#not actually sure if this will show up in her tag since i linked outside websites but w/e worth a shot

[nonuel]

hey! do you know if I can find liara dialogues from me1 like the proyects you have made? i don´t have enough saves to test them myself :(

hi anon,

the only thing i am aware of is this post by thirteenthchime on LJ that (incompletely) covers the en route to ilos scene for all the ME1 LIs. @omegastation's mass effect resource hub has transcripts, but none of the listed ones are liara-centric and the ME1 transcript only covers the prologue, unfortunately. there is a transcript that covers the elevator banters though.

otherwise, fluffninjallama on youtube has both an mshiara and fshiara playlist of her entire romance that you can use instead. these types of playlists tend to be very paragon heavy, so if you're wanting renegade lines you're going to be out of luck.

i could theoretically knock out the bulk of a ME1 liara transcript very easily - she doesn't have a lot of dialogue and the amount of variances in her dialogue is minimal compared to the VSes as well. the most annoying bits would be the more niche things like recruiting her after benezia's death or as the last step before endgame. not sure how helpful anyone would find it since a lot of engagement with liara's character seems to be more in ME2/ME3, but i'll put it on my to-do list.

if you're just needing to refresh your memory over a specific scene, let me know and i may be able to help sooner. otherwise i'm putting this in her tag and throwing it to her fandom to see if they know of any resources i don't

[danwhobrowses]

nothing to see here just a crazy shipper guy going crazy over Callowmoore under the bit, if that's not for you then go about your business

So fellow Callowmoores how we feelin' this morning/evening? Because it's evening right now and I'm still bouncing off the walls in my mind

The one post could not keep me contained! No seriously the amount of tags I put in hit a limit and doesn't show them all

I mean yes we didn't get a kiss (yet) but goddamn we got so much, it has possessed me, deranged me, it's leaking outta my brain I gotta talk about it, so either jump out or buckle up because this overflow is gonna be long

First off I just gotta talk about how so many things almost lined up how I imagined them because it just makes it feel like they looked into my head and thought 'hey that's kinda good'. Like, I wanted Fearne to take the shard at Mori's, it was a safer space for her than the Ziggurat which is tainted by bad memories (this and other campaigns), I just didn't expect it so soon, thought they'd at least have a full rest first. In fact I had a whole scene in my mind where in a desperate gambit Delilah took over Laudna while she slept and just knocked on Ashton's door in a form of dread going 'where's the shard Ashton?'. It's key to this I promise not only because I enjoyed the idea of Ashton not taking any of Delilah's shit (plus for you Imodnas out there the mental scene involves Ashton whispering 'Imogen's in danger' to wake her, they also ask where Paté is because they still have that 'Paté is Delilah' theory) but it also expanded on the possible helplessness Ashton would have being unable to assist Fearne with taking the shard

'You're a child, Ashton. A blunt instrument that charges blindly into harm, would you really risk Fearne's life to earn her forgiveness? You know what it can do, what happens when you can't protect her from it?'

Of course, Ashton would never give Delilah the shard, which would frustrate Delilah since she can't manipulate them, but the comment weighs on Ashton a little. Which is when the whole waking Laudna happens and she leaves, but Fearne is in his room (the Vox Machina bathtub scene being inspiration), having asked to sleep there for comfort and asks them if it worries them. Which is where I often got to use this quote

'I don't believe in fate, but I believe in you'

And it sticks with me because it's super romantic, but also on-brand for Ashton, there were variations like the longer 'things only affect our path if we choose to believe they do; fate is complicated, the gods don't give a fuck, and I don't wanna even think about legacy anymore, I don't believe in them, but I believe in you' but then the next morning comes and Ashton gives her the ring, since I forgot about attunement there were instances where it was a sneaky sleight of hand thing, and Fearne completes the process. Of course, with weeks to go on there were a lot more scenarios like Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll to practice talking to and putting it back, Ashton seeking Mori for advice, herbal tea visions where Ashton entered their own mind and encounters the empress while on the outside Delilah possesses Laudna to try and drain the power from them, one where the shard having been reshaped through Ashton is less intense on Fearne for the first 4 rounds (since they blew up on the fifth) because Ashton's essence is containing and dissipating the hostile energy, and one where the group secretly vote against Ashton being there for Fearne taking the shard (Imogen, Laudna, and Chetney 3 to 2 against Orym and FCG) but Fearne as the decider pulls them over because she needs them there, stuff like that I'm sure fanfic writers could consume to their heart's content (and are free to, go nuts). But these scenes stood out because it had elements of stuff that are linked to or actually happened in the episode; Fearne does take the shard, Ashton endorses that Fearne is the only one who can take it, Ashton gives her the ring and Shattered Vigor is apparently a thing where Ashton is practically taking Fearne's pain to protect her, that alone is enough to go insane over.

And can we talk about the ring for a moment, because like THE RING. I'm not talking about generically either I mean that this ring has been significant to the shard saga ever since Ashton claimed it. It was found on the corpse of someone infused into stone, into the earth, right between the whole eidolons stuff where Ashton connected with an Earth elemental and then the Grau Dashari stuff with the crystals they merged with their hammer and then the Bor'dor incident, that could've easily been a titan-based punishment. Also, Ring of Volcanic Flesh, like Ashton's stone arm? And if that wasn't enough, what was the first thing Fearne stole from Ashton when they reunited? The ring, the act that broke down Ashton's walls as they let out a most heartfelt 'I missed you, so much' the ring that Fearne stole right off of Ashton's fingers only for them to willingly put in her hand to protect her, because just as they said at the clock tower, everything they have belongs to her. And while legacy and hubris had a part in the shard incident, part of it was also for Fearne. I don't believe there's any situation where if Fearne said she wanted the shard at the clock tower Ashton would've said no; Ashton knows that Fearne was key to the shard dislodging in the lava, they sensed it was in a way key to both of them, but there was no reality where Ashton was gonna force Fearne to take the shard if she didn't want it. And yes it blew up in their face, much like Fearne they saw an image of themselves they didn't want to be, their soul broke with the realisation that they hurt the one person they never wanted to hurt, but thanks to Percy they also realised that they had to change. It wasn't enough to see everyone else having someone at the reunion and internalizing 'if someone has to not come back it's gotta be me' they had to make steps towards being the person the Hells needs them to be, someone who can come back with them.

Which is where last episode started setting it up, and I didn't speak much about it at the time because other than the pretty plain 'I would've rather died than hurt Fearne' insinuation (which in turn was confessed to save Fearne from falling) there was only crumbs that could be interpreted other ways; for instance Birdie's tale with Athion and Olly being somewhat of a parallel to Tevan and Ashton, the formers wooing Birdie and Fearne with temptations of indulgence while the latters drawing their attention by being subjects of intrigue, defiance and kindness, plus they saved the latters (Birdie literally via escaping the prisons and Fearne emotionally and literally), or before the Orym conversation when Ashton takes 'one last look' Taliesin looks towards Ashley last. But I knew there was poetic significance to Ashton failing the communication trial, Marisha sensed the vibe too, but even though Fearne was nervous about guiding Ashton, the fault fell to poor dice rolls (and Liam not keeping shtum and summoning thunderwasps) and once again Ashton in an attempt to prove themselves falls flat on their ass in front of the person they most want to prove it to. And that did break my heart a little I must admit because as poetic as it was who hasn't been there? Ashton's journey of proving themselves has been laden with failure too; being unable to protect anyone from Otohan led to them almost being TPK'd, being unable to keep the group together at the Malleus Key led to the group being scattered, and then Team Trauma's stuff - Orym was despondent and Laudna's a wreck, got a random 'shepherd's boy', a powerful Cobalt Soul teen prodding about the solstice and all of Deni$e here added as mainly combat support, loners but no leaders, Dawnfather angel thinks them insignificant, dark spirits trying to consume their only leads about the Hishari - and the moment Ashton started to trust Bor'dor after the pipe vision what happens? Betrayal, Hunger of the Shadow and Delilah is let back in, Ashton couldn't even keep Laudna safe from herself, they reunite, try to sort out their shit with their past, discover that they might have a destiny to fulfill and end up being too willing to die in place of others, and unable to protect their new family from themselves, because of these recent failures it was important that Ashton proved themselves in the trust trial.

And thankfully they did, there was no way to prove that anyone was a Doppelganger and yet, Ashton still trusted Fearne; twice saving her from the flora even when told to leave her behind. And they were close to another failure when the branch was snatched - after their attempts to keep it safe by throwing it in the pool alone - but they trusted Chet and Orym (father/son duo) to cover more ground while they helped Fearne. And even when FCG told Ashton 'I think it's Fearne', and when Imogen was untrusting of Fearne, Ashton abandoned their held action to save FCG from the brambles because they knew Fearne could be trusted. They trusted Imogen to connect to Ruidus and as mentioned endorsed Fearne to take the shard.

And sure, in my mental scenarios Ashton gives her the shard, doing the same she did for them, but I did say almost like how I imagined. And Ashton still did everything they could, plus Imogen comforted their visible worry, but once it's complete they're just in awe, and then their own spark awakens through her touch, a touch they were unafraid of even at the threat of newfound fire, and now for the first time ever they feel whole. She saved them, and now they finally feel complete, and now this time Fearne is agape, Fearne is in awe, and everything she had hoped Ashton would gain from taking the shard before has come to fruition through her, and it's just, joy, pure incorruptible joy, a kindred connection that belongs to just them. Plus a big piece of paper for all the new powers they are excited to learn about from each other, with each other, and while Matt can talk about there being risks to them because you gotta balance the combat the narrative significance is still there.

But dammit they need to kiss, I've yelled it enough times in my head; like the lava, the clock tower, before and after Fearne took the shard, the only times they did kiss was before the solstice (the forehead kiss) and the ziggurat and both preceded bad times, they deserve a proper one, not one at risk of being a goodbye, something precious, irreplaceable and theirs to have, to share. And I don't know if they should use the patented 'can I kiss you?' or take a tip from BeauYasha and use 'I wanna kiss you so bad right now' or find something else to make their own but I desire it so much, had it happened this ep I probably would've melted out of my seat. They're awkward and nervous but they gotta take the leap, Ashton needs to realise they're loved and maybe even be told that they deserve it even when they feel they don't, and Fearne has to take a risk too, the shard put doubt to her decisions but that doesn't mean she can run from her strong emotions. It doesn't fix everything of course, but sometimes people heal better together than apart. As a currently vorbed half-elf once said 'drink the courage first'.

Curiosity continues to send me after the ep, and while some people are attempting to blemish or rain on the parade (I mean, I try not to speak ill of other ships in general, but if you're gonna be negative about it you can at least do it in your lane, your tags not ours) I am still just riding the high of the possibilities. True, the unknown can make me nervous, and I will admit the group has to give Ashton and Fearne space (they're just excited, and with the bloody bridge hinting to be a final moon-based battle there is that sense of urgency) Imodna had nudges sure but they have been a bit heavy-handed and kinda chaperoned around them, Fearne and Ashton seldom get time alone, one can hope they can get that time with each other next episode.

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Of Nightmares and Late Night Encounters

Kaya has a nightmare and Suna wakes him up. The rest, as they say, is history. One-shot.

My brain came up with this scene late at night on Christmas Eve, when I was trying to fall asleep, and it (obviously) didn't leave me alone until I actually wrote the entire thing. As mentioned in the tags, I have no idea how KaySun will evolve in canon, so I don't know how (or if) what I wrote here will fit in with the show. But whatever. This fandom deserves nice things.

AO3 link here.

Suna had been a light sleeper for most of her life.

It was like her subconscious was finely tuned in to catch even the smallest sign of something not being right in her environment. As a child, she would always wake up and reach out to Seyran whenever her sister had nightmares, her touch and whispered words always more than enough to soothe her and return her to a calm sleep. If she couldn't protect Seyran from the regular horrors of the day, she could at least protect her from the horrors that were haunting her sleep - which, Suna suspected, were the same anyway.

She had kept the habit of waking up at least once per night as an adult, even after Seyran had married and left her proximity, never truly being able to enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep, always on edge.

She had enjoyed a change in her sleeping pattern only since marrying Kaya. Having him around during the night was comfortable in a way she hadn't expected. Kaya was keeping to himself for the most part, and, outside of the moments when they were being intimate, was extra careful to not cross into her personal space, putting a respectful distance between the two of them. He was also an exceptionally calm sleeper, not moving much during the night; he would fall asleep on his belly, hugging a pillow, and Suna suspected that's how he would usually wake up as well, although, thanks to her newfound ability to sleep without interruption during the night, she hadn't yet had the chance to wake up before him to test her theory.

So when she unexpectedly wakes up during what appeared to initially be just another regular night, she knows something is amiss.

With her mind still slightly foggy, she looks next to her, at Kaya who's still asleep (on his back, she quickly takes note), and at first cannot quite believe her eyes, but sure enough, she has seen a similar picture many times before. Kaya's breath is accelerated, his fingers clutching the sheet, the pillow on the floor, away from his grasp, and yeah, all signs point out to him having a nightmare.

A heartbeat passes, and she's not quite sure what she should do - if she should do anything at all. But then a brief pained moan escapes his lips, so her need to soothe takes over, and she reaches out to him, touches his forehead gently with her palm.

He wakes up with a shudder, and Suna almost backs off, but his eyes quickly focus on her, and he catches her hand with his before she can completely withdraw it.

"Suna," he whispers.

"I'm sorry," Suna whispers back, not exactly knowing what to say. "It looked like you were having a nightmare."

He swallows once, twice. "Yeah, I think I was," he says, no longer looking at her. "Did I bother you?"

He looks uncomfortable, and Suna remembers his reaction the morning after he had fallen asleep crying in her arms. At the time, she had thought he was being distant to punish her, but looking at him now, she realises it was probably also because he didn't like showing his hidden vulnerability.

"Don't worry about that," she replies. "I'm a light sleeper normally."

His features relax a bit, and he turns on his side to look at her, his hand still on hers. "Sorry anyway," he says. "I don't know why, but I don't seem to sleep well on my back."

A pause, then he adds:

"But I didn't know you're a light sleeper. It's a bit surprising."

"I used to be a light sleeper, at least," Suna amends, and for a moment she thinks whether it's okay to share this with him or not, but they did promise to be honest with each other, and she doesn't see what harm it could bring. So she adds: "It seems like I sleep better with you around."

His gaze becomes pensive, and he studies her for a while, without saying a word, his hand moving slightly over hers in touches just as gentle as her own touch on his forehead earlier. Suna feels her cheeks reddening slightly, but holds his gaze, waiting.

He eventually speaks again:

"Suna, is it okay if I hold you for a while?"

And she doesn't know what pushes her to say it. Maybe it's the fact that it's late at night, maybe it's the constant gentleness he treats her with, his great care around her, the respect regarding her boundaries, the way he looks in semidarkness, eyes on her. Maybe all of those at once.

But she says it.

"You can do much more than hold me. If you want."

He doesn't say a thing, but, before she can even start to second guess herself, his lips are on hers, and his kiss is hot and heavy.

*

Even with all her lack of experience and general shyness in intimate situations, Suna doesn't think Kaya realised that she was technically a virgin during their first night together.

Because he took so much time, touching her intently, pausing to ask her whether it felt good, encouraging her initially timid touches as well, that by the time he entered her, she was so relaxed that it didn't hurt, and she never bled.

He never quite asked her what happened in her first marriage; he probably suspects she was assaulted, but never asked for any details, and that's something she's quietly grateful for. She doesn't think she can share with anyone the sort of humiliation she was made to endure. Not even with him; not yet, anyway. She doesn't know why, but she feels deep in her core that he wouldn't judge her.

She's not used to ask for what she wants; she was always in the background of her own life, never being able to oppose whatever bad things would happen to her at any given moment.

There's nothing bad about this, though, nothing bad about the way his arms hold her, nothing bad about his lips on her throat, nothing bad about his whisper in her ear "you can stop me if I become too rough", nothing bad about his hands on her bare skin.

He's indeed less gentle than the previous times they did it, his hands wandering around more freely, his touch a bit more insistent, his whispers more commanding: "tell me how to do it, tell me how you like it", words that would normally make her blush in any other situation, but not here, not with him.

She feels him deep inside of her, intensity building up to the point that she can barely hold herself together, and it's frightening, but also exhilarating. "Let go," he murmurs, "let go, let go, I won't be able to last long either", and that's what finally sends her over the edge.

*

When she returns from the bathroom, she expects to see him already clothed, as it usually happens after their intimate encounters. But he lays between the sheets in the same position he was when she left, and, as far as she can see, he's still naked.

She pauses for a bit, then, almost without realising, slips out of her robe and lets it fall to the ground before climbing back into bed.

He reacts immediately, moving towards her, hands touching her tenderly. "Is it okay like this? Sorry, I didn't really feel like moving, but I can-" and then he pauses, and she knows he realised she's also naked behind the sheets.

"It's okay," she smiles. "It's comfortable."

His head moves towards her shoulder, his body almost completely covering hers, and Suna holds him gently, her fingers playing with his hair. She feels him from head to toe, a pleasant warm weight on top of her.

It's beautiful. It's scary.

She thinks she knows what love is, but she doesn't quite know how to define this, whatever it is that's between them. She just knows she doesn't want it to end.

"Suna," she hears him speaking. "Will you hold me like this for a bit longer?"

And so she gives the only answer that wouldn't sound like a lie: "Always."

*

He's still asleep when she wakes up in the morning.

[jrob64]

Writing Patterns

I was tagged for this game by @searchingwardrobes & @kmomof4. Sounds like fun!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern. (With links to the stories on Ao3)

Pet for Rent

Emma Swan flopped down onto her sofa with a sigh.

Freed to Love (Collab fic with @snowbellewells & @statustemporary - these first words were actually written by one of them, so I'm not sure if that counts!)

Early morning dew soaks through Emma's boots to her stockings.

Hitting a High Note

Killian Jones buttoned his black pea coat, then wrapped a festive green and gold scarf around his neck.

I Loved You First

David Nolan paced in the hallway outside the room where Mary Margaret was helping Emma get ready for her wedding.

Silly Songs with Killian

It's been one hell of a day.

Turning a Foul Ball into a Home Run

Emma Swan joined the group of people who were making their way down the hallway and into the press room.

Saying Goodbye and Moving On

Storybrooke was peaceful for perhaps the first time since Emma Swan crashed into the town sign three years ago.

Never Leave Me (reposted after I added a 2nd chapter)

"It's nice when our schedules sync up," Emma Swan said, rubbing her foot up and down the calf of her boyfriend's bare leg, as they lingered in bed.

Cave Cruises, Cabin Capers, & Cracked Craniums (Another Collab fic with @kmomof4, @snowbellewells & @whimsicallyenchantedrose - again, I don't think the first sentence was written by me)

Emma Swan and her girlfriends–Mary Margaret Blanchard, Ruby Lucas, Regina Mills, Belle French, and Elsa Arendelle–were on the first day of their yearly, week-long girls trip.

Long Overdue Conversations (This work is in parts, not chapters, so I'll post the first sentence of the last part I added)

“You guys gonna finally tell me the name of my little brother or should I just keep calling him ‘hey there’?” (direct quote from the show)

I guess the pattern I see is that I almost always use the name of at least one main character for the story, especially Emma.

Tagging @statustemporary @cs-rylie @kymbersmith-90

[amiharana]

Bored with nothing to do so I’m requesting streamer au again 😕🏃🏻‍♀️🤙

ask and ye shall receive ☝️😌✨ i mentioned in the tags that the last time i posted about streamer au that i wanna write the champions going to twitchcon and sharing an airbnb together sooo 👹

i'm actually not too sure how to incorporate the location of twitchcon into this au, because (1) i've never been to twitchcon actually KJDJFKKJS and (2) it depends on whether or not hyrule is divorced from the u.s. & the rest of human society e.g. a universe where hyrule is the country analogous to the u.s.... for purposes of this au, i've been kind of writing hyrule as a city that all the champions live in, so maybe it can be somewhere in the u.s.? what state does the city of hyrule give LOL

reading the wikipedia about twitchcon tells me that most of the cons have been held in san diego, CA so all the champions fly there together for the con, and could you just imagine them at an airport 😭 like you know those tiktoks of people either traveling with their family or their friend group and in each case there's always like the dad/dad-friend who's in charge of everything, from being there super early to holding all the passports, etc? because i can totally see daruk being that guy HAHAHKDJHFDKJ

outside of being a streamer, daruk is a dad irl and the oldest of the champs so he quite literally sees all of them as his kiddos 🥹 the flight will be at like 5pm but daruk insists on being there at the airport at 9am, he'd write labels on each of the champions' luggage with their contact information, he would put all their plane tickets into a manila folder and keeps a death grip on it until they reach the desk for boarding 😭 the dad instinct has been Activated ✅ and then when they get on the plane, daruk gets his little travel neck pillow on and conks the fuck out once the plane takes off 😄

before i continue, here's the plane seating configuration i was thinking of in my head:

most planes are usually three-seaters instead of two but for purposes of this ficlet idrgaf 🤞🤓 move along and get with the fantasy 🙏❤️

urbosa will just be chilling to herself (i have this image of her with earphones in and also knitting? no one knew that urbosa was a knitter including me), sidon is talking to zelda's manager impa, and mipha and zelda are talking and giggling to themselves bc they're gfs now <3 but link and revali? woof. these homos are totally going to be shyly holding hands on the plane the whole time, and then when they land, zelda will post a selfie of her looking extremely unamused on the plane next to mipha giggling, with link in the background looking at revali with wide eyes blushing while revali is holding up their intertwined hands to his lips.

in my head, this is gonna be set after the LOH show from the last streamer au ask, but before the date that revali had planned during the show. so throughout the entirety of the event, from the plane rides to and from twitchcon to the sitting together at their panel, revali and link have Hella Tension with each other. since the date that revali had planned during the LOH hasn't happened yet (they have a day in mind though hehe), they're both anticipating it and are also in this limbo stage of being exclusive but not really having an actual label on their relationship. all they know is they really enjoy each other's presence and perhaps they'd like to be around each other more often :>

but link is still insecure and still quite surprised that revali even returns his interest, that the date has been planned and is on an actual, real day and that revali wants to go out with him, and oh goddess revali wants to go out with him. it has him sitting tensely in his seat, nearly sweating because this has to be some sort of fever dream, right? revali, a streamer infamous for his rather arrogant, brutal words and attitude, who has had all the disparaging insults to say about link, and doesn't miss a single chance to rag on him. this couldn't have been the same revali who looked at him so fondly through the camera on the LOH stream, who has taken note of everything link says offhandedly, who sent him a heart in their discord dms (and revali never uses emojis). this has to be some elaborate prank on link and—

he feels a sharp tap on the side of his head, knocking him out of his downward spiral, and he looks up, rubbing his head and ready to bicker with zelda, but it isn't zelda who's hit him. revali stares down at him, one knee on the plane seat and his hands on the headrests in their row and in front of them.

"stop thinking so loud," revali says, before finally sitting in his seat properly. "it's painful to watch."

link scoffs and rolls his eyes. "any more painful than watching you fall in the xp farm while you were making it?"

"maybe don't hit me while i'm building next time and i won't fall in," revali snips back.

"you were wearing an elytra."

"and with what space, pray tell, could i have used to gain altitude? it's a vertical column, you absolute fool, the only way was down."

"and down you went, so i could take all your xp," link replies cheerfully.

revali rolls his eyes as he finishes settling into his seat. "and you'll still use all of that on the worst combination of enchantments possible." they both fall silent, the quiet din of voices around the plane their background noise.

"what were you thinking about?" revali then says quietly, suddenly. link glances at him and is surprised to find the other man staring at him with genuine concern. butterflies come to life in link's stomach, so he averts his eyes, down at his fidgeting hands in his lap. there was no eloquent way to phrase his worries about their date to revali, of all people.

"don't tell me you have flight anxiety now," revali murmurs. it sounds like it was meant to be a joke, but it misses its mark when link doesn't answer, fingers still fidgeting in his lap. "link?"

"i'm not worried about flying or the plane," link mutters. "i've traveled by air before plenty of times, it's not that."

"then what's got you all locked up like this?" revali replies, in the same quiet voice. link still doesn't say anything. "link..."

then, revali reaches for the blond's hand, smoothly intertwining their fingers and bringing it upwards, propping his elbow on the armrest between them. link's eyes widen, blinking, and he slowly moves his gaze from his lap to their intertwined fingers, and then to revali's face. he only stares back, a rather soft look in his eyes, and the butterflies in link's stomach burst to life again.

"you don't have to tell me if it's something personal," revali says, and his tone is so gentle, link thinks he's going to melt in his seat right there. is this the same revali who called him a fool less than a minute ago? "but don't bottle it all up or you'll end up exploding. it'll only make things worse and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

link stares at him with the same wide eyes for a moment longer, and then nods once slowly. "yeah, i guess you're right," he whispers, and after another second, he squeezes revali's hand softly. it seems to make revali's gaze soften even further, and he squeezes back.

"is there anything i can do to help?" revali murmurs. link blinks at him, and suddenly, it feels like the floodgates have opened and he can't stop himself from telling the truth.

"it's the date," link blurts aloud, his cheeks warming and turning pink. shit.

revali's head tilts to the side slightly. "the date?" he repeats. "the one we—?"

"yeah," link whispers. under revali's gaze, filled with such genuine concern, he feels shy again and he looks back down at the other hand in his lap. "it's just... i know we talked about it already, but it just doesn't feel real, like it's all some prank, you know?" he giggles nervously, his left leg beginning to bounce. "knowing you, i wouldn't put it past you to plan one as elaborate at this either, but even if it wasn't a prank, i can barely wrap my mind around that it's actually going to happen."

revali doesn't say anything for a couple moments, and it makes link more nervous, his leg bouncing a little faster, his heart pounding a little harder. please say something, he thinks to himself.

"you know," revali says finally, still in that ever so gentle tone, "we don't have to do the date." and link's heart drops to his stomach. "it was never something i was going to force on you, especially not on that pathetic joke of a show. don't feel like you have to go on a date with me to please your fans if it makes you uncomfortable—"

"no," link says, whipping his head to look at revali with wide, horrified eyes. "th-that's not what i was trying to say, i do want to go on the date with you." admitting it out loud makes link blush and he wants to melt into a puddle in revali's surprised green gaze, but he can't keep shying away. so link steels himself and maintains eye contact with revali, taking a breath before continuing. "i do want to. please trust me on that, i do. i'm just nervous about it because..." link swallows. "i like you, like a lot, and this date is like, confirming that you like me back and actually planning to go on it is insane, because i never thought you'd really return my feelings and what if you back out? because i'm not gonna stop you if you don't wanna go on the date anymore, but i want to go on it so bad 'cause—"

"hey," revali cuts him off, with a strangely soft voice. "breathe for me, darling."

link blinks and then lets go of a long breath he didn't know had accumulated in his lungs. revali nods reassuringly and squeezes his hand again. "one more time," he says in that same soft voice, so link does, breathing in deeply and releasing it slowly. he feels much calmer now.

but then, revali presses his lips to their intertwined fingers, to the back of link's hand. "i want to go on the date with you too," revali murmurs to the skin, and link nearly shivers. "and believe me, i won't be backing out unless you do, because i like you too." he tilts his head slightly to the side. "do you think i'd be so cruel to drag this out if i truly didn't want to go? if anything, i should be worrying about whether or not you want to go through with it since i was the one who planned and proposed it."

"well, sometimes you're too proud to admit you're uncomfortable when it's about being better than me," link mumbles. "i would have been doing us both a favor..."

"i'm not uncomfortable," revali says softly, reassuringly, "but it's good to know that i wouldn't have been the first to back out." he smirks a little, but the fond look in his eyes betrays him.

link's stomach erupts into yet another swarm of butterflies, but he tries to play it off and scoffs. "this isn't a competition, revali."

"perhaps i'll make it into one, if that's what'll get into your stupid little skull that i want to go out with you too." the blond blinks and suddenly, revali's lips are grazing the tip of link's oh-so-sensitive ear. "first to back out of the date loses," he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice tingling into the shell of it.

in an instant, a million thoughts race around inside of link's head, and at the same time, he can feel his face reddening and dripping off of his skull like lava. his mouth drops and his eyes bulge out of his head, but no words come out as revali gently takes the tip of his ear between his teeth, and link all but short circuits—

"boys, i hope you're behaving yourselves back there," comes urbosa's voice. revali immediately pulls away and sits stiffly in his seat, hands in his lap, looking down. link blinks, missing the warmth though his face still burned, eyes still wide staring at revali, whose cheeks were beginning to match link's. "we have a fairly lengthy flight ahead of us, and i would hate to have to deal with you two causing any sort of trouble."

"like what, joining the mile high club?" zelda snickers across the way, only for mipha to gasp in shock, the both of them erupting into giggles.

link rolls his eyes and he catches revali's jaw tense, but the other man doesn't move from his position. letting out a breath through his nose, link sits back in his seat and looks out the window, watching the ground crew scurrying around and preparing the plane for flight. he's glad to have gotten reassurance and confirmation of their relationship now, at the very least.

but then, he feels revali's fingers slip back into his hand, warm and firm against his palm. link looks back, but revali isn't looking at him, his cheeks perhaps a couple shades darker than when he last looked. the blond just smiles and squeezes his hand, looking back out the plane window as the pilot announces readying for departure in the speakers above. revali squeezes back, and their hands stay intertwined for the rest of the flight.

TEHE THEY'RE IDIOTS IN LOVE. the ground crew are the koroks btw they flew on Great Deku Airlines 🙏 zel n miph definitely take pics of revalink holding hands and also when they fall asleep, link's head on revali's shoulder and revali's head leaning on link's... when urbosa wakes them up during landing, link only groans and tries to curl up closer to revali's side, mumbling about having another five minutes and urbosa is recording the whole thing for the champions vlog later 😹 when they get off the plane, revali is grumpy and glaring down anyone who tries to talk to him, but he adjusts himself when link leans on him sleepily, clinging to his arm 🥺 even in the rental car, link's head falls on revali's shoulder again as he snoozes and revali just stares down the rest of the champions, daring them to say anything as his own cheeks color pink 😄

by the time they get to their airbnb, link has regained some consciousness, but he keeps his head on revali's shoulder blinking sleepily until revali gently taps at his thigh to tell him to get up. there are four rooms in the airbnb, so roomies get assigned as (daruk & sidon), (impa & urbosa), (mipha & zelda), and of course, (revali & link). everyone rolls their eyes when revali and link blush at getting assigned to each other, glancing shyly at each other before looking away 😄

after that, the group begins to explore the airbnb. "this is a very nice place," mipha says politely, running her hand along the wall decor. "however, i didn't expect so much winter-themed decor in midst of summer."

zelda shrugs, following after mipha. "this place is owned by a man named pondo, who appears to have an affinity for the season." they come across a pair of bowling shoes mounted on the wall, surprisingly shiny and clean. "among... other things."

revali rolls his eyes as he follows urbosa down the similarly wintry-themed hallway to the room him and link have been assigned (where did link even go?), rolling both of their luggages along. why is revali taking link's luggage with him, you may ask? it's not like anyone asked him to take link's stuff with him either 😹

urbosa stops before one of the doors nearer to the end of the hall, leaning against its threshold and cocking her head at it. "this one's yours," she says, somewhat amused. "behave yourselves. you might be sharing a room, but we're sharing a whole house."

revali's face flushes and burns like a forest fire. "we're not going to do anything like that," he mutters, unable to meet urbosa's gaze. "we're not even official yet."

"but you're officially holding hands in public," urbosa lilts, pushing herself off of the threshold. "so that's official enough."

he makes a face at her. "i bet you're not even going to tell mipha and zelda the same thing, will you?"

urbosa sighs. "i have to keep a closer eye on both of them, actually. those two are complete menaces now that they're official." she pats at revali's shoulder. "i'll leave you to unpack."

and so revali enters the room, beginning to unpack some of his things and leaving link's stuff by the foot of the bed. when he finishes up, he flops onto the bed, staring at the ceiling of their shared room.

their shared room... revali blinks and sits up as it truly settles in that he and link are going to share a room for the week they're here. oh gods. they're sharing a room for a week, and sharing this one bed in the room. well, revali could always offer to sleep on the couch or make link do it, but he thinks about the warmth of link's hand entwined with his, link's soft sleepy expression gazing back at him, link's unruly blond hair spilling like silk all over his skin and the pillow he's laying upon— revali shakes himself out of his reverie, desperately willing himself not to blush. he shouldn't think such things when they haven't even put a label on their relationship yet—

suddenly, the doorknob turns and clicks open, and in steps link, dripping wet and dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. his modesty (is it modest if you're already wet and half-naked?) is protected with only a gentle one-handed grip to hold the towel together and with his free hand, link pushes his wet bangs up and over his head. oh goddesses. it's like everything is happening in slow motion. revali's lips part, his eyes widening, and he can't look away. he should, because that would be the logical, gentlemanly thing to do, but alas... the droplets of water sliding down the ridges of link's abs are rather... enthralling...

"um," link starts, "hi. i, um, forgot to bring clothes with me to the shower."

"the shower," revali repeats dumbly, and it takes his entire will to force his eyes upward to link's face instead of his very grabbable slim waist, or the v-line slipping under the towel. link's cheeks are tinged pink and his eyes are averted as he scratches at the back of his neck.

goddess, he's adorable, revali thinks immediately before catching himself. he can't say things like this when link is practically naked!

"yeah, i needed to refresh after the flight," link says, biting his lip.

"to refresh," revali repeats, blinking. it feels like his brain is melting and reforming and melting again into a searing hunk of unintelligible meat. he can't form a single coherent, logical thought right now, completely transfixed by the enticing droplets of water sliding down link's pretty throat. refresh... oh goddess, revali needs to get out of here right now. "right, okay, shit, sorry, i'll just—"

revali makes it out of their shared room and into the backyard of the house in record time. urbosa and impa are going over plans at the breakfast nook as he zooms by, beelining for the sliding glass door that leads to the back of the house, but not before urbosa can call out, "i told you to behave!"

revali could behave, alright. but it seemed like revali jr. was going to need a little more restraint.

KFDHUSKDJFHKSDJHFFKH WELL ANYWAYS. idiots to lovers is my favorite trope for these two, like they are the ultimate little freaks ever <3

after link gets his clothes on and revali jr. calms down, the champions have a shitty little dinner composed of various fast food places that were nearby 😹 idk the last time i stayed at an airbnb, i went to get mcdonalds with my cousin in the middle of the night and now it's like a core memory, so i'm passing it onto the champs. i do love me some fries and chicken nuggets though 🤍 impa is outside taking a call at the time, but i'm thinking ab daruk n urbosa with double double burgers and animal fries from in n out..... sidon n mipha with five (5) filet-o-fish sandwiches each 😭 zelda dipping fries into her sundae :] link absolutely would have gotten something from dennys, he's chaos incarnate returning to his homeland (dennys), and revali kind of gives me the vibes that he doesn't fw fast food at all LOL, so he just gets whatever link gets to make it easier on himself, but grumbles and blushes a little when urbosa smiles knowingly at him. hehe >:]

after dinner, they all slowly file off into their rooms to wash up and get ready for bed. there's two bathrooms with showers between the four bedrooms, so they divide the two between the guys and girls. revali takes his shower after sidon, and takes a much quicker one than he's happy with. he totally seems like the type of guy that has an intricate hair care ritual/routine and would hog the bathroom for more than an hour, but link still has to take his actual shower and y'all already know down baddd revali is for him 🤣

revali comes back to their shared bedroom, his hair wrapped up in a towel, dressed in pajama pants and a large plain shirt. link is flopped on the floor of the room as he scrolls through what revali assumes to be tiktok.

"shower's yours," revali says, walking around link and sitting on his side of the bed. he takes off the wrap and bends over to towel dry his hair. "why are you on the floor?"

"my clothes are dirty so i don't wanna get in the bed with them," link says, sitting up and staring at revali. "and i'm sharing with you. i would have thought you would complain if i was in bed with my dirty clothes."

revali fights the heat crawling up his neck and swallows. goddess, they're actually going to share the damn bed. "do whatever you want," he manages in a mumble, sitting back up and throwing his hair back, grabbing the brush he left on the nightstand. "that's... very considerate of you, though."

link hums, before jumping to his feet and taking his stuff with him to the bathroom. when the door shuts with a click, revali glances back at it before letting out a sigh. can he really make it through the night sharing the bed with this heavenly creature of a man that's become rather fond of in the last few weeks?

revali is finishing up with the last of his braid when link comes back from his shower, thankfully fully clothed this time, dressed similarly with pajama pants and a shirt. but instead of practically breaking down the door, link opens it slowly and peeks inside, meeting revali's eyes and neither of them looking away, for several moments.

"are you going to come in or will you stand there the rest of the night like a ghost?" revali says finally, breaking the stare and tying the end of the braid. the only light on in the room now is the lamp beside revali on the nightstand.

link finally opens the rest of the door and shuffles quietly inside, closing it behind him before sitting at the edge of the bed. when revali looks back up, link is looking down at his lap and fingers fidgeting again, like he was in the plane. it makes revali soften, recalling why link had been anxious then.

"getting cold feet?" he says, as softly as he can. link's head shoots up to look at him, eyes wide with terror like he was on the plane when revali suggested that they didn't have to go forward with the date.

"no," the blond answers immediately, but revali can see the way his lip trembles when he says it.

"i can sleep on the couch—" he begins to offer, but link quickly shakes his head and crawls onto the bed to properly sit on it.

"no, i want to—" he starts before cutting himself off. link's cheeks pinken. "i want to... i want to share the bed... with you..."

"you don't sound very confident," revali tries to joke, but his tone is still so unbearably gentle.

link shakes his head again, and this time when he looks at revali, his face is set in an adamant expression, his brows furrowed. "i do want to share the bed with you," he says. "i can. i swear. please trust me."

for some reason, it makes revali's heart skip a beat, but he just snorts and shakes his head before settling into the bed, turning the lamp on the nightstand off. "sure," he says, tugging the blanket underneath link up. "and if i wake up in the morning with you on the floor or on the couch, i'll definitely still believe you."

link wrinkles his nose at revali (cute, he thinks), and then follows after him under the blanket on his side of bed. revali sighs as he relaxes, lying on his back as he stares at the ceiling. link shuffles beside him onto his side, and revali can practically feel those wide blue eyes staring holes into the side of his face.

"want to take a picture?" revali mumbles, already feeling drowsy. the travel fatigue was starting to get to him. "it might last longer."

"sorry," link whispers. "you're just so... beautiful."

revali almost has the energy to blush. almost. "thanks," he says instead. he shuts his eyes, and listens to the sound of link's breathing beside him. they're both quiet for a while, until revali continues in a much quieter voice, "you are too." he swears he can hear link's breath catch as he lets sleep claim him.

and it's the best sleep he's ever had in his life. usually, revali wakes up at the crack of dawn, when the light is barely creeping over the horizon, no matter what time he slept. but when he wakes in the morning, the sun is already fully above the horizon and shining through the curtains. link is curled into his side, head on revali's shoulder and an arm thrown over his stomach, revali's own arms cradling link's body, keeping him close. the blond snores lightly, but sleeps like a rock atop revali. dimly, he realizes their legs are tangled together under the blanket, but he's warm and he's comfortable. revali closes his eyes; maybe staying in bed a little while longer like this wouldn't be so bad...

but that thought is cut short with urbosa knocking on the door to their room. "wake up, lovebirds, breakfast is ready!" she calls. "make sure you look decent before you get out here."

even closed, revali rolls his eyes and lets out a soft groan. link mumbles and shifts under his arms, trying to snuggle closer to revali, who dares not move an inch as the blond makes himself comfortable once more. only when link settles, still curled around him, does revali speak again, opening his eyes.

"i'm surprised you're not jumping out of bed for food," he says softly. "i'd have thought of you as a ravenous beast with an endless hunger, or perhaps a garbage disposal unit."

link hums at him. "comfy," he murmurs in response. "still sleepy too."

fortunately for revali, he's also still too drowsy for his heart rate to pick up and link hearing it. "a couple more minutes wouldn't hurt then," he replies, letting his eyes fall shut. "breakfast can wait."

they get a max of 7 minutes cuddling together under the blankets before zelda and mipha bust down the door together, saying they're taking too long and the food is going to get cold, and i don't care if you're being cute and gay and snuggly GET UP ALREADY!!! this time, link groans and throws the blanket over their heads, clinging to revali, but he sighs and decides it's time to actually wake up. after all, revali is well-acquainted with link's large diet and he needs to make sure the blond is always eating well, right? 😁😁 link will still be sleepily, grumpily clinging to revali's arm as they make their way to the dining room since he was so comfy in the bed, and only fully wakes up when the smell of food hits his nose 😹

a couple days later, the champs have their panel at twitchcon 👁️ i don't really care enough to write a whole scene about what the champs get asked, because it'll probably just be standard questions like, "what kind of group content do you guys have planned?" or "are you guys going to make a twitchcon vlog?" ("yes") or "zelda please marry me" ("security please get this person out of here") and i just am not feeling creative enough to write all that

HOWEVER. HOWEVER. revalink during the entire panel. ooughh. oughh man. they're sat together towards the center right of the panel table (from audience pov/stage center left), giggling and whispering to each other as questions are asked, chiming in here and there to crack jokes or answer as needed, stealing glances/side-eyes at each other whenever they can. they're so silly :3

at some point, The Question gets asked; "okay this one's for link and revali. have you guys gone on the date that revali planned from the love or host, or has this all been an elaborate ruse to make us all think you were dating?"

the question catches both link and revali off-guard, the both of them blinking dumbly at it. i mean, they were expecting to be asked a question about their relationship, seeing as it was a bit public and anyone could see it from their collab streams & videos, the way they bantered on twitter or in the comments of each other's instagram posts. they weren't subtle about it at all, but of course anything could be an act on the internet.

link's cheeks begin to pinken as he glances at revali, before turning back to the questioner to respond. "well, um, so—" and finally, the sound of link's voice makes revali's brain click back into place.

"have you any decorum?" he cuts the blond off smoothly. "it's not anyone's business how our relationship is going, actually. but if you desperately wish to know, then all you have to know is that it's plenty real and though we haven't gone on the date yet, it's planned and it's happening." revali looks at link, whose head is fully turned to look back at him, utterly flustered, eyes wide and cheeks fully flushed pink. his heart softens; cute.

suddenly, revali gets an idea. as subtle as he can, he reaches under the table and takes link's hand into his, sliding his fingers down the blond's palm before lacing their fingers together. if it's possible, link's eyes get even wider, his face even darker with blush, revali's heart practically melting even more from the look on his face. "link will not be seeing anyone for a while," revali says softly, but making sure the mic catches his voice as he keeps his eyes on link, "and he's very content with our current predicament.

a chorus of "awh"s and cheers rise from the crowd, while the rest of the champions groan or roll their eyes at the display. link gives revali a small smile and squeezes his hand. revali returns the smile with a fond look and squeezes back.

"i hope you guys know they're holding hands under the table right now," comes zelda's voice through the speakers, haughty and prim. the crowd screams and shouts and cheers even louder. "it's very rich of revali to complain about you not having any decorum and then continuing to have no decorum himself in public."

"oh shush, zelda, you're holding hands with mipha under the table too," urbosa replies. zelda shrieks in opposition, mipha bursts out laughing, the crowd gets louder, but link and revali are still staring at each other, still blushing, still holding hands stuck in their own world.

and of course, people were taking videos during the panel. the entire scene from question to zelda's shrieking is recorded and posted and made edits of and retweeted and qrt'd to death, until they're #1 on trending. it's a little embarrassing; this is the most attention revali and link's relationship has ever received, especially outside of their community. but neither of them regret it. next time, maybe they'll even post a picture of them actually holding hands. <3

[brawlina]

Feel free to write this into an actual story if you like. All I ask is a bit of credit and a link if it does get written.

Brawl Stars Fanfic Idea #2

Stu's Big Happy Family

Summary: Stu didn't really have much to live for. The job was alright but he never really felt like he fit in with all the rest. That was until two little girls came into his life. And then more kids came into it. Oh dear.

(More under the cut)

I've been thinking of best dad Stu a bit and thought 'won't it be funny if he just started adopting everyone else?' So that's how this came to be.

Main Plot Points

Until Bonnie and Janet came into his life, Stu felt like an outsider to most things happening in the park. This references how everyone was just confused about which trio he belonged to before the stunts show area was completed.

He's just a regular robot that got upgraded with new hardware and was given a new (if very dangerous) job. This, along with the fact his job requires him to fail really wears down on him.

He's always been good with kids as a performer but doesn't get to spend much time with them from either visitors or fellow brawlers.

He finds/rescues Bonnie and Janet (choose which one fits better) and he gets attached, leading to him basically adopting them.

This adoption somehow opens the floodgates of all the other 'younger brawlers to hang around him more and him getting more parental with them. Probably because having dependents makes him want to engage more and be open to others.

He becomes a cool uncle to several of the other brawlers as he tries to help them through their own troubles and drama

Potential Story Beats (in no particular order)

Janet and Bonnie helping 'humanize' Stu to his crowd so he gets routines where he doesn't get completely destroyed by the end of it

Finding a lost Buster and Gus in the train station, becoming an Uncle and a Grunkle (Grandpa Uncle) to them respectively

The Stunts Family getting assimilated/integrated with the Junker family and the pirate crew

Fun assassin bonding time with Leon and maybe Edgar. Nita tags along because that's all she can do

Stu comforting Janet after Melodie's arrival stirs up feelings of inadequacy in her

The Cinema Trio doing some fun shoots with Stu helping

Stu realizing that the other robots (at least the other one eyed robots) were always happy to take him as their own kin in a way

Buzz and Poco confirming that Stu was there to stay as their drummer and forming a little support thing between the three of them

Stu helping shield Poco from some nasty comments about his playing

Stu asking the Bad Randoms to indulge in Janet's request to be in a pop band for at least one day

Jamming session with Draco and maybe Melodie and Edgar

The Junker family sitting Stu down with the help of his daughters so that he'd actually take care of himself for once.

Nightmare patrol in making sure his kids have a good night's sleep

Halloween trick or treating as a family :)

Parent support group started by Pam. For general parenting advice (and especially on how to face your own kids in battle)

Potential ships with the other robots? (Bonus if poly)

Relationships with others can honestly be whatever since Family isn't always structured. As long as most of the cast have a generally positive attitude to Stu since this is meant to be pretty fluffy.

[findafight]

hiii so i just saw a post where you were answering an anon and you said you had a lavender marriage stobin au, one where children break into their house and then get adopted (??), and one where steve has a half sister. if it’s not too much trouble can i have the links for those fics cause they seem rlly interesting and i would love to read all of that? thanks!! - 💜

haha Sure! here are the tags big brother steve au

and Hollywood Studio Era Lavender Marriage Stobin au

but also. I will elaborate under the readmore for Lavender's Blue because I haven't said anything about The Children and I love them so so much haha

They eloped right after Robin graduated, 1936, and end up leaving hawkins in fall of that year, after more than a year has passed since the upside down (in this au, everything is 50 years ealier and it's done after s3 and also hop isn't dead) They get a ground floor apartment in a sketchy part of LA. It's kinda shitty, has all of three rooms (bedroom, livingroom/kitchen, and somehow a private bathroom) Steve is working as a server at a diner and as a sort of gofer/physical labour/just do what we tell you to for the day guy at the same studio Robin rambled her way into being an editing assistant at.

He comes home one day in early 1937 to find a kid, no older than eight, eating a hunk of bread at the table. The child says "you should probably invest in better window locks." Before going back to the bread.

Steve blinks. Huffs. Says "well don't you think it's rather rude to stay for dinner without introducing yourself?"

Which is how Robin finds him with Charmaine, all seven years and 40 pounds of her, eating beans and corn on bread at the table with Steve. She just sighs, because of course he'd acquire another child less than six months away from Hawkins. Of course.

So it becomes routine, Sherry (as Steve has taken to calling her) shows up every few days for a meal or a bath, and slowly they learn that she's an orphan (unsurprising) and is living with a few other street kids who fell through the many wide cracks the Great Depression caused. Robin immediately invites them all to come over, have Steve cook up a nice big pot of chili for them and get them all washed up a bit. Sherry seems weary, but says she'll see.

At this point, it's spring 1937 and Steve's been asked to do a couple walk-on parts, and the studio seems to like his All-America look so is starting to shift him from "guy who does stuff we ask" to "guy who does stuff we ask but in front of the camera this time", which means he's getting a raise and can probably quit the diner job soon, and he and Robin can start looking for a better apartment but don't want to move without letting their newest gremlin know and making sure she's safe.

The next day sees Sherry and the kids she calls her siblings, five altogether, mismatched skin tone and heights and ages, standing outside Steve and Robin's apartment door fumbling with the key Steve gave her in case she needed to get in when they're not there.

One is clearly a toddler being held by a young teenager, another has a visible limp, and they all look dirty and scared. But they came, because Sherry said the Buckleys are actually half decent and invited them all, and Robin said they were welcome to stay whenever and Steve gave her a key, so they obviously won't get in trouble and they can always leave early because she knows their schedules. Steve stumbles home after a double shift at the diner to find them sprawled on the living room floor, bundled in blankets, asleep.

He tucks them in and is sure to make enough eggs in the morning.

After that...they just. Don't leave. Robin and Steve have a lot of talks about what to do about the kids, if they should move, how to ask the kids if they want to move in if they DO move.

Robin is getting more responsibility at work, Steve's being looked at for a role alongside Mae West that isn't a gangster (it's a lead romantic interest), and The Kids are becoming more Their Kids. The tiny shitty apartment is crawling with kids and eventually they sit everyone down and say "Hey. We need to move if you guys want to stay with us. Do you want to stay with us? We could, if you wanted, officially adopt you..."

So they do. Steve gets the part, playing a young sailor who falls in love with older married socialite Mae West, and his career really starts. (it has an infamous scene in which West stands on steps, looking down on Steve, who looks up at her, all big eyes and floppy hair. She says, with that famous Mae West drawl, "I'll devour you, kid." to which he says, breathless, "Please do." which barely gets passed the censors) They get a bigger apartment, the kids officially move in, and everyone at the studio realizes that the buckleys have a couple of tagalong kids now. The fanmags eat. it. up.

[centeris2]

An article about Taina Malen, from Marketing at Star Stable Entertainment!

https://animationxpress.com/latest-news/star-stables-taina-malen-journey-building-a-gaming-community-for-girls/

(I sure hope this shows up in the tags)

Since it’s an article, not a video this time around, I’ll paste it here for folks to read easier, under the read more because it’s a rather long article, but highlights include:

Taina Malen, chief business developer officer and chief marketing officer, has been at SSE for 9(+) years

Not specifically stated, but I’m guessing she’s the reason JA and every single other real life musician was brought in to SSO, since JA showed up in 2014, 9 years ago. 

“they plan to expand on” their book publishing. hah. hahah. hahahahahah. Guess this was when they were trying to keep things quiet. 

They “explored” licensing with toy companies, but now the focus is on Android to expand their market soooo that toy deal we heard about is gone?

It is very much Girl centric, Girl Power, Girl Gamer, for Female Audiences, the Female Market, stuff.

Seems the average SSO player sticks around for 4 years, which is a lot longer than average games keep players around. Many players are still sticking around after 10 years. Yay longevity

They talk about Ride With Us. It’s... a lot of fancy nonsense.

SSE is currently working with Ferly and Cake Entertainment on an animation, so I guess Mistfall hasn’t died? But looking for financing and distribution (dear god Star Stable Streaming I can see it now)

SSE is working on a Live Action pitch. God I hope it’s just more of those silly live action commercials they did a super long time ago but I fear it’s not.

Give the actual article a read below, or with the link above!

The gaming industry has seen tremendous growth in recent years. While men have traditionally dominated the gaming industry, female pioneers have broken boundaries and paved the way for future generations of female gamers and leaders. One such leader is Taina Malen, the chief business development officer and chief marketing officer of Star Stable Entertainment. Malen’s contributions to the gaming industry serve as an inspiration to aspiring female gamers and leaders, highlighting the importance of diversity and inclusivity in the industry.

Talking to AnimationXpress, Malen, who has over 25 years of experience in the entertainment industry having previously held positions in CANAL+, Universal Pictures and Warner Bros, opens up about her journey and the industry.

“Throughout my career, I have had the opportunity to work with some amazing companies,” said Malen, who comes from a background in music, film, TV and pay TV. “I, along with some former colleagues, started an esports initiative called Esportal before joining Star Stable.” Esportal is still operational today. Interestingly, one of its owners was also a shareholder in Star Stable.

When Malen joined Star Stable, it was still a small team of 14 people. Her role was to set up marketing disciplines, customer service and brand extensions such as music, publishing and animation. “Over the past nine years, the company has expanded to over 200 employees,” she said. “Throughout this journey, the mission was to build a platform for girls in tech and gaming, and this has remained a constant. The vision that ‘every girl is a hero’ has guided everything the company does, including the development of the game Star Stable Online.”

The company’s core product is its game, but it is into book publishing as well. It has 15 titles in 14 languages at present, which it plans to expand on. The team sees this as a great way to expand its brand by promoting its characters outside of the game. They also create their own music, with some of their characters being artists in the game. They have collaborated with female singer-songwriters and artists to bring their game characters to life. Malen’s interest in music began early on when as a youth, she went on tour with Europe, the legendary Swedish rock-band, which taught her about the industry and broadened her network. She has studied journalism and is passionate about communication and writing. She believes that entertainment is all about “emotion and connecting with people,” and loves working with creative individuals.

Along with that, the company has explored licensing opportunities with Just Play as their master toy, and collaborated with H&M in the Nordics to connect with brands that focus on female audiences. This year, they plan to expand onto new platforms such as Android as they continue to seek out ways to get their product into the market.

“The primary target of our game is girls, and we pride ourselves on being the world’s leading horse game,” she shared. “While horses are a crucial aspect of the game, it’s not just about collecting and riding them. Our game is full of magic, mystery and even evil forces that players can work to overcome and make Jorvik Island a better place.”

There is a lot of text in the game, so it’s essential for players to be able to read. Their core players are typically between the age group of 8-18 with 14 being the average age . “As young girls aspire to be like older girls, our player base spans a wide range of ages, making it challenging to target a specific age group. Our players tend to stay with us for around four years and more, with some of our oldest players staying for 10, which is quite a long time in the gaming industry. Overall, our game offers an exciting experience with weekly updates that keep our players engaged for an extended period.”

When the company began 11 years ago, the concept of a “girl gamer” was non-existent. They aimed to create a brand that focused on producing quality entertainment for girls who did not associate themselves with traditional video games that involved first-person shooting. Despite the industry’s slow start, it has become more receptive to female gamers in recent years. Although there is more entertainment available now that appeals to any gender, there is still room for improvement when it comes to creating content specifically for girls.  

“There are a lot of men making the games and products. Women developers are quite scarce,” Malen said. “However, at the company where I work, we have more than 50 per cent women across the board, including younger generations. In general, I feel that the gaming industry has been male-oriented since the beginning and it still is. Based on my experience in the entertainment industry, I would argue that this is changing in the country where I am, but I’m not certain if this trend applies to the rest of the world.”

Malen shared that their new marketing initiative called ‘Ride With Us’ acts as a brand platform for the business. The platform’s purpose is to give customers a way to connect with the business regardless of their interests, age, or stage of life. The first campaign under this encourages everyone to take part in the community of the brand, highlighting the fact that despite differences in appearance and behaviour, there is still something that unites individuals.

[youtube link to Ride With Us video]

To inspire more women to join the gaming community, she added, “The most important thing is to stay true to yourself and believe in what you want to do. If you have faith in yourself and trust your instincts, I think you can accomplish anything. I believe that as long as I stay true to my values, whether they are personal or professional, and trust my intuition, I can overcome any obstacle. If more women stand their ground and get the chance to be heard, the world will be a better place.”

Star Stable is currently working with Cake Entertainment and Ferly on their long form animation, the script for which is ready. They are looking for the final piece of financing and distribution before launching the production. Additionally, they have finalised a live action concept that they will soon start to pitch to companies around the world. Aimed at a young adult audience, they plan to produce this project with someone, yet to be seen.

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Comic-con || Corinthian

Pairing: Corinthian x Trans male! Reader

Requested?: YES?

Sent in by: Anonymous

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sex (Please let me know if there are any others x )

Summary: M/n and Corinthian attend a convention.

Word Count: 795

Author's note: This is the oneshot that I wrote by accident (instead of Headcanons). Anyway, hope you enjoy x

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“Are you cold, love?" my boyfriend said mockingly as he watched me shiver from beside me. Standing outside in the cold was something that had to be done while waiting to be let into the convention. It was part of the experience, one of the things that made it worth it when we were finally let into the warm building. I had managed to drag Corinthian with me, since I didn't think going alone was a good idea. Luckily, he was happy to tag along… After some convincing.

“no, I'm fine" I huffed, not wanting him to comment on it for the rest of the day. Though, he didn't seem to buy it, taking his jacket off and placing it around my shoulders.

“I told you, you should have worn something warmer” he said, as I wrapped the jacket further around me. I grumbled at him, even though I knew he was right. I've been to too many conventions to not bring a jacket for the wait in line. Though, It honestly wasn't that cold when we left my apartment. Most of the time, inside the convention hall is pretty warm, but it is usually cold while waiting in line. I should have known that by now. 

Before we knew it, the line began to move. I eagerly rummaged through my bag for our tickets, eventually finding the plastic-wallet that I kept them in. I handed one to Corinthian, who studied it questionably. I figured that he wasn't stupid enough to not know what it was, though I wanted to say something, just in case. "You show that to the guys inside, then they'll give you a lanyard” I explained as we got closer to the doors, and he hummed in acknowledgement.

~~~

“ooh! let's look there!" I called, even though I knew my boyfriend was behind me. I could feel his fingers were still laced with mine. At first I hadn't noticed how bored he seemed to be. Sure, he tried his best to sound interested in what I was showing him, but there was only so much he could pretend. 

In some ways, I understood that if you weren't interested in this kind of stuff, then it could be boring for people, like, I wouldn't want to go to a convention about horses or something.

The blonde stood beside me as I gazed at all of the art shown on a nice looking Ladies stall, trying to seem as though he was looking, as to not offend the lady. “That guy kind of looks like me" he eventually mused, pointing to a nicely drawn picture of Nanami from Jujitsu Kaizen .

When I looked up at him, I chuckled when I realized that he was right.

“Sure does babe, though you're not really the type to wear blue” I chuckled, handing the woman behind the stall some cash, in exchange for her artwork. Quite a lot of her work actually, she was really talented.

“You think I'd look good in blue?" he asked, as I thanked the Lady as we began to walk away.

“You look good in everything, it's actually insufferable" I grumbled, and he chuckled as his fingers linked with mine again.

“you know what else I’d look good in?" he whispered, only loud enough for me to hear. My face turned red at his suggestive tone, and slapped his arm as a wall to tell him to shut up. He took the first chance he got to drag me away to the closest bathroom, and I followed behind willingly. 

~~~

I almost grunted as my back was pushed against the door of the toilet stall. my hands gripped his shoulders as he held me up, his rough lips on mine making me shiver.

“Cori” I breathed, as I pulled away from the kiss, staring into his eyes or, well, his sunglasses. “I think we should slow down…” I suggested, starting to grow nervous about where this was going.

“Why, doll?" he asked, his thumbs starting to rub circles into my thighs, it was hard to put what I was feeling into words, especially since he already knew. The fact that I'm trans isn't something we really talked about often, but it always seemed to be a topic in these situations.

“Is this what I think this is about? "he asked, and I nodded. His eyebrows raised slightly when I confirmed it, and he sighed slightly "awe, sugar, you know I don't care about that stuff. You're a

man. That's all that matters to me" he said, and I nodded silently, " Plus, I have teeth for eyes, I can't really judge.” he said, and I chuckled at his words, feeling a little better after what he said.

"Right, can I go back to fucking my boyfriend now?" he asked, smirking as I nodded,  and he began to attack my neck with kisses.

[countrymusiclover]

33 - Just Friends...We're Always More

Sequel link here - The Texas Tire Family

Texas Romance

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Exiting the kitchen of the restaurant I passed Mandy while I went to grab some menus hearing the door bell ring so I turned on my heels dropping them on the floor seeing my daughter and Georgie standing at the hostiest stand waiting to be seated. "Uh hi Georgie, what exactly are you doing here?" It felt weird even though he's technically the father of my child.

"Well, this little one wanted to come watch mommy work. Plus, she loves their chicken fingers and tator tots." He responded, holding her in his arms, causing me to hold the menus closer to my chest immediately thinking about tator tots the second he said it.

Clearing my throat, I knew I needed to focus on my job right now. "Great. Right this way, you two." Putting them in a booth, he hands me back the menus, ordering a cheeseburger and what my daughter likes. But he grabbed my wrist, gently pulling me to a stop.

"After you're shift would you be open to spending the evening with me?" His brown eyes locked onto mine while Aurora was coloring in a picture with scribbles.

Biting my lip, I nodded slowly, heading back inside the kitchen. "Sure. I just have to find someone to watch Aurora."

"What's got you so upset?" Mandy entered the kitchen, seeing me leaning up against the wall, still holding tightly onto the menus instead of putting them back on the host stand. "You act like you've seen a ghost."

Running a hand through my hair, I throw my head back against the wall. Hearing plates slid over to me, telling me I had to go back out there and face Georgie even though part of me didn't want to. "The father of my child is out there right now with her...the problem is I got in a car accident, and I don't remember ever loving him. But now, every once and a while, he says something that makes me more confused than I already am. What do I do?"

"If he hasn't ever broken your heart or been mean to your daughter, I'd say give him a chance. Who is so adorable, by the way." She asked, picking up the plates and handing them to me after taking the menus, pushing me towards the doorway.

An hour after my shift was over, I actually got Mandy to agree to watch Aurora since Missy was hanging out with friends for the night. Pulling a red flannel on with some ripped jeans, I let my hair fall loose down my back. Slipping on some tenna shoes, I opened the front door, seeing him wearing a Jean jacket and some dark blue jeans holding up a bag of to go food from Diary Queen. "I brought you a Chili cheese dog and a peanut butter shake since they were always your favorite. Then I thought we could star gazing or rad my meemaw's house for fire crackers like we did the first night we kissed."

"Wait, we really messed with fire crackers?" I asked, taking the bag from his hands as he closed the door behind him, entering the kitchen searching through the cabinets.

He pulled down a small box showing me them as I had part of the Chilli dog in my mouth almost dropping it on the kitchen table. "You wanna try one out for old times sake. Since my meemaw's out bowling tonight?"

"I guess it couldn't hurt as long as we don't set her house on fire." I shrugged my shoulders sitting down my food following him out the backdoor.

"You know she actually said that to me the night we first did this." He pointed out making me chuckle nervously. "Thankfully that didn't happen. I would be upset if it caught my hair.

Stopping in my tracks he pulled the first one out tossing it across the yard almost not hearing me mumble under my breath. "I would've been too.." The firecracker hit the ground creating a loud boom where I almost covered my ears as a smile graces my face.

"Can I try one?" I whispered feeling sort of comfortable with the whole idea as if i had really done this before with him. Just the two of us outside alone like this.

He stepped up handing me one after lighting it for me. Closing my eyes for a second I then tossed it towards the fence hearing the boom when it hits against the fence. "That was awesome. I can't believe I forgot I did this - woah." I started jumping around in excitement but my left foot gets hooked on a rock where I almost tumbled to the dirt.

"I've got ya, darlin'." Georgie quickly wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me closer into his embrace before I could fall.

My hands clutched the fabric of his Jean jacket as my eyes drifted up to his and without thinking I mumbled leaning in and kissing him. "Georgie..." He leans into the kiss sitting me on my feet wrapping his arms around my waist deepening it.

"I love you, Y/n....you're the only girl I've ever loved...I want you to come back please." He mumbled in between kisses when one of my hands starts twisting his curls in between my fingers until I gasped pulling away from the kiss grabbing my head seeing memories flash before my eyes.

He kisses back wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. "It's not that I don't want to - I'm just scared. But I won't be as long as I'm kissing the man I love."

"I got an A, y/n" I finally controlled my laughter to roll on my side to face him, grinning big. "I shouldn't say this but...I told you so."

He rolled his eyes pulling me up on his lap to kiss me playfully. "Come'ere, darlin'." I smiled poking him lightly. "Ok my smart texan"

Leaning forward pressing his lips onto mine. "I'll love you always, Georgie Cooper."

"I'll love you always too, Y/n." He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on mine.

Georgie gently grabs my forearms searching to figure out what was wrong. "Y/n, what's wrong. What hurts. I'll take you to the hospital let's go." He started to pick me up bridal style until I grabbed his face in my hands crashing his lips onto mine again.

"I love you..." I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck smiling as I felt happy tears fall down my face.

He squeezes my waist moving his hands down with a confused look on his face not understanding what I had said. "What did you say, Y/n?"

Leaning up on my toes I crashed my lips onto his more passionate this time so when I broke it we were both heavily breathing. "I remember, Georgie. I remember everything about you, about us. I love you and I'm sorry-"

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in for a tight hug. Wrapping my arms around him I bury my face into his neck feeling him starting to cry too before the back door opened hearing his meemaw gasp in shock. "I thought I got rid of all those packs of firecrackers. What the hell are you two doing out here?" Breaking the hug I wasn't concerned if she was mad with us right now all that was important was that I was back with him.

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Send me any ideas readers of what should happen next

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uwu

I'm in ship mode.

Starting the new year with some Angus/Deirdre What If fluff.

By What If, I mean I don't actually think this fits in with the show, but they never technically said it couldn't happen uwu

(here's my link to the whole thing)

To set the stage, we know Rohan lived in the castle since he was a kid, and Angus tagged along as part of a package deal. Angus also immediately took to crawling around in the walls, finding passages that were probaby meant for... idk, cats? Maybe? I don't know why there's so much space for him in there, especially as an adult, but there ya go.

But I'm also imagining that with the shape of the stones on the outside of the castle, there are enough handholds for small fingers to find purchase. Experienced rock climbers can get a grip on what seems like a totally flat wall because they can work with such subtle grooves after years of practise. Picture Angus getting into a dozen different places through a mix of gaps between the walls and crawling around on the outside to come in through a window.

Angus and Deirdre technically met in that episode about the curse on Kells, which was just when Rohan went to live in the castle, and immediately after Deirdre referred to Rohan as some "dirty boy". We see Angus getting into Cathbad's chamber, coughing on the way in from all the dust, so no matter how dirty Rohan was, Angus would be even worse. And from the look of things, Angus didn't have a reason to go in the castle until then; the guy makes such a big show of knowing everything about a place when he's introducing someone to it (like Garrett to Tir Na Nog and that kid-prince to Cathbad's chamber too), and he acts like he's never seen this room before.

So.

uwu

Imagine Angus, brand-new to the passages in this castle. He's trying to find his way to where Rohan is, but this place is a maze. He's never truly sure which room he's about to pop out of, but he does realize - after going in a few circles - that there are more than a few ways to enter certain rooms.

Deirdre, who's passing through these halls, hears louder skittering than any rat (or cat) she's heard before. She's curious, and she's bored from all of her princess lessons, so this is the perfect spark of excitement to go see what it is. She follows it around, trying to keep up with it going up and down the floors. It goes all the way until she's in an empty guest room, creeping closer and closer towards the fireplace.

And then out pops a soot monster.

(it's angus but she doesn't know that yet)

Deirdre's surprised for half a second, and then outraged that this even dirtier boy is intruding through her castle walls. Angus can't see her because he's got soot over his eyes, so he doesn't know this is the princess yet. But he figures it out after he pats himself off and covers the whole room in soot, getting Deirdre to start coughing and angrily yell for the guards. That makes everything snap into sense, and Angus is back in the fireplace and off through the walls a second later.

Then the rest of the episode with the curse happens, Angus finds Rohan, the two of them meet Deirdre, and they (or Rohan at least) pretty much never talk to her again until they're adults - based on how they are with each other in the first episode, anyway.

Except now I'm gonna change what happened over the years to plant some better seeds for a budding princess-and-thief romance. 😌

Angus is still going to want to visit Rohan while they're growing up (obviously). He's also going to want to map out the rest of this castle. So he visits, and he explores, and he stumbles into empty rooms, and he leaves a sooty mess behind, and he disappears before anyone else can catch him. He and Rohan probably giggle about this since the servants would mention some soot-ghost causing them all this extra work, and - more importantly - annoying the princess, who says it's some boy that's running around. Rohan won't admit a thing to Cathbad, and Angus is good at staying hidden.

Then one day, he crawls out of a passage in the corner of a room, and comes face-to-knee with...

😵‍💫 Deirdre.

Angus has just found out where her room is, and she is not happy.

She isn't the type to start hysterically screaming for help right away, and now that she's met Angus at least once (during the curse episode), she's much more likely to look down at him crawling in from that corner and go, "YOU. 😠 You're the one who's been hiding in the walls."

Angus goes "whoops" and disappears again, leaving Deirdre to shove some furniture over the hole to block it up.

A few nights after that, and Deirdre - stubbornly getting through her needlework in a different room - sees some soot sprinkle down and onto her fabric. She looks up, and beside a hole in the ceiling by the chandelier, she sees Angus. She goes, "😠," he goes, "🤫" and then he disappears again. Deirdre is scolded for getting distracted and quietly returns to her stitches.

A few nights after that, Deirdre hears rustling from behind the wardrobe in her room. She gets up to go see if it's a mouse that's been trapped... and finds Angus chomping on food he's stolen from the royal pantry. Clearly he's mapped out that route, but he mesed up on finding his way back to Rohan and on finding a better spot to rest for a snack.

Deirdre goes, "😠 OUT." Angus goes "😮 oop" and takes off again.

The key to this is that Deirdre thinks Angus is a pest, enough to want him gone, but is having an easy time getting rid of Angus by herself. No guards required, or else everything would forcibly end early.

There are a other few milestones I picture happening along the way when they're still kids, like Deirdre hearing muffled breathing from somewhere in her room, just to explore and find Angus behind the wall of another corner, only just visible behind a smaller hole that - for once - he can't actually fit through.

Except he's just snoozing back there.

He scatters when she wakes him up - throwing a rock at him or something, because he's in her castle and she isn't going to touch him when he's so filthy - but weeks later, he's in there again. Same thing happens. The third time, though, is when he doesn't really wake up from her snapping at him. With the hole being just smaller than their heads, she can't quite get a good look at him, but she ducks down and puts her ear against it to listen, all to hear him shivering. She thought it was the pop of the fire in the hearth, but it's him.

It occurs to her that the reason he's in this part of the wall is because it's beside her fire. He's freezing. It was winter but she hadn't made the connection to the cold and needing shelter. She knows he has a friend in the castle, but she assumes he wasn't allowed to stay with him because of Cathbad. Their druid's complained about him occasionally to her father.

She considers doubling down and waking him up for sure, but... well, the fire drowns out the noise, he's quiet enough anyway, and it isn't like he can get in here through that small hole in the corner. She puts a basket in the way to be safe, casually adds more wood to fireplace, and returns to bed. He isn't allowed to stay there forever, but if it's so cold that he has nowhere else to be, he can stay for one night.

She never asks about his circumstances, since he's a peasant and it's obvious what they'd be, but on the nights that it's cold enough to warrant a fire, she gets into a loose habit of checking if he's there before she goes to sleep. They don't bother each other, but if he's there when she checks (he sometimes is), she'll add more firewood.

He's interesting to her. There aren't any other kids around, and certainly not any boys (she's not counting Cathbad's apprentice). She's peeked at him during the night a few times, like he was a new kitten in a barn or something. He's always either been asleep or already gone to wherever he goes. Both are interesting, even though she has to wonder how he's somehow never awake to notice.

Another milestone is a time she's lost something. A necklace, maybe, and one that was important to her. She looks in her room and all over the castle, but it's nowhere to be found. Some time later, after another night she's cried herself to sleep, she hears a soft clink in the corner by the fire. There's no fire tonight, since it's quite warm this time of year. She gets up to investigate anyway, and finds her necklace beside the basket, which was pushed to the side a bit. There's no one behind the wall. She even calls out to be sure, and there's silence.

It's never really clear if she did lose it or if 'someone' took it in the first place. All she knows is that she got it back and she's grateful. Eventually, she decides she must have lost it. Every way of getting in here is blocked off by something already, and she doesn't think he'd be reckless enough to come in through the window.

She doesn't hear him for months after that. No scurrying, no snoozing, no snacking. She's pleased that it's finally done, and proud to have endured it...

... but one night, she decides to leave an apple in the spot behind her wardrobe. It's where he'd been snacking when she caught him that time.

The apple's still there days later. There are a few bites missing, but they look like rat bites. She throws the apple away, embarrassed by the whose idea, but a month later, the urge to try again returns. It might have something to do with Cathbad's newest complaints, meaning Angus hasn't actually disappeared. She leaves better snacks by the other corner, the one small hole by her fireplace, and waits to see if it's gone the next morning.

It isn't.

She's even more embarrassed. There aren't many kids she's allowed to talk to (including Cathbad's apprentice), and if she wasn't talking to Angus...

Well. It was probably for the best. That was the thing with strays: feed them and they never leave. Since she didn't accidentally feed anything, nothing is going to stay to bother her. Especially not a boy who wasn't supposed to be here in the first place.

... She keeps trying occasionally. Just to see if he'd come back.

A couple of years pass, and she hears a commotion outside her door. It's a guard running through a hall. Nothing to be worried about, she thinks, and she's about to forget it entirely when something comes in through her window.

It's Angus. :3 Crash-landing.

Trying as hard as he can to smile his way out of her screaming at him while he's still upside-down and on his head ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

She's furious at the intrusion, demanding to know who he is to barge into the princess' room. She'll have forgotten his name at this point, since it's been so long, but she has a keen awareness that she knew it once. She'd never ask for it, though, and lucky for him, Angus doesn't misinterpret her demand as that. He's scrambling to right himself and say that he's just passing through, just has to get behind the wardrobe to leave, even moving over to it to start pulling it away from the corner it's been blocking for years.

Deirdre instantly cuts in front of him. He's not touching anything in her room, and she wants him out of it.

In the very back of her mind, she notices he's grown. He's taller than her now. Before, they were almost the same height.

He swears he'll be gone just as soon as she moves, but there's a knock at the door firsn. Deirdre's maid heard her in there and is asking if she's alright. There's an instantly pleading look on Angus' face, and Deirdre glares him into silence because she can't be bothered to kick up a fuss over this. Sweetly, she calls back that everything's fine, and the maid says that's good, but it's also cleaning time so can please she come in. Angus is like o_o because he needs to move the wardrobe out of the way, and that's decently loud.

I guess Deirdre gets inspired by his panic and decides to teach him a lesson. She says the maid can of course come in, but to please start at a certain corner. Angus goes O_O as the door opens for the maid to enter, and Deirdre shrugs while she leaves him to hide. He darts behind the massive curtain beside her window, since there aren't any other options.

The maid starts cleaning around the room, suspicious that the princess is paying this so much attention. Deirdre says everything is fine, but just as the maid comes up to fix the curtain, Deirdre asks her to clean under the bed right now. Not for any particular reason. Just as an order.

As the maid slowly agrees and turns around to do so, Angus sneaks out from the curtain and Deirdre points to under the desk. When the maid finishes there, she's about to go to the desk next, but Deirdre asks if she can go tidy the wardrobe next - and points Angus to under the bed, who figured out what's happening and goes >:( on the way. Deirdre has a great time leading the maid around the room like this, especially as the maid says it's strange that the floor is so worn beside the wardrobe, like someone's been repeatedly moving it. Angus is back to going o_o as Deirdre says, "Really? :3 That's so interesting - what interesting information that is."

Finally, when the maid leaves and Angus can get up, Deirdre scowls and says, "Do not go through my room, or I'll have every guard in my castle drag you to the dungeon."

Angus gives an awkward little bow, and then goes over to the wardrobe, loudly scraping it against the floor as he pivots it to reveal that hidden passage in the corner. Deirdre doesn't even bother saying he could've gone through the door, and simply watches him crawl through and loooudlyyyy scrape the wardrobe over the floor again as he pulls it back in place behind him.

Deirdre puts a small vase at the foot of the wardrobe. Sure enough, weeks later, the vase is awkwardly sat a few feet away - like someone pulled the wardrobe back into place behind them, but couldn't sneakily reach the vase to reset it too.

Once - and only once - the guards are particularly upset. She walks past them and into her room, just to see the wardrobe pulled slightly away from the wall. She rolls her eyes and goes to move it properly, but stops when she puts a hand on it and feels that it's wet. She sees blood on her palm when she checks it.

Before she can do anything, her door flies open and a guard barges in. Deirdre whirls around, and the guard - apologizing profusely for not realizing this was her room, having simply been told to search everywhere - tries to peek around while explaining that they're after a Temran spy. Deirdre tells him to search somewhere else because this is her room, but only when the guard lingers does she fully snap and tell him to gtfo right this second. It works, and the guard jumps and scurries away.

She checks outside the door and sees more guards crowding the halls. Then she firmly shuts the door and locks it. The smear of blood on her palm catches her attention again, and she slowly decides to wipe it off the wardrobe before anyone else happens to find it. She's procrastinating, she supposes, because eventually she starts having to check around the room herself.

She's only vaguely concerned that she's locked herself in with a spy, because a spy wouldn't know about that hole behind her wardrobe. There's nothing behind the curtain, but under the bed, there's Angus - eyes shut like he's playing dead.

She doesn't yell at him this time. After she's done peeking out of that same, young curiosity, she takes a true look for blood and sees his hand's wrapped but leaking through. Wordlessly, she stands back up, finds another wrapping in her desk, grabs an apple from a bowl in her room, and puts both of them on the ground beside her bed in silence. But she's still not exactly happy at this, and doesn't want to seem like she's condoning it. Just to be safe, she kicks the apple over to him, and is satisfied by the little snort of disapproval that earns. It means he is only playing dead.

Ten minutes go by before she finally hears some muffled chewing.

Angus is gone in the morning, along with any trace he'd been there. He must have gone back out through the window, because the door is still locked and the wardrobe was still slightly ajar. The guards caught the spy eventually; it was someone else, and the king notices how unusually pleased his daughter is to hear that.

I don't want these two getting too close while they're kids, because I still want everything to line up with the first episode, where Deirdre's pretty damn unhappy to have him knock her over and doesn't seem to know Rohan that well either. But I do want there to be some established level of familiarity with each other, because she was fast at kicking him for kicking her (which is very unusual for her; she's usually more composed than that, outside of the one time she punched Pyre lol) but Angus reacted like it was normal for them. So there's like a friendly, unique, antagonistic banter built up over the years, where Deirdre's more than comfortable snapping at him, teasing him, and touching him than she is with anyone else, who she always has to be A Princess™ with.

What I love about this is the curiosity Deirdre has. It's completely unspoken and easy to deny, even to herself, but she keeps finding reasons to be drawn to him. When she's young, she sorta treats it like she has a pet? Like a wild rat or something that she pretends is her pet, because she feeds it every so often. She keeps enough distance to avoid getting too attached, but she's quietly delighted to see signs of him around. She's also furious to see any mess because ew, a rat.

Meanwhile Angus gets more and more desensitized to her. He gets kicked by her and doesn't have any problem snapping back an excuse - almost like he does when he's being yelled at by Cathbad. He's comfortable enough to overstep their formal boundaries, but is still fully aware he has overstepped and is cautiously testing the new, 'real' boundaries that exist: he can hide in her room if he's desperate, she won't immediately call the guards if he doesn't make a mess, but she has very little patience for him altogether. It's enough for him to be cheekier and tease her back when he's not in her room (doing his "i think the princess would prefer my hand" schtick), but also to avoid rocking the boat so hard that he loses the tiny privilege he has. Well, until he gets more comfortable and bolder with his teasing over the course of the show.

The pet thing matters too, because I'd like to think the arrangement of Angus being in Deirdre's walls doesn't change. Angus doesn't just stop using those passages, but they wouldn't turn every night into a sleepover. Maybe once, Deirdre would hear a sound in the wall that wakes her up, and she'd nervously call out, "Angus?" And there'd be silence for a moment before he says back, "... Yup?" And that'd be the end of it. They don't have to talk, and there's a look of understanding between them the next morning. (Especially 'cause there's a guard who's pissed about something.) (Deirdre swears she doesn't think it's funny, and Angus swears he totally didn't see her grinning.)

But that emotional distance is important because Angus still defers to Rohan - and hell, even Garrett - as the real End Game for Deirdre. He's just a funny little pet rat that scurries around the walls sometimes. A jester at best. Nothing more, even if he's openly asking her for a kiss. He's completely harmless.

The truest test would be one night in the middle of the show, when Angus is passing through and hears crying. It's Deirdre, mourning her mother, since she never got to see everything Deirdre's accomplished over the years. He's torn on whether he should ignore this like they always do - this is her room, after all, so part of arrangement means respecting her privacy - but then he hears her call out, "Angus?"

He doesn't answer. In fact, he stays silent long enough for Deirdre to bury herself back in her pillow and weep.

It doesn't feel right for him to intrude on her.

He crawls through, back on his way, when he realizes there's no chance she would have heard him. She was guessing to see if he was there. That worries him, because there's a good chance that was to scream at him after correctly assuming he was intruding. He's already back to space where he can start climbing down outside as he thinks this. He can't explain why the hell he doesn't, because he really can't afford to lose his Wall privileges, but he climbs up instead - and through her window.

Deirdre doesn't notice until Angus has his hand gently on her back. At that, she's a bit startled, but mostly just relieved to see someone there. She doesn't hesitate to sit up and pull him around her, taking all the support she can get from him quietly holding her. He stays until she's asleep, and he's gone long before she's awake.

There's no look of understanding shared the next morning, because Angus just doesn't look at her. It's not meant to be rude, just affirming that they were both going to politely pretend it didn't happen. And it doesn't last forever, obviously. Angus does deliberately - cheekily, as always - find her afterwards and maybe even spins her around as extra proof that this is no big deal, and asks if she's okay. She says she is, and he ends it there almost instantly, trying to spare them from her awkwardly thanking him out of obligation. Somehow, it's exactly what they need to reset things. It's their emotional wardrobe sliding back in place over their emotional... emotions.

But just like the real wardrobe, even if Angus thinks he's sealed everything up again, there's something still out of place from Deirdre's side. In the moment, she'd really wanted anyone to comfort her. She'd only called out for Angus since he was the sole person with a chance of being in earshot. But the more she thought about it, she didn't know who else she could've asked for. Angus holding her felt so close and right, like he alone had any chance of soothing her.

She's not going to think about it. She's going to move the emotional vase back in front of the emotional wardrobe, but she's keenly aware that this happened.

And she's curious to see if she can feel like that again.

[rolansrighthorn]

Get To Know Your Tav

Tagged by @voloslobotomyservice I won't tag anyone since I already did in the other post but if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

Link to my first post here.

I have two I would like to introduce but tumblr's text limit is forcing me to do two seperate posts, and this is the second one. This post is dedicated to my OC, Willow Hvithrafn, she is in her late 20s and is a white high half elf with dove white hair and hazel eyes with gold flecks. I am still debating if she will have freckles/sunspots.

I have NOT published ANY chapters of Tender For You so all of this information will contain spoilers!

What is their:

Favorite weapon? Willow has a Starlight Glaive (akin to the Moonlight Glaive) that she saved her own money since she was a child to have made specially by a local high elf. The high elf was a priestess of Lathander and wanted to create the Sunlight Glaive for Willow, but Willow is half Moon Elf and felt more connected to the stars.

Style of combat? Willow is a Vengeance Oath Paladin and loves any situation in which she can smite an opponent with her Starlight Glaive.

Most prized possession? Her Starlight Glaive is her most prized possession for sure. Her second would be a little gem she found when she was out scouting with Geraldus (she gave him one as well).

Deepest desire? I think she has two. The first being she wants nothing more than to help keep balance in the world and to protect those who cannot protect themselves. She also wishes for a very long and happy life with Geraldus once she accepts her feelings towards him.

Guilty pleasure? Even if she's had enough food, she loves when Geraldus comes up to her lookout and shares berries with her he foraged. She is a glutton not for food, but for any amount of interaction and attention from Geraldus.

Best-kept secret? Willow has largely convinced the mass majority of those around her that she is an eternally crabby, heartless, uncaring creature despite having joining the Harpers for the greater good. There are only a handful of people who see through this, and even less who give her any effort of friendship.

Greatest strength? Her greatest strength is her righteousness/sense of justice. If there is any enemy she is focused wholly on eliminating them- unless Geraldus is in direct way of harm.

Fatal flaw? This is a great question to ask right after the above because Geraldus is her biggest weakness. She had no idea she could ever want or love someone and when out together she is always too focused on his safety, which creates weaknesses in her group's formation and puts not only her life at risk but everyone else's as well.

Favorite scent? Willow loves the scent of the pine forests and rain, which remind her of Geraldus. His musk is also a scent she loves.

Favorite spell/cantrip? She actually hates using magic aside from her Smiting spells.

Pet peeve? Other people just existing. She wants to protect the world, but finds the world wholly obnoxious and frustrating to exist in.

Bad habit? Willow is quick to anger and quick to run away from any confrontation or problem outside of direct combat (ie with teammates, friends, family, etc)

Hidden talent? One night she and Geraldus discover she is quite good at playing the Lute.

Leisure activity? Willow loves laying at her lookout with Geraldus, watching the sun set and subsequently watching the stars twinkle and move across the night sky.

Favorite drink? She isn't much of a drinker of anything aside from water- she isn't a fan of hangovers or the dryness in your mouth alcohol leaves.

Comfort food? She isn't enough of a fan of food to really have a comfort food, but she really enjoys eating beef.

Favorite person(s)? Willow dislikes everyone by default. Her two favorite people are Geraldus and the Dragonborn Paladin she befriends, Kava.

Favored display of affection? She is not a very sexual or open person. Most of the time when she shows affection it is in the form of hooking her pinky with Gerladus' pinky or just holding his hand.

Fondest childhood memory? Willow's childhood holds very little she would want to even remember, but there is too much pain linked with her past for her to consider anything as "fond" or positive.

Anything else you’d like to share? Willow will only ever let Geraldus all the way in to her heart. He will be the only one to ever see her for who she truly is underneath all the fear and hurt, and he loves her as she is. Once they get together he will be the single most important thing in her life, even being a Harper comes second to being Geraldus' protector and lover.

[mimeparadox]

The Gamble

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003 TV series)

Rating: Teen

Characters: Shadow Jones, Renet, Michelangelo

Ships: Shadow Jones/Renet

Story elements: Teenage human sapphic humans, first dates, dating a time traveler is especially fraught, fantasy age gaps, ninja turtles make the best uncles, I had to research the fashion so you’re getting labels, corsets and corsetry, corset lacing, tightlacing is good actually,

Summary: Shadow Jones overthinks romance, as is her wont. Luckily, Michelangelo is there to help.

Artwork: Shadow Jones artwork by @ninitenebrae. Renet artwork by MadSeason.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49330096

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Michelangelo held the black-and-white underbust corset dubiously, as if it were some sort of snake ready to pounce. “You know you don’t need to wear this, right?” he told Shadow. 

“I know, M. ‘You’re beautiful the way you are,’ ‘there’s nothing wrong with your weight,’ ‘you should just be yourself.’ You guys have been telling me for literally years. It’s not a self-esteem thing—trust me.”

“Just checking,” the ninja turtle said, as he inspected the tag embedded in the corset’s inside. “It says here twenty-six inches. That’s not a lot of inches.”

“It’s fine. It’s custom-made, I’ve been breaking it in. Now give it to me.”

Shadow took the corset and placed it around her midsection, atop the vintage Hervé Léger bandage minidress of the sort which she’d been fixated on since she’d been six, and which was currently mercilessly highlighting her every curve. After hooking up the busk and ensuring everything was where it needed to be, she motioned to Michelangelo to take hold of the staylaces, which matched the white of the stripes on the corset’s left side. “Well, ah do declare, Miss Scarlett! You’d best hold on to something!” Michelangelo exclaimed—doubtless a reference to a film or TV show she wasn’t familiar with—and began pulling. 

After a fumbling start due to his particular finger configuration, Michelangelo eventually got the hang of the procedure and found his rhythm. As the corset closed in on all sides, Shadow found her back growing more rigid, and what began as a gentle touch became an increasingly firm hugging sensation.

“You okay, there?” Michelangelo asked, after some minutes. “I think I’m going to really have to pull, to get this last bit closed.”

“Go for it, M.” The corset was currently far tighter than she’d ever worn it before, and yet she still felt she could wear it indefinitely without discomfort. One or two extra inches shouldn’t be a problem. 

Using his mutant turtle strength, Michelangelo gave a mighty heave, and Shadow eventually felt the two ends of the corset meet. Quickly, the two worked together to tie the excess lace into a bow before any slack could form, and the deed was done. 

After a few experimental moments to make sure everything felt right—it did—Shadow walked toward her mirror to take a look at herself.

The look turned into a stare.

Shadow Jones liked her body. While the world outside her family and friends had done its hardest to convince her it was a problem to fix, and was often baffled when she wouldn’t—what else were all those O’Neil Tech millions for?—they had not been able to find purchase in a girl who’d been raised to see beauty and health and worth in all different kinds of bodies, human or otherwise. Being fat hadn’t prevented her from getting a black belt in karate, being the pitcher in her school softball team, getting dates at fourteen and her first girlfriend at fifteen, or being profiled on more than one publication’s 18-Below-18 list (although that one, she fully admitted, owed a lot to her famous parents). 

Her fear, when she’d chosen to purchase the corset on something of a lark, had never been about discomfort: rather, it was that it’d do its job too well, and make her hate her own body.  What she didn’t expect, though, is for the corset to make her feel grateful.

Her arms were still hers, as were her legs. Between them, however, was a body that resembled those of the women who made her realize what physical attraction meant, back when she’d been twelve. Those bodies had never been hers.

And yet, it was her very fatness that permitted this transformation. It wasn’t, as she’d sometimes thought when first learning about corsets, about trying to be thin. Being thin would ruin the effect in its entirety—it’d be like Michelangelo, the other one, attempting to sculpt his David with no marble. A corset, Shadow now realized, needed mass to work its magic: not to reduce—all her body was still there, and would still be there after the corset was taken off—but to commune with it, to say See all this? Look at what your body can do. Also, your breasts look UH-MAZING.

Shadow pressed her fingers against her newly hard waist, appreciating its firmness. “Okay, so I know you’re ace and really old and I’m barely legal, but I look hot, don’t I?” The sharp indentation as her hips became her waist looked downright sinful.

“I’ll have you know, young lady, that I’m actually still practically a teen, in turtle years,” Michelangelo said, from his new position sitting on Shadow’s bed. “That’s what Donny says, anyway. As for the rest…the words ‘no daughter of mine is going out dressed like that’ come to mind,” he said, in a shockingly passable impression of Casey.  “They won’t say it, and April won’t like that she thought it, but they’ll definitely think it.”

 “HA! So you think I should change?” she asked unnecessarily. 

“After you just made me strap you in a glorified hernia truss? Absolutely not. Besides, this is what you’re supposed to do, at eighteen. And Renet will love it.”

Shadow forced her smile to remain. What the hell? was her first thought, followed by How did he know?, which settled into It’s a trap. All she’d told Michelangelo, when she’d enlisted him to help her prepare, that it was for a date. He couldn’t truly know who the date was. And the fact was, despite his joking attitude, her uncle could be quite devious when he wanted to be. “What makes you think it’s her I’m going out with?” she finally said, a moment later. 

“Well, I was just guessing,” he said, allowing himself to look at least somewhat sheepish. “But I’ve seen the way you look when you return from your trips. And that there seems to be a lot of them, and that they actually last a lot longer for you than they do for us. Doesn’t take Donny to figure it out.”

The logic was impeccable, and Shadow would have slumped in defeat, if the corset had allowed it. Instead, she sat down next to her uncle, grabbing hold of one of her pillows in the process to squeeze. “Do you think Casey and April have noticed?”

“They haven’t told me anything, at least. But they’re smart—even Casey, in his own way. I wouldn’t be betting against them. Any reason you haven’t told them?”

“Oh, they’d love that,” Shadow said, with a scoff. “Like, she’s a timestress. An official time traveler. Did you know she’s actually 214 years old? Or she was, the last time I saw her—who knows how old she’ll be tonight.  And she’s got a job and responsibilities, and she’s always a hundred years away.” Was it still long distance when the person you dated could appear next to you at any moment? A question for D or L, when next she saw them. 

“I get it. It’s a lot. And yeah, Casey and April probably don’t love those things, and they’d have a lot of things to say, if you talked to them about her—for example, slow down. Sure, Renet’s got baggage—who doesn’t. You’re going on a date with her, not marrying her—right?”

Would that be the worst thing? she thought. “Right. I just really like her,” she said—which was essentially the problem. What’s more, in taking Shadow traveling with her, Renet had taken her world and broadened it immeasurably. Losing that, she feared, would be like devolving, becoming a single-celled organism after one had been human. 

“Like, I’m not saying you’re a bonehead for thinking of these things,” said Michelangelo. “And I get that Renet is a friend. But you did the hard part already, and we’ll be here for you when the next hard part happens. Worrying about it now is just self-sabotage.”

It was, Shadow realized, precisely what she needed to hear. When she’d asked Renet out, they’d been moments away from a less-hopeless-than-it-seemed-at-the-time battle with mind-controlled gargoyles, and she’d been emboldened by the prospect of sudden death. Once she realized she’d have to live with what she’d done, she began more and more uncertain of herself, even as talk became, somehow, a concrete plan, one which required coordination and dressing up. Complicating things still further was the fact that the fear didn’t make her any less excited, which was in itself cause to be suspicious. She needed to be, lest her emotions run over her like a truck like they usually did every time she had feelings for someone.  

And yet, who was that nervousness serving, at the moment? Not her, certainly.

“When did you become so wise?” Shadow asked, her confidence returning as soon as it had left. “You’ve never dated anyone in your life.”

Michelangelo smirked. “Hey, I’m not just a ninjutsu master. I know about emotions and crushes and things. Just don’t ask me about how to have sex,” he joked, getting a pillow on the face for his troubles.

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Renet looked somewhat restless when Shadow spotted her standing at the front door of Belvedere Castle in Central Park. She waved for the timestress’ attention, and Renet waved back, smiling.

Shadow could feel her IQ going down the toilet.

“Been waiting long?” Shadow asked, as soon as they’d gotten within hearing distance.

“About ten minutes—I wanted to take in the park a bit—it’s really nice in the fall.” It was then that Renet first seemed to really take notice of her. “Your waist! You look—oh, wow.” As Renet quite blatantly checked her out, Shadow thought she heard a word that sounded suspiciously like “grife.”

Like Shadow, Renet had not gotten complacent when it came to dressing up for their date (!). Shadow had not known what to expect from her—this was a woman (her date!) who was just as comfortable wearing mod fashion as she was wearing an 1880’s dress with all the underpinnings, sometimes within hours of each other—and Renet had not disappointed, choosing a gorgeous calf-length backless dress, held up by a web of straps starting from the bust line and ending in a collar. The dress was mostly black, with the exception of two sets of colored pleats on its quite full skirt; these pleats subtly changed colors with the timestress’ movements, the one indication that the dress wasn’t something she’d found at a thrift store. Completing the look were a pair of black Converse sneakers, which, alongside Renet’s usual clock purse, helped prevent the ensemble from looking too formal. Were Renet anywhere near normal, Shadow might assume this meant that the date would involve dinner at a restaurant or something equally fancy; knowing her, this could just as well be a camping outfit (A DATING OUTFIT).

God, I want to kiss her. And she wouldn’t even have to stand on her toes to do it—wearing her Isabel Marant wedge sneakers had been a stroke of genius. “Would it…would it be weird if I told you I want to pin you to a wall and kiss you? You just look so good,” she said. This had the effect of short-circuiting the timestress’ brain for a moment, which made her look even cuter. 

Renet wasted no time in retaliating, though: after recovering her senses and stopped blushing, she inched closer to the younger girl’s ear with a downright evil grin, and whispered “Let’s have our date first, and then we’ll see. FYI: your chances are very good,” making it Shadow’s turn to short circuit.

A moment later, Renet produced from her purse her time scepter—the effect of seeing something so large come from a space so much smaller than it always amused her—and waved it in a circular motion to form one of the now-familiar time gates. “So what are we doing tonight?” Shadow asked as both women stepped into the gate’s light. “The Jazz Age? The moon landing?” Each other? Please let it be each other.

Renet’s smile turned into a smirk. “No spoilers. You’ll love it,” she said, taking hold of Shadow’s arm.

And, as 2028 New York blinked out of existence around her, Shadow realized just how right Michelangelo had been. The past, the future…they were both less important than right now, when she was staring at a beautiful woman who was, by all metrics, into her, and whom she trusted with her life. While trusting her with her heart was a different thing, and she didn’t plan to be stupid about it, she first needed to embrace uncertainty and take the risk.

She was so glad she’d chosen to be brave. 

“By the way, thank you for asking me out,” said Renet, as their surroundings resolved into something once again resembling reality. “I’ve known I liked you for the longest time, but I didn’t want to be the one to say something—the age difference, you know.”

“Oh!” was Shadow’s only verbal response. I thought it was the corset that was supposed to leave me breathless. 

[viscountessevie]

queen charlotte’s first meeting scene is as rip off from magnificent century kösem. i hope this will become bigger news when show starts

https://twitter.com/aofaglover/status/1573758456737124352?s=46&t=Cj8-wxU3Iw5Sa0s-i59iAw

Just wanna put this disclaimer out before anyone starts reading under the cut: Despite this ask & post and my own feelings about the show, it has been really heartwarming to see BIPOC fans delight in this show and my fandom friends gushing to me about this :D That is something no one can take away from them and I'm very glad they enjoyed it!

[This is also my first and last post on QC so my overall thoughts on the show and everything surrounding it will be there at the end!]

Hello again yall!! I actually started writing this a month ago when I was in Bali with my fam but could never find a good pic comparing George and Julian lmaooo so I gave up on it for a while. Also I've been hella busy at work but I'm back for a bit!

Heya anon! I'm not sure if I blogged about it but the moment the first teaser of their meet cute dropped, every one who has seen Turkish drama kicked up a fuss on Twitter. As they should!!

This is the original clip in question:

Alot of people did talk about it at the time - especially on Twitter and Reddit and I know a few of my mutuals on here talked about it briefly.

The ripping off was not a great start to the QC promo on top of "Love cures racism". All my friends have given their input on the "realistic" aspect of the show, I agree with their points and don't have much to add on tbh so I'll link the posts here:

Tbh yall can just go through Triv’s QC tag

Honorable Post Mentions: 

On top of this rip off meet cute; I picked this ask cos ever since the first few promo stills dropped my friends and I - particularly Zaira, Triv and Belle - noticed another rip off from our childhoods.

Can yall guess what it is?

Yall he's SO Julian coded please - I love him (this is me saying before the show aired and I won't be watching but the vibes are thereee)

Then the video of QC and LD came out recently (a month ago when I wrote this reply hahah):

Down to the dresses, it's giving:

Shoutout to @hptriviachamp for pointing it out lmao

Sidebar: while I'm not interested in QC's premise, I do love how well India and Arsema are playing their chars (from what I've seen so far) and I WOULD LOVE to see a version of Barbie's Princess and Pauper with these two!! Speaking of them, look at their chemistry in this pic!!

Also me seeing the end of the vid:

All in all to say the Kosem copying was bad and it should be called out but the Barbie references are all in good fun!

Since this is the main ask I've gotten about the show, I'm also going to put my main thoughts here and I don't think I'll be answering any follow up asks because every take has kind of been said and done. I really don't have much to add on since I'm not ever going to watch the show either.

Outside of the show, I adoree that India and Arsema are getting their flowers and the couple is being promoted how they should be! It's all well deserved. A small part of me does feel sad because if this is the PR team going all out, where was all this fanfare for S2, Jimone and Kathony?

However, based on what I've been told:

- I'm glad the chemistry between QC and George was good and everyone enjoyed their romance

- Who on the team hates LD?? Because COME ON martial rape AND giving her a not-hot older man IN VIOLET'S DAD OF ALL PEOPLE?? They did her so dirty. Idc if Lord Ledger gave her the first orgasm of her life, I see that man and no thank you. My girl deserved someone as hot as Adolphus!

- These two things is a HUGE reason why I can't watch the show cos of my triggers: I hate hate how gratuitous they were with the torture porn - both with LD's scenes with her husband (FOURRRR MARTIAL RAPE SCENES THAT'S LAUGHED OFF AS A GAG???) and George getting waterboarded for his mental illness. As someone who experienced SA and has a mental illness, these are very sore subjects for me so no thank you QC, but I will not be tuning in.

Anyway to close this out, congrats to the cast for doing a great job and whoever enjoyed the show, I'm glad you did! Those who read this and agree with me, just know you aren't alone in your critiques of the show. As long as you're being respectful and mindful of the language used, your criticism and enjoyment of the show are both valid!

[is-them-cheese-puffs]

Now that the new chapter is up, it's time to visualize what you'll be wearing for pretty much the rest of the series.

Since I’m not the best when it comes to outfit descriptions, I thought I’d just post some concept art on my page. I'll definitely do a redraw once I get a hang of digital illustration.

Their profiles are really just to show their looks as well as pieces of their personalities.

As Arthur is the captain, of course he needs the long coat and feathery hat. And, he pretty much needs the Fabio-style of his shirt being unbuttoned. It's hard to see in the pictures, but he does still have the large eyebrows, but I drew them more realistic.

Also, drawing him with facial hair, hell yeah! He can't stand the idea of having a beard as he would hate for ropes to be caught, hair to be sliced, or grogg to be stuck, but believes the stubble to be more attractive, while also making him seem younger (which it really doesn't, but the crew is not about to voice that observation).

While he refers to himself as a “gentleman” it’s hard to really imagine a pirate to be much of a gentleman with all the killing and looting. Despite the intimidation he displays, the crew doesn't know if he's playing a joke or if he truly believes it himself. He’s overly confident, cocky, and cunning.

Despite being in charge however, he does have some issues underneath that tough exterior. He also has difficulties dealing with women, as he wants to be seen as a gentleman, yet still in control. It's especially difficult with Y/N as she's just as combative as him. But, he'd never bring himself to actually hit a woman, but he's clearly not afraid to be aggressive.

I really just wanted to draw the most generic women's dating-sim protagonist. I based her outfit off of Elaine Marley’s design in the third Monkey Island game Curse of Monkey Island. I also decided to add her noblewoman look as an added bonus. I imagine her personality is best compared with Elizabeth Swann

Despite being a woman raised to be a lady, she wasn’t much interested in being the “prim and proper” daughter of the governor persona. However, she did find interest in tagging along with her father when he had business on the port.

She had always dreamt of leaving her home and to sail the seas, exploring country after country to see the wonders of the outside world. Her dreams were "encouraged" by her mother, much to her father’s chagrin. Unfortunately, after a tragedy, soon followed by a marriage arrangement, she had started to lose her winsome spirit, preferring to just live on autopilot.

Alfred’s design was a little tricky, and I’m not even sure if suspenders were even designed like that back then. I really just wanted his design to be simple. While his clothes are plain and dirty, he makes up for it with his excitable personality. After so long on sea, he preferred his hair to be long, which I think adds to his childlike charm.

For as long as he could remember, he was always on the ocean. He had basically been raised by his older brothers and had friends through the crew. Unfortunately, there’s little time to play on a pirate ship, so he’s often left on his own for long periods of time. He would often spend that time reading or traverse through the ship, making sure to keep out of anyone’s way.

However, he’s smarter than he lets on. He’s aware of the sinful nature of his surroundings, but he doesn’t want to be seen as weak or sensitive. If he’s going to lead a crew one day, he needs to understand that life isn’t always fair for everyone. He’s also not afraid to stand up for what he believes in, though, mainly if it involves his family.

And, finally, what I imagine the ship to look like...

I have no idea how to draw ships, so I'm going to drop some inspirations I had, along with the links to the artists:

The Black Flag by

Imad Awan on ArtStation: https://www.artstation.com/imadawan

The Fleet by

Lee Fitzgerald on ArtStation: https://www.artstation.com/leefitzgerald

Pirateship island discover by

Hakan Aydin on ArtStation: https://www.artstation.com/hakan-aydin

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[thegirlfromhawkins]

House Parties w/ Eddie Munson

I’m trying to write fics rn but i swear it’s just not coming to me but i love this hc idea. I want him so bad omfg. Also holy shit over 400 notes on my last headcanon and halfway to 50 followers! You guys are so damn amazing I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

(also got some eddie posters and a corroded coffin keychain in the mail today and I screamed, I’ll probably share the link to all that stuff cause I love supporting small businesses as I have a small business as well and who doesn’t love Eddie merch?)

Warnings : Drug/Alcohol Use

✪ Now Eddie is not the popular kid party person but he sure as hell goes to his fair share of house parties with his band friends and with people he deals too… (hey parties are a business opportunity)

✪ When you had first started dating he was a bit worried about you tagging along since he knew he didn’t hang out with the most wonderful people in the world

✪ But seeing how well you’d get along with his bandmates and how you weren’t uncomfortable with him being a dealer, he decided it was time

✪ You showed up at his trailer around nine all ready to go off on wherever Eddie would take you

✪ Both of you were excited but nervous as well

✪ It was like a big outing for you guys as a couple and you were glad that Eddie was comfortable bringing you along with him

✪ Eddie and you jammed out to some music in his room while you helped him pick out what to wear

✪ (he really didn’t need help, he just loves hearing your input and what you like on him)

✪ Around 10 Eddie finishes packing up his lunchbox and throws on his coat and vest

✪ “Are you ready darling?”

✪ “Ready as ever Eds.”

✪ Driving nerves undoubtedly arose in both of you

✪ Eddie was anxious about how the people at the party would treat you and was already preparing what he’d do if someone was disrespectful towards you

✪ Meanwhile, you were uneasy wondering if you’d fit in with everyone well

✪ It’s not like this party was a huge deal but you still cared about how Eddie’s friends or more so acquaintances would see you

✪ Just up the driveway, you see people standing outside with alcohol or a cigarette in their hands

✪ Eddie being a gentleman gives you a sweet kiss before walking around to open your door for you

✪ Walking towards the house you notice you’re catching quite a few stares but the look on Eddie’s face shows pure happiness

✪ Of course he’s happy to show his love off to everyone

✪ The first hour or so you spend getting introduced to a dozen people that you definitely won't remember the names of

✪ Eddie keeps you by his side at all times not wanting anything to happen to you

✪ As the night goes on you actually found a chill group of people you and Eddie drank with in the garage

✪ It had gotten a bit colder so you were wrapped up in a blanket leaning on Eddie’s shoulder

✪ Looking down at you he saw how comfortable and just straight-up beautiful you are to him and he can’t help but think of how lucky he is

✪ The drinks keep coming and it doesn’t take long for people coming up with games to play that probably would not make sense to any sober person

✪ You were gladly buzzed now and Eddie made sure you didn’t drink too much as well as him

✪ Come to think of it he was more like your babysitter that night making sure you were safe and out of trouble

✪ It gets rowdier and drink after drink everyone is having a good time

✪ “Y/N SPILLED HER DRINK!! That means you gotta drink what’s left in it!”

✪ “I don’t think that’s the best idea guys.”

✪ Before Eddie could even finish his sentence the drink was gone and you had a proud look on your face

✪ All he could do was shake his head and lead you inside making sure to catch you as you were trying your best to walk straight

✪ Luckily the porch outside was calmer than the garage and Reefer Rick was even there

✪ Eddie trusted him and so did you since you had gone over to his house a few times

✪ This was the only time Eddie left you, well he basically ran out to his van to get his lunchbox of drugs and made it back in impeccable time

✪ You couldn’t help but giggle at his out-of-breath state as he set the lunchbox down on the table and took a seat next to you

✪ He made a few sales out there and soon a smoke circle had started

✪ While the joint gets passed around Eddie is hesitant to give it to you since you’ve been drinking but he knows you’ll put up a fight if he says no and he really doesn’t wanna look like a babysitter in front of the whole group

✪ He just sits out smoking and watches you as you chat with the others and smile under the moonlight

✪ The night had gone better than he could have hoped and by the time it was ready to go you were almost upset because you enjoyed talking to everyone

✪ Eddie helps you out to the van and puts your seatbelt on for you after you protest that you can get it when clearly you can’t as you keep missing the buckle every damn time you try

✪ The drive home was quiet and the radio was on low volume for once

✪ He didn’t want to get you ramped up again and when he goes to turn into the trailer park he sees your head resting against the window with your eyes closed

✪ Carefully he gets you out of the vehicle and carries you up to the trailer then proceeds to open the door with his foot kicking it open lightly

✪ Quietly he makes his way to his bedroom and lays you down on his bed before going back out to grab a few things from the van

✪ Back in his room he takes off his clothes and rings watching you trying his best not to disturb your peaceful state

✪ You did have quite a long night he just hopes you don’t regret all that alcohol in the morning

✪ Putting on a band tee and keeping his underwear on he crawls next to you in his bed and as soon as you feel him hit the mattress you move over to cuddle into his chest

✪ “I love you Eddie.”

✪ “I love you more Y/N.”