#why is the reward still standing if King is the only one

[greeneyedsigma]

One Piece Worldbuilding Headcanon; (just contemplating for now)

Lunarians were one-half of a coin and Solarians were the other. Because for some reason the sun is opposite the moon.

Cousins. Kin.

Lunarians were closer to the Earth from their seat atop the Red Line while Solarians were unreachable at the uppermost levels of the atmosphere, higher above even the sky islands.

Like their counterparts, Solarians were viewed as godlike. But rather than to the earthbound races, they were gods to the Sky People.

Their element was air, unlike the Lunarian's fire.

Pale skin, bright blue eyes, white hair, and leathery, bat-like wings, more akin to dragons than to the dark, angel-like wings of the Lunarians.

When the Lunarians were forced off the Red Line, many found their way to the safety of the Solarian's sky island. While others of their kin found hidden colonies all over the world.

[dr3c0mix]

Alistair x (platonically) Teen Reader

In the fic he is like oh my god a bride, he walks in and instead of an adult..or a bride-

They find a teen, who literally threw a pebble at him, an angsty teen💀

I’m very happy to read ur fics and usually pair them with teen/child mc because I find it funny because they expect the love of their life

and teen mc standing there :🧍‍♂️

anyways sorry for the long request, luv ur writing, and ur art :D

Yandere! Evil King x Teen! GN! Reader

CW: platonic relationship, Alistair is a bit of a DILF so do with it as you will, Dads are hot you guys!! READER IS A MINOR.

👑 Who is this sassy lost child?

👑 His minions kidnapped you while you were on a carriage ride back to your kingdom.

👑 He was hoping for like a princess or something to marry and take over the kingdom with or whatever so like...what tf he gonna do with you???

👑 Clearly you were too young to be in a situation like this, but theres no way he's giving you back without a reward, so yes he still holds you for ransom.

👑 "Child, I am Alistair, King of-ACk!"

👑 Did...did you throw a pillow at him?!

👑 "How dare yo- AHK! Stop it!" another one..

👑 You refuse to listen to anything he says, you just wanted to go home

👑 You two had a bit of rivalry for a bit. He hated you and you hated him.

👑 He promised not to show any affection or care towards you since in his eyes, your actions didn't deserve it. How can someone be so rude to a king !?

👑 But he starts to notice you don't eat much. He never sees you in the dining hall and has only seen quick moments of you nibbling on some bread or pastries the servants gave you.

👑 He scoffed, so irresponsible! You must eat a proper meal right this second or you'll starve!

👑 You're surprised to see a meal prepared for you during your routine trip to get a snack from the pantry with a note on the plate.

👑 "Next time, ask for a proper meal. I don't want your parents to think I've been starving you. -Alistair P.S. go to bed early."

👑 Huh...

👑 Alistair smiled from the doorway of the dining hall, watching you eat up with a smile on your face. You might have been too scared of him to ask for food so you've been sneaking snacks while he wasn't looking.

👑 Of course he wasn't doing it because he cared about you, he just didn't want royalty like you to resort to such pathetic means to eat!

👑 Why are you still sad? Perhaps he should get you some things to keep your attention..

👑 He asks (threateningly may I add) about your hobbies or interests.

👑 The next morning your cell (which has been upgraded to a lovely room in the castle because he didn't want you to be filthy and gross in a dungeon) was filled with anything he could find that he thought you'd enjoy.

👑 Don't think he wants you to be happy! He's just tired of seeing you sulk everywhere!

👑 He denies everything, but you swear you could see a tiny smile on his face when you hugged him happily.

👑 You start being a little more open to him, showing him anything you've made or done with pride and he'd receive it gratefully, but he won't show it of course.

👑 "I made you this friendship bracelet!"

👑 "I've seen better jewelry."

👑 "Oh I'll take it back then I guess.."

👑 "No, it's mine now, back off."

👑 Drawings and the like that he said would be thrown out as soon as you left would be seen framed in his room

👑 It would be a..waste of good canvas..

👑 And of course he buys a few books of your choice for you to read, he'd be damned if your brain turns to mush.

👑 Bro bro he'd be the type to let you swing around while holding onto his bicep.

👑 If you ever have any problems, or come to him in a bad mood, he'd have no idea how to help other than to sit down and listen to your troubles.

👑 He's not the most physical when it comes to affection, but you bet your ass he's gonna do everything he can to cheer you up.

👑 At this point he's rewriting his demands for the ransom. Either your kingdom lets him sign some adoption papers or he's starting a war.

[catpriciousmarjara]

Dp x Dc fic idea

Part 2

So I've been re-watching Yu Yu Hakusho lately and was struck with an idea. What if there was a tradition in the Infinite Realms that the Ghost King would conduct a multiverse level fighting tournament? It probably started as control measure of some sort or stress relief for extremely powerful beings and the Ghost King is the only one who's true neutral enough to judge and powerful enough to kick their asses if they misbehave.

And the final prize is that the Ghost King would grant you a wish? As well as one time access to Zeroth Hour? And that's a reward no one can resist.

I'm imagining a scenario where Darksied or something was gearing up to once again invade Earth, and the JL and affiliated all prepared to defend the planet but before the attack could be launched, a green blob appeared right in front of Darkseid and somehow it actually makes the tyrant flinch. That made everyone pay attention. And then the blob announces the beginning of the tournament and Darkseid promptly packs up and leaves, leaving the heroes dumbfounded.

So something like this:

The air was rife with tension. All eyes were on Metropolis, at the gaping maw of the portal opening right above the city. The forces of Apokolips were once again invading. Darkseid had declared war.

Earth's heroes stood grim, ready to give their lives in defence of the planet. Their gazes were fixed on Darkseid, standing in front of his army, surveying his opponents. His general stood behind him, primed for combat.

Abruptly the pressure doubled, and the heroes tensed, readying for battle.

Darkseid raised his left hand, to light the spark of war. But before he could bring it down, the space between the two factions, right there in the middle, twisted.

And from the distortion, a titanic, green, humanoid...blob appeared.

The heroes stared. The New Gods stared. The creature did not stare, as it had no eyes, nor did it care.

It then spoke, with a solid, booming voice completely incongruous with its make.

"Uxas of Apokolips!"

The heroes watched in bafflement as their greatest foe jolted.

"The Infinite Realms hereby declares the beginning of the Grand Tourney. You are cordially invited to participate on behalf of Apokolips."

Among the Earth forces, one John Constantine felt dread overcome his body as he realized what exactly was happening. Shit, was it that time of the millennium already?

Captain Marvel seemed to be on the same vein of thought as the Wisdom of Solomon as well as the knowledge of his predecessors filled him in on what was going on.

The Dark members in the know had similar reactions. All across the planet, and in the dimension, magical entities who had tuned into watch the fatal confrontation, felt excitement racing through them as they realized what this meant. Other beings? Not so much.

Batman was cataloguing these strange turn of events carefully. Superman was puzzled but still held himself ready. Green Lantern was trying to figure out why exactly his ring was behaving strangely and giving out sparks. Martian Manhunter was analyzing the curious psionic readings he was getting from the creature.

Wonder Woman and Aquaman however had the dawning expression of recognition on their faces, which did not go unnoticed by their Gothamite colleague.

Surprisingly the Flash was looking at the creature as if it wasn't the first time he saw it. That too was noted by the Dark Knight.

On the Apokolips side however, there were no signs of puzzlement. Instead it looked like excitement was spreading like wildfire through the army, and even Darkseid looked eager.

The creature took note of none of these developments and continued.

"The first event is the Great Hunt. As an invited participant, a hint would be provided to you should you accept".

It bent its great, gelatinous head towards the Apokoliptian ruler.

"Do you accept, Uxas of Apokolips?"

In response, Darkseid stepped forward. "I accept."

And in a flash, before the New God appeared a pitch black card, and the creature announced, "Uxas, Ruler of Apokolips, Participant Number R813."

It straightened to its full height. "Your first hint is on Apokolips, young ruler."

And the next second it was gone, with the same exact warping of space it had come from.

The two factions were left alone, sans eldritch green goop.

Most of the heroes had one thought: What the fuck just happened and did the green goop thing call Darkseid young?"

Darkseid did not waste anytime however. He turned to his army and ordered, "Retreat!"

And just like that the great army filtered back through the portal they had come from, and the mortals heroes of Earth watched, perplexed. They still held themselves at the ready, in case this was all a ploy of some sort, and half of them believed it was. After all, what could make an obsessive tyrant like Darkseid turn back?

A good portion of the heroes were trying to figure out what the Grand Tourney the creature had mentioned was.

And those in the know? Well they knew chaos was incoming.

The portal closed and just like that, Earth lived to see another day. Via interruption by magical goop.

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And there you have it! Personally I think a scenario like this is hilarious. Imagine you're on the battlefield, facing a gargantuan, godly army, readying yourself for a battle that could kill you. And then the battle was cancelled cause your opponent had somewhere urgent to be.

I don't have a clear cut idea on what Zeroth Hour is beyond it being a great timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly thing, so any ideas are welcome.

The Tourney only happens once every 100,000 years, and it takes place across the omniverse, on different terrains, different timelines, different dimensions and so on. The card that Darkseid got acts as an access key to tournament sites he doesn't normally have access to. The card also monitors participants and is programmed to hell and back to not allow the participants to misuse it. There are dire consequences if you do.

There are 14 stages in total, and the final, combat stage is conducted in a ever evolving, ever changing battle ground on the edges of the Ghost Zone.

Faerie here is not the Fair Lands in DC, and does not follow the dc fictional mythology.

Infinite Beings do not take part in the Tourney.

The last victor was a half dragon, half god prince from Dimension 976123065. He asked for the opportunity to court Princess Dorothea. It was a reality show moment for the Ghost Zone.

Also some extra details:

The JL would of course come to know what the Grand Tourney is, and then realize that if Darkseid won, he would get the anti-life equation that way. And before they could panic their mind would be blown by the fact that apparently, Darkseid is not likely to win at all, cos there are bigger players in the game.

Constantine would be forced to admit that even if you don't get an invitation, you can still participate if you register. Though you won't get the opening hint or any other boosts until Stage 5. He can't understand why anyone would want to considering that those who do get invitations are on the level of Darkseid and higher.

Batman would insist they check it out.

Constantine would say that he has no idea where the registration office is.

Captain Marvel would chime in that the office was most likely in the Faerie.

Constantine would then insist that they have no business messing around in the Faerie. JL Dark would nod vehemently in agreement.

Batman insists they at least watch the tournament. Constantine gets conned into organizing a watch party.

PART 2

[intoanotherworld23]

Reward For Bad Behavior

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut in this, female masturbation, talk of sex toys, female oral receiving, sitting on face, implied sex

Summary: Joel catches you having fun with yourself, and instead of punishing you he does something the both of you can enjoy

A/N: Leave comments on what you think and if you enjoyed! Reblogs are greatly appreciated and encouraged to share with others! Thank you so much everyone! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

One hand on your breasts pinching your nipple into a hard nub. While the other hand was three fingers deep thrusting them in between your legs. Back arching off the couch as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm.

The only sounds that could be heard were your moans, and the gushing of your fingers as they entered your body.

Your legs spreading wider open trying to hit that sweet spot. It felt like you were so close, but you just couldn’t bring yourself there. There was only one person who could get you to cum with just their fingers.

That's why you had your vibrator on the side table to help bring you to release. That was the only way you could get to cum without him.

Joel hated that he knew you had one, but understood why. He had no idea you were going to use it right now. The only time he would let you use it was if he knew you were going to use it. Or he was already in the room with you.

You were so wrapped up in everything you didn't hear the front door open, and see Joel standing there with his arms across his chest. A smirk on his face as he watched your body writhing on the couch trying to bring yourself towards your release.

"Miss me?" He spoke making your eyes open and pulling your fingers out of yourself.

Your cheeks heating up wondering how long he had been standing there.

All you could do was just lay there in shock that you had been caught. You knew exactly though what was going to happen next.

He always punished you every time you touched yourself without his approval or awareness of it. He always liked to be the one to touch you, and make you feel good.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You just couldn't help yourself could you?" His tone was mocking cause he already knew the answer to that.

"You were even about to use your vibrator. You really are just a desperate slut." His words went straight to your core, and you tried not to whimper at his words.

You felt yourself clenching your thighs together not having been fully satisfied since you didn't get to release. He could tell just by looking in between your legs, and still seeing how wet you were.

"Stand up." He commanded you and you didn't hesitate to stand.  His eyes roamed your body up and down like a hungry animal.

He took off his jacket threw it somewhere in the room. Even though your body was hot you still felt a shiver run up your spine.

Watching him as he laid down on the couch, and kept his eyes on you the whole time. You awaited his next command for you, but the next words out of his mouth surprised you.

"Sit on my face." His words made your pussy clench.

You stared at him confused for a minute not expecting that. He could see the confusion written on your face, and he just grinned at you.

"You hear me baby? I want you to sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I want to taste how much you've missed me." He licked his lips as he said that teasing you in a way.

Joel was the king of eating you out. He could have you cumming within minutes. Besides he loved the taste of you on his tongue. He craved it without ever saying anything.

Slowly walking towards him you lifted your left leg first and then your right. Placing your pussy just right above his face your thighs on either side of his face.

Your hands placed on the armrest behind his head. You've never sat on his face before so you were a little bit nervous.

"Fuck look at you just glistening for me. Your pussy looks like honey." He growled right before he gripped your hips and shoved your body down on his face. His warm tongue making connection with your folds.

Closing your eyes as you took in the feeling of his lips licking you up and down. Your hands moving to grip his hair as you heard him slurping your juices up. The sounds he was making were making you clench your thighs.

The scruff of his beard tickling your thighs, but you could care less. His tongue then drawing figure eights along your pussy making you bite your lower lip.

Joel eating your pussy like he was a starved man. You were always his favorite meal, and right now he was hungry. He was slurping and sucking at your pussy wanting to get every drop.

You felt your hips rocking back and forth against his mouth. His nose brushing your clit making you squeal at the sensation. His hands massaging your upper thighs and hips soothingly. Looking up at you as he watched you lose yourself in pleasure.

"Fuck you taste so god damn good baby." He mumbled against your soaked lips making you cry out.

Licking your entire pussy from the bottom all the way to your clit. Back and forth his tongue wanting to get every single inch of you. Your mouth hanging open your breathing was becoming more erratic.

Keeping your hips still so you could take your hands and place them on your breasts. Massaging them as you pinched the nipples into a hard bud.

Joel groaning beneath you as he watched the sight before him. Watching as your mouth hang open, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Loving that you cared only about your pleasure right now.

You were trying your best not to completely wrap your legs around his face afraid you would suffocate him. Trying to spread your legs a little wider so he could devour all of you. It was so hard though when he was making you feel so good.

"Oh god Joel fuck me with your tongue." Finally finding your voice wanting nothing more than to feel him thrusting his tongue inside of you.

Feeling his hands grip your hips to lift you up a little bit. You looked down at him as you watched him stick his tongue out pulling you directly down on his tongue. Then lifting you back up again. Catching onto what he was doing you took over from there.

Lifting your legs at a better angle so you could keep slamming yourself down on his tongue. Your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. Him groaning causing the vibrations of his mouth to make your clit tingle.

"You're tongue feels so good baby." You whimpered making him grip your hips even tighter which would surely cause you to bruise.

Looking down at him you saw his eyes closed as he was ravishing you, and taking in your taste. The sight turning you on even more. Your inner thighs were starting to become sore, but you were determined to cum in his mouth.

You knew you were getting closer to orgasm when you felt your pussy squeeze his tongue, and your stomach tightening. Joel could feel it cause he kept a firm grip on your hips keeping you placed on his tongue.

His lips wrapped around your clit, and sucking hard like his life depended on it. Your head thrown back and hands gripping the arm rest almost ripping the leather out. Your clit so sensitive you were ready to burst any second.

Glancing down at the man beneath you his eyes opened this time, and his eyes dark and full of lust. That look was all that it took you to clench your thighs hard around his face, and toes curl.

Feeling yourself releasing into his mouth moaning screaming in pure ecstasy. His hands them rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he helped you through your orgasm.

Your legs and arms were so tired, but you knew this wasn't over yet. Lifting your hips up off of Joel’s face. His entire beard was covered in your arousal, and it looked so hot. Joel looked like he had just been to heaven. A glazed over look in his eyes.

"My favorite meal is your pussy hands down baby." He winked at you and you couldn't help but giggle your legs still on either side of his face.

That lustful look in his eyes returning. You knew he wasn't done with you just yet.

"Now I want you to show my cock just how much you missed me." He growled as you heard him unbuttoning his pants.

You were going to be in for a long night.

[esamastation]

Part forty of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine

-

"My king told me - Junshang asked to see this lowly cultivator?"

"Shishu thinks too lowly of himself. Surely he's still a Peak Lord of The Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, is he not?"

The great hall in the Northern Fortress hall is empty, bar the two of them, all the demonic courtiers dismissed. The emptiness of the place makes its gleaming floors and vaulted ceiling seem vaster than it even usually seems, as every word echoes in the icy palace.

The Demon Lord sitting upon the throne isn't the Northern King, however - but his master. The Half Heavenly Demon, Luo Binghe.

And the man before him was once - and in some ways still is - his Martial Uncle, Shang Qinghua of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's An Ding Peak.

Who is, quite plainly, shaking in his boots.

"Haha," he laughs, desperate, "I suppose they haven't kicked me out yet?"

Luo Binghe blinks, slow, like a predator.

Shang Qinghua squirms. "What - what can this Shishu do for Lord Luo?"

"Today this Lord announced a hunt," Luo Binghe said. "For any artefact, knowledge or skill that has to do with the transmigration of souls."

Shang Qinghua startles at that, then gapes at the Demon Lord, and then he looks at the floor. "That is - very interesting, my Lord?" he manages.

"Any member of this Lord's court that brings credible information is to be rewarded a wish within this Lord's ability to grant," Luo Binghe continues, watching him closely, unblinking. 

Shang Qinghua looks helplessly away. "A - an incredible boon for anyone -" he gulps, as he sees something sharp and blue in the corner of his eye.

WARNING, it says, in bold, flashing letters.

"Mobei-jun then informed this Lord that his servant," Luo Binghe puts an emphasis on that, "has secret knowledge. That he speaks of other worlds. Of things this world lacks."

Shang Qinghua wets his lips, swallows, says nothing.

Luo Binghe is still and silent for a moment, watching him writhe. "Do you know why you have been called before this Lord?"

"This lowly one dares not guess," the Peak Lord of An Ding barely whispers, as the flashing blue screen presses closer.

Another slow predator's blink. "Is Shishu afraid?"

Shang Qinghua is terrified, thanks! "Lord Luo is powerful and unpredictable."

The Demon Lord scoffs and stands - and moves away while Shang Qinghua flinches. He faces instead the great ice windows behind the throne, looking over the fortress and, behind it, the Northern Desert. "This Lord has been informed that the reason he cannot resurrect his Shizun is because Shizun has departed from this world," he says in a voice that grows low with frustration. "That he is somewhere else now. He cannot be found in any realms this Lord has access to. He is, therefore, in another world."

Shang Qinghua's breath hitches.  "My Lord has this from a credible source?"

"Madam Meiyin is one of the strongest foretellers in the Demon Realm," Luo Binghe says grimly, glaring at the view outside.

"... She is, yeah," Shang Qinghua says under his breath and then, even quieter, "... Shit."

Luo Binghe looks at him over his shoulder. "Does Shishu know what she means?"

"... N-not exactly, no, but -" Shang Qinghua looks away, incredibly guilty, squirming with awkward unease. The warning is still there, inching ever closer. "He might've - read some things, yes -"

Luo Binghe turns to face him fully. With the desert and the snowy fortress behind him, bright with eternal winter, he's left in his own shadow, and the only visible features in his face are his glowing red eyes - and the vicious demon mark on his forehead.

"What things has Shishu read?"

"Aiyah," the Peak Lord whimpers, caught between the Protagonist and the System and feeling the squeeze. "Nothing very recently, my Lord, I swear! It's only the words, transmigration of souls, are very familiar - where, may this one ask, where did Lord Luo hear of them?"

"They were spoken by Mobei-jun. He heard Shishu mention it," Luo Binghe says, his voice lowering to gravel. "What, exactly, does Shishu know?"

The System window sort of shakes at him, and Shang Qinghua despairs, lighting incense in his heart for himself and then for Cucumber-bro - who he will absolutely throw under the bus if it means he'll live to see another day. 

Ah, Mobei-jun, his incredible perfect King, why did he have to be so -! If Shang Qinghua had realised Mobei-jun could actually hear him, he would've been more careful around him! Mobei-jun never reacted, never asked, never - ah!

"Shishu?" Luo Binghe growls and takes a step forward.

"This lowly servant doesn't know how it works," Shang Qinghua babbles, keeping a side eye on the System window. "Or what triggers it. Death, maybe! It's, the transmigration of souls is, like… like reincarnation, but sideways?"

"This Lord knows his Shizun hasn't reincarnated," Luo Binghe says very firmly.

Ahh, scary. "L-like this one said, sideways!" Shang Qinghua says feebly. "I-its not reincarnation, exactly. It's more like… possession?" Ahh, the System didn't like that at all! "This Shishu really can't say more, begging Lord Luo's pardon!"

It has already been too much.

Luo Binghe stares at him, and stares at him, and stares at him, and Shang Qinghua is going to see his gaze in his nightmares! "Shizun… Shizun is possessing someone…?"

Shang Qinghua backs away from the tendrils of demonic energy rising from Luo Binghe. "Maybe! Not exactly! The previous host usually dies, haha," no, no, no, don't take his B-points, take Cucumber-bro's points, he's the one this is all about, and it's not like he needs them anymore!

Ahh, Luo Binghe is coming closer, this is the worst! "There's compatibility, kinda! I think!" Shang Qinghua babbles in panic. "The soul is attracted to a body that suits it! They always were so alike, really, it was so uncanny at times? So it's not really like possession, more like - like reoccupation?"

Luo Binghe's eyes sharpen - like cat's eyes, detecting prey. "... what?"

Fuck! Shang Qinghua puts his hands up against whatever is to come, but it doesn't come, neither from the System, nor the Demon Lord. Luo Binghe's eyes pass him by as he thinks, his gaze flicking to and fro as the half-demon searches his memories and flexes his intellect. 

Both which Shang Qinghua knows are considerable.

"Shizun… isn't the original Shen Qingqiu, is he?" The Protagonist murmurs. "Shizun changed. This disciple remembers it well, when Shizun became kind, when Shizun became generous. And Shang-shishu knew," Luo Binghe says, and his gaze refocuses. "Shang-shishu knows Shizun was a result of the transmigration of souls. Shishu knows where Shizun comes from!"

"Aaahh," Shang Qinghua whimpers. "My Lord Luo -!"

Luo Binghe leans in and says, with absolute certainty. "Shishu will tell this Lord all he knows of Shizun. He will leave nothing out."

Shang Qinghua is going to cry. Please, System, have mercy on his soul - because Cucumber-bro would not!

-

Ahh, rip, hamster-man.

[ladyrijus]

Lately, I have been thinking about Kotake and Koume, and, out of interest, have read through a lot of interesting takes on their involvement in Ganondorf's upbringing during Ocarina of Time. However, I've noticed that some of these discussions tend to depict them as emotionally distant, exploitative, manipulative, and even borderline cruel.

Which, granted, isn't entirely out of line for their characters. What other personality traits could we expect out of witches who brainwashed their people into doing the bidding of their king, who were born nearly 400 years before the events of Ocarina of Time and therefore hold a vastly different worldview than the rest of their tribe?

But as always, I like to carry a bit of sensible skepticism when it comes to the narrative that is being pushed in the game. And I find it almost imperative to do so for Ocarina of Time, given that it is played through the eyes of Link, a child soldier who fails to question the orders that he believes he is meant to follow, and the kingdom of Hyrule, which had recently come out as the victor and dominant power after a "civil" war.

The question still remains, however. What, in Ocarina of Time, would "redeem" Twinrova? Where can we see evidence of their "goodness"?

In my opinion? Their powers.

Their powers, I argue, were not chosen randomly by the creators of Ocarina of Time. It was absolutely intentional to show their association with the Gerudo Tribe and more importantly, the Gerudo Valley/Desert. Just think about it, the climate there is scorching hot during the day, yet biting cold during the night.

Wouldn't you, with powers of ice, try to cool down your people after they return from a tiring yet successful hunt?

Wouldn't you, with powers of fire, try to warm your people up when there is not enough hides and furs to pass around?

And given that no one (aside from maybe Ganondorf) has these powers, it is safe to assume that the Gerudo regarded Twinrova as blessed beings; divine guardians sent by the Goddess of the Sands as a reward for their endurance in such harsh climates.

Again, this isn't to condone their actions that take place during the game. We see they are more than happy to kill in the name of their king, willing to coerce others into killing by ways of dark magic.

However, we should also acknowledge the fact that we're encouraged to see just that: two antagonistic witches who revel in brainwashing, killing, cheating death, and being unapologetically evil.

Boring. If we wanted absolutely evil, death seeking creatures, we can look to literally any other magical creature in Ocarina of Time.

Rather, it's important that Twinrova are humans (or humanoid, though either way their sentience still stands), as it forces players to 1) look at the bigger picture and question why the twins behave the way they do and 2) recognize that they have motives that go beyond simply helping a king assert control over an entire world.

Perhaps, Twinrova might have been prolonging their lives to look out for their people, as they had no one with magical affinity to mentor until Ganondorf had demonstrated his own prowess in the mystical arts.

Perhaps, over the centuries, they realized the chiefs and chieftesses before Ganondorf were not cutthroat enough like their Hylian counterparts to fend off territorial expansion/colonization.

Perhaps, after seeing their era of prosperity being snatched away from them, they grew hateful of the kingdom that lives in splendor, and wanted to see it burn and freeze the way they do.

Perhaps, after seeing the complacency of the new generation, how some of their best warriors seek out lovers in that damned Castle Town, they realized this boy was their only hope of restoring their honor and dignity.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

here, have this little drabble that was totally not going to be for mine and my moots little 500 word challenge at the end of the month but was too long

steddie / T / 768 words

It was Dustin’s idea, actually.

Well...kinda.

He just wanted Steve to finally play D&D with them, but Steve was gonna take it and run with it.

What better way to show a Dungeon Master you have big sappy feelings for him other than through the game itself? What could go wrong?

The Hellfire leader was the second of the older teens to come out to the party after everything happened with Vecna (following a similar confession from Steve himself), and Steve has been floundering ever since. Back and forth between ‘Oh my god, I actually have a chance with him.’ and ‘What am I talking about, he wouldn’t go for me.’

It was Dustin’s insistent nagging, the “C’mon Steve, Eddie would freak out if you said you wanted to play!”, and a suspicious ‘Does he know I’ve got a big stupid crush on his DM?’ squint at the kid that led them all here, to Steve’s basement.

It was just a oneshot with the kids (even Robin is there, heckling them all from the sidelines), and after a grueling battle with a dragon (and math), they were conferring with their quest-giver and NPC Eddie’s been voicing, Princess Edina, about their reward.

“As for your reward Sir Stephan,” Eddie says in a goofy high-pitched voice, looking down at him from where he’s standing behind his screen. “I believe you are owed a kiss for your efforts.” he tilts his head down, “Only if you still desire one.” 

Steve seizes the opportunity.

His stomach is simultaneously wound up in tight knots and completely liquified with nerves, but he stands on wobbly knees, steps around the corner of the table, and reaches up to brush a stay curl out of Eddie’s face, the rest of his hand following the motion to cup his face.

Eddie seems to melt into the touch, swaying forward briefly before freezing completely in his hold when Steve murmurs, “That I do.”, against his lips.

Steve’s eyes fly open when Eddie shoves him backward, hard, and storms off up the stairs.

“Dude.” Mike’s voice pulls Steve’s attention from the stairs. “What the hell was that??”

Steve shakes his head and darts up the stairs to more protests and wild complaints.

“Eddie!”

There’s a chilly breeze that falls over him when he reaches the top, luring him out the still slightly open sliding back door.

Eddie’s sitting on one of the abandoned sunchairs, shoulders stiff, staring off into the woods behind the house.

“Eds?”

“What the fuck was that, Steve?”

He lets out a long breath. “I’m sorry Eddie, I get it if you hate me now, completely understandable, I just…” he trails off. There is no excuse.

“There’s no excuse, Eddie. I’m sorry. I wanted to show you I could be into your nerd things, and have the opportunity to–”

“Opportunity to what?” Eddie’s voice is sharp, his shoulders hiking up against his ears.

“I dunno, woo you? Sweep you off your feet or something.. And now all I've done is assault you in front of a herd of teenagers.” 

“And why would King Steve wanna do that, huh? What could you have possibly gained from ‘woo-ing’ the Freak, huh?”

“I just thought–”

“You thought it’d be funny to make fun of me during the one thing I really have for myself?”

“Make fun of y— No, Eddie, never! ...I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you unless I…played D&D with you.” he finishes lamely.

After a beat, Eddie says, “‘S’not funny, man.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie.”

The way he says it must have indicated something to the other man, because his shoulders start to fall as he slowly turns to face Steve.

“I’m being so serious, Eddie.” he repeats, stepping forward with each following statement. “I am so serious about the way I feel about you. So serious about the way my stomach turns to Jello whenever you’re around.”

Steve lowers himself next to Eddie on the lounge chair slowly, as if he’s some skittish creature. “So serious about wanting to kiss you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart all over his face, and Steve lets himself be examined. Eyes falling over every part of Eddie’s face in turn.

When he does come to his conclusion, Eddie’s hands come up to either side of Steve's face.

His hands are chilled from the wind around them, and Steve’s hands grasp onto them on instinct, attempting to warm them with his own.

“Can I kiss you, Steve?”

Steve grins the best he can, given his cheeks are squished between Eddie’s palms, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[laneynoir]

Heyyy :)

I was wondering if you could do “How long has it been since someone hugged you?” From the writing prompts, but with Y/n asking Legolas that? Cuz I thought that would be fitting ig.

I love youuu <33

I adore this idea! And of course, I've never tried to write a wedding scene before, so please don't shoot me (or do, that's your choice.)

"A month!" The cry of Gimli is met with an amused expression from the king. "Near an entire month yet you've kept us here, under no clear pretense! Only now to tell us that this elven lass is to be your bride?" Here does Gimli pause, looking to Arwen. "You are a lass? I thought Legolas was for the first week of our journy, your braids are so odd."

Laughter as soft and glowing as the stars flows from the Lady Undómiel. "Yes Lord Gimli, I seem to remember your father, Gloin, making the same mistake. Worry not though, you have not insulted me any more than you did my grandmother when you asked her favour."

"Well I for one," You break in before Gimli can start another speech on the grace of Galadriel. "Would like to be the first to offer you both congratulations. My heart sings that you should finaly be wed, I can think of no better a reward in peacetime for what you hace done for our world."

Legolas echoes your words. "Indeed, I can think of none more deserving of this union, prehaps Lord Elrond has finally decided you worthy of the sceptre of Annúminnas?" The jest is taken goodnaturedly by Aragorn, who responds with a false groan. However the comment perplexes the residant Hobbits, and it is Pippin who asks what on earth 'and you minnes' is.

A lovely smirk on her face, Arwen supplies. "When he was young, and first come to Imladrís, Aragorn was given the heirlooms of his house, save the Sceptre of Annúminnas which my father withheld until Aragorn should earn it. This supplied my brothers with a bet: for which could Aragorn earn first? Arwen or The 'shiney stick'? My father learned of this bet before, and with some vindictive pleasure enssured that Aragorn should gain both at once."

The laughter of the fellowship causes no embarrassment for the Man, he has eyes only for his beloved. "All true words, though I am afraid still that I will never truly earn your love, but I will spend the rest of my days trying."

After the others who are there offer their congradulations, Sam asks a question which has obviously been bothering him. "Begging you pardon, but who do you have making the cake? Strider hasn't introduced us to any of his family, and I was curious."

Aragorn frowns. "The... Cake? I suppose one of the cooks will provide a cake." Four gasps of horror, and one of laughter (from you) resound at the statement. "I beg your pardon, it seems we've reached a cultural differance yet again. Samwise, would you tell us of this tradition?"

Despite the faint blush on his cheeks, Sam agrees. "Cakes are very important at wedding sir! Why the very though of not having one is horrible. When a couple is joined in matrimony, the youger parent of the younger partner bakes the cake. At the wedding, the couple slices the cake which is colored on the inside, and if a bit of the blue is on the spoon, the first child will be a girl, if it's red, then the babe will be a boy."

Aragorn smiles kindly at the hobbit. "It would surly be a shame to skip such a delightful tradition, though my blood family no longer lives. If it is I would ask you to fill the task?"

Sam's face lights up in pride and delight. "It would be an honour, I promise that no pastry will ever rival the wedding cake of the first restored rulers of Gondor!"

~

The entire city seems to have accepted invitations for the wedding; people of all ages crowd around the the palace gardens (which, true to his word, Legolas has assisted in whiping into shape).Vines of deep greens creep down contrasting white stone arches, life on cold rock, hope in an empty place.

Aragorn stands under one such arch, dressed in royal garb that has caused at least two of his new subjects to swoon. His face shows nothing but calm content- at least on the surface. However to the eye of one who has traveled for high on a year with the man, and lived for his youth in Imladrís, you can see the stress in his eye.

Standing on the side of Aragorns honour guests, you send him what you hope is a comforting and encouraging smile. He inclines his head just the slightest amount, acknowledging you. His attention shifts rapidly however as a string of clear music flows from the hands of the twin elven minstrels.

As one, the congregation of men, elves, hobbits, a wizard, and dwarves alike turn to the opening in the garden wall that separates the high garden feom the battlements.

Framed against the ivy, the light of early dusk adds an ethereal effect to the Evenstar; Arwen. The dress she wears is simple at first glance, a simple white gown with green trimmings. The waves of fabric seem to float around her; her steps are so light they seem nonexistent, she takes Aragorn's hand after steping onto the slightly raised platform.

The ceremony is short, but breathtakingly beautiful. A satin cloth so pure it glows is wrapped around the Royal couple's hands. Eyes locked on the other, they resite there vows, words so heartfelt that very few eye stay dry, and when they seal the union with a passionate kiss that has a watery-eyed Elrond grimacing, the applause is deafening.

Your hands sting with how hard you clap, and you pause, eyes drawn to Legolas beside you. He wears his soft smile, the one that just barely turns the corners of his lips up, yet still makes your heart shudder. Still though, there seems to be an indescribable light in his eye, that hints at somthing hidden behind the facade of content grace and joy he usually keeps.

Curious, you stick close to your elven friend throughout the reception, and as the toasts pass, and the dancing has moved away from the consistent expectation of nobles asking gor a dance, you withdraw to a more secluded area of the brightly lit room. Your eyes wander over the sea of elegantly dressed people, searching as always for the light presance that holds your heart.

"Do you look for someone, Y/n?"

You jolt at the voice, turning happily to Legolas. "Indeed, my prince, though ive found him now." He smiles, but it looks almost... Strained. Sipping on the rosehip wine in your hand you look over the elf. He meets your gaze with the same calm as usual- at least on the surface.

Looking closer you notice the delicate crease in his brow, faint and noticeable as a small ripple on a clear, calm lake. His fingertips tap together, one after the other, each touching once, before he appears to catch himself, and the movement stops, leaving the hands tense.

His actions, and lack thereof, remind you of those before a battle, however legolas even usually did not exhibit such, not even before the throes of Mordor were washed upon you all.

"Legolas," you ask, hesitantly, "what bothers you?"

His eyes widen a moment, before his expression softens. "Nothing of any great importance. Only... I find the sounds and smells of such a large gathering almost suffocating." He says this as if it were a crime, and he were addmiting to such before a council. "Especially after so long of traveling, I have become unacustomed to life in court, and thus the stress which acompanys."

The knowledge that Legolas has been in discomfort for some time, as it draws near midnight, sets a feeling of dismay in your stomach. Straightening yourself resolutely, your snatch up his hand and weave yourself among the outskirts of the crowd.

Through an ornate door you pull Legolas into a small garden, and while the sound of sparse minsterals can be heard, the sound of talking fades into the background. "Better?" You ask, peering at Legolas.

He nods, but you have no time to admire the light in his bearing before he is bowed over your hand. "May I have this dance?"

The question startled you, but you quickly affirm your acceptance, allowing him to pull you closer, and the soft instrumental tune provides a leisurely beat to step with. You meet his eyes, and a mist covers them, so doing the natural thing you remove your hands from Legolas' own, you wrap him in an embrace.

When he stiffens, you make to pull back, but instead he tightens his grip in a way that you can feel the muckes beneath his tunic, his head nestles into the crook of your neck.

Running a hand along his spine in what you hope is an appropriately comforting motion, you feel the damp of his eyes drip onto your skin. "Oh Legolas," You trail off a deapseated sorrow filling your very soul at the inability to know what brings such display to the usually strong and lighthearted elf. "How long has it been since someone hugged you?”

"I- don't..."

At the words you gently pull him to the ground, a movement which is slightly hindered by his unwillingness to release you. When you reach a half sitting, half kneeling position, he draws back slightly. "I apologize, I-" you cut him off with a fingertip to the lips.

"Please do not let such words nor guilt fill you," you trace the line of his brow, and see the pink hue in his eye from tears long withheld. "I love you, and any service I may do, or condolence I can offer... All that I have is yours, please do not try to take the privilege of heloing you away."

A choked "Meleth" is all Legolas can reply to the declaration, but the intent is visable, so you pull him closer, and run the silk soft hairs of his head through your fingers.

For you meant it, anything for him is well worth doing, and you would be colder than the stone in a creek before you could even think about galting your care.

[austenwazright]

Yeah we don't know a lot but here's what we do know:

Sarcean and Anharion were into each other for a long time

Sarcean was an important member of the Sun Court

When in the parade he makes a snark commentary about how the Sun Court wins may be celebrated in the light but are all won in the dark (shady

Sarcean and the Lady had a one night stand

Sarcean and Visander also had a one night stand

The first time that Sarcean and the Lady met she's talking about the Dark General in third person but like let's be honest for a second here how many pale hot white guys with long dark heir in dark armour do you think there were walking around the Sun Palace?? Bet you she was playing dumb

When Sarcean was called back to the palace by the Lady there was mentions of a mob, I myself am very pro mob

In that same scene when she accuses him he says something like "is that what you were told?", well if that line doesn't make you believe that there's more to it I don't know what will

He wanted to be trapped and he's loyal to those who help him, but apparently his plan to getting out was being helped, bet he made it thinking anharion would be the one to do it

There's a collar that in theory takes alway anharion/james free will, even tho we were in his mind when it went on and it didn't go completely blank we have to assume it does something, what does it do??

Sarceans power is in theory control and death, and he used it the meanest way possible, or so we're told, but the Light did win and the winner always gets to write hystory so we don't actually know what's true and what isn't

He did kill everyone in the Sun Court but Visander and the Lady, even tho we don't know hes motive (I'm assuming he has one) it's still kinda drastic don't you think?

He can make weapons and use the mark but we never saw him wielding the shadows (he may be able, but also he may not be

Will has no acess to his power but he gets things done cause he's smart and charismatic, even tho they paint the dark king as someone who could only gets things done when controlling people I bet part of his powers came from those qualities as well, we've seen Will using the mark, it drains him, he couldn't possibly control everyone all the time

Sinclair presents the mark as a ceremony, as a reward, when it would be easier to just brand people by force what maybe tells us that it has to be willing

Anharion was the one to say "I will always find you" maybe the obsession goes both ways???? Besides james remember the feel of him and, as far as he let us know, it's not like bad

Now its just an hypothesis but sarcean may only be able to use his powers through objects (and yes I'm putting the reborns and the returners as objects to make a point sue me), that's the reason of the mark, and the cup, and the collar. I mean why make a fucking cup that turns people to shadow if you could just do it yk (here comes in the acceptance again, people have to be willing to drink), and like maybe, just maybe, the collar also allows james/anharion to use his magic (as in sarcean's) in a more weaponized way??? As in he can use it without draining himself, kinda borrowing it

We also know sarcean's fine as fuck, so far that has been very relevant to the plot since he fucked basically anyone of the old world we know by name

Something I keep forgetting is Will is Sarcean but hey Sarcean is also Will, and even tho we don't know a lot about the former we just spent two books in Will's head, that being said maybe Sarcean killed the whole Sun Court as some king of vengeance for someone he loved/was loyal too, that's like a super Will move

I'm gonna put this in bold letters here so no one forgets: SARCEAN IS WILL, WE'RE READING ABOUT THE SAME PERSON

"I cannot come when I'm called to fight so I'll birth a child"- or however that one goes it's been a while and I don't recor the exact words hahaha- why can't she come??? Like she can't or does she just doesn't want to?? I mean she's clearly able to send someone, she can make the returners, why not return herself??? I'm thinking that it's bad, maybe you lose part of yourself? I mean Visander didn't seen to loose anything (besides the obvious mental blow and all) so WHYYY can't she return??? The only reasonable explanation is that there's a bigger catch then we imagine

More will be added

[heartfullofleeches]

Are you open about yandere prince?👉👈 If so then I have these thoughts about yandere sunshine prince got caught killing someone by their favorite knight!reader.

[Tw: Gore and Violence]

Air knocks out your chest as you fall on uneven ground. The blade at your throat is replaced by an extended hand as your attacker bellows a hearty laugh at your tempory defeat.

"I believe that counts as a point for me, Cap."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as he flexes his muscles to a crowd that wasn't even there. Being referred to as captain is still a new horizon for you. After a long string of disappearance, including the well respected and adored former captain, the storm seemed to be in the clear for now. Pain carried by all, each day was cherished in the kindgom for their loses and the reality that anyone could be next.

The first celebration since the tragedy was your anointment as captain of the royal guard. As the prince's former personal guard and a protector of the royal family since your youth, the choice was unanimous. Little did you know that your captain had written a letter of recommendation prior to his disappearance. He always knew you had the strength for the job, he just wish you had the heart. If only he could see you now.

"I suppose you're right, but you seem to be forgetting something."

"And what might that be~ Captain."

You grab the solider's hand, but instead of using it to right yourself, you pull him towards you as you drive your heel directly into his knee. You roll out of the way as he stumbles forward from the disruption in balance and pain, still holding onto his arm as he crashes to the ground beside you. You stand up and pin the limb to his back, redirecting your hand to his elbow as you shoot it upwards.

"That's a measly one to my eleven."

You press down on his arm harder.

"Ow- ow- ow- I give, I give!"

"Make that twelve."

A whistle sounds from the castle wall.

"Whooo, yeah! That's the knight I know and love!"

The crown prince hopes over the short wall separating the training grounds and the main path to the castle, half skipping and half sprinting over to you. You shield your eyes from the brightness of his smile, letting the solider go who then bows before your future king.

"Good evening, my highness."

The prince doesn't seem to notice him, throwing his arms in the air as he laughs. "That was amazing, Y/n! Let me to reward you for your efforts with a hug." He puckers his lips." Maybe a kiss too?"

"I'm good on both. Aren't you supposed to be with your guard?" If there was one person who opposed your promotion, it was the prince. In public he put on a brave face, but in private he cried and begged you not to leave him, and even went behind your back to the king with no success. From what you've heard, he's been placed with four guards already and the week had just begun. His upper lip twitches.

"You're so funny, Y/n. You are the only guard I'll need. Which is why I'm here!"

"Right. I think training is over for now." You turn to the solider. "Would you like me to get you something for your arm?"

He grins, blinking back tears as he raises his arm in triumph. "This? This is nothing. C'mon Cap, let's go one more round for all the marbles. I was this close to wiping the floor with you. I'll even buy you a drink if ya win."

"Don't get too cocky." You lightly punch his shoulder, the begins of a smile on your face. The prince's falls.

Why?

"Besides, you already owe me a dozen."

The solider winces as he holds up his injured arm. "It's an honor to be at your side, Captain."

You take it. "Likewise. I'll go get you that ice."

With a simple shake, you drop the man's hand as you march towards the castle. Time feels like a crawl for the prince as he watches your fingers part. The soldier's tighten around yours at the last second before he lets go. He sighs as you fade into the distance, mumbling to himself.

"Hate to see them go.... but love to-"

The eyes burning a hole in the back of his head cause him to hold his tongue. He corrects himself. "The captain.... they're something special aren't they?

The prince doesn't reply. He can't. The blood rushes to his head, his hands tremble. Why- Why did you do that for him? Why did you smile? In all your years together, those were rare. The light at the end of a tunnel, given out to this- worthless piece of garbage like a cheap carnival prize. You abandoned him, and now this. It hurts. It hurts so much that he can't breath.

"Your highness? If I may speak.."

"What is it."

His tone catches him off guard, but the solider continues anyway. "Do you think... Do you think I have a shot with them? I know this is inappropriate, but you've known them the longest so...."

It hurts. He's going to die.

The prince grins.

"I'll let you, if you beat me first."

-

You tie the rag around the solid block of ice as you exit the castle. Your light steps grow heavier as you near the wall. It not like you hated the prince. While you wouldn't admit it aloud, he was one of the first people you could truly classify as a friend. It's just that you have so much more freedom now. A permanent place on the field rather than the faux paradise he tried to build for you both. Maybe someday, when danger and fear was only an afterthought, you'd treat him to a date in the kindgom.

"Prince?"

The field is empty. Surely you haven't been gone that long that they'd up and leave you, not to mention the prince would rather die than depart from your side. You hop over the wall just as he had, the area as deserted as an actual battlefield. Looking at the ground, you find footsteps leading away from the area to a wall behind the castle. The footsteps dissipate as you follow. Switching from two pairs of feet, to one, to large streaks through the soil like someone's been dragged. Blood seeps into the trail and collects along the pebbles in the earth. You ready your blade as you near the scene; a squelch and familiar scream the kickoff for a sight even your wildest nightmares were unable to conjure.

The solider, your ally, flung across the floor, eyes vacant and pale skin dyed red. His body was covered in stab wounds, but none of them fatal. Precisely darted in odd places to avoid any arteries or important organs, as if his assailant wanted to prolong his suffering as long as possible. The contents of your stomach rise to your throat as your eyes land on his right arm. The same he used to lift you up and shake your hand in solitary. His fingers were bent and twisted in bizarre angles, a combination from being stomped on and mangled by someone's own two hands. His ring fingers is almost completely torn off.

As another stab tears through his body, your brain finally registers that his attacker is still there, on top of him. As if things couldn't get any worse - he was still alive.

"R....u"

Eyes shoot in your direction. The dagger falls to the ground followed by a quickness of breath. Ever so faint, a voice calls out.

"Y-Y/n?...."

The prince jumps off the solider, kicking away the knife like he's next on the chopping block. Like he's afraid. He sobs, curling against the wall and hugging himself as he whimpers.

"H-h-he tried to kill me, Y/n! I had to! I had to..."

The prince buries his face in his hands. You want to be him. To hold onto anyone hope of him being that same, ball of sunshine that woke up an hour before you just to be able to start the day at your side, but that look on his face. It was the same one he wore when his father caught him eating dessert before he finished his meals.

You rush forward.

"Y/n?"

Your body acts before your brain. You punch the prince square in the jaw as he reaches for you. He hits his head against the wall as you pick up the solider and sprint towards the infirmary, praying to whatever god there was that were was still time. A genuine sob bubbles in the prince's chest as you run off, but he can't help but laugh.

"Y/n.... always the hero. I would've been happy being the prince trapped away in the tower... if it meant having you."

He sticks in fingers in his mouth, swabbing the inside of his bloody cheek that his teeth tore through. He spreads the mixture of blood and saliva on his tongue, fluids he'd spill at any moment for you. Whether his or another's."

"Guess I'm the villain now... I'll play along if it means that in the end we'll be together forever."

[gingebreadbeetle]

I know I said I would shut up about hazbin, this blog isn’t really created for hazbin/helluva boss content and was created so I could write essays on whatever interested me - and I suppose hazbin is that current interest?

But for me Hazbin Hotel is the plummeting point of media literacy regarding the Bible. I know , I know “ it’s a comedy set in hell! Of course it’s not going to be THE SAME! It’s for fun! It’s Vivs own spin on hell!!”

It’s a poorly researched hell, where there is no love in the world and for some reason the devil himself and the seven sins ( bar Mammon so far ) don’t even act like sins. And if that’s the case, why are actual bad people down there when the demons REPRESENTING THE SIN aren’t even half as bad?

Dante’s inferno is a self insert AO3 fan fiction before AO3 ever existed, but Dante knew how to write and convey emotion in his poetry - he knew how to write hell and he was dedicated to representing not only hell but it’s counter part realms.

Hazbin hotel feels like a self insert AO3 fanfic show but with only the worst parts and no reward. The world building is shit. The characters aren’t developed enough and their arcs are rushed. I know they only had eight episodes, but they’re trying to do too much. Fiona and Cake had a similar amount I believe ( 8-12? I can’t remember I’m sorry) and it still stands as an amazing show exploring like six different characters in the time it needed.

Viv’s characters don’t feel personal. They don’t feel like they had the same passion or love for the source material. But worst of all, for a comedy? I don’t feel rewarded watching an episode of Charlie’s daddy issues being resolved and the king of hell signing off on her idea in roughly 22 minutes. And I don’t find it funny seeing one of my favorite characters being used in a rape joke right after we do an episode on how sexual exploitation is bad.

This is a very messily structured essay I’m aware. I’m not a huge Bible lover, I’m not a Christian, and I don’t think we should diminished the harm Christianity has done.

However, it is clear Viv has only focused on just that, the harm the Bible has brought and none of its messaging of love, none of the best literature it’s brought and none of the movements it’s genuinely impacted in a positive way. ( Lillith being used as a feminist symbol for Jewish women?)

TLDR;

I’m very tired of witnessing comedy shows set in hell with little to no care for how it’s said to be. I’m tired of media repeating itself and thinking it’s new and fresh because there’s gay people! It’s not. Viv’s hell isn’t a fun idea. Hazbin hotel isn’t fun unless you enjoy instant gratification and no work towards the reward.

[jack-kellys]

racetrack in uksies!!

well guys! i did it- i finally started paying attention to the newsie i was pretty sick of for a while! and i was generously rewarded. here is some stuff i observed from josh barnett's racetrack higgins:

disclaimer: racetrack, in the script, is quite literally only noted as "RACE, a little tough guy". there is no one way to characterize him, and no features about him are universal/should be universally accepted beside what he says.

that said. this mf is a damn little tough guy!!!

his place as one of jack's main two lieutenants (the other being crutchie) is a lot more solidified in how he acts around the other boys, he certainly comes off older and more in charge

king of new york has him singing out from downstage to the audience as all the chaos (swinging from lamps...tapping...spinning and shit...) he incited occurs behind him. like it is his song this time which is cool, and makes sense- he's the last "original" (sorry davey) leader left that the newsies can look to and it shows.

his trio consists of specs, albert, and himself it looked like. sometimes finch but that's for more lighthearted moments. they all have trousers and not knickers, signifying their older age, and they frequent the aisles together. also specs is definitely some kind of leader based off of what he does in the show and his demeanor.

race and al are like...the soakers. they are picking fights or mocking fights when they are together LMAO.. at the gate when the headline goes up albert is like Right Up At It to make the delanceys rattle the bars to make him step aside (no one else does this). race and al also imitate jack socking the delanceys with crutchie's crutch, al fake punching race in the gut and race making a face lmfao. they also together circle around the delanceys when they're shoving crutchie around.

^something i've noticed every time but only now clocked as intentional: race's cap is the only one, out of everyone's, that has a ripped seam at the brim. it's frayed, it's been there a while, it's intentional as hell. this kid's a fighter, and he's literally rough around the edges. love it SO much omfg

another fun thing about this race: he. fucking. does. not. like. davey. for the entirety of act 1.

"hoi poloi" is mean. he says it at davey instead of around him to the boys at the circulation center. tbh the newsies in general give davey a sort of sus once-over when he mentions having a mother, but race is leading that charge and like... not for laughs exactly?? idk it felt like more at davey's expense.

race gets fucking pissed at "well if you look, and see brooklyn, then they're with us!" he pushes davey's chest and says either "don't be smart with me/right now." I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS. it is everything to me– it shows how short race's temper can be when he's stressed, pushing it onto davey– because davey got them all into this, didn't he? so what right does he have to make jokes right now, especially about brooklyn, whose backing would ensure that davey's idea of the strike wouldn't get all of them beat into the ground? (because. let's face it. of course race is going to blame davey and not jack.)

while davey is singing his piece of seize the day, race confers with jack, and (this staging was sooo good for woodside last night) points at les, who is standing right in the window between where race and jack are standing a ways away from the kid. like a "why the fuck did he bring the kid here". race definitely thinks that davey doesn't understand who's really at stake here, which is so.. protective<3.

king of new york is like a mini arc for them. at the top of the song, daveys still at the center table, race is there too, and like. he punches davey's arm. of which davey is literally like "ow", and then rubs at it through... half the whole song. what's funny abt him getting hit then is that he sings his lyrics pretty soon after, so it's like a literal push from race to get more involved (since they're the only two leaders left). as davey does get more involved, messing around with les and involving him w/ the rest of the boys, race warms up to him a lot more and their last time near each other, race gives him a smile and ruffles davey's hat. atta boy, if u will.

i think race's general refusal to trust davey with his boys is just so. fucking sick. race can trust him with the strike inner workings if jack does, crutchie actually is shown talking to davey a lot more than race and trusts him via that, and jack trusts him because jack refuses to leave anyone even remotely like his boys behind (and he recognizes they need someone like him if they want to succeed). the four of them r so. intimate to me.

but. what is also quite fascinating to me.

is that everything i've said so far about the lack of trust, the hot-headed nature, the protectiveness... y'all know who we usually 'assign' those traits to, right?

spot. conlon.

like this race is like.. if 92sies spot was in the musical..mixed w/ 92sies race LMFAO!! and you fuckin know what? i loved him for it. i have always loved characters like that, i think they're fun, very... greaser vibed, hard-hitting, etc. this spot is almost more ready to hit than protect, and the holding out on the strike therefore seems like manhattan/jack needs to prove himself to brooklyn vs. spot having to look after their newsies first.

anyway yes congratulations to uksies racer for making me enjoy the character again!!!

FUN FACT: earlier this week, someone was. literally on their laptop during. the fucking show. in richmond, which is p close to the stage. so during one of his exits, he went up to the person and said like "close your laptop. that's fucking disgusting." josh>

[malepresentingleg]

Bed Friend Novel vs Series

I'm not sure if it counts as spoilers since I'm not going to address anything later than where the series is at now, only provide extra background information and point out some differences for what was already aired.

I have to say that so far I prefer the series to the novel but I still thought it could be nice to share key points that are missing.

Differences from the series will be pointed out in pink,

My own interpretation in green.

Uea's background (tw abuse)

Uea's parents fought all the time when he was a kid, and took so long to divorce because they argued over who's gonna get custody over him (both wanted the other to😶). His mom lost and was "stuck" with him ever since, with no child support from his father. She remarried and they moved to his stepdad's house, tearing him away from the extended family he loved in Lampang - the place Uea mentions by the pool in the work outing in episode 4.

His mom and stepdad had a baby, and for his mom Uea was just a sore reminder of her past life and she treated him like SHIT. His stepdad was gentle and tried to defend him against her and show Uea he's "on his side". When his mom found out about his gayness she flipped, did the locking him in a completely dark bathroom several times and was generally an abusive asshole pretty much like shown in the series. Uea kept standing up to her though, at least verbally about his sexuality.

Then at some point when he was a teenager his stepdad woke him up Like That (like in the series) and his mom didn't believe him of course. Since then his stepdad didn't hide behind subtly anymore and kept harassing him. Whenever his mom locked him, it would be even worse now because his stepdad kept trying to pick the lock to get him, which would have been even worse for Uea. Understandable why he's traumatized AF.

At the birthday the reason he left was not because of his stepdad, but because his mom only wanted him to come so she can ask for more money.

Currently he's 27, a graphic designer at that company for 3 years. People keep hitting on him because he's so pretty, but he's very annoyed by it. He hates when people hit on him through Jade (aka middleman), he hates players and flirts.

He had several boyfriends in the past and they all ended up cheating assholes basically.

The most tragic part of his life though is that he LOVES animals but is super allergic to their fur.

King and Uea

They first met 8-9 years before the series, Uea just ended a relationship and was at a bar. King hit on him a little but then Uea saw him hit on someone else and hated him for being "a player". A couple of years later he met him again when Jade introduced them. King and Jade are childhood friends from kindergarten, Jade was Uea's uni roommate so he was civil. Then he was very mad to discover when he started working that King works there too, and they had a kinda hateful relationship since, but it was very one-sided from Uea.

The first night they slept together they were both drunk, King just slightly less so, and he took Uea in a taxi to his house because he didn't know where Uea lives. He put him in bed, and Uea was too drunk to explain about the dark so he just begged King not to leave him and King "couldn't help it".

I think so far it's the only part I preferred in the book, because in the series King was driving and a lot less drunk and more aware of what was happening.

Later - King apologized for taking advantage of Uea like this (and really made a point of not doing anything with him at the work outing when Uea was drunk as we saw in episode 5).

Something I hated in the novel but loved in the series was the morning after, when King talks about how much of a gentleman he was and that he deserves a reward. In the series Uea replied wonderfully saying this should be standard, while in the novel he basically said King missed his chance when he didn't go for it the night before.

In general, King is more pushy and demanding in the novel, more playing into the trope of the big top who can't help himself.

He left a hickey on Uea which he was mad about and did a half-assed apology at first.

Unlike the series when King catches himself and remembers Uea doesn't like something, in the novel when King kisses Uea on the cheek again after Uea stopped him a while before, Uea was the one who had to say "I told you not to do this." and King was very nonchalant about forgetting about that too. Which, to be fair isn't the worst. It's not like King knows exactly what it means for Uea and that it's a big deal, but still pretty shitty.

Another thing that was much better in the series imo was the scene at the end of episode 5 when the lights went out. In the Novel they were going to go to bed and Uea tried to turn out the bedside light only to find out it's needed changing. He was going to go get a new bulb to change but King whined and stopped him from going and made him just stay and go to bed with him. Eventually Uea relaxed into his arms.

Uea keeps referring to him as a "sex addict" which I tie more with Uea's sense of shame about his sexuality.

Pretty early on in their FWB relationship Uea actually told King about his mom's abuse and the reason he's scared of the dark, but they didn't discuss it other than that.

Also at this point - they both like each other, they're both in love with each other basically, and they ARE pretty aware of each other's feelings. The issue is that Uea doesn't believe King can change and doesn't want to enter a relationship with him when King "is and always will be a player". (And he's a complete clown because they basically are in a relationship at this points sdfss).

King, too, is aware of his own feelings but is unsure if he can really commit. Verbally though he keeps trying to convince Uea he can.

Jade

I already mentioned he's King's childhood friend and Uea's uni bestie. He has a way bigger role in the book, and a whole romance of his own that by this point of the series should have concluded if it followed his character's story like the book.

He's exactly the annoying bl "helpless wife" trope and doesn't have much personality other than that. His love interest would have come and left the company by this point so I have no idea what their plan is for the Middleman Love. I know the book's events of that novel happen at the same time as the Bed Friend novel but I have not and will not read it so I don't know much more. For some reason they give some of the roles his love interest had to Gun, who doesn't have such a big role in the book.

I will say Jade is a good friend to Uea, and he really wanted him and King to get along since they're his two besties. When they started to be nicer to each other he almost cried.

Random bits

It really bothered me they went to get a blood test a week after their one-night stand when in the novel it was 3 weeks (the proper amount to wait before doing an HIV test). Also in the novel it was actually discussed it's for HIV (which... other STDs exist yknow), Uea gets tested regularly and also always uses a condom. King says he does too, but they didn't use one That Night because he was too drunk, for which he apologized.

Also, one time King talked Uea into having sex in the bathroom in the morning before work, Uea put his foot down about using a condom "No condom, no sex". They ended up late for work and Uea was pissed.

When they made plans to watch the football match they didn't do the fake phone call, the series really pulled through with that one : ')

Also, they watched the game alone at home, not in a bar with lots of other people (and it was Liverpool vs Arsenal).

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There's probably definitely more, but this is what I remember off the top of my head, and my ask box is opened for more specific clarifications :)

[hamletshoeratio]

Pride was Theseus' fatal flaw.

He abandons Ariadne, the literal only reason he survived the labyrinth, because he feels he can do better or because he doesn't want to acknowledge that he couldn't defeat the minotaur and survive the labyrinth alone. He gets so caught up in his victory that he forgets to raise white flags so his (mortal) father knows he survived, and said father throws himself into the sea in despair and dies thinking his son is dead. Becoming King of Athens as a result of that, he becomes a tyrannical king because of his pride and because a toxic friend uses his pride to manipulate him. Where once he was brave and cared for other people, only attacking after first being attacked, after meeting Pirithous, he began doing dangerous and cruel things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. He becomes cruel and self-serving. He kidnaps a thirteen year old Helen of Sparta, intent on making her his wife (never mind the wife he already has) because she is a beautiful daughter of Zeus, the most beautiful girl on the Earth, who else would be worthy of her?, he thinks. He tries to help his friend kidnap Persephone, a goddess in her own right, so that they both can be married to daughters of Zeus, who could stand in their way? Hercules saves his ass from Hades' punishment, but even despite all of the above bullshit, the Gods still don't abandon him. Not until he murders his own son do they abandon him. He kills his son out of jealousy and out of pride. Now he's old, and his own people despise him, even the gods have abandoned him, so he decides to try and be a hero again. He fails. He's lost everything because of pride. Eventually, he is either pushed or he himself jumps (depends on the retelling) into the sea and drowns. If he was pushed, he was too proud and thought that he couldn't be tricked. If he jumped, maybe he was too proud to believe that his father had abandoned him, or maybe he realised his fatal flaw, realised the devastion that he left in his wake as a result and couldn't live with it.

Theseus represents the worst aspects of Poseidon. He's possessive, temperamental, violent, selfish, impulsive, and all-consuming. He doesn't take no for an answer. He's too proud. If Poseidon is anything, it's a prideful god. See the Odyssey, where he has a long vendetta against Odysseus for killing his son. See the Illiad where he sides the Greeks because Laomedon, the mortal King of Troy generations before Priam, Hector and Paris, promised a temporarily mortal Poseidon great reward for building the walls that would later protect Troy from the Greeks for over a decade, then when the task was done told him that setting him free is the best reward that Poseidon could hope for. Posedion took every opportunity to attack Trojan ships and even sent a blood thirsty sea serpent to terrorise the city. There's countless stories where Posedion's pride is the driving force behind them.

Pride is not all that Posedion is, but it's one of his faults.

Do you understand how significant his surrender is? Because I do and it's driving me insane. He sets it aside and he surrenders to his brother, a brother who once took his powers and made him mortal, the brother who is the very last person in the universe he would ever want to submit to. He does it to save Percy because Percy matters far more to him than his pride.

Posedion is one of the Gods who have grown the most since ancient times. He's no Saint and he will never be one, but he's calmed, he grown, he can now set his pride aside.

It's probably why Kymopoleia was banished (she deserves better from Rick because she is full of untapped potential and ngl hoo did her dirty and I can and probably will rant about it someday just not in this post), because she reminded Posedion too much of his dark side, a side he isn't indulging in as much because he's not conspiring to steal Zeus' throne, because as far as we know he doesn't have any vendetta currently ongoing (other than doing significant damage to Florida when Hera kidnaps Percy in tlh).

We do see Posedion set his pride aside for Percy in the books, in the last olympian when joins Zeus and Co in the battle, letting his own domain face destruction. Kronos doesn't expect Posedion to join Zeus & co because of his pride and he's both shocked and pissed that Posedion has done so. It wasn't part of his plan, he never considered that happening (which makes Hades showing up too so much sweeter). Percy had to ask him to do that. Seeing Posedion set his pride aside without a single word from Percy, who has closed his eyes and accepted his fate? I'M A FUCKING WRECK

[gabessquishytum]

(long time reader, first time asker etc etc)

For Warprize!Hob: since he's just out and about in court, the courtiers and staff assume that he's more or less for the court's use as well (something Dream himself has encouraged). And it's pretty much a non-issue until someone plants a chaste kiss on Hob's lips and it leaves him dazed for a good long moment. Because it's been a while that's all. Just a pleasant surprise and he continues on with an otherwise mundane day.

Meanwhile Dream, who is usually so amused by the entertainment his feisty warprize brings to the court, is just glaring from his throne, silently fuming for reasons he cannot (will not) pinpoint. It's not the most outrageous thing done to Hob but still...

(Bonus if it's the Corinthian who gives Hob the lil kiss (maybe not as chaste), knowing it's just enough to spark some havoc (for Dream and Hob) and entertainment (for him and the rest of the court))

- 🪡 / 📎 (whichever is free to use!)

This is actually so sweet!!! Yes, give Hob the little kissy he deserves!!!!

Cori is of course the resident trouble maker, and he takes great delight in dipping Hob into an intimate, drawn out kiss that leaves him breathless and seeing stars. After Cori struts off to cause trouble elsewhere, Hob is left standing, touching his mouth and just. Having a little moment.

Dream is in a foul mood for the rest of the day and of course everyone knows why except for Hob, who wonders if he must have done something wrong? He anxiously sticks to Dream’s side, biting his lip and casting worried little glances up at the king. Cori and some of Dream’s other close advisors pat him on the head and tell him not to worry. But Hob just can't shake the feeling, and at the end of the day he shyly asks Dream whether he's done something to offend him?

Of course Dream absolutely melts and pulls Hob into his lap immediately. He just felt the most burning jealousy when he saw Cori kiss Hob like that, but he doesn't know how to explain it. Instead he frames Hob’s face with his hands and kisses him, soft and slow, without the usual dominating press of his tongue.

Hob is left seeing stars for the second time in one day. He snuggles right into Dream’s lap, relieved that he obviously isn't in trouble and that Dream has rewarded him with such a kiss. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks have turned bright pink in response.

Dream, meanwhile, has decided that from now on, he'll be the only one kissing Hob. Oh sure, the rest of the court can tease and touch as much as they want. But Hob’s pretty red mouth is Dream’s, now. And he'll be the only one to make Hob squirm and blush with sweet kisses.

They're both so stupid they don't even know that they're in love. But I think that Cori is going to have a very fun time watching the little romance play out... and if he interferes a little, well, it's all for a good cause, right?!

[c0la-queen]

Matt Headcanons | The Clean Friend

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Appearance:

Matt is the palest of the group, and has freckles across his face. He's very proud of his freckles, thinks they're one of his best features. His eyes are a bright blue. Sometimes the others joke about him having the "autism stare" (not in an ableist or mean way, they mean it lovingly). He has no facial hair, never really grows any.

Matt is the third tallest, and stands at 6'2. He's lanky and has the sluttiest waist of the entire group. Snatched. We love that for him.

He doesn't have any tattoos or glasses, but he does have his ears pierced. Usually wears little studs in gold, black, or purple.

Family Life:

Matt was raised by a single mom. However, he is lucky enough that his mom is an absolute girlboss icon and was able to support herself and her baby with her career as a fashion designer.

His relationship with his mother is extremely healthy. She taught him to love himself and express himself in whatever way makes him happiest. They talk frequently and he has lunch with her whenever they both have a free schedule, since she lives in town.

Matt is an only child, but grew up with Edd and Tom (and eventually Tord) so he doesn't mind.

Personality:

Matt is a little stupid, but he's got the spirit. I don't mean he's totally an idiot. He knows things, and got average grades in school. He just tends to lack common sense and can sometimes be a little bit of a bimbo.

He's a self love king. Loves helping other people learn to express themselves. In his mind, nothing is more rewarding then helping people find their style. Passionate about good hygiene. Has a skincare routine and will help Reader create one for herself as well. Will help Reader learn how to take care of her hair properly if she lets him. Always reliable for outfit advice.

Gift giving is his love language. He likes to buy the roommates expensive little gifts that he knows they like. But he'll cry happy tears if Reader buys him gifts, or gives him little crafts. Will keep every paper flower, origami butterfly, and love letter you give him.

He really likes helping out around the house. One his days off from work, he'll do the cleaning . He finds it peaceful and refreshing. Will happily let Reader help him if she wants to.

Actually pretty decent at cooking, but he usually just cooks for himself when home alone. Of course, will always cook Reader something if she asks him to.

Not the granola mom type of health freak, but he does prefer home cooked meals to processed foods. Still, can appreciate a good night of take out food every so often.

Has had several arguments with the boys over the color of his hair. They tell him he's "just ginger", but he will angrily insist that he's strawberry blonde. The arguments are always playful and end with eye rolls and stifled smiles.

Matt probably needs glasses but he doesn't realize it. His vision isn't the worst, he just thinks its natural for far away things to be kind of blurry.

A little scatterbrained, but in a cute way. The type to frantically search for his phone when its in his hand. Has to verbally run through a list of things he needs to have with him when he leaves the house- does it with whoever is nearby.

"Brutes." "This is why we can't have nice things!"

Not a huge fan of video games, but he likes playing Cookie Run Kingdom on his phone. Enjoys watching the others play games during game night.

I decided to take his humorous narcissistic personality and tone it down a bit. Instead, he's pretty active on Instagram and Tik Tok! He's not an out of touch influencer, hell he doesn't even consider himself an influencer, despite the fact that his mother's identity has gained him a decent following. He really just enjoys posting pictures of himself and the roommates in their daily lives (with their permission of course, and he doesn't obsess over posting every single detail) or making GRWMs, fun little story times, and fit checks. He really just treats it like an average person would treat their social media.

Smells like citrus and lemongrass.

Of course, we have to address the vampirism. When in his normal form, Matt's fangs are small, really just looking like unusually sharp canines, his ears are slightly pointy but not enough to draw attention, he still shows up in mirrors and photos, and can be out in the sun- just sunburns easier, nothing a strong SPF can't handle. However, in his more vampire like form, his fangs get longer, his eyes go red, his ears get pointier, and the sun starts to hurt him more. As for blood, he can tide himself over from a day to day basis with tomato juice or smoothies made of red fruits/veggies, but once a month he does need to feed on blood. The roommates all help him as best they can. Tord gets him some bags of blood and when questioned about it mutters a little "don't worry about it" (don't worry, he just picks up some from the medics in the nearby Red Army base that they keep on hand- soldiers can donate blood twice a year) or Tom goes out and hunts for him if the situation is particularly bad. If Reader offers to let Matt drink her blood, Matt would refuse. He doesn't want to hurt her, and won't do it even if she offers it.

Playlist (From My Spotify Playlist For Him):

Olivia Rodrigo

Florence + The Machine

PUBLIC

Harry Styles

One Direction

Hozier

Mitski

ABBA

Lady Gaga

Kesha