#and everyone will go along with it

[eighthdoctor]

Will the fic touch on how Jaina spent the happiest and most carefree years of her life under the assumption that she'd grow up to be the Queen of Lordaeron, and now many years and a lot of trauma later she is once again being courted by the ruler of that same nation?

so I don't usually get nitpicky in asks because you're coming from a place of good faith and I don't wanna bash that BUT there's some really interesting assumptions here that I am not going with at all

let's start with a timeline (...always subject to change as I decide blizzard is full of idiots):

when Jaina's around 5-8 years Derek dies. Jaina becomes presumptive heir to Kul Tiras (Admiralty succession could be it's own post lmao, here I'll just say that Tandred doesn't seem to be in the running until much later)

somewhere in the vicinity of 10-14 years Jaina starts attending Dalaran (does she live there year round? is it boarding school and she comes home over breaks? is this Jaina and she's already weirdly good with portals so she fucking commutes? we don't know). ALSO in this time period she's in and out of the Lordaeron court, possibly because Lordaeron is a natural stopping point on the way from Kul Tiras to Dalaran, possibly also because everyone is doing spouse shopping

the Third War is around when Jaina is 17-20 depending on how much angst you want in this. I'm typically pinning the founding of Theramore to Jaina being 20/21 and almost everything else happens when she's 19-20

why is this important? because it lets me nail down when those years were: maximum ages 10-20, much more likely to be 11-19 or 14-19.

and I would not say that adolescence is a happy and carefree time.

specifically, any arrangement between Arthas and Jaina is going to be a love match, so we're really looking at that 14-19 window especially the later years.

why a love match? because they're both heirs. unless there is a very, very compelling reason (ie, ending a war) nobody wants to marry two heirs to each other. that's a political nightmare. who lives where. does the spouse have any authority over the other country. what culture are the children raised in. who inherits what. what if you have 3 children. what if you have 0 children. what if you have ONE child does that ONE person inherit both countries and if so, what if THEY have TWO children are we separating them again??

(for historical examples: Isabella of Castile and Ferdinand of Aragon are a way this can work out, if contentiously and Aragon gets the short end of the stick a lot; Eleanor of Aquitaine and Henry ii of England are a way this does NOT work out and results in an awful lot of family feuds enacted via war. notably both of these are love matches and involved a LOT of paperwork.)

so: if the parents were visualizing marrying Jaina (the spare) to Arthas (the heir) BEFORE Derek's death they're certainly not AFTER. any wedding planning that happens is entirely because they fell in love.

okay so: Jaina is 15. she's head over heels in love with Arthas, but she sees him for a few weeks a year, on the way to and from school. most of the time she's in Dalaran (where, admittedly, she's brilliant, a prodigy--but not popular). some of the time she's in Boralus.

and on top of her schoolwork, she's got lessons from home about how to be Lord Admiral, because she's being prepared for that, because no one knows (least of all Daelin) when she might need to inherit, and she's got lessons from EVERYONE on how to balance being Queen-Consort and Lord Admiral, and her big brother is still extremely dead and her dad was so traumatized from it he's had a personality shift, and orcish internment, and of course her choice in spouses is driving half of this stress so it's her fault, and--

and just being 15.

if you asked her, on the ship to Kalimdor, what the best part of her life was, she'd say before Derek's death, before she had to become someone else at 8 years old

but I'd give a contender for a different happiest period of her life, and that's as Lady of Theramore, which seems an odd choice (the apocalypse? Daelin's death?) except that: she's independent. she has (mostly) loyal people, and she's got friends (plural!). there's no switching of what hat she's wearing today. she has control of her life, and she's able to make a real, meaningful difference to both the people of Theramore and periodically everyone else too.

at any rate the actual answer to the actual question you asked: it will definitely be a source of reflection to 'return' to Lordaeron in any way, and there will be comparisons between Sylvanas and Arthas. but Jaina concluded that things with Arthas would never work, so she's much less hung up on that than on like. the Broken Shore. Teldrassil.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[suntails]

governance

[egophiliac]

new chapter 7 installment dropped how we feelin????

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THAT'S HIS DAD

[pizzazz-party]

Day thirty! It’s been real.

[ewwww-what]

I raise my voice when I tell him I love him!!!

[northstarscowboyhat]

So whats the main plot of Lcky Clover AU? How does it tie into Undertale's plot (I assume Yellow is still a prequel here?)

Lucky Clover AU does eventually tie into Undertale's canon plot! The events of UTY True Pacifist are still canon in this AU up until the ending, since Clover is very obviously not dead here LOL.

How I've been imagining this AU is that it plays out as a canon-divergent route of Undertale. During Frisk's journey through the Underground, they run into Clover shortly after entering Snowdin, and they quickly identify each other as human! Clover offers to help them out, seeing as they're experienced in navigating the Underground and can understand the dangers it poses to humans like the two of them. Frisk is a little weary, getting the sense that Clover isn't being fully honest with them, but they decide to accept their help.

From there, they travel from Snowdin to the Dunes and the Wild East, and eventually the Steamworks to Hotland! Along the way Frisk meets Clover's adopted family and friends, and learns about their life growing up in the Underground. Frisk and Clover have a lot of bonding and discussions over the topic of justice and morality, the relationship between humans and Monsters. Eventually it would end with Clover sending Frisk on their way, and the ending of Undertale plays out!

[house-of-tykayl]

pretty old AU idea by now but basically the TTG gremlins are 1) very small and 2) infest the TTA tower like cockroaches

and 3) TTA starfire wont let TTA robin kill them

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

End of Empathy (time for violence)

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 266

Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 

See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 

And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 

And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 

The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 

How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 

Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 

The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 

They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 

And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 

Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 

Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 

…

Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 

[viperwhispered]

Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Eta: you can find part 3 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

[egophiliac]

Do yoy like their silly little dance

the inside of my brain at any given moment:

[iwantbrioche]

the mold

[genericpuff]

Just remembered this as you had your new post - what is the political system of Olympus? Cause we have Zeus as King, Apollo as Prince (and temporary King), but in your post he was lobbying for Presidency? What is this political system? A monarcy? A democracy? What was Apollo going to be President of????

The political system in LO can simply be defined as "whatever Rachel needs it to be to write herself out of the corner she wrote herself into" 💀😆

[secondlayerofsocks]

I hope I didn't alienate anyone. I just think It's rad that they gave Cackletta's Bowser design such unassuming boobs.

[one-bunny-a-day]

30/11/2023

what're they dancing to?