#just imagine a mamma mia setting

[leaving-fragments]

when i was like eleven years old i made up a mamma mia style musical, except instead of abba songs it was the minutes to midnight album. i don't think i have reached the same level of genius since

[rosemarydisaster]

Reverse Mamma Mia Batman Au.

Think about it: It's Bruce's and Selina's wedding. Harley is trying to help with the invites so she just sends them to all of Bruce's contacts, which include his exs. Cue to Talia Al Gul, Janet Drake, Catherine Todd (She's Jason's Bio mum in this) and Mary Grayson showing up with dark haired boys with blueish eyes. When talking about their ages somehow it always tracks back to the time he was around their mothers.

So now Bruce and Alfred must find if any (or how many) of them are their bio sons all the while trying to keep Selina unaware (He doesn't even know why they're here). The Gotham city sirens are Donna and the Dinamos. At some point Selina gets upset that her fiance seems to be ignoring her and senses there's something afoot, so she and the girls get into detective mode.

The funniest part is the kids would also notice the weirdness and start investigating on their own. At some point they try to set up Bruce with their mothers (because in their mind he must choose the one that he had a child with). Bruce tries to do damage control and investigate, while hilariously the Sirens always get enough bits and pieces to think Bruce is cheating.

Mary Grayson spends their entire brunch talking about her husband and giving Bruce marriage advice. Catherine ends up confessing to Willis' abuse while stuck in Bruce's yacht (Jason messed with the engine), and he offers her help to get out of the situation. Before the coast guard rescues him Willis has been served divorce papers and Alfred has escorted him out. The girls interpret this as Catherine divorcing because she's trying to get back together with Bruce.

Janet Drake is horrified at the idea of dating Bruce again when they get set up in his bachelor party, but they end up having a wild night as friends. Talia and Bruce have a really emotional moment, a real "we could have been great" time. She confesses that Damian is his bio kid but they both realize they're not right for each other, not now. They leave things amicably and Talia has a talk with the kids about loving someone and letting them go. So the kids take that as "Fix Bruce's and Selina's relationship that has been struggling through the story because of wedding/possible affair/possible kids stress".

When they clear things out, Selina tells him she doesn't mind about his past nor about possible previous children. Bruce apologizes for not telling her sooner, leading her to imagine the worst. It's a really touching moment. The kids end up as flower boys and ring bearers for the couple. In the end he ends up "adopting" all of them in his heart.

He and Talia co-parent Damian peacefully, the Drakes leave Tim with him whenever they go traveling, Catherine moves into the mansion with Jason after her divorce from Willis and Dick stays in Gotham to finish his education while his parents travel with the circus. Selina is a bit confused about how she ended up with four kids, but very supportive.

[fandomxo00]

Ok imagine this:

You starring in your first musical and Logan being supportive

Logan had known this was your dream, to be up on stage, to sing and be the star. It was something you worked very hard to achieve and the fact you got your dream role. It was everything to you, playing Sophie Sheridan in Mamma Mia! You were just about to age out of the role, you'd been doing musical theatre since high school. You had met Ororo in college, she was a senior your freshman year.

She had dragged Logan to your showing of The Aadam's Family, you played Alice, it had immediately drawn him in. The way you played the character, he never expected the plot twist. You were cheery and naive, but when your character took the potion, she had gone sex crazy, ripping open your dress and pulling down your hair. Belting out your lyrics as you crawled on the table, he knew that he had to meet you.

When you came off stage, he saw you in your stage makeup up close, sweat beaded on your brow from the show and your hair was in curls down your back. Ororo hugged you as she greeted you, complimenting you on your performance. Then you turned to Logan, "Is he with you?"

"Yeah." Ororo laughed. "This is Logan."

"Hi Logan."

"You really did amazing up there. Never really liked musicals before."

"Thank you, it was really fun, can't wait to do it again tomorrow." You grinned, turning to Ororo as she put her hand out on your arm and started chatting you up. Logan watched as you intently watched Ororo, a smile lighting up your face.

"You perform again tomorrow?" Logan asked.

"Yeah." You hummed.

So, the next day, Logan showed up at your matinee and he had flowers for you. When he handed you the flowers, you instantly went for a hug, which he took. After that the two of you became almost inseparable. Investing in each other's lives and supporting each other, while falling in love.

Now he was no longer just in the crowd, but he'd help behind the scenes. Bringing you guys pizza when a rehearsal ran late, he volunteered to help with the sets and he would help you run your lines.

Some of your songs being brilliant foreplay as you sang "Lay all your love on me", though you got a little more handsy with Logan then you would your co-star. You also learned that Logan had sexiest singing voice you think you've ever heard. You should've known from the tone of his voice that he'd be good singer. Though he never sang around anyone else but you. But you floated around the house, singing and dancing almost all the time. He wondered if you ever got tired of the same old songs, but you replied saying you would just listen to new music.

Logan never got tired of hearing you sing though, always in your own little world. He thinks that's the reason he fell in love with you, one of the reasons why he was so supportive. Because you were so in love with music and theatre that he couldn't help but to fall in love with you.

[hopelessfandomfreak]

so I’m actually taking it personally that there has never been an ABBA song in the umbrella academy, just imagine how awesome a fight scene set to gimme gimme gimme would be. like please give me number five killing people while the whole mamma mia soundtrack plays 🙏

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Please can I request fluffy Steven Grant hc’s please?🖤

hii, omg ofc!! so some of these are really random and kinda specific, they’re just hcs that I personally think make sense (but if you don’t agree, that’s fine too) I feel quite similar to steven so it felt like i was just writing myself😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

hc’s/ imagines

masterlist + rules

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- he hates the heat

- summer bugs, he HATES them. moths and daddy long legs are the worst. he hates how erratic and frantic they are, how they just fly towards him (there’s tonnes of those bastards around here atm, and it’s horrible)

- sometimes he squeals if they get too close, and he'd look at you and mumble "sorry," maybe a little bit embarrassed after

- but you think its actually quite endearing and cute, so you reassure and comfort him

- even if you're scared of the bugs too, you catch them and set them free outside, and pretend you're not afraid so steven doesn't feel bad

- but he loves the rain, any kind- early morning, late afternoon, night rain, he loves it all !!

- he always cracks a window open so he can listen to the rain. he's a homebody, so he loves being in the comfort of his flat while listening to the rain. I don't think he likes being wet from it, so he definitely prefers it from a distance

- I think he's a night person, but an indoor night person. loves hanging around with you doing random 'mundane' activities at 12 am- reading, puzzles, baking, watching crappy tv, writing, researching etc

- I feel like he's a wednesday or sunday person (idk why or what that means lol)

- loves aubergine (eggplant) his fav is when it's roasted

- loves soups and curries

- herbal teas too

- prefers pears over apples

- his favourite cereal is shredded wheat, with grapes and some kind of sweet syrup (maybe malt or honey) but if he's running late, he eats a stale granola bar from his bag or coat

- he doesn't like apricot yoghurts

- he's a chocolate ice cream kinda dude

- we all know he likes egypt, but I feel like he loves space and astrology too

- info dumps a lot, but it's so sweet that you can't help but be fascinated

- he loves fridge magnets

-he collects the 2-for-1 coupons from the cereal boxes but never does anything about them. so he just has a stack of them by his toaster

- you’ve been saving and saving so you can take him to egypt and go on a tour etc, hopefully, you both can go soon

- you surprise him for every anniversary, birthday, special event/ occasion with something special and thoughtful, something that's tailored to steven

- he wants to adopt a cat with you but doesn't want gus to feel left out

- likes to listen to classical music

- enjoys watching mamma mia

- AMAZING listener !!!! maybe doesn't always have the best advice but would listen to you for as long as you need

- he makes you laugh constantly. he doesn't even need to try, he's just naturally funny and silly, very cute and goofy

@thewinterv @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho

[rottenpumpkin13]

show sephiroth musicals! like mamma Mia, hairspray, phantom of the opera! FUCK IT MAKE HIM WATCH GLEE

This just made me think of Sephiroth as Sue Sylvester quotes lmao

-

Sephiroth: So you like Loveless. That doesn't mean you're gay. It just means you're awful.

Genesis:

Sephiroth: You know, there's only one person in this world who can tell you what you are.

Genesis, smiling: Me?

Sephiroth: No, Me. Sephiroth.

-

*During a mission, setting up their camp*

Zack: Hey, Sephiroth, where will me and Cloud sleep?

Sephiroth: I imagine you two will be sleeping inside of one another.

-

*That scene in Advent Children when Sephiroth impales Cloud*

Sephiroth, narrating: Look at me. Even in the heat of battle, I'm so elegant. Regal. I am Ajax, mighty Greek warrior. God, it feels good to finally pop that zit known as Cloud Strife.

[meadowlarkx]

End of Year Fic Recs! 🔮

Tagged by @swanmaids! I like this format a lot, thank you 💕 There were so many amazing Silm fics this year that it's nearly impossible to pick out just a few, but I did my best.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Multi-chapter fics

Strange Currencies by @jouissants (in-progress, Maedhros/Maglor accidental LaCE marriage, M) - this fic is one of my absolute favorite things to come out of 2023, lavishly and heartbreakingly imagined post-canon reembodied/returned Exiles and brilliant maemags falling together in late Beleriand. invest now!!!

here we go again by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (completed, Orodreth/Celebrimbor & Gil-galad Mamma Mia AU, T) - the most summer fun ever with one of my favorite Celebrimbors, delights me to think about and I think about it often!!

Such a Marriage by DifferentSong (in-progress, fem!Maedhros/Maglor set between Doriath and Sirion, M) - I feel personally blessed by the ability to list multiple maemags longfics on this list. This one is so tender, with incredible characterization for both these two and Tolkien Elves (old & young, sad & gay) in general; leader fem!Maedhros owns my heart.

What the Water Gave Me by @imakemywings (completed, Finduilas/Nienor canon divergence AU, M) - beautifully described and cozily, realistically lived-in development of a relationship between these two in a universe where Nienor survives her suicidal leap; this bandaged the wounds left by CoH for me!

In Twain by @jouissants (completed, gothic and gendery Maedhros/Elrond and Maedhros/Maglor, E) - cinematic reading experience and deliciously winding tale of Elrond's coming to better know Maedhros, Maglor, and himself; so many lines from this--and the ending--just grip me and won't let me go.

Single-chapter fics

Wondrously Wrought by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Maglor in a universe where Noldor craft their children's personalities, G) - this beautifully written fic has me in a chokehold months & months later, I simply love it so much--the Fate of it all and the dynamic between them, and how thick the tension and emotion hangs even in these few moments.

and some of us returned by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (Maedhros/Maglor, past Maglor/Glaurung assault at the fall of Maglor's Gap, M) - fulfilled my wildest dreams of Glaurung angst played straight, eerie and gorgeously written psychological horror told through Maedhros' eyes and his own possessive love for Maglor.

As You Wish by @imakemywings (Maglor/Thranduil battle couple devotion and hurt/comfort, T) - so many great single-chapters this year but this one is SO dear to me; I love eerie attack dog Maglor who simultaneously cares overmuch and I think this ship is so thematically chef's kiss as an alternate ending for him; wry Thranduil is fantastic here too.

one of your girls by @swanmaids (Celegorm/Oromë, Celegorm & Maglor; femininity and internalized homophobia in Valinor, E) - masterful weird mythical Ainur devotional customs surrounding Oromë and his hunt, and a really touching exploration of Celegorm's character in a time when he still has yet to choose his fate. Celegorm's tension with Maglor is great here too.

Played by @disastrousexpense (Maedhros/Maglor, Maedhros/Fingon where Maglor seduces Maedhros through the guise of "teaching" him for Fingon's benefit, E) - one of my favorite Maglors this year, so theatrical and affected and alluring and (in this Valinor period) quite selfish, yet expressive and deeply, deeply feeling. a rollicking story that made me laugh and then made me cry!

Oldies but goodies

Elvish Letters by @ladygavroche (Caranthir & Finrod, Celebrimbor & Fëanor, Maedhros & brothers, epistolary humor, in progress, G) - this is a favorite of mine, along with the Caranthir fic earlier in the same series. Incredible and hilarious epistolary that just sings!!

The Silver Queen by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (AU where Gil-Galad is Celebrían, trans!Celebrían/Elrond, completed, M) - such a lovingly written fic for a brilliant concept. Multiple scenes of Celebrían's arc in this had me weeping earlier this year.

The High King of the Noldor and His Faithful Hound by shatteredGlasses (Hrunting_License) (Celegorm/Maglor, assault and tensions during Maglor's kingship, completed, E) - During Maedhros' captivity, Celegorm thinks the worst of Maglor, and Maglor uses Celegorm for self-harm. Genuinely disturbing, excellent angst, and very formative for me!

Through the Smoke I See You by Dragonstorm (Maedhros & Maglor, Maglor's Gap and Dagor Bragollach, single-chapter, T) - one of my favorite explorations of Maglor's devotion and guilt towards Maedhros, and the immense risk of trying to hold the Gap! I love it so.

Thistle Whistling on the Wind-Blown Field by happythoughhuman, Torpi (Finrod & Edrahil, Finrod & Avari, culture, environment, storytelling, completed, M) - I've been meaning to revisit this strange gem of a TRSB fic for a while. One of the most vivid explorations of Melkor's impact on the environment in Middle-earth, of serious Elven cultural differences and the notion of Finrod as a kinslayer (while a very Finrod-loving story; he shines in this, making connections as is his wont). Also, won my heart for putting mangroves in Valinor.

My own fics

bite thy wings and let thee crawl (Melkor/Maglor, noncon macro/micro horror porn inspired by this art by @aquaregiaart and Lay of Leithian, E) - the Big Melkor fic, set during Maedhros' captivity. In my head this is my best work of 2023 and probably ever. Come closer... give him a click.... he can't hurt you....

Less Wise (sapphic Maglor/Thranduil, canon divergence, E) - pining with a happy ending in an AU where kinslayer fem!Maglor has come to serve Mirkwood's king fem!Thranduil. This was my attempt to write the sort of comforting and cathartic fic I so enjoy reading.

elvenkings (here on tumblr as well) (moments ft. Orodreth, Thranduil, Elwing, Elrond, G) - my drabbles fic for Sindar Week 2023 about the long-lasting echoes of Menegroth and Iathrim heritage. I'm really happy this brief story resonated!

pursuit (Tulkas/Nessa and Oromë/Nessa, genderfluid Nessa, M) - Nessa and Tulkas wed. Smut and mythical vibes ft. confident and changing Nessa, the dancer and the god of prey. I love that weird Ainur shit.

yes many and beautiful things (Maedhros/Maglor during the War of Wrath, M, now with art by @aquaregiaart!) - After their final argument about stealing the Silmarils, Maedhros and Maglor share themselves with each other wholeheartedly one last time before the end; sort of a "what if they loved each other and that was worse."

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Imagine the rwrb movie similar to the mamma mia movie. The plot and setting and everything is completely different to mamma mia, it’s still the same story, it’s just than it’s a musical, but instead of abba songs they sing queen songs (we already have don’t stop me now, Alex after the lakehouse singing love of my life, Alex and Henry singing good old fashioned lover boy together, etc)

[innocentlymacabre]

They were walking again. It was raining but Kavi had wanted a change of scenery – and Ravi just wanted Kavi – so they were walking again.

Ravi listened to her talk attentively. About The Midnight Library, about Camus, about the farm she worked at and the animals there she liked. Ravi happily listened to it all and related his own stories to hers, honestly surprised by the fact that he hadn’t already said something unbelievably stupid. He had no idea where this sudden stroke of luck had come from but he wasn’t going to question his newfound ability to impress this incredibly pretty girl.

They’d started the evening by going to a restaurant she’d reluctantly picked. “If you don’t like it, just lie and say that you did,” Kavi had said.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am a fantastic liar.”

“Are you really?”

“No,” Ravi immediately confessed, “I am awful.”

“Thanks for trying,” she laughed. “The effort is appreciated.”

That was the first time Ravi had heard her laugh and had instantly fallen in love with it.

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” he asserted.

He didn’t remember what he thought of the food.

He was sure it was great, but present company had been far too engaging for him to care about the plates set in front of them or the wines they had picked out. Their waitress even had to jump in and ask if they’d wanted any recommendations on what to order after they’d asked her to come back for the fourth time because they both kept forgetting to go over the menu.

They’d continued on to a bar Ravi liked where he proceeded to lose at a long, drawn-out game of pool (neither of them were very good players), underscored by conversations about dragons, comfort shows, and bad dancing. And throughout it all, one incessant thought kept surfacing in the swamp that was his brain. The exact same thought he had now.

Kiss her.

It was raining.

They were walking.

The sun had set and the moon had them awash in a silver tinge.

It was all too much for Ravi’s cheesy, sappy, gooey heart. 

But he didn’t say anything. Not yet. They were having far too good a time to risk it by making the wrong move. So they kept walking.

They kept walking until they found a park with a bench and enough green around to make Kavi happy. They both simultaneously sat on the backrest instead of the actual seat and Ravi couldn’t help but notice how close they were. An errant wind could have probably pushed them close enough to touch.

Their hands gripped their bench for stability side by side and a spark flew through Ravi’s. It lit up in his palm and quickly spread through the rest, a travelling flash taking over the entire hand within moments. They were talking about Mamma Mia, Heartstopper, and tattoos, but Ravi was imagining how it would feel to hold her hand in his. The hand closest to hers had three rings, while hers was bare. He thought they might not feel too nice and considered moving them to the other hand, but didn’t want to move away from that position. What if she decided to take his hand at that moment? Moving it away might tell her he didn’t want that. No, he thought. Best to keep it where it was and risk his chances on that roll.

His fingers twitched and he found himself wanting to fiddle with his rings again – that was half the reason he wore them at all – but he resisted the urge. He wanted to keep the hand free just in case. He tuned back into the conversation and turned his head to face her, and soon forgot all about his rings while they talked some more about colours they liked, saxophones and base guitars, and flowers. He made a note to pick out some orange and purple ones for next time.

Next time.

They had already decided there was going to be a next time.

“I really want to kiss you,” Ravi muttered, his voice dropping. All semblance of suaveness he had miraculously managed to scrap together over the evening had all but evaporated and each hand was thumbing its respective rings.

Kavi kept fiddling with her cycle’s lock in a pause that felt far too long to Ravi.

He was suddenly very aware of his surroundings but found it all but impossible to take in anything except the girl he had just spent the most wonderful evening with. The light from the giant neon lettering beside them seemed to fall on Kavi and Kavi only, making her outline glow. The only sound he could hear was the pistons in her cycle lock clicking in place; the rest of the world had dulled. He was certain there had been a breeze blowing just before but even that had seemingly halted, as if to grant them this pocket of solidarity.

Finally, she looked up at Ravi with determined eyes and a slight smile. “Good,” she said, stepping a little closer. “I want to too.”

She took another step towards him and Ravi found himself mirroring her actions. She raised her arms over his shoulders and pulled him in closer, while he did the same around her waist. He noticed how different this felt to when he had hugged her earlier, but didn’t have enough time to wonder why; Kavi had already drawn his face forwards and upwards, bringing it towards hers. Their heads tilted sideways and their lips met.

And the whole world fell away.

When they stepped back into time and the world rematerialised, Ravi’s hand was in Kavi’s. She didn’t seem to mind the rings.

~~ The Slightly Edited, Partly Fictionalised, and Occasionally Completely Imagined Kavi and Ravi Photo Album [1/]

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[bambirex]

It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

Read on Ao3

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.

[oneforthemunny]

We gotta do a mini sequel for that sad Zarah fic cause she's my fave of the girls lol: so when she's older, she's in her own band and they're performing at their first festival and of course everyone in the family is there in the front row cheering her on! And maybe in the last song of her set, she plays one of Eddie's songs and the fam is SO proud and the internet is in shambles

I think it would be so sweet if, you know how mamma mia! 3 is coming out, if zarah's band did a cover of 'slipping through my fingers' maybe the electric guitar version that was going around??? and either they have a cameo or they just play it for a soundtrack in the movie. that would be so sweet. vega would use the sound and that's what starts the trend on tiktok, lands it on the radio, and eddie and nepo baby have never been prouder <3

imagine the dad picture eddie would take when zarah's band is playing on the radio. he's in his car, you can see him doing the dad pose at his phone like:

to take the photo and you can see him in the rearview mirror but it's showing zarah's band and the radio station.

he posts it on instagram with some caption that would make your heart fucking melt like:

@ eddiemunson : My second youngest Zarah's band playing on the radio. So metal of KIIS. Very proud of you always, little Zar-Zar. Love always, Dad.

STOP!!!! I know you guys are gonna sob so I'm sorry.

[starry-snippets]

Hi! I was hoping I could get a matchup! I've only seen the first 3 episodes of JJBA part 1 so far so I need a character that I can look forward to rooting for no matter what happens. I don't mind what part they come from.

Name: Eren

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ

Personality: I'm pretty quiet in social settings but if someone talks to me first, I can keep a conversation going. I will occasionally go up to someone to initial a conversation but not very often.

With people that I'm close with, I'm very open and sarcastic. And I make a lot of self-depreciating jokes (even though I have a high self worth).

Likes: Reading, writing, anime, video games, Marvel, and listening to music (stuff like Hamilton, Panic! at the Disco and Offspring).

Dislikes: Spiders (deathly afraid of those), being forgotten when I'm gone, and disappointing those who I care about.

Looks: I'm 164cm (5'4") and have an average build (not too curvy but definitely not straight up and down). I have green eyes that everyone thinks are brown and curly/frizzy dark brown hair that is just below my shoulders.

Extra Info: I'm at university and am majoring in English and Writing. I regularly get distinctions and high distinctions with my assignments and have very high expectations for myself. I want to be a published author and have written several manuscripts.

Hopefully I've put a good amount of the right information and I hope the rest of your day goes well for you!

sorry for the delay here! i hope you've enjoyed jjba so far and this matchup!! @justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms also feel free to tell me if you like these characters when you've gotten to their parts! (pt 2 and pt 4)

MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS CAESAR!

☆ caesar would love talking to you! the way you don't talk over him and how you really listen to the deeper things he has to say, as many people stop listening once the bold flirting has concluded. he wouldn't force you to talk either, despite his own extroverted nature, caesar knows how to respect your wishes to be in silence if that's what you want! ☆ you two make a lot of jokes when you chat, and he really likes how you have a witty comment to all his snips. it's like he's met his equal when it comes to clever commentary and it's unfortunate for joseph whenever you two decide to include him in the banter. caesar likes that you're sarcastic and despite making depreciating jokes (which worried him at first) he knows you actually don't believe what you're saying (he does take the time to make sure you know those jokes aren't true) ☆ caesar LOVES that you appreciate music! listen to mamma mia! with him he's so enthralled. isn't ashamed at all to reenact scenes from musicals, especially the ones that involve him getting to be a gentleman. he'd sing along with you after minimal coaxing since he wants you to have to ask, but won't make you beg ☆ if you'd let him, caesar would read to you. it doesn't matter if it's text about how hummingbirds fly or the most eccentric young adult novel, he'd like to share the story with you by reading it to you. his voice is smooth and calming, and he loves the intimacy of sitting besides you while you read together (he's not there for the book, he's there for you) ☆ caesar isn't a fan of bugs but he doesn't actively hate them. he'd rather not deal with them, but he will purely so he can tease you a bit for being scared. he'll play it up, act like he's a hero saving you from a beast, when really he's just trapping it in a bubble before luring it outside

☆ your fears (besides bugs) line up too. caesar understands the fear of being forgotten - the fear of letting people down - too much. if you ever have nightmares about it or just need his reassurance he is there for you. he doesn't just understand, he feels it immensely. it hurts him that you hold the same fears, as it's an intense pain imagining it for himself and he knows it hurts you too. caesar wants to help in anyway he can ☆ he thinks your eyes are the most captivating, priceless, and mystical green eyes he's ever seen. he loves the way that depending on what you wear they look more brown, but caesar always finds himself lost in the shades of emerald, jade, and jasper that always twinkle at him. his favorite body part is likely your eyes, as he loves the expressions that you show him whenever you're together ☆ caesar LOVES your hair. he loves to play with your hair, loves to style it if you let him. you remind him of italy and of nature, with your green eyes and curly hair. caesar loves whenever you cuddle because you're shorter, as he can successfully be the big spoon and whenever he holds you close he can feel the softness of your pretty curls ☆ caesar loves to listen to you read your own stories to him. the way your voice becomes animated, how you may even change your voice when there's dialogue. he views it as you opening up part of your heart to him and he'll be damned if he doesn't take care of it ☆ in conclusion, caesar enjoys how you two differ in interests and behavior but have reached an understanding. you bring out the best in each other, and you accept the worst. it's like your best friends first, lovers second; perhaps evenly split

MY SECOND THOUGHT IS ROHAN!

☆ he's a shit and he's evil and he LOVES you. loves that he can get a rise out of you but you have something to say back. rohan is so intrigued by your calculated comebacks within seconds. he feels like he's finally met someone who can challenge him ☆ if you make a self depreciating joke he's playing it up most likely. he will do things like agree, or say stuff like "you're being too nice to yourself!" but only once you've gotten closer. close enough where you both know you can throw it at each other, where you both understand you have self worth that isn't impacted by the stupid comments of a smartassy friend ☆ rohan can't stand when you put on musicals and says he'll rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. but you know he's lying and he knows it too. rohan listens to your favorite musicals while he works out since running on a treadmill is a mindless activity for him. it's true he's not into it, but a smile comes on his face whenever he listens to "guns and ships" and he imagines you missing the timing during the rapid rapping ☆ really appreciates your eyes. the color, the shape, the emotion. rohan would convince you to let him do eye studies with them as a reference. likely when he's falling in love with you or when you've begun dating, either way he wants an excuse to sketch every single detail and bring it to life so he'll always be able to appreciate this part of you, even when he's gone (rohan hangs it up because he's "just proud of the drawing") ☆ pokes fun at you being scared of spiders. he doesn't mind them as we've seen, but he'll act like it's a big deal to take care of one that's bothering you. it'd be better off not to tell him in all honesty. with your other fears though, rohan understands and reassures you that no matter what he could never forget you. he tells you often that if you die before him (he just about prays you won't) he'll make the most beautiful art out of your ashes, and rohan truly means that ☆ rohan also loves drawing you, all of you, because of your hair. he likes to try new things and drawing your curls was originally difficult but after sketches upon sketches he's mastered inking your hair texture. you better not doubt if they look as beautiful as they're drawn, because he doesn't lie in his art ☆ makes fun of your height! despite making fun of it, he does love how the difference comes in handy when you're cuddling or when he's trying to annoy you a bit. he's immature, but he does know how to respect whenever you've had enough or how to console you if he goes too far ☆ he loves that you love to read and write. if you're a fan of his he'll be even more elated and have such an ego boost. don't even tell him his head is already inflated so big it's in the clouds. but also do tell him, because he'll sign all your copies and actually leave heartfelt messages (and a few stupid remarks) ☆ cares so much about your manuscripts. if you show him any of them he'll treasure it. he may act like it's not a big deal, but you can tell in the way he listens and provides feedback that he truly does care, and your happiness about it is why he's happy while you read. secretly loves when you give him feedback too, even when he acts like he won't possibly need it ☆ in conclusion, you two make each other better creators. you also keep each other in check, rohan needing it more than you... but still. rohan would go through so much for you and he may be a bit of a smarmy jerk, but he's more of a lovesick artist who's finally found his muse more than anything else

[cleargreyskies]

@crazy-fruit the promised answer to your music ask from... a while ago.

My music listening has been a little unpredictable recently. Songs often just happen and get stuck in my mind for a while, so I listen to them on repeat. These are most of the songs I liked in the second half of 2022, in chronological order. The Mountain Goats were clearly my artist of the year.

Heretic Pride - The Mountain Goats

Training Montage - The Mountain Goats

Dark In Here - The Mountain Goats

Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA (for no particular reason)

Autoclave - The Mountain Goats

Sunrise, Sunset (because of WWDITS S4)

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

Damn These Vampires - The Mountain Goats (actually more of a late 2020 song)

Super Trouper - Mamma Mia! version (somehow I cried to this multiple times)

If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray (played in The Viking Museum in Stockholm)

Little Earthquakes - Tori Amos (this was on an OC playlist of yours once! also a late-ish 2020 song for me)

Orinoco Flow - Enya (desperate measures while working on a job report in November)

I Will Never Die - Delta Rae

The Calling - The Amazing Devil (one of my current favourite songs)

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Secret Worlds - The Amazing Devil

The Horror and The Wild - The Amazing Devil (one of my favourite songs for over a year now)

(a break)

Until It Doesn't Hurt - Mother Mother

Underground - Cody Fry

Blood // Water (Acoustic) - Grandson (found that and the two ones before in a Spotify playlist for a fictional character)

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks (sometimes this just comes back)

Going Invisible 2 - The Mountain Goats

Let Me Bathe In Demonic Light - The Mountain Goats

Incandescent Ruins - The Mountain Goats

Bleed Out - The Mountain Goats (plus the entire album of the same name, which grew on me during the second or third listen, like most of their songs)

The Harrow and The Haunted - The Decemberists

Sons & Daughters - The Decemberists

This kind of ends with New Year's Day. Also, imagine the dark(ish) street on my Swedish hill as a setting for most of these.

(YouTube playlist)

[erin-bo-berin]

There's this romcom that made me think of Steve.

So, imagine this. Steve has a girl and she gets curious about the story of how he met her mom. Steve then tells her a story of 3 women in his life, but he changes their names so that his daughter can guess who her mom is.

So, the options are: Natalia, Grace, and Y/N. He tells the story of how he'd all been set to marry Natalia, his high school sweetheart, but she had to move to the big city. Steve starts attending community College where he meets you. You guys end up hanging out a lot and he considers you his best friend. Steve then drives up to the city to meet up with Natalia, but finds that her with someone else, Jonathan. He and Natalia break up and he goes back to you. You guys talk and end up kissing but you break away, saying that you're not going to be his second choice. It drives a wedge between you two and you eventually reconcile. You then take off to travel the world, sending him postcards and letters from wherever you are.

Steve then finishes community College and becomes a high school basketball coach back in Hawkins, Indiana. There, he meets Grace, and they hit it off. He and Grace start dating. You visit him in Hawkins and he reveals that he's planning to propose to Grace. He then practices his speech on you and, unbeknownst to him, those feelings you had for him start to well up within you. You brush it aside and tell him Grace'll definitely going to say yes to that.

(at this point, his daughter points out that you obviously came back for him. That gives Steve pause but he continues with the story)

Steve prepares to propose to Grace but she declines because she is leaving Hawkins. She can't stay because of her family and she wants to be free of them. Though it hurts, he lets her go.

Steve continues his coaching career and he meets Robin. Robin invites him on a road trip to the city where they bump into Grace. She reveals that she's met someone and they are throwing a housewarming party. Steve and Robin are invited. There, Steve reunites with Natalia.

It is at this point that Steve's daughter figures out who her mom is: Natalia aka Nancy. Nancy and Steve spend the day together with their daughter. Their daughter picks up that though her parents still care about each other, it's not in a romantic sense.

His daughter then questions why, out of the three women he talked about, your name was the one he hadn't changed. Natalia is Nancy while Grace is Chrissy but your name is still Y/N.

It's at this point that Steve and his daughter realize that Steve is still in love with you. Steve knows where you live and him and bus daughter try to talk to you. Steve's daughter tries to convince you that you're the one he wants to be with, even mentioning the story Steve had told her.

For a moment, you just stand there, and just when Steve and his daughter are about to leave, you ask, "What story?" You invite them inside but just before you head upstairs you and Steve share a kiss.

Inspired by the movie "Definitely Maybe" starring Ryan Reynolds. (highly recommend btw)

🌹

This is so sweet omg 😭

It also gives me How I Met Your Mother and Mamma Mia vibes lol I love that trope though.

[dispensergoinup]

Disp rates the new tf2 maps

ok so i just wrote this down to my friends but since I have tf2 premium now I think I'm entitled to o p i n i o n s now

Applejack: really cozy CTF. its feels like Harvest in a way, just in a different gamemode. The intel room being small was a surprise tho, a welcome one that is. (also hehe pone) 8/10 Burghausen: Its medieval mode A/D so just like DeGroot Keep, though its multi-stage. And just like DeGroot Keep, I fucking hate it. 5/10 Canaveral: This video. 10/10 Hadal: It works like Steel in that the final point is automatically open, really interesting. Imagine Junction but not shit and ocean themed. 7/10 Odyssey: I love payload already but this just makes me go mamma mia (cause Greece lol). Also the last point not instantly exploding but instead turning into a control point was realy cool. Saw kills you :thumbsup:. 10/10 Cachoeria: That translates to waterfall apparently. Helicopter kills you, I like it. 9/10 Atom Smash: [Half-life scientist scream] 5/10 Megaton: Sorry I'm more of a New Vegas guy. 9/10 Overgrown: This was the other map they used to showcase Tropic Crisis, pretty ok A/D, though it tended to get lost constantly cause the rooms all looked the same. 6/10 Embargo: Yooo this was the map they showed off in the Tropic Crisis page, I guess this means Brazilium is canon now? Its so cool, The cart isnt the same the entire game, the Cuba setting, THE ADMINISTRATOR IS DIFFERENT. Actual Peak has arrived. 10/10

[thecooler]

2 3 4 5 6 15 (or whichever one the favorite ship one was) for baru cormorant!! i wanna hear more

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Questions like this are soooo hard like how am I supposed to pick just one thing? I love the way her mind works, particularly with regard to how she justifies her actions to herself and others. She wants to do right by her home and her people- to fight imperialism by any means necessary.

I enjoy seeing a character who evidently does not experience empathy but is nonetheless compassionate and cares deeply about others, though she often fails to communicate that. This is especially evident with Muir Lo (I think that was his name? Her advisor from the first book. I cannot be bothered to leaf through my copy atm) and Hu- wherein people looking in believe she simply does not care- that they were just pawns in her plan, but we, as discerning readers, know they mattered to her beyond that, and they, dying, knew that too.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

I don't know if I have one, honestly. Obviously she does a lot of things I don't like, but I wouldn't classify those as. Least favorite things- because I do enjoy them narratively. I'm just gonna say my least favorite thing was letting Hu die. Like I know Hu told her to but like she was soooo hot and cool and you just let her die like that.... after she taught you to ride (horses, others). Awful!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

My question, in response to this question, is at what point am I plopping her out and putting her elsewhere? Because if it is as she is at the end of Tyrant, I think no matter where I put her she's gonna lose her shit and start swinging. She just got all her ducks in a row (as far as we know). I like to imagine if you took her as a kid and put her on a fun movie set on an island she'd have a good time. I'm putting baby Baru in Mamma Mia.

5. What’s the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I very rarely am able to make connections with songs unfort 😔

6. What’s something you have in common with this character?

Lesbian

Island resident

Empathy Machine broke

15. What’s your favorite ship for this character?

Honestly I think all her relationships with women throughout the series are interesting. I'm intrigued to see where her relationship with Iscend goes in the final book. But, all that said, Hu is still one of the top five hottest fictional women of all time. I love you horse butch. Gone too soon. I adore the way their relationship, despite being somewhat brief, continues to inform basically everything Baru does for the next two books.