#That being said: There will be no Dreamer ships on this blog

[follied-dreams]

Opinion on dreambunny? Dreamer x Melanie.

[ Gonna answer this ooc in the two different ways I could think of. This is in the context that Dreamer is *Dreamer*. Not Folly. Dreamer.

- Canon story wise: Personally, there are better people to ship either of them with. Idm it. It's not my cup of tea, and I'd rather keep anything between them platonic.

- Shattered Star Au: The dreamer Mel knew doesn't exist anymore. And the one that does is a child/teenager. So uh. Dont.

Overall: I dont care. Again. Not my cup of tea, but people can do as they please. Just not with my art and whatnot. ]

[luminoustarlight]

On The Edge | Din Djarin

A bounty takes you and The Mandalorian to Batuu and he reveals his true desires.

rating: explicit | pairing: din djarin x afab!reader | wc: 7.1k | read on ao3 warnings: canonical type violence, fluff, SMUT [vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, praise kink, blind folds], mutual pining

this is a repost from old blogs of mine but it is my writing <3

Wild space fascinates you. The Unknown Regions of the galaxy are just that— unknown. Black holes, supernovas, and strange phenomena are largely unexplored and still remain a mystery to most space travelers. You’ve dreamt about what it might be like to witness a burst of colorful energy, no longer wishing to be a star, but rather a spectacle to be seen. 

You’ve loved the many parts of the galaxy you’ve seen, planets you often frequented, but the stars always look the same no matter where you are. Inner, Mid, or Outer Rim. 

As Mando lands the Crest at one of the ports on Batuu, you know this is the closest you’ll get to being in Wild Space. You’ve read stories and heard tales of travelers who stopped on Batuu before making their journey into the unknown. You are at the edge of the galaxy and you want to explore. 

Thankfully, Mando said you can take Grogu with you to the Black Spire Outpost while he is off tracking his bounty… or bounties. Batuu has largely become a backwater world full of smugglers, gamblers, and those who want to stay off the grid. Since travelers no longer need to make a stop on the planet before venturing further into space thanks to advancements in hyperspace technology, it’s been the perfect hideout. It’s a haven for those who prefer life in the shadows. 

Still, trading outposts thrive with shops and popular eateries. You can’t wait to get Grogu out of the ship and stretch your legs. 

You are definitely in need of some new clothes thanks to a run-in with a couple of testy loth-cats going after the Child. Speaking of Grogu, he’s in need of some actual toys. And maybe you’ll get something for The Mandalorian to remember you by if you ever met an untimely fate. 

Hey, running around with a bounty hunter and a child is a dangerous business. Not to mention the bounty that was once on your head, too. Nevertheless, after nearly a year with the gruff Mandalorian and curious child, you would trade your life for theirs without an ounce of hesitance. 

You like Mando more than you like to admit. He broody, you’re bubbly. He’s quiet, you’re talkative. He’s realistic, you’re a dreamer. Sometimes you feel like you’re chipping away at his Beskar wall, discovering parts of Mando he’s forgotten about himself. You never pry, you always let him lead the conversation. And actual conversations with The Mandalorian are few and far between. But when you have them, they matter more to you than he knows. 

Mando stands from his chair and heads for the armory. You follow close behind, Grogu nestled in your arms. You’ve gotten quite good at descending the ladder with one hand from the amount of time you hold the Child.

“Here.” Mando shoves your WESTAR-35 pistol against you. You grab it with your free hand before he releases it to gather more weapons for his trek. You are about to say that you don’t want it, but he speaks before you do. “It’s seedy out there. And you’re taking the Kid. Just to be safe. Do you have your knife?” 

You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve learned about Mando that’s surprised you, it’s that he worries. A lot. 

“ It’s not paranoia if you encounter untrustworthy people every day. It’s being proactive.” You remember him telling you many months ago. You think it’s sweet he wants you to be protected. Or maybe it’s more for the Kid. 

“Maker, Mando. We’re just going to the shops and getting something to eat.” 

“I just want you to be prepared. You’re very—” Mando stops abruptly, catching himself before he says something he wants to keep to himself. “I don’t want… someone might try to take advantage of you.” 

“You know I’m too keen to let that happen. I have my wits, my weapons, and my good looks.” You place Grogu on his feet so you can conceal your pistol beneath your shirt. You check your side pocket, ensuring you have the knife Mando crafted for you. It’s a more thoughtful gift than you initially realized, but you cherish it now. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Mando mumbles, turning away from you. 

What does that mean? Before you can ask, he turns back around with a pouch of credits. “This is yours to spend.” And then he hands you another. “This is for food. For you and Grogu. Save your credits.” 

Your eyebrows crease together. He is being awfully generous today… perhaps it’s because he knows how long you’ve dreamt of visiting the Black Spire Outpost. Or perhaps it’s because he’s tracking three bounties and knows he’s in for a big payday when he gets all of them back to Karga. 

He stares at you while you think of the reason why he’s given you so much. Then your face relaxes. Just be thankful. 

“Thank you, Mando. Bright Eyes and I are gonna get a feast at Ronto Roasters, aren’t we, buddy?” 

The Child quirks up at you, cooing at the thought of something carnivorous to eat. 

“Just be careful,” Mando warns while the three of you descend the ramp with the Kid’s pram beside you. 

“I know.” 

“I’ll be gone for at least a few days. I might not return until I have acquired all three bounties.” 

“Okay,” you say contentedly. It’s routine for Mando to leave for extended periods of time. Sometimes you’d go a couple of days without communication and that used to worry you, but it doesn’t anymore. After about two months of traveling with him, you two decided that if you hadn’t heard anything from him: a hello, an update, or anything after seven days, you would contact him. He also said if you ever needed anything, you could turn on the comms. Every time Mando leaves, he hopes you need something. Hopes you want to hear his voice just as much as he wants to hear yours. You never do, though. 

“Mando?” 

The bounty hunter twists his head in your direction. He’d been looking towards the outpost, silent and brooding. “What?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Fine.” He bends down to pick up the Kid. “Behave, okay? Listen to your mother.” 

Your heart squeezes. He can’t go around saying things like “your mother” because that would imply Mando is “his father” and that would imply that the three of you are a family. And you’re not a family. Right? What constitutes a family, anyway? Certainly not a bounty hunter and his two ex-bounties he’s decided to keep for the long haul. Now you’re the one staring at the outpost. 

“I’ll…” Mando places your shared child in the pram. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” 

Grogu’s ears drop, a tell-tale sign of his sadness or disappointment. He knows Mando is leaving. He looks over at you with big, sorrowful eyes. 

“How could we? You’re the life of the party, Mando,” you say lightly. You get a little chuckle out of him because you both know that you’re the entertaining one. Still, you wish you could walk around the outpost together, have a meal together, and share the experience of being at the edge of the galaxy together. 

But off you go in different directions, Mando’s cape whipping in the wind. You look back at him several times and he looks back at you until you and Grogu disappear into the crowd. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 

“What do you think about this?” You hold up a light brown shawl with a hood. The fabric is light and drapey, and it would be ideal for cooler nights on temperate planets. You’ve already purchased a heavier jacket, made with stiffer and thicker material equipped with many practical pockets from another merchant. You also got new pants to replace the ones the loth-cats tore through, as well as some flowy and airy pants for warmer weather. Mando gave you the money to spend, right? Might as well get a new wardrobe with it. 

Grogu coos in approval at the shawl you are showing him and you decide to pay for this last piece of clothing and then head to the Toydarian Toymaker. Although you know Grogu will still play with anything but an actual toy, you still feel bad all he has is the metal ball from the lever in the cockpit. 

“What an interesting looking child you have there,” the Trandoshan clerk comments as he takes your credits. You glance at Grogu in the pram, unsuspecting of the tone the Trandoshan spoke in. You take your shawl from the counter and take the Kid out of the egg. You hold onto him tightly as the worker stares at him. His thin tongue slips out of his mouth and licks his scales. 

Not good. 

“Thank you. Goodbye,” you grab the rest of your purchases and walk calmly but swiftly out of the shop. Not good, not good, not good. The pram only moves so fast, so you know it’s best to keep the Child in your arms. Your bags of new clothing weigh heavily on your shoulder as you try not to obviously run away from the Trandoshan. You look behind you to see if he’s trailing you. 

Grogu giggles wildly against you, rather enjoying his excursion. “Now’s not the time, Kid. I think we’ve got trouble.” 

You pass by unassuming patrons, many of them walking leisurely from store to store. “Sorry! Sorry!” You apologize to a mother when you bumped into her son. She curses at you in her native language but you’re already gone. As you round the corner to the port where the Crest is, a loud croak emerges behind you. You immediately drop your bag and whip out your pistol from behind your back. 

The shopkeeper is nearing you with his blaster pointed at your face. His yellow eyes bore into you, trying to determine what your next move is. Your arm is aimed steadily at the reptilian creature, your controlled and intentional breathing calming you. There is no one else around the port and you’re not sure if that comforts or concerns you. No witnesses. No helpers, either. Not that anyone would help, anyway. 

“Hand over the kid,” he sneers while stepping closer. You walk backward as he does so, not once taking your eyes off of him. Grogu’s soft ear brushes against your arm as he looks up at you. 

“Over my dead body.” 

“If that is what you wish…” 

Blast! 

Unfaltering, you fire your pistol, dead center in the Trandoshan’s chest. He drops to the ground with a heavy thud and wisps of smoke trail into the air. A wave of relief washes over you and you kiss the top of Grogu’s fuzzy head. 

But then you realize it shouldn’t have been so easy. Trandoshans relish in the thrill of the hunt. That was hardly a fight and there didn’t seem to be any real sense of urgency for acquiring your child. Was he hunting Grogu as a bounty or as a snack? Both thoughts make you shiver. You place him back in his pram and close it. You cautiously walk towards the Trandoshan, still lying on the ground. You know that they are quick to heal but don’t know the full extent of their abilities. You kick his blaster out of arm's reach before standing over him and shooting him in the head. And then the chest again…  

You need to be sure he’s dead and you’ve never killed a Trandoshan before. If it was overkill, so be it. You’ll do anything to protect your child. 

Now you just need to figure out what to do with the body… 

You grab your bag full of new clothing and open Grogu’s egg. There he is, bright-eyed and smiling at you. You feel bad you didn’t get around to buying him anything, but perhaps you’ll go back out. Or maybe that’s a bad idea. You need to talk to Mando. But you also know he’d likely come back to make sure everything was okay. And you have everything under control. 

Safe in the ship, you hike up to the cockpit to get on the comms. You hope it doesn’t freak him out, since you’ve never contacted him before. What if he’s tailing his bounty? What if he is fighting them and you distract him and he ends up killed? 

No, your Mandalorian is too good for that to happen. You sit down in Mando’s seat and hover your finger over the intercom button. Here it goes. 

Static crackles before the airway goes clear. “M-Mando?” 

“Sarad?” Mando says immediately. You let out a sigh of relief when you hear your nickname. A nickname you still don’t know the meaning of. “Are you okay? Grogu?” 

You swallow. Why are you so nervous? You killed the guy, Grogu is safe, and you feel… fine? “We’re both fine. Well, I mean… not fine. We’re not hurt. It’s just that—” 

“What is it,” Mando pressed, adding your name at the end. 

“We were at a shop. Everything was fine until it wasn’t. A Trandoshan was taking the money and he made a comment about Grogu and it was just off. He was so creepy and his eyes looked hungry. I just grabbed my things and took off. I made it to the ship but he was already there. He said to hand over the Kid and I said ‘over my dead body,’ and I shot him. And then I shot him again. And then again. I had to make sure he was dead, you know? I don’t know if he had a fob, I didn’t hear it at all. I feel so guilty because I shopped so much and I didn’t get anything for Grogu so I thought maybe we’d go back out but is that a bad idea? It’s probably a bad idea. But we’re so far out and we just got here so maybe that guy just wanted to eat him? I-” 

“Sarad, take a breath,” Mando says calmly. He can just imagine you in a frazzled state with unfocused eyes when telling him a story.

You do as he says, breathing in deeply. Oh, that feels good. Your lungs appreciated the taste of air. Have you not taken a breath that whole time? 

“Where is the Trandoshan now?”

 “Right where I killed him. Outside of the ship. What am I supposed to do with it?” 

“Is there anyone else at the port?” 

“Not that I know of.” 

“Local patrol will eventually find him. If they try to make contact with you on the ship, ignore it. They’ll think no one is on board and they have no rights to search it.” He sounds so sure of himself, but you can’t help but imagine patrol boarding the ship and arresting you. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes. Do you want me to come back?” 

How are you supposed to answer that? Of course, you want him to come back. You always want him to come back the minute he leaves. You want to go back to the Black Spire and shop with him, have him help you find something for Grogu. But he has a job to do. And stealing your heart was not one of them. 

“No, we’ll be fine,” you sigh. 

“We’ll talk later,” Mando says gently, promisingly. Hopefully. 

A couple of hours later, local patrol indeed picks up the Trandoshan you killed and makes no effort in contacting you on the ship. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 

The Crest is quiet and still. Grogu is taking a nap and you’re doing a deep clean of the weapons. Mando has been gone for three days and you’ve talked every day. Usually, he is the one who gets on, asking if you are around. Of course, you’re around. Where else would you go? You can’t tell him you’re too scared to go back to the outpost, so you told him you would use this time to clean the ship and make any repairs that you’d been putting off. 

Every barrel, chamber, handle, and trigger of the blasters are as good as new. You disassembled each of them and meticulously put them back together. Mando, of course, has his pulse rifle and several other weapons, so you won’t be able to clean them until he comes back. 

You miss him. You miss him more than you ever have and you don’t know why. You’re used to being away from him and not talking for extended lengths of time. Now you’re talking to him every day, throughout the day, and you long to have him next to you. To have his broad figure taking up half of the space in the cockpit and his modulated breathing as a comforting sound to help you sleep. 

There’s only so much you can do to entertain Grogu. You tell him the same tales of travelers venturing into the unknown frontier of Wild Space, helping him practice the Force magic with the metal ball and other objects around the ship, coming up with songs while you tinker with repairs. You love him, but you’re getting a little stir-crazy. You want to go back to the Outpost and you want Mando. 

You close up the armory and decide to join Grogu for a nap when you hear Mando say your name over the comms. “You there?” 

“I’m here,” you say into your portable communicator. You fixed it on the second day so you don’t have to stay in the cockpit or race up whenever Mando reaches out. 

“Good. I- I just wanted to hear your voice.” 

Thump, thump. You place your hand over your heart. Cool it. “Oh. well, hi. How are you?” 

“Good,” he replies, unconvincingly. He’s tired. You know he is.“I’ve got two of the bounties. I’m on my way back.” 

Your heart hammers harder. Depending on where he is, he could be back before or by nightfall. You could see him tonight, tomorrow morning at the very latest. He’d be stinky and probably grumpy like he always is when he comes back from a long hunt, but he’d be home.

And you can figure out what the stars is going on with your emotions. Maybe. Hopefully. Or they’ll get worse. 

“That’s good. I, um… we miss you.” 

You feel like you can hear Mando smile. “I miss you, too,” he says quietly, unsure if he wants you to hear him say it. “Both of you,” he follows up. “I’ll be back soon.” 

 I miss you, too. You think that’s the closest you’ll get to knowing how Mando feels about you. He misses you. He’s given you gifts. He trusts you with the Child. It may not be a proclamation of love or anything, but it’s enough. For now. 

“Blech.” An unfamiliar voice on Mando’s end grouches. “ Who is that? Your girlfriend or something?” 

“Shut it,” Mando warns sternly. “Sorry,” he says more gently, directed at you, you presume. 

“It’s okay.”

Several whines come from behind the storage door Mando uses as a sleeping bunk. Grogu has just woken up from his nap. “Hold on, the Kid’s waking up. I’m sure he’d love to hear your voice.” 

“Alright.” 

You press the control panel and the door slides open quickly. Grogu smiles when his bright inky eyes land on you. He babbles happily and raises his arms out toward you. “Hey buddy,” you lift him out of the hammock. “Say ‘hi’ to Dad.” 

Grogu coos into your communicator. 

“Hey, Kid,” Mando says. “Has your buir been taking good care of you?” 

“No, we’ve been eating nothing but junk food and killing more Trandoshans,” you reply on behalf of Grogu. 

Mando lets himself chuckle at your comment. “I’m sure you have been.” 

“I think I’m going to hurl. I’d rather be dead than listen to this conversation.” The same mysterious voice interjects again. The bounty can’t even hear what you’re saying. They must be filling in your replies with their imagination. 

“I gave you the option,” your bounty hunter calls back to his infamous one-liner. 

“Hey,” you offer gently. “Just worry about getting back safely. We’ll see you when you get back.” 

“Can’t wait, sarad. ” 

The comm goes silent. Your heart is hammering, your tummy is bubbling and your head is reeling. Mando wanted to hear your voice. He said he can’t wait to see you. You look at Grogu and ask, “Do you have any idea what’s going on between me and your dad?” 

Your child replies back with a curious coo. You’re in love with him, you assume he says. Can it be? Are you in love with The Mandalorian? 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 

It feels like hours had gone by since you last spoke with Mando. You thought every sound you heard was the ramp lowering. You paced the hull of the ship, climbed up and down the ladder, and played with Grogu until you grew impossibly antsy. Those bounties must be slowing him down.  

When Mando finally comes back, you’re using the kriffing vacc tube! 

A clamoring erupts from the other side of the door, much of it sounding like resistance from the two bounties. Just as you emerge from the vacc tube, Mando is pushing one of the bounties into the carbonite freezer. The other, a tall, blonde, human male is looking directly at you. His wrists are bound in front of him and he knows what his near future is looking like, but that doesn’t stop him from smirking at you. “Hey there, pretty thing.” 

“Mando, you’re back,” you smile lightly, ignoring the bounty’s comment. It’s the same voice you heard over the comms. As you begin to walk towards them, the bounty frowns at you, extending his shackled arms forward, trying to catch the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. 

“Now, that’s no way to treat a guest. You just gonna let her ignore me like that?” 

You roll your eyes and punch him firmly in the gut. You (and Mando) watch with contentment as he doubles over in pain. You know how to land a good blow, which is just part of why Mando keeps you around. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you taunt. “Was that the kind of attention you wanted?” 

You kick him into the freezer and let Mando hit the control. The man’s slender face grimaces, temporarily immortalizing his expression until he’s defrosted. 

“Hi,” Mando finally says. “Did he touch you? Are you alright?” 

You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m really just… I’m happy to see you.” 

Mando sighs and steps closer to you. As you let him into your space, you breathe him in. He doesn’t smell as bad as you thought he might. Granted, the weather on Batuu is pretty mild. No extreme heat to cause excessive sweating beneath his armorweave and Beskar. Still, he’s gone four days without a shower. It doesn’t matter. You want to hug him. You want to be all around him, swallowed in his scent. You’ve missed him so kriffing much, you don’t even realize he’s brought his gloved hand up to your forehead. Your skin prickles and your breath catches in your throat. He traces a line down your face to your chin. He angles your head towards his and Maker, nothing is normal about this. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

I’m thinking about how much I’ve missed you and how I want to get on my knees and– 

“Hey, Grogu,” Mando notices your child tugging at the hem of his pants. He lifts him in his arms. Grogu clings onto Mando’s cowl and babbles happily. “I’ve missed you, too.” 

“A-are you going back out? For the third bounty?” 

Mando shakes his head. “The third bounty isn’t here anymore.” 

Oh. That means you’re leaving Batuu. You didn’t even have a chance to get anything for Grogu or Mando. He can tell you’re disappointed by the way your face falls. “We can stay another day. If you wanted to go back to the Outpost together.” 

Can he read minds now? 

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Are you hungry? We don’t have any food left, but we can go back to Ronto Roasters and bring it back here. Or I can go out and let you spend some time with Grogu and freshen up.” You can tell how exhausted he is. You don’t even have to see his face to know that. His shoulders reveal a multitude of traits— they adopt a heaviness when he’s tired. They roll back when he’s intimidating a bounty. And when he’s with you and Grogu, you feel as though he finally lets himself relax. 

“You sure you want to go out alone?” Mando’s voice is tentative. He knows you were worried about going back out with Grogu, but he isn’t sure how you feel about going out alone. He knows you’re capable of it. You have your pistol, your knife, and your solid fists. 

“I’m good. Is that what you want me to do?” 

Not really, he thinks. He wants you to stay on the ship. He wants to hear about everything you and Grogu got up to while he was gone. He wants to see what you got for yourself at the outpost, but most of all, he just doesn’t want you to leave. He wants to be with you. But then his stomach rumbles. Dank ferrik. He hasn’t eaten anything substantial in days. As much as it displeases him, he agrees to let you go back out. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 

The Mandalorian is taking a nap when you return with the food. You half expected him to be asleep with the Child in his arms and you are right. Grogu is anything but tired, having already taken four naps during the day. He’s nestled against Mando’s side, nice and safe from the monsters lurking in the shadows. 

You set the food down at the foot of the closet and tap on the wall. Mando lifts his head and smiles beneath his helmet. “Food’s hot, if you want it,” you inform. You turn to make your way up the ladder but stop when you hear scuffling and feel a gloved hand on your wrist. 

“Stay?” Mando wonders. 

He wants you to stay? While he eats? You were only going to do what you always do. If Mando’s eating below deck, you go up top, and vice versa. “You don’t want to eat?” 

“I- I do. I was wondering… if you might want to eat together. Back to back,” he quickly adds. “I trust you,” he emphasizes those last three words, reiterating the bond you two have built over the past eleven months. 

“I’d love nothing more than to have dinner with you, Mando.” 

You begin taking out the food, arranging it in a line on the floor of the Crest. You gather three plates while Mando opens the containers of meat, vegetables, and starch. 

With piles of food on each of your plates, you and Mando sit back to back, with Grogu on your lap. He isn’t moving and neither are you. He might have suggested the idea, but if he’s having second thoughts, you don’t want him to be uncomfortable. “We don’t have to do this,” you say. 

“No,” Mando quickly replies. “I want to. Just… do you promise not to look, sarad ?” 

“I promise on all the stars of the known and unknown galaxies. I would never betray your trust.” You try to comprehend the gravity of this action for him. It’s forbidden for him to show his face to any living thing. And although you’re not going to see his face, here he is, removing his helmet in your presence. Because he trusts you. 

With a click, hiss, and a clunk, his helmet was off. You glance behind you, to see the glimmer of his helmet on the ground. You snap your head back and look straight. You tell yourself to focus on Grogu getting grease on your new pants, to focus on the inviting food on your plate, to focus on anything but your helmetless Mandalorian. You begin shoving your face with Solanum. Grogu offers you a piece of meat with a coo. 

“You with me, sarad ?” 

You almost choke on the food in your mouth. His voice rings through your ears and your spine shivers. Clear and unmodulated, raspy and gruff, but gentle all the same. You want to hear him again. You swallow. “Here. I’m here.” 

“Got nervous for a second. You were so quiet. It’s unlike you.” 

“Ha,” you deadpan. You can’t very well say you were silent because the only thoughts in your head are of him. What his face looks like, why he waited until now to do this, why he wanted to do this. “Do you like the food?” You ask instead. 

“Yes. It’s very good. Does Grogu like it?” Mando already knows the answer to the question, both of you knowing that the Kid likes everything, especially if it’s meat. 

“He’s almost done,” you laugh. You wonder how such a little thing can eat so much and so quickly. A large meal always tuckers him out, though. 

Mando hums in acknowledgment.

You finish dinner in comfortable silence. Grogu is sacked out in your arms by the time you two are done. “Gonna put him in the hammock. Don’t turn around, okay?” You’re already facing the bunk from the dinner so at least you don’t have to pass him. 

“Okay,” he replies. 

“Good night, little one.” You run your hand over the top of Grogu’s fuzzy head. You close the door and warn Mando that you’re turning around. “Wait,” you shut your eyes. “Am I allowed to see the color of your hair? I’m closing my eyes, my eyes are shut.” 

The Mandalorian rises from the floor and takes long strides over to where you’re standing. Right next to the vacc tube and sleeping bunk. How romantic. “Keep them closed,” he whispers close to you. 

You jump reactively, placing your hand over your heart. You instinctively want to open your eyes, but you squeeze them tight, scrunching your nose along with them. “Maker, Mando. You scared me.” 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and brings it down to your sides. He slides his hand into yours. You can feel his breath on your face, all warm and savory from your meal. 

“It’s okay,” you answer softly. You let the tension in your face fall while still keeping your eyes closed. The tension in your chest, however, is a different story. It’s growing and stretching and clenching. 

“You’re so beautiful, sarad.” Mando threads his fingers between yours. “I’ve always thought so but seeing you through my own eyes, it’s so clear. Mesh’la.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Beautiful,” he answers. You’re half surprised, seeing as he hasn’t told you what sarad means. 

“I-I’m sure you’re beautiful, too.” 

“You don’t have to say that.” 

“I mean it, Mando.” That name feels wrong now that he’s taken off his helmet. Doesn’t his helmet make him a Mandalorian? Now he’s just a man in armor, his face exposed to you, and Mando isn’t his name. He has a real name that goes with his face. The name his parents gave him when he was born. You wish so deeply to know who he really is. “You have a kindness to you. I don’t know if you know that you possess it, but you do. You’ve taken me and Grogu under your wing, you care for us and worry about us… it all makes you beautiful.” 

“ Sarad. My sweet sarad. You see things in me that I don’t. You’re kinder than me, more thoughtful than me. You’re selfless and generous. You take care of me and the Kid. You make me want to be a better person.  I want…” 

You feel his forehead rest against yours. Your legs are going to buckle beneath you, your heart is about to escape and leap into Mando’s chest. You can have it! 

“I want you,” Mando finally admits. And just like that, your heart is no longer yours. It is his and his to do what he wants with it. He can break it, he can cherish it, he can keep it forever. Because the culmination of everything you two have been through has led to this moment in the Crest.

You don’t even think. You tilt your head up blindly and press your lips against his. They are soft, but the scruff above his lip is coarse. He doesn’t hesitate, either. He moves against you, putting his hands on either side of your cheeks. He brings you impossibly closer to him, afraid that if he lets you go he’ll never get you back. The deep scent of leather from his gloves invades your senses as his tongue slips into your mouth. Your own hands find themselves in his hair. 

“Is this okay?” you mumble against him. 

“M-more than okay. Want…” he kisses harder before pulling away to look at you. Your eyes are still closed but your mouth is agape. You lean forward, wishing to fill the void Mando created. 

“What?” you furrow your brows. 

“I want more. If you’ll let me.” 

You tug on the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hair is soft and you can tell he keeps it well-trimmed. “You mean you want to have sex with me?” 

Mando— you wish you knew his name— almost snickers. At least, that’s what it sort of sounds like. “Among other things, mesh’la .”

“Like what?” You gulp. 

“Like hearing you say my name.” 

First, he takes off his helmet and now he wants you to say his name? Did he hit his head out there? “Wh-what?” 

He pushes your hair away from your forehead and trails his hands down your exposed arms before landing at your hands. He grasps them firmly, then brings them to your chest. “My name is Din Djarin. And I’d like to hear you say it.” 

Din Djarin. Din Djarin. You know your Mandalorian’s name. How wizard is that? “Din Djarin,” you say tenderly. “Din Djarin. A beautiful name for a beautiful man.” 

Din just gave you his heart, and then some. Who he is under the armor and helmet. Who his parents made him to be. He’s just a man. A brave man, a complicated man. A man you wish to know everything about. You’ve known him for eleven months and you’ve only just learned his name. You can’t help but think you’ve got a long way to go. 

“Will you let me take care of you, mesh’la ? Will you let me have you?” 

You nod promptly. Your center is already pooling with arousal, aching with anticipation. “Please, Din. Let you do anything.” 

Something is stirring deep within Din when he hears his name roll off your tongue. Like you were made to say his name. You and only you. “Good. Stay here, sweet girl. Keep your eyes closed.” 

You do as he says, soon hearing him rummage through the storage bins against the wall. You aren’t waiting long before he comes back to you. “Turn around.” 

“Would it kill you to say please?” 

Maker, you’re insufferable sometimes. “Please.” 

“Thank you.” You turn on your heels. Din places a light piece of fabric over your eyes and you immediately know why he’s blindfolding you. Din turns you back around and his lips return to yours, sending surprise tingles through your body. His hands can’t decide where they want to be– first your face, then your hair, then down to your waist before settling on your hips. He digs his fingers into your backside, pulling you closer to his body. He nudges his thigh between your legs, briefly brushing the spot that desperately needs attention. You groan, rolling your head back and allowing Din perfect access to your neck. 

He places light kisses down the expanse of your neck, peppering them from your collarbone, up to the corner of your jaw. You lower yourself onto his cold Beskar cuisse, hoping to create some friction against your center. 

Unsuccessful.

“Need you,” you breathe, struggling to find purchase on his armored body. Maker, there is barely anything for you to cling to, save for his cowl and cape. 

“What do you need, mesh’la ?”

“F-fingers, mouth, anything. Just more. Please,” you lean your head down on Din’s pauldron, steadying yourself with his shoulders when he removes his thigh from between your legs. He picks you up in one fell swoop, making you yelp in surprise. He walks two paces over to your bedroll and gently lays you down. 

“How about both?” Din slides your flowy pants and underwear down your legs. His cock twitches with each inch of skin that is revealed. He kisses over your navel, down to your center where you’re glistening for him. He removes his gloves and places them in the pile with your pants. “Perfect,” he breathes. “Just perfect.” 

Din drags two fingers up your folds and presses on your clit. You shudder beneath him, overwhelmed by what you cannot see. His face mere inches from your pussy, the lust in his eyes for you and all that you have to offer. He pushes your legs open, leaving one hand holding down your thigh. He plays with the slick between your folds, teasing your entrance with two fingertips. He waits for you to beg again, to say his name with fervor before pushing into you with thick digits. “ Maker, Din!” 

His fingers alone fill you well, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. At the same time, he brings his lips down to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Your hands finally found something to grasp onto in the form of his hair. His fingers work quickly against your walls and it’s not long before you’re squirming against your bed. His hands are rough but his mouth is soft and warm. He hums and groans against you as his cock is becoming too painful to ignore. He fiddles with his zipper with one hand while continuing to pleasure you with the other. And with his mouth still on your cunt, he’s proving to be quite the multitasker. 

“Din, I don’t wanna… don’t wanna cum yet,” you dig your head into your mattress when he sucks harshly on your clit. 

“You’ll cum as many times as I want you to.” Din kisses the soft flesh of the inside of your thigh. He does the same on the other. “So if I want you to cum on my fingers and my mouth, you’re going to do just that.” 

At this, Din inserts a third finger and you yelp, arching your back and fingers fisting your sheets. “Fuck! Feels good, Din. Feels so good.” 

He rubs his hand over the head of his cock, spreading his precum down the rest of his length. He groans into you and begins pumping himself at the same pace of his fingers fucking you. “Cum, mesh’la. I want you to cum before you take my cock.” 

You feel the sensation creep into your system. Din’s fingers and mouth overwhelm you and take away all control you had over your body. The coil begins to unravel, and your clit pulses as your orgasm washes through you. Your thighs quake and your breath staggers. Din laps all of you up, allowing you to ride out your high against his mouth. “Good girl, mesh’la. Such a good girl.” 

Din brings his lips up to yours as he aligns himself with your entrance. “Can I?” 

“Please,” you nod. 

Immediately, Din rolls his hips into you. Stretching you wide and filling you high, you’re thankful Din took the time to prepare you. He is still, perhaps waiting for you to adjust. He kisses you tenderly and releases a heavy sigh as he revels in the feel of you around him. It’s far better than he imagined. He never thought he’d feel so complete. There’s no place in the galaxy he’d rather be. 

“M-move, Din. Please,” you breathe into him, finding yourself, yet again, drawn to the textured locks on his head. He slowly begins to thrust into you, setting a page that allows him to take his time. He’s weighed down by all of his clothing and armor, breaking more of a sweat with keeping himself from putting all of his weight on you. “Let me ride you, Din. Please, just lay down and rest.” 

You’ve always known how to take control of a situation and he isn’t going to argue with you. Din halts his movements, removes himself from you, and lays beside you on your bedroll. You blindly swing your thigh over him, grabbed the base of his cock, and lowered yourself onto him. His hands grip either side of your hips, guiding you up and down. You rip your shirt over your head, exposing the dusty blush bralette you have on. Din groans upon seeing the mounds of your breast, the way the lacy and sheer fabric looks against your skin. So kriffing perfect, he thinks. You lean down, wrapping your arms around Din’s back. 

Din juts his hips up into you, eliciting another yelp from your perfect mouth. It won’t be long before you cum again. You two work together, creating a rhythm that flows beautifully. Your moans and his grunts compose the melody. A sweet and harmonious sound. He sucks and kisses your collar, while you do the same on his neck and jawline. You learn his scruff isn’t just around his mouth. He has the makings of a beard. 

“Gonna cum soon, sarad, ” Din pants. 

“Me too,” you moan. Din slips his hand between you, finding your clit with ease. “Maker! Fuck!” 

With the additional friction of his fingers against your swollen bud, you’re done for. Your body falls limp against Din and he holds you tightly while he spills his thick seed inside of you. His cock twitches while you clench around him. “ Nngh,” he groans weakly. You stay wrapped in his arms for a moment, savoring this first time with Din.

“Thank you, mesh’la,” Din whispers. “I need to wash up. I’m sorry. I should’ve before we… but I fell asleep…” 

“It’s okay,” you smile gently. You imagine what he must look like. Flustered, flushed, and sweaty. You roll off of him and tell him you’ll wait for him in the bunk with the lights off. 

“Okay,” he kisses you. He gets up from the bedroll and climbs up the ladder to the ‘fresher. You take off your blindfold when it was safe to do so. You have to blink a couple of times to adjust to the light. You tidy your clothes into a pile near your bed, use the vacc tube, and change into your sleeping clothes. You crawl into the sleeping bunk, shimmying under the covers that smell so strongly of Din. 

As you wait for him to finish washing up, you can only think of one thing. 

Forget about Wild Space. You want to discover anything and everything there is to know about Din Djarin.

ugh i'm still so proud of this piece

◂ din masterlist ▸ main masterlist

[uva124]

ASHA (MY AU)

Emmmmm how the hell do these types of blogs get started?

This post is just going to be me rambling on about what I want to do with Asha.

So let's get started?

INTRODUCTION: -As I said before I'm still developing this story (damn I don't even have an outline) but I wanted to start this rewrite (or plan it a little) because of something that really frustrates me about Wish, literally in a movie that commemorates 100 YEARS OF THE MOST IMPORTANT STUDY OF ANIMATION IN THE WORLD and the topic of art has not been given the importance it deserved, you know? It's like, yes, Asha shows her sketchbook in certain scenes, but then what? It literally seems like it's just for decoration, damn, Disney could have done the same thing as with the Miles Morales sketchbook in Spiderverse, but I'm already getting distracted from the topic, so one of my goals with this was to emphasize how important art can be , and not just the drawing, but all the forms that exist of it.

-So Asha is a little different from previous Disney princesses.

2. HISTORY:

CHILDHOOD: Yup! I'm joining the angst ship, I don't really blame anyone *cough* *cough* Flicker *cough* Bo *COUGH* *COUGH* ANNY *cough*, damn my allergies are getting worse. So Asha at this stage is quite cheerful and positive, basically like Rapunzel, Moana, Anna and this princess trope, however this takes place in the modern world (the movie would be set like in the princess and the frog movie only the world It's a little more modern) Asha discovers her passion for drawing, and as she grows up she wants to dedicate herself to that and is full of a lot of dedication and determination, but what would happen if we corrupted her dreams?

PUBERTY: “It's fine as a hobby…but it won't work Asha”, “Don't you like doing other more…useful things?”, “Come on, you have so much talent, are you really going to waste it on this?” , “Have fun without having a future” “Really this is more important than your other things Asha?” ,Yes, I am adding this, Asha wants to dedicate herself to animation, so Asha at first, like every Disney princess with character, ignores these types of comments, which came from anyone in general, some said it with good intentions and in a calmer mode and others in a more aggressive way (you know, being idiots), but when you receive this type of comments your entire life, it will somehow affect the protagonist, and it will only get worse *Insert evil laugh*

ADOLESCENCE: I didn't mention it but I plan to include Asha's family, or at least at the beginning, she was living with her parents Sakina and Tomas as in the official movie (I'm still debating whether to add Sabino or not), her father gets sick as in the original movie, so Sakina and Asha do their best to help him, then Asha has less and less time to concentrate on practicing drawing and in general her hobbies (I also want to emphasize that here Asha was doubting more and more about drawing as a professional way and started to despise her talent a little bit, not completely but that little seed had already been inserted in her head), her father was her biggest motivation, he was a dreamer like his daughter, her mother was more down to earth but equally supportive of her family, Tomas was always the first to see his daughter's drawings.

So continued the life of our protagonist, studying, working a little and drawing in the little time she had, and in those jobs she met Magnifico and Amaya, I'm still debating how I'm going to write them, but I'm sure I want them to do a scene with Asha that I'll explain later, for now let's continue.

One day Asha's father can't take it anymore and dies…….. all Asha could do was watch her mother running to her room because she really didn't want her daughter to see her in that state.

With that you're probably wondering, “Well, Asha can get a motivation to keep being a dreamer and pursue her dreams to follow her father's legacy rigth? “ Well actually………no, Asha in my Au unfortunately had already endured TOO many comments that referred to her dreams of being an entertainer or artist, even her mother had referred to it in a not so positive way (no, Sakina is a good mother, she's not perfect, but she cares like every mother about her daughter's future) , and without her major support in life, that…..eso ended up deciding that she would just give up on those dreams… or at least until a certain day.

CURRENTS: In the movie Asha is presented as a girl who studies a career that she does not like for the most part, but she says to herself “It's too late to redeem herself, there is no turning back, I just have to continue and everything will be fine, for me and my family”, she also works as an assistant to Magnifico and Amaya, during years of having met them she was getting closer little by little, in fact they knew the protagonist's family for some years but they had distanced themselves, they also “tried” to help with Tomas' illness, but as it was shown before that did not work out, now they gave Asha this job opportunity and she is not going to waste it, since she still has to help her mother.

Let's say that Asha doesn't draw much anymore, she still makes small sketches because, well, when you are really passionate about something you keep doing it despite the adversities, right? Even unconsciously (you're understanding what I'm trying to say, right? ), besides, it's not like she still deep inside has not stopped wanting to fulfill her dream, although she every time says that making drawings will not lead her to anything or just saying “it's a hobby that will not lead me to anything useful or important” is just to have a constant reminder that she might not make it, that it's not worth it, that no matter how much she loves to create and draw, it just doesn't make sense anymore.

Remember I told you about a scene between the villain duo and Asha? well this is what I have in mind:

Asha somehow or another is going to end up asking Magnifico and Amaya for help, which would lead to Asha maybe not working with them anymore or something so she can pursue a small glimmer of hope of fulfilling her dream of being an animator (as I say before, this post is just me rambling), the villain duo simply proceed to manipulate the poor girl by making snide and manipulative comments about her “insignificant goals” and her “wasted talent”, if Asha herself was already quite doubtful about these issues, this just makes her worse, she's lost, she doesn't know what to do, she's afraid of her future, she doesn't want to let her mother down, she doesn't want to end up being a disappointment (maybe I overdo angst, it doesn't matter, it's important for ✨character development✨).

Now a multiversal cosmic thing happens (that I'm still thinking about) but the point is that my Starboy (Haedus) and his 2 protégé/small brothers (Nembus and Naos) arrive, at first Asha is VERY SCARED AND CONFUSED, I mean, this is not possible right, she must be confused from crying so much - I mean this only happens in the movies and fantasy stories she saw as a child right?! (lmao)

At first she doesn't get along with Haedus, not at all, with the little ones at first she is a bit distant, but little by little she starts to develop a great appreciation for them, the little starlets (and then Haedus) throughout the story bring back to Asha that dreamy and positive side of her.

Also Asha is not the type of person who makes derogatory comments when it comes to the goals or dreams of other people and her friends despite having received them all her life, no, she is not that type of person, of course everything she has lived through makes her more sarcastic or pessimistic at times, but she doesn't want someone else to feel like her, she doesn't want anyone to go through what she went through, and this is only reinforced with the arrival of the stars.

I have to mention that Nembus and Naos make Asha remember how she was as a child: cheerful, positive, dreamer, and seeing how the antagonists want to hurt them, how that can destroy the hopes and illusions of the little stars, that just makes her more determined to defend the little ones at all costs.

“They still have dreams, and they can still fulfill them, that's why I won't let others destroy those dreams, not like me.”

3.PERSONALITY:

-Sarcastic -Negative to a certain extent -Empathetic -Indecisive -Calm -Organized

FINAL COMMENTS:

That's all I have for now, I hope I haven't bored you, as I said before, this is all just my rambling, I still don't have an outline or plan for this, anyway, I hope you had a good time reading this, see you next time!✨✨✨

[blueberrypancakesworld]

My side was always by yours

warning : hurt/comfort, fluff, kiss, dysfunctional family, use of weapons, angst

info : Oh another one-shot for a picture that inspired me very much THIS. Be sure to check out the blog @prideprejudce very good stuff and thanks for letting me write something about your work have fun reading and I hope you like it too :)

masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~

The torches didn't seem to twitch or dance for a moment. They cast no shadow for the highborn on the side of the royal family. The green ones.

The widow queen's heart hammered in her chest, her fingers clutching the chair at the head of the table, ,,We can't just do the demise of Rhaenyra…we'd be kingslayer" her words of resistance from her true inner Alicent who wanted nothing more than to turn back time before Viserys with her, but it was the words that filled her with fear, fear of her own family.

Her father's dark eyes, his look that always said more than his actions towards her, full of hatred, no disappointment, no his daughter could not disappoint him any more. She had disappointed him the moment she loved Rhaenyras herself, her heart and her whole being.

,,How did you think you could get blood on the throne, daughter?" Otto asked, sitting down and gripping the edge of the table a little tighter, letting her know that his patience was wearing thin with her preferences, her nature, her appearance. She had disappointed him enough.

,,Certainly not me," she heard the murmur of her first son's storm gray blue eyes, the mocking smile on his face, his family and yet the hint of pain. The pain that he had to fight, not for himself, no, Alicent Aegon had given up long after she and her father had ruined him.

No, Aegon was fighting for his own family…his children. She opened her dry lips as if the wine hadn't lit them but her real light Aemond gave her a look that almost made her flinch. It was the same reluctance as with Viserys, with Otto, with Aegon, with Criston, they all rejected the resistance of their queen.

She had power, she should be able to end everything and yet she was powerless in the face of her family who now sat before her. His sapphire flashed and the smirk made him give in to Lary's fearlessness and cruelty for a moment. ,,Mother, it is Aegon's and my birthright since time immemorial through the male bloodline," her own son told her and tradition and laws as if she were a stupid girl reading books she didn't understand.

Apathetically she nodded apathetically she smiled weakly and seemed only to perceive the fire of the torches. Dragons…her dragon…her Rhaenyra. ,,Rhaenyra…I will take care of the Widow Queen…it is my duty to bring the right blood to the throne," she said the words looking around with a confident look Aegon didn't care, Aemond seemed relieved and her father was relieved. But all just for a while.

Her shoes stopped in the corridors again as she hurried to her daughter in the light of the moon after a few hours of discussion. She felt strange, the dagger in her hand familiar and yet strange at the same time.

Hidden in the sleeve of her dress along with the small coin pouch, enough for a ship without questions. But the former queen felt strange. She was no longer a young girl running through the corridors with Rhaenyra and lcte, the steel on her back was not the admiration of Syrax's bridle that her beloved Rhaenyra had shown her.

Her own body no longer the same older with healed wounds and stretch marks from her own children. Only her heart was the same heart that still beat for Rhaenyra. But now this played a role in her heart beating with fear as she opened the door to her daughter.

Scurrying in, she held a hand over her mouth to stifle a startled gasp. Helaeana stood in front of her mother, already dressed, with her two twins Jaehaerys and Jaehaera sleeping on the bed.

,,We're going to see my half-sister Rhaenyra, aren't we mother?" the queen asked her lovely daughter, the dreamer of the family and the female image of Viserys, the man Alicent had never forgiven for not helping his daughter in this gift.

The mother touched her Helaena's hand, which she held out just for a moment to know she was there, ,,I am proud of you, my daughter," she murmured, and though there was no smile on the Targayren's lips, the look of approval was all Alicent needed to know.

She had always been on her mother's side, as much as she loved her own children, Aegon would never have been more than likely just a sibling.

Aegon too overwhelmed and Helaena too uninterested in a man who was shaming her, there were a thousand reasons why it wouldn't have worked out and yet here they were. Helaena had always been on the receiving end of the woman, her mother, the person who had touched her first. But the queen, like her mother, wasted no time in letting her tie Jaehaera on her back with cloths and Jaehaerys in front of her chest.

The third child to be born in a few moons was visible through the slightly bulging belly and would be born in the halls of his ancestors if all went well, she hoped. Shifting the small bag of clothes, insects and toys, the two women exchanged a final glance before Alicent clasped her daughter's hand and took her with her through the corridors.

,,We just have to make it through the gates to the castle," the brown-haired woman whispered, wanting to take the stairs to the entrance where there were fewer guards but Helaena paused, she knew how to get out and here it had been months and a few years since their marriage…Aegon had always snuck out through the corridor.

,,I know where to go mother and not to the harbor" the queen replied seeing the fear in her mother's eyes of not coming out and not coming to the seventh she had stood for all those years.

Nodding it was now the queen who led her mother past the guards making noises for distraction and waiting in the shadows all this while her children slept quietly but just like their mother they had become a quiet barely noticeable child.

Sneaking into the room of the first princess of the realm, Helaena went in search of the shadows while the older one swallowed. She hadn't been here for a long time, not with her. Everything looked as it had after her departure, yet empty and soulless.

It must still be here, it flashed through her mind and she began to search while Helaena had found the entrance and was already waiting there. She hugged her mother but hadn't seen similar images in her dreams of decisions of fire and hope it was the right thing to do.

Alicent had a brief look of victory when she found the old page from the historical book in the closet, hidden but easily visible. ,,We can," she said, hurrying to her daughter and following her down the dark stairs through the corridors into pitch darkness that made it easier for them.

,,You know these corridors?" she ventured after a few minutes of darkness and she herself had little idea, only suspicions, but not only the thought that Rhaenyra had passed through here more than ten years ago, but also Ageon, who had sneaked out and was carrying his own wife, made her walk on with disappointment.

,,A little I've always heard Aegon grandfather and others," the queen replied and even though Alicent couldn't see anything she believed her daughter was looking at her trying to encourage her until they stepped out a few minutes later.

The moon shone in the sky and stars lit up the city where the royal family women were. ,,Where to go?" Alicent asked, still confused, not knowing where else to go besides the harbor or a few rivers that crossed the water. ,,The dragon pit, Mother Dreamfyre, is already waiting," Helaena replied with such ease that one might think she had planned the escape, but it made sense, they would be allowed in and there are no guards there, dragons don't need protection, they had themselves.

Alicent hadn't realized that she had smiled at her daughter, that she had almost called her Rhaenyra, that she felt like she had on the nightly flights over the city they had taken together.

Hurrying to the dragon pit it was easy to get in the few guards were hardly active and the guards for the creatures only sounded the alarm when the animals started to roar but they didn't do that.

They smelled the familiarity of the dreamer with her strong connection to Dreamfyre and the familiar former queen. ,,Are you sure child?" she asked anyway as she placed her hand on the warm neck of the dragoness looking at her with the help of her daughter.

She hadn't been this close to a dragon in years, no months, but there was still a slight fear inside her and yet she had to swallow it. ,,Climb up behind me and hold this bag tightly, the egg for Maelor," she only said and she felt the warmth of the bag for the first time but it was clear that the rune-born prince also had a right, ,,What about Morghul and Shrykos?" the widow queen asked and looked into the hollow of the smaller dragon of her grandchildren.

But Helaena just nodded and seemed to get Dreamfyre to move without words and the two younger dragons followed their mother, ,,They will cling to her when they are exhausted," the queen said before Dreamfyre ran faster and spread her wings, Alicent clung to her daughter and clutched the bag before she felt the cool air around her a few moments later and Dreamfyre carried her out into the air towards Dragonstone.

Quietly and quickly they flew over King's Landing towards the sea knowing that they would probably be missed at dawn if they weren't seen now. Please, gods, don't let my sons, soaked by my father's hatred, hunt for us, the queen prayed, clutching the bag tightly and letting her daughter know that they could fly even faster and understand the smaller, younger dragons.

It took a few hours to get to King's Landing, the night would soon be over and they could guess that as soon as the sun rose, King's Landing would wake up and they would be gone. ,,They didn't follow us, thank the gods," she murmured and saw her granddaughter's little wide eyes looking at her and her grandmother stroking her bright hair.

Helaena, who hadn't said a word, stroked her son's and daughter's hair before glancing behind her at her mother, ,,Dreamfyre protects us mother no matter what awaits us… my dreams never came," she confessed and seemed unsure of her intentions.

That her dreams didn't protect her, her dragoness had to do it. But Alicent again suppressed her exclamations of fear and gave her a nod, a sign that it would be all right. It had to be all right, but when the sky darkened and the other two dragons appeared, when their children appeared, Alicent didn't know if they would make it to the ground alive.

But it didn't matter anymore when they saw the big old castle with the dragon decorations a fortress like Dragonstone only existed once and none of them had been here…but no Dreamfyre had been here half a century ago the dragoness knew what to, at least they hoped so. But it was enough to have hope because when Dreamfyre landed on the stone small docking area of the ship the stone became the bridge that led to the castle.

When the dragoness had landed and everyone had dismounted, Helaena also lowered her children and took their small hands in one of hers, ,,The castle of our ancestors," she said, looking with fascination at the old building while her dragoness almost let out a cheerful noise.

But Alicent felt nervous they were here, but just because they were here didn't mean they would be protected, that they would get out alive at all.

Moving first, Helaena beside her and the children behind them, the three dragons either flew slowly above them or made slight dents in the stone with their claws as the lizard-like creatures followed them.

The closer they got the faster her heart beat but even if it was nervousness it was also the feeling of freedom…freedom to make her own decision to do the right thing and follow her love.

But it wasn't another minute before they were halfway across the bridge when a screech rang out, ,,Daemon," she spoke his name with fear as she saw the red dragon coming over the hill and Daemon blocking the bridge with the gold guard, ,,Whore queen and leech dreamer with her deformed children I didn't expect you to die so quickly". Amused at his own words, she saw the smile on his lips and his men behind him seemed to follow his every command.

He was dangerous, dangerous like her Aemond his counterpart and yet she would not underestimate him he had never liked her not since she had the heart of his only love…something only they both seemed to know.

Dreamfyre let out her own scream that was echoed by her child dragons. A warning Caraxes observed he didn't like that there were now three dragons even if the little ones weren't a problem for him…but this bond between Heleana and Dreamfyre seemed to worry him. ,,We didn't come here to fight Daemon, I want to talk to Rhaenyra…I want to talk to the true queen," she countered and stood protectively in front of her family while Dreamfyre spread her wings as Daemon gave the command to draw the swords.

A feeble lie even for you green leeches" he hissed in disgust and she feared that even Dreamfyre could not fend them all off ,,We would have come differently if we wanted war" she tried again but her own hand was up her sleeve clutching the dagger advising her to protect the last thing she still wanted to love.

She could see in the violet eyes of the Prince Consort that he was thinking, but he seemed to suspect a trap, ,,Cunt King, come out with your cripple brother! Show yourselves and I won't have to feed your mother to my dragon!" he shouted, looking around in the sky to the sides, waiting for the cry of a dragon, the horn calling for battle but nothing came. ,,My mother the Dowager Queen speaks the truth, Uncle Daemon," Helaena tried this time, holding her children with her and seeming to defend everything this cruel world had given her.

He laughed, the prince laughed in amusement that his niece spoke, ,,Well said dreamer but you expect me to believe that then your death will be swift after all" he replied pointing his own sword at the small group and Caraxes cried out seeming to rise with a flap of his wings and Dreamfyre shot into the sky to defend her rider.

,,No! Gods darn it I beg you trust me for once!" screamed Alicent pulling the dagger out of her sleeve and pushing Helaena behind her pushing Jaehaery and Jahaera towards her the two young dragons stood in front of Helaena to protect their own riders.

Screams and roars could be heard as the two dragons circled each other in the sky, just waiting for the first strike. It was in vain she has forgotten me she will not come to save me her thoughts whirled around the dagger in her hand cold and ready to serve Dreamfyre ready to fight and Daemon with sword raised ready to kill.

Had she misjudged her love? Had she misjudged everything? Was she perhaps really only to be used as her father's stupid chess piece? Was she ever good enough to be a queen or a mother?

Gold. Gold had become her color. Gold like her dragon, gold like the crown of Jahaery on her silvery head, gold that was reflected in her violet eyes. Gold like the color she used to be before she put on the black and red. It was gold that shot out of the sun with her own dragon and landed between the two people with a scream that brought Dreamyfre and Caraxes to land.

,,What's going on here without my command!" the queen exclaimed, dismounting from Syrax and landing on Daemon's side, who immediately put his sword down and tucked it away with another warning look. ,,We have a visit from your old friend with her leech children and dragons," the prince consort said and ordered his men to retreat a little while Caraxes made his way back up the hill and Dreamfyre came to her at Helaena's command.

,,Queen Helaena, what are you doing here with the Dowager Queen?" Rhaenyra asked and approached the small group, her violet eyes showing caution, knowing that if it was a trap more would have happened long ago.

Alicent sensed the disappointment and sadness that Rhaenyra hadn't spurred her on but she lowered her dagger knowing the hurt she had caused her…a mistake she would never want to make again.

But Helaena shook her head slightly and reached into her pocket to retrieve the item, ,,My mother's and your mother's crown sister Rhaenyra I don't want such a thing…I have my own treasure here" one sister said to another with a gentle smile and looked to her children, her mother and her dragoness before handing the crown to Alicent. Once again, it seemed to be just the two of them.

Alicent with Rhaenyra, Rhaenyra with Alicent. The crown felt wrong in her hands and even though she was actually queen, she wanted to be, maybe once when the hand of Rhaenyra was her queen consort, but now she could only beg for forgiveness, couldn't she?

,,And what are you thinking of doing, showing up here with your daughter and grandchildren's dragons to make an offer?" Rhaenyra asked, but not with judgment like her husband, no, she slowly approached her former lover and placed her hand on the crown, both of them touching the same steel that had and still did distinguish her.

Alicent felt the burning in her chest in her heart as she was so close to her again. It felt good. It was right. It was like she was making a right decision for the first time as she curtseyed and handed over the crown to the true queen, placing her hands on the queen's and holding them.

,,It is forgiveness that I ask for, forgiveness for my use by my father that has contributed to this grievance. I ask for forgiveness that my heart only now truly realizes that I have listened to one side all these years," she began and her dark eyes finally looked back into those violet fleshly eyes of her dragoness once more with a hopeful expectation that she would say the right thing.

,,Which side would that be Alicent?" Rhaenyra asked now, looking at her sister and niece and nephew for a moment before looking at the crown, the discarded dagger and into the dark beauty of her Alicent. ,,My side has always been with you...my beloved Queen Rhaenyra" she finally spoke the words and the clink of metal could be heard as the crown fell to the dagger and the Targayren after decades of emptiness in her heart could finally embrace the woman the former girl she loved knowing that something had been reawakened in both their hearts.

That they finally had each other again, that they had not lost everything, that despite the blood, deaths and tears they had someone who had been with them from the beginning. That they had love.

It was on that day that the Widow Queen Alicent Hightower and her daughter and grandchildren stayed on Dragonstone by the side of the person they had always stood for. As Helaena and her children surrounded themselves with the princes and princesses of the realm, the smiles on their lips were visible and the relief of the young people was noticeable.

It was on that night that Alicent went to Rhaenyra she was called that night when the blood touched her skin as the ceremony was performed just the two of them under the moonlight of the gods and dragons performed the rite of marriage. ,,You are forever bound to the blood in my heart as my wife and my queen consort," Rhaenyra murmured, her fingers gently brushing the blood on the older woman's face as she smiled and yet looked slightly expectantly into the violet eyes.

Before they put their foreheads together they looked at each other smiles of joy reflected as Alicent returned the words, ,,You are forever bound to the blood in my heart as my wife and my queen" when their lips finally met and they finally kissed.

It was a night not only of physical desires, full of emotions, full of tears, full of fear, full of joy, full of anger at the past, it was a night that felt like they were young women again just for a beautiful moment.

It was a night in which Alicent vowed to give herself up with everything she could and help her beloved to end what she was partly to blame for, for which they all had a debt. She had put the red dress on her body barely a day after their union and it was a color she loved, a color she was familiar with, a color that heralded the beginning of the crusade when a black raven came.

A blood red drenched the sky her own tears came and she held Rhaenyra at night when they knew war was coming.

With the death of Lucerys, an innocent boy who, even though he had scarred her Aemond, should not have died, no one should have died. ,,I will stay with you I will not leave you Rhaenyra no matter what happens" she reassured her queen over and over as she held her and helped her as best she could with the birth of Visenya.

She struggled to hold back her own tears as her arms held her wife, leaving kisses on her and praising her. ,,I'll take care of your father, Jace," Alicent sniffled, pressing one last kiss to Rhaenyra's head before walking with Jace to the prince.

The rouge prince was as charged with emotion as she was, as Rhaenyra was, as everyone here on Dragonstone was. But she didn't back away, she had kept her oath to Rhaenyra for the first time. The voices of the two rose through the rooms and hallways as they argued about the queen, the children and the war plan.

She stood behind Rhaenyra's plans, while at the same time she betrayed her own children. His hand became more and more visible on his sword and in the worst case she feared being killed by him here and now over emotions.

Yet Daemon actually withdrew when Jace, Helaena, Joffrey and his own daughters stood by Alicent. A devotion she had never experienced, not from her own children, and never thought she deserved. ,,He's blind with rage, we know you mean well for Mother, Alicent, thank you," the young prince thanked her, and even though she could see how upset he was, not only his cousins helped him, but Heleana and the two little ones did their best as well.

When the dowager queen went back to Rhaenyra the blood on her red dress was not noticeable it didn't matter that red was now her new color and she knew how dejected her beloved seemed to be she would do anything to protect her, herself, the children and everyone.

,,Alicent…I need you I can't take any more," the queen murmured, still holding her dead daughter in her arms as the brown-haired girl sat down with a blanket, ,,I won't leave you it's all right rest I'll stay with you Rhaenyra," she told her, letting Rhaenyra snuggle up to her, stroking her hand gently and singing a lullaby in a slightly broken voice until the queen had fallen asleep in her arms.

No matter what, she knew she had chosen her place, they had all chosen their sides and finally she was in the place she always wanted to be. With Rhaenyra in her heart side by side even through the flames of the cruel war she would not give way. She would stand up for her love until the end of the Dance of the Dragons.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[novaursa]

I'm just curious: I've seen you blast the HOTD tv series for being a glorified fanfic (not an unfair assessment in my opinion, given how differently it is from the source material), but a few of your posts makes it sound like you watch it.

It's not really my business, so feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer this; do you watch HOTD? If so, what do you like about, what parts do you hate?

I love your stories. I found you recently and I've devoured your almost your entire masterlist at this point. Have a good night!

Of course I've watched HOTD. I'm curious how more funny it can get before it becomes a total horse shit. And for a more obvious reason: to put HOTD fanfic into my fanfic, because more people can relate to it, as many of them only watched the show. That is why most of my stories are a mix of both.

When you see a trainwreck it's hard to take your eyes away from it. That being said, I hate everything about it. In the first episode when I saw they screwed up both Rhaenyra's and Alicent's ages for some weird fetish writers have for them (and ship them), that was it for me. They didn't even get the dragons right. Sure, they are nice to look at (sometimes), but nothing more. Syrax didn't even grow during the time jumps, just writers stupidity. And what the fuck happened with Targaryen House sigil? The person who gave the dragon six limbs should be fired. Also the one who put a stupid prophecy into the story where it doesn't belong, made Helaena into an unstable dreamer and is trying to make Rhaenyra into Daenerys.

I don't like anything about it. HOTD just makes me mad. A weirwood tree next to the Red Keep!? That shit is just triggering. 😭

Thank you, btw. 🫶 I hope my stories continue to bring you joy and reason to always come back to my blog.

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

okay so i just stumbled upon your blog and the first thing i saw was the pianjeong tag.

i have to ask.

do you ship piandao and jeong jeong??? do other people ship piandao and jeong jeong ???? is pianjeong a thing, and if so, WHY ?????

i'm truly baffled but i want to be enlightened

(i know you sent this a while ago sorry, took me some time to figure out how to respond and gather all the links to fic)

yes, yes, and yes, though of course it's a pretty niche thing since it's about minor characters.

as to why - imo it stems from the fact that if you want to ship either of them with someone, the other is the most obvious choice. around the same age, fellow white lotus member, fellow ex-fire nation military, easy to interpret as gay. like no, they don't have any canon interaction, but it's easy to imagine that they've interacted offscreen.

for my part, i got into it in 2020 when my friend abby @rarepairnation came up with it while writing earth system history, a zukka fic with piandao as zuko's gay professor. when trying to find a character to be his husband, she landed on jeong jeong, and then decided to go explore that dynamic with spark from a flame and we said forever (but forever wouldn't wait for us). i'd always liked both characters - i'm a sokka fan so of COURSE i like piandao, and i thought jeong jeong was fascinatingly tormented - so i was drawn in.

i think i'm still into it so many years later bc the storyline and characterizations established back then are legitimately really good. there's kind of a pianjeong "canon" to me:

they meet as young men in the fire nation military. young piandao is desperate to prove himself worthy (backstory from an old nickelodeon lore site says his parents abandoned him as a kid for being a nonbender) meanwhile young jeong jeong is a firebending prodigy (from that same lore site) vaguely uncomfortable with the status & privilege that grants him. they both crave what the other has

piandao brings a sword to a fire fight and wins. they both find the experience exhilarating - piandao is thrilled to be defeating a powerful firebender, and jeong jeong is thrilled to have someone stand up to him (spark from a flame, an old phenomenon)

they start a relationship of sorts, kept secret bc of the homophobia in the military (army dreamers)

jeong jeong deserts, leaving piandao behind (we said forever)

piandao eventually leaves the military too, traveling the world and learning the truth of the war (beyond your darkness)

they both independently end up in the white lotus

piandao offers jeong jeong a place to stay at his mansion after the war and they reconnect. it's been so long and so much has changed and jeong jeong definitely isn't in the right mental place to be in a relationship but slowly, he gets better and they get close again (i'm your light, ghosts, diary of the deserter)

like, is this kinda just two OCs in atlaverse? probably. but i think another reason i've been into it so long is that it allows me to engage with atla without always having to deal with the broader fandom discourses that frustrate me. i think atla is a pretty good show so the way fandom tends to want to change or ignore canon doesn't really appeal to me. i'd rather just play around in the universe! also i started writing a lot of pianjeong fic in 2020-2021 and tend to be a slow writer so i'm still working on it, and that keeps my interest alive.

so yeah. feel free to join us in old man yaoi if you like :)

[lullaebies]

What the differences between aegon&helaena in the book compare to what we got in the show, and why do you think that their show!portrayal isn't good? (Didn't read the books)

Let me start this ask by saying that I am a biased blog to ask this and while I try to be objective, I highly rec reading the book and forming your own opinion on the matter. I will list here what I think didn't work in the show, but this is only my opinion from my point of view. This will be a very long ask - apologies. warning as well for spoilers.

Let's start with Helaena because she's a lot easier to go over. The issues with Helaena imo is not that she's better written in the books, she isn't - she has little lines and moments there too, but the problems are as such: she is described as an entirely different person in the books, and while the show is supposed to elaborate on the characters they adapt because the books describes historical figure and hence doesn't have much characterization, the additions to Helaena's character are very shallow and aren't fleshed out at all.

Helaena is not a dreamer in the book, nor does she have some evident hyperfixation on bugs or any neurodivergent traits that we know of. Now these additions would be lovely in the right hands! They even are lovely now, but the neurodivergent rep is tropey (autism comes with superpower trope), and not well done because don't give her much personality beside it. The dreamer plot is nice but overtakes her entire character because practically 95% of her lines are prophecies. We do not see her reacting to any pivotal event in a way that remotely expresses an opinion except "I feel uncomfortable" or "I feel happy."

In the books, we are told she's an active mother, we are told she has had a seat on Aegon's war councils to advocate for peace, we are told she is liked by the smallfolk to some capacity and had a happy personality overall. We are also told she is a bit plumper which is worth mentioning in this section - because everything I just wrote are things that practically erased from the show. So, people are rightfully upset - the Helaena we were described, despite being ingrained in traditional feminine roles, was an active person with her own thoughts and life, and her relatable/more admirable characteristics were erased in favor the show!personality that isn't in accordance to the text and isn't fleshed out enough in order to have her matter to the wide audience. I went on rants before about how she has been made solely a victim and nothing more but I will not get into this here.

As for Aegon, the issue lies with framing, entirely reduced screentime and lack of exploration of young!Aegon in a sympathetic way, the way they actively did not write scenes for him that are positive and have seemingly taken out the cores of his arc and made them not matter.

Aegon II is not a good person in the books, either, do not mistake it. He is not any better of a husband or a person and for his part as a father we don't really know how he was with the kids. That being said, the show has decided to make his absolute worst caricature of him, while taking away any positive quality he could have had or any relatable point to him.

Sunfyre, his dragon, is a big thing for Aegon - he loves the dragon. His sigil is made after Sunfyre. We may not know how involved Aegon was in his children's lives, but we know he raged enough at their demise he wanted to burn Dragonstone to the ground. We also know that Aegon took up the crown in order to defend his family, which is something the show neglected to say. Sunfyre and Aegon's children are two things that in Ep9 appparently Aegon is willing to leave behind to go away on a ship to Essos. It's egregious how butchered he is.

In the books as a child, he didn't get along with the Strong boys - he certainly didn't bully Aemond even if there was rivalry there. In the books, he didn't start the fight at the last supper by sexually harrassing Baela, and in fact, he was the one who got into a fistfight with Jace over the dance with Helaena. This is not about a ship moment here - but the fact the choice was made to make him seem as the instigator in every turn is not only crazy but also extremely unempathetic to him. He has reasons to be angry, you can glean them off of the text - even if it's jealousy, that makes sense - but no, in the show he's just a cunt who is the manifestation of all evil. The fact that we consistently see him naked (as a child, too!!) to portray him as a deviant is unsubtle and has no decorum about it.

He is consistently shown to be the devil in his family despite also being very much a victim in his own circumstances and the hypocrisy does not jive with me. I will not comment on the choice to make him a full on rapist because frankly that is not beyond his character in the books, but for a show that wants people to be conflicted, it was a damn bad choice, especially as other horrible actions to the smallfolk are not nearly as demonized when other characters make them.

Basically, all empathy escaped the writers when they decided to write him, it seems. Most his empathetic lines seem to come from improv by Tom Glynn Carney. They simply chose the worst possible way to go with him, took away the parts of him that made him sort of likable (using this word generously) and left him with self-depreciation that makes him so passive that he has to have his ass dragged to the throne instead of Cole or Aemond convincing him. It's just very clear the writers do not like him, basically. He has his downfalls but he is still human - he still could've had a decent arc and understandable reasons to most of what he does in better hands.

So basically, these are my thoughts. Sorry for the length again, but you did get me on a day where I needed to vent LMAO. Thank you for the ask.

[mrs-monaghan]

i do actually have massive issues with the tone of this post [mrs-monaghan/720032101019353088/taekook-always-lead-in-fancam-views-because-their] minimising jungkook’s achievements (and tae’s for that matter but you can’t talk about him here unless to hate on him otherwise you’re accused to be a tkker). explain to me why it’s so important that jimin’s songs do better than jungkook’s? why is it not relevant when jungkook’s fancam is the most watched on tiktok but like crazy catching up to dreamers is so important? why were all jkkers actively tweeting about jimin surpassing jk’s record to 1b streams? never jk surpassing jimin in anything? jk’s achievements are never discussed by jkkers yet you defend jimin like your life depended on it. show me the last time you praised jk that wasn’t for his dick or what you think he does to jimin. jkkers never talk about jk as an individual without it relating to jimin yet jimin is praised on the daily like it’s your job.

Your main issue about me being a Jikooker and seeing JK as a shipping tool 👇🏽

I made my stand clear on this issue here

Here i once again praise both men because I support both and said JK will indeed break Jimin's records

I can't shut up about JK breaking Jimin's records

And lastly I dare you to tell me that this here isn't me being on JK's corner.

Your other issue about Jikookers and I talking about Jimin surpassing JK. Because he has??? And we are only talking about the records Jimin is breaking Because currently he's the only one between them breaking records?? He's the only one between them who's dropped an album so we are keeping up with FACE and it's achievements. When JJK1 drops and me and other Jikookers aren't praising him and talking about his achievements then by all means go off. But as it stands JK hasn't done anything. There is no album to talk about. Left and Right is making noise sure but anything it wins goes to Charlie poop. I want JK's own music where he gets the awards, he gets the credit.

Whatever you have seen on tumblr or on twitter is not my problem. I am not ALL Jikookers. I am Shaz. And me as Shaz love BOTH Jimin and JK. I root for both Jimin and JK. I can praise JK's dick and still praise his achievements. Those two are not mutually exclusive. I resent this accusation and honestly fuck you with a cactus.

And fuck you for having an issue with us defending Jimin like our lives depend on it. He's the one who's always gotten fucked over my the company not JK. What is there to defend JK on when he gets the royal treatment while Jimin doesn't? Even today with their individual fancams coincidentally Jimin's own is the only one that only had a link. All the other 6 had their photos. This can affect views because the human brain is attracted to imagery more than just words. They only just fixed it like 2 hours ago. This is something so trivial and normally no one would give a shit. But when this shit keeps happening to Jimin over and over people can get triggered over the smallest shit. Thus why PJMs made a big deal over a simple cake. A cake that Jimin wouldn't have eaten anyway coz of his diet but why can't he get what others got?? Even after he achieved something that hasn't been achieved since the 1960s?? He wasn't just the first Korean but the first Asian to get a number 1 on BB hot 100 since the 60s and what did BH do for him to celebrate this? Fuck all. And u wanna be mad at us for defending him like our lives depend on it.

Maybe there are Jikookers out there who don't see JK as anything more than Jimin's lover. But that aint me. But yes, you will find more shipping posts on my blog than achievement posts because that's what this is. A shipping blog. I am here for Jikook's relationship so yes, its what I will talk about the most. I also talk about the Jungkonda alot because yes, man has a big dick and I wanna talk about it. And so what if it's more interesting to me?

And incase you hadn't noticed I answer asks. I don't make my own posts.

You wanna see JK math then go follow JK data accounts that only post about his music and achievements. I will mention these things occasionally but I'm primarily here for the Jikook relationship. I'm sorry if you misunderstood but I hope that's clear now. That also goes for Jimin. I definitely talk more about his relationship than I do his achievements. Why aren't you mad about that??

Just say you're a JK solo and go.

[enbyleighlines]

1 2 3 5 springtime trio

1. When did you start shipping them?

Good question. I don’t really remember when I was first introduced to moominvalley, but I found a post about them on my blog from 2019. So, it’s been at least 5 years.

Basically, there was a big surge of popularity around the Moomin franchise, and I ended up swept up in it, because the character designs kept invoking a sense of nostalgia, despite me having never seen them before. Intrigued, I watched the 90’s anime. And the more I dove into the lore, the more I shipped Moomintroll with both Snufkin and Snorkmaiden. And now, I even ship Snufkin with Snorkmaiden!

2. What do you like about them as individuals?

Well, Snufkin is my favorite of the trio! There’s just something about him that produces so much serotonin in my brain. I love how carefree and easygoing he seems on the surface, but he also has strong convictions and a distinct sense of right or wrong. In the Snufkin game that came out, Little My taunts him with a line like, “Why are you late? Were there some butterflies in desperate need of being appreciated?” And I think that sums up my love for him. He romanticizes the mundane, and I think that mindset is so admirable.

Snorkmaiden is Best Girl, and you cannot convince me otherwise. I love how multi-faceted she is. Like, yes, she is a bit of a drama diva, wishing that her life was more like one of those romantic fantasies she’s always reading about. And yes, she can be jealous and petty and made foolish by those emotions. But it’s those facets of her character that make her so interesting. Especially since as idealistic as she can be, she can also be reasonable and clever. And for how petty she can be, she can also be so sweet, supportive, and understanding. It’s no wonder that Snufkin and Moomintroll seem to both immediately fall in love with her when they first meet in the Comet in Moominland book.

And as for our titular Moomintroll, I love how he grows over time. He starts out so naive and sensitive, with unrealistic expectations about the world and adventures. And while he never quite loses that completely, he grows wiser. When things go wrong, when he learns about the various injustices of the world, it makes him more mature, yes, but it also teaches him compassion. I love how upset he becomes on the behalf of others, and how he loves so deeply that he cannot help but involve himself in everybody else’s problems.

So, yes… I love them all a bunch.

3. What about their dynamic appeals to you?

Well, they have the childhood friends to lovers thing going for them, which is my absolutely favorite relationship trope. I also love the dynamic between Snufkin and Moomintroll. Snufkin is an introvert who likes to travel by himself, and needs his alone time. Moomintroll is very clingy, which clashes with Snufkin’s needs. I love how painful it is for the both of them. Snufkin wants to travel in the winter, but he doesn’t like upsetting Moomintroll. And Moomintroll doesn’t want to be parted from Snufkin, but he learns eventually that it’s something that he will have to accept.

I love that Snorkmaiden provides for Moomintroll what Snufkin cannot. She is social, like Moomintroll. She can be just as clingy, too. And she better fits into the happy domestic life that Moomintroll has in Moominvalley. I also think her love for romance and fantasy pairs well with Moomintroll’s personality. He is also a dreamer, prone to wishing for adventure. Meanwhile, Snufkin concerns himself primarily with the familiar world he knows and loves.

That being said, I love when Snufkin indulges Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden in their whimsical fancies. Such as that time that Snorkmaiden bumped her head and believed that she was a princess. Snufkin was remarkably calm about the whole wacky situation, and even played his part as a potential suitor. Snorkmaiden seems to have the unique talent of drawing out Snufkin’s more chivalrous/playful side, which is endlessly amusing to me.

Meanwhile, Snufkin does his best to lessen the pain Moomintroll experiences each winter when he leaves to travel south. Being tied down isn’t his nature. Worse, it goes against his nature. And yet, for Moomintroll, he tries. He tries to stay as long as he can, he leaves behind a letter, and he tries to return on the very first day of spring each year.

I love how they both influence each other. Snufkin helps Moomintroll be more independent, while Moomintroll helps Snufkin realize that relationships are not a burden, but something that he can carry with him.

They’re just… such a bittersweet trio. There’s so much room for angst, for misunderstandings, for jealousy, for conflicting needs driving a wedge between them all. But there’s also so much room for fluff, for friendship, for understanding, for finding magic in the mundane, for being transformed by love, for laughter and inside jokes and playful teasing. And who doesn’t love a little bit of hurt/comfort?

5. How do you envision them getting together?

Well, obviously Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden get together first. Depending on the adaptation, Snorkmaiden is more or less already Moomintroll’s girlfriend.

The real question is how Snufkin gets involved.

I like to believe that Snorkmaiden is the one who first brings the idea up. It’s obvious that Moomintroll is pining for Snufkin, but Moomintroll himself thinks that he has no chance. After all, Snufkin is the independent sort. Nor has he ever shown the slightest inkling of interest in romance.

But Snorkmaiden is a woman of keen insight into the feelings of others. While everyone else thinks Snufkin as the last person to ever be interested in a relationship, Snorkmaiden can see beyond his cool facade. And what she sees is that Snufkin is pining just as hard as Moomintroll. Especially once Snorkmaiden lays her official claim on Moomintroll, Snufkin has been just a touch gloomier, and Snorkmaiden knows jealousy when she sees it.

So I imagine Snorkmaiden talks it out with Moomintroll, and the two of them conspire to attempt to court Snufkin.

It probably takes a while, though.

Snufkin is very determined not to be seduced, because as much as he loves Moomintroll, he is hesitant to risk their friendship. But Moomintroll and Snorkmaiden are a fearsomely persuasive duo. Snufkin cannot possibly hope to win against their combined weaponized determination.

So Snufkin and Snorkmaiden both date Moomintroll, but they don’t immediately reveal that they have feelings for one another, too.

I headcanon that while Snufkin and Snorkmaiden were very close as children, they drifted apart as teenagers. They wound up clashing a lot, Snufkin’s practical, easygoing, but reclusive nature butting heads against Snorkmaiden’s passionate zeal for parties, romance, and fairy-tales. And, of course, both were jealous of each other. Snorkmaiden wanted Moomintroll’s undivided attention, while Snufkin wanted to be brave enough to confess his feelings.

But as adults, they find themselves charmed by each other. And slowly, but surely, Snufkin and Snorkmaiden find themselves falling in love.

Anyway, this response is getting waaay too long, so I think I’m going to cut it off now. Thanks for the ask!!

[witheredoffherwitch]

Back again last anon here. I was right to go anon because of course 'shippers' would turn making logical sense of a plot speculation into a 'shipping' fight all due to this speculation being contradictory to your own. It was only an explanation regarding why the writers could opt for this option in the show. Somehow, pointing out why it would make sense for the show to give Daeron's plot to Aemond and/or Helaena became about 'shipping'. Full disclosure, I am looking at this through an outsider perspective in relation to the leaks we're getting. I am not into this 'shipping' business of TG characters. Making this about 'shipping' fights with characters that haven't even interacted much or at all yet is weird. So anyone who just disagrees is dicredited as some 'shipper' of your 'rival ship' now? I simply agreed that there is logic in these changes should the writers choose this path. I do understand this is a 'shipper blog' so there will always be bias and viewing plot and characters through a certain lens, but this speculation has many of you in real fear of...some characters getting more fleshed out and merging some plot arcs that can give existing characters in the show more to do?

Another point: Ryan Condal only ever said that, in spite of saying Daeron existed and is a ward at Oldtown, he will only be mentioned when it is relevant. He said this back in October when they were on the process of rewrites for season 2 then delayed productions over said rewrites following Miguel Sapochnik's exit. The rewrites could have Daeron written out of the plot in a conceivable way so now we're stuck with this. It's not even all that terrible because in show canon Daeron was never introduced in the first place nor was it ever mentioned that Alicent has four children. If Daeron was written out of the plot in some way, it'd still align with show canon. Book canon only needed three dragonriders from TG and the show already has three of them. As someone else pointed out, the show is more female-centric so it's not that hard to believe that they're going to give the only female character who is not only a dragonrider but also dragon dreamer from TG more to do. Many of you need to separate the book canon and show canon because you'll wind up disappointed.

[fandomsoda]

Do you have a shorted version of your DNI and blog rules because I'm fucking stupid and can't read all that. So sorry if there was a shortened version and I didn't see it :(

Pardon, but I don’t shorten my DNI, what’s on there is on there. But I can try to summarize it/put it in an easier to read format.

Do Not Interact if you are any of the following:

-If your primary blog/the blog you interact from is nsfw/kink related -A racist of any kind -Anti-Palestine -Bigoted against certain religions -Queerphobic in some way/exclude any part of the LGBTQIA+ acronym -Against neopronouns and/or xenogenders -Against “contradictory labels” (mspec-mono identities, lesboys, etc) -MAP/zoo/supporter of acting on any harmful paras -Against non-harmful paras (objectum, etc) -Pro/com/dark ship or a supporter of those things -If you police/bash non-abusive ships or try to label people as pro/com/dark shippers when they aren’t -Pro-harassment, that shit is unproductive and doesn’t help. -Ableist -Against educated self-diagnosis -Stigmatize Cluster-B disorders (NPD, BPD, ASPD, etc) or any disorder for that matter -Against otherkin/fictionkin/therains/any other alterhuman identity -If you’re against and/or sexualize age/pet/animal regressor/dreamers -Fakeclaimer of any kind -If you’re against all endogenic systems (This rhetoric is what stopped us from discovering ourselves for a long time. Get out.) -If you deny or invalidate anyone’s good-faith identity in any other way

Basically: be appropriate, don’t be a bigot, don’t support abuse, don’t be a dick, that’s it. I hope this was more succinct. If you have any questions or need any definitions, feel free to ask.

As for my blog rules/pinned I’ll try to sum up the more important things here:

Ask permission to use my art.

Do not put my characters in tournaments/polls, especially without my consent. (And no, I don’t participate in nor host art competitions, they make me uncomfortable.)

No inappropriate comments towards myself or others on my blog will be tolerated, there’s a difference between joking and being creepy.

If I upset you/I fucked up, please let me know since I can guarantee it’s not on purpose. I can’t promise a response if you just send something in on anon, but if you send me a DM or something I’ll do my best to talk if you’re willing to converse. I make a lot of mistakes and I wanna know about it so I don’t make them as much, I am bad at self-awareness and have a lot of issues.

That being said, please be patient and understanding with me. I’m trying and I am not in the best situation yet, but I’m growing. Aggression only causes a shutdown so please try to be careful, I have a lot of BPD symptoms (not certain if I actually have it yet but I’m looking into it) and struggle with confrontation and abandonment.

While this is an art blog it is also a personal one, and I do vent. It is usually tagged and under a “read more” though.

I consume media critically and I assume that most others do the same.

Be nice about my favorite ships please, they’re also mostly queerplatonic because I’m arospec.

If I ship something then that means I have reason to believe that it is not pro/com/ship, at least not immediately or inherently. It’s dumb I even have to say this, but apparently I do.

That’s basically it. I know this was still kinda long, but I hope it was abridged enough for it to be easier for you to understand, like I said follow up with any additional questions you have if you need to.

last updated (mm/dd/yy): 11/9/24

[lavend-ler]

you're literally so real and based about the misogyny in the onceler fandom like none of the plot would've happened without audrey or norma (although i am a bit biased when it comes to norma cause she's my fave), and mrs wiggins helped A LOT and everyone just ignored them. also the vitriolic hatred towards the onceler's mom (yeah she sucked but still) is kinda weird where is that treatment towards the rest of his family

thank u dear anon 🙏

I posted my post out on a whim from my drafts but lemme elaborate - the lorax/onceler fandom is incredibly misogynistic. from the fact that ppl make fun of younger often girls having fun and being attracted to Once-ler. I was also a young girl when I first joined this fandom and I could completely feel the mockery over the years. all bc I dared to have fun abt one of my fave characters. and over the years I feel like the nature had become even more so hostile against fans, esp abt women who just join

my another glaring issue is with the fact that this fandom completely overlooks female characters. as u've said, the plot wouldn't have happened without Audrey and Norma. and when u join the fandom discussions u see ppl complaining abt how thinly they are written, the fandom does nothing to expand on them

I'll start with Norma bc she's my absolute fave too - u can barely find anything with her these days. yes I love Normaler but it doesn't have to be all there is to her. if u don't like Normaler, why can't u make Norma be Once-ler's friend? why aren't u exploring her life as a young woman, single mother and then a kind and upbeat old woman? why can't u pick up the pieces in canon abt her spunky but lighthearted nature, love for stories, enigmatic but understanding personality, nostalgia towards different times but still living in the moment, even affection towards things as gentle as nature and as extreme as sports? she fckin drives a crane all by herself! Norma is such a fantastic character to explore but this fandom just doesn't want to. and then when ppl DO explore her character it's dismissed as a self-insert fantasy for girls. even if so, so what? are we circling back to hating young girls for having interests?

Audrey is a similar case. she's either used as a mouthpiece, side piece for Ted or fucking shipped with an adult. why don't u explore her life beside this? why won't u talk abt her being an artist, softspoken dreamer and an introverted character who has to make choices? I love when ppl make her more active but she can also be passive, not everyone has to be an adventurer. and if u make her active, she could make a fantastic protag. all I'm saying is, do better

I'd argue the story of The Lorax also couldn't have happened if it wasn't for Mrs. Wiggins. she's such a fun character too, lovable and sweet and energetic, but also no nonsense and stands up for what she believes in? when I read this ask to my bestie they looked at me and said "Mrs. Wiggins has more personality than Ted" and I AGREE. she deserves more spotlight as a single woman who tries her hardest and balances her life all around. she's so so good

as for Once-ler's mother, she is a total bitch but like........so is his whole family. yes, she's the abuser but everyone else enables her abuse so they're also guilty. like fuck them. I do totally get hatred for Once-ler's mother but she's also a pretty good antagonist. her manipulative behavior and mood swings are very well written in a realistic way. why can't we even say that a woman is a good antagonist? besides, she can also have her past (which does not excuse the abuse ofc, just makes her a deeper character). I see a lot of potential and it's just wasted a millionth time

can I also say that female OCs in this fandom are super scarce? I remember there were a lot of times when fem!Once-ler blogs got deactivated bc they were relentlessly bullied. all for the sake of shipping two mildly different flavors of the same guy. and u don't have to make them side pieces to ur Once-lers. women deserve their own stories to tell. when I was developing my Lorax OC Felicia, her relationship with Once-ler was the last thing I thought of

anyways, it's a total tangent at this point but I wanted this to be an ode to female characters of the lorax/onceler fandom. they deserve their stories and they deserve to be treated with respect. do better

[rainbowsky]

Hi RBS, I like to know your view on this photo wang yibo posted. That is a digital clock behind him, right? And that time!! Do you think it is just a coincidence??

Thank you. I really enjoy your blog 🥰

Hi dreams-and-dreamer! 😊

Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog!

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

For those who are unaware, 21:33 is kadian for "Love you Zhanzhan."

I don't think it's a coincidence. As I've said before, GG and DD and their teams are well aware what fans read into. If they wanted to avoid being shipped together it would be childishly simple to avoid posting things like this. They probably took dozens and dozens of photos in front of the clock, but they chose this one to share.

This is just the sort of thing they do a lot. I barely even comment on it anymore. 😅

[ladymorghul]

Hi! First of all, I want to say that this is one of my favourite hotd related blogs and I really enjoy reading your analysis on characters and storylines. Keep up the good work and don't pay attention to hateful anons:)

I have one question. Since we barely got any Helaena content in the promos and the trailer, do you think that she will die at the end of like some people speculate? Or if she doesn't, that she will have like 10 min of screentime being depressed and catatonic after B&C. I would hate both scenarios even though the second one is very likely and "book accurate" . The thing is, they already have deviated from the book and if certain theories turn out to be true (e. g. Rhaena getting Nettles storyline, Baela at RR, Rhaenyra fighting in the war ) they at least could give something to Helaena. I have very little hope that Helaemond will become canon, but aside from the ship, can she at least have something more to her than "poor depressed victim" ? Ofc, she doesn't need to be a warrior queen or "girlboss", but there are other options as well to ampliate her story. They introduced her as a dragon dreamer, but I fear that she will mostly be ignored and misunderstood by everyone around her, even Phia said something similar in one interview. Idk, I'm probably being too dramatic and pessimistic about the whole thing, but nevertheless, would like to read your opinion.

hey there! thank you so much, i'm glad you enjoy my blog!

well, i'm late to the question and we have half an answered confirmed. that being said, i have trust issues with ryan so you decide how you take his words.

i'm not sure if you saw but he said we will spend more time with helaena this season and that some people ARE paying closer attention to her. the obvious answer here seems to be aemond for me, but there could be someone else too.

i also kind of don't believe she'll die in season 2. it feels early still and i feel like there's no need to kill her character just yet. she's beloved by the fandom and she's a dragon dreamer. no need to rush to her death just yet.

my hope is that her presence at the riot in kl means she wont'spend the rest of of the season post b&c in her room.

personally i think it'd be a bad look for ryan to say he cares about the female pov of the dotd and then ignore helaena.

[usagimen]

SHIPPING INFO. | answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

what’s your otp for your muses?

Considering Sayuri is an OC it's very up in the air. I do enjoy her with Naoya considering she is meant to be very Zen'in coded in militaristic style. Nanami is a given, you will die from the angst && gladly enjoy it. UhHH Uro, she was so cool, Sayuri would have loved her had it not been a battle to the death && them in the Heian Era together would have went hard. In the right circumstances, Gojo would be interesting but this has to be intensely plotted as the Kobayashi Clan rejects the Gojo Clan with a violence like no other. Hiromi is certainly another person I high key ship her with since it's hysterical he is a lawyer while she is the personification of divine justice. Ask me about cross-over ships then it gets really fun.

what are you willing to rp when it comes to shipping?

I'm a pretty go with the flow person, I do like meatier plots, more in depth things to better entwine the muses together. It's basically we're in this hell together, superglued attach, so tell me what you want.

how large does an age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Sayuri is 27, I cannot see her dating anyone below her age group. She's fine with older partners granted she is made for that type of shipping due to being an old woman in a young body. Otherwise, don't be weird or icky, I will find you thus proceed to maul you.

are you selective when shipping?

Yes and no, I am only selective when knowing my partner feels the same way. Otherwise, continuing to tease ships, go from hot to cold, or make your muse the central theme of a ship is a quick way for me to say thanks but no thanks.

how far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered nsfw?

If there are nips out on both side, it's time to put it under a read more, thank you.

who are other muses that you ship your muses with?

AHhHHHH oh, cross-over ships I have for her is Cregan Stark, Aemond Targaryen, Myseria, Shadowheart of BG3, Blackwall of Dragon Age Inquisition, Josephine Montilyet.

does one have to ask to ship with you?

No and yes, you can send in flirty things, suggestive things, hell even on sunday idc if we do nsfw. Sometimes it builds to a ship, otherwise, if you want to solidify it and actually become partners, then yes - just pop into the DMs to beat me up or demand we become locked in together.

are you multiship?

Of course but exclusive to one canon, with ocs, you're my friend && we're in this together ~

are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I do love shipping, I don't like there is a general dislike that one shouldn't be shipped obsessed. Yes, write romantica, erotica, whatever your dreamer little heart desires because it's fun. Just be mindful, kind, and respective that's it. That being said, I sometimes fall into that category cause I too have a soft marshmallow heart. Sometimes my little blob brain is just, hahahahahaha kissies, anyway! that's a good question. My only thing is that the ship is meaty, then I become utterly enthralled by it since there is an actual excitement between both parties. I do not like to be the only active participant in a ship that is trying so hard to make it work, it feels like a waste of time then, so I guess that's how I do become ship obsessed.

what is your favorite ship in your current fandom(s)?

I'm a little freak that'd get pitch forked but uh, sukugo is probably a great love of mine

finally, how does one ship with you?

Just bash the door down via DMS and go: CEREZA HOLY FUCK. That's it, that's all it takes, you now have a rabbit like woman who would die for you.

tagged by: I stole it from @ak4rin💕💕💕💕 tagging: do crime, steal it

[dreamir]

' blessed    be    the    daughters    of    cain    ,    bound    to     SUFFERING ETERNAL    through    the    sins   of    their    fathers    committed    long    before    their    conception. private independent writing blog for multiple characters from various fandoms. mature and triggering material present. written by emily. [she/her / 27] ' using the beta editor.

the study of:

rules & characters below .

general roleplay rules apply here. no god-modding, force shipping, etc. i will not follow if harmful content such as racism, pedophilia, homophbia, and transphobia.

mature and triggering material will be present. therefore minors should not interact! the triggers found within g.r.r.m's works, such as violence and incest, will be touched upon on this blog. please do not follow if it makes you uncomfortable. that being said, i will try to tag what i can.

the psd that i am using is by jessource & the icon border is by supersources.

feel free to continue any ask memes that i respond to! they are a great way to break the ice. i just ask that you make a separate post instead of reblogging the ask.

if you wanna ship, just let me know and we'll try to work something out! i'm pretty much shipping trash so.

my portrayals are headcanon based and a mixture of show & novel. if you have any questions about my muses, do not hesitate to ask.

characters.

aleera. dracula's bride. van helsing & dracula. fc: jessica brown findlay. primary.

alicent hightower. the dowager queen. from fire & blood. fc: olivia cooke & emily carey. primary.

helaena targaryen. the dreamer. from fire & blood. fc: maria valverde. primary.

jean grey. the dark phoenix. from marvel. fc: sophie turner. secondary.

josephine montilyet. the ambassador. from dragon age. fc: charithra chandran. secondary.

serafina of clan lavellan. the inquisitor. from dragon age. fc: poppy drayton. primary.