#btw did you know he was a prince in one of his past lives

[caffienemocha]

Ace from One Piece please

(oh boy oh boy I'm getting out of my hiatus for this one. BTW THIS IS A SHORT FAN FIC because I've been in a tight schedule and this was just a short ramble :0)

<WARNING: NSFW AHEAD so minors DNI >> any readers that doesn't identify as a male DNI!! >>

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ PORTGAS D. ACE X MALE READER ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

˗ˏˋ 'lemme make it up to you ˎˊ˗

You asked yourself, how did you end up being the boyfriend of the infamous Portgas D. Ace? Although he seems like a cocky, cool, and composed fellow, he's actually pretty clumsy and a dumbass most of the time. You take care of his mess, cook food for him three times a day (not including his midnight snacks), the usual house husband type of stuff. Although he sails around the sea, embarking with the Whitebeard Pirates gathering treasures and casually causing chaos and annoyance to wandering Marine in the area, Ace still holds a fair share of help in the house that rested near the dock the two you live in by giving you an allowance to buy groceries and things you want and need. Ace isn't the perfect boyfriend and he knows it. The countless nights you've slept alone without Ace by your side from his sailings, and even when he returns, he'll either leave in a short while, a few days or even a day after. He tries to make it up to you, by trying to cheer you up with gifts, affection, or straight up session after session of love-making. That doesn't fill the emptiness in your heart though, you wanted Ace to stay for a bit longer, you wanted him to at least stay for a few weeks. You wanted him to take you on dates like the first weeks of you two being boyfriends, you wanted him to treat you like a prince and pamper you as much as he did those years ago. But it was a duty of a pirate to sail the blue oceans, cross the seas, hunt for treasures, and wipe those oppose them, only to come back for a short while before leaving again. Again, you asked yourself, how'd you ended up for someone who isn't there for you most of the time?

..."I'm home." The door creaked open as the salty breeze of the sea nearby went inside the house as Ace took off his shoes and placed it right by the door before closing it and locking it. Holding a small box of treasure full of gold, jewels, and other gems, Ace took off his hat as he went inside the cozy abode, placing the box on the center table. "Welcome back, Ace." You greeted your taller boyfriend with a warm smile as you came out the kitchen, the aroma coming from the room behind you smelled magically and comforting for Ace, he hadn't eaten for a while. "There's my baby. C'mere." He softly chuckled as you took steps forward to his muscular figure who had his arms open wide, wanting to hug you after a few weeks apart. With a sigh of amusement, you hugged him back as your rugged clothes rubbed against his exposed torso. "I missed you so bad, why do you have to be gone for so long..." You said in a whiny tone, as if begging him to stay more longer than usual. Ace's instinct immediately had his arms wrapped around your smaller frame, his muscled arms comforting you. "I know, babe, I know...we already had this conversation before. The seas are big." Ace sighed as if wanting to stay like this forever but his stomach gurgled in response, betraying his thoughts as he let out a nervous laugh, "Quite hungry." "Obviously, you knucklehead." You replied sarcastically. "What're you cooking? Smells delicious." Ace asked with the familiar smile you've been wanting to see after the past few days. "You'll see, c'mon." As you grabbed his arm, you immediately lead him to the kitchen with a pot placed atop a stove, releasing steams of flavorful aroma that lingered around the room. "How about you take a seat while I prepare your food?" Ace only nodded at your words before going out of the kitchen, sitting in the living room as he whistled. Grabbing the pot cover, you grabbed a bowl as you used your ladle to scoop up the delicious stew you've cooked and tenderized ever since this morning. Serving it atop of freshly, cooked rice, you stepped out of the kitchen holding a bowl and a spoon for Ace to use to chow down. Placing it in front of him, the aroma hit Ace's nose as the delicious bowl of protein and rice laid before him. "Looks delicious, babe. Thanks." He said before grabbing it and chowing it all down spoon after spoon.

"So, what have you been up to while I was gone?" Ace asked in between bites and chewing. The question caught you off-guard, why so sudden? Yet you answered. "The usual. Clean the house, walk around the dock, watch the sea, buy groceries..." Your voice faded with a mutter as you scratched the back of your head. Ace knew something was wrong, something that signaled him that you truly need him. That he'll stay longer than what he usually does so. Ace didn't replied back until he was finished with his bowl of food, drinking water to wash it all down. Without warning, Ace then pinned you to the chair you're sitting on, his eyes nonchalant yet a glimmer of care and worry shining on his pupils. "Tell me what's wrong. You've missed me so much than usual, huh? Is that right?" He interrogated you as he continued pressing your wrist down the rails of the chair, his face mere inches away from yours. You let out a blush of flustered feelings and a scoff. "You're always gone, of course I've missed you..." You replied in a muttered voice, Ace let out a smirk as he got closer to your face, his freckles adoring his already handsome complexion. "'Lemme make it up to you then, babe." Without warning, he carried you on his shoulders as he went to the bedroom, locking it just after he, and along you on his shoulders, came in and throwing you to bed. "I always remembered you like it rough, you little masochist."

Out of his back revealed a rope, placing it roughly beside your body as the taller male ripped you out of your clothes, placing the torn linen to the floor. Your cute little body obviously turned him on, seeing how his noticeable, massive bulge on his crotch. "I'm gonna make it up to you- I'll go rougher than usual ... so better say yes or no before I ravage your entire body and leave it sore."

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[pumpkinsy0]

What's Going On in Haiti Rn

tldr: barbeque (leader of revolutionary gang, isnt a cannibal btw) says hes trying to liberate Haiti to free the oppressed groups in Haiti from not only the rich ppl who live in Haiti but also from imperialism so Haiti can get better, but moving along from that, theres canals being built in Haiti so Haitians can actually make their own food and won’t rely in others

alright, I’m making this post, not only because I dont see many people talking about it, but also because they just aren't really telling the exact full story and theyre only using what the western media is saying and not really using any haitian sources or anything like that, for this post Im NOT picking sides or anything of the sort, I just want people to be more aware of what's actually going on in haiti

so where all of this gang stuff is going down is in the CAPITAL of Haiti, this isn't going on all across the country, everything really violent is happening in PORT AU PRINCE. As you know, there's this man called Barbecue who is essentially running Port Au Prince with his gang or group or whatever you want to call it, no Barbecue didn't get his name because he's a cannibal or anything like that, he got it because his mom would sell bbq chicken for people in his neighborhood. The cannibal claims that were going all around on social media was spread by alt right twitter users like elon musk and some other famous alt right twitter users.

NOW when it comes to the gangs in Haiti, what Barbecue is trying to do is "liberate this country, once and for all"(in his own words not mines), and he's done that by trying to bring together all the past gangs of Haiti and they've formed this one big group called "Revolutionary Forces of the G9 Family and Allies" or I'll just call them G9, and now they control 80% of Port Au Prince and many civilians themselves who live in poverty and terrible conditions are with them because they just want a life with rights to healthcare, education, and housing, things that are hard to get because of politicians and rich people oppressing them and taking away their resources and forcing them to live with the scraps. Another group of people who's followed him is this group of men he's broke out of jail. In this jail as far as I know, these people were never actually given trials or anything and they as well were forced into terrible living conditions with, lack of food, space, that kinda thing. When it comes to G9 getting the prime minister, Ariel Henry, to step down, the reason why they wanted him to step down (as far as i remember) was because he just pushing the election for a new president back and back each time, and people were/are under the impression that he just wanted to get more power. On top of that Ariel Henry was NEVER SWORN INTO HIS POSITION. Plus, after the Haitian president's assassination in 2021, INSTEAD of working with Haitian civil society groups that were open to give solutions to fix the situation, the US, Canada, France, and other places, put their trust into Ariel Henry, and saw him as the connection to the Haitian public. Henry is not well liked by the public of Haiti and he is now not in Haiti and is in Puerto Rico, essentially exiled from Haiti. Now dont take this as me putting Barbecue in this shining light, he did use to be a police officer, and he has closed off Port Au Prince from the rest of the country and people are finding it hard to get food, water, go to school, and much much more, Im just laying out what's happening and his goal as he says it. If you want more info, watch some interviews Barbeque has done.

When it come to the US intervening or ANY country for that matter intervening is because in the past, forcing interventions in haiti has only led to worse. There was terrible treatment to the citizens and they stole money, their only way of intervening was literally through weapons against innocent civilians. Many haitians do NOT want any country, especially the US coming near them AT ALL because theyre are scared for what theyre going to do to them and their livelihoods, and you can't blame them one bit, the US is quite literally a genocidal empire who only looks out for itself.

ON SOME MORE BRIGHTER NEWS, idk if you heard, but theres this canal thats close to being finished, that will allow Haitian farmers to grow and make their own foods so Haiti wont have to rely on other places of getting stuff like rice!! The canal gets water from the massacre river however, Dominican politicians dont like that and are claiming that the canal will weaken the water supply of the river, despite the DR having like 11 canals using the river and Haiti has 1 (the one being built rn). To slow down the water flow going into the canal, Dominican officals have these pumps that are constantly flowing to take away water from the canal, however the canal is still able to flow a good amount of water into Haiti, to Haitian farmers :)

on top of that, Haitian farmers in another part of Haiti has gotten inspired to take action to make their OWN canal (that has NOTHING to do with the massacre river before yall start) and are currently making their own canal so they can have water so WOOOO🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹

anyways pls share and make sure to listen to Haitian voices and media to understand whats going on, dont use media from the same niggas that assisted a Dominican dictator that committed a Haitian genocide :P

to learn more about whats going on theres this Haitian news source called Haiti Liberte that discusses whats going on in Haiti and they have a documentary on youtube that goes more in depth with Barbeque and his ideas/wants and some Haitian citizens

as for the canals, on tik tok theres this woman whos been at the forefront of it all, discussing whats going on with the canals, giving updates, and shes actually in Haiti, and you can see the canals for yourself, her @ is @bertrhude

[daenysthedreamer101]

HOTD S1 Rewatch

Ep 6 - The Princess and the Queen

Omg I love my Queen so much! Look at her smile 😔

First of all... How TF did Alicent find out so quickly that Nyra gave birth?

Mere seconds after pushing Joffrey out Nyra is told that Alicent wants to see him

At 2:38 she pushes him out. At 3:20 she's told by a maid that A wants to see the baby... Like.... How??

You can see only from a couple of minutes that Nyra already loves her baby boy! 😭😭😭

A is sooo evil for doing that to Nyra! Oh you're going to the Seven Hells for that!

Laenor is so confused but he's got good intentions lol

When he says 'I thought we were past this' it implies A did this with Jace and Luke as well...

The way Nyra is struggling to get up those stairs...Alicent I am in your walls!

Also I don't understand her saying 'you may get one who looks like you' like this baby isn't three minutes old!

I mean I know why she said it but damn, let him develop some features!

HARWIN THE MAN YOU ARE! 😫

Baby Vermax is so cute!

DRACARYS! Poor goat though

It's so obvious that Aegon was the one behind the Pink Dread. Alicent blames Nyra's boys but like Luke is like 5 maybe and Jace 7/8. Your son is the oldest one so shouldn't he know better than to bully his own brother.. Oh that's right he doesn't because you let him bully his brother.. And you call yourself a mother 🙄

DREAMFYRE! THE OG MOTHER OF DRAGONS!

Helaena my little cutie pie... You deserve a better mother btw

'Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding'

He's a Targaryen and his brother bullies him for the fact that he doesn't have one, ofc he wants a dragon, Alicent, pls just say you dont understand anything about the House you married into and leave

'It's a wonder to me their eggs ever hatched' Why? Their mother is a Targaryen....? So what is your point exactly? Oh she's such a bitch I can't stand her!

Like. Your kids are half Targaryen. Nyra's kids are half Targaryen. Also all of Nyra'a kids had their dragons hatch to them.

None of Alicent's did. They all had to claim dragons. Which there's nothing wrong with that it's just why are you talking such bs?

God I wish they kept Rhaenys's hair black. That way you could have plausible deniability for why Nyra's kids have dark hair, smh.

'I have to believe that in the end honor and decency will prevail'. Literally three seconds ago you were talking shit about her out in the open halls... Right, decency, sure...

Alicent yelling at her son and getting in his face - someone give her mother of the year award...

Caraxes and Vhagar having a cute little dance in the sky, oh the foreshadowing 🙃

CRISTON COLE YOU PETTY IDIOT! HARWIN SHOULD'VE SMASHED YOUR FACE THE WAY YOU DID TO JOFFREY!

Harwin, you're so sexy, if only you lived longer 😔😔

Omg Jace's little face, he's so cute little baby 😭

Why is Criston soo agressive? He's manhandling a litteral child? Like bsffr 🙄

The way Harwin holds Jace's face and encourages him - I'm fine.. I'm fine 🙂🙂

'You forget yourself Ser that is the Prince' as if you weren't encouraging Aegon to attack and harm Jace, who's also a Prince and in line for the throne... Right

I know Harwin punching Clumbo in the face was not a good move politically but he was sooo hot doing that ughh😫 I need to stop

Nyra has such a sweet relationship with her maids. You can see they genuinely care for her😭

We stan Elinda Massey in this house!

The way Nyra was looking up at Laenor as he drunkenly talks about the Triarchy, bye! 💀

The way Daemon smiled at Laena when she walked to sit beside him ughh he loved her I know he did!

Alicent pointing out Nyra's milk leaking was such a bitchy move! 🙄

Viserys I need you to grow a spine, you are the King not Alicent. If he said so Helaena would've married Jace and Alicent couldn't do shit about it.

Larys is such a slimy shady rat I hate just seeing him on my screen!

Laena, bestie, you truly died a dragonrider's death! RIP you were a true girlboss 😔

Vhagar hesitating to burn Laena ughhh my feels!

Harwin saying goodbye to the boys and Nyra holding back tears.... Ughh my heart!

I don't even wanna talk about Harwin dying... You're telling me a man called Breakbones couldn't break a door. I call bs on that.

He's alive and well he's alive and well he's-

I'm fine fine fine fine I'm fine 🙃🙃

[i-need-a-slurpee]

You guys already know I love spreading my akekita besties agenda

I saw someone post a video about a little porcelain figure they found and it was a crow in a big straw hat and a sweater and behind the crow was several different easels. The person filming the video dubbed the porcelain figure 'vincent van crow' so you see where I'm going with this. (Btw this is an AU where Akechi lives and he works with the phantom thieves because they can see he needs help and they're going to give him that help whether he wants it or not. Canon be damned.)

Akechi and Yusuke walking around different shops because yusuke needs new art supplies and guess who they find sitting on a shelf tucked away behind some miscellaneous items like mason jars and small vases of different dull colors. Vincent Van Crow. Akechi saw him first and thought Yusuke would appreciate the little porcelain figure, unaware of the artist's terrible spending habits. Yusuke would feel the same connection to Vincent Van Crow that he did with his lobsters and abandon the original mission just to buy him, insisting it was destiny. A crow that was a fellow artist, the only one on the shell and who better to point it out to him but Akechi himself.

Despite Akechi's protests that Yusuke's funds are limited and he should focus on finding the supplies for whatever new piece he was working on (it was a watercolor painting, several paintings, of the various different places in the backstreets where lebanc resided) Yusuke insists on buying him. Akechi doesn't quite understand how Yusuke can have such a sentimental attachment to an object he doesn't own yet but he can't afford to argue any longer because he'll lose his cool.

It isn't until they've finished their shopping and are walking back to the train station that he starts to really get it. Not because he had given the porcelain crow any thought but because Yusuke declared that this small, breakable and frankly unimpressive (to akechi at least) figure was a sign of their bond. A representation of different facets of their personalities and how despite the fact that nobody really understood it, Yusuke and Akechi made sense together.

On paper it was strange, an aloof artist and the famous detective prince but looking past the surface gave a glimpse into why they worked so well together. Yusuke was honest, brutally honest he never censored himself because he didn't see the point in doing so, he looked for a deeper meaning in everything which made sense since all art has some meaning behind it. It's second nature for him to evaluate everything he saw on a deeper level. Akechi appreciated having someone like Yusuke in his life because he never worried that Yusuke was using him like everyone else had. Yusuke's unrelenting honestly was a breath of fresh air for akechi, and no matter how hard he tried to convince himself in the beginning he could never fully believe that Yusuke's honesty was an act. He was too genuine and his perceptive abilities made him see past the act Akechi would often put on.

In turn Akechi was very critical, he had to be as a detective, and he was constantly aware of his surroundings. He always kept a look out for any danger and covered all his bases to make sure he could keep himself safe. Which was something Yusuke appreciated because he would often get lost in thought and wander off to various different places because they piqued his interest, he couldn't stay on task like Akechi could.

They helped each other and the time they spent together was time well spent, numerous discussions of various topics being viewed from two different lens. But they still managed to consider the other's position in their discussions, Yusuke would consider the analytical mindset that Akechi had and Akechi would pay more attention to the finer details and emotional aspects of a situation like Yusuke did. It was an odd but wonderful friendship they had.

So on the train ride back to their homes, Akechi considered the porcelain crow and his porcelain easels, the shine of his feathers and the way his beak twisted into a sweet smile and he felt a small warmth fill his heart. Warmth at the thought that his friend, his real friend that he had made on his own, would keep that small crow on a shelf or a table and think of him whenever he saw it. Warmth because he wasn't alone anymore, he was wanted by the people around him. Wanted enough for his friend to buy an insignificant trinket that put an extra expense on his limit supply of money just because it reminded him of the detective. Warmth because he was loved.

Your honor that's their son, they coparent him for tax benefits

[garthofshayeris]

How can all of Garth’s personality, relationships, and history became irrelevant to the current comics runs? What happened?

Great question! After Flashpoint happened, the Dc Universe reset. For a lot of comics, there were no major character or lore changes. However, the Aquaman comics got a major overhaul.

It’s important to note that Aquaman lore has changed over the years, but the changes were either slow or the kept much of the same characterization, but updated certain aspects. For example, although Death of a Prince takes place in the Bronze Age of comics, it was playing off dynamics already established in the Silver Age, and the story was tweaked slightly when the post-crisis reboot happened, so the events were still relevant in Volumes 4-6 (80s-early 2000s). The lore expanded to say, these major elements are still here! We have changed some things, and here they are! And this is how it effected what you might be familiar with, etc.

Then comes the New52. In order to make the comics easier for newcomers to read, about 90% of the characters and Atlantean history were removed completely from canon. This includes Garth, who was the longest-running humanoid supporting character!! (Topo the octopus is the longest-running returning character, and for the record they also got rid of him)

They re-did Arthur’s backstory (adapted to something similar to his Silver Age origins) and some characters, like Orm, were completely re-done as well to fit the new lore. They did not do this for Garth; in fact, every major element of his character that tied him to the story was removed. His kingdom I mentioned in that last ask? Gone. Atlan, the wizard who trained him? Gone (although they do re-use that name, the New52 character named Atlan is not Atlan from previous stories). The rumor about purple eyes? Actually not gone, but they did completely change what it meant and when we meet an entire community of purple-eyed Atlanteans, Garth is not among them. (Purple eyes have been an element to his character since his introduction, btw)

“But comicvine says Garth appeared in the New52!” I hear you cry. Technically true. But here’s a fun fact: they “teased” his return on the last page of one comics, and his design was so off from all previous versions that the fans did not know who he was supposed to be. Why? He was wearing a color Garth was never seen in, sporting a strange tattoo on the wrong side of his face (those lines aren’t a tattoo in pre-flashpoint btw…it’s a scar, that Atlan gave him) and because Garth had always, always, always been the child that Arthur adopted…the fact that he showed up as a fully formed adult with no connection to Arthur was so strange that even the Aquafans did not make the connection!!

This character, a mercenary who never spoke to Arthur, appeared a few more times before being quietly re-set in Rebirth.

Now, let’s recall that the comics removed all aspects of this character’s connection to the story, including the very fact that he was essentially Arthur’s adopted child. This is STILL TRUE in Rebirth. I cannot think of a time that Garth spoke directly to Arthur in any of the comics, but Mera said once that Arthur basically paid for Garth to go to Magic Underwater Wizard College, which is something that exists for some reason. Also he dropped out of Magic Underwater Wizard College because his girlfriend died, but we don’t know that woman’s name and he has literally never brought it up outside that single comics.

I want to say, I am not against changing backstories. Garth has had two and a half backstories since the 60s! But they grow and expand to fit the new world they live in. The writers took time and energy, they poured their hearts into making this new character appeal to their brave new world. But DC has not given Garth that same grace these past 15ish years. They had so, so many chances as well! They could have rewritten him in a way that was satisfying to his old fans. But they do not give a shit about Garth.

You see. DC wants to trick you. They want to say “everything is canon now” and not have to put in any effort. except my dears, the Aquaman comics are so complicated that they cannot exist at the same time. Because sure, maybe we can say Garth is no longer royal, because that kingdom his parents ruled no longer exists. But without that bloodline, why is he the most powerful Atlantean sorcerer? Did he never complete a highly emotional task of claiming his birthright, and accepting the death of Tula so he can heal his emotional wounds? Oh. Tula is alive? And now related to Orm? And they hardly know each other? Well, he just went to Magic College and he’s good for absolutely no reason at all. Is he still close with Arthur? I’m not sure. Arthur paid for college, but has never spoken to Garth. Garth is absent from all major life events in the Aquafamily. He has never met Arthur’s biological kid. He has no useful role inside a comic that he used to be an integral part of, his usual role has been split among others. So there goes his backstory. There go his emotional connections. Goodbye to the major emotional highs and lows as well. Goodbye to his personality traits, intentionally written to be played off of Arthur’s. Goodbye to any kind of role in the narrative; when you can replace his character with a nameless extra, is he really part of the story?

And when you remove all of that…what is there to like about this character, anyway?

[realcatalina]

You say Catherine and Henry VIII marriage already broke down in 1514. Can you give more insight to it? I still see a lot “sources” that claim they had a happy marriage for 20 years.

Btw, thanks for your great researches, I learn a lot of things through your Blog❤️

Well the claims that marriage was happy for nearly 20 years before Anne Boleyn came along are completely false.

(It's plucked out of thin air! Just as Henry's bodycount of 72,000!)

They got married in 1509. But some cracks appeared as early as 1510.

They unfortunately lost baby in January 1510, then for while thought she was carrying twins(and one lived, one died)-which turned out to be untrue...so they hurried to get pregnant again, and by May Catherine already was.

But from May? 1510 we also have incident when allegedly Henry had taken a mistress Anne Stafford, Countess of Huntingdon while Catherine was in her 'laying in' during spring time.

Now, I know this is untrue for two reasons. Firstly Catherine and Henry were sleeping together during her "laying in"-her own words confirm it, and timing of New Prince's birth, also confirms it.

(I've recently reblogged my old post about her 1st pregnancy and its aftermath, with some new insight about the dates...so maybe check that out.)

And 2ndly, Henry was probably completely innocent in this. You see, Anne Stafford was found alone in her chamber with Henry's friend Sir William Compton, her brother duke of Buckingham found them..and Compton years later put Anne Stafford in his will, gave her some lands...clearly dude was in love with her all his life.

Anne and Compton swore nothing happened between them and she had good relationship with her husband even years later. But at the moment Buckingham was livid, his sister was sent to convent(at least temporarily) and he demanded Compton to be punished and sent away from court. Henry refused to do it, and instead send from court Anne's sister Elizabeth, countess of Sussex whow as the one who snitched upon Anne and Compton. Elizabeth was one of Queen Catherine's ladies and they went along very well. So Catherine was enraged!

Maybe frustration of past few months and loss of baby, and loss of non-existent baby(which can feel to person just as bad as loosing real baby), got better of them. But Catherine and Henry had massive argument, about which even spanish ambassador was writing about. Now we don't know exactly what was said...

But some believe that not only Catherine was unhappy with Henry not punishing those who in her eyes deserved it...but that she believed Henry was not punishing Compton and punishing Elizabeth, because Compton was seeing Anne on Henry's behalf.

In other words...that Catherine accused Henry of cheating...but evidence would suggest...he didn't do it. ...And with his personality, if she indeed did so...then he'd never forget it. ...And also, who is so insecure that in less than one year of marriage accuses the other party of cheating? ...If she indeed did so, then it was nothing Henry did...at the time he was completely in love with her...but rather she projecting her own insecurities and...possibly her parents' marriage upon her own...

Now, we don't know what happened for sure...but does it sound as happy marriage to you? Even if she didn't accuse him of cheating, then they had massive argument over who stays at court, who gets punished...happy couple would talk...maybe disagree but talk about it...not shout so much that ambassador writes about it to foreign court.

Well, then for several years things went fine apart from heartbreaking loss of new years prince...

Then in 1513 Catherine lost baby not long after Flodden, and literally day after she send Henry a letter informing him that she was pregnant(and of the victory), she must have not been very far along for him to not know before that...but before that letter even got to him, their precious child was gone...and she had to keep on pretence to deal with aftermath of Flodden...and he didn't know at least for another month or two...

(I also made post about this....about Catherine's regency and this pregnancy.) And I think Henry took it badly that he wasn't informed...it's possible he returned home in late 1513 and still didn't know... But year 1514 was total wreck. They basically started arguing in January...and stopped only in November or December? after they lost another baby...and it wasn't Catherine who called truce...it was Henry.

What they argued about?

You might have heard that Catherine and Henry accepted King Ferdinand's excuses as to why he didn't attack France while he was supposed to, and instead took Navarrre...but in reality Henry accepted those excuses in 1512, but not in 1513, he hoped Ferdinand would make up for 1512 in 1513 and felt deeply betrayed when it didn't happen. Basically his ally stood him up, and he was rightfully livid about it. ...And Catherine took the brunt, it seems.

Catherine kept believing her father, stubbornly stayed loyal to her family, even when some of her friends told her not to(literally the oposite of what Spanish Princess went with), kept advocating on behalf of her father...and Henry never forgiven it. Ever.

Before, majority of political decisions Henry made he first discussed with her...and afterwards, he completely cut her off ...and Wolsey became King's main advisor.

Hence love and trust was gone from the marriage by end of 1514, and it was basically broken, on freezing point and in year 1515 many were convinced he'd set her asside. *(actually some in year 1514 already, despit eher pregnancy!)*

And tbh I think he was so mad at her...for siding with Ferdinand, that if Catherine didn't become pregnant again and didn't have a living child-Mary in 1516...I think he would have.

We'd have Great Matter ten years prior. And despite me being Catherine's fan...Yes, she was stuck in between, with her loyalty torn..., stuck in impossible situation and I sympathize with her for it...

But I don't get what she was trying to achieve by arguing with Henry in 1514 so many times, and expecting different result. It didn't help at all, on contrary it might have fanned flames of his rage. I think it suggest that she didn't know how to comunicate with Henry...when he not in that loving stage...but when he was angry.

Maybe...she never knew him like this...maybe they after that 1510 incident with Anne and Compton have never argued again...but still...I think it is essential skill in any marriage to know how to calm your spouse, how to deescalate the tention etc.

...Parr could do it, even when Henry was most paranoid and even thought of executing her, she knew what to say to him to save herself...but Queen Catherine of Aragon...aparently didn't know how...or maybe she didn't want to...maybe she felt like Henry was supposed to apologise and try come to her...

Which he did...but about same time Bessie Blount caught his eye...so maybe he yield because he felt guilty for cheating...

Of course Henry...never expected anything but full support from his spouse and had unrealistic expactations regarding Catherine's loyalty...(He had mindset "you're with me or against me", no middle ground.) Hence I think he was also a big part of problem...and he was not good orator in general, so I expect he never explained to Catherine how he felt truly and why he didn't believe Ferdinand. Maybe he did, but not in calm manner...and shouting doesn't count...

It's very unlikely he knew how to comunicate with Catherine either...and tell her...'stay out of this' in way which would work...and he deliberately broke bethrohal of his sister to Catherine's nephew and instead married her to old French King...and Catherine viewed that as betrayal...So he was definitely fanning flames too!

I know some historians like to say Catherine took Henry's side in this. That she showed him support and give cold shoulder to spanish ambassador etc. But they seem to rely on spanish sources for this...mainly Caroz. But although Caroz is usually good source on early Tudor era, Caroz found himself facing Henry's ire too(as Ferdinand's ambassador)and I think Catherine didn't give him helping hand in this(after all she received almost no help as ambassador to her father herself and was forced to swim in water filled with sharks and she argued with Henry enough as it was.)

Imo, it sound like Caroz is trying to blame Maria Salinas and Fray Diego...for his failure in convincing Henry to buy the excuse. It's likely that blaming of Salinas and Fray Diego happened just as after Ferdinand asked what his daughter was doing regarding the subject...so Caroz replied that these people were trying to make Queen's loyalty to change...(Hence-it's not my fault, it's them! Rather common behaviour in Spanish ambassadors in England imo.)

...Catherine and Henry had great potential in the beginning, but also trust issues, comunication issues, different expectations, different loyalties/views upon internationalpolitics and even in things they at beginning agreed upon, they sometimes grew apart over the years(religion)...traumas from loosing their children also would play big part in marriage deteroriating.

They needed marriage councelling...prior to Mary being born.

Basically the pink glassses went off by late 1513/early 1514, and it never went back to being loving marriage. There I said it, it was max 4 years of fairly happy marriage! Not 20! Afterwards...it was for appearence sake in my opinion and those problems they had didn't disappear just resurfaced few years later.

And make no mistake...it takes two to tango...they were both to blame for state of their marriage. It wasn't just Henry nor just Catherine, it was both of them.

Perhaps if they had more kids they'd eventually find way back together...but like this the resentment only grew...and you know the rest.

[blitzgamev]

hi hey hello here are some of my fav spies are forever london bits in a random order :) i am going insane about this :)

Never done a read more! Surely this'll work first try!

- The Deadliest Man Alive stinger. Him coming back on stage just to say it again for the stinger was top tier and the fact Everyone looked into the audience when it played!!

- The fact they had enough cast now to have DMA stand there visibly not enjoy his time at the ball except when people talked about pulling toenails off??

- HOLY SHIT TORTURE TANGO HELLO

- No seriously doing an extra Owen there when Curt said it and not just having him to the lil pose but also walk across stage, look around, notice what's going on AND DOING THE GUN SHOOT WITH DMA HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

- The wolf whistle during That part of the stairway scene? Whoever did that is my hero that was hilarious

- Managed to get past the booking agent for the banana yippee

- Speaking of the emoting between Curt and Owen during the slow motion fall was top tier love these actors

- The DMA into Owen reveal was so funny because Owen walked on before The Line to stand behind DMA so you couldn't even hear it over people cheering and laughing

- The slow turn while Joey narrated and the little low walk for the trap door?? Top tier

- Vanger visibly cringing every time someone said something negative about the prince was hilarious but also the implication they aren't even trying to keep it down...

- Facial expressions! Some very very good ones between Curt and Tatiana in not so bad

- DMA being like "yeah I did that look how cool I am cheer for me" at Some Point I Don't Remember like I love how the actor played him

- The deafening cheering whenever Mama Mega showed up was the most based we ever got as an audience let's go Mama Mega

- This did lead to the cheering being so much that we didn't stop when Joey came on to do the scene transition and him having to go calm down guys just doing the next scene lol

- That was definitely not helped by the insanely funny Vanger bit to start act 2 like the cyber bullying in the 60s?? Every cosplayer (pog shoutouts btw) being him??

- The little acting choices Tatiana made in general?? The suspender bit in particular

- Speaking of acting choices. The Whole of Owen's appearance at the end felt like a performance for the audience to me and I need to know if that was A Choice or if I imagined it

- Seperate but related point but spies are forever reprise being on the programme... All I've ever needed now add it to the album smile

- Argh the staircase scene... To see that in person is to be alive I think. The shaking on the gun arm on That Bit. How close Owen looked and sounded to crying during the reprise. MOVING ON OKE KING

- Barb

- Did the informant just not die here??? Good for him maybe don't get into the song next time yeah?

- Curt hesitating to take the first shot is also gonna haunt me that's always been the one issue I had with one more shot

- All the little extra flourishes in the songs were very fun love actors making it their own

- The henchmen!! They lived! I don't know that tickles me no quick changes needed so they get to Vibe and giggle

- BARON'S DEATH SCENE "ouch my back *turns around* ouch my front ouch my self *dies" <- he bows after this btw

- Joey shouting out people who were at the matinee but not the evening show was not a planned bit I bet but it Was funny

- The band!!! Hearing overture In Real Life rewired my brain

- Also a shout out to the stage hand we cheered on before the show and act 2 started

- Everyone's faces but especially Tatiana when Sergio was doing the plead reprise were top tier "what are you DOING get away"

- YOU GOTTA y-you GOTTA :) the whole song was really good loved this Cynthia

- The one handed moves for eyes ii was necessary but also just fun

- Also DMA making curt move the whole chair over and him refusing for a while for realism

- HOW COULD I EVEN FOR A MOMENT FORGET DOING THIS TOP TIER SONG TOP TIER ACTING

- The way Curt kept sputtering and touching his lips way after Tatiana got over it and also agreed it was shit way more

- Prisoner of my past is haunting In Real Life holy shit

- One step ahead :) that one moment they kept getting closer to eachother until they did the hand thing again and it looked like Owen was leaning in completely to the hug. Hey you can't do that. I wish I remembered who pushed the other away to mirror the opening betrayal line

- The final pose was so so good to see I adore spy dance and getting to stand up and clap for it was an out of body moment (I hurt my ear cheering)

This turned into a non chronological recap of the show but whatever I wrote all the energy and memory out that I had so good night tri state area . tri london area

[cljordan-imperium]

Happy Fav's Friday! Tell us about your favorite scene in your favorite wip. What inspired it? What makes it your favorite?

Happy Friday Sarah!!

My Favorite WIP will ALWAYS BE @theimperiumchronicles!! Abriella, Cruz, Arch, Talon, and Dez have been with me since 2008, Abriella since 2001. I think they always will be part of me now.

I am going to cheat here because I have two! And they're tied but for different reasons!

The first I'm going to share a link to because it is also my 2nd that I'm most proud of and I shared in response to another question this past week.

It is when Brie almost died. I was really struggling with motivation at this point. I felt like I was losing the will to go on with her story and was in a deep depression over it. This was in early 2019, I was also dealing with serious health issues that were found out to be cancer. It was a very dark time. (btw - cancer free for 3 yrs now, so it's all good now) When I started this, I did NOT know how it was going to end. It might very well have been the end. I was crying through most of it. I could feel Cruz and Adriel's sense of loss and frustration. The anger, the stages of grief that you see there. If you look, all 5 stages are represented before the revelation that she won't die. And I had to accept I COULD lose it all to be able to find in myself that I hadn't lost them and it would be okay. In some ways the death of Brie was about what I was going through with my health as well. It was very complex and personal. Because of this, and because I still cannot read it without tears, this piece will always be so very, very special. I hope that all makes sense.

I'll explain this other one before I share it. I thought I'd shared this somewhere but I cannot find it for the life of me. So I'm sharing it again and am going to paste it to my links page so I don't lose it. But this is from the Horseman's ball, also in 2019. January in fact. I love it because it shows exactly what a badass Cruz is and that you DO NOT fuck with his sister. Cruz spent over 1500 years alone, he did have a fighting partner at one time who was brutally massacred by demons in an ambush when he got cut off from them and he has carried that guilt and felt judged for it. Then Brie came along and loved him judgement free. There was some drama when she first came to the Nephilim Sanctuary in Chicago, and he was the one that found her and coaxed her to come back and gained her trust. Since then it has been the two of them that lean on one another more than anyone else. In fact, Abbadon was jealous of Cruz for the entirety of their relationship because no one, NO ONE, will come before Cruz in Abriella's life, and the same is true of Cruz. Their bond is that deep and is because of what they both experienced in their lives before they found one another. This ball was less than six months after Cruz had discovered that the deed to Abriella's soul had been traded by their mother to Lucifer (this was before he was on their side) when he had pulled from the ultimate darkness when his partner had been killed, to keep him from being damned. Lucifer had then used it as a reward in a deal with Leviathan. So Leviathan had the deed to Abriella's soul, and he wanted to collect...right then. And...here it is....

Just as the Princes were about to make a move, a blinding light filled the ballroom.  When it cleared Raguel, Gabrielle, and Cruz stood at the top of the stairs, Brie in the middle.  A cocky smile formed on Raguel’s lips as he stepped down a couple of steps, bringing him closer to the Princes who had encircled the others.  “Lucifer…Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer.  I do believe you have made a miscalculation. An oversight shall we say, one that I am surprised that you would do in this situation.  You have no claim here, so be gone and put an end to whatever charade got you through the doors and onto this property.”  The condescending tone in Raguel’s voice was thick and heavy, there was no way the King of Hell was going to miss it.  No, he would not and it would be an injury to his Pride for him to have missed anything in the bargain he had so long ago struck with Ariel.

“You are mistaken brother.  I know well what the agreement was, and now we are here to collect what is rightfully ours.  So let Brie come to us and this can all be over.  There need not be fighting or battle.  While she may not like it, there is nothing she can do about it.”  Lucifer grinned back up at the Angel.  The low and feral growl that emanated from Cruz as he too stepped forward almost seemed to please Lucifer.  Oh, he did enjoy taunting the servants of the Divine and when he could get them well and truly rankled, well that was just icing on the cake as far as he was concerned.

“Ah, now see there is where we have a slight issue Lucifer.”  The cocky tone never wavered, nor did the arrogant smirk on Raguel’s face. “You see you forgot one thing that Father gave all his creation, even one such as yourself.  Free Will.  AND, since she is alive, she still has it.  Only when she has passed on to the hereafter can you attempt to collect her soul.  And when that time arrives, you will have to deal with Azrael in regards to your collection.  While one can freely sign over their own soul, signing over the soul of another is a tricky proposition and I’ve overlooked this contract.  Within it there are many loopholes and they are quite large.   As long as Brie is alive, you cannot collect and then only if she agrees to the contract for one cannot damn another to Hell.  So you see the impasse we are at here, brother?”  The last word was said in such a way as to make the word an insult to Lucifer and from the look on his face it had the desired effect.

“ARIEL!”  Lucifer bellowed as his face contorted in anger, a glimpse of his corrupted soul showing through the handsome mask of his Angelic nature that he always wore.  While he may appear handsome and virile to all who could see the outside, his soul was blacker than the darkest, moonless night and was more tainted and corrupted than any could imagine.    At times when his rage and fury rose within him, a glimpse of his true nature could be seen through the visage that he tried to present to everyone as his true face.  What could be seen was truly frightening if one were not prepared for it.

Suddenly a slender brunette with hair almost as black as night appeared alongside of Lucifer.  She was shapely, lithe, and even without introduction there was little doubt to any assembled whom she was, for she looked strikingly like her daughter.  Why the Divine Angel had gone missing now became apparent to the three Angels who were standing there, ready for battle.  It was only two steps till she was at Lucifer’s side and from her actions and the look upon her face it was clear she was a concubine of his.  Looking at the two of them, one might think there was genuine affection between them.  However, for all that truly knew Lucifer, his pride and ego prevented him from caring for anyone other than himself in a more than cursory way.

“Yes, mine Lord.  Of what do you wish from me.”  Ariel’s voice came out in a purr as she slinked up next to him.  Her lithe body pressed against his as she lightly seemed to pet him.  Brie felt her stomach turn and fought rising bile she felt watching the scene.  Another growl emanated from Cruz and those who knew him well knew what the slight vibration in the air and ground was from.

A devious smirk formed on Lucifer’s lips as he looked down into her eyes, with what appeared to all outsiders as affection.  “My darling one, it seems that our brethren Raguel believes he has found a loophole in our contract.  You see, as long as Brie is alive, we are unable to collect her soul.  What ever do you think we should do about this?”  Lucifer’s tone was slimy and as devious as the smile that now painted his face.  

The vibration in the room increased and Brie stepped down one stair to place her hand on Raguel’s shoulder, both for balance and to get his attention.  She knew her brother and if her mother answered in the way in which she anticipated, then there was about to be a reckoning that she doubted any in the room was prepared for.  As she whispered her suspicions into Raguel’s ear, her eyes met Olly’s and without one word he understood her thoughts.  Nodding solemnly, he used the opportunity of everyone else being focused on Lucifer and Ariel to communicate with the other three near him.

Areil’s lips spread in a bright and mischievous smile, “well then darling I do believe that she must die.”  A laugh escaped her then that seemed to stun even the Princes who were gathered near to them.  Leviathan’s face was now one to twist in rage as he realized he was not going to get the prize that he thought.

Lucifer turned his head to meet Cruz’s gaze in an act of defiance and challenge.  “You heard the lovely lady, gentlemen.  Kill the bitch.”  A chuckle fell from Lucifer’s lips before they twisted in an arrogant smile.  Ariel still stood beside him laughing.

The last syllable had barely fallen from his lips when the ground shook with a terrible force, plaster dust raining down from the ceiling from the force of it.  Lucifer and Ariel seemed unphased but the Princes began to look uncertain as they saw the Horsemen and Angels start to take offensive stances and grin.  Cruz threw his hands out to his sides, where they glowed like fire as the trembling increased.  Brie felt as if her very breath was being drawn from her body as her brother pulled not only on the power of the Divine but also on the fact that all Four Horsemen were in close proximity.  Her brother’s face was a mask of rage and hatred, a deep seated loathing that went to the core of his soul.

With his mother’s words, Cruz could no longer contain the rage that burned in his soul, the hatred that was slowly turning his heart black once more.  He would not fall to the Darkness in this moment as he had before.  His mother had turned from the Divine and for that she must face retribution.  That retribution would come at his hand.  He had been destined to be the Horseman of War and war was exactly what he would bring to bear now. 

The ground rumbled, the air swirled about the ballroom, and bolts of lightning pierced the ceiling.  Cruz was on the brink of insanity and none who were assembled were about to step in to stop what was coming.  It was unsure amongst them if there was one who could match his power and even Lucifer seemed taken aback by his grandson as Cruz descended towards where he and Ariel stood.

“Kill the bitch?  Is that your desire mother?”  The last word was rife with venom as his eyes seemed to be boring through the woman who stood at Lucifer’s side.  “I shall find it exceptionally gratifying to do such mother.” A grin spread across his face that could only be described in one word:  evil.

Upon the faces of the other three Horsemen and Raguel, a mask of confusion formed, Brie’s grip on the Angel tightening as she felt her knees about to give way.  Cruz’s words and demeanor seemed at odds with one another.  What ever could he be thinking and doing?  Raguel’s hand tightened about the hilt of his sword, the other Angels doing likewise with their own.  It did appear that Cruz had once again fallen and then could not allow him to harm his sister, even if it mean their own lives.

Grins of satisfaction broke across the faces of Lucifer and Ariel.  They had not anticipated that Cruz would be the one to do their bidding.  That he would be pleased both of them greatly.  To have the Horseman of War on their side and to own the soul of the Horseman of Death would give the powers of Darkness a great advantage that they had not anticipated, but were grateful for.

His eyes darkening, Cruz spread his arms wide, his swords manifesting in his grip from where they had been stored in his chambers at the manor house.  In the blink of an eye, he was before the gloating couple and his swords had cleanly removed Ariel’s head, covering his grandfather and himself in her black, tar-like blood.  Grinning at his grandfather, his deep voice boomed throughout the hall, “she did request that the bitch be killed.  I hast done so grandfather.”

[winderlylandchime]

Okay so i did explain to him that the uk version was the original and his comment to that was a very simple ‘not to be a bitch to the tea people but Brian is better’ and then I told him that Charlie Hunnam aka the hot guy from Sons of Anarchy was actually in it and i wish you could see his face! Literally jaw on the floor/wide eyed and he sat like that for a good minute. But that lead to him then going on a 5-10 minute rambling about how Charlie and Aiden worked together in the movie King Arthur so now Gale and Randy have to reunite as well. And i fully agree with him.

Listen, it’s been days since he found out about Gale being straight and he’s still shocked. We did watch the Prom episode and he literally paused on him and went ‘come on..he can’t…man’ he’s literally having a similar reaction as Mikey did to Hunter. It’s kinda funny ngl. As for his ‘i think’ moment, I honestly have no clue what Gale did to him. Our uncle did say to our mom that if this is how he comes to a certain type of realization that he will never let him live it down because my brother made fun of him for realizing he was gay due to young Hugh Grant. So i think out of everyone, my uncle is the only one who is actually hoping my brother had an awakening through Gale.

I have a love hate relationship with the proposal (my brother only has like 2% love for it, the rest is hate but whatever) but the ‘my prince’ thing started a fight in the house when we watched it. Cause to me it was a cute moment but for some reason is felt a little awkward to me. I think cause the whole thing felt out of character, idk how to explain it. But my brother while having an ‘awww’ type of reaction, swears that Brian would never and that the reason for Brian’s expression afterwards is because Gale was trying not to laugh. So his hatred for the proposal is insane.

As for the B99, both of us have seen in multiple times and he put it on last Saturday because he wanted to watch some comfort shows. And then on Wednesday we were watching the Halloween II episode and when the episode ended with Holt winning the heist that’s when my brother got a text from his friend about Andre. It was the worst timing ever. So for the past few days B99 is the only thing we’ve watched.

Btw our family has this tradition where for Christmas we give each other 3 presents. 2 that are good/useful and 1 that’s something random/weird/sometimes bad. And last year he gave me 2 different photos of himself as a present and the 3rd one was a box of condoms (that was his ‘bad gift cause lesbian ha ha and photos of him are always a good gift duuh’- this was his actual explanation). So I’m genuinely considering giving him your blog and the knowledge of the fandom/what i did :/ as the 3rd gift. I told my uncle and cousins and they all think this is a great idea, which leads me to believe its a bad idea BUT i guess we will find out. He does know fandom exists because he’s been watching edits but he doesn’t know about fics and tumblr. So I’m going to slowly let him him know this week. Wish me luck even though i think he’ll handle it okay…ish

UH YES GALE AND RANDY NEED TO REUNITE IN A FILM. Your brother is so wise about this.

I’m lmao literally about his reaction to Gale being straight is Mikey’s reaction to Hunter being straight. So he’s being half drag queen half Italian about the news.

Your uncle realized he was gay to a young Hugh Grant? I’m dyinggggg! My spouse came out to their parents in their bedroom which was papered floor to ceiling with magazine cutouts of Sandra Bullock. And I had Jennifer Anniston all over my room. I guess my point is, we all have the celebrity that makes us go Oh. Oh.

I do think Gale was trying not to laugh, I mean he really looks like he’s about to crack up. The for my prince line is the worst. And if I was Justin — well a lot of things if I was Justin, but I would say no on the basis of that line alone and make Brian go get assessed for a stroke or something.

I watched Halloween II the night I found out about Andre! I watch B99 every night as I’m falling asleep. ACAB and all that but it is my comfort show.

One year my in-laws did a white elephant gift exchange and my BIL thought we were all doing gag gifts so he got boxer briefs and socks printed with his face on them. My spouse “won” them and they’re now in our sock and underwear drawer. All this to say, I think your brother gets to learn about his tumblr fame for Christmas. This year is an in-laws year for Christmas (we alternate, my parents are still salty about 2020 being their year) so if you want to send me updates, I will welcome the distraction. I love my in-laws (and especially my niblings) but I am an only child and my parents are quiet and visiting my in-laws is 8 adults, 3 children, and one dog under one roof and no one is quiet and it is A LOT for me.

I think he’ll handle it okay. Just make sure he doesn’t let the fame go to his head.

Also, Brother Anon if you’re reading this because your sister revealed that she’s been sharing your reactions with the internet - HELLO! YOU ARE VERY POPULAR IN A TEENY TINY FANDOM ON TUMBLR WHICH IS A VERY PARTICULAR TYPE OF FAME.

[erigold13261]

I'm back at it at Krispy Kreme but this time I had something come to mind which involved what you said about Kliff and Tatiana in your last response about them going their separate ways after they sort things out with each other. This does involve some concepts from my OFA AU too so my mind is going all over for this one (don't mind me lol-)

Kliff and Tatiana have their own separate lives and have their own families, Kliff being with Artemis and eventually having their daughter and son (Orion and Prince Astral) and Tatiana being with Olive and their 3 daughters come along over the years (Titanium Qwartz, Sonya Fyra, and Rosie). Everything's all fine and dandy until the sudden reveal comes out of nowhere that Sonya (Tatiana's middle child/daughter) and Orion (Kliff's oldest and only daughter) are dating and these two lovebirds have no idea about their parents past history with each other which makes it even 10x more chaotic-

I'm sure the reaction from both Kliff and Tatiana would both be extremely shocked, while Artemis and Olive try everything they can to make sure their spouse doesn't do anything drastic. Asides from being shook, Kliff and Tatiana might also learn about all the shenanigans the girls have gotten into with their bandmates which include the following:

-Flooding an entire waterpark while shooting a music video (in which they got banned from going to afterwards)

-Causing a fire in the NSR Tower break room because Mason forgot to remove the aluminum foil covering his food in the microwave but thankfully it was put out quickly (and Danny made sure to remind Mason to remove any foil from that point forward before putting food in the microwave)

-Orion hacking into a satellite and having an album of Burning Constellation (the name of the band btw) being blasted throughout Vinyl City for 2 whole weeks until everyone got tired of it

-Holding a party when Titanium left town to take care of something at the NSR Tower which got out of hand and pictures got leaked to the internet (nobody got hurt but Titanium was very mad when she got back)

-Orion summoning Kul Fyra's guitar out of nowhere via her own dark magic, her bandmates are cool with it but it catches everyone else off guard since she somehow has it and is now playing it as her own instrument, plus she plays the most sick guitar rifts that no one else has been able to do in the history of rock (Sonya gave her the guitar because the band needed a guitarist and Orion was showing some skills via practice on her old guitar-)

And of course the one incident where the band accidentally blew up the Grand Qwasa and caused a blackout before getting into a 2 hour long police chase is the most famous out of all their chaotic mischief since they ended up getting arrested for that one- Titanium was the one to bail them out of jail and despite being at a "loss for words" she proceeded to yell at them on how reckless they had been for the next 30 minutes. (I'm certain Tatiana would be very upset about that one-)

So yeah Kliff and Tatiana end up getting back into contact with each other because of their daughters' relationship and probably end up breaking the news to the girls about their past history which they surprisingly take it well and understand. Bonus if during this conversation Prince Astral attempts to sneak out of the room quietly since he wants no part of this and ends up tripping and falling to the floor flat on his face which causes everyone to see the poor boy on the floor- Rosie also shows up and is a very confused bean but Titanium manages to convince her little sister to wait until everyone is finished talking with each other.

Sorry if this is a bit lengthy I let the brain rot take over for this ask- But I hope you get a good laugh out of this silly concept of Kliff and Tatiana meeting once again due to the circumstances of their daughters being together.

H-how did Tatiana and Kliff not know all this about their kids yet!? Those two need to stop kissing their SOs and keep better eyes on their kids! /j

Also, I know this was meant for the FRAU Re-revolution timeline, but all I can think about is Orion just magically stealing the guitar from Mayday while she is performing lol

Anyway, yeah I do find that pretty funny that they cross paths again. I'm assuming they would have just because of Olive and Artemis, but I guess their spouses knew not to bring them to the same place when hanging out with each other.

It make me think a lot of Romeo and Juliet with the star-crossed lovers, except of everyone dying at the end they get a nice happy ending!

I can definitely see a few scare moments with FRAU Tatiana might having yelled or lost her anger for a moment after the reveal, but she just looks at Olive which calms her down and then they have their little chat or whatever.

Also, again, these kids (teens?) need to be watched so much better! THEY FLOODED A WHOLE WATERPARK! FOR A VIDEO!!! omfg XD

[forgaeven1]

harwin survived au. a verse i should probably have written up ages ago, but i just didn't, so here we are, rectifying that mistake. so, in his survival AU, harwin was sent away ( or rather, he was taken away, wasn't he ) as per what happened in canon, except of course, he managed to escape the fire — lord lyonel strong did not. the ceiling already collapsed on him before harwin had even managed to get there. harwin suffered some burns on his arms, and at the back of his legs, when he was dragged ( and then later helped his men ) escape.

harrenhal burns for two days, killing nearly more than half the occupant and staff who was living inside of it. everything that happened after that was quick: funerals, massive relief effort, harwin attempting to mechanically help people and everyone beginning him to address him with his father's title which he was lowkey disassociating from. two days after having escaped, harwin's wounds develop an infection — leaving him to be on bedrest for nearly a week with fever. everyone thought he wouldn't have made it; he did.

his ascension as lord was held a few days after that. the affair was quick, unceremonious, with small company — while harwin broods, even when he tries to be optimistic about it, because it meant that he'd known there were very little reason to return to king's landing.

true to his words, letters with larys affirmed that he could not risk coming back. the king is angry, after all, he wrote that one time. the queen is still so upset. in another, you are no longer the lord commander of the city watch, brother. what use would your return serve ? your duty awaits you in our family's great castle. and then, worry not about the princes. they are safe. i heard the princess is wed to her uncle in dragonstone**. he is a foul-tempered prince, the rogue one, but surely even he would know better than to harm the young princes.

with that, five years have passed, harwin have long settled into his lordly role and duties. those who know him now would describe lord strong as a solemn man, slow to smiling. he is not so politically keen nor deceptively charming as his father had been, though he honours his words well, and he listens to his advisors with calm judgement. harwin strong never wed, and had strongly rejected any offers of marriages which came at harrenhal's door.

with king viserys' passing, and the kingdoms divided in two, harwin receives a letter to swear fealty to the rightful queen, queen rhaenyra targaryen, in dragonstone. he accepts the invitation, and immediately sets his journey to his important ( beloved ) past.

** this detail isn't set in stones btw. so yes, this differs with each interpretation my respective writing partner(s) prefers.

please don't reblog !!

[4dtk]

heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.

[pomegranates-and-blood]

Warmth (500 Celebration)

500 Celebration Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Prompt: From the Quotes category: “Winter’s only pretty when you’re warm.”

Word Count: 4477 (😬)

Warnings: Ivar’s inner thoughts, so by extension his self-esteem issues; some implied and not-so-implied ableism; the beginning of this is a little heavy on its focus on Ivar’s mobility through Kattegat (but that’s not the focus of the drabble); a shyer, softer, sulkier Ivar I suppose; Ivar being a tad obsessive; this fucker is Pining™; and this is probably very OOC, I’m rusty, sorry.

A/N: Btw, timeline-wise this is a different Ivar than I usually write, like before/around the time of Ragnar’s return, so take that into account.

I know I’ve been away for a while, and I don’t yet know when -or even if- I’ll be back, but I wanted to get this done today since it’s the birthday of the wonderful @youbloodymadgenius​​, and she deserves all the love and all the Ivar (especially soft Ivar 😉)! So, I wanted this to be a little hopefully not too late and not too awful birthday present! Thank you for being the incredible person you are, for all your support, and for blessing us with your brilliant writing, I honestly cannot imagine this fandom without you! I wish you all the best, Cat! I hope you had a great day, and that you like this little gift 😘

Ivar often avoids coming to this part of Kattegat at this time, always too crowded and too loud, too lively, for him to feel comfortable moving about, for him to be able to ignore that always-prodding sensation of their eyes on him, for him not to feel this dawning and bitter shame at having them able to see him.

And it is even rarer that he takes this path, because while it is a much more direct way to get to the center of the market, the narrow and sinuous streets make it harder to avoid the brushing of people’s legs against him or the occasional shove as he crawls in between the hurried merchants and thralls.

But he had no choice today, he left the longhouse later than he usually does to avoid his brothers -who had taken the cold morning as an excuse to linger longer in their home-, lest Ubbe gets any ideas about asking where Ivar has been going almost every day as of late, or Sigurd spits some jab that actually gets to Ivar and sours his mood further; and so he has to bear the dirtier streets and harder passage to make it on time.

It is much easier to move through Kattegat’s streets when he has someone else beside him, Ivar is strikingly aware of that, even more so now that his teeth grit and anger blares within him when someone stumbles over his bound legs. When Ubbe is walking with him, or Hvitserk, neither has any qualms about grunting orders that people move out of the way; and when his mother is, people seem to move out of the way as if compelled by her presence alone.

But when it is just him, they don’t even think twice about walking past him, they don’t seem to care about stepping on his hand or stumbling on his useless legs as this idiot did. And the realization of how invisible he continues to be, even when their eyes are always on him, lingering, studying, pitying, dawns on him each time he ventures out on his own, as if there’s some part of him that thinks anything will change.

Ivar offers only a few grunted words at the man that says something as he straightens so as not to fall, not caring if it is an apology or a curse that he spouts, refusing to even look at him as he continues crawling.

As always, the small incident lingers on his mind, and he is once again pulled between doing something, anything, so that they are forced to notice him, so that they cannot ignore him; and keeping his mouth shut, keeping his temper in check, and hoping that by not bringing attention to himself he can be one more in the crowd, not the cripple they step over or the prince they ought to fear, but just one more man going to the market.

And, swallowing down the irritation, the intrusive thoughts that taunt him -much in the cadence of Sigurd’s voice- about how pathetic it is to hope for such things, Ivar stays quiet, continuing his path to the spot where he knows he’ll see you.

All of this would be much easier if you enjoyed venturing into the woods or lingering by the riverbank, Ivar would much rather crawl through the moss and roots of the forests near Kattegat or the coarse sand of the shore than spend another moment surrounded by all these people; but no, you have made visiting the market a part of your almost-daily routine a while ago, and he doubts it will change anytime soon, especially as winter settles upon Kattegat.

He hears you before he sees you, your voice distinct amongst the loud crowd of the market as you praise the design on a belt he cannot see from where he is just yet.

Before he realizes, Ivar is forcing his body to move more quickly, excitement bubbling somewhere in his chest at the possibility of seeing you, at the reassurance that he wasn’t too late, despite everything.

Arms straining under the effort, he moves himself behind one of the painted stones that adorn the main market. Resting his elbows on the stone, he leans over to be able to see the bubbling streets, eyes searching for you and finding you by one of the furthest stalls.

While he usually prefers to ignore it, Ivar knows it isn’t normal to do this, it isn’t normal to chase after moments of your routine where he can insert himself, it isn’t normal to let a woman he never talks to invade his thoughts like this. He knows, but…he has never felt as he did that one time he got to be close to you, and while this isn’t quite the same, just getting to see you lets him feel some of that residual warmth, some vestige of what you seem to carry with you wherever you go.

The days where he gets to see you, even if it is from afar, the days where he gets to hear your voice or hear you laugh, are just…better. The cold of winter isn’t quite as biting when he has the memory of you, it doesn’t dare seep into his bones so cruelly when he moves with the expectation to see you again.

And quietly, in pathetic fantasies he barely admits to himself most of the time, he imagines that eventually, one of these days he will have it in him to approach you, to talk to you, and you will look at him in the way he hopes you could, and perhaps there could be more to wanting you than this.

“It must have taken quite a while to engrave this.” You are telling the vendor, a question even if you don’t voice it as one. The man nods with a smile, pointing to a specific part of the belt you hold and murmuring words Ivar doesn’t care to pay attention to.

Ivar has the errant realization that if he hadn’t spent the last of his coin on the most recent -and failed- attempt at some support for his legs that could let him stand, he perhaps could buy this for you.

He knows your family is doing well, he still remembers the dress and jewels you wore on the day you two met during last Jól’s celebrations and knows that anything this market can offer pales in comparison, but there’s a part of him, however stupid, that wishes he could buy you gifts, like normal men do for the women they are pursuing.

Then again, you would never know it was him that bought it for you, Ivar is honest enough with himself to admit that he would go to great lengths to make sure it remained a secret it was him. He’d rather allow himself the doubt of what your reaction to his interest would be, than try to get any certainty and face your scorn, or ridicule.

That is how it has always been, that has always been what he has preferred. Which is why, even after all this time, he keeps to himself, he keeps his distance. Though, it feels harder and harder to accomplish as the days go by, and his fascination with you only grows.

It has been almost a year since he met you, yet there is scarcely a day where you don’t cross his mind, and as months have gone by, not many days go by in between the times he makes sure he gets to see you.

And while quite some time has passed since that first meeting, it is still a memory he never could -nor wanted- to get rid of.

He had been sitting somewhere close to one of the hearths but as far from the bulk of the crowd as he could manage, bound legs set up close to the fire in an attempt to stave off the creeping cold that made his bones strain under a dull ache, when he first heard your voice. Your laugh, to be more precise.

You were laughing your protest as a girl of rosy cheeks and wide smile tried dragging you to the center of the main hall to keep dancing with her, and Ivar wasn’t really paying attention to either of you, not until you stumbled backwards to sit right beside him, wrenching your hands from your friend’s grip.

He doesn’t quite remember what words you exchanged with her, but he knows she had tried telling you that a night of festivity was not one to spend alone in an attempt to entice you to keep dancing, and he remembers how you hesitated only for a moment before your eyes set on him.

And he doesn’t think he will ever forget how it felt to be granted a smile as wide and warm as the one you offered then, chasing off the chill of winter with nothing but a curve of your lips.

I am not alone, you had told the girl, eyes lingering on the encounter with his for a breath too long before you turned to her, I have a friend here to keep me company.

He had felt flare up within him that pull to be guarded, and for a moment he had given in to that instinct to search for mockery, but you were still offering such a sweet smile that he remained silent, almost believing you.

And he should have. Believed you, that is. He should have trusted that you were being honest.

He regrets that he didn’t, he wishes he hadn’t hesitated for so long to accept the tentative conversation you had decided to start, he resents his body for tensing up against his will when you decided to sit closer; even if it cost him nothing but a few moments and the phantom warmth of more closeness to you, he still regrets it.

Because you did find company with him, that night. You sat beside him and talked until the sun threatened to rise, you stayed by his side and offered that warmth -that he learned that first night went beyond that smile that first ensnared him- that he hasn’t quite learned to let go of just yet until the last of the revelers had left the longhouse. That night, you told him your name and he told you his, he made you laugh and the warmth that filled his chest when he found himself as the reason behind that sound didn’t leave for a while, and when you made him chuckle you blurted out that he had a pretty smile and made his heart stutter its beat.

He still remembers all of it, he remembers because for one night what he was or wasn’t didn’t matter, for one night he was just a man, sitting beside a beautiful woman and somehow enough to have her smile his way.

He didn’t see you often after that night, not at the beginning. It was the last night of the festivities, after all, and he had no excuse to go find you. Perhaps he did, but it didn’t matter, because what is true now was true then: he’d rather keep his distance, keep his uncertainties -and the tentative fantasies that the uncertainty lets blossom in his mind-, instead of facing the truth and being forced to realize that that night meant nothing, or worse, that once you realized who it was you had spent your time with, that night meant a mistake to you.

But eventually, almost without realizing, Ivar found himself lingering by the market stalls where he had caught a glimpse of you one morning, or watching from afar as you walked arm-in-arm with some girl by the edge of the shoreline. And because he is nothing if not observant, quickly he made out what your routine consisted of, and managed to find himself nearby whenever he could, if only to get a glimpse of you.

“Ivar!” A voice calls, wrenching him away from his thoughts with startling violence. He has the errant impulse to show his irritation at how easily he let himself be ordered back to the present, but he finds himself on the other end of your gaze, and stays silent. Looking at you with wide eyes, he can only wait to hear you speak again, not really certain that he hasn’t imagined you calling his name. You step closer, saying, “I…I was wondering if you were well, I-…you haven’t been around in a while.”

His thoughts stumble over each other, jumbled and erratic, but it lingers in his mind the tentative realization that you remembered his name. It has almost been a year, and yet you remembered his name, you remembered him.

But before the pathetic hope can take root, Ivar reminds himself that he is many things, but he isn’t someone easily mistakeable with someone else. In Kattegat, everyone knows who he is, and he can’t decide if that is a curse or a blessing, but they know he is Ivar the Boneless, the crippled son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Of course you know who he is, of course you know his name.

And he also cannot help but linger, more importantly maybe, in the fact that you not only were aware of his presence here in the market at the same time as you, but also paid enough attention to notice his absence. And…he isn’t sure what to make of it, what he is supposed to think.

In the back of his mind, a voice likening your eyes to all the eyes he feels on him as he moves about Kattegat gets louder and louder, until the familiar tinge of irritation and that strange shame seep into his thoughts, and it is impossible to ignore it.

He knows that being bothered by the possibility of you watching him is hypocritical of him, he knows. Still, he must ask,

“You noticed?”

You seem to hesitate before answering, absently toying with the strings of your belt, “Uhm, yes. I see you often here, and I…I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

He has no intention of telling you what it was that kept him from venturing to see you in the market these past couple of weeks, because he might not be able to hide from you that he is a cripple, he might not be able to make you see anything more than that; but he can keep you from looking upon him with pity, with disgust, or at least he can try, and so he refuses to share tales of broken bones and days of unending pain.

Instead, he tells you, perhaps more gruffly than he intended,

“I’m fine.”

“I’m glad,” You reply quickly, with a fleeting smile. Ivar realizes he ought to say something if he wants to keep you from leaving, he knows the silence is continuing for too long now. And he wishes he could find something to say, he tries recalling your last meeting to find something, but here all their eyes are on him, here he is so uncomfortably exposed, and he has nothing to say, he no longer has it in him to say something that can make you smile. Thankfully, before he can say anything -or let the silence linger for any longer-, you look back at the market around you and start, “The night we met you told me you enjoyed watching people go about. Is that why you’re here?”

That isn’t exactly true, at least not now, not here, not for him. Ivar enjoys watching people, he entertains himself when he can keep himself as an observant of the world around him, but here, now, he can’t quite do that. Being here now, from the path he had to take to get here to being the one that gets to have your attention, means that while he might be able to watch them, they can definitely watch him. And it unsettles him in a way he cannot put into words.

But, still he concedes, and offers truth regardless, “Most people ignore me. When people forget that you are even there, they give away secrets very easily.”

And the dry humor, or the attempt at it anyhow, manages to get a chuckle out of you, and the pride that fills his chest at the sight is unexpected, but not unwelcome. He is the reason behind that smile, behind that warmth, at least for now.

“It is only their fault if you share those secrets, is it not?” You prompt, an edge of mirth in your tone that Ivar finds himself smiling to without even realizing.

Refusing to let this end just yet, Ivar gestures with a hand, inviting you to join him. To his surprise, you do, gathering a fistful of your dress as you sit down on the stone he is resting on.

Ivar isn’t sure what to do, resisting the pointless urge to fidget, to do something with his hands. He chooses instead to watch as you carefully smooth the skirt of your dress, and just because he refuses to let this stupid tension get the better of him, when you return your gaze to him, he doesn’t let his eyes look away from yours as they usually do.

And just as you did then, you and that stubborn warmth, you and that disarming gentleness, make him feel at ease almost without him realizing; and before long you are exchanging truths of your own in between the observations and secrets of the people around you.

“Jól is approaching,” He starts after a while, interrupting the comfortable silence that had settled as you both watched people go about their days, ignoring the both of you. He truly hopes what had been a plan formulating in his head for a few weeks now isn’t too apparent when he continues, “Will I…will I see you during this year’s celebrations?”

Your smile widens, softens, and it is only then, with that warmth shining in your eyes and that sweet curve of your smile, that Ivar realizes he had been missing this exact feeling since the first night he met you, this strange tightness in his chest, this nervousness making his heart quicken.

“I wouldn’t dare miss them,” For a moment he believes there is something more to your words, and almost dares hope that you are saying what he wants to hear, but he refuses to let his stupid heart do this to him. A little more wistful, you continue, “Ever since my father brought us to Kattegat, the winter festivities have been my favorite.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Winter here is…beautiful.”

To him it is the opposite of that, to him winter means aches in his legs that no hearths or furs can chase away, means fingers stiff and aching from the cold after crawling outside for too long, means Sigurd having no choice but to spend more time inside and thus finding every opportunity to make Ivar’s mood even worse. There is nothing beautiful about winter.

But he looks back at you, at the glint in your eye and the expectant edge to your smile, and he gathers winter ought to be all that when someone is as warm as you. Perhaps you barely feel the cold of it, perhaps you scarcely notice the cruelty of it.

“To you, maybe.” He quips, and even to his own ears it sounds bitter, but you still smile.

“I could attempt to change your mind, but even I must admit there is not much beautiful about today’s cold,” You concede with a scoff, seeming to hesitate only for a moment before you stand up. “I should-…”

“Can I see you again?” He blurts before he can let his thoughts tangle themselves further, breath caught in his throat as he awaits an answer, a bitter restlessness taking a hold of him as he awaits what he is certain will be rejection.

The breath you seem to take as you consider his question seems to last an eternity, seems to make time move painfully slowly for that faint moment where Ivar faces nothing but uncertainty.

But you smile, and every moment that dragged by seems to rush to meet the present, threatening to knock the breath out of him and making his heart speed up as if to make up for the time where it beat more slowly, expectant.

“I’d love to,” You reply, and this time when you smile, he dares smile back. “Perhaps somewhere warmer, no?”

____

Even as time passes by it, Kattegat refuses to change, that is something the last two years have taught Ivar.

He and his brothers, alongside the Great Army, have spent almost the entirety of these two years away from Kattegat, from what once was home. The first winter, too caught up in their rush to hold their advantage in Christian land in their quest to avenge their father, and the second, unwilling to risk losing any ground and choosing instead to stay with the army during the colder months to strengthen their hold in York and Repton.

But now they are back, and though he will admit their mother’s threats of what ought to happen if they continue to avoid returning to her for at least a season are part of the reason they have returned, there is also something like nostalgia clouding his brothers’ eyes, making them miss what they consider home.

Well, not all of his brothers. Surprisingly enough, it is with Sigurd that Ivar finds he has the most in common right now, both of them having accepted that Kattegat, in its stubborn refusal to accept the pass of time, in its unwavering permanence, has long since stopped being home.

Nothing changes in Kattegat, not really. If he’s honest with himself, Ivar has to admit that is part of the reason he has delayed his return to the town that saw him be born. A part of him held this irrational, pathetic fear that, somehow, all that he has earned for himself would be taken from him upon his return, that everything that has changed would reveal itself to be a mirage once he let Kattegat have him within its grasp.

He has since then accepted that such fears were pointless paranoia, but still in his mind lingers the feeling that, for better or worse, especially now as the Jól celebrations go on around him as they did when he was younger, nothing changes in Kattegat.

He catches sight of you across the room, sees you standing by the side doors of the main hall, looking out into the cold winter night; and before he realizes he is doing it, he is walking towards you.

His steps aren’t exactly silent, so he isn’t surprised that you turn around to face him, but still he stops, just for a breath, to look at you.

Ivar, once again in the position of being the distant observer, finds that perhaps it is not only Kattegat that refuses to change alongside time, perhaps he does as well.

Because it is barely a moment, barely a glimpse of you in the warm light of the fires, watching the shadows of the flames trace over your skin, and all the years and the wars and the changes mean nothing. Barely a moment, and he is once again a boy, looking at you across the distance that separates you, breath hitching when your eyes find his, once again half-awed and half-hopeful as you offer him a warm smile.

He watches you make your way to him, and in those moments, in those moments of baited breath as he watches you come closer and closer, he forgets. He forgets that it is his ring on your finger, he forgets that if he pulls down the neckline of your dress his marks can be seen littering your chest, he forgets that there’s still the remnant of your taste on his lips from the last kiss you shared, he forgets.

He watches you approach, and a nervous sort of thrill runs down his spine, and his thoughts chase themselves in circles and his tongue feels tied with no blame to be assigned to mead; and he has to force himself not to look away.

When you are close enough, you reach for him, and without thinking twice Ivar gives you his hand, feeling his lips curve into a smile as you intertwine your fingers with his.

“One more season spent in Kattegat,” You murmur quietly, accepting the tug of his hand and coming closer until your head is resting on his chest. Sighing as you burrow against him, you add in a mumble, “Winter is still beautiful here.”

With you safe and solid in his arms now, and the memory of that first night still fresh on his mind, the warmth of you and your love making it hard to remember any winter where the cold dared reach him; Ivar is almost inclined to agree.

“During Jól, perhaps,” Is all he concedes instead. You accept his words with a shrug, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye, letting go of his hand in exchange for holding onto his sides when Ivar leans closer to whisper by your ear, “They say that a night of celebration isn’t one to spend alone, you know.”

You lift your brows, offering a quiet hum in question as you press closer, your arms draped over his shoulders, one hand idly trailing over the back of his neck. Ivar doesn’t bother hiding the want to feel you closer, and brings his free hand to your hip and holds you against him, lowering his head so he can taste your kiss.

Your lips are soft against his, the faint taste of mead sweetening your kiss. Ivar sighs against your lips, leaning even closer to you, but keeping the kiss slow, purposeful, even as you part your lips for his tongue to venture into your mouth.

The barely-there tightening of your hold on the back of his neck makes a shiver run down his spine, the edges of his mind dull into something softer, something that lets him think only of you.

You pull back first, but the evidence of his kiss is still upon your lips, is still quickening your breath. Ivar licks his own lips, chasing the phantom taste of you, before pressing his brow against yours, letting his eyes fall closed.

“But I am not alone. I have you to keep me company, do I not?” You tease, a sweetness in your tone that Ivar has always been weak against, and so he leans to capture your mouth again, if only to taste that sweetness of your voice against his own lips.

Thank you for reading! It has been quite a long time since I’ve written anything for Ivar, I feel very rusty when it comes to all of this, especially characterization, so I am truly sorry if this isn’t any good.

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[snickerdoodlles]

stardust au for the wip ask game!! its one of my favourite movies and i love your writing, so im very curious to your spin of it

can you believe i tried to scroll back nearly two months of DMs while also messaging jemmo to find this AU's convo before i remembered that i copied it all into the doc sitting in my drive folder?? brilliant, i am not

but okie dokie so!! stardust AU! it's a bit of a hot mess rn ngl--i have a lot of the story's start figured out, but im still working out where it's going to go. as a quick note, my current name claim for Pat and Paa's mother is Nam. anyways, we begin here:

Many would say this story begins in the far past, quite possibly all the way back to when their country’s ancestors decided blood should not be the only consideration when choosing a ruler. They’d tell you all the ways the rules to choosing a new king were refined, the ways people have always tried to lie and cheat their way to the throne. Maybe they’d even tell you how fallen stars are a blessing or a curse, depending on a point of view, for even things as grand as the night heavens are relevant to this tale.

But for Pat, everything began here: his childhood, coloured gold and warm, his sister in their father’s lap and him tucked against his side as he set aside his crown and tells them a story.

we're playing hot and fast with worldbuilding atm, but in this version, the rival prince thing is not between the sons of one king, but rather the ruler chooses a successor that they think will suit the country best from a group of candidates. a lot of candidates do mostly come from noble houses because resources and biases and other such annoyances, but there was that one time the mad king sent out burnt seeds and chose the person who made it grow best

and in Ming's case, he became king because when a star fell almost twenty-five years ago, he was the one who found the star and consumed its heart. the king was impressed by his decisiveness and given that Ming was already a favourable candidate for the throne, a king with a star's protection against harm pushed him to the top

well. one little problem.

Ming never ate a star's heart.

in fact, Paa's been secretly living as his daughter and Pat's little sister ever since she fell and Ming and Nam scooped her up. so when, at the start of this whole story, the assassination attempt against him works, suddenly everyone's questioning just what the hell this guy's been playing at for all these years. if he didn't eat the star's heart over twenty years ago, did someone else take it, or is the star still out there?

the main story begins with Nam waking up Pat and Paa in the middle of the night with the dire warning "your father is dead, you need to leave, now." Pat's already pretty worried, but then his mother also hugs him, fresh tears in her eyes, and says "I'm so sorry, my son, i've failed you. i never should have let your father become king, or let him die like this." Pat tries to ask her what the fuck that's supposed to mean, but then Nam's back to business sneaking him and Paa out of the castle (“who do you, completely and absolutely, would stake your sisters life on it, trust?” “Ink” “good, you have someone. convince her to go with you, Paa’s life depends on it”). she and Korn get the two siblings out of the castle within the hour, Pat and Paa scoop up Ink on their way out, and two days later Pran pops up to smack Pat upside the head because "you need to cover your tracks better idiot!!"

so the four of them are gallivanting across the countryside, where they eventually get scooped up by Chai (Chai's the Captain Shakespeare equivalent in this AU btws). and in amongst their various adventures there, Chai's accidentally going to say that he's glad Ming never killed the star like he planned to in Pat's hearing vicinity, and Pat's "wait, what" startles about 20 years off of Chai's life because fucking shit, he did not ever want Pat to know this

Chai: ah, sorry. I shouldn’t say more Pat: no, please tell me Chai: the man is dead Pat, what good will me telling you things now do? Pat: it’s precisely because he’s dead that I’m asking you. Chai, please. all I ever hear now is how my father was a liar and a cheater. that’s all I ever will hear about him now, I won’t get any truth from listening to rumours from strangers who didn’t know him. but I’ll be dishonouring his memory if what I know is a lie. please (and what goes unsaid by both of them is that Nam is the one he should truly be talking to, but he doesn’t even know if he’ll ever see her alive again)

see, for Pat, he's always known his father had lied about consuming the heart of a star. he and Paa's favourite stories as children always revolved around a trickster lying to protect something smaller and more precious than them, just like their Papa does for Paa. for weeks, Pat's been living with people whispering vile things about his dead father, someone who he dearly loves and respects even when he's gone, and the knowledge that his father was only what the rumours say he was to protect his sister from someone else's greed has been a huge source of strength for him.

but then he learns that that's not the case at all. that Ming could have very well scooped up Paa with the full intention of killing her. Nam was the one who planned to save Paa, the one to come up with the plans to hide Paa's identity. the ruse where Ming claimed to have eaten the star's heart started with Ming, but it's unclear if that was a compromise or him working angles. either way though, it was never the selfless, caring act Pat believed it was. when his mother said she failed him, she meant this--not recognising that Ming's genuine offer to help was also a power grab until it was too late, not until after she and her children were trapped in it. Ming loved his family, all three of them, and he did try to protect and provide for his wife and children. but he never truly considered all possible options, or what might be best for them, not if it meant that he'd have to sacrifice. Ming tried to keep his family safe, but he could’ve done so much more had he given up his pride

it hurts, but it hurts more when he goes to tell Paa. Paa's emotions on their father is a lot more tricky--there's a lot more cognitive dissonance. she was so young and confused when she fell. she recognized that Ming was using her in some capacity, but he was also one of the kind people that helped her and cared for her and swung her up on his shoulders when they walked through the gardens and made her laugh until her belly ached

When Pat tells her, Paa mostly just curls in on herself. "I think, on some level, I always knew that I was a tool for him," she says quietly. "Just like how you were a tool for him as well."

"I wasn't--" Pat begins to protest.

"He loved us," Paa interrupts, not in disagreement. "But I was his way to succeed in this lifetime, then you were there to carry on his legacy." Paa hugs her knees closer. "Even when he thought of us, he was thinking of himself. We couldn't ever be just his kids.

"I knew this Hia. I think I always did." Paa curls in on herself smaller.

"So why does it hurt so much?"

tbd on how this growing monster ends, but there's a loooooot of Jindapat (not you Ming) love in it. i think the only thing i have jotted down for the end is that Pat gets a chance to go to Ming's grave and let out a lot of his feelings about everything. he loves his father, he's so grief stricken that he's dead, and the most selfish thing the man ever did was die and leave the mess to his family to clean up, and Pat deserves to yell at him for that

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[mysoftboybensolo]

The Princess and the Miller

A/N: In honor of @monsieurbruhl​ reaching 1,000 followers as well because I can’t stop thinking about her post, I decided to make a Tonda one-shot. It deviates a little from the original post, but I hope you all still like it. BTW I haven’t read the book or seen the movie, but after reading up on it, I am going to go with an alternate version of this world. Hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Tonda x Fem!Reader. No use of Y/N.

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Angst, Fluffy Smut, Happy Ending.

You had always been told that when you turned 21, you’d marry a prince. It was a marriage arranged since your infancy, you hadn’t met your betrothed and yet you were in a carriage on your way to his kingdom to marry him. You tried your best to find the best in the situation, tried to get some semblance of an idea of who the man you’d soon call husband, but all you got were very generic answers. He’s speaks several languages, plays many instruments, charming, handsome. But no one told you whether he was kind, generous, or good. Your eyes fell on the greenery whirling past your carriage as you felt your nerves grow.

Silently, you prayed that the prince you’d soon be married to would be kind, that you could learn to love the man and try to have a happy life. Your prayers quickly stopped as suddenly, the carriage had rocked and jumped wildly and then before you knew it, the carriage tipped over and things went black. A pounding in your head was the first thing you clearly knew before your eyes managed to open and focus enough to see the destruction before you. The coachman that was riding with you was trapped beneath the carriage and you could hear the soft whimpering of pain. You stand, though your leg was in great pain, and despite your own weaken state, you tried to help by pushing against the carriage, but to no avail. You looked around and noticed smoke in the sky. Someone lived by, they will help.

Running towards the direction, you press on, despite your own body aching, your head swimming with light headedness, because you had to help. Tired, but you managed to reach a mill, and saw a figure whose back was turned from you. “Excuse me,” your voice low and hoarse. The figure doesn’t hear at first and continues with his work, so you move forward, your body leaning against a pile of wood, which you knock down on accident.

The figure whipped his head around and at first seemed ready to fight but seeing you, blood dripping from your head, your weaken state, made him soften. “Please help,” you manage before passing out.

The next thing you knew, you wake up in a bed, your head bandaged, your leg in a splint and the pain subsided a bit and everything started to slowly come back to you. You try to get up from bed only to be hushed and pushed back gently. “No, don’t get up.”

It’s then do you take a look at your rescuer. He was older than you, can’t be no more than ten years older, but his wavy brown hair which he tied back, to his warm brown eyes and friendly smile made him seem boyish. “The coachman,” you say suddenly, “My carriage had crashed, he needs help,” you say, trying once again to get up.

“Alright,” he says, once again gently, pushing you back down, “I’ll go and see. In which direction did you come from?” You tell him to the best of your knowledge, but your head hurts so much, and you feel as if you want to cry. He offers you a small wooden bowl and brings it to your lips. “Drink. It’ll help with the pain.”

You do as your told, what else did you have to lose? Once he makes sure you drank all of it, he settles you back down and goes to find the carriage. Laying there, you wait and the pain in your head fades, allowing you the chance to wonder what will happen now; will your betrothed start to get worried if you are not there by tomorrow and have a search party sent for you? Will your father when he doesn’t receive word from you? Quite a bit of time goes by before you realize that the man returns, and his face is grave.

“I am sorry miss, but the coachman is dead. He died before I found the carriage.” His brown eyes grow tender with remorse and silently offers sympathy.

You cry, not only because the coachman was a good man you knew growing up, but because you felt completely and utterly alone. How you wished you were home now, wished you never left to be engaged, wished you were with your family now. The man does not say anything to you for a long time, leaves the cottage with a shovel in hand, and you knew what he was going to do. His absence allows you time to grieve, time to accept the situation, and when he returns, he still gives you space, waiting for you to speak first. He tells you he had buried the coachman, but you don’t feel like you could respond without crying, so you remain silent. When you do speak first, it is late in the night before he decides to retire to sleep. 

“What is your name?”

“Tonda.”

“Thank you, Tonda.”

Crying yourself to sleep, you wake and it takes you some time to realize where you are but are quickly comforted by the sight of those same soft brown eyes, sitting by the fire, stirring the pot. “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

“Well enough, I suppose.” He gets up to bring you some porridge, gesturing for you to eat. “Where am I?”

“In my mill, just on the outskirts of Schwarzkollm, a small village, simple, but good. Where were you heading off to, maybe I know a way to get there.” You thought to not tell him the whole truth, withhold your being a princess, but looking into his eyes, you feel as if you can utterly trust him with anything. So, you explain that you were on your way to be married, that your betrothed was expecting you any day and must be worried. He took your being a princess well and instead of acting like everyone else who fell to their knees and dare not look at you, he continued to look at you, like you were an actual human being, not a symbol as your father once described you. “I know the kingdom, it’s a half a day’s ride from here. I’ll take you there as soon as I am sure you are feeling better.”

“Oh, thank you, Tonda! Thank you!” You clasp his hands into yours, a gesture of gratefulness, but somehow the touch made your cheeks grow warm. Perhaps it was because you realized that this was the first time you had been alone with a man that was not your father, perhaps it was because of how close both of your bodies were, or perhaps it was the look in Tonda’s eyes that made your stomach flutter like a million butterflies.

Word quickly spread that Tonda had a visitor in his mill, a young and pretty woman at it too, and people came to know the story, though you asked Tonda to not revel your true identity. Tonda was polite and kind enough to try to hold many of them back, certain it would overwhelm you, especially from the trauma you suffered the day before. But a few older women get by, offering food, clothing, and remedies to help you feel better, and you thank them graciously, knowing they mean well. You become grateful to be alone once again with Tonda, so you could have some peace.

He is gentle when he checks your bandages, cleans the wounds, and reapplies fresh wrappings. “You have only a small cut on your forehead, that’ll heal soon, but your ankle looks very bad,” he observes and you have to agree with him, what with it’s dark purple bruises and deep cuts that even grazing it caused great pains. “Stay off it for as long as you can; the longer you stay still, the quicker it’ll heal.”

You stay in bed, applying ointments and herbs that Tonda and the older women bring to you, while Tonda does his chores as well as trying to care for you. Feeling guilty, you offer to do little things to help, such as peel potatoes and mend clothes, little things you didn’t think mattered, but did mean so much to Tonda.

You wondered how you’d pay him back, especially since he was good enough to grab your trunk from the wreck and brought it to the mill. It wasn’t the clothes or the trinkets you cared about, but your books. Your father took great care to have you educated, to read and write, know your math and history. One day, Tonda noticed you reading and asked about it. “Oh it’s one of my favorites, but then again, I am partial to love stories. I’m almost done with it, you can read it after if you like.”

His cheeks grew red. “Oh, that’s kind of you, but-”

“But what?”

He looks down then admits, “I can’t read.”

You look at him surprised, such a capable and bright man stood before you, and he didn’t know how to read! “Well, how about this? As a way to repay you, I can teach you to read and write in the evenings, and whatever else you’d like to learn. What do you say?”

At first, Tonda tried to refuse, saying that there was no need to repay him, but after arguing that it would be good for him when he does business in the village, he at last accepts.  And so went your life for the next month. During the day, Tonda worked on the mill while you tried your best to help in bed, then in the evenings, you taught Tonda how to read and write. He was a quick learner and so proud of himself that you couldn’t help but to be proud as well.

In the time between, you both came to understand each other. Tonda proved to be a kind, gentle soul who loved animals and children, with a quick wit and a wonderful sense of humor. His father taught him to fight, which you were grateful to hear that he had little cause to use his skills, his mother taught him how to cook, which is why you were always asking for second helpings of his food. He told you how he was orphaned when he was quite young, and had lived on his own since, how while there were times he didn’t mind the peaceful quiet, he struggled with the solitude.

You told him how you understood what he meant, often feeling all alone in the big castle, how your being a middle child and not a boy, your worth was measured in how good of a wife you could one day be. You tell him of your apprehensions of your upcoming marriage, how small and insignificant you feel in this world, especially since there had not been any word on anyone trying to find you.

“No one is insignificant. We all have a reason, a purpose. Even a blade of grass has a purpose, for that blade of grass may very well be shelter to an ant, the nourishment an animal needs to live. You have your purpose, you may not yet know it now, but you will. You’ll mean something great to someone, and they’ll find they can’t live without you.”

Your heart thumps harshly against your chest, the look in his eyes, the tenderness in his voice all touched you so deeply, that you almost forgot to breathe. He turns away from you, looking as if he spoke something he shouldn’t.

The next day, you try to walk. The bruises have gone and the cuts have turned to faint scars, but it is still a little sore. Tonda stands by your side as you attempt to walk and with each attempt, you get further and further. While the sight of you getting better should have been a moment to celebrate, neither of you say the words, but both remember his promise. “I don’t think I am quite healed yet,” you speak before he does, “I think we ought to wait until I am able to walk completely, perhaps another week, just to be sure.” You are grateful when Tonda happily agrees and lets you remain with him.

A week turns to two, and those two turns to four. You learn from him how to work the mill, helping him more and more, going into the village with him, meeting the people properly. You don’t hear the whispers of the villagers, certain that you and Tonda were courting, but it’s perhaps better that you didn’t it would only make things complicated. And still, two months and no word, no sign of either kingdoms looking for you.

Eventually, you dare ask Tonda to take you to your betrothed kingdom. You just have to know what happened, why no one came for you, to let them know you were safe. A flash of pain shoot across his eyes, but being the honorable man he was, he hitched his horse and the two of you rode on. When you did reach the kingdom, you were surprised to see celebrating going on, ribbons everywhere, flower petals falling from the sky, cheers from the crowd.

“Excuse me, what is happening?” Tonda asked a passing villager.

“The prince is married!” said the villager, running off towards the castle.

You and Tonda stare at each other bewildered. Trumpets sound and you see, standing on the balcony is the prince you were to marry, and beside him, your sister, as his bride. The sight is like a stab in the heart, not because you had wanted to marry the prince, but because you knew the truth now. No one came for you because in their eyes, you were dispensable, if not you, another will easily take your place. 

The realization made you break down, sobbing as Tonda took you away, carried you even as you were so overcome with despair. He helps you back on the horse and together, he brings you back to his mill. The entire ride, you are sobbing into his back, holding on to him for dear life, your heart utterly broken. It’s dusk when you return to the mill, and ever the gentleman, Tonda helps you down from the horse and escorts you back in, making a fire when he sees you shiver. “I am so sorry, my princess,” he says at last softly, “They do not deserve you if they think you can be easily replaced like that.”

“I’m just,” you say low and brokenly, as you sit in the closest chair, “Not the blade of grass they needed it seems.”

He quickly kneels before you, taking your hands into his and makes you look into his eyes. “You are more than a blade of grass; you are the sky, the earth and the oceans. You are everything that makes life worth living for, and that prince and your father are fools to not realize that. You mean something great to me, always.”

You stare deep into his soft brown eyes and it hits you. Tonda, the man who rescued you, who cared for you, listened and taught you, you were in love with him. Yes, it was clear now, and the revelation helped to ease the heartbreak. Taking his face into your hands, you reached forward and kissed him. It was gentle at first, beautiful, something you had always read about in the romance stories and it made you both gasp when you parted.

You don’t know who prompted it, you feel as if it was you, but you can't be certain, but what you do know is that Tonda carried you to the bed, clothes stripped from the both of you and for the first time for either for you, you laid down together and carefully learned together these first throes of passion and love. His coarse hands were gentle on your skin, his lips everywhere as if he couldn’t dare part with you, his movements gentle and slow, not wanting to rush this breathtaking moment. He sighs and moans at the feeling of your soft hands running down the planes of his back, combing through his long wavy hair, the soft whimpering of your voice in his ear. 

“I love you,” his speaks desperately, lovingly, hopelessly, “I love you, love you, always.”

Hours later and you stare into the small fire as it slowly diminishes and Tonda curled behind you, sleeping. Today was a whirlwind of emotions, and yet, you couldn’t find it within yourself to feel guilty for how it ended. It stung to think your own father didn’t care, that to the world you were dead. In his sleep, Tonda pulled you closer and nuzzled himself closer to you, making you smile.

Well, you think, perhaps it’s better that the world thinks me dead, to earn this second chance to truly live. And live you did with your sweet miller, happily ever after, in fact.

Tagging those who I think would be interested: @monsieurbruhl​, @creme-bruhlee​, @bruehl​, @neonheart1244​, @justfangirlthingies​, @git-it-got-it-good​, @daniel-bruhhl​, @cazzyimagines​ 

[mokkemusic]

AidaIro’s au’s are really Nene’s stories

I want to share something I always thought about regarding AidaIro’s Hanako au’s (ghost hotel, hoto, playing cards etc) I was talking out my ideas with Cat and Hope and by doing so I have something cohesive to share.  

In my head I can actually imagine Nene being the one to come up with all these au’s cause she’s so creative and in her own fantasy world sometimes. She loves romantic things but also loves odd and dark things so I could see the au’s fitting that.

(That’s @thehopeelias​ art btw that she did for a Tiny Light cover/animatic we collabed together on here)

Monster Nursery

I think the other au’s are easier to see her come up with but I still think Nene would come up with the nursery one as well. Because it would be her desire to see Hanako as a teacher/researcher all grown up. And then she would just make it in the “unique way” Nene always does.

In some way she would want to see what the Yugi twins were like together grown up. And she added Kou to the story as well cause he’s their friend too. She wants to see them older and doing good things. But mostly she wants to make him into something he would be proud of and also see what the brothers would have been like together sharing that success, passion, and happiness.

Nene for this specific AU of Amane being a grown up researcher/teacher, she would be the child in this situation. Mitsuba is always a child, let’s be real. And the mokke... well the mokke are kinda like pet hamsters lol.

And because she loves monsters (like her veggie monsters) she’d want to make herself the coolest fire breathing monster of all of them.

She’d want to know Tsukasa more and how he would act as this adult who got to live out his dreams with his brother. Therefore she would attach herself to him just to bond with him more and see how he can be. How she can imagine him being.

In regards to Mitsuba, I think the only reason she put him in it is cause she’s never seen Mitsuba and Hanako interact and she would just be curious how Hanako would respond and be a father figure like Sensei/researcher to him. So that’s the reason for that.

The mokke were all that was left, she wants to see what Kou would be like caring for something. There’s no better reason for that one being just a mokke. Also Nene knows that he has a little sister he cares for, so taking care of the mokke is easy for him.

Ghost Hotel

The dark magical fantasies like Ghost hotel represents the desire she should be afraid of but secretly craves. Along with the obvious enticing mystery.

Royal (Playing Cards)

The Royal one is what she dreams of like having a prince riding a white horse. But does she really want that? Maybe she wants it a bit darker. A ruthless ruler that her country is at odds with or that is against the way she thinks a prince should be because she says she wants one thing but what she truly wants is a bit of a dark prince. A prince that can sweep her off her feet and rule the kingdom, protect her, and give her luxury in this all powerful fantasy.

Hanako of the Opera

The opera one represents mystery, wanting to know the man (the ghost) that she spends time with that no one knows about. At the same time still not knowing anything about him. At the same time he starts revealing little by little his past tragedy and judgment.

I think of this one line from phantom all of the time. I don’t know if I know if I got the wording exactly but he says something like:

“Why should I show compassion? The world has never shown compassion to me!”

It is very representative of Hanako’s true self. Showing more pain and passion and sorrow and darkness that she puts into this fantasy. Nene created this one to be more raw than the other ones.

Phantom Thief

Phantom thief... I only just recently kinda opened my eyes to phantom thief so.... To start with there are 2 versions. Technically.

One can just be her revised draft of a fantasy story. I’ll just say that. Similar to how a writer often goes back and changes things in their writing. It’s exactly like that. Even changing character roles. For example Nene as a waitress then Nene as detective.

But as far as the reasoning for the phantom thief fantasy is concerned...

Mystery and puzzle solving go together, yes, but...

Hanako’s ultimate goal is to steal the moon.

I’m still working this out but maybe in some underlying way it also represents unachievable dreams.

Additionally it represents Hanako as an outcast (like how phantom is) being “WANTED” by the Minamotos, who are the police. And then Nene working under Tsuchigomori. They aren’t trying to catch the phantom necessarily but mainly trying to uncover more information as detectives do. It is also like how Nene goes to Tsuchigomori for answers about Hanako which he doesn’t give her but at the same time Tsuchigomori sees that she has uncovered more about how Amane can be.

“In all the years I’ve known him I’ve never seen number 7 act like that.”

Tsukasa would be the one Hanako robbed from. Just like he robbed Tsukasa of his life when he killed him. In a deeper sense maybe taking away Tsukasa’s greatest treasure in his eyes, Amane himself. Nene would be the one that Tsukasa hires to do the investigating in this fantasy. Tsukasa liking to mess with things, Nene liking to uncover things (that part is still a theory but it makes sense for her character).

It represents everything Nene is trying to figure out and solve about Hanako. It has the people that he has history with when he was alive, helping her to understand this fantasy and get answers into the mystery that is Hanako. Hanako being the acclaimed villain in a way.

I think that sums up my analysis of all the au’s represented as Nene’s fantasy worlds and why they are set up like that. I may add more to this post as time goes on because I feel like there’s a lot more that can be fleshed out. But because these are AidaIro’s au’s you never know how much truth is behind them. They do seem to have a lot of hidden truths. So regardless I really love thinking like this, Nene is the one that created these stories.