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CRISTI YOU BET YOUR FUCKIN ASS I HAT TO READ THE FIRST PART BEFORE READING THE OTHER. UHM HELLO????? THIS IS SO DELICIOUS

Forgive me if I'm wrong but you said you wanted to write dialogue like me????? GIRLLLLLL WHY WHEN YOU WRITE DIALOGUE LIKE THISSSSSSSS. FUCKKKKK HELLO???????

I also went through the comments and reblogs and I saw you said you wanted a complicated siblings relationship and GORLLL. gwORL YOU DELIVERED HELLO? ITS LIKE BITING INTO ICE ANGSTY ITS A NEEDLE TO THE HEART I LOVE IT YOU HAD ME SCREAMINGHHHH but also I'm very dramatic BUT ALSO ITS JUST SO DELICIOUS HELLO????????

Right i ***may*** requote way too much again but I JUST CANT HELP MYSELF I just had pancakes before reading this and this was like dessert after you know LMAO

Summary: Courting. Daemon’s version.

GURL I WISH I COULD MAKE SUMMARIES AS GOOD AS YOU WHAT IS THAT DAMN BOOM CRACKLE SNAP WHAT THEBFUCK

And just as if it were one of his models, he had demanded perfect symmetry in all aspects.

I wish I had unlimited image uses bcUse *Jerry crying meme* that was beautiful. (Fuck you viserys Im glad aegon smashed your ye old Lego set 😗✌️)

EDIT: NVM HERES THE MEME IT STILL FIT RAHHHHH

An even split of your mother’s jewels.

Lol they broke each necklace in half HAHAAHAHHAHA on earring each HAHAHAHA

Daemon and Rhaenyra race on their dragons [...] You are not sure which you resent more. Rhaenyra, for dragging you along with the promise of tending to Syrax or Daemon for interrupting your time with your sister.

This. I started to hurt here. I feel her. Fuck all of y'all. I'm going to projectile CRY. Yearning for both of them while simultaneously loathing them. family 😃

It seemed as if all you did was fight now. The occasion where you did not was rare, and so, intrusion on it was not welcome.

*TAPS MIC* FUCK YOU DAEMON 'ROGUE PRINCE' TARGARYEN THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME LIKE YOU 👎👎👎🍅🍅🍅

Despite your best attempts at keeping yourself calm, you can’t help but feel rage bubble up in your throat. Rage, and a deep sense of failure.

............. Is she me 😃✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️ it's fine

You had heard even Laena Velaryon, younger than you, had managed to claim a dragon. Was this why your father had chosen Rhaenyra to be heir and not you?

The pain of things out of your control 😃✌️ it's fine 😗✌️💥📸 cheeese

Go where you couldn’t follow, and made you watch them go.

Fuck you cristi. This is a personal vendetta against me.

Your nose scrunches up, and you jump off the railing just in time to avoid your uncle’s ruffling of your hair.

*POWERS UP MEGAPHONE* 🗣️ 📣 ONCE AGAIN I AM SAYING FUCK YOU TO DAEMON 'WHITE HAIRED RAT' TARGARYEN

“No.” Your answer it’s harsh, and perhaps a bit rude, but this feels as if they are targedly mocking you. Daemon raises his eyebrows, looking on the edge of apologizing, if such a thing it’s even possible for him. Rhaenyra, more used to your moods, just rolls her eyes.

HER RESPONSES MAKE MY HEART TWINGE. FUCK YOU DAEMON. FUCK YOU RHAENYRA. FUCK ALL OF YALL. *PLAYS MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE* NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME

“Pouty?” Daemon tilts your chin up with two fingers. You jerk your head away, glaring daggers at him.

Your just jealous cos you dont have lips white man 🧐🙄✋

Riverlander, just as handsome and with a clear infatuation with your sister.

🗣️IS🗣️NOTHING🗣️SACRED🗣️ WHAT ABOUT ME WHY IS IT ALWAYS HER

“I figured your meeting with the Princess would not go as planned.” He explains, as he helps you out of your cloak and jewelry. Ser Harwin helps you put on some protective gear before handing you a wooden sword.

*INSERT GREYS ANATOMY SOUND* SO PICK ME. CHOOSE ME. LOVE ME. HARWINNNNNN PLEASE HARWINNNNNN HARSINNNN HARISNNNN 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

Not so much for self-defense, but as a way to curb your more violent impulses. When you feel like you might throttle Rhaenyra or perhaps smother her with a pillow, you come to him.

WHY DOES SHE GET BOTH OF THEM EHY DOES SHE GET BOTH OF THEM

You understand why men enjoy battle so much, finally.

... No. Yuck.

They even called her the Realm’s delight, for Gods’s sake.

And she's dragonless? I would do 10 lines of coke everyday

“You tell me.” You pant, a little out of breath. It was something you frequently wondered yourself, but never about him.

GAGGED. CLOCKED. WAIT NO I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC. SUDDENLY I LOVE THAT HES IN LOVE SITH RHAENYRA 👏AND👏HE👏CANT👏HAVE👏HER👏PURR👏 PARALLELS WE LOVE TO SEE IT

You loved teasing him about it. For such a big man, he could sure get sheepish.

💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 LET ME IN PLEASE IM TRYNA LET HIM IN WINK WINK

“Fair.” Ser Harwin chuckled, raising his wooden sword again. You liked that he was very good-humored. He didn't mind your teasing. “But think of the bright side. If someone is after you, they are really after you.”

I will break acid into your face. KSSJJS OK TOO FAR I LOVE 5HEM ACTUALLY WE LOVE TO SEE IT. HE WAS CLOCKED AND HE WAS LIKE yah I was lmao HAHHAHHA WE LOVE TO SEEIT

“Wise words for one so young.”

Oh my gosh shut the fuck up this just in old man is jealous of the youth and thinks everything is their fault

“Poor form. And a poor trainer. Leave us.”

“Leave us, boy.” Daemon’s tone turns harsher. Channeling all the authority he has as a Prince. Now, your sworn shield can’t refuse. It’s an order, not a suggestion. But Harwin remains where he is, looking to you for approval.

RIP HARWIN YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED DIVORCE GETTING CUSTODY AND CROSSFIT

“Commendable.” He gives a slow clap. “Very loyal guard dog, you have there.”

??????

“If this was a real fight, you would be dead.” His tone is smug. You cannot take it, and so, bang your wooden sword against his hip.

❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ number fuckinG 1: you are a 🤢MAN🤢 numbER FUCKKJG 2: you are a SEASONED WARRIOR number fucking 3: YOU ARE A BIG OAF number fucking 4: HEMLOCK IN YOUR EAR GO❗

Your uncle laughs, coldly. He is angry too, you realize. In that messy way he gets, sometimes. Teeth bared in a cocky grin, still high on the thrill of riding Caraxes and chasing Rhaenyra.

.FUCK SHIT FUCK I SEE IT I HEARD IT I IMAGINED IT SO CLEARLY

AHHHH DAEMOOOOONNNNNN FUCK YOU

Despite your best attempts, you are no match for him. He is a seasoned warrior. He has been at war for the last couple of years. No amount of anger can match his technique. Soon, he has you disarmed and cornered, Dark Sister at your throat.

IM SAYIN. 🗣️IVE🗣️BEEN🗣️SAYIN🗣️ ..... Also .... S-ss-sword-

“Not bad. I might even bruise.”

*INSERT THAT MEME WHERE THERES THIS WOMAN WHO HAS A PERSONS LIPS SNATCHHHHEDD LIKE LITERALLY*

His tone drips condescension, but there is something odd going on in his face. His pupils are blown, his chest is heaving, and there is no way it’s with exertion. While you were panting and begging for a respite, Daemon hadn’t even worked up a sweat. “You need a real sword.”

MAN DOWN BADDDDDDD MAN DOWNNNNN

“Perhaps. But then Rhaenyra gets one, and this is only mine.”

MY HEART ACTUALLY HURT. YOU HURTED ME. YOU HURTER. I HURTED. IM HURTED I HATE IT HERE

“Is that why you want a husband? To have someone only yours?” Daemon suddenly is much closer, twirling the end of your braid between his fingers.

Wishing every daemon targaryen a very much shut the fuck up. GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY HAIR

“That’s none of your concern.”

LOUDER FOR THE FOUR EYED MAN IN THE FRONT(y'know cuz matt smith has glasses [THIS AINT ABOUT YOU THO BOO I FUCKING LOVE YOU LETS FUCK])

You storm inside the Red Keep, scowling. Finally, it seemed, Daemon and Rhaenyra had managed to run you off the castle’s grounds.

CRYING THIS. THIS IS A KICK TO THE TEETH. A BOOT ON THE RIBS. FUCK

[...] visiting orphaned children in King’s Landing. That activity is one you and Ser Harwin particularly enjoy. It fills you with joy when you get to run around and play in the mud with your stern guard having no choice but to tag along. You have even caught him smiling when little girls ask to braid his hair.

🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔😫😫😫 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP. HARWIN COME HOME. COME HOME RIGHT NOW. COME HOME TO MEEEEEE OSPSPSPSSPSPSS

Until one night, you find a jeweled sword resting on your bed.

Ngl I misread this and thought it was a single jewel and I was like ???? Is that supposed to impress me???????

“Almost didn’t recognize you, either. No scandal in nearly a month?” [...] “You must be getting old.”

RATTATATTTAATATTA SHOTS FIRERREDEEEEDDD

“Youthfulness is in the spirit.”

Yuck. 🫵old🫵man🫵in🫵denial🫵

You resist the urge to walk faster if only to see him struggle.

YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE RESISTEDDDDD WHA THE FUCK

“Ah, that makes sense.” You slow down your steps because while you enjoy angering your uncle, you would rather not anger him too much. “You have the spirit of a child.”

PFFFTTTTF HAHAHAHHAHH DOUBLE CLOCKEDD SHE REALLY THREW PAINT AT HIM RAHHHHH. NO NO NO NO FEARRR ANGER HIM SOME MORE 👹👹👹👹🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

“How many of Rhaenyra’s necklaces you had to melt to get the sword.”

</3 I know she said that as a joke. As a tease. But 💔💔💔💔 if that were me I would cry. All bark and not bite I'm a cry baby fuck shit fuck I hate you all

You cannot help but wonder if it’s you who was prompted him to wreak such havoc. The idea of having such power over him, that an offhanded comment can cause such a reaction, makes something tingle in your stomach.

The fact she knows she has that ✨awra✨ that's were she and I are different. I'm too wrapped up in my self loathing 😃😃😃😃🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

In time, you had come to understand that it wasn’t like she had a choice, either.

Alicent the could never make me hate you 💔

“I was getting lonely.” You say, softly. The admission surprises even you. “You are with Rhaenyra all the time.”

My heart breaks my heart hurts

Don’t go where I can’t follow, you wish to say. Don’t take her from me. My other half. But you don’t speak the words aloud, from fear of him repeating your confession. You don’t want to beg Rhaenyra for affection, not when you have been competing with her all your life.

I will be fucking sending you my therapy bill. Fuck all y'all I need to inject vit c and pretend its heroin

“It's not like I care.”

💔its🥲 not 🤡like🤪i🙄care💔

“The curse of the younger brother.”

❓❓❓❓❓❓AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING KNKW WHAT THAT MEANS

“I beg your pardon?”

SEE 🫵🫵🫵 SEE

“We could fly off tonight. Go to the Free cities, marry. No one would care.” His tone is fervent, urgent. Pleading with you. You keep quiet, and so does he. The silence stretches between the two of you. Your mind races.

I KNOW WHAT HE MEANS BUT NO ONE WOULD CARE CUTS DEEP. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I WANT YOU. I DESPISE YOU.

“That’s the point, yes.” Daemon speaks slowly, as if explaining to someone particularly daft. Or innocent. “I’ll pay for it, don’t worry.”

HES NASTYYYY I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The part where you can choose anyone didn't get copied but I was like

YOU YOU CRETIN I CHOOSE YOU

Fuck this fic has me like

Daemon is nasty I hate him I want him Rhaenyra is my archnemesis I miss her too ughhhhh stunning

Hi! For the bingo: Daemon Targaryen & courting?

Mirror (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Warnings: Targaryen reader. Mature situations. Mature language. A bit of angst, incest, and innocence kink.

Summary: Courting. Daemon’s version.

A/N: Everyone who writes Daemon fics has tackled this trope. I missed oneshots so bad.

There was little King Viserys wouldn’t do for his lovely daughters. During your childhood, there were two of everything. Two Septas, two dolls, two play daggers. For as long as you have been alive, there have been efforts made to make things fair.

No doubt, it was the legacy of your mother. Your father was nice enough, but you doubted he had the foresight to try to avoid sibling rivalry. Queen Aemma’s influence had been greatly missed after her passing.

It had been then when the problems between you and Rhaenyra had started. Your relationship had gotten even more rocky when she was named heir. The situation had turned so bad, even your father had noticed. And just as if it were one of his models, he had demanded perfect symmetry in all aspects.

The same rooms. Same number of servants. Same number of dresses you were allowed to own. An even split of your mother’s jewels.

Unfortunately, there were things not even King Viserys could fix. This was one of them, you thought, as you sat on one of the rails of the dragon pit.

Daemon and Rhaenyra race on their dragons in the open sky right above you. They shriek in laughter and shout things in High Valyrian. You are not sure which you resent more. Rhaenyra, for dragging you along with the promise of tending to Syrax or Daemon for interrupting your time with your sister.

It seemed as if all you did was fight now. The occasion where you did not was rare, and so, intrusion on it was not welcome. But at the same time, you can’t help but wonder if Rhaenyra is playing a cruel trick on you, dragging you here so you can see what you are missing.

Despite your best attempts at keeping yourself calm, you can’t help but feel rage bubble up in your throat. Rage, and a deep sense of failure. You had heard even Laena Velaryon, younger than you, had managed to claim a dragon. Was this why your father had chosen Rhaenyra to be heir and not you?

It felt cruel, and hurtful. Not only did your uncle always pay more attention to Rhaenyra, but now you had to watch them do things you couldn’t do. Go where you couldn’t follow, and made you watch them go.

They dismount a few feet away from you. With them, comes all the hassle and fretting of the dragon keepers. Caraxes always takes a long time to settle after going flying, and so, you relax in your seat. You hope enough time might go by, they forget about your existence and you can slip out unnoticed. It would save you the embarrassment of having to hear them flirt and tell you everything as if you were a child.

No luck for you today, though. You smell it before you see it. Sweat, leather and the unmistakable stink of dragon. Your nose scrunches up, and you jump off the railing just in time to avoid your uncle’s ruffling of your hair.

Rhaenyra snickers a little. Despite the dragon ride, she looks as royal and regal as ever. It’s a feat you admire and despise greatly.

“Trying to sneak up on me?” You frown. You don’t need any further embarrassing. Being startled and falling into the mud would have been just the cherry on top.

Daemon ignores you, tugging on your braid.

“No dragon yet?”

“Let her be, Kepa.” She whispers, as if you are not there. “She is always like this.”

“Pouty?” Daemon tilts your chin up with two fingers. You jerk your head away, glaring daggers at him.

“Bitter.” Rhaenyra speaks, and you glare at her instead. You do not understand why she is so mean, lately. Her being named heir has not done anything good for your relationship, but you had tried your best to play nice. She didn’t seem to care.

“I can hear both of you.” You complain, but they just laugh. Angrily, you stomp off.

You feel too jittery to go back to your chambers. It would make you more angry, if you were to go inside the castle so soon. It’s too pleasant of a day to be spent cooped up at the Red Keep. Too preoccupied with your thoughts, you don’t notice someone is following you.

Your feet lead you to the training yard. It makes sense, in a way. This is where you have been coming the past few months when the castle got too small to house both you and Rhaenyra.

Early in the morning as it is, the yard is empty. Save for your sworn shield, of course. While Rhaenyra had gotten Ser Criston Cole, handsome and dornish, you had gotten Ser Harwin Strong. Riverlander, just as handsome and with a clear infatuation with your sister.

But kind. Unbearably so.

He has been teaching you swordplay for the past few months. Not so much for self-defense, but as a way to curb your more violent impulses. When you feel like you might throttle Rhaenyra or perhaps smother her with a pillow, you come to him.

It's good. You have not learned a lot, but there is something utterly satisfying about hitting someone as hard as you can. With wooden swords and against Ser Harwin, you know there is no real possibility of hurting him. He is much taller and stronger than you.

There is also something satisfying about blocking his blows, too. In the smacking sound, in the effort it takes. You understand why men enjoy battle so much, finally. When you walk away, you are always sore and bruised, but your mind is finally quiet.

“I have just resigned myself to an arranged marriage.” You say to Ser Harwin, as you block his sword with great effort. “All the men in the court are panting after her, it’s no use.”

And you do think you are on the right, this time. Too often, you feel overshadowed by her, and seeing your uncle and Ser Harwin on the same day just confirms it. You have no chance at finding true love, not when every man here only has eyes for her.

You didn’t necessarily were a romantic person, but a bit of attention would be nice. Feeling desired and admired in the way Rhaenyra was. They even called her the Realm’s delight, for Gods’s sake.

“Are they after her? Or her tittle?” Ser Harwin tries to disarm you. You hit harder, a low blow aimed to his ribs that he avoids with little effort.

“You tell me.” You pant, a little out of breath. It was something you frequently wondered yourself, but never about him. Ser Harwin clearly wasn’t hoping to be King. What he wanted was something much more carnal. You had seen the way his eyes trailed Rhaenyra’s figure when they were together in a room. He appreciated her personality, perhaps, but he clearly wanted to bed her.

You loved teasing him about it. For such a big man, he could sure get sheepish.

You frowned. He had a point, you supposed. If a man were about to pursue you, it might be because you are a Targaryen, or because of your valyrian looks. But never because of the Iron Throne. With baby Aegon existence, you are certain that whatever your place in the succession line is, plenty of people would have to die for you to even have a weak claim to it.

“Wise words for one so young.” The voice startles both of you. As if you were children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, you freeze. Ser Harwin even drops his wooden sword. “You should heed your knight, niece.”

“Uncle.” You answer, casually. You know Daemon. If he senses weakness, he is going to pounce. While Ser Harwin has given away already that you are not exactly doing something your father approves off, you are not going to have your Uncle thinking he has something to blackmail you with.

Daemon ignores you, choosing to attack the weak link. He tuts at Harwin.

“Poor form. And a poor trainer. Leave us.”

Harwin hesitates. He is not supposed to leave you alone and unprotected. Much less, with your uncle. Daemon it’s not known for his trustworthiness.

“With all due respect, Prince Daemon, I am not allowed…”

Your uncle’s eyes flash dangerously at the defiance. You look at Harwin and nod. He leaves.

You twirl your wooden sword. Daemon smirks.

“Commendable.” He gives a slow clap. “Very loyal guard dog, you have there.”

“You could learn a thing or two.” You answer, vicious. The human equivalent of an animal biting down and refusing to release its jaws. By the brief look of hurt on his face, you have touched a nerve.

But soon, his expression smooths down into a vicious little smile, to match yours.

“So this is where you have been disappearing to.”

“So?” You ask, all nonchalance.

“Feisty.” Your uncle kicks Harwin’s discarded wooden sword away and unsheathes his. Whatever this is, it’s long overdone, you realize. You are bouncing with pent-up anger and frustration.

Daemon strikes at you, hard. The flat side of his sword hits your ribs. It hurts even with the protections Harwin makes you wear, a dull sting on your torso.

“If this was a real fight, you would be dead.” His tone is smug. You cannot take it, and so, bang your wooden sword against his hip.

“And you would be unable to walk.”

Your uncle laughs, coldly. He is angry too, you realize. In that messy way he gets, sometimes. Teeth bared in a cocky grin, still high on the thrill of riding Caraxes and chasing Rhaenyra.

“Not bad. I might even bruise.” His tone drips condescension, but there is something odd going on in his face. His pupils are blown, his chest is heaving, and there is no way it’s with exertion. While you were panting and begging for a respite, Daemon hadn’t even worked up a sweat. “You need a real sword.”

“Perhaps. But then Rhaenyra gets one, and this is only mine.” It’s more honest than you would like, but you are still trying to decipherate what exactly he is feeling. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy. You feel confused.

“Is that why you want a husband? To have someone only yours?” Daemon suddenly is much closer, twirling the end of your braid between his fingers.

You scoff, and push him away.

“That’s none of your concern.”

You storm inside the Red Keep, scowling. Finally, it seemed, Daemon and Rhaenyra had managed to run you off the castle’s grounds.

The encounter is barely given a second thought. You decide to keep yourself busy for the rest of Daemon’s visit to King’s Landing. Knowing him, he is due to get exiled soon. There is no point in worrying about it.

You fill up your days with activities, be it harassing some tutors, your Septa, or even visiting orphaned children in King’s Landing. That activity is one you and Ser Harwin particularly enjoy. It fills you with joy when you get to run around and play in the mud with your stern guard having no choice but to tag along. You have even caught him smiling when little girls ask to braid his hair.

Things are surprisingly calm. You would have expected your uncle to be involved in a scandal by now. Yet, there are no rumors of him bedding three whores in one sitting, nor there is an irate Otto Hightower asking your father to send him away.

Until one night, you find a jeweled sword resting on your bed. It’s small, but you can tell from the sharpness of the blade that it is made from Valyrian steel. You start training with it the next day, getting used to its weight. If Ser Harwin thinks anything of your sudden interest in doing more than hitting him, he doesn’t show it.

You are not surprised to find your Uncle waiting for you after your morning practice. At first glance, the courtyard is as empty as when you began your training. Despite it, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching.

Just as you are entering the Red Keep, sweaty and ready for a bath, Daemon steps out from the shadows.

“You look so grown up in riding attire.” He says, from beneath some trees. “Almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Almost didn’t recognize you, either. No scandal in nearly a month?” You start to loosen your braid, accelerating the process of getting into your bath as you walk. There is nothing you want more than to just soak in hot water and let the warmth wash away your soreness. “You must be getting old.”

“Youthfulness is in the spirit.” Daemons hurries to reach you, falling into step right beside you. You resist the urge to walk faster if only to see him struggle. Power play. Always. Push, and pull, and don’t let anyone else get the upper hand.

“Ah, that makes sense.” You slow down your steps because while you enjoy angering your uncle, you would rather not anger him too much. “You have the spirit of a child.”

“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.” Daemon ruffles your hair, uncaring that’s matted in sweat. You make a face. “Did you like your gift?”

“Depends.” You give him a feral little grin. Your uncle looks at you, as if deciding whether he wants to bite or not. Knowing him as you do, you know he can’t stand the intrigue.

“On what?”

“How many of Rhaenyra’s necklaces you had to melt to get the sword.”

“That blade is worth at least five of her necklaces.” Daemon boasts. You give him an unimpressed look.

“Huh. Then I like it.”

“Not love it?”

“It wasn’t ten.” And with a cheeky grin, you are off towards your chambers.

You don’t see Daemon for a few days. You hear him, unfortunately. He is everywhere at once, yet never wherever you are. You know of him in the shape of rumors and hearsay.

When you go fetch yourself a tea tray in the kitchen, your uncle is in the middle of the servants. “I heard last night he was with four whores!” As you ask a maid about your sister’s whereabouts, he is her chosen companion. “Princess Rhaenyra went out to race your uncle, Princess.” And of course, when your father complains, Daemon is in the midst of it. “He insulted Otto and then walked out of the council meeting.”

Despite your wishes, your uncle starts to occupy more of your mind’s space than you would like. You keep wondering what he is up to, each rumor more outrageous than the last. You cannot help but wonder if it’s you who was prompted him to wreak such havoc. The idea of having such power over him, that an offhanded comment can cause such a reaction, makes something tingle in your stomach.

You find him next in the gardens. Alicent and Rhaenyra are fighting again, a nasty thing that soon turns into a screaming match. That's a dynamic you have stayed out of, since you had memory. While Alicent and Rhaenyra were friends, you never felt anything towards Alicent besides a slight sympathy. She seemed nice enough, but she was not your friend.

Rhaenyra and you loved in the same way, you see. Possessive, harsh. As Princesses, you never learned to share. You wanted your person to be only yours. Alicent was Rhenyra’s, and so, you stepped aside.

When she married your father, you weren’t exactly pleased. But you had the emotional detachment Rhenyra lacked, being too close to the situation. In time, you had come to understand that it wasn’t like she had a choice, either.

So, it wasn’t like you were going to break with tradition now. To avoid their screams, you had decided to pace the gardens. Daemon seemed to have the same idea because you find him sitting on a bench with a book in his hands.

“Came to join me?” He asks, voice smooth like honey.

“Rather to escape the screeching.” You sit by his side, curiously peering at the book he holds.

“A Cautionary Tale For Young Girls.” Daemon’s smirk is the only thing that gives him away, that, and the fact that the book is written in High Valyrian. “Most illuminating read. You should try it.”

You laugh, despite yourself. His lips twitch into a more genuine smile, less full of smugness and bravado.

“I was getting lonely.” You say, softly. The admission surprises even you. “You are with Rhaenyra all the time.”

Daemon makes a face, as if pained of what he will say next. He seems wary of hurting you. You wonder if that means he cares for you, in his own twisted way. It’s not often he worries about what others think.

“She has a dragon.” No matter how gentle the tone, it hurts anyway.

“I miss her. Not you.” But it’s a lie. You know it’s a bad pattern, and you shouldn’t miss him, but you are so used to competing for affection that Daemon has become both your rival and the one you crave. The weeks without him have been lonely and taxing. No matter if it was you who pushed him away and didn’t care to reach out after.

“I remember you two were close.” Something must change in your face because your uncle reaches toward you, gently squeezing your arm.

“We used to be. She is just… So angry, all the time. And has all these new people. Admires, prospects…” You feel like a fool. There is a deep sense of unfulfillment and being wronged yet at the same time, you know you are being unreasonable. This was always going to happen. You can’t share the Iron Throne, and she has always been your father’s favorite. Rhaenyra was always going to be the heir.

“Which one am I?”

You shrug.

“It's not like I care.” But you do. You do care, despite your best sense. Because you want to be his favorite. You have always wanted to be someone’s favorite, but Daemon has a special brand of devotion for those he cares about. You wish you could be counted on that list, lately. By the smile on his face, Daemon can probably tell. “And it's not like before she didn't have things that were only hers.”

"I thought you shared everything.” Your uncle tucks a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. You lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

“She has Alicent. Had. Still does.” You know when the time comes, Alicent will be there for Rhaenyra. They are tied together by destiny in ways Rhaenyra and you are not.

“The curse of the younger brother.” With your eyes still closed, his hand gently brushing your hair back, the words do not feel as if they are being spoken aloud. The gardens around you feel muffled, distant. Perhaps it’s the soothing touch, or the deep pang of sadness in your chest, but you do not understand what Daemon means.

“I beg your pardon?” You open your eyes, giving him a confused expression. Not only is he muttering nonsense, your uncle is much closer to you than he was before. Daemon’s forehead is nearly pressed into yours, his thumb now gently rubbing across your jawline.

“Viserys and Rhaenyra are the same.” He explains, tracing your cheekbone next. As if he is keen to learn your face from touch alone, carve it on his mind. It makes you smile slightly. The pain from mourning your innocence is very much still there, but it doesn’t feel like it’s tearing you apart. “Just as you and I are the same.”

“I…” You are not sure of what to answer. Naturally, it makes sense. You can feel it in your bones, but you can’t quite articulate the thought.

Daemon’s thumb presses against your lips in a downward motion, closing them.

Just as your lips flutter behind his thumb to answer the proposal, your uncle speaks again.

“We are free, you and I. But the Iron Throne chains them.”

It’s then you realize it was not a proposition, but rather an explanation of the thoughts you were unable to articulate. And perhaps it’s the sting of rejection or the deep sadness that has taken root on you since the death of your mother, but you cannot keep the words in. They come flowing, tumbling, rushing out of your mouth.

“I want to be a girl forever.” You say to him, starting to tear up. “I am not ready to be a woman.”

You are scared, you realize. No longer are you a girl playing to be a woman, dressing up in your mother’s jewels and dresses. Five years down the line, you will be married. Ten, it will be you who is a mother.

Your uncle gathers you into his arms, painfully soft. You would have never believed Daemon capable of such a tender touch.

“You can’t be innocent forever.”

“Everything is so complicated now. I just… I don’t want anything to change.”

You whisper against his neck. It’s a doomed wish. You know already it’s too late for it. No longer are you an innocent, no longer anything is the same. It will never be.

“Not all changes are bad. There can be pleasure in losing one’s innocence.” Daemon kisses your temple. “And I intend to show it to you.”

That night, the two of you sneak out of the Red Keep.

“I wanted to give you something only yours.” Your uncle says, as he leads you down the Street of Silk. Both of you are wearing rough cloaks, for discretion. You cling to his arm, afraid of getting lost in between the strange sights and smells.

There is so much to see and so much to hear. People laughing in the streets, singing, drunkards and patrons from the brothels mixing. While you are familiar with the streets of King’s Landing, you have never seen them at night. It’s both frightening and exhilarating, watching the city come to life in ways new to you.

There are no children in sight, only adults. The message that Daemon hoped to convey by bringing you here is loud and clear. You are no longer a girl, you are a woman. And so, instead of sleeping soundly in your bed as you have done all your childhood, you get to enjoy the wonders of the night.

The crowd gets even more rowdy as you pass the bigger pleasure houses and walk towards the ones that are at the end of the street. Secluded as they are, they spark your curiosity.

“Where are we going?” You ask your uncle, tugging at his arm. “Inside one of those? Why?”

“They cater to tastes that the rest do not.” Daemon comes to a stop in front of one, and takes off his hood. The woman at the doors takes one look at his hair and quickly ushers you both inside a room.

The room is bare except for a couple of chairs and a bed. You examine everything closely, noting the inferior quality of the furniture. These are not the kinds of chairs you are used to, at the Red Keep. After a while, and only when you notice no one else is hiding inside, you lower your hood. Being overly cautious never hurt anyone, after all.

“What tastes?” You squeeze Daemon’s hand. He gives you a puzzled look. “You said they cater to tastes…”

“You will see.” You are saved from the wait to know what he means by the door opening. Two servants, dressed in little clothing, step inside. Men, near your age. They are completely unique, yet similar. You get the feeling they are not simple servants, even though they serve you and Daemon goblets of wine.

You stare. You do not understand why they are not leaving.

Your uncle steps behind you, to whisper in your ear. His arms circle around your waist.

“Look at them.” He presses a chaste kiss just behind your ear. “Really look.”

So you do. One of the men is tall and strong. Almost wide. All bulging muscles. He has dark hair and light colored eyes. The other man is slightly slender, yet strong either way. He has lighter hair and a much sweeter face. They are both handsome, yet you do not understand what game Daemon could be playing.

“You wanted something only yours.” He mutters, kissing the crown of your head. He perches his chin on top of it. “Most girls, they don’t get to choose whom they lose their innocence to.”

It dawns on you then. He wants you to choose one of the men to… Well. It’s a nice thing to do, but so undeniably Daemon it hurts.

Feeling mischievous, you turn around in his grip.

“And I can choose any of the men in this room?” You smirk. Your uncle’s brows draw together, in disbelief.

“That’s the point, yes.” Daemon speaks slowly, as if explaining to someone particularly daft. Or innocent. “I’ll pay for it, don’t worry.”

“Good.” You smirk, and kiss him. You feel him smirk right back against your mouth.

#stunning #10/10 #daemon x reader

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beesmygod · 5 years ago

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teens and weird adults like me of tumblr, i am asking a favor of you: please arm yourself with the knowledge of how the Internet Archive National Emergency Library lending system operated prior to its dissolution so you are not bamboozled by the weird barrage of bizarre lies being spread about it. for a group of people who claim to love reading, none of the people criticizing it apparently bothered to actually look into how the archive functioned and are now willing to destroy one of the most important and valuable resources available to everyone, everywhere.

i’m going to try to make my case here, and i have no doubt there will be gnashing of teeth from people arguing the letter of the law over the spirit of it but i will address that as well. the “damage” done to publishers was near nonexistent but in exchange the publishers who have filed the lawsuit are willing to destroy the archive under the crushing weight of monetary punishment.

the Internet Archive is literally an online library and is recognized as a library by the state of california. it is not a pirate site.

you cannot download the books on the internet archive website. the only book available for download are those in the public domain. all other books can be checked out the same as you would check out any other e-book at any other brick and mortar library. you can borrow the book for 14 days. the books are protected with DRM and copyright protection to prevent theft.

the books online are purchased or donated, and then scanned. you can only borrow as many books as there are physical copies available at the library. so if there is one copy of war and peace available as an e-book and i check it out, you will have to wait until i’m done with it to check it out yourself. this is slightly different than how regular libraries do it, but regular libraries are currently at war with publishers over e-books and how they fit into libraries.

the national emergency library was temporary. it was slated to last from march 24th to june 30th. it was made specifically in response to the pandemic.

the only change to the current process of book lending was the suspension of wait-lists. this means that for 3 months, multiple people could check out the same book for 14 days. they were able to accomplish this by using the collections from the phillips academy andover, marygrove college, and trent university. the statement from the Internet Archive includes this information:

During the waitlist suspension, users will be able to borrow books from the National Emergency Library without joining a waitlist, ensuring that students will have access to assigned readings and library materials that the Internet Archive has digitized for the remainder of the US academic calendar, and that people who cannot physically access their local libraries because of closure or self-quarantine can continue to read and thrive during this time of crisis, keeping themselves and others safe.

... Public support for this emergency measure has come from over 100 individuals, libraries and universities across the world, including the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). “Ubiquitous access to open digital content has long been an important goal for MIT and MIT Libraries. Learning and research depend on it,” said Chris Bourg, Director of MIT Libraries. “In a global pandemic, robust digital lending options are key to a library’s ability to care for staff and the community, by allowing all of us to work remotely and maintain the recommended social distancing.”

... A final note on calling this a “National Emergency” Library. We lend to the world, including these books. We chose that language deliberately because we are pegging the suspension of the waitlists to the duration of the US national emergency. Users all over the world have equal access to the books now available, regardless of their location.

ok, there are 2 things i want to address now:

the argument that by supporting this writers don’t make money: the fault for this does not and will never lay at the feet of librarians. after reading all of the above, i would find it very difficult to sincerely believe that an author’s royalty money was severely impacted by three months of 14 days library checkouts. we really cannot allow ourselves to start declaring libraries as our financial enemies because they allow the poor to access things they otherwise would not be able to access. institutions that make information freely available to the public need to be preserved at all costs (source: was librarian).

this is a fault in the publisher. the publisher is the one who profits the most from a book sale and the publisher is the one who is filing the lawsuit. the publishing industry is a group of leeches that cling to you as you slowly attempt to make a living.

a library does not hurt profits. a library is a public service.

even if you want to adhere to the letter of the law, i find it extremely difficult to condemn the actions of the internet archive. there was no financial reason for what they did, no malice and no ulterior motive. their national emergency library was a response to brick and mortar libraries being closed in the wake of a pandemic and shutting off a stream of information to people who needed it (especially students!). in response to catastrophe they stepped up and offered a solution. to condemn them under false pretenses (as many did, by calling it a pirate site and weirdly claiming you could download books an unlimited amount of times [?]) has been calamitous.

this was a huge post lol. if you really read this thank you. i hope it made sense. my motive for writing this is not bc i think writers should be poor and should work for free so don’t get it twisted (i draw a dumbass webcomic so i Get It). i just really like libraries and am really upset at the smear job this one got.

please donate to the internet archive.

#it you respond to this in a way that indicates you clearly did not read it im going to make a mess of your pots and pans

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svedupelle · 3 years ago

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“Osiris speaks of Darkness as undisciplined chaos, that knows only destruction… Toland speaks of a bargain… Pujari writes that the Black Garden grows in both directions… How to reconcile these teachings with the fragments?” – Eris Morn

okay so here’s the first part to my attempt at figuring out what exactly Eris is talking about here. i decided to start with the easy ones, Osiris and Toland. Pujari’s going to take forever lol

anyway i hope this all makes sense. it probably just sounds like a whole lot of rambling but since we’re talking about Toland i think it’s appropriate!!!

1. Osiris

“Osiris speaks of Darkness as undisciplined chaos, that knows only destruction…”

Undisciplined chaos= chaos without restraint, without self-control ; “action not regulated in accordance with a system or governance” ; chaos without bounds

That knows only destruction = unbridled chaos that only destroys; unlimited destruction; unregulated and uncontrolled chaos that only destroys

Osiris views the Darkness as chaotic destruction without limits; he doesn’t moralize it, doesn’t even give it an agenda or some kind of will. He does recognize it as an “entity” in Kairos Function, but beyond that, as far as we know, the Osirian view of the Darkness doesn’t seem very concerned with what the Darkness wants or seeks to accomplish or finds important. The Darkness is simply destructive, boundless chaos.

“Darkness as chaotic destruction” doesn’t seem to match the Winnower’s nor the Witness’ goals of Salvation and the Final Shape, except for in a roundabout way.

Both of them (Witness and Winnower, assuming that they are different beings) delegate the task of accomplishing their goals to others, devoted followers and incidental allies alike, which in and of itself breeds unregulated, chaotic destruction. The Hive’s crusade and the Vex’ end-goal destroy without limit; the Fallen’s raids and the Cabal’s wars destroy without rule nor guideline. They all destroy each other and themselves. In the end, even if there is a goal to be reached and a philosophy guiding the actions, the road there is drowned in “undisciplined chaos, that knows only destruction”. Technically speaking, Darkness as we know it isn’t a destructive force of nature as Osiris describes it; however, it does cause destruction without limit. It spreads it like a virus. Jakob Böhme (a Christian theologue who will come up later when discussing Unveiling) states that: “in the order of nature, an evil thing cannot produce a good thing out of itself, but one evil thing generates another” (Threefold Life), and the last part, that evil begets evil, is essentially how the Darkness spreads destruction. It’s a small detail, but it does matter in trying to make sense of Osiris’ definition.

The problem is that Osiris’ definition is outdated. By now, we know that the Darkness has a goal, and the means to accomplish it. We know the philosophy guiding its actions. We know that that philosophy makes it strive for simplicity and reject complexity, down to it seemingly resenting complex organisms and.., basically conscious life.

Osiris’ definition was important (for humanity) because it was a rebuke of the Speaker’s position. Simply put, Osiris acknowledged the Darkness to be an active malevolent force, not just the absence of Light, and therefore believed it must be understood. Know thy enemy. However, Osiris’ understanding of the Darkness critically fails when he states that “(…) between Darkness and Convergence, I would choose Darkness. It is a logical choice.” (again, Kairos Function). At current, the Witness is the biggest player on the Darkness’ side. However, the Witness is not the Darkness, but “wears it like a cloak”. This distinction is almost irrelevant, so long as the Darkness remains passive in the game (did the Darkness gift us Stasis? Or did the Witness?). The Final Shape is, ultimately, the same as the Vex’ Convergence: universal genocide, with one winner. The difference is individualistic: the Witness wants one individual to remain, the Vex want the collective to remain. Either way, Osiris’ preference for the Darkness over the Vex shows his misunderstanding of the enemy wielding the Darkness, because there is no meaningful difference between the two when you’ve reached the end of everything.

So, I think we can safely say that Osiris was mostly wrong. The Darkness is more than just chaos, more than a force of nature, because it actively seems to desire things.

2. Toland

“Toland speaks of a bargain…”

According to Osiris, according to Toland, the Hive gained their power through a bargain via the Worm Gods, with the Darkness (Kairos Function). The bargain is thus: in exchange for endless killing, you are given eternity and power and truth. And power is truth, as Toland tells us, at least in the Ascendant Realm (Echo of Oryx).

Obviously, in order to be able to bargain in any way, the Darkness must be more than some force of destruction like Osiris would say. If we assume that that which speaks to Oryx in “Majestic. Majestic.” is the same as that which speaks to us in Unveiling, then the Darkness has to be more than some quality of nature.

The truth in question that one attains through the bargain is the Final Shape of all things, above all things. It looks down on you. It is that existence is the struggle to exist, so only that which exists without suffering may exist; the idea that much like the ‘first war’ between the atom and the primordial broth (The Darkness 3), whatever wins this time is going to define everything that follows.

But if all that suffers is undeserving of existence, then the bargain makes you an unfeeling monster by obligation: Rhulk is our prime example, Oryx is another. A tragic murderer who had to kill to live, for his death would render his magnanimous purpose irrelevant, and if so, why did he did any of this? Why did he leave the shores of the Fundament? The only answer can be himself, so long as he subsists.

Naturally, the actual bargain that takes place between the Worm Gods and the Hive is a trick, the Hive receive a flawed immortality and are then used by higher powers as a vanguard, making the culling of the universe a much quicker affair than if one only relied on individual Disciples like Rhulk.

But I digress. Toland speaks of a bargain, via the Worm Gods, with the Darkness. But framing this bargain as a definition of the Darkness itself is odd, since the bargain is poisoned from the beginning (according to Oryx): since the worms were given and not taken, they will devour their hosts if they are not fed. But this is a strange trap to blame on the Darkness itself, when a cornerstone of the Darkness’ ideology is that it is honest and true (and when you think about it, it has little reason to lie): doesn’t it disprove its own position if it can only convince others of its cause by lying and trapping them?

But with Witch Queen, it’s revealed that this trap was laid by Rhulk and the Witness, using Xita. If so, Toland is sort of wrong. The Darkness isn’t based on a bargain; the bargain was a lie. As such, one might say that Toland’s definition falls apart, that he misunderstood the Books of Sorrow, but it’s the other way around. The fact that Toland is wrong shows the flaw in the Books of Sorrow, it shows that the followers of the Darkness are not as honest as the Darkness (even the Books themselves are full of lies!).

#destiny 2 #the biggest problem with this quote is that it doesnt make any sense #and that it was released way back during TTK #the writers likely hadn't planned everything out in detail at the time #and the characters (Eris) didn't have all of this information #from Eris' point of view at the time it makes sense to try and define the Darkness using all of these different definitions #but with hindsight there's honestly little to be gleamed here i dont think #still i will continue! because i am having fun! :)

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besanii · 4 years ago

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love the paper thin verse!! the angst is delicious. would love to see more XiXian, maybe a moment where lxc realizes he might have caught feelings?

[ following this ]

There is no pomp, no circumstance, no ceremony nor celebration. All anyone knows is that one day Wei Wuxian is held in guarded custody at the Imperial palace, and the next he is leaving the Emperor's chambers a consort clad in Gusu blue, with Imperial jewels in his hair.

Scandalous, some murmur. Seducing the Emperor so brazenly.

Betrayal, say others. To trample over Hanguang-wang's affection so soon after his death.

Only Lan Xichen knows how bitterly Wei Wuxian had wept when the news had arrived, how his legs had given out from beneath him and he had crumpled to the floor like a puppet without its strings. How he had curled in on himself with a broken cry before lashing out at anyone who dared to approach; how he had to be restrained, bound and gagged like an animal to his bed so he could not injure himself or others in his grief.

It was partly pity, perhaps, and guilt that moved Lan Xichen to make the offer. Lan Wangji is—was—his brother, his most loyal and steadfast subject amongst the treachery of the court, who had died without hesitation to protect the Empire and Lan Xichen. And Wei Wuxian was the only person Lan Wangji had loved as much as the Empire. It would only be right for Lan Xichen to honour his brother’s sacrifice by saving the one he loved.

"Let me help you," he'd said.

Wei Wuxian had looked at him through lifeless eyes.

"Why?"

"For Wangji, if nothing else," he'd answered honestly, and sees something flicker across his face. "Wangji would want you to be safe."

After a long moment, Wei Wuxian had nodded and Lan Xichen drew up the decree almost immediately, conferring upon him the title of xuanyi. Propagator of Deportment. Wei Wuxian had snorted at the irony when he first heard it.

"It is a little on the nose, perhaps," Lan Xichen had admitted.

Wei Wuxian had shaken his head and offered him a wavering, watery smile as he bends his knees for the first time.

"Your concubine thanks Huangshang for his generosity."

He isn't too sure what he had expected of Wei Wuxian as a consort. What he had known about him as a person stemmed almost entirely from a handful of short conversations and watching him with Lan Wangji—as such, he had half-expected to be kept busy with constant chatter and attempts at flouting the constrictive etiquette of the inner palace.

But the Wei Wuxian he gets, the Wei Wuxian after Lan Wangji's death—Wei Wuxian the consort—is a model of propriety. He smiles politely and offers pleasant, unoffending conversation, presenting to the world every bit of the good breeding that has been instilled in him since birth. He charms the other consorts into friendships and earns the respect of his servants almost immediately with his good humour and generous hand. Even Lan Qiren, the notoriously strict and conservative Imperial Tutor, cannot find fault in his behaviour.

But there are brief moments when the smiles slip just a fraction and his eyes grow unfocused; a tremble appears in the corner of his mouth and in his long fingers. In those moments, brief as they are, Lan Xichen thinks he can see the depth of his grief, and something twinges deep inside his chest—in pity, perhaps, or sympathy. Guilt.

So he does his best to make him happy: he gifts him an antique flute, carved of the finest jade by the greatest artisan over three hundred years ago, and allows him to play with the court musicians; he brings him books and tools and paper, and offers him unlimited access to the Imperial libraries. He is aware these are poor substitutes for what he could have had, that he can never give Wei Wuxian what he truly desires. But Wei Wuxian brightens a little with each gift, each new little sliver of freedom, and it eases the ache in Lan Xichen's heart.

It is only right, he tells himself. I am only doing right by Wangji by taking care of him.

“Huangshang, may your concubine speak bluntly?” his Empress murmurs one night as she pours him tea. He picks up the teacup.

"Qiongyue, you are my wife,” he reminds her with a smile. “When we are alone, you may forgo the formalities and speak your mind.”

Nie Qiongyue inclines her head.

“Then, Fujun, Qiongyue will speak freely.” She folds her hands together and sets them on the table in front of her. “Is Fujun truly doing this for Wangji’s sake, or because you want Wei Wuxian to be happy—with you?”

“Huangshang,” Eunuch Wang murmurs from his place at Lan Xichen’s elbow. “Will we be joining Wei-xuanyi and Hanguang-wang in the pavilion?”

He watches from afar as Lan Wangji approaches the pavilion, sees the outline of Wei Wuxian’s profile as he turns and makes his way to the stairs. From this distance, he cannot hear what they are saying, or even make out their faces with much clarity, but he already has a fairly good idea.

His fingers brush against the pendant hanging from his belt. The wood is smooth and polished, carved into the shape of a dragon amidst the flowing cloud insignia of the Imperial family.

A gift, Huangshang. A token of your concubine’s devotion.

Up ahead, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have moved further into the pavilion and appear to be deep in conversation; they stand several feet apart with Wei Wuxian’s retinue around them. To any other person, they would appear as little more than cordial acquaintances.

Lan Xichen exhales through his nose; he tells himself it is not out of relief.

“No,” he decides. “We will return to the Imperial study.”

Eunuch Wang and the rest of his retinue bow.

“Yes, Huangshang.”

Translations

Fujun (夫君) - old-fashioned/archaic form of “husband”

buy me a ko-fi!

more paper-thin fic | verse

Notes

Nie Qiongyue is the OC I used in shattered mirrors for LXC’s Empress, because why create a new one OC when I have a perfectly good one to use right there?

(hey, imagine if this was like...an AU of SM if WWX had not left for Yunmeng and the war was actually with Dongying and not Qishan. food for thought.)

Anyway, I said I didn’t know where I’m going with this but here you go anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m thinking we just keep this to feelings and angst and leave out the plotty stuff this time lol...I’m saving my plot juices to finish off SM for now.

#my writing #mdzs #wangxian #xixian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan xichen #paper thin fic #薄命 #王爺機 x 妃子羡 #皇帝曦 x 妃子羡 #consort!wwx #emperor!lxc #duke!lwj #lan wangji x wei wuxian #lan xichen x wei wuxian #🔪🔪#harem au #imperial au

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digimonandpokemon · 2 years ago

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AAA- Okay

I've had this idea in my head for a while. I'm gonna do a little info dump sorry not sorry.

Idgaf if it's cringey I've been waiting for an excuse to type this out lmaoooo

Disclaimer I was writing this all throughout my school day so if it sounds weird sorry.

Personally I imagined mother gothel as king boo cause I thought it would be cool if Luigi got healing powers (or rather regunative powers which I'll explain why later.)

So like I imagined that it follows the movie pretty well but instead of getting kidnapped as a baby he gets kidnapped at a young age after people found out he has powers and King Boo put a spell on him that made him forget about his life before. He told Luigi that he was in a terrible accident and King Boo saved him and because of that he must stay in the tower to stay safe. In reality it's to keep him hidden from the royal family (aka Mario, and his older sister Peach (I didn't wanna make up characters lol))

So the reason why Kign Boo wants Luigi's powers is because his crown (which gives him his powers) is not an unlimited source. His crown slowly loses its power the more he uses it. But with Luigi's power he's able to restore the magic in his crown.

Then one day (after a failed kidnapping attempt or something hadn't really thought out all the details yet. Either way) Bowser stumbles across the tower that Luigi is being kept in and the rest goes like the movie. Luigi convinces Bowser to take him to see the lanterns on his brithday. Then the rest is exactly like the movie. Boat scene and all

I havent exactly thought about the ending but whateves.

We all know bowigi beauty and the beast au but what about bowigi Rapunzel au

Give me a Luigi having an existential crisis because he left the tower that his brother told him to stay in for his own safety

I have a lot of ideas and honestly with the amount of content that my brain gave me with this idea I could write an entire fanfiction about it but I already have three other bowigi fanfics that I’m working on so it must wait I can’t up that number to four!!

I mean technically I can but I don’t know if that’s a good idea

#bowuigi

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velveticamoon · 4 years ago

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AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha-

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for:

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited.

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;)

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :)

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot?

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he

EREN

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now)

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING-

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you”

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie)

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite)

Popcorn fights while watching them

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face”

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?”

“jean, we’re literally dating-”

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby)

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN

Making holiday cards with him

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen

It just kinda,, did,,

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control)

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet-

Y’all can probably guess what happened-

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face*

And so the war begins

Two words: S N O W F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-)

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA

Popcorn and cranberry garland

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;)

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-)

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI

Caroling with them omfg-

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;)

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that-

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops

#these were supposed to go up earlier im so sorry folks-#but these were so fun to make #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot christmas hcs #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #eren jeager x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #connie x reader #sasha x reader #hanji x reader

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trivia-bangtan · 3 years ago

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after (jjk) - 005

pairing: patient!oc x patient!jungkook

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda a hazel and gus trope, | lots of angst, fluff and suggestive themes

warning: this chapter gets extremely dark 😭 (nothing new lol)

authors note: omfg im so sorry it’s taken me so long to post 😩 the schedule might change from now on bc my schedule changed 😅 but hope u guys enjoy it 😩😩

there's a phobia called agoraphobia. it’s basically the fear of places and situations that can cause panic, helplessness and/or embarrassment. usually, i can deal with it. but things like cringe worthy scenes and overly cheesy romance is unavoidable.

especially being friends with jeon jungkook.

i knew better than to hand out my phone number to just anyone, but i thought maybe jungkook would be so busy with his own life, he would leave me alone.

for his parents' sake, i hope he had unlimited talk and text for his plan. the boy texted me first thing in the morning and every hour or so. he would call me at night, sometimes even facetime me, just before he went to bed. and even when we would hang up, he would still text me goodnight.

the only other person i would talk to everyday, other than my parents, is hoseok. hoseok was my older cousin, but one of my closest friends as well. but even hoseok gave a break during the day to allow some “me time” for the both of us.

jungkook was relentless. he would always text me “good morning sunshine” and then text me “good night my moon”. what the hell even was that?

as much as it was annoying, it was endearing in a sense. i guess it was nice to have someone other than family constantly checking up on me. but some part of me couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of what namjoon had said and if he felt obligated to have to talk to me.

i knew jungkook wasn’t like that. but a small part of me couldn’t help but convince myself that it could be true.

“so the guy texts you all the time? it’s not a big deal,” hoseok said, sitting across the island in his kitchen. i stuck my fork into my bowl of fruit, impaling a small blueberry in the process.

“i mean, it’s not but it’s weird. hobi, i’ve never had someone crave to talk to me so often. and i swear it has to be because of what our counselor said,” i mumble.

the thing about hoseok is he has an aura that gets you to spill all emotions. much like jungkook. but the difference between the two of them in my life is that i’ve known hoseok a lot longer and can confirm he can keep his mouth shut.

“well contrary to your belief, you’re a decent person to have around,” he shrugs, giving a strawberry in his mouth. i snort at his comment and roll my eyes.

“wow, what a compliment. it’s a wonder you’re single,” i chuckle, shoveling the fork full of blueberries into my mouth.

“i’m single by choice. what about you?” hoseok smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” i asked, laughing at his expression.

“what?”

“the whole thing?” i respond, laying my fork down onto the counter, leaning onto it with my elbows, forearms flat as i folded my hands.

“i’m single because i choose to be. i prefer comforting solitude than forced company,” he shrugs, continuing to shovel fruit into his mouth.

“forced company?” i ask.

“yeah. like, just because we’re together, they feel obligated to HAVE to hang out with me or invite me everywhere when, in reality, i don’t give a damn. i mean, you know me. we both value our solitude and respect that. but it’s hard to find someone that understands that. and then i’m the bad guy for wanting alone time when really, it’s a mental health break,” hoseok explains, his eyes locked onto the bowl in front of him.

his statement surprised me. he was always such a people oriented person. as kids, he was the first to make friends between us and always such an extrovert. it kind of hurt to know eventually his whole personality switched. but maybe being so wrapped up in my world and in my own issues, i failed to acknowledge the people around me.

the atmosphere changed after that. almost as if there was a sad reminisce in the air.

“do you think you’re forced to keep me company?” i blurted. i couldn’t deny, the thought crossed my mind multiple times before. was everyone around me just babysitting to make sure i didn’t hurt myself?

i couldn’t tell. i knew asking would be dumb. hoseok would never tell me the truth. he’s usually a pretty blunt and up front guy, but he would never outright hurt my feelings. which saddened me even more. would he willingly lie to comfort me? knowing what i knew?

“do you think i am?”

“yeah,” i honestly admitted. we both sat in silence, taking in my answer.

it wasn’t a lie. like i said, the thought had crossed my mind. every time he placed his phone down on the table to force himself to give me his attention. the way he seemingly dropped everything immediately if i asked him to hang out with me or pick me up some place. how i never heard of him being with friends.

the more i sat there, the more i threw myself into overdrive, thinking until my head started to pound from overthinking.

“well, you’re wrong,” he sighed. my eyes flitted up to gaze at his face. he looked sullen, almost like my answer had upset him. i released a silent huff through my nose, smirking in the process.

“you don’t have to protect me,” i murmured quietly.

“my mom called me. she begged me to come home one day. i didn’t understand it at first, but she's my mom. i did as i was told. when i got home, she didn’t say anything, just told me to get in the car. i remember thinking to myself ‘what’s got her feeling this way? why is she being ominous with her actions?’ the whole drive, she said nothing,” hoseok said, a distant look in his eyes.

“she ended up pulling over at some park. it was late, so i didn’t recognize it at first. but then i realized what park it was. it was the park we went to as kids. and, again, i kept wondering to myself why she was being enigmatic with her actions. and then she spoke. she said six words and then didn’t speak the rest of the week,” he said, his voice shaken with sadness.

“what did she say?” i asked softly, my voice a mere whisper. hoseok looked up at me, his eyes glazed red.

“your cousin tried to kill herself.”

i felt like the air had come out of my lungs.

it’s funny, people like to talk about your attempts, but nobody ever tells you where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. nobody tells you the pain they feel or the hurt. the anger or the betrayal. they pretend like what they felt didn’t happen to convince themselves it wasn’t real and they could move on. because it didn’t work and you’re alive.

but hearing hoseok tell me about his experience, it stirred something in my heart and i hadn’t felt in a long time.

regret.

“she didn’t even mention if you survived or if you were okay. that’s all she said. and because she was crying, i assumed the worst. i had assumed you died. and it felt like everything in me… stopped working. like, i forgot what it was like to not have you by my side. every… every memory, every laugh. every inside joke. it was like a corny ass film playing at 2x speed in front of me. my mind kept telling itself this can’t be real. she wouldn’t do that to me’. but the longer we sat there and the harder she cried, i couldn’t take it. i jumped out of the car and just started running. i didn’t know where i was going but i just had to run because the car was so suffocating, i thought i was gonna pass out. and i kept asking myself ‘why her? why couldn’t she just talk to me? why didn’t she tell me she was hurting? does she know how much i love her and that i would do anything to keep her here?’ and then i was pissed because i thought you had abandoned me. that you didn’t care about me or your parents or my mom. but then… once i stopped running… i felt bad for you. because i could never imagine the amount of loneliness you must’ve felt thinking the only way to solve this was to end it all,” he said through his compendious recount of that night. i could feel the hurt and regret make its rounds in my heart, forcing my body to follow. it physically ached to hear hobi recall every moment of that night. “i’m sorry,” i cried out, crying into my hands.

“that’s why i hang out with you. that’s why i talk to you. because i don’t want you to feel that kind of loneliness ever again,” he admitted, sniffling. the hurt and regret only further festered and made me cry over hard to the point where i felt like i couldn’t breathe. hoseok stood from his spot, making his way around the island. he stood in front of me, pulling me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist. i hadn’t hugged anyone in years, and the amount of care and love hoseok had emitted through his hug made me cry even more.

“and that’s why i’m so glad you have jungkook. because when i can’t be there, at least he is,” he explained, rubbing small circles in my back.

though my doubt was still heavy, and i felt as if he had an ulterior motive, hoseok’s words comforted me in a way.

jungkook had been nothing but kind, never intrusive or inquisitive about my history or my feelings. he spoke to me because he wanted me to know that he cared.

and for the first time in forever, i felt something else too.

hope.

#bts #kpop #bts jungkook #jungkook #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts jeon jungkook #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook angst #jeon jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years ago

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🍅 the tomato emoji is so cute !!!!!!!

min girluncle, this is the miraculous of the bee which grants the power of subjection. you will use it for the greater good.

miraculous: bee

kwami: pollen

special power: venom, the ability to temporarily immobilize your opponent

form: hair comb

weapon: spinning top

okay. i am Also kind of going with vibes for this one??? i was torn between two for you, actually but ended up going with the bee!

so, the bee miraculous can be considered one of the more dangerous ones as its power is literally paralyzing someone, and if you truly do not need to recharge your power when you grow up, this gives you unlimited attempts to paralyze people.

something i always say when i talk about the bee miraculous is that the holder needs to have two very important qualities. the first is being trustworthy. i need to be able to trust that you would use the power for the greater good and not for pettiness or doing something against the greater good. the second is bravery. bravery in the sense that you have to be willing and unafraid to paralyze someone. i know that many people, myself included, would hesitate and feel bad, even if it was an akumatized villain. the bee needs to be used by someone who isn't afraid to do what they need to do.

tbh, i see both of these qualities in you. i would honestly trust you with the bee miraculous and would be confident that you wouldn't use it to harm me / the team. i've seen your posts and seen you standup for what you believe in, and i feel like you would have the guts to do what you need to.

the bee miraculous requires someone to be more offensive in battle, but not too reckless. if you're young (or the whole age theory is wrong lol), you only get one shot at using venom and it needs to be right. the bee miraculous user may have difficulty following orders, probably has the tiniest bit of a hero complex. in the end, i think that pollen really is a good fit for those people.

the bee miraculous requires someone who is willing to learn and willing to try following orders and someone willing to try putting their pride aside. it requires someone who is able to act quickly but with precision, and someone who is willing to take matters into their own hands to protect their team if need be.

tbh, i feel as if bee miraculous holders tend to be people who feel under-valued or wish to be seen. people who want to be loved but aren't, or people who want people to believe in them the way that you want to believe in others. people who have something to prove and people willing to make a change in their life. people who are willing to run into danger because, like i said, the bee is a more offensive miraculous than a defensive one.

i think something interesting with miraculouses is that you wouldn't want to be too emotionally involved. the cat is the miraculous of destruction, if you're too emotionally unstable, you could destroy everything / unnecessary things. the snake is the miraculous of intuition, if you're too emotionally involved, you'll get in over your head and won't be able to do what you need to because it'll never be right. the bee miraculous falls under that category. you need to be good at compartmentalizing your feelings, or at least putting them aside when you're in costume. if you get too emotional, you'll become too reckless and use venom on the wrong person--maybe even a teammate by accident. the bee miraculous is one of the miraculouses with a greater risk if the holder becomes too emotional, so i think people with the bee miraculous tend to also be good at pretending and putting on a show or ignoring their feelings. maybe they put on an act to impress people or maybe they simply aren't happy but can't let others see that. either way, they're good at "controlling" their emotions and could do so on command.

another thing with that is that all miraculous holders are bound to use their miraculous for selfish reasons or out of impulse. we've seen ladybug use hers for that reason in bubbler and chat noir use his destruction for that reason in the christmas special. they all mess up, and luckily, they have the ladybug miraculous to clean it up for them, but it still takes a bit of an emotional toil. i think the bee is one of the ones where i would truly need to trust that you could handle the pressure and wouldn't make too many mistakes, as terrible as that may sound. the bee miraculous does require a lot pressure and emotional turmoil, i think, moreso than people realize. just another reason why i think that pollen is one of the perfect kwamis for this miraculous. she makes her holders feel valued and cared for and important, and that is important.

send me a tomato or something and i'll give you a miraculous

#min tag #sORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #you stumped me for awhile ngl #then it kind of came to me and it just felt Right #idk if this is accurate at all but i hope at least a little bit of it is!#again i kind of went with mostly vibes but i really feel as if you'd be a good bee idk iouyftdgyuhio #also sO TRUE THE TOMATO EMOJI IS CUTE #corey rambles:)

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corvuscorona · 3 years ago

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@kreuz-unlimited said: why not be sane and use dictionaries? just saying :-)

I hope this is you volunteering to be the rubber duck for a second because that's what's about to happen, okay. so:

FACT 1: I refuse to use the shift key any more than I have to, so if there's a dict whose values I need to access often, I have to assign those values to simple (short.) variables anytime they change.

FACT 2: Ren'py is picky about which changes it keeps track of and which it ignores, and if you don't play by its rules saving/loading/rollback break immediately.

FACT 3: fact 2 makes automating the Dict Variable Reassignment in fact 1 basically impossible. (I TRIED.)

SO... Instead of using dicts (which work!) and automating away the thing I hate about using dicts (which does not work.), I'm learning OOP, because typing name.points annoys me a lot less than typing name["points"].

HOWEVER.

It also means that if I have a function that gets passed "name" as a string... how the fuck do I access name.points from in there?! exec is the only thing I've tried that came close, and it ALSO breaks rollback in the end, lol. (for the record: exec "%s.points" % name + " += a_number")

Right now, I'm trying to wrap my head around getattr and setattr; I feel like the solution is in there somewhere? The class I'm subclassing has them __underscored__ out for some reason (does it want me to implement them in my subclass.. ????? I can just change it if I feel like it, but I feel like the person who wrote it knows things I don't)... I tried using them before I went down the exec rabbithole, but I was definitely doing something wrong, so I'm attempting to do it less wrong the second time around.

#I'm having a great time obviously. but it is slow going. but I AM learning which is exciting #hope this is entertaining in some way. I am assuming it's kind of like watching a kid draw a dog with finger-paint #WAIT ALSO: I REALIZE THAT I CAN USE SINGLE QUOTES TO ACCESS DICT KEYS #THIS DOES NOT RENDER DICTS EASY-TO-TYPE ENOUGH FOR ME TO CONSIDER JUST LEAVING EM IN THERE #LET ME LIKE. STATE THAT I KNOW THAT. SQUARE BRACKETS AND SINGLE QUOTES ARE STILL ON A WEIRD PART OF THE KEYBOARD #and I know I can make this easier if I can figure out how to git gud. there's a solution somewhere i can feel it

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imagineurfavs · 5 years ago

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2PM Taecyeon - A-Z

“Hi! New follower here~ I'm glad to find someone who still write about 2PM. Can you do a from A-Z, for Taecyeon, please? Thank you” “could you do an a-z Taecyeon please” “Hi~ Can I request a "A-Z" for 2PM Taecyeon, please? I think you've done it for all the members but him ;___;. Thank yooou”

(A/N im yet to do chansungs either lol my mans always been forgotten about ;;;;)

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theres a severe lack of 2pm gifs on tumblr dgsdg its sad...so heres some wet taec lmao

A - Aftercare Taec is a simple man; aftercare would probably only consist of handling you a towel and getting you both cleaned up. After that he just wants to lay with you and talk about how much you love each other lol, he gets super mushy.

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) On himself, he likes his chest, he loves how its the first place your hands go whenever you kiss him. On you, he likes your legs, how the wrap around his waist as hes pounding into you, or how they clamp around his face as he’s eating you out.

C - Cum Prefers to cum inside of you, it’s just easier. If not then there’s no telling where it’s gonna land tbh; I feel like he produces a fair amount and it just kinda...goes everywhere

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Just once. He wants you to be the dominant one. Just one time so he can get a feeling of what it’s like. He’s so used to being the one in total control he wants to see you with that power over him for a change

E - Experience I mean...he’s in his 30′s lol of course he’s gonna have experience. Out of the members though I’d say he maybe has the most. Let’s just say you'll be in expert hands lol

F - Favourite Position Anything where he can stay in control. Probably ends up being missionary bc he likes to be able to keep you pinned underneath him, or doggy so he can keep the pace how he likes.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) Definitely more serious. He keeps all the cuddlyness for afterwards, but for now he’s got goals in mind of getting you both off and he wont relax until he’s accomplished those.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Keeps it cleaned up and tidy but like, it’s not super well groomed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) This is a tough one, bc Taec is like 3000% man lmao, he just gives off super dominant vibes. But he’s also super cuddly and loving, so I guess it really depends on the day lol

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Pretty often, every other day or so. You’ll be able to tell exactly what he doing whenever he phones you at night, he’s big into phone sex lol

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) Now, I wouldn’t say he’s an outright dom, but he does utilise a lot of the same practices they do lol, just without any of the punishment, he can’t bring himself to punish anyone lmao. He likes to be firmly in control.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) Aside from the bedroom, he loves having sex in the bath. It’s a lot more romantic than the shower, but also a lot more difficult to pull off, so it’s not something that happens that often lmao.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) He’s a sucker for dirty talk, whisper something saucy in his ear and hell just d i e. Especially if yall are in public, he loves to hear you being

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs) As dominant as he can be, I dont really think he’d be into anything along the lines of degradation etc. He just feels like it crosses the line into actually being mean, which he’d never wanna be

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He really goes all out with oral, he jut loves how you taste and could honestly stay between your legs for hours. He’ll hold you down by your hips and just go to town lmao.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) For sure on the rougher end of things.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) They’re a somewhat regular occurrence just bc of how busy he always is. Quickies always end up being a lot rougher and more frantic than regular sessions

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) As long as it isnt anything that can end up with any “real world” problems like injuries, getting caught etc. he’d be down.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) I feel like this guy has pretty much unlimited energy when it comes to sex lol. He can go as long as you need, for as many rounds as you can handle lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) I dont think using toys would be something he’d ever initiate on his own, he’s got enough confidence in his own skills to where he kinda thinks they're a little pointless. But if it’s something you really wanna do, he’d comply.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) He loves like, subtle teasing. He’ll send you sweaty gym pics during the day asking like “how am I looking babe?” even though he’s totally aware of what he looks like smh. However, he absolutely cannot handle being teased himself, if you even attempt to tease him, he’ll just totally take control and remind you whos in charge.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) BOOOY HE’S LOUD. I feel like he’s a type to almost lowkey growl oof nice. Lots and lots of swearing and low moans of your name.

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) Loves loves loves having his hair pulled. It’s such a specific feeling he just cant get enough of. It’s to the point where he’ll put your hands in his hair at any given chance he gets, the harder he feels you pull, the more he knows he’s doing a good job

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants) I don’t think it’s surprise to anyone when i say that Taec probably is packing lol, he’s just a large guy in general so... 7/7.5 inches give or take, and pretty thick

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Pretty high, or at least on the higher side of average. Around 4ish times a week most likely

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Even if he’s totally spent, if he sees you not totally satisfied he wont rest until he knows you’ve been sufficiently taken care of lmao. After that, he’s totally out cold

#2pm #2pm scenarios #2pm smut #2pm imagine #2pm reactions #ok taecyeon #2pm taecyeon #taecyeon smut #taecyeon imagine #taecyeon scenarios #kpop a-z #kpop smut #kpop reactions #kpop im #kpop scenarios

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cloudyskywars · 4 years ago

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The Magnus Archives, Season 2

Hello again. I’ve now finished listening to Season 2 of TMA and have lost my mind. @reese-haleth can confirm. After Season 1 I wrote my “statement” regarding my thoughts on the season. I’ve done it again, even though no one asked lol. Listen, I just love this podcast a lot, okay? Enjoy my 2,000 word report on Season 2 of The Magnus Archives.

Statement below the cut.

Continued statement of CloudySkyWars and her experiences listening to the second season of The Magnus Archives. Statement originally given 28th April, 2021.

I… don’t really know where to begin. It has now been a full day since I finished Season 2, and I still don’t quite know what to think. So many things were revealed in the season finale, and throughout the season in general. I don’t quite know what to do with all the new information I have now. In rereading my previous statement, I was right to be nervous for Jon. I didn’t think it was possible, but his situation got worse.

Let’s start with an easier- well, not easier- but more approachable topic I suppose? Sasha is gone. I think I’ve known that from the end of last season, when her voice changed abruptly and no one seemed to notice. Her scream as she was eaten, or taken, or whatever it was, was terrible. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected her to come back from something like that. Still, it hurts me to know that she’s truly gone.

We now know more about the being that took Sasha. I’m still not sure what it is called exactly, but for now I shall refer to it as the Not Being. It has apparently been around for ages; hundreds, possibly thousands of years. As it said itself, it wears the person that it chooses as its victim. It transforms into them, for lack of better word, except it changes its appearance, yet somehow tricks everyone into believing that that is how the person has always appeared. Well, almost everyone. It is odd how there always appear to be one or two people that the being cannot fool. In the case of Graham, it was his neighbor across the street. In the case of Sasha, it was Melanie, the ghost hunter. As Gerturde Robinson said, it is strange that a being that has the power to assume someone’s identity and change pictures and hundreds of people’s memories somehow misses just a few people that remember who the person was at first. I do not know for sure, but perhaps those that it cannot fool are somehow protected by another one of the Beings.

That’s another difficult topic. The Beings. I don’t know exactly what to call them yet. Jon has slowly been putting the pieces together, and with the statement of the now late Jurgen Leitner, the pieces form an almost complete puzzle. From my understanding, there are 10 Beings so far that we are aware of at this time.

Here is my understanding of the Beings so far. I don’t know how correct any of this is, but I know I still have much to learn.

Being 1: Darkness. The form of darkness incarnate, responsible for the founding of the cult The People’s Church of the Divine Host. It can dim lights, and also affect the water when it is near. The head of the cult in the 1990s was one Maxwell Reiner.

Being 2: Michael, aka The Spiral. It lies. This Being appears to be a master of deception and trickery, and has no regard to others except to watch them in its tortured games. I will discuss Michael further, but right now we know the appearance it chooses to take at this time: a tall man with curly blonde hair and bulbous, swollen hands.

Being 3: Meat. I do not know much about this being at this time. It appears to be vicious, and quite literally thirsts for blood and meat.

Being 4: Fire. Again, my knowledge on this particular being is limited. I believe it to be closely tied to Agnes Montague, and perhaps be an enemy of the Not.

Being 5: Not. As I stated before, this being takes the identity of its victim and warps it, manipulating almost everyone’s minds to forget the original form of the person ever existed. It always seems to miss a few though. Its one weakness seems to be the wooden table that Jon has now destroyed. Jon was under the impression that the Not got its power from the table, but the opposite was true. The table was binding it, and for a bit it seemed as though the Not had almost unlimited power, taunting Jon in the tunnels. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The Not can trick photos and people’s minds, but appears to be unable to alter voice recordings of the victim as long as it is recorded on magnetic tape. This is how Jon realized that Sasha was indeed Not Sasha, as he found the tapes from Season 1 where her voice was recorded. It also seems to be unable to alter polaroid photos.

Being 6: Abyss. We don’t know much about this one yet, either. It takes the form of some abyss or another, whether it be the sky or the deep blue ocean. I am not ashamed to say that this Being is one of the scariest for me.

Being 7: Giant- I feel this is a poor descriptor for this being, but it is the best I can come up with at the moment. It is exactly as it sounds; a giant. So far we have primarily seen it manifest as a giant hand. Perhaps that would be a better name for it. Hand.

Being 8: Thin- This is, I fear, not an accurate description of this Being. It is described as being tall and thin, with limbs like knives. Not much is known about him at the moment, however we believe that his “brother” of sorts was the werewolf creature from a previous statement.

Being 9: The End- The Being of death and disease. I strongly suspect that this is the being responsible for Jane Prentiss, as well as John Amehurst, who has shown up multiple times so far in the series.

Being 10: Eye, aka the Beholder- This Being is in control of The Magnus Institute, and ‘owns’ all those who work there. The Eye watches people, as its name suggests. It also apparently protects those it owns from the other beings, and the protections are strongest in The Institute itself.

I hope that the Darkness has mostly gone away, for now. Basira claims that Maxwell Reiner, the head of The People’s Church of the Divine Host, is now dead. Hopefully this means that the Darkness will have less influence over this world for the time being. At least until it can find another host.

And that’s another thing. Basira. We were just introduced to the character this season, and already I am very attached to her. It disappoints me that she has left the police force and will no longer be able to help Jon, but I do not believe we have seen the last of her. Her leaving the police opens the door for her to help Jon more in the future, especially now that he is on the run for murder. I will… discuss that more deeply later. Basira’s introduction also caused us to meet Daisy, who I quite like at the moment, but I feel that will change quickly as she is the one investigating Leitner’s murder and will most likely be leading the manhunt for Jon. For the moment though, she is in my good graces.

Daisy’s first statement talked about her first encounter with a paranormal experience. It dealt with the coffin from the statement of Joshua Gillespe. The moving company, Breekon and Hope, is not gone. I don’t think it ever will be. I do not yet know which Being they are associated with, if any, but they have caused problems in the past and I have cause to believe they will continue to cause problems in the future.

Now for the difficult part: Jon. He is in quite the predicament right now, and I am scared to see what will happen to him. He is on the run for murder, because Elias Bouchard brutally murdered Jurgen Leitner and has now framed Jon for it. Elias had me fooled. I thought he cared about Jon, about all of them. But he is clearly dedicated to the Eye, and anything that threatens the Beholder and what it watches, holds, and owns- Elias will stop at nothing to protect it. I do not know if Elias is a paranormal being himself or is simply an instrument of the Eye.

I desperately hope that Jon will be alright. I think, (though I could be wrong), that he will reach out to Basira and ask for her help. Season 2 has developed outside characters more so than Season 1, and I believe it is so that Jon has connections that he can reach out to. With Basira leaving the police force, it opens the possibility that he can go to her for help. The same is true with Melanie. She and Jon have something that could almost be considered a friendship, though most of their conversations end in a verbal sparring match or fight. Nonetheless, Melanie was heading to India, and Jon was aware of that. Perhaps he will go to her for assistance, or maybe he will wise up and realize that Martin actually cares about him and ask him for help. We shall see.

Gerturde Robinson is another character we have learned more about this season. She is hardly the absent minded old woman we were led to believe she was. In the beginning, Jon complained about her lack of organization in the Archives, but now I think there was a reason for it. She put the pieces together, and was murdered for it. She was trying to separate the pieces, to make it safe for whoever took her place, as well as attempting to fool Elias into thinking she didn’t know what was going on. She failed at that, as he discovered her knowledge and murdered her in the tunnels beneath the Archives. It was also revealed that she was working with Jurgen Leitner.

Leitner has been mentioned since the beginning, though we heard from him for the first and last time in the final two episodes of Season 2. Contrary to my assumptions, he was not making his books evil, simply trying to harness the power they already possessed. I am thankful that he saved Jon from the Not Being, as Jon would have surely died had Leitner not interfered. He is very knowledgeable in paranormal matters, and did his best to explain it to Jon. However he was murdered by Elias before he had a chance to explain all he wished to. Leitner claims that the books are the Beings in their purest form, and I am certain we have not seen the last of the books from Leitner’s extensive library.

Martin and Tim surely think that Jon murdered Leitner. I hope that Martin at least will continue to have faith in Jon, and that he will possibly find the supplemental tapes that Jon had been recording and realize what was actually happening. Only time will tell, though.

Another Being that we learned more about this season was Michael. He was first introduced to us by Sasha (the real one), back in season 1. At the time, it was portrayed as either a passive or helpful Being, showing Sasha how to kill the worms that came from the thing once known as Jane Prentiss, but this season has proved that not to be the case. Michael has trapped people multiple times, (notably Helen Richardson), and has since shown more aggression than before. It stabbed Jon, who then proceeded to lie about his wound because he didn’t trust his coworkers. To its credit, in the second to last episode of Season 2, Michael helps Jon get a head start from the Not Being after Jon accidentally sets it free. However it then proceeds to trap Martin and Tim in one of its corridor labyrinths for days in some sort of sick game for its enjoyment, and comments that it may also kill them. Luckily it either failed or changed its mind. Time will tell whether or not the Being that calls itself Michael will be more of a friend or foe.

I suppose that’s it, really. There are surely many things that I have forgotten, but I have done the best I can to document my thoughts and my knowledge of The Magnus Archives at this time. I don’t know all that is going on, I don’t know how things will be resolved. I don’t even know if the mystery will be fully solved. But I desperately hope that things will be explained, that we will receive answers, and that the mystery will be solved. It has to be. I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s not.

Statement ends.

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Kaze - Character Tropes

[A thing I compiled for fun for my portrayal of Kaze and all my headcanons. There is so much stuff on TVTropes that I may keep adding as I go. He does have a page on it but it's lackluster for my taste XD but here it is.]

[Putting all this crap under a read more cuz that is long.]

Purpose-Driven Immortality / Regenerative Immortality - as long as the prophecy holds and Chaos still exists, Kaze cannot die. When his body is killed, he comes back through regeneration, centered on the Magun.

Soul Jar - the Magun, specifically, his heart that had been transplanted into it and bound him to the Gun Dragon sealed in the Demon Weapon. The vial is warded by very potent magic - supposedly, only another Unlimited has the power to break it.

Touched by Vorlons - granted immortality by Bahamut, the Gun Dragon, upon being accepted as Magun's prophecized perfect wielder - Unlimited.

Cybernetic Mythical Beast - the Gun Dragon and how he came to be - made from the slain Bahamut's corpse and infused with tech, animated by his still-living soul. As such, all Summon Spirits that come from the Gun Dragon and his Magun are also biomechanical in nature.

Dracolich - Gun Dragon is technically undead, while also reinforced with machinery to create a "perfect Weapon". He's forged from parts of his own corpse, bones showing through such as the arms, legs, exposed spine.

Draconic Abomination - Gun Dragon.

Dragons are Divine - Gun Dragon as the Windarian God of Destruction - the title gets passed on to Kaze as his chosen and vessel. Also War God.

BFG - Magun is fucking massive.

Bling-Bling-Bang! - Magun seems to be made of gold, but is really composed of an unidentified alien metal. Shiny tho.

He Who Hunts Monsters - fanatical levels of obsession with hunting everything Chaotic. (His title of choice being literally the Hunter of Chaos, Hunter for friends.) Definitely partially a personal vendetta - his whole world was devoured and his own mind was ripped nigh to shreds - but also a purpose felt strongly through the connection with Magun/Gun Dragon, a Demon Weapon forged specifically to combat Chaos that activates only at its scent, pre-repaired verse. Almost leads to a Van Helsing Hate Crime against Ai and Yu - luckily, Kaze is not that merciless and spares the kids for wanting to live as humans and not demons. All in all, Kaze/Gun Dragon are a cosmic force that opposes Chaos till the end of time. Also Married To The Job.

Collateral Damage - piss him off and you're gonna go. Alongside everything in approximately a 5 mile radius of where you're standing. (Thankfully he learns more restraint with time, attempting to minimize casualties where possible. Still, if ending Chaos requires sacrifices.. so be it.) Probably also Inferred Holo//caust in FFU. He had blown up huge chunks of land to end his foes. Likely killed people or at least animals :/

The Stoic - His personality archetype.

Weak to Magic - Blue Elenium, a special type of water magic that corrupts Soil. As an extension, Kaze is harmed more by water magic in general, seeing as the energy messes with Soil flow.

Trauma Button - having his hand held/touched suddenly. It brings painful memories of his sister, Aura, who died holding his hand. Under Chaos' influence, it was one of the only memories Kaze still had of her, rendering the trigger particularly intense and sending him into dissociative episodes. Furthermore, a fear of Gaudian flowers - the blue phantom flowers that herald the arrival of Chaos. Suffers from visions and nightmares of a very gory nature that involve said flowers.

Shell-Shocked Veteran - of the War with Chaos.

Loners are Freaks - he is an introvert born to a society that abhors weakness as disgraceful and sinful. Has trouble connecting with people - but he also (mostly) doesn't need to. Due to the nature of his quest, accepts his fate as the one who will never fit in anymore. "I am the monster who hunts monsters so that you may sleep at night human. It is a thankless job."

Beware the Quiet Ones - his silence precedes a storm. When he speaks, his words boom as thunder - be they a roar or a whisper. This man wastes no words.

Aloof Ally - self-explanatory.

Tranquil Fury - most of the time. Also, Rage Breaking Point applies when facing Kumo mid-show. Except Kumo promptly wrecks him, without much effort involved. It is only later (After-series) that Kaze recovers most of his power and sanity, and gains equal footing to his rival.

Firing One-Handed - can only do so this way. Only has one hand 99% of the time, the other is bound to the Magun and is reformed only to fire it.

Guns vs Swords - him and Kumo - Demon Gunman vs Demon Swordsman. Gun Dragon vs Sword Dragons.

Hand Cannon - Magun, to a lesser degree Orthrus.

I call it "Vera" - with Orthrus, named after the patron shepherd dog spirit of the sun's blood-haired children.

Improbable Aiming Skills - especially with the Gun Demon sight.

Overheating - the Magun when too many summonings are performed too quickly. As an extension of it, Kaze himself. May result in a death via Spontaneous Human Combustion.

Sawed-off Shotgun - Orthrus, double barreled.

Sniper Pistol - Orthrus.

Trigger Happy - self-explanatory.

Ancestral Weapon - the Magun, passed down the line of the Windarian summoner prodigies.

Made of Indestructium - the Magun, which cannot be broken by anyone short of another Unlimited.

Living Weapon - the Magun. Also, Legendary Weapon.

Shapeshifter Weapon - the Magun, a part of Kaze's body - gauntlet, windmill, gun. Replaces his right arm.

Only the Chosen May Wield - the Magun.

They Call Him "Sword" - except, gun. Kaze views himself as more of a weapon than a person at times. Makes sense, considering he is one - his true body is the Magun, which houses his heart, binds his soul and consciousness, and serves as the core from which his regenerative immortalitysets to work.

Nemesis Weapon - Kaze's Magun to Kumo's Maken. While forged for the same purpose, they govern conflicting energies. Also, Sword vs Gun.

Weapon Wields You - the Magun to Kaze with its funky laser-guided teleportation, always going after Chaos. Oh, Chaos' signature is underneath the ocean? Too bad.

Equippable Ally - Kaze, after reducing himself to the Magun and having Kumo and Lisa wield him to bring out the Gun Dragon.

Human Weapon - Kaze, literally.

Become Your Weapon - Kaze with the Magun.

This is a Drill - the Magun's Soil engine that activates Soil through spiral motion. Combined with a wholeass windmill.

Spectacular Spinning - the Magun's windmill. Plainly put, Spin to Deflect Stuff. Also, Blow You Away applies due to the Tornado Move.

Deadly Rotary Fan - the Magun's windmill used offensively.

Swirling Dust - Soil Spiral on the winds generated by the Magun.

Transformation Is A Free Action - seems to be the case in the series. May not be the case always.

Mechanical Lifeforms - Gun Dragon and all its summons.

Badass Cape - of course.

When Things Spin, Science Happens - the Magun's spinning shenanigans empower Soil.

Stock Footage - the summonings. He is become budget, Destroyer of Chaos. Also Transformation Sequence. Guy has a routine.

Running Gag - his spontaneous appearances, seemingly from nowhere.

Emergency Transformation - soul reforged into a Soil bullet, summoning himself as the Gun Dragon.

Elemental Powers - all the summon spirits.

Soul Power - Soil.

Soul-Powered Engine - the Magun/Gun Dragon.

Merger of Souls - Kaze with all of Magun's leftover Soil, as well as Bahamut's soul that animates Gun Dragon. Also Many Spirits Inside Of One - Endless White as the confluence of all the colors.

Emphatic Weapon - the Magun has a mind of its own, considering it is a vessel for the Gun Dragon.

Shoot the Hostage Taker - with Soljashy. Goddammit, Lisa.

Theme Music Power Up - Demon Gun Dissolve and Demon Gun Shot.

Black Blood - Kaze's blood, corrupted by the Magun's smoke. His earring, made of his own red blood mixed with tree sap, is a reminder of when he was still fully human. Technically also Machine Blood - it serves as a coolant for Magun and catalyst for Soil. Furthermore, My Blood Runs Hot - whenever Magun malfunctions. May be dangerous, as already mentioned.

Important Haircut - Kaze wears his hair long specifically as a "fuck you" to Windarian folk beliefs related to the blood hair curse.

Dark-Skinned Redhead - self-explanatory.

Death Glare - his usual go-to method of communication.

Icy Blue Eyes - a cold stare.

Eyes Do Not Belong There - Gun Dragon, with four eyes on the chest and one on the belly in addition to the four already on its head, also, many other summons, such as Phoenix or Raiden.

Glowing Eyes of Doom - Kaze's special Gun Demon crosshairs eyes, for when the time comes to be particularly scary.

True Sight - Kaze is capable of seeing through most basic illusions due to an extremely sharp spirit sense. Can see certain types of ghosts. Also Supernatural Sensitivity.

Cool Shades - wears a dark lens over his left eye to minimize distraction via Orthtus' muzzle flash. Also, Sunglasses At Night.

Megane - lol.

Lean And Mean - also lol.

Jerkass - he is. Sometimes Jerk With A Heart Of Gold.

Facial Markings - the wave on his nose and the solar marks under his eye.

Power Tattoo - the Embrace (Gun Dragon's claws upon the shoulders.)

Fingerless Gloves - wears an archery glove that covers the pointing finger and thumb only.

Eccentric Artist - also outside of battle. Primarily a poet, draws sometimes.

Being Tortured Makes You Evil - by Chaos, after being possessed. Returned to being good-aligned after some time.

Brainwashed And Crazy - by Chaos, to obsessively hunt Kumo. Now recovered. Also Mind Rape.

Laser-Guided Amnesia - his memory loss and subsequent insane pursuit of Kumo mid-show.

Curse - according to his people's folklore, the unusual color of his hair.

Stress-Induced Mental Voices - happens a lot, bothin hallucinations and the Soil speaking.

Heroic Willpower - to stand strong against Chaos.

Dark and Troubled Past - everything about him. Everything. Also Born Unlucky - cursed from the start.

Sole Survivor - of Windaria's fall.

Last of His Kind - last Windarian.

Meaningful Name - Black Wind.

Rite Of Passage Name Change - from the nickname "Wolf" to his current name, as granted by his clan.

Driven to Madness - first somewhat by his pursuit of power, then more so by Chaos.

No Medication For Me - good luck getting him to medicate for his issues. Chances are it would not work anyway due to his altered nature.

There Are No Therapists - on Windaria.

Good Thing You Can Heal - gets injured or killed multiple times during his quest. Good thing he's immortal, right?

I Can Still Fight! - frequently, especially when Kumo is somehow involved.

Organ Dodge - his heart is no longer in his chest.

Wound That Will Not Heal - still feels a type of phantom pain where his heart once was - the surgery scar is the only scar that refuses to heal.

An Arm And A Leg - the Magun essentially removed his right arm below the elbow.

Arm Cannon - the Magun.

Artificial Limbs - the Magun, replacing Kaze's right arm.

Handicapped Badass - despite possessing only one hand (when Magun not thawed).

Don't You Dare Pity Me! - Kaze and most of the Wind Warriors' culture in general.

All Are Equal In Death - as Soil.

Anti-Hero - also Pragmatic Hero.

The Cynic - self-explanatory.

Badass Creed - “From the Glory of Death, for the Glory of Life.”

Battle Cry - “Soil is my power!” Also Catchphrase and Calling Your Attacks.

Pre-Asskicking One-Liner - sometimes. "What is the matter with the Magun? Why won't you use it?"

Giving Someone the Pointer Finger - “The Soil Charge Triad to use on you has been decided!”

Big Brother Instinct - around Aura.

Parental Abandonment - never knew his parents, grew up on the streets as an orphan.

Summon Magic - Soil-Adherents train in Soil summonings - the Magun allows Kaze control over all summons, except ones of Mist.

Summoning Ritual - the Soil Charge Triad.

Offscreen Teleportation - played for comedic value. Is actually Soil Spiral teleportation, though.

Forced Sleep - induced by Kumo, causing Kaze to slumber for twelve years. Sleep, bitch!

Mage Marksman - self-explanatory.

Warrior Poet - "The gilding of a blood indomitable... True Sanguine."

Religion is Magic - the Soil poetry is sacred to Windarian summoners.

Dark Messiah - as the Dark Unlimited, Hunter of Chaos.

Duelling Messiahs - him and Kumo, who fits the light end of the spectrum. But will Makenshi's purity serve him? Hmm...

In Love With Your Carnage - You can kill efficiently and potentially kick his ass? Hot. Also Power is Sexy.

Magitek - the Magun and all its summons.

Human Alien - Windarians, Kaze's species. Also Proud Warrior Race.

Martyrdom Culture - the Missionary caste Soil-martyring for the Adherents.

#[[headcanon #[[muse meme #what the fuck am I doing? I dunno

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