@fclieadeuxx sent: I guess I'm not the forgiving type

               ˜”*°•.     She  couldn’t  demand  forgiveness  of  the  other .  She  couldn’t  force  good  will  nor  respect  nor  love .  She’d  missed  her .  After  years  and  years  grieving  for  her  lost  daughter,  her  little  girl  was  finally  there .  Alive ,  well .  Her  survival  maybe  nothing  but  Wilford’s  way  of  punishing  her  -  but  did  it  matter  ?  Alexandra  was  alive .  Maybe  distrustful ,  cruel ,  distant,  but  at  least  alive .

❝ I  don’t  blame  you . ❞  Demanding  any  different  kind  of  treatment  would’ve  been unfair,  after  all .  She  should  have  looked  for  her,  she  should  have  made  sure  she  was  on  the  train ,  she  should  have  for  once  spent  a  moment  being  a  decent  mother .   Yet,  she  hadn’t .  And  now  ?  Now  she  assumed  this  was  the  kindest  punishment  she  could  receive .   But  it  didn’t  mean  she  was  going  to  stop  trying .  Fighting  for  her ,  for  them .  It  didn’t  mean  she  was  going  to  give  up  on  her .  But  she  couldn’t  give  up  on  the  train  either .

❝ But if  we  could  spend  just  ten  minutes …  if  we  could  talk …  that  would  mean  a  lot . ❞  Ten  minutes  after  so  many  years  of   nothingness .  How  could  ten  minutes  ever  be  enough ?  

@fclieadeuxx sent: ❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

alma hummed to acknowledge she heard melanie, though remained unable to tear her gaze away just yet, lost in a spiral of thoughts that weren’t necessarily good – hence the frown in her expression. “mhm. i still have to get used to having you around. you’re always able to read me.” she could not help a soft smile from appearing even before her eyes found the other woman, eyeing her curiously. “i was just thinking back to when i first saw you again those few weeks ago, alive and well. in all these years, the hope of you somehow having made it through was a luxury i could not afford. so, i still find myself struggling to believe that you’re actually here with me right now. almost as if afraid of waking up at a certain point, as if only a dream that i do not wish to wake up from..” a soft sigh in annoyance escaped as she reached out as if on instinct, fingertips tracing the other’s arm almost subconsciously, a reminder that this was all very real. she didn’t deal well with uncertainty, at least not with uncertainty that she could not do anything about right away; emotions always carried such uncertainty. not that she had to tell melanie about that, and yet.. “and i feel very uneasy that it’s not a problem i can fix with a practical solution. i'd much rather have a power outage to deal with instead.”

@fclieadeuxx liked this for a starter {{&&lan&moiraine}}

lan looked at moiraine. now that their bond was healed, he felt.. almost whole. was it his heart break that he felt? or moiraines? or was it both of theirs? ❝do you think we'll ever see her again?❞ he did not want to say her name, because he was sure it would hurt moiraine. siuan probably did the right thing, or what she believed to be the right thing, just in a terribly wrong way. he obeyed her as the seat, but he could see the pain in moiraine's eyes, and that made it hard to honor her as such. but he could have also been talking about the wisdom, nynaeve. his heart had broken too, but it was a choice both made. she to become an aes sedai and he because he was moiraine's warder, and no matter what he felt for nynaeve, he could not live if that bond was broken.

@fclieadeuxx : forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's. for lyra.

it’s one of few tender things shes ever done. most young girls— ones who’d have grown in a house like hers— would have held their doll this way, arms awkwardly shouldered despite the earnest in their attempts of fulfilling a role, visions they’d seen and had burned into their gaze of their mothers. the nannies. the relatives who would visit to fawn over their newly welcomed infants.

marisa’s hands, once similarly untrained, are deft palms that grew to cross and soothe the woes of the impoverished faces of street children. urchins who gawk at her, bug - eyed in wonderment as though their hearts were starved of her warmth, as if she’d come from the pictures of a book they hadn’t read of the most beautiful golden sunset. they are hands made of tender flesh, bathed and polished and very cared for, until the backs have been kissed by both self - proclaimed holy men and heretics, adhering to formal courtesies and complimenting the gentle, striking scent of her perfume.

all of these things, much like the letters she writes, are never wielded with the genuine sentiment of those aspiring young girls. which might be— must be why, there’s something so peculiar about having them reunite with the only thing they’ve ever lovingly forged. that the same walls which beckon to the catalyst of lyra’s conception— warped as they were with time, and secrecy, and bored holes from the faiths above watching them just as they’d watched lyra’s parents prior— were the only thing keeping her safe.

lyra’s forehead is cold against hers, despite the stubborn spark of the small fire triumphing onward, and her nose is nipped a rosy pink by the icy wind whistling along.

how terribly heavy she is, in her arms when she cradles her.

she’s dressed with an attitude much like the fire, stubborn and unwilling to stray from its purpose beneath all of the imposed subtlety of her mother’s mentoring, something she doesn’t appear to have tucked away into her pockets, nor her dæmon. but her brow is gentle, soothed with marisa’s thumb until the line fades from its miniscule error, and suddenly she becomes as light as the peculiar little thing in her arms over a decade ago, deathly quiet in her arms too wide, whilst her forehead rests to hers in an unspoken atonement.

@fclieadeuxx

Was that a disguised compliment ? Playfulness slowly embraced his expression, as innocently, he desired knowing more about all the stupid things she was doing … or no, something more interesting. Was what the thing who attracting her to such exploration ? Inside an short thoughtfulness, he mused amusingly around that word stupid. He would need an certain meaning on that coming from her lips. Did she meant, all Ravenclaw and intellectually talented she was, she didn't used her brain as she must be ? Did she meant she perceived all whole road missing to her about touching an desired perfection ? Because there was other examples of stupid he could bring --- associated to two names actually. ❝ I do appreciate how much my influence is an good one~ ❞ He expressed innocently. Flattery cannot helped to showing up soon enough within his face. Yeah, such sentences was quite an compliment. Especially coming from her. Who know why ! As for cause, for an short moment, he pondered about how twist circumstances inside an nice playground part. ❝ I am so radiant that perhaps you want to catch up with this sun~ Poor dazzling sun, can you see my gentle presence in front of you~ ❞ Hopefully, she will bounce back towards what he was implying, as he insisted in his tone, with his proud dramatic gestures and the brightness he was actually joking. What do she expect ? That he might get worried she was all over the place because of his presence ? That he might not be flattered he managed to bring enough mental distraction into someone ? He was searching to made Potter brain work better and was annoyed about how stupid he remained ! How he can't not feeling pleased ? ❝ Though, I'm interested, what kind of stupid things ? ❞

so I went through my drafts and found myself really only knowing how to respond to one of them lol I realize now that this was one of the main reasons I went inactive, not knowing how to respond to these current threads, HOWEVER, with that being said, I still want to continue these threads, just at new points, so to let you know I'm gonna be reaching out soon to plot or I might just write you a random starter (and feel free to reach out to me if you feel up to it as well <3): @unbeleveable , @aercnaut , @silvertonguc , @secondbetrayer , @miss-polly , @2kyears , @fclieadeuxx , @materardens , @ofherdowlingohara , @clochanam , @sorrowsick , @unfogged , @fantasywritten , @iworryalotdarling , @nightmdic , @halfvampirehalflycan , @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

@fclieadeuxx sent: 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰

               ˜”*°•.     A  utopian  world ,  where  peace  and  happiness  prevailed .  A  fair  world ,  where  fear  didn’t  lurk .  Yet ,  a  world  that  was  just  that ;  utopian .  For  even  though ,  she’d  always  wanted  to  believe  that  bringing  justice  and  balance  could  go  side  by  side,  experience  said  otherwise .  A  train  on  the  verge  of  derailing  every  time  a  part  was  missing  or  a  class  was  protesting .  The  whole  humanity  depending  on  how  tortured  the  tail  was,  how  many  people  were  locked  in  the  dorms,  how  happy  the  first  class  was .  It’d  been  a  jungle  ever  since  the  beginning .  And  yet ,  there  they  were  once  more ;  in  the  middle  of  the  chaos ,  seeking  desperately  for  a  way  to  survive.  A  way  that  many  could  perhaps  dislike ,  yet  a  way  that  was  necessary  for  the  world’s  survival .

❝ And  yet,  it’s  our  choice  to  not  stay  in  them  for  too  long . ❞  Shadows  had  always  existed ,  and  would  always  do  indeed .  However,  even  in  the  darkest  of  times,  she’d  seen  this  train  survive ,  live .  So ,  maybe  this  world  was  not  too  bright  maybe  the  happy  moments  were  not  uncountable ,  they  were  still  not  swallowed  by  the  shadows,  though .  ❝ Hope  can  be   a  powerful  shield.  These  people  know  it  well .  ❞

               ˜”*°•.     Madness  was  such  a  small  word  to  describe  the  mess  slowly  pulling  him  in .  To  face  charges   something  that  should’ve  never  happened  -  what  were  his  sponsors   doing,  anyway ?  They’d  never  let  a  single  consequence  come  his  way ,  and  yet  suddenly  he  was  to  face  inspection ?  The  threat  of  losing  his  license ?  It’d  been  insane  already  that  he’d  been  forbidden  from  participating  in  the  fourth  race  of  the  season  till  the  law  situation  was  fixed .  Racing  was  racing  and  racing  came  with  accidents ,  crashes ,  violence.  It  was  nothing  new ,  nothing  tragical ,  nothing  the  extraordinary .  And  yet,  there  he  was ;  sitting  opposite  his  now  lawyer,  his  desire  to  break  everything  inside  the room  only  growing  stronger  and stronger at  every  given  second. 

❝ Just  keep  in  mind  I  am  paying  you  really  good  money . ❞  He  pointed  out  -  tone  demanding ,  a  warning  lurking  underneath .  If  the  case  was  lost ,  he’d  be  destroyed .  His  career  would  crumble ,  his  father  would  kill  him ,  it’d  be  all  over .  The  public  was  by  his  side ,  perhaps,  reputation    helpful  among  the  media indeed ,  yet  what  about  the  jury  ?  He couldn't exactly smile at them and earn their mercy. ❝ I  want  nothing  less  than  a  victory . ❞  He stated - eyes meeting hers .  ❝  am  I  clear ? ❞ 

Plotted/Surprise Starter: @fclieadeuxx

@fclieadeuxx sent: 𝔦 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯

               ˜”*°•.    There  was  a  surprise  creeping  into  her  face  at  first .  A surprise  slowly  becoming  amusement ,  for  who  exactly  did  Moiraine  think  she  was  ?  Grabbing  the  role  of  the  hero ,  naming  herself  what ?  Great  and  unstoppable  ?  For  so  long  had  she  stayed  away  from  the  Tower,  wandering  around  the  lands ,  and  none  had  seemed  to  mind  nor  question  her  motives  a  tiny  bit .  And  yet ,  something  had  changed .  The  Tower  had  changed .  Moiraine’s  position  had  changed .  No  longer  the  well-respected,  well-loved  Aes  Sedai  that  could  do  as  she  wished  and  face  no  consequence .  The  news  about  the  Dragon  Reborn  had  quickly  travelled  across  every  town  and  every  villlage ,  after  all .  The  prophecy  fullfilled  in  its  own  way ;  not  how  their  Lord  would  have  wanted ,  and  neither  how  Amyrlin  Seat  would  have  wanted.  And  this ...  oh  this  brought  the  two  sides  into  even  grounds .  While  Morain  Sedai ?  She’d  made  an  enemy  out  of  both .

❝  Remember what ? ❞   Question  came  with a hint of sarcasm.  Never  had  they  been  on  the  best  terms,  this  was  an  undeniable  fact .  However ,  it  wasn’t  about  the  Blue  and  the  Red  Ajah  anymore ,  was  it ?  Moiraine  was  thought  to  be  a  traitor  together  with  many  of  her  beloved  companions .  She  had  to  know  she  was  treading  a  dangerous  path .  And  this  ?  This  little  move  of  hers ,  her  will  to  look  all  empathetic ?  The  whole  Black  Aija  craved  to  see  her  head  served  on  a  silver  plate  , the White Tower too . If either side learned about her current whereabouts, well ... they would throw a party . ❝  How you kept betraying our Tower or how Amyrlin Seat ordered that you're found ? ❞

@fclieadeuxx sent: 𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱

               ˜”*°•.    Wrong  ever  since  the  beginning  had  they  been  with  Selene  -  yet  there  they  were,  pulling each  other  like  a  magnet  and  burning  in  the  wildest  of  fires .  To  remember  or  to  forget  -  two  minds  desperately  craving  another  love .   Even  after  all  these  months ,  Egwene’s  face  impossible  to  erase .  He  missed  her .  He  missed  the  memories  they’d  spent  together ,  the  happy  and  the  sad   - and  he  wanted  them  back .  Their  time  feeling  so  little  out  of  a  sudden ,  so  inadequate  -  the  dreams  he’d  once  had  for  them  ?  now  foolish ,  childish ,  naïve .  It  was  fine ,  though.   Egwene  was  in  the  White  Tower  training  to  be  an  Aes  Sedai  like  she’d  always  wanted .  She  was  happy.  She  was  safe .  She  had  to  be . 

The  view  from  the  mountains  had  always  soothed  him .  Seeing  the  world  from  such  height  making  everything  look  simpler ,  controllable .   The  voice  inside  his  head  for  once  silenced .  It  was  nice .  Forgetting  about  the  countdown  towards  insanity  -  forgetting  that  Selene  was  temporal  too .  That  sooner  or  later  this  curse  inside  of  him  would  have  him  walking  as  far  away  from  this  land  as  possible .  He’d  already  lost  control  once  -  and  hurting  Selene  ?  he  would  never  forgive  himself .

Still,  when he saw her , he offered a small smile .  ❝ You  didn’t . ❞  Came  the  assurance .   ❝ Here .  Take  a  seat  if  you  want . ❞ 

@fclieadeuxx sent: 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. 𝔘𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔱.

               ˜”*°•.     More  and  more  difficult  was  it  becoming ;  to  tell  the  truth  from  the  lie ,  the  reality  from  the  delusion .  His  gaze  moved  to  Moiraine  -  was  she  hurt  ?  The  sight  feeling  so  real ,  the  blood  looking  so  true ,  yet  it’d  happened  before .   The  Dark  Lord  teasing  him  with  fairytales  -  as  if  his mind  was  a  playground  to  play  in .   Her  voice  barely  reached  his  ears .  Dreaming ,  it  was  just  a  dream .   But  what  if  it  wasn’t  ?   What  if  she  was  indeed  on  the  ground  ?  What  if  the  monsters  were  real ?  What  if  they  were  going  to  die  if  he  stood  there  doing  nothing ?

For  a  brief  moment  gaze  met  hers .  Time  was  moving  slow ,  too  slow .  But it’d  happened  so  fast  -  monsters  coming  out  of  nowhere ,  his  bow  thrown  away ,  Moiraine  attacked .  She  was  right .  He  could  fight  them ,  he  could  stop  them  -  the  cost  barely  of  importance  now  .  Focus . He was the Dragon Reborn , he could channel . Yet, the fear felt blinding , and the monsters were everywhere . Focus. The world had to be saved - Moraine had to be saved.

Power .  It  was  power  running  through  every  inch  of  his  body .  Filling  veins  and  mind  its  sense  felt  almost  hypnotizing .  Light .  Light  engulfed  arms  and  body,  everything  for  a  moment  feeling  like  a  lie .  Egwene .  Her face still vivid in his head . it  was  for  her .  It  was  all  for  her .  She  needed  Moraine more than she needed him .  She  needed  guidance .  She  needed  to  make  her  dreams  come  true .  She needed to have a life - she deserved to have a life .

He  opened  his  eyes ,  power  suddenly  washing  over  the  whole  place  -  monsters  pushed  away ,  killed .  His mind still bewitched within the grasp of power . And  yet ,  he  didn’t  even  give  them  a  second  look .  He  rushed  over  Moiraine  instead ,  knelt  next  to  her .  ❝ Are  you  alright ? ❞  He  asked ,  worry  creeping  into  both  his  face  and  tone .    He  couldn’t  afford  losing  her  right  now . The world couldn't afford it.

@fclieadeuxx sent: 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴, 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱?

               ˜”*°•.     If  looks  could  kill ,  hers  would  have  burned  the  other  to   the  ground .  Much  had  changed  since  Emma’s  arrival ,  after  all  -  Henry ,  as  much  as  she  hated  to  admit  it ,  looking  happier ,  too  ,  more  open .  And  it  pained  her .  As  selfish  as  it  might’ve  been ,  as  unfair ,  it  just  felt  wrong ;  a  stranger  coming  to  steal  all  she’d  built  for  so  long .  Maybe  she  should  be  happy ,  relieved  that  at  least  he  felt  better  -  but  Storybrooke  had  become  hell .  A  single  step  outside  her  house  feeling  like  the  most  eternal  of  torments .

❝ If  I  wanted  your  personal  input ,  I  would  have  asked  for  it . ❞  A  smile  accompanied  words  of  a  similarly  sarcastic  nature .   The encounter  challenging   itself  -  for  as  much  as  the  situation   between  them  had  begun  to  improve ,  her  mere  presence  still  managed  to  infuriate  her  greatly .  And  so ,  when  she  decided  to  open  the  door  after  many  days  of  refusing  to  do  so ,   the  sarcasm  tossed  right  into  her  face  was … to put it lightly unappreciated .    ❝ I  hope  you  have  a  good  reason  to  be  here ,  ms.  Swan . ❞

Inside following weeks I'll be even more invested inside my replies for @thenightmareofyourdrems & @fclieadeuxx ... for had listened to inner desire & actually decided to deal with 2 millions of words of Wheel of Time books who had been in my wishlist since a while ... meanwhile catch up season 2 !

I never say no to built meta files over something who have many. Surprise will be if reading end up as traumatizing as Death Cure book edition ( where I'm also traumatized by the movie, so used trump card to Rewrite Canon For Fix It) !

@aercnaut @silvertonguc @secondbetrayer @unbeleveable @evebeforethefall @maramcna @mrscoultxr @mothersmalice @fclieadeuxx @fullintenticns @dreamscaught

and an alternative chart alignment based on style

(also I should note the reason coram is in the slay tier is purely because of his daemon bc of how pretty she is, and also yes, ma costa being a boss ass bitch gave her major style points so she's also in the slay tier. all characters in the slay tier are stylish as hell in their own ways. also in the attempt was made tier, I feel like they tried very hard to be a slay but it just didn't happen, I almost put john faa in slay but ultimately decided that his style just wasn't slay enough, his outfits were just too plain for my tastes, I would've loved to see him with a bit more flourish but I will say that he is the most slay out of the an attempt was made tier. in hindsight, I realize I could've put him in she's okay I guess, but like, angelica and john parry didn't seem to be actively trying to be a slay, but they were still pretty alright regardless in terms of style, but john faa I feel like was trying to be a slay. this maybe only will make sense to me. also carlo, yes, by pure aesthetics, he is very slay, but him as a person is so anti-slay that he got put in an attempt was made. the only reason this sexist fucker isn't in garbage is because he does have some fashion sense. but his creepy, rancid vibes still make him very anti-slay. he tried really hard to be a slay and his shit personality ruined it for him, that's how it goes)

but yeah do this yourselves (even though I completely believe that my definitive ranking is completely correct)