#i stand for the mother ✋

[itgirlgyu]

RIIZE WHEN THEY SEE A CHILD CRY!

ㅤ무엇ㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ🏀 ◌ ㅤㅤOT7 RIIZE. WARNING:NONE! ॱ˖ ✶ ˖ ࣪ ๋𓂂

SHOTARO...

stop, drop and do the act ✋✨

he would be so into the act okay like straight up cosplaying the parent doing their everyday routine of peek-a-boos like each second his sperm count is depleting and this is only chance of experiencing fatherhood.

he would be like, here hold my shit to the parent and start doing some crazy ass stretches and give the child the peek a boo of its entire 26 months of lifespan.

EUNSEOK...

bro isn't even there, might as well be a fragment of someone's imagination at this point.

baby: cries loudly.

eunseok: sips on his almost empty juice box even louder.

not even a muscle of his jaw flinches.

parents may or may not have gotten scared of him and scurry off.

a win is a win either way

SUNGCHAN...

probably the reason why the child is crying in the first place.

he notices the overheating meatsack dry heaving and he's like,,, hmm should i comfort the baby?

sungchan: takes one step closer to the child.

child: cries harder.

sungchan is like, surely not.

but it surely was.

just to try out the theory, he takes a step back.

child: the intensity of the crying has reduced significantly.

sungchan, now annoyed and shocked: takes another step closer.

child: cries louder.

takes the hit and goes home and writes it in his diary to process the rejection maturely.

WONBIN...

suddenly he doesn't feel so safe.

starts overheating, shaking, buzzing, sweating due to the peer pressure.

constantly fidgeting and avoiding eye contact with the child and the parents in case they expect him to step up like a perfect priince charming with a minor in playing with the kids and stopping their crying by flashing his beautiful face, and even more striking smile..

he just has the face not the skill.

flees the scene using his athletic ability and never looks back.

SEUNGHAN...

steps up like a prince charming with a minor in comforting children.

immediately handles the kid like a pro and the baby is giggling and kicking it's feet

the mother is like, sir calm down you're making me very insecure.

everyone stops what they are doing and looks at the handsome boy playing with a kid and they give him a standing ovation for ninety seconds.

goes viral on social media.

SOHEE...

mocks the crying child

until he realises his mother is there and has seen him mocking her precious offspring.

runs away.

ANTON...

he is used to the demonic screeching, but not immuned though unfortunately.

his eyes are twitching, and he's like, hahaha should I help the kid calm down I have candy in my bag.

but he doesn't want to interact with anyone.

by the time he decides to be the bigger person and open his back pack give the candy to the baby, it has stopped crying.

a win is a win either way part two.

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[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 8 OF BURROW'S END!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Burrow's End"

Episode 8

Timestamp: 15:11

Video Length: 4min. & 52sec.

I can't fully explain how powerful this scene is to me. One thing I love about Dimension20 is the fact that they're never afraid to roleplay the hard situations and the hard talks. It's-

I love how Tula has this hard conversation with her mom and she isn't afraid to tell her mom that she has an obsession with power and control. Ava really seems like she's at a loss for words, and it's understandable, because she's being called out on it....and it's hard. It's because Ava feels so much guilt and shame for losing Ken. The same feeling that Tula probably feels for losing Geoffrey. Ava chooses to feel guilty and tries to forget what happened... while for Tula, her losing Geoffrey is a constant reminder to her that you have to always be careful because so many bad things can happen? It's like- ugh. I don't even know if what I said is right..but that's... that's how I feel and it's so strong.

I wish I could have a talk with my IRL mom like this. In a way that she can just understand and apologize. Which, Ava didn't apologize right away, she did it later on. But I don't even think my IRL mom has apologized to me for so much. She just guilt trips me and says that she failed to raise me...or whatever. And I'm like...if I could have a talk with my mom like Tula did with Ava, and my mom actually just sat there and tried to actually understand what I was saying, I really feel like my own relationship with my mother would grow. 🥲 It's crazy how they have these types of talks in a show like this!! It's SO REAL and they're just playing a game of D&D! It's insane!!

And like- Viola standing up for Tula! Ugh! It was SO NICE! I LOVE Viola and Tula's relationship SO MUCH! How Viola sees Tula as a role model for her own self! I'm- It's so amazing! Tula and Viola are definitely my faves this season! I just can't with them! Rashawn did such a GREAT JOB with this season and I want to see her in more seasons! She gets so involved and attached and I can't even explain how much I enjoyed her in this season!! 😭✋

Also, Lila trying to comfort Ava near the end because Lila felt a little bad for her. Ava was getting cornered, but...the reason Ava gives for thinking and feeling that way...it kind of makes sense? Even though it's not the best thing to say or even think about and put onto yourself mentally. About like, when something bad happens, just finding someone to put blame on or saying that you haven't done enough or telling your own kids that when they lose someone. That's so tough. It's not right. But I can see why someone would feel that way. It's like- always wishing you could've done more. Because if you did more, then things like that "won't happen". But the truth of the matter is that sometimes things are just out of our control...and we have to have an understanding of that. Sometimes there really just isn't anything that could've been done. :/ As sad as that is...that is basically what Thorn was describing to Ava. Sometimes, life just HAPPENS! And you can't do anything but stand and watch.

I love how this season is scary but is also able to explore these super interesting family themes! I love it so much! It's so relatable in multiple ways and it's insane because these are stoats! It shouldn't be this relatable but it really is! I love watching shows that involve strong family dynamics! (One of the many reasons why I also love "The Umbrella Academy"!)

Family is strong! And it's so cool to see a family grow mentally, emotionally, and physically! My relationship with my family isn't the best. But it's cool to see the people inside of a family trying to talk things out and improve their relationships with each other so that they can finally bond and become stronger! 🥺 The messages here are so strong and powerful and I don't even know how else to say it or explain it in words! 🥺🥺🥺 This has been such a strong, and heartfelt season! 😭✋❤️

[fooltofancy]

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[jaeyunluvr]

MOOT GAME!

If your mutuals were kpop idols based on their personality, who would it be and why?

OKAY GOOOOO

@minhosimthings jay from enha- you're mother. just as jay is father, you're mother. and you're expensive. and you are insane. i don't want to explain further.

@hoonvrs sunghoon from enha- i've said this already but i literally think you're just sunghoon. you're sunghoon lurking on enhablr using translation apps and writing with the help of jake. hi hoon😊

@amazzwon jungwon from enha- BECAUSE SHE'S LITERALLY SO ADORABLE YALL DONT GET IT😭✋ like come here you lil kitty get into my pocket

@enha-stars sunwoo from the boyz- first of all i think i'm sunwoo from the boyz because i'm as unhinged, random as him and i really have an i dont give a fuck attitude AND hana is literally the same?!!?! and also the collective drying over heeseung sessions💀 like we're so 🤞 she's my twin yall

@leaderwon joshua from seventeen- LITERALLY SOMEONE WHO INTERACTS WITH ME THE MOST (apart from mona) and the board paper rants make me feel like we're siblings 😭😭 quite literally no relation but i think you're joshua because i just KNOW YOU'RE PRETTY AS HELL

@yawnwonies hoshi from seventeen- talent, talent, talent. maple latte keeps me alive ngl and istg i wanna comment under everything you write because that's what is A R T.

@defnotfertilizedtoesw jungwoo from nct- CLEO MY BABY you're such a sunshine and such a cutie patootie fluff ball, your asks make my day and sending kisses and hugs your way for keeping my 'insanity because of my assignments' in check <33

@666booklover xiaojun from nct- yOU'RE A MEME and you also saved me from part time depression last night with all the heeseung fluff fics so just as xiaojun is a crazy man he's so </3 (i actually love you so much)

@karinasbaby mingyu from seventeen- again i think you actually look beautiful irl AND i've seen you stand up against hana's haters with a very long and valid note AND your reaction to my niki fluff post MADE MY DAY it was os genuine :( sobbing rn

@ak4e7a taeyong from nct- we haven't interacted a lot but the enha hyung like for eldest daughters actually made me cry and the reason i associated you w TY is cuz that man is comfort personified and also slay at the same time, just like you💅

tysm anon for this skjdksdj <3

[kyanako5972]

Hi my love  👋

How are you ☺️

I'm Lena from Gaza under the war ,, Iam mother of 3 children..

I lost my home & dreams and my career job 💔.. in this war my husband injured and lost his car 🥺

In this difficult day I hope to get to my children clean water & food and get a clothes,, iam lost everything I owned 😔

Please in this difficult days in war my phone is stolen on charging station from the one who is theif I hope to stand with me please,,🕊How can you help me please just for my children

Can you donate andshare this link please 👇

https://gofund.me/cafe04f6

Hi, I can share your fundraiser and post.

Yet to be verified, but it's donation protected. And it hasn't gotten much attention.

[biplet]

Come 👋 again? 👎 The bar 🍹 falls silent. 🤐 No 🚫 one 🕐 dares to make ✋ a sound, as you 👉😰 have 🈶 just said 💬 a very 😲 poor choice of words 🆖 at a very 👌 dangerous time. 🕚🕚 I 😀😀😀 remain 😥 slumped over the bar, not looking back 🔙 to you. 👈 One hand limply holding 👫 an almost 💸 empty bottle, 🍼 the other hand 🖐🏻 cradling my head. 💆‍♂️ I 😀😀😀 repeat the question, ❓❔ this time ⏰ louder. Come again?! 😬 You can hear 👂 me slur the words, 🆖 the sentence 😤 sounds like a real struggle 🥵 for 👨 me to get out. I’m 💘💘 clearly 💯 intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls 🧻😉 down 🏽 your face 👹 as you realize 🤨 you 🙇🏻‍♀️ might 📷 have just fucked 😩 up 🏃🏾👴🏾✌🏿 in a very major way. 😸 Everyone else 👤 in the bar 🍫 is pretending 🤗 to not ❌ notice 👀🧐 what is going 🌲 on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes 🤪 are closed and he’s 👨 muttering something to himself. A handful 🤚 of people 👶 hurriedly leave. 🍂🔜 One 🕐 person 💅 looks 👀 back ↪️ at you, a look of sorrow on 👎 their face. They 💁 almost say something, 😅 but 📷 shake 🥤 their head 💆 and cast ✨👾🤖 their eyes down ↘️ to the floor, 💥💻💥 and leave. But 🤙 not you. 💯👉 You stand, 🕴🏻 petrified. A quick 🏃 look at me 😳 reveals I’m 👟 still at the bar. You look 🎱 to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s 😹 not, there’s not. 👏🚫 Your 👉🍚 fate was sealed the moment you 👈 opened your 👉 mouth. Mother fuck.. what did you say?! I slowly rise 💹 from 💥💰 my stool and being to lumber over 🔁 to you. 👈 I 😊😊😊 look 👁️‍🗨️ a mess. My 🚪🧀 hair is unkempt, I haven’t 🙅‍♀️ shaved in 😷 what 😦 looks like 💞👨‍❤️‍👨 months, 🈷️ there 😌 are dark heavy bags 🛄 under 😡 my eyes, my shirt is stained and has 😂 holes in it, and I’m 👀💰 missing 🧦 a shoe. 👞 But 📷 the main thing you 👈 notice 👀🧐 is the gun tucked into my 👨🙋 jeans, 😎 and my massive 🌐 muscle arms ⚔️ that look like 🌸 they 👥👩 were 😫🏻 made 😹😹😹😹 for punching. You know 🎓 that 👀 song 🦞 about 🧚‍♀️ the boots that were ➕ made ��💪💪💪 for 👌🕓 walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots 👞 it’s my 😎 muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. 👊 As I 🙋 drunkenly sway over 🤬 to you, 👉 you 👈🏼 think 🙄👨💭 of your family… 👨‍👦 Will 🍌 they mourn you, or will 👊👻 they 💁 try 💪😥 and forget 🧠 this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever 📞 happened 👉 to their 🎉 family? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 Your 👀 thoughts 🤔 are cut short as I 😀😀 now 💏 stand 🧍‍♂️🙅‍♂️⛔ face to face with you. I grab your 😥🏼 face and pull you 👈 even 💅 closer. 🤡➡️ Playin?! There ❤️😘✨ was nothing playing… no playing 🤹🏻‍♀️ you 🥶 fuck. 👉 No playing… it was real.. the realest thing 👏🙅 I’ve ever know.. 🚫😱 felt… Love. I 👀 loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I 🤙 loved all three 👌🏻 of em… 🔥😂📬 but they…My face 🧑‍🦲 is wet 💧 with tears and I’m 😂👌🏼 blinking constantly in 👉 vain to hold them 🤬 back. They 👥 left me… 😷 left… Almost instantly the sadness leaves my 👏 face and is replaced with pure 😘 anger. Playin? Playin?! My hand ☝ leaves 🏃‍♂️ your ✨ face 😸 and starts to head 💆‍♂️ to what 🤤🤤🤤 you think is the gun. 💀 You 🏿🤗 close 😍 your 🗨️ eyes and see 👀 God looking 👀 at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you 👈 brought this upon yourself 💖🍄✨🌳💞🥺🧚✨ dude.’ 😎😂 He 💁‍♂️ says as he 👥 waves 🌊 his hands at you dismissively. But 🤔 instead 😳 of the gun, 💀 my hands 🖖 grab ✊ yours. 😑 Your eyes jolt open 📭 and the anger 😠 is gone from my 👪👣 face. There 🤚🏼 is only 😦 sadness. Left ✌️ me… 🙄 * I 👓 fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, 😮😳 grow up. You 👉 say before 💰😩 you 🏃 leave 🍂🔜 the bar 🍷 but are hit almost immediately 😤 from a car and are killed upon 💯👦 impact.

[creating-something-stuff]

I'm writing to you with a heart heavy with sorrow And severe embarrassment. 😓

I never thought I would ask for help in this way but these difficult times left us no choice!

The war has destroyed everything we had, leaving us in a worn-out tent, battling Hunger, sickness and cold daily!

My little boy, suffers from severe infections, weakening his frail body. My mother-in-law, weakened by anemia, can no longer stand without help. Watching them suffer, unable to help, breaks my heart.💔😥

We urgently need Antibiotics, painkillers, supplements which cost 80$ per week, Any support would mean life to us.🙏

Watch my story, Short Video: https://bit.ly/3Uz4vn9

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[puffballcat]

Hello my friend,I am Esraa from Gaza, I am very sad. Today, the doctors found that my two-year-old son has serious eye problems due to the lack of proper nutrition and exposure to dust and dirty sand. He needs urgent treatment that costs $500 to save his eyesight. I do not know what to do. I am very confused and heartbroken. I ask you to stand by me and help my son. I will never forget this favor and that you helped save his vision. Can you help us?😭💔

Please donate and reblog 👇👇 https://gofund.me/e6cd83a9

[thisblogwilleatourselves]

our MIND’s a wretched twist-ed / n n n gnarled tree ROOTs all chaotically intertwined ⚙️🔪 trappinG US here, LOCKED UP! 🔒 barricaded w—ith ourselvesselfselfSELF. Tethered & burndened in some *corporeal* vessel, ❄️⛓️ bound 2 stone—TO EARTH!!! and what d’d’we get? A mother who isn’t there—not th-e-r-e [hiccup]—no matter how we scream SCRAPE S C R A T C H at the walls walls walls 🤍💀—SHE ONLY HEARS HER OWN heartbeat. HER O-w-wn pulse HER!! own mind (but the cats still purr & the boyfriend’s grins are familiar 😺🐾).

Can’t escape. nope nope ❌where wOULD we gO? this stupid decrepit MINDscaffold Is A House on stilts stilts stilts!!! ❄️NOthing to stand on anyway so why try the fall’ll just BURY us ⛓️ crush us 🗡️ break break break (BREAK—!! do it DO IT--)!! it’s gone GONE!!! under snow suffocating snow ourself is already drowning and she’s got no ears—NO EYES EITHER only fingertips on cold fur... l-o-v-e-l-y isn’t it? 🤍🩸

Being WATCHED 👁️👁️!!? By what? Ourselves? Other's peering from the black-hole ether—noone “real” comes close enough to touch & even if they did, it’s all STATIC, screen noise noise noise!!! ➿ text messages blip! like dying stars, those cursed void-blips and ghosted signals—we CAN’T leave, there’s *NOWHERE* to leave, our skin's an iron cage cage cage!!! No escape...never escape...✋🔒⛓️

Time means **nothing** TIME rots us from within 🧠❄️⏳ walls of dust sifting through our non-existent bones. 🤍 isolation eats the marrow of our consciousness gnaw gnaw gnaw the gnashing TEETH OF SILENCE! our mother’s boyfriend can’t hear this, oh NO!!! 🦷❄️🤍 To him, to her—her cats & their starry-furred backs—WE’RE (d) i s t a n t echos 🗣️ ➿ echoes locked in the back of a room barred for a THOUSAND YEARS or MORE & more & more &

Just. not. real.

But hey! haha. 😂 There’s this bright, bleeding-wound reality-shock, a CRY! a LAUGH! 🌠 if we rip ourSELF APART!!! it’s our OWN hands anyway *n-no one else’s here NO NO ONE here but Us!* 💀 just her bed and our own mirrored EYES. Our tongue gone NUMB ❄️ limbs frozen against drywall [crack snap crack]—head’s hollowing hollow hollow h-- it’s alright-- it’s “OKAY” isn’t it?

At least—

It’s...consistently...terrible...consistent...

& oh OH how the ground gives way... voicesfadingout

[universalzones]

Blaze only observed closely at the interaction, and this young man was clearly more fearsome and cunning than he was letting on. It was truly a right play. Use charisma and charm to win the people while also having a cunning and strategic mind to win the battles people didn't see. Not to mention all the intel they seemed to have on The Restoration. Surge and Kitsunami are most likely public information, though as for Clutch even she couldn't meet him which meant he was the one trying to avoid being in public eye. And she doubts anyone here would go around telling GUN she was a technical Badnik.

Then the call ended and Lanolin turned to her for advice, something she could understand. "I must say, I wasn't expecting such a fearsome president. He almost reminded me of my mother, and her ability to put pressure on anyone while holding the softest smile she could. I fear he may be above even my skill level despite his age, though I'll try. If the worse comes, we may have to abandon the base." The feline would start to think of a counter argument to try and get him to back off.

A portal would then open near the door as Rowan walked out. "This is seriously why I hate GUN. During the war when I went around blasting Eggman base's to nothing they tried several times to follow me. After the third group I sent back injured they finally backed off," the lemur said walking over to the two. "I've been listening from the Shadow Void, and I have a plan. If you trust me enough to talk to him that is. Though I guess I should let you get your free shot on me first." He was sure Lanolin might still be mad at him.

Blaze was a bit stunned to see the lemur, though it seemed he had been listening and seemed to know Lanolin so she would turn her attention to her. "I'm unfamiliar with him, though he seems to know you. If you wish to trust whatever plan he has then I'll support it. If you wish for him to leave, I shall make quick work of that." The feline could easily dash him out of here. And if he fought back, well, it'd end poorly for him.

"Hey, I'm standing right here ya know. I get the whole shadow portal thing throws people off, though I'm a nice guy. Just a bit odd, which I fully accept." If Rowan remember correctly then the feline was Blaze from another dimension.

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The Mother Wisp's eyes change to as if she was smiling. "✋︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎●︎●︎ ♑︎♓︎❖︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎ ●︎♓︎⧫︎⧫︎●︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎●︎◻︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎📬︎." She would open a small portal, one that would take Maggie to where Lanolin was. "☺︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎⍓︎ ⬧︎♋︎♐︎♏︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎���︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♎︎□︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ❒︎♋︎⬧︎♒︎📬︎." If a single child gets hurt she wouldn't be controlling herself anymore.

The Mother Wisp then turned gaze back to all the soldiers, and maybe that should know as well. She would suddenly lean down, looking down at them. "I will only say this a single time. I am a Mother Wisp, and while all Wisp are not my creation I still see them as my children all the same. If any harm becomes of them I will not restrain my wrath." She then leaned back up.

Were they wrong to be worried about restoration though? They were a freelance organization with good intentions. Yet the road to hell was paved with good intentions. What if someone gained control of Restoration with ill intent? What if they decided to invade rather then just offer aid? The entire organization could do immense harm in the wrong hands, and Lanolin was wise enough to see GUN's side of it.

She didn't linger long as she rushed up the last flight of stairs, and paused just outside the door. reaching for the handle as Blaze's voice sounded in her head. She might never get use to that, but yes a wise tactic. no need for them to know she was injured. She took a breath and pushed her way inside and took her place next to blaze staring up at the monitor.

" Commander...apologies for the delay..."

The commander glanced down at Lanolin but he did not respond to her presence. Though seemed to shift his attention as if someone spoke to him from off screen.

" It is no problem... The president is on the Line i'll transfer you over to him. Remember who you are speaking to... and be respectful. I doubt i need to say that but i'll say it all the same "

He pressed a button and the screen flashed an image of a young Mobian appearing on the monitor. A Deer with white fur, blue eyes and a calm serene appearance about him. He smiled and waved to the two with a friendly demeanor, he seemed so young to be in this position and yet there was little doubt it was him. So this was the new Federation President, the leader of Mobius itself.

" HELLO! i do apologize for the wait! i was in a meeting with congress! i did not expect this precarious situation! I hope you are both well! i know leadership can be quite stressful! ah but i digress! i know you are asking for me to pull GUN back from your location. I fear it is a bit more complicated then that... "

He placed his hands on the desk in front of him, and despite his smile Lanolin had a feeling that smile was nothing but a farse, a mask, a way to make them feel at ease. but she did not interrupt, she let the man speak and see what the problem actually was.

" I wish i could say this was a pleasant meeting! because i deeply respect all the work that restoration does! But recent information has called into question your organizations integrity. Harboring the terrorists Surge and Kitsunami, Working with known criminal Clutch, and hiding a highly dangerous and advanced Badnik and... well the list goes on..."

He never let that softness leave his eyes as he looked at Blaze and Lanolin with more concern.

" I have always believed that General Rose was a good woman doing good work! but, i fear that isn't enough... and Restoration has grown to big to ignore. So i am formally asking you to stand down, and disarm... i am sure much of this is just a misunderstanding. But until our investigation is complete I am shutting down all operations... and asking all active Restoration members to disarm... and comply with GUN operatives. It is my hope that you will cooperate! and we can resolve this within a few weeks to a month and restoration can begin its operations again! "

It was probably her worst nightmare, a scenario that played out in her head over and over again. But this was the exact scenario she had dreaded. The United Federation was moving in to shut them down, and investigate? They hadn't even known Clutch was a criminal until recently and it was there hope to rehabilitate Surge and Kit both! and a badnik? they had to be talking about Belle...

" I see, i'll need time to confer with Leadership... you'll get an answer within the hour... i trust that's acceptable? "

The president nodded his head to confirm it was acceptable. Lanolin pressed a key on the console to turn the signal off and turned to blaze.

" ... I could use your advice right now--- with amy down its my call but, i dont think i can ignore this. I don't think i should... its the leader of Mobius asking us to stand down and disarm... "

=============================================== Maggie knew the great mother was right, wise beyond there years and having seen stars be born and die and born again! Yet it still pained her to think of her friends and allies in danger and she didn't know what to do! She did know that she'd stay with Lanolin till the end! she'd made that promise long ago and intended to keep it.

" ⧫︎♒︎♋︎■︎🙵 ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♑︎❒︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎ ❍︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎✏︎ ♓︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ❒︎♏︎❍︎♏︎❍︎♌︎♏︎❒︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎♎︎⬧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ■︎□︎⬥︎ ♓︎ ♑︎□︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♐︎❒︎♓︎♏︎■︎♎︎⬧︎✏︎ ❍︎♋︎⍓︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎⬧︎ ♌︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎✏︎ ⧫︎♓︎●︎●︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ❍︎♏︎♏︎⧫︎ ♋︎♑︎♋︎♓︎■︎✏︎ "

In a flash she zoomed away to find Lanolin, and the others! if nothing else she could be there for them. She had a feeling this was far from over....

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 5!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 5 "Mall Madness"

Timestamp: 1:57:28

Video Length: 3min. & 53sec.

The Shrimp Jump (pt.1 | ‣pt.2)

Fig jumps with her feet on the seat like it's a skateboard!!! 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Murph: "You kickflip the motorcycle." 😂😂🤣🤣

Brennan: "Midair, Kristen Applebees, with a Dexterity we know she does NOT have-!" 😭✋

Fig has two 4th-level spells and she throws two 4th-level Fireballs under her! 😭

Zac: "Gorgug, as he sees this, thinks 'everything's gonna be okay.'" 😭😭😭

I LOVE THAT GORGUG LINE SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭😭✋✋✋✋

Brennan's reaction! 😂👏

Murph: "I have my hand out on nothing and I think it's Kristen." 💀

Riz: "Kristen, I think this is gonna be a good campaign."

Kristen: "What?!"

Riz: "Shhh-" 😂💀

😂😭

Brennan: "Is the point to land in the tartar sauce or beyond the tartar sauce?"

Emily: "The idea for me is that I light the tartar sauce on fire and land in it."

Lou: "The ramp was done to land in the tartar sauce."

Ally: "We're dipping the shrimp into the tartar sauce." 😂🤣💀

Murph: "It's like doing a dive into the pool." 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "You see- Time stands still! Fireballs are raining from the Hangman as Kristen kickflips it so the Hangman is roaring in midair. Fire roars out of the skull at the top of the Hangman"

Fig: *whispers* "Conor, This one's for you!"

Fabian and Riz looks out and sees that everyone's eyes have become dewy with tears as they look out! 😭✋

Mazey puts her hands on her lips!

Max Durden does that finger snap! 😆😭

Brennan: "All of them begin to almost cry in religious awe as this motorcycle, and it hits tartar, and you just hear a whisper from someone whose face you can't see, because it doesn't matter, because they're just speaking what's on everybody's mind. 'This is gonna be a great year.'"

Fig emerges covered in flaming tartar sauce like Daenerys! 😂😂

Murph's laughter after Emily said that!!! 😂😂🤣🤣✋✋

Brennan: "Mother of Dragons. Mother of Tartar Sauce. You come out as the Mother of Tartar Sauce." 😂😂

There's a hush and then a loud uproaring cheer and clapping!!! 😆😆😆

Ragh tells everyone to get up here and he takes his shirt off! 😂🤣💀✋

Kids start hitting the ramp!

Ragh sails over into another yard! 😭✋

Gorgug: "He's too buttery!" 😂🤣😭✋

Gorgug: "Stop doing the ramp!" 😂

Riz: "You don't have to butter yourself. The ramp itself is buttered!"

Torek is buttering kids left and right! 😭✋

Riz: "Okay, no no no! Un-butter the ramp then! One butter!"

Mazey's fur is soaked in butter!

Mazey at Fabian: "Maximum Legend!"

See you at Basrar's!

See you in the cars!

Zac: "We're gonna need more butter!"

Lou: *sighs* "It's tough to be maximum legend when you just watched a dead zombie god slide out of the Astral Plane." 😭✋

See you in the Tartar!

[forthewomenonly]

my mother nearly beat up a stranger at the grocery store because she came in front of me in the preferential line, MAYBE I take back what I said about Walmart.

-☃️

Need someone like that in my life. Effective immediately I'm looking for someone who will stand up for me in public situations as I am far too socially inept to do so myself. Any takers? Raise your hand if interested ✋

And walmart is a wonderful place.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Crash Course in Romance : Episode 4

‘Revolt of the Arithmetic Sequence’ it had a very adorable drawing next to it

Help what is this thumbnail. is the topper girl jealous of Hae-e because of a boy? I thought it was more academic rivalsy.

lmaoooo thankgod they didn’t kiss

he’s sleeping on the floor in his penthouse. 💀😭 random shooter when I catch you !!!

giggling with red cheeks going ‘this is the most physical affection I’ve had in years’ awww 🥹💗 ‘she’s going to be mortified as she sobers up’ truly 🤣

lmaooo she spat out her water

he’s so 💀 he’s eating this up

Chiyeol stop listening to conversations babe you’ll either hurt your head or heart

my girl Haeng is already drinking again 🤣

damn not just the girl, even the topper’s mom is a hater. like you can’t even stomach a compliment towards Ms Nam?

why are they all being so weird

my girl please get out of here 💀

LMAOOO love my baby’s friend’s down. they celebrate each other’s successes. even if it’s guessing an answer (she’s just like me)

they’re just fighting at the table lol

I mean the queen bee mother started it but she’s not wrong 💀✋ deadass said to her face ‘you contribute nothing ’ 😭

oh god it’s getting weird now

now why my girlie Ms Nam ended up getting injured NOO

oh I hate Sun Jae’s mom down didn’t even apologise to Ms Nam 💀✋

no way my girl was the only one who got hurt in this fight. I’ll fight everyone here

MY GIRL GOT LEVEL 1

awww Haengseon is cutting her fruit

no way she blames Hae-e for this lmaooo LOSERRRR BOOO

it was one question lol and you want to die. ugh that mom’s gonna ruin my girlies lives

this is so fucking fucked like she still won’t fuck with Sunjae or Sunjae’s mom. For that one dumbass question she’s going to fun for Hae-e

Ms Ban’s dinosaur T-shirt just gets more cuter, the more you stare at it. it’s got a patchwork of patterns

god give me 5% of the courage she carries I love her. she made some food and wondered if Chiyeol would want it and just texted him 🤣

slay sister. he even saved your contact!

enough to make him drop his coffee and smile

I’m going to go make me some though

Sunjae’s mom being real even if it’s for the sake of rules lol

Fuck Sua and her mom! Oh no she saw Sunjae and her walking. she’s going to say yes. just terrible. y’all suck so bad. fuck you !!!

Apparently everytime she makes something special he doesn’t get to eat it. Special extravagant lunch? ruined by overhearing colleagues. Special dinner packed by her? accused her of being a spy! now a new special dinner? she’s about to find out her daughter got kicked out 😭

nooooo my girls 😭😭😭

fuck sua and her mom so bad like I want y’all to suffer so much. maybe watching Vincenzo was a bad idea because the constant truck hitting doesn’t sound too bad now (for legal reasons, relax 🙏) I’m just mad 😭

this was actually so slay of chiyeol

it isn’t enough for sua to go after hae-e by cheating now she’s going to hit her with a dodgeball too OH I COULD FIGHT

now the director. she didn’t do shit !!! you were walking without looking. haeee and mama hold my hand

Chiyeol hearing another conversation again 💀

Aww he saved her from being arrested

arguing in the rain

my man losing his entire energy and strength oh no

at least weird jealous friend of chiyeol is a good teacher in a he understands the ice hockey student’s current situation way.

well that was a way to ask her to teach you. go off ice hockey boy. also no prop or moment is wasted in this show. she was drinking milk to drop that milk lol

oh my god how is chiyeol even standing. I hope he doesn’t collapse. 😭🙏

the guy who stole my girl’s seat has the audacity to be nasty to chiyeol lmaoooo

now he’s beefing with the teacher for getting kicked out? be fr 💀

oh god who is this hoodie person

oh isn’t that sun jae’s brother

bro just save my girlies and teacher from whatever this hoodie man is about to do to that’s nasty kid. 😭 also whatever happened to stalker girl

oh this was the beginning of the show !!! I thought it was years ago or something

oh no he just died ?

#mypeople save yourself 🙏

[just-some-random-blogger]

I'm devastated. I feel like my brain was plugged and unplugged and plugged and unpl

[...] you cannot forget water is wet, [...]

So I'm here to tell you there is a debate if water is wet and please just unplug my brain

Just last week, he had dyed your beloved white dog green, [...]

How the fuck?????

He can never decide if he hates you or loves you. [...] His bad mood escalates during the day, and when your father arrives for lunch and dares ruffle your hair, Daemon doesn't hesitate to call you a cocksucker whore.

“NO!” Daemon shrieks, face blotchy from the humiliation of his mouth being washed with soap.

DESERVE 🗣️AND🗣️ID🗣️MAKE🗣️HIM🗣️DO🗣️IT🗣️AGAIN🗣️

“She is the reason mother is dead. I hate her.”

Never in your life had you ever cried so. A nervous fit, the Maester will call it later, after you puke your lunch and stop making heaving noises like you are lacking air. One caused by extreme distress. Daemon will be standing guard at the foot of your bed when you come to be again. They had ended up having to give you three drops of Milk of the Poppy to calm you down.

OH NO IF IT ISNT THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS

There was no point in fixing your relationship, or trying to win you over like he did with the other maidens. You were a given thing. No matter your shared past, you would have to marry him.

I would like to put him on a spit and roast him

“Do I need to protect your honor?” [...] Daemon hates when other people touch what is his.

How daemon of him

“What do you mean?” Your statement has clarified nothing. He feels more confused than before. Perhaps, you have a secret lover who refuses to take your maidenhead? Or are you suffering from unrequited love? But when? With whom? You spend nearly all your time in the library, pouring over dusty books, or on dragonback. Not much time for entertaining suitors.

He's so pathetic but why do I love him so

“Knights would kiss you too if they could. But you are too superior to them. They wouldn’t dare.” Or they would meet Dark Sister. All your first should be his. “It’s excellent that you have not sullied yourself with just any knight who looks at you.”

“But I am getting old.”

💀💀✋ hello?????

Dragons shouldn’t concern themselves with the opinion of the sheep.

Ok tywin lannister

But before he has a chance, you give him a shove and run as fast as you can.

And he stands there, as if struck by lighting, pinned down by the unmeasurable realization that this is love.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DESERVE AND ALSO I HAVE TO SAY THE WAY YOU WROTE THE SECOND PART IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELYE AND DESERVEEEEDDDD HAHAHAHAHHAH DIEEEEE

“… A dragon for half an hour.” It was a woman. Her hair was dark and hanging limp around her face. She swayed as she walked. “My prince, I will let you choke me.”

Ok 1- that's so sad .... But also 2- ..... Why do I wanna say I'd let him do it for free. LOBOTOMY

You had never questioned the role of whores. They were sullied women, but they served a purpose. Entertain the men so they didn’t hurt others. Tend to their baser needs. It didn’t feel so clear-cut as you avoided the woman, in fear she might attempt to service you.

It's almost as if men taint them 🤔 it's almost like it's their cocks that are the fucking problem

It was said that they met only once a day, thanks to the mercy of Gaelithox, who allowed the twins to embrace every sunset. It was the reason Meraxes hated him. He held on to her too strong, and prevented her from embracing the one who she truly loved. He invaded even her reflection, seeking to make himself a part of her, even invading her sacred reflection in the waters of her twin.

❗❗❗❗HELLO? IS THIS ACTUAL ASOIAF LORE COS HOLY SHIT IT LOOKS IT ITS INCREDIBLE WHAT REGARDLESS YOU WROTE IT SO BEAUTIFULLY

GIRL I COPIED THE WRONG PARAGRAPH THE PART WHERE HE GAVE HER HIS CLOAK [HEADSHOT]

“Lēkia.” You press a kiss to his cheek, unsure if you should greet him like you always do, or the betrothal has changed the protocol. Kissing his cheek as you always do seems safer, but you regret it when his eyes flutter closed at your touch.

TOUCH DEPRIVED SHE HAS HIM WRAPPED AROUND HER PINKIEEEEEEE IM GOBBLING THIS UP LIKE CHOCOLATE ECLAIRS

He is acting odder than usual. In an increasingly out-of-character charm offensive, he takes off his cloak and places it on the grass.

Ok but delulu contest but you're up against daemon I love him though hes just a confused rat who grew up in a deeply patriarchal society where aggression is rewarded. OK MAYBE HE WASNT DELULU AND I JUST THOUGHT THIS MEME WOULD BE FUNNYYYY JSNSSK

“Despite my struggles, I have come to admire you.” Daemon noses along the hair right above your ear. “Rationality has left me, and no matter how hard I try, you haunt me at every corner, every hallway, every street of this damned city.”

I love this for him. Cristi (can I call you that) you are an incredible writer this is amazing what if I die

“What am I supposed to say?” You complain, with a frown. You push him a little, to be able to meet his eyes.“I am well aware of your attempts at forgetting. Valyrian whores, Daemon? Really?”

DESERVED BEAT HIS ASS

“Let me take down your hair.” Daemon begs. The ardent tone in his voices surprises you. He sounds like a man possessed. As if he cannot survive if you deny him. “Hāedus...”

DONT U FUCKING TOUCH ME

“I want you to be mine. Put me out of my misery.” Daemon begs, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Marry me, and end my suffering.”

No cuz you got me CHEESING IT DIDNT HELP MY SISTER WAS PLAYING GUITAR AND IT WAS SWEET AND I WAS LIKE OH SNAP ITS DRAMA THE DRAMA IS DRAMAING AND IM ON DAEMONS SIDE FUXK FUCK FUKC

“Together. You wanted knights to ask you to.” Daemon pulls you close, into a hug, and the puzzle pieces finally fit. The day he had kissed you, you had been crying because no one had asked you to dance. That Daemon remembers the reason when you had nearly forgotten it yourself astonishes you. “Now a Prince asks you. Do not make me ask twice, please.”

DAEMON FUCKING TARGARYEN MR. I ONLY GOT KNIGHTED SO I COULD FULFILL MY SISTER'S DESIRE TO BE ASKED TO DANCE BY A KNIGHT WHAT IF THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW

The only thing I hate about this fic is that it ends 😔 And THATS NOT ME TRYING TO PRESSURE YOU INTO WRITING MORE IS JUST I FEEL MY BRAIN BEING PLUGGED AND UNPLUGGED AND PLUGGED AND UNPLUGGED AND PL

Two ships (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Two people who do not understand each other, but keep coming back together. Familiar much? It’s the tale you share with your brother, Daemon.

Warnings: Crybaby! Reader. Medieval punishment for children. Canon character death (Alyssa and Baelor) Sexual thoughts. Prostitution. Mature language. Incest. Fluff.

A/N: In which we explore the complicated dynamics of the sister wife. Requested. We also suscribe to @just-some-random-blogger doctrine about Daemon being a scary unhinged man but soft for the reader.

THE FIRST TIME your brother makes you cry is when you are eight years old. It is, of course, not the first time you tear up because of him. But there is a difference between tearing up because he tugged too hard on your braid, or because he cut your favorite doll’s hair and what he did to you that day.

You shall never forget the reason for your mother’s death, not for the rest of your life. It’s one of those core memories, a truth of the universe. You cannot forget fire burns, you cannot forget water is wet, and you cannot forget your mother is dead because of you. Even if you do not know when you learned those facts, they are still there. Tucked into your mind.

As a child, you used to be quiet. You barely cried, or demanded things of anyone. As the youngest and only girl of the household, you often felt like there was an unbreachable gap between you and your family. And so, you filled your days with your lessons, and behaved well, eager for praise and attention.

Your relationship with your brothers was complicated. Your father was often far away, busy with his important position, so Viserys felt more like a parent than a sibling. The age difference didn’t help things along. While you were still learning how to walk, his betrothal was already negotiated.

Daemon, while much closer in age, is much more distant too. He is mercurial, playing the cruelest tricks on you, but also defending you from other children. Just last week, he had dyed your beloved white dog green, but he had also punched a steward’s son for mocking your braids.

He can never decide if he hates you or loves you. And today, it’s one of the days he hates you. You can’t do anything right, it seems. As you break your fast, with Viserys cutting up your food for you, he calls you a baby. When the Septa comes to get you for your lessons, you are a suck-up. His bad mood escalates during the day, and when your father arrives for lunch and dares ruffle your hair, Daemon doesn't hesitate to call you a cocksucker whore.

For his offense, his mouth is washed with soap. It is not a punishment you have ever endured, because everyone knows ladies don’t get physical punishments, but it looks unpleasant. Whatever cocksucker whore means mustn't be very nice.

By the time his punishment is over, your father is long gone again. He has disappeared into his chambers, and Viserys has been left with the bitter task of reconciling you.

“You will apologize to our sister.” He orders Daemon. “Now.”

“NO!” Daemon shrieks, face blotchy from the humiliation of his mouth being washed with soap. He has not shed a single tear, which you find admirable despite yourself. The taste alone would make you gag, and that is without including the humiliation of a servant holding you while Viserys does the deed.

You feel awkward at the thought. Something doesn’t sit right with the thought of such a thing being a punishment, but you do not dare voice it. You simply sit in the chair Viserys has pulled for you and kick your feet. It soothes you slightly.

“Take it back, Daemon or so help me the Seven…”

“I will not take it back!” Daemon screams, pushing at Viserys. “She is a little whore! She has you all wrapped around her little finger, and now you will send me away…”

“Daemon.” Viserys grabs his wrists, in warning. With several years and a growth spurt on his side, he manages to subdue him easily. You worry that will not be the case for much longer. Daemon looks very different from your peaceful Viserys, shoulders broader, hands a bit bigger. In a few years, he will become a fearsome warrior, and Viserys will still be your bookish older brother.

“Why do I have to go squire for some stupid lord, anyway? We are the blood of the dragon! We do not need those fools.” At this new information, you frown. You clutch your doll more tightly. No one had informed you Daemon had to go squire away from Viserys and you.

“Fostering is important. It helps us form bonds with other houses.” Viserys explains, with the patience of someone who has had this argument already. You tug on your doll, feeling sadder by the minute. Everyone knew but you?

“Why don’t we send her away?” Daemon points at you, and a sudden wave of fear hits you. Viserys can’t agree with him. You cannot leave. Your panic almost makes you miss his next words. “She is the reason mother is dead. I hate her.”

And the world stops for a second. The argument goes on, Viserys screaming at Daemon, but you are still stuck there. Your ears begin to ring, so you press your hands tightly to them and shake your head.

By the Seven, Daemon is right, you realize with growing horror. Your father and Septa always told you your mother had died the way you were born, from the difficult birth. Tears begin to fall down your face, but you barely notice them. It feels like you are choking.

In your childish mind, the death of your mother in childbirth, and your birth had never been connected. You never thought it had been your fault. But Daemon was right. She was dead because she had birthed you. It was your birth that killed her.

Her death was your fault. You killed her.

No. No. It can’t be right.

“That is not true.” You turn to Viserys, uncaring they have long since moved on with the argument. He has always protected you and reassured you. Even takes care to get rid of the monsters beneath your bed every night. He will fix it. “Brother, he is lying again!”

Viserys makes a strange face. A cross between a grimace and a frown. He doesn’t refute it, nor tries to comfort you.

“It’s the truth.” Daemon smiles, with the smugness of someone who has delivered a killing blow. He advances, his eleven-year-old body seeming larger than life to you, and pokes a finger in your sternum. “You killed her.”

It feels like a rug has been pulled from under your feet. You stumble back. It’s all your fault. Your mother is dead, and your father is never home, haunted by the memory of his wife, because of you. Daemon and Viserys lost their mother, because of you.

You killed her. You killed her. You killed her. The world looks the same around you, despite the revelation, and you wonder if it is so because everyone knew but you. Is it why Daemon doesn’t love you? Why father is never around?

A sob makes its way out of your throat, and then another. And another. Soon, you are bawling like a dying animal, and feel like it too. You cry so much, your little heart feels like it will jump out of your chest and you will die. You cannot breathe, choking in your own snot and tears, and panic makes you nauseous.

Never in your life had you ever cried so. A nervous fit, the Maester will call it later, after you puke your lunch and stop making heaving noises like you are lacking air. One caused by extreme distress. Daemon will be standing guard at the foot of your bed when you come to be again. They had ended up having to give you three drops of Milk of the Poppy to calm you down.

It doesn’t happen again, and you barely remember it when you grow up. But Daemon never forgets it.

CRYING IS A weakness that cannot be tolerated. The three of you had been born dragons, but sometimes Daemon doubted Viserys and you had as much fire in your veins as he did.

Said doubt intensifies when he finds you crying in the gardens. Daemon has never been fond of crying women. He is not an empathetic man, and has a tendency to think he is surrounded by fools. Such a character trait doesn’t lend itself to soothing crying maidens. At least, not sincerely.

If he wants to bed the chit, Daemon can pretend like the best mummer. It’s not hard at all to fool highborn maidens into thinking he shares something special with them, convincing them that the pain won’t last, that it will start to feel good soon. When it comes to you, though, the problems start.

You are not a common whore, like most women at court. As a daughter of House Targaryen, you are closer to a goddess than a woman. Fooling a goddess is no easy task, much less when the goddess knows you so well.

His usual tricks do not work. When Daemon tries to apply faux pity, and forced pleasantries, you see right through him. It’s not because you are particularly cunning, but rather the fact that you have a long memory.

Long enough to remember all the pranks and fun he had had at your expense when the two of you were children. With how much Daemon tortured you, it’s no wonder you prefer Viserys.

Daemon never meant to be as nasty to you as he had been. He coveted the attention Viserys paid you, as the youngest in the family. He disliked how everyone fawned over you, how his mother had died, and his father had left, and all they had gotten in exchange was you.

Another part of Daemon simply enjoyed mischief. Causing chaos for chaos’s sake. Like any young boy, he had fun playing tricks on others. The disdain he felt for you had made you into the ideal target.

When the years began to pass, Daemon had noticed you were flourishing into a beautiful maiden. Targaryen custom dictated you were meant to be his, since you were too young to be Viserys’. There was no point in fixing your relationship, or trying to win you over like he did with the other maidens. You were a given thing. No matter your shared past, you would have to marry him.

It’s only the fact that you are embarrassing the family name that prompts him to approach you in the gardens. He has no intention of comforting you. It’s not like he cares that you are crying. Really. How ridiculous.

“What happened to you?” Daemon asks, sitting next to you. “Princess shouldn’t cry.”

It is quite recent, of course. Viserys' ascension to the throne has not actually yet occurred, but the succession issue has been settled in their favor. Daemon had gathered a small force of loyal men that hadn’t been necessary in the end, but Viserys said his first act as King would be rewarding him from his loyalty.

He knows what he will ask for already. Marriage. His grandmother had tried to marry him to a Vale woman, but the idea had ended up being discarded because Viserys’ own match ensured the allegiance of that kingdom. Daemon wanted to have his Valyrian bride before anyone, especially the Hightower cunt, got any ideas.

“Nothing.” You wipe your tears away, angrily. You scoot your cute little rear towards the edge of the tree you are sitting under. As far as you can go without losing the spot of shade.

Daemon sighs. He is used to you being difficult, but it would soon change. You would be informed of your duty and behave in a manner befitting your position in life soon enough.

“Do I need to protect your honor?” The very thought unsettles him. Three years his younger, you are still barely a maiden in his eyes. A pure, unspoiled being. The idea of someone else corrupting your innocence, something that is meant to be his, is infuriating. Daemon hates when other people touch what is his.

If anyone will corrupt you, it’s him.

You laugh, bitterly.

“If only!”

“What do you mean?” Your statement has clarified nothing. He feels more confused than before. Perhaps, you have a secret lover who refuses to take your maidenhead? Or are you suffering from unrequited love? But when? With whom? You spend nearly all your time in the library, pouring over dusty books, or on dragonback. Not much time for entertaining suitors.

You stay quiet. There is a strange expression on your face, a mix of embarrassment and sadness.

“Hāedus.” Daemon prompts, gently tugging on your braid.

“Some ladies Aemma brought were talking about knights, and kissing…” You get a fit of hiccups and nearly choke, so Daemon is forced to wipe the snot from your nose so you don’t suffocate to death. Let it not be said he is a bad brother. “They laughed at me!”

“They laughed at you?” How dare them. Only Daemon was allowed the honor of your tears. You were too important.

“No one asked to dance with me at the feast! And no knight has ever kissed me.” You pout, about to go into hysterics again. “Ever.”

“Doña hāedus…” Daemon wipes your tears, fighting his smile. He has an inkling you wouldn’t think it funny. “You shouldn’t listen to them. You are a Princess, the blood of the dragon. They are just sheep.”

You pout more. Daemon hurries to comfort you. Oddly, he dislikes seeing tears on your face. It must be because you are in public. As a Princess and his future wife, your actions reflect on House Targaryen.

“Ugly sheep. In fact, the actual sheep in the Vale are prettier.”

“But knights have kissed them! And they get asked to dance, and to walk in the gardens, and…”

Daemon raises his hand.

“Knights would kiss you too if they could. But you are too superior to them. They wouldn’t dare.” Or they would meet Dark Sister. All your first should be his. “It’s excellent that you have not sullied yourself with just any knight who looks at you.”

“But I am getting old.”

You are about to cry again. Your female vanity must be hurt, thinking yourself unwanted. Daemon will never understand caring about what others think of him. Dragons shouldn’t concern themselves with the opinion of the sheep.

But there is something about you, the soft little Princess who crumbles up completely when someone is mean to her, that tugs at his heartstrings.

It is why he leans in and captures your mouth with his. You taste like innocence and salt, melting on his tongue. It’s not Daemon’s first kiss, but it feels like it. There is a tug deep inside of him, a strange yearning on his chest, that has not been present when he has kissed other women. Not even maidens.

Cloyingly sweet, dripping on his tongue like the most enticing potion. His. Never has he experienced this before. Daemon wants to drown on it, drown in you. But before he has a chance, you give him a shove and run as fast as you can.

And he stands there, as if struck by lighting, pinned down by the unmeasurable realization that this is love. Love, in its purest form, for his soon-to-be sister wife. It leaves him dazed, confused, rooted to the spot. Utterly out of control.

“DID YOU HEAR?” The serving girl whispers loudly, her voice carrying through the corridor. Night has fallen already, and you pour over a heavy tome on constellations while sitting in one of the windowsills of the Red Keep. It is the best time to put your new knowledge into practice, but the constant chattering of the maids interrupts you.

You close your book, hesitating between scolding them and sending them away, or waiting for them to leave on their own. Scolding them feels unkind. It’s late enough for them to no longer be on duty, and there is no harm in what they are doing. This corridor is a heavily transited one.

Perhaps you should move to your rooms. But you do not have a balcony, and the view from your windowsill it’s quite limited. As you ponder on it, something they say catches your attention.

“And they say the Prince asked for a blonde girl. A maiden.” The Prince. Daemon! You have not seen hide nor hair of your older brother since he stole your first kiss. In fact, you have been avoiding him.

As children, he had played plenty of nasty tricks on you. Once, in a fit of temper, he had beheaded all your dolls and hanged their little heads from a window. But adulthood had mellowed him out. Or so you thought.

The worst thing wasn’t that Daemon stole your first kiss. It was that you enjoyed it.

“No!” The other girl sounds scandalized.

“Yes. And that is not all. He took her roughly, and was kicked out before even…”

Took a whore roughly? You knew he whored around, but hurting whores was a new low. You weren’t too approving of his behavior, but whoring was normal for young lords. Everyone knew they did it, even the most pious ones. Hurting them, though? It was no better than being a rapist.

The other girl lets out a gasp, but she sounds more delighted by the gossip than anything else.

“Imagine how rough it had to be for them to kick him out.”

“I would say plenty. Poor girl.”

“He is out again, is he not?”

“Every night, like clockwork. Something has roused his appetite, it seems. He used to whore, but not…”

Their scandalized voices drift down the corridor, and you think the rumor must be wrong. Daemon wouldn’t hurt anyone. Sure, he whored around, and took plenty of maidenheads, but your brother wasn’t cruel.

Was he?

He had stolen your first kiss. Beyond the softness and the sweetness of the kiss, Daemon had ruined a moment that was meant to be special. Now, it was forever tainted with the memory of being made a mockery of. Not only by those girls, but him too.

There was a difference between stealing a kiss and hurting whores, though. Much more, when it came to hurting them seriously enough to be kicked out of the pleasure house.

Was it your fault? Had he discovered with you he enjoyed taking from women by force? Was he taking out his anger with you on them? The maid had said the girl was blonde. Perhaps Valyrian blonde.

You needed to know. You ran to your rooms and got your black cloak, set on finding him.

Finding Daemon was no easy task. You made it to the city on foot, but once there, you had trouble locating the pleasure houses. There was no sign outwardly pointing to them, but you managed to get to Flea Bottom without getting mugged. Or at least, this looked like what you thought Flea Bottom looked like.

The streets were dirtier, the crowd rougher and drunker. There were people sleeping on the floor, no Sept in sight. This was a place far away from the Gods. The few Goldcloaks patrolling seemed uninterested in actually preventing crime.

You made sure to walk with purpose, afraid of being stopped if you looked like you were out of place. The streets were badly lit, and you could barely tell apart one alley from another.

A sudden tune caught your attention. A woman was singing in a tongue you didn’t recognize. You decided to follow her voice, but before you could do so, someone blocked your path.

“… A dragon for half an hour.” It was a woman. Her hair was dark and hanging limp around her face. She swayed as she walked. “My prince, I will let you choke me.”

You made a face, realizing a strand of your silver hair was peeking on the edge of your hood. She thought you were Daemon, you realized. Both your brother and you kept your hair long, and in the darkness of the alley, with your hood up, you may have looked alike. Was she a whore?

“I’ll let you. A dragon, please, I need to feed my children.”

Children. She had babes. You imagined them, tucked in their beds, wondering where their mother had gone. What if something happened to her? If the children had a present father, he would provide for them, and she wouldn’t be here. It was how the world worked. She must be alone with the babes.

You reached inside your cloak, and pulled out a gold dragon. There was an odd sort of pity building inside you. You imagined yourself, offering up your body to strangers to feed your children, and your heart shattered into little pieces.

You had never questioned the role of whores. They were sullied women, but they served a purpose. Entertain the men so they didn’t hurt others. Tend to their baser needs. It didn’t feel so clear-cut as you avoided the woman, in fear she might attempt to service you.

The voice sounded louder, so you ducked into the next alleyway. It was then you saw them.

The woman singing was sitting at the entrance of a small house. She was scantily clad, as were the surrounding women. But there was only one of them who caught your attention.

She was tall and willowy, with long limbs. There was a haunting elegance to her that looked out of place in the Street of Silk. Her blonde hair was long, and in the right light, could be mistaken for silver. It cascaded down her shoulders. Her face was eerily similar to your own. She was tragically beautiful, stricken by some unseen grief.

Sitting down and clapping along to the song, she looked as if she was praying. There was a dark stain on her neck, cleverly hidden by her hair. The closer you looked, the more it seemed like a bite mark. Not just any bite. A vicious one.

You gasped, hands coming to your mouth to muffle the sound. Whores had never been of concern to you, but now you were seeing their reality, and it was heartbreaking. The thought of women in brothels, in cages, as pleasure slaves, made you want to weep.

Women like you. That she wore your face was even more jarring.

WHEN CARAXES HAD been born, he had not done so alone. Out of the ether, his sister had come, hands linked with his. Meraxes, goddess of the sky, an eternity doomed to hold to her sibling. Caraxes only reflected his twin’s colors, gazing up at her as the flowers did the sun.

It was said that they met only once a day, thanks to the mercy of Gaelithox, who allowed the twins to embrace every sunset. It was the reason Meraxes hated him. He held on to her too strong, and prevented her from embracing the one who she truly loved. He invaded even her reflection, seeking to make himself a part of her, even invading her sacred reflection in the waters of her twin.

The story was always one of your favorites. You begged Viserys every night to tell it to you, sickening Daemon with your romantic tales. He isn’t sure why he is reminded of it today, of all days.

Foreboding, he will think later, when the storm has passed. But now, he chooses to focus on the coronation taking place in front of him, and bask in their triumph.

“Kings reward loyalty.” Viserys says, after the crown is placed on his head by a proud Aemma. “And my first act will be rewarding those that stood by my side.”

Daemon and you are kneeling, the first among the crowd. The first to take a knee to their King. There is a strange feeling in his throat, and he fights the urge to cry. Daemon has always considered tears a weakness, but the moment is so perfect, so magical, he feels the urge to do so.

Men don’t cry. Instead, they take big breaths, and savor their victory. Viserys on the Iron Throne, and Daemon about to be given your hand. All they have ever wanted, now ripe for the taking.

“Brother, please rise.” Viserys' voice is clear and loud. Daemon does so, pleased by the honor of being the first to rise in front of the masses. They had talked about it, of putting up a show for their political enemies, but Daemon had never expected Viserys to grant him honors before any other of his advisors. “Your diplomatic and martial skills were essential to securing my claim. As a reward, I give to you our sister’s hand, and name you my heir. May the two of you have a fruitful union and make House Targaryen proud.”

And when he turns to you, with a smile on his face, he realizes why he remembered the story of Caraxes and Meraxes.

Your beautiful, purple eyes, are wet with tears. You remain on bent knee, frozen.

Daemon pulls you up with the utmost tenderness, one reserved for family alone. The hand on your elbow seems to shake you out of your stupor.

“Thank you, my King.” Your voice trembles, but you speak the words dutifully. You know as well as him that this is Viserys’ day. Everything has to go perfectly. There can’t be any hint of division between the three of you, not when the rallying cry for Viserys had been that he was bringing back the three heads of the dragon.

Three siblings. Three dragonriders. Aegon, Visenya, Rhaenys.

“It is a great honor.” Daemon adds, tightening his grip on your arm. You look ready to bolt, and he is tasked with reminding you that you can’t.

A silent tear travels down your cheek. With your back to the crowd, no one but Viserys and Daemon can see it. Viserys gives him a long look, pleading him to do something. Neither of them had been expecting your reaction.

They had thought you would settle well into your duty. That marriage would give you a stable tether, a shield for your fragile soul. Viserys had chosen Daemon for the honor, had given you to him to care and protect.

But you seem even more scared that you were before. How wrong had they been.

“We are very excited.” Daemon hugs you to him, fighting to keep his composure. Your rejection stings, and he wants to rage, but he can’t. Because you are in public, and House Targaryen doesn’t air their dirty laundry in front of witnesses, but more importantly because your dam is breaking. You let out a little sob, and Daemon has to embrace you fully to prevent you from falling apart.

Fools that they are, the rest of the courtiers mistake it for a sound of joy. What else could you want? To marry the King’s heir, a Valyrian husband who can give you pure Valyrian babes.

“Good.” Viserys smiles, a bit strained. You take a shuddery breath, and straighten up under his arm. Daemon can practically feel the change, from scared girl, to experienced courtier. You know as well as he does the importance of presenting a united front.

You smile. It’s as fake as the silks whores wear, when pretending to be a Targaryen Princess. To the inexperienced masses, it tears all the same.

“How joyful days come ahead. Long live the King!”

You open your arms, the picture of the hopeful bride. The smile threatens to crack your face in two. The crowd cheers. A royal wedding is always something to admire, and there is no better way of celebrating a coronation than with one.

The hour is late when Daemon finally manages to catch Viserys alone. You have gone straight to your rooms after the feast, sulking. Aemma has been sat outside your door for hours by now, trying to coax you out like one would do to a skittish cat. Her talks of duty and royal wombs only got her a pillow to the face for her efforts.

Daemon and Viserys, much more used to your moods, hadn’t bothered. You were angry, but not hysterical. Both often manifested in tears in your case. Only one could prove lethal.

“I do not understand.” Viserys frowns. “What more can she want? The two of you will get Dragonstone, for a few years at least, and when I have an heir, you will not be kicked out. You are family.”

“I do not understand it either.” Underneath the simmering rage Daemon feels, there is only confusion. He is a knight, and has proven his skills sufficiently enough to be awarded Dark Sister. He is of an equal standing to you, a Prince to a Princess. He loves you so deeply it scares him.

The Seven know he has tried to get you out of his head through every means possible. He has deflowered more maidens that he can count this week alone, his cock is chafed raw, and yet, no matter how beautiful they are, your face still haunts him. It’s your name on his lips when he comes, and your body he pictures under him. The whores are never right. Their hair is the wrong shade, they are too thin or too fat, their tears taste of iron instead of your sweet salt.

You should not think it is a bad thing. Women love that sort of thing, leading men by their cocks, getting them so cuntstruck they cannot see straight. You should love it too because it is a weakness to him, but a power you can wield. And yet, you hate it. You had run.

“I cannot go back on my word now.” Viserys reaches for his cup of wine. He knows that his reign is still fragile, and if his lords see his sister defying him, they might get ideas. “She has to marry someone, and with her delicate constitution, I cannot in good conscience…”

“Handing her to a stranger is a bad idea.” Daemon agrees, not out of some selfish motivation, but because he knows it’s the truth. You have always been far more delicate than most ladies, with your books and silly ideas about the role women should play. Had you not been so closely tied to Viserys, you may have even supported Rhaenys.

If Viserys was Aegon, you were Rhaenys. The sensitive little sister, loved because of her innocence and kindness. You never tried to push your strange ideas, after all. You just looked like a kicked puppy when contradicted.

Any other man would crush you at the first hint of defiance. Daemon, used to you as he was, knew rage was futile. If you wouldn’t settle in your duties easily, he had to take action and ensure you did through other means.

Gentler means. Daemon still remembered the fits you used to have when little. Viserys did too. Neither wanted a repetition.

“I have thought about it, and you should forgo the bedding.”

“I agree. It might make her sick.” Sick is the euphemism they use for your fits when there are prying ears. Daemon gives a pointed glance at the guards. Viserys drops the topic after that.

Almost against his will, when the embers of the fire they sit in front of die, Daemon goes to your rooms. He isn’t really thinking, when he walks down the hallways that lead to your chambers instead of his. Nor is he thinking when he dismisses your guards, and opens your door.

You are laying on your side, a pillow held to your thighs. Your hands are made into fists over them, as if you had fallen asleep in your rage still. Despite it, your face is peaceful, with only dried tear tracks to disturb your childish expression.

Your body is curled into itself, tightly. You must be cold, Daemon thinks, and takes of his cloak to lay it over your form.

In dreams, you smile. And Daemon understands that he is no Gaelithox. There was a reason Caraxes and Meraxes were only allowed to embrace once a day, after all.

HORROR AND RAGE are not emotions that lend itself to permanence. At least, not in you. Not when it comes to him.

Not when he plays such strange game, and gets you strange prizes. Daemon has not asked for his cloak back. You have taken to sleeping wrapped up underneath it.

How can a man capable of such cruelty be capable of such tenderness? Confusion means ignorance, and ignorance breeds fear. You have known Daemon all your life, but you are still unable to understand him.

The only certainty you have is that when he is near, your rationality flies out of the window. It’s all instinctual. To fight, to fuck, to fucking fight.

The sleep of reason produces monsters. Monsters that take hold of your heart and squeeze it, until it is no more than liquid and pulp. Did he hurt that woman? Will he hurt you? Love you?

Daemon had stolen your first kiss. Daemon had gotten kicked out of a brothel. There was a girl in the Street of Silk with a bite mark on her neck. He had visited you the night of your betrothal and tucked you in.

It might mean nothing. It might mean everything. Whichever it is, you have no time to come to terms with it. Viserys wishes for the two of you to be married by the end of this moon. It makes you feel even more blindsided and betrayed.

None of them had thought to ask you before deciding. They had just done so.

The idea of marrying your brother wasn’t what came as a great shock. As a child, you had often daydreamed of honoring your ancestors and becoming your brother’s wife. It was the way things should be. But you had always thought you would marry Viserys.

When Viserys married Aemma, you thought you would marry someone outside your household. Daemon and you were clearly ill-suited, even before everything that had happened between the two of you.

Betrothing the two of you would be madness. You had never understood each other in the manner Viserys and him did. You were an outsider to their relationship, the other head of the dragon. Rhaenys to her conquerors.

But inexplicably, Viserys had done so. Being betrothed to him without even being asked about it stung. No one had thought to warn you, or ask for your opinion. They had simply announced it to court and hoped you would comply.

The feeling of betrayal had only mellowed out after asking Viserys his reasoning. He hadn’t been trying to blindside you, he had explained. He had thought you would be happy. Both Daemon and you yearned for Valyrian partners. It made sense to betroth the two of you, especially because Daemon had asked to marry soon.

Your brothers were just dumb. But their foolishness was a dangerous one, since they rode the two biggest dragons of your generation and sat on the Iron Throne. Common fools could undo the damage they caused.

But in your case, there was no way out but through. Viserys had begged you to give Daemon a chance, and so, you found yourself preparing for meeting him.

Viserys had chosen the place the two of you would meet. The Godswood was neutral territory, and far away from the castle that if you started shouting insults at each other, only the Kingsguard shadowing you would hear.

It only made you dread the encounter further. You had taken a liking to the Godswood, and were contemplating using it as a hideaway for when things at court got to be too much. If this went wrong, it would forever taint the place for you.

You decide to arrive early, to allow yourself some time to compose yourself. Daemon beats you to it, already waiting near a tree when you get there.

“Hāedus,” Daemon says, when he sees you. In a show of rebellion, you have decided to wear your more modest gown, with a neckline that nearly reaches your ears. Aemma had encouraged you to wear something more revealing, but you wanted to strangle the cow. “You look lovely.”

“Lēkia.” You press a kiss to his cheek, unsure if you should greet him like you always do, or the betrothal has changed the protocol. Kissing his cheek as you always do seems safer, but you regret it when his eyes flutter closed at your touch.

He is acting odder than usual. In an increasingly out-of-character charm offensive, he takes off his cloak and places it on the grass.

“So you may sit.” His tone is too formal. It makes you even more wary, but you sit. Daemon does the same, by your side. So close, you end up frowning more.

He leans in. His lips brush the shell of your ear.

“Despite my struggles, I have come to admire you.” Daemon noses along the hair right above your ear. “Rationality has left me, and no matter how hard I try, you haunt me at every corner, every hallway, every street of this damned city.”

“What am I supposed to say?” You complain, with a frown. You push him a little, to be able to meet his eyes.“I am well aware of your attempts at forgetting. Valyrian whores, Daemon? Really?”

“It was all in vain.” He pulls you back in, embracing you. His hands are warm around your stomach, his lips chafed against the skin of your neck. “Let me take down your hair.”

Your eyebrows raise. Out of all things he can ask for, this is the weirdest one. His petition is so simple and innocent, you almost think he is not Daemon.

“Let me take down your hair.” Daemon begs. The ardent tone in his voices surprises you. He sounds like a man possessed. As if he cannot survive if you deny him. “Hāedus...”

This devotion, this unexpected fit of love, surprises you. So much, you find yourself nodding.

You feel his chest contract with his sudden inhale. His hands are careful as they unmake your braid. His touch so tender, even the most delicate hairdresser would envy it. But when your hair falls down your back, in mussed tendrils, he shows himself to be Daemon.

His nose presses to your temple, breathing you in. His fingers run through your hair, and he presses feverish kisses to your scalp, your jaw, your ear. Licks the sweat behind it, samples your earlobe with his teeth.

Teeth. It makes you tense. You think of the girl in Flea Bottom, of the bite over her throat.

“I can’t stop thinking of you. You appear before me in the darkest corners, and in the brightest meadows.” Daemon inhales, hands grasping your waist tightly. “When I squired, away from home, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I didn’t know it was love then, but I have loved you since before I knew what the word meant. I fucked the tightest cunts of Westeros, sampled the prettiest maidens, and yet it is your face that I imagine when tugging at my cock.”

Something inside you snaps. Among the righteous indignation, a strange satisfaction takes place. You shove him off you.

“Don’t be crass!”

Daemon doesn’t attempt to embrace you again, but remains unbearably close. Your eyes drift to his lips. You would love him even if he were the one who mauled the whore. You would love him even if he did it to you. Because of it, perhaps.

“I want you to be mine. Put me out of my misery.” Daemon begs, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Marry me, and end my suffering.”

“You frighten me.” You whisper, without quite meaning to.

“Do you fear I will hurt you?” Daemon asks you, voice very gentle.

You avert your eyes. It’s not that what you fear. It’s how out of control you are when it comes to him.

“I would never.” He vows, leaning in. His lips brush against yours, before Daemon presses his forehead to yours. He looks into your eyes, and smiles. “Do you remember the last time we kissed?”

“Of course I do, you idiot.” You scowl at the memory. “You stole…”

“No. You were crying because no knight…” He gets up, and begins to tug you to your feet. You remain sitting. “Oh, get up, you stubborn thing.”

“Daemon!” You complain, but get up. He stands a few feet away from you. Curious about the point he intends to make, you cross your arms over your chest and glare.

He offers you his hand, as if to dance. You take it, eyes full of distrust.

“I have been a cunt. But you have to stop running.” Daemon circles you, pulling on your hand slightly. Is he…? Your confusion must show on your face because he gives you a mocking glance. “To dance from afar is not to dance.”

“What do you mean?”

“You might as well be in Essos.” Daemon keeps circling you. “Let us dance properly, for once.”

“Here? Dance?” There is no music. And your brother has never been one for bursting into spontaneous song and dance. At least, you don’t think so.

“Together. You wanted knights to ask you to.” Daemon pulls you close, into a hug, and the puzzle pieces finally fit. The day he had kissed you, you had been crying because no one had asked you to dance. That Daemon remembers the reason when you had nearly forgotten it yourself astonishes you. “Now a Prince asks you. Do not make me ask twice, please.”

“Let us try. To dance as if glued by fire. Let me prove I can be good to you. That I listen to you. ”

And it’s stupid. It’s silly, there is not even music. But you let him pull you in, this time, and realize Daemon has always been capable of tenderness. At least, when it comes to you.

[animeyanderelover]

Maybe some Hero Au Shigaraki hcs? :3

It's fun to reverse roles from villains and heroes. By the way, there is a whole backstory I made up for him. It's tragic so prepare yourself.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, overprotective behavior, paranoia, clinginess, abduction, mentions of past abuse because of his father, the committee being as corrupted as ever

Hero Shigaraki AU

✋Even against the vehement wishes and fear installed by his father, Tenko doesn't give up on his dream to become a hero. Maybe that is because Nao and Hana finally started standing up against Kotaro and defended the boy. When his quirk Decay awakes for the first time and he accidentally disintegrates whatever he is holding, Tenko panics and goes as far as isolating himself. He's terrified that he might accidentally kill his family and the increased amount of stress only worsens his allergy since he starts scratching himself a lot more to the point where he starts bleeding a bit. His father might even be disgusted when he realizes what his son's quirk can do, is against letting other family members near Tenko out of fear that he could kill them.

✋​Meals are delievered in front of his door though he barely touches it and sometimes he accidentally destroys the plates or the fork when he grabs it with all five of his fingers. When he discovers that he seems to be able to touch everything as long as he doesn't use five fingers, he puts it to use though he's still against letting other family members see him. Hana cries whenever she stands in front of his door and doesn't let her in, his grandparents bring him snacks and drinks and remind him that he has to eat to grow into a healthy young man and Nao begs him to let her see him. Kotaro seems to be the only one who doesn't come, mainly because he just stares silently at the door whenever he comes. His feelings are conflicted and Nao gets in huge arguments with him because he doesn't give his child any support.

✋​Eventually Nao decides to ask the committee for help, against her better judgement because she doesn't know who else could help her son. She's desperate by now, wants to help her beloved son. When they hear the problem, they seem to become interested in Tenko, ask her to bring him over so they can have a medical checkup on him. Initially Tenko refuses to leave and go to see them, he thinks of himself by now as some sort of monster and is far too fragile to face the possible disgust of others. Poor boy already believes that his father hates him. It takes Nao, Hana and his grandparents to convince him to go. He looks miserable with his pale and frightened features, his hair unbrushed and marks of his fingernails on his skin.

✋​Hides behind his mother when she brings him over and he'd like to cling to her but knows that this wouldn't end good. Tenko keeps his head low the entire time, only speaks up when those people ask him a question. Those adults are sickenly sweet to him as they do their examination on him and he's terrified when they demand him to show them his quirk in action. His hands are shaking and tears are in his eyes yet he's pushed to active it. He spends hours in there as they force him through numerous tests to determine his quirk as good as possible. By the end of the day someone from the committee approaches Nao and Tenko, asks in a expecting tone if they would come soon again. Nao, realizing how terrified her son is, hesitates greatly until they say that they could find a solution to his problem which would allow him to touch people normally. Something that awakes hope inside of Tenko which might have been their goal all along.

✋​Tenko starts spending most of his time in facilities where doctors do their tests on him and spectaculate how they can nullify his quirk. Nao seemingly turns overprotective, coddles her son and makes a fuss as soon as he looks like he's sad. Hana tries to cheer him up by getting her hand on candy he likes or drawing pictures for him, his grandparents tell him stories and only from Kotaro he still receives silence. This all doesn't sit well with him, the people in higher positions all of a sudden so interested in his son and he has a nagging suspicion what their end goal might be.

✋​Eventually the day arrives where he finally gets rewarded with gloves that nullify his quirk and the first time he is able to grab something completely without it turning to dust he breaks out in tears and thanks the people in the facility endlessly, together with his mother who smothers him in a hug. Grows insanely clingy once he knows that he can touch his mother again, already glued to her hip. Both want to go home before suddenly a woman dressed in a suit asks for one last meeting to talk everything over, her eyes staring at Tenko with a keen interest.

✋​Kotaro acknowledges the fact that his son can finally live a semi-normal life, is even glad about it but freezes when his wife tells him about the last meeting. They shouldn't have any business anymore and he's extremely pissed, tells her in a strict tone to not go yet Nao refuses. She has a bad feeling herself but would feel bad after all those people have done for her son and she isn't about to express her anger against Kotaro. He's done nothing for his son, he has no right to talk like he knows what's best for his son. Hana forced her brother into a long session of playing games and spending time together since it's been months and Tenko gladly tags along.

✋​The bad feeling of his parents come true when the man in the office, someone who works in a high position in the committe, asks if Tenko would be interested in becoming a hero. Sure, his quirk is nullified as long as he wears gloves but they believe if he would learn to properly control his powers he might not even need them anymore and could save a lot of people. He's interested in becoming a hero as well, isn't he? Truth is, the people in the government are unwilling to leave the boy alone. His quirk is powerful and they would feel safer if they could keep an eye on him since it's devastating to imagine what would happen if he would stray from his path. Nao bristles against the thought initially but Tenko is silent as he thinks it through. It's been his dream to become a hero and he would wish to control his quirk fully at one point.

✋​With enough gaslighting and manipulation he agrees himself since he wants to control his ability to not give anyone more troubles. His father is beyond mad when he hears about it from Nao, cusses the government and grabs Tenko harshly, telling him to instantly reject. The boy is terrified but His mother stands up for him, snaps when he sees how Kotaro treats his son and the threat of a divorce and taking the children under her custody leaves her lips which shocks the man. It's not even an empty threat, she's serious and the government would surely support her since they want Tenko.

✋​I imagine him to be a lot like Izuku during his process of becoming a hero. He's more on the shy and insecure side, easily to amaze whenever and initally naive and innocent before turning more mature. The government treats him personally, deeming a school for heroes as unfitting. They probably reach out for a hero with a similar quirk so they can teach the boy how to properly use his quirk. They're extremely harsh and control his life afterwards. He rarely gets to see his family even if his mum and sister call him as often as possible and push him beyond human limits. He often begs to be allowed to go to a school like the U.A but his wishes are usually turned down as they explain coldly to him why their training is fit for him becoming a hero. The protests of his family fall on deaf ears.

✋​He's introduced as a hero as soon as he's reached a certain age and has managed to control his quirk enough to finally be able to touch things with his bare hands. Works directly for the government who keeps him on a tight leash and by now he has a second name of sorts, Tomura Shigaraki. Tenko is sort of desperate to prove himself to the public since he still struggles to accept his quirk. He's undergone harsh training so he's without a doubt successful in taking down villains but the public has mixed opinions about him exactly because his power is terrifying. He pushes through though because he's resigned himself to this life and is by now aware that the government won't let him leave, not without doing something at least. His sole pillar is his family minus his father. Ever since he started his training as a hero, both rarely talk with each other.

✋​It's astonishingly easy for him to become infatuated with his darling since they're witty, kind and don't mind him and his quirk. They're even a huge fan of his as they confess but treat him like a normal human being. Shigaraki isn't the best when it comes to conversing with others since he's more shy and his social skills aren't the best yet you don't get discouraged but aren't pushy either. He stares at you and even after you're long gone he doesn't move his eyes away. He's never had an interaction like this before and longs for something more the following days, especially with you. It's sort of embarrassing for him to realize that he already feels so strongly about you after one meeting but something just immediately sparked inside of him.

✋​The second time he meets you, he wants to greet you but his words get stuck in his throat and instead he hides and watches you going about your daily life. His heart pounds in his chest and his hands are clampy because he's so nervous. His mind scolds him to just go ever and greet you but his body won't move. He's so nervous! It isn't until you suddenly turn around, the feeling of someone staring at you bugging you. You shortly catch his gaze before he quickly hides, heartbeat increasing and his face heating up out of shock and embarrassment. You just saw him staring at you like some sort of creep! When you suddenly appear behind him, his soul nearly leaves his body and he tries to come up with an excuse to why he was just staring at you but ends up stammering instead incoherent apologies. You just laugh it off and invite him to walk a bit with you since it isn't everyday you meet a hero like him, end up dragging him along when he's unable to answer. Really though, Tenko is happy.

✋​You're so precious and he feels immensely protective, finds himself often wandering around the district you live in. The hero lingers near you a lot since he feels almost some sort of seperation anxiety when he doesn't see you. It's no secret that he gets attached fast and falls hard yet is too shy and nervous to confess. You get the sign that he wants to spend time with you when you meet him randomly and gladly invite him over to your house before someone spots him. It's adorable in your opinion how soft-spoken and bashful someone like him who fights villains really is. It's good to know that heroes are just people as well. It takes him a huge chunk of courage before he asks for your number, his face burning red when he does so. Always the first one to inform you when a villain attack has been reported and begs you to stay away. Often texts you how you are and if something happened and if you two want to meet. Your reply that you'd gladly hang out with him never fails to make his heart beat faster.

✋​Nao and Hana notice that he radiates of more happiness than usually, his gaze distant and dreamingly and both women know exactly what happened. Hana teases him and asks who the lucky person is whilst Nao is exuberant with joy, tells her son that he should bring you over as soon as possible so she can meet you and willing to bring you two together. Her boy opens up about his struggles to confess since his nerves give up on him whenever he's around you and both her and his sister are willing to help him and give him advice. When he finally asks you out on a date and confesses to you, he's a nervous and bashful mess. He's stuttering, you fear steam will come out of his ears and his gaze barely manages to hold yours as his heart feels like it'll give up on him by looking into your gorgeous eyes. The silence that follows makes him anxious and he already thinks that you don't like him before you start smiling and admit that you've liked him for a while now as well. He could die out of happiness then and there.

✋​Protective and possessive, especially since he works under the committee. The hero fears that they might interfere with the relationship and is unwilling to lose someone as precious as you to someone else as well. Introduces you soon to his family and his mother hugs you tightly as if both of you have known each other for years already, you're already part of her family. Hana isn't any different, teasing her brother and taking delight in the way his ears turn red out of embarressment before going back to chatting casually with you. His father seems cold and distant and it takes not a genius to realize that him and his son aren't on good terms, your boyfriend even tries to avoid leaving you alone with him.

✋​Tenko tells you everything about his childhood eventually, everything the public doesn't know about him and is clinging to you by the end of his story as he relives his trauma once again. Once you two are in a relationship, he grows even more clingy and very physically affectionate. Constantly wants to be spooned by you, cuddled by you and reassured by you. The man is insecure about himself, feels like there are lot of other people out there who are better than him and is easy to feel jealous when he sees you being sweet to someone else that isn't a friend or family member. Paranoid that he isn't good enough and that you will leave him so it's easiest to soothe over his fears by staying with him and showing your love to him.

✋​Chances are that he turns erratic enough to lock you up in his apartment so he can spend some time with you to calm down. Whether that is because he is overprotective or fears that you'll leave him is up to question but it might happen not too seldom. Tenko is delusional since he believes that he can't find someone like you ever again for which you've become his other half. He can't live a normal life without you anymore. He feels partly guilty, ends up spoiling you as an excuse to make up for his behavior. Honestly, I see his mother being sort of delusional as well after all she went through with her son. Nao wants her son happy, doesn't even see his feelings as wrong which is why he talks with her about his worries and problems.

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Wanna catch these hands, son? | Jujutsu Kaisen Headcannon

First Year Tokyo Prefecture + Gojo | Crack | GN! Reader

Warning: foul languages and really really crack hc.

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Summary: First Year Tokyo Bitches and Gojo reaction with their s/o sibling quarrels.

Itadori Yuji

bro was just tryna keep everyone calm.

He ended up being the middleman😩

Your brother (who's the same age as you) really likes Yuji, treats him like his other half. He'd sell you just to hangout with him.

It's almost like he's the one dating Yuji. Smh.

You don't really fight that often. It's just today, two schedules (which is Yuji's fault) collided. 

"I told you me and Yuji are goin' on a date, ya whore"

"And me and Big bro are gonna go play arcade together!"

"how about we just talk this out? Y'know plan this through?"

"NO!"

k. Damn😔✋

Of course, Our precious boy would side with his s/o but he didn't want to make your brother feel bad.

so there he is: Yuji is there standing between you two, his arms about to snap off from y'all's pulling. You guys are literally tugging him HARD

Sukuna didn't even interfere, he got scared at the burning curse energy y'all siblings got. Jesus.

Suddenly, your brother let's go of Yuji's arm, pressing his palms together as he goes to a familiar stance.Yuji felt his hair stand, goosebumps. He can feel the sudden increase of curse from your brother followed by you.

he clicks his tongue, "so that's how it is huh", "Domain expansion"

"don't get cocky lil' shit", "Domain expansion"

bro called Gojo in a span of a light speed.He may or may not shitted himself.

conclusion: he didn't die.  Gojo is right on time to stop the two siblings.

note to self: buy a planner.

Kugisaki Nobara

when I say she's on your side. THE QUEEN IS ON YOUR SIDE. 

she doesn't care if you are a relative or not, if you talk smack about her s/o you'll get worse than what you throw.

your older half-sister is a bitch by nature. She doesn't even approve of y'all's relationship. So that's that.

you don't care. So every weekend you bring Nobara to your clan's estate cuz y'all's parents like her.

one particular day, she decided to throw some shade and Nobara was not having it. 

You and Nobara were at the garden having a ✨tea party ✨ and scrolling through online shops for y'all's next coordinated outfits.

"I heard it's unlucky to bring unwanted leeches to the estate. Especially, those who don't know their place"

before you could even meow at your sister. Nobara was roaring her profanities.

Our queen sips her tea loudly before putting it down. She abruptly stands up causing you and your siblings to flinch.

"hold my wig"

bro she got no wig☠️

"youbitchassrocksnellingcoochstankfishnutslookingkendolllbitchyoucantevendresswellthenyougohereandsayimaleechhoeyoubetterbepraying-"

your sister got a headache so she left but Nobara was still going at it following her while your half sibling covered her ears.

you hurriedly follow behind them and record everything.

the whole estate heard what Nobara said. Bitch ate a megaphone for voice smacking shit.

you look at your girlfriend with a proud smile as your phone memory cries at the 3:06 hours and still recording.

get you a s/o who defends you like Kugisaki Nobara 💕💕

Fushiguro Megumi

The only normal dude who resolved the issue between you and your sibling.

You went to pick up your little sister at school. She's in kindergarten.

Megumi decided to tag along cuz he may deny it but he REALLY wants to get to know your family.

when I say your cute sister points at Megumi with sparkles in her eyes, it's the entire galaxy.

"Look, it's spiky hair!!🤩🤩"

boi did he become a blushing messy.

Usually, when you pick her up you'll buy her ice cream (What's up with me and ice cream today) but because mother said no today.

She threw a fit™

" I want ice cream!! I'm telling dad about your diary🥺"

Megumi is now invested in the diary.

He stands beside you awkwardly looking at the tearful face of your sister.

you sigh, just tired. Coming back from a mission was exhausting so you didn't give any patience to your sibling.

"I have no energy to put up with you today. So,  let's just go home will ya?"

she cried, balling her tiny fist and punched your legs weakly.

you're ready to throw her like a sack over your shoulder till you sucked your breath and quietly nutted at what Megumi pulled.

LIKE INSTINCTS WENT TO OUR BOI MEGUMI, he crouched down and caught your little sister's hand.

He softly smiled, lashes shadowing his pretty eyes, " (s/n). Please understand that (Y/n) is really tired after today's mission"

"You wouldn't want your older brother/sister to get tired, will you?"

her tears stop, she lowers her hands and nods. "I-I'm sorry"

he chuckles, picking her up and resting her body with his one arm. He looks at you with the softest look as if this is the life he imagined with you in the future.

he stares at your face, all red and smiley. The sun really brings the natural colors of your eyes and hair. You look so beautiful in that light.

a blush crawled to his face, he abruptly turns away to the direction of your house, "come on it's getting late"

you definitely texted the WHOLE Kyoto and Tokyo Students about what Megumi pulled. Except Todo 🙂.

Gojo Satoru

ended up you siblings grilling him for getting involved with their quarrels.

He wished he could vanish.

in the first place, who the hell butts in a heated sibling rap battle with your mom jokes.

The (L/n) estate new leaders were having a meeting. It's about the stock markets of the business chain. 

Since the former elders suck balls at non-shaman business. The sales ate shit.  So you and your older brother scheduled a formal meeting.

Gojo decided to tag along, saying that he could help with the market if the situation calls.

it's started in a quiet and sophisticated way but got into a heated argument about why the other should just back down.

"well, brother, I appreciate the concern but I am more well researched in marketing than you"

"Well, my little sibling , I humbly accept your generous comments but as someone who is older than you and experienced. I believe I am fit to this role"

Gojo is living. 

He texted Nanami about it but only replied with "Don't even try to pull something, you cunt".

Our boy Nanami ain't playing games today 

He couldn't even contain his small giggles but boy he should've just kept with the giggles.

"Well, my lovely companions, you know who's more compatible in this field? Your mom"

The servants inside the room felt chills. The loud and toxic atmosphere of the meeting hall went silent. 

Gojo is clueless but he can feel like two snakes crawling in him to strangle his life.

the head maid clears her throat, walking besides the Gojo heir to whisper in his ear, "you're dead"

your fist collided to the table, veins popping on your forehead, "fuck you say, 2 inches?"

"u-uhmm", Satoru gulps, holding his hands up. At the corner of his eye, he can see your brother pulling a familiar sword that once a hot dilf almost killed him with .

Gojo without missing a beat raised his six eyes and infinity. Preventing your brother to cut his neck.

"you soiled lil shit, how dare you speak filth of our late mother!"

"(Y/n) a little help here!"

your fist collided with his infinity, your eyes jet black from anger, "you Rat! I should've known you would pull a stunt like this!"

good to say, he salvaged his clans name and dignity through investing in your clans business.

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relationship status thou? On thin ice🤡🤡