#I'm not going to stoop to insults or name calling.

[enobariasteeth]

hey tumblr, why are pro-Zionism posts/accounts popping up on my following feed? When I'm not following those accounts, nor have I interacted with any of that shit?

[1800naveen]

I'm a bitch if you didn't already know

If you're ever dealing with a person who goes after you or insults you for what you post or for hating the main characters and liking the unpopular characters or even showing empathy for a character's situation, don't ever feel like you have to stoop to their level.

COME TO ME. I WILL GLADLY TALK MY SHIT, MAYBE MAKE A POST ABOUT IT, AND SLEEP LIKE A BABY.

I can get creative when it comes to insulting people. Yes, I'm trying to toot my own horn.

I don't give a damn if someone calls me names just because I like Nesta or Tamlin. Life is too short to care about what other people think.

Like bitch, YOU'RE ON TUMBLR! THIS IS TUMBLR, EVERYONE HERE IS A LOSER. And we're arguing about fictional characters. Both a loser and a nerd? Double homicide.

"How could you like those abusers!" I would fuck Homelander.

The boos mean nothing, I've seen what makes them cheer.

Some of y'all be lacking human empathy. It's actually concerning... If you think that the inner circle locking Nesta up was right or that Rhysand was right to say what he said to Tamlin in the novella, please stay away.

WHEN THEY GO LOW, I GO LOWER! That's my motto and I live by it. (Rip to Eric Mays🙏🏾)

@achaotichuman (based on that post you made about antis)

[limerental]

ficletvember 2024 - day 13

Geralt must keep Roche out of danger in Kaedweni army camp after he's magically transformed into a yappy little dog.

The little dog is maybe ten pounds wet with stubby legs and wiry hair, the sort kept on farms to sniff out rodents. The flicker of magical light has hardly faded before it begins to yap in alarm.

Geralt has a headache already. 

“Was that really necessary?” he asks Dethmold, who looks far too pleased with himself. 

“Oh, it will wear off in a few hours,” Henselt's wizard says, waving a perfumed hand. “It's not as if there's much of a difference anyhow. He’s an irritating little beast either way.”

“And I'm meant to do your king's errands while making sure a small dog doesn't run off a cliff?”

“If you like him enough,” says Dethmold with a shrug. “I'd kick him off the cliff myself, but then, I might scuff the leather on my boots.”

Without another word, the wizard saunters out of the tent off to do whatever wizards do all day. Be an inconvenience, mostly.

The little dog hasn't stopped yapping, the effort of its barking rhythmically lifting its front legs off the ground.

“Quiet, Roche,” says Geralt more harshly than he means, and the little dog obeys at once, tail tucked and ears slicked back. “Huh.”

If the commander of the Blue Stripes, presently transformed into a tiny mutt, can still comprehend orders in this form, then maybe he won't chase something off the first cliff he sees or bite anyone's ankles.

Geralt sighs and gathers up the small pile of discarded clothing and gear to stow in his pack, noting that at some point in the next few hours he'll likely have to deal with a very naked, very humiliated Vernon Roche. Hopefully all in one piece.

Feeling a little sorry for his earlier harshness, Geralt stoops to awkwardly pat the little dog on its head. Its fur is deceptively soft, especially between its unkempt ears.

“You in there, Vernon?” The animal’s head tips at the name, oversized brown eyes watering. While promising, that's not much confirmation that it understands him. 

“Sit," he orders.

The dog stares at him.

“Lie down.”

Its little body begins to quiver.

“Right, I wouldn't be in the mood for tricks either in your state.” Geralt has a vague memory of having once been transformed into a cockerel, but like most of the things he remembers lately, the memory is hardly useful and the context evades him.

“We’ll head back to your camp, and I'll try to keep you from being eaten by a large bird. Or something. It'll be fine.”

Things promptly go to shit.

Geralt should have thought to fashion a lead for the little dog, just in case, but if he were suddenly a dog, he'd hope no one would leap right to collaring him. 

At first, the dog trots beside him as they leave Henselt's camp behind, wandering onto the main thoroughfare of the Kaedweni army camp. Then, its body stiffens, scenting the air and the animal suddenly launches off at a run and almost immediately out of sight.

“Shit,” says Geralt, awkwardly burdened by the extra gear, and ignores the judgmental stares of dim-witted soldiers to hurry after the dog.

He follows the sound of harried barking rather than searching for tracks, and rounds a row of tents to find a cook threatening the little dog with a wooden spoon as it leaps at his legs, a serving girl cowering on the other side of the cooking fire.

“This your mutt, mutant?” the cook sneers. He’d threatened to spit in his food if the king let a Witcher stay in the army camp and probably had been interrupted leering at the poor girl. “Behaves just like you.”

After an unnecessary amount of insults directed his way, Geralt manages to coax the cook into giving the dog a scrap of meat to appease him. The dog growls as it gnaws the offered morsel, but before Geralt can snatch him up, Roche is off again. 

“Sorry about your ankles,” he calls behind him to the swearing cook, not really sorry at all.

After failing to nab the dog as it rustles in a trash heap, the little creature finally stops to sniff at a spot on the outer wall. The dog turns in a circle and lifts its leg to mark the wall, and Geralt figures he should divert his eyes to give him privacy and so promptly loses his chance to snatch the dog up as he rushes of again.

For his part, Roche seems to be having an excellent time as a dog. He barks loudly into the wind, little ears flapping, stubby legs eating far more ground than should be possible. 

Geralt loses sight of the dog once or twice but follows its high-pitched yap without much effort. 

It's not the worst way to spend an afternoon. Better than the slogging about in crypts he'd been planning on. As long as no wayward harpy tries to swoop down to make a meal of the yappy creature, the curse may wear off just running circles around the camp.

Unfortunately, the dog soon makes a beeline for the front gate, and though Geralt gestures to the Kaedweni guard to block the door, the soldier soundly dislikes him. He opens the gate wide as the dog bites at the leg of his trousers, shaking its head viciously. Geralt may have been able to catch the dog as it ptoceeded to lift its leg once more on the guard's boot, but the soldier promptly tries to drive said boot into the little dog's abdomen, narrowly missing as it darts away and out of the camp.

Yes, if Roche is aware and awake in there, he's having a very good time indeed.

Once outside the main camp, the dog turns predictably toward where the Stripes had pitched their tents beyond the walls. 

If Geralt knows Roche and his men, they'll never let him live this down, if they get wind of it. He’ll have to grab the dog before it reaches camp or risk Roche's surly wrath over the months of recurring dog jokes.

On open ground with less distractions, Geralt catches up quickly, but the mutt still evades him. Finally, he thinks to use a harsh command.

“Quit,” he all but growls. “Roche, quit.”

The dog cowers, whining, and Geralt scoops him into his arms with minimal effort.

“Should have done that right away, I guess,” he tells the dog as it licks at his palm, and he scratches absently behind its ears as it shivers miserably. He feels bad about the scolding, given how intensely the little dog reacts to his harsh commands. Geralt wonders if he would react the same to just anyone's barked orders. The dog whines low in its throat. 

Will Roche remember all this when he turns back? Geralt hopes not. 

Fashioning a lead out of spare leather, he secures the little animal and sneaks through the back of his tent to avoid detection. The Stripes are in the midst of cooking dinner, roughhousing and laughing together.

“Where's Roche?” asks Ves, as Geralt emerges for dinner some time later. “What’s with the dog?”

“Well. He'll be back soon. And the dog's lost. Looking for its master.”

Bearing two bowls of dinner, he returns to his tent and settles down to meditate for the evening. The dog laps the food up messily, then turns in several circles, digging in Geralt's blankets and flops down with a grunt curled against his legs. It lets out a long-suffering sigh from its whiskered snout.

“Long day, huh?” Geralt asks and the dog's tail thumps against the blankets. 

They doze together peacefully that way, until there’s a sudden burst of light, and Roche is very human again, face pressed against Geralt's thigh.

“You're not going to lick me again, are you?”

“Oh fuck you, Witcher,” grunts Roche, voice hoarse from all the barking.

Days later, Geralt thinks maybe it couldn't have hurt to let Roche the dog run full tilt into the Blue Stripes’ camp, barking exuberantly.  Would he have leapt at his fellows feet and wriggled with joy, just like any hound pleased to greet its family?

Watching Roche mourn his dead, empty and worn, Geralt wishes comfort could be as simple as it had been then. An easy pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.

[factsilike]

Hey, so I'm just going to send you an ask. I want to thank you for your response. To me it seems clear that while we read the same book, we both put more value in different parts, which leads to very different interpretations. It's one of the cool things about fiction, right? And while I get where your points come from, I still don't quite agree based on other things I read in the novel. It's all good. I just wish that as a fandom we could have discussions without insulting someone's integrity or intelligence.

I didn't realise it before, but aren't you the same person who made that danmei confession anon post, and yet you haven't responded to my post on that.

And what other things in the novel make you disagree, exactly?

Although admittedly I don't see how we're putting value on different parts, because I am objectively drawing my own analysis based on how the characters act and what the narrative tells us, while you are arguing based on how you feel about how the characters act and ignoring the what the narrative says. Your interpretation seems entirely subjective, so does that make it more valid? I don't think you can say that. 'Revenge is wrong' that is entirely your own opinion, so you are kind of enforcing your own pacifist moral values on the characters in an ancient chinese historical fantasy novel, where taking brutal revenge on your enemies is the literal norm. That seems kind of pointless.

Because as Mian Mian had pointed out, "Is it really indiscriminately killing if everyone is indiscriminately killing because it's a war?"

But I suppose we can simply disagree on this and move on, because I agree there's no need to stoop to name calling or insults.

[saltynsassy31]

It's so upsetting seeing people go "bro why you mad at shiver? Stop being mad at her, she's a fictional character"

When in reality is more than just that

First of, the people that say that are usually shiver and I'm pretty sure that if they were in the loosing streak that we are in they'd be all up and hands about it

Secondly, it is so much more than that

I've been seeing shiver fans complaining about things THEY have been doing ever single splatfest that we have been complaining about for centuries now! And when they get a taste of their own medicine, they keep going "chill out, its just a game"

Like bruh????

Like you haven't been insulting us every single splatfest???? And we are tired of this for good reason, we aren't just salty, you guys are mean!

I've had anonymous people come at me at some point and I turned it off before it got as bad as I've seen others get it

And sure, we on the other side get a little too mean, I've seen that and dont condone it, but come on, to be acting like it came out of nowhere and that we are just salty we lost?

Everytime shiver wins, its a complete mess of shiver fans calling us mean names and saying they're justified because they're the best

There is a reason why Big Man and Frye fans have a better time together

And lastly, we aren't, for the most part, mad at Shiver, we are mad at her fans, we are upset at the people representing her

Tho, on that note, a little PSA to Big Mannies and Fryers, stop mischaractising Shiver, she is not her fans, i hate OOC stuff in general and even though she's not my fave, she is not as mean as her fans, as many say, "Shiver won't sleep with you"

Shiver fans are diving people, we wouldn't be this upset if they didn't instigate it, sure some would still be, but all my friends, many people here on tumblr and others have noticed the hostility of shiver fans, even my friends who like shiver and go to her team notice how hostile the environment is!

So take your own fucking advice and chill the fuck out, it isn't us who needs to be hearing that

That aside

I haven't played tri color yet cuz we are preparing to receive a guest in 2 days, I will once I arrive home, but from what I've seen.... eesh, I'm kinda worried about yall😬

But it seems to still be going mostly fine, I'm actually excited to be fighting with big man, I haven't had many, if any, bad experiences with them!

One Last thing though, altho I understand the anger, fire with fire won't do anything but create more fire, don't give them a reason to spew more hate, I don't condone harassment, don't stoop to their level

If you still want them to loose, one thing I'd recommend is that is none violent, is if you're on the attacking team with them, be hands off for the most part and let the defender team take the lead, you don't attack the other team but don't help out either

DON'T FUCKING SPAWN CAMP THEM! I am 100% against spawn campers no matter the team, I have been vocal about it since the start! And I'm not going to make exceptions because it's my team or the team willing to help us out and i won't defend that just because we all agree to rise up against shiver, yes i agree that we need to band together against shiver, but what the actual hell has some of these videos I've seen be?!!?

Anyways

All I wanted to say was that, I understand the anger towards shiver fans after how they've been treating us for a year now and I agree we should band together against them and I wish they'd understand our side, but let's not become them, a little taste of their medicine is fine but cmon man, some of these have just been sad kfjsjajq

[canonically47]

hey cici! if your friend hadn’t selected just a few posts i made on the situation and if you weren't so ignorant by arguing with me despite not knowing what you're arguing about/over, you'd know i despise ONC and have for some time. also, aren't you the one who flamed me for disliking the voice acting and calling me racist? you'd know better than anyone i have a so-so relationship with the show and its crew after your very, very civil interactions with me. it seems to me you're just making things up for the sake of being right.

so, i never said "don't boycott ONC!!1!!!!11!!!!!". i said "boycott ONC but you're a hypocrite for only doing it now after i've called out similar behavior for months and all you did was call me racist because i dislike riya and james' acting when you and i both know damn well That's Not The Point."

anyways please let me recap this absolutely hilarious fight for anyone reading this, it's an entire gold mine:

i indirectly call you out, not stating your name, just implying it's you through saying 'person with yul in their username'. you respond with my name. classy.

you go complain about the argument (private, between us, unrelated to camp madness) to the CM producers, bringing personal matters nobody cares for, into the workplace, which i never did, for the sake of the project; then you proceed to call me childish. i still don't know what you're hoping to achieve by tattling on me - a gold medal? i've never harassed or insulted you within the CM space so really you're just inventing things to get mad at now, just hoping to be right.

you claim you've never interacted with me when you and i both know damn well we've dmed.

i started this conflict, from beginning to end, and i will not claim otherwise - but i never directly mentioned you, absolutely never on my page. i have been petty, but never stooped so low as to turn a blind eye to ONC's racism because "it's funny" or "it's fictional", or to go cry to the CM producers because you made a post i didn't like or agree with. despite your opinion of me, i'm not some horrible scum, and i hope this doesn't result in anyone harassing you because, frankly, i don't even hate you. i just think you're unfortunate.

boycott ONC; i'll stand by your side. help with, and act in, CM; i'll help and act right alongside you. because unlike you, i can actually be mature and normal in formal settings, and i don't feel the need to bring my outside conflict into the so-called 'workplace'.

[annjensenbooks-blog]

Never forget what you post may be your last words.

I've restarted this post several times and now am at the F-it stage so forgive my strange rambling.

Several months ago, my ex-husband and father of my two teenage children died of a heart attack at the age of 49. My son, who is on the autism spectrum, was staying with him at the time and called me in a panic. My daughter and I drove as quickly as possible and the three of us were present while EMTs tried unsuccessfully to save his life. To say I have large feelings on the event would be an epic understatement.

I'll save talking about the impacts from that day for other posts. What is relevant to what I want to say today is what was on his computer screen at the moment of his death:

"The pain in my jaw and chest is so bad I barely slept last night. I've done some research and am sure that I have TMJ. This is a nightmare. The f-ing medical system is an expensive joke designed to suck our money out. "

There were several friends sympathizing with his pain and agreeing that medical care was too inconvenient and expensive. Which he responded to with...

"I'm glad I took those EMT classes or I would right now be wasting thousands of dollars on going to the hospital thinking I was having a heart attack or stroke."

That was three hours before his death and as far as I can tell the last thing he said to anyone. From the autopsy he'd been having a heart attack for an extended period of time. From what I've read he might have survived if he'd gotten treatment right away. Those are the facts as I know them. Now here is what I have to say after months of grief, anger, and frustration.

What the F*C%!

If you even think you are having a medical emergency, don't stall or let money concerns stop you from calling 911. Our country has laws for emergency rooms that mean they can't turn you away. Your continued life is worth risking having a debt you might not be able to pay. This is especially important if you have family or children who will be devastated by your death.

Ok I'll admit, I became his ex-wife for many, many reasons so take what I'm going to say with a grain of salt. His last post was frustrating but that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was extremely active on social media advocating for trans/gay rights, socialism, and homeless rights. On the surface all of those seem like positive things but what I'm really struggling with the fact that a man I once loved left behind a legacy of online hate and vitriol.

He was a troll. He would find people who opposed his views and go after them with personal and vicious attacks. Instead of posting the informed and well thought out arguments I know he was capable of he would stoop to name calling and petty insults. He saw it as his mission to go after anyone not on the extreme left with the same tactics as people on the extreme right use only in reverse.

If you haven't guessed yet I don't agree that hate speech or attacks in any direction is productive. Differing opinions and values are an important part of our freedom as Americans. I do hate that in the sound bite society we live in basic human respect is often ignored in favor of shock value. My favorite quote from one of the smartest women I've ever heard speak is "When they go low, we go high."

In the online world it seems like everyone feels that they need to not only share their opinions but defend them with a vigor that can only be compared to ancient gladiators. The shelter that being behind a computer has brought out the worst in people and I really wish that before hitting 'send' that people might stop for a minute and ask, "What if these were my last words to the world?"

My children in their grief scoured social media to preserve anything they could of their father. Unfortunately, they were shocked by a lot of what they found. Because he didn't set his privacy settings on his posts or keep his more extreme activities off the public forums instead of being remembered as the intelligent educated man he was, his children looked back on his words and only saw the anger.

As an author my books will live on and while some of the characters may share my morals and views what I write is fiction. I don't want this to be all that is known about me. This blog is going to be about the woman behind the words, not the perfect image that most people put on social media but the gritty truth. I'm going to write about my struggles and thoughts from the past, present and eventual future. One day I hope my kids will read this and understand who I am and be proud.

Disclaimer:

If you found this by searching specifically for me your internet-fu is strong or the AI searching gods are scary

Yes, this is the blog of the author Ann Jensen

No, this will not be curated content about releases or what I'm working on (www.annjensenwrites.com has that stuff)

This Blog is my therapy and a journal of my rants/raves/realizations about life.

Read/enjoy/hate at your own risk because it's not for you it's for me.

If you go back and read my old posts, you will be very confused by this content because I haven't posted in years (I forgot I had an account).

Why not start a new blog you ask?

Because I'm Lazy

I don't want to lose the old content (It makes me nostalgic)

This post is a new beginning for me on this platform. I plan to tell stories from my life, share some lessons I've learned and hopefully work out some pent-up anger and grief.

[cryingcowplants]

reblogging because it never changed

I'm very much aware of what I did. But I'm not gonna pretend or hide the fact that I wasn't incredibly hurt by what was said about me. Especially the "someone with a story that nobody reads"

Nobody even said, "hey that's not poggers" or "we all started somewhere" or "she doesn't wanna spend her money on fancy editing tools like Photoshop and doesn't consider simblr to be a priority or major part of her day"

Even my so called "friends" did virtually nothing or participated in the drag. Not the constructive kind of drag, the "story that nobody reads" and other insults kinda drag.

Honestly fuck that community and fuck that discord. I left and repented on my mistakes. What did they do? Ignore it? I would've banned them if I was the mod.

I could've easily doubled down on my behavior or worse, stoop to their level. Do you know how easy it is to type, "you have ugly ass sims and an ugly ass personality to match"

It's a shame that the people talking about me on Discord are older or the same age as me. If I could remember or go back and look at the names of the people I'm referring to I'd definitely do it.

And one more thing, as far as I know, none of us are being paid the big bucks to run a simblr

The Toxicity of Royal Simblr

alright guys. I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t have to make a post about this or that it would just go away. But, I’m seeing now that this is not the case. As the owner of the Royal Discord Community, I along with others in the community feel like this behind the scenes toxic behavior needs to be addressed because it’s been going on for a while now and a lot of people have been affected.

Please note that the intention is to bring attention to some of the toxic behaviors shown here so those involved will not continue further. We’ve blocked names of some people in the following screenshots to remove their identity as this is not about he said/she said stuff. It’s about bringing light to something that’s been affecting all of us.

This is a long post so be prepared to do some reading if you continue on. The following screenshots were provided to me because I took over the Royal Discord once the previous admins no longer wanted it. The rest is under the cut.

Keep reading

[iicheeze]

How to live a normal high school life while also being kind to people Guide 101 ♡

⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS GUIDE IS SUPPOSEDLY TO LIVE A NORMAL HIGH SCHOOL LIFE, NOT ATTRACT A POTENTIAL LOVESICK PERSON STALKING YOU JUST BECAUSE OF ONE SIMPLE ACT OF KINDNESS!

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, and murder.

pairing: Yandere Dainsleif x Gender Neutral Reader

This is an inspiration to the game The HappyHills Homicide.

Step 1 : Do NOT stand out, do not socialize or interact with popular students. Do not dress up differently than the others. Do not act as if you're a headless chicken. If so, you will attract attention.

You've always wanted to live a normal high school life. Just a few friends, some homeworks here and there, and not attracting attention. Middle school hit you HARD. So you basically crave not getting attention.

Step 2 : Do not be afraid to socialize as well. Remember, you're trying to live a normal high school life. Being alone will also potentially attract attention. You don't want to be called the quiet kid, do you?

It's day four in your first week of high school, and congrats! You got yourself a friend. Her name is Xiangling. She's very passionate about cooking, though, she could be a little handful at times. But she's a very good friend other than that! (Plus, her cookings taste delicious. But, we don't include that.)

Step 3 : Remember, be kind to others. Whether they deserve it, or not. You don't wanna stoop to their level. Assert dominance by being fair. And by fair, I mean kind.

It's now week three of your high school, and you noticed an.. outcast? Of some sort. You heard that he was from a dirty land, and has a weird mask on his left eye. Saying that he doesn't deserve anything good coming to him. All you hear about him are just mocks and insults. You couldn't help but be sorry for him.

Step 4 : Do NOT befriend the outcast of your school. That will instantly put a spotlight on your head. Obviously you'll become a source of attention, and not a very good one either. After all, they ARE the outcast for a reason.

“ H - Hi! I noticed that you always come here at lunch time. AND- AND! In case you're wondering, I'm not here to mock you. I'm just wondering if you need a little company. You've.. always seemed lonely. ”

Step 5 : Remember to raise your hand at times in class so you don't get targeted by teachers. Don't answer too many questions, though. Otherwise your class will view you as the smart kid, when in reality, you're just paying attention to the teacher's explanations.

“ Hey, Dain! Do you know the answer to this one? I uhm.. Answered a question like this in class but I forgot.. ” You scratched the back of your head, sweat dropping. “ It's 46. ” Dain responded, not bothering too nervous to look at you. “ Oh, right! Thanks! You're always so smart, next time, I'll be the one answering the question you don't know the answer to! ”

Step 6 : In any way possible, avoid to get one of the important roles in any high school event. Just be a bystander. You're living a normal high school life, not an attention deprived high school life.

“ Dain! Do you um.. Maybe want to go to prom with me? Xiangling's too busy to come and.. I don't wanna go to prom alone. ” Seriously? You're asking him to prom? Him? The outcast? “ I'm.. sorry. But I'll have to decline. ” A frown then appeared at your face, disappointed. “ I'm not fond of attention. But.. We could maybe dance.. At my place. If you insist. ” Looks like you're getting the dance, just not at school grounds.

If you're doing this guide correctly. Congratulations! You now have yourself a normal, average high school life! Free from any kinds of attention! If you aren't, clearly you did at least one step wrong. Oh well, can't reverse it now.

Dainsleif already knew what he was gonna get into. He knew that he's always gonna be the outcast, no matter how many times he transferred to another school. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. If he's getting educated, then it's better than nothing.

But then, you appeared. It was a bright, hopeful light in his dark, twisted world. But he doesn't know what kind of a person you are. He has met many, many people. Obviously you're just gonna stab him in the back, make up some stupid, untruthful rumors about him.

But you didn't, he even stalked observed you. Yet, you didn't do anything his mind imagined. You were just a kind, pure soul. Untainted from the ugly, dirty world he belongs.

Yet, he wonders. Why? Why are you giving him your kindness? Your time? Your warmth? He believes that he is a stained, dirty soul. He was born in a dirty land, after all. So why?

He couldn't take it. He really can't. You felt like a drug to him. Each time he spent his time with you, each food he shared together with you, each touch he shared with you. It felt like ecstasy. So addicting, so joyful. So warm.

He couldn't help but feel the need to protect you. The world could destroy your fragile soul so easily. It went to the point where he felt like it's not a want anymore. It's a need. He has to protect you. He will protect you.

After all, that's what he's doing when he's burning one of the jocks in his school that was bothering you to help him. He's protecting you. It's alright, right?

After all, it's necessary for him to shoot the teacher who's always done nothing but give him false information as ‘ proper education ’ with a crossbow multiple times to his body as he begs for mercy. He's protecting you, you could've been the teacher's next victim if he transferred to another school.

Even though he used to feel dirty, to have blood on his hands. He doesn't, not anymore. Not when you gave him your sweet smile. Not when you embrace him to a hug. Not when you spend time with him, not caring for a single thing in the world. Just him and you. Just him and you. Just him. And you.

He made a promise to himself to get rid of anyone in his way just to finally be with his beloved.

“ Soon. ” Dainsleif muttered, wiping the fingerprints off the machete his classmate owned. Not bothering to clean the blood off the same machete. “ We'll be together soon, my love. ”

“ Once I finish repenting from my ‘ sins’ .. Only then will I be worthy to be seen as your partner. ” A sick, twisted smile came into the view. As he finally finishes the bloody writing on the wall.

‘ I AM RETRIBUTION. ’

Author's Note: I like HappyHills Homicide ^^

[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language

Multiple Chapters

Previous Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Then fistfight your sweet ol' granny! Maybe steal your beloved pet...

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Translation of Asshai'i and High Valyrian can be found down below again. Fair warning, I've got no idea if the stuff in HV are accurate or if they make any sense. Also, the pyramantulas DO NOT belong to the world of HotD/GoT. They're something I came up with some time ago and decided to include them out of the blue. You'll find some info on them down below.

Alicent Hightower stared at her son and his betrothed as they walked through the gardens of the Red Keep, hand in hand. The two seemed to be madly in love. They kept stealing glances at eachother, shamelessly laughing at whatever it was they were talking about.

"I'm perplexed, Larys... I've never seen him like this before." She stared down through the window, her eyes never leaving the couple. "Just... look at him."

"The Prince is young, your Grace." The Clubfoot looked her up and down." It's only natural."

"No. Not to him. There's something about her, this..."

She'd never consciously allowed herself to stoop down low enough to the point of having to resort to insults. The Queen had more dignity than that. As unusual and irritating Prince Aemond's behavior was, lady Vessard had done nothing to deserve Alicent's distrust. And yet...

"Did you find anything?"

"Both yes and no, your Grace. From what I have heard, this fair lady is well-known in all corners of the world, yet no one has even the slightest idea who she is. Some call her Thorok Ainū. The Almighty Lightbringer. Others, however, call her by a different name. One that suggests the darkness always follows close behind the light..."

"Ma'andraga" She repeated once more.

"Mandrag-a?" The Prince offered, struggling to pronounce the word.

"Close, but no." Rebonna laughed unabashedly. Aemond gulped as the sound reached hie ears, almost swallowing his tongue in the process. The woman laughed even harder, this time for a different reason.

In all honesty, it was quite amusing. The prince acted like a hyperactive pup, overjoyed at the sight of his owner.

"Ma'andraga" Aemond got it right this time. The woman nodded in approval. "Ono onqotath ath vellar."

The prince was completely lost. Some of what she had just said sounded familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"One..."

"...that walks the sky." She finished for him. "We prefer speaking in riddles."

"Oh, I see."

"You will learn with time, do not worry."

"Nyke hae naejot sepār rȳbagon ao ȳdragon sȳrkta" Aemond admitted.

"Yn jaelan naejot ȳdragon lēda ñuha valzȳrys isse ñuha own udrir..."

"You speak High Valyrian?" The prince had come to halt. Hearing his betrothed answer in the language of Old Valyria made him swallow thickly as he tried to hide his arousal.

"As well as Bastard Valyrian, Dothraki, Quartheen and a few more..." Rebonna replied with a proud smirk. "Ivestragī jikagon..."

She tugged at him, now leading the prince out of the gardens.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't see it fit for a prince to skip his training sessions. So we'll go train."

They went out of sight, leaving the Queen to stare at where they once stood. After coming back to her senses, Alicent shut the window closed, the metal bars shaking and clattering as the hinges screamed for mercy. She looked at the Master of Whispers.

"Find. More."

Larys leaned onto his cane, the weight of his body falling on his good foot.

"As my Queen commands..."

"Wouldn't you like a weapon, my lady?"

"Do not worry about me, my Prince. I'll manage."

Ser Criston stood off to the side, watching as his student hesitantly lowered his weapon to the middle of his body. Prince Aemond was now in a Pflug stance, his left leg extended back, the sword he held pointing at his beloved's chest.

Cole's eyes turned to the woman. She stood a few feet away from her opponent, calm as a lake. Her hands were neatly folded behind her back, two black eyes staring up at the sky. Then they went back down. Then they met his. She winked at the knight with a smug look on her face. One that screamed "Watch me make a fool out of your student. And of you- his teacher."

Few moments ago the Kingsguard thought of her as a reckless woman that would mkst certainly yelp in horror at the first swing of the prince's sword. But now he knew. There, in the middle of the training grounds, stood a skilled warrior. One that had seen battle before. One that was ready to kill.

"Don't be shy now..." Rebonna teased. "I'm right here, just a few steps away."

"My lady, it's not too late to surrender. I do not wish to harm you." Aemond responded, cocky smirk on his face.

The Vessard had been planning on letting him off easy, up untill the moment those words left his mouth. She smiled at her betrothed. The voice inside her head yelled at her to cut the prince's head clean off.

"We'll see..." She nodded, signaling to Aemond that the first move was his.

The Targaryen wasted no time. He strode over to her. The tip of his sword was almost touching her. Then she dissappeared.

"Miss."

He looked to his left. She looked as if she'd never moved an inch, her hands still folded behind her back.

Aemond swung. And missed. His sword went through the air, the force of the blow almost tipping him to the side.

"Another miss."

His eye found hers once again. His brows furrowed. Aemond lowered his sword.

"You give up so easily?"

The prince smirked as he swung again.He'd sure get her this time, she wouldn't be able to react in time. And yet, his sword made no contact once more.

"Ser Cole...Would you care to join us?" Aemond heard her voice coming from behind him this time. Then came a blow to the back of his legs. The Prince fell to his knees. One of her hands wrapped around his neck before he could kiss the ground goodnight. "Ser Cole?"

Criston was staring at the two in shock, mouth wide open. She was so damn fast, his eyes could barely see her as she moved. And that kick... It came to him- that kick was her holding back.

"Pick your jaw from the floor." Her hand found its way back behind her. "Join us."

The lady wasn't asking. That was a command. The soldier inside of Cole answered.

He unsheathed his sword, the blade hissing in response. The knight circled around her, two black eyes following every move of his. Prince Aemond took the opportunity to rise back to his feet, his sword going up at the same time he did. The two men looked at eachother. Aemond nodded.

They had spent hours swinging at eachother. The knight had let him on all his secrets, all moves, all strategies. There was no need for words.

Criston engaged first. Swing after swing, none of which found their target. He was desperately trying to get her in a trap. But her moves were calculated, all of them well thought of.

They both thought her full attention had turned to the man in front of her when Aemond One-Eye made his way towards the two.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. He was right behind her, sword ready to swing at her head. If the hit were to land, it'd kill her on the spot.

"You don't move around quietly; you know that, right?"

She disappeared from sight once more. Aemond lost his balance again. He took Criston along on his way down to the dirt.

"It's your eyes, boys. They're the ones shouting the truth, while the rest of you is telling lies." A deep voice came out from above.

"Unfortunately for you, this one has good hearing." The stranger's hand had turned to point at the young woman that stood next to him.

Beliz and Rebonna enveloped in a tight hug, both laughing. Ser Criston got back up, hand extending out to his prince. Aemond was too busy staring up at the stranger, his eye trailing over the two strong arms that now held his woman. He smacked the knight's hand away, quickly forgetting about his weapon that now laid on the ground.

"Morgon salen, it is good to see you back this soon." The two let go of eachother. "Aeth tha ukasire esinax suidos issa..."

Rebonna was now holding the stranger's hands in hers, just as she'd done with Aemond's earlier that day. The prince felt a lump find home in his throat as he took in her sorrowful expression. It made him want to tear the man in pieces for ever daring to cause such distress to her.

"I apologize, thamar ēdas yeni othok..."

"Nonsense! You could never do such a thing!" The sad look had dissappeared from her eyes. She was shaking the strange man's hands, trying to reassure him. Beliz smiled, two rows of sharp, white teeth showing between his lips.

"Oh, how rude of me!" Rebonna suddenly turned to face the prince and the knight of the Kingsguard. Beliz snorted quietly. It didn't go unnoticed by Aemond. "My Prince, Ser Criston, this is Beliz. A dear friend of mine."

"Beliz...?" The silver haired man trailed off, his sharp jaw clenching as he sized up the stranger.

"Just Beliz. It's a pleasure, my Prince!" The man extended his arm out, enormous palm held wide open. Now that he'd turned to face him, Aemond could finally take a good look. He recognized him almost immediately. He was one of the twelve that had escorted the lady to the feast. One of the twelve that could dissappear into thin air.

Rebonna huffed, trying not to laugh at the prince's confused stare. She knew perfectly well what Beliz was doing, but couldn't be bothered to stop him. Her shadows loved toying with people. She did too.

"Well, we best go." Lady Vessard's voice shot out, her foot tapping happily. "My Prince, Ser Criston!"

Rebonna was already dragging Beliz towards the Red Keep by the time Aemond realized the two were walking away. As his eye followed the them, the prince noticed eleven other strangers standing close to the steps that led into the castle. They were all staring him down, only stopping once their master had reached them. Their blank faces twisted into wicked smiles as they turned their backs to him.

"Let us continue, my Prince. It would seem both of us could use some more training." Ser Criston let out bitterly.

"Where to now?"

"Enek, trust me, if I knew I'd tell you..."

"Sothoryos?" The bearded man that stood closest to the doors of the lady's chambers asked, his scarred hand resting on the door handle. The injury to his neck had been so severe, it had damaged his vocal cords to the point where not even Rebonna could help him. What was left of his once strong, booming voice was nothing more than a ghost. A shadow.

"Fuck, forgot about that cursed place..." Rebonna ran her delicate fingers through the locks of black hair that covered her head.

"Abdin is right, the Sothoryi might know something, considering all the beasts that dwell there... It's worth the try." Mala said.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Fine,fine.Sothoryos it is then. But..." Rebonna pointed at Liora and Firoll, eyes squinting as she shook her finger at them "...no white bats, no basilisks and absolutely no pyramantulas* !"

"Let's not forget blood worms" Beliz added.

"That too! Bring nothing back, those poor beasts don't belong here. I'd also like to believe you two have learned by now that they do not wish to be plucked out of their lands either!"

On their last visit to Sothoryos, during the Second Ghiscari War, Liora and Firoll had gotten so drunk, the two fell into a drunken stupor. Without anyone noticing, they escaped into the Green Hell, stumbling over their feet. They returned two days later, bite marks covering them from head to toe, each holding a white vampire bat, the size of a large dog, in their arms. The creatures were scared to death, biting at their captors' fingers with whatever was left of their power.

Next was the six-legged basilisks they had "stumbled upon" in a cave during their visit to the Basilisks Isles. This fearsome beast had fought bravely, tearing Liora's face open with its spiked tail. Firoll had almost lost an eye trying to catch it. Fortunately for all, the basilisk had decided it had dealt enough damage to the two imbeciles, and fled the scene.

Last came the horde of pyramantulas. The two cretins had tried to corner a baby pyramantula with the intent of bringing it back to Asshai. They did not even notice the rest of the family watching from above them. Not long after they sprinted past camp, screaming at the others to run as the hundreds of fire arachnids followed close behind. They lost all they'd brought to Sothoryos that day, all their possessions burning in the fire the giant spiders left behind.

"If it were possible, I'd kill you two right where you're standing..." Rebonna said to them on that night, the light from the flames bouncing off of her pale skin.

"If only..." The nine other shadows grumbled.

"Have us stay here then, with you. We'll be of no help there."

"Yeah, we'd probably just cause more harm than anything" Liora said, his eyes pleading. Rebonna had always had a soft spot for him. They all knew it. "Please, I want to walk the streets of this good-for-nothing town once more... I want to visit the place where my home once stood."

"You lazy bastards..." Their master muttered. "Fine, you're staying."

The cracked skin around the Westerosi's eyes wrinkled as much as it would allow, his dry lips twisting in a smile. Another win.

He flopped down next to the lady and wrapped his left hand around her shoulders.

"Thank you, my love. I promise, we'd be on our best behavior."

"Sure,sure...if I didn't know you so well, I might have actually believed you."

"It's decided then? We're going to Sothoryos?" Beliz asked.

Rebonna nodded in agreement.

"Āeksio salen!" The men said before they dissappeared once more.

"Rhae...othok kae nesat īa mazaro vala możgon?"

"You two go, Firoll. I can't, the King is hosting a feast later this evening. My..." The next couple of words came out as a hiss "betrothed and I have decided on a date for our wedding ceremony."

Firoll shook his head as him and Liora headed for the door.

"Try not to kill him before the bedding ceremony." Liora snickered, his split tongue flickering over his lower lip. Firoll pushed him out of the room and turned to look at her once more, shoulders shrugging and an apologetic look on his face.

Viserys reached for his cup once more. His friend had always had the awful habit of arriving late to such events. Unfortunately, it seemed like her ways were rubbing off on the young prince. Neither one of them was present, leaving the King of Westeros to deal with the Queen on his own.

Alicent was fuming. They'd been waiting for an hour now. Neither her son, nor his betrothed were anywhere to be found.

"This is the second time. And now Aemond is gone too..." She cracked her knuckles under the table. "Aegon, where is your brother?"

"How should I know? I haven't seen him at all today." Aegon responded, not even bothering to look at his mother as he spoke. His eyes were trained on the decanter in front of him. As he reached out for it, the Queen stood up. She slapped his hand away.

"You've had more than enough for one night. Get ahold of yourself, it's enough that I have to see you in this condition all the time, but that woman might walk in any second now."

"Alicent..." Viserys tried to stop her, failing miserably.

"I will not have you make a fool out of me in front of strangers..."

The doors swung open. Alicent closed her mouth, her eyes going from one son to the other. Aemond walked into to room with lady Vessard on his right.

"Ah, Rebonna!" Viserys laughed. "Always fashionably late!"

" 'Twas my fault, father. Do not put the blame on my betrothed."

"No need, my Prince. Your father knows me well..."

What he'd just done surprised her, even though she would never admit it. It was a simple lie, yes, but he was willing to take the blame off of her and carry it on his shoulders himself. She wondered how far his devotion for her would stretch to. Would he still be at her side, once her plans were revealed?

"Don't just stand there! Please, take a seat!" The Queen's words pulled Rebonna away from her thoughts. "You must be tired after all that training!"

Aemond nodded at his mother in a curt manner, a warning for the Queen to not push her luck. It made her feel uneasy. Her darling, perfect boy was treating her like she was no one, all to protect the stranger that held onto his hand.

"Your mother is right, boy. Sit, sit!" The King ushered, hand waving at Rebonna.

"My lady..." Aemond finally said as he pulled her chair back.

Rebonna smiled as she sat down, her eyes never leaving the Queen. The corners of her mouth twitched lightly as she turned to face at her future sister-in-law and her husband.

"Princess Helaena! Prince Aegon! I apologize, we must have lost track of time!"

Aegon choked on his drink. Alicent glared at him, trying her hardest not to reach across the table and slap him.

"There is no need, sister." The sweet girl that sat on her right said. "I trust your stay at the capital has been pleasant so far?"

Oh, Rebonna had heard all about the brigh-minded girl, long before she'd even met her. To the rest of the world, the princess was a strange being. Her interests did not meet those a proper lady should have. She'd always been fascinated with insects, her curious eyes watching them as they crawled around her hands freely. That wasn't the most interesting thing about her though, no. Not long after she'd learned how to talk, the princess had started muttering cryptic messages under her breath. To most, those were just empty words, spilled out with no thought behind them. She'd been just a child and as many know, children always blabber about something. But Helaena was now a grown woman.

Rebonna had recognized it almost immediately after the tales of the strange princess reached her ears. She was a dreamer. Not a particularly strong one, for which the girl had no fault. The prophecies always came to her in the form of riddles,but still... A living Targaryen Dreamer. Unfortunately, most of what she said fell on deaf ears...

"More than I could describe, my Princess!"

"Are you and my brother getting along? That is quite important for a marriage, you know?"

Rebonna had also heard of the way the princess' older brother and husband- Aegon, had been treating her and their children. The Prince neglected her, only ever coming to Helaena when their mother pointed out that his wife is still not with child, two moons after the wedding. He did his duty. Then left her be once more.

"I'd like to think that we are, Princess." Her gaze softened as she replied.

"On the topic of marriage..." Prince Aegon desperately tried to turn the attention of the room away from him and his sister-wife. "...have you two decided when the ceremony will take place!"

"In a fortnight, brother." Aemond said, dragging every word out.

"A toast then!" The King's voice rang through the room. He got up slowly, Alicent following right after.

Helaena and Rebonna stood up at the same time, leaving the two brothers to stare at eachother. The silver haired girl wrapped her left hand around the one of the taller woman that sat beside her, her right one reaching for her cup. She turned to face her with a warm, trusting smile.

"To my son Aemond..." Viserys pointed to him with his cup, then turned to her. "...and lady Vessard! Today we wish you happiness. May the Gods protect you from the storm, from pain and illness, from hardships. May they grant you with passion and ardor! Let your love last forever, and be longer than the last sunset!"

Without even realizing it, Rebonna had turned to face Aemond. He was already looking at her.

"Hear! Hear!" The Prince said, the edge of his cup pressing to his soft lips.

*pyramantulas- giant fire spiders, native to the unexplored parts of Sothoryos. Pyramantulas are not venomous. Their bodies are covered in thick hair. Pyramantulas differ by size and shape. The most common ones are red, followed by orange, yellow and white, which is considered the rarest. The smallest adult pyra on record stood 4 meters(13 feet) above the ground. Largest one- 10 meters(32 feet). Females are larger than males. They're not aggressive and usually hide from other beasts and humans. Pyramantulas are carnivores. They hunt in packs. Average speed is 40km/h (24m/h). They live in colonies, smallest one on record had well over 500 hundred members. Said to be able to understand human speech, but not confirmed. When the pyras feel threatened or in the rare occasions of them fighting amongst eachother for dominance, their bodies burst into flames. Cannot be tamed.

*Translation of Asshai'i and High Valyrian down below*

A: I'd rather just listen to you talk.

R:I want to talk with my husband in my own language, if you don't mind.

R: Let's go...

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R to B: Old friend, it is good to see you back this soon. I wish it was under different circumstances.

B: I apologize, we have failed you...

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Shadows to R: Master!

F to R&L: So...you two wanna go grab a drink?

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?❞ ─ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

well, you may not like it but you better learn how

cause it's your turn now

❥ content ; gn reader, the company, crack fic, reader is from this gen, a bit of flirting but overall everything is platonic

❥ warnings ; language, somewhat lewd humor

❥ synopsis ; you have a strange sense of humor and it's hard for the company to keep up with what you say, so you explain yourself and teach them a bit of gen z slang 😎

❥ a/n ; this is literally just a stupid crack fic with my dumb sense of humor but yeah. if u wanna be added to my tag list, dm me!

It started off with a few.. creative insults, thrown here and there.

"Y/N, I am the leader of this quest, and you will not talk to me like that!"

"Or what? Cry me a fucking river."

"You best quiet down now if you know what's good for you."

"If you want me to shut up, maybe stop coming up with stupid things for me to comment on, you lumberjack lookin hillbilly."

"Who's Billy?" a voice in the back would say.

Despite any sort of consequences that may come, you just would never bite on your tongue. If you had something to say, it came easily.

"And just so you know, I'm not only insulting you, I'm insulting your whole family, you dense walnut."

"What in Mahal's name did they just say..?"

One way to get you going was if someone instigated an argument or annoyed you, that someone being mostly Thorin.

"Oh, power down, sass robot, and pull your head out of your ass."

"Please, you're so small and bitter like an espresso."

"Nobody asked and nobody cares that you're salty about Elves who didn't do shit to you. Your little Dwarvish cult isn't any better."

"Look, I get that you're short and stubby and you can barely contain your anger in that body of yours, but you are fr losing your gorilla grip on reality and you need to snap out of it."

"Go touch some grass lmao."

At some point, Thorin, who also had a large vocabulary, fired a shot at you, causing your blood to just about boil over.

It took Fili and Kili to hold you back from pouncing on Thorin and ripping his smug face to shreds.

"Y/N! Don't stoop to his level!"

"You're right, I'm going under it, muthafuka!"

Your colorful language wasn't just used in arguments, but in every day life, which honestly added spice and humor to The Company.

"Welp, the Orcs aren't far behind. Let's skedaddle!"

"Let's what now?!"

"VAMOOSE. SKEDADDLE. S C R A M. Orrrr dip, if you will."

"DIP???%+#!$!#("

Fili and Kili would just about short circut trying to understand what the hell it is you were saying, since they would hang out with you the most.

But that didn't mean the rest of the Dwarves weren't subjected to your 'eccentric' personality, as they would call it, and brain rotting words.

"Well, shit, at least you'll die doing what you love." You pat Gloin on the shoulder. "Say hi to Satan for me."

"????? If I die, I am haunting you first."

Gloin did not die and spent the rest of the day silently questioning who was Satan.

At one point, you were captured by the Mirkwood Elves and introduced to Thranduil.

"Yoooo? Elsa?"

"Mister Sir, I'm sorry, but walking around with eyebrows like that should be a punishable offense. Mf lookin like you stole someone's moustache."

"Oh - now I feel bad- SIKE!"

"Whoa now, I know you're old n all but don't have an aneurysm, that's not very girlboss of you."

After roasting the poor old man, you ran into Thorin again.

"OH! So that's why you don't have eyebrows!"

He would only walk past you and quietly mutter to himself, "Foolish modern creature."

In another scenario, way before being captured and held in Mirkwood, you were instead, hanging out with much cooler Elves, and met Galadriel.

"So.. You listen to Girl in Red?"

After explaining what the phrase meant, Galadriel finally got it and was flattered. She didn't answer the question, though.

Those were only a few scenarios, of course. Let's bring it back to the present.

You were walking along some trail together, doing quest-y stuff as always. You were in the middle of the group beside Fili, Kili, and Ori, who asked you to explain certain words and slang you used frequently.

"... That's... interesting," Kili trailed off mindlessly.

".. You have no idea what I'm even saying, do y-"

"Not a clue."

...

"... Y/N, what's a 'tiddie'?"

You let out a breathy laugh.

"It's another word for a woman's breasts. Or a man's. Whichever."

"Oh! So does that mean I have tiddies?" Ori asked joyfully, looking like a kid in a candy store.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, Ori."

"What about 'mamas'?"

"It's mostly used if you wanna flirt with someone. But it's also used ironically because it's really kinda stupid."

"So when you say 'ayo mamas' to Kili, you're not actually flirting?"

You narrowed your eyes, kinda giving Fili a wtf look.

"No???"

Kili put a hand over his heart. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special."

"Oh, grow up," you laughed, playfully shoving him.

Fast forward to nightfall, you were forced to stop set up camp early due to some issues. The night only got worse when The Company couldn't seem to find enough wood to fuel a fire.

"Bruh moment."

"Quiet, Y/N, and help us look."

"I'm looking and there's still no firewood in sight, you fucking piss baby."

Thorin now had his full attention on you.

"Quit it with all this nonesense! What in Middle Earth is a piss baby?"

"I don't know, man! I just say shit to cope with stressful situations and the fact that I exist and I am in this bitch and there's nothing I can do about it!"

Thorin only blinked, looking at you stunned, and then returned to his work.

Eventually, firewood was found, and you all could finally make some food and lay out your bed rolls near the heat.

"I told y'all this manifesting stuff works," you joked to Bilbo, who was in line with you to get some of Bombur's stew.

"Do you think we could manifest ourselves to Erebor?" The Hobbit asked innocently. You laughed.

"Already on it."

You walked over to the 'li brothers' and sat with them after getting your food.

"Hey, Y/N, how do you say it again? This shit is bussin?"

You almost choked on the hot stew, and gave Fili a thumbs up.

"Oh, please don't corrupt my nephews," Thorin mumbled as he passed by, overhearing your conversation.

"Too late, shawty!" Fili called after his uncle.

Kili joined in. "Hey uncle! You look very pog today!"

Too tired to even respond to his nephews' childish antics, he again, whispered to himself, "Those two are going to be princes. Mahal, save us."

[sytokun]

You must feel cute, going out of your way to fabricate this insane vendetta Canonseeker supposedly has with you when in reality you folks have spent years stalking, threatening, and even doxxing him. Why? Because it's easier to get attention this way than by actually making your 'au'?

Not Canonseeker still thinking they're the victim after impersonating me online and butchering my artwork for a childish callout video.

Not Canonseeker still talking about themselves in third person like they're some concerned citizen, when everyone already knows it's them and they just look like a lunatic talking to themselves.

Not Canonseeker still infesting my anonymous asks after very unambiguous, targeted slander and harassment against me.

Not Canonseeker deliberately using fake identities to fish for new RWBY Discord servers to join after being banned by multiple servers one after another, but still pretending they're not the problem.

Not Canonseeker going up to random unsuspecting fans and asking them to their face for Discord invites, continuing to evade bans and abusing these fake identities to LIE to fans who don't know any better.

Not Canonseeker pretending like they're not the one who was banned from r/RWBY on Reddit and made another dummy account called u/KreiaSensei and brazenly posting in a community they got kicked out of, and then has the gall to pretend that "Oh, it's some random """girl""" that posted it who got targeted by the evil critics" when they were all posts from a known banned member and 30something white man pretending to be a girl.

I'll also add that as of writing, the r/RWBY mods still have not banned this account even knowing perfectly well this is Canonseeker. Anytime someone posts calling out their real identity, the post is immediately locked to silence any further discussion, while Eren continues on their merry way to make more posts and be a walking insult to the moderation team. The reason typically cited is "to prevent witch hunting".

Lads, it's a witch hunt if the person is innocent and unfairly targeted. If the person is an actual decrepit witch running around the village burning your crops and stealing peoples' faces, then I think the pitchforks and holy water are a pretty warranted response, especially when you've already banned this bozo before.

Where's that apology, Eren? Where's your written, public apology after making a video impersonating me? Instead, you come into my inbox again like a hopeless parasite and saying I'm in the wrong? You're the same type of reprobate manchild Elon is - unable to take any heat and will burn everything around them before admitting their own faults - just shit of a different smell.

Your mother would be embarrassed if she knew who you actually are. Knowing this is the child she raised, in their 30s and already a capable working adult but would stoop to doctoring Discord screenshots to get back at someone who's rightfully fought back against the little slice of canonseeking hell her child has raised.

I would LOVE to continue working on my AU, Eren. Too bad I have you to deal with. Too bad I have to deal with you taking my artwork and mangling them without my permission. Too bad I have to deal with you spreading lies about me, too bad I have to constantly watch out for your fake accounts knowing you will continue spreading lies about me and my projects under different names and faces.

Where's that apology, Eren? Are you going to make your video private like a coward, or are you going to act your age and confront me about what you've done, instead of hiding behind yet another anonymous ask and making up fictional conversations with me - just so you have someone to talk to that you feel remotely superior to, when your actual dynamic with others is being a sycophant after strangers so you can get the crumbs of a Discord invite? What flavour of pathetic are you going to be today?

Send that anon ask, Eren. Like Pavlov's dog hearing the irresistible ring of the self-degradation bell. Keep doing that - the more stupid things you do, the more you immortalise proof of who you are, the more people will know who you are, and the closer the fandom is to being finally, unanimously sick of your existence, until there's no one left who doesn't know what a nuisance you are. It's not a matter of if, but when, Eren.

All of us in the RWBY fandom as your current and future victims recommend you get up and leave this fandom before that happens. You are a literal cancer on this and any community you touch, and I'm glad you made that stupid video, because it gave solid proof of just how pathetic you are for all the world to see. Hide it all you want, you can never erase the damage you've done, to this fandom and yourself.

Anyway, I can't wait for the day you grow a brain cell and leave the internet for good so I can ship Qrow and Summer in peace, while your self-insert character Taiyang is only known for making dad jokes and being associated with you. I could not have asked for a worse fate for a RWBY character. Bye, worstie~

[minisugakoobies]

I don't like you giving this person attention but I really do feel compelled to say something on this.

It seems as though Anon is upset with the choices you're making for your fic, in particular, the inclusion of Jin. I don't want to ask a rhetorical question and keep this discussion going on but Jin has been mentioned from the beginning. Sunny's works have been sex positive from the beginning. Her style hasn't changed.

Anon, you really do have the option to not read or follow her or her fic. By expressing your distaste for her writing (and audience), there are no benefits. If you really felt the need to put your thoughts into writing, you didn't need to send it to her and insult her or her audience. There is no customer service here when it comes to personal taste. Had there then an issue of a triggering topic not being listed in the warning, then that would be more understanding as to why you're upset.

People read fics for different reasons. I came for the plot and stayed for the writing. She has a Masterlist where you can read her style and openness to sex.

I refuse to stoop down to name calling and threatening but I ask, as a member of Paradise's audience, that this conversation ends. I wish you well in finding a fic that you love because I know how warming it can be as I've experienced it with Paradise and other writings by Sunny.

I'm going to let this be the last post about this because you summed it all up beautifully, Luce.

I can't tell you guys how much it means to me to have you all sending me these lovely messages and leaving comments and supporting me. Gonna get real cheesy and say I feel blessed. Ugh. Gross.

No one is ever under any obligation to read my stories. If you don't like what I've written, just move on. There's another story waiting to be read. 💕

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

Pairings : Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warnings : Mild Cussing

Word Count 3290

3rd Person's POV

" Hawks. I'll ask you Nicely ok? Can you Please Please keep your distance from That New hero in your agency? That Foxy bimbo bitch what's her name again? " Y/n ranted narrowing her eyes towards Keigo who was casually lounging down on the couch with an amused look on his face.

" Now now Little Dove, I can't avoid her if you don't even know her name. But if I must say it then... Hmm" Keigo's eyes gleamed mischievously at the female in front of him as he uttered a word that made y/n go red with anger .

" Enchantress? "

" Keigo. " Y/n gave him a stern look and he just laughed at her face like it was a joke.

" Listen Kid. Looks like you gotta have another reality check. I can't avoid her because.... " Keigo paused his eyes never leaving y/n's angered face.

" Because? " Y/n growled impatiently as she crossed her arms.

" 1. We're Not even dating but here you are acting like you're MY girlfriend when you're clearly you're.... Not. " Keigo chuckled and y/n who knew that it was a fact flinched; feeling as if a million bricks were dropped on top of her head. The way he said it was like a harsh blow to the gut but she kept her usual strong expression.

" 2. We're working under the same agency so getting paired up with her isn't avoidable... Plus as her hero name states... She is enchanting " Keigo's smirk only grew as y/n's face became flushed with anger. Her eyes burning up dangerously as she gave a venomous glare at Keigo.

" And last but not the least... 3. I'm not interested in a first year kid. So chances of the two of us of ever dating is a Big fat No. Plus I think Enchantress is a lot more prettier than the average and if you ask me... I'd go after adults like her than Kids like you so stop acting like we're---" Although Keigo's Tone was indeed playful and the smirk on his face made it even more clearer. His words stung like hell.

Y/n who was visiting their agency and went straight up to his office to complain had taken in the harsh damages and blows. Yes she may be a first year brat in U.A but was it really terrible to love someone older than her by a few years?.

Apparently she was a little naive in terms of love so when Keigo saved her when she was still in middle school she fell in love. Who wouldn't? He's got undeniable charms, a pretty face , a well sculptured figure but most of all. He made her feel safe and protected, setting she never felt before so when she finally began studying in U.A she decided to pursue Hawks so it was very common for her to come by the agency. Almost everyone knows who she is by now.

So this was the usual; but it was the first time she walked out on Keigo who was still Talking.

Because it was honestly too much. After she confessed to him and started pursuing him, Keigo decided to be a Jerk and gave her a very hard time. When she'd come over to give him lunch he'd purposely fly away and call her to deliver it to a specific place but when she gets there he calls her again to either say that she was taking too long and left or he had 'accidentally' gave the wrong address and he needs her to send it on this one instead.

And he keeps doing that everytime. He even went as far as to go to another town to have her chasing him like a madman. Yet her determination never faltered. Something Hawks had came to acknowledge her for.

He sends her on wild goose chases and one time he gave her 3 wrong addresses even though he was only sitting in his office the whole time.

And if people think his wings are sharp then his words are sharper. He may be sweet to the media or the other people outside but when talking to her, his words are venomous, sarcastic, and over all it's just rude and pretty painful to hear.

How y/n had managed to stand strong until now was a mystery and everyone in the agency had grew to respect her for this but also carrying a little hatred for Hawks who purposely plays with her.

Keigo who was left in his office was speechless, he blinked a few times and even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming and when he found out that he wasn't he gave out a sigh.

It was quiet, far too quiet. His mind drifted off to y/n who had stormed out of his office awhile ago. Yes he was very much aware of the cruel treatment he was giving her but that's only because he wanted to see how persistent this girl was with her love for him, he thought she'd give up within the second time but when she never did he grew even more intrested and began testing her a lot more than intended and when he found out that her affection for him was too strong.

He didn't know what to do and began running away like a coward. It was wrong in so many levels. She was younger than him not to mention she's still studying in U.A, His job isn't necessarily designed to have a normal life and finding love and making a family IS normal, and he might die one day and he didn't want her to carry the burden of losing him so it's better to make her hate him.

But boy was he wrong when she kept coming back stronger than before. She was already forcing her way in his heart that he became distressed with his emotions.

And poof, he suddenly realized that he loved her back.

Something about her allured him to no ends and curse his animalistic instincts when it comes to mates because as much as he hates to admit it, he had already acknowledged her as a Mate. HIS mate. He can't help but be greedy and possessive of her, and the the mighty knows how many nights he had to lock himself in, restrain himself while his self control was being brutally tested on ; because with one wrong move he may have already infiltrated U.A causing a security distress, Crashed inside her dorm room , fucking bred her like a feral animal and claimed her like the pretty little mate she was.

Everytime he sees her, his control weakens and he had to hit himself and punch his face multiple times literally to remind himself that she was still a goddamn minor and he can't have his way with her yet.

She's not making it any easier for him so he developed a bad habit of taking it out on her because if his words can't do the talking then he might as well jump her bones and have her screaming his name.

Keigo groaned as he planted his palm on his forehead.

He was beginning to feel anxious. Like something bad was about to happen; something he didn't like at all.

He turned on the T.V and started reading through a few papers works but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He jumped out the window and began feverishly looking for the h/c haired girl.

" Fuck me and my Fucking Hormones... God.... Kid what have you done to me? " He mumbled but it came out as a growl instead. He was agitated, frantic and nervous, he couldn't get her out of his head even if he'd hit his head on a fucking billboard.

His eyes darting to every direction he knew she would take to get here. As creepy as it may sound but he knows every single route she'd take to get to his agency including the transportation she'd take to get there every time.

After some time he finally spotted her after dashing and flying at jet speed throughout the city like a mentally deranged patient he had finally spotted her .

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he tried to regain his cool.

" Hey Kid" He yelled out once he was near enough and he got no answer.

Y/n had purposely ignored him. His words still rang inside her head and everytime she remembered. It made her heart clench in pain.

And when she heard her name being called out by the said Male . She wanted to turn around. hell she even wanted to run to him like a love sick little puppy but she can't let him see that she was crying.

So she ignored him and began walking at a faster pace.

" Oohh~ playing hard to get now aren't we? You know you gotta try harder. A little silent treatment isn't going to have me falling for you ya know" keigo casually stated with a hint of playfulness but he knew any better; he was desperate to have her attention back to him.

God, what did he do? Did she finally wake up and decided that she was sick of his bullshit treatment? Shit now what?.

After minutes of no answer Keigo began to feel frustrated and without thinking he landed behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. only to whirl her around to face him.

" Kid---"

Keigo froze after seeing here blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He did it this time and he felt like a full blown jerk for doing this... For hurting her.

Y/n avoided any form of eye contact and placed her eyes on anywhere but him, lips quivering in a mixture of anger and sadness. She looked like a mess.

But Keigo thought otherwise though, he felt so sick of himself. The face she was making, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, quivering lips. It had disgustingly turned him on even though the situation screamed otherwise. His thoughts began to drift into the dirtiest part of his mind wondering if this face would be the reward he'd get if he'd have her under him, sprawled all over his sheets, sweaty and needy for him while crying-- no begging for him to give her more while he rearranged her guts. Damn he really was Messed up in every possible way.

He wanted to slap himself for thinking that way but a part of him couldn't blame himself because ever since she started coming over he had been so pent up it was a miracle he hadn't fucked her on the spot. And he didn't even have the guts to fuck another woman because he already acknowledged her as a mate; HIS mate.

He swallowed hard before forcing himself to speak.

" What's this? Now you're giving me a Sad and Pity worthy face? If you're making me feel guilty then it's working. I didn't think you'd stoop this low th---"

" Takami leave me alone. I don't want to see you right now, if you came here to insult me even further then just Go. " Y/n cut him off, she was unable to bring herself from listening to another one of his remarkable insults again when the wound was still fresh.

Keigo paused as his once playful stare began to change into a more intimidating and stern look.

' Leave you Alone? After what you've done to me? Oh~ what a naughty baby bird... No Never.... I'll keep this in mind when I finally claim you, I'll punish you for ever thinking of leaving' those thoughts circulated through Keigo's head as he silently stood there. Staring at her.

Y/n who was unable to handle the pressure tried to yank herself away from his hold but he had a grisly grip on her shoulders and his gaze managed to intimidate her enough to stop moving.

" Listen.... Y/n---"

" Senior Hawks! " Keigo was cut off from speaking and to top it all up he was taken by surprise and his reflexes kicked in; pushing y/n away quite harshly.

Their gazes were flung to the left where Enchantress, the new Hero in their agency was running towards them with a devious smile.

Keigo groaned and y/n rolled her eyes after seeing the pink haired female make her way towards them.

" Hey " Keigo muttered but again; he was caught by surprise when Enchantress had wrapped her arms around his while smiling proudly at y/n.

" Who's This Senior? " She asked pointing at y/n but the look on her face made it obvious that she already knew who y/n was.

" She's y/n...a fan" Keigo's persona shifted in a heartbeat and was now wearing his natural and charming smile.

" Oh? She's a Fan? Well nice to meet you. I'm the new Hero Enchantress, Say... You have a pretty face " Enchantress smirked making y/n fight back a scowl.

" Thanks " As much as y/n wanted to drop all the pleasantries and Immediately move to the part where she's ripping of Enchantress's left boob.... She can't.

So she decided to keep it neutral and gave Enchantress a small nod and a smile.

" You have a pretty face... But... Senior if you were given a chance to pick, which one of us would you choose? I wonder" Enchantress cheered innocently but her question got Hawks cornered.

She was doing this on purpose; placing him in a situation where he'd most likely fuck up and judging by the looks the two females were giving him... He can't smooth talk his way outta this. Not this time.

" Of course.... I'd pick you-- " Keigo's eyes we're settled on y/n but he pulled his gaze away from her and towards enchantress. " Enchantress" Keigo finished and The look of triumph on The pink haired female's face was floor-bash worthy.

Y/n stood in place, for a moment there she had her hopes up. Keigo was cruel enough to pull that stunt on her; giving her false hope only to bring her down and rub it in her face.

" Or course you'd pick me, miss y/n is still a kid and she's... Take no Offense in this miss y/n but Senior Hawks is a bit... Hmmm... Out of your league?" Enchantress smirk grew wider and Hawks who was already lying through his teeth was still fighting his Pride for dominance.

With a sharp glare sent towards Enchantress who didn't seem to notice only scooted closer towards him.

" Oh, Really? Ok then "

Keigo blinked at how nonchalant and uncaring y/n's reply was. He was genuinely expecting her to explode like usual but this time it's different.

Y/n was fighting back the new batch of tears, heartbreak was a real pain in the ass. Couldn't he just put her down slowly? Why is he taking pleasure in hurting her this way? Now he's rubbing salt onto the wound.

In which area did she lack in? Her face? Body? Skill? Intelligence? Now that she thought about it, Enchantress tray lived up to her Hero name. She was perfect in every angle.... Perfect for Hawks. Enchantress had a nice body, a seductive face and y/n heard of the achievements done by the Female Hero.

She can't beat her even if she tried. She's mentally, physically and emotionally drained to even give a reaction. She'd just get hurt even more.

Maybe this is a sign.

For her to finally give up, move on, shift her focus and concentration to something more beneficial.

This was hopeless and all she ever got was pain. She's not a masochist who yearns for the continuous and brutal impact of emotional pain. Heck even masochists needs a little love too.

She's tired and y/n knows better than to put herself down with her own insecurities. So she needed to make a move fast because she'll only get hurt again.

It's wise to forget him.

With a deep breath she pulled out a strong front with a genuine smile on her face as she gazed at Keigo and Enchantress.

Keigo wore an anxious look while Enchantress held a surprised expression.

" Well, you two do look compatible and you're right he is out of my league.... That's why I'll look for someone else within my reach. He's not the only fish in the pond.... I'm sure I'm holding you guys back.. Carry on with your hero duties, I'll go back now Bye~" Y/n turned around and gave them a wave before skipping away from the two.

Her tone along with her smile looked far too cheerful that it scared Hawks.

Did she just say she'd look for Someone Else?, she had the guts to say that right in front of him?.

He balled his hand into a fist, and for the first time in his life he had never felt this scared to lose someone. He was breathing heavily while throwing a mental tantrum.

" You know.... I thought you'd finally stop that bad habit of yours Hawks.... I learned from the rumors and wanted to see for myself and probably give you a hand to confess to her but now that I've witnessed it, You really are a Fucktard" Enchantress shook her head as she crossed her arms gazing at Hawks with disappointment.

" Fuck off. This was your fault to Begin with. It's not as easy as you think"

" Really? You're blaming me for all the fuck ups you're responsible for? A girl's heart is fragile Hawks... I didn't live for a hundred years buried in the shelter of naivety. Her love was true and I think you just lost your chances.... If you wanna fix it. Fix it fast because once a girl has enough, she'll leave you like you're worth nothing. "

" I... I know I fucked up but your meddling wasn't necessary "

" Really? I was getting tired of watching you hurt her. I'm a woman too and I don't appreciate seeing other men hurt a woman who clearly loves them.... I did her a favor by giving her the ultimatum to let go... Looks like she took it in the end " Enchantress chuckled while Hawks stood there, his demeanor turning darker by the passing second.

" You're saying it's better that she leave me? " Keigo muttered Darkly , a dangerous look in his eyes began to resurface.

Enchantress kept a calm expression and nodded her head.

" You're Toxic Hawks. And it's better for her to leave you than seeing her get hurt over and over again... I've been in that stage before... And it hurts more than any injury I've suffered... "

" Since you're so knowledgeable about this then why not tell me how to fix it? Before I decide to go rogue and slit your throat" keigo threatened as he plucked out a feather which turned rudged and sharp; pointing it at Enchantress .

" Hmm... You seem to Love her judging by how strongly you reacted ... But you're worst than shit in showing it... But here's a tip . If you wanna fix it then fix yourself first. Learn how to treat a woman you like as if she's greater than a queen and remember that I'm not the one who hurt her...it was you." With those words being uttered Enchantress disappeared in a puff of smoke.

........ To be continued

[lurking96]

Hi, what is your view about Ochako in the Omake and LNs. I read these omake chapter which happens after the final exams and Light novels and Ochako's character seems OOC and its kinda irritating. in the Omake Ochako confronts Bakugou regarding how he treated and still treats Izuku. I do like the fact she called out Bakugou's BS and correctly deduced his jealousy of Deku's growth and Deku's heroic personality but when she was talking to Bakugou there doesn't seem to be any sign of bitterness or anger from her towards him for the way he always treated and still treats Izuku. its like way too casual. I'm not saying she has to stoop to his level by name calling or yelling or even acting imatured like Bakugou but showing a bit of anger, bitterness and having stern talk would be better considering all the shit he does to Izuku. Like any person would show some sort of bitterness and anger when someone berates, insults and disrepects his/her friends

Also during their conversation she glorifies bakugou by saying how awesome he was in their fight which i feel is uneeded in the omake. why even glorify him in this?. what was so awesome about him? None of what the narrative potrayed about Bakugou, matches or makes sense considering his actions, his attitude, behavior and his choice of words before, during and even after the fight. He only gave a begrudging acknowledgement of her strength and capabilities after he spoke to Izuku. I just feel this praise, blind admiration and respect she has for him is unneccessary considering she always sees how Bakugou treats her crush and best friend like a trash.

In Light novels she talks about how Bakugou wouldn't be Bakugou if he wasn't badmouthing and wasn't being a prick. In another LN she says she wants to be Bakugou for a day because of his quirk and because of his crazy side all because of the beating she got from him in the sports festival. This level of admiration seems inway done to justify his horrible personality and behavior which is not something to respect or admire. Also while saying that she wants to be Bakugou for a day she also blushes when the other girls asks her? like why? wasn't she crushing on Midoriya.?

I don't know if these omakes and LNs are canon but still the way she is written in these kinda irritates me because She is one of Izuku's first real friend along with Iida as well as one of his best friends along with Shoto and Iida.

As far as I am aware Hori does do art for the LN so he at least read over them and gave his okay. It depends on what you see as canon. You could see it as canon+. As an extended universe of sorts. It doesnt do much to the main canon which is the manga. I also should say that I am not that well versed in the light novels. But here is the thing. Hori tends to use other characters as mouthpiece to exclaim how great Bakugou is. See Aizawa at the sports festival and after he gets kidnapped. If it deals with claiming how great Bakugou is characters simply turn ooc. Uraraka has a right to call Bakugou out as he repeatedly has hurt her friend. And I doubt she has a crush on Bakugou. Just the manga material doesnt point in that direction. It seems to be another attempt to use a character as mouthpiece to go for "tell don't show"

[destinyninjatrash]

I wasn't happy with how Kosuke was looking so I'm just going to redraw him solo, but here have cute thicc boy Ren plus some headcanons about him for now uwu

Ren

Hideaki and Miyuki's second son

He's the icy-hot disaster, having inherited his father's fire abilities as well as his mother's water/ice abilities

Like Hideaki he had great control over his powers from a very young age, this combined with him inheriting the Hyosuke bloodline's general talent for elemental magic made him relatively easy to deal with when it came to both his home life and his ninja training

I say "relatively easy" because he can be a mischievous little piece of work (like a certain water gremlin-) and occasionally likes to use his powers to cause trouble for his own amusement

He's definitely caught Kosuke on fire multiple times over the years, only to put it out as soon as his brother started screaming for their parents

Like any descendant of Hyuga he has a natural talent for cooking, although usually he gravitates towards baking, having a fairly bad sweet tooth

Speaking of Hyuga, don't let his sweet face lull you into a false sense of security, Ren takes after Mr. Sadie more than you might expect. He'll lie to you with a straight face and insult you with a smile on his face, "I don't know why you bother, I have no time for an disgusting broad mare like you, hm? Oh no you heard me right, don't worry."

His name means "water lily", which was obviously chosen by his parents due to it being Hideaki's nickname for his wife

Like his ancestor Hyosuke, he's not one for formalities, "Lord Ren sounds so stuck up...especially coming from such a dirty peasant, just call me Ren, I'll stoop to your level just to show how generous I can be ~"

To summarize, he's lowkey Hyuga with Hyosuke's cuteness, liveliness, and mischievous nature thrown in to (try to) distract from all the sadistic stuff