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How do people regurlarly write (do anything really)?
I always think, let me get back to writing and sometimes thatâs specifically for stardew valley and other times for other fandoms, or even my original writing. But it never really happens.
I can have a period where I can write a thousand words and almost finish one-shots or make good headway in a longer story... and then just nothing.
And tell myself itâs time issues, but Iâve just had a six month unemployement period. Granted some of that was vacation and recovering from a broken leg, but even if I overlook that time, Iâve still had plenty of time to finish all of the WIP Iâve started and yet, Iâve made no progress whatsoever.
And now Iâve started a new course with jobcenter which requires me to be present 7 hours a day, 5 days a week. (In actuality, 8 hours, but the last hour is prep and I just skip that). And that sucks all the energy me out of me and now I donât know how to have hobbies or create anything. Which makes me worried about when I get an actual, real job.
I want to be compassionate towards myself and say itâs because Iâm probably also struggling mentally, but not doing anything joyful and creative isnât helping me either. So how do I actually fix this?
#personal#this is mostly just a rant#not me actually looking for answer#also sorry if this is unexpected or unwanted#I just needed to get it out somehow#because right now i'm keeping all of these thoughts to myself#so screaming into the void is supposed to help a tiny bit I guess
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something really cool happened today that i wanted to share:
my nephew is 9 years old, and a stereotypical little boy. he likes dinosaurs, minecraft, and ninjas.
today i walked in on him excitedly watching Nimona with my dad. (minor spoiler warning!)
i had never heard of it, but i sat down and watched some of it, just to see why he was so happy.
he started narrating it, anticipating parts of it, almost as if heâd seen it before. he had.
we didnât get to finish it, but i watched it on my own, because it looked fun and i wanted to see how it ended.
and i loved it. it was a fun, exciting, fantastical adventure about the importance of acceptance people who are different to us.
and it had a very clear queer subplot.
one that my nephew hadnât mentioned at all in his explanation of the film. his summary was âitâs about a monster who helps a knight that was framed for killing the queenâ.
and honestly yeah, that is what the film was about.
before sharing it with us, he had watched it all, engrossed himself in the story, took it in entirely, and the part he cared about most was whether Nimona got her acceptance. he wasnât indoctrinated, or confused, or questioning anything about himself.
he didnât bat an eyelid over a gay love confession. he just enjoyed the film, raved about it, made my 60 year old dad watch the movie about the monster who didnât fit in.
heâs still the same little boy whoâs been asking us how to get a girlfriend.
the only thing a movie centred around queer and queer-coded characters taught my nephew was that those who are different to him are not monsters. thatâs it.
and that dragons are really cool.
#serena talks#sorry for the rant it just made me really happy#itâs been a long time since i saw the world through a childs eyes and it was great#nimona#nimona spoilers#iâm (mostly) straight and cis but i canât imagine how beautiful this film is from queer and specifically trans perspective
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I really enjoy playing through tnp again like hi it's been a while
#the northern passage#interactive fiction#lea chen#the hunter#and captain the horse#userpharawee#I don't have internet atm and it's been on and off (mostly off) for a few weeks now#it's annoying for all the obvious reasons but also becauce now I'm kind of looking forward to being at work#because at least there's working wifi there#if only it weren't for the horrors (the customers) lmao#anyway sorry for the rant#I'm not far into the new and improved chapter 1 yet#because again. no internet >.> and limited mobile data#but it's been long enough since i played it that it feels like a fresh start and that's nice#realised I never drew lea so I had to change that#I also redesigned my hunter a little#not sure about the braid idk if he'll keep that lol#I also want to change his name because I was never happy with it to begin with#but I haven't decided yet to for now they're just the hunter (he/they)
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#somethin i did last night nottt really sure if i like it. but#i messed with it 2 much to redo it so whatever#for youđ¤˛đ¤˛đ¤˛đ¤˛#like how i ranted about doing family friendly stuff abd then posted nap time the day after#my art#benrey#benry#gordon freeman#hlvrai#frenrey#benry apartment â¤ď¸â¤ď¸he has a betta fish#they both drool . btw#dont read into the sweet voice colors in any of my art i mostly just use what i think looks cooollllllll#gordon#gordon feetman
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projecting on luffy again. get bited.
#zolu#luzo#one piece#p.s. i claimed to maximum amount of straw hat badges but im only allowed to display them on my main account đĽ they are with me in spirit#p.p.s. have you ever bit a soft upper arm#i think zoros unflexed muscly upper arms would be the most stimmy thing in the world to chew on#me when i see the pumpkinhead halloween luffy world collectible figure. bite.#or some of the unreleased gear5 figures esp the world collectibles#okay maybe im on a world collectible figure kick i just think they are sooooooooooooooo!!!! (â§ââŚ) ( ŕš ËĚľá´ËĚľ)Ů âĄ#the markup to buy them used is insane tho ;__; so i just love them from afar#honorable mention to the new 20th anniversary action pose luffy with the haki arm and the big big fighting grin#and all babygirl zoros which i what i call zoro wearing any sunglasses but mostly filmz and filmgold sunglasses zoro#and when i see any art of my boys in their cowboy fits!!!!!!!#GGAAAAAH IM SO EXCITED I bought the ao cowboy shimmer print had to get it sent to someone in the states who will then ship it to me ;__;#<3 <3 <3 soon i will hold them. need to get some sort of wall display going for them and my zolu mail#okay okay ive ranted about a million things in the tags now. hope you enjoyed the bited. byeeeee
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Itâs honestly so upsetting to see that the majority of people just donât understand that Tomura doesnât actually get enjoyment from killing people.
Tomura has literally felt so sick to his stomach that he has thrown up when he has killed people before.
The difference between all of the times Tomura has felt physically ill from killing people and all of the times that Tomura has gotten âenjoymentâ from it (Tomura doesnât feel enjoyment, he feels relief.) is that each time the person he killed had hurt him first.
Killing the people that hurt him is just genuinely the only thing that Tomura can think of to get them to finally stop so that they wonât hurt him anymore.
Tenko had originally reached out to his father for help, only for him to be struck by him with a gardening tool⌠and only then Tenko killed (with purpose) his father to stop him from hurting him again:
Tomura only wanted to kill the two drunk men after they had hurt him for literally just walking down the street:
Tomura wanting to kill the heroes that had hurt him (with the intention of killing him):
Tomura still doesnât get enjoyment from killing people who hurt him, but he does experience relief from itâŚ
((Edit: I would just like to clarify that the relief that Tomura feels from killing people that hurt him comes from knowing that they canât hurt him anymore (relief that he is safe, even if temporarily) It does not come from him getting rid of the âitchâ that he experiences (it always comes back, even after killing), like AFO groomed him into believing. I saw someone add that in the tags, and I realized that I never fully explained my thoughts on it. LOL.))
Not to mention, Tomura was literally GROOMED by All For One (which is something that people just like to ignore for some reasonâŚ) to even have this desire to kill people in the first place.
And even then Tomura doesnât have the desire to kill people in the way that AFO wants!
His want for destruction stems from his inherent empathy for others, and his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others. Not what All For One has groomed him into believing. (That Tomuraâs want for destruction is an impulse thatâs something inherent to him.)
Tomura has continued to have empathy for others despite AFOâs grooming, and has showed genuine kindness to the league on many occasionsâŚ
All of this is such an important aspect of Tomuraâs character and being able to actually understand him, and itâs so disheartening constantly seeing people completely overlook this part of him.
#im just frustrated at seeing the constant mischaracterization (mostly on mhatwt)#im not sure how to end this rant but. yeah.#mha#my hero academia#bnha#boku no hero academia#shigaraki tomura#shimura tenko#meta
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I think that the one thing that I will always absolutely loathe the movies for (other than single handedly screwing up the whole plot of the story) is for making up that bullshit rule about Zeus declaring that no god can have any kind of contact with their children. Thatâs completely not true but now a huge chunk of people in the fandom believe that rule as canon( because most like to pick and chose what is canon and what is not, and sell head canons as being canon to the books ).
The only rules that are stated in the books relating to demigods and their parents is that 1). Gods cannot blatantly and outwardly help their demigod children during a basic quest (such as help them fight monsters or help them travel somewhere for the quest). 2). That as of the time right after WW2 the big 3 gods are not to sire any demigod children as part of their oath that they made on the River Styx (which Zeus and Poseidon definitely didnât break ). Gods are still able to spend time with their demigod children and mortal lovers on times out side of quests. However, itâs seen as taboo mainly because the other gods use them having to much to do, and too many demigod children as an excuse to just not do anything for them. Not send them a birthday card, not a visit, and not even being claimed in most cases.
Thatâs giving the gods too much slack! People like to say "well, theyâre gods. Theyâre trying their best." No theyâre not! And this is what Lukeâs character blatantly points out!
Hermes not even bothering to visit every once and a while? Hermes not trying to help in even any little way with Luke and May's situation? Itâs a main reason why Luke becomes so angry at the gods and even thinks about saying yes to Kronosâ proposal.
And who is the example of what couldâve happened if Hermes wouldâve done literally anything? Anything at all? Percy.
Percy didnât like the gods and Poseidon very much in the beginning ( he doesnât really like them much now but, you know) but Poseidon at least helps Percy in little ways that can fly under the radar of Zeus and the others. The Pearls to help Percy escape from the underworld? Tyson? Poseidon even crashes Percyâs birthday party ffs! Sure Poseidon isnât there every time Percy scrapes his knee or fights a monster, but he still shows Percy that he somewhat cares about him.
All Hermes does is tell others how much he cares for Luke and "really truly loves him", but does nothing to prove to Luke that he truly cares. But itâs not just Hermes who does this, almost all of the gods do this! Why? Because they know that they can just say "oh, well I was busy and I tried my best" and others will just believe them and carry on. Or worse, theyâll take what the gods say to heart and demonize anyone who would try to oppose the gods so that itâs seen as a bad thing to hold the Gods accountable for the way they act.
And this is a clear example of the overarching theme that the gods are actually just an oppressive establishment that wonât ever really change unless itâs destroyed or overthrown.
In this essay I willâŚ
#I swear that Iâm actually going to write an entire essay about this series#one day#but seriously#it annoys me so much that the movies made everyone think this#and that now itâs harder for others in the fandom to see that the gods arenât all good themselves#theyâre just the lesser of 2 evils when it comes to the titans or giants#another rant about (mostly) Luke?#yeah but whatâs new?#luke castellan#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#pjoverse
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"unpopular opinion" (that should be popular): i think public schools should start teaching ab intersex people.
#intersex#public schools#im tagging this as#politics#too mostly bcs it can be seen as political.#but i could make an ENTIRE rant post ab how if we taught more ab how sex is just as fluid and complex as gender#than we could see more acceptance and understanding of trans identities in the school system.#but hey! thats just a theory#a GAME theory!#chicken noodle s0up
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I just remembered one of my FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE details in Batman. After Riddler is captured and they have his website pulled up, on a movie screen it's basically impossible to read the smaller text, but ONCE IT CAME TO STREAMING, YOU COULD.
I KNOW it seems impossible to tell, but on a big TV SCREEN you can read this text, and it says "lets take a poll... does he deserve it? if yes - feelsgoodman.jpeg, if no, feelsbadman.jpeg"
I FOUND THIS SO. SO FASCINATING when I first saw it, I was interested in the politics of the people who followed Riddler in-universe and this confirmed my theory that Riddler/Edward is apolitical, he's not "left" or "right". He's this phenomenon of severely troubled young men who are sort of apolitically disillusioned, they don't really care about POLITICS, they care about themselves and use populist language to express that because men often find it difficult to express emotions - the normal way. BUT. His FOLLOWERS aren't the same. They DO have a political leaning, and I think it leans right, and the use of PEPE-POSTING TO EXPRESS THIS IS SO. SO INTERESTING
#batman#the batman#batman 2022#rant#rambling#riddler#edward nashton#dano riddler#were his followers ALT RIGHT?#extremely likely#but Riddler himself wasn't#he likely didn't even interact DIRECTLY a lot on his own website#mostly just farmed praise and interaction from his followers from a distance#because really#his partner in crime was the Batman (to him)#not those people
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Shoutout to shonen* manga for inventing the most earth blowing mind shattering gay character dynamics and not even realizing it / just leaving it there
#idk just a trend Iâve seen with anime. in specific shonen manga#half of these are what my friends have ranted to me about#uhh vaguly about a couple ships#mainly:#burabba#avpol#jolymes#itafushi#satosugu#whatever Naruto and sasuke have going on#narusasu#narusaku#jonawagon#(from a mostly speedwagon perspective if that makes sense)#whatever toga and ochako have going on#togachako#togachaco#akiangel#shonen#shonen manga#jjba#jjk#rose talks#hit posts
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The Bronze Targaryen - 5
Summary - Two and a half moons after (Y/N)'s arrival in Kingslanding he must grapple with his new title as a dragonlord, wedding festivites, his grandsire's sudden illness, and his relationship with his father. The prince tries to balance all of this as the royal wedding looms over him.
Warnings - minor injuries, general HOTD warnings, drinking, canon character death, consummation scene (its minor and a fade to black)
I have decided to mold the lore to my own desires because there is almost next to nothing on House Royce during this time period. Also was going to break this into two parts because its so long but wanted all the wedding festvites to take place during one chapter.
(Y/N) winced as the maester prodded at his nose, the maester made humming noises as he examined the princeâs injuries. He applied a few plasterâs to (Y/N)âs nose, before wrapping it in soaked wool.Â
âHis nose shall heal fine, my prince.âÂ
Daemon nodded, âThank you, you may go.âÂ
The maester bowed to the two princes, gathering his supplies and leaving (Y/N) alone with his father. Daemon watched as the man left the room, and waited until the doors were shut before turning on his son. He crossed his arms leaning back against a chair, and (Y/N) braced himself for a lecture.Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
(Y/N) blinked, âWhat?âÂ
Daemon pushed himself off the chair, making his way over toward (Y/N). He slowly reache
d his hand out, gently tracing the scratches and bruises on (Y/N)âs face, and (Y/N) was too shocked at his fatherâs actions to react. âAre you in pain?âÂ
âIâm fine,â (Y/N) said, looking up at his father. âIâve had worse.âÂ
Daemon frowned, and (Y/N) wondered how much his mother had told him of his childhood mishaps. âWhat were you doing so far off Rosby Road?âÂ
(Y/N) flushed, âI- uh, snuck out.âÂ
âYou snuck out?â His fatherâs face lit up, and he took a step back laughing and shaking his head. âHow did your uncle react?âÂ
âWell he doubled my guard for one.â (Y/N) said, remembering his Uncleâs fury when (Y/N) showed up the next morning, face covered in blood and dirt. He had some choice words for the young heir, and (Y/N) was confident Daemon had heard his brotherâs opinion on the matter as soon as he stepped foot into the keep. âBut he was more interested in the dragon than my misbehavior.âÂ
âAh,â Daemon smirked. âYes, it must have been quite a shock.âÂ
(Y/N) rolled his eyes at his father, âI know you did something.âÂ
âWhat did I do, (Y/N)?â Daemon asked, raising an eyebrow at his son. âI did not drag Vermithor to you, or you to him for that matter. Vermithor made his choice.âÂ
âAnd itâs just a coincidence that as soon as you leave for Dragonstone, Vermithor leaves and seeks me out randomly.âÂ
âPerhaps it was fate.â Daemon shrugged.Â
âYou donât expect me to believe that.âÂ
Daemon approached (Y/N), placed his hands on his shoulders. âIt does not matter what you believe, all that matters are the facts. And the facts are that you have claimed Vermithor, you should be proud.âÂ
âI did not wish to claim a dragon, I never have.â (Y/N) said, and his fatherâs face hardened.Â
âYou are my son.â Daemon said, and (Y/N) hissed as his grip on his shoulder tightened. âYou are a dragon, you cannot escape that.âÂ
His fatherâs face softened at (Y/N)âs expression. He released the boy, and seemed to hesitate before smoothing his hair back out of his face, âYou should rest, you have had quite the number of shocks these past few days.âÂ
(Y/N) watched as father turned on his heel, and exited the chambers gently shutting the doors behind him.
âLykirÄŤ.â (Y/N) smiled, as Vermithor pushed his snout into his chest. He pet the dragon with a gloved hand, laughing as the dragon continued to push him. âYou must relax if you wish to fly.âÂ
(Y/N) had spent almost a week avoiding Vermithor after the dragon chased him down in the woods. Hoping that if he ignored him long enough the dragon would take the hint and leave, but eventually the Dragonkeepers sought him out, telling him that Vermithor had been untamable since heâd arrived in the Dragonpit. So (Y/N) resigned himself to the life of a dragonrider. Heâd spent every day since then with the dragon, slowly but surely adjusting to his presence, and Vermithor had calmed drastically with (Y/N)âs visits.Â
(Y/N) had taken to flying easily, much to his fatherâs delight and, as much as he hid it, his own. Although he had felt sick at the idea of claiming a dragon at first, he had come to find pride in the quick developments in his relationship with Vermithor.Â
Rhaenyra too found delight in her betrothedâs new life.Â
Anytime (Y/N) was free Rhaenyra was dragging him to the dragonpit, insisting Vermithor and Syrax go flying together. Viserys, at first happy to have another dragon in the family, soon grew inpatient with the two teens. Irritated at their constant absence from court, but (Y/N) paid him little mind. (Y/N) had no real place in his court, and he had not yet raised Rhaenyra, his heir, from the role of cupbearer.Â
(Y/N) saddled Vermithor, leaning down to whisper to the dragon, âSĹvÄsâÂ
The wind was cool against his face, blowing the strands of hair that had escaped his bun around in his face. (Y/N) had been wishing for clean and open air since heâd arrived in Kingslanding, this just isnât how he expected to find it. Vermithor rumbled under him, and he laughed, leaning down so that he could rub the dragonâs neck.Â
âI know,â (Y/N) spoke, almost shouting to be heard against the wind. âI am sorry I was late.âÂ
Heâd been stuck in court all day, listening to his father and uncle bicker over details of the upcoming royal wedding. His uncle, ever the peacekeeper, had wanted Rhaenyra and (Y/N) to be married in the faith of the seven, as he was to Aemma and later Alicent, his father had other ideas however.Â
âI do not worship the New Gods, uncle.â (Y/N) pointed out.Â
âIt is the tradition of the royal family.â The Grand Maester spoke up, as the other lords of the chamber had gone silent as soon as the tensions started to rise, seemingly fearful of angering any member of the royal family. Not that (Y/N) could blame them, heâd heard stories of his fatherâs infamous fits of anger.Â
â(Y/N) follows the Old Gods like his mother,â His father looked pained to speak the words, but (Y/N) gave him an appreciative nod all the same. âAnd I have not known Rhaenyra to spend her days in the sept. We are Targaryens, they should marry in the tradition of Old Valyria.âÂ
âThe faith-âÂ
âFuck the faith.â Daemon spat. âI will not ask my son to forsake his gods so that some fat septon is comfortable, and we cannot bring a weirwood here so this is the only equitable compromise I see.âÂ
His uncle and the members of his council had grumbled at the idea, but eventually they conceded knowing this was an argument they could not win without insulting someone. His uncle dismissed them all, brows pinched in frustration. (Y/N) had caught his fatherâs arm on the way out, stopping him from walking away.Â
âThank you.â He did not meet his fatherâs eyes. âI know faith is not important to you, but it is to me so- just- thank you.âÂ
His father gently cupped his cheek, bringing (Y/N)âs eyes up to meet his. His father smiled at him, âYou do not have to thank me. It is no secret that I hold no love for your motherâs house, but you do, and you are my blood. I will always defend you.âÂ
His fatherâs words still hung over his head by the time (Y/N) and Vermithor had returned to the Dragonpit.Â
Rhaenyra was waiting for him as he dismounted, accompanied by a slew of Kingsguard and a royal carriage. The Kingsguard watched Vermithor warily as he grumbled, huffing as though he could sense (Y/N)âs apprehension at the sight laid out before him.Â
 âLykirÄŤ.â (Y/N) whispered, urging the bronze beast to return to the Dragonpit. Vermithor huffed one last time at the men, causing (Y/N) to chuckle, before returning. (Y/N) walked over to Rhaenyra, untying his hair and letting it tumble down to his shoulders. âThat is quite the party, Nyra.âÂ
She sighed, âOur presence is required at the keep. We must be readied to greet the lords arriving at the court.âÂ
A Kingsguard opened the door of the carriage, and (Y/N) offered his hand for Rhaenyra to take. She took his hand, using it as leverage to step into the carriage and (Y/N) followed suit, taking the seat across from her.Â
âWhat troubles you?âÂ
Rhaenyra blinked at (Y/N), âI am not troubled.âÂ
âRhaenyra,â (Y/N) said, smiling slightly, âI can tell something is troubling you. Is it tonight?âÂ
âNo,â She shook her head, leaning forward and placing her hand on (Y/N)âs knee. âNo, itâs not tonight, it is this morning. My father is still blind to the schemes of some of those present in his court, they seek to undermine our family in favor of the Hightower children.âÂ
âYour father will not claim Aegon over you. You are his heir, you will be Queen and no scheming lord can change that.âÂ
Rhaenyra smiled, squeezing his knee slightly before releasing him and sitting back. (Y/N) turned to look out of the carriage, leaning back into the cushions and closing his eyes. He heard Rhaenyra chuckle softly, before the exhaustion of the day overtook him and he slipped away to sleep.
âYou seem nervous.â (Y/N) turned, coming face to face with his cousin. He gave his best attempt at a smile, he fiddled with the collar of his shirt, and Gerold stepped forward. He adjusted the leather jerkin, allowing (Y/N) to breathe easier. âIt is odd to see you in such formal attire.âÂ
(Y/N) laughed, âAt least they donât have dragons on them.âÂ
âNo? I have heard a rumor that youâve become quite the dragonlord in your absence.âÂ
(Y/N) reddened, ducking his head slightly, âIt was an accident.âÂ
His cousin laughed, patting him on the shoulder, âThere is no need to be nervous, cousin.âÂ
His cousin smiled at him one last time before joining his other cousin in the precession line. (Y/N) frowned at the sight of Gunthor, heâd been informed when his family and their court had arrived that his grandsire had fallen ill not long after (Y/N) departed, and in his heirs absence his cousin Gunthor, second in line, had taken his place as regent. His grandsire had been too ill to make the journey to Kingslanding, sending (Y/N) his well wishes and Gunthor in his place.Â
A sudden hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts. He turned his head to catch his father smiling, he squeezed his shoulder. âThe tailors did well, you look like a prince.âÂ
âI am a prince.â (Y/N) said, and his fatherâs smile widened.Â
âYes, you are. Remember that, as there are those that would hope you forget.â His father nodded in the direction of Gunthor, and (Y/N)âs expression soured.Â
âI do not trust him, I cannot say why but-â (Y/N) frowned, staring at his cousinâs interactions with the Valemen around him. âHe did not write to me to tell me of my grandsireâs illness. I am the heir, I should be regent, not him, and yet in my absence he swooped in.âÂ
His father nodded, âGood. You must recognize the snakes before they strike.âÂ
His father stepped in front of him, blocking his view of the Valemen. âI am aware that we do not have the best relationship-âÂ
(Y/N) snorted, and Daemon laughed rolling his eyes. âYes I know, but you are my son, my blood. And I would like to be not just your sire, but your father as well. I was not there in your youth, let me be there now.âÂ
(Y/N) frowned, hesitating. He swallowed before finally speaking, âMay we speak of this after the feast?âÂ
âOf course,â His father lightly touched his cheek, âCome we should join the others.âÂ
He and his father took their places at the front of the party, Gunthor to (Y/N)âs left and Daemon to his right. (Y/N) took a deep breath as the doors opened, keeping his gaze on the two banners bearing the sigils of House Targaryen and House Royce hung in the back of the Great Hall as his family entered.Â
âSer Gunthor of House Royce. Acting Lord of Runestone, Keeper of the Gates of the Moon. And Prince Daemon Targaryen. And his son and heir to Runestone Prince (Y/N) Targaryen the future King Consort.âÂ
The guests of the hall stood, clapping as they walked down to the high table. The amount of eyes on him made (Y/N) uneasy, but he kept his head high, posture exuding the confidence expected of one of his station. (Y/N) made eye contact with Rhaenyra at the end of the hall who offered him a comforting smile, he nodded to her.Â
They paused at the beginning of the steps, bowing to the King, before Rhaenyra stepped around the table making her way toward the crowd. (Y/N) stepped forward, meeting her halfway, he took her hand as his father had instructed him when going over the etiquette required of him at the feast.Â
âYou must act every bit the king you will one day be, no matter how unused to these events you may be.â His father had told him. (Y/N) scoffed at the advice, he was raised to be the Lord of Runestone, he knew how to act at a feast.Â
As (Y/N) pressed a chaste kiss to Rhaenyraâs hand, and claps echoed around the hall, he cursed himself for not taking his fatherâs advice seriously. He had never known a feast quite like this, hosting the most important lords of the whole of Westeros. Lords heâd never met before like the Lannisters, Hightowers, and Velaryons. He took his place by Rhaenyraâs side at the table, his father and cousin taking the seats by his left.Â
He let out a breath as he sat down, scanning the crowd as his uncle started to speak. Rhaenyra grabbed his hand under the table, squeezing it in reassurance, it was only then that he allowed himself to relax, if only slightly.Â
"Be welcome,â His uncle smiled out at the crowd, âAs we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. We honor one of Westeros' oldest houses, and a fierce ally to the crown, House Royce. Just as House Targaryen reaches back to the blood of Old Valyria, House Royce reaches back to the blood of the first men. With House Targaryen and H-"
Viserys paused, and everyone averted their gaze to where his lingered. (Y/N) tensed once more as Queen Alicent Hightower made her entrance into the hall. The color of her dress a clear statement to anyone who knew any of the histories. Reluctantly (Y/N) made his way to his feet with the rest of the guests, he shot an amused glance to his side where his father still sat, eyes narrowed at the young queen.Â
Alicent addressed Rhaenyra, âCongratulations, step-daughter. What a blessing this is for you.âÂ
Rhaenyra gave no indication of thanks, and Alicent kissed Viserys on the cheek before taking her seat beside him.Â
Heâd not yet had any real interactions with the young queen, only knowing things told to him by Rhaenyra and Daemon. He had taken them with a grain of salt, wanting to make his own judgment of the girl, but with the blatant display sheâd just shown to the lordâs of Westeros, (Y/N) decided that maybe Rhaenyra and Daemon had been right in their worries. Perhaps the Hightowers did have their own intentions with the crown.Â
âPlease be seated.âÂ
(Y/N) traced the rim of his empty goblet as his uncle stood silently, only picking his eyes up from the table when he started to speak.Â
"With House Targaryen and House Royce united, once again, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dawn and Dragons in Westeros.â Viserys spoke, and the hall erupted into applause.
âAnd after tonightâs small affair,â Laughter sounded through the halls, and (Y/N) had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. âSeven days of tournament and feasting! And at the end of it all, a royal wedding. Between my daughter, my heir, your future queen. And Prince (Y/N) Targaryen, heir to Runestone.âÂ
As Viserys sat, and everyone else followed suit, Rhaenyra and (Y/N) rose from theirs. They approached the middle of the aisle, and began their dance. (Y/N) had never been much of a dancer, and suffered through the lessons given to both he and Rhaenyra.Â
âI feel like a fool.â (Y/N) whispered as Rhaenyra and he side stepped each other.Â
âYou are doing wonderfully.â Rhaenyra whispered back, taking her place back to back with him. âIgnore everyone, pretend it is just you and me.âÂ
When they finished, bowing to one another the halls once again erupted in applause. (Y/N) took Rhaenyraâs hands in his, kissing them softly as she gave him a knowing smile. As the rest of the courtiers took their places on the dance floor, (Y/N) tried to escape back to the high table, longing for a cup of wine. He was stopped before he could reach the table much to his dismay.Â
âMy Prince.â The lady, who (Y/N) did not recognize, blushed, bowing to him. âMay I have this dance?âÂ
(Y/N) gaped at her, before remembering who and where he was. âYes, yes of course Lady-âÂ
âReyne.âÂ
âLady Reyne. (Y/N) smiled, mourning his cup of wine. He gestured toward the lords and ladyâs dancing, âLead the way.âÂ
He had to dance with five young ladies before he finally found his escape. He flopped, very unprince-like into his seat, immediately grabbing the cup of wine laid out in front of him. His father laughed, waving over a servant to refill the cup once (Y/N) had finished.Â
âNot a fan of dancing?â Daemon smirked, âOr is it the ladies asking you to dance you are not fond of?âÂ
âBoth.â (Y/N) spoke over the rim of his cup, âThey only wish to dance with me because I am to marry Rhaenyra, if I were just the heir to Runestone theyâd pay me little mind.âÂ
âI donât know about that,â Daemon said, âYou are a comely young man.âÂ
(Y/N) smirked, âLadies donât wish to dance with comely young men.âÂ
âNeither do lords.â His father raised his eyebrows, humor sparkling in his eyes.Â
(Y/N) shrugged, smiling at his fatherâs tone, âYou have been talking to Rhaenyra.âÂ
Daemon leaned close, patting his son on the leg, âI am just glad you two have made this match work for the both of you.âÂ
âWe are not married yet, father.â (Y/N) reminded, âThings may yet just fall apart.âÂ
Before his father could speak, another lady made her way to the table. She bowed to both (Y/N) and Daemon. âPrince (Y/N), may I have this dance?âÂ
Daemon snickered, taking (Y/N)âs cup out of his hand. âWell go on, dance.âÂ
His father had disappeared from the table when (Y/N) had finished, and his cousins were wrapped up in conversation with a lord (Y/N) did not recognize. He made his way to the sidelines, stealing a full cup of wine, and pressing his back against the wall to avoid being spotted.Â
He spied his father in the middle of the dancing, twirling Laena Velayron around, and (Y/N) frowned. His fatherâs wife, (Y/N)âs own mother, had died only three moons ago, and as far as (Y/N) knew Laena Velayron was engaged to some Brasvosi.Â
âYou would never know this feast was in your honor the way you frown.âÂ
(Y/N) turned to face the owner of the voice, smiling as Ser Harwin took a place next to him. âSer Harwin.âÂ
âAre you not enjoying the feast, my prince?â Harwin smiled, leaning closer to the prince.Â
âI am enjoying the wine, some of the company less so.â (Y/N) said, and Harwin laughed.Â
âI understand the sentiment.âÂ
(Y/N) brought the cup up to his lips, smiling around its rim. Harwin grabbed an empty cup, flagging down a servant who filled both of their cups. (Y/N) watched as his father continued to dance with Laena, and Rhaenyra moved through the crowd, followed closely by Ser Laenor.Â
Harwin raised his cup up, and (Y/N) followed suit, âTo your marriage.âÂ
âMy marriage.â (Y/N) and Harwin laughed as their cups met.Â
(Y/N) spent the rest of the feast by Harwinâs side. Harwin had stopped drinking by his fourth cup, watching in amusement as the prince got drunker and drunker with each cup of wine. As the feast died down, and the lords and ladies took their leave, Harwin had found (Y/N) a seat, and was watching him ramble fondly.Â
âI do not care for this court, Harwin.â (Y/N) sighed, leaning his head back. âIt was simpler on Runestone, but here, here there are too many lords I do not know. I do not trust them.âÂ
Harwin laughed, patting the princeâs leg, âPerhaps a hall filled with those lords is not the place to have this conversation, my prince.âÂ
â(Y/N).â (Y/N) said, straightening. He looked Harwin in the eye, placing his hand on top of the knights. âPlease call me (Y/N).âÂ
Harwinâs eyes softened, âOf course, (Y/N).âÂ
(Y/N) smiled at the knight, keeping his hand where it was before two twin coughs behind him startled him. (Y/N) jumped, spilling his cup of wine onto himself. Harwin laughed as (Y/N) turned to look at the people behind him. Daemon and Rhaenyra stood above him, both with twin amused smiles on their faces. They had never looked more related, (Y/N) mused.Â
âHaving fun?â Rhaenyra asked.Â
âI was informed that this feast was for me, and that I should try to have some fun.âÂ
Daemon laughed at his son's words, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him up out of the seat. âI think itâs time you take your leave.âÂ
Harwin stood, grabbing (Y/N) to help Daemon keep the prince upright. Rhaenyra sighed, a smile still gracing her face.Â
âI am glad you enjoyed yourself, (Y/N).â Rhaenyra said. âBut perhaps next time you can entertain yourself with less wine.âÂ
(Y/N) stepped forward, stumbling slightly and both Harwin and Daemonâs eyes widened as he moved. Freeing himself from the menâs grasps, (Y/N) approached Rhaenyra pressing a kiss to her cheek.Â
âI am sorry that I left you on your lonesome.â (Y/N) said, letting his hand rest on her arm. Rhaenyra smiled, at his words or his drunkenness (Y/N) could not tell.Â
She pressed her palm to his cheek, âYou are fine. I enjoyed myself plenty.âÂ
(Y/N) nodded. âGood, because this is for both of us. So we should both enjoy ourselves.âÂ
â(Y/N),â Rhaenyra laughed, shaking her head. âLet us get you to your chambers.âÂ
Daemon and Harwin grabbed one of his arms, ignoring (Y/N)âs protests that he could walk by himself. Rhaenyra followed the three men, laughing at (Y/N)âs attempts to break free from the two men, and his drunken rambles to all three of the people accompanying him. When they finally reached the room, with some incident much to Harwin and Daemonâs dismay and Rhaenyraâs delight, Daemon turned to Harwin.Â
âI have him from here, Ser Harwin will you please make sure the princess makes it back to her room.âÂ
Harwin nodded, and Rhaenyra pressed a kiss to (Y/N)âs cheek. âI will see you tomorrow at the tourney.âÂ
âGoodnight, (Y/N), Prince Daemon.âÂ
(Y/N) and Daemon bid the both of them goodnight, before the guards at (Y/N)âs door open the doors to his chamber and Daemon practically dragged his son into the room. Daemon instructe (Y/N) to lift his arms, and when he did he undid the jerkin and brought the tunic over his head, tossing it to the side.Â
âUndo your boots.âÂ
(Y/N) complied, and when he was done Daemon led him toward the bed. When (Y/N) was seated on the bed, Daemon turned to leave, but (Y/N) grabbed his arm and stopped him in his tracks. âWe have not had our conversation.âÂ
Daemon smiled, âRest, we will have it tomorrow I promise.âÂ
(Y/N) nodded, âAlright.âÂ
Daemon pressed him down into the bed slowly, pushing the blankets back so that (Y/N) could get underneath them. He brushed (Y/N)âs sweaty hair out of his face, smoothing it down not unlike his mother used to do when he was ill. (Y/N) leaned into the touch, and Daemon smiled.Â
âSleep.âÂ
(Y/N) closed his eyes, slipping quickly into rest. But not before he felt the ghost of lips pressed against his forehead.
(Y/N) hated himself the next morning.Â
He closed his eyes as he bathed, letting the warm water alleviate some of his migraine. He dressed slowly, groaning as a loud knock sounded throughout the room.Â
âCome in.âÂ
Daemon strolled into the room, taking a look at his sonâs appearance before chuckling. âHow are you feeling?â (Y/N) just glared at him, causing Daemon to laugh again. He held his hands up in mock surrender. âSorry.âÂ
Daemon placed a small vile in front of him, and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.Â
âItâs watered down dreamwine,â Daemon said, âFor your head.âÂ
âOh,â (Y/N) took the vial, opened it and sniffed it a bit before downing it. âThank you.âÂ
Daemon nodded, turning to leave.Â
âAre you not here to continue our conversation?â (Y/N) called out, and Daemon turned back to face him.Â
âI just wanted to see if you were well.âÂ
âI am.â (Y/N) smiled, âI just have a headache, I will live.âÂ
Daemon nodded, taking a seat across from (Y/N). He looked nervous at the thought of continuing their conversation from before the feast, it endeared (Y/N) to see his fatherâs usual tough exterior come crumbling down at the idea of a conversation.Â
Giving his father some respite, (Y/N) changed the topic of conversation, âI saw you dancing with Laena Velayron last night. Is she not already betrothed?âÂ
âA man cannot dance with a lady?â Daemon asked, although his expression gave him away.Â
âNot when that man is you, father.â (Y/N) said. âDo you wish to get remarried? You have no real need for any more heirs.âÂ
Daemon shrugged, âPerhaps I wish for company.âÂ
âYou are lonely?â (Y/N) almost laughed at the thought. He could not imagine the so-called Lord of Flea Bottom wanting for the comforts of a lady.Â
âWell my only son prefers to spend his time at Runestone pretending I donât exist.âÂ
(Y/N)âs mood soured, and he frowned. He turned away from his father, crossing his arms like he wasnât a man of seven and ten and instead a boy of nine. âYou did not give me a choice. I was just saving myself from the pain I would feel when you inevitably wouldnât arrive.âÂ
âI know.â Daemon ran his hand down his face. âI did not mean that I apologize.âÂ
âYou know you have missed my last ten name days.â (Y/N) whispered.Â
âI know.â Daemon said. âI sent you presents but I know that does not make up for my absence.âÂ
âI never received any gifts.âÂ
Daemon looked up in confusion, his expression contorted before he let out a bitter laugh. âNo, of course you didnât. Your mother probably never gave them to you. She never held any love for me.âÂ
âI remember you did not hold much for her either.â (Y/N) spat. âShe told me that you fled Runestone the night after I was born, and did not return until my first name day only to flee that night as well.âÂ
âI was a boy, no older than you are now.âÂ
âThat is no excuse!âÂ
âNo itâs not and I have regretted my decisions every day! I was scared, (Y/N)!â Daemon stood. âWhen I found out your mother was pregnant I was terrified. We held no love toward each other, and I feared that our hatred toward each other would impact you. I was an idiot boy so I fled. Then you were born, and I was still just this boy, and you were so pure and I could not corrupt that with my hatred so I feld again. I fled again and again, because I was scared I could not be a good father to you, as I could not be a good husband to your mother and she could not be a good wife to me. When I finally realized what an imbecile I had been it was too late, you had no idea who I was.âÂ
(Y/N) remembered the day of his fourth name day vaguely.Â
â(Y/N),â His mother gestured to a skinny man with pale hair and eyes like (Y/N). âYour father is here to see you.âÂ
The man approached him, and (Y/N) stepped back, placing his mother between him and this stranger. The manâs face fell, and he stumbled back.Â
âPerhaps it would be best if I left.âÂ
âDaemon-âÂ
âItâs fine.â The man handed a wrapped package to his mother. âGive this to him.â
"You're running? Again?"
"Look at him Rhea-"
"No, run. Like you always do."
The man opened his mouth to speak, but he seemed to think better of it. He turned on his heel and left, and (Y/N)'s mother scoffed.
He had seen his father only a few times after that day, and their meetings had always been brief and curt. His mother had certainly not helped (Y/N)âs view of his father, only ever nodding and staying silent when (Y/N) would complain. He had once asked her why Daemon did not stay for more than a night, and his mother had replied that his father hated the Vale and many of those who resided there. It had crushed (Y/N) to hear, but after learning of the gifts his father had sent that he had not received he could only wonder how much of his own hatred for his father was just what he learned to feel from his mother.Â
âI am sorry for my absence.â Daemon said. âI can never make up those lost years, and I know my youth and stubbornness is no excuse but-âÂ
His father took a deep breath, â(Y/N), I wish- if you would allow, for us to start again. I know I cannot ask you to forget the years I was not there for you, but allow me to start again.âÂ
âI understand.â (Y/N) said, âI cannot forgive-âÂ
â-I wouldnât ask you to-âÂ
â-but I understand. I understand more than I did at the very least.â (Y/N) said, and the tension in his fatherâs shoulders eased. (Y/N) smiled, it was probably a bit pained, (Y/N)âs head throbbing even more with the revelations of the morning. âWe can try to start again. I make no promises, but we can try.âÂ
His father smiled, a genuine smile that (Y/N) had never seen across his fatherâs face before. âThank you.â
âYou are not participating, (Y/N)?âÂ
(Y/N) looked at the queen from where he was seated next to Rhaenyra, shaking his head politely. âI am not a knight, Queen Alicent.âÂ
Alicent looked him up and down, the motion making him squirm a bit. She did not respond but she nodded, turning her gaze back to the tourney fields.Â
His father was not participating in the tourney either, instead taking a seat in the stands. Ser Harwin was participating though, much to Rhaenyraâs delight. (Y/N) did not find much delight in tourneyâs, bloodshed was not a game to be played.Â
In all honesty, (Y/N) was bored watching the tourney. Ser Criston had won, wearing Alicentâs favor which (Y/N) could tell irritated Rhaenyra. By the time the melee rolled around the next day (Y/N) was dreading spending the hot day in the stands of the tourney grounds.Â
âMay I have your favor, princess.âÂ
Rhaenyra laughed, giving Harwin a small piece of cloth. He tucked it into his armor, turning to (Y/N) who smiled.Â
âI donât have a favor,â (Y/N) said, and Harwin smiled, cheeks reddening slightly. âBut I wish you luck.âÂ
âThank you, (Y/N).âÂ
Their luck and favors did Harwin no favors in the melee. Rhaenyra had shrieked when Cristionâs morningstar made contact with Harwinâs collarbone, shattering it and his elbow. But the worst injury of the day had been to Ser Joffrey, and (Y/N) could not get Laenorâs cries out of his mind even as he fell asleep that night.Â
There were no more tourneyâs after that as a solemn mood had fallen over the royal court. Ser Harwin would live (Y/N) and Rhaenyra discovered, but Ser Joffrey was not likely to. And as it happened six days later, Joffrey passed, and Ser Laenor was inconsolable. Rhaenyra and (Y/N) both tried, even if (Y/N) was not as close with his cousin as Rhaenyra was, but in the end the knight took his leave back to Driftmark before the wedding even happened.Â
(Y/N) spent the night before the wedding with his father. His father told him the story of his wedding with (Y/N)âs mother, describing how (Y/N)âs grandfather, Baelon, had to drag Daemon to Runestone.Â
âIf it is any comfort,â (Y/N) mused. âYou had to drag me to Kingslanding.âÂ
Daemon laughed, âI did. But you will have a much happier marriage than your mother and I.âÂ
(Y/N) lifted his cup, âOne can hope.âÂ
The wedding itself snuck up on (Y/N), the events of the week leading up to it not allowing him to worry about the ceremony. It was only now that he was dressed in red and gold Valyrian robes, standing atop Rhaenysâ hill, surrounded by the lords and ladies of Westeros, that the nerves started to reach him.Â
He could hear the distant roars of the dragonâs in the dragon pit as the priest spoke. (Y/N) lifted the dragonglass blade, handed to him by the priest. He made quick eye contact with his father, who only nodded, before slicing Rhaenyraâs bottom lip. He gathered the blood from the cut, dragging his thumb down her forehead. Rhaenyra took her own blade, repeating the action on (Y/N) before slicing her palm.(Y/N) dragged the blade against his palm, taking Rhaenyraâs hand in his. They joined their blood as the priest spoke.Â
(Y/N) took the cup handed to him, drinking from it, before handing it to Rhaenyra who did the same. The priest finished his rites, and (Y/N) cupped Rhaenyraâs cheek, he could taste the blood as he brought her lips to meet his. (Y/N) rested his forehead against Rhaenyraâs as cheers were sounded around them. When they pulled away and faced the crowd, he could see his father and uncle smiling.Â
Their hands were wrapped by the priest, covering the open wounds, and they descended down the hill. Rhaenyra did not let go of his hand as they went, smiling at him as he helped her into the carriage waiting for them. âThank you, valzČłrys.â
Both he and Rhaenyra were dressed in their small clothes separately. Heâd been offered food and wine before he was brought over to Rhaenyraâs chambers, but he turned them down. He did not wish to spend his wedding night addled by wine.Â
Viserys had insisted on a bedding ceremony, and Daemon had no qualms with the idea. But both (Y/N) and Rhaenyra protested. The meeting had ended unsuccessfully, but (Y/N) suspected Rhaenyra had private words with her father, as by the next meeting the topic had been dropped completely and it was agreed there would be no such ceremony.Â
The doors to Rhaenyraâs chambers were opened by the guards, and (Y/N) stepped into the room. Rhaenyra was sitting by the vanity, brushing her hair in a velvet dress that hung loosely from her body. (Y/N) felt like a hedge knight in his plain cloth clothing.Â
She smiled at him, placing the brush down on the vanity. She glided across the room, coming to stand in front of him. âValzČłrys.âÂ
âÄbrazČłrysâÂ
Rhaenyra gently grasped the laces of his tunic, undoing them slowly. She kept eye contact with (Y/N) as she did so, letting his tongue wet her lower lip as the laces were fully loosened. (Y/N) grabbed the bottom of his tunic, bringing it up over his head, and placing it on a chair next to him.Â
Rhaenyra took a deep breath as she watched (Y/N), she brought her hand up and gingerly traced the contours of his abdomen. (Y/N) took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it.Â
âTurn around.â (Y/N) said, and Rhaenyra complied.Â
He stepped forward, brushing her hair to her front so that he could see the back of her dress. She shivered as his breath touched the back of her neck. He undid the laces of her dress with careful precision, causing her to laugh and joke.Â
âDone this before?âÂ
Instead of responding, (Y/N) let the dress fall down her shoulders, leaving her bare. She stiffened as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, before relaxing as he moved his mouth up her neck. She turned around and (Y/N)âs mouth went dry at the sight of her bare in front of him. She grabbed his neck, leaning up and connecting their lips. She grasped the laces of his trousers, undoing them in haste and shoving them down his legs. (Y/N) stepped out of them, groaning into Rhaenyraâs lip as she grasped him. He could feel her smile against his lips, and he pulled away bringing his mouth to her chest, eliciting a gasp from the princess.Â
â(Y/N),â She gasped, and he kissed up her chest to her collarbone and back up to her lips, swallowing her next words.Â
He pulled her close to him, lifting her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed. He gently set her down, and she smiled up at him. He returned the smile, before reconnecting their lips. Rhaenyra gasped as (Y/N) pulled away to mouth at her neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair pulling him up from where there would inevitably be a mark on her skin the next morning.Â
âStop teasing.âÂ
âHen rhinka, Ăąuha ÄbrazČłrys.â
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Translations -
LykirÄŤ - be calm
SĹvÄs - fly
ValzČłrys - husband
ÄbrazČłrys - wife
Hen rhinka, Ăąuha ÄbrazČłrys - of course, my wife
#house of the dragon#house of the dragon x male reader#x male reader#daemon targaryen#house of the dragon x y/n#rhaenyra targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen x male reader#rhaenyra targaryen x reader#x reader#x y/n#Going with a mix of show and book canon because I think it makes the most sense#if Laenor and Rhaenyra weren't getting married the whole Joffery and Criston brawl at the wedding wouldn't have happened like in the show#ALSO not trying to make either Daemon for Rhea the bad guy they just have a complex fucked up relationship and I think if they had a kid#The kid would have suffered through their intolerance for each other as well#also i don't really like that scene but it was important and I reworked it like fifty times so I just gave up#Daemon just felt OOC but idk he's a mysterious guy and we only ever see a bit of his sweet side with Nyra and Viserys but even then he's#Mostly silent so what he would say in those moments is up in the air#I'm ranting but yeah
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Caitlyn's Objectives for Zaun are Vague and Terrible.
"Locate Jinx."
Plenty of people have already talked about this one, but there's a clear "and" missing to this statement. Caitlyn isn't going to just find Jinx say mission accomplished and go back to Piltover. She's left her intentions for Jinx ambiguous to her superiors (Ambessa) and subordinates alike, which leaves room for the situation to escalate.
"Dismantle shimmer."
I cannot overstate how bad of an idea it is. It seems simple in excution. Secure the refineries, detain Singed and other chemists that manufacture it, and destroy any existing supplies. But everything else that comes with it will turn the situation even worse.
I'm not even talking about the fact that Caitlyn is suggesting everyone in Zaun addicted to shimmer immediately go cold turkey without warning, preparation, or their consent. It's that fact that she's essentially destroying the only form of healthcare infrastructure that exists in Zaun.
For all the bad shimmer can do, it's still an effective medicine when used right. It's not a coincidence that once Silco took over and introduced shimmer there's suddenly people with visible disabilities and prosthetics on screen existing in Zaun. They exist because shimmer makes it possible. Even 5 out the 6 chembarons, the richest and most powerful people in Zaun, are disabled or use mobility aids. Chembarons like Smeech quite obviously use shimmer (his eyes are pink in every scene including his character sheet) to manage his prosthetics, he's had all four limbs replaced.
How many people live like Silco, with a chronic illness (probably a dangerous infection because Zaun is Piltover's human/industrial wastepit) that needs to be treated daily? How many people are practically dead and buried if the enforcers manage to destroy all remaining shimmer?
"Neutralize any agents still loyal to Silco."
What does that even mean? What does being loyal to Silco mean when he's dead? They're getting rid of all infrastructure related to shimmer production. The only thing that remains of Silco that anyone can be loyal to is the belief he left behind (and maybe Jinx but that's complicated).
Above all else (except Jinx), Silco wanted an independent Zaun. Will That's his whole thing, and shimmer was just the mechanism to make it happen. Will anyone who agrees that Zaun should be independent be considered a Silco loyalist? If so, then Caitlyn's mission isn't just about finding Jinx and getting shimmer off the streets, this is about crushing an independence movement AGAIN.
How will she characterize Silco's loyalists? Is she talking about chembarons that worked with Silco? Former members of his gang? People who worked in Silco's factories and liked the paycheck? Silco was the defacto leader of Zaun, most if not all figures in Zaun with influence were essentially complicit in his agenda.
Is there any real difference between anti-Piltovan sentiment and pro-Zaunite independence at this point?
#arcane#arcane meta#caitlyn kiramman#these are all just vague justifications to establish an occupation in zaun#those check points in the teaser don't look like temporary structures#they're there to further restrict the movement of zaunites not just at the bridge now but in the city itself#caitlyn is going to gum this whole thing up and it's no surprise Vi can't show her face in zaun#these are all vague and poorly thought through objectives that have no timelines and/or will escalate tensions in zaun against piltover#do you think children in zaun will make snappy rhymes to make fun of caitlyn and her mom#you think jinx will edit some of them#this is all based on the teaser so things could change#mostly a rant
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Some Spidey + DP doodles :]
and also Tracer.
#spider man fanart#spider man#deadpool#deadpool fanart#spideypool#?#yeah. spideypool#tracer#idk why i felt like drawing her alonside them#but she gets to stay.#bro Spidey is RANTING#no idea whay he's saying tho.#I was just gonna draw dp in his cutesy pose talking on a flip phone#but I decided I might as well draw the other side of the conversation.#eh it was mostly an excuse to draw spider man and deadpool together <3#my art â
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jericrew pj party
(totally not just an excuse to draw hc body refs post-revolution and rant in tags)
#hc all four carry scars from forearm blocking + explosives but only enough to slightly warp their plasticine coating#Markus still has his waist scar from falling into Jericho and Simonâs got a slight limp + soldered thigh wound from Stratford#also they all have bullet wound scars but mostly in their torsos and under their clothing#kinda unrelated but I also hc Markus w/ occasional heavy âmigraineâ and him and Simon experience joint lockup#from biocomponent damage / compatibility issues as well as siâs nerves (wires??) fizzing in and out#basically theyâre all extremely wounded but went the soldering route to save newly printed biocomponents for more critical androids in#Jericho#dbh north#dbh simon#dbh markus#dbh josh#dbh jericrew#detroit become human#artists on tumblr#ok rant over sorry I just love the idea of them wounded given what they do yknow
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Okay but I do get really tired when people rag on Narnia's Biblical parallels for being too overt. Like, yeah dude. It's written for kids. Most kids don't do subtlety. I knew my Bible better than probably 95% of third graders, and yet my parents still had to clue me in. I've talked to people who grew up secular and didn't realize Narnia was Christian until well into adulthood. The Christian parallels in Narnia are at a pretty perfect level for most kids, and the fact that we as adults continue to get new spiritual meaning from it as we grow is a real testament to the depth of Jack's writing.
#mostly i just get sick of narnia being compared unfavourably to lotr#they are written for two different audiences with different purposes and different ingredients and they are both good!#like yeah okay tolkien disliked allegory. (a) narnia isn't exactly allegory and (b) even if it were would that be so bad?#Jack's over here doing his own thing. i for one love how overt Narnia's Biblical parallels are#okay rant over#why did i ever think it was a good idea to talk narnia on the internet. i am way too defensive and possessive of it#pontifications and creations#narnia
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theatre fans that hate on any cast of a show that isnât the original are the bane of my existence. literally just shut the fuck up do you hate joy magic and fun and seeing different interpretations of characters.
#monty monolouges#sorry just really pissed about this recently#mostly because i saw a heathers video that used the west end version of seventeen and everyone was like#âoh ryan and barrets is betterâ THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM SHUT UP#this also goes for six as well because the amount of people i see being rude about the aragon tour queens on the OFFICAL SIX TIKTOK#is insane like please grow up and stop being a little bitch#musical theatre#theatre#rant
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