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leviraaaaaa · 1 year ago

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“Daaa-ddy.”

Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.

“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”

She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.

Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.

“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”

She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.

Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?

So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.

Like his.

Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.

But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.

And her smile, that came from you.

She was his. Yours. Theirs.

A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.

It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.

And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.

That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.

It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.

It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.

His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.

“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”

“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”

He only lets out a small hum in response.

"Will I be as strong as you one day?"

"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.

“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”

“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.

Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?

But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.

She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.

“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.

“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”

Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.

“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.

“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.

‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”

Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”

“Yes.”

Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.

Well damn.

Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.

“Levi, I can–” You start.

“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.

It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.

"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.

It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.

“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.

“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.

She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”

Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.

“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.

You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.

Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.

“So.” You said.

“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.

“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"

He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''

"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”

“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.

“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”

You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.

“I won’t.”

You blinked, turning your expression sadder.

Levi gives up.

“C’mere.” He sighs.

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httpvomitello · 2 months ago

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Pretty Girls Fight Like This! *⁠.⁠✧

When Mikey first saw you, it was like a rainbow had walked into the lair.

Your hair was long and streaked with vibrant colors that caught the light every time you moved. Your clothes were bright and cheerful, practically glowing compared to the muted tones of the lair. To Mikey, you looked like a walking burst of happiness, and he was instantly intrigued.

“Dude!” Mikey exclaimed, spinning around you with wide eyes. “You look like a popsicle! In the best way possible!”

You laughed, twirling to show off your outfit. “Thanks! I like standing out.”

“Mission accomplished!” he said, grinning. “You’re officially the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

It didn’t take long for Mikey to notice just how strong you were.

One night, during a Kraang ambush, he was struggling to fend off two droids at once. Before he could call for backup, you swooped in and yanked both droids apart like they were made of cardboard.

“Did you just...?” Mikey stared, his jaw practically on the floor.

“Yup!” you said cheerfully, tossing the broken pieces aside.

“That. Was. Awesome!” Mikey cheered, throwing his arms around you in a tight hug. “You’re like my new hero!”

You laughed, patting his shell. “Thanks, Mikey. But you’re pretty awesome too.”

Mikey also quickly realized you had an appetite to match his own, which only made him like you more.

During a video game night at the lair, the two of you demolished an entire pizza together while the rest of the team watched in disbelief.

“Dude, where do you put it all?” Raph asked, shaking his head.

Mikey just grinned, holding up his fist for a bump. “Y/N’s got the heart of a true pizza lover. Respect.”

You bumped his fist, giggling. “Pizza is life.”

Your style was another thing Mikey couldn’t get enough of.

Your bright, colorful outfits were like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise drab lair. Mikey especially loved.

“Y/N, you’re like a walking art piece,” Mikey said one day as he sketched in his notebook. “I gotta draw you sometime!”

“Only if I get to see the masterpiece when you’re done,” you teased.

“Deal!” Mikey beamed.

One thing that bugged Mikey, though, was how often you had to adjust your socks during training.

“Ugh, they keep falling down!” you huffed, tugging at them for the hundredth time.

“Why don’t you just get new ones?” Mikey asked, tilting his head.

“I’ve tried, but nothing works,” you said with a sigh.

Mikey didn’t say anything, but later that week, he snuck topside and found a shop that sold brightly colored, knee-high socks, with April's help —exactly your style.

When he handed them to you, your face lit up.

“Are these for me?” you asked, holding them up.

“Yup! Now you can kick butt without worrying about your socks falling down,” Mikey said with a grin.

You tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking him over. “Mikey, you’re the sweetest! Thank you!”

He laughed, hugging you back. “Anything for my favorite person!”

As the weeks went on, Mikey found himself looking for excuses to hang out with you.

Whether it was sharing snacks, watching movies ou playing video games, you made everything more fun. And you always seemed to notice the little things about him—like when you surprised him with a custom collar made from colorful beads.

“What’s this for?” Mikey asked, already putting it on the neck.

“Just a little something to say thanks for being awesome,” you said with a smile.

Mikey’s heart practically melted. “Aww, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cry!”

Mikey wasn’t used to feeling this way—giddy and nervous all at once—but with you, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

You were a ray of sunshine in his life, and he couldn’t help but fall for you a little more each day.

And as the two of you laughed together in the lair, surrounded by his brothers, Mikey realized he didn’t just like you—he adored you.

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #f!reader #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader

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summerchlds · 8 months ago

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I KNOW YOU

Neil Perry x gn! reader

Synopsis: In which you and Neil end up in a vintage photobooth.

An: Hello!! This is my first post on this account so I apologize if this sounds like shit😭 Also!! English is not my first language and I’ve never stepped foot into a Photo Booth so if I wrote something wrong then that’s on me🫡🫡

💌

When you two entered through the curtain and into the booth, You found it to be particularly small, barely big enough for the two of you to fit inside. It was kind of dark, the walls were maroon colored and the only thing there was in there was a built-in camera in the wall and a bench to sit down on so it was kind of empty (besides the scribbles and notes people had written down on the walls that the owners were too lazy to remove). You’ve both never seen or been in a Photo Booth before, not having a single clue on how it exactly worked, fearing that you’d accidentally break something.

“It’s quite cramped in here, isn’t it?” He teased softly, being fully aware of the amount of space you two had. You nodded, breathing out a faint ‘yeah’ under your breath. You tried to make yourself sit comfortably, but it was kind of hard when the side of your body was stuck glued beside his as your other half was against the wall.

Neil leaned down slightly.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked softly, his voice husky as he looked you up and down with a small smile. You once again nodded, not wanting to burden him. It was fine. Afterall, you couldn’t do anything about it. Neil turned his head back to the camera, looking clueless.

“Does it even work?” Neil asked as his brows furrowed.

“I hope so.” You responded, feeling hopeful. There was a button sticking out underneath the camera lens.

“I think this button starts the camera and countdown.” He said, unsure.

Neil reached slightly up to press it, unsure if it was the right thing to do. Thankfully, the lightbulb that hung above us, slowly lit up, triggering the timer countdown for the first picture. As the countdown went, You both realized that you had to act fast if you wanted the pictures to turn out good. You had no idea how many seconds you were given, could’ve been ten seconds or thirty if this machine was nice enough.

“What should we do?” You asked, a little panicky.

“Just smile!” He said quickly, leaning back a little against the wall. You took this opportunity to lean a little closer to the camera as you smiled nervously. You didn’t have that many high hopes for the first picture, just wanting the first picture to show you two smiling as a start. You posed awkwardly for a few seconds before the camera’s flash unexpectedly came on.

The bright flash blinded both of you, causing Neil and you to let out a small groan of discomfort as you both rubbed your eyes. Neil leaned back up beside you as he tried to blink away the spots in his vision, adjusting to the sudden change of light.

Now it was time to think of a new pose to do. Without thinking, you shifted yourself to lean your head towards him as you, again, smiled at the camera. You weren’t expecting for him to do the same though, but he did. Your heads linked together as you both smiled sweetly and the camera clicked once again.

You two pulled apart, feeling the warmthness of his cheek leave yours as you tried to figure out what pose you were going to do next. Neil seemed to have no problem with this whole thing, just freestyling everything. Maybe it was because you knew he would look good in any pose he chose to do.

You suggested to him that you two could make funny faces, just to humorize the photos. He didn’t say anything, let alone move as you got into your position, scrunching up your nose as you smiled mischievously. You awkwardly waited for the photo to be taken as you watched Neil from your peripheral vision. He turned his head towards you and just stayed there, watching you. His gaze seemed to burn a path through you.

You wanted to turn your head to face him but you’d have to wait until the picture would get taken.

When the flash finally covered the whole booth for just a split second before disappearing again, the light above you dimmed, signaling for you two to exit the booth, but you didn't, you stayed there as if you were expecting something more to happen. You turned your head immediately to see what was the problem. You were planning to ask him ‘why didn’t you pose?’ or ‘is there something on my face?’ but when you turned to him, you realized how close your faces were. And suddenly, your mind became blank. He stared down at you with a feeling of undeniable adoration in his brown eyes as he watched you almost hungrily. There was a tender, fond adoration flickering in his eyes, the way it often did in private moments like this. The warmth and affection in his expression made you feel vulnerable and cherized at the same time. His eyes seemed to take in every little detail, capturing it and piercing it into his mind, afraid to lose the memory of how you looked like, in case you two would in the future pull apart and never see each other again. His expression was soft and full of warmth, as if he found every little thing about you utterly mesmerizing.

“What?” You muttered quietly, already feeling yourself getting lost in his eyes. Oh how you could stare into them for hours on end.

“What?” Neil asked in return, his voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of amusement. In the midst of darkness, you could see a speck of light reflecting on his eyes from outside the curtain where the streetlight resided. You felt his breath from his open mouth hit your face as it made you realize how close your faces have gotten.

“May I kiss you?” He softly whispered against your lips, glancing down at them for a split second before returning his gaze up at you.

You opened your mouth, again and again to try and get something out but your voice had given up on you so you just nodded eagerly instead. He leaned down and closed his eyes, pressing his lips gently against yours. His hand travelled to your face, placing it on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You reciprocated and held his cheek, your thumb grazing his sharp cheekbone. The kiss was short but sweet, only lasting a couple of seconds before he pulled away, exhaling ever so slightly as he looked breathlessly at you. You couldn’t help but let out a cheeky grin that spread over your red face, which caused Neil to laugh at you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

You walked out of the booth as you watched Neil pick up the pictures that were printed out and examined them. He had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked down on them, making you curious.

“Let me see.” You said and he handed you the strip. Without saying anything, you took it from him and looked at it closely. There were four black & white photos of you two stacked on top of each other, doing various poses for each one. The first photo though, caught your eye. It looked fine at first, you saw yourself smiling and narrowed your eyes to Neil.

His mouth was pulled into a wide smile which showed off his gleaming teeth and dimples. He looked adorable. Though unbeknownst to you, you saw his hand positioned behind your head, creating a bunny ears gesture, making you look like a fool.

When you realized this, you playfully hit his arm as a form of payback. He pulled up his hand to caress the spot where you hit him at, pretending to look hurt as he couldn’t help holding in his laugh.

“I just couldn’t help myself, I had to!” He said between laughs.

You didn’t want to give in but eventually did, giggling along with him.

Besides, you knew you were going to keep these photos in your dorm as a memory, even if they didn’t turn out perfect, they were special.

(After all, no one but you and Neil would fully know what happened after the fourth photo was taken.)

#dps #dps fandom #dps fic #dead poets society #dead poets fanfic #neil perry x reader #neil perry #dead poets society x reader #oneshot #dead poets society oneshot

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allfortheslay25 · 1 year ago

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Neil Headcanons:

(I have more hc but these are just a few I’ve written down)

After Mary dies, Neil sleeps with a pillow against his back. He can’t sleep without it there

When Neil is scared, he doesn’t make a noise, just either flinches or internally breaks down because screaming from fear or nightmare or whatever draws attention while on the run

Neil can’t cook with flavor at all. He sucks at it

Neil is a really good driver in every way besides parking. He cannot park to save a life. Parking was not essential on the run when he was a getaway driver so he never learned to do it properly

Neil picks at the skin on his lips so they’re really dry and chapped and scarred

He’s a nail biter and sometimes bites his skin to the point it bleeds

He had very few freckles due to lack of sun while on the run, but he still had some speckled over his face until they were cut/burned off during Baltimore

Neil slowly pierces parts of his body over the years to reclaim his body

He also gets a few small tattoos

He never properly learns to fight. All the Foxes take turns/bet on who can teach Neil to fight. Matt teaches Neil to throw a punch and it’s the farthest anyone can get

He jump-ropes at the dorms sometimes if he’s antsy and can’t trust himself to go on a run

Neil sometimes hates showers and finds them to be a hassle. He’s not used to showering so much because he didn’t always have access to a shower while on the run

He actually looks nearly exactly like Mary and less like Nathan. Mary just projected her anger for her husband onto Neil since he’s their son and said it was because he looked like Nathan. Neil actually looks like 90% of Mary but has similar hair and eye color to Nathan

Neil likes skirts but does not prefer to wear them outside the comfort of his home. He is not used to doing things that make people stare

Neil has a habit of needing to do something with his mouth so he chews gum sometimes (Nicky buys packs of them for him after Neil’s pens exploded in his mouth for the fifth time in a single week)

Neil makes dry, out of pocket jokes about his trauma randomly throughout a day

His favorite fruit is actually bananas but his favorite berry are strawberries

Nathan is polish so Neil knew polish when he was 10 but Mary beat it out of him because she thought it made him sound like Nathan

After staying in Palmetto, Neil becomes a sleep kicker because his body and mind are slowly processing all the trauma he went through and it makes sleep just chaotic (a temporary REM sleep behavior disorder)

Neil can’t grow anything more than peach fuzz on his face because Nathan’s male family genes don’t grow facial hair

In Neil’s second year, the Foxes all share their own meal recipes so they can each teach Neil to cook something that actually tastes like food

Neil’s favorite color is gray but his favorite color (that’s not muted) is blue

The reason Neil is not good with his fists in a fight is because he’s got better control of his legs and should be fighting with those instead (Renee is the one to realize this but since none of the foxes know how to properly use their legs in a fight, Neil doesn’t learn much)

#headcanon hour #aftg #all for the game #headcanon #neil josten

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sugoi-and-spice · 9 months ago

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Hi! I’ve been planning on sending you an ask ever since I binge read the Play Nice!

Like I don’t think I can ever describe well enough how much I love and enjoy it! I can see how much effort you put into every chapter and conversation as it flows so perfectly! And the rollercoaster of feels was just mwah! Exactly what I’ve been looking for! Like my heart really jumped up my throat and my mouth fell open when Shiggy asked her about her boyfriend’s dick?! Omg!😄 Ahh and how bad I felt for her when they had sex for the first time. After their feelings became more clear, I waited the whole time for her to break up with Mirio. You portrayed Shiggy’s character so well and I especially liked when he was pretending to be nice to her friends!😄 Of course we hate AFO in this too for being a dick obviously, but Kurogiri🫶🏽 Ahh he was so lovely! And I liked the little details you added, like her forgetting what Kurogiri looked like as if he was just a dark mist, you know! I also love how you pointed out the fact that red is a color that suits perfectly for Tomura🥹 I also find myself reading the parts where Spinner makes Shiggy realize how horrible he was to her at first and how he apologized her about the pain he had caused. The realization and his apology is actually something I’m interested in to hear how you planned it and if it was difficult?

I think there are much much much more I like to say, but so that this won’t end up too long, I’ll also send you a ⭐, so pls tell us about what you yourself have been dying to comment🤗

OOhhhh my gosh thank you so much for all of these kind words!!! I'm so glad that you love the fic and especially that you noticed all the fun little callbacks and details to the OG series that I threw in. For the Kurogiri one, I was really proud of that ref, but also, it was a way for me to get away without describing what he looked like without a quirk! Lmao!

And oooh yay, thank you so much for the Director's commentary request!! I think I'd like to use this time to talk about MC's hometown: Sukari!

A Google search will quickly inform readers that this is not a real place lmao. I was thinking of going with a real town in Tottori or Shimane prefecture - very heavily considered Iwami as a little throwback to my days in the Free! Iwatobi Swim Club fandom lol (Iwatobi is based off of Iwami), but ultimately I decided that I wanted to have a little more freedom with the location, since I'd already locked myself into this dumb location research whirlpool by having the main story take place in Tokyo. (And I'm stupidly detailed with things like that).

And especially since in the potential sequel I'm brewing up, MC and Shigaraki are going to spend a pretty meaningful amount of time there. 😉

So I decided to make a new location! Fans of Shig/Reader fics are obviously familiar with the fic Griefing and I LOVED what Rotpeach did in that fic with their original locations, continuing with the Star Wars naming conventions. (Reader's neighborhood of Sabuterra being a play on Subterrel) Horikoshi utilizes in the original series. So I adopted that into mine too.

Sukari is a simplification of Sukarifu - which is how you pronounce Scarif in Japanese!

Scarif felt like the best one-to-one for the type of beach town that MC grew up in. The only other beach we see in Star Wars I believe is Kashyyk, which obvi, already has it's own namesake in the main MHA series, Kiyashi Ward. And I guess there's Wasskah, but I thought the vibe of Scarif was a lot prettier and more fitting.

(Only beaches we see in the movies and The Clone Wars at least. Lol sorry, I don't keep up with the books or comics.)

Plus, Rogue One is probably one of, if not my favorite Star Wars Movie so it all tied together nicely.

Thanks again for the Director's commentary ask! I'm having a lot of fun with these so if anyone else wants to get some quick behind-the-scenes on any of my fics, go ahead and send in an ask!

Original prompt here!

#spice chats #play nice fic #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #directors cut

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new-tella-us · 1 year ago

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We got outfits! I call these the “Kiss outfits” as they would appear the day of the kiss scene.

Now I could look you in the PFP and tell you that there was a super important, lore reason why each run has a different outfit. And I would be LYING to you. The main reason I did this was that I realized that my drawings of the Matthew and James kiss scenes had different outfits and I just went “Fuck it, why not?”

But this wouldn’t be a Tella drawing without some form of logic so here we go!

James- Now I made this outfit before I came up with a reason however the plaid skirt was kinda giving academic so I threw in some stockings for a semi-mature but still stylish vibe and now she looks like she could be going to the library to study then going out with some friends. I also put strategy into the placement of her iconic blue bow. For James (and Sam cause I ran out of ideas) the idea was that it’s on the neck because he would take the bow off to get to the neck. Also I made the top half of the outfit easy to just slide (or in the case of the shirt, zip) off to keep in line with the canon of James being so horny that he takes off your entire shirt. Idk, the idea of keeping that bit of canon sounds funny to me.

Erik- The outfit I gave Mika in the Erik is a cute, flowy but also kinda short and sexy outfit. Again, they are playing a vicious flirting game but Mika’s actual flirting is piss poor in comparison to a literal sex demon whose mother has been training him in the art of seduction. The only ammunition this woman has are the clothes she has in her closet so she is going all out. The top is easily removable by simply undoing the rope around her neck from the back and pulling the top down once again to keep in line with the canon that Erik is the second brother so horny as to take off your entire top. The blue bow was placed in her hair (Same with Damien but serving a slightly different style purpose) so when he’s trying to run his fingers through Mika’s hair, he takes the bow, keeping it in line with canon.

Sam- I went with the custom character trait that I gave Sam, that he appreciates when someone can pull off a simple look rather than having to rely on heavier makeup or fancy clothes to look pretty. As for why Mika chose to wear this; after she made food for the boys, instead of directly looking for one, she decided to go work out and took a plate of food since she saw Sam going in a similar direction. Unlike the other two, the top is not easily removable, I didn’t have to make it that way because Sam really only sticks to the neck and chest. For the bow placement, it is exactly like James’s Route once again because I ran out of ideas.

Matthew- This is outfit number two that I technically made before thinking of this stuff. And it’s extra old because that outfit was an alt outfit I made for Mika back when I first designed her. Matthew just happened to be the person who got it as I drew his kiss scene first and used the alt outfit. But it still fits when you think about it. Matthew likes cute things but his whole arc is being cute and optimistic but not childish. That outfit is similar, it’s a cute outfit but a child wouldn’t wear it. As for the bow placement, it’s a two in one! Cause that bow is keeping the top together. Untie it and b o o m, the top gets a little undone, making to true to canon.

Damien- Now my boy Damien probably got the sweetest looking dress. I imagine that Damien would be a fan of the “simple but cute” style so long, flowy dresses and light makeup. It also is giving “cinnamon roll” dress so very fitting for the cinnamon roll route. The other reason is that, as I’ve said before, my version of Damien likes to copy his brothers and this outfit got a little bit of everyone, it’s simple like how Sam likes outfits, it’s cute like how Matthew likes outfits, the bow is in the hair like the Erik Route and the color is yellow which is James’ color. So it just seemed like the perfect outfit.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me fanart #seduce me mika #seduce me james #seduce me damien #seduce me erik #seduce me sam #seduce me matthew #redesign

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nogitsunbae · 10 months ago

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“Angel, what are you doing?”

Crowley squinted at Aziraphale through his sunglasses, watching as the other pulled different books from different shelves frantically, his own, smaller, rounded reading glasses slipping down his nose.

“Well, I just thought, you know—“ Aziraphale started, flustered, his hands waving in the air trying to demonstrate something to Crowley without actually saying it. Crowley stared at him for a beat, not moving from his sprawling position in his favorite chair of the bookshop, soft and plush and soaked in the smell of old books and dust and Aziraphale, before raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, actually,” he drawled, smirking. “C’mon Angel, out with it.”

Aziraphale’s hands stopped their frantic waving in the air and settled by his sides, and he sighed, the exhale slightly moving the soft tuft of hair that had fallen into his eyes. He needed a haircut, Crowley thought absentmindedly, fingers slightly twitching at the thought of running his hands through the curls on his angel’s head.

“It’s been almost 5 years, you know,” Aziraphale said, smiling softly. “Since we said forget heaven or hell, and became us.”

“I think we’ve been us for far longer than that, ‘Zira,” Crowley muttered, smiling nonetheless. “But yes, it’s almost been five years.”

“Five years is a long time.”

“I’ve loved you since before time, five years is nothing.”

Aziraphale blushed, slightly, and walked over to Crowley, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I want to do something special.”

Crowley hummed, angling his head further into Aziraphale’s warm palm. He placed a small kiss there, smiling.

“Whatever you want, Angel.”

“According to some research, and some heavenly insight, maybe,” Aziraphale said, moving his hand to Crowley’s long curls, “I think your factory may be doing something special soon.”

Crowley’s eyes widened, and he sat up, taking off his sunglasses and looking up at Aziraphale.

“I mean, I could be wrong, but—“

“You want to go somewhere and see,” Crowley whispered, cutting him off. “The stars I made, see how they’re doing.”

“I… I think it would be lovely,” Aziraphale said with a smile.

Crowley sighed, leaning back in the chair. He frowned. “My eyes aren’t what they used to be angel, literally. I can’t see the stars from here, even with the clearest night sky and no bloody light pollution.”

“Well we wouldn’t be looking at them here, darling.”

Crowley looked up at him again, realization dawning on his face.

“You want to go up there?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“Tonight, if you’d like.”

———

Crowley hadn’t been in space in a long time. He also hadn’t let his wings stretch out in a while, either. Neither had Aziraphale, and Crowley caught himself staring and the bright white feathers, smiling as he noticed both he and Aziraphale had some new additions: a speckling of gray feathers throughout their wings.

They weren’t exactly standing, but not laying down, either. Space was weird, and as Aziraphale wrapped his arms and wings around him, colors exploded. The nebulae moved too quickly for the human eye, but not for them, and they watched as stars and space stuff painted them a picture. Just for them. Crowley felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he watched the colors collide and the lights shimmer.

Maybe She was giving them this. Maybe the stars just recognized Crowley. Maybe it had nothing to do with them at all, and was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. But when Aziraphale’s lips kissed away his tears and whispered “I love you,” Crowley realized it didn’t really matter.

#I haven’t written a ficlet in a long time but #anywayyys #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #me and crowley when thinking about space: 🥹

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henrysglock · 1 year ago

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finally got the time to read chapter 3 of ptolemaea…. MISTER NIFTY AND MISTER NEAT JSKSBSJSNS CRYINGGGG SOBBING

Bob and henry have my whole heart I love them so muchhhh and young Scott is exactly how I’ve envisioned him, I also love how u write henry in regards to his trauma n how it can warp your perspective of situations, I relate so hard to how he downplays or twists things in his head because of what he’s been thru like being excited by hearing that Scott liked him to deciding it must just be fascination or something and settling on that. And I like how u don’t hold back w him still being triggered by the actions/words of ppl who have good intentions, that’s v real. And his pang of fear at the mere mention of doctors, also v real.

I felt it IN MY SOUL henry would take to sleeping in an oversized t shirt that’s why I always draw him it one !!!! I started kicking my feet when I read that

THE WAY I GASPED WHEN THEY WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND READ THE EDWARD TIMELINE PAPER DJSKSNS not bob calling it all a big coincidence lol

I also just love the small touches of references from the show like Henry’s insistence on “it’s not safe” and a bunch of others I noticed while reading like that

The pacing of it all is rlly satisfying too Im so intrigued

<3<3<3 shsksnsj

THEY'RE A PAIR!!! DO NOT SEPARATE!!!

The Bob-Henry dynamic has been so fun because like. Bob's in kind of this Steve-like role? Where he's a teenager himself but he's just got this kinda batshit kid attached at his hip and he has NO idea what the hell is going on. but he's here for it 🫡 Which is kind of akin to his role in ST2. Mans has NO idea what he's getting into, but dammit he's going to be helpful!!

Young Scott is my sweetie pie pookie little guy. He's got so much enthusiasm. He's dramatic and a little over the top sometimes which...looking at the dramatics he uses in canon as an adult? Yeah. 15 year old Scott feels like an absolute goober of a kid. He puts so much energy behind his interaction with Henry, it's just natural for him to. He's kind of puppy-like in that way; he charges forward with so much enthusiasm, only to realize a bit later that he may have come on a little strong and that he needs to be a little gentler. He's learning how to interact with Henry in a way that isn't overwhelming, but he's doing it without framing that change as burdensome (like we see with Max in canon, when she corrects him on her name and he just goes with it like it's no big deal). I adore him. He's such a good kid.

Young Henry has been a joy to write honestly. There's a delicate balance between capturing the fact that he's just some snarky teenager and having that trauma come in with a steel chair every once in a while. Because like a lot of the time that's how it is with trauma. Henry's got baggage, sure, but it's not everything all the time. He can still be and think about so many other things outside of his experiences in the lab. It just means his perception of himself is a little warped and certain settings/phrases make the hurt kick up a little dust.

Like that's how trauma goes! It's the lights going on in the foyer, something Bob doesn't think twice about re: the Creels, and Henry being hit hard with the last time he was there. It's Henry having a nightmare about something that was done to him, or a mistake he made that had disastrous consequences, and that turning around to color his self worth, making him go from expressive and present to completely shut down in a matter of seconds. Like you said, it's Bob with the best intentions (Bob, who's 100% correct), trying to get him to see a doctor for his concussion and him getting snappy about it out of fear.

And that's something that follows Henry, too, into adulthood. His mother still haunts him. Brenner still haunts him. The self-esteem issues still haunt him. It all just happens less frequently/with less intensity. It never goes away, he just...gets used to it. He gets better at pushing it away.

But anyway moving on!! Yes!!! He's such an oversized t-shirt guy. Personally I was thinking about that John Mulaney bit about the ghost of the little girl vs him in the too-big sleep shirt, because that's SO Henry. (Was there ever a ghost? Or was it just me all along?)

And okay like. As one of the main timeline theorists on this hellsite, I had to include my baby Edward in here somewhere. Yes, he is going to be plot important. It may or may not end up being canon compliant. We'll see how it fleshes out!! But yeah Bob doesn't know what he's getting into lmao he's seeing the Surface. Hell, even Henry doesn't know what's going on with that, but he knows that every "coincidence" has something more to it, even if he doesn't know what that something entails.

Okay okay and finally. I'm a slut for direct references to canon. Henward/El/Will are all canonically very similar to each other, it's just that they're shaped by differing circumstances. That is to say, 15 year old post-lab Henry would react to things in a mixture of El and Will: shoving hurt down/turning it inwards while also taking matters into his own hands and refusing to let others help. So...I would die before missing chances to make references!! (there's also a Robin-Steve reference, in chapter 2, I think, about being friends with 15 year olds pfft)

Gougjhfghjf I'm so glad the pacing is coming across alright!! I have No idea how long this fic is going to be so I'm just. writing how it comes and seeing how far it goes!!

<3 <3 <3

#asks #ptolemaea (blessed be the children)#comments on ao3 are shut off for the foreseeable future

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percontaion-points · 2 months ago

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Lost Boys chapters 15 & 16

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Chapter 15

I was at this circle-shaped plaza filled with people. But there was a kind of grayish, foggy look about everything and everybody, like we were all in a ghost town. I looked down at myself and saw that I stood out from everything else. I was sharply defined, with vibrant, vivid colors emanating from my skin and my clothes. I felt like an intruder in this place, like I didn’t belong there. I glanced up and saw this eerie, cloaked figure standing a little away from me.

This is how many “I”s appear in this section.

Please start your sentences with literally any other word!

Don’t know what it is that I’m expecting here. This book reads like the author’s literary education stopped around the time she was 14. It’s been kind of cringe this entire time, I’m not going to lie.

People even thought his polite manners were endearing and oddly cool, can you believe that?

It’s almost like people like others who are nice to them? Who would have thought!

He had arrived, huffing and puffing, trying to intimidate him and show who was the cock in the hen house, ready for a showdown.

I’ve been around chickens for long enough to assure you… This isn’t the metaphor that you are looking for.

Roosters are kind of well-known for raping hens. (You never hear animal-rights activists talking about THAT side of protecting chickens…)

So unless the author is trying to imply that Brad is looking to rape somebody… Please use literally any other metaphor! Please!

I realized then that he could get away with pretty much anything he wanted to. He could rule this school with his grace and charm, and people would gladly obey without resistance. I wondered if he’d been like this when he’d been alive before. Or was this another side-effect of the binding spell that had brought him back to life?

IDK man, this is quickly turning into some bizarre horror story. While I’m not exactly chomping at the bit for another generic supernatural romance novel… I’m not sure that I’m liking where this is potentially heading.

“But you’ll have to run if you’re serious about attending. The first M.A. class starts in … fifteen minutes. And let me tell you, Kingsley does not like late attendees. Seriously. Go. Now!”

How the fuck is she supposed to have known that? She literally signed up to take the class not even two seconds ago!

I needed to change into my sweats and T-shirt, and my room was so freaking far away! I’d have to run like the wind to get there in less than fifteen minutes!

Follow up question: how the hell is the teacher supposed to know that she’s going to be in his class?

Then he charged in my direction, like a bull seeing the reddest flag of his life!

Chapter 15 summary: Joe has a nightmare in which a creepy figure approaches her and tells her that he’s been looking for her, but can’t find her. In the morning, when she tells this to Tristan, he thinks that this figure is looking for him. He shows her a bracelet Ms. Violet had given him with the promise that it would “protect him”. He wants to give it to her to stop these nightmares, but Joe is certain that Tristan needs it more.

As they go around school on Sunday and then begin classes on Monday, Joe can’t help but notice that the people who are around Tristan start acting kind of differently. Even Bradley becomes pretty friendly with the boy. Teachers are also not immune to his mysterious charms. As I said, this is slowly turning into a horror story.

After school on Monday, the two of them need to sign up for two mandatory after-school activities. Encouraged by Seth, Joe signs up for music class, then decides on martial arts since she’s studied it before. However, when she gets into her first M.A. class (the book will not stop using that abbreviation), she finds that she’s the only girl (which I find hard to believe). Brad is also in the class, and challenges Joe the second he sees her.

Chapter 16

“I shall call you Vigil,” I stated.

“What? No! I do not have a name!” he said, quite panicky now.

“Now you do. I just gave you one,” I said, satisfied with a job well done. “It suits you, don’t you think? Vigil.”

No no no! If you’re going to give a name to a creepy entity that’s been haunting your dreams, you need to name him something ridiculous! Like Herbert. Or Milton.

“Names have power. Great power. Why have you willingly handed that to me? I am now stronger than I ever was before. Now you have a name to fear. Fear is another powerful thing to yield,” he said slowly, like he was trying to put pieces of a puzzle together.

This is why you needed to have named him Milton.

You wouldn’t be having this conversation if you’d named him Milton.

“I HATE YOU!” I screamed at his face. I was beyond mad now.

Like I said at the start of chapter 15, the author herself seems like she emotionally peaked when she was 14. As a result, Joe often comes off like an immature child. She’s constantly throwing tantrums like this.

This entire thing is NOT helped by the fact that she’s screaming this at a disturbing entity that keeps entering her dreams that’s told her that he’s going to take Tristan to return the balance of nature.

Like… Okay? Why are you throwing a tantrum like a 2 year old?

I saw fear taking him over, for the tiniest moment, and then he was gone. And I woke up.

Chapter 16 summary: We pick up where we left off at the end of the previous chapter, with Brad challenging Joe to a fight in the middle of their martial arts lesson. However, Joe is a brown belt while Brad is still in white; he literally doesn’t stand a chance. He fumbles around, running for her without a plan before she manages to pin him into place. She makes him promise to stop harassing her before she releases him. Zero mention of where the teacher is during all of this. She does find that Josh is also a brown belt, so the two of them partner for the actual class.

That night, Joe has a dream where she sees a mysterious boy. It’s the creepy entity from her previous dream, only in human form. She sits down and randomly starts telling him how to act more “humanlike”, which is such a bizarre take. She also randomly names him Vigil, but Vigil says that naming things “gives them power”. I stand by what I said; his name should have been Milton.

Vigil tells her that he has to take Tristan in order to restore the balance. And I get where the book is going with this… But Joe wins no points in reacting like a toddler by throwing a freaking tantrum. The entire thing is so dumb.

At the end of their “argument”, Joe ends up punching him, which surprises Vigil. Apparently, it’s not supposed to happen.

#Lost Boys series #Lost Boys (LB 1)#bookblr #book review #supernatural romance #YA novel #ghosts #romance novel

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narutoandanimearemyheart · 2 months ago

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FAVS IN NARUTO

Hey guys! I currently have a Madara fan fiction in the works right now! It’s called “Crimson Red” and it’ll be posted in about a week ish or so, so look out for that, I’m more than halfway finished it, I’m just stuck on this one part and I want to write it well and accurately so I’m not going to rush it. While that’s in the making I’m just doing something fun to keep my followers engaged, and maybe this can lift someone’s spirit, or someone else wants to do something similar to this, they can as well. So without further ado, here are my favourites in Naruto.

FAVOURITE CHARACTER/SHINOBI

Hashirama Senju. At first I was sort of lax about him, I thought he was a cool character, then for a while I actually didn’t him like him a whole lot, but then I started liking him again and read more things about his character and realized that he was actually a very nuanced character, he’s not pure good or “pretending to be good and is secretly a horrible and evil person” he’s a very nuanced character, just like how Madara is, and while he’s made mistakes and has flaws, at the end of the day he is someone who valued peace, and really did want to make a safer and better world for others. He’s my comfort character for many personal reasons, and I’ve grown to really really like his character, he isn’t perfect and I know that. + On a non deep level, his jutsu and elemental style is really fascinating, and just his power set in general. Why are so many things in the Naruto world explained with through the use of “Hashirama Cells” just what type of human being was this man exactly. Also his relationship with Madara is something it took me months to get over(when I say get over I mean not get instantly sad whenever I think of how their friendship turned out.)

FAVOURITE KUNOICHI

Definitely Kushina Uzumaki. For me people don’t delve into how sad her backstory and life actually was. She was taken from her village and the only home she ever knew to have a literal tailed beast sealed inside of her, and the only clan member she had living in the village had to die for her to become the nine tails. She was bullied for the color of her literal hair as a young kid, and even got kidnapped. Then she lived a very restricted life, where she was barely allowed to move around and was under strict surveillance at almost all times and barely had any freedom. Then some time between that she found out her village was destroyed and her home and possibly friends and some family might’ve been killed in the attack, with some being scattered all over the world, then when she finally gets peace and is happy, she gets killed by a kid she once wanted her own son to become. Moving in to a lighter note, I enjoyed the similarities between her and Naruto, and think that she’s a very strong and powerful kunoichi. She would have been a great mother and IS one of the best mothers in the show, possibly even THE best period.

FAVOURITE VILLAIN

He’s hands down my favourite villain in Naruto, and one of my favourite characters as well. He is a very close second to Hashirama. He’s also my favourite Uchiha. When I was reading the manga I literally sped through it just so I could read the war arc, and see him and Hashirama. I really empathized with his backstory and how all of his brothers were killed, and his own clan voted against him to be Hokage of the village. I also used to have a big crush on him, but I really enjoyed the way that Kishimoto wrote him. His relationship with Hashirama really sent me on an emotional rollercoaster, just thinking about the two of them last year made me feel so sad with the way things ended up. He was done so dirty by Kishimoto because he wrote his death horrendously. He deserved a better end than that.

FAVOURITE AKATSUKI MEMBER

Obito Uchiha is my favourite akatsuki member, but Konan could give him a run for his money, as I really like her a lot too. The way that he manipulated the akatsuki, and the Shinobi world, pretending to be Madara Uchiha only to be revealed as Obito Uchiha, then we have an entire backstory as to why he is doing all of this. He’s a perfect example of the Broken Hero trope in fiction, and a fantastic villain in the anime/manga, especially with his parallels with Naruto. I also enjoy his Tobi persona, and his moments with Deidara.

FAVOURITE JUTSU

I could not choose between the Shinsuusenju and the Susanoo. These two are my favourite jutsu’s and with the level of power they might even count as summonings. The scale that Hashirama’s shinsuusenju is on is genuinely incredible, the size it has, and the power and chakra he has to have to wield it, and summon it is insane, this jutsu made the nine tails, the most powerful of all the tailed beasts look tiny in comparison. Moving on to the Susanoo armor the skeletal design is just so visually satisfying to look at? The concept is rather creative in my opinion, like giant chakra armor in the form of a skeleton? Not only that but it can tank some serious hits(unless it’s Tsunade) but yeah a perfect Susanoo is even more amazing than just a regular Susanoo. Both of these are extremely overpowered and based on Gods. They are hands down my favourite jutsu’s in the show.

FAVOURITE SUMMONING

The Sannin Deadlock summoning is my favourite, also tied up with the moment that Naruto shows up with the toads during his fight against Pain/Nagato.

FAVOURITE CLAN

The Uzumaki. I also really like the Senju, but mostly because of Hashirama and Tobirama. I just find the Uzumaki Clan so interesting. Their prowess in sealing jutsu, like come on, I want to know which Uzumaki invented the reaper seal jutsu and made a deal with literal death. + The adamantine chains are incredibly powerful, if Kushina on her deathbed was able to summon the seals to contain the nine tails then who knows what else those seals could do with an Uzumaki at their peak, and I really wish that Naruto used the chains more. Also the fact that they are so embedded with Konoha due to their relationship with the Senju is really interesting, their clan logo is on the back of the konoha jackets, and yet their clan is barely ever brought up unless it’s for plot purposes.

FAVOURITE DOJUTSU

The Sharingan is definitely my favourite dojutsu, because of of its design, its abilities and how it can vary from Uchiha to Uchiha. Though I will say the way that people earn the Sharingan is kind of scary, which is why I stay firm that I'd rather be a Uzumaki, but would I like to be WITH an Uchiha yes. Just not BE an Uchiha. I think that it’s a very powerful and cool dojutsu, I’d like to have it(without the trauma + bad eyesight + possibility of going blind)

FAVOURITE KEKKEI GENKAI

Wood Release. It’s my favourite Kekkei Genkai, I know that the Sharingan is a Kekkei Genkai as well, but I’m just counting it as a Dojutsu which it also is. As for why I like wood style, it’s an extremely rare kekkei genkai, Hashirama is the only person to have this wood release naturally. It’s incredibly powerful, like incredibly powerful and versatile, Yamato was strong with it, but it’s obvious that due to various factors, Hashirama is the “perfect wielder” of it due to his cells. It’s incredibly adaptable and strong enough to hold back tailed beasts, and you can do quite a lot of things with it, a WHOLE LOT of things with wood release. But yes I’d say my favourite Kekkei Genkais are Wood Release, Sharingan, and the Byakugan. For the Byakugan, I think that the fact that you can see various miles away, with a 360 range is pretty cool. The byakugan is pretty underrated especially when compared to dojutsu’s like the Sharingan and Rinnegan, but it doesn’t gain much attention other than in the Chunin exams arc in the OG Show, and The Last movie. But back to Wood Release, definitely my favourite.

FAVOURITE TEAM

This might be “basic” but yeah, my favourite team is team seven. Yes they barely had screen time together ALL FOUR OF THEM in Shippuden, but I really enjoy the dynamics they have, Kakashi with all of them, Sasuke and Naruto, I just really enjoy watching the them together and reading about them in the manga, I really would’ve liked to see more of the three of them in Shippuden, though that’s not the route Kishimoto wanted to tell his story, but he’s, they are my favourite team in the anime/manga.

FAVOURITE ARC

My favourite arc is the war arc, solely because of the Konoha founders and the history of Konoha. Plus Madara was a very good villain and the reveal of Obito as Tobi was interesting as well. The dynamics were interesting and there was a lot of lore. I’m a nerd, so I really liked the lore parts of the series, + the relationships between the characters and how they interacted together.

FAVOURITE SENSEI

Yes Minato is my favourite Sensei, though we didn’t see too much of how he trained his students, he seemed to be a rather diligent teacher. Also I just wanted to put him on this list in some category- While he made some rather questionable parenting decisions, he was a good Hokage and a good Sensei to his students(if only he got there sooner when Obito was about to be crushed by that rock), then he might still be alive.

FAVOURITE HOKAGE

Hashirama again. I already explained this one. He’s my favourite character in the show(though Madara could lowkey give him a run for his money in that position, Madara is a very close second) and when he’s in a category he’s gonna come out on top for me.

FAVOURITE OF THE 5 KAGE

Tsunade. Shes my favourite out of the five Kage, I loved her in the fight with Madara. Her backstory is very well written, and I also just like her power set, it’s very satisfying to watch her and Sakura literally break the earth with just punches. In my opinion she’s a well written character but often brushed over compared to Jiraiya and Orochimaru.

FAVOURITE JINCHUURIKI

Naruto is one of my most favourite characters in the show. I actually had a crush on his character for a while, until I moved to the Uchiha’s 🤦🏾‍♀️ 😂

As a protagonist he might be your “typical” shounen protagonist but I think that as a character he has good motivations AT THE END of the series. He has a lot of growth over the series and goes from “I want to become Hokage so everyone can recognize me” to “I want to protect my friends and bring peace to the world making it a better place”

FAVOURITE SHIP

Minato and Kushina had the best and healthiest relationship in the show. Their dynamic together is so wonderfully written, and the way that they both die together is heartbreaking. I’d love to know more about them, or have a full manga series written about Minato and Kushina and animated.

CHARACTER I WISH WE KNEW MORE ABOUT

Mito Uzumaki. She’s the first ever jinchuuriki in history, she sealed the nine tails within herself BY HERSELF, and we don’t even get a flashback of her sealing the nine tails in herself, and barely know anything about her backstory, her relationship with Hashirama, how powerful she was, and who her descendants were except for most likely Tsunade and Nawaki. Another reason why I’d love an anime about the Konoha founders so we could delve deep into how it was in the warring states era.

FAVOURITE TAILED BEAST

I personally really love Kurama’s design. He’s the strongest of the tailed beasts, and the most feared out of them. I enjoy watching his relationship with Naruto grow and develop over the series. Yes he was a villainous character in the show, but I think he was well written.

FIRST CRUSH

He was my first ever crush in Naruto when I first started watching it a few years ago. Then I switched to Neji for a few months, then after that I switched to Naruto for a while, then finally Madara. But yes I think he was very well written and had a lot of good motivations, in my opinion he was never a villain in the anime/manga, the real villains were the Elders, mainly Danzo. But I thought he was very cool, and I liked nonchalant “dark” male characters.

FAVOURITE THEME SONG

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Haruka Kanata. The only theme song in both shows that I have never ever skipped. This song is so good and so underrated, I wish more people talked about it like how they do with blue bird and silhouette. I’m also a fan of rock music and electric guitars so that’s also a major reason. + I like the way that the singer vocally expressed the lyrics in the song.

ALL CRUSHES

Naruto’s picture is wayy bigger than the others cause the format is odd, but anyway this is in chronological order from left to right. But yes the order is Sasuke, Neji, Naruto, Madara, and Obito. You may be sensing a pattern when it comes to the characters I like, it’s either dark emo guys, or golden retrievers. There’s no in between.

BIGGEST CRUSH

He wasn't my first crush but he was most certainly my biggest crush, this all started because of an edit I saw of him, he had me in a chokehold for a year and a half. I still like him not as much, but still a lot.

ALSO

I’m seriously thinking about what if someone made a “What If” series about Naruto. Just think about it. What if Madara became the first Hokage and not Hashirama. What if Obito never got crushed by a rock? What if the Uchiha’s were never segregated from the Village, thus resulting them plotting a coup d’état and getting taken out by their own clan member who was ordered to by the elders. What if Sasuke never left the village. What if Izuna never died? The list could go on and on. But for now we can just read fan fictions.

Anyway I hope you guys got to sort of know me better as a Naruto fan!

Have a great day and keep your eyes open for crimson red!

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agent-oo-z · 10 months ago

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Time for more BG3 Tav talk

Standard spoiler warnings apply, as this is more post game head canons for my girl Atavia and her collection of strays friends

Ok so notes for how some side quests resolved for Tavi. Biggest one is that I saved all the gondians! And I mean ALL of them! Even the ones in the basement of the forge who have a tendency to stand right next to the watchers right as they explode. Barcus is now head of the ironhands and they are working with the gondians. Saved Valeria and as many of the Bhaal targets as possible. Got rid of the abusive postal service kennel master. Saved the spawn and sent them to the under dark. Cal and Lia moved in with Rolan post Lorokan. Saved lady Janeth and her husband, also freed the zombies by killing the mummy lord whose name I’ve forgotten. Saved all possible hag victims(including the little girl) and killed ethyl. Saved the people at the fish market from the saughines(spelling?)

Basically. Just about everyone in the lower city either was saved/helped by Atavia or knows someone who was. So when she eventually turns back up in the city for whatever reason, she’s super confused as to why everything seems so cheap. Because the people of the gate know she values her privacy(she bribed just about everyone possible to ensure no statues/monuments/paintings/murals/etc went up that depicted her appearance until after she was dead) they all just treat her like any random traveler but secretly give her insane discounts. When she realizes what’s going on she starts leaving “gifts” and “tips” to counteract the discounts because she doesn’t need the money and doesn’t want it either. Astarion whines about it but also leaves tips and gifts of his own because he’s always been a softy at heart.

Whenever Tavi makes appearances as “the hero” she intentionally changes her appearance without casting disguise self. Learned how to make convincing fake scars and tattoos, she has a wig, she wears makeup, has a specific “hero wardrobe” of clothes she’d never wear that have padding to slightly change her silhouette, the whole nine yards. This is mostly so that any nobles/government people she meets won’t be able to identify her in plain clothes/her adventuring gear. If she used a spell it would be obvious, enough information about her appearance is common knowledge that she can’t disguise self as a different race, but she can altar things like her hair length/color or her number of scars etc. so she does. This also serves the double purpose of allowing her to take down/steal from corrupt nobles/officials without being implicated because the only nobles/officials who know what she really looks like are the Ravenguards, Florick, and a handful of Flaming Fists.

Animals. Tavi makes so many animal friends throughout the game, and I assume basically every where she goes she does the same. Tara is one of the only creatures that doesn’t instantly bond with Tavi. Tressyms aren’t exactly standard animals tho so it’s not entirely surprising. Tavi and Shadowheart swap animal stories every time they get together. I also choose to believe that scratch went to live with Shadowheart post game because they should live together.

The Harpers often get “anonymous tips” about various goings on from Tavi. She doesn’t ever officially join their ranks but she knows how to spot them and also knows that they’ll back her up in a fight if she needs them to. Jaheira teases her about it constantly.

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strangestcase · 1 year ago

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Like Ok sure the “twist” that Sadness is the most mature, level-headed emotion and has a very important role in Riley’s life not despite but BECAUSE she makes her bad is already set up by scenes like Sadness consoling Bing Bong (this is the moment I realize I sound insane) or figuring out how to get into the Subconscious without forcing the door. But (gestures broadly) having a role that contrasts with the way she’s perceived isn’t exclusive to Sadness. Take my hand.

While other characters’ personified emotions are invariably depicted as part of themselves, Riley’s emotions have personalities of their own and they arguably can choose what they look like- their gender presentation, their fashion sense, the way they talk. So the whole point with Sadness is that, barring the fact her role as an emotion is too abstract and “adult” for Joy to understand it, she doesn’t exactly LOOK like she’s the one sensible person in the room. She looks like a perpetually bullied teenager (which she arguably is until she’s eventually accepted), she’s whiny and pessimistic, she only gets excited by cute boys and sad movies.

Her being THE tool for Riley’s social life and maturing clashes a lot with her garbagegirl aesthetic, is what I’m saying. The thing is, that’s not unique to her. As I’ve said before, since Riley’s little brain buddies are, in-universe, people of their own, they make a conscious effort to carry themselves one way or the other. The most obvious example is Joy who looks like a manic pixie dream girl, is literally made of glitter, and seems perpetually optimistic- but actually is insecure, domineering, self-loathing. And you can tell she forms a dyad (not just narratively but LITERALLY) with Sadness because her secondary theme color is blue.

But what I was thinking last night is that the subplot with Fear, Disgust, and Anger getting frontstuck having to man Riley’s brain by themselves and pretending Joy is still fronting everything is okay ALSO acts as foreshadowing to the final reveal. Okay, it’s less obvious with Disgust since she acts catty and high and mighty and has all the right to be, though her gauge for what counts as “poison” is incredibly loose. But it’s more obvious, even a fucking plot point in the latter’s case, with Fear and Anger.

Fear carries himself as a rational, logical man. He dresses formally, can usually be seen writing stuff down or drinking tea, he acts like a film critic when dreams roll in. However, he’s far from rational. He is literally fear personified! The only moment in which he’s acting rationally is the reoccurring nightmare scene, only because he knows it’s not real. And Anger appears to be serious, no-nonsense, businesslike, ADULT, but he’s the one that decides running away is a perfectly reasonable plan, he’s a little goofy, and he thinks “piss shit” is the funniest thing a twelve year old can say.

So Inside Out (2015) just. Sat us down and said. Emotions meant for survival (avoiding danger, avoiding disease, righting wrong) aren’t rational, aren’t mature, can’t be human without the missing parts. Isn’t it funny that their personifications present themselves as rational and mature and human? Anyway the incarnation of maturity and empathy that the protagonist literally can’t live without and needs to grow up looks like she eats ice cream straight from the tub.

Woke up at like 3 am with the sudden realization that Inside Out was setting up the plot twist with Sadness all the time not just through plot beats but also through the other personified emotions and how they’re depicted. Don’t call.

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years ago

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the flames that divide

Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader (nsfw / 18+)

part three of the prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series

part one: don't you love me? - part two: and what of your love? - part four: the aftermath

themes: angst, smut, mention of violence, language, dragonrider!reader (her house is not stated)

word count: 3.6k ▪︎ masterlist

Aemond makes a decision about his impending marriage to Alys Rivers, and it's not without its consequences.

You wake slowly, drifting peacefully into consciousness, the haze of dawn pouring into the room, your lover still asleep beside you.

Aemond. He is on his side, one arm slung over you, keeping you close. His face gently rests on your shoulder, and his lips are parted in slumber.

Those perfect lips that traced every contour of your body last night.

Seven hells, I love you.

Careful not to wake him, you let your fingers drift on the side of his face, lightly touching in reverence. His sapphire eye gleams up at you, more beautiful than any of the stars in the heavens.

You can't recall for certain what your favourite color was before seeing it, but now and always, it will remain the same deep, endless blue.

Then, he smirks.

The bastard is awake. "Why have you stopped, my love? Don't mind me, just keep on."

He brings his hand to yours, the one resting on his face, and nudges it to continue its movement.

You smile, "Good morning, you menace."

"I love you too." He whispers, leaning on his arm and hovering over you, “I’ve decided that we could just stay here for the rest of our days. Easily sustain ourselves by putting our field to good use, and we'll go riding on dragonback together, seeing the world, even beyond the Seven Kingdoms."

The image he conjured up was beautiful, but it also elicited a deep kind of pain unlike anything you've ever felt. He was describing a dream. And, reality is often not conducive to dreams.

"Hmm," your voice comes out weak, "that sounds like a good idea, Aemond."

He immediately knows exactly how you're feeling, and how much torment the idea brings. All at once, he feels hate. For everyone. For himself. For his family, the Greens, the Blacks. Why did everything have to be so fucked? Why does he have to be the way that he is? Why can't the two of you just be happy?

It feels like a ceaseless cruel joke that he's been dealt with. He wants to give you everything, but by simply being who he is, he can't.

"We can venture out into the Free Cities this instant." He positions himself above you, forearms framing your face.

"When do we leave?" You whisper in return.

"Hmm," he kisses you, and you think of how there's no better way to wake up than this, "shortly after."

"After, my love?" You ask, but you can already feel him, pressed against your stomach, preparing to anchor himself into your flesh.

"Mhmm," he begins peppering your body with kisses, from your neck to the flesh between your thighs, hands eagerly exploring where they please. His fingers travel downward, and start to glide against your folds. Smooth circular movements that ignite the fire. He lifts himself and kneads his cock with the wetness of your core, priming you for entry.

His hands finds yours, steady on either side of your head.

"Look at me." He commands.

So you do. And, slowly, then all at once, he enters you.

You moan in unison, grinding against each other. And the entire time, he holds your gaze. The way your name keeps spilling from lips - like in prayer, like a spell being cast - sounds nothing short of maddening.

Aemond fucks you desperately, making a wild mess out of you. Hoping that perhaps, if he does it hard enough, then maybe the both of you can forget about everything. And moments later, as he drives you to see stars, you think of how it all feels like a dream.

You realize that dreams are real. They're the way his skin feels against yours, how the words 'I love you' sound from his lips, the tranquility that simply being with him allows.

If being with Aemond was your reality, then reality just might be a dream, after all.

But then again, dreams are typically shattered upon waking.

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Putting on your black riding boots, the last piece of clothing still left on the floor, you start to feel a sense of dread. Aemond has dressed prior and is leaning casually by the wall, watching you with his signature smirk. Just a minute ago, he had quipped about being disappointed that you were getting dressed, your "goddess-like" body being shielded from his view.

But what's going to happen afterward?

"Aemond." You look up at him, trying to send a message with just a look.

"Yes, we can just stay here, my love." He smoothly says, not missing a beat.

You're not having it anymore. "What about your marriage?"

"Don't." His entire demeanor changes, losing all his sly playfulness.

"What about Alys Rivers?"

"She does not matter."

"She is your betrothed. She should matter." You stand, arms crossed, trying to catch his eyes, but he is adamant in looking away.

"My love," he moans in exasperation. He doesn't want to reveal the true reason of why he chose Alys Rivers. More than a whim, as he wants to make himself believe. More than how amusing and strange she might be. More than how she defies nearly all the standards warranted of a royal consort for someone of his status.

"Prince Aemond's Alys," as she likes to call herself, was more than just a Strong bastard. She was a Strong bastard witch.

Aemond has only read about the religion of R'hollor in ancient texts, never seeing any proof with his own eyes, until Alys.

She knew things. She could see things. She promised Aemond that she can all but guarantee victory for the Greens, more especially for Aemond, if he just gives himself to her.

He thought, if marriage with you was not possible, then why not choose a marriage that would actually prove to be beneficial. A marriage that would give him power.

When he made his decision, he allowed himself to close his heart to you, even just for a moment. His anger won over - how you abandoned him, how you did not endeavour to see him or speak to him. He thought if he was not going to marry his love, then what better than a fucking witch.

"It's not that simple," is all that comes out of him.

"It is," you raise your voice, "don't marry her because you love me!"

"She may..." he paces the room slowly, "She may yet be of use to me."

"What the fuck does that mean? Do you care about her?"

"Not in the way that you think."

Frustration bubbles up inside you. Why is he being so cryptic? You sigh, "So tell me then. Make me understand, Aemond."

Aemond doesn't know what to say, without arousing any more of your anger. Should he reveal that Alys may help his side win the war, then that ultimately means that your side will be defeated. Most likely even amassing more casualties. More people whom you care about.

Of course, Aemond would never let anything happen to you. As a matter of fact, he's doing this for you. So this war can finally end, and you can spend the rest of your days together. But that wouldn't matter. You will never be able to see past this. Aemond taking up another lover, simply for the purpose of bringing about the downfall of the Blacks. You would never want to speak to him again. Should you feel compelled to kill him, he wouldn't blame you.

So what the fuck do I do, my love? What can I do, that won't result in losing you? Aemond's torment can be reflected in his expression, in his steely gaze.

"I will not marry her. But, if I am to be honest, she will be still be present, for other reasons." Does that sound neutral enough? No, even that is not enough.

"Is she to be your whore?"

"No." He says firmly, but he's not entirely sure what Alys would want from him, in exchange for her prophecies, for the words she hears from the fire, for the visions presented to her in the smoke and in the storm clouds.

“But?”

“She may stay.”

“And you can’t tell me the true reason why.” You feel everything start to unravel. You and him reunited, and made your desires heard, ending in a clash of love and lust beneath the sheets. A year of longing, desperation, uncertainty, and betrayal – all seemingly resolved, somewhat, in a long night of uninhibited passion. But were you simply pretending not to see? Who he is, and who you are? Can you ever truly see eye to eye, and be together?

Aemond reaches for your hand, and you’re too weak to fend him off, even though your pride screams at you to do so.

“Please understand, my love.” His voice comes out tired. “Alys… she… can see things. She has already been of help to me in a previous battle, and if she continues to help me, I may gain enough of an advantage to finally to put an end to this fucking war, once and for all.”

“You mean…” A name comes to mind, taken from the histories which you pored over so diligently. “she’s a… witch? She has visions? That is all real?”

He nods once, “That’s the only reason why I’m not getting rid of her yet. She will never replace you. To even think such a thing is ludicrous and senseless. She’s merely a tool that I’m using to win this war, so that we may be together…”

“And how will she help you? Perhaps by telling you where Daemon or Rhaenyra might be, and when is the best time to strike, so that you may kill them? What if she says that the next step will be to kill me? What if that will turn the tide to your favour? Aemond…”

“I would never let any harm befall you.” Aemond feels insulted that you would imply such a thing. His impatience grows, and his tone sours, “Don’t you want this to cease? The Blacks will never surrender, even though they should-”

“You mean we should surrender? You would have to take me into account as well. I am part of the Blacks, after all, Aemond.”

He feels you pulling farther and farther away, but he moves closer, his face inches from yours, “You know I’m right. If that traitor Rhaenyra had only accepted the terms that my mother had presented then…”

“If only you had not chased your young nephew Lucerys while riding the world’s largest war-dragon, leading to his demise, then the rightful Queen Rhaenyra might have been more lenient in dealing with you traitors.” The words spill out you, spiteful and unrelenting, not giving any mind to how it might sound.

Clearly, that struck a nerve, and you had meant it to. The tension is overwhelming, as if one of you might draw your sword at any moment.

You wait for him to speak up and defend himself, to finally reveal his anger to you. You lean back on one heel, preparing for the onslaught.

Instead, he grabs your face roughly, and pulls you in for a searing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, protest dying between your lips. You can’t pull away, you don’t want to. So you grab on to him with the same passion, the same desperation. Your hands unconsciously reach up to entangle in his white-golden hair. You kiss him with rage, you kiss him with love. He uses his mouth to extinguish your frustration, even if only for a moment.

And finally, all too soon, you part.

“Ñuha perzys.” My fire, he whispers against you, like a solemn prayer, “One could say that you are the bane of my existence. And, yet, you are the reason for it, as well.”

“Don’t do it. Don’t meddle with such things. You don’t need her.” You whisper, throat feeling thick with emotion, but you know he has already made up his mind. One thing that made you fall in love with Aemond was his relentlessness, his drive, after all. Though these unavoidably get misguided.

“Do you trust me?” Your face is held tightly in his hands, eyes searching yours.

“No,” you shake your head, barely, “yn, avy jorrāelan.” …but, I love you.

He nods, and as he always does, lovingly connects his forehead to yours.

For now, that is enough.

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The ride back to King’s Landing was a quiet one, Aemond still reeling from the feeling of your skin on his, and the sounds emitted from your lips in the darkest hours of the night. As well as the severity of your words, but your rage only spurred his admiration on.

He had missed you, there was no doubt. He is determined not to be apart from you again, at least not for so long a time.

He has just had audience with his mother, the Lady Alicent, about his intention to put a stop to his wedding to Alys Rivers. This proposal was met with as much enthusiasm as a stern mother would allow, given one who never approved of his betrothed in the first place.

Alicent Hightower sat there, mulling over her more favoured son’s words, wondering what might have led him to making such a rushed decision.

“I realize the impropriety of it all, mother,” he said, not revealing the entirety of his reasoning. “You were right about Alys. She does not hold nearly high enough of a status to be my lady wife.”

“And how did you not come to this conclusion sooner?” Alicent asked gently. Aemond had come into her quarters unannounced, but she has always been glad for his visits. Now, even more so.

“I suppose I was acting out of spite. You’re well aware of what I think of marriage, especially in these times, when protecting our claim to the Iron Throne is most paramount. And, my being wed to a bastard of House Strong will not serve any purpose.” Aemond spat, unable to hide the disgust in his words. That disgust stemmed from Alys not being you, rather than her being a bastard, but Alicent need not know that.

“I shall inform the council of your decision. You must not act hastily again, Aemond. There are heavy costs to be incurred.” Alicent declared.

“Hmm.” Her son agreed.

“What of Lady Rivers? Shall I send for her to be taken away?”

“No, I will deal with her.” Aemond said, and Alicent was not sure what to make of that.

“Will you be keeping her, Aemond?”

Her son said nothing, resolute in staring at the flames dancing in the hearth.

She continues, “There is no need to feel ashamed if you wish to have her as a bedmate, Aemond. You are the prince, so it would be an honour for her to-”

Aemond stood abruptly, halting his mother’s words, who merely looked up at him, waiting.

“I shall take my leave now, mother.”

Alicent rose, taking his hands for a moment, before he walked out swiftly. In the back of her mind, briefly, she had thought of you. In her eyes, you had been the only woman for whom Aemond had expressed any strong affection for. She wondered if you might have influenced his decision now.

But how could you have, if you were lost to him?

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“I no longer wish to be wed to you. I apologize for any inconvenience or displeasure that this may cause, my lady, but I have made up my mind. You know full well that my heart was never truly in this union, and I am convinced that you have the same sentiment.”

Aemond wastes no time in making his intentions known to Alys, whom he called to his chambers after speaking with his mother.

If Alys Rivers is surprised by this declaration, her expression does not betray her. She merely sits across her now former betrothed, taking in his words.

“Aemond…” she opens her mouth to speak, but Aemond merely halts her with a raised hand.

“As for our arrangement… there is no reason for that to cease along with our betrothal. You will continue to be in service to me. You will continue to impart your visions, truthfully, so that I may win this war.”

“With all due respect, my prince Aemond,” The title always sounds lewd coming from her, as if she means to claim him by saying it, “why the fuck should I do that?”

Aemond’s gaze becomes steely and unwavering, meant to dispel any dissent coming from Alys. She may be a witch, but he will never allow her to have any power over him.

“Because, my lady, if not for me, you would have likely been raped and murdered upon our taking of Harrenhal. You owe your life to me, and as it stands, I demand your loyalty.” His voice lowers, as he continues, “Refuse, and I’ll have no further use for you. Although… the Street of Silk customarily remains in need of women of your calibre.”

The final insult hangs in the air, solidifying how Aemond views his former betrothed.

Alys’ demeanor morphs into one of acquiescence. But there was a darkness simmering within. She stands abruptly, ignoring the need to wait for his command, “Will that be all, Aemond?” No longer her Aemond, but he might have never been hers, after all.

She stares at him, one which he does not return. His mind is elsewhere. His mind is on you.

“My prince?” she asks again, frustrated by his callous ignorance of her.

“Hmm.” He wags two fingers, carelessly, in the direction of the door. Leave.

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Alys had been moved from her royal quarters, into one which is smaller, in the lower levels of the palace.

Chin held high, she tried her best to ignore the whispers and penetrating stares of onlookers, as she was escorted through the halls, with her meager possessions in her arms. Word quickly spread of the prince’s decision, and the festivities were immediately put to a halt. Most of the lords and ladies could not hide their satisfaction at the dismissal of the bastard lady, whom they never favoured as their new princess.

Among all the items in her quarters, she had held on to an ornate red box, about the size of her forearm. She did not seem to mind leaving the rest, even if she was given leave to take anything she wished.

It was the miniature red trunk, one which she already had, prior to being taken from Harrenhal, that she chose to take.

As moonlight begins to bleed faintly in her small window, she holds the box open in her lap, facing the humble hearth.

Aemond did not know this, but she knew of you. The Lord of Light had opened her eyes to your existence, to your parasitic intrusion to her relationship with Aemond. The Lord of Light had whispered the truth to her. When he left the feast, some nights before, she had known that it was to see you.

It was only a matter of time, according to her Red God, before she would have to act in order to secure her position. To have a higher power over the realm. To have a permanent stake in Aemond’s heart.

And the time has come. She sees you in the night sky, a triumphant smile on your face, riding on dragonback. Through the flames, through the eyes of the Lord of Light, she sees.

The time has come. And so she begins.

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You prepare to depart Horn Hill, walking towards your dragon, Fyraxes. House Tarly had called for aid, as they had been under siege by the Hightower and Lannister armies, who wanted to claim their land and resources for the Greens.

Instead of sending knights, Jacaerys had proposed coming on dragonback – a better show of force to the surrounding armies, making them measly in comparison. You had eagerly volunteered to join him, and Daemon was also quick to follow, saying, “Any chance to burn those fucking Greens, I’d happily take.”

So the three of you went, and as predicted, the Green armies stood no chance, and House Tarly remains intact and well-defended.

“Well done, Jace, Y/n.” Daemon calls out, preparing to mount his dragon as well.

“Back to Dragonstone, is it, then?” you smile, pleased about today’s small yet significant victory.

“Race you, y/n!” Jace yells, already mounted on Vermax, commanding her to fly.

“Oh no you don’t!” you hurriedly position yourself on Fryraxes, and Daemon merely laughs fondly at the two of you, “Sōvegon, Fyraxes.” Fly.

Fyraxes lifts herself off the ground, the sensation never failing to set your whole being alight. Flying on dragonback has always been as easy as breathing. You needed this. This was a form of escape from all this darkness, a way to be free. You wished you and Aemond could simply fly endlessly, to your heart’s desire.

Suddenly, Fyraxes groans, the sound reverberating throughout her body. She stops about a hundred feet above the ground, faltering, abruptly swaying from one side to the other.

“Y/n! What’s happening?” Daemon yells from Caraxes, flying just above you.

“I don’t know!” you yell back in a panic, and turn to your ailing dragon, “Skoros iksis pirta, Fyraxes? Sōvegon! Dohaeragon nyke!” What is wrong, Fyraxes? Fly! Serve me!

The words barely leave you, when you’re hit with a sudden onslaught of nausea, your vision effectively blurring. As if you’re feeling just what Fyraxes is feeling.

“Y/n!” You hear Daemon scream for you once more, more faintly now, and you can vaguely make out Caraxes flying towards you.

But it is too late. You succumb to the darkness.

And both dragon and her rider hurtle towards the ground.

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I self-indulged and held back on the angst :) though this chapter did not end happily anyhow.

I also went ahead and named your dragon, Fyraxes, just for ease of writing.

Next chapter might be shorter and will consist of Aemond fucking. shit. up. After he finds out.

Those tagged here are for this series - let me know if you wish to be tagged for other Aemond works as well :)

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sweetlywriting · 3 years ago

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Hi, there~! So I have this really fun idea in my head. I would like a headcannon in which the fem! reader asks the Dorm Leaders to be her pretend boyfriend. But what happens when the boys fall in love for real? Super fluff, please! Thanks!

Fake/pretend dating with dorm leaders

Includes-Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia, Kalim Al Asim, Vil Shoenheit, Idia Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts

A/N- I think these are the longest headcanons I’ve ever done but I love this trope-

Please reblog or comment if you enjoyed!!

Leona Kingscholar-

It was some dumb bet from Ruggie but you’d lose too much money if you lost, so you sucked it up and went over to ask Leona to be your boyfriend or at least pretend so you wouldn’t go broke

He’s snickering the entire time, eyes glimmering with amusement as you mumble your request

He takes great enjoyment in your embarrassment and you almost have to scream it at him to get him to agree

He agrees, just for a week and you have to do whatever he says in return have fun cleaning his room and other messes

Ruggie is now extremely happy because you have to do his job

Leona likes how he can obnoxiously pull your hair in magic history when he’s bored, and haul you away from classes

Oh also, now you’re basically a human pillow, he’s constantly dragging you too take naps with him

Leona’s still smart and observant, he knows when he’s in love with you and will likely burst into whatever class, club, or nap you were having to ask you out. For real this time.

Azul Ashengrotto-

Honestly he’s the one who asks you too fake date him, his business has been getting less publicity lately and dating the new magicless dorm leader would definitely incite some good rep

Plus now he can coerce you into turning your empty dorm into a mostro lounge branch! In return he’ll pay you well and help you with any studies for the entire rest of your school year!! It’s a good deal and you sign it with a contract

At the beginning it’s all very normal, but slowly he begins to enjoy this deal more than he thought he would

Azul is a bit touch starved so every time you lightly kiss his cheek in pubic, he completely flusters

It’s the same for you when you happen to be working on a extremely hard piece of homework and he whispers the answer in your ear and then swiftly walks away as though nothing happened

It’s a fun game and even at the end of the year he doesn’t want it to end

“ Shall we extend this contract? Forever?“

Malleus Draconia-

Lilia had seen you and Malleus talk once, and now all he thinks about is what color he’ll wear to your wedding

He’s constantly “coincidentally” signing Malleus up for all the classes you take or "coincidentally" locking you two in broom closets

It’s very exhausting, and when you both have had enough you and Malleus decide to pretend to date to get Lilia to calm down for a while

Spending time with Malleus you got to know him more than anyone probably could. He’s not used to company considering how most people are afraid of him, but begins to enjoy it

He comes to ramshackle dorm every night for his daily walk, now opting to take you along. The moon and his hand holding yours is the only sense of direction you have, but it’s all you need.

“Perhaps we could do this forever?” “I’d like that”

Kalim Al Asim-

It’s not super complicated with Kalim, you want him too pretend to be your boyfriend? Sure that’s fine!!

One of the best things about him is that he won’t push you on why you want him to do this. You’re his friend, if fake dating will help you in any way he’s down!

That changed when he realizes he’s actually falling for you

Kalim is typically pretty oblivious so he doesn’t know exactly what to do

Suddenly, something that was a casual thing is something he can’t live without

The moment he realizes this, he drops everything and runs to you-and just by the look on his face and the way he crashes his lips on yours, you know this was never pretend

Vil Shoenheit-

Vil is famous, being in a relationship would cause huge scandal and completely ruin his career, but sometimes he feels alone and wants to be cared for the way he sees the couples laughing through the hallways with hands clasped

He doesn’t want to ask any of his friends so why not the person he just so happens to be alchemy partners with?

So one day, out of nowhere he’ll blurt-“will you let me be your boyfriend?-pretend of course.” Once you accept he’ll try all the stereotypical couples things

Picnics, ice skating dates, stargazing, cooking together, cute stuff

Vil finds himself getting a little too attached, he feels so at ease with you

It’s scares him a little, the way he’s already fallen so deeply for you

But he loves the way things are now, real or not he doesn’t want to ruin that

Idia Shroud-

You need a date to the school dance, he needs a date to the dance. . .

But really when you come up to him asking him to pretend to be your date, he’s half flattered-like his face is entirely red and he can barely answer, but another part of him is a little sad

You don’t want him too be your real boyfriend? He brushes it off, far too happy to at least be your date to be too bothered

He picks out his best suit and shows up with flowers, gentlemanly but still in a nervous sweat

Everyone is a little suprised to see the both of arrive together, and as Idia’s about to run out far away from all the stares, you pull him to dance

He’ll never forget how it felt to melt into your smile and the feeling of slowly forgetting that anyone else was even there, laughing and twirling- it didn’t feel fake

It felt like the happiest night of his life. “Could we go out as a real couple?” He says it confidently because it’s something he’s sure about

Well so much for fake dating, you answer him with a passionate kiss

Riddle Rosehearts-

It was some dumb dare from Ace and Deuce, you had enough with their teasing about how you would you would be single forever and now to spite them you were standing in front of Heartslabyul’s dorm leader, persuading him to pretend to be your boyfriend for a while

At first Riddle is very offended that you would ask him on a fake date, and for something so silly? But eventually with the promise of strawberry tarts and the thought of Ace and Deuces shocked faces, he gives in

The entire Heartslabyul is shocked that their stony strict dorm warden is dating someone

Riddle has never been in a relationship so he’s actually quite nervous, he almost screams the first time you grab his hand

He’s completely red afterwards and refuses to look at you

He tries to deny actually being in love with you for as long as possible, but he doesn’t want to lose you either

After shoving his pride down for a bit, he invites you for tea and a heartfelt confession

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