#he might also have a panic attack because he doesn't remember where to even look for his friends

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No because I'm very emo about Hunter (my d&d character)

It's the fact that he would do anything to protect his friends and he would never do anything to hurt them, because he didn't always have people who truly care about him so he treasures the people who do. It's the fact that he has no idea what's happening most of the time and all he has is vague notions and odd snippets of things he's supposedly done and doesn't know what to make of, but he tries to not make it a problem for anybody else. It's the fact that his Episodes (of being very chaotic evil) have been getting more frequent and started to put his friends, his family, in danger, but he doesn't quite know it. It's the fact that Evil Hunter ran from the last fight out of sheer panic and the first location that came to his mind was the party's house because that's what Hunter associates with safety. Home. It's the fact that Hunter is going to wake up in an empty house and wonder where his friends are and why they're not coming. Only the feeling of dread and the notion that something horrible happened, and that it's entirely his fault.

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Tormented Spirit | 16

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 5k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, violence, pregnancy, miscarriage, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: guys we're just gonna roll with the fact daemon knows how to braid hair realllly well ok stfu. also ASHFOASF long time no see i hope you enjoyyy!!!!!! | cross posted on ao3

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You find it hard to dress yourself for your clothes were far too heavy for you. What's more, they looked like they were eating you alive with how much weight you've lost. Your sister offered to have new dresses commissioned for you, but the moment your father caught wind of it, he made sure to send away any tailor that would fit you, insisting that you would regain your weight. You only did after Aegon was born, but as it remains, you look odd in your ill-fitting garbs.

By the time you are finished dressing yourself, you stare at your reflection. Black suited you, you think... it made the little color that remained on your face pop up.

Daemon emerges from the bathroom as you were about to fix your hair. His tresses looked tangled in its dripping state. A towel covered his belly and thighs, skin still damp. And his skin, his skin was burned. Were once you remembered both faint and deep cuts rested, now rested there was thick and textured marks.

"Dae-" you start but immediately stop when he heads straight towards his closet, hastily moving to dress himself.

You fidget with your fingers, unsure if you ought to help, approach, or even speak. You stare at him, hoping he'd acknowledge you. He doesn't.

You sigh and slowly walk to your vanity, though your eyes remain on him. He spares you a look, immediately looking away when he catches you staring. He puts on his breeches and pulls his towel off. He ties its laces, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. It wasn't. In fact, it was not even an easy feat, as his hands were trembling.

You don't notice that exactly, but you do notice his frantic movements which were so unlike him. You wonder if it was consequence war, and you find yourself pretending not to notice in case it was the case. The last thing you wanted was to trigger him today of all days. You wanted the day you send off your children to be peaceful for the both of you.

You walk sit before your mirror, eyes on your reflection as you comb your hair. Your gaze keeps flickering back to Daemon though.

He notices, and can hardly bare it. He haphazardly puts on his dress shirt then grabs his doublet, pacing across the room. He shudders as he chucks his towel on the bed. He huffs and leans on the table where an ewer of wine laid. He chucks his top on the surface beside it and pours himself a drink.

His aim is poor. Red sputters on the table due to his shaky grip. He nearly makes the cup overflow, but manages to control himself. Quickly, the prince downs the alcohol, but it seems to do nothing for his nerves, and absolutely nothing for the maddening nightmare that was torturing him so greatly.

In truth, he did not know if he quivered out of fear or anger because of it. He did not know which part haunted him more, the fact that his subconscious thought this up, or the fact that it might be true.

He gasps when he hears his name. He sets his cup down with a thud and turns over his shoulder. He scratches his eyes as he looks at you, face shining though your brows were furrowed.

"A-are... are you-"

"It's nothing," he quips, stuffing his dress shirt into his trousers.

You shift on your chair to face him and frown, "Daemon."

He freezes, jaw clenching with an unwillingness to confess what was torturing him.

You see his steely gaze and his tensed shoulders. You knew better than to pursue an uncomfortable conversation with him right now, so you lower your gaze and slowly shake your head, "I... I simply wanted to ask if you would help braid my hair."

He freezes, "what?"

"I thought it would be good to-"

Daemon grabs his doublet and hastily wears it, nearly sprinting towards you.

"- have you..." your breath hitches. You look at him through his reflection as he comes behind you, "... do it in the fashion of your house."

His hands tremble as he reaches for your hair.

"... if... it pleases you."

"It pleases me," he blurts, stroking your hair, "thank you."

You shake my head and sigh, "I-... thank you." You lower your gaze to your hands, "might I write while you do this?"

Daemon's brows furrow as you apprehensively turn to him. He shakes his head but then nods, "o... of course."

You watch him reach for the comb.

He feels its weight before shaking his head again, "wh... to whom?"

"My twin," you say simply, opening the drawer to pull out some parchment and ink. Your eyes slowly look at his reflection as you get your quill and shut the drawer.

Daemon nods. He grips the comb and shrugs. He shakes his head before gathering your locks and brushing through it. He clenches his teeth, trying not to sound so sour as he speaks. He fails, "you write to him oft?"

You nearly tell him everyday, but you change it to: "yes."

He notices that you had two pieces of parchment on your table. He cannot help the jealousy that blooms at the idea of you writing long letters for him. "Much to say, have you?"

Your eyes flicker up to him.

Daemon does not look at you as he parts your hair and begins braiding.

"What?"

"You have two pieces of parchment."

"Oh..." you look back to the table, not thinking he'd notice, "the other is for Laenor."

He freezes.

"I do not write to him as oft," you mutter.

Daemon cannot help the sound he makes. His breath hitches as he gathers your dark hair into his fingers. He chuckles rather manically, "of course."

You decide not to reply. You simply leave him to his work as you work on your letters.

You finish writing your letters before he finishes fixing your hair. Daemon watches you fold the notes neatly and prepare wax to seal them off. Part of him wishes to enquire what you have to say to those wretched men, but another part knows he might regret it. Surely, to your brother at least, you would air out your grievances. The prince does not know if he could stomach the knowledge you'd express your hatred for him with someone else.

You melt wax over a candle and seal the letter with your stamp. He watches you do this, and as he does, he imagines all the times you did the same for his letters. He wonders if you did so with the same ease. He wonders if you paid it littler or more attention than this. He wonders if he'd ever be at the receiving end of your affections ever again.

When he gets to the last part of the last braid, he finds himself unwilling to pin it in place with the rest for your hair. He stares at his work, at the interwoven plaits going down your shoulders. He tucks some stray hair behind your ear, so badly wishing he could kiss you.

Perhaps he could, but then you'd push him away. He would not survive.

Finally, he pins the last part of your hair and slowly withdraws his hands, "it is done."

You immediately come to stand and turn to him.

Daemon watches as you look at his unbuttoned doublet. His stomach drops when you begin to fasten them.

"Shall I braid your h-"

"No," he blurts, shaking his head, "I do not want you to touch me."

You freeze, unsure if you heard him correctly. You slowly pull away, "you... you don't want me to touch you?"

"No," he shakes his head.

You knit your brows and nods slowly, "I see... why?"

"Why?" he whispers, as if he was stabbed, "why does it matter? Do you want to touch me?"

"I... I want to be civil with you."

His nostrils flare as he chuckles dryly.

"I do not want to be at war with you."

"But we are!" Daemon blurts, "love is war."

"Says who?" you knit your brows.

"Says my bleeding heart," he mutters, as he fixes his doublet himself. His eyes begin to water, so he turns away.

You feel your throat tighten. You shrug, "is this your way of saying you love me?"

"I have always loved you," he turns back to you, tears staining his cheeks.

You laugh.

He rarely hears such a sound from your lips and seems to hate it. "Mazemā nyke syt iā pirtirys?" he mutters under his breath. You take me for a liar.

You chuckle again and shake your head. You shrug, "mazeman ao syt iā mittys." I take you for a fool.

Daemon lowers his head.

You nearly reach out for him, but then you remember he does not invite your touch. You turn to the door then back to him, "let us be civil today."

"No," he lifts his gaze, walking to the vanity. He grabs a hair tie and does his hair, "I want a peace treaty."

"What?"

"The Stranger has scratched my skin in the Stepstones. I know better than to believe civility can be achieved between your enemies."

You laugh again, but this time, it is far unbearable. It is loud and anxious and broken. You clutch your chest when you begin to feel it tighten, "and I am your enemy, Daemon?"

"Daor," he says desperately. He grabs your arms and rapidly shakes his head, "dōrī ao.... yn nyke." No. Never you... but I.

You stare at him as he slowly pulls away.

"I have become your enemy whether either of us care to admit it or not," he shakes his head as he turns to his feet, "I cannot reconcile my mistakes; I can ask only for a peace treaty."

You rub your forehead as you lean on your chair, "I do not understand."

"You-" he chokes. He clears his throat, "you say look at me and see only grief and loss." He wipes his face, "I do not want it to be so."

You huff and shake your head, "it is not something you can change."

"Not if you don't let me," Daemon mutters, "kostilus..." he shakes his head, "ivestragon nyke skorkydoso olvie yno kostā mōzugon gō ao pykagon nyke hen." He scratches his eyes before looking at you. Please... tell me how much of me you can drink before you spit me out.

"Daemon."

He looks at you, violet eyes shrouded by pink.

"I..." you shake your head, "don't know."

He sighs, "plea-"

"I'm telling you, I don't know."

He sighs again, shaking his head then nodding it, "sȳz." Fine.

You watch him step back and motion to the door.

"After you."

You stare at him for a moment and grip your skirts tightly in your hands. You draw a deep breath before walking off.

When you open the door, you hear the clanking of steel. You see Arryk and Erryk stationed outside your door.

"Princess," they greet in unison.

You frown at them, "Erryk... Arryk."

Arryk's eyes rather unwillingly catch sight of Daemon walking towards you. He clenches his jaw and steps aside, not wanting to see him. Erryk ignores him altogether as he reaches a hand for you, "will we be heading for the solar to break fast?"

You shake your head and push his hands down.

Erryk's jaw feathers as Daemon comes to your side.

Daemon's gaze remains lowered. He mutters softly, "kesan bartos naejot se ripo," before slipping past you and walking off.

Erryk eyes him hotly where Arryk turns to you, giving you a wary look, "what did he say?"

You shake your head and offer a smile, "he said he'll be going to the pit."

Arryk simultaneously thinks how fortunate and cowardly it was that Daemon will be flying off. Erryk says it out loud, "so, he's leaving on Caraxes?"

You rub your belly, "we will be sending our Alaeric and Alyrie off."

The twins freeze.

"I do not know if Daemon spoke to the maesters about it already," you mutter, "would one of you go and check. I... I do not want to see them... not like that."

"I can go," Arryk nods.

You nod rapidly and offer a smile, "thank you."

Just as his brother leaves, Erryk reaches a hand out to you again, "perhaps you ought to break fast."

You shake your head, finally taking his hand, "I... I will be sick."

His brows furrow, "you must promise me you will eat something after then."

"Erryk-"

The shake of his head cuts you off.

You take a deep breath, "you know it is hard."

"Then perhaps you can eat with the prince."

Your eyes widen at the idea.

It takes a moment for Erryk to realize why and he quickly dispels the thought, "Aegon. With your nephew, the prince."

You heave and shake your head.

His jaw tightens, "I would never im-"

"I know," you raise a hand, "I just... I misunderstood. Forgive me."

His nostrils flare, "there is no world in which you could ever do something that offends me."

You come to life when you reach Aegon's quarters. The boy immediately runs towards you. You smile and lean down. He jumps into your arms and you tenderly pick him up, sealing him into a hug

"Aunt!" he beams, clutching your cheeks.

"My boy," you coo, embracing him fondly.

Aegon giggles, his little arms wrapping around you. You remain like this for a moment before he pulls away and grins, clutching your cheeks again, "play!"

You kiss his forehead, "actually, we're going to go outside today."

Aegon blinks, his silver lashes fluttering, "play?"

You rock him in your arms, "zaldrīzes." Dragon.

He gasps.

"Gaomagon jaelā naejot ūndegon iā zaldrīzes?" Do you want to see a dragon?

"KESSA. KESSA!" Aegon cheers in agreement.

With this, you head to your sister's chambers and tell her of your plans for today. Alicent offers you a solemn expression before giving you a hug. She says she will change and inform the king. You then head off to the last person you wished to invite.

"Come in," his voice is deep.

Aegon leans into you as Erryk opens the door. You step into the Hand's office and nod at your father, "hello, my lord."

Otto lifts his gaze from his desk and furrows his brows, "what's happened?"

You shake your head as he slowly comes to a stand. You rub Aegon's back, "nothing... I... I've told Daemon about the twins."

He tenses at the thought, eyes turning to Erryk, who stood just by the door.

"We will be sending them off now."

Sending them off? Otto relaxes when he realizes who you actually meant. He nods and walks towards you. He places a hand on your shoulder, "I am glad."

You gulp as you look at him, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

The walk is long and quiet, save for the babbling of Aegon. He was rather fond of his grandfather's pin, and reached out to it every time Otto got close enough to.

"No," Otto would quip each time, raising a brow at the boy.

Aegon, none the wiser, would giggle, thinking it was a game.

At some point, the old man had to surrender his pin denoting his status to the boy when he managed to get pull on it. With a sigh, he hands it to his grandson.

You immediately pull it away from Aegon when he tries to eat it. You quip with a raised brow, "no."

The sight of your babies on a pyre sends a chill down your spine. The maesters and Arryk are already there, waiting for the rite to commence. The sight is too much, thus why you fix your eyes on Aegon.

Otto notices your discomfort and comes to your side, blocking your view of the pyre with his back. He turns to one of your wards, then the other. He motions with his head, wordlessly beckoning them over.

Erryk and Arryk oblige.

"It would be best if my daughter have this moment with her husband," Otto says, "stay back unless called upon."

Arryk clenches his jaw and Erryk purses his lips. Regardless, they nod and speak in unison, "my lord."

Soon, the king, the queen, and the crown princess arrive. It's rather fitting, for right after, there is a loud screech in the sky. Aegon immediately reacts, gasping as his hands fly up to cover his ears. A flash of red soars overhead.

The poor boy is overwhelmed by the sound of beating wings and begins to clamor and panic. You do your best to calm him and instinctively turn to your sister, finding her clutching her swollen belly in worry. You debate whether you should hand her Aegon, but you decide to try and calm the boy, not wanting to strain her by making her carry the boy.

You turn to my father, who wipes his grandson's cheeks and strokes his head.

You kiss Aegon's cheeks and rock him, beginning to sing, "the fishes swim in seas of blue, and dragons breath fire so red— shhh it's alright."

Caraxes soon lands before the pyre and screeches.

Aegon joins suit, screaming into you shoulder as he clings onto me for dear life.

Daemon sees this, jaw clenching at the sight. He watches Otto block Aegon's view of Caraxes, muttering something to the boy. He watches his sister come forward to calm the boy. He watches you rock him. The Hightowers are unified because of his brother's son. He unsaddles himself from Caraxes.

"DAOR!" Viserys screams, just as the blood wyrm cranes his head dangerously close to you. Rhaenyra gasps as he watches Caraxes seemingly try to attack. The king steps forward, repeating the command, making Caraxes pull his long neck back and screech back in offense.

Aegon shrieks in terror of the loud noise.

The king does not flinch, but he does turn to Daemon, "visagon aōha dyni, valonqar!" Control your beast, (younger) brother.

Daemon calls out to Caraxes, ordering him to calm and obey. He soon is on the ground, marching towards his dragon's head, "gīda ilagon!" He raises his hands, "gīda ilagon." Calm down.

Caraxes huffs through his nostrils.

Aegon wails into your shoulder.

The dragon screeches again.

Daemon grits his teeth, looking over his shoulder. He turns to you then his brother, "visagon aōha tresy." Control your son.

Upon hearing this, you glare at Daemon, "he's just a babe!"

Caraxes bleats at the sound of your voice.

"Do not be so defensive. A babe's wailing is meant to be annoying," Daemon rebuts.

"Here," Alicent mutters, taking Aegon from you.

"Ali-"

"It's alright, sister," she turns to you, kissing her boy, "I can manage." She turns to Otto, "might I have your arm, father?"

Otto obliges.

The two walk off, enough that Caraxes was not so close. You can't help but glare at the beast, though you knew any irritation you had towards him was irrational, as he was just a dragon and Aegon was just a boy.

Caraxes cranes over to you again, letting out another loud noise.

Both Daemon and Viserys call out to the beast, expecting the worst from him. Even Arryk and Erryk, who was watched from afar, grip their swords involuntarily and find themselves stepping closer as Caraxes pushes his snout into you.

Caraxes does nothing perilous but does huff. Still, it garners a corrective command from his rider, who comes in front of you

The beast makes a displeased sound, baring his teeth, frightening Aegon yet again. The sound of the boy's cries make you snap, "lyka, Caraxes," you call out, "skoros gaomā?" Quiet, Caraxes. What are you doing?

Daemon turns to you then Caraxes, calling him to obey.

Viserys watches his brother gaze upon you. He watches Daemon take your hand and reach it out towards his ride. His lips part as Caraxes leans into your joined hands. He turns back to his wife and frowns at the sight of his red faced boy. It was clear Aegon was frightened for you with how he was reached his hand in your direction.

The king sighs and comes to him, taking the boy into his arms. Rhaenyra watches his father rock his half-brother. He watches the boy sigh into his arms. She looks away, focus back to Caraxes.

Daemon leans against Caraxes. He mutters softly to him as he presses your hand into the dragon's snout. The beast is finally calm. You feel the warmth of his scales and you wonder if he'd eat you now that you were no longer carrying his rider's children.

Daemon topples back as Caraxes pushes into him, hard enough to brush against you. You gasp when he nudges your chest.

Your husband recognizes the affection and finds himself unable to bridle his own. He pulls you into his chest, pretending it was out of concern— to keep you upright. He presses his arm against yours, his palm resting on the back of your hand. He links his fingers into yours and rests your joined hands atop Caraxes, whispering, "he missed you."

You chuckle, looking over your shoulder to Daemon, "that's not possible."

Daemon leans his forehead against yours and you immediately look away. Though the sentiment hurt, he looks back at his mount and persists, "yet it's true."

Caraxes huffs and begins to curl before you. He then lies down, shaking his head as he did.

Daemon's eyes turn to the pyre, throat tightening at the sight of the two small bodies, wrapped up in cloth. It was no longer white, as time brought a brownish hue to it.

You look at him when he withdraws his hand. You watch his jaw clench as he looks to the distance. You pull away to place a hand on his rib, "do you want to go closer?"

His hand comes atop yours. For a moment, you remember how he said he didn't want your touch, but instead of pushing you away, he squeezes you. His lowers his head and licks his lips, "I am unworthy."

You face him fully. You shake your head and fix his collar, "you are their father."

You entire body seems to react when he speaks your name. Your shoulders tense. Your breath hitches. Your eyes water.

He watches you intently. He takes your hands and clutches by his chest. He frowns and leans closer, daring to press his forehead into you again.

You let him. You close your eyes and let him press against you. Tears rush down your cheeks.

"Would they have liked me?" Daemon whispers.

You chuckle bitterly, eyes opening. You see that his face is just as teary as yours. You sniffle and shake your head, "the gods only know."

Daemon wipes his nose on his sleeve.

You both walk towards the pyre. Caraxes lifts his head to look down upon you. Daemon frowns when he sees just how tiny the bodies are. He notices then they smell like the oil you put on yourself, albeit mustier. He cares little about the unpleasant undertone and presses a kiss on both their bodies.

When he pulls away, he takes deep breath and mutters, "kepa iksis kesīr, Alaeric se Alyrie... shijetra nyke... geros ilas." Father is here, Alaeric and Alyrie... forgive me... good bye.

Daemon turns to you, his hold on you tightening, "gaomagon emā mirros naejot ivestragon?" Do you have anything to say?

You step forward, biting your lips as gaze upon your babes. You release Daemon, immediately bursting into tears. You reach out to them one last time, lips trembling, "I wish you knew how much I love you."

You nearly topple back as you pull away.

Daemon reaches for you, one hand on your arm, the other on your back. He rests his head on yours, his voice is pained as he mutters, "they know," he shakes his head and presses a kiss on your ear. He whispers, "everyone knows."

You crumble. You turn to him and sob into his chest.

He wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair. He calls out your name, "I'm here now."

You whine.

"It would take sword and flame to sever me from you."

When you were calm enough, Daemon leads you off. He is vigilant of his surroundings but more importantly, you. By the time you and him stand far away enough, Caraxes inspects the pyre before him. He sniffs it and shakes his head. He cranes his neck back, looking at his master. They share a silent understanding.

Daemon has his arm around you as you continue to weep into his chest. He rubs your shoulder, looking down upon you, "would you like to give the command?"

You sniffle and look up to him, "what?"

He turns to Caraxes, who is already stood in attention rather knowingly, "I think he would obey if you commanded."

You shake your head, turning to Caraxes, "I do not want to." You face the pyre, wiping your face, "I've given them their sorrowful beginning. I do not wish to give them their sorrowful end."

Daemon clenches his jaw, "very well." He rubs your shoulders, "when you're ready."

You sigh, leaning into him, "I will never be."

He does not reply. He does, however, squeeze your shoulders.

You turn to him, a line between your brows, "when you're ready, Daemon."

He turns to you just as you look forward. He sniffles and turns to his mount, "Caraxes."

Caraxes rumbles.

The prince takes a deep breath, eyes fixed upon his children, "dracarys."

You gasp at the burn of the flames. The fire is so bright, it's like the sun stops shining for a moment. It's fitting, for that is what it felt to lose them. Warmth cascades across the ground. Caraxes screeches upon finishing his task. Aegon weeps again.

Daemon takes you back to the Keep on dragonback. He is grateful you agreed, though he knows it was more because you felt too weak to walk, rather than the fact you wanted to keep his company.

When he arrives at the pit, Caraxes squawks in recognition of the dragon that seemed to have just arrived, judging by the amount of servants and dragon keepers around.

When you land, hear a voice call for you and you look, not recognizing the voice. Daemon does, just as he recognizes the dragon.

Daemon dismounts and helps you down. You hear your name called out again, "who-"

"Princess!"

Your lips part as you turn to see the young man running towards you. You recognize him solely from his hair, "Laenor?"

Daemon eyes the boy as he bows. He eyes the flowers in his hand. Quickly, his eyes are averted back to you when you begin to weep.

Laenor is mortified. He nearly drops the bouquet as he calls out your name.

"Forgive me," you wipe your face and shake your head, "it is good to see you," you say, breaking into a soft chuckle, "to finally meet you."

Laenor gives a half-hearted smile as he nods, "it is good to meet you, though... I hear you have just come from the pyre."

You sniffle and nod, linking your hands together, "yes... I... we-" you turn to Daemon, "put our children to rest."

Laenor nods slowly, looking between the two of you, "my deepest condolences princess, prince."

You turn to him, finding he was offering you pink flowers.

"Bougainvillea," says the young lord, "I thought to bring you flowers since you wrote of picking them oft."

Your lips wobble and you sob even more.

Daemon clenches his jaw, reaching out to you.

He doesn't reach you though, as soon, you've thrown yourself into Laenor's arms.

The Velaryon yelps in surprise but naturally returns your affections.

"Thank you," you mutter, squeezing him tightly.

He chuckles, matching the intensity of your embrace, "it's nothing really, I saw some on my way. I'm glad you appreciate it."

When you pull away, Laenor catches the withering glare Daemon was shooting his way. He widens his eyes, only because he dares not to roll them, then hands you the flowers.

You gratefully take them, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I wrote to you just this morn."

"Did you?" his brow quirks, "you might be glad to know you needn't do anymore."

Your brows furrow.

"I..." he smiles softly, "... am promised to Princess Rhaenyra."

Daemon's brow quirks.

"Oh," you mutter, "oh..." your lips wobble, "d-does that mean you will be staying here?"

Laenor chuckles, "yes, I-"

He grunts when you embrace him again.

Daemon looks away and scoffs.

"That's wonderful!" you sob, "oh, my dear Laenor."

Laenor chuckles as he pulls away, "surely mine own company is not so much a relief from my uncle's."

"Careful, boy," Daemon snaps, eyes narrowing, "I respect you, but that doesn't mean I like you."

Laenor's eyes widen again, "of course, uncle."

"In any case," you wipe your philtrum, "I am glad to have a friend."

Friend... I could be your friend, thinks Daemon.

Laenor nods, "as am I."

With that, Laenor walks off and you turn to the Bougainvilleas in your hands.

"You write to Laenor about flowers?"

You turn to Daemon, seeing him grind his teeth. You nod simply, "upon his request."

He opens his mouth but then shuts it. Would you have obliged himhis request if he ever wrote back to you? He banishes the thought and turns to the ground, "you should plant them."

Your brows quirk at the thought.

"Grow them in your garden," he turns around, walking back to Caraxes.

You watch him caress his dragon. You mutter to yourself, "that's not how that works."

You wait for him to finish doting on his ride. You stare at your flowers as you do so.

When Daemon turns back, he sees you gently caressing the pink buds. He imagines you doing the same to his cheeks and lips; it makes him rapidly shake his head and call your name.

You look up at him.

Daemon's lips are curved into a frown, "I do not keep you prisoner."

Your brows furrow, "what?'

He motions with his head, "go."

You turn to where he motioned, eyes immediately falling on Laenor. You look back at him, "I-"

"He's surely famished from a long ride," he slowly turns back to Caraxes, stroking his scales. The dragon huffs, lying down. "I doubt you've eaten yourself."

You stare at him, brows knitting together.

He turns back to you, "go to him. Be with your friend."

You pull your head back, "I-"

"I wish to clear my head," he pats Caraxes, "I'll do it in the sky."

Of course, what he really wanted was to find solace in your arms, but he tries to convince himself flying will be just as good. After all, that was how he calmed himself before... before you.

"I'll be back before dark," he mutters, walking off to mount Caraxes.

You watch him climb on his dragon's back. You watch him as he commands Caraxes to stand.

You nearly ask him to stay, but your memories convince you to do otherwise.

You gasp softly when Caraxes takes off.

[nevertheless-moving]

Stormlight AU 26: Adolin doesn’t kill Sadeas. Mostly just an excuse to dunk on him for trading one (1) shardblade for mythical warriors who can make their own shardblades.

"What was it you said? When Dalinar traded that sword of his for your slaves? I wasn't there, of course, but quite a few clerks took note. Something like…" Sadeas ground his teeth together, ignoring Sebarial. A bridgeman let out an indecorous whoop of excitement, swooping down low, chased by windspren and a number of delighted peasant children. "This will be remembered as…" Another man flew past, slamming into a wall, his arm visibly mangled out of shape. Several more flew to support him, and a blue white light flooded the soldier. An injury that might have been debilitating for life for any other soldier, healed in moments. "…the most ridiculous decision…" Two more soldiers, sapphire eyes at odds with their Azish and Herdassian coloring, sparred nearby. Sadeas watched hungrily as their blades adjusted in length throughout the drill. How often had shardbarers secretly muttered that impressive as the weapons were, it would be nice if sometimes they were a bit more practically sized. "…ever made by an Alethi Highprince." Sadeas rounded on Sabriel, and was pleased when the round old man stepped back in cautious alarm, even if his grin didn't fade. Sadeas's fingers twitched, longing to strangle that smug expression off his face. To his side, he could feel the loathsome stares of the 'windrunners.' His hands clenched. Ten heartbeats, that's all he needed…but they wouldn't need even that long. He snarled, then stalked away.

seriously i feel like it might be worth it just to see him suffer through knowing he actually, objectively, got the worse end of the deal. One (1) dead shardblade for a lost radiant. Several radiants actually. Hmm oh look that's over 100 of your ex slaves that are now nearly unkillable soldiers who fly and are producing a new blade a week. Loyal to dalinar. Also dalinar may or may not have a new sword but if he does than its actual GOD.

Sadeas trying to do his game of thrones political scheming and the highprinces are just like. Uhhh i understand where you are coming from but we have shifted genres my dude. Literally standing in a magical lost city right now. Above the clouds. People are flying. You want me to backstab the literal prophet. The guy whose wedding was officiated by the STORMFATHER. You were there, right? You saw the actual stormfather come out of the literal sky?

Sorry man, nothing personal but you're asking to gamble against the guy who has been conclusively proven to have if not actual god than god like powers on his side…and we're in the middle of a desolation…and alethkar is in open revolt so…you know…this is kind of it, here. Like we'll be petty about tarrifs, sure, but…sorry, it just doesn't feel like a good idea to be seen around you right now.

Has a singular genuine moment during one of Dalinar's oathbringer panic attacks where he feels bad and actually tries to help. Unfortunately rosharan mental health awareness is shit so he does this by slapping dalinar a lot. Dalinar is remarkably unhelped. Sadeas gets thrown out a window, and dalinar doesn't even have the courtesy to remember doing it. See if he tries to do something nice again.

Sadeas constantly enraged because he's so out of favor that his only real political power comes from meetings with dalinar, because dalinar needs advice, and Sadeas is the only one whose not so blinded by awespren to tell dalinar when hes being an idiot.

"Old Friend, I know my own son died pointlessly years ago, so far be it from me to give parenting advice, but if I suddenly remembered that I accidentally killed my wife — which was somewhat hilarious by the way, so glad we can talk about that now — NO THROAT GRABBING NOT A RADIANT REMEMBER — anyway if I had living sons and was going to (ugh) publish a book that involved them intimately, I might consider hearing their opinion on what they find acceptable to include. Oh, no definitely leave in the part about how little you felt at Renarin's birth. The children will love that. Don't worry my dear man, I'm sure Adolin will make a fine king of Urithiru after he guts you like a Skyeel"

Anyway Sadeas getting the classic season one villain to reluctant defeated season three feral ally treatment.

Inevitably Schemes with Odium at some point and when Dalinar is mad about betrayal, Sadeas hits him with the ol' 'WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED BY THIS. I TOLD YOU REPEATEDLY NOT TO TRUST ME, DALINAR. THIS IS WHO I AM, THIS IS WHO I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN, AND THIS IS WHO I WILL ALWAYS BE. "

"MEN LIKE US NEVER TRULY CHANGE"

(there's maybe some tears when he says this. But probably not. That glistening in his eyes was likely just the Thrill)

Other Stormlight AUS

[mythicmanuscripts]

omg ok also, based on your recent aegon imagine, what about soft, teary, spiraling jace when he thinks you're mad at him? maybe something similar where he really gets into his own head about it? i feel like jace is already so prone to anxiety that this would be a breaking point for him...maybe he might be on the verge of a panic attack or breakdown and you'd even have to put him into subspace after just to get him to calm down and breathe a little?? thank you!!

Of course!! In case you guys couldnt already tell, I LOVE writing sweet soft angsty stuff,

While this answer isnt explicit, I will hide it under a cut anyway because it's very clearly sub!Jace.

So firstly, I think Jace has always been prone to anxiety? Even though he's a man, he absolutely has a crippling case of eldest daughter syndrome. The poor lad can't remember the last time he didnt have someone to look after or someone's expectations to meet.

He's also very used to handling all that pressure and anxiety on his own. When you marry, you make sure to check up on him constantly and ensure he's alright. You learn very quickly that Jace won't actually come to you about his anxiety and stress until he reaches his breaking point. Because of this, you always make sure to ask him if he's alright once a week or so.

You always try to make sure that you have some time alone with him where you can ask him if there's anything he wants to talk to you about or vent about. Often he will actually take you up on the offer, especially because you always praise him once he finishes talking and tell him you're very proud of him for opening up.

However, sometimes even these precautions arent enough.

Jace can spiral very easily and get completely lost in his own head, and these spirals can happen quickly, especially if he's already not feeling the best.

Maybe this time, Jace could feel how he was starting to get too stressed and anxious and so he goes to you. Except when he goes to you, you're in the middle of something? Maybe you're reading or making arrangements with servants, whatever it doesn't really matter. When Jace asks if he can talk with you, you just tell him to wait a moment because you want to finish this first. When you look up again, he's gone. So you just assume whatever Jace wanted wasnt very important and make a note to yourself to ask him about it that night.

You don't see Jace for the rest of the day, which isnt unusual considering how busy and you both are with the war effort. But in reality, Jace wasnt doing his duties, he was just sitting on his bed staring at the wall and spiralling. He begins to wonder if he's relying on you too much, if he's managed to scare you off. He's so confused, because he knows you've told him to come to you for help, but when he did you blew him off?

You find him in the bedroom that night when you finally retire for the evening. You can immediately see something is very wrong because he's just sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest and not moving at all. When you say his name, he looks up at you and quickly tries to compose himself, stumbling over his words as he tries to lie and say he's fine and doesn't need anything from you because he doesn't want to make you even more annoyed with him.

You just walk to him and ask him why he would ever think you were upset with him, and he mumbles something about having asked you earlier to hep him. Your heart sinks, because you realise you did this to him. You realise he must have come to you because he genuinely needed support and you turned him down.

He starts to spiral even more now that you're actually there and watching him. Tears well up in his eyes and he closes them, trying to take slow deep breathes but it's a losing battle. When you see this, you know speaking to him is useless. He's far too worked up.

So you just sit down on the bed with him and pull him into your chest. You rub his back and just let him cry it out and calm down at his own pace. Jace is someone who just needs to have a cry every now and then. Trying to reassure him and get him to stop crying doesn't help at all, he just needs to let the emotions out before he can think clearly again.

Even when he stops crying, he's still unsettled? He keeps on squirming and whining, hiding in you neck every time you ask him what's wrong. You bring your hand up to his hair, stopping to cup the back of his neck for a moment and he relaxes against you. So you give the back of his neck a little squeeze, like a mother dog carrying her puppies, and he melts into you. Feeling you have that grip on him lets him calm quicker.

When he looks up eventually, you can see he's somewhere between being half asleep and being in subspace. So you ask him if he wants to kneel for you, and almost instantly he's sliding down the bed and onto the floor. You have to grab a pillow quickly and make him stand for a moment until you can put the pillow down to protect his knees.

He's whiny and unsettled the whole time you're having him stand. He wants to kneel!! The moment you deem it comfortable enough, he's kneeling. You sit on the side of the bed, playing his hair and letting him suck on your fingers. He stays there until you can see he's about to fall aslee p, then you drag him up the bed and he's asleep before you've even changed into pyjamas.

[the-other-art-blog]

Benedict, grief, and bees (Benophie wish list s4)

I have a question for pre-show Bridgerton fans: were the bees that important back then? I mean, apart from the obvious relation to Edmund in TSPWL.

It's very intriguing how the show uses the bee. It is part of the brand, used in hashtags and promo material, yet it is the cause of Edmund's death. The show even made it into the symbol of the family, which I can't remember if it was specified in Julia Quinn's books. Bees are often seen in important moments like the epilogues as visual representations of Edmund's soul/essence looking over his family. I know some people find it weird and even sinister, mainly because Anthony is traumatized to the point he had a panic attack when he saw one on Kate. Is it a bit macabre? To use the cause of death of the patriarch of the family as a cute symbol? Maybe.

But it is what it is and it works for Benedict so it's fine by me. Much like the show's production, it's clear he feels Edmund's presence in the bees. This is amazing character-building! I mean, it's just my speculation, but I'll be damned if they don't make this evident in s4 and connect it to the book.

What does this have to do with the book?

In AOFAG, Benedict has a rock collection.

Benedict doesn't go into much detail since he is dealing with a nasty flu and it's the middle of the night and there's a thunderstorm. He only tells Sophie that he got one of them the day his father died. Sophie then speculates that each rock represents a special memory for him. Now, "special" may be a too positive word, but they certainly represent significant moments in his life.

I'm fascinated by this because it shows Benedict's emotional intelligence. He recognizes the significance of the good and bad moments that shaped his life. He doesn't avoid the bad memories but combines them with those that make him happy. He would have loved Inside out. Yes, the day his father died might be his most tragic day, but it happened and he accepted it. Guys, he was only 16 years old when he collected that rock!!!! And it wasn't the first.

(This also makes him such a complex character cause as much as hr accepts the tragic moments of his life, he also avoids conflict.)

I wonder, where did he get the idea? Did other kids at Eton talk about collections and he made his own? Maybe he didn't know where to start and decided on collecting memories? Was it Edmund's idea? His grandmother's (in First Comes the Scandal it is revealed she also had a passion for art as she did embroidery)? Did he make it to have something for himself? I already talked about how it must have been difficult to grow up with Anthony. Why did he pick the first rock? Did he pick a rock when he got into the Academy? Another when he left?

Moreover, Benedict has a particular sensitivity that the rest of the characters lack.

He only felt the tingling:

the day Edmund died

the masquerade

lake scene

Other shows and movies have this one character who gets a shiver or a tingling, a form of alert that tells them something just happened to highlight a special connection. Lady Mary felt it when Matthew got injured in the war and Beth Dutton felt it when her father died. Surely you can think of other examples, maybe you've felt it too. I know a friend got a call from her mom when she was about to get a tattoo 😂. Actually, I find it refreshing that in Benedict's case, it also announces good things (Sophie 🤗). Benedict doesn't like to call it a "sixth sense" but it kind of is.

And in the end, Sophie confesses that she also felt it:

Soulmates, these two are the definition of soulmates.

Going back to the day Edmund died, Benedict was the only one who had a presentiment that something life-changing was about to happen.

I am not demeriting the other siblings' relationship with Edmund, only saying that Benedict's personality makes him more prone to these mystical connections. In Daphne's words,

All of this is to say that Benedict wearing vests with bees is totally on character and a genius idea from production. Credit when credit is due. Contrary to Anthony, Benedict does not panic at the sight of bees. His grief process was different. Knowing he doesn't chide away from the tragic moments in his life, I understand if he decides to keep his father close by wearing bees. Maybe he feels that insect, in taking his father's life, also absorbed his soul???

Benedict's clothes are custom-made, meaning the tailor follows Benedict's instructions. He himself requests those designs. He didn't just go to a store and see one he liked. This is huge, it's such an important part of Benedict's character and they better use it in s4.

Again, this is my interpretation. Nothing has been confirmed in the show, but it can't be an arbitrary choice that Benedict is the character who has this feature in every season. Eloise had a headpiece in s1, but I think that's it. It could have hinted that she was the one who saw Edmund dying, but s2 gave that to Anthony 😒. This is also why I hope the show explores Benedict and Edmund's connection, cause not everything about Edmund is related to Anthony. He had 8 children, not just one.

I thought about this and I think the show can expand on this scene:

This happens as Benedict is sleeping and suffering, and Sophie is snooping in his desk. It's the amazing scene where she sees his sketchbook. I'll leave that as it is, but the question about the rock collection may happen later when Benedict is lucid and they can have a conversation about it. I want him to tell her about Edmund, what happened that day. It could also be an opportunity for Sophie to think about her father and maybe share a bit of it with Benedict since he's opening up to her. I want him to go into detail about the rest of the rocks, talk about the Academy, and show Sophie his sketches.

I just know Luke and Yerin will break me.

I'm thinking of writing a one-shot about this, cause 1 year is too much to wait and see if the writers did it.

If you reached this part, thanks for reading. I can't seem to make short posts.

I'm making a whole series called #Benophie wish list (this is the tag I'm using and you can read all my posts about it.)

So far, I've covered:

Side plots

Cinderella-Sophie

My version of the Lake scene

Benedict and Anthony Part 1

Benedict and Anthony Part 2: The Academy fiasco

Benedict and Anthony Part 3: Sienna and the Mistress question

And I have at least 1 year to keep writing about this and adapting as we get more info.

Now I'm done, thanks for reading.

[flmer]

★ mr. loverman.┊ wc: 1,3K? not sure.

content: angst, talks of abandonment, abandonment issues?, panic attack.

pairings: riddle rosehearts, azul ashengrotto x gn!reader.

note! They saw you leaving them behind and all they could do is just helplessly try to stop you from leaving them but it was all just a dream or is it? (this has been rotting on my notes app for more than 4 months now) lowercase intended and this is a series for all the house wardens/dorm leader but I decided to post these two first since it IS getting long :'))

riddle rosehearts.

It was currently midnight and riddle was so confused as to why he was still walking around in the school's corridors since it was against the rules to be outside your dorm after curfew and he always makes sure to never break any rule yet why is he here? he's sure that even if something happens he'll only go out past curfew if necessary but as he was walking while deep in his thoughts a figure suddenly ran past him; bumping his shoulders in the process and snapping him out of his thoughts.

he realized that the person is braking a rule and riddle does not tolerate rule breakers. not on his watch.

riddle ended up chasing after the figure and when he was close enough to the running person he realized that it’s figure oddly look like yours but that couldn’t be you

he remembers sleeping with you in his arms- he even double checked! just to make sure that you were there! so this person must be someone that oddly looks just like you... right?

the mysterious person stopped in front of a mirror and riddle realized that he was back in heartsylabul ‘why would they go here...?’ riddle thought while deeply staring at every move the stranger makes while in a bush hiding from the person.

taking a closer look riddle saw that the stranger was kneeling down in front of a tree that have a huge hollow in it and Is that a portal?!

Riddle was amazed but also suspicious of the person because what if they were a spy? and with that thought Riddle quickly activated his magic; shouting ‘off with your head!’ on the person.

the wind knocked off the hat off of your head and revealing your identity to riddle.

he was confused but there was also a feeling deep inside him- a feeling of uneasiness.

what were you doing here outside on this hour?! (Although he can't say it himself since he's also outside and that would be like scolding his self)

Riddle saw you moving and reaching out your hands towards the portal and that's when he suddenly realized what that portal was. It was the same portal that he read in a book not long ago.

It hit him. You were going home and yet you didn't even bothered to tell him? He felt betrayed and hurt. Hurt by your actions, he's your partner yet why didn't you mention anything about leaving and going home?

Riddle could've at least spend the last remaining time with you and making you feel loved and appreciated with the way he's been neglecting you for the past few days because of school.

If only you told him then he might at least feel a little less sad.

He stood there. unmoving like the statues of the seven when he suddenly feel something wet on his face, was it raining? but he doesn't feel any droplets of water from the dark sky.... the water tastes a bit salty

He touched his face to see what's causing his cheeks to feel wet and his eye sight to become blurry and then he realized... He was crying, why was he crying? he shouldn't cry at all, you left him without saying anything and shedding tears like this is so... pathetic.

But he still loves you and deep down he knows that even after you left him he'll still love you and continue on visiting the rose garden- the same roses and rose bushes you doted on while you were here.

Riddle was going through all of the memories you both shared and it made him feel utterly weak as multiple sobs wrecks from his mouth and letting out screams and yells begging for you to come back while slamming his hands on the tree hollow where you disappeared.

his hands were starting to get scratches from the tree’s hard and scratchy texture- it was starting to bleed but he doesn't care anymore if he wakes anybody up from his yelling or if he’s bleeding; all he cares about is getting you back and hearing your voice that he loves, telling him that it's alright and you're here.

he closed his eyes shut as he clenched his fists waiting for your endearing voice to comfort him

yet he heard none of those words, he didn't hear your voice and he thinks he's unable to hear anymore with all the thoughts suddenly building up inside his head. 

and then he felt it: the ground shaking heavily under him what was happening? an earth quake?

this was all too much for him. he passed out.

....

his eyes suddenly opened as he sat up quickly

“Riddle? Is there something that’s been bothering you? I heard you crying and tossing in your bed so I checked on you..” Riddle can hear the worry from your voice but he quickly wrapped his hands around you tightly as he hid his crying face on your shoulder “Please never leave me my rose..”

azul ashengrotto.

It was happening. the moment that he's been dreading to happen.

azul was looking at the scene that was happening right in front of him, it was you hugging another person's arm and he could clearly see how the both of you seem to be having fun.. having more fun than when you're with him.

with how your cheeks turn a darker color just like how when you were with him and not to mention that the person you were chatting with was the same person who used to have feelings for you and the same goes for you...

.. is this it?

azul knew at some point that in your relationship that you'll leave him for another person but he didn't expect it to be this soon.

azul could only stand there with tears that were threatening to fall down on his face, he wanted to rip you out of that man's arms but he couldn't. his feet were glued to the ground and it was as if he was turned to stone with how he couldn't feel anything nor can he move his body at all

why was this happening? and why did it have to happen on the day of your anniversary?

azul felt like he could burst out crying just like a cry baby but he held himself together because he knew that action would only cause a scene and he doesn't want to embarrass you.

should he approach you? scream? but that would cause a scene and he wouldn't want to humiliate you because even if he can feel his heart shattering to million pieces, he still loves you after all.

his mind was swirling with thoughts and all he wants to do is hide in his room and cuddle with you yet he's guessing that won't happen soon or qnytime at all.

his feet suddenly moved towards you before he could register what he was doing and now he was right in front of you.

he could hear how the joyous sounds you made suddenly disappeared and an awkward tense silent was now present hanging in the air.

he could see how your lips frowned at the sight of him, were you disgusted? azul just wanted to crawl to his octopot and never go out. He has seen you look at other people like that but never did he want you to look at him as if he were the dirt under your shoes.

azul started sweating, his mouth suddenly felt dry even though he just drank a beverage a minute ago. his mouth started opening and then closing- like a fish that was washed up on the shore and out of the ocean.

he feels like he looks so.. disgusting? pathetic? and he knows it.

this was the first time after years that he was reduced to a speechless mess.

and then you said it, you said how tired you were being with him and how you prefer the person next to you rather than him. that was the last straw.

it was so uncharacteristically of him but when he saw the look on your face and after hearing those words coming out from your mouth, he ran. he bolted out of there and straight into his office and luckily his office was near.

he slammed his office's door open and shut it after getting inside, making sure to lock the door as he fell to his knees, sobs wrecking out of him as his chest heaves heavily.

he can't breathe, he felt like throwing up what little food he ate earlier, the familiar feeling of being nauseous and the way his lungs desperately search for air as if he was deprived of oxygen.

azul pressed a hand against his mouth to stop him from puking? to refrain himself producing more of those pathetic sobs that he oh so wishes to stop making? his mind was so clouded and fuzzy that he wasn't even sure, hell he wasn't even sure if he was even thinking thoughts with how his ears are ringing and his mind going blank.

the corners of his eyes were starting to get blurry from his tears and then before he knew it, he passed out and fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

....

he quickly sat up with a gasp as he clenched his chest where his heart is supposed to be, his eyes darting everywhere until it fell on your sleeping form beside him and he realized, was it all a dream? (or perhaps a nightmare would be a better term)

his eyes glazed over at his pillow that was wet (and no it wasn't because he was drooling) his hands went to his face and he felt the tears there- fresh tears. ah, he must've cried silently again if he didn't manage to wake you up

but nonetheless, azul was glad that it was only a dream/nightmare because he isn't sure what he'll do if that were to become a reality.

and with that he laid back down as his arms wrap around you securely, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. the warmth from your body was enough to comfort him- to remind him that you're here with him, sleeping peacefully in his arms and that was enough to lull him back to sleep.

[hellhammersbignaturals]

mayhem + some others if they did martial arts headcannons i came up with instead of paying attention in class that also only make sense to me

Euroman would be a fucking GOD at forms. LOOK at this guy's horse stance. I don't even be hitting it like that damn

would be super nit-picky about the smallest shit. he would be like "your form was perfect, but your hands are just a few inches below where they're supposed to be ://////"

probably gets his ass beat by Varg every time they spar

tries to teach forms but ends up showing off without actually explaining anything

pelle would be one of those people that never wanted to take karate in the first place, hated going to class, and tried to quit but his parents wouldn't let him so now that he's in a high rank he'd feel bad quitting even though he still doesn't like doing it

gets mad at himself for not getting any better but never practices

probably cried or had a panic attack in the middle of class but the instructors kept yelling at him

im literally just projecting at this point

especially the last one

absolutely majestic cartwheels though

Varg would be a fucking MENACE at sparing. control? never heard of her. you would tell him to go easy, like level 2, and he would fight like his life depended on it.

has severely injured at least 3 people

bro is NOT fighting "might for right"

would go leave a literal child in tears and then be like "he should've kept his hands up" as if he didn't just go ape shit on 4'11 green belt

absolute menace but in an talkative way

instructors hate his ass because he won't shut up

only cares about class if it's a team game

grappling with him would be SO awkward. he's say some freaky ass shit about the forms he'd be like "rear naked choke? ayooooo 🤨😳"

necrobutcher would probably act like he's an expert outside of class but then half ass everything (calling myself out 💀)

he'd be kind of a smart ass about sparring and give people tips that he doesn't follow himself

he would be super extra with forms- like the most dramatic stances ever and not even realize he's doing the wrong side

Varg's sparring bestie (everyone else is scared of fighting both of them)

has also made people cry

he would fight like he's got fucking demons he needs to let out

total show off with kicks

insane at accuracy

maniac would obv be one of those people that quit for a few years and then came back out of no where having completely forgotten everything

quit but everyone remembers him as a legend

every now and then someone would be like "ya'll remember kjetil"

Edit: also varg is the only one that ties his hair up, everyone else just lets their hair get in the way 💀 he puts it in braids before class and pelle sometimes ties it up but most of the time he forgets

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Looks at Pep's profile on toyhouse:

Oooh, interesting stuff here! Also lots of sadness in the links! More thoughts below:

<"–and even being rescued himself in a few situations.">

<"- he and Porto helped me home when I was struggling to move, let alone keeping my form together -">

<"Porto, and Bello, found me when I wasn't in the best place, and very vulnerable">

My first thought was imagining Pep in 'Sopping Wet Creature' form being in either Porto or Bello's arms, but it's more likely him having a panic attack and both of them helping him get home.

<"but I realised what they needed, and I gave it to them - I still have that scar... I didn't even know I could get new scars...">

Wait, what do you mean new scars? And hmmm, clones don't really have blood (at least not like regular blood), but given what we currently know (or at least theorize) about Pep, perhaps he was the only one that could've helped Mirtillo.

(On a related note: Mirtillo being purple and considered to be Pep's baby. And a certain picture with a baby wearing purple. I'm not saying they're the same, just that maybe there's some subconscious connections here. Maybe the loss hits harder because he has lost his child before. It's twice now that he was taken away from his family.)

Also the dramatic irony of having an idea of what exactly happened to his family hurts! And every single one of Pep's links being one-sided thoughts! I'm over here making myself sadder theorizing that the last parts of each one are the exact thoughts he had while searching for them! That even though he was able to see the world outside the tower, he couldn't fully enjoy that freedom because in the back of his mind he's thinking that he failed them, that he was too weak and couldn't protect them–

He hopes that maybe, just maybe, he could find them. To be able to hug them again, hold them all in his arms and never let go. He would never ever lose them again.

Okay, I'm done for now.

On happier thoughts, Happy 1 year to this askblog! (It's March 1st where I am) Thank you for sharing this story with us! We appreciate all the love and care you bring with your designs and writing.

Always remember to take your time and have fun with it! Take care of yourself, Bean.

(Shy Theorist)

(AUGH, Shy Theorist Anon, must you sucker punch me right in the heart on this joyous occasion!!! (silly/lighthearted)

But you bring up various points! And I will provide context for others where applicable, like right now;

[Pep's updated reference on toyhou.se] and the [links where he shares his thoughts on his fambily members]

First point about [Porto] and [Bello] rescuing Pep I actually hope to touch on soon! Well, 'soon' as in 'within the next few story posts' - when they will actually be up is yet to be determined jfgksgd - but you're not too far off hehe

Second point about Pep getting a new scar - this is a little confusing since I don't draw scars in my cartoony style (for some reason that I do not remember) - unless it's like [Halloumi's] missing eye scar, which is just a big 'X' - but a lot of the characters do have visible scarring!

We just gotta hit them with the unsilly beam, like this;

And there they are! Although Pep's 'scars' are just markings to mimic Peppino's scars - except for one - while clones do not typically scar due to their healing/regeneration factor, it is possible

[Mirtillo] and [the baby in that 'certain' picture] both being purple babies might be intentional, or it might be bc I have a bias for purple, I'll never tell - but I do confirm they are not the same being, since Mirtillo has been depicted as a newborn clone (the 'gummy bear' stage) and clones made out of human cadavers do not have this stage

And yes!!! Pep doesn't know what happened to any of them, and he misses them all so much!!!

But they just might be closer than he thinks...

... Any way, thank you so much! Your kind words really mean a lot to me, and I always love hearing your thoughts and theories - even if I am a coy bastard about them sometimes, fkgfksdf

I know I keep saying that hopefully we get back to it, and I really mean it, but it in the meantime I just do what I can, and drop a few crumbs now and then hehe)

[b4rk1ng-l0t]

What would happen if you sat TMC characters down and made them listen to Everywhere At The End Of Time

Because I'm genuienly considering listening to it even though I know it's one of the worst ideas I've had this year/ser

Thatcher: Would be crying silent tears towards the end. He'd be looking back on his life and wouldn't feel too satisfied with it, feeling he wasted 17 years running. Would be thinking about how so many citizens in Mandela will be forgotten because theres hardly anyone left to remember. On the flip side, the experience might finally make him realize he needs to move on. Will try to live out Ruth's memory

Dave: Y'all remember Wendigoon listening to the album, and how you could watch his usually cheery personality slowing peeling away the longer he listened? Same difference. Might crack a couple of jokes through out, but would accept that the album displays the terrifying reality of a very common illness. He'd be going through the same existential crisis as Thatcher, realizing so many people will be forgotten because so many are dead/dying

Ruth: Like Thatcher and Dave, relating the album to their painful reality of people dying at every turn, countless people forgotten and (literally) a thousand more on their way. Forgetting more and more what the past/pre-invasion was like as you succumb to the new reality. Etc. (In a world where she's already heard about it, I'd like to think she'd get playfully competitive with Thatcher to see which one of them would last the longest, but as the music progresses, finishing the album wouldn't be as worth it).

Adam: Would get bored though out, very little effect on him. Though in hindsight, the album might be a good model of him losing his humanity (though he doesn't know that yet). TBH, he'd be the one introducing it to others first.

Jonah: Would get bored, can't finish it in one sitting. But curiosity would make him. Making jokes to lighten the mood throughout, but will be crying by the end.

Eve: Little reaction. Takes breaks throughout and comes back due to curiosity. Would also be crying silent tears towards the end.

Sarah: Wouldn't finish it. You cannot force her to. She's clocking out by stage 3-4

Mark: Wouldn't be able to finsih it, he'd have a panic attack/mental breakdown/etc during it and will quit. Absolutely HATES stage 5

[itz-pandora]

i hope u know that i am so so fascinated with ur android shadow in the misc au, i love him dearly and i need literally every morsel of lore about him please infodump about him as much as you want 😭💖

-🤖

AW IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM, THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO JOYOUS!!

In his debut, he's mostly following directives, trying to be the soldier he was coded to be, until Amy helps him remember his original directive, to help others. It activates his failsafe, MARIA, and he's flooded with false memories of her. This causes him to help the rest save the day!

Shadow doesn't learn he's an android until Heroes, (which he might learn through Neo), and it's a TOTAL mindfuck. It really makes him feel awful, and that negative feeling gets multiplied exponentially after Prime, where Shadow gets reprogrammed by Nine (which causes him to be deathly afraid of Tails). Shadow, who had grown very close to Amy at this point, decided to separate himself from her as to not hurt her, since he feels like he can't truly ever feel love like she can love him, because of how heavy the weight of being an android isn't him.

SHTH rolls around, and him and Hazard are the protags! This is where Shadow learns he's partially organic, with Black Arms dna. They both end up getting briefly mind controlled by Black Doom, which is TERRIFYING!!!! Shadow literally can't remember anything while being controlled because it doesn't register in his system! Just results in corrupted files. This cements to Shadow that he's never truly free, that the most autonomous part about him is still something that's controlled, just another drone.

He projects his insecurities onto Emerl when Sonic Battle happens. I think I might make this the part where Shadow gets really broken down, to a point the self-repair of the black arms in his circuits just takes too long, so despite protesting, Sonic brings Shadow to Tails for repairs, and Shadow has a PANIC ATTACK. He's actually so terrified of Tails tampering with him that his system overheats and he crashes. After Shadow is repaired, he's less afraid of Tails, because he realized he'd been too harsh, but he's angry at Sonic, and he feels so violated from getting repaired without his consent when Sonic KNOWS what happened with Nine!

Mephiles in 06 doesn't help the feeling of being artificial LMAO, but I don't have specific ideas yet! Shadow gets MAULED in Unleashed by Sonic btw lmao. Also, I don't have ideas for forces yet!

I dunno when this happens, but Shadow does Sonic's top surgery! Shadow wants to go into the medical field so doing this didn't take too much convincing.

After Forces, Metal is freed from the Eggman Empire, and Amy finds her. Amy gets Tails to repair Metal, and she ends up getting cosmetic upgrades to look like Neo! Shadow feels conflicted about Neo, but takes solace in the shared artificialness. Neo dates Amy, and Shadow feels conflicted, since he wants them to be happy, but a part of him never quite got over Amy. Neo and Shadow become close, and Neo is the one who suggests the polycule! They're all nice together 💕

Shadow, Amy and Metal move to Earth when Sonic retires as a hero! (Mobius is different from Earth). Shadow takes college classes to be in the medical field. Even though technically he could download information directly into his memory, he prefers learning in an organic way to feel more real.

When Eclipse comes to Mobius, Eclipse wants to be social with Shadow and Hazard, but struggles. When Eclipse loses his temper he accidentally mind controls Shadow and Hazard in the same way Black Doom did. After a while, he stopped, and Shadow and Hazard were terrified of him. Shadow spent so many years trying to convince himself if autonomy just to be stripped of it again and needing to start back at square one. He has to take a few days off college because it leaves him barely functional due to the sheer stress and trauma he relives at once.

And that's most of what I have planned!!!

[bisexualshakespeare]

I feel like I dreamt a whole comic book series

I dreamt I was sent to superhero/magic school. There I met an uncle who was shady but I really liked him for some reason so I wanted to believe he was good. I got into kid investigations around the school. Small things that eventually got big enough to threaten the school and then we figured out my uncle was behind it all. I remember there was a moment where he waa like "bet you didn't see THAT coming!" And for a moment it switched to being a ttrpg game and Brennan was like "you were suspicious the whole time! I knew it was you from jump!" And I was like "yeah I thought you probably were bad but i thought i could change you" and we defeat his evil plans and put him under house arrest.

Some time later in like seasion 2, I was outside and I saw someone who looked EXACTLY like me and i turned to tell my brother and when I looked back they were gone. So I say whatever, continue my life, several days pass. I go to a fabric store and it's cool. I leave, I'm walking around outside and then I hear me saying "this person looks EXACTLY like me" and i look up and it's me from the past! I run away so i don't see me again but then I'm like omg time travel is real and it just happened to me on accident?? I start having a panic attack.

Cut to I'm a different character played by Octavia Spencer. She's going on a date with a guy to a diner/roller rink that's a 50s theme that's just opened up and it's super popular. She's so nervous and she likes this guy and he's just chatting away while they're in line and every moment they get closer she gets more nervous. They get inside and she sees all the roller rink stuff and is like "I'm terrified of skating and i don't think we'd even work together. You're such a carefree guy and i should just leave! I can't do it any of it!" And her date reassures her that she doesn't have to skate if she didn't want to. He introduces her to his son who had been inside while he picked her up and that's okay because he's got a lil 50s community in here where they all look out for each other and that makes Octavia Spencer feel better somehow.

But then their nice moment is interrupted by some actual 50s gangsters who have appeared in the diner all of a sudden! Time travel things brought them to the modern times and they dont like being made fun of!

Cut to me waking up (still in the dream) and I'm freaking out because I just realized time travel shenanigans are happening! I run to my brother and wake him up and he's all groggy and I'm like it's an emergency!! He's like, what's going on? I say. I just saw myself from the past! He's like, what? And I'm like, damn i just woke up. Maybe none of that was even real but it FELT real. I tell him what happened and he's like, okay I kinda remember you saying you saw someone who looked like you s couple days ago so let's look more into this. Wecome up with a theory that maybe it's a time dilation where for just a moment, two segments of time overlapped but it was short lived. Maybe it didn't even happen to anyone else yet.

Cut to outside where Andrew Garfield is fighting with a 50s version of himself and the me watching this through my dream is a little into it. I think the me in my dream is also watching but she's in distress.

We remember there's a comic book series comic out with a character based off me. I think our evil uncle made it. We go to its booth but it's just an ad with a poster. The comics won't cook he out for weeks. But then I notice the illustration of the main character and I look down and we're wearing the exact same clothes. Either the uncle writer made this happen or they saw it before and are making money off it instead of warning us.

But then I remember something about the Andrew Garfield fight. There might be some way to reverse all this. I can't really what it was and then i woke up for real

[0l1v3-m4c3]

pls drop the cc headcannons from what I've seen of you, I trust they'll be top tier >:)

Tyy!! Most of them are random but I'll try my best!-

-Nikki and Neil used Mr honeynuts as an advantage and threat whenever they need max to behave(even tho Nikki prefers the Water spray but Mr honeynuts is much effective)

-nikki would let max pet the wolves because wolves look like dogs so they'll go out at night to feed treats or Give pets to the wolves, Neil would come along(so he can blackmail the cute moments of max with the wolves)

-Sasha and Max sometimes or everynight hang out in the haunted house and do self care or gossip or play uno, Max could agree with Sasha that Ansley is annoying because it reminds him of David, therye secretly besties, but that type of besties where they fight and snatch eachother's weaves and like those 'nyeahh..' type

-dolph, Neil and max are both mama's boy, max is a Mama's boy for Gwen but not that he's kind or obedient like those mamas boys, but he prefers her over David, and sometimes have rare moments of getting along with Gwen, maybe helping her brainstorm ideas or choosing the right deep words to make the book similar to cruel prince or haunted Adeline(yes I read that). And with Neil, his mum might be the reason why he likes science in the first place bc I hc his mum is a business woman so she's busy but sternly Lovingly to Neil, they have the same personality except she doesn't get nervous often, she's stern and strict but not mean to Neil, and She just wanted him to be successful like her when he's old but she's not like those mum's with high expectations, she just ENCOURAGE Neil, and Neil genuinely loves science, she teaches him how to build or maybe correct him when he said or do something wrong, probably the reason why he didn't want candy(Nikki's mum) to be with Carl(his dad) because even tho therye divorced, he still loves his mum. And with Dolph, Well he has a dad who has Hugh expectations for him to be a soldier or a leader of the army but His mum would prefer Dolph to be what he wants to be, she would teach him what he wants to learn, an artist. She'd give him attention and comfort him whenever his dad didn't really support the idea of Dolph being an artist instead of a soldier, and I hc she died so he's alone with his absent father or tried to get along with the other kids near his house but never gets to Because he's always called 'not boyish' due to being an artist(which his dad called him out for),

-Max and Nikki are often used as disguised people whenever they have a mission with the woodscouts, because Nikki can remember the lessons from the flowerscouts, being a stereotypical girl so she acts like one when she disguise, Max just acts like a cuter cutie Patootie which he used that act rarely whenever he needs something from adults or the counselors, but he also use it for a disguise in a mission against the woodscouts while the others are in th back, planning their revenge.

-david's coping mechanism is He has to think about jasper or 'this is for jasper' whenever he gets tormented by the kids or something's wrong, he has nightmares about jasper so he just thinks jasper's still mad at him(even tho he canonically doesn't know jasper is dead-) and still tried to contact jasper but when he didn't respond, it only worries him more but he kept a forced smile on his face because he doesn't wanna worry the kids(even tho they didn't really care but the trio might be suspicious). Gwen would usually tell him jasper's probably dead but David would say otherwise. And He breaks down easily or have panic attacks whenever things aren't going smoothly or he didn't think of 'stay happy' enough so he just breaks down and call himself names like failure or a disappointment(which max obviously agreed on-) and Gwen's just gonna slap him to snap out of it.

-David's second Coping mechanism is he writes irony parts in the song as a way to vent so he can brush the burden off of his chest but it's hard to figure out that he was venting half in the song...but max already did and called out that he has passive aggressiveness and plastic-ness in the song. Which maybe made David need to find another coping mechanism- and he used to have anger issues before when he was a kid

-gwen's bad at comforting since she's always busy or pressured so whenever someone vents to her, it only adds up to her stress and think 'tf should I do-' or maybe just pat their backs and say 'please stop crying' or 'there there' or maybe just leave them alone and tiredly say 'it ain't my problem', except for David who's the opposite, whenever someone would just say therye lonely, He'd give them a whole ass essay about how good life is for 48 hours but Gwen would cut him off if he said too much.

-daniel and Jen are besties when they met, like after when Jen's unknown mission failed, and they met up at the woods(I hc Daniel killed the doctors who figured out he's insane and he escaped the hospital), they be like 'omg...you're a serial killer?...SAMESIESSS EEEHHHH!!' and then they team up easily, which as a thing since if therye the opposite of David and Gwen, they fight alot so Daniel and Jen are besties and get along Very well.

-Harrison probably asked every parent in parents day if he's Normal, because of lack attention from his parents- meanwhile when he got to nerris's parents, they actually just comforted him that it's okay and tell him he didn't mean to make his brother disappear, and magic is fine and Harrison is a normal human being child like the others.

-jasper possessed the wolf in the forest episode, he tried to communicate with David but surely he doesn't know how to talk or live like a wolf so he just tried everything which leading To harming David and he regretted it, but he didn't mean to look menacing because he's still trying to figure out how to control the body and he was probably hungry- but he's glad they got to get along for a few days before David buried the wolf's body and jasper can finally get to wander around in the place where the wolf's body is buried..and when he got to David they night, he tried to call him but then slowly gets sucked back to the spooky island-(which it's the dial M for jasper) but after the trio figured out Jasper and David were friends, jasper hope they'll tell David it's not his fault and therye still friends...but they didn't. But he probably possess the bears as well or the platypus to stay with David.

-david's adopted by one of the counselors(that one With purple ish hair) when he was a kid, maybe because his parents died or in another country, but he has an uncle who looks after him and he's the type of uncle who would do adventures in the forest with David and take a picture of any animal they see and maybe the reason why he was signed up for camp camp Because it was originally for Adventures only until David(?) or Cameron made it for ANY course. But His uncle died due to an accident during exploring in the forest and killed by a Wolf or a bear but he was really old so he can't defend himskef like before, he also taught David how to Save himself from the wolves or any animal.

-i hc Max and Nikki likes rats and they use that to scare Neil and say 'LABRATS' REVENGEEE!!' and they js chase after neil while holding the rats. Also same way to frogs,

-harrison preferred to Hold his pets(I hc he bought his pets with him cuz he's lonely) by laying their backs in his palm after a quick grab on the skin cuz he knew holding animals by the skin is wrong and Animal abuse.

-nurf would chat with his mum through the bars in prison. Or maybe vent and they just have wholesome moments as Mother and son.

-spacekid is 8 and Dolph is 7,-ansley liked Sasha(please don't attack me-)

-Erin has curly hair but she straightens it or braids it, And Tabii helped her with it.

-Preston Nerris and Harrison are a trio but in their own adventures/moments since the show is focused on the other trio(Nikki, Max and Neil),

-neil has a Goldfish and a hamster at home. But his mum took care of it when she has time while neil is in summer.

-ered and nerris are Nonbinary.And max is trans and David's genderfluid

-tabii sings those type of songs like 'when he sees me'(from waitress) or 'helpless'(from Hamilton) whenever she thinks of Neil but maybe not anymore

-the flowerscouts trio are Bisexuals but therye still in the closet about liking the same gender.

-edward secretly borrows Sasha's skincare bottles for his acne/blemishes or told him the type of plants he'll grab for his acne

-jermy's their bait.

-since Gwen's an author, Im sure she had gone through miku phases or the 'obssessed with Astarian from baldur's gate or Cardian from cruel prince', and she writes fanfics of 'Canon x reader' sometimes and she has this Small cute bandage around her Middle finger(David bought her the designed bandage roll) so when she writes, it wouldn't hurt her finger.

-whenever Gwen is sad. David would sometimes play something on his phone and show it to Gwen but he's not really into social media. "David why are you showing me Amongus memes-" "I thought you said you like Fortnite?-" "THAT'S NOT FORTNITE-"

-Ered seeks for attention and validation since at home, she's probably getting treated like a baby by her dads and therye always absent due to work as agents, so all she can do Is taking care of her cousin. So at camp, she can do whatever she wants due to the softness parenting from her dads, but she does anything she likes and atkeast gets praise for it(especially from nikki-)

its not much but I'm still tryna remember moree- :')

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I came across a post you made about Yuu leaving to go to RSA and seeing Adeuce triggering a panic attack and I thought I might share my own take on it.

I have a Yuu that has really bad PTSD, trust issues and depression as a result of the overblots. They want absolutely nothing to do with the Octavinelle trio, the students of Scarabia and Rook and Vil (those three chapters are the ones that I am the most salty about).

Since Azul made them homeless, took away the only family and comfort they had in twst (Ramshackle and its ghosts) and sent the twins to terrorize them when Yuu tried to get their home back, Yuu doesn't trust a single cell in that octopus' body and whenever they see the octovinelle trio they just look the other way and try to escape without saying a word (it literally filled them with disgust when they had no choice but ask them for help with the Scarabia incident but it was that or suffer through getting kidnapped and locked up against their will)

I've read a few fics where Yuu collapses due to heat stroke when they were forced to take part in the sand marches and as someone with anemia that has fainted quite a few times in their life (and let me tell you, the first time I woke up after fainting and my eyes were wide open but all I could see was black for like five minutes - like I could hear and understand perfectly well but my body was limp and weak and I was surrounded by complete darkness even though the room was very well lit and it was a bright morning - I was terrified out of my mind) the idea of that happening in a place where you've been locked up and isolated in a hostile environment and knowing that you can't contact anyone because Jamil has isolated you from your friends would make their trauma even worse.

They can't step foot into Scarabia because every time they do, all they can remember was when they had a panic attack and bruised their hands as they banged on the door and begged and cried for someone to let them out - it's also the reason that they are now scared of the dark.

The worst part of it though - the day they had collapsed and was then locked up again was their birthday, a day that they had planned on spending with their Ramshackle family because they had no other family.

The basic guist of this Yuu is that they are so traumatised that they have zero trust in everyone because they don't know when other people would drop their mask and betray them the same way Jamil did. They know that the only reason the dorm leaders and dorm members are nice/respect them is because they are the ones that saved them from the overblots and they're kind of bitter that it took them nearly dying for them to be treated like a person and not some magicless nobody.

The only people they can stand to be next to are Ace and Deuce because they are the only people that actually stood up for them only because they liked them and not because they had to prove themselves (Deuce stood up for them during the grocery run and then Ace when Riddle insulted Yuu, Yuu's behaviour, Yuu's family and upbringing)

Also, sidenote, I really loved Ace in that scene. Riddle was taunting and insulting him and Ace was relatively calm about it but the second Riddle says a word about Yuu, he starts swinging. Also, notice how everyone blames Ace for throwing a punch for Yuu and how no one even cared that Yuu's feelings were hurt for no reason at all other than Riddle was on a power high - like Trey, buddy, this is what Ace meant when he said you were responsible for everything.

This Yuu is so broken that they can't sleep without having nightmares unless Adeuce are with them (they're like the human version of emotional support animals), that they break down sobbing when they see all of the scars that were caused by the overblots, that they feel phantom pains whenever they move, that they don't even go to adults because they can't be sure that they won't turn on them.

I just want Adeuceyuu and Grim just living in their own little bubble, living their us vs the rest of the school life, and just trying to help Yuu the best they can because NRC doesn't deserve them

YUU AND ADEUCE IN THEIR LITTLE BUBBLE GIVES ME IDEAS.

Maybe some power is awakened in Yuu and theyre kinda like Malleus where they do exactly that. Deuce Grim and Ace all taken away in their safe little haven as the rest of the world is shut out. Maybe Yuu kinda creates their own real./dimension in TWST in order to escape reality

[aitadinnerwex]

Your story doesn't add up, there are too many logical inconsistencies. Just gonna copy+paste a great comment from BORU:

"Starting with the very beginning… So they broke up but lived together and coparented without dating anyone else for YEARS? But she was okay with him dating as long as she got to meet the lady first? Ummmm… Possible, but not realistic. Except then why would he take their daughter clothes shopping without OP while she is just chilling at home? Then turn around before they even get to the store because GF summoned him…? He’s managed to secretly date for 6 months then randomly ditches his crying daughter back off to expose him. Could happen, but again it is odd. He calls to smooth it over and OP is all, “I was hoping we could FINALLY coparent in peace.” Um, finally? Because as of 2 days ago y’all were living together in a separated-while-together bliss. Suddenly the new GF moves in with the in-laws. OP assumes she can just show up like it’s fine without speaking to any of the adults. But she wouldn’t want to put the kid in the middle, oh no! The in-laws back away and she has a “sneaky suspicion” it is because of the new GF. As we used to say, no shit Sherlock. Can we also take a moment to acknowledge that OP has a very unique situation where she doesn’t have any financial concerns with Ex moving out. Also has more free time than FIL to take MIL to medical appointments etc. Naturally new GF also has such free time. “There is no custody agreement.” I am mentioning that even though it never occurred to me to get one until the later comments bring it up. Remember, I don’t think kids should be put in the middle. That’s why my child decides who to stay with at her whim. Panic attack over a jury notice… What? Daughter is a daddy’s girl that mostly chose to stay with her dad. Even after K moved in. (Which seemed to have happened immediately.) But they should make official the status quo that daughter mostly stays with OP and only visits dad. Which is it!?! That’s before we get into the cartoonish caper. Through I appreciated that OP explained to us what a safe is used for and how it works."

Yeeaahh, I saw this ended up on Reddit. Yay for me, truly.

You know what? Screw it, let's be petty and respond to strangers speculating about my life point by point.

"Starting with the very beginning… So they broke up but lived together and coparented without dating anyone else for YEARS?

When did I say we never dated anyone else for years? I went on a few dates and so did my ex, but that wasn't relevant to the post so I didn't see the need to recount his or my dating history. I'm not really interested in getting into another serious relationship at this point in my life and thought it was the same for my ex. To be fair, that was an assumption on my part because when we were living together we mostly just talked about chores and bills and our daughter, we didn't discuss life plans or our love lives anything. It would just occasionally come up that he had been on dates with various women and if it did I would say something like "Cool. How did it go?" to be cordial, and he would usually respond with "Fine". Before K I never saw any signs that he was getting serious about anyone, and I never asked for details.

But she was okay with him dating as long as she got to meet the lady first? Ummmm… Possible, but not realistic.

When did I say I had to meet every girl he dated? I have no idea how many women he dated in between 2020 and 2023. I DID assume if he ever got serious about someone he would tell me about her before making her a fixture in our child's life, though. And yes, that much was on me. I really did just assume we could have a casual roommate relationship where we didn't really talk about personal stuff, but also be coparents who discuss anything that might affect our child at the same time. I agree that's pretty contradictory looking back.

Except then why would he take their daughter clothes shopping without OP while she is just chilling at home? Then turn around before they even get to the store because GF summoned him…? He’s managed to secretly date for 6 months then randomly ditches his crying daughter back off to expose him. Could happen, but again it is odd.

The "why would he take his daughter clothes shopping while OP is at home" bit is odd to me. Why did a father take his daughter to buy things she needed? Do I need to be there for her to get clothes? Is this a "all dads are incompetent parents" thing? Because before all this happened I would have said he was a pretty good dad.

As for that specific incident: My daughter wasn't crying in her dad's car, she was actually mad at him. I was working on my laptop and I heard a car door slam from inside and our dog started barking like someone was there. A second later the front door slammed, which surprised me because I thought they'd be gone for another hour at least, so I went to see what was going on. I saw my daughter stomping to her room looking like she was about to cry from frustration. I asked her what was wrong and that's when she started crying. I agree my original wording made it sound like she was sadly crying her eyes out in the car, when I should have clarified she's an angry crier, as that changes the context.

I can't say with 100% certainty why K called and wanted my ex to come over right away, and why my daughter couldn't be there for that when she had met K before. But considering she was living with her son at the time and they also took drugs together? I'm assuming her son was out of the apartment and she wanted my ex over to do adult things or drug related things, but I have no way of confirming that.

He calls to smooth it over and OP is all, “I was hoping we could FINALLY coparent in peace.” Um, finally? Because as of 2 days ago y’all were living together in a separated-while-together bliss.

You know how they say "ignorance is bliss"? I THOUGHT we were coparenting peacefully, only to find out my ex had been, for reasons unknown to me, coercing my child into lying to me to cover up his relationship for god knows how long. I did not know how long or for what reason at the time and didn't want to stress out my daughter by pressing for more details when she was already upset over her dad moving out. So yes, those few days I was thinking a lot about how long things must have been going on for, and how a situation I thought was peaceful was anything but just under the surface.

Suddenly the new GF moves in with the in-laws.

I agree it was pretty sudden. It happened about 2 and a half months after my ex moved out, so they had only been dating for 8 months or so. I did not know why at the time and it wasn't my business to ask. I now know she had been kicked out of her son's house for her drug use and had nowhere else to go.

OP assumes she can just show up like it’s fine without speaking to any of the adults.

I did assume that, yes. FIL and MIL have always had an open door policy for family, and at the time I thought I was still being included in family. It was not uncommon for me, or my ex, or my daughter, to come over unannounced. I mentioned that in the post, but only in passing, so maybe I should have expanded upon that more: I showed up without telling FIL and MIL I was coming all the time. They were always happy to receive me, or at least give me a "sorry, not a good time, can you come back tomorrow?"

But she wouldn’t want to put the kid in the middle, oh no!

K and my ex were mad at me for coming over and were being pretty toxic about it. My daughter invited me over. If I told them that, they could have directed that toxic anger towards her. I would rather them be angry at me than her, when just by me ASKING if she had asked if it was ok that I come over, I had made her realize that wasn't a smart move. She felt bad for doing it. The lesson had been learned. I didn't need them blowing up at her like my ex was at me, so yes I didn't throw her under the bus to save my own skin in that situation. Should I not have done that? Maybe, but I honestly can't say I regret doing it.

The in-laws back away and she has a “sneaky suspicion” it is because of the new GF. As we used to say, no shit Sherlock.

I agree, hindsight is 20/20, and I should have known a new variable (K) might have meant the status quo of me coming and going from FIL and MIL's house as I please had changed. I had genuinely not considered she might have a problem being around me, and that's the whole reason I was concerned I might be TA. That is, as we used to say, my b.

Can we also take a moment to acknowledge that OP has a very unique situation where she doesn’t have any financial concerns with Ex moving out. Also has more free time than FIL to take MIL to medical appointments etc. Naturally new GF also has such free time.

This is really presumptuous apropos of nothing. Just because I did not discuss my financial situation in the post (because it was not relevant) doesn't mean my ex moving out didn't put a financial strain on me. It did. I DID have more time to help FIL and MIL out when my ex lived with me, because having 2 incomes and splitting household costs meant I could work less hours. The flexible hours coupled with the fact I've worked remotely for a few years now meant I could be the one to stay with MIL in the hospital. I would sleep in her hospital room and stay with her all day (often times glued to my laptop, but still there physically at least), then go home to shower, change, and make dinner for myself, my daughter, my ex, and FIL. Drive the food over to FIL and visit with him for an hour or 2, then drive back to the hospital and stay the night with MIL.

When she got out of the hospital I switched to only going over 2 or 3 times a week, usually to be the one to accompany her to doctor's appointments or physical therapy or grocery shopping or to clean. But they would also invite me over just to do fun things sometimes, like go karting or fishing or out to dinner.

After my ex moved out I picked up another job, and right now I'm on call at one or the other job 6 days a week. K didn't have a job, but (according to MIL) got disablity checks every month. I didn't ask what kind of disability she had, because it's none of my business and not relevant to anything concerning me.

“There is no custody agreement.” I am mentioning that even though it never occurred to me to get one until the later comments bring it up.

It didn't occur to me to get one not because I wasn't aware custody agreements exist, but because I genuinely didn't think about the fact that my ex might try to take my child from me. Call me naive, I know I was, but it just never occurred to me as a possibility before all this started to happen. He had given me no reason to think he might do something like that. To me "custody agreement" meant piece of paper setting up a schedule for where the child goes and when, and that's what I meant by "there is no custody agreement" in the first instance. I knew they existed, it just didn't occur to me I needed one, and that was my bad. I've said so.

Remember, I don’t think kids should be put in the middle. That’s why my child decides who to stay with at her whim.

This is an odd sentiment to me as well. Yes? I don't think a child should be put in the middle as a "Well don't look at me, look at her! She did it!" when their parents are arguing over something. But they should also get a say in who they would like to live with? Plus my daughter isn't a toddler. If that were the case I would absolutely want to a court order to split time with her as equally as possible, but she's almost a teenager now. She's her own person and should get some say in where she goes and when.

Panic attack over a jury notice… What?

Sometimes people have irrational fears, and my ex was irrationally anxious about going to court for any reason. Yes he's been to jail before, no he didn't have a traumatic event happen in a court room that I'm aware of. He just felt like being there made him extremely anxious and didn't want to go back for any reason. Idk what to tell you beyond I'm not gonna dive further into the father of my child's personal anxieties to justify a post for the internet.

Daughter is a daddy’s girl that mostly chose to stay with her dad. Even after K moved in. (Which seemed to have happened immediately.) But they should make official the status quo that daughter mostly stays with OP and only visits dad. Which is it!?!

She WAS a daddy's girl that loved her dad and was slowly starting to warm up to K, until all this stuff happened, and then she was mad at her dad and K and didn't want to talk to them until they apologized to her. Idk how that is hard to follow.

And while she mostly chose to stay at MIL and FIL's house back then, it was not her primary residence. All official school and medical documents listed her address as MY house. She doesn't have her own room at MIL and FIL's house, she sleeps on the couch, she brings clothes in her backpack, etc. My house was her primary residence where she DID have a bed, her own room, a closet full of clothes, etc. Most days she would get off the bus from school at our house, hang out with me for a while, then grab some clothes and ask me to drop her off at FIL and MIL's house. Or ask her dad to come get her. Sometimes the answer was no, but for the most part neither of us had a problem letting her come and go as she pleased, and she was also content to be like that.

That’s before we get into the cartoonish caper. Through I appreciated that OP explained to us what a safe is used for and how it works."

I agree the original description was cartoonish, as I was reporting what a 12 year old had told me about an incident she did not see and had only heard about. Children lie, children exaggerate, children misremember. I wouldn't have mentioned the money being stolen at all had I not been able to confirm it by seeing my MIL complain about it on Facebook. I said as much myself back in December.

And I felt the need to explain the safe required both a key AND combination because not every safe does? Some only need one or the other.

[space-akari-darling]

Hello!

I would like to request a Cs Based fanfiction, with character death being Carmen, and the fic itself revolves around Carmen and Shadowsan and their platonic father-daughter like relationship, im so deprived of Dadowsan content lolllll, but like a situation due to misunderstanding of association, the Chief of acme is about to shoot Shadowsan (same way she shot Carmen's bio father Dexter Wolfe when he was mistaken to be pulling a gun).........

and like Carmen has like a major panic attack and just doesn't think about other options, and she runs in front of Chief as shes pulling the trigger, and Carmen is just like 'PLEASE NO' in order to save Shadowsan, but its too late and Chief shoots her in her heart or something, and Shadowsan freaks out and cries for one of the very first times ever

if you could include a funeral that would also be great!

Im deprived of angst lol <3

Thank you! Have a fabulous dayyyyyyy!! ❤️

Carmen’s Death

warnings: blood, gun use, death, angsttttt

-Carmen and Shadowsan get into a heated argument about something neither can remember at this point

-Finally Shadowsan just has to leave to be by himself

-Unfortunately for him, he runs into the chief of acme who just so happens to have a gun

-Meanwhile Carmen feels bad about the argument and goes to find Shadowsan to apologize about what she said only to find him about to get shot

-Her heart skips a beat. She can’t lost Shadowsan, not like this -She rushes in between Shadowsan and the Chief and screams “NO!” Just as Chief pulls the trigger

-Carmen’s blood is all over Shadowsan. He gasps and falls over holding up Carmen. He cries “Carmen why did you do that?!”

-Carmen says “I’m sorry I couldn’t lose you…” and she slowly lowers her head

-Shadowsan runs away with Carmen in his arms, actually crying for the first time he can remember in a long time

-This is where we’ll have a time skip. -Carmen’s funeral has come. Not many people showed up but because it was very secretive

-Shadowsan can feel nothing but guilt. He feels like this is all his fault and he should of never done the things he did

-Zach and Ivy are there and even though they’re incredibly upset too they try to comfort Shadowsan and each other

Sorry this took a long time to get out! This was sooo fun to write tho, I might need to look into making even more CS angst fics lol…

anyways thanks for the ask!

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 6

Well give me all you got, don't hold back

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? Panic attack! If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

Yoongi woke up as the car parked in what looked like a basement. It took him a while to remember where he was and why, but as soon as he did, dread filled him. He didn’t want to be here. He just wanted to be alone and wallow in self pity for a while longer. He wasn’t ready for another rich self absorbed asshole to tell him just how bad he really was. That his dreams were useless and insignificant. He knew that already. 

Taehyung soon opened the door and unbuckled his seatbelt. It was weird being treated like a helpless child, especially by the same person that put Yoongi in his slump, but Yoongi just didn’t have any strength in him to fight it at the moment. It was just another thing to add to his list of things to feel embarrassed by. 

Luckily, Taehyung didn’t pick him up and carry him like Yoongi expected. He simply guided  Yoongi out of the car and lead him into an elevator. He didn’t speak a word as they rode to the top floor. What did surprise Yoongi was when Taehyung led him into a bathroom instead of a big daunting office. He silently made Yoongi stand close the the sink as he wiped his eyes for him. It was only then that Yoongi realized he was trying to erase any trace of crying that might still linger on his face. 

“You can’t meet the big boss looking like this. I mean, he would like it. Your eyes shine brighter after you cried, but maybe we can wait before he sees you like that. You want to make a good first impression” Taehyung softly whispered as he wiped at Yoongi’s cheeks. 

Yoongi was confused and slightly taken a back, but he felt a little vulnerable and appreciated the soft words Taehyungs spoke to him, but it also unnerved him how this Taehyung was a complete one eighty now, compared to the one he met outside of his classroom. It’s was almost like that interaction never happened. Was Yoongi going insane? 

“Why- why are you…” Yoongi whispered as Taehyung started smoothing out his clothes. He felt a little off kilter with the whole situation he found himself in. Taehyung simply hummed as he continued in his task to make Yoongi look presentable, well as presentable as someone who woke up with the sole purpose of just going to class could look. 

“Why do you care what the boss thinks of me?” Yoongi asked softly. Taehyung hands paused for a few seconds before they went back to messing with his hair. It looked like he was contemplating his answer carefully. 

“What do you mean? I want you to make a good first impression, even if you might fail. You never know. This could lead to big changes for you” Taehyung said as he softly caressed Yoongi’s face. 

“Well, I just assumed you wouldn’t because of what you said before we got into the car” Yoongi said.

“And what exactly did I say that would make you think that?” Taehyung said calmly. As if he was simply talking to a child that couldn’t see reason.

“You literally called me a self-proclaimed producers. You told me I was a nobody. Unworthy of anything.” Yoongi said, his voice held a slight bit of frustration to it as he tried to get away from the other. 

“I never said you were unworthy. I simply stated some facts that might change in the near future. Maybe you are just bitter because you have been struggling for a long time to find success. I’m in your corner here. I want you to be successful.” Taehyung said softly as he cupped Yoongi’s face. 

It felt like Yoongi had a terrible case of whiplash. He was so confused over what was happening that he failed to see the glint in Taehyungs eyes. His mind was working a mile a minute to try and figure out what really happened. Did Taehyung really not say those things? Was Yoongi going crazy? 

Maybe he was just stressed with the demo and his stupid aura class. They just learned about purples but what the professor said and how Taehyung has acted were complete opposites. Taehyung was mean, even if he was now softly guiding Yoongi out of the bathroom. Perhaps this was Yoongi’s walk to his execution. It sure felt like it. 

The office he was lead into was exactly like the ones you would read about in those mafia stories. Mahogany wood, dark aesthetic with unnecessary big windows, completed with a leather couch and low lighting. Heck, Yoongi was slightly disappointed that there wasn’t a damn fire place to finish the whole old-money-mafia-leader vibes off. 

Seokjin was seated in one of the leather coughs, sipping a glass that most probably had wiskey in it. (If the stories were correct) His face lit up when his eyes caught Yoongi’s but it soon changed to concern once he took in his state. Yoongi wasn’t sure what he saw, perhaps his raggy clothes, but he didn’t like that look. It resembled pity way to closely. 

Before Seokjin could voice his concerns, another voice drew Yoongi’s attention. This man was literally a mafia boss. No one would be able to convince Yoongi otherwise. He was just… Woah. Power oozed out of him as his aura glowed around him, a slight darker blue-purple mix. His eyes appeared to have a slight white glow to them as he pinned Yoongi with a look.

“What did you do to him Taehyung? Why was he crying and why does he look like you dragged him out of his bed? How many times do I have to tell you that is impolite to do? You can’t just kidnap people without asking them first” A deep silky voice said. Yup, definitely a mafia boss man. 

“I did not kidnap him! Well sort of not. He was in class, thank you very much. I merely helped him into the car!” Taehyung sassed back as he crossed his arms in an attempt at defiance. 

“You went to class in THAT? What the hell Yoongi?” Seokjin all but screached from his spot on the couch. The man looked personally offended at the mere thought of leaving his house dressed in anything but a suit. Boy would he have a heart attack if he knew what Yoongi wore over the weekends. He still haven’t done his washing from two weeks ago. In his own defence, the clothes were fine. He never left his house in them. Well, except for this morning. 

“I only have one class. I don’t dress up for a 7 am class. No one does” Yoongi weakly said. Seokjin once again looked like he wanted to say more before the mafia boss guy spoke up again.

“Anyway. Thank you for coming on such short notice. We haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, but Jin over here told me a great deal about you Yoongi. He is very adamant that I hire you as a producer in my company. I am sure you know that my company is one of the best. Now, usually I wouldn’t be interested in a no-name producer such as yourself, but because he asked and Hobi has backed him up, I am willing to listen to your work. You somehow even managed to get Jungkook to like you. That kid is as stubborn as his aura color suggests” Mafia boss man began. 

Yoongi was slightly taken aback. Firstly, he could see why Taehyung was as forward with his words. His boss certainly didn’t hold back on the insults. Secondly, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jungkook insisted on this man hiring Yoongi? Did he really impress them that much? 

“Do you have anything noteworthy for me to listen to? Or are you as unprepared as half of the world population?” The still-nameless, mafia boss said. 

“I-I do actually have something. It’s not the demo I wanted to show you, but it’s one of my own songs that I made” Yoongi said as he swung his hab around to retrieve one of his USB sticks. 

“You made a song? Like a new song? That’s a first for a no-name. Anyway, let’s give it a listen. Does it have a name atleast?” boss man said. He was clearly not here to make friends as he impatiently extended his hand to Yoongi for the stick. 

“Namjoon, there is absolutely no need for you to be that professional. Yoongi will spoon be part of our little family. My goodness you haven’t even told him your name!” Seokjin said. His voice held a scolding tone, even if he had a slight smile on his face. 

“I’ll introduce myself if his work is good. Otherwise why would I bother” Namjoon (aparrently) answered as he plugged the stick into his computer. 

“A-Amygdala, that’s the one I had in mind” Yoongi said as he had to physically keep himself from bolting. 

The room was silent as the music began. Yoongi closed his eyes as he listened to his own voice singing. His songs have never been heard by anyone else. He usually send in sound track demos to the companies he applied to. His own songs were personal and meant a lot more than what anyone else would be able to realize. 

Once the song was done, Yoongi refused to lift his head or open his eyes as the silence stretched on for what felt like decades. Yoongi knew this all was just a fantasy he had made up. Any moment now they would be laughing at him. He was sure that they would make sure all the other company owners know within the week not to hire someone as pathetic as Yoongi. Nothing good ever happens to him. 

The soft touch of a finger under his chin, made Yoongi gasp. He opened his eyes as his face was lifted up slowly. He came face to face with the mafia boss man Namjoon. The man had a strange look in his eyes as his eyes swept over Yoongi’s face. Before Yoongi could stop it, a single tear escaped his eye. Namjoon’s eyes followed it as it made its way down Yoongi’s face. This seemed to soften his eyes even more. 

“Have we made it to hard for you, sweet clover?” Namjoon whispered as he whipped Yoongi’s tears. 

“What?” Yoongi asked as his eyes met Namjoon’s in some type of stare contest. 

“I asked if what you said in your song is true. Do you still feel like that?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi couldn’t answer him as he stared back at Namjoon. This was not what Namjoon had asked at first. Yoongi knew as much, yet he only stared at the other. 

“That was a very beautiful song Yoongi. I didn’t know you could sing and rap. Why haven’t you pursued a career in that?” Seokjin asked as he too came closer to Yoongi and Namjoon. Seokjin’s eyes briefly lifted to something behind Yoongi as he nodded and shifted his attention back to Yoongi. Before Yoongi could turn his head around to see what Seokjin has seen, Namjoon swept down and pecked him on his cheek. 

‘You’ll do perfectly. Just what we need. Now, let’s introduce ourselves properly. Hello, I’m Namjoon. I am the CEO of this company. I run a tight ship and all music go through me before anything sees the outside world. I do not tolerate any slacking, but I don’t think that would be a problem with you. I am pleased to hire you. If you are still interested, that is. You would be getting your own studio, which you can decorate and change as you wish. The company will paay for it. You also don’t need to take those lousy classes anymore. We can tell you anything there is to know. What do you say?” Namjoon said, still holding onto Yoongi’s face softly. 

“I- wha- wait, you want to hire me? Not as an intern,but as a producer?” Yoongi stuttered once he got over his initial shock from the peck Namjoon left on his cheek. His brain was a little slow to catch up, but once it did it almost stopped entirely. He was not going to be an intern… he was going to be a full fletched producer. One with his own studio! Whatever this was he couldn’t say no to it. 

“Yes, you would of course have a brief shadowing period. You would need to trail hebind Hobi or even me for a while, just until you are more comfortable getting around. After that I can introduce you to everyone properly. I believe you have met most of the important people?” Namjoon said, tilting his head slightly. 

“He hasn’t met Jimin yet” Seokjin said softly. Somehow he has made his way behind Yoongi while Namjoon was talking. He was standing way to close to Yoongi. It was weirdly comfortingly uncomfortable. If that made sense. 

“I- Yes, I would love to work for you! I don’t mind a observation or shadowing period, at all! Also, My classes are almost done. I believe I only have two left before the aura class is done. Were almost through the colors. Just two left” Yoongi quickly said before he lost his nerves. 

“Perfect. I will get a contract drafted. Perhaps your classes will be done by then and you can focus on being with us. There are some… how do I say this? Requirements? Would you be willing to move to a different place?” Namjoon asked. This was strange. Why would he have to move? Not that Yoongi minded moving. ANything would be better than his current shoebox. Heck, he would even move in with one of these guys. Maybe Hoseok or Jungkook are looking for a roommate? Yeah, maybe moving wouldn’t be that bad. 

“Um, sure. Why? If I may ask. Not that I mind, my current apartment isn’t ideal, but it is kind of strange” Yoongi asked. 

“Oh, we have found that it just helps with production and team building. Anyway, welcome to the team Yoongi!” Seokjin said, squeezing Yoongi’s shoulders. 

“Thank you! It was a pleasure meeting you Namjoon, and seeing you again Seokjin. My professor told me seeing a blue aura is rare and today I saw two. Maybe my luck is turning!” Yoongi said with a slight giggle. Namjoon simply smiled at him. His eyes held a million secrets as he stared at Yoongi for a few minutes before he spoke again. His words made Yoongi slightly freeze in place as they sunk in. 

“Silly little clover. I’m an Indigo”

Chapter 7