#and yet it makes a certain awful sense that of course things would happen that way

[anghraine]

It’s interesting because Wickham is such a trashfire of a human being and the context is so awful, but there is still something deeply apropos about Darcy being at his wedding.

[kazumist]

RELATIONSHIP SHENANIGANS .ᐟ

✩ — aka the silly little bf headcanons that i have for some genshin men.

✩ — includes: various x gn!reader. fluff !! and crack. no cws. wc: 684. please reblog! it helps me a lot :D

diluc — !

diluc is sometimes clumsy in the kitchen. not only that, he’s playful too. he has the small tendency to start a random war between you two by throwing each other flour until the kitchen is drowning in the white powder. there are times when he rarely gets to spend time with you, so he wants all of your memories together to be memorable until god knows when. diluc dislikes wasting time, but if you gave him a chance, he would gladly waste many hours with you doing absolutely nothing.

venti — !

venti makes a lot of drunken confessions whenever you encounter him at taverns. although his words are slurred, they're still understandable. he also acts clingy yet very affectionate whenever the alcohol he consumes takes over him. grabby hands, peppering kisses, you name it. venti has a slight chance to also get rather… pouty at times. if you deny his affection, get ready to be greeted with a pout and crossed arms. even when he’s drunk, venti is slightly aware of what he’s doing.

albedo — !

despite having smarts, albedo doesn’t have a sense of rhythm. he has heard a few songs and all that, yes, but he can’t dance. he doesn’t know how to, albedo’s moves would all be off timed—whether it’s early or late, it’s always out of rhythm. he’s tried fixing this issue of his, but it never seemed to work no matter what he did. so in the end, albedo just avoids dancing in general. unless, of course, it’s you. he’s more than glad to dance with you—even if it means embarrassing himself.

kaeya — !

although kaeya is charming, he’s similar to albedo. kaeya has a sense of rhythm, yes, but he cannot sing. every note he lets out is always off-pitched and hurtful to the ears. he asked venti for help since he’s a bard himself, but it never paid off. poor kaeya; if someone asks him to sing, he just simply declines or excuses himself for a while. but if you ask him, he doesn’t mind. if it means bringing a smile to your face with his awful singing.

zhongli — !

zhongli sometimes mistakes the time or dates. he’s lived long enough, but that doesn’t mean he didn't make a few mistakes as to what’s happening right now. there are also times when he gets caught up in his own words, wondering if the date he just stated was accurate or not. zhongli doesn’t just forget the dates—he often questions you as well. zhongli would also forget the dates as a joke for you; he finds it cute how you sigh at him, smiling right after before answering his question.

xiao — !

xiao has a habit of widening his eyes whenever he sees something new or unfamiliar to him. this always happens whenever you introduce him to a certain thing that he’s never encountered before in all the years he’s lived. you find this cute yet funny of him to do—he also asks you why you’re staring at him while he observes what you showed him.

childe — !

water gun fights. i said what i said. childe loves to play the silliest games with you; the one he loves the most is an old water gun fight. if it was winter or not, a snowball fight would be great for him as well. similar to diluc, childe wants your memories with him to be memorable—silly or not, he doesn’t care. as long as it’s something that your mind would hold onto, he’s fine with that.

dainsleif — !

dainsleif likes to make messed-up paper crafts (or origamis; it’s the same either way) for you. even though his paper crane’s wing is a bit folded and crumpled, he tried his best to make it look decent. dainsleif doesn’t like staying in the city often, so his and your source of entertainment would be creating origami. he doesn’t know if you hold onto what he makes (which you do; you have a whole pouch of it where most of his creations are stored), but he wants something to be with you if you end up parting ways.

[faulty-writes]

Hello! I really love your work and your representations of the characters, i never seen a mha account write this good.

Could your please do romantic headcanons of iida with a chilhoodfriend? It can be anything you want.

Thank you for such amazing work, i really like your fanfics and how you write the characters.

[ Awe, thank you! I appreciate that you enjoy my writing and support my blog! <3 I hope I did your request justice. ]

The first time you met him, you were five years old, at a meeting, attending a prestigious school for gifted children. Tenya was standing across the room, observing his surroundings with his family, and when the two of you made eye contact, you shyly glanced away while he smiled.

You didn't tend to make friends, and Tenya put people off because of his odd way of speaking and bizarre arm movements. However, you found them endearing, and over the course of your elementary school years, you grew closer and had each other's back.

When the time came for you to advance to the next grade, you felt saddened that you would be separated from Tenya. But fate had other plans, and you, yet again, found yourself attending another school together. You happened to bump into him while trying to navigate through the crowd of fellow students. He was happy to see you. "It's quite astounding that we should meet again! However, I am quite honored to have you by my side once more!"

The two of you shared various hobbies. In fact, it was you who introduced Tenya to the wonders of encyclopedias and since then, he committed to them. Others might think he only read them because of his intelligence but the truth was, he read them because they reminded him of you, his dearest friend.

"I wish to make my family lineage proud and attend Yuuei to become a hero!" You'd be shocked at his confession if it weren't the same thing you wanted to do. But you remained silent as he took your hands, and your heart raced as he looked at you and said, "Forgive me if I am being rather forward. However, I want to request that you enroll at Yuuei as well. Regardless of whether we are separated into different departments does not matter because I do not want to lose you."

It wasn't until you witnessed Tenya during the entrance exams that you realized your attraction to him. His built physique and agility had you smitten, and this was the origin of your feelings for him. Likewise, despite ending up in the general studies department, Tenya's feelings for you shifted into a more romantic sense when he witnessed how hard you worked on your academic studies.

Apart from the obvious mutual attraction you felt for one another, neither of you confessed your feelings for fear of ruining your friendship. But those around you seemed to notice the romantic tension in the air whenever you two were together. Of course, every time someone questioned either of you, there was denial.

The first time you tried to kiss him was during the winter when you slipped and scraped your knee on a patch of ice. Tenya offered to carry you to the bathroom where he could properly dress and treat the scrape. He was so gentle when he was applying antiseptic that you couldn't help but lean forward with the intention to kiss him but ended up bumping heads instead.

Your first actual kiss was during the first-year prom dance, the lighting gave a romantic atmosphere as did the soft music. Tenya looked handsome in his blue suit, and his eyes sparkled in the darkened light. You couldn't help but lean forward, and to your surprise, he followed, and a spark came when your lips collided.

"Are you certain you wish to proceed with this…" he cleared his throat, "step in our relationship?" He was happy that the two of you had shared that wonderful kiss and had, at the same time, nonverbally expressed your feelings for one another. But he was still concerned that romance would ruin your friendship.

You managed to help Tenya through his worries and proved that despite your long-life friendship, the two of you were indeed romantically compatible. It was shortly after this that Tenya began to envision your future together. He, as a pro hero, and you by his side with the potential of expanding the Iida family.

[myersmaniac]

Bernard x Y/n ( Scott’s niece) pt.1

Falling like snow.

It was a very snowy winter's day at the North Pole, Bernard went about his usual business, ensuring all toys were being made with love and care, he knew today Scott’s niece would be visiting for the very first time so he made sure that everything was in check and looked just as magical as possible, he really didn’t suspect much would happen today but little did he know that this particular day would forever change his life. Y/N found herself walking into Santa's workshop, it was more beautiful than she’d imagined. She was in awe of the Christmas wonderland surrounding her, she took a deep breath soaking all the Christmas magic surrounding her in, she was very quickly pulled out of her trance by a certain elf “ you must be Scott’s niece, I’m Bernard the head elf, I’d be happy to show you around.” Y/n was no longer enchanted by all of the lights, decorations, snow and other material things instead it was Bernard who now held her full attention. With mischievous eyes twinkling like stars, and a smile that could melt icicles, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with for Bernard. Though the air was freezing cold and followed by a winters blow the both of them felt a rush of warmth flow through their bodies just by looking at each other. “ uhh, yeah yeah that’d be great thanks, you can call me y/n by the way it’s nice to meet you Bernard.” Bernard had never seen anyone as beautiful as y/n to him she was like a snow Angel. As they began to walk around Bernard began to talk “ Scott’s told me a lot about you, he says you’re pretty mischievous. Do me a favor and keep that mischievousness out of the workshop we’re very busy here.” Bernard says. “ you have nothing to worry about Bernie, I’m not gonna mess up your precious head elf duties.” Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and giggled. “ and another things it’s Bernard not Bernie.” Bernard responded. “ yeah yeah whatever Bernie.” Y/n said as she trotted off to go visit her uncle. Y/N wasted no time in making her presence known as she stayed at the North Pole, always finding ways to engage Bernard in conversation. She possessed a quick wit and a flirtatious nature that seemed to make the usually confident elf blush and stumble over his words. Bernard walked into the room with a candy cane in his pocket prepared for a snack, “ you seem very excited to see me Bernie” y/n said with a wink as she looked down towards his pocket. Bernards cheeks turned 10 shades of red “ it’s a candy cane!” He said with wide eyes and his teeth pressed down together. Her playful banter had a strong effect on Bernard, of course he’d never admit it but she was slowly starting to tell, so of course she’d do everything in her power to get to him. Every day, Y/N would find new ways to push Bernard's boundaries, slipping in dirty jokes and slight touches during conversations about toy-making and reindeer training. The contrast of her innocent appearance and cheeky sense of humor left Bernard awestruck and captivated. He couldn't help but be drawn to her magnetic personality. He acted as if he could care less about being around her, as if it were his obligation to do so but she knew better. “ Hey Bernie when we gonna sneak off to your office and have a little fun.” Y/n playfully said. “ only in your dreams.” Bernard said with an annoyed expression. as the days turned into weeks, his love for her only intensified. It filled him with joy and warmth, yet also tugged at his heartstrings, knowing that their time together would eventually come to an end. “ hey y/n” Bernard said in a serious tone, y/n quickly turned her head, she could tell something was off. “ hmm” she responded quietly. “ when do you have to leave here?” He asked subtly. Her face lit up “ aweee Bernie you’re gonna miss me” she teased shaking his arm. “ no.. I’m just excited to see you go.” He said lying straight through his teeth. They went on about their business but Bernard was still worried, he didn’t really get a direct answer. Eventually Bernard got the call he was dreading from Santa. “ hey Bernard can you help y/n get her things together?” ..

[cnnmairoll]

Whispered Melodies

Pairing : Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

a/n : based on my campus tour so hopefully this makes sense 🙏

You nervously adjusted your bag strap as you stood in the bustling crowd of students, waiting for your campus tour to begin. Today was the day you would explore the university you had dreamed of attending, hoping to get a glimpse of the life you could lead here. As the tour groups were being assigned, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with a touch of anxiety. Little did you know that this day would hold something unexpected, something that would make your heart race like never before.

Finally, the groups were assigned, and you found yourself standing next to the person who had occupied your thoughts for far too long—Kuroo Tetsurou. He was charismatic, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. He had an effortless charm that captivated everyone around him, including you. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending the next few hours with him.

The tour guide led your group through the various stands, showcasing the different majors offered at the university. You found yourself in front of the music major stand, eyes widening with awe. The display was filled with musical instruments, sheet music, and intriguing devices you couldn't quite identify.

Excitement coursed through your veins, for music was one of your greatest passions. The guide began explaining about a certain device, capturing your attention immediately. They showcased a microphone that could amplify even the softest of sounds, usually used for podcasts or any recording related activities.

Each student in the group was given a chance to experience the microphone's capabilities firsthand. Your friends took turns, laughing and whispering silly things that only the person wearing the headphones could hear. The joyous atmosphere filled the room as everyone took pleasure in the amusing game. 

When it was finally your turn, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. You placed the headphones over your ears, the anticipation building up within you. Your friends gathered around, ready to whisper something funny or embarrassing into the microphone. However, just as you were about to press the microphone closer to your lips, Kuroo gently reached out and took it from your hands.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, curious and uncertain about what he had in mind. With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned in close to the microphone, his lips barely brushing against it. The words that left his mouth were so soft that they were meant for your ears alone.

"You know, whenever I see you, my heart skips a beat. Your smile brightens my day, and being near you feels like music to my soul."

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and your heart pounded in your chest. His confession took you completely by surprise, leaving you momentarily speechless. You stole a quick glance at your friends, who had noticed your flustered state. They bombarded you with questions, asking what had happened, but you decided to keep Kuroo's confession to yourself for now. It felt too precious to share just yet.

With a shy smile, you shook your head, dismissing their inquiries. "Oh, it's nothing. Just got a little embarrassed, that's all."

As the tour continued, your mind was consumed by Kuroo's confession. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, noticing the way he looked back at you with a gentle smile. A newfound warmth spread through your chest, and you knew that this campus tour had become something more—a beginning of a new chapter, an unexpected journey with Kuroo by your side.

And as you continued to explore the campus together, your heart brimmed with anticipation and the promise of a love yet to fully bloom.

[bluenpjm]

diamond of the first water ♛ kth x oc

© singguks × bluenpjm × socksjinie | all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis. The search for true love is a hazardous quest, indeed. Could such a gracious sentiment be the reason for the appearance of the Duke of Elffire? Certainly, all the Mamas of London will have an eye out on the most eligible bachelor of the season.

genre. bridgerton au ㆍ regency au ㆍ angst ㆍ smut ㆍ fluff

pairing. taehyung x oc ft. bts x oc’s

rating. M

wordcount. 5.5K

warnings. some foul language, fights, tension, and jungkook being cranky most of the time.

a/n.  zoë, lily and i have been wanting to write a bridgerton au for months now!! and we found that today was the best way to cross (yet another) au from the list. so, to my other half, my lovely @taespocket. i will forever have you in my life so you can keep me calm and collected. happy birthday sunshine ♡

♛ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ― one ; two

Dearest reader, 

As the season opens, it seems only fitting that one would stay alert. The most prestigious families are exhilarated with the possibility of their oldest being declared the diamond of the season. I can’t help but wonder if this year, the Queen’s senses will be sharpened enough. After all, what happened to the Belgraves after their oldest was found bilk with a married man was a shame… Wasn’t it?

As such, it does not do to dwell on past mistakes, as now all attention must fall on the arrival of the Duke of Elffire — isn’t he the most eligible bachelor? I wonder if anyone will be able to catch his attention and infiltrate his cold heart. All say that the warmth of spring is the best to melt the ice from the winter. One can only dwell so much on why the Duke acts in such a way. 

After Lord Bridgerton’s marriage festivities and, of course, the successful pairing of his sister Daphne in the previous year, one can only expect to see how his cousin, Lord Middleton, will do, as his sister, Eleanor, comes of age and is most certain to be a debutant. I’m certain one would love to know more about this family, as the Bridgertons have had such a perfect record… Does it run in the family, or will the Middletons fall from grace and present us with a thrilling time?

Let us wait, as I will return to you with nothing but the truth of what goes on in the Ton.

Yours truly, 

Lady Birdwhistle.

“Honora,” Jungkook’s stern voice sounded across the room, making the youngest of the Middleton family lift her fingers from the piano tiles, abruptly interrupting the song she was playing. “Go check on your sister. It’s taking ages.” 

Her eyes lifted slowly from the instrument and traveled across the room to where her brother was sitting. Before she could even open her mouth, he had already raised his eyebrows at the not-so-subtle roll of her eyes. “Now, brother… As you see, I am rather busy. As for you, you’re merely sitting. Get up and go check on our sister.” 

Jimin and Hoseok’s laughter fills the room, noticing Junkook’s glare on the youngest of the Middletons and how careless she continued playing, now a more upbeat tune, making the mocking of her brother complete. “What are you two bozos laughing at?” 

“Aren’t you in luck that you’re the head of the house, brother?” Hoseok teased, exchanging looks between his brothers. As the middle children, with only a year separating them, they are closer than anyone else in the family. 

“I can only imagine Jungkook being easily dominated by his wife.” Jimin joins, hitting Hoseok’s leg as he falls deep in laughter. 

“Perhaps we should present you two as bachelors for this year’s season.” Jungkook got up, adjusting the vest he had. “Mother!” 

“Hey, hey!” Hoseok was quick to get up, following after the head of the house. 

“It does sound brilliant, doesn’t it, brother?” Jungkook continued, now leaving the living room at a fast pace. “After all, you have been spending an awful lot of time on those art things of yours. I believe it would–” 

Jungkook is rendered speechless as he comes face to face with his sister, Eleanor, gracefully coming down the stairs. Her hands, covered with lacy white gloves barely touched the stair’s handrail as one pinched the long fabric of the blue dress she wore that contrasted with her pale skin perfectly. Her hair, in a bun plaint, fought to escape, some strawberry-golden locks already celebrating their freedom as they smoothly swayed. 

“Sister,” Hoseok steps forward, his features soft as his eyes smile but his mouth is somewhat agape.

“What are you two fighting over?” The smile on her lips made it known that she was used — or better, expecting — her brothers' antiques. A peaceful day at the Middleton residence was rare.

“Hoseok was pondering about being a bachelor for this season.” Swinging his arm around his brother’s shoulders, Jungkook gives his sister a big smile that she decoded as splattered with mischief. 

“Is that so?” Eleanor laughs. 

“Jungkook, you should follow your brother’s lead. After all, you are the oldest and should be the one giving the example.” Their mother, Grace, speaks.

With a long sigh, Jungkook rubs his temples. “Mother…” 

The matriarch of the home ignores her oldest son, hands tightly wrapped around one another behind her back as she strolls into the living room, her children following her shut. 

“Are you all still sitting? Goodness, have you all lost notion of time?” Eleanor teases her siblings, hands on her hips as if she were the one waiting for them to be ready. The bag around her wrist was small, with a pearly white color, matching her entire outfit.

“El, you look stunning!” Jimin jumps to his sister’s side, hand finding hers and lifting it up, making the girl twirl. “There will be suitors rounding Grosvenor Square for weeks and weeks on end.” 

“Thank you,” Bowing slightly, Eleanor laughs. “And hopefully so! I intend to marry on my very first season.”

“Not that your worth is valued in the number of men that court you, sister,” Honora leaves her seat by the piano. “But I do agree with Jimin. You look magnificent.” 

“Alright, shall we go?” Jungkook abruptly ends the hug between the two sisters. The way his hand falls on his hips makes everyone in the room know that his patience is running low. 

“At once, brother. With such a serious look on your face, all ladies will run from you, not to you.” Jimin pats his back, leading the way towards the entrance of their home, where carriages awaited their departure. 

“I shall keep it then.” 

Not many had the privilege of seeing Queen Charlotte’s humble abodes. In reality, only those in the Ton — the high society, aristocrats, and gentry — had the opportunity to muse with the various invitations to the royal parties. 

After all, the Queen is the most elegant hostess. 

As carriages began to fill the palace’s entryway, even some of the adventuresses of the Town joined. Greeted by the royal guards, the path to follow was clear; a quick walk through the so-esteemed rose gardens and all the way up to the ballroom. Petals guided the way to guests, champagne glasses being offered as they escorted themselves to the presence of the Queen. Even the finest of families were admired at the care with which Queen Charlotte had prepared this year’s opening of the season. 

Perhaps — some summoned the courage to assume as they marched closer to the center of the event — the returning of Lady Birdwhistle had awakened something in the Queen. Something that, for many years, had been dormant. 

Lady Birdwhistle seemed to be the successor of Lady Whistledown — that had tormented the Queen and her Ton. But much more important than that, they had tried to damage her reputation, shedding light on the most controversial rumors (that very little had of fabrication) and were constantly questioning every step given by the royal. 

Of course, others were witty to determine that the new mystery author — a copycat, by the words shared by the Queen to ones closest to her — was never in the presence of Her Royal Highness, had it needed to be someone completely mad to have the gallantry to provoke the head of the Country. 

And the talk amongst the high society was that this year, the Queen was determined to find whoever the filthy creature that had dared to comment so nonchalantly over her past decisions was. As the successor of Lady Whistledown or not, Lady Birdwhistle was certain to pay for all that had been said. Of course, their fate was still uncertain, at the moment, as the Queen secretly was often mixed between disgust and admiration for the audacity of the upcoming writer. 

As the Queen’s arrival into the ballroom is announced, maids finish the last details — a mesh of her wig that wasn’t perfectly curled and the smallest wrinkle in the great gown she wore. 

The crowd applauds her arrival. The image of the Queen is seen with marvel in the eyes of her people. 

The sapphire crown she wears around her wig sets the tone of her entire attire and of what she expects to see amongst the Ton. 

Finally sitting on her throne, Queen Charlotte lifts her hand up in the air, signaling she had enough flattery for the moment. The ladies by her sides are considered her closest friends — despite the Queen not trusting them with her secrets, recurring to them instead for the latest gossip. Their attires match the gown of the Queen, dark shades of blue manifesting beside the throne, like background. 

“Let us begin, shall we?” 

And as the words fell out of the royal’s mouth, everyone went silent. 

“If only the Queen were apt to go to war, all would be well.” The oldest of the Cromwells spoke into Honora’s ear, a giggle leaving the lips of the latter. 

“One could only truly imagine.” 

Sarah, much like Honora, was rebellious toward the traditions of the society she lived in. Not that she hated men and the fate that she was destined to live — in fact, she already had an eye out for one eligible bachelor. But she did find that this courtesy made to the Queen was excessive. And a little bit humorous.

“I assume that by you being here you’re not going to present yourself to the Queen?” Honora asked. As the oldest of her household and as Sarah had just gotten of age, it sounded a bit mad for her to miss this opportunity. Even to Honora. 

“Of course not.” Confidently, the blonde clarifies. “I am not an object to be presented. And if I have to be completely honest, I just couldn’t help but appreciate the fuss it caused home.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.” Only a couple of years apart, the two girls had grown to be inseparable, both relishing in literature and their views of society as if they shared the same brain. 

Remaining situated on her throne, the Queen judges every lady called into the room as names keep on getting announced. The silence that once filled the room is replaced by the loud murmuring of the Ton. A head not held high, a back too curved, or a dress not flattering enough was reason to get ascribed as not worthy of any man in the Queen’s eyes — or as Birdwhistle voiced, unworthy of being the Diamond of the season.

“Lady Candice, presented by her mother, the Right Honored Lady Campbell.” 

The ballroom was filled by the families of the ladies presenting themselves and some other curious eyes, while the eager candidates awaited outside for their names to be called. 

Eleanor grew more and more concerned at the sight of the various reactions of the candidates that returned to the room she was in. Some came back crying, the blush in their cheeks defeated by the tears that rolled down their cheeks. In contrast, others spoke passionately and proudly about the Queen’s reactions. 

“I can’t feel my fingertips,” Eleanor whispered in her mother’s ear as the girl called, Candice, came back with teary eyes, her mother trying to catch up to her as she fled from the scene.

“Don’t be foolish now, dear. You look splendid– you are splendid.” Hand carefully fixing the tiara she wore in her head, Grace, the matriarch of the Middleton household, spoke. 

“Focus ahead and avoid the Queen’s stare.” A girl spoke to Eleanor, a soft smile adorning her features. “My sister told me to do exactly that.” 

“Thank you, Hani.” Eleanor offered the girl a smile but it was weaker than she had intended. 

A circle of compassion was quick to form around Eleanor, as the anxious feeling grew more on her chest. In reality, the kind words flying from the lips of the girls around her were making her feel worse, rather than the intended opposite. She wanted to shoo them all away and have a minute to compose herself but she knew it would look bad to act in such a way. Even so, she was about to be called in.

“Is all of this really necessary? Or are you all hypocrites that like to pretend we’re not all here for the same reason?” The voice of Dalia scoffing broke the circle and had it been any other voice, Eleanor could’ve breathed in relief. 

Dalia lived right next door to the Middletons with her mother. An only child. After her father left town to be with another woman (or as they told, passed away in a boating accident), her mother shielded Dalia from all the talk of the Town. She became unbearable. 

Being the same age as Eleanor, they used to arrange play dates daily. Honora was still a baby at the time. But the friendship faded as they grew older. With Dalia, it was her this and her that. She was always the most beautiful; the most educated; the most graceful; the richest; the best. And her narcissism was quick to make her lonely, and intolerable to her peers. Her only real asset was her family’s position in society as the escape of the man of the house had left both ladies well in life, a tantalizing allowance being established in exchange for silence and freedom.

“There is no room for ugly ducklings, darling. I would suggest going home. Or better yet, paying close attention now,” The sarcastic smile on the girl’s face made Eleanor roll her eyes. “I intend on dazing the Queen.” 

“Try to not break a leg, Dalia.” Barking back, Eleanor sighs right after. Only Dalia was able to befoul with her emotions at such an important moment in her life.

“Lady Dalia, presented by her mother, Lady Emilia Fitzroy.” 

The dazed look on the royal secretary as he calls the lady’s name is noticeable and those in the room can tell that the Queen's expectations were not being met, as she had grown more impatient with each presentation. 

Dalia walks into the room, head held high as her mother follows suit, hands holding the excess fabric of the dress she wore. 

“Your Majesty,” Bowing slightly, Dalia never takes her eyes off the Queen. 

For a moment the room goes quiet, as the debutant holds her position in expectancy of hearing her Queen's voice. And so, gasps are heard when the Queen lifts herself from her throne. She hadn't done such a thing for any of the other ladies that had presented themselves to her. A smile to another debutant, perhaps. 

“Beautiful posture.” The Queen compliments before returning to her seat, the many ladies by her side struggling to fix her dress in the small gap before Her Majesty could sit.

“Thank yo–” Dalia begins to speak but is abruptly interrupted. 

“Off you go now.”

Bowing yet another time, she turns, back facing the Queen and her ladies. And as she begins to walk, her dress comes apart, only the sound of the ripping fabric silencing once again the murmuring audience. 

Cheeks turning another shade of pink, Dalia glares at her mother, as she whines through gritted teeth. “Mommy,” 

“Move along.” Her mother ushers her out of the room, a forced smile on her features as she side-eyes the audience, but not quick enough that some remarks about her status are still heard. 

“Hadn’t she mentioned that she got her dress from a Parisian designer?” 

“What a misfortune for the most fortunate family of the Ton.” 

“Clearly, she didn’t visit Miss Kim's boutique,” Sarah comments to her friend, an amused expression on her features. Not wanting to be cruel, she would never keep the pleasure of relishing over Dalia's misery, as herself had also once been the target of the debutant’s woe.

“Nari refused to dress her, can y’ believe?” Hoseok whispered between the girls, only to be flustered by his own comment as inquisitive eyes fall on him. “Miss Kim, I mean. The modiste.”

“Of course, brother, the modiste.” Honora teases, watching as Hoseok distances himself and into the comfort of his brothers’ company. 

Pondering hard over her next move, Eleanor mentally apologizes to her mother, knowing how displeased she will be with her behavior. Once arriving home, she would find a way to appease her mother for the scene. Stepping closer to the lady in distress, she walks with her. 

“Step one: look pretty. Done.” 

With her hand lifted, the debutant acts as if there were a notebook. 

“Step two: get praised. Almost done.” 

Dalia stops on her heels, now looking straight into Eleanor’s eyes. The height difference makes the praised debutant look down on the teaser. 

“Step three: make a fool of myself…” Hissing, Eleanor gives her rival her best innocent look. “I’ll make an effort to skip that part.” 

Baffled, Dalia opens and closes her mouth, yet again embarrassed by how every lady in the room now had her eyes on her, their features with a comical curiosity displayed. Rarely feeling such a way, her hands travel to her dress, doing her best to hide the catastrophe that had gone down in her attire.

“Eleanor, that is quite enough.” Grace grabs her daughter by the wrist, pulling her back into line as Dalia’s mother begins to pull hers in the opposite direction, towards the exit. 

“Actually mother,” The ruin-dressed girl begins, recomposed. “I would love to see how Eleanor’s presentation goes. Let us stay a little longer.” 

The Fitzroys find a place by the doors that lead to the ballroom. Other than this new found-curiosity for watching Eleanor’s performance, Dalia is blinded by the need to assert no one is complimented as nicely as she was. Despite the final gaffe, she knows that the title of Diamond is hers.

It had always meant a great deal to be praised by the Queen. A line of suitors was certain to follow such compliment and only a disaster would ruin the chances of a debutant not marrying in her first season.

Two more girls go in. 

The last, Dorothea, faints as soon as she reaches close enough to the Queen, hadn’t the miss eaten a thing in the last three days, surviving solely on water so she could fit her attire and look perfect for her debut. Her Royal Highness’s closest friends fall into laughter, being silenced immediately after. 

Signaling for the royal guards to move the weak debutant out of the way, the Queen frowns, her head being supported by her hand, elbow resting on the arms of her throne. “What a boring day, indeed.” As if commenting to herself, the Queen lets out a whisper. Despite her humdrum expression, the thought of Lady Birdwhistle crosses her mind, the harsh words that the ghostwriter will write about the opening of the season she planned almost palpable. 

“Lady Eleanor, presented by her mother, the Right Honorable Lady Middleton.” 

The words of the royal secretary sound muffled behind the closed doors adorned with gold specs that reach all the way up to the ceiling. Eleanor can only feel her heartbeat, her senses numbed by the anxiety she had been feeling ever since stepping foot out of the number 17th of Grosvenor Square. 

The doors swing open, as the royal guards have had the consent of the Queen to see the debutant. Eleanor catches the curious eye of Her Majesty, that meets her with a smirk at the end of the room, immediately charmed by the color of the dress the Middleton miss was wearing. 

“What was it that you said to me, Eleanor? Try not to break a leg?” 

The whisper made by Dalia is ignored, as Eleanor smiles widely, preparing to walk with confidence. From the corner of her eye, she spots her siblings, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin, as well as her youngest sister, Honora with her loyal friend Sarah right by her side. Her smile now changes into a calmer one, resting assured that even if the Queen isn’t impressed by her, her family was there to support her. 

With Lady Grace right by Eleanor’s side, Dalia sees the opportunity she so long had been waiting for. The chance to humiliate yet again Eleanor, as payback for the teasing she had done to her only minutes ago. 

The Queen arranges her posture in her chair, eyebrow lifted as she grows eager to see the debutant closer. 

And that is all the motivation Dalia needed. No one was going to steal her title. Especially not Eleanor.

With Eleanor’s dress tail passing right by Dalia, her foot comes in contact with it, securing it hardly. The sudden halt in her flowy movement makes the debutant lose balance from the heels she was wearing and Dalia sees the perfect moment to release the fabric, ending with her rival on the floor. 

“Oh, for goodness sake.” The Queen is quicker than anyone to react as gasps are heard across the crowd at the unexpected fall. 

Filled with embarrassment, Eleanor gets up, eyes incapable of meeting the Queen’s nor of anyone in the room as she bows to the royal before leaving with haste. As she walks past Dalia, her voice sounds muffled by the ringing in her ears, the fleeing debutant being too heartbroken to care. 

Jungkook is quick to act, pushing past the crowd and rushing after his sister. 

“Mother,” Honora is by her matriarch in a heartbeat, eyes wide and trembling from the strong squeeze she felt in her chest. 

“Let us go, Honora.” 

And as the family flees to what they consider to be the safety of their home, the party at the Queen’s abode remains, now the murmuring regarding the Middletons discernibly loud. 

Grosvenor Square had never been so quiet. 

On the 17th, the mood is ominous. Much like he had been hours prior, Jungkook sits in his living room. Hoseok is also there, despite not a single word being exchanged between the two. After a couple of minutes go by, Honora joins them. Opening her mouth a couple of times, she fails, uncharacteristically, to find the words for the situation at hand.

The matriarch comes into the hall, a pensive expression on her features. 

“Is Eleanor’s parade over yet?” Jungkook finally speaks, removing the fingers that had been supporting his temple. 

“That’s a little harsh, brother.” Honora stands, arms crossed. Despite the difference in views, Honora and Eleanor always had each other's backs. “Even for you.” 

“Oh please, sister. She’s clearly overreacting.” Mimicking the actions of Honora, Jungkook stands as well. 

“Is that so?” The mother joins the conversation, her features changing into ones that almost look amused. 

And before she can continue, Jungkook carries on. “Of course. Eleanor’s been locked in her chamber for hours now. And the entire house stopped over this childish fantasy of hers.” 

“Perhaps you will find it amusing when tomorrow you will be burned by finding her a husband.” Smiling to the maid that had just served her tea, Grace raves scornfully. 

“Me?” Jungkook scoffs. 

“Of course. You can’t proclaim to be the head of the family just to after zest over the title and influence it has granted you, my dearest son. It’s your duty.”

Scoffing, Jungkook tilts his head slightly to the head, tongue moving through the inside of his cheek. “And it will be thanks to such title and influence that I won’t suffer of a headache over finding Eleanor’s a suitable husband, much like you think.” 

“Goodness, brother, you sound insufferable.” Honora strides off the room, going up the flight of stairs. 

Before she has the chance to knock, the sobs of Eleanor can be heard from the corridor, the door that leads to her older sister’s room being slightly open. Reaching in closer, Jimin comes into view. Sitting on the bed, their sister’s head lies in his lap, as he delicately caresses her hair, now no longer in a bun but running free through the satin sheets of the bed.

“But you don–don’t understand, brother.” Honora is quick to enter the room, thumb finding Eleanor’s cheeks as a tear falls. Giving her a sympathetic smile, she kneels on the floor by their side. “I deserved it.” 

“I know that is nonsense,” Jimin speaks confidently. “You would never deserve such a thing El.” 

“I was a brat.” Eleanor now sits on the bed. “All based on a whim.” 

“What happened?” Honora presses her lips together, fearing her burning question will cause her sister to start sobbing yet again as she had just started soothing down.

Sighing deeply, Eleanor covers her eyes with her hands. “Dalia, she was being a berk. And I was so nervous— and quite honestly, done with her— so I might’ve been a bit rude.” 

“How so?” The youngest presses a little more, now too curious to dare stop.

“I mocked her.” 

“Eleanor—” 

“Better yet even, I humiliated her in front of everyone. Mother even told me to stop.” 

“What did you say?” Jimin was speechless, watching how Eleanor’s face carried sadness mixed with a hint of shame. 

“That she made a fool of herself and that I would be certain not to do the same.” Shrugging, Eleanor gets up from the bed. “Honestly, I am just so tired of her antiques. She’s always so rude to everyone and never—not a soul— lifts a finger and tells her as she deserves.” 

“You already know Dalia gets her way.” 

“That’s the issue at hand, brother.” Sitting on the bed, Eleanor huffs. She was a ball of stress, ready to burst at any second. 

“Eleanor…” 

Honora stars and by the way she drags the name of her sister in her tongue, both of her older siblings know that they want her to stop speaking, as she is about to lecture them on how the society they are trapped in isn’t ideal. 

“You placed so much pressure on yourself, that the thing was bound to turn south. Don’t you agree?” The question is directed to her brother that remains as still as possible, teeth biting his bottom lip.

“Honora.” Eleanor frowns.

“I mean it, sister! And—such festivities are so ridiculous. Not to speak of how humiliating it is to you as a woman!” Speech quick, Honora doesn’t mind the expressions on the faces in front of her. “Your value shouldn’t be measured by how pretty your face is—or your dress. No one should be judging you for it.” 

Laughing drily, Eleanor interrupts. “Sometimes I forget how naive you can be. Of course, people shouldn’t be judging. Much like I shouldn’t have behaved the way I did. But the reality, sister, is that I did. And I did it willingly. Well aware of the consequences that awaited me at home.” 

“Then are you an idiot?” 

“Honora— Eleanor— that is enough.” Jimin intervenes but his voice sounds mute between the discussion going on between the two Middleton girls. 

“No, I am not an idiot. But I enjoy doing as I please. Much like you do when you dress inappropriately at events. Or when, instead of attending your dance classes, you prefer to sneak and go read your books with Sarah Cromwell.” Eleanor takes a deep breath, recomposing herself. “Your view of what society should be is as correct as everyone else. No one cares and it won’t change a thing, Honora.” 

“As long as there are people that think as you do, of course, it won’t.” Crossing her arms, Honora frowns. “I was just trying to say that it isn’t as much of a big deal as you are trying to make it seem.” 

“Yes, El, you will have other opportunities.” Jimin smiles encouragingly. 

“No, I won’t.” Desperate and tired of the conversation, Eleanor raises her voice. “I had this opportunity. Only this one. Now, no one will want to come near me. And I won’t marry in my first season. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I manage to find a husband by the time I’m in my third season.” 

Distressed, Eleanor doesn’t wait for an answer from her siblings, tired of listening and truly not caring about whatever more they had to say to her, she walks straight to the front door. 

Indubitably, the commotion is quick to attract the attention of the prying siblings that wanted to check in on their sister but were too hesitant of making her feel worst. Hoseok and Jungkook are by the front door when Eleanor reaches it and she doesn’t pay them any mind. 

“Sister, where do you think you’re going?” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, astounded at Eleanor’s behavior. 

“Are you alright?” Hoseok patters, features filled with concern. 

“Eleanor, are you deaf?” The oldest chips in again. But his oldest sister doesn’t bother to answer and slams the door in their faces. 

The beautiful sunny day that had presented itself for the Queen’s party now had begun to fade, the sun already set on the horizon and the moon shining bright in its place. The cold wind felt like a relief against Eleanor’s cheeks and as she walked, further away from her house, her pace began to slow.

Now feeling calmer, Eleanor let out a puff of air she didn’t realize she was holding. 

“Is your tantrum over?” Stopping in his tracks, Hoseok mimics his sister’s actions, arms crossed over his chest as he too tried to suppress the smile that threatened to escape from his lips.

“Perhaps.” Eleanor relaxes her figure, the smile finally showing.

“So, should we head home?” 

The two speak with a couple of meters between them. At this hour, the streets are calm, but there is still some movement. Hoseok almost feels like there could be a pair of prying eyes in one of the many houses they had passed by in Grosvenor Square. 

“Could we stroll around the block?” Knowing she’s undeserving of such grace from her brother, Eleanor’s eyes fall to the ground. “Just for a little longer.” 

“Let us do it then!” Hoseok is cheerful as they resume their stroll, Eleanor walking backward as she keeps facing her brother. “As of now, I am pondering on ways you are to repay me for this.” 

“Excuse you?!” Indignation is not felt in the miss' face as she falls into laughter. “Repay you for what, brother? Hadn’t it been me, you would still be stuck home. Now, I would dare say that the night is rather lovely.” 

“I’d say such perspective depends on the company,” Seeing his sister scoff, he lets out a strident laugh. “Now face forward, you’ll hurt yourself.” 

“Not like I haven’t fallen already,” 

And like a premonition, as Eleanor resumes her back-walking she bumps into someone as she turns the corner of the street, quickly losing her balance. Certain to fall, she closes her eyes, embracing herself for the collision that never happens. 

“Are you alright?” The deep voice makes the Middleton debutant open her eyes. As she realizes she’s in the arms of an unknown man, she is quick to recompose herself, fingers playing with her hair as a nervous tic. 

“Forgive me, sir. I was not paying attention.” 

“Worry not– sir?” Eleanor tilts her head at the sudden surprised look on the man’s face.

“Pardon?” 

“Am I seriously to believe you don’t know who I am?” Despite the pretentious undertone, the man looks somewhat amused. 

Eleanor, on the other hand, has her eyebrow arched. “And who would you be, sir?” 

And before the man has the opportunity of answering the confused lady standing in front of him, Hoseok comes into view. As soon as he lays eyes on the man, he opens up a smile that confuses his sister even further. 

“Kim!” 

“Middleton!” With the same enthusiasm, the man opens up his arms, engulfing Hoseok in a small hug. “How have you been?” 

“Alright. Jungkook didn’t mention you would come to town.” 

“Ah yes… I still have to reach out to him.” Nodding, it seems like the man is taking a mental note. “I had some business to attend. I know the season has just opened so I wanted to keep this quiet so I am not drowned by the frenetic mamas.” 

Both men laugh. “Excuse me?” Eleanor glares at them as she had been ignored ever since their conversation started. 

“Oh, of course!” Hoseok scratches the back of his neck. “This is my sister, Eleanor. And this is Taehyung, the Duke of Elffire.” 

Eleanor is caught off guard at the sudden declaration of the title of the man. “Oh… and how do you know my brother–Jungkook?” 

“It’s a pleasure.” Taehyung smiles charmingly, one that widens at the frown that shows on the girl’s face. “We went to university together.” 

“I see.” The way Eleanor presses her lips together, suppressing a smile, makes Hoseok sweat. 

“Well, we won’t keep you any longer.” 

“Your dukeship.” Eleanor eyes the Duke. 

“I’ll see you at the club, Hoseok.” Taehyung’s smile changes into a closed face. “Miss Middleton.” 

Intertwining her arm in her brother, Eleanor begins to walk home and as she takes one last glance at the Duke, she finds him staring. And as he smiles at her, she turns ahead, now trying to focus on anything but the curious thoughts that cloud her mind about her hasty meeting with the Duke of Elffire. 

♛ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ― chapter two coming soon.

[kindheart525]

All this oracle nonsense was starting to get in Swift’s head. He tried not to let it get to him, but it did anyway. He was starting to wonder what fate could possibly have in store for him, if “fate” was even a thing. It was all hypothetical, of course. He didn’t really believe it.

Prophecy’s warning to him was something about being dispossessed, something with a fool’s gold bar. What could that possibly mean? An extreme weather event washing his home away? Losing money over some bad decisions?

No, it was impossible. There was nothing even remotely suspicious in the weather forecast, Swift had checked…not out of paranoia, of course. Plus, he was responsible with his money, unlike a certain coworker of his. She must have gotten his prediction mixed up with Lemon’s.

Not that Prophecy really had anything to do with it. Once again, it was an unlucky coincidence. It had to be.

Still, the whole thing consumed Swift’s thoughts more than he would have liked, so much that he couldn’t even get through a simple grocery trip without thinking of her—

“Augh!”

Swift found himself suddenly pushed back like he had run into a wall, as another voice cried out in frustration. In his paranoid state he hadn’t been watching where he was going; he quickly realized it was another pony he ran into. His vision was a blur as his fellow shopper went down with him, their paper bag crumbling between them, until he finally saw who it was.

Prophecy.

“Oy gevalt! My olives!”

She was the first to spring up, lamenting the jar of olives that had now spilled across the ground beyond hope of salvage.

Then she took notice of the stallion who did this.

“Hello, Swift Valor.”

Her tone was even and civil, but she was annoyed. Both that he had spilled all her groceries and because their last interaction had been so sour.

“Sorry, uh—let me help.”

Swift started hastily picking up her bagels as soon as he could get up, honestly feeling a little bad for being part of this mess. But he was also pissed that coincidence had brought him to this mare, once again.

“Thank you.”

Prophecy accepted his help, straightening out her bag and stuffing some more of her groceries into it.

She almost reached for a bagel herself, but she pulled away, not wanting to make any more physical contact with him after that run-in.

“Ugh, the olives are beyond saving. But I suppose I’m not surprised, I sensed something inconvenient would happen today.”

“What an unfortunate coincidence.”

Sorry for being such an inconvenience.

Swift thought sarcastically, taking her comment as a jab against himself. Out loud, he made sure to emphasize exactly what this was—a coincidence.

Probably.

“How are your friends doing? Golden Opportunity and Lemon Wedge?”

Of course she remembered.

“They’re not friends, they’re coworkers.”

The stallion corrected her in light of recent events driving them apart, summoning a sanitizing wipe with his magic to clean her food off. 

“And they’re just fine. Same as always.”

He lied, not wanting Prophecy to know what had really been happening.

“So they’ve been emotionally and financially stable?”

She already knew.

“Well, not exactly,” Swift admitted begrudgingly. “Golden’s pet died and Lemon lost a pretty big bet a while ago. Both very unfortunate incidents.”

“Ah. Just as I predicted,” Prophecy nodded to herself. “Please, send them my condolences.”

She was never happy to see her bad visions come to pass; she was merely a messenger for it all. So she meant it, but Swift saw a passive-aggressive smugness.

“This has nothing to do with your predictions!”

Swift finally blew his top.

“How can you really know it was more than two awful coincidences? That ferret was not young, and Lemon is terrible with money anyway. Anypony could have seen this coming, you know, with actual observation. Plus, nothing has happened to me, so you can’t say you’ve been proven right yet.”

“Yet.”

Prophecy emphasized, not being able to help from smirking a little.

“Wha—no, that’s not what I mean!”

Swift started to panic, realizing what he had said.

Damn it! She’s getting into my head!

“There’s still time for you.”

“Statistically unlikely, but okay.”

But then Swift stopped her.

“Wait! Ugh…let me at least make up for the olives. Sorry for snapping like that.”

He produced a clutch of bits out of guilt. Though he was convinced he was right in what he said, the attitude was still uncalled for. Even he knew this.

“I accept your apology.”

She took his bits and his words graciously, but didn’t leave him with the satisfaction of forgiveness. Especially not after he basically insulted her profession to her face, again. Instead she offered a warning.

“Hopefully you still have plenty for security. If you’re so convinced my vision won’t come to pass, you can make sure it doesn’t.”

But Swift brushed her off like always.

“Sure, Prophecy. I’ll see you around.”

And he went on with his day, feeling strangely vindicated by this encounter. He was right: she was just getting into his head. Now that they met again, he could see she was trying to mess with him.

Plus, if her visions really were true, then those olives had cost quite a bit. He would have to give up a couple of his more expensive groceries to make up for it; in a way he was already “dispossessed” just like she foretold. He could certainly make a solid argument for it.

That meant his prophecy had already come to pass, hypothetically. He was safe now. Right?

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous (for Swift): Spilled Salt Previous (for Prophecy): Gentle Sheen Next: Hanging Horseshoe

Background by BonesWolbach

[the-power-of-stuff]

Just sat through the first three NATLA live els and have so many thoughts - the first thing I did was come straight over to your blog because why wouldn’t I?!?

A part of me LOVES Suki’s awkwardness. In fact, none of the gripes I have with Suki and Sokka aren’t about Suki and Sokka and their characterisation themselves, but rather just the execution.

But anyways — the vibe I’m getting is that Season 2 (Book 1? I’m not sure if they’re going by seasons or books) is laying down the groundwork for some of the characters. We know they’re doing that with Azula (and the Fire Lord fam as a whole), but it seems like they’re sort of doing the same with Katara, where they’re starting off with her being a traumatised, almost-shy 14 year old girl who comes into her own as the season progresses.

While I haven’t watched the show in it’s entirety — I probably should have before sending this ask in — I’m assuming this is all leading up to her confrontation with Pakku and role in defending the Northern Water Tribe towards the end of the season. And then that new found confidence in herself and her waterbending carries though to season 2, where we’ll (presumably) find a more fiery, outspoken Katara after I’m guessing a somewhat lengthy time jump?

Anyway — back to Suki. My question to you is, if I’m right in my theory about Katara (and all the others, tbh… I feel like what I said for K can apply to pretty much any of the gaang at this point), do you think the same could be said for Suki and her own development?

We see Suki at the start of ep 2 as a fierce yet slightly socially awkward, sheltered warrior who wants to leave her village and aid in the fight against the Fire Nation and travel the world. As it goes, she does leave her village, and perhaps becomes the confident and sassy (and awful at puns) girl we all know and love, all through her experiences aiding in the war and travelling the world?

Of course, this would mean that her development would largely happen off-screen… but even still, Suki was more familiar towards the end of the episode. She was the one who initiated the kiss, she made her feelings and mostly gratitude known to Sokka by giving him her fan, she told the gaang they had to leave.

It feels like that’s the route Albert Kim is going. He’s made it clear that it’s a re imagination and not a 1:1 adaptation. He clearly wants the show to have its own identity to some extent (e.g. the genocide actually being shown and basically being a mini prologue to the series) and this is his way of doing so through characterisation.

I’ve written way more than I intended, so sorry for this long winded tangent. But what I mean to ask is, do you think in season 2 we’ll see a Suki more similar to the og (while of course still being her own).

I’d love to know what you think! x

Ahh, this makes me so happy!! Thank you so much for enjoying this blog, and for sharing your thoughts and sending this ask! <3 (And absolutely no need to apologize for writing so much, either! Goodness knows I could go on forever about this stuff.)

I think you make a really good point about characterization in the LA, and the potential for certain traits (like Katara's fieriness) to develop more over time. And I've been thinking about it in terms of what we already know about LA Suki that could get built upon in later seasons.

I definitely think it would make sense for us to see Suki come out of her shell a bit more in season 2, although there are some things in the LA that make it hard for me to imagine Suki being quite as sassy as her animated counterpart, just because of the sort of foundation it gives us for her personality.

For one, there's Suki's interactions with her mother. If anyone were going to be on the receiving end of a teenage daughter's sass, even if that sass is buried too deep in shyness to come out around said daughter's crush, it would be her mother. And while we kinda sorta see Suki get a little petulant with Yukari (her delivery of "I'm not too young, I just haven't seen the world" is kind of a swipe? but is really very heartfelt), she overall seems like a well-behaved, obedient daughter. This isn't a King Triton/Ariel situation where you get the impression they've had this conversation a million times before and Yukari is exasperated by Suki always questioning her authority. In fact, it feels like the first time Yukari's even considered that Suki might want something more, and she seems pretty amenable to it, if the fact that she didn't storm into the dojo to break up Sokka and Suki's near-makeout session is any indication. So, even in these private moments where you'd assume Suki is more herself, there isn't much sass to be seen.

(Somewhat related to this, I had a funny sort of "Huh!" reaction to Yukari's, "Such a fierce warrior. And yet such a kind heart." Not that I don't think Suki is kind! It's just not one of the first words I would use to describe her. And not that I would've expected Yukari to say, "Such a fierce warrior. And yet also kind of a pill because you're always giving me lip." But that bit of dialogue is there for the audience's benefit; it was a choice the writers made to tell us what they think is important for us to know about Suki's character. So I had a moment of, "Oh, that's the takeaway we're supposed to have? Interesting...")

And then there's Suki's later interactions with Sokka. On the one hand, when they're training together, the romantic tension is through the roof; it's all very new and interesting for them and it makes sense that they'd still be a little shy about it. On the other hand, Suki gets comfortable enough around Sokka at this point to 1) remove her makeup, 2) have a deep conversation with him, and 3) touch him on the chest. We don't see her show the same awkwardness from earlier in the episode, but she also continues to be very serious. When Sokka pins her, and then she flips them over while he's mid-celebration, she follows up with a useful tip about fighting, and it's delivered completely straight (if a little breathless). No little jokes or jabs. No "Don't get cocky" or knowing smirks.

However, we are not completely without sass! There are a couple moments in particular that I feel have some of that familiar Suki flair.

First...

Lookit her smirky little "come at me, bro" face! That face 100% says, "C'mon then, let's see it, if you're so tough." There's a playfulness here, too, which we know is very much a part of her relationship with Sokka in the animated show. (This Suki up here? I could easily see this Suki saying, "😠I'm an elite warrior who's trained for many years in the art of stealth... I think I could get you backstage!😁")

And then...

The thing I love about this is that she's all, "Nuh uh, I don't think so" (her little head wiggle!), but a fraction of a second ago she was staring blatantly at that boy's mouth. Nice try, sweetheart, but you ain't foolin' anybody. (This Suki is the Suki who smacks her forehead when her boyfriend tells terrible puns to actor-Sokka but who later gazes at him adoringly when he absolutely loses his shit because actor-Sokka actually said "rocky relationship" on stage.)

So...I guess the tl;dr answer to your question is, kind of? I can't see LA Suki getting to "Sorry, Warden, you're my prisoner now" levels of sass, but that's not really the tone the LA is going for anyway. I think we'll see her being very bold (a la taking the initiative to kiss Sokka) and very compassionate (saving Appa—I hope!!), and it makes total sense that, next time we see her, she'll be way more confident than the girl who could barely say a single word to Sokka before attempting to strangle him by way of flirtation. I also hope we'll get to see more of her playfulness! Maybe even some successful flirting? Probably not as forward as "Look at you, sleeveless guy...been workin' out?" but I'd settle for a sly head tilt and a cheeky little grin. And based on what we know of her so far, I don't think that's too much to ask. ;)

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Simon Peter | After The Rooster's Crow | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: "He knew this would happen. And you know Him."

Requested: Yes

After witnessing Simon Peter’s immense guilt upon finding him in blind panic on the outskirts of Jerusalem, you hear him out before hitting him with some truths.

Had someone approached you a week ago to say that Jesus would die on a cross and rise again on the third day, you’d have laughed them right in the face. But you know better, first blind by ignorance and now comprehending what Jesus had been talking about at last, filled with gratitude and awe to find Him appearing to many, including yourself. The days after Jesus’ resurrection feel like you’re floating on air. The Son of Man has fulfilled the prophecies and has proven to be the Christ through a means you had never even considered. God’s plan had been more brilliant than anyone could ever have imagined.

Although Thomas had doubted it at first, now that everyone was back together, things were better than they were. Of course, the empty spot of Judas lingers no matter who replaces him, but none of you think back on it much longer. None of that matters now that He is here again, with you and the other followers, alive in a body that shows the scars where He had been crucified. 

Who can blame you for feeling so delighted? Everyone seems eager to spread the Good News to the ends of the Earth, but Jesus keeps you all at bay for a little while longer. 

Things seem to make so much more sense now, as if the world appears to be more colourful. In the presence of Jesus, everything seems to be so much more beautiful, as if He causes everyone to see with another, new set of eyes. 

It is more than noticeable when someone acts differently than the others, especially when it comes to the current joy lingering in the air. Simon Peter has withdrawn himself from a dinner party hosted by Matthew and is currently fiddling with a loose rope he found laying in the dirt, hoping to find some kind of grip where he has lost it throughout the last week. He has slipped away silently and as of now, no one has come to look for him yet, and he takes the moment of silence to reflect on everything that has been going on.

You notice his absence first – although you’re certain that Jesus must have noticed it, too – and lean towards Andrew who is busy munching on a mouthful of fish, his plate still laden with all kinds of foods. “Hey, Andrew,” you pipe up, “Have you seen your brother?” 

The curly-haired fisherman pries something from between his teeth with the tip of his tongue and swallows away his bite of food whilst letting his gaze go through the crowd of people, who are all contently enjoying dinner. He shrugs before looking back at you. “No clue.” he quips, “Perhaps he had to relieve himself?” 

You shake your head and press your lips together into a tight line. “He’s been gone for too long for it to be that.”

“Perhaps he needed some alone-time with Eden?” The humour in Andrew’s tone makes your lips curl upwards, but you nod towards his sister-in-law, who is currently helping herself to a second serving of soup.

After following your gaze, Andrew frowns. “Oh. Then… I’m not so sure. I can go take a look.”

You put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently. “No need, I’ll go. I’m already done eating, anyways, and it would be a waste for your chicken to turn cold.” Andrew lets his gaze go to his full plate and hums. 

“Ah, thank you, (Y/n).”

“Of course.” you say, standing up to excuse yourself from the table, a few pairs of concerned eyes aimed at you, but you ignore them.

The streets of Capernaum are silent at this time of day, blazing torches setting the streets in some light as you head in a random direction whilst calling Simon’s name. 

“Simon?” you query through the empty streets, making your way over the muddy roads, where several people have hidden themselves behind their curtains, candlelight streaming from the windows. Somewhere in the distance, a baby is crying its lungs out, their howling answered by the whining of a dog responding to the shrill noise.

You call for your friend a few times before heading back to his house and walking in the other direction, hoping to find him there instead. 

After shouting a few more times, you are nearly inclined to return and hope that Simon has come back in the time you were away, but the sound of your own name immediately has you move forward again. 

You find Simon Peter sitting on a barrel, looking out over the Sea of Galilee that glitters in the distance. “There you are,” you breathe in relief, but your smile falls as soon as you see vertical streaks on his face from where his tears had slid down his cheeks, and you swallow thickly. “Are you alright?”

Simon’s jaw tenses and he inhales sharply through his nose, tying and untying a knot in the rope that burns the skin off his hands. He shakes his head slowly, a bitter grimace spreading over his features. “I’ve failed Him.” he utters, “He is well in His right to never spend time with me again. When it came down to it, I disappointed Him and God the Father by saying that I had no idea what these people were talking about, and—”

“Wait, pause for one second,” you interrupt him before hopping onto another empty barrel, getting a bit comfortable, “I will need some context first. What could possibly have happened that has you down in the dumps this much? Jesus has just come back from the dead, what makes you think that He would never want to spend time with you ag—”

“Because I told them that I do not know Him, okay?!” Simon frustratedly exclaims. “After Jesus was arrested, I… I was angry, right?! I was livid! I tried to fight back, but He told me to put my sword away. He even healed the ear of these Romans that I cut off. Mind you, I did that to defend ourselves!” 

Your throat runs dry at the mention of that night – you had not been present in the garden when it happened, but the news had spread like wildfire that Jesus had been arrested – and you lean a bit closer to your friend, still unsure what he is getting at. 

When you don’t reply, Simon elaborates further. “A-And He just let them take Him away. What do you think I did? Fight back again? Follow Him? No, I ran! I was so afraid that everything would have been for nothing! I was so angry. I… I went to find Him later, tailed them from a safe distance.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, fighting against the tears. “Three times, (Y/n). I was asked three times if I belonged to Jesus. When people claimed they knew that I was with Him, I… I straight up denied it! I lied and said that I had never met Him in my life! Thrice! Just as Jesus said, and the rooster crowed, and He looked at me, straight into my soul. Oh, (Y/n), I feel so guilty! How could I?”

With a hitching breath, you put a hand on the shoulder of your friend, trying to comfort him in his distress. The fisherman hides his face in his hands, not daring to look at you. “Now, He is back. He is alive, and well, and perfect, and I know that He is God! I… How… I know I should be delighted to have Him here, that He is everything that has been foretold in the prophecies of Isaiah, and Micah, and Hosea, and-and-and that everything is unfolding right in front of us, that we are living through historical times when it comes to Scriptures, but… I feel so… Guilty! I can barely live with myself knowing that I had the audacity to even mutter that I didn’t know Him!”

You thickly swallow, slowly shaking your head. “Simon,” you calmly state, “Take a deep breath. "He knew this would happen. And you know Him. Have you learnt nothing from Him? Did you forget what He taught us about forgiveness?”

Simon whimpers. “But (Y/n)! Jesus was talking about us people forgiving one another. He Himself is God, that’s different!”

“How do you know?” you quip, “You and I both know Jesus, and we both know that He will forgive you for this. Have you talked to Him about it?”

Groaning in frustration, Simon throws back his head. “No!” he cries out, “How can I possibly even look at Him, (Y/n)?! You think it’s so easy, but it’s not!”

You huff. “If you are not going to talk to Jesus about it, that is up to yourself, but then you should also stop wallowing in your own misery.”

“I am not wallowing in my own misery!”

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and return to the party, then.”

Simon lets out a humourless laugh and a pregnant silence befalls you two. Staring out over the water, you swallow thickly. “Perhaps it is just that easy, you know.” you mutter, “Just talk to Him about it. Maybe Jesus will even bring it up Himself. He will restore you, truly.”

He does not protest it this time around. Simon narrows his eyes, wondering what he should say. 

“No excuses.” you add when he does not reply. “Talk to Him. Don’t be afraid to do so. Jesus has never turned away from you and will not do so now, either.”

Simon tosses the piece of rope onto the ground and sighs deeply, mulling over your words. “What if He rejects me?”

“He will not.”

“But what if–”

“He will not.” you repeat, firmer this time, and you give Simon such a strict glare that it shuts him right up.

You are the first to speak up again. “You know what we should do,” you pipe up, “We should go out on the water to see if we can catch anything. Just go fishing like the old days, it will give you some time to sort out your thoughts. The wind is nice and the water is calm enough.”

Simon’s first instinct is to challenge this proposal, but when he lets his eyes go to the water, something tugs at his heart. Perhaps it would indeed be nice to go out on the water again, just for the sake of figuring things out, to clear his head.

“Fine.” he says, and the two of you get off the barrels you had been sitting on before heading out for the shore, but footsteps behind you halt you in your tracks instead. 

“You two, got room for a few more people?” John the Beloved inquires, approaching alongside a few other followers. 

You look at Simon, who shrugs and then nods. “Sure thing,” he says, “Come on. Please bring your own nets.”

Nathanael catches up to you as the bunch of you head towards the vessel that is positioned on the shore of the Sea of Galilee. “What’s gotten into him?”

You quirk a smile and look at your friend from the corner of your eye, knowing that Nathanael’s curiosity has never changed over the years that you’ve known him for, and sigh deeply as you look at the back of Simon Peter’s head, who is walking in front of you. 

“Something between him and Jesus,” you say, “Things will work out well, don’t you worry.” 

Whilst you push the boat into the water with the assistance of Big James and Simon, it feels almost nostalgic to stand here again, staring into the starry night. 

For a moment, you watch Simon as he gathers his nets into one of the corners of the boat, obviously sunken away in thought, and you can’t help but smile a bit. 

Things will be alright between Jesus and him, you have no doubt about it.

The group heads out on the water, and with your eyes focused upon the horizon, you enjoy the salt in the air and the rush of the waves rippling against the sides of the wood. 

Regardless if you catch anything, it feels like one of these nights preceding the dawn of a new, vastly different day – perhaps not for you personally, but for your good friend Simon Peter.

[bovine-providence]

Make Me Yours, Part 1

Morel Mackernasey x Reader

My first time posting in way too long and it’s a/b/o Pipe Daddy smut. Welp.

[CWs: a/b/o, heats, alpha/omega, dubcon (reader isn’t thinking too straight)]

It had been a weird week, and ——— was pretty certain that her heat suppressants were acting up. How else could she explain why she felt somewhat out of it whenever she passed a stronger-scented alpha? Or how she was forced to take frequent breaks to cool off, drinking copious amounts of water. She’d need to see her doctor about the prescription. But today took the cake in how bad things were going, that she had to call into work to take a day off.

As she idly scrolled through her phone, ——— felt a cramp tighten deep within her belly. She winced, rubbing the spot. It was worse than the previous symptoms.

Fuck… was her heat starting?! Her suppressants were supposed to keep that at bay! When was she in her heat cycle anyways? Oh no…

——— curled up on her bed in agony, hoping she could will it away, but of course she couldn’t.

She was lost in the haze, that she barely heard the knock at the door of her apartment.

——— carefully crept out of her bedroom, willing herself forward. Who could possibly be at her door? This was awful timing!

“———? Are you in there? I heard you felt ill.”

Fuck, why was Morel of all people here?!

Ordinarily, ——— would be thrilled to see the handsome Sea Hunter, but not today of all days! Her suppressants weren’t working, and she was afraid what would happen if the alpha caught her scent.

“Morel! Y-yeah, I’m in,” ——— admitted as she reached the door.

Oh fuck… now that she was just on the other side of the door, she could take a deep inhale of his scent. Basil, with a hint of the ocean. Now that her suppressants weren’t dampening her sense of smell, she was almost lightheaded with his scent, and he smelled good.

“…———.”

She moaned as his voice came through the door once more, this time deeper and smoother.

“Yeah, Morel?”

She leaned against the door, wanting to get more of him.

“Could you let me in?”

Oh god… with how she was able to smell him, she must be overpowering to him in her heat. Fuck.

“A-are you sure? I mean, I don’t know if it’s a good idea…”

“Let me in,” he pressed lightly. “Let me at least make sure you’re alright.”

“…Okay.”

Morel was a gentleman, ——— figured. And he was a Hunter. He could withstand this, right?

She unlocked the door.

Morel was instantly overwhelmed by the scent of oranges and honey as the pretty omega opened the door of the apartment. He had wanted to check in on the woman when he’d heard she called out of work, concerned for his crush and wanting to help if able. But when he approached the familiar apartment, he caught a whiff of an omega in heat. He had tried to ignore it, continue to ———‘s apartment, only to realize the scent grew stronger as he approached.

Oh.

That made the alpha’s protective instincts kick into overdrive. He wanted to protect and care for his omega, even if she wasn’t technically his in any sense. He knew she wasn’t really his, but with how sweet she was towards him, how she giggled at his jokes, how she acted towards him, it was sometimes difficult to remind his more primal side that he hadn’t even courted her yet.

But now…

He stepped into her apartment and locked the door behind him, then ——— was immediately wrapping herself around him in a needy embrace.

“Hey, hey,” he chided gently, pulling away to look at her flushed face. “What’s going on, ———? The air is practically soaked in your scent, it’s so… strong…”

“It hurts,” she whined against him, nuzzling her face against his neck and getting more of his delightful musk. “Suppressants stopped working.”

Morel growled as she pressed herself against him, practically hitting all the buttons for his rut to kick in.

“You’re lucky it’s me that got to you,” he huffed. “Your scent wasn’t hard to follow.” He wrapped an arm around her, willing himself to exert some self-control. She preened under his touch and looked up at him, her focus hazy.

“Could you help me, then?”

Her words hung in the air, and Morel had to imagine that her heat was affecting her judgment.

“Not like that, sweetheart,” he explained reluctantly.

It ached to see her whine at his rejection.

“But it, it hurts,” she cried. A sudden gasp, and Morel had to brace her before she collapsed, clutching her stomach.

Another whiff, and Morel caught the turmoil she was in. Fear, along with the vulnerability inherent to omegas’ heats.

Fuck.

As she clutched at him, struggling to stand, he made a decision.

“———, look at me.”

The woman looked up at him, her brow furrowed as she bit her lip.

“Do you want me to help you through your heat?”

The words made her eyes widen, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, Morel, please! Please help me.”

It was all the confirmation he needed to pick her up within his arms and carry her to her room.

[perelka-l]

Hi, I’m the person who asked about Ghetsis and the paradox of his attitude towards N’s ability half a year ago. I’m very very sorry for taking so inappropriately long to answer, had a lot going on.

I gravitate towards the theory that N and Ghetsis might be distant relatives with a common ancestor, which would explain a lot of things, from physical similarities to the denial of fatherhood. They could have any other type of blood connection besides that of a parent a child - after all, royal family trees tend to be huge and messy. I think N comes from the direct lineage (which grants him special powers), while Ghetsis might be from an offshoot of the original family. In other words, the former is the legitimate successor of the king and has more rights to the throne. He’s also closer to their progenitor personality-wise.

(There are a couple of more reasons why I don’t think Ghet is N’s bio father. Taking into account the stigma surrounding adoption in Japan makes me wonder if there was an out-of-universe cause for portraying Lusamine more positively that Ghetsis. That is not to say the green satan should’ve been redeemed; imao both characters deserve to rot in hell. I just suspect that the writers only let Lusamine (and not the other villain) off the hook due to her being a biological parent. And speaking of parents... this one’s purely subjective, but I find it hard to envision Ghetsis in a stable, serious long-term relationship leading to pregnancy. Taking an orphan under your wing for evil purposes is one thing, but living with a s/o and having them bear your child is another. I don’t believe a “one-night stand gone wrong” scenario is plausible and fitting for his personality either).

As for the paradox, I’ve come up with three possible explanations.

1. Ghetsis got overwhelmed by plain old envy. Taking his royal origins very seriously, he brought together the sages, worked on searching the ruins, and adhered to a certain image. And then there was N, who simply happened to be born with the king’s abilities and in the right lineage, which automatically made him the true heir. Of course, this wouldn’t really matter to normal people, since Unova is no longer a monarchy and there’s no need for heirs, but it’s Ghetsis we’re talking about. All of his insults towards N could stem from jealousy and a sense of rivalry. I suppose observing how his adopted son just managed to resemble King Harmonia naturally (no pun intended) must’ve unnerved Ghetsis a lot. Oh, and their physical similarities could’ve added insult to injury, constantly reminding him that they share some dna, but N is still a more worthy descendant.

2. Ghetsis indulged in cherry-picking. Despite cherishing his legacy, he had his own weird ideas about ruling and disregarded some of the king’s tenets anyway (“Do not be barbaric”, “Think, act with love”, “Wars create tears”). Perhaps Ghet did consider the monarch freaky for the special ability but acknowledged his achievements nonetheless.

3. Double standards were at fault. He could excuse a great king talking to Pokemon but drew the line at some odd forest kid who fails to understand even humans doing the same thing.

TL;DR: 1) Ghetsis didn’t consider the ability inherently despicable, it’s just that he gave vent to envy and blind rage whenever his ward was concerned.

2) He viewed the trait as freakish indeed but avoided internal dissonance by focusing on historical facts he deemed favourable and downplaying/ignoring everything else.

3) It’s selective morality and mental gymnastics all the way down. He didn’t mind cutting the king some slack yet refused to extend the same courtesy to N.

Since I’m drawing on the assumption that the characters come from different branches of difference significance, I’m inclined to think Ghetsis cannot talk to Pokémon after all. Besides, if he could, he would’ve had a much easier time achieving his goals in BW.

By the way, I can’t stop thinking about just how much Ghetsis lost by pushing N away. He rejected not only his son but also an invaluable potential ally - an ally who could’ve aided greatly in his research. Teaming up with a genius who’s personally invested in exploring the ruins (who would’ve been invested had he known about his lineage, I mean) and possesses unique powers is a perfect scenario one could only dream of. Nevertheless, Ghetsis decidedly gave up that opportunity and let pride (perhaps along with envy) outweigh all other feelings, thoughts, and aspirations. In the end, pride managed to win over his interest in the heritage and over his reverence. That, in my opinion, is one of the greatest undoings of King Harmonia’s descendant. He chose to ruin his own life, to brutally sever ties with the only person in the world who genuinely loved him and who shared blood and legacy with him. You once wrote that Ghetsis holds answers to 90% of BW’s mysteries; well, the number could be brought to 100% if only he wasn’t an utter bastard.

Gosh, it has been months since this one arrived at my askbox and I just thought I would cook the answer over time and it never happened. Apologies for that. The time has come. Finally, guh!! So fret not anon, the pain of taking shitton of time to reply is mutual. So I think it's OK.

I also think about the common ancestor between those two, but more in an annoyed, grumbly manner of "fine, if it's not direct relation I will take anything". And indeed that could be a more canon-supported way of connecting those two, precisely for arguments you are mentioning.

(As a side note, though, in Pokemas Ghetsis says that they are not bound by blood. In same sentence calling him his son. Ngl I love the way Ghetsis riffs off on family ties to try and manipulate and/or hurt N. Amazing.)

But I would wonder about legitimacy - we kinda do know Ghetsis feels entitled to the crown and I don't think there is more to that than just hunger for power and N being the King of Plasma is entirely Ghetsis' idea...

(In a way, it's something that could not even hinge on N because, uh, USUM: in which Ghetsis planned to do exactly the same shit he pulled off in his universe (in which he already took over and succeeded in his plans) but with Giovanni of all people. But then, in that case Ghetsis doesn't have to add the element of being chosen by Zekrom/Reshiram, so maybe it's just a repeat run with no reasoning but pieces aligning.)

But my point is - Ghetsis' idea of him being the one deserving the power he craves doesn't come purely from his own hunger, I think. But then, he couldn't become the chosen hero. If he could, it would make things much more simple for him and wouldn't bother with finding/arranging N. Which is... something I can't help but wonder about, what would N be if Ghetsis wasn't here.

I don't know about stigma of adoption in JP, could you elaborate? 

And yeah, admittedly I am also a bit disappointed about Lusa being protrayed with significant backpedal to her evil - even despite SM compounding that ultimately she wasn't entirely in control of her own actions. I also think that what you say now is also what happened in B2W2 - the blood relation between N and Ghetsis wasn't elaborated upon, being more left vaguely in the air in BW while it was B2W2 that compounded the lack of relation. Which is... sad, really. And not the only thing I am :/ about in terms of things spoken out loud and simplified in B2W2 that in BW were implied or left unsaid (shadow triad theory my beloved ;;;A;;; )

I entirely agree about points with Ghetsis not being able to sustain any relationship (c'mon, it's Ghetsis.) (on that note I always remember that one fantastic kinkmeme fic about Ghetsis being actually woman dressed as a man and getting her child from Alder by manipulation, 10/fucking 10, but I am carried away over here) and I think one night stands would be entirely beneath him. But I think there is no need to consider, shall we say, normal ways of prgnancy and if anything, I wouldn't be surprised if Ghetsis tried to go for less moral means, starting with manipulation and ending with force.

I did now write a bit about 1. (look, I am replying as I read and think OK, I am not good with structured writing stuff) but in a way I think it's important that symbolism carries weight in Pokemon World while history is in a way pushed aside or bestowed upon small group of individuals as lore or hidden knowledge that does ultimately carry great power. I always wonder what happened first - did Ghetsis reach out to the lore and hidden knowledge because of his own background and that inspired him to try and reach for power? Or did he reach for it in his search for power?? Just another mystery.

(which, hilariously, N wondered about in Pokemas either: Sometimes I wonder what his... What Ghetsis's past was like. I don't know anything about his parents or his childhood... I wonder if I ever will." Man, those lines made me froth at mouth a bit ngl)

You mentioning physical similarities is one thing I adore to ponder about with those two, but when you throw the theory that Ghetsis due to his Harmonia lineage can understand Pokemon speaking... and considering how he treats that ability in N, there could be some repressed rage at himself, and that would only add fuel to injury to seeing the way N reaches what he cannot. (Which kinda breaks the point number 3 for me wwwww Ghetsis is a bit of a hateful individual)... My point is: yeah, he hates that and surpresses that. He could have used that to his own goals, but I don't think he would even admit that he can do such a monstrous thing.

Re: 2, I wonder if he misinterpreted / chose to misinterpret the tenets less as what to do and more as what to portray. To be fair, Ghetsis can be perfectly charming and polite (kind, if you ask him, but ahah, yeah, right) and maybe he used those rules as tips and tricks how to manipulate the masses.

Ghetsis indeed fucked up royally (lol) by revealing his cards too soon (in Pokemas as well, really, he could have carried on that act of disgraced and regretful father for so much longer). But then, I am a little not surprised he did, in BW. He did spend a good few years playing someone he is not and the moment he could throw away the mask was surely a relief, and he believed so deeply he'd succeeded that he didn't think of keeping it on his face for just a tiny bit more, as a failsafe. Indeed, he could do so much more, but he detested N too deeply and believed in how own capabilities too much. Pride and hatred and indeed, envy, no matter which angle we use to look at it.

Ultimately, that's why he is a villain and why he lost, not even once but twice.

[livehexmoments]

hi besties its me with another hc list <3  Anyway here’s Mr. Chef (OP) Bryce himself DSAFEG

To me, he’s basically the most positive and optimistic one. Realistically speaking, of course, but still tries to keep everyone in good spirits.

Someone can correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think Cooking Granny and him were biologically related? Either way, he always admired her and looked up to her. 

So he feels extremely guilty about it and does not like talking about it (or even hearing news about how she’s doing now. It would make him pretty depressed)

One of the few people who likes both Reggie and Jeremiah. He has no ill will towards both of them. 

They did provide a cooking job and shelter for him. Even if it was for the plan, the fact that they did it made him really appreciate it. 

Him and Reggie tend to not take their “Boss/worker dynamic” seriously and even joke about it (“What do I pay you for?” “Hah! You’re not paying me!”)

He honestly sees Reggie as a semi grandpa figure but the kind that tends to be stubborn, a bit old fashioned yet still has a good sense of humor

Jeremiah, while distant and cold, still treats Bryce with respect and offers help when he can (mostly cleaning up the kitchen, even when Bryce insists he can do it by himself)

I am a chandrelle and Bryce bestie supporter. These two understand each other pretty well and honestly? Bryce is one of the few people she would trust with anything (other than Lazarus)

He likes to teach her baking and stuff to ease her clear anger issues and to get to know her better

To repeat from Weasel’s list: Him and Bryce get along fine! I think Byrce feels bad for the kid and wants to help him out. At the very least, he wants to try and set a good example for him. Unfortunately, this is Super goddamn Weasel Kid and he can be just as stubborn as Lionel.

And again, Weasel is banned from the kitchen. Byrce kept noticing certain stuff being stolen and it all lead back to him

Oh to talk briefly about this: Bryce absolutely has the authority to ban people from the kitchen. Since everything, it is his kitchen and his rules there. Unless you want to face the wrath of an annoyed chief, then you will be banned from entering (unless emergencies of course)

Fucking he even banned Reginald from his own kitchen for a week because the old guy is stubborn and not that great of a cook but constantly denies it (just imagining him wheeling a very pissed off Reggie out of his own kitchen after Reggie kept fucking with Bryce’s stuff)

Since he’s besties with Chandrelle, he tries his best to get along with Lazarus too. It’s a bit uncomfortable because Lazarus is not good with getting along with new people, but they manage. 

Bryce was very distrustful of him (and Rust too) due to how he looks and apparent war stories, but honestly? He realized he’s a sweetheart. 

Although he still hates fighting, he does like to train with Lazarus from time to time. It gives a good workout and Lazarus is a decent conversationalist.

While he enjoys Lazarus’s company, He does not trust him with any type of cooking because good lord it’s awful (i’ll explain more when we get to Lazarus)

He is so worried about Rust. Rust is someone who is awful at taking care of himself, so Bryce makes it his duty to remind Rust to eat every once in a while

Bryce used to think he’s a freak and weird old guy who probably killed people (that part is true). But when Rust finally told people about what happened to him, Bryce instantly felt awful.

He even apologized to Rust for being kind of mean to him during the whole murder thing was going on 

FPP and Bryce are also besties!! I think Bryce would teach FPP some cooking and baking skills while FPP would teach Bryce about some new art techniques they found (I wont get into it too much but I hc FPP getting into making art and stuff)

Bryce does have a bit of a temper. Not too bad and he has found ways to manage it very well, but on bad days, it can be hard to contain it. He had one even before his fighting days, but being a fighter did make it worse

It especially comes out when he’s arguing with someone, sometimes he’ll be composed, but sometimes he’ll yell back. One time he punched someone and felt super guilty about it. 

He’s actually pretty protective of his new found family. He already lost a family member when he punched granny and the possible friends he could have made during Combat Arena X. These guys are the closest he’ll ever get to having people who get it. He does not want to lose that.

Overall, he’s pretty much the optimistic and ‘normal’ one in this weird family. Although he has a small temper and can be distrustful of people, he is always there for them and will throw hands if necessary to ensure everyone is safe. 

AY I GOT ONE MORE: Bryce is a very hugs type of a guy and yet forgets that he’s pretty strong. So sometimes if hes really happy or excited, he’ll hug one of them and almost break their back by accident HWHSBW

[typically-untypical]

Echoes of the Past - Day 5

Plot:  “The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human.”

CW: None... I think.

The world was full of stupid rules,

Make direct eye contact with the person you are speaking to.

Respect your elders.

Ask the teacher if you can be excused to use the restroom.

Girls wear pink; boys wear blue.

And Janus hated it. Why should he have to make direct eye contact with someone? Wasn't responding to them enough? And why should he respect someone just because of their age? Respect was earned. He hated that every time he had had to use the bathroom in high school he was supposed to ask. Maybe for little kids it made sense so that they didn't wander off but wouldn't high school teachers prefer not to be interrupted during their classes? It seemed everywhere Janus turned he was met with more rules that didn't make sense, more rules that seemed to be meant to force people to fall in line rather than actually help them. Janus was only 16 and he had grown really tired of society. He wasn't sure he wanted to keep doing this stupid thing of existing with other humans. Especially when there were so few humans he wanted to be around. He groaned as he leaned into his boyfriend's lap, trying to hide from the social pressures.

"Nebuli, you cannot run away from existence," Logan said quietly as he ran his hands through Janus' hair. His fingers moved gently, carefully taking care of any knots Janus had in his hair. Society was awful, but Logan was a shining light through it all. His boyfriend was straightforward; he said what he meant; and Janus could trust Logan to be honest.

He also knew that Logan liked a good debate, and he was willing to provide if it meant escaping the world for just a little bit longer. 

"Why not?" Janus asked, "why can't I escape from the world? We could run away together." He turned a little bit, looking up at Logan and giving him a teasing smile, exaggerating it just a little bit so that Logan would know for certain he was teasing. 

"Would you like to talk about what is actually happening?" He asked softly, "Or would you like me to give you the reason you can't run away from the world?"

"Give me the reasons. I'm not ready to talk about today yet." Janus hid his face in Logan's stomach, curled up as if Logan could protect him from this world, and Logan continued to stroke his hair. 

"First off, you have neither the skills, nor the funds to live in a secluded cabin where you might be able to escape society." Janus attempted to be offended but chuckled nonetheless. "Secondly, we are still in high school, and it is illegal for us to be out on our own."

"Our own," Janus asked, looking up a little bit and Logan smiled at him.

"Of course," Logan said, "Because if the option is you disappearing alone or me going with you, I would go with you. Though, I am going to do my best to provide a few other options, one of them being that you will stay here with me and I provide you an escape from the society you seem to despise so much."

Janus smiled, his shoulders falling as he closed his eyes, relaxing against Logan. "You do an amazing job of providing me an escape. The only reason I am still here right now is because of you," He reassured before sighing again. "One of my teachers asked a question and no one wanted to answer it. Typical class issues," He flourished his hand, "So he did the whole "No answer is a wrong answer and I decided to go ahead and answer, to spare everyone the embarrassment, and do you know what my teacher said?"

Logan shook his head no.

"He told me my answer was wrong. How crappy is that? No wonder no one wants to answer questions in his class. I told him off and he gave me detention. Apparently the principal agreed that I need to learn to obey authority and not cause problems where they aren't needed. It's so completely stupid." He groaned, and Logan bent down, giving Janus a gentle kiss on is head.

"I understand that must have been extremely difficult." Most people would think that Logan's quiet calm voice was disinterest, but Janus knew better. He knew that Logan was on his side. "I am sorry that you had to deal with such a difficult situation." He just didn't know what to say, and for some reason that made Janus feel a lot better.

He leaned into Logan's touch. He was already feeling a lot better. Logan always made him feel better.

"Thank you," Janus muttered. "What do you think I should do? Should I just let him get away with it, or should I get even?" Part of him had already decided, but another part of him was actually looking for Logan's advice. He trusted his boyfriend's intelligence.

It was Logan's turn to smile. "Society would dictate that you just leave it be and secretly despise this teacher for the rest of the year, but we've already discussed you are not a fan of society's rules, so it seems like you already know your answer."

Janus smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes I do. I'm not going to be available tonight, are you going to be okay without me?"

"Of course," Logan said with a smile. "Tell Remus I said hello."

"And how do you know that I will be seeing Remus tonight?" Logan had his eyebrow raised and Janus laughed. His boyfriend knew him well, and he knew his boyfriend.

"Fine, fine, I will tell Remus you said hi, and you will have an alibi for the two of us if we need it." 

"Naturally." Logan helped Janus sit up, giving him a soft and gentle kiss before they separated, "but I know you won't need it. "I trust you to be able to get yourself in and out of trouble without my help."

Janus couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips. "I promise I won't do anything too stupid."

@simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @melaniidarling @tsshipmonth2020

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CHAPTER XXXVIII: FAMILY CONNECTIONS

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: We are finally getting into what happened with Jean's mom. No, she's not an urn, guys, we can all relax with that knowledge in mind! As a child of immigrants, I relate to Jean a lot here. Sometimes you feel very disconnected from your family's heritage. You feel that you've been excluded or that your parent's culture doesn't fully represent your own experiences or perspectives. Sometimes you can feel as if those experiences were stolen from you. This is a big part of her character and we will get into it even more in the future.

PS - Also, Phillip is right that Louis 100% knows about Jean. He just doesn't think it's serious. Yet.

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[JEAN] What do you mean there are photographs? I—I don’t understand.

[JEAN] Who is contacting you? Isn’t it, like, two in the morning, —No! Don’t answer them. Don’t tell them anything!

[JEAN] I don’t know if it’s me because I don’t know what pictures you’re talking about! No—Mom, Mom, shut up—even if it is me, it’s not your business, do you understand me? You’re not going to control me from ten thousand kilo—

[ARGUMENT CONTINUES IN PYOJUNEO]

[PHILLIP] I think we need to talk about the press.

[JEAN] . . . Yeah?

[PHILLIP] Yeah.  Because it’s not always going to be easy with them. They’re complicated.

[JEAN] Everything about your life seems complicated.

[PHILLIP] If I was still . . . working when we’d met you and your family would have access to certain protections. Publicly funded security and all that. However, since I’m no longer part of that lifestyle, I’m the one who pays.

[JEAN] You can afford that though, right?

[PHILLIP] Of course. The problem is less about funds and more about your mother.

[PHILLIP] Since I don’t know where she is, or how to contact her, that makes her vulnerable to . . . intrusions.

[JEAN] I don’t know where my mom is. I don’t even know how she got my number.

[PHILLIP] You don’t know where she is?

[JEAN] All I know is that she’s on another continent, somewhere across the ocean. Look, it’s not something I can easily explain, the whole thing came out of nowhere. She . . . I mean we’ve always lived together. Even when I was old enough to buy my own place, I made sure she had her own room and all that. Didn’t even ask, it just made sense that she’d always be with me.

[JEAN’ Then one day, the same day we . . . you know . . . hooked up, I guess, she just fuckin’ told me all this stuff about, like, my dad and being a single mom and how she hated it here and how lonely she was. She said that, that she only came here to raise me. Now that I was successful and had a good job and was in therapy, her job as a mother was done. She wanted to go back to her real home, she said. She wanted to, uh, be where she grew up. And I just remember her saying sh—she wanted to die there or something? But I was still . . . stuck. I remember asking her what do you mean? Like, what do you mean your job as a mother is “finished”? I don’t even remember her answer, but it made me mad.

[JEAN] I told her this is our home and she laughed. She told me she knew that I wouldn’t understand. Because my entire culture was adopted. I never asked her what leaving was like, I changed the name she gave me because I wanted to fit in. It’s a miracle that I could even read Hangul, she told me. I realized she had all this resentment aimed at me, and it was all coming out without warning. But I can’t go with you, I said. I know was her response. After that I said some pretty awful things to her. And then she left and I . . .I never, never even bothered to—I just took all my frustrations out on you—

[PHILLIP] Hey, hey, calm down, it’s alright. You can call her, you have her number now.

[JEAN] You make that sound so easy. I told her I never wanted to talk to her again. And now she’s screaming at me over the phone because some unknown reporters contacted her with photographs and questions. I don’t know where she is but they found her in no time at all. It’s insane, Phillip, but . . . I’ll try to call her back. Does this mean your family knows about me?

[PHILLIP] My father almost certainly, but he wouldn’t tell the rest of my family unless he wanted it to go public. I haven’t told them anything. The thought scares me.  I don’t even know how to approach that.

[JEAN] Would it be a good thing if the rest of them knew? Is going public something you’d want?

[PHILLIP] Honestly? No. Not yet at least. Everything about my life is complicated, remember? We don’t have to be.

[deputyash]

you have a vampire au for dove right? tell me about that au with her and john! (--direwombat)

This is less headcanons and more just me rambling about my Vampire AU haha XD I love that I’ve finally been given a chance to talk about my AUs. Thanks for sending it in! :D

Like her regular storyline, Dove is from Texas originally. She was living a normal life until she was turned into a vampire (haven’t planned out how exactly yet). Obviously the sun-filled state of Texas isn’t a good place for a vampire, so she moves to Hope County with the help of her uncle’s friend, Earl Whitehorse. Dove moved to Hope County because she thought it would be a nice, quiet, peaceful place to escape the sunlight and have access to all the wildlife she would ever need to survive. Well…that didn’t happen, at all. 

In this universe, she still starts out as the junior deputy. It was a way to cover up her secret and give her a sense of normalcy. She stuck to the night shifts (again thanks to Sheriff Whitehorse) to ensure she would be safe. Unfortunately, when a certain cult by the name of Eden’s Gate moves in, things take a turn. When the Marshal shows up to arrest Joseph, Whitehorse is forced to bring his dwindling team with him, including Dove. (Somehow Whitehorse convinced Burke to wait until nightfall to make the arrest.)

After she is separated from everyone, she is mostly on her own. Besides fighting an entire cult on her own, it’s very difficult for her to balance her need for blood and her desire to keep her humanity. She doesn’t get to hunt for animals nearly enough and she refuses to drink from people unless they are willing (or if they really manage to piss her off, but even then she tries her best to be restrained). She fights the cult as best as she can, but it’s slow progress due to her restrictions. However, the fact that she can’t really become injured or die easily does help. This does begin to raise suspicion among some people. John is the first to notice out of the Heralds. He’s only ever encountered her at night and he’s heard stories of her getting into situations that would’ve killed anyone else. His initial guess is wrong. He believed she was a demon, sent to destroy him and his family’s divine mission.

To further investigate, he sets a trap for her (more of an experiment actually). After she escapes her bindings in his bunker, he willingly opens the doors, only for it to be revealed that it was daylight outside. He asks her what was wrong, already knowing the answer. Dove is instantly angry at him, knowing that he’s figured out her secret. When she’s forced to walk back to their confession room, they have a back and forth discussion (semi-mild argument really). John accuses her of being a monster and Dove retorts that she may be a monster, but that he’s no better than her. He has his humanity still and yet he does awful things.

Jumping ahead in the timeline, Dove and John manage to get themselves stuck in one of the random small bunkers in the county. (Haven’t come up with a reason why yet haha.) There’s plenty of regular food in the bunker to last until they can be rescued, but of course Dove can’t eat it (or gain any benefit from it at least). Dove is already weakened from restricting her diet so much that she’s essentially starving to death. Also, important note, at this point, her and John have moved from pure enemies to “it’s complicated.” John reluctantly offers to be a willing participant for Dove to feed from. She is wary of his willingness, but she’s hungry so she accepts the agreement. And oh no, John finds that he’s into the act of Dove biting into his neck and oh no why is he thinking about all of the other places she could bite him (*coughs* “You know Dove, there’s a pretty good artery on the thigh.” - John Seed). Meanwhile, Dove’s in absolute heaven from finally feeling stronger again. And oh no, why does she like the feeling of John’s heartbeat racing against her palms? Why does she want to be closer to him, to feel his warmth against her skin?

[lea-andres]

I think one of my favorite things to do with the Deadly Six is to have them find out Eggman did some fucked up shit and to be like “ok we know we’re demons that want to conquer and destroy things but dude what the hell?!?!”

If I’m feeling mean that day, I also like to incorporate Vavok into it 😈

Like yeah, it makes since Zavok doesn’t want this six year old bee anywhere near Eggman, he’s awful even for their standards. The weird thing is that he not only knows that his dad’s not a bee, he know that he’s exactly a bright green crocodile who wears headphones and owns a detective business. It’s almost like he’s been seeing him on the regular!

I love the "Villain A does something fucked up, and Villain B watches in absolute horror because they wouldn't even stoop THAT LOW" trope. 😂

Izzy and I have the opposite happening in our prequel stuff we're working on. Some of our parent OCs (The usual suspects... Jet's dad, Bark's mom... Bean's mom... 👀👀👀) do nightmare shit, and meanwhile MOMMA ROBOTNIK'S watching them like "Holy shit, guys. What the fuck! I'm trying to take over the world, but even *I* wouldn't do THAT!"

*sigh* Of course you do when you're feeling mean. 😒😂

I mean, considering the... *looks over all of the Deadly Six canon* EVERYTHING Eggman has done to these guys, it would certainly make sense that Zavok would want to keep Charmy away from him.

But yet, Zavok should also know if he hangs out with a certain crocodile regularly, that that bee can absolutely handle himself in a scuffle. 😈