#this quote makes me LONG for the stars ugh

[stupidlovergirl]

TL;DR He's HOT! In which you get caught gushing about how into them you are, by them

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan,Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor Dateables Version not edited

"What do I like about Lucifer?" you repeat back. "What is there not to like? He has a pretty good fashion sense, a mature vibe also-" you kept rambling, naming qualities you like about the eldest demon, from his physical qualities to his personality. 

He honestly couldn't believe his ears. He had just come to drop off some documents and ask questions. He didn't suspect that you and Diavolo would be talking about him, much less what you supposedly liked about him. The list must be quite great, as you have barely taken a breath and kept chattering off things.

"To sum it up, Lucifer is one the hottest men I've met. Mature with the just right amount of playfulness. Not to mention easy on the eyes" you finish, love sick look in your eyes

He stopped and waited before appearing a little while after. Diavolo could tell he heard, by the smug smirk he wore. You felt awkward, I mean you were literally JUST singing the man's praises. Giving the documents to Diavolo, Lucifer chatted a little before saying goodbye.

You immediately got called to his office after you came home. Man literally started quoting what you said as you rotted away in the chair in front of his desk. Don't worry, he's just having his fun before he tells you the feeling is mutual.

Mammon catches you talking to Asmo about him on one of your spa days. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop! Honest! You were just kinda loud and he could hear all that you were saying about him through the door.

“Have you SEEN his eyes Asmo? They are the prettiest shade of blue! Ugh, and his hair is so freaking soft. I have never been so in love. He can rob me blind as long as he just keeps smiling. I am so down bad. AND ANOTHER THING-!” you said, going on another tangent. 

Mammon is blushing sooo bad. He is so pumped you like him back! As you should, he IS your first man!!! He has no preservation instincts, so he yells in victory, fistpumping the air. Asmo gets on to him and they have an argument about how he needed to learn to stop that. You, on the other hand, are trying to hide.

Mammon kidnaps you (against all of Asmo's protest) and tells you that you should feel that way about him! He is the Great Mammon after all, your first man! He also stutters out that he likes you too. 

Leviathan does not know how the stars aligned, but he heard you and Beel talking in the kitchen. Well, you were talking as Beel scarfed down the entirety of the fridge and pantry. (He's hoping that his rainbow pizza is a survivor).

"He is just so dreamy, Beel. I don't know how he doesn't see it. His sunset eyes, his devotion to his games? Ugh, and when he goes on his nerd rants? Be still my beating heart!!" You exclaim dramatically. 

Through a muffled mouth of food, he hears his younger brother reply 

"Just tell him. I'm pretty sure he likes you back" 

"He's like a wild animal! Can't approach him to fast or he will run away!! Ugh, but I wanna kiss him so baddd"

He squeaks at that comment, quite loudly. The two of you come out of the kitchen, but Levi is GONE. He might have given away someone who was listening in, but he will not get caught.

Later in the week, he invites for an anime marathon, and makes it very obvious he knows. Just tell him there, he'll freak out, but accept anyways.

Honestly, it was your fault for talking about Satan in a library, especially quite close to the mystery novels.

He was looking for a novel, when he heard you and Mammon talking. He recalls that earlier in the week you two got in trouble for low quiz scores, so you must have been forced to stay here for so many hours.

"Ugh, he is so cute. I love him sooo much. He is so cute when he plays with the cats in the street. He looks so at peace and comfy I lose my mind. Not to mention, his ability to remember things? Iconic. He is the only reason I pass history. I have never felt this way before! I think Satan is, like, my perfect match."

"Good for you. Did you find a cheat sheet online?" Mammon replies boredly.

"I don't think Lucifer would appreciate you not even attempting the work, Mammon" Satan replies, startling both of you.

"Satan!" the both of you yell, in shock.

"H-how long have you been there?" You ask nervously. Oh, how cute is all Satan can think.

"Long enough"

He ignores it till Mammon and you finish your work, with his help of course. He tells you the feeling is mutual, and that he appreciates all the compliments.

Asmo was running late. It was usual, beauty takes time you know! It's also tasteful to be fashionably late, keeping suspense up. He does feel a little bad, as it is Solomon and you kept waiting. It was a cute new café that he had seen all over Devilgram, and just knew that the three of you had to go together.

He was about to yell out for you two, but he saw you passionately talking about something so he decided not to.

"He is just so pretty, Sol. Do you ever think he would be into me? He is completely out of my league, but maybe there's a small chance?? I could be, like, his funny little significant other who hypes him up!! I think Asmo would appreciate that, don't you?"

Solomon, who had noticed Asmo approaching, just shrugged. 

"I dunno, you ask him" is all he says, pointing at the object of your affections with a smirk.

Asmo is soooo happy!!!!! You and him are gonna be the prettiest couple to ever exist, and he tells you that right then and there. He announces that you're dating right on the spot, as you and he both obviously want to. You three have a good day out, and when you go home, Asmo spoils you as you both talk about how the other one is prettier.

Beel had just gotten out of a shower after a workout. He, you, and Belphie had a movie night planned. Aka, Beel gets snacks, Belphie sleeps through the entire thing, and you get to see something you have wanted to for a little bit while hanging out with the twins. It was a perfect win-win -win for all three of you. You and Belphie we're doing prep(you were while Belphegor slept the whole time) for when he came back in their room. So, when he heard you giggling in their room, Beel couldn't help but smile.

"He is so perfect, Belph! He cares so deeply for everyone, and is so kind. I dunno if I ever met such a sweetheart before. I think I should go for it, but I don't know. I figure I should ask you how he feels since he is your twin"

"Go for it" is all Belphegor replies with, sleep obvious in his words. He hears you laugh again, and then decides to open the door.

You look a little pale, and Belphie looks a little smug. He probably heard him coming down the hall, with his better hearing.

"Hey! So I thought-"

"You really feel that way?" Beel ask.

"Oh! You, uh, heard that. Yeah, I really do"

Ecstatic, he smiled so big when you said you were serious. Puppy boyfriend aquired baybee!!!!!!! You two watch the movie while holding hands and cuddling as best you could. Belphie appreciates you two being together but he's not giving up the best cuddle spot to indulge you two.

Belphie, Satan, and you had a scheduled Anti-Lucifer League meeting. The plan was to move everything in Lucifer's office half an inch to irk him. Belphegor had fallen asleep, so he came in a little later than you two. 

"He is so cute when he sleeps Satan! He literally acts like a cat! When he snuggles his head into my stomach I lose my mind!!! I might be reading into it too hard, but I think he might also like me back? Maybe I'm delusional, but it seems like it! I like Belphie so much, he makes me crazy"

"Criminally insane, crazy does not fully describe how in deep you are" Satan replies boredly, like he had heard this rant time and time again.

Belphie, is of course, happy. You like him! Him! Oh man, this is such a good day. He obviously acts like he doesn't know anything when he enters the room. You look awkward, and Satan is tired. After a day or two, he brings it up. He wanted to make you feel like he hadn't heard you. He makes fun of you for being so down bad, but accepts your feelings and tells you he feels the same. He might not show it, but he is also so into you it almost hurts.

#obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obswd x reader #obey me x you #lucifer x you #mammon x you #leviathan x you #satan x you #asmodeus x you #beelzebub x you #belphegor x you #i will get better at tags. one of these days #bunny's.game.collection

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.1

I thank my lucky stars every night that Yoko eventually got sick of playing secret-keeper.

Paul: I didn't leave the Beatles. The Beatles have left the Beatles . . . John said he wanted a divorce. Alright, so do I. See how they say “Beatles” and they mean each other sometimes?

Derek Taylor on John's position on the break-up: if Paul were to approach him and say “let's do it together again” he probably would; with no more words, he would probably do it. Which is an insane claim to make to a world full of people grieving the greatest band to ever exist unless you are very very sure of that probability. But if it's true that that's all it would have taken, and Paul didn't do it? That hurts my head a little. Do we think he was just hurt too bad to want it back? Do we think he didn't know he had that kind of power? Do we think he was glad to be free of the group?

Ugh my heart can't take it. I'd cry too, John, watching that. I mean look at how they are looking at each other. Look at everything they've lost in a year. I'd bawl like a baby too.

Paul sends John a long, thorough letter, begging for them to legally end their partnership outside of a court. John's run out of cards at this point, but he still doesn't want to lose Paul, so he's just going to play dumb.

This is how bad he doesn't want to lose him, actually: he goes along with Klein in tricking Paul this time. Calls him up and asks him to come to the studio for a jam session, because it'll hurt his case in court. But for multiple reasons – the Eastmans were knowledgeable lawyers, and Paul might not have even wanted to be in a room with John at the time anyway – Paul doesn't come. Which John would've been hurt and angry over, no matter his motives.

"They tell you to stop crying at about age twelve. Be a man. What the hell's that?" I'm so proud of John for his (albeit long and backsliding) journey out of his toxic masculinity and violence. Something I honestly don't see him achieving without Yoko.

And from that quote it transitions to Paul in Scotland, looking like the embodiment of depression, as the opening of “Isolation” plays. It's perfect.

“And don't try to come over here. Or you might get in some trouble.” The way he just froze when he saw them filming him and then the next thing we see is him threatening them? Get ‘em, babe!

John sounds so giddy about this one-upping competition with Paul. I'll scare him and then he'll scare me!

The whole Lennon Remembers era is such a terrible case of diarrhea of the mouth in general, but the amount of homophobic language is quite striking compared to how John talked before and after.

John, talking about George in Rolling Stone: "he was working with two fucking brilliant songwriters and he learned a lot from us." People read that quote and just parrot it like they do with everything John said in this period and act like George had nothing to be angry over. He had every right to be much angrier and hold a much bigger grudge than he did.

And about George's new record, which was phenomenal and brilliant, John is transparently jealous and so cruel. If he'd said that about me and then asked me to play on his new record I'd tell him to go to hell. Why did George do it?

See and everyone who knows John knows how much he loved Brian and to hear him speaking so crassly and cruelly about Brian must've been a sure indication to them to just take the entire interview through that lense of “oh he's just saying shit”. But that's only the people who knew him. Everyone else for the rest of time took this shit as constitutional. And it pisses me off. It should be locked away in a vault somewhere and no one is allowed to listen to it until they've passed some kind of Beatles and emotional intelligence tests.

This crushes my soul. How warped must his definition of love have been by that point that he genuinely believed Phil Spector and Allen Klein loved him more than Paul and George did? It's bonkers.

John in 1967: all you need is love! John in 1971: the point of life is to manipulate people. . . . What the hell happened to you, buddy?

I go back and forth as to who's the smarter PR person: John or Yoko? Because maybe she's right. Maybe they shouldn't divulge that they're master manipulators. But is this one of those times when it's good to be all “look how honest we are about this! We're not hiding anything! We're saying bad things about ourselves too! So you should believe us about everything else!”

Really this documentarian should be hired to make all the music videos for all the Beatles and solo songs. This one for “Too Many People” is perfect. Paul walking into court with a full beard and a confident stride, John and Yoko in bed, Paul horse riding overlayed on Linda's gorgeous face like she's some goddess, designing his fate. All of it is just pure brilliance.

I'm forever laughing at just the title of the song, too. Because to John and Yoko it was so important that they were Weird and Off-putting. Different. Revolutionary. And to say “no. You're not special. There's actually an excess of people like you.” Is so funny to me.

“When she wants an A side, that's when we start fighting.” Oh gosh. Remember how I said he backslides a lot in his feminism journey? Yeah…

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Yeah, I know he meant to say it's weird to be best friends with a woman. But it sounds like he's saying it's weird to fuck a woman. Which maybe he subconsciously means both idk.

Paul: we need to legally dissolve the partnership because it's the only way we're attached anymore. Ouch. Okay it's true. It's deserved. But that must've stung for the guy who was terrified of losing people. Must've sent him into fight or flight.

I think the point of this framing is to say that if they'd had facetime back then, instead of just crackly phone lines, HDYS would not have been written. Not with those puppy eyes staring him down like that.

Interviewer: the song wasn't even funny though. John: well I think it's hilarious. Interviewer: hmm. Lol I love hearing interviewers talk to John about his lyrics like he's a real guy doing a real job, though. Imagine a music critic now saying John Lennon wasn't clever in his lyrics. You can't, yeah. Me either.

What a slap in the face to Cynthia. Guess she wasn't Cool Girl enough. Should've gone girled him. That would be an excellent fic. Cyn and Jane gone girl their idiot bfs and John and Paul realize they're in love on death row. But anyway, yeah. If Paul would've just pet John's head . . .

Another absolutely bonkers thing to say. That's something the Rockstar’s ex wife says in a documentary ten years after he's dead, not something a songwriting partner says, completely unprompted, in an exiting the band interview.

And then he goes off on what I see as a self-soothing diatribe on Paul the family man. You can see the hoops he jumped through to get himself there. What did Paul want that I couldn't give him? A family. And is that justified? Absolutely not, only pussies and conservatives want families.

Allan Klein: were you and Paul ever really close, then? John: no. John: not that I didn't love him. I did. It's just that every time I let my guard down, he hurt me. Holy shit. At this point, after getting hit in the face with so much of John's Paul-made pain with nothing from the other side but pictures of the happy McCartney family, I'm genuinely feeling quite angry at Paul. Me. An extremely biased Paul girl who knows it's far more complicated and multi-dimensional than this. No wonder the uninformed public fucking hated his guts.

And as they're showing this quote, “I didn't want to hurt you,” plays mournfully in the background. They really are so twisted up in each other there's no separating individual identities.

Okay so he's a psychopath. So what? He's the sexiest man that ever was or ever will be. He's allowed to be a horrible person. No, but really. He's Get Back Paul but healthier. He's done with his depression drinking and he's been spending a lot of time proving he's still useful enough to exist by building fences and shearing sheep.

And this is how Paul talks about George to interviews. John said Klein made ATMP a success but Paul disagrees. "George recorded it all, wrote it all, did it all, wasn't anything to do with [Klein]. It was George's victory, wasn't it?" Compare that to how John does it and tell me again why the hell George is Team John?

What is Paul's obsession with daddies? Actually I know exactly what the obsession with daddies comes from, but we won't get into that here. I do find it interesting that in ‘69 he's saying “we do need a sort of central daddy figure.” And in ‘71 he's deriding John needing one and won't let John's daddy of choice touch him with a hundred foot pole.

I tend to think Paul chafes against authority in general, but that's actually not right. He never had a problem with George Martin. I think it's just abusive authority or authority he doesn't trust yet.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #yoko ono #linda eastman #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

[tarisilmarwen]

Ahsoka "Dreams and Madness" Liveblog

Heeeeeeeeee.

My week has sucked, let's get into this already, this is some of the only true joy I'm deriving from life right now.

(I'm okay but legitimately, my week has sucked, lemme have this.)

HELLO CORUSCANT YOU'RE LOOKING PRETTY.

Ho daaaaayum, Hera bringing the fire to this meeting.

I am... annoyed by the emphasis on Hera as a maverick though, she was the Rebels character MOST beholden to the protocol and procedure of the hierarchy, the time she saved Kanan was the only time she ever really defied orders and dammit I have just patchworked myself my own answer okay so obviously she's normally very rule-abiding EXCEPT for times when her family and the people she cares about most need her help and no one else will give aid to her.

Curses upon my ability to iron out plot wrinkles I don't like.

Filoni must REALLY not like Xiono, he's giving him all the skeptic lines.

Course this is also one of the times the writing has to be hampered by trying to patchwork and salvage the Sequel Trilogy by explaining why the New Republic ignored the problem of the First Order until it was too late.

HI THREEPIO.

Man I am gonna cry ugly tears when we lose Antony Daniels, he loves playing Threepio so much, he's always up for it, never once complained that no one knows him from anything else.

Right so I get why they had Threepio deliver a message instead of trying to CGI frankenstein Leia into this but also Disney are cowards JUST RECAST THE MAIN TRIO I PROMISE NO ONE ACTUALLY HOLDS IT AGAINST ALDEN, TLJ JUST SUCKED AND SOLO WAS THE NEXT PRODUCT WE HAD TO TAKE THINGS OUT ON.

Seriously, the de-aging and CGI puppetry is starting to get uncomfortable and weird.

Chopper bout to throw hands in this courthouse lol.

I'm sorry, the emphasis on just how LONG this hyperspace trip is is absolutely making me reel with adoration for Ezra, he held the air inside the bridge of the Chimaera and the door closed and Thrawn in place ALL THE WAY TO PERIDEA IN ANOTHER FREAKING GALAXY.

YOUR FAVE COULD NEVER.

Loosen up a bit Rosario, you're stiff.

Oof that little bow between Ahsoka and Holo!Anakin.

Huyang begrudgingly having to remember to trust the Force lol.

Ohhhhh bastard, he put explosives in orbit to stop the purrgil!

.....Making the ring against the planet like that was supposed to be a visual reminder of the Death Star right?

The look of subtle but dawning horror in Thrawn's face when he realizes Ahsoka was Anakin's padawan lololol.

Like, "Ffffffffffffff--"

"Jedi are very good at hiding. They've been practicing that for years." Ah yes, excellent, another moment/quote I can add to my collection of "Thrawn barely containing his seething loathing of Ezra" bits lol.

*perks* Oh? Are we at the interesting parts now?

Ahhhh yes the minivan convoy with mom and dad Sabezra at the front.

There should have been waaaaaay more infodumping in this conversation, I need Ezra to boggle over everything.

Sabine still avoiding the question, but lol at Ezra's "The usual level [of complicated] or worse?" that's so cute.

THEIR BANTER IS ADORABLE I AM PILLOWING MYSELF IN IT AND MAKING A BLANKET FORT.

FRICK THIS IS PERFECT.

Ugh and he doesn't push her to talk about it, he's still so considerate of her armor and walls.

Someone, maybe multiple someones commented that they could see serious Two Towers aesthetics in this and... yeah no this is super LOTR-esque.

Lars Mikkelson continuing to kill it with his performance, as basic as it is.

[SIGHS HEAVILY AT THE CONTINUING INSISTENCE ON MAKING SABINE FORCE SENSITIVE] Okay, Filoni, whatever.

I'm ignoring this, I'm pretending she reached out to Ezra instead.

"Took me in when I really needed help." Ohhhhh do not do that, do not plant hurt/comfort ideas in my head ghgkasuhfkauhf.

He is so softly concerned about her aaaaahhhhhh.

I saw a few people confused by Baylan basically abandoning Shin to things here when he was acting so fond of her last episode so let me maybe shed some light on that situation. Ahem:

THE DARK SIDE DESIRE FOR POWER SLOWLY CONSUMES YOU UNTIL IT IS OVERWHELMING, UNTIL WHAT YOU WANTED THE POWER FOR NO LONGER MATTERS. THAT'S ITS NATURE THAT'S WHAT IT DOES. BECOMES MORE AND MORE OF AN OBSESSION UNTIL IT'S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT.

So yes, Baylan chucking Shin out to find her destiny or whatever because whatever it is that he's trying to seize power from is making him completely overlook her feelings.

"If Lord Baylan proves capable..." LOLOLOL BAYLAN DECIDED TO SCREW THAT NOISE HE'S IN IT FOR HIMSELF MY MAN.

GUNSHIPS! GUUUUUNSHIIIIIIIPS!

:D

Ezra can't leave the one crashed one, awwwwww.

Frick, him being the Noti's protector is just so frigging cute. I need fluff fics.

I'M GONNA DIE FROM THIS BANTER, IT'S ADORABLE.

Battle Couple Sabezra now? Y/Y?

Baylan's whole demeanor is changing, it's like he's soaking up the Dark Side energy of this place. Once again, awed by Ray Stevenson's sheer presence. The man feels massive and he's just standing there.

LOLOL THIS WHOLE ARGUMENT OVER THE "OUR" LIGHTSABER.

I'm grinning.

But also I wanna see Ezra hold his lightsaber again, pretty please?

Ahsoka doing much better now that she has both her blades this time.

*pillows hands* Can I watch Ezra forever please. I missed you son. Never leave me again.

HUYAAAAAAAAANG! :D

Oh man, how much dread and chagrin do you think Ezra had when he saw the stormtroopers?

Ho ho Thrawn looks eager for this.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEE.

(They are this close to holding hands you guys.)

This is probably giving Ezra flashblacks.

Oh sue me I want some angst and whump and pain to have happened in the interim.

Ahsoooooookkaaaaaaaaaaa! :D

Oh for, please stop using the beskar as literal plot armor. It sucks a lot of danger out of the fight.

Thrawn being all Xanatos Gambit like the pro he is.

Shin looking like she might cry, oh wow actual emotions.

FRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIICCCCKKK THAT ADORABLE LITTLE LAUGH.

Oh gosh, don't jinx it don't jinx it don't jinx it...

Wheeeeeeeeee that was... fun, actually!

The Sabezra bits were adorable. I have quibbles here and there but I'm just so happy being Sabine being happy and content and seeing Ezra being... Ezra.

Nervous for the last ep though. Hhhgnghhhhh I am very much stressed and I do not wish to be.

#star wars #ahsoka show #spoilers #liveblog #ezra bridger #grand admiral thrawn #sabezra

[run2seob]

5 things you like about 5 of your moots?

turned from subtly fangirling to "i'm (not)subtly in love with u and your blog" but thank u for the ask bcs i have an excuse to >:)

@gyuletters

her ability to write a variety of genres without using cliches

her kindness ^^ she's always complimenting accounts and writng the best reblogs

her theme (it's soo pretty) and how well it represents her. star's personality is so sweet and i feel like her theme reflects that

she comes up with the best prompts too! like i'm envious of her brain

how comforting her fics are (and binge worthy~)

@junoswrlld

even before me and juno became close, they were so so kind to me T0T

her ability to pace herself and balance her fics and personal life (i genuinely could not do this like.. admirable, seriously)

her crack ficshehsh they're so good >< she makes chapters leave you with suspense every time

how many memes she finds. it's one of my fav things because how do i wake up to 40 cat and scrimbo memes 😭

how reliable she is!! i can trust her with my fics and spoilers and it's so nice :> she gives motivation and gained my trust so easily :')

@mazeinthemoon

i can't believe i only have to do five?? i need more space to write about how moon writes. the way emotion is captured into her writing is filled with suspense but also comfort? like, in between dialogue, there's those quotes that you replay in your mind over and over again because how could someone think of that?

^^ adding onto this, the way she incorporates figurative language into her text perfectly captures the moment. it's not blatant and keeps the sentence flow which is impressive. as a writer i respect moon even more because even i struggle with that T0T

i've said this for everyone but can you blame me? they're all kind, moon included! she's always answering asks in the kindest way

^^ additionally, the way she types is so cute. and by this i mean kaomojis and emoticons. i love emoji faces so much hehe

best for last ofc~ her fics in general! glitter and the goalie both had me hooked. like essay long notes and annotations. i might reread glitter because of how on the edge it had me and bcs of her recent post.. detective reader activated >:)

@hueningsloverr

RHIA'S ANGST. that's shakespeare's child now, seriously. the way she writes angst is beautiful.. but like beautiful in a way where it feels like a pretty statue of a little girl crying but it's beautiful. beautiful in the way where it hurts but is pretty... makes you cry tears bcs of how well it was written yk?

the way she views things is soo beautiful. like in her reblogs and how she views songs. (could write an essay) when she wrote txt x time in a bottle it fit with the boys perfect and was just so pretty. there's so many quotes i remmeber and trust i'm not forgetting

i'm gonna make these shorter but how many ideas she comes up with. i could never T0T

her themeee

i wished i talk to her more!! i'm always scared to talk to my moots but i love her pseonality i would be so happy to talk to her more but i'm too scared

@huenation

themethemetheme it's so cute

idk if this counts but i was reading their bf beomgyu texts and was listening to hea and read the "oh my god" as the same time as the song said it and can't forget about that 😭

ugh my top 5 comfort fic being soobin meeting yns parents like.. i love this fic so much and ik this isn't recs but they write so well 😭 the moment is always described in the best ways and i can visualize them so well

i don't talk to amor much but i love their posts/txt reblogs ><

and that i wish them happiness. i know a lot of people's posts and writings reflect their emotions, and i just hope they're doing well. everyone has bad times, but it really depends what mindset you approach them with, you know? i just hope they get to smile :)

#2seob: games #ㅤ 03.ㅤ asks. ㅤ

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

He's A Phantom

ao3 link

When Valerie woke up, groggy and disoriented, it was in a dim room. A dim, large room, with rows upon rows of red seats descending towards a huge movie screen.

She was in a theater — and she wasn’t alone. Hers wasn’t the only seat that was occupied. In fact, it seemed that all of them were — it was like the whole town was sat in these seats, blinking and groaning and looking around.

“Where are we?” asked Star from the row above Valerie. She was wondering the same thing — and, more importantly, why they were here. It obviously had to do with ghosts, but which one? How had it managed to kidnap so many people, and why place them in a theater of all places? Valerie tried to remember what had happened —

Oh.

Oh no.

“I’m so sorry, everyone.” She buried her face in her hands, embarrassment heating her skin. What a childish mistake.

“What do you mean?” It was Danny. Danny, who was afraid of ghosts. Danny, whom Valerie never wanted to put into danger — yet there he was, at the very center of the audience, all because of her. “Is everyone okay?”

Suddenly his eyes widened, and in the split second before he covered his mouth with his hands, it almost looked like his breath had fogged. It wasn’t that cold in here, was it? The situation was already miserable enough without everyone freezing to death.

Valerie sighed. Better to just rip off the bandaid. “I think I made a wish.”

“What?!” came Dash’s irritated voice from behind her, and a dejected “C’mon” from Tiffanie.

“So you did!” sang Desiree, appearing from thin air right in front of the screen. “And as you wish it, so shall it be!”

Valerie sprung up from her seat and into a battle stance, summoning her suit — except it didn’t come. Far down the audience, she could see Doctors Fenton having the same issue, their hands grasping empty air where they usually held their weapons.

Desiree tutted. “Now, now, I can’t have you fighting me if the wish is to come true. Everybody sit down so we can start.”

Danny just sighed. “What do you want, Desiree?”

“It’s about what she wants,” the ghost said, pointing at Valerie. “And that is — I quote — for everyone to see Phantom for what he truly is. ”

“What?” Danny yelped. “You can’t do that —”

“Her heart’s desire is my command,” Desiree said, looking down at him sternly. Danny looked like he wanted to hide or run away, but there was no easy escape from the middle seat, even as his friends stood up to make room for him.

“So you’re going to tell us more about Phantom?” Dash yelled, gaining the ghost’s attention. Valerie glanced at him. His eyes were wide and sparkling. Ugh. This was exactly the kind of thing that had driven her to make the wish.

Desiree nodded happily and gestured at the screen. “I am going to show you the most important and illuminating events of Phantom’s afterlife in the form of a TV series. At the end, you will understand him, if not fully, then at least better than you currently do.”

That… didn’t actually sound so bad. It wasn’t exactly what Valerie had meant with her wish, but it would accomplish it in the long run. She might even learn something new and useful while they were at it.

“What’s the catch?” she asked.

Desiree fluttered her eyelashes at her. “A catch? With me? Whatever might you mean?”

Danny grumbled something, but his voice drowned under those of the Phan Club and the Fenton parents. Amity Park really wanted to learn more about Phantom.

Well. It wasn’t like Valerie could do much without her suit. And if it really was going to make the others see what a menace Phantom was… Maybe they could give this a go.

Valerie sat down.

“Good girl,” Desiree said. “Now, if everyone could settle down, we can start the show.”

“Wait!” Sam said, and Valerie groaned. “You said it’s in the form of a series. For how long are you planning to keep us here?”

“For as long as I need to.”

Sam stood on her seat and looked at the crowd. “Don’t any of you have places to be? She’s not going to let us go for hours!”

“Maybe even days! Weeks!” Tucker joined in.

Worried murmurs carried across the audience.

“It’s fine, everyone,” Desiree sighed. “Time passes differently here. It won’t even have been a minute before you’re back to wherever you were.”

“Time doesn’t pass?” Danny was gaping. “Did you somehow rope Clockwork into this?”

Desiree grinned and shrugged.

What the hell were they talking about.

“Well, time is still going to pass for us!” Jazz pointed out from her seat behind Danny.

“We could starve!” Tucker wailed.

“You won’t,” Desiree said. “I took care of everything.”

Danny opened his mouth again, and Valerie got back up. “Just SHUT UP, everyone. The sooner we start, the sooner we get out of here.”

The Phan Club joined in her support (the irony), and eventually, with another dash of Desiree’s powers, they actually got everyone to quiet down. Danny was being hugged by his sister and friends and looked like he was trying not to cry. Valerie felt a bit bad, but… this would be better for him too, in the long run. His parents would certainly be happy.

Desiree found a place that wasn’t in front of the screen, and settled down herself. She snapped her fingers, and the last of the lights went dark.

The screen turned black.

Music started. Neon-colored images of Phantom flashed by, set to the beat. Valerie grit her teeth against the admiring sighs and excited squeals coming from the Phan Club members behind her, but they thankfully fell quiet when the lyrics started.

(He’s a Phantom), the speakers whispered.

(Danny Phantom)

And out of nowhere the screen switched to another face entirely, one with baby blue eyes and a mop of black hair.

Yo, Danny Fenton he was just fourteen when his parents built a very strange machine —

“HOLD ON,” Dash shouted, and Desiree paused the program with another snap of her fingers, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re here to learn about Phantom! Why is it suddenly about Fentina? Nobody wants to see his ugly mug!”

“I don’t want to see yours either, yet here we are,” Danny grumbled.

Dash had heard him and opened his mouth to retort, but he was interrupted by Jack and Maddie Fenton jumping to their feet.

“What did you just say about my baby?” Maddie demanded, hands on her hips — threateningly close to where she usually kept her weapons.

“It’s not about Danny!” Valerie yelled the obvious answer to Dash’s question before the situation could escalate further. “It’s about the Fenton portal! It’s where the ghosts come from, including Phantom, so it’s obviously a key part of the story! Danny’s a good viewpoint character for this part because he literally lives right above it.”

“So does his sister,” Kwan pointed out.

“Yeah!” Dash said. “I’d rather watch her than Fentoenail!”

Maddie whammed her foot onto the back of her seat, ready to scale up the audience to Dash, such rage burning in her eyes that Valerie could feel its heat all the way from here. “You will not insult my son —”

“SHUT UP!” Paulina cried. “Who cares about Danny, we have a chance to learn more about Phantom and I for one am going to take it! Sit down and keep watching.”

Dash looked conflicted. Maddie did not, still ready to go after him, until Jack took her hand.

“We can deal with the boy later. If we keep watching, we could gain valuable information about the spook! It could help us finally defeat him!”

Maddie stood down, and her expression turned into something more calculating, something excited. “You might be right, Jack.”

“No, no, we’re not in any hurry,” Danny suddenly piped up. “Dash, your comment really hurt me. I think we should keep discussing that.”

Something inside Valerie snapped. “Do you want to keep us here forever? The sooner we’re done with this dumb show, the sooner we can go home! Desiree, unpause.”

She did.

— designed to view a world unseen

(He’s gonna catch ‘em all ‘cause he’s Danny Phantom)

“Huh?”

“Did that mean —”

“That did not refer to Fenton,” Valerie groaned over the music. “It’s just a repeating part of the song —”

On the screen, Danny died.

The theater broke into chaos.

#my first phic is up!! #danny phantom #dp fanfic #valerie gray #danny fenton #desiree dp #danny phantom fanfic

[accidentalmistress]

Accidental Mistress - Faith, Trust, and...

Here we gooo! It's time for another adventure in the world of Vibrahnem, and this time we're back with the stars of the show, Noelle and Oraion. Perhaps we shall even see some new faces...

(For more Accidental Mistress content, check out the Master Post.)

Title: Faith, Trust, and...

Word Count: 4,829

Content and Warnings: snz (male)

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“hhhK'SHOO!”

Oraion rubbed a finger beneath his still-tingling nose. Oftentimes the shift from dim to bright light would induce him to sneeze, so when he and Noelle stepped from the shade beneath the canopy of trees and into the clearing of a meadow, he felt the telltale prickle. Beside him, Noelle rubbed his arm. The gesture had become her way of blessing him without actually blessing him. As a Demon Lord, blessings didn’t so much hurt him as make him cringe, like a particularly obnoxious pun.

“Thanks. -snf-”

The young witch nodded and adjusted her round glasses. “It isn’t too much farther now. Once we hit the main road we can rest for a little while before we continue on. Then it’s a straight shot to Ateaux. We can spend the night there.”

“I still think it would be much faster if you’d let me carry you and fly there.”

His Mistress sighed. “And what if someone sees you?”

“People see monsters all the time.”

“Yes, like goblins or trolls or maybe a large, carnivorous plant. No one has seen a demon  around here in… ever. Not to mention if someone recognizes me with you, they’ll spread all sorts of rumors about me being a witch that communes with demons or something.”

“Mistress, you do commune with demons. This demon.”

“You know what I mean!”

She playfully slapped his arm and he laughed, raising his hands in a show of defending himself.

“Yes, but it’s more fun to tease you about it.”

“Ugh, you!”

Noelle tried to shove him while falling into a fit of giggles, but, being just over a foot shorter than he was and possessing all the strength of a wet kitten, she may as well have shoved a tree.

“Regardless, we are going to travel like normal people. We can get horses in Ateaux—”

Oraion groaned.

“Horses? You know I hate horses. They make me all itchy without the fun part!”

“Yes, I know, but if we try to walk all the way to Tigate it’s going to take weeks.”

“It wouldn't if I flew us there…” He muttered the words under his breath in a singsong voice.

“Oraion—”

“We could travel at night!”

A more serious note crept into her tone and expression. “I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk someone sending Adventurers after us, or gods forbid the Order or their Inquisition.”

The demon relented. “All right, all right. We can travel like 'normal people.’” As he said the phrase, he made quotes in the air with his fingers and rolled his eyes. “But I reserve the right to complain about the horses.”

Noelle dug into her satchel and came up with a small vial of milky liquid that she then handed to him. He held it up so the sunlight shone through it, illuminating the fluid in a pale green.

“Er. What's this?”

“Allergy medicine.”

He blinked, momentarily stupefied. “But… you like my allergies.”

A bit of a blush came into her freckled cheeks, and Oraion made a mental note to ensure he made that lovely color appear as many times as possible on this little trip.

“I mean, I-I do, but that doesn't mean I want you suffering all of the time. I came up with the formula for Quinns, so I made some extras and brought them along in case they proved useful.” She used her chin to gesture to the vial in his hand. “You can take it when we get the horses.”

“Huh.” He turned the vial over a few more times before pocketing it. “It never even occurred to me to try taking medicine… Thank you.”

He saw her fidget with her scarf. “Well, I… hope it helps.”

Oraion’s gaze went to the rest of the outfit his Mistress wore, a black ensemble meant for travel, and a smirk pulled the corner of his lips.

“You know, those clothes really suit you. I’m glad I convinced you to try something new, at long last.”

The color in Noelle’s cheeks deepened, and something in Oraion’s chest twitched.

“Oh, do you really think so? I must admit, the leggings are much easier to move in than skirts.” Her hands went to either side of her waist. “The vest is a bit tight, though.”

“That’s because you’re so used to wearing baggy clothes all the time. I’ve told you before, but you have a very nice figure. This look on you is awfully fetching, if I do say so.”

“S-stop, you’re making me blush.”

With a grin he stepped in front of her and took her into his arms, leaning down to plant kisses on the side of her neck, eliciting from her a little cry of surprise and delight.

“I know, and that too looks awfully fetching on you, my dear.”

“Oraion!”

“Mmm, what do you say? There’s no one around—we could take our break here. My, are those wildflowers I see in this meadow? My nose is itching just thinking about—”

He had about half a second to sense that something was amiss before he was struck upside the head by something small, flapping, and angry.

“Agh! What-?!”

Whatever it was grabbed a lock of his long, scarlet hair and pulled, attempting to drag him away from Noelle.

“Ow, ow, ow! What the Hell is going on?!”

His Mistress seemed just as perplexed. “I-I don’t—”

Another voice spoke up near his head, shrill and piping, as Oraion tried to swipe at whatever had his hair.

“Run, Miss! Don’t worry, I’ll hold the fiend off!”

“F-fiend?” Noelle only looked more confused and shook her head. “No, no! He’s my friend!”

“If he was your friend, he wouldn’t have attacked you!”

The witch balled her hands into fists. “He was not attacking me! Now let him go!”

The thing was a dodgy little blighter, so instead of continuing to grab for it Oraion took hold of his own hair and yanked it back.

“Wahh!”

There, dangling at the end of his hair, was a fairy. She was perhaps the size of his hand from heel to fingertips and possessed of a set of green butterfly wings with pink eye spots. Her own large eyes, also pink, were quite wide as she was dragged in front of Oraion’s face, wings flapping helplessly against his far greater strength.

“It would be wise to let go of me, pixie.”

The tiny creature clutched his hair even tighter to her chest with a scowl.

“NO! Not until you leave this nice young lady alone!”

“I am her companion!” He growled. “We are traveling together!”

“Liar! I saw you biting her neck! I’ll bet you’re some kind of vampire!”

The demon rolled his eyes. “Oh, for- I was kissing her! And I can’t be a vampire it’s day—”

A sudden and intense tickle seized his nose, so fast and violent that the sneeze decided to skip the accustomed hitchy buildup phase altogether and proceed straight to the action. His eyes snapped shut as his lungs drew in a deep breath before he could even finish saying the word “daylight.”

“HAESHIEW!”

That, at least, got the pixie out of his hair. She shrieked and darted away, hiding behind Noelle’s back and peeking over the witch’s shoulder.

Pixie dust. He was so preoccupied with the fairy clinging to his hair that he didn’t notice those furiously flapping wings of hers were pumping pixie dust directly into his face. This wasn’t exactly how he had imagined his first exposure to the stuff. He had thought it likely that it would set him off, but he didn’t expect it to be this strong. He’d had intense tickles and violent sneezes before—he’d recently sneezed so hard he broke through the floor in Noelle’s workshop (although, to be fair, he had also been temporarily giant at the time, and he still felt awful about it)—but these were so strangely sudden. Each urge to sneeze no sooner prickled him than it was out, explosive single sneezes without so much as a hitch between them.

“HIHSHIU! … HIHHSSHIU! … HEH’TCHOO! … EHHSHIEW! nguhh…”

He lost count at around six or seven and was starting to wish he had already taken Noelle’s allergy medicine. Eventually he hit a pause long enough to summon his handkerchief and try to expel the cursed stuff from his sinuses.

“Ugh, oh gods… -snnff- D-don’t let that thing near me… HIIHT-SHIUH!”

Noelle fidgeted. “Um, I don’t think she wants to be.”

The fairy was still clinging to the witch’s shoulder, with only her tiny hands and the top of her head visible.

“S-so scary…”

“Well it’s not my fault! If she hadn’t butt in and gotten all up in my fa- HAHSHIEW! -schnf- … face, I wouldn’t be making a spectacle of myself!”

He blew his nose again, the mess in his handkerchief tinged with glimmering, golden flecks.

“Well. Certainly the prettiest thing that’s ever come out of my nose. Ugh, I’ll be sneezing glitter for days, I’m sure… ehSHIUH!”

“Um, little one…” Noelle turned to the pixie on her shoulder. “I understand that you were only trying to help, but this man really is my companion, and he really was only kissing me.”

The little fairy fluttered a bit higher. “Then he’s… not a vampire?”

With a slightly awkward chuckle, Noelle shook her head. “Ah, no. He’s not a vampire.”

“Then why does he smell bad?”

Oraion looked aghast. “I beg your pardon, I do not!”

“Yes, you do!” the pixie shot back, “Like lightning and burnt toast! No human smells like that! They mostly smell like salt and onions, but sometimes they smell like cheese. Miss, you smell very nice, like lavender.”

“Well, at least it’s not cheese. Listen, um, do you have a name?”

“Me? Oh, my name’s Butterfly!” She flew up to fully perch on Noelle’s shoulder and flapped her butterfly-like wings for emphasis.

“Well, Butterfly, I’m Noelle and this is my friend Oraion. Now, you’re right: Oraion isn’t human, but I assure you he’s not a bad person.”

“If he isn’t human, then what is he?”

“Uh…” Noelle looked helplessly at Oraion, unsure what to tell her.

He folded his arms and sighed, and as he did so his human disguise fell away, revealing his horns and long, lashing tail. The diminutive fae seemed unphased, however.

“Oh, so you’re some kind of demon? That would explain the burnt toast smell.”

“I am indeed a demon: an incubus. You know, for as upset as you were a minute ago, you’re surprisingly calm about this.”

“Well, not all demons are bad. I actually dated an imp for a little while… Oh, but I am a fae of the Spring Court! We are the stewards of life, nature, and balance!” Her words held the tone of a rehearsed speech or indoctrinated mantra, and she placed a tiny fist on her chest. “Creatures of the undead are unnatural mockeries of life, and therefore our sworn enemy! And uh…Well, when I thought you were a vampire I sort of panicked. So, I’m sorry I attacked you… and made you, uh, ‘make a spectacle’ of yourself.”

Oraion sighed and wiped his nose again. “Yes, well. I suppose there are worse ways to discover that one is allergic to pi- AESHHIEW! -snf- … Ahem, to pixie dust.”

“So what's a demon and a human doing traveling together?” Butterfly sat down on Noelle’s shoulder and crossed her legs. “Oh, and don’t mind me, we can talk while you walk.”

Clearly the fairy had no intention of leaving, looking between Noelle and Oraion with expectant eyes.

Unable to summon the resolve to send the fairy away, Noelle cleared her throat awkwardly and started walking again.

“Ah, well, for a couple of reasons. One, my house needs some repairs, and we couldn’t source the materials in town, so we’re heading to one of the nearby cities that has a bit more trade. While we’re there, there’s also a library I’d like to visit that has some rare arcane volumes in their collection.”

“Okaaay,” the little fae drawled, “but that doesn’t tell me why you two are together. Why are you traveling with an incubus?”

Noelle felt Oraion’s arm slip around her waist as he sidled up next to her on the side opposite Butterfly, resuming his mortal guise with a snap of his fingers.

“Didn’t we already tell you that I’m her companion? We’re madly in love, you see. Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Oh… yes, uh… Oraion… is my lover, that is true.”

Technically, she declined to add.

Butterfly regarded Oraion flatly. “Do you really expect me to believe that an incubus would fall in love with a human?”

The demon placed his free hand over his heart with a dramatic flourish. “Oh, you wound me, my fairy friend. Have I not a heart? If you cut me, do I not bleed? How is it so impossible to think that I could not also love?”

“Don’t you use people for sex?”

“I assure you, my dear Noelle is the only person I have been with since we met. I swear it upon my honor as a Demon Lord. She has me wrapped quite tightly around her little finger.”

He gave her an affectionate squeeze, and Noelle’s cheeks burned. This was getting very embarrassing, very fast. She sought a way to change the subject.

“W-well, I am also a witch, and Oraion assists me in my magical endeavors.”

That grabbed the pixie’s attention. Her large eyes got even wider. “Whoa, really? You're a real witch?”

“Er, yes? I’m certainly not a fake one.”

“Do you have a wand and everything?”

“Yes,” Noelle replied with a chuckle, “I do indeed have a wand.”

Butterfly leaned forward with great interest. “Can I see it?!”

“I don’t see why not.” She reached into her satchel and pulled the slim, wooden rod out of its pocket, holding it up for the fairy to see.

“Huh. I was expecting it to be… fancier. Can I touch it?”

“Sure. There’s nothing really special about the wand itself. It’s just a focus—a tool. This isn’t even the first one I’ve made. I’ve broken a number of them over the years.”

Butterfly grabbed the tip of the wand with her tiny hands and stared at it intently for a few moments.

“The tree that this came from… this branch was already dead when you got it. You didn’t ask it for a live one?”

Noelle regarded the fae with some confusion. Ask a tree for a live branch?

“Uh… no? I-I just collected it from where it had fallen on the ground. I didn’t know I was supposed to ask.”

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you didn’t just rip a live branch off some poor tree without asking, but dead wood doesn’t conduct magic as well as live wood does. Once it dies and falls off, the energy inside stops flowing, and it gets kind of… stopped up. But if you take a branch that’s still alive, you can keep that energy flowing indefinitely. As long as you take care of it, it’ll take care of you too!”

Noelle blinked. “Wow, I… I had no idea. Thank you.”

Even Oraion made a little impressed sound.

“Well, I suppose fairies are useful for something after all.”

“Hey! I’m useful for lots of things!”

“Oh? Like butting into people’s affairs? Ruining the mood? Pulling hair?”

The tiny fairy made a little irritated growl. “Don’t make fun of me! I know your weakness—I’ll get up in your face again!”

“Oh gods, please don’t.”

“Then you’d better be nice to me!” she snapped with a menacing flutter of her wings.

Butterfly continued to bombard them with questions and banter all the way to the main road while staying perched on Noelle’s shoulder. Oraion was losing patience with the pixie and her incessant chatter.

“Have you not yet satisfied your curiosity, fairy? I hope you don’t expect to continue traveling with us, because that is not happening.”

Butterfly crossed her little arms. “What? Why not?”

He pointed a finger at the tiny fae. “The only reason you’ve come this far with us is because you, rather rudely I might add, tagged along uninvited! Not to mention we have business to attend to in a human city—do you really want to get caught by humans?”

“There’s plenty of time before you get to the city! I could just leave when you get to the outskirts.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you weren’t invited!”

“What did I say about being nice to me?”

Oraion scowled. “You know, it’s not very nice to threaten people to get them to do what you want, either. And besides—” He took out the vial that Noelle had given him and downed the contents. “I have allergy medicine.”

Demon and fae glared at each other, while Noelle looked down the road and shielded her eyes from the sun with a hand.

“Someone’s coming.”

“Eh?” Oraion followed her gaze and saw that, indeed, a figure on a horse was riding towards them at a brisk pace. “I see… Looks like they’re wearing some kind of uniform. Dark gray and teal.”

“Oh no.” Noelle took a step back and shot Oraion an anxious look, her face pale. “The Inquisition.”

“The what now?” Butterfly fluttered up off of Noelle’s shoulder to get a better look.

“No, don’t let them see you!” Noelle hissed, “They’re a branch of the Order, and they do not take kindly to supernatural creatures!”

The fairy just looked more confused.

“An order of what?”

The rider was growing close enough that Oraion was certain they would be able to see Butterfly at any moment.

“Sorry about this, but there isn’t time to explain.”

“Sorry about wha—?!”

Those wide pink eyes grew wider as Oraion’s hand closed around her and he unceremoniously shoved her under his coat.

“Just stay hidden and stay quiet until they leave.”

He saw Noelle fidget with her scarf as the rider drew nearer and nearer.

“M-maybe they’re in a hurry to get somewhere, and they’ll just pass us by…”

Somehow Oraion didn’t think they’d get that lucky, so he was unsurprised when the rider slowed and eventually brought his horse, a sleek black steed, to stop in front of them. He was a slim, young man with sharp features, his silver hair hanging just past his chin in a silky sheet. His almond-shaped eyes, a marginally darker gray than his hair, regarded them with suspicion behind narrow glasses. Across the bridge of his nose ran a thin, pale scar.

Time to turn up the charm, Oraion thought, and donned his most genial grin before sketching an elegant half-bow.

“Good day, Inquisitor. Is there something we might do for you? If you’re pursuing someone, I’m afraid we’ve only just arrived on the road and have not seen anyone come this way.”

The Inquisitor scoffed. “I am Inquisitor Jeong Hun Song, and I am pursuing no one. I happened to be traveling in this direction when I spotted two suspicious persons loitering about on the side of the road, and so it behooved me to investigate.”

Oraion cringed internally. So, this fellow was one of those stick-in-the-mud types, eh?

“Ah. Well, I assure you, Inquisitor Song, that we are but simple travelers making our way to Ateaux. I sincerely apologize if we have, quite unwittingly, done anything to draw your ire.”

He suppressed a shudder as he felt something squirming inside his coat, turning the motion into tossing his hair over his shoulder. Inquisitor Song looked between them with narrowed eyes before settling his gaze on Noelle.

“What is your business in Ateaux?”

“Ah, we—” Oraion began, but Inquisitor Song cut him off with a gesture.

“I was asking her.”

“M-me?” Noelle’s voice came out in a terrified squeak. “U-um, we’re just s-stopping there on our way to- to Tigate.”

“Hm. I see. You seem a bit nervous, Miss.”

“N-nervous? I-I mean- I don’t—”

Oraion put his arm around her shoulders, trying to ignore the crawling sensation moving towards his shoulder.

“Well, it’s not every day you get stopped by the Inquisition, is it? And she always gets a bit tongue-tied around handsome men. You’ve no idea how long it took me to get her to even talk to me when we first met, isn’t that right, my dear?”

An anxious titter escaped Noelle’s mouth as her face reddened, and she nodded.

“She’s frightfully shy, I’m afraid. Please don’t take it personally.”

Inquisitor Song took a deep breath through his nose before blowing it out again in a huff. His horse stamped and whinnied. Noelle’s allergy medicine must not have taken effect yet, as Oraion realized with a sinking feeling that an itch was blooming in his nose. He thumbed it with a sniffle and prayed Inquisitor Song would leave posthaste. Inside his coat, Butterfly was still wriggling about. What in blazes was she doing? She was nearing his collar now. Was she trying to get out?

“You claim to be simple travelers, and yet I detect the reek of illicit magic about you.”

Oh boy.

“Illicit magic?” Oraion echoed with a forced chuckle, “I, ah, -snf- I don’t know about ‘illicit,’ but it’s become rather commonplace for even normal folk like ourselves to carry an enchanted item or two, hasn’t it? Why, I believe my wife here has a few medicinal elixirs in her bag—perhaps that is what you are sensing?”

The man on the horse sneered, and Oraion dearly wished he could punch the fancy cap that sat upon his head right off.

“Oh, quit playing innocent. You two are no simple travelers. You’re clearly hiding something, and believe you me: I will get to the bottom of it.”

A bead of sweat dripped down Oraion’s neck, both from the rising tension and the tickle he was fighting in his sinuses.

“Hiding something? Sir, I beg your pardon, but y-you must be mistaken. Even we know better than to hide anything from a-heh n-noble Inquisitor such as yourself.”

He felt Butterfly poke her head out of his collar just below his ear.

“I could hardly breathe in there!” she whispered, “And I want to see this Inquisitor guy.”

No way could he respond to her. He couldn’t even afford to acknowledge her with Inquisitor Song watching them like a hawk. Oraion rubbed his nose again. He didn’t usually have this strong a reaction to horses, but it was taking nearly everything he had to keep his breathing steady.

“Don’t bother with flattery. Now, you can either start being honest with me, or I can arrest you on suspicion of heresy.”

“But we really are just traveling!” Noelle blurted out beside him. “W-we’re trying to get to Tigate to get some supplies that we, um, can’t get back home. That’s all, I swear!”

“Even if that is true, it does not explain the aura about you.”

“Sir, if I may—”

A furious buzz blossomed in Oraion’s sinuses, and as Butterfly squirmed about on his shoulder he realized it wasn’t just the horse making him itch. His chest heaved before he could even think to stop it.

“HEHH’TCHOO!”

The sneeze was so forceful it snapped him forward almost in half. Butterfly squealed and hurtled out of his coat like a shot before cowering behind Noelle once again. A scowl twisted the Inquisitor’s countenance.

“Ah. I see.”

Noelle tried futilely to hide the fairy behind her back. “B-Butterfly!”

Inquisitor Song shot an annoyed glare at her.

“Miss, you must think me a fool if you believe you can convince me that that pixie is a butterfly.”

“N-no, um, that’s her name…”

Slight color came to the Inquisitor’s cheeks as his mouth moved soundlessly for a few seconds. Oraion enjoyed seeing him taken down a peg probably a bit more than he should.

“Oh… I, ah, I see.” Song held a fist in front of his mouth and coughed. “Regardless, I knew you were hiding something. And all this fuss over a pixie. Had I known it was something so trivial, I would have saved myself the time. Why on earth did you have a pixie inside your coat?”

“Well we- HAESHIU! W-we were- HAESHIEW! Sorry- HEH-TCHUU!”

Noelle stepped in. “Um, we just… didn’t want her to get in trouble.”

Inquisitor Song sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up for a moment, but some of the stiffness went out of his shoulders. “Look, I know the Inquisition doesn’t exactly enjoy a sterling reputation, but, contrary to what you may think, we don’t go around hunting down every supernatural being we can find.”

“Right. Sorry…”

It seemed Noelle’s allergy medicine was having some effect, since being able to count the number of his sneezes on one hand during a fit was a rare feat for Oraion. He needed to summon his handkerchief but thrust his hand into a pocket before doing so. The last thing they needed now was to give Inquisitor Song a new reason to be suspicious of them.

“I’d advise you to keep your diminutive friend away from Tigate,” the man went on, “or she may end up on the Black Market. There’s been an uptick in poaching activity of late.”

Noelle nodded her head, looking like she’d just received a stay of execution. Which, on reflection, was likely true. “Oh, um, thank you.”

As Oraion finished wiping his nose, he noticed Inquisitor Song look at him askance. A cold prickling ran across his skin as a knot tightened in his gut. Perhaps they weren’t quite out of the woods yet…

“I am in this country on business, but I am from Onteburgh in Merseheim. Have you ever been there?”

Oraion raised an eyebrow. “I can’t say that I have.”

“No family there?”

“None that I know of.”

“Hm…” Inquisitor Song shook his head and waved a dismissive hand. “Never mind. You remind me of someone, is all. Well then. Good day.”

He prodded his horse with his heels and set off again down the road. Oraion wondered what that last bit had been about, but he supposed they should simply count themselves fortunate that the whole affair was over. It wasn’t until the horse and rider were out of sight around a bend in the road that he heard Noelle sigh beside him. Instinctively he put his arms around her, supporting her, and she leaned into him, trembling. He patted her hair with one hand.

“It’s all right now. It’s over.”

“Sorry. I was just so scared.” She sounded calmer than when the Inquisitor was present, at least. “I really thought we were going to get arrested.”

“Well, luckily we didn’t. And I suppose we have Butterfly to thank for that.”

The pixie, now hovering nearby, pointed to herself.

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes, you. The Inquisitor assumed you were the ‘illicit magic’ he was sensing, and not—oh, I don’t know—a witch and a Demon Lord? You’re the reason he ended up leaving us alone. So, thank you, and I owe you an apology. If you hadn’t come with us we would have likely been in much deeper trouble.”

The little fairy puffed out her chest and glowed—literally. An aura of golden light surrounded her as she flew in an excited little loop with a laugh that reminded him of tiny, jingling bells.

“Heehee! I told you I was useful for lots of things!” She did one final circle around them both before hovering above their heads. “You two sure are interesting! I’ll have to drop by for a visit sometime!”

Noelle adjusted her glasses. “Wait, I thought you wanted to come with us?”

“Eh, not so much anymore. Humans are kinda scary—I don’t wanna end up poached. Don’t you do that to eggs? Yeesh. Welp, I’ll be seeing you around!”

With that she sped off, back into the forest. They watched her for some time until they could no longer make out her glow among the trees.

“Well. That was… something.”

“Mm… I-I wonder what she meant by ‘drop by for a visit.’ She couldn’t possibly know where I live… could she?”

Oraion chuckled. “At this point, I wouldn’t put anything past her.”

With his arm around her shoulders, Oraion and Noelle continued along the road toward Ateaux.

“Mistress, that Inquisitor fellow mentioned that there’s a Black Market in Tigate. Doesn’t that make you the least bit curious about it?”

Noelle scoffed. “Not really. It sounds dangerous and unethical.”

“Maybe. But what do you think someone might be willing to pay for the hair of a Demon Lord?”

“You want to sell your hair?”

“Well, not all of it, of course! I was thinking maybe just a few hairs from my tail. Perhaps we could even barter it for something of equal value. Such as, hmm…” He made a big show of thinking it over before flashing her a sly grin. “Some pixie dust, perhaps?”

#accidental mistress #oraion the allergic incubus #noelle the awkward witch #snz ocs #snzblr #snz #snz kink #sneeze kink #snzfic #sneeze fic #sneezefic

[ddarker-dreams]

please let me rot for a second..

Bucci gang noticing the change in how SR looks at them, like maybe they were driving or at a fundraiser/party and music starts playing and SR convinces them to dance with her, maybe on the balcony, garden, or in some random field. But when one of the gang members is dancing with her, she's laughing and just have a good time, but they realize that the way she looks at them is changing; her eyes become much more focused on *them* not the dance itself or the scenery, just them, and her smile become smaller as if she is in a daze, just looking at them- there is a certain tenderness and longing that wasn't there before, her cheeks become a little redder, her hold on there should/hand becomes a bit tighter as the cogs in her brain and turning as she realizes, that she *loves* them, not in the platonic way she originally thought. And how the gang would react to seeing her face change!!! UGH HOW GIORNO WOULD HAVE THIS FEELING OF ACCOMPLISHMENT!! BRUNO FEELING RELIEF, AS IT LOOKS LIKE HIS FEELINGS ARE BECOMING MUTUAL!!! I- AAGGGHHH

thank you for letting me rot..

the unholy noise i let out upon reading this ask...................................... i do not know what i've done to deserve something so cute in the inbox. omg omg. there's nothing more precious than that particular instance where you can Pinpoint the characters falling in love. of course, it's been a long time coming, but seeing the exact moment where they both realize it........................................... chefs kiss. so so good.

this also harkens back to SR reader's favorite quote: “To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.” 

since you mentioned giorno and bruno specifically i must share some Thoughts that came to mind ,,

dancing with bruno is giving him the chance to finally let loose, showing a mixture or fun and professionality, testing the limits of what you can get away with and him never bothering to stop you. years of knowing each other aid you in following his lead without him even realizing it. the lowest his hands would travel would be your waist. however, if you were to move them for him, he wouldn’t be opposed. the mutual affection has been a long time coming — like all the puzzle pieces finally falling into place. you fit together perfectly. 

dancing with giorno is all about making inside jokes no one else would understand, occasional bouts of laughter whenever you both maintain eye contact for too long, him trying (and struggling) to maintain a serious countenance. he follows your lead just as much as you follow his. he’d allow his hands to rest on your hips, so long as you’re comfortable with the display. he’s got some boldness hiding beneath that gentlemanly exterior. that being said, his love itself is soft and gentle, almost as if he’s unsure how to go about it. you’ll be the north star that guides him so he needn’t navigate this new territory by himself. 

#i could write blurbs for the others if anyone is interested . feeling soft in this chiles tonight #giorno x reader #bucciarati x reader #scarlet ribbons #answered #ray-rook

[jimmerzz0905]

featherscales incorrect quotes bcs they have took over a significant portion of my brain and will not leave (and OH BOY is this shit long)

————————

Yawstrich: The stars are so beautiful...

Strombonin: They're just giant balls of gas.

Yawstrich: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Strombonin: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Yawstrich: Oh...

—

Strombonin: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Yawstrich: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Strombonin: But you’re always acting stupid?

Yawstrich: ...

Yawstrich: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

—

Yawstrich: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Strombonin: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your one fuzzy sock I don't want to hear shit.

—

Strombonin: Did it hurt when you fell-

Yawstrich: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Strombonin: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Yawstrich: ...

Strombonin: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

—

Yawstrich: Remember, Strombonin, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Strombonin: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

—

Strombonin: Valentine’s Day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Yawstrich: I wrote you a poem.

Strombonin, already crying: You did?

—

Yawstrich: We’re getting married, bitches!

Strombonin: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

—

*Yawstrich and Strombonin are in Paris.*

Yawstrich: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Strombonin: But...

Yawstrich: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Strombonin: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Yawstrich: Yeah.

Strombonin: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Yawstrich: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Strombonin: Okay, alright.

—

Strombonin: Hey, Yawstrich, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Yawstrich: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Strombonin: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Yawstrich: Can't really say I have.

Strombonin: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Yawstrich: Sorry, Strombonin. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

—

Strombonin walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Yawstrich, I love you, but what the h-e-double FUCK.

Yawstrich, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

—

Yawstrich: My hands are cold.

Strombonin: Here, let me hold them.

Yawstrich: My lips are cold too.

Strombonin: *covers Yawstrich's mouth with their hand*

—

Yawstrich: I’m in love with you.

Strombonin: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Yawstrich: I know.

Strombonin: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

#my singing monsters #msm #incorrect quotes #strombonin #strombonin msm #yawstrich #yawstrich msm #yawstrich x strombonin #strombonin x yawstrich #featherscales

[infinitemarilynmonroe]

from what i've gathered from multiple sources, blonde is just fanfiction of marilyn's life that not only primarily focusing on the idea of how to make a torture porn of her already tragic life, but also how to make all the horrible ways she was treated into a fantasy for the male gaze. i find it vile and not at all surprising that pretty much every movie made about marilyn is written, directed, produced, and edited by men, hence why her life is always fetishized in a manic pixie dream girl kind of way, know what i mean?

I’m pretty sure the book it’s based on actually says it’s a fictional book but don’t quote me on that.

And I do know what you mean. Marilyn will never be seen as an true, real human being by so many people. At most they’ll think she was just a sexy movie star from long ago. And really not much else. And in my experience they’re never willing to even accept much else. Just a sexy movie star, period. Who was always on drugs and always sleeping around.

I would love to get excited when a film or documentary is being made based on her. Anytime it’s happened I’ve just always felt “ugh, oh no not again.”

#marilyn monroe #ask #opinion

[thewriterowl]

Now for the hard question: in your top 10 movie franchises list add in ALL of the Star Wars and Lord of the Rings movies in order of favorites.

Oh you have to ask the hard questions! Ok, let me see...in order for Star Wars:

Empire Strikes Back -- it is just such a good movie with some iconic Luke looks and Daddy-Son moments. It's so good and him with grandpa-Yoda is so cute. I also love how we see this lead up into Luke's change of perspective with everything.

Return of the Jedi -- Also great Luke and Daddy-Son moments. I think it barely inches over New Hope simply because I got to see it again on the 40th re-release in theaters and I was feral over how Luke looked. Also, loved the fighting scenes and we get Lando. I also happen to love the Ewoks.

New Hope -- May actually be in second place once RoJ-theater release gives me peace (need another few months). But this Luke is just so pure and whiny and I want to put him in my pocket forever and ever and ever. (let me throw this Luke at Din omg)

Revenge of the Sith -- UGH just UGH so god. Anakin is so hot in this and so messed up and this lead up is just fantastic and wonderful and absolutely tragic.

Rogue One -- I mean, how could I not adore this? It is absolutely AMAZING. Just heartbreaking with amazing graphics, awesome characters, and is only getting better thanks to the Andor series.

The Force Awakens -- Honestly, I adored this movie so much. It wasn't perfect, it needed more Luke and the original trio, but it had so much potential. I just thought it was leading up to something amazing and the memes Mark gave us after left me excited and laughing for a long time.

The Phantom Menace -- Part of this is spite-love for young Anakin and Jar Jar Binks; both deserve better. But honestly, I have rewatched this a few times recently and was all "this is actually great? why the hate?"

Attack of the Clones -- Honestly, I need to rewatch this again. It's just here cause I haven't rewatched it in a while and i don't know why. We get Jango! We get the Clones! Baby Boba! The SAND-QUOTE! Obi-Wan's mullet! The lead up to the Clone War series! Badass Yoda! Yeah, gotta do a re-watch.

Solo -- Again, i actually really enjoyed the movie. It wasn't the best but it wasn't bad. Honestly, there were just some weird choices for some story movements and character interactions but other than that? It was good. I need to rewatch it honestly.

The Last Jedi -- I hate, hate, hate what they did to my Luke. If they were going to go this route with him I'd understand 100% because it would make sense for him to to have so much PTSD and just be burnt out and so hurt (still, i think we have enough of this and deserve older heroes that are still full of hope and silly and are kind). But the execution and how he is made to be a loser is just wrong. There were also some other scenes and interactions that were "uh...no?" but the fight scenes were great, Po was great, I loved Rose, I loved Finn's story and realization. It was just really wonky, disjointed from what we were getting before, and I will keep my head-cannon Luke in my claws.

The Rise of Skywalker -- I...didn't like it. I saw it twice and actually checked the time till I could go home often (only have done that with like two other movies). It was so awkward, the dialogue was poor, the actors seemed done, there was so many random new stories thrown in at last second, characters were thrown away, "Palpatine somehow returned?" like...what??? It was just lame. Such a lame, lame ending. The OT-trio and the new trio deserved so much better. It needs a re-do.

Now for the Lord of the Rings!:

The Fellowship of the Ring -- Even though it wasn't the most action packed, what it sparked, how good it was...just AUGH perfection. I adore this movie so much.

The Two Towers -- Incredible, amazing, also perfect. Great action, all the characters are given their due-time (with Legolas making faces). I love it.

Return of the King -- AMAZING ENDING. The wraps up is just...the moments of suffering and the release. The HAPPINESS. How ever gets what they deserve (tho RIP Boromir) just adore it so much.

The Desolation of Smaug -- PERFECT. Except for maybe some off CGI, this movie was amazing. So much Bagginshield, the intense cliffhanger, the Arkenstone....it was so good. I adored this movie so much!

An Unexpected Journey -- I adore Bilbo. I love him so much. And how this opened up Bagginshield just how could I not adore it??

Battle of the Five Armies -- I didn't like it the first time I watched it. But a few more times I was "huh, actually, it's not bad!" It honestly should've been loads better. There were so many wonky decisions and everything that happened did not feel like it met up with the end of a trilogy. But the end....how everyone survived! Can you believe that there was absolutely NO HEARTBREAK WHAT'SO'EVER??

#owl inbox #star wars #the lord of the rings #the hobbit

[the-savage-garden]

Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 18

This chapter is just a continuation of the dinner from the previous chapter. More info-dumps and repeats like before. Messy and confusing worldbuilding. This is also where I realized why Nesta is such a hot button for Feyre stans (even though Feyre just blatantly tells Nesta she wants to use her trauma with Hybern for political gain in front of everyone, yikes).

Chapter 18

-[“Please don’t say we need to go to the Court of Nightmares,” Cassian grumbled around a mouthful of food.] I’m having bad flashbacks of that writing mess from ACOMAF. Ugh.

-[“What is the Court of Nightmares?” Nesta demanded.] Why is Nesta demanding to know this exactly? I’m guessing so that we can awkwardly explain the backstory.

-For some reason Lucien answers Nesta’s question. The rest is just the other characters info-dumping about the Court of Nightmares.

-Nesta is confused by all of this and I relate to that.

-Mor looks upset when her father is brought up and Azriel is hung up on her reaction.

-Excuses for why the NC can’t order around the Court of Nightmares. Rhys says his ancestor made the decision that the Court of Nightmares remain in that mountain and can’t bother the NC and also have the right to decide to assist them in war. I know it’s stated that they’re ‘subcourts’ but this almost reads like they were 2 distinct courts before, not sure if that’s the intent though.

-[“The steward of the Hewn City is legally entitled to refuse to aid my armies,” Rhys explained to Nesta, to me. “It was part of the agreement my ancestor made with the Court of Nightmares all those thousands of years ago. They would remain within that mountain, would not challenge or disturb us beyond its borders … and would retain the right to decide not to assist in war.”] I’m copy-pasting the quote just in case.

-[“And have they—refused?” I asked. Mor nodded gravely. “Twice. Not my father.” She nearly choked on the word. “But … there were two wars. Long, long ago. They chose not to fight. We won, but … barely. At great cost.”] Keeping note of this.

-[“We leave in two days,” Rhys said. “He’ll say no,” Mor countered. “Don’t waste your time.”] Wait, didn’t Rhys injure Keir in ACOMAF? Why exactly would he listen to Rhys at all?

-[“Then I shall have to find a way to convince him otherwise.” Mor’s eyes flashed. “What?”] I don’t like where this is going already.

-[“He fought in the War,” Rhys said calmly. “Perhaps we’ll be lucky this time, too.”] Which war? 3 were literally brought up, why just write “the War”?

-[“There will be new rules.” “You will not be in a position to make rules, and you know it,” Mor snapped. Rhys only swirled his wine again. “We’ll see.”] Rhys is both an asshole and an idiot.

-[I glanced to Cassian. The general shook his head subtly.] If Cassian is friends with Feyre why is she internalizing him as ‘the general’?

-[The shadowsinger held her stare, his face unreadable. Considering. I tried not to hold my breath. Defending the female he loved or siding with his High Lord … “It’s not my call to make.”] Is… is this the reason we’re getting this argument in the first place? Because of relationship drama?

-[“That’s a bullshit answer,” Mor challenged. I could have sworn hurt flickered in Azriel’s eyes, but he only shrugged, his face again a mask of cold indifference. Mor’s lips pursed.] And it continues.

-[“You don’t need to come, Mor,” Rhys said with that calm, even voice. “Of course I’m coming. It’ll make it worse if I’m not there.” She drained her wine in one swift tilt of her head. “I suppose I have two days now to find a dress suitable to horrify my father.”] This doesn’t make any sense, why does Mor even feel compelled to go at all? And why would her not being there make it worse?

-Apparently Mor’s comment about horrifying her dad is a joke because both Amren and Cassian laugh about it.

-[But Rhys watched Mor for a long minute, some of the stars in his eyes winking out. I debated asking if there was some other way, some path to avoid this awfulness between us, but … Earlier, I had snapped at him. And with Lucien and my sister here … I kept my mouth shut. ] Ugh, this dinner is all over the place.

-[Well, about that matter. In the silence that fell, I scrambled for any scrap of normalcy and turned again to Cassian. “Let’s train at eight tomorrow. I’ll meet you in the ring.”] Back to having an awkward change of topic.

-[“Seven thirty,” he said with a disarming grin—one that most of his enemies would likely run from.] Why would a disarming grin make his enemies run from him? I know it’s just a me thing but I hate the way this is written, it comes across as awkward and unnecessarily edgy.

-Feyre asks Nesta if she wants to join, Nesta says no. Honestly really relating to Nesta here.

-[Then I said to none of them in particular, “I want to learn how to fly.” Mor spewed her wine across the table, splattering it right across Azriel’s chest and neck. The shadowsinger was too busy gawking at me to even notice.] Some manufactured humor now. I’m also really confused by this reaction.

-[Cassian looked torn between howling at Azriel and gaping.] Another point of me hating Cassian.

-[My magic was still too weak to grow those Illyrian wings, but I gestured to the Illyrians and said, “I want you to teach me.”] I still don’t understand the magic system. Now, I don’t expect a detailed magic system or anything, but when shapeshifting is equated to ‘growing’ I’m going to be confused how that works.

-Apparently Feyre didn’t tell her friends that she can shapeshift. Lucien now understands why she had wings from ACOMAF.

-[“I can—shape-shift,” I admitted. “And with the oncoming conflict,” I declared to all of them, “knowing how to fly might be … useful.”] How exactly does having Feyre learn to fly be useful in a conflict? Wars are very different from a 1v1 fight. Ugh.

-[Cassian whooshed out a breath. “I don’t know if it’s technically even possible—time-wise. You’d have to learn not only how to fly, but how to bear the weight of your shield and weapons—and how to work within an Illyrian unit. It takes us decades to master that last part alone. We have months at best —weeks at worst.”] How exactly can someone fight in mid-air? I don’t think even SJM knows how difficult that would be.

-[“Then we’ll teach her what we know until then,” Rhys said. But the stars in his eyes turned stone-cold as he added, “I’ll give her any shot at an advantage—at getting away if things go to shit. Even a day of training might make a difference.”] I almost want to give credit to Rhys here for considering it as a way for Feyre to escape out of a fight but this sounds like he’s bringing her into the war and that’s stupid.

-[Azriel tucked in his wings, his beautiful features uncharacteristically soft.] I will continue to not get over how often SJM uses the word ‘beautiful’ to describe people. It’s also odd that it’s done in Feyre’s POV.

-Azriel says he’ll teach Feyre how to fly. Apparently Cassian and Rhys were taught to fly when they were too young they barely remember it.

-[But Azriel, locked in his hateful father’s dungeons like some criminal until he was eleven, denied the ability to fly, to fight, to do anything his Illyrian instincts screamed at him to do …] Azriel’s ridiculously edgy backstory. This was also info-dumped back during the awkward dinner from ACOMAF.

-[Darkness rumbled down the bond. Not anger at me, but … as Rhys, too, remembered what had been done to his friend.] I hate the way this is written.

-[It was an effort not to look at the brutal scars coating Azriel’s hands.] I completely forgot he has scars on his hands, I also don’t remember how he got them either.

-[“We’ve taught plenty of younglings the basics,” Cassian countered.] Whenever younglings are used I’m just going to think of Star Wars, I doubt I’m the only one either.

-[Azriel shook his head, shadows twining around his wrists. “It’s not the same. When you’re older, the fears, the mental blocks … it’s different.”] What does that have to do with flying?

-Azriel tells Feyre he’ll teach her to fly after she trains with Cassian and then tells Lucien he’ll meet him after lunch. Lucien doesn’t react to Azriel’s shadows.

-[I swallowed, but nodded. “Thank you.” And perhaps Azriel’s kindness snapped some sort of tether in me, but I turned to Nesta.] What does that mean?

-Feyre immediately changes the subject again to the King of Hybern. Tells Nesta about the Cauldron. Amren says she’ll help train Nesta tomorrow morning and tells Rhys the both of them will go to the Court of Nightmares so they can use objects of power there.

-“There may be opportunities to practice. Let the girl get a feel for what something like the wall or the Cauldron might be like.” Keeping note of this.

-[I waited for her outright refusal, the cold shutdown of all hope.] Why does Feyre assume this about Nesta?

-[But Nesta only asked, “Why not just kill the King of Hybern before he can act?”] Yeah, why aren’t we planning for this instead?

-[Amren said a bit softly, “If you want his killing blow, girl, it’s yours.”] What does she mean by that? Like the King is somehow too strong? As far as I know he’s not even a High Lord, couldn’t the other High Lords just kill him? Or poison him?

-[“What happened to the human queens?” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “Were they made immortal?” This question went to Azriel.] I find this interaction funny, like Nesta just wants to know what happened to the human queens but Feyre seems confused by this so Nesta moves her question to someone else.

-[Azriel’s Siphons smoldered.] How does this make sense?

-Cassian questions Nesta for asking about the queens. They gaze at each other while Nesta explains her motivations to everyone. She’ll only help if they kill the King and human queens.

-[“Fine,” I said. “And we might need your assistance during the meeting with the High Lords—to provide testimony to other courts and allies of what Hybern is capable of. What was done to you.” “No.”] Wait, why would this help at all? I can see why Nesta says no, it doesn’t make sense for her to do that.

-“People’s lives might depend on your account of it. The success of this meeting with the High Lords might depend upon it.” HOW? Ugh.

-“You have no idea what it was or was not. None. And I am not going to grovel like one of those Children of the Blessed, begging High Fae who would have gladly killed me as a mortal to help us. I’m not going to tell them that story—my story.” Huh, something I actually like.

-“The High Lords might not believe our account, which makes you a valuable witness—” How exactly does telling the High Lords about the King using the Cauldron help in getting them on your side?

-“Then it is not my problem if you’re unreliable. I’ll help you with the wall, but I am not going to whore my story around to everyone on your behalf.” Nesta is getting quite interesting.

-[“And if you even dare suggest to Elain that she do such a thing, I will rip out your throat.” Her eyes lifted from mine to sweep over everyone—extending the threat.] Ok, so I don’t exactly get why Nesta is so protective over Elain but doesn’t extend it to Feyre. Is it because Feyre is the reason that Nesta and Elain got in this mess so now she’s angry at Feyre? I remember in the 1st book when Nesta told Feyre she went out in the woods to rescue her, so this development is interesting to me.

-Mor gives Feyre a wine bottle and says she can drink from it directly.

-[“I’d say Nesta rivals Amren for sheer bloodthirstiness,” Rhys mused hours later as he and I walked alone through the streets of Velaris. “The only difference is that Amren actually drinks it.”] I find this kinda dumb honestly, because I’m pretty sure Feyre is far more bloodthirsty than Nesta. Feyre has literally upended the Spring Court just because of what Tamlin did and Nesta has only said words.

-Feyre and Rhys take a stroll down the Sidra river. Feyre notes there’s still destruction from what happened in ACOMAF. They reach some restaurant they’ve dined at before and apparently it was left untouched during the battle, what a coincidence.

-[Something tight in my chest eased as I beheld the untouched building, the potted citrus plants sighing in the river breeze. And on that breeze … those delectable, rich spices, garlicky meat, simmering tomatoes … I leaned my back against the rail along the river walkway, watching the restaurant workers serve the packed tables.] The grammar for this looks so messy to me.

-[“Who knows,” I murmured, answering him at last. “Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she’ll enjoy the taste.”] It kinda bothers me how the story treats Nesta like this, her lashing out at her sister is apparently seen as some unforgivable crime and I find that weird.

-Rhys says Nesta is difficult. Feyre admits to making a mistake in asking Nesta publicly. Even though I’m pretty sure the problem is that Feyre told her sister that she was going to use her trauma for a political advantage but whatever.

-Feyre asks Rhys how he can balance between High Lord and family. He reassures her that it’s never easy.

-“I should have considered that telling strangers what happened to her in Hybern might … might not be something she was comfortable with. My sister has been a private person her entire life, even amongst us.” That too. And no duh.

-[“Earlier today—at the loft,” he said, pulling back to meet my eyes. Unflinching. Open. “I didn’t mean to insult her.” “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”] He doesn’t even use the word ‘sorry’ but then Feyre does.

-[He lifted a dark brow. “Why in hell would you be?...] Is… is hell a thing in this world? It’s jarring to see it every time the story uses it.

-“I didn’t mean to … undermine you.” That doesn’t even make any sense.

-[“I get why, though. A solid, unified front is important.” I scratched at the smooth wood of the rail with a finger. “Especially for us.”] Does this even make sense or is it just me?

-“We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me—both in private and in public.” I could swear Feyre had called him out before but now that she’s in a relationship with him, she doesn’t anymore?

-[“We can question each other through the bond if we’re around people other than our friends,” I said.] That is so lazy and boring.

-Overexplaining about calling each other out. They talk about Keir and Mor.

-[I considered. “The last time we went to the Court of Nightmares, I played your whore.” He winced at the word.] I will forever hate this.

-[“To get Keir to agree to aid us … Any tips on what mask I should wear to the Hewn City?” [...] “You’ve seen how I am there—how we are. It is for you to decide how to play into that.] Even more plot I hate.

-[“I doubt he’ll come, given that he is Hybern’s ally and knows we’d kill him.”] Assumptions being made on Tamlin.

-“The meeting will occur with a binding spell that forces us all into cease-fire. If someone breaks it while the meeting occurs, the magic will demand a steep cost. Probably their life. Tamlin wouldn’t be stupid enough to attack—nor us him.” I know this’ll be relevant later.

-Explaining why Tamlin is invited. Talks about the other High Lords. I get the impression that all this talking is more for SJM in trying to figure out her own world than to help the readers.

-[Rhys’s brows lifted. “Right now? Your work ethic puts mine to shame.” I hissed, “Tomorrow, smartass.”] Something I found actually funny.

-They talk about Lucien then Hybern. They’re literally talking about the same things again. Feyre doesn’t know if she trusts Lucien, she also doesn’t like using Elain as a pawn. They attempt to have a touching moment in between boring conversations.

-[“We deserve to be happy,” he said, his eyes sparkling enough to tell me that he recalled the words I’d given him on the town house roof after the attack.] No, you don’t.

-[Too much. He had given too much already, and still seemed to think it was not enough.] Haha, so funny. He’s a dick.

-“When you told Sevenda that you felt awake while eating her food …” Keeping note of a minor character’s name.

-[... when we’d heard that music he’d sent to my cell Under the Mountain.] I find this funny that Feyre had found that touching.

-[Let the debate over who’d give the most in this war rest for now.] Ugh.

-[“Walk with me—through the Rainbow.”] I’m sure SJM thought she was being real slick about this corny shit.

-[I linked arms with him before saying, “You and this city helped wake me up—helped bring me back to life.”] Uh huh, right. I still hate how Velaris exists just for Feyre to have a safe space while spitting on worldbuilding at the same time.

#anti sjm #anti acowar

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

tagged by @gabetheunknown thank you <3

Appearance

Blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles// I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look (well kinda... i don't care anymore) // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies and talents

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

Relationship

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated a best friend // I am adopted // My crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

Aesthetics

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep //I enjoy thunderstorms HATE THEM UGH // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean //I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

Miscellaneous

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

tagging: @rocket-angel @nedpilots @merrilark

#no pressure <3

[lord-woolsley]

Thank you for the tag, @damatheirin ! I do enjoy these little tag games immensely ✨

APPEARANCE

i'm over 5'5' // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs 🐶

Tags (no pressure!): @buttergolem @diamond-star @isenstar777 @noire-pandora @ugh-jolras @mizimith @silver-horse

#tag game #tag games #tagged #thank you!

[demon----dean]

Tag Game to Better Know You

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I was tagged by @tennessoui which is surreal beacuse I admire her so much and she is a fandom superstar to me. (In case you are reading this Mrs.Kit: Hi! Thank you for the tag! 😍)

What book are you currently reading?

Does this count as reading?

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I didn't really make it to the cinema but out of the movies released I would say The Northman

What do you usually wear? Something comfy like joggers and a T-shirt, layering it up according to the season. I would describe my style as echoes of goth and urban utility.

How tall are you? It should be 5’6 in 'Murica measurments.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Cancer. I share my birthday with USA's Independence Day. One year I had such a crazy birthday I ended up drinking my way to the local US ambassador's fancy reception party.

Do you go by your name or a nickname? My family shortens my passport name and friends call me a short or long version of my chosen name.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? In a way. I always wanted to be able to fix stuff and now I work in construction.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? Not in any official relationship, but I have someone in the winds, maybe one day there will arrive a chanche to make it work. Meanwhile I am looking disrespectfully at Ewan and Hayden.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? I think I am pretty good at staying calm (at least on the outside) thanks to having been forced to work in customer service. I am bad at making connections and opening up to people.

Dogs or cats? Both! But really -- raccoons. The best of both worlds.

If you draw/write or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/line/etc from something you created this year?

Ugh, I am my own worst crictic but I guess if I had to choose I would say this bit from the Impossible crossroads:

Now you find yourself standing at the impossible crossroads. Do you choose duty and honour over love? Abandon the person who cares about you the most for the greater good?

Force had fallen quiet. The moment was drifting away, their paths solidifying. Anakin’s to remain on Coruscant and Obi-Wan’s heading for Utapau.

Obi-Wan had always chosen the Jedi. Over and over again. No matter what they asked. Anakin had always chosen him.

What’s something you would like to create content for? I love writing for small niche pairings so I am chewing away on Roman Sionis/A.J. (Hayden's character from the Takers). Like the dissapointment of seeing a great pairing and finding they have 0-3 fics on AO3 is crushing so I am trying to do my civil duty.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Obikin (gasp! surprise, I know). Also some work stuff I have to learn that I haven't had the chance to do before so I am watching a crazy amount of tutorials trying to teach myself.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Summer. It was a bummer.

What’s a hidden talent of yours? Not sure if it counts as talent but I grew up on a farm so I know how to milk a cow and cut sheep's wool with oldschool shears.

Are you religious? "Responsibility is the dark side of freedom. When you realize that you are completely responsible for your decisions, actions, and beliefs, how can you not be overcome by anxiety? To try and escape anxiety by ignoring, denying your freedom, your responsibility? But doing that only means you’re ignoring or denying your actual situation. You succeed only in deceiving yourself."

I am forever in love with this quote by nyxocity.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Stability.

I don't know if you've already done this but if not then I tag @that-gay-jedi @wibzen87 @fishnamedsushi @tunglo

#tag game #about the author #real life #Youtube

[justbiran]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Thanks @ichiro51 hehe

1) Seo Jeonghu - Healer

Obviously I'm also picking SJH for number 1. And of course I'm using the sEo JeOnGhU iSnT LiKe oThEr GiRlS gif. He's just so.... UGH. Yes.

2) Glenn Close - Dungeons and Daddies

(Incomplete) fanart by me

Cries, sobs, shrieks, throws a pillow, dies. I just love him so much. I really walked into the wrong room (motherfucker) when I chose to make him my second favorite character, didn't I. Well, by the end of season one he was my favorite hands down. Freddy just plays the comic relief so well that it slaps you in the face when things get angsty.

3) Montgomery "Scotty" Scott - 2009, 2013, & 2016 Star Trek movies

I love to quote this man. He's fantastic. I don't have much else to say 😭😭😭

4) Flynn Rider - Tangled

I just want to be him. I want to dress like him, I want his hair, I want his charm. I also want his enemies to friends dynamic with the horse.

5) Sokka - Avatar the Last Airbender

Oh I'd also like to be Sokka. I was tempted to get his haircut recently ngl. And his humor is just my kinda humor 🤩

6) Garnet - Steven Universe

I was that bitch in elementary and middle school constantly singing Stronger Than You. For this I had to pick between my 3 favorite characters which was really difficult. So I picked a gif with two of them 🤩 Amethyst I always wanted to be friends with. Lapis was just gorgeous and I always felt bad for her. AND THEN GARNET. MY FAVORITE LESBIANS. RUBY AND SAPHIRE. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

7) Kayden Break- Eleceed

MY BOY MY DUDE LET'S GO! He's so arrogant and cocky and then he just goes and beats them up. He's so OP it's hilarious.

8) Ahn Giseok - Vincenzo

HE'S SO RIDICULOUS I LOVE HIM. And he totally has a crush on Vincenzo let's be real 🙄 he's a bit too obsessed with him not to.

9) Wonder Woman/Diana Prince - Wonder Woman 2017

I scrolled for so long to find that gif. Oh it was worth it. SHE'S JUST SO PRETTY. My aesthetic attraction has a HUGE obsession with her.

10) Villanelle - Killing Eve

Gay.

Sorry, just it's true. Still pissed about the ending.

I don't know who to tag (maybe @taylortheanimerangerteen , you're a cool human) just if you see this then I guess it's your turn now 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also this was super hard to pick one person from 10 different fandoms...

#healer kdrama #dungeons and daddies #star trek #tangled #avatar the last airbender #steven universe #eleceed #vincenzo #wonder woman #killing eve

[good-witch-luz]

i hope there isn’t a character limit on tumblr…

The Owl House, Season 1 Episode 17: Wing It Like Witches

This episode opens with a very iconic Boscha quote, “Hello Hexside, your Star has arrived!” Then this episode immediately shows us willow and her newfound confidence and popularity. Willow’s flower barrette is repeatedly used to symbolize this confidence, but that doesn’t become relevant until later. When Luz gets dropped off at Hexside, we get some brand new Eda lore, she was the star player of her grudgby team! This is later elaborated on, and we get a new young eda picture, and in my personal opinion, those are the highlights of the show. Another important thing in this particular scene is Luz saying quote, “can’t reason with crazy.” This is paralleled in Hollow Mind by EMPEROR BELOS. This episode also clearly sets up something that I personally never got, and that is everyone’s admiration for Boscha. I suppose it’s because she’s the captain of the grudgby team but she’s such a bitch. This episode also sets up a lot of early lumity moments and it’s so adorable. There are several lumity quotes in here that I will now be dedicating a segment for. “Oh, Luz, you’re here. I mean, obviously you’re here, this is school, and you go here now, with me. I’ve been talking for too long.” “-Amity we need your help.” “-Yes. I can help! With.. what exactly?” “Oh wow.. Sports” “Me? On a team with you? Running around in cute uniforms? Sweating?? I gotta go.” “She can be so stupid, which I love. I mean hate! In any case, she needs you right now, which is sweet. I mean, I hate it, and it’s dumb.”

This chapter also brilliantly displays Luz’s naivety and childlike optimism and how they can ultimately hurt people even when she’s trying to help people. For example, when Luz challenges Boscha to a grudgby match on behalf of Willow, without consulting her first. Immediately following this scene, we come back to the owl house, and here some new Lillith lore is dropped! How exciting! Lilith was a grudgby CHAMPION. Back to hexside, this scene features an absolute banger of a joke from Boscha “Maybe It’s the altitude of the second floor, but I thought I heard Willow challenge me to a grudgby match.” Underrated as all get out. Later in this scene, another Good Witch Azura parallel is made between Luz + Friends and “Good Witch Azura 2: The Field of Deadly Fates” Immediately following the best montage ever, Luz attempts the thorn vault, and horribly hurts all of her friends. Not physically, but emotionally, and she damages their things. When Willow's barrette breaks, it’s symbolism for her confidence breaking down. It’s so so sad. Hard on the heels of this event, Luz gets hit with a difficult pill to swallow “Not everything can be solved with a good attitude and a dope music soundtrack.” After this, we come to a very important scene, the beginning of Eda and Lilith’s grudgby match! The B plot of this episode serves as a very important sibling bonding and relationship set-up for Eda and Lilith. Also we learn that Lilith was grudgby team captain?!?! Following this tidbit, we learn that Amity was once grudgby team captain, as a preamble to Boscha, and she stepped down after attempting,,, *GASP* THE THORN VAULT!?!?! After Boscha throws FIREBALLS at Luz, Amity manages to re-recruit Gus and Willow to do the grudgby match again. And then Eda and Lilith have one of the sweetest moments in the show.. “I will be back for you. And next time, i won’t be alone.” “I’ll be waiting..” This episode also includes that like, png basic sprite you see everytime you google Amity and I think that’s hilarious. Another thing that makes this episode so impactful and important, is that Luz learns the fire glyph from Boscha’s grudgby ball! The underdogs win this match (in spirit) via a thorn vault, *GASP* CALL BACK!! Lastly, this episode provides us with cheerleader king! Ugh!! Concluding thoughts: I have never had more fun commentating on something in my entire life. I love this episode with my entire heart + my bile sac.

#the owl house #wing it like witches #oh my god #lilith clawthorne #im in love with lilith clawthorne #young eda #young lilith #btw spoilers for hollow mind #sorry for the two page post