#I hope that helps answer your question Anon

[globaloppaaa]

how do we feel about boynextdoor having cuteness aggression :ppp

oh i KNOW they’re hiding it fr. thank you so much for requesting! i love little chats with my anons :))

warnings: none i believe!

leehan really does try to keep it undercover, and i think he does the best job at it? he can be really calm in most public situations, but when you two are alone? ohhh that’s a whole different challenge, because now he has you all to himself. he’ll slowly start to break, giving you quick, snarky remarks so that hopefully you won’t notice the blush creeping up on his face. but if you place his face in your palms and straight up ask him what’s wrong, he’s a stuttering mess.

“you’re always puffing your cheeks like that y/n, do you only get like this for me?”

(he’s silently combusting inside.)

jaehyun is not your strongest soldier. anywhere and anytime he is with you he just erupts into this fit of coo’s and pouts. he really can’t control it. try walking past him and watch the way his eyes widen as they linger on you, then his fingers start to tremor, then he’s pursing his lips trying to keep in how cute you look wearing his clothes… before you can even ask why his head looks like it’s about to explode, there he goes!

“oh my god look at you. how could you do this to me??”

“im wearing your shirt? didnt you ask me to-”

“i can’t take it anymore!”

sungho is another one who tries veryyy hard to keep his cool. he’s actually super sensitive about his and your feelings, which makes him attentive to your every move, but he feels so embarrassed ogling at you 24/7, so he mainly tries to find any kind of distraction to keep himself off of you. It’s hardest for him to keep it in when he hasn’t seen you in a while though, he’ll do his best but trust his hugs will be tighter and his kisses just a bit more feverish.

he scoops you into his arms, entangling you in such a strong embrace that you find it hard to exhale when he finally lets you go.

“sungie did you miss me that much?”

“you have no idea.”

taesan is gonna try to be soo nonchalant about it, but his inner romantic is screaming and clawing at his skin. forget him maintaining his dignity during any kind of conflict with you. the way your eyebrows furrow, and how you pout your lip for only him to see, oh and if you put your hands on your hips? hes a goner. can’t even remember what the initial argument was for because now he’s enamored. absolutely has to squish your cheek or squeeze you physically to get the frustration out.

“baby, you can’t keep doing this to me.”

“doing what?���

“there you go again, i said stop it!”

riwoo is like, totally natural about it? i feel like cute things are just a regular part of his daily life, and he’s always appreciated those softer, cuter moments with you. rather than getting aggressive he just basks in the cuteness with you. is NOT afraid to tell you you’re cute, because how could he try to lie? when riwoo sees something cute he just HAS to have it. though he does say it so often that you have to question what exactly is so cute to him, do you ever get an answer? nope.

“aww look at you!”

“riwoo baby you’re doing it again.”

“i can’t help it, look at you!”

woonhak is like, the worst person to keep collected about this. he gets overly expressive and dramatic when he’s talking to anyone, so when he’s talking to you up close and your big doe eyes have his full attention, it’s 10x worse. as soon as the rage hits he’s already making a fool of himself. He’s fighting it so hard in hopes it’ll help the agression subside, but he doesn’t realize he’s practically yelling over his own thoughts and laughing ridiculously to try and cover the thumps of his heartbeat.

“woonhak is everything ok?”

“YEAH YEAH ITS SO GOOD, YOU JUST LOOK SO GREAT TODAY. IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IT JUST ME-“

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Hi! I’ve been loving your Dragon!Hybrid headcanons!

I was wondering if I please could request headcanons on how each Dragon!Hybrid would react if their partner got injured? I don’t mind the gender specified!

Thank you!

Hiya Anon!

I'm glad you like it. I hope this headcanon will entertain as much as the rest. It was very interesting to write how everyone would react differently, as each has different challenges.

If you ever want to request something again, you can identify yourself as the 😵‍💫 emoji!

Injuries

Masterlist

Dragon!Hybrid Masterlist

Aegon:

“What’s happened?” 

Aegon was out of breath and walking briskly to you. There seems to be a mild panic in his voice; it's a bit higher than usual. You don’t know how he learned you’d gotten yourself into the care of the maester, but he’s here now… 

You shake your head as the maester explains how the cut on your forehead was superficial; he ‘tsk,’ rolling his eyes and dismissing the man before he can finish his sentence. 

Whilst his help is quick to leave the room, the maester takes his time leaving, and recommends a thousand things for you to do before finally closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Aegon. 

The scale adorning his neck now extends to his jaw, his eyes more lizard-y than human. He asks again. “What’s.  happened?” This time, panic left its place to anger. It’s your turn to roll your eyes. 

“Nothing, truly.” 

Was your annoyance justified? Yes. Was it wise to use a tone on Aegon at the current time? Probably not. You watched as a stream of smoke left his mouth, eyes shining and talons sharpening at the tip of his fingers. “Issa prumia…” It sounded both like a threat and a caress. Somehow, that made you shiver; you didn’t know what kind of emotion that reaction came from.

It was not often that Aegon’s temper escaped him; the sight of blood must truly have disturbed him for him to let Sunfyre take control of the situation. You sighed a little, both to control the shake in your limbs and to regain (even just a little bit) some patience, which you were lacking awfully. 

“I peeled an apple with a blunt knife.” You let out, softly. The heat of embarrassment flamed through your veins as the words got past your lips. 

When all Aegon (Sunfyre?) did was raise an eyebrow, not adding anything, you sighed again. Must you truly embarrass yourself further? 

He just stayed silent, eyes locked on you, sometimes going to the bandage on your forehead. Shoulders sinking, you capitulated.

“I guess I made to hard a movement whilst peeling the fruit, and I cut myself with the knife.” You explained further, eyes stubbornly kept over Aegon’s head, on the wall. 

Aegon huffed, voice rougher than usual. “You guess?” He chided. 

“It wasn’t my intention.” You bite back before taking a breath. All of this wasn’t worth a dragon’s anger. “I won’t do it ag—“

Before you could finish your sentence, Aegon was climbing over your knees, opening your arms from the hug you had self-imposed on your body to tuck himself beneath your chin. A soft, acute purring escaping him. 

“So you're fine. I’ll have someone cut your fruit from now on. Hold me now. I’ve missed you.” He orders.

Brat. 

Aemond: 

You, hurt? Good joke. No, but seriously, it won’t ever happen because he’ll bust that person’s face before they can even think about hurting you. He’ll destroy the walls, the stairs, and eradicate the bees for you. 

And if (when) he can’t, he’ll panic. 

“What are you doing?” Comes the snarling question from your lover, the previously locked door nearly taken out of its joints as he opened it. You look up from your kneeling position on the ground. 

“Cutting through the wood.” You answer truthfully, showing him the knife you were using before he’d rudely taken away said door. The world was fuzzy on the edge of your sight, and you wanted fresh air; that wasn't too much to ask, was it? 

“May I ask why?” Aemond’s tone is not less venomous than when he first spoke, but you’ve dealt with him before. Honesty is your best way out of his wrath. 

“I was bored, and I’m feeling a lot better.” 

Aemond grunts, not convinced by your words (maybe because of the paleness you exhibited or the numerous escape maneuvers you’d pulled throughout the week.) He helped you to stand, even going as far as to pat the dirt out of your clothes before leading you back again to the plush chair near the fire (drats!). 

“A fever and a cold don’t just go away within three days, Qelos.” He chided you coldly, puffing out the cushion of the chair before helping you sit down. 

“Maybe it was a small fever? A baby cold?” you tried to convince him again. Humour was your best ally in conditions such as this. It was lies. A cold? Please. The only cold you’ve caught was by being exposed to a botched poisoning (a bad fish) and were forced to ludicrous experiments by the maester to make your illness go quicker (sleeping three nights in a hammock for fresh air in winter.)

Rewarding your tries to humour, however, Aemond’s face lost its edge; a small smile curved his lips, if only for a moment. 

“I promise to make up for your lack of entertainment, Qelos. Shall I call for music and refreshments?” He teased, covering your legs with a blanket, and kneeling next to you. His good eye had lost the coldness it usually shined with. 

Baela: 

Poor baby, you’re hurt? Don’t worry; Baela will take care of you. She’s not one to panic, or, at least, to let it show too much. 

“How does it feel?” She’d ask, for the thousandth time (or so it seemed) in the last hour, looking at the bump on your forehead. 

She was holding a small bag of ice over it and knew as much as you did that your condition had not changed since you’d ungracefully fallen flat on your face and came back up on your feet with a disoriented spring to your movements. Yet you answered all the same. 

“It’s cold, but it seems like my heart has gone back to my chest, as my brain isn’t beating as hard now.”

She hummed softly as the only answer, running her finger through your hair. Baela let her gaze run over your face, lost in her own mind now. You were making it seem as if you hadn’t seen her scramble out of her dragon form when you fell from your seat on her back, and she didn’t comment on the unseemly manner in which you’d fallen. Both parties were happy that way. (Ego : bruised, forehead : bumped, knees scraped, but on equal ground.)

Daemon: 

To Daemon, it depends. Did it draw blood? Did you do this to yourself? If you didn’t bleed, walk it off. If someone did this to you?? Blood or not, there’s gonna be hell to pay! 

It wasn’t a big deal. Seriously. Some drunk lord was talking smack and waving his knife around, a bit too close to your face. It might have been covert threats; you weren’t really listening. You’d gotten cut. Next thing you know, Daemon is cradling your face in his hands, examining the cut under all it’s angles (it literally just has one!!!), a scowl very present on his face. 

You try to whisper comforting words to him. “It’s okay; I’m okay. It’s not deep.” But it seems to only anger him more. A deep, cavernous sound echos in the chamber, shaking you to your core, and making the usually warm atmosphere (colder by the sudden shift of Daemon’s mood) freezing now. 

The lord was scrambling, apologies spurting out of his mouth faster than he could breathe; the man was already half up when Daemon spoke. His gaze was still locked on the bleeding cut on your cheek. 

“Making such a pretty thing bleed. Tis a distasteful hobby.” He said, growled, at the man. The lord only agreed, probably hoping that it would help his cause. 

“It’s nothing.” You tried to soothe your lover again, but Daemon’s gaze snapped to your eyes, his hands once gently cradling your face now becoming more tense, squishing your cheeks a tad to silence you. Not your battle to fight anymore. 

Caraxes’ fire burnt in his eyes. 

Helaena: 

She’ll soothe you to the best of her abilities, but she’s not a maester and thus is no good at healing, except to press something over the blood. That she knows. She might be a bit panicked due to her lack of knowledge. 

“I’m fine, my lady.” You laugh quietly, moving your head away from Helaena’s grip. 

She was holding her carefully embroidered project to your bloody nose. “How can you be? You’re bleeding!” She told you in a small, huffy voice that she kept for the sleeping children near yourselves. 

“This tends to happen when someone opens a door on your nose.” You teased softly, taking her hands in yours to steady her movements. 

“I didn’t know you were behind it!” She claims (again) exasperation dripping into her tone, eyes wide. You chuckled, letting one of her hands go to push back a strand of her hair from her face. 

“I never said you were to blame, my lady.” You kissed the hand remaining in your, a smirk plastered on your lips, the taste of iron prominent on your tongue. 

“Come, let’s get you properly cleaned up; you’ve bled all over your clothes.”

Jacaerys: 

As Jace rarely spends time away from you (or has you alone), you don’t often get hurt by accident. Or, if someone hurts you with the intention to do it, that’s another story, and Jace will search for retribution (wait— that’s probably more Vermax, but who knows…) 

Head held low, sitting like a child being sermoned as Jace paces around your shared chambers quietly. The maester had only just left, and you had dreaded that situation in which you were now trusted. Objectively, due to the wings that were nervously (angrily) fluttering behind Jace at every step, you knew that he was probably having a heated conversation with Vermax. 

Your injury was not bad, per se. It wasn’t good either, and your arm would be in a sling for months to come, but you hadn’t been in any mortal danger. Sure, young Joffrey and little Aegon were playing roughly, but it wasn’t that dramatic!

“Jace…” You spoke softly, deciding to address the elephant in the room quicker so the tension would melt. 

“You could’ve hurt yourself worst. How could you think it was a good idea to let the toss you around?” He spat, his eyes burning with a worried fire inside of them. His tone was strained—not entirely Jace, but not wholly Vermax either. 

“It’s healthy for young boys to play fighting!” You defended calmly, raising from your seat to approach your lover, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“I should like you to remain whole instead.” He scoffed, wrapping his arms around your middle to bring you closer to his chest. He presses a kiss to your forehead, minding not to place your broken arm in way of more hurt. His body is warmer than usual; the wave of emotions is probably the cause for it. 

“I promise to you that I’ll be more careful and mindful,” you added when Jace’s brows furrowed, “of my non-dragon self.” 

A churtle escaped the man’s throat, and his arms tightened around you. “Don’t joke around; I’m mad at you.” He huffed, making you smile. 

Laenor:

Laenor is more diplomatic than most. He finds that some injuries are good for the built of characters, and so he is not too alarmed when you come back with scraped knees and such. He will spend some time tending to you and comforting you, too. But in no way, shape, or form will it be something that gives him anxiety. 

“Are you hurt?” Laenor called down the mat of the (rather large) fishing boat he’d brought you for a small trip as another angry wave crashed on the bow and over the deck. Staggering, you held on to whatever was nearer (and stable enough to help you keep your footing). 

“No!” Somehow, your voice went over the sound of the angry sea and angrier skies to meet Laenor’s ears, and with a solanel nod, he dropped to the deck. 

“Good.”

 

Rhaenyra: 

Another one who’ll be very zen about the whole ordeal. People get hurt; it’s life. People get attacked; it’s also life. Oh, what’s that? They got fired? They found them dead?? How sad.

“What is it, Beloved?” She called out to you, her nose buried in an important report. She heard the door of the room open and close, the usual smell of your bathing oils giving you up to her sense of smell. 

“There’s a new kitchen boy.” 

Your answer was short, to the point, accusatory, even, but it didn’t seem to matter to Rhaenyra, as she simply gazed up at you for a second, diving back down into her report afterward. 

She took a deep breath, placing the paper down and taking another one, looking utterly unbothered. The golden, shimmering scales on her forearms mired against the walls, lit up by the candles on her desk, but it didn’t bring the smile it usually did. Instead, you crossed your arms against your chest, awaiting an answer. 

“Rotation within the staff happens, my heart; it’s hardly something I can control.” 

You scoffed a little. “So, it’s not about yesterday’s incident, then?” Rhaenyra looked back at you, eyebrow raised, either quizzically or mockingly; you couldn’t decipher which. 

“Whatever do you mean?”

Your eyes narrowed, and you walked closer to her desk, leaning against it to close the distance between both of you further. “The spilled tea? Your threats have been heard loud and clear. Was it not your doing?” You accused her in a cold tone that an untrained ear could mistake for calmness. Rhaenyra only smiled. 

“I know not what you speak of, darling.” 

Taglist: @lady-dragon-rider

[delirious-donna]

an: thank you to the anon that requested our beloved king, Kento with this song. It was such a treat to listen to and dream up! <3

starring: Nanami Kento x gn reader

warnings: fluff, fluff and maybe the tiniest hint of suggestive, SFW

now playing -

Romance was not dead. 

You couldn’t quite reconcile that thought with how you had felt prior to that fateful night. Whilst you would never label yourself as a cynic, you also were not one to be easily swayed by the promise of hearts, chocolate and flowers. In reality, love was nothing like how it was portrayed in the old black and white movies of yesteryear. 

Then you met Nanami Kento. 

A chance meeting. A rainy afternoon. Dashing for the shelter of a bakery’s awning as the heavens pelted the streets mercilessly. Tripping and nearly landing on your face only to be saved by a strong arm. Was it that simple? 

He brushed off your embarrassment and stammered thanks with a subtle smile and held out his bright yellow umbrella in offer. 

“Oh, it matches your tie!” The words tripped off your tongue to your immediate mortification, skin heating despite the seasonal chill. 

In honesty, you weren’t sure how you ended up on a date with this dashing man, but fate had clearly decided to smile upon you.  

Kento was reserved but far from impolite. He preferred to listen whilst you answered his questions and you got a sense that he really drank in every word, even when you were certain that you were simply babbling.  

He was a gentleman in the true sense of the word; he held the door for you, offered you his arm when walking along the street, helped you in and out of his car, but there was also an evident respect. When he did speak it was passionately. His beliefs were a fundamental part of him and the more you discovered... the more you fell in love. 

Months later, after a wonderful home cooked meal with copious amounts of wine and shared laughter, you realised just how deeply you cared for him. Only the moonlight illuminated the bedroom, the world seemingly at rest whilst you were wide awake. You lay on your side and memorised his face, relaxed in sleep. 

There was no tightness around his eyes as there sometimes was in the day. No crease between his dark blond eyebrows. His lips were lax as soft puffs of air exhaled quietly. Maybe if you were more daring you would have reached out to trace the bridge of his nose and across the soft expanse of his bottom lip. Instead, you settled for capturing this moment in your memory. 

You loved him, and one day... you hoped he would love you in return. So, yes, whilst love and romance was not as it was portrayed in those old movies, it was still very real and alive today. Thanks to a rainstorm and a yellow umbrella. 

I trace it all back, three-thirty AM  That night, something turned in my heart  While you were sleeping, I fell in love 

Return to the set list

[mayasaurusss]

Trigger warning ⚠️ sorry if you don’t feel comfortable writing this, you can just ignore it but can you do jinx hurt/comfort & or smut with a fem reader who has s/h scars that she sees for the first time. Comfort and praise please thank you

Contents: self harm. A/N: hello anon! I decided to make this a sfw story, because I didn't feel to comfortable intermixing smut with self harm. Ps. I know that ending is corny as hell, but it felt cute to add😂.

"Come on, just let me help you" Jinx pleads with you, begging for you to just listen to her. She had been trying for the past minutes to medicate those bruises that an enforcer had so generously left you, but you, as stubborn as ever, had always turned her down, not allowing any room for challenge. You had been avoiding her, obsessivley clenching your arm and hiding it from her. "I'd rather you not..." you mumble, desperate to get Jinx's attention off of you.

"What? Got something to hide, toots?" you make an effort to not look in her eyes as she asks that.

Now, Jinx knows herself to be a pretty stressed person, always overthinking everything in her life. So, she had made herself the promise to relax a bit, just so, you know, she wouldn't look like an overbearing asshole. But her sixth sense tingles the moment you don't answer to her right away. Did you really had something to hide?

She was already about to make another one of those comments of hers, when she notices the look in your eyes. You seem sad, stressed and almost... embarassed? With a saddned look in her eyes, Jinx approaches you, taking your hands in hers. "Hey, just so you know, whatever it is, you don't have to tell me" she says, hoping that your mood will change. "No, no. You were bound to see it eventually". You take a moment to breathe, before exposing your skin to the bluenette. Jinx wathces memersized as you peel off your sweater, expecting to see purple bruises. Well, she does see them, but she didn't expect to see a streak of red lines running orizzontally on your wrist. It doesn't hit her immediatley that what she's watching are scars. She takes your forearm with her figners, pushing it closer to her so she can see better. "I... I didn't know" her voice is barely audible, you don't know wether from regret or pain. "How could you?" you answer truthfully. There is no way she could have known any of this. You had purpousefully hid your arms from her, turned down any attempt of hers to see more of you.

"I... why?" and there comes the question. Why? "There was no reason for it. It just... felt right, when I did it". Pain, mostly, you think that's the answer.

Jinx lets go of your arm, trying to distract herself by looking at the chipped paint coming off of her nails, digging their borders into her skin. "Are you ok now?" you almost couldn't hear her. "Maybe, I am not sure" it's the truth. You don't know if you are okay, but surely with her-. Before you can even see her, Jinx has you in her arms, tightening her hold on you with such strenght that you might choke. One of her ear is pressed against your ribcage, listening to your heartbeat. She snuggles closer to you, then moves so that her head is firmly placed in the crook of your neck. "I-I am sorry. I'll always be here for you" she says, her words as warmas a gentle candle's fire. You can feel your eyes wet with tears and fight them back, but they simply slide off of your cheeks as you try to hide them in Jinx's hair. "I know you will, Jinx". You stay like that for a while, basking in eachother's presence, before you hear Jinx huff out. She moves away from your arms. "Well, I think you earned yourself something nice to drink. Let's go". Go? Where? "But... I don't have any money" she laughs a bit, gathering some stuff from her desk. You don't miss to see her gun, carefully tucked in her pants. "Oh come on toots. We don't need 'em. I always get free stuff!".

"And how do you do that?". The bluenette turns around witht hat dumb smile of hers, winking at you. "I am Jinx".

[loving-elvis]

Ugh, I am so freakin' annoyed right now. Some idiot on TikTok was calling E a "groomer" as usual, and when I tried to point out how they were wrong, they were like "lol he took that trip to Vegas with [Cilla] when she was 16, gave her drugs and purposely wrote fake postcards to throw her parents off the trail so he could f*ck her and keep her all to himself. SHE WAS 16. You're as bad as him if you don't think that's grooming."

Is any of this true? I figured I'd come to you about this since you're the expert in this community. I don't understand how people can be so wrong and dumb at the same time. It's like they're proud to be misinformed.

Good evening, Anon!

I'm flattered that you think that about me, I'm certainly not an expert--I'm learning new things about this man every day 💖 But I will try to answer your question as best I can!

Like many stories surrounding Elvis that get stirred up in our social media age, it's only partly true. We just have to sort out the truth from the (frequently blown out) fiction. The 'grooming' story is only one of many that seem to surround him.

Yes, she did visit him when she was around 16/17, after insisting for a while and he did take her to Vegas. It's important to remember that in 1962 that Vegas was a refuge for him. According to Peter Guralnick, "It was, for Elvis, momentary respite from all the self-doubt, from all the questions lying in wait, lurking in the shadows, waiting to assault him."

So yes, she arrived in LA, and then he and the Mafia guys drove to Vegas. They would spend two weeks there, taking in shows, and he would take her shopping and getting her hair and makeup done. He introduced her to the drugs he would take to stay awake and then get to sleep. He refused to sleep with her, even though she kept insisting, until they were married. ("Elvis in Vegas" by Richard Zoglin, pg. 103)

It's important to remember that Elvis was human. Talented, amazingly beautiful, humble, and so charismatic that it's hard to believe that he existed at all. But he was also flawed, made mistakes, did stupid things. He wasn't perfect, and that's just one of many reasons why I love him so much, and why I adore him. And it's why what makes his accomplishments so remarkable 💖

[hakusins]

If male Jordan looks female does female Jordan look like a male? … (let me fuck em both)

unfortunately anon you'll have to get in line - there's already someone by jordan's side and he ain't the sharing type

but on f!jordan design!! I actually didn't think much when making m!jordan cause i was just thinking of what my oc's type would be (pretty men) HBREHBFJHBERF but if i were to view f!jordan, it would just be m!jordan design but female? so they'd look something like this:

BUT YOU DID give me the Thought of .... short haired f!jordan so you also get a bonus brainrot doodle from yours truly <3

but same anon - same, i want to fuck em both

[platoapproved]

As the resident TVC expert, do the books ever address the fact that Armand has a substance abuse problem? I knew he had a familial history of alcoholism through his father but I’m reading TVA for the first time and I feel like I should have been keeping track of how many times he’s mentioned being intoxicated while in Venice. I’ve seen parts of the battle-ax sequence out of context but I never realized until now that Armand explicitly states that he’s also drunk while all THAT™️ is happening

😭 I am so flattered and happy to answer as well as I can, but I promise I really am NOT an expert. I've still only read up through TVA! 💚 I can't tell you if the question of Armand and substance abuse ever comes up in later books, though my suspicion is it won't.

(Also good luck on your reading of TVA! It's... a lot!)

It really is interesting to me that a lot of discussion especially around Daniel/Armand talks about Daniel's addiction but (and it's probably just because people are going based solely on the show which is so fair!!!) doesn't mention Amadeo getting drunk all the time in Venice. That includes the breaking-down-Marius'-door-with-an-axe scene and everything that follows. But the one that really kills me, and to me makes it clearest that Amadeo is turning to alcohol as a coping mechanism, comes earlier:

He was particularly horrified that I'd fallen drunk into the Grand Canal, necessitating a clumsy and hysterical rescue. I could have sworn he went pale at the account, that I saw the color dance back from his whitening cheeks. He whipped Riccardo for it. I was full of shame. Riccardo took it like a soldier without cries or comment, standing still at a large fireplace in the library, his back turned to receive the blows on his legs. Afterwards, he knelt and kissed the Master's ring. I vowed I'd never get drunk again. I got drunk the next day, but I had the sense to stagger into Bianca's house and climb under her bed, where I could fall asleep without risk. Before midnight the Master pulled me out. I thought, Now I'll get it. But he only put me to bed, where I fell asleep before I could apologize.

It's just got so many layers of awfulness - Amadeo falling in the canal comes up a bunch as a fun shenanigan in fic/discussion, which I love, but I also can never forget what follows after it. Marius whipping Riccardo rather than Amadeo but making him watch. Amadeo promising himself he won't get drunk again but then getting drunk again the next day. :/ Running to Bianca's house and hiding under her bed because it is 'without risk' in a way that the palazzo isn't. :\

TVA doesn't ever address it explicitly but I think it's pretty easy and justified to read Amadeo as having a very unhealthy relationship with alcohol, even without taking into account a family history of addiction with his father.

I feel like I've read a handful of devil's minion fics where there are explicit parallels drawn between Amadeo's addiction to Marius' blood and Daniel's addiction to Armand's blood, but I would LOVE to read a fic where like... Daniel and Armand talk about the fact that as an abused teen he was getting drunk every day in a way that was clearly not just 'people drank a lot of wine back in the 16th century'. If anyone has any recs like that I'd love to read them!

[clangenrising]

Been re-reading through and I kinda have a theory-- About Oddstripe and who their possible father could be

Im not good with genetics of anything, but I see some similarities in Thrushstar and Floodstrike. They both have white patches, and Oddstripe described the guy to be brown and white, and Thrushstar happens to be brown and white, but this is probably a really long stretch, but I jus wanted to point that out cause I think its interesting to think thats true, atleast for me, would also explain how Sparrowsway is brown

again im prolly looking way into deep to it but again its an interesting concept to me atleast

Yeah, you're definitely reading way too deep into it haha

For one, Thrushstar died before Oddstripe's kits were conceived, so there's that.

Secondly, Oddstripe lived east of RisingClan, a few days travel into the desert. It would not make sense for Thrushstar, who lived on the other side of their territory and had a healer in camp who could help him, to seek Oddstripe out for healing (which is how the kits' sire met and bonded with Oddstripe).

Thirdly, and I think, most importantly, I feel like trying to find a secret reason why the Oddlet's sire was actually special and important is completely unnecessary and maybe even a bit insulting to Oddstripe's character.* The tom Oddstripe had kits with was someone who came into his life, thought he was pretty, and convinced him to try out sex for the first time then left without another thought. The sex wasn't even very enjoyable or meaningful to Oddstripe, it was just an awkward night that ended up having long term consequences.

And that's okay! Not every person you have sex with has to be special and important. Even if you have children with them they don't have to be important in your life. I think that it doesn't really matter who he was because this story is about Oddstripe! And I also enjoy writing about stories that are "realistic" in that sometimes people just come into your life and then they leave and there's not much to be done or said about it.

So, in conclusion, I'm glad you're enjoying the story and looking for secrets but you are maybe looking where there isn't anything to be found haha. If you want to find a mystery to look into, I ask you this: In this universe that I have built, why/how is it that Clan cats and even squirrels are taken to an afterlife when they die but non-Clan cats just stop existing? Is there maybe something going on here the characters aren't aware of? Food for thought.

(*SIDE NOTE: I am not upset and I don't think you meant it as an offense, you were just having fun and being silly with some headcanons and I am just having fun and discussing a topic I felt was worth discussing. Do not take this discussion as a condemnation of your character <3)

[bitethedevil]

Not about Raphael! If my ex is now going out with my friend is it it weird? I can’t understand why people say it’s fucked up situation..

Again, this is a Raphael thirst blog 😭 But I think it’s very sweet that you value my thoughts like that.

[rose-n-gunses]

I'm late to the party, what's going on in hellcheer land?? I knew grace is dating a johnny depp fan but has more happened? (Feel free to just ignore this if you don't wanna answer btw, i know you might not wanna invite drama onto your blog!!)

I am going to risk answering this but only because I have no idea.

I am honest to God probably the worst person to ask about this because I am so extremely Out Of The Loop when it comes to the goings on of celebrities because, to be quite frank, I don't care. What famous people do in their personal lives doesn't affect me and my opinions on things are rarely anything more than "oh cool" or "ew". The most involved I get is following some on Instagram but even then it's only a select few.

I think a lot/the majority of whatever is going on is/was happening on twitter and i don't have twitter so i've only ever seen whatever's trickled onto here (which even then is very very little because, again, it doesn't affect me and also I think I've just tailored my blog to my tastes so that stuff doesn't typically cross my feed beyond the occasional reblog from a mutual or that one anonymous ask I got one time)

That being said, fiction ≠ reality and characters ≠ the individuals who portray them. I am in hellcheer land, as you put it (which I like that btw, I'm going to keep using it lol), for Hellcheer The Characters. I will acknowledge that there is "drama" that is either starting or continuing to infiltrate hellcheer land even though it has no place to do so. Hellcheer is fictional and fandom is supposed to be a fun community experience and by allowing your feelings about Certain Matters to significantly affect the fandom and other people you are making it an unfun community experience and that's kind of mid tbh :( If there's going to be drama (which there inevitably will be) it needs to, imo, not be brought into hellcheer land because, again, hellcheer is fictional and characters are not real people and real people are not characters

[skeletalheartattack]

Releases pikmin creatures into your home

What will you do?

probably have sex with them i guess

oh fucm *slides my hair back and sprays perfume into my mouth* agh agh cough fuck wrong thing *sprays that other shit into my mouth then pops my shirts collar* what's up lil mamma. how about we find a quiet place to sit and make the whole place wet... EUGH!!! what's all this then!!

anon. anon. what do i do if she's a milf

[pathos-logical]

Do you know of any resources or posts specifically about captioning comics? I am very new to this, but I love comics and I make comics so I want to learn how to caption them properly. Thank you for your blog and all you do!

Delighted you asked this, since it gives me the excuse to share one of my top favorite posts about exactly that!!! I used @/TheQueerWithoutFear's addition in this post as a personal bible when starting out with art IDs! I think this post also has advice which is generally applicable to lots of comic IDs, since people can get bogged down writing every single detail of a piece when the broad strokes would do and thus detract from the overall comprehensibility of an ID. I also really appreciate this site as a great resource for examples on how to write concisely and with an audience in mind, and this post also lays out a lot of good tips! I'll round out this post with some general advice/guidelines:

Neither alt text nor caption IDs are better or even necessarily more accessible than the other; what matters is good formatting (so please don't put IDs below a readmore or use anything but plain text, use sentence case and primarily formal language, use brackets and "ID/End ID" formatting for caption IDs but omit them from alt, etc!)

For comics, especially long ones, I personally favor conciseness over strict fidelity to art, though this is highly subjective and depends on the piece and sometimes my mood. What I would boil this down to is that you don't need to include every detail in a piece to write a good ID, and using narration/prose is often more understandable than transcribing visual techniques (Ex: "She notices something to the side" is clearer and more succinct than "Action lines next to her face indicate she saw something to the side")

Organizing an ID's information in a top-down format is best for comprehensibility: start with who/what is featured (and where they're from, if applicable) and what they're doing, and then move on to background, style, and details

Last, you're welcome, and thank YOU so much for reaching out!! Artists like you make the world go round!! Please feel free to reach out if you ever have more questions, and have a wonderful day!!!

[mischiefmanifold]

How can u identify amnesia between switching or if it’s general amnesia or normal amnesia?

amnesia has multiple types including anterograde, retrograde, dissociative, infantile, and transient; in this post we will focus on dissociative amnesia which has its own subtypes (localized, selective, and generalized)

localized amnesia is the failure to recall events during a specific period of time

selective amnesia is when some but not all events can be remembered during a specific period of time

generalized amnesia is complete amnesia for one’s whole life history, may forget their identity (sudden onset; rare)

localized amnesia is what you will most likely see with switches between alters with high dissociative walls between them and little to no communication

selective amnesia is more likely to be seen in switches between alters that are at least somewhat familiar with each other and can communicate somewhat

[monstersinthecosmos]

Happy International Asexuality Day!! Here's one of my fav asexual vampire moments :D

"Put it inside me," I said, reaching between his legs. "Fill me and hold me." "This is stupid and superstitious!" "It is neither," I said. "It is symbolic and comforting." He obeyed. Our bodies were one, connected by this sterile organ which was no more to him now than his arm, but how I loved the arm he threw over me and the lips he pressed to my forehead. "I love you, Marius, my strange, tall and beautiful Marius." "I don't believe you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you mean?" "You'll despise me soon enough for what I've done to you." "Not so, oh, rational one. I am not as eager to grow old, wither and die, as you might think. I should like a chance to know more, to see more…" I felt his lips against my forehead. "Did you really try to marry me when I was fifteen?" "Oh, agonizing memories! Your Father's insults still sting my ears! He had me all but thrown out of your house!" "I love you with my whole heart," I whispered. "And you have won. You have me now as your wife." "I have you as something, but I do not think that 'wife' is the word for it. I wonder that you've already forgotten your earlier strenuous objection to the term. "Together," I said, scarce able to talk on account of his kisses. I was drowsy, and loved the feel of his lips, their sudden eagerness for pure auction. "We'll think of another word more exalted than 'wife.' " Suddenly I moved back. I could not see him in the dark. "Are you kissing me so that I will not talk?" "Yes, that's exactly what I was doing," he said.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Hi, this is kinda embarrassing but how do I get into this fandom? I discovered shoot from the hip on youtube and found these guys hilarious! But I didn't know there's a whole fandom about them here!!

Hello anon!!!! :)) if you want to be in the fandom, then you just, well, can be!!

We’re all really friendly and this fandom is so lovely and I’m sure everyone will welcome you!!! (Welcome!!!)

If you want to be doing some fandom-y stuff then liking/reblogging posts here about sfth is a good way to do that, and feel free to engage with people, everyone is really lovely. There’s also lots of fan accounts on instagram, youtube and tiktok too if you want to watch sfth edits or similar things (you don’t have to or anything, just a suggestion if you want to!! :))

Also, if you want to be on the fan discord that’s really fun, too! (But you absolutely don’t have to) It’s a great way to find out more stuff about shoot from the hip and talk to people who love them too. If you do want to join it then feel free to dm me for the link (I think it’s probably not a good idea to post the join link publicly/not sure if I’m actually allowed to, but I’m more than happy to share it with people individually!!!!)

This fandom is one of the loveliest communities ever and we’d be happy to have you join us!!!

[apollos-olives]

The videos I've seen from Palestine are haunting. And the sheer ignorance of my country is soul crushing. I've been educating myself every day about the history of how this all began and the more I learn, the angrier I am. I haven't eaten in days because the rage and sickness I feel in the pit of my stomach won't let me. I physically can't swallow without choking. My hands are shaking and my eyes are sore. I feel like I'm going insane. I'm doing everything I can but it never feels like enough. It's on my mind 24/7. My family and friends are worried about me and tell me to stop looking into things but I don't know how to go on living normally in a world like this. I know it seems like I'm virtue signalling and asking for sympathy but I'm not. This is just the situation I'm in and I wanted to ask you, how do you go on living? What stops you from falling into a pit of insanity amid all of this?

i'm sorry you're suffering so badly. i hope you can achieve peace, a sense of clarity, and rest. may Allah end your suffering and bring you joy and eternial happiness in the akhirah, ameen.

to be completely honest with you i don't know how to keep living. i really don't. i've hardly eaten, i can't focus, i've been crying nonstop for weeks. waking up every morning to face another day in this world feels like torture, and nothing seems worthwhile anymore. and the only thing that is keeping me alive is the fact that if i kill myself, i'll go to hell. in a way i feel as though that is a mercy from God, but also a test. i believe that everything that is happening right now is a test from God, and the strongest people with the faith that things will be better in the end will achieve the most rewards in the afterlife. i don't know if you're religious, but i still hope you get rewarded immensely for your care.

i'm not a good muslim. i don't practice well enough, i don't learn as much as i should, and i'm not the most knowledgeable person when it comes to my religion. but it's the only thing keeping me going at this point. the promise that you simply being a good person is valuable enough to get you sent to eternal happiness is what helps me through the day. i feel as though i'm already in a pit of insanity, but the one thing keeping me grounded is knowing that one day i'll be free and i will see all of my people in jannah.

but i know religion isn't for everyone. and that's okay. i hope you can take comfort in seeing how the world is changing, because palestine will be free. things are turning, people are opening their eyes, and although many won't be able to live to see it, palestine will be free. we can feel it, we can see it, we can hear it. most of the world is on our side, and it's only a matter of time before palestine is freed and we can go home. and the fight won't stop there. we need to liberate everyone. we need to help all indiginous people everywhere. there is always going to be another struggle, and we MUST do our part to fight back against the oppressors. the world is never going to be perfect, but we must strive to make it that way as much as we can.

anon i'm sorry you're going through such a hardship right now. i hope you will find a moment of peace and eat or drink something soon. again, i don't know if you're religious but i find that clinging onto a sort of hope for the future, whether that be religion or anything else, is one of the many things that can help someone cope. i pray you find peace, and i pray that i'll see you in jannah, amongst millions of others who are standing up for palestine today.

i'm sorry if this was of no help. please find some time to take a sip of water, wash your face, and breathe. you'll be okay. the world will be okay, i promise.