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bet-on-me-13 · 3 months

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The Villains Daughter

So! Years ago, back when the Justice League was only just starting out, only a year or two after their initial team-up, they had one of their biggest battles to date. A group of Extra-Dimensional Beings had burst into their reality, hellbent on destroying a Government Facility and the nearby small town in Illinois.

They barely managed to beat the Invading Army back, although the Government Facility and a part of the nearby Town had been destroyed in the battle.

Later, they would learn about what had happened. Apparently the Government Base, called a GIW Facility, had managed to finally Crack the secret to Interdimensional Travel a few days earlier. Unfortunately, they had opened a Portal into a Dimension known as the Ghost Zone, ruled over by a Tyrant King who wanted to enslaved all world under him. Their Breaching of the GZ had alerted the Tyrant King to the existence of their Dimension, and he had launched an immediate Invasion to try and take it over.

And the evidence supported this.

Wonder Woman shared Legends of her People, telling that their Founding Ancestor had fled the rule of a Tyrant King when she passed into the Afterlife.

Zatara shared his Magic Tomes, showing them passages detailing the horrific Rule of the Tyrant King of the Infinite Realms.

They even asked Boston Brand, the Deadman and resident Ghost about it. He hadn't been the the Ghost Zone in Years, but even he told them that he had personally fled the Tyrant King.

And they also learned that when the Tyrant King set his eyes on something, he did not falter on his Warpath to acquire it. The Tyrant King, Pariah Dark, would be back for their World, again and again.

And they needed to be prepared. This Battle was what kickstarted their true Commitment to the idea of a Team. They knew they could not defeat Pariah Dark alone, so they needed to remain as a Team.

But there was another thing that came about from the Battle.

While the JLA had been helping clean up, Wonder Woman came across a strange sight. A Baby had been left in the rubble of the GIW Building.

She asked around, investigated, and did all she could to find the babies parents. At first she thought that one of the GIW Agents had brought their kid to work that day, but their records indicated that none of the Agents had children of that Age. And Neither did any of the other workers who worked on the base, like the Janitors or the Kitchen Staff. And of they did, all of their children were accounted for.

She eventually came to the conclusion that the Baby must belong to somebody in the nearby Town, but that lead led nowhere either.

She finally came to the conclusion that the Baby's parents must have died in the Invasion, a very unfortunate but very real possibility. She was going to place her into the System, but over the course of her investigation she had grown fond of the Child.

She decided to Adopt the baby herself. She didn't know the child's name, so she had to come up with a new one.

"How do you like the name, Stella?"

The baby gurgled in delight.

...

Over the next decade of their Teams Existence, the Justice League had to fend off the Legions of the Ghost King's Army many more times. It seemed that Pariah had grown wise to the fact that they were the ones defending the Human Realm, as almost all of the later attacks were directed on them personally.

It made sense, they were the First Line of Defense against his Armies, if he managed to defeat them, their World would soon fall.

But they dealt with the attacks as they came. They had made it their mission to defend their Home from the Forced of Pariah Darks Army, and they would not falter now, or ever.

In the case of Wonder Woman, he Daughter had grown to be a fine little lady. Stella had eventually developed Powers similar to her mother, in that she could fly and had super strength, and had begged to be trained as a Hero.

And who was Diana to deny her Daughter her greatest wish? Over the next 5 years, Diana trained Stella in the ways of the Amazon's. Then, when Stella was 15, she had her join the newly formed Young Justice.

She made a great group of friends on that Team, and even started going by Ellie as a Nickname. Her best friend was by far Conner, though she didn't know why she felt such a strong connection to him? It felt like she could relate to him, but her situation was completely different?

Ah well, her Mom wouldn't mind having another kid, would she? She always wanted a Brother!

...

Meanwhile in the Ghost Zone, the Ghost King was getting anxious. After 15 years, his Agents in the Human Realm had finally managed to set up the Ritual needed to Summon Him into the Human Realm.

Who knew that accepting the Ghost King's Throne would bar him from entering the Human Realm through normal Means? He couldn't even use the Portal, he needed to be summoned or he simply wouldn't be able to leave his new home dimension.

But now, it was almost time. Just another year or two, and he would finally be able to enter the Human Realm. He would finally be able to Find Her. His Daugther.

Danny would finally be able to reunite with his daughter, Ellie.

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Justice League #Wonder Woman #Diana adopts Ellie #Ellie was kidnapped by the GIW #Ellie was deaged so her Core would be able to grow alongside her Body #She doesn't know she even has powers aside from her flight and strength #They all just think that he is an unregistered classification of Metahuman and that's why her blood work didn't come back with a Meta Gene #Ellie Joins Young Justice #She is extremely uncomfortable when Superman rejects Connor but she doesn't know why #The Justice League thinks that Danny is a Villain #They think that he is Pariah Dark #Just under a new name #The whole world thinks that Danny is the greatest Supervillain to ever live #Including Ellie #She does not react well when she finds out that the World Greatest Evil is her Dad #Especially since she doesn't have the context #Danny attacked the JLA because she could sense that they had his daughter #He thought they were working with the GIW

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shakespeareanwannabe · 21 days

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As You Wish, Chapter 9

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, poor military references, references to cancer and chemotherapy, cursing, preteen shenanigans, anxiety

32nd Street Naval Station, 13 years ago

Jake’s gulp was the only movement he made as he lined up amongst the other aviators and sailors, on solid ground again for the first time in six months. It was sweltering hot in San Diego and even the lightweight material of his khaki uniform did nothing to prevent the sweat from dripping down his neck. All he wanted was to get changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and grab a beer at the Hard Deck, knowing he would be reuniting with the other members of Dagger Squad after half a year away.

He, Javy, Bob and Phoenix had been deployed together, thank god, but he was anxious to see everyone else, a thought that would have rocked him back on his heels even a year ago. He still wasn’t known as the greatest team player they had, but he had surprised even himself when he had bonded with the other aviators he was stationed at Top Gun with. Payback’s wife had been expecting when they left, Fanboy’s mom going through chemo, while Rooster was left to run training simulations with Maverick, and Jake wanted to hear about all of it.

Yet, he was left standing in formation as those around him started to disperse, their family members and friends tapping them out. Jake allowed himself a little sigh as he saw people searching left and right for their loved ones. Once upon a time, his parents would have made the journey out to release him from his duties, but they were older and more hesitant to fly now. He knew his grandfather would have made the trip from Texas, but he hadn’t even mentioned it to the man. Jake straightened his shoulders. Hopefully, Javy’s mama had made the trip. Auntie Thea loved Jake almost as much as he loved her, and he knew that she would tap him out if she saw him standing there.

His shoulders almost drooped when Stella, the tattoo artist Javy had been seeing for a few weeks before deployment, approached and nearly tackled his best friend. Shit. There went that plan. Natasha’s sister had already tapped her out, the two of them smiling back at him teasingly as they strolled away, leaving Jake and Bob standing there amongst the other crewmen who hadn’t been found by their loved ones. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, and while he knew that Nat would feel like shit and apologize if she found out he was the last one standing there on the tarmac, a heavy weight settled over his heart. There was nothing more disheartening than to realize you had nobody to welcome you home after six months at sea.

“Bobby!��

Jake almost winced. Even shy, quiet Bob Floyd had someone there who cared about him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman—the beautiful woman, too beautiful for Baby On Board Floyd to be able to pull—hugged the WSO tightly, officially releasing him from his duties.

“Hey kiddo,” he heard Bob say softly, hugging the woman gently. “How’ve you been?”

“Excited to have finally finished my masters,” she shrugged. “And looking forward to getting to spend some time with my big brother before diving into the post-grad job search. So, how was it? I know you can’t tell me much, but how was it?”

Bob chuckled softly. “Let’s just say, I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” she replied, giving him a slight nudge as he bent to pick up his gear. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I think the squad is planning on getting drinks tonight at the Hard Deck,” he offered as he shuffled his bag onto his shoulder. “They’re probably already there. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“Why most of them?” she asked as they slowly started to walk away. “Did some of your other friends get deployed too?”

Bob shook his head as they passed in front of Jake, lowering his voice. “I don’t think so. Some of us are still waiting to get tapped out, though.” Bob shot Jake an apologetic glance, and his friend followed his gaze.

“Is he one of your friends?” she asked quietly. Jake’s eyes strained against the sunlight as he stared dead ahead, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as the tarmac grew more and more empty.

“I guess you could say that,” Bob murmured. “That’s Hangman.”

“Ohhh…” Jake could almost imagine the dawning of realization on the woman’s face as she remembered the less than flattering stories Bob had undoubtedly shared with her. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake blinked as the woman appeared right in front of him, smiling softly. “Do you not have anyone to tap you out, Hangman?” she asked quietly, eyes soft and bright. Jake couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Oh right, you’re not supposed to break formation or talk or anything until you’re tapped out, right?” She placed a warm hand on Jake’s shoulder, and he allowed himself to relax. “There. That’s better.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he murmured, bending to grab his bag.

Bob stepped closer. “Hangman, this is my sister.”

She rolled her eyes and offered him her hand, stating her name with a smile. “I’m pretty sure introducing me as his sister was supposed to be some sort of warning for you not to mess with me,” she whispered slyly to him, sticking her tongue out at her brother as he sighed.

“I would never, ma’am,” he smirked over at Bob and lowered his head over her hand, kissing the warm, silky skin softly.

“I already regret everything,” Bob muttered as the three started walking towards the parking lot.

She grinned at him, and Jake felt something inside himself stir. It wasn’t often that the mere sight of a pretty smile gave him that feeling in his chest, but something about Bob Floyd’s sister smiling at him made his heart feel like he had just run back-to-back marathons.

“So, Hangman, do you have a ride to this Hard Deck place?” she asked as they approached a rental convertible.

He found himself smiling back at her. Not his signature smirk or his flirty grin, but an actual Seresin Smile. “No, ma’am, I don’t. And please, call me Jake.”

“Jake…” the sound of his name on her lips made something in his brain short out, and he found himself wanting to get to know everything he could about this woman beside him.

The dopey smile on his face must have given him away because Bob groaned again. “I really regret everything.”

Hotel Zaza, Downtown Austin, Texas, Now

The days after their Zoom call had been hectic, to say the least. Bob had been able to coordinate flights that would put them in Austin Friday night, so they could be ready for their meeting on Saturday afternoon. Rooster had kept in contact with Natasha and given her the name of the hotel that Savannah had insisted they stay at, because it was her number one choice for a wedding venue. Buttercup’s agent had been able to get them adjoining rooms in the hotel, pulling the ‘fairly famous and well-off author’ card when the hotel had balked at the last-minute reservation.

Charlie was immensely grateful for her aunt and uncle organizing their trip, because she had spent the days between the call and the flight getting to know her mother, as Charlie this time, not as Abby. It was even more wonderful than getting to know her the first time, and she felt a bit silly about her fears that her mother wouldn’t love her if she wasn’t Abby. If anything, Buttercup’s adoration for her had only grown once Charlie had started acting more like herself. They had spent the whole flight to Texas chatting and giggling, watching old movies and sharing stories about their lives. By the time they disembarked in Texas, Charlie felt even closer to her mother than she had before.

Now, however, she was seeing a brand-new side to her mother, one that she wasn’t even sure Abby had seen before.

Buttercup’s hands were folded tightly under her chin as she surveyed the contents of her suitcase, her weight was shifting back and forth, and her breath was coming in short gasps.

“I-I don’t see why it matters what I wear, Nat,” she murmured, her wide eyes scanning over the clothes that had been neatly tucked into her rose gold case. “It’s just my ex-husband, his new fiancée, and my daughter.”

“Because it’s your ex-husband,” Nat replied with an eye roll. “Pull a Princess Di and revenge dress the shit out of him!”

“Language,” Buttercup murmured, though there was no real heat behind the warning. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Nat.”

“Then why’re you shaking in your boots?”

Buttercup backed up and slumped into one of the armchairs in the suite. The room was sheer opulence, large and clean and beautiful in a way that Charlie had never seen before. She had to hand it to her, Savannah sure knew how to pick her potential venues.

“Because I haven’t seen him for over a decade and he stopped answering my calls about the custody arrangement and now he’s getting married to someone who is arguably way too young for him and here I am, still single and unable to recognize that our daughters swapped places!”

Natasha sighed, but Charlie stepped in front of her mother before her aunt could say anything. “It’s going to be okay, mom,” she said. “Abby and I will be there, and so will Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat, and Uncle Roo and Uncle Javy.”

Buttercup chuckled tearily. “Look at you, Charlie. Talking me down.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry, honey. I need to pull myself together. You don’t need to be parenting me.”

Charlie giggled. “I’m not. I’m just telling you what you told me when I was freaking out about the lecture I’m probably gonna get from Dad.”

Buttercup giggled and pulled Charlie into a hug. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom,” Charlie pulled away. “Why don’t you pick something that makes you feel good to wear? That way you feel confident when you see dad again?”

Buttercup grinned. “I like the way you think, honey.”

Standing up, Buttercup moved to her suitcase and dug around, eventually pulling out a lacy green dress with a gold chain belt.

“I wore this to my first book signing,” Buttercup grinned. “Forest Windows won a Women’s Prize for Fiction that year, and I’ve considered it my lucky dress ever since.”

“I think it’s perfect,” Charlie smiled.

Nat grinned. “It’s no LBD, but you look hot in it, and that’s all that matters.”

Buttercup rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. “Thanks, Nat. I’m going to shower and get dressed. Did your father text you to say that he had arrived yet?”

Charlie shook her head. “No…he didn’t. I’ll check in with Abby and see what their ETA is.”

“Sounds good,” Buttercup smiled, the tug of her lips still strained but not as stressed. “I’ll be out in a bit.”

Once the door had clicked shut and they could hear the water running, Natasha turned on her.

“Your dad still has no idea, right?”

Charlie nodded quickly. “Abby, Javy, and Rooster have kept him and Savannah in the dark. Dad still thinks he’s with me, and he has no idea that we’re waiting for him here.”

Natasha nodded grimly. “Your mom’s gonna be in there for a bit, hyping herself up. What’s Abby’s ETA?”

“They’re five minutes out,” Charlie confirmed, checking her phone again to check Abby’s shared location.

“Okay. You go down and meet up with Abby, away from where your dad can see you, okay?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Auntie Nat. That was my part of the plan.”

Natasha playfully shuddered. “You’ve got so much of Hangman’s attitude in you, it’s spooky sometimes. I’ll go let your uncle know to keep your mom occupied in the room until we give him the signal, then I’ll head down and be ready to run interference if I have to. Ready?”

Charlie’s heart leapt. “Ready.”

“…and then we have a meeting with the florist at 4 pm, and they’re a high-class place, so no mucky cowboy boots and jeans, okay, Jakey?”

Abby held back her gag as Savannah droned on about her wedding itinerary. She had been talking about it since they left the ranch over 3 hours ago. What should have been a 2-hour drive at most had stretched on because Savannah had to keep getting out and taking pictures to ‘document the experience’, and each time, Abby had to control her eye roll. It wasn’t worth it, and, besides, there were three things keeping her Zen.

1. She’d promised her dad that she would try to be accepting of Savannah. As upset as she and Charlie were about how he had handled things, and as much as Savannah turned her stomach, she wanted her dad to be happy, so she had agreed to grin and bear it for the duration of the visit.

2. Rooster and Javy were there, and while Rooster might have fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the road, Javy was awake and keeping her entertained with dramatic eye rolls and faux gagging every time Savannah opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her father had caught on to their antics or not, but Abby was sure having a good time.

And, most importantly, 3. Her family was waiting for them at the hotel. She would finally get to hug her mother and tease her aunt and uncle about all the stories Javy and Rooster had filled her in on.

Jake sighed and pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Yes, Savannah. I promise I will be dressed appropriately.”

“Thank you, sugar,” Savannah flounced and exited the car, leaving her two suitcases for her fiancé to unload.

“Dude, I—”

“I know what you’re about to say, Coyote, but don’t. Okay? Just…don’t start.”

Rooster yawned and sat up. “Sure, Hangman. Whatever you say. C’mon, kid. Let’s let your dad and Javy deal with the suitcases while we go check out the pool.”

“Is that okay, dad?”

Jake smiled tiredly and waved his hand at them. “Yeah, you two go have fun. I’ll catch you for dinner, which we are having with Savannah’s parents, okay?”

Abby smiled through her held back groan. “You got it, dad. See you in a bit!”

Grabbing Rooster’s hand, Abby practically dragged him through the lobby and into the elevator.

“Abby says they’re in room 513,” she said excitedly, and watched as her uncle jabbed the round elevator button with an elegant 5 painted on it.

“Are you sure Javy will be able to keep it together?” he asked her as the glass elevator sped upwards. “Dude’s been acting jumpy since we left.”

“He wouldn’t dare tell dad anything! He was trained just the same as you were, Uncle Roo. I’m sure he can keep it together for a little longer.”

The elevator came to a rest on the fifth floor and Abby practically sprinted through the slowly opening doors, hanging a right and skidding to a stop at room 513.

“Here goes!” Abby chirped as she knocked on the door. Her heart leapt as the door creaked open, revealing Bob, his phone pressed to his ear.

He smiled brightly when he saw her, and held up a long finger. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll call you back when I can, okay? Okay…me too. Bye.” He tapped the red button and crouched, Abby falling into his arms. “Hey kiddo.”

Abby’s chest expanded as she clutched her uncle. “Uncle Bob, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

He stood, Abby still hanging onto his neck as he nodded over her shoulder at Rooster.

“Bradshaw.”

Rooster nodded back. “How’s it going, Bob? Where’s Nat and Charlie?”

“Downstairs, keeping a lookout for you.”

Rooster nodded as Bob finally put Abby down and reached out to shake his hand.

“We must’ve just missed ‘em,” Rooster mused, watching Abby as she ducked around Bob to glance around the room.

“Where’s Mum?”

“She’s in the adjoining room, kiddo. She might be having a bit of a panic attack right now, but I’m sure the sight of you will calm her down.”

Abby grinned up at the two men and bolted over to the door, tearing it open with a loud call of “Mum! It’s me!”

Bob chuckled as Rooster shook his head. “And I thought Charlie was high energy.”

Bob nodded as he pocketed his phone. “She is. I guess they both are.”

Rooster nodded and leaned back against the closed door, a heavy silence weighing over the two men. Once upon a time, they had been friends, allies, partners. Now, they were little more than strangers, two people roped into a scheme by two preteens.

“So, Nat’s downstairs?”

Bob nodded. “She and Charlie are trying to find a way to separate Hangman from this fiancée of his. Is she really as bad as Abby is making it out to be?”

Rooster shuddered. “Remember all the girls who would hang around the Hard Deck and try to flirt with anyone in a uniform?”

Bob nodded gravely, his skin crawling at the memory. “I do.”

“Savannah is about twenty times worse than that. Javy can’t stand her either.”

Bob blinked. “Is Javy downstairs too?”

Rooster nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to have him and Nat bump into each other downstairs?”

Rooster’s eyes widened, but, before he could speak, Abby raced back into the room. “Uncle Bob, Mum’s not in there.”

Bob blinked again. “Are you sure?”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m sure, Uncle Bob.”

Bob’s cellphone was back in his hand, pressed to his ear after a quick dial. “Yeah, it’s me. Where are you? I thought you were still getting ready?...Really? Buttercup—” Bob pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. “She hung up on me.”

“What did she say?”

“She went to go get a steamer from the lobby for her dress. She didn’t want to wear something wrinkled.”

“And she couldn’t have gotten someone to deliver it to the room?”

Bob shrugged at Rooster’s question. “She probably needed some air.”

It was Abby’s turn to dig her phone out of her pocket and dial. “Charlie? Yes, we’re here with Uncle Bob, but Mum is heading down to the lobby right now! You and Auntie Nat need to run interference!”

A/N: Oooh, a cliffhanger! Maybe I'll be able to get the next chapter done in one week instead of two. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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isa-beenme · 10 months

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For the Acotar Bingo could you do Pregnancy with Azriel?

You thought you were going to be free from me? NEVER MUAHAHAHAHA I promised to do all of the requests and I WILL

See? I'm not capable to do a one-shot without giving their whole story before. Not that any of you mind I guess 😎😎

I don't know if it's something you like but hey! Let's give this poor author a try, alright?

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this 🥰🥰

Never Knew I Needed

You always knew Azriel would be the greatest male that ever got into your life. From the moment you saw those eyes looking at you from the other side of the room until the scene going on in front of you, you decided that this male would be forever cursed with your presence in his life. You doubted he would mind tho.

It all started when your friend got you an extra invitation to the High Lord's starfall party in one second she was guiding you through the food table and in the other she found another friend of hers and simply disappeared. Easy like that you stayed a good part of the night eating every single different appetizer you could find. This kept going for a long time until he saw you looking like a fish out of the water and smiled at you from across the room.

And, oh my, wasn't he ravishing? The most beautiful male you ever encountered in your life. And yes, you were counting those funny-looking shadows that kept flying around him as part of his charm.

You didn't smile back through, too shocked with his looks to make your brain work properly. He raised an eyebrow and made a wave with his hand, signalizing for you to approach. Not that you did, your first reaction was to put another deliciously fried cheese thing inside your mouth and look around to search for who he was talking to. It couldn't possibly be you… right?

As you were ready to take another cheese ball a shadow appeared in front of the bowl, after circling your wrist and tugging the sleeve of your dress you finally looked back at the male, he was definitely trying to contain a smile that threatened to form in his mouth. Damn it, you wanted to see that full-mouth laugh he was trying to hold back.

That's when you finally realized he was waving at you. Oh, gods, everything made sense now, he was one of the High Lord's men and he discovered you were nothing but a mere citizen and that you were not part of the High High Fae, but a Low High Fae. By the Mother, you could just jump out of the building and hope for a quick death if he was going to take you to the dungeon and torture you. Could you possibly give away your friend for sneaking you there? You decided that no, however the torture method you were going to face you would never EVER give away your friend. Even if she deserved it for abandoning you there.

You quickly popped another ball into your mouth before following the shadows that looked so happy to guide you through the crowd. When you made it to the male you were already finished chewing that delicious food, hoping it wasn't the last proper food you were going to taste before being only fed with old bread and dirty water for the next few days.

- Oh well, hello there - He said, his voice causing reactions in your body that you didn't think were possible.

- Hm, hi? I guess - To say you were scared was ridiculous, you were ready to pretend to have a heart attack and get away from there - Look, I'm sorry if I'm not on my best behavior. I'm just a little nervous that my friend disappeared from my view and she was kind of my guide here, so, yeah, I'm sorry that I'm eating the whole buffet. But you need to understand, it's my first time here, and, I kinda figured out you already know that I'm not part of a rich family or even deserve to be here, I mean, my parents are bakers! How could I possibly get an invitation, right? That's what you were going to ask! So, this friend that I was talking about, Stella, she got me an invitation, it was supposed to be her sister but she got sick last week and told me to come to her place. Yes, I know, fake identity is a crime, but hey, having fun for one night is not! I swear I'm not going to do this ever again, if, and only if, you promise to not take me to the dungeons to only feed me bread and let the rats ruin this beautiful dress, because, you know, this is not even mine! I borrowed it from Stella! Please mister scary and strangely handsome winged muscular attractive male, don't kill me! I swear I'm usually a good person, I had a good education too, you know? I don't know what happened to me tonight, but I promised I'll be better from now on!

You could only watch as his face morphed from a shocked expression to the most amused one. The laugh he seemed to be holding now made music to your ears, and you wondered if you actually had jumped out of the mountain and were now in that heaven with milk honey or something like that people always talked about.

- What? - He laughed even harder as you tried to catch your breath.

- You are not one of the High Lord's men?

- Well, that I am - He said as the laughs slowly turned into small giggles.

- But you are not going to arrest me? - His eyes sparkled as he took you in, his smile now permanent on his face.

- Why would I do that to such a beautiful female? - You felt your face heat up at his question, mischief covering his expression as he realized the effect he had on you.

- You called me here for what, then? - One of his shadows slowly made its way to your arm, resting on your shoulder as if trying to warm itself.

- Can't a male try his luck with a pretty girl at his brother's party? It's Starfall, after all, I was kinda hoping you could give me the gift of your night - That made you dumbfounded, you weren't going to lie to yourself.

- You are quite shameless, huh? - His eyes traveled through every part of you before stopping at your face again.

- I'm not the one giving away my best friend Stella for inviting me to a party - Your eyes surely were popping out of your head as you realized what you said only minutes ago - But I promise I won't tell Rhysand if you give me the pleasure of your company for this night, my lady - He offered you his hand, a shining stone glowing in the back of it - And maybe I can personally invite you for the next Starfall and you won't have to commit a crime again.

You gave him your hand as you felt a smile appear on your mouth, making his expression light up from the simple view of your happiness.

That was basically how, thirty years later, you were now caressing the shadowsinger's hair as he sang for the little baby inside your belly, making yours and his heart calm as the smooth voice of your husband filled the place around you and he finished the song and kissed you belly one more time before pushing himself up until he met your lips with his.

- What that big mind of yours was thinking, hm? - He knew you too well, thirty years of sharing your lives and you learned that you could never hide anything from him.

- Just remembering the day we met - He slightly chuckled before wrapping you in his arms, keeping a hand on your stomach to make sure his future son would stay calm and finally let his mother sleep - Weird to think I was hoping to not get arrested and ended up caged to you. Now I'm carrying your child and you sing to him when he kicks too much while I admire that pretty face of yours and imagine how in this universe I got you to fall in love with me.

- You never asked, actually - At your confused look he kissed lips quickly before explaining - Why I fell in love with you. I know that you took your time but I knew that you would be my wife the moment you begged me to not let the rats eat Stella's dress in the dungeon. You're the best thing I never knew I needed, even if I always searched for.

- You're the best thing I never knew I needed too, Az. Thank you for loving me, for giving me the life I have right now - You joined your hand with his on top of your belly, feeling your son kick lightly as if to say he agreed with you - I love you more than life itself.

- I should be the one thanking you. You changed my life for best and showed me so many different ways of living - He kissed you, deeply now, taking his time with you, tasting all the love you had to give, and answering with the same amount - I love you more than life itself.

#azriel × reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel/reader #spotify #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #acotar

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@muffinsin I blame you for this, I write the reader point of view of reader you write Cassandra, deal? deal.

Fucked up! Reader x Cassandra dimitrescu

Warning: violence Cassandra being Cassandra, really what do you expected of this tag?

You always have been a Little... different that's what your family used to say. You were blunt and honest but the thing that trouble them most was your prediction for violence.

You got in a fight with a neighbor when you were a kid, your father had to pick you off the boy, the rock you grabbed to beat him was full of blood.

People keep their children away from you after that. Your parents too keep their distance.

Now all grow up, you are in the Dimitrescu Castle, working as a maid. The only thing you hated was the dress. As for everything else...

"AHHHH PLEASE LADY DANIELA I'M SORRY"

You actually don't mind. People die all the time, people suffer all the time and nobody of them were someone that you particularly care for, so being in a castle full of death and blood was pretty easy for you, do your job and that's all.

Rounding the corner, you see a pretty common scene.

"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!"

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

The cut was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm was in the carpet, it will be a pain to clean luckily this was not your assigned area.

"Not tired anymore I bet"

The maid keep screaming, until Cassandra cut her head in another clean swipe of sickle. You can't stop the low hum in your throat. She looked at you her sadistic smile displaying her fangs.

"What is little morsel? Want to be next?"

She was full of blood, ready to cut your head too but the only thing you could think was:

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

Cassandra freezes for a moment, you get closer to the body not too much as you still have to clean and getting your uniform dirty before that was a bad idea.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

You stand up. Looking at the still frozen fly girl.

"Truly impressive"

At the end of your words Cassandra just swarmed away, her prey forgotten in the floor. You shrug walking to your duties.

For a moment you though that she was blushing.

The next day there is a leg outside your door something carved in the skin.

"How is this cut for you?"

Again it was very precise but what caught your attention was the handwriting, it was messy and the message feels like if she was pouting when she wrote it.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

You hear something move above you, looking fast you catch part of one swarm, you know exactly what sister was spying. You laughed softly, very cute indeed.

The next week you were assigned to take some things to the dungeons. A chore that all the maids are terrified to do, the scream of the unfortunate souls trapped there and the sadistic daughter that was always ready to take more were more than enough to make them beg at the feet of the head maid for a change that like them never comes.

You just pick the box and go. The screams were annoying but you just tune then out, you put the thing down. Looking around you see one of the victims, Stella?Sara? you don't remember, she had cuts all around her body, how long was she here? Was two weeks ago? Three? And she was still alive?

"Seeing your future, little maid?"

You flinch surprised. You don't hear her come.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

You take a look around you see a man being held by hooks that goes through his hands, his legs are broken you can see that clearly, either he put his weight in the legs or in the hands , both choices painful.

"Very creative"

Full of curiosity you keep exploring. Praises to Cassandra talents never stopping

"Astounding"

" Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Until you feel the swarm pick up you up and rapidly throw you outside and closing the door as fast.

"Rude"

You stand up going to report the head maid of your completed chore.

If you could saw through walls you would have see a peculiar image of the so called monster sitting on the other side of the door, face red, hugging herself and purring happily.

More limbs were given to you as well as some organs, luckily they were of animals, so you cooked them. You keep a journal were every gift is written some examples were :

Deer leg with the following message *you have pretty eyes*"

Boar heart *Did you know they are the most similar to humans? * she is such a nerd

Full Bunny *Small like you* the small was more like a smoll it made you laugh.

One day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside, they only end giving you more work.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floor AND in the carpet. It will be a pain to clean, even lady Bela it's looking at you with pity. You sigh pulling you sleeves up when you are tackled by certain brunette.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them"

"You took three"

"oh yeah, that reminds me"

You point at the three bodies.

"They are all yours Lady Cassandra"

The sisters have a particular rule, prey that they hunt, prey that they eat. Cassandra was the strongest not the fastest, Daniela and Bela surely got more than her.

"I killed them so they are mine but i don't gonna eat it so they are all yours."

Cassandra keep looking at your face you cleaned her face with you apron the only red was in her cheeks, she was so cute that you can resist it anymore you grabbed her neck and kissed her, it took a few seconds but he eagerly returned the kiss.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me"

"SHUT UP DANIELA"

You were in a relationship with the sadistic sister something that you still were processing, you could easily live freely without working at all. But you were sorry for Bela having to work with short staff because her sisters were little shits with zero self control. So you keep working, in Cassandra side mostly and sometimes in Daniela.

Today was one of that days were you work was in Daniela hall. Everything was going well until a new maid decided to ruin the mood

"I told you, someday that bitch a Cassandra will get what she deserves, maybe I could let her live if she eats my pussy real good".

The other maid was new too but a lot smarter she looked like she wanted to stay away from her and was making signals to the absolute imbecile that was talking.

" I would tear her ap-UGH"

You grabbed her head and bashed her harder against the wall.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She is out.

You let go of her head and looked at the other maid she just picked up her cleaning tools and continue her job, she was learning fast.

You walk and pick one leg of the imbecile, you start walking to the library were you beloved was having a sisters day.

No one interrupt you or try to help her. They know better.

The newbies considered you a depraved traitor. Sleeping with the monster that could kill them any day. But still survival is priority so they keep working.

The older considered you a blessing. The amount of death and injury since you started dating Cassandra was lower. Keep working, Survival is priority.

You were at the doors of the library you opened the door.

"knock first I know you have manners"

"aw did Draga mea miss me so much?

Focusing on the sickle on the table you entered in the room, dropping the maid in the middle of the room you pick the sharp blade.

You bend and grab the little bitch head again, you pull out her tongue and with a quick swing cut it out.

"AHH-UGH"

You grabbed her again and bashed her against the floor again.

One, two, three, four, five. She is out.

You dropped her and walked to your beloved, you throw the sickle on the table, she was silent looking at you with that pretty blush, so adorable.

You grab her chin, kissing her deeply until she is panting, the blush in her face just grow bigger and the soft purr in her chest is music, yours she is totally yours.

Grabbing her gloved hand you drop the tongue, you point to the crying woman in the floor.

"Here my love, a snack"

You kissed her again.

"I still have duties to attend, I see you later."

She looked like a lovesick puppy. A puppy whom you will play with later. What a good life.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #my work

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Walker "The Quiet" review

The episode opens with Cordell and Geri happily bumping into walls while making out before Cordell leaves for work where he ends up bumping inside a runaway tractor trailer driven by a thief the rangers have been tracking for weeks. James and Trey are also in the trailer though they're only there because Cordell had jumped into the moving trailer, which he claims was inspired by Trey's first case. Trey doesn't want credit for Cordell's latest impulsive antic, but it all ends well when Cordell does a homerun slide into the baddie's face and just like that, we’re off to a good start.

5 months have passed to explain August’s growth spurt during the real world’s Hollywood strike that delayed Walker’s return by 11 months. August now looks like a younger clone of the actor that played Sam Winchester’s adult son in the Supernatural finale, which means he has to be hired for the Supernatural revival as young Dean Winchester II.

The Walker clan pus Geri and Ben are planning Cordell’s birthday with a party bus to a steak eating contest. That of course gets jettisoned when Cassie Perez, a temp with the FBI, arrives at Ranger HQ to recruit Cordell, James , and Trey s help to help the FBI nab drug operatives. August suggested moving the steak eating contest to the Walker ranch and just like that, birthday party back on.

But first, Cassie gifts Cordell a pair of alligator cowboy boots that I'm sure she clobbered the alligator herself during her 5-month stint in Florida, and brings Cordell back to Walker ranch for a surprise birthday lunch. August yeets out of the birthday party early to go to high school senior parties, much to Cordell disappointment who then sneaks away from his own birthday party to look over the latest development of the serial killer Jackal case with Trey. Hey, like father like son!

Cordell and Trey gets busted by James' wife Kelly who immediately recognizes the killer's calling card, a set of jackal teeth. She is upset to learn that the Jackal re-emerged during her re-wedding to James and demands Cordell and Trey to not tell James who is still haunted by the unsolved case. Speaking of being haunted by the past, Stella and Liam commiserate over being forced to take another human life; Liam killing Clint when he invaded the ranch, Stella killing Witt when he invaded Geri’s house. Liam assures Stella she will be fine with time. We learn that Witt initially survived the gunshot wound and escaped the house, only to die 2 miles away on the roadside. The police consider the case closed, but we know it's unsolved as we never found out why he broke into Geri's house.

After a very busy day of taking down thieves, drug dealers, and a steak eating contest, it comes to a screeching halt into “the quiet”. Cordell and Geri spend some quiet quality time and Cordell admits fearing “the quiet” with a daughter at college living away from home and August looking forward to flying the coop.

Trey arrives to update Cordell on the Jackal case and asked him if it was really that bad when James worked on the case. Flashback showing an unhinged James obsessing over the case, avoiding his family and to the horror of his wife, physically taking out his frustration on Cordell (third time we see Cordell being bumped against walls). Trey asked if it was the depravity that got to James. No, Cordell says, it was "the quiet" when the Jackal eluded James.

Besides the normal empty-nest angst by parents, Cordell is also a military veteran who operates at a different level than everyone else. Veterans’ lows are civilians’ highs so veterans get bored very quickly and seek high risk hobbies or jobs. Cordell’s job as a Texas Ranger helped fulfill that high risk need and serves as a distraction until a new reality threatens to bring back “the quiet” resulting from absences: his wife’s death and now his children leaving the nest. Both Cordell and James hated “the quiet '' and Cordell vowed to catch the Jackel before “the quiet” comes back for James again.

Speculation #1: The Jackal heard about the James wedding and wants to mess with James by killing again.

Side note: Cordell and Cassie discussing the Hawkshadow reboot sounds like the Walker Texas Ranger reboot i.e. "more grounded and focus on the family". I really need Cassie and Cordell to go undercover in a Hawkshadow convention.

My score: 8 out of 10, a solid start to the season with the quiet before the storm.

#walker #review #Jared Padalecki

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imhereformr · 7 months

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S3 E1 The Princess Ball

Have to say, I'm surprised Stella doesn't have 2 of everything

Oh noooo Bloom and Sky had a fight. How sad.

Flora just said that vacation is shorter this year but like... Why

Musa and Aisha are spending the summer together. What a very girlfriend thing to do 🏳️‍🌈

I feel like Stella would want to have input into her own ball

Oh look, arranged mariage foreshadowing. How impressive of Winx to be able to do that

Im still amazed that no one saw the issue with sending an ice witch to an ice prison...

Why are they repackaging?

I bet they're talking about us at Cloud Tower... Stormy, babe, aim a little higher please

Sky's parents won't let him go to a royal event?

This pizza guy is useless...

How does Chimera not recognize the princess of her own realm?

I still dream of this magic changing thing. I would sell my soul for it (you'd have to fight my friend though cause she currently owns it for successfully getting us Taylor Swift tickets)

It always amuses me that Stella runs for the dress when she could just call the store to reserve it for her...

I love this random wind when Valtor uses his magic

But if they're not gonna call the store, why don't they just fly to the store instead of running?

So now just anyone can claim to be royalty?

I hate Musa's long hair. I refuse to accept it.

I have a very unpopular opinion to share with you... I hate Stella's dress.

Riven following Musa 😂

Oh and he's so proud of himself for having brought some tunes

Yeah I know I should change the station what a cutie. I love him so much.

OMG the mermaid speaks a different language! Look at them acknowledging that different realms speak different languages.

They can't follow Aisha cause she has to go through the ocean... Don't they do that for like all of season 5? 😅

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When he was little, Callum had always thought Aunt Amaya and his mom were invincible. Strong, powerful, trading quips as well as blows whenever they sparred with each other. He’d clung harder to the idea after his father died, needing something to hold onto: the certainty that he wouldn’t lose another parent, because he couldn’t. Mom was too strong and even stronger when Aunt Amaya was with her, and everyone would come home from the trip into Xadia perfectly fine.

Two days after the funeral, Aunt Amaya had cut her hair and left to defend the Breach (“They may still be more prices to pay for our trespass,” she’d signed to King Harrow) without looking back.

His aunt is not invincible, and while Callum had worried about her during the Battle of the Storm Spire, eyes scanning the battlefield to keep her in his sight, his heart had been torn; half with Ezran on dragonback, and half with Rayla in the clouds, watching over another dragon who couldn’t defend himself.

Callum isn’t sure why he expected it to be any different now, as the creatures close in around them in the Great Bookery. He keeps one eye on the corrupted banthers, for lack of a better term, slippery rungs hanging from their snappsih maws as they advance, prowling.

Soon it’s chaos, Amaya’s shield wedged in one of the walls, and Rayla losing enough ground she has to abandon her newfound bow for her trusty blades. Callum has been doing okay — it seems the creatures are most vulnerable to magic, which makes sense given that they are magical, in a sense — but he can feel his strength and stamina waning. Amaya had said something of just having to wait till morning and the creatures will dissipate or retreat back to the wound they came from, but they won’t make it at this rate. Won’t last long enough.

His wrist bends painfully when he has to block a banther’s lunge by using his staff, tossing the creature off with an electric blast that sends it flying, but there are still two more, and—

Amaya lets out the rare yell and his head snaps to the sound, his aunt limping as she goes for her shield in the corner, her sunforge blade laying feet away on the floor. He starts towards her, lifting his staff, her pleading eyes catching his for just a second—

But then Rayla screams and he pivots without thinking, fury building in his veins. He gets just a glimpse of the banther charging toward her, helpless, hurting, and—He doesn’t even have to say say a trigger word before a fistful of lighting crashes into the banther’s face and knocks it off course.

He pants for a second, knuckles aching and head buzzed, before he rushes to her, frantically looking her over for injuries. He finds her sword lying side ways and pushes it into her hands, helps her stand.

Then there’s another yell behind him, and Rayla gives him a tiny push, her upper lip split and curving. “Go help your aunt,” she urges, and he sends a blast of wind that way before he goes to help Amaya, too.

Later, on Zubeia’s back, Callum helps bind the bandages around Amaya’s arm from where the banther sliced her open. He waits, curious and a little ashamed (and then a little angry at being ashamed), to see if she’ll comment on his choice.

She doesn’t, eyes settled with understanding as she reaches up to ruffle his hair.

“Just make up with her sooner rather than later,” Amaya signs, nodding to where Rayla sits with Stella by one of the further dragon spikes, eyes distantly on the horizon line.

Callum’s heart lodges in his throat.

Easier said than done... but so was punching a banther in the face.

He gets up and sits next to her, watching softly while she fusses and patches up his hand. And so, so worth it.

insp by the dnd skit forever ago, in which callum abandons defending an innocent barkeep in order to protect rayla instead when she gets attacked

#the royal family of katolis #snake boi callum #rayllum #s5 #arc 2 #fic #ficlet #my fic #headcanons #s5 speculation #s5 spoilers #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp spoilers

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dolleholic · 1 year

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Could you do dating headcanons for Octavia (Helluva Boss)?

(I do not own this gif)

꒰ ⭐️ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ OCTAVIA X READER

( TYSM Anon!! I’m very happy to be giving you some headcanons for this!! I bet it’s really fun )

;; A/N : I’m so glad you said Octavia! She’s such a sweet and kind lady and I can relate to her so much no joke ;;

Introductions!~ ;;

(gif by: a-little-ray-of-fantasy (didn’t want to ping)) — you guys were both little kids when you met, and you guys only met because your parents were kinda rich and wanted to make deal with Stolas and Stella

— You both had this awkward moment where you stared at each-other before you finally said something

“uhm.. I’m [Y/N]! Who are you?..” “oh! Uh- I’m.. Octavia! It’s very nice to meet you!”

— You guys got along very well, and you were a little jealous that she had such a big room! So many plushies!

— You guys did typical kid stuff, like dress up, and played with her dolls.

— she told you about what Stolas did with her when she had a nightmare, and tried to tell Stolas to sing it to her and you. He was too busy, though..

— She tried to sing it for you though, but she wasn’t a very good singer— it was very cute though!

“YoU wIlL bE OkAy!~”

*Clapping and giggling*

— Though, it was cut short— your father and Stolas got into a fight, and your family decided to leave. That was.. the last you saw of her..

— OR SO YOU THOUGHT. HA. HAHAH

—

Octavia sobbed in the small ride, her mind full of scrambled up thoughts.. how could her dad be like this? It made her insane. It made her cry harder..

“hey.. are.. you okay?..”

A voice ripped Octavia out of her thoughts, her neck snapping towards the voice. There they were, a [Tall/Small/Average] demon— sitting next to her as they reassuringly looked at octavia.

“I’m.. I’m fine.. I don’t need your pity..”

Octavia muttered, scooting away from them. The demon frowned, now giving Octavia a concerned look

“.. you wanna hear a joke?..”

The demon asked, again ripping Octavia out of her thoughts. Octavia thought, now looking at the stranger with a sad but curious look.

“W-..What?..”

The demon turned to Octavia, a small smile returning on the demons lips.

”Why do seagulls fly over the sea? If they flew over the bay, they would be bagels.”

There a small silence, the demon waiting for octavia to do something.

it was so corny.. but.. that’s what made it cute

Octavia giggled, her tears starting to stop as she sniffed.

“That’s.. is corny!..”

she said through the giggles, now scooting towards them. She was starting to feel.. comfortable around them..

“Who are you?..”

“I’m [Y/N]!”

—

— You guys quickly became friends again, and you guys remembered each-other!

— turns out, you guys didn’t drift too far.. you both likes music and astronomy, and both had pretty weird parents

— you guys exchanged numbers at the bed, and it was safe to say it was going to be a long relationship between you and her..

a happy one!

——————

(I do not own the gif)

Head-canons!~ ;;

(when you guys are dating)

— when you guys started dating, you had to keep it a secret.. your father and Stolas didn’t exactly.. like eachother. So, you being in a relationship with your fathers enemy was not a good start.

— Though, you made it work! You guys mostly hung out at the park or in the wrath ring— it was so peaceful there, and the plants were beautiful

— I like to think Octavia likes kissing you on the forehead or on your collar bone. She likes to see your expressions

— Octavia accidentally blurted how she was in a relationship with you and Stolas.. wasn’t mad.

— He actually understood. He knew what it was like to love somebody else— yet you couldn’t be. But, you could.

— Stolas finds you as a smart and trustworthy Partner, but he did tell you if you broke her daughters heart— he would take care of you.

— Of course you and octavia went star gazing for your first date, it was on top of her fathers house— and that’s where you guys first kissed

— If you send Octavia a text, she will immediately answer. Like, she will put the world on hold just to make sure you know she’s okay

— if you’re some sort of animal hybrid demon with a tail, she will cuddle with it when you guys sleep in the same bed

— if you’re a human demon, she will play with your hair. And if you don’t have hair, she’ll just cuddle you!

— Octavia doesn’t care if she’s big spoon or little spoon, but she likes giving more then receiving

— you’re always there for Octavia when her parents fight, or when she has a meltdown— you always tell her it’s okay, and your here.

— sometimes you sing for her, wether it’s soothingly or jokingly— she’ll always be grateful for you.

— Octavia can be a little over protective— especially when you guys snuck into a human realm/earth. (so many people flirted with you guys)

— Whenever somebody gets too touchy around you, she pulls you back

— If somebody gets to flirty with you, she straight up tells them to Fuck. Off.

— I think Octavia is more of a talker than a listener, but can be a listener when she wants to be. When you need it.

— Overall, she’s a very good GF!

#helluva boss #helluva octavia #helluva stolas #stolas goetia #octavia #octavia x reader #octavia x nb reader #non binary reader #x nb reader #nb reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hell #helluva boss goetia #goetia family

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hikkikoaubrey · 3 months

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so.... the whole Palestine situation has been going on for a while and it's about time I did something about it, especially since the whole strike thing is about to end soon. (though that doesn't mean you should stop posting about / supporting Palestine by any means)

Will probably do more art and posts about this later but for now here's some links that I hope will help with this whole situation.

(20) ⸝⸝ ꒰୨୧ Stella🌸! ₊⊹꒱ on X: "THREADS , PETITIONS , & MORE TO HELP PALESTINE 🇵🇸🍉 !! https://t.co/ODVRQ6yQ1A" / X (twitter.com)

(20) 🇧🇷🇵🇸Lizard/Allie¡•📌RECIPES!!🌺🍉 on X: "YOU 🫵 MINOR WHO WANTS TO SUPPORT PALESTINE 🫵🇵🇸🍉 HERE'S SOME WAYS YOU CAN HELP EVEN HAVING ISR*EL SUPPORTER PARENTS (just like me unfortunately) A small🧵" / X (twitter.com)

(20) qt 🍉 on X: ""hamas" had already offered a choice to actually end the "war" by releasing the hostages with permanent ceasefire as exchange. isnotrael said no, they dont really give two bitches and a flying cooch about hostages at all, and now theyre using a nuke #CeasefireNOW #FreePalestine" / X (twitter.com)

(20) Lone Sheep Akito Shinonome on X: "“Israel is defending itself.” Self-defense isn’t killing children. Self-defense it’s using WHITE PHOSPHORUS on innocent civilians. GENOCIDE ISN’T SELFxDEFENSE. Stop using the self-defense excuse and open your eyes. This is genocide." / X (twitter.com)

Please spread this around, the only way things are going to get better is if we act, and if you don't know much about this whole situation, please educate yourself.

#omori #omori fanart #omori game #omori basil #basil #basil omori #basil fanart #watermelon #palestine #gaza #free palestine #palestinian genocide #free gaza #endisraelsgenocide

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hisxloversblog · 8 months

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The gold//hazbin hotel / helluva boss

In which stolas's twin sister is forced into a marriage just like him however she has a good relationship with her husband and is friends with blitz and hangs out with them all the time

001| loo loo land

The scene opens to a shot of the exterior of Stolas's mansion at night, before cutting to the master bedroom where Stolas and Stella are asleep. A young Octavia's frightened voice can be heard from offscreen

Young Octavia(offscreen) Mummy! Daddyyyy!

Stolas is roused from his sleep. He turns to Stella who has most of the blanket

Stolas sleepily says: Mmph. Via's calling us, Stella.

Stella sleepily, annoyed said: You get up.

Stolas sighs and gets out of bed. He enters Octavia's room, where she is hiding beneath her blankets

Stolas: Via? What troubles you, my owlet?

Young Octavia says while sobbing :Daddy! Daddy!

Young Octavia climbs down from her bed and runs into her father's arms. Stolas hoists her up to comfort her

Young Octavia still sobbing then says : I had a dream! A really bad dream!

Stolas yawns and wipes away Octavia's tear, correcting her A nightmare.

Young Octavia then tell her dad about her nightmare: I was looking all over the palace, and... I couldn't find you anywhere! You weren't there!

Stolas: *rubs Octavia on the back comfortingly* There there, Via, it's okay. You're okay.

Stolas summons his grimoire to him telekinetically as he walks Octavia back to bed.

When you're scared, and you don't know where I am, you must remember...

Stolas's grimoire floats over to him. He telekinetically flips it open

No matter what happens to me, I will never be far away... from my special little starfire.

Stolas begins singing a lullaby to little Octavia

♫ It always seems more quiet... in the dark ♫

Stolas opens a portal above himself and Octavia. She looks up in awe of the beauty of space through the portal

♫ It always feels so stark... how silence grows under the moon ♫

Stolas and young Octavia float up through the portal and into the cosmos, landing on a barren moon

♫ Constellations gone so soon ♫

♫ I used to think that I was bold ♫

Walking across the moon, Stolas leaves footprints in the dust.

♫ I used to think love would be fun ♫

♫ Now, all my stories have been told. Except for one... ♫

Stolas looks down at young Octavia, and she looks back with her large, curious eyes. Her gaze shifts to a pink glow to her side.

♫ As the stars start to align ♫

♫ I hope you take it as a sign that you'll be okay ♫

A meteor begins its descent towards a giant, pink colored star

♫ Everything will be okay ♫

The meteor makes contact with the pink star, and begins to sink beneath the molten surface

♫ And if the Seven Rings collapse ♫

Multiple planetary bodies begin gravitating toward the pink star, including the moon that Stolas and Octavia currently reside on, which eventually shatters into pieces as the star's gravity pulls on it

♫ Although, the day could be my last. You will be okay ♫

Young Octavia yawns and falls asleep contentedly against her father's chest

♫ When I'm gone, you'll be okay... ♫

Distant planetary bodies fly through the cosmos, pulled in by the pink star's incredible gravitational pull. They

disintegrate upon impact and causes the star to explode in a powerful supernova just as the portal closes behind Stolas causing him to sing louder.

♫ And when Creation goes to die ♫

♫ You can find me in the sky ♫

Stolas drapes the sleeping Octavia in a blanket.

♫ And you will be okay... ♫

His lullaby finished, Stolas leaves as his young daughter settles to sleep, content. Cut to several years later, where a teenage Octavia is jolted awake by smashing objects and her parents screaming at each other, far less content.

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Stella: (offscreen) I can't believe you slept with an imp, in OUR FUCKING BED!

Octavia, annoyed at being disturbed, gives a long groan

Stolas: (offscreen) It was unexpected! I didn't have time to go to a motel

Stella: (offscreen) A motel?! Like a fucking PLEBEIAN?!

Octavia grabs her phone and puts in earbuds, playing "My World Is Burning Down Around Me" to tune out the screaming as she strides down the

halls of the Goetia estate, stepping over the smashed remains of a plant thrown in her path. In the kitchen, Stella continues screaming at Stolas

Stella: You want to fuck this one, TOO?!

[Stella grabs an imp servant and violently tosses him in Stolas' direction.]

Stolas: No! Of course not!

Stella: You are a goddamn embarrassment! I'm not spending another moment looking at your pathetic, IMP-SUCKING FACE!!

Stella storms out of the room, shouting angrily the entire time, and smashing more potted plants. Stolas sighs in exhausted exasperation before he notices his daughter has entered the kitchen.

Stolas: Good mooorning, Octavia! Did you sleep well, my owlet?

Octavia then asks her dad : Was that a serious question?

Stolas opens the refrigerator to retrieve a massive chunk of zebra meat

Stolas: Mm-hmm... What's that you're listening to?

Octavia: This song is called "My World is Burning Down Around Me". It's by Fuck You Dad.

Stolas looks down, thinking the name of the band his daughter mentioned is a hurtful remark.

Octavia then tell her dad : It's a band.

Stolas: *bemusedly* Ohhhh! How charming...

Stolas grabs the zebra meat and feeds it to a massive potted plant situated in a small alcove off the kitchen as he pets it. Sated, it falls dormant, closing its three eyes.

Octavia: So, you two done screaming for the day? *she then sips her coffee*

Stolas: Umm...

Stella lets out another scream of anger and another potted plant is heard shattering in the distance.

Stolas: You know what I haven't done in a long, loooong time? I haven't taken you to your favorite place in all of Hell! Why don't we go to Loo Loo Land?

Octavia: I'm not five anymore.

Stolas: You always were so happy when I took you to Loo Loo Land! What do you say we go there again, have a day, I'll even call you're aunt Athena to see if she wants to come with us it would be just the three of us?

Octavia: I'd... rather kill myself but I do miss aunt Athena.

Stolas: There we go! Anything but staying in this house. Stolas call's his twin sister first she asked her husband

first and he said it was okay so she said she'll come stolas tells his daughter then says Now, I'll arrange our security.

Octavia: Security for a theme park?

Stolas: We are rich, and we're hot. People want our money and our bodies!

Octavia grabs a box of cereal on the table and begins shoveling handfuls into her mouth.

Octavia: *under her breath* Our money, maybe.

Stolas: Speak for yourself, princess. Now... I'm calling the only man who can f*** me!

Octavia: *then drops the handful of cereal, disgusted* What...?

Stolas: *immediately backpedaling* Who can protect me! Us! Being part of the Goetia family is rather valuable, you know.

Octavia groans and pulls her beanie down over her eyes.

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Cut to I.M.P Headquarters, where Blitzo is busy doing very important work in his office, involving crude representations of Millie and Moxxie made out of office supplies that he

puppets around and speaks with. Between them is a framed photo of Blitzo with a robe pulled down off his shoulders seductively and a flower between his teeth. The text reads "#1 Bitch" with "BOSS" written in red over it

Blitzo: *impersonating Millie* "Oh, Blitzo! You're such a good boss!" *impersonating Moxxie* "Yeah, I really want you, sir." *impersonating Millie* "Me, too!" *As himself* Let's three-way!

Blitzo lowers his "employees" below his desk to crotch level, looking momentarily pleasured before being interrupted by the ringing of his Hellphone

He then answers what phone angrily: WHAT?!

Stolas: *lustfully* Why, hello, my big-dicked Blitzy.

Both Blitzo and Octavia spit out their coffee in sheer surprise. Blitzo slams his "BOSS BITCH" mug onto his desk

Blitzo: What--

Octavia: the--

Blitzo: FUCK--

Octavia: Dad?!

Stolas: Language, everyone! *into the phone* I have a special request~

Blitzo: Aw... Look, I just had a chemical peel. So, you'll have to find someone else's face to plant that feathered ass.

Stolas: It's for my daughter.

Blitzo: Ah. Well, make sure she washes it.

Stolas: *taken aback* No! No, no-no-no. I'm taking my daughter and Athena to Loo Loo Land, and I was hoping you brave little Imps would accompany us!

Blitzo: We're assassins, not bodyguards, 'kay? Don't invite us to shit unless someone's gonna die.

Stolas: I'll pay you~

Blitzo: Pay me what?

Stolas: Moneyyyy~

Blitz then says : done!

Blitz hangs up and accidentally slams his phone down on the desk hard enough to smash it to pieces. After a brief annoyed glance at it, he pulls out a megaphone

Blitzo: M n' M, get in here! We're goin' to Loo Loo Land!

Moxxie opens the door to respond.

Loo loo land? He questions confused

Millie excitedly smashes her head straight through the office door's glass

Loo loo land ?!! says says excitedly with stars in her eyes

Blitzo: Loo Loo Land!

Loona: (offscreen) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

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Cut to Loo Loo Land. A van with an I.M.P decal spray painted on the side pulls into the rather empty parking lot. Moxxie exits the van and opens the side door. A very cramped Stolas extracts

himself excitedly. His daughter exits the van far less excitedly. Athena then gets out and pats her niece's back lightly as to reassure her that it's going to be okay

Stolas dons an apple-themed hat and gestures toward the park gate. Octavia groans and pulls her hat low over her face

Blitzo: Now, remember: this is work and work only. Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?

Octavia: *disgustedly* Hey... Dad... Do we have to--?

Blitzo: Okay, yeah. Hold on right there, sweetie. [turns to Stolas] If you try fuckin' my little ass in that park, I swear to--

Athena: okay blitz maybe don't talk about this in front of me or my niece please I don't want to hear about this and nether does via

Stolas then says to blitz:You are so cute when you are serious!

Octavia then says : I'm literally gonna be sick. As her aunt says that she feels like throwing up

Moxxie: Oh, crumbs! I knew today would be a lot! What do you need?

Moxie fishes around in a fanny pack and throws out several pill bottles as he lists off his inventory.

Moxxie: Anti-acids? Ibuprofen?

Moxxie shows the aunt and niece several hypodermic needles of a glowing, acid green substance.

Moxxie: Morphine?

Octavia: what we said was figurative, old man.

Moxxie: Oh, right.

Moxxie chuckles sheepishly as he discards the needles into a nearby baby carriage, where a baby imp happily reaches out to play with its dangerous new "toys

Moxxie: *under his breath* But, she said it was literal.

Millie: *excitedly* Wooooow! I haven't been to this place since I was a tot!

A large letter falls off the sign of a nearby ride, crushing the teenaged imp underneath.

Millie: It hasn't changed a bit. Ohhh! LOOK! It's Big Woobly!

Millie gestures toward a hideously malformed animatronic dinosaur, which opens its mouth and lets out a terrifying, demonic shriek.

Moxxie: That is... deeply upsetting.

Millie: Oh, come on! It's fun! You've never been here?

Moxxie: No. Theme parks always disturbed me, especially the mascots.

The park's mascot, Loo Loo appears out of nowhere behind Moxxie.

Loo Loo: Well, hey there!

Moxxie: *jumps back in terror* AAAAAH!!

Loo Loo: I'm Loo Loo! Welcome to Loo Loo Land! If y'all get hurt here, just try and sue us!

Stolas: *gasps* Look! Via,Thena! It's Loo Loo!

Octavia: I have a question.

Loo Loo: Well, ask away, little girlie! A-hyuk a-hyuk a-hyuk!

Octavia: Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World?

Loo Loo: *beat* No?

Athena then whispers to her niece : This place reeks of insecure corporate shame.

Octavia: that is true aunt Athena that is true

Stolas chuckles nervously as he leads Octavia and Athena away

Stolas: Why don't we go check out the rides?

Loo Loo: those chick's are creepy, huh?

Blitzo: Eh, wait till the kids dad tries to diddle your holes.

Loo Loo: *to Millie and Moxxie* What's that mean?

Moxxie: Don't talk to me! I know you're a pervert under there!

Moxxie leaves, leading Millie off with him. Loo Loo hangs his body dejectedly.

Loo Loo: Yeah...

Moxxie and Millie head down a pathway, and Moxxie, sweating profusely, stops to catch his composure

Moxxie: You really like this place, huh?

Millie: I love this place! My parents would bring me and my siblings here when they could swing it. Money-wise.

Moxxie looks over to see a worker wheeling a wheelbarrow piled to the brim with money into a nearby giftshop. As The two approach the

window, where novelty cups and stuffed apples are for sale. The cups appear to cost at least 29 souls per.

Moxxie: Yeaaaah. The prices do seem rather criminal. I mean, that much for a novelty cup that you use one time?

Millie: 'Cause, it's Loo Loo Land!

Blitzo walks up, having loaded up on merch, including a novelty cup, as well as a hat with attached can holders and straws.

Blitz then nudges Moxxie with his cup then says: Listen to your hoe, Mox.

Blitz takes a swig from his novelty cup.

Blitz: How 'bout I take the first watch while you two have a little he takes off his sunglasses and winks fun?

Millie: OOOOOH! We gotta do my favorite ride!

Moxxie: Oh, yeah? Wh- which one?

Cut to a shot of a lone imp riding a roller coaster named "The Lawsuit" that suddenly plunges off a sheer 90-degree drop at incredible speed while also on

fire and with its rider hanging on for dear life. The coaster violently plunges into a tunnel in the ground.

Moxxie: *terrified* Oh, crumbs!

[Cut to Moxxie vomiting into a trash can after having left the ride. A vomit-covered family walks by in the background, glaring disapprovingly at Moxxie. A massive dragon-like creature from the nearby petting zoo looms overhead, also glaring at Moxxie.]

In another part of the park, Stolas, Octavia & athena walk along the path, as Blitz takes up positions all around them with his rifle, on the lookout for any danger.

A group of imps creep up behind the booths, ropes, knives, and pitchforks at the ready. They quickly scatter as Blitzo looks in their direction.

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Stolas strokes Blitz's horn and says: You know, it's quite thrilling to see you on the job, Blitzy.

Blitzo: Save it, bitch. I'm working.

Octavia then says : You both need to get a room. To which her aunt nods and hugs her niece to comfort her to which she smiles at her

Blitzo then says go the pair: Hey, I am not a day-hooker!

A woman walking nearby with her baby glares at Blitzo before continuing on in a huff.

Blitzo: What? I just said I'm not one, prude! He then Flips her off

Stolas then gasps and says : Oh! Look, Via!

Stolas points excitedly at the circus tent. A demon mother is struggling to pull her crying son into the tent.

Stolas: You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!

Octavia: *panicked* Oh, no...

Cut to a flashback to Octavia as a

young girl, as she is pushed against the stage by an excited crowd of imp children, as Robo Fizz sparks and cackles

maniacally leering over Octavia, who soon breaks into tears. A younger Blitzo is seen in the background tending to a food cart, dressed and painted as a clown, scowling

Cut back to the present.

Blitzo & Octavia: I hate that fucking clown.

Pan to Stolas, who has been captured and hoisted aloft by the crew of imps from earlier. Stolas' arms are bound

and his head is covered by a cloth sack, and the imps are pointing various weapons at him. One has stolen Stolas' wallet.

Stolas unconcerned then says: Oh, Blitzy~ I need my bodyguard, please!

One imp jumps, to try and skewer Stolas with a pitchfork. Blitzo quickly brings his rifle to bear, shooting the imp in the torso, splattering Stolas's head with blood. The other imps quickly scatter.

Octavia enters the big top and finds seat while athena sits beside her as Blitzo carries Stolas in, head still covered in the blood-soaked sack, sets him down, and walks off to take

position. Stolas makes no move to remove the sack, until Octavia annoyedly rips it off her father's head.

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Robo Fizz: *glitching and sparking* Hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyyy, Implings! It's me, the Robotic Fizzarolli! Shipped from Big Ozzie's factory to bring you a wonderful show celebrating Loo Loo Land, spelled with Os, to avoid lawsuits! H-H-H-H-H-Hit it!

Stage lights turn on and point at Robo Fizz as he begins to dance and sing a song of the same name as the park

♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

The curtains open to reveal Robo Fizz's band, FizzaRolli 'n Friends, composed of various hideously decrepit animatronics, including Big Woobly on guitar

♫ Everybody sing along with the Loo Loo band ♫

Robo Fizz goes around pointing and gesturing at various demons in the audience. Stolas looks excited when Robo Fizz gets to him, but this is short-lived as Blitzo pops up and points his rifle at Robo Fizz, who dashes back to the stage.

♫ Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Platforms in the stage rise up in time with the music.

Robo Fizz: ♫ Loo Loo Land, Loo Loo Land! ♫

♫ Everything is beautiful at Loo Loo Land ♫

♫ Ugly children holdin' hands in Loo Loo Laaand! ♫

Robo Fizz grabs various Imp children out of the audience and wraps them up in a big hug, before jumping up and tossing them away. Most of the children slam into the bleachers, while one soars behind them.

♫ Everybody's friendly, ♫

Robo Fizz hugs Big Woobly so hard that its neck breaks a bit more than it already had been

♫ And nobody is mean ♫

Robo Fizz dashes over to the two-headed, banjo-playing bear animatronic and slaps it in the back. The animatronic then squirts a stream of oil from its bigger head at the face of an Imp in the bleachers attempting to drown out the song with music from his phone

♫ No copyright infringement's ever seeen ♫

Robo Fizz dumps a gasoline canister onto a large stack of cease-and-desist papers, lights a match, and throws the match and the canister at the stack, setting the whole thing ablaze.

♫ I have a dream... ♫

♫ (He has a dream) ♫

♫ I'm here to tell... ♫

♫ (He's here to tell) ♫

♫ About a magical, fantastic place called Loo Loo Laaaaand! ♫

Octavia is sitting beside her aunt and is absorbing the musical with disgusted boredom. Outside, Moxxie and Millie walk along a row of game booths, when they are addressed by one of the vendors. Millie gleefully yanks Moxxie over towards the booth

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Carnie Imp: Hello, hello! Step right up and win a thing!

Millie gasps excitedly and says: Oh, look, Moxxie! A THING!

The "thing" in question is some sort of purple stuffed penguin creature with Imp horns, wearing pink overalls. The stuffed animal is labeled with a tag that says "THING?"

Moxxie: Oh, you like that thing?

Millie: YEEEEESSS! I don't really know what that thing is but I want that thing!

Moxxie then smugly says: Ahhh... Finally, something I can handle.

Moxxie takes out some money and hands it to the carnie

Moxxie: Okay! One game, puh-lease!

The carnie Imp rolls his eyes and uses his tail to hand Moxxie a pistol with a cork projectile in the muzzle. Moxxie does not even line up the shot, instead looking to his wife as he effortlessly hits the target right in the bullseye.

Unbeknownst to Moxxie, the target barely moves. He makes a "ricochet" noise with his mouth and blows the black powder smoke clear of the gun, pleased with his marksmanship.

Carnie Demon: Ohhhh! Strike one, little man!

Moxxie: But, I hit it!

Carnie Imp: Hmmm, I don't know what to tell ya, buddy. The target, see? It didn't go down. So, yeah...! No go, bro.

Moxxie growls in anger, and fishes another bill out of his pocket. He grabs the pistol and fires another cork, hitting the target dead-center. The target does not budge. Moxxie slaps the pistol in annoyance.

Moxxie: The Heaven's wrong with this thing?!

Carnie Imp: Oh, man. A real shame, I tell ya. He then mockingly cries

Moxxie hisses in anger as he slaps another bill on the counter.

Moxxie: Another!

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Cut back to the Robo Fizz show. Stolas is gleefully clapping to the music, while Octavia has thrown her head back in torment as her aunt has her head in her hands while Octavia is banging her fist on the seat next to her opposite Athena

♫ --body sing along with the Loo Loo band! Ev'ry boy, ev'ry girl, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man loves Loo Loo Laaaaaaand! ♫

The show ends with a small pyrotechnic display as Robo Fizz cackles maniacally. The bear animatronic faceplants onto the stage and falls to pieces. Stolas claps and cheers even harder

Stolas: Ah hohohoho ho ho ho ho ho, how delightful!

Behind Stolas, an imp armed with a kris dagger rises from beneath the seats ready to stab Stolas, but the top of his

head is quickly blown apart by a shot from Blitzo, who has taken up a position in the gallery behind the back row of seats while Imps scream in absolute fear and run away.

Stolas: *flirtatiously* Oh, my! What aim you have, Blitzy.

Octavia furious then says along with her aunt : Ugh! We can't do this anymore!

Octavia and Athena storm off, with Stolas following behind them as Blitzo cycles his rifle, and prepares to give chase after his charges

Robo Fizz: Mua ha ha ha ha hoho-oh! Is that Blitzo pronounced as spelled my sensors spot up the-e-e-ere? I bet the kiddies are still running away from you, huh? He then laughs

Blitzo: The 'o' is silent now!

Robo Fizz: A-A-Awwwww, just like your audience always was when you to-told your lazy jokes here! He laughs again

Blitz then removes his visors and throws them on the ground as he continues his argument with Robo Fizz.

Blitzo: Bitch, I make more money killing people than you do being a cheap-ass robo ripoff of an overrated sellout JESTER!

Robo Fizz glitching then says: Oohoohoo! Someone's salty! Real or not, though, people lo-o-ove me! Does anybody love you... *low demonic voice* BLITZ-0?

Blitzo: No. But, I'm really good with guns now. Dance, bitch!

Blitzo slams a new magazine into his rifle, switches it to full-auto and opens up on Robo Fizz, who cartwheels out of the way of the incoming rounds. Robo

Fizz rapidly spins like a wheel rolling up the stair to where Blitzo is. He coils himself around Blitzo like a snake, before using his own momentum to launch Blitzo through the top of the tent.

Blitzo: Ohhhh, FUCK MEEEEEEE...!

Outside, Wally Wackford rolls a cart of lit torches in by the tent.

Wally: Torches, I say, I say! Get your inconvenient torches here!

Blitzo lands on the cart, scattering the torches everywhere, which lights the top of the tent on fire.

Wally: Owww! I say, OWWWW!

The green fire very rapidly spreads to all corners of the park. Burning and melting animatronics flee the tent as Robo Fizz cackles and spins his head with demonic glee at the destruction.

Elsewhere, the carnie Imp at the shooting gallery holds 600 souls of Moxxie's money, with Moxxie himself glaring at him with seething anger

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Carnie Imp: Wow! Man, you're really starting to make this sad. Y'know, if you suck, you suck! Guess you won't win your honey here a prize...

Millie: Let me try!

Millie grabs the pistol and fires a cork at a target, which misses wildly. The carnie Imp grins mischievously, and presses a foot pedal in the booth, which causes a target to fall down.

Carnie Imp: Ohhhh, look at that! Lucky shot, baby.

Moxxie: Are you kidding me?! You- you- you charlatan!

Carnie Imp: Hey, uh, get lost, pipsqueak. I'm talkin' to the lady~

The carnie Imp leans toward Millie and makes a seductive purring sound at her. Millie immediately recoils in disgust. In the background, Blitzo and Robo Fizz

continue to battle against each other as the fires spread. Blitzo is thrown up into the air by Robo Fizz and comes down through the roof of the shooting gallery, crushing the carnie Imp under him

Carnie Imp: OWWWW! Oof! Auuugh!

Moxxie surprised then says: Sir?!

Blitz dazed then says: Ohhhh...Hey, guys! You should probably go, uh, make sure Stolas is okay. I've... got some unfinished business to take care of.

Blitzo draws his flintlock pistol, cocks it, and fires at the now burning Robo Fizz. The impact of the bullet spins

Robo Fizz's head around, but when he spins his head back, he is revealed to be unharmed by the shot, having caught the bullet in his teeth. He then spits the bullet out

Blitzo: Oh, what a mouth!

Blitzo immediately grimaces when he realizes what he just said. Robo Fizz coils himself up into his rolling form again, charging straight at Blitzo. He leaps out of the way as his enemy hits the booth, destroying it in a large

explosion. Several pieces of shrapnel and burning prizes shoot in all direction, as the camera follows the severed heads of three of the "things"

Moxxie attempted to win. The piece of stuffed animal strikes a young Imp boy in the head, knocking him unconscious the second a photographer takes a picture of the Imp family

Father: Goddammit, Nathan! You ruined another bloody photo! Why were you even born?!

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Elsewhere, Stolas is still running after his daughter and his twin sister .

Stolas: Octavia, Athena?

Octavia & Athena (off-screen) Just leave us alone!

Stolas: Octavia, Athena !

Octavia and Athena run into a building called the "Fun House." Inside, Stolas is confronted with a a surreal room of eyes, tubes, spikes, mirrors, and disembodied hands. He goes further

into the room, looking around for where his daughter and his sister could have gone. A shadow appears behind Stolas, as a random Imp jumps upon his back

Stolas annoyed then says: Umm, I think I'm supposed to be bodyguarded right now!

The Imp covers Stolas' mouth with his shirt sleeve, but is suddenly shot in the head and falls to the ground. Moxxie and Millie appear in the entryway, Millie having just shot the Imp with a pistol.

Stolas then wipes the imp blood off of his sleeve, annoyed he then says : Ugh, that's better. Where is Blitzy? He's my knight in shining armor, not you littler ones.

Millie: He's, uhhhh... busy.

Moxxie: Being a fool.

Stolas: What kind of fool?

Moxxie: The "everything is now on fire" kind.

Disinterested, Stolas leaves the imps, effortlessly dodging between two swinging pendulums, and heads down a tunnel into an adjoining room. There, he sees Octavia & Athena riding in circles in apple-themed rail cars, crying

Stolas: Octavia , Athena ...

Stolas discards the Loo Loo Land hat, which in response to his emotional state has gone from a goofy grin to a sad frown.

Stolas: I take it you both are... not having fun.

Octavia crying then says: I didn't even want to come here! I only wanted to hang out with aunt Athena!

Stolas: I'm sorry, sweetie. I... I thought you loved it here.

Octavia sniffling then says When I was a kid and my parents didn't hate each other... and my dad didn't flirt with some... weird red dickhead the entire time.

Stolas: I'm sorry, Via , thena I'm sorry for... everything... happening right now. I know it's... a lot. I, uh-- I should have listened.

Octavia crying says: I just want to go home... but home doesn't even feel like home anymore... You ruined it.

Stolas: You need to understand... your mother and I... I just-... I felt-... She's always been... I haven't been- Ha-... We weren't in... I'm sorry, I- I- I don't have the words.

Octavia crying then asks : Are you gonna run off with him? And leave me and aunt Athena behind? Go away where... we can't find you?

Stolas: *emphatically* What? No! No, no, never. I'd never do that. Never. I think it's time to leave this place. You were right. You are too old for it, anyway.

Stolas carries Octavia and Athena out of the Fun House, as an imp grins maniacally in the space above the drop-ceiling, looking down on Stolas. The imp drops down and flicks open a switchblade.

Stolas immediately turns around, eyes glowing brightly. The Imp immediately turns to stone and is knocked over by a pendulum. Outside, the park has been reduced to pandemonium as dusk falls.

Millie attempts to shoot at Robo Fizz, who rolls around wildly. The robot is caught by the draconic creature from before, and swallowed whole, as Moxxie rides on its back. Stolas,Octavia & Athena leave the park gates.

Stolas: So, what would you like to do now?

Octavia: Oh, can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there.

Stolas: *reluctantly* Hmmm, okayyyyy...

Octavia: *chuckles* Thanks, dad. You're okay, sometimes. And aunt Athena can you come over more I missed you

Stolas: Thank you, Via. Thank you.

Athena: of course via I'll come over a lot more often I missed you too

A massive explosion rocks the park, sending the employees of I.M.P. hurtling through the air, smoking and screaming. All three land in front of Stolas,Octavia and Athena.

Moxxie: Way to ruin another good thing, sir!

Blitzo: Worth it! That slutty toy clown had. It. Comin'!

Moxxie and Blitzo fall unconscious. A stray animal that looks like Queef grabs Millie by the hair and drags her offscreen

Meanwhile Athena called a taxi home and walked into the mansion that her and her husband live in her husband heard the door and walked up to her and hugged her he see's that she's been crying and tells her that she should get some sleep to

Which she went straight to their shared bed and fell asleep

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Paul

"Life had just started to get a bit messy when Linda became pregnant with Mary. Allen Klein [the American business manager] was involved iwtht he Beatles and, over the year, things seemed to get more chaotic and worrying. Then, the miracle: our Mary. The chaos got pushed to one side and all I cared about was being a dad. But there was still a lot of unpleasantness flying around, so in the end I said: "Let's get out of here, go to Scotland and be a family." It wasn't planned, but Mary came at exactly the right time. She changed my perspective to a degree where I could look at what was happening with the Beatles and think, "Does it really matter?"

If you were a dad in the late 1960s, you were part of taht first wave who got involved with the whole process of pregnancy and birth. One afternoon I remember going down to the local Family Planning Association and picking up a booklet called You Are Having A New Baby. I loved reading it: "At this-many-weeks, your baby will be as big as an orange." And then being there at the birth! In my dad's day, that would have been unheard of.

My first solo album came out in 1970 and I decided to use one of Linda's photos of me and Mary on the cover. This tiny head poking out from the inside of my jacket. These days you wouldn't do it because it feels dangerous to put pictures of your kids out there, but back then we weren't bothered. A lot of musical acquiantances warned me that being a dad would change my professional life. You can't take kids on tour, you can't have them in the sutdio. My professional life did change because I was no longer in the band, but I was still writing and recording. For the first Wings tour in 1972 we simply packed a load of nappies and toys and took the kids with us.

Later, when they were at school, I'd have a word with the headmaster. "Look, we'll be away for six weeks and I don't relish the thought of getting a call in Australia saying something happened to one of the kids." The school gave us a list of the lessons they'd be missing and we took a tutor with us, which the kids hated. They saw it as a six-week holiday. Like all parents, we were dreading the rebellious teens, but the most rebellion we had from Mary and Stella was having to listen to Wham! all day long. Looking back, I guess that wasn't too bad.

In 1998 Mary and the kids lost their mum and I lost … Linda. I knew it was my job to be “strong Dad who keeps it together”, but you can’t do that the whole time unless you completely hide your feelings. Eventually my emotions started leaking out. That’s when the roles were reversed and the kids rallied round me. We got through it, but we all struggled because she was the glue that held everything together.

Linda would have been so happy to see how far vegetarianism has come since we started the food business [in 1991]. And now Mary’s continuing the tradition with her own vegan cooking show. Yes, I’m proud of what I’ve achieved musically, but I’m also proud that Linda played such a big part in bringing vegetarian food into people’s homes.

Christmas and new year were a big family thing when I was a kid, so I keep the tradition going. Me and Nancy [Shevell, whom he married in 2011] like to go to Mary’s, the grandkids running around with their new toys. I do it for them as much as me — I want them to experience the same joy I felt at their age. That connection with family is what keeps me sane. I’ve got my fingers crossed for 2022. Like everyone, I’m hoping we’ll get a chance to do some of the things we’ve missed out on, see the people we love. It’ll be nice to have a bit more normality.

Mary

My earliest memories are split between London and the farm in Scotland. The excitement of city life versus absolute solitude. It was still exciting but in a different way: riding ponies, climbing trees, helping Mum in the kitchen. And the sound of Dad’s guitar.

It makes me laugh now, but there were some afternoons when we’d be watching cartoons and Dad would wander over with his guitar. He’d sit down and start playing this beautiful music, messing around with melodies and songs. We’d all give him an evil stare. “Dad, we’re watching telly. Go in the kitchen.” One time he said: “Do you know how many people would love to be sitting here now, listening to me play guitar?” I just shrugged. “But we can’t hear The Wombles.”

Being a vegetarian family in the late 1970s marked you out as different. Everybody said it was all Mum’s idea and she’d forced Dad to stop eating meat, but they did it as a team. I remember them discussing recipes and Dad saying he still wanted something he could slice for his Sunday roast. Mum was always excited about cooking and she inspired me. Dad’s pretty good in the kitchen — he’d make a great sous-chef. If you ask him to sort out the mashed potato, it’ll be the best you’ve ever tasted. He’s meticulous, just like he is in the studio.

Of course people made fun of Mum and Dad for being veggie. They made fun of Mum for a lot of things, saying she wasn’t a real musician, she wore odd socks and charity-shop jumpers. The real problem was that she didn’t fit the mould of the woman they wanted Paul McCartney to marry. They wanted someone who went to all the chichi parties, but Mum was more interested in feeding the animals on the farm.

Mum and Dad insisted we went to the local comprehensive school, which made me feel a bit awkward at the time. I’d be in school for a term, then off on tour. When I came back, all my friends had made new friends. Now, when I look back, I realise what a smart move it was. It kept us grounded.

Dad was almost too enthusiastic when it came to helping with homework. On my own I could knock it off in half an hour but Dad would get out the encyclopaedia, he’d be cross-referencing and drawing graphs. The teachers must have got suspicious when I gave in these ridiculously detailed essays. Dad said education changed his life and he wanted to pass that love of learning on to us.

I look at Dad and think, after all he’s been through, how has he managed to stay in one piece? He has found a way of keeping a level head, no matter what else is happening in his life. My own personal theory — I’ve not talked to Dad about this — is that he needs normality because that’s what inspires him. Real life and real people. That’s where all the music comes from.

Every year that goes by I seem to find a new level of admiration for what Dad has achieved — and Mum too. My husband and I have this game where we try to get through a day without coming across a reference to Dad or the Beatles. What usually happens is that I get to around nine o’clock, then something comes on the radio or I see an ad for the new Beatles documentary.

I do listen to the Beatles at home, but it’s the Wings stuff I play the most. Mum’s not around any more, but when she’s doing her backing vocals I can still hear her and Dad together. There’s a song called I Am Your Singer — that always gets me. “When day is done, harmonies will linger on.”

#paul and linda #paul and children #mary mccartney #paul mccartney #linda mccartney

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Revenge of the Underrated

15. Help! I'm a Fish vs Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

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Help! I'm a Fish

"It's a Danish movie from the early 2000s, so it already has that uncanny valley feel of being unfamiliar to the average American viewer, and is almost entirely 2D animated with 3D only used to help instead of being the main medium. It's about 3 kids that stumble upon this scientist's lair and the youngest of them, Stella, accidentally drinks a potion that turns her into an aquatic animal (a starfish for her) thinking it was Kool-Aid (or lemonade, depending on the dub). Her brother, Fly, throws her into the ocean not realizing that the starfish was his transformed sister and he and his cousin, Chuck, drink the potion (a flyfish and a jellyfish respectively) so they can search for her in the ocean. Along the way, they accidentally drop the potion into the sea which gives sentience to a pilot fish and shark, the main villains. They then start to administer the potion to any fish they find.

I heard about the movie from a Youtube review and then watched it for myself that night. It was super fun and I could totally see this being a fever dream movie from some unsuspecting 8 yo. Part of the reason I say that is because the movie isn't afraid to have its dark moments. Fly gets slashed by a crab and almost DIES. Chuck has to do a risky mission in order to get Fly and Stella back to the scientist's lair so he can turn them back. Stella admittedly didn't do much, but she's 4, she gets a pass. She makes a seahorse friend, so that's good. The parents of the kids track down the scientist in his lair and confront and are ready to beat him up before he manages to show them the video of Stella turning into a starfish (the scientist planned to drink the potion on camera to prove it works, but forgot he had to get the antidote, leaving the potion alone and getting Stella's transformation on camera). There's even a moment where you think Chuck's mom straight up (accidentally) stomped on Fly's fish body before you find out it was just a stuffed fish and Fly is a human again.

As for the villain, he was a fun little sleezy villain, immediately creating a dictatorship with his newfound intelligence (he had a whole song about it). And Fly uses that against him by tricking him into drinking more of the potion to become smarter. Unfortunately, the potion doesn't just give fish human intelligence, it MAKES them human, and the last you see of the villain is him drowning and floating away as a half-fish, half-man igor. Horrifying but so, so awesome.

The animation is spectacular, the voice acting is great in both English and Danish (plus Chuck is voiced by one of the dudes from Breaking Bad), and with actual peril for the main characters (I forgot to mention that they would be stuck fish if they didn't take the antidote in the next 24 hours). I'm definitely going to find a CD of this movie to show/traumatize my future kids + niblings. "

Really cool animation, really interesting storyline and fun songs that stick to your brain like a fever dream

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Red Shoes is a Snow White retelling that features a plus size princess and teaches that it's who a person is on the inside that matters. It contrasts Merlin, the male lead, who is normally conventionally handsome but cursed to be a "hideous" (actually quite cute) dwarf, a form he's desperate to escape, with Snow White/Red Shoes who is normally an adorable plus sized princess (ie not the traditional beauty) who is trapped by necessity in the form of a thin traditional princess, a form that she's incredibly uncomfortable with. It's ultimately about being your true self, loving who you are, and looking past appearances to find the beauty that lies within. Also, Patrick Warburton is the magic mirror.

It's an adorable, sweet movie that deserves more people to know about it! It was so fun and funny that after I watched it the first time, I turned around and immediately rewatched it with my husband (like he came in during the last 5 minutes, and we immediately started it over).

#Revenge of the Underrated #Help! I'm a Fish #Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs #best animated movie #round 1

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Okay, please tell me if I'm off in my insights here. I know my media literacy skills aren't always the best. But one of the many, many, *many* things that doesn't make a lick of sense to me about Viv's writing and worldbuilding is how Stella would even be allowed to get away with openly mistreating Stolas.

If the Goetia are as strict and unyielding as we're supposed to believe they are, there's no way she'd have realistically made it this far being openly hostile and degrading towards him.

It makes even less sense with Andrealphus being involved, since he and presumably their parents would have drilled it into Stella that she has to 'behave herself'. And yeah, it wouldn't mean she couldn't be abusive towards him in private, but the 'Still Not Divorced' parties and openly mocking him in front of others? Can't see that flying (no pun intended) within a group we're supposed to believe values image. It doesn't make sense that they'd allow a wife who was a lower rank than her husband to behave that way. Especially since to the Goetia, Stella's a glorified incubator *at best*. Doubly so after what we learned from Andrealphus. Just...yeah. It makes no sense, just like almost every other bit of worldbuilding Viv's tried to give us. Again, PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong here. I know Viv sucks at worldbuilding and lore, but I still want to give credit where credit's due. So if I'm in the wrong here, I want to know.

Nope, you're 100% right. It doesn't make an ounce of sense, not in terms of how a royal family should and not in terms of what we're shown Stella cares about (her image and Stolas's).

#Anonymous #helluva boss critical #actual blog post

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Behold, my final submission for @officialfeysandweek2023! Day 7: Free Day

Feyre Archeron is stuck. She looks after her family home, she waits on her stepmother and stepsisters, and she dreams of a world where things could be different. Even if ever since her father's death, things have been unimaginably bleak. Across the Kingdom, Crown Prince Rhysand lives a completely different life, longing to escape his royal duties.

A Feysand Ever After AU

Rated G, 2.3k words

Rhysand was fuming.

Tonight’s meeting with the King and Queen had gone far worse than usual. They were insistent upon an arranged marriage, and his father refused to see reason.

It was utterly ridiculous. After all, his father had entered an arranged marriage, and both of his parents were miserable. More than anything, he felt betrayed by his mother. She had been slightly more lenient than the king, but still firm.

She had never wanted to marry his father, she would have been the first to admit that she was unhappy in her marriage.

And yet, she insisted he “seriously start looking for someone to spend the rest of his life with,” or he would be stuck with whoever his father picked.

For not the first time, Rhys envied his younger sister. Stella would never have to deal with the burden of ruling, and he would never force her into an arranged marriage if he had any say in the matter.

Storming through the empty halls, Rhys reached his room at last and was met with stern glances from two of his least favorite guards.

So, his parents thought he meant to escape, did they?

Well, they were fools if they ever thought he would escape using the front door – especially after he had already done so once.

It would seem there was only one thing to do. Rhys eyed his bed, piled with sheets despite the blistering heat.

There were certainly enough to form a rope.

By the time his parents had burst into his room, he had scaled down the wall, snuck to the stables, and secured his favorite horse.

From there, he was flying down the road, cutting through the woods and leaving the roads. He couldn’t hear the thunder of the guards behind him, not yet.

For now, it was only him and the night air. He could pretend to be no one for a while.

Feyre groaned softly as she cracked open bleary eyes. The crow of the rooster had awoken her, but she was hardly ready to get up.

Silently, she debated the merits of staying in bed for a few more minutes. This time of day, nobody would be looking for her, and she could stay asleep. But there would be hell to pay if she slept too long and her stepmother found her still in bed.

Well – bed wasn’t exactly the best word for it. Rather than climb the rickety attic stairs to her drafty room, she had fallen asleep on a blanket near the hearth the night before. It hadn’t been comfortable, but it had been warm. She had made the most of the fire’s dying light by doing a few rough sketches on scraps of parchment.

And now, she was paying the price for it, judging by the ache in her back. Stifling another groan, she thrust her upper body up, blinking the dreams away from her bleary eyes.

The fire had died throughout the night – even the embers had cooled. Her sketches still remained, safely out of the way of the flames that had burned hours before. She reached for the one on top of her little stack – a simple landscape of the ridge past the house, to the north. It was the favorite spot of Alis, another servant at the estate.

Or at least, she had been.

Three days prior, Feyre’s wretched stepmother had sold Alis off to pay her debts.

Actually sold her. It made Feyre’s blood boil, to think of loving, hardworking Alis alone, somewhere wholly unfamiliar, treated like a piece of property. Her family - completely unable to reach her.

Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do. Nothing any of them could do. She had pled with the debt collectors to take her instead, but according to her stepmother, Feyre still had value here.

As far as Feyre could see, the only value was unpaid labor. The other servants received a wage, no matter how meager. As part of the family, Feyre’s work was just “helping out around the house,” and thus not worthy of pay.

So, she had been wholly unable to help Alis. Unable to do anything but remember her friend by sketching out her favorite spot.

She couldn’t help but think it looked rather pathetic in the morning light. Her artistic skills were hardly anything to write home about.

Still, she gathered the scraps carefully, tucking them away into a space between two bricks where she could retrieve them later and stow them away in her room. She wasn’t worried about her family finding them – they never bothered to come down to the kitchen – but they could easily be swept up in the chaos of the day. Her drawings might not have been much, but they were one of the few things that were hers, all the same.

Feyre rose to her feet and dusted off her skirts, dirty with soot and grime. Her cheek itched as well – a sure sign that there was a giant smudge of soot staining it. Good thing the only ones to see her this morning would be the goats and chickens. If she hurried with her chores, she could clean up a bit before serving breakfast to her stepmother, and hopefully avoid a verbal beating.

At the very least, it was a beautiful morning. The late summer sun’s heat was already showing its strength, though it was just past sunrise.

Shoving on her worn boots, Feyre grimaced as she laced them up. They were too small to be laced tight, but if she left them loose, she’d be as likely to trip. Nesta had gotten another new pair of slippers the week prior, but Feyre’s contributions hadn’t been deemed important enough to warrant a new pair of boots.

She took a deep breath and vowed to let it go. She had been nursing the injustice for the last week, and complaining about it wouldn’t change things.

She knew without thinking about it what needed to be done this morning. Taking care of the animals always came first, and then a trip to their small orchard. The apples were starting to ripen, and if she picked some this morning, the cook could have something made for tea this afternoon.

Still a bit drowsy, she trudged over to the chicken coop, the door creaking as she unlatched it.

A few of the hens greeted her with gentle clucks, and Feyre murmured back to them as she checked for eggs. Their chickens were some of the best layers around – she always made sure nothing had happened to the prized birds in the night. Otherwise, the whole family would be missing the income at the next market day.

Just as she was walking back to the house, she heard the thundering of hooves in the distance. A sizable group, by the sound of it – and approaching quickly.

She turned back to the road, eggs gathered in her basket, just in time to see a dozen men speeding by on horseback. Each was a blur of black and navy – the colors of the crown. They didn’t pause, though she thought a few might have spared her a glance as they thundered on.

Interesting. Who were the Royal Guard on the hunt for?

The men were gone as quickly as they came, sparing no time to pause and ask her questions. She knew she didn’t look to be of much importance – and it was no matter. If there was news, her stepmother and stepsisters would know of it by noon, and the house would be filled with their chatter.

No sense in wasting daylight, Feyre decided, still holding the basket of eggs. She made her way back to the house, deposited the eggs in the kitchen, and set out to the orchard. It was only a few minutes away from the house, and the apples were so plentiful that she didn’t even need a ladder to fill her basket.

She was making her way back to the house again when she heard a sharp whinny – followed by rapid hoofbeats.

It was coming from the stable.

Feyre knew with absolute certainty that nobody in her family would be riding a horse, much less this early. That meant one thing – a horse thief. They lived in the countryside, they would be an easy target for bandits.

And she would be damned if she let them get away with one of her father’s prized horses.

Nearly spilling her basket of apples, she sharply turned around, rounding the corner of the house in time to see a cloaked figure astride a horse with a shining coat as black as night.

Bryaxis – her father’s favorite stallion.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Feyre muttered to herself, hardly thinking before she sprung into action.

She sprinted towards the thief as fast as her skirts would allow, ripe apple in hand instantly.

“Stop! Thief!” she shouted. “Halt right there!”

Bryaxis slowed at the sound of her voice, bucking against his strange rider.

“My horse threw its shoe!” the masked figure protested – with a man’s deep voice. “What would you have me do?”

The audacity – because his horse threw a shoe, it was her problem? What kind of entitled prick was she dealing with?

Closer now, she could see his finely made navy cloak in greater detail, but the thief was turned away from her, hiding his face. If she had to guess, she would have said he was a younger man.

Young or old, there was no way in hell he was getting away with this, and she skidded to a halt in the grass, regained her footing, and threw the apple. Half her basket spilled in the attempt.

It missed by a hair, flying past his shoulder.

“Fix your own horse! Or ask for help!” she shouted right back, “instead of stealing from good people!”

She scooped up another fallen apple from the ground, her aim steadier this time. It hit the man square in the forehead, sending him flying off Bryaxis. A rush of satisfaction rushed through her – that ought to show him that she wasn’t to be trifled with.

He hit the ground with a thud, thrashing against the pompous velvet cloak he had gotten twisted up in. Feyre darted forward and snatched the horse’s reigns, whispering calming nothings to the spooked animal. Bryaxis was her father’s best stallion, but he was also the most reactive.

“Leave us be!” shouted Feyre again for good measure. She gripped another apple, ready to throw it if the man came towards her. It was starting to sink in that she had been rash – there was no telling if he was armed or not. If he was willing to steal a horse, who knew what else he was willing to do to a woman alone? Other than the apples, which would only get her so far in close combat, she was unarmed.

The thief stumbled to his feet – and Feyre debated the merits of hitting him squarely with another apple, but she didn’t have time to act on it.

His hood fell away, and Feyre found herself gazing into a face everyone in the kingdom knew. Before her stood Prince Rhysand.

Shit.

She released the reigns and dropped to the ground before he could utter a word. Her knees screamed in pain as sharp stones pressed into them, but she dropped her forehead to the ground, face burning.

“Your Highness, please, forgive me. I didn’t see you,” she begged.

She was dead. Well and truly dead. The ruling family of Velaris wasn’t known for their mercy, and she had assaulted the Crown Prince. If she was even more unlucky, they would take it out on her entire family.

Oh, Gods.

She didn’t dare look up, but she thought she heard him – snort? “Well, your aim would suggest otherwise,” he remarked.

Fear gripped her heart, and she knew she ought to spout a thousand more apologies, but –

“Your face was hidden,” she rushed. “I wouldn’t have given chase if I knew it was you, your highness. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“So a horse thief is excused if he is royal?”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Feyre said, tongue burning with the lie. “I cannot presume to know your motivations.”

He was silent, and she dared glance up a hair. The Prince was swinging himself back into Bryaxis’s saddle.

Of course, he still intended on taking the horse. He was still an entitled prick – just a royal one.

“Rise,” Prince Rhysand said.

She picked herself up, dusting the gravel off her skirt.

“Is that true?” he asked. “You wouldn’t have given chase if you knew it was me?”

“I wish you no ill will, Your Highness.”

“Well then. For your silence.”

She dared meet his eyes, but she couldn’t read what she saw in his guarded expression. She looked away again, hating herself for it as she heard the rustle of fabric and the jangle of coins, and then round pieces of gold were spilling on the ground before her.

More gold than plenty of people saw in a year – more than she had seen in a long time.

Before she could do anything other than stare in shock, Prince Rhysand snapped the reigns and was gone, taking her father’s horse with him.

Feyre dropped to her knees again and began counting the gold.

AN: Thank you for reading! I'm not completely sure where this is going yet, but it was a lot of fun to write.

Feysand week has been a blast to take part in this year. I've had so much fun creating, and now I have so much content from other talented creators to catch up on!

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