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pnf revival challenge day 42: Fire!

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YES I REACHED SO HARD WITH THIS PROMPT, GET IT CUZ LIKE FIRING THE INATOR FIRE HA HAHahhahadfdhsdg *hysterical sobbing* anyway candace getting to know because of carl was not on my bingo card #[ ]">

[revival challenege masterpost]

[boombambaby]

Kuzco waits for her answer with bated breath, heart beating wildly against his ribcage as he kneels on the dais in front of her and his whole entire Kingdom.

-- Well, okay fine. Not the ENTIRE Kingdom. It's more like the peasants who showed up from Pacha's village, and a few of the other neighboring villages and the council members and staff from the palace --but, it FELT like the entire Kingdom was there!

Anxiety makes him sweat beneath his heavy headdress and ornamental robes, and he just barely manages to resist the urge to brush a hand across his forehead, knowing that the warpaint he has on will still be tacky from the heat of the sun beating down on him. For a brief moment, Kuzco wonders if he's ever been this nervous before, and he realizes with a start that the answer is . . . no.

He's never had anything in his life that has mattered so much to him and that would make him so nervous. The implications of Malina's answer are monumentous; everything will change depending on her answer.

Kuzco is broken from his thoughts as Malina finally answers, and all of the air rushes out of him in an overjoyed laugh as he rushes to his feet, nearly stumbling over his robes in the process. " You -- really?! I . . . " He questions, voice thick with emotion. Still laughing, purely out of shock, Kuzco takes her hand like he's announcing her the winner of a fight and pumps it into the air between them as he turns them to face their crowd. " SHE SAID YES! "

Deafening applause fills the hillside, Pacha's voice somehow ringing out louder than all the rest, but he's had enough of the crowds for one day; his focus turns to Malina, and he cups her face between his palms, holding her there for a deep, meaningful kiss that he hopes conveys just how much he loves her, how appreciative he is that she said YES, and how excited he is for their future.

This is only the first step of many on a long road for the two of them now that Malina has finally agreed to become his Empress.

Each of them will face unique challenges, have a new set of responsibilities, and will have to learn to navigate the world AND each other on top of all of it. There will be ups and downs, arguments and celebrations, excitement and serious tests of faith-- but at least, now?

Now the two of them, Kuzco and Malina; -- they'll face them . . . ALL of them, together.

- [ THE END! ] -

Is it her turn to share her thoughts with the audience? Good, because she has a lot to think about in this very moment, now that she’s staring deeply into Kuzco’s eyes. Malina has denied many things ever since she met the emperor, especially her feelings towards him. Truth be told, the day Kuzco spoke to her for the first time, with that nonchalant smile and such excessive arrogance, Malina wanted nothing more than to rant at him about how he was the worst Emperor that has ever ruled. Surprisingly she didn't; but at least it was satisfactory to see him hold his burning cheek in complete shock for a second. Malina thought that he deserved it back then, for being a complete jerk to his own people, and she was sure she wasn’t going to see him in any other circumstance; so she didn’t care if he disliked her after that. (although what she did was dumb, considering he could have thrown her in the dungeon). What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to follow and pester her every single day at school. And the more he talked to her, she considered he wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Maybe there was another side to him that no one has ever noticed before and so, Malina wanted to find that out for herself. So he was right, it was a personal mission of sorts and had been a success so far, since they started to get along very well as friends. But crushing on and falling in love with Kuzco was never in her plans, and the funniest thing about it is that the peasant girl didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late to do anything about it, other than to deny it all. Despite all of that, the only person she was fooling was herself.

It was all his fault. If he never tried to change his ways and listen to her Pacha and their friends, she wouldn’t have a reason to reciprocate his romantic feelings. It irritated her initially, but now she couldn’t be more grateful to the Gods for allowing her to find someone she could continue to support like she did while they were in school, and to love unconditionally. The squeeze on her hand interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at her boyfriend who is leaning in closer to whisper something to her. Malina meets him halfway and inevitably smiles as she understands the little throwback to her Bloom Ball. How could she forget about the best night of her life? Even if Kuzco confessed that he ruined it a couple of times. Her lips turn into a small pout at his constant teasing, but she keeps listening to every word he utters. She never takes her eyes off him, not even when she listens to Guaka's famous catchphrase, which she finds amazingly amusing. Malina would be a liar if she said she was not impressed and touched by his speech. The sincere tone in his voice as he thanks her for everything makes her heart flutter. All her efforts in making him a better person were worth it. Malina chuckles at his last comment and is about to say something in return until she sees him opening the small box to reveal a gorgeous ring. Her eyes widen, and she inevitably gasps while he squeezes her hand and then bends to one knee. She can feel her heart hammer inside her chest in excitement as she listens to his final question, leaving her at a loss for words and she couldn't tear her gaze away from him. While it was true that Malina wanted to marry him at some point, she hadn't truly thought about the possibility of her becoming the new Empress, it wasn't something she cared about since she was never attracted to that kind of power. Even if Kuzco was a peasant like her, she would still consider being with him. It wouldn't matter if both lived in a small hut without all the riches in the world. Being Emperor Kuzco's wife means she'll have big responsibilities for the rest of her life, ones that she will probably find very overwhelming and scary. Nevertheless, her decision is clear despite all that. "Yes I will, Kuzco.~ I'll finally become your Empress. It's about time, isn't it?" She chuckles sweetly at him while squeezing his hand in return. A now happy blush appears on her tanned cheeks as she waits for his next move. The entire village immediately cheers and claps in pure glee, especially Kuzco and Malina's friends, who are just as happy to witness this very special moment.

[nataliescatorccio]

YELLOWJACKETS 1.01 | 3.04

[luxmoogle]

˖♫ + *' +*:ꔫ Brand Ambassadors *ੈ✩‧₊ + ☆⋆｡࿐ Kingdom Hearts X The World Ends With You

[hecubus]

You look dumb with them glasses on. Why you even wearing 'em?

[briannabrackens]

♣️

brianna stood still, her arms tucked tightly round herself, though not from the cold. jalabhar’s words settled in the air between them like snow that didn’t melt. she hated this part—when people said things that meant more than the words alone, when their voices went quiet and honest and it wasn’t just jest or shouting. she never knew what to do with honesty unless it came with a drink or a bruise. and here he was, looking at her in that maddeningly calm way of his, saying things she’d never thought she’d hear from a man like him. not to her.

"i’ve an eye for seein’ things," he’d said. and hadn’t he, when it mattered most?

her heart beat too loud in her ears from a strange feeling of nerves that settled in the bottom of her stomach. a strange nervousness which made her shift, moving her weight from one foot to the other, her boot scuffing slightly against the stone floor. “well,” she began, then stopped. gods, why was it so bloody hard? just say thank you. just say you kept me safe, and i remember it. and i care. instead, she cleared her throat and looked at his hands, not his face. “funny, i always thought i were good at hidin’. spent most o’ my life practisin’, in one way or another.” she rubbed at the side of her neck where her ribbon choker sat snug against her throat, dark black velvet catching faint candlelight. “but i suppose ye saw right through it, didn’t ye?” was this the closest she could come to it? did he know what she was truly speaking of?

and what a year it had been for them all. for him - to celebrate amidst grief and the aftermath of death mus have felt so utterly wrong, and though she would never say it so openly, she would not speak on it. it were only natural the man would want to go home. and yet, so did celebrating in the knowledge of grief lingering in the doorway. outside the gates, merely waiting to change the brackens forever.

deep in her gut, something undeniable and ancient, she knew this would be the last yule as the three of them.

“i suppose so,” she said at last, stepping back slightly but not yet turning. "there is much good." her smile bloomed then, honest and warm, curling at the corners of her lips; she found herself wondering whether it were time to walk away. this was a lengthy farewell, though she always struggled to realise when it was time to really walk away. “mayhaps i’ll see ye sooner than later, then." the teasing softened something in her, made it easier to move. but still, she lingered—just a moment longer than needed, eyes on him as though trying to learn his face by heart. then, with a final nod, she turned, her fingers trailing once more along the stone as she walked away.

“take care o’ yourself, ja mooton. and merry yule to you.” the words hung in the air behind her like the warmth of a fire just left. she didn’t look back. she didn’t have to.

Jalabhar stood in silence, the weight of Brianna’s words hanging in the air. His gaze never strayed from the snow outside, his thoughts distant, clouded by the weight of the past year. He had lived through so much, but it was the quiet moments, the brief flashes of humanity amidst the chaos, that lingered. Brianna’s soft words brought him back to that night—Stone Hedge, the bloodwyrm’s roar, the chaos.

She was right, of course. He had seen things that night, things he would never forget. The way she had hidden herself, the desperate survival instincts she’d masked behind a facade of indifference. How Daemon Targaryen’s shadow had loomed over them all, and yet, in the end, he had done nothing. He had kept her safe. A strange, inexplicable act of mercy.

Jalabhar's fingers drummed lightly on the cold stone as he let the silence stretch. The snow continued to fall, but it was the memory of that night that clung to him, as much as the cold. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than before, the weight of something unspoken in his tone.

“I’ve an eye for seeing things,” he murmured, his gaze shifting briefly to Brianna. “People. The way they move, the way they hide.” He paused, as if weighing his next words. "People who wish to remain unseen." And he would help her time and again, he often thought why he sought to keep her safe perhaps it was seeing another young face in the turmoil.

He turned then, looking at her directly, his dark eyes serious. “Thank you. I suppose some good has come out of this year.”

A flicker of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not all is lost, then. Even in these quiet moments, there's something to be found.” The words were simple, but they carried a weight, a truth. Jalabhar had never expected anything in return for what he'd done, but the realization settled within him, as it had before. Sometimes, friendship was the only thing worth holding onto.

“Take care, Brianna,” he added, his voice warm again, almost like the flicker of a dying flame. “And I’ll see ye in the new year. Maybe before.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Canonical MILF energy gender nonconforming single mom boruto Orochimaru you continue to be the funniest thing in the whole wide world to me

[mymarifae]

guys twitter dot com doesn't like when you criticize toriel's parenting decisions. don't do it

[alchemistc]

Currently upset with myself for missing the opportunity in my last fic to have Eddie make Tommy even more insane with this exchange:

"Buck's a top? That feels out of character."

"One: why do you know more about the gay experience than my boyfriend? And two, in this incredibly straight fantasy scenario you had about my boyfriend, you spent enough time thinking about it to reach the conclusion that your best friend exclusively catches? What is happening."

[fromspringandfire]

the chamber was quiet save for the faint crackle of the hearth. Laena lingered near Jaehaerys, her heart heavy with the weight of his words. his profile, marked by scars and shadows, looked every bit the man burdened by a crown and the ghosts of their family’s past. She hesitated before speaking, her voice soft but laced with emotion.

“grandfather was wise,” she began, her hands clasped tightly before her, “but sometimes men wear so many masks, they forget which one is real." she didn't know viserys as jaehaerys did, but she believed she knew people, from all walks of life, and they were not always what they appeared upon first impression.

her eyes searched his, a soft sadness settling in their depths. “But not all men are the same.” whether those words held weight for jaehaerys or cedric specifically, even she wasn't sure. laena moved closer, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm in a rare gesture of reassurance. “you carry so much—flames from a fire you didn’t start. but you’ve always been more than the weight you bear."

she took a deep inhale, dreading the fact that this felt like a goodbye, though she hoped only for now. laena pressed on the tips of her toes to offer a quick peck on his cheek. "i'll leave you to what it is you need to do now, brother." her resolve was beginning to crack as she gave a small squeeze of his forearm. "thank you, for always ensuring i will never be alone, again."

with one last lingering look, she turned and quietly departed, her footsteps echoing softly as she left him behind, as she brushed past the lords who would now take their meeting with the dragon king, and discuss the fate of alicent hightower.

( end of thread. )

Not all roses have thorns meant for you. The King replayed those words as he closed his eyes, still focusing on the words coming from her. She was not a traitor. She were his sister. The life she lived was a life he saved and it were not a life he regretted saving. He loves his sister. More importantly, he liked her. Jaehaerys loved many, the Targaryens loved one another when they burned the world down around them. But if the dance was over, why did he still hear music?

Why were the flames still licking at his neck and tanning his skin?

"Do you wish to know what grandfather used to say to me?" He opened his eyes, staring down at the ground, his hand moving over the beard, fingers pausing over the scarring on his face. "When men show you who they are then you must believe them the first time." Jaehaerys couldn't say for certain if he'd ever seen the true face of Cedric Tyrell, and if he wondered such a thing then it was clear he never had. And finally, as he glanced over his shoulder at his sister he wondered if she had ever seen it, if the face existed.

"Stay safe, little sister. You will always have a home waiting for you. Safety. You are not a dragon alone in this world."

[ryllen]

appearance wise, at least

[thejabber-talkey]

My terrible H&M jeans live to see another day! This fix: the inexplicably worn out outer seam on the right leg!

And my sketch, which better demonstrates how shredded that section of the pants seam really was.

[loredrinker]

Trespasser Dream Slides - Fade Dreaming and Continued Connection

The Trespasser dream slides for a romanced Lavellan mark a subtle but interesting divergence in the story of Lavellan and Solas, in that not every player who romanced these two gets these slides - depending on choices.

If Lavellan ends their relationship with anger or finality, vowing to stop Solas no matter the cost, even if it means killing him - these dreams never appear. And I think that detail is brilliant. The story is using the absence of these dreams as a narrative device, one that, to me, actually reflects how the Fade responds to emotions. So when Lavellan emotionally disconnects from Solas, when she severs the bond and chooses to carry nothing of him forward, the Fade has nothing to echo and Solas never appears, honouring her choice. The absence of these dreams in this path becomes the story’s way of saying this relationship is indeed over.

But for the Lavellan who holds hope, who vows to save him from himself and his own destruction, who has expressed her love clearly to Solas - the dreams do come. This narrative path reflects the choices of a player who's decided that their bond endures.

And through these dreams, the game shows how these two people continue to affect each other, be drawn to each other even across distance and years.

The Dreams 

What keeps drawing my attention to these slides is they never confirm whose dreams they are.

“Lavellan sometimes came awake from dreams in which her lover watched her sadly from across an endless distance”

It doesn’t say her dreams, or that she dreamed of Solas, nor does it deny they may be his. And I appreciate how that ambiguity again mirrors the nature of the Fade, leaving open the possibility that these dreams belong to either of them, or to both.

The dreams could originate with Lavellan, stirred by hope and belief, with Solas drawn into them by her emotional presence in the Fade. They could originate with Solas subconsciously pulling her into his dreams, revealing his own hidden ache for her. Or it could be a mutual convergence - neither initiating, but both arriving, called into the same dreamscape by the strength of their bond. These slides allow for all of these possibilities in it's refusal to define the source.

What's interesting is that Solas is always withdrawing from them. When Lavellan reaches for him he doesn’t speak, doesn’t approach - he vanishes. It suggests that he’s not drawn to her to control or watch her possessively in dreams, but allows himself to be near her, pulling back before any contact is made.

Remember, Solas himself confessed to Lavellan she draws him away from the Fade. It's logical to assume then that she draws him in the Fade as well. Because Inquisitor Lavellan is still Fade Walking.

Lavellan - Fade Walker

What we know for certain is that the Inquisitor has demonstrated the ability to find Solas in the Fade before. In the Haven dream sequence, the Inquisitor locates him while sleeping. After they wake, Solas expresses surprise that they were able to find him and that he changed the setting to Haven once they did. At the time, it’s assumed that the Anchor is what allows the Inquisitor to remain conscious and lucid within the Fade. But that may not be entirely true, the Trespasser dream slides complicate that assumption because at that point in the story, the Anchor is gone and yet:

“Still she searched, and dreamed, and waited, for a way to change the Dread Wolf’s heart.”

The way “dreamed” is used here - alongside verbs like searched and waited - positions it as an act in itself. It implies that Lavellan isn't just sleeping, but actively entering the Fade to dream and seek. Here, dreamed carries intention, movement and purpose.

Whether she communes with spirits, follows the traces he’s left behind, or navigates the remnants of memories, we aren’t told. But the phrasing highly suggests that Lavellan is looking for answers, information, ways to change the Dread Wolf's heart while in the Fade. (Which continues to support my theory that the Inquisitor has been forever altered by the Anchor.)

Do the Dreams Continue?

We’re never told that the dreams end - and the use of the plural dreams reinforces the sense that the tension between Lavellan and Solas remains unresolved. It suggests an ongoing, quiet pull that continues to draw them to one another. Perhaps unconsciously, they return to that shared space again and again, a connection that spills forward into Veilguard.

Maybe that ongoing pull is why Lavellan receives the wolf statuette, why she can tell Rook she still loves Solas, and why Solas, close to his goal of reshaping the world, stops to write her a letter. It even colours the way he speaks of her to Rook - “She is a good woman.” Not was, not someone I once knew: she exists for him in the present because their dreams keep finding their way to each other.

For the story, eight years separate Trespasser and Veilguard. For us as players, that’s a long time - but for them, if their dreams still connect them, still reach across the Fade? That distance may not be felt at all. Time moves differently in memory, and even more so in the Fade. Their last shared dream with each other could have come the night before the ritual, close enough to stir old feelings and sharpen Solas’ need to send those final words to his vhenan.

[itsmebeff]

queen alphys ending sans - royal scientist outfit

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[riverwlker]

END OF THREAD.

the situation felt incredibly cliché to river when she found herself shedding tears on new year’s eve over a boy she hadn't even had the chance to kiss. the sudden shift from the anticipation of a perfect night to the harsh reality of it being ruined in mere moments left her utterly dumbfounded and if it had not been for vanna's timely intervention, river would likely have spiralled into an even more distressing state.

despite the haze of alcohol clouding her mind, river's subconscious acknowledged that vanna's presence was crucial in providing her with the opportunity to verbalize her thoughts and emotions, to give river at least a chance to understand her feelings instead of going to bed a complete mess. the comforting solace offered by vanna's listening ear and comforting hands allowed river to navigate through the overwhelming rush of emotions that had threatened to consume her earlier in their conversation.

with vanna's unwavering support the weight on river's heart began to ease.

river took a moment to process vanna's words, giving a few quick nods of understanding. however, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her, causing her to let out a small groan of discomfort. despite the temporary setback, river found solace in the calming presence of vanna by leaning into her side.

resting one side of her head on vanna's shoulder, she expressed her gratitude, saying, ❛ you're the best. have i ever told you that, yet? you're way too cool for this measly planet, ❜ the blonde gives vanna an appreciative, yet lazy kiss to the temple before pushing herself upright with a heavy sigh. a sense of hunger then washed over river, prompting her to make a request in a slightly playful tone, ❛ ... can we get some food, please? ❜