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shadamyheadcanons · 12 days ago

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Headcanon #300!!!

Cross-posted on AO3.

I was mentioning my headcanon that the Robotniks are Jewish, and @ppeachx3 shared this delightful set of figurines:

Naturally, Shadamy ensued.

With all the trauma Shadow had suffered in his life, it was no surprise that he developed more than a few unhealthy coping mechanisms. Anyone who’d ever seen his face could tell that hiding the extent of his feelings was first on the list, and Shadow was damn good at it. Feelings, smiles, tears, and all forms of vulnerability were buried under his stone mask. Irritation. Fury. A particularly good day might bring out apathy, but Shadow hid all else, standing strong and serious against the biggest of threats, keeping anyone who could hurt him at a distance.

What he hadn’t accounted for, however, were the little things.

Once Amy learned that Gerald and Maria were Jewish and Shadow celebrated Hanukkah every year in their honor, she beamed, thrilled to have learned something new about him. The very next day, she skipped into their living room and lovingly placed a pair of sickeningly cute Hanukkah decorations on their mantle.

“Look, see, it’s US!” she’d gushed before pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek and dashing into the kitchen to make dinner for them.

Shadow watched her go, then turned his attention back to the silly, saccharine figurines on the mantle. Their brown felt bodies vaguely resembled latkes, and each one bore a different colored topping—one sour cream, the other applesauce. Shadow snorted.

Ridiculous.

Their stitched-on smiles stared back at him.

Cheesy.

The figurines matched and held hands, as if they were happy just to be together.

Shadow clenched his jaw and tried to summon contempt.

He tried so, so hard.

“Look, see, it’s US!”

Shadow’s gut lurched oddly, and his lips gave an involuntary twitch.

She didn’t even know what a latke was yesterday, but she went out and got these just for me. She saw something this cute...and thought of me.

He could hear Amy happily humming from their modest but cozy kitchen.

Shadow’s heart thumped faster, feeling heavier than before as he stared at the figurines, and his chest tightened.

Suddenly, he remembered himself and shook his head, clenching his fists stubbornly against the emotions he could normally stifle.

No. Not like this. Not for these stupid things! They’re just—!

The scent of Shadow’s favorite food wafted soothingly under his nose, seasoned with what he knew was exactly the right amount of hot sauce, reminding him that the sweetest woman on Earth felt he was worth it. Shadow planted his feet firmly to ground himself, but his body still shook.

Not here. Not now. Not like this, dammit!

The most adorable holiday decorations in the world smiled back up at him, almost taunting him.

It’s...real. It’s mine. Every day. I—

The horrors of loss and pain he’d endured bore down on him for years as he matured, making him feel he wasn’t entitled to such simple joy and affection.

Until Amy entered his life, bringing light and love with her and reassuring him that he deserved happiness just as much as everyone else...and as his gaze burned through the silly decorations, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

For the first time...he believed her.

Shadow’s breathing picked up, and his heart raced. At first, he didn’t notice Amy’s voice from the other room asking him something about drinks. His eyes widened as he tried to hold his feelings back.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, blood pounding in his ears, before a welcome voice rose up from the din.

“—dow? Shadow? Are you–”

Shadow flinched and turned around with trepidation.

The moment their eyes met, Amy gasped and covered her mouth, looking at him the way one would look at an injured animal. He just barely managed to choke back his reaction.

It would’ve been much easier if he didn’t feel so goddamn safe around her. If his brain wasn’t so sure he could be vulnerable around her, that he didn’t always have to be strong. If she hadn’t built that trust from the very day they met.

She took a few hesitant steps forward. “Shadow, what’s wrong?”

As if he’d only been waiting for permission, he broke. Tears instantly poured down his face, and his throat closed up around the sudden sobs that escaped him.

She immediately closed the distance between them and pulled him into a protective, reassuring embrace. He returned it immediately and tried to reply past his hiccups. “S-sorry...I just—”

Amy rubbed his back. “Shh...it’s okay. I’ve got you. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

An embarrassing whine escaped his throat. “It—it’s stupid. I—”

“No, it’s not. It’s not stupid. I’m here.”

Amy held him for a long time, longer than anyone else ever had, until he stopped shaking and his sobs abated into unsteady breaths. Shadow pulled back just enough to meet her concerned but patient gaze.

The words tumbled unbidden from his lips, telling her of his feelings—the pain, the confusion, and the utter love and happiness she’d given him. He didn’t even attempt to hold back; try as he might, he’d never been able to hide anything from her. His heart had been starved for safety and security for so long that whenever the two of them were alone together, the emotions spilled out of him of their own accord.

Amy spent the rest of the evening proving how much she loved him—not just through words, but through little actions, too. He ate the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted that night, perfectly seasoned and slightly burnt from how she’d prioritized comforting him over cooking. She gave him water for his dry throat and brought him painkillers to soothe the headache his breakdown had left behind. She shampooed his quills while he showered, and once they dried, she gently ran her fingers through them with ungloved hands, straightening and grooming them the way only a hedgehog could, the way only she was allowed to. At last, she lightly scratched his ears and held him as he drifted off to sleep.

The last thing he remembered before a relieved, exhausted slumber took him was her soft voice singing a quiet lullaby he’d always loved.

Amy’s singing voice was average, no more special than anyone else’s.

But to Shadow’s ears, it was beautiful.

#shadamy #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #hc #headcanon 300 at last WOOHOO #clingy

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 months ago

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You're too Sweet for Me (Grumpy!Sebastian Stan x Sunshine!Assistant!Reader)

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,099

Warnings: None.

A/N: Alrighty! I have fixed it, it is now a x reader fic!

They say never meet your heroes, yet here you were, working for him. At only 25 years old, Y/N decided to make the move to New York City, it was a bold move. she had known California to be her home since birth, but with her recent breakup, Y/N felt like it was suffocating her. She needed a change a big one, so she grabbed all her shit and her dog and moved to NYC.

Getting the job as Sebastian Stan’s assistant was just the cherry on the top, she never imagined working for the actor she had a major crush on, but he wasn’t everything she saw in interviews. He spent most of his time angry or silent. Y/N decided not to let his moodiness ruin her mood because she was living the dream.

“You’re late,” Emily, Sebastian’s manager, says as Y/N walks into Sebastian’s apartment.

“I know, I know,” Y/N sighed setting down her bag on the counter. “What am I dealing with today? Two cups of coffee or do you think one will do?”

She glanced towards the office where Sebastian spent most of his time, “Make it two.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Jesus.” Making her way into the kitchen and began making some coffee.

“Did you go check out that restaurant I told you about?” Emily asks, leaning against the counter.

“Yes, I did. It still doesn’t beat the tacos back home.”

Emily smiled. “You miss California?”

“Yes and no.”

A frustrated yell echoed through the apartment, Emily and Y/N looked at each other. “If only the coffee machine could go any faster,” she said, grabbing Sebastian’s favorite mug from the cupboard.

“I should head out, but I’ll send you more recommendations. There’s this Thai place you should try out, it’s near your apartment,” Emily said as she made her way to the door.

“Wish me luck,” Y/N sighed.

“Good luck,” she smirked before leaving the apartment.

Y/N poured Sebastian his coffee before rushing over to his office.

“A coffee a day keeps the grumpiness at bay,” Y/N said, placing Sebastian’s mug on his desk. It was just the way he liked it, with a dash of oat milk. Y/N wondered if maybe that’s why he was always such a big grump.

“I am not grumpy.” Sebastian rolled his eyes before turning around, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sure, and I’m not bisexual. Oh, wait, Yes I am.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Remind me why I hired you again?”

“Because I needed a job and I saw a posting about ‘Assistant needed’ and I thought, hey! I can-”

“Alright, alright,” Sebastian sighs. “Can you just hand me that script I was talking about yesterday?”

Y/N sighed, “Can you just hand me that script I was talking about yesterday, Please?” She says with an emphasis on the ‘please’, handing him the script that was in his file cabinet.

Sebastian takes in a deep breath, “please,” he mumbled.

“Now was that so hard?” She asked as she began to walk out of the office.

“A bit,” he muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Wait! Before you go.” Sebastian took a sip of his coffee as Y/N quickly turned around, “You do know you were about thirty minutes late today, right?”

“I really thought I was gonna get away with that,” she smiled. “It won’t happen again, I promise! My alarm never went off this morning.”

Sebastian stared at Y/N as she rambled on, something was different about her. There was something missing, something that pulled her together. Her glasses. Sebastian shook his head with the realization. “You wearing contacts today?” He asked.

“Oh,” she let out a nervous laugh, “I uh- managed to forget my glasses at home along with my contacts, all while I was trying to rush to get here.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “dear lord, help me with this one.”

“But I swear, I’ll be fine!” She turned around to walk out of the office but bumped into the wall, she let out a small groan. “I swear that wall wasn’t there a second ago.”

Sebastian sighed, getting up from his chair. “Come on,” He said, grabbing his keys.

“Where are we going?” She asked, rubbing her nose from the impact.

“We’re going to your apartment,” He said walking past Y/N.

She quickly followed him out of the office, “What? Why?”

“Because, Y/N, unfortunately, you are no use to me when you’re blind as a bat,” he commented, grabbing her bag from the counter and handing it to her.

“A-Are you sure? Because it’s like a twenty-minute walk, that’s not including having to use the L line to get to my street,” Y/N began to say as she took her purse from Sebastian.

“I would much rather have my assistant able to do her job without making any mistakes, especially today.”

“What’s so special about today?”

“We have that deadline remember?”

Y/N did not remember, she took out her phone, holding the screen close to her face as she looked through her calendar. “Ah, yes, I remember now.”

Sebastian gestured for Y/N to lead the way once they exited his apartment building.

It took about thirty minutes for them to arrive at Y/N’s apartment, Sebastian took in the old building in front of him. This was the first time he had been to her place and he’d be lying if he was never curious as to how she lived. He expected her to have bookshelves and maybe some plants, a cozy environment for an introverted bookworm like herself. When they got to her hallway, Y/N led him to the farthest door.

Yelling could be heard as they passed by one of the doors, “That’s Janice,” Y/N commented. “She’s a bit of a yeller.”

Once they got to Y/N’s door, she rummaged through her purse. Sebastian watched as she squinted her eyes while rummaging through her purse. Her petite frame barely made a dent in the small space they occupied, he felt like a giant next to her. Her dark hair tied up in a messy bun, evidence that she was indeed in a hurry that morning. Sebastian knew her signature bun that was always perfectly pulled up with a few loose strands of hair in the front.

Her skin had a warm, caramel hue, a testament to her latina heritage. To most girls, Y/N would be envied for having the perfect tan skin.

Y/N cleared her throat, feeling Sebastian’s eyes on her. She pulled out a book and handed it to Sebastian, “Hold that, please.”

Sebastian sighs, taking the book. “So you forget your glasses, but you don’t forget your book.”

“Oh, that’s my purse book,” Y/N says, rummaging through her purse again.

“Your purse book?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

She nodded, “It stays in my purse, in case of emergencies.”

“What kind of emergency would there be in which you need– what book is this,” He looked at the title, “Tuesdays with Morrie? What kind of emergency would require you to read Tuesdays with Morrie?”

“The kind in which I am trapped somewhere and in dire need to read,” She smiled, pulling out her keys from her purse.

“Sometimes, I wonder what goes through that little head of yours.”

“My mom always said that to me when I was younger,” Y/N commented, opening the door to her apartment, “maybe that’s why I had to take all those tests when I was a kid.”

Sebastian stifled a laugh, “You know what, I’m not gonna even ask.”

As they walked into the apartment, the sound of nails clicking against the hardwood floor echoed through the apartment hallway, it was followed by the jingle of small pieces of metal clashing together. A German shepherd came into view, wagging its tail as it went straight to Y/N.

Y/N bent down and began scratching behind the dog's ear, “I know, I know, I didn’t say good morning to you this morning.” She kissed him on the head as the dog whined, “I am so sorry, Shadow.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a dog,” Sebastian commented.

At the sound of Sebastian’s voice, Shadow quickly reacted and began barking at him. Sebastian took a step back, “Heel, Shadow.” Shadow obeyed instantly, sitting beside her.

“And he’s trained,” Sebastian said with an impressed look.

“This is my baby,” she walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a treat from a jar. She handed it to Sebastian, “Trust me, he’s just like you. A big softie on the inside,” she said with a wink.

Sebastian gave Y/N a small glare as he took the treat from her, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

She just smiles at him, “I’ll be right back, um, you can make yourself at home.” Y/N gestured towards the living room.

Sebastian quickly gave the treat to Shadow, “hey, Shadow.” The dog was quick to smell Sebastian and then eat the treat. Sebastian had gained his trust, for now.

Sebastian stepped into the living room, taking in the bookshelves that lined one of the walls, the plants that hung on the ceiling, and the ones that were left out on the patio. Some plants had long lines that draped over some of the bookshelves. It was exactly how he imagined it. A smile tugged on his lips as he scanned the books on her shelves.

“Is most of this yours?” Sebastian scanned the coffee table, which was littered with magazines and books. He was surprised to see an ashtray.

“The books and the plants, yes!” Y/N yelled out.

“I’m assuming the ashtray isn’t yours?”

“Roommate,” Y/N said as she walked into the living room with her glasses on.

“There she is! Now that’s the assistant I know.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Let’s just go before we’re late for that deadline.”

The way back through the L line took an unexpected turn, the line had stopped suddenly. Everyone seemed to not panic as a voice came on the speakers informing everyone they should be back on route shortly.

Y/N smiled widely as she pulled her book from her purse. “Emergencies,” she said in a sing-song voice as she waved the book at Sebastian.

Sebastian couldn’t hold in his laughter as he shook his head, “You are unbelievable.”

“You think it’s stupid, but look what just happened. Now I can entertain myself while we wait.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”

After a few minutes passed, Sebastian began to feel anxious waiting, his leg began bouncing as he peered over Y/N’s shoulder.

“I see you,” She whispered, a smirk playing on her face as she turned the page.

“Wait, I wasn’t done with that page.”

Y/N glared at Sebastian, “Then maybe you should have a purse book.”

“But I don’t carry a purse, so it won’t work out.”

“You usually carry around a backpack, right? Hell, there are even ebooks for your phone,” she exclaimed as she put her book down.

“Why don’t you get ebooks then?”

“Because it’s not the same,” She rolled her eyes, “now stop distracting me from my emergency.”

Sebastian leaned back in his seat. “Alright, maybe the whole purse book wasn’t such a bad idea.”

“Thank you,” She said in a sing-song voice.

Once they’re back at his apartment, Sebastian is quick to head back into his office. She follows, “don’t forget you also have that meeting with your publicist at three. She wanted me to make sure you knew about it because last time you forgot and well… she wasn’t too happy about that.”

Sebastian nods as he sits at his desk, “Do you mind picking me up some breakfast at the bakery down the street?”

“Do you ever eat at home?” She asks abruptly. He looks up at her from his laptop, “like it’s just an observation.”

“I mean, I typically make myself breakfast but I’m not much of a cook–why am I telling you this?” He realizes while she lets out a chuckle.

“Egg white bagel sandwich with an everything bagel?” She asks making her way out of the house.

“Yes,” he then hesitates, “please.”

“He’s learning!” She exclaims, walking out of the office. Sebastian waits till she’s out of sight to allow himself to smile, he shakes his head at her antics.

“She’s something else,” he whispers to himself, his attention going back to his laptop.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for taking part in testing a stranger a few years ago?

Sounds worse than it is but I just want to ask. Long story bear with me. Fake names, all of us were 19-21 when it happened.

I'm in a very close friend group where we all share multiple fandoms, went through all kinds of discourse hell and fandom drama together for years. We're closeknit and we only get closer with time. One of the pillars of this group is Pearl who I deeply admire. Pearl is popular because she has good meta analysis and she's a vocal progressive just like everyone else in the group. All of us are popular to some degree but she's the most eloquent among us.

A few years ago we were hosting a group chat session to discuss a new show, Pearl was the host and she posted the invite for anyone to join. A new account named Ruby who was following some members of our group for a while, joined the chat along with a some other unknown people and a few mutuals. The chat had about 20 people, don't remember the exact number. So it was Pearl, her friends including me, some mutuals, some new people- all from Sauce fandom.

We were really happy to see so many Sauce fans like the new show. We were having fun until Pearl brought up shipwar from Sauce fandom for the sake of a mutual who was out of the loop. It was a mayo/ketchup vs ketchup/mustard drama and we were fans of mayo/ketchup. We were all shitting on the delulu ketchup/mustard shippers when Ruby said she was one of them. Pearl immediately showed her shitty takes from mustard fans, screenshots of anon hate Pearl got and some other things I can't remember. She asked for Ruby's opinion on those.

I admit Pearl was a little bit condescending, but at that time I was too busy agreeing with her and laughing about mustard/ketchup shippers' idiocy. I was giving more examples to support Pearl in case Ruby decided to counter. Ruby on the other hand laughed and said she also thought those anons were obnoxious and said she was only a casual fan. Pearl said she was relieved because these days you can't trust mustard/ketchup shippers to be normal. We went back to the original topic.

That was over, but I kept an eye on Ruby and I remember she unfollowed Pearl after a few days. I brought it up later a couple times when new members of our group became mutuals with Ruby. And one of them was outright making fun of her for being a little simpleton but we grew up and had other things to talk about.

Then I saw Ruby left Sauce fandom for Fruits fandom where she became a little more popular for meta discussions. She's still friends with a couple people from my group who are casual fans of Fruits. She sometimes shows up on my dash for general fiction takes I agree with. All good. But yesterday I saw her talking to her friends about something friendship and virtue signalling related, she said it was weird how many times she's been "tested" by fellow fans including people who she knew for years, and she thought maybe it was because she came off as dumb and oblivious. She implied She never needed to test anyone.

Now I don't know about other times Ruby was tested but I remembered the story from above when I was one of the strangers testing her and I'm wondering if it was a bad thing to do? I can see why she thought it was maybe rude. But it is true that many shippers happen to have dumb takes and I'd rather not waste my time, rival shipper or not. It's not even a big deal.

So Was I the asshole?

PS thank you for reading the full story and sorry I will not say the real names of Sauce fandom or its ships, none of us go there anymore.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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harleyspinn · 5 months ago

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i reworked the noble hierarchy in westeros

i saw a tweet about this yesterday and couldn’t stop thinking about it. it said something along the lines of “i wish grrm had used more diversity in highborn titles bc everyone is just a lord.” while i think grrm said he did this on purpose to make it all less confusing, i had a hyperfixation on noble rankings a few months ago and started developing more nuance to this stuff once i fixated on asoiaf. because of the tweet i really Really wanted to share this but i do not have a public twitter account (thank god)

also i don’t like that the literal king of the continent is called “your grace” when that title usually refers to non-royal dukes / duchesses. yeah it used to be a monarch’s title but the term “majesty” is so much more dramatic and i Love that stuff !!! i used a combination of english and canon titles with a dash of russian influence

THIS IS JUST FOR FUN it’s completely self serving and i wanted to share it for anyone else who desires even more complication in this fuckin series Don’t Attack Me.

so yippee here is my personal opinion on how westerosi nobility should be addressed (under the cut bc long post). the heading is the reworked title and form of address, and below i have random notes and reasonings aka me infodumping

pm if you have any questions or want to contribute!!!!

King / Queen of Westeros - “His / Her Imperial Majesty”

i wanted this to be more commanding and imposing to really show how coveted and important the throne and its power is aka give more realistic purpose for people to want it so bad. i think grander titles can put that idea him to people’s heads (besides “it’s neat” or as daemon said “a big chair made of swords”)

the title king / queen is perfectly good but i think it should be reserved for only the sole person on the throne. in my made-up ending of asoiaf, dany is queen of the six kingdoms (the north seceded and is ruled by sansa like in the show, and they have a close political allyship) and abolishes male-favoring primogeniture.

she also does some other stuff but that doesn’t matter here

westeros is technically an empire but i don’t want to call the monarch the emperor or empress, so i used just the form of address. since it’s a lot of syllables, the full three-word title is only needed during introductions or the very first address of the monarch. afterwards, the person speaking to them can just call them “your majesty” or “majesty” or “my king / queen”

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Spouse of the King / Queen:

Grand Duke / Duchess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

again, i wanted the king / queen to be The Person In Charge (whether or not the actual person does the work they should lol) so their spouse is less powerful than them and therefore not called “majesty”

i wanted to change this title more drastically because of my made-up ending (where dany is queen) and how there would definitely be future female monarchs who marry men, and i think having the king consort be called King would be confusing to people who are used to having only male rulers. it’d mess with their little heads

a duke is a nobleman who rules over a duchy and a lot of them are royal. in a lot of european monarchies, the grand duke title holds a similar amount of weight as the grand prince or archduke (i think used only in austria, so i didn’t go with that one) and only less than the king / queen so i thought this was a good fit :)

THAT BEING SAID!!!!!! this is also a lot more syllables. i decided that culturally and historically, most people have shortened their reference to the king’s wife and call her the queen. in all formal situations she would be the grand duchess, but calling her the queen for ease of conversation isn’t treason

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Widowed spouse of the King / Queen:

Grand Lord / Lady - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

this was a recent addition because i thought everyone calling alicent the queen in hotd was a little silly. she was the queen for some time and is now the mother of the current king (and queen) and i like that they call her “queen dowager” sometimes, but since she would have been called the grand duchess in this timeline, i adapted that into something that seems respected and important but matches the political power they hold (not very much)

like how the grand duchess is casually called the queen, a grand lord / lady is sometimes called the queen dowager or the queen mother (see next point)

there is an exception to this title: if the widowed spouse is regent while their child is underaged or unable to rule (ceresi after joffrey is crowned) then they are called the queen regent or the queen mother, but becomes grand lady after their child comes of age. another example of this would be aegon ii being crowned when he’s an adult, so alicent was never his regent, therefore she would only be queen dowager or mother

all of this also swaps to if there’s a male widow it’s all the same thing just made masculine bc i don’t know the nuance of gender identity in westeros

i don’t like this one as much but idk what else to call it lmao

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Siblings of the King / Queen:

Grand Prince / Princess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

similar reasoning to the grand duke / duchess. siblings of an active monarch are super important but are not the same as their spouse

concerning targcest: the more important title overrules the one they’re first entitled to. example: helaena is never a grand princess because her and aegon married before he was crowned. she goes right to grand duchess, whereas aemond and daeron (yeah.) are grand princes

importantly, this title stays the same if and when the sibling outlives the monarch. they keep it for their whole lives Unless they gain a more important one, whereas almost all other titles change as soon as the monarchs do

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Children, Grandchildren, and Siblings-in-law of the King / Queen

Prince / Princess - “His / Her Imperial Highness”

sometimes simplicity is key. in my head, any augments to this title indicates a lowering in status (the addition of “grand” meaning that they aren’t in line for the throne anymore, and the addition of “lord / lady�� lowering them to a further removed position. second one is coming up next)

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Children-in-law and nephews / nieces of King / Queen:

Lord Prince / Lady Princess - “His / Her Highness”

these guys either aren’t blood related to the monarch or aren’t really in line for the throne. since non-royal nobility is still all variations of lord / lady to me, giving them this additional word kind of removes them from the main royal family

also taking away the full extent of the address by removing the “imperial.” they’re deserving of respect because of their relation, but are still more lowborn

the children-in-law of a monarch can keep their royal title(s) if they are widowed, but they lose them if they divorce

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Great-grandchildren of King / Queen:

Great Lord / Lady - “His / Her Grace”

and so appears the title of “your grace”

i wish i didn’t have to come up with this one but people have kids so damn young in this world that the kids often have actual relationships with their great-grandparents. so here we go, a royal-friendly variation of the lord / lady title. they aren’t grand, but they are great

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King / Queen of The North - “His / Her Majesty”

i like the idea of a free north. idk what the iron islands are doing and i haven’t thought about it enough to care yet

the north is not an empire, so they don’t get the addition of “imperial”

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Spouse of the King / Queen of The North:

King / Queen - “His / Her Grace”

again, i just wanted to be loyal to grrm’s choice of address. and i don’t think the north would care as much as to who is who in terms of The Ruler, so sansa’s husband can be called the king

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Widowed spouse of the King / Queen of The North:

Lord King / Lady Queen

they’re royal but they’re also not too politically powerful. same as the westerosi one. i just got hit with sleepiness so sorry if these notes fall off in terms of quality

they don’t have a form of address beyond “my lord / lady” bc the north is less formal

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Siblings of the King / Queen of The North:

Prince / Princess

same as above in reference to the form of address!

i didn’t want to name it this for a while Only Because arya would not like being called princess. but it made sense for everyone else, so here we are

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Children of the King / Queen of The North:

Prince / Princess - “His / Her Grace”

if there aren’t any kids of the king or queen, then the younger sibling that they name their heir is also called this. like when robb is king then bran is his heir bc he doesn’t have kids so he is called this when it’s just him and rickon in winterfell early in the series

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Prince / Princess of Dorne - “His / Her Highness”

full respect to the dornish wanting to keep in their ways hell yeah

this also goes for the spouse of the ruler! the both of them are meant to rule in tandem because dorne is less exclusionary than the rest of westeros in this sense

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Siblings of the Prince / Princess of Dorne:

Lord / Lady

dornish royal custom is more informal but i still wanted the family to be called something, so i mirrored the rest of the continent

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Children of the Prince / Princess of Dorne:

Lordborn / Ladyborn - “His / Her Grace”

same as above!

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Head of a Great House - Highlord / Highlady - “His / Her Grace”

this is basically a lord paramount. the primary house of a region (the old kings) is called a great house. i wanted to keep some of grrm’s titles so not much would reallyyyy have to change, but there’s basically no difference between a lord paramount and a vassal house and a lowborn one so here we are

the books refer to these people as “high lords” so that’s mostly where this came from. i also really like combining words that make sense to be combined! that’s why some of these new titles are Just altered versions of lord or lady

i want the highlords to be distinctly different from lower houses, so they have a simple form of address

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Spouse and Siblings of the Head of a Great House:

Lord / Lady

yes both of these guys have the same title because they probably carry similar power and influence with the highlord

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Children of the Head of a Great House:

Lordborn / Ladyborn

this is also inspired by the term “lordling” that’s used in the canon. once one of the children becomes a highlord, their siblings all take the lord or lady title

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Head of a normal House - Lord / Lady

boring run of the mill yes yes let’s go

i don’t feel like making another category: the spouses of a head are also called a lord or lady. same thing

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Children of a Head of a normal House:

Lordborn / Ladyborn

born of a lord. girl is lady born of a lord

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MISC NOTES!!!!

knights are still Ser ofc

once a person is appointed to a role of importance, they themselves are obligated to the title of Lord or Lady. this doesn’t extend to their family members. in my mind, these roles are ones on the small council or a high steward. ofc if this person already has that title then they just keep it

instead of “my lord husband” (example), the royal family would refer to other royal family members as “my royal husband” or “my royal hand” if the hand of the king is another royal family member

if a highlady marries a man then the husband does not need to change his house / surname, but if a highlord marries a lady or ladyborn then she becomes “Lady [name] [house surname] of House [husband’s house]”

the daughters of a head can keep their lady title if they marry someone with no titles but they hold little power

widows of a head may also keep their title but them and their children hold little power after the passing of their lord

nieces and nephews don’t get titles unless they’re related to royalty

children born to a lady and a non-lord do not get titles

idk if this is canon but in my head all dornish bastards are legitimized if they are children of any royal family members

the introduction “of House [name]” is reserved for royalty, great houses, and the head of a normal house. everyone else who belongs to a lower house is just called “[first name] [house name]”

continued from above and similar to the informal address of a grand duke / duchess, royalty and nobles and such are still addressed without the “of House [name]” but only in informal settings or after being addressed with their full title

i probably said this, but titles of all house members change right as fellow members or lose titles (examples: if a head of house dies before their siblings the siblings return to their prior titles, often lordborn / ladyborn if they were also children of the previous head. same for widowed partners)

IF YOU READ THIS ALL THANK U I AM FUELED BY AUTISM AND EGGO WAFFLES

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #house of the dragon #hotd #worldbuilding #world building #monarchy #idk how to tag this at ALL!!!#house targaryen #house lannister #house baratheon #house stark

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lola-legendary · 10 months ago

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Apology Post (with extra info)

TW! Suicidal thoughts/Intrusive thoughts, poor grammar

(Note: Every hate message I receive referring to the post below will be posted here as well. Pin of shame, bastards!)

I edited this lightly to add some extra information and move the TLDR up here, and added a cut.

Now, with the explanation, things have calmed down a bit. However, due to poor conduct, asks are going to be turned off until Sunday (25/2) and anon asks will be on back at 1/3.

If it continues when I resume anon asks, everything will be off again.

TLDR: I felt guilty and my mental health deteriorated because of the war, so I blocked the Palestine tag and received heavy backlash.

So the post I am referring to is this one. (Note: Said post has now been deleted by yours truly.)

Here, I will detail why I made this post, the events leading up to it and the backlash.

Some background information: I am a 14–year-old girl with unmediated anxiety and depression.

I have always been concerned about human rights. Even when I was a child, I would ask my mom, “Why do we have wars? Why can’t everyone get along?”

I tried to write a letter to my principal asking for more extensive sex ed, but scrapped it once I remembered that I was in a catholic school.

And when the Ukrainian war came along - biggest incident since I got access to tumblr - I was a staunch supporter of Ukraine. When I wasn’t in uniform, I made a point to dress in blue and yellow. No one noticed, of course.

In the early days of the Palestinian Genocide, I was eager to reblog any and all information that crossed my dash, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything to help. If you scroll down deep enough, you can find my posts.

However, as time passed and the war went on, whenever I saw those posts, I started getting thoughts to off myself. Those included, though not limited to:

“Oh, wow, look at you scrolling tumblr while millions are dying. Good job you, why don’t you go and join Hitler in hell, you’re contributing to this mess.”

And it got so bad that I would have mini panic attacks whenever I saw some posts like that.

I blocked the tag last year.

At that time, I sent an anonymous ask to @justagingerwithredhair, one of two people I trusted decently with my mental issues.

I can’t find it anymore, but it went something like this:

“Ginger, I’m sorry but I had to block the Palestine tag, it’s detrimental to my mental health and I can’t deal with it anymore”

and it was received positively.

Yesterday (in my timezone), I posted the post seen in the photo. I had not enough brainpower to realise that it could be taken both ways.

I was blocked by at least one person and received the following anonymous ask.

You can see my response in my blog, but I will repeat it again.

I am not a terrorist, a genocidal maniac, an Islamophobic bitch or a Zionist.

I have spoken out against Israel. I watch videos of Islamophobic people with disgust. I was outraged when the Holocaust was not required teaching in my school. I believe the Israeli Government is in the wrong.

If you keep this up I will be the one hanging from buildings.

You have made me write a post about my life that’s longer than 90% of my fanfictions. Congratulations.

@tobefree-in-palestine

#free palestine #palestine

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vro0m · 4 months ago

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As usual I don't read your F1 post but as usual when I see a word coming often enough in my peripheral vision I get curious. What is Antonelli

Oh god. Okay. (Also why do you still follow my F1 account babe it's flooding your dash with posts you don't have an interest in 😭)

This is Antonelli

As you can tell he's a baby. He turned 18 like 5 seconds ago.

Anyway, he's gonna start F1 next year in Mercedes.

Why does it cause so much discourse that even you have to ask what's going on?

Somewhat long post :

So Mercedes has a free seat because 7 time world champion and overall GOAT of the sport Lewis Hamilton decided to leave for Ferrari in 2025. Now this caused an f1blr meltdown in February because no one saw it coming as he's been with them for over a decade and they've won so many world titles together and he spent the previous year saying he wouldn't leave, but since 2021 Mercedes hasn't been doing so good.

There was a lot of discussion as to who could join Mercedes next but the rumours rapidly pointed to Antonelli.

What's crazy is Antonelli is 1) very young 2) very inexperienced. Usually, drivers will do local competitions (F4) then F3 then F2 then maybe F1. If they are thought to be good enough for F1 while they are in F2 they tend to be hired as "reserve drivers" for F1 teams meaning they work closely with the team, train on the simulator, take part in test drives sometimes, overall learn the ropes, and if a driver is for some reason unable to take part in a race, they will replace him.

But Antonelli has only done F4, entirely bypassed F3, was brought into F2 this year and is now gonna join F1 after just one season there. He's not been a reserve driver. He's done his first session in a normal F1 race weekend alongside other F1 driver this weekend and it went like this : lap 1 he's the fastest of them all, lap 2 he crashes in a wall at high speed, end of his session.

So why choose him? Well Toto Wolff the Mercedes team principal has been very annoyed that he let another such very young very unprepared rookie slip his fingers ten years ago : current 3 time world champion, racing prodigy Max Verstappen. Max joined before he was even old enough to have a normal driving license. He too had skipped some steps to F1 although not as many as Antonelli. And although he had a bit of a rocky first few season clearly due to his inexperience, he turned out to be one of the best drivers we have ever seen so far. Some have the feeling that Toto Wolff is trying to forcefully recreate the phenomenon. Even though Max Verstappen is a clear outlier, an exception to the rule rather than an example that bringing young drivers in very fast is a good idea.

Note that Antonelli is said to be extremely talented and that's also why he's been fasttracked to F1 this way. BUT he's underprepared, again very young and facing a huge amount of pressure.

First of all rookies who join F1 are always under pressure because they have very little time to show that they are up to the challenge even though they have barely any experience driving in F1 with cars that are very different from F2 or anything else they've driven up until then. This week, another young driver, Logan Sargeant, was fired mid season in only his second year in F1 because he didn't progress enough. It's over for him and he'll never be back even though those who raced with him in previous formulas say he had more potential than what he was able to show. Many such cases.

Second of all people have been mounting this narrative around Antonelli. Toto wolff, but also journalists. They're acting like he's the next champion. They're calling him Lewis Hamilton's heir for some reason. He has driven 1.5 laps in the current cars so far. It's insane. A generally well respected f1 journalist said yesterday that he hasn't seen f1 this excited about a rookie since fucking Michael Schumacher himself.

So yeah. That's the narrative : the best driver in history leaves his historic team after an unprecedented successful partnership by surprise. The team principal decides he needs another prodigy to replace him and bring his somewhat struggling team back to his former title winning glory. Can't persuade the current prodigy Max Verstappen to leave his own title winning team to join them. Not now, not 10 years ago. Decides to pluck a baby from his cradle to become the next shiny thing. Everybody holds their breath while they wait to see if he'll sink or swim.

#vro0m's asks #f1 #kimi antonelli

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years ago

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Country Mouse

Makima x She/Her Reader

A/N: I wrote this a month ago. Caught up on the manga in like, three days so some minor manga spoilers and some hints to more spoilers depending on when I decide to post it so please read ahead at your own discretion. I’d say not to worry about it, but I’m not sure if my hints would be as blatant to people not caught up as they would be to people who are. Word Count: 1,750~

Makima rolled down her window and inhaled the sweet air once the smog of the city was long behind her. She heard a whine from the back seat and rolled her eyes with a playful smile before lowering the other three windows down a little less than half way.

The dogs knew as well as she did that they were getting close to the farm. She had to send a few warning looks through the rear view mirror the more rambunctious they got.

“Yes, yes, I know,” she pouted, reaching back to get a handful of exited, slobbery licks over her hand, “it’s hard being cooped up in the car for so many hours, but we’ll be there soon and you can run to your hearts’ content.”

Makima loved the farm. So peaceful compared to the devil ridden city. Even she needed to get away from all of that death from time to time. The quiet, repetitive work, the lack of honking cars, crashing buildings, the absence of the scent of smog and blood and to able to look up at the sky at night and see the stars in vivid clarity…

And as if that wasn’t paradise enough, she got to be with her little country mouse.

It had been much too long since she had the opportunity to see her face to face, but the Public Safety Commission wasn’t an easy job to get time away from. The moment she saw an opening, she snatched it up. Anyone who had a problem with it need merely catch her eye and they snapped their mouths shut. She needed this and she wasn’t about to let anyone take it away from her one week more.

She turned her car onto a familiar gravel road that renewed the dogs’ wiggles and whines of excitement.

“Tiramisu,” Makima admonished with a giggle as the dog in the passender seat attempted to cross her field of vision to sniff out of her window instead.

She followed the curve of the road and finally the house came into view. As she pulled in, she saw (Y/n) step out onto the porch to greet her. She waved excitedly, earning a smile from Makima and a little wave of her fingers from behind the steering wheel.

She parked the car and withdrew the key. She waited a moment, gaining the attention of her seven dogs packed in her car like sardines.

“Wait,” She ordered softly, then exited the car.

Makima aimed a wink in (Y/n)’s direction as she took the back handle of the car door in her hand and swung it open. Still the dogs sat like statues. Makima smiled proudly.

“Go.”

The dogs didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling over each other they came tumbling out of the car. Each barreled over to (Y/n), greeting her lovingly before dashing around the property.

“I still can’t believe you manage to fit them all in there. It’s like a clown car of dogs. It makes me laugh every time.” (Y/n) beamed, brushing her hands off on her pants before wrapping her arms around Makima’s neck. “Did you have a good drive up?”

Makima gave an affirmative hum and returned the embrace and gave (Y/n) a lingering peck on her cheek. “It’s so good to be back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” (Y/n) returned the favor a bit more boldly, pressing a lingering kiss against Makima’s lips, “wanna come inside? I got a raspberry cheesecake in town yesterday.”

One of the dogs perked up, cocking it’s head to the side while listening intently.

“I wasn’t talking to you Cheesecake, you can go play.” (Y/n) assured and the dog went back to frolicking with Cream Puff.

“That sounds lovely.” Makima freed (Y/n) from her hug, but kept her hand on her waist as they made their way inside.

This was it. This was the peace humans strived for. A quiet, but no less meaningful life. Everyone deserved to have a place like this, a love like this, Makima believed. Nothing would get in her way of making that a reality. If she had to sacrifice a few pieces along the way, then that was just how it had to be.

“What are you thinking about?” (Y/n) asked, tapping her fork against her lips with an amused look. Once upon a time she may have been unnerved by Makima’s blank smiles, but she had grown used to them over time. It was just another oddly charming part of the devil hunter that she grew to love.

“Are you finally going to tell me you’re not human and you’re actually like, a space alien or something and you need to take me to your home planet?”

Makima’s smile curved a little higher as she brought a steaming cup of coffee to her lips, “Not quite. Just thinking about how glad I am that I met you. You remind me of what I’m doing all of this work for.”

“Oh,” (Y/n) flustered, “that’s, that’s actually really sweet.”

Makima hummed with glee as she put down her mug and finished her last bite of cheesecake.

“Shall we go take a walk now?”

“Not so fast, dishes first.”

Makima pouted.

“Let’s do them later.” She suggested.

“Mmm nope! I’m not made of dishes. Come on, it’ll be quick. You wash and I’ll dry.” (Y/n) said while gathering the plates and forks, “you got the mugs?”

“Yes,” Makima sighed, though she still smiled.

She enjoyed that (Y/n) did not easily bend to her will like others did. If she had her mind set on something, she would often stick to it unless Makima found reasons that could change her mind.

“There, see? Took no time at all.” (Y/n) wiped the last plate and put it back in the cupboard. “Now when we have dinner, the plates will be ready to go.”

“So right, darling.” Makima flicked the water from her fingers at (Y/n), making her flinch.

“Hey!”

“Walk now?”

“You are no different from the dogs,” (Y/n) dipped her hand in the draining water and gave Makima a taste of her own medicine, “Alright, let’s go. Just grab that bucket on the way out. We can collect berries.”

“Oooo,”

Makima enjoyed the little world her country mouse had crafted. A precious little garden, greenhouse for the winter months, and lovely fruit trees. As well as several winding trails leading to high outlooks in the hills or to stagnant ponds or the crystal clear river that cut through the property. She liked the feeling of walking hand in hand while the dogs flanked them on either side, only breaking formation to investigate a smell or chase after a noise from the bushes. It all felt so very natural and human.

“So how is work?” (Y/n) asked while attempting to wash the red stains of berry juice from her hands in the cold river.

Makima frowned at the back of (Y/n)’s head. As well meaning as the young woman was, Makima came here to not talk about, nor think about her work.

“Don’t remind me of all the work I left undone to be with you, pet. Let’s just enjoy our time together, please?” Makima crouched down and pouted against (Y/n)’s cheek, nuzzling deeper until she got a laugh.

“Is it really that awful, poor baby. You know, you could always quit. The pay isn’t as grand, but I’m pretty sure you and the dogs would thrive here. No offense, but the city is kind of a cesspool with so many devil attacks… I worry about you, you know.”

“I know,” Makima smiled, “and I would love nothing more than to stay here with you and take in all that the country life has to offer,” a soft kiss against (Y/n)’s temple, “but not before I eradicate devils from this plane. Everyone deserves a chance to live as freely, don’t you agree?”

(Y/n) groaned quietly, craning her head back, “Of course I do. Can’t I just be a little selfish?”

“It does feel nice to be wanted.” Makima teased. She cupped (Y/n)’s cheek in her hand and stoked the skin with her thumb, “I will say that I have found something that I’ve been searching for. For some time, I might add. If all goes well, maybe we can live out the rest of our days here together sooner rather than later.”

“The way you say it sounds kind of ominous,” (Y/n) chuckled nervously at Makima’s intense stare.

Makima blinked, then let her head fall forward to rest on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“Does it? I promise you have nothing to worry about. Nothing beyond normal devil hunting procedure anyhow.”

“That’s still a lot to worry about, need I remind you.” (Y/n) scoffed.

Makima tilted her head to meet (Y/n)’s eyes, her wry smile hidden against her shoulder, “I suppose you got me there, but don’t you worry, dear. I am sturdier than most.”

“You are so odd. Have I ever told you that?” (Y/n) teased, pinching Makima’s cheek.

“Several times. I often wonder if I should be offended.”

“It’s an endearment, I swear.” (Y/n) assured.

Though she was enjoying sitting with Makima like this, it was going to get dark soon.

“We should gather up the dogs and go home before it’s too dark to see.”

Makima begrudgingly let her stand before following suit, then she whistled. Within seconds the dogs came flying out of the woodwork to sit at her feet. After a quick headcount, the party made their way back to the house for dinner and a movie.

When it was time for bed (Y/n) and Makima fought their way through the pile of dogs that had claimed the bed and wormed their way into the middle, curling up together beneath the heavy and warm beasts and blankets.

“It’s funny how I miss this when you’re gone, but when I’m in the moment I want nothing more than to exile all of you to the couch.” (Y/n) mumbled, wincing when one of the dog’s sneezed near her ear while another walked over her body to claim the sliver of a spot between her and Makima’s legs.

“They make the most pitiful sounds when they aren’t allowed in the bedroom though,” Makima defended, snuggling closer, well, as close as she could with Cream Puff in the way.

“Such a softy,” (Y/n) yawned, “good night.”

She felt Makima’s fingers trace along her back and relaxed further at the soft ministrations, finally closing her eyes.

“Good night,” Makima echoed, her golden eyes still fixated on the back of (Y/n)’s head, “have pleasant dreams.”

#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man oneshots #csm oneshots #makima x reader #csm makima x reader #makima #csm makima

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