#“they brought their seven best things 🤣

[doubleappled]

Something we don’t talk about enough

is how Richie and Donna call each other “Ree Ree” and “Aunt Dee Dee” in s2e6. When Donna calls Richie into the kitchen, and Richie is tickling her on the kitchen floor (?!).

Ree Ree.

Aunt Dee Dee.

Thank you.

[zepskies]

The Boys S4: Is it just me or...

Okay, anyone who knows me knows I love this show. And I don't mean to be overly critical, but...there's something missing for me in season 4. 🤔

Episode 4 brought me back in a bit more this week, but I have thoughts and just wanted to get them out. Which of course you don't have to agree with, if you so choose to dive below the cut. 😂

So here we go! Highlights and lowlights (and **spoilers**): ⤵️

Sorry in advance for my slightly stream of conscious-style thought process.

Lowlights (so far):

Kimiko x Frenchie: Violently pushing down something you built up for 2.75 seasons? Because "being more than that/family" can also be romantic? Why do you hate the fans, Kripke? 😂

The political "satire" is getting a bit old for me. A lot of the same jokes over and over. However, the problem of taking out Victoria Neuman is a very intriguing conundrum (and Bob Singer sweating over it while trying to keep supes out of the military/law enforcement is keeping me hooked).

THAT Rob scene: lmfao come on now. This was for gross shock value and nothing else. Even the exploding dick and Love Sausage in S3 served a narrative purpose. (But I enjoyed the footnote commentary while watching it on Prime: Rob B. apparently wants to remind everyone that he's a Shakespearean-trained actor. 🤣) I’m actually more disappointed that he didn’t have a more meaningful role in the show, because he really is a fantastic actor and I was looking forward to seeing what his character would bring. (Not that lmao.)

Overall, the season just feels...emptier than seasons 1-3? Maybe that has to do with the lack of Soldier Boy's gravitas as a new antagonist, and connecting the entire narrative and various conflicts of the season -- all while shedding light on the grisly past of Payback, Grace Mallory, and Stan Edgar. Stormfront also brought that ante up in season 2 in a similar way, all while shedding light on Vought's sordid history with the creation of Compound V.

We're missing the layers here in season 4. Now, this could just be because we haven't seen the full season yet as well, but that's what I see so far.

I think it also has to do with the odd dynamic the boys side is in right now. With Butcher on the fringe of the group, and the others splintered off on their own side plots, it feels like the supes' side of things are more...for lack of a better term, "unified" in the narrative.

Which I realize is probably to reverse parallel the state of each side in season 3. But it just feels "off" to me somehow, since we're supposed to be just as invested in the boys side lol.

Highlights:

Butcher and Ryan: Butcher's doing his best there now, and it soothes my heart.

Ryan's slowly seeing the consequences of his choice to join Homelander. In fact, I'm wondering where Ryan is in episode 4. Hiding in his room?

The Khan Worm that appears to be inside Butcher is both frightening and intriguing. I wonder if this is the key to saving his life? Or just another lovely side effect of taking V24 long term. 🐛

JDM (Joe) and Butcher: All their scenes were golden. And that subtle John Winchester reference? Being willing to train up his son to be a killer? Being able to grieve at his son's funeral, knowing he "saved the world?" *Chef's kiss* 🤌🏽

(And if Butcher or Joe end up being the one to break Soldier Boy out of his cryo coffin, my fangirl heart will freak TF out. 🤣)

The way that Homelander is noticing his age is fucking hilarious. Bet you wish you had that life longevity from your father/sperm donor, dont'cha? 😂

But also the way Homelander "confronted" his past in E4 had some truly WTF/Holy Shit™️ moments, in a good way. As in, I'm once again afraid of this unhinged psychopath--kind of way. 😅

A-Train continuing to struggle internally with the place he's fought so hard to keep in the Seven, versus recognizing the evil around him, his own complicity, wanting forgiveness from Hughie, and wanting a true connection with others (namely his family).

It's interesting that Hughie's mom is being brought back in at this time. And even MORE interesting that she seems to be the one who gave her ex-husband Compound V. Her story of why she left her family seemed so normal that I actually got a little suspicious of her. But now, even more so. 🤨

M.M. doing his fucking best. (Except for the way he suddenly had a change of heart about Butcher in E4. Not sure about that one.)

Tilda effing Swinton voicing Ambrosius. PLEASE. My Queen. 😭🤣🤣

I actually had more lowlights before I watched episode 4. There were some really interesting moments that literally had me gasping in shock (this time in a good way), more so than in the first 3 episodes. However, I still think seasons 1-3 were stronger from the get-go.

But even with my lingering reservations, now I'm actually more so looking forward to getting into the meat of the season in this second-half coming up. 👏🏽

[celestialholz]

The apple of my eye (or 'oh good, there's ANOTHER one')

*yeets into the conversation a week late with Starbucks*

Sorry, sorry. Been trying to save a dukedom from a giant brain and live my best happily ever with a vampire twink. Very distracting.

But anyway, I haven't even gotten the boys in my clubroom yet, so more analysis incoming, but I have finished Indigo Disk's main story, and I couldn't help but notice something deeply awful when fighting our little buddy Kieran.

... Oh god THEY'RE MULTIPLYING. How many apples do we need? How much more homosexuality does this game need? (Yes. The answer is 'yes.')

Meet Hydrapple everyone, the latest gay marriage mascot. Truly wish you all could've seen my face when. And it evolves from the last gay marriage mascot! I have quickly become homophobic again, how do they keep managing this?!

So, naturally, we need to break this loveable bastard and its symbolism down, or I might have to start passing the meta queen crown off to someone else. (I vote @prince-kallisto. Friend spare me. 🤣)

Well, we'll begin with the obvious: this thing is a hydra, a multiple-headed dragon in Greek myth. This one in particular has seven, so says the all-knowing dex:

But we'll do the seven part in a minute. The one major thing you should all know is that in most tales, removing one of this thing's heads respawns two in its place - and killing one of these creatures was the second labour of Hercules, the God of Strength. There's that fucking number two again in connection with our boys...

And now, let's take the Greek and easternize it to our lovely Japanese creators with the number seven.

Seven in Japanese culture, like in the western, is seen as a lucky number, and also the number symbolising the cycle of life and death.

... Which, if you recall, is a running theme with our silly men.

Get your life saved, idiot. Be lucky. 🥰

There are also Seven Gods of Fortune in Buddhism, Japan's primary religion. And there's one that rings more than a few ceremonial bells - Fukurokokuju. Bit of a Buddhist lore deepcut here for you:

> He is the god of wisdom, luck, longevity, wealth and happiness. Moreover, he is the only god who was said to have the ability to resurrect the dead. Fukurokuju is characterized by the size of his head, being almost as large as the size of his whole body.

... Hmm. Wisdom, happiness. Luck. 'Resurrecting.' The one that has a large head, like our good pal Hydrapple here... it's all very interesting, isn't it, how it ties together?

And all this goes a long way to explaining the evolution method of this fun little apple-y bastard. Because in order to be lucky, to be brought back to life, to heal and to love and to find yourself... one must have support. A cheerleader, if you will. Not one with pom-poms (although slay Hass babes, you'd look great in that drip), but one cheering you on. Always being in your corner.

... And here we find Dragon Cheer, Hydrapple's evolution move. Brassius can pursue his dreams as passionately as he likes, because there's always a husband at his side to be on his side.

It's a whole narrative, my friends. We have the romantic gift of the Applin; we have the adorableness of the Flapple, and its dusk portrait; we have the total harmony of Dipplin...

... And now we have the result of that harmony. Look, it's even running away from the Ice of the Polar Biome, a type both Grass and Dragon can't stand. The emotional cold.

Y'know, I'm sure someone would have DM'd me by now if Hass and Brass' clubroom banter confirmed their marriage, so I'm going to assume that isn't a thing.

... But at the same time, it's definitely a thing. All you have to do is read the narrative, darlings.

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Coming Home (Part Nine)

Azriel x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

Warnings: Allusions to some abuse, sad thoughts, some smut.

I listened to this song pretty much on repeat while writing this because I was in ~in my feelings~, so I thought I’d add it in case anyone else wanted to listen 🤣

⧪

“I insinuated that she’d brought shame onto the court.” 

Hours later, Rhys paced the length of the sitting room, shoes scuffing against the floor in weary steps. Four pairs of eyes followed each of his movements. 

It wasn’t long after you’d left that the evening had died off, the mood unable to pick itself back up. Amren had returned to her apartment, and Elain had taken herself off to bed. Lucien had left the house with barely a goodbye.

Which left Feyre, Azriel, Cassian and Nesta to watch Rhys agonise over his argument with you.

“Of all the fucking words I could have used.” The High Lord yanked a hand through his hair, shaking his head to himself. “Why did it have to be that one.”

Shame. He couldn’t believe he’d plucked that very word from thin air. The one he knew was a verbal weapon capable of slicing deep. And yet, the usually silver-tongued High Lord had found himself so bested by his own anger that the stupid fucking word had practically fallen from his mouth. 

Much to everyone’s surprise — even her own — Nesta was the one to pipe up with a response. From the settee she shared with Cassian, she sat up, her eyes on Rhys’s desperate pacing. 

“Is it truly so bad — what you said?” She asked. “Surely Y/N will come round once she’s calmed down.”

And Nesta could be forgiven for really thinking so — anyone could, who wasn’t privy to the true weight behind Rhys’s words. But this was bigger than some petty argument between siblings — this would not just blow over. 

“That word,” Rhys murmured, finally falling still as he opted to perch on the arm of Feyre’s chair. “Our father would use it as a weapon against Y/N. For no other reason than to hurt her.”

Feyre’s soft features pinched. “But why?”

“Their father hated Y/N.” Cassian spoke up. “And he never tried to hide it, either. We all saw it for ourselves.” 

Azriel nodded his agreement. 

“That’s absurd.” Nesta pursed her lips. Even her own strained relationship with her father hadn’t ever destroyed the love he had for her until his last breath. It seemed…unthinkable. “What reason could your father possibly have had to hate her?”

“He never wanted another child.” Rhys stared forward like the memories were playing out before him. “He was never a natural parent, but…he could tolerate me. But he resented that my mother fell pregnant again so many years later. And for her to birth a girl who also lacked the Illyrian traits I’d inherited from my mother.” He shook his head. “His hatred was irrational and it consumed him. On the rare occasions he visited Windhaven, he didn’t try to hide it. And it seemed to just worsen with every year my sister grew.”

Feyre shifted in her seat. “Did he…hurt her?”

Rhys’s face was complete, icy rage as he nodded stiffly. “Sometimes. He’d disciplined me before, of course — when I was too young to defend myself. But with Y/N…he seemed to go out of his way to find reasons to punish her. He stopped when I found out about it and threatened to rip apart his mind from the inside out. But that didn’t prevent him from wielding verbal weapons. He made sure that Y/N was completely aware of how he felt about her. That he had no love for her. That he was ashamed of her.”

And Rhys had more or less said the same thing.

Feyre rubbed his arm soothingly. Nesta watched. Cassian seemed to be reflecting on those awful times gone by as he idly played with Nesta’s hair.

And Azriel — Azriel was pure, still rage in the chair in which he sat. He didn’t dare open his mouth; wasn’t sure what might come out. If he didn’t get out of there and take to the skies soon, he may just snap. His shadows whispered to him to calm. 

What none of them realised was that the focus of his anger was not on the past. 

No — he’d spent many hours fantasising about how he would have destroyed Rhys’s father if he’d been given the chance. His hatred for him had been a living, tangible thing. To have seen first-hand the way the coward had treated his own daughter—

But tonight — here, like this — anger like nothing else he’d ever felt was directed at Rhys. It was building inside of Az by the second, a carnal, feral thing that inexplicably yearned to protect, to defend, the victim of Rhys’s vicious words. Az couldn’t understand it himself; he didn’t try to. There was no time for that. If he didn’t get out of there soon, he’d snap. 

Not stopping to worry about how his behaviour might be perceived, he stood. 

He strode out of there without a word. 

⧪

I’m sorry.

The parchment appeared out of thin air, floating down and — smacking you square in the face. You clenched your jaw. It was the third note that morning. 

The other two lay discarded on your desk, Rhys’s handwriting peeking up at you and begging you to answer. You took all three, screwed them up and threw them into the fire. 

Five minutes later, another note appeared: Please just talk to me.

Your jaw clenched again. You were going to lose your shit. You grabbed a pen so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t snap in two. Practically tore through the parchment as you scratched back: I’m working, Rhysand. 

You watched the note disappear, leaving an empty space in front of you. It was seconds before more parchment materialised from thin air.

I hate it when you call me Rhysand. He’d written. And beneath it: Tell me about the strangest patient you’ve seen today.

Little did he know, you weren’t working at all. Little did he know, you’d asked Madja to take over at the clinic while you shut yourself in your house, all the curtains drawn, and familiarised yourself with the burn of whiskey. 

You poured yourself another glass, mulling over whether or not to reply to your brother’s note. It had been five days — barely long enough for the hole he’d punched in your heart to begin healing. You needed time, space—

Another piece of parchment appeared: It’s Starfall soon. Can’t we sort this?

Gods, Starfall. You couldn’t — you couldn’t even think about that right now, on top of everything else. Your head and heart were both already crammed full to the brim. If you thought too hard about Starfall, you’d think about that night. The stupid, attempted kiss on the balcony. 

And how everything had changed since then. Damage that seemed to be irreparable. What had once been a close friendship with Azriel was nothing but a withering memory now. It could be nothing else as you respected his wishes — kept well away from him. 

And you didn’t even have Lucien, now, to ease that ache with his wicked humour.

I just need some space, you eventually wrote back. You needed a lot more than space; a magic fix to this fucked-up situation, perhaps. A chance to go back in time and undo what you’d done. A chance to be better so you never could have brought shame down on anyone. 

It worked, though. After the parchment disappeared before your eyes, the space it had occupied remained empty. Rhys didn’t write again. 

You took the bottle of whiskey, and you drank until you slept.

⧪

The male was handsome in a soft, subtle way, you supposed. 

Short blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. Tall with just a hint of muscle. Pretty — that was the word you’d use to describe him. He was pretty. 

The kind of male you may have noticed in a crowd once upon a time, had your heart not been snatched up by the Shadowsinger. Every other male had paled in comparison since. 

But that was okay. That didn’t matter. You weren’t here to have your heart snatched up again. You were here to forget. 

Across the tavern, a female strummed a lute, the chords seeming to reach across the room and caress you, coaxing you into its sensual song. Every inch of you was warmed — perhaps by the music. Perhaps by the alcohol. Perhaps by the male’s hands that had started with just a cautious palm on your back, and had snowballed in confidence, in intensity, as the night had worn on. Now, his soft thumb stroked against the skin of your neck as he leaned in to speak into your ear. 

“I’m a jeweller.” He told you, his voice slightly raised over the music, the chatter. “I work for my father. Haven’t been doing it for very long.” 

That much was obvious. With velvety hands so untouched by years of work—

You didn’t care. Such useless, useless information. He could be a grocer or an artist or a fucking hermit for all you cared. The night would still end the same way. You shot him a seductive smile that said you were totally invested in what he was saying and pushed his half-finished drink towards him.

“Drink up.” You said. “And we can go back to mine.”

Those blue eyes of his flashed darker, hungrier. In one big gulp, the liquid in his glass was drained. His tongue swiped a bead of whiskey that lingered on his bottom lip. 

If he knew who you were — his High Lord’s sister — he hadn’t given it away. Maybe it didn’t bother him. Maybe it wouldn’t be an annoying obstruction for you tonight, thank the Mother. 

Three weeks. Rhys had given you three weeks of space — had told the rest of the family to give you space — and you still didn’t feel ready to face them; not even Mor. You couldn’t bear the suggestion of what they might think behind your back — that you’d been living in pure self-indulgence while they needed you the most. That you’d been the disappointment. Rhys probably wasn’t even aware of the deep, buried feelings that his loose words had unearthed in you. That slicing, aching inferiority complex that had followed you throughout every step of your life. 

Maybe you didn’t even deserve to be part of the Inner Circle. The Night Court. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be Rhys’s sister.

It was these thoughts that had pawed and prodded at you every day for the last few weeks. You were sinking deeper and deeper, and your only relief was losing yourself in the burn of alcohol and the arms of a stranger, finding pleasure for a few hours that would leave you even lonelier afterwards. If the males and females you took to your bed didn’t baulk at who you were, and run in the other direction in fear of their High Lord’s disapproval, you were at least afforded a bit of respite from the constant shadow hanging over you. 

Never did it last.

You’d had enough of pleasantries, of small talk. Not wanting to wait a second longer for that temporary relief, you yanked the male up, barely sparing him a glance as you pulled him out of the tavern.

“I never got your name.” He said, his voice considerably louder as he followed you out into the cold night air. 

“I’m nobody.” You told him, dragging him along. “Absolutely nobody.”

True, a voice in your head hissed at you. Too true. 

And you couldn’t be sure — maybe you were more intoxicated than you’d realised — but you could have sworn that your words were swept away on a sudden wind, caught up in a passing shadow, all produced by the thunderous beat of wings above you.

⧪

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His hands were like ice against your skin as he tugged at the laces of your dress. The two of you stumbled into your bedroom, teeth clashing and breaths huffing.

“You look like — like an angel.”

Gods, if he didn’t stop talking—

“I’ve never seen—“

“Shh.” You silenced him with a hard kiss, pushing him down onto your bed. “Fuck me.”

He grunted at your words, those too-soft hands finally pulling the dress from your body; you’d not bothered with underwear tonight, deeming it too much of an obstruction. Without even looking at him, you practically tore his breeches open and yanked them down, freeing his length from the confines. He gripped himself, pumping his cock a couple of times before lining it up with your centre. 

“Fuck.” He gasped as you sank down onto him. Immediately, you began to move your hips, and his hands landed on them in a delicate grip. 

“Don’t be gentle.” You moved faster, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your breast.

His touch was tentative, unsure, as he squeezed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt—“

“Yes.” You hissed between your teeth. “Harder.”

He flipped you both over in one single move, your back hitting the mattress. As if your words had given him confidence, he slammed back into you, the different angle causing a slight pinch of pain. Good. Exactly what you wanted. 

Your head fell back, breathy words telling him to go faster, harder, to grab you until his fingers bruised your skin, to bite you hard enough to draw blood. He was just getting to a rhythm that might actually bring you to release, hitting a delicious spot deep inside you, when it happened. 

A flash of darkness. Of movement. Your bedroom door being opened so violently, it slammed back against the wall. The male was ripped off of you. 

Azriel was there, huge and towering, so much bigger than the male who had been inside you only seconds ago. He’d grabbed him by the throat.

“Get the fuck out.” He growled, shoving him out of the room. He snatched the scraps of his clothes from the floor, throwing them in his direction. Within seconds, the front door was banging shut. 

You barely had a chance to sit up, to cover yourself with the sheet, before Azriel turned to you. The hazel of his eyes was darker than you’d ever seen — dangerous, threatening. 

“What the fuck, Azriel?” You snapped. “What the fuck are you—“

Your words cut off as you watched him stalk towards your armoire. He didn’t stop to glance at the tunic and leggings that he pulled out — simply threw them at you, his jaw moving. 

“Get dressed. You need to come with me — now.” He said through gritted teeth. “We need a healer.”

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[talyns-fanfics]

Can you do a Kingdom Hearts fanfic of Riku x reader who is a emotionless heartless but also Ansem SoD’s child?

Partners in Crime

Oh my gosh, I have been waiting for someone to request anything Kingdom Hearts. This is the best day. Oh man!

I fell in love with this idea and immediately got to work. I love dad!Ansem. This takes place during the end of KH1 to KH2. I’ll make a little tiny thing for KH3 if requested.

I’m literally watching Coded, right now. 🤣

Btw, I listened to this song while writing. Feel free to listen.

Also, thank you for requesting this. You’re an Angel.🥰

I’m making reader gender neutral with they/them pronouns. Everyone can read this without restrictions of the opposite gender. Also, Y/N is never used.

It wasn’t really known how and/or why Ansem had a child. It was just one of those unexplained things. Maybe he adopted them? Maybe he met another heartless? Maybe he wished them into existence? Who knows. All that’s known is that he had one.

The Heartless Child easily manipulated The Council of Villains along with Riku to capture the Princesses of Heart. Riku never saw The Heartless Child, but felt a draw towards them. His goal at the time was protecting Kairi and Sora, so he wasn’t worried about The Heartless Child.

After defeating Ansem and closing the door to Kingdom Hearts, Riku runs into them. They had (hair length) (color) hair and (color) eyes. They were dressed up in a black bodysuit with a tiny heartless emblem resting over where their heart would be. They were hanging around the old mansion in Twilight Town. He never saw them, but he knew it was them.

He walks up to them, tapping on their shoulder. They turn around. “Oh, hi.” Their voice was monotone. Emotionless. “You’re Riku, right?” They ask him. “How do you know me?” He asks. “I met you. A year ago.” They explain. “I didn’t look like this. You couldn’t have remembered me.” As they continue talking, he remembers something, back when Ansem had control of him.

There was a heartless with Maleficent and Ansem-Riku when they were discussing the Princesses of Heart. The heartless was a different color from most other shadows. They were a considerably lighter shade of(favorite color).

The keyhole wasn’t completed even though all seven princesses were there. Maleficent blames it on Kairi and leaves the room, leaving Ansem-Riku alone with the (favorite color) shadow. The shadow slightly groans, as if communicating. Ansem-Riku smirks, knowing exactly what they said.

Roku was brought back to the present as The Heartless Child continues talking. “I can’t help much with the restoration of Sora’s memories, but I can help with getting rid of The Organization.” They vanish into a dark corridor, leaving Riku confused.

[kassiekole22]

ask me things you want to know about me: do you remember the first ever story you've written? And if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?

why you follow me: on a superficial level, because your blog is incredible and you make the best memes and write even better fics. And now that I know you a bit more personally, it's because you're one of the sweetest and kindest people I've ever met and had the pleasure of getting to know.

what's on your mind/what you're thinking about: right now, I'm procrastinating and thinking about how it's stressing me out that I'm procrastinating. 😂

a compliment: I've said this before but only because it's true. You are deserving of all the best things in life and nothing less.

make me choose between two things: ohh, ok, how about this? If Ghostface called you, would you troll/roast him or have a deep philosophical conversation with him? 😆

ask for advice: hmm, let's see. If I were to buy a choker and I was stuck between one that is red and one black, which one do you think I should go for? This is very important, btw.

tell me a secret: I guess, this doesn't sound much like a secret but it was never brought up. I used to wear glasses. 😅

things you associate me with: some generic things would be FNAF and Scream, Danny Gonzales and Rob Zombie. And some specefic things would be anything dark and gothic. Bats, knives (thanks to your Halloween look 😂), and any doggo vids I come across on YouTube. Also, whenever I see those bold gothic makeup looks, I'm immediately reminded of you for some reason. 😄

anything!!!! DIG THROUGH THE DITCHES AND BURN THROUGH THE WITCHES

ask me things you want to know about me: do you remember the first ever story you've written? And if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?

Jesus, I wrote a book when I was around six or seven called "Jake The Little Wolf" and it was the first of a series. It was about a little wolf, named Jake, (If you didn't get that from the title. 🤣) and I have no idea what it was about. And right now, it would probably be somewhere in the states, especially because there was some sort of contest where you could stay at Stu's house from Scream. It's not possible now but juuuust in case the opportunity comes back— 👀

why you follow me: on a superficial level, because your blog is incredible and you make the best memes and write even better fics. And now that I know you a bit more personally, it's because you're one of the sweetest and kindest people I've ever met and had the pleasure of getting to know.

Aw, Buddy! 😭 You're too sweet. I'm so glad that I've gotten to know you. 💖💖💖

what's on your mind/what you're thinking about: right now, I'm procrastinating and thinking about how it's stressing me out that I'm procrastinating. 😂

Fuck, that hit me right in the feelings! 🤣

a compliment: I've said this before but only because it's true. You are deserving of all the best things in life and nothing less.

Jesus, Buddy! You're gonna make me cry! 🥺💖

make me choose between two things: ohh, ok, how about this? If Ghostface called you, would you troll/roast him or have a deep philosophical conversation with him? 😆

Hmmmmm… I'd probably say a bunch of pick-up lines and then when he hangs up from being weirded out, I'd call him back for a booty call. 😏 Just kidding. 🤣 Knowing me, I'd probably pester the fucking hell out of him. 😂

ask for advice: hmm, let's see. If I were to buy a choker and I was stuck between one that is red and one black, which one do you think I should go for? This is very important, btw.

Oooo, this is a tough one! Ok, the Goth girl in me is SCREAMING black but I think red would look good on you too. 🖤

tell me a secret: I guess, this doesn't sound much like a secret but it was never brought up. I used to wear glasses. 😅

Awww, I bet you would've looked so cute! 😍🤭

things you associate me with: some generic things would be FNAF and Scream, Danny Gonzales and Rob Zombie. And some specefic things would be anything dark and gothic. Bats, knives (thanks to your Halloween look 😂), and any doggo vids I come across on YouTube. Also, whenever I see those bold gothic makeup looks, I'm immediately reminded of you for some reason. 😄

I am so flattered that these are the things that remind you of me. Especially Bats and Scream for some reason. 😂

anything!!!! DIG THROUGH THE DITCHES AND BURN THROUGH THE WITCHES

I SLAM IN THE BACK OF MY DRAGULA!!!

[ssiggss]

Headcanon: Krel took the staja kids to the moon without Aja's permission. Guess how she felt about that 🤣

KREL OH MY GOD.

Now here's the thing, Aja would have had NO problem with this- her brother taking her SEVEN children out to Earth's moon for a few hours, giving her some down time to spend with her husband? SIGN HER THE FUCK UP.

However, the problem arose in the fact that Krel did not inform her- nor ANYONE- about the trip.

So the palace is quiet- so quiet it chilled her. Then, just when she began to get up to check on things, her beautiful, bumbling husband came racing into the room in a panic.

"I can't find the kids!" he wailed.

Aja's immediate reaction is to sound the alarm, put the entire central city on lockdown and call a planet-wide search.

Because not being able to find one set of twins, or Sako is one thing- but not being able to find Lolo "I Take Naps On The Floor, Literally Anywhere" Tarron? Or Krol, who is almost always in the music hall or his room, drawing? ITS PANIC TIME.

Varvatos is out for blood, he usually is but it's far more serious now that the kids are involved, Zadra is barely a step behind him.

Skrael came as soon as he heard brought the rest of the trio because NO ONE messes with his best friend's kids, Eli's checking every single camera logged in the main, side and sub systems.

Hell, even most of the citizens are searching.

Essentially, the entire planet, all of Akiridion-5 is in a state of utter chaos.

And Krel has no idea until his ship docks and his sister is barreling toward him in a flurry of yelling and tears- then she sees the seven kids tumbling out of the ship behind him with moon rocks and other various debris they refused to leave behind and it all clicks.

Krel found himself in the dueling ring that day and always asked for permission from then on.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!! I couldn't sleep waiting for this!!!!

This one will most likely just be me pointing at your awesomeness and key smashing!!!

I'll try my best to make sentences!!

Epilogue: Don't Say Fuck

I can try!

Fun fact: the word for Epilogue in Spanish is epílogo which means I misspelled this word twice last chapter out of dumbness 🤪

Alec sighs and closes his eyes.

Magnus is not here.

Of course not.

Why the fuck not???... aaaand I failed 😒 fuck!

“But sir,” she sighs with gentle exasperation. “You do realize the wedding is today?”

Who's wedding???

But Alec has been governor for more than 15 years now. He has been the governor for four whole terms.

What???? Omg omg omg!!!!!!!

It’s their third date.

Ok ok flashbacks I like it!!!

“I don’t want to live in Albany,” Magnus points out. “I don’t enjoy living there.”

Alec is quiet for a long minute.

“What’s yours?” Magnus asks carefully.

“I don’t want to resign,” Alec says, his voice firm. “I fought tooth and nail to get to this position. I’m not giving it up.”

This conversation 🙌🏼

All this pressure about finding the right successor made Alec think about Shinyun.

Please tell me they have at least become friendly after all this time 😌 The sass should have brought them together

Time to get ready for the big day. 

Who's big day?? Rosewood or Mavid??? 🤔

“Who trains for seven hours?” Magnus demands. “This is child abuse.”

People who want Olympic medals

Alec. Alec. Alec, Magnus thinks. Do you know how proud I am of you?

I'm so very proud of my twin too!!

“Do you remember what I taste like?”

I just want you to know that this has been imprinted on my brain

This fic is Mean Girls level of quotable!!!

This isn’t a success.

This feels like a miracle.

This feels like magic.

😍🥰😍🥰

Alec sighs as he settles into the couch. “I know, baby. I’m just-”

He said it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They don’t make a big deal out of it.

I am... I'm making the biggest deal!!! ALDÑALS!!!

They haven’t taken things any further.

As in, to the bedroom – or any room, unfortunately.

How is my beloved twin holding back ?? My brother truly has changed wow

“David is cooking?” Alec asks. “Can I come?”

I want to go too!! I'm young people

“Magnus and I are dating again,” Alec says. “Questions?”

🤣🤣🤣 thank God my brother interviene

“Bedroom,” Alec growls lowly.

Finally!!!! Sexy times!!!! Get that dick brother!!! You deserve it!!!!

Alec licks a strip along Magnus’ inner thigh. “I want to remember what you taste like.”

*New kink unlocked*

They don’t take a nap.

Good for them!!

They had gone public a few months before the third election.

Yay!!!

“What about Max?” Magnus asks.

“Fuck,” Alec blinks. “I forgot about him!”

🤣🤣🤣 how??? How???

And with Max – Shinyun had come too.

Of course she did!!!

It wouldn’t be ideal for the groom to have a panic attack just before the ceremony.

Ok ok... it's Rosewood's wedding!!! Me encanta!! Mi bebé precioso se va a casar 🥰

“I already put the other one in.”

Magnus turns around and glares at Alec. “Alexander!”

🤣🤣🤣

“Alexander.”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

Alec pulls Ben into a tight hug, unable to stop his grin.

Benjamin!!!! He is a Senator now!!! I want him to be president!!!

“BECAUSE HE PROPOSED FIRST!”

YESSSSSSS

“It’s Lightwood-Bane,” Alec corrects. “And I totally regret asking you to be mine.”

They remarried??? ALQLELQKW!!!!!

Magnus didn’t want another wedding.

Magnus just wanted his husband.

I'm so happy!!!!

Shinyun takes the pen from him and smiles softly at Magnus. She bends over to sign and looks at Alec. “What would happen if I didn’t sign?”

“I’ll kill you,” Alec smiles at her.

Look at my wife being there as she should 😭😭😭

“Hey. Hey. Look at me. Eyes on me,” Alec whispers. “50 states. Alphabetical order. Go.”

Mi bebé precioso se va a casar!!! 😭 lo amo demasiado!!!

We’re finding that ring or I’m not getting married today.”

Where the fuck is the ring??? Also rubies 😍😍

“I’ve spoken to Max and Shinyun. They’ve agreed to support your cause through the Edom Anniversary fund this year.”

🙌🏼😌🙌🏼😌

“Just to be clear, if Anjali tries to break out of her room and come see you…should I tackle her?”

“No!” they all yell at the same time.

Oh Benjamin I am love you 🤣🤣🤣

“Alex,” she nods when she sees him.

I chose to believe she is addressing me 😌

Shinyun has a tattoo of a spider web on the right side of her neck.

He doesn’t have a home anymore.

If he does he doesn’t act like it.

Of course he has a home, he has David!!!

Magnus wishes he would just bring himself. And then stay for more than a week.

Maxwell!!! Visit your parents!! Have you forgotten how needy and dramatic these bitches can be??

“Uh,” David blinks. “I fell.”

🤣🤣🤣 no, he didn't

Oh noooo... there's tension!!

Oh noooo there's fighting!!!

Oh noooooo.... Dani stop!!!! My twin 😭 Mavid 😭

“Alex.”

“What?”

“I don’t like it when he is sad,” Shinyun exhales. “Fix it.”

What the hap is fuckening????

He has more tattoos than he did last time Alec saw him shirtless – which was almost two years ago.

I need a spin-off on Max’s tattoos

“I am proud of you.”

Max stops.

😭😭😭😭😭

“I thought you didn’t miss me anymore,” Max says quietly.

“Why would you think that?”

This bitches miscommunicating again is going to be my villain origin story

Ok they're talking...

My twin is wearing Edom!!

“Love makes one do stupid things,” Max says dramatically. “Right, dad?”

Totally right!!!

“I let go of you once. But you found your way back to me,” Alec whispers. “It’s just like that. Okay?”

Oh my god!!! Oh my god!!! Is their daughter!!! Right?? That's her!!! 😭

The doctor comes back a moment later. She smiles. “It’s a girl.”

Alec’s grin becomes better. “I told you so.”

AKDLSLAÑQP!!!! GRACIAS DANIIII...!!! YOU ARE A BENEVOLENT QUEEN!!!

When you said she was lost I thought they wouldn't try again but here she is!!!! I am so happy!!!

¡Gracias! ¡Gracias! ¡GRACIAS! 😘

“She is going to need therapy to put up with you lot anyway,” the surrogate mumbles.

She is not wrong!!

Minerva Jude Lightwood-Bane.

It's perfect!!! I am love her!!!

“Max said if I have something valuable, I shouldn’t give it for free,” she points out.

Max is a fantastic and wise older brother

“Raisin cookies!” Minerva shouts in glee.

Look at that... another freak!! Raisins are just OK they are the gray of fruits

“I thought David was going to propose to Max at the airport when they fly back to Paris,” Minerva frowns.

ALSLQÑQÑÑWLQPQLDJDJ!!!!!!

“Kamu baik-baik saja, bapak?” the girl asks, climbing into bed. “Apakah kamu sakit?"

Is this an episode???

“I couldn’t build a blanket fort,” Magnus sniffles.

🥺🥺🥺 my Magnus!

Does Nemo have seven Olympic medals?" Max asks. 

Holy shit!!! He truly got one for all the people he loves!!

Rafael starts to sob quietly when Anjali walks down the aisle.

Is the most natural and appropriate reaction to Anjali’s presence

He remembers Magnus.

His smile. His laughter. His love.

😭😭😭😭😭

Dani!! Your author's note!! You're so precious!! I AM LOVE YOU 💚

Thank you, for the story, for all the effort you put into it, for all the tears, for all the laughter, for everything I learned with my beloved characters, this story has changed me, I've learned things about myself and for that I can't say THANK YOU enough!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

You are incredibly talented and we are all really lucky for the fact that you chose to share that talented with us!!

ALEX. ALEX. ALEX.

Thank you for supporting TLND. I love you so much.

To everyone talking about the GrowthTM in TLND, the real growth is Alex going from "shinyun is enemy 01" to "shinyun is my wife".

ENEMIES TO LOVERS.