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Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 8)

Title: Unsinkable Author: Gingersoup Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 250,812 Summary: After a fight gone wrong in the Department of Mysteries, sworn enemies Draco and Hermione are thrown into a mysterious pensive-like portal and come out the other side onto the RMS Titanic. In a race against time and without their wands, the unlikely duo will have to fight against the binds of their new identities as well as their animosity toward each other in order to survive.

Title: Anchor and Rose. Author: sixth_senses Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 200,220 Summary: "Is it really a good idea to run away from war with the person you despise the most?"A hotel, A boathouse, Narcissa Malfoy's safe-house, and the world's most powerful wand left behind by Regulus Black. What else could Hermione add to the list to make her absolutely insane?Ah yes, Draco fucking Malfoy.ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY WATTPAD (sixth_senses)

Title: selfxconclusion Author: spicyxpisces Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 424,687 Summary: One year after the death of her husband, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is trying to navigate her way through her loss. While trying to discover who she is without her husband, her friends move through their own forms of grief within their relationships.

Title: The Stars Above Us Author: embersofapril Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 200,988 Summary: He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another.It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time.He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week.-A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

Title: A Game of High Stakes Author: in_dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 263,110 Summary: In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Title: Who We Are Now Author: LiloLilyAnn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 60 Word Count: 398,717 Summary: She lived through the war, but did she actually survive it? She didn't recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror, sunken eyes and protruding ribs, covered in scars. This wasn’t Hermione Granger. She died alongside Lavender, Fred, Sirius, Remus... Her name wasn’t up on any walls in memoriam, but she felt like a casualty nonetheless.*****When Hermione can't seem to get past the trauma of the war and all that happened to her, she's convinced to get help for her mental health issues. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World has none... yet.

Title: Redemption/Atonement Author: LordoftheManor Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 75 Word Count: 448,946 Summary: Draco Malfoy has had a crush on Granger for years. When Blaise tells him he's heard Granger has a crush on him--Draco decides to seize the opportunity. The only problem is, Granger wants to keep things quiet. Oh and he's a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort. Hermione Granger has been secretly pining after Draco for years, telling no one. When he suddenly confronts her after class her world turns upside down. This is a 7th year fic as if Dumbledore hadn’t been killed and Voldemort hadn’t taken over the ministry yet. Draco redemption arc. This will cover books 6 & 7.Really just an excuse to write smut about a curly haired witch and her platinum haired beau. There will be dark themes, I’ll try not to stray too far from the books with that though. Explicit sexual content.

Title: A Dangerous Collection Author: Lia_Redrose Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 34 Word Count: 208,277 Summary: Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him. Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?” There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him. It was a catastrophe. A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

Title: Redemption Author: gnrkrystle Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 45 Word Count: 237,960 Summary: As an Unspeakable, Hermione has been tasked with a very complicated case. All the Marked Death Eaters in Azkaban are falling ill - Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott the worst among them. She has to find out why and cure them.

Title: Finding Hermione Author: ebookdragon Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 217,753 Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts' students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he's been living. Draco witnesses Hermione's world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Title: The Education of a Lady Author: thewanderers'wanderingdaughter Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Horror Chapters: 34 Word Count: 365,605 Summary: Fourth and final (for real this time) part in the His Little Bird series. The story of survival, betrayal, and tragedy. A monster took everything from her. Now she's expected to be a willing participant in the world he's built for them. They want her to become one of them. She only wants vengeance, and now that she has her power back, she can make that a reality.

Title: Snow Angel Author: SunflowersXx Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 31 Word Count: 353,142 Summary: ‘To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves’- Federico Garcia Lorca. Hermione hated secrets, she hated the idea that their lives were already decided in the stars; but mostly, she hated that she had to break Draco Malfoy’s heart.Draco didn’t think he would ever know what love felt like, he didn’t think he would find it in the sun, in whiskey and in that one curl. He certainly didn’t think he would loose it just as he had it in his grasp.

Title: The Hardest of Hearts Author: WillowingScribe1709 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 34 Word Count: 219,508 Summary: Hermione, driven to become Minister of Magic, reluctantly joins a matchmaking agency, only to discover Draco Malfoy as her top match.Initially scoffing at the idea of marrying her old nemesis, Hermione is forced to reconsider when their paths intertwine, unraveling not just their past but also new layers of deceit. Among these Draco's connection to the Seven Devils, a group wrapped in secrecy and rumoured to have been founded by his father, Lucius.What starts out as a simple match of convenience soon blossoms into a profound connection that catches Hermione completely off guard. With a menacing new threat casting a shadow over their future, their growing bond becomes the crux upon which destiny hinges.---------“It’s not that simple,” he said, and his eyes flashed with something dark that curled around her airways and choked the breath out of her. “Even if we never consummate our marriage, I need to know that I can touch you in public without you flinching. That you can touch me in return without looking green in the face.”“Of course I can,” she said with more bravado than she felt.“Is that so?” Malfoy asked, more darkness swirling in his eyes. “Care to demonstrate?”

#Length: 200k or more #favourite fics #classic fics #novel length #dramione

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petitelepus · 4 months

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Genya encounters cursed book reader and having his older brother, Giyu, Obanai, and Tanjiro showing up to rescue him just as he was about to lose to reader. Reader was flirting/teasing with Genya at first before being hostile towards him

Here you go, I hope you enjoy this!

WARNINGS: Demon!Reader, Cursing

"Caw! Head to the South! South!" Had Genya's Kasugai Crow shouted as he was on his way to his next destination.

According to the information he was provided with, a creature of some sort had caused havoc in this small village, a demon perhaps and most likely. So far no casualties were reported yet, but it was better to get there before any would appear.

The village… It was quiet. The streets were empty but it was already nighttime by the time he made it there. He looked around, trying to locate the demon but the village felt almost as if it was abandoned. The lights in the small houses were the only signs of life Genya could see.

The young man frowned as he followed the feeling in his gut and that led him to what actually looked like an abandoned house just outside of the town.

"The fuck…?" Genya cursed silently as he pulled out his shotgun and Wakizashi before carefully entering the house.

The place truly was abandoned based on all the dust and cobwebs that decorated the house from floor to ceiling, but Genya could feel this, presence in there, and that alerted him.

"My, another visitor?" Came a young woman's voice, but Genya couldn't locate the voice's source. He raised his weapons as he looked around, "Who is there!?"

"It's almost flattering how many people have been visiting me lately." The woman's voice came again, "Almost flattering enough to make a girl blush."

"Come the fuck out!" Genya shouted, completely unaware of the shadow creeping towards his own shadow until it was too late and the Demon Slayer shouted as his leg was yanked up and he found himself hanging from the floor of the small house.

"Shit!" The young man cursed, nearly dropping his weapons but he managed to hold onto them.

"Hmm, what a cute young man you are." Came that woman's voice again and Genya watched as the shadows around the house seemed to blend into one and an inky creature of some sort rose from that shadow. It sounded like a woman, but it looked more like an undefined blob of ink that tried to take a woman's form.

"If I was a couple hundred years younger and not stuck in this prison of mine then I would have loved to take you out." The Demon chuckled and Genya cursed, quickly pointing his shotgun at the monster and shooting-!

But the second the bullets were about to hit the Demon, its body turned into liquid again and dodged them. Genya reached for more bullets, but the ink Demon formed again and smacked the shotgun and Wakizashi out of his hands.

"Ah, that was dangerous!" The woman's voice tutted as it moved and suddenly hung upside down from the ceiling like Genya was and just in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind if I take a peek at what's going there in that head of yours and while I'm at it, I'll see what memories that brave heart of yours carries?" The Demon giggled and Genya cursed himself for letting his guard down like that. It would cost him his life now and-!

The young Slayer tried to struggle, but the shadow ink holding his legs swallowed more and more of his body, rendering him immobile.

"Shit!" Genya cursed, and then he could see everything. His whole life passed before his eyes, but just as the ink was about to swallow his head, it stopped by his neck.

"Oh…" The Demon gasped quietly, "What a sad past you have. So bloody, so tragic, so lonely…! It must hurt to carry all these feelings…"

It didn't take a genius to understand that this Demon was reading Genya's mind and memories. That's how it dodged his bullets! The young man grounded his teeth together in fury, "Get the fuck out of my head!"

"I will, but I won't let you go just like that." The Demon nodded as it raised its inky finger and pressed it against the young man's forehead, "I'll be taking and eating those memories of yours and give you new ones, better ones and you can live a normal life-!"

"Genya!"

Genya flinched. He knew that voice!

The young man and the ink Demon turned to look and the latter one barely managed to dodge the black Nichirin katana that cut Genya free. The young man fell on his feet, almost like a cat, and turned to look at his sudden savior.

"T- Tanjiro!?" Genya gasped and the young and Tanjiro nodded, "Genya, pick up your guns and sword! The fight isn't over yet!"

Genya flinched and immediately grabbed his weapons and reloaded before he and Tanjiro pressed their backs together as they looked at the inky shadows moving all over the house.

"Be careful Tanjiro! This freak can read our minds!"

"Got it!"

"Ack!" The woman's voice rang around them as the shadows kept moving, "One Slayer is good but two is too much! I'm out of here!"

Genya and Tanjiro watched how the shadows slithered out of the broken windows and out of the building. Genya growled as he was about to rush after the Demon, but Tanjiro stopped him.

"Genya, wait!"

"What is it!?"

"The Demon is still here! It didn't flee like it said it would!"

"How can you tell!?"

"I can smell it…!" Tanjiro sniffed the air and his eyes flicked to the book in the corner of the room, "There! That book smells exactly like the Demon!"

"Then let's finish it off-!" Genya raised his gun and shot at the book, but to his and Tanjiro's shock, the book grew small inky hands that it used to dodge the bullets.

"Close one!" The Demon yelped and the ink took the form of a black owl that picked up the book and flew out of the window.

"After it!" The two young Demon Slayers rushed outside and saw the owl in the distance, flying towards the moon-!

"Is that-!?" The boys gasped as they watched the air around the owl shift and cut it, causing the owl to fall.

"That technique…!" Genya knew that technique, it belonged to one and only Wind Hashira aka his older brother Sanemi. Genya and Tanjiro nodded to each other and quickly ran after the book.

It didn't take the two of them long to make it to there where the book fell and both Genya and Tanjiro were shocked to see the Wind Hashira but also Water and Serpent Hashiras with him.

"B- brother!?" Genya stuttered at the sight of his brother, "W- what are you doing here? Did you come to-?"

"Tch, don't flatter yourself, shithead!" Sanemi snapped, "We happened to be nearby so we came here to offer support!"

"I- I see…" Genya nodded and the focus shifted to the trembling book below Obanai's foot, "P- please don't hurt me!"

"So the book is this Demon's main body…" Giyu thought calmly while Obanai pulled out his Nichirin sword and held the blade above the book's cover.

"What a weak thing. Any last words?" The Serpent Hashira asked and the picture on the book's cover changed into a picture of a young woman.

"W- wait, I'm innocent!" The woman shouted, but Obanai wasn't impressed, "Tch, what a poor choice of last words."

"It's true! I haven't eaten any humans ever!" The woman shouted and just as the blade was about to pierce the book, Tarnjiro stopped Obanai, "Please wait Iguro-Senpai."

"Huh?!" Now the Serpent Hashira was pissed, "Are you siding with this Demon also? Like your sister wasn't enough?"

"I can't smell any lies." Tanjiro held his ground, "This Demon, no matter what hasn't eaten a human before."

"So what!?" Sanemi snapped, "It's a Demon and our job is to kill every single Demon out there!"

"I can help! I can be useful!" The Demon woman cried out, "I hate Demons too! It's because of them that I'm the way I am now!"

"How can we trust you if you so easily side with Demon Slayers, your natural enemies?" Giyu asked and the woman's lower lip wobbled as she shared her story about how in order to avoid becoming a Demon's meal she had turned herself into one, but what made her different from others was how she was bound to her book and how she rejected human meat and instead fed on something else…

"So you are saying that you eat humans' memories and feelings?" Tanjiro asked and the woman on the book's cover nodded, "Yeah… I guess that's my Blood Demon Art? Ink Demon Art?"

"So what was all that in the house earlier, huh!?" Genya asked, pissed and suspicious, and the Demon cried out, "The thing is, I feed on memories and strong emotions, and your memories and feelings were just so strong and… Sad…"

The woman's lower lip wobbled again as if she were about to cry again, "I have no desire to harm humans. I was just going to eat your feelings and memories and write you nice ones instead…"

"Wait, so you can rewrite people's memories and such?" Sanemi asked and Genya didn't miss how his older brother glanced at him from the corner of his sharp eyes.

The book's woman nodded, "Yes, that's the exchange I've created. I get to feed and others are freed from the memories that haunt and are holding them back-!

"Don't screw with me!" Genya snapped, making the other Slayers and the book Demon flinch. Genya scowled, "My memories are mine and my past doesn't define me!"

"I…" The book Demon blinked before bowing, "I understand and I'm sorry I tried to force myself onto you…"

"You tried what!?" Sanemi snapped and the book Demon yelped, "I mean, he is young and handsome, but mostly I'm sorry for trying to take his memories! I'm sorry, please don't kill me!"

Sanemi wanted to beat some sense into the Demon, but retained from doing so.

"Tch!" It didn't mean he was happy about it.

"So far it appears that this Demon is telling the truth." Giyu nodded, "We can't fully trust it so until we get Master's blessing someone will have to take it with them."

"I'm not taking that thing anywhere," Obanai looked physically sick, and Sanemi was no better, "I'll kill it."

"That leaves you two." Giyu turned to look at Genya and Tanjiro. Both young men shared glances and Tanjiro was about to raise his hand but Genya beat him to it, "I'll take it with me!"

"You!?" Sanemi snapped and was about to shout at his younger brother, but Giyu nodded, "Then it's settled. We will trust this Demon in your hands."

"Like Hell-!" Sanemi was about to object, but the Water Hashira gave him one cool glance, "Or would you rather take the responsibility over this Demon?"

That silenced the Wind Hashira. Giyu nodded as he bent down and kicked be book, making the Demon yelp quietly as it was handed to Genya, "If it looks even a second like the Demon will hurt someone, kill it."

"I will." The young man promised and the Hashiras were satisfied with that and in a blink of an eye, they were gone. Genya and Tanjiro sighed out loud, having survived that meeting with no casualties.

"Should we head to an inn for the night?" Tanjiro asked and Genya nodded, but the woman's voice replied instead, "Inn sounds nice but please refrain from taking me out when the sun is up or I'll burn."

"No one asked from you!" Genya snapped and the Demon yelped, "Sorry, sorry!"

"Try not to be too harsh on her," Tanjiro said as the two young Slayers headed towards the inn they had seen on their way to Demon's house. Genya grumbled under his breath but then turned to look at his companion, "Anyway… How did you find me?"

"I heard your shotgun go off in the distance and followed the sound and the scent of gunpowder to your location." Tanjiro replied happily and Genya nodded quietly, "Thanks… You saved my hide there."

"No worries!" Tanjiro smiled brightly, "You would have done the same for me and Nezuko!"

Genya nodded quietly and looked down at the book in his hands and the woman on the cover who looked back at him.

"So, uh…" Genya grumbled, "Do you have a name or should I just call you book Demon?"

"Shadow ink might be more precise," The Demon thought out loud, but hearing Genya growl made her squeak out her name, "-and your name is Genya, right?"

"You should know by now. You were in my head and heard it from others." The young Demon Slayer replied and the woman in cover smiled, "Yes, thank you for not killing me! I promise I will do my best to assist you guys!"

"Thank you!" Tanjiro smiled and Genya snapped, "She was talking to me!"

"Sorry!"

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa #giyu tomioka #tanjiro kamado #obanai iguro #creativesoultheskeletongirl #writing #my writing #story #my story #demon!Reader #Reader #reader insert #ENJOY!

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lives4lovesworld · 1 year

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How Dany's inability to recall Hazzea name and her reaction to Viserys’s death are shamelessly twisted for a narrative of her as a heartless monster, another "seed" to her descend into madness by others, and how it's incredibly hypocritical of them:

Firstly, it should be empathized that most characters/rulers do NOT even bother to care about any common born casualties in the first place, let alone learn their names and remember them over a large period of time as Daenerys (and Arya) do. So, even IF her name will one day truly fade from Daenerys's memory, i) it still makes her a morally better person and ruler than everbody else ii) it (/memory loss) will never be an indication of a descend into madness.

Such a " critique" is especially hypocritical coming from Sansa and Baratheon stans to do so, given that Sansa Stark herself couldn't even show remorse or sorrow for her sister's friend and innocent child, let alone learn his name. In fact she tried to spin a narrative where his brutal, unnecessary murder was justified and simultaneously gashlighted her devasted sister. Only one time, after her rose colored glasses were ripped off did she even mentioned Mycah's fate to the Tyrells, referring to him only as "butcher's boy" yet again. Otherwise he remains utterly absent in her head space. And given that both Stannis Baratheon and Robert Baratheon’s small council argue for killing innocent children if it’s profitable for them (x, x, x, x ,x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x). Common born casualties in wars are simply of no concern for most characters on a personal level.

While Daenerys is condemn for her lack of visible devastation at witnessing her abusive brother being killed after threatening her, Sansa's first action concerning Jory's murder, a leal man of her father, she had known her entire life, can be emphasizing Joffrey's lack of blame for this innocent man's brutal, unnecessary murder. With her second action being feeling proud that a more handsome man is filling out Jory's place, as well as witnessing Clegane killing a youth in tournament, and yet feel nothing nor cry and forget about his name as soon as she heard it without being used as "proof" for her mental decline.

A person not in need of twisting the narrative to unfairly condemn one to prop up another, would see that Daenerys and Sansa's respective reasoning behind their lack of tears in these two incidents are even similar: Both girls were emotionally utterly spent after their recent traumatic events (x, x). Yet, if extreme depravity, a miscarriage and the constant danger of hostile strangers and wild predators in the open, after the ordeal in the fighting pit are not sufficient as explanation for Daenerys's currently emotionally spent state and lack of tears for a girl Drogon killed than neither is Lady's death and Bran's fall for Sansa's utterly lack of reaction when witnessing a man dieing for the first time.

And, unlike Dany, Sansa was enjoying a tournament held in honor for her betrothed as a daughter of the King's Hand surrounded by her family's household in the pompous capital city. Unlike Sansa, Dany never actually witnessed with her own eyes the death.

It's maddening how there has been spun a narrative in which Daenerys is somehow responsible for Hazzea's death (some saying the same for Quentyn Martell's death) or doesn't care about her fate by sansa stans to villainize her. When that's just deliberately twisting the actual text and considering that their own fav is currently poisoning Robert Arryn, an innocent child and HER COUSIN (her last relative for what she knows) for her political ambitions. For which the most demeaning excuses are being conjuncted (such as Sansa simply being too stupid and "naive" to understand the danger of overdosing a child, despite Maester Colemon explain it), yet Daenerys gets vilified for lack of tears due to shock of seeing her abusive brother get murdered after he had threatened her unborn child.

sansa stans should truly be the last ones to prester anyone with their respective character's "lack of empathy" and bad memory nor proclaim a character is a "unreliable POV", especially when sansa has been be singled out BY THE AUTHOR to actually be one. (x, x) Same goes for Baratheon stans when it comes to other character's dismissal of innocent lifes and a mental decline linked to telling oneself everything is justified for the "Great Good".

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #daenerys targaryen #stannis baratheon #sansa #arya stark mentioned #✨vent time✨#anti sansa stans #anti stansas #anti stannis baratheon #anti stannis baratheon stans

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jadespadegames · 4 months

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My ★★½ review of Napoleon on Letterboxd https://boxd.it/5pDz3x

"YOU THINK YOU ARE SO GREAT BECAUSE YOU HAVE BOATS!!!"

-Napoleon Bonaparte (apparently)

The fundamental problem with this film can be summed up by the ending text which describes how Napoleon fought in 61 battles and lists out the few battles that were seen in the movie. Beside these names are, of all things, the number of casualties of each battle. It then says that in total, 3 million people died in his battles.

I'm not sure why that's the final takeaway Scott wanted us to have about Napoleon. The man was certainly flawed and ended up losing his power, but there is no denying that he was a military genius so charismatic and cunning that he swiftly rose from general to emperor. If you knew nothing about him before watching this movie, you would never know that he won almost 90% of his battles despite being outnumbered in many of them. Instead, we only see about 5 of these battles, 2 of which he loses and the others being strangely insignificant. During the battle of Waterloo, the British commander even points out that Napoleon is sleeping. Is this movie all just one big joke?

We see none of his military prowess or political acumen and instead have to watch him behave like a pathetic, petulant child desperate for power and his wife Josephine. While I believe there could be a good movie centered around Napoleon and Josephine, this was certainly not one. Despite their complicated relationship being the emotional crux of the film, it was absolutely cringeworthy and painful to watch and I was not invested in either of them. Part of that cringe was intentional, but I feel like that only makes it worse. It boggles my mind that Scott thought it was more important to depict Napoleon whining and stomping his feet because his wife wouldn't have sex with him NOW than his true military accomplishments or any of the major reforms he made to France as emperor.

This is an absolute joke of a Napoleon film that is so inaccurate and insulting to its subject that I can't even call it a biopic in good faith. I truly believe it was only made to tear down his image, and while I am all for depicting the flaws of historical figures, this was done insincerely here. Worst of all, it's not even entertaining to watch—the few battles were underwhelming and it felt like the film was mostly just dragging us through scene after scene with little connection in-between. I barely got by with the little knowledge of French history I had, I cannot imagine comprehending this film without any. Things just happen on-screen with little emphasis on their significance. It also does a bad job of depicting the passage of time, and sometimes I only realized years had passed between scenes because of a line or two of dialogue. Perhaps this is because of the hours of content that were cut out for the theatrical release, but the fundamental issues with this film make me believe that the director's cut will not be much better.

Do not watch this if you want a film that actually depicts Napoleon and his life. Watch this if you want to see a film that's "so bad it's funny" though the funny parts are few and the rest is just cringeworthy.

(I also have to point out how lazy and mismatched the soundtrack felt. Twice they used the iconic piano song "Dawn" that was ripped straight from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film of all things. Having had to watch that movie countless times growing up because my older sister loved it to pieces, I instantly recognized the song and it took me out of the movie each time. That song is far too iconic and inherently linked with P&P and I'm not sure why the composer chose to use such a gentle, romantic tune for scenes with Napoleon and Josephine when their toxic relationship was nothing like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's. It just left me feeling like I could be watching a better film that actually makes me feel invested in their central pair.)

#jade speaks #jade reviews #?#yeah i have a letterboxd lol #don't review much cuz I'm too lazy but today's movie... my god #napoleon 2023

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midwinterrmemento · 1 year

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Belonging

➢ pairing: Isaac x GN!Reader [Ikemen Vampire]

➢ prompt: Winter Comforts

➢ word count: 1,610

⚠️ content warnings: None!

It’s a little bit late, but this is my entry for @scummy-writes’s Isaac Week 2022! I wanted to make sure I wrote something for him this year because Isaac is my favorite character across all the Ikemen games and he deserves to know he’s loved, so I’m glad for the opportunity to spoil him a little :)

“Watch out!”

At the sound of Napoleon’s voice, Isaac, who was knelt down to guide a young student through a set of equations, looked up in alarm—and found that he was about to be on the receiving end of a snowball to the head.

“Gods—?!”

Thanks to his vampiric reflexes, he managed to leap out of the way just in time, tumbling backwards into the snow in the process. The snowball whizzed past and hit the wall behind him with a thwack. He stared at the spot it had struck, wide eyes blinking rapidly, as familiar shrieks of laughter filled the air.

Since it was pretty mild for a day in December, it had been Napoleon’s idea to hold lessons outside at their little neighborhood école as usual. It was shaping up to be a snowy winter, and they had already lost out on several days with the children because of bad weather. As much as he wanted to rectify that, however, Isaac had been a little unsure about the idea. After all, it was still snowing and, even if the children turned up, there was no guarantee they’d be in the mood to study. They might even get sick, being outside in the cold. He only ended up going in the end because Napoleon convinced him it would be fine.

Now, as he laid on his back in the snow, surrounded by laughing children after having narrowly dodged a snowball that might as well have been a bullet, Isaac had to question his decision to trust him.

As he turned around bewilderedly, it didn’t take long to find the culprits—a group of giggling children who were scurrying to hide behind Napoleon’s legs. While he was scolding them gently, something about the sheepish grin on his face made Isaac suspect that his fellow teacher wasn’t completely innocent in the matter himself.

“Sorry, Isaac. Seems we got a bit carried away,” Napoleon chuckled, shooing the kids out from behind him. As he walked over to offer his hand, the children’s attention followed him all the while, and Isaac felt his cheeks burning as Napoleon helped him up. He brushed the snow off his coat, trying to distract himself from the expectant stares of his students.

“I-I take it you finished your lesson early, then.”

Napoleon shrugged, gesturing at the snow falling around them. “Must be the spirit of the season. The children couldn’t focus today, they’re so excited about the holidays. I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in indulging them, letting them have a little fun.” His grin stretched across his face. “In my defense, I wasn’t expecting there to be casualties.”

At the wave of giggles that rose from the children at that, Isaac reddened, pointing out, “Well… it didn’t actually hit me, you know…”

“That’s a relief, then. You hear that, Gav?”

“Hmm?”

Napoleon glanced over his shoulder, and Isaac followed his gaze to find that Gavroche was still lingering behind him, wearing an expression that was riddled with guilt. What—oh.

“I’m sorry, Isaac!” The boy was suddenly apologizing earnestly. “I wasn’t aiming for you!”

“Oh, that’s—I don’t—”

“I didn’t mean it, honestly!”

“I-I know!” Isaac cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to reassure him. “You didn’t do it on purpose, I know. Really, it’s all right. It didn’t hit me.”

“What didn’t hit you?”

At the sound of your voice behind him, Isaac startled. He turned to find you approaching them, looking curious and a little concerned. You were holding a large canister in one hand, but before he could even ask about it or answer your question, it seemed that the entire école was suddenly running over to greet you. Excited shouts of your name filled the winter air as they swarmed you, the snowball incident apparently long forgotten already.

Isaac breathed a sigh of relief as he was no longer the center of attention, watching instead as you laughed in surprise at being swept away by the children. You shot him an apologetic smile, silently asking him to hang on for a moment. Isaac returned the gesture so as to tell you that he had received the message loud and clear.

“I told you something like this would happen,” he muttered to Napoleon, though his eyes remained focused on you. “Kids get so excitable around Christmas.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the knowing grin that appeared on Napoleon’s face. Isaac coughed awkwardly, turning to face him. “What is it?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But there’s something you want to say, isn’t there?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Napoleon nodded in your direction, as you were kneeling down to the children’s height and trying to open the canister as gracefully as possible with gloved hands. Isaac waited a moment for him to continue speaking, but Napoleon nodded at you again, more emphatically this time.

The moment Isaac turned back to look at you, he understood perfectly why Napoleon didn’t feel the need to say anything else—the sight spoke for itself.

As the lid of the canteen finally popped off, both you and the children let out a triumphant shout which, in the children’s case, quickly turned into joy upon realizing what was inside. As cold as the day had been, Isaac couldn’t help but feel warm, seeing the sweet smile on your face as you distributed portions of hot chocolate to the students, scolding them with a laugh for being impatient. He noticed the way they clung to your side, glad that they’d grown to trust and accept you as much as Napoleon and himself.

He stiffened, struck by that realization as you beckoned for the both of them to join you.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Napoleon said breezily, with a pat on Isaac’s shoulder, “but I could use some chocolate right about now.”

Isaac stayed behind for a moment just to take in the scene. The children’s laughter of protest rang in the air as Napoleon cut in line, claiming it was his right as the teacher. Evidently eager to get back to their snowball fight, some of them went running off with their cups as soon as you handed them over. Napoleon called out warningly for them to slow down and be careful, and you smiled as they turned back to wave at you.

And then, it was his turn.

“Isaac, come play with us!”

“Yeah!”

There were several cheers of agreement, and Isaac stuttered as one of the kids even grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him along. “N-Now, wait a minute...” As he saw the excitement on their faces, however, he couldn’t stop himself from huffing a soft laugh, at the same time exasperated, flustered, and amused. “I… I don’t think it would be a good idea, but I’ll watch you.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

That seemed to satisfy them, and the students scurried back off to their snowy battlefield, Napoleon in tow to keep an eye on them. While Isaac had never been one for snowball fights, he supposed he could understand the appeal when said snowball fight was led by one of history’s most renowned generals.

He shook his head, chuckling—and then nearly jumped out of his own skin when he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” Ah... but at the familiar sound of your voice, all of his nerves melted away. He turned around to find you with a cup in each hand, holding one out to him. “For you and me.”

“Thank you.” He gratefully took the cup, allowing it to warm his hands through his gloves. “Cheers?”

The smile that appeared on your face as your cups clinked together made him smile, too. He wrapped his free arm around your shoulders then, drawing you close to him. It was an uncharacteristically bold display of affection for him, and you looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise. As though he was only now realizing what he’d done, a twinge of embarrassment flickered on his face, but he still didn’t move away.

“It’s cold out,” he said simply, hoping you’d accept that explanation and let it drop.

“Your cheeks are turning red.”

“...It’s cold out.”

You laughed and cozied into his side, and Isaac surprised even himself by reflexively melting into your touch. At the same time, one of the students called out to him again to make sure he was watching as the snowball fight resumed. An unusual feeling of warmth washed over him.

It wasn’t just his more outgoing counterpart that brought students to the school, he’d realized. Those who had come here today even despite the weather were here for him as much as Napoleon. He was surrounded now by students who loved to see him, who focused on his lectures and hung onto his every word, who wanted him to share in their fun. He now had a friend who would help him up when he fell, a loving partner who would surprise him with a visit and bring him a hot drink to make sure he was warm, and a home waiting for him at the end of the day. He didn’t have to prove his place here—for the first time in all his years being alive, Isaac realized he truly felt at ease with the people around him.

You nudged his side then, snapping him out of his thoughts. “So, what did I miss? Something almost hit you?”

“Hm? Oh, yes... a poorly aimed snowball. But it’s all right.” Isaac looked down at you, gentle pink eyes glowing with adoration. “Everything is all right now.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire isaac #ikevamp isaac #isaac week 2022 #ikevamp isaac newton #featuring big brother napoleon because I love his dynamic with isaac so much #and also a gavroche cameo because he deserved better #this is really just pure fluff through and through #but I hope you enjoy!!

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Okay, I want to say what I speculate what happens with Marinette, Alya, and Lila in the game.

I imagine Alya to be the MVP throughout the trial because she is someone who does research, someone who analyzes and thinks down-to-earth, someone who has the skills to investigate and piece together the puzzle. It just feels close to her character’s skills.

While I no doubt believe Marinette would be the main protagonist if this were the series, she kind of wouldn’t be good when it comes to finding the culprits. She’s emotionally-driven, following her heart, and she sees the best in people. And most of the culprits are her friends (Zoé, Nathaniel, Kagami, I’m not sure if Sabrina counts tho but it’s a maybe). She would kind of believe it was Chloé who did it (honestly I imagine the first trial would have everyone suspecting Chloé bc she’s still a 🐩 and probably be one of the only malicious of the class-unless you count Sabrina and “Adrien” if they act just as kind of bad-only to later reveal it was her sister Zoé). I don’t know if that would be in-character, but I’m just speculating how Marinette would act in the first trial. She saw one of her closest friends is dead, she subconsciously knows one of her friends could very well be the murderer, someone who committed an unforgivable action. She would just be a mess, and I would not blame her whatsoever.

(I’m also speculating if Marinette doesn’t have her memories of being the heroine Ladybug, because if anyone knew about Hawk Moth and the Miraculous, they would immediately figure out that he was the one behind it-I mean, they wouldn’t even be wrong. But that’s just a speculation).

But that doesn’t mean Marinette wouldn’t be useless in the trial. She is someone who is creative, who thinks outside the box, and would very well figure out how the murders happened (since Danganronpa has these murders be complicated and creative, which is completely up Marinette’s alley). Plus, I think it would be a cool character arc for Marinette to grow more confident, and learn to embrace both her heart and her mind (kind of like embracing both Marinette and Ladybug subconsciously) to become the Ultimate Hope.

It would make Marinette’s and Alya’s dynamic more interesting and a great duo (the heart and the mind) who can overcome the trial together (with the other classmates’ help too of course).

Then Lila comes to ruin everything.

From what you said about the culprits, their motivations for murder are mainly emotionally-driven. Again, I’m gonna speculate here on the murders’ motives, I could be wrong and apologize for that: Zoé could have accidentally killed Juleka when she was trying to get someone else like the mastermind (since you mentioned her trial would be like Kaede’s), Nathaniel probably killed Luka out of panic or self-defense since you mentioned Luka would confront him kind of aggressively I believe (it also could explain why Marc tries to defend Nathaniel since he didn’t intend to kill Luka to begin with), Chloé and Sabrina (I don’t know which one did the kill) is very obvious on why they would target Marinette and Rose just ends up being unintentional casualty that took the kill meant for Marinette, Sabrina I honestly believe may have either snapped or just accidentally killed Chloé out of an emotional breakdown (since I honestly would see Chloé blaming Sabrina for getting the wrong target and getting so hostile and verbally abusive) and probably be in so much shock she just runs away allowing time for everyone to find the bodies, Kagami, again, would no doubt just kill herself for her friends. Basically, all the culprits were driven emotionally and weren’t exactly good on keeping stable in order to make sure they escape and actually get away with their crimes.

Lila isn’t like that. I see her as someone who would be self-preserving (someone who wants out of the game period regardless of the motive) and has been planning a murder since day one. She would be calculating and planning on how to actually get away with her murder, observe how the others failed, and then come up with a complex plan. Starting with the victim: Alya. She is someone who can figure out who the culprit is, who figured out who done the crimes, and is the MVP of the trial. Take her out, and the trial would be easier for the blackened. Plus, Marinette would become emotionally unstable because her best friend, who no doubt would help keep her grounded with all the murders and the stress, is gone, and would very much struggle to point fingers since the remaining people are her friends (that is if she is friends with Lila to begin with during the game, but it would actually be interesting if she did figured out Lila was bad news and realize she may have been the one who killed Alya; it would also be a callback to the show when her friends would kind of take Lila’s side over Marinette’s).

It would also be a great character turning point for Marinette. She has to stand on her own now, has to carry the trial herself, and take all she learned to save herself and her friends from the conniving, two-faced liar. To slowly and surely start becoming the Ultimate Hope.

These are all just speculations and ideas though. I probably gotten a little bias or maybe got some characterizations wrong, I’m sorry, but I really wanted to share how I think what your Miraculous Danganronpa would play out. Also, this got a lot longer than I thought it would, sorry, I just wanted to get as much details and explanations in as possible.

Oh my gosh this is spot on!

Mostly I set up the trials (the blackened and the victims) based on my gut instincts originally. To me it just felt right that Lila would go after Alya because she was the person that Marinette relied on the most to solve the cases. Without Alya, it would be easier to target Marinette and get out alive. Lila wouldn’t care at all if everyone else dies as long as she lives.

Im sure Marinette would still be shaken up from Kagami’s trial in ch 4 (now that I think of it so would Felix), so Alya’s trial would be especially difficult for her in ch. 5. Marinette will really have to hold her ground and rely on her brains and heart to get through it all. I think that maybe Marinette gets out of the trial alive due to some intervention from Adrien (the mastermind), since even in his mind controlled state he still cares deeply for Marinette. Maybe they declare Marinette as the blackened like they did with Makoto in D1, but she is saved last minute by him, idk. I’ll have to think that part over more. I would like to keep Marinette being falsely accused and “executed” to call back to the show where Lila gets Marinette thrown out of school with her lies. Idk, what do you guys think?

As for the first trial, Marinette would definitely be blaming Chloe, only for Alya to reel her in and redirect her towards the actual culprit by using logic and clues. I’m sure we would also get some (limited) help from Felix posing as “Adrien” in this trial as well.

#miraculous danganronpa #i love reading long asks don’t worry about it #it’s always cool to read about people’s thoughts #ask

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hibernationsuit · 7 months

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18 + an oc of your choice >:^)

seeing this prompt hit me so hard with inspiration i just had to sit down and write it all right away. fair warning i finished it at 2am.

had this scene idea sitting in my head for a week but couldn't get it out in any way so hehehe thank u <3

this is happening on Earth btw! a few months before Hope's departure 🤧

truth Background: A colleague had given Tobias meeting minutes from one of the meetings between her team lead and the boss of the project, showing that they have begun testing the product they're developing on humans, despite how many times Tobias has told them not to do that. He decided to have a talk with the boss (bad decision really tbh). Warnings: mentions of testing unfinished chemical product on humans, death mention

"Can we talk?"

"Tobias, what a surprise. Do come in," Sam sipped his coffee. "I just finished reading your latest report. Has anyone ever told you how pretty your handwriting is?"

"Uh, thank you, I guess," Tobias closed the door. "I hope you have actually read the reports, though, and didn't only stare at my handwriting."

"I have." He picked up the folder in front of him. "Your team's progress hasn't been as good as I hoped.

Tobias sighed. "I told you from the start that this is a hard thing to make, Sam. No one has ever done this before, and we're working with practically no background information." How many times have they had this conversation? He was starting to feel like a broken vinyl. "To make sure we're on the right track, we need the computer to test it out. And it takes time."

"Computers are slow, aren't they?" Sam was flipping through the folder, picking out some pages and placing them into a small, uneven pile. Finally he stopped and showed the page. "It says here it takes it at least a day to compute results. I'm surprised your smart little head hasn't thought of alternatives."

Of course he would say that. "I guess this means we both know why I'm here. Cancel the tests."

"My friend, we both also know who is the boss here, and who is a mere lead scientist who's sticking his nose into wrong places." He rose up from his chair and pointed at the whiteboard. "This is how late we will be if we only use your, how did you say in your little paper here, 'humane' testing methods. Two years, that's a lot!" He shook his head dramatically and pointed at the second graph. "Now this! We won't be late at all in this scenario. And all thanks to the tests I and Rosalind have decided to do."

"Does your scenario also include the casualty estimates resulting from your tests? I told you several times that there is no way what we're doing is ready for human testing, or anything else really. You're putting so many people in danger, all for what, staying on schedule?"

"Scientific breakthroughs often require victims."

"Breakthro-" Tobias stopped to take a deep breath, but clearly it did not help him calm down. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you even hearing yourself? No one will want to use your fucking product if they know how many people you killed with your damn ambitions!"

"Bold of you to assume anyone other than us workers here will know anything. I have a team to make sure of that." Sam walked closer to Tobias and continued, "And they work really well, Toby. You should calm down and think about this."

"Really well, huh? Scare me all you want, Samuel, and use your little team to hide your tracks. The truth will still come out in one way or another."

"Truth. You're so obsessed with your truth and justice." Sam sighed and grabbed him by his shoulders. "I say this genuinely. I adore your determination. Wish you would've used it for something more practical, though. Like helping us."

"Practical? There's nothing practical in putting people in unnecessary danger!"

"Don't be ridiculous. What's practical is letting us do what we are doing, and doing your own job." Sam leaned down to match his eye level. "But since you can't do that, I'm afraid there's no other option. You're fired."

#asks #my writing #oc: tobias #already apologizing for possible typos but. i'm not proofreading this at 2:30 am. and i want to post this already sjdjfjfkfkf #anyway ehehehehehe. dropping toby's backstory piece by piece 🥰😭

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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HL- Annabel Cifuentes

"𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨. 𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."

Name: Annabel Fernanda María Isabel Cifuentes de Borja

Nicknames: Ana, Annie, Doña Annabel

Birthdate: 7th of May, 1855

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Nationality: Spanish

Physical Appearance

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 1.65m

Weight: 63kg

Body Type: Slim

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None

Background

Hometown

Annabel grew up in the noble family of Cifuentes, growing up in the lap of luxury, unaware of the ongoings of an unstable period for Spain. Aged sixteen, she ran away from home when she was forced by her father to marry a man twenty years her senior and stumbled upon Hogsmeade. Phineas Falcon found her and decided to take her in, and that patronage would earn her a position as a Divination professor in the year 1879

Family

Mother: María Consuelo de Borja Serrano

A beautiful and exemplary woman of the time, her marriage was arranged to Don Cifuentes when she was sixteen, and her cheerful and supportive personality enthralled the twenty-five year old man, who was quick to have six children with her, only two surviving infancy. María doesn’t know where in England her daughter is, but she knows that she is safe and fine.

Father: Don Alfonso José Cifuentes Villalba

An ambitious politician who worked with Serrano and Narváez, he was the head of the Cifuentes family and in obligation to marry, and thus decided that he ought to marry someone who brought a bit of laughter to the house, and he met his match with María Consuelo. She was cheerful, kind and what he needed. He hasn’t been able to find Annabel, but knows that she is in England

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Boggart: Her father dragging her to the altar

Riddikulus: A devil instead drags him to a lake

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Reading in the gazebo at her estate

Mirror of Erised: Marrying for love rather than money and duty

Amortentia (what she smells like): Roses, lavender, eau de cologne, cocido and new books

Amortentia (what she smells): TBD

Career

17-24: Apprentice

25-55: Divination professor at Hogwarts

56-64: Pianist

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Being away from her father, learn as much as she can, be free

Strengths: Kind, soft-spoken, sweet and emotionally intelligent

Weaknesses: People-pleaser, struggles with the language

Stressed: When talking about her past

Calm/Comforted: When reading divination books

Favorites

Colors: Yellow, maroon, green, hazel and white

Weather: Sunny with few clouds

Hobbies: Reading, baking, learning more about divination and playing the piano

Fashion: Annabel initially dresses like a lady of her time, but later in life is one of the first female professors to wear trousers and vests, defying the norms

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD

Friends: Phineas Falcon

Phineas saw potential in Annabel and was quick to take her under his wing. The two of them were like siblings, she being the sister he would’ve liked.

Owen Capell ( @camillejeaneshphm )

[INFO TBD]

Rivals: None

Trivia

Annabel met Phineas by chance: she was lost in the Three Broomsticks and wanted to ask for directions. She bumped into this big, strong man and he noticed her. With a bit of help, he could understand her situation and decided to take her in until she was fully independant and help him keep an eye on his wild daughter

She discovered her gift for divination by casualty: she was following the itinerary when she decided to give it a shot, and actually predicted who Phineas’s daughter was in love with. She decided to explore further on her own what she could do: she predicted the whereabouts of the then Prince Alfonso (future Alfonso XII) and the Manifest of Sandhurst

She loves spicy and savoury food, which raised a few eyebrows, especially with Principal Black, who shared the misogynistic views that spicy food made of women wild and ‘whores’, which proved to be wrong, given Annabel’s sweet and composed nature

Her favourite student was Nilufer Sultan, whom she related: they took coffee together and shared tales of their Mediterranean summers and leaving their beloved countries to find themselves here. She was the one to predict that she’d find her way back to Simon

She also had a dream about a battle that would end up being the Somme and soon advised the Ministry not to send too many soldiers to such bloodbath; she was rewarded with 100 pounds

Nilufer called her to Constantinople to make some predictions about the empire and her future, and proved to be right in most things: she’d find Simon again, the empire was most likely to fall and she’d outlive whoever she married.

She continued to teach in Hogwarts up until she was fifty-five and loved teaching the children of her former students. Her favourite was Alexandra Somerset, whom resembled the Lady Gray very much

She died aged 110 years-old in Mallorca, in a villa she purchased under the name “Valeria Martín.”

#hp victorian era #hphl oc #hp legacy era #oc: annabel cifuentes #professor oc #oc: phineas falcon #oc: nilüfer sultan #owen capell #character sheet #oc profile

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the-king-andthe-lionheart · 2 years

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Honestly, the fucking audacity in this comment on twitter. Like dude, I don’t care if you prefer Sansa and her story over other characters, but equating Sansa fucking Stark to a native population is not only uninformed, but sick and fucking tone deaf.

First, how do stans of Stark character’s not even know the history of the house they support? Because Starks are descended from the First Men who were ESSOSI. They were the colonizers of Westeros, along with the other First Men. They genocided the Children of the Forest, and tried to erase their culture and religion and languages. How does that not resonate? How do people not see that the Children of the Forest are the native equivalent in this story? The Starks AREN’T the native equivalent! The Starks were the colonizers and oppressors.

Secondly, what exactly did the Targaryen’s take from the Stark’s and the North when they conquered Westeros? Yes, they conquered them, but Torrhen bent the knee, which means there were no Northern casualties in that conquest. Did Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya force the North to give up the Old Gods in favor of Valyrian practices? DId they erase their traditions and cultures? No, they literally only took the title of monarch, and Torrhen’s crown, said that Torrhen could remain leader of the North as a Warden, and said the Stark’s and the rest of the North had to pay a bit of taxes to the crown. *gasp* How horrible and traumatic! I can see where the generational trauma comes in. *rolls eyes*

Thirdly, the Starks are WHITE and so is “precious wittle Sansa”. The fact that people out here are equating an extremely privileged and rich white noble house to oppressed and disenfranchised peoples, in world and out, just blows my mind and tells me that they are not only trying to victimize Sansa and the Stark’s more than they have been victimized, but that they are being extremely disrespectful in their privileged positions.

Forthly, I love when non-native’s say things like “I’m all for natives taking back their land” while they themselves sit on their asses on NATIVE LAND. Like I’d like to see them put their money where their mouth is and actually give their land and property back to the natives, but they don’t. Oh, but wait, they said “for natives taking back their land” which means they are saying “If natives got up off their lazy asses and rose up and tried to take back their rightful lands, I’d be a-okay with it” which is highly fucking doubtful. It’s all a bunch of woke meaningless platitudes being used to justify liking a fictional character over another.

And before anyone comes at me, yes, I am part Native American, which is why this pisses me off so much. I’m also a big House Stark fan, so it really boggles my mind that so many proclaimed “Stark Stans” continue to whitewash and ignore these things.

#anti sansa stans #asoiaf

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blood-starved-beast · 2 years

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Actually more thoughts about the hypothetical Noxian-Ionian Peace talks in Piltover cause I think it’s a fun concept ( @embershroud108 cause we were talking about this):

The peace talks are super fucking tense. Irelia technically doesn’t have to be there but she is cause she must protect Karma and is also really important to the Ionians. The Noxian diplomats hate her presence there as she’s “not an official Leader” and also hate her vibes cause her very presence strikes fear into their hearts.

Swain does not show up for the talks, but sends some important people there. One of them is actually Leblanc in disguise though no one else at the talks knows. Swain himself is spying on the event with his crows and is aware of this Black Rose infiltration but allows it.

Caitlyn, the Sheriff, has boosted security for the event to protect the very important foreign dignitaries. This does not deter Jinx who has set up an explosive counteract specifically for it.

Mel is trying to be the negotiator here. It doesn’t help much. She’s good, and the Noxians feel compelled to listen to her, but they also see her as one of them emboldens them to push for more favoring Noxus things. Karma and Irelia especially are not as supportive of their peace breaker being Noxian though other councilors are trying to help. Jayce’s presence does not make things better.

The talks go on for days with little success. Karma is there and is willing to negotiate, but the Noxian diplomats are hesistant especially cause of Irelia who is stone face the whole time and also not willing to budge on any issues. When there’s a break Karma pulls her aside and is like “Look we have to make something of this” Irelia looks over at the Noxians also discussing amongst themselves and then back at Karma is like “Now this might come off as harsh but I believe everyone over there should die.” Karma is frustrated but doesn’t have time to counter before the meeting resumes.

Things remain tense, but finally Karma finally gets a point where things seem to be going her way and Irelia isn’t against it. That’s the moment Jinx strikes.

The explosion is huge. Everyone goes flying in all directions. The only reason there aren’t more casualties is cause Karma instinctively raises her barrier and shields most of everyone from most of the impact and debris. The enforcers are left scrambling.

Everyone blames the other side for the explosion. Peace talks are now off the table. Irelia catches eye of Jinx making her exit and nearly gets a stab in but is stopped by Vi, who obviously isn’t gonna let that happen. Irelia accuses of both Jinx and Vi of being plants for Noxus. When Mel tries to negotiate Irelia (and other Ionians there) are ready to turn onto her as well.

Caitlyn comes to Vi’s defense but also has to produce evidence against this. Karma (and Irelia to a lesser extent) is willing to listen but the Noxians try to use it to be more strict on their beliefs on how the deals should go. It’s an absolute Public Relations Nightmare for Piltover who’s suffered too many attacks in recent history about this. This is a massive migraine for Caitlyn cause she knows exactly who it is and for that reason she can’t do anything but must.

Swain and Leblanc are watching all of this go down like

#Jinx (arcane)#Xan Irelia #Karma Darha #League of Legends #Caitlyn Kiramman #Vi #Arcane #Leblanc #Jericho Swain #Mel Medarda #this is not meant to be 100 percent compliant so dont come for me with this #fic ideas

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corvidvampiricus · 2 years

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PRE-SHATTERING

The world is frozen over, only a few groups of people remain in pockets around the world. As they develop heating technology out of the remains of a once great technological society they start to build towns and cities round generators. The unfortunate loss of most technology due to the massive ice shelves consuming everything has regressed humanity to a steampunk level of technology. Things start to go downhill as the blueprints to create these generators are lost, and the mechanics develop stranger and stranger ways to fix them. Even worse is that the generators begin to break down overtime, leading to mass exodus of people to the few generators that still work, leading to the rise of major cities. One hundred years after the freeze began, a man named Nikoli Tesla was able to harness the power of electricity through a lightning catching device. With this new power he built Tesla city, a massive fortified bastion against the cold unforgiving world. Using electricity he was able to power new types of generators and even create patchwork robots called automatons. The use of electric weapon tests would send a stray bolt into a pre-freeze scrap yard, and jumpstart the catalyst for the shattering, a pre-freeze robot known as Bucket. Bucket's central systems and brain were all that remained and it slowly rebuilt itself out of the scrap surrounding it, before wandering off into the snow. Tesla continued to build his empire and would raid and destroy other cities around him. In the end only Fadehelven, and dustburg remained. Fadehelven being a massive oil town that provided the non-electric generators with their much needed fuel. And dustburg being the one functioning oil town in the immediate area. It is to be kept in mind that these cities are as large as entire countries. Bucket would be seen again with a party of adventures in dustburg, having been picked up along the way by the party. Dustburgs generator was failing, and was requesting help from Tesla city. This would lead Bucket to venture with the party to Tesla city, and grow attached to the party. Here tesla meets Bucket and reveals Bucket is a pre-freeze warforged, designed to save people. Later that year there is a kobold uprising in the mines, as an entire people have been living in these underground tunnels. While Tesla thinks they have won the battle by eliminating all of the kobolds, Bucket has actually snuck hundreds of them into a bag of holding, which is a liminal space where you do not need food, water or sleep, and will not age. The war is not without casualties as a gas leak causes a massive subterranean explosion that travels millions of miles and destroys dustburg from below. Bucket would then leave Tesla city along with the party, searching for ways to repair the damage they had done. This is not the history of Bucket, while it is intertwined with the history of the world. Much later in Fadehelven Bucket and the adventurers appear, Buckets larger and more powerful than before. This is where the adventure part ended however. The party was so powerful they quickly took over the city. Over a hundred year period several changes occurred. The party all became leaders of subfactions in the city. One founded a massive orphanage that focuses on military discipline and strength. Another founded a massive sprawling mages college to study magic, and the last became mayor of the other sectors. Bucket retreated into an old factory building and was not seen again, but the whirr of mechanical parts could be heard from inside. Over time tensions grew between the mayor and the college, the college specifically had been kidnapping people for use in magic experiments, and since the mayor represented the common people, he was very upset and was threatening war. At this point in time the factory Bucket was in was massive, larger than any building it was a town of its own, automatons could be seen working around and inside it, and massive plums of smoke rose from its towers. Pipes were spreading out like tree roots and connecting into nearby towns.

#earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #oc #scifiseries #scifiworld #world building #story time #earth is a deathworld #humans are weird #storytelling #scifi writing #scififantasy #scp

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primowishes · 1 year

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w/ @starlitwishes {x}

The anger rose fast. "That's not--."

Kokomi stopped, raising a hand to her forehead as she forced herself to calm. This situation was especially stressful to her, balancing her personal feelings against the best option for her people. She still didn't even know that it was the correct one, even if it may be the only choice, in the end. It made her more prone to negativity, it seemed.

Fortunately, no one else was present to see such a slip-up, but she should still endeavor to keep herself under control.

"I just don't think it's so helpful to make up for crimes that you haven't reflected on properly." Kokomi closed her eyes, briefly, before she turned her attention to the clipboard that held count of the inventory of this room, checking it against the boxes that had yet to be moved. Nothing amiss so far...

"Actually, in a way, I am responsible for them. As the leader of the resistance, their lives depended on my guidance and decisions. While you cannot constantly predict the flow of battle, and some casualties may be inevitable... there's many times where perhaps if I had been more clever or extra cautious, where my misstep cost lives."

She shook her head; she didn't expect either appreciation or agreement here.

"Regardless of what I think about you, it's not my job to judge you here--that's already been done, I understand, so it's out of my hands. All that matters to me is to do what will guide the people of this island to happiness."

#i tried to just use reblog + trimmer but i don't like how it treated the ask response haha #so moving to a new post for this one #m: kokomi #starlitwishes

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notedchampagne · 2 years

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PLEASE tell us about your homestuck tlt au. (<- completely insane longtime hs enjoyer and more recent tlt fan)

reference to gideon/harrow the ninth spoilers under the cut! this is a very long post

okay so i havent actually fleshed anything out well enough because i LOVE just throwing shit at the wall until it sticks but there are a few pointers:

i DO think vrisrezi would be the most interesting in this because their dynamic is also very similar to griddlehark, and both of them would more or less die for each other/kill each other. considering their in-canon forever space chase trying to interpret that to tlt parameters makes me craaaazy. i think in this case terezi fits the cavalier ideal much better, with both of them being either second or fourth house since those are The soldier-machine houses. however i am thinking about it too literally.

third house would be sexyyyy with vrisrezi too

also i know everyone says griddlehark is davekat adjacent but holy shit the vrisrezi tones im getting from them. the chasing the reaching the insufferable agony of never being able to get to your best friend and worst enemy ever again. are you hearing this??

i think karkats a fail necromancer hes fucking PATHETIC he is either ninth or fourth house and wishes he was second soooo bad. this bitch is either the silly little bone priest outcast and fucking HATES it or he is raised in- again, baby soldier human cannon fodder-making planet- and STILL wishes he was better. he wants to be a lyctor so bad and while blinded by his wet dream of wanting to serve the emperor, never once considered the consequences of being immortal.

it would be interesting if he achieves whatever harrow mentioned when she half-digested "ortus", and becoming half a lyctor. i need his consequences to kick him miserably in the ass. whoever his cavalier is is yet to be determined it would be SO fucked up if it was dave though wouldnt it be (giggling) it would be so fucked up and insane that they, the pairing known for being similar and codependent enough to be one person daveandkarkat, karkatanddave, would end up being consumed into one person only for karkat to end up with the torment of having to face himself alone for the rest of his life? wouldnt that be awesome

ive also thought about what would happen if someone had consumed a cavalier, but not theirs. ideally it should be their cav so that their soul would go willingly but ianthe and babs showed that isnt necessarily the case

thus i present: feferi would be like if corona was a necromancer and i know eridan would be her naberius but! but! it would be interesting if sollux and eridan got into a duel paralleling murderstuck and in solluxs casualty feferi consumes Him

aradia, sollux, and equius 8th house, rose and dirk 6th house, glasspits 5th house, kanaya either 7th or a 9th house nun maybe, i also wanna keep the strilondes together but i think roxy would just be really really funny if she was in the 9th house with dave. if i were thinking about them singularly shed be in 7th

aradia and rose are both harranthe. at the same time. both of them. i believe in it

#tltstuck #talking back #homestuck #the locked tomb

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just-a-space-rabbit · 2 years

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Black Baccara Rose Part 7

(Hero/Civilian x Henchman & Hero x Supervillain)

CW: Kidnapping, theft, poison, fear of death

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“Supervillain’s base is at the old mansion on the northern side of the city, some 10 kilometres from the city limits” henchman said now behind the steering wheel, while Superhero was typing franticly into a device, “It’s impossible to go un-noticed towards the base, if you fly you get shot down, teleportation won’t work, and there is not a single spot in the entire area that isn’t surveyed 24/7”

“So, how do we get in?” Superhero said looking over at Henchman. “The only safe entrance is through the blue warehouse down by the dock. But even that is heavily guarded. The inside of the base is a huge underground facility, the system is several floors deep, and as secure as the outside” Henchman looked over at Superhero. “So, I need to go alone, once I’m in I can shut the system down, giving you and all the heroes you can gather a clear path to Hero”

Superhero put down the device as Henchman stopped the car, “that way, there will be as few casualties as possible” Henchman added in a whisper. Superhero turned to look at them, “you really sure on this?” they asked. Henchman just nodded.

“You are the braves person I have ever met…” Superhero said after a bit of silence, before leaving the car. “Aright, I’ll wait for you signal, good luck!” they flew off, leaving henchman alone.

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Hero squinted their eyes, as they entered out of the darker halls and into the sea of people. For a while Hero disconnected as they were dragged along by Supervillain, who for once since they met, had their eyes on their other guests while they were busy greeting everyone.

After some time, Hero started shifting around uncomfortably, the golden dress was already beginning to feel heavy. Was it truly made with real gold? who would design something like that! Hero thought. They believed it, simply by the weight alone, they felt trapped by it, as the dress itself was a cage. There is no way I can run in this… so escaping during the party is out of the question.

“Other Supervillain! Good to see you again. I’m so glad you could make it!” Supervillain said suddenly as they moved over to greet the other criminal, snapping Hero out of their thoughts. “Of course, why would I not make it, not every day you throw a party-” Other Supervillain stopped in their track, as they looked over to Hero, studying them. “So… the rumours were true? You… actually, did it?”

“Yes, as I told you I would” Supervillain said wrapping a hand around Hero. “Other Supervillain, this is my lover, Hero” Hero felt their stomach twist at those words but thought best to not react. This is not the place to start a fight they repeated in their head.

They shook Other Supervillain’s hand and tried their best not to be a part of the conversation as the two criminals kept talking. Hero a felt shiver crawling up their spine, for some reason they just felt exposed, and was not able to shake the feeling of eyes watching them.

“Well Hero, it sure is an honoured to meet you” Other Supervillain said turning back to Hero, “I do hope we get to know each other more in the foreseeable future” What? Honour? What did they mean by that? Hero thought, but before they were able to answer they felt Supervillain’s grip tightening around them. “Yes, let’s hope we meet soon” Supervillain said “but why plan the future now. Pleas, let’s just enjoy the party”

As Other Supervillain walked onwards with their partner, Supervillain’s eyes followed them coldly, before turning back to Hero “let’s go to the main room, shall we dear?” Hero just nodded silently.

As all the guest moved into the large main room, Hero felt their eyes was blinded by the lights. “What do you think? It’s beautiful right?” Supervillain said gesturing Hero to look around.

Hero did not have to look long before some of the items that was so excellently decorating the room, started to look familiar. “So, this is where all the robbed items ended up. Personally, I think things look far more beautiful went they are left where they belong…”

“HA! Charming as always, aren’t we! But then may I ask, where do they really belong?” Hero did not want to answer them. “I live by two simple rules Hero. If I want it, and I cannot buy it, then I’ll have no other choice than to steal it, and if I can steal it then it belongs to me” Hero could feel Supervillain’s eyes on them, but they refused to return it, as the urge to fight them was resurging.

Then as they sat down by the large dinner table, Supervillain continued in a cheerful tone “now darling, let’s not quarrel on who own what, this is a party! We got a night of good food and celebrations ahead of us. And I’ll got to say that’s quite the upgrade from reheated leftovers and a lonely night patrolling”

“My father’s stew is the best in the world, even when it’s reheated. And I’ll take night patrol in the rain over any parties, especially this one!” the words where cold, as Hero could no longer hold back. They just wanted to punch them, or fight, to do something… But they stopped as Supervillain’s hand wrapped around Hero’s.

“Oh… Hero, you are so overworked. Always working, always helping. Why don’t you try relaxing a bit…” Hero slumped down in the chair, whether it was exhaustion, or the warm touch of Supervillains hand, Hero just felt their anger dwindle. They did not even fight as Supervillain leaned in to kiss them.

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The first stage had gone well, as Henchman entered into the main base. Since no one in the lower part of the base, had a reason to question Henchman being there. But it was only going to get harder from here on out. Their heart was racing remembering that Hero was just above him at the moment.

The first step would be to get up to the security room, then… Henchman just had to figure it out as they got there.

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Much to Hero’s annoyance… the food was good. It was clear to Hero that Supervillain knew how to throw a party. After the dinner, there had been talking with several villains, then there was dancing, and more talking

It wasn’t until much later, that Supervillain excused himself, leaving Hero alone for a moment… well, almost alone.

“Hero…” said a low voice from behind them. “Right hand? what is it?” Hero asked suspiciously as Right hand came into view, they were looking around nervously, Hero had never seen them like this before. “I know about Henchman” they answered eyes glancing at the bouquet still in Hero’s arms.

“What…” was all Hero could say, as they felt their heart shatter. “No, you are lying” they whispered back. “They have worked for us for years. But Supervillain is unaware that there is a connection between the two of you. But Hero pleas… Do. Not. Tell. Them. Anything!” Hero just stared at the flowers, unable to answer.

They just wanted to cry, as all of their walls started to crumble. So, Henchman worked for Supervillain… Had Hero really loved a criminal? A criminal who aided in their current pain. Did Henchman even care? And while Hero felt like they wanted to vanish into the void, Supervillain returned. “Darling let’s dance some more!” they said cheerfully while holding out a hand to Hero.

Slowly they grabbed the hand and let Supervillain lead them to the dance floor, leaving the bouquet behind. “You feel so cold my dear, guess the power suppresser might work a little too well.” Supervillain said as they placed their hands around Hero, before leading the way into the dance.

Hero without thinking, leaned into Supervillain’s warm touch. Their mind who was still battling everything Right Hand had told them seems to calm down. “Not that I mind…” they continued “I like you cold. As I want you to lean on me for warmth, for comfort. Oh Hero, I want to be your heat, your fire, your everything” they continued, moving closer.

They kept dancing, the warmth coming from Supervillain was overwhelming, Hero just wanted to embrace it. To just hold on to them for their dear life, as the only warmth they could feel. Hero leans in further, just exhausted from everything, while Supervillain chuckled. As the dance slowed down to a holt, Hero almost didn’t want it to stop, but Supervillain let go of Hero.

It was so warm, kind, addicting, and almost… poisonous. It was like falling headfirst into ice cold water. “Your poisoning me!” they whispered. “Heh… So, you finely noticed?” Supervillain grinned. “Why? Why are you doing this?” Hero tried to move out of Supervillain’s grip, but it was useless. “Well, why wouldn’t I do it?” Supervillain said as the door closed behind them, leaving the room eerily quiet.

“Remember, I live by two simple rules Hero. If I want it, and I cannot buy it, then I’ll have no other choice than to steal it, and if I can steal it then it belongs to me” they said moving closer to hero. “And, stolen you I have…”

“So, you stole me, just to kill me!” Hero tried to yell, as their knees finally gave out, and hero fell to the floor.

“What! Kill you? My dear Hero, I would never! My poisons are far more diverse than simply killing things! In fact, I have spent a long time specialising in more subtle poisons. Doing all kinds of thing to the body. It just so happened that the brain is one of my favourites to mess with”

Hero felt sick listening to Supervillain’s ramblings, things seem to finally make sense. So, this was why hero could not remember the hallways? Or stop Supervillain from touching them?

They knew well about the terrible pain Supervillains poison could inflict on someone, as they had the scars to prove it. But this… this somehow felt worse, how did I not know…

“Oh Hero… When I said I want to be your heat, your fire, your everything. I meant it” Supervillain said as they cupped Hero’s tears-stained cheeks. “And, when I finally do become your everything!” Supervillain continued, ass they lean in to kiss Hero “Then I will let that fire in you burn again and I’ll have you burn the heroes, the city, burn everything I deem unfit for my regime. Together we will rule everything”

It's hopeless, Hero thought. They could not fight it, even knowing what Supervillain was doing to them was not enough to stop them. Supervillain’s grip was tightening around them, the kisses were ruff and hungry. Hero was internally begging for it to end, when suddenly there was alarms going off in all directions.

Instantly, Supervillain was back on their feet “Right hand!” they yelled out. it was not long before Right hand came running through the door, the alarms shut of not long after. “Sir. there has been a breach, in our security! We have already gotten it under control, but some of our outer security was temporarily shut down”

“Take Hero back to their room, I’ll take over!” Supervillain said before leaving. Hero and Right hand just looked at each other in silence for a moment. “Henchman?” Hero whispered, with their last energy. Right hand did not answer them, as they lifted Hero in a bridal carry, before leaving the room, and as Right hand carried them though the cold halls, Hero lost the battle to the exhaustion, and fell asleep.

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Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : End

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This part was one of the hardest I have ever written, hopefully I got all the pieces to fall in place in a good way. Also, we just passed the 10 000 word mark! :D

@heroes-villains-side-blog @hopefullywritingahit

#Hero x Villain #hero x supervillain #Hero x Henchman #Henchman x Civilian #heroes and villains #Black Baccara Rose #My Writing #the hardest part to wright was the party itself I got no clue what happens at a party :P

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airi-of-hearts · 11 months

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Wonderland AU starter for @astuteknaves

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The Knave of Hearts and the White Rabbit

Before the Red Castle became little more than an executioner’s playground, before the only words uttered by the Red Queen were “off with their head”, before, before…

The Knave of Hearts and the White Rabbit weren’t exactly friendly with each other, but their exchanges were polite enough. Both of them were loyal courtiers of the Court of Hearts, and each of them took pride in their role. However, other than delivering messages to the commanding officer of Her Majesty’s Army, Airi never had much reason to seek Yukina out.

The status quo didn’t change once the tenuous peace between the Red Court and the White Court broke and the bloodshed started. The King had made his choice, the White Queen had rejoiced—if only briefly—and the Red Queen had retaliated.

And what had come of all of that? Loss, only loss.

The King had lost his head one fatal final time. The White Queen had lost her reason, piece by piece, tear by tear. And the Red Queen had lost her husband and her peace of mind. Not to mention some of her subject’s fealty.

Airi hadn’t just woken up one day and decided to betray the Red Queen. Her change of Heart had happened gradually, with each of the King’s beheadings; slowly, as she witnessed the White Queen becoming unhinged.

The roses had spoken. White, white, white. No matter how much Mira tried to change that. They had spoken, and Airi had listened even if no one else did.

And so, she had made an allegiance with the White Court, putting her heart and her faith behind it, but her plan with the Jabberwock came to nothing. More loss.

This time the White Queen lost her siblings, and Airi lost her head. Almost.

Airi knew the Red Queen would want to punish her. Proof of her involvement in the attempt on Mira’s life was found in the Jabberwocky’s claw: Airi’s pocket watch.

She didn’t even get a trial. The fearsome Knave of Hearts had caught up with her just outside the Red Castle. The last thing Airi saw was the glint of Yukina’s silver sword, the one with the heart on the hilt.

The war had raged on with countless casualties on both sides, but Airi hadn’t crossed paths with Yukina again. Until now.

The fog shrouding the forest was thick, but there was no mistaking that silhouette. The Knave of Hearts approached.

Airi caressed the scar on her neck as a shiver ran down her spine. ‘Yukina must have hesitated that time,’ she mused. ‘Otherwise, my head would have rolled clear off my neck.’

The Knave stopped, still too far for them to hear each other, if what she wanted was to talk. A courtesy, maybe?

Airi waited for her pulse to slow down again. ‘You’re not an actual rabbit,’ she scolded herself. ‘Even if you turn into one from time to time. Even if your eyes are red. So calm down.’ When Airi felt calmer, Yukina still hadn’t moved. She would have to take that first step.

The White Rabbit walked toward the Knave cautiously, weary. What was Yukina after? Was she another traveler, joining the Mad Tea Party? Or had she come to collect Airi’s head again, this time for real?

When they were just a few steps away from each other, Airi raised her hands to show Yukina she had no weapons on her and then stood very still, waiting for Yukina to approach.

‘What business brings the Knave of Hearts to this side of the Pool of Tears?’ Airi asked once they were standing face-to-face.

#aib rp #wonderland au #wondarkland au #astuteknaves

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