#Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.

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[myownlight]

seeing my friends make sw blogs because i did nothing but talk about sw to them for weeks on end <3

[moonlightdreamzz]

QUICK STOP — MINHYUK

<3 You didn’t think Minhyuk was going to have a day off and not stop by and see you, did you?

THEMES ✰ Angst w/ glimpses of fluff. Reader and Minhyuk have a very confusing relationship.

NOTE ✰ Seeing Minhyuk literally made me feral…so I had to quickly write about how it made me feel, but me being so angsty it just took a turn.

9:00AM

“I have something to tell you. Don’t be mad at me.”

You take a deep breath, your mind already preparing for the worst to leave his lips. The facial expression he’s currently wearing isn’t angry though, or guilty, which is making everything even more confusing for you.

“Wait, I’m sorry.” His palm holds itself up to his screen; a signal for you to not freak out like you always do whenever he does anything unpredictable around you. “We talked about this.”

Your eyebrow raises in synchronization with the smile you can never keep hidden whenever he’s doing anything in your direction. Whether it be staring, speaking, breathing, whatever; you can’t help it.

“Mhm.” You encourage slyly.

He continues, “And I promised you I wouldn’t say ‘I have to tell you something’ without proceeding to immediately say what I have to tell you, because if not, it makes you, and I quote, ‘want to slam your head into a wall’. So I’m sorry.”

Your laughter escapes your throat so hard that it hurts a little. Minhyuk is cracking up just as hard as you, and it feels like as soon as one of you has caught your breath, the other snorts, and all progress goes to shit. Your phone is now on the floor even though you don’t know when it fell.

“When did you get that phone? Like in January?” Minhyuk wheezes. You find it difficult to recall the exact duration it takes for him to regain his composure because you are laughing more than he is now. “This is like the 200th time you’ve dropped it. Speaking of, have you taken that old ass screen protector off? It’s clearly been through enough.”

“How about you buy me one, since you got so much to say.” You scold as you hop off your bed to retrieve his virtual presence. The moment you step onto the floor, a sudden chill zaps through your body, causing your laughter to briefly freeze in mid-air. It's like the floor is playing a cruel prank on you, reminding you of its icy presence as a rude awakening to reality. If Minhyuk was here, he would have foreseen this frigid encounter and saved the day with his thoughtfulness.

He possesses an extraordinary talent for predicting where your tired, exposed feet would seek refuge in the morning. Your slippers would have been here. If only he were here in this chilly moment, you think, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Cold feet?” He teases, as always, knowing what you’re thinking without you having to say anything.

His smile is brighter than you've seen it in a long time as he gazes adoringly at you over the phone. You're curious what he's thinking and what he's been up to this week. He certainly has been eating well, which warms your heart because he was constantly anxious before enlisting, focusing on everything but himself. You've missed him in every way, but you can't bring yourself to tell him.

The saga of your relationship reads like a bestselling novel. It's a tale of tangled emotions and unspoken truths, a rollercoaster ride of passion and confusion. You both know there's something between you that defies any clear definition, something beyond the boundaries of conventional romance. A connection so intense that it keeps pulling you back together, no matter how hard you try to resist.

You're head over heels for him, and he claims to feel the same way. But there's always a lingering doubt, a whisper in the back of your mind questioning the authenticity of his words. Is this love or just a twisted game? Can two people who share such an undeniable chemistry remain in this perpetual state of limbo, reluctant to label their feelings?

You feel yourself drowning in his orbs. Those beautiful brown eyes of his that matches yours are your home. You often think to yourself though, who else has found refuge in his eyes when the two of you haven’t spoken in weeks?

“You have something to tell me?”

Did his phone freeze? His eyes are clearly on you, but he’s not responding.

“Minhyuk?” You chuckle with a pure expression of confusion resting on your features.

He appears to come out of a trance you weren't aware he was in, blinking repeatedly to test whether his unconscious heard what you said to him. "I apologize. What did you say?” He asks, embarrassedly touching the back of his neck. Was he blushing? "I'm looking at the most beautiful woman on the planet. I'm a little disoriented right now."

That was another thing that terrified you about your lover. Were you even allowed to call him that? No matter, he talked so damn good. He could sell you a beach house in Idaho if you wanted to. Regardless of the confusion between the two of you, you trusted him wholeheartedly. Your concerns and uncertainties were cut away by his smooth tongue like a bullet made of gold, leaving you captivated by his alluring charisma. He had an answer for every ask, a fix for every issue, and a promise for every aspiration.

“I’m off tomorrow.”

You immediately beam, hoping he's telling you this because he's going to spend the entire day with you doing everything you enjoy. You may make him his favorite depending on when he arrives, but if he arrives too early, the two of you can find somewhere to sneak off to, right? You can also order takeout. Sure, take out—

Mingyuk took a photo

“I’m sorry.” He apologies, his naughty tone showing that he is indeed not sorry at all. “You just looked so cute smiling at me like that. I’ll send it to you.”

Before you can even start scolding him for snapping terrible pictures of you, you remember the second part of what he started this entire conversation with.

Don’t be mad at me.

“Why would I be mad at you for having a day off?”

“Because…I’m not going to be able to see you.”

Confusion always has to be present, right? You can't possibly be angry. If you told this story to anyone else, they'd advise you to be grateful that he cares enough about your sentiments to tell you what he's doing. It didn't make the pain go away, either. You can't help but wonder if he would come see you if you were his girlfriend.

“Don’t do that, baby. It’s not like that.” He assures. “The concert is tomorrow, and I really want to see you, but I haven’t seen them in forever. If they weren’t performing I could split the time, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with Monbebes and the boys. I hope you understand.”

What we’re you going to say? No Minhyuk, don’t go and support the people who have had your back since before we even met. Spend time with me instead, the person who you haven’t seen in months, isn’t your girlfriend, and probably never will be? You damn sure wanted to, but you can’t.

If he were here right now, he'd be softly rubbing your back, looking for traces of rage or hurt in your eyes. He despised inflicting pain on you. He'd press his lips to yours, expecting you not to kiss him back but hoping you would. Of course, you'd never be so unhappy with him that you'd refuse him his treasured kisses.

"Thank you, babygirl. You’re so understanding." He always replies to your devotion, planting a sensual kiss to the side of your head before peppering kisses on your neck.

You put on a brave face. He knows it's a ruse, and you know it, but you're not feeling charitable enough right now to fake it to the point where he believes you're actually happy with it.

“It’s cool, shawty.” Is all you can muster in the moment.

What was once a vibrant phone call full with delightful laughing and admiration has suddenly turned cold—or so the aura feels for you. You haven't found the words to bring the vibe from earlier back, and you know him; he wants to move on from this subject now, but based on previous arguments, he doesn't want you to think he doesn't care about your feelings, because he does.

You haven't talked to him in a long time, so moping about it is worthless. Breaking the silence was in his best interest, and regrettably, satisfying him meant more to you than it should have given how un-defined the two of you are.

“You wanna hear about my week?”

His smile glows through your phone once more, exactly like it did when you answered it the first time. You can tell he's sighing with relief. He's not sure if you want to keep talking to avoid feeling guilty, or if it's sincere, but he doesn't care. You're well aware of it. He always says to you, “I just want us to be okay. Always.”

“Now you know I didn’t call just to talk about me. Tell me everything, and don’t leave anything out.”

8:00PM

Despite how childish it seems, you promised yourself that you wouldn't check Twitter today. Of course you failed. All day, your timeline has been filled with Minhyuk looking so damn good. You two stayed on FaceTime for hours yesterday, giving you plenty of opportunity to admire his unrivaled attributes, yet a phone conversation doesn't do him justice, and neither does a photograph. You wanted him right now.

His white sweater suited his tan skin beautifully, and you were drawn to the way his muscles, which you had no idea had expanded so much, were attempting to escape from it. He’s the only man that has to ability to make you quiver at a simple photo of him.

Had he been here, instead of there, the second he walked through your door you wouldn’t have hesitated to rip it off. He wouldn’t have questioned you for a moment, missing you just as much as you’ve missed him. The two of you would have made love all over the house, probably until the morning time, and it would fill the gap inside you from not being able to call him yours—temporarily of course.

With Minhyuk absent, the empty house lies before you, beckoning you to decide how you will occupy yourself in his absence. Now is the time to contemplate and plan your activities, to explore the rooms and corners, and to find solace or adventure within the walls that surround you.

But you'd rather sit on your couch and do nothing, which is the exact opposite of what Minhyuk would like. He used to make fun of you for lazing around the house all day.

You have no recollection of falling asleep. After an hour or two of scrolling through Tiktok, your vision went fuzzy, and your grasp on your phone became increasingly shaky before dropping to the floor, much like it did on the phone with him the day before.

12:00AM

He hasn't been here in what seems like an eternity. Despite the recent distance between you two, his heart feels warm as he looks at the wreath packed with red tulips that is still hanging on your door. He remembers it as if it were yesterday—you couldn't believe him when he said it was what he wanted you two to make one for anniversary of you two meeting, because you never believed that you genuinely mean something to him.

He types in your passcode, stepping into your cozy apartment. Instinctively he inhales the brisk air that smells of lavendar and another scent that he can’t quite put his finger on.

As he looks around your place, he giggles to himself in adoration. “This girl…she really thought I wasn’t coming.”

Minhyuk hasn't even begun looking for you yet. He figures you're in your room, knocked out cold, because he doesn't hear feet dashing into your closet, nor did you try to come out with a lousy excuse for a weapon—yet another thing he chastised you for on a daily basis. He confidently strides into your kitchen, his eyes scanning the room, immediately recognizing the disarray that has become all too familiar to him. He knows, without a doubt, that your seasonings need to be meticulously arranged in their designated spots, and there are a few dishes lingering in the sink, patiently waiting for attention.

It doesn’t take him long to tidy up in there. He walks further into your apartment, prepared to pick up your clothes he’s certain you stripped off earlier before you went to bed, that he hears your little snores. When he sees you, snuggled up to the soft, cozy blanket that he carefully picked out for you a few months ago, his heart practically leaps out of his chest. The sight of you wrapped in that warm embrace brings a flood of joy and contentment, knowing that he was able to provide you with comfort and happiness.

His knees, slightly bent, fall naturally to your side with a light thump as he quietly settles next to you. In this moment, he wrestles with a choice: should he wake you up, gently brushing his fingertips against your cheek to rouse you from slumber? Or should he carefully lift you up in his strong, comforting arms, carrying you to bed like a precious treasure? As he contemplates his decision, he can't help but smile at the thought of tomorrow, knowing he will capture the beauty of the present moment by snapping a photo of himself holding you tight in his chest, a symbol of love and protection. Then though, you’ll be upset that he didn’t wake you.

His hands move to your shoulder, gently shaking you. Not to his surprise, you don’t budge.

“Kisses it is, huh?”

His lips continue to press irritatingly wet kisses all over your face, causing your nose to wrinkle up and your eyes to clench up like an irritated teenager. You try to turn the other direction, but he holds you down and prevents you from moving. Minhyuk is relieved that it's him in here with you and not some stranger, because your survival abilities are pitiful.

“Y/N.” He says sternly, although his smile is as radiant as it always is when he’s looking at you.

Your eyes begin to flutter open unexpectedly. You're not sure whether to yell, cry, or both. Your eyesight isn't the best, but even in your waking disorientation, do you realize who's standing in front of you?

“Minhyuk?” Your voice is raspy and filled with utter confusion. “What are you doing here? What the fuc—

His kisses you instantly, and whatever the feeling is called when you feel like your body is exploding with every emotion at once, that’s how you feel. You want more, and you attempt to pull him on top of you, but he stays put. You whine into his mouth, causing him to chuckle at you before pulling away.

“Don’t do this to me right now.” You protest.

Minhyuk takes a deep breath. The kind he takes when he‘s in the midst of making a choice that’s for the greater good, but not exactly what he wants to do.

“I want to do that. So bad.” He begins. He adjusts his collar that you just a minute ago had a very seductive grip on, and when he touches it he swears he’s right back into that moment with you. “And we will, but I haven’t seen you in two months and I don’t have long. Isn’t it wrong for that to be the first thing we do?”

“If I wasn’t crazy, I would say you actually care about me.” You laugh, absolutely and thoroughly in love with the man in front of you right now. This is the man who has captured your heart. This is the person who knows just what to say and when to say it. His eyes are sparkling as they take you whole, swallowing any resentment you felt toward him when you thought he wouldn't stop by. You can’t help but to leap into his arms, squeezing tight as you still haven’t processed how real this moment is.

He laughs as well, but his tone his somber as well as his smile. “Why do you always say that?” He questions. “That I don’t care?”

Maybe this is the reason why you aren’t his girlfriend. All you ever did was question him and his feelings for you. Minhyuk always said to you that one of his favorite things about you is how outspoken you are. How you’re never afraid to say how you feel, or how other peoples actions make you feel. But in this moment, and every other doubting moment the two of you have shared does it feel like all you do is fuck things up even worse.

He’s looking at you, but you’re now looking through him. Minhyuk didn’t mean to send you inside your head, feeling embarrassed for saying what’s on your mind. He really just wants to understand.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I was just making a little joke.” You attempt to cover.

“No you weren’t. And that’s okay. I just want to know why you always say that.”

You two couldn’t be about to argue after not seeing eachother in two months, right?

You don’t want to say the wrong thing, but you know you have to say something. His eyes are becoming impatient with you. You know he’s wondering why say such a thing if you can’t tell me why you said it when asked.

“I don’t want to fight.” Is all you can muster, shooting your eyes to ceiling. Let it go, Minhyuk. Is all you can think to yourself. The tension is getting thick, practically suffocating you. You just want to have a beautiful night with him. You want him to make love to you, and you want to fall asleep in his arms. You want to wake up before him, watching him sleep soundly before getting up to make his favorite breakfast. You want to tell him how much you love him. Not this.

“Tired of doing that.”

So, he really wants to do this?

“What are we, Minhyuk?”

Now he’s the one unable to find the words.

He pretends to contemplate. You know it’s insincere, because he looks to the left of him while he thinks instead of the right—a tell sign of him pretending to do something. He often did this when he was trying to surprise you with a date, claiming the two of you were going one place, when in reality he was taking you to some expensive restaurant.

“I love you.” He says confidently. You don’t know why you were waiting for him to say more. You want to laugh out loud, but you can’t, because the laugh will turn into a pitiful cry.

“That’s it?”

“No. I just—we talked about this, baby. I love you, and you love me, and we’re figuring this out. You’ve been through a lot with love and so have I. I just wanna enjoy this, because this,” he places his thumb to your cheek, rubbing it softly before continuing, “this is a beautiful thing that I don’t ever want to ruin. Do you understand?”

You nod helplessly. He knows that anytime his hands are anywhere on you, that his word is law. Being embarrassed about how delusional you are when it comes to his confusing analogies wasn’t going to make you come to your senses. You can’t help how much you love him. He makes you feel; something you never thought you’d do again. And you like it—no, you absolutely love it. It’s better than being numb and emotionless.

“I love you.” He repeats, moving his lips to your neck now. “And I want you in my life forever. I’m yours. We don’t need a label for that. Let’s just be.”

“Let’s just be.” You repeat, giving him more access and moving his hands to your chest, letting him to love you anyway he wants.

Minhyuk is on top of you now, and as he attempts to continue with your night, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket.

“Just ignore it.” He breathes out, taking his phone of out of his pocket and throwing it behind the couch.

It’s his world, so you do as he says.

1:00AM

[writerras]

roberto please i just want to talk

everything is proceeding as i have foreseen

[whentherewerebicycles]

I think I may just need to accept that on some level I’ll feel worried about the outcome of this pregnancy until I have actually given birth. but I spent some time journaling this morning and I just feel like… last time I had several early data points indicating that all was not well, whereas at this point I have amassed dozens of data points indicating that all is proceeding exactly as it’s supposed to. that means that monitoring the data obsessively or combing over the info I have again and again is not really a good use of my time, as I am unlikely to turn up any new info indicating a Secret Hidden Problem. there is still a chance I lose the pregnancy—somewhere between 1-2% based on my data + the multiple studies I’ve read. but if I do, it will be horrible, tragic, totally out-of-the-blue bad luck. it won’t be anything I could have foreseen or warded off. I want to keep gently steering myself back to the path of: having gotten this far, it’s pretty likely that everything will work out. and if it doesn’t I’ll have to deal with it, but I’m not there yet. my grandma used to say “don’t borrow trouble” and I think a version of that kinda applies here lol… don’t borrow worry or heartache before you need to. assume that whatever you’re worrying about is probably fine, and if in some upsetting turn of events it isn’t fine, you’ll be able to cope with it.

[atamascolily]

princess tutu re-watch, episode 13

Ahiru tries to explain to Rue that they should band together to fight the man (Drosselmeyer), but Rue argues it's Ahiru's fault for kickstarting the plot in the first place and ruining her perfect stasis with Mytho, so it doesn't work. (but can you imagine if it DID?)

Rue tries to enlist Fakir in this, but he has grown and changed enough from his time with Ahiru and Charon that he's not buying it, either.

I would just like to state my appreciation that the heart shards and the raven eyes look remarkably similar

Fakir: In conclusion, fuck fate.

Fakir has leveled up from his time with Ahiru because the next fight is gorgeous. Rue cheats and he falls into the lake but it doesn't take.

Fakir: I LIVED, BITCH.

(gotta admit, Fakir with his clothes slashed to pieces and his hair down and dripping wet is certainly A Look)

he shatters the sword (which apparently is the only weapon that can break a heart?) which is made of Two White Swans literally as well as metaphorically, before collapsing back into the water. We stan one (1) dramatic edgelord.

Rue: oh so you're gonna dance instead of committing suicide? WELL, TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME

Dance-off ensues! Rue gets Ahiru to doubt herself, which apparently is enough for the heart shard

Ahiru yelling STOP so loudly the music cuts off is great

she dances the Swan Lake pas de deux by herself and Mytho wakes up and joins her in the end!! Kraehe flees the scene in tears, unable to understand why kidnapping didn't work.

they escape the catacombs to find Fakir lying in the square next to a fire fueled by Edel--the same fire that guided them out. (why didn't she use the lamp spirit, that was her JOB)

Ahiru: Edel, why?

Edel: I just wanted to see you dance with the prince. Also, fuck Drosselmeyer.

A mostly naked Fakir has to be the awkward third wheel sitting by the sidelines while they dance in the end credits. But he seems happy that his two favorite people in the world are happy!

(hmm, don't think about how Ahiru is now one of your favorite people, Fakir)

their dance is so awesome they get BACKUP DANCERS for this one, lol,

Narrator: "And they lived happily ever after until the very end of their days. The end."

Drosselmeyer: Ha! That's what you think! Everything is proceeding exactly as I have foreseen…

episode ends on (what else?) Drosselmeyer cackling hysterically as the music swirls to a crescendo, because that dude always has to have the last word.

and that's a wrap for the first season!

[lilflowerpot]

idk if you entertain these sort of asks but since i don't have anywhere else to fling my keitor thoughts, I'll take a shot at it. sorry to bother you It baffles me that VLD creators didn't see the potential in Keith and Lotor interactions. (No, I do not mean in a romantic sense necessarily. That would be a pipe dream given the show's track record lol.) There's SO many parallels in their stories.

Both half-galras. One of them shunned for being galra at all and the other because he wasn't galra enough.

Both of them losing their father irrevocably at a young age. I mean Keith's would never return and even if Zarkon was to return, the phantom of all his cruelties (the destruction he caused was too tangible to be called something incorporeal as a phantom but my point stands. also. the physical damage is followed by all the psychological conditioning the galras faced over the millennia, the trauma of all his subjects. so.) would dog him and his family each waking hour he spent repenting for them. Some things are never fixed.

Both of them with mothers with the best of intentions that ended up hurting them in the long run. Krolia wanted to shield Keith from everything so she left and its an amazing example that even things done out of love can be immensely hurtful. Like, um, can any of us ignore that Keith was a neglected child in that regard? Of course Krolia could not have foreseen what would happen to his dad but had she stuck around, Keith wouldn't have been tossed around like a lego piece being shoved forcefully to fit in with cardboard puzzle pieces. Neither could she have stayed - the war, her BoM responsibilities etc. She had to make that decision for a LOT of reasons but the first and foremost reason she explicitly stated (in Bloodlines or Razor's Edge iirc? it's been two years since I watched the show pls don't quote me on that sksks) was that she left to protect him. So an act of love is what ultimately left Keith so clueless and lonely. (To clarify - I love Krolia. This is just an observation.) As for Lotor, Honerva's experimentation/research is what started it all, right?

I have so many more thoughts about them but I don't wanna make you slog through it all 😭 I just suddenly got hit a wave of love for them and proceeded to get salty that VLD creators never saw the potential. I had to blabber about it a bit. again, feel free to ignore this if you have already answered something like this. have a good day, you are amazing <3

I could—and frankly //have//—gone on about the fact that keith & Lotor are one another's perfect narrative foils ad nauseam, and if I were to do so again I'm quite sure I'd end up essentially rephrasing all of this, so,,,,,,,,,,,,, instead let me just meet you with an emphatic YES, accompanied by these tags from a previous post:

Oh, and also this one.

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Queen Tyr'ahnee: Rise my friend. Commander: The space station will be completed on schedule. Tyr'ahnee: You've done well, Commander X2. And now I sense you wish to continue your search for Duck Dodgers. X2: Yes, your Majesty. Tyr'ahnee: Patience my friend. In time he will seek *you* out, and when he does, you must bring him before me. He has grown strong. Only together can we turn him to our side. X2: As you wish. Tyr'ahnee: Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.

[aziraphalalala]

i am making everyone around me watch Good Omens

i pestered my collegue at work about watching it. I literally told him that I needed him to see it just so I could scream at him about it.

a few days later he reported back that he’d seen S1E1 and loved it, since it reminded him so much about the Pratchett books he read when he was younger. And that it was absurd, and intriguing, and kinda silly and deep? At the same time.

oh and ”every good British actor seems to be on it”

Anyway, today at lunch he sat down at my table, set aside his phone, and told me he’d seen two more episodes. He was loving it. We chatted about it for 10minutes. ”There was an American witch that moved to Tadfield to stop the Antichrist. Oh! And the nipple counting! The angel and demon are really the same aren’t they?” And so on. Then he was off.

he’d already eaten before.

he just came to talk about Good Omens

he came to sit down with me and tell me he’d seen two more episodes. And talk about them with me.

*empire palpatine voice* everything is proceeding as I have foreseen

[jedi-valjean]

Palpatine: Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen :)

Grim: Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen 👁️👄👁️

When everything is proceeding as you have foreseen

[felagund-fiollaigean]

Sometimes you see a tumblr post with a link embedded in the text, usually indicating that the reader should follow it to find out interesting and educational facts, so you look into the camera of the mockumentary that is your life and smile knowingly, feeling like an aged mastermind who just took the final step that would ensure their demise knowing they fulfilled every goal they set out to accomplish and can die content. the sound of never gonna give you up my rick astley fills the room and with it comes a sense of peace. all is well. everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.

[terrifickid]

Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen...

[cacodaemonia]

Like you, I never really considered shipping clones, but your artwork and writing now has me totally on board the Waxer/Boil ship!

Yessss, goooood. >:3c

Haha, but yeah I just, I dunno, ship whoever is written well in fics, basically? I don't care who they are, as long as they have an interesting dynamic.

And while canon can't be credited with giving the clones much in the way of three-dimensional personalities, the fandom has made them into some fascinating characters! So it's not my fault that they're generally the most interesting and compelling. XD

[zira-blackwell]

Everything is Proceeding as I Have Foreseen . [Nura]

@nuka-blackwell

The day was arriving. Slowly, but surely. In all her thousand years, few things were predictable. You got ahead by learning to be unpredictable and predictable all at once. Human beings would just as likely do as you suspected as much as they wouldn’t. It was in being fluid and flexible that she had gotten this far. Now, she was so close, she could almost taste her victory.

Which meant this party had to be both fluid and entirely rigid. It would be, perhaps, the most important party she had ever thrown or attended in her entire life. And Zira had attended plenty of important parties in the past. She had been at the opening of Les Noces. Had been around for Victory Day in 1945. Woodstock.

This had to be better than any of those.

A tall order, but Zira knew that they were up for it.

She stood in her office, with samples of fabrics strewn about, several canvases were set up on easels with different concepts.

“No masks,” Zira said at once, knocking one of the boards off its easel as she stood with one hand in the crook of her elbow, the other holding a glass of red wine. She took a sip.

“It is too bad we already did a gold themed party. What about silver and gold? Or is that too limiting?”

[outfit]

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Hello, it's me 😈

I came here to ask you to please write that fic - Cyrano de Bergerac style - with this storyline: "Fíli and Thorin getting in a political fiasco over a woman - the advisors choosing a woman for Fí and Thorin starts liking her for himself".

Thank youuu! 💙💙💙 (And please tag me!)

Sincerely,

Lathalea the Enabler 😈

Dear @lathalea, I am sorry to say that this will be in 2 parts (at least)...

So, here we go <3

A queen

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: None

Characters: Thorin x OC

“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?” Thorin leaned against the doorframe, watching his sister scribble invitations furiously; the look of ice-cold impatience she threw him chased a shiver down his spine, but he conjured up a half-hearted smirk just to annoy his little sister.

“I’ve given up on you,” she replied acidly, “but I will not let my son dawdle away his best years waiting for the right dam to just fall into his lap.”

The king found that assessment rather unfair and more than just a little insulting; after having healed from his near-fatal wounds, sustained in an epic battle that had rid the earth of Azog once and for all, he had focused all his strength on rebuilding his kingdom.

It was hardly his fault that wooing shell-shocked maidens had not been amongst his highest priorities.

His sister’s amazing battle plan – temerity as well as a dash of foolish hope truly seemed to run in the family – was not exactly confidence-inducing though; she had foreseen to submit her poor son, his heir, to a string of young, to a parade of available maidens in hopes that at least one would catch his eye…and his fancy.

Thorin knew that Fíli was not excessively interested in that kind of proceeding – having taken the boy all the way to Erebor, where he had almost died, had allowed the king to get to know his nephew in ways his own mother could not fathom – but that he’d agree nonetheless to assuage his own guilt; relations had been tense since Dís’ arrival in the ancestral halls of her family.

Of course, she was relieved and happy to see the men she loved most regain their colour and their health, but the long months of doubt and anxiety had worn deep grooves into her fierce heart and beautiful complexion; therefore, the boys were ever eager to make her smile and so was Thorin.

“I shall be in attendance,” he grumbled reluctantly.

“You will?” Her luminous eyes settled on him with that mix of mischievous joy and affectionate mocking that had mellowed his heart countless times in their childhood; she was his baby-sister still and he would have dared much more than to merely accept one boring evening to soothe the burning agony still lingering just beneath the surface. He knew that he had done her wrong when he had risked leaving her life as abruptly as their father and grandfather had, taking her two young sons with him as he fell; until the end of his days, he would carry the memory of her first cry – harsh and wailing as the one a wounded beast uttered before expiring – upon seeing them bandaged and ailing.

“Anything for you,” he assured her and – unable to restrain himself – strode over and pressed an insistent kiss onto the top of her head, hoping she’d read the gratitude in it; he had lost her good graces – even if only temporarily – but never her love, and he would owe her reparations for that loyalty alone until the end of time.

Thorin was bored out of his mind; most of these young dams – paraded like pedigreed beasts – were much more interested in the king’s halls than in the young prince who was still bearing the marks of exhaustion and injury in his sallow complexion and slightly limp posture that was so unlike the vibrant energy he had once been known for. 

“What about this one?” Kíli – who could not have been prevented from attending this charade by guards and locks – leaned over and nodded jerkily at a lady who reminded Thorin of a garment washed too often and too vigorously; everything about her seemed somewhat faded and diluted, from her indecisive smile to the mousy brown of her wispy hair. 

Fíli made a face before declaring quickly but with little conviction that he was sure that this particular candidate was a lovely, kind, and caring dam; for someone who had stood at death’s door though, she was not invigorating enough by far to stand any chance of dispelling the tenacious shadow of gloom dogging their every step. Not like the young woman probably already waiting for him in the stables; impatience started needling him and he waved the dam aside with a harsh fluck of his wrist.

Just when they were about to give up on their unsuccessful scheme though, the door was flung open and a last dam hurried in; her hair – of a charming strawberry blonde that shimmered with echoes of copper and gold as she moved purposefully to catch up with the end of the line – had partially escaped the simple bun at the nape of her neck, and her dark grey eyes flashed like polished steel as she looked up at the dais, undaunted. 

Thorin’s heart gave a small leap at her sight; she was visibly older than most of the others – barely out of their mothers’ arms – and she moved with the self-possessed confidence of a woman who could take care of herself. Even though she was nowhere near traditionally beautiful, her deportment spoke of pride and decisiveness which piqued his interest.

“This one,” he proclaimed sternly, much to the surprise of his family who had not expected him to take an active part in choosing a bride for his nephew.

“I don’t know,” Fíli mumbled, “she looks feisty, and not in the fun way.” He shrugged apologetically, unlike his uncle, he had never intensively thought about what women’s lives had been like in the refugee settlements or in their absence during the quest; his mother had shielded him from the bitter truths as much as possible to keep his childhood and youth unblemished.

Hence, he only saw a dam who looked almost angry at being ushered forth in so dispassionate a manner; his thoughts were oriented towards the future and this lady’s mind and soul seemed veiled in the frayed raiment of a bitter past. From the archaic and simplistic garments on her back to the stubborn set of her full mouth, she radiated a hardness that did in no way correspond to his desire for rejuvenating growth in Erebor.

“She looks too pretty and too old to have wanted a husband and not found one,” Kíli agreed; he was a notorious charmer and would – one day – have his pick among the girls of the realm for, by the time he was called upon to find a wife, Thorin envisioned Erebor to be stable and thriving once more.

“Maybe she had other priorities,” he echoed his own previous thoughts absent-mindedly; he was enthralled by the gravitas of this stranger in whose eyes he read the echo of his own suffering, and he was strangely comforted by her calm gaze meeting his own unflinchingly.

With a shrug, Fíli waved the lady closer and dismissed the others; he did not yet have the courage to tell his mother and uncle that he had already found the woman his favour had settled on, mainly because he was afraid that they’d refuse and reject the truth of his soul in favour of a more advantageous match.

He would play this charade a little longer, he decided, maybe even pretend to be heartbroken in hopes that his misery would mellow their own hearts and minds so that they’d agree to let him court – and eventually marry – the young warrior dam whose riding skills and joyous laughter made his heart soar.

“You shall join us for dinner tomorrow,” Thorin declared imperiously before turning away abruptly when her stormy eyes settled on his countenance once more with a mix of shock and challenge. 

Fíli had to ram his elbow into his brother’s side to keep him from looking to and fro between the quickly retreating silhouette of the king and the flabbergasted dam who – just a second too late – curtsied elegantly and retreated as well.

“Hmmm, that went rather swimmingly,” his mother commented in a tone that betrayed her own doubts in regards to what she had just witnessed.

“I guess so,” Fíli replied with another shrug and – the ordeal apparently over – he got up with a hasty explanation that he wanted to go out for a ride to clear his head; in truth, he was about to tackle the second torturous duty of the day: telling the one who held his heart that he – at least on the surface and for all eyes to see – was to court another dam he had no real interest in.

Thorin cursed himself; of course, he had seen that dam before when she and her friends walked around the courtyard, laughing in subdued, pealing voices, but he had never given her a second glance.

He had not sought a bride and he did not want to find one for himself now either, not really, but the mere idea that his foolhardy nephew might ruin her reputation by starting to court her only to lose interest midway angered him more than it should have.

Fíli was a good man, a good prince, and a good nephew; he had learned at Thorin’s elbow, and he would not bring disgrace upon his family.

That had ever been enough, so why did the king doubt him now?

Oh, but she was precious – gleaming and beautiful as a pearl in his eyes – and he didn’t want her to be handled carelessly.

There was but one solution to this dilemma; he would have to guide his nephew in this courtship as he had done with every other skill mastered by the young prince, yes, that was a perfectly reasonable and unselfish plan.

Despite the fatigue weighing heavily on his limbs and minds, Thorin started making a list right away, drawing on court gossip and his own limited experiences with the fairer sex as he chose appropriate pieces of poetry and entertaining activities that he’d chaperone personally…to make sure nothing went wrong.

Indeed, Fíli’s happiness and success were of the utmost importance.

As he lay in bed – too tired to write anymore but too mysteriously miserable to sleep – he almost believed himself.

So there's the beginning of this :D

I hope you've enjoyed this <3

-> Part 2

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BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

oh

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE