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Endless Waltz -re-watch ramble

Originally posted by atomskk

So, yesterday evening I finished my Endless Waltz movie version re-watch. And I had a few thoughts. Not necessarily intelligent or insightful thoughts but things I noticed or was puzzled by. But I decided, rather than having them rattling around in my brain, I would inflict them on tumblr. (Spoilers so read no further if you’ve not seen this thing)

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OKAY NO BUT SERIOUSLY BOG IS THE BEST

BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS DORK

Like, you can tell he’s really uncomfortable about all this but YOU KNOW THAT HE REMEMBERS WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO GET REJECTED AND SO HE’S DOING HIS BEST NOT TO HURT DAWN’S FEELINGS AND IT IS SO EFFING ADORKABLE I CAN’T STAND IT

And like… I don’t have a picture of the moment (*SOB*) but when Roland repeats what Marianne called Bog (blah blah) cockroach and starts making fun of him, EVEN THOUGH Bog just thought he got played his first reaction is not to get upset or angry and instead he’s all like, “HOLY WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO MARRY THIS DOUCHEBAG???” THIS IS THE GUY??? And the incredulity is like a physical thing and he doesn’t give two shits about this asshole in the background he’s just focused on Marianne AS IT SHOULD BE OMG

And it’s just beautiful.

(This movie reaches straight through my prefrontal cortex and into my hindbrain and is just SQUATTING IN MY ID RIGHT NOW. 13-YEAR-OLD ME IS DYING INSIDE)

Strange Magic: Kidnapping AU Part 2

Anon prompted me:

[Strange Magic] au where kidnapping is a thing before courting. Marianne kidnaps Bog.

Prologue/Chapter One and Ao3


Chapter Two: Tying the Knot

They sat as far away from each other as was politely possible. This was some comfort to the Fairy King. After the unexpected arrival of the unlikely pair—Crown Princess Marianne and The Bog King—there had been a great deal of confusion. To put it mildly. Finally the king had sent everyone away and taken the two to his study. Now the king of the goblins was sitting uncomfortably in a fairy chair that was too small, and he kept glancing over his shoulder at the window, disliking having his back exposed to attack. Marianne sat across the desk from her father, barely in front of the corner of the table. Both of them had their arms folded and legs angled away from one another.

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