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(via GRETTA EXPECTATIONS - Pulp International)

Sully is that you!?

From Star Wars Vol. 3 #043, “The Healing Force”

Art by Steven Cummings, Jethro Morales, Wayne Faucher and Rachelle Rosenberg

@louwhose you made me write this, so you get tagged :P

Just wanted to write a little introspective piece for my favorite episode of Dwight in Shining Armor. Season 3 Episode 4, "Mirabel". (Also no I did not rewatch the episode before writing this so if something seems off, now you know why lol)

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Princess Gretta has waited one thousand years for this day to arrive.

Her royal coming of age ball—it’s been talked about before she could even talk herself. It’s been planned and thwarted and ultimately postponed, time and time again. Why, it’s been pushed back so far, it’s even outlasted the kingdom of Rogomore itself, and has now been scheduled in another era entirely.

But even then, Princess Gretta does not get her day.

She’s waited one thousand years for this. But someone else has been waiting for one thousand years too.

Mirabel is miserable. She feels cheated and wronged, and she’s been nourishing her resentment for ages. Centuries upon centuries, all alone, with no one to confide in. No one to acknowledge her. No one to treat her like she’s special, even when the princess who stole everything from her had already vanished from the world.

By all rights, Gretta should feel bitter in return. Her ball is in ruins. Her plans are foiled. Countless hours of effort have been utterly wasted. It seems, even after all this time, she cannot rid herself of the curse.

But all she feels is pity swelling in her heart.

She gives it all up. The ball is no longer her own. Dwight is no longer her date. And Princess Gretta, the star of the celebration, is now reduced to a mere attendant.

Mirabel finally gets her day. She finally feels seen. She finally feels loved.

Gretta can see it all as she watches from afar. The smiles. The laughs. It was wise of her to entrust the girl to Dwight. He knows how to show her a good time. A magical time. An unforgettable experience, to make the one thousand year wait worth it.

The princess musters a smile. There’s a lot to mourn here. Her kingdom lies in ruins. She’s been displaced in time. And even when the world comes together to offer something that is rightfully hers, she is asked to give it up for another’s sake.

But Gretta doesn’t merely see the ill. There is good present too.

So, so much good.

There’s a boy who looks at her like he never wants to look at anything else.

And there’s a man who loves her like only a father could.

And when Gretta realizes this, she thinks, perhaps, that she doesn’t need a special day.

Henry + The gang poly Route - Choose your own story

OPTION A. TALK TO BEVERLY

PART 1 Intro (CLICK ME)

PART 2 Sports class "With Henry (FOR THIS POST)

PART 2 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Part 3 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Warnings: Trauma, Smoking, Coping mechanisms, Slightly Violent, anger problems, shitting on religion (I'm sorry!! please don't come for me)

Reader: *you sigh before forcing a smile* I'm fine don't worry..I haven't seen you around before. I'm Lilith... *you smile at her as you bring your hair to your shoulder covering the mark Henry had left*

Beverly: My names Beverly Marsh I'm surprised you haven't heard about me from one of the other girls. *She walks over to you*

Reader: I prefer to keep to myself for that reason... Doesn't stop them talking tho *you quickly picked up things from your bag that fell on the floor earlier. Beverly: Ha True that *she studies your expression, taking in the full picture before brushed your hair aside* Reader: Hey! *You snapped a little swatting her hand away* Beverly: Sensitive I see *she smiles gently* Reader: It's fine *you say sternly* Beverly: Well It clearly isn't, I saw him walking out... *she turns around walking into the same stall Henry had just almost assaulted you in...* Reader: *you watched her a sorrow filled expression hanging around*

Beverly: I won't tell anyone. We are more alike then you may think. *sitting down as she pulls out a packet of cigarettes.* Beverly: Whadya you know, want one? *She thrusts the packet at you. Revealing one lucky last ciggy* Reader:*Walking into the stall, you closed and locked the door behind you before grasping the ciggy. Beverly hands you the lighter as you leaning your back against the door.* Beverly: He's the type of guy who's hard to stay from... *she states puffing out smoke. Reader: *you stay quiet taking a deep drag as a lump starting to form in your throat, looking down at your feet* Beverly: *Beverly looks at you it woah filled eyes* He won't let you go... Around here you're an odyssey..like candy that rots kids teeth. Reader: Haha I already know I look and dress a little different can't be that bad *you smile trying to keep down the unwanted emotions* Beverly: Oh but it will, Trust me it will...there is already talk

Reader: ... I'm guessing you've had your fair share *the ciggaret smoke was starting to fill the cubical. The smoke burned through your nostrils. You enjoyed it..the burning sensation Beverly: I can tell you from experience the girls are just as bad as the boys here... *her legs squeeze together a little* Reader: Guess it's the sad part of growing up...guys and girls alike don't wanna just be friends...its just not that simple... Reader: Does he ever do that with any of the other girls.. Beverly: I'd rather not say *she looks down at her lap* Reader: Hey! All that "wait till marriage" is Bullshit! Guys just don't want to feel insecure bout their weiner on date night.

Beverly: *flashing a bright smiles as you both laugh loudly* Haha Yeah I guess your right. Beverly: There is a roamer going around that his father beats him and thats why his mom left... Reader: *you contemplate for a moment* Well that explains a lot..oh shit..I'm actually starting to feel bad for him.

*WWAAMMM*

Greta: *slams the soul of her shoe on the cubical door jolting you forwards* "I know your fucking in there Beaverly, talking to yourself or crying over your mom again. Not even she could love a little whore like you." *she stood in front of the cubical, her face red, wearing an ugly expression*

Reader: *You turn around slowly facing the cubical door* Watch your fucking mouth... *you hiss*

Greta: WOOOW *claps her hands* Finally got yourself a girlfriend... the guys not interested in you anymore...Beaverly

Reader: *you look over your shoulder at Beverly quickly grabbing her hand and opening the door. Reader: Your lucky these doors close inwards *you hissed*

Greta: *her eyebrows raised and eyes widened before a smug smile appeared on her face* Your the new girl...aren't you.

Reader: *you quickly leave the bathroom shoving past her goons, tugging Beverly close behind you.

Greta: *exchanges glances at her goons before following after you both*

*You hold Bev's hand tightly, it was warm and soft ,looking back as Bev did in unison. Looking out for Greta and her goons.Reaching the court yard where all the students gather, crossing pathways to different classes*

"I HEARD YOU FUCKING BOWERS IN THE BATHROOMS" *You heard her cocky smiles before you saw it...* "You have that mark on your neck to prove it" *students stopped gathering around watching the scene play out.*

Reader: You fucking dumb bitch *you cuss under your breath, letting go of Bev's hand only to feel her desperately grasping at it*

Beverly: Lilith WAIT!

Reader: *You turn around your eyes shot a glare that could pass through anyones soul as you swiftly approached Greta*

*SLAP*

Greta: AAHH *she squealed crouching over on the growned holding her cheek as her eye started to water*

Reader: DON'T THROW DIRT ON MY NAME *you shouted for everyone to hear*if you can't handle a little slap...*you crouch down in front of her looking eye to eye exchanging an almost dead animalistic stare. A look at could bring Death. Glaring beside her head at bowers and his gang watching from afar*

Patrick: I see why you like her Henry.. *he licks his lips watching you*

Victor: Do you really do it?

Henry: Yeah she couldn't get enough of me *he states glancing at his mates as they chucked.

Patrick: What was it like? Did her coochie have sharp teeth, did it try to bite your dick off *the boys continued cackling*

Reader: I didn't transfer to this school cause I was some lonely outcast...*you stated coldly to Greta before getting up and walking towards bowers*

Victor: *freaks out stepping back a little* Oh shit...guys

Patrick: *Gets up in your face* Hey there hottie...what are you trying to do? *a cheap intimidation tactic*

Reader: *grab the collar of his shirt tugging it down and slaming your forehead into his face busting his lip and shoving him out of your way. You eyes burned into Henry's a blaze of hate that would never be extinguished, Belch interviened*

Belch: *he stands between you and Henry placing his large hand over your shoulder and another on Henry's cheset* Hey I am not above hitting a girl...

Reader: *You gaze still stuck to the shitty smirk on Henry's face*

Henry: *smirk widens as he brushed off Belches arm* *Suddenly you felt a warm soft hand grasp your wrist tugging you away fast. You see Patrick licking the blood for his lip smirking at you as they watched your figure slowly fading away. You flip them off with a scowl*

Beverly: *Didn't stop till you were both away from any prying eyes* Lilith! You can't be doing shit like that!

Reader: What do you mean..I'm not a push over *you said in a heated tone*

Beverly: I get it! You're upset! but this is what he wants!..

Reader: *you let the words sink in*

Beverly: He's just gonna push back more, he wins, Henry always wins...

Reader: SHIT I'm such an Idiot! It's my first day at school and I'm fucking shit up again *you hold your head in your hands*

Beverly: Damage is done... Lets just try and stay away from him. *She lets go for your hand placing it on your shoulder* Come on if we fail to get to class we will get detention!

WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE