#i'm. perhaps a bit LIVID. just a bit

[dearlybelovedemilyko]

lying in fetal position telling myself that they would have at least mentioned it if louise had died

[vaangoghs]

i may have gotten a fedex driver fired today..............

[radiance1]

"Old fuck!" Said Dan as he kicked down the wall to Vlad's office. Vlad only let out a sigh, apologizing for the noise and then ending the meeting right then and there. He glanced over at Dan and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Do you truly have no concept of a door?"

"It's more fun this way," He mentioned offhandedly as he stomped his way over the Vlad's desk and slammed his hands down on it. "Do something for me!"

Vlad, silently, moured the loss of another table and those three glorious months of peace. He looked Dan in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "And what, exactly, do you want me to do for you?"

"So you know Superman-"

"No."

Dan reared back like he'd been slapped. "The fuck!? You didn't even hear me out yet!"

"I don't need to." Vlad calmly sipped at his tea that wasn't there a second ago, and then let out another sigh. "And do stop screaming obscenities at me, it is horribly low-class and you're better than that."

"You're only saying that because I'm a fusion of you." Dan pointed out with a deadpan expression. Vlad snorted. "Obviously."

"Hear me out and I'll think about it."

Vlad sighed again, crunching away at a cookie -seriously where is he getting all of this??- before waving a hand in Dan's direction that basically said "Go on."

"Alright so Superman, you know the guy and you most certainly know his weakness." He swipped a cookie, then continued at Vlad's nod. "Kryptonite, nasty stuff yea. You know who uses Kryptonite the most out of basically everyone?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex fucking Luthor."

Vlad placed his teacup onto the desk, threading his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he stared the fusion down. "You know, if you wanted me to... complicate, his gathering of Kryptonite. You could have just led with that."

"Would it have worked?" Dan genuinely asked.

"I would have thought it over a bit more before my refusal." Vlad answered and Dan growled. "Just accept already you old-timer."

"Now, now. If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were perhaps, worried about the Man of Steel himself?" At that, Vlad's eyes turned red as a playful smirk graced his lips.

Dan's eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger towards Vlad acusingly. "Don't you dare try your mind control bullshit on me."

Vlad chuckled. "Oh I would not dream of it, I was merely..." Vlad's eyes shined with mirth as he deliberately paused. "Stating an assumption."

Dan hissed, translating his sheer annoyance through ghost speak while Vlad respond back with a purr. More than throuoghly pleased.

Usually, it was the other way around.

"You can go to hell with your assumptions." He leaned over the desk, destroying it even further as he his claws dug into it. "Either you deal with him or I'll do it myself."

Vlad stared him down for a good few moments, the room falling silent as they stared each other down. Vlad sighed. "Fine, I don't need your little temper tantrum leaving me with such a giant mess to clean up." He tapped a button under his desk -mercifully safe from the destruction- and waved Dan away. "Now if you will excuse yourself, I have a few calls to make, a desk to replace, you know the works."

Dan nodded and over to the giant hole in the wall before pausing. He reached out with ghost speak, sending out a violent threat through intent if he did not follow through.

Vlad simply responded with nonchalance, exasperation, and even a bit of annoyance.

A few weeks later

Lex Luthor is livid.

Someone has been buying up all of the Kryptonite before he could get to it, which should be impossible in itself. But no, then they proceeded to mess with the shipments he managed to get his hands on, interrupt deals to acquire them and even outright destroyed a few.

He has his own stockpile for emergencies, yes. But it's very noticeably dwindling.

Meanwhile with Vlad

"Now what exactly am I supposed to do with all of this?" Vlad asked himself, staring at the large pit of Kryptonite capable of filling multiple warehouses.

Honestly, it was utterly useless to him.

[solelifauna]

GUYS THIS COMMENT FROM @silken-moons ON THE WEREWOLF AU HAS ME LOCKED IN.

silken-moons:

Wait....so what happened to Kon or Conner in this au ? Was he the one eaten since he was basically half human and kryptonian too assuming lex is human in this au too.

I am more than happy to elaborate.

Lex is a half-human half-werewolf hybrid like the reader. So Conner would be half-kryptonian and only a fourth werewolf. When Clark finds out about his existence he’s pissed (at first). Superman doesn’t hesitate before finding Luthor and melting his skull in with his laser vision. It’s quite the graphic scene, Conner unfortunately being there to witness it all.

Conner is pressed back into some crevice in Luthor's office, doing his best to calm his heart beat, stave off his on-coming panic attack, and pray that Superman won’t kill him. Clark of course finds him curled in on himself, hyperventilating, tears streaming down his teenage face.

Conner is blubbering, he thinks, trying to communicate some type of garbled “please” and “I’m sorry” and “don’t hurt me please”. Superman just critically eyes him before knocking the clone out. Now, in the beginning he was just planning on taking the clone to the Watch Tower to interrogate him and then kill him. Perhaps Jon would like the extra meat?

But after watching the clone wake up alone in one of the containment units, crying quietly to himself as he rocked back and forth, he started to feel a little bad. He thought back onto the way the clone had practically begged him for mercy through his own panic attack. He's read Lex Luthor's files on "Superboy", how this clone had no flight, was not invulnerable, and couldn't even throw out half of Clark's strength.

This clone was no threat, no, in fact he was a gift. Another Kryptonian (even if the clone was only half with human DNA in his mix). And even better, the clone boy had no ill intentions towards the JL, hell, the boy looked afraid that anyone even considered the idea. No, no, no, this boy, his boy, was so sweet.

From the way he leaned into Clarks palm when he caressed the sleeping boys face, to the way he clung to Clark and his approval like a touch starved puppy, Clark couldn't help himself. The only problem now was getting his Wife and Son on the same page. He knew werewolf customs, he knew what it meant for Conner (a name his new son had previously picked out).

It would probably be easier to convince Jon considering the poor kid's been wanting a sibling for a long time now (Jon is 8 right now, but still all the same crazy). Lois might take a bit more time, considering pack bonds and the human part of Conner. So with a heavy heart, he kisses his new baby goodnight, as he flies home for he night. Yes, its been a couple of weeks since Connors arrival and he still hasn't told his family. he plans to amend that today.

He expects growling and demands for flesh. he expects outrage from his wife, or even a calm cool collected "bring him to me". What he gets instead are demands from Lois to see Conner, her new son. Clark blinks in surprise before he's fumbling with his phone, opening up his camera role where has has a million new pictures of Conner. Lois only grabs his phone, cooing over the pictures with adoration in her eyes. Well, Clark is pleasantly surprised.

"You're not mad are you Lois?" Clark asks gently.

"Oh I'm not mad Smallville, I'm livid." She all but growls, a smile still etched on her face as she continues scrolling. "You knew about him for weeks, and didn't even bother letting me know. I had a son for weeks, and he's been by himself."

Clark winces. "I know Lois, I know. I just-I was just afraid that you wouldn't want him the way I do. That you'd rip him open, hell, even I considered it in the beginning!"

Lois looks up from his phone, a knowing smile, a soft one, on her face. "I know farm boy, I know. But its important that you remember we don't always kill and eat the weak. Sometimes, its nice to have something that you can love and take care of, something that relies on you and only you."

"is that what you have planned for Connor?"

"Of course. He's our son now, and after everything he's been through, its out job to keep him and Jon safe. Until he can prove himself capable, he's not leaving the den."

A content grin makes its way onto Clarks face. Oh how he loved his wife. "I wouldn't have it any other way Lois. I'll bring him here tomorrow. Now, lets go let our other little rascal know."

Lois smirks. "I agree. Lord knows he's been waiting to have a-"

"-I have a new brother!" Comes the familiar voice of Jon Kent, cutting his mother off in his excitement.

Clark raises his eyebrow fondly, feigning exasperation. "Did you listen in on our conversation Jonathan Samuel Lane-Kent?"

"Of course I did! Well-I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it! You said I have a brother and I wanna see him!" Jon all but whines.

"Well honey, dad said he'd bring him home tomorrow okay."

"Really!?"

"You betcha. But Jon, you have to be gentle with him okay? He doesn't know werewolf or Kryptonian customs okay?" His dad says.

"Okay, I promise i'll be gentle." Jon swears, nodding up and down.

Lois sighs fondly. "And its important to know that he is part human, do you know what that means?"

"Mhm! It means that he's not allowed out the den or the house, and that its our job to protect him 'cause he's weak." Jon repeats from his memory.

"Good job Jon! You're going to be the best brother, I just know you are." His mom says.

Jon preens under the praise.

He can't wait to meet his new brother!

~~~~~

The next day arrives slower than anyone would have liked.

The morning sunlight filters through the sky as Clark flies Conner to him penthouse in Metropolis, cradling the boy carefully as he slumbers. Conner stirs in his arms, eyes fluttering open, a brief panic flashing in them until he meets Clark’s calm gaze.

“Where-where are we?” Conner mumbles, clutching at Clark’s shirt with a grip that feels hesitant, almost reluctant.

“We’re going home,” Clark replies, a small smile on his face. “Your new home. Your family’s waiting for you, Conner.”

Conner’s eyes widen, his mouth opening as if to protest, but the words die on his lips. His gaze shifts away, and he nods mutely, not quite daring to believe that this “family” will truly accept him. He’s felt so disposable for so long; he almost can’t imagine what it’s like to be wanted.

The penthouse doors open, and Lois stands there, her sharp gaze softening the instant she sees Conner. She steps forward, reaching out a hand in a silent invitation. Conner hesitates, clinging to Clark a little tighter, and Clark gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, Conner,” he murmurs. “I'm here for you.”

With a slow, tentative step, Conner reaches out, letting Lois pull him into a gentle hug. Her arms are firm around him, warm but unyielding, a silent promise of protection, though he senses the fierce strength just below the surface. She smooths his hair with surprising gentleness, her voice soft as she whispers, “Welcome home, Conner.”

Conner relaxes, allowing himself to take a deep, shuddering breath. This feels strange. He's never really had a home before. Luthor's compound was last place he felt safe, let alone a place he'd call home. And that word, that feeling-safe. He isn’t sure he's ever felt it outside Superman, sorry, his Dad's arms.

And isn't that a crazy thing, he has a Dad now. Superman, Clark Kent was his Dad.

Jon, standing just a few steps away, is practically vibrating with excitement. When Lois finally releases Conner, Jon bounds over, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi! I’m Jon, your brother!�� He pauses, then adds, almost reverently, “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Conner blinks in surprise, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he mumbles, “I-thank you, Jon.”

Lois places a hand on Jon’s shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Remember what we talked about, Jon. Conner’s still adjusting. Be patient with him.”

Jon nods enthusiastically, but there’s a possessive glint in his eyes as he looks at Conner, a silent vow to protect his new brother from anything—or anyone—that might threaten him. Conner notices this look, a strange chill running down his spine, but he says nothing.

As the day unfolds, Conner tries to settle into this new life, though it feels almost too good to be true. Lois and Clark are attentive, constantly ensuring he’s comfortable, while Jon barely leaves his side, eager to show him every corner of the penthouse, as if staking his claim. Meals are filled with warmth and laughter, and yet Conner can’t shake the feeling of being watched, almost obsessively.

That night, as Conner lies in the bed they’ve prepared for him, he hears the soft creak of footsteps outside his door. It opens quietly, and Clark steps inside, his face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. He walks over to the bed, looking down at Conner with an intense, unreadable expression.

“You’re part of this family now, Conner,” Clark says quietly, brushing a hand over Conner’s forehead in a strangely tender gesture. “Nothing will take you from us. Not anyone. You’re ours, do you understand?”

Conner nods, his throat tightening, unable to find words. Clark’s gaze softens, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Conner’s forehead before turning and leaving the room, leaving Conner alone with a flurry of conflicted feelings. For the first time in his life, he feels wanted, cherished, trapped, as though he’s become a prized possession in a family he can never escape.

But, maybe, a small voice inside him whispers, he doesn’t want to escape at all.

Well folks, here's more lore on relationships outside of the Batfam. Let me know chat, am I cooking? New chap, out soon!

[trancylovecraft]

Headcanons for Yandere JD from Heathers the musical?

(HEATHERS) YANDERE! JD x READER: Headcannons

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BARISTA'S NOTE: Damn, If it wasn't for my girl Yuno then this bastard would be the poster boy of the yandere trope. tHIS SHITS CANON. FANDOM: Heathers the Musical

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Okay, JD, This maniac.

I headcannon JD to be an Obsessive, Possessive, Violent and perhaps even a bit Manipulative and Delusional.

Obsessive in the way that its.. Well, It's JD! After a life of moving from place to place after his mothers death, He's become lonely. So when you come into his life, Willing to cure that ailment, JD is instantly all over you. He's not really obsessive about you, But the idea of you if that makes sense.

Possessive in the way that it ties into the last point, You're his only source of social interaction. You're his only friend and JD is not going to let anyone take you from him. You're HIS, Not anyone elses.

Violent in the way that JD get's absolutely livid if you do try to leave him. I mean, He tried to blow up westerburg for fucks sake! He's unstable and will get real volatile if you do try to get away.

Manipulative in the way that JD plays to your emotions. He'll make you feel guilty over the people he's killed, He'll make you feel like shit for trying to leave. Perhaps he'll even get you to assist in these murders, JD loves you but you must understand that this is just how he shows his love!

And Delusional in the way he believes that the entire world is against him, That it's all evil. But not you, You're an angel! You're the good in-between all the dirt, That's why he loves you so much! You can do no wrong in his eyes, Even if you do get a little bit confused sometimes..

I can see JD falling in love with you in a few ways.

The first is where you're an outcast like him, A social loner who doesn't really have anyone to talk to at break times. You're nice but you're quiet, Keeping to yourself.

I can see JD latching onto you after a single interaction. Maybe he drops something and you pick it up for him, Maybe you lend him a pen during class. Either way, It's the single domino to the catastrophe that will come later.

The second way is where you're popular, Really popular. So much so that you're part of the Heathers. Maybe you and Chandler have a history and that's why you're with them, But either way you follow beside her as one of the queen bee's in school.

But you're not mean, You're kind. Maybe you welcome JD into the school once he joins, Maybe you just say hello to him in the halls everyday. And this is enough for him, He becomes infatuated with you.

I'm going to go with the second option.

So you're a heather, You go to parties, You date, You do all the stuff a heather is expected to do. But it's not your style, You're only with them because Chandler was your friend growing up and you were hot enough to stay with her in the group.

But you make do. You're nice to everyone you meet, That's more your speed. You lead the student council, You organise school events and you make sure everyone has a good-time.

It's a good change of pace from all the stuff that comes with The Heathers. You have a decent life and it's future is looking pretty bright, With your good grades and status as the student council leader, You're destined to get into a good college.

Until JD turns up at the school.

It's pretty rare to get a student show up half-way through the year, And it'd be a pretty stressful time too. So you make sure to search him out and welcome him in here with open arms, You would've wanted that if you were in his scenario at least.

So you search him out, Helps that you and him share a class together. And before the bell rings, You find him early in his seat just getting ready for class.

And you walk up to him despite his rather cold demeanour, You introduce yourself to JD anyways and ask him how his first day was.

And JD is shocked.

Someone as pretty and popular like you greeting him? And in such a kind way? JD is at a loss for words, He's not usually welcomed with such warmth on account of his "bad-boy demeanour" and tendency to avoid crowds.

So when you welcome him to the school, Ask him how he's settling in. JD can't help but answer with a witty remark as an instant way to try strike up conversation.

And even though it doesn't last long due to the bell ringing and you needing to sit down and do your work, JD certainly can't take his mind or his eyes off of you. Looking at you more than the work in front of him.

He's the kind of yandere that gets interested fast, Not needing a second interaction to spike his interest. JD can already tell that you're perfect, An angel in your own right. He doesn't need any more confirmation.

Afterwards, Yeah, He's hooked!

After that, JD starts to follow you around just far enough so that you don't notice him. In school or out of it, He's just got to know more.

He eventually learns where you live after he follows you home one day. He learns what you like, Who your friends are. Your favourite flavour, If you have any pets or whether you drink coffee or tea.

Its all so perfect to him.

You start to find little gifts in your locker, Maybe a box of your favourite treats or even a flower that you're particularly fond of.

You of course, Being a heather means that you get a lot of attention from both guys and gals so receiving these things in your locker is not uncommon. Therefore you just go about your day, Maybe eating the treats of placing the flower in a pot.

JD begins to get violent, His tendencies starting to kick up. Anyone else that tries to ask you out, Anyone that you may sleep with, Anyone that you even just talk to gets a beat-down from the man himself.

I mean, How dare they try touch you? JD is by no means deserving of you and he knows it, But that doesn't mean everyone else is entitled either.

JD certainly tries to hang out in spots where you usually go just for the chance of seeing you, To maybe start another conversation with you.

By now you've definetly heard of what JD's been doing. Beating people up, The rumours spreading around about him. It freaks you out, Especially since a lot of the victims were your friends.

So you avoid him, Not wanting to anger him.

You know that JD is probably troubled. He's outcast with low social skills, He's joined the school half-way during the year and he's violent. You've heard the type and realise he probably has some home issues.

But you're not an adult, You're not professionally trained. You're just trying to get through high school, So you have no way to help him. It's not like you could get him any help, Westerberg is not known for it's counselling and you're not his friend so you don't think it's right of you to find him some.

JD for one, Is irked.

He doesn't deserve you in the slightest. Among the filth, The cruelty and the evil of the world you are the angel above them. JD is no better than everyone else, But he's certainly trying his best to get your attention.

He knows he'd be good for you, He knows he'd be the only one who'd be able to keep you away from all the dirt.

JD just wished you'd listen.

So he's gonna make sure you hear him now.

It's a completely normal morning, One day when you walk into school you're instantly bombarded with the news of a body being found in the ditch by the school.

You're horrified as you learn it to be one of the people you talk to often, Sometimes before and after class and within the hallways.

Its even worse to know that the body was mangled so viciously that the police suspected that it was a wild animal like a cougar that got to him, All before figuring out that it was a murder.

More victims pop up over the next few days, More and more bodies pile up. You're terrified, Horrified as they all were people you very much knew.

The next few weeks are tense and distrustful amongst the student body. You as the student council leader should know, As the majority of your school events have been closed due to safety reasons.

Somehow the school has been kept open despite all the victims being apart of their student body. Something about education reasons, You remember one of your teachers saying something about being too far into the school year.

People don't walk alone in the halls, Everyone looks behind their back. Everyone is suspicious of everyone, Mostly because nobody knows if the culprit is one of them.

Parties have started to die down. Not the crazy blow-out ones that you and the rest of the heathers go to, No, The people hosting them are too stupid to do so. But the ones with more common sense decide to just stop until all of this is over.

More and more bodies start to appear, One per week was the current rate. There have even been bets in your school to see who would be next, People rounding up the money. Its disgusting, It horrifies you.

Students have been instructed to walk home in groups. You comply as you walk home with Duke, Chandler and McNamara. You wanna stay safe, You wanna make sure you and your friends get home safe.

All until one day you enter your room, Greeting your parents at the door and going upstairs to your quarters. You only see that your bedroom window is cracked open before you hear the scream of a door slamming shut.

You near get whiplash from looking around so quick, Eyes widening as you stare dead at the face of JD standing in your room Blocking the door.

You can barely scream before he is on you, A hand covering your mouth while another snakes around your waist to form a twisted mockery of a lovers hold. All the while he tells you "It's just him!" "It's gonna be fine."

It certainly will not. Keep in mind the only interaction you two had was months ago, The rest was him beating the shit out of your friends. So you're horrified when he talks to like he knows you..

Thats when the realisation hits you.

You instantly start kicking and screaming in a desperate attempt to get out of his hold. JD tries to calm you but you do not listen anymore, He is the murderer that was terrorising your town.

Once you bite his hand and it relents, You beg for him not to kill you. You cry and scream for your parents, For him to let you go, For you to live!

JD doesn't understand why you're struggling so much, He knows he's not worthy to even touch you but he shouldn't be viewed like this! He should be your knight in shining armour.

JD knows that the people surrounding you have made you like this, Which is why he grabs the nearest blunt object, A lampshade, And bashes it over your head.

You instantly fall unconcious, If not too woozy to know what the hell is going on. JD catches you before you fall to the ground, Almost seeing it as a romantic gesture.

By now the commotion has alerted your parents, So JD throws you over his shoulder and makes his way back out through the window. Neither of you seen, No witnesses found.

This starts the domestic stage.

You wake up within an abandoned cellar. Its dark, Dusty, Cold and grotty. Spiders being common, Other invertebrates even more so.

The only things in there consist of debree, A makeshift bed of old blankets, A small box containg your belongings (And ones you dont remember keeping) and spiderwebs.

You try to get out but the old trapdoor keeping you in was in suprisingly good condition, And you had no tools to help break it down.

Its only hours after you've given up trying to break down the door, Huddled in the corner with your old dirty clothing does he finally appear.

You found out that he's keeping you in some old abandoned building outside of town that he so happened to have the key for. JD tells you that its not permanent, That he'll take you back once you've realised how shoddy the world is.

You of course, Are strong-minded and refuse to play in. But you can't fight back, Can't escape so all you can do is bide your time..

JD still goes to school to avoid suspicion, Making sure that nothing leads back to him. The outside world has deemed you a body they've yet to find.

When he comes home he always brings you your food and sometimes he brings you a gift too (Something that may help you escape). He also brings you a bunch of spare clothes too.

You're unable to shower since there is no running water anywhere, Your only source of hydration being the pack of water bottles JD brought for you.

JD only comes to see you before and after school, Him going home to sleep and him being in school are the only times he's away from you.

Whenever he is with you though, He keeps rambling on and on about his own plans. How horrid the world is but how amazing you were, Almost worshipping.

He also likes for you to give him physical affection, Him laying his head on your lap is a big thing for him. He'll force you to accept it too, Despite profusely apologising the entire time.

If the topic of another man or woman you particularly like comes into play, JD will instantly darken and get violent. He doesn't like it when you bring up someone other than him, You're his angel, Not theirs.

JD is unstable and might even strike you across the face for this, Not in control of his own actions. But straight afterwards once he sees you crying on the floor in pain. He instantly goes into hundreds and hundreds of apologies, So very sorry for harming you.

He won't forgive himself either, How dare he lay a hand on you?

If you do ever give into him fully then you will be let out of the basement. JD will forge a plan that would make it seem that you were held hostage/attacked, Lost and dazed (Depending on how long you were in there). Westerberg's police, Being underfunded as they are will not look into it.

You'd probably get back to school with a shit-ton of empathy and the man who found you, Now boyfriend, Hanging on your arm with a triumphant grin.

The only way I see you escaping this is to do what Veronica should've done and drive the fuck over to Seattle, Change your name and general appearance and never show your face in Sherwood again.

However if JD does catch you then its going to be messy. This man's violent tendencies will go on overdrive, He'll scream, Cry and may even kill you out of sheer unstable anger.

Of course if he does, He'd never forgive himself. So much so that he'd feel like joining you..

Overall he's JD. Yandere posterboy. Good luck with him!

[gojuo]

this show went from aemond killing luke (who took out his eye) to purposely killing his brother, because of some drunken joke.

Aemond embarrassed him at the council by also speaking Valyrian fluently and Egg could barely complete a sentence, they were even!

kill a sibling and and not feeling the slightest bit of guilt He takes aegon's dagger and walks away casually as if it wasn't his full brother dying there) about it is something only the worst of the worst would do such as gregor clegane, euron greyjoy and ramsay bolton. it's sick..nothing like stannis and maekar who killed their brothers but had no happiness about it

even daemon targ didn't dare try to kill viserys wtf

we are doomed. we expected complexity between aegond and we received and we received an attempt at fratricide and regicide 😭

It's just not even remotely an interesting or compelling or sympathetic character arc or motivation to me, sorry. I didn't care for Aemond in the book, I loved him in the show out of spite, now I'm back to not caring about him bc this is just not the type of character whose development, whether it be a progression or a regression, I enjoy following. My bridges are burned 😬

Side note maybe but I've noticed how it's Daemon that's getting the sympathetic portrayal concerning his family over his narrative foil Aemond, which, in my opinion, is another aspect of the Greens Condal is taking away and giving to the Blacks that I've been harping on about in posts and tags everywhere lately.

The greatest of his rivals was Daemon Targaryen, the king’s ambitious, impetuous, moody younger brother.

Fire and Blood, p. 354.

As King Viserys had no living son, Daemon regarded himself as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, and coveted the title Prince of Dragonstone, which His Grace refused to grant him…but by the end of year 105 AC, he was known to his friends as the Prince of the City and to the smallfolk as Lord Flea Bottom. Though the king did not wish Daemon to succeed him, he remained fond of his younger brother, and was quick to forgive his many offenses.

Fire and Blood, p. 355

Thus did matters stand in King’s Landing late in the year 105 AC, when Queen Aemma was brought to bed in Maegor’s Holdfast and died whilst giving birth to the son that Viserys Targaryen had desired for so long. The boy (named Baelon, after the king’s father) survived her only by a day, leaving king and court bereft... save perhaps for Prince Daemon, who was observed in a brothel on the Street of Silk, making drunken japes with his highborn cronies about the “heir for a day.” When word of this got back to the king (legend says that it was the whore sitting in Daemon’s lap who informed on him, but evidence suggests it was actually one of his drinking companions, a captain in the gold cloaks eager for advancement), Viserys became livid. His Grace had finally had a surfeit of his ungrateful brother and his ambitions.

Fire and Blood, p. 359.

Prince Daemon was not amongst them, however. Furious at the king's decree [naming Rhaenyra heir], the prince quit King's Landing, resigning from the City Watch. He went first to Dragonstone, taking his paramour Mysaria with him upon the back of his dragon Caraxes, the lean red beast the smallfolk called the Blood Wyrm. There he remained for half a year, during which time he got Mysaria with child. When he learned that his concubine was pregnant, Prince Daemon presented her with a dragon's egg, but in this he again went too far and woke his brother's wroth. King Viserys commanded him to return the egg, send his whore away, and return to his lawful wife, or else be attained as a traitor. The prince obeyed, though with ill grace, dispatching Mysaria (eggless) back to Lys, whilst he himself flew to Runestone in the Vale and the unwelcome company of his "bronze bitch." But Mysaria lost her child during a storm on the narrow sea. When word reached Prince Daemon he spoke no syllable of grief, but his heart hardened against the king, his brother. Thereafter he spoke of King Viserys only with disdain, and began to brood day and night on the succession.

Fire and Blood, p. 360.

After Mysaria lost her unborn child, Daemon hated Viserys. He had no love for his brother anymore and began his grooming of an 8-year-old Rhaenyra to get closer to what his biggest wish in life was: the Iron Throne.

Notice how this is not him in the show but Aemond now? The bullying + brothel plotline to make him hate Aegon is not there in the book. In contrast, Aegon, Aemond and Daeron together actually hated the Strong bastards and none of them, especially not Aegon, were friends.

The sins of the fathers are oft visited on the sons, wise men have said; and so it is for the sins of mothers as well. The enmity between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra was passed on to their sons, and the queen’s three boys, the Princes Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron, grew to be bitter rivals of their Velaryon nephews, resentful of them for having stolen what they regarded as their birthright: the Iron Throne itself. Though all six boys attended the same feasts, balls, and revels, and sometimes trained together in the yard under the same master-at-arms and studied under the same maesters, this enforced closeness only served to feed their mutual mislike, rather than binding them together as brothers.

Fire and Blood, p. 377-378.

It was Viserys actually who hurt Aemond over being dragonless, NOT Aegon.

Only the middle son, Prince Aemond, remained dragonless, but His Grace had hopes of rectifying that, and had put forward the notion that perhaps the court might sojourn at Dragonstone after the funeral. A wealth of dragon’s eggs could be found beneath the Dragonmont, and several young hatchlings as well. Prince Aemond could have his choice, “if the lad is bold enough.” Even at ten, Aemond Targaryen did not lack for boldness. The king’s gibe stung, and he resolved not to wait for Dragonstone.

Fire and Blood, p. 380.

Aemond in the book was also never characterized as lusting after the throne like Daemon was. He's always been presented as a staunch supporter of Aegon's birthright.

One-eyed Prince Aemond, nineteen, was found in the armory, donning plate and mail for his morning practice in the castle yard. “Is Aegon king?” he asked Ser Willis Fell, “or must we kneel and kiss the old whore’s cunny?”

Fire and Blood, p. 397.

The greatest danger was deemed to be Storm’s End, for House Baratheon had always been staunch in support of the claims of Princess Rhaenys and her children. Though old Lord Boremund had died, his son Borros was even more belligerent than his father, and the lesser storm lords would surely follow wherever he led. “Then we must see that he leads them to our king,” Queen Alicent declared. Whereupon she sent for her second son. Thus it was not a raven who took flight for Storm’s End that day, but Vhagar, oldest and largest of the dragons of Westeros. On her back rode Prince Aemond Targaryen, with a sapphire in the place of his missing eye. “Your purpose is to win the hand of one of Lord Baratheon’s daughters,” his grandsire Ser Otto told him, before he flew. “Any of the four will do. Woo her and wed her, and Lord Borros will deliver the stormlands for your brother. Fail—” “I will not fail,” Prince Aemond blustered. “Aegon will have Storm’s End, and I will have this girl.”

Fire and Blood, p. 400.

“You must rule the realm now, until your brother is strong enough to take the crown again,” the King’s Hand told Prince Aemond. Nor did Ser Criston need to say it twice, writes Eustace. And so one-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer took up the iron-and-ruby crown of Aegon the Conqueror. “It looks better on me than it ever did on him,” the prince proclaimed. Yet Aemond did not assume the style of king, but named himself only Protector of the Realm and Prince Regent.

Fire and Blood, p. 437.

I know people like using this passage as evidence that Aemond wanted the crown, but this is the only sentence that insinuates such a thought in the entirety of F&B, and it then also gets shots down immediately in the next sentence after. People can yap about how Aemond knows he can’t do or say anything as long as Maelor is alive, but when this one sentence—which gets rebuked pronto anyway—is the only evidence you have for that headcanon vs. Daemon who in the text explicitly and repeatedly is said to want to throne and hate his brother, then it’s just not a supported notion in the text or subtext at all.

That “‘Tis I the younger brother who studies philosophy, history and swords etc. etc.” is also nowhere in the book. This second son complex is just a show invention that used to be Daemon’s in the book now given to Aemond in the show, because of course Condal wants Daemon to be far more sympathetic in the eyes of the audience through exploring his love and guilt towards his brother and Rhaenyra with the Harrenhal hallucinations, rather than Aemond, whose actions snowballed into Blood and Cheese and who has a far better character arc lying in wait if that love and guilt he feels towards his brother post-B&C had actually been his.

Show!Aemond is such a wasted character, really. They had so much potential in him becoming an unhinged, murderous psycho falling into impatiency (reason for leaving KL and Cole unprotected) and mania (reason for carpetbombing the Riverlands) because of the immeasurable guilt he feels for what his actions have caused his family (Kinslaying!! The greatest sin in Westeros!!! Blood and Cheese!! ASOIAF’s most atrocious event that kinda happened because of him a little bit!!!)... And yes, it’s not a justification but it’s a reason for why he would do such monstrous things in the book because that’s just how a young, 19-year-old, emotionally volatile, new-to-the-horrors-of-war Targaryen prince with access to nukes would act like once he’s wholly consumed by the guilt of Blood and Cheese and war and the failure at Rook’s Rest and his brother’s disability therefore he’d become unable to face his family anymore culminating in what’s basically his suicide above the God’s Eye... His obsession with facing Daemon could have been because he feels like he has to redeem himself towards his brother for kinda being the cause of Jaehaerys’ death... but Ryan Condal does not want the viewer’s focus to stay on Blood and Cheese or else that would mean negative feelings towards Daemon and Rhaenyra are validated, and also the Greens can’t love each other and care about each other or how else can Condal portray them as fuckups unworthy of positivity so that the viewer does not get attached to them or root for them? Blood and Cheese and Jaehaerys have practically been forgotten by the Greens and the show by now. Nobody cares anymore! How many times has anyone even said his name? Uggghhhhh.

That love and loyalty the Greens feel for each other was, of course, all propaganda 🙄 Daemon in the book got his somewhat redemption through saving Nettles at the cost of betraying Rhaenyra, so fuck Condal for switching him and Aemond around and fuck Condal for cutting Nettles in order to whitewash Rhaenyra some more. And then stealing the love and loyalty the Greens had to the family and giving it to the Blacks. Ugh.

[sunnynwanda]

Hi! Your writing is just amazing 🤘🏾 may I request a spicy hero x villain , with an EXTREMELY flirty villain. Perhaps giving off a "one night stand" sorta vibe? Idk whatever you're comfortable with. Thank you in advance!

Temptation

Part 2

Hero was livid. Rightfully so. Not only did the asshole of a villain they had the misery of working against attack on Christmas Eve, but they also had to do that on the only chance Hero had of company. They were Christmas carolling near the central square, for God's sake. There was nothing to gain from attacking them there. Or attacking at all.

And it's not like Villain even pursued anything - they were just determined to piss Hero off and ruin their holiday spirit to compensate for their own foul mood. Solely out of spite. So yes, Hero was seething. And Villain was going to regret provoking them.

They grab a garland light off the toppled tree and wrap it around Villain's wrists. They attempt to jerk away and free themselves, when Hero restricts their movements by twisting their arms behind their back and securing them before wrapping the rest of the garland down to their feet to completely immobilise them.

"Stay fucking still!" They growl through gritted teeth, tugging at the improvised chain a little too harshly.

"I like it a bit more gentle, baby," Villain murmurs under their breath, but when Hero smacks them, they start thrashing around like a fish out of water.

Hero picks Villain up, fighting the temptation to knock them out, and throws them over their shoulder. They wish the citizens happy holidays and depart with a heavy heart. Once they've dealt with Villain, there'll be nothing but an empty apartment and frozen pizza waiting for them. All because of the dumbass that keeps banging their tied fists at Hero's back, demanding attention.

"Stop." They order, only to be ignored. "I told you to stop, you absolute prick!"

Villain seizes their blows for a short moment before resuming again with a cheeky laugh. And Hero has had enough. They throw Villain off their shoulder, watching them land on the concrete floor of their apartment balcony. Normally, they would avoid bringing Villain to their own place. But, the agency was closed because every normal human being was supposed to be at home, celebrating with their families.

They land, turning Villain over face up and grasping their collar to pull them to a standing position. A strained breath escapes them from the force with which Hero slams their back against the wall. They hiss when their head makes contact with the rough surface.

"Now listen here, you miserable bastard," they start, anger sweeping over them.

Against their better judgement, Villain coughs out a laugh, only getting Hero more riled up.

"You sure I'm the miserable one here?"

This earns them a blow to the gut, but they can't even bend over properly because of their confines.

"Shut your mouth and listen to me," Hero snarls, no longer able to contain their aggravation. They don't even know why they are so mad at Villain specifically - poor-timed attack aside. It is perhaps their frustration getting the best of them, Villain just happened to cross their path at the wrong moment. "We have two options here."

Villain swallows, their throat tight, then nods. Something is off, and they can sense that. Usually, Hero was up for a little brawl. It was entertaining and never meant to inflict any significant harm. Same for today, Villain was sure the toppled tree was back in position with only one garland and a couple of ornaments missing. Worst case scenario, ten. Hero's rage was far from being equivalent to the damage done.

"You give us both a holiday break, or I leave you here tied up with this garland for the entire weekend," Hero's warning drags them out of their thoughts. But they wouldn't be who they are if they abandoned their plan that easily. Villain pulls their lower lip between their teeth and drags a finger over Hero's toned stomach, eyes lided.

"There's another option, too," they muse in a low voice. They know they are probably laying it on too thick, but they need to get the message across. And if this doesn't get Hero to relax, they don't know what will. With a crooked smile now adorning their face, Villain continues. "If you'd care to twitch your plan a bit, that is."

Hero stares at them with the most deadpan look they can muster. They despise the way their voice sounds hoarse when they finally speak. "How so?"

The sexual tension between them was insane - to a painful extent. It was evident from the very start, but they never succumbed to it and never showed any inclination to cave in. Or so they thought.

"Well, it'd go pretty much the same - you tie me up with the garland," Villain explains, squirming to illustrate their point. And free their arms. "Except, you stay, too, and get to do whatever you'd like to me."

"What?" Hero chokes out, incredulous at the shiver Villain's words send down their back. They are flabbergasted at how quickly they were ready to nod in agreement.

"Preferably for the entire weekend," Villain can't help the teasing tone and seeing Hero's reaction only prompts them to keep going. They gulp, voice heavy with arousal. "If you can handle me for that long."

"I..." Hero gapes at them, utterly at a loss for words. Their skin prickles with agitation when Villain offers them a suggestive wink.

"I'm damn sure that'll be your best Christmas yet."

Hero bites their lip to suppress a throaty groan, and Villain smirks, knowing full well they got them. They can feel the heat rising in their stomach when Hero looks up at them with darkened eyes. Their dilated irises lock onto Villain's when the question drops from their lips. Villain barely registers it, too occupied with the thoughts of that mouth on their skin.

"And what happens next?" Hero asks, barely restraining themselves from throwing every inhibition aside and ravaging them on the cold balcony of their apartment.

"Nothing," Villain squeezes out, their tongue sweeps out to wet their parted lips. Being bound up and at Hero's hands always did things to them they were not prepared to unravel, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go there. "We let the tension out of our systems and return to our usual fighting routine."

A part of Hero fears the weekend won't be enough to satiate their hunger, but it's worth a shot. At least they can get a taste of something they have craved for longer than they dare admit.

"You know you want me, darling." Villain chimes in, worming out of their chains and wrapping their arms around Hero's neck. "You can't hide it."

Without further thoughts, Hero crashes their lips in a searing kiss, picking them up with one arm while the other pushes the door open. Villain moans into their mouth, wrapping their legs around Hero's waist as they are carried into the apartment.

They don't know whether this is an incredible idea or a horrible mistake. It's up for debate whether this will end up as a one night stand with their nemesis or a beginning of something much more than that. They don't even know if it's anger or attraction that's fueling Hero's desire for them. If there is one thing Villain does know, it's that they won't be spending Christmas enveloped by the emptiness of their existence.

Part 2

Masterlist

Hi, darling!

Thank you so much for the request and kind words, I appreaciate that! I hope I managed to capture your idea in this snippet and that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

It's not as spicy, but there could always be a part 2, right? :D

xo Sunny

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[gabessquishytum]

So I've had this idea swimming in my head for a bit and I don't think I'm gonna do anything with it, so I'm throwing it at you!

Human AU where Hob owns a bar called The White Horse and while the bar is legit, some of the dealings that go on in it are...not so much. Perhaps a bit Mafia adjacent.

One day, the prettiest little thing walks into his bar, and Hob nearly throws him out because he just can't believe the Dream D'Endless is old enough to drink, but his license isn't faked (Hob would know), so after some grumbling, Hob lets him stay. He finds out that Dream is charming and funny, if not a bit of a brat.

One day, Dream shows up to the bar with a black eye. Hob tries to get the story out of him, but Dream refuses to say anything about it and demands either his usual order or he'll walk out. Hob doesn't budge. Dream leaves, and then eventually stops coming to the White Horse.

Hob's not concerned. He's not. But he starts looking into Dream a bit anyways, and he finds out Dream's a sugar baby for none other than corrupt businessman Roderick Burgess. Apparently, Roderick's penthouse condo wasn't too bar from The White Horse, and whenever he'd need to hold business meetings at home, he'd just kick Dream out and Dream would hang out at The White Horse until Roderick was done.

Hob's pretty sure he can guess what caused Dream's black eye, one of Burgess's business deals went south recently and Hob wouldn't put it past the cranky old man to take it out on his live in lover. He's also kind of pissed that Dream even agreed to be Roderick's sugar baby but he's not going to examine that jealousy too closely. He's now totally worried about Dream's safety, so he puts out some feelers with his information network, and lo and behold Dream hasn't left the condo in months but Roderick has.

Hob has a bad feeling about all of this so one night when he knows Roderick's going to be gone, he breaks into the condo and finds Dream tied up and naked, and also badly beaten. He frees Dream, and takes him back to his place, and whoops that starts off a turf war. How dare Hob take what rightfully belonged to Roderick Burgess? Hob doesn't care, he's livid on Dream's behalf, and he's more than ready to rain hell.

Dream's highly pissed off at Roderick too. After all, he did everything Roderick wanted him to, even after he'd blackmailed Dream into becoming his sugar baby, and he still had the gall to go and mistreat Dream. He's ready to offer up his body off to Hob to do with as he pleases if it means he'll finally be free of Roderick. Good thing Hob's already halfway in love already ;D

Ajsjdjfjsj yes!!! I love the idea that Hob is trying very hard to be a normal and upstanding citizen, and then Dream walks into his life... all bets are off, Hob will burn the world down for this beautiful man.

But Dream is frustrated to find that Hob is quite the gentleman! He doesn't touch or fondle Dream while nursing him back to health, he doesn't get frustrated when Dream flinches away from him, and he actually jumps out of the bed when Dream crawls in beside him one night, determined to "pay his dues". He sends Dream back to the guest room like a stern and disappointed teacher, which is... actually unfairly sexy of him.

And yes Hob is trying to be a gentleman, he actually is! But he also just has a lot on his plate right now... going to war with Burgess has taken a toll, and Hob has been running around to call in favours with old friends and protect his turf. He's pretty sure that Burgess is going to burn through his resources before anything serious happens, but Hob is still sleeping with a revolver under his pillow. He doesn’t want Dream to see that!

When Hob gets injured in a shootout (in which he also ends up kissing Burgess, yay), Dream flips the tables and nurses Hob back to health. Hob can't exactly protest when he's covered in kisses by the darling young man he's come to think of as his. And when he's better, Dream purrs something about wanting Hob to fuck the memory of Burgess away...

They do it for the first time up against the bar (the pub is closed for repairs after the shootout). Hob doesn't ask for ID this time. He knows that Dream has proved himself quite the man in the last few weeks, and he's going to be Hob’s man from now on <3

[beanibon]

vash and wolfwood when they're drunk AND jealous?

Drunk & Jealous Trigun Boy x Reader

TW: drinking & smoking, drunk behaviour, vomiting (Vash), Wolfwood getting a bit handsy

I coded this oddly 98/BLR versions, but Roberto is mentioned so feel free to translate however you wish!

When Vash drinks, he drinks. Not even Roberto can keep up with Humanoid Typhoon as he chugged pint after pint of beer, sighing in content as he slouched over the bar.

The poor guy had forgotten why he began downing alcohol like it was the end of the world, until your form appeared in the corner of his eye.

Your smile was addictive, even more beautiful in his drunken stupor. The way your shoulders bounced as you... laughed?

Vash raised his head slightly, oblivious to way his body protested the action, eyes squinted to catch what pulled such reactions from you. Wolfwood leant against the bar, cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he spoke, shirt unbuttoned just that one button more. The way you teased Wolfwood back, hand placed against his chest as you playfully shoved him away, had Vash pouting.

A bitter taste that overpowered the flavour of alcohol rose in his throat, coating his tastebuds as he watched the scene unfold. Hands forming fists as Wolfwood leaned in close, just that little more daring than before.

Without even realising he had moved, Vash slumped against the unaware priest, nonsense spilling from his lips. Wolfwood reacted fairly, struggling to claw the blonde off him while threatening to kick his ass.

The scene was extremely humorous, causing you to giggle. Such angelic sounds had Vash frozen, eyes lovesick as he drank up every noise you made, only to snap out of it when Wolfwood landed a punch to his jaw.

"Ow ow ow! That was uncalled for!" Vash cried, rubbing the swollen jaw.

"You asked for it, Needle Noggin." Wolfwood seethed, leaning back against the bar with a fresh cigarette. Vash witnessed as he passed you the lighter, shamelessly asking if you would do the honours.

Dignity thrown out the window at this point, Vash clung to your legs the moment that small flame flickered, eyes wide and begging. The way he was acting surprised you, face rubbing against your leg as you became unbalanced.

Thankfully Wolfwood caught you, scolding the blonde gunman once more. But the moment Nicholas stopped speaking, waiting for some kind of sign that Vash understood, his face turned a worrying shade of green. Both you and Wolfwood panicking as Vash emptied the contents of his stomach on the floor.

As expected you were kicked out. Wolfwood was livid, urging you to leave the borderline unconscious Vash on the side of the road, which you politely refused.

Hauling Vash to the hotel he had booked, you couldn't make sense of the nonsense he was mumbling. Every step he'd murmur something quiet, shifting his weight against you just that bit more.

It was weirdly strange, not to mention concerning. Perhaps he was trying to apologise? But what for? Sure you were kicked out because of him, but you couldn't find it in your heart to blame the poor guy.

Once inside the room, you awkwardly dropped Vash onto the bed, cringing at the way it creaked under his weight. As you were making sure everything was sorted for the next morning, Vash called for you, reaching out while making childish grabby hands at you.

You'd be lying if the sight didn't make you laugh, Vash could be incredibly sweet when he wanted to be. Obliging you sat besides him, giggling as this giant man child wrapped himself around you, nuzzling into your side.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled against your waist. "Wolfwood-"

"I know Vash, you were jealous weren't you?" The answer was obvious, Vash tended to act a fool when jealousy consumed him, and at times it took you a while to catch on. "You don't have to worry about me, I'd never leave my favourite gunman for a priest."

Vash could feel himself getting all giddy, warmth spreading all over his chest at your words. Sounds akin to purrs echoing inside the room as your fingers combed through his hair, humming as it lulled Vash to sleep.

Wolfwood tends not to over indulge in things such as alcohol consumption, but he will let loose once in a while, finding solace in a good drink. Besides drinking with company was his preferred option, and what better way to relax than alcohol poisoning and cards?

He was convinced Vash was cheating at this stage, throwing down yet another royal flush with a victory cheer. Damn blonde bastard was good after a few drinks, leaving Nicholas taking another shot of foul tequila at his loss.

The insurance girls were dutifully keeping score, simply enjoying the scene of Wolfwood losing his winning streak to a drunken Vash the Stampede.

As Meryl began shuffling the card deck once more, a sweet laugh brought his attention to you.

You were suppose to be ordering your coworkers drinks, yet it appeared someone had distracted you. The lawman had you enraptured in every word spoken, putting on ridiculous theatrics so your attention remained on him.

Wolfwood was focused on you despite the room constantly spinning, so he wasn't paying attention to the game, frustratingly losing once again due to his negligence. Vash once again rubbed it in, pouring him his next shot. Nicholas downed the foul liquid, grimacing as it burnt the back of his throat, coughing into his fist.

More drinks were placed before Meryl and Milly, the priest noticing that you'd finally broken away from the lawman, who watched you from his place at the bar. Once you approached Wolfwood, now back in charge of pouring the shots, he made sure everyone knew what was rightfully his.

The moment you bent over, carefully pouring the disgusting tequila into their respective shot glasses, Wolfwood cupped your ass. Relishing in the way you squeaked at his advances, spilling the alcohol onto the wooden bar table in your flustered state, his hand squeezed the soft flesh.

"Wo-Wolfwood!" The way you stuttered his name was satisfying, face red as he forced you onto his lap.

Vash childishly cheered, making embarrassing comments in regards your predicament. It had you hiding behind your hands, silently begging for your mentors to rescue you from the drunk, touchy priest. Yet both Meryl and Milly dared not get involved, flashing apologetic glances your way.

You stayed there for the remainder of the night, Wolfwood playfully towing reactions from you every chance he got, shooting smug glares towards the lawman who watched on. Yet he wasn't satisfied there, no Wolfwood needed to make it clear that no one else was allowed to touch you.

He purposefully lost, throwing his cards down in faux defeat. Yet as he reached for the glass of slightly tinted tequila, Wolfwood brought the glass to your lips, tipping the liquid into your mouth before smashing his lips against yours.

Everyone at the table gaped at the sight, Meryl dropping the pencil she used for scoring, Milly who sooned gasped in delight, and Vash staring on in complete shock.

Peeking from behind his shades, smirking against the kiss the moment that pathetic bastard left in an embarrassed rush. Only then was Wolfwood satiated from his drunken jealousy, releasing you to return to the game as if nothing happened. Leaving you in flustered, embarrassed state to make heads and tails of what just happened.

[aerkame]

Beautiful Dreamer

Inspired from the Kingdom Keepers series, something I keep coming back to year after year. And like the Alive AU, I will make this an AU as well to keep it separate from what could be canon mainly because we don't know enough about Welcome Home and I don't want anything to conflict with what is currently in it or what will come. As you'll probably see, I kind of see Wally as the victim here in a way, and while I do think Wally is the only puppet that's "alive" in Welcome Home, I'm going to add the other puppets in this because I feel like they need to be written more in fanfiction as well.

So, I present to you the Dream AU written for this Beautiful Dreamer series, please enjoy. PS: It's totally fine to request for the Dream AU like with the Alive one, I just made it for this fic specifically though.

Chapter I

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Drops of water softly kissed your felt skin as the rain kept pouring down. It seemed so real, unlike most dreams. This was different from the rest. You felt no lingering sensations of falling, floating, or hovering when you moved, just the ground beneath your 'feet'. Perhaps you were lucid dreaming once more? You closed your eyes trying to remember.

Every night it was the same dream that kept repeating itself, but with each night you felt like someone new when you slept. The first time you experienced this you saw yourself in the shoes of another, a leather blue mail carrier hat sat on your head, and your skin felt so soft and fuzzy, it felt so real. So uncanny.

The memory of the first occurrence faded as you felt the rain stop...dreams aren't supposed to have memories. This wasn't right.

"Well gee bud, you shouldn't be out here in the rain you know. You'll become a chili-dog in no time!"

You opened your eyes to look up. It hadn't stop raining, there was a giant plush looking blue dog with an umbrella standing just above you, a fever dream then. You don't recall being able to talk or hear anyone in dreams, or see anyone else in dreams this clearly.

"Huh?"

Your hand went to your mouth in shock. You spoke, you spoke so clearly and easily, and it wasn't a voice you recognized. Fear was beginning to nip at you, creeping into your sleepy conscious. This was too livid to be a dream.

The giant dog bent down a bit now frowning. "Eddie...are you okay there buddy? You're acting awfully strange today." A soft paw grasped your hand to help you up. Eddie? That's not your name, who...it clicked. You began to panic, feeling your...You couldn't feel a heartbeat, there was no heartbeat but you could feel yourself panic. You felt nothing. You jolted up onto your feet, scattering the soaked letters you didn't know you had next to you. This isn't your body, this isn't your-

"Ahh!"

The bed sheets flew across the room as you jumped from the bed, tripped, then fell to the floor with a loud 'thud'. "mph..."

You groaned getting up lazily, limbs still asleep and legs feeling like jelly. A dream. It was just another dream you assured yourself. That felt so real though. It was so...alive. These dreams were getting pretty intense, but just as you figured out it was a dream you'd wake up. This time was a bit different though, you were in someone else's body entirely. Or at least it felt like that. Should you see a doctor and get your brain checked out for a tumor, a concussion, or something? This was normal in dreams...right, maybe you were sick?

Taking in deep and shaky breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart and stop thinking so hard on it. You took your time feeling the cool wooden floorboards reminding yourself where you were, smelled the Earthy air from the rain last night, and felt your heartbeat slow to a calm pace. It's alright, it's okay. They're just dreams.

Slowly getting up, you made the bed before bee-lining to the bathroom, ready for the day to get started already. At least it was Saturday. You would rather not go to work after something so livid like that. Maybe you could go to the park later and skate for a bit to try and clear your head. Yeah that sounded good. And some nice tea from that tea shop next to the park. You bit into the toast slowly enjoying it, feeling the crunch and the softer textures with sweet honey butter spread across it.

By the time you were out the door with rollerblades hanging off your shoulders it was noon. The weather was perfect, most of the muddy puddles had dried, and the birds were singing happily. You heard the 'click' of the lock and finally left for the park, opting to just walk there since it was nice out.

You jogged a bit through the city until you saw the treeline of the park, only resting to get your skates on. There was quite a lot of people out now that the weather was calm, kids were having birthday parties, families visiting the playground with their kids, a few barbecues here and there, today is a good day. Checking that the skates were properly fitted, you pushed off from your right side, skating slowly until you got to a smoother path on the sidewalk. Once you felt comfortable, you sped up the pace until you could really feel the burn in your thighs.

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The room was dark, as usual. Cold, lonely, and desolate as a broken dull voice sang throughout the house. "Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee..." A soft creak here and there "Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed away.." A loud bang of the door sounded, followed by creaks. Two half-lidded eyes with a broken smile beneath them looked up to the only source of light through the window.

"Beautiful dreamer-" Silence "What's that?" Another creak, a squeak, and a groan. The eyes widened as the smile grew wider into a lively face, one of hope.

"Beautiful dreamer, won't you come by?" Please, we're so lonely...

Bit of a side note: While it is going to be mostly Wally x reader, this will be Everyone x reader. Not like romance, more like bordering on it but still platonic? (Not sure how to explain, but I'm sure it'll be more clear the more I write. They all just adore you really.) This chapter was shorter than I thought it'd be but it's just the first one so far! And what was Home talking about? Why you of course! Or was it about Eddie acting weird today? Wait how did Home already know of your short visit through Eddie?

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Hey hey! Limbless here, figured since you're doing Halloween prompts i would share my sheet ghost au idea. Gotta be honest it was made for shipping in mind and the idea of it being with Damian won't leave my mind.

Ghosts have started sweeping through Gotham, maybe following their prince, or because Amity has become too dangerous. Far too many living people have the ability to disintegrate a ghost to be comfortable over there.

So when Damian starts claiming that he's seeing a sheet ghost (which looks nothing like the other ghosts they've been encountering so far), the rest of the batfam think the little bird is too stressed and seeing things because of it. He gets benched for a bit until things mellow out a bit, which he is absolutely LIVID about.

Danny (the sheet ghost) gets worried and starts looking for his little birdy friend. Because of this he stops being as careful about not being seen and Jason is the one that sees him next.

Shenanigans (and perhaps some tentative hand holding) ensues

(the whole thing with the sheet started as a joke, then Danny became reliant on it to hide the scars from his death. It'll take a long while for him to get comfortable enough to even show his hands)

Omg this is from October? Has this really been sitting in my asks for so long? Its the 15th of December now. Omg I'm so sorry.

But I love this, it has angst, it has comedy, it had deadserious, it has a sheet ghost. Truly everything in one prompt. I love it.

Also the idea that ghosts are just casually following thier prince/king whether he wants them to or not is hilarious. He has en entire court that kinda just appointed themselves and take care of him/ use him to practice thier obsession, like those two tailor sisters that keep dragging him (and now dami) off to have outfits made for them.

Danny and Dami have had to escape together many times at this point but dami at least likes the clothes.

[thecampjuicebox]

My goodness, I'm about to walk away from this lookin' like a blood drunk Astarion!

Also "Warped in a Bow" Part 2, pleeeeeaaassse! I want that so badly!

*Warning: Messy Essay Incoming*

"Tav demonstrating why she was so hard to catch by subduing a fiendish assassin that snuck into the House of Hope (and probably ended up interrupting another bang session), despite her being without weapons or armor, by essentially using the silk or chain as a garrote wire on the attacker..."

"If anything, I think this kind of information would fuel Raphael’s fires. Turn him on to an unreasonable degree."

Oh, I think Raphael would first be livid that there is an intruder in his house and that his steamy times got interrupted; especially since we all know that he likes to bottom and seeing Tav nakedly assert dominance over a cur would probably make him even more hot and bothered (especially if your description of him seeing Tav crush a foe's head with their thighs is any indication 👀), but he can't *ahem* act on any of that excitement yet because he has to deal with the whole assassin thing first.

Haarlep might initially be mildly miffed that the bang session got interrupted, but would quickly get over it because I think the incubus would probably be able to pick up that the interjection of this naughty little assassin didn't kill the mood (you see what I did there? did you see what I-) but at worst only put it on pause for a bit, plus Haarlep would also find the sight of the all but naked Tav dominating this naughty little interloper to be extremely enticing (again, if your take on Haarlep seeing Tav deliver 'death by thighs' is anything to go by).

I can just picture things getting steamy again between the three before Tav suddenly perks up. Then, before either fiend can figure out what is happening, she is suddenly across the room with a devil struggling beneath her. Haarlep recovers first, slides off the bed and begins slinking around Tav and the pinned would-be assassin all 'Well, well, well~ What do we have here?' maybe even mocking/menacing the assassin by saying something like 'I don't see why you're being so feisty. I'd kill to switch places with you right now~ What do you think, Raphael?' Meanwhile Raphael is trying to think clearly and deal with the assassin situation while lust, fury, and perhaps a bit of amusement are all engaging in a full on kaiju level brawl for dominance in his brain.

Yes, yes, yes, and YES! I'm so happy you applied their reactions to Tav crushing someone's head to this, because I think they'd both just be so.. HNNNNNG at the sight of Tav absolutely destroying an intruder. Poor Raphael wouldn't have the wherewithal to even react before Tav has the intruder in a choke hold, arms restrained behind their back. Assassin where? Not on Tav's watch. I'm giggling at the idea of Haarlep just mocking them, too. "Awe, looks like someone is a little stuck, hm?" "If your boss happens to come calling, I'll make sure to let them know you're a little.. Tied up." AHHHHHHHHHHHHH And all the while Raphael is just "fuck fucking fuck shit fuck gods damned interruptions I'll kill them, I'll burn them, fuck" And Tav is using her normal alluring tactics to subdue the writhing interloper in her grasp. What a pathetic little display.

My brain automatically moves to.. Tav slitting their throat, covered in blood, and that just DOES THE DEVIL IN. That's it. He doesn't even mind the mess, he's just so enthralled with the way Tav looks all dirty and probably a lil sweaty from the struggle. eroghbvwe;roiughbqlweirug Let me not give TOO MUCH away

"Wrapped With a Bow" part 2 coming VERY SOON! Thank you for your essay, I will absolutely take these ideas into account (especially because you see things the same way that I do) 💕

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An Oath of Feelings - Part 3

A/N: because @celestesinsight suggested Vanathi not giving in easily and I fell in love with the idea 💡

Arulmozhi didn't expect things to turn out this way when he imagined how his oath taking would go. Not only did he managed to shock the formidable Ilaiya Piratti and Vana Clan Ilavarase but only caused Vanathi to lose consciousness with his decision which was now making him second guess his words. Is there any confusion or misunderstanding? How can he express his true feelings without any more false interpretation? He was thus sitting in his chamber, mind burdened with all such thoughts that he failed to see Vanthiyathevan enter.

" Ilavarase "

Arulmozhi was relieved to see him, " Vanthiyar, good thing you have come. How's she? "

"Kodumbalur Ilavarasi is doing fine now. The physician has diagnosed that she must have fainted due to exhaustion. She is sleeping now but I wouldn't advise you visiting her as your Akka is livid. Actually I wouldn't advise anyone to go near her now." Vanthiyathevan said, musing on how scary Kundavai can get when she is angry.

"But I have to talk to Vanathi. I strongly believe there is a misunderstanding between us." Arulmozhi replied, exhausted with the recent happenings.

"Ilavarase, where words fail, actions can create miracles " Vanthiyathevan said with a mischievous smile.

Arulmozhi looked at him with mild curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Vanthiyathevan sighed and asked " Let us imagine a situation where Ilavarasi Vanathi is not letting you visit her. What do you do?"

"I go back to my chamber and wait for another opportunity to see her" Arulmozhi believed he gave the best answer showing his gentleman behaviour but one look at Vanthiyathevan's disappointed face and he knew he gave the wrong answer.

"No no" Vanthiyathevan placed a hand on Arulmozhi's shoulder. " If the door is not opened for you, the window will surely give you access" He said with a smirk.

"Are you suggesting I break in through the window into her chamber?" Arulmozhi was appalled.

"Why not? I sometimes climb the window to your Akka's chamber when she shuts the door in my face. Usually it's because she gets mad that I flirted with some other noble lady but like I always tell her - I may appreciate another because I am a devotee of beauty but she will always be the queen of my heart" Vanthiyathevan shrugged, not noticing his new-found friend looking at him with a dumbfound expression.

"What?" Arulmozhi felt he himself is going to faint with all this new information.

It was then that Vanthiyathevan realised that perhaps he had shared a bit too much. " Ummm...forget what I said just now. What matters is that you should prove your feelings for the Kodumbalur Ilavarasi through your actions. That will surely make her realise your love"

Arulmozhi nooded. Just then a servant came to inform that Kodumbalur Ilavarasi has regained consciousness. Sharing a smile with Vanthiyathevan, he quickly started walking to Vanathi's chamber.

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"What are you doing here, Thambi?" Kundavai's hard voice made Arulmozhi shudder for a moment.

"Akka, I'm here to see Vanathi"

"No" pat came the answer without any hesitation.

"No?"

"Whatever was your intention behind your decision, I'll listen to you when I'm in a better mood. Until then I'll not let you sadden her more. " With that she closed the door, leaving him in the hallway.

Distraught. Disappointment. What will he do now? Suddenly Vanthiyathevan's words rang out in his mind.

Desparate times call for desparate measures he thought The window it is then

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Arulmozhi casually strolled to the gardens in hopes of not attracting any unwanted attention. He reached the gardens and looked around. Vanathi's chamber was 3rd one from the right and there was a mango tree, strong enough to support his weight and tall enough to reach his destination, with branches conveniently leaning towards it. And luck must be on his side because the window to the chamber was also opened. Without further thought he tied his angavastram to his waist and started climbing the tree. There were a couple of times he thought he would slip down, the thought of having to explain why he was climbing a tree in the middle of the night was too much to ponder on. Oh! the things I have to do in the name of love, he thought as he got hold of the branch leaning into the chamber window and hoisted himself up. He used the branch as a support before being empowered by adrenaline to jump into the chamber, falling in with a thud. He was sure he made quite a noise and cursed himself for his recklessness. But taking in the surroundings, he was sure he had been in this chamber before - the arrangement of the furniture, the Veena placed on the side of the settee, the -

"Thambi?"

With a cruel twist of fate there stood his sister before him, complete shock etched on her face. He opened his mouth and closed it immediately as he didn't knew what to say. Kundavai looked at him, then at the window behind him, then back at him slowly an expression of frustration forming on her face.

"Please don't tell me you got in through the window"

Maybe the answer was clearly seen in his demeanor because she quickly started hissing " I am definitely sure Vanthiyathevan must be behind this. God knows what else he is teaching you" She reached for the door of the chamber, " Now get out! This is my chamber. Vanathi's is next door" then her expression changed to one of mockery and amusement"I think you miscalculated"

Arulmozhi wished the Earth would split up and swallow him whole. He couldn't imagine how he would survive the teasing that Kundavai and Vanthiyathevan would lay on him later. He was jolted from his embarrassment by Kundavai's voice again, the look of frustration back on her face. " If you try to pull any more of these stunts I'll be throwing both you and Vanthiyathevan out of the palace for the rest of the night"

He mumbled a "Yes Akka" and walked back to his chamber, wishing this was all a dream and that relieved no one else was present to witness his mishap.

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The next morning

Vanathi opened her eyes to the sound of chirping birds and stretched her arms. Maybe she slept a little longer than usual because she could see the sun had already risen and warm light spreading the room. A servant girl came in just then"Ilavarasi, Ponniyin Selvan is here to see you"

She smiled at the thought of her yaanai pagan coming to see her but almost immediately it was replaced by the taunts she have heard from various sources about her marrying him for the throne and his disregard of her oath.

"Tell him I'm still sleeping" she said turning to the side, hiding her tears from the servant, "and start packing. We leave as soon as I recover"

To be continued....

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Imagine Peter Lorre in "Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse"

...for, alas, we can only imagine it, thanks to a screaming fit by a bloviating arse.

From "The Lost One: A Life of Peter Lorre" by Stephen D. Youngkin:

In late 1943 Warner Bros. decided that the hugely popular Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse (1938) might enjoy a repeat success. The studio assigned producer Wolfgang Reinhardt and writers Alvah Bessie and German émigré Leonhard Frank to update the story of a doctor whose research into the physiological reactions of criminals leads him into a life of crime. The availability of Peter Lorre and Sydney Greenstreet gave the writers an idea for an “interesting (and pathetic)” twist. As Clitterhouse, Greenstreet would be in love with a young girl who treats him 'like a dog,' but feigns affection in exchange for expensive gifts. "We added some new characters and cast Peter Lorre in the role of a feebleminded gangster called Willie the Weeper," wrote Bessie in his autobiography, Inquisition into Eden, "who was constantly trying to snitch Greenstreet’s whisky, so that Greenstreet would whack him on the back of the hand with a ruler and roar, ‘Whisky’s not for children!’—and Willie would weep." Five or six weeks later, they showed their treatment to Reinhardt, who gave it an enthusiastic nod. Audiences would never remember where they had seen it all before. At a story conference, however, Steve Trilling [casting director-turned-personal assistant-to-Jack-Warner] threw a screaming fit. "Greenstreet in love with a young girl?" he raged. "That’s disgusting!" Bessie explained they were going for the pathos in the situation, but Trilling said audiences would laugh it off the screen. "Now look! We’re going to remake The Amazing Dr. Clitterhouse," he exploded. "It was a very successful picture. It made a lot of money. . . . I want exactly the same picture—word for word!" Bessie and Frank went back to work, writing a treatment that differed only slightly from the original screenplay. Trilling was livid. If he had wanted the same picture, he screamed, he would have re-released the original picture. "I don’t want to make a picture about a crazy man!" he finally bellowed. "Forget it!" He assigned the project to two other writers, who resurrected Bessie and Frank’s original treatment, only to have it shelved for good.

. . . I've had bosses like Trilling. They are insufferable, incurable, and should be given a Very Important Job away from actual people.

And poor Sydney Greenstreet by proxy. Why couldn't he play a character in love with a woman younger than himself? (I am hopefully correctly translating 1940s parlance of "young girl".) He'd play it impeccably and with dignity despite the pathos.

To say nothing of what dear Peter Lorre would have infused Willie the Weeper with! I'm picturing aspects of Galy Gay, Louie Montreau, Polo, Colonel Gimpy...and flashes of the manic General, and perhaps even the Baron, just a bit, just enough to show Willie is a survivor, and isn't all he seems.

[pocketmania]

hello!!! 🍊anon here, it’s been quite a bit since I last left a request, hope you’ve been well!!

if it isn’t too much to ask, could I perchance request a Marie x Chubby Amab Reader (who uses any pronouns :3) trying to find ways to stay warm during a snowstorm? Perhaps with kisses too? It ain’t a me request if there isn’t kisses haha. That’s all!!! Hope you’re having a good day/night!! :D

Aaaaa hello hello 🍊 anon!! I'm doing great, I hope you've been well too! It definitely has been a while lol ^^

I can definitely do that! Your requests are always so fun to write about. ^^ And, as always, it's never too much to ask ✨️

now onto the thingy

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(🎨🔫💏☁️) - splatoon fluff

(reader type) - AMAB / gender neutral

(‼️warnings) - none ✨️

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You shivered, stared out of the window, and sighed. Unfortunately, Inkopolis wasn't immune to cold weather, and you were plunged in a snowstorm. Everything was now practically painted white, and you almost couldn't see out of the window. The entire outer frame of the window was covered in nothing but ice.

"It was pretty dumb to go out in this weather," Marie stated. She tossed a blanket over you and handed you a cup of cocoa. You rolled your eyes and wrapped yourself in the blanket before taking the cocoa. "Worth it." You said before taking a sip and then realizing it was still really hot.

You had promised Marie that you were to see her today. You even had an entire date planned out. However, the weather had canceled your plans and made it almost impossible to do anything outside. But, that evidently didn't stop you from, at least, making your way over to her apartment.

When she saw you had come all the way here in the cold, freezing your arms and legs off, she was mad, almost livid. She scolded you but beckoned you inside anyway. Marie made you sit on the couch (and didn't let you get up) while she made you a hot drink to warm you up.

Marie plopped down right next to you onto the couch. "We could've just rescheduled to another date, y'know." You blew on your drink this time before taking a sip. "Yeahh, but the date was supposed to be today, and you know a bit of cold won't stop me." She didn't have a response this time. She just rolled her eyes and leaned on you.

"You still cold?" She asked, feeling your shoulder and then your face. You nodded. Despite the help of the blanket and the hot cocoa, you were still freezing. It didn't help that the clothes you were previously in weren't prepared for snowstorm-type-of-cold.

Marie looked at you for a moment. All of a sudden, she got into your blanket and wrapped her arms around you. "Damn, you are cold." She smirked and cocked an eyebrow. You were taken aback by the sudden gesture of affection, but you quickly welcomed it.

Marie then kissed your cheek a couple of times. "I really appreciate you coming out here when you didn't have to," she said in between smooches. "But don't ever risk your life for me again, okay?" You pulled away from her kisses just to speak. "Whatever, mom."

She rolled her eyes and kissed you on the mouth this time. You smiled into the kiss. You and your heart definitely felt warmer after that. The atmosphere seemed perfectly still and quiet, which meant it was a great environment to fall asleep in.

Marie fell asleep on your chest with you resting your chin on her head. Man, if almost getting frostbite was what it took to do this, you would choose it every time.

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[the-toskaverse]

Hello it's @clone-anon and no worries on multiple asks. Things have really slowed down lately so I don't have as many to fulfill. I tried my best based on what you sent. Here is Wolffe x Padawan!Reader (platonic). Also this got long, so apologies. I don't know how to make it shorter.

You darted through battle on your trusty ship, half a dozen troopers in tow. Master Plo and Wolffe were already on the command ship and waiting for you and then men to return so you could all leave.

"We must go now," Master Plo urged over comms.

"Not yet," you replied. "I can destroy this last ship. I can wipe them out!"

"Now is not the time to show off, young one" Plo replied. "The battle is won and you are taking a great risk."

You ignored him and darted through the wreckage of already destroyed ships, focusing solely on the one Separatist vessel that remained in operation. Barely managing to avoid their fire, you took your shot and destroyed the ship much to the cheers of the shinies watching over your shoulder. You comm'd Master Plo and Commander Wolffe with a joyful "let's get out of here" and you all returned to Coruscant.

Once you got back, however, you were greeted with a stern look from your master and an angry Wolffe. Master Yoda had arrived and for a moment you thought perhaps he was there to congratulate you.

"Patience," Master Yoda said. "And listening must you work on." He walked away without another word. Master Plo would have had words with you, but he said you would speak the next day and let Wolffe do the talking.

"How could you do that?" Wolffe was livid.

"Do what?" Your heart sank. You only wanted to destroy as many of the enemy as you could.

"You knew the battle was won," Wolffe gritted. "You had men on board your ship and all of you could have been lost. I am responsible for each of my men and when General Plo gives an order, you should obey it. Did you even notice that the reason you succeeded was because we offered you cover fire? You would have died out there, all of you!"

You looked down at your feet. No, you hadn't noticed. You'd been caught up in being a hero.

"Those shinies who were with you," Wolffe added, starting to even his tone, "they might have thought it was good work, but they have a lot to learn too. You can't just go full-speed ahead without realizing there are lives at stake. There are always lives at stake."

You were both silent for some time. You finally looked up at him and Wolffe had misty eyes to match your own.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I don't know what else to say."

Wolffe shook his head. "I know. I just... I care about you and each of my men. The risk you took could have ended so tragically and I don't want to lose anyone else."

You nodded. You were a bit surprised that after all that, he still pulled you in for a hug. Even though things could have gone disastrously, they hadn't and you lived another day to learn an important lesson.

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I think my heart stoped, you never disappoint!