#NOTHING BUT RESPECT FOR MY ✨QUEEN✨

[twisted-up-in-wonderland]

I love how some of us were laughing at the fact that Rook wasn’t chosen to come with Vil to this event. Like -

“Haha! The guy that is obsessed with ‘his beautiful Vil’ doesn’t get to see this gorgeous Queen! Karma for the SDC vote!”

But now Vil is dressing up all the people that he did choose to go with him in huntsmen green, brown, and tan.

Vil really said “I don’t need to him to be here. All of you are my bitches now. 💅”

And he is 100% correct.

God they all look so good HELP??? 911 SOS I am dying dead deceased on the floor tell my non-existent wife and kids I loved them but not as much as I love these characters based off of twisted Disney villains 💀💀💀

????!?!?!?!!!! NO WORDS JUST JAW DROPPED 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻✨✨✨✨💝💞

Jamil, Azul, Ace, and ESPECIALLY VIL Fans winning prosperously this April Fools WTFFFSJDGJSGKDGK

OH. SO WE'RE THE APRIL FOOLS JOKE HERE,,,, MINGLING PATHETICALLY WITH THESE RICH ASF PEOPLE WITH OUR BROKE ASF STATUS AS RAMSHACKLE PREFECT☠️☠️

ALSOOOO??1??@?@?@??#?#??## THE WAIST???? HIS HIPS????!!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😩😩😩✨✨🛐🛐🛐

is shaftlands their fashionista country ☠️☠️??? I swearrrr anything that involves this place, they always serve so cunty with the drip marketing (LIKE THIS IS JUST GLOMAS ALL OVER AGAIN)

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[astonmartinii]

it must be a sign | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem deaf! red bull engineer!reader

when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple

request sent by the lovely @bibissparkles xx

author's note: heyyy so many of you won't know but i am actually deaf - i am 50% deaf in both ears and wear hearing aids so i love requests like this! (all i do most of this stuff as a deaf person, turning off your hearing aids >)

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: you can't complain about the dutch national anthem when you can just turn your hearing aids off

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user1: the way max's engineer is as sick of that damn song as us

user2: turning off her hearing aids makes how bored she looks during podiums make sense

yourusername: it was a banger during the mercedes dominance but would it kill someone to play the australian anthem

danielricciardo: i knew you missed me

yourusername: sure, jan.

user3: her and max signing slay to each other will always be so personal to me

maxverstappen1: gonna pretend you didn't just say that

yourusername: boo hoo babe, you gotta lose something sometimes

user4: babe? are the flowers from max?

maxverstappen1: would rather choke on my own spit and fall into a pit of snakes, hope this helps ❤️

yourusername: rude! i wouldn't want flowers from you either :(

user5: i swear we get into this argument every weekend, i think people will still assume they're together until their married to other people

liamlawson30: stop using me as a messenger pigeon please and thank you

yourusername: but i thought red bull gave you wings?

liamlawson30: do not use a pr answer against me 🤨

yourusername: no comment

liamlawson30: choke.

yourusername: idk what's going on in the red bull junior academy but spit in helmut's coffee not mine

user6: y/n consistently giving all the red bull guys shit is my favourite thing ever

user7: the amount of times the sky broadcast has caught her waving them off or taking her hearing aids out lol

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oscarpiastri: switched four tyres for two this weekend

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user11: you can't distract us with your slutty bike pics WHO THE FUCK IS THAT

landonorris: A WOMAN? A WOMAN? IS THAT A WOMAN OSCAR JACK PIASTRI?

oscarpiastri: yeah i'm pretty sure

landonorris: don't play smart with me buster - why was i not informed?

oscarpiastri: i don't ask to be informed of every time you get rejected in the instagram dms

landonorris: FAKE NEWS

oscarpiastri: okay buddy

user12: i be seeing the sign language book, oscar you are so real for that

user13: that's my king, i need a oscar and y/n link up in the paddock - my unbothered queens

user14: she's in the likes !!!!!!

logansargent: oh we've entered the soft launch phase i see

oscarpiastri: and what?

logansargent: someone is feeling defensive this morning, dude i won't tell i've already kept it a secret for so long

landonorris: HE KNOWS? DOES BEING YOUR TEAMMATE MEAN NOTHING?

oscarpiastri: he's my childhood best friend?

logansargent: there's levels to this game norris

landonorris: @oscarpiastri consider yourself UNDER SURVEILLANCE

oscarpiastri: okay girly

user15: oscar has the patience of a saint, the mystery gal may want to rethink it before having to deal with them all

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yourusername: unrelaxed, unbothered, moisturised ✨

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user18: queen SHIT THAT AIN'T SHIT

user19: but this mystery man IS

maxverstappen1: yeah sorry about that... but at least boyfy has made his instagram debut?

yourusername: about time, he's too sexy to gatekeep

maxverstappen1: well i'm not going to agree out of respect for you

yourusername: so you don't think he's sexy? i might not be able to hear but HE CAN MAX BE NICE

maxverstappen1: first of all it's a text, second of all i've been way too nice to him

yourusername: he beat you in padel fair and square you're just SHIT AT IT ❤️

maxverstappen1: you know that's a sore subject WHY WOULD YOU BRING IT UP

user20: my queen was really like you wanna tell me to fuck off? oh here's my sexy boyfriend

user21: jos verstappen really didn't know who he was tangling with that gal may be chill but she doesn't take shit

user22: she's like a female version of oscar lol

user23: i knew there was a reason i liked her

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danielricciardo: why am i left out of everything these days?

yourusername: snooze you lose

danielricciardo: I AM AWAKE REPLY TO MY TEXTS

danielricciardo: I JUST SAW YOU PUT YOUR PHONE ON DO NOT DISTURB

yourusername: protecting my peace

danielricciardo: i'm on to you buster

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oscarpiastri: overjoyed to get my first (proper) win in formula one and even more overjoyed to have my amazing girlfriend (and even better engineer) up on the podium with me

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user27: so this was the special occasion?

user28: so this is why she said she wanted the australian national anthem over the dutch one?

user29: this is now my roman empire

yourusername: babe is so fucking good and i'm so fucking proud

oscarpiastri: i'm so glad to have been able to share this moment with you

yourusername: you deserve this and more, i love you

oscarpiastri: i love you too xx

user30: wait so oscar knows so much more sign language than i thought

user31: he looked so excited and even mark knows some

logansargent: he forced (we were happy to do so) me, mark and his family to learn as soon as he secured the date lol

oscarpiastri: and now we're all so cool because of it

logansargent: cool and able to chat shit without people knowing what we're saying

yourusername: best bit about it tbf (everyone please learn, it's a beautiful language)

landonorris: I KNEW IT

oscarpiastri: no you didn't

landonorris: no i didn't :( i'm hurt

oscarpiastri: if it's any consolation, we didn't tell many people, max and logan are exceptions

landonorris: WHY WAS I NOT AN EXCEPTION???

yourusername: boo hoo

landonorris: i'm not gonna say anything back to that you kinda scare me

yourusername: good ❤️

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yourusername: me and a racewinner (and our world champion third wheel)

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user32: fave trio in the paddock no competition

logansargent: logan erasure

yourusername: we love you logan, sunday roast at mine this weekend ❤️

logansargent: SCORE

user33: every time you post there's a new plushie

yourusername: we usually get one to commemorate a big weekend and we both got one for osc's first win

user34: that's so FUCKING CUTE

oscarpiastri: it's all fun and games until you don't fit in the bed because y/n feels too bad to put any of them on the floor

yourusername: they have FEELINGS OSCAR

oscarpiastri: she cried one time when max set off the smoke alarm cooking breakfast and the bed alarm shook so bad that all of them were thrown to the floor

yourusername: it was HARROWING but it also did wake me up so at least we know it works

maxverstappen1: actually my favourite couple to third wheel, but enjoy it while it's here osc, i won't lose again

yourusername: yeah sorry osc it's actually my job to help max win so you're gonna have to wait for him to retire if i have anything to do with it

oscarpiastri: not even for me :(

yourusername: sorry not sorry (i'm really sorry, i love you so much)

oscarpiastri: i love you too even if you won't sabotage max for my race :(

maxverstappen1: okay i know i said you guys are cute but that's enough for today

yourusername: we ARE cute thank you

oscarpiastri: the CUTEST

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note: heheheheh i hope you enjoyed this, i love requests like this xx also on the comment about the bed alarm i had one in uni halls and when the alarm went off that baby SHOOK it was kinda scary

[hamilando]

ੈ✩‧cherry blossom in Suzuka (smau) ੈ✩‧

pairing : charles leclerc x hamilton! fem reader

summary : an official statement wins it !

This is part 4

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

tw : hate, cheating, rude comments

a/n : This is a series and it finally comes to an END ! anyways enjoy ! also feel free to drop in a request or a question ! ALSO would be great if you could drop what you would want for my next series !

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f1wags It was none other than our Tifosi Charles Leclerc and Y/N Hamilton!!

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user1 and I oops-

user2 BRO WHAT !?

user3 what in the plot twist

user4 Hell no, charles was the one cheating !?

user5 we hated on y/n for nothing ?

user6 men are the problem to everything

user7 oh ma gawd

user8 bombastic side eye

user9 hell no, what about Alexandra?

user10 they played Alexandra 😭

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leosmom so you are telling me they are dating in these pics !??!

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user1 this is so messed up

user2 fr tho-

user3 CHARLES FUCKING LECLERC HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ON ALEXANDRA

user4 ew. Cheating men

user5 I knew it was Charles

user6 ew. men

user7 if Alexandra got cheated, what about potatoes like us -?

user8 MY Parents 😭😭

user9 I am a product of divorced parents

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alexandramalenart the paparazzi have certainly picked up the best photos ✨ @ f1wags would request if you could post the same photos without me being cropped !! I knew about Charles and Y/N, and me and Charles have split respectfully. I respect him and all my love for Y/N!! But before we could announce the split, it was obvious that the whole internet was against my girl, Y/N. It was my idea for Charles to post the tweet and let the drama subside before announcing our split and their relationship. This is just to make things clear, there was no adultery involved and it was a amiable split!! All my love to Charles and Y/N 🩵

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charlesleclerc thank you alex 🩵

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otherhamailton brb, gonna cry 😭

alexandramalenart love you bubs 🫶🏻

lewishamilton thank you for supporting them Alexandra !

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lilihye 🫶🏻

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franscica.gnomes 🫶🏻🤍

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landonoriss finally it's out 🙌🏻

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charlesleclerc the queen, ladies and gentlemen 🙌🏻🤍🫶🏻

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landonoriss so which Hamilton do you prefer ?

charlesleclerc so which way of dying you prefer ?

maxverstappen1 congratulations!!

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lewishamilton you know who am I crashing into if my sister complains of a fight

charlesleclerc EVERY GRAND PRIX I WILL HAVE A DNF !?

lewishmailton what do you mean -

lewishamilton Charles Leclerc, why the fuck are you fighting with my sister before every fucking gp ?

charleclerc @ otherhamilton

landonoriss @ otherhamilton

daniel.jpg @ otherhamilton

otherhamilton calm down lew, Charles loves to joke

charlesleclerc I don't -

george.russell mate-

otherhamilton Lewis, Suzuka GP 🫶🏻

lewishamulton done princess 🫶🏻

george.russell it's Lewis Hamilton using emojis, you certainly aren't even starting the race Charles

scuderiaferrari can I now pls get a picture with @ otherhamilton ? - admin Noah

charlesleclerc no.

otherhamilton yes 💌

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otherhamilton love this pookie 🫶🏻 p.s. lew, pls get this idiot in Suzuka 🫶🏻

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lewishamilton anything for you princess

charlesleclerc you want to see your boyfriend dying ?

otherhamilton yes.

lilihye AHAHAHAHAHAHA BEST COUPLE

otherhamilton NO, YOU AND ALEX

alexalbon thank you @ otherhamilton

alexandramalenart love 🫶🏻🩵

otherhamilton thank you so much alex 💌

oscarpiastri parents 🙌🏻

landonoriss step-dad 🙌🏻

charlesleclerc wha-

otherhamilton he is my son leclerc, any problem ?

charlesleclerc no ma'am 🫡

otherhamilton good

landonoriss 😁

daniel.jpg 🩵

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maxverstappen congratulations 👏🏻

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scuderiaferrari 3rd slide is our reaction when we get another 1-2 in Suzuka !!

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user1 not the official admin making fun of Charles

lewishamilton you did not just expose my son Roscoe like that.

mercedesamgf1 we would never

scuderiaferrari apologies @ lewishamilton and STAY AWAY @ mercedesamgf1

user2 not the admins fighting over some Hamilton or the other -

user3 glad to know all the drama has cleared up !!

otherhamilton 🤞🏻🫶🏻

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user4 lots of love for Ferrari and Y/N !!

charlesleclerc you did me dirty -

scuderiaferrari pov- you just found out your contract with Ferrari is not ending

user5 ADMIN 😭

user6 ADMIN 😭

user7 ADMIN 😭

user8 ADMIN 😭

user9 he is getting fired yall

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🧡Pile 1: The Empress, The Sun, The Knight of Cups.

Hi pile 1! You have a physique that is natural and magnetic, many are drawn to you. Your presence has an enveloping quality, as if you were a person who radiates warmth and harmony. People are drawn to your innate elegance and your ability to make every space around you feel special. Your energy is bright, optimistic, and contagious. There always seems to be something about you that brightens up someone else's day. This energetic vibe makes you the center of attention effortlessly, simply by being who you are. People want to be around you because your energy is revitalizing and full of life.

You may have a dreamy and romantic touch. You are someone who inspires deep feelings in others. I feel like this is a passionate group, the ability to connect with others on an emotional level is one of your most irresistible traits. People feel comfortable in your presence because you have a special way of making them feel understood and valued.

🧡Message from your higher self: Your irresistible appeal comes from your inner harmony, your radiant energy, and the emotional depth you offer to those around you. The combination of your natural physique and emotional warmth draws everyone in powerfully and genuinely, you are the Sun.

💙Pile 2: The Moon, 3 of Cups, The High Priestess.

Hi pile 2! You have an ethereal and mysterious quality. Your gaze may be deep or your smile enigmatic, leaving others intrigued. There is something fascinating and magnetic about your appearance, as if your presence holds some hidden magic. People may often stare, trying to figure you out, but not quite being able to. At the same time, your energy feels calm but powerful, as if you can read people just by looking at them. Your aura is reserved and enigmatic, making others feel irresistibly drawn to you without fully understanding why. You have an energy that captivates, as if you were carrying a secret up your sleeve, and that mysterious connection is what makes you so seductive.

You have an intensity that can be dangerous, but at the same time, that is what makes you so irresistible. Your personality has a duality: you are deep and mystical, but also bold and provocative. People are attracted by the passion you put into everything you do and by your ability to awaken desires and emotions in others.

💙Message from your higher self: What makes you irresistible is your aura of mystery, your deep energy and your ability to seduce with your presence. You don't need to show everything, your natural magnetism makes people stay close to you, intrigued by you, remember that.

💖Pile 3: The Star, The Lovers, Queen of Cups.

Hi pile 3! You radiate a serene and charming beauty. You may have a fresh, youthful or even ethereal appearance, as if your face and body were in perfect harmony with the universe. Your physique projects a calming energy, almost as if you are a source of inspiration for others. People see you and feel that everything is fine, simply because you are around. You are someone who knows how to balance calm and passion, which makes you extremely attractive. People are drawn to your ability to make them feel special and unique. You have that spark that makes everything around you feel perfect. You have a magnetic energy that makes others want to be by your side.

Still, you have a strong, determined personality full of ambition. You have an unstoppable energy that inspires others to follow their dreams. You are a dynamic person who stops at nothing, which generates admiration and respect in those around you. Your confidence is palpable and that makes your attractiveness increase considerably. People see in you someone who knows what they want and pursues it with determination.

💖Message from your higher self: Your irresistible attractiveness comes from a perfect mix of inner and outer beauty. Your radiant physique, positive energy and determined personality make everyone around you want to be around you. You are the kind of person who inspires confidence and admiration, and that is what makes you absolutely irresistible, so don't let others make you doubt your potential.

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[bisclavret]

like many who have suffered at the hands of bbc merlin before me, i recently indulged in a thought experiment in which i outlined my own version of seasons 3-5 that stay thematically and tonally in line with the show (except they're less fucking stupid). but then i quickly realized that focusing on details is pointless: all you need is to solve the one Big Problem the show has, and the rest will follow. the problem in question? ✨morgana✨

i like the first two seasons. s1 achieves what it sets out to do and has fun while doing it, and s2, while flawed, sets up a ton of potential that the following seasons unfortunately squander, beginning with the insidious season 3. you can only distract me with cute knights and goblins and fart jokes for so long before i start seeing through you, evil, evil season of television.

my hypothesis is that if the writers had crafted s3 morgana into anything more sympathetic than a violent half-alive poltergeist that can never be reasoned with because she's suddenly terminally off her rocker, everything would've fallen into place. a sympathetic morgana would've made real, valid arguments against uther (and arthur) that wouldn't just be the ramblings of a woman possessed. her betrayal of arthur would have stemmed from her feeling increasingly morally superior to him because of his complacency in the face of their father's tyranny. under morgause's guidance she would stop believing that arthur is capable of change, and the whole point would be that she might actually be right. arthur would have to actively try and prove her wrong, instead of getting praised for doing the bare minimum because the bar is on the floor.

furthermore, morgana's prophetic dream about arthur and gwen becoming king and queen and her decision to prevent this however she can is a direct parallel to merlin learning about that same prophecy and making it happen by any means necessary. merlin's desires about his and arthur's futures are subtextually fueled by gay love and devotion, so why couldn't morgana's be? why couldn't she properly express her bitterness that arthur gets to be with gwen in a way she can't "took gwen away" from her, instead of suddenly declaring that gwen is nothing more than a servant, after two seasons of demonstrating again and again that she loves, values, and respects gwen more than anyone else in that godforsaken castle?

following this, an angry and emotionally volatile but still sensible morgana asking gwen to stay by her side during the coup of the castle in the s3 finale and gwen going behind her back to help arthur and the knights would've hurt like a bitch. double-sided betrayal! gwen having a real plot! the proper beginnings of a toxic yuri that would shape a generation!

then there's the utter hubris of having morgana shoot arrows at the same civilians she worried herself sick over for 2 seasons — even morgan, her medieval counterpart that was rooted in every sexist trope in existence, doesn't just go around killing senselessly but instead has (often petty!) personal vendettas against gwen, arthur, and the knights. morgana had every right to be sick of the pretensions around chivalry in camelot (she was always quick to mock it, even in s1), and to lash out at the knights and soldiers after years of feeling powerless in a castle full of armed men that blindly followed her oppressor. the show conveniently forgets that morgana was victimized as a woman as well as a sorcerer those first 2 seasons.

but like i said, this is not just about morgana. allowing her to remain a real and multifaceted character even as she betrays everyone in pursuit of her ambitions would've given the rest of the core four more interesting conflict to work with: merlin because he would have to experience real consequences to his actions, arthur because he would watch his sister go against his father (and his knights, and his birthright) and experience some actual internal dilemmas about it, and gwen because she would be forced to choose between morgana and arthur without the pretense that it's an obvious or easy choice for her to make.

even morgause and gaius would come off more interesting as mentors: neither one inherently evil or inherently good, both jaded by events that happened before our protagonists were even born, both heavily influencing morgana and merlin into fulfilling roles that they think are appropriate, but that morgana and merlin may not have chosen for themselves had they not been under their care.

you get the gist. if the show followed its own setup, morgana's mistakes wouldn't lie in cheap and senseless acts of violence but in alienating the people she loves because she is too hurt and jaded to trust them. meanwhile, everybody else would feel guilt over "failing" her and yet they would be too caught up in their own (sometimes flawed!) beliefs of right and wrong to truly see her point of view.

arthur would convince himself it was sorcery that corrupted her. merlin would know that isn't true but he wouldn't be able to argue without confessing everything, which is the defining conflict between him and morgana and it's cheapened when she's just an evil witch caricature and merlin is framed as inherently virtuous in contrast. gwen, too, would become a more active participant in her own life by choosing arthur over morgana and choosing to rule camelot with him instead of just waiting politely to see where things go.

and, of course, uther's downfall and death would be quick, final, and completely earned — when and why did the show even decide he of all people was the sympathetic villain, anyway?

lastly, and perhaps controversially, i think morgana should've learned merlin's true identity by season 4. her being the first of the main characters to find out makes perfect sense considering their shared history and their interconnected and mirrored arcs. even the show seems to agree, considering she does find out a little before arthur. but the narrative itself tried pointing flashing neon arrows towards this way earlier — there is a whole entire episode in s4 where merlin being emrys is repeatedly spelled out for morgana and she still isn't allowed to see it. that episode makes her look like the stupidest person to ever live, which is pretty funny im not gonna lie, but also another frustrating thing in the endless string of frustrating things that make up this show.

morgana learning that merlin has magic would've transformed the source of merlin's anxiety from a crippling fear of being outed someday to the crippling fear of knowing she could out him at any moment. this would make him want to beat her to the punch (perhaps he'd consider killing her for a minute and decide against it because she isn't a cartoonishly insane evil person in my version of events) and maybe he would even feel some tentative excitement at the idea of coming clean, now that it seems inevitable. after all, he always intended to tell arthur eventually! and i think gaius would have to admit outright that he does not want merlin to tell arthur he has magic because he, gaius, simply cannot risk such a gamble. it would be so interesting to see gaius and merlin clash and disagree once it becomes obvious that it's not merlin that isn't ready for the reveal, it's gaius. delicious!

with morgana's knowledge looming, things would inevitably spiral into a magic reveal by the end of season 4. i picture this season as an absolute mess of miscommunication between everyone at camelot, which is, y'know, canon. growing increasingly cunning and vengeful, morgana would use this tension to her advantage, destabilizing the court from the outside while she creates alliances with other sorcerers outside of camelot (instead of living alone in a hovel for no reason — morgana le fay i'm sorry i'm so sorry they gave you agravaine instead of your all-female entourage oh my god).

and here's where the events would change beyond recognition (aka here's where the meta becomes the fanfic i refuse to write). picture it with me: a militia of sorcerers infiltrates camelot and arthur and gwen have to set aside their differences (assuming gwen kissing lancelot and arthur overreacting happens, which it should) for the good of the kingdom as well as for love. picture high priestess morgana in her element, side by side with a bunch of misfit sorcerers that aren't so easily vilified, chopping down camelot's soldiers and knights and assuredly making their way to the newly-minted king.

then, just as it starts to seem that all hope is lost, in swoops merlin (the actual merlin, not his old fart disguise) on dragonback (kilgharrah hates morgana so much i know his sexist ass would stoop to anything to stop her)!!! imagine merlin showing off the extent of his powers in front of everyone and preventing the sorcerers from getting any further, declaring loud and clear that camelot is protected by him, by emrys. imagine that display of power alone being enough to send everyone home.

imagine the loyalties clearly drawn: merlin on arthur's side, morgana on the sorcerers'. imagine arthur, feeling confused and betrayed by everyone at this point, banishing merlin despite everything he's done for him in the angstiest, most emotionally dysregulated scene the show had ever put to screen. imagine merlin starting season 5 free at last but very lonesome, an embittered dragonlord like his father. imagine the absolute mess camelot would become without him, even with gwen — now queen guinevere — there to pick up the slack. imagine arthur actually earning merlin back, finally growing into his role as king as he does so. imagine the reunion.

all this and more could've been not just possible but inevitable if morgana was allowed to remain a complex character that is neither inherently good nor inherently evil: it was undeniably the biased and one-note treatment of morgana's downfall by the writers that set the precedent for literally everything else that happened after merlin chose to poison her. the show wouldn't have even had to jeopardize its tone or the monster-of-the-week vibe, all it would've had to do is admit that even the "good guys" are capable of mistakes and what makes them good is the ability to feel remorse and change for the better. (as opposed to uther, who was miles beyond redemption since way before the pilot and deserved to lose everything and die alone. OBVIOUSLY???)

in a world where morgana remains multifaceted and sympathetic, mordred would get a better arc as well, so if we really wanted to, we could still end on the same tragic note that the show ended on. with so much harm inflicted onto so many innocent people by the pendragons for so long (including mordred and the many druids and sorcerers that raised him), it could realistically end up being a little too late for anything more than one shining glimpse of king arthur and the sorcerer merlin's short-lived golden age before fate catches up to them. glimpsing that reality just to immediately lose it would've been far more satisfying and far more tragic than whatever the writers thought they were doing with all that pointless carrot-dangling.

and finally, an ending in line with morgana's new and improved arc. in this version, rather than bleeding out on the forest floor alone, she would channel the morgan le fay we know from the legends: sobered up by the reality of her brother dying, she would use her high priestess status (and perhaps also her pendragon status) to be granted passage over to avalon alongside arthur on the boat — a one-way ride — just to make sure he gets there safely. this is her penance for the harm she has caused, the same way arthur's penance is to die and leave the true ruler of camelot (gwen) behind to achieve everything he was too slow and indecisive to build while he still had time.

merlin's penance, then, would be to stay behind and watch them cross over without him, waiting and waiting and waiting until they come back or until he can finally join them. which is a bit fucking harsh if i'm honest, so i'd at least make it slightly more faithful to the legends by having him return as an old man and letting him take a long nap under a tree by the shore, his body slowly enveloped by vines like the cobwebbed fisher king in 3x08, never fully sure if he's dreaming or if there really are strange shapes fading in and out of the fog over the lake. still tragic, but nevertheless a little more open-ended and whimsical than [TRUCK NOISES] THE END!

[two-white-butterflies]

archer | c16

Description: "All of my enemies started out friends, help me hold unto you." After a series of instagram posts - your ex-friend fabricates screenshots that almost end your career.

Author's Note: Inspired after listening to reputation.

natacha_ziguerra added to their story!

caption: y/n nation, this yo girl?

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ultraviolencekanada: CHAT, IS THIS REAL?

DARKLINGHOMIE23: She is messy

yourusername16: i never typed this thing before, tacha wtf ⁉️

yourusername16: ur broke ass got nothing to eat anymore? 💀

natacha_ziguerra: Ya'll may have seen my story and I just wanna let ya'll know that this girl has done so much worse... all the deets are in my patreon ... ya'll help a girl out. (Prices start at $5 Dollars.)

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yourusername16: what is this broke-ass behavior? boo i can pay for you and ur patreon, this isn't sum wattpad social media au bs.

yourusername16: trust, i will be in contact with my lawyers. - natacha_ziguerra: BABE you've been talking shit about so MANY popstars, Ari, Sza, Lehlani, Lana... you can call your lawyers but this aint slander because I'm telling the truth. ❤️ - yourusername16: @natacha_ziguerra 💀

yourusername16: your nemesis will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing. now he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky. camera credits to my baby: @Charles_Leclerc16

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ohnoloveme3: YN IS OVER PARTY

righthere99: YN IS OVER 🐍

Charles_Leclerc16: I'm proud of you for being strong ❤️

danielricciardo: You are one of the strongest women that I know. - heidiberger: 💗 stay strong yn!

kellypiquet: True power comes from the truth. You can do this! ✨

Charles_Leclerc16: I will always support, love and respect you. ✨

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maxverstappen1: ❤️

charlottehope8: Never believe posts that are evidently edited. Some people will use you for clout 💯

pierreGASLY: 💪🏽💗

yourusername16: Likewise, Mr. Leclerc

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TRENDING TOPICS ON TWITTER.

Y/NISOVERPARTY

YNSNEK

YNSNAKE

YN AND CHARLES

NATACHA ZIGUERRA PATREON

YNnation: Y/N has deactivated all of her social media account following the backlash. #YN #CHARLESLECLERC

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boodoyathang7: Imma keep streaming her songs idgaf

honeymoon: It saddens me that people in this modern age still believe in random BS from social media. Y/N is a close friend of mine, and she's never spoken about our peers in the disgusting way that her ex-friend illustrated. Furthermore, her ex-friend hid the evidence behind pay wall...and that says everything.

honeymoon: I will patiently wait until she returns to social media, but you heard it from me. These accusations are NOT real! And everyone who believed them should be ashamed of themselves. - lanadelcake3: SLAY QUEEN

(ONE YEAR LATER)

yourusername16: there will be no explanation, there will just be reputation. 🐍

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kellypiquet: I hit you like bang 💥

danielricciardo: I listened to it first 🙏🏻 - Charles_Leclerc16: 1/50 🤣

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yourusername16 with Charles_Leclerc16: This album will have zero promotion - only vibes. My single Queen of Disaster ft. Lana Del Rey will be out tonight - I'll show you more at midnight. ⏰💗💞

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kellypiquet: My favorite lyrics are: I'll be spinning like a ballerina 🩰 feeling gangster every time I see you. You're the King and baby I'm the Queen of Disaster. 💞

honeymoon: THIS WAS AMAZING!

taylorswift: 🥲 that's my baby

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Charles_Leclerc16: I'm proud of who you were, who you are, and who you will be. ❤️

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daeneryslove: This is real love

bello3chiao: FUCK ROMEO AND JULIET, I WANT WHAT THESE TWO BITCHES HAVE

spitme93: He's supported her throughout everything

honeymoon added to their story!

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yourusername16: aww thank you for the pic, lana 💗

TRENDING TOPICS ON TWITTER.

Y/N and Lana

Queen of Disaster

Reputation

Natacha Ziguerra Patreon

Y/N LECLERC

Y/N L/N TALKS ABOUT CANCEL CULTURE AND CYBERBULLYING.

Y/N L/N: I remember waking up - completely clueless as to why my phone was blowing up and apparently an ex-friend of mine decided to forge screenshots of me saying nasty things. And that opened up a realm of so much bullying.

Y/N L/N: I didn't love myself, I had a pretty low self esteem. While, the things that she shared weren't true - I thought that the critiques about my looks, my personality and my voice had some truth. When you don't love yourself, it's pretty easy to see your flaws.

Y/N L/N: My boyfriend, actually recommended that I take a social media break just to tune everything out. And that proved to be successful. I left the public eye for a year. I wasn't physically seen for more than a year and i't's been a wonderful journey of healing.

yourusername16: maybe reputation was the friends we made along the way...?

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Charles_Leclerc16: The Power of Friendship 👊🏼

charlottehope8: I love this picture

kellypiquet: We should be on the album cover. @maxverstappen1 @charlottehope8 - charlottehope8: Ditto 🤣

Charles_Leclerc16: My baby's fit like a daydream ☀️

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yourusername16: Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking tooo....

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[annymation]

Reimagining the characters in Wish

(Part 1- Asha)

Hey guys! I don’t really know how to start this, but let’s just say that I… Didn’t like how Disney’s 100th anniversary movie turned out, like at all.

But I can tell there was a lot of unexplored potential beneath this story, that in my opinion felt overly simple and bare bones.

But if you love it, that’s awesome, more power to you, I wish I could’ve loved it too. And I don’t want to rewrite it to show I’m “better than the writers at Disney” because I’m definitely not lol, I have no experience in writing, and I’m sure they put a lot of passion into the project and I respect them for that. But this movie inspired me with ideas for a different story that I think is worth telling.

But I won’t start telling it today, instead, I'll start a series of blogs sharing my ideas for changes in the characters and their stories, after I get some feedback I will start posting more of the story itself.

If you’re interested, then come along!

Asha✨

Personality

- Asha is a 18 year old girl, with a passion for drawing and helping those around her, sometimes even worrying more about helping others than helping herself

- She’s like a big sister to her 7 friends, always being the voice of reason and acting responsible, but not in a bossy way, she’s actually very playful with them

- To the people of Rosas tho, she's seen as kind of a weirdo, for you see, she spends almost every time of the day drawing in her sketchbook

- She practices everyday to become a better artist, and the people of Rosas find this to be very peculiar, after all, why would you take so much effort to perfect a talent when you can simply wait to turn 18 and wish for the king to make you an amazing artist?

- Asha doesn’t mind these comments, although they have made her less willing to share her drawings with others that aren’t her 7 friends

- As the story progresses we see Asha flourish from a shy and introverted girl to a brave woman who after discovering a terrifying secret about the kingdom’s rulers, steps in and inspires others to join her and fight an evil sorcerer king and his alchemist wife (yes, I made Amaya an alchemist, more on that on part 2 when I talk about how I’d change Magnifico and Amaya)

- Some Disney characters that share similarities with her personality wise are: Belle, Tiana, Pocahontas and Esmeralda

Main Traits:

Calm and mature

Determined

Passionate about her interests (drawing, dancing, philosophy and stars)

Helpful and generous

Perceptive and always questioning things around her that no one pays attention to (like why do all the artists only paint the King and Queen?)

Playful

Compassionate

Backstory

Oooh boy I gave this poor girl so much angst, okay let’s go

Asha grew up with her grandfather, her parents both died in a fire when she was just a baby

(this isn’t just to fit the “haha Disney princess has no parents” cliche, there’s plot relevance in this “mysterious fire” that I’ll talk about later)

Growing up with her grandpa, he’d always support her dream to be an artist, like her mother, who was an art teacher

Her mother not only drew really well, but she also was able to create the illusion that her drawings could move, by flipping through the pages of her sketch books

In other words, her mom was an animator

Asha saw this technic her mom used as a form of magic, so she would often tell her grandpa she wanted to “Do magic just like my mom”

Her father was a philosopher (this was established in the actual movie but never explored haha whyyyy), who taught people that working hard to achieve your dreams is not only rewarding, but also essential, because it’s part of the human nature to persevere and fight for what we believe, even if we fail, even if it’s hard, just keep moving forward.

This philosophy may sound very “umm duh” for me and you since we all know and hear everywhere nothing in life comes for free… But that’s not the case in Rosas

In this rewrite the kingdom wasn’t created by Magnifico, but rather the kingdom has existed for many generations, being ruled by different kings before Magnifico who also granted wishes… but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The point is that the culture of just asking the king to give you or make you whatever you want to be has been in this kingdom’s culture since forever, so when Asha’s dad comes out saying “hey! Maybe we should stop just relying on the king to make our dreams come true, right?” He’s actually being quite a revolutionary… and sharing a very dangerous belief to other people…

At this point you might suspect what caused that “mysterious fire”

So, back to Asha, growing up with her grandpa, they shared a lot of happy memories together. Reading her father's books and her mother's art books helped Asha connect with them even tho she never had them in her life.

But as her grandfather grew older, he became senile.

Asha went from being taken care of by her grandpa to being the one who took care of him when she was still around 13 years old, and when she turned 15 her grandfather passed away of old age

Asha went on to live with her best friend Dahlia, the two became like sisters.

Though she managed to move on from the loss of her grandfather, she could never shake the feeling that he died without getting his wish granted... But she had no way to prove that, it was just a feeling

The wish granting system works different in my rewrite, instead of there being a public wish granting ceremony once a month, there would only be a public wish TAKING ceremony, that would work just like in the movie, you turn 18, you go give your wish to the king yada yada yada.

But the wish granting part would work like this: Almost every night the king would release the wishes up in the sky, they would float down like balloons to their respective owners while they sleep, and once they woke up in the morning they'd feel that their wishes were granted, for they would wake up changed.

With this method, there's no way of confirming if someone really got their wish granted or not, unless you went to ask the king.

Asha never did ask the king if he granted her grandfather's wish, but her grandfather would sometimes express how he wasn't feeling completely fulfilled in his life, he felt like there was something... missing.

This feeling of hollowness persisted in him until the very end, no matter how hard Asha tried to help her grandfather, she never knew him as his real self, because he gave part of his soul to the king, the most beautiful part of his soul, his wish.

Asha had no proof that her grandfather didn't get his wish granted, only a gut feeling.

But because of this, Asha wasn't that thrilled to give her own wish to king magnifico, knowing there was the possibility of it never being granted.

Not to mention she didn’t even know what to wish for, “I’m just 18 and you guys expect me to already know what’s my heart’s deepest desire? I’m still figuring that out, all I know is that I wanna draw”

Plus she wanted to follow her father's philosophy and achieve her wish on her own, eventually, when she figured out what her wish even was.

Asha never rebelled against the system tho, she wasn't a confrontational person. She just accepted the people of Rosas preferred to rely on the king's magic, but that just wasn't for her.

However, on her 18 birthday, when it was expected of her to give her wish to the king, she simply said she didn't have a wish, and even if she did she wouldn’t want to hand it over, she wanted to make it come true on her own. This lead to an argument with the king, and after a series of events (that I don't have time to summarize here, but you can find out about it on my rewrite) leads to her finding out a terrible truth about her kingdom. And that's how her story begins.

Design

- I’d keep these braid ornaments that Asha had in the concept art

- Since in my rewrite she’s not that invested in the kingdom of Rosas, I’d remove all the Kingdom of Rosas symbols that are present in her design (there are a LOT of them)

- I’d replace these Rosas insignia with more star and constellations themed symbols, to reflect how Asha believes that the stars are connected to people and they can guide us, just like how her father believed.

Final Thoughts

My intentions with these changes were to give Asha a strong emotional hook, and something that makes her feel relatable.

The emotional hook here is how she spent so much of her life taking care of her grandfather that she kinda never had time to worry about her own desires, that alone can be relatable to caregivers of elderly people that watch their grandparents or even their own parents lose themselves as time passes, and end up worrying more about the person they’re taking care of than themselves.

Asha has this internal emotional conflict where she feels she needs to constantly help others the same way she helped her grandfather, and one of the things she’ll learn as the story progresses is that it’s not selfish of her to want more for HERSELF.

Another thing that would be relatable about Asha is her passion for drawing, and how most people in Rosas would say she’s wasting her time practicing so much when she can just wait until she turns 18 and wish to be amazing at drawing.

She’d never stop believing that taking her time to improve on her talent and trying again and again was worth every second of her time, because let me tell ya folks, drawing is HARD, and animating like Asha’s mom did is even HARDER, it takes a whole lot of practice, and Asha was determined to keep trying.

She’d be much like Belle, remaining true to herself even tho those around her considered her odd, and very passionate about drawing just as much Belle was passionate about reading.

I also find it funny how Asha’s motivations are fairly down to earth, like in Disney movies you usually have:

I want to be free from these palace walls!

I want to explore the ocean!

I want to open a restaurant!

I want to find true love!

And then there’s Asha here like

“My life is fine, I just wanna chill and draw stuff”

And that’s it, but, in her environment where everyone is expected to have this great wish that they have to give to the king so he’ll make it a reality, she’s kinda the odd one out, and I love that. Would be a great subversion of the Disney formula.

Of course after she learns Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions she gets a lot more agency and the desire to save her people, her “call for adventure” if you will.

But what are Magnifico and Amaya’s true intentions? Click here for part 2 and find out!

Thank You For Reading!

[kyunghwannie]

Who in twice have this wild experiences in sex. If you can give explanation much better.

You can put a member many times over if you think she experience more than one of this scenarios.

1.) Had sex in a public place.

2.) Had a quickie sex during break while having a concert.

3.) Had one night stand with a fan.

4.) Had sex with a man with big belly or fat man.

5.) Had sex with a much older man like 20+ years older.

6.) Had sex with a man having BBC or BWC.(Specify who's member prefers BBC or BWC)

P.s. This is part 1 of my ask since I thought of many scenarios so I decided to divide it. Take your time answering this bro, I know you can cook. 🔥

KYUNGHWANNIE’S "TWICE: BEHIND THE SCENES (WAY BEHIND)" SEXUAL ADVENTURES TIER LIST

Before that, go read Chaeng

(Disclaimer: This is 100% delulu fanfiction. But also… idols are human. And humans do wild shit. So let’s play pretend with sparkly judgment.)

1.) Had Sex in a Public Place

Winner: Sana (duh).

Where? Backstage at a music show, pressed against a mirror in the shared dressing room.

Why Her? That girl has zero fear. One wink at a staffer she trusted, and suddenly she’s hiking her skirt up in a supply closet, muffling her moans in his shoulder while the others rehearse "TT" down the hall.

Bonus Detail: She loved the risk—sweat dripping down her thighs, his fingers digging into her ass as she rode him, whispering "unnie could walk in…" just to feel him throb.

Honorable Mention: Nayeon (airplane bathroom. Allegedly.)

2.) Quickie During a Concert Break

Winner: Jihyo.

The Scene: Coachella. 90-degree heat. She’s drenched in sweat, still in her stage corset, and some VIP fan (who totally wasn’t Kyunghwannie, hehe) sneaks her into a trailer.

The Act: Bent over a makeup chair, skirt shoved up, him pounding into her like he’s trying to match the bass of "Feel Special." She came twice in 7 minutes.

Aftermath: Fixed her smudged lipstick, walked back onstage like nothing happened, and still hit the high note in "Cry For Me." Icon behavior.

3.) One-Night Stand with a Fan

Winner: Momo.

The Setup: After-party in Tokyo. Drunk, horny, and over the dating ban. Some ONCE with very good dance skills (and hands) flirted his way into her hotel room.

The Reality: She rode him reverse-cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce, then kicked him out at 4 AM with a "don’t tweet about this."

Regrets? Zero. But she did steal his hoodie.

4.) Sex with a Fat Man

Winner: Jeongyeon. (I judge you for this ask, anon. But I deliver.)

The Story: Post-breakup rebound. Some adorable chubby producer with dad vibes made her laugh, then ate her out like it was his last meal.

Her Review: "10/10, would suffocate again."

Kyunghwannie’s Note: I hate that what i wrote is kinda wholesome

5.) Sex with a Man 20+ Years Older

Winner: Mina.

The Plot Twist: It was her ballet instructor from her pre-debut days. Reconnected, "mentorship" got… hands-on.

The Dynamic: She let him tie her up with silk ribbons (for ~artistic purposes~), then cried when he fucked her with the maturity of a man who actually knows how to pace.

Why It Fits: Mina’s a secret old soul. Also, "respect your elders" took on a new meaning.

6.) BBC/BWC Enthusiast

Prefer BBC: Sana (again). Size queen energy. Once whimpered "it won’t fit—" before taking every inch like the champ she is.

Prefer BWC: Tzuyu. Shy until she’s not. Some blonde foreign model ruined her for mortal men.

Wildcard: Chaeyoung (no preference, but definitely drew her partner’s dick in her notebook afterward).

Final Verdict:

Most Likely to Have Done All of These: Sana. No further questions.

Least Likely (But Still Possible): Dahyun… unless it was in a church confessional. Then maybe.

(Remember, ONCE: This is fiction. But if you squint… 👀)

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KYUNGHWANNIE’S "TWICE & THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF PORN-BRAIN FANS" ROAST SESSION ✨

(Disclaimer: This is a 100% unserious, glitter-coated drag of porn tropes, not the members themselves. Idols are innocent angels who only drink smoothies and hold hands. Probably.)

Sparkly Judgment Delivered! ✨ (Now go touch grass, anon.)

1.) The "Fat Guy Kink" – AKA "Sir, This Is a Wendy’s"

Alleged Suspect: Jeongyeon (because I've seen most fic i saw of her insist in wattpad).

The "Plot":

"Ohhh, Jeongyeon loves a big teddy bear of a man!" – says every fanfic written by someone who watches too much "Chubby CEO Seduces Idol" JAV.

Reality Check: Jeongyeon’s type is literally "someone who brings me food and leaves." She’s not climbing Mount Dad Bod for plot convenience.

Roast Level: 🌟 "If I wanted a belly, I’d just wait for Momo to finish eating." – Jeongyeon, probably.

2.) The "BBC/BWC Obsession" – AKA "Pornhub Called, They Want Their Stereotypes Back"

Alleged Suspects: Sana (BBC) & Tzuyu (BWC)

The "Logic":

"Sana’s Japanese, so obviously she craves BBC!" – 🤓 

"Tzuyu’s tall, so she needs BWC to match!" – 🤡

Reality Check:

Sana would actually prefer someone who can keep up with her energy, not just their shoe size.

Tzuyu is not a math equation ("if height = dick length, then…"). Girl just wants a guy who doesn’t faint when she looks at him.

Roast Level: ✨ "Anon, you’ve been watching too much ‘Foreigner Corrupts Innocent girl’ category. Go outside."

Final Verdict:

TWICE’s real kinks? Personal space, sleep, and not being shipped with random body types.

Sparkly Roast Complete! 🌈 (Now go watch a cooking show or something. Reset that algorithm.)

💎 P.S. for Anon: "No kink-shaming here, babes—just a gentle, sparkly reality check that real-life TWICE isn’t the weird JAV plot where a big bbc guy pound them into oblivion or a pervy fat guy is leeching on them. Maybe if It's like fluff, iam acceptable to it. Wholesome fun is smth else.. Enjoy your fantasies, but maybe balance that diet with some fresh air and a cold shower. Love ya! ✨" and dont argue with me or else I'll make a smut with the same trope saying it is you who is the Guy- oh wait, you’d enjoy it anyway. SHIT!-

(Translation: Go off, but hydrate.)

[elsa-fogen]

What's your favorite Icy moment?

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. BEWARE, LONG POST, FULL OF LOVE FOR ICY AND SCREENSHOTS (mostly from the second film)

Episode 10 season 2, moment where they're solving the puzzle to get the codex

Well, it's more like favorite moment for all the Trix, i guess, but especially Icy because she says "i love you" to Darcy, then threatens to fucking kill her lmao, DODGES THE ATTACKS, KILLS SKY, and solves the damn puzzle like a queen.

This is what pops in my head when i think of a "favorite Icy moment"

Tho before I rewatched, i'd say that it's season 3 episode 1. Actually, this is still iconic Icy moment and I love it just as much (can't say the same about the rest of season 3...)

Like. First of all, who was that genius that said, hmm yes, let's send ICE witch in the ICE prison, sure nothing can go wrong! Second, Icy is SLAYING. Her line after she frees herself... It still echoes in my head in russian, because that's how i first heard this moment. Then

Just look at her and look at Darcy and Stormy. SHE'S SLAYING AND HAVING FUN.

ALSO I LOVE (and hate) moment from season 2 where she freezes Tecna second before she transforms. I love it because like SLAY, as you SHOULD, BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. Like the winx always have fucking plot armor, and when they don't - this happens.

I actually love every moment of her being unhinged, and every moment of her using too much power for something that doesn't need THIS much effort. Like in episode 2 she was trying to blast the winx and burry them under the snow and like, half of Magix could see the light from it. Girl they are just freshments, you don't need to be so extra. Or in the next episode where she creates the damn iceberg to freeze Bloom (AND SHE MISSED this is funny and not offensive to her character because Bloom just got lucky) OR WHEN SHE FREEZES THE LAKE AND CREATES PILLAR OF ICE AS TALL AS FREAKING CLOUD TOWER IN THE FIGHT WITH BLOOM. Like. Yes. She's so damn powerful and doesn't afraid to show it. (Like Darcy and Stormy were exhausted much faster and they didn't use nearly as much magic as Icy) (season 3 did her dirty and i hate it. >:\) (season 3 lobotomized the trix, fuck this season) WELL EVEN IN SEASON 3 I REMEMBER ONE MOMENT where she was trying to find pixie village and was just FREEZING THE WHOLE FOREST? And when she's like getting mad and her power thickens in the air, like, how FAR can it go??

She's so extra.

OH ALSO.

The second film. Every second of her being on screen. God damn i love this film, let me fill this post with screenshots from it (PLEASE GIVE ME THIS DAMN MOVIE IN 4K 😭😭) (Also WHY DIDN'T THEY KEEP THIS STYLE IN 3D. IF THEY DID I WOULDN'T DROP SEASON 5, I'D EVEN WATCH THE THIRD MOVIE, WHY WHY WHY...) (In the perfect world winx reboot has this style and it slays.)

I WISH SHE STEPPED ON ME WITH THEM HEELS

BTW fun fact about this moment. In russian we have 2 versions of "you" - singular ("ты"), which is used for casual talks like with friends and people you know very well; and plural ("вы"), which can also be used as singular for people you respect or don't know too well (your boss, older people and like that). using "ты" talking to someone older than you or someone you don't know counts as disrespect. So the fact is, in this scene Icy uses "вы" talking to the king. Idk why, i just think it's funny detail. She'll threaten his life and demand something, but with respect ✨✨

Her casual outfit is kinda shiny lol

This is how you transform with style ✨

Also they have shield around them in this moment, smart move (i'm sure it's a shield) even if winx are too slow to use this moment to attack them

(btw, i love how Darcy from a nerd turns into... this. if they were real there's like 60-70% chance that i fr wouldn't recognize her)

She got hit in the back, and had quick enough thinking to grab stella and drop her too, QUEEN

SHOULD I EVEN SAY ANYTHING

✨S✨L✨A✨Y✨

Icy being extra once again

She literally NEVER does this in actual series and i'm ANGRY. I hope the reboot will give us some more cool fights like in this film. Please. Don't fuck this up i'm begging you...

I kinda love how her cape just. hangs behind her. or wraps around her. like an actual piece of fabric with certain weight.

And i also love how her hair move too (but sometimes i'm like no WAY her hair stay behind her back I DON'T BELIEVE!) (i was trying to make such tail for myself and my hair fall on my face after EVERY slight tilt of my head) (but also my hair like 3 times shorter than hers, BUT STILL)

she wishes that it was bloom instead

TOUCH. They really almost never touch each other, so every time it happens something inside me explodes with joy and happiness.

She's so cute with this smile, she's literally said :>

hands.

Icy to Darcy: Are you scared? Eng dub: Icy sounds like she's teasing Darcy Rus dub: Icy sounds almost like it was genuine question and concern

GAHHH DHFGHSJHFSHF 😭😭😭 THEM!

Also english voice for Icy in this movie is kinda annoying ngl, her russian voice is way better. And them reading the spell sounds more intimidating. Even if you don't know the language, just check out ru dub, Icy sounds MUCH better there (can't say for the rest of the voices tho... be careful with Darcy's, she sounds really different)

UWU AHHH SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Icy: So sorry, we have to reschedule 😅 *grabs Erendor like a bag and flies away*

This moment made me laugh so much when i saw it for the first time, like, she sounds SO SILLY.

Btw HOW STRONG IS SHE? She holds an adult ass overweight man with one hand! He must be at least 100 kilos i think? damn girl. This is kinda scary.

Dropped a man to his death infront of his son with this silly innocent smile. A true icon. I really should make a video counting every time Icy attempts to kill someone.

Icy protects not only herself, but her sisters too 🥲🥲

season 3 WISHES it was just as good. She's deflecting Bloom's attack with one hand and attacks someone else with the other!

Also, side note, damn, musa and flora really love attacking Stormy together :\ (deleted screenshots (to add more Icy screenshots HJjHJGFDFJ) of their attack on her from 2 different moments, flora ties her with vines and musa blasts. UNFAIR!)

WHY SO CUTE (my poor baby girl is scared 😭) (damn i LOVE her blue eyes AHHH she's so gorgeous)

SHE WAS TRYING TO ATTACK, UNHINGED WOMAN. CLINICALLY INSANE.

also i really think they messed up Liliss (almost wrote Lilith LOL) and Beladonna's places all over the film LMAO.

also, speaking of Icy moments

psychologist: Icy with pyrokinesis doesn't exist she can't hurt you Icy with pyrokinesis:

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS? She never did this before, never does it again, like WHAT? This always confuses me so much. Like ???? is it the dragon fire they stole from Bloom?? They still have it?? So many questions about these 5 seconds.

shit i used exactly 30 pictures in this post. Damn.

i DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT IN THE POST, SO I'M SAYING IT HERE! On rewatch i noticed that Icy has the least amount of verbal spells from the main cast (winx+trix). At least it feels tike it. Like, in season 1 i think she literally used only 3 verbal spells in 3rd episode. She's so good that she doesn't need to say her spells out loud most of the time! I'm gonna rewatch everything again, just to count every verbal and non-verbal use of magic by all of them. And then find ratio of verbal to non-verbal spells for each of them.

also side note, i was looking for Icy's spells, but noticed something else. when Bloom transformed, in english Icy says

That's an awfully cute little fairy outfit

Sounds neutral and sarcastic. BUT IN RUSSIAN DUB IT'S SOMEHOW SOUNDS REALLY FUCKING GAY! i'll try to adapt it for you...

You have a very pretty fairy outfit

???????????????? WHY??????????????????

OKAY I'LL STOP HERE, I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS POST FOR 4 HOURS, AND I NEED TO WORK!

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Enter Merla: Queen of Darkness!!! 🖤✨

I was pretty disappointed when VLD didn't explore the culture and politics of the Galra Empire more, especially after Lotor took the throne, and I was also quite disappointed with Merla's cameo. So I decided to take a crack at her design myself! Some backstory below!!

I made her Acxa's twin sister because while I don't believe it was confirmed, I always thought that 80's Merla's character must have been divided into the four women who became Lotor's generals in VLD, so why not make Merla and Acxa related? Plus in every piece of fiction you need to have at least one set of twins ;) That's just da rules babeyy~

Acxa and Merla are from Planet Drule (a loyal territory of the Galra Empire) and are half-Galra and half-Drule. They are not of royal descent, and since they were children they were looked down on because they are half-breeds. As the oldest, Acxa takes on the responsibility of looking after Merla, who over the years begins to grow restless with the two of them settling for low-ranking positions in the army and living a less than satisfying life.

One day exiled Prince Lotor comes to oversee the planet just as Merla is planning a coup to overthrow the corrupt Drule king. The coup fails, and wanting to protect her sister, Acxa takes the blame even though she had nothing to do with it. When she is sentenced to death, Lotor, seeing the potential and skill Acxa possesses, offers to pardon her in exchange for her loyalty to him, thus saving her life (it is my personal headcanon that Acxa is the first of the generals to be recruited). She accepts and tries to convince Merla to come with her, but Merla refuses and insists on staying, saying that she wants to change things on Drule, and that by leaving Acxa is abandoning her. The two part ways on bad terms, and do not see each other for many years.

Merla eventually succeeds in taking the throne, her followers assassinate the king, and she becomes queen of Drule. She and Acxa have the occasional run-in, which is how Lotor and the other generals get to know her more. There is still lingering resentment between the two sisters, however, particularly on Merla's part. The events of VLD proceed as normal up until the end of season 5, and I personally would like to take out Lotor killing Narti and the generals turning against him. Now emperor, Lotor works tirelessly to unite his people and deal with the growing Galra factions which plot to rise up against him.

News of Lotor's ascent to the throne spreads throughout the universe, and soon Queen Merla is paying a visit to the Empire and demanding an audience with him. She knows all about the Galra factions, including Sendak's Fire of Purification, and proposes that she and Lotor marry in order to combine the forces of both the Galra Empire and Planet Drule. If Lotor accepts, the two nations will become stronger than ever and no one will dare stand against them. If he refuses, Merla will merely seek support from the factions, perhaps even form an alliance with Sendak, who will eventually try to take the Galra throne himself.

What can this mean for not only the Galra Empire, but for Voltron and the Coalition as well?? What can this mean for Lotor and Allura's developing relationship??? For those who haven't seen the 80's show, Queen Merla debuts in the US-made 2nd season. She and Lotor are actually engaged for a time! Merla is cold, cunning, and calculating like Lotor, and perhaps even a little more manipulative. She enjoys being entertained and can on occasion be condescending.

And this is not meant to create any unnecessary love triangle between Merla, Lotor, and Allura. While Merla has people in her life she cares for and she respects Lotor, her first priority is maintaining her seat on the throne and looking after her people, so she really only sees Lotor as a means to gain more power. Lotor recognizes this, because he mostly shares the same mindset as her and can see the benefits of marrying her, regardless of his own feelings. And how does Allura feel about this whole matter?? 👀 Only time will tell, though it is also likely that the princess may be too proud to ever reveal how she truly feels. At the end of the day, I just think it would be fascinating to explore more of the politics of the VLD universe and the complications that come with ruling an entire empire whilst trying to keep alliances and territories intact. Plus it would make for some fun drama! Particularly in the romance category hehe.

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Beneath the Eyes of the Seven

hi angels,

i've been very sad, and i can't sleep, so i wrote something that hurts. it's based on this request. i definitely dont consider this a full fic, and its probably the shortest thing i've ever written. love you.

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Summary: You were crowned in silence and touched by hands that should have never reached for you.

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, angst, suggestive, cheating, fem!reader, no use of y/n or description of reader, forbidden love ig

Queen!Reader x Alicent Hightower

MDNI!

You never loved Aegon.

You tried. On your wedding night, you held your breath and let him fumble with your gown, and when it was over you said nothing. You stared at the canopy of your bed and counted your breaths until dawn. He had already rolled over and begun to snore. You went to the sept the next morning and whispered apologies to a god you weren’t sure was listening. You took your seat beside him at court and smiled when he spilled wine. You nodded when he called you sweet. You watched as the crown weighed heavier and heavier on his shoulders, and still, you tried.

But it was never him.

It was never supposed to be him.

She was the one who met your eyes as you knelt for the wedding vow. The one who placed the circlet atop your head with trembling hands. The one who whispered, may the Seven keep you through clenched teeth, even as her fingers lingered too long against your temple. You had sworn yourself to her son, but you were already breaking that vow the moment your gaze lifted to hers and you didn’t look away.

You told yourself it was a passing thing. You told yourself you admired her. That it was only respect. Only gratitude.

You told yourself this every time your shoulder brushed hers in the corridor and you felt heat ripple down your spine. Every time she tucked a loose curl behind your ear in the godswood and her fingers dragged a breath too slow across your cheek. Every time she said your name in that voice that never quite sounded like everyone else’s.

Still, you held your tongue.

You watched her light the candles at the altar with hands that never shook. You watched her bow her head and close her eyes and murmur prayers with lips you couldn’t stop thinking about. You told yourself she was holy. You told yourself she was beyond reach.

And then one night she stayed too long in your chambers.

The fire had burned low. The servants had gone. You had poured her a second cup of wine without asking, and she had taken it with a look that made your stomach twist. She was seated beside you on the couch, her knees tucked in, your skirts brushing. The space between you could have held a dagger. Could have drawn blood.

She said your name and then didn’t speak again.

You didn’t speak either. You just looked at her. Her hair had come loose at the nape of her neck. Her sleeves were embroidered with tiny gold roses, and you wondered how long it had taken her to sew them, or if someone else had done it for her. Her fingers tapped once against the rim of the cup.

When she turned toward you, your thigh pressed to hers.

You didn’t move. The air thickened.

“You should go,” you whispered.

She nodded. But she didn’t.

“I should go,” she said.

But she didn’t.

You don’t remember which of you leaned in first. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was inevitable. Her mouth was warm and soft and unfamiliar and utterly devastating. She kissed you like she’d never kissed anyone before. She kissed you like she meant to confess and atone all at once.

You didn’t sleep that night. You stayed on the floor in front of the hearth, pressed chest to chest, speaking in fragments. You didn’t touch again. You didn’t need to. Not when her breath was this close. Not when her hand curled into yours beneath your skirts and held tight as though she might drown without it.

In the morning she was gone.

You waited a week before you saw her again. She didn’t speak of it. Neither did you. But when she passed you in the hall, her fingers grazed your sleeve. When you knelt beside her during prayer, her eyes flicked toward you instead of the altar. When your hand brushed hers over the armrest at court, neither of you pulled away.

You learned her silences.

You learned the way she stood when she was trying not to cry. The way her lashes trembled when she blinked too hard. The way she looked down when your voices overlapped, as if the sound alone might damn you.

She stopped going to the sept so often. You stopped asking her why.

The second time it happened, it was raining. You were both soaked, robes clinging, the scent of wet stone and candle wax hanging heavy between you. You had argued. You don’t remember what about. She had called you careless. You had called her a coward. Her voice broke when she said your name and you kissed her to keep from hearing it again.

It was messier, rougher. Her hands gripped your waist too tightly. You bit her lip when she tried to pull away. She gasped your name like a prayer and you buried your face in her neck and whispered that you didn’t care, not anymore, not when she was here, not when she touched you like that.

She didn’t stay the night. She never did.

You wondered if she prayed afterward. If she lit a candle in secret and begged the gods to forgive her. If she wept with shame.

You did.

You wept into your pillow more times than you could count. You woke in the dark, aching, empty, fingers curled around the edge of the sheets as if they could become her.

Sometimes Aegon reached for you in the night and you turned away.

Sometimes you let him.

But you never closed your eyes. You never said his name.

You dreamed of her voice. You dreamed of her mouth against your wrist, your throat, your collarbone. You dreamed of waking with her beside you. Of eating in silence and touching beneath the table and not having to hide it anymore.

You dreamed of things she would never give you.

She called it a mistake once. She said it in the dark when she thought you were asleep. Her back was to you. Her hands were folded over her chest. She said it so softly you almost didn’t hear.

You didn’t tell her you were awake. You didn’t move.

But it stayed with you. It rooted in your chest and grew vines and thorns.

A mistake. A sin. A shame she would carry for the rest of her life.

You still went to her.

You still let her undress you with shaking fingers. Still let her touch the places that no one else had ever touched gently. Still let her whisper things into the hollow of your throat that sounded far too much like love.

You told yourself it meant something. But you were the queen in name only. She was the mother of the king. The dowager queen. The pious one. The one cloaked in sacrifice and silence.

You were the one the gods would not forgive.

You were just the girl who married her son. And she was just the woman who could never look at you in the light.

And still, somehow, it didn’t stay hidden. Not forever.

You don’t know who told him. Not exactly.

But Aegon stops touching you.

He doesn’t say anything. Not at first. He still sits beside you at supper. Still lets your hand rest on his arm when the court is watching. Still slurs his way through small talk with the lords and laughs a little too loud at nothing at all.

But something changes. He stops kissing your cheek. He stops asking where you go in the mornings. He stops looking surprised when you come back late.

He just stops. And it makes you wonder if it was always this easy to look the other way.

Alicent does not ask about it. She only folds her hands a little tighter. She keeps to her chambers more often. She does not smile when you enter the room anymore. Her voice is always soft now, even when it’s breaking.

You try not to go to her. You try.

But then there’s a storm, and you cannot sleep, and your footsteps find their way back to her door like they always do. She lets you in without a word. You sit beside the fire, both of you still, both of you pretending there is nothing between you but silence.

“I think he knows,” you say.

She says nothing. You stare into the flames until the colors blur. “Maybe he’s always known.”

Her fingers twitch against the armrest. She looks tired. There’s a gray shadow beneath her eyes that hasn’t left in weeks.

“I told you we shouldn’t have—”

You cut her off. “I know what you told me.”

The quiet between you sharpens. You close your eyes and let your head fall back against the chair. The rain is louder now. You hear it hammering the stones, echoing against the glass like fists.

“You regret it.”

It isn’t a question.

Alicent breathes out, barely. “I regret that I let it begin.”

You open your eyes. She’s staring into the fire. She won’t look at you.

“And now?” you ask. “Do you regret it now?”

She doesn't answer. That hurts more than it should.

You stand too quickly. The chair scrapes the floor. She flinches. You don’t care. You walk toward the door like you mean to leave, but your fingers shake when they touch the handle. You hate yourself for coming here. For needing her. For letting her crawl beneath your skin so deeply you forgot what it felt like to breathe without her.

“You’re the one who kissed me,” you say. It comes out too loud. “Don’t act like this was something I forced on you.”

“I know what I did,” she snaps. “You think I don’t relive it every night?”

You turn to her slowly. “Then why do you keep letting me in?”

Her lips part. Her hands uncurl. She doesn’t speak.

You take a step forward. Just one. “Why do you reach for me when you think no one’s watching?”

“Don’t—”

“Why do you cry when I touch you?”

“I said stop.”

“Why do you kiss me like it’s killing you?”

The words hit her like a slap. And you almost say more. You almost tear the whole room down with the rest of it. You almost tell her you love her, you need her, that you dream of her voice and the smell of her skin and the weight of her body pressed to yours like a secret only the gods are cruel enough to keep.

But she speaks first.

“You are my son’s wife.”

It’s the same line. The same curse. The same chain she wraps around both your necks and pulls tight until neither of you can breathe.

You laugh. It sounds hollow.

“You only remember that when it’s morning,” you say. “You only say that when I ask you to stay.”

She closes her eyes. She doesn’t deny it. You walk back to her slowly. You kneel beside her chair and rest your hand against her knee. Her breath hitches. You feel her fingers twitch against the armrest. You speak so softly she has to lean in to hear.

“You’ll never leave me,” you whisper. “And you’ll never let me go.”

She trembles. Just once. Then her hand covers yours.

And you both stay there in the dark, holding onto something neither of you has the strength to end.

You knew it would come to this. You just thought you'd have more time.

It happens in the throne room, though there’s no king in it. Not really. Aegon is sprawled half-asleep across the steps, wine staining his mouth, his voice hoarse with whatever he screamed before you walked in. The doors are still open. Ser Cole is nowhere to be seen. You step inside with the hem of your dress soaked in rainwater, and that’s when you hear it.

“You think I didn’t know?”

He doesn’t sound angry. That’s what unsettles you most.

“You think I haven’t heard the whispers? You think I don’t see how she looks at you?”

You don’t ask who he means. He stands with a slow, shaky breath. The wine bottle in his hand falls and shatters against the steps. He doesn’t flinch. His eyes are glassy. He takes a step toward you, then another, then stops.

“My mother.”

You don’t speak.

He laughs. Just once. Then he says your name like it’s poison in his mouth.

“You’ve been fucking my mother.”

The word strikes you in the chest. Not because it’s true. Not because it’s crude. But because it sounds like grief.

You don’t say anything. What could you?

His lip curls. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? The way she looks at you. The way you vanish after supper. You’re not even subtle.”

He’s not angry in the way you expected. It’s worse. It’s hollow.

“She was the only one I had left,” he says. “And you took her too.”

That breaks something in you.

“I never meant to,” you say quietly.

It’s the truth. But it’s not enough. His hand curls into a fist. For a moment, you think he’ll strike you. You almost want him to.

But he doesn’t. He just steps back, says nothing more, and leaves you standing alone with the weight of everything he didn’t say.

You leave before he can. You don’t stop walking until you reach her door. You don’t knock.

She’s standing by the window. She knows.

Her eyes are red. Her hands are clasped so tight you wonder if she even feels the blood rushing from them.

“He knows,” you say.

“I know.”

She still won’t look at you. You walk closer. The rain outside has turned the sky black. The fire behind you crackles low. You want her to speak. You want her to turn and take your hand and say your name and say it doesn’t matter.

But she doesn’t.

“We have to end this,” she says.

Your throat tightens. “No.”

She finally turns. Her face is soaked in something that isn’t just rain. “It has to end.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“No,” you say. “No, I don’t. I don’t know why you keep running from this.”

“Because I am the Queen Dowager,” she says, voice shaking. “Because you are my son’s wife. Because the realm is not kind. Because I will never be free of what they expect of me. And neither will you.”

You walk to her. You take her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

“I would have given it all up,” you whisper. “For you.”

Her lip trembles. “I know.”

Your foreheads press together. Her breath is shallow. You feel her tears hit your skin.

“Don’t make me let you go,” you whisper.

She sobs once—quiet, broken, the kind of sound you’ll never forget. Then she pulls back, just enough to look at you. Just enough to see the end in your eyes.

“I already have.”

You kiss her. One last time. It’s not gentle. It’s not desperate. It’s not even goodbye. It’s everything. When you leave her chambers, the rain has stopped.

But the ache hasn’t.

It never will.

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋😭

Jason Todd and ex girlfriend, Artemis Grace, spotted outside a club together just hours ago! May this old flame be finding its spark again? (8/20/2022 3:14 AM PT)

For months now, people have been buzzing after Gotham elite Jason Todd and singer Y/N Y/LN hinted at being in a relationship. Ever since this past March when they were initially spotted together, fans have done nothing short of obsessing over the two.

Artemis Grace, former girlfriend of Jason, had gotten into some hot water recently when insiders claimed that the singer had something to do with leaking Y/N’s unreleased track, Fantasize.

As mentioned in former articles, TMZ investigators came to the conclusion that Artemis was involved in publishing the song as a way of “getting her lick back”. Time logs show that the dubbed “rival” singer entered the same studio as Y/N not too long after she left for the night.

Many people online have been more than vocal about their love for the song, despite the fact that it was released without the artist’s consent.

While Artemis has yet issue a statement regarding the accusations, she seems to have plenty of time to be out partying with her ex.

Fast forward to last night, when just hours ago, Jason and Artemis were seen leaving a nightclub together and looking very close for comfort. Onlookers were not only shocked, but absolutely gagged when they saw the two hugging each other goodbye.

With their late night rendezvous breaking headlines, some fans are starting to question if Jason may have also played a part in helping Artemis, or if they ever really broke up at all!

The exes, who were romantically involved for almost two years, have a long history of being toxic towards each other. Their on-again-off-again relationship was notorious for its dysfunctionality, making it hard to keep up most of the time.

It wasn't until late last year when both Jason and Artemis officially called it quits by posting an announcement on their respective Instagram accounts (although many were skeptical to believe it).

Despite the initial shock of the situation, it begs the question: Where does Y/N stand in all of this?

Fans of the singer songwriter were quick to come to her support, majority of whom expressing their clear disappointment in Jason.

“I was really betting on these two,” says Twitter user @y/n’scoochiehairs. “I feel like a child of divorce…”. The fan account, while only just a few months old, grew exponentially due to their constant posts about the alleged couple.

Many sentiments like this have been circulating the internet once the pictures from last night began to surface. Y/N is notorious for putting her emotions into her songs, so at least we know she’ll be releasing new music soon, right?

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user1: oh she really aint playing...

user2: COOK HIM GOOD SIS!!

user3: girl this is a whole bar put this energy into a song or sumn😭

user4: sooo what im hearing is that ur single🤔

⤷ user5: ntm on my wife now..

user6: this next album bouta be BIBLICAL

user7: genuinely hope youre doing okay🥺🫶

user8: ily queen🩷

people you may know!

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@artemisofmighdall: last night was a dream✨

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user1: first you mess with her music then you mess with her man.. if bold was a person…

user2: the hell is she smiling so damn big for?? ain’t shit funny😐

user3: girl you betta PRAY i don’t catch you in these streets…

user4: “last night was a dream” yeah and you in for a rude awakening cuz wth💀

user5: these comments killing me😭

user6: you already going to hell for being a ginger now you just making it worse for yourself🤦‍♀️

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end notes: is jason involved or is he just being framed👀 lmk what you think!!

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Body Language Secrets of the Social Elite

You can say all the right things, but if your body language screams nervous intern instead of boardroom queen, you’re losing half the game.

The social elite know how to walk into a room and own it without saying a word. Here’s how to channel that energy - because posture speaks louder than words.

✨1. The Walk That Says “I’ve Arrived”

Your entrance is your opening act. Make it count.

Slow down. Rushing into a room makes you look frantic. Walk at a pace that says, I belong here.

Take up space. Shoulders back, chest open, chin slightly raised. Think swan, not pigeon.

The head turn. Pause for half a second to glance around the room like you’re assessing the vibe. This is the nonverbal equivalent of saying, Don’t worry, I’ve got this.

Pro tip: Practice walking with purpose at home. It’s not just for runway models.

✨2. The Handshake That Commands Respect

Yes, people still judge you by your handshake. (And no, this doesn’t mean crushing bones.)

Firm, not aggressive. You’re not trying to arm wrestle; you’re signaling confidence.

Hold eye contact. A handshake without eye contact is like a text without punctuation: awkward and unsettling.

Lean in slightly. Not too much, just enough to show you’re engaged and present.

A bad handshake is memorable - for all the wrong reasons. Nail this and you’re already ahead.

✨3. Master the “Resting CEO Face”

Your default expression should say approachable authority.

Relax your forehead. No furrowing or over-lifting eyebrows. You’re confident, not shocked.

Smile... a little. A hint of a smile softens your face without making you look overly eager.

Keep your gaze steady. Darting eyes make you seem nervous. A calm, direct gaze says, I’m comfortable in my skin.

If you can’t tell if you’ve nailed it, practice in front of a mirror. Yes, really.

✨4. The Art of the Intentional Gesture

Every movement you make should feel purposeful.

Use your hands sparingly. Wild gestures are distracting, save them for karaoke night.

Mirror subtly. If the person you’re speaking to crosses their arms, lightly rest your own hands in a similar way. It builds rapport without them realizing it.

Own your space. Whether you’re seated or standing, avoid shrinking yourself. Keep your hands visible and movements open. It signals honesty and confidence.

Pro tip: Watch interviews of charismatic public figures for inspiration. Their gestures are goldmines of subtle influence.

✨5. Posture Is Everything

Think about your body language even when you’re not the focus of attention.

Stand like you mean it. Feet shoulder-width apart, weight evenly distributed. You’re not waiting for the bus, you’re holding court.

Sit like you’re on a throne. Back straight, shoulders relaxed, hands resting lightly on your lap or table. No slouching into the chair like it’s movie night.

Avoid fidgeting. Twirling your hair or tapping your pen screams nervous energy. Stillness is power.

Good posture isn’t just attractive, it’s magnetic.

✨6. The Look That Keeps Them Hooked

Eye contact is your secret weapon, but there’s an art to it.

The 70/30 Rule. Hold eye contact 70% of the time, breaking away occasionally to keep it natural. Too much and you look like you’re in a staring contest.

The triangle gaze. Shift your gaze subtly between their eyes and their mouth. It creates a sense of connection without being intense.

Blink like a human. Seriously. Forgetting to blink is not the power move you think it is.

People will remember how you made them feel - and nothing feels better than being truly seen.

✨7. Own the “Power Pause”

Silence can be your best friend.

Don’t rush to fill gaps. A well-timed pause shows you’re thoughtful and unbothered by awkward silence.

Use pauses for impact. Before answering a question or delivering a key point, take a beat. It adds gravitas to whatever you say next.

Let them lean in. Pausing mid-sentence forces people to hang on your every word. It’s the ultimate mic-drop move.

The power pause says, I’m in control of this moment.

✨Your Body Speaks Before You Do

Charisma isn’t just about what you say, it’s about how you show up. Mastering body language isn’t about faking confidence; it’s about embodying it. So stand tall, walk like you’ve got somewhere important to be, and let your posture do the talking.

[arcielee]

Quietly, it slips through your fingers

Summary: Rhaena confronts Aemond after dinner. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Rhaena Targaryen Word Count: 2.7k+ Warnings: Aemond is an asshole, but he is the consent king. Sexual inexperience, kissing, grinding, fingering. Then he is an asshole again. Author's Note: This is dedicated to the wonderful @witheredoffherwitch for always encouraging the brainrot, no matter my ship. Thank you to the amazing, the talented @myfandomprompts for this gif, it is perfection ✨ And thank you to my beloved beta readers @breanime and @aemondtarqaryens. Your comments had me cackling and your feedback let me know I was doing this ship justice. This will only have two parts!

“You should not have stopped me.”

Though her tone was accusatory, Rhaena knew well enough that her sister was only expelling steam, her frustration from the night still kindling the fire in her veins. 

Instead, Rhaena said nothing. She followed after her twin and her fury, her own footfalls quiet in the wake of Baela and their father. Daemon peered over his shoulder, a quick glance to catch her gaze, his signature smirk splayed across his lips. He then said to his eldest: 

“Your behavior tonight was hardly befitting for a princess,” Rhaena saw how his eyes teased, glittering in the candlelight that lined the corridor, “much less that of the future queen of Westeros.” 

His intention worked, as Daemon knew his daughter well. He glowed in the amber light, in the proximity of his progeny. He always saw his reflection in Baela, in her passion that bridled beneath; she was fearsome, though brash, and both quick witted and quick to action. Her temper was a weapon to wield, but could be swayed. 

Rhaena knew that their father loved them equally, but Baela was the embodiment of the future of his bloodline, whereas she haunted Daemon with the memory of their mother, Laena. In contrast to her twin, she was a gentle echo of their mother, with the same quiet resolve, a strength kept tucked away. She also had an innate ability to be mindful, to read people in an almost intimate way. 

Which was why she knew to step forward and catch her sister around her waist.

Which was why Baela now had an unrest to her steps, but Daemon knew his words would draw the attention onto himself rather than Rhaena. 

Baela turned her agitation onto him, the very same eyes that were gifted by his blood now curdled near black with her emotions. Daemon met her gaze, amused, unbothered. Rhaena knew their exchange would rumble the cobblestone of the Keep–heated, albeit respectful of one another. Their father always welcomed it, but also knew how to reign in her passion that thrummed beneath. 

“You should have done something,” her lips curled upwards, her tone now taunting the old dragon. 

It was then that Rhaena noticed a slip of silver; Aemond–and she was certain, her face burning with her recognition of his now grown form. After their arrival to the capital, she was quick to see that the petulant child she remembered was now matured, lithe and lean and with a grace to his steps that now pulled him into the opposite direction. 

Was he following us…?

The audacity sparked something within her. As Baela squared off to their father, Rhaena knew she could slip away in the smoke that rose thick from their egos, the same size of the dragons that they rode. 

Her fingers lifted her skirts, allowing purpose to her pace as she followed after the shadow that Aemond made, flitting through the corridors and crevices of Maegor’s Holdfast. His long legs allowed for a long gait, but her boldness borrowed from her twin propelled her own steps after, following him to a tuckaway terrace. 

She paused in the archway to watch the almost familiar sight. Aemond had his back to her, hunched to place his large palms on top of the balustrade that caged, knuckles pressed white. The moon above poured over the seclusion, highlighting the silver of his hair, the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as his tension fell away.

“You are lost, princess.” It was not a question, but a statement.

His voice jolted her, rooting her to the stone. The boldness that burned bright was now slipping away with the sea air, spilling off the ledge as Aemond turned around to face her. She was again reminded of how tall he had grown in their time apart, now looming over her. The silver spilling from above conflicted with a sole torch that was lit, casting shadows across his sharp features, a mixture of both menacing and divine. 

Aemond stepped towards her. “Why did you follow me?” 

Her mind blanked with his question, wiping away whatever had possessed her steps. Rhaena swallowed. “...you know it was not right with what you said tonight,” was what she decided on.  

There was something cruel in the way his lips curled–amused almost–and he turned away from her, moving back to look out over at the waves of Blackwater Bay. “Perhaps its implication could be considered indecent by the standards that have been set by the king,” and he looked back over his shoulder, half cast in shadows, his good eye fixating on her. “But I was merely toasting my nephews.” 

Rhaena shifted under the weight of his words, of his diction choice when acknowledging his own father–King Viserys. The title had been spoken like it was poison on his tongue. She felt a pull at her heart, the same that had been crafted from her mother. “Regardless of your intention,” her own words were chosen carefully, “I still feel it distracted from the matter he spoke on earlier.” 

Aemond sneered. “You also choose to ignore her behavior.” 

She would not acknowledge that. Not tonight. “I believe the house of the dragon will fall as long as we remain divided–” 

“Are you the emissary they have chosen?” 

Aemond was now facing her, his head tilting with his second derisive question of the night. She felt her blood warm with his gaze, with how he conducted himself; the smirk that curled on his lips, his goading tone, and his words brimming with an arrogance. “No, I just thought–” 

“Do you truly believe he will be great?” he sneered her words back at her. “Do you truly believe he would give justice to the Lord of the Tides if your grandsire does not recover?” 

The subject change was another jolt, and she balked with her response, not that Aemond would have allowed her a chance to say anything in return. “Do you believe he would be fair and just, hm? A spoilt boy who never suffered the repercussions of his actions?” 

“We were only children,” Rhaena found her voice, though it was a weak protest. She watched him. “All of us were young and mindless, but passionate of the weight of the words that were chosen–” 

“Does this justify what happened?” 

She blinked, her eyes watering. “No, but–” 

“You have never seen it,” his tone grew low, a murmur as if he was lost in thought. Rhaena saw flashes of that fateful night play in the eye he still had. “Would you like to see the aftermath of the actions inflicted by your beloved?” 

Aemond had now pulled away from the edge, a singular step closer to her with his question. To wilt away in this moment would give a sense of satisfaction to accompany his ire, but to gainstand would stoke it further. 

So instead, Rhaena remained rooted. Her eyes trailed along his sharp jaw, to the wrathful red that cut underneath his patch worn before settling onto his good eye. “He is not my beloved,” she corrected him. “He is only my betrothed.” 

He watched her for a moment, his smirk returning to mask whatever unsaid emotion flitted across his features. His large hand lifted to grab his eyepatch and he pulled it over his head. 

She felt her heart tighten in her chest. The rumors that had woven throughout the kingdoms were now confirmed with the gleam of the sapphire stone. The night light and amber that shone from the torch reflected in the gemstone placed in his scarred socket. 

Rhaena recalled how at first she felt a kindred sense with her cousin, though this felt a lifetime ago. He carried the same burdened weight of a dragon egg that only turned to stone. Baela had been blessed for her egg to hatch, but Rhaena remained anchored to the earth. As she watched them soar in the heavens above, she swore that she would be a dragonrider like her twin, like her mother and her father, something that was intrinsically knitted in the blood they shared. 

Rhaena recalled her fury that burned hot in her veins when she realized her opportunity had been taken. It was a second loss alongside her mother, but it did not excuse her response. After that night, his screams haunted her, tormenting her. Daemon tried what he could, but it was the memory of her mother’s voice, her gentle reminder of how dragons were not pets to be controlled. 

And she realized that Vhagar had chosen Aemond, that he paid greatly for this. 

He was just a boy. Rhaena dared to close the space between them, until she was certain her hoarse whisper would be heard by him: “Iksan vaoreznuni.” 

I am sorry.

She watched the rippled effect of her words wash over Aemond. The trained hatred flashed with the amber glow of the torch, how his brow furrowed with his anger and then his confusion when she pressed even closer to lay her hands on his chest. Rhaena could feel the surge of his adrenaline to her touch, his warmth permeating through his doublet and against her palms. She pressed to the balls of her feet, steadying herself with his tensed frame, and her lips touched the lower part of his scar that cut into his cheek. 

It was a moment, it was an eternity. Rhaena could hear the waves roar below, a rhythm that matched her heart beat in response to the intimate gesture she just brazenly showed. She then tilted her head back to look up at Aemond, and found his bicolored gaze boring through her, heating her blood beneath.

His stoicism settled over, mixing with the smoke and the sandalwood that clung to him. All her life she had been praised for her talent to read people as if they were books, but his pages seemed to slip through her fingers, which she slowly began to pull away–

Until Aemond moved to place his hands on top of hers, halting her motion. She could feel the warmth, the calluses that lined his palms, and he leaned closer with a spilled curtain of silver. 

He stopped. His exhale fanned her cheeks until she understood his hesitation.

Aemond was allowing her the chance to pull away, to break this moment. He was allowing her a courtesy that most men would never offer; a singular choice to go or to close the space that still existed between.

And so Rhaena kissed him. 

It was her first kiss, something tentative and uncertain. Her lips were soft and full, melding against his own so sweetly. Her hands trembled beneath his and he moved to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Rhaena felt his lips curl with his kiss, his pace slow and savoring. 

Her hands trembled beneath his, and she felt his lips curl upwards, moving to wrap his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, his pace slow and savoring. 

She felt her heated blood begin to simmer in her veins, and she moved to wrap her arms around his neck, her body now aching to feel his lithe and lean frame crushing against her. His hands followed the curve of her backside, pulling her even closer, and when she sighed, Aemond dared deepen the kiss, his tongue curling to taste. Rhaena burned when she felt him, thick and heavy and wanting. Her hips rolled against him, begging for friction, and his hand dipped to the small divot between her thighs. 

She gasped. “Aemond,” she whispered, breathless against his lips. 

Aemond tightened his hold, lifting her enough for staggering steps until she felt the cool stone pressing against her backside. His arms caged her against the wall and her hands grasped to pull him close again, her mouth desperate to capture his own. Her tongue now found a pace with his and Aemond moaned in response; a low rumble, a sensation that rolled down her spine and kindled the heat that was building in her core. 

“Aemond, please,” but Rhaena was not even sure of what she was asking for. 

While one palm remained on the wall, his other fell to her hip, pressing and moving along her lower abdomen. His hand continued lower, grabbing a fistful of her skirt, his head tilting up with his hushed command against the curve of her neck, “Help me,” and she began to ruck the heavy fabric up around her waist. 

Aemond pressed his thigh to guide her legs apart, his hand dipping to cup her clothed cunt. Her thin chemise now melded against the wet warmth that pooled between them, and he pressed his lips to muffle his low groan against her skin; gooseflesh rippled with her response.  

Her fingers bit into his shoulders, bracing as he pulled back. Rhaena dared not look at him, still trembling despite his careful touch that slowly pulled at her remaining layers: the hem of her chemise brought up for her to hold, and her smallclothes falling away. The night air was cool against her skin and her vulnerability was fleeting when she heard his breath hitch in his throat. 

Rhaena looked to see how the black now eclipsed the lavender of his eye as he took in the sight of her. It rolled over from her grasp of the fabric now bunched around her slender waist, to the curves of her legs and the silver curls nestled between. The golden hue of the flames crackled loud, spilling over her brown skin; a glowing sepia that was smooth and inviting. 

She saw his heady stare, the bob of his neck as he swallowed. 

Then Aemond surged against her, a delicious pressure that pinned her against the wall, head bowed to press his lips to her collarbone for a kiss. He was gentle, his dexterous gliding through her velvet folds that were slick with her want, and he hummed against her skin as he drew patterns, listening for her response.   

His touch sparked through her nerves, her soft sounds spilling against her own volition, and Aemond moved to capture her mouth, swallowing her pleasure. Her hands let go to comb through his hair, knotting at the base of his neck. His heat enveloped her as his pace continued to coax something new, something bright that was thrumming in the marrow of her bones.

“Aemond,” she swallowed the salt air, the perspiration that now gleamed on his neck, the smoke and leather of his scent. “It’s too much…” 

He only hummed, his lips finding hers once more to now swallow her surprise as his finger curled within her, shifting so the heel of his palm now pressed against her bloom of nerves above. She mewled with the new touch as he added a second finger, curling in tandem with his first, a sensation licking up her spine and dissipating in the stars above them. 

Rhaena gasped, rolling her hips against his hand and he praised her with a rasped, “Sȳz riña.”

She pulled him in for another kiss or else she would scream. It was a searing desperation, a trilling pleasure fluttering and feeding her intrusive thoughts of his lithe and lean form, bare and pressed sinfully against her own. She mewled pitifully and he quickened his ministrations, the come hither curl of his fingers sparking a euphoria she was not even aware existed from the depths of her; it was a quivering release that rattled her bones. 

Aemond remained pressed against her, his spine curved to rest his forehead against her own, his other arm moved to anchor around her waist and hold her upright. His hand pulled away from her core, taking the warmth of his touch away, and her layers fell to cover her. He remained close, waiting until her breathing evened, until her grip finally softened its hold. 

She ached to kiss him, but he then pulled away, stepping back into the shadows that shrouded the terrace. Rhaena saw his smirk had returned, as arrogant as before.  

“If you ever wish to find satisfaction,” his tone was not cruel, but almost teasing. “I am certain you will be able to find me again.” 

And he was gone, leaving Rhaena to fall back against the cobblestone, the sea air cooling against the perspiration on her skin. 

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part 2 - arcie's hotd masterlist

[cressidagrey]

THW GIRL IS FREEING HERSELF

I repeat:

SHES FREEING HERSELF. SETTING BOUNDARIES LIKE A SELF RESPECTING QUEEN.

And yes. We are all now collectively conspiring to get Emilie and Lando together. You did this to yourself, prepare for me to be insufferable about it.

Now I need Emilie to attempt to hide it from Belle and belle clocks it via Lando so fast. OR BETTER LANDO COMES TO HWR FOR ADVICE AND SHE CONTINUES TO ACT LIKE EMILIE IS SUCCESSFULLY KEEPING HER SECRET WHILE SHE KNOWS.

Ok wow I’m getting too into it. But also. Belle. Stuffs not fitting. The last 2-ish chapters. I’m calling it now shes pregnant and the engagement is going to have some relation to it and I just AAAAAA

Also 1.5 horses - Emilie I love you. Never change. Charles, fuck you massively.

Max I need my best friends to be like you when it comes to my pets. Every friend group has one of those who will go overboard for other peoples animals (upon further thought…. I might be that person in the friend group 😅😅)

Anyways - still loving the “HELP ME” group chat. More please I live for that chaos 😌.

Have an amazing day. Know that I will be sitting here stalking my notifications until the next update. Chokehold I tell you.

THE GIRL 👏 IS 👏 FREEING 👏 HERSELF!!! Bells said no more crumbs, I am the meal and we are SO here for it 😌✨

And listen. Emilie and Lando?? I did do this to myself and I REGRET NOTHING. The potential for smug miscommunication? The conspiracies? Belle letting Emilie think she’s stealthy when she’s been clocked since day one?? Comedy. Gold. 🫢

Also you calling the 1.5 horses line iconic? Correct. Charles catching strays? Deserved. Max and pets? He is absolutelythe friend who’ll dog-sit and build your cat an elaborate climbing wall, no questions asked.

[askereiniongilgalad]

🎶 “Tunes of the Storm” 🎶

Ah, Galadriel, my stormbringer extraordinaire… you are a force of nature. Between your endless quests and your ability to turn every casual stroll into an epic saga, life around you is pure chaos. Just once—just once—can we take a break? 🌪️🙏✨ My top picks: 1. “Don’t Stop Me Now” – Queen Valinor tried, I tried… we all know how that went.

2. “Thunder” – Imagine Dragons Loud, unstoppable, and just a bit terrifying.

3. “My Way” – Frank Sinatra Could it ever be any other way?

---------------------------------------------------------- The Complete List:

1. “Vengeance” – Zack Hemsey For the oath you’ve turned into a Middle-earth’s production.

2. “Roar” – Katy Perry Galadriel, you don’t enter rooms—you storm them. 3. “Seven Nation Army” – The White Stripes Because to stop Sauron… seven armies might just be your warm-up. 

4. “Bad Reputation” – Joan Jett & The Blackhearts Worn proudly, like your armor. And somehow, I’m the one defending it in council. 5. “Don’t Stop Me Now” – Queen If Valinor couldn’t stop you, what hope do I have? 6. “How Far I’ll Go” – Alessia Cara You’d cross oceans to prove a point (literally). 7. “Demons” – Imagine Dragons Because you didn’t just come back—you brought Sauron along for the ride (unknowingly, of course).

8. “Fight Song” – Rachel Platten You don’t just pick fights—you wage wars.

9. “We Didn’t Start the Fire” – Billy Joel But you definitely helped to it, didn’t you?! 10. “Here I Go Again” – Whitesnake That’s for me.

11. “Defying Gravity” – Idina Menzel Suggestions? Rules? Orders? You're above all that. (Elrond strangely, I’m thinking about you too. ⛰️) 12. “Bad Blood” – Taylor Swift Because the Halbrand... it was a storm of epic proportions. 13. “Rolling in the Deep” – Adele Thanks for dragging us all in!

14. “Shut Up and Dance” – Walk the Moon At this point, I’d settle for anything that makes her stop.

15. “Unstoppable” – Sia Or not.. 16. “No Tears Left to Cry” – Ariana Grande Me: “Take a break.” Galadriel: “What’s a break?” 17. "Thunder” – Imagine Dragons When you went full storm on Sauron, and the rest of us just tried to keep up. 18. “The Fall” – Imagine Dragons Because nothing wraps up an epic battle like falling off a cliff. (@ Elrond) 19. “I Will Survive” – Gloria Gaynor And somehow you just rise like it was all part of the plan.

20. “My Way” – Frank Sinatra Your anthem. Your legacy. Always, always your way.

P.S. Galadriel,

I admire your drive, truly, but please, for the love of the Valar, just relax, and take a nap.

With exasperated respect, (and a side of please don’t stab me)

Gil-galad 👑✨