#THE HYPOTHETICAL SCENE

[k-kizkhalifa]

episode 11 —

okok last one today then i’m going to bed. whewwww.

miyagi is in for it. this man is gonna be wrecked. in the famous words of usagi: “mess you up in places”

shinobu baby please just take it slow. calm down. i feel so bad for him at this point.

yeah yeah we all knew you liked him miyagi. you’re not letting us know something we don’t. no no miyagi you don’t get to be sad this young one isn’t chasing after you after you acted like that.

shinobu deserved better than what you did there miyagi and YOU KNOW IT. ACTING LIEK WE HAVENT HAD FLASHBACKS OF YOU AND YOUR FIRST LOVE. *rolls eyes*

hiro with the relationship advice. my god. please shut this man up lmfaooooooo

miyagi making tea… bruhh. here it comes. the big reveal. IF MIYAGI DOESNT CHASE THIS MAN DOWN IMMA GET NOWAKI ON YOU AGAIN.

ok i’ll put nowaki away for now. go get your little brat.

[rabbit-rays]

the mad stone!

let it control you!

[naomistares]

would u guys be mad at me if i do another ianthe and harrow centric comic

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Tav: I could kiss Gale very quickly before we leave… :)

Gale: :) Yes you should!

Astarion *groaning and rolling his eyes*: You obviously can. You have proven that to us in the past *pretends to check the time* FIFTEEN MINUTES OR SO! I have another interesting proposal for you, you could also KILL KETHERIC VERY QUICKLY LIKE WE ARE SUPPOSED TO!

Tav: Just one more, then we will go!

Gale: :)

Astarion: Tell me, dear druid friend of mine, do they teach you in druid school this fascinating definition of „just one more“ that you are showing us or did you come up with it on your own? BECAUSE THIS WERE ROUGHLY TEN „just one more“ KISSES!

[adastra121]

Belated Vere birthday art…but it's drawn by my Hound OC, Alon.

Alon: Vere did a real bang up job with those birthday portraits, I reckon he deserves some nice art for himself, too. So for our favourite foxy's birthday, I drew him this! Ta-da! *presents to the others* Leander: Oh! :D ...Who is that? Alon: It's Vere! :D Leander: Oh. Ais: ... Ais: Why is his ass on fire? Alon: Wh—That’s his TAIL! D:< Mhin: Is he...strangling a fish? Alon: No! He's enjoying a nice glass— Mhin: Of fish? Alon: A nice glass of fish-free fruit tea! Kuras: I can't deny the demon horns suit his character, but I doubt he would appreciate that specific exercise in artistic liberty. Alon: Those are his ears! D: Kuras: ...Ah. Mhin: Then why does he have three of them? Alon: And that's a party hat—Y'know what? None of you appreciate art!

*later, presenting it to Vere*

Vere: Why is my ass on fire? Alon: That's—! *defeated sigh* 'Cause you've got a smoking hot ass.

The birthday drawing:

[odetojupiter]

i love that the zombie apocalypse conversation appears so often in fics like the foundation of andrew and neil’s relationship is based on them knowing each others survival plan

which is funny because in the book neil actually doesn’t actually contribute to the conversation it’s a convo between renee and andrew that neil gets fixated on (and then quotes back to andrew later in the book)

and do u know what. i love it, because that conversation is like a perfect demonstration of their characters - renee, concentrating on creating shelter for survivors, andrew concentrating on keeping his group protected, and neil, thinking that he’d probably cut and run and lamenting that fact UNTIL he realises he would want to go back for andrew. that conversation that neil isn’t even eally part of sets up perfect proof of neil’s character development even in the final book - i mean, the fact that neil says ‘chances were it would be instinctive to abandon all of them’ which he acknowledges as an ‘ugly truth’ already displays a change in his character since the first book - because in that one, he has no qualms about leaving, is prepared to do so as soon as necessary. but then the conversation comes back and neil says he ‘doesn’t want to be that person anymore’ he ‘wants to go back’ for andrew. and just. isn’t that beautiful.

so yes, every time the zombie apocalypse comes up in the most random places in fics i eat it up so hard. cause like, what a perfect hypothetical for them to talk about for 1 - because both of them spend most of their life having to learn to survive in different ways, and so their different approaches to the situation is a great way to demonstrate their different characterisations and show how their traumatic experiences shape the way they react to new dangerous situations - and 2 - because we can starkly see the change in neil when he realises he wouldn’t be able to just leave.

[syndrossi]

Now I REALLY WANT something where Ser Thoren DOES rescue the boys and reunites them with Daemon earlier, largely because I want to see what happens when the Volentenes attempt to kidnap them while they're with their father.

Oooh, that WOULD be spicy, wouldn't it? I imagine the way it plays out initially is:

Ser Thoren brings them back up north to catch a ship to King's Landing.

Allard dispatches his men in search/pursuit of them.

After a week of failed searching (Crayne convinces Allard to keep it on the down low), Allard finally informs Rhea via raven that the boys are missing. She reaches out to Rhaenyra to have a raven sent to Daemon in the Stepstones and sends out ravens throughout the Vale to be on the lookout for the boys. Ser Thoren and the twins set sail from the Fingers.

Rhea rides south to Gulltown chasing a rumor about the boys, accident (or is it?) occurs just before Daemon arrives in Runestone for answers. Ser Thoren and the twins arrive at Dragonstone, as he wants the matter somewhat discreetly handled. Rhaenyra is here, just as in canon, and sends a raven to Runestone.

Daemon confronts Rhea, forces the confession, and this time the raven that reaches him isn't of the boys' kidnapping, but Rhaenyra's that the boys are safe in Dragonstone, which he immediately sets out for.

The big meet happens there, and Daemon and Rhaenyra fly the twins to King's Landing. There is much fanfare, but none of the urgency of Resonant, because the boys were never truly kidnapped. Viserys is pleased that Daemon's a father, but there's no "hand in the hearth" debriefing, so he has no reason to believe the boys are prophecy children. There is no 24/7 knight rotation, and boys are far less traumatized (though Rhaegar is still mourning Rhaella and Rhea) and Jon's not hurt.

Probably a few weeks pass without incident. The boys settle in, Daemon escorts them around the Dragonpit, though without success. (To Rhaegar's utter heartbreak.)

Daemon has no catalyst to set him after Volantis, so he's trying to figure out what to do now that he's a single dad. He also feels fairly safe taking them out into the city.

Meanwhile, the Volantenes + Jephyro are already aware of the new circumstances and have sailed into King's Landing to set up an attempt there...

Here's part one of an innocent outing in the city that may be about to turn into something quite a lot more dangerous...

x~x~x

"What about this one?" Daemon pointed at the clasp that had caught his eye—and clearly Rhaegar's—against the dark velvet that held the jeweler's various works: silver shaped into a dragon curled around a deep red garnet. "Do you have another?"

"Another, my prince?" the man repeated, before comprehension dawned. He looked between Daemon's two sons. "I could fashion a twin to it easily enough."

Daemon stole a glance at Jon to gauge his interest. His other son had proven himself to be less enthused about the finery afforded him in his new station. Allard Royce and whatever passed for clothing in the Vale were partly to blame for that, he presumed.

Jon's gaze was on a different piece, however, that of a silver wolf's head with eyes of smoothly-polished sapphire. It had no relation at all to their own house, better suited to the houses of the southern Crownlands and northern Stormlands who bore wolves upon their crest. But the longing in his face was clear, along with an undercurrent of sorrow.

He does not know to ask, Daemon thought with a familiar simmering anger at the reminder that his sons had spent their childhood being denied all that they were due.

It would not have been his choice, but boys formed all sorts of fascinations, and although wolves were no dragons, they were worthy enough in their own way. "Would you like that one, Jon?" he asked, reaching for the clasp.

He was immediately met with a grey-eyed stare so filled with uncertainty that his own heart ached. "It is a beautiful piece," Daemon said.

"I—" Jon swallowed, gaze returning to the clasp, then flicking up at the jeweler. "Could you change the eyes?"

The jeweler, sensing a sale, smiled encouragingly. "Easily enough. What suits your fancy, young prince? I have some emerald stones that could be fitted."

"What about the red stone in the dragon clasp? Do you have more of it?"

"The garnet? I do. I also have ruby, should that be more to your preference." The jeweler disappeared into his work room, emerging after a moment with a small cloth of both garnet and ruby gems, some rough and others worked, that he laid out on the table.

Jon looked between them. He seemed drawn at first to the ruby, touching a finger to it, but his mouth firmed with decision as he pulled back. "The garnet." He glanced at his brother. "So that we match."

"I shall have the modifications completed by tomorrow," the man said with a bow, before turning his gaze back to Daemon. "Is there anything else that you seek, my prince?"

"I have been told you have experience working with dragon scales."

The jeweler's expression brightened, this time with interest. "I do. I have done work for Princess Rhaenyra, and even Queen Alysanne herself, many years back."

His sons watched him with nearly identical expressions of curiosity as Daemon withdrew a thick red scale from his pouch, partly split by a glancing blow from one of the Triarchy's small ballistae that they lugged onto the shores of the Stepstones in hopes of a lucky shot before their inevitable destruction by dragonflame.

"What can you make of this?"

The jeweler took the scale from him with a hushed reverence, examining it from various angles. "I can shape it into smaller pieces and fashion a fetching pendant. Several, even. A gold setting would be striking, or--" He glanced at their silver-and-garnet selections. "Or silver, if that is more to your liking. If my prince cares to return in half an hour, I can make some sketches for your review for the pendant itself."

"Can you design one of a dragon's head?" Rhaegar asked. His look at Daemon held an uncertainty not unlike Jon's earlier. "We could have one apiece."

"The three heads of the dragon?" Daemon kissed the two heads within reach. "That feels fitting to me."

"I shall focus my efforts on dragon designs, then," the jeweler said with another bow, and Daemon could not tell if his enthusiasm was from the opportunity to work with such a rare material, or the growing purse he anticipated receiving.

Even if Viserys weren't cheered enough by his return and meeting his sons to see it paid directly from the royal treasury, Daemon had spent very little of his own allowance these past few years. There were scant opportunities in the wastes of the Stepstones.

It was getting past midday, long enough since breakfast for hunger to make itself known in the growling stomachs of growing boys. The taverns at the base of Aegon’s Hill catered to visiting nobles and rich merchants of the area, their fare a good deal finer than would be found just a few roads further south, near the harbor.

A royal visitor was not uncommon in these parts, though it still afforded them a quiet table away from the small pocket of knights well on their way to a drunken stupor not even halfway through the day. He would have numbered among them once, Daemon mused. Not the knight part, of course. But he had drunk his way through most of the taverns in the city in his youth, often dragging Viserys along. His brother had been a more exuberant drunk then, prone to wild capers he would not otherwise consider when sober.

I wonder if he might consider stealing away some night. Even a king could wear a cloak, and if any tavernkeep were to notice, he would wisely pretend otherwise. It would do him good to remember life outside those walls.

And it would scandalize Otto Hightower, which was reason enough in itself.

Daemon turned his attention back to the twins, both of whom seemed comfortable enough in the tavern, though he imagined they would not have seen one growing up isolated in the Gates of the Moon. “I take it Ser Thoren brought you to a few inns along the way,” he said.

“Only a few,” Jon said. “On the road north through the Vale.”

A carafe of wine was brought to the table, along with bread fresh enough from the oven to be steaming. Slices of cold meat and cheese were brought out soon after. Daemon limited himself to a single cup, and let each of his sons try a sip, taking in their mutual nose crinkles at the taste with fond amusement that turned faintly bittersweet. There were many expressions he had still to learn, to discover which emphasized their similarities and which their differences.

Each delighted him, though he had a special fondness for when they mirrored one another. It spoke to an extra bond between them that comforted him somehow.

A special treat of warm, gooey raspberries served in a bowl with a generous heaping of cold cream atop it had been sent to their table, and both his sons had eagerly devoured theirs before turning faintly envious eyes to Daemon’s own half-eaten portion.

“Is there anything else you would like to see before we return to the jeweler, and then the keep?” he asked once they had finished off his dessert.

[gierosajie]

I’m very curious about the party’s reaction to finding out that Siffrin is a ghost/imaginary friend given life through craft for your Show’s Cancelled AU.

As somebody who hasn’t seen the Genshin story this was inspired from, I’d imagine that the party would start to look for Siffrin and eventually stumble upon the King’s old house. There would probably be something in there that revealed Siffrin’s connections to the King and what exactly happened to Siffrin.

(Just an additional thought of what if the King’s craft keeping Siffrin alive was a more deliberate thing instead of a passive thing. Like what if the King killed Siffrin and then regretted it, using wish craft to bring Siffrin back.)

(Also, If the King’s wish craft was keeping Siffrin alive, then couldn’t another wishcraft user bring Siffrin back?)

Okay, so! Everyone else except Bonnie didn't know about Siffrin's whole "hasn't actually been alive for years" thing until after they've defeated the King. Bonnie figured it out a while before reaching Dormont and thought it was kinda neat being a sort of ghost, if not a bit sad that Siffrin couldn't experience things like he used to. They were also pretty excited at the notion of having their own super special secret only they and Siffrin were privy to

The others tho did know there had been something between Siffrin and the King before as they went up the House, especially during the confrontation and the three in the know just basically implying something really bad happened

Siffrin already made everyone forget him when Odile, Mirabelle, and Isabeau figure it out. They were all trying to piece together fragmented memories of him while looking for him when Odile realizes they won't find him, physically at least, and screw it she's gonna drag him back one way or another

They do also stumble upon where the King used to live while trying to find a way to get Siffrin to stick around longer. Mostly a bunch of notes both had on ways to bring back the island into memory scattered around, and some of Siffrin's stuff like his cloak and hat hidden away in a box

Also on that additional thought- the craft was deliberate but the end result was accidental. Memory is a bit more important in the AU's world building (kind of a bit more in line with Genshin and it's whole thing about remembrance = existence) and the two made an attempt to force the island to be remembered. The wish that made the island disappear and the ones they made ended up mixing weird, and it resulted in Siffrin getting killed but still being around and tied to the King's initial wish

[columboposting]

I say this as a certified gwen cooper stan and defender and lover etc etc so if i see anyone in my replies coming for my girl its on sight. But it is honestly completely batshit insane to me the way seasons 1 and 2 of torchwood consistently do this thing where on-screen development or depiction of Jack and Ianto’s romantic relationship is directly preceded by a category five Gwen and Jack Unresolved Sexual Tension event. Like, Jack propositioning Ianto over Suzie’s corpse comes right after a scene where Jack and Gwen make moon eyes at each other from across the Hub; in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Jack only asks Ianto out on a date after a failed attempt to woo Gwen; in Reset, Martha’s conversation with Ianto about getting him and Jack a red UNIT hat comes after her convo with Gwen where both of them are like “man we must be the only two people in the world who havent been with Jack.” The obviously most insane example is in Something Borrowed when Gwen and Jack dance together extremely intimately AT GWEN’S WEDDING and Ianto literally has to WALK OVER to take Jack off Gwen’s hands. (If I missed any more examples please tell me because i feel like I did. Also Fwiw not every Janto scene follows a Gwack UST event, though by the same turn not every Gwack UST event is followed by a Janto scene. But I think there’s enough here for it to be a pattern.). So there’s this consistent thing where we see Jack make moon eyes at Gwen and only going to Ianto after this fails to result in anything substantial. This creates the impression that Ianto is Jack’s second choice for a partner, and that Gwen is his first.

You could argue that this pattern constitutes Jack choosing Ianto over Gwen, but… I dunno. The obstacle that consistently stops Jack from pursuing Gwen further in the scenes I’m talking about is not his commitment to Ianto but Gwen’s commitment to Rhys. (If you want an example of TW S1/2 actually showing Jack choose Ianto over Gwen I’d point at End of Days: Gwen metaphorically awakens Jack by kissing his corpse (he doesn’t seem to object but Gwen is obviously the one initiating), and then Jack immediately runs off to make out with Ianto. Compare with, say, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, where Jack tries to initiate with Gwen, gets cock-blocked by her engagement ring, and subsequently asks Ianto out. You see the difference?

To set my cards on the table I am obsessed with Jack and Gwen’s straightbait situationship, and I think it is completely fine and cool and entertaining, actually, for Jack and Gwen UST to coexist with canon Janto (Jack is from the Free Love century and has two hands; meanwhile it baffles me that people get on Gwen’s ass for the crime of (checks notes) being into Jack Fucking Harkness, as if being attracted to him is not completely normal and understandable), HOWEVER the show’s scene to scene editing CONSISTENTLY gives the impression that Jack would choose Gwen over Ianto if given the opportunity. So for all that I think a lot of Gwen hate is like, people being unfairly mad at Gwen for “getting in the way” of a gay ship that, per the show’s writing, she never actively interferes with or disapproves of and is generally shown to support, the way the show uses the language of editing does actually kind of value Jack’s hypothetical straight relationship with Gwen over his existing gay relationship with Ianto in a way that frankly fucking sucks. I have no idea whether or not this was intentional or whose fault it is (if I had to blame anyone I’d blame the writers involved and the editors involved, but tv production is complicated and this is a systemic problem that would be difficult to identify if you’re only looking at one episode at a time) but whatever happened its like. A lowkey homophobic element of an otherwise mostly queer-friendly show. Literally what were they thinking.

[midnightdemonhunter]

Should we do a headcount?

[shakingparadigm]

hey have we considered the possibility that the reason ivan specifically choked till was because he was mimicking what mizi did to luka in round 5

Yup, pretty sure that's where he got the idea. Ivan got to witness exactly what the consequences were in that kind of situation. He became aware of the near-immediate death sentence, a way to eliminate yourself before the scores are even tallied. Ivan was desperate, and this seemed like the only sure-fire method to ensure Till's survival since he was underperforming. It's most likely thanks to Mizi's outburst in ROUND 5 that Ivan was able to pull off this sacrifice.

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

[rayroseu]

its just ashes, nothing left but ashes

if only i could've burned to death in that fire too...

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Kicking my heels thinking about Dean giving Cas something to dress up in for a case in one of his giddy 'Cas is here!' moments and when he comes out Dean is all "sweet!" and "looking good!" and "give us a twirl!" so Cas turns in an awkward little circle with his bashful little 'getting positive attention from Dean' smile. And as Dean passes him to say "let's go get this [mashed up pop culture reference] son of a bitch" he pats Cas’s hip. This is real this is real to me.

[tennessoui]

#6, #20, and/or #38 for Road Trip AU my beloved!

ooo thank you for these road trip au (a/b/o dynamics within)!! i will answer them all and then just write a few paragraphs for one :D

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?

ok what an interesting question for road trip au cause you know they've probably thought loosely about how one of them should move out because they're too attached and this is gonna end in heartbreak

but like the moment the other one is like 'hey let's resign the lease together forever and ever', the first one is like 'yeah of ocurse lets do it. best friend roommates for life.'

but in the hypothetical next chapter for the fic, it's anakin that goes into rut and then refuses to let obi-wan be in the room with him for his safety and to try and respect obi-wan's wishes - and obi-wan definitely irrationally feels like this means anakin has left/doesn't want him at all anymore

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

oooo the "you are my sunshine" song but when they hear it/sing it, they're both convinced the other one is the "you"

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?

i think there's a moment in the fic/christmas fic where obi-wan mentions a hot professor flying into town and meeting up for some casual bdsm (which he never would have agreed to if he knew at the same time anakin was meeting jezebel) so i feel like obi-wan's more sexually experimental. he can separate his instincts from every day life super well (for everyone but anakin ofc). i'm sure anakin has done his own experimenting with kinks and such but you'd never know he likes to toss people around for how gently he places obi-wan in the bed lol

and for the writing! 20. what's their song (feat some post-get together fluff):

Obi-Wan wakes blearily to the feeling of the mattress shifting beneath him, the weighted blanket of Anakin's arm moving away. He lets out a noise of protest, though it's not nearly as indignant as he intends, residual sleepiness stealing the edge of his irritation.

"Hush," Anakin murmurs, hand carding gently through his hair as he pulls away. "I heard her shifting around on the monitor, she's about to wake up."

The worst part is, the alpha sounds downright chipper about it, as if their infant's fussy sleeps are like little tiny miracles or unexpected snow days that cancel school.

Obi-Wan grunts and rolls over into Anakin's warm spot. If Anakin wants to get up this time, then he's not going to complain. If Anakin wants to get up every time, in fact, Obi-Wan isn't going to complain. Obi-Wan's worked night shifts most of his adult life. On parental leave with a partner willing and eager to get up in the middle of the night to feed his daughter, to change his daughter, to cuddle his daughter back to sleep, Obi-Wan's not getting up for anything.

The apartment is quiet and still, the only sounds being the faint shifting noises coming from the baby monitor as his daughter fusses herself awake. Obi-Wan rolls his head to the side and squints at the digital clock on Anakin's side of the bed. 2:12.

Later than usual, but still far too damn early. He rolls back to look at the ceiling, trying to convince his body to relax back into the sleep he so desperately needs, even though he knows it's already a lost cause. After six months sleeping beside Anakin Skywalker, he can't sleep alone. He's forgotten how.

When the baby monitor crackles alive with the sound of Anakin's croons, just a moment before his daughter's first shrill cry, Obi-Wan sits up and slips his feet into the slippers by his bed. He knows what comes next, and suddenly he does not want to miss this.

By the time he convinces his old bones and sore body to walk from the warmth and comfort of Anakin's (and now his too) bedroom to the nursery--Obi-Wan's old room--Anakin has picked up his daughter and has begun to pace around the room. He's already on the second verse.

"When I awoke dear, I was mistaken," his alpha murmur-sings, large hand completely engulfing the back of her head as he sways in place. Her cries have dropped to steady whimpers. "So I hung my head and cried."

Obi-Wan leans against the open door and looks at them. It's with a kernel of satisfaction that he thinks that he'd been right. Anakin was made to be a father. He was so good at it. So beautiful with his baby in his arms, expression soft and open and vulnerable and so sweet that Obi-Wan almost thinks that perhaps he's not supposed to be looking at this. Even though she's his daughter, and he's his alpha.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," Anakin sings, with such wonder in his tone that Obi-Wan pushes off the doorway and enters the room just to be closer to him. His presence seems to take Anakin by surprise, because the alpha blinks at him before frowning lightly, running his hand over the top of her head as he takes in Obi-Wan's presence. "You're supposed to be asleep, baby."

"I named her after that song, you know," Obi-Wan murmurs, stepping forward until he can run a finger down her soft cheek. He rests his chin on Anakin's shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Rey, like ray of sunshine."

"Oh," Anakin says. "No, I didn't know that."

"Because you used to sing me that song," Obi-Wan adds, turning and pressing his lips to the bare skin of Anakin's neck. "When I was exhausted from work or sick or you thought I was asleep."

"I definitely thought you were asleep," Anakin says, eyes falling back to his baby. She's gone back to sleep. Little Rey Kenobi-Skywalker, curled up on her father's chest and fast asleep as if she'd never fussed at all.

"I used to hear that song and think about you," Obi-Wan admits. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you..."

"That's funny, sweetheart," Anakin replies, turning towards him so that the baby is kept safely between their bodies and Anakin can look at him with dark eyes. "Cause I used to sing that to you and mean every word."

[horror-aesthete]