.
Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:
Mammon
Lucifer
Leviathan
Belphegor
Beelzebub
Asmodeus
Satan
In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.
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After seeing the idea of Sun!Spirit/Prince Zuko, I've been wanting a Tangled AU. Zuko is Rapunzel, Ozai is Gothel, Iroh, Ursa and Azula are the King and Queen, the Gaang are Flynn/Eugene but Sokka is the one who ends up with Zuko. Mai and Ty Lee are the Stabington brothers but with the twist of not being criminals and the Kiyoshi warriors are the thugs from the Ugly Duckling.
Zuko is blessed by Agni the day of his birth, he has beautiful, golden, hair and he just...Glows. Ursa is happy with her child. Iroh and Lu Ten are happy with the new addition to their family.
But we need a bad guy in this. And who else but Ozai? Ala Gothel, he puts on a cloak, and a mask to cover up his face, and kidnaps Zuko and takes him away.
He planned for this. He said he had important meetings to attend to with certain people, like Zhao. Those people play alibi. So, when he returns to his distraught wife, brother and nephew, he acts distraught as well. His son was "taken" from him.
No one would ever know Zuko was hidden away, somewhere far away from the Fire Nation, locked away, because as Agni's chosen one, he needed the "protection." Zuko is special. People will want to kill him. Listen to your father, Zuko. Your father loves you, Zuko. Your father knows best, Zuko. You can't leave this place, Zuko. You don't know anything about the world, Zuko. Men are animals and women are either weak or don't care about you, Zuko. I mean, where is your mother, Zuko? She's not here, she doesn't care about you, Zuko. There was a war around them, Zuko. You can't take care of yourself, Zuko.
And we know Gothel was manipulative. We know she toyed with Rapunzel's emotions. Ozai would be the same, but we know he'd also be worse. The day he burned Zuko? He'd go off saying he's sorry. How it wasn't really his fault. Zuko was pushing him and he snapped. Zuko, how can you blame your poor father? So, of course Zuko thinks it was deserved. Of course he blames himself. He provoked his own father, the man who was "protecting" him from the dangers of the world.
Ozai would call Zuko his "Sun" much like Gothel referred to Rapunzel as her "Flower."
Zuko has a turtleduck as his only friend/pet. Not sure on names, but something ironic would be fun. Like, he doesn't know the name of his relatives, he doesn't even know he has a sister now. But he names the turtleduck Ursa, or Iroh, maybe even Lu or Lala (one of the nicknames for Azula). Ozai doesn't know about them. He doesn't know someone in his family shares a name with a turtleduck.
And who is the one who finds Zuko? Who gets knocked unconscious, is shoved into a wardrobe, gets tied up and made to take Zuko to see something he's always wanted to see? Sokka.
He's traveling with the rest of the Gaang. Will they be like Flynn/Eugene? Kinda. Toph and Sokka the prime criminals. Aang sometimes helps them, and Katara is just there to make sure they don't hurt themselves and to yell at them for being stupid and making her worry. They need a mom, so she stepped up.
What lead them to Zuko was that they learned of the Lost Prince, Prince Zuko, who was kidnapped as a baby.
In Tangled, we know the object that Flynn steals is Rapunzel's crown. I was thinking something else for Zuko. The crown would be a nice connection, but I think something else would be better. Something that connects him to either Ursa or to Iroh. If we go Ursa, they take the Blue Spirit mask. If we go Iroh, perhaps a Pai Sho tile that was turned into a necklace or a ring. We could even have both.
Sokka and Toph don't really get why these things matter. Like, it's not a crown or a nice blade. One is just wood and the other is part of a game. What's so special about them?
So, when Zuko puts on the mask, it feels oddly right, but also familiar. Before he was taken, Ursa would show him her masks. He was scared at first, but then curiosity won out and he would always reach out for the Blue Spirit mask. And Ursa was going to give it to him as soon as he was old enough to have it. When he holds the Pai Sho tile in his hand, it feels warm. Iroh, when he was around, would take care of Zuko and would often play Pai Sho while he did. Zuko would always reach for the white lotus piece. So, Iroh decided it would be his. But Zuko was only ever interested in that one tile. Never the game. So, he turned it into something he would and could wear.
Let's get back to the Gaang. Sokka hasn't reappeared. He hasn't called. He didn't come back to tell them that it was safe. So, one by one, they enter the tower (because I had to keep that element) and they just see Sokka, tied up, two blades against his neck and a boy who is glowing holding them.
The boy is looking at them wearily. He was told this place was safe. That he couldn't protect himself, but he caught a man, held him captive. But he was still yelled at. He didn't reveal his prisoner. His father had left, with the promise of bringing him some new inks and a play scroll for the celebration of the Solstice. But now he had three more people to fight. Three more people who would try to kill him. But they don't? They don't know who he is? Why he's special? Didn't they want to kill Agni's chosen one?
Cue to an awkward moment of the Gaang trying to convince a boy who was touched by the sun to let one of their members go and to join them. That they promised to not let anything happen to him. And he agrees, eventually.
And the journey plays out just like it did in Tangled. Zuko is conflicted. On the one hand, he's seeing the world. Yes, there's a war going on, but he's actually seeing it for the first time in his life. The world is so big and he's so curious about everything. His turtleduck quacks replies to his questions. It's kinda cute, kinda sad, and overall something the Gaang think should have been taken care of long ago. On the other hand, Zuko is paranoid. He's afraid. He's worried that his father would find out and be disappointed. That he really is a horrible son and human being. He can go from happy and curious about one thing to upset and stressed about the next.
And eventually, Sokka decides that maybe they should move on. He would take Mr. Sunshine back to his house. He'd get their stolen goods back. They'd depart as friends and be happy. But no, Mr. Sunshine wasn't backing down. He wanted this. He wanted to see the world and he was going to. Sokka is frustrated the most outta the Gaang. Toph enjoys Zuko's company, Aang gets along well with him and Katara has no real opinion of him. But Sokka? Yeah, he'd rather have Zuko go back so they can move on.
I want the Ugly Duckling to be the Jasmine Dragon. Iroh isn't in the day they arrive. But you know who is? Some of the Kyoshi warriors. Suki is amongst them. In this AU, she and her warriors weren't caught by Azula. When she learns that Zuko is living his dream, she reluctantly lets them go by. She brings up the war, and he knows, but he has so much to see, and if he can help people along the way, why would he turn his back?
Things start to look up, but then, Azula strikes with Mai and Ty Lee. She was told by her father of the boy with the golden hair. He was Agni's chosen one. He was more powerful than her. He would be a great addition to her court. So, she wanted to capture him. She didn't know he was her older brother (and yes, I'm aiming for this to have an Azula redemption).
Ozai stops them, knocking them all unconscious and takes a distraught Zuko away. And Zuko lets him. the Gaang abandoned him. They let the enemy take him. They let him think they cared.
He didn't know they were being held back. He didn't know that they tried to get to him. He didn't know that they were ambushed. That they had to retreat. Mai and Ty Lee are arrested earlier for attacking the Crown Princess. Azula wants to feel betrayed but can't. She's sure they didn't attack her, Ozai says she only believes that because they lied so well about being her friends. She takes his words to heart. Her friends lied to her and she let them.
Zuko eventually finds out EVERYTHING. He's the Lost Prince. Agni's chosen was the Fire Nation's Lost Prince. And he's seen what the war started by his own people a hundred years ago. He's met the avatar. He's made friends. He met people who actually care about him. He's done with his father. But Ozai wasn't letting him go. He leaves Zuko bound in the tower in order to fight the Avatar.
Who fights Azula? Mai, Ty Lee, who were broken out of prison by Iroh, and Katara. They weren't in the Boiling Rock. They don't have to fully defeat Azula, they just need to distract her enough for her to be caught. And some miracle, the trio succeed with little injury to either party.
Aang defeats Ozai and he, Sokka, Suki and Toph take Ozai to the palace where he would be taken away. But first, Sokka demands that Azula tell him where she took Zuko. She doesn't know. She never met her brother. So, when he tells her that the boy she was trying to capture was Zuko, she turns to her father in surprise.
The man who told her this boy who was their God's chosen one but never told her he was also her older brother. That he likely left out that detail to ensure she would capture him, bring him home now that Ursa was gone, so he could keep a better eye on him. It was never about making Azula a better court. It was never about giving her a powerful ally. It was just his want to ensure Agni's chosen was his and that he held him in a tight leash. He didn't care about either of them, and when she first met her older brother, she made sure he was afraid of her. That he knew she was above him. That he would know her word was final. Ozai made sure that she would. He told her that that was how she would succeed.
Ozai admits to it. How he was so sure he'd win. How they could ask, beg, torture him as much as they wanted, he would never tell them where Zuko was or if he was okay. So, he's taken away. And the Gaang begin a new search. Azula demands to go with them. She's messed up. She heard her mother grieve for her brother. Maybe, just maybe, bringing him home would make her come home someday.
They travel back to the tower and find Zuko. He's worn out from trying to get out of the chains Ozai put on him. There are burns on his wrists and hands. But the thing that surprises them the most, is the fact that his golden hair was now a deep black, but his eyes were brighter, more golden. His glow had died. Agni's chosen got hurt, he stood out and was hurt. So he was made to look relatively normal. Only those who looked for it, would see the signs that Zuko was his chosen child.
He and Azula have a strained relationship for a while, but they eventually bond and the day one is crowned Fire Lord, the other stands proudly by them.
Iroh returns from Ba Sing Se. His brother is in prison. His niece is okay. The war was over. But the day he returns, he goes to see Azula, to tell her he would help her run things until she could take care of everything herself, and he sees her with a boy. Something about him is familiar. The boy sits by her, fussing over her. The girl's mental and emotional health is a primary thing being seen to. And when Azula sees Iroh, she motions to the boy and asks if he knew Zuko.
Zuko.
Zuko.
Zuko.
Iroh looked at the boy and saw the White Lotus Pai Sho tile necklace around his neck. His hair is no longer its golden hue. His glow died down. But his eyes shouted Agni. This was his Zuko. And Iroh ran over and hugged him. His nephew was home. His nephew was safe. His family would get better.
Zuko is surprised that this old man hugged him. But, it felt nice. It felt right. But most of all, it felt familiar.
All of the Nations celebrate not only the end of the war, but the return of the Fire Nation Prince who was missing for 16, nearly 17, years. The Prince, who few knew as Agni's chosen. The Prince, who had told a few of the people he met when he traveled with the Gaang to call him Li. The Prince, Zuko, who was polite and curious and willing to learn. Zuko, who they hoped would take the throne, but who they were happy to have to ensure his sister didn't bring the war back.
One day, he and Azula would reunite with their Mother and her new family. One day they would meet their new sister, Kiyi. Kiyi, who would hear stories of her older brother, who her mother lost, of her older sister, who her mother had to leave behind.
Her older sister, who was jealous of her. Who struggled to see her mother didn't replace her. Her sister, who after a while, was so protective of her and did love her.
Her older brother, who got hurt for being who he was. Her older brother, who was taken by his own father. Her older brother, who was so kind to her, who played with her and answered her questions.
Ursa would see her children. Both raised by their father but not together. She would never forgive Ozai. For taking her son. For lying to her daughter. For hurting both.
She and Azula struggled to rebuild their relationship. But they do, eventually. The bond isn't as strong as it should have been, but it's there. And it's a start. And that's enough for her.
Zuko, on the other hand, is still in the process of learning everything Ozai told him was a lie. He thought for so long that Ursa didn't want him. That she left him. Abandoned him. So, when he encountered with the woman who was his mother, he didn't know what to think. With Iroh, well, he never knew about Iroh. He never knew he had a family besides his father, who lied and hurt him, and his mother, who supposedly abandoned him and didn't care about him. He never knew he had a sister until the day he was rescued. He never knew he had an uncle until he showed up and hugged him, saying how he was sorry he didn't look for him, that he should have looked harder, not given up. If he could forgive an old man. He never knew his cousin, who died in battle, who wanted to teach him everything he knew. And Ursa understands. She's sad about it, but she knows this is something she has to fix. She has to prove Ozai lied. That she cared about her son. That everyday he wasn't with her, she missed him. That, for as strong as he was, he still got hurt and she should have been there to help him. She sees the burns. The scars. And promises to never leave him again.
It takes time, but their family heals. And Ursa gets to do what she always wanted. She takes her family to see plays. She gives them play scrolls to read and they discuss them once a week. She and Azula talk over tea. They're civil. It's the most they can do at the moment. But both are happy with it. She and Zuko feed the turtleducks. His friend now lives among them.
If we go with he named them Ursa, she cries when she finds out. If we go the Iroh or Lu route, Iroh has tears in his eyes and he laughs with joy. If we go with La, Azula appears indifferent but she gives La a bit more food.
And we all know how it ends:
Sokka: And after years of asking and asking and asking...
Sokka: I finally said "yes."
Zuko: Sokka.
Sokka: Okay, okay, I asked him.
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