#(banging pots and pans together) I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC
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Pleaseee I just need a story where the reader is from our modern world and tedros falls inlove with them
anon my darling my dearest my beloved you don't understand how much of my brain space this occupies. bc when you first show up in that fucking field of pink and red flowers you're probably in jean shorts and a crop top. maybe a flannel. you walk confused through the gilded halls, getting as many pictures as you can of the ornate archetecture and glasswork, worrying you won't believe it yourself if you don't have proof. you have no idea how you somehow ended up in a castle that looks straight out of the royaltycore side of pinterest you've stumbled across a few times, and you have no idea where you're even supposed to be going. then the fairies catch up to you. they take one look at you, then start tugging at your hair and clothes, trying to drag you somewhere to get you cleaned up before orientation, so you do the natural thing: start filming them on your phone and haul ass out of there. you get even more lost through the mazes of halls and staircases and breezeways as the fairies keep chasing you. you lose them for a minute, and unbeknownst to you, standing at the hallway is noneother than Tedros. you catch his attention for many reasons, your blinding beauty, the rush of energy you cary with you that seems to sweep him along with it, the lack of restraining your personality for the sake of etiquette. most notably, is that to him you're barely dressed. usually you'd be wearing bloomers and a corset with a dress that's at least tea length over it, but here you are, legs out in front of god and everybody. you don't seem the least bit phased by this either, but before he can snap out of the trance you've put him in, Professor Dovey is sweeping down the halls toward you.
"oh my..." she says, taking in your appearance. she turns to the fairies. "yes, I think you're right. this time does certainly call for an exception."
amid your miriad of protests, she takes your arm, gliding you through the halls with her.
"hush child, I'll explain everything." she respons warmly, bringing you to the doors of the groom room. she sits you down, and with a flick of her now glowing finger, everything in the room springs to life. soft smelling perfume sprays you, your nails are maincured, your skin is moisturized, your hair is done up all pretty. before you know it, racks of dresses are wheeling themselves out, spinning around you as Professor Dovey skims through them, picking one out for you as she explains everything. you don't really get a grasp on the situation until you're sitting on blue and glass pews surrounded by dozens of girls in literal ballgowns. you're wearing a ballgown too, the kind of thing you see used as clickbait on wish or aliexpress, but this is real and it fits you like a glove. you touch the side of your bodice, where you managed to shove your phone when Professor Dovey wasn't looking. you can't bring yourself to focus on anything as all of this sets in, but when a rowdy group of boys burst in and begin sword fighting, you're pulled out of your daze. one of them gets grazed on the arm, and it strikes you that these are actual swords. they're not dulled movie props or plastic kids toys or diy cosplay accessories, these are literal metal blades getting tossed around like it's no big deal. it's probably not a big deal to them, you realize, they clearly know what they're doing. as you lose yourself in thought, beginning to accept the situation you've found yourself in, Tedros fights through the crowd of boys in front of him more determined than ever. you caught his eye, and he'll stop at nothing to stand before you and throw you his rose. he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since that moment he saw you in the halls, full of more life and vigor and passion than any girls he's ever met. he's dying to know you, yearning to know everything about you, absolutley desperate to sweep you off your feet. he has his sights set on you, and with a love this strong, he's sure you must feel the same. he wonders if this could be love at first sight. you're pulled from your thoughts as the girl next to you, blonde and wearing a purple dress, taps your shoulder.
"I believe that was intended for me." she states with a condescending smile, motioning to the rose that somehow appeared in your lap. your eyes flare, her attitude not slipping past you for a second. Tedros is about to protest, tell Beatrix that his rose landed in the right hands, when you scoff, clearly surprised and a little offended at her tone. Beatrix expects you to hand her the rose, and maybe apologize to her for being in the way. instead you look straight at her, and speak so informally she thinks she must have imagined it.
"okay, dickwad." you state, not an ounce of shyness to be found. you scoff, leaning towards Tedros. "I guess someone hasn't had her morning coffee..."
Beatrix's mouth hangs open in shock as a hush falls from the nearby girls who'd heard the exchange. Beatrix knows that Tedros is going to defend her honor, insisting you apologize and insuring you never speak to her in that way again. instead he lets out the loudest, most sincere, organic laugh any of them have ever heard. You chuckle along with him, not sure what was so funny about that exchange, but you can tell there's no malice or insincerity to him.
"You are just full of surprises..." he muses, once he's caught his breath. he takes your hand in his, and you watch with wide eyes as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, before falling in line with the rest of the boys, more sure than ever that you're his true love. he just kissed the back of your hand. he literally just kissed the back of your hand. the only time you've ever actually seen that is in the occasional straight to hulu period drama, and you never expected to experience that in real life. you also didn't expect it to fill you with butterflies. you and Tedros both find yourselves stealing glances for all of orientation while Beatrix stares daggers at you the whole time. you're sure this school will be interesting to say the least.
#drabbles#tedros of camelot x reader#tedros pendragon x reader#tedros pendragon#tedros of camelot#sge x reader#sge#sge drabbles#school for good and evil x reader#school for good and evil#school for good and evil drabbles#tedros x modern!reader#(banging pots and pans together) I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC#tbh the only way to do the 'im not like other girls' thing is when you're literally just acting normal but it's a total fish out of water#situation#like yes i'm not like other girls because i was raised with no internet restrictions in the 2000s#instead of going to etiquette lessons and balls in a fantasy village where magic is real#yeah im probably not going to be like other girls bc of that#tedros just has a thing for readers#im gonna say it#if you're not from the forest he's on his knees for you#you're singing jones bbq and foot massage under your breath while you do homework and he has to physically restrain himself from proposing#wish i was joking
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okay let's try this again, this time with my brain plugged in
overall, story-wise I admire the devs' efficiency of storytelling in introducing new groups of characters, giving you a peek at the relationship dynamics between them and what makes them interesting, and then immediately proceeding to 'and now it's time for you to kill them, because you are running an RPG dungeon for hapless adventurers to dive into.' Several groups here feel like they could be the protagonists of a shorter game in their own right. sorry I killed you guys but you know how it is.
Mechanically... not gonna get too deep into the game's overall systems at this point, but I think they did a pretty solid job of making each new story encounter an interesting challenge with something new to deal with. Once I sorted out the whole 'you don't have enough good key pages to outfit the entire library, you've gotta shuffle them around a lot or you're playing on hard mode' thing, nothing has felt ridiculously hard when I first unlocked it, but very few fights have felt all that easy either. (The 'nothing has felt ridiculously hard' part may change soon though, because somebody thought it was a good idea to fight the Red Mist again. goddamn it Angela, I just did that last game. At least dig up the Backward Clock for me to fall back on if you're gonna pull this shit.)
I'm not gonna go into every single reception, but hitting some of the highlights...
Streetlight: Probably the first group I felt really bad about murdering? Sorry Lulu. (Okay these early ones are gonna be kind of short, lbr they have a lot less going on than later stuff.)
Zwei: Whoops felt bad again. This time it was ameliorated by getting Walter's key page and going 'wait you're gonna just... let me do that? Is this actually okay?'
Carnival: is the point that made me stop and go 'oh man these devs know how to do some weird transhumanism stuff,' and that basically doesn't let up for the rest of the game. On the other hand this is also the point where I kinda sighed and started finding all the endless industrial uses for dead humans a bit on-the-nose.
Dawn: well I can see no way that killing these guys could go poorly, not like one of them will have a days/weeks-long breakdown and turn into a swarm of flaming cherubs that kill tens of thousands of people or something haha. Yuna deserved more/cooler mechanics. Solo Fixer who carries her gear around in a guitar case or something and shows up like 'hey I just beat up some crazy stuff by myself.' make Yuna cooler you cowards.
Gaze: Gaze Office is cool as hell. I love them. Love their fucking C memory management joke names. (Which are apparently also Korean puns or something.) Love their weird rainbow camera heads. Too bad that they're kinda mechanically trash. They were one of the easiest fights for me, and I've never found much use for... anything they do, really.
Kurokumo: thus begins the era of Slashing Builds. this era has not yet actually ended for me.
Bremen: I actually felt a bit bad for these guys too. I mean sure they're murderers but they seem so earnest about it, and they did get their heads messed with by supernatural forces. But also why didn't you losers give me blunt power abilities. You should really take after Sayo more. I'm sure she's a fine role model.
Love Town: [banging pots and pans together] LOVE TOWN LOVE TOWN LOVE TOWN. listen the entire story here is so absurdly horrible and over the top that it's almost funny, but I feel like if you're gonna get invested in these games you've gotta be capable of looking at 'so they all spent millennia locked in a train and unable to die until the few who still retained some of their sanity sewed their bodies together into Flesh Amalgam Creatures to fight off their zombified comrades' and pumping your fist instead of pointing out that that all seems like a bit much. Tomerry was an interesting fight but at the same time, never wanna do that again. Some of my well-meaning friends warned me to gird my stomach for this section, unaware of just how much body horror media I've consumed over the years.
Sweepers: On one hand? I kinda came out of this liking the Sweepers themselves, despite everything. Aw, they're just a big happy family, makin' their way in the world. just, Their Way just happens to involve a lot of meathooks and, uh, liquefying people to make special goo or something? On the other hand fuck this fight. Even now that I've beaten it several times, I still hate it. This begins the pattern of 'nothing that is happening here, mechanically, is moral or just.'
Shi: okay look I don't have much to say about Shi itself. this is a basically-unrelated sidebar. You know how Yujin's key page gives you that broken speed die? I am cursed so that every single big attack targets it, and always with a really high speed so I can't intercept. A boss has some once-per-fight attack that's like '8-21 damage, on hit: stagger the target, apply 5 Fragile next round'? it's gonna target Yujin's broken die, with a speed of like 6-7, every single time. My friends assure me that this isn't intentional and I'm just very unlucky, but I'm this close to retiring the page and ripping the good parts off to use elsewhere. I've seriously lost four or five big fights over Yujin suddenly getting ripped in half three rounds in, or getting smacked with a 'if this hits anybody you automatically lose the fight' attack, with no ability to defend.
8 o'clock Circus: fuck this fight. Oswald isn't in it, but I appreciate his whole deal though. Like, he's not a good guy. I'm not even sure I like him. But it takes some skill to be an interesting fucked up clown in 2023, and he manages it.
Smiling Faces: I love how even after you read their books, there's no real explanation of what their deal is. at this point the game's just like 'look, they're weird old folks who chop people up or something and like to take fat bong rips, you can probably name a dozen explanations for all of this at this point.' The fight itself is an absolute pain thanks to Deep Drag, but your reward is... being able to hit enemies with Deep Drag. I don't like smoke builds as much as most people, it seems, but I'll concede that when they do work they're great. And, I mean, I still put a smoker on most teams up until fairly recently.
Crying Children: sometimes a fight is just too fucking long. I'm sorry Phil "the big sad baby" McFixer, but if you want me to get invested in your personal character arc you've gotta limit your boss fight to like five phases tops. (Angela is exempt from this of course.)
WARP Crew: see the Love Town bullet above, but also I felt pretty bad about killing these guys too. Sorry Lesti. Also I find it very funny that part of the reason behind the VIP seats is to make sure that anybody with really expensive combat augs is not waiting for them inside the train after spending about two millennia losing their goddamn mind.
Blue Reverb/Church of Gears: I really expected this fight to be harder but let's be real I haven't seen the last of this asshole.
Cane: I'm just here for Nemo, babey.
R Corp: hhhhh. For one thing, this fight is a fucking slog, and it opens up with possibly the hardest act of its three. For another, you're gonna make me kill Myo? Really? On the upside: Rabbit-based titles for everyone. I haven't beaten this reception yet since I only tried it once so far and went in unprepared for some of the tomfoolery, but I still got within about two hits of winning, so I'm confident I'll get it next time.
Night Awls/Udjat/Kim/Dong-hwan: yesssss give me your stuff. I could've gone without having to fight the Udjat though.
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Read through the entirety of the zombie apocalypse au thingy for safdc at 4 am and holy shit man. Phenomenal stuff, I am in love with the characterisation and dynamic between Jamie and Daniel. It is absolutely wonderful and I may just re-read it again tonight <3
kicks my feet......thank u : ) its been really fun both exploring their relationship thru RP and getting to put my own touches on it in post......striking that balance of "they really do like each other b/c of the things they DONT have in common, and they envy those qualities" and "they cannot fucking stand each other and wish the other was more like them" has been interesting. good practice for the 'real deal'......at first jamie was wayyyy too bitchy and mean and i had them getting into massive blowout fights like, every chapter. but thats exhausting and doesnt give them a lot of room to grow into each other. so jamies a little more conciliatory. (banging pots and pans together) Even In Enemies To Lovers, They Still Have To Like Each Other (And Hate Each Other A Little Too)
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@devilbreaker (munday memes)
1. a favourite trope to rp?
*bangs pots and pans together* MENTOR/MENTEE RELATIONSHIPS, and i love to write both sides of the coin. maybe it’s the lousy teacher in me speaking and projecting but i love writing about dynamics where one character is (or appears) more experienced than the other in a particular domain, and has to impart knowledge and wisdom on the other - with all the nuances that can go into the various declinations for this trope. haikyuu is full of them and they’re all very different and all have their specificities that make them very unique and it makes me very happy (kuroo/tsukishima, kuroo/lev, bokuto/tsukishima, bokuto/akaashi, ushijima/goshiki, iwaizumi/literally all of seijoh barring the third years, iwaizumi/kageyama...). in-between questions of responsibility, idealisation, teaching, learning, expectations, there are so many interesting ways to write about this very generic trope, it makes it a lot of fun.
5. a character i love but don’t think i can write?
oof there are many of them because i love everyone in haikyuu (arguably i don’t think i can write any of my characters already bvdfhjbf bUT THAT’S NOT STOPPING ME) but to name one... i think akaashi would be at the top of the list, because he’s one of my favourites but i don’t think i would do him the justice he deserves. maybe i’d write an okay-ish, passable akaashi but... bby boy deserves MUCH better than i think i could deliver on a character like him. i don’t even know why i just have too much affection for this character and i think i wouldn’t be able to give him the nuance and intelligence he deserves bvhjbdv he only deserves the best writers and there are already amazing muns doing a great job with him elsewhere so my akaashi needs are satisfied whenever i see them on my dash anyway.
10. why do i write?
because my brain spends 90% of its energy on daydreaming and scenario-making every waking hour of my life, and if i don’t drain some of it out by writing i will eventually implode vbdjfbv and i’m not a good enough artist to draw the scenes i have in mind, so writing it is! my brain also has a natural tendency to hyperfocus and i find that writing is a very cathartic way of channelling the constant flow that goes on in there in a comfortable and very directed way, so sometimes it’s just free therapy. and on the more creative side, i love doing worldbuilding, creating stories, building up character personalities and relationships, and writing is a GREAT way of oing that with zero pressure and zero stakes. and also words are cool.
#devilbreaker#(ooc)#10yo me: idk writing is cool i guess#28yo me: oh so writing is cool because it lets me keep my sanity got it BFVHB#SMOOCHES YOU CASSI YOU AND ME BOTH IN THE INABILITY TO NOT WRITE 5 PARAGRAPHS BECAUSE BRAIN SAID SO
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Wa & Rine
Let's talk about my favorite girls:
I've been excited for this show ever since it was first announced and we found out it would have both BL and GL. Then at some point I happened to catch Aya and Kate live on MMY's IG and fell right in love with these two! Even though we only caught a glimpse of them in the trailer, the amount of outfits they were wearing in the Fitting Day video had me assured that we'd be seeing more of them in the actual series so now here we are. Let's get into it!
Disclaimer: I'm still learning Thai so feel free to correct me on anything 🙏
The matching necklaces
Ever since spotting Yiwa's necklace in episode 1, I was sure that Marine had to have a matching one - I just wasn't sure if Yiwa's was supposed to be a W for Wa (which is what Lom, her mom, and she herself call her) or a sneaky upside down M for Marine. So when Marine showed up on screen wearing a matching R for Rine and we hear how they talk to each other- 🥹 Here's the breakdown:
Yiwa calls her Rine and refers to herself as Phi (พี่)
Imagine my delight at finding out she's the older one (Phi is a polite pronoun for someone older) when she's this adorable, just look at her pouty little face up there! I totally didn't screenshot it because of that or anything... solely for the necklaces...
Marine calls her Ter (เธอ) and refers to herself as Rine
The fact that she doesn't refer to Yiwa as Phi Wa/Phi but as Ter (a friendly but not really respectful/formal 2nd pers. pronoun that you hear in Thai songs all the time) could indicate that they are on equal footing and disregard seniority, to a point, or that Ter might just be more personal and romantic to them. They have probably talked about how they want to talk to each other at some point (if you've seen a few Thai QLs, you've probably seen these 'pronoun negotiations/ changes' before).
The matching slippers
The domesticity of it all, be still my beating heart! I also love their shared color palette of beige, soft pink, and neutrals.
The height difference
This is right on the heels of Marine calling Yiwa คุณหนูยี่หวา (Khun Noo Yiwa, = young miss, can imply Rich kid/Spoiled kid, as is the case here, hence it being subbed as "Princess Yiwa"), which is interesting to me. In the Makeover VLOG P'May described the look she envisioned for Kate/Marine as Khun Noo but from what we've seen so far Yiwa seems to be the one to come from a rich family. A family that she-
is not out to
has been faking a relationship with Sailom for
doesn't seem close to (compare her meddling mother snagging her phone to talk to Namnuea vs. Yiwa telling Marine that she's the one who understands her the best)
The cheek™ or: weaponized cuteness
Before I get into this, let me just point out how easily Yiwa shares Sailom's well-guarded secret with Marine - loud and clear, no secrets between these two.
So! Throughout this episode Yiwa is called:
คนขี้โกง (by Marine) = trickster, tricky person, subbed as "Sneaky"
นิสัยไม่ดี (by Marine) = bad behavior/habit, subbed as "Meanie"
เอาแต่ใจ (by Marine) = selfish/self-centered, subbed as "Stubborn"
...all of these in one breath, mind you, hence Yiwa's cute pouting (you may want to scroll back up, just to see that adorable expression again~) and subsequent flip of who ngon's (งอน = sulk) and who ngaw's (ง้อ = coax, make up with)!
นิสัยเจ้าเล่ห์ (by Marine) = cunning/sly/wily behavior, subbed as "Your Slyness"
ตัวแสบ (by Sailom) = troublemaker, akin to You Little Devil, subbed as "This cheeky girl"
ติงต๊อง/ติ๊งต๊อง (by Marine who lightly knocks her on the head) = silly, crazy, subbed as "Don't be silly"
...which is directly followed by:
Affection :)
Just look at Marine's fond smile and Yiwa cutely touching her forehead!
...That's it for my aimless ramble about these characters and their dynamic. There's so much to love about this show, it's such a fun romp. But these two make me want to bang pots and pans together for everyone to go and look at how cute they are! Hopefully, we'll find out more about Marine as well in the next episodes. And fingers crossed that Marine's wish of seeing Yiwa in a wedding dress ("But not like this") is gonna come true in the end. 💕
#wedding plan the series#wedding plan#yiwamarine#marineyiwa#aya orapan#kate sasisarun#me mind y#i hope i'm not the only one who's like#heavy breathing cat meme#at these two and this show in general#local woman harps on about linguistics
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saberiri 🥺
In this house we love and respect Saberiri. It’s like lady + chivalrous knight and bodyguard romance but gay
I’m out here every day banging pots and pans like “Saber is a lesbian”
They’re just very cute together. When they go walking around in Fuyuki? The driving scene??
These two both just deserved so much better!
I’d feel bad about the whole Irisviel is married aspect but it doesn’t sound like she exactly…chose to be in that relationship (even though she is devoted to Kiritsugu) and also LOL IT’S NOT LIKE HE’S LOYAL
I generally enjoy the canon dynamic a lot and I think the conflict with like Saber and Kiritsugu not getting along at all and just the messiness adds a lot? But I am very curious what the Grail War would’ve looked like if the Einzbern team was just Saber and Iri.
Sometimes a family can be the vessel for the holy grail; her girlfriend, Actual King Arthur; her husband the mage killer; her husband’s girlfriend, and their two kids.
Zero era Emiya Gohan WHEN??
Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it!
#fate series#fate zero#saberiri#irisviel#saber artoria#artoria pendragon#all the bendy punctuations#i ramble sometimes#a mysterious stranger has appeared#honest ships
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EUGENE. please and thank you: 3 & 4 for past, 13 for present and 3 for future? :)
I LOVE the tonal shifts between these asks...like Pierrot's is just as dramatic as he is, Twinkle's is very sweet and dedicated, and then Eugene is just * banging pots and pans * LET US SEE THE BOY. Thank you, I am having the time of my life rn.
OC Asks
Past:
3. Describe their family. Who raised them, and who had the most impact on them? Did they have any siblings? Who were they closest to? What were the family dynamics like?
As said previously, his family is very, VERY bland and boring compared to some of his friends', but he likes it just as it is, thank you very much. He has an older sister and a younger brother and the house only has two bedrooms, which annoys him endlessly, because WHY does Daria get to keep her privacy while he and Fabian share a bunk bed and many, many fights?
Still, he's very protective of his siblings, and has practiced his will-murder, won't-leave-traces glare on his sister's rotating cast of boyfriends. One might think that being frowned at by the human equivalent of a chihuahua should not have that much of an effect on boys far older than him, but it works. Frightfully often, in fact.
4. What was the most common argument between them and whoever raised them?
He thinks his parents coddle him a tad too much, which...is not exactly a wrong take on the issue. They did what they could to shield their children from the worst of what was going on in their homeland, and they're still not very convinced that Storybrooke is any safer. They're not exactly happy that Eugene got involved with the crew most likely to get into non-violent trouble, either, but they know that he'd only get more stubborn if they tried to stop him, so they mostly hang on the sidelines and disapprove.
Present:
13. What’s the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?
That his friends' shenanigans will finally get the best of them and that he won't be there to act as the "voice of reason". He is an overly precautious guy, and so he firmly believes he's got all bases covered for what involves his own safety, but he's really, really scared about his friends getting hurt, even if most of his attempts at voicing that concern aloud come out as nagging and annoying. He doesn't want to go through the ordeal of losing Pinocchio (and Lampwick, though he's loathe to admit it) again, and the more people get into their group the bigger his fears get.
Future:
3. How would their beliefs or morals change in the future, if at all?
He gets mellower as he ages, like, vastly so. Once it's clear to him that they might yet survive the combined forces of everyday Storybrooke life+traumatic pasts, he allows himself to relax a bit, and even takes a more active part in various events that might have seen him only as a passive (and brooding) spectator as a younger kid. Lampwick will tell you he finally got the stick out of his ass (Lampwick will also get his ass kicked for his declarations, but they surprisingly get along much more than they used to, after facing some life-and-death, we-don't-talk-about-it kind of situations together).
#bewilderedmoth#ask meme#court of misfits#to think that this entire gaggle of children started from HIM#a boy ahead of his time#thousand problems verse
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Penny’s relationship troubles and how that relates to Simon and Baz
aka my Baz and Penny mirror post
I said I’d do this and god what a fucking emotional ride we’re about to go on. Strap in, my dudes.
In Carry On, it’s well-established that Penelope is Baz’s mirror character. She’s mostly static in the book (because it’s almost completely focused on Baz and Simon) and she’s used mainly as a literary device. Her mirroring Baz in particular is established very plainly. Both of them being top of the class; both of them geeking out over spells; both of them geeking out over marriage spells; their mothers both being headmasters; both of them getting out chalkboards and making the exact same types of lists. It’s very much in-your-face screaming in Carry On.
It’s not so obvious in Wayward Son.
The main reason for this is that Penny was upgraded from static to rounded in this book. She has an entire arc of doubting herself, which will most likely be completed in the next book. However, just because it’s not banging pots and pans in your face doesn’t mean the mirroring isn’t there.
Let’s dig in.
Rainbow did something I really, really loved with this book: she made sure we know that happy endings aren’t what we’re told. The story doesn’t end because the Prince and Princess kissed-- how did they hang on? How did they make it to the hundredth kiss? Did they even make it to the hundredth kiss?
This book tells us that sometimes they don’t make it to the hundredth kiss.
This lesson is what’s got a lot of people’s panties in a knot. Here’s the thing though: it’s not a bleak lesson; it’s a warning. It’s a reminder that we have to keep trying; we have to want that hundredth kiss.
Simon and Baz want that hundredth kiss. They just don’t know how to get there.
Wow guys I’m gonna have to struggle to not cry while writing this. Wish me luck.
Yes, the boys are morons that can’t communicate. How does Penny fit in?
She didn’t get to that hundredth kiss.
Micah and Penny are what happen when you just expect happily ever after to take care of getting you to the next kiss.
Micah declares what the lesson Penny (assumedly with Shepherd Tornado Chaser Supreme) is going to learn about relationships is in Chapter twelve:
“A relationship isn’t about the end. It’s about being together every step of the way.”
This may be Penny’s lesson, but this is also a sort of (in my opinion) apology from Rainbow. Because, what was Baz and Simon getting together if not just a nice little tie up as part of a happy ending. What are queer consumers of media usually fed? Our representation usually dies, breaks up, or ends up together all happy go lucky right at the end. We don’t get to see characters we relate to struggle. We don’t get to see them still be miserably in love but unsure how to make it work when shit gets rough.
Wayward Son is what happens when you don’t know how to keep going, but god do you want to.
“I told you that I thought we’d grown apart--”
“And I said that was natural!”
(also taken from Chapter 12 of Wayward)
Simon and Baz growing apart when Simon is so severely depressed and unable to communicate is natural. It’s natural, but it doesn’t mean that he’s going about it the right way. Simon is fucked up. He’s fucked up in a lot of ways, but (and this is coming from someone that’s struggled with the same kinds of thoughts Simon’s suffering from) that’s no excuse for him to hurt Baz in the process.
Simon even realizes that this is a terrible way to go about this. It’s why he’s thinking about breaking up with Baz.
i almost cried typing that just now rainbow why simon why i’m dying i-
BREAKING UP WITH BAZ IS NOT THE ANSWER, SIMON!!
Simon needs to learn how to communicate. How to talk about what he’s feeling and what he needs.
Here’s the thing though: Baz does too.
This is where Penny’s mirroring comes into play. Micah and Penny apparently didn’t talk for two whole months and she didn’t notice. They didn’t talk. They didn’t communicate. This is what killed their relationship.
This is what’s killing Simon and Baz’s.
In Chapter Fifteen we see Simon mulling over Penny and Micah breaking up:
“Penelope and Micah were going to get married.
And now... Merlin, what now?”
I’ll come back to the concept of “endgames” throughout this series, but for now, apply that to Baz and Simon.
Baz and Simon were supposed to live happily ever after, but ever afters don’t work like that. So, now what?
Everything sucks. We are all in Pain. The dumbasses won’t talk. What do we DO, JAY?
god, what do we do. suffer i guess idk.
Okay but for real, we don’t have to worry. Rainbow knows what their issue is. And! She’ll make sure it’s resolved! How do I know?
Well, I’ll tell ya.
Shepard.
We were introduced to a brand new, absolutely batshit, completely delightful character in Wayward. He’s spunky, he’s fun, but what does he do best?
Fucking. Talk.
He doesn’t shut the fuck up!! He’s completely honest and he just talks. Bitch will tell you his entire life story without batting an eye! This is what Penny needs.
This is where Simon and Baz are going to end up.
Perhaps not exactly, that doesn’t suit their personalities. This is what they’ll end up being, though: completely honest with each other.
These fuckers are constantly thinking about each other throughout the book.
“Oh he’s so beautiful.” “Oh he’s so charming.” “Oh he’s so funny and smart.” “Oh he’s so heroic and brave.” “Oh, i’d give him my whole being.” “Oh I wish he’d let me in” “Oh I love him so much.” “I love him.”
They’d both feel so, so, so much better if they just said shit out loud. Good god.
But neither of them are a) in a place where they can say it and b) in a place where they’ll believe it.
This brings us to our next biggie:
Baz still doesn’t like himself.
Simon’s obviously having troubles with self loathing. That’s not even a question in anyone’s mind. Simon’s depression and lack of self worth is one of (if not the) main vocal points of the book.
The issue with Simon’s sadness getting the spotlight is that we overlook Baz’s a bit. It’s thrown in so that we don’t notice immediately, because we’re not supposed to. Baz’s self-hatred isn’t as loud as Simon’s and he’s been dealing with it a lot longer. It’s a self-loathing he’s learned to live with-- he’s used to it by now.
Sometimes the demons we learn to live with are the most vicious of all.
I think it’s very clever that the most overt time we see Baz disliking himself is in his Things I Hate List in Chapter Fourteen.
“11. The wind in my hair.
12. Convertible automobiles.
13. Myself, most of all.
14. My soft heart.
15. My foolish optimism.
16. The words “road” and “trip,” when said together with any enthusiasm.”
It’s slipped in there awful sneaky! You’re giggling and going “oh thank god maybe I won’t be sad through the whole book” then BANG! there it is. But, right after we have “my soft heart” and you’re going “oh my poor baby he’s so sweet I love him” before you really had time to process number 13 as anything aside from an “lol i’m hot and icky and i hate myself” joke.
Baz is used to hating himself. It’s everyday whatever. Simon’s is only louder because he’s not used to being allowed time to think about the bad stuff. Everyday before the end of Carry On for Simon was just struggling to get to the next day-- whether that was at Watford or a home. Simon’s happy when he doesn’t have to think; Baz can’t just not think.
Penny’s just learned what doubting herself entails; Baz has been doubting himself for the last decade.
No matter how much they coo at each other, it won’t fix the underlying issue: Baz and Simon don’t like themselves.
This is the main internal conflict of the series for all of the characters: loving yourself for what you are.
This brings us to Agatha.
If you haven’t read my meta on simon being a dragon hell yes then you might want to. I discuss Agatha being a mirror for Simon fairly thoroughly in it.
Remember how I told you to put a pin in the concept of “endgames” earlier? Well, here we are. Agatha was supposed to be the “endgame.”
Endgames! Are! Bullshit!
Human beings are not our consolation prizes for getting through shit. Becoming stronger as people and loving ourselves more is our prize. Realizing how much you can withstand, how hard you can fight, how amazing you are for surviving is your prize for getting through it.
None of these guys realize this yet. Agatha and Simon just think there’s nothing good that’s going to come out of their lives and Baz and Penelope just think that maybe their “prizes” weren’t what they thought they were.
Maybe the rewards for our efforts were really just inside us the whole time. uwu.
Penny is just starting to think of plans again by the end of the book, but this time they’re looser, wilder, even more hairbrained than before and she really only has one plan at best! She’s learning that she can be strong and capable even when she doesn’t have all the facts and doesn’t have all the details thought through. Penny’s learning to loosen up.
Baz is in a better place by the end of Wayward too. He’s learned so much about vampires and even himself. Like sure I fuckin’ hate Lamb but he helped Baz to realize that... maybe he isn’t a monster. Maybe magical creatures aren’t lesser. Maybe he’s not any less human just because he can drink their blood.
They’re the only two that really, really develop in this book. Simon and Agatha change but mostly stay the same mentality-wise. Agatha still thinks she’s doomed to be a damsel in distress and Simon still thinks he’s just The Boy That Was. Baz and Penny are the most dynamic characters in Wayward Son.
I’m putting my money on next book being Agatha and Simon’s big development book. And at this point I’m convinced it’s going to be more than a trilogy.
Now! Let’s talk about Agatha and Penny.
@stressedidiot pointed out to me that Penny and Agatha holding hands and burning shit down in the last scene was supposed to call back to Baz and Simon. They’re absolutely right. I think the most important thing that was calling back to was Simon giving Baz his magic in Carry On.
This parallel confused me at first: why would Rainbow need to remind us of that scene? I know I personally have the Ladybird and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star scenes permanently ingrained in my head forever. Obviously we didn’t forget that Simon could pour his magic.
Here’s the thing.
Baz and Simon don’t stay together during any of the fight scenes in this book. They always get separated or one of them gets hurt or they’re scrambling trying to find or catch the other one.
They’ve forgotten that they work best when they’re together.
That was one of the main takeaways from Carry On. Simon and Baz work best when they’re together.
“A relationship isn’t about the end. It’s about being together every step of the way.”
Every! Step! Of! The! Way!
This is where my dragon Simon theory really comes into play. If Simon does end up with some sort of dragonesque powers, somehow Baz and him are going to share it.
When Baz figures out how to drink from humans without killing them, Simon’s going to be right there, ready to open up a vein.
This is the true beauty of their relationship. Simon wants to be the one to lead the dance of kisses and intimacy and communication, and Baz wants to be there to give him anything he wants. Baz has received Simon’s magic; he’s gonna drink Simon’s blood; and he’s somehow going to receive something from Simon regarding this dragon business.
“I’d give him all that I am.
I’d give him all that I was.
I’d open up a vein.”
They give and take and equal measures. They love each other wholly. I’m gesturing to my computer screen out of stress right now. They literally love each other that much!
Agatha and Penny sharing a magic conduit at the end of Wayward Son is a reminder of what happened between Simon and Baz and also foreshadowing of where they’ll be again.
Imagine how powerful they’ll be once they remember how to work together.
They were practically unstoppable before when they worked together-- they turned back a dragon.
But now their love for each other is stronger than ever. It’ll only grow once they finally talk. Once they communicate.
Two people, so strong separately coming together with only love and understanding for each other.
With their hearts beating together, they could do more than turn back a dragon.
They could change the world.
check my meta about simon’s wings being The Gay
And also my one about the scarf
Thank you for reading this word vomit. Just wanted to tag a few people that might be interested in seeing this shitstorm of a meta:
@goodie-giving-gecko-gets-gatos @singerofsimplesongs @wisest-girl @watfordwallflower @slaying-fictional-dragons @carrybits
#simon snow#baz pitch#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#basilton pitch#penelope bunce#carry on#wayward son#wayward son spoilers#meta#agatha wellbelove#shepherd wayward son#i can't remember shepherd's last name#did they tell us?#rainbow rowell#snowbaz#dragon simon#Simon and Baz#baz and simon
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Hi baby! It’s MEEEEE
I wanted to ask about your writing process. How do you come up with ideas? As someone who can’t imagine, it can be SOOO hard to come up with ideas for plot lines.
I’d love to hear how you do it!
-Babs
My sunshine my moonlight my DARLING BABS!! 🌟 Okay, first off, what an interesting question?! And second, I hope you know that despite your aphantasia (which is absolutely wild, I might add) you are one of the most imaginative, creative people and talented writers I know. *bangs pots and pans* YOU ARE, DAMNIT!!
I don’t necessarily pride myself on being a plot-driven author; there are many other writers out there who craft incredible, nuanced plots and I am in AWE of them while I’m just... sort of here writing smutty smut. Which is fine! No value judgements there. So I may not be the best person to ask hehe. That disclaimer aside, this is what I think about when I’m coming up with fic premises/plots:
I think about the character I’ve created: what are their core desires/motivations? How could I fuck with those to either throw them off kilter/upset them/turn them on? Like, if a character is very “my-way-or-the-highway,” how could I force them to have to work with someone else? Or if a character is very submissive, how could I create an assertive RC that makes them dizzy with desire?
I think about my own fantasies. How do I want to be fucked? Is there a dynamic that turns me on (ie. something like a roleplay or a type of relationship like student/teacher etc.)? How might that fit into a story?
I think about a point of conflict. What’s a problem or issue that could keep two characters apart? What’s a problem or issue that could only be resolved by two characters coming together?
I know these are just three simple things, but they always help me immensely when I’m trying to find my way to or through a story. 💜 LOVE YOU, FRIEND.
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*banging pots and pans* RIZZY FOR THE OTP MEME
They are so new, I think we’re all gonna learn stuff today.
What was their first impression of each other?
Izzy thought Rory was pretty goofy, hard to take serious, but maybe there was a sweet side under all that enthusiasm. Rory thought she looked cute and kind of liked that she just eye-rolled all his silly schemes.
What is their ship name?
Rory x Izzy = Rizzy!!!
Describe their relationship dynamic.
They have some of that “the brains and the goofball” trope (I’m blanking on the best way to word it, but y’know). Rory’s kind of like her personal pep squad and Izzy is always there to laugh off his antics with Sam and the others.
What was their relationship like before they got together?
They were pretty friendly, but just club mates for a bit. Virginia got attached to Rory super easily, so that helped them get closer.
How would they describe each other?
Izzy would point out that while, yeah, he can be kinda naive sometimes, he has a huge heart when it matters and he makes people feel like they really have a friend in their corner. Rory would say that she’s super cute and almost elegant, but could talk her way into winning a person’s whole wallet if she really wanted, and that’s quite a skill to have.
What do they love about each other?
Rory loves her clever attitude and her passion for her hobbies. Izzy loves his enthusiasm and adventurous attitude, also, how he goes along with her comfort zone.
What do they have in common?
They share some similar music interests and they both get nervous about fitting in at new places.
What are some differences between them?
Rory is far more gullible and Izzy is far more scrutinizing. Also, a fun fact, Izzy really loves sushi but Rory isn’t really a fan.
What made them realize they were in love?
For Rory, it is as Artie is trying to bait him into competing for Sugar’s attention, to which he is like “No??? I already have a girlfriend? And I love her a lo- oh mY GOD.” For Izzy, she had an inkling from around sectionals of that year, but she knew for certain when he asked her to prom, which wasn’t even either of their proms.
What are their love languages?
Rory likes to shower her in little gifts and surprises. Izzy typically expresses with acts of service.
Do they get married? Who proposes and how?
Yeah, I can see that in their cards. Izzy is probably the one to actually propose, towards the end of or after college is done in NYC. She’d pick somewhere with a tourist cliche he’d love like Central Park or the Statue of Liberty.
What would happen if they never met?
This means Izzy hadn’t joined Glee Club, so she would’ve kept working as a library aide and I guess during his time at McKinley they would just keep missing each other. Who knows if she’d still commit to NYU bc without Glee she wouldn’t have Virginia’s and the rest of her friends’ influences (at least not nearly as much).
Who dies first? How does the other one react?
.....skip lol
Are there any love rivals?
I guess Brittany because Rory liked her when he’s introduced, but like I erased the Sugar plot so, not really?
Describe your favorite moment of that ship!
We came up with an extra episode plan for fun that is this friend group having a bunch of Christmas-cliche-themed dreams and Izzy’s is meeting the Flanagans for the holidays. Even though it’s not real, there’s this soft moment where she watches him joke around with his brother and begins to come to terms with the fact that maybe growing apart for awhile (and letting Rory be close to his family again) will help them grow up better and eventually grow closer together, followed by her singing Please Come Home For Christmas.
What do other characters think about this relationship?
Literally, I don’t think anyone really cares, they’re so background lol. I’m sure Vi is invested because these are two of her best friends, but it’s also not like their relationship ever gets in anyone’s way.
Describe or write a really fluffy scene!
Leading up to the S3 prom, Rory spontaneously serenades her on a walk home one day to ask her to the dance. She laughs and rolls her eyes but is smiling the whole time and when it’s done says “It’s not even our prom and we’re working at it.” Rory gives her a look and a dramatic arm wave basically equaling “so what?” She plucks wildflower of the ground nearby and tucks it into his shirt pocket to mimic a boutonniere, before accepting.
Describe or write a really angsty scene!
They have to have a serious talk about their relationship leading up to Izzy’s graduation (in this timeline Rory gets to stay an extra year), because she’s already moving to New York and he decides it’s best to just finish high school back home, so what was already going to be long distance just became a whole ocean farther. It’s when Izzy really starts to show her anxieties about moving and change in general, because a core part of her support network won’t be there physically anymore.
Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.
Izzy loves peanut butter cups, so she gets a little offended he hid never trying them from her (maybe for good reason because then they had to sit down and taste test every version of Reese’s).
What does a typical date look like for them?
They’ll go to the coffee shop, like just about anybody in that town. They’ll also just walk each other home a lot and Rory likes to come to jam with her on her piano at home.
What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?
Ask your own question! [what’s a song that reminds you of them?]
The first instinct was Jolly Holiday from Mary Poppins, the perfect balance of chaotic, refined, and doting.
OTP Ask Game
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Big Brother AU
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a young couple, Tom and Sabine Dupen-Cheng, look for somebody to work in their bakery
They needed the extra help because they were expecting their first child
They didn't require any experience
They would be more than happy to train the new employee
This ad caught the eye of young Jared Stone
A young American looking to start is music career in Paris
But was having a bit of a problem getting started
At this point he was desperate for any job he could get
So he walked into the bakery with his baby alligator Fang with all the cofindince he could muster and begged for the job
Let's just say Tom and Sabine instantly adopted the poor boy who was down on his luck
It was decided that they would train him in all things backing and because they believed in his dream they let him play his music on Friday nights
And Fang would become the new Mascot of the bakery.
He was still a little guy at this point
Their relation ship grew closer as the months past and Sabine's stomach grew in size
Tom became the supportive father that Jared never had and Sabine became his doting mother even though they were only 8 years older than him
Jared actually became a pretty good baker
Tom would often joke that if music doesn't work out for him he'll always have a job as a Baker.
Jared actually created a whole new cake design that look like Fang
It became a best seller
Especially with young boys
Jared was there when the baby started to kick for the first time
His eyes grew in size as he felt the little life move around inside
He was also there when Sabine's water broke
Both men freaked the fuck out
Jared: WHAT DO WE DO!????!!!
Tom: STAY CALM WE NEED TO GET THE BAG..... WHERE'S THE BAG?!?!?!?!
Sabine is all calm just walks out and gets in the car
Sabine: *honk* *honk* Are you guys coming or not?
Both men looked at each other before rushing into the car
Jared made sure to grab Fang on his way out
Jared wasn't allowed in the delivery room (partially because of the baby crocadile) so he had to wait outside pacing in the waiting room
Poor Sabine was in labor for hours
But it was all worth it once her beautiful daughter Marinette was brought into the world
Tom came out with the biggest smile on his face
Tom: Would you like to meet you little sister
Jared eyes started to tear up
That was the first time Tom acknowledged their father son relationship put loud
Jared: Of course
When Jared walked into the room Sabine was holding little Marinette in her arms
Tom gently took Fang out of Jared's hands
Sabine: Do you want to hold her?
Jared could only nod his head as he walk over the Sabine
She gently placed the new born baby in the young man's arms
Jared looked down at the big pair of blue bell eyes that stared back at him.
Tom: Her name's Marinette
Jared held out a finger to the baby in his arms
Jared: Hello Marinette
Marinette giggled and grabbed onto his finger and he was gone
He was wrapped around her finger
As Marinette grew so did her relationship with Jared
His name was her first word
Well almost
Sabine: Tom! Jared! Come here! I think Marinette's about to say her first word!
The two men rushed over to Sabine and Marinette
Sabine: Come on baby you can do it.
Marinette: J- J-Ja-Ja
Tom: is her first word going to be Jared?
Jared: Ha I knew it would be! Come on Marinette say it, say Jared.
Marinette: Jagged!!!
Marinette said reaching her hands out to him
Tom/Sabine/Jared: WHAT?!?!
Marinette: Jagged! Jagged! Jagged!
Marinette continue to say while reaching out for Jared
Tom: *laughing* Well you were kinda right Jared.
They all had a good laugh about it in the end, and Jared actually thought the name Jagged would be a great rock'n'roll name
It became his nickname and everybody started to call him Jagged full time
Marinette became really close to Fang
The 2 were basically growing up together so of course they were close
As Marinette grew older Jagged gave her the nickname Little Mouse (a/n: who know where I got this from)
Jagged was discovered when Marinette was 5
One Friday night a young manger named Penny came into the bakery hearing great things about their Friday night act
As soon as she heard his first song she new Jagged Stone would be the next big thing in music
She wanted no time getting him signed up with her company
She was right he became an over night sensation
Tom and Sabine could not be broader of their boy
They always new he would make it
Marinette was also happy for her big brother
His dreams are coming true
But she missed seeing him everyday
Jagged also missed seeing his little mouse and his suragat parents
To try and curve it Jagged made sure to call them every night
They actually went to his first big concert
Marinette had to wear sound canceling headphones to protect her young ears
Jagged wrote a song dedicated to the Dupen-Chengs
It became his number one song and it continue to stay in that position years into his career
Through everything, all the tours, press conferences, and drama Jagged's family stayed with him through it all
You'd think the physical distance but between Jagged and the rest of his family would eventually tear them apart but it actually pulled them closer together
And because she was Jagged's manager Penny was also brought into the family
And she loved it
She love their dynamic
Sabine taught her how to bake a couple of their signature recipes
Marinette took to her almost immediately
Marinette: Oh you helped Jagged achieve his dream. You're part of the family now
Speaking of Marinette Jagged did his best to keep her out of the press
It wasn't that he wasn't proud to have her as a little sister he just wanted to protect her from the wolves that was the paparazzi
Because of Jagged's influence Marinette's style leaned more towards rock'n'roll
She still got into designing clothes and stuff but they had a bit more rock'n'roll in them
Not many people knew about Jagged's relationship with the small Parisian/Chinese family
He liked to keep his private life separate
He would usually stay with them when he was in Paris but as he got bigger that had to stop to protect them
So he started to stay at the hotel (a/n: I can't remember the name)
Okay here's the biggest change in this au
Marinette is not Ladybug
Adrien is
And Jagged is actually Chat Noir
Master Fu saw Jagged playing with Marinette one day in the park
And he thought back to the boy who he gave to ladybug miraculous to
That poor boy needed somebody like Jagged in his life
Jagged takes to being a super hero almost immediately
And he took Lady Beetle under his wing even faster.
Adrien and Jagged had more of s Father-Son relationship than a sibling one
Adrien was so happy because his father won't even give him the time of day
Something him and Jagged had in common
Jagged told Penny about his super hero Identity almost immediately
He had to
She plans everything so of course she needs to know about this
Jagged relationship with Plag is so awesome
They both are just natural disasters but some how they balance each other out
Penny is the voice of reason for both of them
Plag: Let's go bungee jump off the Eiffle Tower
Jagged: Yeah!!! Let's go!
Penny: NO!!!
Marinette and Adrien being best friends!!!
Like ligit best friends
They bond over their love of Jagged stone and their knowledge of Fashion
Picture Marinette and Adrien looking over a magazine and gossiping about the designer and models and discussing how the designs could have been better
On Career Day Marinette pretends to be really down about being a gofer because she knew that if Chloe thought that Marinette would even have a smidgen of fun she would make her dad give her something worst
As soon as the mayor leaves Marinette drops her act
Marinette: Hey Jagged what's up?
She then proceeds to plop down against Fang giving him a chin scratch
They spend the whole day talking while Marinette worked on the Eiffle Tower sunglasses he asked her to design last week
In Pixalator Jagged gets really mad at the fan because he took pictures of him and Marinette and was planning to put it all over the internet
Nobody can do that to his little sister
LUKANETTE
Yes Lukanette
They definitely bond over their love of music
Their relationship proceeds similarly as in the show without the Adrien drama
Because their just best friends in this one
Marinette spends a lot more time with Luka
They sometimes just spend hours at the time listening to music together
They're so comfortable together
They start to date after Silincer
Who could turn down a boy after he says this to you
Yeah nothing's going to top that
Jagged takes Kitty Section under his wing after this also
His excuse for knowing about them is that he heard Bob Ross' confession over the tv
After a month of dating Marinette told Luka about her relationship with Jagged Stone
It didn't change anything
Luka loved Marinette for Marinette not for her connections
Luka actually calls Marinette His Melody
She calls him Her Statue
Jagged gave Marinette the mouse miraculous
All because of his nickname for her
How could he pass up the chance to make his little mouse an actual little mouse
Omg when it's all over Jagged gathers all the miraculous holders to Adrien's house in the middle of the night and had Adrien let them in.
They stood outside of Gabriel's room banging pots and pans together yelling
WE DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP CAUSE OF YOU!!! YOU WON'T GET ANY SLEEP CAUSE OF US!!!!
#miraculous ladybug headcannon#miraculous ladybug#jagged stone#uncle jagged#big brother jagged#marinette cheng#marinettecheng#marinette dupen chang#best friend adrien#lukanette#i really want this to be a fafiction but i also know i can't write ot because it would never get finished#luka#ml headcanon#chat noir!jagged stone#lady beetle#kwami swap#luka x marinette#lukanette headcanon
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s3 second citadel headcanons
because i am a Foolish Fool for not getting hyped enough about my fave medival gays
you know whats better than one polyam trio? two polyam trios! you know whats better than caroline having a gf? caroline having two gfs! (what i am saying is: give me queen mira x sir caroline already)
sir angelo and tal bonding over being ace and becoming good bros. its the perfect extrovert-introvert dynamic? hello??
sir angelo using his secret power of Being Able To Befriend Anyone to defeat a monster
the above happened when he was out in the forests with tal who was studying their geography extensively and needed someone who could protect him and also happened to be an expert in stones (marc was busy because he had just opened up shop as local engineer and was, frankly, not interested)
lord arum, sir damien and rilla having intellectual conversations about spirituality and science and faith and music as they eat dinner to the sound of the keep singing and the swamp dancing with life
caroline bantering with her gfs. thats it thats all i need in life
also every woman in town turning gay bc of the hot new knight in town. sir caroline doesnt consider all their gifts.....actively harmful.., so she maintains "strategic silence"
more sir caroline & rilla being pals and complaining about the men in their life while also loving these clowns more than they'd thought they would. bonus if quanyi and rilla get along too
quanyi causes trouble and sweet talks her way out of it. multiple times
*banging pots and pans* SIR CAROLINE'S BACKSTORY! SIR CAROLINE'S BACKSTORY!
maybe something from her past comes back to blackmail her and she relearns the importance of asking for help and the whole team comes together to share precious braincells and save their favourite stubborn knight from her own denial
*chanting* quest quest quest quest quest
sir damien decides to take a break from knighthood and write a book. rilla decides to compile her findings into a systematic research paper. both scream about the mortal perils of writing. in the background, lord arum asks the keep to throw him into the sun
honestly....i want more of sir caroline's dog too tbh pls just. her taking her dog with her on night patrols and talking to her beloved trustworthy pet (and maybe sometimes accompanied by a certain queen who needs some fresh air) thank u
make marc bisexual cowards
#wow we stan found family with well fleshed out characters who all compliment and teach and learn from each other#the penumbra podcast#tpp#tpp3#second citadel
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ooc . bangs pots and pans together GOOD EPISODE . im gonna say right off the bat i really really love the weird family dynamic of this show ! im gonna preface this with saying i really really love dysfunctional characters .
i love that there isn’t really one healthy parent LOL which sounds weird ? but on tv shows the dynamic is oh the mother is usually the rock the one to go to the one you can trust or shit even the father but malcolm has neither so i think that’s super interesting and i love !!! that malcolm has flaws !!!!! he’s not just some cookie cutter perfect rich kid he has so many issues .
my take on it is as i’ve said before jessica wasn’t involved in the murders per say but i think she definitely turned a blind eye to what he did . ( which is still hyper wrong and you’re absolutely culpable ) but she was in this wonderful bubble with the perfect family great reputation friends everything she’s probably been trained to want growing up a rich girl . she loves malcolm in her own way , just as martin does and she’s doing what she thinks is right by protecting him . some of it is valid like .. keep him away from martin . that’s a good one LOL . but then she’s trying to control every aspect of his life . that’s a bad one . jessica absolutely has her issues which were compounded by martin ..doing what martin did .
martin is so so manipulative , even with jessica . saying how great a job she did , praising her to get her guard down . he knows exactly what to say to get under your skin or into your head and that’s scary . jessica is wrong with a lot of things but man martin is the real fkn monster here . it’s what sociopaths do they just suck you into their demented little world . he’s so weirdly passive during that whole scene with her . smiling . he’s just in another world mentally , on another plane of existence because he truly thinks that’s his family and nothing will change that my goodness . the ego .
martin never once lashed out at his family physically ( that we know of but i don’t think he did ) but jessica still recoiled at just him trying to lightly touch her cheek . she’s horrified of what he really is . she should be ! she obviously should have ratted martin out the second she knew about his uh after school activities . but she didn’t . and she’s terribly wrong for that but it doesn’t take away her own trauma . i truly believe she loved martin . and that she loves her kiddos . it’s just not a completely normal / healthy love . she hurt young malcolm gripping his arm yelling at him because she was TERRIFIED he would find out . that fear just turned into anger , an immediate instinctual response .
also i’ll die on the hill that martin also has his adorable father side where he is so pleased to see his children on tv and he really is proud of them both ! i think he ‘ loves ‘ his children but his bond is with malcolm . so his focus is on malcolm . but he would be just as thrilled to see his daughter .
martin is absolutely fascinated by fear and pain and inflicting it upon others , when he said elaine inspired him . martin just really .. tortured the shit out these people . AND HE HAD THE NERVE TO TELL HIS WIFE well i had to get it all out , a man has needs . bro you shut your mouth you’re just literally a monster lmao . men have tendencies YIKES . YOU’RE JUST A JERK MARTIN .
one of the cutest parts of the ep is after danger magnet nearly gets shot to death he just looks over at jt and starts listing names again lmao !! that had me chuckling . loved it .
this got long but anyway i love this show . i love the characters . actually i wasn’t super into jt at first i thought his acting was super stiff but he’s growing on me . im liking him more and more .
#ep three spoilers under the cuuuuuuuttttttt !!!#prodigal son#this is long#no one has to read this lmao
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Works in Progress
In the midst of my existential crisis over Night Channels, I’ve been writing other stuff. All Yoonmin. I thought I might put together some samples, some intro paragraphs and summaries.
Gin and Sin
Modern ABO AU - Jimin and Yoongi are Omega and Alpha rights activists, respectively, lobbying on opposite political ends. Things fall apart when they meet in person.
I’m about 10k words in and this one is already very very NSFW. There’s cheating... neither Yoongi nor Jimin have much self-control in the face of their compatibility, despite their political agendas, and it’s a bit of a moral dilemma. Questionable morals and long in-depth talks about ABO dynamics. I guess that’s my MO.
Sleep Well Beast
Pack ABO AU - Outlines Yoongi and Jimin’s journey from pups in their pack to being a mated pair. Everything is perfect and idyllic until the day Yoongi doesn’t come back from a hunt. Six years after he never comes back, a gnarled black wolf starts showing up on the edges of Jimin’s new life.
Very angsty. Like. The saddest thing I’ve ever written? I wrote the bulk of the 6k words (so far) listening to Call Out My Name on repeat for hours and hours. I literally have 200 plays of that song. This is how it starts:
The day Jimin met Yoongi he was a newborn pup, eyes still gummed shut, grouped together in a large nest with the other pups born that Spring. Yoongi’s mom was in charge of looking over the young that season, and Yoongi—a very curious two-(and-a-half!)-year-old—often accompanied her. Turning from human to wolf was not well controlled among newborns, and their inconsistent transformations only added to the confusion of adjusting to life outside the womb. Yoongi would lay among the pups, let them grip his fur with their small fists, and would lick their faces clean until they stopped crying.
Episodic and visceral.
Dark Matter
College AU - Jimin moves into a new house the summer before his junior year in college. He loves his new roommates, all unique and genius in their various graduate and undergraduate fields. He doesn’t see Yoongi much though, summer schedules diametrically opposed, so he’s forced to build a picture of the man through brief weekend encounters and the information he gathers from his other roommates. He wants to pull Yoongi into the circle, the perfect group of 7, but from what he’s heard about his hyung, his approach might need to be a bit unconventional.
This one is kind of different... Jimin hears that Yoongi is unaffected, that he uses people for his goals (music inspiration, etc.) and wants to prove that he can do the same to Yoongi, turn it around on him. 12k words so far. The narration is a bit more... cool? Casual? Jimin is a bit egotistical. (Yoongi lives in the attic!!!) Here’s a snippet:
They leave the small living room and Namjoon leads him down a small hall and into the kitchen. It’s decidedly... stocked for a bachelor pad kitchen. The countertops are granite, laden with every kitchen appliance or food gadget that Jimin can put a name to, a ton that he can’t. Cereal, chips, snacks, fruit. Shiny pots and pans dangle from a rack above the island. They have three coffee makers, two microwaves, and a huge fridge covered with all manner of crayon-scrawled drawings of dicks. Dicks with hats, dicks dressed as devils, dicks with butterfly wings.
“Creative,” Jimin insists, leaning in to examine a dick in the style of The Mona Lisa.
Namjoon smiles. “Those are the weekly masterpieces of our lovely Taehyung. Photo and Studio Arts double major.”
Jimin nods sagely. “He sounds brilliant.”
Lit Me Up (Title will prob change)
Sci-Fi AU, might be set in the early OW universe if you squint really really hard - Jimin is the last member to join a new squad of 7 slapped together hastily under the insistence of Namjoon, who’s fighting desperately to find a useful place for Yoongi within the budding South Korean Soldier Enhancement Program. As the other 6 try to sort Yoongi’s mess, Jimin develops his own powers amid needles and fever dreams and weeks of drug-induced sleep. Jimin might just be the piece of the puzzle that Namjoon needs to fix Yoongi and make them a viable team.
I’m really excited but really unsure about this one. The first 3k words have no names, each member has a number (in the order they joined Bangtan IRL), and it’s confusing, but that’s ok because Jimin is confused too! Like. This could be cool. Really cool. Inspired by 137 and Lit Me Up by Brand New. Echoes of greek mythos kinda, in the roles/abilities they have. This is how it starts ATM:
1 was brave and calculating
2 was sturdy and magnanimous
3 was bright and optimistic
4 was versatile and strong
5 was unblemished and unyielding
6 was insouciant and charismatic
7 was:
Vomiting everywhere, stomach a black hole opened out of spite to regurgitate every atom of celestial matter ever sucked down its dark maw. He focused on the thick folder of papers slid halfway across his inset bunk bed, trying to remember the single page of orientation papers he’d managed to read before he’d grabbed the nearest trash can and promptly started upchucking into it, his regulation fiber-rich diet looking much more substantial on the way up than it had on the way down. They had pricked him with needles and given him a dorm number and a handy packeted guide to his life for the next who-knew-how-many-years and sent him on his hapless way. He’d found the dorm and a seat and had promptly started vomiting.
The narration is definitely more colorful in this one. Lots of metaphor. This is how he meets Yoongs:
He sobbed pathetically in the aftermath of the second wave, convinced that he was on the verge of exploding, imploding, dying—hands gripping anything within reach. He had a few seconds of respite to cry but soon felt the pricks of a third wave starting. He tensed his muscles in preparation, but suddenly felt his upper body being lifted up. He was shoved into a seated position momentarily, only to be dropped back down onto something... something squishy and warm and kind of bony. He couldn’t open his eyes, didn’t want to witness whatever was digesting him alive, apprehensive as the sensation began to build again. To his shock, two large hands cupped his jaw, squeezing firmly—but not too hard—and this time when the sensation peaked it only felt like his body was covered in bad sunburn. His skin smarted against bed and tense fingers, but soon the pain slowly ebbed and was gone. The hands that had been clenching the sides of his head slid down to open his jaw.
A pill, a choke, a shudder, and he was sleeping again.
7 drifted in and out of shallow consciousness, eyes blinking open blurrily. He had vivid dreams, visions of battling elements and liquid landscapes that shifted in torrential open waves and smeared entire ecosystems out of existence. Forests set ablaze, life and love choked out and broken down to basic elements buffeted by opaque smoke and blankets of ash.
He opened his eyes to see someone sitting behind him, his head on their lap, but all he could make out was a tensely clenched jaw, eyes covered with dark, wavy bangs. He felt fingers around his throat and idly wondered if they were the reason why he felt like he was suffocating. No. They were cool on his skin, slippery almost. He closed his eyes and dreamed.
Bones of the earth washed up on shores, stones of every color and makeup piled to form beaches of rock and glass, planets buffeting into planets and shattering to form larger, dustier planets. The universe’s initial eruption, humanity formed in its penultimate act just to witness its final destruction. Everything happening at once.
So that’s what I’ve been working on.
I’m also 8k into Night Channels chapter 5. It’s in Jimin’s POV. It’s a good time. I’m scared. I really hope I finish it soon. Cheers~
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Listen, it takes just one person to change someone's mind, and when I made this blog I was a little resistant to child oc's because you know they can either be really great or like kind of hard to make fit into your canons storyline. But then I got recommended you and Margot and I love her so much and do my characters ( all of them ). People don't realize that trauma doesn't' manifest the same for everyone. There's a lot of ways for it to show in people. But they don't want to do research before sending mean anons about it. But Margot is valid no matter if she's sunshine and rainbows or wants to break down and her dad is gonna be there to pick her up always. My sensory pal, sensory soulmate, I hope we one day find a place without flip flops on carpet, pots and pans that bang, and that we can just vibe together. Because you might be one of the newer people I've met. But I'm so happy to have you and your presence in my life <3 ily.
CATCH ME CRYING LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW 😭😭😭😭😭
I am SO glad you came into my writing circle and that you gave me and my smol idiot a chance ❤️ our character dynamics make me so incredibly happy. Catch me full crying that you find Margot valid and actually enjoy writing with her. I love getting to come up with various plots with you and watching our characters grow and change together. Writing with you absolutely makes me a better writer. My sensory soulmate, one day we'll find that paradise where such hateful things don't exist! I am so happy to have you in my life and ily sm ❤️
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Hard Boiled / SS scene rewrite (Joker x Harley)
so this is a rewrite of the Joker’s club scene in SS, that I’ve changed to give a more classic feel and dynamic to the clown duo. requested after posting a headcanon, I figured this setting fitted them both better imo. Enjoy babies ! M rating / oneshot
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A coyote was crushed beneath a giant anvil, dropped from a cliffside and down into the cavern. An insufferable talking rabbit was evading the gunshots of a stuttering hunter. A cute-eyed canary taunted a skinny, desperate, stalking cat… Animated and action packed, the brass band of the Looney Tunes theme song crackled out of old speakers, cracking and popping in its loudness. The tiny television’s signal kept dropping, from cartoon to white noise, cartoon to static, but the Joker wasn’t paying much attention to the constant flitting of picture quality. He was staring endlessly at the colours, the quirky animation, eyes glazed and mindless. He was leant back, legs spread, sinking deeper and deeper into the soft comforts of their scuffed leather sofa. Harley’s tunelessly high humming kept him teetering on the edge of awareness, just irritating him enough that he didn’t drop off into a totally dissociative state. Not quite lost to the childish violence of the cartoon crazy. The warehouse – what was their humble abode – amplified noise and echoed, a cacophony. The TV, Harley’s humming, her hurried use of pots and pans bang-clang-clanging in their crudely made kitchen filled the vacant space, a heightened sound of exaggerated homelife kept the Joker from disappearing into his endless thoughts completely.
Harley was happy like this, without the clown white, her blonde hair wrapped up in a scruffy bun. She loved to play mommys and daddys whenever they shared little moments of downtime together. She’d flip pancakes (he’d find flakes of plaster in his portion since she failed to catch them, always.) She would redecorate and customise the warehouse, fairy lights were wound around every steel beam, splatters of green or red paint would freckle her face. She’d hang his best newspaper clippings in colourful frames and littered with lipstick kisses. He really did love her in those small moments, when she’d smile proudly, a shadow of a woman she desperately wanted to be, how she wanted them to be, and somehow, sometimes they were. Harley worked hard at being the doting wife, the soft lover, the loyal sidekick and companion. It was an elaborate roleplay of another life that Joker couldn’t quite partake in, so he’d placate himself, sit his ass on the couch and stare at the screen like any other husband would do.
The Joker shifted, adjusting his pants and sighing at the shitty signal. “Harley!” He aimed his pistol lazily at the bent wire above the television box. It wasn’t that Harley’s games were boring per say, but there was a real reason why Daddy kept himself busy. Without the meticulous planning, the sleeplessness, the chaos – memories came creeping in the stillness and quiet. But tonight, downtime was necessary. Partly running the Gotham criminal underground meant for meetings behind closed doors (much to his disappointment) and quiet nights that didn’t always draw police attention or panicked crowds (then what really was the point?) Harley made the most of these particular moments, while the Joker played the role she saw fit of him, watched absently when she rolled his cigars or adjusted the television set.
“How’s that puddin’?” she planted a kiss on his cheek and the cartoons were back in all their violent vibrancy, though his gaze followed her as she waltzed back to their kitchen. Harley smiled widely from behind the countertop, catching his eye, looked mild and warm in her flowery apron and a white shirt of his own. Something squeezed viciously at his throat, suddenly unable to swallow and he snapped away from her waving with a wooden spoon in hand, sneered instead of smiling and rummaged for the remote amongst a mess of cushions.
“I hate this channel!” Shouting. A sudden nervous anger stirring in the pit of his stomach. It became too important to change up the channel, an antsy need to get up off the sofa and throw things around in his searching. “Harleeeeeeeey, where’d you put my Tom n’ Jerry tapes?!”
Before she could even answer over the din, the wide shutter doors threw open, bleeding street light into their hideout home. Frost stood, his standard suited unflappable self, accompanied by another figure, their invited guest for the evening, newcomer and self entitled gangster in Gotham City, Monster T. Who nodded, smiled smugly and naively felt welcomed into the warehouse by Joker’s upward glance alone. That tightness was still at his throat. Jaw solid, he watched this acquaintance and his sharply dressed right-hand approach. Monster T was certainly imposing, impressive in both size and swagger, but an idiot for ever accepting an invite to the Joker’s own Hahacienda without considering the cause. Joker smiled, all teeth and tight – stared at T’s outstretched hand and said nothing.
“No touching,” Frost explained curtly.
“Fair enough,” the man shrugged simply, and he sat when Joker gestured him to, only after taking a seat and settling himself first.
Monster T was mighty pleased with himself, he could tell from the slight simper, his relaxed demeanour, he believed himself privileged (important) to be personally escorted by the Joker’s own PA. Sat back, arms spread, he surveyed Joker’s warehouse with an eyebrow raised, a humoured expression across his scarred face. “Nice place ya’ got here,” he commented, glancing across at Harley less subtley than he most likely thought. Joker felt his molars grind, but offered a tiny fleeting smile at T’s feigned compliment nonetheless.
This wasn’t usual procedure for the Joker, to open house to every wannabe thug in Gotham City. The well educated folks, likes of Falcone and Maroni’s men, never attended any one-to-one time with the clown prince of crime. Considered his business a waste of time and money, knew the likely consequences of meeting with the Joker alone… but sometimes new naive blood, the likes of Monster T, arrived in the city with big dreams, to make a dollar or two in the drug trade, would set up shop on the Joker’s turf unknowingly, mistaking themselves for big shot gangsters, barely grown and stepping on toes all over Gotham. He’d need to be quick to learn it didn’t work like that, either the Joker’s empire got a generous cut, or Monster T got cut, his choice.
The politics of this bored Joker completely, but he understood it necessary from Frost’s strategic suggestions and Harley’s constant nagging for cash. A long time back, before the clowns, cards and needless carnage – before the Bat – he knew he’d relished in the backstabbing, double crossing, dangerous game. Some life of long ago. And there were parts of him that clung to the taste of it. That if he let go he’d lose it completely – and it would be lost to the dark, like so many other memories.
T coughed to clear his throat and Joker was rudely roused back to the land of the living. Smoke filled the room and a strong, bitter, burning odor assaulted his senses. Despite himself, he choked too. Harley was fanning a flame with a tea towel, was loudly apologetic and flustered, face flushed from the heat of the stove. Whatever she was cooking, was wrecked and oil bubbled. Harley let out little squeaks as she was splattered. “Oops!”
“Oh, wow,” T laughed, waving the smog from his face. “I don’t know how you do it Joker.”
“Do what?” He didn’t like that condescending tone.
“You gotta get ya’self a girl that can cook,” T continued matter of factly, chuckling. “Nothin’ better than comin’ home to a hot meal and a warm bed.”
Joker laughed too and he laughed loudly – a sharp and barking sound that came suddenly and unexpectedly, breaking the casual conversation and shattering the illusion of their like-mindedness. He rolled his eyes. Typical Harley, right? What a useless, stupid woman, couldn’t even cook a couple of eggs right, and all in front of their welcome visitor! He glared, grinning at T, “you’re tellin’ me!” Joker cracked, slapping his thigh. The chaos in the kitchen went silent. “Hey, why don’t you join us for dinner?” Joker leaned in, elbows on knees. “What d’ya say?” He didn’t wait nor care for a response. “Harley, sweetness, light of my life, get out the good china – we got ourselves a guest!”
“Oh goodie!” Harley squealed, followed by some more bang-clang-clanging of pots, the fire finally extinguished. Room for more failing of Harley’s home economics.
“Look, Joker, man, I didn’t mean –”
He raised his hand, kept his smile. “Ah-ah-ah. Dinner first, business second.”
It was true, Harley had her faults. Hell, she had more faults than the next one – and if he were to write a list, it’d be as long as his arm. She couldn’t cook for shit, sure. She didn’t make much sense, she had a tendency to blow off the handle at every little thing. She was difficult. She was a disaster. But Harley was his woman, riddled with mistakes and imperfections that made her all the more perfect for him. Who was this jumped up prick to be telling him the kinda woman he needed? Who was he to speak up at all? He was just some cunt from Chicago, selling coke on his streets, with the cheek – the ignorance, the sheer fucking audacity – to open his snake mouth and spit shit on his Harley Quinn.
T was no longer slouching, back straight and solid, and no longer as smug or as proud as his entrance. He shifted his dark eyes from Harley (who was sing-songing so happily) to Joker, whose head was tilted, watching in silence. “Serious – no need, I already ate,” T tried, squirming and swallowing, his adam’s apple bobbing.
“Don’t be so silly,” Joker waggled one signet ring finger. “A man’s never full, is he?” He narrowed his gaze, grinning. “Don’t insult me now.”
T gushed, guffawed, “I ain’t ever –”
“Hope yer hungry boys!” Harley crooned, in that dulcet high and trying tone of hers. “Mama’s made her best yet!” She pulled, with an excruciatingly painful scraping on concrete, the coffee table up to their feet, set down three bowls, three sets of rusty spoons. “You too, Frosty? This’ll warm ya' right up!” She giggled at her own terrible pun and Joker felt his eyes rolling upwards.
“Hurry it along Harls–” Joker was persistent. “We’re starving.”
“Yessirree!” She saluted, her hand inside a massive oven mitt. “Comin’ right up!” and tottered back to the oven where her burnt broth was bubbling.
Monster T was sweating, his t-shirt was soaked at the neck and it wasn’t the heat from the kitchen that had him shifting uncomfortably. He blinked at the bowls, and the table before him. Fingers were twitching, he looked to the shutters. “Have I done somethin’ to–”
“Let’s eat!” Joker had grabbed for his spoon, sat anticipating a feast with his feet tapping the floor.
Harley returned, stumbling with the sheer weight of the cooking pot, a mitten and a thick towel wrapped up to her elbows. She was smiling proudly, though the pot smelt rancid. Even the infallible Frost flinched as the scent reached him. Joker gave an exaggerated “can’t wait,” meeting with Monster T across the table. He was clearly panicked by the pot and it’s bubbling. The stench of hot oil. The simple man seemed like he was finally getting the message.
“Look, Joker, I don’t want no beef…”
“No beef?” Joker repeated, scoffing. “No beef?” And Harley hung at Joker’s side, joining in on the forced laughter. “You hear that sweet cheeks, he doesn’t want any beef!”
“Just as well then puddin’ that I made minestrone!” Harley cackled. And with all of her might, thrust the pot over, pouring all of it’s scalding contents onto T’s head. He reacted too late, taking a face full of the molten liquid. Clothes stuck to his flesh and tore in one fluid, flailing movement. He screamed only once before the screeches turned to gurgles. Skin sloughed from the bone, soft tender threads of blood and tissue, sinew that fizzed and bubbled and bloated. He was blinded, bawling and mouth gaping silently for mercy. And then he was gone, twitching as he tumbled onto the table. Nerve endings buzzing as he bled out and boiled over.
“How’s that tastin’ huh?” Harley asked, clearly just as (if not more so) offended by Monster T’s comments.
Joker was still laughing, snarling, prodding at the trembling mess as a crackling scent of pork hit the back of his throat. He howled with sadist delight and disgust. “Just like mother used to make!” And pulled Harley in for a smack on the cheek. That’s my girl. Who says she’s a bad cook? Joker clicked his fingers. “Frost, clear this shit off my table. Harley’s gonna make us some eggs.”
“Sunny side up, baby?”
“Sunny side up poo.”
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If you liked it, feel free to hit up my inbox and suggest another scene from SS you’d like rewritten ! ( jarley content only ) much love, madluv 😘
#joker x harley#suicide squad#jarley#joker#the joker#harley quinn#my writing#cant format from my phone sorry
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