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juliandev0rak · 3 years

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Parents 🙄🤣

Two: Parents – what kind of people were/are they? What was your OCs relationship like with them?

echoes of the past event

@arcana-echoes

Stella Rosa, she/ her

Center City, Vesuvia

12 years before the events of The Arcana, Stella is 16

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Warnings: none

Stella’s parents have always been a bit overbearing, but she’s about ready to lose her mind after a day stuck in a carriage with them. Her father’s cheesy jokes, usually at her expense, and her mother’s teary eyed reminiscing have driven her up a wall- not to mention her brother Sebastian’s terrible attitude and repeated questions of “are we there yet?”

Now that they’ve arrived at their destination, her Zia Allesa’s house in Vesuvia, Stella’s never been happier that her parents will soon be leaving her alone.

She’s wanted to come to Vesuvia for years, ever since she first learned that her aunt was a magician, but her parents always said she was too young. Finally, after years of begging and a bit of coercing, they’d agreed to let her train with her aunt. Stella knows that her parents are protective because they love her, but she wants freedom and independence. She wants to start living her life.

“Are you sure you want to stay here, cara mia?” Her mother asks for the thousandth time. “You’re still so young, you could stay home with us.”

“Mamma, no I told you I want to stay with Zia Alessa.” Stella says, rolling her eyes at her mother’s coddling.

“We just want to make sure this is what you want, you know you can come back any time, yes?” Her mother smiles, looking nearly teary eyed.

“Hush Vittoria, she’ll be fine!” Her father Marco reaches a hand out to soothe her mother.

“With Stella gone who’ll be around to reanimate the neighbor’s dog when he dies again?” Her brother Sebastian quips, causing his mother to smack his arm. “Ow, Ma what was that for!”

“That was one time!” Stella huffs, “I don’t even know how I did it.”

“Our little necromancer, all grown up!” Marco says with faux drama, pretending to wipe tears away from his face.

“Marco, sush! We don’t want her new neighbors to think she’s some sort of dark magician.” Vittoria frowns disapprovingly at the men in her family.

“It’s ok, the neighbors already think I’m a dark magician, but it hasn’t stopped my business from booming!” Zia Alessa says, joining in on the laughter.

“Well, I don’t want to be a dark magician.” Stella sticks her chin out pridefully, on a sixteen year old the look doesn’t carry much weight.

She’s heard too many comments from people at home about her particular type of magic. She can’t help what she’s naturally gifted at, the way that darkness and shadows seem to bend to her will. She can’t help the terrifying nightmares she has about red beetles and sickness and the dead rising again that wake her up screaming. She doesn’t like to think about the way that the things she sees in her dreams nearly always come true.

Stella hopes that her aunt will be able to help her learn “good magic”, magic that helps people. She wants to matter to the world as more than a walking horror who can do things that others can’t.

“You can be anything you want, Stella.” Vittoria says placatingly, resting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Yes, even a necromancer!” Marco jokes, earning an arm smack from Vittoria just as his son had.

“I told you to stop talking about that!” Stella says, eyes growing darker like they do when she’s angry.

“I’m only joking cara mia.” The smile hasn’t left her father’s face despite the anger rolling off of the teenager in front of him.

“It’s ok Stells, you can do your creepy magic shit here, nobody will care.” Sebastian says, earning him a glare from his twin sister.

“I do not do creepy magic shit.” She hisses.

“Watch your language!” Her mother reprimands, making both teenagers roll their eyes.

“What do you call travelling through shadows then? That’s fucking creepy if you ask me...” Sebastian continues, earning yet another reprimand from his mother.

“I didn’t ask.” Stella says, wondering when her family will finally leave and take him with them. “And it’s not creepy, it’s a fairly common magical ability. Maybe if you had any talent you could do it too.”

“Stella, Sebastian, stop.” Vittoria says sternly, “We only have a few more hours together with your Zia Alessa before we need to leave, behave yourselves.”

“Ah teenagers, I remember how we acted at that age, eh Marco?” Alessa grins at her brother across the table.

“You used magic to push me into the sea once.” Marco says with a laugh.

“And you tied my shoelaces to the fence when I fell asleep, and then it started raining and I caught a cold!” Alessa laughs, neither of them seem upset by these stories anymore. “One day you and Sebastian will get along, mark my words.”

“I don’t want to get along with him.” Stella mutters and her brother gives her a shit-eating grin.

“I think these two will be bickering until they’re in the grave.” Marco jokes, shaking his head fondly as he regards his children.

“And then Stella will bring us back to life so we can fight more.” Sebastian smirks, knowing the comment will make his sister mad again.

“For the LAST TIME- I am NOT A NECROMANCER.” Stella yells, sending a nearby teacup flying as her magic rises to meet her anger. She flushes with embarrassment and stands to collect the pieces.

“Alright Sebastian, that’s enough.” Marco says, voice unusually serious.

“She’s brought dead things back to life Papa, you’ve seen it-” Sebastian starts, not daring to finish his sentence when his mother shoots him a deadly look.

“Well!” Zia Alessa says cheerily, trying to soften the mood, “why don’t I show Stella to the room she’ll be staying in, and maybe you can start on dinner preparations Vittoria?”

“Of course.” Vittoria gives her son one last look before disappearing into the kitchen. “Uh, Alessa? Why is there a salamander in your stove?”

After a large dinner with very little conversation from either teenager, and too many bad jokes from her father, Stella’s family is ready to head back to Venterre. She stands in the doorway watching them leave and suddenly feels the apprehension and sadness she’s been burying since the beginning of their journey.

“We love you Stella!” Her mother says, misty eyed as she pulls her into a hug. “You have enough money? The sweater I packed you?”

“Yes Mamma.” Stella doesn’t pull away from the hug like she normally would.

“And Artois, did you bring enough bird seed for him?” Her mom asks, pulling back to look at her.

“Yes Mamma, and he likes hunting more anyway.” She says, grateful that she’ll at least have her familiar here to talk to.

“Who’s ever heard of a dove hunting? That’s fucking creepy!” Sebastian mutters, arms crossed as he refuses to meet Stella’s eyes.

“That’s enough from you Sebastian.” Marco says, gesturing for the teen to get into the carriage. He rolls his eyes and does as he’s told.

“Goodbye Stells, write to us often!” Marco pulls her into a hug and leans in to her ear to whisper “If anyone so much as looks at you funny for your magic, you give them hell, and I mean it.”

“I will Papa.” She grins at him, he might make jokes but she knows there’s no one out there who supports her more.

“I’ll keep her safe, next time you come to visit maybe she’ll have taken over the shop! She’s a talented one.” Zia Alessa chuckles, putting her arm around Stella. “We’ll be just fine, won’t we!”

“Of course.” Stella’s smile falters as her parents get into the carriage.

One final wave and her family’s gone, leaving her nearly alone in a strange city. It’s equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, but she knows she can always go home if she needs to and that thought will carry her through. She’s always lived to make her parents proud, but now she’ll live to make herself proud.

#arcana eotp #apprentice stella #sebastian is a little shit but he turns out ok lol #he's a teen who just learned how to curse and he's gonna do it at every opportunity #also im sorry for my ironic emoji usage these are serious topics lol

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moonlightreal · 3 years

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Fate episode 6

When last we left Elemental Academy, I was seeing doomful parallels to every Bad Ending arc in Higurashi. And sadly, I like the three adults and my genre-savvy tells me they won’t all make it through this last episode.

How much of a downer will the ending be? Who will end up screwing everything up? (my money’s on Bloom.) Who’s for the chop? (my guess is Silva and one out of Dane, Riven or Beatrix.) Will we finally learn the red truth of what happened at Aster Dell? Will we ever get the skinny on what the heck Burned Ones are? Will the show finally give me the lowdown on changelings that I’ve been whining about since episode one? Will we get the full story on Bloom’s destiny? (My money’s on no to at least three of the four.)

And I suppose we’ll finally answer the question we started with: Good, bad or irredeemable?

One last time, let’s dive in!

We pick up right where we left off, Bloom having a mental chat with Rosalind! Rosalind says, ‘Do you have any idea how special you are?”

...waitwaitwait, is there gonna be a prophecy? There’s always a prophecy! A prophecy that the Chosen one would be born in Aster Dell and that’s the real reason Rosalind nuked the place. Only she didn’t know which of the babies it was, she guessed Beatrix and she guessed wrong.

Am I right? Sorry, I barely let the episode start, let’s get back.

Rosalind encourages Bloom to bust her out. Bloom flames her eyes up.

Aaaaand we cut back to the girls in the corridor. Terra wonders what they could be talking about and Stella teases that she once heard Terra talk about dirt for two hours. I’m liking friendly Stella, but she faceturned faster than Tinx at the end of WoW!

Terra’s also worried Beatrix may recover from being frozen and come after them. Sensible, Terra! But no, Beatrix will be gone when you get back, off getting the mysterious “him.” I know how these shows work!

Ahahahaha! I’m right! Beatrix is gone! I swear I type these things while I watch, all guesses are genuine!

And then Dowling, Harvey and Aisha bust in. Yeah girls, you might’ve not done this during a Burned One attack! Harvey says “Not another word!” which nobody listening is why y’all gonna get the bad ending, and the girls follow him. Stella resurrects her inner witch to tell Aisha, ‘Hope the brownie points you get from this will keep you company when you’ve got no friends.” simmer down Stell, she was trying to protect people’s lives… Aisha goes with the girls leaving Dowling to go after Bloom alone.

Rosalind is coaching Bloom on how to burn through the barrier. Bloom’s grinning, because magic feels hot and dangerous and you just want more. Then the barrier goes down and Bloom has a moment of worry about what she’s done before she… has a very caring moment, she grabs Rosalind assuming the older fairy will need water and food after being trapped for so long. That is really sweet, Bloom. But Rosalind says, ‘No. I need magic.”

And here comes Dowling! I assumed Rosalind would steal Dowling’s magic, but when the headmistress gets there everybody’s gone.

Opening!

Bloom and Rosalind come out a door in the graveyard out in the forest. Secret passage! Dowling doesn’t know about it. Dowling doesn’t know about lots of things, according to Rosalind. Bloom really should be having second thoughts here. Rosalind has an evil face!

Harvey reads the girls the riot act. He’s wearing his army coat, the same kind Rosalind wears, from their soldier days. He’s horrified about all the girls have done. He turns to go.

And Terra jumps up, “You lied again! About Rosalind, about everything, and you’re angry with ME? You can’t punish me for not knowing something you didn’t tell me!”

Yes! Get ‘em Terra!

Stella and Musa tennis-match look from daughter to father.

Harvey just says, “I suggest you all cool down!” and leaves without facing his daughter’s very sensible argument. And he magics the doors locked.

Terra: ‘I’ve caught him in a logic trap and he’s used his magic to ground us.’

Stella: “That means you won.”

Then aisha heads for her room to “deescalate the situation by removing myself from it” and Stella calls her a rat of a teacher’s pet and Musa asks for a brief pause so she can get her headphones. She flees into her room as Stella and Aisha get into it.

There’s Sam! Hiding in Musa and Terra’s room!

Stella says everyone over five knows not to snitch, even terra knows not to snitch, and Terra gives her a look. Aisha brings the logic: burned Ones, outside! Bloom, kinda single minded! Rosalind, an extra problem we don’t need right now!

Dowling checks the stone circle. Nobody there.

When she leaves, Rosalind and Bloom appear. So Rosalind is mind/light at least. Rosalind puts her hands over the center stone and absorbs magic.

Bloom asks what happened at Aster Dell. Rosalind makes a very evil face. ‘Everything Farah told you is true. I lied to them. I told then Aster Dell was evacuated. It wasn’t.”

Bloom starts to wonder if maybe she released a baddie.

But rosalind has more to say. ‘One of the fundamental tenets of the Otherworld is that only fairies can do magic. The settlers of Aster Dell were the exception. They were humans who drew on sacrifice and death. Blood witches.”

Gee it’d have been nice to hear that fundamental tenet sometime before the last episode! 9_9

So Rosalind saw an opportunity to wipe out the totally unforeshadowed witches along with the Burned Ones. And Bloom was a fairy baby kidnapped by the witches. Her fairy parents are still unknown. Bloom’s freaking out, but Rosalind just says, ‘You weren’t safe in the Otherworld, the power inside you was too great. that’s why the witches wanted you, to use your power.” and the Burned Ones can sense Bloom’s power and want to get rid of it before it’s used on them.

Yikes! Bloom realizes her presence is putting everybody in danger!

Rosalind: ‘Sucks to be special sometimes, doesn’t it.” But now they can go after the Burned Ones! And Rosalind has another trick to teach Bloom…

Hmm, so these Burned Ones were just… around? And gathering because they sensed Bloom’s magic? I assumed someone summoned them back after not being seen for 16 years.

We go to the fighters at the barrier. Remember how last episode Bloom drugged Sky and left him passed out at the stone circle? Well Aisha found out somehow and told the teachers so Silva is giving Sky the “why did I find this out from Aisha?’ and Sky hits back with, “Why’d I have to find out about Aster dell from Bloom?” But they’re in the middle of a siege situation here so Silva logically suggests they talk about that later.

Another few specialists including Riven and a girl named Kat who knows Stella are watching Noura’s last video. Kat thinks she knows where it was shot. Silva says, “Let’s go.” Just him and five students. Riven says, ‘Without fairies? that’s fucking stupid, there’s six of them!” and Sky shuts him down; order’s an order. That’s the most twit-ish thing Sky has done this whole show.

They hear Burned Ones growling… but it’s coming from the direction of the school! Yikes! Everyone rushes back!

At Alfea, the lights, that were never bright anyway so we’d remember this is a dark show, flicker out! Terra says the electricity runs on magic and there are energy wells… Sam says he’ll go check it out. He Kitty Prydes it through the door, unbothered my the sealing spell. So if he can phase, can Terra learn it too?

Spooky empty corridors! Flickering lights! Sam all alone! Y’know Sam probably can’t do that trick Kitty does where an enemy launches at her and goes right through, because he can only phase through earth-y and plant-y stuff.

Yikes! It’s a jump scare! Burned One right in Sam’s face! It claws him and he goes down yelling in pain!

But he manages to get back into the girls’ suite to tell them there’s a Burned One loose in the school!

Back with Bloom and Rosalind, Rosalind’s encouraging Bloom to channel lots of magic. “More! Let the fire consume you! Control limits you!” bloom says she’s scared and Rosalind encourages her to embrace that feeling, to enjoy it! “And with the right people around you...”

Bloom unflames. “You mean with you.” Bloom’s realized it! “You want me to listen to you and trust you and let you guide me? I just met you.’ and that’s not all! Bloom realizes Rosalind left her on earth a danger to everyone around her, to hide her from Dowling. “Without any guidance.”

Rosalind: ‘The guidance you needed was love. Farah couldn’t give that to you. Vanessa and Michael could.” Ugh, so their names are canon. And Rosalind knew about their baby and “gave them a second chance. And I gave you a hiding place from the monsters that wanted you dead.” And rosalind says she’ll always look out for Bloom, and when this is over they’ll find Bloom’s birth parents.

I dunno Bloom, maybe ask a whole lot more about how she knew about an Earth couple whose baby had a heart defect?

It had occurred to me that Beatrix might be the other half of the changeling swap, if there’s healing magic that can fix things like that.

But no time for that, Burned Ones are in the school and the girls are stuck in their room! Bloom has to go help. She asks Rosalind if she’s charged up enough to help help. Rosalind says she can’t, “But you don’t need it. BS, Rosalind, you could totally help. But Bloom runs off leaving the lady with the evil face all alone.

In the suite, Sam is getting worse, they can’t get out, and cel phones are giving up.

Bloom races toward the school. She hears noises from every side… but there’s Sky! At least bloom seems relieved he’s ok after she spiked his drink. He doesn’t seem nearly as upset as he should be over that, but I guess we gotta save the school first!

Inside dark halls there’s Riven and Kat with flashlights. They hear noises, but it’s just some students led by a male fire fairy with a handful of flames. Kat goes with them to the “courtyard” which I’ve been calling the cafeteria, I guess it’s outside? The big set with the arches and walkway overlooking it.

So Riven’s all alone to get the rest of the students from this area! He goes into the greenhouse… and there’s Dane! And Beatrix lying asleep on a table. Dane brought Beatrix here but she’s still paralyzed from the spell and Dane doesn’t know how to help her.

Riven just says it sucks for her and she’s not worth it. Which true we’d be better off without her but also yikes, heartless much Riven?

Dane: “She cares about you and I know you care about her. Don’t act like you don’t.”

Riven shrugs and turns to go and Dane grabs him. Riven says fine, he’ll help. Dunno why they don’t just carry Beatrix to where the students are gathering, that’d be safer for everyone.

Sky and Bloom are having the “you drugged me.” conversation. And the “I trusted you, I told you things.’ and “you trusted me but you’d still have stopped me.’ and “you were gonna release a murderer and a crazy ex-headmistress.” and Bloom starts realizing everyone had reasons for what they did and Sky wraps it up, ‘just because they’re doing what they thought was right doesn’t mean that it is.”

Back with the girls, Sam’s getting worse and something is banging on the door! it’s Sky! Did he just kick his way through an enspelled door? Badass.

Sky and Stella look at each other and say hey.

Then we all head for the courtyard and comparative safety!

Dowling is magically sealing the beautiful arched doors with trees in them, she tells the boy fire fairy to get his compatriots to weld them shut, and everyone to start making barricades. Silva’s handing out armor to fairies who want it. Harvey has a whole chemistry lab set up with a lunch lady helping him. Badass Marco is still getting treatment for his injury when the girls bring Sam in for help. Sam’s in a bad way. Harvey asks why they didn’t bring him immediately and Terra reminds him they were locked in their room. Harvey flinches.

Dowling stands on the stage where we saw Luna before, as behind her fire fairies weld the doors. She tells them the situation: Burned Ones in, power out. But she got word to Queen Luna and the army’s on the way! Everyone looks at Stella when she says that. They’re safe in the courtyard… but if the Burned Ones get through before the army comes, they’ll have to fight. Dowling does her best to be inspiring, “Let’s show them what it means to be Alfeans!” But I just feel… the lack of history. And I know, we have history. Feels like we don’t.

Sky and Stella have a moment. Bloom told him Stella ran away from home. Stella: “Home’s on its way here, so that’s fun.” Sky offers to help her hide but Stella says she’d love to take him up on it but… ‘Breaking up was the right thing to do, we never should’ve gotten back together. We are codependant at best, toxic at worst. This time I have to deal with it myself.” yay Stella! Grow into a better person! Sky says she sounds just like Bloom and Stella jokes that that’s what he’s into these days.

Meanwhile Bloom is following Dowling trying to convince her not to be mad. ‘Rosalind isn’t the monster you think she is.”

Bloom, you just met her you said it yourself!

“She had a reason to lie. The settlers of Aster Dell weren’t innocent. They were blood witches. And my birth parents weren’t even there.”

Dowling just sighs and says “She certainly has a way of winning people over doesn’t she.” Dangit, I wanted her to just kill the retcon and say, “there’s no such thing as blood witches, Bloom.”

Bloom goes with, ‘is your ego so fragile you can’t even consider for a minute you might be wrong about her?” Dowling says Rosalind is just manipulating, Bloom says you’re doing that too, and Dowling sensibly points out Dowling could be here defending herself and also defending the school.

Bloom flinches from that logic but says Rosalind is still too weak.

Dowling says the stone circle is the conduit to the magic of the land. It supplies everything… like the electricity. And the barrier.

Yup. Nice job breaking it, hero! Bloom singlehandedly brings about the bad ending!

Bloom says the Burned Ones are after her, and Dowling had figured that out. Bloom says she knows how to fight them now, but Dowling points out, ‘you’re he reason we’re in this mess, you’ve done enough. Help the other fire fairies weld the doors if you want to.’

And she strides off, pausing to suggest to Aisha that the other water fairies could use her leadership.

Aisha had been coming to talk to bloom I think, but she changes her mind.

In the greenhouse Dane and Riven are making a medicine to revive Beatrix. Turns out Riven is good at potions because he used to hang out with Terra. ‘Look, I’ll deny saying this but she’s not the worst.”

Ok, that makes Riven’s nasty remark to Terra in the first episode way worse.

Riven: “I might’ve led you astray this year...’

Dane: “you didn’t. Beatrix is special.”

Riven: ‘You are gay, right? I’m not blind? I know when someone wants my dick.”

Dane: “I think you’re hot. She is too, in a different way.”

There’s nothing like a cute threesome! ...and this is nothing like a cute threesome. But now the problematic element sits up and says, ‘You made the right choice. Rosalind will be impressed. When this is all over, you’re going to want to be on our side.”

Burned Ones growl! Rosalind pulls magic from the stone circle!

And Sam is in a bad way. There was a splinter of Burned One claw near his heart. Dang, I should’ve put him on the list of people for the chop! Musa tries to use her mind magic to take some of his pain, but it’s too much for her.

Harvey starts falling apart, stuttering that he can’t get the splinter out. Terra encourages her father, and Harvey manages to pull the claw splinter out. sam’s alive, but until the Burned One that tagged him is dead it’s only a matter of time!

The fire fairy boy says he heard they have the rest of the night and a whole day before the army comes. Too long for Sam, and if the Burned Ones get through the doors too long for all of them. Bloom, who’d been watching in horror the results of her bad choices, sets her lips and strides out.

Bustle of students putting up barricades. Sky is working with Badass Marco, then he turns and there’s Bloom with an apology. “I should’ve been honest with you like you were honest with me and I’m sorry.” And she reassures him that the kiss was honest, and gives him another one for emphasis!

Sky: “If I still say I don’t believe you, can we do it again?”

Well Sky is the most sane and stable person here, he’ll be good for Bloom! And immediately her catches Bloom’s glance and says, ‘whatever you’re thinking of doing… I’m here.”

And Aisha knows Bloom’s gonna try something, because Bloom always tries something and this time she thinks it’s her fault. Stella tries the, ‘If only her friend hadn’t turned on her..” and Aisha feels bad and she’s sorry. And here’s Bloom, come to get them! It’s the last episode, we all get to go fight!

Sky’s not with them, he’s with Silva and Silva has a final confession to make. Because he thinks they’re all gonna die tonight, he wants to tell Sky the truth about what happened at Aster Dell. Because that was where Sky’s father died. But Sky thought he died in battle…

Flashback! On the plains. Silva is yelling that there were still people, the town wasn’t evacuated. He wants to run and tell Rosalind. This must be while the magic users are up on the cliff ready to call down lightning. Silva says his friends think they’re only killing Burned Ones, but Andreas says Rosalind knows the truth. And he’s going with what Rosalind said.

Silva says ‘I know Rosalind gave you a sense of purpose, I know you’re indebted to her.” backstory there, but surely Andreas wouldn’t be on side for nuking hundreds of people?! Silva says, orders or morals? And Andreas… yep, he’s Team Rosalind. he’s not gonna let Silva warn the others.

He does not say, “They’re evil blood witches, we’ll show you the evidence and then come back.” which is really the only correct thing to say here.

Punches are thrown! The two warriors scuffle. Then Andreas goes for his sword. Silva draws his own. And a few swings in, he runs Andreas through. And races to the top of the bluff to stop his friends being accessories to a massacre.

Oof! What a thing for Sky to learn! And before that, Silva says, Andreas really was a great hero. Just… flawed. As we all are. That’s not much good and sky snaps, ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” But he’ll have to work it out later because now the Burned Ones are breaking in!

Dowling and the specialists move to the front, Dowling saying, ‘Keep your emotions in check. Runaway fear leads to runaway magic.”

In the clinic Harvey and Terra battle to keep Sam alive. Terra goes to get help and finds Musa zoned out with headphones. Terra begs for help and Musa says she can’t bear to feel somebody she cares about die, not again. This Musa’s mother dies last year, and Musa was with her and felt everything. Oof! The two girls hang onto each other and cry for a moment then Terra says, ‘It’s ok. I’m not gonna let him die.” And, understanding, leaves Musa to her music. But headphones can’t shut out the sound of the Burned Ones banging on the walls!

In the courtyard terra walks right up past everybody and starts dismanteling the barricade! ‘We’re hiding when we should be fighting.” Silva tells her they’re gonna be fighting soon enough and indeed, here comes a Burned One through the roof! The boy fire fairy blasts it and Kat is ready to skewer the thing when it… passes them?

It’s looking for Bloom! Who was last seen sneaking out a trapdoor with Stella and Aisha! The banging stops, and Dowling figures out Bloom has left to draw the enemy away!

The girls emerge from the secret passage in the graveyard.

Harvey calls Terra over as she is clearly headed out to fight, but he says she needs to stay with her brother, to help him hold on until the Burned One is destroyed. Then Musa appears and takes Sam’s hand. She’ll help him as long as she can.

Outside Stella points out that her mom is on the way with a real live army, but Bloom says there’s no time for that. Rosalind taught her how to stop the Burned Ones but she has to do big magic and she’s not sure how that’ll work. She needs help. Aisha will be there with her water magic in case the forest catches fire, and Stella can hide them.

Bloom: “Rosalind wants me to believe that she’s the person I need to get through this. But she’s not.

Aisha pulls the water from the pond into a cyclone around Bloom. Bloon lights up her eyes and lifts off the ground and… transforms. Transforms-ish. Flames spiral around her arms and legs, and around her body. Bloom’s clothes don’t change but fiery veined wings open behind her, first very large then dwindling as Bloom lands back on the ground.

The designers definitely could’ve watched PGSM to get this, if they then decided to tone things way down. And why not change her clothes? I’m sure they could’ve managed something. As a live action transformation sequence it’s… ok. They were trying for something cool and they had some good ideas how to get there, the fie spirals were good, but they needed to really run with it and they didn’t. So it’s just ok.

And how the night did Rosalind know the long lost secret of how to transform?

Burned Ones advance and Bloom blasts them with fire one after another. When the last one is down, her wings go out. And where the Burned Ones fell are… specialists? People, anyway.

Dowling arrives and Bloom collapses in her arms, then Aisha and Stella rush over to help. “We did it.’

Inside Sam suddenly feels much better! Terra hugs Musa. The lights come back on.

In the greenhouse too, where Beatrix and the boys are ready to bring the bad ending! I still smell a bad ending, because we just had a good ending but there’s twenty minutes more to go! The boys say they should rejoin their classmates but Beatrix says they should wait to meet Rosalind and her dad, who have a plan. ‘The two of you can be part of it. This doesn’t have to end.”

Dane asks if it was her dad who sent her to Alfea and B says he’s technically not her dad… and here’s Rosalind coming in the greenhouse doors. She and Beatrix recognize each other though they can’t have met. B says the boys are her friends and Rosalind reads their minds. I wanna say the boys are wondering what they’ve gotten into but… no, they don’t seem to be seeing anythuing wrong with this at all.

The girls are putting Bloom to bed, talking about the good ending they think they have. Sam will be fine, Terra’s great at doctoring and she’s sad she missed seeing Bloom’s wings. Tinkerbell is mentioned and I can just hear my friend cringing as they say Bloom’s wings were cooler than Tinkerbell’s. Bloom’s parents call and Aisha talks to them, covering for Bloom. She calls it her ‘one allocated lie of the week” which is weird. Bloom’s awake and fine, she could talk to her folks. Aisha says they’ve been having killer exams and the girls giggle.

Nobody says, ‘ohmigod the secret of wings was lost ages ago, what exactly did you do? help us all learn it!” which seems like a very obvious thing for everybody to be saying.

Also being all happy and going to bed while Rosalind and Beatrix are unaccounted for is a weird choice!

Silva and some specialists are scouting for her. No luck. They find Dowling with the bodies of the ex-Burned Ones.

Dowling: “Bloom transformed, Saul. She spent one night with Rosalind and unlocked ancient fairy magic, magic we thought was lost. She told Bloom the settlers of Aster dell weren’t civilians, they were blood witches.”

And Silva seems to believe it. Which of course means he killed his friend for no good reason. If it’s true. But if it’s true why didn’t Rosalind and Andreas tell the others, present evidence of the blood witches’ crimes, and make a plan to deal with things aboveboard? So why does Silva believe it now hearing from Dowling who heard from Bloom who heard from Rosalind well after the fact? But he does believe it and this is his awful moment of guilt.

Sky too is grappling with what he’s just learned, pacing on the lawn outside the school as the night ends.

Bloom finds him as the sun rises and I gotta say, I was not expecting the night to end! Everyone heard Bloom “went full fairy last night.” Bloom says it was the first time she truly felt like herself. She says, “I belong here.” but she realizes Sky is in the same clothes as last night and asks if he’s ok. He says he’s fine, which he isn’t.

Then Dowling comes looking for Bloom. The two fairies go into the headmistress’ office. Bloom’s feeling ok after her big magic, and suddenly she apologizes for all the awful things she’s said to Dowling. “You found me when I was lost, brought me to a safe place, gave me guaidance. Surrounded me with amazing people. And I’ve been...’

Dowling says, ‘It’s forgiven.” And Bloom hesitantly asks for a hug, or maybe offers one. Dowling looks like she’s never heard of hugs before, then she stands up and she and Bloom hug. Dowling totally gets teary-eyed.

Dowling: “When I became headmistress I made a decision. To become a figurehead. To project strength. It’s what students your age need. Admitting mistakes invites uncertainty...but not admittng them means people you care about have to ask you if you hug.”

Awwww, that was sweet! Dowling says she should have been more honest and Bloom says she maybe needed time.

...are we maybe NOT having a bad ending? I mean if Stella confronts her mum that would take up the time and we could end on a good note! Nobody’s dead yet! But all that bad-ending buildup...

‘Cause suddenly we’re back on Earth and Bloom is going to tell them the truth! Which, what good will that do them? And do you even know the truth? People told you lots of things. And the rest of the girls are here to hang out over the weekend! They head upstairs so Bloom can drop the “changeling” bomb in peace.

Music plays, Bloom speaks and her mother cries and looks at a baby book, ultrasounds and a newborn hospital bracelet. They believe it too, the whole mad story of fairies and magic. Of course Bloom summoning double handfuls of fire probably does a lot to convince them.

Sweet family montage, Bloom hugging her parents, the girls at the kitchen table, eating pizza.

Back at Alfea, Silva asks Sky where Riven is. Sky just says he and Dane are probably off getting stoned. When is this? Did y’all not do a full headcount after the battle? Sky is of course not happy with his mentor. Silva just says, ‘one day I hope you’ll see everything I did was for your benefit Sky.” Which, if Silva’s parenting produced Sky the paragon of decency and Andreas’ parenting produced Beatrix the occasionally charming also slutty obsessed murderer, good point there!

Here come some doomful black SUVs! They pull around and out hop a bunch of soldiers who surround the two confused guys.

Queen Luna gets out and… arrests Silva for the attempted murder of Andreas of Eraklyon!

Yow! Poor Silva looks most confused. But there he is, Andreas gets out of an SUV still wearing his specialist vest thingy. Sky looks at his resurrected father in shock!

Dowling is looking over some graves. Rosalind suddenly turns up! Turns out the Burned Ones are a sort of zombie, they were human once so when Bloom turned them human again and dead Dowling buried them. I hope she tried to find their next of kin and stuff too. Rosalind knew about them.

Dowling: “Are there more out there?”

Rosalind: “Shit ton.”

Rosalind must’ve already met Riven, his speech patterns are rubbing off on her!

And then Rosalind delivers the prophecy. There always is one. Or in this case, “There’s a legend. It’s a thousand years old. That’s how old the Burned Ones are, by the way. They were soldiers from an ancient war. The legend is about the magic used against them. It created them. it’s powerful. It’s primal. The Dragon Flame.”

Whaaaaaat? Really? Come on.

And that’s what Bloom’s got and that’s why she could transform. Rosalind let the Burned Ones into the school to see if Bloom could do it. Dowling’s upset about the danger to, y’know, everybody.

Rosalind: “there’s a war on the horizon. The Burned Ones are nothing compared to what’s coming.”

And Rosalind says she’s taking over the school, pretty much. We go back to the front yard where Silva’s getting hauled away in handcuffs and Queen Luna is giving the ordersy and there’s Beatrix watching and inside someone’s taking down Dowling’s portrait and putting up Rosalind’s.

Soldiers march into the greenhouse and Harvey and Sam smile weakly, smart enough not to try anything against six big dudes.

We learn that Andreas has been in hiding all these years because “I needed someone to raise Beatrix.” Uh, wow Andreas is one obedient guy! He also looks a little nutty. I dunno, the very regal beard… it’s too much somehow. Next to him Beatrix smiles at Riven and Dane who are I guess her loyal retainers now.

And then, infodump over… Rosalind straight up MURDERIZES Dowling! Well first she suggests Dowling might want to run away and take some time off, but Dowling is having none of that so Rosalind kills her! And then angry rock music plays as Dowling’s body sinks into the ground and flowers come up over her, making one more grave.

The girls return from their weekend on earth wearing the awful clothes from the trailer and discover… not the three adults they were expecting!

Well that was… something. You got the bad ending all right!

So lemme scroll up and see how good my guesses were…

Nobody but Dowling died, so my death guesses were wrong. And if she’s an earth fairy she might be able to heal herself under the ground or something, I mean weirder things happen in this kind of show. Bloom did indeed doom the school by releasing Rosalind.

We learned what I guess is the truth of Aster Dell, but... unforeshadowed blood witches? Reeeeeally!? That’s what you’re going with? And we found out Burned Ones are ancient zombies created by the unforeshadowed Dragon Flame which Bloom has for some reason. You’re supposed to foreshadow the important stuff for the night’s sake! That’s how things have weight in your story, that’s how you make the world feel real like the parts of it are connected to the other parts of it! The lack of worldbuilding has been bugging me more and more, can you tell?

Anyway we get a season two. I’m pleased because I’ve enjoyed plenty of aspects of Fate, but on the other hand… Fate has turned the already weird Winx fandom into a pit of radioactive rage-bees, and I won’t be sad to put that behind us!

So what about the big question? Good, bad or irredeemable?

I expected to judge how Fate lines up as a Winx Club show, but it… just doesn’t. At all. None of the characters are the same, none of the worldbuilding is the same. It’s apples to oranges.

But as just a show… I think I’d have to go with “bad.” The way the world feels so flimsy, all the really obvious bits of Otherworldbuilding that just aren’t there until the end, or aren’t there at all. All the Earth popular culture references. Beatrix being stuck in a slut stereotype role. All the drugs. All the everyone’s lying to everyone about everything, it got really tiresome. Those things knock the show out of the “good” category.

But there was a lot to like. I have to say, all the actors did a really good job. Given the semi-mess they had to work with, they gave it all they had! Stella was so awful but put across that she’s terrible because she’s terrified. Sky was a truly good person. Beatrix and Riven are objectively terrible people but both had moments of being so charming it was hard to hate them. And Dowling, Silva and Harvey managed to hold up this flimsy worldbuilding and almost make it work. The magic was flimsy but pretty and the castle and the forest are absolutely stunning.

So it’s not good, but there’s something there. So it’s not irredeemable, though there’s a lot we have to wallpaper over with it. I’m’a go with “Bad. The show has charms but is in general bad.”

At least that’s what I think after a five-hour marathon of the last episode! We’ll see what occurs to me in days to come!

#fate the winx saga #you get the bad ending

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drowning-in-dennor · 4 years

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While fighting over the privilege of killing a feared beast, Henrik and Stellan end up in a rather sticky situation. [Based on prompt 1 from this list by @the-modern-typewriter.] [This work contains violence and blood.]

“You again?”

He turns, resting his axe against his shoulders and grinning at his rival. “Yep, it’s me, here to find and kill the mighty Storlange. I guess great minds think alike, huh?”

“You’re delusional if you think you’re anywhere near great.” Stellan passes him and approaches the entrance of the cave, mace hanging loosely from his belt. “And anyway, I’m the one who’ll be killing Storlange.”

“You sure about that?” Henrik teases, striding his way past Stellan, “I don’t think your dainty little mace would be able to do much more than just boop the thing on its fearsome snout.”

Stellan huffs, pushing him away and marching into the cave, not looking to see if he’s following. “When I crush its skull with one blow, you’ll be eating your words, Henrik.”

...

They both have torches, and slip on coarse stones while trying to surpass each other in the narrow path that leads into the mighty serpent’s lair. Henrik jabs Stellan in the ribs and Stellan kicks Henrik in the rear, but neither of them relent.

“How much longer ‘til we’re there?” Henrik asks, voice echoing.

“Shut up.”

Henrik sniggers obnoxiously and spins around to ruffle Stellan’s hair, the flame of his torch singeing his arm. “Aw, don’t you like it when I try and make small talk? How rude.”

His hand reaches for the mace at his belt. “One more word and I’ll bash your head in, I swear.”

He laughs again and turns back around, making sure to stamp his feet loud enough that he hears an audible sigh from behind him.

...

Not long after, the narrow path widens out to a small pocket in the cave, light pouring in from a hole above them. At the very back of the clearing, there lies Storlange, curled up and basking its scales in the sunlight. The colossal serpent’s mighty coils, strong enough to crush a wagon, glint a million shades of emerald, ruby and sapphire.

Stellan unhooks his mace from his belt. “There it is.”

“Well, duh.” Henrik tightens his grip on his axe and stalks quietly towards Storlange. “Now, stand back and don’t die. I’ll bring this thing back after I kill it.”

“Are you kidding me?” He approaches Storlange as well, boots tapping quietly on the stone ground. “Storlange’s scales could clothe my entire village in beautiful clothes. I’m going to kill it.”

Henrik snorts incredulously. “You, kill that thing? Come on, Stell, we both know that’s impossible.”

“First of all, don’t call me that,” Stellan retorts, shoving Henrik away, “second of all, I will kill Storlange, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

He sticks his foot out between Stellan’s legs, snickering when he stumbles and nearly falls. “Yeah, that’s not true.” Henrik taps a finger to his lips when he notices him opening his mouth to curse. “And don’t you yell, or we’ll wake Storlange up.”

Now practically fuming, Stellan lunges at Henrik and aims a fist to punch him in the face. He dodges him and tries to elbow Stellan, furiously pushing his hand away from his face. “Oh, you little - “

A hiss stops their scuffle.

Awakened and probably cursing its awakeners, Storlange rears up to its full height, hood flaring out as it bares its fangs, as long and deadly as spears.

“Now you’ve done it, you dunce.” Stellan cautiously skirts towards the side of the clearing, leaving Henrik to stare Storlange in the eye. “Just run away. I’ll share the spoils with you after it’s dead.”

“No way.” He squares his shoulder and gets into position, while the serpent continues slithering, slow and terrible, its way towards him. “I’m not going to let you of all people split your loot with me.” And before Stellan can reply, Henrik charges toward Storlange.

The first blow is easy, a nice deep slash that unfortunately isn’t lethal. Henrik lands on scales, slipping and trying to maintain his balance as Storlange whips around and hisses, open-mouthed, at him.

Before it can bite him in half, Stellan leaps onto his head and bashes his mace into its eye, driving the tip in so deep that blood bursts out and litters the ground like crimson rain.

Grimacing at the blood soaking into his tunic, Henrik slams the blade of his axe into Storlange again. It rears wildly, nearly sending the two of them crashing to the ground. Stellan flips over and slides down its neck, shooting past Henrik before he can dig his mace into a gap between Storlange’s scales and stop.

“Need any help?”

Another jab between the scales and Henrik stumbles, trying not to fall off. “Of course not, idiot,” Stellan calls, “now if you insist on fighting, quit dithering and actually do something.”

“Whatever you say.” Henrik pulls his axe out, blood dripping from the blade, and slashes at Storlange again. A third wound opens up, oozing crimson and squelching unpleasantly as Henrik steps over it and runs down to meet Stellan.

Digging in deeper with his mace, Stellan twists the tip so that it scrapes off a few scales, which fall onto the ground with metallic clinks. “Go back up,” he says when he notices Henrik, “deal with the head.”

Indignantly, Henrik makes sure to make an obscene hand gesture at Stellan before racing back up Storlange and wincing when it hisses at him, fangs practically dripping with venom. It lunges at him, probably trying to take off his head.

Henrik ducks, just barely dodging, but he feels Storlange’s fang slice through the leather of his coat and fly out of its maw. The force is strong enough to have him soaring off the serpent and to the wall, the fang digging into the rock and the only thing that kept him from breaking his spine.

Stellan whips his head to look at him, not missing the chance to blow him a raspberry before darting nimbly up the scales and facing Storlange alone.

“You’re gonna face it alone?” Henrik yells.

“You’re the one pinned to a wall, dolt,” Stellan shouts back, “so shut up!”

When Storlange snaps at him, intent on eating him, Stellan jumps into his mouth, reaching into his pocket for something. As Henrik watches, helpless from his position, Stellan tosses stone after stone down Storlange’s throat, occasionally jumping upward to slam the roof of its mouth with his mace.

Storlange chokes and lets out strangled hisses, before blood starts to seep from its mouth and it sinks to the ground, the life ebbing out of its one remaining eye.

Stellan jumps out of its mouth, covered in spit and shaking dust out of his pockets. “What was that about me not being able to kill Storlange?” He asks smugly, “and by the way, you look way better up there all stuck. Less annoying, more helpless and no chance of hassling me.”

Henrik’s axe begins to slip out of his hand. “You could help, you know? Like, let me down?”

“I could,” Stellan purrs, staring unashamedly as Henrik struggles and pants, “but that wouldn’t give me nearly so pretty a view.”

He hefts up his axe with a surprising amount of strength. “I could toss this at you, probably.”

“Oh, fine.” Stellan begins climbing up the wall, slipping his feet in little crevices and deftly making his way towards Henrik. He pulls the fang out and watches Henrik flail and scream on his way down. “Are you dead yet?”

“Fortunately, no.” Henrik dusts himself off and glares at him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to nurse my bruised rear and ego. Ta-ta, Stell.”

As he marches off, muttering under his breath, Stellan crosses his arms and sighs good-naturedly. “Sore loser.”

#aph dennor #APH Denmark #APH Norway #aph fanfiction #my writing

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sephirotha · 5 years

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Ardyn saw her by the ill-fated lovers. She was crying over the Oracle’s lifeless body, shaking and pleading for her to wake up.

After five, futile minutes, she turned to her brother and tried to rouse him.

The pitiful princess gave up after a while, grabbing him and struggling to hoist him up.

Ardyn made his presence known whilst walking over.

“Oh, my poor star!” he cried, and Stella turned to look at him. “Such a hostile world we live in to lose a precious, pure soul.”

Stella laid Noctis down and got to her feet. Her eyes were wide with recognition.

“You…it was you…” she murmured as he stopped about three feet away from her. “You killed…”

Ardyn tutted, wagging his finger at her.

“Such a cruel accusation,” he said. “Lady Lunafreya was on her deathbed because of her duties. I merely relieved her from her pain.”

“That doesn’t give you the right!” Stella yelled.

Her voice, oh her voice, rang out through the mist. Her blue eyes filled with tears as her fists shook.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

Ardyn placed a hand on his heart.

“After our meeting, you do not remember my name? Oh, Stells, I am hurt.”

“A name is just a name,” Stella spat. “Who are you, Ardyn? Why did you really approach me that day?”

She looked so much like Noctis. Her stance, the way her lips curled to sneer at him, the fire in her eyes… Yet, she did it with a more regal air about her.

She was Noctis, she was Somnus and…that woman…all combined. A wonderful melody of determination, naivety and passion.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was your number one fan, Stells. I do admire your work.”

He looked at Noctis, curled up beside her feet.

“And admittedly, disappointed that you’re not the heir to the throne.”

“Oh, how dreadful.”

Ardyn laughed at Stella’s heavy sarcasm.

“Are you not upset, Stells? You are the older twin. Shouldn’t it be you instead of Noct who ought to take the throne next?”

He moved a step closer.

“I know how it feels to be passed over in favour of a younger sibling.”

He watched as Stella stepped slightly to make sure she was in between him and Noctis. He sighed.

“Your loyalty is admirable.”

He held his hand out to her.

“But my dear, around you this world is falling apart. You can float away with the flotsam and jetsam whilst your dear brother will be saved. Or, I can take you away from here safely.”

He smirked.

“I will even be courteous enough to answer any questions you have.”

Stella narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Ardyn’s shoulders dropped as he sighed in disappointment.

“Oh, Stells,” he said. “I’m not keen on the idea of leaving you alone here.”

As he spoke, an airship descended behind him and MTs ran out, surrounding her and Noctis. She didn’t react quick enough to them as one hit her behind her head, stunning her.

As she was dragged away from Noctis, struggling to keep her eyes open, Ardyn took his hat off and placed it on a nearby MT. He pulled his dagger out as he dragged Noctis out from where he was curled up by the hair. Stella was pushed to her knees, arms held back and head forced up so she could see Noctis laid out before him.

He twirled the dagger thoughtfully, brushing Noctis’s coat aside so he could dangle the blade above his heart.

“It would be easy to snuff out this light,” he said as Stella struggled with the MTs holding her back. “And you’d replace it. Perhaps you’d be better received.”

“Don’t…”

Her voice trembled with fear and it sounded sublime.

She strained against the MTs. She even began to thrash a little.

Cute.

“I want the Lucis line dead.”

Stella froze in her movements. Her breath grew heavy as he gently pressed the tip of the blade to Noctis’s breast.

“With him gone, you’d take the sacrifice instead, wouldn’t you?”

Stella looked confused and upset. He tilted his head at her, recalling that very expression in his youth.

“Would you like to know my full name, Stells? It’ll give you an idea on who I really am.”

He grabbed her chin and brought her closer, the MTs accommodating.

“Ardyn Lucis Caelum,” he whispered, like a child telling their best friend a secret.

Even more confusion flashed across Stella’s eyes as he leaned in closer. His nose brushed against hers.

Ah, soft. She was shivering from her swim to the altar and it was starting to rain. But there was something akin to a comforting warmth emanating from her.

He wanted to consume and cherish it.

“Ah, Stells…” he chuckled dryly. “It feels good to finally say it out loud.”

His gaze flickered back to Noctis.

“Will you bring me rest, Stells?” he asked. “It would be much more pleasurable if it was by your hands.”

He raised the dagger.

“No, Noct!” Stella screamed, and light exploded from behind her.

The light, much to Ardyn’s agony, was the light of the crystal.

MTs fell away as he retreated, rubbing his eyes. Stella cried out in pain.

When Ardyn recovered, he saw the princess stumbling onto her feet. She cradled her left hand, which sported the Ring of Lucii.

When did she get that?

Stella held her throat for a moment and glared at him. The light of the crystal surrounded her as she charged at him.

The fight with his princess was brief. She expended all her energy and efforts into driving him back. She didn’t really go further than three, four feet from Noctis.

Ardyn finally conceded when he saw Ignis and Ravus approach the altar on a boat. As he began disappearing, he saw the ring fall from Stella’s hand and she collapsed to her knees. Her mouth was open in agony but there was no scream. She held her throat and her left eye which was scarring.

So, in the end, she paid a price to use the power of kings just to protect her brother. Even though she was born into the Lucis line.

He wanted to laugh and scream at the Crystal’s decision.

And here he was, a few days later, at Cartanica. He stood to her left side, deliberately in her new blind spot.

Stella stood in the epicentre of children laughing, clapping and dancing. Her smile was bright and wide as she played her violin.

Parents looked on with wistful smiles as the princess with the eyepatch danced with the children, as best as she could whilst playing her instrument.

She lost her voice and half her sight. Yet she still shines her light, a beacon in times of uncertainty.

Around her, Gladiolus attacks Noctis for pushing the princess to lose the most precious thing she possessed, Ignis looms over her like an overprotective mother hen and Prompto persistently asks to help her with the most menial of tasks.

Her willing sacrifice has torn her friends apart and, in their conflict, they neglect to pay attention to the very man they should direct their anger to.

Time slows to a halt. Gladiolus and Noctis are frozen, locked in their heated argument. Prompto is stopped in his futile attempt to break it up. Ignis lingers closer to the princess, more concerned for her than the discord.

Ardyn steps around the children to stand directly in front of Stella. She was frozen in her passionate beauty, serene smile and all. Her eye was closed which disappointed the Accursed.

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He pulled away and time resumed for her. Her violin continued playing as she spun in her dance, her braid chasing in her movements.

She frowned when she didn’t hear the children’s laughter and her eye opened. She saw him and gasped, dropping her violin. She grasped her bandaged neck in pain and Ardyn disappeared.

He reappeared in the train carriage behind him, watching as time continued around her and everyone stopped when the violin clattered onto the platform.

In the lull of silent panic, Ignis is by her side, asking about her injuries, Noctis, Gladiolus and Prompto stop to watch her look at the train with a disdainful eye.

Ardyn smiled sadly.

It was a shame he’d never hear her voice again. If he’d known, he would have spent more time with her.

The train began moving away and he pressed a hand to the glass as he was whisked away.

“My poor star,” he said softly.

#fanfiction #final fantasy xv #ardyn izunia #ardyn x oc #original female character #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto argentum #lunafreya nox fleuret #eclipsed star #part one

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archiveofidentityconstellations · 6 years

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:) hey stell :) (I REALLY WANNA ASK ALL THE ASKS BUT I'M TRYING TO BE NICE AND ALSO LOWKEY HOPING EMILY ASKS) okay, 1-5 for Petar, 6-10 for Dora (and also 15), 11-15 for Agnes, 17-23 for Lisette (I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO KNOW), 26-30 for Bernard and i stop now because that's a lot but i need to know

Sorry it's so late!! This was fun! ^.^

Petar:

1. What is their favourite food?

Boy has a sweet tooth, so it's the sugar-ginger cookies that the court cook made and would slip him on the sly ;)

2. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal?

He's sort of afraid of bears. His nanny once told a terrifying story of a ghost bear that crept into naughty boys windows and gobbled them up, leaving only bits of blood on the bedsheets for their mothers to find and lament "oh, if only he had been good!"

3. What do they wear to bed? He's a drop-out knight so he doesn't get a lot of say in his sleepclothes, so it's mostly just his breeches and a sleep shirt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When he was a kid he probably had expensive cotton/linen pajamas, and then when he returns he probably wears loose cotton pajama pants

4. Do they like cuddling?

He did, before his mom died. That trait was sort of bullied out of him by his foster families, though by the time he did have a good family or two he felt like he was too old and cynical to really open up again. But also, he is a physical touch reassurer, which is something he learns and realizes that if YOU can't feel happy and safe, sometimes you can still do that for someone else (and they may just repay the favor)

5. Do they have a secret handshake with anyone?

No, but he would have a secret knock with the court servants to let them know it was him. Oftentimes it was used just to be fun and silly, but it has and will save his life...

Dora:

6. What do they look like?

A mix between Natalia Castellar and Maude Fealy. Dark hair, dark eyes, would-be tan skin except she's been inside for like 8 years so she's a tad sallow. Regal snooty air, tall enough to contend with the 6'5 giant that is Petar

7. Do they like chocolate?

She likes sweets, that's something she and Petar bond over. So yes, she likes chocolate, but hates marzipan.

8. What are their good and bad traits?

Good traits: planner, compassionate, thinks things throughBad traits: paranoid, crybaby, hesitates even in high-risk situations

9. Do they have any artistic talent?

She probably should, since she was stuck in a tower for so long. She probably sings well, and she can dance well *alone* (Petar teaches her how to dance with a partner). She also has pretty handwriting

10. What is their favourite room to be in, in the house they live in?

Ummmm well in the tower she really liked the balcony and the being under the sky roof, because then she could see the stars

15. What was the last thing they cried about?

In the story, as far as I know? Petar yelling at her :/ she's just trying her best okay (granted, Petar had a pretty good reason to yell at her, but :'( she's Dora :'( people don't yell at her)

Agnes:

11. Do they believe in luck?

NO.

12. Can they do magic?

Accidentally, at first. She doesn't even know what she is and doesn't realize and/or believe people until its literally proven right in front of her eyes.

13. Do they believe in dragons?

I should hope so, since her potential bf has one!

14. What is a pet peeve of theirs?

She hates lying because she's so tired of it. Everyone does it and for no good reason. She hates that she can tell that people are lying and how it makes her feel uncomfortable, so she snaps at others to stop it when they do lie.

15. What was the last thing they cried about?

She is not a big crier; in fact, that's probably something her new friends comment on. I haven't seen her emotionally spent yet, because she is such a problem solver that she often won't let herself be overwhelmed by emotions.

Lisette:

27. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend?

She hasn't really had a best friend, just tutors and lady's maids, so when she meets Agnes she latches on TIGHTLY.

18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship?

Mmm, no, not really. She's written letters to other aristocrats, started testing the waters for potential house alliances, but nothing yet.

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect.

I'm still deciding whether she's a princess or a duchess, but she was the "spare" for years to her older brother's "heir" and then her younger brother was born and so she's sort of been set aside from that process. She really loves her younger brother, and she doesn't mind because she's not terribly ambitious. She'll do what she needs to do, and she knows her parents are fair and wouldn't force her into a marriage or situation she did not want. On the whole, not distant, but not terribly close either At least, until she goes missing... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

20. Do they have a pet?

"Pet" is a loose term. There's an opossum that follows her around.

21. Do they have a familiar?

Besides the opossum? No, but there is the unicorn who sticks by her.

22. Are they a supernatural being?

She can talk to animals, in true Disney princess fashion

23. How do they usually wear their hair?

She has long blonde hair, not too thick, just enough to be playfully messy. When they have the time, she'll wind it into rosettes in the back, half up half down. If they don't have the time, often times it's either in a braid or just left down.

Bernard:

26. Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won? Bernard did, when he was younger, probably around twelve. It was with some village boy who said something about his dead family, and he accidentally wiped the floor with him. That's kind of how he became the butcher's apprentice.

27. What is their favourite holiday?

May Day! He loves the smell of food in the air, everyone excitedly talking in the streets, and all the flowers and excitement.

28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for?

Oh, tough. He's not a really self-focused guy, he figures he can get by on his own. He'd probably give his wish away to someone else, most likely Serafina. But then...he wouldn't be with her...and he wants to stay with her.Wait. He's in love with Serafina??? AND HE'S A HORRIBLE PERSON OVER IT????Tbh he'd spent the entire time in agony, trying to be okay with letting Serafina go and stop being so selfish (for once in his life). Of course, he does not communicate this, no, he just is slightly and uncharacteristicly brooding all the while.

29. Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more?

He would love to have kids, he's just not a "planner" per se. He knows that everything can change in an instant, so he tends to take one day at a time and go with the flow. Plus, his preference to be married to someone he really truly loves is sort of a hush-hush. He's quietly romantic, that Bernard.

30. Do they have a job?

He does! He's the butcher's apprentice, but that's mostly because the job was offered to him and he didn't see a reason to say no. His real dream is to become a baker, though.

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thefangirlthatwaited · 2 years

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Encounter Crow x Female Guardian

I have a foot out the door when I hear a Ghost beep. Against my better judgement, I turn to see Glint hovering above Crow as he stares at me. "Don't," I whispered, but it didn't matter. Glint would do anything for Crow. "Ruby!" He yells excitedly, and Crow sits up wide awake. Crow looks at me, and it takes a few moments for him to register that I'm actually there. "Rub-" He begins to say, but I don't stay to hear anything more. I take off running at full speed. I hear a crash behind me, which I can only assume is Crow falling off the couch.

I need to get off the Tower as fast as humanly possible. "Stell, how far before you can transmat me back to my ship?" I then turn to see Crow running up behind me. "Eliksni Quarter." Fuck. I keep running, taking odd paths throughout the sitting, hoping to lose Crow. "Ruby, wait!" He yells. I slow for a moment, thinking about telling him where I will be, but I push that from my mind when I remember him dead on the ground.

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Review: Vengeful

Synopsis:

Sydney once had Serena—beloved sister, betrayed enemy, powerful ally. But now she is alone, except for her thrice-dead dog, Dol, and then there's Victor, who thinks Sydney doesn't know about his most recent act of vengeance.

Victor himself is under the radar these days—being buried and re-animated can strike concern even if one has superhuman powers. But despite his own worries, his anger remains. And Eli Ever still has yet to pay for the evil he has done.

Plot: Sydney did it wrong. When she brings things back to life, she has to pull the thread all the way. Yet with Victor, she felt resistance, maybe because he was the first EO she brought back, but she felt a tear on his thread. So now, where Victor is alive, he dies, often, and the timing has been getting longer. Moving from city to city, Victor, Sydney, and Mitch try to find another EO with the powers to heal that can save Victor.

With the existence of EOs being known, Stell created EON, which stands for ExtraOrdinary Observation and Neutralization. A team of military operatives that hunt down and capture EOs, just in case a future war requires the military to use them. And who better to help Stell track down these EOs than the hunter himself. Eli has been locked up for five years after he killed Victor. Haunted by Victor’s ghost, as Eli prayed that Stell burned the body, Eli helps the government track down EOs and tries to convince Stell that killing them is better than locking them in cages. When a new EO is ready to take the city by fire, Eli is convinced this EO is worse than him, forcing Stell to take drastic action and unleash the one thing that can stop her - which is Eli himself.

If looks could kill, Marcella’s body count would be higher. Thin, smart, with jet black hair, Marcella was used to being the prettiest thing in the room. But she always wanted more. Marrying into the mob, Marcella wanted to be more than just the trophy wife, she wanted the power that the mob came with. Catching her husband cheating, Marcella was not prepared for her darling husband to leave them in the burning house. Luckily she survives, and with minor burns to her body, Marcella is ready to make her husband and city pay, as she burns her way into power, picking up a couple of EOs along the way.

Thoughts: Five years after the first novel, V.E Schwab comes back with this banger to finish out the series. Starring everyone's favorite cast of Victor, Mitch, Sydney, Eli, Stell, with some interesting new characters like Marcella, the entire mob, and June; Schwab really had readers sitting at the edge until the last few chapters. Divided into five parts, Schwab still plays with time heavily within the first part, but the following parts get pretty close as the climax of the novel takes the stage. Where the point of view changes often, Schwab makes it pretty easy to figure out what character you are trialing as their name appears in the first few lines, which is always appreciated. The most interesting part of this novel is Schwab starts us off, showing us the story of Marcella and how she becomes an EO and it is not until later when we figure out how she met her husband and why she married him. And no, it was not for the money, but the power, as Marcella was pretty two dimensional on her hunt for power. Sydney is still Sydney, looking like she’s twelve but acting like a young adult as she forms a friendship with June behind Victor's back, and hangs out with Mitch all day waiting for Victor to come home. Mitch, still a cool character, interesting how he could leave at any time but stays with Victor even if he does not agree with Victor’s choices. Victor, the perfect anti-hero that anyone could have written. Schwab does an excellent job in this character, especially in this novel as Victor is essentially dying. Victor clearly cares for Sydney and Mitch, which is why he knows he should leave them but eventually always come home. How he cares for Sydney is by teaching her self defense, but also yells at her and does not put her feelings into consideration. His beef with Eli is also softened, as it has been five years, where for Eli it has only grown as Eli is haunted by Victor’s ghost. Schwab gives us Eli’s backstory, which in some way is long overdue, but was interesting to read about Eli’s holier than thou personality came to be and how his normal tricks did not work on Victor, thus, their weird friendship. For the plot, Schwab had a lot going on - Victor’s quest, Eli’s imprisonment, Sydney’s psychotic mission, what June is up to, Stell’s department, and Marcella’s reign on the city; it makes sense this book went over four hundred pages. Like the characters, besides Marcella and her time, we all know this book was less confusing than the first novel and made it easier to pick up where we last saw everyone. Is this novel necessary? Probably not, but it is cool to see our villains back in action again and getting their true ending. As Schwab gives us one last epic adventure of Eli vs. Victor as holy evil vs. anti-hero, as our villains duke it out, knowing this time, that only one will live.

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This was supposed to be a quick warm up drabble before I worked on the last chapter of ‘Too Many Words Left Unspoken’ last night but it was 2AM and 2,000 words later when I finished it so *shrug*.

This is pretty much a first draft so there’s gonna be mistakes and things that aren’t as fleshed out as I like to have them. Essentially, this isn’t a finished piece in any sense but just take it because I don’t want to use any more energy on it.

Not gonna post it on any other sites, it’s just some angsty fun.I just like killing Ezra, okay.

Warnings: Blood, gore, major character death.

Kanan ran with his pistol drawn and his heart in his throat, Rex only a step behind him.

“Ezra’s just up ahead, I can sense him,” he called to his companion, not slowing his pace.

There was a coil of smoke rising from the direction they were heading. That wasn’t a good sign.

Kanan skidded into a clearing to find a small collection of rusting starships, one of them exploded and casting orange hues across the blue dirt ground of the clearing.

“Kanan, look,” Rex said, out of breath but serious. Kanan directed his gaze up where Rex was pointing and had to close his eyes against the sight,.

Suspended from the gutted skeleton of a vertical starship by what looked like electrical wiring was the body of a young human woman. Kanan could only hope Ezra hadn’t been involved in her death.

“What the kriff happened here?” asked Rex angrily.

“Nothing good,” Kanan replied. They both turned at the sound of lightsabers clashing from across the other side of the junkyard. “No time to find out, we gotta get Ezra!”

With that, Kanan took off, and Rex followed him with another curse.

They rounded a corner and almost slipped on something slick that coated the ground. Kanan looked down to see another body, this time of a devorarian boy, who’s neck had been slit and body flung carelessly over a half-sunken wing. Kanan only paused to consider that it was blood on his boots before taking off again, even quicker than before.

Dread and fear was thrumming through his veins.

They passed one and half more bodies, each gruesomely placed, before finally rounding a starship and finding the duellers. They were grunting and swinging at each other, the shorter human fighter with more finesse and skill than the taller and bulkier besalisk, but what the taller seemed to lack in skill she was making up for in heavy, anger-fuelled blows both with her lightsaber and her spare fists and the fact that her opponent appeared to be injured and fatigued, holding one arm awkwardly against his chest.

The shorter figure grunted as he blocked a harsh blow and Kanan would have recognised it and the dirty orange jumpsuit he was wearing anywhere.

“Ezra!” he called out, and days of tension and sleepless nights seemed to seep out of Kanan’s shoulder. He stopped, almost falling to his knees from relief.

Ezra glanced over to them and then did a double take. His drooped shoulders immediately lifted, and even from the distance Kanan could see a fire reignite in the kids blue eyes. His next move was more focussed and precise, and the angry besalisk girl had to jump out of its way.

Beside him, Rex made to step forward, but Kanan threw out his arm to stop the clone. Although he had no idea what had happened in the days since Ezra had been abducted, something in the Force told Kanan that this was Ezra’s fight to finish.

Ezra whirred his lightsaber (definitely not his own, which was attached to Kanan’s belt) around and the girl blocked it clumsily. They locked hilts.

“So they did come for you, squirt,” she snarled, the arm holding the lightsaber straining.

“Yeah, told you so!” Ezra cried back, and Kanan could hear the smug grin in his voice.

The two broke their hold, each staggering a bit under the sudden uneven distribution of force. Ezra was the first to recover, and he threw out his hand. The besalisk girl went flying back hard against the hull of a ship, her lightsaber skidding out of reach. Ezra raced forward and had his own at her throat before she could reach for it again.

To Kanan’s surprise, the girl began to laugh.

“Go on, squirt. Kill me and win,” she spat. Kanan and Rex exchanged concerned looks and took a few tentative steps forward, both with hands on their blasters. Ezra had his back to them.

“For the last time, I don’t care about winning. We could have just gotten out of here, Stell, we could have all survived.”

That only seemed to make Stell laugh harder, her two lower arms clutching at her middle, heedless of the lightsaber that appeared to be shaking in Ezra’s hand.

“But none of you listened! And now they’re all dead. You killed Matthas, Stell.”

Kanan didn’t know who Matthas was, but he suspected they were one of the corpses he had passed, and from Ezra’s tone they’d must have been the kids friend. Something dark shifted in the Force that took the breath out of Kanan’s throat. It was coming from Ezra, rolling off him in waves.

“Ezra,” he called, with a plea in his voice. “This isn’t the way.”

The effect of his words was almost immediate. The Force calmed like a storm diminishing, and Ezra let out a long, tension riddled breath.

“I’m not going to kill you, Stell, it’s not the Jedi way.” Ezra pulled back his lightsaber. “I’m sorry you were brought here for this sick game. Don’t you see, we’re all the victims here? Whoever did this to us, whoever tore us away from our families and brought us here, they’re the enemy.”

Stell went quiet and bowed her head, all four of her arms reaching down to touch the dirt beneath her. She looked defeated.

Ezra, apparently satisfied, took a few steps back, and turned off his saber completely. He stepped back keeping her in sight and when she didn’t move, turned towards Kanan and Rex.

“Kanan,” he called, smiling a weary smile. He stumbled towards them, reaching up to clutch at his injured arm. His clothes and hair were caked with blue mud that mingled with the red of various blood stains on his jumpsuit. His entire right cheek was a mess of purpling bruises, and heavy bags were present under his eyes, but despite all of that, he was alive. For Kanan, who had been fearing the worst for days now, that was more than enough.

“Ezra,” he said with an answering smile, starting slowly forward. He felt pride swell in him, both as a master and a father-figure. The kid had obviously been through hell, but even that wasn’t enough to extinguish the goodness within him.

Ezra laughed. “You came. You came!”

Kanan opened his mouth to respond, but a warning suddenly rang out in the Force. He looked behind Ezra to see the Besalisk girl call her lightsaber to her hand, ignite it, and then rush towards Ezra.

“I WIN!” she screamed, as she thrust the blade straight into Ezra’s back.

Kanan watched on in horror; Ezra’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, his young face illuminated by the blazing blue of the lightsaber sticking right through his abdomen. As in slow motion, Stell then pulled the saber back and stepped away.

Rex shouted something beside him and let loose several blaster shots, which Stell deflected.

Kanan’s vision was tunnelling, and all he could see was Ezra falling to his knees. Kanan ran faster than he’d ever run and threw himself down in the mud and grabbed at the kid’s jumpsuit, tangling his fingers in the fabric, to keep him off the ground.

“No, Ezra, no stay with me, kid,” he cried, frantic at how limp the kid was. He reached up with both hands to cup Ezra’s face, trying to direct those blue eyes to meet his. They were rolling back into the back of his head, and a pained spluttering sound was escaping Ezra’s mouth.

Kanan was vaguely away of the besalisk running off into the trees, even less so of Rex taking pursuit.

He wrapped his arms around Ezra’s entire body, and tried to press a shaking hand into the bleeding wound on Ezra’s back.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he lied. Ezra’s breaths were harsh and chilling in Kanan’s ear, and he reached up to run his fingers through the kids matted long hair, running his thumb in comforting motions up and down. Ezra gurgled. “You’re gonna be fine. I’m here, Ezra, I’m here, I’m not leaving. You’re gonna be fine.”

Kanan’s entire chest felt wet, but still he clung as tight as he could to his padawan, who was convulsing and shaking. He kept talking comforting things in a low whisper, all the while feeling Ezra’s grip on life slip swiftly away both through the Force and physically in his arms.

Ezra died with a final sputtered exhale, and something inside Kanan broke apart, much like the night his Master had died all those years ago. He felt the bond shatter in his mind- there were tears streaming down his face, and he could only clutch tighter to Ezra. He burrowed his face into the crook of Ezra’s neck and screamed in frustration and grief.

“We were so close, so close,” Kanan yelled, mostly at the galaxy at large. He sobbed and rocked for a few moments more, before reason approached again. He took a few long, shuddering breaths and wiped at the snot pouring from his nose with a sleeve.

Something terrible was still clamped around his heart, but Kanan Jarrus knew that he had to move on.

He pulled back and lift Ezra’s lolling head up, supporting the lifeless neck so he could plant a tender kiss on the kid’s forehead. The kids eyes were closed and his face was slack. He could have been asleep, if not for the blood slopping down both his back and front. Kanan then brought his own forehead down and touched them together, closing his eyes and knitting his eyebrows together.

“M-may the Force be with you, Ezra Bridger,” he choked out.

He looked up as squelching footprints approached, and folded Ezra back flush against him so he could look over. He saw Rex returning in the dim light, helmet removed.

“She got away,” the clone soldier said, with a hard look. He glanced down at Ezra, and a brief flash of pain flared across his features. “We need a medical bay, I’ll call-”

“No point, he’s gone,” Kanan said, barely a whisper.

Rex closed his eyes, but didn’t say a word. He kneeled down in front of Kanan and reached for the top of Ezra’s head.

“It’s not your fault, Kanan.”

“Of course it is,” Kanan hissed back.

“No. Ezra said that someone else was behind this, someone brought all these kids here. All that blood is on their hands, including Ezra’s, and I don’t know about you, but I’m going to find out exactly who the bastard is so I can put a blaster bolt through his head.”

Kanan blinked and stared into Rex’s eyes. Revenge wasn’t the jedi way- he’d told Ezra as much only minutes before.

But now Ezra was dead, and he’d left a terrible hollowness behind in Kanan’s core. His fingers itched for his blaster and lightsaber to be in his hands, they itched for him to search the entire planet, system, galaxy to find the person who had done this to Ezra. The besalisk girl may have thrust the lightsaber, but whoever was pulling the strings was the real murderer.

“Yeah, I’ll help you with that,” he said icily, anger flowing through him.

L I S T E N

I am a sucker for the AngstTM okay. I love it a lot, and Kanan and Ezra are prime angst material my dudes.

If this seemed familiar to anyone, it’s because it’s based almost entirely on the Supernatural episode/s All Hell Breaks Loose. I may have slightly given up on the show now, but that scene where Sam dies in Deans arms is top angst material, dear god.

I’m not gonna do anything else with this idea, but my story driven mind did come up with a few extra things about this idea.

- So, a lot like in the SPN episode, Ezra (just like Sam) is kidnapped and wakes up in a strange place with a bunch of strange people (or maybe even some people he knows).

-Turns out, all these people are ‘special’ (in the show they all have powers, but here I’m thinking that it’s just a heap of Force-sensitive kids and young adults, but most of them have little-to-no training or were escaped padawans like Kanan.)

- Essentially, they’re made to fight to the death to find out who’s the strongest/most worthy/ whatever. For a prize I guess.

-I’ve given no thought at all to who’s the one pulling the strings. Is it Imperials? Is it some sick person who just wants to watch people kill each other for a prize? Is it a Hunger Games deal???? Who knows. I know if I think about it too much I probably will, but I have too many WIPS at the moment to be dragged down by another one. I guess if someone really wants to adopt this from me I won’t mind.

- In the tv show, Sam is brought back to life because Dean makes a demon deal. As I’m not quite sure there’s an equivalent to that in the Star Wars universe, I’m gonna say Ezra’s ded as hell here. Sorry hon.

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Henrik and Stellan answer questions about each other. (Warning: Crass jokes, sappiness, many, many innuendos.) All the questions were taken from here.

[Stellan picks up the sheet of paper, glaring at it as though personally offended. Henrik, laughing, swipes it out of his hand and adjusts the camera.]

Henrik: Hey, everyone! Today we’re doing some sort of challenge. I honestly don’t know what this is, but... yeah! Let’s do this!

[Staring nervously at the camera, Stellan reaches over to take Henrik’s hand.]

Stellan: Yeah, let’s get this over with.

Question One: Describe them when you first met.

Henrik: Cute!

Stellan: Annoying.

[Henrik pouts and stares at Stellan.]

Stellan: You walked up to me while I was reading and went, “yo, is that H.C. Andersen?”, then proceeded to grab the book out of my hands. Asshole.

Question Two: How tall are they?

Stellan: A hundred and eighty-three centimetres.

Henrik: One seventy-nine.

Question Three: What’s their ancestry background?

Stellan: Yeah, this one’s obvious.

Henrik: Easy.

Stellan: Danish-Swedish, born on Gotland.

Henrik: And Stell’s Norwegian-Icelandic, grew up on Svalbard.

Question Four: When’s their birthday?

Henrik: May seventeenth.

Stellan: June fifth.

[They look at each other. Henrik cracks a grin.]

Henrik: Don’t ask about the year. We don’t remember.

Question Five: What’s the first thing they’d buy if they won the lottery?

Stellan: Enough cloth and thread to clothe an army, along with probably all the embroidery supplies the world has to offer.

Henrik: A butter factory.

[Stellan groans, smacking his forehead.]

Stellan: No.

Henrik: Hold up, what?

Stellan: I’d probably use it to buy some land and grow stuff. Or I’d buy those big oil companies and order them to switch to natural resources.

Henrik: That’s my Stell, always caring about the environment.

[Henrik leans over to kiss Stellan on the cheek.]

Question Six: What’s their favourite band?

Henrik: Stellan’s not a band person.

[Stellan rolls his eyes.]

Stellan: Our band. And yes, we have a band.

Henrik: You bet your ass we have a band! It’s the best one in Europe, if you ask me.

Stellan: Please don’t remind me.

Question Seven: What’s their favourite meal?

[Henrik grins suggestively.]

Stellan: I know what you’re going to say, don’t say it.

Henrik: My a-

Stellan: Don’t you dare.

Henrik: My apple tarts. Seriously, he asks me to make them all the time.

[Stellan hides his face in his hands and mumbles something.]

Henrik: We can’t hear you, babe!

Stellan: Sosekjøtt. This fucker next to me really likes it when I make sosekjøtt.

[Pincing Stellan’s cheeks, Henrik laughs as his hands are swatted away.]

Question Eight: What’s their favourite physical feature about you?

[Stellan turns red.]

[Henrik laughs, nuzzling Stellan and dodging a poke to his nose.]

Henrik: Aww, no need to be shy about it! You know you like my hands, especially when they’re-

[Stellan gestures at the camera.]

Stellan: Apparently Henrik likes my smile, so I’d say my... mouth?

Henrik: Yeah, they look great when you’re-

[Henrik yelps as Stellan kicks him from under the table.]

Question Nine: What’s their favourite personality trait about you?

Stellan: That’s a lot to choose from, but I think he likes that I’m calm and collected.

Henrik: You’re right! And, uh, I know you like that I’m funny, don’t you?

[Reluctantly, Stellan smiles at Henrik and nods.]

Question Ten: What type of clothing looks best on them?

Henrik: Stellan really, really likes it when I wear suits, even when he steps on my feet and messes up my nice shoes.

Stellan: One look at Henrik’s camera roll will tell you that he goes batshit when he sees me wearing his jackets or scarves.

[Henrik scrolls through his phone, showing the screen to the camera. An album, titled ‘Stell wearing my stuff’, is shown.]

[Stellan grabs Henrik’s phone.]

Stellan: You have an entire six-hundred-and-eighty-eight-photo album of me? Why am I asleep in so many of these?

Henrik: I couldn’t resist, you look so cute!

Stellan: Why do I have on nothing but - delete those!

Question Eleven: What word describes them best first thing in the morning?

Stellan: Bleary. Once, he thought I was having a nightmare, yelled in Danish and ‘reassuringly’ grabbed my face, the dumb shit.

Henrik: Dopey.

Stellan: Excuse me?

Henrik: You’re like a confused kitten!

[Stellan kicks him under the table again.]

Question Twelve: What would they say is their worst physical feature?

Henrik: Stell complains about his left middle finger a lot. It’s crooked from holding a pen all the time, but it just makes it even more dramatic when he flips people off.

Stellan: He doesn’t like how pointy his nose is, which I never get.

Question Thirteen: What’s their best talent?

Stellan: Embroidery.

Henrik: Writing.

Stellan: Henrik’s tapestries are amazing. He works so hard on them and they’re all masterpieces, and-

[He suddenly remembers that he’s being filmed, and looks down, flustered.]

Question Fourteen: What are they terrible at?

Henrik: Huh, that’s a hard question.

Stellan: Oh, I’ve got many answers.

Henrik: Hey!

Stellan: Saying the right things at the right times.

Henrik: Keeping his desk clean.

Stellan: Once, Tino was venting to me about how he lost his favourite book, and Henrik just burst in and was like, “’tis I, the guy who wants to die.”

[Henrik slams his head down on the table.]

Henrik: Yeah... let’s not talk about that.

Question Fifteen: What’s their perfect pizza?

Stellan: We don’t eat pizza.

Henrik: Yeah, Stell would sooner go hungry than order it.

Question Sixteen: What’s their favourite alcoholic beverage?

Henrik: Most of the time Stell gets akvavit, but I know he really likes champagne when we can get it.

Stellan: Beer. If not for the health risks, I’m pretty sure Henrik could drink beer all the time.

Henrik: My favourite’s Gammel Dansk, actually, but you’re not far off!

[Stellan claps the table, his other hand going to cover his mouth.]

Stellan: Fuck!

Question Seventeen: What’s their favourite cuisine?

Stellan: Pretty sure it’s Dutch.

Henrik: Norwegian...?

Stellan: You’re wrong.

[Henrik stares at him.]

Henrik: But it’s all you cook!

Stellan: They’re family recipes, dummy. My favourite’s Japanese.

Henrik: Well, I eat Norwegian almost every night!

[Stellan glares at Henrik and gets up from his chair, walking away.]

Henrik: Wait, come back!

Question Eighteen: What’s their favourite Disney movie?

Henrik: The Little Mermaid.

Stellan: Frozen, even though people think it’s my favourite.

Henrik: I thought you’d like it because of the trolls!

Stellan: You all are delusional if you think trolls are going to give you valid relationship advice.

[Henrik laughs, clapping Stellan on the shoulder.]

Question Nineteen: What’s their most-used curse word?

Stellan: Dammit, fuck it, or anything with an “it”.

Henrik: Shit.

[Stellan looks at Henrik as though enlightened.]

Stellan: Shit, you’re right.

Henrik: HA!

Question Twenty: What adjective describes them in the bedroom?

[Henrik grins perversely and leans over to whisper to Stellan, who glares at him and desperately tries to cool down his reddening face.]

Henrik: Contained. Wild, but the controlled type. Does that make sense?

Stellan: ...dangerous.

[Stellan tries not to fall off his chair.]

Henrik: Aw, yeah, my danger makes stuff really exciting!

Stellan: Shush.

Question Twenty-One: Which one’s funnier?

[Stellan points at Henrik.]

[Henrik points at Stellan.]

[They both stare at each other for a moment before laughing.]

Question Twenty-Two: Who dances better?

Henrik: Stell, hands-down. He teaches ballet at the local studio.

[Stellan shows a video of Henrik dancing to the camera, stifling his laughter.]

Stellan: The only type of dance Henrik can do is awkward dad dancing, solely to embarrass Harald.

Question Twenty-Three: What nicknames do they give you?

Stellan: No.

Henrik: Come on, just tell ‘em!

Stellan: Nei.

[Henrik whispers to him again, and he sighs.]

Stellan: Kanin. It means ‘bunny’, apparently.

Henrik: He’s so old-fashioned! Sometimes when I’m working on my tapestries, I hear Stell go, “darling, can you get me some coffee?” or something like that, and it’s so cute. But again, at night he calls me ‘Mas’-”

Stellan: NO.

Question Twenty-Four: Who uses the Internet more?

Henrik: He shitposts. A lot. For a bestselling author who writes for Disney, you wouldn’t imagine him to be on the Internet a lot posting stuff like “I brewed some leaf juice”.

Stellan: Henrik really only goes online to look for photos or buy stuff.

Question Twenty-Five: If they’re on YouTube, what are they watching?

Stellan: Videos of the songs I wrote lyrics to, or dead memes. I caught him playing the ten-hour loop of “Yee” the other day.

Henrik: He listens to ancient music.

[Stellan crosses his arms indignantly.]

Stellan: They’re from the nineteen hundreds, that’s hardly old. Uncultured pencil.

Henrik: Pencil?

Stellan: Uncultured shit, if that’s what you prefer.

Question Twenty-Six: If they could travel back in time, where would they go?

Henrik: The fifties.

Stellan: The Viking age, clearly.

Question Twenty-Seven: What do they have too much of?

Stellan: Photos, most of them of me.

Henrik: Notebooks.

Stellan: Those notebooks are filled with important drafts!

Henrik: Well, those photos are of important people!

[Henrik sniggers as Stellan blushes for the umpteenth time.]

Question Twenty-Eight: Which of their pickup lines really got you?

Henrik: “You’re amazing.”

Stellan: You still remember that from ten years ago? That’s barely even a pickup line.

Henrik: Of course!

Stellan: “If you need somebody to cuddle with, I’m always down for it!”

[Henrik grins and wraps his arms around Stellan.]

Question Twenty-Nine: What’s their favourite emoji?

[They both take out their phones to type.]

[Stellan shows his first.]

Stellan: ♡. He’s ridiculously sappy.

[Henrik shows the emoji on his screen.]

Henrik: Stell doesn’t use emojis, but the emoticon he sends the most is (._.).

Question Thirty: Draw your partner.

[Henrik draws a simple sketch, displaying it proudly.]

[Stellan draws a stick figure.]

Henrik: Holy crap!

Stellan: I’m good at writing, not drawing. Now shut up.

...

Henrik: So, that’s the end of the challenge, and I hope you liked it!

Stellan: I certainly didn’t.

Henrik: Bye!

Stellan: Thank goodness it’s over.

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