#even when i treated my beloved so poorly and othered him

[sensitivedead]

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[gothy-froggy]

Astarion Headcanons

Fluff dating headcanons

This man deserves it. Astarion x Gn! Reader

(Bg3 Astarion spoilers?) + not proofread

As we know that Astarion is not used to this kind of treatment or care. For 200 years he used his body to lure people for his master. And was treated poorly on top of that. This is something he isn’t used to.

Small physical touch

A simple squeeze of the arm, putting a hand over his, Astarion craves for it.

They’re so simple, yet, holds so much meaning.

Such pure and innocent intentions behind them. Intimate, not sexually. Just so much emotion and such a strong connection from a simple touch.

He likes it.

Even a simple, quick or a lingering kiss is just so nice. Astarion has kissed, slept, and held many, but not like this. It’s quite exciting.

The feeling of his beloved’s finger softly running through his hair got a sigh of content out of Astarion. His eyes fluttered closed. The way the their fingers goes through his curls, barely scratching his scalp. It was peaceful.

This was peaceful.

“Star.” They whispered. Astarion opened his eyes. He sat up from laying on their lap, facing his partner. A shaky breath aired out as his eyes shut as they placed their hands on his cheeks, brushing along his jawline. No words were exchanged. None had to.

Their feelings, thoughts, and love for each other were so loud despite not one opened one’s mouth.

No words could describe how much they cared for another.

Astarion grew to return such acts with the intention and his feelings being present. It was difficult at first. It was…odd for him. It was either awkward in his mind, or the spiral to disgust and the feeling of tainted leaking through the cracks of his heart and mind, perhaps his soul at well.

But the reassurance from his lover always pulled him back.

Nicknames

The nickname given to him? Star. It was definitely a shock to him hearing that as his nickname. He can’t help but be a little flustered.

He loves it. Astarion would live for it. Astarion loved it even more once he figured out the reason why his lover calls him Star.

Of course, he calls his dear, love, treasure, other sweet pet names, but the one his love gave him doesn’t seem to be defeated.

The night was chilling as the stars twinkled, dancing in the moonlight. Astarion sat on a big rock with his lover. Their gaze focused on the balls of light in the dark sky. Astarion’s was locked onto them.

“Do tell, my dear. Why ‘Star’ as my nickname?” He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. Their eyes meets his, a small, gentle smile appearing on their face.

“Your name has star in it. A-s-t-a-r-i-o-n. Stars twinkle, they’re beautiful , like you.” Astarion let out a huff. Perhaps a small scoff.

“Well, I am beautiful.” A charming smile plastered over his face. His lover laughed, placing a hand over his as they leaned forward.

“You’re my star.” They whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. Astarion paused, processing their words and the simple touches.

“You really are full of surprises.” Astarion whispered.

‘Their Star.’ He thought. It brought swirls of warmth inside his chest

Astarion’s love for the pet name Star becomes addictive. He gets slightly annoyed and disappointed when his partner doesn’t call him Star.

Hell, his treasure could even make him beg to be called Star if they wanted to.

It honestly irritates him how much he enjoys the silly little pet name. They really don’t hold much value or worth anything…or is that him and enslavement to Casador for centuries?

Nether the less, his love is here to show him what real is. What true love really is.

Perhaps the pet name is a spark of light for him.

His comfort (lover’s scent and warmth)

Nothing is more precious than holding someone with such passion. True passion.

Astarion struggled most on this. Surprising as it is, but the comfort involves holding someone. Being so close to their body with trust, letting your guard down,

But getting comfortable with having comfort is the most troublesome.

The fear of it being taken away becomes dread.

His nightmares are over, but they still plague his mind, making it hard to break through and open up. After a while, he did. He regrets not being able to break through before.

Whether it was a nightmare, or the utter crave of affection and his comfort, he always gets it. Astarion creeps into the tent, sliding an arm under his love’s, wrapped around their waist and pulling them close.

He presses his face into their neck, taking a slow and small sniff. Just smelling their scent, not just their blood, brought so much warmth and comfort. The warmth, the feeling of their body made all his stress move away. Astarion smiled to himself, pressing a lingering kiss on his lover’s shoulder, before whispering:

“Wherever you go, wherever you are..” Astarion paused, hesitant to continue as the fear and feeling of disgust creeps back in. Trying to pull him back to what he knows. Yet he fights it. The arm around their waist caused a small squeeze as he took a shaky breath before continuing.

“Is forever my home.” He whispered, forcing them out and choking over his words out.

“You are my true home.”

Maybe, just maybe, the fight for something new is worth it.

[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[kisakis-boyfriend]

on my knees begging and sobbing for more freminet content

maybe afab!freminet x vampire!reader ??? owo

Freminet x vampire reader

Author's Note: As usual, Freminet is 20+ — Woohoo more vampire HCs!! I hope you enjoy these, dear anon :D

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, vampire!reader, sub/bottom!Freminet, trans Freminet, consuming blood, biting, hair pulling, eating out, fluff

Oh this little cutie...he's so so shy and timid, you truly want to eat him up

Vampires are predators, and the way that Freminet instinctually tried to escape when your sharp fangs went to pierce his skin for the first time set your own instincts in motion

Whenever you both felt a bit more playful he would take advantage of these instincts:

“Run all you like, little one. We both know who's faster~” You purred dangerously, stalking after your beloved as he turned the corner in your large abode. Running down yet another hallway with his heart pounding in his eardrums from the excitement of this little game you both liked to play. The familiar clicking of your footsteps on the wooden floors pulled his full attention behind him, though the human had no time to react as a strong hand reached out and yanked his frail body backwards by his hair

“See? I told you running was useless. What will you do now, darling?” Freminet always found your voice extra sexy when you hunted and inevitably caught him, whimpering as your breath fanned against his sensitive ears

The human grasped at your arm, begging for you to claim what was rightfully yours. “Ah! N-no please...I'm sorry...I'll let you bite me, I-I promise I'll b-be good now...” Freminet stammered, pressing back against your chest

While the young blond was fearful when you first met, he soon grew to adore you just as much as you adored him

The way you treat him gently and kindly, helping him during conversations when his social anxiety acts up, sends his heart aflutter

Freminet viewed himself as weak and even useless sometimes, but you knew that those things weren't true. You helped him speak of himself a bit more kindly, praising his efforts and ingraining positivity into his pretty little head whenever possible

The human was especially insecure about what existed in between his legs, or rather...what didn't

But, as usual, you couldn't have that. What kind of lover would you be if you let your darling think of himself so poorly?

“Oooohh~ Oh y/n... d-don't tease me like– Ah!” Freminet gasped as your lips connected with the fragile skin on his thigh again. Another bruise blooming on the surface from your harsh sucking

“Sorry, baby. I can't help it, I just love your thighs so much~” You whispered against his skin, trailing feather-soft kisses upwards until you reached the area around his entrance, giving his cunt a few kitten licks while he mewled in embarrassment

Freminet bucked into your mouth as you began licking and sucking on his sensitive pussy, lapping up the slick dripping out the longer you teased him. Using your thumb and forefinger to spread his lips apart, your tongue dipped fully inside of your lover's heat, penetrating him as a moan escaped your lips. It was a well known fact that human blood tasted delicious, or else your kind wouldn't so eagerly feed from them, but who knew that a human's other fluids could taste this good too?

“Mmm~ Angel, you are so amazing. You know that?” The compliment caught Freminet by surprise, earning a squeak of embarrassment in return while he turned his head to the side as an attempt to hide the growing blush on his freckled cheeks. The reaction caused you to chuckle, swiftly returning to devouring the adorable man's pussy, using your fingers to pinch and rub at the puffy clit just above his entrance. Your tongue continued exploring the wet hole long after Freminet had cum, graciously tasting every drop that he provided for you, even as painfully pleasant overstimulation kicked in

Human blood is similar to any food or drink that they would consume; everyone has their own distinct flavor profile, even amongst the same blood type

Freminet's blood is crisp, refreshing, and slightly cooler than most humans' tend to be (perhaps due to his cryo affinity?)

Though he is a more timid individual, he oh so enjoys your feeding sessions. Sometimes he even begs you to bite down or suck harder, clawing at your back and leaving angry red scratches on your skin

The aphrodisiac that vampires inject with their bite turns Freminet into the most adorable whimpering mess, begging to take your cock as if he needs it to survive

And you happily give into his desires~

If Freminet begs you to pound him against the wall or bend him over something, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to fill his cunt with cum until it's gushing out around your dick, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to pull his hair, slap him, spank him, or spit on/in him, you do just that

Your human is just too precious. You're always trying to indulge in his kinky requests, eager to be a good master for the boy

Especially because, after it's all over, you're the one who gets to soothe him. Singing his praises while you caress his darling little body, kissing him breathless while his pretty blue eyes flutter closed, falling into a content deep sleep

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[glittering-moonlillie]

My Beloved (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Word Count: 2740

Warnings: None

Summary: Not knowing how to express his feelings any other way, Damian resorts to calling you pet names in his mother's tongue in order to air out his pent up affection.

“Habibti, can you hand me the yellow frosting?” Damian was in deep trouble - absolutely terrible, hideous trouble. 

“Of course!” You reached over to your left and handed him the buttercream, the arabic pet name flying over your head. 

In his language, Habibti was a sign of endearment given to your lover, usually meaning something along the lines of My Love or Darling - but to you, he was utterly convinced that you believed it was a form of belittlement similar to Idiot.

Of course, Damian was too afraid to correct you and he was not sure if you would believe him if he tried. He would rather keep it a sweet secret to himself, even if his fragile heart was practically leaping its way out of his rib cage to expose itself to you. 

“You know, if you want to call me something mean at least make it so I can understand you.” You laughed, a noise that would certainly haunt him late at night when he was alone and longed for your presence. 

“But it’s much more fun seeing you like this.” You scruched your nose, your forehead creasing with the movement. Your lips were parted but no words came out. It was an adorable look he had grown to love despite how dorky you appeared. 

You retaliated with a poorly placed handful of orange frosting along his cheek, your lips twisting into a pout that only served to make the fantasies of kissing you worsen. 

Orange was an obnoxiously disgusting color but he would bathe in a lazarus pit full of orange frosting if you wished it. 

He ran his thumb along his cheek and licked away whatever frosting was there. Alfred’s special buttercream frosting really was to die for. Damian enjoyed the way your eyes slightly widened, relishing in the fact that it wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone else. He liked to think that the scarlet decorating your face was because of him being undoubtedly sexy, and not the fact that it was because it was a hot summer’s day. 

“You’re staring, ya amar.” He smirked. “And I believe that cookie has way too much frosting, it looks like Picaso threw up all over it.”

Ya Amar had to be Damian’s second favorite pet name for you, translating to my moon. He often recalled the way his mother praised the moon for its beauty, treating it similar to a guiding life force. More than anything, Damian wanted to be the sun that illuminated your countenance - to be the man who kept you steady and loved you even if you just saw yourself as a clumpy rock. The name suited you perfectly. You were his beautiful, crated moon with star imbued eyes and a body that reflected the power of an inescapable black hole. 

“Hey, are those cookies almost finished? B wants them set out within the hour-” Tim walked in, his under eye bags accentuated further with the distasteful dark blue sweater he threw on. 

His brother paused, rolling his eyes at the state of the dining table. Damian hoped that the kitchen disaster was enough of a distraction for him not to notice the lovey-dovey eyes he assuredly was giving his best friend. 

“We’ll clean it up, Tim. Sorry about that.” You replied quickly. “But most of the cookies are done, Damian still has a few to finish though.”

You nudged him with your elbow, grinning wildly like the Cheshire cat. 

“Just don’t get distracted flirting with each other, I don’t want to deal with an irritated Bruce.”

“Shut up, Timothy. At least we aren’t aggressively making out like how you and Conner were at the last gala.” Damian shot back. 

Tim frowned. “I’m too tired to deal with this. Try not to explode anything, okay?”

Damian waved off his brother and went back to decorating one of the cookies for the large event at Wayne Manor tonight. It was a charity event to raise awareness of the increase in homeless population on the streets of Gotham, and alongside the event, his family was hosting a soup kitchen for any struggling person on the streets. Along with a hearty, full course meal, they would be served one of the cookies being decorated by the two of you. 

Although Damian’s father normally did not allow any friend’s to charity events, you were always an exception due to the fact that if you weren’t there, Damian would blow a gasket and murder someone if he was in a suit for too long. Your presence beside Damian was often looked over when you were both younger, but now that a few years had gone by plenty of journalists speculated the possibility of “a secret blooming relationship.” 

The common theory circulating around Gotham was the idea that his father was disapproving of them being together since you were a “commoner,” therefore excusing the lack of concrete evidence of the relationship existing. Damian had found the notion completely ridiculous; even if his father disapproved of you in that context, that would not stop him from loving you the way he always dreamed, consequences be damned. 

You treated the whole situation with carefree ease, giggling at the awful pictures and wack job theories concocted by 40 year old men looking to sell half-baked news. On one hand, Damian was pleased that the unwanted attention did not bother you, but deep down he also felt a pang of poison seep its way into his bloodstream. Was the idea of being his lover that much of a joke? 

The clicking of a phone keyboard brought him back to reality. Damian peered over your shoulder and saw Safari pulled up.

 “What ever are you doing, habibti?” 

“I’m trying to decipher what you are calling me.” You said. “Can you repeat that last word for me, please?”

The youngest Wayne felt every single pour in his body drip in sweat, excess saliva pooling in his mouth. Perhaps if his blood was functioning properly, then he would have found a better response other than a simple no. 

It was very rare for Damian to be properly caught off guard. He should have thought that you would have looked up the words he was repeating, should have come up with a game plan instead of looking like a strangled goose. 

His first instinct was to snatch the phone away and cut it up with the plastic, buttercream decorated knife. Damian could pretend to be possessed by a ghost and buy you a better phone with specially installed programs that inhibited your ability to look up any Arabic term. Yes, that was a wonderful idea-

“How are there zero search results?!!” You exclaimed, turning to him. “Did you make up a language or something? Why are there absolutely zero results??”

Damian looked at your phone again. You certainly took some liberties with the spelling of the pet name, letting him relax into his seat. It was nowhere close to how the word was spelled. He couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Why are there two y’s in the word?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Well maybe if you told me the other 20 languages you spoke I’d get somewhere.”

For the next 15 minutes, you angrily punched in 17 different ways to spell Habibti, all massively incorrect and leading to nowhere. You eventually threw your phone on the ground with a huff while he cackled. 

“This is so unfair. I demand restitution for the amount of time I have lost thanks to you.” Damian hummed.

“I can’t give you back those missing minutes, but I can pay you back with your favorite meal and my full attention tonight.” 

You pretended to ponder over the offer, but Damian knew you could not say no to Alfred’s cooking. “Okay, fine. But only because I love Alfred’s food and nothing else.”

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The moon peered over the horizon, the stars twinkling like falling fairy dust on a navy blue canvas. Hundreds of Gotham’s richest filled Wayne Manor, most of which were dressed with gaudy colors and bedazzlements, with feathers and overpriced jewels. 

Damian was dressed in a dark green suit, one that Alfred had picked a little while ago. He was fully aware of the lustful stares he was given by the woman (and some of the men) there but he could care less. There was only one person he cared about impressing and that said person was “discreetly” stuffing themselves with a plate full of food in the corner. 

As an attendant of the Gala, you were in a stunning dress that fit every single curve of your body marvelously, all courtesy to Stephanie who helped you pick out the dress to begin with. Heat rose to his cheeks and he began fumbling with his tie. 

Damian was not the only one there to notice your beauty either. As you were trying to polish off your plate of food, several men had made attempts to woo you onto the dancefloor. Thankfully you declined all of their advances - Damian was not sure what he would have felt if you did. If it weren’t for the hundreds of other people present, he would have unquestionably sliced off the suitors hands if they tried to touch you again. 

“Ya Helo, you look…” His throat clogged as you stared up at him. “You look stunning…”

Damian was convinced that your smile was the brightest thing in the universe; he was also sure that it could cure any bout of irritation or sadness possible. 

“About time you showed up! Are you done flirting with the 70 year old women yet or does your dad want you back in there?” You poked his chest, the touch feeling like an electrical transfer. 

“You know that I would never flirt with those women back there, Habibti. My dad just wanted me to manipulate them into giving more of their money to charity.”

Before you could pull your hand away, he clasped it and brought it closer to his heartbeat. Your hands were a pebble compared to his own and yet they still managed to fit perfectly together like Incan architecture.

“I-I…” You looked away with a crooked smile. “I know that, obviously. I just wanted to tease you a bit!”

When you turned towards him once more, he noticed the way your eyes trailed down his visage, strawberry lips parting ever so slightly. Your laughter died in your throat. The scene felt like the ridiculous romcoms he analyzed from time to time while you were over. All he had to do was lean in a little bit closer and his dreams would be fulfilled-

The tight grip of someone’s hand seized his arm, effectively pulling him away from his darling. The movement caught Damian off guard (the second time that day). There was only a select handful of people who were able to sneak up on him like that…

“Mother.” Damian seethed, turning to gaze upon the woman with a cold glare. “What are you doing here?”

Fitted for the occasion in a sleek black dress, Talia crossed her arms and matched her son’s glare. “Is a mother not allowed to visit her son, especially when he has not messaged her in months?”

Damian stood in front of you, his hands slightly raised in case Talia decided to activate her mother bear mode. Talia’s eyes furrowed, her lip pursing. 

“How about you and your little friend follow me upstairs. You can tell me all about how you two met.” She suggested but her voice made it sound more like a threat. 

Damian hated how your smile disappeared and was replaced with an apprehensive grimace. He reached for your hand and squeezed. 

“Dami…” 

“It’ll be alright habib albi…” He whispered, squeezing your hand once again. As the three of them climbed up the stairs, the soft tune of the violin faded into nothing, not even background noise. 

“Mother, I find this hardly necessary. Could you have interfered in my life some other day?” Damian groaned. 

“Of course not, my son.” Talia shut the door of the room they entered. “If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to meet the girl who stole my beloved’s heart.”

Damian’s heart dropped. “I- what?”

“Y-you must be mistaken. Damian and I…Damian doesn’t like me like that!” You stuttered out with nervous laughter. 

Talia raised a single eyebrow. “I find that extremely hard to believe considering what I heard him call you.”

Fuck. Damian mentally slapped himself. He should have known that his mother would have heard him call you that. The pet name was just so natural to him, slipping off his tongue like sweet honey, he forgot that his mother would have been able to understand. 

You tilted your head towards Damian then back to Talia, reflexively playing with your hair. “I…maybe you misheard? He calls me these made up names, they really have no meaning.”

“Wait, so he has not told you what they meant?”

“No, he refused to tell me and when I looked it up, there were no search results.” You said. 

“Mother, please-” 

Talia raised her hand to silence him. “I can’t believe you have been lying to her, Damian! I have raised you better than that. She deserves to know that you are calling her Love of my heart and Darling in Arabic!”

You snapped your head towards Damian, who was internally screaming a colorful variety of cuss words towards his mother. He expected you to look horrified and slap him away, to run for the hills and never speak to him again. 

Instead you had this beautiful awestruck look in your galaxy-filled eyes. Your face was a deep crimson.

“Dami…” You hesitated. “Is this true?” 

The hopeful tone in your voice was as intoxicating as a few shots of bourbon.  

Damian imagined that the day he confessed to you would be atop a starry hill with perfectly blooming jasmines and evening primroses. He would pull you into his arms and whisper his love for you when the moon was at its peak, ending it with a kiss if you let him. It would have been perfect, if fate allowed it to be.

However, there were no starry hilltops or sweetly smelling fragrances - no moon that would peer over them and give its blessing. But you were there with him, an arm's reach away. As long as you were there, wasn't that all that mattered?

Damian glared at his mother, who was in the background with a smug smile, pretending to not overhear the conversation. When she didn’t get the message, he cleared his throat as loud as he could. 

“Fine. I suppose I’ll leave you to it - but I expect you to message me afterward since I did the hard work for you.” Talia sauntered her way out of the room, leaving you and Damian alone.

“You didn’t answer my question, Dami…” You glanced up at him with a shy smile. “Were you really secretly giving me pet names in Arabic?”

Reaching for your hands, Damian pulled you close to create a few inch gap. “Yeah…I wanted a way to show you how much I…how much I loved you without you figuring out.”

You giggled, the vibrations of it causing his heart to flutter. “You’re a dork, you know that? I would have reciprocated your feelings no matter what, but it would have been nice if you had told me sooner.” 

Your finger trailed down his neck to his collarbone, leaving a trail of lightning in its wake. “I demand more restitution for the time lost.”

Damian hummed, pretending to think of the perfect solution despite him already having one. You edged closer to him. 

“How about,” he began, “I kiss you until your lips are as blue as this night sky?”

But before you could respond, Damian already brought his lips to yours.  The dreams and fantasies he had did not live up to the actual softness of your lips - the subtle taste of raspberries filling his senses. 

Your hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. “Shouldn’t we go back to the Gala?”

Damian looked back at the door, contemplating how mad his father would be if he ditched the rest of the party. It was waning closer to midnight anyway and he could just say you were tired. 

He turned back to you, his smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “He’ll be fine. Besides, I would rather be with you than flirt with 70 year old women.”

Your attempted giggle was covered with the rougher press of his lips against yours, causing you to fall backwards onto the guest bed. After years of calling you Habibti, now he could finally say it without you thinking it was an insult.

Damian is a simp with huge dimples. Fight me.

[fire-lizard-ro]

Could I request Jing Yuan slowly falling in love with a baker reader who manages to win his heart through the power of delicious baked treats?

Oml thank you so much anon I can finally write a request for my beloved malewife JY. <333

Reader gender: gender neutral

It starts out on a peaceful afternoon. I imagine that no matter how busy the Arbiter-General of the Luofu is, he likes to occasionally take breaks from the Seat of Divine Foresight to take a stroll or visit places on the ship to see how things are going. Despite his fame, I like to think that people have enough respect for their dear general that when he's out on these outings, they'll allow him his privacy.

On these walks, he likes to find something to eat if the timing is right. Seeing as it's just past lunch and he's yet to eat, Jing Yuan supposed it would be good to find somewhere to grab a bite while he was out.

It's then that Jing Yuan stumbles across your bakery. Initially he merely listed it as an option in the back of his mind, filing it away as a new bakery he'd have to try out later or maybe now if none of the other places suited his fancy that day. But then as he began to pass... The smell that wafted out from the door as a smiling customer left the building convinced him to go inside. He was pleased to find that while it did have Xianzhou specialties, it also had foods from beyond the fleet's norm.

Another thing that he was pleasantly surprised with was you, the owner of the bakery. Even with the unspoken rule of allowing the general his leisure time in peace, many would at least gawp at him for a bit before poorly hiding their awe and shock at seeing him in their shop. But you merely waved at him just as you did the customer who'd entered before him. The feeling of being treated just as a normal person was... Very nice. Jing Yuan's ever present smile widened a tad as he nodded to you before going back to perusing the options behind the glass of the counters.

He decided to get a wife cake (sweetheart cake) to enjoy on his way back to his office. The exchange between you two was easy and pleasant. You did your job and nothing more. Though- it was done with a smile and in such a way that he felt quite comfortable.

When he left, he glanced at you again. You were seeing other customers, not sparing him another glance.

Taking a bite of the wife cake, he found that it was better than any he remembered having before and the flavor brought back memories of times gone by. How lovely. Perhaps he'd have to visit your bakery again.

And he certainly did. Over time, the two of you built up a rapport. You were his favorite baker, and he, your loyal customer. Something about your baking made him feel warm inside. When he asked what you did to make them taste so good, you would respond that you baked them in the hopes of each good you sold bringing just a little more joy to the lives of those who ate them. He chuckled and said that it was surprisingly believable.

At some point, he became aware of the fact that the two of you were becomming... quite close. Concerningly so.

I like to think that with the life he's lead and with the personality he has, Jing Yuan is the type of person to give his affections freely. But his trust is hard won. Sitting in the seat of an Arbiter-General, not only has he had to lead troops to victory, but he's had to manuever on the political battlefield as well. After holding his title for longer than most of his peers and having to be the one so plan behind the scenes... Always planning ten steps ahead of everyone else... It would be hard to put his trust in others. Especially when you add on what happened to his old friends. Sometimes, no matter how good he is at what he does, fate will take matters into its own hands.

So when he notices this predicament... he's a bit... afraid, honestly. Huh- The Divine Foresight himself, afraid? It was the truth. He was still mortal and still had his fears and flaws.

Even so, he had no real reason to avoid you. Especially because he thought it would be best to continue as normal so as to not alarm you. You two did have a solid friendship after all this time... As much as you could when he held you at arms length.

Yet there was still tension there. In the brush of fingers when Jing Yuan handed over his payments and when you'd give him what he'd bought. The smiles the two of you would exchange. The heartfelt words that you gave Jing Yuan even when he was trying to keep a firm distance between the two of you. It made him feel a bit guilty for keeping a wall up when you were none the wiser... And perhaps the kicker was the way his heart felt full of warmth when eating the pasteries and other snacks you'd prepared for him specifically that morning, knowing he'd be in. The simple pleasure of always knowing you'd have food he'd more than enjoy ready for him. Knowing that you made it for him. Knowing you cared enough to do so. Knowing how much care and love you put into everything he ate.

And it was a moment like that in which he realized he was already too far gone.

He had been enjoying one of his favorites of yours while sitting in your shop, having enough time that afternoon to do so. He was brought back to memories of his old friends and comrads... And this time. Warm, fond memories of you. That was... new. It was then that he heard your laughter, causing the man to look up as you patted the hand of a woman who was smiling widely at you. She had been thanking you profusely for your help in making her anniversary with her boyfriend so wonderful. They had both loved the pastries and said that it seemed to make their hearts even more filled that day.

Oh.

Oh no.

His eyes crinkled as he felt a smile stretch across his face, unbidden.

He was in love with you.

From that point on, he subtly did what he could to become even closer to you. Let down his walls and allow you in. Just you. He did things to subtly court you, as well. Little gifts here and there that show his sincerety and that he remembered the things you said to him. Sometimes this would include ingredients you needed for the bakery. Eventually, he even gifts you a hairpin (even if you don't have long hair, this is mostly for the symbolism).

It was that gift that made you realize his intentions. It was a quiet morning, even before you opened shop that he stood in the back with you, under the artificial light of the shop and in casual wear due to a day off he took for this. Quietly and softly he told you that he had a gift for you and took your hand gently in his to place the elegant hairpin. He softly closed your hand around it with the hand that had previously been holding the hairpin, your hand and said hairpin held tenderly between his two larger, calloused and scarred hands. When you looked up into his eyes, searching, you saw how they had narrowed and clinkled at the edges with his warm smile. This was not a side of him you'd ever seen before in more than the barest of glimpses.

With a slow grin that he matched when he saw it, you leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into a kiss.

It seemed that not only your food could warm his heart.

Thank you again for the request! Feel free to send in another one~ Especially if it's for JY I love him so so much ijogee I could talk about him for daayyyysssss.

[ultraviolenced888]

as i was talking about this a while ago, our cat hater winner: johnny mactavish!

(shower sex and poorly written smut overall, sorry it’s my first time)

“steamin’-” johnny muttered.

he laid his back on the armchair without moving further as your cat sat on his lap, looking up at him as it curled up in a ball.

johnny sighed, he tried to ignore the pet, but its purring was far from calming for him. “yer gonna get yer fur all over me trousers, ye mouser.”

the addressed animal opened his eyes and looked up at the scot, a confused expression on his sweet muzzle. “yeah, i’m talking to ye, ye-”

you walked into the room as you heard your boyfriend talking to himself. “what?”

“ye said this useless ball of fur was a born predator, a hunter, that he hated people…” johnny grumbled. he tried to push the cat off his lap, prying its claws from his pants, but it refused to budge.

you chuckle. “no, i just tell people that so when he purrs at them they feel special.”

“ye…” johnny smiled at the confession, heart warming up at your sweet gesture. “well, i don’t want him purrin’ and rubbin’ against me, next thing i know he’ll be pissing on me.”

“you’re being dramatic, johnny.” you roll your eyes, leaning down to kiss both of your beloveds head. you grimace as some fur sticks to your glossed lips.

“i thought this thing would be a tiger! traitors. the both of ye.”

“stop being dramatic, johnny, it’s a kitty-”

“dramatic?! i-” he started whining again before the cat dug its claws into his thigh. “fuckin’- stop that!”

“baby, i’m going to leave you with the stinky creature, don’t mind him.” you giggle as you walk towards the bathroom. “and i wasn’t talking to you, johnny.”

he rolled his eyes. “ ‘course not. stinky creature….”

he subtly scratched the cat under its chin, listening to its soft purrs. the cat, undeterred, continued to purr loudly, its bushy tail flicking back and forth. johnny looked down at the animal and sighed, a mixture of irritation and resignation visible in his eyes. “so this is my life now, huh?”

he listened to the noise of the shower turning on and kept stroking the cats back as he pretended to still be offended, looking down at the pet with a grimace. “bloody bastard…” he muttered, “doin’ it on purpose.”

after a few minutes he swatted the cat away with a groan and silently made his way towards the bathroom. he quietly turned the knob and entered the steamy room. his eyes were immediately drawn to your figure, hidden by the clouds of steam and shower structure (whether you own a glass shower or one with a curtain).

“mind if i join?” he asked as he already began undressing.

you chuckled. “where’s my baby?”

“the bloody furball is fine.” johnny rolled his eyes, removing his tshirt. “snoozin’ on my armchair. that was all he was after- happy?”

“did you treat him well?”

he gave you a mockingly offended look even if you couldn’t see him, placing his hand on his chest. “are ye implyin’ i’d treat yer precious child poorly? of course i treated the bloody cat fine.”

“then i guess you can join.” you hummed.

johnnys lips curled into a grin as he stepped into the shower. the water was warm, he was about to complain as he always took ice cold showers, but you smiled up at him. the water began cascading over his toned body, he took you in your naked form, wet and inviting. “looks like i’m here jus’ in time.” he grinned.

“yeah, condition my hair for me?” you grinned back as you turned your back to him.

johnny chucked, his teasing demeanour vanishing in an instant, replaced by a look of pure obedience, johnny was nothing if not inexplicably obedient, your have to thank his years in the military for that.

he reached over for your bottle of conditioner, opening it and pouring a generous amount onto his palm. he ran his fingers through your damp hair, massaging the conditioner in. his touch was firm yet gentle, his hands then moving to massage your scalp.

you let out a soft moan. “should’ve been a massager.” you hummed.

“i have a few other talents,” he teased, his hands working on your back and shoulders, “and all of them involve driving ye crazy with jus’ ma fingers.”

you turned around and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “i already know about that.” your arms wrapped around his neck, guiding his head lower. his lips immediately met yours, hands roaming over your wet skin, tracing the sweet curves of your body.

johnny backed you up against the wet and humid, cold tiles, his mouth never leaving yours. he wrapped his hands on the back of your thighs, your sign for you to jump up and he guided your thighs to wrap against his waist.

water cascaded over your bodies, slipping into the kiss he refused to break.

“ye look so pretty like this.” he muttered against your lips, aligning himself with your needy entrance, looking for a signal to stop. you bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, his mind cloudy as he pushed in, taking all the breath away from your lungs.

“johnny-” you breathlessly gasped, leaning against him as he bounced you up and down a few times.

“all right, hen?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck to stabilise his breath.

you hummed. “jesus, johnny…”

he couldn’t resist the sound of your moans, his body thrusting into yours once more. he wanted to make it last, to enjoy the warmth of your pussy, where his cock had made its home.

his body moved perfectly in sync with yours, your hiccuped moans and gasps made him twitch inside of you, which only caused you to flutter around him. “hen- ye gotta-”

you bit his lips to shut him up, his arms almost losing their hold onto you. the sharp pain of your canines was a welcome contrast to the pleasure coursing through his body. his rhythm faltered for a second, before his teeth nibbled at the spot just below your ear that made you scream. “yer makin’ it real hard to hold back, bonnie…”

“then don’t-” you muttered as he thrusted into you again, quicker and harder. “johnny- god!”

he picked up the pace, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his desire, his body surging forward to meet yours. the wet sound of your skin slapping his and the water running made his brain buzz, the sound mingling with your ragged breaths and moans. “i could die here…” he muttered.

“johnny,” you croaked, hiccuping on little gasps, “i’m close…”

he felt your words die on your lips as he kissed them again with much more force, your body beginning to shudder.

johnny let out the lowest groan he could manage, almost animalistic rather than human as his breath came out in strained gasps. his body began to tremble as his release started building deep inside of him like a tidal wave. his cerulean blue eyes, deep ponds of seabeds, fell closed, his forehead pressed against yours.

his movements became erratic and unfocused as he rode the last waves of pleasure, his body spasming against yours.

he let out a guttural groan as he felt you clenching down against him one more time, and feeling your release dripping down his length, down to the base, pushed him over the edge. your moan became one with his as your body tensed against his. your lips found his and johnny returned the kiss eagerly, his body still pressed closer to yours. as he broke the kiss, he pulled back slightly, both of your chests rising and falling in shallow and quick breaths.

you looked away from his eyes as he couldn’t stop staring at you, fixing your hair that had stuck to your forehead as you screamed. “johnny!”

“what,” a wicked gleam in his eyes, “not enough already?”

“no, no, no!” you got free from his strong grasp and shut the water. you hopped out and wrapped yourself in a towel that was waiting for you on the sink. “you left the door open!”

his eyes followed your pointing finger to your cat, sitting, curious, by the discarded clothes on the floor.

“seems like our wee furry audience has had its education on human activities.” johnny chuckled, getting out of the shower after you and wrapping a clean white towel around his waist, hanging dangerously low. you eyes scanned him quickly before going back to your cat.

“johnny…” you sighed.

“relax, hen, the pest is okay-”

“you left the door open.” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him.

“yes, yes, i left the door open, it’s a cardinal sin in this house, i ken. but i was a little… occupied.” he shrugged, eyes following the path of the small water drops that ran down your chest, disappearing into the valley of your breasts, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes, picking your cat up. “cmere baby…”

johnny followed you into the bedroom as you gently placed the cat on your bed, dropping the towel to the floor as you opened some drawers to fish out some underwear.

the scot leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a fond smile on his face. “now that’s a view i won’t ever get tired of seeing.” he purred.

you turned your head and shot him a glance. “you gotta stop sneaking on me while im naked.”

johnnys eyes roamed over your body as you slipped into a clean pair of panties and one of his t-shirts. “an’ miss out a view like this? not a chance, hen.”

you rolled your eyes as he took a few steps and stood in front of you, hands finding their place on your waist. “we probably traumatised him…”

johnnys eyes darted to the cat sitting on your bed, attentively your every move. sounding like a worried mother, you kept your preoccupied whining.

“oh i think the little devil will survive a little trauma.” johnny hummed, kissing just below your ear. “ ‘sides, i think we just gave him a lesson on human nature.”

“but what if we just gave him ideas- and he goes fucking every cat in the neighbourhood now?” you whine.

johnnys laughter echoed loudly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “well, we can’t have our wee furball turning into a casanova, can we?” his lips twitched in amusement. “though, i have to admit, he’s got quite the presence. maybe it’s already too late for the neighbourhood cats.”

you slapped his chest lightly, holding back a laughter. “i’m serious-”

he reached to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. he kissed your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips. “alright, alright. we’ll keep an eye on the lad. no more traumatising the cats of the neighbourhood.”

[buriedpair]

Your ocs are so interesting, I found you through a repost of another yandere blog I love but now I also love yours so get ready for my weird asks.

So what if MC is a god, not a good one nor a bad one, not popular but neither unknown. That doesn't matter to them, they have unlimited power and are immortal. So what best way to use that power than go to gamble for the fun of it? They are cunning and extremely confident (for obvious reasons) and treat others with basic respect but it is apparent that they view them as ants compared to them.

You can choose which OCs find out they are a god and wich don't. How would they react? How will they act around them?

Specifically for DD, MC decides to gamble their life and loose just to fuck with them as they try to pierce their skin and it's simply impossible (or maybe not and they love too much and spare them, I still don't know what he would do if their beloved lost their life)

-🦊 anon

OOOH THIS IS COOL!!! THANK YOU !!!!

Yandere!OCs x GN God!Reader

(Pssst, TW for a mention of suicide)

Amias

Amias has always known there was something off about you. Your mannerisms are strange and he constantly feels like you're looking down on him.

When you decide to gamble your life, he's appalled. How dare you? As far as he's concerned, your life is his too. This is too much for him.

He feels his heart melt out of his chest when you lose. Time stops as he falls on his hands and knees in front of you, eyes wide and unfocused. He's not ready to have a dead darling.

But you seem confident. Was this your plan? To get rid of him, you want to die? He can't stand to watch as you make your way confidently to the execution arena.

Did he go too far? Did you really need to do this? He can be better. Please don't leave.

But the blade doesn't make even a dent as it rests against your skin. You laugh mockingly toward the crowd before announcing your immortality with a confident smile.

Amias is shattered. You did this all... just to mess with him? Oh, dear. Such a pretty little bird doesn't need to be making a big fuss. You'll be safer from yourself in his arms.

Edge

Edge always knew. He could see right through you. It just makes you even more interesting, in his eyes. The way you look down on him... He's so untouchable, usually. So for you to treat him like an insect?

It's intoxicating.

Degrade him more! Tell him how useless and disgusting he is! Fuck, you've unlocked something in him. He's never been treated so poorly before, and he's entranced.

He's under your thumb, this time. You seem to be enjoying it too, so what's the harm? There's no way you're ever losing a game, by the way. You've unlocked simp Edge.

Double Down

He has no clue. He doesn't care much about your degrading comments. He's been rejected before, and he'll still go after you no matter how many times you tell him to die.

DD absolutely REFUSES to kill you, even when you gamble your life. You'd have to get him real mad before he even considers it, which is very difficult to do. When Edge tells him he HAS to, he says he's quitting his job then. He doesn't care. He'll walk out with you on his arm (you looking less than amused) whether you like it or not.

So, now he's unemployed and attached at your hip. You're annoyed. This weird mortal is clinging to you like a weird dog with separation anxiety. He looks happy, though.

Jackpot

He's already prepared to worship you, so don't worry about being a god. Nothing will change, he adores you either way.

If you gamble your life and lose, he's broken. Forever. Doesn't matter if you don't actually die, he's shattered. You did it on purpose? Even worse. He's never going to forgive himself.

He's hardly what he used to be. He won't eat or sleep. By this point, Gambit probably hates you. Jackpot's by your side, weakly clinging to your hand whenever he can be. He doesn't show up to work, either.

You've ruined him.

Gambit

Gambit isn't sure how to feel once he finds out. He ends up with the information on accident when Edge tells him, but he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't change much, maybe gets a bit more shy around you.

He loves you regardless, don't get him wrong. He just doesn't feel worthy of being around you.

If you gamble your life and lose, he'll calmly escort you out of the casino to give you a stern lecture on the value of life. You're half asleep by the time he finishes.

He'll keep you tied up if it means he can keep you safe, no matter how immortal you are.

[pink-november]

I've been thinking a lot about your Slay the Princess Swap AU. What misadventures do the Princess as the Spectre and the Gravedigger / the Voice of the Cold get into?

DING DING DING! SWAP AU BELOVED HOW I MISS YOU

Oh god thank you anon for asking this I will now proceed to gush about my swap au with the info I currently have.

Spectre (or Revenant as I call her in my head) cannot leave her own tomb without Cold's help so she only gets to tag along with him most of the time. Cold lets her just because he thinks it'll be interesting. He even sometimes let her possess him for shits and giggles. Like the one time she wanted to eat something and Cold had to eat against his will (it's not his meal time yet 😞). It was... an experience.

No one can see Spectre other than Cold so she gets real lonely and develops a mischievous side to her. She haunts the people residing there, often also trying to make Cold express something. She succeeds, sort of.

She's very ruthless to the village chief though. Mostly because he's an asshole who absolutely hates the monarchy and treats Cold poorly. She gets him to prank the chief later on and they become bestiessss ✨

Spectre did request Cold to go to the mountain but gets shut down quickly when he says no. Like he's not even entertaining her about it. He leaves her immediately whenever she brings up the topic and will avoid her like the plague the next day.

So she asks to leave the village instead because she hates being cooped up for too long and Cold just says he can't leave just yet. Not until his benefactor comes back and takes him with them. So Specter gets really pissed at him for it and at her shitty situation so she kinda uhhhh wrecks the village and gets Cold in trouble.

That's about it I think 🤔 lol 😆

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Do you think ppl in this fandom infantilize Lucifer? I often see some fans (Cough Lilith Haters cough) treat him like he’s nothing but a helpless uwu baby. Like dude he fought against Adam (The only one who should be calling him baby is Lilith-)

Throws chair holy fu cking shit yes

'Lucifer would be horrified to discover ducks' corkscrew dicks but also he designed them' Pee your Pants now, your fav has weird little girl picking up worms energy and you should be grateful for that

Honestly this issue annoys me most in discussions around the Eden incident because I think the potential is downright fascinating only for the actual rebellion of their actions to be overlooked

Like, shippers have been making the Short One a weak little submissive twink cause they don't know how to write interesting relationships since the dawn of time, Adamsapple fans just found out about being tall and a bottom at the same time and they have yet to shut up about it. If thats what gets them off whatever

but in other contexts? like come on, someone engage with the text with me

He tried to break humans free from heaven's control, regardless of the introduction of evil, that was a direct confrontation

No, Lucifer hasn't deconstructed his bias properly but that doesn't mean he likes Heaven, there should be more hostility, that man is a wet blanket for exclusively Charlie(and not even always) and is so very irritating sometimes on purpose sometimes on accident to everyone else and he is very unapologetic about it

He's a cunt! He's an almost entirely self focused annoying cunt and was a dismissive father for years, My Beloved

I get really turned off by any depiction of Lucifer as a younger sibling/ apprentice/etc figure now just cause like, the actual issue is never tackled in those, he just cries and is hugged better

There's a lot misrepresentations of mental illness too, like he has stimulation seeking depression its weird when hes morose and apathetic, i miss my overly dramatic attention whore performer hurling around ducks that displease him, also the suicidal thoughts tend to be written poorly which is offputting when you've dealt with them before

the Adam scene is interesting cause Lucifer clearly knows his power, it makes sense Char doesn't have a grasp on her rank but Lucifer knew Adam didn't have a shot against him

Lucilith fans aren't even that much better, like how many are just 'Lucifer is sooo cute and sweet and innocence and childlike wonder and Lilith wants to fuck him so bad about it'

ive seen a lot of Lilith taking care of drunk Lucifer, I have yet to see any drunk Lilith just saying

Maybe i'm just too invested my tarnished divinity dynamic but im bored of that shit, let's cracks them open and see whats wrong with them already

I've really come to appreciate Lucifer writing in the show after all the caricatures he's spawned, only a truly interesting and nuanced character could be interpreted this badly in this many different ways

[acourtofthought]

"Elain isn't interested in Lucien"

But WHY? And not someone's imagined reasons, the ones out of Elain's mouth.

Canonically, these are the only reasons we have for Elain not wanting to get to know Lucien:

Are those good reasons for not wanting someone?

Shouldn't matters of the heart be based on things that have a bit more depth to them?

She's never said, "I don't want him because we have nothing in common".

She's never said, "I don't want to know him because he has terrible manners".

She's never said, "I don't want to know him because he treats others poorly".

Even the superficial would be giving us something to do with Lucien as an individual.

She's never said, "I don't want to know him because I find him unattractive".

She's never said, "I don't want him because I hate the way he dresses".

When she said this to Feyre she didn't even bring up being unable to move past the whole Hybern / Tamlin thing.

Lucien being her mate has nothing to do with the choices Lucien has made in his own life. There is a sum total of zero things he could have ever done to change that fact.

In the real world we don't need to explain why we're not interested in someone but that's not how it works in the fictional world. Anytime a character is presented with a love interest, readers are going to be looking for answers and like it or not, two characters being given a mating bond is the ultimate romantic setup (especially between someone who is one of her favorite characters and someone who has the same kind of energy she does and therefore would most likely be her BFF in real life) and that's going to need some explanation for why someone walks away.

"Why is this one the one for me and why was that one the wrong one?"

We found out that Rhys's mother wasn't right for his father because she was fiery and beloved by everyone while he was cold and vicious. It wouldn't have been enough for Rhys to say, "he saved her from having her wings clipped when he saw her and knew in an instant she was his mate, he gave her the gift of flight for the rest of her life but she didn't want him because she just didn't want a bond." 🤔 That's going to leave people scratching their heads because it makes Rhys's father look like the good guy and his mother someone we're a little confused about. Maybe in the real world, "I didn't want to get married and he did" is sufficient but again, not in a fictional fantasy world. Especially not in a fictional fantasy world where the author already had his first love murdered in front of him (someone he loved so deeply he thought they were mates). It's absurd to think SJM is ending the possibility of Elucien and putting Lucien through yet another round of torture for the sole reason that Elain "doesn't want a mate" (since she's now moved past the "I don't want a male" stage.

Not wanting a mate at first is understandable because she needs to deal with everything that's happened and everything she's lost.

But once her story moves forward, not wanting to know Lucien because she doesn't want a mate is the equivalent of someone saying, "I don't want that well spoken, well dressed handsome guy with flowing locks from the coffee shop who likes all the things I do because it was a random run in when I wasn't expecting it and I'll only accept love from people I meet on Saturday mornings in the grocery store regardless of whether they're a good fit for me. Because all that matters is my choice (that sounds a bit silly right? The my choice argument when based on a mating bond as the deciding factor?).

Also, what is it about Az that Elain likes? To date, we've been given absolutely nothing on that front which means that her being about to kiss Az could be because he's the love of her life just as easily as it could mean she's looking for a physical release in exactly the same way Nesta did with the males at the start of SF. So why is he the one that she's paying attention to and what does he have that Lucien doesn't that makes him a match for her?

Az is noted as the prettiest of the three brothers by Nesta and classically beautiful by Feyre while the King of Hybern, Cassian, Amren, and Feyre remark on Lucien being handsome and Feyre notes his elegance and cruel beauty. Also my girl was paying way too much attention to her sisters mates warm sculpted chest and broad hands in ACOWAR. Using canon and not our personal preference, they are both highly attractive and fit.

We know Lucien enjoys parties and while we don't know whether Az actually enjoys them, we know he can dance.

Elain likes to look her best. When not in leathers, Az seems to dress well enough and we know Lucien is the best dressed male in all of Prythian (maybe a slight exaggeration but Feyre and Cassian definitely wanted us to know he's a stylish m'fer). I would say Lucien has more of an edge on Az in this but still, I'll call it a tie.

Az speaks gently to Elain but so did Lucien: "I'd never heard my friend's voice so soft. So tentative and concerned".

Az got Elain a rose necklace which she did seem to like. Regardless of her reaction, knowing what we know of Elain (that she does in fact wear gloves for gardening and does wear pearls), Lucien selected excellent gifts for her as well.

Az is a powerful Illyrian warrior and shadowsinger however Lucien trained in Autumn and Spring so he knows how to wield a blade and kill when needed. He's also got Autumn's fire and now Day's powers, showing the markers of becoming a High Lord.

Az listened to Elain talk about seeds but Lucien listened to Elain talk about Graysen, about hearing heartbeats through stone, about how no one ever sees her and only left once her sisters chased him out of the room (and they ALL listened to her talking about having visions at various points. Az wasn't the only one who listened to her, he was just the first one to give it a name).

I'm kind of struggling to see exactly how Az is the "obvious" choice for Elain or where he's got an edge on Lucien aside from the fact that she wasn't given a bond with him (which again, not a great reason to reject someone). Especially when you consider the stuff Elain isn't fully aware of:

Lucien gave her credit for killing the king.

Az said Elain should not be exposed to the darkness of the trove.

Elain said that her sister should not tell her what she can or cannot do.

Lucien has not once touched Graysen or Az in an attempt to eliminate the threats that stand in the way of he and his mate, he's never even spoken of wanting to harm anyone or wish that an "unfortunate" accident would come their way.

Azriel said that if Lucien kills Graysen, "good riddance" and doesn't seem bothered at the thought of killing Elain's mate.

Elain said she's not a child to be fought over.

Cassian gives Lucien credit for keeping his cool over Beron murdering Jeminda and Eris's cruelty.

Az tortures people, starts fights in political meetings, admits Elain has no idea the things he's done.

Cruelty bothers Elain.

Lucien is really good at talking to people and has made friends across all courts (and now the human lands).

Azriel prefers his space and works from the shadows.

Elain is social and makes friends easily.

Lucien is the Heir to Day

Elain wants Sunshine

Azriel literally exists in shadows and his shadows are afraid of the sun.

Lucien looks to be crafted from the forest, fishes with his bare hands, has an old camping cave, rides horses and hunts for food.

Az........likes to sun his wings in sunshine sometimes?

Elain loves being outside gardening and SJM said she's happiest in nature.

Some like to argue that Lucien doesn't care about Elain because he stays away from her and "can't stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes" (though they're missing the point because he can't stand that she doesn't want him around. If she was open to getting to know him Lucien would be unrolling his sleeping bag wherever she went). But Az himself couldn't stand to be near Elain at Solstice and had been avoiding her for his own reasons (not because it's what he thought she wanted or anything).

So again, WHY isn't Elain interested in Lucien?

If it had anything to do with Hybern, then she wouldn't have invited him back to Velaris after the war.

That does leave the sole reason of "I don't want a mate."

The problem is, Elain will never not have a mate regardless of who she ends up with.

Elain didn't want to be turned fae.

Elain didn't want to lose Graysen.

Elain didn't want her father to be murdered.

It's valid for Elain to have not wanted these things but it doesn't change the fact that she's got no control over them. Like it or not, she's going to have accept them.

Elain is fae, she did lose Graysen, her father was murdered and she does have a mate.

Once she accepts that there is no changing these things, she's going to stop telling herself she doesn't want a mate and she's going to have to start asking herself why she doesn't want LUCIEN romantically (he is a person, not a bond) because she is connected to him forever and will always feel a tug to him. That bond is begging her to see where things go.

At that point, what possible reason could she have for not wanting him?

Sure, maybe she likes a lot about Az. But I can almost guarantee there'd be a lot she didn't like about him either. And while no one is perfect, I'm finding it very difficult to see how Elain couldn't like Lucien. When you add a super special connection to that (all that beautiful golden thread from what we're told), where a force that's connected to all the life in their world decided you were fated to be with one another (even if it was only to produce super special light filled babies), how could anything else compare?

[kaladinsspear]

🔥 for way of kings & words of radiance? (since those are the two that I've read haha)

(also wouldn't complain about more lokitty 👀👀👀 no pressure tho)

either way hope you have a good day/evening/insert correct time of day <3

Ohh! I actually have a really spicy opinion. I went back and forth about sharing because I don't want to get soul cast to smoke in a back alley, but this is a work of fiction, and I have seen some truly rancid takes so hopefully anyone who sees this wont hate me personally, just my bad takes. (My blog is generally not spoiler friendly, but this does not have spoilers past WoR I promise.)

Well, here goes...

Amaram is a lot more nuanced than the fandom makes him out to be

That's not to say that I agree with his actions or that he is a good man! It's just that we have other examples of characters being forgiven for similar actions, and I don't see any reason to believe his entire persona is an act. Again, I'm not defending his actions. He is a coward and a manipulator and I would probably hate him if I ever met him, I just don't think he is irredeemable or the worst example of evil in the books.

As we see with Moash in WoR, being a shardbearer is a landed title and holds significant political and physical power. As Adolin notes, you cant imprison a shardbearer, he does what he wants or you kill him. If you can.

Shards are not just glory, shards are vast and poorly checked power, and Amaram had no way of knowing that Kaladin is a main character.

I promise this is relevant, but let me switch gears here for a moment. A lot of people believe that Moash was justified in wanting to kill Elhokar. At the very minimum, most people wouldn't have been particularly angry if Moash had succeeded. As Elhokar himself points out, his sin is not wickedness, its incompetence. Incompetence that gets people killed.

One of the questions asked by WoR is how much responsibility Elhokar holds for the consequences of his incompetence, especially when he really is trying his best. Moash answers that Elhokar holds 100% responsibility for the consequences of his incompetence, and that removing Elhokar to make way for somebody more competent is justified. Moash is a fandom beloved character, even if the fandom broadly (though, not universally) disagrees with his decisions.

Amaram had no reason to believe that Kaladin would stick to his decision that he didn't want the shards, and every reason to believe that a random country foot soldier would wield that power incompetently. It was a cruel choice to make, but it was the kind of brutal logic that Jasna is praised for.

Personally, I believe that Amaram and Moash are both wrong, and Amaram was even more wrong than Moash. Elhokar had already demonstrated that his incompetence was dangerous, whereas Amaram made the choice to kill several men in order to avoid risk. As risk averse as I am, I still name Amaram a coward. My point is not to defend Amarams actions, it is to say that they are much more nuanced than a simple lust for shards, and reducing them to a lust for shards really diminishes the impact of Kaladin swearing the 3rd ideal. If you can understand Moash and Graves, you can understand Amaram, and that is what makes Kaladins decision to defend Elhokar so powerful.

You could also say that Amaram stole a second shard, but again, there is more nuance there. Amaram believed that the hidden blade belonged to a herald. He wasn't stealing it so he could have 2 blades, he was trying to get it back so he could return it to the herald it belongs to.

Trying to reignite the desolations and return the heralds was stupid, naive, and arrogant, but the fandom treats that almost as an afterthought. His scheming was ultimately ineffective because other forces were at work.

So yeah. That is my hot take. Amaram is shit, but he is vehemently hated for things that other characters are forgiven for, and the inconsistency bugs me. Also, very few people seem to acknowledge the reflection of Amaram in Moash and I wish they would.

(I am always ready to share kitty pictures! I'll make a separate post for Lokitty though, that way people can look at pretty kitty pictures without having to think about Amaram, haha)

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

Jaiden broke into Cellbit's Fear room while he slept. Now, she makes a guest appearance in all of his favourite nightmares.

NOTE: this is gorier than all of my other fics, thus the immediate read-more instead of the typical blurb. I watched a bad horror movie and got so offended I went out of my way to write horror on purpose. Cannibalism and blood and gore and mildly ooc Dream Jaiden my beloveds

There’s blood in Cellbit’s mouth.

There’s muscle, too. Fat and nerves and viscera. Somewhere, there’s a knife- he made the first cuts with that, used it to peel away the sweat-soaked skin and get to the hot meat underneath- and he could use it now to carve away more of the corpse, but he can’t bring himself to look for it, preferring to rip away at the gaping hole in the body’s side with his hands and broken nails. He’s so hungry. He was so hungry. He can’t remember why. He remembers his empty stomach, the way it precluded the cannibalism with the desperate feeling of its own self-consumption. Then, the knife. Then, the body. Then, the warmth.

He digs his nails in and pulls, hands so slick with blood that every morsel should be slipping through his fingers, but the knife tore so much of the meat that it is - was - child’s play to come away with another handful. The texture is like poorly-ground pork, and the taste is so metallic- but of course it is. He hadn’t learned how to drain and cook it, yet. Hadn’t known it was an option. Every gory mouthful is seasoned with blood, and he licks it from his hands, then scrapes under his fingernails with his teeth just to consume that little bit more. He’s so hungry. It’s so warm. The body is still hot beneath him, fresh and practically steaming in the cold evening air. He feels drunk on it.

Is this how it went…? No, he doesn’t think so. The first time was desperation. He didn’t mind the taste, but he hadn’t loved it, either. It didn’t matter. It was food, and food to a starving boy is like ambrosia to the gods. But now- now he revels in the metallic taste. The chewiness. The satisfaction of a predator sinking teeth-first into the bowels of its prey.

There’s something not-quite-right here. Something foggy. Who is he eating? There is blood in his beard, across his cheeks, sticking his hair in messy strands to his face. This is his first meal, but he was a boy, then- here, now, he is a man. He is starving. He plunges his hands back into the corpse and swallows down mouthful after mouthful of raw flesh and never feels full.

Another pair of hands join him. Or- one hand, which picks delicately at a loose piece of skin. He stills to watch it, heart suddenly hammering in his chest. The details are stark, suddenly. The corpse’s side torn open like by an animal -had his knife done that?- and the blood shines in the moonlight -is it night?- and the pale hand dips the skin into the rest of the gore, carefully scooping up some of the messiest meat onto it like a strange appetizer at a fancy dinner. Cellbit doesn’t breathe. His eyes are pinned to the hand as it lifts, raising the little treat up to the waiting, smiling face of Jaiden. She pops the skin in her mouth, chews thoughtfully, and swallows decisively. He feels cold.

“Not bad,” she says, and reaches down for more.

Cellbit turns away and vomits.

–

He’s speaking to Pac. He has him pressed up against the wall, knife to his throat, and he’s growling in his ear. There’s sweat sticking his hair to the back of his neck, and he can feel Pac’s heart beating rabbit-quick even through the layers of clothes between them. He laughs, low, and keeps laughing when Pac whimpers out- something. Something he’s happy to hear. He licks his own teeth and tastes blood.

He trails the knife upwards, slow, to scrape against Pac’s pulse point. It leaves a thin white line of marked skin, and he’s smiling. Pac’s eyes are blown wide and he stammers something out and in return the knife is pressed down, gently, until Pac shuts up.

“Woah.”

Cellbit’s heart jumps into his throat. He turns his head, just enough, to see Jaiden. She looks strange in prison clothes, but she doesn’t seem to mind them. She holds her hands up when Cellbit meets her gaze.

“Hey, I’m not judging,” she says. “You do you. I’ll just…uh. Go this way. Really quickly,” she adds, like an afterthought, and turns to stride purposefully down the corridor. Her footsteps don’t make any noise.

Pac is still trembling beneath Cellbit’s hands. He looks back to him- but it’s not Pac, except it is, but he can’t see all of him at once- there are details missing until Cellbit thinks to focus on them. No hair across Pac’s face until there is, and Pac is wearing the hoodie instead of his prison uniform, and he says something that Cellbit doesn’t hear and he doesn’t seem to notice Jaiden at all.

“What?” Cellbit croaks out. He pulls away from Pac in confusion, already turning to follow her. “Jaid-”

–

He’s shaking. There’s blood on his hands, and he’s shaking. His eyes are closed and he tries to close them harder. There is no blood in his mouth. This is progress. He has to believe this is progress. He has to believe that he wants progress. His room is dark and his bed is hard and he can’t stop shaking.

She’s there, then, curled up the way he is; she’s his mirror, wrapped around herself overtop of the covers. When he opens his eyes she doesn’t move, gazing at him peacefully. “How many?” she asks. There’s a strange quality to her voice, and he struggles to parse it.

“What?” he croaks. His voice his hoarse from crying.

“How many therapists did you go through?”

He chokes on a sob, and doesn’t answer.

She hasn’t pulled away, but she’s further from him, and he reaches for her but can’t bring himself to touch her. There is still blood on his hands. She doesn’t recoil; she watches him curiously, smiling faintly. There is something wrong. “Wow, dude. You’re really fucked up, aren’t you?”

“I’m a monster.”

He blinks and Jaiden is sitting up, suddenly, legs crossed. She blinks a few times before she furrows her brows at him, squinting at where he’s still curled up on the horrible bed. “And I’m a bird,” she offers, uncertain but trying to help.

Cellbit’s tears break down into laughter. He laughs, and laughs, and she joins him.

–

The plan goes bad. The plan goes bad fast.

The hallway is cold, damp and wet- moldy, and covered in rotting vines. It’s dark. He can’t see. He doesn’t know how he got here, but he knows what happens next.

Like in slow motion, he turns. The bear is there, grinning. The chainsaw is there, whirring. He’s there, too, and he’s already screaming before the saw meets his flesh.

Slow motion. Why is it so slow? He watches his own blood fly through the air, splattering across the walls, the bear, himself. It’s not just blood, though, he knows this. It’s meat. Chunks of his own muscle wet his face and coat his hands. He’s frozen, stuck in place. He can’t feel the pain but he’s so acutely aware of it- and then the whirring stops.

Now is his cue to run.

He takes it, gasping for air as he rips himself off of the saw (and there is more gore, more blood, more scraps of him left to smear across the floor). He almost slips in the blood as he turns, but just barely recovers and instead manages to fall into his sprint. .

Fuck. He can’t run fast enough. Slow motion. He’s moving in slow motion, but the bear isn’t, and the chainsaw starts to whirr again behind him. Where can he run? Forwards. Nowhere to hide, but there is a trail of blood left behind him so he can’t hide anyway.

His limbs are heavy, weighed down by terror. His heart is in his ears. Then there are spikes in the floor, and there is blood on the spikes, and there is a woman bleeding.

Before, he tried to jump over the pit. Now, Cellbit stands in front of it and stares, caught like a deer in headlights.

“Cellbit!” Jaiden cheers, happy to see him. She’s embedded deep into the spike pit, impaled in every limb. There are no less than four spikes driven entirely through her torso, and one that has torn away her ear. Her wings are spread out beneath her, and they bleed. She’s pinned like a bug in a glass case, leaking red onto the floor below her. Cellbit tastes metal in his mouth. “This is so cool. I’ve always wanted to star in a horror movie.”

“This isn’t- this isn’t a movie,” he pants, the english thick on his tongue. He’s so confused. He’s so scared. Where are they? Why is she here? She wasn’t here before, before it was just him and-

“Cucurucho!” Jaiden cheers, with the same joy she’d called Cellbit’s name. His blood runs cold. Jaiden keeps talking. “Long time no see, buddy! I like your chainsaw. And all the red is nice, it’s good to see you trying out a new style. Do you like it?”

“Ha ha ha,” Cucurucho says, too close, behind him. Cellbit doesn’t turn. Is he hyperventilating? He keeps his eyes pinned on Jaiden. She is still smiling, and bleeding, and she leans her head happily against the spike that took her ear.

“Jaiden-” Cellbit chokes out. There is a hand on his back. Soft and round. More of a paw than a hand, really. It pats him, once, in a gesture that in any other situation could have been taken as comforting. Here, he knows, it is mocking.

“Yeah?” Jaiden says.

Cellbit doesn’t get the chance to answer. The paw pushes him, and he falls, and in the blink of an eye he’s impaled. One through his stomach, two through his chest, one scraping his neck and one for each arm and two in his left leg and he is screaming, he is crying, he is dying.

Below him, Jaiden’s blue feathers are stained bright red. She’s talking to Cucurucho, but he can’t hear the words.

–

Roier is dead on the ground. His side is open, sliced cleanly with a knife. Cellbit sits quietly next to him, hands bloodied. Jaiden sits on his other side, holding Roier’s heart in her hands.

“I don’t think you would, for the record,” she says, quietly. She holds Roier’s heart up to his mouth, almost reverent, and he almost drowns on the gush of blood when he bites.

–

There is a worm burning in a fire. There is more burning, too, but he watches the thing he has killed the most closely. He wishes it died. He wishes he had more worms. He wishes he could kill it again.

“Is it always like this?” she asks. Again, her posture mirrors his. Her legs are pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around her knees as she watches the fire.

“No,” he answers numbly. “Sometimes Richarlyson is here. I’m surprised that Bagi isn’t.”

She sucks air in through her teeth, and then there’s the weight of her hand on his arm. They sit like that for a minute, watching the fire. Roberto is almost nothing but ash, now.

Jaiden asks, “If it came down to it- you, Roier, or Cucurucho, who do you think I would choose?”

He puts his chin on his knees and holds himself tighter. “I don’t know.”

“...I don’t think real-me knows that answer, either,” Jaiden admits to him. “But I think you know she loves you… And I think you should wake up now, too. I’m gone.”

He turns to look at her, mouth opening on a question, but she’s gone. The room is gone. It’s dark, and then it’s just- it’s just his Fear room. He’s laying on the ground, curled up in a tight little ball, arms over his head, and his mouth tastes like dust. His joints pop as he uncurls and pushes himself up, the weight of sleep still resting heavy on his bones.

There’s a single blue feather on the ground in front of him. Jaiden is nowhere to be seen.

Cellbit sits there for a long, long moment. Then, he stands up, leaves the Fear room, and goes to find his husband.

He hopes Roier slept better than he did.

[00queasy00]

queasy's recent fic recs

multiship + mulitfandom. i apologize for my silly thoughts, i am not well-worded in explaining my thoughts and feelings. i tried.

how i placed the names in the shipname order is not relevant. fandoms mentioned: Harry Potter, Code Geass, Hazbin Hotel, and Boku no Heros

please read and understand the tags and warnings on each story before reading :3

Second Best by onbeinganangel

Regulus/Harry - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summarry: Can you make me like you wanted him? Because I do. - Thoughts: A very very tasty read >:) The mix of lust, grief, curiosity, and yearning for something more was a

Chains of Fantasia by Persephone1 and LawliPop

Suzaku/Lelouch/Zero - Code Geass - Rated Mature

Summarry: It is the nineteenth century. Suzaku works as a stage hand in the Avalon Opera House when a mysterious figure sweeps him away in a swirl of wonder and music. Will Suzaku succumb to The Phantom of the Opera?/ZeroXSuzakuXLelouch - Thoughts: A BEAUTIFUL mix of The Phandom of the Opera 2004 movie and Code Geass! It is not exactly a retelling with code geass characters, BUT a inspired story that follows the movie's plot points on-and-off throughout the story.

Wolf Like Me by purpjools

Angel Dust/Alastor - Hazbin Hotel - Rated Explicit

Summary: Forging an alliance through marriage is an old tradition among the more criminally inclined families of New York. It's a dated one, in Anthony's opinion. Out of touch and definitely not in vogue. Unfortunately Fortunately, the antiquarian suddenly engaged to his sister his sister's fiancé has other plans. - Thoughts: A delicious read of Anthony's attraction and desire towards his sister's husband-to-be. I love how queer Alastor is presented here and the struggle of gender and self identity Anthony goes throughout the story.

deadbolt by pwplicity (duplicity)

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: Tom is stunning at sixteen. He has always been an exception in a sea of mediocrity, a chameleon of sorts, conducting himself with the arrogance of genius astride the pity of orphanhood. Each facet of Tom Riddle is a domino on the path of Voldemort; it is up to you to divert them. Or: Harry goes back in time again, and again, and again. - Thoughts: A very interesting take and presentation of Harry traveling back in time again and again! I love the absolute terror Tom is in his own way each and every time. Also Harry's spiral is fun too.

That's Money, Honey by Divida, pwplicity (duplicity)

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summarry: Tom is a dear friend to many beautiful older women who love to treat him like their beloved son by spoiling him with presents. It is the perfect gateway to the perfect lifestyle—one full of frequent spa days, free holidays abroad, and all of the latest fashions. When Auror Harry Potter claims to be investigating Tom's 'inappropriate' relationships, Tom decides the best course of action is to instigate some 'inappropriate' behaviour of his own. - Thoughts: Spoiled greedy Tom, a babygirl that needs and deserves the best, even if the best is that disaster of an Auror Harry Potter >:)

It Grows on You by lordmarvoloriddle

Tom Riddle/Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: Every single day, with dead precision, at Tom’s orders, Borgin would lead the poorly dressed unlucky persons who wandered into Borgin & Burkes into the back of the shop and acquire precious body parts. And then the boy. - Thoughts: This one had me feeling haunted for days after reading it. A truly dark story that was wrapped so nicely in beautiful writing and presentation.

Tomorrow brings them true by asterismal (asterisms)

Tom Riddle / Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Mature

Summary: The boy from District 1 is staring again. - Thoughts: The soulseeker boys in a Hunger Games Au >:) So so SOOO good. I am eating up Harry's pure distrust and anger at Tom being a menace for personal gain.

malediction by eleven_eaves for merrivale

Tom Riddle / Harry Potter - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Summary: After Harry gets thrown into Kings’ Cross station at limbo during the Final Battle, he faces a choice—to return to the present or go to another time. Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned when he shows up in 1943 and finds himself only able to speak Parseltongue. As the only other student who can speak Parseltongue, Tom is assigned to be Harry’s guide throughout the remainder of the school year. - Thoughts: I love love the pure chaos and power moves played in this story!!! The absolute sass and snarks between the two was so fun to read.

Worth The Wait by midoriyasour

Midoriya / Shinsou - Boku no Hero Academia - Rated Explicit

Summary: Izuku didn’t mind being a virgin. He didn’t. He was just a little jealous, but nobody had to know that. - Thoughts: The build up and Hitoshi's absolute respect and care towards Midoriya's feelings was so very sweet : )

Twisted Mirror by Lomonaaeren

Harry / Harry - Harry Potter - Rated Explicit

Part 1 of a 2 fic series

Summary: Devastated in the aftermath of Sirius’s death, Harry goes to the Room of Requirement and asks for someone who will understand him. Why he then gets delivered a copy of his alternate dimension, much scarier self will remain a mystery - Thoughts: This series was so good!!! The equal footing, despite Hadrian being older and from another dimension, was something I did not expect but was very very happy to read about. I love the way the two are similar yet different yet know the other so well -- consider they are the same person from different dimensions. A banger of a series >:3

[romaritimeharbor]

Hey Addi! If it’s not rude, I’d like to add on to the soft Dottore idea. I was too much of a coward to consider bringing it up myself lol

If we’re going for the Dottore’s creation idea, it could be that after working with Scara, Dottore had a separate breakthrough. He created life, something to fill the loneliness in what remains of his heart, and this new, perfect creation is better than Scaramouche could ever hope to be, he can be kind to them without being reminded of the bitter jealousy and resentment he felt with Scara all those years ago. Reader, in his eyes is his finest masterpiece, the only one he very, very quietly admit he still cares about, he stops distracting himself from his weakness, his humanity and his emotions, by only a, he’s still a monster, of course, but even il Dottore himself can’t let go of that softness entirely.

they’re uncaring as opposed to oblivious when it comes to Dottore’s actions, as why would they ever question their doting Creator’s actions? After all, everything he does is for the greater good of humanity, something neither of them are truly a part of. Their feelings towards Scara are up for discussion, whether it’s indifference spawned from his hostility, sadness that they can’t get along, or something else entirely. And this whole soft spot Dottore has for Rader? Especially in the beginning depending on where you’d like to put Reader on the timeline, fucking *infuriates* Scara, because why does he get tortured and twisted by that cruel bastard when that little thing that was created using blueprints sourced from HIM, get to go through absolutely no experiments, no cruelty. They don’t get death threats or cruel punishments. And not that he would ever admit, but who wouldn’t ask themselves why they’re being treated like that? Maybe it’s his fault, maybe he’s just not good enough, too emotional even after trying his hardest to distance himself from them. He gets to see Reader and be figuratively slapped in the face every time he sees how Dottore could act towards him, all with no real, definite answer. At least not until he becomes Wanderer. And, while Scara does have a soft spot for kids, I doubt that instinct, which is currently being brutally suppressed, would be able to top his resentment and vicious jealousy he feels towards Reader.

Although the last part of what I said lends itself more to the headcanon that I agree with, where Wanderer considered Dottore some kind of father/mentor figure, judging by how much of his personality he picked up and the mimicking among other small details.

I could also give my thoughts on Dottore picking up someone off the streets, but this is already egregiously long.

I know you were mostly going for fluff but I couldn’t resist adding some appropriate angst in regards to two of my favorite characters. I really didn’t mean to be rude to strryskies when they sent that ask, it just got me thinking and gave me the courage to send you my thoughts <3

My apologies for the poorly formatted rambles, I love you and I hope these thoughts of mine weren’t annoying!

hi bug!!!!!! it's not rude at all <3 you're welcome to add onto any thoughts i talk about if they inspire you!

UGH THIS IS SO INSANELY REAL AUGH the reader is so infinitely perfect in ways that scaramouche never was and never could be. there's always a weird, fond tenderness about dottore when he speaks to them, teaches them, instructs them (and something tells me he knows it would piss scaramouche off; i can see dottore purposefully being that way to them in front of scara just to see what happens). and why should they care what happens to scara, to dottore's other subjects? sorry you guys just aren't as good as they are 🤷‍♀️ sucks to be a failure of an experiment. couldn't be them. /hj /lh but really. they have little to no reason to care--it is not their place to question the morality and ethics what their beloved creator, their beloved father, does. anyways, i'm sure they would take on a trait similar to his calculated madness as they learn from him, so the nature of his experiments ultimately wouldn't bother them either way.

(i think there's something to be said about how kindness breeds greater loyalty; scaring people into obedience isn't particularly effective. the reader, who has only ever been treated lovingly and has only ever been doted on by the doctor, wouldn't be keen on disobeying him regardless. how do you betray someone who has only ever loved you? you don't. no appeal to ethics or morality would get through to them, i think. people like scara and collei, who suffered at his hand, would naturally be more willing to act out. but the reader? nah. they don't give a shit. that's their father, their creator. nothing you say will convince them that they should be bothered by his actions.)

dottore has long since lost his humanity, and they are only an imitation of human life. both could perhaps be said to be monsters hiding in human skin. so, what dottore does to humanity... well. there's plenty of reasons why they're uncaring, but they also don't care because they are not a part of humanity. they exist outside of that realm. so it really just doesn't matter to them.

their feelings towards scara, i think, could be some blend of indifference and disappointment, perhaps. because scara also exists outside the realm of humanity, so why does he keep acting like a helpless little human? it's something they can't really fathom, even at a young age. they're indifferent because he seems to downright hate them and their disappointed because he's just like them, but he's so... emotional. so human. it's weird to them. how is a doll so impossibly and so infinitely human? it is so, so strange to them.

i do think that when he becomes the wanderer, he might come to some sort of conclusion as to what makes him and the reader so different, and it may very well just boil down to who they were raised and surrounded by in their youths. scaramouche, who was surrounded by humans and humanity, versus the reader, surrounded by monsters with bared fangs (though never in their direction). doesn't change much about how he feels about them, though. he still hates them so so so much. doesn't matter how young they are; being in the skin of a child does not change what hides underneath.

but i definitely agree with that! i think scaramouche viewed him in that type of way. if you want to send more thoughts, you are more than welcome to do so!!!! i would love to read them <3

again, there is nothing to apologize for!!!!! love you too, and i wasn't, don't worry!!! i love getting these types of asks heheh

[bohemian-nights]

Nettles fans already preparing to defend her🙌🔥

No,but the amount of insane theories that fandom comes up with in order to minimise her character or make it all about R is frankly gross. There’s loving your ship and there’s racism.Like N is the only character D spends time with after they go hunting for Aemond. Prior to that he does nothing (ignoring B&C for a second🤢)but stay at Harrenhal then help take KL so then wanting their relationship to be misunderstanding or some other BS means D will get no character development whatsoever.D/R stans argue this or that is romantically coded in their relationship but when it comes to him and N suddenly it’s all lies and slander and their whole relationship (whatever it is)is made to be all about D/R drama. It’s like a restart of how GOT treated J/B but in this case it would be worse since Netty is a WOC who would be getting rejected in favour of blood purity that D*emyra represents and this fandom apparently wants that.😤 It’s funny really how most of them claim to be Daemon stans because he would kill anyone who talked about N the way they do.

I’m already gearing up because I know when they cast Nettles 👩🏾🐑🐉 and when the actual show airs again it’s gonna turn into a blood bath. Lol. No you are right these theories are out of control.

I get hating a ship cause I literally hate Daemyra (sorry not sorry, I feel that the ship is garbage 🤷🏽‍♀️), but that’s my personal opinion.

I’m not trying to go out of my way to delegitimize canon and it’s pretty obvious that Daemon and Nettles were a thing in books. The amount of back flipping(these stans should try out for the Olympics lol) I’ve seen to say that somehow they weren’t romantically involved is gold medal worthy 🥇

Literally every source claims that they were likely lovers. Even the maester who claims that Daemon saw Nettles as his daughter goes on to say that they bathed together. No one is bathing with their 17 year old daughter. Nettles was not an invalid. She could bathe herself. I know that this fandom is insane, but use your brain for five seconds 🫠

Rhaenyra at this time was basically loosing her ever loving mind. Spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn’t read the book

Rhaenyra orders Nettles execution cause she thought Daemon was sleeping with someone who she saw as beneath him.

Mind you this is the same woman who was okay with her husband sleeping with a literal Valyrian prostitute (Mysaria), but she drew the line at Nettles cause she thought she was a common witch who had somehow bewitched(pun intended) Daemon.

Cause there was no way her pure blooded Valyrian husband would ever stoop so low as to sleep/fall in love with someone who has no Valyrian blood 🫠Daemon could sleep with all the whores he wanted but the moment he fell in love(cause let’s be honest here I’m pretty sure she suspected Daemon loved Nettles) with someone else she went berserk.

Daemon could have easily flown back to King’s Landing to reassure his beloved wife that he only saw Nettles as his daughter. Even the Targs drew a line at parent child incest so I’m pretty sure Rhaenyra would have understood once he reassured her.

Rhaenyra was literally loosing kids left and right and her reign was going poorly. Knowing that the love of her life was there for her and would always be by her side would have done wonders for her slowly depleteing sanity. But does he do that? Hell no!

Instead this man went out of his way to make sure Nettles was safe and away from harm. He does not follow the wishes of the love of his life. He had a touching last night/morning with Nettles and then leaves for a suicide mission. Didn’t even say good bye to Rhaenyra or nothing. He just left.

Lol and the fact that these people make Rhaenyra out to be a “feminist icon” is just laughable. This heifer was only out for herself. She wouldn’t even help out a noble woman who wanted the “Rhaenyra treatment”(that’s what I’m gonna call it).

She told that woman to hang up and lose her number because younger sons come before their older sisters in the line of succession. Rhaenyra was an exception to the laws of the land. Everyone else has to follow the rules except our beloved Targaryen Queen!👸🏼

A champion of feminism she is not. If you read the actual book Rhaenyra sounds like she would be a follower of Voldemort among other things 🙃 Her hypocrital behind even started going off on bastards, but that’s a story for another day.

Rhaenyra and her stans got one thing in common. Both are Targaryen/Valyrian blood supremacist which relates to the race issue, but I’m not really going to touch on that for now 👀

I was never into Jaime and Brienne, but I can see how their ship parallels Daemon and Nettles. I also see how Rhaenyra parallels Cersei, but I actually like Cersei(at least show Cersei, Lena Headey did an amazing job). Show Rhaenyra is like Cersei w/o the personality. Book Rhaenyra isn’t much better.

Like you said it’s gonna be worse cause Nettles is Black/Blackish so that adds an extra layer of vitriol.

These stans can not self insert themselves into Nettles so by default they want her gone. Which is why they are so willing to have her replaced with Rhaena cause she’s Blackish too so it will do!

Daemon’s last arc is basically Nettles. Putting Rhaena in her place will not work. Rhaena has her own story anyway. The fact that they want to replace such a pivotal character cause they don’t like how it will affect their ship is bonkers.

I won’t say they aren’t Daemon stans, but they are a specific type. These stans are first and formost Daemyra self insert fans. If it’s not Daemyra they don’t want any parts of it/Daemon.