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[mazeyphaedra]

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[dim20-stims]

plug strutt stimboard? :3

"Dying tomorrow, it's a pleasure."

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" You know, I was gonna be a hero about it... But it's nice to not have to be. "

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Ronnie Kwan !

[as8bakwthesage]

When I tell you this was cool as fuck, I mean this was cool as fuck

[roryparis]

see that post was originally like i’m a terrible television lover i would’ve loved shadowhunters if 12 year old me did not imprint on cassandra clare’s the mortal instruments and infernal devices series but then like whenever the topic of shadowhunters comes up in my brain i quickly got distracted thinking about all the reasons i despise the show

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Rating asoiaf characters based on how likely they are to use pocket sand:

Jon Snow - my hot take is that people are very delusional and wrong about Jon. It’s not that he’s too “honorable” or “good” to use pocket sand in a fight coz he’s definitely not above using dirty tricks. But you gotta ask, which Jon is it? Agot-acok!Jon is def not using pocket sand because he thinks it’s dishonorable and a coward’s weapon. Asos!Jon is 8/10 gonna use pocket sand because fuq honor. Adwd and beyond!Jon is 0/10….he’s got something far more devious in his pockets - broken shards of glass.

Dany - yeah she’s using it, 7/10. She’s a smart girl. Like her actions in Astapor and Meereen show that she’s not above using dirty tricks to get ahead. Now how much pocket sand is she willing to use and against who? That’s the question…I can see her hesitating if her opponent is a small child.

Arya - for sure using pocket sand 10/10. There’s no denying it. She’s actually studied which types of sand are the best suited for different situations. But she’s quick enough that people don’t know what happened until she’s far away.

Bran - he doesn’t even know what pocket sand is so 0/10

Sansa - she knows what pocket sand is but she’s usually not willing to use it because it gets her clothes and hands dirty. If she’s really pushed…maybe? 2/10 but she’d gladly watch someone else do it

Robb - oh 20/10 using it no doubt. He’s been pushing Jon to get on the pocket sand trend for years to no avail

Theon - went with Robb to the pocket sand factory for a boys’ date out. 20/10 using it and with RELISH

Ned Stark - knows what pocket sand is, is unwilling to use it himself, but will turn the other way when he sees his buddy whip it out 0/10

Cat - yeah she’s using it, I’m not willing to debate over this 10/10

Davos - um yeah 10/10 using it….look sometimes you have to use all the tools available to you to survive

Jaime - trick question because which Jaime? Pre-hand chop Jaime? Won’t use it on principle. It’s cowardly and stupid. Post-hand chop Jaime? Yeah….he’s using it because he has to so 8/10

Brienne - look she doesn’t want to use it, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 6/10

Pod - *confused* “why would anyone carry sand in their pockets to a fight?” 0/10

Howland Reed - was actually the one who invented the best sand for it and is mass producing it. Probably used it to defeat Arthur Dayne 100/10

Meera - come on, she’s swamp person and howland’s kid so 20/10 using pocket sand

Bronn - involved in an MLM to sell pocket sand 100/10

Tyrion - the one who founded the MLM and recruited Bronn so 200/10

[nyc-looks]

Edgar, 40

“I’m wearing a long yellow dress with a hood I got from thrifting. My long turquoise chrome jacket is from Shein, my oversized glasses are from thrifting and my black oversized sneakers with metal hardware are from ASOS. I feel like my style inspirations are Jem and The Holograms, Elvira, The X-Men, and Wednesday Adams.”

Mar 31, 2024 ∙ Upper West Side

[amaltheas-garden]

nothing will ever convince me sansan shippers actually like Sansa, and I get especially peeved when people act like its already canon and that Jonsas are the problem for wanting her to be with a guy who is nice. The bar is in hell.

"And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf." -Arya XIII, ASoS

"If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us." -Jon V, ASoS

[ai-manre]

Hang on king, a true warrior queen is coming

The strength he admires:

Val stood on the platform as still as if she had been carved of salt. She will not weep nor look away. Jon wondered what Ygritte would have done in her place. The women are the strong ones. - Jon III ADWD

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon's long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. - Dany IX ADWD

The shared loneliness:

Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. - Jon V ASOS

She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone. - Dany VII ADWD

Lonely lovely lethal:

All the same, the wildling princess was not beloved of her gaolers. She scorned them all as "kneelers," and had thrice attempted to escape. When one man-at-arms grew careless in her presence she had snatched his dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the neck. Another inch to the left and he might have died. Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. - Jon III ADWD

Xaro took another bite, chewed, swallowed. "Daenerys, sweet queen, I cannot tell you what pleasure it gives me to bask once more in your presence. A child departed Qarth, as lost as she was lovely. I feared she was sailing to her doom, yet now I find her here enthroned, mistress of an ancient city, surrounded by a mighty host that she raised up out of dreams." - Dany III ADWD

Silver hair:

Beyond, the haunted forest waited, dark and silent. The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet." - Jon VIII ADWD

Dany's skin was flushed and pink when she climbed from the tub. Jhiqui laid her down to oil her body and scrape the dirt from her pores. Afterward Irri sprinkled her with spiceflower and cinnamon. While Doreah brushed her hair until it shone like spun silver, she thought about the moon, and eggs, and dragons. - Dany III AGOT

Wish for a dragon/wish for a rider:

We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three. - Jon VIII ASOS

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters. - Dany VI ASOS

Wishing for a dragon/wishing for someone to love a dragon:

"The Lysene pirate? Some say he has returned to his old haunts, this is so. And Lord Redwyne's war fleet creeps through the Broken Arm as well. On its way home, no doubt. But these men and their ships are well-known to us. No, these other sails … from farther east, perhaps … one hears queer talk of dragons."

Jon: "Would that we had one here. A dragon might warm things up a bit." - Jon IX ADWD

She was the blood of the dragon. She could kill the Sons of the Harpy, and the sons of the sons, and the sons of the sons of the sons. But a dragon could not feed a hungry child nor help a dying woman's pain. And who would ever dare to love a dragon? - Dany II ADWD

Shared prayers

Gods of the wood, grant me the strength to do the same, Jon Snow prayed silently. Give me the wisdom to know what must be done and the courage to do it. - Jon VII ADWD

Gods, she prayed, you took Khal Drogo, who was my sun-and-stars. You took our valiant son before he drew a breath. You have had your blood of me. Help me now, I pray you. Give me the wisdom to see the path ahead and the strength to do what I must to keep my children safe. - Dany V ADWD

Winter rose/flowers instead of violence:

If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens [...]

Ygritte: "Then I'd push him in a stream or throw a bucket o' water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn't smell sweet like flowers."

Jon: "What's wrong with flowers?" - Jon V ASOS

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . . - Dany IV ADWD

"No heads," Dany insisted. "Once you brought me flowers." - Dany VII ADWD

Ruler of ruins:

He stalked across the yard, into the teeth of that wind. His cloak flapped loudly from his shoulders. Ghost came after. Where am I going? What am I doing? Castle Black was still and silent, its halls and towers dark. My seat, Jon Snow reflected. My hall, my home, my command. A ruin. - Jon VI ADWD

I am queen over a city built on dust and death. - Dany I ADWD

Turned off by their crushes due to violence against innocent:

"North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago." This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. "Princess Shireen is the queen's only child." - Jon XI ADWD

Daario: "Better the butcher than the meat. All kings are butchers. Are queens so different?"

Dany: "This queen is." - Dany IV ADWD

Compassion and desire to save an entire people:

"Thousands of enemies. Thousands of wildlings."

Thousands of people, Jon thought. Men, women, children. Anger rose inside him, but when he spoke his voice was quiet and cold. - Jon VIII ADWD

"When Aegon the Dragon stepped ashore in Westeros, the kings of Vale and Rock and Reach did not rush to hand him their crowns. If you mean to sit his Iron Throne, you must win it as he did, with steel and dragonfire. And that will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done."

Blood and fire, thought Dany. The words of House Targaryen. She had known them all her life. "The blood of my enemies I will shed gladly. The blood of innocents is another matter. Eight thousand Unsullied they would offer me. Eight thousand dead babes. Eight thousand strangled dogs." - Dany II ASOS

Warrior princess:

Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her. - Jon XI ADWD

Dany mounted her silver. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest. She felt desperately afraid. Was this what my brother would have done? She wondered if Prince Rhaegar had been this anxious when he saw the Usurper's host formed up across the Trident with all their banners floating on the wind. She stood in her stirrups and raised the harpy's fingers above her head for all the Unsullied to see. "IT IS DONE!" she cried at the top of her lungs. "YOU ARE MINE!" She gave the mare her heels and galloped along the first rank, holding the fingers high. "YOU ARE THE DRAGON'S NOW! YOU'RE BOUGHT AND PAID FOR! IT IS DONE! IT IS DONE!" - Dany III ASOS

No one was calling her Daenerys the Conqueror yet, but perhaps they would. Aegon the Conqueror had won Westeros with three dragons, but she had taken Meereen with sewer rats and a wooden cock, in less than a day. - Dany VI ADWD

A coppersmith had fashioned her a suit of burnished rings to wear to war. She accepted it with fulsome thanks; it was lovely to behold, and all that burnished copper would flash prettily in the sun, though if actual battle threatened, she would sooner be clad in steel. Even a young girl who knew nothing of the ways of war knew that. - Dany I ADWD

Ten years ago I would have sensed what Daenerys meant to do. Ten years ago I would have been quick enough to stop her. Instead he had stood befuddled as she leapt into the pit, shouting her name, then running uselessly after her across the scarlet sands. - The Queensguard ADWD

Wildling/no southron lady:

"And yes, I will take your women too. I have no need of blushing maidens looking to be protected, but I will take as many spearwives as will come." - Jon V ADWD

The carcass was too heavy for him to bear back to his lair, so Drogon consumed his kill there, tearing at the charred flesh as the grasses burned around them, the air thick with drifting smoke and the smell of burnt horsehair. Dany, starved, slid off his back and ate with him, ripping chunks of smoking meat from the dead horse with bare, burned hands. In Meereen I was a queen in silk, nibbling on stuffed dates and honeyed lamb, she remembered. What would my noble husband think if he could see me now? Hizdahr would be horrified, no doubt. But Daario … Daario would laugh, carve off a hunk of horsemeat with his arakh, and squat down to eat beside her. - Dany XI ADWD

Shared pet plays!

Jon squatted to let the direwolf close his jaws around his wrist, tugging his hand back and forth. It was a game they played. But when he glanced up, he saw Ygritte watching with eyes as wide and white as hen's eggs. - Jon VI ACOK

Drogon looped his neck around to nip at her hand. His teeth were very sharp, but he never broke her skin when they played like this. Dany laughed, and rolled him back and forth until he roared, his tail lashing like a whip. It is longer than it was, she saw, and tomorrow it will be longer still. - Dany IV ASOS

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That's my girl

John Dory x reader part 2/2

Summary: John Dory shows up out of nowhere (again), but with that he brings trouble, the trouble of the mind and the heart.

Words: 2582

Warnings: too much fluff, it hurts- also still no color coding cuz I'm lazy and when I'm writing this its almost midnight.

A/N: welp, this is longer than my usual. Yeah this is part 2 to a thing that honestly wasn't supposed to be in parts, but new years was banging so you know I had to. Little Thing, if the caterpillar snail confuses you, imagine a motor bike, I tried to word it better: but some things are just not made to make sense. Aso don't judge the gif choice man, desperate times come for desperate measures. I forgot to add tags again 😔

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For a while, you kept your distance again. Wondering how this all happened. How everything went downhill for you so fast. Now that you have the house to yourself you now have a lot of dead air to think about. (Your dad’s not dead, he just wanted to seek a path in white water rafting. Whatever that means.)

You silently read an old scrapbook, it was your favorite genre and you loved just sitting down and getting to the end. Especially on rainy days like these. Right as you got to the climax there was a knock on the door. Admittedly you aggressively rolled your eyes.

You closed the book and set it aside, who's knocking at this hour? Right before midnight? Your book needs reading! your fish needs walking! You don’t have a fish, you're just irritated, you can’t read your book. As you closed in on the door you stopped. What if it’s an intruder? Or worse, a monster who suddenly gained the sentience to knock! You would never know until-

“Buttercup?” John Dory’s voice shakes through the door, There’s faster knocking. “It's cold out here!”

You've never opened a door so fast in your life.

As soon as John made it inside you glared hard at him. You wanted to scold him but your silent anger was getting nowhere. He was too busy admiring the inside of your home. Then his eyes landed on you.

You breathed heavily, walking over to grab your book and then walking back to him. He gave you the same dumb, doe-eyed look he always does when he's gotten himself in a bit of trouble. You gently slapped the book on his stomach then walked to put it on the shelf. His quiet shocked laugh brought you back to the center.

You pointed for him to sit and quickly made him some hot cocoa perfect for the season. You walked over and sat next to him. Handing him the glass. “Thanks Buttercup. You mean the world to me.” He chugged the hot cocoa, just fast enough to not catch the break in your calmness traded for bashfulness.

When you calm back down, you cross your arms. Your nose flaring and your lip pouting. John looks you in the eyes, his lips pursing as he thought about a good response. “Can you blame me? You have me wrapped around your finger.” He says playfully.

Your eyebrow raises. You don’t flinch or retreat. You narrow your eyes at him. His grin falls as he catches your unwavering worry. “I uh. I just missed you. It’s been a week and I wanted to see you. At least once.” When you didn’t accept that as an answer he got a little frustrated. “I know that isn't a good excuse but what do you want from me? To let the one person I've had close in years just drop out like that?”

Your other eyebrow raised, silently asking if he was okay. Then in a moment you caught his cockiness slip. That's when you knew something was wrong. You leaned forward and looked into his eyes ruffling his hair to gain his attention. His eyes met yours and it didn't take him long to pull out a vinyl. “It's the only way I could talk about my feelings to you without being a coward.” he blushed deeply. You cock your eyebrow again then roll your eyes. You stood up and went to put it on your record player.

(feel free to listen then move on or not listen at all)

As the song plays, you listen to the lyrics, your back to John as you listen to the words. His soft voice played on the track and you could almost hear the sweat dripping from his forehead. You were too focused on the lyrics to even look at him.

Your skin, oh, yeah, your skin and bones.

Turn into something beautiful

You know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so.

Then it clicked. This wasn't him just showing you a brozone song. No, no heaven knows you listened to Brozone’s music and it's nothing like this. This is gentle and soft. Not throw yourself into a dance song, but that's what you wanted to do. Take his hand and gently dance with him.

However, when you realize that's wanted, the song is already over. You took a while to realize it, but what had transpired wasn't platonic. Not anymore. It was the bridge that led two ways. You just had to figure out which was which.

“Yeah-” John’s voice cuts you free from your mind. “It's not much, it's kind of rushed. Is that weird? That you were gone for a week and I realized I…I can't even say it out loud. I'm…interested. In you. I wanted to see if you wanted to see where this was going.”

You turn around finally, your hand covering your mouth and your otheraying across your stomach. You wondered how you probably looked crazy, but you didn't care. At least not until he pointed out what should have been obvious. You were crying.

“Buttercup! I didn't mean, oh shoot I didn't think that I'd- I'm sorry I take it back!” He gently began panicking. The pacing panic. You wiped your face and looked at your hands, sure enough you were crying. You shook your head, unsure how to tell him that you were okay, just moved by the fact he'd write a song for you.

He took that as rejection and frowned. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it. It's okay. I understand.” he was about to turn around when you grabbed his arm. Damning your inability to speak. You looked around for a piece of pen and paper. However, there was nothing. (you were not writing in your precious book.)

You were scrambling, trying to communicate, but you were only tearing up and crying more. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. Your eyes watery and your nose red and puffy. He looked away then looked at you. “I am so confused right now.” JD squeezed your hand in return.

You did the unexpected. In a fit of confused, misguided, and intolerant anger. You grabbed his face and kissed him. Right then and there. When you pulled away your eyes were wide and so were his. You were about to move away when he just pulled you back in for another kiss.

The second kiss is more sweet and dedicated than the first, your hands moving to gently press into his chest. His hands gently held your head and waist as if you were to fall. It made you feel safe.

Then you both pulled away relaxing into your spots across from each other and your face turned beet red again. How dare he need that good of a kisser? you were just proving a point and now you're the one wrapped around his finger. You try to look away but with his hand snugly holding your head, you couldn't physically do so.

In silence, John Dory’s smile grew from a smirk to a dopey grin. You felt a wave of embarrassment pass through you. “Sweet mother of all things Trolly! You never cease to surprise me Buttercup!” he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, spinning you around as you giggled very softly again. He then pulled you in for a hug. “I'm glad you feel the same. You don't know how much it means to me.”

You guys stayed in a hug for a while. He was holding you so tight that it felt like he'd never let go, ever. Then you got an idea. You pulled away first, and that admittedly made him confused. You walked to the record player and played his song again. Offering him your hand.

He laughed, grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a dance. Not a fast dance, just a slow dance, A comfortable dance. Youve never felt so warm and cozy in your life. Maybe your book can wait for a few more hours. You're not in a rush.

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For the next few years you would have a casual relationship. To the point where no one inherently knew you were dating until John would make some sweet comment about you with your back turned.

As you rode gently into your 30s John was right there beside you. Celebrating each birthday, bigger than the last. You were grateful you got stuck with a guy like John, every day was like a gossip story and he'd tell you every fact about Brozone there ever was. You soon became the team’s number-one fan.

That was, until the unexpected happened. John Dory received a message from his brother that he was in danger. Locked in a diamond prison that only the perfect family harmony could save him from.

“So I have to find my brothers, then save Floyd.” He’d proclaim to you. You raised an eyebrow as you picked up his mess in the bus, he'd probably be taking it and if there were any guests you'd want them to be comfortable. “You know…” he turned around to greet you, walking to throw the trash in the bin outside.

You gave him a look, you knew what he was going to say. “You could come with me, meet my brothers? Join in on the adventure?” he’d ask before you shook your head. You gestured outside and then walked up to him to gently kiss his cheek. “Yeah, I get it, but you're still meeting my brothers, I don't know what I'll have to do for that to happen but you will.” he kissed your forehead and got behind the wheel. You let him know you love him then walk out of his bus to not wait any longer.

You walk to the front of the bus and pet the armadillo before stepping back, and waving goodbye. As he left a pit rolled up in your stomach. A worry pit. You felt like you should've gone with him, but you'd only slow him down. So you went inside. Deciding its a good time to catch up on some reading.

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You learned to live with the pit after a while, you used a small messenger creature to send little I love you notes, but you haven't gotten anything in return. It made it worse, and then right as it neared sundown on the second day he was gone, you had had enough. You walked outside. Going to the corner to pull something out of your sleeve that he’d never expect.

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After the show, John was laughing backstage at something Clay said, holding his stomach as him and his brothers all laughed in unison. He was the first to stop laughing, and when he did. He saw his entire family. Laughing together as if it were the holidays. Which is around a troll’s happiest time.

All that was missing was…

JD’s eyes shot up and he placed a hand on your forehead. “Oh shoot, Buttercup! Oh geez-” he looked up dusting himself and pulling his jacket more clothed and preparing to leave when Bruce chimes in.

“Where are you headed, John?” He’d ask. His voice laced with familiar suspicion. The entire room looks at him, as if awaiting the incredible response he'd spew out now. John stuttered quietly. Then leaned on a wall next to him.

“I have a misses I have to get home to thank you very much.”

There was silent, for a whole minute straight until laughter amongst the brothers (except Floyd honestly) rang out. Everyone's eyes briefly snapped to them. Viva slapped Clay’s arm and he went quiet for a second only to start dying laughing again. Branch wiped a tear and crossed his arms. “You? You have a “misses”? you're just full of surprises.”

JD laughs softly, confused, his brothers are laughing “I'm serious, they're perfect. I want you all to meet them so badly, but they stayed to take care of things there.” He crosses his arms tight over his chest, deciding to just smile through the pain.

JD ignored all the mindless snorts and chuckles after that comment, or tried to anyway. He shook his head “ you'll see, I'll introduce them to you guys and I'm gonna be laughing at you guys!” He walks out to the stage to head home that way.

He grumbled slightly, angry that his brothers would doubt him, but could you blame them? They are brothers after all. he's not grumbling for long because the sound of a growling animal snaps him out of his thoughts. Within an instant, something shoots from the dark, surrounding him in a dirt cloud and the sound of a creature going “meeeeeeeeh” like a motorcycle.

John screamed, a comically loud scream. That attracted everyone inside. They all rushed out only to see the scene unfolding before them. “Hey!” Branch was the first to yell. “Leave our brother alone!” the others banded together and got into fighting poses until everything stopped.

The loud noises, fast movements, and it was just silence for ten seconds until emerging from the cloud was a figure with bucket helmet, and sunglasses over the front. The creature they were riding on was some sort of caterpillar snail, similar to a motorbike.

John looked up at the figure and grinned awkwardly. When the person takes off their mask he gasps louder than he's ever gasped before “BUTTERCUP!” He shoots up. Wrapping you in his arms and lifting you high into the air.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his head until he puts you down. You take off your shades and swing your hair a little bit to get rid of the helmet shape. He was so excited to see you he could explode. “You gave me a good scare, I'm sorry I didn't go home right after saving Floyd I just had to catch up with everyone and do a show with them one last time, you had to see the show, in fact, I think someone recorded it, I'll get that to you as fast as possible!”

“Who is that?” Clay asked, a bit too accusingly. You blush and hide behind JD in fear. He crackles and pushes you forward.

He holds you tight as he introduces you by name. “They are my buttercup, my everything. The one who kept me afloat during all my turmoil. The one who-” You slap him in his arm, causing him to laugh. You bow your head to greet them.

Then you all gather around to talk, enjoying meeting the brothers for the first time. Branch is just the definition of sweet and sour, his girlfriend is the whole package everything you'd want in a party planner honestly. Floyd was the perfect sweetheart and Clay was fun to watch with his small misadventures with Viva. Bruce was definitely the one who talked to you the most, asking you genuine questions about why the hell John dory of all people. You answered as modestly as possible, not having an answer at that moment.

Then you caught sight of John wallflowering. You frowned and walked over, leaning on the same wall he was. He smiled at you, his gaze lingering oh yours for a minute before he kissed your cheek gently. You raised a brow. He laughed softly. “That's my girl.” he’d say before wrapping an arm around you lovingly.

End

[babybells123]

There is something so beautifully anvilicious about these quotes;

" I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise." (AFFC, Alayne II)

"The dream was sweet . . . but Winterfell would never be his to show. It belonged to his brother, the King in the North. He was a Snow, not a Stark. Bastard, oathbreaker, and turncloak . . ." (ASOS, Jon V)

Both Jon and Sansa are yearning for Winterfell and the feelings/memories/family associated -but both are intrinsically restricting themselves based off of their bastard status. The notion of Sansa being the only Stark (and character) to transition from a high-born noble lady to a baseborn bastard cannot be overlooked. (And then of course, the notion of Jon being the only Stark (and character) to transition from baseborn bastard to lord commander, cannot be overlooked.) Jon has risen to the top whilst Sansa has lowered to the bottom.

She (GRRM) makes the comparison to Jon herself, meaning that GRRM makes the comparison himself. this isn't something interpreted by fans - it is right there, explicitly within the text.

Sansa's desire to reunite with Jon is "sweet," it'd be almost like a dream come true. Jon's "dream was sweet" as well. But "Winterfell could never be his" and seeing her brother once again "of course, could never be" (possible).

And then later on in the text, Jon is offered the chance to become Jon Stark, and have Winterfell in name. Thus his decidedly unsubtle desire (that he dismisses as an entirely impossible dream) is fulfilled by Stannis' offer, even though he eventually rejects it in truth "Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa."

There is also the quote that precedes Jon's "sweet dream," where he fantasises about a beautiful little romance with Ygritte; showing her a flower from the glass gardens, feasting her in the great hall, bathing in the hot pools, and loving beneath the heart tree. This dream is directly connected to Winterfell and is obviously sexually + romantically charged.

So whilst Jon's desire is partially fulfilled (even if he doesn't accept it) can we possibly assume that Sansa's simultaneously unsubtle "that could never be" may also be fulfilled? Since GRRM seems to really be beating us over the head with how 'that could never happen' from Sansa's internal monologue "no one will ever marry me for love" is reiterated multiple times (just you wait sweet one!) and Sansa desiring to reunite with her brother who she has modelled her bastardry after, who is supposedly the only brother left to her, is immediately dismissed by Sansa because she's accepted the fact that she'll never be with her family again, (and that she shall never encounter true love).

The connections only keep connecting!

So to summarise:

Jon & Sansa both have "sweet" dreams/desires that connect to Winterfell/family.

Jon's dream is sexually/romantically charged, involves a red-headed girl, and establishes Jon's suppressed desires as actually romantic.

Both Jon and Sansa are bastards in these contexts.

Both Jon and Sansa woefully dismiss these dreams/desires as impossible as "that could never be" and "it could never be his to show."

Jon's desire however is later offered on a silver platter by Stannis Baratheon, to which he mulls over and states that he "has always wanted it" (to be his). Though he later refuses Stannis' offer on the basis that "Winterfell belongs to Sansa" - twice over he says this.

Jon 'giving' Winterfell to Sansa is in direct contrast to Robb (Sansa's image of an honourably idealistic older brother) flat out rejecting Sansa's claim on the basis of her marriage to Tyrion.

Jon thus establishes himself as the only character who respects and protects Sansa's claim. Who does not abuse or exploit it. (Even though he was given the opportunity for it and it's been his innermost desire since childhood.)

In a way, this further conveys Jon as Sansa's unspoken, subconscious hero who is protecting her interests and instilling all those heroic ideals (such as the Janos Slynt situation) - though she does not realise it and has accepted that "there are no heroes" at all. But Jon is the true hero, hiding in plain sight.

So, whilst Sansa believes there are no heroes, Jon fulfils those ideals. Whilst Sansa believes no one will marry her for love, Jon exists as the embodiment of all the chivalric, romantic ideals that she's so desperately wanted.

Can we now assume that Sansa believing that she will essentially never see Jon again as entirely anvilicious as she will in fact see Jon again?

GEORGE I'M IN YOUR WALLS.

[madamemiz]

MILD SPOILERS! impressions from the votv 0.8.1 update (day 2)

KEL WALK CYCLE REAL even if it's a bit janky. feels almost strange to see moving feet when i look down. got peakaboo'd by this character model while climbing the tower too, i didn't realize the little rectangle on his beanie is the aso logo, that's a nice touch! (if i saw that correctly that is)

i love the glasses as an equipable item, velma mode is unnecessary but funny 10/10 just like me fr

tf you mean burgers cost 95???? and pizza so expensive?? hello???

flour?? cooking?! ok now that's a fun prospect, i'm getting the cookbook as soon as i can

on that note i've heard berry bushes are a thing now, but i've yet to come across any and i've been actively looking while out and about

aww kel's tummy growls when he's hungry now, that's cute. mfer got a hell of an appetite for someone so picky. also just like me fr

they changed the eating sound and i'm sad, i liked the original ;w; it was oddly satisfying

has the vending machine always had a nice glass texture?

that's it for now, so far so good. i've seen the stuff about kerfur, as well as more farming integration. the farming bit sounds fun, as for the kerfur crafting changes:

hoo boy. i like the idea of needing to get a few more things, it makes sense in-universe. they do most of your job for you, it's fine to make the requirements a bit more difficult, but... i'm gonna level with you, the recipe i've seen and what you need to do for it seems overboard for a casual player. keyword casual. it almost feels like the difficulty spike was created with youtubers and streamers in mind--yknow, people who are professional gamers, or at the very least people who look up hacks to speedrun their kerfurs, because several of them made it seem very easy. i don't think the vast majority of people playing the game play it that way though; i didn't have omega kerfur until a couple of weeks in-game time, and i've seen a lot of people say the same or later. these changes could potentially push kerfur to closer to endgame for a good chunk of players, which seems like a bad move to me for a few reasons--

firstly, i'd imagine this change is in part to encourage players to get out of the base more instead of relying on kerfur for the hashcodes, but having an omega greatly opens up how much free time you have, which allows you more time to explore and make your base cozy. i never had time before i had them, i was too busy running around getting hashcodes and scrounging up money

secondly, late game has quite a few enemies that can instakill kerfur, which makes sending them out for codes and repairs kind of pointless. at that point you may as well keep your base kerfur as-is instead of spending the time and resources to upgrade. not to mention that one of the items requires mining in the cave which... personal note, i never found the pickaxe or stepped foot in the cave in 0.8.0, and frankly never planned to. guess i have to now!

thirdly, like... people get attached to their kerfurs. a lot of returning players i've seen discussing the update are upset they won't have their wife/husband/partner/child/roomate etc back until later in their run unless they mail them over. why would you wanna separate the players from one of their favorite aspects of the game? hell, i've contemplated mailing my 0.8.0 kerfur over not bc of the difficulty spike, but bc i feel bad leaving them behind in my old save

maybe i'm just overthinking and it won't be as bad once i do it, but i've just been puzzling over the changes. what do y'all think?? are the changes justified, or nah?

[sowoyp]

“huy nakita mo ba yung poging morenong nakasalamin na naghaharana dun sa hall?” “oo, ang pogi naman pero ba’t ang jejemon ng music taste??” 😭😭

tl: “hey did you see the cute tanned guy with glasses serenading at the hall?” “yeah, hes handsome but why is his music taste so jejemon??” (idk how to translate jejemon in eng so its better if u guys just look it up 😔)

song: gugmang ga aso aso 👊🔥🔥

[agentrouka-blog]

Do u think there is any significance to the red rose loras gave sansa being brought up frequently? It seems like george doesn’t want us to forget it, sansa remembers it and couple times, and even edric dayne brings it up

I think it's to underline the connection between Sansa, Lyanna and the Winter Rose as three Stark maidens who are stolen/held by kings, are connected to towers, and have children.

The rose imagery in the first book surrounds the two significant tourneys we learn of, and it's strongly tied to Lyanna's "bed of blood". In the second book Sansa's flowering (bloody bed) is framed on each side by chapters about the Winter Rose story (a rose left on the bed to replace a daughter, later again replaced by her with a child). And in ASOS Sansa's rose-laden Tyrell friendship is revealed as duplicitous while Ned Dayne brings it up in a conversation with Arya that will quickly shift to Jon Snow's parentage. Rose petals cover the marriage bed with Tyrion, while Jon keeps rejecting the comparison to Bael the Bard when Ygritte insists on it. A Bael(ish) will eventually succeed in stealing Sansa and dragging her to a remote place under false promises.

Sansa is called a Roadside Rose when attacked by a singer, she becomes dark-haired Alayne (rearranged letters from Lyanna's name) and finds herself assaulted by Bael(ish) in a garden that was planted with blue flowers back when Catelyn saw it in the summer, inside a Winterfell built from Snow. Jon Snow's romantic fantasies contain the desire to give a "flower from the glass gardens" i.e. the place where winter roses are grown in Winterfell, but his partner is a wildly incompatible abuser.

The rose imagery is pretty consistent and ominous. The only thing that stands out is that Sansa's roses were red. Sansa herself often dresses in blue, though.

Jon as the son of a Winter Rose (and a variant of the stolen/captured maiden himself) has unresolved issues alongside these themes that parallel Sansa's, but the bulk of the rose imagery is connected to Sansa. Both are united in sharing foreshadowing for metaphorical patricide. (Baelish, Rhaegar) Both desire to liberate captured Stark maidens (Sansa herself, and Jon sending "Abel" to free "Arya"). Both also share parallels in terms of sexual/marital trauma and the desire to have a family and children and romantic love (i.e. fertility, children, "flowering").

GRRM wants us to keep the roses in mind because they are part of an unfinished theme of injustice and lies that he's still intend on resolving. Chief alongside that is Jon Snow's true mother, Lyanna, but given the rose imagery laden on Sansa, it will go beyond the past into the future.

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

ToxicFriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 3 !!HERE!! is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 4

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Toxic Behavior, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior, Harassment, Stalking, Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

ToxicFriend!Chishyia who uses the summer heat and with that the open doors of your balcony to let you hear just how good he is at sex. A few weeks in his fake relationship, he stars to screw his paid girlfriend on his balcony, that was just two meters away from yours, daily. What a coincidence! One day, knowing you are home, he made up a whole script of what the prostitute should say and behave during and after their bodily activities.

“Fuck, Shuntaro, you are so big” ToxicFriend!Chishyia  makes her scream and “Can’t anymore, too sensitive” after he made her cum at least two times. It is more than he usually wastes on any hooker, but this is an act after all, and he needs to give his best performance to make you understand what you are missing.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia knows you can hear him, your glass door is wide open during the scorching heat, so his trust got stronger and fester giving his best, in case you dare to take a look around the corner. Just in case. He knows you are a dirty girl inside.

Finishing and putting his clothes back on ToxicFriend!Chishyia makes some talk with his ‘Girlfriend’ where she tells him, she is leaving and he asks her where. He told he hooker before to be rude and come off as bitchy which she deliveres perfectly, telling ToxicFriend!Chishyia that its none of his business what she does in her free time.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia knows you are listening. He heard your steps echoing to him till you reached the balcony, not daring to step outside but unable to turn away. What a bad girl you are, eavesdropping on your neighbor. Tze tze tze. Its exactly what he planned to happen and you, being the oblivious person to all his doings, follow right thru it.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia tells his fake girlfriend that he feels sometimes like she is using him and she snorts and tells him that if he would be more like the guys she usually hangs around, manly and so on, she would maybe stay, but she has business to attend. His ‘Girlfriend’ walks out of his apartment while ToxicFriend!Chishyia sits there in silence. He gives himself some moments before faking a deeply troubled sigh and calling you on your phone.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia catches you off guard and you try to run as silent as possible to your phone, clearing your throat a few times, before picking up. ToxicFriend!Chishyia tells you in a staged heavy troubled voice, that he doesn’t feel like being alone today so would you mind going out with him. Spending some time, maybe eating out, drinking some stuff. You say yes to all of that, feeling bad for him and the shameful way his girlfriend treated him. You also feel ashamed for listening into private matters that in no way concern you, so you make sure to be extra nice to him.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia goes out with you to your favorite shops and buys you whatever you coo at. After the sixth or so time, you feel more and more guilty, that he spends his time and money on making you happy after being treated so harsh. You want to make it up so much to him, but don’t know how and after telling him that he doesn’t have to do this, he insists only stronger. He tells you, with a forced sweet half smile on his face that you can see thru how hard he is battling with his emotions, which he totally planned, that he needs that right now. To make you happy. It makes him also happy.

Saying that, ToxicFriend!Chishyia smile grows into a sad one adding fast “Unless this is too much. So sorry, this is all my fault. Damn, I can never do something right, hm?” his tone, his fucking hurt tone is all you need for you to break any restrain you had. Your independence? Out of the window. Seems like you will get endless sets of new outfits, if that’s what ToxicFriend!Chishyia needs to be happy again.

You hug ToxicFriend!Chishyia in the middle of the store and he takes it, knowing he plays you so well and you fall for every single one of his traps. He hugs you back, but makes sure to do it hesitantly, asking you if you are okay, which you answer with a trembling voice “Yes”  and a “I’m always there for you, you understand me? What ever it is, just ask and I will be with you” He knows he got you so wrapped around his finger. When the time for dinner comes, you suspect nothing when he treats you to one hell of a romantic restaurant.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia tells you he wanted to come here with his girlfriend today. That he planned it all out since its their three-month anniversary but then he shrugs, looks down painfully and you feel so bad for him again. You reach for his hand on the table, squeezing it and he tells you how thankful he is that you came with him. At least the day wasn’t all lost. Having you here with him lights his mood immensely and he is so glad to have you in his live. You nearly shed tears from his sweet words, but thankfully the waiter approaches and asks for your both orders what gives you the time to collect yourself and all your raging feelings now.

ToxicFriend!Chishyia is such a sweet and handsome man, how can his girlfriend not see it, you think. What a bitch. ToxicFriend!Chishyia speaks so highly, so in love about her, all while she treats him so bad. He surely deserves better. Fuck, he deserves the world, for how nice and caring he is. You think back to your awful ex-boyfriend and his low behavior. How he broke your heart by sleeping with some chick in your apartment! ToxicFriend!Chishyia would surely never do such a thing. He is so loyal, such a good person. Always so nice to his patients, giving his job his all and you, he always treats you like a queen and never says no when you crave his attention after one of your boyfriends’ disgusting gifts appear. He is such a good friend. If only, you think, there would be more guys like him.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya who told his fake girlfriend to meet up with another paid prostitute, this time a male and make out with him in public right on your path to work. He paid extra so it gets steamy, when the two become all handsy. They make out, there is tongue, and you are so shocked, you can’t even talk. What a whore! Then they disappear behind a tall bush, and you follow all grossed out at the scene unfolding in front of you. There she was, getting it in public up her ass and your jaw was hitting the floor. How could she? Such a slut. Playing poor ToxicFriend!Chishiya who is so in love with her and does everything for her. You step away your body shaking in sync with your head on your whole way to work.

Thoughts of ToxicFriend!Chishiya fills your head, making you unable to work properly the whole day. Thoughts of how to tell him what you saw and breaking his heart raced thru your mind. Not telling and keeping it to yourself was no possibility. ToxicFriend!Chishiya deserves the truth after all. He is such a good person, faithful and loyal while his girlfriend slept around like a prostitute. Surprise... He deserves so much better! You must tell him. As a friend, it is your duty, and you also don’t want him to stay in a relationship with someone who probably only uses him for his money and his name. But how?

ToxicFriend!Chishiya comes over later. He comes off a little excited and you ask him what is wrong. He tells you that his girlfriend told him they should move in together and he feels so happy. ToxicFriend!Chishiya was so worried that their relationship was somehow breaking apart but this shows that she does care for him right? She also loves him, right?

ToxicFriend!Chishiya says he feels so happy, but he wants to hear your opinion too, cause he might see things with his pink glasses. You struggle. Nerves a wreck and ToxicFriend!Chishiya of course knows you so well, he is such a wonderful friend after all, that he sees right thru you and asks what’s wrong. You come clean. Completely. Tell him what you saw, everything. That they hugged. Kissed. Fucked. You watch as his face falls, his smile disappearing, and he looks at you with an empty expression. When you are finished, he doesn’t respond, only sits there and stares at you.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya knows what you have seen, after all he wrote the script of the act that played out for your eyes. He knew how to react if you tell him and of course you tell him, you are such a loyal person, you can’t stand infidelity. He puts up a heart wrenching smile and thanks you for your honesty. He then tells you that he needs some time alone to comprehend that news and then leaves. As he walks towards your apartment door you tell him to wait and he turns around, tired look all over him. Shoulders slumped. He looks so exhausted. Gone is the man that came to you with happy news. Replaced by a kicked down boxing bag.

You hug ToxicFriend!Chishiya. Squeeze his body tightly to yours, reassuring him that you are there for him. He will always have you and when he wants to talk, to stay or to drink, you are ready to fill in whatever he needs. He thanks you, burring his head into your shoulder and fake sniffing, then turning around again and walking out of the door with a smirk on his face.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya stayed in his apartment, waiting for the paid prostitute to come over for the last time. She had another client before him, so it took some time, but that was ok. He needed you to lose your mind, thinking of all the things going on in his apartment right now. Poor ToxicFriend!Chishiya, all by himself, trying to understand how his life turned upside down in just some minutes. As if.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya almost laughs at the thoughts of you worrying about his mental state. When she finally appears, he makes sure to put on his hurt facade when opening the door, in case you were peeping out, watching him interact with his ‘girlfriend’. He paid the woman, then allows her to take a shower in his bathroom to pass some time, while he watches tv. Two hours go by, where she paints her nails and talks to some girlfriends on her phone, before he finally sends her away.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya walks out to his balcony, sitting on a chair with his face in his hands. He has never been good at fake crying. Tears just never wanted to spill when he needed them to, and his sobs just sounded so superficial. Instead ToxicFriend!Chishiya plays a YouTube video of someone sobbing while knowing damn well that your glass door was still open and you could hear every sound.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya phone made a Bing sound and he stops the video, to sniff a few times and read your text messages.

“Want me to come over?” nothing more, nothing less. Just that simple. He takes some time to reply, after all he must look like he is thinking about the answer, then writes yes and goes back in to put some droplets into his eyes that he knew would irritate them enough to cause some tears to spill and redness to appear. Just in time.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya opens the door. His face wet because he splashed some water on it, drawing the picture of washing it to calm himself. You hug him instantly, telling him sweet words like “It’s okay” and “I’m here for you” you both only hug for a while. You rub his back with your hands, his face buried deep in the crook of your neck, fingertips roaming your body and you think nothing bad of it. Of course. He makes sure to sniff a few more times, before he parts and ToxicFriend!Chishiya puts on a smile and thanks you, telling you what a wonderful person you are and that he loves you so much. What would he do without you. He would be so lost.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya is so close to you, he knows it. You both know it, but he waits for you to make the first step. It is important for the future. And you do. He sees it coming when your eyes lock on his lips, biting your own. He looks like a lost puppy and only you can save him. That’s when you lean in and steal a kiss from his lips. You gasp when backing away, repeating again and again how sorry you are and how you shouldn’t have done this. You don’t want to use him. He is in such a miserable state. So vulnerable. You are a terrible person!

ToxicFriend!Chishiya is now the one kissing you. He cups both your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours and waits for your surprised gasp to open your mouth. There you go, good girl. Invading your mouth with his tongue, he got you worked up fast, but he knows he has to play his cards right. He sees all the possibilities and so it doesn’t surprise him when you part from him, shaking your head telling him that this isn’t right. That he is confused, and you shouldn’t be using his poor state.

ToxicFriend!Chishiya doesn’t let you go on. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you back, whispering that he needs you right now. That he needs this. So fucking much. And you let him. Let him undress you and kiss you and suck on your neck, along your shoulder and down to your chest. He pants again and again that he needs this. That he feels so cold and only you can warm him up and of course you do, it is your duty as a friend to help him in any way possible, so if that’s what he needs, it would only be right to give him all, yeah? After all, you told him, you will always be there for him, so why backing down now?

Soon, ToxicFriend!Chishiya has you all naked, bend over his kitchen counter while he trusts into you from behind like a mad man and ripping apart your insides every time he plunges right back in. At least his ex-girlfriend didn’t lie about his big cock. Gosh it hits all the right places and has you moaning in seconds. His hands grip your waist, fingers dig into the soft flesh while the sound of skin-on-skin echoes from every wall.

Sweat is forming all over you and it’s not the summer heat’s fault. ToxicFriend!Chishiya works you so deliciously good. His balls slap against your dripping pussy, while he gives you one orgasm after the other. You finally understand the ex-womans pleading for ToxicFriend!Chishiya to stop. Your clit is so sensitive, he has you completely overstimulated under him, rutting into you like a maniac. If you wouldn’t be bend over the counter, nothing could keep you from falling to the ground.

But ToxicFriend!Chishiya isn’t finished with you. When you start whimpering to him that you can’t anymore, that it is too much, he shuts you up by claiming your mouth again, deepening the kiss and sucking every bit of oxygen right out of your lungs. He pulls out of your weeping hole, only to maneuver you towards his bedroom and picking up his ministrations on you again, as soon as he had you laid down on your back with your legs in the air and him between your thighs. Never had any man fucked you so good. So hard. So long. ToxicFriend!Chishiya is a man on a mission and who are you to deny him that. No really who are you? He fucked your brain out so you only know his name anymore, so who are you again? Who cares, you think when he finally stops, falling on the mattress next to you. You are on your belly now, not knowing when you changed position, but it must have happened at some point.

Your cunt is oozing out ToxicFriend!Chishiya cum, overflowing and unable to fit all of it inside that loose hole. He was the first man that ever fucked you raw and right now you are so glad you never stopped taking the pill, even tho you broke up with your ex months ago. It isn’t long after, that you lose conscious, falling asleep while stuffed to the brim. ToxicFriend!Chishiya takes his time studying your naked body lying around, all spread out and covered in his and your juice. That is the beginning of your end, and he will make sure you will enjoy it to your fullest.