Dannicalifornia7 - Danni

Head empty just Gwynriel 💙💙✨✨✨

“Are you kicking me out?” Will never not make me smile😂

Ugh the obsession I have with them having even the tiniest interaction like SJM set them up so good because the chemistry is CHEMISTRYING!!!!!

My last and final wishful thought for ACOSF: I really would've liked to have seen Nesta's Cauldron-torn power and identity as a death-lady (a foil to Koschei's death-lord, if you will) play a far, far larger role. I would've liked to have seen her untrained and unfettered powers grow as a reflection of her desire to feel nothing—no shame, no self-loathing, no anger. I would've liked to see her struggle with her power more consistently throughout the entirety of the work and not just at the end. I wanted a bigger, more epic showdown than what we got so I imagined a boss battle with Briallyn followed by this post-battle scene of Cassian persuading Nesta to set aside Lady Death in favour of her own humanity. I also wanted a soppy declaration of love, dammit.

This moment was inspired entirely by Galadriel's temptation of the ring—(IN PLACE OF A HIGH LORD, YOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEN!)—as well as Eris' hair from Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas while I stole the ALL CAPS style of speaking from Terry Pratchett's Death.

Script under the cut for those who don't feel like zooming in.

C: Come back, Nesta! Where are you going?

N: For what purpose would I return? It is easy, this power. I am the void at the beginning and end of all things. I feel nothing. I want for nothing. I am nothing.

C: I understand you want to feel that way, I really do. But it's not worth it. What's it for, all that power? What's the point if you can't love or be loved? If you can't feel passionately enough about something or someone to really fight for it, for them? If you'll be alone for all eternity?

N: I want to be alone and feel nothing. My skin hurts when I wear it.

C: I know it does, but I'm begging you to try for my sake. I need you, Nesta. Take off the mask. If you still cannot bear it, the Trove is yours.

N: You speak of such things because you believe we are bound. But I am no gift of the cauldron. I am a curse, as tempestuous as the seas, as cruel as the sun, and as cold as the mountains.

C: That's bullshit, Nes, and you know it. The bond only confirmed what I knew already, what I've suspected before you ever became Fae. I'd choose you every damn day, human or Fae, bond or no bond. You're not a curse. You're not a burden. Not to me.

C: Now, where is that proud, stubborn woman I've grown to love so much? I want her back.

(The flames explode out, then the darkness recedes. In the middle stands Nesta, a High Fae again. Discarding crown and mask.)

C: (Cupping her cheek.) There you are.

C: (Embracing her.) I love you, Nesta.

N: (Leaning in.) I love you too, Cassian.

Jason- For as long as I've lived in a mansion, I'll never understand why some of the things we have even exist

Jason- Like, why the hell do we have so many forks with only three prongs?

Tim, born and raised rich kid- Excuse you. That's called a cocktail fork. Also known as an oyster fork. It's for when we entertain wealthy guests or for when Alfred wants us to pretend we actually know how to behave in high society

Also Tim, as soon as Jason leaves- Hey. Hey, Dick. Check it out. It's a threek.

this was bound to happen

Jason, watching Dick and Bruce scream at each other: Holy fuck. I didn't realise their fights could get this vicious.

Damian, worried: Can you not separate them, Todd? If we do not subdue them-

Tim, totally relaxed: Please. This is nothing.

Duke: What?

Tim: This isn't even in their top ten. I've seen Dick deck Bruce before and this doesn't come close to that clusterfuck

Jason: You're joking?

Tim: No? Steph, back me up on this. This is them being polite

Steph, also extremely relaxed: Yep

Tim: God, when was the last time they threw hands properly? Hey remember when Dick crashed the Batmobile on purpose because Bruce was an ass about some case?

Steph: Good times