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husbandohunter · 1 year ago

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Two Shades of the Same Color

Synopsis: Protecting the law and protecting his family. The line seperating them were like two shades of the same color. Wriothesley just didn't know it yet.

Genre: Wriothesley x Reader, gender neutral pronouns, Reader and Wriothesley have a daughter

(A/n): this is my offering to the gacha gods praying for an early Wrio to come home 😔===============================

The Duke of Meropide often finds himself conflicted in the different roles he has to play.

In the daytime he carried his duty as the Warden. Having served his sentence through the years he was in prison, Wriothesley was appointed to be a suitable candidate now managing Fontaine's most notorious Fortress, guarding wanted criminals, convicts, and what justice deems guilty. Both feared and respected by them, it was quite an intresting story how he got into this rank. But he also didn't dislike his occupation. Perhaps due to this self-proclaimed 'rough around the edge' personality, he believed the prison wasn't so far disconnected from his nature.

"Wolf-ears, wolf-ears, daddy has wolf ears!" A sweet voice sang before imitating a growl sound.

Aaand there were those who really disconnected him from his 'nature'. Wriothesley sighs as he rub his forehead, clutching a stack of unsigned papers while the girl pulled the little tuffs in his hair.

Your five year old daughter came home one day, announcing that the class had been given an assignment.

Two things arise in his head. First off, why are they already giving assignments to children? Shouldn't they be learning their alphabets and make crafts or something? Second, why does it have to involve taking your kid to work?!!

You failed to stifle a laughter at the sight, the poor man silently hoping that you would do something, "Come down little one. You wouldn't want to accidentally fall over now, would you?"

The girl shook her head, avoiding your attempt to hold her and squeezed her small legs around his shoulders, "Don't stop me! Mari wants to stay up here."

"But he's going to get tired if you keep shaking like that," you suggested, placing both hands on your hips.

Mari huffs, "That's up for daddy to decide. Right, daddy?"

You quirked an eyebrow and glanced at your husband who seemed to be under a lot of pressure. What can he do? When his daughter stares at him with her toothy grin and gleaming eyes that looks just like his own?

Helpless at her whims, he pleads silently, urging for your aid once again.

"Sorry honey," you shrugged and tilted to the side, "I tried."

"Oh really?," the man doubts, "Then why are you smiling like that?"

Wriothesley wasn't sure how he got into this mess in the beginning. Actually, wait. He did. He just...didn't want to admit it.

The initial answer to Mari's request was a no brainer. Allowing his little babydoll Marigold through the walls of Meropide was something he stricly forbade until she reached thirty years old. A reasonable negotiation, he thought. Not even the gossips plastered all over the Steambird newspaper would be discussed at the dinner table. The man vowed to keep his work life and family life seperate the day she was born.

"Why don't you go find them to help you with your homework?"

"I work at the Fortress too, silly."

Well-- maybe not you since the two of you met here, but that's different. Rules are laws and laws shouldn't be broken. There's a reason why order is meant to be taken seriously in Fontaine. And of course, in his house too.

Then you proceed to say-- it's because you keep spoiling her! Which he retorts, "I'm not spoiling her, I'm just making sure she has a fun childhood, that's all."

"Uh huh, you sure do a great job at it officer, maybe a little too well," you tease, wrapping your arms around your burly husband and nuzzled against his cheek.

Fits of giggles came from above, Mari starts rocking back and forth, "Now give him a biiiiig kiss!"

"Alright alright, that's enough you two," Wriothesley caught hold of his wiggling daughter and settled her down on the floor. Seriously, he could hardly focus. Wriothesley had planned to make his routine as boring as possible so she would leave and he could go about his day. It seems the man terribly underestimated the fact Mari had a penchant of finding entertainment. Should've been obvious that he would be the center of it.

"Can we go downstairs now? I want to see where the machines are working," Mari declares and throws her hands up in excitement.

Wriothesley clears his throat, "What did I say earlier about going downstairs?"

"It's not safe for ages under thirteen and only for members who are given permission because they're criminals," Mari sheepishly repeats.

"Aaaannd?"

"You're not allowed to abuse your authority or give me special treatment because the Warden must be fair and respect the rules from the Fortress of Marinetide, treating everyone equally."

"That's my girl," he nods with a grin. Though the pronounciation can use a little tweaking. Eh, he'll let it slide.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit too much? The working grounds aren't that bad, even Sigewinne takes her strolls there during her breaktime," you chime in.

"Who's Sigewinne?"

The man expresses what seems like his version of a pout. Though you can never miss the small upturn slivering the corner of his mouth, "I'm starting to get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me like this."

"Nonsense," you lean on his shoulder, "I'm just admiring how much of a loving father my daughter has."

They're coaxing me into something, "No means no."

Wriothesley glances at Mari who had still been persisting him with pleads and questions. The reason why he wanted to keep his work life and family life sperate was because prison, in general, can shape a person entirely. Whether for good or worse depends on the individual, she was far too young to be exposed at the kind of stories and complex reasonings people would have. Wriothesley knew very well that nothing is black and white. Perhaps from growing up in this kind of world, he wanted to know, to see, to let an innocent child experience life far differently than he did. Because now, he had a choice.

"I already know what you're thinking, it's written all over your face," breaking him out of his thoughts, you gently spoke to his ear, "Not everyday our little Mari gets to spend time with her father like this. She was so happy when the teacher said it was going to be a 'take your kid to work day' assignment, you know?"

"I'd rather keep the details behind closed doors. There's not much that can be said outside the reputation everyone knows of," he reasons, "Besides, Sigewinne is the only exception because she's the head nurse. This little fellow here can hardly prounouce Meropide."

"Hey! That's not true. If I practice long and hard I can speak as perfectly as the papers on your desk!"

"Oh? You know what that's a great idea. How about we spend the day practicing your alphabets? We could also read the Boar Princess while we're at it," the Duke happily suggested.

"Wriothesley," you chide lightly, "As long as you're with her I'm sure there will be nothing to worry about," then you crouched down to Mari's height, "Right sweetie?"

"Yeah! Daddy is the strongest and smartest man in all of Fontaine!" She jumps up and down, "He can even lift me even when I'm wearing a backpack!"

Wriothesley eyes you both suspiciously, "I see how it is. Sounds like you two are teaming up."

"I like to call it a coincidential agreement," you tugged him at the arm and lead towards the stairwell, "Come on. Take the day off and let me handle the paperwork. Wouldn't want to keep the fun waiting, would you?"

Your husband folds his arms and scoffs, "A day off?"

"By the courtesy of Chief Justice Neuvillette himself," you responded.

Ah, they had it all planned out, "Astounding effort on your part, I suppose."

"Please, daddy? I swear I'll behave and not do anything to make you mad," Mari twiddles her thumbs, "Pleeease?"

Wriothesley closes his eyes, a habit he acquired during situations such as this. Well, looks like he was fighting a losing battle anyways. Maybe you were right. He was spoiling her.

"Fine. Only under one condition. You have to-"

"Call me 'Your Grace'!" She salutes immediately, " Oh, I mean...you, Your Grace."

Wriothesley glances at your way again and you merely returned a shrug. He smiles amusedly.

They really had it all planned out.

•••

When Wriothesley stepped out of his office, he was slowly starting to regret his decision.

Mari, being far too excited for her own good, already bounced a few metres ahead. He sometimes wondered where she gets her energy from. For newcomers, they easily wear out before they become used to things. Ah, that's right, I have to make sure she doesn't disturb the inmates. If this keeps going then who knows where she might end up. Archons forbid it'd be the Pankration Ring.

"Up you go," for now, Wriothesley scoops her into his hold, having the girl seated on one forearm and the other supporting her weight. Until she calms down, at least.

"Mari is reporting for duty," she salutes again.

Wriothesley lets out a chuckle, "Since when did I ever act like a Marechaussee Hunter? Wait, let me guess, you snuck to see Clorinde."

Guilty as charged. The little girl slaps a hand over her mouth, "Whoopsies."

"I'm joking. I actually didn't think you snuck out to see Clorinde," he smugly states, "Well well looks like my little culprit reveals herself."

She huffs, "Heyyy, that's cheating."

"Sorry babydoll, but I think I win this one," Wriothesley boops her nose in a playful manner and allowed Mari to stand on her own two feet, "So, are you ready for a tour around the Fortress of Meropide?"

"Where are we headed first, Your Grace?" She chirped, eyes blown wide like she was on a sugar rush from last time.

Wriothesley raised a scarred brow, "Oh you're letting me decide? In that case you'll just have to wait and see for yourself."

"Yay, I love surprises!"

Even better. This way, he can guarantee that she won't wander off to places she shouldn't be in, no one should be in.

Lunch hour was approaching and the inmates were already finishing up their shifts. He could feel the frequent looks being thrown from the cafeteria, already knowing it will be the hot topic for the next few days or weeks.

Right, then there's this part I have to deal with.

It didn't help that the man's presence alone had the same affect under normal circumstances. Seeing their Warden with a babbling little girl was rather jarring. Mari was...how should he put it, good at stealing the spotlight. So much she easily attracted all the attention from the locals. Wriothesley had never knew someone could be so pestering that it became endearing. Other than you of course. Heh, I guess that's one of many things they have in common.

He doesn't try to hide the smile softening at his features.

"C-Could that be His Grace and..."

Welp, looks like the hot topic is already cooking. Wriothesley pays no mind. There's nothing wrong with being open about his family in front of other people at least. Just because he had a reputation as the Warden to keep doesn't rob him the identity of being a father.

His mind suddenly drifts back to you. Is that why you were so insistent about this earlier?

"Daddy, everyone is looking at us funny."

The word 'daddy' does not escape those around him, percise as a radar and pointed sharply at his direction. Wriothesley expected as much. Actually, he was more surpised she even managed to remember the honorifics for this long, "Ah who cares. Let them do their thing. Anyways, didn't you say you wanted to see how the machines worked?"

A pause before she breaks out into a wide, beaming grin, "Yeah!"

"Then hold on tight," without a warning, Wriothesley lifts her until she was settled on his shoulders and ran as fast as he could, away from the crowd.

•••

"Was that...the Duke just now?"

A confused inmate, still processing at what he just saw, allowed the bitten meal in his hand fall to the plate.

"Who knew His Grace had a soft spot," Another one snickers.

Wolsey who had been tending to the dishes behind the counter exhales exasperatedly, "His Grace ought to be more careful with his actions around others next time."

•••

The shaft doors open to reveal the upper level of the production zone. Wriothesley exits first before gently taking the girl's hand as she shuffled down the two stairs. Thankfully the area had been emptied, except for a few supervisors, it was much more peaceful compared to the cafeteria.

"Wooooahh looks at all those meks!" She ogled. Meks was her way of saying gardemeks. Spending time with a five year old made him more keen to the language innuendos they create, "It's like one gigantic gear working together."

"Not just gears sweetheart, the people here are responsible for making sure ever part of the machine is functioning. Without them, there would be no clockworks you see in the surface," Wriothesley opens a palm while he explains, "I know most of your classmates only think of them as criminals, but criminals have been working for honest income."

"Does that mean the same criminals are now helping to make meks that catches more criminals and keep Fontaine safe?"

The man pauses, thinking for a moment, "You could say that."

"Hmmm," Mari looks down pensively, trying to put two and two together, "So if criminals are honest people, how did they end up in here?"

"Well uhhh... " Wriothesley breathes out quietly. It's complicated. Sometimes he doubts if the word criminal is even a proper label. Becoming a criminal isn't always by choice, some are just born into it, eventually going down a path because there was no where else to go. And the few who escape are the lucky ones, "Ah very tricky, sweetheart. Don't tell me you're here trying to get ideas."

The mischeivious expression he gave her made Mari gasp in disbelief, "I would never break the law daddy!"

"Are you sure?" He insists with jest.

"Yes, and I promised a hundred thousand times already," she emphasized.

Wriothesley pats her lightly on the head. Although his hands were calloused and scared, they carried the weight of a loving father, "Good. I know you'd do the right thing."

From the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar silouette dressed in pastel colors. Sigewinne had been speaking with Grainville at the Operation and Widget equipment. As you mentioned earlier, the head nurse pays frequent visits to check upon the health conditions of inmates. For the Duke, it was natural that he'd want to know if there was anything he should be concerned about. But now is not the time. He didn't want to drag his daughter when this was meant to be a fun activity of theirs.

"What's that over there?!" She scurries off without a warning, specifically at the direction he was glancing earlier.

Or we can just check it out anyways. Wriothesley thought to himself, using his hands to prop against his knee, standing upright so he could catch up with Mari.

The Melusine was the first to notice, "Your Grace? I'm seeing you everywhere these days. I hope you haven't been swarmed with too much to do."

It's true that Wriothesley had been more present in his timing. The Primordial Sea issue was something he wanted to be resolved as soon as possible, "I'm actually doing just fine, thank you Sigewinne."

"Y-Your Grace. I'm surprised to see you here. Are there any newcomers I must train?" Now it was Grainville's turn to intervene, "Oh, and who's this?"

"Sigewinne?? That's the nurse, daddy?" Mari exclaims, baffled as she compares her height with the other, "Why is she so small like me? Did she get hit by the short disease?"

Jeez. Children can really run around without a filter these days.

"She may be small but a lot more older than she looks," Wriothesley reasons, gentle and firm, "Aren't you forgetting something? In front of you, these people have greeted us the moment we came by. What's the right thing to do, Mari?"

It took some time for her to realize but she perks up as soon as she did. Flustered, the young lass dips herself into a low curtsy, head following suit that her hat fell to the floor, "Good afternoon. My name is Mari. I'm five years old. Nice to meet you all."

Wriothesley maintains a straight face and picks up her hat. On the inside, he could feel his heart squeezing. No matter how many tries you practiced with her, she still doesn't get it quite right. Totally his fault. He never scolds her for it.

"Hello Mari, my name's Sigewinne and I'm the head nurse," the melusine beams, "Though I'm a bit surprised, Your Grace. I thought [Name] said you didn't want to bring your daughter here."

Quick, he had to make an excuse before, "Ah, that's--"

"That's because daddy is awesome and he cares about us so much!"

Urk.

Sigewinne's countenance suggested she caught on that the Warden had a weak spot for his overly coddled daughter, "I see. You're fortunate to have such good parents, Mari. His Grace had put in great effort to ensure the safety and well-being of the Fortress. It's probably why everyone is quite satisfied with living here."

"I know," Mari nods with agreement, "Since daddy does the same thing at home."

Warmth spreads inside his chest and the glaciers of the man's gaze thaws enough for one to notice. Did she truly feel that way? Somehow, for a long time, he didn't think it was enough.

"It's true. His Grace doesn't ostracize anyone and gives them an equal chance of a better life," Grainville added.

Wriothesley crosses his arms and returns a quipped stare, "Indeed. Though I'm afraid flattery will get you as far as none. Best get to work."

Grainville salutes, "Yes, Your Grace!"

"Wait daddy, can I stay and watch?" Mari tugs the hem of his fur coat, "When I go to school tomorrow, I can tell all my friends all the cool things we did today."

He straightens his posture, "No."

"But daddyyyyyyy."

Here we go again. Except this time, the man will avoid all eye contact. Maybe he can try getting earplugs next time, which of course, must be slipped on discreetly so she wouldn't notice. If you were here, he'd be getting an earful of the same conversation he had in the office. Equipment processors can be dangerous to use if something suddenly screws loose. Who knows what might happen?

Though a father can only resist so much and he couldn't ignore her forever. Wriothesley relaxes his shoulders, the crease in his forehead fading, "Are you sure you can be careful?"

"Careful is my middlename!"

"Grainville," Wriothesley commands. Authority drips from his voice that the supervisor nearly flinched from his place, "Check if there's any malfunction in Operations and Widget equipment. I expect a thorough search once I get return from lunch."

Without a moment hesitation, Grainville executes his task as if his life depends on it.

"Daddy, can we go buy some food?" Mari looks up, "I want Fonta!"

"No junk food until you eat properly," though now she mentions it, he is craving a cup of tea by now.

Walking out of the shaft once more, Wriothesley takes another look at the environment surrounding the cafeteria, through a different lens than the last. He recalls his first day. Young, brash, and full of poor judgement. They were not the best memories, but they were certainly memories.

How things have changed. For the better, as it should. To Wriothesley, that was probably the most important aspect of all. He likes seeing signs of strength and hope, reassuring him that tomorrow will be a better day. Though he made peace with the present constantly filling him with doubt. Can the same progress be as steady as he wanted?

He thought about what you said. Then the words he heard from others. The Fortress of Meropide had improved to the point it could function autonomously. On top of that, he received high praise from both surface dwellers and those who lived in the underworld. What drives him to maintain this environment stems from his past. The good and the bad. The mistakes and lessons. The two shades of the same color blurred into one.

"Daddy, I just want to tell you, I had so much fun today. Thank you for bringing me here!"

And if those experiences of his could ensure that his daughter could live a safe and peaceful childhood, then that's everything he can ask for.

#genshin impact #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin

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taz19tz · 1 year ago

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Once again I was inspired by @dunedragon 's fanfic 😔😔✨✨ THE SCENE FELT SO PRETTY IN MY HEAD I DIDN'T DO IT JUSTICE BUT AT LEAST I GOT IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SORRY FOR THE SKETCHY ANIMATION BSNSDSBBDNNDN

I TOOK THE BACKGROUND FROM GOOGLE 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

Read it I'm begging you I want to scream it more with someone pLEASE

( I wish I have the energy to turn this into a completely proper and polished animation BFNSNDBD )

#megaman battle network #megaman #megaman.exe #mmbn #running up that hill #Rockman #rockman.exe #Saito #hikari saito #saito hikari #megaman fanart #animation #animatic #2d animation

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c2-eh · 1 year ago

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Thanks for answering! I have to say not Piarlos 😭 sorry but I can't stand the guy.

Please tell me more about why you don't think it works in Charlos if you're comfortable. I love to read people's opinions!

Helloooo anon, I am so sorry for responding so late but these last days have been kinda hectic over here and I didn't want to give you half-assed answer. I hope you're still interested in this even though i took and eternity 🥲 (although this one doesn't make much sense either lmaooo I'm sorry).

About piarlos, fair tho I am slowly changing my mind about them too ngl.

Okay so for the record I don't have a problem with it, I read it and give chance to every fic, it's just not something i would actively look for yk. Or write - I wouldn't do it any justice so I leave it to competent people, which there is a lot of them <3

So I don't have any grandiose reasoning tho, I am not here to change anyone's mind, it's just simply not my fav. It sometimes feels too forced I guess? Sometimes people think bottoming = submissive puppet (which in this case means Carlos crawling on all fours because of Charles (not in a good way tho), which is just not Carlos to me) (also i hate supporting chirlies' agenda lmao). Also have you seen Carlos? Yeahhhh. Another issue is not Carlos issue, it's just Charles doesn't top 😔 (only when situation is right or if you're Lando). He's either pillow princess or power bottom nothing in between :)

Also overall, to me Carlos is the type to provide, esp in this... area. Plus don't get me wrong, I don't base my whole characterizations on top vs. bottom, so when I say I like top Carlos more doesn't mean he is not my bbg. Because he is ❤️

Honestly I think every man should get fucked (literally and figuratively) at least once, but that's that.

Basically, it really depends on the situation and the background of the relationship for me. I just don't vibe with it as much as I do when it's switched. Anyway, service top Carlos for the win, thank you, that's my established dynamic <3

Aaand I think i'll leave it at that! If you want to talk about this more, my dms are open!

#also rissa saying Carlos believing he's not gay because he doesn't top? real #at the end of the day it's about who sticks his peepee into who and i choose carlos to do that job #i remember when i didn't even read bottom carlos in this and now i do. growth. influence of incredible writers yadda yadda #however what i don't read is abo with omega carlos. sorry #eva answers #charlos #anon ask

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taintedsoul-if · 2 years ago

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So the OH and their mother got basically treated like dirt because the people who did it were all powerful and then slag basically kill the OH mother while she try to be a good person. The OH gets in a coma then Mc comes and changes everything right.

I’m starting to think the one who wrote this story was just like I’m going to write two characters that are just a step for everyone else.

And the two protagonists are slags. How is this even ok like how messed up is this women. I want answers to why. Because if OH mom was around maybe she could have prevented this.

Sorry I just don’t like how a country is just so horrible and yeah I’m doing the vengeful path. Not happily but to bring some justice. See you in the next update.

Yassssss.... Anon you summed up the body's backstory in just a few words... 👀👀👀 you are absolutely correct. Though.....

Lady Anaya story, is one that is still under construction. The other day I was running lady Anaya's backstory by my sister and I randomly asked her, why do you think lady Anaya didn't save herself from this tragedy? My sister turned to me and said, depression. (I won't go into full details) but she said. "You said she was forced to marry a man she did not love, because her family only saw her as a mere woman, who wouldn't be able to carry on the family line right? And not to mention you said her beloved body turned up outside her home on the day of the emperor's coronation, right? Depression.... Lady Anaya felt as if all hope was lost. She practically lost everything, and deep down I think even though you didn't mention this to me, I think lady Anaya loved and resent her child. Death brought her the relief she had been seeking all these years and that is why even though she knew Trysten was going to cause her impending doom, she did not stop it. Then my sister turned to me and said again. What is with you and these dysfunctional-ity in your characters family?!

She broke the moment I tell ya!

But seriously, the creator of this novel only wanted love. Nobody is perfect in this world, most of us have met that one man/woman/person that we wanted to spend our whole lives with and sometimes our love isn't reciprocated because sometimes that person is married or they're currently in a relationship, or they're just not sexually attracted to others. And that was why the author did this, because she met mister right! And she thought he must belong to her, so she quit her day job and went home, locked herself in a room and did a ritual. A book materialized out of thin air and a ominous voice said to her. "Whatever you write in this book, will be granted within the next 24 hours." (Damn I wished I could wrote a million word novel in less than one day. This girl is living my dream! 💀💀) and that is what the author did. Twenty four hours later when the author woke up she was teleported into her book world, standing before millions of people who yelled [REDACTED]

They're all behind times in Nasmar. Like for example a nobleman would rather marry a virgin than a woman/man who toss their body left right and center. Double standard.... 😏 look at what Trysten/Trista is doing behind closed door. Also my dear Anon there are a few stepping stones that hasn't been introduced as yet. So lady Anaya and the OH aren't the only ones who has been taken advantage of. 😔. The way the Montholon family do things is just despicable. Because a person is stronger than your family, you want to deal with the problem before it ripens. 💀. That's just not right.

It's okay anon. No need to apologise this is the kind of energy I've been aiming for from the very beginning. I love fluff. That is when other authors writes fluff I'm head over heels inlove... 😳. But me when I write.... I want my readers to curse! Drown my characters in their spit. (Not physically) I want my characters to burn to experience torture so there's no need to apologize, 😏 you sending this ask had me cackling like a mad woman! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. Have a splendid day. I'll see you on the next update, please stay safe.

#lovely anon #Lady Anaya #ask #The original author of the novel #a bit of insight about her

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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YOUR MIND. I have a fic with a similar plot in my drafts and by fic with a similar plot in my drafts I mean theres a pic of daemon all yucky and gross and covered in blood on a text post HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH I JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT!!! BUT YOUUUU YOUR MINDDDDDDDDDD 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 you robbed all the brain cells from the daemon girlies and 😩 I FUCKING hate it here what about MEEEE )))))))):

I tried my best not to requote everything but alas I didn't try very hard it was too delicious

The heavy wood of the door to their chambers slams loudly against the stone wall, the noise echoing off of the vaulted ceilings, causing her to startle. Her head snaps up, eyes widening as she takes in the sight of her husband.

First of all 🤨☝️ why is he so angry ???? HHAHAH OK LMAO HES A PRINCE WHO HAD TO DEAL WITH 🤢 PEASANTS 🤢 OF COURSE HES ANGRY. I'm sorry I'm a peasant daemon fucking hell it's not my fucking fault the economic is broken 😔😔😔😔 I shower too. I bet I smell better than you 🤧🤮

He stalks through their apartments, his expression a glower, ichor splattered across his face. His hands are bloodied and there is a darkened stain across the breastplate of his armour. His golden cloak seems to be the only thing that has escaped the gore that decorates him.

NO CUZ #1 Ive been thinking about the word glower for so fucking long. Like IVE BEEN TRYING TO GOOGLE IT and I remember it as growler cos my brain is fucked up and we'll NOW I KNOW HAHAHHAH. Ok #2 when daemon

With his baby girl lips i

I know he's not as bloody as he is there in the fic but 😌 a girl can dream next

Rushing to him, she takes his face in her hands, only to be gently pushed away as quickly as she touches him.

Fuck you yn. Stop living my life. Fuck you daemon let her who is me touch you FUCK YOU

“Leave me,” he says sullenly, unclasping Dark Sister from his sword belt and leaning it against the wall.

🧍😒🤔 y'all hear sum'in

“You are hurt,” she protests as her arms drop slowly back to her sides, her brow furrowing in concern.

KITTY MEOWMEOW UR HURT )))): LET ME BABY MY BABY GIRL STOBIT

“I executed justice,” he tells her, drying his face and hands, “but that is not the problem. My brother gave me an army of two thousand men to command, yet his cunt of a Hand feels it is his right to dictate the punishments I see fit to serve.”

)))))): my poow kitty meowmeow did the old man huwt youw feewings )))): I'm so sowwy baby ))))): come hewe gimme kiff

There it is; Otto. Daemon’s rivalry with the Hand of the King had been a bitter one ever since Otto had convinced Viserys to remove Daemon from office when he was Master of Coin, and again when he was appointed as Master of Laws.

To be fair I think he would be a horrible master of- YOU KNOW WHAT IM NOT GONNA CONTINUE YOU THAT I KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE UNDERESTIMATED YOU GO DAEMON LIVE YOUR TRUTH IM NOT EVEN SURE IF YOU CAN BALANCE A BANK BOOK AND IM PRETTY SURE YOUD MAKE UXORICIDE LEGAL BUT SLAY

“He had the audacity to compare me to Maegor the Cruel,” he continues, and she can see the anger within him rising once more as his gaze darkens and his nostrils flare.

)))): thats so bad of himmmmmm I'm so sorry you had to go through that )))): come here I'll smooshy shoochy ur cheekies then you can go take a bubble bath with your rubber caraxes (((:

He shakes his head, turning away from her. “You are better off leaving me alone tonight. I have no kindness to offer you.”

His head lifts, half looking over his shoulder at her as his eyebrow raises in curiosity. “And what is it you do seek?”

[SQUEALING INTENSIFIES]

She swallows thickly, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I want your anger, your frustration, all of it. Take it out on me.”

SHES SO BRAVE FOR THAT. SPEAK YOUR TRUTH GURLIE LIVE THAT FUCK TOY LIFE LOVE THAT FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND

The dagger rattles with a metallic clink against the flagstone floor as Daemon drops it, pulling open the now two-slashed halves of her cotton shift to reveal her nakedness. A low noise of approval rumbles in his throat, the sound shooting straight between her thighs as she feels wetness gather there.

Click click ASMR. YOUR HONOR I THINK I NEED TO BE CAGED. YOUR HONOR THIS MAN NEEDS TO ALSO BE CAGED. YOUR HONOR I KNOW THERE IS A SHORTAGE OF CAGES SO I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU CAN CAGE US TOGETHER

“Wanton little thing,” Daemon rasps, “I bet you’re wet already.”

))))))))): STOP BEING MEAN TO ME 🙅🙅🙅🙅🙅 WHAT IF I AM SO WHAT WHAT ABOUT IT IM NOT MEAN TO YOU WHEN YOU CRY OVER OTTO

His other hand finds its way between her legs, cupping roughly at her mound before his digits spread through the slickness of her folds. Her hips buck, chasing his touch until he swats between her legs, causing her to yelp, the sensation sending waves of warmth throughout her lower belly.

So mean )):

“Fucking take it!” He spits out, wrapping a hand around her throat, while the other grasps her hip, tugging her violently against him to meet each of his hard thrusts.

😜🙂😶😶😬😐☺️😌😪🙃😶‍🌫️🫣🤤🤭😐🤮👿🤮🫨🤧🫨😩👿😹🙉😸🙈😸😽😸😽😸🙈🙀👹👂🤲👂🤝🦾👎👎🫦🫶🫲🦴🦾🦾🫦🫦🦻🦾🙌🧑‍🚀🫅👷💂🦹🧙🧜🏄🦹👷🧛🧑‍🌾🧑‍🦰🕴️🧑‍🤝‍🧑👭🧒👭🧒👱👱🧒 YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME

As Daemon’s hips begins to falter in their movements, the hand grasping her hip snakes between their bodies, his fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to lick at her lower spine. He presses down more firmly, making faster, tighter movements against her bud and she jolts, sudden warmth crashing over her in waves as she cries out, tightening around him.

No cuz he cares (I say after getting railed)

For the first time that evening, his lips find hers and he kisses her, slowly and sensually. She sighs happily into it, enjoying his closeness.

“Thank you”, he murmurs when he eventually pulls away. “Allow me to remove my armour and I will have another bath drawn. This evening we shall bathe together.”

Eyes Black Like an Animal

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, smut, choking, degradation, rough sex. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: When Daemon returns covered in blood from his duties as Commander of the City Watch, his wife requests that he uses her to ease his anger. Based on this request.

Author's note: No tag list. Please follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

The steam from the bath she has had the chambermaid prepare curls upwards from the water, dampening the bare skin of her neck as she leans over it to pour in the scented oils, the precise ones she knows Daemon likes.

This is their nightly routine. He will be back from his duties as commander of the City Watch soon and, ever the dutiful wife, she always has a bath awaiting him, so that he can wash away the grime of the city.

Rushing to him, she takes his face in her hands, only to be gently pushed away as quickly as she touches him.

“Leave me,” he says sullenly, unclasping Dark Sister from his sword belt and leaning it against the wall.

“You are hurt,” she protests as her arms drop slowly back to her sides, her brow furrowing in concern.

“It is not my blood,” he snaps, dropping his helmet down onto the settee with a clatter, before striding over to the bathtub and rinsing his hands and face.

She watches the blood float through the water like tendrils of silk, her mind racing with thoughts of the terrible fate someone has likely met at the hands of her husband this evening. When Daemon straightens again his face is clean, but his dark and angry demeanour remains.

“What happened?” She asks gently, eager to reach for him but knowing her touch is the very last thing he wants when he is in this mood.

Daemon has flourished in his new position as commander of the City Watch since being awarded it, yet he is at constant odds with Otto regarding the harsh punishments he exacts on the criminals of King’s Landing.

“He had the audacity to compare me to Maegor the Cruel,” he continues, and she can see the anger within him rising once more as his gaze darkens and his nostrils flare.

She takes a tentative step forward, eager to calm him down, not wanting him to ruin their evening with his foul temper. “My love, you know his words are untrue. Pay him no mind and allow me to help you out of your armour.”

He shakes his head, turning away from her. “You are better off leaving me alone tonight. I have no kindness to offer you.”

Taking another step towards him, she speaks quietly. “What if it is not your kindness that I seek?”

His head lifts, half looking over his shoulder at her as his eyebrow raises in curiosity. “And what is it you do seek?”

She swallows thickly, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. “I want your anger, your frustration, all of it. Take it out on me.”

Daemon turns fully, closing the gap between them slowly, a predatory glint in his eye as he looks down at her, leaning in so close that his nose brushes against hers. “Are you fully aware of what it is that you are asking for?” He whispers, his breath fanning hotly against her face.

Her core throbs in anticipation, thoughts of how roughly Daemon manhandles her in the throes of passion swirl in her mind, making her feel lightheaded with lust. “Yes,” is all she is able to utter.

“Very well then.” His hand reaches around the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging gently so that she is forced to meet his eyes. “And what is it you say should you wish to stop?”

“K–kelītīs,” she stammers, arousal making it feel as though there is fire in her veins.

“Good girl.” He gives her hair another gentle tug, before grasping the back of her neck and pushing her towards the bed. “Lay down. On your back.”

She does exactly as she is told, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the accelerated breaths of her excitement.

Daemon grabs hold of her by the ankles dragging her until her backside just barely rests on the edge of the mattress. Still fully clad in his armour and golden cloak, he reaches for the dagger that remains sheathed upon his sword belt. Her breath hitches as he withdraws it, a shiver running through her body, whether it is from fright or anticipation she is unsure. The Valyrian steel shines in the dull light of the bedchamber and when he brings it down upon the neckline of her nightgown it moves through the material like fingers through spiderwebs.

Daemon’s pupils are blown wide with lust, in the low lighting they appear almost black as he stares hungrily down at her. He leans over her, the coldness of his armour against her bare skin making her gasp. Her nipples pebble at the chilly sensation and, as though fully in tune with her body’s response to him, two of Daemon’s calloused fingers tweak harshly at one of them. It is a pleasurable hurt, one that makes her mewl piteously and arch against him.

“Wanton little thing,” Daemon rasps, “I bet you’re wet already.”

“Don’t be greedy,” he hisses, pulling away to unfasten his trousers and push down his breeches, freeing his erection. He runs his hand up and down the length of it, eyeing her with an animalistic hunger, the slightest of smirks tugging at his lips as she instinctively parts her legs wider for him.

As he guides himself to her entrance she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing forcefully inside, pushing apart her inner walls and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“Fucking take it!” He spits out, wrapping a hand around her throat, while the other grasps her hip, tugging her violently against him to meet each of his hard thrusts.

She is struck by the imbalance of power; she is bare beneath him, utterly vulnerable, while Daemon remains not just fully clothed, but clad in armour, free to do as he pleases to her. She clenches at the idea, causing him to grunt.

“Such a slut,” he pants, the smack of his thighs against hers becoming more insistent as he quickens his pace, his fingers applying more pressure to the sides of her throat.

She feels lightheaded, the only thing that seems as though it is stopping her from floating away entirely are the harsh, sharp thrusts that meet the end of her, causing her to wail, tears forming in her eyes, before trickling down her cheeks.

With a groan, he stills, leaning over her, pulsating as he spills deep inside of her. For a few moments he does not move, simply hovering over her, careful not to crush her with the weight of his armour.

She feels boneless, weightless, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and drift into a peaceful, satisfied sleep. But that is not what Daemon has in mind.

As his breathing slows, he lifts himself to look at her, tenderly gripping her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face towards him so that he can take in the sight of her tear stained cheeks, glassy eyes, and parted lips. The softness is a dissonant juxtaposition from the brutality he displayed just moments ago.

For the first time that evening, his lips find hers and he kisses her, slowly and sensually. She sighs happily into it, enjoying his closeness.

“Thank you”, he murmurs when he eventually pulls away. “Allow me to remove my armour and I will have another bath drawn. This evening we shall bathe together.”

As inviting as sleep seems at this moment, she knows that the offer from her husband is far more appealing.

#i love being alive in our year of the lord 2023 #imagine what old timey folks used to do before daemon Targaryen fanfiction #sounds awful #daemon fanfic #daemon smut

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owlight · 2 years ago

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Hello, dear! How are you? Maybe I can have a headcanon with the monster trio + ace with a s/o Who has aggressive reflexes? As they approach from behind to cuddle the s/o, and the s/o by reflex takes them and layers on the ground very fast or in the table? 😂 She can lift them really easily^^’ (it would be funny/nice if the s/o is a little smaller than them.. 🥹)

Sorry if I’m not compatible with you’re rules, i didn’t find the rules, so ignore it if you’re uncomfortable..! 😅😅

M alive thank u for asking ,I hope u are doing okay! ,Thank you for requesting <3 love the request it's very cute ,I hope I did u justice!

Monster trio + Ace with a short strong s/o who have aggressive reflexes

Luffy

He take it as a challenge to take you down before you do

Even tho you explained to him ,you didn't mean to pin him down like that! It was simply a reflex!

But Luffy won't take it ,He is stronger than u and will simply have to prove it to you by taking you down in a fight!

You might awaken something feral in this man

" Luffy ,come on , you're not serious about this! I'm not going to fight you, you're far stronger than me! I just have a fast reflex!" He run at you full speed and you once again Pin him down so easily " This mean nothing! Rematch! I can pick you up so easily! How can you pin me down like this when I'm taller than you!??" He asks you in a rather breathy confusion,damn he why does sound out of breath for some reason...

Will start picking you up to show dominance, You're not stronger than him ,even it's...very nice to be pinned by you

he tries to hug you from behind a lot just to have you pin him down 😔 you're so strong he is smitten fr

You've broken a whole table once by accidentally crashing him through it and That's when he decided You're his forever lover fr

He have a strength kink and he doesn't even realize it 😔

Zoro

Zoro always make sure to come at you from the front side

BUT there's that one time this poor man was standing behind you and was going to rest his head on your shoulder as you both stood looking at the crew doing some activity together ,he was trying to be cute for once

" maybe we should join-" Zoro is cut off as you hold and flip him completely off to the ground ,face first to the ground

" Zo-Zoro! You startled me! Why did you sneak up on me like this!" You yell in panic as you help Zoro gets up ,he hold his bleeding nose "Since When you're able to carry my weight like this??" He asks bit too impressed and unbothered by the fact his nose is bleeding " since forever-your nose is bleeding! Chopper! Please come and help Zoro!!"

Listen ,the nose bleed was partly from the physical injury plus How hot that was but no one has to know that but him

He always respected your strength,but to be honest he thought you weren't that strong to carry Him since you're fun sized

But you kinda proved him wrong and He...feel very hot and bothered about it

Another man with strength kink ,he love manhandling you but he kinda doesn't mind if you started manhandling him while training together...yes he let you pin him down often,you think it's because your skills improved but it's only because Zoro like it When you're on top like that

He might be secretly a pervert,but no one will ever know

Sanji

" (y/n) oh love,You look so amazing-" Sanji approach you from behind as he want to hug you from behind,like he usually do ,but this time he made the wrong choice of not warning you or begin loud as he usually is when he approaches you ,It was mere seconds before he was pinned to the ground with you looking down at him in horror he start seeing stars " I'm so so sorry Sanji! You startled me!" You tries to help him gets up ,Sanji meanwhile is in another world "you were always able to do this??" He blur out and you blink at him " yeah? You just never startled me before like this " you mumble as you help him stand up ,he gets up and goes back to hugging you "Oh (y/n) you're so strong! Such a Beauty as you this strong??? I am so lucky to have you!" He start praising you up and down for your strength ,no you won't get rid of him any time soon

he is now a bigger simp than before,not only you are breathtaking,But also strong to pin him down like he is nothing??? He stan his powerful s/o ,He would be cheering for you when you kick asses in battles

He always carry you bridal style when he saves you ,BUT you Deadass can carry him as well ,he would blushing as you do ,his savior,his lover , you're so awesome

He would love to spare with you more ever since

Just so he have you pin him down like damn that's new foreplay idea

he still pick you up whenever to prove he is stronger (a lie,he just love you are small and he want to protect you always)

He got low-key beef with you since he want to be your prince charming your shining knight ,but You are always saving him and carrying him around when he in injured

He won't admit outloud but he loves it secretly, you're so strong and badass and he love to bury his face in your neck when you carry him

100% in denial about this strength kink ,give him some time..

Ace

He heard that you're one of the strongest of the whitebeard crew..but You are like the size of a bean in his eyes (rude) ,but that's only before he joined,after he joined you both become bestie then started causally dating and rest is history

He for sure never really completely saw you as someone who is stronger than him but he never vocalized it because he know he will sleep on the floor if he ever did

But someday,he made the mistake of saying it outloud

" hey take it easy on (y/n) with The punches, They ain't big enough to handle it" he tells Marco as both of you spare together, Marco stares at ace with a questioning look that translate to ' you Really said that?' while you were looking at Ace with 'What the actual fuck you just said' look "ight Pretty boy ,come fight me !" You challenge him and ace raise his hands " I'm not fighting you babe,you ain't built to handle all this" he point at himself and there's few of the crew laughing, Whiteboard look straight up amused at the scene playing Infront of him ,You stand strong as you glares up at ace " You mean you're aren't ready to get your ass kicked? If you're just scared then Just say so , I'm sure Thatch would love your help in the kitchen for dinner anyway" you tell him with a smirk , There's a loud OHHH coming from the crew ,Marco had completely moved away from your side so he doesn't get caught in the cross fire That's happening

" Eh you did not just say that!" Ace says a bit offended " oh yeah I just said , Actually Thatch would keep up with me better than you after thinking" you tell him as you add fuel to the fire that is ace flushed face " Okay it's ON ,Just don't be mad when Your ass is cooked!" He runs at you as you run at him ,both look absolutely feral, Ace goes for a firey punch and you dodge it as you grab his arm and and then grab him... before he know it ,his face is in the ground and you're pinning him down so effortlessly, he is... speechless

New found respect ,Also a new kink unlocked

Will not catch him slacking,he will always be talking about how strong you're from now on,please train with him all the time now

He promise to not set anything on fire when you pin him down , though it's still Very hot when you're bit too close to him...

He is a Prevert but that's for you to know later

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #luffy d monkey #roanoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #Sabo #portgas d. ace #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #luffy x you #zoro x you #sanji x you #ace x you #portgas d ace x reader

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a-libra-writes · 3 years ago

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Hello! ✌️I wanted to let you know that everyday before going to bed I check to see how my fellow Libra is doing, and that you made me fall in love with Stannis (another one falls victim to his awkward mannerisms and hot sense of justice 😔👊) and Ned (... actually they're pretty similar on these fronts, maybe you made me discover a new favourite type??), but also Tywin (the complexity of this terrible cold man, istg) and Roose ( *chuckles* I'm in danger) You're officially the kind of writer that make me wants to read everything of theirs, even if I'm not in the fandom, so: thank you for your service!

I've never asked any request in my life, but your soulmates au live rent free in my mind and so, if you feel like it, I'd like you to expand on an idea...? I don't have much, but this: soulmate au with Tywin, post Joanna (set in whichever time period you think best, so if just few years after her death, or with Tyrion already grown up) and he discovers that this lady from a minor house (that isn't exactly in good relations with the Lannisters) is his soulmate. And I mean, he knew that Joanna wasn't, but honestly he could never expect to have a similar connection with somebody else but her, so he always ignored that, hoping neither of them would ever meet their "true" half. I expect he would almost resent this, especially if he found in her something that made him admit she is a good match, but would he give up such a thing, anyway? Depending on the soulmate au you choose it might even not be his choice: if everyone see their connection and there is a certain expectation, nevermind if now she's a possible weakness to get to him through the bond they share.

As I've said it's just an idea. Obv ignore if it doesn't tell you anything/there's something you don't like/you don't want to! Thank you for your attention, and once again I must tell you how lovely is your writing, how adorable are your fluffy pets and how dear you are! Coming to this blog feels everytime like coming home ☺️

Sorry if I did any mistakes, English is clearly not my first language and since now that I found my courage it's likely I'll write to you again (if you don't mind ofc), so to distinguish me I can be your Milkyway anon🥛🛤️ (I'm sorry I had to! 😔😌) I actually have no preference: call me as you wish, I'll know which name to take lmao

Have a good day/night!!

first thank you for all the kind words!!! Im always pleased when I drag others into my Stannis hell >:)

So this is a very interesting concept! I did a lot of chewing on it and I have Some Thoughts

So starting from the top, Joanna and Tywin knew they weren't soulmates. They didn't care; they were close from a young age (childhood friends, imo) and they knew their duties and place. Stories and poems of soulmates uniting and having a Happily Ever After were just as common as tragedies where soulmates determined to be together started wars and destroyed entire Houses. The history of Westeros is already bloody and fraught with war. So, like many Highborn lords and ladies, they were expected to ignore it. And anyway, the ability to actually meet your soulmate is difficult in a society where there's no internet, instant messaging, etc.

(Now obviously all this depends on what sort of soulmate AU you're imagining, bc there's so many and they're generally not AUs I'm invested in anyway, but I digress)

Besides, Joanna and Tywin were very in love. For Tywin, cynical as he was, he believed all the talk and absurdity about soulmates obviously wasn't true. Or at least, people placed too much importance on it. For Joanna, she was content. She was in love and happily married and loved her two children. Who was she to go looking for some stranger, whom she didn't even know the identity or age or status of? The two of them were so in sync, they probably didn't even talk about it. They just silently had the same thought - who cares?

Again, depending on what soulmate AU you believe in - like, some say you know when the soulmate dies - the fact nothing happened when Joanna died felt cruel. Tywin still had a mark, or perhaps thoughts, or couldn't see color - again again, theres so many - and somehow... it's like the gods were telling him that she didn't matter. There's no grand change, because she wasn't "The One." He already dismissed the gods before. After Joanna's death and Tyrion's birth, he truly resented them.

Tywin is so used to purposefully ignoring the soulmate business, pushing it aside, that it becomes second nature. Many believed Joanna was his soulmate, though neither of them confirmed or denied that rumor. Perhaps even his children believed it. He never speaks of it, anyway. And if this is an AU where there's a specific mark, naturally he would hide it. It would become like an ugly scar, an imperfection he doesn't look at and ignores.

(More interestingly - if this is a lady who appeared to him when he was much older and she was younger, a soulmate mark/"tell" might appear in the middle of his marriage to Joanna. There was something annoying about his soulmate being some child and later some woman who would be half his age. Joanna actually found it amusing).

Moving on. A situation where he comes into contact with a Lady and she's "the one" - the one all those damned poems and songs are written about - it might actually silence him. Perhaps she doesn't even speak to him. He just knows when she walks into the room. And perhaps, there's that realization that she might have known before him.

(Imagine, depending on your favored soulmate AU, some poor woman finding out Tywin fucking Lannister is destined to her. What's worse; that it's while he's married? Or after Robert's Rebellion? If she's of a minor house, or a Great one? Hiding it from siblings or parents who hate him? What if she's married at the time?! Wild.)

She might actually believe there's a mistake. She's going insane. It must be someone else. Can these things be wrong? A lot will depend on her personal feelings about the soulmate business. Does she pursue him anyway, to see what happens? Does she stay the hell away, thinking it's "too late" for them?

Tywin would go from uncharacteristic shock, to quickly recovering, to full-blown denial. Obviously he was mistaken. Depending on your AU, this may be more difficult to ignore. But by god, he'll try. He's too prideful to even consider approaching her, unless there's a reason. And then he'll speak to her like any other person, determined to not express anything, to act as he always does. Even when they both know the truth.

It would be a long, painfully circular song-and-dance that would only progress under specific circumstances, like an arranged marriage. And even then. He's so damn prideful, not wanting to admit to himself when he begins appreciating or desiring aspects about her. He's so prideful! It's infuriating. And he hates being distracted from work and politics for things like feelings, even if he and Joanna were constantly involved in politics as a team.

It's a Whole-Ass Thing. As yall should expect from this awful man. And lord, if word got out to his family or any of Westeros about it ... madness.

#this is REALLY interesting and dependent on a lot of stuff so sorry if i meandered or wasnt specific lol #soulmate AUs arent rlly my jam but i like to think about consequences it would have on the world or characters #because yall know me :P #🥛🛤️ anon #can i just say that is an incredibly cute anon tag....#tywin lannister x reader #libra headcanons

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 4 years ago

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also 11!!!!!!!!! and 12 and 13

11: who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Who? I write about Dean the most. I was scrolling through my wips once and so many of them start with his name, it's nuts lmao. But yeah!! I love my boy and it shows

What? I definitely do be writing sleepy scenes a lot,,, also angst in general just as a genre. I have MANY high school au wips, most just little nuggets of dialogue or a tiny scene or idea. I have a little incomplete detention scene I like that I don't think you, Lydia, have ever seen HMMM 👀👀 I'll have to remedy that immediately

12: tell us about a WIP you're excited about

HOUSE OF MEMORIES!!! I'm SO excited about it I just have not been able to write for it lately which is a damn shame. But chapter 2 is SOOO good,,, you've read the beginning of it but like oh my gosh,,, it gets Real. It's RAW. I mean what else can you expect from a fic where Sam is dead (sorry Sam 😔 it's for the angst) but like,,, yeah. YEAH. There's messy history between them but it's like 3 (4?) years later and it's complicated. An excerpt from chapter 2 that I love, it's all so good you guys,,,

"Her stance on him was complex, to say the least. After he died and went to literal, actual Hell, she found herself stuck somewhere between grief and hate. She couldn't grieve because she hated him, but she couldn't hate him because she was grieving. Then he came back from the dead, only complicating her feelings further.

But seeing him in person today was different. He was different. She couldn't hate the man sitting beside her now because she didn't know him. The man she had been holding a grudge against had died a long time ago."

13: what fandom did you first start writing for?

This one!! I've been here for forever, or at least it feels like it sometimes lmao but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else!!

I originally wrote Destiel fic way back in the day, 2014/2015ish. I don't feel I ever did them justice. Their story is very Epic and there's so much to unpack, and a LOT to compete with, it's very intimidating. Not that writing is a competition, that's not my motivation, but throwing your hat into the #1 pairing on AO3 is an undertaking. I also feel with there being so much, it's easy to get to get buried in the pages of AO3. It's just too much pressure for me lmao. I haven't written for them since.

I did write one gen fic that definitely has Destiel undertones, but it's not about them. Just a monster of the week. Which I originally had a really cool idea for back in 2015, and I never wrote that idea down so unfortunately it is forever incomplete. But you can read it here.

#answered #lydia 💛#fanfic writer asks #my writing

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batbusiness-schooldropout · 2 years ago

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Jason's in Barbie jail (a closet) after being found guilty of Barbie 1st degree murder

Barbie defense attorney Tim: How are you holding up?

Barbie prisoner Jason: This is so stupid! I told you guys I didn't break that doll!

BDA Tim: Of course you didn't. Duke did.

BP Jason: What? Why didn't you say that earlier?

Barbie corrupt lawyer Tim: I wanted to know what Barbie jail was. And I really wanted to know what Barbie hardtime would do to you

BP Jason: You sick little man I'M GONNA RING YOUR NECK!!!

Barbie judge, jury, warden, and victim's family Cass: What😠

BP Jason: If I'm doing the time, I might as well do the crime!!

Surprise Barbie Supreme Court Dick: Guys this is getting out of hand. Did anyone even read Jaybird his Barbie Miranda rights?

BJJWVF Cass: No😔

SBSC Dick: I'm sorry Cass. But we can't allow the Barbie criminal justice system to become anymore corrupt then it already is. You're free to go Jay

Also I'm currently trying to find away to make the time I got sent to Barbie Jail (tm) into a batfam story

#the barbie courts are corrupt af #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #just siblings being siblings #jason todd #cassandra cain #line not featured #this is the skin of a Barbie killer bella

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ravensvirginity · 2 years ago

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True. And a lot of stuff in NTT, you can see like, I can admit to my own double standards? Like, love spells and things like that become pretty gross when a man can do that.

(i'm assuming this is a followup on the earth11 ask)

yeah, that's true. i think that also, in regards to the two times raven used a love spell in ntt, they weren't as bad as they could have been? like, sorry for being a raven apologist (no i'm not 😂) but when she cast a love spell on wally, it was just so that he'd help her fight trigon and she didn't accept his advances in any way. so it was still messed up from an emotional manipulation standpoint but at least it wasn't rape-y (like when hyperion put a spell on donna). and with dick, it was a genuine accident and she dropped the spell as soon as she realized.

it's not just "oh raven would be creepy if she was a man" tho. a lot of raven's struggle against trigon's violence feel... idk, less impactful if it was mother vs son rather than father vs daughter. and also coupled with the fact that teen justice will almost certainly not go into any depth with their relationship and probably keep it the same generic "oh no how will raven stop their evil parent who wants to kill them because they're evil™" it just feels very hollow. no one at dc understands the complexity of raven's character anymore 😔

sorry that was kind of rambley i just have a lot of raven feelings

#raven ask #rape mention #just in case

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the-acid-pear · 3 years ago

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This post is so long Tumblr is struggling to load it <:3

Chapter 55

OwO

OWO

I forgot the title "man-eater"

His wife seems so lovely man, i feel bad for her

Obsessed, of course Yujiro was in the arm, OF COURSE

Man jumped straight to it AS HE SHOULD

I know this will end up bad for doppo i worry about HOW bad it will be tho

Chapter 56

LIT OBSESSED WITH HOW UPSET YUJIRO LOOKS UFXHJSAFAAS

This fight is so good 😐

Chapter 57

I WORRY.

Watching this fight like 👁️👁️

UUUUHHSBSHSHFJDGD

Chapter 58

If Yujiro is unaffected by that I'm ripping off my hair /j

😐

I miss the comments sm </3

Chapter 59

Okay I'm like. Midly suspicious of how well that works. Like, i have an eye that moves on its own, but it does give me epic vision, like, you just see double. But alas, who i am to question the man with HIS BALLS IN THE ABDOMEN

I did think he was just trolling for a second btw NSGSHSGSH

Mad in love

Obsessed with Matsuo i didn't understand that whole interaction with Baki at ALL but good for em

YUJIRO LOOKS SO DISTRESSED AJSVSJSGSHVS

Baki you just doomed my man i think

Chapter 60

Y'all don't know this but i started writing this entry yesterday and I'm gonna finish it today, because i didn't want to ruin my night seeing my man most likely DIE

I still find Yujiro's fucked up anatomy funny

😔

I love how mfs in the crowd horrified and puking like y'all hadn't seen worse than a broken finger

PHUOYFITXIFT KING

T...thicc.......

Oh turns out comments never left my phone is just quirky like that.

Highlight from comments in chapter 55, "baldie still gonna get clapped". Also the "you are gonna start like this? Not even a kiss first?!" guy

Anyway, enough fun in the comments, time to 😢

Chapter 61

Baki looks so sad man

OUCH

HHHHHH

SUEDO NO 😭

UUVOUOYCOYGOYPUGAAAAAAAAAAAAA my heart is racing so fast

She knows her husband is dead </3

Comments are with me we all are team doppo, we are all going down with this ship 😔

Chapter 62

Baki drip in cover ngl pretty gender

SAME @EVERYONE 😢

HE'S FUCKING DEAD.

UTXPUDROUSROZUROUXFOUFZ

I must say, Tokugawa regretting arranging the fight is pretty nice of him

FR DOPPO BRO KING STOP 😭

A BRAIN HEMORRHAGE THATS SO BAD

SO. That was what happened.

F INDEED 😢

Chapter 63

HE CROSSED THE LINE FR

Imagine being responsible for your idol dying sjhssj 🥴

This hurts

This hurts a fucking lot

THIS IS FIGHTING INDEED...

HE JUST SAW A MAN DIE MOTOBE PLEASE

Chapter 64

I'm still shaken myself even if i know Doppo will be fine bc i watched the anime like. Oof. You know? I'm. Oof. Too far Yujiro bro.

THANK YOU SO MUCH SHINOGI GOD

Poor Baki man.

"Dr. Kureha? More like Chad San" SO TRUE BESTIE VINSMOKE SO TRUE

There's a racist dude here that pisses me off tbh

Dude in the comments like "why is Baki so shaken by Doppo's death?" like dude, he was his friend dude he had hope it's, GOD YOU WOULDN'T GET IT, I DO THO, I DO GET IT 😢

Chapter 65

Oh my god this is extremely dark

LETS GOOOOO

The whole reviving Doppo I'm thankful for but Baki, get his ass.

Chapter 66

He's super cool tho

The crop top too... 😳 Like y'all I'm sorry he's evil but he has more things in his favor 👀😳

Baki is out of it

KING

Chapter 67

HAFSHDG NICE

He's so fucked up i li~ke him...? I think? Idk man

"without anesthesia" oh shut up Baki OYGOFYIT

Pog.

Chapter 68

I hate to say it but yujiro still pretty fine... 😞

JQHSGIWHSSN I LOVE THIS KID SM 🥺😭

Chapter 69

Lol sex number

The fucking drinking panels made me laugh ffs

NOOO NOT THE LIVER I KNOW LIVER PAIN NOT THE LIVER

Hehe the chin explanation

Baki fucking dies

Chapter 70

I was actually hoping for this fight to happen

Bad news to me 😐.

Chapter 71

I'm the one out of it now, fuck, uh, impressive Baki, impressive.

Chapter 72

Nmhkouvyhhhh 🥺😔😢

I think translation is wonky

This is such a weird sort of justice, luv it

What a win 🥺

Chapter 73

Is... Someone going to treat Baki's bones?

A MONTH????

Sick ass tree

...okay a baby

Chapter 74

New saga time!

Oh this home!

What a legit brat ITGOTFITFVIY

Imagine wanting to kill a 13 yo so bad OGYFITFIFYV

I should def watch the anime

Chapter 75

MEAN KID

How many people y'all think ended up sterile in this franchise?

The girls are fighting in the comments

Chapter 76

Poor kid :/

This is kinda fucked up ngl

Chapter 77

IHFOYFIYFITDTDIYFITF OBSESSED

You can tell I'm not really super into this saga by how little i have to say about it

Chapter 78

Wow Baki don't say the r word

He has quite the anger issues ngl

HUUFFF A MILF 🥵🥵

Chapter 79

This jock looks so much like Baki lmao

He's just 13 yo he's younger than my cousin, he's making me 🥺 my older sibling complex is kicking in

Bruh abusive

The little <3

😳

VINSMOKE MY BELOVED I THOUGHT HE WASN'T READING THIS ANYMORE (he has been commenting since the first chapter or so)

Chapter 80

I said this b4 but god the different faces and expressions... So good

Chapter 81

HOOO SOMEONE MENTIONED A LIL SNEAK PEAK OF HANAYAMA AT THE END THAT'S INTERESTING THANK GOD

Chapter 82

GODDD this scan looks like shit

Hehehe

Hanayama hasn't aged a day, which is worrying 😍

Chapter 83

Why tf this 15 yo so big like i know i didn't look my age when i was small but this is too far

I love how b4 fights ppl crack their knuckles like, as if it was going to change anything, it just makes your fingies to hurt 😔🥴

Wow Baki really said #Diversity 😍 /j

I love how i just decided to hyperfocus on reading this manga like girl we could be cleaning our bedroom or doing homework smh

This dude looks Italian af

Chapter 84

HEHEHEHE HES GONNA DO THE THING

YESSSSSSS look even if i don't care much about Hanayama as i used to, i still respect and love his strenght

This kid is cool

Chapter 85

OOF.

This is so fucking brutal

I'm finally done reading.

Okay time to share all my thoughts as i read the Baki manga but all in a same post because fuck it amirite?

First of all i knew Baki said he and Doppo had known each other for a long time but i didn't expect it to be since the first manga chapter

BAKI LOOKS SO BABY IM SO OBSESSED.....

.... this dilf is incredible. Also no eyepatch, that's interesting. But god he's just so dbdhdhfbdjdhd 😍😍 JSHSKSHSJHDDJ ☺️🤤

Dilf inside the concrete pipe what will he do?

Imagine they just. Left him there. And he didn't do anything. And the crowd just kept waiting and nothing happened. Wouldn't that be fucked up?

OIHHEHEJEHEHEHO HE STRONG 👀👉👈

I love his fucking glasses. I just. I just fucking do.

Suedo kinda fine ngl

LQJSLEHLWHWKWHQJWGWJQJ CHU ♥

Chapter 2

Okay i actually adore the fact that the distortion effect happens in the manga that's pretty fucking cool

Okay i love this, the translator of this chapter added a bunch of side notes explaining shit while being passive aggressive. Fucking stan.

I actually didn't know taping worked for that, this fucking franchise keeps teaching me such random shit

This is unrelated but ffs i hate reading manga because i can't fucking read.

Baki fucked up and mean moments /j

The expressions are so good I'm so obsessed

Chapter 3

IMPRESSIVE, SHOULDER RELOCATED 👏😳

OUGOYGOYFIYOYF SIR DUDE THAT'S NOT HOW TEMPLATES WORK!!!!! YOU CANT DO THAT

Unrelated but fun fact back when i played hockey i owned a template and i hated it bc it tried to push my teeth in shape and it was painful. Also can we appreciate how suedo was able to speak with no issues while wearing it? Nuts.

That's all i will read for now, I'm tired

#luly talks #btg #GOD this was a long one #i could go a chapter or two more but im not interested really #if y'all want to see me cry and have a crisis in text form yall should read this entry at least some of it #the most fun i've had reading this manga tbh #A FUCKING RIDE...#baki liveblog

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