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distracted-milkshake · 5 months ago

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Like ‘Em Weird - Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: bri’ish reader, non explicit sex, snogging tf out of Steven, general embarrassment, slight jerk Marc

Words: 4k

Rating: M

Summary: A fast moving relationship halts abruptly when the cute guy you met at a cafe wakes up a completely different person.

How you helped Steven figure out his body has multiple tenets, and that he doesn’t mind sharing it it’s you

I haven’t actually finished Moon Knight, so any inconsistencies or straight up false stuff is on me. Other guy isn’t here because I haven’t met him yet

Whipping up 1-5k oneshots while I can't get even ten in on my wip is such a me thing it's not even laughable anymore

Also! I have read a lot about DID and talked with friends who have it, and the portrayal of the reader does not represent kind or correct treatment of people with such issues at all, just wanted to be clear that I as the author know that and this isn’t any sort of handbook

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“You gonna talk to me or just keep staring?”

Steven blinks, immediately feeling his hands and cheeks go hot.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring–!” He quiets as you stand and drag your metal chair the few feet across the cafe patio to his table, plopping into it.

“Hi.” He murmurs, eyes dropping to his lap as he wrings his hands.

”Hey,” You reach your hand over the table, flashing a smile, introducing yourself.

“Steven Grant.” He shakes it, adjusting in his seat.

“No worries, by the way. I never know how to start a conversation either.”

“I am so sorry, really, I hadn’t noticed. I uh, I don’t do that, I swear, I was just sort of spaced out.” He sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair to get it off his face. “I don’t usually see a lot of pretty girls around, not ones that I find pretty– well, I mean there’re plenty of pretty girls, just not as– you just…” he swallows, wishing he could sink far enough into his chair to disappear from the face of the Earth.

“God I wish I could start over.” He says.

“This conversation, or since you started staring?”

“My life at this point.”

“Take as long as you need.” You grin.

“My name’s Steven, I work in a gift shop.”

“At the museum?”

“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straighter.

“I knew it, I’ve seen you before! I love that place.”

“Ah! Me too! It’s ahm, probably about my favorite place in the world.”

He goes off about something having to do with history, half of which you don’t quite follow, but you listen anyway.

He tells you about several different exhibits from the museum he works at, stuff that isn’t on the little plaques, going on tangents here and there about the origins of popular misconceptions.

“…and that’s just off the top of my head; numerous examples of it.” He takes a sip of his coffee, suddenly seeming to realize something.

“Shit. Im sorry, I’ve been talking entirely too much. You want to tell me about you?”

“No, it’s cool, I get it.” You laugh. “You read a lot.”

“Oh loads, anything that interests me, I love books.”

“Music's my thing.” You say.

“Oh, do you play?”

“Nah, I collect. CDs mostly, vinyl sometimes.” You finish your drink, setting your cup aside.

“I’d love to get into it, but I should be going. Do you wanna get dinner sometime?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he nods and you pull out your phone, handing it to him to put his number in.

“I’m vegan, but anywhere you like is fine though. Saturday work?” He says.

“Saturday’s brilliant.” You click your phone closed when he turns it back to you, tucking it back in your pocket.

“Brilliant.”

“I’ll call you with the place. See ya then.”

“See ya.”

Saturday rolls around, and you get off the bus to a lovely little Indian place with a bounce in your step.

You had double checked they had plenty of vegan options, spending the last few days trying and failing not to text Steven every half hour.

“Sorry! I got put on inventory again.” Steven huffs as he bounds up to you, making you feel a little silly as he’s all dressed up.

“You’re right on time actually. I just came early.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” He says, exhaling heavily and straightening his back.

He holds up a bouquet. “Um, these are for you.”

“Oh my God.” You smile, taking them from him, turning them over.

“I hate flowers, but that has got to be about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Sorry, I’ll uh, I’ll remember that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, I appreciate it. Shall we?” You gesture to the restaurant door.

“Oh– Of course,” Steven sidesteps to hold open the door for you, and you both head in.

Seated with your food on the way, you look your date up and down expectantly, to which he sets his drink down and explains.

“I am keeping my mouth sealed unless spoken to. Even if it means I’m staring.” He jokes at the end with a smirk.

“Sure you’re going to be able to stick to that?” You tease, taking a long sip from your mango lassi.

“Sure am. Talk to me.”

So you do.

You tell him all about where your from, your favorite band, the kinds of movies and shows you like, and he chimes in with his own, careful not to dominate the conversation with his preferred topics, which as much as you love the sound of his voice, you’re grateful for.

“You know there’s something special about you maybe.” He says when you’re about finished with your meal. “I feel like I just click with you. Is that weird?”

“No, it’s not weird.” You shake your head, meeting his eyes. “That’s not weird at all.”

You walk with him down the street, hands in your pockets from the slight chill, but keeping close enough your arms are almost touching.

It’s quiet, and it’s a comfortable quiet, but you can’t help but feel nagged at by a lack of something.

You come to an intersection, and Steven turns to you.

“Well, thank you, for going out with me.” You take him in, framed in the streetlight, messy hair and nice clothes, pretty eyes catching the light.

“I hope you have a great rest of your night–”

You push him against the brick wall of the building closest and catch his lips in a kiss, startling him as his hands hover over your shoulders, then your arms, before finding your back and waist, pulling you close.

He kisses back confidently at first, then out of sync, then trying to pull away, saying something muffled.

“Good?” You break the kiss to ask, wetting your lips.

“Yeah. S’prised me’s all.” He says, breathing heavy. “I just wanted to say I think you’re gorgeous.”

You pull him back into it with almost feverish urgency, pushing your tongue past his lips and to the roof of his mouth where you find his and press and move against it roughly, hand finding the back of his head to tilt just enough to have the perfect angle to explore.

You recede to let him breathe and Steven catches a dribble of spit with the back of his hand, looking mortified as he having no where else wipes in on his coat.

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Sorry that’s gross, I dunno if I’ve ever been kissed like that, I’ve no idea how,” he wipes his lips again. “It’s not like movies. Very, very wet.”

“You talk a lot for someone who stares.”

“In the restaurant. Out here I’ve dropped it now. You know I don’t know if I want to be remembered as that guy in your head.”

“Something else, then?”

“I’m cool with gift shop guy.” He says as you give him lighter pecks on the mouth.

“Much better than spaced out Steven.” You giggle, tracing his cheekbone around back to his ear and down his beck, letting your thumb slip under his collar as you press your forehead against his.

“Yeah well, I find it hard to get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’d like to get a good one with you.”

“Hmnn?” His eyes flit to your lips and then back up to yours, bewildered.

“Oh, oh you mean!” He pulls back and gives an enthusiastic nod, a wide smile on his face.

“Hells yeah.”

“I like your apartment,” Steven says under his breath between dizzying kisses in your entryway, watching you alternate between his throat and kissing him with utter fascination, unsure how to keep up or what to do with just how expertly you’re making him fall apart.

“You haven’t seen it yet.”

You pull him by the wrist through your living space, past the couch to your bedroom, where you shut the door and shuck off his jacket.

“Do you have a condom?” He asks before you can devour any attempts he has at talking again with your mouth.

“Yeah, one sec.” You dig around in your nightstand drawer, pulling one out and turning back to give Steven a gentle shove onto the bed, climbing atop him and undoing his buttons with your free hand.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Steven says when you finish with his top and strip off your own, tearing the condom open and sitting back on your haunches. “This is unbelievable.”

You grab him by the chin, making his heart skip a beat. “Let’s aim for unforgettable.” You say.

Steven lays on his back, hands on his chest, having finally caught his breath.

“That was lovely.” He says.

“Lovely?” You repeat, stretching your spine, side eying him.

He turns on his elbow you look at you. “Lovely. Amazing. Mind blowing. All of the above.”

“Been awhile?” You chuckle, tracing his collarbone to his shoulder before hooking your arm over it.

“You have no idea.” As lost in your eyes he is, he pulls away to check the time, sitting up.

“I um, I should get back to my apartment,” he moves to get off the bed, and you sit up after him, catching his wrist. “Hey wait. Don’t be ridiculous, stay.”

“No, I uh…” Steven stops himself, not wanting to mess this up. If he told you he had some weird sleep condition, that he literally bolted himself to his bed to sleep every night for fear of missing hours or waking up places he didn’t recognize, he was certain that was the kind of thing that would scare you off.

That look you're giving him, that half lidded, cocksure smile, still topless and not even trying to cover it, it’s convincing enough on its own.

“That’d be just fine. Yeah. Yeah okay.” He relaxes back into the bed and you lean up and kiss him.

“Great.” You murmur, pulling him in and tugging the covers back over you.

Maybe just one night would be fine.

Marc wakes up in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar woman in bed next to him.

You stir, burrowing your face into the pillows before you feel the bed spring back, blinking your eyes open and pulling yourself up just enough to see him retrieving his clothes from the floor.

“Hey, no rush, it’s Sunday, come ‘ere.”

“I’m sorry, you seem nice and all, but I was not supposed to wake up here.”

“What happened to your accent?” You laugh humorlessly, brow knitting.

“Accent? Jesus, I don’t have time for this, I’ve got to be in Madripoor in like two hours, that idiot was supposed to be back at his apartment.”

He gathers up the rest his things as he mutters to himself. “Yeah yeah I know, I can get to the justice after I get back to his apartment and sort things out there. I swear if this is what gets him… yes. Of course I’m grateful. I will handle it.”

“Hey, wait!” You pull a t-shirt and pajama pants on, following him into your living room, but by then he’s already got his shoes on.

He opens and struts right out your front door without another word, slamming it behind him.

Monday afternoon you take your lunch break to head down to he museum, stomping right up and into the corner gift shop, where sure enough, Steven sits twiddling a pen while he reads.

He sets aside both when you walk in, smile falling when he sees your face.

You plant your palms and lean directly over the counter, huffing.

“Hey, you know I really can’t believe I fell for your shy soft boy act, you pull that on everyone? Or was I just ‘special’ enough to catch your attention?”

“What? I– what are you talking about– hey!” He jumps up from his seat as you push back from the counter, folding your arms.

“I mean what on Earth is wrong with you!” You stare him down as he rounds his station to speak with you.

“Hey, whatever I said, I’m sorry? I don’t– I didn’t mean it– will you please tell me what you are talking about?”

“You jerk. Can you go one minute without lying? Rhetorical, because you obviously can, if it’s convenient to getting in my pants. God! I can’t believe I slept with you.”

“You slept with me?!” He exclaims, hunching over as a couple passerbys give him looks, making you roll your eyes. “Holy shit, I thought I dreamt that.” He says mostly to himself, tugging at the hair behind his ear.

You look at him, jittery, wrinkled clothes, chewing at his thumbnail.

“Are you high?” You ask, tilting your head to get a better look at his face, trying to make out if it’s a bruise or just bags under his eyes.

He quickly shakes his head. “No, no-no-no, I-I don’t do pills or anything. I mean, maybe I should, to be honest– but I’ve never done drugs of any kind.”

You throw up your hands. “Why would I believe you after yesterday!”

“Yesterday? Why– What happened yesterday.”

“Unbelievable. You know, you aren’t worth this. Don’t text me anymore.” You turn to the door, but his whirls around you in a panic, blocking you.

“Wait! Wait, please. Look I don’t know what happened the other night, but I assure you that's not me, I’m not like that, I would never say stuff like that, I’d never use you, I like you! I really like you, and I don’t want to never see you again.”

You study his expression, torn between how completely devoid of any sort of dishonesty it looks, paired with how desperate his tone is, and just who you remember walking out of your apartment.

“You’re acting completely different now.” You shake your head, hanging it and letting out a long sigh before looking back up at him, which you immediately regret because he has the saddest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I have to get to work. If you think you can explain to me just what the hell is going on with you, meet me at the park at six thirty, I’ll… I’ll hear you out.”

“Thank you,” he folds his hands, needing to shout after you as you make to leave. “I won’t let you down, I promise!”

You give a dismissive wave as you head out museum's front doors.

“…and that’s all I know, I swear.” You’re seated on a bench in the park. By now the sun has set, and the lights are the only illumination with a cloudy night sky.

“I believe you.” You sigh, letting the leg you’d been sitting on down from the bench to stretch. “How often does this happen?”

“Most nights. Been trying not to sleep because of it.”

You shake your head. “Why the hell haven’t you gone to a doctor?”

“Because I can sort it, it’s fine. You go to a doctor if you're sick, I’m not sick.” He fiddles with his hands, realizing your looking at them he smoothes them down his pants and keeps them on his knees.

“Sleepwalking isn’t sick. It-it’s just like, stress, or something.” Even saying it aloud he didn’t believe it, but what was the alternative? That he was legitimately mad?

“Steven, look at me. You need to get help for this. That's mental. It’s not normal. Tell me you’ll get help.”

“I’ll look into it.” He scratches at his neck.

You frown. “And mean it. You need help.”

“I mean it, I will get help.” He nods when you put a hand over his, pulling him into a side hug.

“Thank God.” You murmur.

Two months later, you and Steven are kind of dating.

Though your relationship had taken a big step back, you still texted and called him frequently. You didn’t feel like you could bring yourself to getting any closer, not when you still didn’t know who you had woken up in bed with.

Today he’s over for tea, on your couch with his hands folded, helping himself to the biscuits you put out.

You come back from putting the water on, stuffing a couple cookies in your mouth before he can eat them all.

“Oh! I erm, I got you a copy of that new CD from that band you like.” Steven digs around in his bag, pulling out a still wrapped album, handing it to you.

“Holy cow.” You scoff as you take it.

It was the newest release from your favorite band, and had been sold out everywhere for more than two weeks.

“I can’t believe you remembered. I’m putting this on right now.” You pop on the stereo, slow rock jams filling the apartment as the water boils and you bring the pot to the table, filling Steven’s cup.

“So how are you doing?” You ask.

“Oh, mostly good. I still haven’t figured him, Marc, out much, but I am sleeping better.”

“You figure out just what ‘he’ is yet.”

“No, still no diagnosis. I’m having trouble finding a therapist I like. I also, you know, not keen on institutionalization.”

“Right. Well I mean so long as he doesn’t decide to go on some break.” You grimace, wondering what the hell he could’ve had been up to in Madripoor of all places, if he’d even been serious.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Never mind.” You give your hand a wave. “I still can’t believe I’m how you found out.”

“Hey now hang on, I knew, I just didn’t know why.” He stands up to be at your height, annoyed.

“Or how, or what.” You give him a look.

“Yeah. But I did know.” He shrugs. “Even though he was trying to keep it from me.”

“Well yeah, probably because you’re the nice one. Marc is a prick.”

“The hell did she just say about me!?” Marc growls, catching his eye in his reflection in your tea kettle.

Steven blinks. “He didn’t like that.”

You draw your brow, frowning. “He can hear me?”

“Apparently? I don’t get most of it myself, I didn’t think he could hear me till like last week.”

You push off the back of the couch. “Tell him to come out here and talk to me right now.”

“Uh, right, sure, yeah. Marc, you heard her.” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

When he opens them again, you slap him across the face.

He cups his cheek, turning to look at you. “Still Steven!”

“Shit– I’m sorry!” You cover your mouth.

“You were going to smack him? But that’s me!”

“I thought– I didn’t think it through, really. Is he not there?”

“I can’t really make him come out, he just kind of does it if I let him.”

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say.

“No,” he shakes his head. “He totally deserves it. Prick is right on the money.”

“Even so, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Already better.” He smiles. “Though a kiss wouldn’t hurt…”

You raise a brow and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You hang out a while longer before heads home, leaving you to think.

“I want to date her too.”

“What?” Steven looks up at his mirror from across the room. “You won’t tell me where you’ve been pissing years of my life away, what you’ve been doing, but now you want to meddle with the one good thing that’s happened to me, after you nearly screwed it all up? That’s rich.”

“I didn’t want much of anything to do with her until I saw the way she slapped you, I mean, that was unexpected.”

“She’s for sure, isn’t she? All the more reason you will not be seeing her unless she asks.”

“Let me talk to her or I’ll break up with her.”

“We’re not together…ish. I don’t know, it’s not the simplest.”

“I’ll ghost her. Delete her contacts. You know I will.”

“Alright! Okay, fine. Jesus.”

He picks up his phone. “Don’t you negotiate in anything but threats?” He starts to dial your number, then stops.

“Hang on… you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You're jealous I’ve a girlfriend and you don’t. And she doesn’t talk nicely about you.”

“I’d stop talking now.”

“Holy shit, that’s hilarious. You act like you think my life is boring, but you envy it.”

Marc glares at him, jaw working.

“I’ll tell you what, I will set you up, but you have to tell me what you’ve been doing, and where you've been taking me.”

“Khonshu’s not gonna like that.”

“Again with bloody Khonshu. You’re flipping bending over backwards for that fool. Figure it out, cause that’s that.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect. Done deal.”

He hits dial. “Hey so uh, Marc wants to meet you. Properly. I’ve told him he needs to apologize.” Marc rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. “Right. Yeah. Can you meet me?”

“This… Marc the Merc, the pissy one?” You say, looking him over. You’d met Steven not far from the museum, and held his hand while he relaxed and let Marc take over.

“Yes, it’s me again. Hi.” You meet his eyes, feeling oddly bothered by just how the same they look. It’s Steven, but it’s not.

It’s painfully not him, and yet you can’t put into words how.

“Hey,” you say, not sure what else you’re supposed to.

“Let’s get this part out of the way: I’m sorry I walked out on you. It’s Steven’s fault we were there at all, and I had shit to attend to, but I was less than curt about it.”

“Accepted, if that’s the best I’m going to get.” You nod, and he gestures for you to walk with him, so you do.

“I haven’t been keeping tabs. What’s he been telling you about me?” He says.

“Not a lot. I mean, he barely knows you, and neither do I.”

“There’s not a lot to tell. He’s not supposed to be tangled with my life, but, since he is, I figure we might as well share.”

You stop, and he does too.

“What?” He says. “I’m willing to be more open if you are.”

“What are you talking about? Are you saying you want to get with me?”

“Would you like to?”

He looks you right in the eyes, catching you off guard. Before you can answer he cups your face and kisses you, arm around your lower back, nearly lifting you off the ground.

You pull away, eyes wide, breath ragged, trying to get your brain to catch up with your body, realizing you're right in the street where everyone can see you.

“Too much?” He asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Just– just surprised me.” It’s quiet for a moment.

“His apartment’s not far,” he finally says. “If you wanna see just how much of a prick I am.”

You stare up at your boyfriend’s apartment ceiling, wondering what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into.

You turn when you hear footsteps coming back to the bed.

“Hi,” he gives you a little wave, holding out a cup of tea.

You sit up on your elbows, slowly taking it. “Steven?” You say tentatively.

“Yep, it’s me.” You stand up, throwing back half the cup and setting it aside, swallowing. “Everything go okay?” He asks.

You nearly knock him over in a hug, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Better than okay,” you say, smiling against his bare skin.

“Really? Oh, Gods, that's a relief.” He wraps his arm around you, pressing his nose to the top of your head.

“Marc was different than I thought.”

“Now we’re even, he said he’d cooperate with me some more, so I think it all works out?”

“I love you. Both of you.”

“Really? It’s not too weird?”

“Hey,” you press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I like ‘em weird.”

Even though you had next to no idea what was to come, between you, Steven, and Marc, you were confident you would figure it out.

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hartleychristopher · 13 days ago

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Okie I have a request for a josh and Chris meeting the reader in highschool for the first time and they became friends through like comic books or like the newest game that came out because they are nerds just for fun

If you don't want to do this it's Okie

Issue #1: First Encounter

Parings: Chris x gn!reader, Josh x gn!reader (either platonic or flirty 😏 you decide) (no prank au)

Warnings: cheesy banter bc it’s fun! Okay? sue me.

Summary: you go to the comic book shop in search of a back issue, what you find are new friends in the shape of two dorks that come as a package deal; Chris and Josh. It seems you’ve been adopted as the third wheel in their bromance whether you like it or not.

A/N: hiii I love this! My two favorite boys 🥹 I hope it’s okay they’re in college in this, I know you requested high school but I prefer to write about them as adults :) (dating a lot of (only) nerds and having a base knowledge on comic books came in handy for this ask!)

You’re halfway through flipping through the back issues, elbow-deep in plastic sleeves and crossovers, when someone bumps into the end of the display with a soft thud.

“Ah, crap—sorry. I didn’t think anyone was back here.”

You look up to find a tall guy with glasses and a beanie, shoulders hunched like he’s startled himself as much as you. He’s wearing a Watchmen hoodie, already slightly pilled at the cuffs. Definitely a regular.

You give him a quick once-over and shrug. “It’s fine. no casualties”

He gives a half-laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Cool. That’s… good. Uh, I wasn’t, like, creeping or anything, I just—” He gestures vaguely at the boxes. “I’m on a mission.”

“Let me guess: Green Lantern?” You smirk.

His face lights up, almost embarrassingly so. “Rebirth! Yes! You get it”

Before you could respond, another guy steps around the corner—leaner, with that kind of practiced casualness that probably made him popular without trying. He takes one look at the two of you and raises an eyebrow.

“Chris, are you harassing strangers in the wild again?” he asks, smirking. “Can’t take you anywhere” he teases him.

Chris makes a noise that was half protest, half panic. “What?! No! I just bumped the shelf! I wasn’t—th-they were already here!”

“Relax, man, I’m messing with you,” the new guy says, shooting you a quick, easy smile before he sticks out a hand. “Josh. That’s Chris. He’s harmless. Socially clumsy, but harmless.”

You hesitate a second before shaking his hand.

Josh’s eyes wander to your bag when he lets go of your hand. “I like the Moon Knight patch. Taste.”

Chris nods quickly like he was just now noticing. “Oh—yeah, that’s awesome. Moon Knight’s underrated. like, so many people just watched the show and bailed, but if you actually read—sorry, I’m rambling”

You raise an eyebrow. “Do you guys do this often? Corner people in the back issues section?”

“Corner?” Josh repeats, mock offended. “No, this is mutual proximity. We’re just friendly.”

Chris looks like he wants to crawl into a long box and close the lid. “we—we’re not trying to be weird. I swear. We just—uh, like comics. And your patch’s cool, that’s all”

You glance between them. Both clearly nerds, but in wildly different flavors. Josh had the confidence of someone who knew he could talk his way into or out of anything. Chris looked like this was the most intense social interaction he’d had all week. Maybe month. But neither of them gave you that creepy gut feeling. Just… harmless dorks. Maybe even kind of funny, in a secondhand embarrassment kind of way.

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “You two always come as a set?”

“Unfortunately,” Chris mutters under his breath.

Josh ignored him. “Usually. Trivia nights, midnight releases, occasional accidental arson in the microwave when someone tries to reheat pizza on foil…” Josh gives Chris a pointed look.

“That was one time,” Chris mumbles, visibly dying.

You tilt your head. “There’s trivia?”

Josh perked up. “Yeah—The Kettle Café, Thursday nights. Comics, movies, all the nerdy stuff. We bombed last week because someone forgot the name of Thor’s Second Hammer.”

“It’s called Stormbreaker, and I had brain fog,” Chris shoots back.

You look down at the issue in your hands. You had fully intended to be in and out of this place in under ten minutes. But now you had two dorks standing in front of you; one melting, one grinning—and for some reason, you weren’t quite ready to bolt.

Josh raised his brows. “You should come, we could use someone who actually reads Moon Knight”

you considered. “If it turns out to be just the two of you playing against each other and quoting The Big Bang Theory for two hours, I’m walking out”

Chris looked genuinely disgusted. “We quote Firefly, actually.”

Josh grinned. “So that’s a maybe?”

You sigh, “It’s a ‘give me the address and I’ll think about it’”

Josh pulls a sharpie out of his jacket pocket like he does this sort of thing often. “that’s a victory”

As he scribbles the address on a receipt from his pocket and hands it to you, you catch Chris looking down at his shoes, trying not to smile too obviously.

You tuck the receipt into your bag. “Alright, nerds. Enjoy your Rebirth… don’t burn anything down”

Chris gives an awkward little salute, “No promises”

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incongruous-faggot · 3 months ago

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While I have some issues with his visual design in Marvel Rivals, I need to admit, I am charmed by the voice lines they gave Moon Knight.

Now, it's important to hear all of them (or at least many of them). If you only hear the voice lines he has with other humans, he can very much be misconstrued as just "the Butt of the joke Mooney Lunatic" character.

But the gods believe him. Because they know Khonshu! They don't necessarily respect Khonshu, but they know him, and they can engage with Moon Knight as a man who is in contact with a god, and not just as a "crazy person"

And after hearing how he talks with the gods, I get a sense that Moon Knight is playing up his disconnect from reality a bit to mess with people. Especially in his encounter with Scarlett Witch. That whole interaction reads like him baiting her into equating herself with him, before deliberately saying something odd to pull the rug out from underneath her.

I also enjoy the inconsistencies in moon knighs voice lines when you spawn in. At times he trusts Khonshu, at others he doesn't, when he announces what his friends call him, he hesitates just ever so slightly, I'm not sure which alter is present during that line. He's tired, he doesn't want to be brought back to life anymore, but also he's come back from worse and these guys he's fighting are amateurs.

Also props to the voice actor, he brings so much silly, offended cunty attitude to the character, and I swear there's an internally consistent shift in tone, probably between alters, that I have yet to figure out.

Im not sure they quite reached what they were going for. He is very easy to perceive as the moon knight you see from edited comic panels/ the worst offenses of bad writing of one of marvels few mentally ill heroes. But, there's just enough respect and intrigue about his perspective in this writing that I can't help but love him.

Anyways yeah, can't stop thinking about this man.

#moon knight #Also shout-out to the “one for Steven one for Jake one for me” line #Love getting Steven in on the murder

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blushlyn · 2 years ago

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𝐵𝐸 𝑀𝑌 𝑂𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝐼𝑁 𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐸 - diluc ragnvindr

body worship : masterlist

syn : after many set backs on your journey, you had no choice but to stay the night at a small inn. that cramped space did no favors for years of infatuation. how long can he last before he shows you his long kept secret?

length : 3.1k

warnings : 18+ minors do not interact, princess!reader, knight!diluc, some angst (i'm so sorry it wrote itself i swear), virgin reader (and virgin diluc but he won't tell you that until years later), body worship but it's kinda subtle? unintentionally, pussy eating, raw sex, breast play, one minor instance of power imbalance

notes : this turned out kinda soft instead of kinky, but that's okay but it'll get worse this month

as the moon rose higher and the sun sank lower, diluc made the decision to stop at the nearest inn. if it had just been him it wouldn’t have been an issue to press on the rest of the way. but with you in his care, he couldn’t bear to risk your safety.

however, so far from the capital, the cities grew further and further apart. a suitable inn would be like finding an oasis in a desert. and he was right. the inn was tiny enough to barely qualify. it would have to make do. you didn’t much mind it, though. not when you were finally outside the stuffy palace walls. not when you got to be alone with diluc.

the two of you grew up together. always at each other's side. but lately, it felt like you saw less of him with each passing day. he was supposed to be your personal guard but there was always someone new each week. part of you felt that he was avoiding you. every time that thought crossed your mind it rose such hideous emotions you fought hard to keep at bay. when it was announced you were to pay a visit to a duke in the north on official business, you jumped at the opportunity to appoint him as the head of your detail.

diluc did not oppose, but he also said nothing.

outside the inn, diluc ordered the other guards to stay outside, where they would camp for the night. the innkeeper apologized profusely about the lack of space and made up for it with a hefty amount of food. despite your protests. it wasn’t his fault such a large party ended up there.

with your one suitcase in hand, you headed into the small room with diluc in tow. he was grumbling about something you chose not to hear.

“it’s cute,” you said of the room as you set the suitcase on the floor.

“it’s small,” he remarked, though not with derision.

“well, we can’t expect much so far between cities.” you turned around and sighed. he’d already disappeared into the bathroom. the sound of running water met your ears. when he emerged a few minutes later, you asked, “is something bothering you? you’ve been short with me all day.”

“it’s been a long day, your highness,” he sighed. he never addressed you like that. you knew not to press an issue when he got like that, so you let it go. “you should bathe now before the water goes cold.”

that final statement left you no room to argue. funny how a knight could make you feel so small. with a huff, you grabbed your clothes and went into the bathroom. it was the least relaxing bath you’d ever had. this trip up north was supposed to mend the broken bridge between the two of you. but he just kept widening the distance.

you tried--and failed--to scrub away the frustration. for years something bloomed in your chest every time you looked at him. when you caught a glimpse of his smile, the concentrated look when he was on the training grounds, or the softness of his features as he napped in the garden when only you were around. he was stern and often cold to others, even when he acted in good faith. but he was vulnerable when it was just the two of you. as were you. how many nights had either of you spent consoling the other? how many traded tears did you keep bottled in your hearts?

despite your title, you dared to dream of a life where you got to be with him. happily. forever.

with a heavy heart, you dragged yourself out of the shallow tub. with the hem of the silk nightgown brushing your calves, you walked back into the room only to find diluc sitting against the wall opposite the bed. he cracked his eyes open only wide enough to peer at you before closing them again.

nothing was said as you climbed into bed. you stared at the dark ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

“you don’t really plan to sleep down there, do you?” you asked. “there’s plenty of room on the bed.”

that wasn’t true. the bed would barely be able to fit him and you side by side. but you couldn’t bear the suffocating weight that hung in the air.

“it would be inappropriate if i did, your highness.”

there it was again: that formal title. you sat up. before you knew what you were doing, you crawled to the end of the bed. all the bottled up the emotions poured out. you bit your bottom lip to keep the welling tears from falling over. your voice sounded strained as you spoke. “what did i do to drive you away?”

diluc’s head snapped forward. even in the dark, his red hair still glowed like a beacon leading you home. feeling like this, lost and confused, all you wanted was his warm embrace. the same as all those other nights. the idea of never having that again filled you with such sorrow.

“what are you talking about?”

a sob broke free. “you used to always be at my side, but now i’m always lonely. for you to put such a distance between us, i must have done something. tell me what it is. i’ll fix it.”

you had crawled off the bed and towards him. it took everything in you not to reach out to him.

he took a slow, shaky breath. he took your hands in his, the grip loose but steady unlike his voice as he spoke. “i knew that if i didn’t distance myself from you, i wouldn’t be able to keep my feelings at bay.”

“your feelings?”

“i love you in a way i’m not allowed to.”

“diluc, i--”

“don’t,” he cut you off, turning his face away. “you don’t understand how i feel about you, or for how long. if i told you all the things i want to do to you, you would have me thrown in the dungeons. please, princess, just let me be.”

he let go of your hands, simultaneously pushing you away.

you couldn’t let this be the end. not when he was so close. finally so close after so long. you leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of his face and forcing him to look at you. pain twisted his features. longing filled his eyes. and something much more intense lay beneath it all. there were no words you could find to perfectly express yourself, so you settled for gently pressing your lips against his own.

diluc stiffened under your touch. but he didn’t pull away. he couldn’t bring himself to do so. the kiss he’d always dreamed of finally happened, and he could do nothing about it. only knowing that he wanted more.

as the initial shock wore off, diluc’s body relaxed and he pulled you in for another kiss. this time laced with years worth of desire. he pushed you back, lip-locked, and you had barely the mind to put your hands back and catch yourself.

when he finally pulled away, air rushed back into your lungs. he huffed as he searched your eyes for any hint of unsurety. you were more sure of this moment than you’d ever been of anything in your life before.

he froze above you. something like regret or terror flashed in his eyes. once more, he pulled away, backing against the wall.

“if i order you to, will that change anything?” you asked.

“you know well that i can’t go against your word, and i know well you would never use your power like that.”

he was right. you sat on your knees, tired of this hot-and-cold game. “anything,” you said. hoping against all odds that this would be a better approach. he needn’t hold back anymore. “you can do anything. i want it. more than you can possibly know.”

he shook his head, wisps of red hair dancing over his cheeks. “i’ve already done more than i should. i’m satisfied.”

“i’m not.” the words came out a half shout. “how could one kiss ever be enough? i want a lifetime.”

“and i want to give you a lifetime,” he bit out. his eyes were fiery as he met your gaze in the dark. “but we both know i can’t give you that.”

“then give it to me now, if only for one night.” one night would never be enough, but it would be better than regretting having had nothing. you could see in his eyes he thought the same.

“there’s no undoing it,” he said.

“i don’t want it to be undone. not with you. never with you.”

a thin stream of moonlight filtered into the room, highlighting the bob of his throat as he swallowed hard. he stood and pulled you up with him. his body firm against yours. the rapid beat of his heart a twin to yours. what was about to happen could not be undone. if anyone found out, you would be ruined. he would lose his position and his family’s favor of the royal family for laying such hands on the kingdom’s beloved princess. why did something so pure have to feel so selfish? if only you’d been born in a lower station or he in a higher station. then perhaps this love wouldn’t be so complicated. so hidden and buried.

his fingertips ghosted down your jaw, lightly gripping your chin. he stared at your lips. you waited with bated breath. finally, he leaned down and caught your lips in a gentle kiss. if he was going to do this, he wouldn’t rush it. he’d take all night if he had to. and cherish every second while he could.

one step and then another. he walked you back towards the bed all while keeping your lips connected. he guided you carefully onto the bed, taking a brief moment to catch your breath. light kisses trailed up your jaw and back down. kisses landed anywhere he could touch. he met your gaze, steady and alight with a mix of emotions.

“i want to show you the depths of my love. i want you to feel every bit of how much i adore you.”

his words met you squarely. this one and only chance and he wanted to make the most of it. just as you did. it would be a waste of a night to not. he trailed his lips down the contours of your body, over the silk nightgown hugging every curve. he stopped where the hem met your calves. warm breath taunted burning skin. never had you wanted anything more than to feel his lips on your leg, to feel them make their way higher and higher.

his teeth dug into the plump flesh of your thigh. not hard enough to break skin, but enough to elicit a hiss of breath followed by a shaky moan. your heart raced the closer he got to your aching pussy.

propped against the pillows and your nightgown bunched around your waist, you had a clear view of diluc as his lips met yours. the first lick of his tongue had your head pressing deeply into the pillow. it was a foreign feeling. one that possibly only he could elicit. the only one you wanted to make you feel this way.

he brought his hands up under your ass, pulling you against his mouth. he moaned into you. the feeling, the taste, the reality. all of it melted together on his tongue.

“so good, princess,” he murmured. “so good.”

the bed rocked subtly as he ground his hips against the mattress. any friction was good enough, just to sate him a while longer.

your toes curled. thighs clenching tighter with each swipe and swirl of his tongue. but the worst—or best—part was each gentle suck of your clit. every earlier worry washed away, forgotten in the depths of your mind. the only thing you could focus on was his touch. each point you bodies connected, however lightly, set your skin aflame. blissfully so.

he was unhurried. taking his time as he drew you ever nearer to the peak of pleasure. his nose pressing into you clit as his tongue prodding at your sopping hole. your back arched off the bed, hands fisting the sheets. you fought hard to keep the noises budding in your throat from spilling out, lest the other knights outside begin to make assumptions. but it was a futile effort.

his name fell from your mouth amid a moan as your legs trembled with the sheer force of your orgasm. he never stopped, never slowed. he didn’t seem to care how tightly your legs closed around his head, or how harshly your hands pulled on his hair—where they had subconsciously found their way.

none of that mattered to him. not now. not ever.

it took a long moment for you to come back down. chest heaving and legs twitching. only then did he part from you. he looked up at you from his place between your legs.

“i wish you could see how beautiful you look right now,” he said, lips glistening with the evidence of your orgasm.

the thought was far too embarrassing. being so exposed in front of someone was already an ordeal of its own, to think about how you looked to him was unfathomable.

he tore you from your thoughts as he littered kisses across your belly, working his way up to your breasts, still hidden beneath silk. his lips lingered just below your collarbone as he tugged your nightgown down, enough to free your breasts.

his lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking gently. one hand came up to play with other, carefully rolling and pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. he’d be lying if he said in the years of late he hadn’t thought about this. quietly undressing you in his mind, imagining the way your breasts would look in his hands. it still seemed so unreal to him. that he was here. with you under him. time your greatest enemy. and your dear friend.

you told him he could do anything he wanted and you meant it. but he was the epitome of chivalry. never would he treat you in a way unbecoming of a princess. his touch was delicate. carefully unwrapping you with the utmost care. you could tell he was holding back, however, no amount of reassurance would make him act his deepest desires.

perhaps what that was what attracted you to him.

his devotion to his code as a knight. beyond ensuring your safety from those who may wish to do you harm.

despite loving the feeling of his mouth on your nipple, you pulled him away. you wanted his lips on yours. you didn’t want to wait any longer, not with the night slipping away. you wanted to feel him. all of him.

he seemed to understand through the touch of your lips alone. his forehead dropped against your own. “are you ready?” he whispered, breath tickling your nose.

propped on his elbows above you, his hair created a red curtain around you. encapsulating you in a world only you two belonged. where this night would never end and loving each other wouldn’t have to be a shameful secret.

you wanted to stay there forever.

“yes,” you said with what may have been too enthusiastic of a nod. your hands rested on the nape of his neck, threading through the hair there. his eyes searched yours for any hint of doubt. but your gaze was steady, unwavering.

diluc reached between your bodies to align the tip of his cock with your awaiting entrance. he sank into you slowly with a single push until his hips were flush with yours.

you winced at the stretch, nails digging into the backs of his shoulders. the pain didn’t faze him. you could draw blood and he wouldn’t bat an eye.

he kissed your cheek. “if it’s too much, we can stop.”

“no, no.” you took a deep breath and pushed your hips up. “keep going.”

he hesitated, not wanting to put your through something uncomfortable. he’d spent his whole life ensuring you were never hurt, and now he was the one causing you pain. but he trusted you. so he continued.

the first roll of his hips was short. no more than a test. the next one was longer, slower. the knot between your brows loosened with each tender thrust. your legs wrapped around his waist, nails dragging down his back.

his head fell into the crook of your neck, lips attaching to your skin. you’d heard about this feeling in conversation with other court ladies, some disagreeing with other, but you never knew how wonderful it would feel. or if it ever would again.

each long drag of his cock against your sensitive walls plucked a moan from you. the initial pain gave way to pleasure you had only ever felt in dreams that had you blushing for a whole day. you’d blush every day for months after this.

your nails decorated his back.

he spoke your name into your shoulder. not “princess” as he had always called you, but your name. you held him tighter, your pussy tightening around him with that one word.

“i’m gonna—” you were cut off by a sudden moan at the feeling of his tip hitting a spot you didn’t know could elicit such a feeling.

“just a little longer,” he said. his thrusts had grown erratic, nearing then end you were already at. little moans spilled from your lips as you came around him, back arching and breasts pressing against his chest.

he bit down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet as he came inside you. he gave a few slow, shallow rolls of his hips. your chest heaved with the effort to catch your breath.

diluc rolled over with you in his arms, not yet pulling out. if only to relish in the feeling of being in you. he stared at the ceiling and traced light shapes on your back. your head lay on his chest, his rapid heartbeat echoing in your ear.

“tell me it doesn’t have to end,” he said.

you propped yourself up on his chest, looking at him intently. “i’m not giving up on you, diluc. whatever doubts or reservations you may have for the future, i won’t give up.”

after tonight, how could you ever fathom spending your life with another man? he was the only one you dreamed of a lifetime with. and you would have that.

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #diluc smut #genshin impact x you #diluc x you #genshin x you

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katyspersonal · 9 months ago

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nobody:

Kood: Oh, so, you "like" Messmer? Say the exact amount of strength applied which it took him to impale every single Dancing Lion that he hunted. Name the day he finished reforging his spear for it to become throwable and how many times did he have to throw it. Say the exact timing, down to tens of second, which it took him to cu-

Queelign: I am literally lurking in the cemetery waiting for those graceless Hornsents to visit the graves of their killed ones to ambush and kill them too, Queen Marika would be so proud of me! :D

Wego: Man I wish I had friends, too bad I literally have no one, I am so lonely I'll have to resort to resurrecting dead people :( *spoken literally nearby fellow Knights, including his literal pupil*

Salza: Hey just because I take #1 place amongst everyone else in the Crusade in terms of how many villages and houses I've obliterated doesn't mean I am no longer an intellectual elite. I am the most civilised, cultured and intelligent person here.

Hilde: These idiots do not understand that even the Erdtree itself stand on cultural appropriation! How can we fight in the name of Marika and uh... I think that guy literally named Whore at some point, with that big lion...? if we ignore how much was stolen from the Storm Lord and Godskin Apostles? I swear I am the only one who truly gets it smh. Can't wait to get rid of all Hornsent already so we can use their knowledge to build our OWN Divine Spiral, it will be sick af 👀

Messmer: Hahah no one loves my mother as much as I do, I understand what is better for her Order more than she does herself *mood swing* I hate that bitch, why she never loved me?! *crashes a head off a statue of her* *mood swing* Oh god I am the worst being I am more of a curse upon her than any of these graceless barbarians were ever, disowning me was not enough, she should have killed me... *mood swing* I should have burnt her and her Erdtree instead while I had the chance to do so, only in death we could stand equal *mood swing* I love her so much I can at least find comfort in destroying everyone who doesn't fit her world, it is the least I can do to atone for being born graceless myself *mood swing*

Rellana: Pledge to the Golden Order was a weird era but now we are so back, Stars/Moon and Fire have always been together, since the times of Fire Giants and Astrologers! But to think of it, does the 'Fire' that swears to exterminate everything spurned of the grace of the Erdtree count, if it was Erdtree's enemy? Strange, how the very thing that existed as its enemy got tamed to serve it instead? Dammit, my flawless brilliant logic got a crack in it all because of Messmer's mommy issues!!! (still love him and will die for him tho 🥺💙)

Andreas: I can excuse fascism and genocide, but I draw the line at being a SNAKE!

Huw: <prev so real, had I known my bestie was a snake I'd definitely not go and have sooooo much fun hunting Divine Beasts. I am so deceived.

Edredd: To think of it, more soldiers got executed here for no longer wanting to do genocide than fell from the blades of Hornsents, but idk a job is a job 🤷‍♂️

Garrew: *has the most fucking questionable Crucible aspect ever seen except no one wants to actually question it*

#elden ring #shitposting #messmer the impaler #fire knights #elden ring enemies #fire knight queelign #messmer's black knights #kood captain of the fire knights #wego fire knight elder #salza fire knight sage #fire knight hilde #rellana twin moon knight #this is what they are XD

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cheolsfae · 1 year ago

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hello can you do jake as a bf please?

Sure! Celtic cross for this one! Sorry for the swearing.

*Disclaimer: Solely for shits and giggles! Please do not take this seriously. For entertainment purposes only.*

Signs: Leo, Aquarius, Scorpio, Pisces, and Taurus

Current situation: knight of swords

It could start out very passionately. Just very fire-y. Full of new curiosity. That feeling of when you meet someone new and it's just all butterflies and rainbows. Just that whole excitement of meeting someone new. So much fun and just being in each other's company feels just amazing! That honey moon phase.

Challenge: wheel of fortune

He could just take things how they come in terms of progressing a relationship. He follows the lead the other person takes I feel. If they want to move quickly, he moves quickly too. They are a slow mover, he'll move at a snails pace too. Just kind of depends how the other person chooses to progress things.

Need to focus: 4 of swords (reversed)

I think by doing this and following his partner's pace tuckers him out. He isn't doin what he needs to. He isn't going the pace he wants to nor does the relationship go the way he wants it to. It's like once that initial honey moon phase wears off, he's bored of it and wants something new. It's no longer exciting and he needs to change how he handles this. Sometimes a relationship gets boring, do something to spice it up!

Leaving/ The past: the hanged man (reversed)

He wants to change this part of himself. He doesn't want to abandon a perfectly good relationship when it gets boring. I think he could be focusing on himself to try and fix this piece of himself. He really doesn't want to be that kind of person anymore. He could have been a bit of a player and now, he's just kind of done with it. It isn't helping him any.

Strengths: knight of cups

He's good about expressing how he feels in regards to his romantic feelings for another person. He's good at opening up enough to let them in a bit. He's smooth with his words when confessing to someone he's interested in. He may be very confident and have no issue just saying how he feels towards someone which is great, love to see it!

Near future: 3 of pentacles

He might be entertaining the idea of getting into some type of relationship. I don't think it would be anything serious, just kind of a see where it goes. I'm bored, you're bored, let's fuck around and find out. That thing. Just for the hell of it. At least, that's how it could start out, it could develop into something more serious than that later down the road.

Advice: 4 of cups (reversed)

He needs to drop this pessimistic attitude towards his love life. He could be holding on to a whole lot of regret. Just beating himself up for what he's done wrong in his relationships, he needs to let it go. What happened happened. Nothing he can do about it now, it's in the past. He can, however, change now. Change how he chooses to move forward in relationships. How he views them.

Environment: 8 of pentacles

Getting past this regret, could prove to be a bit difficult. He's very busy with work so that's taking up a majority of his time. He might even be working on himself a whole hell of a lot through work. Maybe even self medicating with it. Does that make sense? A workaholic type of thing.

Hopes and Fears: 7 of cups (reversed)

He doesn't want to be swept up in delusional thinking about the next person coming into his life romantically. He could just want something very direct. He doesn't want to keep living with rose colored glasses on at every person he meets. He needs to take them off and face the reality of this person not just the fun parts.

Potential outcome: 9 of pentacles

Again, just mainly focusing on himself and building himself in his career. He isn't really looking for anything at the moment. Just wants to fix his own issues and become as successful as he can be. Just worry about himself for the time being and I think he's right for doing so. You go Glenn Coco!

#—faes readings #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jake sim #jay park #kim seonwoo #nishimura riki #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #lee heesung #enhypen #enhypen tarot

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blackcat419 · 7 months ago

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Rewriting HotD: Plot breakdown of Fire and Blood the Dance of the Dragons

Part 4: 131 A.C. to Jaehaera's Death in 133 A.C.

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

Part 3 Here

The following is an in depth plot breakdown of F&B where character moments, plot beats, difference in sources, and missing details will all be analyzed and possible solutions proposed. The timeline will start in 101 A.C. with the first great council as where the seeds of the dance were thoroughly sowed and watered to the death of Jaehaera in 133 A.C.

This is the first part of my rewriting HotD series. The next part will talk more about character arcs and expanding on them using the enneagram as a jumping off point.

Page numbers will be cited from my copy of fire and blood the 2022 Trade Paperback Tie-in Edition.

Legend

Bold for the year

Italic for character moments

Blue for Orwyle’s account

Purple for Munkun’s A True Telling

Green for Septon Eustace’s The Reign of King Viserys

Red for Mushroom’s The Testimony of Mushroom

Orange for rumors that have no source

Pink for minor sources where their credibility and bias will be discussed when they come up

(Parenthesis) will be used when I deem it necessary to comment on the story either about the plot or how the fandom views the story.

[brackets] will be used for when I want to add real world historical context.

Where Gyldayn does not identify which source he is using or which sources disagree with eachother, it will be assumed that all sources agree with each other.

Source Bias is discussed in Part 1

Because the war is barely three years, months and other year dividers will be used when mentioned.

22nd day 10th moon of the 130th year Dragon Stone

Aegon sends ravens saying Rhaenyra is dead and he'll take Kings Landing back. Pg 552

1.5 moon cycles presumably the 12th moon of the 130th year Dragon Stone

Aegon waits to sail until Alyn swears fealty to him. Pg 552

9th day of the 12th moon of 130 A.C. Dragon Stone

Sunfyre dies of his wounds. Aegon weeps and commands that Baela be put to death and is only stopped when his maester reminds him that she is Corly's granddaughter. Aegon sends another letter to Alyn commanding him to swear fealty or Baela will be executed. Pg 553

Kings Landing

Borros Baratheon and his army appear outside Kings Landing. Pg 553

Larys Strong offers to parley on behalf of Tryanstan. He, Dowager Queen Alicent, and Maester Orwyle meet with Borros Baratheon in a pavilion to discuss. Alicent cries tears of joy when she hears that Jaehaera is alive. Larys Strong promises to have Ser Perkin and his gutter knights fight to restore King Aegon for pardons, except for Trystane. Alicent agrees to have Lady Cassandra Baratheon wed Aegon and Larys agrees to marry Floris Baratheon. Pg 553-4

Borros Baratheon wants to bring Corlys Velaryon into the discussions but Alicent does not want him to join, seeing him as a traitor and wanting him dead. Larys steadies her and says they should use Corlys for what they can before disposing of him. Pg 554

Borros Baratheon takes the red keep, Ser Perkin and Alicent greet him. Trystane is already in chains. Pg 554-5

Borros disposes of Gaemon Palehair's knights the next day and brings him, his mother, his mother's lover, and his court in chains to the red keep. Pg 555

The next day, the Shepherd calls his followers to defend the Dragon Pit but only 300 show up. Borros Baratheon and Ser Perkin attack the hill from the west and south breaking through the followers and taking the Shepherd into chains back to the Red Keep. Pg 555

Alicent issues a curfew for the city which Ser Perkin reinforces and reforms the city watch. Borros Baratheon sets up his men to man the city walls. Pg 555-6

Alicent and Larys offer terms to Corlys. He rejects them and offers for Aegon the Younger to marry Jaehaera. Alicent gets angry at Corlys and reminds him she offered peace terms twice to Rhaenyra but is calmed by Larys reminding her they need his fleet. Corlys swears fealty to Aegon through Alicent and is granted a royal pardon along with all those who supported Rhaenyra. Ravens are sent just in time as Alyn prepares to invade Dragon Stone and Aegon prepares to behead Baela. Pg 556-7

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Larys Strong: easily betrays Trystane Truefyre when it seemed he placed him in power. This probably shows that Trystane was used to ensure Larys kept control of the red keep and prevented it from falling to another group. Calm Alicent's fury towards Corlys.

Alicent: weeps in joy when she learns Jaehaera is still alive. Wants Corlys dead. Furious at Corlys for the offer for Aegont to marry Jaehaera and is only calmed by Larys reminding her they need him alive and can dispose of him when they need to.

Borros Baratheon: Arrives at King's Landing after the fighting is mostly over. Though he fought a rebel called the third culture king during the dance?

Waning days of 130th year King's Landing

Aegon returns on the Mouse Alyn's mother's ship along with Ser Marston Waters, Ser Alfred Broome, the Two Toms, and Lady Baela still in chains. He is carried to the red keep in a closed litter and immediately goes to pass judgment on the three false kings. Pg. 557

Trystane is the first judged. He is at first defiant but, according to Mushroom becomes disheartened when he sees Ser Perkin has sided with Aegon. He asks to be made a knight before he dies and is knighted by Marston Waters as Trystane Fyre and beheaded by Alfred Broome with Blackfyre. Pg 557

Gaemon is made a ward of the crown. His mother confesses under torture that his father was not Aegon but actually a Lysensie oarsman. Essie, her lover Sylvenna Sand, and 27 of Gaemon's court are hung. pg 558

The Shepherd does not confess his crimes and says that Aegon will meet him in hell by the year's end. He has his tongue ripped out with hot pincers and he and his followers are tied to stakes to be burned with Aegon lighting the Shepherd's pier. Pg 558

Aegon urged by Alicent sends soldiers to capture the lords of the Crownlands that opposed him. Rosby, Stokeworth, and Duskendale are forced to lower Rhaenyra's banners and are marched back to King's Landing to swear fealty and pay ransom for their release. This only hardens the hearts of the Queen's men who father at Winterfell, White Harbor, and Barrowton. Elmo Tully, now lord, calls his banners against Aegon, Benjicot and Black Aly Blackwood, Sabitha Frey, Lord Hugo Vance, Lord Jorah Mallister, Lord Roland Darry, and even Humphrey Bracken as they do not wish to pay the ransom. Jeyne Arryn also has men and ships gathering with Rhaena's newly hatched dragon Morning. Pg 558-60

Aegon is urged to claim Silverwing to secure his claim to the throne. Aegon says he'll have a new Sunfyre and sends for eggs from Dragon Stone. Mushroom says he chose a purple and gold egg to sit on like a turd. Pg 560

Orwyle is released from the black cells and reveals the turmoil in the green council. Corly favored pardoning the lords and finding peace while Aegon wishes to wed and send Aegon the younger to the wall or geld him. Tyland advises killing him outright. Larys brings the council around to placate Corlys while Alyn is not within reach. Pg 560-2

Larys tells Corlys of the council's plan to give him what he wants before killing him but cautions patience. Pg 563

Orwyle records that Aegon's right leg was broken in two places but healed well. The left shattered and withered, he suggested removing it but Aegon refused. He regained the ability to walk with a crutch. Pg 564

Mushroom says Aegon only took pleasure by watching one of his favorites, guards, or Mushroom himself have sex with a woman. Afterward, he would call Septon Eustace and confess his sins. Eustace mentions no such thing. Pg 564

Aegon orders the Dragon Pit to be rebuilt with statues of his brothers. He also burns the proclamations of Gaemon and Trystane. Pg 564

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Alyn of Hull: Mushroom says Alyn chose the Mouse to insult Aegon "Lord Alyn was an insolent boy and did not love his king." Pg 557

Aegon: refuses to take any painkillers and immediately goes to ruling.

Trystane Truefyre: Does not beg for mercy but only asks to be made a knight

Alicent: Urges Aegon to seek vengeance against those who opposed him.

Larys: Mushroom says he would have made a splendid fool because his words were dripped with honey and made poison taste sweet. Described as sly secretive, yet plausible and pleasant when need be.

Westeros

Cregan Stark marches down the Neck with 20 thousand savages according to Eustace and 8 thousand according to Munkun. Pg 564

Jeyne Arryn sends 10 thousand soldiers from Gulltown under the command of Lord Leowyn Corbray and his brother Ser Corwyn. Pg 564-5

Six thousand men gather at the Trident under Elmo Tully and then under his eldest son Kermit Tully after his death from drinking bad water. Pg 565

Borros Baratheon meets the Riverlanders on the King's Road in the Battle of the King's Road or the Muddy Mess. Borros charges the Riverlander forces and is torn apart by the longbows. Bloody Ben attacks the Baratheon host along their flank. When Borros orders his reserve troops to advance, the Stokeworth, Rosby, and Hayford troops do not move. The Duskendale troops go over to the enemy. And the boys from Flea Bottom flee. Borros's horse is killed by Black Aly and he fights on foot, killing countless men-at-arms, a dozen knights, and the Lords Mallister and Darry. Kermit Tully tells him to yield but Borros refuses, rushing at the boy and being taken out by his Morningstar. Pg 565-6

Seven days later, Borros' wife gives birth to a son who he wishes to be named Aegon, instead, the boy is named Royce after his wife's father. Pg 566 footnote

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Borros Baratheon: dies fighting for King Aegon, refusing to surrender.

Kings Landing

The Green Council sends ravens to their allies to ask for support but only get excuses. The Lannisters are too busy fighting the Ironborn, the Hightowers lost too many men, and the Tyrells are uncertain of their men's loyalty. Tyland Lannister, Ser Marston Waters, and Ser Julian Wormwood have not returned from the free cities to get sellswords. Pg 566-7

Corlys pushes Aegon to surrender and let Aegon the Younger give him to the black, while Alicent pushes Aegon to use Aegon the Younger and Baela as hostages against the remaining queen's men and the Velaryons. Aegon sides with Alicent and tells Corlys to make Alyn fight or risk Baela's death. Pg 567

Ser Alfred Broome is killed by Ser Perkin the flea, pushed off the drawbridge of Maegor's holdfast into the spike pit. Tom Tangleton is beheaded and his father Tom Tanglebeard is drowned in a cask of ale. Baela is taken to safety by agents of Lord Larys Strong. Eustace says 24 men were killed, Munkun says 21, and Mushroom claims to have seen the royal food taster killed and had to hide to avoid the same fate. Pg 568

Alicent was imprisoned in the dungeons and her guards were killed by Velaryon men. Pg 568-9

After a council meeting, Aegon II takes his litter to the sept. In it, he drinks Sweet Arbor Red where he dies from poisoning. Pg 569

Corlys greets Kermit Tully outside the walls of Kings Landing and tells them Aegon II is dead. The Velaryon ships in the Blackwater Bay raise the red Targaryen banner. Pg 570

On the 7th day of the 7th moon of 131st, Aegon III and Jaehaera are wed.

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Corlys Velaryon: pushes for Aegon to abdicate in favor of Aegon the Younger and leaves when Aegon says he won't do that. He doesn't try to plead, curse, or threaten him, just leaves. Sides with Larys Strong to take power form

Aegon: Seems hopeful that Aegon the Younger might let him take the black but is easily convinced by his mother that he needs to ensure his survival by using Aegon and Baela as hostages.

Alicent: Pushes Aegon to not surrender and uses Aegon the younger and Baela as hostages.

The False Dawn 131 AC King's Landing

Oscar Tully is knighted after the battle of the King's Road. Pg 574.

Benjicot, Oscar, and Kermit talk with Corlys outside the Gate of the Gods. The three are known as 'the lads'. Pg 575

The Riverlords come to bend the knee to Aegon III and the smallfolks cheer as they ride through the city. Mushroom suggests the smallfolks actions were orchestrated by Larys Strong.

The lads come upon Aegon II's body laid out upon a bier as Queen Alicent weeps over him. Pg 576

Aegon II's allies surrender and welcome the Riverlords with only Dragonstone holding out before the staff killed the knights. Pg 576

Eustace says a strange euphoria overtook King's Landing while Mushroom says the city was drunk. Pg 576

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Aegon III: said little and did less, and lived a life steeped in grief and melancholy. Little joy in marriage or fatherhood. Singularly joyless man. Did not drink, hawk, vacation, indulge in food, and didn't attend tourneys. Mushroom says as a lad he smiled little and laughed less. Pg 572

Oscar Tully: Prideful second son. Pg 574

Benjicot Blackwood: Doesnt weep after the battle Pg 575

Sabitha Frey: Mushroom says 'Sharp-faced, sharp-tongued harridan of House Vypen, who would sooner ride than dance, wore mail instead of silk, and was fond of killing men and kissing women' Pg 575

Benjicot and Alysanne Blackwood: See poison as an unhonorable weapon and disquiet about Aegon II's death. Pg 576

Alicent Hightower: Weeps over Aegon II's body. Pg 576

The Hour of the Wolf Kings Landing

The celebration ends when Cregan Stark arrives and the lads shrink and give him authority. Pg 578

Cregan wants to fulfill Jace's promise to him despite Jace and Rhaenyra being dead. Corlys tells him the war is over and he's too late. Creagan states his plan to continue the war on Aegon II's old allies. Corlys pleads for peace but Creagon is not moved and accuses Corlys of King slaying. Pg 578-9

Creagan and the Northmen imprison Corlys, Larys, Perkin, Orwyle, Questace, and half a hundred others. Pg 579

Cregan berates the lads for not forcing all enemies to yield and reminds them that Tyland Lannister, Marston Waters, and Julian Wormwood going to Essos for sellswords. The lads agree to continue the war, Munkun says willingly because of battle lust while Mushroom says they did so out of fear. Pg 580

Followers of the Shepherd called the reborn rise and called for the destruction of the godless northerners. A bloody melee breaks out over a sex worker between Tully and Stark men. A younger son of Lord Hornwood and two bannermen dispear at night, Mushroom says they were turned into soup. Pg 581

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Corlys Velaryon: Corlys pleads for peace from Cregan. Pg 579

Cregan Stark: Strong arms everyone into continuing the war. Pg 579-580

Westeros

The Valemen under the Corbray brothers leave Maidne pool. Duskendale and Alyn Velaryon threaten to attack if Corlys is not set free. Jeyne Arryn and Rhaena leave for Gulltown. It is rumored that Marston Waters returned with 10K sellswords and that the Lannisters and Hightowers are on the march. Pg 581

Mushroom says the women made peace with ravens, words, and kisses. Pg 583

Johanna Lannister negotiates for Tyland's pardon, offers two daughters as companions for Jaehaera, and swears allegiance if the crown will help deal with the Greyjoys and rescue the hostages. Pg 583

Elanda Baratheon surrenders and sends three daughters, Willis Fell, and Jaehaera to King's Landing. Pg 583-4

Mushroom says Lady Samanda Tarly guides Lord Lyonel Hightower to surrender in exchange for marrying her. Munkun says he surrendered to keep his brother from being killed by the Tyrells. Pg 584-5

King's Landing

Cregan investigates Aegon II's death. Aegon III is held captive in Maegor's holdfast with Gaemon Palehair. Pg 581-3

Lady Jeyne Arryn arrives with Rhaena and Morning. Rhaena and Baela become darlings of the city and are uncontrollable by Cregan. Pg 585

Cregan forces the council to put Aegon II's murderers to death. Aegon III names Cregan Hand of the King. He judges Septon Eustace innocent, Orwyle guilty of giving the poison to Larys, Ser Gyles Belgrave for either poisoning or allowing Aegon II to be poisoned, and 22 more including the litter bearers, herald, keeper of the wine cellars, the serving man, along with those who killed the two Toms and Ummet the food taster. Ser Perkin is also sentenced to death along with Alicent's captors. Baela pleads for the lives of the men who saved her. Pg 586-8

Corlys confesses to murdering Aegon, saying he did it for the good of the realm. Larys does not confess nor deny the accusations. The two are condemned to death. No one speaks up for Larys but many do for Corlys. Rhaena and Baela get Aegon III to pardon Corlys. Pg 586-9

Cregan decides not to execute Corlys. Eustace says the mother moved him or he feared what Alyn would do. Mushroom says Black Aly swayed Cregan with the promise of marriage. Pg 589

Ser Perkin is the first in line for execution and asks to take the Black, many others follow his lead. The only two men executed were Ser Gyles Belgrave and Larys Strong. Pg 592

Larys' clubfoot is cut off and goes missing before it can be burned. Mushroom says the foot was sold to a sorcerer. Pg 592

Cregna Stark resigns as hand the next day and returns north. Pg 593

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Cregan Stark: Tells Aegon the younger that false friends are more dangerous than enemies. Pg 582-3 Swayed to not execute Corlys for religious reasons, fear of Alyn's fleet, or seduction by Black Aly. Pg 589 Gives up power as hand and leaves for the North with Black Aly. Pg 593

Aegon III: Tells his guards to get Morning away from him when he sees her. Pg 586-8

Baela Targaryen: Brandishes a sword against Cregan to have her rescuers' lives spared. 586-8

Corlys Velaryon: He says he murdered Aegon for the good of the realm and has many supporters. Pg 589

Larys Strong: Does not speak in his own defense or confess. No one speaks up for him. Pg 589

Alysanne Blackwood: Sways Cregan not to execute Corlys.

Under the Regents (Brief Overview focused on Characterization)

Black Aly proposes Cregan's men marry the Riverland widows. Pg 594

The Lords gather at Kingslanding to celebrate the wedding of Aegon and Jaehaera. Embassies and nobility from Essos and the Southern Islands join. Pg 595-6

Aegon and Jaehaera wed on the 7th day of the 7th month of the 131st year. Pg 596

Willis Fell is appointed Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Marston Waters is appointed to the Kingsguard (both greens). The rest of the white cloaks are given to the Blacks. Pg 597

Tyland Lannister (green) is named Hand of the King, Lord Leowyn Corbray (black) is named Protector of the realm. The Council includes Jeyne Arryn (black), Corlys Velaryon (Black), Roland Westerling (green), Royce Caron (green), Manfryd Mooton (black then green), Torhen Manderly (black), and Grand Maester Munkun (neutral). Pg 597

Orwyle escapes from prison and the guard that freed him is forced to take his place and take the black. Pg 598

Alicent is kept locked away in Maegor's holdfast. Pg 600

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Alysanne Blackwood: Organizes riverland widows marrying Northmen. Pg 594

Oscar Tully: Establishes and leads the sellsword company the Stormbreakers, showing his eagerness to prove himself and lust for battle. Pg 595

Orwyle: Renounces his promise to take the black and flees. Pg 599

Tyland Lannister: wears a silkhood to hide his disfigurement to spare the ladies at court. Very loyal to Aegon III, claiming not to remember who was green or black because of the torture. Quickly achieves dominance over Loewyn Corbray. Pg 599

Alicent: heart turned to stone after Aegon II's death. Could not be trusted to be around Aegon III without trying to kill him and instructing Jaehaera to kill him. Pg 599

Jaehaera: screams when Alicent tells her to kill Aegon. Pg 599

The Iron Islands and Westerlands

War continues with Dalton Greyjoy attacking the Westerlands. Pg 600

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Dalton Greyjoy: Refuses to end attacks on the westerlands claiming the women wanted to be taken captive by the ironborn. Pg 600-1

Kingslanding

Maester Orwlye is found to be living in a brothel after teaching the sex workers to read. Tyland saves Orwyle from death and has him confined to a tower cell. Pg 603-4

Jeyne Arryn and Lord Caron both leave the capital due to raids from mountain clans and the dornish in their territories. Corlys dies on the 6th day of the 3rd moon of the 132nd year. Pg 604

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Aegon III: Munkun writes that he is a broken kid with no joy in him. He does not have hobbies and seems pained when having to speak. His only friend is Gaemon Palehair. He does not sleep through the night. Emotionally numb except to express fear of dragons. Munkun says he is dead inside. Pg 602

Jaehaera: Munkun writes that she is she has no joy and does not laugh, or play. She wets her bed and weeps inconsolably when corrected, and her handmaids said she was regressing back to age four. Munkun laced her milk with sweet sleep to make sure she did not collapse during the wedding. Pg 602-3

Tyland Lannister: Goes out of his way to ensure Orwyle is not killed. Mushroom and Eustace say he did it because he and Orwyle are friends. Pg 604

Orwyle: cares for the sex workers and teaches them to read, which leads to him being caught. Pg 603.

Driftmark

Two of the surviving silent five and Vaemond's son contest Alyn being made lord of Driftmark. When denied, Vaemond's son reconcile with Alyn and are given lands while the two silent men attempt to kill Alyn, only for one to be killed by the Driftmark guards and the other forced to take the black. Pg 606-7

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Alyn Velaryon: is bold enough to attempt to claim Corly's seat but is refused by Tyland for his age. Pg 607

Kingslanding

Tyland looks to secure the line of succession if Aegon III dies. Pg 607

Baela rebuffs any match for her and runs away to wed Alyn Velaryon. Tyland convinces the regents to accept the match as Alyn is of noble blood. Pg 610-1

Rhaena is more amiable to marriage and is wed to Corwyn Corbray who she grew fond of while in the Vale. Pg 611-2

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Aegon III: Suggests Gaemon Palehair be named his heir, showing his friendship with the boy. Pg 607

Baela and Rhaena: Take over being the symbols of the royal family for Aegon and Jaehaera. The two receive envoys and lords, give to the poor, and host feasts. Pg 607

Rhaena: delights at being the center of the court. Rhaena lived a life of luxury in the Vale and had men fawning over her there and in Kingslanding. Takes Morning with her everywhere. Pg 608-9

Baela: bristles at praise and mocks and torments her suitors. Perhaps seeing though the suitors only want her for being Aegon's presumed heir. Loves to ride, keeps her hair short, sneaks out to the city, and goes on drunken horse rides. Pg 608-9

Westerlands

Johanna Lannister: dawns man's armor and leads the men of Lannisport and Casterly Rock against the Ironborn Reavers. Songs say she slayed a dozen ironborn but other sources say she did not carry a sword into battle but a banner. Pg 614

Oldtown

Samantha Tarly: When denied entry into all septs for being the mistress of her stepson, she rides into the starry sept to hold the High Septon hostage till he allows her entrance. Pg 614-5

Harrenhal

Alys Rivers takes Harrenhal as her castle and has a small following proclaiming her son Aemonds' trueborn son and rightful king of the Iron throne. Pg 615

Ser Regis Grove of the King's Guard and Damon Darry attempt to retake the castle. Alys raises a hand and Ser Regis dies either from magic, arrows, or according to Mushroom, a slingshot. The castle gates open, and Daemon and the remaining men are set upon with only 32 returning to Darry. Pg 615-6

A few men taken prisoner return to Darry with a message, don't attack Harrenhal unless its to proclaim Alys' son king and don't laugh at the messenger or he dies. Someone laughed and the messenger seemed to choke to death with the bruises of a woman's hand around his neck. Pg 616

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Alys Rivers: Takes Harrenhal as her new seat in the name of her son with Aemond. Possibly has magic? Pg 614-6

Kingslanding

Jaehaera dies on the 22nd day of the 9th month of 133 AC by falling from her window. The small folk grieve and rumors spread of the reason she died to her being murdered. The city goes mad accusing many people but the only true suspect is Unwin Peake. Pg 638-9

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Alicent Hightower: Cries more than she reads or sews. Aversion to the color green. Grew delirious in her last days, wishing to see her children and Jaehaerys I again but never mentions Viserys. Pg 618-9

Orwyle: Freed from his imprisonment and takes care of the sick instead of attempting to run again. Sits by Tyland's bedside as he dies Pg 619

Aegon III: Sits with the dying in silence and cares for them. Sits by Tyland when he dies. Pg 619 Gaemon is used as a whipping boy to punish Aegon when he doesn't follow instructions. Shows Aegon's love for Gaemon. Pg 627 Watches the executions of men like he is a wax statue, not seeing what is happening, probably disassociating. Pg 629

Unwin Peake: Overrides Aegon's appointments and goes ahead without recalling the council member who left Kingslanding showing him reaching for power. House Peake had lost a lot of power and relevance after the Targaryen conquest leading to Unwin wanting to claim more power for his house. Places his kin and men in powerful positions in the city. Thought command of the green army in Tumbleton should have gone to him after Ormound Hightower's death. Is not a trusting man. Pg 622-5

Alyn Velaryon: Proud and headstrong Pg 635

Jaehaera Targaryen: A frightened child who hid away in her room but seemed content there with her ladies, dolls, and kittens. Pg 638

#hotd #house of the dragon #asoiaf #fire and blood #Fire and Blood timeline #fire and blood discussion #Hotd Rewrite #Alicent Hightower #Corlys Velaryon #Baela Targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #aegon iii targaryen #Aegon the younger #aegon ii targaryen #Aegon the elder #Jaehaera Targaryen

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trolagygirl2022 · 2 years ago

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Heyy

Can you di a reading on what each riize members think of the whole situation with the thousands of scandal about seunghan?

Do you think anyone wants him to leave?

Anton: The World rev, Knight of Pentacles rev, 8 of Wands rev, 10 of Swords, 4 of Wands, 5 of Wands, The Hierophant.

I really like reading him, he's very precise with his words and gives me a clear answer. So yeah he doesn't think positively of it at all. He thinks that his antics are gonna put everyone's hard work into waste as he's ruining the stability and harmony of the group. "It's going to bite him but by the time he finds out it will be too late". He thinks he is slowing down the group's success. He thinks Seunghan is very reckless and stupid and he worries if the group could recover from this. He may have tried putting some sense into him too. He thinks Seunghan should try being more traditional or be smart on how he goes about things.

Eunseok: The fool, 6 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, 6 of Pentacles, 9 of Cups, King of Cups.

He thinks Seunghan is too adventurous for this industry. "Acting like these westerners" is what came to mind. He's trying to focus on himself and his career but he can't help but feel sad about this and is concerned about himself. He probably had issues with Seunghan in the dorms.

Sungchan: 6 of Wands, 5 of Wands, The Magician, Death, 10 of Wands, Page of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, 7 of Cups, 8 of Swords.

He thinks Seunghan is a delusional little bitch that doesn't care about his reputation (sorry but he went OFF ahah). I'm picturing him swearing ahah. He thinks it's going to impact the group and him too and he's tired of having to face the consequences of his actions. He's quite trapped and tired. He too is trying to focus on his career but it causes a lot of issues in their dynamic.

Shotaro: King of Wands, Queen of Wands, 10 of Wands rev, The Emperor, The Hanged Man, Queen of Swords, The Moon, 3 of Pentacles, The devil.

This one is like the "dad" of the group. He tries to keep things under control but he thinks it's too much for him to bear. Shotaro thinks Seunghan is too reckless and fake as well. He thinks it's affecting the teamwork and causing unnecessary controversy. He feels tied up and just done.

Sohee: The Wheel of Fortune, The High Priestess, 2 of Swords, King of Wands, Knight of Swords rev, The World rev, Knight of Pentacles rev, 8 of Wands rev.

Does Sohee have tea on him?? It seems like there is something he knows that he's being quiet about. Anyways, Sohee thinks this is his karma and he deserves all what's coming to him though he thinks he may not move on from this as it's affecting him too. Sohee thinks Seunghan is too reckless, impulsive and doesn't think before doing things. "Your taking us all down with you".

Wonbin: 3 of Wands rev, 9 of Swords, The World, 8 of Wands, Knight of Pentacles rev, Death, Knight of Wands.

This guy is really worried. He wants to move on but it keeps piling up and up. It's just keeps happening and he's so puzzled and anxious. He thinks Seunghan is reckless and he's feeling quite unsure at the moment.

#riize tarot #riize tarot reading #riize wonbin tarot #anton riize tarot #wonbin riize tarot #kpop tarot

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age-of-moonknight · 2 years ago

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“The Terminal Seconds of Moon Knight,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #30.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Moon Knight vol. 9 #Moon Knight 2021 #Moon Knight comics #Reese #Hunter’s Moon #Yehya Badr #Tigra #Greer Grant #Soldier #8-Ball #Jeff Hagees #the parallelssss to the opening issues I swear not to be dramatic on…well…sideblog but parallels shall be the death of me #and they all look so GOOD too #also a big fan of binning that dusty Khonshu statue in favour of this new statue #love all the possible avenues of speculation for who will be taking up as Moon Knight in the next series #out here implicating it could even be 8-Ball #or it could be an I am Spartacus situation where they share the mantle of Moon Knight #or shoot Marc could be back already and doing that thing like when he pretended to be Midnight Man (I’d be down hahaha)#currently I’m leaning a little toward Reese #but I may be biased because last week I saw a comment saying ‘ew looks like they’re making the [derogatory descriptor for disabled people]#black girl the new Sentry’ and even as a big fan of Bob Reynolds I’ve been letting that comment rankle me all week SO #I’ve got my fingers crossed that Mr. MacKay at the very least isn’t done with Reese #(and Soldier too I would always love to get more of him…like a name maybe alshdksk)

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vitaminseetarot · 2 years ago

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PAC: 11/11 Self-Care Messages 🍊🌚🦂

Hey y'all. I'm here to take a brief break from NaNoWriMo (I've been making big progress, I swear!). I've heard from some astrologers that this new moon is going to be rather strong, similar to the energy of the full moon.

After some scouring through the web to find horoscopes that weren't all doom and gloom, I figured now would be a good time to draw some cards for a few wellness messages. This was done to check current mood and energy and suggest healing or wellness methods mainly for stress relief.

I emphasize that if you have a real medical issue, best to take it to a doctor, even if you're thinking it's possibly a psychic thing.

Please choose your pile based on palette color below:

Pile 1 - Tropics Pile 2 - Pinkadelic Pile 3 - Mysterious Night Pile 4 - Solar Energy

Take care~☼

Pile 1: Tropics

The World, Peace, Surrender, Salt Bath, Receive, King of Cups, Knight of Swords, Seven of Coins

So you've done it, or it's been done. You've checked the items off your list. You've asked others if there was more to do only to be met with shaking heads saying "no, but thanks." So what to do now? It's easy to get used to this position of needing to be the big helper all the time. A king of cups taking on the world wants to solve every problem and won't rest until everyone is satisfied. But what would all of that take? Is it worth draining your cup, especially when others are learning to rely on it so much?

Your cards are suggesting a much needed rest time. If it's not a salt bath, then try just resting in bed, a brief sunbath, or a massage therapy session. It's not just resting your body, but your mind. You got two color cards which fell out. Surrender the mind for peace within the body. They're linked in this case. Knight of Swords says whatever happens to one will quickly affect the other. Recovery may take some time so please give yourself space to breathe.

This could be a specific message for some out there. I felt a brief pang in my chest that went away as soon as your reading was finished. I don't usually interpret this Salt Bath card in such a literal way, but… please watch your salt intake, more or less, make sure you're getting iodized salt. Some of you may be worried about doctor's visits? Just make sure you're drinking enough water in between salty meals. Keep your stress levels down, above all.

Take care of your heart health and try not to run yourself ragged with too many assignments and crisis alerts going off (what the heck there's a random phone alarm going off in my house now JUST as I'm typing this! And then it stopped as soon as I got up! Crazy). The message is to not respond to every single call and alarm that goes off okay! You definitely need time to rest, and boundaries for said rest. I mean deeply rest and clear your mind, let yourself suspend from the schedule with some suds. You can't get away to paradise forever, but you can create for yourself a moment in time.

Pile 2: Pinkadelic

Five of Coins, Trust, Bodega Cat, Acceptance, VI The Lovers, XVII Star, Ace of Cups

Tick tock, you've been waiting a while for this to come around in your life. I feel this is strongly a love related reading but let's see. If it's not a romantic partner you're attracting, it's a fresh start at life or spiritual awakening, the feeling of falling in love again with life. You've likely been waiting for a while, stuck in a limbo state, learning how to remain comfortable or at least steady in the unknown. Yet you're eager for that "more" or "other" kind of experience. The type of manifestation that makes life feel magical and new.

You need a quick pep talk. I might get a little cheesy with the message, but here goes: For anyone who has yet to meet you, you are that magic spark in their life. You're radiating the energy of wish making and affection and that has an effect on others around you. You're already on the way to attracting the one who will properly recognize that for you. I'm picking up on a lot of artists in this pile. Your magic seeps through to your art, your aura or energy rubs off onto what you make, and somebody special will see the talent in your work. You have way more talent in the arts than you think.

With that said, the Bodega Cat is a lucky cat here to remind you of your independence. You ultimately don't need anyone to come along and remind you of how amazing your work is. Once you see it for yourself, they will come. Once you see it as done, they will show. Perhaps more than it may seem right now. Just like the cat can be itself and people will show up to pet it and take pictures, whatever you bring forth will carry that same unique charm naturally.

You may be in the mood to go on a shopping spree. Treat yourself to something small and nice, like candy or a new t-shirt, it doesn't have to be extravagant. I recommend affirmations specifically on self-love for you, pile 2. Take a mirror marker and write nice things on your mirror. Pet a lucky cat when one stops by, as well! Sweeten your water with some fresh fruit for a sensual touch. Trust and believe. All of this beautiful magical energy is bursting outwards from you! Accept the wish that's there out in front of you.

Pile 3: Mysterious Night

Three of Swords, Growth, Dandelion, Perspective, XII Hanged Man, King of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune

I can tell that whatever has happened in the last few months, you've taken on a hurdle of challenges to get to where you are now. You've had to learn some harsh lessons, some of which may have felt like they were coming out of nowhere. The word 'Disappointment' was clear and capitalized. It seemed like you took many chances or opportunities on, only to be spun around and left in the dark to figure things out on your own. This last cycle was a particular struggle to build resilience while maintaining the motivation to keep moving toward your goals.

But look, you got both the Growth and Dandelion card in your reading! This is truly signifying how much you've really fought back and continued to nurture yourself in spite of the circumstances thrown in your face over and over. There's a spirit of not giving up even when you let yourself have the chance to process the feeling otherwise. Determination isn't about pretending to be happy in spite of comebacks. Disappointments happen; it's a chance to cry it out before smiling again, it's an umbrella and rain coat to let the day rain from time to time instead of expecting the skies to always stay clear.

You've weathered so much and gained an abundance of wisdom this past season, it's like at this point you're gearing up to be ready for whatever comes next. I don't know if you are necessarily expecting good things to come your way, however. Those might be the very things to sweep you off your feet. Or you may still be too on guard to notice the good luck. It's like the dandelion has gotten acclimated to the cracks, but is it ready for the wheel to turn and for the water to flow in between?

I feel like this whole reading is about being ready for a level up. If you need 999 XP to do so, then right now you're at 900. You're getting to the finish line. But instead of getting too worked up about the end result, however, you've mastered the art of hanging back and waiting for when the time is right. Your new perspective allows you to lay back and take a breather between these strong growth spurts. Remember to stay grounded to your toughened roots, pile 3. Try out grounding exercises and meditations. Spend time out in nature when considering the next moves you're going to make in life. No need to rush this kind of growth.

Pile 4: Solar Energy

Two of Swords, Fear, What You Seek is Seeking You, Change, XV The Devil, Ten of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles

I always forget how terrifying the devil card is in this deck lol! In fact I'm seeing and sensing a LOT of fear and anxiety in this pile which is why I went and added an extra tarot card. Six is pentacles on top of the deck is good as it shows help is on the way soon. Remember to stay centered and calm at this time, your chance to heal is coming for you, but you may need to yield some of the resistance behind allowing the change necessary to make way for that healing to occur.

It seems as though your pile conjures images of wanting to see daylight at the end of the tunnel. You feel that change is coming very soon and you're not sure if you're able to handle the next cycle after the one that you've been through. Quite the wringer you've been in for some time… I think a lot of y'all have done some shadow work recently, and it has not been the easiest. It's not always about meditating and journaling. Sometimes it's about seeing how simple, basic fears that are universal to humankind can get distorted and become something much more twisted. When you work past the scary parts, you can see the fear for what it really is. 10 of Swords is Sun in Gemini, learning that sometimes overthinking isn't going to solve the problem, especially when the worst is already past you.

A lot of good things seem to be underway for you even if they're not present at the moment. You've done a fair share of rummaging in the attic and going through all the old, little things. You're going through an extensive clearing out phase. Give yourself the opportunity to put the swords of caution down and accept a gentle wave of positive changes to restructure your life piece by piece.

I'm also getting that this pile may be particularly affected by seasonal affective disorder. Make sure to go out and get some sunlight outside, through windows, or UV lamps. I don't know for sure how Vitamin D supplements would help and you'll want to be careful with St John's Wort if you're on medication, but John's Wort is a good supplement I use for my tea to combat the winter blues. If you sense that your mental state may be getting triggered by lack of sunlight, please look into it.

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Moon Knight (2022) and the tale of 'Oops! Unintentional OCD representation.'

Disclaimers before I start this: - I have been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. OCD affects everyone differently (for example, I do experience compulsions and the things that can come from them ( Dissasocation, severe Anxiety/Panic Attacks, etc) however I also have issues with things like intrusive thoughts and a need for rountine) so I feel the need to note that this is written from a point of my own experiences.

-On the other hand, I do not have DID. If I somehow misinterepret something/make an error, please do inform me.

-I know that many of these (especially getting into Steven's part) are interpreted by the fandom (including autistic people) as Autistic traits. This is in no way an attempt to 'disprove' that headcanon or speak over other's voices. I actually agree with this headcanon, this is just my way of overanalyzing and reading into things (And also projecting on my comfort characters. Probably. Definitely.)

-I am nothing psycholgical. I was forced to read a lot of stuff on this topic growing up because my mother tried to convince me I was 'normal' while actively knowing I'd been diagnosed. Take all of this tongue and cheek.

-This isn't in any praticular order. it's just me rambling.

-my spellcheck hates tumblr for some reason. spelling errors may be in here. I am sorry.

Essay (it wasn't supposed to go on this long I swear.) incoming after the break:

So, first of all, this is entirely based off show canon. Which means Jake bebe I'm sorry but you aren't going to get much detail in this post. If the comic people wanna jump in, you know I encourage it.

I think, personally, Marc is the most obvious contender for 'specifically ocd things'. Where do I get this? His mannerisms. The specific things he does. the godsdamn cubs hat iykyk.

...bet you thought I was gonna say Steven, didn't you? Yeah, well, I thought I was gonna say that too but then I thought about it more (I'll get to him, I promise.)

So, Marc. Marc Spector. Marc 'Let me become your adopted sister and not in a weird way' Spector. (this man seriously reminds me of my half brother I..it's a little scary not gonna lie.)

What about this man am I reading too much into for this? well..there's a lot..actually. So, the most glaring (i think) is the fact that this.man.hyperfixates.fight.me. When he was a kid, he hyperfixated on space and science fiction (going off what we see in his childhood bedroom..and my limted comic knowlege...) and later, closer to everything that happened with Randall, it was Tomb Buster. My main jumping off point for that is the 'constant rewatching of something linked to a hyperfixation when you need comfort' thing is uh...well lets just say the week after the election I rewatched Moon Knight somewhere around five times. in a row. yeah uh-moving on.

Playing off the back of it and just to be safe- TW (starting at the first * and ending at the second *): Gonna talk about Alchohol and Addiction for a moment.

It is..believed (using that wording here both to be safe and because this is coming from the psych stuff my mother made me read to prove I was 'normal'..it didn't.) that those with OCD have a tendency towards addictive personailty traits and higher risk for addictions as a result. That plays a lot into the 'Obsessive' part of the disorder (as well as Hyperfixations.) and can apply to anything from caffeine to alchohol. And everything else. Of course, this doesn't apply to everyone with the disorder, I'm only using this as a lead in to my next bit of analyizing.

To be clear, I don't think Marc is straight up an Alcoholic, I think he has a tendency to turn towards some..unhealthy..coping mechanisms, but I don't think he's been written to be an Alcoholic. I do think what I mentioned a second ago plays into his. Addictive Personailty traits can play into these types of unhealthy coping mechanisms, and I'm choosing to think that's what we're seeing in Marc: He's not necssecarily an Alcoholic, but he turns to it as a coping mechanism in part because he has a tendency towards addiction and a craving for some form of vice hardcoded into his brain. Alcohol isn't the adiction here. Self destructive behavior is.

(I could go even further with this and talk about the semi-popular headcanon I've seen bouncing around that Jake smokes cigarettes as a way to deal with stress and how that could play into this buuuuut I don't wanna.)

(ALSO could go into this and talk about the fact that OCD is believed to be something that can be passed on geneticly and talk about W**dy but I'm not even going to try to get into that)

(I relate to Marc because I to am a neurodivergent midwesterner with Mommy Issues.)

Marc also has a lot of mannerisms that I, personally, see myself doing everytime I'm wrangling my brain against intrusive thoughts or a compulsion. Not going to go into much detail here, but I will say: all of Episode Five, Marc bumbling (because thats what he's doing. fight me.) around Cairo in Episode Three, and the last scene in London in Episode Two.

Getting a bit more into headcanon territory now (That is to say, I have no real proof of this, it's all speculation): I think Marc's compulsions tend to be very much drawn from his trauma. This is something that can happen and I have experienced first hand (A great example of this in media is the opening of Lilo and Stitch.). If he drops a plate or a mug, he'll run his hand over the floor again and again because what if there's a piece of glass on the floor still and she steps on it. Also, door locks. but specfically his bedroom door (when he has one *looks at Steven's flat*). He has to make sure it's locked. Because that held her off for as long as possible, and if he just has a few more moments - Layla questions this at first, and he just explains it away as anxities from the job they do.

Also, it's believed OCD can cause Mood Swings. Do with this information what you will because if I try to do anymore over analyzing on that topic alone this post will take two years to read.

..and because of that, I'm gonna put Marc up on a shelf with a blanket and a marble maze and talk about Steven for a bit.

Steven is actually a little easier to talk about here...and that's why I had to put one of the disclaimers that I did up top...because of what I'm gonna get into.

So first off, the entire gods-darn opening to Episode One..after the stuff with Harrow in the very beginning..obviously. The way his little morning routine is shown, step by step like it is, feels like, to me, a ritual. Specifically, one that started as one thing and then turned into a ritual (I've...uhuh...experienced this before.). The way it's filmed feels like the implication is that he does these exact things. in the exact same order. exactly the same. every time. I doubt that's what the intention was, but damn if that doesn't hit me right between the ribs.

That one is the most glaring when it comes to Steven - hell, that was something I picked up on the very first time I watched Moon Knight back in 2022, and ultimately what made me want to come back to this after I rewatched it again and..well, again, watched MK five times in a row the week after the election. There are some other examples that I personally read into as being potential for ocd symptoms/related issues, but they are a lot smaller. The other thing I can say I notice with Steven is repetitive motion and finding what seems to be some form of comfort in that. The Rubiks cube, as an example, that is something that involves a constant string of repetitive motions in order to even come close to solving it (I would know..I have never solved one. yet. But I've gotten very close!).

Now would be a good time to mention that repetition and routine are both things that are at the center of the Venn diagram between people with ocd and Autistic People so..keep that in mind here, that's part of the reason I'm not going as in-depth as I was with Marc because the lines get really blurry at some point.

Anyway, further into headcanon territory here: In case it's not obvious, I think Steven's is much more based on ritual and routine, his compulsions aren't as (seemingly) random as Marc's, based around things like re-doing the sand around the bed at night, every night, and reading the same page in the same book, every night. I also think he deals with intrusive thoughts. (His "A thought can't be evil, can it?" Line from Episode Two is my best proof for this.) Jake, like I said, is near impossible, anything of this sort with him is purely headcanon and speculation. If a comics person wants to jump in, feel free to add in something to this. And again, this is all just overanalyzing and probably me projecting onto my comfort characters. This show, honestly, has gotten me through a lot over the past couple of years, between my...lovely..mother and a lot of ups and downs so at the end of the day it really might just be that, projection. This isn't meant to be taken to seriously, don't think about it to hard. I'm also stopping this now because I don't want this post to take ten years to read.

#moon knight #marvel #mcu #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight system #long post #obsessive compulsive disorder #actually ocd #heh- guess you could say they're my emotional..support..system #that was probably actually terrible I am so sorry it is VERY late

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