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[thedarkone121]

Are Henry’s parents alive or around in your au? If they are, then has Anne-Marie met them or does she know about them?

In the world Anne-Marie exists, yes they are alive. They haven’t met their granddaughter yet. They have been sending letters to Jekyll to tell him to visit but the man is swamped with work and he knows his parents are going to be insufferable when they find out he has a daughter and he didn’t tell them sooner.

Especially his father, when he realizes that he didn’t Anne-Marie even know a hint of Scots.

For Anne-Marie? She’s heard of her grandparents but she never really thought twice about it. Her grandfather becomes her favorite if she ever met them because he’s willing to teach her Scottish 🤣

[respect-the-stache]

Hi Mr. Warfstache! Quick question: Is putting pineapple on pizza considered a crime?

Experimenting with food is never a crime. How else do you think I discovered the magical taste of French fries and a milkshake? It's the perfect dipping sauce!

~ᗯIᒪ

[evita-shelby]

Blood

for @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem: "Who did this to you?"

cw: blood, injury, racism, stalking, mentions of attempted sexual assault, pregnancy and mentions of murder

While no one would be idiotic enough to try something on a Shelby, there is always someone who wants to test Tommy’s limits.

Mostly they fuck off after Eva made sure everyone knew she walks armed, but this time it is not enough.

Donal Henry had been bothering her for a while, so she steered clear of him and made sure she never ventured out alone. Then he took it as a challenge and now made sure to try and corner her when he knew Tommy was busy elsewhere or her companions had strayed.

“Did you think I’d stop just ‘cause you bring the darkie with you?” Henry corners her at the market while Rose Jesus is distracted with her children.

Eva is no stranger to steel on her skin, no stranger to men who think she is something to be destroyed both body and soul, and yet it is never a good experience. Her first kill was a drunk captain wanting to rape her, then several soldiers who had heard the rumor that she was only useful to the revolution as long as she remained a virgin and then the American Policemen who arrested her in Texas that first time.

“Do you know you keep breathing because of me?” She learned young that you cannot show fear, fear gets you killed. But she is as terrified as she had been that morning in the dirty nurses’ tent with the man reeking of sweat and aguardiente pinned her to the ground.

“Shelby won’t do a fucking thing. He can’t if he wants to stay alive.” Donal laughs knowing it’s just talk, just Eva trying to keep the mask of untouchable woman as he presses the knife to her tan neck hard enough to draw blood.

He thinks that because Tommy doesn’t know is because she’s afraid. Eva’s not telling her husband because she doesn’t want to make everyone think she can’t handle it when she’s handled worse.

“You are a spy for the Irregulars, and they know. It won’t be Campbell or O'Donnell who gets you. It will be one of my husband's men. In this very alley, your blood will paint the stones.” It would be easy to kill him, but she doesn’t want to carry his blood on her flesh like the rest of them. She came here for peace, and that includes peace of mind. Eva doesn’t want the nightmares or the ghosts of the people she’s killed to grow worse, not now when she nurtures new life inside her.

Children carry the sins of their parents. The witch refuses to add Donal Henry to her boy’s burden when being her son and Tommy’s is more than enough.

“Liar!” The knife slides and the blood stains her white summer blouse. It won’t wash out, a shame, Eva spent almost a month just doing the embroidery on it. Still, after this display of desperation at wanting to make her truly afraid, the traitor lets her go once he hears Rose’s accented voice call out for her.

The Dominican woman offers her a handkerchief with her daughter’s crude stitching and says nothing about it. She has faced many terrible things here and her home island, it is why the Reverend’s wife and the Witch get on so well. Besides she is the only other being here that speaks Spanish and Eva fears she will lose her mother tongue the more she gets accustomed to England.

Will you tell him, her eyes ask.

Eva avoids her eyes the entire way back, so she won’t hear her answer.

The cut won’t scar, as long as she wears high necked things until it is gone no one will see it and ask. No one’s had time to notice her strangeness, Tommy’s takeover of London and the rebuilding of the Garrison has everyone firing on all cylinders, even Tommy hasn’t had time to fuss over her.

She is fighting the urge to smoke when she takes a steaming hot bath with the flowers and scents meant to relax her and keep anyone from knowing something is amiss. Eva rests her head and shuts her eyes knowing it won’t be long before Donal Henry dies in a dirty alley near the Black Lion. She hears Tommy come in, and thinks she’s gotten away with it until he comes to kneel behind the tub and with his unusually cold and rough hands undo the lazy bun she wore to keep her long hair out of her bath.

His fingers massage her head before moving slowly to her neck and the gentle touch causes her to wince. It is not a groan of pleasure that comes from her lips, but a groan of pain that he elicits as he traced the length of the cut that’s still fresh enough to hurt.

“Who did this to you?” Thomas asks quietly, his anger not aimed at her but at the poor bastard who dared touch his wife.

“Donal Henry, but you already knew that.” The witch keeps her eye shut as she tries to relieve the endless fatigue the baby and all the troubles are giving her. She knows he’s aware of Henry’s persistent stalking, she hasn’t even had to tell him because nothing can happen in Small Heath without him knowing it.

Eva told him she didn't want blood on theor hands, and Donal Henry must've been heard repeating her words, so Thomas Shelby had the man strangled to death in the same alley he harassed her in. Too bad he didn't spill his blood, her prediction would have been entirely truthful.

“I can have his head served to you on a silver platter, love.” It is pride and anger that makes him offer her that, something she refuses with a grimace and a shake of her head as his hands moved to massage her shoulders to relieve the weight she’s been caring for so long.

“No, I just… never want to see that man again.” And she will get her wish because Tommy will move heaven and earth for her.

She worries parenthood will change that, she’s seen a dark-haired woman in the cards and a return of the odious blonde seeking to take what was never hers. Eva gave him an ultimatum before they married, that she would never forgive infidelity from him, that the moment she stops being the only person in his heart and bed is the moment she is gone.

Eva has always been a selfish and willful girl, and it won’t change because the world expects women to grin and bear it when men will not do the same if the shoe was on the other foot.

“You won’t, the job’s already been done and tomorrow he’ll feed the wild animals on the rode to London.” His words assuage the fear of losing him just as everything begins to fall into place, but a part of her hopes the blood on their hands doesn’t taint the beautiful future she saw as they made love in that tub in Brighton.

Tommy is close enough to her that she can feel his every breath, his every heart beat as he moved his lips from the shell of her ear to her jaw and then kissed the edge of the cut on her neck as lightly as he could, as if he could heal it with his love.

“Don’t throw him in our spot, Tom.” She murmurs and he chuckled quietly but never stopped his worship of her.

“I won’t, love. Our tree and our flowers on that side of the road is for us to make love every time we go down to London.”

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt60 [END]

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“Any word on how the others are doing?” Marvin asked Chase as they stood in the kitchen. Anti was digging away in the fridge and popped back out with an apple in his mouth, two cans of soda in one hand, and one in his other. He handed Chase one can, tossed one to Marvin, and leaned against the counter, taking a large bite of the apple. It had only been a few hours since they finally caught Night; Jackie had fallen asleep, and Marvin slipped out to see if there were any updates. 

“JJ said he, Mare, Phantom, and Mad are still checking on people to make sure no one remembers the fight.” Chase cracked open the soda and took a sip. “Sounds like the property damage has been fixed already.” 

“What’s fuckface up to?” Anti asked. 

“Last time Edward texted, he said Night was asleep. Gave him a cast, x-rayed his body, and said his healing is just short of how Jackie’s is.” Chase said. 

“That would explain how he survived Jackie.” Marvin chewed his lip. 

“You should probably get some more rest, Marvin.” Chase’s comment got Marvin to raise a brow at him. “You’ve been through a lot today as well. Henrik’s at the Manor for now to help with Night, but it sounds like he’s stable. He’ll get sent back soon and will give you hell if he sees you walking around already.” 

“I’ll text you if anything juicy gets brought up,” Anti said. 

“Alright.” Marvin didn’t feel like arguing. He did want to go back and see how Jackie was doing. “Go make sure the others aren’t running themselves ragged as well.” 

“Can do.” Anti did a salute that got a playful eye roll from Marvin as he left the kitchen and went back to Jackie’s room. 

“Jackie?” Marvin opened the door and found Jackie still sprawled out on the bed, softly snoring. He smiled as he sat his drink down on the bedside table and brushed Jackie’s hair out of his face. “You’re not allowed to get that pissed again,” Marvin said mostly to himself before stepping aside to pick up the book he was about halfway finished with. He sat on the bed as well and chuckled when Jackie mumbled and flipped over to his stomach, putting himself between Marvin’s legs, arms wrapped around his waist, and head resting on his stomach. “Comfortable?”

“Yeah.” Jackie nuzzled against Marvin. “Say it again.” 

“Say it again?” Marvin echoed, and he chuckled again when he realized what Jackie meant. “I love you.” He watched as that gave Jackie the biggest grin and made him hum happily. “Such a dork.”

“Your dork.”

“My dork.” 

x~x~x

“Have you guys figured out when you’re making up your date?” Marvin asked from one of the living room chairs. Jackie was in the chair next to him, hugging a knee to his chest while playing a game on his phone.

“No.” Anti huffed as he sprawled out on the couch, remote in hand and clicking through random shows and movies. 

“Have you asked him about it?” Marvin watched Anti drop his arm and whine. “That’s a no.” 

“Dark’s the one that got it all set up and stuff, I don’t want to sound all gross by asking about it.” 

“Gross?”

“Clingy or something. I don’t know.” 

“It’s not clingy to help reschedule a date. If Dark thinks that, then I’ll have a lovely discussion with him about it.” 

“You’ll give him another lecture?” 

“His ears will be bleeding by the time I’m done with him,” Marvin smirked. 

“Must have summoned him,” Anti said when he took out his buzzing phone. “Hey, Darky.” He answered the call as he got up and left the room.

“Tell him not to be a coward!” Marvin called after him. He chuckled at himself and then looked at Jackie, seeing how he was now just staring at his phone. “You okay?” 

“Hm? Oh…yeah.” Jackie lowered his phone and rested his cheek on his knee. “Could you say it again?” 

“I love you.” Marvin leaned over and poked Jackie’s forehead, getting both of them to chuckle. Jackie caught Marvin’s hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Oh, you flirt. Did Illinois teach you that?”

“No…maybe.” 

x~x~x

“Why do we even have pillows if you keep using my stomach?” Marvin teased, hands playing with Jackie’s hair as the two of them lay in his bed. 

“Extra support.” Jackie’s answer was muffled by Marvin’s stomach. 

“Whatever you say.” Marvin clicked his tongue and was now fully messing with Jackie’s hair, fluffing it out. 

“Hey!” Jackie laughed with his protest and pushed himself up. “You’re making me look like a green hedgehog.” 

“A cute green hedgehog.” Marvin chuckled and started fixing Jackie’s hair. He hummed when he noticed that Jackie had paused and looked at him. 

“I love you.” Jackie suddenly said. Marvin smiled and placed his hands on Jackie’s face before pulling him into a kiss. Jackie tried to say something else, but Marvin flipped them over so he was on his back, and Marvin straddled his hips. “I-I-uh-I-” Any thought Jackie had before flew out the window as Marvin casually slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

“I love you too, bug.” Marvin winked before giving Jackie another kiss. 

x~x~x

Marvin adjusted the collar of his turtleneck when he assumed no one else was looking at him. He knew Jackie was watching and had to resist the urge to tease him about how embarrassed he looked since he was the reason why Marvin was covering his neck in the first place.

“Any guesses why we’re doing a meeting?” Marvin asked Illinois.

“No idea. Dark just told all of us to get ready.” 

“The only thought I have is that it’s gotta have something to do with Host,” Yancy said. “Haven’t been seeing him ever since we brought Night in. Mad’s been around a lot more, too. They must got something going on.” 

“How is…uh…how is Night?” Jackie asked. 

“He kind of just sulks in his room. Don’t really talk to no one but Host and Edward.” Yancy shrugged.

“They took his cast off today; he’s healed,” Illinois added. 

“Okay.” Jackie shrank in on himself a bit, giving Marvin a soft smile when he took his hand. 

“Everyone to the meeting room,” Dark announced from the doorway. “They’re ready for us.” 

“I think Yancy was right,” Marvin said as he and the rest of the Egos filed into the meeting room. He looked around the space. Night was missing, but he had a chair at the now larger table. Yet that one chair in the corner was still there. With how the Manor adapted, there was no way it was just a spare. 

“Thank you all for joining us at such short notice.” Host said as everyone found their seats. Mad wasn't sitting and instead was standing next to Host and hugging a stack of papers to his chest. Marvin also noticed that Wilford didn’t summon his usual array of treats and snacks on the table. Wilford was in his seat and looking down at his lap, his face showing he either knew or could feel that something was wrong. 

That was not a good sign. 

JJ sat next to Wilford and leaned against him, likely saying something to him in his head, judging by how Wilford would occasionally nod. 

“I would like to start by apologizing for my inability to properly read my original vision.” Host held a hand up when some protests were voiced to get them to stop. “I was under the misguided assumption that I was no longer an aspect of going out and retrieving newly arrived Egos since I have not done so since the very beginning and even then, that was an abnormal case compared to how we work nowadays.” 

“Wait, does that mean you were supposed to get Night?” Bing asked. 

“It does. Much of this hassle would have never happened had I read that correctly. I knew something was wrong, but I could not place exactly what. Jackie, Marvin, I am sorry for the harm I caused.” Host turned his head toward the two.

“You didn’t do anything, Host,” Marvin said. “You didn’t hurt us or force Night to do the shit he did.” 

“We have learned several times what happens when we go against the vision, and if we hadn’t, then none of that would have happened.”

“And me and Jackie might not be dating.” 

“I’m sure that-”

“Shit happened, things went weird and messy, but we’re all here now and okay. We got Night, everything is settled, and now we can just move on.” 

“Well…about that.” Mad finally spoke. “There’s some more-uh-news to be shared.” 

“There is another.” Host stated in that voice, and everyone broke out into overlapping comments. “There is another.” He repeated and that managed to get everyone to quiet down enough. “And the one who has to get him is not with us right now.” 

“There’s no way we can get Night to agree to bring someone here,” Chase stated.

“It’s not Night.” Host’s face was aimed at Dark and Marvin saw that Wilford’s face twisted like he was in pain. “It’s time for him to come home, Dark.” 

“We don’t know where he is,” Dark stated, his own face flat and emotionless. 

“Who?” Anti asked. 

“It has to do with that one door, doesn’t it?” Marvin could see how most of the Ipliers were beginning to look uncomfortable. 

“It does.” Host answered. “And I can tell you exactly where he is now with this vision and where to send him to get the newest one. I do not know who this new one is, but we cannot risk going against the vision again. There is already going to be a lot of risk. We don’t need to add that.”

“What other risk is there?” Henrik asked. “The way you are saying that tells me there is even more.” With that comment, all eyes went to Mad; he was up there for a reason, and he hadn’t shared yet. 

“I…I had a theory a while ago about the rift in reality that brings us here, and the fact another Ego is coming in so soon already made me want to look into it even more.” Mad placed his papers down and started shuffling through them. Marvin looked at Jackie and saw how his eyes were wide, and he looked ready to throw up. “I thought it was a temporary thing or a once-in-a-blue-moon moment, but we’ve looked more into it, and the…the rift is growing.” 

“It’s growing?” Dark’s voice showed he wanted more explanation. 

“Y-Yes. It’s…It’s getting bigger, changing. I need to look more into it to see if it’s just a shift that needs time to adjust or if it’s something that will continue to grow until…until it can’t anymore.” Mad took a deep breath. “But at the moment the focus is the fact that the rift has changed and will cause problems any day now.”

“What kind of problem?” Mare asked. Marvin was surprised that Mare didn’t already know. Mad really had kept it all a secret from everyone. 

“There’s going to be more than just Egos appearing. I don’t think it’s going to be supernatural beings that we are aware of. It’s not going to be vampires or werewolves or stuff like that. I think it’s going to be monstrous amalgamations. Distorted and corrupted mashings of things that the average human would know but maybe larger. I can’t say exactly yet and might not be able to until they start arriving.” Mad’s explanation was met with silence. Everyone just stared and tried to process what they had been told.

Eventually, Marvin spoke.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” 

[totheseus]

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[truthful-conclusion]

-> It's dark outside, isn't it? Darky, rainy night. Rain droplets lightly tapping against a young man's window. A certain calm that had a sense of unease mixed in. - @angelic-works [ ! ] [Answer whenever you feel like it !]

✦ [ Faint moonlight shone through the gaps in the blinds, barely visible as they slightly illuminated the teenager's bed through nearly invisible rays of moonlight. The sound of rain droplets calmly hitting the window would've been therapeutic for most people, a gentle sound in the dark. The wind softly directed the rain, the night gently noisy. ] 🪻

✦ [ The teenager sat up a bit, lifting his head off of the soft pillows that crowned the mattress of the bed he was seated on. Pulling the dark navy blue blanket that rested on him lazily, Ozo moved towards the window that was placed directly next to his bed, due to the bed being right against the wall. Moving the blinds out of the way softly, the young man gazed outside of the window, his eyes roaming over the damp grass and trees, the rain padding against all that was outside. His hands rested on the windowsill as he looked outside, faint moonlight hitting his face. ] 🪻

✦ [ Even with how calm the night was, lingering uneasiness haunted Ozo. Like a permanent cage, and he was taunted with the key just out of reach. ] 🪻

[horizon-verizon]

I don’t know if someone has already asked you this question, but what made you ship Daemyra?

For me, it really comes down to how it ended—pure tragedy. And I’m a sucker for tragic endings, which GRRM himself has said he eagerly gravitates toward🤭 A lot of people argue that Rhaenyra and Daemon weren’t really a romance, just a political match, but I’ve always disagreed with that—especially since that claim tends to come from Rhaenyra antis for some reason🫣🫣

Imo they absolutely fit the tragic romance genre. The love, the loss, the downfall—it’s all there. Their story isn’t just political maneuvering; it’s layered with INTENSE emotion, misunderstanding and devastation. But they were happy once, for years, and for a man like Daemon it speaks volumes

No matter what did or didn’t happen, or what might’ve happened or should’ve happened—it doesn’t change the fact that they are the absolute embodiment of a OTP. They’re messy, unconventional, definitely not the healthiest dynamic lol, but I honestly don’t think GRRM cares about that at all. He made them matter. In a sense they remind me of Rhaelya (they’re different ofc do not mistaken me, but they have some echoes when you really think about it)

They carried on the Targaryen line even after Rhaenyra was usurped and deposed. Their sons both became kings. They married in secret on Dragonstone and were basically shunned for it. And they died five months apart in the same year. That detail alone should’ve sealed it for everyone. GRRM is a deeply sentimental writer—he doesn’t do things like that by accident. There’s a reason why he stated that Daemon’s relationship with Rhaenyra was his favourite aspect of him (“him” being one of his favourite characters). He put a lot of care in them. He REALLY wanted them to be Dany’s ancestors

Sorry I digressed a little, but I love your posts and analyses, they’re always so well structured with solid arguments, it’s refreshing, especially when it’s about book canon🙏🏻🙏🏻👍🏻

Firstly, thank you, anon! I try, hope I don't come across as pretentious.

Answer to the question

This is one post answering why people in general may ship them.

I, specifically horizon-verizon, ship Daemyra bc of the specific duality and how it breeds the passion between them, because their duality has contradictions that nevertheless make things work between them: their sheer compatibility, their matching each other's values, passion, pride, but ability to really understand each other that entails an electric and yet comforting sort of intimacy that entails "softness". They as individuals are very unapologetically themselves, and I also envy that. When they are together, it's dynamo, dynamite, and there's a kind of serenity-of-accepting-who-the-other-is at the core (until of course kids are dying, and their separation does not help that, but that, I have criticisms of how GRRM essentially recreates a "mad-mother" trope). Even in Rhaenyra's order to have Nettles killed (and after @rhaenin-time has both put out posts here and Twitter Abt it, I don't know if Rhaenyra was actually after Nettles in a racist she-couldn't-seduce-him-bc-she's-a-darkie sort of way, but it was still an abuse of power and wrong and self-defeating in so many ways at its core), she is determined to lay "claim" on this man and he her, in lieu of this intimacy they have had for years. Like she can't be "properly" herself without him (again, as I said in another post, Rhaenyra would not give up her kids for him).

So when you say: "it's layered with intense emotion, misunderstanding, and devastation", for me, it's more so the emotion part, but for me their end actually reinforces the feeling of their "unity" to me, again, bc Rhaenyra looking to reestablish that connection she thinks is lost but also because the story is framed in a way were not just her, but Daemon's deaths were tragic not just for their house but women (ironically, considering who Daemon was but again, it's the DUALITY for me!, just differently here) and the realm against the Long Night. It's like they, together, were sort of "meant", if you catch my drift, when you put it all together, and even though I don't really believe in soulmates as in our souls were literally composed by semi-conscious or conscious external forces to "be" together or that we are halves of a whole, I do and have always loved when two puzzle pieces fit together. Whether it's by a sameness or by a difference "fitness".

Rhaelya

It's also why I love Rhaelya, and with Rhaelya it's as you point out about the DEVASTATION--a bit more or at least obviously than Daemyra--as an equal element to the others . I really love how the haunting of RhaegarxLyanna seems to have in the narrative even when they aren't being mentioned: Needs constant and more-more frequent memories of Lyanna as well as Robert's hatred and Cersei's later musings set us up to sense this couple without ever actually meeting them. Not to mention Dany dreams of Rhaegar at least 3 times. They therefore HAVE to mean something to what's going to be revealed later on, esp in lieu of what fans argue what really happened to make them risk so much to want to run away together. We know it's definitely not a thing of logic, so what is left to us is to either reject them or to explore the possibilities of why they did this through examining their emotional ties to others to get a sense of what values and emotional landscapes they had to themselves. And what attracted them together, which I also have already written several times as to why they were attracted to each other and why Rhaegar was not raping Lyanna. And like, Daemyra, this ship or their ends, to me, simply reinforce this sense of them being pretty "perfect" for each other, and like Daemyra OF ONLY THEY HADN'T LIVED IN THE WORLD (really the unfair sociopolitical circumstances and timing out of their control) THEY DID.

It's like they all (but esp Rhaelya) represent an intimacy that can never be or survive long bc the world will not allow it, but is deliciously potent and the "best" therefore it is "worth" great risks. It's also like saudade, in a way. Saudade is a Portuguese and Galician word for the feeling of missing and remembering something/someone that was lost and you can never regain it back again but there's sometimes happiness that the thing has existed, and sometimes it encompasses the feeling of missing something before it even disappears or is lost. And an aspect is that you cannot control the future, like some things are fateful not bc they were predetermined but because loss is a part of life and we can control nothing (or in some cases, we want something so bad we misinterpret things and lose things that way).

In Rhaeyla's case, the haunting and saudade is in how you (reader, Ned, Lyanna, or Rhaegar, take your pick, there are layers to this) miss what was could have been if such and such didn't already happen for it to be nearly impossible but you know what sweet thing it would have been if it had been successful or allowed to happen. Similar for Daemyra, but that one really is more political-political and focuses more on sexism. And since the Targs devolve after all the sexism in their own house to rule the larger sexist realm....ah, I just LOVE IT all!

There's a bittersweet acknowledgement of one losing one's "innocence" in that process that parallels that central loss of saudade, because I sense and the narrative supports that Rhaegar and Lyanna's deaths are INCLUDED in the tragedies of Elia's and those children's deaths. The "innocence" is not the same kind of innocence Elia and her kids had, but it is an "innocence" in that something that "fitting" could not easily be without riding that fine, dangerous line between great happiness or mortality that in itself highlights how very human that phenomenon makes the "riders" (Lyanna, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Rhaegar). You also lost a "pure" thing that for once came from the unmitigated sincerity of yourself, this investment of intimacy that you have "discovered". It doesn't make you a "good" person, it makes you a very passionate and vulnerable and fallable one. I like to think of it in a ITWV way, Lestat and Louis and Pandora and Armand, all such messy people looking for love.

Not only did Elia's kids die unjustly bc of the violence done to them and to her and how it was preventable, the Lannisters (or really Tywin) and the Lannisters and the royal Targaryens are all a part of this feudal system that ensures such a thing would inevitably happen again because of the repressive love vs duty binary that eventually ended with a dynasty self-imploding. Whether as a collective or as individuals, people really are their worst enemies, and this is where the feeling and set up of "entrapment" stems from. We are capable of great evil and great, positive, amazing things and the things are often intertwined or happening at once or feul each other.

I already explained how Daemyra's duality is to me so tantalizing yet so comforting, bc through each other they seem to finally validate themselves--to me, this is what makes it "pure". In Rhaelya's case, there's again that critical element of each individual accepting who and what the other is, even celebrating it as if it's a "at long last" sort of scenario.

This is the "purity" I sense, despite yes how Rhaegar took it way too far to make as if their love would be the "fix" for his fulfillment of the prophecy if that's what he was going for. It was projection, but in a weird dual way, it reinforces just how much he regarded Lyanna bc he saw their relationship as worth that risk AND it's bitter sweetly ironic that the ONE time Rhaegar is purely selfish is when he does this, and it upends so much of the stuff he was working towards, it makes Lyanna run off with a married man to escape a very unhappy and likely-to-have-turned-out-abusive marriage, and kick-starts an already coming conflict towards open war. All things are true at once. Same for Rhaenyra for Daemon if one argued that she risked a lot to marry him; we do see that Viserys banned them from court after they married for a while and IF you were just thinking politically, you may argue that this was Alicent's chance to convince Viserys to remove Rhaenyra once and for all. Emotionally, we know that wasn't going to happen, but you know what I mean. There was an acknowledgement of a possible GREAT risk, but for them, more so themselves the individuals (Rhaenyra losing her seat and that being part of the extent they knew they risked).

Like GRRM, I am both a romantic and a Romantic at heart. Daemyra feels and presents as much more sensual than Rhaelya, but both present a dreaminess in the impossibleness of the possibility they are.

Fandom

Finally, I like how the ship(s) challenge people who wouldn't otherwise look for fiction centering such "Romanticsm" or care to understand it. As much as it pains me to listen to some of them. Too many moral absolutes.

[thedarkone121]

I have a question about the Anne-Marie fic

Does she know that hyde and jekyll are the same person aka does she know that hyde is also her father?

Cus it's been bugging me for ages and I just couldn't figure it out :3

Ah, someone has finally asked the question I’ve been dying to answer. Sorry if I’m about to ramble-dump on here 🤣

Long story short, yes. She knows Hyde and Jekyll are the same person. Well, I say she knows it’s more of a she figured it out 2 months before Jasper came into the picture.

The longer version is this; Anne-Marie — once she got over her shock of suddenly seeing a man she never met in her home — pretty quickly clocked onto the fact that Hyde looked familiar. This was before she lost her sight, by the way. Like she noticed he looked similar to her father. Hyde, realizing that she could easily figure out the connection between him and Jekyll, immediately began to avoid her after that. For that first year, Hyde was able to avoid her like he avoided Lanyon and Anne-Marie was left to stew with the fact her father’s new assistant looked similar to him.

Then the Chemical Accident came around and Hyde, out of concern and guilt, decided to check on Anne-Marie while she was recovering.

Now, for a long time, Anne-Marie didn’t think much of Hyde. To her, he was her father’s awfully brash assistant who kept getting her angry by calling her Annie, something only her father was allowed to do. In fact, a lot of the early days of Hyde-Hunting was Anne-Marie genuinely being angry at him for calling her Annie.

But as the days went on, Anne-Marie began to notice things.

Like how Hyde would always place her back in her room once she’s tired out from chasing him. How he would sometimes slip into a Scottish accent if she surprised hit him. Or how when he does call her Annie, it’s more of him not thinking twice about it and not actually to antagonize her.

For a good while, Anne-Marie thought Hyde was like a long-lost relative of her father’s because of her memory him closely resembling her father. It’s why she was super against the rumors of the two sleeping together, even though Hyde tries to play it off like that. But then she started to notice other things…

Stuff like how Hyde would talk to himself, like he’s talking to her father when he’s not in the room. How her father would do the same even though Hyde is also not in the room. How at one point, when Anne-Marie slammed a piano lid onto Hyde’s hand and injuring him, her father had the same injury when she touched his bandaged hand.

But the biggest thing that confirmed it for her? It was when she took her glasses off with him the room.

Hyde had a meltdown. He begged, pleaded, screamed at her to put her glasses back on. Anne-Marie, not used to hearing Hyde like that, immediately put her glasses back on. Hyde took a few minutes to calm down. Then he moved on like nothing had happened.

But Anne-Marie didn’t move on. She realized that Hyde didn’t want to see her scars. Even when she commented on this, Hyde’s careless words finally hit her.

“Well, it’s not my fault you stood close to a sizzling potion made by sham of a scientist who didn’t sleep properly that day.”

How did Hyde knew that? The story she told everyone was that she was alone in her father’s lab, how she became curious with his things and started to mess around. That’s what cause the explosion, according to Anne-Marie.

How did Hyde knew the truth? There was no way her father would tell someone like his bad-mouthed assistant.

Then, it clicked for her. Hyde was her father, in some way. Hadn’t her father talked about splitting souls at some point? And looking back on it now, of course Hyde’s very bad impression of a theater villain would be her father’s idea of evil.

Anne-Marie figured it out. But she never told Jekyll and Hyde that she figured it out. Since the two kept the secret, then Anne-Marie figured she could keep it as well.

Anne-Marie knew. But Jekyll and Hyde don’t realize that she knows.

[quinloki]

I bloody hate Tumblr, I didn't get to send the playlist in the ask so I'll send it again. (Assuming that you didn't get an ask about this one TT but, if I did send it... Just ignore my old ask and pretend you don't know who sent it since it was not an anon ask.)

Anyways, just wanted to say I love your fanfics (I read'em on Wattpad), especially 'Some Direction' and 'Just Like Fire'. At the moment, I'm reading 'Hat Trick' and I got hooked into in the first chapter. I haven't stopped thinking about it since work.

By the way, the playlist I made is quite mixed in terms of genre (K-pop, OPM/Original Pilipino Music, and Classical) and languages (Eng, Korean and Filipino), I hope you don't mind? Though, just in case, I noted down which is K-pop, OPM, and classical, including the language(s) they are sung in.

Sabo

- STARTAFIGHT by Joey Valence & Brae

- Hit and Run by LOLO

- What Do They Know by Mindless Self Indulgence

- I Want To Break Free by Queen

- Keep Myself Alive by Get Scared

Law & Crew

- Mary by Big Thief

- Bad Idea by Dove Cameron

- Bodies by Drowning Pool

- Barracuda by Heart

- In My Prison by IV of Spades [ OPM // ENG ]

Kid & Crew

- What's up Danger (With Black Caviar) by Blackway and Black Caviar

- PUNK! by BVDLVD ft. Lil Darkie

- Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat

- Kill Of The Night by Gin Wigmore

- Bad Reputation by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

[ NOTE: I haven't finished Wano, I just started out, so I'm mostly basing this on my first impression during the Sabaody Arc. ]

Marco

- Under Pressure by Queen

- There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

- Memories by Thutmose

- It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena

- Familia by Nicki Minaj, Anuel AA, Bantu

Shakky

- Welcome To the Jungle by Guns N' Roses

- Captivated by IV of Spades [ OPM // ENG ]

- I Ain't Perfect by IV of Spades [ OPM // ENG ]

- Just A Girl by No Doubt

- One Woman Army by Porcelain Black

Rayleigh

- Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

- Naughty Naughty by Porcelain Black

- Outta Get Me by Guns N' Roses

- Time Of My Life UPSAHL

- Egoistic by MAMAMOO [ K-pop // KOREAN ]

Kaku

- Stupid MF by Mindless Self Indulgence

- Figure It Out by Royal Blood

- Hunter or Prey by NOISEMAKER

- Revenge by (G)I-DLE [ K-pop // KOREAN BUT HAS ENGLISH ]

- Problems by Hayloft

Katakuri

- Violin Sonata in G Minor "Devil" by Giuseppe Tartini [ Classical ]

- Creep by Radiohead

- Glory and Gore by Lorde

- Are You Satisfied? by MARINA

- Misfit Lunatic by MISSIO

So I didn’t reply to this for a while because I needed time to check out the songs xD

Then I did and FORGOT TO BLOODY ANSWER THE ASK.

I liked a lot of these, my apologies for not having more detailed responses than that T-T - I’m pretty sure I added a couple and I know most of these are on my Liked list (so I can hear them again and again and see if they vibe more with time).

Thank you so much for going through and doing this with such focus \o/ it was helpful even if I apparently fever-dreamed replying >.<

Mom glad you’re enjoying the other stories \o/ and it should be obvious but I’ll say so just in case, I love all kinds of music, so there’s no disqualifications based on language ^_^ (also classical is great cause sometimes lyrics are distracting.)

[shizukazm]

PART 2!! ( THANKS FOR THE LIKES )

As Tco was picking up tdl, tdl said to him, " Don't touch me. " slowly getting up and continuing," you traitor. You used me! U used me to get free from our creator! He was clearly abusing you. That's why u used me. Now you're the reason I'm the villain. Stay away, " he said, slowly walking backwards." I wish I k1lled you when I had the chance!" Tco was flabbergasted, but he still replied," dark... I'm sorry but what you were doing was wrong! You didn't listen to me, so I had to fight against you in order to keep everything and everyone safe.." tdl looks him and the eyes and says," pfft- like I care. You betrayed me when I needed you. Tco tell me. Are strangers more important to you than me ? " Tco not knowing what to answer goes close to tdl and puts his hand on his shoulder." I know u feel betrayed and hated, but you know we can't live without each other.. Tdl please..I'm begging you...forgive me!" Tdls sighs, knowing that tco was right about one thing. They can't live without each other. Tdl sighs and answers, " Maybe I'll forgive you... I'll think about it. " Tco softly smiles at tdl. " Did you smile at me? " tdl asked. Tco quickly stops smiling and says, " NO- " . Tdl doesn't let him finish and says, " U look nice when you smile... I forgive u.." Tco flabbergasted again, answer looks at him." thx-? Now let's go." Tco starts flying, and tdl refuses that Tco will carry him. Tdl tries to fly, but due to his injuries, he fails . Tco comes and carries him without tdls permission. He starts flying. Tdl didn't say anything bc he knew he needed tcos help . They both arrive at tdls base after four 4hrs tco puts bandaids on tdls injuries and puts him in bed bc it was already nightwhen they arrived . " Good night, darky~ " " Night chocho "

PART 3 LIKES :15

[iamvegorott]

Would love to possibly see some fluff with Danti! I was thinking for the prompt gift giving or mistletoe!

“Your tie is so tight all that hot air gets stuck in that big head of yours!” 

“It’s much more presentable than an ill-fitting shirt and torn jeans!”

“It’s called being comfortable, tight-ass!”

“Are they arguing again?” Google groaned from the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, a book resting on his leg. 

“Yep.” Bing popped the p, his head on Google’s lap and not looking away from the handheld game he was playing. “Happy holidays~” He sang and chuckled at himself. Anti and Dark’s voices were now the background noise to their moment.

“It hasn't been the holidays in almost two months, and we’ve yet to take down the decor,” Google muttered, looking around the room and still seeing the colorful tinsel and paper snowflakes and even the mistletoe hanging in the archway between the living room and the kitchen. 

“It’s not in the way and makes CJ and RJ happy.” Bing shrugged. 

“You’d be a lot more fun if you finally fished that stick out of your ass!”

“You’d be a lot more tolerable if you finally learned when to shut your mouth!” 

“Why does Dark keep insisting on allowing Anti to be over here if all they do is yell at each other?” Google closed his book, giving up on being able to focus for the time being. 

“I bet you could take a wild guess and figure it out.” Bing chuckled, already having a good idea, but kept it to himself since he wasn’t about to share his theory and get literally thrown if he was wrong. Hell, he’d probably still get thrown if he was correct. If there were full proof of it, then he’d be able to speak…somewhat freely. This was Dark, so proof or not, he could be a bit stubborn. 

“I think they’re coming to the living room.” Google sighed, setting his book aside and getting ready to stand up. Being in the same space as an arguing Anti and Dark was not the most fun since, oftentimes, one would get caught in the crossfire no matter what you do. 

“Maybe we can figure out what they’re fighting about.” Bing paused his game and rolled over, moving himself so he was lying fully across Google’s lap, and put his arms on the armrest. 

“Why do you care? It’s usually something petty.” Google was sighing again, debating whether he just wanted to lift Bing with him. 

“I’m curious.” Bing chuckled.

“You’re nosy.” Google teased with a light scoff. 

“A bit of both.” 

“What are you two robots up to?” Anti asked with a bit of a giggle, leaning back against the entrance to the room.

“Androids.” Google automatically corrected. 

“It is enough that you come here and bother me, but do you need to harass the other Ipliers as well.” Dark sighed as he stood at the entrance as well, and Bing couldn’t help himself from snickering. 

“What you laughing at?” Anti asked, tilting his head up to see what Bing pointed toward. “Well, look at that~” 

“Do I want to-” Dark stopped when he saw the mistletoe hanging above himself and Anti. “We really should take down the decor.” 

“You do know the rules of mistletoe, right, Darky?” Anti nearly had a purr to his voice. 

“The holidays have passed,” Dark stated. 

“Okay? And? Shut up and come here.” Anti seemed a bit too excited about the situation and grabbed Dark by the front of his bazer to yank him into a kiss. 

“Ayo!” Bing cheered, breaking out into a loud laugh. He was waiting to see if his theory was correct or if Dark would push Anti away. There was a pause before something finally snapped, and Bing got his answer as Dark placed firm hands on Anti’s waist and pulled him in as close as possible, continuing the kiss. Bing wasn’t able to see if it went any further than that since Google placed a hand over his eyes. “Dude!” 

“You’re in public.” Google reminded, and all Bing heard was a laugh from Anti. The static feeling on his tongue told him Anti had left, likely taking Dark with him. 

“Did that answer your question?” Bing asked as Google lowered his hand.

“It did, and I wish to never witness it again.” 

[jackzix]

Passing forward!!

Since I only talk to you and Ven I'll only pass it to you 2

So answer with 5 songs ya listen to then forward to 10 followers!!!

WAHHHHH!!!! EXPLODES???

Bring the pain by msi

Diabolical by msi

Rape Me by Toxic Lipstick

Fuck Everything by Euringer

Sluts wit nuts by Lil Darkie

[novaursa]

Can I have a request?

I don't have any specific plot but I am craving Ned/Jaime fanfic. Darky dark as you probably can.

As I answered to another anon a few hours ago, I don't write canon character x canon character pairings.

I don't like them and they don't inspire me. It's just not something I do.

It's stated in the rules for submitting requests how I do only character x reader stories.

Please, stop sending me these requests. The next ones I receive will be deleted without further warning.

[respect-the-stache]

Will you ever get more cats

Perhaps! Then again, there's a chance that the answer could be a 'no'- ...Who knows? I know Darky certainly wouldn't object to a bigger cuddle party, though. ^^

~ᗯIᒪ

[thedarkone121]

I love your new oc Taj but I feel so bad for if and when the kid should meet Hyde.

Thank you so much! I need to post the rest of Annie’s orphanage friends on Tumblr at some point. Also, the meeting between those was definitely interesting 🤣 Let’s just say, a misunderstanding caused Taj to pull a Kukri knife at his future father-in-law’s face 🤣

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

Happy STS! Do you associate your MCs with any specific songs?

This is gonna be a short answer but I don’t have a very deep answer lmao

I don’t usually associate songs with specific characters, I do often think of Arsioly when I hear COLOSSAL CONFLICT by Lil Darkie though

I also associate the songs Katyusha and Smuglianka (specifically the Red Army Choir versions) with Biting the Bullet as a whole and I’d like to sincerely apologize for that ���� I wish I had a better explanation but the entire reason is that I feel like Kristalyc nationalist propaganda songs would have the vibe of those songs and I keep imagining rebel soldiers singing them in terrible mocking accents while trying not to laugh