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idolomantises · 2 months

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I just finished rewatching ATLA and I have to say…

Absolutely insane to me that people were insisting that Azula not getting a redemption was “misogynistic” and some kind of writing mistake. The girl told her dad to commit mass genocide.

#txt #I genuinely think a lot of ATLA discourse would not exist if people just rewatched the show instead of letting their memories be warped by #fanfiction and memes #like I’ve seen Azula fans give iroh a lot of shit for calling her crazy #but they don’t mention that right before this she SHOT HIM IN THE HEART #anyways I love Azula and I’m glad she wasn’t redeemed. more of this please

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the-song-of-avernus · 6 months

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oh god oh god. i was NOT prepared for the surprise of "Shadowheart's Mom has early stage Alzheimer's/Dementia" She literally gets you confused for Shadowheart/Jen if playing a fem durge/tav (apparently she confuses you for her HUSBAND if you're playing dude) and she's at that stage where she KNOWS she's slipping and will get worse and not better and holy shit this is so heartbreaking and hits way, way too close to home (lost my grandma to it, and my aunt that was basically my mother died from a brain tumor that...caused issues) JFC this is brutal, hits close to home, was a total surprise on my 2nd run, and I can't remember seeing it depicted in games (esp. fantasy games) very often.

#shadowheart #dark urge #jenevelle hallowleaf #emmeline hallowleaf #shar #alzheimers #dementia #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #memory loss #elderly #shart #durge #redeemed dark urge #selune

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hcdragonwrites · 8 months

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Good Memories

(a @semisolidmind Twice as Bad Au Fic)

Ok I wrote another one. This one I focused more on Wukongs perspective ! A happier memory, a happier moment- even in this twisted and messed up bad ending. Because there has to be some sweet moments … right ?

Inspired by this ask!

The noise of the stone corridor was quiet. The silence was a peaceful breath of welcome here where Peaches hardly got a moment of true peace. The roar of the waterfall drowned much conversation here so the foot traffic of the mountains subjects was lessened. Except for the patrols of troops, the top ranking officials and guards, the eyes here were light.

A chance to escape had come. Of course escape wasn’t to leave the mountain. Peaches had learned that long ago. To attempt to get down the mountain- to get to the sea that kissed the beaches below- was foolhardy. She had tired once. Once in that far away time when the trauma of abduction has been fresh, when the desire to be anywhere but here drover her to staying awake at night and planning.

Now, years later, the escape was not to leave Flower Fruit Mountain. Though she desperately longed to do such a thing. Hope though was a hard bird to kill even when caged and clipped. So, to circumvent the need to escape- to release some of the pent up agitation- she had found another way to escape.

The patrol passed the alcove Peaches had huddled herself into without a look. She waited. One. Two. Three. Once they rounded the bend she made her move. Peaches snuck out of one of the many side entrances of Water Curtain Cave. She slunked from shadow to tree, avoiding the eyes as best she could. Once beyond the courtyard, beyond the orchards she felt her spirit take wing. It was the bubble of freedom that she had to take as medicine for the true longing she couldn’t - wouldn’t- ever feel.

Not as long as she had her husbands about.

Like a horse turned to pasture, Peaches kicked up her own heels and ran. She ran for the joy of it and for the enjoyment of it. She let herself believe that she was back in the village. That she was back in her home, beneath its peach trees and with its terribly creaking timbers. That this was only a jaunt out to the woods to enjoy the day foraging and finding morsels.

It was a delusion but it was like a balm to her soul. Too much time inside the mountain and among the talks of conquests and bloodshed dampened her. Her husbands never demanded that she attend councils between other Immortals or Demons but Peaches knew when she attended there was far less work for the servants to do. For one, there was less blood to be cleaned from the stone floors. Of course it would take some of her own energy to be apart of these conversations.

Peaches would dress in the courtly and lordly garments bestowed upon her by The Monkey King and The Six Eared Macaque. Gifts they called them. Blood gifts, Peaches knew. Dressing the part as Queen always put the two demonic monkeys into better moods. Of course, whenever she was present it also became a game of keeping.

This game all depended upon the placement of the two heads of Flower Fruit Mountain. They always were placed in strategic spots- to better intimidate or to better please whatever guest they were entertaining. If there was a demon of hungry standing there was always roasted meat and wine a plenty to drink upon. These times, Sun Wukong would be seated closest to the doors. If she entered the room he would catch her wrists, her hand, her waist. Those claws would grip and tug, and she would be in his lap. Wukong would keep her there. If the King was in the middle of a conversation he would simply stop and lavish compliments upon her. Wukong was more of a earnest love then his darker counterpart. She would be forced to stay in his lap, feeling his hands and the soft admonishments if she tried to move, as the conversation continued.

Peaches wished she could have said it was always unpleasant. In the years of captivity, in the moments of stuck between hope and despair, she had come to find a balance of some sort. After so long being molded and worn down by their attentions, Peaches had begun to tolerate the attention. Wukongs attentions helped establish her as something of importance and a person not to be touched. It helped when those demons had an inclination for human flesh.

Too many times she had been told not to touch the food, the meat, when it was presented on the council table.

If the sworn brothers were entertaining an immortal being with no bloodlust for humans the positioning was different. More lax in some ways but no less imposing. Sometimes Peaches would be able to actually sit in a seat beside or between the monkeys. Other times, Wukong would claim her to his lap and tug and tease at her, a game to turn her to blushing of what things he would whisper into her ear. And, in those moments when Wukong did not claim her it was Macaque who stole her into his seat. He was more touching, less outwardly loud praise. But still enough to burn her cheeks, to make her wish to dissolve.

Water Curtain Cave fell behind her as Peaches rushed forward into the woods and away from her husbands. Macaque was away, on some errand or other again. Wukong would be occupied until late into the evening. A conglomerate of would be allies wished to pledge themselves to the King today, and it would take much of her rowdy husbands time and energy to entertain. It would also boost his ego and, with no worry of bloodshed (unless someone was foolish enough to insult) Peaches had taken her leave.

She rarely got moments alone and she laughed, some of the tension sloughing off like snow in a spring melt.

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Sun Wukong rarely had patience with beings that held incompetence. He was seated in his spot in the council room, upon his golden gilded throne. The warlord was in full regalia, armour polished to a blinding sheen and staff set beside him. However all the splendour about Wukong couldn’t distract from the loathsome thing huddled at the foot of his dais, blubbering and sniffling like a slug.

The demonic monkey felt his teeth grind and clip in his mouth as the weakling worm of a dragon sniffled and bowed its head in a kowtow. Disgusting. This beast had come asking him to slay his brothers and sisters in the western sea so he could be appointed heir. Wukong raked his eyes over the diminutive fellow, taking stock.

Scales as thin as moonbeams. Teeth as square as a cows. Mane bedraggled and unclean. How filthy. This little worm couldn’t even clean himself before grovelling for my help.

A poor ally if he choose to anger dragons in an ocean a world away. Weak of claw and fang.

“It’s obvious you cannot even keep yourself fit let alone keep a kingdom if I gave it to you.”Wukong waved his hand, bored. “Leave my sight. Maybe once you’ve actually wet your muzzle and had a scrap or two I’ll consider. Get out.”

“But -“

Was this Dragon also weak of hearing? Was it slow of wit? He had dismissed the stupid beast. His eyes flashed.

“Get. Out.”

The thing moved now, scattering loose scales in its speed to escape. They fell like toenail clippings and Wukong hissed in disgust. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and felt the patience in his body diminish. The king raised a bell and gave it a ring, summoning several servants - not monkeys these creatures were those foolish demons that had imposed themselves in the paths of Flower Fruit Mountains conquests- to clean up the mess of scales.

Wukong had a full itinerary for the day. He had already met with his southern vassals and those positioned in the East. They were reporting movement from a would be upstart exorcist, one that deemed himself a demon slayer. A blood hungry pup. If it was blood he craved then Wukong would deliver it to him. He had set Macaque to the East, tasking him with bringing the man to heel. He had given his brother free reign. If the six eared demon wanted, Wukong wouldn’t stop him from making the exorcist into a gift - of flesh. Maybe I should have sent this whining worm to the East. Macaque would have shown him the ropes of turning an enemy into a boon.

“Foolish idiots.” Wukong grumbled, irritated. The other appointments had been his people which he took gladly. His own residents of the mountain were precious to him. They only asked for the numbers to help in the forest grove harvest. It was apple harvesting time and some of the trees were showing signs of damage from the deer and other beasts. The other group had been some now turned immortals begging for teaching in the east of shape changing. Wukong had dispatched them with ease, tossing their heads to the sea. He would send their corpses off to the visiting Swallow Heart- an upstart creature with a good three hundred beastly birds- as a peace offering.

His mood would have been better if his Wife had attended his talks. Wukong had kept glancing to the side, looking to the opulent doors and hoping they would open. Or her scent would waft in from the corridor, announcing her approach. Wukong felt his mouth salivate a bit at the thought of her. Oh he was lucky. His little Peach. Wukong and Macaques of course. Not just his morsel. Though today… with Macaque away. ..

She was all his to adore and hold and to make squirm with his praises and his demands.

“Trouble my King?”

An attendant asked of him, waking him from his daydreams. The monkey was by his side, face curled in worry. Wukong let the thinly held patience fall away as he gave into rubbing his head. Too much courtly affairs. He usually didn’t mind the task. In fact, he enjoyed pitting his mind against that of the estate he ran, the duty he held. Wukong had an iron will for ruling. He enjoyed the fruits of that labour, the rewards of conquest. One of the best rewards was here in the caves, walking the halls all alone …

“Trouble that can be easily cast off.”

Thoughts of his Peaches, and the irritation of his last meeting, decided it for him. Wukong rose out of his throne and stretched. Though he was a monkey originally of stone it didn’t mean he didn’t get sore in his throne. Popping his back, Wukong motioned to the door. “Walk with me.”

“Yes my King.” The servant walked beside Wukong as he stalked down the Halls. His people dipped and bowed. The servants who had been brought to the mountain and had been forced to serve kept their eyes downcast. Wukong paid them no heed. He had one goal.

“Peaches!” Wukong sang through the palace. He looked in her usual haunts. She had a tendency to stick to habit and Wukong made it his goal to know all of his little sweets habits and places of hiding. The kitchens, the scroll rooms, the bedroom and other such places deep beneath the mountains stone.

“Peaches?” Wukong now questioned. Usually she was so near he could hear and track her just from knowledge of her habitual motions. But there was a lack of her today in Water Curtain Cave.

“Where has my wife gotten to?” He mused aloud. Wukong would have been more worried in the early days of her life on the mountain. Peaches had a tendency back then to plot and scheme and attempt every sort of trickery to escape the brothers. She had tried tricking (Macaque had been present for that one where he had kept her trapped in a riddle game for hours), sneaking (again a foolish thing due to the number of ears between her husbands numbered eight), drugging (Wukong had thought it cute to see her try and ply him with so much wine he became inebriated. That had led to … other things however.) and finally just running.

Running had led to chasing. Wukong had tried to terrorize her just a small bit to discourage the action. Having her run off while he was in the middle of meeting and for him to rise and say “Excuse me gentlemen” and then rush off had first been an inconvenience. He would never punish his Peaches. No, never. When he talked of the terror it had been more to scare her of what could snatch her up. Tigers, leopards, wolves and their ilk. Taking her back to their rooms and tucking her in and locking the door was the most he did. If he had time, if he could ignore the work of the day he would wear her out in other ways. It would either be both or one and the other who would keep her attention. Wukong was a King but he wasn’t a tyrant.

This didn’t deter his little wife. She seemed … more determined, however, to attempt it. Peaches had learned over the years that running away was useless but that didn’t stop her from taking to flights of fancy. Which lead to a different kind of chasing. A pursuit that called to the raging hunger inside him, to that predator. Peaches had given him and Macaque a new game- a game he craved almost as much as he craved her scent in his nose and her body in his arms.

After opening their closet and seeing the small little nest she kept in there empty as well, Wukong felt his tail give an excited lash. The fur on his spine began to rise up in anticipation. It practically shook through his blood. Made his mouth grin and his body begin to buzz as if drunk upon fruit wine.

“A game is afoot. A game all for myself~” Usually these games of hide and seek with their wife became a race between him and his sworn brother. Macaque would enjoy the competition as he had a unfair disadvantage. His keen hearing compounded on his shadow ability let him take a lead that Wukong wouldn’t be able to close normally. But with his brother away from the mountain… Wukong laughed to himself, beginning to shed his courtly attire.

“Do you require anything, my king?” The servant asked from his shoulder. Wukong passed the servant his crown and those few glittery vestments he bore to impress the lesser demons who came to grovel for his power.

“Clear the rest of my meetings for the evening.” Wukong commanded. Where could my sweet have gone off to? To the grove? The stream? Did she perchance head to the woods? The thought of the hunt was already consuming his mind.

“My King that would mean dismissing the Swallow Heart Demon and his Entourage.” The servant set the items delicately on Peaches armoire, being careful to not tip any of the bottles, brushes or powders there. Macaque had sent for that armoire for their Wife. It had cost a pretty penny to have it brought in with the paints and brushes.

It was a warm memory in Wukongs mind, seeing the pure delight in her eyes. That night had been filled with the boys teaching her how to use the more expensive bits of makeup and had led to her learning to paint war paint upon their faces. The warm memory set a second shiver up his spine. When he caught Peaches he wouldn’t let her go- he would let her know how much he cherished her. The happy memories of her face were becoming more numerous now. It set his tail to swaying like a cat who had caught a canary.

“They are birds yes? Tell them to find another place to roost for the evening.” Wukong stretched his legs one at a time. He waved one hand to the servant, trying to rush the discussion along. He had a wife to find.

“I will meet them in the morning when my mood returns to better and more … harmonious thoughts.” All he could see in his head was her. Her skin shining in the light, her hair in his hands so soft. The rush of feeling hit him low in the gut. Was it love ? Was it possessiveness ? Was it possession? He didn’t know but it had his heart thundering. To think a mortal women could bring such a change through him so rapidly…

“I will see it done sir.” The servant bowed.

“Good.” Wukong stretched his arms, pulled his back straight. He had removed all but the trousers he wore. The glory of Sun Wukong had been set aside. Armour wouldn’t slow him- he was the Sage that had rebelled against Heaven. Had almost won. Armour was little hinderance in his silence or his ability to move. It would however limit him to capturing his intended target. Peaches was soft, pliable and would not like a tackle from her husband if he was wrapped all in his battle regalia.

He bounced on his heels. The excited energy wanted to be unleashed, to be set free. Wukong left the servant in their rooms, swiftly walking to the entrance of Water Curtain Cave. His generals saw him and bowed, continuing their rounds. Smaller monkeys, the children of his people came and clambered for his attention. He smiled at them and turned them back to their mothers promising attention later.

The waterfall came into sight and Wukong grinned. Just like he had when he first had been crowned King, the monkey lord bent low a palm pressed to the floor and launched himself through the torrent of water. He was out on the other side in a spray of water. Once on the ground again he looked, listened, smelled.

Wukong was an expert tracker. He could read the signs of his mountainous home. He knew every blade of grass every bend of the leaf in the trees above. Wukong looked for the signs, the telltale notes his wife would leave so lovingly in nature for him to find. There ,beneath the shadow of a tree. Wukong moved swiftly and lightly, faster then the long spotted cats to the far west. The press of foot too large to be a monkey, to heavy to be a cat.

I got you~

Wukong followed her path, enjoying the exertion and the feel of the sun on his fur.

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Peaches had found herself a nice little patch in the wood, a small trickle of a stream ran through a copse of tightly packed willows. It had a few gooseberry bushes in its shade and she plucked them eagerly.

She had brought her small bit of knitting, a book, and a change of clothing if she wanted to take a dip in the water. The gooseberry’s were a plus, having been ripened and their red flesh sweet. Peaches didn’t have a snack- running into the kitchens would have alerted the staff she was going out and she did not want a retinue of guards on her tail. It was nice and pleasant to be alone. Hearing the soft babble of the water over the stones, the wind sighing in the leaves. It was peaceful. She could fall asleep. In fact a nap didn’t sound bad—

Snap.

Her head snapped up, eyes widening. That had been too loud to be a simple little bird or just the sound of a branch falling from the wind. She felt her calm wash away in a rush of icy fear. Though Flower Fruit Mountain was possibly the safest place in the world, it did still have the occasional predator. Bear or tiger were the largest creatures to have been spotted on the mountain. Wukong and Macaque assured that the worst of those beasts kept to the lower plains of the mountain.

But what if— what if I went too low?

Her ears strained, her eyes blown wide to see. Nothing revealed itself from the emerald green foliage or the berry bushes. Her hair stood on end as something shuffled in the undergrowth. Behind her. Peaches spun, holding a knitting needle out—

To air.

Another brushing sound, like that of claws across wood. Peaches took a step back, away from the sound. Her heart was in her throat and all the peace of the day was gone in the rush of animal instinct that screamed in her mind.

Freeze of Fly?

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Sun Wukong followed her trail easily to the copse of trees. His Peaches had much to learn if she wished to our pace him in his tracking ability. The path she took was such a massive trail he could see it from miles away. The demonic monkey crouched low, keeping close to the earth.

She was sitting next to the little stream at the foot of a great willow. His Peaches. Her fingers were red with gooseberry juice, her hair down in the heat. She was the picture of peaceful, the very image of serenity. Wukong felt a desire to grab her to hold her close, to take the juice of the berries off her fingers and hear her laughter and voice.

Gods he craved her.

He held off leaping, held off and observed. Magic would make it easier to drop in on her but he liked the challenge of keeping his current shape. So Wukong lay low, watching. The brothers had a practice of watching their Peaches when she thought she was alone. It was in those moments they learned the most about their mortal heart. How she would sigh, how she always got itchy if she wore too much of the powder upon her face. It was how Wukong learned Peaches preferred bangles over rings. How Macaque gleaned that her favourite foods involved a doughy treat called cinnamon rolls. Little things. Silly things. Treasured things that the brothers would go over and strategize on how to make their precious fruit the most comfortable. To win her favour. Her love. Her attention.

Sometimes she would cry in these moments and the game would have to be put on hold as they made themselves known beyond her field of vision. Wukong hated when she was upset. He knew, somewhere in his twisted heart, that he had caused these tears. That he was to blame for the sorrow that weighed heavy on her.

I can make her happy. No one else saw her sparkle like we did. She’s ours. Forever if I have my way.

But right now he had a game he was in the middle of. The immortal peach he was keeping for her would have to wait. Wukong stalked forward, through the brush. Peaches had laid herself back, body flat to earth and completely relaxed.

Wukong took a branch in his hands and snapped it.

His Peaches lifted herself up and whipped her head in the direction. Wukong had already moved, speed on his side as he circled beyond and behind her. The terror on her face made something stir in him, a protective urge. He would sooth her worry when he caught her. He would pet her hair, hold her close and tell her how foolish she was to leave his safe embrace. She had nothing to fear from him. Only his little sweet fruit didn’t know it was him. Not yet at least.

Wukong let his tail tussle the dead leaves beside him then darted off. He raked his claws over a bit of bark and then zagged back to a new hiding spot. Peaches turned like a doe, alert and eyes wide. Her face was full of fear, full of such open prey-like terror that Wukong couldn’t resist anymore. He rumbled, mimicking the sound of a big cat. Sweet Peaches stared right at the spot he was hiding.

Run little wife, he urged. Come on. Run for me.

At his second snarl, she obliged him. She spun her back to him and took several vain attempts to run. Wukong smirked. And leapt.

He caught her in several bounds barreling full into her body and taking her off her feet. His hand had her by the back of the neck, the other about her middle. They rolled in the air but Wukong angled himself, curling her into him and taking most of the fall. Peaches cry rang in the trees and sent the birds flying. Wukongs laughter was loud and shook through his body as he landed with her. The demon caged her in, setting her hips between his legs so he straddled her. One hand had both her wrists held above her head. The other angled her face to him, the eyes firmly shut.

“Caught you~” He purred.

“WUKONG!” Peaches gasped, opening her eyes to stare right into his face. Wukong felt his heart give a squeeze as the fear melted into ease. Ease with him. It sent a trill of joy up his spine. “You gave me a heart attack. I thought you were some tiger.”

“No love.” Wukong mentally took note of her. No scrapes from their tumble, no bruises. A perfect capture. “A tiger wouldn’t have toyed with you like I did.” Here he stretched his free hand, claws on display.

Peaches laughed. A laugh for him. His tail was swaying, his face inching closer to hers. “I’m glad I’m not getting devoured then.” She said, breath still catching up with her shock.

“Oh my Peaches, I may not be a tiger but I’m going to devour you all the same~” he let the words sink into her, enjoying the blush that coloured her face before he bent down and kissed her. She tasted of gooseberries, of laughter and the earth and ever of peaches. Her lips were soft against his. Wukong moved away from her mouth, wanting to taste her throat, her cheeks, her nose. Kisses he planted along her most ticklish spot on her neck, eliciting giggles and cries of mercy.

The Monkey King felt like he was drinking wine, head getting lighter and lighter while his body relaxed over hers. Only with Peaches had he felt so at peace, so blissful. It’s why he could never let her go. To rob himself of this? Never. She was his and he was hers and that was it.

Peaches pressed a kiss to his nose and he swooped back down to capture her lips. How could someone so soft and small consume me so? He felt starved. He felt parched. Here Peaches was, a bountiful feast and and overflowing cup. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Wukong nipped her neck, tugging her into his teeth to elicit a squeal. She laughed and tried to worm her way out of his grip. “Wukong please! Let me up, let me up!”

“Only when you tell me how well I caught you. Lavish praises on me.” He grumbled. He didn’t want to let her out of his arms. If he could he would keep her here and live in this bubble of joy forever. Peaches blew hair out of her face.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“I assure you I’m not. So tell me.”

“Wukong your pride is insufferable.”

“And your beauty is unconquerable.” He countered and was rewarded with a scarlet Peach. “Now tell me.”

“Ugh. You caught me. You startled me so badly I thought I had gone too low on the mountain.” That had Wukong grinning wide as he now rolled over taking her onto his chest.

“Go on~”

A snort. Peaches was open in only the brief times when his and Macaques earnest attentions had worn down her barriers and aversions to nothing. Here was his adoring and adorable wife. One he wanted to bring treasures and conquer worlds for. I would burn this whole place to the ground to please you.

They spent a time there, the two of them in that grove of trees. Wukong kissed the gooseberry juice from her fingers and Peaches tried to see the good in this moment. Wukong was, a murderer. He was a monster who had taken her from her village. He had killed the villagers. Laying on his arm, feeling his voice and laughter in her body, seeing the tender way he held and touched her…

His love was hard to deny. To match up to the truth she knew so well. He was a murder. The soft glow as his eyes alighted when a butterfly landed on his hand. Wukong would kill again. He set the butterfly on her hand and they both marveled at the changing colors.

Peaches felt a bit more of her resolve break. Wukong and Macaques love was an ocean slamming into her. It was eroding the coastal cliffs she had within her. It had been a constant, driving force these years. She didn’t … she couldn’t remain so indifferent in the wake of such attention. Of such open love. She would never fully be at peace here. However … she was finding a balance.

Maybe that was the closest she would be to the love she originally had showered them both in. Or maybe she would fall head first into that roaring surface and loose herself in their love.

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Wukong tugged the brush through Peaches hair, listening to her sing softly in the night air of their bedroom.

Suddenly- the ground became black and Peaches squealed as she disappeared into the earth—

—and popped up in Macaques arms.

“Save some of her for me, Wukong.” Macaque drawled, hands wrapped around her middle in a possessive gesture. They were back in their room, the night air wafting cool tonight. Wukong and Peaches had spent the rest of the day in that copse of trees and upon the mountain. They had walked hand in hand, visited the monkeys and the new babies that had been born to the family’s farthest from the caves.

It had been a day of sweet gestures and, whenever Peaches had turned eyes inward or far off, he had pressed her with tender affection. Drawing her back to the present. If Wukong had learned anything over the decade it was to keep his Peaches in the present, to keep her away from the drifting worry of the past.

They had returned home only when the first stars had begun to spark in the dark sky. Wukong had carried his tired wife all the way back to Water Curtain Cave. He whispered how he would make a necklace of the stars and give them to her and teased out of her sleepy laughs.

Maybe tomorrow will be full of hardships. Maybe she will hate me for what I did. This though- I would kill a thousand villages if I could get a single day of joy like this.

Macaque had returned shortly after dinner, coming into their room to Wukong holding Peaches in his arms and biting more of her neck between brushes. Of course Mac had wanted a bit of her to himself after being gone for a day. Wukong obliged, not bothered one bit.

His brother in arms was still dressed in armour meaning he had probably just arrived back from the East. Not a speck of blood was on his clothing. Wukong would ask him later about how the trip went, when Peaches was asleep. This moment was meant to be a memory of joy. He would not drag kingly duties into this moment.

“I caught her fair and square.” Wukong sniffed, growing a bit jealous at Macaque. He had stolen his prize from beneath his nose- right when he was getting to Peaches too, in her sleepy state. Macaque blinked then stared between the two, his purple eyes flashing.

“You played the game without me?” Wukong heard the bit of hurt and, though he was sure part of it was drummed up for sympathy, felt a bit of guilt. Only a splinter of it. He didn’t regret acting on his own. The game was his to play when he was away. However it had the desired effect on their Wife.

“Oh Mac- no I didn’t know Wukong would be coming after me.” Peaches was so easily guilt tripped. She kissed the darker demons cheek. The sudden flash of confusion and delight passed over Macaque features. His eyes stole towards Wukong, questioning.

Is she happy? Is she giving without teasing? Wukong nodded, the smile on his face like the soft warm dawn. Peaches was happy and that’s all that mattered. She was happy and would give to them.

“He did have a full schedule of meetings.” She bemused. “What.. happened to them?”

“I cleared my evening.”

“Of course you did.” Macaque snorted, half heartedly irritated. His fingers were already brushing through Peaches hair, grooming.

“Nothing was getting done beyond my latest meeting.” At the raised eyebrow of his six eared brother, Wukong waved a hand. “I’ll tell you later but for now- why don’t we have another game of tag.”

“A-another one?” Peaches sat up a bit, looking outside to the dark and moonlight beyond.

“Well you owe Macaque a chance to catch you. And I want to compete again. We will give you … thirty minutes.” Wukong grinned. “No going outside. Just find one of your hidey holes in the Palace, Love.”

“What if I’m too tired for this game?” She pouted and Wukong smirked. Seeing her pout brought the urge to tug her close and erase that pout from her lips all the stronger. He had been hoping she would say it. It’s why he had one of his chefs cooking a very special sweet treat.

“If you play you’ll get a reward~” Wukong crooned.

“That sounds ominous.”

“It’s innocent. I have some delicious sweets being made as a treat. Just a few short rounds and all of them can be yours.”

“Are they …. Cinnamon rolls?”

The Monkey King felt like he had caught her all over again. “Yes”

“… two games. Then no more. I’m tired..”

Macaque kissed her temple and set her free. “Go on darling. When I find you first I will tell you of the sights I saw.”

“You have to get to her first brother.” Wukong challenged. When he got to Peaches he would make her laugh again, demand kisses and more.

“And I will!” The six eared demon grinned eyes flashing. Peaches stood a bit uncertainly until Macaque leaned forward and gave a kiss to her temple.

“Go Peaches. And don’t stop running till you are in one or both of our arms.”

Peaches ran.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #hcfanfics #twice as bad au #fanfic for semisolid #OK THIS ONES A BIT HAPPIER #I Hope i still captured the boys.#I wanted to write something more of a happy memory- even though in this bad end I don’t think there’s too many #did I make Peaches like cinnamon rolls ? yes #also I use peaches because it is nicer then using y/n. it just feels better #jttw au #jttw fanfic #jttw x reader #six eared macaque #this is the only SEM I let slide past me that I like #the other ones I know (stares at Kiri and Kaiju) are bastards #not saying this Macaque can’t be - but like. at least he has a redeeming quality.#wrote this with music yes. lord Huron love like ghosts was for the end but.#for the first part it was Rule27 drunk on pride by Fish in a Bird Cage #the best helped keep the tempo for what I wanted to convey #semi if I didn’t get it right tell me I will LEGIT FIX IT #I just have been meaning to write for you again but I got bogged down with stuff #good luck with college btw #yes this one’s more Wukong centric #sorry you Macaque lovers #it would have been too long to write if I included both of them #maybe I do a seperate one for y’all #jttw tag #bad end wukong #jttw sun wukong

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fenixseraph · 9 months

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Epic Shulk n' Rex Gamer Comix, courtesy of a convo with @archangelgf on Twitter:

"what if shulk rex and a cant change alphas memory space and theyre just stuck on a couch in a suburban household watching aionios unfold on a flatscreen tv for 1000 years. like full house but ye shall be as gods"

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Also adding onto the last reblog I think some people are being too pessimistic about what the show is going to do with this Eclipse. He's been sympathetic before yes, but he was still a bad guy who was his own worst enemy and never reached out or accepted help. What is going on with this new Eclipse is a completely different type of story line and different kind of sympathy. Like, it's telling that people who didn't even like Eclipse before are feeling sympathetic for him now. What they're doing with him is different than what we've gotten before, so personally yes what I think will happen to him is going to be different too.

#I have a lil more faith in the show to assume this plot is just gonna be 'eclipse suffers forever'#even if eclipse dies next lore ep I believe he'll come back with this versions memories fully intact #to prove his point and allow actual progress with our protags #I dont even believe he has to be fully redeemed or anything just have a chance to rest peacefully and on a better note #which is better than anything before basically I dont think this arc will end with Eclipse “perma” dying feeling broken and pathetic #sun and moon show #tsams #sams eclipse

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sonicman66 · 29 days

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My gf is being Tormented by an animatic of Ascended!Astarion set to Burn from Hamilton, so have the idea i'm tormenting her even further with.

EDIT: forgot the read more lmao

Ascended!Astarion gets peggy sue'd after a romanced Tav dies to free themself from his clutches. Her last words to him were 'You're just like him now. The second coming of Cazador. He wakes on the ground right after the nautiloid blows, with all his memories intact, none of his Ascended powers. He's back to square one, but he's done this before, right? All he needs to do is woo Tav again, kill Cazador and the Absolute again, easy-peasy. He even has foreknowledge now, so he can help with pesky sidequests, secure him even further in their good books.

He has a Much Nicer meeting with Tav, no daggers involved. He's smooth and suave but... they're not buying it. For some reason, they're not falling for him. He recalls cute moments they had in his past and they aren't happening here, why arent they happening- why arent they ~~his~~

Because they fell for Astarion the Spawn, not whoever the hell this is. And his behavior gets him left behind more often than not, even when he has things to point out about current questlines.

And maybe one of those times he's left behind, Tav gets severely wounded, bc in the other timeline Astarion was there covering their back-

And maybe shadowheart is out of healing, and they don't have another healer-

So they get back to camp with a Tav who is very clearly struggling to hold on to life and Astarion is suddenly confronted with the fact that he might lose them *again*

So that night he fucks off. He returns the next morning with Karlach and two bags full of health pots. He raided every stash he remembered in the first timeline wnd grabbed em, and also Karlach bc he killes the fake paladins and looted their corpses and she was nearby.

On the way back, Karlach tries to strike up a conversation and mentions how this person must mean a lot to him if he's willing to hunt down health pots in the middle of the night and take down (fake) paladins just for their stuff. And he realizes she is correct, and he does not want to imagine life without Tav.

So he makes it back (ignoring the situation with Wyll, those two will live until he's done) and heads straight to Tav's tent. Almost drowns them in health pots, then sits down. Properly apologizes. Just like 'My behavior up til now has been... less than ideal. That changes now. I don't expect you to forgive me for my past actions, but I am sorry for how I've acted.'

Tav asks him why he's so fixated on them.

'Maybe... in another life, I failed you. Maybe I intend to make it up in this one.'

#bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #ascended astarion #astarion bg3 #for reference a peggy sue is mental time travel #usually someone from late in a piece of media wakes up earlier in the story memories intact #i think its like the only way to redeem an ascended astarion #the power has to Go or he can't change #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #fic ideas

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hazelrose3637 · 5 months

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Nikki's Birthday Live Stream!

Well, Shiny Designers, the Glitter of Wishes live stream has come to an end. And, wow, has it been a treat!

In case you missed it, here's the full itinerary:

A sweet Momo montage! Our favorite kitty gets a new song! Of course he mentions food in it lol

And we get a cute animation sequence of Nikki finding Momo practicing a dance in secret. Who knew Momo was so skilled?

Now, we get into the main part of the live stream. After greeting us, Nikki and Momo have a memory notebook that contains well wishes and gifts from across Miraland... and even from real life!

We visit Cloud Empire first, where the game devs filmed a stunning display of molten iron fireworks! They spent a whole day finding the perfect spot, setting up the smithing tools, and then setting off brilliant sparks. They were incredible to watch!

And then, the first round of giveaways: 12 lucky people will get 12 Sea of Fantasy tickets and 1206 pink gems. (Get it? 12/06 is Nikki's birthday.)

Off to Pigeon Kingdom afterward! A short and cute stop-motion sequence made of clay and felt shows Nikki and Momo having fun with arts and crafts. I wonder how long it took the animators to move the figures frame by frame? Nevertheless, it looks amazing!

The next giveaway code is PIGEONKINGDOM, and it will give 2888 to 5 stylists.

Third stop on our journey is Wasteland, and it offers the most gifts! First, we get Letters from Wasteland, where Vivian, Jiang Beixi, Zoey, Tess, Yisu, and even Queen Hester share memories and wishes for Nikki.

And then, we get a second dance, this time of Nikki in her standard SN dress, the Voice of Desire suit, and the Bloom Up suit as three versions of her dance to Bloom Up! It's all so cute! ^_^

Lastly, we get a quick animation sequence of Momo and his hamster friend grilling (and fighting over) steak. Nikki saves the day in a very sweet way.

Before we go to Ninir Kingdom, the third round of giveaways starts, with the code NINIRKINGDOM offering 5888 pink gems for 2 lucky stylists.

Now in Ninir, we get a glimpse of Nikki's birthday outfit! It's a lovely pink fireworks-themed dress, complete with a crown. You can check out OrangeCatty's blog here for a video and full rundown.

And we get to see our next event: the second Sanrio collab, this time with Kuromi and Pompompurin! Who else can't wait for the adorable animal friends?

Not only that, but the entire server gets a redeem code: HBDNIKKI for 520 gems! Make sure to claim it before the 14th of December.

But guess what is a bigger surprise? Real gamers voicing their wishes for Nikki! I recognized only a couple, but it was still so cool to see how many people the devs reached out to make this live stream even sweeter.

To wrap up the live stream, we got a mashup of several different Nikki songs, all leading up to the premier of a new song, Fireworks of Memories. Such a sweet song :)

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The last giveaway is BESTWISH for 8888 pink gems, and only one very lucky stylist will get that. Momo comes back for an encore montage, this time with Nikki singing along.

If you'd like to check out the full archived video, check it out here.

See you next time, Shiny Designers!

#shining nikki #livestream #redeem code #fireworks of memories #birthday #gift #animation #Youtube

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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Imagine if in a AU or something like that, Quaritch spent more time with Spider, and he starts influencing some of his views of people. Nothing drastic but he ends up with a lot of stories before the hometree battle.

He now has a vivid image about Parker, a not so vivid but still appreciated image about her mother. Also, Quaritch tells him about Grace, Trudy and the other scientist.

He tells him about Jake too.

At first it was not pretty, filled with betrayal and hate. He tells Spider about how Sully fell in love with Pandora, (he says it as a bad thing, but Spider relates so much he’s mesmerized by the story)

But then he started talking (probably unconsciously) about good things, how he was stubborn, and that’s what kept him alive those months. How he was a good soldier, how he was brave, etc.

And it gets personal later, (in my mind Quaritch views Jake -especially Avatar 1 Jake- as something close to a son) and he shows that view to spider.

He tells him about how he was worried when the reports came in that sully wasn’t taking care of his human body, because he was so in love with his Avatar one. (Again, Spider completely understands)

He talks about the betrayal, but not from a RDA point, form a personal one. Jake betrayed HIM. (Sadly, Spider can relate to that one too)

And by the time he gets back to the Sullys he has a different view of Jake. And, involuntarily, they feel more like brothers than anything else. (That also makes the custody battle easier when Quaritch comes back)

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(Something similar to the brother thing could happen with kiri if she talks with Grace)

I love making quaritch a soft asshole, like still a maniac and a major asshole, but his got a very small but very much their soft spot. so I'm gonna run with this.

no matter what he said, what he did, that tiny part of him loved and appreciated the people around him; jake, grace, his squad, etc.

jake was like his kid, his boy, the kid he had to drag out of the avatar room to get some sun, the kid he had to carry to infirmity cause he hadn't eaten in 2 days and passed out on reentry. he told spider that jake was the biggest idiot he had ever seen in his life, and that he was surprised he made it this far.

he talks about 'the quacks' how he respected even the nerdiest of them, because they never backed don from a challenge. he talks about grace, how she's been like an asshole of a big sister, and he liked that, she always bit back at him, she made life fun. he even admits regretting what his human self did, shooting her.

miles's stories never end, he always has a new one, the more he talks the more he remember's, and at first that scares spider, thinking it may bring out more the man he's heard about, but in fact it does the opposite. spider catch's glimpses of humanity in his dad, as he recals stories of another life... and maybe, just maybe, he starts rethinking that whole 'monster' thing. sure he was a bad person, he lead the war, but maybe there was a heart in him, maybe in this new life, he had a chance to be different.

soon enough he finds himself looking forward to nights by the fire, listening to stories about how he used to mess with grace, how he had to help her take care of jake so he didn't end up in a coma, how he and his squad has their whoo's and whims with the science and flight crew (quaritch with paz, lyle shooting his shot with anything that moved... including norm @little-box-of-autism knows what I'm talking about, zdog and one of the other lady pilots), adventures on pandora. he gets to know about the life the preceded him, his mother, jake, kiri's mom, the war. he was always told knowledge was power, so he remembers it all, and hopes that one day he has the power to change things.

#miles quaritch #grace augustine #jake sully #you can't tell me that jake hadn't accidentally starved himself into a low blood sugar coma and that miles didn't make it his problem #he'd call him an idiot all the way #but he stayed suspiciously close to the med bay until he saw that idiot and then dragged him to the caf #lyle wainfleet #zdog #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #paz socorro #quaritch #spider sees good in this new version of his dad and hopes to eywa he can use these memories to redeem him #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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caracolcondiarrea · 1 month

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Eliza could just have said "your actions really hurted me" and called it a day, but she decided to say ( while burning all of Hamilton´s letters to Eliza):

"I saved every letter you wrote me From the moment I read them I knew you were mine You said you were mine I thought you were mine

Do you know what Angelica said When we saw your first letter arrive? She said Be careful with that one, love He will do what it takes to survive

You and your words flooded my senses Your sentences left me defenseless You built me palaces out of paragraphs You built cathedrals I’m re-reading the letters you wrote me I’m searching and scanning for answers In every line For some kind of sign And when you were mine The world seemed to

Burn Burn

You published the letters she wrote you You told the whole world how you brought This girl into our bed In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives Do you know what Angelica said When she read what you’d done? She said You have married an Icarus He has flown too close to the sun

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy Your sentences border on senseless And you are paranoid in every paragraph How they perceive you

You, you, you

I’m erasing myself from the narrative Let future historians wonder how Eliza Reacted when you broke her heart You have torn it all apart I am watching it Burn Watching it burn The world has no right to my heart The world has no place in our bed They don’t get to know what I said I’m burning the memories Burning the letters that might have redeemed you You forfeit all rights to my heart You forfeit the place in our bed You sleep in your office instead With only the memories Of when you were mine I hope that you burn"

#sorry if i misspelled anything #Hamilton #alexanderhamilton #thomas jefferson miku binder #hamilton an american musical #Eliza #elizabeth schuyler #burn #burn hamilton #lin manuel miranda #Phillipa Soo #what a master piece #I´M BURNING THE MEMORIES #BURNING THE LETTERS THAT MIGTH HAVE REDEEMED YOU. YOU FORFEIT ALL RIGTHS TO MY HEART.#what a good song to sing and listen to when someone cheats on you

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astarionz · 4 months

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not to ramble about my oc again but i was thinking about immren and his lack of selfhood due to bhaal's influence. then his realization that his body doesn't even belong to himself, it belongs to bhaal and his patron (who infested itself within his body)

so i was thinking about in my second immren playthrough (redeemed durge this time) and when he dies + gets revived by withers, his body doesn't belong to bhaal anymore + his patron recognizes that he Died so it leaves his body (its a really gross sight. freaks everyone in the party out). and Something Something, immren being allowed to be a person finally

no more warlock......... sorcerer only time...

#gortash dying and immren having that intense relief of having zero ties to his past but theres like complicated feelings involved #bc his patron did help restore memories so he Remembers his feelings towards him. but gale is also there for him now #and immren wants nothing to do with bhaal + the dead three in general #twisted and evil immren timeline vs redeemed but still evil immren timeline.. Two Immrens #txt #oc: immren

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So I’ve been reading a lot of villainess isekai novels and Portia came to mind. Imagine a modern day business woman, who after a car accident find herself in the world of Bridgerton, her favorite book series, a 12 years before the start of the first story as Baroness Featherington. Except the Featheringtons are the villains in this universe! Portia was a harsh woman who picked on her third youngest for her weight and would force her daughters to wear horrible colors! The two oldest would pick on Penelope constantly leading her to cling to the Bridgertons greedily while starting a infamous column that nearly ruined people and (I was inspired by all the posts hating on Penelope) with Penelope is later executed for her Whistledown exploits and Portia banished! Oh heck no! Isekai!Portia quickly takes charge of this family, leading them from ruin while also guiding her daughters along firm but more lovingly. As a result Prudence and Phillipa don’t bully Penelope and she’s more comfortable in her own skin. Portia also makes sure her daughter doesn’t meet the Bridgertons to avoid her death flag and Penelope instead befriends Phillip Crane (who Portia also takes under her wing as Phillip would commit suicide in the books down the road due to his trauma). If she hopes Penelope and Phillip will end up together given their closeness, that’s no one’s business now is it. Still, she breathes a sigh of relief when Daphnes season starts with no sign of Whistledown and as her family flourishes, Portia is content to watch her girls thrive and be a loving family. Until Penelope turns 21 and debuts and she watches flabbergasted as Colin bypasses the woman he is supposed end up with (the heroine of his book!) to sign her daughters dance card, TWICE!! Cue Portia trying to keep her daughter away from the Bridgertons to avoid her death, with a very uninterested Penelope who just wants to read in peace without this weird man attempting to gain her attention.

You know, villainess Isekai oddly fits Portia. I like this idea.

Um so this is a long post. I accidentally went a little overboard and I’m on mobile so no read more. Sorry.

So, here's what I'm thinking:

After the birth of her fourth daughter Lady Portia Featherington had woken up with memories of her life before she was Lady Portia Featherington.

In her life before she was a successful, but lonely businesswoman. She had wanted a family, children of her own, but life had not played those cards for her. At 30 years old Portia's past life had ended in an accident.

It was strange her new life and the world around her reminded her of her favorite book series, Bridgerton. Portia was a sucker for a good romance series and having all the leads being from a loving family certainly added to its charm. The other family though, the ones written to be the darker and used as the villains more often than not in the books. Portia thought it was a bit unfair how the author made them so static and one dimensional compared to their Bridgerton counterparts. Some parts of the fandom believed the author held a weird grudge against them. What were their names again?

"Lady Featherington, your daughters are here to see you and the baby," a maid announced.

Portia felt herself sit straighter, daughters. She had daughters in this world. How many? At least three, maybe more? The maid has used daughters as in plural, and she had just given birth to another. Portia could feel a smile growing on her face.

"Please bring them in," Portia said.

The maid looked slightly startled but did as asked. Three redheaded girls were shuffled into the room. If Portia remembered correctly the baby in her arms was Felicity, the oldest at 11 was Prudence, next was Phillipa at 10, and then at 7 was Penelope.

Portia focused in on her third daughter. The little girl folded in on herself, her baby fat cheeks flushing red. Penelope, this was her daughter Penelope. Why does she look so scared? No little girl should look like she has more insecurities than she does years-

The pieces fell together.

The reason this world reminded her of the Bridgerton series so much was because they are one and the same. And Portia Featherington was one of the villainesses.

For reasons unknown to the readers in the series the mother of the Featherington family was cruel to her daughters, especially to her thirdborn. There was some members of the fandom theorized it had to do with Lord Featherington leaving her spurned and possibly in massive debt. She had verbally broken each daughter, successfully turning them into villainesses themselves. The older two, Prudence and Phillipa, took majority of their frustrations and anger out on their younger sisters. Penelope and Felicity turned their cruelty on the ton. They worked as a team, befriending sisters from the most beloved family in the ton, the Bridgertons. Once they secured that Penelope put her gift for writing to work by creating a gossip column sheet that told everyone’s secrets, no matter how big or small, using full names, and was purposefully written to ruin lives. With one word they could turn the whole ton against each other. It went even so far as to expose the secrets of the royal family. No one suspected the darling friends of the Bridgertons though.

Well until book four where Colin Bridgerton had exposed Penelope as the gossip columnist Lady Whistledown. At the end of the book Penelope is executed, and Felicity had escaped until book seven where she goes head-to-head with her former Bridgerton bestie. Portia herself is sent to live in exile, while it is unknown what happened to the older two.

Portia looked over all her daughter once more. No, she will not let them become that.

As soon as she was able to Portia had moved her daughters out to their country home near the border of Gloucestershire and Somerset. Best to get her daughters away from the main setting and heroes of the series for as long as she could. She’s gonna fight tooth and nail to make sure her daughters are alive and happy.

From their country home Portia began to put her business skills to work by first righting the accounts and then taking a look at some new business deals. Portia winced at how little money her family actually had, apparently those fandom theories were not far off. The husband she left in London certainly had a gambling problem. She can fix this though.

Penelope, who was now eight and not as afraid to come near her mother, watched as she stood on her tippytoes. “Mama what are you doing?”

“Looking over the accounts sweetie. I’m thinking about investing in a new deal and I want to see how much money I can use. I am also making sure I am choosing the right business partner.” Portia picked Penelope up and sat her on her lap. “Do you wish to help Mama?”

Penelope nodded; eyes focused on the papers in front of her.

Portia picked up the list of names. “Remember darling, picking the right business partner is just as important as picking the right deal.”

About a week later Penelope came rushing into the house dragging behind her a boy about two years older than her. “Mama! I have a new business partner!” Penelope told her proudly.

“How wonderful darling, you must tell me. But first, who is that young man behind you?” Portia asked.

The boy, who could be no older than ten, blushed, and ducked his head. Honestly Portia was just surprised to Penelope dragging him around. She’s still so shy around new people.

“Hello, I’m Phillip Crane,” the boy said, barely above a whisper.

Of all the people her daughter could befriend in Gloucestershire she had chosen one of the Bridgerton villains. Sir Phillip Crane was the main villain of the fifth book. After the events of book four Eloise Bridgerton is sent out to the countryside to visit her cousin Marina to help her come to terms of her former best friend psychologically terrorizing the ton. Uknown to either of them, Marina’s husband had been driven insane years ago by his father’s abuse, and now uses poison to make sure no one ever gets as mad as the former Sir Crane ever did again.

The young boy in front of her now though, the shy thing that wouldn’t look her in the eyes was not that man yet. Maybe she could help him too.

“Would you like some tea Phillip?”

As it turns out the two met in the meadow that Penelope likes to collect flowers from. Phillip had ran there to escape his drunk father and just so happened to bump into Penelope. Both their shy natures took over at first, until Phillip couldn’t bare the silence anymore and picked up one of the flowers Penelope dropped, spouting off every fact he knew about it.

“Phillip knows a lot about flowers Mama!” Penelope said excited. “He can help me make good flower choices!”

Portia smiled at the blossoming friendship.

Later on the new friends were playing in the library, and Portia was feeding Felicity.

“Lady Featherington, a Sir Crane is here,” Mrs. Varley said, notes of disgust in her voice.

“I will see him in the drawing room,” Portia said. “Thank you, Mrs. Varley.”

Portia debated putting Felicity down, but then decided she rather see that man squirm. And squirm he did.

The current Sir Crane couldn’t look Portia in the eye, though she wonders if would have been able to at all with how drunk he was. “You wish to what?”

“Take Phillip in as my ward. If the rumors are true, you do not wish to raise him. You can focus on his older brother to become the next Sir Crane.”

“And why would you want the brat?” Sir Crane hiccupped.

Portia gave a lazy shrug. “I’m a businesswoman, I like to invest.”

Penelope is twelve when she drags another new villainous business partner into the house. This one helping with good choices when it comes to art. Her name is Sophie Beckett, she is currently sixteen and she is the villain of the third book. Born as an illegitimate daughter of a lord, her stepmother had forced her into a life of poverty. Sophie found she much rather live a life of thievery. This Sophie has currently only stolen one ring that she offers to Portia in exchange for a job.

Portia gains another ward.

A year after taking Sophie in Portia makes a new business partner of her own.

It was a lazy morning for the Featherington household. Phillip and Penelope were teaching six-year-old Felicity to read. Her youngest sat between the two as they go over the words in the book. Sophie sits across from them working on her needlework. Prudence and Phillipa were laughing as they practiced one of their dances.

Portia was going over her correspondences when a thought hit her. She clapped her hands. “Children!”

All of them looked up.

“Today during tea we will have some guests joining us.”

“Who is to join us, Aunt Portia?” Sophie asked.

“Lady Sheffield and her two daughters. She’s recently moved to Somerset and would like some help with possible business connections.”

To the family’s surprise a Lady Mary Sharma and her two daughters had arrived for tea. The family of three had recently moved to Somerset from India after the death of Lady Sharma’s husband. Mary had thought it would be the best move since while Kate was technically out in society the family needed to gather the necessary funds to have a chance at a London season or two for when both her and when Edwina is of age. “Sadly, not everything can be new at the moment,” Mary said. “The seal I currently use still has my maiden name on it.”

Portia nods in understanding. It had taken her years to finally get her finances in proper order after her deceased husband almost sent them into debt. “And I will gladly help you where I can.”

The two women spent going over some of the best choices for Mary to invest. Once in a while one of Portia’s brood would call out a suggestion. Kate had alternated from between the two groups. Portia glanced up at her as she came to back over.

Kate Sharma, the villain of the second book. Of all the villains Kate was deemed one of the most dangerous right next to Penelope. The main difference being that Penelope played the long game, while Kate caused as much destruction as she could in the shortest amount of time possible. Spurned by a father who could never see her more than an extension of his dead wife, and always compared lesser to her half-sister, Kate grew up into a cold woman with a temper.

The young lady that stood before her now though, was not cold, and appeared to having a loving relationship with her stepmother and sister. Portia wasn’t sure what started the changes already for her but keeping an eye one things couldn’t hurt right? After all she did like Mary and their children seemed to get along well.

“Are you sure you don’t mind us staying with you during the season?” Mary asked.

“It’s no problem at all,” Portia said. “Rent in London is expensive, and you’ll be able to bring the girls for more than one season this way.”

While she may have made trips on her own for business, this was the first time since she left that Portia was bringing her whole family to London. Prudence and Sophie are 18 now and it is time for them to make their debut.

Kate was also being brought to London earlier. Instead of 1814 where her sister debuted with her, Kate was taking this step by herself. Portia wonders how this change will affect things. She hopes it means the start to a few different endings than the ones in the books.

Currently Portia, Mary, and their debutante daughters were at Lady Danbury’s opening ball. The two mamas watched their daughters. Prudence looked to be the only one excited to be there. Sophie was hiding behind the two girls, and Kate was acting more like a chaperone than a debutante.

“Oh Kate,” Mary sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Portia chuckled. “Imagine how she’ll be once Edwina debuts.”

Mary glared at Portia. “Please do not put that thought into my head right now.”

Portia was about to laugh again when she felt a pair of eyes on her.

“Lady Featherington.”

Oh lovely, Portia was wondering how long it was going to be before she ran into her. Portia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes before turning around. She smiled her business smile. “Lady Bridgerton, how wonderful to see you again.”

The Dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton was more or less a rival to Portia, a sort of frenemy. Portia wasn’t quite sure how it started, though she feels like it was probably her fault, but there has been this tension between them for years. Even in her old life you could feel the tension through the pages, but that had been when Portia Featherington was Violet Bridgerton’s villainess foil. Portia isn’t sure what’s fueling it now, especially since Portia now had the habit of trying to avoid any interaction with the Bridgertons. If they’re never around one another then she and her family won’t be in danger from the book endings.

“I hear you are back in London with your whole family this time,” Violet said. Her tone was overly polite, as if she wanted to say something else but social rules demanded she not.

Portia responded in that same overly polite tone. “Just for the season, my two oldest have recently debuted this year, and I thought getting the others used to London before their own seasons would be wise. Your oldest daughter debuted this year as well, correct?”

Violet nodded. “Yes. Daphne is very excited.”

Before either could say more one of the younger lords walked by, and Violet’s eyes narrowed in on her prey. Making her excuses the dowager viscountess snatches her daughter away from her three brothers to go make an introduction.

Mary wrapped her arm in Portia’s. “I did not know if you two were to duel or kiss.”

“Mary!” Portia exclaimed.

Mary laughed. “Can you blame me for thinking so? I felt as if I had walked in on newlyweds whose foreplay was fighting.”

Portia swatted the arm that was connected to her’s. “That is probably my fault. I’ve told you before I was not the nicest lady before moving to the countryside.”

Mary nodded. “So, you have told me.”

Three years later Portia finds herself smiling as she watched the now 21 years old Phillip and 19 years old Penelope dancing. Ugh these children are growing up so fast. Prudence and Phillipa have already married in their 3rd and 2nd seasons respectively. Sophie still chooses to stick closer to the now on the shelf Kate than dance with any gentleman. Which was fine by Portia, she understood Sophie’s fear of being at the financial mercy of someone else. If that means Sophie chooses not to marry and focus on creating images for scientific books than she was more than welcome to. Phillip and Penelope had just recently returned. Phillip had wanted to study different plants on a Grand Tour for his last year at university and offered to take Penelope with him. It would put Penelope a year behind in debuting but honestly Portia did find it be a better opportunity for her daughter and allowed. She probably should have sent a chaperone with but they have known each other for over a decade. And if they came and have decided to marry Portia would not be against it.

That third daughter of her’s definitely gave her a heart attack though. Penelope was 17 when she was supposed to start writing Lady Whistledown. Portia had been on the lookout all season, but it seemed her daughter had not taken an interest. Well until about halfway through the season that is.

Portia had just come downstairs for breakfast where she already found Mary reading over a couple pamphlets.

“What are you reading Mary?” Portia asked as she sat down.

“There is a new author this year,” Mary said. “A Lady Whistledown-”

Portia chocked on her tea. “What!” She thought she had avoided this! Her Penelope was not like the Penelope from the books! She was loved, happy, and a confident young lady. She was not as alone as she was in the books. How could she turn to gossip writing? Portia scrambled to grab one of the pamphlets.

“Oh that is the second story,” Mary said. She reached for another pamphlet and then handed it to Portia. “This is the one you want to start with.”

Turns out the pamphlets all contain a short story with a larger story forming in the background of each pamphlet. All of them focusing on finding love, some of them adding a bit of scandal. Oh, there was still a little bit of Ton gossip snuck in here and there, but if one was not looking for it then they would miss it. Honestly it was such a creatve idea, and Portia felt so proud of her daughter.

“I say, what are those Bridgerton boys doing?” Mary questioned, pulling Portia out of her memories.

Portia narrowed her eyes. The three eldest Bridgertons, Anthony, Benedict, and Colin, were all making their way across the ballroom towards the corner she last saw Phillip and Penelope head towards after their dance, meaning the others are there as well.

Well, she had a guess what Anthony was about to do. Though she may be against it now Anthony did marry Edwina in the books. Portia is guessing that this event will still hold true, even if it was delayed by Edwina wanting to delay her debut a year so her family could gather more money for two daughters going to balls instead of one.

That does not explain the other two brothers though. They had actually just bypassed the women who would have been their wives in the books. Maybe they are backing up their older brother?

What. The. HELL?!

Someone must have spiked that punch because there is no way what Portia just saw was true. But glancing at Mary’s face did not give Portia any hope with that concept.

Did the Bridgertons ABC just ask the villainesses of their books to dance with them? Then they signed their cards twice?!

Portia locked eyes with Violet from across the ballroom, the later smirked and winked at her.

Alright then, game fucking on.

#nothing like the trauma of birth to awaken your memories from your past life #this got away from me #it's also a little jumpy but that means i can add scenes in different areas later #how did I go from portia redeeming herself and her daughters to helping redeem all the spouses?#portia is collecting all the 'villainous' children #i may have stumbled into portia x violet hole again #can anyone say portia x violet enemies to lovers?#still debating how i'll fit simon and michael into this #villianess isekai au #bridgerton #portia featherington #villian spouses #penelope featherington #phillip crane #sophie beckett #kate sheffield #kate sharma

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His voice was fading away, yet it was definitely not the voice of a man preparing himself for death. Almost at the same time, roars of crackling thunders could be heard coming from the far side of the heavens. They did not belong to Indra's thunderbolts. The space-time was distorting, and the noises were generated by something crossing over a gigantic Gate. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't see that spectacle, but Anna Croft witnessed it in his stead. It was an army enveloped in pitch-black darkness; a single realm buried deep inside an ancient Myth was currently crossing over to this world. – Yoo Joonghyuk, you stupid bastard!! Yoo Joonghyuk heard the loud yelling from the one standing at the forefront of that army and spoke up. "…Because I have allies in this turn who won't betray me." [Nebula, < Underworld >, has joined the 'Great War of Saints and Demons'.]

Joonghyuk! You’re not allowed to yell at Dokja when you do stupid stuff like this!!!

Awww, but he trusted Dokja to come in time to save him.

BUT STILL DON’T DO THINGS LIKE THIS JOONGHYUK!

But also that was awesome and Dokja is totally gonna fanboy super hard over you destroying one of the strongest constellations of Vedas in a single strike. Right after he gets done cursing you out and grumbling with Sooyoung about what an idiot you are.

THIS WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN JOONGHYUK!

But it was very Protagonist of you.