#and i say theyre boring because i believe that

[capfalcon]

im gonna be so fr: tiktok girls that got popular bc they're pretty who are like "i cant do anything, im just a girl" they're just untalented and boring as hell.

most women i know are incredible and amazing and don't let tiktok or whatever brainwash you about the whole "trad wife coquette cutesy stay at home listen to whatever men say and not knowing anything" thing.

like these are young women and actual children who aren't working, whose income comes from a phone app. they're not really the people i think should be speaking about the "feminine experience" as if its a monolith. most of them don't even go outside. most of them have probably never really travelled, or have friends from different ages, different life experiences.

anyway. just saying. I'm tired of trends around feminity and quotes about feminity coming from random women most of us have very little in common with.

[malkaviian]

today in "having no self-esteem and thinking im worthless" adventures: i almost started to cry today because i thanked my friends for listening to what i had to say last night about my upcoming story and allowing me to ramble a bit

[lxclerc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐯𝟏

summary: where max verstappen is the subject of a love song from a singer who never writes love songs pairing: max verstappen x american singer!reader faceclaim: no one specifically but based off olivia rodrigo

note: me? writing max verstappen? smau fluff? on main? everyone look away.

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dailyynupdates yn was seen around monte carlo the past few days, taking pictures with fans and allegedly cozying up with three time world champion max verstappen

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user12 what is going on in the house of commons because this was the last thing i expected

user39 this is quite literally the most random pairing i've ever stumbled across

user91 how do they even know each other 😭 user63 right like...where did this even come from? how did it start? literally how did they meet? they could not be farthest apart in the sphere of famous people

user19 now who the hell is max verstappen and why is he with my wife?

user49 oh girl you have a lot to catch up on the max lore user71 max is a formula one driver user56 saying max is a formula 1 driver like he currently isn't dominating the sport to the point where people hates him saying he's making it boring since he keeps winning because he's just that fucking good that literally no other driver can keep up is kinda wild user10 oh so our girl's new man is good at his job user52 "good at his job might just be the biggest understatement of the century when it comes to max. man's a fucking beast at his job

user48 i dont have to see her with her ratty ex anymore omfg war is over

user93 dare i say...they're adorable

user82 yn being in an age appropriate, healthy relationship? i never thought the day would come

user74 we won for real 🥹🫶

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dailyynupdates max and yn in a video posted by yn's friend 😭

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user93 oh my god look at them 😭

user81 they look so in love i want to cry

user65 "maximillian, do i look pretty like this?" "you always look pretty" i couldn't quite catch what he said at the end but 😭😭😭

user85 dutch here and i believe he said "laiverd" which means darling user75 this means so much to me user65 you just made my entire week

user45 seeing her in love after all the shit men is healing a part of me i didnt know was broken

user53 max fixing her hood then kissing her cheek what if you just stabbed me

user31 every time i see these, i get the urge to take a shot of bleach 😀

sincerelyyn ✓

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sincerelyyn can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

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yourfriend as the other person of those conversations, he's fine i guess 😒

sincerelyyn you know i love youuuuu

taylorswift love seeing you happy ❤️

sincerelyyn ❤️❤️ user73 mother is all of us user63 you know it's real when it's taylor swift approved

conangrey i hate happy couples i hope you both trip 🫶

sincerelyyn die 🫶

user92 their friendship is everything to me

user15 not girlie trying to soft launch like we all don't know who it is 😭

user43 THEYRE SO ‼️🥵🥰⚠️

user65 you're so right

user24 i'm so happy finally seeing our girl happy 😭

user84 "someday i'll be everything to somebody else" YES YOU ARE BABYGIRL 😭

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maxverstappen1 my american girl 🩷

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charles_leclerc i still can't believe this is happening

maxverstappen1 for someone who don't even follow me, you sure are early to my posts 😒 user91 max gagged him with that im afraid

landonorris please please max talk to her about getting me tickets 😭

user85 lando is just like us fr struggling to get guts tour tickets maxverstappen1 no ❤️ landonorris 😔 sincerelyyn @landonorris let me get you in contact with my team 🤍 maxverstappen1 baby noooo sincerelyyn be nice, max landonorris HELL YEAH THANKS YN user42 this is the crossover i never thought i needed

user66 max posting non racing content and being all soft in the comments for yn in what world am i in

user52 fr i feel like im in an alternate universe 😭

sincerelyyn love youuuu

maxverstappen1 love you more

sincelyyn i never knew love could be so golden till i met you <3

maxverstappen1 mijn hele hart is van jou, schat (you own my entire heart, darling) user42 they mean so very much to me 😭

danielricciardo god the two of you make me nauseous

maxverstappen1 hating because you ain't us danielricciardo im not liking that attitude, kid 😒 user71 daniel is so us

sincerelyyn

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sincerelyyn so american will be out on all platforms at midnight. a letter to the man i love, the only way i know how ❤️

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maxverstappen1 i adore you with everything in my being ❤️

sincerelyyn ik hou van je (i love you)

i hope you guys liked this as much as i loved writing it 🫶

[yawnjunn]

:*:✼ TXT attending your concert ✼*･ﾟ

Woahh its been a while huh...got super busy with life, just failed my physics exam 😜✌️ and now im on my school break, i decided to write this post bcs im SUPERRR bored rn but anyways

╰┈➤ idol!ot5! txt x idol!gn!reader

╰┈➤ no warnings, just fluff

╰┈➤ quick guide : y/n = your name, y/g/n = your group's name, y/f/n = your fandom's name

yeonjun(연준) :

☆ This man isnt afraid to attend your concert WITHOUT covering his face, yk how some artists covered their face and attend their friend's concert? yeah...not yj tho

☆ He might only bring a lightstick, not those extra banners or signs or whatever

☆ The only reason why he only brought a lightstick was bcs, he treats your concert like its his monthly/weekly routine

☆ Youre having a 2 day concert in seoul? You know damn right he'll be there despite his busy schedule

☆ Having a concert in japan? Finds a way to get to japan just to attend your concert

☆ so thats why he didnt feel like the need to bring extras cs in the end, yk hes gonna attend anyways

☆ but that didnt stop fans from screaming whenever they saw yeonjun

☆ he'd probably try to make a conversation with your fans while waiting for you to perform with your group

☆ "so how long have you stan y/g/n ?"

☆ "im a y/n biased, and you?"

☆ when you came on stage and during the breaks between performing, you called out yeonjun

☆ "yeonjun i know youre here somewhere, cameraman pls find yeonjun and point the camera at him"

☆ and when the camera is on him, hes smiling brightly and covered his shy face after getting those cheers from your fans

☆ you'd probably ask him to dance to one of your songs

☆ "yeonjun dance this song for me pls" then hes like shaking his head and all, refusing

☆ but the moment the music started, he danced so well that he literally became the hot topic of your group's show

soobin(수빈) :

☆ well soobin however, he'll come 2 hours early before your concert starts

☆ the reason he came early was because he was excited to give out his handmade freebies

☆ the night before, soobin had asked if he could hand out some freebies to your concert and you found this soooo cute that you told all your fans to find soobin for freebies

☆ he may be a little bit biased but all his freebies are just you.

☆ you wonder, what did he made? well...he made a banner, your photocard that he printed himself using his company's printer, candies of your fav and pastries that he had bake

☆ believe me or not, he woke up as early as 4 am just to make cute little pastries as your concert take place in morning

☆ he believed your fans wouldnt get breakfast, so he baked the pastries for them 😭

☆ as soon as your concert starts, he whipped out his phone so fast and record it and whenever you came on screen, hes like "wahhh theyre so pretty"

☆ when you start singing, he starts crying???? hes way too proud of you that he starts crying and vent to his friends sitting next to him

☆ "you know how hard my baby worked? im so proud of them, i remember them crying every night to me because of training and now look at them, theyre on stage now"

☆ his friend sitting beside him was like, soobin are u okay??? are u drunk?? but either way, his friend can only smile and nod while listening to soobin rant

beomgyu(범규) :

☆ idc what anyone says but this man will be fighting for a front row ticket

☆ literally camps outside the venue like..literally

☆ you had offered him to enter the venue earlier than anyone before the show starts

☆ but he refused this bcs he wants to get them freebies from your fans 😭 instead of giving them out, he wants the freebies himself

☆ goes from fan to fan, if he sees a fan handing out freebies? he'll be speed walking, another fan giving out freebies too? he'll be speed walking

☆ receives the freebies until it couldnt fit in his little bag that he brought with him

☆ as soon as the security lets everyone inside, he'll be running just to get close to the barricade

☆ since hes an idol, i know its ridiculous but he'll be surrounded by 2 of his protocol team 😭

☆ even though he had brought his 2 protocol teammates, he'd somehow make them enjoy your concert too

☆ like when your group tells the fans to jump, beomgyu would convinced his protocol buddies to jump aswell

☆ you spot beomgyu in the crowds and he'd wave you like crazy, like a fan boy 😭 ...does beomgyu knows that youre his lover???? 😭😭😭

☆ but anyways, he'll go on weverse and post the concert pics and take a photo of the freebies he received

☆ "what an amazing night, they look so beautiful tonight and thank you to y/f/n for giving out the freebies, i'll be keeping it forever"

taehyun(태현) :

☆ this man is quite lowkey but he is a hardcore stan of yours

☆ hes a bit dissappointed when he founds out that he wasnt the first one to arrive at the venue, he was like "2 hours before the concert starts, and theres alot of people waiting..." poor him, he thought he was the first 😭

☆ he'd show up with his mask on and a cap as he didnt want the fans to know he came to see you

☆ but that kinda failed as your fans started to notice his famous boba eyes in the crowds

☆ this made him open his mask, since theres no point in using it 😭

☆ as soon as y/g/n performs, yk damn well he'd be taking tons of videos

☆ he'd sing along to your songs and dance to some of it

☆ he memorised the fanchant too !!!

☆ bro got jealous when he sees y/f/n got the banners like...ugh he wants one too????

☆ he was like "see i knew i shouldnt have brought lightstick only"

☆ politely asks y/f/n for some extra banners

☆ believe me or not, he'd use those digital text on his phone that says, "y/n please notice me"

☆ luckily you noticed this and blew him a kiss and in return, he gave you a big heart which made you giggle on stage which also made y/f/n cheer louder

hueningkai(휴닝카이) :

☆ you think hes gonna go alone to your concert? nope

☆ he'll invite everyone he knows, his members, his family, his staffs. literally everyone to show how talented you are

☆ as much as you would love your boyfriend to bring in alot of people, apparently it has limits

☆ so in the end, he only brought his 2 sisters, lea and hiyyih

☆ dont worry, he paid for their tickets lmao

☆ LOVES receiving freebies from y/f/n

☆ when lea or hiyyih got your photocard from the freebies, he'd say smthn like "can i have that..?"

☆ not only he likes receiving freebies but hes also a merch buyer. sees a cute wristband for the lightstick? he'll buy. a cute shirt? he'll buy. a batch with your face on it? he'll buy.

☆ he'll buy everything that has your name or your face on it, until lea told him to stop unless he wants his bank account balance to be $0

☆ he'll do anything to get noticed by you, even tho he knows youre his lover

☆ before the concert, he texted, 'i'll be on the middle row, 3rd line from the front!!'

☆ but he decided to go extra as he thought you'd forget to see him so yk what he did? he brought glowing light sticks with him to make him more noticable 😭😭

☆ when you noticed him, you gave him a heart and him being a fanboy of yours, he started giggling and bragged to his sisters, "did you see that? they definitely gave that heart to me"

☆ after the concert ends, he'd ask one of his sisters to take photos of him doing cute poses whenever youre on screen, like him doing a big heart whenever you show up on the screen

☆ fans found this cute as they started uploading his leaked pictures doing those poses

☆ people may or may not label you guys as the couple of the year 🤭

[yourstrulyrika]

heyyy

how would leon (re2 or 4 idm) be when f!reader uses a safeword when theyre having sex? like how would he react towards her🙀

luv ya have a nice day

hey there!! sorry its a bit late :> its actually my first rq and im just skdndkdn!!! thank u!! course i can <3 luv you too! doing this while watching scary urbex videos because im lowkey bored & sick haha </3 i decided to pick re4 leon because he fits it more me thinks!

warnings: none besides a bit of roughness but then comfort so no worries! fem reader!

Leon was stressed. and what’s a better way to let your stress out if not on your girlfriend? he usually controls himself though.

But not today— he hasn’t even noticed he was being rough with you, overstimulating you to the point of tears and it actually being a bit painful to you. he just.. was too lost in his mind. gripping your hand so tight you thought he’s going to break you. he wasn’t even speaking that day because he was so frustrated with everything—

until you said the safe word.

he could be silent all the time, not saying a word, but the moment he hears you even whisper the safe word he stopped instantly. no questions asked, no complaints, nothing. he straight up stops moving, cupping your face in his hands and getting all soft on you. suddenly, all the frustration is gone and his thoughts are full of you.

“ ‘m sorry baby, got too ahead of myself, so sorry, thank you for telling me,”

he’s actually glad you told him. he’d feel horrible if you didn’t because he would realise this later on either way. he hates the idea of “using” you, he’s terrified of you thinking he uses you in situations like those. he doesn’t — you’re not some sort of toy for him.

he kisses your forehead, covering you whole with his sweet kisses that just melt your heart.

“should i stop?” he asks you, and if you say you want to keep going, he’ll keep going, but he’ll be so gentle, letting you control everything. he never wanted to hurt his precious girl on purpose, he just wants to make it up to you.

however, if you say you want to stop, he understands. he pulls out of you, instantly all over you again. he carries you to the bathroom and gives you a nice shared bath, one where he cuddles with you all the time. he’s still feeling guilty though, so he keeps apologizing time and time again, constantly thinking you just don’t want to make him worry and that’s why you’re accepting his apology so quick. he would never admit it though

after the bath, he gives you his shirt since he thinks you look cute in it, and carries you because let’s be honest, this man loves carrying you. he doesn’t believe in this “too heavy” bullshit, no way. he carries you like the princess you are! straight to the kitchen, making everything you want because he won’t let you lift a hand. later he just takes you to the bed, pulling you close and playing with your hair. you either watch something then or just talk or nap. either way, he’s there for you, even if you already forgave him <3

[fuckyeahisawthat]

thank you so much for that excellent chani post. i've seen some annoying takes on twitter about how not making her totally devoted and subservient to paul makes her 'unlikeable' and i'm like. buddy. i think that speaks more to how you see women. than anything about her. this chani is very dynamic and interesting to me.

i'll be honest and say i've not read the books. this is me speaking from what i've seen of summaries, but i think giving her a real cause to fight for yet also genuinely loving paul gives her an interesting struggle, and also plays into how the portrayal of the fremen (seems to me to be) more diverse and nuanced. as in, the fremen themselves seem to have more of a push-and-pull to them. the clarification of how different fremen believe differently (the south being more fundamentalist) is a very important thing to include in a movie where you can run into the danger of saying that all adherents to a foreign, islam-adjacent (in coding) religion are all fundamentalists. that can (in less nuanced hands) be a pretty irresponsible thing. so showing that there's also more secular/pragmatic/less dogmatic sectors of the culture seems a pretty good counterweight.

so yeah. this is how i processed it as a movie-goer. and having chani represent that aspect (believing in people over prophecy, action over religion) and having stilgar as the humanized face of the southern peoples (showing that yknow, regardless of being fundamenist beliefs, theyre still PEOPLE with the capacity for love, friendship, honor) makes total logical sense. you're not just "telling" us that there's different aspects to fremen culture, you're SHOWING us by showing different characters who represent those aspects, without demonizing either or turning either into a one-note stereotype.

Thank you! I'm not someone who was a long-term fan of the books before the movie came out (I tried reading Dune as a teenager when I was reading a lot of classic sci-fi but found it too boring) but I did read Dune and Dune Messiah after the first movie came out, both because I wanted to know what happened next and because I wanted to have an opinion on how the movies worked as adaptations.

(book and movie spoilers below and also I basically ended up writing a whole essay in response to this)

My single biggest frustration with the book is that after they arrive at Sietch Tabr and Jessica drinks the Water of Life and becomes Reverend Mother...the book up and skips two years of the story and when we next see Paul he's already got Fremen followers who are ready to die for him and he's in an established relationship with Chani. Oh I was SO MAD when I got to this part. I was like FRANK. FRANK!!!! Did you seriously just skip two years of the most interesting part of your own story???

The thing is, even though I know that Frank Herbert's intention was to write a critique of the idea that oppressed people need an enlightened external (white) savior to liberate them...if you don't provide an alternate explanation for what's happening then you end up falling into some Orientalist tropes anyway. And because, in the book, we don't see the process of how your average background fedaykin comes to trust Paul as a military and political leader, there is nothing in the text to counter the idea that the Fremen are a bunch of unquestioning religious fanatics easily swayed to do violence by belief in a prophecy.

My second biggest frustration with the book is that we're given no reason at all why Chani would fall in love with Paul. While she has some memorable scenes, she doesn't have a lot to do as a character in the book, and she's missing from a whole chunk of the end...because she's in the south...because she and Paul have a baby, Leto II, who's then killed off-page when the sardaukar attack the south. (I'm honestly really glad they cut this from the film, because it never seemed to be given the narrative weight it deserved in the book.)

So you can imagine how happy I was when the Villeneuve movies figured out how to address both these frustrations by tying them together. The fedaykin don't just blindly accept Paul because of some prophecy. They come to trust him because he proves himself as a fighter, and because he starts out from a place of genuine solidarity and humility--which it is possible for him to do because he has no structural power over them at that point. And Chani falls in love with him for the same reason, in that heady environment of fighting side by side for a political cause, and maybe for the first time in a while starting to believe that you can win.

I think the Villeneuve movies improve a lot on what's in the book in terms of how the Fremen are portrayed...when we're with the fedaykin and/or Chani and Stilgar. There we see political debates and discussion and the fact that not all the Fremen think the same way. And we also see little humanizing moments of folks just hanging out, celebrating after a victory in battle and just shooting the shit and being friends.

I do wish the movie had extended this to more parts of Fremen society. If there's one thing I could have added, it would be seeing more of daily life in Sietch Tabr. It makes sense that when we're seeing things from Jessica's POV, she is more distant from and suspicious of the Fremen, seeing them as a force to be manipulated, but I wish we had even one or two scenes of people just being people in the sietch. It felt kind of weirdly empty and not particularly lived-in as a place, and I think they could've easily countered this, with scenes from Chani, Stilgar or Paul's POV, and that would have made it hit even harder when the sietch is attacked.

If there were two things I could have added, I wanted more exploration of the people of the south. Why are they more fundamentalist than the Fremen who live in the north? (We get one line about how "nothing can survive [in the south] without faith" but I wanted more than that.) While I think the movie did a fantastic job of humanizing and differentiating the Fremen we see around Paul, when we get to the south it does backslide a little into "undifferentiated mass of fanatics." Surely the people of the south also have some diversity of political views.

I think there are some interesting threads they could have pulled on in terms of how proximity to direct colonial violence shapes people's ideology. Sietch Tabr is one of the closest Fremen communities to Arrakeen, the seat of colonial control. They have probably had to mount some kind of armed resistance for generations just to keep from being wiped out. I can see that producing skepticism of the prophecy ("well I can't sit around waiting for a messiah but I do have this rocket launcher") as well as resentment at the idea of someone swooping in and taking credit for a struggle that you've put your life on the line for, and probably a lot of people you know have died for. There seem to be some generational differences, too, where young people of Chani's generation put less stock in the prophecy, while the true believers are mostly older. I can see faith in the prophecy coming out of despair--when you've been fighting for decades with no change, maybe you draw the conclusion that only an outside power coming to your aid will make a difference. While the people of the south are still under colonial rule, maybe being generally outside the reach of direct Harkonnen violence (the Harkonnens don't even know they're there) makes the concepts of both oppression and liberation feel more abstract and more receptive to being filled in with Bene Gesserit mysticism. It seems absurd to want more from a movie that's nearly three hours long already...but I wanted more of this.

Still, I do think they managed to improve on a lot of things that frustrated me or are simply dated about the book, while keeping the political thriller/war drama/epic tragedy elements that I think are the heart of the story, and in some cases drawing them out more clearly and effectively than the book did. The best kind of book-to-film adaptation imo is one that has a strong point of view in terms of what the story is About, on a large-scale thematic level, and is not afraid to change individual elements of canon in service of telling that story the most effective way possible in a cinematic medium. While there are always things I want more of, I feel like Denis Villeneuve really, really understood the assignment in terms of the overarching themes of the the story and he delivered so fucking well.

[rosenbergamot]

really cant believe (yes i can) that mumscarian solidified their polycule in s9 solely to fuck with doc like can u imagine being mumbo and ur two closest friends, both of whom u have been harbouring these bubbling feelings for, suddenly ask u to join them. out of NOWHERE. because of an OOPSIE. a little FUCKY WUCKY

like these are feelings that u have been tamping down for YEARS, because even though u have had ur moments with them, sometimes it feels like nothing compared to what u know theyve gone through when u havent been there. sometimes the weight of sand and cactus and poppies and lilacs is so heavy on them that u can almost visualize it as crowns on both of their heads. the silences between them are underscored with an unknowable tension, and u want to be able to know so badly, but u werent there when it all began; even if u were there for two of the other ones, u still have no way of KNOWING and thats what kills u. so u never confess. u keep it to urself. they can never feel the same.

and then the two of them blow up docs tunnel bore and suddenly one random day theyre on ur front step with these stupid hippie outfits and theyve got one in ur size and they look at u so earnestly but so mischievously and it feels like this is the moment its all been leading up to. they blink their pathetic eyes at u and they say “hi mumbo we did a fucky wucky would u pleade join our polycule so that we can kill docm77 for realsies this time also btw this is a compeltely genuine invitation we really both love u and havent been able to tell u because ur autistic swagger is both blindingly beautiful and strangely awkwardly intimidating” and u just have to be like “…..yeah ok. sure.” and then u spend the next few weeks having the wildest sloppiest gay sex of ur life in crowded tents and getting dirt under ur nails and doing ecstasy while docs alerts remind u of the whole purpose of it, and even if that should feel strange and bittersweet, theres still such genuine joy u all feel together, and then when its over ur like “alright so this was a bit right?” and theyre like “god no ur stuck with us forever” and thus u are now officially in a relationship.

and it was all because of docm77. like. what. does he know. does docm77 know that he invented polyamory

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Enjoy the silence

Carl and reader have a moment while on the job...

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Reader uses fem pronouns, mentions of past bullying, reader is insecure✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a long day for you and your friends in Alexandria. You had been on a run since early in the morning, having to leave at sunrise due to the long drive out to a city to look for some supplies. You had all gotten back by the time the sun was almost completely out of sight, thankfully. You were all hoping to get home, shower and knock out as soon as possible. But of course, you and your best friend, Carl, were the two people Deanna had ordered to keep watch.

Now usually, you despised having to be on watch duty. You found it boring and agonizingly long, and what made it worse was the fact that there was no chance of sleeping till the next day. But when you did it with Carl, it was a whole different story. Carl always found a way to make the night more interesting, whether it be his funny dad-jokes or the gossip he would hear around Alexandria. In other words, Carl made everything so, so much better. Although it had only been about a year since you first met him, he felt like home. He surrounded you with a warm feeling, you knew that no matter what, you could go to him and you'd feel okay. As you were deep into your thoughts, you heard footsteps coming from the ladder. You looked to the right and saw Carl making his way up. Your heart lit up and you felt that feeling of warmth wash over you. You smiled at Carl involuntarily, just looking at him made you feel happy. "Hey [Name]." His voice sounded like music to your ears, better than any tune or beat you've heard in your life. "Hi Carl." He stood next to you. You and Carl were almost touching shoulders, since the towers small box-like frame didn't provide the most space. You began to converse with him, talking about how the day went. Every few minutes, either you or Carl would see a walker and shoot it down and then go back to your conversation.

It had been 3 hours of you and him talking. The time flew by like seconds. This was another thing you liked about Carl, it was the way you could talk to him for hours and never get bored. At some point, you had brought up how at one of the recent parties, some older women in Alexandria began to make snarky comments towards you. They said things about how your hair looked ragged and your skin was dull. You'd think that when in the middle of a zombie outbreak, they'd have much better things to worry about. "The old-heads gave me shit about my skin and hair again" you said with a slight chuckle, you didn't want Carl to think you were a sensitive crybaby. "tch, dont even pay attention to them [Name], they're just jealous because theyre all old and wrinkly." You laughed at Carls remark. "Its okay, I dont really mind. I remember in school, before the outbreak, kids would pick on me for the same shit." Carls once relaxed aura turned curious. "What would they say exactly?" He asked politely, not wanting to intrude.

"Well, it was usually about my face or my weight. It used to make me really upset, to the point where i'd beg my mom to not take me to school. But after a little while, I learned not to care . Besides, growing up with mostly skinny and pretty friends kind of toughens you up." You tried smiling at Carl and looking him in the eyes to show you werent sad. "What do you mean?" He asked. "A lot of my friends would have all the boys chasing after them, even in Kindergarten. Think of it like how Enid gets treated by every other teen here. Since I wasnt ever really the cute type, i'd just watch from the side." You smiled again, but this time avoided eye contact. "Wait, so youre saying that NO boys had crushes on YOU?" He emphasized on the "you" part. "I mean... I guess?" You shrugged while grinning. Carls face was twisted in a confused expression. "Why are you looking at me like that Grimes?" You laughed out. "I just find it hard to believe that no one ever 'like-liked' you." You tilted your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was gonna say. "Youre just so... perfect. Youre smart, funny, beautiful... and you can beat some zombie ass." You giggled, feeling a blush creep up on your face. "You think i'm beautiful, Carl?" You asked him shyly, afraid of sounding conceited or selfish. "Of course I do [Name]." He said.

He turned his head all the way in your direction, wanting a perfect view of you. He looked so handsome in this moment. His sheriffs hat was on top of his soft brown hair. His flannel was unbuttoned half way, his white t-shirt peeking through. The sleeves of the flannel were rolled up to his forearm. His hands were behind his back, slender and tall frame leaning against the wooden post of the watch tower. His face was illuminated by the soft glowing oil lamp that sat on the chair in front of you two. His diamond-like eye and ghostly pale skin looked so pretty in the mixture of the warm light of the lamp and the cold light of the moon. You felt your heart rate spike, your pupils dilated. He looked so kissable, all you wanted to do was grab him by the shoulders and kiss his lips til you were both breathless. Carl could say the same for you, as your (eye color) eyes and (skin color) skin looked gorgeous in the light of the lamp and moon. Your slightly tattered tank top hugged your curves and your low-waisted ripped black jeans did as well, exposing a small portion of your mid drift. Carl noticed your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were glossy. Your lips were slightly parted due to the impact of Carl calling you beautiful.

He fixed his posture, standing all the way up and walked towards you. It only took about 1 or 2 steps for him to be face to face with you. He tilted his head downwards, making eye contact. (eye color) eyes gazing into his, you felt the warm feelings 10x. He touched your (hair color) hair, twirling it in his fingers. His hands went from your hair to your cheek, cupping it. He stroked his thumb against your soft skin, feeling the heat. 'So much for dull skin and hair' Carl thought to himself, cursing those old hags for making his love feel bad. "Carl.." You finally spoke out, your voice nothing but a low whisper. From this angle, Carls face was no longer in view of the lamp. The only lighting you got was from the moon, directly shining down on you and him. You took each other's features in, not once breaking contact from eachother. Carl closed his eye, slowly began to lean in, and kissed you. His pink lips were soft, the feeling of the kiss was like satin bed sheets and velvety pillows. He put his other hand on your other cheek, guiding you to be impossibly closer to him. You felt fireworks go off in your brain and stomach. The moment you had waited so long for had finally happened. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel Carls tongue slip inside of your mouth, the feeling so foreign and yet so good. You slowly broke away from the kiss face hotter than ever. You and Carl stood there, trying to process what had just happened. After a few 30 seconds, you both began laughing from the overwhelming feeling of happiness. For the rest of the night, you held each other, enjoying the silence.

"All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms" - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode

A/N: I have wanted to write for Carl for the longesttt time !! I hope u guys liked it pls request more stufffff ;3

[clownery-and-fuckery]

a PheeTech headcannon I have based on the storm im sitting through rn:

Phee cannot STAND anything other than mild weather. yes she will suffer through it for the sake of adventure, but she likes it when it's the mildest, most boring ass temp and weather imaginable thank you very much. in particular, she does not like humidity or strong winds.

she combats this by stealing techs clothes. too warm? not in this extra large tshirt shes not. too cold?? not for long her boyfriend has the fluffiest socks in the fucking galaxy. shes a thief, she does not care to hide it. she knows he does the same.

now, Tech? he is the opposite. he was bread and trained for this, obviously, but genuinely he LOVES crazy weather. he likes the heat (to an extent- overstimulation kills his passion for everything) and he likes the rain- he has and WILL stand in a hurricane just for the fun of it. the rain is his favourite <3

^^wind too he likes seeing how far him and a blanket will go. for science.

now, as Tech excitedly and thoroughly either soaks himself in water/sweat from the weather, Phee gets to enjoy hosing him down before letting him set FOOT inside her ship. dude always finds a way to get covered in mud. how does he keep doing that. there should not be mud on him.

^^she also lets him snuggle for warmth after colder adventures/waits till hes nice and cozy to put her cold ass hands down his back. she gets him every time. how.

she also watched him casually just. take a walk. during one of Pabu's more nasty washout/tsunami's and he just. got his ass washed away. he claims he didnt know it was a natural disaster when questioned. Phee does not believe him one bit.

HOWEVER. tech gets a bit nervous in fog. bit of an issue all his brothers have. Phee holds his hand when he wants to go a wandering because she'll bear anything if theres a promise of adventure <3

^^a creature one time literally ripped Tech away and into the fog during a scouting mission and Phee. understands the fear now. a whole lot more.

also Phee and Tech snuggle through thunder. Tech sleeping to the sound while Phee keeps them warm??? your honour they have my heart.

OH how could i forget their snowball fights? theyre malicious. they INVENTED the term "fighting dirty" because wow. they do not hold back. they tag-teamed Wrecker once and he got a cold bc they buried him in snow. crosshair refuses to join them. Tech shares his scarf with Phee and she snuck snow into his hat. no he has not forgiven her yet. no i dont think he ever will.

(their snow-angels hold hands just saying) i would also add that Phee runs hot everywhere except her hands while Tech's temp runs so sporadically that they dont bother labelling it, either he gets extra blankets or he doesnt. its very hard to handle sometimes hes doing his level best.

he manages to always be cool enough to share a blanket with Phee though, just.... just saying........

anyways yeah those are my thoughts on PheeTech and weather. i will probably add more later !!!

[mdhwrites]

The Grimwalker as a concept was so weird. Mainly that Hunter was all 'ohhhh no we cant tell them im a spooky Grimwalker!' But... why would anyone care? The only reason given is that hes a reincarnation of a guy nobody even knows or cares about. Theres not even like, a spooky myth about Grimwalkers because its got such a vague ruleset and premise. He's barely different from a demon.

That COULD have linked to the demon discrimination plotline youve talked about, but there is none so it cant be that. Which i understand was partially because Dana wanted the gays to just exist, so she scrapped discrimination in general. But, a big part of forming cultures and identity is 'Otherness'. People compare themselves to others and define themselves by how theyre different. So scrapping discrimination ends up making the witchs and demons feel like nothing. They have nothing to compare their identity and culture against because theres just no conflict to spark comparison.

This lack of substance also means the fans don't care about Grimwalkers. See the moring comic where the Grimwalker was turned into ANOTHER way to say 'haha Boscha so cringe amirite? point and laugh because she has nobody who loves her.' even though the grimwalker is to reincarnate the dead.

OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY SOMEONE ELSE NOTICED THAT! *SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER* Like I know Mark just writes Boscha how the entire fandom sees her (which hasn't helped me enjoy A Hint of Blue, not that I think it's good regardless) but seriously what the fuck!? Why do that to her except just to be mean!?

*sighs* What were we talking about? OH RIGHT! Grimmwalkers.

So for why Hunter has anxiety, it actually is because TOH is doing a very basic clone/artificial human storyline with Hunter and those arcs are actually a lot more internally motivated than externally motivated. Clone lives a life believing they're their own person, then one day finds out they're not, perceives themselves as less because of this distinction but then in the end decides that regardless of their origin, they are their own person and so throw off their shackles, embrace who they are and become better for it. It has nothing to do with race and while it is baby's first clone story, I also still like it conceptually because, well, there's a reason why it's the default clone story. It especially is good for kid's media because while the clone can struggle with the anxiety of it, their friends never have to actually be bad or discriminatory against them because the point is loving yourself for who you are and not who you were made to be.

But I've talked before about how this basic framework actually has a Catch 22 built into it when it comes to Hunter... Which apparently Tumblr wants to tell me I've never done before. Thanks search function. The short version is that this template requires not only a rejection of what they were made for but for them to become distinctly different, usually opposite, to their purpose/original. For Hunter, he only knows Belos so this takes shape in trying to be the opposite of him. The problem is that the opposite of Belos... Is Caleb. Who Hunter mimics in every action he takes after getting away from Belos. There's literally no way to follow this template without adding complexities like him accepting his true origin and being okay/happy with that, something that was probably unlikely in general but especially wasn't going to happen with the shortening, which I will actually give people for. Because the Grimmwalker twist happens so late, they either had to cut it or had no time to actually do anything with it which like... Why not cut it? You did nothing with it and it actually made sure you didn't have the time to actually have Hunter reject Belos' morality so that his redemption doesn't come across as self serving and for survival more than an actual, you know, change to his beliefs.

As for how interesting Grimmwalkers are... They're just clones. Boilerplate, boring clones. Make a body based on another person, put memories in, BAM! Got yourself a clone. Doesn't get more classic than that. It's hardly even magical honestly besides the components, especially with how it actually doesn't give them magic despite those components, or have weird quirks since they're not actually made of flesh and blood, elements that the fans have had a lot of fun with that the show never does, though admittedly part of that is due to how late it happens. Then again, all magic in TOH is boring so it's not likely they would have anyways. Also, you know, a lot of shows will do a single clone episode and have more fun and magic to it than TOH does with one of their core cast members being one so *shrug*

Now, for the final part, I do want to also touch on the 'other' aspect because while discrimination is one way to do it, you can get this across in other ways. One such way is the core defining trait of the Grimmwalker from a tangible standpoint: He doesn't have magic. In a society that mostly has magic, him not having it is a big deal. It's literally what gives him and Willow their first connection as a couple, as insulting as that scene actually should be to Hunter.

And then Hunter is 'fixed' when he gains his magic. His 'other' status removed because he's a real boy now. *SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH*

I have so much more I could say about TOH and 'The Other' (made a blog about a lot of it between writing this draft and publish) but I'll leave it at that so it actually stays on topic instead of the half a dozen tangents I've deleted. None of this makes it good by the way and with how TOH tackles most subjects like this, it's incredibly unlikely that more time would have made it better. After all, being a Grimmwalker is only one of like a half dozen TANTALIZING character/arc concepts for Hunter that are never addressed. The fact that he is trained to kill witches and likely has. His relationship with the Isles because he doesn't have inherent magic. The fact that he is filled with such care for the nation and its government that it blocks out all else in his world. How a sheltered child reacts when they suddenly have freedom and are thrust into the wider world. Etc. etc. that are just footnotes to the writers more than anything to actually build a complete arc around or else they wouldn't have just keep adding to the angst bucket without actually resolving any of it.

So of course Grimmwalkers are bland while being a fine to good concept that's then made terrible by narrative implication or neglect. That's EVERYTHING to do with Hunter.

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Sidenote for this one: It is funny that Dana wanted there to be no bigotry in the Isles when her villains entire scheme is through religious persecution. You know, bigotry. Whole other blog I could go into.

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[coyoxxtl]

yknow the posts that ive read so far that go along the lines of “falin doesnt have a personality” isn’t actually about her being a flat or boring character. like she absolutely does have a personality, and i don’t think many people believe otherwise. but the point i believe theyre trying to make is that most of the time we experience falin’s character it’s through the perspective of someone else. we don’t actually see Her as Herself Through Herself until much later in the main story (and some side content) and the anime definitely isn’t there yet.

falin haunts the narrative most of the story. we perceive her through the memories of the people close to her. it’s inherently biased and only paints half the picture of who Falin is. thats what i think people mean when they say we don’t see much of her personality, because we actually don’t

[ferie-anon]

🌱🌼Rating moon signs (from my experience)🌼🌱

🌱Fyi, my take on each moon sign from my impressions and experience, doesn’t define everyone with the specific moon sign🌱

💥Aries moons💥 : 6.7/10

I have to be honest... I’ve never met an aries moon LMAO. It is hard to believe considering my libra stellium lol but none of my friend group has aries moon. I do know a friend who has a sibling with aries moon. My impressions are that theyre fun and have their iconic moments.They won’t hesitate to fight or call out ppl, they would fight for their friends if they got disrespected and themselves. Altho from wut I see they seem sensitive and if someone gets on their nerves or feelings, they could be passive aggressive or make rude comments towards them. They seem a bit too firey - they can’t control wut they say at times, and it may be hard to vibe or understand their flow at times. They embody their feelings a lot, and especially when its anger, as aries is a fire sign, having it in moon would make them lash out at times and it may seem unreasonable to others. They’re always on the go in some way, like they’re chilling but the next thing they decide to go shopping with friends lol. A chill to no chill fiesty softie. They’re just not my vibe at times tho.

🪴Taurus moons🪴 : 8.5/10

These individuals are very grounded and in tune with their thoughts and emotions. These people are often loyal to their friends and protective of them as well. They are very easy to talk to and provide a safe space or a comforting space because moon is exalted in taurus. They’re caring and soft individuals at the same time, they like nature and prefer cozy fitted clothing. They give me calm plant mom friend vibes, and are reliable to their loved ones. The type to help you with your homework, or to offer support when you need it the most. I’d say one bad side of taurus is that they tend to be stubborn of their values and nothing can change their principles or mind. They can also tend to stick to their comfort zone and not branch out to new things or opportunities sometimes, but its not a major problem.

🦜Gemini moons🦜 : 7.3/10

Very smart in terms of intaking info and utilizing it, but also becuz of how much random info they take in, they could lose track of some. Easily gets bored of some hobbies or topics, which is why they delve into many to satiate their curiosity and interest. A good learner in school, but may have a hard time focusing if overwhelmed with many information. May struggle with organizing their thoughts at times. Understands concepts and ideas easily. Not very emotional or “grounded” in terms of their emotions becuz they may not like talking or delving deep into their emotions. They don’t show their vulnerable side unless to close close friends. Sensitive at heart but also doesn’t show it, often showing a detached “cheerful” impression. They’re bright people and interested in philosophical and deeper concepts/questions of the world. Though, they’re less vocal about their emotions a lot and I like to talk about my emotions lol.

🦢Cancer moons🦢 : 8/10

Cancer moons are very in tune with their emotions and understanding other ppl’s emotions. They often give clarity or comfort to other ppl when theyre in emotional turmoil, they’re great with supporting and gauging situations - very emotionally perceptive and socially perceptive. Because they’re in tune with their thoughts and emotions in general, their actions are reasonable and considerate. Based on some of my impressions, they’re like the most levelheaded water moon sign and have good judgement, they know how to act and interpret their emotions, know how to read situations and wut to say in them. Cancer moons are able to relate to ppl, able to talk them and make them welcome - validated of their emotions and feelings. As they are a cardinal sign in the moon (cancer is a cardinal sign), they know how to push ppl to be the best version of themselves and motivate them positively. Cancer moons would probably give great hugs/love cuddles, and would probably like to bake/cook for other ppl or close friends. They are sensitive though, and if the placement is underdeveloped/not matured - then they can’t interpret nor handle their emotions well, and may lead to projecting or lashing it out to others at times.

⚜️Leo moons⚜️ : 8/10

Leo moons are very empathetic and sweet - helpful and funny with their dramatic responses. They tend to get insecure or sad at times but dont show it openly - they’ll mention it at times secretly or drop hints but wont elaborate (they also mask it thru humor or in a dramatic funny tone). Leo moons can come off as selfish or insensitive at times when they place their own priority and feelings on the line. Leo moons mean well but they tend to sound manipulative at times becuz of their intentions and way of doing things. However most of the time they’re great supportive and protective friends and will be there for you when you rant emotionally etc. I love being near leo moons becuz of their warm energy and vibe. Their humor and vibes are very life of the party, but they’re also friendly and personable that way.

🌱Virgo moons🌱 : 8/10

Quiet but their mind isnt quiet once you get to know them — they’re very responsive/receptive to others verbally and mentally. Expresses their many interests in books, comics, shows, and music. They have many hobbies as well but are more consistent in doing them. They like to feel productive or keep themselves busy doing something they like, or listening to music when they’re bored. Helpful,thoughtful, and generous, they like to help people and a reliable friend as well. Clingy individuals ngl, but quiet clingy individuals to their close ones. Rather not physically expressive, but very verbally expressive and are sensitive people. They may analyze or overthink their emotions and thoughts. Also secretly nervous/worry if they arent prepared or don’t know wut to do in a situation. Becuz this is the same moon sign as mine, I share a lot of similarities and is able to flow with them when interacting.

🕊Libra moons🕊 : 7.4/10

Libra moons are peaceful and logical. They recognize patterns, weighing pros and cons (both perspectives), and make great decisions for their friends. However when it comes to themselves, they can’t make a clear decision as they don’t know clearly wut they want and they can see a lot of benefits of each type of decision for themselves (which makes them indecisive and don’t know which to choose). Libra moons can be cunning/sly, because they know wut other ppl think/act - sometimes they’ll say/do things that please other ppl. Also they don’t like to stand out/be bold, which can make it surprising when you find out they’re capable of being very keen and planning all these things behind the scenes. I’d say its always very fun and interesting to hear wut a libra moon has to say becuz they’re very sassy/witty, but with class and being calm. These ppl generally are calm till theyre faced with an inner conflict or stressful conflict - it’ll take an physical and mental toll at time as they like things to be clearly solved and peaceful. Libra moons aren’t the most emotionally open, they tend to brush it off at times but then still feel anxious after when they’re in an emotional conflict. When I go to talk to my libra moon friends at times, they don’t provide a lot of emotional verbal comfort or insight, they’l probably tell you to rest, stop worrying, or reassure it’ll be fine.

☂️Scorpio moons☂️ : 5.4/10

Never met a scorpio moon in person, but these individuals seem very magnetic or intense. They are similar to virgo moons in my opinion but embody more of an intensified version. They are analytical or good at reading others and being receptive to their emotions. They also tend to analyze emotions and thoughts but are more emotional and may feel it more turbulently than virgo moons. Loyal and protective of their loved ones, they like to be near their friends and loved ones. Undeveloped scorpio moons may project off of others or be petty. Scorpio moons can be critical or know wut words to use to cut wounds, so don’t anger a scorpio moon lol. They’re also a bit more reserved in nature, quietly observing or having headphones on.

🏃‍♀️Sag moons🏃‍♀️ : 6.9/10

Sag moons are fierce, they wont let others put down their thoughts and expression, restrict their ideas, and will fight if others insult their friend group. However, they also tend to be hot n cold when it comes to their vulnerable sides. Sag moons can be flighty with confronting their feelings and problems at times this can manifest physically, sometimes ghosting ppl on text, or just spending their time doing other stuff unintentionally avoiding ppl in the process. Sag moons are complex, they can be insightful to everything but their own self and when theyre confused - they tend to run or make a decision that confuses their friends when they try to reach out to them (sag moons can be seen as insensitive/hot and cold at times like these) I will say tho that I love talking to sag moons and they will always compliment and show support/appreciation to their friends - sag moons will be optimistic/insightful to other ppl’s feelings and problems... but themselves 😅

🌿Capricorn moons🌿 : 6.2/10

These individuals are concise and like to be direct, though this can make them picky and get irritated easily at times. They don’t small talk sometimes and could be dry texters. They’re reliable and understanding, can take care or provide materialistically for people. People value their experiences and opinions, as well as capricorn moons do care about other ppl’s thoughts and opinions more than they let on. They’re responsible individuals. They can be non confrontational though, towards their emotions or when conflict occurs. Becuz they tend to be logical, they don’t tend to be understanding when communicating the problem out and may blame the person and move on. Also becuz of the practicality of the earth sign capricorn into moon, they tend to be more logical with their approaches to emotions and situations and sometimes it leads to them being inflexible and avoiding as their “logical solution”. Capricorn moons are great if you need to make a decision or ask for their advice, they’re direct and concise with their opinions. They are usually chill, loyal, and grounded friends. 🤣🦆🌱

🐬Aquarius moons🐬 : 6.5/10

They might be the least compatible air moon sign towards me, just cuz their attitude and vibes are very airy and detached. They tend to be aloof and in their head, its hard to read their thoughts at times. They’re chill and friendly or funny - has a relatable vibe which I see aquarius moons being popular with a lot of people/having friends. They seem very nonjudging, but can also have their own strong unchanging opinions. The undeveloped ones could have a god-complex. They are independent individuals, and often emotionally detach from things they don’t care about or has no purpose towards something. They’re not receptive to others all the time, like if they have no similarities with u or no interest - might not focus their attention on u a lot. They like to have chill fun, and theyre independent and mentally willful individuals, just a bit different vibe.

🐥Pisces moons🐥 : 7.5/10

Pisces moons are quite empathetic and clingy people. They get attached easily to their friends and loved ones. Very giving and generous, but also sensitive. From the ones I meet, they may be easily offended by something and sometimes don’t confront (they don’t like confrontation). Sometimes they resort to discreetly beefing with you and it leave you confused, may ghost or cut u off unexpectedly then come back to explain. They’re very clingy and like to express their emotions a lot - talk a lot to close friends etc. The undeveloped ones could have a tendency to be codependent. Pisces moon people are sweet and relatable people, willing to talk ab their emotions and any interests with u. More open and flexible with emotions and other people’s emotions and feelings, a great shoulder to cry on that may likely lead to pisces moon individual also crying becuz of seeing their friend sad. I’d say its easy to befriend a pisces moon, tho their sensitive times can be a rocky wave.

[hoshiumiumi]

these r fun so answered another one. credits is on template if u squint

opinions kinda changed theres lil notes under if ur bored + a template of them if u want to fyolai

- about the trust: fyodor fully trusts nikolai because hes confident nikolais devoted only to him / nikolai knows fyodors manipulative and deceptive

- about the jealousy: i think nikolais overly cautious as a result of trauma. fyodors the same but slightly toned down since people normally dont get close to nikolai with his eccentricity lol

- about the horny: hypersexual tends to be a trauma response or a side effect of drugs. also look at the anthology arts help lmao. fyodors kinda aspec to me, but hes also brought religiously, so he forces out those thoughts most of the time

- about the clingy: i think theyre average on it; nikolais just very physical and touchy with his affection when fyodor is around and fyodors fyodor

- fyodors the first kiss bc he used it once to coax nikolai into something pre-relationship. other than that nikolai cracks faster

- i think fyodor hates feeling vulnerable and nikolais pretty claustrophobic so big spoon is both their preference. they fight over it yeah

- fyodors chaotic but he barely owns anything so ppl think hes tidy. nikolais those ppl that knows their mess

- irl dostoyevsky was scared of spiders after his siberian exile, i believe? forgot where i read that. fun hc!

- they both r vague... nikolai keeps using flowery words and fyodors naturally cryptic unless demanded for. hes also those ppl that r like "nevermind, maybe later" after saying smth clearly important

- i didnt place anything in height difference because fyodors always slouching that his height might as well be him shorter by a head lmao + headcanon age for fyodor is like 26 but hes like . a few months older . sometimes hes just an ability like dead apple shibusawa whatever i feel like it

[sewercentipede]

brown eyes arent special or pretty or any of that tubmlr brown-eye-superiority propaganda like i know everyone saying they are the beautifulest color dooesnt actually believe what hteyre saying but they wish they believed it. but we all know theyre boring and we're just overcompensating for not having actually cool colored eyes like green or blue or hazel or the rare extremely light brown color that looks genuinely golden. and its like, who cares. brown eyes are boring and this has and always will be true, and thats okay. its fine. its fine. you can love ur brown eyes while still knowing theyre not as pretty as hazel or green or blue eyes. but lying that theyre the superior eye color is just annoying because we all know in our heart of hearts that it isnt true and id rather own it than lie about it. just own it. your eyes are the color of poop. theyre poop colored. ok? but you know what is actually cool and superior about that? nobody can tell when ur on drugs than make ur pupils super big or super small. and that is really nice

[itsbebebe]

So I got bored and decided to binge rewatch some deltarune theory videos and now I'm writing this i guess. I dont hang out too much in the deltarune tumblr tags so idk how much of this is spewing well agreed ideas already but...

Its interesting to me how susie and noelle have this sort of order v chaos thing in terms of their narrative roles. (This is looking like a long post so ill be kind and add a cut here)

Susie is like the character that drills the "your choices dont matter" concept into you (the player - if im referring to kris in this post ill use their name). Not only is she the first to say it but the main times where you make a choice and it doesnt matter are because theyre stopped by susie. Iirc, the only power you have over susie in her segments in both chapters are in puzzle solving (something that actively aids her in her goal). During both the lancer battle and the ferris wheel scene you cannot change what happens. You just have to sit there and watch. Not only that, but susie also can straight up override your decisions in moments like when you try and decide who to go with at the crossroads in chapter 2. You also cannot stop Susie fighting at the start of chapter 1. Some of the few choices that you do make (how you design the thrash machine in chapter 1, speaking to onion san in chapter 1 in hometown) are specifically done when susie isnt around to stop you.

Susie, intentionally or not, forces some order upon the story. She helps force the beads down their designated path, or whatever that metaphor in the hospital is.

However, in chapter 2, susie, by her own choice, leaves for a while and its our new party member who allows us to make a big choice that will matter. Snowgrave. Ive seen people point out before that the snowgrave route really parallels noelles history with game bugs (shown mainly through the sweepstakes blog posts) as the route feels like a game break. In fact it is a game break, considering you are supposed to not have any meaningful choices and do the normal route. It sort of makes it seem like Noelle herself facillitated the route. Not only that, but Noelle (likely due to insecurities in her relationship with Kris) lets you make a lot of choices when you are with her. (I think it could even been argued noelles presence allows you to override susies tendency to stop you making choices in the cutscene at the start of chapter 2).

So Noelle allows you to make the choices, allows the chaos. Susie keeps you on a set road, enforces the order.

This is a fun frame on their relationship. If you told me there was 2 characters, one of which was a girl who was a known rulebreaker and bully and the others was a girl who was top of her class and the mayors daughter, and asked me to tell you which one was chaos and which one was order, i would get it wrong! (It also seems like a good framework to throw some tragedy upon their relationship but lets not think about that rn)

But now if you are anything like me you will be thinking "where do ralsei and kris (as our other 2 established main characters) fall onto this chaos v order paradigm we have established?"

Lets start with kris, as their position feels more quantifiable. Kris does what you tell them. By our established parameters that should make them more chaos leaning. However, Kris will actively stop you from affecting how each chapter ends. This suggests that they want some sort of order, or control over you but will allow you most of the time to make decisions, and allow chaos.

This suggests Kris is order leaning but chaos permitting.

Ralsei, meanwhile, i dont think sits on the paradigm as we have established it. He wants the prophecy to be fulfilled but he wants us to make changes that lead there. He gets upset when Kris is unable to make choices but firmly believes we must fulfill the prophecy. What ralsei does and doesnt know about Kris or us is vague and unknown, and therefore by extension how he feels about Kris and us is vague and unknown.

So is he more order - forcing us to do specific things and stopping us from having meaningful choices in the story? Not really... But then is he more chaos - allowing us to make big changes? In a sort of apathetic, not really bothered way maybe. All in all, i think Ralsei falls outside of the scale, as he has a very unique relationship with us and Kris.

Generally, choices and chaos and order are all very big themes in deltarune. So i think its interesting to link the two together like this.

[musicallisto]

: ̗̀➛ 𝒘𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 (prince friedrich x f!reader)

@acupnoodle requested: hii, if requests are open could i get a drabble for prince Friedrich from bridgerton if you write for him? enemies to lovers maybe? they meet at the ball after a long time and lots of jabs at each other just to hide the fact that theyre jealous? and they get tgt at the end?? Totally fine if you dont want to write it but thank!!!

summary: "And so Colin knew what London didn't. England's most coveted Duchess had found and lost her heart between foreign hands, and Prussia's dashing heir carried many an anguish from his first trip overseas."

word count: 4.2k

features: f!reader, colin bridgerton as my thirdwheeling emotional support golden retriever, loosely following show canon (set sometime after season 2, but the fling between daphne and friedrich didn't happen). mentions of praying/religion. jealousy, angst with a happy ending. it's about the Yearning.

author notes: because i cannot imagine friedrich antagonizing anyone (he is just so sweet<3) reader & him are not exactly enemies... but I hope you find the bad blood between them satisfactory!

soundtrack: the ghost of you | 𝄞

𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 of champagne always produced this curious white foam, or was it yet another property of Lady Danbury's extravagant buffet?

Perhaps if you inspected your glass closer... shook it counterclockwise...

"Wouldn't you agree, Lady Y/N?"

Your head shot upward, your gaze leaving your three-quarters empty flute to meet an Earl, whose name had blurred with those of the other guests the second you'd been introduced.

"Ah, no doubt about it, my Lord."

The unnamed Count gave a satisfied nod of the head, and his naively hopeful gaze flickered—like that of the Queen's silly little dogs when they were promised food—, a sign he was thoroughly pleased with your answer.

Very few Lords in London would have felt dispirited at a young Duchess's reply, as disinterested and fabricated as it may be. But very few Lords in London asked questions worth answering earnestly.

The Earl, all thinning quiff and gnarled knucklebones, opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could utter a word a silhouette stood out from the colorful cloud of sequined dancers in the background; its firm hand and clear eyes reached you before the man's could.

"Lady Y/N," Colin Bridgerton greeted as he bowed, then turned to the other man, now disgruntled. "Lord Argyll, Your Grace." Of course, Colin remembered every inexhaustible flatterer in high society—winning people over, with his timely pleasantries and enthralling tales, was second nature to him, as effortless as it was for you to sulk behind flowered pillars; and perhaps such was the reason behind your unlikely friendship. Or perhaps was it because Colin Bridgerton was among the few who did not deem your title too high to befriend.

Or the even fewer who deemed it too low, you thought with acerbic laughter, but swatted the barb away.

"I believe I am next on your dance card, your Grace."

You did not bother to check his claim—it would not be the first time you and Colin had danced, him a far more energetic partner than the doormats of the ton; and it would certainly not be the last a Bridgerton came to your daring rescue.

"Certainly, sir—If you will hold this for an instant, my Lord?" In saying so you handed the disoriented suitor your glass of champagne, and he had no presence of mind to protest. "Thank you kindly..."

"But Lady Y/N—"

"I fear my obligations have caught up to me!" you exclaimed, led away by an emboldened Colin.

He stifled a laugh at that; leaning over to observe him, you saw the quiver of his lips, and almost lost your composure yourself. How easy it was to laugh with the Bridgertons, if only for an instant! If only to forget the catastrophe your heart still bore, heavy as lead and profound as a ravine...

"I see you continue to find yourself in the clutches of every demon this side of the Thames, Your Grace."

"Oh, tell me about it. You would think they were insects driven to madness by the faintest light."

"Light, you say? I had thought of fire, rather."

"If only! Then they would burn and never return..."

But the promise of a sizable dowry and prestige of marrying up loomed over you like an omen of terror, leaving you to fend off every increasingly pathetic suitor alone. Well, mostly alone—Colin faced you, cheerful and relaxed, and you both fell into the brisk steps of a quadrille as the violins picked up.

"But will you not give any of them the time of day?"

"Mister Bridgerton—"

"I merely seek to understand your position!" He dropped his voice to a whisper, twirling around you with astounding agility, fabric brushing against fabric. "There is the matter of two years ago, I know..."

"Must you really bring this up?"

"You say you will not marry into my family, you hardly have other friends among the ton—"

"Diplomatic as ever, sir."

"Yet you will not entertain any of the men vying for your affections. You wish to marry, only..." he vaguely embraced all the room and its bustling partygoers, graceful enough in his dancing to camouflage it as part of a twist. "Someone else. Is that correct?"

"It is a bit more complicated, but..."

A spin on your heels brought you facing the main doors, and the gathering of sweeping hairdos before them. A gentleman moved, a lady shifted; and in the crook between an ear and a shoulder, you saw them. The glimmers of navy blue and silver. They shone in the dim light for a split second—gone the next, as you danced forth and turned your back on them; but the mere mirage of them knocked the wind out of your chest.

Colin might then have asked if you were quite alright, but your ears only registered a shrill whirring, as if the violins had gotten jammed on a shriek. You craned your neck until it hurt, almost tripped on your feet trying to catch a glimpse. But it was him. Clear as day, poised and bright as the spring sky in regal blue, his every smile an accidental love song to the squealing debutantes before him. Him, him, him...!

Every single day for the past two years, you had begged heaven to let you forget his face, and yet suddenly he was all you could see, all you could breathe. A paralyzing cloud creeping down your lungs.

"Were you not forewarned? His Majesty is to spend the next four weeks among us..." murmured Colin.

His coddling tone betrayed immense empathy, and an evident realization you had not, indeed, been warned. Yet you remained oblivious to his sorry compassion, clumsily dodging his shoulder at the very last second. Your eyes stared unseeing at Prince Friedrich and his cohort, motionless but nervous underneath the glass chandeliers. And he, charming and ingenuous as ever... as if he'd never known the ballroom. As if he hadn't torn your heart out right there, under the furtive shadow of the alcoves.

"Whatever for?" was all you could mutter. "I thought he only dealt with royal company."

"Your guess is as good as mine," Colin's voice hummed from afar, the bitter edge of your words not lost on him.

The Bridgertons' third son was perhaps the last person you'd ever imagined sharing your heartaches with—word was on the street he had broken his fair share of hearts himself, not by malice or depravity but simply his outstanding blindness to anything remotely sensitive. Yet fate had bound your amorous disillusionments, two years prior: him, humiliated before the ton for daring to believe in disinterested love; and you, foolish and prideful enough to love a Prince and suffer the burn.

And so Colin knew what London didn't. England's most coveted Duchess had found and lost her heart between foreign hands, and Prussia's dashing heir carried many an anguish from his first trip overseas.

"Heavens above, Colin, he's coming this way," you gasped and grabbed onto your friend's shoulder for support. He recoiled at the unexpected touch, leading you off the floor, by the idle musicians, but didn't mention the aghast pallor of your eyes. "Please hide me. He must not see me..."

"Shall I fetch you some water? You look like you're about to pass out."

"No! Don't you dare leave me alone, Bridg..."

All your valiant efforts to disappear between Colin and the large cellos collapsed in one instant. Your stomach dropped; a shiver washed over your whole spine.

"Mister Bridgerton!" And your entire body trembled at the accent, so familiar yet half forgotten already, that would murmur the world's most harrowing poetry in secret coves. "Congratulations on your brother's nuptials, I must—"

He stopped. His breath hitched, and though he hid it well, you knew your souls were woven from the same thread and would have known his every heartbeat in the rumbling vastness of the ocean.

Nothing in this world, however, no desperate prayers to the skies and no sorrowful expiation on canvases and blank notebooks, could have prepared you for the moment your eyes collided.

"Lady Y/N Y/L/N," he breathed, eyes wide and disbelieving, carrying the stigmata of a painfully closed wound. "I thought you..."

I thought you would be in your country abode, wed to another, nursing children of your own. I thought you would be on your throne, leading empires to their doom. I thought you would be draped in fine silk and dripping in gold, on some powerful heir's arm. I thought you would speak another's name with that insurgent devotion, the one that brought me to ruin. I thought I would never see you again...

Somehow you remembered how propriety expected you to behave, and the hand you extended for him to kiss barely trembled.

"Your Highness," you whispered curtly, caring little how wrong and distraught the formality sounded. Colin tensed, still standing between the two of you.

"Did you have a safe journey, Your Highness?" he aptly interrupted the tension, and you eventually caught your breath.

"Perfectly splendid, thank you."

He spoke with that flawless politeness of his, always charming and restrained, baring so little of his spirit... To find the man you'd loved so ardently standing in front of you, to reach within his soul and find a phantom so translucent and thin... Maybe his prayers had been granted, and he had erased it all. It made you sick.

"We weren't expecting you to be back so soon in London, in truth," continued Colin, and even his dazzling extroversion was suffering on your behalf.

"Well, every man eventually finds a reason to retrace his steps... return to what he has left behind. I trust you understand that too, mister Bridgerton?"

It took you a second to catch his bitter tone, so uncharacteristic of him—another second to notice his pointed look at your hand. It still clasped Colin's shoulder, way too close for comfort.

"Oh—!"

"Forgive me—"

Your whole face and neck burnt as you fiddled with your moist hands, but all Friedrich gave you was an unspeakably painful grin, halfway through regret and vitriol, perfectly mirroring your own. He had not erased anything.

"Colin!"

A partly-disheveled brown updo bounced into view from behind Colin, sparing but a glance at the Crown Prince of Prussia.

"Colin, we need your help at once, Francesca spilled her drink on some obnoxious Baron and locked herself in the ladies' refreshing room to avoid the embarrassment, you must talk her down from the hysteria, Mother is about to tear her hair out. Gentleman, Y/N," Eloise hurriedly added, and if she did notice the medals and distinctions on Friedrich's chest, she showed nothing of it.

"Oh! I will go talk to her, if that could help—"

"I'm afraid it must be my brother. He has a way of defusing even the direst of straits like you wouldn't believe, and he knows our sister well..."

"Eloise, are you trying to make a scene in front of the Crown Prince—" Colin admonished between his teeth, redness gripping his cheeks, but Friedrich shook his head with an easy smile.

"It is quite alright. I know a thing or two about rambunctious siblings."

Caught between Eloise's pleading, impatient eyes—and God knew her as impatient, but pleading?—and Lady Y/N's, that threatened irrevocable murder... Colin exhaled shakily.

"Please excuse me, my lady, Your Highness..."

He had disappeared into the crowd, Eloise's ridiculous feathers in tow before you could grab his sleeve and curse his whole lineage. Friedrich, on the other hand, found sweet hilarity in the Bridgertons' antics, if his subtle smile was any indication... albeit lacerated by the terse flick of your fan.

"You look the picture of radiance, lady Y/N."

"What are you doing here?"

He frowned, and his shoulders tensed ever so slightly. If you held your fan just right, wide open and below your nose, you would manage to hide the tremor of your lips, the faltering of your resolve.

"Well, you certainly remember frequent voyages around Europe are part of a royal's duties..."

"Yet you made it abundantly clear you had no business in England anymore, Your Highness."

His expression darkened, like a storm brutally obscuring the horizon, and he let out a sigh rumbling with fatigue. Your grip on your fan weakened as he fidgetted with the hem of his gloves, but you forced your eyes not to leave his evading gaze.

"I had hoped we might have a civil conversation, but perhaps I was mistaken."

"I do apologize, Eure Hoheit," and his eyes snapped back to your face at the effortless, disdainful German, but you stood firm and cold. "Surely this party lacks guests of royal rank, to elevate the conversation."

"Y/N—"

He had heaved the name with scandalous familiarity and leaned close so that the only witness to your desperate rage would be the crook between your mouths. And the party behind you melted away into fury.

"After all, a vulgar Duchess is much too lowly to amuse the heir to the throne. Or is that not the sentiment in Prussia?"

"You know I never insinuated anything of the sort—"

"But you let the thought run and fester until everyone in Prussia believed I was a... a lowlife, which amounts to the same—"

"What do you reckon I should have done? Disobey my family, my kingdom—"

"Perhaps you should never have crossed my path nor addressed me a word!" You were pleading in a whisper, all defenses bared, your fan wilted against your chest. "If I had known you had never intended to be true to your word, and all your vows were for naught..."

"Please, my lady. You cared little for any of my vows when you were on Colin Bridgerton's arm," he hissed with such resentment you were taken aback, and it seemed the recoil of his words wounded him too, because his voice crumbled then. "You deserve every bit of happiness he may give you, but do not fault me for attempting what you have evidently accomplished already."

"You are gravely mistaken..."

But you trailed off, bewitched and confounded and unsteady, lost to the swirling seas of genuine grief in Friedrich's eyes, the shaky grimace into which his lips contorted after he spoke.

Where did those eyes stop and where did the horizon commence, in such a vast expanse of wordless meaning? Were those not the exact hues of the sky you'd pleaded and begged so desperately to relieve you of the memory?

Had you been praying to him all this time, your only god the dizzying warmth of his bare hands on your chest?

"Your Highness! There you are!"

The bubble ruptured, and you emerged gasping for air, fanning yourself with urgency. Thankfully, miss Edwina Sharma had either the requisite naivete not to notice, or the tasteful diplomacy not to mention, the fierce tension she had punctured.

"I am terribly sorry to spring up on you this way, but, ahem... I believe your aunt had promised me your first dance, do you remember? And, well..." She only noticed you then, and her eyes enlarged. "Are the two of you acquainted?"

"Only slightly."

"I know of her."

Neither reply embarrassed itself with courtesy, but Edwina still withheld any acknowledgment, much to your relief.

"I was only unaware that His Majesty was... eligible."

Edwina's quizzical glance swayed between both ends of the quarrel, but Friedrich could not tear his eyes away from you. You, shattered and powerless, but too proud to let any hint of devastation show, who calmly nodded to yourself when he did not answer.

So it had never been about the title, had it? What his family, what his entire country detested was not your lack of royal parentage. It was you. Down to your barest existence.

Had he intended to honor his pledge at all, when he had promised you infinity with his burning fingertips? To honor you, when you were both so certain you'd be wedded that you had let him worship you in the twilight?

"Forgive my absent-mindedness, miss Sharma. Shall you do me the honor?"

She took his arm. The brush of fabric against fabric hissed in your ear; white-hot stars veiled your vision, long enough for the pair to disappear on the dance floor, still too fleeting to soothe the pungent ache.

Seconds, minutes wafted past your sad little corner of the party, invisible teardrops cutting across your skin. The only indication time had not swallowed you whole was a blurry, outstretched hand waving before your eyes.

"Y/N? Lady Y/N, you're decidedly unwell. Do you wish to go home?"

Colin's concern shook you out of your lethargy, the colors of the dancing room falling back into place. Thankfully, your friend seemed too preoccupied with his lopsided handkerchief to notice the sob you gulped.

"You cannot imagine how lucky you are to have well-behaved siblings. Only my family would cause such a scandal at Lady Danbury's... and send me, of all people, to settle it! I hardly believe Benedict could not spare a second of his brooding to solve the conundrum. Are you quite alright?"

"Will you dance with me?"

Colin almost dropped the handkerchief.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me right. We should dance. I insist."

"But—twice in a row? People will..."

He looked over his shoulder at an indefinite point beyond the waltzing crowd. Even among the faces and through the cigar smoke, Penelope's fiery red curls were unmistakable. To him, at least.

"I promise, mister Bridgerton, that if everything goes according to plan, miss Featherington shall have nothing to fear from me starting tonight."

If anything had ever swayed mister Colin Bridgerton, it surely was a lively dance with a good friend at an exhilarating party... and so you were anything but surprised when he offered you his arm and marched you back into the lion's den. Now all you had to do was find the lion and reason with him. Beg him, perhaps. Whatever demanded less courage.

Polite clapping from the outer edges of the dancefloor marked the end of the waltz. From the corner of your eye you sighted Edwina, a vision in coral and virtue—perhaps had you been the same on your debut, doe-eyed and devoted. Friedrich wore courteous interest well, and was as graceful in his steps as in his conversation; still, scathing darkness permeated his every move, crevices so deep only the crude shadows of laughter escaped them. Neither of them made the move to step off the floor. Mordant flames pranced over all the couples; understanding flickered in Colin's eyes, then something like compassion. Cellos picked up a fast tune, the go-ahead to a race. Like a single man, the pairs began their dance.

Never before had you been so grateful for Colin's apt dancing. He led you exactly where you needed to go, discrete enough not to break the meticulous formation, breezing past unsuspecting pairs. If you planted your heels in the ground hard enough, you might just convince yourself you were grounded enough for what was coming... until the violins trilled, Colin gave you away with a resolute nod, you spun with calculated precision, and found yourself face to face with your new partner.

Friedrich did not tremble when your paths crossed, but grazed your hand with an easy smile. Could he taste it, too? That thunder of sulfur rumbling in your throat?

"Miss Sharma is a marvelous young woman. You chose well."

"She is. Though I am afraid I did not have much say in the matter."

His voice was but a strained chord as you circled one another, his hand on your shoulder both a caress and a gash. So close and never enough. His suppliant eyes pulling and pulling you in…

You both snapped back at the same time. He twirled and you spun, back to back, and returned to your previous partners. Colin's raised eyebrow seemed to enjoy the parleys much more than you did.

"And here I thought there existed no man more obtuse than you…"

You missed Colin's snicker. The levity he brought disappeared when Friedrich's handsome frown replaced him once more. Acid bubbled in your chest again… until there was none, and a gaping hole in its place. Only remained the certainty you loved Friedrich. You loved him still. And you would long after the empires he battled crumbled.

Amidst the millions of questions he had incited, only one burned your tongue. You leaned in with the music, murmuring just below his jaw.

"Did you ever love me, Friedrich?"

The very air from his lungs halted.

"Or did you lie to me, like you are lying to her now?"

Not a sound escaped his open mouth, from lack of courage, or because the song came to an end just then. You bowed, a hand to your heart, and swallowed your spleen away. Then you were gone, speeding past a distraught Friedrich and a bewildered Edwina, out of the ballroom like the very walls were draining you out of your blood.

Your feet carried you a few meters beyond the door, until you collapsed against the railing, grabbing its cold metal with all your might. The winter drizzle stung your bowed head, like sharp pearls of rain; you couldn't even tell whether your tremors were the cold of the night or barely contained sobs. Below, the night flickered, blurry, like a jagged picture that the black horizon and the laughter from the party struggled to encompass.

Only the hurried footsteps behind you shook you out of your daze.

"Y/N. Please."

Gentle, as always. Soft and kind. The sheer utterance of your name carried hundreds of years of devotion. You turned around. How come the dimming light framing his face made him even more beautiful and aching?

"I cannot bear to see you like this. Even more so if it is my fault."

"And yet it is all I have been since you departed," you retorted, calling on the sky to give you any remnant of vigor. "Do you not understand? I loved you wholly and unconditionally like I shall never love another. I sacrificed my body and soul for a love so grand, and—and you relinquished it all overnight! You made me a wanton in Prussia and a pariah in England—you exiled me, Friedrich, for there is not a place on Earth I may walk where I am not reminded of you, yet I cannot loathe you. How could I, when you still hold my heart in captivity, and will forevermore?"

He took a step closer, a trembling hand on his heart. Though you furiously blinked away the tears, his shaky words only ignited more.

"I have been a coward and a scoundrel, and there is not a single day that goes by where I do not pray you may forgive me one day. But never have I been dishonest with you."

Another step. The moonlight sparkled, full of silent explosions.

"I loved you then, with all that a man possesses. I loved you still when the King commanded me back to Prussia and introduced me to every princess in Europe. I loved you, feverish and desperate, when my aunt insisted I pursue miss Edwina Sharma. And I love you, foolishly indeed, but no less ardently, now that I am back before you, pleading you will forgive me. Every waking hour, every second I breathe in the sunlight, and in every dream I have, I love you."

"What reason do I have to believe you now?" you cried, not realizing you had stepped forward yourself. Pulling and pulling you in…

"None, I fear. I should only like you to know... that I have suffered every day without you like a hundred of torture… yet seeing you again tonight, right here but so far, is more agony than I thought a man could endure. I realize now I have demanded far too great a sacrifice from you to expect to be loved selflessly in return… but should you want me again, I vow to love you as you deserve. Out in the open, like a firework and a medal to my chest."

Something within you rustled, then shattered, quietly, then all at once. As though the world had lilted, you fell forward, into his arms.

Friedrich caught you, steady and soothing, and his deep breathing and the fresh scent of his dampened collar rocked you with care. How vastly the universe had shifted in just a split second! How easy it all was, to be held and adored by him, like the last two years had been nothing but a bad dream you just woke up from…

"Your people hate me," you murmured through the torrent of your tears.

"They won't."

"Your father disapproves."

"He will learn."

"You will stay?"

"Forever."

Droplets caressed the crown of your hair, perhaps the timid rainshower, or your lost Prince as he kissed the top of your head. You sighed, and chuckled for no reason at all, until you heard his chest purr with undisguised mirth.

"Whatever is so funny?"

"Nothing. And everything, all at once. Forget it."

He did. He would have forgotten anything, with no qualms nor effort, neither fear nor doubt, blanketed by your body's graceful warmth.

Thousands of miles off the ground, a gentle moon smiled down on two fated lovers, forever locked in a forbidden embrace.

tagging; @softeninglooks @alexxavicry (all my writing) @retvenkos @noesapphic (bridgerton)