#if there's any typos i dont care

[t4tails]

wanted to ask this earlier but i forgot: would you want (onesided) riddlebat to ever become canon or would you rather it just stay the way it is now?

RAAAGHH. i would love for it to be canon. its already been heavily implied, and not in the psychosexual way that the joker gets, so i dont think itd be that much of a leap. they dont need to actually change anything in order to confirm there is a romantic and/or sexual angle to his anti-batman activities. hell, they dont even have to confirm that edward himself is aware of it. im not picky

[piningpercussionist]

Thinking about her....

[ellisimis]

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[ghastbutlikegay]

My biggest struggle in life is being a mythicalswamp liker who doesnt like reading them as romantic

[auuwmk]

I just noticed i made a typo in my recent kdj doodle post im gonna end myself

[vanoefucks]

ok u want some for el u get some for el! for good, friendship, past, exit, first, future (sorry i rly like the last ones oops jksfhksjfas)

thank u browse!!

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

It would probably be Roe!! They met a couple of years prior to the events of the game and she is one of his few close friends. The two met at his father's estate one night when el was storming out of the place. El had just decided to cut off all ties with his father & was dealing with a lot and Roe was able to keep him afloat. She's the one person to know who his father is and stayed with him as he tried to rebuild his life after he broke things off with his buisness partner. If he hadn't met Roe El would've fucked off to the forest where he grew up and found himself living a very isolated life that he probably wouldn't have wanted to continue so he owes her a lot. more than that though the two get on well and for once he hs a friend that isn't worried about using him for gold or his connections seeing as she has enough of her own. when they're reunited it lifts his mood a ton and gives him another reason to get the job done

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

El is a good friend to those who earn it! He protects those he cares for and will do almost anything for the people he calls a friend but he's learnt the hard way that he can be too quick to trust. He's often loyal to a fault which is something he learned the hard way and has fallen victim to his friend's own ambitions in the past, enabling them to take advantage of him. He would've called the inner circle of his crew true friends until they betrayed him for some coin and power but now he has Roe & Brandy As the game goes on he slowly becomes cloest with Astarion + Shadowheart. he puts up a shield and lets the others think that they know the real him, the others aren't privy to his whole story until they reach the city.

Past: Does your OC have any past partners? How did the relationship(s) end? Are any of their exes still in their life, and if so, do they get along?

he has one (loser)! Zyl who was the brother of his ex buisness partner (Vana) . The guardian takes a form similar to the both of them as they were twins. (this wasnt fun for el to see and is very ??? to think abt when u remember el fucks the emperor in this form)

The two kept their relationship secret and somehow did for almost a decade, not wanting to complicate work but in the end it fell apart when El was betrayed. he only knew who to blame thanks to Zyl who told him and gave him info on where to find Vana. They broke up around 2 years prior to the game & as far as El knows Zyl is still somewhere in the city.

Exit: Has your OC ever had someone important leave their life in a way that was unremarkable, unintentional, or clumsy? How do they feel about it? Is there any chance they'll meet again?

Think this can be about Zyl again. Their breakup was a very quick thing. The moment Zyl told El that Vana was the one who framed him Zyl asked if it was the end of them. El said yes and left soon after that. El never tried to go looking for him after they said their goodbyes and saw him as a part of a time in his life he wanted to be over. El doesn't hold many negative feelings for Zyl but merely sees it as something that wasn't meant to work out. He realised that he didn't even really fight to keep the relationship going. It was just something that was never going to last. I might have them meet again once the group reach the city but there are others el's going to reunite with first.

First: Has your OC ever been the one to leave first? Why did they go, and who did they leave behind? Do they regret it?

The day El was taken by the mindflayers he had left Roe after an arugment. it was their biggest fight since meeting and the first time el had left something unresolved between them. it started over nothing and blew up into a huge fight that had both of them throwing things. at one point Roe used magic and El said enough was enough and left Roe's estate without another word. El didn't even get time to think about the fight until he had crashed on the beach. he spent most of his downtime over the next few days worrying about Roe and if she was safe as he was taken close to her house. it made him watch his temper but didn't stop him from snapping at the group when he got wound up. He doesnt enjoy being angry and if possible gets it out through fighting but when hes pushed over the edge its nasty and he tends to run before he does something he cant fix.

Future: Is there anyone your OC is looking forward to meeting or to seeing again? Who? What might that meeting or reunion look like?

He wants to see Brandy again. especially after finding out more about shadowheart & the shar scene in the city. as far as he knows she's still in the city but he'll end up finding her at last light. Brandy actively tries to sabotage their attempts at fixing the land surrounding moonrise and after shadowheart spares Aylin, Brandy leaves the group. El doesnt find her again until the confrontation at the sharran cloister. He also wants to pay his father a visit. because with his amount of near death experiences hes done with letting what his fathers done to him slide. at the very least he wants to have a go at the man. its not gonna go well!!

[jupiter-reimagined]

I can reread my own works so many times and not even see a typo until like weeks later. And it's so embarrassing because I'll just be rereading a drabble I made for one of the 141 x Reader stuff and then I'll see it and realize how many people have reblogged the drabble with the typo.

GOD.. YEAH. it happens all the time for me with captions on the art blog, because apparently thats where my english goes to die

[b0mblover]

is sorbet icecream?

By: J

i uh, kinda lost motivation at the end, so this is short as fuck.

buuut whatever, only like. 2 ppl will see this anyways

(im so sorry)

Lopt and mason were sneaking out of the building. it wouldn’t excatly matter too much if they were to grt caught, but, well- homophobia was rampent in the government, even if they werent “dating” two men going and getting something to eat together was seen as taboo.

Lopt said that this was masons “payment” for the files he was shown, though mason had a good feeling that was just an excuse.

walking down the street, lopts arm draped over masons shoulders, the warmth of another human(oids) body felt quit nice compared to the crisp autumn winds. 

lopt inhaled, 

“hey~ you uh, brought youre wallet. right dear~?”

he dragged out the ‘r’ on dear, attempting to be semi quite.

“i- what!? you just said i had to go! not pay!” 

mason annunciated some of his words, though never shouting as to not draw attention, they were getting looks already. 

it was around 5 pm so there was a fair number of people going home, from work, school, it didnt matter to either of them, all they cared about was their so called “Rendezvous” (although mason didnt see a reason in calling it that considering they were /already/ with each other opposed to meeting up somewhere-) 

after around 25 minutes of walking there seemed to be less people on the streets.

a pink haired teen here, a turquoise haired drug addict there, a red haired ghost- they felt alone enough to speak to one another.

“so” mason started in

“why did you let me see those files, for the price of buying you icecream?”

“i- oh no dear, i was just kidding about your wallet, i know freelance doesnt pay that much~”

“i-“ mason stammered

“first of all, im payed fine thank you very much. second of all, answer my question”

“ah-ah- whatever you say dear~ and to answer you, -does it matter? i mean truthfully- why does anyone do anything? you couldve easily manipulated me, hell you couldve gotten into my office without me ever knowing. but you never tried”

lopt shrugged at the end of his statment.

mason paused his walking a minute.

thinking of what his partner had just said.

“ahh- now dont be like that, just- focus on what icecream youre gonna get okay?”

lopt knew he wasnt really “good” at cheering anyone up.

-he felt slightly insecure about it-

mason sighed, mentally saving the idea for later, he knew lopt was correct, he wasnt gonna get anywhere overthinking it right now, 

—————

sitting on a random bench in a desolate playground,

they ate their icecream in silence, though, at least to mason it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

(i do not understand if sorbet is like. icecream or its own thing so 🤷)

mason had decided on lemom sorbet while lopt settled for chocolate icecream. even though it was cool out, it still was nice.

they threw away the cups they had ate out of before turning around to go home.

“hey would you care if i came home with you?”

mason, shockingly in a good mood, agreed, though knowing that this was a horrible idea.

[merp3400-blog]

New Years Resolutions maybe?

I've never really tried New Years resolutions because I have crippling depression and am chronically demotivated so I just thought that they weren't for me. I've had to get on SSRI's recently and it's been weird time to say the least. I love that they make me feel like I don't want to die but I also feel guilty about relying on them without working on myself because that's the trap I've fallen into. These tablets don't give me superpowers, I'm still extremely demotivated and have many existential crises. I decided I want to start chipping away at this problem, slowly but surely. For that, I've come up with a list of things that I want to work on and/or remind myself of constantly. Welcome to ep 1 of "Merp is doing their best please be nice to them" (In no particular order) :

Learn to voice disagreement

Stop thinking about what you think other people will think of you

Learn to be proud of and appreciate yourself for things unrelated to your academics

Try your best at everything

a) Learn to motivate yourself and b) Learn to do things even if you aren't motivated

Take care of your self and your physical health

Honorary mentions:

Always think about the motives behind your goals, push yourself for the right reasons

I'm going to go on to explain the reasoning behind each goal, you can read it if you feel like but this is here just as a reminder for me!

Learning to voice disagreement is the first resolution I thought of for this list. I've always been the kind of person who wants to "keep the peace" and avoid conflict. This ties in a lot with my second resolution as well because often I don't voice disagreement because I don't want people to think of me as a burden. But I learnt last year that there is a time and place to choose your battles and you still have to fight some of them. Rolling over often puts me in an uncomfortable situation where I feel out of control. I have the right to disagree with people's opinions and I have the right to ask for things to be done differently some times. So I'm going to start exercising that right.

There's a reason I wrote "...what you THINK other people think..." It's because I know I am an overthinker and I often twist things in my head because of it. But yeah, I want to stop thinking about what other people might think because I figured (or I think at least) that this is why I'm demotivated. I'm doing things for other people and not for me. So like, stop that LMAO

This resolution is pretty specific but I'm sure people resonate with it. I've, in the recent years, started basing my self worth SOLELY off of my academic performance which, mind you, is only average. I'm sure one can see why this is a horrible cycle to be in. This, AGAIN, ties in with the idea that "if I do well other people will think I'm smart so then I can actually be proud of myself." I want to learn to be proud of myself not by other peoples standards but by my own.

Initially, this resolution was going to be "try your best everyday" but, I know that somedays I just won't be able to, and that's fine!! I do however want to try my best at all my goals. Academic goals, hobby related goals, self growth goals, etc. I want to try my best at each and every endeavor I set out on because, I think at least, that doing your best is an objectively good quality to have. I don't necessarily mean pushing yourself to the full extent every time. As always, there's a balance to be struck!

This one is kinda the overarching goal of this entire post- tackling my demotivation. Part a) doesn't need much explanation I think. Learning to do things even when you're not motivated is actually something I saw in an odd1sout video and it's something that stuck with me. Realistically, you aren't ALWAYS going to be motivated and, in this economy, there's a lot of things you're gonna have to do even if you don't like it. So I think this quality is essential to have actually.

This last one is a pretty common resolution I'd think and I'm about to fall asleep so YEE

Overall, I don't think I'm going to be documenting my progress on these except for maybe and occasional update. This blog is more for me to work on my academics because that's very important to me at the moment (but not TOO important). But we'll see if I change my mind. If you made it this far, I'm honored you care about what I have to say. Bye for now!!

[cloudcountry]

since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE

reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.

IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT

mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.

Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strong—and oh boy does it carry. You’re yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed there’s another Riddle.

Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. He’s always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and it’s seeped into your personality, too. You’re spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? You’d only stand out. You don’t want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.

Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now you’re on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say “hey, we should do this” but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because you’re surrounded by glamor.

Deuce makes you reckless. He’s so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You can’t hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that you’d follow him anywhere.

Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under people’s skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.

Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? You’re suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesn’t know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)

Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now you’re snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under people’s noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they don’t even notice you, but even if they did you’ve learned how to be lighter on your feet.

Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) He’s guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesn’t care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. It’s like you can’t trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.

Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. He’s turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!

Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when you’ve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isn’t it?

Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.

Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. You’ve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you don’t and that's just not fair.

Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. You’ve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. You’ve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.

Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities it’s borderline arrogance. You know you’re capable, so why doesn’t everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they can’t. So they should just step aside. You’re not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? You’re just better.

Rook has some eccentricities, and you’re well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now you’re used to him. It just seems normal now. You’re not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, that’s just how he is. He’ll stalk you, hunt you down, but he’s having fun! Don’t spoil it for him!

Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. He’s a troublemaker, he’s stubborn, and he’s so, so angry. But he’s right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? It’s so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, don’t you think?

Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. It’s unnerving how much he’s rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.

Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesn’t even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. You’ve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he won’t leave. You’re helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So won’t he please stay?

Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when he’s hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why can’t you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until they’ll never see the light again.

Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if you’ve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, you’re starting to think he’s right. If you had magic, if you weren’t human, you’d be more powerful. It’s a fact. You could do so much more if you weren’t so weak.

Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? It’s so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.

[undyinglantern]

250/365

[waywardsalt]

the minish cap manga is also pretty damn good! i like how this one actually incorporates the dungeons, even if it’s just a small bit of them. vaati is cool, ezlo is fun, and i really liked the time spent on the different types of picori. i could tell some stuff was skipped, but since i never played the full game, it didn’t detract from the experience, though i imagine the skipped sections had some lost potential. good manga.

[clonewarsahsoka]

I stayed up too late

[just-some-random-blogger]

i was reading your fics, and was reading one where daemon is going up against cregan a little bit. i got this idea, cregan giving the reader a direwolf puppy as a gift. daemon makes a snide comment about it and cregan just turns to him, telling him that your enjoying your new pet, and who knows, maybe one day cregan will give you puppies.

daemon seethes as cregan walks away, acting as if he didn't just imply he was gonna breed you.

Puppy Love

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Cregan Stark x Reader

Summary: Ever since you came of age, you became the jewel of the court and your father turned down proposal after proposal, knowing if the man didn't want your massive dowry, they wanted to claim and corrupt your beauty and kind nature. And the only reason why your father hasn't chewed up the all too friendly dragon prince, was because he was doing most of his job for him. And anyway, your father knew you were too kind to think his attentions to you were anything more than friendly.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, 'too kind' reader, jealous!daemon, smitten!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: first of all, i have written quite a few fics were I've added cregan as uh an opponent for daemon so HAHHAH im not sure which one you mean, though I have an inkling it's Wish I Was Her (this is not a p2 of this btw) second of all, /: cregan dumb for giving away a direwolf to some rando dafaq. third of all, i really want do a take on a 'traditionally feminine reader' since i normally dont do that lol so im tryna make reader fit the period more, without making her a damsel in distress. wish me luck Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

You straighten the brown paper in one hand while you fiddle with the wax seal that was on it moments ago. You snort through your nostrils, beaming at the ink on the the letter, eager to both reach the end of the page, and not wanting the words to end at all.

Daemon, who had been walking with purpose, forgets where he was going along the way when he spots you. You, the giggling lady, sat comfortably on the stone blocks that separated the garden and the hall.

The prince's stoic demeanor melts into an expression similar to yours when you smile at what you were reading. What were you reading? A letter? A letter from-

Quickly, the realization of what kind of letters a lady such as yourself would be receiving that would cause you to giggle like that makes his expression splat into annoyance.

With twice as much purpose, he struts over to you and calls out your name. You immediately avert your gaze, smile widening at the sight of him.

Good.

"My prince," you speak, bowing your head just as Daemon reaches you.

Daemon raises his brows and drops his lips, eyeing the paper in your hand, "a good read?"

You release a chuckle at the expression he pulls, "a very good read. I say Alaric is as good with the quill as he," you point to the paper, "harks to me how good he is with the blade."

He grunts, "Alaric." Where has he heard that tatty name before?

You chuckle as you watch Daemon stiffen. He places his hands behind him, slowly walking to the other side of the block you were sat on, sitting there across you, "which moronic suitor is he again?"

You drop your letter on your lap, tilting your head at the fuming prince, who now had his arms crossed. "Alaric," you start with a chuckle, "is my darling cousin, Anna's, son."

Ahh, Daemon blinks, that's why his name is familiar.

You snort, "he has merely just turned ten and one, your grace."

He clears his throat.

"Do you not recall rejecting my offer to attend the boy's nameday?" you speak through an amused grin.

"I've never cared for namedays," he trails off, crossing his arms.

You laugh. He turns to you because of it. How could he not when your laugh was like that? Your being beams in amusement, glowing like a star. It makes the prince emit a soft chuckle.

"If I didn't know any better," you say in between catching your breath, "I'd you were jealous of a child, my prince."

You catch the small smile on Daemon's face as he pretends to be offended, "and I'd say you've been reading too much."

Very suddenly, you gasp and point at him, making him pull his head back and his expression drop. His concern drops when you say, "is that a blush I see? Ooh!"

Daemon's arms loosen at your words. As if eager to make your words true, he begins to feel his body burn. Damn body.

You gasp the second time before throwing your head back in laughter, "I do say," you sigh, "scarlet suits you well."

Daemon rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he stands from his spot.

"Well, I mean, it is one of the colors of your house."

"Yes," he drops his hands to the side and walks over to you, "and I should well ought to make it your own."

And though Daemon smirks when he says this, your brows furrow at the thought. His vanilla baby.

"It would be pointless to try and convince my father to change anything about our house."

He sighs as you refold your paper, trapping a waxen seal in its center, and move to stand next to him, "in our actual house, I had to argue with him to change our drapes."

"No," Daemon says in shock, as if he actually cared.

"Yes!" you shake your head, "it was terrible! I had to remind him that I was now the woman of the house."

"Oh, that does sound terrible," Daemon huffs, eyes widening. He watches you as you believe in his empathy. He watches as you smile at his disingenuous words. Two beasts rip at him from within.

Normally, naïveté and slow-wittedness were traits that repelled him, especially in its womanly form, as it was drawn from the sheltered nature ladies like yourself were bred into. The dragon in him found this dull and all too conforming. He liked the burn from the whores, who would snarl if you took more than what you paid for.

Yet this personal brand of innocent on you was dizzying to him. One beast wanted to protect the purity within you, while the other wanted to taint it until all remained was him.

"And yes-" you take a moment to continue, "those were my mother's beloved drapes but... they had not been changed since her passing."

Daemon presses his lips together when you turn to the ground with a solemn expression. He does not get a moment to share the semblance of comfort in which he was capable of, because you quickly smile at him the way you always do and comfort yourself, "it is good to remember those who have passed, but they would not want for us to mourn them too long."

For once, he responds with honesty, "they would not, no."

The moment you smile at his words, your attention is taken from the prince.

You are called by a servant, who tells you there is a man waiting for you in the main hall. You courteously thank the servant and turn to Daemon, "thank you for ke-"

"I will escort you to your visitor," Daemon smiles, though not a real one.

You return a genuine one nevertheless, "I am grateful, but I do not wish to bother you, nor take up more of the time you already so graciously offered me."

Daemon takes your hand and pulls you near him with little regard, "you dare dictate what I do and do not with my time?"

You press your lips as you body collides with him.

"As though you were my wife?"

You clench your jaw, unintending to overstep, "my prince, I did not mean for it-"

"Yes, well," he cuts you off, "let us meet this moron who wishes to meet you."

"You know," you smile, "it may well not be a suitor."

Daemon chuckles, "I'm surprised you even caught onto that."

"Well, how could I not?" you chuckle, "when you were just jealous a child!"

He loses his smug expression. He scoffs into a chuckle as you laugh at him. "Oh very good," Daemon rolls his eyes and slowly claps his hand, "I'll give you credit. I did not expect that."

But what he very much did expect was that your audience was sought by a suitor; one large, slobbering dog of a suitor.

Very truly, Daemon's grumbling was merited, for why were you so enamored by the wolf-man and this overgrown rat-pup he bought with him?

He scoffs as you coo at the furry creature for the hundredth time, and for what? For doing absolutely nothing but expose its incompetence to walk in a fucking straight line?

And what's more, for every time the degenerate baby wolf toppled over, you tugged at its master's arm and pointed, leaning into him as you laughed and expressed jovial sentiments over the creature.

The prince rolls his eyes from the armchair he was sat on.

What was so impressive about a dog? There were dozens of strays outside the walls. He could get you twenty right now. A dragon egg should have elicited such a response from you, not this.

"Oh, dear Cregan-"

Gods, dear Cregan, she says.

"-your pup is a ray of sunshine on this chilly day," you speak.

Daemon watches you smile angelically at the large man with muddy dark hair and wiry curls. He watches as the cretin bares his teeth at you like a wolf does its prey, and you mistake it for genuinely, as always.

"If you are cold, my lady," Cregan says, removing the brown pelt on his shoulders, "then allow me to warm you."

Daemon straightens where he was slouched.

You recoil at Cregan's generosity, raising your hands as you shake them, "oh, my lord, I could not possibly accept the clothes on your back."

You watch as Cregan's rosy cheeks pull up with his smile, "then would you prefer I give you one your own?"

Cregan put on his fur again. You open your mouth to speak, but it is Daemon's voice that sounds, "she would rather you fuck off back to the North, dog."

You still at Daemon's words, promptly turning to him with a hardened expression of disbelief, "my prince-"

"And you best take your defective animal with you," he adds, grimacing at the wolf-pup chewing at a ball of wound fabric.

"Prince Daemon," you call tersely.

Daemon turns to you, expression unable to melt with the presence of that oaf on your side.

"Please do not speak for me as though your sentiments and mine own are one and the same," you calmly say.

Daemon scoffs. Cregan chuckles.

You turn to Cregan with a guilty expression, "I apologize on the behalf of ill-contrived words against you, Lord Cregan."

"No, you don't," Daemon quips as he stands, "don't fucking-"

"I appreciate your sentiment, my lady," Cregan ignores the whimpers of the lizard prince, "though you needn't worry yourself, for I am not wounded by words from the likes of him."

"The likes of me?" Daemon sneers as he storms over.

You turn to Daemon, suddenly at your side. Your eyes widen at the fury on his features. You hands instinctively come to his arm when he appears as though he is about to lunge at Cregan.

Cregan watches you do this, watches you calm the hot blooded fiend. Part of him burns in a shade green at your shared familiarity, but he is more amused by the fact you turn to him with a concerned look, nonverbally expressing your concerns that you, in fact, to not want him to pound your prince if he attempts anything. And so he laughs.

Cregan laughs and takes a step back, allowing you to step between them and push Daemon away in return.

Daemon's ire is fueled further, "what, you halfbreed?!"

You grunt as you turn back to Cregan, relieved he was smiling and not partaking in the hotheadedness the other man was.

"Did you fuck your wolf yourself to offer the pup to her?"

You recoil at the grotesque notion. You cannot stop yourself from calling out the prince's name in anger and bewilderment, "Daemon!"

Cregan laughs. It draws your attention. You sigh, "Cregan, I beg your par-"

"No!" Daemon barks, peering down at you, "he's come here on the intent of you bearing his pups, girl, and you'd so readily drop on your knees for him?!"

"He's brought one pup, Daemon!" you quip pulling away from him as you shake your head, "and I have no intentions of keeping the little wolf," you turn to Cregan, "for I have no such capabilities nor capacities to care for one!"

Daemon grinds his teeth. You heave.

Good enough.

The prince finds slight catharsis in your words. His anger does not fade however, because Cregan's grin is as wide as ever.

"Actually," Cregan raises his hands casually, "I have spoken to your father about the pup and he said he would accept it, for I am also giving you one of my servants as an aid."

The two men watch as you perk at the idea.

"Oh!," you gasp in disbelief, "so..." you break into a wide smile, "I can keep the wolf?!"

Cregan laughs as he nods, "and even better, you can name it."

Daemon is appalled by your next actions.

You run and throw yourself onto Cregan, sealing him into a hug for a moment before pulling back in realization your actions were most indecent.

Cregan however prevents you from pulling away too far, hands coming to your waist as he smiles down at you. He speaks with a lopsided grin, "I have been meaning to bring you the pup ever since we spoke about my pregnant wolf when you visited me in the North."

When you what?

"Will your dear Luna not mourn the loss of her puppy?"

LUNA?

Cregan chuckles, pulling his hands away from you, not because he wanted to, but because, between the two of them, he was currently the more amicable in your eyes, and he was not about to ruin that, "I assure you, she will fair fine, as she is preoccupied with three more at home."

You frown, stepping back from Cregan to turn to the pup, not at all seeing the twitching face of your prince, "still... I must not let him be forgotten by her mother and likewise."

Cregan smiles at the sentiment, "you have a kind heart, my lady," he takes your hand, "I would be glad to bring my wolves to your home whenever you want."

You are horrified by the notion, "oh please, it would be much better if I came to you."

Cregan nods, lips in a smirk, "I shall await then."

You seemed to be caught off-guard by the fact you unwittingly just made plans with the Stark.

And you had meant to explain you could not simply agree to his offer, but you were distracted by the string of High Valyrian being spewed into the air, paired by the loud sound of the prince marching out of the room.

[dabuggh3]

Just something random, I hope you guys like it😽🫶🏼 ENJOYYY!!!

ꕤ Huh?? ꕤ

It was a Sunday morning and you and Hamzah were in your apartment, laying in bed. It had been a couple minutes since both of you had woken up. So you were just on your phones. Later on you both decided to go wash your teeth.

You and Hamzah stand hip to hip in the bathroom. Hamzah reaches for the floss and cuts both of you a piece. You guys finish then brush your teeth. While brushing your teeth you start thinking of random things and remember a video you saw.

You bend down, spitting out your toothpaste, “ Babe what would you do if a girl came up to you and started flirting with you? ”, you say then proceeded to put your toothbrush back in your mouth. Hamzah, with his toothbrush still in his mouth, scrunches his eyebrows and smiles. He bends down to spit and laughs, “ Waterr you saying right now”.

You giggle, “ What?, what would you do”. Hamzah just smiles and shakes his head. “ Like what if a girl came up to you and got all up on you, like rubbing your arm or touching your hair”. He looks at you with a shocked expression, “ Oh hell naurr, I would probably walk away”

You whip your head to look at him, “THAT’S IT you wouldn’t tell her anything??” “ I DONT KNOWW thats so awkward” “ Girl bye” you side eye him. He stares and thinks for a little, “I would probably tell her to back the fuck up or just start screaming in her face, just act like I’m tweaking AUGH AUGHH ” he says acting out the faces and noises he would make.

You look at him, starting to giggle, “Okay and what if she was like, you’re so fineeuh can I have your number.” “Noouhh I have a girlfriend” “ And what if she says she doesn’t care” “ Ima drop kick her” “ Boy you know dam well” you say laughing. “ Okayy but I would probably just tell her to get away from me or just come home”

You both finished brushing your teeth, Hamzah sets down his toothbrush and gives you a big hug. “ I would literally do anything because I only love you” he says looking at you as he holds you. You smile, “ Aww shut up, I love you” you give him a kiss. He smiles, “Okay what do you wanna eat!”

I have been writing a lot moreeee so more coming soon🫣💌 (sorry for any typos)

[tojisth3rdwife]

☺️HWEED😌

syn: Toji finds your edibles...

cw: none. straight crack...pun intended

a/n: i may be a lil high right now. dont tell nobody. excuse any bits that have typos or lack sense..i’ll proofread when im sober lmao

“Toji!”

Your voice carried from the hallway, beating you to the living room where you expected to find your boyfriend. He was in his usual spot on the couch, manspreading in his sweats and white tank. A backwards royal blue ball cap sat upon his head, pushing his fringe back from his face.

He looked content and relaxed, leaned all the back and into the couch cushions with the remote resting in his lap , his eyes fixated on the television screen.

You came stomping in the room in your fuzzy yellow slippers, wrapped in your bath towel with a shower cap still on, huffing frustratedly as you scanned the room for something.

“I know I didnt leave it...Toji. You didn't hear me calling you?” you look at him curiously as his hooded gaze drags in your direction. He blinks slowly, frowning at your question.

“No.” his voice was deeper than usual, as if he’d just woken up, but you dont have time to care about it. You were too busy trying remember where you’d last seen your stuff. Another exasperated sigh leaves you as you asked....

“Ok well, Have you seen a little black bag? Like a mini gift bag with blue strings for handles? I swear i put it on the counter..” you look away, posting your hands on your hips and poking your bottom lip out.

Toji’s frown deepened for a moment. He lifts his head with a thoughtful scowl , narrowing his gaze on you. Suddenly, realization sparks across his face.

“Ooooooh that bag...with the cookies and shit in it..” he mumbles, letting his head fall back into the cushion. Your hands fall from your hips as you perked up at Toji’s response.

“Yes with the cook...Hold up” you pause, your eyes now scanning the areas surrounding Toji until then focus in on the matte black gift bag with blue strings tucked in the crook of is arm.

Your eyes narrow into slits.

“Toji. What is that?”

At you change in tone, Toji lifts his head again, perking his brow.

“What is what?” he feigns ignorance but you knew damn well he knew what was what. You lift your arm slowly to point a finger at the bag.

“THAT. Right there.” your lasor beamed glare guides Toji attention straight down to the little bag cradled against his bicep.

“Oh. You meant this bag!”

You close your eyes, saying nothing as you summon the powers of the universe to ground you. Your fingers lift to pinch the bridge of your nose as you tapped your foot against the carpet

“Toji..My Toji..My ButterBall..My BooBiscuit...I just know you didnt eat my stuff. Please tell me I know..”

Toji stares at your blankly with a clueless sheen over his mossy eyes.

“Um...You know?” his tone scoops upward and tucked your lips together, exhaling sharply through your nose.

“Dont play with me right now. Just tell me. Did you eat all my stuff? All my cookies and gummies?” you whine, still tapping your foot steadily. You opened your eyes to find an incredulous look on Toji’s face made you want to wind back slap him across the forehead.

Similarly to you before, Toji jutts his bottom lip out in fake utter confusion.

“whaaaaaaaaat?????” his deep voice scoops again.

“Whatchu talking bout? You know i dont like candy like that..”

“What about the cookies then?” you tilt your head, hands back on your hips. Toji stares at you blinking, eventually blowing between his lips dissmissively.

“Psshhbbbb..No. I did not” he slurs in a way that was very unlike him, his gaze back on the TV intently.

Thats when you noticed it wasnt even on. Toji was literally staring at a blank screen as if it were playing something. Thats also when it dawned on you.

This mf high...

“AHAH!!!!! You did!! How many?” you ask, having to snap your fingers a few times to regain Toji’s attention seconds after you posed the question. He blinks up at you lazily again.

“Hmm?”

“HOW. MANY. COOKIES. DID. YOU. EAT?” you repeat with emphasis and the dumbfounded look on Toji’s face told you before he did.

“You muthafucka..” you say under your breath as Toji looked down at his hands to hold up two fingers.

“Uhhhhm 2...I think. “ he tilts his head, glancing off to the side in thought.

“Aw hell..” you sigh. At that, Toji perked up a little, seemingly concerned.

“Why? What was wrong with em?” he asks and you walk around the centered chesnut coffee table to thump him on the forehead.

“Ow.” he whined softly.

“Dumb ass. Those were edibles! From the dispensery.”

“The dispensary? Wait, those had weed in them? Ohho shit..” Toji begins to laugh, running his hand over his face as he leaned back. You stood there watching him silently as he seemed all too tickled by the fact that his greediness landed him on a loooooong one way trip to stoneville.

“Fuck..and I ate 2! Oh shit..” he continued to giggle, a sound as rare as rain in the sahara. You wanted to have an attitude but the tension in your face and body gradually dissipated the longer you watched your normally nonchalant and unapproachable man be reduced to a giddy fool due to an overload of THC.

You cant help but find it adorable.

“Thats a damn shame..” you shake your head all while Toji laughed himself into a coughing fit. He pats his chest with his fist a few times before laying his palm flat over his heart.

“Wheew shit. Im fucked up..hehe..” he snorts and a reluctant chuckle escapes you.

“A damn shame..” you repeat.

“Damn...” Toji echoes, his sleepy gaze focusing on the ceiling for a second.

His amusement tapered as a thought occured to him.

“Wait, whats gonna happen now? I dont do drugs..And since when do you do drugs??”

“Aaaand the paranoia hits..” you nod amidst Toji’s solitaire edition of 21 questions.

“..Will I start losing hair? Or get a gut? Or..”

“Nothing will happen to you. Well, nothing bad or dangerous at least. Youre gonna be hungry as fuck in a minute though.” you assure him, mood completely flipped.

“Im always hungry..”Toji shrugs and you scoff.

“Clearly! I don't recommend you eat anything else out of that bag or its gonna get even weirder for you. I cant believe your greedy ass really ate two. Those ‘$4 a pop’ , soft and chewy...big.. Hey those were some big ass cookies, Toji..”

“I know.Two THICK ASS cookies..” he wrinkles his nose with impressed disgust, as if he didnt just inhale those cookies 30 minutes ago.

You went off on a rant, reprimanding him sternly and going on about how you were looking forward to having your cookie and relaxing because you’d had a long week. As you were talking, Toji was entertaining himself by waving his hand in front of his face slowly, letting out a stiff grunt in reaction the delayed trail of its shape waving along.

“Toj..”you cut off the second syllable of his name when you noticed him blinking one eye at a time, as if he were about to fall asleep.

You clap your hands together loudly and Toji flinches dramatically.

“Oh my god.. This fool is high. I never thought I’d see the day. Look at yourself..” you gesture towards him and Toji’s face scrunches up.

“How? Like in a mirror?” he asks, and your only response is squint at him. With a shake of your head, you know that was about as much as you could handle for the night.

“I cant.” you laugh, snatching up your bag from the couch and turning away, curls slinging around under the shower cap.

“Bye Toji. Dont leave the house. And DONT eat anymore of my stuff or else!” you threaten him over your shoulder before disapperong down the hallway.

Leaving Toji in the living alone again, swatting a hand at you dismissively, then going right back to sitting confortably and staring at the black TV screen.

For another 30 minutes.