#dani i hope this did your boy some justice

[emacrow]

So you know the movie Ponyo

What I'm really trying to ask is do you know the mother and the father are like a little thing where the mother looks like an epic Sea Goddess cuz she is and he looks like a sad sickly old man

I'm just imagine that Klarion and Danny

Like Danny looks like an epic beautiful star Death god powerful in the way he moves but it's subtle like he's slowly comforting you to death

And Klarion looks like a crazy witch boy with a cat who look like he's out right feral and about to throw a pipe bomb at you just because he can

I'm just imagining what happens is Young/Dark Justice is worried about Klarion he's been gone for a while and they're wondering what he's planning I imagine they're surprised when they see him with a Lazarus pit

It's a specially surprising when electric entity sticks their head out of the Lazarus pit and starts talking to Klarion as the JLD and YJL hide there waiting for Klarion into demand help our power they watch this being completely start flirting with Klarion

I imagine Klarion and Danny's conversation going like this

Danny: Hello there my amazing chaos what have you came to talk to me about this time

He puts his hands up to pick up Klarion and bring him closer to his face

Klarion: It's that stupid Doctor Fate it's like he doesn't understand too much balance can ruin the order of the world I might love chaos but that would cause a chaos I couldn't even control

Klarion sits down and Danny's hands rubbing his head on one of Danny's fingers as comfort

Danny: Oh my love I could always talk to him and get him to try slow it down a bit if that's what you need

Danny's face turns into one of concern as he says that slowly starting to move around in the bigger than normal Lazarus pit that Klarion found for him

Klarion: No starlight me and Teekl have that old fart handled how about you tell me about your day instead did you find any more stars how is the balance between life and death doing for you

Danny puts him back down as a twinkle goes in to his eyes as he lays down in Lazarus water slowly starting to swim around as he say

Danny: oh Klarion life and death has been amazing and there's a new Star nursery that I found out there it's just wonderful

After Danny says that he pauses for a moment and presents to go underneath the water he comes out looking smaller with white hair and still wearing the same clothing he was wearing when he was larger surprising Klarion by grabbing his hands

Danny: oh Klarion my dear I have an idea how about we let Dr.Fate have what he wants for once in his miserable life let him have order without the balance that he needs that should show him that he needs you should it not

Klarion takes a second to think through It after he does he grabs Danny's hands right back

Klarion: that's an amazing idea Danny I'll stay with you in the infinite realms let's see how Dr Fate work without chaos helping him keep the balance

After that Danny kisses Klarion on the cheek using the the Lazarus pits to take him and Klarion to somewhere called the infinite realms

I'm sorry this is my first time really writing out Klarion I don't know how to write out characters that well I hope it was good that is what I really like is YJ and JLD was just reacting to this conversation since like the plan was listen and find information

You bet damn right that Dr Fate would have trouble keeping the balance, and would probably have the justice league trying to find Klarion because he thinks he up to something but in reality Klarion is in the middle of deep space, playing around with the stars as Danny is molding and feeding the baby star nursery to build a new universe in the making.

Dani is probably with him doing looping loops playing with star dust while Dan beat up any asteroids that had bad bacteria and let some of the good meteorites in that has good bacteria, and frozen water inside of them.

By the the time Justice league figured it out, probably the Green lantern, Hal. He probably gobsmacked and godsmacked straight back where he came form accidentally by Danny's star fueled cape.

[wandixx]

Greeting comrades,

I’m Wandixx, a history enthusiast, baby writer and budding artist. Grab your tea/coffee/juice or whatever else beverage you favor and let’s go!

I’m part of the DPxDC fandom so my fics are from here. And this list exists so we all can find anything on this blog, welcome!

Here is my AO3:

My finished fics/prompt fills:

“Blood Blossom”:

Desperate times require desperate solutions. When, after escaping GIW, Danny gets trapped by the Justice League, he has only one way to get out of it. Eating a Blood Blossom. (this one includes a sad and happy ending!)

“Contingencies”:

Danny lives with Bats and it all seems to go pretty well. Until they find his contingency plans, including ones against himself, that were just over glorified suicide to-do list. How the hell are they supposed to handle that (that’s a chunky boi, over 20k)

“Ghost of fries and hero of cookies”

Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of a local hero? And he looked like he needed a bad day combo anyway. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, art AO3 link

“Reverse summoning”:

It’s always DC characters summoning Danny. How about we do this another way around? Danny was desperate for a mentor and help (and some cold medicine). How- What- Why is Wonder Woman standing in his bedroom? 

“Unknown, the Wandering Hero”:

Unknown was who Justice League called the friendly anonymous hero, who kept helping them with ghosts. Only one with powers working on them. It just turns out, they were much younger than everyone expected. Danny went through a lot lately and the less people knew who he was, the less likely he was to return to the operating table.

Actively posted fics:

"You'll never find the answers"

M'gann was having an amazing day. She met with her civilian friends, drank an amazing smoothie, saw a cute dog. For a few hours, she didn't have to think about problems that took more than 20 minutes to solve. For a few hours, she could just be Megan. And then there was a scream of a woman, mother, who thought too loud and faded too fast and M'gann wasn't enough to save her and it made her whole world come crashing down. And then Danny found her, with a soft smile and patient voice. He kneeled beside her to pick up the pieces. And shards cut them both in the process. 1, 2, 3 AO3 link Art by Clockworkclown

"GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice" (may change hah)

Young Justice wanted a chill afternoon for once, hanging out at amusment park. And then, Danny was attacked by some freaks in white suits. Well, it seems there are villains to make fun of and... did somone mention ✨an evil lab✨? part 1

Stuff that I shared snippets of:

"Danny and Wally are chaos incarnate"

"Dani's dress-up game and Batman's rouge gallery" (also known as "serious chaos one-shot snippet")

"GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice" part 1

"Danny, the Young Justice member" random ideas part 1, part 2

The stuff I have somewhere on paper and would love to share if asked.

Make yourself at home, and I hope you’ll like it here!

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Part 2:Danny's happy talk with Superman that definitely starts everyone off on the right foot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47818321/chapters/120907324

“It's not right, Dad. Conner shouldn’t be treated like that,” Dani insisted, her eyes glowing fiercely.

“I couldn’t agree more, Dani but I’m not supposed to ‘interfere’ with the matters of ‘mortals’.” Danny responded remembering the latest lecturer he got from the observants. An intro into being one of the most powerful beings in the universe. All it really summed down to was hands-off until absolutely necessary. Being the King was way more boring than he expected.

Danny looked at Clockwork hoping they would side with him. Not wanting to draw attention to himself. He was almost ready to begin his senior year. He didn’t want to go near the JL, they could cause a lot of problems for Amity Park and him personally.

“I think a conversation could be good for both Conner and Kal-El.” Clockwork shifted into their young adult form with a grin. Danny narrowed his eyes, he knew when the Ancient was planning something.

“I guess I can have a talk with him,” Danny sighed as Danielle jumped up thanking him with a big hug.

The main members of the Justice League were called to a meeting by John Constantine. He wanted to discuss a potential threat to the supernatural from the US government. The members were hesitant to come to the meeting, however, after some convincing from Bruce that Constantine’s issue was legitimate they all agreed to come. John started his slideshow.

The topic was an intro to the supernatural and how we should leave it alone. There was a collective mirth among the attendees because anyone who knew the man knew that he could not leave well enough alone. It could be said that Constantine preferred to poke at the supernatural with a stick until something interesting happened.

“As you all know, after a ghost single-handedly took out hundreds of US government facilities and went with The Pandora to the US Congress to get them to not nuke the Infinite realms. A measure which only barely passed and still left corrupt laws and the government organization that was going to Nuke the realms intact.”

“And then they learned not to start dimensional warfare and ideally leave those threats to us, no big.” The flash interjected. Constantine pinched the bridge of his nose. They had a long way to go.

“Mate, it’s a big deal. Out of all the special entities they could piss off, they pissed off the one who should not under any circumstances even risk irritating the tiniest bit.” Before anyone could respond a new unfamiliar voice sounded from the other side of the room.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I need to talk to Superman.” Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. They saw a teen whose age was hard to place. He looked like he could be as young as fourteen yet somehow at the same time as old as nineteen. He had a soft glow to him. He had fluffy white hair and Lazarus green eyes. On his left arm, he had Lichtenberg figures racing up his left arm that were eventually covered by a black T-shirt with a green NASA logo, blue jeans, and Converse-style shoes where the canvas was green like the boy’s eyes and the rubber parts were black. Everyone was too focused on the boy to notice Constantine drop the cigarette from his mouth. His eyes were wide, his jaw slack, and his hands shaking. Superman got up to greet the boy and walked up to him.

“How did you get in here?”

“Portal, but that’s not important. We need to talk.” Superman grossly misinterpreted the Boy’s reasoning for needing to talk.

“I see, well I’m Superman, but you can call me Clark.” The man of steel shook the boy’s hand.

“I'm Danny Fenton, Phantom, Danny Phantom.” Danny was pissed at himself for that mistake. He never let the secret identity slip, of course, it had to happen in front of his heroes. Unfortunately, that slip-up confirmed Superman’s misconception.

“It’s always good to meet a new hero, I would be happy to help mentor you, there’s even a team of young heroes around your age I can introduce you to,” Danny held his hand up in a full stop motion.

“I don’t need a mentor, look Clark we need to talk.”

“Look kid, I know it doesn’t seem like it…” Danny pursed his lips and Constantine let out a desperate sound somewhere between a groan and a croak.

“Not a Kid…”

“Look, I know you think you’re mature at this age, but a new meta like you….”

“I’m not a meta, I’m a ghost, ya know dead and everything.” As Danny explained, Superman once again misinterpreted Danny’s intentions, also thinking this was some grand test Constantine organized.

“I see, so how did you die, who killed you and how can we help?” Superman said with undeserved confidence. Constantine finally out of his shock muttered a small desperate “Aww fuck.”

Danny’s reaction was almost unnoticeable except for a small flash of green in his eyes. Internally he had a flashback. The feeling of the electricity burning its way through his body tearing it apart. The pain of all his muscles being forced to contract. The smell of his flesh burning, the echo of his scream, the feeling of the wave of ectoplasm that tore him apart and reconstructed him cell by cell. The memories and emotions. How betrayed he felt that his parents left the lab unguarded and basically allowed him to die. His anger at them for having the on switch on the inside of the portal. The worry about if the portal out right exploded and hurt his friends and sister. The despair he felt that his life was cut short, how he would never become an astronaut. Never see Space. He relived all of this in an instant.

Danny grabbed Superman and threw him through the nearest wall in frustration. He took a second to look at the damage he caused. Glad it was only one wall that he threw the man through. He had finally gotten the hang of his power level, thankful for this new base form that limited his power.

“Ope, sorry about that, but Clark we really need to talk about your son Conner.” Superman picked himself up angry that this untrained meta kid lost his temper over something so stupid as a question as to how they could help him. Now the kid wants to talk about that thing Lex created.

“You mean the clone, that thing?” Superman asked, wondering when Conner had time to even talk to this new kid he never heard of before.

“Excuse you?” Danny said with a wave of sharp anger. He called a clone a thing. He called someone like his daughter, the most important person in the world to him. He called them a thing. Bruce was perceptive enough to see Danny’s rising anger. He attempted to tell Danny he had been working with Clark on how to work with Conner. The dark knight’s attempt to placate Danny failed.

“What do you mean excuse me, look I was violated and that clone is nothing but an imperfect reminder of that violation!”

“And your feelings are perfectly valid, but that doesn’t excuse you for treating Conner like shit.” Danny ground out.

“But watch yourself when speaking about the Mirror Born in my presence,” Danny warned as his voice now carried an unnatural echo. The Man of Steel scoffed at the term Mirror Born, did this kid really celebrate, perhaps even honor such violations of genetic autonomy? Clark was about to speak up before being interrupted by Constantine.

“Supes, please just shut the fuck…”

“Mind your own business, Constantine.” Superman ordered before turning to Danny.

“Look, kid, you don’t need to use some fancy new term to placate the feelings of those things, none of them are here. I need you to understand, I do tolerate Conner.” Danny’s mind boiled with rage. It was clear that he wasn’t going to get through to the man. He couldn’t even start the conversation properly. No wonder his daughter seemed so out of sorts. He only had two words to use to respond to the supposed hero.

“Fright Knight!” His order echoed through the realms as the massive black armored knight appeared behind Superman and sent the soul shredder through his chest sending him to the nightmare dimension before disappearing.

The justice league didn’t know what happened. All they knew Danny did was something to Superman, so they all attacked. Well, everyone except Dr. Fate, Shazam, Constantine, and Zatanna. Danny casually evaded all of their attacks, not even the Flash using his speed could touch Danny despite the Flash feeling like he was still faster than the boy. Danny kept this up for ten minutes before ordering the Fright Knight once again.

Superman popped back into existence. Danny slammed Superman to the ground and released an ectoplasmic wave of energy that knocked all the other heroes back. With a foot on Superman's chest, he spoke his voice loudly echoing through the room. If anyone was paying attention they would have heard a second almost feminine voice layering in over Danny’s.

“Listen to me closely Kal-El, you need to realize that the mirror born have their own life. Their own hopes, and fears. They could even be progressively aged faster, however, they still seek the same things any of us do. Love, acceptance, guidance, a sense of belonging are all they ask for from us.

I suggest getting a therapist to work through your issues, however, I will give you one month to begin to repair your relationship with Conner.” Danny then pulled a bunch of various pamphlets on top of Superman. They ranged from, ‘so you’ve been cloned’, ‘how to forgive a clone who tried to kill you’, all the way to ‘how to raise your clone as your own child’.

Danny then turned to look at Constantine, “It looks like you just started your lessons on dealing with ghosts.” There was a distinctive change in Danny, his eyes were the biggest change. The sclera was bright green and his pupils were the darkest black that Constantine had ever seen. It was like they had absorbed all light leaving nothing behind. Like endless black holes.

“John Thomas Constantine, ̸̢̪̉t̵͉̩͊̌é̴͚a̴͔̥͆̂c̸̪̳̔͝h̷̖̞̃̎ ̶̢͔̅͐ę̸̘̈́̕v̸̝͙̈̊e̷̗͚͋ṙ̴̞̜y̸͕̤̒ǫ̸͕̉̔n̸̯̄e̵̥̠̓͗ ̷̢̧̄h̸̟͗o̴̺̩̅w̷̝͌ ̵͚̈́́t̷̖̍̀o̵̠͝ ̴͖̍͠ͅp̸̡̞̎̌r̸̞̝͋͘o̶̎̎͜p̵̰̉ͅę̶̛̔r̸̦̻̂ļ̷̳̏ÿ̷̭̺́ ̵͚̗̅͘ŕ̶͎̇e̷̛̯͊s̸͔̃̄p̸͘ͅe̵̢̘̍ĉ̷̺̜̄ţ̷͗̕ͅ ̷̩͉͆t̸̥͔̔̐h̸̻̊e̴̝͘̕ ̸͉́͂ ̸͓̱͌́a̴̢̓n̶̺̺͂̋c̸̗͋͜ị̶̀̀ḛ̷̭̀͊n̷̳͍̾t̸͓̭͠s̷̩͆͛.

 I suggest you start with etiquette.” 

There was definitely another voice layered with Phantom’s, it was a feminine voice that was exactly a perfect fifth above Phantom’s own. Danny tilted his head and looked at the occultist with a grin that looked like a feral saber-toothed cat before disappearing. Constantine turned to look at Superman who was being helped to his feet by Wonder Woman and Batman.

“Clark how the absolute fuck did you manage to piss off the King of the Infinite Realms before we even sent a delegation to smooth things over with him, you absolute wanker!”

[ichooseviolence]

There's a specific type of humor that I love in ASoIaF, and it's mostly sarcasm. Even characters that I absolutely loath make me laugh because the deliverance of their quips are so on point that I have to respect it. Tom of Sevenstrings, Jaime, Tyrion, Eddison Tollett, Olenna, Genna Lannister, Oberyn, Cersei, Euron, Renly, even Petyr. Dany has a couple moments that make me chuckle as well.

But I might actually add Sansa to the list, because some of her quips are perfection.. If she was in a healthy environment she would probably let loose on the sarcasm and take no survivors.

The older man in white spoke to Sansa gently. "Ofttimes Ser Ilyn frightens me as well, sweet lady. He has a fearsome aspect." "As well he should." The queen had descended from the wheelhouse. The spectators parted to make way for her. "If the wicked do not fear the King's Justice, you have put the wrong man in office." Sansa finally found her words. "Then surely you have chosen the right one, Your Grace," she said, and a gale of laughter erupted all around her. -AGoT Sansa I

"...It's almost as good as if some wolf killed your traitor brother. Maybe I'll feed him to wolves after I've caught him. Did I tell you, I intend to challenge him to single combat?" "I should like to see that, Your Grace." More than you know. Sansa kept her tone cool and polite, yet even so Joffrey's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he tried to decide whether she was mocking him." -ACoK Sansa I

"She must learn to hide her feelings better, so as not to anger Joffrey. When she heard that the Imp had sent Lord Slynt to the Wall, she had forgotten herself and said, "I hope the Others get him." The king had not been pleased." - ACoK Sansa II (this one literally took me out)

"Dontos was prattling on. "If I were still a knight, I should have to put on armor and man the walls with the rest. I ought to kiss King Joffrey's feet and thank him sweetly." "If you thanked him for making you a fool, he'd make you a knight again," Sansa said sharply." -ACoK Sansa IV

"Ser Meryn Trant held the blood bay for Joffrey to mount. Boy and horse alike wore gilded mail and enameled crimson plate, with matching golden lions on their heads. The pale sunlight flashed off the golds and reds every time Joff moved. Bright, shining, and empty, Sansa thought." -ACoK Sansa V (this one made me smirk)

"Curses are only in songs and stories." That seemed to amuse him. "Has someone made a song about Gregor Clegane dying of a poisoned spear thrust? Or about the sellsword before him, whose limbs Ser Gregor removed a joint at a time? That one took the castle from Ser Amory Lorch, who received it from Lord Tywin. A bear killed one, your dwarf the other. Lady Whent's died as well, I hear. Lothstons, Strongs, Harroways, Strongs...Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it." "Then give it to Lord Frey." -AFfC Alayne I

[dreamfyre03]

A Dragon's Love

Warnings: Grief, mentions of death

Chapter 16: Grief and Dreams

Daenys sat in her room reading another book Jace had brought her, this time, a novel about a princess who fell in love with a dashing prince, but was stolen away by the evil sorcerer. It was quite engrossing, and she almost didn’t hear when the door opened, and Rhaenyra entered. “Sister.” She greeted her, surprised. “Daenys.” She stood across from her. 

“Have you come to kill me?” She asked her. “Despite my earlier outbursts, for now, your life is safe. You are better off to any of us alive than dead, and I’m no kinslayer.” Her sister replied. “Then why are you here?” “To give you a chance. The first strike has been landed against the greens, justice for their crimes. You can escape their fate, if you swear allegiance to me as your Queen.” Daenys felt fear creeping up her spine at her sister’s eerily calm voice. 

“Rhaenyra… what have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything. Daemon, however, has many friends, people in all places, in King’s Landing.You might be especially interested to know her a butcher they call Blood, and a rat-catcher they call Cheese.” She revealed. Daenys imagined the worse praying that her siblings were alive… Aemond… 

“My son’s death has been avenged, sister. A life for a life. A son for a son.” She said in a menacing fashion. 

She felt a ringing in her ears, and her heart hammering in her chest. The realisation hit her so hard it physically sucked all the strength out of her body that kept her standing. Daenys fell to her knees, as a sob overtook her. Aemond had no sons. Which could only mean…

No. 

Not sweet Jaehaerys. Not the little boy she held when he came out of her sister’s womb, smiling and giggling happily. Not Helaena’s pride and joy, and Aegon’s little miniature. 

Daenys felt the last thread of hope in her snap, letting out a guttural cry as she mourned the loss of the nephew she loved as her own son. “He was a child, Rhaenyra! An innocent child!” She screamed, not even feeling the stone floors bruising her knees. “So was my son!” Her sister shouted back at her. “But this is war, and war is not fair sister. You have a choice. You can choose your rightful Queen, or you can leave see what awaits you if you lay your life down for the Usurper King.” She said, shutting the door behind her as she felt. 

Leaving Daenys there, wailing and crying on the floor, nothing but a ball of grief on the ground, truly and utterly broken. 

She laid there on the floor for hours, not even registering the soft opening and closing of the door, and Jace’s voice that softly called out her name. She felt numb, lifeless. She knew Rhaenyra would want some form of debt for Lucerys’s death, but never did she think her sister was capable of masterminding the death of an innocent boy. The war was raging for probably a month, but to Daenys it felt like an eternity. Perhaps it was her grief, or her captivity talking. She felt like the days before her father died were nothing but distant memories. Dragonriding with Helaena, drinking and laughing with Aegon, poor Daeron, she wished she had more time with him, and Aemond, her beloved Aemond. It wasn’t until she felt her body being raised up and she saw Jace’s face did she register his presence. “Please talk to me, can you hear me?” He asked nervously, and she felt a cool hand touch her cheek. 

“He was just a child, Jace. Barely a boy, still so much like a babe. He still slept with his sister. When he was a babe, when he first said my name, he called me ‘Dany’. Just like Aegon did when we were children.” She didn’t know why she was rambling on like this, but surprisingly, Jace just sat next to her on the ground and listened. “Alicent was overjoyed Aegon had an heir. But Helaena, my sweet sister, she was just happy to have a child. She was so young when she had him, but I saw in the childbed, the moment she held him, there was nothing but love in her eyes.” Jace took her hand in his reassuringly, and in her grief she didn’t give the gesture a passing thought.

“Aegon was terrified to hold him, and Jaehaera. But when I finally convinced him to, it was as if all the pain in his heart simply melted away, and he felt genuine, true happiness in those moments. And now, that sweet child, a ray of light in his parents’ lives, is gone. Gods know I would have traded my life for his in a heartbeat.” 

“Don’t say that.” Jace spoke softly. She turned to look at him. “I would. I wish Rhaenyra had chosen to take my life to settle the debt, than his. I would have laid my life down smiling. I have spent my life trying to love my family, protect them, with what little power a woman has, and I could not help him. I left to go North to give them all a better chance of staying alive, and it has all been for nought.” 

Jace simply kept holding her hand, and Daenys had to ask. “Did you know?” “No. I had no idea until we received a raven from King’s Landing, announcing the death of Prince Jaehaerys, and proclaiming Prince Maelor as Aegon’s heir.” 

“I suppose you are glad, your brother’s death is avenged.”

He sighed. “Killing a child is not justice. Only killing the man responsible is.”

Her mind instantly went to Aemond, Daenys had no doubt he was blaming himself entirely. She needed to feel his arms around her, she needed to cry and grieve in the arms of someone who loved those children as much as she did.

“Please, eat, and get some rest. I’ll come back to see you in the morning.” He said, getting up, and helping her to her feet. She rose and went and sat at the table, where a plate of food was, she didn’t even recall hearing or seeing a servant come in. 

Before he shut the door, he turned around and called her. “Daenys?” She looked at him.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” 

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“You mother would be livid if she knew you were in my rooms at such an ungodly hour.” “Ah yes, but she won’t know, will she, sweet sister?” Aemond grinned as he watched her sitting up on the floor in front of the fire in her room, letting the heat warm her skin as they shared a bottle of Dornish wine Aegon left in her rooms earlier that day. Her skin was flushed from the heat and the wine. Her hair was slightly tousled from being roused from sleep, but she didn’t mind. He had a nightmare, and couldn’t return to sleep, so he sought her  out instead, needing her presence to clear his mind. The firelight on her skin made her appear like a goddess radiating the beauty of Old Valyria, and when she drank again, and passed the bottle back to him, his eye couldn’t leave her frame as he watched her slip her sage coloured robe from her shoulders, exposing her pure alabaster skin to him, her shoulders bare but for the straps of her nightgown. Her wine stained lips curved into a kind, empathetic smile. “Do you feel better, brother?” She asked him softly, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. 

“Mmm” was his only response, as his eye closed, relaxing into her touch. She giggled, the wine’s effects beginning to show. “Aegon will be jealous when he learns I’ve taken his drinking partner.” Aemond said. She laughed. “I suppose you’ll have to learn to share me.” “I don’t think I could ever share you with anyone.” The wine loosened his tongue, and he realised his words, worrying that they would perturb her, but she simply gave him an affectionate smile, and shifted over to lie into his chest, and he tried not to look down her nightdress, but couldn’t resist the urge, and glanced downward to see the curve of her breast. “Well, you’ll have to learn. I received a letter from Daeron this morning.” “Mmm” “He’s excited to return for my name day. I told him he should come for yours instead, it’s only a few moons after, but he aches to return home.” “I would imagine so.” He couldn’t resist the urge and took advantage of their wine induced states, and pulled her closer to him, keeping his arm on her waist. She was so warm, and soft, and-

Aemond woke with a start in his bed, his sheets soaked with sweat, and Daenys’s name on his lips. Even in sleep, she haunted him. But he felt it was a blessing that she haunted his dreams, at least that way, the gods let him see her face. 

[hellsbellschime]

Hello, here to give you some context about the people attacking you: Lina is a person who is obsessed with Rhaegar x Lyanna, has been around the fandom for many years and is known to always start fights with every corner of the fandom, especially with people who don't think Rhaegar is a saint who did nothing wrong ever. Went as far to call Rhaegar a ephebophile instead of a p*dophile, as if that somehow makes it okay. Regarding her IRL opinions, she's very weird about Putin and issues regarding POC, which is often expressed through her opinions about fictional characters/races/families and has even expressed transphobic opinions. I've encountered her on twitter countless times; I'm neither pro-team Green or pro-team Black, yet she has been so awful and hateful that she's been called out numerous of times and most people know they should avoid her, both on twitter and tumblr. Brideoffires previously known as yendany has also been cancelled on tumblr before, I remember them from my old political tumblr days, they were called out as being anti black, racist, fetishiser of gay men and a weirdo overall. These people, along with the rest of "targnation" have been around the fandom for a long time, they will attack anyone they disagree with, including fellow Dany and Targaryen fans who don't "stan" Daenerys hard enough to their liking. If they don't like you, it means you're doing something right. I've always liked Daenerys, as a POC myself I've had issues with how racist her storyline is written, which has nothing to do with Daenerys, but the writer himself - and I got attacked for it and accused of being a "white bitch" which just puts me off the character and fandom and is extremely toxic and deranged. "Targnation" is known for being awful, attacking actors, being extremely racist and sexist and borderline transphobic, considering their treatment of Emma D'arcy when the HOTD casting was announced. This attack on you isn't because those people care about social justice, they've just branded you as a "Dany anti" and because they can't give a proper response to your metas and videos, they'd rather attack your personality and accuse of you things that aren't true, as they often do. All of this goes beyond fiction; war, racism, xenophobia, antisemitism is so much more important than "stan wars". It's not something you get to use as a "gotcha moment" because you disagree over fiction. It's absolutely disgusting. This fandom disappoints me every day. Anyway, keep being you, keep sharing your opinions, keep learning and growing. You're a gem in this fandom of awfulness, you're so well-spoken and smart and I hope you don't let these people get to you with their harassment and bullying because they've chased away a huge part of the fandom already. Sending love <3

Oh boy, well hello my fellow white bitch! And yeah, I don't know who this is nor do I really want to find out given what's been going on, but none of this is particularly shocking to hear. Obviously there are unhinged stans in every fandom, but it sucks when they make everything suck for everyone else. And thanks for the support but no one needs to worry about me, I survived the fucking Klaroline fandom so some kooks I've never heard of going nuclear on me is fairly old hat. It generally takes a lot for me to internalize this kind of fuckery and the only thing that actually bothers me is being misrepresented, and I feel like I made myself clear so at least people can form their opinions of me based on reality rather than the unhinged rantings of people who don't know me and who I don't know. Ultimately however people act is on me and not them, and stuff like this really is analogous to someone screaming "bitch" out of their car window as they drive by so it is not something I take personally, it is just weird because, due to the nature of social media, doing that can actually lead to some other people being like "wait what maybe they're right?"

[stars-and-clouds]

Everytime I see this Tolkien vs Martin take it makes me so sad... (not referring to OP but the above reblog).

They write completely differently and create absolutely different worlds but have the same theme of hope and the triumph of goodness. People don't understand that for Martin heroism is not always saving the world. For him it is saving a horse from a slow death so it doesn't suffer, it is speaking up for your rights even if it leads to failure. He has said that it is the smallest acts of bravery that are heroic and small acts of bravery can only happen in a bleak world. We all don't have to be knights to be heroic.

Martin writes without the ring but with its effects. The ring is the person's heart instead. Everyone is capable of good and evil and all of Martin's characters are tempted with everything they've ever wanted throughout all his works. Do they take it? If they do, did they do so knowing its cost? If the cost is too much, they're going to suffer its consequences. Theon, Quentin, Tywin, Catelyn, Jaime, Rhaenyra; you name it. They've all fallen to their worst instincts and some are now realising their follies and trying to be better.

It is through fighting the worst of someone's instincts that their true self comes out, like the difference between Galadriel vs Boromir when they were tempted by the ring. Just like that, Robert chooses debauchery, ignorance and gluttony under the pressure of king-hood but Dany chooses courage, sacrifice and benevolence under the pressure of her queen-hood.

Martin's world is not as easy to navigate as Tolkien's is. I suppose that is what people don't like. And that is fine, you do you. But please try to understand Martin, just a little bit.

The Aragorn of this world is a sixteen yr old, bastard boy who grew up being alienated and bullied and STILL chose to be a good person and do the right thing by saving the those who couldn't protect themselves even though he knew its consequences (and he has just been served those consequences by being killed by his own sworn brothers because he tried to do what was good but broke his oath). Sam saved Gilly and her son despite that being against his oaths because that was the right thing to do and due of that a suffering girl and her infant son are alive and around a good man instead of who she was around. Jaime argues against his fellow knights when the king is molesting his wife, saying that we should protect her but he's told no. He was a teenager and he stood up for justice. That's what is heroic about him. Later, he kills king Aerys, the person he was sworn to protect, because Aerys was going to kill a city full of people. All three of these main characters break their oaths to do the right thing because the oaths are wrong if they hurt the people they are meant to protect. THAT'S the message Martin is giving. And that is what Martin plays around with. The ever present grey area in everything and everyone. Not that evil is fun but that evil exists inside everyone and you're heroic if you fight against it in any way, internally or externally.

Most of the time these 'Martin bad, Tolkien good' takes are made by people who love one or the other, but I love both lotr and Martin's fiction, including asoiaf, and I have to say that Martin is an idealist. He is a dreamer and he is hopeful. He stands for good and, as much as people don't like to believe it, he is anti-war and anti-violence (he's a proper hippie from the Vietnam War bruh). But just because he is against all that, doesn't mean it doesn't exist in the world. His beliefs show in his works as the characters shining the brightest at their least violent and it being portrayed as the noblest solution (eg.: Davos saying that the life of a single child is worth 'everything' even if losing it saves the world. Because a world like that is not a good world, even if it is saved. Or Ned telling Cercei to run instead of snitching to Robert because he wanted to save her and her children.) and the worst solutions resulting in needless death and loss are portrayed as the least desirable even if they get the characters what they want. Jon in the books will not stab Dany as he kisses her because THat iS tHe RigHt tHinG tO do, it is the cowardly and least difficult thing to do. (Show viewers might not know this but the way he killed Danaerys is actually a parallel to one of the evilest stories in the books which of Azor Ahai and Nissa Nissa. Idfk why D&D put that in, those fucking imbeciles). It is because of his deep belief in anti-war that the book will not at all end the way the show ended.

Every time someone writes an asoiaf (asoiaf i.e the books, not the show game of thrones. They're vastly different.) vs lotr take, I feel they cannot just appreciate both of the genres for what they are. It's like Martin bad bc dark fantasy, Tolkien good bc high fantasy. If you like either or, be happy with that. Why do you have to put the other down to make the one appear better?

apparently i’m a millennial woman

[streith-run]

Drabble for #94

Part 2 for the ask from @duzitmatter !! Also, apologies for both the quality and how long it took, I ran out of steam halfway through,, =w=;

"Did they hurt you?"

Amelia shakes her head clear of the thoughts racing through her mind at seemingly impossible speeds as the voice of her newest acquaintance peirced through the haze. Her eyes quickly raise to meet his, and a hint of wild fear lights them up as she feels water running down her arms.

Unable to properly respond to his question, and wanting to give as little away to concern him as possible, the woman simply shakes her head and stumbles over to a fallen log to sit down. Her soaking hair cascades over her hands as she holds her head between shaking palms, taking shuddery breaths as she dwells on the rather traumatizing events of the evening.

She had been turned against. And by a powerful woman that happened to know a lot more about her than she would like. Mama Morgan put out a favor involving her, and she was sure it was a call for her head.

A light breeze kicks in, and Amelia finds herself tensing and holding herself close as she shivers from both the chill and the horror of the situation at hand.

They had tried to drown her this time. And while she was alive now, it wouldn't be the end of the attacks.

These now criminals had tracked her down, knocked her out, dragged her to the river, and tried to drown her. She runs over the events in her mind and with the fresh memories, she whimpers quietly as the water once again seems to be surrounding her, taking whatever entry it could get into her system. At the small sound, she hears a sigh in front of her and is quickly reminded of the wannabe constable's presence.

"What happened? Who were they?" He asks gravely, gesturing towards the wet, lifeless bodies on the ground. The ones who had answered the call Morgan had sent out.

With heavy eyes, Amelia looks up at Able, who had only just managed to show up in time to spare her from the water's cruel grasp. Her wet curls shake and bounce as she shakes her head at him, making an attempt to push the question aside and simply try to swallow the slight fear rising within her. Though, it appears Constable has other intentions than to let her brush off his questions. If he asks, he expects an answer. His eyes bore into Amelia's and he watches her shrink and squirm after a minute or so before mumbling out a quiet, 'they tried to kill me.'

Her answer was as vague and obvious as she could make it, and the taller man can see through her hopes to satisfy him through such a shitty answer with ease, only leading him to push further into the matter.

"They wanted to kill you, so why do they want you dead?" His gaze is fierce and unwavering as he speaks, driving Amelia to lower her own. The ground below is interesting enough anyhow, and considering she is fairly certain that should she meet his eyes directly she will spontaneously combust. Besides, she is more than content to make something a bit more interesting on the ground to keep herself from breaking in front of him.

Unfortunately, the woman can only hold out under the pressure for so long though, and soon enough it becomes too much and she quietly supplies an answer in a voice barely more than a whisper.

"Mercinaries from Mama Morgan... An old contractor. Of mine. It was a hit. Or an attempt at one." A hollow chuckle escapes her as she tries to think on why Mama Morgan was after her. Why the usually trustworthy woman would forsake her as she apparently had, but then looking up at Constable, she spots a familiar polished star under his jacket. It was his badge. The badge she had given him, which marked him as a man of the law. The same badge he kept on him everywhere since he had gotten it. Her eyes widen as pieces begin to fall into place, putting together the image and explanation she was looking for.

And Suddenly, she understood, and with that understanding, came a swell of rage.

It was the party. The party she had begrudgingly allowed him to attend in the den, which was filled to the brim with other big criminals, including Mama Morgan herself. Amelia had invited Able into a den full of snakes and for some ungodly reason, hoped none of them would pick up on his scent and strike. She knew the badge wasn't in plain sight, for the man was far from stupid, but as she thought on it, she found herself only growing more and more angry as points made themselves clear to her.

Able was a lawman in every aspect but legal. He looked like a Constable, he sounded like a Constable, hell, he even walked and acted like one. Even if he wasn't dressed in that crisp blue jacket, there was no denying the air of confident authority that entered as he did. The air of a officer or Pinkerton. The very people criminals compete against. The very people these criminals wouldn't hesitate to kill, and Visa versa.

Amelia had led him to the vipers nest and Mama Morgan wasted no time in weeding him out amongst the rest and placing a pin on the both of them. When he chose to speak with her, as Amelia had advised against, he only added onto whatever suspicions she may have already had and confirmed them.

So thanks to her foolishness and hope that all would turn out well, she and her closest friend were both in danger. She had once again fucked things up and once again she would end up paying for it one way or another.

As her anger intensifies towards herself, she finds herself protecting onto the man who has done nothing but help her up until this point.

"Able you fool. I told you there was no place for a fucking Constable in the den of thieves and murderers. Now all you've done is poked the goddamn Hornets nest and either way, I'm going to take the fucking fall for it."

[reginarubie]

I read your post of D@ny being or having a parallel with the anti-christ(long time by now) and i don't remember if you have commented something on D@ny crucifying the slavers? I asking because it just clicked to me what she has done and i dont know if this is just a coincidence haha

Ciao anon!

Finding Dany so interesting I wrote quite a bit about her, biblical, pagan, historic and dark Targaryen lore!

I actually wrote quite a bit about it in many posts, too many times that I’ve lost count, (and it is most certainly not a coincidence, Martin did it on purpose) but here are some of them:

- Justice of Asoiaf (this one is mostly show-canon but I think it serves for a secular interpretation of the matter) in this you will find my opinion on the matter, which I reiterate often but you read this you get the gists of what I think about it.

- Biblical dark Dany, part II — Dany vs Christ (this just points out that they couldn’t be more different, someone had commented on how instead of Lucifer she had parallels with Christ and I was like “no”)

Also in the entire dark Dany metas I go in a bit deeper in the whole deal of darkDany (biblical and secular) and not only her crucifying the random masters, but also of how she engages in blood sacrifices, torture and never truly frees the Unsullied and why hers is the utopia of a dictator or how her not giving justice to the boy who came with his older siblings murdered, his father killed and his mother raped and killed does not bode well for either Young Griff or Jon.

Also, for pagan and historic I have done (Dany and oriental decoded Venus; Dany and Cleopatra).

I know this is more than you asked for, but hope you enjoy anyway! Hope you have a great day!

[its-deputy-caleb]

*shaking empty change cup* any soft headcannons for Talía and a female S/O or even Talía. Paolo and female S/O up to you :,))

Talía x Reader x Paolo — Fluff HC's

i am sooo sorry these took forever :'((( uni really caught up with me and these are not my finest but i hope i did them justice and that you still enjoy em <3333

Getting together with Talía and Paolo was like adding the last puzzle piece to your wildly chaotic but enjoyable lives. All three of you were close and it made taking a step towards a relationship just that much easier.

The three of you met in the early days of Máximas Matanzas in Esperanza. Paolo came to join the two of you after leaving the military to come and perform and protest, even when the city fell into chaos.

You took one of their hands each and dragged them over to the rooftops of Esperanza once Castillo set the military on the crowds of people and neither one of them let your hand go afterwards.

These days, your time and energy is directed into keeping Máximas up and running but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to spend time with the people you love most.

Between running Gurrellia supply drops, organising the destruction of Maria Marquessa studios and targeting propaganda trucks you’ll find two sets of arms wrapping around your shoulders to drag you away for some much needed stress relief.

The two of them want you to relax as much as possible so they take you to the surrounding caves of the camp. Together you explore the ponds of water and the Oluwa Idols which rest underneath rooted trees.

Talía always breaks the peaceful silence by sneaking up on the two of you from behind as she yells “surprise!” at the top of her lungs. Of course, that just means you get to cuddle a very flustered Paolo who’s in constant denial of screaming.

Surprisingly, living at Camp Máximas is very domestic. All three of you are constantly sharing clothes, cooking each other food, cuddling to watch the few working television channels or just curled up to sleep for the night.

Your favourite moment of domestic bliss though, is when Paolo is draped over the couch, Talía is pacing back and forth and you’re strewn out on the floor as the three of you brainstorm upcoming albums and singles.

The fridge has numerous photos of the three of you together, all taken by your dear friend Paz. One photo is simply the three of you sound asleep after a massive raid on Maria’s press conference whilst another shows you covered in mud and dirt with your arms around each other. That was the day you nearly got eaten by crocodiles but boy was it worth it for an amazing day with your loves.

Of course, the star photo— the one in the centre of the fridge with the biggest magnet happens to be after a massive party. Everyone was drunkenly dancing and you’re wearing Paolo’s hat at a funny angle with a cerveza in hand.

Talía and you stood on either side of a blushing and smiling Paolo as the two of you kissed his cheeks with Dani photobombing you all in the back.

Now being the busy guerrilla leaders that you are, there’s not a lot of time to do things all together but that doesn’t stop you from spending quality time with both of them.

When it’s just you and Talía, you’ll often escape up to the hideouts in the cliffs of Noventarmas to watch the sun slip away. Your head will rest in her lap as she idly plays with your hair and sings softly. Occasionally you’ll have your guitar with you as well, and the two of you just hum soft melodies and give each other soft kisses for hours.

Paolo has a tendency to get too stressed about camp activities just like you, so together you’ll go and sit down at the docks of Fort Santa Maria. Your legs will be resting in the water as your arms are thrown around each other and the two of you just relax and shake the stress of the day off each other.

Naturally, your favourite time is with both of them and you always want to make a day out of it so you always plan surprise picnics and activities to enjoy. Paz helps you prepare some Yaran style sandwiches, snacks and even some sweeter desserts for Paolo’s sweet tooth.  

On your dates, the three of you are constantly laughing and on a high from being around each other. And of course, you’re all collapsing on top of each other after eating all the amazing foods and watching the clouds drift over you.

It’s not all romantic and cute like this however and more often than not you’re worried sick as you patch each other up from too many close calls and failed operations.

Whenever you’re hurt Paolo gets very cuddly, he constantly wants to hold you— to make sure you’re safe whilst Talía gets verbal and needs to reassure all three of you that everyone is okay and protected. 

It’s those nights where they snuggle up to you extra close, mindful of your injuries. Talía keeps her arms around your waist and her face tucked into your collarbones as Paolo holds you flush to his chest and litters kisses on your neck till you fall asleep. 

Even with the near death experiences and the chaos of living in Yara, you wouldn’t trade it for the world as you get to be with the two people you care about most in this world.

[animnerd]

Happy (upcoming) birthday Dani! ❤️

I have 40s!Stucky on my mind after watching CA first avenger today... Maybe u wanna write a tiny blurb for me?

Thinking 40s!Stucky (after Steve got the serum), late night drinking with the houlies and maybe some accidental flirting? The houiles dont mind ofc but still!

Thank you for the birthday wishes!

(I'm so sorry this is late!) @doasyoudesireandlive

I hope you like it! I'm not much of a flirt so I hope I do it justice!

Something More?

After another successful mission the Howling Camandos, Steve, Bucky, and Peggy decided to go to the local bar and grab a drink. They walked back to town Steve and Bucky stragle behind the team. But Dum Dum smirks and just encourage the rest of the team to move ahead to give them space. Which Bucky was gratefully for. They talked while they walked about the mission and what they were thinking about what they wanted at the bar. While they were talking Bucky would brush his hand over Steve's who would blush and smile at his best friend. Once they arrived to the bar the Howling Comandos already was there in their own table with drinks.

Steve gave them al looks which Dum Dum just acted innocent. Steve shakes his head and leads Bucky to a bar top and placed their ordeers on drinks. As they talk and sit closer to each other there would be times where Steve would brush his hand against Bucky or other times Bucky would lay his hand on Steve's knee which would make Steve blush and look away. At one point they were talking about the battle and Bucky said “you were amazing out there Steve! I couldnt believe you took on that many men without a gun for proteciton! I know you have your shield now but still!” He leans over and whisper “i'm definitely turned on by your ribling muscles Stevie.” he leans back to see Steve's face completely red and frozen in his seat. Which made Bucky laugh. He leaned back and grabbed a drink when he heard someone clear their throat turns around to see Peggy. “Boys.” “mam” Steve looks away from her to hide his red face from her. “You both did an excellent job today in the battle.” Bucky smiles “thank you mam we couldnt have done it without Steve and our comrades here!” Bucky pats Steve's shoulder. Peggy smiles “how did the shield go Steve?” he mubmles “good mam I don't have any complaints at all.” trying to get ride of her. One of comandos came over and tapped her shoulder to guide her away she pouted but then smirked when she put two and two together.

Bucky lays his hand on Steves knee which made Steve look over at him as Bucky leans over and whispers to him "I wasn't kidding how turned on I am with your muscles Steve I rather be in my tent having my way with you till the next moring and then I wouldn't stop!" Steve licked his lips while his face was bright red with owl eyes and nodded his head. They got up payed for their drinks and Bucky held Steve's hand as they walked out. Their comrades just smirked.

[aerltarg]

Maybe this is a stupid question, buuuuut:

I just can't imagine a world that Rhaegar comes back from the Trident, wins the war and becomes king. No, I'm not a anti Rhaegar, matter of fact I like him very much, I'm just can imagine how would Lya, little Jon, this whole affair, would settle in the capital. The norm that fics (at least those I read) tend to follow is to make Rhaegar:

1. A douche, paranoid and destiny-obessed king.

2. Completely incompetent, aloof monarch, that deep down has a heart of gold, but can't really be understood.

I mean, isn't he supposed to be a scholar since he was a kid? What's are your thoughts about it?

oh, yeah, i can totally understand this! it's is the whole point in canon actually, "the wrong man came back from the trident". you would expect a hero win against his antagonist and have a happy ending w his lady love but it doesn't happen. instead the subversion happens to them with rhaegar being killed by robert who becomes obviously a shitty king and lyanna dying after him. they were never supposed to have happy ending, they were created as tragic and doomed and dead from the beginning for the whole plot to start, jon to have his parentage mystery and dany to take the passed baton as the last dragon, prophesied savoir and the heir who has to carry entire house on her back now.

as for the realistic rhaegar wins aus that's the difficult question. tbh we just don't know enough abt their situation, plans and wishes. you see, e.g. in agot we can be right in ned's head and see his motivations, what he was thinking abt, what he was planning, what he was hoping to do. but if his story was told the way rhaegar's was i bet he would have his own crowd of haters and ~intellectuals~ jumping out every two seconds w their "hot takes" how actually all hints abt what rlly happened (ned being a good man w his own sense of honour, justice and experiences affecting him and the deal w cersei's children) doesn't matter and he was an ambitious prick, planned to grasp the power by being joffrey's regent and make his daughter sansa queen. (you can actually insert there any bullshit and still don't reach the level of stupidity of such "hot takes" this fandom loves so much lmao). also he would be blamed to the hell and beyond for being too stupid and not foreseeing the future and actions of other ppl bc ofc after everything happened it's so easy to say what was so obvious to notice. also they would say that the deaths of his men and horrible fates of his kids are 100% his fault and even straight up say he killed them lmao. i can rant abt it for hours so yeah. this is a situation w too many unknown variables bc it depends too much on actions of too many characters we don't know enough abt. the only thing it's possible to tell for sure is the fact that there couldn't be any perfect solutions since things got too complicated at this point.

such fics as you've mentioned tho are just a part of this dumb fanon where rhaegar is "too prophecy obsessed"/"incapable of love"/shrodinger's rhaegar both smart and stupid at the same time/whatever/all of this combined lmfao. the man was notably intelligent from the early age as you've absolutely rightly mentioned, his guesses abt himself being tptwp have nothing to do w egocentrism as some parts of the fandom would want us all to believe unless he wouldn't be so reasonable abt it and later on, after so many years, wouldn't have changed his mind and thought his son could be tptwp.

and literally fuck all antis that think you shouldn't consider prophecies that hold real power in this fantasy world lol. you know, aegon the conqueror was said to be motivated (or at least partly) to unify westeros by the prophecy and still got the treatment of perfect/maximum close to perfect figure of a leader everyone should look up to from the narrative and grrm. prophecy obsessed much, huh? i don't even talk abt all these parallels between him and rhaegar grrm put there not for bitches to ignore them completely! and i will never get tired of reminding that dismissing prophecies is UNWISE for targaryens of all people. the house whose story is built on the dream of young daenys and her father aenar that listened to her despite common sense (or what local "anti magic"/"anti prophecies" clowns consider to be common sense). targs would be as dead as the rest of dragonlords if not for daenys the dreamer. who else in the world has as many reasons to take prophecies seriously as them?

yet antis out there act as if rhaegar is one dimensional weirdo whose every character trait is abt mf ~prophecy obsession~. like how can they miss one of the main points so badly?? the game of thrones distracts ppl from the real danger beyond the wall, yk, the one rhaegar was aware of and meant to deal with. there wouldn't be such a problem if he became king and had as many years of head start before ice zombies apocalypse as ignorant bobby b did. rhaegar had to die just for westeros to sink in shit and our main heroes to save everyone to make this story more epic LMAO

so yeah, too many ppl portray rhaegar as this one dimensional robotic creature without any knowledge of what feelings are idk even for what reason. it seems these ppl can't read for real bc rhaegar was not only intelligent af as well as dutiful ("it seems i must be a warrior" but "he loved his harp more than his lance") but also. ugh emotional?? my boy had constant emo sessions w brooding at ruins of summerhall, sleeping out there beneath the stars all alone and writing songs that made all women cry. does it sound as someone who "isn't capable of love" lol? folks act as if he was completely heartless from the day he was born (bc he didnt play w other kids ig??) but in reality their emotional range is less than the one of a spoon in comparison to rhaegar's lol. i'm not even gonna address the horrible attitude of demonizing him for his implied depression, vile clowns never listen to themselves when they talk abt targaryens and their "madness".

tldr; these fics are mostly lame af and suck at characterization if they're making rhaegar like that lol. anyway his character isn't abt being a good or a bad king, it's abt being a would-be-king for characters in books and readers in reality to sigh over his tragic aura and pretty aesthetic abt how it could've been. however, grrm clearly doesn't write rhaegar as evil or incapable as some parts of the fandom would want to try to persuade others. realistically speaking in the scenario where he wins there couldn't be any perfect decisions but it's a territory of speculations on thin air and lit nothing more since canon doesn't provide us with enough information to rlly theorize anything instead of building biased headcanons some ppl call "analysis".

but remember what barristan said about rhaegar while practically watching him all his life, from a literal baby to the man grown:

“I know little of Rhaegar. Only the tales Viserys told, and he was a little boy when our brother died. What was he truly like?”

The old man considered a moment. “Able. That above all. Determined, deliberate, dutiful, single-minded.” (ASOS, Daenerys I)

“Prince Rhaegar’s prowess was unquestioned, but he seldom entered the lists. He never loved the song of swords the way that Robert did, or Jaime Lannister. It was something he had to do, a task the world had set him. He did it well, for he did everything well. That was his nature. But he took no joy in it. Men said that he loved his harp much better than his lance.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

[aegonbeingfakeisracist]

Hi, so I just found your Tumblr and I’m curious because it’s the first time I hear that considering Aegon as fake is racist. I tried to find in your tags an explanation but I havent found one yet. Do you mind explaining why it’s racist ? Thank you

I have a whole lecture series for this. 😂

The second ever post I made on this blog - if Aegon is in fact an imposter, it would be baiting the audience by presenting a cool story about a biracial character living when everyone thought he was dead and returning to get justice for his murdered other and sister, only for it to turn out that he’s just some white guy unintentionally masquerading as a murdered brown boy. The story of a rightful king is one that we see very often in fantasy. I certainly understand the desire to examine and deconstruct it. But it’s a gross choice to do that with characters of colour, who are rarely the subject of such stories. It probably would have been okay even despite that fact, had it not been for the following point.

Aegon does not exist in a vacuum. There is a clear pattern of poor treatment of characters of colour. Both the Martells - Arianne is introduced breasts first with much less focus on her very real skills; Martin uses Quentyn to make an example of a character of colour that fails when everyone that ultimately succeeds will be white for the sake of regaining the stakes of the story; Rhaenys Targaryen was brutally murdered as a toddler - and the characters in Essos. The Dothraki are not given distinctive personality traits; Irri and Jhiqui might as well be the same person for all that it matters and are treated as silly little girls even though they went through literally the exact same things that Dany did; Myriah Martell was met with suspicion and hostility when she married into the Targaryens, with complaints about how Daeron listened to the whispers of women persisting to the canon era, while her Targaryen goodsister is spoken of fondly and respectfully by canon era Martells on top of having enjoyed immense influence over her husband’s homeland, as evidenced by the fact she was the one that began the tradition of the Water Gardens being a place for everyone. Which brings us to Aegon, the biracial son of a brutalized woman of colour and the brother of a violently murdered toddler. There are white characters that were presumed dead that turned out to be alive. There were baby swaps with white characters. There are white characters that pretended to be other people. So why is it Aegon, the sole character of colour that is involved with any of these conspiracies and swaps, the one that has to be false? JonCon can turn out to be alive, Mance and Gilly’s sons can be swapped, Sansa can pretend to be Alayne, Ned can protect Jon by raising him as his own son, but god forbid Aegon is exactly who he says and believes himself to be. Too improbable!

On top of this, these characters of colour are specifically harmed for the sake of white characters’ stories. Jon Snow as a character makes no sense without murdered Rhaenys. It does not make sense for him to grow up as Ned Stark’s bastard to protect him from Ned Stark’s best friend unless the aforementioned best friend has already condoned the murders of children. Baelor Breakspear, who explicitly took after his mother, had to die so his white passing brother and nephew could take the throne. His other brothers may have looked like him, but either way, there’s no evidence and the throne still passed to Maekar, who explicitly had the expected Targaryen look. These issues would be fine on their own! I’d probably still grumble about murdered three year old Rhaenys, but not about Baelor! It would have been a completely valid - and beautiful - writing choice for his death to mark the beginning of the end of the Targaryen dynasty with Baelor, the hope of Westeros, cut down by his own brother, perpetuating the same old cycle of family fighting family. The problem is all these issues put together.

These are all in-text issues, but fandom worsens them. While in canon, Arianne is extremely smart with sympathetic motives, impressive skills, and a great deal of compassion for other people, fandom would often have us believe that she’s just a stupid, smug, and scheming snake that only cares about her ambition and would immediately throw in with Aegon not because she believes he’s really her cousin or that it’s the right thing to do, but because she wants a crown. While in canon, Oberyn spent the last fifteen years of his life in a committed relationship with Ellaria, fandom would have us believe that it’s just a casual fling and they’re both always sleeping with other people. People are so determined to justify Rhaegar’s actions and absolve him of any responsibility, they’ll come up with elaborate theories as to how Elia was having an affair and Rhaenys wasn’t Rhaegar’s daughter. The second anyone criticizes even the structure of Dany’s story, built as it is around racist writing choices, much less any of her in-universe decisions, people make up strawmen arguments about how anyone making the mildest criticism is defending slavery. This context matters immensely for understanding precisely why people react to Aegon the way they do. 

When arguing that Aegon must be a female line Blackfyre descendant, one point that always comes up is that it’s “too late in the story” for him to be the real Aegon. Setting aside the bizarre logic behind that idea - it’s too late for Aegon to be Aegon, but it’s not too late to bring up this ludicrously complicated idea of him being Illyrio’s son by a woman that happened to be a Blackfyre descendant, that just so happened to be the same age as Rhaegar and Elia’s son and grew up to look just like Rhaegar? Is this another thing having to do with the obsession with main houses with people thinking that any Targaryen has to be in it from the beginning, but not so a random person? - this is more about not wanting Aegon to be Aegon than the theory actually making sense. It’s about the fear that him existing somehow takes away from Jon or Dany. You’ll note that these theories are never about a real thematic purpose or how finding out he’s not who he’s been raised to believe he is will impact him. They’re entirely about getting him out of the way, so that this ~special Targaryen status~ is preserved as being only for Jon and Dany. Half Dornish Aegon, with the best claim of any Targaryen, whose story arc involves appealing to his maternal family, can’t be alive!It’s the same reason that people ignore his good traits - his sense of humour, his intelligence, his wise perspective on the Kingsguard, his refusal to let Yandry throw Tyrion overboard, his ability to persuade others to see his perspective - for the sake of treating him like an incompetent monster for...getting mad at Tyrion for lying to and taunting him and freezing up at the sight of the stone men. That’s absurd. It’s both of these things that help clarify the thought process behind the theory.

If Aegon is an imposter, it is using a story point that would be perfectly innocuous with white characters in a way that’s gross and racist with a character of colour in a story that treats characters of colour poorly. If he were not the only nonwhite claimant to the throne, it would be fine. If visibly brown Baelor Breakspear had ascended to the throne, it would have been fine. If the “he’s fake” theory was not always paired with “and Arianne will die for throwing in with him”, it would be fine. As it is, though? Not fine.

[maxmagi]

A List of My OTPs

because it's 11 and I can't sleep.

Enjolras x Grantaire a.k.a. Enjoltaire a.k.a. ExR- Les Mis

How I fell into this I don't remember now. I vaguely remember reading a crackfic of this and then everything just went sideways.

This was also the fandom that helped me realize that I wasn't exactly straight and that it's okay to not be loud about my sexuality, that I can just be.

I think that explains my attachment to this ship, not to mention just the movie's Grantaire (played by George Blagden) also shipped the characters and played his character like how he thought it should be, Grantaire loving and pining after Enjolras without the revolutionary knowing it.

Except in the fan fics, Enjolras returns his feelings and they work it out, even though it's not easy because they're both stubborn as mules. Ah, ultimate fantasy I guess. And the number of great fics here, *whistle*

Also, the Les Amis? Is amazing? Especially in the modern AUs? Like they're great friends? I love this fandom so much! Permets-tu!

Shen Wei x Zhao Yunlan - Guardian / Zhen Hun

C'mon, Zhu Yilong & Bai Yu's performance and emotions? Plus just the fact the fanfic writers of this ship are absolutely amazing? Please, escape from this pairing is impossible!

Best opposites attract trope for me. An academic by day, superhero by night in love with a roguish police chief who has no powers but whose charisma, wit, and heart can get him to toe to toe with the legends.

Also, Professor Shen Wei constantly acting like an innocent civilian and lying badly? Gold!

Loki x Tony Stark a.k.a. FrostIron - Avengers

How did I honestly get to this ship? I really can't remember what started it all. I think it must have been a Loki redemption fic where Tony Stark and Pepper broke up and something something happened. Let me tell you, the writers of this ship have written sagas and ballads of epic and sometimes confusing proportions, and that is why I fell deeper into the pit. I mean, they gotta give justice to two brilliant but chaotic characters, right? Angst. This ship has sooooooooo much angst.

Eiji x Ash - Banana Fish

My god, if you want to keep your heart intact and not be reminded of all that's ugly in the world, DON'T WATCH OR READ BANANA FISH. YOUR HEART WILL NEVER HEAL!

If you're gonna watch/read it anyway, make sure to watch something fluffy and sweet after. There's a reason that people from this fandom go, "If you've seen Banana Fish's ending, then you can handle whatever angsty show you're watching now." ~ or something to that effect. Another thing we like to say in this fandom is, "Other fandoms: Let's write a Mafia AU! Banana Fish fandom: We are the Mafia AU." Yes, all of us in this fandom is dramatic af.

Yuuri x Viktor - Yuuri!!! on Ice

Uh, does this really need an explanation? Aside from the fact that you will surprisingly find a lot of Mafia AUs here because we all know that hiding behind that beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov is a devil capable of... tearing down your self-confidence, like WTF Viktor, don't make Yuuri cry! Also, their dance together at the end, such beautiful love.

Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood aka Malec - Shadowhunters

I never read the books and have no plans to in the near future. I just saw a video on Youtube about why Malec is life and now here I am, still reading some Malec fics from time to time.

Some stuff on the show were WTF but overall they were a really good couple who supported each other. Plus, they're a Power Couple.

Erwin x Levi aka Eruri - Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

Not to be confused with Ereri, which is Eren x Levi, which I don't generally ship except for that one time when a writer wrote an epic fanfic series with Eren in his mid 20s and Levi in his late 20s/early 30s, reincarnation AU. Boy was that one a surprise. I did not expect that.

Anyway, I'm an Eruri fan through and through. Especially with that promise that Levi made to Erwin. And the reason he gave the serum to Armin. HE DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE KIDS YKNOW. HE DID IT FOR ERWIN. Plus, Levi, Erwin, and Hange are my special trio. Erwin's batch was really amazing.

Also, I really like the fact that the shorter and slighter person is the more badass fighter while the taller, bigger one is the more calculating and strategic one. Rocks the boat of stereotypes and all that. Bonus: how these two met. My god, what a meet-cute! 😂

Dani x Jamie aka The Au Pair and the Gardener - The Haunting of Bly Manor

It really is more of a love story than a ghost story. I dunno how to feel about this. I loved these two characters so much and I wished they had a better ending but I wasn't SO surprised because it was a horror series (Like, I was still hoping at the end that they'd be together forever but yknow...). In any case, Jamie was just awesome. And her nickname for Dani? Poppins?! God, what a lover and fighter. She was not afraid to cock a gun in a ghost's face.

... and now for my flexible BROTPs

Merlin x Arthur aka Merthur - BBC Merlin

Yeah, my brain is so chaotic multiple OTPs and BROTPs of the same pairing exist at the same time without clashing with one another or having major identity crises.

I actually really like BROTP Merlin and Arthur and also like reading OTP Merthur.

And when Merlin is paired with Morgana or Freya or sometimes even Gwaine, that's fine with me too. As long as his bromance with Arthur stays intact, because that's what drew me to the show in the first place. Personal preference. I see them as platonic soulmates.

*Shout-out to the Merthur writers though, you kept me sane during my "Post-Merlin Depression," which is actually a term thrown around in the fandom because of that horrid final season (not saying it's a good term but it's what it was called). A lot of amazing fics here, too, both Magic Reveal and Modern AU ones. Full of action and adventure too! I mean, there are boy-band-looking Knights and magic-wielding badasses!

Tim Drake x Conner Kent/Kon-El aka Red Robin x Super Boy - DC Comics

More like flexible otp. I dig Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake BUT I really really also dig Tim Drake and Conner Kent. When they're TimKon, it's like an entirely different entity from TimSteph. Ugh, hard to explain.

I mean, Kon telling Tim, "You'll always be my Robin" and Tim telling Kon, "And you'll always be my clone boy" is the shit. Also when Kon could pick out/recognize Tim's heartbeat. And when Tim nearly went mad scientist trying to bring his bestie back. Like, dudes, wtf. And at the same time, hell yeah.

Liu Kang x Kung Lao aka LiuLao - Mortal Kombat

- I see these two as more like ride or die best friends connected by fate/platonic soulmates. But also like their dynamic is so awesome, cute, sweet, badass, can't-live-without-you vibes.

Basically the same way I feel about Merthur. I like reading both romantic and platonic relationships between these two characters. Like, the LiuLao fan creators peeling off the layers of this relationship and exposing every raw nerve is beautiful.

They love diving into the characters' psyche, emotions, motivations, fears, and doubts and you get really amazed because... Aren't they just characters from a video game, you ask? Well yeah, but MK video game has several interesting storylines and the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie was just the perfect jumpstarter to this beautiful blaze.

I mean, "We swore that if we were to die, it would be together"? Hell no, you're not dropping that on us and not expecting us to create our very own spin-offs and 12-page essays on that shit. That's what we fans do, baby. And also, really, we need a shaolin monks/white lotus spin-off/prequel. We're starving here.

As this ship is the newest one on my list, it's the one I'm looking forward to the most. Not enough fan content, I tell you. Not enough. One of these days, I just might add my own.

But right now, it's past 1 and so I shall attempt to sleep.

***No images for TimKon and LiuLao coz apparently I've gone past my 10-images allowance 😤

[jaskierswolf]

I Can Do Better

Prompt: Cockwarming Relationships:  Valdo/Jaskier Rating: E Content Warnings: smut, humiliation, cock warming, dom/sub relationship, sub!Jaskier, orgasm denial Summary: After Jaskier disrupts Valdo's class at Oxenfurt, Valdo decides to treat Jaskier a lesson. 

For @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo​

Also a prompt fill for the wonderful @hailhailsatan​. I hope I did your idea justice! Thanks to @officerjennie​ and @dani-dandelino​ for giving this a read through.

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Jaskier strutted down the corridors of Oxenfurt, tubes of parchment in his arms, whistling a merry tune. His long overcoat whipped around his legs when walked, giving him a dramatic flare that he adored. Honestly, the dress code for the professors at the university was one of the main reasons he kept returning each winter, that and the extra coin. It certainly didn’t have anything to do with the infuriatingly handsome Valdo Marx, his rival since they were both teenagers and budding young bardlings. Valdo had always gotten under Jaskier’s skin. He was a year older and Jaskier had really looked up to him in his first year. That all changed when Valdo decided to steal Jaskier’s work. So naturally, Jaskier had stolen Valdo’s work right back, and thus their infamous rivalry began. 

The sex had come shortly after. 

There was just something about wrestling another man to the ground in a local tavern that made Jaskier feel flustered. It was inherently homoerotic, their hands grappling at each other’s clothes, gripping tightly as they both tried to get the upper hand, and well, Jaskier was easily seduced. He’d been hard by the time he’d managed to pin Valdo on his back, his heart racing from more than just the exercise. A bead of sweat had trickled down Valdo’s temple and his skin was glistening in the candlelight, looking completely and utterly debauched under Jaskier’s thighs. That had been his demise. Valdo had taken advantage of his distraction and overthrown him. The two bardlings had barely made it back to their room before they were kissing and panting, trapped in a heated embrace. 

And it had never really stopped. 

They’d snipe and snap at each other with every breath… until they were alone. Once they were alone then all pretenses went out of the window. Valdo easily took charge and to Jaskier’s surprise… he let him. The confidence that oozed from his rival turned lover was intoxicating, and Jaskier wanted to please him. He wanted to submit in a way that he rarely did. The rules between them were quickly established as they began to explore the new side of their relationship, making mistakes and finding solutions until it was almost as easy as breathing. 

As adults and professors at the university, nothing had really changed from their days as students. Jaskier only taught for a term during the winter. He was still, primarily, a travelling bard, and barker to the White Wolf. So he liked to make the best of his time with Valdo. 

Even if that meant harassing the professor in his classroom. 

Jaskier pushed open the door to the lecture theatre, not attempting to be quiet. He wanted Valdo and his students to know he was there. The room fell silent as the door crashed against the wall, and a dozen pairs of eyes turned to face him. 

Perfect. 

Jaskier smirked at the professor at the front of the room, winking at him as he gave a cheeky wave. “Don’t mind me, Marx. Please, carry on.”

“Julian, don’t you have somewhere better to be, instead of interrupting my classes?” Valdo sneered, dark brown eyes glaring daggers at him across the room. 

Jaskier laughed, jumping onto one of the empty desks at the back of the class. “You would think, my classes are fully booked after all, but I have a free period and I find it ever so fascinating to see how others work. We can’t all have my natural charm and charisma.”

“Get out, Julian.”

“But Professor, can’t he stay?” Tilda, a sweet redhead, asked from her spot at the front of the class. She had signed up for Jaskier’s class this year but unfortunately there just hadn’t been space. “Professor Pankratz’s classes were full, and most of us missed out.”

“See,” Jaskier drawled, never taking his eyes off Valdo, giving him a coy smile, “even your students want me here. I suppose it must make a change from listening to you drivel on about… what are we supposed to be learning about? Iambic pentameter?” he scoffed. “I practically invented that, darling.”

Valdo had gone a delightfully red colour, his cheeks flushed, either embarrassed or enraged, Jaskier couldn’t quite tell. Either way, he was fucking loving it. Winding Valdo up was one of his favourite parts of winter. That and fucking Valdo, sometimes even both at the same time. 

“Class dismissed,” Valdo hissed, a dangerous glint in his eyes that sent a thrill through Jaskier. 

“Now, now, Marx, no need to stop on account of little old me,” Jaskier purred, a little too seductively for being in front of a room full of students but he really didn’t give a shit. 

“I said dismissed!” Valdo snapped, and his students all hurried to scatter, leaving Jaskier and Valdo alone in the room together. “You, Julian, are in trouble.”

“What are you going to do? Tell the Headmaster?” Jaskier giggled, hopping off the desk as Valdo swept past him and out of the room. 

They kept up the charade for the entire walk back to Valdo’s chambers, Jaskier teasing and taunting his lover, and Valdo steadfastly ignoring him. Being ignored stung a little, he preferred it when Valdo argued back, at least then he still had the older man’s attention. Having Valdo’s attention was like a drug, better than any wine or fisstech. Jaskier craved it. Every time he returned to Oxenfurt, it was like he reverted back to the sixteen year old boy that had idolised the handsome second year, so eager to please for just any scrap of affection. 

“Valdo, please,” he whined as they approached his room. 

“Just get inside, Julian.”

Jaskier grumbled but stumbled through the room. It was tidier than his own room, which wasn’t really saying much, but it was less of a tavern room and more someone’s home. There were little knickknacks, portraits hung on the walls and a collection of poetry books all over the room. It was clearly Valdo’s room, whereas Jaskier’s room always looked as if he was half way out of the door, which wasn’t entirely inaccurate. He did only stay for a few months at a time. There wasn’t much point in getting settled in, and he spent most nights in Valdo’s room anyway. 

The door clicked shut behind them and Valdo slid the lock into place. Alone… finally. Dumping his tubes of parchment on the floor, Jaskier grinned and pulled Valdo into a kiss, trying to show much he’d missed the other man during the day, but Valdo remained a statue beneath him. That did nothing to quell the heat of wanton need that had been itching under his skin all fucking day, so he pulled back, pouting at Valdo with wide eyes. 

“Sweetheart,” he cooed, stroking his fingers along Valdo’s collar, “Come on, I know you want me.”

“I’m busy, Julian.”

“With what?”

Valdo scoffed and gestured to the pile of parchments on his desk, an all too familiar sight. The desk in Jaskier’s room looked very much the same, probably even worse, but that was because he was here, with Valdo. 

But Valdo was still fucking ignoring him. 

“I’m in trouble.”

Valdo turned round, with fire in his eyes. “You humiliated me in front of my entire class, Julian. What else were you expecting?”

Shame burned through Jaskier, making him shrink back and he began to feel a little lightheaded, needing to submit to Valdo, wanting to right the wrong, to please him. “I-I just missed you, Valdo. Please.”

“On your knees, Julian. Under my desk.”

Jaskier nodded silently and did as he was told. 

And finally Valdo’s fingers were in his hair, gently coaxing him into a more relaxed state despite the anger and the rage. Jaskier hummed and leant into the touch, nuzzling at Valdo’s thighs as he finally sat down at the desk. Fingers caught under his chin, and Jaskier tipped his head back to look up at his lover. Valdo quirked an eyebrow at him in a silent question. 

Was this okay?

Jaskier nodded, turning to press a kiss to Valdo’s knee. 

Yes.

And then all traces of concern were gone from Valdo’s face, replaced by a cool anger and his fingers tugged harshly at Jaskier’s hair. “I’ve never known such a needy little slut. You’re the reason that people mistake troubadours for whores, Julian. I bet you fall to your knees for anyone that asks.”

Jaskier shook his head, weakly protested but he barely made a sound before his head was yanked back and Valdo’s fingers were shoved into his mouth. “Hmmph.”

“Do not argue with me, little whore. The whole Continent knows your reputation, and you love it, don’t you, being my slut? So desperate for my attention that you have to act out in front of my students,” Valdo scoffed. “Pathetic.”

Jaskier whimpered, suckling at Valdo’s fingers and wriggling on the ground, trying to grind his cock down on his ankles where he was sitting down. He was achingly hard and desperate for some kind of relief. The world seemed to spin, all the blood going to his cock as Valdo continued to stroke through his hair. Valdo’s fingers were pulled abruptly from his mouth, and he let out a pitiful whine.

“Valdo, sir…” Jaskier pleaded.

“And why should I reward you?” Valdo tutted. “You’ve been nothing but trouble.”

Jaskier pouted, his bottom lip quivering. “I’ll be good, I promise. Please sir, I want you.”

He’d never begged for anyone else, Valdo was just his exception. He couldn’t help it. The older bard turned him into a wanton mess, begging and writhing in just a few choice words. It was the cocky arrogance in his dark eyes, almost black hair slicked back with undercuts on either side of his head. He looked every part the gorgeous arsehole that he was, and Jaskier loved him.

“Hmm, I suppose we can come to a compromise, sweetheart,” Valdo drawled, his fingers brushing through Jaskier’s beard. 

“Please,” Jaskier repeated, not able to think of anything more eloquent. 

“You can warm my cock whilst I mark my papers, but nothing else,” Valdo instructed. “Do you understand, Julian?”

Jaskier nodded.

“Good. Now get on with it. If you move or misbehave any more then you’ll be sent back to your room.”

Back to his room, alone. That could only mean one thing. If he acted out this evening then Valdo wouldn’t even let him touch himself when he got back to his room. Jaskier moaned, shifting again on the floor, as much as it was a punishment, the idea of having his orgasm completely controlled by this frustratingly beautiful man, fuck, it was only making him more aroused. He nuzzled against the fabric of Valdo’s trousers before untying the lace, his fingers well practiced even in the dim light. The bastard wasn’t even hard, which only made Jaskier want to try harder to seduce him… but he was only supposed to hold Valdo’s cock. 

No moving, no sucking, no licking, swallowing, humming. 

Dearest Melitele, he was going to die. 

Valdo kept one hand in Jaskier’s hair but returned to his work as promised, steadily ignoring Jaskier as he finally got his mouth around Valdo’s cock. He was good at first, keeping still and working on relaxing his jaw until it was slack around the soft length in his mouth. Jaskier even managed to clear his mind and settle into his task… but not for long. The familiar haze never came and soon he was fidgeting, still hurt that Valdo hadn’t even been a little hard from his flirtations. Across the Continent he was known as an unparalleled lover, and he couldn’t even get his own partner hard. 

It was bullshit. 

And he could do better. 

He hummed softly, tentatively taking Valdo’s cock deeper into his mouth, letting it push right at the back of his throat, before pulling back slightly. A hand pulled at his hair. 

“Stay still, slut.”

Jaskier whimpered, falling back into a comfortable position, but he couldn’t resist trying again. This time he managed to suck at Valdo’s cock, flicking his tongue along the underside and finally he felt Valdo begin to swell in his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction but his victory was short lived and the other man pulled him off his cock with a sharp yank in his hair. 

“No! No, no, no… I can do better, please!” Jaskier protested. 

“You had your chance, Julian,” Valdo sneered. “Get out of my sight, I wouldn’t even pay five crowns at a brothel for you. You’re just pathetic.”

Tears pricked in Jaskier’s eyes but not even that could lessen his arousal. Valdo was absolutely right about him, and he fucking enjoyed it. Being treated like dirt just scratched an itch unlike anything else. He sniffed and wiped away the tears, brushing down his trousers and raising his head up high. “I don’t need you.” 

“Yes, you do,” Valdo chided, raising an eyebrow and Jaskier could see the cold facade start to waver. He knew that if he needed it Valdo would open his arms and they’d spend the night curled up in bed together. It was unlikely that he’d be allowed to get off, but he wouldn’t be left alone. 

Jaskier shook his head. “I-I know where I’m not wanted,” he muttered, his voice hoarse as he tried not to cry anymore than he already was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Marx.”

“What was that?”

“Sir,” Jaskier mumbled, “I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.”

“Good boy, now get out.”

And he did. He scarpered back to his room, keeping to the quieter corridors to avoid bumping into any students that might be lurking. Sleep didn’t come easy that night, he was too keyed up, desperate to cum but refusing to let Valdo win. He curled up around his pillow case and hugged it, begging for the world of dreams to take him, to ease the burning swell of desire that threatened to consume him.

[justalittletomato]

Betelgeuse (Dad!maul x Starlight reader)

@lovelyzabrak-meadow per your request ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST 

In case anyone wants a read: @spookiifi @apocalypticwafflekitten @rogue-wonderful @always-on-tatooine @danger-xylophones @vinciwolf @hannagoldworthy @any59 @savagesbonergarage @any59 @dinsbeskar @a-dorin

For the AU where the two have 3 children, Cress who has run away, Aster whose taken a fall into the dark, and Danica the smallest whose little world is shattering evermore.

There is a current phenomena on Betelgeuse, a star in our galaxy that dims every so often. It was believed this observed behavior signals the impending explosion for the red giant. Instead scientists found its dimming was due to a cloud of debris covering its lower half. Still the planet displays a dimming light, its brilliance now obscured by a cloud. 

The same can be said for Stars who find their light blocked by despair.

Years ago on a planet not too far from the red skies of Dathomir, you had stood under a blue sky of stars. There was only you and your Dawn with your audience of the galaxy above to witness as you both took your vows. 

How young you had once been. That moment forever burned into your mind and the memory of his kiss forever in your soul. You never believed you could be happier than at that moment with Maul as your riddur. He vowed to love you until the last star burned out. You close your eyes and remember the kisses after and smile to yourself, that was only the start. 

Not too long after the joy you thought umatched was placed beside an equal or more so joyous event. Your children, red as can be and the wonders of your shared life. How Maul had been delighted and frightened of this new change, how the two of you vowed your children would always be protected. Memories of those little ones playing and toddling and the two of you finally feeling whole with children you two would ensure to keep safe and love. Your twin stars, Cress, a ever curious adventurer and Aster, a princess who seemed to float as she walked and danced. 

While Maul was overjoyed at the new additions to his life, he never had such an occasion, you could still see the anger and need to quell his revenge on those who wrong him. A determination to right what had been done. It came to Mandalore in the form of Maul’s old master and then once more in the form the Empire taking over. Your life there was finished and your children would never again see thier nursery or the plans you once had for them. 

As you tucked them away into the hovering pram and ran from Mandalore, you felt numb at times but yet. Cress climbs into your arms and rests, Aster later coming along with her hair brush that Maul gladly takes. 

Your life was difficult but you all had another....

Running off as the galaxy burned from each corner. Keep another safe. You had hoped it be enough, but it was not. Maul wanted to put down the Sith, convinced not only as a justice to his life but for the life now ripped from his children and you. 

You often relayed to him if he set on like this he would lose, and for a time it worked. 

As the years passed the children grew, your Cress as his Father’s little shadow and running behind him. Your Aster right alongside and continually demonstrating her abilities. 

But that was all...no more children...it was unwise. Yet...

Danica is born 10 years after her siblings and Stars she's the most darling thing. Non forcesensetive and Maul’s grandest surprise. 

He loved them and you more than anything....

Yet...

Cress has run off into the stars, he learned it all. Your past and Maul’s abhorring you both and leaving you both. You swore your heart stopped when Maul told you and perhaps it did. Your baby was gone. 

Maul swore to bring him back, he’d stop at nothing to return your child. This was all the Sith, every wrong done to them...

No that is not that, let him stay away for now, it will be alright. 

At first Maul leaves for some days. It is alright 

A week. It is fine, Danica asks where her Father is. Only 6 and wondering if he will arrive to tuck her into bed. 

2 weeks, her Aster can see the effects start to take effect. “ Buir, this is not alright.” her brown eyes changing bit by bit until the day you run into to see Aster with a shattered mirror and crying. Gold eyes like a burning Sun. 

4 weeks, her bed is cold and there is no sign of Maul returning soon. This has gone on for the past year. The marks from his last appearance have faded away from your neck. You feel so lonely. 

“I swear to the galaxy above to always love you,” the vow rings in your ears as you walk to the sound of your baby crying in her room. Another nightmare. 

You have not felt calm in months but holding  Danica helps, however tonight it is Aster who is holding Danica, her gold eyes glowing in the dark. You cover your mouth and try not to sob. 

“Shh, Dani, buir needs rest too. I’ll stay with you.” 

Danica whimpers, “ I want buir and daddy. Please, Aster. I want my buir and my daddy!” 

You turn away unable to hear more, you slam the door to your room and bite down onto your hand as you scream. 

“ I swear I’ ll protect them.”  Promises and more promises broken. 

Your teeth clank on metal and you see your ring. Years of promises. In a moment of hurt and pain you pull it off. “I’ll never take it off” you toss it to the ground and cover your face as your sobs shake you. “ I’ll never...” soft gold eyes look to you adoringly. A kiss to your hair. You just want it back!  

“Buir, we’re always going to be together right?” Cress used to sit on your bed as you got ready. You clutch onto the vanity as you sit down. You want your baby back. “You look so pretty buir, can I brush your hair?” 

How not even too long ago Cress would still do so and with little Danica who giggled all the while. I want my life back!  

You are crying, tears dripping down your face. 

Other times it was just Maul brushing your hair,you would tilt you head and sigh as he kissed you, “ My beloved Starlight...” If you were so beloved why did he leave you to wallow in this pain? 

Your chest aches.

You take hold of the brush, gold as the Dawn you loved. With each stroke a reminder of your shambled life, your boy lost to the stars, your Aster with eyes so gold that she hides from mirrors, your Danica. You choke on your  sobs. 

“I don't want to be broken.” Broken. Your poor child. 

You think of Maul...the usual love for him twisting, and for a time you see his reflection behind you. You grit your teeth and glare at him. 

“YOU SWORE TO ME!!! YOU VOWED --” your grip on the hairbrush tightens and you don't want to see him. He left you alone! He lost your baby! He ruined everything!!! EVERYTHING!!! 

The mirror shatters as the brush strikes it. You sob and toss away anything you can take hold of. “YOU SWORE YOU LOVED US! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!!!”  

You scream and sob and throw everything off the vanity. Glass shatters all over. Your heart is breaking and shattering all it once. 

 The reflection is all but gone. But in one shard you see it, the ring you tossed away. 

You stumble over to it shaking with despair. “Maul...you promised.”

You pick it up, “ My Dawn...I cant...I cant” you collapse to your knees and scream.

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Aster and Angel eventually come and see you sobbing still clutching onto your ring. Your girl covers her mouth and ever so slightly her eyes glow more. Angel sends her away and kneels besides you, “ You held this in too long...rest. Right now rest.”

You gasp and sob, before letting sleep take you. 

You dream of the past, where your three children sleep in your arms and your love holds you close.... “Please...” you beg, “Please give me my life back...”