#coloring them will take a while but it will be done!

[fushiguho]

Nanami Kento is the kind of man who always makes sure his lady’s nails are done. He doesn’t care the shape nor color, just that you get his initials on your ring finger each time, an unofficial token of your love — until he gets you the real thing, of course.

He grows utterly weak in the knees whenever you get them obscenely long or a little pointy (bonus points if you get gems or sparkly glitter.) He loves how confident it makes you feel, how your eyes gleam with elated gratitude whenever he presents you with his credit card or a wad of bills, suggesting you take the day for yourself.

Amongst the few, minute joys that lurk on this godforsaken planet, there is nothing that makes Nanami happier than when his favorite girl spends his hard earned money. He even asked you to resign from your job because he makes enough for the both of you. He hates to see you working anyway, he is a provider after all. What did you expect?

He’d wait ever so patiently for you to come back home. Watching the news or cooking a warm, heartfelt dinner, keeping himself occupied as we awaits your return, just imagining what it is you bought this time — lingerie? New shoes? Hours later, when you’re finally stumbling through the door with several overflowing shopping bags, a fresh set of acrylics, and a beaming smile, his cock swells.

Of course he’ll have you try on everything you bought, it’s only right. It’s his money after all, he just wants to ensure that it’s been well spent. Slouched lazily in an armchair, he’d gawk, shamelessly admiring his pretty girl. Gaunt legs sprawled idly as his head cocks to the right, a slow, sleazy grin twisting his lips. The trail of his sharp gaze warm and unwavering as you strip for him. Every once in a while, the amber of the overhead light reflects off of the gems that adorn your nails, the subtle glint catching attention.

A deep, audible groan ensues each time you peel off a garment of clothing, only to replace it with another, giving him his own, private runway show. His knee would bounce in anticipation, poor, aching cock growing impossibly harder by the minute and you can tell; you can see the way it strains against the restricting fabric of his slacks, begging to be taken care of. He can’t help but to reach out for you, his big, greedy hands finding purchase at the thick of your hips to pull you close, claiming that he just wants to see your nails a bit better, but that’s what he always says.

And it’s always harmless, benign. That is until you inevitably end up with his drooling cock lodged in the very back of your throat, sinful bubbles of saliva escaping from the corners of your tautly stretched lips. He’d hold you hand endearingly, babbling on about how pretty your nails are, how much it turns him on when you spend his money, how he promises to spoil you for the rest of your life.

God, it’s taking every fiber of his being not to fish for his wallet and spread a hefty stack of blue striped bills across the ample fat of your ass. The mere thought makes his cock twitch, heavy hips pushing forward, forcing himself deeeep down your slutty little throat, a thick stream of arousal pooling against your tastebuds.

He whines. “Fuuuuucck,” huffing out a strangled breath, an unintentional gasp following, “sweetheart, you are sooo perfect… such perfect throat, godddd… the way you’re looking u-up at me.” Nanami groans, blindly reaching for your hand, dragging it toward his slick, parted lips, “need to marry you — swear to fuckin’ god m’gonna marry you.” His tongue is whorishly lolling out before he’s drawing your fingers in deep, drooling down all of your pretty knuckles.

You're audibly sputtering around him in agreement, saliva spilling down your chin and pooling near the fat of his swollen balls. Gag after helpless gag reverberates from your occupied mouth, the poor, weeping head sinking deeper and deeper with each subtle buck of his hips, painting your throat in haphazard spurts of precum. He needs you like this forever, to take his cock like this forever. He'd give anything to make you his slutty, little wife forever and ever and —

“Pleasepleaseplease tell me you wanna marry me too,” he whines, warm, eager tongue wrapping so possessively around your ring finger, pulling it into his mouth, "oh, god please tell me you want that. I need you forever, baby... need this pretty little mouth forever.” His thick, blonde brows furrow so sweetly, voice strained and so plainly conquered by his evident love.

Physically, you can't respond and he knows; he's deliberately tucking himself deeper, the neat tufts of hair that adorn his girthy base tickling your chin. All you can offer him is a loud, helpless gag as you nod and he whimpers in relief. Yesyesyes, I'll marry you, is all he hears, your obedient, glassy eyes a testament.

So, why are you surprised when he’s hastily fetching a small, velvet box from the pocket of his discarded slacks, cracking it open in fervid anticipation, his cock resting heavily against your tongue? You said yes, right?

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Yuji looks knowing that this was a lot for Kazuma to take in but given the situation, their had to be something done before something else happened. Before he can talk, the banging was heard making Yuji look. Sukuna felt something else again only to feel a bit annoyed.

'Brat...I think we need to leave and we need to do that now!'

"You three need to get out of there. I will stop whatever is coming after you." She said seriously.

"Mothra!" Taz said. The door begins to dented as banging continues.

"Wait, you can't be-" Yuji starts to say but he stops looking at her.

"It's alright. I'm Mothra, Queen of the Monsters." Mothra said. Then something went through the door, as a scythe-like appendage and starts to cut down the door. Kazuma widen his eyes to see Mothra expanded her wings.

Then the door was broken down, revealing an animatronic. This one is dino-like but has a red single eye visor, has a a head of a eagle but it's all scales. It's richly colored of green and blue, it almost look like a line. It has scythe-like appendages on its claws and feet, it has a scythe horn. It has spikes on its back and vertically on its front from neck to stomach to under. It roars and charges at them.

'Brat!!'

"RUN!" Mothra said as she goes to shine her wings upon the animatronic to which the creature shrieks before Biollante goes to help the three by slamming down onto the viens so the animatronic won't get through.

"Shit! Come on!" Kazuma yelled.

"Come on Sis!" Yuji said taking her hand as they ran away while heading to some back doors hearing the fighting, screeching, and roaring noises.

They hurried towards the doors that should lead to another area but Yuji saw Mothra fighting off this other animatroic now but was hoping she would be alright. Given what this curse user would do...he didn't have a good feeling. Though, he keeps on running before they would be out of this area. While Mothra was holding this one off, she looks seeing it roaring at her but she keeps fighting.

'You dears be careful...please be safe and stop this......please save my friends...the children....stop this nightmare before it's too late..' she thought before the door slams shut behind them. Now they were on their own.

Yuji was speechless but Mothra was worried. She didn't expect him to do this even if he was scared, it's a lot to take in. Even when it came to the fact he was the reason the kids died.

"......"

"......" Kazama was shaking now as hot tears ran down his cheeks gripping his arms. "I just want this to stop..I never wanted this damn job if I had to see those things again! That's why even now, all robots and animatronics are nothing but the enemy to humans! Their nothing but killers to us!" he shouted but Yuji looks quiet walking over.

"......Then you can try to help us stop this. I know this is a lot of shit for you to take in but you have to help us stop this before it gets worse. What if someone else dies tonight?" Yuji said.

"..What can I even do!? They know more targerts are here. Why else did you think they decided to strike now..it's only because of that curse user. Or is that what you call them?! I know if they found out.." as he talks he heard some noises from outside but he tenses looking up.

"..What was that?" Mothra asked.

"........that might be them...oh shit shit shit! Their looking for them again....I don't need this!" Kazuma said about to run to get away.

"Hey, don't you run! You have to help us! Just calm down!" Yuji said.

"NO! LET THE FUCK GO! LET ME GO!" he said struggling in Yuji's grip as he tried calming him down.

[harrywavycurly]

Guest Reader: A Southern Comfort Extra

Masterlist: Here

TW: None

Tag List: @wedontknowherorhimorthem @blckburd @daphnesutton @fangirl509east @styleswithaseaview @stylesfever @youngpastafanmug @hannah9921

A/N: Harry is a guest reader for your preschool class and he gets to see a side of you that he’s never seen before, enjoy pure fluff and some nervous Harry✨

Harry wants to laugh at himself for how he’s currently pacing the hallway in front of your room and fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. He has performed for thousands of people screaming his name and while it’s made him have some jitters and nerves it’s nothing compared to the nervousness he’s feeling right now knowing any minute he’ll be asked to enter your classroom and read in front of nearly thirty little kids. He’s simply reading a book to a group of four year olds, that’s what he keeps trying to tell himself but he knows it’s different because this isn’t just some classroom he’ll be walking into, it’s yours. He wants to make a good impression and not embarrass himself because honestly most of his relationship with you has been little moments of Harry embarrassing himself and he’d at least like for this moment to go smoothly.

“Mr. Styles?” Harry turns around at the sound of your assistant teacher, Heather calling his name. “We are almost ready for you.” The smile she gives him makes him sort of begin to relax but he knows nothing will really do the trick until he sees you. He just nods and takes a step towards the door and it’s as if she can sense his nerves as he takes a little look through the small window on the door, trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of you. “She’s getting them situated on the carpet right now but if you’d like you can go in but just stand to the side until she introduces you.” Harry looks unsure as Heather just quietly opens the door for him, she gives him a reassuring nod before he takes a step inside making her smile as she follows behind him making sure the door doesn’t make any noise as it closes.

“Okay friends I need y’all to make sure those listening ears are on.” Harry feels himself instantly relax as soon as he hears your voice, he notices the tone you use with the kids is similar to the one you use with him when you’re teaching him something new in the kitchen or about a southern thing he has no clue about. “Tyler are yours on? Let’s double check.” You say with a smile at the little boy sitting right in front of you on the carpet, he reaches up and tugs on his ears and then nods making you grin. “Perfect okay-oh now Hannah honey are your ears on? They are? Well good thing all my friends have their listening ears on because guess what time it is.” Harry smiles as the kids all shout “story time” at you at various times making you laugh causing your leaf shaped earrings to sway a bit as they dangle from your ears.

Harry takes a moment to look around your classroom because the last time he was in it the walls were empty and it only had a desk and some chairs. He can’t help but feel a sense of calm begin to wash over him as he notices all the little touches that are just so you, like the cowboy hats that say all the different colors by the giant white board, the list of classroom rules but the word rules is crossed out and replaced with the word manners by the door that’s written in your beautiful handwriting, but the biggest thing is just how bright and colorful everything is because he knows how much you hate passing up an opportunity to use bright and fun colors so of course your classroom would be no different. When he’s done looking over your classroom he glances back over to the carpet so he can get a better look at you, as if he didn’t sit on the edge of the bed and watch you get ready for work this morning.

He just can’t get over how adorable you look as you stand in the middle of the kids in your flowy skirt, opting for one that reminded you of falling leaves so you’d be sticking with the month’s theme of “falling into autumn” with its random splatters of brown orange and yellow, that has your t shirt with the school’s name tucked into it while your hair is in a high pony allowing your earrings to be seen. He can tell by the way the kids look at you with little grins on their faces that they also adore you, that you’re probably one of their favorite people and Harry knows it’s true because of all the little pieces of art work you come home with each day, it’s a constant rotation on who’s work gets a spot on the fridge.

He’s glad he’s getting to see you in your element like this, because it’s obvious to him as he watches you lean down and help a little girl with her shoe that you love what you do. It makes him wish he could come and watch you work everyday but he knows you’d never allow it even if he did offer to read to the kids or help you grade their little worksheets. He feels his cheeks get warm when you look over and catch him staring at you, not that it’s anything you’re not already used to but still Harry always turns into a blushing mess when you catch him blatantly staring. You give him a warm smile that he returns as you clap your hands three times instantly making the kids clap three times right back.

“Very good.” You praise the group of kids making them look at you with excited smiles. “Now today we have a very special guest for story time so I’m gonna need y’all to say hello to my friend Mr. Styles.” You look over at Harry and motion for him to come over to where you’re standing in front of the kids on the carpet.

“Hi Mr. Styles!” Harry smiles as the class shouts hello at him while he stands next to you and it takes everything in him not to wrap an arm around you or at least grab your hand.

“Hello everyone.” He greets the kids with a wave and you just smile as you place a hand on his arm as you take a step so you’re slightly behind him.

“Go on sugar tell them a little about yourself.” You whisper so only he can hear as you give his arm a little squeeze.

“Uh I’m Mr. Styles but you can call me Harry.” You bite your bottom lip so your giggle can’t escape as Harry tries to fight his nerves as he looks at the group of kids sitting patiently in front of him with big eyes and sweet smiles. “I am a musician and uhm I play a few instruments and sing but I also am in a band called uh One Direction-”

“My mommy loves you.” Harry just laughs and nods at the sudden outburst from a little girl while you take a step so you are once again standing next to him.

“Gracie honey we don’t interrupt when someone’s talking okay? Save your comments till the end when he’s done reading.” You gently correct the little red headed girl sitting in the back row who has her hand raised but just didn’t wait to be called on before she blurted out what she wanted to say.

“Well Gracie tell your mommy I said hello will you? But uh yeah I am very excited to be reading to you today.” Harry turns his head to look at you as if to ask if that’s enough or if he needs to tell these kids anything else about himself but you just smile and turn around to grab the book he would be reading.

“And we are very excited to have you read to us today because the book the class has picked for you to read is Have You Seen my Acorn?” The kids let out mumbled sounds of excitement as you hand the book to Harry before turning and getting the chair for him to sit in. “Now y’all be sure to listen up nice and good to this story because it’s one of my favorites okay?” You tell the class as you place the chair behind Harry who is giving the book a once over and you can see his nerves begin to get the best of him.

“You’ll be fine honey.” You whisper to him as you place a hand on his shoulder so he’ll turn his head to look at you so you can motion for him to sit down in the chair. Harry lets out a deep breath as you look at him with a grin, he gives you a slight nod letting you know he’s ready. You quickly walk off to the side and stand with Heather who has a smile on her face as she watches Harry begin reading the book to the class.

“Who knew four year olds could cause more nerves than a stadium of fans?” She whispers to you making you shrug as you watch Harry finally begin to relax and get comfortable as he turns to the third page of the book.

“Ain’t he cute all nervous though?” You ask with a giggle making Harry’s eyes shoot over to you briefly causing you to just give him a playful wink before he goes back to looking at the page he’s reading from. “I just love him.” You add with a smile as Heather looks at you as you watch your boyfriend read to your class and she can tell in that moment that the two of you have something special because out of all the guest readers you’ve had none of them have ever been as nervous as Harry.

[boatcats]

Tourniquet

"No," Jim said as Ed reached for their arm with the tourniquet he'd managed to fashion from a leather strap and a piece of wood. Their arm was bleeding badly, the color leaching out of their face, but they shied away from his hands as though his touch could burn them. "No, no, no, no," they repeated again.

Ed pulled his hands back and held up his palms, half surrender and half supplication. He wanted to scream or bite his own lips bloody with worry and regret. But now was not the time. "Jim. Jim." He waited until their gaze moved to his face to keep talking. "I won't touch you until you tell me I can, okay? I know this isn't ideal. I know you'd rather this was anyone but me. The crew will be here soon. But please let me help you until they get here."

Jim looked surprised for a moment. Then they looked angry. "I'm not scared because it's you, you asshole." And suddenly they looked embarrassed. "Don't make me say it," they muttered.

Oh. Oh.

Unspoken went: I'm scared because it's scary.

And suddenly Ed could deal with this.

"Hey," Ed said as gently as he could, "this is temporary. I bet it won't even be on for a half hour. Roach will be here soon. You can squeeze my shoulder with your other hand if it hurts."

Jim closed their eyes, gave Ed their arm, and absolutely white-knuckled his shoulder.

When the tourniquet was on, Ed set Jim's arm down and placed a piece of torn sailcloth over it so Jim didn't have to look at it. "It's all done," he told them. "I'm gonna keep on eye on your arm so you don't have to worry about it, okay?"

Jim blew out a tired breath. They looked very young all of a sudden. They nodded.

"Worst part's done," Ed assured them. "You did really good and we're just gonna hang out and take some deep breaths while we wait for the crew okay?"

"Okay." Jim nodded again and took a shaky breath.

"Good breath. Just like that. Do you want my coat?" Ed asked.

"I know how to breathe," Jim snapped. "Don't patronize me."

--

When the crew arrived ten minutes later, Jim was wearing Ed's coat.

As Roach helped them onto the makeshift stretcher they gave Ed a small smile.

[gliphyartfan]

what if i just want the chain to adopt me instead. What then.

Oh, that’s adorable, and honestly, the Chain would probably go wild with overprotective, dad energy.

You want the Chain to adopt you? Say no more they’re already on it.

Time’s the honorary dad, no questions asked. Time is suddenly 1000% more invested in everything you do, from making sure you’re eating properly to teaching you practical survival skills.

You’ll never get cold in winter again because he’s always sneaking in extra blankets or jackets wherever you’re staying.

He’ll teach you all kinds of self defense techniques, (even if he secretly hopes you’ll never need them.) And every time he leaves for a fight, he gives you a nod that says, ‘Stay safe.’ And maybe a ruffle of the hair too, if he’s feeling soft.

Twilight’s the big brother/father figure you never knew you needed.

He’s in full Dad mode from the get go, making sure you’re comfortable and always within sight. Someone looks at you the wrong way? Twilight’s giving them the death glare.

He’d take you out for horseback rides, teach you about animals, and make sure you can handle yourself in the wilderness. He’s the type to make you a meal with a quiet “Eat up,” before leaning back and watching to make sure you’re getting enough.

With Sky? Prepare for smothering. Sky is constantly checking in, asking if you need anything or if you’re happy.

He’s the warm, doting older brother who treats you like a precious bean who needs constant protection. You want Loftwing rides? Done. Need a shoulder to lean on? He’s already there.

He’ll tell you stories of the sky and legends of heroes, all while making sure you feel loved and looked after. And he’ll probably teach you how to use the Sailcloth too, just in case you ever need it.

Wind’s the fun older brother who’s overjoyed to have a younger sibling. He’ll teach you every trick he knows, from dodging monsters to sneaking extra snacks. He’d love nothing more than to take you out on the seas, showing you the ropes and telling tales of pirates.

He’ll make sure you know how to swing a sword, just in case, of course. And he’d fiercely defend you if anything even remotely threatening came your way.

Wild would immediately start making sure you’re well fed, always handing you extra portions or snacks he’s made. He’ll go all-out teaching you the best ways to cook over a fire, how to navigate by stars, and how to live off the land.

You’d be his priority now, and he’s quietly protective. If anything or anyone hurts you, they’ll find Wild’s calm expression fading into something far more menacing. He’ll go from “wholesome forest brother” to feral forest dad in seconds flat.

Legend would try to play it cool, acting like it’s no big deal that he suddenly cares about you. But underneath his gruff exterior, he’s very protective.

He’ll make sure you know how to handle yourself in a fight and keep a good weapon on you at all times. And he’d give you little trinkets, enchanted rings, and amulets ‘for protection.’ He won’t admit how much he cares, but if someone so much as messes with you, they’re done.

Four would become your unofficial, super-caring big brother. He’d split into his colors sometimes just to entertain you (and play scary big brothers if someone bothers you) , creating little puppet shows or crafting tiny trinkets for you to wear.

He’d be protective but in a quieter way, always watching out for you and making sure you’re safe. He’ll share tales of adventure and give you all kinds of tools and advice to make sure you can handle yourself. And if anything dares to hurt you, he’s not above going full Four Swords on them.

Hyrule would be like an adventurous older sibling, always ready to take you on some magical journey. (Said magical journeys are just wandering the forests and inevitably getting lost.)

He’d teach you all kinds of survival techniques, but he’s also likely to enchant a few items ( just for you, so you’re extra protected.

He’s protective but gentle, always worried about your safety, and he’d go to any length to keep you from harm. If something ever goes wrong, he’ll unleash every spell and potion in his arsenal to make it right.

Warriors would become your bodyguard/big brother figure (or uncle), always looking out for you and making sure you’re comfortable and safe.

He’d teach you combat techniques and make sure you could handle yourself in a fight, but he’d also keep a close eye on anyone who dared to come too close. They’d better have the best of intentions, or they’ll have to answer to him. He’s fiercely protective, and if anyone dares to mess with you, they’re going to regret it.

All together? Overprotective squad goals. You’d never have to worry about being unsafe or unprotected ever again. They’d each take their turns watching over you, making sure you’re eating enough, learning self defense (let’s face it, they’d all chip on and teach you) , and always having someone nearby if you needed it. It’s basically having nine versions of the most protective older brother/father figure you can imagine.

And gods help anyone who dares to so much as annoy you, because the Chain doesn’t take kindly to anyone hurting their little family member.

[amoressb]

𐙚 Hairclips

pairings : emo bf!niki x coquette!reader

synopsis : in which you saw you had some cute hairclips laying around and had the perfect idea to decorate your bfs hair in them

⋅˚₊‧𐙚‧₊˚ ⋅

You were walking around your dorm trying to find something to do. It was around 5 in the afternoon, you had a little snack and brought it to the couch in the living room.

Turning on the tv, it illuminated the small room as well as the two hairclips you left on the table. Suddenly you had an idea. Sprinting to your room, you find yourself looking for more clips and bingo! You found your drawer full of cute hairclips youve bought overtime and some your bf had gifted you.

That’s right. Niki. Your sweet loving bf.

You found it cute how he was basically the complete opposite of you. You loved all cute things and mostly stuffed animals. He on the other hand likes the complete opposite but that didn’t deter you from falling in love with him. Just then you look back at one of your plushies that remind you of him. Your badtz maru plushy. You had won it on a date you’ve recently went on with him and instantly fell in love with it as it reminded you of him. But back to the main thing here..hairclips.

You wanted him to come over quickly and what more of a perfect idea than to say that it was an emergency or that it was urgent that he come over. I mean technically you weren’t wrong..you missed him badly and you wanted to see him. So you grabbed your phone and sent the message to him.

A couple of minutes later, there was urgent knocks to your door and you ran to it knowing it was Niki. “What ha-“ was all Niki could say before he was dragged quickly to your room and sat down on the floor while you grab all the clips and sit on the bed. He was too tall to sit in the chair resulting in you having to be on your tippy toes.

“Can you tell me what-“ again he was silenced when you put your finger towards his lips smiling simply saying shhhh. You started by grabbing a pink bow of course and placed it on the side of his head clipping back his hair. You scooted back a bit and you were already in love with this idea. Immediately grabbing your phone you took a picture for memories of course and the bow was just too cute.

Many clips later, you reached the best clip of them all. Your badtz maru clip. He had been sitting there patiently waiting for you to finish. He realized a while ago that this is what was so ‘urgent’. The whole time he was admiring you and falling in love with your smile more and more as you keep adding more clips to his hair. He had his arms wrapped around your waist so you can be closer to him. He also ended up laying his head or his chin up on your lap as he was starting to slowly fall asleep to your soft touch and the cozy warm feeling he’s feeling being here with you.

Happily putting the special clip in his hair, you grabbed your phone once again to take a picture, letting you see that his eyes are closed which made it all the more cute. This was gonna be your new wallpaper for a lonng time. “I’m done my love” you say softly to him. “So this is what was so urgent huh” he sleepily chuckles. You smile as his sleepiness and softly lift his head up in your hands and melt seeing him lean into your touch. “I’m sorry it took so long” you say feeling bad that he had been stuck here for a while in the same position cuz you had that many clips. He smiled saying he didn’t mind and he was just happy to be with you.

You will say the contrast between him and the clips made it all the more perfect. He was wearing black plaid pajama pants with a black long sleeve so the pop of so much color on him with your hair clips really was perfect.

“The things i let you do to me” he says as he cuddles up to you wrapping his arms around your waist after having to sit longer just to take the clips off. You giggle into his chest and look up at him. You both looked into each others eyes not realizing you both are slowly leaning into each other. He lands a sweet kiss on your lips pulling back shortly after smiling down at you. “Goodnight y/n, i love you” he says kissing your forehead. “Goodnight Niki, i love you too” you say cuddling closer into his chest. You both fall asleep with a smile on your faces.

[hackfixation]

Some Symbolism in the official Release Date Trailer I just noticed and others might have too:

An orange glow hums on Jimmy's face before fading into the sunset display.

"I see it so clearly"

The camera is focused on the sunset and slowly we fade into curly's eye as the words above are spoken. He is lying in the bed, staring up at the ceiling unable to move.

I personally believe there isn't any other way to interpret this scene:

Curly finally seeing Jimmy for who he is now.

"through the crack in the wall"

Daisuke is show walking into a dark hall or maybe a vent? considering the texture used seems similar to the ones in the vent scene. If the words above are curly speaking, this could be him discussing how he witnessed Daisuke severly injured but never saw him die. Knowing, somehow, that Jimmy did this because Swansea would never let anyone in that vent.

"behind god's back"

Swansea is outside the graveyard, looking in while slowly lowering his axe. He's preparing himself. Curly could have seen heard Swansea run in to the med bay and find Anya dead. That reaction could be him having seen Jimmy run past. Curly watched Swansea take in what the hell happen before running in. Curly knew Jimmy had the gun.

One of them was heading to their grave.

"hell colored electric and constant"

This is the scene with Anya in the cockpit and Poelle looming in the background. Curly is not only empathizing with Anya's pain in this moment but recognizing that none of them would be in this situation if not for the Pony Express placing them in this environment. He is wishing he could've done more for her, potentially grieving.

"were already here."

The full group together. Curly lingering as a presence in the background, as he watches the person he once was haunt the narrative and the person his friend is destroying lives.

I believe this is us experiencing Curly finally losing any existential or religious hope. His idea of humanity finally snapping.

Curly had to either watch or listen to them all die and could do nothing to stop it

[ninjagirlstar5]

So, uh, I know recent news have been...not great. Particularly in the US. And I think it's important to acknowledge that.

However, I also think it's important to take care of our mental health and do something fun since we'd only be hurting ourselves with constant doom scrolling and fixating on the bad stuff 24/7.

So, I decided to officially open up simple Art Requests! And what I mean by that is I'm going to be drawing characters in the style of AVA/M stick figures! Both regular and in chibi style.

Examples:

(If you follow @/a-student-out-of-time, you probably already seen this little chibi drawing of Umeko Hayase, who belongs to the mod himself, I made for fun since I sent this in an ask yesterday. I'm using this drawing since it best represents what I will do for the chibi sticks.)

All art requests for this will be digital and fully colored, but won't be fully rendered. I want to keep the drawings simple and easy to make for myself for as long as I keep requests open.

With that out of the way, here are some rules for what to send in:

Requests for AVA/M characters are obviously welcome and I will be using my own designs & headcanons for them when completing your requests.

For those who followed me for my DRA & SDRA2 stuff (mostly SDRA2), I will also do art for characters from the duology! They will just be turned into stick figures, hehe. (I may even do canon characters from the Danganronpa series in general if anyone sends requests for them.)

(Also, if you want either AIkado or IRLkado in your request, please specify which one you want. Same goes for other characters in SDRA2 if you want their teenager or adult versions.)

OCs (and sonas) are also allowed, whether Danganronpa, AVA/M, or not! A reference is required, though. And if your OC isn't a stick for AVA/M, I suggest giving me a specific color you want me to use for the OC that you feel fits them best since these will be done in the stick figure style.

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[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥: 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Canon-Divergence, Targ!Cest, Typical Misogyny, Hardcore Sad Daddy Issues, Typical-Period Homophobia, Neverending Doubts and Insecurities, Brief Mention of Death, Mentions of Paternal Bastardy, & Brief Mention of a Slap

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Three Main Handmaidens ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader, Father!Corlys Velaryon ✘ Daughter!Reader, Teen!Alicent Hightower ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader, Teen!Rhaenyra Targaryen ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Following into the same night, Y/N prepares with her three close handmaidens, happily discussing the surprise gifts. Turns out, Y/N is in for a rude awakening from her father, Corlys Velaryon, or rather a soft consolation from her two dearest friends.

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾: 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾

𝟏𝟏𝟏 𝐀𝐂

𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

••••

As the night draws closer, you are in your bedchambers alongside your three handmaidens, preparing for another calm night. Nights at the Red Keep are mostly quiet, with guards posted at their assigned areas and maids finishing up their nightly duties.

Humming along to a melody in your head as the handmaidens bathed you in silence, preferring the cool of night. Once you were done taking a warm bath and the tub was drained, the handmaidens hurriedly shuffled around the bed chambers as you dried off.

Alarra picked out your nightgown, a simple beige chemise before donning the soft material on the Velaryon girl in the full-body mirror.

Your three closest handmaidens have tended to you since you were zero and one. Their names are Elissa, Melara, and Alarra, their different personalities and descriptions made them special. At least to you, they were special.

Elissa is a bit chubby, exactly the same height as you, with more curves on her body and inherited caramel skin with ebony black curly hair.

Melara is a tall and slender woman, maintaining her average build, blessed with beautiful dark-skinned and luscious dark brown straight hair.

Alarra is a few inches taller than you, possessing a slim physique, porcelain skin, and dirty blonde hair.

They are five years older than you, teaching you kind mannerisms to everyone, no matter their status. Other than your mother and younger siblings, they expressed happiness when you told them the exciting news of finally becoming a dragonrider. While they were happy for you, they maintained a distance of staying inside to never accidentally see you with Silverwing. In case you might get the wrong impression ask for the company alongside Dragonback.

Elissa always makes sure your daily and dragonrider’s outfits are ready and trimmed appropriately with your family colors.

Melara admires braiding your hair, sometimes giving recommendations, always complimenting your hair texture, and claiming the uniqueness of the silver hair.

Alarra prepares your bath and bed, everything regarding your bedchambers.

“Milady, you look absolutely marvelous in this beige nightgown.”

“Every color compliments your skin, milady.” Melara dips her head slightly, acknowledging your beauty.

“Surely I’ve been blessed with the most gracious handmaidens.”

“Milady, do you think they will like it? You spent an awful amount of time on it.” Elissa asks, referring to your surprise gift for your two closest friends.

“I certainly hope so because I would hate to return it.”

“Don’t worry, milady, the Princess, and the Lady Alicent would surely love your thoughtfulness, who wouldn’t?” Alarra reassures with a small smile, gently squeezing your arms, and staring at you through the mirror.

You spun around, the faint touch of Alarra quickly disappearing, now facing the three handmaidens.

“Your services are all too kind.”

“There’s not many ladies who would express such gratitude to handmaidens so regularly,” Melara gently speaks, her voice soothingly sweet. It was no wonder how the three Velaryon siblings requested her to read bedtime stories or sing lullabies.

“Well, I hope that the three of you never plan to resign anytime soon.”

Soon after, voices of disagreement erupted and the atmosphere remained lighthearted.

“Of course not, milady.”

“And wherever shall we go?”

“Nowhere, I should presume.” You shook your head, biting back a grin.

“Shall I prepare your bed?”

“No it’s fine, that’ll be all for tonight..”

“We all bid you goodnight, milady.” They respectively bowed and left the room in a single file line, closing the door behind them. Once they left, your gaze fixated on the closed door, seemingly waiting for the arrival of your bestfriends.

Sauntering towards your vanity dresser, you sat down, grabbing the comb before using it against your hair. The hairstrokes were well-timed as you mindlessly continued, the frequent action becoming numb.

There was a knock on your door, startling you slightly from your hair brushing by the firmness. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, placing the comb on the dresser and stood up. You moved forward to the door, your brain rummaging through the many possibilities of the other person.

Whoever was knocking on your door wasn’t Rhaenyra nor Alicent, surely not, especially used with such firmness. Your friends’ knocks were timid and timed, even so brazenly if Rhaneyra was feeling humorous.

You unlocked and opened the door, wondering who the mysterious knocker was. To your surprise, it was your father Corlys, standing tall and imposing, a stoic expression smeared across his face. In all honesty, you wished anybody else was at your door, requesting their presence to be seen.

“Father?” A raised eyebrow was quickly followed by a head tilt. “What are you doing here this time of night?”

“I came to talk to you, daughter.” He replied, his tone cold and unwelcoming. Your father stepped inside, pushing past you, skeptically observing your bed chambers.

“This is a really bad time, Ali and Nyra are so–“ You turned to him, confused by his sudden appearance as a hand lingered on the door.

“Close the door, we have some more important matters to discuss than your little friendships.”

Despite your promise to your two best friends, you complied with your father’s demand, obliged by his authority. You closed the door softly, intentionally keeping it unlocked, hoping for an interruption because conversations with your father usually transpire into something greater and hurtful. You knew how much he preferred to keep up appearances even in such unfortunate circumstances, such as this time.

“What you displayed at the council meeting was deemed inappropriate. Not only have you shamed yourself, but you have embarrassed our entire family.”

“For coming late?”

“Yes, exactly.” He deadpanned.

“What’s the problem?”

“Daughter, you must be truly blind if you’re unable to decipher this simple transgression.”

“How am I arriving late to the King’s council a problem?”

“Just know that it is.”

“You don’t even have any liable reason as to why my tardiness was a problem today!” You protested, shaking your head. His ignorance was truly staggering at times, especially when being so annoyingly persistent.

“Father, it was a harmless thing! The King wasn’t angry about it, he just gave us a warning. I don’t understand, Rhaenyra did the same–“

“That’s because Rhaenyra is the Princess, she’s obliged to roam about and defy whoever she comes across! You are not entitled to the same fate!” He harshly interrupted, forehead creased in annoyance.

“I’m in the same standing as Princess Rhaenyra, we’re both from noble houses!” You argued, refusing to succumb to any overwhelming emotions.

Now, the cause of this once calm conversation transpired into a hurtful argument, as it always does.

“Should you forget your status, she is a Princess and you are a lady. I should have done this a long time ago.” He shakes his head, sending a condescending glare.

Resisting the urge to scoff in his face and roll your eyes, continually defying his orders would be worthwhile for his bewildered reaction. Right now, it wasn’t in the best interests to further infuriate your father, so you sufficed with a blank stare and an annoyed exhale.

“Father, please don’t d–“

“It is final! You will not indulge yourself further into these…renevduzos with the Princess. You will cut off any remaining connection with her and move back to Driftmark, effective immediately. You’ve allowed your mind to be poisoned for far too long and what good of a wife you’ll make, if you are…seemingly unwell.”

“She’s been one of my bestfriends since we were babes in the cradle. How could you tell me to stop interacting with her?”

Quite frankly, it was ridiculous for your father to even suggest such a thing.

“For your sake, she better remain a friend. With all this gossip around the castle, spreading viciously, looking for a weak spot to puncture.” He spat, the blazing fury in his eyes never wavering or his tensed posture. “You will reside back with your siblings and mother after the Heirs Tournament.”

“And if I refuse to move?”

“You have no choice in the matter, my word is final and you will comply with it. “Do you understand, dear daughter?”

At that, you remained silent, the words lost in your throat and the tears threatening to escape. The pressure of trying to please your father, barricades through your actions, particularly involving the Princess. Everything about your father was beyond difficult. You fought hard for his approval yet he never acknowledged it.

“I said, do you understand?”

Silence was loud, but the compliance eventually stood out. You never felt so weakened by such mere words from your father.

A single gnaw on your lips, settling down the inner turmoil occurring in your mind. “…I do, father.” Your harsh tone simmered down, refusing to further agitate him. Yet, the venom was still there, only slightly less and he knew it. You know he did.

“As it should be. Your mother and I are very disappointed in you, for having allowed yourself to reach beyond a certain extent of closeness with the Princess.” He explains, an undeniable hatred and disgust from the simple implication of your nature being unnatural. “The nature of your friendship is deemed wrongful on all accords. If someone proves the extent of your relationship to be true, you could be exiled from the Seven Kingdoms altogether.”

“And you would not help me to your greatest strength?” Tears welled in your ears, fighting the urge to wipe them away. You refused to go through with that, he couldn’t deem you as weak as he claims you are. You just wanted to prove him wrong, but he’ll never give you that satisfaction.

Why was it so hard to build a good relationship with your father? Why did he make it this difficult to open up, and give love and support?

All the qualities he needed to be a good father were surpassed by you and directly expressed those attributes to Laena. On good days, he expressed those traits to Laenor as well.

But never you. Why never you?

Wasn’t it clear to tell? You craved that father’s love, which he disregarded entirely, assuming tough love was your criteria.

He could have never been so wrong.

Much like your mother, Rhaenys, but even then she only expressed gentle love, expressing her love equally between her three children. Nothing less than gentle love.

Everyday she never fails, striving to be a good mother with imperfections. Motherhood is a beautiful gift. Princess Rhaenys never made you forget that, wishing the best for her children.

If one parent can put in the effort, why can’t the other follow through as well?

Why was it so hard for your father to love you? Why was it so hard for you to not love your father after how he treated you in comparison to your younger siblings?

Everything was overwhelming your mind, and it felt dangerous to clamor down and struggle by yourself.

Your insecure thoughts. Hysterically cry for his love and comfort. Remain the same and endure this bitter treatment repeatedly.

“What happens in the near future would be your own decisions. Don’t expect me to be a good father when you refuse to be a dutiful daughter.”

“Oh, because you’re such a good father. The same way you fathered those two bastards’ boys back in Spicetown. The ones you abandoned and ignored their entire life. I do wonder, father, who’s truly your firstborn, me or Alyn?” You spat harshly, even so wincing at your tone. His reaction was worth it, witnessing his so-perfect life crumble in a matter of minutes. A secret which he truly put the effort in, self-sabotaging never misses.

He should have known your curiosity would lead to a bitter realization. According to him, you’ll do anything to spite him, even if it means breaking the Velaryon name.

“Stop speaking foolishly, where did you hear such slanders?”

“Deny all you want, father, but I know of them. I met them and their mother.”

“Listen to me carefully, Y/N–“

“What?! You’re not going to accept your infidelity.”

“Control your mouth. Now listen to me carefully, you will not tell your mother of my indiscretions, they’re in the past and will remain that way.”

“But they’re not, you have bastard sons, who you can only ignore for so long. Soon enough, mother will be aware, whether it’s by my tongue or yours. You will not play my mother like a common fool.”

“This entire conversation will not be repeated to your mother. You will not ruin our family with such poisonous lies.”

“I have ruined this family? It is you who did this!”

“You speak utter nonsense.” He grunted, consumed by denial.

“Regardless of that, you should be a great father. I’m your firstborn daughter, please stop treating me like I’m a screwup, and that nothing I ever accomplish will truly please you. That I can never be a decent daughter, I just want you to love me and care for me, how hard is that to ask?”

“Don’t be foolish, dear daughter.”

“Do you know how your coldness makes me feel? It makes me feel unwanted like you never wished for me. How my mind wonders if Laena was the eldest and I, the youngest, would I be showered in love and affection that you so proudly display for her! Laena may be your youngest child, but I’m your daughter too, I deserve my father’s attention and love just as much as Laena receives.”

“Spare the theatrics, Y/N. I never cared for it so I won’t do it now.”

“Maybe I’m obliged to throw theatrics if it gets your attention!”

“At times, I feel like I don’t know you at all.”

Your tone immediately became defensive, the hidden fury coming to light, “That’s because you don’t. You’ve never taken the time to get to know me.” Your eyes narrowed, frustration and anger easily consuming your emotions. Closing your eyes, attempting to control the uprising fury that seethed within you, yet coming to no avail. You were a loose cannon and your father held the matches, knowing exactly when to set you off.

No matter what, you can’t downplay your feelings, especially when your father disregards it as such.

Your father was in your life, but not how you wished it. He was there, but he wasn’t. Over time, you acknowledged the fact that he was rather a male figure than an actual father.

“How dare you imply as such? I’m your father, I know everything about you.” He retorts, a scoff passing his lips.

“No, you don’t. You never did.”

“Ask me a question, any question about you.”

“Fine, how old was I when I claimed Silverwing?”

“Do you take me for a fool, you don’t own a dragon.”

“Wrong! That’s Laena, she doesn’t have a bond with a dragon yet.”

“It’s an honest mistake, you and Laena are much alike, in more ways than one can think.” He claimed, seeking reasoning with his excuse. It was a pathetic attempt to answer with such confidence with the wrong intentions.

“I was 8 when I first bonded with Silverwing, me and Rhaenyra flew out to Dragonstone, hoping I’d get my dragon. In short, I almost died for stupidly going with an over-enthusiastic mindset and a torch shining my way through the dark depths of the unknown dragonpit. Silverwing had saved me from Vermithor’s wrath and if anything she claimed me as her rider.”

“You can’t expect me to remember every detail of your life. I have more important things to concern myself with.”

“More important things than knowing your firstborn daughter?”

Your father is a man of many obligations, putting duty over love in almost every circumstance. Was not loving you such a hard obligation that he had ignored?

“Precisely, your whole life is a duty itself. It’s time I begin seeking honorable suitors worthy even for your hand.”

“It’s my life, surely I must have some jurisdiction over my future betrothal. You just wish to marry me off for your benefit–“

“Mind your tongue, dear daughter. I do what I think is best for you, your own needs are insignificant during the marriage mart.”

“The next time you go to war, I’ll pray to the Gods that you perish there, so you won’t return to our family. Maybe then, the rest of us would be even happier–“

His right hand rose, too caught up in the moment before striking down at the young Velaryon girl. A sharp slap met your cheek, cutting off your statement, earning a surprised small gasp instead as you stumbled back. You quickly glanced at the older man, witnessing his disgruntled reaction, mouth agape in quick regret and widened eyes.

He stared down at you menacingly, breathing steadily as his hand dropped back to his side, clenching into a fist, causing him to cast his gaze aside.

He couldn’t look at you. Not anymore. Not after he struck down his own child. If Rhaenys caught wind of this altercation between her husband and eldest daughter…only the Gods above would know of Corlys’ fate.

Embarrassingly enough, he kept the tense silence flowing in the air. Your face is etched into a dark mixture of fear, disbelief, and anger, reaching up shaky fingers to your injured cheek as tears brim your eyes.

“Just because we’re behind closed doors doesn’t give you the right to disrespect me or our family. I have seen that your time here at the Red Keep has only worsened your tongue. You are my daughter and will act as such, and I demand your respect.”

During his lecture, your gaze drifted toward him as numerous thoughts immersed your mind.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He commanded any remorse or guilt that lingered in his eyes, quickly vanishing within his declaration.

Your jaw clenched in anger, the sting of the slap still lingering as you cradled your bruised cheek. Swallowing down the tears quickly, you craned your head towards your father with narrowed eyes meeting his furious own.

“Do you truly think Princess Rhaenyra would offer you a fairytale? She has duties to attend to, bigger than your entire existence. Sooner or late, she will grow out of this dalliance and you’ll be nothing but a mere memory to her.”

••••

Before you could reply, the familiar glimpses of auburn and silver hair led the conversation astray, courtesy of your father wanting to keep up with appearances. To him, it didn’t matter if he called you a big disappointment, only preferring the conversation being behind closed doors.

“Princess. My Lady.” Your father’s voice changed into a firm chuckle, dipping his head lightly before the two young ladies. He turned around, facing the young Lady and Princess, greeting with a small nod.

“Don’t let me delay your night even further,” A tight-lipped smile stretches on his face before glancing over his shoulder at his eldest daughter, a stoic gaze wavered in the slightest. “We will talk later, dear daughter. Sleep well and don’t act irrational,”

He already did ruin your night…well at least for you. Be it as may, your father knew exactly what harsh words to seep into your brain, sending your thoughts into overdrive.

Eventually, your family loyalty will overpower your love for Rhaenyra and distance yourself from her. Just like he had planned from the moment those unconfirmed rumors of your unnatural relationship with Rhaenyra reached his ears. If he’d been more sympathetic about his approach toward the conflict, perhaps this father-daughter conversation would have been lighter on the head. For once, you didn’t have to fight to reason with him or to plead for his consideration.

Was it true? Possibly yes. Will you allow his quick judgment to ruin your mood? Certainly not.

A simple wobble of your lip and unsteadiness in your posture almost cracked you. “Of course, father.” You gulped, using false pleasantries to assure.

The small smile was an added gesture of tying the perfect dismissal of your father’s overbearing words.

“Good.”

Much to your dismay, the thought of lingering around in the solitude of your bedchambers was quickly forgotten. Your beloved friends wandered inside, sending your father a respective head nod as he left, shutting the door behind him.

You turned away, wiping away your tears and leaving the faint remnants on your chemise. Unable to contain a few sniffles that escaped past your lips as more tears appeared in your eyes, blurring your vision and the right mindset to handle the soon persistent questions from your friends. Quickly, a hand shot up to your mouth, concealing the harsh sobs and mouth tremors.

“Is something the matter?” Alicent’s voice filled with genuine concern.

The Velaryon girl hesitated, her mind struggling to find the right words and her heart heavy with exhaustion. “No, I’m fine.” You sniffled, hoping neither of the girls would notice your abnormal response.

“Are you sure?”

Releasing a tired exhale, lifting your head toward the ceiling, observing the architecture, deciding to stay silent, hoping the hint carries on.

“You’re certainly not fine, what’s going on with you?” Rhaenyra insists, her footsteps padding gently across the floor moving closer to you.

So, no, they ignored the hint and continued. Well, more like Rhaenyra did and Alicent played the quiet bystander, mostly.

“I said it’s nothing, Rhae. Why must you be so persistent?”

Still, you made no movement to convince them, remaining silent.

“Because I care deeply for you,” She replies, her tone calm and collected.

Alicent’s head tilted slightly, sharing a glance toward Rhaenyra, going completely undetected by you.

“How can we comfort you if we remain unaware?” She pressed again, tone filled with a firm dedication to knowing the truth.

“…Did…your father speak harsh words to you?” She stepped toward you, cautiously reaching out a hand to place on your shoulder. Her touch made you shiver, softly gasping at the warm sensation, slowly meeting her gaze. “Right before we arrive in your chambers and don’t lie to me Y/N.”

At Rhaenyra’s statement, you shrugged off her comforting hand and sauntered closer to the bed. Sitting down on the mattress, releasing a soft sigh, covering your face with your hands, attempting to hide new unshed tears.

“Rhaenyra, please obey Y/N’s wishes.” Alicent defended, moving closer to you. “She can tell us at her own leisure.”

You sighed, shortly contemplating your options, dropping your hands into your lap. A slight wobble of your lips urged incoming tears to stream freely down your face. It was no use lying anyway.

Turning around to face the two other girls, you nodded weakly, your voice tightening upon seeing the sympathetic looks from them.

“Please stop looking at me all pitiful.”

Rhaenyra was quick with it. “What did he say?” She asked, the intensity in her voice growing with each step.

Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. You’ll never be good enough for her. You’ll never be good enough for your future husband. No matter how hard you try, her priorities will always remain first. Perhaps, your father was right, his harsh words holding a bit of semblance and truth to it.

What were you thinking? Living in your own fantasies, romantically involved with Princess Rhaenyra without any repercussions. Having to pursue a secret relationship behind closed doors and the shadows of the night?

It can only occur in dreams, so maybe it should stay in an imagination concept, fueling off of an unrequited desire that can never be rightfully fulfilled by her. The one girl you ever want and will always want. Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the fiery spirit, who can never know of your true feelings toward her. There was too much at stake if those feelings went rogue, so it’s better to kill it and move on.

The longer you stayed silent, the longer the curiosity struck Alicent and Rhaenyra to figure out the full-blown argument between your father.

“What utter nonsense did he say to you?” Rhaenyra repeated, settling down beside you.

“Regardless of what Lord Corlys said, you should know it’s not true. You’re better than his depiction.” Alicent continued, trying a more gentle approach.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Okay, we will respect your wishes.” Alicent agreed to your statement, glancing at Rhaenyra. The Targaryen Princess stared at you, eyes filled with indignation and slight anger at your father’s words. Whatever he had spoken to you, it clearly affected you deeply. Even more so, his words made you keep silent, not even entrusting your two dearest friends with it.

“Won’t we, Rhaenyra?” The auburn girl cleared her throat before sending the silver-haired Princess a pointed stare, nudging at her side. Rhaenyra blinked once, paying no mind to Alicent’s assertive motion but surprisingly felt her heart constrict gently, observing how you anxiously fiddled with your fingers.

As if you regret saying anything in the first place. She refused to turn a blind eye to your silent suffering. She knows you’ll always do the same for her. Those many late nights you snuck into her bedchambers proved your loyalty to her.

A chance to comfort you, no matter how long it may take. She knew you were hurting inside and emotions tend to erupt at the most vulnerable moments. If she’s unable to console you now, it won’t be the last time to brush over this sensitive issue.

Holding your breath, gaze landing on her, observing every movement she portrayed. Her measured breathing, composed posture, and eyes glossed with trepidation.

She hated seeing you upset, much more crying, and not interfering on your behalf. But if you wished not to share your argument with your father, she couldn’t force an explanation.

Rhaenyra’s expression instantly grows earnest at the sound of your plea. She hated witnessing this, feeling like you were pushing away from her. “Yes, we will.” She finally speaks, a mixture of protectiveness and vulnerability, her jaw clenching at the sad mere sight of your tears.

Your shaky breath drew out into a relieved sigh, nodding your head uneasily.

“Good, thank you,” You came closer, grasping out onto their hands, squeezing their hands gently.

“Do you ever wish for us to bring up this topic again?” Rhaenyra mumbled, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then, so be it.”

A broken smile crept upon your lips, mirroring Rhaenyra’s small smile.

“Now where are the gifts we were promised?”

“Rhaenyra!” Alicent exclaimed, bewildered by the Princess’s quick change of demeanor.

“What?” She keenly asked, shrugging it off.

“You’re an impatient dragon, Nyra.” You huffed, the once tense atmosphere replaced by a wholesome one.

“Can you blame me for my bluntness, I was promised a gift so I’m not leaving without one.”

Spinning around, instinctively releasing your hands as you sauntered toward your vanity. The Velaryon girl rummaged through her drawer, using a specific key to unlock the bottom drawer.

“When I was with my siblings in Driftmark about a year ago. I had met these two brothers, no older than me and holding a sparking resemblance to my father, and paid them to make these. The younger brother, Addam, was so sweet and easily trusting…his older brother Alyn, not so much. Anyways, they spent their days fishing for gold in the sea while their mother was a shipwright, Ms. Miranda. She wasn’t married–“

“All unnecessary information, tell us what you got.” Rhaneyra interrupted firmly, scoffing slightly.

You apologized for hopelessly rambling on, seeking out the two hidden jewelry boxes.

“I gave them two bags of gold in compensation to create matching bracelets for us. I asked them to show me how to make the bracelets since it was our friendship anniversary, it’d be a great gift.”

You handed both girls a small box, squealing in excitement when they opened their respective boxes. Inside each box was a box chained gold bracelet, carved beautifully with several ornaments.

“Each one has all of our first names initially designed with a few assortments of seashells by me.”

Each engraved heart initial shone underneath the moonlight, written in cursive, a beautiful piece of penmanship. The three bracelets had three first initials, caterogizing ‘A’, for Alicent, ‘Your First Name Initial’ and ‘R’ for Rhaenyra.

Their silences gave you the wrong impression, feeling a frown overtake your lips.

“Do you guys not like it?”

The Hightower girl was the first to reply, “I love it!” She bashfully smiles, attaching the jewelry around her wrist in adoration and dangling the mini additional trinkets. “The little seashells are so adorable.”

“Originally I had planned for it to have our mother’s house sigil…but I didn’t want to go overboard.”

“Either way, I love it.” The auburn girl nodded in confirmation again, easing your doubts.

“What about you Rhaenyra?” Your attention is focused on your other friend. Holding your hands together in anticipation, a giddy expression plastered on your face, waiting for her opinion. However the more she stayed silent, mindlessly observing the gold-plated bracelet, your hope was quickly replaced by desperation, then slowly followed by dread. The giddy expression disappeared slowly but surely, disregarding your held breath.

You had really hoped she had adored it, just like Alicent did. But it seems it won’t be the same with Rhaenyra. After all, the Princess was harder to please, making your chosen gifts to be more meaningful toward her. The Princess hates insensitive gifts, another reason why kind consideration when picking her gifts is crucial.

Keeping your eyes on the bracelet in the tiny box, “…Do you not like it, Nyra?” Your voice trailed off, not even hiding the disappointment in your tone.

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, an embarrassment to wonder if your friends had overhead the anxious heartrate.

Her neutral expression sent no ounce of ease, only alleviating your anxiety. You hated this. You hated not knowing her current thoughts on the gift.

“It’s something different than what I’m used to,” She started, sparing glances between you and the bracelet still in the tiny box.

“…Is that all?” You trailed off, hesitantly to even continue speaking.

“Therefore, I love it even more because of your dedication and effort.”

“So, you love it?”

“I could never lie to you.” She claims, a small smirk creeping up on her lips.

“Never?”

“I swear it on the Gods.”

“You’re playing with fire.”

“Is that not what us Targaryens are known for?” She rhetorically asked, tilting her head.

“That doesn’t mean we should take their kindness for granted.”

“I suppose so.”

Alicent strolled toward your bed, not disrupting the organized pillows and new bedsheets while Rhaenyra settled on your vanity chair, staring at the round mirror. She observed the several paintings adorning the dresser, smiling at the sight of your alluring presence in each one.

“Perhaps we should wear our bracelets for tomorrow, it’s perfect timing.” The Hightower girl chimed in.

“I agree.” Rhaenyra nods her head, giving a last glance at the jewelry.

“Good, that way we can all have a piece of each other, no matter our distance.” You hummed, intrigued by the glistening moon peering down outside your window.

“Where ever shall we go, Y/N?” Alicent overlooks Rhaenyra’s reaction to your sudden interest in the moon.

The Princess slowly gulped away any admiration, a rosy blush burned across her face as the cold realization settled in. She glimpsed downward at the floor, attempting to admire the architecture but miserably failed. With an flustered yet hidden expression, tightly clenched hands before relaxing them at her sides and collecting her sense of mind.

“I don’t know..” You shrug, focusing your attention back to your friends. “When me and Alicent get married, we might move to our husbands’ homeland.”

“This night was meant to be fun and men-free and to avoid upcoming nuptials, everything regarding adult life. Why bring it up now?” Rhaenyra scoffs at the harsh reminder of life, awaiting them as highborn ladies.

“We all know it’s gonna happen soon, why ignore it?”

“Because that way I can spend more time with you two.”

“Eventually, we’re all going to be married and have kids of our own.”

“Maybe I wish to escape this world; where duty values moreover love. I want to marry someone who my heart desires, not to strengthen a bond between houses.” Rhaenyra explained, her lips tugged into a frown and with a tone of heavy heart, “Obviously, my title as the Princess will remain, I will never give up my royal status for anyone.”

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“Yes, I can, I’m a Princess and I can willfully share it with you and Alicent.” She mused, a hint of wonder in her voice, beaming at the simple possibility.

“You’re impossible at times,”

“How else would I be certain I have your attention?”

“You always do, even without trying.”

“I’m quite remarkable, aren’t I?”

“The most remarkable Targaryen Princess indeed.” You replied, enjoying the little banter.

She stepped closer, now at arm’s length. “As you are the most enticing Velaryon lady.” She tilted her head, gently biting down on her lip.

Alicent cleared her throat, interrupting the small moment between her friends.

“Can we please forget about men and marriages for one night? This is all about us three.”

“You’re right, I apologize for dampening the mood of discussing men and marriages.”

“Good, all is forgiven.” A warm smile slyly appears on her face, now recognizing the little gap between the two. Her gaze slowly rises, focusing on your reaction to the close proximity.

You hummed, clutching at your own wrists behind your back, blissfully unaware of her forthcoming statement.

“Although there is another way to properly confirm your apology if you wish it. It’d be beneficial to both our strengths and possible unknown interests.” Her combined sultry tone and cocky smirk made the butterflies swarm in your stomach. All of your words got stuck at the back of your throat, silencing your speech.

The heat rushed to your cheeks, very grateful that blushes weren’t visible on your melanin skin, but rather by your frantic and flustered actions.

You took a few steps backward, distancing yourself from the Princess’s grasp much to her dismay. In all honesty, Rhaenyra didn’t expect your unusual cold shoulder, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and a defeated expression on her face. Surprisingly, she made no protests to your subtle rejection and brushed it aside.

Just when it was getting entertaining and thrilling, there was an obstacle. Even if your sudden movement, is aimed with the best of intentions because the Princess lacked restraint regarding you. If you had come any closer, she’d render you speechless, stealing your first kiss, finally gaining the glorious moment of tasting your lips.

Seemingly, you missed Rhaenyra’s temptation of reaching out to lure you back in, retracting her hands tentatively, contemplating between her mind and body.

She fought against the urge, withstanding even the strongest temptations, which was you, your presence…oh your perfect soft lips. Oh, how she dreamt of many nights such as this to feel your lips upon hers and wonder how your lips taste.

Dreaming of adoring and kissing your beautiful brown skin, glistening underneath the bright moon or scorching sun, peeking through her window in the comfort of her chambers. No one would disturb her quiet alone company with you, she’d made sure of it. If they did, someone would be relieved of their duties, she wouldn’t risk it.

Not herself or her status. Definitely not you.

Yet, she didn’t mind the idea of having you all to herself, no husband to be jealous over and no nuisance kids to be bothered with.

She’d wake up, kissing and tracing your beautiful brown skin tone, speaking fondly of her admiration of the familiarity. As it would on a bestowed night with her last reminder, hypnotizing her into a peaceful slumber.

You were beautiful, your skin tone was stunning and your lips were addictive.

How could she possibly resist your magnetic charm, especially if your greatest quality was loyalty? The most powerful trait that you flawlessly flaunt about everyday, how could she not love you?

Everything about you was too alluring, she’d be stupid to think otherwise, your power over her held strongly, whether your awareness lacked or not.

Your head hung low, expressing a sheepish manner. A small muttering left your lips, finally meeting their understanding gazes. “It is not entirely your fault, I was just fearful of the future and the lingering effects of our friendship.”

“Let us hope the Gods are in our favor for such a lifelong friendship.” Alicent remains ever so optimistic, despite the unfair circumstances placed on highborn women.

“When are the Gods truly so kind?” Rhaenyra recalls with an eye roll. Her attitude was not directed at Alicent, but rather at the Gods.

“We must promise to remain together, no matter what.” You suggested.

“No matter who we marry.” The auburn girl states quietly but assertively.

“Or how far a distance we are,” Rhaenyra adds on.

The trio of girls nodded in agreement, interlocking their pinkies together, whispering a silent plea to the Gods above.

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[wyrd-syster]

Um, hi, thanks for your post about your inbox being open…I didn’t keep up with tumblr for a few days and now what on earth is happening?

a tumblr user (OP) got upset that they were blocked by a few haladriel accounts after claiming that people who like celeborn/are interested in seeing him join trop/multishippers were not real haladriels but antis in disguise. We've also been accused of essentially being "fake fans" who don't care about the lore, which is....so funny to me. **EDIT: I also want to add that I myself do not like Celeborn! But many of my friends do, and some of them write great Galadriel/Celeborn, and even Galadriel/Celeborn/Sauron fic! And while we disagree about this one fictional elf, I support their excitement and creativity!!** there were some responses made by multishippers in support of "ship and let ship" that did not reference the original post or name OP.

At the same time, members of a private discord were airing their frustrations with OP's post and subsequent reaction in a private channel specifically dedicated to venting. A friend of OP was a member of said discord and took multiple screenshots of multiple conversations, then coordinated a release of a handful of cherry-picked photos on tumblr to prove the discord members were "racist bullies."

The screenshots were both taken and shared in bad faith and the ones that "prove racism" were specifically from a conversation between members of color that occurred before OP's friend even joined the discord.

That's pretty much the sum of it. I feel awful that these screenshots were released, not only because of the severe violation of trust, but for those who may have been referenced in them. Venting is not bullying. These conversations were private with no intention of ever being made public because no one involved wanted to cause any harm. Now, harm has been done under the guise of — honestly, I don't know, helping? somehow? "winning" over shippers you don't agree with? — and there's no way to take that back.

And all over fictional elves!!!

[scarletsky153]

continuation for that another plot bunny,,

Part 1

--

a more in-depth of sukuna's first life,,

keep thinking about SIkuna / hawkuna from my previous post, who thought he got isekaid to jjk world but when he wandered around tokyo while still inside yuuji alongside megumi, nobara, and gojo post-mission, he found his old clinic and promptly having another existential crisis.

SIkuna, who believed his first life is on a different world altogether, suddenly shocked the others around him (and yuuji) when he popped both his eyes and a mouth on yuuji while yelling for them to stop in front of a small and innocuous clinic. it was located on a rough part of town, closer to the red district. yuuji got shocked into stop walking while others got tense, thinking some curses gonna pop around them (even tho gojo is around and his six eyes can see them from afar).

yuuji : "the fuck??"

sikuna : "brat let me take over."

nobara : "hell no?? are you crazy?!"

gojo who got curious : "eh, let him out, yuuji-kun, i got it."

so yuuji let sukuna takes over, who then promptly got inside of the small clinic. sukuna was shocked bcs he found the clinic unchanged, but there's a photo of him from his first life on the wall near the receptionist desk. there's his old (first?) name, ueno keigo, his status as the clinic's founder, and his birth then death date. when he look closer, the face and coloring is nearly identical to takami keigo's which very much unnerved sukuna.

sukuna then promptly asked the receptionist about ueno keigo, claimed to be one of his old patient from small town ueno keigo used to visit, which the receptionist happily told sukuna and the others about ueno keigo. how he was one of japan's youngest surgeon, a brilliant doctor, gruff and famous for his temper and bad bedside manner but got the job done very well. he used to visit small towns and performed nearly free surgery to those who can't afford them, build the current clinic they're on and only ask for minimum repayment from patients who didn't have money while doubled to tripled the cost from rich patients. ueno keigo died in a car crash in 2003, a couple of hours before itadori yuuji was born; the last part sukuna understand the implication of.

he thanked the receptionist, asked where he can donate, and flee from the clinic fast. the others, shocked but still suspicious, followed him a couple of block and into a small abandoned house with 'ueno' sign on the front. gojo could feel that no one was inside the house for a long time, and sukuna knew this too because he leisurely opened the front gate and unlocked the door with a spare key from inside the pot which heightened gojo's suspicious about ueno keigo being sukuna' first life, which was wild because how the fuck an ordinary surgeon became the king of curses?

nobara : "i knew you are a curse but what the fuck are you doing, barging in on empty house?"

sukuna : "brat, this is my house."

yuuji inside sukuna : "WHAT THE FUCK HOW"

sukuna : "you do remember that my life as the king of curses was not my first, right?"

gojo : "ah! of course! but how did an ordinary surgeon became the king of cruses? did you eat people too when you're a doctor?"

sukuna : "like hell! i adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, Six Eyes, and i did no harm. why and how i became the king of curses is a long story currently not important. can you buy this house and its contents from the government?"

gojo : "what's in it for me?"

sukuna : "you can do whatever you want with the house, i only want the books and the trinkets."

gojo : "deal as long as you answer a few questions from us!"

sukuna knew he can't really escape the six eyes and the students, busying himself with cleaning the living room while answering their questions, even tho his answers are full of sass and snark. he told them his motivation to be a surgeon (mostly spite bcs at that time, a lot of small town folks demean him for his coloring and his orphaned status and told him he can't be anything worthy esp a doctor, so he did it out of spite), about why he visited small towns and basically did surgery for free (payback to those who help him along the way but wasnt there anymore so he paid it forward), whether he had curse energy or not (probably small? like the managers and windows, enough to feel them and occasionally saw them but not enough to understand what the fuck was that. the world is weird, i just accept it was shits i don't know yet), how he died (the receptionist already told you its from car crash, right?!), and his life as sukuna-the-sorcerer (i didn't remember being ueno, fushiguro. at least i'm good at field medic during emergency. had to do a lot of crazy shits to survive during the heian era, including becoming the strongest sorcerer at that time. got trapped and betrayed, got so angry that when i got killed i became a special grade curse immediately).

in the end, gojo did buy the house and had people pack the books and trinkets and bring them to jujutsu high to a room besides yuuji's. he also quietly donated money to the small clinic, thinking the king of curses definitely has more depth than people thought, and maybe there's hope for sukuna after yuuji ate nearly all of the fingers.

(probably it's ok for gojo to simp and have a crush on the king of curses, especially when sukuna remember being a human more than being a curse).

meanwhile, yuuji also want to donate his money to the clinic, which sukuna forbid bcs there's no need for that, the clinic survived his death for more than a decade, it could survive more, but megumi and nobara also wanted to and sukuna can't really do anything to it so he only watch in despair. he also talked to shoko about medical things, which improved his standing on the jujutsu high and gojo is more determined to help sukuna survive and acquire his own body.

afterwards, if one of the first (and somehow second) year student got hurt, they went to sukuna first instead of shoko bcs they knew shoko is overworked. sukuna is regretting everything.

(gojo made a lot of copy from sukuna-as-ueno keigo's photos esp during his youth because damn, he's handsome af and if they gonna make sukuna his own body they need some visual samples)

(sukuna still confused bcs he remembered jjk plot but he also remember his life as ueno keigo started early and when the anime exist are only the old ones. when he died for the fourth time, he found out one of the deity responsible for reincarnation accidentally botched his cycle when he reborn as sukuna so as an apology they put jjk timeline/spoilers/foresight to his memory after he reborn as takami keigo/hawks so when he came back as sukuna-inside-yuuji he can change the world)

(feel free to use this long-ass post as inspiration or something!! i... probs gonna write them on ao3, like, maybe??? probably???? yeah,,)

[loki-valeska]

While I appreciate the compliment, I can’t fully take credit for noticing these color pallette homages lol

While I was able to pick up on about a third of the pallette homages while playing, I did not get them all lmao. The rest I got from this video after I had realized they were homages and decided to check online to see if anyone else noticed them.

It’s a very interesting video and I recommend people watch it. I’m actually using it as a mark for how many I’ve done so far

I procrastinated so much on this one lmao

I was not looking forward to drawing more armor. As you can also see, I grabbed a model from Blender for the reference.

[neptune-the-elf-demon]

New oc moment rahhhhh

It's gonna take me a while to color her because I'm busy with school and also their kandi bracelets are going to have so many colors (it's silly but it's gonna be a pain to draw)

(also she's an oc inspired by @paranormal-peri like Valentine is. tho I mostly made her to give Valentine a friend at work, the two of them are besties :3)

Anyways here she is! Some background for her under cut!

(EDIT: I added her to my artfight profile as a WIP so like, go there to check out some more information on her link to it is in my intro post :3)

A scientist at a paranormal institute, she's passionate about her work and treating her test subjects with decency. Energetic, loud, and creative, June tends to scary off or piss off her fellow scientists and works alone because of that. Well, except for Valentine. He doesn't mind their antics. She pursues the paranormal after their twin sister's death, as her sister was pursuing it before she died. June also studies it to try and find out why she feels like there's gaps in their memory, why looking at clown dolls and confetti poppers makes them want to sob for an unknown reason. And so they investigate the paranormal, hoping it provides answers to her endless questions.

(she had a fairy godmother that was shared with her sister but I haven't gotten that far into their lore. all I have is the fairy is themed around a confetti popper and liked clowns a lot.)

[galactaknightyaoi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GALACTA KNIGHT!!!! And congratulations to Meta Knight for experiencing the Cain Instinct for the first time.

Galacta Knight, as you might've been able to tell already, is one of my favorite characters, and KSSU is one of my favorite games (the original SS was my introduction to Kirby!) so I wanted to go all out. Happy day, old man. I pray for at least 20 more years.

Oh, and don't worry! He's not upset about the cake smash, he thinks it's funny. And he got back at him.

As for the in-universe explanation for there being 16 candles in his cake?

... 500+ didn't fit in safely.

The birthday boy and his family were just a bit too flammable.

[cerealmonster15]

jamiazu / ashenviper week day 6: toxic yaoi overblot

SORRY it's very much a rushed mess especially in the lower half jdkslfjksd i was v busy today and trying to hurry to get something done for this before midnight [covers up the clock... i was close enough,,, it's still day 6 in some time zones jkfdlsjfs]

unfortunate that the overblots have so much going on and take me ten billion years to draw otherwise i think id like drawing them more bc they LOOK VERY COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[can-of-slorgs]

I'm personally blaming @starbiology and everyone who has reblogged or commented the other piece for this.

Bonus comic featuring my grundo: