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floggingink · 6 years

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Riverdale, “Chapter Forty-Seven: Bizarrodale”

Jughead eats: QUICK SHOT OF BRUNCH

the print on Josie’s bomber jacket? confounding

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.”

Ms. McCoy in bright blue? confounding

have Moose’s eyebrows gotten thicker? he...he fine

Cheryl’s sheaths: like a true gay icon, Cheryl wears both a satiny demi-cup bustier and a flannel in bed with Toni, who’s rocking a sort of cottony Aerie bralette

Hermione’s earrings look like divining rods, which makes sense

“dangerously unhinged,” in this day and age? UNHINGED?

Cheryl is “legacy” in Riverdale’s version of Smith College

Cheryl’s pins: in her droopy 1920’s lady-reporter tie, Cheryl has a pin that is probably a bee but is POSSIBLY a giant frightening moth like in the Silence of the Lambs poster

Moose’s hair is longer or something and he’s like? I don’t know but I’m a gay boy all of a sudden, like let me at All That

I like how he pauses but goes in for more kisses after Kevin tells him he wants to ask him something

he’s like…..so tall….and he has this a little mole on his cheek….

(RIP Midge)

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: you look me in my pale astigmatic eyes and tell me the little snitch canary “told you they were in here sir” smug Malfoy stool pigeon ISN’T a pillow queen and I’ll give you this money RIGHT NOW. THAT thin-lipped smirk? with THAT cleft chin? he’s a gay, your honor

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: oh fuck!!!! Sweet Pea has a VERY vulnerable, soft-masculinity speech about his heartspace and emotional boundaries and he’s so fluffy-haired and trying to be gentle with himself……….SWEET PEA……..

Best costume bit: don’t miss the two-second shot of a Prostitute in a turquoise pencil skirt and red velvet blazer and pearls AND GLASSES leading a man by the tie down the Maple Club hallway

“Damn good coffee”: also this jazz music and Cheryl’s short pantsuit

WHERE CAN I GET CHERYL’S MINI BACKPACK

The Blossom spawn: I know Penelope Blossom is not out here suggesting there are no lesbians in what I assume is a women’s college. I remember when I got into My Women’s College one of the nuns at my church was like, Ha ha! Don’t let the drug-dealing lesbians get you! and I was like, How do you already know the plot of Riverdale season 3? but then I was also like, Ma’am why did you join this monastery?

Fifth period is AP English: “THIS IS THE PRICE OF SALT.”

Lawyer McCoy is right, Ex-Sheriff Keller IS a snack and this bitch’s blood sugar is low

I love Sierra and Whatsit playing Lawyers in bed because it happens to be my thing too and I want to be there with them

Certified pedigree: his name’s Tom right? he’s SO HANDSOME. everyone is so handsome right now!!!!!!! (I’m ovulating)

this is the same fancy hotel room Jughead and Betty stayed in when he sort of proposed to her? this is just the upscale version of the sex bunker

Kevin eats when he’s stressed, as you will recall from the drive-in S1 episode

“an epaulette to cry on”

Cheryl’s hair: and Cheryl’s sleeves!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “looking like a community theater production of The Talented Mr. Ripley” is the SECOND time handsome bicurious Tom Ripley has been name-dropped (also the drive-in S1 episode)

“I can’t go back to Fox Forest” is like the most tragic thing. HE CAN’T GO CRUISING AGAIN

“Oh, sullen, tenderhearted Kevin.”

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “RAPTUROUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like that Cheryl continues to use words like “whilst” and “amongst”

is Moose wearing a denim Henley? MOOSE?

the closed captioning renders it “O shutterbug of my dreams.” “O,” LIKE CHERYL IS SHAKESPEARE

I absolutely buy that Cheryl would ask if this was their first fight mid-fight

only Toni among us could wear that many necklaces at once

I did get a little confused when Toni confronts Cheryl in the bathroom, like at first it was about how you shouldn’t out people but then it was about her not being in the Serpents? let’s focus, ladies

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s commitment to keeping her eyeshadow coordinated with her jackets over her commitment to boys is aspirational

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: I LOVE ARCHIE’S SIDE-EYE, LIKE………“SWEET PEA?”

Reggie on kneecapping: “Does that really happen?”

Reggie’s voice cracks me up. he’s just a big gorgeous squeezable side hustle dummy bro, so down for the ride, remember when he slugged Jughead? neither does he

REGGIE HONESTLY HONEST-TO-GOD IS JUST LIKE….RONNIE YO YOU NEED SOME MONEY?

“You can be my Baby Driver” uuuuuugggghghhhhhkkhhhhhhhhh REggggeieiee

“JUST PLEASE DON’T SCRATCH MY CAR” has more sexual energy than I think Archie has ever manufactured with anyone EXCEPT BETTY when they kissed that one time you know?????

why do you think Reggie is such a good doofus boyfriend while Archie was such a bad doofus boyfriend? is it because Archie tried to think for himself? or has Reggie just not been given the chance to fuck something up yet

I like Penelope bringing up Sierra and Tom getting married not to shade them but to just be like, They should be happy if they want. I was like, Damn, Penelope! You’re right!

“He is a vicious and petty god.”

lol oh yeah Hiram got shot

Gay?!: as has been discussed, Veronica is reading some classic lesbian pulp fiction for no other reason than I suppose she fucking likes it, and that is BDE

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica would wear those shoes to baby drive

SOMEONE TAKE ME ON A “MAD SAPPHIC CAPER”

Archie > Dawson: Archie is a hot-or-cold boyfriend but he is an EXCELLENT beard!!!! GOOD, ARCHIE

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Reggie takes the same positive attitude towards getting shot and surviving that I hope I would have, which is “at least I can say I got shot”

Moose is like, out and THEREFORE dtf, as if they couldn’t have secretly been having sex this whole time

Toni conceded to Highsmith’s business formal dress code insofar as she wears a black vest over a plaid tie and that’s it

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, PLEASE BE CHILL.”

Veronica’s blue plaid coat SHOCKS me

Veronica was rich: Gladys admires Veronica and Reggie’s gumption showing up with only half the money

is it a coat or is it a miniskirt with a matching jacket?????

God bless jingle-jangle Moose: Moose is so excited that he just absolutely tells Cheryl he’s finally going to have sex. I know the show needs him to say it so Cheryl can tell him to BYOS, but it’s still cute of him, himself. is Moose kind of precious?

remember when Moose got gunned down in that car? Christ

HE BROUGHT A LITTLE RED CANDLE!!!!!

I love when people take off their whole belt, as if you can’t just undo it and still take your jeans off

dope deer skull! plus: everyone’s fucking

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: I’ve lost track a little bit of whether or not Alice KNOWS Betty and Jughead are literally/colloquially sleeping together in Betty’s bedroom, or are they taking advantage of her being gone?

The female gaze: Reggie’s chest is the new Archie’s chest

“NIGHT HAG”

“KEEP YOUR BOW CLOSE.”

Moose is MASSIVE like, do you see those arms?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: HIS BEAUTIFUL FLIPPY HAIR ON THE PILLOW

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs The Gargoyle Children: the RROTC guy is Chris Cooper in American Beauty???

Gay.: Sierra was halfway right about “the jealousy thing”

even FP, conducting his interview in his flannel, is like, bruh

These students are legally children: his “Man, the Sisters did a number on you” feels like Riverdale’s version of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’s “The Catholics really fucked you up”

Jughead doubts it: Jughead makes a good point. is there one costumes everyone keeps using or is it that easy to DIY your own Gargoyle King?

“UR-KING,” JUGHEAD, PLEASE

oh I can see Jughead about to be disillusioned by his family coming a mile away

Archie’s soft soft sweater? confounding

at least Moose isn’t moving to Toledo, am I right

CHERYL’S SLEEVES?????????

What damn high school in America: Cheryl’s girl gang is 100% Teddy girls and I love them

THE WHITE STRIPE ON REGGIE’S SWEATER and the little black birds on Veronica’s shirt!

Gladys & JB are already a more powerful duo than FP & Jughead could ever hope to be

ARCHIE ASKS HER IF HE COULD KISS HER. THAT’S VERY SEXY OF YOU, ARCHIE. GOOD, ARCHIE

wait Moose is moving to Glendale? SABRINA-GLENDALE? MOOSE WAIT A SECOND?

NEXT WEEK: Gladys tells Veronica to pray, OH BOY

#riverdale #commentary #tropes #i say

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latenightdrabble-blog · 6 years

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Surf and Sand

a/n: Kang Seulgi is a queen and here is just something I’ve been wanting to write for a while. It’s a bit indulgent, so bear with me.

Also shout-out to @gummydoesstuff for this marvelous mood board, it’s simply stunning ! <3

We could never stay apart, for even the tide returns the shore, washing it anew and leaving behind presents of shells and animals - a declaration of love for the unchanging sand. We build castles in the air, but at the end of the day, you are the home I return to.

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If someone told you three years ago that you were going to date Kang Seulgi, you would've laughed in their face.

She was your good friend, although you wanted it to be something more, you knew, she was way out of your league. The day she secretly revealed that she was going to join SM Entertainment as a trainee, your heart sank. You were headed to college soon, and you hoped that she would be at least one friend you would take into the new phase of your life.

On the last day of high school, the two of your parted ways, fulling knowing that sustaining the friendship would be hard to do, between you moving to another city to study, and her busy training schedule.

Seulgi, however, didn't let you feel like much had changed. Every time something exciting happened to her, she would call you and in a rush of words, describe in great detail the events that had occurred. She met the idols she looked up to and respected, and shared her daily struggles. You admired her strength to endure it all, and in a way, she was a sort of inspiration for you to deal with your own difficulties of being away from your family and dealing with tests and assignments.

Irene, Wendy, Joy and Yeri soon became close to you as well, and would send you snaps of Seulgi being a cute dork. It made you miss her terribly, but you were grateful that she had such great friends to support her on her journey.

Post debut, and during comebacks, the calls and snaps would cease, as she was thrown into busy schedules. You watched her group rise the ranks with pride, although it hurt to be away from her.

To put it simply - you were confused about your feelings.

Is this what a friendship is like?

Or were you too scared to admit to yourself that you did indeed love Kang Seulgi and you didn't know what to do with the feelings?

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In your third year of college, you got a chance to intern at a company in Seoul over the holidays.

You were over the moon in excitement! It was a chance to be reunited with Seulgi after three long years, and to finally meet her friends in person.

A part of you was reluctant, hesitant even. Would your feelings be revealed? Would you tell her the truth you've now come to accept? Or would you continue to watch her grow and go on without you?

There were a lot of things that you worried about - what if she didn't like you the same way? What would her company do if they found out? What were the rules on dating idols? How would the two of you work around your schedules? To top it all, you were still unsure about what you were going to do after college study further or work?

Your head began to ache with all the questions. You unlocked your phone to see a snap from Seulgi, of her holding a bear toy you had gifted her on her 18th birthday. The caption read - "I can't wait for you to come here!" Your smile grew so wide when you realised that she kept the stuffed bear even after all this time.

It was time you told her the truth. As her best friend, you owed her that much.

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When you arrived in Seoul, you obviously didn't expect Seulgi to be there to pick you up. Thats not what idols do, you had to remind yourself.

You checked your phone two missed calls - one from Seulgi and one from your parents.

A text notification revealed one from Seulgi - "Hey! I'm really sorry about not meeting you at the airport, something urgent came up. We might have our comeback sooner than expected so I won't be free the whole day today :( I promise I'll make it up to you when we meet. Take care <3"

Well you couldn't blame her for the decisions her company took. You quickly found your parents in the crowd and all other thoughts vanished as your were squished into a group hug.

Your mother took it upon herself to cook your favourite dishes as she thought you were underweight. It was quite the contrary, but you weren't going to say no to home food, after being away for so long.

Your dad on the other hand decided to be a total dad and slyly asked you if after all this time, you found someone you liked. You choked on the hot soup you were having, and it took a whole five minutes to say "Well there is someone..."

"I knew it!" shouted your father, as her turned his head in glee, wiggling his eyebrows at your mother.

"Honey, let her finish her sentence, then we'll settle the bet." you mother said.

"You guys bet on me? What the hell?" you asked, your voice coated with pretend anger.

"Yeah, you were away from us for three whole years, we assumed you'd finally get some one. So who is this lucky person?" you mother replied.

"Uh, its nobody. I just like someone and I don't know if they like me back." you said, your eyes trained on your bowl.

"Well then baby girl I think its time you told them and found out?" you father gently said.

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That evening, right around dinner time, your doorbell rang. Your family was puzzled as you weren't expecting any guests.

when you opened the door, Seulgi pulled you into her arms, while screaming "SURPRISE!" in your ear.

The sudden ambush surprised you and the two of you toppled over to the floor, along with the bags Seulgi was carrying. Your parents came out to inspect the noise only to see a giggling mess of two girls surrounded by bags.

"What's all this? How come you're here I thought you might have practice until late night? Are you hungry?" you asked, as you voiced your thoughts as they occurred.

Seulgi helped you to your feet before collecting the stuff that had fallen. "I can't believe you're here after all this time! I left practice early because I didn't want to let your first day back here go without meeting you!"

"What's all this?" you asked curiously.

"Great things come to those who wait." She said cheekily. "I'm super hungry, have you had dinner yet?"

"We were just about to, c'mon." you said, leading her to the dinning room.

The four of you sat down to eat and Seulgi and you chatted your heads off. She kept complimenting the food, and you realised that home cooked food must be pretty rare for her too.

After eating to your hearts content, you went to your room to finally uncover the mystery of the bags.

"Okay, here we go." she said, handing you one bag after another. You found books, chocolate, jewelry and even a Red Velvet light stick.

"Seul, whats all this for?"

"These are just things I've been wanting to give you for a while now. Whenever I saw something you might like, I picked up and kept it with me to give it to you when we meet. I hope you like them?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Of course I do, they’re all such thoughtful gifts, Seul, thank you so much.” you said as you pulled her in for a hug. Your eyes welled with tears, and you sniffled into her shoulder.

“Hey cry baby! I just wanted to get these for you okay now just use them nicely.” She said, wiping your tears.

“I didn’t get you anything great, except this book I read. It’s really nice. I also made you a playlist for the holidays, and uhhh.....” you trailed off.

“Hmm?”

“Yeah that’s... that’s all. Here.” you said, your heart thumping in your chest as you handed her a book and a CD. You couldn’t bring yourself to give her the last gift yet.

“Thank you much! I was actually looking for a good book and I seriously missed your playlists. You mind reader. Never fails to surprise me.”

She giggled and put the CD into the player and pulled you to dance with her. You spent the rest of the evening talking, singing, dancing and eating the chocolates she brought.

Closer to 12 am, however, you had to say your goodbyes. You were lucky that her manager had let her out so long.

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You spent the rest of your time buried in your internship and your weekends with Seulgi. It was never a one on one though, the other girls from Red Velvet joined in, or some of your friends from high school. You went to their practices and performances on occasion. She was a force to reckon with when on stage and a total sweetheart off stage.

You thought that being with her and having to adjust your schedules might knock some sense into you, but that failed as well.

You just fell for her, harder.

How on earth could you contain your feelings any longer? You had do something about it before the holidays ended.

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“Seul, I really want to get away for this weekend. It’ll be my last one here and the weather is perfect, I want to go to the beach.” you said to her, on an evening shopping spree.

“The beach? That actually sounds like a good idea. Now that all the comeback promotions are over, I might get some free time. We could go on a little road trip!” she said.

The two of you planned out the logistics before heading home. You couldn’t wait for the weekend.

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The ride to the beach was fun, you sang on the top of your lungs and ate a lot of junk food. You missed how organic it was - a weird way to put it - but hanging out with Seulgi like this reminded you of the days you would sneak out to the lake near the end of town to watch the sunset after school.

Back then you were worried about your hopes and dreams and future, and she was worried about hers. Not once did you think that maybe your futures had a chance of reuniting.

You got her ice cream, played volleyball with a few other people and took lots of photos on the polaroid camera you got for her. The sky was clear and you could not have picked a better day. The two of you built sand castles, and watched the tide take it away in its clutches, leaving behind beautiful shells in exchange. A fair transaction, you thought.

Settling on a towel on the shore, Seulgi handed you your ukulele. It had been ages since you had played, but once you saw the excitement on her face, you knew you couldn’t say no.

So slowly and surely, you began signing the one song you still remembered the chords to - Don’t U Wait No More. You were feeling a bit bold, but when Seulgi joined in, you couldn’t help the thumping in your chest.

“Wow I didn’t think you would’ve known that song!” Seulgi said, once you finished.

“Well how could I call myself your best friend if I didn’t know all of your discography?” you replied.

Seulgi’s smile faltered a bit but she covered it up with a cute giggle.

Pulling you on your feet she called out, “Last one to the food shack is a loser!”, as she took off toward the other end of the beach.

The setting sun graced the horizon, as you chased behind her, struggling to keep up. “Seulgi, wait!! I can’t run that fast!”

“C’mon slow poke!”

She lessened her pace as she turned to face the sea. Her mouth was open in surprise and as you caught up, she pointed out, “Hey, isn’t that so beautiful?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes off her, however, and merely replied a simple, “Yeah”.

The only sounds that were heard were your panting and the ocean waves meeting the shore. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, knowing fully that this was your last chance to do something.

“Seul..” you said, quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Seul I wanted to tell you something.”

She turned to look at you, her face washed over with a sense of calm.

The sight made all the words that collected in your throat go back to the pit of your stomach, as you held your breath.

“Go on.” she said.

“I uh.. I don’t know how to say this but, I really I’ve just been wanting to tell you this and I don’t know how to..”

She closed the distance between the two of you and held your hand.

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything.”

“Kang Seulgi. I’ve known you for so long, and I don’t when it all started but I can’t keep it in anymore. You know that song by Day6 ? I Like You? This is exactly that.

I like you. More than I can say. I don’t know if you feel the same but I had to let you know.” you finished, your cheeks aflame like the setting sun.

You looked down at the sand, not daring to see her reaction.

She lifted your chin up gently with her fingers and looked at you with such emotion, before pulling you in for a kiss.

It was soft, like she was, and you tasted the vanilla of the ice cream she had earlier. You mind buzzed with a million thoughts and at the same time you couldn’t process any of it. You wanted to be in that moment.

Kang Seulgi was kissing you.

When she pulled away, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, before smiling fondly at you.

“Does that take away your worries? I can’t believe it took you so long to tell me. I was about to confess, myself, but I wanted to see just how far you would go with those bottled up emotions.” she teased.

You pulled into a hug as the two of you giggled. “Wait, you liked me too?” you asked.

“Right from the day you choked on your chocolate milk back in high school, and it came out through your nose.”

“Whaaat why- why would that make you like me?”

“You’re my best friend, you’re funny and cute and smart and you take care of me well, how could I not like you?”

You took a moment to process the information.

“Also, I’m pretty sure the girls were fed up about me pining after you, they came close to telling you so many times! Now they can finally shut up.” she said, as she interlinked your arms and led you toward the food stalls.

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“.... and then she handed me a book of poems she had written in our years away. It was almost like the sonnets from Shakespeare’s plays, if I must say.” Seulgi finished.

“Oh my god that is so cute unnie! You guys are adorable I’m just so glad we don’t have to deal with Seulgi’s whining anymore.” Yeri commented after you told her the events that had transpired on the beach.

“Oh no, if you think that was bad, wait till you have to deal with her for the next year.” Irene replied sharply.

It completely slipped your mind that you had the last year of college to finish, away form Seulgi.

“Well, we’ll find a way to work around it right honey?” Seulgi said, as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

Yeri stuck her tongue out and said, “Gross, guys! Ugh you’re right unnie we’re going to suffer!”

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sassysweetstories · 6 years

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Fall To Get Back Up

Request: “OK this is a bit of a stretch but can you do an imagine where the reader is like super duper famous like gigi Hadid and was dating Shawn mendes and he broke up with her and she started smoking again and he sees in it paparazzi photos and he feels bad because she looks sad but a few weeks later new photos of her and Daniel Sharman come out and they both look happy and she looks happy and yeah I know that’s super hard but Idk what I would do without your work💖⚡️⚡️”

Ship: Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader (minor), Daniel Sharman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fighting, cussing, fluff, angst, guilt, regret, jealousy, mentions of depression, smoking cigarettes, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317 @bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist@beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

Nobody had expected the break up. It was huge, the only thing being talked about. SHAWN MENDES BREAKS UP WITH (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! It’s on every news outlet, can’t run from it even if she tried. Andrew was still trying to wrap his head around the situation himself. From the outside, they looked like the perfect couple, happy and healthy. Almost two years of dating, he decided to dump her for what seems no reason whatsoever. And of course, (Y/n) wanted for the situation, the relationship, to have never happened. Except nobody else would stop talking about it, wouldn’t shut up actually. She wanted to get back to her old life but the tweets kept coming in. Some were positive and others, not so much. (Y/n) tried her best to ignore all of it, find a way to cope. But in doing so, she slipped into old, unhealthy habits. She could still feel his soft lips atop hers, warm and plump as sucked down on another cigarette.

Pushing the shades up to the roof of her nose, (Y/n) pulled out another as she made her way over to the cafe to meet with her agent who’s tried effortlessly to get the young woman out of her house, away from bad habits. She knows she’s going to be pictured. There's always someone lurking around the corner, just when she thinks she’s comfortable. But upon entering the cafe shop, there’s a sense of comfort that she hadn’t had in a while. The smell of warm hot cocoa and old, torn books makes her smile for the first time in months. It doesn’t take her long to find her agent, already sat down with her favorite drink as she sported a sympathetic smile. Her agent, V, hadn’t set her and Shawn up. They had fallen for one another all on their own and V couldn’t help but admit that it was great publicity. This though, this breakup was hard.

“THIS JUST IN! MODEL, ACTRESS AND ACTIVIST, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE BREAKUP WITH CANADIAN MUSICIAN, SHAWN MENDES!” The TV screams and Shawn can’t help but look up, wanting to know if she’s doing okay after their split. The second the image displays, his heart drops. She looks pale and broken, thinner than before as she brought a cigarette up to her lips. Oh my god. . Shawn thought as his face turned pale. I did this to her. . . (Y/n)’s once beautiful and warm face was nothing but cold and lifeless. Her eyes were no longer loving and bright, more gaunty and tired circles. She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks, months even. The longer Shawn looked at the image, the more regret and guilt he had. God, she looks so broken and sad. He couldn’t not feel for her. They were once the item, the talk of the town if you will.

It takes him a minute to actually see the cigarette. Shawn cusses under his breath at himself. How could he have hurt her so much that she slipped back into old habits? Because of it, he was sure that’s why she looked so different, so broken. It takes everything in him to not call her, to beg her to stop and come home but it’s too late. She won’t come back to him, at least he believes that she won’t. (Y/n) looks incredibly different from when they first met and honest to god she looks like someone else entirely. She doesn’t look like the girl he fell in love with. But then again, he did this to her. Maybe, just maybe, all of this could have been prevented. But it was too late.

It had been a few months since he last saw her. After being spotted in the cafe, it’s like she vanished from the tabloids completely all over again. Shawn would never admit that late at night he’d sit atop his bed and scroll through Twitter, almost praying he’d find a photo of her, some reassurance that she was okay because he would always spew a blatant lie when he was asked how he was dealing with the breakup. He wanted to know that she was happy again, that she was content. Shawn missed the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something as simple as flowers, or the way the sun almost seemed to touch the ocean as it peaks up from down below. This ritual continues to happen for the next few days, that is until new pictures start to float around the internet, photos he can’t ignore. There she is, looking more beautiful than the day Shawn met her. Her eyes are wide and glowing, brighter than before. Except this time, she’s not alone. They don’t shimmer that way because of Shawn anymore, they twinkle because another man that wasn’t him.

She’s with a man that looks vaguely familiar to him. The guy was either an actor or musician but he didn’t have to look hard to bring a name to the face. Daniel Sharman, actor on the TV show, Teen Wolf. Even though Shawn is straight, he can’t deny that the guy is a handsome man, built and toned with light brown hair and a mix of both blue and green eyes. His jaw-line could literally cut a diamond and for some reason, the longer Shawn looks at the photos, the more angry he becomes. He hates the way Daniel’s eyes linger on (Y/n) as he wraps his hands around her waist, lovingly. How the young man peppers her shoulders with faint kisses and laughs when she giggles. They looked more happy and content than her and Shawn ever’d been. He hated how affectionate they were with one another, made his stomach turn with jealous disgust. Clicking on one of the videos from the twitter handle, he scoffed as Daniel twirled (Y/n) around to The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. The comment section was over-flowing.

“THEY LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER!”

“SHIP OF THE CENTURY!!”

“i honestly can’t wait to see them get married. like, i want a man who can look at me the way Daniel looks at (Y/n). #totallyjealous”

“mom and dad? mOm aNd dAd? MOM AND DAD!! THAT’S MY MOM AND DAD!”

(Y/n) can still remember the night she first met Daniel. Forced to attend a party she was sure nobody wanted to be at, she’d finally had the chance to slip away from the crowded scene in hopes to have another smoke. As she brought the deplorable stick up to her lips, sucking in slightly, a voice from behind called out to her. “Ya know, smoking that much will shorten your life-span. It’s killing those pretty lungs of yours.” Glancing over her shoulder to find the source of the voice, she hadn’t recognized the gorgeous man in front of her despite a faint familiarity. “And who are you? My father?” She says, sarcastically. “I ain’t got much of a life anymore, doll. Might as well pick up the pace.” Though her voice was joking, there was a hint of truth to which Daniel could clearly see, making his heart hurt for the young woman. “What makes you think you ain’t got a life?” He asks, genuinely curious to learn more of the famous, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).

“I suppose I’m jumping back into old habits after my breakup.” Daniel knew about that, couldn’t run from it even if he tried. But apart of him was happy to have at least some slim of a chance to talk to her, let alone date the woman of his dreams. He’d always admired from afar and thought he’d never have a chance, not until now. In that moment, Daniel takes a risks and hold her hands in his, taking the cigarette out and away from her frail fingertips and puts it out before saying, “Times like these make me think that once you reach the bottom, you can’t go any further down. Sometimes you gotta fall to get back up.” And for the first time in months, (Y/n) feels like she can actually breathe again. It’s like the anvil leaves her chest and she can feel, see hope behind those beautiful bluish, green eyes. From that moment on, they were absolutely smitten.

Of course Shawn wanted (Y/n) to be happy, to not have hurt her the way he had but he couldn’t help but feel hurt upon seeing the photos of the woman he once loved, maybe still loves. There are more videos of them and he can’t not watch them, gritting his teeth while he does so. Daniel runs after (Y/n) before lifting her up into the sky, her giggle echoing across the field before he set her down, both their cheeks red and rosy. Shawn hates the way he kisses her, the way he holds her close to his chest. But he can’t stop watching. There’s another video. She’s on his back, smiling as their friend is about to capture a photo of them. (Y/n) whispers something faint and he can’t quite make out the words until he glances at the caption. “She said ‘I love you’ to him.” Daniel’s jaw drops before he turns over his shoulder to look up at her with loving eyes. Quickly, he drops her before kissing her passionately.

“OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CUTE I’M DYING!!”

“actual couple goals”

“i want a girl like (Y/n), god damn”

“LOOK AT MY PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLLS!”

Shawn tosses his phone to the side, rolling his eyes at the nothing but positive tweets. They were once the it couple. How could things have changed so quickly? Except they really hadn’t. It had been nearly a year after he dumped her. But he supposed seeing her single meant they could still reconnect. But at the end of the day, he’d done this to her. Shawn dumped her and she got back from the bottom and found a man who loved her more than life itself.

(I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE. FUCKING. COMMENT)

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hermitknut · 6 years

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In celebration of finally being able to get photos from my iPod to my computer (don’t ask), and finally finishing The Queens of Innis Lear, I got a bit over-excited and staged (haha) an impromptu photoshoot for my bard-related book collection. And, naturally, the skulls couldn’t be left out.

The pictures have captions (and while writing them I realised I left out Ophelia by Lisa Klein, damnit), and I’d love to know how many of the retellings you’ve read - or if you have any others you’d recommend!

A lot of mine come from the Hogarth Shakespeare collection, which I’ve been working through - but I’m nearly done, and there’s no sign of them adding any more. There are so many plays left over and so many authors I’d like to see tackle them! If you could pair an author and a play to retell, who would you pick? I’d very much like to see someone do Much Ado or Midsummer’s, but I’d also like to let authors like Scott Lynch, N. K. Jemisin, Philip Pullman, Rick Riordan, Linsey Miller, or Angie Thomas take a shot at any play.

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Description: A collection of pictures, all of books arranged differently on the same book case, with a variety of skulls and other props.

1. Books arranged in two stacks and one row, with three fake skulls around them/propping them up. One skull is oil-slick colours, one is a plain greyish-white, and the smaller one is also greyish-white with patterns molded onto it. The row of books is a selection of Arden Editions of Shakespeare (Antony and Cleopatra, Hamlet, King Henry V, Love’s Labour’s Lost, Macbeth, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Romeo and Juliet, The Tempest, The Winter’s Tale). The left stack is made up of Cambridge Editions of Shakespeare (Twelfth Night, Othello, Much Ado About Nothing, King Lear, Hamlet) with four non-fiction books (Shakespeare’s Tragedies: A Very Short Introduction, 101 Things You Didn’t Know About Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Dramatic Acts, Shakespeare’s Language) and four DVDs (Hamlet, Much Ado About Nothing, Romeo + Juliet, Shakespeare in Love). The right stack is made up of a collection of fiction books (Dating Hamlet by Lisa Fiedler, As I Descended by Robin Talley, Lords and Ladies and Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett, Fool by Christopher Moore, The Gap of Time by Jeanette Winterson, Dunbar by Edward St. Aubyn, Romeo’s Ex by Lisa Fiedler, Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood, Shylock is My Name by Howard Jacobson, Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler, The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton, Macbeth by Jo Nesbo, If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio).

2. Four books (As I Descended by Robin Talley, Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett, Macbeth by Jo Nesbo, The Arden Macbeth) arranged in a pile, surrounded with black velvet. A wrapped rectangular soap labelled “Lady Macbeth’s Guest Soap” is on top.

3. Six books (Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood, Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett, The Gap of Time by Jeanette Winterson, and the Arden Editions of The Tempest, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Winter’s Tale) arranged in a pile draped with red cloth, with two fake tea-light candles and a silver statue of a stag.

4. A row of books (Dating Hamlet by Lisa Fiedler, As I Descended by Robin Talley, Lords and Ladies and Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett, Fool by Christopher Moore, The Gap of Time by Jeanette Winterson, Dunbar by Edward St. Aubyn, Romeo’s Ex by Lisa Fiedler, Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood, Shylock is My Name by Howard Jacobson, Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler, The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton, Macbeth by Jo Nesbo, If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio) on a shelf, propped up by the smaller skull from before (that’s Toby).

5. Four books ( Fool by Christopher Moore, The Cambridge Edition of King Lear, Dunbar by Edward St. Aubyn, The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton) propped against each other with a black velvet backdrop. Where they make a sort of book-tent, there is a fake tea-light candle and a collection of old coins, a heart-shaped locket, a seashell, and two rings.

6. A collection of books (Romeo’s Ex by Lisa Fiedler, the Cambridge Edition of Romeo and Juliet, and the Arden Editions of Romeo and Juliet and Much Ado About Nothing) and DVDs (Romeo + Juliet, Shakespeare in Love, Much Ado About Nothing) arranged to lean over Toby the Skull on a plain brown bookshelf.

7. A pile of three books (the Cambridge and Arden editions of Hamlet, and Dating Hamlet by Lisa Fiedler) and a DVD (Hamlet) surrounded by red cloth, topped by Toby the Skull (he does that), and with the handle-end of a black and silver prop fencing sword in front of them.

8. The three skulls sit on red cloth in front of a bookshelf. The bookshelf behind them contains a selection of books (the Arden Editions of Antony and Cleopatra, King Henry V, Love’s Labour’s Lost, and The Tempest; Shylock is My Name by Howard Jacobson, Vinegar Girl by Anne Tyler; the Cambridge Editions of Othello and Twelfth Night; If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio; Shakespeare’s Tragedies: A Very Short Introduction, 101 Things You Didn’t Know About Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Dramatic Acts, Shakespeare’s Language).

9. A final close-up of the three skulls from the same picture, only the jaws of the two larger ones are open.

#shakespeare #william shakespeare #booklr #pls validate me I put way too much time into this lol #retellings #shelfie #sort of anyway

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tanqram · 6 years

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28 questions tag!

rules: answer the following questions and then tag twenty people! (i don’t think i’ll hit 20 but i’ll try to get as much people as possible?) tagged by: @princeruibin & @youzhangpang thank you vivi and may ♡ nicknames: nini (+ my sister calls me 茄子 because 茄 rhymes with 姐） zodiac sign: rat (chinese) & leo (western) height: 5′ 1″ or 155 cm age: going on 22 time: 12:51pm favorite bands/artists: tangram/trainee18, seventeen, sf9, highlight, block b, & red velvet (honorable mentions: astro, victon, awaken-f) song stuck in my head: nothing, but pentagon hongseok and yanan’s 小幸運 cover came to mind last movie i saw: the amazing spiderman (i don’t watch movies usually...) last thing i googled: obsession synonym (i was translating the return to zero films caption) other blogs: @whimsicalesque (main) & @jingzuosmile (personal; ajkdlksjaksjdk yes i know i decided to change the url on a whim and this happened rip me ._.) do i get asks: yes why i chose this username: hi i love tangram and caved in when connie said she had the url saved. my previous url (banana-jiayou) was inspired by chaoze’s 香蕉加油 during first round of ip elims ;v; i made this blog a little after elims aha following: 149 blogs average amount of sleep: 6-8 hours lucky number: 9 and 2048 what i’m wearing: blouse & shorts dream job: realistically i’m looking at design jobs but if banana wants to hire me to help edit their videos i’d be down B) dream trip: my dream trip is a few days actually! i’m going to taiwan and south korea :’) but other than those places, i’d love to go to thailand, china, hong kong, or new zealand favorite food: pasta 🍝 watermelon 🍉 play any instruments: some guitar and ukulele play any sports: nope hair color: black, ends are brown from when i last dyed them eye color: dark brown most iconic song: idol producer - eiei TTTT languages i speak/am learning: english, mandarin, japanese favorite songs: trainee18 - rock the show | seventeen - adore u | seveteen - pinwheel | sf9 - mamma mia | sf9 - easy love | jj project - today tomorrow | escape plan - brightest star in the night sky | leo yu jiayun - i want | aimer - kataomoi | pentagon - shine | block b - toy | block b - be the light | super junior - devil random fact: i have dimples but only on one side of my face describe yourself as aesthetic things: sketchbooks, earphones, potted plants, milk tea, spring dresses tagging: @n0ngnong @hanmub0 @pandachaoze @linyan9un @yanjunsbandana @maotongs @merxic @youchengcheng @fan-of-chengcheng @jinsxuls @less-than-threee @chaoze-bish @sleepyeggwhite @pumkin-clothpin if you guys haven’t done this and would like to :)

#tag #everyone has their fav songs down to 2-3 #indecisive me just throws everything i like #some of you i tagged ive never talked to before :o #but i see your names often and would like to know more about you guys if you don't mind!

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rastagong-tearoom · 6 years

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Inspirational Blend #6: Dream Pop

Hello everyone,

Today's post is the very last one in a series where I reveal the inspirations behind Sylvan Disappearance.

Today, I'll be getting away from webcomics, novels and movies to focus on music! It is the first time I attempt to describe something musical in written words, which is difficult enough, but to spice it up, I chose the most nebulous kind of music genre: Dream Pop.

It is difficult to provide a pertinent definition of Dream Pop if you know nothing of it. The corresponding Wikipedia page, citing the AllMusic Guide to Electronica, tells us that it is:

“An atmospheric subgenre of alternative rock that relies on sonic textures as much as melody.”

This is in all good faith as close as we can get to a valid explanation, the key idea being: Dream Pop music means hazy, blurry textures which produce an impression similar to that of dreams. There is no pertinent instrumental or theoretical category, the genre is largely characterised by the subjective texture as it is experienced.

The definition is not exactly wrong in categorising Dream Pop as an alternative rock subgenre, but personally, I would say it is wiser to outright admit that it is not a very-well defined genre, that it comprises artists from very different backgrounds who can appeal to vastly different sensibilities.

Below are a number of Dream Pop artists and albums I particularly enjoy, along with a short blurb explaining what's so dreamy about their music.

In the course of the article, I provide links to listen to the music I mention on Youtube. If you'd prefer to listen to everything on your own, without having to read the article, I also provide the following playlist, which contains all the songs referenced here:

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Julee Cruise

I personally fell into Dream Pop through Twin Peaks, that I watched for the first time last summer, at the time of the release of the 2017 Return of the series. It was a deeply moving experience in many ways, but one of the highlights was discovering the music of Julee Cruise. In the world of Twin Peaks, there's one bar and dancing just outside the titular town that is frequented by everyone —teenagers, small crooks and couples alike: the Roadhouse. The regular performer of the Roadhouse is Julee Cruise, a woman who sings love songs very softly. It is rare for the viewer to hear her songs in entirety, but usually, they're soft, slightly kitsch love songs. The scene on which Julee Cruise sings is usually lit in bright purple and red tones, with an iconic red curtain in the background, which produces an eerie, retro atmosphere.

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Excerpt from Twin Peaks. Do not look at the comments if you haven't seen the show.

While watching Twin Peaks, it's easy to leave aside Julee Cruise's music, which serves an atmospheric purpose most of the time. However, Floating into the Night (1989) deserves to be listened on its own terms. It is arguably her most famous album, the one co-produced by David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti, who later had her perform it in various parts of Twin Peaks.

It is a very special album that I like listen from start to finish at nightfall. It is carried by Julee Cruise's singing, always lingering and slow, and by backing guitars and synths, which produces a very retro atmosphere. The albums hides both dark, melancholic moments, and lighter interludes. Depending on the song, the lyrics can be either sensual, pronounced through rose-colored glasses, or on the contrary, abstract, surreal and disturing —much like Twin Peaks.

If Floating into the Night was a dream, then it would be something at the border between nightmare and dreams; at the single moment where subconscious truths emerge from the night, and into your consciousness.

The Cocteau Twins

Most of the time, Dream Pop is strongly associated with its more famous neighbour, shoegazing. There is indeed a lot of overlap in both shoegaze and certain Dream Pop artists, in their common focus on atmosphere, and in their descendence from punk and psychedelic rock.

The work of the Cocteau Twins could be considered to be the most representative of this Dream Pop variant. In the 80s and early 90s, the Scottish trio enjoyed a large success in the UK alternative scene, like other artists under the independent 4AD label.

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It is impossible to put in words the Twins' appeal. Fans will always tell you about the voice of Liz Fraser, the vocalist of the trio, but it is difficult to describe it. As for me, the least I could say is that ever since I started listening to them, a year ago, I gained access to a whole new dimension of existence. The Cocteau Twins offered me a new lens to view life through, and made it infinitely richer.

If you listen to them, you'll notice that in many cases, no words can be discerned in the singing of Liz Fraser, because it is not made out of words —it is a texture, something both abstract and yet so very life-like. But there is a great variety in their production. You'll find both haunting, Gothic songs like Alice, dark riffs like Blue Bell Knoll, and upbeat, light clouds like Cherry-Coloured Funk, which is also very beautiful in its breezy, alternative recording from a later album.

Since their breakup in the 90s, the Cocteau Twins have had a large influence on a number of contemporary artists, and gained a cult following. One of my favourite secret hobbies is to read about what the Cocteau Twins mean to their fans, in Youtube comment sections. There are plenty of anecdotes, often dating from the 80s, and they never fail to bring me a smile. If the Cocteau Twins were a dream, they would be a daydream; a soft fantasy which somehow finds a way into your daily life, and enriches it in ways that cannot be expressed.

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Beach House

Beach House is a duo of musicians from Baltimore, in the USA. They might be the most popular contemporary band to fall under the Dream Pop umbrella.

On the surface, they're an indie pop band, but Victoria Legrand's soft singing, their simple synth melodies and their poetic lyrics makes their music sound as soft as velvet. They've just released 7, their latest album, but my favourite so far is their previous one, Depression Cherry.

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If Beach House was a dream, it would be, in a straightfoward way, a pleasant fantasy dream.

Nicole Dollanganger

Nicole Dollanganger is an independent Canadian singer and songwriter. She has a very distinctive voice, both very soft and high, and writes songs with very simple lofi instrumentals, which clash with her bleak lyrics about emotional abuse, sexual and gun violence. The result is a dreamy, Gothic atmosphere from which transpires a lot of sadness underneath.

I am slightly obsessed with her 2012 album Natural Born Losers.

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If she was a dream, Nicole Dollanganger would be an afternoon nightmare: it may start peacefully, but remain asleep long enough, and it will awaken long buried trauma, and leave you with a strange aftertaste upon waking up.

The Cranberries

I'm still sadder than I'd like to admit about the recent passing of Dolores O'Riordan, the lead singer of the Cranberries. I have a lot of memories associated with the band. I know I used to listen to Ode to My Family as a child, without knowing who the band was at all. Later, I got obsessed with Zombie like many teenagers. But it is only many years later that I re-discovered all of their music, and found out that some of their songs sounded like Dream Pop.

The last song I will leave you with is perhaps the best-known from Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? which is the Cranberries' 1993 debut album. It's one of the songs I most listened to while writing Sylvan Disappearance, and its title, lyrics and aesthetics are quite self-explanatory: Dreams.

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#Dream Pop #Shoegaze #Nicole Dollanganger #The Cranberries #Cocteau Twins #Julee Cruise #Beach House

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clownfuckery · 7 years

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A Monster for a Mate - Chapter 4

PENNYWISE X OC

*** WARNING*** - The following chapter contains mature content. It features graphic depictions of sexual acts and dark/thematic content that may be unsuitable for sensitive readers.

Previous Chapters:

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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1. What Dreams May Come

That night the clown came to me once more. I dreamed that he stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me. Red balloons floated around the room as he beckoned me, extending his hand out. I rose from the bed, and as I pulled the covers back, I became strangely aware that I was clothed in a most peculiar and familiar ensemble. White tights covered my legs and on my feet were a pair of two shiny patent leather shoes. I took in the strap that crossed them, the delicate buckle that fastened them. As I looked up at myself, I noticed the ruffles of the stiff petticoat beneath the royal blue of my velvet dress. I took in the gold buttons down the front, the folded collar, the puffiness of the sleeves. I knew the ensemble. I had worn it before.

Alarmed, my hands went up to my head. I gasped upon finding the same birthday tiara that had adorned my head that day long ago, on the day I turned seven years old. I held a stick of fluffy, rainbow colored cotton candy on one hand and a familiar clown doll in the other.

Suddenly, the room changed. The balloons bobbed up toward the ceiling, revealing the crowded street of a small Argentinian town. I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, looking out to the other side, where my mother was buying a marionette of Pizzarín, my favorite childhood clown, from one of the circus vendors. Next to her stood Pennywise, facing me.

“No” I rasped, feeling my throat tighten to the point where breathing was a struggle “why are you doing this?!”

He leered at me. “Show me your fears, little Lus”

The tangy sweet scent of sugar coated lemon drops filled my nose again. I shook it away, focusing on the way my mother thanked the vendor, placing the coins in his hand. Then she turned towards me, smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and moved to cross the street.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed in horror.

A truck zoomed past, and there was a dull, sickening thud.

I fell to my knees as the town faded away and I was once again in darkness. The red balloons floated down, surrounding me. I burst into tears, and then I felt two gloved hands take mine. I looked up to see Pennywise sitting on his knees in front of me. His mouth was turned downwards in feigned sympathy, but his eyes twinkled with fiendish satisfaction.

“Poor, poor little Lus. Daddy lied to you” he whispered, and I saw his teeth morph into rows and rows of pointed daggers. Exhausted and confused, I made no attempt at self-defense when I saw his jaw become unhinged and the three swirling deadlights in his core screeched as they pulsated towards me…

2. An Awakening

My eyes flew open and I shot up, waking up with a jolt. I looked around the room, looking for the subtlest trace of movement or sound that could escape from any corner or nook. But I was alone. Looking down I realized I was positioned on the center of the bed, and the robe I had worn the night before was pulled down my arms almost completely, leaving me totally exposed. As I looked down at my naked state, I became aware of a stinging sensation on my left side. I gasped when I took in the long, thin, jagged red line than ran from right beneath my left breast down to the middle of my thigh. Not deep enough to draw blood, but just enough to cut skin.

A claw mark.

With trembling hands I inspected the rest of my body, but there were no other marks nor any signs of having been taken advantage of. I quaked with fear at the thought of lying unconscious and helpless as the clown’s hands roamed freely over my body, leaving a calling card that promised further and perhaps even more intrusive encounters. I felt a chill go up my spine as I remembered the way his yellow eyes had pierced into mine, shattering the thick walls of defense that sheltered my troubled psyche as though they were made of thin paper.

I had come into the territory of a most powerful monster.

I jumped from the bed and grabbed my suitcase, throwing it open on the bed. I yanked my clothes from the dresser and tossed them inside. Then I ran to the bathroom to grab my toiletries, and I stopped when I saw the single red balloon tied to the sink. On its shiny red surface were the words in white: RUNNING AWAY LUS?

Oh shit.

I grabbed my cosmetics bag and dashed back to the bedroom, then I let out a cry. My suitcase was gone. The drawers of the dresser were scattered all over the floor and on the mirror were the words scribbled in childlike writing in what looked like fresh blood: dOnTcHA wANnA kNOw tHE tRutH?

I let the bag fall to the floor, not caring if anything broke. There was a numbness that began settling in my bones as I observed the red blood dripping from the letters, marring my reflection. There was a reason why I was brought here. There was a reason why I wanted to come here.

Poor, poor little Lus. Daddy lied to you.

He was right. I had always known. Deep down I knew that I, the very daughter of the Great Serpent, was the one who was most deceived. Running back home would solve nothing. I needed answers, and it seemed like the creature in Derry had them.

“Alright clown, you win” I said aloud.

There was the sound of shuffling behind me, and when I turned, my clothes from the night prior were on the bed. Next to them were my pair of Chuck Taylor’s.

“Not giving me back my suitcase, eh? Sneaky little bugger”

A few minutes later I left my room. Unbeknownst to me, the bloody letters on the mirror disappeared as I closed the door behind me.

3. Trip Down Memory Lane

After a cup of coffee at the Townhouse restaurant, my first stop was the travel agency on Main Street. There were posters of people rafting down rapids with the caption DISCOVER DERRY! plastered on the windows. Five minutes later, I realized I had walked into the wrong place after being littered with tourism pamphlets and offers of Maine tours. They knew nothing of the town, but pointed me in the direction of the library. I almost wanted to hit myself for not thinking of it first.

The Derry Public Library was a most quaint structure. There was something nostalgically attractive about it, with its original western wing made out of old concrete walls lined with wooden beams painted a dark blue. The newly built glass hallway and modern halls of the east wing hosted the fiction section and the checkout area. I entered through the glass doors and was met with an almost sepulchral silence. The young lady at the checkout desk nodded at me in greeting before gathering a tall stack of folders and walking into an office. I made out the name Mike Hanlon, Chief Librarian engraved in the golden plaque on the door. I walked to the information computer station and typed in “history of Derry” into the search bar. Minutes later I was making my way down shelves, scanning the codes until my fingers stopped on a thick, blue tome.

I sat on one of the couches in the reading area and opened the book A History of Old Derry. I shuffled through page after page of grainy photos and Xerox scans of headlines dating back to the late 1700’s. They were all memories of tragedies, gruesome unsolved murders, old newspaper illustrations of the town’s founding. I continued to look through the pages until my eyes went wide and my hands clasped the book tightly. There was a black and white picture with the caption: Easter Egg Hunt celebration at the Derry Iron Works, April 3rd 1908. In the middle of the photo, half hidden in the crowd, was a circus wagon. The name Pennywise the Dancing Clown was painted around a portrait of the very same creature who had visited me the night before. On the next page was the same clown, blurry and out of focus, standing behind a group of children holding Easter eggs. I flipped the page, and there was a scan of the Derry Herald dating to April 4th. On its front page was the headline: EASTER EXPLOSION KILLS 88 CHILDREN, 102 TOTAL.

“You had a feast that day, didn’t you?” I muttered under my breath.

I jumped when I heard someone behind me shush me, and I looked back apologetically to an elderly woman who fixed me with a stern stare. I turned back to the book and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. The same bloody childlike writing from the mirror was now scribbled all over the open book with the message: ThesE aRe noT tHe AnSweRs yOU’rE looKinG fOr.

I shut the book closed and took in deep breaths to slow down the frantic beating in my chest. The checkout slip slipped out from the back cover and as I slid it back into the sleeve I read the name of the last person who had checked it out: Ben Hanscom, 1989.

27 years ago.

I rose to put the book back on its shelf, and as I made my way out of the aisle, I noticed a book protruding from its shelf. I pulled it out, frowning at the title.

“What the fuck?” I whispered, looking up to the row I had pulled it out of. The entire row of books was on the lineages of ancient rulers, from Egypt, Babylon, and Sumer. Feeling a sense of dread, I walked back to the information station and typed in: “Nephilim. Genesis 6” The computer loaded for a few seconds, and then my blood froze when the only result given was the book in my hand.

The book that had miraculously been placed for me to find:

Incest in the Ancient World: How the Importance of Pure Bloodlines Built Lasting Dynasties.

I heard laughter behind me, and when I turned there was no one there, but there was a red balloon tied to the checkout desk. I looked back down at the tome in my hand, felt for the wallet in my coat pocket, and made my way to it.

4. The Standpipe

“I’ll have the bourbon chicken please” I said as I gave the menu back to the waiter. I sat in the furthest booth inside the Jade of the Orient on Mall Road. The booth has half hidden in the far corner of the line of boxed stalls that ran the length of the windows. I took a long drink of my New England iced tea and then took the book from my lap. I placed it on the table, looked around me nervously as though I was opening a copy of Hustler, and began on the first page.

...The ancient mythos spoke of the sun and the moon mating to make man… brother and sister engaging in creation… the ancient Sumerian legends spoke of great rulers… descendants of the sun and the moon… who kept their lineages pure by producing heirs with those of their closest relations…brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters… a custom kept alive for hundreds and even thousands of years by the Egyptian pharaohs… the Nephilim were the guardians, giants produced by the mating of exiled celestial beings with the daughters of men… queens and princesses of the Sumerian bloodlines were given as gifts to these beings… until a great flood was sent to eradicate the offspring of such abominable unions… but the legendary bloodline of human and celestial was thought to the have survived… a small string of DNA hidden deep in the genetic makeup of the wife of Cam… and giants continued to plague the Earth until they mysteriously disappeared from history…

“Your bourbon chicken ma’am”

I gasped loudly and shrank back, startling the waitress and almost causing her to drop my lunch on my lap.

“I am so sorry” I rasped.

“Must be a really good book” she laughed nervously as she placed the plate in front of me.

“Tragic, mostly” I chuckled, but there was no humor in my voice.

“Will you want dessert ma’am?” she asked politely.

“No thanks” I answered.

“Enjoy your lunch” she quipped, and walked away.

The chicken was exceptional. Tender chunks of white meat were perfectly steeped with sweet and sour sauce laden with whiskey. As I ate, I watched the townsfolk going to and fro in their daily routine of small city life, oblivious to the monster in their midst, and the fact that they were Its own private food supply.

The bill came. I wrote down a generous tip and signed my name. I placed my wallet back into my coat pocket and ripped the plastic wrapping of my fortune cookie. I took a bite out of one corner and as I chewed on the bland, crunchy wafer, I opened the strip of paper within. I read the line, and then I began to gag convulsively as I choked.

Are you gonna let Daddy fuck you?

The waitress and a couple of patrons close by reached me in an instant. I felt a couple of hard violent blows on my back and I began to gasp. The entire restaurant was now staring as I almost coughed up a lung. I was offered water, and after ten minutes that felt an eternity, I was finally able to speak and thank the large burly man who undoubtedly had left a bruise on my back. Embarrassed, I grabbed my book and left the restaurant.

I coughed all the way down Mall Road until I reached the Kissing Bridge. As I approached the domed entrance I stopped when I saw Pennywise standing on the other end, occupied with something as he reached high up the wall of the bridge. I strained to catch a glimpse of what he was doing, and I frowned with confusion upon realizing that he was carving the wall of the bridge. Suddenly, he turned towards me, waved, and scampered off laughing.

“Hey! Wait up!” I called out, running to him, but he was gone.

I looked up at the spot where he was carving, and I felt my heart skip a beat or two upon seeing the same childlike scribble that had followed me all day now engraved into the wood:

PeNny aNd LuS I laughed, long and hard. Laughed until my sides hurt and the coughing came back in hacking sobs. Tears poured from my eyes and I feared I would lose my chicken meal over the railing. It took great effort to calm my giggles but when they finally subsided I noticed the red balloon that was tied further down the railing. I walked towards it, greatly amused, and upon reaching it, I noticed another one tied up to a bush further away. As I made my way down, more balloons popped up. Pennywise was leading me somewhere. He guided me down a street called Kansas until the last balloon appeared next to a large Standpipe. I walked towards the water tower, hopeful to catch the clown and finally make him talk, but as I got nearer, I noticed that it was deserted. I walked around the large circular structure, peeking into bushes and behind benches, until I heard muffled sounds coming from behind the tower, somewhere in the overgrowth of its rear entrance. As I got closer, the sounds became clear moans and groans. The overgrowth rustled as I heard hard huffing and puffing. And then I saw…

There was a man and a woman hiding in the overgrowth, fucking hard. She was bent over a fallen tree and he stood behind her, pounding into her. I could hear the messy wet sloshing that mixed in with her wanton moans as she held on to the tree with one hand and touched herself with the other, bringing herself to climax. I held my breath at the lewd sight, watching the way his muscles rippled as he buried himself inside her over and over again. I couldn’t make out their faces, but I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. Her black hair hung over her face and her breasts bounced happily. I stifled a giggle and turned to walk away, but then I heard her speak:

“Fuck me Daddy”

Just then, she flipped her hair backwards, and I was looking at myself getting rammed from behind. The face of the man peeked from behind the bush, and I screamed upon seeing the face of my father looking back at me. He licked his lips in the most obscene way and began to fuck the woman, myself, even harder.

“How do you think your mother made you?” he panted “how do you think I made HER?”

I ran. The book I had checked out from the library fell from my hands as I fled from the horror of what I had seen. A crushing panic settled in my chest as I scrambled up the small hill. I was sobbing violently but no tears came as I tore through the small park toward the main road. When I finally reached the busy street I skidded to a sudden stop.

Pennywise stood directly on the other side, facing me. The cars, the town, the people disappeared and it was just he and I inside a bubble of time. His smile was most devious as he called out to me.

“Why you running, Lus? If you stay here with me you won’t have to fuck Daddy. Come join the clown, Lus. You can float with me. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you warm. Daddy won’t find you, I promise”

“It can’t be true!” I cried out, and the tears finally came.

“You wanna know the whole truth, Lus? Wanna know what really happened to Mommy?”

“M-m-om?” I stuttered.

My surroundings changed and shifted, and I was once again in the town of my childhood. I wore the puffy, blue sailor dress of that tragic day. The rainbow-colored cotton candy and the clown doll were clutched in my hands. The same birthday tiara rested on my head, and the white tights and patent leather shoes adorned my feet. I heard the rustle of the stiff petticoat beneath my dress as the warm, Argentinian breeze blew. I looked out and there was my mother, picking out a marionette from the circus tent full of toys. She reached into her pocketbook and pulled out the coins, placing them into the vendor’s hand. I took in the way her lilac dress conformed to every curve of her body, the way her flowing black hair tumbled down in waves to her waist. She was beautiful, my mother. Beautiful and cursed.

Pennywise stood next to her, not taking his eyes off of me. I gasped upon realizing I was once again in my dream, and that it was he who was making me relive the one memory I had fought my entire life to forget.

“Open your eyes, little Lus” he called out, waving his hands out as though about to perform a magnificent magic trick “blink, and you just might miss it!”

My mother turned towards me and smiled, pulling on the marionette’s strings to show me what she had purchased for me. I could feel my heart shatter as she moved to cross the street. The sounds of an engine approaching broke the stillness.

“Open your eyes Lus!” Pennywise called out to me once more, laughing maniacally.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed, reaching out with my hands.

Just as the truck came into view, time slowed down. The dull, sickening thud as the bumper made contact with my mother’s fragile body thumped in my ears, followed by a cracking sound as she was crushed under the wheels. But just before the truck disappeared, leaving the broken, lifeless body of my mother behind, I caught sight of something I had seen on that fateful day in November. Something I had never registered, or perhaps had been made to forget…

Sitting at the driver’s seat of the truck, was a black hood.

End of Chapter 4

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i was tagged by @jaetennys hi luv! thanks for tagging me ~💓

when was your first post of your current blog and what was it: umm. back in 2015, i posted a jungkook pic and literally captioned it as “i think i’m an ARMY now xD” … we don’t talk about that anymore.

do i like anybody: romantically? no.

height: 158 cm

past urls: @ glassykiss (we don’t talk about any of this)

meaning behind current url: jaemin biased ! i miss that kid so so much!

first person/thing you remember from your last dream: fuck i can’t remember anything

lucky/favourite number?: 97

what is your name: amanda

what are your nicknames: manda (just call me manda ~)

where were you born and raised: canada !

what is your star sign: libra ;-)

what was the last thing you bought: new earbuds

what’s your best features: ahah. do i even have one ? i like this beauty mark in between my collarbones ?

mac or pc: pc

ios or android: android

what’s your favourite season: autumn

where do you want to live: eh. i’m happy staying in Canada, i guess. idk bout change.

do you believe in heaven or hell: nope.

can you speak another language: yes ! french & mandarin

do you like your name: pft. um, i’m neutral. it’s just so awkward saying, “Hi, I’m Amanda.” like it doesn’t roll on the tongue easily.

who do you want to be closer to: my mutuals ;-) lol but on a serious note, probably just some of my friends. like, i still feel like i don’t know some of them well enough.

pen or pencil: pen. ink pen, specifically.

whats your love language: quality time… i guess?

what female celebrity do you wish was your sister: idk? maybe wendy from red velvet too. i just feel like we might be able to click? (tbh, i already have 2 sisters so i don’t really feel anything about wanting a sister.)

what male celebrity do you wish was your brother: johnny. hands down. no explanation needed. (i know a lot of people see him as hubby material but not for me lol)

i’ll tag @hyuniebuns @heartaeil @21497 @dongsookies @morkren @softtaeyongie @adorechenle @jaehyyunn @marqlees @localsmho @i-adore-jihansol

#don't have to do it if u don't wanna// already have #wish to get to know you guys better !#tagged #manda here

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Kriti Sanon’s Journey of Engineer-Actor, Falling in Love-Heartbreak Sums up This Decade as She Gears up For 2020

Kriti Sanon’s Journey of Engineer-Actor, Falling in Love-Heartbreak Sums up This Decade as She Gears up For 2020 - Kriti Sanon goes all emotional as she gears up for 2020, pens a detailed heartwarming note about all things personal and professional that sum up this decade for her Dropping down her walls for the first time ever on social media, Kriti Sanon unleashed her strong side as she went all vulnerable on the last day of 2019, reminiscing all things personal and professional that sum up this decade for her. Leaving fans emptying their stash of love over her detailed heartwarming note, Kriti showed the Internet her emotional side. Taking to her Instagram handle, Kriti shared the note that let fans in her decade journey from engineering days to modeling and finally acting. Featuring a picture of hers with a red spotlight falling directly on her face as she sat with eyes closed, deep in concentration and with a hint of a smile on her face, Kriti was seen donning a shimmery silver and green velvet ensemble. The post was captioned, “This decade is when it all happened! This decade completely changed my life!! In 2010, I realized that i wanted to act.. from being an engineer to a model to finally stepping into the world of my dreams as an actor! This decade has been soooo special- A decade of “dreams coming true”..A decade of self discovery, of finding my calling, figuring my craft and above all.. Following my heart .. I learned so much, got over some of my fears, opened up as a person, broadened my perspective, realized my wings, made amazing friends, fell in love, went through a heartbreak, moved on much stronger, worked my ass off and absolutely loved and lived every bit of it! This decade has given me experiences that have made me who i am today.. ME.. standing tall(literally) with no regrets, with a Heart that’s more alive and Determination that’s hungrier than ever before..!! Can’t thank you guys enough for being a part of this journey so far and giving me so much love! 2020- Bring it on!! (sic).” https://www.instagram.com/p/B6uqhDYA_83/ On the professional front, Kriti was last seen in Ashutosh Gowarikar’s historical war drama, Panipat: The Great Betrayal. Panipat presents the fierce journey of Sadashiv Rao Bhau (Arjun Kapoor), the Commander-in-Chief of the Maratha Army who leads a northern expedition to fight off the invading forces of Ahmad Shah Abdali (Sanjay Dutt), the King of Afghanistan. On the other ‘Parvati Bai’ (Kriti Sanon) the queen of the reign also fights along with the brave warrior ‘Sadashiv Rao Bhau’ in the battle against the forces of Ahmad Shah Abdali. The war drama dictates the events that lead to the ‘Third battle of Panipat.’ Apart from the three main characters, Panipat also features many prominent names playing important roles in the film. While Padmani Kolhapure essays the character of Gopika Bai in the film, veteran actor Zeenat Aman is seen as Sakeena Begum. Mohnish Bahl, Milind Gunaji, Nawab Shah, Mir Sarwar, Mantra and Kunal Kapoor are other actors in the film. The historical drama produced and directed by Ashutosh Gowariker hit the screen on December 6 but failed to impress the box office. She will be next seen in Mimi produced by Dinesh Vijan in association with Jio Studios. The film is based on a Marathi film Mala Aai Bhaaychy, which also won the National Award for Best Feature Film in Marathi in 2011. Talking about the film Vijan said in a statement, “There’s a thrill in telling poignant stories and then there’s a thrill in telling ones that are based on true events. Mimi is one such tale. It explores a beautiful relationship between a woman who never wanted to be a mother and one who can’t wait to be one. What’s unexpected about the story is the humorous vein that runs through it and that’s what makes Mimi exciting.” Kriti Sanon’s Journey of Engineer-Actor, Falling in Love-Heartbreak Sums up This Decade as She Gears up For 2020 Read the full article

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~ Issue # 39 ~ Interlude: Heaven's Wake ~

PAGE 1, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Similar to panel 1 of issues #1, 17 and 32. Wide shot of space with stars and pulsars, and full of swirling, colours and great gaseous clouds. The top of the Earth, the northern hemisphere, is at the bottom of the panel. Above it in the centre of the panel is what appears to be a rip in space, filled with a dazzling golden and white light that pours from it.

CAPTION: “How old are the stars, brother?”

CAPTION: “Older than even we can imagine, Sariel.”

PAGE 1, PANEL 2

Page width panel. We in close now, on the rip in space, with just the very tip of Earth’s northern hemisphere at the bottom of the panel. The whole of the panel is fainter and we’re closer to the golden and white light.

CAPTION: “There’s so many, shouldn’t we be out there. There’s so much to explore.”

CAPTION: “The universe is vast. Once we were spread far out among the stars.”

PAGE 1, PANEL 3

Page width panel. We’re going into the light with the stars of space now only faint at the edges of the panel. The centre of the panel is almost a whiteout but we can see the faint but distinct shape of the Crystal City.

CAPTION: “But that was long ago.”

PAGE 2, PANEL 1

SPLASH: In the foreground is a steep hill. Sat on this hill, in a full shot, from behind are Abbadon and Sariel. Their figures and wings silhouetted against the evening sunset that’s ahead of them. Their view looking across the green sea to the Crystal City, rising up out of the water. Vast towers, huge domes and high spires.

CAPTION: Before The War.

SARIEL: Why? Why stop? We are angels. We should fly among the stars.

ABBADON: Because our Elders are afraid.

SARIEL: Afraid?

PAGE 2, PANEL 2

Three panels on this bottom tier. Low ground level shot of them sat on the hill, with the grass in the foreground partly obscuring our view. Behind the glow of sunset is fading into twilight.

ABBADON: Of the Dark.

ABBADON: Before they knew of the Dark their curiosity of the universe knew no bounds. But now they live in fear of the unknown.

ABBADON: And it has made them weak and self involved.

PAGE 2, PANEL 3

Head to chest profile shot of them, with Abbadon in the foreground.

SARIEL: Angels should be fearless.

ABBADON: Perhaps with angels such as you, sister, we will be again one day.

PAGE 2, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel but with Sariel now turned, looking at Abbadon, surprised.

SARIEL: Me?

ABBADON: Yes, I believe you are destined for great things, young one.

PAGE 2, PANEL 5

Half page vertical panel. Full shot of them from behind, sat on the hill, the sky beyond the Crystal City now a full twilight with stars above.

ABBADON: Many great things.

PAGE 3, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: Opens with the aftermath of a major battle that has raged in the sky above the city, with bloodied angels fallen far to the roofs of the buildings and the ground below. Flames engulf some of the buildings with black smoke pluming up and there’s also smoke trails across the sky’s horizon.

ARTIST NOTE: The Chapter title Interlude: Heaven’s Wake is written horizontally across the orange and purple sky of the horizon.

ARTIST NOTE: The inserts are to be read vertically on the right of Panel 1.

QUOTE: When angels and gods fall, Heaven will surely follow.

CAPTION: The Last Days Of The War.

PAGE 3, PANEL 2

Insert.

Three panels on this vertical tier. Head to waist shot of Lucy in her original guise of Lucifer, wings aloft, in full golden angelic armour, arms held at her side as she swoops downward to the city. Her face is smoke stained and there’s a bloody gash on her forehead.

PAGE 3, PANEL 3

Insert.

Full shot of her swooping in for a landing into the amphitheatre of the Celestial Gardens first seen in issue # 32. It’s now in ruins and battle scorched and one of the huge crystal statues of the archangels has been partly shattered. Azael and Eli are waiting in full armour. There’s a twilight like hue to these panels.

CAPTION: The Celestial Gardens.

PAGE 3, PANEL 4

Insert.

Head to waist shot of Lucy in the foreground, now landed and walking, looking very much a battle wearied leader, determined but tired, with both Azael and Eli walking just slightly behind her.

LUCY: What news, Azael?

AZAEL: We’re holding the line for now, but I’m not sure for how much longer.

PAGE 4, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Similar to the previous panel but now they are going through an archway into more of a botanic garden.

LUCY: We just need to hold out long enough. Once we have the full support of the outer provinces Abbadon can finally put …

AZAEL: The outer provinces have fallen.

PAGE 4, PANEL 2

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Lucy glancing behind herself.

LUCY: What? Are you saying Metatron is attacking civilians now?

PAGE 4, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Full profile shot of Lucy and Eli facing Azael. Azael on the left of the panel and Lucy and Eli on the right.

AZAEL: He’s attacking any province he believes may support us.

AZAEL: I believe the council are beginning to anticipate Abbadon’s tactics.

LUCY: Then maybe it’s time my brother changed his tactics.

PAGE 4, PANEL 4

In the foreground is a head to chest shot of Azael walking away, with Lucy and Eli in a full shot behind her, looking on thoughtfully.

LUCY: This is insanity. The outer provinces don’t even have the resources to pose a threat. Is this really what we’ve come to now?

ELI: This whole thing is insanity. If you ask me this is a war none of us is going to win.

PAGE 4, PANEL 5

Page width panel. Head to waist shot of them both, Lucy looking up thoughtfully, with the botanic garden in the background.

LUCY: For once, Eli, I hope you’re wrong.

PAGE 5, PANEL 1

SPLASH: Overhead shot of the Library of Dreams, which in shape is a crystal building very much like the New York Library of the present day, but more ancient and unearthly looking. Gabriel is exiting, walking down the steps to the street where an acolyte of the Oracle is waiting, dressed in silken white and velvet red robes.

ARTIST NOTE: These panels are bathed in the deep blue of late evening/ early night.

CAPTION: Before The War.

CAPTION: The Library Of Dreams.

ACOLYTE: Greetings, Lord Morningstar.

PAGE 5, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full profile shot of Gabriel and the acolyte facing each other. Gabriel on the left of the panel and the acolyte on the right, bowing.

GABRIEL: Good evening. Forgive me, have we met?

ACOLYTE: Not as yet. I am an acolyte of the Oracle.

PAGE 5, PANEL 3

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other, the acolyte no longer bowing, with the steps behind.

GABRIEL: Of course, my apologies.

ACOLYTE: No apologies needed, Lord.

PAGE 5, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel, but now it’s a closer head to chest shot of them.

GABRIEL: Why are you here, acolyte?

ACOLYTE: I am here for you, Lord.

GABRIEL: Me?

PAGE 5, PANEL 5

Head to chest face on shot of the acolyte staring at him, eyes shining like stars.

ACOLYTE: The Oracle requires a meeting.

PAGE 6, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Full profile shot of them facing each other.

GABRIEL: I was under the impression the Oracle did not summon anyone.

ACOLYTE: It is not a summons, simply a request.

PAGE 6, PANEL 2

Similar to the previous panel, full profile shot but perhaps a little closer.

GABRIEL: Regardless, acolyte, angels go to the Oracle and request a meeting, do they not? Surely this is the way it has always been.

PAGE 6, PANEL 3

Head to waist shot of them with Gabriel frowning in clear confusion.

ACOLYTE: It has not happened for a very long time.

GABRIEL: Then why now?

ACOLYTE: I am not privy to such matters, Lord. I am but a messenger.

PAGE 6, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Gabriel has no patience for this. He is now suddenly looking very remote and regal, seeming very much a Lord, towering over the acolyte, who is in the foreground.

GABRIEL: Please return to your master, acolyte. Convey my apologies, for I cannot grant its request. I have no interest in what is to come.

GABRIEL: I am interested only in now.

PAGE 6, PANEL 5

Forehead to chin shot of the acolyte, his face now filling up the whole panel.

ACOLYTE: I am afraid you do not understand, Lord. The Oracle has foreseen a meeting between you, so in essence it has already happened.

PAGE 6, PANEL 6

In the foreground of the panel is a head to waist shot of Gabriel walking away and in the background is the acolyte left standing by the steps.

GABRIEL: I will be the judge of that, acolyte.

PAGE 7, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Morning. On the left of the panel is a full shot of Gabriel, stood outside a kind of ancient cottage, which sits at the top of a gently sloping dusty hill. He’s dressed very much like a 19th century land owner, with a loose white shirt, dark trousers and boots.

Lucy, in full shot on the right of the panel walking up the hill, dressed in an early version of more familiar modern clothes. In the background are the rolling hills of a wide valley of both dust and grass.

CAPTION: The Last Days Of The War.

CAPTION: The Border Colonies.

GABRIEL: Sister, it is good to see you. It has been too long.

PAGE 7, PANEL 2

Two panels on this tier. A closer shot of them now, still a full profile shot, but now Lucy is stood a few feet away from Gabriel.

LUCY: Yes, it has.

GABRIEL: You are well, and the others?

LUCY: I guess you could say we’ve been better. A lot better.

PAGE 7, PANEL 3

Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other, Lucy glaring at Gabriel.

GABRIEL: Is there a problem?

LUCY: Yes, there’s a problem. What are you doing here?

GABRIEL: This is my home now.

PAGE 7, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist shot of Lucy staring.

LUCY: WinterSong is your home. The Crystal City is your home.

PAGE 7, PANEL 5

Head and shoulder semi - profile shot of Gabriel, looking away sadly.

GABRIEL: Since this began they no longer feel like home to me. I no longer recognise any of what I once loved so dearly.

PAGE 8, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Lucy, slightly looking away, almost as if she’s afraid of his answer.

LUCY: And us? Your family, do you still recognise us?

PAGE 8, PANEL 2

Head to chest profile shot of them both now, staring at each other.

GABRIEL: I cannot condone what you are doing if that is what you are asking.

LUCY: It’s not. I’m asking if you still care about your family.

GABRIEL: Of course. How can you question that?

PAGE 8, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Forehead to chest semi - profile shot of Lucy.

LUCY: Because everyday we’re fighting in a war we may not come back from. Honestly, if you ask me now if Abbadon was right, then I’m not sure anymore. All I know is that my family is caught up in this madness, and whether this war is right or wrong it’s them I’m fighting for now, I’m fighting to keep our family safe.

PAGE 8, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel, but perhaps now in a little bit closer.

LUCY: Things are going to get far worse before they get any better, so you have a decision to make, dear brother, fight for your family or stand by that conscious of yours you cherish so much.

PAGE 8, PANEL 5

Page width panel. Similar to panel 1 of page 7, though now Lucy, in full profile shot, is walking away from the cottage and Gabriel, down the dusty slope. This panel essentially bookends the scene.

CAPTION: “Either I’ll see you again or I won’t. I’ll leave you to decide.”

PAGE 9, PANEL 1

Page width panel. In the foreground is the steep hill Abbadon and Sariel were sat on in page 2. Now stood on it, in full shot from behind is Lucy, her figure silhouetted against the evening sunset. Her view looking out across the green sea to the Crystal City, which rises up out of the water, with its vast towers, huge domes and high spires. In front of her is now a headstone like crystal, which is a memorial to Sariel, as becomes clear later in the issue.

CAPTION: Before The War.

PAGE 9, PANEL 2

Three panels on this vertical tier. Full profile shot of Lucy mostly silhouetted with her hand placed tenderly on the headstone like crystal.

PAGE 9, PANEL 3

Full shot of her climbing the steps to the front entrance of Wintersong. The snow surrounding her home bathed in evening’s glow.

PAGE 9, PANEL 4

Overhead view of her now inside of WinterSong. She’s climbing a crystal spiral staircase to the first floor, the red glow shining in.

PAGE 9, PANEL 5

Three panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of her now entering her bedroom with its elaborate four poster like bed, which apart from the crystal surrounding is very much like our beds of today. The red glow falling in through a balcony window.

PAGE 9, PANEL 6

Head to waist shot of her reflected in the mirror she’s stood in front of. In her hands she’s holding an angelic blade, looking at it thoughtfully.

PAGE 9, PANEL 7

Head to chest shot of her reflected in the mirror, holding the angelic blade to her face, cutting its tip into her skin just under her left eye. This is the point where we realise she is creating her tear drop tattoo.

PAGE 10, PANEL 1

Full page vertical panel. It’s late evening, with a purple and orange sky that’s mottled with grey clouds and just a hint of the approaching night.

Against the sky is the city’s Cloister Tower as first seen in issue # 32, with its distinctive arched top. It has a balcony with balustrade on each side and also surrounding walkway. Stood silhouetted on one of the balconies are both Gabriel and Abbadon.

CAPTION: Before The War.

CAPTION: The Cloister Tower.

ABBADON: So, are you here to stop me, brother?

GABRIEL: No, I only come to caution you. The Council is watching you very closely now.

PAGE 10, PANEL 2

Two half page panels on this vertical tier. Full profile shot of Gabriel and Abbadon on the balcony, looking out over the city, hair and robes blowing in the wind. Abbadon is stood in the foreground of the panel.

ABBADON: They are worried, brother, as well they should be, for support in my favour grows stronger with every passing day.

GABRIEL: And what will you do with it, I wonder, with the power this will bring you.

PAGE 10, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel, but now it’s a head to waist shot of them.

ABBADON: I will change things for the better, the Council no longer understands its own people. They will pay for that arrogance.

GABRIEL: And what about Him, doesn’t he get a say?

PAGE 11, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Abbadon with the orange and purple sky shown behind him.

ABBADON: If he had wanted a say, he would have done so by now. It has always been his way for us to fight our own battles, has it not.

PAGE 11, PANEL 2

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel with the sky behind him.

GABRIEL: Battles, brother? And once the remnants of the Council are swept away, what then?

PAGE 11, PANEL 3

Page width panel. Head to waist shot of them, with Abbadon in the foreground.

ABBADON: We begin anew.

GABRIEL: Without a Council?

ABBADON: With whatever the people deem to be right.

PAGE 11, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel.

GABRIEL: The Council will not give up their power easily, nor will those loyal to them. Are you truly prepared to go down such a path?

PAGE 11, PANEL 5

Close up forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Abbadon, his face filling the panel.

ABBADON: I am prepared for anything, brother.

PAGE 12, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. A sky full of stars, but at the centre is a space of complete blackness, no stars, a void of nothing.

CAPTION: The Last Days Of The War.

PAGE 12, PANEL 2

Head to waist shot of Abbadon swooping from the blackness of the Dark and into the sanctuary of the starry night, his hands at his side, his stare determined, his eyes dark and full of a grim intent.

PAGE 12, PANEL 3

Full profile shot of him now stood on the hill where he once sat with Sariel, gazing upon the crystal like headstone memorial for her. There’s a twilight like hue to these panels, the grey gradually seeping in.

GABRIEL ( O.P ): You still go to the Dark then. How long before you are also lost, brother?

PAGE 12, PANEL 4

Two panels on this tier. Full profile shot of Gabriel stood behind him and Abbadon now turned to face him after hearing his voice.

ABBADON: I am not like you, brother, I cannot forget so easily.

GABRIEL: I have not forgotten. I simply accept that she is lost to us.

PAGE 12, PANEL 5

Full shot of Abbadon in front of the memorial, indicating to it with his hand. We can now see the angelic symbols written on it.

ABBADON: She is not dead. I will not believe this is all that is left.

PAGE 12, PANEL 6

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders profile shot of Gabriel.

GABRIEL: Why will you not grieve for her, accept her passing as we have.

PAGE 12, PANEL 7

Head to waist shot of Abbadon staring down at his upturned hands.

ABBADON: I will not accept that she is dead, not until I hold her lifeless body in these hands.

PAGE 13, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Full shot of Gabriel and Abbadon facing each other, with the twilight sky growing darker behind them.

GABRIEL: And this rebellion of yours. Do you think Sariel would be in favour of what has happened?

ABBADON: This conflict was inevitable, brother, you know this.

ABBADON: Its time has long been coming.

PAGE 13, PANEL 2

Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other, a few feet between them.

GABRIEL: And you had to be the one to lead it?

ABBADON: If not I, then who?

PAGE 13, PANEL 3

Two panels on this vertical tier. Low angled head to waist shot of Abbadon staring demandingly at Gabriel for an answer to his question.

ABBADON: Why are you really here, brother?

PAGE 13, PANEL 4

Forehead to shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel, partly in shadow.

GABRIEL: Because I should be. I do not agree with what you are doing, but I realise now I was wrong to turn away. My place is at my family’s side no matter what.

GABRIEL: If I fight for anything I should fight for that. I will see this through to the end with you no matter where the path leads us.

PAGE 13, PANEL 5

Half page vertical panel. Full profile shot of them stood together on the hill, mostly silhouetted, Sariel’s memoriam in front of them as they look over the peaceful sea to the Crystal City, with the twilight sky growing dark and a starry night above.

ABBADON: Then let us begin.

PAGE 14, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Exterior shot of The Singing Citadel. One of the largest and highest buildings, with its three huge high crystal towers, domes and spires. It’s evening, with a purple and orange sky.

CAPTION: Before The War.

CAPTION: The Singing Citadel.

ABBADON ( O.P ): With what right have you brought me here against my will?

JEREMIEL ( O.P ): You have been brought before this council to answer to the charges of which you have been accused, Lord Morningstar, that of sedition.

PAGE 14, PANEL 2

Page width panel. In the foreground is a full shot of Abbadon from behind, stood in the high circular chamber of the High Council and surrounded by three angels in golden angelic armour, the tallest of who is General Oberon, who has angelic symbols on his armour.

In the background are the rest of the Arch angels, the council, sat on their high podium like chairs and behind them more angels on staggered stone pews, with surrounding arched windows. Full shot of Jeremiel, stood on the chamber floor, facing Abbadon.

ABBADON: Is it now considered sedition to speak out with free will?

JEREMIEL: Free will is not in question, but you were told to remain silent in regards the disappearance of your sister, and to stay away from the Dark.

ABBADON: I will not deny her.

PAGE 14, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Full shot of Jeremiel, walking around Abbadon, his chief accuser, confident in the power he wields.

JEREMIEL: We would never request that of you. You were simply instructed not to speak of the matter again for the greater good.

PAGE 14, PANEL 4

Head to waist shot of Abbadon staring defiantly at Jeremiel, the golden evening light shining through the arched window and falling over him.

ABBADON: She is not dead.

PAGE 15, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full profile shot of Abbadon stood looking up at Uriel.

URIEL: She was lost to the Dark. How could it possibly be anything else.

ABBADON: How can you be so sure that those lost to the Dark are gone forever. We know almost nothing of the Dark, which is perhaps why you fear it.

URIEL: We fear it because many of our kind have never returned from it.

PAGE 15, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Similar to the previous panel, but now the shot has widened out and we see both Ambriel, the Angel of Death and Duma, also sat on a podium, again looking very similar to how they looked in Volume One, where we first encountered them.

ABBADON: That fear is also useful though, is it not?

DUMA: How so?

ABBADON: Fear can be a very affective instrument in the wielding of power. If the people live in fear, then they look to you for guidance, do they not?

URIEL: What are you suggesting?

PAGE 15, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Abbadon.

ABBADON: I am suggesting that if the unknown became known that fear would no longer exist.

PAGE 15, PANEL 4

Head to waist shot of Ambriel, gazing down at Abbadon, showing no emotion.

AMBRIEL: Do you think us monsters? This is not about us wielding power, Lord Morningstar, it is about keeping our people safe.

PAGE 15, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to chest semi - profile shot of Abbadon looking up.

ABBADON: How safe are they truly if they are blinded to what is beyond this city.

PAGE 15, PANEL 6

Full shot of Jeremiel leant forward now, very close to Abbadon, staring intensely.

JEREMIEL: Lord Morningstar, our ancient laws exist for a reason and they have existed for a millennia. It is sheer arrogance to believe that you alone should be the one to break them. This council has been patient, we have given you time to grieve, to give up this search, but still, you have not heeded our warnings.

PAGE 16, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: It’s an open page. At the top is a full shot of Abbadon facing Jeremiel, his anger barely being contained. This shot is relegated to the top of the page with the rest of the page open, bordering the panels/ inserts which are to be read vertically.

JEREMIEL: You have wilfully ignored our command, our seat of power. You were brought here because you returned to the Dark against our wishes, and worse, you have publicly questioned our decisions within the hallowed halls of the Ancient Forum itself.

JEREMIEL: If you do not repent here and now and recant those words spoken publicly then we will have no choice but to arrest you.

PAGE 16, PANEL 2

Insert.

Head to waist semi - profile shot of Abbadon, his figure half lost to shadow and the golden evening light, his eyes burning with anger.

ABBADON: Arrest me? And this comes from the Highest Authority.

PAGE 16, PANEL 3

Insert.

Close shot of Jeremiel, forehead to chin, his eyes intense, his face filling up the panel.

JEREMIEL: It does. He understands what is necessary for the greater good.

JEREMIEL: If necessary we will put both you and Lady Morningstar on trial, to show the people how disloyalty is dealt with.

PAGE 16, PANEL 4

Insert.

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Abbadon, his stare intense.

ABBADON: Lucifer is not a part of this.

PAGE 17, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Head to chest shot of Jeremiel bathed in the evening light.

JERMIEL: She has also spoken out against us in the Ancient Forum.

PAGE 17, PANEL 2

Head and shoulders profile shot of Abbadon glaring fiercely at Jeremiel.

ABBADON: In support of me, yes. Your fight is with me, not her, not my family.

PAGE 17, PANEL 3

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Jeremiel, partly in shadow.

JEREMIEL: I am afraid, Lord Morningstar, that is it you who has brought her into this. Our soldiers are already approaching WinterSong.

PAGE 17, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Full shot of Abbadon from behind, looking up at the council as they look impassively down at him.

ABBADON: When I came here today I hoped that this council would perhaps finally see reason, that you could somehow see beyond your petty concerns, your ignorance and your corrupt politics.

ABBADON: It was a small hope, I knew that, but it still saddens me that I was right all along, that this council is incapable of change.

PAGE 17, PANEL 5

Full profile shot of Abbadon and Jeremiel facing each other, bathed in the evening light.

ABBADON: It saddens me, after everything, that it has come to this.

JEREMIEL: As it does us. But we see no other way.

PAGE 17, PANEL 6

Head to chest semi - profile shot of Abbadon, head bowed, eyes full of dark intent.

ABBADON: You misunderstand me, Jeremiel, I do not refer to my own situation.

PAGE 18, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Similar to the page 17, panel 5, but now a head to waist shot, with General Oberon now seen behind Abbadon.

JEREMIEL: I do not understand.

ABBADON: You understand nothing! And that is your undoing.

JEREMIEL: General Oberon, restrain Lord Morningstar. Do it now.

PAGE 18, PANEL 2

Head to waist shot of Abbadon and General Oberon from behind. Neither he nor the other soldiers are moving. Jeremiel is facing them, confused as to why his command isn’t being followed.

JEREMIEL: General?

PAGE 18, PANEL 3

Similar to page 17, panel 6, a head to chest profile shot of Abbadon.

ABBADON: Did it not occur to you that in planning against your greatest general, your greatest strategist, that I would not have seen this coming.

PAGE 18, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist semi - profile shot of Abbadon, who in one sudden move has gripped Jeremiel by the throat.

JEREMIEL: You cannot … urghh.

PAGE 18, PANEL 5

Full profile shot of Abbadon, calmly still holding Jeremiel by the throat, and now also holding him several feet off the floor as well.

ABBADON: See how defenceless you truly are, Jeremiel. Where is your power now?

JEREMIEL: This is betrayal. This is rebellion.

PAGE 18, PANEL 6

Close shot of Abbadon, forehead to chin semi - profile shot of him looking up at Jeremiel, his eyes intense, his face filling up the panel.

ABBADON: No, this is meant.

PAGE 19, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full exterior shot of WinterSong, partly in ruins, both it and the surrounding landscape scorched from the bombardment its receiving as balls of energy reign from a sky full of angels

CAPTION: The Last Days Of The War

S.F.X: Thud! Thud!

GABRIEL ( O.P ): Abbadon, this is madness. How much longer do you think we can hold out? We should leave while we still can.

ABBADON ( O.P ): No!

GABRIEL ( O.P ): Our army is defeated, our generals dead or imprisoned.

PAGE 19, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full profile shot of Gabriel confronting Abbadon in the main chamber of WinterSong, with its church like ceiling and open space. The chamber is full of dust and debris. Both are bloodied. Behind them stand an equally bloodied Lucy and Absalom, holding up Sam, who’s been badly wounded.

S.F.X: Crack!

GABRIEL: What is there left that we can possibly do?

ABBADON: Fight. We can still fight.

GABRIEL: For what, our cause is lost, we are already defeated!

ABBADON: We cannot give up, not now, not after everything.

PAGE 19, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders profile shot of Gabriel and Abbadon facing each other. Abbadon’s face full of anger as part of the wall and the ceiling is collapsing behind them.

S.F.X: Rumble …

GABRIEL: We have no choice.

GABRIEL: WinterSong is about to fall. if we stay we fall with it.

PAGE 19, PANEL 4

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Gabriel staring at his brother.

GABRIEL: Decide now, brother. Fight for a cause that is lost or save your family.

PAGE 20

ARTIST NOTE: There’s no borders as such on these two pages. Each image bleeds into the other. There’s a very fluid feel to how they flow together, almost like they’re paintings where the colours are running into each other. The colours here are bolder too.

ARTIST NOTE: Hopefully we can do something different with the Oracle’s dialogue, either a different font or perhaps free floating.

IMAGE 1

Page width image. Our first sight of the Oracle is from behind sat on a stone seat, with flowing dark blue robes and no wings. Its head is mostly in silhouette where we impossibly seem to be seeing the profile of a face on either side of its head. It is sat in crystal chamber and in the background Gabriel is entering through an archway. There’s no colour to the Oracle. It’s almost a pencil drawing, almost translucent against the bolder colours surrounding it.

CAPTION: Before The War.

GABRIEL: I have come as you requested.

THE ORACLE: I did not request it. I simply foresaw it.

GABRIEL: Nevertheless, I am here.

IMAGE 2

Two images on this tier. Full profile shot of Gabriel and the Oracle facing each other, a good few feet apart, the Oracle mostly silhouetted.

THE ORACLE: Though you did not expect to be.

GABRIEL: I did not expect my brother to begin a rebellion.

IMAGE 3

Head to waist shot of the Oracle, now partly in the light. We see it has three separate faces, one each facing left and right, the other where a face would normally be. None of its faces has any eyes, just skin over the sockets, a small nose, thin mouth and no hair. Being translucent we see the back of the stone seat behind it and there’s also an arched window behind that resembles the Egyptian symbol of the All Seeing Eye which looks out into the cosmos.

THE ORACLE: Didn’t you? In my experience we see only what we wish.

IMAGE 4

Two images on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel, his head bowed, his shame clear in his expression.

GABRIEL: It is true, I have always been weary of my brother’s views, opposed them even, but I never anticipated he would go this far.

IMAGE 5

Similar to image 3, but now we’re closer and it’s a head and shoulders shot.

THE ORACLE: And now you come to me because you fear the future he may have created for your family.

PAGE 21

IMAGE 1

Two images on this top tier. Head to chest shot of Gabriel, behind him the background is beginning to fade and change, reality transforming, though he is clearly unaware of it as yet.

GABRIEL: I fear for the future of all angels.

IMAGE 2

Forehead to mouth semi - profile shot of the Oracle as reality also blurs behind it.

THE ORACLE: Then let me show you a glimpse of that future, Lord Morningstar.

IMAGE 3

SPLASH: This splash panel is bordered by the window that resembles the symbol of the All Seeing Eye. In the centre is a head to chest shot of Gabriel looking up in horror. Around him are images of bloodied angels battling bloodied angels above the Crystal City, with the great Valkyrie Ships firing at each other in a gigantic sky battle over a burning Asgard. As well as a head and shoulders shot of a bloodied Odin and Thor, and in the foreground, looking very much a general in a war, is a full shot of Abbadon.

PAGE 22, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: Sunset, the sun dipping behind the mountains. In the foreground is a full shot of the Morningstar family from behind, stood on a snowy hilltop, looking out to where WinterSong is burning. Gabriel and Absalom are holding the wounded Sam up, while Lucy and Abbadon are stood just in front of them.

PAGE 22, PANEL 2

Insert.

Head and shoulders profile shot of Lucy and Abbadon, with Abbadon in the foreground.

ARTIST NOTE: The insert is in the bottom right corner of panel 1.

CAPTION: The Last Days Of The War.

LUCY: So, what now?

ABBADON: Now we begin again.

( Taken from Volume Four: Gods, Monsters & Men )

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pairing: (oot) zelda/link rating: k summary: what can i say fantasizing about your crush is DANGEROUS a/n: based 100% off of this artwork from gathino i have honestly been obsessed with it since the very beginning of my zelink days and i highly encourage you to check out the rest of their work a/n2: it’s been uh 6 months and i actually wrote this in march lol hey guys whats up send me prompts ;)))) enjoy!~~

Many times, he finds himself dreaming of her face.

Thoughts and images of her constantly plague him. He pictures her skin, so soft in most places yet secretly calloused from years masquerading as Sheik. He thinks of her hair, golden and blonde, waterfalling around her neck and dripping down her back. The swell of her hips, the gentle curve of her shoulders. But most often, he sees her face, so vividly.

Her eyes usually conceptualize first; brilliantly blue, like a Spiritual Stone all their own. Then, admittedly, comes her mouth: a soft peach shade donning small lips, usually curved upwards (when he’s around). He has her memorized: the lines of her face, the hollows of her cheeks, the pout of her mouth, the brilliance of her eyes.

When he hears her laugh, it is the worst kind of infectious; it is velvet and akin to the bells in the Clock Tower, chiming over and over. Her concentration is respectable; her lips frame downward and her brow arches together and you can also see the gears grinding, and yet she is elegant and regal. And when she smiles, he feels like heartache and his breath quicken and his confidence shoot.

His thoughts of her are sporadic, and they are varied. Often, he finds his mind wandering to her at perhaps inappropriate times. She floats in while he listens to the summer breeze, when he runs drills, pretensing the throes of sleep.

And when he is deep in the forest, and one miscalculated step sends a rogue arrow directly towards him, his last conscious thought is of her; bright and beaming.

----

She pauses in front of the door, allowing her breath and her mind to catch up with her. She is composed; externally, that is. News of the Captain’s injury barely reached her the tips of her ears before she sprang (more like quickly rose) up, abandoning whatever duties she was tending too, it didn’t matter. Her feet carried her to the infirmary wing without missing a beat.

A calculated glance to the side reminds her that she was not alone (she never is). Two guards flank her side and she notes one more posted outside of his door as she draws near. She flinches at the thought of Link needing someone else’s protection, but tries to remind herself that this is a hospital and he is the Caption and that it isn’t that unusual... is it?

Of course, she thinks, she wouldn’t know. Link has never been hurt in the field before.

With one gloved palm grasped around the door handle, she speaks automatically with firm authority, “Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all. I have important matters to discuss with the Captain. I have already arranged for an escort back to the castle.”

Normally, brief opposition might be given at such a request, but they know subjects dealing with the Captain cannot be persuaded. The three men nod, echoing a brief “As you command, your Highness,” leaving her in an empty corridor.

Zelda’s eyes bore into the door and confusion sweeps over her. Discomfort in the unknown isn’t unusual, but it is unfamiliar to the supposed Keeper of Wisdom. She’s supposed to be knowledgeable and calculating, but in this moment, she feels a thick confoundedness. She is certain of only one thing.

He always reminds her of her bravery, her own courage. She always meanders, blything agreeing but truth be told, in this moment she knows no valor.

She thinks of the last time she saw him, no more than two fortnights prior. Rushing off in Hyrule’s, in her defense, always, blindly. To the borders, yes, to deal with some rudimentary skirmishes with bandits. Easy job, in his line of work. Yet resulting in an injury severe enough to warrant infirmary admittance...

She feels his hands caressing the contours of her face, his eyes sure and strong, his voice steady. “Be brave.”

Deep breath; her heart pounds as she opens the door, allowing hope to brainwash her.

That optimism vanishes once she spots him.

She begins her examination at the foot of his bed; both legs present and accounted for, thank the Goddesses. She works up his torso, uncovered by blankets but shrouded in bandages. Cherry red wounds have been added to his collection, spotting along his chest and arms. All things considered, he looks relatively okay. She wonders why the page made this sound so urgent, and then her eyes grace his face.

Shaggy hair tries to conceal the plethora of gauze covering his left eye. His exposed eye is confined by purple and red; he hasn’t slept. He musters a small smile, and though it is tiny, it is genuine.

She feels bile rise in her throat.

He must have been expecting her, because he immediately speaks. A hoarse, too hoarse, “How’s it going?” escapes from his lips. His tone echos against the walls and around the floor. She is without words.

Shaky legs carry her to his bedside, sinking herself into the sheets. It is worse up close. More cuts, more blood, more dirt. She curses herself; she should have known better, should have known better. No man is invincible, not the Hero of Time, not Link.

He looks at her like she is an enigma, like she is a goddess. Eyes alight with admiration and love.

She has never felt more helpless.

Carefully, as though she might break him more, she fits her palm to the bandaged side of his face. Gloved fingers press around his ears and through his hair; she feels him melt into her and his hand steady her waist.

For a long time, or maybe for a brief moment, she just stares at him, until she finally speaks. “Your eye...” Her thumbs gently trace the edge of the patch.

He laughs. “Yeah... I was, uh, kinda hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

She frowns, but he doesn’t let up. “It’s actually quite embarrassing,” he pauses, “We’d barely spoken before I left and now for you to see me like this...” His head turns and his eye wanders away from her, in shame.

“Link...”

Just in time, he faces her straight on, seeing her composure fail and tears break in jagged lines across her skin. She begins to shake and weeps overcome her form, and he usurps her in his arms.

The final straw; she loses it, and as powerless as she feels, she draws strength from him once again. She’s lost count. Her face pressed into his chest and his hands surround her as she cries.

They stay like this for a while, curled into one form, fishing courage from each other. Eventually, her sobs quiet into sniffles, and then nothing at all. He rubs her back, and she strokes his back. He smiles into her hair, breathing in her scent.

With a sad smile, she looks up at him. “Be brave.”

He reminds her, “I’ve been through worse.”

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