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For the Viceroy AU, how does Tom figure out Gabriel was the one responsible?
#dad villain au#my art#charity ball arc#tom dupain cheng#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#kagami tsurugi#felix fathom#gabriel agreste#viceroy#all he had to do was gather the rich elite of paris and set a trap honestly#once he figured out Hawkmoth was rich it was a matter of luring the fuckhead out into a vulnerable position#and Gabriel with zero power; just a human man; would of course react violently to the images of his nemesis#he's got no leash left on anyone so he had to lash out lmao
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Bruce Wayne Music Taste Headcanons
(really quick so i deleted this playlist while cleaning out my yt unfortunately grrrr but yeah i meed to start fcking posting the stuff in my notes app that i've been keeping there for years)
Disclaimer & Huge Spoilers for The Batman (2022): This playlist is made mostly with pre-flood Batman in mind. I think that Bruce post-flood and post-Vengeance-arc has a broader and brighter music taste than the one I've curated for him. I may make a completely different playlist for post-flood Bruce because I believe that his music taste changes drastically when he enters his Hope arc.---------------------When he's in his cave, the music he listens to does not exist to calm him down. He purposefully listens to depressing, negative music with vulgar lyrics because he wants to stay in his misery, in his thick swamp of grief that is the Batcave. Bruce definitely has taste that leans towards the dark and the heavy (grunge, numetal, heavy metal, hard rock) but I think every once in a while he finds a song that he likes that doesn't fit his playlist genre-wise but he adds it anyway, most likely because he enjoys the lyrical content. (example: Excursions by A Tribe Called Quest is hip-hop, but the lyrics fit his life story extremely well, and the song itself is in Minor and feels very 'thick' and swampy due to the upright bass melody throughout the instrumental.) I think Bruce views lyrics as the most important aspect of the music he listens to. It's not enough that he vibes with a song, or that the song SOUNDS like something he would listen to. He needs to either relate to the lyrics or at least appreciate the lyrical content. I think Bruce listens to music that came out around the time he was born (he's a 90's baby in this Universe, age is late 20s-early 30s). He doesn't know a lot of new music, or even new pop culture because he's an absolute recluse and I don't think this man even knows who Beyonce is. He doesn't search for new music. He hasn't moved or touched anything in his parents' room because he wants to remember exactly what the room looked like the night they were killed. He doesn't want to get a new haircut or new clothes, he doesn't care about the newest ball or charity event or trend, he doesn't want new friends or acquaintances. He is the epitome of depression and PTSD. This may be really weird to say but I don't think pre-flood Bruce understood his privilege at all. He seems mildly confused whenever Selina brings up the fact that she's had life experiences that he couldn't possibly relate to because he's a rich white man. There are songs I wanted to add to this playlist (example: Alright by Kendrick Lamar) that talk about police brutality, political corruption, anti-government sentiments and the like, and I ended up NOT adding those songs because I don't think pre-flood Bruce had a good-enough grasp on the concept of privilege, ACAB, class differences, etc yet. A Kendrick song would be better suited for post-flood, "Hope" era Bruce.
(AN: Well, here's my first real fandom post on here! I think at some point I'm going to post my Billlie (kpop group) lore study, which may be used in momosunrise (YT)'s upcoming Billlie lore video, of which I am the original writer of in case anyone was wondering
(AN 2: I also may be posting a part 1 of a "Cillain Murphy filmography review" at some point, where I cover every film he's ever been in from 1997-2008. Be on the lookout for that!)
#batman#battinson#robert pattinson#batman 2022#the batman 2022#battinson x reader#ive never copy and pasted something into tumblr before#why are the spces after the periods missing
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say more asoif/succession AU HCs
this au is so insanely funny to me because like. so little would fundamentally have to change for the au to work! if you added ice zombies in the arctic to succession, it would become asoiaf. if you transplanted the characters in king’s landing from a medieval empire to modern-day corporate america, it would be succession. a snake eating its own tail, narratively.
ANYWAY here are the stark kids in the asoiaf/succession au. they’re not the main characters of the au because it needs the protags to be fundamentally bad people with bad intentions and sympathetic motivations. the starks are well-meaning rich people! that still gets dicey! but only the lannisters can encapsulate the raw fail energy and nauseating privilege of the roy kids.
robb: set to inherit the starks’ company, which is owned by king’s landing inc, a massive media conglomerate akin to disney. instead of going to war, he goes to soooo many board meetings. realistically he probably needs to be like 27 for the au to work (just graduated with his mba, idealistic and fresh-faced,) but it would be so funny if he was still 14 years old.
jon: joins the military to prove himself to ned and forge his own identity. is sent to northern iceland. finds ice zombies. gets disillusioned about the military and forms his own coalition against the ice zombies. he still has terminal main character disease. he just wants to count how many MREs and flare guns they have left.
sansa: i think sansa had all these dreams of girlbossing her way to the top as a humanitarian, forward-thinking High Society Figure. running a lot of charity orgs, being on nonprofit board. but she still has the mindset and judgments of the 1%, and it’s not until she works as an intern in King’s Landing Inc that her world expands. then her dad gets murdered. now she’s going to girlboss her way into a better future for everyone, whether everyone’s ready or not.
arya: she’s like if one of the roy kids genuinely wanted to destroy the roy family (the Roy Family being king’s landing inc.) she works covertly—she can put on the right costumes for a king’s landing ball, but she’s also exposing cersei’s embezzlement scheme. she’s pulling an ocean’s eight with gendry (working as waitstaff) and hot pie (hacking offsite from arya’s kitchen.) she also has some Nepo Baby Disease and isn’t always as self aware as she wants to be. cue character arc!
bran: his story also remains the same. jaime pushes him out of a window after witnessing him and cersei. years later, he goes to college and realizes the weirwood network still exists. has to hide out in arya’s apartment when the lannisters try to have him killed for that bc a magical tree spy network would drive stock prices down.
rickon: sells ecstasy to his classmates’ parents at his private high school
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Includes a backstory
Character Profile
Name - Sick PonyCentral
Age - 21
Birthday - same as every other PonyCentral
Likes - she enjoys eating sandwiches without the crusts and making Purity Senpai pay for his crimes
Dislikes - being called "Sickly Kayleigh" and school bullies
Family - unknown at the moment. Will find out soon
Relationship Stats
Sick Boyfriend - best friend and former classmate. He helped her after seeing that Purity Senpai was bullying her
DrugFriend - best friend. He introduced her to all the fast food joints
Purity Senpai - enemy because he treated her like dirt in high school
Senpai - heavily despises because he joined in on the bullying
Lila Sky - enemy because of the whole Lockdown thing
Baxter Wow - friend. He trusts her
Rufus - friend
Nathan Files - best friend
Naughty PonyCentral - best friend and classmate who taught her how to stand up for herself
Nán Péngyôu - best friend and mentor
Freund XML - To be Decided. Little is known about their relationship
Sick Patrick - boyfriend. They both bought a bunch of Donut Stash boxes for the charity event they were hosting
Every Bee Swarm Simulator bee - enemies because they're insects, especially Digital Bee
PonyCentral - best friend
Boyfriend - friend
Girlfriend - unknown
Pico - unknown
Benjy - friend
Clare Taurus - teacher who taught her about sex and relationships. You know, like how all high schools do
YBS Boyfriend - unknown
Backstory on her school life ⬇️
You know how in The Birthday Arc, Dave Sides recalls a time where Sick PonyCentral was bullied in high school? It all started in the exam hall.
Sick PonyCentral was just sitting down until Purity Senpai (the guy she hates) threw a paper ball at her, which said "Meet me behind the school, 3PM sharp". Sick PonyCentral was confused at first. But she agreed to the meet up, as long as he wasn't too hard on her.
After the exam finished, Sick PonyCentral went behind the school, and Purity Senpai was standing there, chewing his gum and spitting it onto the school walls. Sick PonyCentral growled. How could he do this? That was being disrespectful. Then, out of nowhere, Purity Senpai pushed Sick PonyCentral onto the pavement and pointed a finger at her, and called her the B word.
He laughed at the poor unicorn, as his friends also burst out laughing at her. Sick PonyCentral felt tears filling up her eyes, as she turned away from Purity Senpai and looked down at the gravel. She noticed that her shins were bleeding a bit.
Sick PonyCentral started crying quietly because she didn't want him to see her weak side. Purity Senpai only laughed harder, and saw that Sick PonyCentral was crying. So he pushed her against the wall, slapped her a bit and whispered, quite rudely, "Nobody will ever forget this afternoon... Sickly Kayleigh."
The entire school, including the teachers, were all laughing uncontrollably at Sick PonyCentral, as the unicorn started crying again. Purity Senpai wasn't done. He started badmouthing her. Then, Sick Boyfriend saw what Purity Senpai was doing, and demanded for Purity Senpai to let her go. Purity Senpai let her go.
Sick Boyfriend said "And if I ever see you bullying Sick PonyCentral again, I will beat the CRAP out of you. Understood?!" Purity Senpai looked at him, smirking, and said... "OK. But, Sick PonyCentral?" Sick PonyCentral looked up at him. Purity Senpai uttered these words...
"The next time we meet it will be personal!"
Purity Senpai flew away, cackling hideously, as Sick Boyfriend hugger Sick PonyCentral. Sick PonyCentral hugged him back as she started crying on his shoulders. Sick Boyfriend felt bad for her. So, he treated her to a McDonald's. And that's how Sick Boyfriend and Sick PonyCentral became friends.
@princessimagegirl25 - What are your thoughts on this backstory?
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A Christmas Carol Holiday Season: "A Christmas Carol: The Musical" (2004 TV special)
This Carol, starring Kelsey Grammer as Scrooge surrounded by a cast of TV and musical theatre stars, is based on a stage musical performed annually at Madison Square Garden from 1994 to 2003. With music by Broadway and Disney legend Alan Menken and with book and lyrics by Lynn Ahrens (Ragtime, Once on This Island, Anastasia), this show was one of New York's special holiday events. I sometimes wish the stage version had simply been filmed, because my feelings about this TV version are mixed. But there's enough to enjoy in it that I still rewatch it most Christmas seasons.
This is another Carol that takes some liberties with the source. The Ghost of Christmas Past (Jane Krakowski) is a beautiful (and slightly oversexualized) young woman, the Ghost of Christmas Present (Jesse L. Martin) is a black man, and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Be (Geraldine Chaplin) is an elderly female wraith in white tatters. Meanwhile, Scrooge's childhood is entirely rewritten to resemble that of Charles Dickens. His father was sent to debtor's prison, forcing him into child labor in a boot factory. In the present, new minor characters are added too: a poor widower named Mr. Smythe, who owes Scrooge money, and his little daughter Grace, who reappears throughout Scrooge's ghostly journey to stir his conscience. And in a Wizard of Oz-like touch, Scrooge meets three strangers in the street – a lamplighter, a theatre barker, and a beggar woman – whom the three ghosts later resemble.
The biggest weakness of this production is that it seems not to know if wants to be stagy or cinematic. Despite its realistic locations (Budapest substituting for London) and CGI special effects, it still tends to be blocked and choreographed like a stage production, not like a film. The casting of TV stars is questionable too. Kelsey Grammer's sing-talking Scrooge is a cartoonish old codger, though he improves as his arc unfolds and he shows heartfelt grief, repentance, and joy. Jason Alexander's mildly comic Marley's Ghost is also an acquired taste, although Jennifer Love Hewitt fares better as Scrooge's lost love Emily (as Belle is renamed).
Yet despite all reservations this is still an enjoyable Carol. The mostly British supporting cast is excellent: standouts include Edward Gower as Bob Cratchit, Brian Bedford as Fezziwig, Steven Miller as Young Scrooge, and West End stars such as Julian Ovenden, Linzi Hateley, Claire Moore, and Ruthie Henshall. And the songs by Menken and Ahrens – "A Jolly Good Time," "Nothing to Do With Me," "You Mean More to Me," "Link By Link," "The Lights of Long Ago," "A Place Called Home," "Mr. Fezziwig's Annual Christmas Ball," "Abundance and Charity," "Christmas Together," "Dancing On Your Grave," "Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today," and "God Bless Us, Everyone" – are of the high quality expected from two such Broadway legends.
This is far from a definitive Carol, but I recommend it all the same.
@ariel-seagull-wings, @faintingheroine, @thealmightyemprex, @reds-revenge, @thatscarletflycatcher
#a christmas carol holiday season#a christmas carol: the musical#2004#television#live action#musical#kelsey grammer
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The Stolen Slipper (Arateph Idea #1)?
This is Arateph Idea #1 because of the two currently-most-viable options to retell that fairy tale in this universe, this was the first to come in existence. (There are others that are even more nebulous). I may go a bit deep into spoiler territory here, but since things are vague beyond the main plot points, I'll just go for it.
It starts at a big government/charity fundraiser ball held at a restored tephan palace. Auren naturally attends, and he drags Tanza along because he needs to have someone at these events who treats him like a person and not like The Virtue Prince Who Gets Dragged Into Every Single Political Debate On The Planet. At midnight, there's a disaster. A valuable royal artifact from the palace's collection has been stolen--Auren's mother's glass-beaded wedding shoes.
While the authorities investigate, Tanza does a bit of snooping herself (who better to catch a thief than a thief?) and uncovers clues that suggest the culprit had very small feet. Either it's an unbelievably dainty woman--or it's a child.
That possibility makes Auren and Tanza even more motivated to investigate outside normal police channels--if there's any way to help this kid without dragging them into high-profile legal trouble, they'll try to do it. Investigations uncover that it is a child--about twelve or so-- who's been taken under the influence of a godmother--criminals who recruit orphaned and abandoned children. Tanza and Auren track her down and try to help, but the kid won't trust them. Yet they keep up the chase because they have to find a way to get the stolen slippers back and convince her to leave this life.
All the investigation stuff is very nebulous, but the main thing that keeps this story on my radar is the possibility of a scene where Tanza gets to play Father Brown to this girl's Flambeau. Tanza has lived this life. She knows the desperation and the temptations involved. She knows that the girl thinks this life will bring her freedom, but it won't, because every crime brings you deeper and deeper into the pit until you feel like you can never escape. It's very personal for her, and I'm interested in the idea of showing how much Tanza has grown by giving her the chance to be what Auren was to her. (It's even possible she'd adopt this kid, but that may be a step too far).
So the character arc is there but the actual story details are very sketchy and may not be able to make work as realistic plot and character points. And I'm afraid it may just be a retread of "Out of the Tomb". But the possibility remains.
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19-23 for the beloveds bella and petra <3
HI ALYSSA MY DEAR i hope ur doing well! omg ty so much! i need to yell about the girls i stayed up until 4am finishing the sandman hkjasn so ty omg <3 and in honor of the bella’s sandman verse takes the stage! <3
autumn themed asks 🍂
19. what would be their plan or weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion?
BELLONA: g*un kjsamk her wraith abilities aside, i think bella would likely go for the tride and true baseball bat that seems to work well for most in the event of the zombie apocalypse (and bc she’s an avid appreciator of horror movies it’s the only thing she would think of jjanxks).
PETRA: she would honestly try to engage in conversation becoming the aliens liaison “manipulating” her way to the top of the hierarchy ajnxasaj. her weapon of choice in the event of a zombie apocalypse would be her tried and true ritual dagger.. for summoning demons to k*ll the zombies of course! <3
20. what family traditions do they remember from their childhood?
BELLONA: her fathers family is as old as new york high society itself, so her memories of family tradition are steeped in obligations and beautiful but old, dusty homes with myriad of skeletons in the basements. not to mention her parents until she was 11 belonged to a spiritist cult which would later take her as their ritual sacrifice, giving her the wraith powers but tethering her to purgatory. traditions included gala attendances, the debutante balls, and charity benefit balls, and the like. bella and her friends in her childhood also dabbled in the occult, participating in full and new moon rituals!
PETRA: raised away from her aristocratic parents being the result of an affair between two families she was whisked off to be raised by her disgraced grandmother, the traditions of the upper crust in prague did not become familiar to petra until adulthood? and a virtually solitary childhood traditions usually centered around occultist and infernal traditions which her grandmother practiced! holidays that were associated with the occult or days holding meaning to demons and the like. she did look forward to the sunday markets her grandmother would take her to she was little, the pomegranate crepes her grandmother would make those mornings were to die for <3
21. what role would they be in a horror movie (final girl, the jock, etc.)?
BELLONA: literally the first victim.. but not THE first victim of the film? like the reason the place is haunted in the first place? shes the monster in essence? but also like.. shes got her reasons u know?
PETRA: the final girl AND the one who was summoning the horrors in the first place ksajnkjns (darn demon summoners ajnska)
22. if they had a familiar, what type of animal would it be?
BELLONA: her familiar would be the ghost moth! associated with being the souls of the dead and emerge in the twilight hours to haunt..! (maybe even one of the signs of bellonas presence is the sight of these moths..? maybe?)
PETRA: so one of the animal companions that i haven’t named yet is actually in her last picrew! though if i had to associate HER with a familiar (that u can be sure she will summon ajhnsjka) that would be a crow! sort of screaming by how much that makes her a parallel to dream in the sense he’s associated with ravens omg.. crows symbolize emotional and spiritual change! and with the way im planning her arc i couldn’t have pictured better <3
23. what’s their craft of choice (sewing, painting, etc.)?
BELLONA: her true love of tattoo art is proven by her being covered in tattoos all drawn by her..! so i would have to say her craft of choice is that! (it counts right?).
PETRA: demon summoning. she loves to sketching in one of those antique leather-bound journals! sigils, wards she plans, nature she spends a lot of time sketching nature when shes not summoning demons or absorbing soul of the dukes and lords of hell kajnskans..! (dream do not look into the latest entries of her sketchbook no that’s not you no ur seeing things akajkn)
#🌞: alyssa#risingsh0t#MY DEARIEE TY TY SO MUCH..!#i totally didn’t stay up well into 4 in the morning finishing sandman im not head empty only this show..#AND TOTALLY NOT IN NEED OF YELLING ABOUT IT..! listen this show I knew was gonna make me crazy AND IT ISSS#so..! ty for asking about the girls..! and for u and macy convincing me with the beloveds! so in honor of y’all and finishing#the show..! here’s miss petra and bellas sandman!verse <3 enjoy!#SPEAKING OF THINGS THAT MAKE ME CRAZYY..! the correlation! the near mirroring of dream and petras familiars!#was doing the research for answering these (GREAT choices btw!) and like.. IM FINE IM SO NORMAL#like if i wasn’t sure before if they fit together..! THE DOUBTS ARE SURE DARN TOOTIN GONE NOW!#petra may also have a photographic memory so all she needs is a glance (which she does a lot dream is dreamy askxnask)#petra ten minutes becoming besties of the aliens is *muah* GLORIOUS to me ajknsjk#leg.txt#leg.asks#leg.ocs#t: text
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Finished watching all the UK seasons and I have thoughts
UK 1 probably had the best season long arc with the rivalry between The Vivienne and Divina De Campo and the development of Baga Chipz. Great challenges and some really great runways courtesy of Crytal, Divina, Viv and Blu. Almost definitely the best Snatch Game of the series.
UK 2 great storylines for Bimini and A'Whora. Amazing lip syncs week after week thanks to Tayce and Tia. Runway was also really fucking good again with a majority of the queens always showing up and showing out. Judging was a bit miffed for Ellie and Lawrence but the riggory did produce a better season in the end. Iconic snatch game and girl group. Best season of the UK undoubtedly.
UK 3, riggory and for what. Hard to watch the mistreatment of queens like Choriza, River and spescially Charity. Krystal is a great queen and it's unfortunate they pushed her so hard which made it hard t enjoy her throughout the season. Ella flubbing the finale so hard made her lose all momentum and it was unfortunate to see. Kitty was a highlight of the season, so bright and full of personality. Challenges felt mostly downgraded and generally worse with an exception of the ball which was done very well.
UK 4 might be my least favorite season. It's not bad but after the first few episodes it just becomes kind of a slog to get through with Cheddar and Danny just passing wins. Dakota Schiffer getting consistently overlooked and her elimination being one of the most rigged was so frustrating to see. The 6 maxi challenge girl group win was actually fucking insane. Le Fil was really great this season and it's unfortunate that he too was largely ignored. This season just felt like it kept ticking the boxes of what happened in the previous seasons and it didn't feel new or fresh.
UK 5 extraordinar that they were able to edit out an entire queen and make it feel seemless. This season was really good and a major improvement after the past two UK seasons. I love how the season broke convention and really played with the storylines. My favorite queens to come out of this season are definitely Kate and Cara. This top 3 might be the strongest we've seen in the UK.
If I were to rank them it'd be: UK2, UK5, UK1, UK3, UK4
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11/27/23-11/30/23
This might be my lost post in a while. Things are about to get very busy in my life, and I doubt I have time to write much.
I listen to a lot of music while I write, and recently been afflicted by what I have fondly named the Dream SMP trap. I listen to a random recommended song on Spotify, I like it and look it up, and boom. Dream SMP fan song. This has gotten me an unreasonable amount of times. I don’t even care about the Dream SMP! I know absolutely nothing about it except apparently there are some ridiculously talented people in that fandom who write some banger songs.
On other news, I finally finished both chapter 7 and the dancing portion of the ball. I also got a new character to play with that I honestly wasn’t expecting to exist. I knew I wanted another Ozeveg there, so we can have some tension as Claudia tries to play a good enough Ozeveg to trick a genuine member of the family, but I didn’t expect for them they’d figure it out so quickly, and thus, Kalaren Ozeveg was born. They are named after Kalaren Charity of the Family, a character who’s in Goats & Dragons, a D&D podcast that I’m a big fan of. Funnily enough, there are lot of my characters are named after other characters in different pieces of media I like. For example, Sebastian Alibot is named after Sebastian Crowe, a character in Dungeons of Drakkenheim, and there is a couple of other characters who I haven’t mentioned yet who are named after some podcast I’ve listened to or books and fanfictions I’ve read.
Kalaren’s backstory hasn’t been all that flushed out, and what had been written is probably going to change, so I won’t be posting it until I really figure it out and find a good distinct niche for them to fill. I’ve always had problems with characters not being distinct enough, so I want to make sure Kalaren is distinct and has their own aesthetic to work from. I’m thinking maybe pirate? All I know is that currently they are an assistant teacher at Foxglove University, a university for Mages, and the favor Claudia towed hem for not ratting her out will be the start of a magic school mini-arc.
Vied has also gained some characteristics, as we find out that he is here to assasinate Fedlimid Aquila, an influential courtier. We also learn what weapons he’s carrying which are:
3 magic blasters (basically guns but with runes on them that will explode when it hits something. Very dangerous to carry around, but also very effective)
2 small bombs
A set of unusually curved scimitar knives (the blade is basically shaped like a crescent moon)
4 vials of acid
The scimitar knives along with some very curved swords (they basically look like the shotel in Dark Souls) are what are going to be Vied (over whatever his actual name is) ‘s signature weapons. Mostly for the moon-shape which goes with his vibe, but also because of what it stands for. The weapons he carry show his disregard for his own life and the lives of those around him, seeing as many of his weapons are risky, dangerous, and hard to use properly. This is very important as we see his arc and how he realizes he isn’t just an asset to used for others self-interest and as such shouldn’t be treated that way.
WC 7: 3404
WC 8: 166
WC T: 23,951
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Welcome to Book-Keeping and my stop on the HTP Books Summer 2023 blog tour! Today I'm featuring THE HOUSEKEEPERS by Alex Hay, which released on Tuesday 4 July. I've got all the details plus my review for you below!
About the Book
title: The Housekeepers
author: Alex Hay
publisher: Grayson House
release date: 4 July 2023
The night of London's grandest ball, a bold group of women downstairs launch a daring revenge heist against Mayfair society in this dazzling historical novel about power, gender, and class
Mrs. King is no ordinary housekeeper. Born into a world of con artists and thieves, she’s made herself respectable, running the grandest home in Mayfair. The place is packed with treasures, a glittering symbol of wealth and power, but dark secrets lurk in the shadows.
When Mrs. King is suddenly dismissed from her position, she recruits an eclectic group of women to join her in revenge: A black market queen out to settle her scores. An actress desperate for a magnificent part. A seamstress dreaming of a better life. And Mrs. King’s predecessor, with her own desire for vengeance.
Their plan? On the night of the house��s highly anticipated costume ball—set to be the most illustrious of the year—they will rob it of its every possession, right under the noses of the distinguished guests and their elusive heiress host. But there’s one thing Mrs. King wants even more than money: the truth. And she’ll run any risk to get it…
After all, one should never underestimate the women downstairs.
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About the Author
ALEX HAY grew up in the United Kingdom in Cambridge and Cardiff, and has been writing as long as he can remember. He studied history at the University of York, and wrote his dissertation on female power at royal courts, combing the archives for every scrap of drama and skulduggery he could find. He has worked in magazine publishing and the charity sector and lives with his husband in London. The Housekeepers is his debut novel and won the Caledonia Novel Award.
Connect with Alex: Website | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads
My 4-Star Review
Thanks so much to HTP Books and Graydon House Books for inviting me to take part in the release week tour for THE HOUSEKEEPERS by Alex Hay! This one released on 4 July and is now available everywhere books are sold. I actually listened to the audio for this one and had so much fun (the narrator is fantastic!). I love historical fiction, and although I was expecting a bit more of a thriller (not sure why, that's on me), I really enjoyed this one very much! And it certainly was thrilling in its own way -- I mean, who doesn't love a good con artist + revenge scheme?! But this definitely has more of the upstairs v downstairs vibe we love to see in historical fiction, and even though they're thieves, you'll be cheering on our downstairs women as they execute this audacious plan to steal from the rich and give to the poor (namely, themselves 😂).
THE HOUSEKEEPERS was great fun to read and, again, I can't say enough about how great the audio narrator was. Her ability to switch between different accents was amazing, and you always knew which character was speaking because they were all distinct. I hope you'll check this one out, and let me know what you think!
RATING: 4 stars!
**Disclosure: I received an e-ARC of this book via NetGalley for purposes of this blog tour.
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THE HOUSEKEEPERS by Alex Hay
The night of London's grandest ball, a bold group of women downstairs launch a daring revenge heist against Mayfair society in this dazzling historical novel about power, gender, and class
Mrs. King is no ordinary housekeeper. Born into a world of con artists and thieves, she’s made herself respectable, running the grandest home in Mayfair. The place is packed with treasures, a glittering symbol of wealth and power, but dark secrets lurk in the shadows.
When Mrs. King is suddenly dismissed from her position, she recruits an eclectic group of women to join her in revenge: A black market queen out to settle her scores. An actress desperate for a magnificent part. A seamstress dreaming of a better life. And Mrs. King’s predecessor, with her own desire for vengeance.
Their plan? On the night of the house’s highly anticipated costume ball—set to be the most illustrious of the year—they will rob it of its every possession, right under the noses of the distinguished guests and their elusive heiress host. But there’s one thing Mrs. King wants even more than money: the truth. And she’ll run any risk to get it…
After all, one should never underestimate the women downstairs.
My Review:
I had a lot of fun in reading this story of revenge, solidarity amongst women who are considered as expendable by those who are upstairs. A group of woman who join forces to rob the former employee of Mrs King of all her riches.
I loved Mrs King since the first pages as she’s a clever and ruthless woman and it will be hard to stop her to reach her goal. She and her companions are interesting and clever women, women who suffered but also know secrets of what happens behind the shining façade.
A fast-paced story featuring a cast of well-developed characters, a different look to the world of upstairs and downstairs. The historical background is vivid and detailed.
I loved these women and loved this story.
Highly recommended.
Many thanks to the publisher for this ARC, all opinions are mine
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ISBN: 9781525805004
Publication Date: July 4, 2023
Publisher: Graydon House
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ALEX HAY grew up in the United Kingdom in Cambridge and Cardiff, and has been writing as long as he can remember. He studied history at the University of York, and wrote his dissertation on female power at royal courts, combing the archives for every scrap of drama and skulduggery he could find. He has worked in magazine publishing and the charity sector and lives with his husband in London. The Housekeepers is his debut novel and won the Caledonia Novel Award.
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101 Nights [Les cent et une nuits de Simon Cinéma] (1995)
In a period rife with odes to Hollywood or to cinema which are fair to middling at absolute best, it was a daunting proposition to sit through this movie. I should have known to trust Agnès Varda. Produced for the centenary of filmmaking, Varda crafts an effervescent love-letter to the medium, creating a collage of movement as only she can manage. Cinema encompasses every aspect of the frame, and the sheer variety of manifestations of the artform subsumes all. You can try to keep tabs on all of the films referenced, but sooner or later it becomes all too daunting of a task. Cardboard standees of icons dot M Cinéma’s villa. Stars drop by to pay their respects. Film posters comment cheekily on the nature of a scene, even changing from shot to shot. Verbal puns and visual one pop up at unexpected and delightful intervals: Simon urges for more cries and fewer whispers; Camille has her bicycle nicked by thieves, and her boyfriend bemoans Italian neorealism. It’s comprehensive and loving, lacking the creative bankruptcy seen in everything from Cinema Paradiso to The Fabelmans.
Perhaps the most overt references were the film extracts dropped throughout the runtime. Sometimes the parallels to the narrative arc were obvious, others more oblique. Of all the clips, I caught Nosferatu, King Kong, Citizen Kane, 8 1/2, Un chien andalou (the full eye cut), Danton, My Own Private Idaho, Metropolis, Paris Texas, The Young Girls of Rochefort, Singin’ in the Rain, The Producers, Night of the Living Dead, L’Age d’or, White Christmas, and The General. But the interests skewed much broader in film posters, everything from Back to the Future to Au hasard Balthazar to Eraserhead getting its nod.
But who is this manifestation of cinema itself? Simon Cinéma is an old frail man, but that doesn’t stop his lusty streak. It’s perhaps slightly less endearing in the #MeToo era, but Varda allows all of her female subjects to rebuff his advances and scoff at his outrageous claims. Haunted constantly by death, he nevertheless remains alive. Cinema isn’t dying, it’s constantly reinventing itself, adopting new forms. He is accompanied by a roguish Italian friend, played by a delightful Marcello Mastroianni who both reminisces on and spoofs his great films with Fellini and others. But really he has an ulterior motive: to possess the Cinéma estate. Simon’s will becomes an important through-line, and an even more important question: to whom does cinema belong? Should Simon’s legacy be handed to the knowing hands of a studio, or sold off for a cause to pad the ego of a star? Do young filmmakers have to steal it for themselves, scrape together what they can to break into an industry not handing out charity? Varda emphasizes the importance of new voices, focusing on some up-and-comers as they home-brew a goofy gangster flick inspired by the likes of Scorsese and Coppola. They may have to use toy airplanes and cotton-ball clouds, but they got the very spirit of cinema to make a guest appearance and pass out at the sight of some tits. Now that’s what really counts.
THE RULES
SIP
An episode starts.
Film clip.
Simon Cinéma be horny.
Someone tries to get Simon’s estate.
BIG DRINK
Varda references one of her own films.
Mid-scene outfit change.
That lovely cue from Le Mépris starts to play.
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The Mysterious Lady Slivermist (Black Butler Reader Insert)
CoolStar69
Summary:
Catching the interest of a mysterious young noble the Noah's Arc Circus crew's fates were changed, taken in by the strange girl, no one really knows why and what she's up to,whenever asked about this weird interest in charity the message is always the same "I simply desire to help"
Chapter 1: Prologue: Fate Changed
Chapter Text
We were all sitting in the alley-ways, huddled close, minding our own for now as straved away while those more fortunate passed us by without a single glance, some doing it as to not acknowledge our existence for their own selfish well being while others were just that rotten.
"I'm hungry, when are we going to find food?" When the question was finally brought up all eyes were soon on me, awaiting my answer since I was supposed to be forming a plan on how to obtain today's meal.
I just petted their messy chocolate brown hair as I gave them the best smile I could muster right now, "soon, I'm still thinking up the final details" they nodded meekly with a dejected gaze.
My heartached seeing her like that, but it wasn'teasy coming with careful plans like this day after day on how to steal enough food for all of us, and as time went on it only got harder, especially with...
The missing arm that would have help with some of our pickpocketing, I secretly balled my fist as I bit my lower lip, out of sight of course as I cursed this world...
None of this was fair, why were we born like this, and in these circumstances?
Poor and disfigured, why couldn't life have just given us one of thesedisadvantages, instead of both? It was just too cruel...
"Stop!" A young girl's voice shouted from out of the blue as a carriage came screeching to a halt, "Young miss, wait!" Another cried out as a sound of doors being thrown open filled the air and clicking heels followed after.
My group and I all turned to face this strange event, only to be greeted with what appeared to be a girl around my age rushing over toward us with long flowing hair of white, her eyes were a ruby red and they shone with joy and the relief of a person that had finallyfound what they had been searching for after hours of looking.
This girl was dressed as if she were from a well off family, so I was puzzled as to why she was in this part of town and was running toward an alley of all places...
When she finally reached us, she stop just a few feet away, her eyes scanning over us for some strange reason, taking in every detail us she did as if to confirm somethimg, but what.
Unsure of whatever she wanted, I for now assumed it wasn't anything good and was readying myself to cover for the others to buy get away time, but that appeared to be unnecessary.
The girl when finished, she finally spoke to us in a kind, non-condescending manner, "would you like to come with me to my home?"
I didn't reply back as I was shocked silent by her offer, while one of my friends however seemed to be just unphased enough to reply back though still quite shocked as well.
"What do you think you're saying, is this some kind of trick!?" My friend became on the defense as everyone else watched, unsure of what to make of these surprising new events, though they wanted to believe this was something good...as did I.
The girl was a little a taken back, but when she glanced over to him, she smiled just a bit and shook her head, "I assure you it is no trick whatso-hey!" The girl was interrupted by the woman who had called out to her previously.
"Young Miss just what do you think you are doing?" The strange girl pulled away from the maid as much as she could, fighting back the woman to get her to release her grip.
"Rose, stop! I wish to speak with them! I said STOP!" The maid let go as the girl ordered once she had rised her voice, once free the young girl recomposd herself and tried to regain her dignity.
She cleared her throat and ignored us for a tiny bit as she addressed the maid, "Rose, I promise that when we get home I will explain everything, but for now I wish to do something kind if they will let me" and with this her attention was back to us as she locked on those red shining eyes of hers.
"Would the seven of you care to come back with me to my house for some food? You can leave once you are satisfied from the meal" I looked back to my group of friends, but they for the most part had looks that said the choice was mine, though their was a tiny azure orb staring back at me with hope I'd accept.
Turning back toward the strange girl with my mind made, I had accepted her offer, her pale lips broke into a wide smile as her eyes welcomed and kept certain emotions while others left.
"Excellent! I assure you, you won't regret it, hurry let's go!" The girl reached out and grasped my hand in her's and began pulling, and like earlier the maid cried out once again for her.
🃏🃏🃏🃏
I didn't know it then, but I couldn't begin to tell you how much I appreciate that hand for reaching out as it did, nor would have ever been able to imagine just how much our lives changed from then on...
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This new series is made for fun and my own amusement, but I hope that you enjoy nonetheless 😘
Bittersweet
Kantayra
Summary:
The story of how Ciel turned Sebastian's suffering from sweet to bitter. Set post-Kuroshitsuji II.
Notes:
For Phoebe_Zeitgeist.
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Sebastian’s suffering is sweet.
I know this because I have tended and harvested many a human, and suffering tastes like the lightest truffle, the ripest strawberry, the most succulent peach. A demon can never taste the suffering of another demon, but I know now that, were Sebastian human, his flavor would make my teeth ache with saccharine.
He dresses me in silence every morning, stoic, dutiful, and empty. One after the other, buttons slip into holes. Demon fingers he no longer bothers to hide behind snow-white gloves glide over my bare flesh, and yet it is never anything but an accident. I can see that in his eyes, every time I trick them into meeting my own.
“Your flaw as a demon,” I inform my butler on one day indistinguishable from the rest of eternity, “is that you were too malleable.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“As you tended my soul, I tended yours.” I hold out my foot to feel the silk of my stocking slide up my leg. There is no pleasure in the sensation now. It feels like everything else in this mortal world: decayed and barren. “Do you remember how inadequate you were when we first met? You weren’t fit to call yourself the Phantomhive butler.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“I bred it out of you, though.” I accept the offered hand but do not rise to my feet, not just yet. “You flavored my soul with the sweetness of suffering and the bitterness of innocence. And, in turn, I tamed you, molded you, and transformed you into the perfect butler, who serves me today. You realize this, do you not?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Good.” I stand. “Then, on the agenda for today?”
“Nothing, my lord.”
“It’s just as well. I grow tired of sickly sweet souls. This time, I think we should hunt innocence instead…”
The first bite of innocence I ever took was so bitter that I spit it back out. Such philosophical questions were puzzling back when I was human. Why do demons not devour the innocent? Is it the higher power of God that protects them? The simple answer is that the innocent have far too acrid a flavor. Sin is so much sweeter.
However, after an eternity of sweetness, a little variety becomes necessary.
“As you wish, my lord,” Sebastian says as if this is nothing new.
A twist of bitters is hard to lure in. I appreciate now the lengths Sebastian went through for the succulent soul I must have once held. A pity, even I think, that it was rotted from within by the demon I have become.
“Another flaw,” I tell him before I send him away to try to capture us a pure murderer for our supper this decade, “is that it is not befitting for a butler to mope so. I do not recall you sulking in a corner when I was human. It grows tedious.”
Sebastian meets my eyes at that, deliberately for the first time in many a year. Red flashes against red. And then, slowly, Sebastian’s eyes slide to the side. “My humblest apologies, my lord.” He says it like he doesn’t mean it at all.
Once he is gone, I lick my lips in anticipation of what bittersweetness will come.
***
One gift of Sebastian’s that I did not fully appreciate as a human, is his impeccable ability to find the ripest morsels in an otherwise-gray world. We alight atop an old stone church as dusk falls. I slip from Sebastian’s arms and stand atop the highest steeple with Sebastian at my back.
Two alleys down, there is shouting and the sound of a child’s pleas. The whip and snap of a leather belt cutting into human flesh results in a scream, and then the sobs fall silent. Finally, a young boy scuttles from one of the houses, and through the orange silhouette of the curtains, I can see his father inside returning to the bottle.
I raise an eyebrow at Sebastian. “Common,” I deride.
“Watch.” Sebastian’s eyes are alive with fire in a way I rarely see these days.
I turn to do so, pause ever so slightly, and turn back to Sebastian. “You presume to order me?”
Sebastian blinks once, carefully, assessingly, and then offers the slightest bow. “My apologies, my lord, but I would not want you to miss the second act.”
I accept this for now and return my attention to the young boy. He runs blindly down the streets, colliding with passersby, tripping over virtually every obstacle in his path. He is headed our way.
“Very common,” I repeat.
The boy scrambles, clumsy and awkward, up the church steps below us and pounds on the side door. I give Sebastian a quizzical look. Sebastian places one gloved finger to his lips in a sign of secrecy and gestures for me to precede him through one of the stained-glass windows he’s slipped ajar.
We whisper like shadows into the church rafters, just in time to hear the sobbing, frightened child in conversation with his savior.
“H-He doesn’t mean it!” the boy insists.
I cluck my tongue in revulsion.
“Manners,” Sebastian chides.
I look at him in surprise, but his red eyes are fixed on the scene below us. I follow his gaze and see the boy’s savior for the first time. A sister of the cloth, in clean, shining, black-and-white habit, with an angel’s smile on her lips. I fight the sudden urge to growl. Having witnessed a true angel’s smile, I find the expression most distasteful. Sebastian’s hand settles on my shoulder in warning. I ignore him and return my attention to tonight’s game.
“Forgiveness is the first step toward grace,” the sister comforts the boy. She has perfectly porcelain skin and clear blue eyes alight with faith. “Our Father in Heaven will not let you suffer.”
The boy sniffles piteously. “I c-can stay here tonight, then?” he pleads. “In the morning, father will be himself again. It’s just what with losing his job and—”
“Of course, my child,” the sister soothes and takes the boy into the security of her arms.
The boy clings to her like an indulgent child, and she smiles serenely and then, as Sebastian and I watch, snaps the boy’s neck.
I lick my lips. I feel Sebastian coil with tension and insatiate hunger beside me.
“Be at peace, my child, at last in the arms of a Merciful Father,” the sister clasps her hands together as if in prayer. The wide-eyed body of the boy falls at her feet, but she pays no heed as if she has done this countless times before.
Sebastian and I act quickly. We have no contract here, and a reaper will be arriving almost immediately to deliver the boy’s soul.
The sister’s soul is sweet with every last life she’s taken, with the underlying bitterness of her untainted heart. I sup first, as is my right as master, and devour her entirely. Only after we have safely escaped the reaper’s scythe, do I lick one finger until it is coated with the perfection of our prey’s soul. I offer my finger to Sebastian’s lips to share this morsel but, as always, he turns his head aside.
***
Two days later, Sebastian comes to me in the morning, subdued as usual. He seems not to have taken my complaint against sulking seriously.
“I have located another, my lord,” he says dully, fastening each pearly white button meticulously.
“So soon?”
“Hmm.” Sebastian steps away so that I may rise. “There seems to be something of an epidemic occurring.”
“An epidemic of righteous murders?” I spread my arms so that he can slip my waistcoat on.
“So it would seem, my lord.”
Something inside me stirs at the thought. The demon in me is hungry, yes, but this is something deeper, older, more essential to my being.
I scoff.
“What’s on the agenda today, then, Sebastian?”
“Nothing, my lord.”
“Hmm,” I say and nothing more.
***
Sebastian’s scent is easy enough for me to backtrack. We have been together far too long for his movements to be a mystery to me. I find the new murderer Sebastian’s located well before noon, while Sebastian is still tending to the laundry.
I know the man immediately. He is ladling out food in the soup kitchen among a dozen other volunteers, but their souls lack the delectable fragrance his possesses. It is a trivial matter to slit the throat of the vermin sleeping in the park across the way, cover myself in his rags, and enter the shelter as one of the homeless seeking refuge in this sanctuary. I slip inside and my prey, particularly oblivious in the way that some humans are, spots me and mistakes who is hunting whom.
He beckons me with one finger and leads me into the back. “Poor boy, sweet boy,” he coos obsequiously. “I have not seen you here before. Life can be so cruel. But we must have faith in Our Lord, for He will deliver us unto Salvation.”
He sticks a knife into my innards and twists it around.
I glare at him. “I follow no lord,” I inform him.
His eyes widen, and the knife sinks deeper.
“Stop that. It’s annoying.” I cut off his scream with a hand to the throat. The knife slips out of me and clatters to the ground as my prey gasps for breath. The former is unpleasant, but the latter delicious. The two are always best when paired, I find.
“Who is your lord?” I demanded.
My prey gasps, and his eyes widen, and I feel the elated rush of immeasurable power behind me. I shiver, and my prey is lifted from my grasp. It is not often that I feel the thrill of such a hunter at work.
“If I may, my lord? You should not sully your own hands with such menial tasks.”
“By all means, Sebastian.” I step back to watch Sebastian work. There is no point it asking how Sebastian knew what I was doing; he is, and forever will be, my shadow.
Our prey screams in agony but never betrays his master.
“There is something to be learned from that,” I inform Sebastian smugly.
He looks delightfully irate at this comment.
A scent of another power wafts through the air. “A reaper is coming.”
“Hmm,” Sebastian agrees.
“It’s your call.” I walk away. “Excessive gluttony doesn’t interest me.”
I leave Sebastian, half-starving, with that delectable meal still squirming in Sebastian’s blood-covered fingers. I don’t turn back.
***
I sit at the empty dining table that evening and study the immaculate place settings with concentrated interest. Sebastian waits by the side-board to take away the still-clean dishes when I am through. The silence between us is always pregnant, but more so today. It is a waiting game, and one in which Sebastian has little to lose.
“I believe I’ll retire early this evening,” I finally rise from my seat.
Sebastian clears away the plate and silver and then pauses in removing the serviette from my lap. “My lord?” he says with more inflection than I have heard from him in some time.
“What is it, Sebastian?” I lean on one elbow, affecting as bored a posture as I can manage.
“I let the reaper take the soul.”
I refuse to respond.
“I watched the cinematic record from the shadows.��
A question teases the tip of my tongue.
Sebastian says no more and moves away with the serving tray.
I watch his back with narrowed eyes for a moment and then, carefully, “Well?”
Sebastian pauses, just for a moment, mid-step. It is minute enough that human eyes would not spot the reaction, but mine do.
“Well?” I repeat more loudly.
Sebastian turns to look at me. “I know the master’s identity.”
Our eyes meet with mutual hunger, and for the first time, I feel we are truly of one mind.
***
The dilapidated stone remains feel hallowed even to a soulless demon such as me. I feel as if I am tingling all over. I pause, and I feel Sebastian pause behind me a millisecond later. I turn to give him an inquiring look, and he nods back. He senses it, too.
I alight atop one of the crumbling walls and glimpse the bell tower and the fallen cross at its base. This place hasn’t been a church in a very long time, but the stench of heaven still lurks here.
“Shall we?” Sebastian is silent and obedient as ever at my side.
“Shall. We.” I say it blandly. It is not a question.
Sebastian tilts his head in acknowledgement. “Yes, my lord.” He bows deeply and leaps into the fray.
I watch atop the wall from afar with eyes of hellfire.
As expected, a demon’s footfall is noted in this place. No sooner has Sebastian landed on the gray pavestones that once formed the apse of this cathedral, than an opponent rises to meet him, our newest prey. Sebastian’s eyes gleam with the challenge before him. The scent in the air is human, and I lick my lips.
“Creature of Satan, begone!” a booming voice sounds through the empty air. It would have undoubtedly been more impressive if there had been church walls to echo off. And also if either Sebastian or myself were the easily impressionable type.
I catch Sebastian’s eye in the distance and yawn noticeably. Something sparks in his eyes.
A figure emerges to stand against Sebastian. He’s an unpresuming man of middle age, dressed in a monk’s robes, and entirely common and unremarkable in appearance. The scent of his soul in the night air makes my mouth water, however, and Sebastian stiffens ever so slightly.
There is also the matter of the rusted iron sword the monk raises to Sebastian’s eye level. The weapon is tarnished and nearly rotted through, yet somehow it glows, burning, bright as a sun lighting up the pitch of night.
Something in my demon blood quakes at the sight, yet relishes it, as well. True death is threatened here tonight, and to an eternal being, nothing is more of an aphrodisiac, I am surprised to discover.
“A holy relic,” Sebastian breathes. “How annoying.” He is lithe and graceful in response to it in a way he has not been since I first laid demon eyes upon him. He is alive against this foe.
“Demon!” the monk accuses, unusually accurately for a mortal. “Cause no further human suffering! The righteous blade of God has been bestowed upon me in His sacred place, and with it, I shall guide innocents into His light.”
“Completely sanctimonious,” I whisper. “Delicious.”
Across the battlefield, Sebastian inclines his head ever so graciously in my direction. He alone can hear my commentary, of course.
The very air seems to hum as the monk wields the holy sword directly at Sebastian’s head. I watch Sebastian evade two swipes before I realize that it is not an effect of the sword’s power, but the actual sound of voices whispering. Sebastian notices it as well, and our eyes both flicker to the surrounding ruins.
One by one, the fire in my eyes picks them out. Nothing but mere humans, yet somehow the sanctity of this space shielded them from us, until we knew to look. “Invisibility’s pointless if you’re praying out loud,” I say with disgust. “Idiot humans.”
Sebastian returns his full attention to dodging the holy light emitting from the monk’s sword. The sword seems to be imbuing the monk with preternatural powers; he is as fast and strong as Sebastian, able to leap superhuman distances. Sebastian looks far too self-satisfied by this turn of events.
I sigh wearily and slowly pull off black kidskin gloves. “Really, is that the best you can do?”
Before the second glove can slip entirely from my fingertips, a powerful grip circles my wrist. I blink at where Sebastian has crossed all the ground between us in a heartbeat. “I would hardly be worthy to call myself a demon butler – or a demon’s butler – if I could not handle at least this.”
“Eh,” I roll my eyes.
“Please, sit down, my lord.” He presses down on my shoulders until I am sitting atop the wall. “And enjoy the show.”
“Eh,” I say more firmly.
And then there is a flash of holy light, and Sebastian flips away. The monk is in front of me, with sword poised. I just look at him. He starts and immediately runs back into the battle with Sebastian. I snort with amusement.
“Stop showing off and finish it up already.”
Sebastian freezes for a moment in place. The monk’s sword stabs. Sebastian blurs to the side at the last minute, and the sword skewers two of the monk’s devotees mid-prayer. The monk is too enraptured with fervor to even notice. Or maybe he just doesn’t care; after all, this is the same brilliant mind that decided it would be a great idea to deliver the suffering directly unto death.
The body-count mounts, and Sebastian does not need to lift a single finger against the mortals. How typically human, the sacrifices of war.
The battle is brutal, bloody, and beautiful. Sebastian dances, unscathed, even against the deadliest of weapons. The monk is wearing down, taking minor injuries that slow him more and more. Sebastian could take him down any second now, I realize, but like a cat toying with its prey, Sebastian is dragging the human’s suffering out, long and slow.
Despite myself, I find that I am smiling. “Hurry it up, Sebastian. I don’t have all night.”
Sebastian looks up at me in surprise, as offended as I’ve ever seen him. And then he smirks slowly and deliberately in my direction, as though he finally realizes that I have been laughing at him in my head the whole time.
“As you wish, my lord.”
Sebastian side-steps the monk’s blade one final time and then punches his fingers straight through the human’s chest. The monk gasps, croaks, and falls to the ground in his final death throes. Sebastian neatly kicks the holy sword aside as I approach.
“God have mercy upon my soul…” the monk gurgles out through his own blood.
“Neither gods, reapers, nor anything else shall ever lay claim to your soul.” I can feel my eyes glowing red. I have fed recently, but this blood’s conviction is far too delectable to pass up.
In the distance, I can feel a melting in the air and the scent of ashes. All characteristic of a reaper. Of course, with all the deaths, one was bound to arrive sooner or later.
“My lord…” Sebastian warns.
“In a moment.” I lean in and deeply, delicately suck the monk’s soul from his bones until there is nothing but a husk remaining. His screams of agony as his essence is devoured alive are like music to my ears.
“My lord…” The smell of a reaper’s death is almost upon us now.
I lick my lips. “You’ve got blood on your waistcoat. It’s unsightly.”
Sebastian gives me an exasperated look and then, so quickly that barely my demon eyes have time to react, scoops me up in his arms. “If you’ll forgive the liberty, young master, we cannot afford to be caught here.”
The reaper bursts on the scene, scythe at the ready.
“He did it,” I point to the monk’s corpse and give the reaper my best false smile. “Not us.”
The reaper strikes, Sebastian runs, and I am carried off in the rush of the chase. I feel like laughing. I feel alive. It takes us quite some time to outrun the reaper’s threat, but once the danger has passed, I lean in and tisk in Sebastian’s ear:
“Couldn’t even steal one soul from under a reaper’s eye? Pitiful.”
Sebastian’s eye twitches, but he clutches me all the tighter as he takes me home. I had forgotten how much fun he is to torment.
“Shall I prepare supper then, my lord?” he asks impeccably when he finally sets me down.
There is nothing in such a ritual to satisfy either of us anymore, but it is still a ritual – a propriety – and has been maintained between us at all cost.
“I have already supped tonight,” I say, defying all tradition.
Sebastian stiffens, and I pull him closer.
“You, as I recall, have not.” The monk’s taste is still rich and sinful on my tongue. I open my mouth to Sebastian.
He hesitates, yields, and at long last our mouths meet in a demonic kiss. He sups from my mouth, wicked and ravenous, until I can almost believe that I am the one he is devouring whole.
“You called me ‘young master,’” I say when we pull apart. “Earlier.”
“Did I?” Sebastian is an enigmatic as ever.
“It’s a shame, really.” I reach up to his face, but he catches my hand mid-motion. Always hesitant and coy, my butler. “I trained you so well.”
“My lord?” Sebastian looks as perplexed as I’ve ever seen him.
“The truths I posed to you as a human hold for demons as well. Do really only value the meal still?” I lean in close just to watch him squirm.
Sebastian’s eyes turn deliberately away.
“Revenge,” I whisper, evil and sweet. “I was meant to spend eternity inside you.”
For a second, the impotent rage within Sebastian flares to the surface.
“That was stolen from us both. And the one who took that from us won his eternity in a demon’s stomach with the one he loves. Is that fair, do you think?”
Sebastian’s head turns abruptly to look at me in surprise.
“Our revenge,” I insinuate, serpent-like, “will be even sweeter than that which I rained down as a human.”
Sebastian’s lips part slowly, carefully. “Our enemy is powerful.”
“That will just make wreaking vengeance that much more delectable. Have you still not learned that lesson?”
Sebastian is both hesitant and tempted. I can see it in his eyes. Something is lacking now, but he doubts that my words can ever fully restore what once was.
“A pity.” I pull back. “Together, we could have conquered Hell itself.”
Just as I turn away, Sebastian’s hand snaps forward and catches me by the wrist. His eyes are desperate for something – anything – beyond the meaningless existence he suffers now. A flicker of hope has been lit now, and slowly the sweetness of his suffering turns bitter. He is my greatest conquest, this gluttonous demon.
“Young master,” he acknowledges me consciously for the first time.
I glance at my wrist wrapped tight in demonic clutches. “The first step, then,” I inform him imperiously, “is to mind your proper place.” I snap my hand away and backhand him across the face. “Filthy demon,” I add with a smile.
Sebastian freezes for one moment, stunned, and then a twisted grin curves his lips. “I beg your pardon, young master,” he says with the stirrings of his old insouciance. “It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t.” I let him straighten my lapels. “Tomorrow, Sebastian. Tomorrow…”
“What is on the agenda for tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow we teach Hell what it is to burn.”
And the demonic fire in our eyes lights up the cold night now, forever, and into eternity.
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hey~
hope you are having an amazing week!
how would you feel about doing a noah harris x mc request from the best vs worst prompts?
maybe 21. best day at school vs worst day at school OR 27. best game vs worst game?
hi anon! thank you for the request, #27 was fitting and allowed me to close-out the chapter of my noah x mc arc (a little bit got cut out from my outline, but at least now it's finished).
author’s note: when I got this prompt, I decided to take the outline I had written for a continuation of my other MTFL fics and retro-fit it here, which is why it’s a bit longer than typical prompt fills. this finally gave me the motivation to continue the relationship I started in “first choice” and “the perfect gift.” I also drew some real-life inspiration from patrick mahomes of the kansas city chiefs (national football league in the u.s.). enjoy!
copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios.
series/pairing: my two first loves - noah harris x mc (emma price)
rating/warnings: 13+; none
based on/prompt: best vs. worst / 27. best game vs. worst game; also inspired by the song “never really over” by katy perry
word count: 1.7k
summary: two years after graduating college and agreeing to go their separate ways, the universe seems to want emma and noah back together.
best game vs. worst game
worst game
emma tapped her finger on her thigh nervously as she waited in her boss’s office for her first assignment. she had spent the last two years since graduating college curating a travel blog for a small magazine, which had allowed her to travel all over europe, north america, and south america – an experience she knew was probably once-in-a-lifetime.
but she was homesick and decided to return stateside once her contract was up. it didn’t take long to find a position with a professional agency that contracts photographers out for high-profile athletic and celebrity events. even as a junior photographer, she was going to have the chance to take her own photos.
her boss finally handed her a sheet of paper without so much as a glance, motioning toward the door. emma supposed she was excused then, quickly scanning the sheet as she walked out to her car. a pre-nfl charity meet-and-greet was the assignment, and if she wanted, she could stick around to take some back-up photos of the game.
seemed easy enough. except the team was the nightingales. where her ex-boyfriend was currently the quarterback.
a little over two years ago
noah gripped emma’s hand, leg thumping nervously in anticipation. his other hand held hazel’s, who wasn’t faring much better at keeping still. on the other hand, mrs. harris had sat frozen still in front of the t.v. for the last thirty minutes, and emma had to keep glancing over to make sure she was still breathing.
to say they were all on edge was an understatement. in a matter of minutes, they’d find out of noah was going to become a professional football player.
“and the twenty-third pick goes to… noah harris!”
the room filled with squeals as they all jumped up from the couch and gathered noah into a giant group hug. his arm never left emma’s waist, even as he lifted hazel off the ground in excitement.
“you’re coming with me, right?”
she avoided his gaze, choosing to hug him and duck her head underneath his chin instead.
“tonight is about you! we can talk about us tomorrow. we should be celebrating!”
emma took a deep breath and pulled her car out onto the main road, making sure her phone was navigating to the stadium. she hadn’t seen or spoken to noah since they broke up – even though he tried to understand her reasoning, which was that he needed to focus on football and she was going to be traveling constantly – and she wondered if he was still upset.
if they ran into each other, would he even acknowledge her?
her mind raced with different scenarios of how their “reunion” could go and before she knew it, she was pulling into the stadium parking lot reserved for press. you’re here to do a job, she reminded herself as she took a deep breath and made her way into the meet-and-greet area where players were speaking to and hanging out with several families and children.
she took a quick look around and sighed in relief when she didn’t see noah anywhere. she could do this.
about an hour later, she was packing up her equipment. the game would start soon and she needed to get into position. she hefted her bag onto her shoulder carefully before standing up, immediately wobbling under the weight and losing her balance.
a strong arm wrapped around her waist and steadied her.
“thank you—” her voice died in her throat as she looked up at the man that still haunted her dreams.
his eyes and face were mostly the same, but there was a hardened edge to them that wasn’t there a few years ago. his body and shoulders were much larger as well, and he pretty much overwhelmed her frame.
“hey cheerleader.”
she swallowed. “hi, noah.”
his hand lingered even as she righted herself and cleared her throat nervously.
“good luck—”
“it’s good to—”
they chuckled, tension broken for the moment as they looked into each other’s eyes.
“harris, let’s go!”
noah shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back. “maybe we could catch up after the game, if you want to.”
her eyes brightened. “i’d love to.”
they didn’t get the chance. the world seemed to move in slow motion when emma saw noah go down in the pocket from a particularly bad tackle. he had to be carried off the field in a stretcher and it was all she could do to keep from running onto the field.
they had broken up so he could focus on his career. she hoped it wasn’t in vain.
best game
two years later
emma crouched low to the ground with her long-range camera, snapping pictures of the huddle. there was less than twenty seconds left in the game – just enough, if barely, time for one last play. they needed a touchdown. and she could feel the nervous energy in her body thrumming in time with that of the crowd.
when noah went down with that horrific injury a couple years ago, most people wrote him off and didn’t think he’d play again. and if he somehow managed to recover? they all just said he probably wouldn’t be the same. a collarbone injury was usually a career death sentence for quarterbacks.
but the media, press, and so-called sportscasters didn’t know noah like she did. how strong a fighter he was. how he picked himself back up after every setback and pushed onward.
this time, she was with him every step of the way.
that didn’t mean he had an easy go of it.
he had to get surgery and go through months of intense physical therapy to get his shoulder feeling back to normal. then he had rehab for football to try to get back into form. and there was always doubt as to whether he’d be as good as before.
the season hadn’t gone smoothly. they scraped and clawed their way to the playoffs, with opposing teams taking advantage of noah’s occasional hesitance in the pocket and conservative throwing by pressuring his position. but somehow, they pulled through.
sportscasters all over would remark about how something seemed to just “click” back into place for noah harris.
only noah and emma knew what that something was.
a few weeks earlier
“are you nervous?”
noah hummed thoughtfully as his hand trailed up and down emma’s shoulder.
“surprisingly, no,” he said after a moment. “win or lose, i have everything i’ve ever wanted right here in my arms.”
emma chuckled. “when did you become such a romantic?”
“you know you bring it out of me.”
he turned on his side so he could nuzzle his nose in her hair. “you’re it for me, babe.”
“me too, noah. i mean it. if you’ll have me forever, i want that with you.”
noah pulled back to look at her. “for real?”
she nodded.
of course, emma couldn’t say with confidence that their conversation made that big of a difference, but noah’s performance every game afterward seemed to be nothing short of miraculous. by all means, his shoulder should still be giving him trouble, but the way he was throwing today in the championship game would make anyone wonder if he had been injured at all.
but this was it. everything was riding on this last play.
they were down by three points and too far for a field goal. a touchdown would end the game and clinch the championship. the team wasn’t known for playing it safe, not with noah and his arm at the helm.
emma was glued to her camera lens and clicking away, but she was barely focused on the shots. she just hoped the footage was positioned correctly and usable. she heard noah call out the play and quickly scanned the field as players moved into position.
a hail mary.
it really was going to come down to these last few seconds.
she saw the wide receiver break through the line and speed down the field, turning back to where noah had stepped back, arm poised to throw. on instinct, emma moved her camera up and snapped the shutter, capturing the exact moment noah released the ball, right before he was tackled to the ground.
and then everything seemed to move in slow motion.
she swung the camera to the left, finding the receiver in the end zone with his arms outstretched. he jumped up and the ball came arcing directly into his arms and the stadium roared with such an intensity she thought she was going deaf.
emma quickly put away her camera and left her bag with her assistant before running on to the confetti-strewn field, weaving around reports, players, and staff.
she knew noah got tackled. she needed to see that he was okay.
despite the reporters surrounding him, she squeezed her way through and wrapped her arms around him.
“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she yelled over the stadium noise. “i knew you could do it.”
noah smiled and removed her hands from his neck. she frowned in confusion as he took a step back and dropped to one knee.
“what are you doing?”
he was holding out a ring box in his hand and she had no clue how that got there. did a trainer or someone sneak that over to him?
it didn’t matter. it didn’t matter that they were surrounded by tens of thousands of screaming fans or that this moment was likely being broadcasted live by the sheer number of cameras around them. it didn’t matter that his friends and teammates were all hollering and creating a protective circle around them.
all she could see was the love of her life looking up at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
“the championship ring we just won today is nothing compared to what this ring means right here,” he said, opening the box to reveal a very sizable diamond.
“marry me, em?”
emma squealed, not caring that it made her look like an excited teenager.
“of course, i’ll marry you!”
noah carefully placed the ring on her finger before wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her up. he swung her around before placing her carefully back on the ground, bringing her in for a deep kiss.
“i love you,” he whispered against her lips.
“i love you too, noah,” she whispered back as they held hands and headed off the field.
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I am rereading Worth The Candle since I never did after it finally finished, and I love WtC but this is me-on-tumblr so I’m gonna complain about stuff instead. I think Valencia’s character is great but her story role and some of her set pieces have always been super awkward for me, for a bunch of reasons:
-I get that Aerb runs on bullshit but man is Valencia bullshit stacked on bullshit. Her powers are completely arbitrary, with no hint of connection to any actual mechanics or even plot events in the story. The hells had no tractable way of being addressed, so....here, just a literally anti-hells device in a doe-eyed package, with combat and diplomacy superpowers to boot cause why not. I know they comment on it, but you can’t lampshade hang your way out of how unearned it is.
-So in a classic fantasy fireteam you have specialization, and that is fine for a story. Grak can specialize in wards, that is his job, and this works because warding, as a “percent of total word count devoted to it”, is pretty small. You have a few “Grak does awesome warding stuff” moments but its pretty minor, he isn’t going to dominate every scene with it. Valencia’s problem is that her specialization in diplomacy is *not* like warding - in a story, “talking to other people” is often 50% or more of the actual events that occur. Valencia’s diplomacy capabilities are leagues above everyone else’s, and she either dominates those scenes or often has not-too-believable excuses for her not to be dominating those scenes in place, both of which make such scenes less interesting. Essentially, dialogue is the lifeblood of most stories, and you want all your characters involved in those kind of scenes - a superpower that invalidates everyone else’s contributions is bad idea. WtC does try to maneuver around this problem with some success, but its better to not force it on yourself.
-Finally, relating to that diplomacy super-power, is the question of its verisimilitude. You want Valencia to be able to pretty-much read someone’s mind? Totally fine, as the author you can just have her Do That and as a reader I go “yeah sure, I believe you”, the mechanics are behind the scenes. But convincing someone with diplomacy? That is almost always something front-and-center, we see the words being said and can evaluate their persuasive power for ourselves. Which means the writer of the story has to be as charismatic as Valencia actually is; no faking it this time. WtC is very competent in using good writing tricks to get around this problem, but it still fails at the core issue sometimes - Valencia’s actual words often come off as quite pedestrian and even amateurish in their strategy. I feel this the most in the Therapy chapter with Joon and Fenn; Valencia is supposed to be playing the role of a competent therapist while secretly hoping to let their relationship fall apart, but she comes off like a total asshole openly attempting sabotage, who I would have walked out on in real life in seconds if this was actual therapy. Joon in particular has to hold the idiot ball for that whole session just to make it work.
(Speaking of, that is one of my least-favourite chapters; another reason it doesn’t work is how many of the ‘problems’ were not-really-present in previous arcs, and only shown in that scenes own arc as very obvious set-up. It even includes Fenn pretty-much inventing crimes, like Joon being “dismissive” in Parsmont which simply did not happen. Though this is a wider problem in WtC - Joon’s actions get harsh criticism/framing and minimal charity by his circle in a way others do not, which I don’t think is ever really justified by the story.)
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Happy Birthday to The Owl House!
Honestly, I’m… REALLY shocked to think back on how it’s been a year? It’s been a full, actual year, since that first episode?
I remember when The Owl House was first announced around early 2018. Something about it, the premise, the characters from that one poster we got; It really drew me in, and I kept track of the show’s progress in eager anticipation. Whenever Dana released art of Luz, Eda, and King, I was ecstatic- And when the show was delayed to 2020, I was dismayed.
Then we got our teaser trailer; The opening them, the end credits, even a little sneak peek! I remember speculating a lot about Luz and all of the other new characters we were introduced to, such as Willow, Amity, and Gus- And then we got more and more trailers in the days leading up to the show. I wondered about Luz’s home back on Earth and where her family was, I listened intently to the Hooty and the Parliament music video, finding an almost melancholic, weirdly nostalgic (despite having never watched the show yet) vibe to it- Whilst also avoiding looking at the screen and seeing all of the various clips it offered, because I wanted to be surprised! It was two years of anticipation, two years of wait for this show- I’d never looked forward to a series before like this, last I can recall… So having this content FINALLY come out, seeing these characters in animation, hearing their wonderful voices! My soul was vibing, it was time, it was coming after all this time…!
Eventually I finished Infinity Train Book 2, the same day that The Owl House premiered… I was blindsided when I woke up to the first episode’s release online, in full- I was already planning to wait until later to watch it on television, so having it permanently accessible from the internet was such a pleasant surprise! And the show… The show, man- That premiere caught me off-guard with how much I enjoyed it! I knew I was looking forward to this show, but still…! It blew away my expectations, and even now, has continued to; It was like my personal investment and attention had paid off so patiently well! I even got a DisneyNOW subscription so I could watch each new episode ASAP, the day it premiered, hours before it aired on television!
I remember scouring Tumblr before the show officially premiered, and there was understandably very little- A few pieces of fanart here or there. And when the show DID premiere, for a while there wasn’t really much of a fandom- There was barely anyone, in fact! But I can remember a few notable blogs who have been around since the beginning… Me, I got invested into this show. I found myself really enjoying Lumity as a ship, especially since I resonated with both characters in it; Luz was such a ball of sunshine that brightened my day, and Amity really spoke to me with her more introverted, top-scoring personality. When the show hit its mid-season hiatus, I remember not handling it too well, as I got impatient and frantic in my speculations- I wanted so badly to learn more about these characters, see what happened- Get a look at Emperor Belos (then known as Bellows by the fandom), etc.
I wrote my Bile Coven piece in preparation for Halloween, even got to know a mutual or two over shared theorizing! I kept track of Dana’s updates, and even had people come to my blog, of all places, to send asks! It was and still has been such an engaging part of fandom for me… I recall impatiently waiting for the Owl Pellet shorts and freaking out over them- And when Adventures in the Elements leaked early? I LOST MY MIND, I remember postponing something I was supposed to go to, just so I could watch the episode- And it was so good! Then I started wondering and hoping the rest of Season 1 would come out, and well- It took a while…
And when Season 1B’s trailer came out, I was all over it; Scouring every possible frame, freaking out over the Grom screenshot, and appreciating the influx of new fans! It was amazing to watch The Owl House go from a relatively minor and obscure fandom, to becoming so much more mainstream and populous! I got into Rebecca Rose’s channel, I began writing more meta and posts about the show, as well as little recaps for each new episode. I feel like my blog really took off from here, as I got to interact with more and more people who shared this mutual love of The Owl House, and I was so ecstatic to see more content and buzz about it!
My mind was solely focused on The Owl House, it was one of my huge hyperfixations, even moreso than during Season 1A’s run- I remember being anxious about Enchanting Grom Fright, wondering if we’d get queerbaited… But NO, Amity was in love with Luz! She canonically had a crush on her, a girl in love with another girl- And I loved it because Lumity was a special comfort ship of mine! Then Amity was confirmed lesbian… It was amazing! And I found myself SO invested, so inspired by the show and its characters, and all of the little allusions to things, the foreshadowing, the moments here or there that made so much more sense after a new episode.
This show inspired me creatively- It got me to write some of my personal favorite fanfics, and I was and still am so touched by whatever feedback I get from them! The Owl House really got me to write, to obsess over characters and analyze them, to look at motifs, to think about worldbuilding… It’s been such an artistically enriching experience, both the show and the fandom! I remember despairing so terribly when Agony of a Witch came out, the genuine betrayal I had when Lilith revealed the truth- Because I’d been legitimately endeared to her character beforehand, even formed a sort of ‘trust’ in a sense… And like many others, I agonizingly anticipated the season finale, the much-needed emotional reconciliation!
I remember how the episode titles were revealed, bit by bit, and how I and others speculated on what they’d spell out! I remember when the fandom obsessed over the Witch’s Apprentice game and its relics, for clues and new lore after each episode, the little hints here or there! I was freaked out by characters like Belos, who lived up to my hopes and expectations- First being alluded to by name, then his amazing appearance… And then his voice and mannerisms and everything about him! And when the Season Finale came out…
Well, there was relief. But there was a bittersweet emptiness- That it was over! The first season was over! There was a celebratory triumph, of course- We finally wrapped up the first, major arc of the show, the first batch of episodes that had been worked upon, the whole thing now unveiled and appreciated! But I was a little dismayed because a part of me KNEW a hiatus much longer than the previous one was ahead of me, and I did not handle the mid-season hiatus well. Of course, then Dana had her Reddit AMA, and the charity livestream; Both of which NOURISHED me creatively, and have helped to fill out the wait! To carry out my momentum, to not flounder about in hiatus; I invested myself into more meta, into various posts, etc. I read fanfiction that genuinely floored me, obsessed over fanart, etc.
I supported the show’s release on Disney Plus, ecstatic to get this kind of ready access. I revisited past episodes and characters, looking at them in a new light, appreciating things; Like Luz’s relationship with fantasy… King’s surprising development, all of Eda’s little hints and clues. There’s been an emotional catharsis with these characters for me- And I genuinely feel like I’ve been a lot happier lately because of this show! I’ve met so many other blogs and gotten to know them, seen their ideas and displayed mine as we appreciated one another… I even remember doing another blog’s fanart prompt prior to the show’s release, in preparation!
I feel like The Owl House has genuinely given me a new appreciation for meta, for fandom and analysis… For headcanons, for writing my own stories and contributing my own ideas and speculations, etc.! It’s contributed SO much joy to me as a hyperfixation, and rapidly risen through my blog as my most frequent tag! And even as I explore other fandoms and hyperfixations, both then and now, especially to pass on this crippling hiatus… This show holds a VERY special place in my heart for me. It’s really made me feel for these characters, the love and sadness, the excitement and sense of comfort… Its love and emotions, angst and found family, lore and speculation, it hits so hard to me in a way that other media hasn’t!
It’s provided representation- Such as canonically queer characters, or protagonists who speak so well to the neurodivergent experience for many people! I’ve had delight in seeing people suggest Amity as autistic, when before Season 1B, I lowkey headcanoned and saw her as such- So seeing more evidence for this resonated deeply in my heart! I remember all of the discussion about King as a character, the confusion and talk about whether or not he WAS a King of Demons, when that first announcement in 2018 had made a similar claim… I looked forward to Eda and Lilith’s relationship, speculated on who cursed Eda, and remembered when I’d considered the Blights as a potential culprit! I remember thinking about Hooty, wondering what his deal is- And thinking then and now about that Owl Deity mural in the Owl House! Watching Luz’s development as a character and as a witch, seeing her become more proficient with magic until it finally pays off with her squaring up against Belos, and wounding him- I’d never felt so proud of a character and their progress before!
There’s still so many more questions and mystery, lore… as well as just genuine character interactions, to look forward to! I think The Owl House is one of my favorite shows of all time… It’s deeply touched me as a person and creator, and I genuinely strive to create something even close to this one day. This show has inspired me, made me laugh and cry, compelled me to creatively make content; It’s introduced me to a wider fandom that I genuinely feel like a part of, had me meet other mutuals… It really is something special to me. And while I am eager for Season 2, I also want to appreciate what Dana Terrace and her crew have already established. I love this show’s art style and animation, the designs and overall weirdness of its characters- I love speculating and thinking about them, getting more and more details, and so forth.
If it’s for a better product, I’m fine waiting for Season 2. And honestly, I love what we already have, and I’ve done a lot with so many people. I’ve even looked over supplementary materials and stuff posted by the crew or news articles, in my need for content… And I love every bit of update, art, and/or acknowledgement of the show’s hiatus, and Season 2’s development! There’s so much to look forward to… And there’s so much that I’ve enjoyed, after plenty of anticipation!
Thank you @danaterrace, and everyone who worked on this- For everything. It really is crazy to reflect on this entire year, to realize it’s been a full year since that first episode, since that first premiere that lit up my world like Luz’s light spells; And it feels like such a milestone that we’ve reached! I look forward to what comes next, and I also intend to keep appreciating and cherishing what we’ve already gotten. Here’s to this show’s second year, people- It’s been such a journey to look back on and remember each step, each phase, each particular moment and stage… And I can only imagine what will come next! This show has SUCH a special place in my heart, and has made me feel in so many ways I haven’t before!
Happy Birthday, The Owl House! You’ve earned it!
#the owl house#toh#owl house#the owl house luz#luz noceda#the owl house eda#edalyn clawthorne#the owl house king#lumity#happy birthday#dana terrace#ramblings#nostalgia#meta
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