Your Hal is amazing. I would give anything to marry him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It won't be a stylish marriage, he can't afford a carriage :[ but you'd look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two :D
Real answer: I don't think any of the bots would fully understand human marriage/the concept of dedicating yourself to one person, beyond what they've seen in movies, books, etc. But if you formed a very close bond with Hal, he would be open to letting you teach him <3
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but unlike AO3's tagging system i do kind of consider TVA!Loki and Movies!Loki to be separate characters, similar to how Alligator!Loki and Sylvie are, to the point where i at first actually assumed everyone in the fandom (both the series-specific one and the mcu) would think the same on this topic especially since that series was about alternate universes and their associated different versions of characters.
so in my innocent imagined world there were - for instance - no long posts about how the main Loki in the series was "OOC" because well it's a different guy of course he's not the exactly same as that other guy. though there would i am sure be equally long posts comparing and contrasting and declaring one superior to the other, and doubtless people would argue about whether an alternate version was what the existing fanbase had wanted from the series and whether it was a good idea generally. so in my little bizarro-world the discourse is a bit different (as befits an alternate universe).
so like i still think of them as separate characters, but i am at least aware now that this is apparently an odd view of the situation somehow.
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ok one thing I hate about Rosamund's scene of sacrificing true love is like
she already gave up on that!!! in like... episode 2!!!! we've already seen her come to the conclusion that akshully free will and choice are always better than fate and destiny ha get rekt
you know what I woulda really loved to see?
a young woman (still a girl, really) who spent her childhood spoiled and beloved and lonely. no peers to speak of. parents who love her like the thorns do: paranoid and possessive and hellbent on protecting her at any cost. servants at her beck and call. but no friends. no one who loves her for her own self rather than what she represents.
and this little girl grows up knowing that one day, something terrible is going to happen to her. but she won't even know it's happening! and when it's over, she'll never be lonely again. because her True Love is going to save her.
and True Love means having somebody Forever. someone who loves you just as you are. someone who was born to love you like you were born to love them. someone who is never gonna leave you. someone that it will be easy with. she never even has to know that relationships are hard work. for her it can be easy. and that's her reward for good behaviour! is that she'll never be lonely again!
anyway I think that would've made the choice of giving that up WAY more compelling. and significantly more heartbreaking when Rosamund looks into the eyes of the person she's waited her whole life to love knowing that she's already made up her mind to sacrifice that love to the Baba Yaga. THAT'S good shit.
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Hellooo I'm back with more writing :3 I got distracted so I didn't finish the whole thing I wanted to but have this first bit because it's not awful? (90% sure I'm gonna edit this and add it to Crushed Petals sometime enjoy)
It was 3 AM. Again.
Macaque rolled over as he clutched the thin fabric of the bedsheet under his claws. It felt weird, not quite something he could describe. Like if ice was a fabric.
No, bad example. Not ice. Just…
Macaque rolled over in the other direction. The blanket felt suffocatingly hot and itchy, despite the fact it had seemed perfectly soft at the beginning of the night. He kicked it off and the cold of the room flooded him again, memories reawakening a chill far deeper in his bones than the simple cool of night could reach.
Macaque huffed and pulled the blanket back up over him. Somehow the slight chill was worse.
“Everything I did was for us!”
“You did it for yourself!”
Macaque flipped onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow. The softness did not distract from the faint ache that came with smushing his nose, or the growing feeling he could only describe as liquid fire stirring in his chest.
“You’ve become like this obsessive – demon!”
“Shut up!” Macaque snapped as he pressed his hands over his ears. The clear chill of the room’s air only served to remind him he was alone right now. The burning in his chest told him that was someone’s fault. He’d always assumed it was Wukong’s. Now he couldn’t sort out if the fire ignited was at the Great Sage or himself.
“You put yourself here, not me.”
Macaque shoved himself up, brushing a hand through his hair. He knew nights like this very well. He hated nights like this. When all he wanted to do was sleep and all his brain wanted to do was remind him of every single slight against him, every single word he wanted to take back, why everything was his fault or someone else’s.
Nights like these usually made him act stupid.
Macaque threw the blanket off and abruptly swung his legs off the bed with a soft sigh.
“Tell me, what madness overcame you that you would forsake your oath?” Macaque growled softly as his tail lashed across the bed with quiet thumps. “When did you decide to betray me?”
“Shut up.” He growled again as hot anger burned in his chest. His mind just couldn’t shut up, could it? It had to keep going, keep reminding him, keep telling him he was always the follower that got hurt, and he didn’t even know if it was his fault or not anymore.
Macaque shoved himself off the bed, the floor freezing cold to the touch. “Would it kill him to turn the heater on?” Macaque growled as he grabbed the comforting softness of the scarf off the nightstand and walked toward the door. He rotated the doorknob slowly, the metal cold, careful not to make too loud of a sound. He stepped out and closed the door, then headed with soft, light steps, down the stairs to the kitchen.
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