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[lizzyk137]

Misunderstandings and Realizations- A Spencer Reid Fanfiction (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: You and Spencer started to drift apart after JJ's confession, you can handle it for only so long before leaving him. Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, angst, fluff, brief mentions of sex, brief mention of serial killer, brief mention of seizure, talk of pregnancy, brief moments of being in a hospital Based on Season 14 episode 16 all throughout Season 15

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Something went down.

Not in the bad way, well you guess you could say it was bad because there was a hostage situation with an Unsub, but something certainly happened.

You felt it when he came back home to you that night. Curling himself around you, kissing your neck all over before finally making passionate love to you, like the world would end if he didn't. Usually, you cuddle and fall asleep after you both clean up, but he left you in bed as he went out to the living room, his face masked of any emotion.

His face often did that now when you were around. You had asked the other team member's partners during your weekly get together at the park, but none of them knew what went down that night, not even Will. All he knew was that the Unsub played a game with JJ and Spencer, and JJ didn't tell him anything but that.

You saw the looks at Rossi's wedding, you tried to ignore them. Will seem oblivious to them, but you caught every single one. Spencer didn't ask you to dance either that night, something he loved to do with you since it gave him the excuse to hold you close, look into your eyes and give you kiss after kiss all while you giggled. He loved the feeling of your heart beating in sync with his, he had told you and since then he would randomly dance with you at home and especially when you both went out.

The looks continued throughout the night, the random hush conversations. They didn't stop even when Will got JJ to dance or Alvez came over to ask you to dance. Spencer didn't even seem to care when you said yes, and you spent the rest of the night dancing with Alvez and Pennelope. He just sat alone at the table, his gaze always finding JJ's.

--

Kristy watched you, her hand on her growing bump, as you ran around the playground with her youngest daughters. "Are you sure he isn't just stressed?" She had asked, her voice almost lost in the mixture of the kid's giggled and screams.

You peaked your head from behind one of the slide's. "He's been going to therapy and taking his medicine regularly. It could be but he's never been like this before."

You slid down the slide, the plastic being a little slicker than you thought causing you to fall off and onto the ground.

A pain in your stomach appeared, causing you to gasp, but you quickly brush it away as Henry and Michael came running up to you with a disheveled Will running to catch up with them. You played with the kids for a while, the pain growing more intense, before you slugged your way over to the bench where Kristy and Will sat.

"You should sit down. The kids are pushing you hard today." Kristy laughed. You sat down next to her, a cry escaping your lips as your body touched the cool bench beneath you. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head as the pain increased, your vision going blurry as you felt Will's hands grab your body before it hit the bench.

--

Spencer watched as Matt and Kristy laughed at what Luke said, Matt's arms circling his wife's very pregnant belly. He wondered if he would get to do that one day, but he shook the thought from his mind before going back to his conversation with Tara.

"How's Y/N, doing? She's been quiet the past couple of meet ups."

Spencer nodded his head before lying, "She's been okay, work has her stressed out. She spends most days reading or with the kids." He knew it wasn't the truth but every member of his team that has asked how you've been, he just gave the same reply. Because in all honesty, he didn't know the truth. One day you were just quiet.

He saw the cracks in your usual smiley self. You were a ray of sunshine, always what was needed to brighten up his usual gloomy self. He knew things have been different, he didn't want to admit it. His brain always confused on what he wanted and possibly who he wanted, though he would never tell you that. He always made himself busy, usually taking on more cases from police departments that needed help or booking more classes to teach. The only intimacy you both had was when he came home after cases. He would kiss you like your lips was the air he needed and then made love to you for hours before watching you drift off to sleep before moving to the couch which had become his bed every night because it wasn't right of him to lay next to you while he had been tossing around the idea of a life with another women.

Spencer knew you were lonely, but you stayed, he was thankful for that, he didn't know what he would do without you in his life. But he couldn't shake what was going through his head.

Somewhere in the midst of overthinking, his feet brought him to Kristy. She stood there glowing as she smiled, her hand still rubbing on her belly. "Come to say congratulations again, Dr. Reid?" Her eyes playful as she teased him.

"Um, do you know where Y/N is?" He asked. He hadn't been able to find you for the past hour, which shouldn't have been hard since the house only had so many hiding places.

"She didn't tell you, did she? She had an appointment this afternoon, but she should be here soon." Spencer nodded, trying to remember if you had told him, which you didn't because his brain wouldn't allow him to forget things. "This must be super hard on her though, so make sure you show her some extra love."

Spencer looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"You know, with the miscarriage. It has to be hard on her to go to this type of celebration." Spencer's puzzled expression only grew as she spoke, so she decided to continue on. "Did she not tell you? She told us she was going to tell you."

"Everyone knew?" His voice barely a whisper.

"No, no. Just Will, Penelope, Luke along with Matt and me. It happened about eight months ago. She fell down playing with the kids and passed out. Will brought her to the hospital, they said it was because she was so stressed."

"Because of work?" Spencer voice was squeaky as worry clouded his face even more.

Kristy's voice was soft but also annoyed. "No, because of what has been going on with you and JJ. She hasn't been herself since then."

--

You finally made it to the party, your nerves getting to you. Your doctor had confirmed the baby was fine and growing healthy. But you were worried, so worried. What if this ended up like before? Your worrying hadn't died down and Spencer hadn't down anything to change that.

Opening up the front door, you made your way into the house, the house filled with laughter and noise. Your eyes scanned for Spencer, but you couldn't find him. You eventually found Kristy; a smile plastered your face as you hugged her tight. She was one of the few people who could make you naturally smile.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you hadn't told Spencer, and I may have told him what happened." Her words fast and covered in worry.

"It's okay," you told her, your hands rubbing her arms. "I just haven't had the heart to do it."

"I didn't tell him what was going on now though." Kristy eyed your too big sweatshirt that had covered your bump before squealing. "How did it go?"

You laughed at her enthusiasm. "It went well, the doctor reassured me that everything was okay. They're healthy and happy. And no, I did not find out the sex either, so don't ask." Her face turned into a pout, and you couldn't help the laugh that slipped out. "Where is Spencer? I think we should definitely talk."

You made your way over to the back patio that Kristy said she had last seen him. You were going to come clean with everything that has happened the last eight months, but your determination faltered when you saw Spencer hugging JJ close to him, her hand rubbing circles on his back.

--

Diana was calling you. Which was strange since she hasn't called you in months. You answered and made your way to a quiet place in the house. You were happy she remembered you, the conversation flowing nicely before she told you about Spencer's visit. What he said and how he felt. She was worried about him, and as his childhood best friend she wanted to let you know what was said and what she had replied with.

You ended the call with the promise to call her back tomorrow. You sank down to the floor, your growing belly blocking you from curling up the way you wanted too.

What had you been expecting? Spencer finally coming clean to his mom that you were together. You doubted he would now that you had moved out without a word a month ago with no communication since. And Diana had proven you right. He made no mention of your relationship.

You took a deep breath and got up. Fixing your hair, you walked out of Matt's office and made your way to Kristy to tell her that you had finally made up your mind.

--

Months had gone by with silence.

No word from him.

No word from you.

You only heard what was going on via the team when they checked up on you. You told them that they didn't have to do that, but Emily said you were a part of the family, you had been for years, and not even Spencer's shitty attitude would change that.

Alvez had taken you in after you told Kristy that you were moving on from Spencer and going forth into motherhood alone. Alvez was someone you trusted, and your friendship grew these past few months. He watched out for you, and you watched out for any girl that you could set him up with. He said it was a win-win situation for him.

You didn't see each other anymore than friends, brother and sister if you really thought about it. But you were grateful for that. You needed it and Alvez enjoyed your company and having someone to watch Roxy while he was on cases. He helped you every time you cried about Spencer especially when you went to your baby appointments and your hormones would make it hard to concentrate on anything but the fact that you were doing this alone. Spencer had already moved on, and you were having his baby alone.

But this perfect set up wouldn't last. The baby was coming soon, and you had to find a place that you could have a proper nursery or at least more space than Alvez's tiny apartment. Plus, the chance that Luke would wind up in a relationship was high, any girl would fall in love with his great personality, and you didn't want to ruin what he could have.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, setting up the baby's car seat. "We would all feel better with having you here with the Chameleon running around still."

"I think it would be better to move out, I don't want to get in the way."

Alvez chuckled then sighed. "Y/N, you're not in the way. I know you felt that way for a bit, but you aren't. The team want you safe. So, stay here until we've caught the guy, alright?"

"Alright, but after that I'm moving out."

Weeks have gone by, the team on the lookout for the serial killer that had haunted Rossi. During that time, you had given birth to an adorable baby boy, the spitting image of Spencer. He was perfect and the sweetest baby, sleeping through the night, all the cuddles he gave you. He was just perfect.

Your phone rang, and you quickly got up to grab it before it awoke your sleeping son. "Hello?" You whispered.

"Oh, Y/N, Spencer..." You heard Penelope crying. "He.. he was shaking so badly... Oh my god, Spencer..."

"Penelope, slow down. Take a deep breath. Tell me what's going on."

Her words were rushed and mumbled, but from what you gathered, you were already packing your baby's stuff up and heading to the car before you got off the phone with her.

--

You rushed into the waiting room to find Penelope and he his mom sitting together. "Oh, Y/N." Diana got up and crushed you into a hug. "I'm so glad you're here."

"How is he?"

Penelope grabbed the baby bag from you. "He's awake now, they ran tests and he'll be okay. They're cleaning him up right now so we stepped out but should be able to see him soon."

You nodded and sat down. It wasn't long before they called you in, you lingered in the back. You hadn't spoken to Spencer for months and you didn't know how he would feel seeing you, especially with the state he was in currently. Plus, you didn't want to make his new girlfriend uncomfortable.

You watched him hug his mom and Penelope, a smile on his face, you could tell he was trying to calm both women's nerves. He chatted with them for a bit until his eyes landed on you in the doorway. He gave you a small smile, his eyes traveling down to the baby carrier in your hands.

His 100-watt smile returned as he looked to his mom and Penelope. "Do you mind if I have a minute with Y/N?" They both nodded and headed out. You lingered in the back of the room, Spencer just watching you.

"How are you feeling?" The silence was deafening, and you wanted to fill the space with something.

"I'll be okay. Is that-?" He nodded towards the carrier. You nodded to his question.

"Did you want to meet him?" You stepped closer when he gave you a small nod. You unhooked the still sleeping baby from his car seat and brought him over to meet Spencer. Spencer reached his arms out and your heart tightened a bit at the sight of your baby being held by his father for the first time. You gently laid your son in his arms, his face brightening with a big smile.

You sat there for a few minutes watching him make faces at your baby, cooing occasionally. You didn't even realize you had started crying until Spencer called your name, worry on his face.

"I'm sorry..." You quickly wiped the tears away.

"It's okay. Thank you for letting me meet him. What's his name?"

"Oh, um, he doesn't have one yet. Every time I think something may sound right; it just doesn't fit." You reached over to fix the blanket that was near your son's face. "The deadline is coming up, so I'll have to settle on something."

Spencer nodded; his one hand came up to stroke his son's face. "You'll find the right name, I know you will, Y/N."

Something in the way he said your name, made you break down. You couldn't stop the tears from flowing or how weak your legs felt. Spencer moved the baby and grabbed your hand, pulling you down to sit on the bed and held you close to him as you sobbed.

Your baby's cough stopped your sobs instantly and you whipped around to look at you sleeping sons face. You rubbed your hand over your face. "Have you been doing this alone?"

You nodded in reply. "I don't want to bother Alvez. He barely comes home with the Chameleon on the loose."

His hand found your face and cupped it gently, your tears still flowing. "I'm sorry I haven't been there. You've done it all alone. I should've been there."

You shook your head quickly. "It was me. I decided this. I didn't tell you." A sob escaped your lips. "It was just so hard without you there." Spencer opened his arm wide, inviting you to cuddle in and you did. You sat like that for a long time, Spencer's arm rubbing circles on your back as you held your arm over his other arm that was holding your son, your head on his chest.

You lifted your head up and looked at Spencer, his eyes on locking onto yours. The draw was powerful and neither of you realized what was happening until your lips touched. After that, you couldn't keep your lips off of him. Both of you pressing your bodies as close as you physically could with a baby in your arms, the need for each other growing with every second. You pulled away for air, guilt instantly hitting you.

"Spence... we shouldn't do this..." You mumbled between Spencer's kisses.

"Why?"

"Because... You have a girlfriend..." The assault on your lips continuing and you were trying not to enjoy it.

Spencer pulled away; his eyes still locked onto yours. "I don't have a girlfriend. I mean I did but I don't anymore. It- it was a fling to try to get over you, but I just couldn't, especially when I found out about our baby. I just want you, Y/N."

"But JJ...?"

"I was confused over what she said, that was wrong of me, but I knew I always needed you with me. I may be smart but I'm dumb when it comes to my feelings. When I found out you lost our baby, I lost it at the shower and JJ encouraged me to talk to you but when I came home you were gone." His eyes started to water, and he pulled you and your baby closer to him. "I've been a mess, barely sleeping, barely eating. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, I know what I've done is not excusable and you have every right to not want me in your life, but I need you."

--

"Y/N!" Spencer whisper yelled at you to get your attention. You looked up at him to find him pointing at the sleepy baby he was holding. You walked over, a smile on your face to see your baby sleeping with his tongue slightly sticking out through his smile.

You giggled, wondering how you got so lucky to have such an adorable baby. "Are you almost ready to go?"

Spencer nodded, before reluctantly putting his sleeping son in his car seat. "Do we have to leave him?"

You giggled again at the silly pout on his face. "As much as I want to stay with him, I think we both need to mentally get out of this house." He nodded as he picked up his son's car seat and diaper bag before making his way out of the house with you locking up behind him.

After dropping your son off at your mother's, Spencer and you made your way to Penelope's sendoff party. Spencer placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles against your skin. He knew how anxious you were to be away from your child, hell he was just as anxious, but he knew you needed to see your friend off or you wouldn't forgive yourself.

He felt you relax after a minute, and he gave you a smile when you looked over at him. You sighed and continued to look at Spencer, taking in his features and how attractive it was watching him drive with one hand on your thigh.

The first few weeks after your reunion with Spencer was awkward. You didn't know how to react to everything going around you. The case was wrapped up, Penelope announced she was leaving, and Spencer wanting to get back together. Spencer and you took it slow, not wanting to rush into things, just learning what you both had miss, you decided on being friends and he had suggested in both of you getting a place together so it was easier to raise your son and Alvez could have his place back.

You declined at first but after some thought and Spencer showing you pictures of a few houses on the market, you caved in after seeing a two-story house with its wrap around porch and lilac bushes covering the front yard. All you could picture was your son running around the house playing as you sat on the porch in the early mornings, a book in hand. Since then, the next month and a half was getting the house turned into your home.

The friendship thing worked at first, but somehow you would end up staying up waiting on Spencer to come home from cases, him carrying you to bed when your body couldn't keep yourself awake. The early mornings where you cradled your son as you sat on the couch, Spencer's arms wrapped around you from behind, his face next to yours as he cooed at your little one. The random make out sessions in the kitchen when the tension became too strong.

And one night he gave you such a scare.

You sat waiting up for him, he had sent you a text that he was on his way home, but he wasn't answering your calls, and you feared the worse when he wasn't home hours later. When you heard the front door open, you stomped your way from the kitchen to see his smiling face, arms full of groceries and a bouquet of flowers. His smile faltered when he saw how angry you were, tears streaming down your face.

You yelled at him, careful not to walk the sleeping child upstairs, but enough for him to realize how angry you were with him. You angrily put away the groceries, telling him that he should've brought a charger to plug in his dead phone, or let her know that he was going to the store instead of saying he would be right home. He didn't understand why you were so upset with him, his brain too tired to figure it out until you blurted out that you loved him. He looked at you with an apologetic smile before pulling you into his arms, apologizing for worrying you.

Sighing in his arms, you looked up at him, the joke you were about to say escaping your mind when you saw the hunger in his eyes. He took your face in his hands and brought his lips to yours. The kiss was full of passion and love and when you pulled away for air, he told you he loved you. After that, the night was filled with passionate kisses and love making.

You smiled thinking back on the memory. Spencer still took things slow with you; he told you he didn't want to mess up his second chance. He slipped his hand on the small of your back as you made your way into Rossi's backyard.

All night Spencer seemed nervous, but you played it off on his dislike for change and Penelope leaving was a big change for him. You squeezed his hand that was on his chest as you slow danced to the music that was wafting around you. You nuzzled your head in his chest as you swayed even when the music stopped playing.

"Y/N." You looked up at Spencer's face, his dark eyes on yours. He kissed the back of your intwined hand and pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket and kneeled down as he pulled out a box. He opened the box to reveal a tear shaped diamond ring, your right hand covering the gasp that came from your lips.

"I know I said I would take it slow, but I can't imagine my life without you. I want to wake up beside you every morning, go to bed with you in my arms, play with our son in the backyard and watch him grow up and continue growing our family." A few stray tears fell down both of your cheeks, a smile stretching across your face at the mention of expanding your family. "I want you and your love, the gentle smiles you give, your contagious laugh. I don't ever want to let those go. You are my home, you are the only one I think of all day, the one who can calm me down with just one look, word or touch. I need you in order to be me. So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you please be my wife?"

"Yes!"

[canonicallyobserving911]

Did any of the writers, mains, producers, directors, camera operators or anyone tell TM that season 7 was NOT good?

The first three episodes were ok (and even those had too much attention given to the guest stars who played Lola and Norm) but the more they kept changing the mains' storylines, the worse the season got and it ended horrifically horribly.

I'm so frustrated with the way they TOOK EVERYTHING FROM EDDIE! He ended the season ALONE and they let his trifling mom, Helena (NO, I'M NOT INCLUDING RAMON BECAUSE THEY RECONCILED) swoop in and take Chris even though Eddie said in 4x14 he didn't want his parents to get Chris if something happened to him. It was one of the main reasons why he put Buck in his will so the man who loves Chris just as much as he does would take care of his son. They literally took Chris away from him when Eddie's admitted before that Chris was the only good thing in his life (3x9 while he was in therapy with Frank). Then they actually added a doppelgänger to Eddie's storyline but if I didn't know it happened and I hadn't watched season 7 and someone told me that's what Eddie got as a main character, I wouldn't have believed them. But the fact is it's true and it happened. That Vertigo BS was not it and it shouldn't have been included for him. Hello? What happened to Eddie's therapy sessions? I'm so sick of them giving Eddie crappy storylines or no storylines at all. Can they PLEASE DO BETTER FOR HIM IN SEASON 8?

Maddie and Chimney didn't even have another storyline after their wedding except for them applying to get Mara from the group home.

What happened to Hen and Chim being best friends? After 7x2, we barely saw them talking or hanging out. I don't mind Hen and Maddie being friends but Josh is Maddie's best friend and Hen is Chimney's but based on the way season 7 played out, new viewers wouldn't know that Hen and Chim ride or die for each other.

I won't even get started on the hamster wheel Buck's been on since season 1. He's still on it even though during the preseason interviews it was stated he was finally going to get off of it. I'm not blaming OS so don't get this twisted. My issue is Buck's still on the hamster wheel because he's still going with the flow in relationships instead of him actively choosing the person (EDDIE) he wants to be with. And that $hitshow TM wrote for him to be with T.K. WAS NOT A ROMCOM. It was a cluster f~ck.

Bobby was suicidal, Athena knew it, their house burned down to the ground and Bobby died for 14 minutes but he just went back to work after 2 weeks like he didn't put in for his retirement 👀.

Hen and Karen's storyline was a repeat of season 4 but instead of Nia it was Mara. Also, instead of doing a storyline centered around a crooked city councilwoman for Hen, TM should have written something better. Hen was in medical school and she followed protocol so what was this nonsense?

WTF was Gerard doing back at the 118? I don't want to see him and I won't watch him be an asshat to Chimney, Hen, Eddie, Buck and Ravi. They can keep that $hit because it's not necessary and WTF is Bobby supposed to be doing while Gerard's 100-year-old ass is running the 118?

I have a lot more to say about season 7 because it's been weeks and I'm still pissed about the way it ended.

DO NOT REBLOG THIS POST TO COUNTER ARGUE OR REFUTE THE THINGS I SAID. IF YOU LIKED SEASON 7 THEN CREATE YOUR OWN POST ON YOUR BLOG AND GUSH OVER THAT CLUSTER F~CK OF A SEASON IF YOU WANT.

I SAID WHAT I SAID AND I DIDN'T LIKE IT AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND!

To the person who tried it (I won't include your username because you're irrelevant), you've been blocked which means the reblog you did won't show up in this post anymore.

[rindragon-from-twewy]

Everyone focusing so hard on all the inconsistencies and unanswered questions about Ruby and Mrs. Flood that I've yet to see a single person properly lay out exactly why the who Sutekh thing is so... just... wrong? Like sure I've seen plenty of Day of The Doctor, The Doctor's Wife and Jack and Clara discussion but there's more then just that, I think.

Whole rant below, feel free to add ur own takes to it:

I mean, just imagine all the strange situations the Tardis has been put in before;

- Growing in size in The Name of The Doctor. Why did Sutekh decide to enact his plan right now and not, say, after the doctor was burried in Trenzalore?

- Why didn't Sutekh do anything when The Master had the Tardis and turned it in to the paradox machine? Two powerful villains joining forces to bring death to the universe mayhaps???

- Multiple Tardises (Tardi?) In one place on multiple occasions, being abandoned and/or lost on multiple occasions. How did Sutekh know that the doctor would come back for it? Why didn't he just bring the dust of death without the doctor present to inevitably save the day? (In 73 Yards and Heven Sent especially-)

- The Tardis being given a woman's body while it's shell is controlled by an evil planet- how come she didn't mention it in The Doctor's Wife? Why didn't House make any comments about it in the exact same episode?

- In Utopia, the Tardis tries to shake Jack off but why not the giant death god? In The Time of The Doctor, Clara clinging to the outside slows the Tardis down for literal decades on The Doctor's end! So does this mean the Tardis will somehow travel faster??? How would they even implement that?

- And I've yet to see anyone mention that the Tardis that we're currently with is a DUPLICATE made by the Toymaker's hammer! Did Sutekh decide to hop from one Tardis to another?? Did he get duplicated too? I saw a theory a while back that the duplication is what summoned Sutekh to begin with before all the finale stuff happened but I've seen nothing since.

- Also, The Doctor managed to pick up on there being multiple Claras after only two encounters- he even managed to make that connection based on her voice alone so why did it take him so long to recognise all the Susan Triads?!

And what's annoying is that none of this will ever be explained cuz Sutekh is (allegedly) dead now so it just doesn't matter anymore!

I know the real answer is that nobody thought it'd go this way until a couple years ago when it was first written so no hints could be placed until the 60th specials (with the first Susan Triad appearance) but doesn't think knowledge fundamentally change the way we view the Tardis in every single episode after Pyramids of Mars in a way that's just... a little bit unsatisfying?

[ride-thedragon]

The Adultification of Baela Targaryen.

Something that I've noticed is that with a more prominent role this season Baela is being adultified by the adults in her life so far.

Rhaenys: They were together for 6 years on Driftmark, but due to the fact that she's patrolling the Gullet, Baela is kind of left to fend for herself in this new position and with the idea that she has to prove herself. It's not Rhaenys' fault, obviously, but it plays into the idea that she has to grow up a lot quicker than she did previously. Her parental figure is away doing what she can, and Baela is eager to replicate that example.

Daemon: Now her actual parent is being dismissive of her. Baela and Daemon have one scene in season 1.

In my humble opinion, he and Laena simply took to the child they could relate more to and was more interested. It wasn't simply Laena taking Rhaena because Daemon didn't want her.

But, now, six years later, that dynamic has changed. She is under the watch of Rhaenys. All the moments he would've shared with her, perfecting High Valyrian, learning to ride a dragon, and learning the ways of court have been learnt through Rhaenys. That's not to say they aren't close enough. She's the person who sends the letter to him about the Driftmark sucession issue.

The issue is, in that scene, he's in a mood because in typical Daemon fashion, his actions have consequences.

He ignores her because he's upset, not because he hates her, and you can tell that Baela is thrown off by it. I'm not saying it's the first time, just that she doesn't have a tolerance for it. She goes into the room and we see that she has a lot more childish expression towards it.

She asks about him hesitantly after seeing and gauging the situation. She's growing up and learning that he isn't perfect, and unlike with Laena, they can't and don't have to hide their fights from her anymore, no matter how much her tone seems to want it.

Because she is still young and doesn't understand, nor should she have to understand the volatile creature Daemon is. So she wonders if sometimes she simply just hates him, because it would be a lot less work.

But because this isn't meant to be a full analysis of their relationship, the point is that Daemon expects her to have an understanding of this and from his past behaviour still manage to understand that they are on the same side. Baela is 16 years old.

Rhaenyra: I saw someone say that Rhaenyra is risking Baela because she doesnt care about her, which was funny in the context but unfounded in the narrative and based on interview. The posts about this are great though.

Jacaerys volunteers to fly above King's Landing to monitor what Aegon intends to do and to see if he retaliates. She specifically says no because the last time he volunteered to do something, his brother was killed by the enemy. Her saying no can be based on the fact that Jace might be a little hot-headed if anything happens and try to fight like he did in episode 8 and the fact that like her father, she sees the risk and doubles down on the fact that she can't risk her heir.

So she sends Baela.

In all seriousness, it's the theme of adultification yet again. Some people think she's lashing out at Daemon through Baela, but she's not hateful towards the girls, and she certainly isn't malicious enough to make children pay for the crimes of their parents.

But what she is doing is treating Baela like an adult because she's eager to help and seemingly more level-headed than Jace would be. Rhaenyra didn't see Baela grow up. She didn't raise Baela. Rhaenys did, and Rhaenys is the most competent advisor and the only advisor she has that listens to her. She's treating Baela in a very similar way.

The issue with that is that Baela is 16 YEARS OLD. She is the same if not similar age to Jace. They are putting her in a position and risking her because she is seen as more responsible (someone said eldest daughter syndrome) when she is most likely not and from what we've seen, she's just as eager to prove herself.

Overall,

I just hope they follow through with this narrative but also allow her some grace. We see her being moody about Daemon, and that's really excellent because that means it's purposeful and recognised by the narrative, which is one of the biggest strides they taken in subverting stereotypes with the Velaryons. She's a kid, let her be a kid.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Owen vampire anon here! Thanks for replying

I do like the idea of a whole horror concept of Owen, might like to play into that scenario one day. But i feel like it would be way more funnier and just...more Owen if it was kept in a more comedic light.

Hear me out on this scenario, everyone knows well enough that Owen might be a vampire. (People got this idea from some of the ideas you listed, and maybe the fact that Owen has mistaken them for food way too many times to be suspicious). But Owen is convinced that no one knows, so in the confessional he's just like "no one must know" dramatically

And then Noah walks up to the confessional like "My best friend might be a vampire. Crazy shit i know right?"

Also it would be really funny if Owen is convinced Izzy is a vampire too due to all her biting, when its really Izzy just doing fun pay back for all of Owen's blood sucking.

Yes! I adore fun light-hearted AUs, and having the vampire Owen AU focus mostly on the hijinks he gets up to in order to protect his "secret" (despite everyone knowing there's something up with him) is so fun. So good. 10/10 concept - especially since it plays into is canonical inability to keep a secret.

I think the initial misconception that Izzy is some sort of supernatural creature would be really funny; a fellow vampire, some sort of werefolk, a zombie(?). Anything known for being as feral and bite-happy as Izzy tends to be. She'd absolutely try to play into the idea, but I can't see her being very convincing at all despite her abilities as an actress - thus she'd be outed as a normal(ish) human being pretty quickly.

Though she'd be more than contented to be Owen's main bloodbag. Izzy's absolutely the type of person who'd have a weird fascination with the supernatural (her actions in the Egypt episodes of World Tour attest to this) and being the primary foodsource for a vampire would be right up her alley.

I see their relationship playing out a lot more vaguely than it did in canon - neither would ever cross the boundary of confirming whether their relationship is official or not, and (if we're getting a little angsty with it) Owen's happier living with their indeterminate situationship than risking asking Izzy to be his girlfriend, only to learn that she barely tolerates the company of a "monster" and doesn't share the sentiment. Or worse. Of course, that's pretty out of character for Izzy, but she is fairly unpredictable and Owen's got good reason to play his cards close to his chest when it comes to his "condition".

I didn't want to talk about Noah in the OG post since a lot of my blog in practically centered around him, but I did have an idea for a scenario where Owen is convinced that Noah is also a vampire, hence why he befriends him so quickly and easily. Because Noah's got pretty much all of the characteristics; he's cold to the touch, generally avoids sunlight and going outside, his footsteps are feather light to the point he moves around silently, he sleeps a lot during the day, ect ect.

To Owen, the only logical conclusion is that Noah is also a vampire who's really bad at masking it. In actuality, Noah's just kind of a weirdo. And anemic.

So Owen's fairly open about his vampirism to Noah, wholly convinced that they're both in the same boat. And Noah takes it in stride because he ran out of fucks to give the moment he arrived on the island and, in all honesty, Owen's pretty good company.

Then you get a scene like the one you proposed - Noah goes into the confessional, says something along the lines of "So my best friend is a vampire. I didn't realise reality TV shows cared that much about their diversity quota, but here we are." And plays off the whole situation in his usual unflappable and snarky way. Did he just have his perception of the world as he knew it shattered under the news that vampires are real? Yeah. Does he care? Not really.

Cue shennanagins where the rest of the Island knows that Owen is a vampire... and maybe they even think he turned Noah? And our favourite idiots are completely unaware and trying desperately to keep Owen's vampirism a secret.

I think it'd be really cool to have someone else on the island be a different type of supernatural being too, and have them work as an antagonistic force towards Owen in this AU. Or have someone be well versed in the occult and, using their knowledge, act as a de facto vampire hunter in a cartoonish game of cat-and-mouse between them and an oblivious Owen. Cough cough Gwen cough.

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So long, my Dragon

Daemon Targaryen x f! OC

Hello lovely people!

Yes, once again Daemon has struck my heart. It probably has something to do with the first two episodes of HOTD, so here it is. Another outside of the plot line scenario with our favorite Rogue Prince.

Enjoy! (and keep in mind English is NOT my first language so please - HAVE MERCY!)

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Alanna was as frightened as anyone would be in her situation. Trapped in the Capital with her sister and father demanding she declare for the new King, while her loyalties and heart lied with Rhaenyra and her own husband. More so upon hearing about a tragic event that took place in Storm's End where apparently the war has truly begun. Aemond killed the royal envoy sent by Rhaenyra, that was the information that Alanna could gather but she felt more grim news would follow. By the end of the day she finally heard someone knocking on her chamber's door and upon opening them, she saw Aemond with tears in the brink of spilling from his eye and the most sorrowful look on his face she has ever witnessed her young nephew display. Without hesitation she walked towards him, gently taking the young prince in her arms like a mother should. She caressed his back, holding him close to her as he let his fear out, crying into his aunt's shoulder like when he used to do as a very young boy. 

- I killed him, Aunt Alanna. I killed him. Vhagar killed him but didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to. I lost control. He was just a boy.

Alanna felt her heart stop at her nephew's words but did not stop her actions. Gently she led Aemond to a nearby armchair and sat him upon it, sitting on the armrest while still holding the crying prince. 

- Shh, hush now. You need to calm down, my sweet prince. Just breathe with me, Aemond. Just breathe. 

The boy didn't speak but he kept holding onto his aunt’s arms like a baby in distress. Meanwhile, Alanna's thoughts started racing as if she was running with the wind. "He was just a boy". It could have been anyone, especially on dragon back. It could have been Jaecerys, Rhaenyra's eldest boy. It could have been Lucerys, the middle son of the Queen. Or worst of all it could have been one of her boys gallivanting through the skies on their dragons. She was terrified she could have lost a child, but she tried not to frighten the trembling prince currently residing in her embrace. She knew that in his current condition she would not get much information out of him, but she had to know. Above all she was a mother who desperate to know whether she has just lost a child or not. 

- Aemond, look at me. Look at me, my sweet prince.

Gently Alanna lifted Aemond's chin to meet his one lilac eye overflowing with fresh tears. She wiped the trace of salty streams off his cheek, holding his face with both her hand as if he was a glass figure ready to fall apart at any given moment. He was not shaking as much but she could still see the terror in his gaze, as if one of his worst nightmares came to life. 

- I need to know, Aemond. Who was it? 

There was a sombre silence that befell the prince and his aunt as the woman anticipated the worst. Aemond loved her as if he was his true mother and he could not bear to look her in the eyes if he ever hurt one of her kin. He took a shaky breath and finally spoke up, still grasping her arms tightly. 

- Rhaenyra's son. He was Rhaenyra's son, aunt Alanna. I...

He could not finish as he broke into tears again. Without a second thought Alanna cradled him once again, smoothing his withered silver hair. Silently she thanked the Gods for her children’s safety, but at the same time her heart cried for Rhaenyra and her boy. No matter which one, she knew losing a child is every mother's greatest fear.  But for now, she had to deal with the child in her embrace. For all she knew Alicent simply scolded her younger son for what happened, not considering that Vhagar was a creature of habit and over a hundred-year-old dragon with years of battle and fighting behind her. Aemond, despite being a seasoned dragon rider of a few years was still just a boy in comparison to his dragon. Vhagar was ancient and even though she allowed Aemond to become her rider, she would never surrender to him in full. It was true that Aemond never harboured any love for his nephews as his mother and grandsire made sure of that, but he wasn't a killer. At least not the boy Alanna raised in the shadows of the Red Keep. 

Suddenly Aemond shook awake from his cries, and he looked at his aunt as if he saw her for the first time. There was something different in his gaze, a newfound force Alanna could not decipher.

- You must go. 

At first, she thought she misheard him. 

- We're in my chambers, Aemond. I don't think there is elsewhere for me to go to.

- I mean you need to leave King's Landing. You need to leave tonight. Mother is furious. Aegon is laughing but he does not grasp the severity of the situation. Grandfather is not as angry as my mother, but I know his silence is a foul sign. Gods know what might happen now. You and I both know you're not safe in here. You're Daemon's wife and mother to his children. You renounced the Hightower name and now there is no love between you and Otto. I may not agree with Rhaenyra's claim and her actions, but you were nothing but kind to me my entire life. You raised me while my mother was too busy planning to sit my brother upon the Iron Throne. If there is one thing I do right in my whole life, I want to do right by you, Aunt Alanna. 

Alanna was at a loss for words. She never knew her nephew held her in such a high regard. She smiled kindly kissing his forehead at the same time. 

- Aemond, my darling boy. You mean well but there is no way your mother will let me leave the Red Keep, let alone King's Landing. Besides, any ship I could sail to Dragonstone would sink faster than I could leave the Blackwater Bay. 

- You don't understand. You are leaving King's Landing tonight. I will make sure of that. 

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Night fell quickly casting a deep shadow over the Capital while most of its citizens succumbed to peaceful slumber. It was barely midnight as Alanna awaited Aemond's signal in the closed space of her chamber, still wondering how her young nephew intended to help her leave this hellhole. she had no reason to doubt his intentions, but nevertheless she knew how risky and dangerous it was to escape the most guarded place in all of King's Landing. Clad in her travelling clothes and a black cloak with a hood over her shoulders she awaited her rescue. She was not quite sure as to how she was to outrun the royal guards and every single one of the soldiers guarding her sister and the royal family, but Aemond was right. She was not safe within the walls of the Red Keep and so long as she stayed there, her life remained in danger. The truth was plain and simple. The day she married Daemon and renounced her family name, her life amongst her own kin was doomed. 

Suddenly a quiet knock was heard but it did not come from the door of her chambers. Silently Alanna turned her head and looked to the eastern wall as it opened like a hidden passage carved in stone. At first nobody came in but a second later a familiar set of white hair peeked out of the dark grey hood. 

- We don't have much time. Hurry. 

Without hesitation Alanna grabbed her small travelling bag and flung it over her arm as she followed her nephew into the darkness of the hidden corridors. Aemond held a small torch in his hand, lighting the way while his other hand tightly gripped his aunt's palm. They moved swiftly and silently as if they were mere shadows in the darkness of the secret pathways. Alanna could feel her heart beating out of her chest as she feared every next step she took, but she was determined to get back to her family. The moment her feet stepped out of her chamber she knew there was no turning back. Aemond guided her through the intricate designs of the hidden halls, up and down crooked stone stairs until they reached a point, where Alanna could make out a faint light before her eyes. The lights of King's Landing at night. 

- How do you know these pathways? 

- As much as I don't want to admit it, Aegon's curiosity sometimes pays off - said Aemond almost scoffing his brother's names - These corridors helped us out of trouble on more than one occasion. 

Alanna did not question her nephew any further as they neared the exit leading straight into the city. The lights of the torches were dim from up above but she could easily make out the entire outline of the Capital. Keeping her head down she followed Aemond's footsteps as they descended into the dark alleys of King's Landing. 

- Where to now?

- I have two horses waiting just around the corner. I will take you past the city limits and from there you will have to make your own way through the country. The Velaryon fleet will soon have the Bay surrounded, so it's better if you travel on horseback. 

Alanna only nodded as they made their way towards a back street cloaked in the darkness of the night. As the prince made sure they were not being followed, his aunt realised she would have to make her escape on her own. Taking her hand in his own the King's brother pulled the woman behind him, hiding both of them in the shadows of the Keep. Just as he said, there were two grey horses waiting around the corner, neighing quietly as they stood with their reigns attached to a nearby stool. Alanna quickly made her way to the animal closest to her, swiftly getting on its back with a grace of a seasoned rider. When her nephew reached for the other horse's reigns, she urged her stallion to move in his way.

- I should go alone, Aemond. 

Aemond turned around, looking at his aunt baffled.

- What are you saying?

- You already helped me plenty getting me out of the Keep. If you remain absent from your chambers for too long when they realise I'm gone, they will know you aided my escape. From here I must travel on my own, my sweet prince. 

- But aunt, I...

- I know you didn't mean to kill him - said Alanna, watching as his expression turned sour - but you cannot change the fact, that it happened. Anything that follows this tragic event will prove even more destructive however it is out of your hands. I will forever be grateful for your help tonight Aemond, I swear to you I will never forget your kindness, but now our paths must part. 

The longer the prince looked at his aunt, the more he understood her words and the meaning behind them. They were still on the opposing sides of this war. Alanna would support Rhaenyra and he would support his brother. Family against family. Finally he stepped away from the horse as his lips quirked into a crooked smile. 

- Why must you always be right, Aunt?

- 'Tis because I am older, my darling boy. When you reach my age, you will be just as wise if not wiser. 

The young prince smirked sadly, holding out his hand to grasp his aunt's palm. Lightly he kissed her hand, squeezing it gently as though he was already saying goodbye. 

- Tell Viserra I...

He found himself at a loss for words. During this whole escape planning he almost forgot that Alanna was going back to her family, but at the same time she would be reunited with his love. He knew that upon hearing about his deed Viserra would despise him, but he could not bear that thought alone. Alanna could see on his face how he ached to say all the thing he wished he could tell his lover but couldn't open his mouth to say it. Instead of asking, she just said:

- I will tell her. I promise. 

Aemond smiled sadly, remembering his darling flower. He bowed his head slightly as a sign of gratitude.

- Thank you for loving me when nobody else would. 

- Thank you for letting me love you, my darling boy. 

With those final words Alanna made sure her hood was covering her auburn hair neatly braided to one side as she urged her horse to move out of the shadows of the alley. Aemond silently watched as she rode away into the dimly lit streets of the Capital. 

- I hope I will see you again. 

With his final words the young prince turned around to follow the path they came here back to his rooms. He hoped his aunt would leave the City and find her way back to her family, but he also knew the dangers lurking in the streets. The uncertainty of her escape was killing him from the inside, knowing she was the closest person he could call his mother as his own birth mother decided he was a reckless boy unable to hold his own anger. Maybe Alicent was right, but nevertheless he knew that is Alanna could show him compassion, her sister should be able to do the same for her own child. All there was left to do for the prince is go back to his rooms and hope his plan works out. 

Meanwhile Alanna rode through the empty streets of King's Landing, trying not to capture any attention from the patrolling guards of City Watch or any civilian bystanders. She moved as swiftly as she could guiding the horse through the cobblestoned alleys, keeping a watchful eye out for any member of the royal guard. The first few turns she found herself passing unnoticed by anyone, smoothly riding her hooved companion towards the City's limits. Silence of the night almost undisturbed seemed to be the only witness to her escape or so she thought. 

- Stop in the name of the King!

Out of the blue a group of City Watch men emerged from one of the brothels, their gold cloaks shining in the light of the torches lit over the entrance. Alanna panicked. when she looked back, she saw a familiar face of the knight who tried to force himself upon her one fateful day. Without thinking she spurred the horse, urging him into a gallop just to get away from the guards. Unfortunately for her they were not drunk enough so that they forgot how to ride horseback and a few moments later she heard their screaming behind her as they followed her trace. In the frenzy of her escape attempt she lost her way towards the City gates as she reached a crossroad. behind her she could hear the angry men of the City Watch ready to bring her before their King. In front of her there were two paths. One she did not know where it would lead the, the other had its end at the Dragon Pit. She knew that choosing the second path meant getting further away from the city's limits but choosing the first one meant getting lost and most likely getting caught. In the heat of the moment the princess chose the road she and her husband would follow on many occasions to take Caraxes for a ride, only this time she was riding for her life. She knew there was little chance she would find refuge within the walls of the Dragon Pit, especially with Sunfyre in there, but she had to at least try. She could almost feel her hunter's breath on her neck as she strode through the familiar streets. In the horizon she could almost make out the shape of the Pit, lit brightly all over its majestic walls and sculptures. Time was not her friend as she found herself panting desperately trying to get as far away from her hunters as it was possible. It was the most difficult ride of hr life but when she pictured her family, her darling children, her beloved husband, she knew she had to fight to get back to them. 

Somehow the distance between her and the Dragon Pit started to decrease in size and finally she reached the gates of the dragons' keep. So close and yet so far. She got so distracted with her little victory she did not notice the men of City Watch gaining on her. When she came in sight, on of them pulled out a bow and arrow and aimed at the rider in front of him. Alanna realised she was being shot at the moment the first arrow flew just by her head. She hurried her horse, bowing closer to its neck to avoid the arrows so desperately clinging onto the reigns in her palms. She could almost feel the dragon stench in her nostrils when she crossed the first gate separating the City and the space before the Pit, where dragons landed upon returning to the Capital. Before she could ride any further, she heard her horse whine in agony and then she felt its legs give up, throwing her off its back in the process. One of the arrows reached the poor animal's back leg and it crumbled under the pain, while Alanna was cast aside like a doll. She could feel the scratches on her cheeks and palms begin to ache as she heard the men approaching her from afar. With great effort she stood on her own feet and ran towards the entrance of the Dragon Pit even though she knew she could not outrun the highly trained men of the City Watch. Though her legs wanted to give in, her spirit was too strong to let her give up when she was this close to going back to her family. 

She saw the dragon caretakers emerge from the depth of the Pit shouting random words in High Valyrian, but she could not hear them from afar. Her hair was flowing out of her braid in every direction as she ran desperate to reach the gates, but it seemed too far for her to reach. Alanna was terrified but she did not fear death. That foe she would face with honour and courage the moment she comes for her, but her biggest fear was to never see her family again. To live out her days knowing that out there somewhere her children are growing up motherless and her husband falls back into his rogue ways. Tears brimmed in her blue eyes as she slowly gave up, feeling all her strength leave her exhausted body. She felt the end coming. Next thing she knew she tripped on the rocky road, falling to her knees and screaming in pain. She looked up in the sky, staring into its darkness as the half-moon dimly lit the night. She felt her tears fall down her cheeks as her soon to be captors approached with vile words coming out of their mouths. Alanna closed her eyes and awaited her doom.

- So long, my Dragon. 

She thought those would be her last words ever, for she was ready to welcome death like an old friend, but it never came. Instead, a deafening sound rung in her ears and a loud thud that shook the ground beneath her feet. When she opened her eyes, there was no starry sky above her, only silver scales and giant wings spread wide like a shield from those who wished to harm her. It was a dragon. A great, big silver dragon with snow-like scales and claws sharp as spears who was lashing out at her attackers, swatting them away from the princess the way human would do flies. At first Alanna was too stunned to speak, let alone move in any capacity, but quickly she regained her composure getting back up on her feet. Looking at the majestic beast above her suddenly she recognized the creature protecting her so fiercely. 

- Silverwing. 

Upon hearing its name, the beast turned her majestic head towards Alanna, turning its snout so that she could look at her with her bright blue dragon eye. Alanna wasn't frightened anymore. She felt almost at ease as she reached her hand to touch the pearly white scales of the creature before her. Silverwing did not move an inch waiting for the woman's next move. Alanna wasn't sure as to why she was so calm facing the fearsome dragon of the late Queen Alysanne, but she felt a strange tug tempting her to get closer. She saw Silverwing only once before as a little girl when the Good Queen brought her and her sister to the Dragon Pit, but it was enough for little Alanna to remember the silver gaze of Her Grace's dragon. For just a brief moment she forgot she was being chased, only focusing on the moment shared with the creature. Unfortunately, her attackers got back on their feet, at least those whose life wasn't taken by the dragon standing in the middle of the square and Alanna had to think of a way to get out of the situation she found herself in. It was only a moment when she decided to take the greatest risk of her entire life. Without hesitation she ran towards the dragon's back, putting her hands on its body. Silverwing snapped her head at the woman, eyeing her suspiciously but eventually her gaze seemed to have softened and with a gentle nod she gave her permission. Alanna took a deep breath and just like she did every time she mounted Caraxes with Daemon's help she pushed herself up atop the beast's back, settling in the space where Silverwing's neck and body met. The second she grabbed two spikes growing out of the dragon's neck so that she had something to hold onto Silverwing roared angrily and took off, throwing the men of the City Watch off their feet. The sheer force of winds surrounding the beast almost blew Alanna off dragon back but she held on tightly as if her life depended on it, which it did. So long Silverwing was climbing the air Alanna kept her grip firm and steady but the moment the dragon levelled her flight, the princess let out her breath she did not realise she was holding back. She looked back at the Capital and the lights of the Red Keep slowly becoming smaller in the distance as she felt Silverwing purr almost like a cat beneath her palms. Slowly Alanna bent down as if to hug the dragon, putting her cheek to the creature's warm scaly skin. 

- Kirimvose.

Silverwing hummed again like she was trying to reply, and her unlikely rider just stayed close to her body, hoping the dragon would take her where she wished to be more than anything in the world. 

Home.

***

Daemon Targaryen was fuming with rage. First the Greens imprisoned his wife in the Capital where he could not reach her and now Aemond murdered little Lucerys Velaryon in cold blood and here too there would be no retribution. With Rhaenyra off with Syrax searching for proof of her son's death there was nobody to keep those remaining loyal to the Queen in check as they all felt for her loss and seemed to have forgotten there is a war to win. Without his wife his children were in complete disarray, especially his youngest sons who treated the Queen's children like their own kin. Baelon seemed to have taken the news a little bit better than his sibling but nevertheless Daemon knew this tragedy would take its toll on his eldest son the moment Jaecerys came back from the North. Over the years the two princes became quite close friends, and they felt each other's pain as if it was their own. The second Jaecerys came back to Dragonstone Baelon would stand by his side and be the shoulder he would cry into mourning his younger brother. Meanwhile Daemon could not stand the inaction, the silence slowly killing the morale of Rhaenyra's supporters and her family. He needed to take action, avenge Lucerys and if only just try to rescue his lady wife. 

Walking towards the caves where dragons took their respite within the deep caverns of Dragonstone, he was met with Rhaenys dismounting the Red Queen straight from patrol. 

- Get back. We're going to King's Landing. 

His cousin raised her gaze upon the Rogue Prince as he strutted towards her not stopping for a second. she sighed heavily, shaking her head as she chose to ignore his demands.

- Need I remind you, cousin, I am the only one patrolling the gullet and both Meleys and I need our respite. We're not going anywhere. 

Daemon disregarded Rhaenys's answer, holding out a hand to stop her from going back into the castle. 

- We must act and I need your help. I can't take on that old bitch dragon by myself. 

- Is this the Queen's order?

- The Queen is gone! Flying off Gods know where!

- She needs to see with her own eyes, Daemon. 

- And what if Aemond is still waiting around?

- Then I would pity Aemond.

Daemon slowed down, still breathing heavily with his frustration. He felt helpless against enemy strikes one by one weaking their position. For him it wasn't so much about the fight to retrieve the Iron Throne for Rhaenyra as the rightful heir, as it was about taking revenge on those who would dare harm his family. Without Alanna by his side he was like a child, lost and clueless as to how life could go on. It wasn't hard for Rhaenys to figure out that her cousin missed his wife more than words could tell, but she also knew that if Alanna were there, she would have told him the same thing. 

- I know you miss her. And I know you fear for her life, but you must have faith, cousin. Alanna is strong. She married you after all, if that does not speak to her strength, I would not know what does. She's a Targaryen now. 

- And she's also alone in a keep filled with vicious green vipers circling around her - spat out Daemon feeling his heavy heart take control over his words. 

The prince felt his emotions take over him. He knew he had to remain strong and stern but there wasn't much he could do when the light of life was locked away behind enemy lines. Rhaenys saw it clearly as day that her cousin was terrified for his wife's life, and she could not blame him as Alanna meant for him just as much as Corlys meant to her. 

- She will persevere, Daemon - said Rhaenys gently, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder - But your grief cannot blind your judgement. Rhaenyra is Queen. We are her councillors. It is our duty to wait for her return and further orders for what is to come. 

Before Daemon could reply, one the guards came running from behind panting as if he just ran from the other side of the island. 

- My Prince, we need you outside the castle. There is a dragon sat outside the keep. 

Daemon turned around swiftly, walking to the guard. 

- What do you mean "there is a dragon"? Is it one of our own? Is it the Queen? Sunfyre?

The soldier shook his head adamantly, regaining his breath slowly. 

- No, my Prince. It's white and silver with icy wings. And its rider is neither the Usurper nor prince Aemond. It's a woman. 

Both Rhaenys and Daemon glanced at one another, thinking about only one other possible rider, but the sheer idea of it seemed impossible. 

- What would Helaena be doing here? And since when Dreamfyre had silver scales?

- Only one way to find out, cousin. 

Rhaenys walked past the prince and the guard, heading for the gates of the castle to take a look at the new arrival. Daemon followed suit and right behind him ran the guard who brought the news. all three of them strode quickly through the corridors of Dragonstone, eager to find out what the fuss was all about. Upon reaching the gates and walking outside Rhaenys felt a smile creep on her face as she saw the creature standing vigilant on the rocks near the grand entrance. When Daemon caught up with her, he felt his heart stop. 

- It's Silverwing - said Rhaenys with a childlike tone, reminiscing on the fond memories of her lady grandmother. 

No matter how much of a delight it was for Daemon to see the Good Queen's dragon grace them with their presence, he was much more interested with its rider who was just about to try and dismount the majestic beast. 

- Impossible. 

***

The second Silverwing's claws grazed the rocky shores of Dragonstone, Alanna knew she was home. She was exhausted from the journey and she could feel all her muscles fighting not to give up but she made it and that was all that mattered. Gently she rubbed the dragon's neck, whispering all those little words she heard Daemon speak to Caraxes when he wished to calm his mount. 

- Lykiri, Silverwing. Ilon issi lenton.

Calm down, Silverwing. We are home. 

She saw the guards gathering around them, swords at the ready, but that wasn't the greatest of her concerns. Completely disregarding the Queen's soldiers standing before them Alanna decided to try and figure out how on earth would she get down from Silverwing's back. Somehow the gravity of her situation in King's Landing made the mounting of the dragon much easier than dismounting it seemed to be at that moment. Clumsily Alanna swung her leg back to one side of Silverwing's body, holding on to the spikes sticking out of the creature's shoulder. Fortunately, the dragon noticed her rider's troubles and crouching her massive legs she leaned to one side, making it fairly easy for Alanna to slip down her wing. Having done just that the princess smoothly glided down the silver skin stretched between the creature's bones and landed on the ground, stumbling a little at the end. Quickly Alanna turned around and walked towards Silverwing's snout, holding out both her hands as a sign of gratitude. The dragon gently lowered her head so that Alanna's palms rested flat atop her white and silver scales and her forehead touched her skin. 

- Kirimvose, ñuha raqiros.

Silverwing hummed quietly lightly nuzzling her snout into the princess's hands like a satisfied cat. Meanwhile, three people approached the scene, one looking particularly relieved seeing who came atop that dragon. 

- My love?

No matter where she found herself, Alanna knew she would always recognise that voice.

His voice. 

Quickly, she turned around and there he stood. Proud and gallant in his armour but even from the distance she could see the tears brimming in his eyes. She could barely hold her own as she took a step forward, closing the space between them.

- Daemon.

Her sweet voice was all he needed to hear to know that she was not just another daydream tormenting him once again. In two long strides the Rogue Prince defeated the remaining distance between him and his lady wife and wrapped his arms around her body, burying his face in her shoulder. The second his hands touched her body, Alana cried out in joy, sneaking her arms around his neck and softly weeping into his hair. It has been weeks since she last saw her husband and standing there in his arms she finally felt like home. Missing him turned out to be her worst nightmare but the reunion was cure enough to ease the ache troubling her heart. 

For Daemon being apart from Alanna meant utter torture. Not knowing whether she was safe, dead or alive hunted his dreams since the day they left King's Landing and she stayed behind for her sister. He clawed at her cloaked body, tightly holding her as close as humanly possible as if to make sure that she would not disappear. 

- My love. My light. My life. 

His words were like honey for her ears, sweetly coating the rattled nerves of the princess. She was barely standing on her own feet, not used to such long distances on dragon back and alone, but it was all worth it. Their embrace Rhaenys stood by kindly smiling at the happy couple. she turned her head towards the guard who brought them the news and whispered in his ear. 

- Bring the Prince and Princess's children. They will be glad to see their mother. 

Both Daemon and Alanna barely noticed their surroundings. All they could really see was each other and their arms around one another. Their hearts beat in the same rhythm, breath united in the same pace, once again they became one. Daemon could not hold back as he back away only far enough so he could look at his wife's face, cupping her scratched cheek in hi palm. Taking a better look at her face he felt his blood boiling at the thought of his precious princess going through any sort of pain. Before he could even ask who was responsible for the bloody marks on her cheeks, Alanna grabbed his face in her own hands and smashed her lips against his own, moaning quietly in turn. In that moment Daemon lost all control once he felt the sweetness of her lips, one hand desperately grabbing at her waist, the other holding her neck uncharacteristically gently for him. The kiss they shared after months of separation was like taking the first breath after emerging from wild waters of the raging sea. Feeling Alanna's body tremble under his touch drove Daemon crazy as he relished in the taste of he sweet lips and she was not staying behind. Kissing him just as fervently as her husband, the princess weaved her fingers through his hair, trying to bring him even closer than he already was. It was no secret that Daemon and Alanna shared a passionate love, one that grew stronger over the years they longed for each other and every time their lips met it was like that first kiss, they shared upon his return from the Stepstones. Much like that reunion this one was even more emotional seeing as this time it was Daemon fearing for his beloved wife's life. They would have stayed tangled in each other’s arms forever if it wasn't for the familiar voices screaming at them from afar.

- Mother!

- Mama! Mama is back!

- Come Viserys, it's Mother!

Alanna instinctively pulled away from the kiss looking over Daemon's shoulder and behind her husband she saw all five of her children running towards her from the grand gate of Dragonstone.  Seeing her darling sons and daughter she felt like a stone was removed from her shoulders. While she flew atop Silverwing's back she kept praying and hoping the boy Aemond mentioned was not one of her sons. She prayed that the Gods save her children and keep them safe from any foul acts. For a moment she looked at her beloved husband, running her hand over his cheek which he gently took in his palms and kissed it gazing at her with such devotion she could crumble right there in his arms. Despite the longing she felt for her husband, Alanna turned her head towards her children crouching down with open arms witing to greet them properly.

- Mother!

The first ones to get to her were the younger twins, Viserys and Alyssa, both equally tearful and grateful to see their mother safe and sound and most importantly back home. Both children wrapped their small arms around her form, hugging her as tightly as they could with their twelve years old strength. 

- Oh, my darlings, how I've missed you! I've missed so, so much. My sweet Alyssa! My precious Viserys! Oh, my loves!

Alanna's voice was breaking with each word, but she could not care less. She felt more alive than she ever remembered holding her youngest children in her embrace. Daemon kneeled next to his wife and their youngest twins, gently prying Viserys and Alyssa from their mother, so that their siblings could get the chance to greet her properly. The moment he took them in his arms, Aerys and Aenar got to Alanna, falling to their knees before her and throwing their arms around her neck. 

- Mama, we thought you were gone for good - said Aerys inhaling the familiar scent of Alanna's hair as both him and his brother hugged her tightly.

- We were so worried, Mother. We thought they hurt you or...

- I am right here, my darling boys. I am right here and I'm not going anywhere - replied Alanna interrupting Aenar's sentiment and just saying a silent grace in her mind, thanking the Gods for keeping her boys safe and alive. 

The elder twins kept tugging at their mother's arms, grasping at her as if she would disappear again but then Daemon intervened again, knowing that there was one more person dying to see his beloved wife. With one arm over his youngest shoulders and his daughter sitting in his lap he reached his ither hand to bring the older boys to his side while he watched his wife stand to her feet looking at the young dashing man in before her. 

- Mother. 

Prince Baelon tried holding back the tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes, the same ones he inherited from his beloved mother as he stood in front of her unable to move a muscle. He was trying to remain strong and steady for his siblings but even Prince Daemon's heir had his limits. And clearly, so had Alanna. Slowly she opened her arms, looking at her firstborn son with tears streaming down her cheeks freely. 

- My brave Prince. 

Baelon broke down crying like a little boy when he ran to his mother, wrapping his strong arms around her body and burying his face in her neck. Alanna wept with her eldest son, clawing at him as to make sure that she was not imagining. He was right there with her safe and sound, unharmed, no wounds and no scratches in his perfect face. Baelon could not hold his own, shaking in his mother's arms like a lost infant but he could not care less. All that mattered was that his mother was safe and back where she belonged. Both his and Alanna's legs gave up beneath them and they kneeled remaining in the tight embrace, crying into each other's shoulders. Soon enough they both felt five pairs of arms wrapping around them as the rest of their family joined them. The youngest, Viserys and Alyssa found their way between Baelon and their mother, squeezing in just so they could get closer to Alanna's body. The middle twins, Aerys and Aenar threw their arms over their older brother and mother almost like a circle of protection and Daemon followed suit, taking his entire family in his embrace. Somehow between his firstborn clutching Alanna's body the prince managed to touch his forehead with his wife's, that small gesture meaning more to them than any other touch. 

Finally, they were back together, safe and away from harm. 

Little Alyssa was safe. 

Curious Viserys was safe. 

Daring Aerys was safe. 

Dashing Aenar was safe. 

Brave Baelon was safe. 

And her darling Daemon was safe too. 

Now, Alanna Targaryen could finally rest.

[sadomarxist]

"this guy has been involved in every single transmisogynist pedojacketing campaign of the last half a decade on this website" babe tf are you talking abt he didn't ever had shit to do in the worst and most recent actual transmisogynist site harrasment which is the avewy one

He literally all he has done is deffend himself from crackers mad he didn't deffend the racist past of a shitty ms paint comic or literal zionists mad he said nigga as a black person and didn't support genocide and white cis men that literally stalked and sexually harrased him and mocked his csa and Actually posted him first on KF to instigate racist transphobic harrasment.

This whole ass recent shit started because your 4tranner mutual was acusing him of using KF using the same ooc screenshot from his racist stalker after she was @ing him acusing him of getting off to real CP over tyler having shit takes about shota as a child and trying to add him to a GC and pedojacketing him as a black trans person as revenge while she was having a psychotic episode calling everyone nazi pedophiles when tyler spoke back at her shit

Funfact! You can be a TMA person and live outside USA and STILL be rancid racist scum <3

[ptieuca]

buffy + angel's cross

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[trashlie]

ILY FP 258

I can't believe we're actually passed episode 250 lmao I Love Yoo is truly the never ending story (affectionate). I appreciate how much of the story we really get to dig into at this pace and while I know a lot of people have long-since dropped it, I imagine the rest of us (those reading this post because why else are you here?) also appreciate it. And that's what is even more refreshing about this episode - if refreshing is even a word we can use to describe it. Getting the extra scenes from other characters, a look at their lives and from these glimpses, what we can glean in the unsaid between the lines.

Can you believe I used to prey on Kousuke's downfall? There's so many posts of me talking about him from a different view, believing that the only way he could grow and develop and make the changes necessary to make him a better person was for him to crash and burn, to fail so significantly that he would be forced to pen his eyes to reality. But here we are, me, fervently swaddling him up like a baby and shoving him into my pocket because GOD he needs to be protected.

I don't even remember when it was, that my view on him began to shift, when I went from "he's interesting but awful" to "GOD THIS IS MY SON AND I WILL FIGHT EVERYONE YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME" but.... lol there's no going back!

That's enough rambling, let's jump in.

There is something so painfully devastating about every time ILY confirms to us something we have long-since known or suspected through nuance, foreshadowing, reading between the lines, etc: That Kousuke isn't Rand's biological son, that Shinae was at the formal for Gun Kim, that Kousuke has been manipulated his whole life. Nothing in this episode regarding Kousuke is actually new to us. We have known, and talked about, for months and months long before the confirmation reveal that Yui drugs Kousuke - that he has been manipulated by her his entire life, that she orchestrated his life to manipulate him into situations she could take advantage of. It's the way she spoke about Rand's affair around Kousuke, the way she commodified Rand's love so Kousuke became convinced he'd never earned his father's love, the way she spoke of their family vs others and convinced him from such a young age that everyone was out to get them, to destroy them, and that he couldn't let them get close, couldn't let them near - and how Nol was very much a target planted in his mind.

But it's the fact that he is speaking of this and acknowledging it! Until now, Kousuke has heavily lived in denial. Again, we know this. We talk a lot about the chasm between reality and the reality he believes in. We talk a lot about how Kousuke couldn't face reality, even though on some level he knew everything he believed and was told was not quite true not quite real, but that he was so afraid of the truth, he couldn't do it. Kousuke admitting that he's been driven by fear and envy explains everything about him, and why he could not accept the only unwavering unconditional love he was offered.

A few weeks ago I saw a video on instagram of this father talking about a conversation he had with his daughter, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with her friend group. A new girl started to play with her and her best friend and she said she wasn't exactly jealous, but that maybe it was that she was afraid that there wasn't enough love to go around. Her dad had to explain to her that love is not like a pizza - it's not finite, a limited amount that could be taken and hogged by someone else. But Kousuke never learned this. His father's love was commodified and he was made to fear this other kid who he mistakenly believed knew a version of his father he'd never been privy to. He never learned that love is finite, that Rand could have enough love for the both of them, and feared that Nol would hog it all - that he WAS hogging it all because whether or not it was good or bad, Nol received more attention that Kousuke did. And that speaks VOLUMES about how Kousuke sees Rand, what he thinks of their relationship. In his mind, he is still unworthy, that he's not noteworthy enough.

This part gets to me so badly. We, as omniscient readers, know that Rand has tried his best, but that Yui runs a spectacular interference with which he can't compete, largely because of the roles their family have placed them in - Rand the busy businessman, Yui the mommy homemaker. But no matter how hard he tries, it isn't good enough. Rand tries to reach Kousuke, but the manipulation and paranoia are so far gone that the times Rand does have the chance to convey his feelings, Kousuke can't even believe it, because he thinks he's not good enough to deserve that love, that he hasn't fully qualified for it yet. And despite that, Nol, who Kousuke feels hasn't done half of what he has to deserve Rand's love, gets the attention. It doesn't matter that it's negative attention, that Rand barks at Nol, that Nol feels Rand hates and regrets him, because ultimately, it's still more than Kousuke receives. And worse, to him, every time Rand is busy reprimanding Nol, he turns away from Kousuke to do it.

I want to make it clear that this is a deep trauma point of Kousuke's. He's never learned healthy love and the only person who gave him healthy love was someone he was set to fear and fight. Something I think about a lot is the flashback to Kousuke, in the bushes, watching Nessa and Nol's display of warm affection, before Yui appears literally looming before him. In that moment, he witnesses something he's been deprived of. "We're not like other families"'. He's told from a young age he shouldn't compare himself to those healthy families, to warm and affectionate relationships that he will not cultivate in this household. From such a young age it is normalized, that they aren't like others, that they are cold and distant. From a young age, he's made to stuff down his feelings, his tender wants and desires, in order to earn them. To be a good little boy who makes his parents proud. To make his father look his way.

There's also something about the way he says "I've been a good boy" that echoes Shinae learning she's been manipulated by Yui, devastated and angry and yelling about how she's been a good girl so why do these things keep happening to her, all she wanted to do was help her dad. Two people who, from a young age, felt they had to be so obedient, so good, to not be a burden, and despite following the rules, despite doing as they were told, despite trying to be whatever version of "good" they believed in, the world still beat them up and mistreated them. The world still punished them.

As Rin in our discord server pointed out, though, to some degree, Kousuke is very much a person who can - and does - act out, when he's emotionally high-strung. He's a volatile man, and it's largely to do with the fact that he's been drugged to placate him for so long. He never learned emotional regulation, he never learned how to deal with high-stress situations or to face conflict or to own up to things. This is something that some readers who hate Kousuke and expect him to act a certain way because of his age are missing. You don't just learn these things with age. You learn them with experience and Kousuke was deprived of the opportunity TO have those experiences. He never had to learn these behaviors, and now as an adult he cannot function when overwhelmed.

Idk this whole episode is just heartbreaking. It's devastating. I remember when I was someone praying on Kousuke's downfall and now I want to take it all back ;___; I always believed he had to crash and burn to be able to see the world for what it really was and to face his fears, but this is somehow so much worse.

And even though he's drunk, I don't think he's going to forget all of this in the morning. Rather, I think what he's voicing are things that have been plaguing him since waking up in the hospital. From that moment, we saw him wary and distrustful of his mother, we saw his concern for Nol rising above everything else, but grappling with the understanding that he doesn't deserve to stand in front of Nol anymore. These aren't epiphanies coming to him just because he's drunk; it's more like he's only voicing them because he's drunk. But even when he sobers up, he will probably still be haunted by these fears, these agonies, these truths, this understanding.

How does he face his mother after this? How does he face anyone? He may not even feel like he can trust Jayce - who while very kind to him, is still employed by his family. He may not even feel like he can trust Hansuke (though I really hope that's not the case).

He's so miserable and it genuinely hurts to have him lay it all out for us - everything we've known and suspected, like how it was so painfully clear he WANTED Nol's friendship, their brotherhood, but feared it, didn't believe that there was enough love to go around, that there could only be one of them and that even if it was for good or bad reasons, Nol cast him in the shadow. And all these years, watching as Nol, as Yeonggi, grew into this person who sounded so very much like this unknown version of their father, someone funny who makes others laugh, someone goofy, someone so boyish in the ways Kousuke was never allowed to be. Watching as he gathers friends, while Kousuke, so unlikeable, is wanted only for his money, for his status, for the clout.

He doesn't even know WHO HE IS! Questioning his own traits he's believed of himself, wondering if this is even him, if these parts of him are real or does he just act it, say it, pretend it, while trying to fulfill a role he was shoved into. That makes me feel SO deeply sad, because it's something I've been anticipating for so long: Kousuke wondering WHO he really is, how much of him is real and how much of it is the result of manipulation.

And that moment that he catches himself and says no no that's offensive and rude you can't be like that. ;AAA;

For him to admit how much he envies others, how much he craves the kind of connection others have, the kind of family others have, to feel that love and warmth that he's been deprived of, forced to endure this solitude because, as he believes, he didn't get the good parts of Rand. And what will happen when he learns that Rand isn't his father? That he never stood a chance to inherit any of those traits. Kousuke has operated on this belief that, if he tries hard enough, he can earn the things he craves, but I fear learning about his parenthood will make him think that no matter how hard he tried, he would never earn that, because none of it was ever him, could have gone to him.

I think this is where Shinae, in the future, will come in. I feel so very strongly that she will be someone who helps Kousuke to see that this isn't true, that these kinds of personality traits aren't something inherited, but rather something learned. For him to one day realize it's the paralyzing fear that holds him back, not his genetics. Of course, I acknowledge this will still take a lot of therapy but...

Something else very remarkable to me is the way Kousuke recognizes Shinae in Shinhye, because their eyes "feel the same" and he opens up to her - on some level, whether or not he is consciously aware of it, Kousuke knows, or maybe just wants to, that he can trust Shinae. That she is someone who is safe. He even knows how she feels about his mother. I don't think we'll see a lot of Kousuke and Shinae's friendship until we're passed our timeskips, but it makes me feel a little hopeful about it, that she'll be able to reach him, because she feels like someone who is safe. It's the way he sees Nol in her and wants to try to have that do over, a relationship with someone who  has unconditional love for him. It's the way he knows he mistreated Nol, that it was wrong, that he took it all out on this kid he was so afraid of because he had no other outlet, and he wants to do better but knows that there's nothing to salvage anymore.

But also, it just makes me hope more and more that in the future we WILL see a reconciliation between the brothers. As I say every time, it doesn't mean they have to become brothers or friends, but I just want them to see each other fully. Kousuke knows what he did to Nol. He doesn't deny it, even if he might not say it out loud unless he's drunk. But Nol is still so in the dark. Yujing is trying to tip him off and make him aware of it, but I hope one day when Nol realizes it, when he finds out that Kousuke, too, was Yui's victim, that he wasn't the only one, that Kousuke was made to fear Nol's love, he might.... understand. I'm saying understand here loosely because I don't want people to get the idea that I mean Nol will forgive him and Kousuke will be justified, but rather that Nol would be able to understand why Kousuke felt that way, and move on. But I can't help but hope that it will lead to an understanding, a reconciliation, where maybe they can try to be in each other's lives.

I think it's also interesting that Shinhye was somewhat honest, even if she wasn't very forthcoming, with Kousuke about her own family. It sounds like her mother has been gone for a long time, that she's been on her own the whole while, and I think it reinforces the idea that she believes both that Simhan is her father and that he rejected her, that he didn't want anything to do with her. It lines up, too, with how she feels that he wouldn't react well if he saw her (although I think she credited that to looking like their mother). In the same way that Shinae has felt abandoned and cast aside by their mother, Shinhye probably thinks their father never tried reach out, to find them, to maintain a relationship with her. Or perhaps it's that her mother fed her lies about him, made her believe him a different type of man, made her believe there would never be anything of their relationship to salvage. And given that she's the one who Kousuke opened to, it makes me think that there must be some kind of parallel there; the way she mentioned her own mother feels like maybe her mother, too, was a manipulative - or at the very least, dishonest - person.

I don't speculate a lot on Shinhye because frankly I don't think I know enough about her to really try to talk about her, but I do think that it's very likely there's some kind of connection between Shinhye and the Hirahras or Gun. To be clear, I don't believe she's working with Yui at all. I think it's more like... Alyssa isn't the only girl who has been trafficked by Gun. What's the likelihood that Shinae and Shinhye's mother was? Given her history, the gambling addiction that was so egregious her reputation haunted Shinae and chased her to a new neighborhood and school, was she seeking money somewhere else, somewhere more dangerous? Is that part of why they had to change their name? There's so many questions left about them, and I look forward to learning more about her, but, much like with Alyssa, I think it will take time and be dropped in little tidbits like this - things to read into and try to glean something from.

And maybe we'll see more of this duo in the future? It would feel a little weird to give them this one single run in, but I'm not entirely sure. Quimchee likes to keep us on our toes. After all, Minhyuk and Shinhye have also had only the one run in. Still, I think it would be interesting to watch, if Shinhye ever felt.... I want to say maybe compelled? to dig in more to Kousuke, ever feel a kind of kinship. I don't think she'll open up to him at all, but rather, maybe she'd keep going back because a. he's wealthy and there's more she can nick from him (assuming he doesn't realize she stole anything while in his apartment, if he even remembers any of this) and b. wanting to gather more intel.

Like I said though, she's hard to read so I don't want to cling too hard to any ideas and, instead, sit back and enjoy the show.

[yeahbumbleby]

nothing broke me more in yesterday's episode than realizing that the only reason why ruby doesn't describe weiss to little when looking for blake and yang simply is because she thinks weiss made it to vacuo. girlie already racking up seven different kinds of breakdowns and she doesn't even know her best friend's presence on the island is going to introduce a brand new one... please pray for ruby rose because she's about to eat dust this volume

[krysmcscience]

Saw this prompt for incorrect OC quotes and couldn't resist with a bunch of my Breach goobers. Some of them would absolutely say these things word for word in canon if I gave them half the chance to, though. XD

They're in order of when they showed up in person - Qīng, Ghost, Red, Marisol, Shio, Cam, Daruk, Tawoos, and Alondra - as well as some important honorable mentions who have only been mentioned or gotten dialogue - Star, Blake, and Creation.

Star's design is a slight spoiler, I suppose, but it doesn't reveal if they're human or impostor, so it's all good. Creation's "design" also isn't a spoiler at all, because They can look however They want, LOL. As for Shio...some of you who have seen the body horror I've done of them may be wondering why they look so normal here, but I promise there are Reasons. :3c

In other news, will I be making a liar out of Shio in an upcoming Breach canon divergence? ..........Maybe~ >:3c

[heartshattering]

5 AM

Just me and my overactive mind facing the nighttime again 🙃

[timeforsomethrillingheroicsblog]

caught the thinking about jack shephard disease again

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[elliesbelle]

lol