#love you dani 💚

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hi i have some bugs for you 🥺🤲

little green thang (VERY CUTE)

and the freak from a while ago has returned as well (or, a second, similar freak) along with a possible adult form?

i drew the triangle headed bitch (North American Wheel bug)

[khaleesiofalicante]

Alright bet Dani hi you are hot

Smooooooth operator 🤣🤣🤣

[its-time-to-write]

Hi love! Im obsessed with your writing. They actually make my whole day!!

I was wondering if you could do something with like protective!Jamie? Like maybe they’re out at a club and some guy won’t leave her alone!

Whatever you like? Thank you!

I did it! I didn’t know what gif to put with this. Wasn’t sure I’d finish it this weekend, but I got it done! I have finals next week, which either means I’m going to have a bunch of time or none at all. And again, thank you for being so kind. Many anonymous requests are not. 💚🍊

don’t go yet

Roy only lets Jamie go to the club when Richmond has won, which is why you’re both dressed up tonight. 

“You can have two drinks. Not fucking four, not fucking three, two. And if you fucking go over, your girlfriend will fucking tell me,” Roy had said.

Jamie had relayed this to you, more than a tad scandalized, but you just shrugged and said, “Roy’s not wrong.”

So now you’re at the club and Jamie’s had one drink that he’s been making last way too long, but he’s finally downed it and you’ve offered to grab him another one. Dani’s in the middle of some hilarious story about his old team, involving shaving cream, an unsuspecting coach, and… snails? Anyway, Jamie’s deeply invested in whatever it is which is why you’re at the bar waiting for your drinks and he’s sitting down. 

You’re contemplating what you want to do to Jamie once you get home, when an unfamiliar body sidles up to the space next to you.

You half-turn away to give him more space, but he just moves closer so you give him a look. The man, oblivious, says, “Hello gorgeous, name’s Max. What’s a sexy little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

Any distaste you had been stifling out of politeness ends. “I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you reply shortly. 

Max makes a show of surveying the room. “Don’t see him,” he says, “so I suppose you’re fair game.”

Your drinks appear, and you grab them. “I’ve got to go.”

“Hey now, I’m only trying to be fucking friendly. Your boyfriend doesn’t let you have friends?” He’s now blocking your path back to Jamie. You try to dodge around him, but he won’t let you. 

Max does not like that, and he snarls, “Don’t be such a bitch, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind me having a turn, especially if he lets you out of the house looking like that.”

Your words catch in your throat, and before you can look around for help, there’s a tap on Max’s shoulder. 

“Oi mate,” says Jamie, voice calm but eyes simmering with rage, “pretty sure she wants to be left alone.”

Max turns to assess Jamie and you dart past him, behind your boyfriend. “And what’s it to you, shithead?”

Oh god. The last thing Jamie needs is to get into a fight tonight. You know that Nate would love nothing more than to bench Jamie whenever an opportunity presents itself. 

“Jamie,” you whisper, “let it go.”

Jamie doesn’t even look at you. “I’m her boyfriend, shithead.”

Max’s eyes betray a hint of surprise, then before you or Jamie can do anything he moves to shove Jamie. Jamie tenses up for a push that never happens, because Isaac has shown up from out of nowhere and has grabbed Max from behind. 

“Time to go, bruv,” Isaac says as he and Dani haul Max away.

Jamie fists are still clenched as he turns to you. Despite the anger on his face, his voice is gentle. “You alright, love?” 

You nod wordlessly and hand Jamie his drink. He takes both of them and puts them down. Your brain is playing catch-up because everything happened so fast.

“You wanna go?” he asks.

You nod again then shake your head. “No!” you protest, “This is your night out!”

Jamie’s hands are on your waist now, and you’re a little grateful because it’s grounding. You’re still reeling a bit.

“Babe,” he says, “I’m fucking exhausted, and you are too. And don’t fuckin’ lie, it ain’t gonna work. You’ve got little circles under your eyes. Let’s go home.”

You shut your mouth and sigh. That boy. He knows you too well. 

On your way out he says, “Can we do face masks? Can feel me face losing its sexy glow.”

You smile and squeeze his hand. Only Jamie can make a shit night into something good.

[suzukiblu]

So like I very much love DP x DC as a crossover, don't get me wrong, but it just about ALWAYS seems to be more DP x Batfam-slanted than anything else, or maaaaaybe DP x Justice League, and like . . . yes Jason alone is def enough reason to make it that way, obvi, because dead teenage vigilante and the whole Lazarus-pits-as-fucked-up-ectoplasm concept and just Gotham being Gotham, and alternately the whole "canonically would have to be capable of solo-ing the Justice League due to the existence of Dan's timeline" thing could probably be interesting to play with, but ALSO

ALSO

there are just SO many people who have died and come back in DC canon and/or could one way or another be liminal, if not outright halfas. Or could easily BECOME halfas, if that's your thing (if I am writing anything DP x DC and Jason Todd is NOT a halfa, whether he is on-screen or not, you may safely assume I have been kidnapped and replaced by a terribly misguided doppelganger).

Anyway long story short I wanna figure out an excuse to make Kon a halfa. He was dead for a THOUSAND YEARS, okay, there's OPTIONS there. Shit could happen!! Shit could absolutely happen!!!!

Also Dani is a thing, and really a half-Kryptonian halfa just sounds fucking TERRIFYING, and I want in on that shit. Oh, you get ghost powers on TOP of the Kryptonian powers, Kon? So like . . . do those just overlap or do they, uh . . . MULTIPLY?? Kon? Kon??

. . . Kon do you not KNOW if they multiply oh god.

Anyway I'm very tempted to go that way with the "Tucker is having a normal one" WIP, that's all I'm saying here. Tucker gets a mildly surprising bi awakening and Kon gets cool ghost powers that could canonically stomp the whole Justice League and surely this will all be very normal and fine and not involve the GIW or any weird internal crisises for anyone at all!

And I get to write Data EnKrypton, and therefore everyone wins. 💚

[cloudofbutterflies92]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton in the Wednesday WIP, I decided to bring a small snippet from chapter 7. It's very small but significant enough for the overall theme of this chapter

“Your grandmother wants you at all costs, I told her that maybe you can stay with us for the weekend. And she wants to see you” Mirtha’s calm and serene voice told her from her cell phone, it was a good thing that despite her illness she still recognized her. Maybe going to her grandmother’s house would have been a way for her to distract herself, the air in their house in Manchester was almost heavy, the silences between her and Simon didn’t help.

“I should think about it, I have an interview at a school too”

Ah, she had applied for a teaching position at the university. Obviously under a false name but the idea of going to work in a nursery school, being able to somehow have a taste of motherhood, the same that she couldn’t physically experience but that she could give to those children with her love could help her.

Maybe help her feel like a mother.

Tag: @chloekistune @graveyard-party666 @alypink @statichvm @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @thewanderer-000

@thedeadthree @elligatorrex @himurasama @strangefable @captastra @aceghosts @kikiharinezumi

@katsigian @dickytwister @theelderhazelnut @elderglocks @sweet-samnang @chewbokachoi @yourluckyoswald @moosch @illmetbymoonlight

@starcrossedspirit @la-grosse-patate @killerspinal @dani-the-goblin @g0dspeeed @ghostgirlvii @josephseedismyfather @welldonekhushi @dreamcast641 @milkywayhou @jackiesarch @esolean @voidika @scorpiosleeps @nik-barinova @adlerboi @direwombat

@redacted-scp-antics @valyrra @kaitaiga @chadillacboseman @raresvtm @roofgeese @pricescigar

and everyone who wants partecipate 💚

[dollik5]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DANIELLE being that type of girlfriend that every time she go out she gives you a sweet or some food, no matter where she are. and if she cant give it to you, one of her friends will give it to you with a paper written in her hand saying; “hiiii honey, im so sorry i cant give it to you myself!! i have things to do that take up my time :(( when you have it in hand, send me a message, i will get out of here as soon as possible to get together!!! love, Dani. 💚”

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I have a game in development (Crazy stuff) (Also I don't have food)

So, after a long hiatus of almost 2 years (Love of Fighting was published in April 2022), I'm with a pretty much done game. It's gonna be a OSR-ish game with inspirations from Chainsaw Man and Dorohedoro, and game design inspired by Tunnel Goons, PbtA, Blades in the Dark, TechNoir and various blogposts I've read between 2022 and like last wek. I'm calling it Demon Hunter Game so far while I don't have an idea for a better name, and I want to actually make it pretty. Cover, layout and the whole shebang. So, I decided to do some crowdfunding. Right now I'm running a sale of all my previous games, where you can buy them all for 12$, and see the middle of the ground devwork of someone who maybe has good ideas but doesn't playtest them! (Also I ran out of food like 1 week and a half before I get paid, so this is a bit of a help me please sale, I enjoy having sustenance and eating)

But enough sad stuff and get your games right here!!!!!

I appreciate everyone that can buy, reblog and like. Every thing Helps! 💙💚💜🧡❤

[mybeautifuldelirium]

Centuries Apart part 5 ||Aemond Targaryen x got!reader

CHAPTER LIST

A/N: hey my loves I’m back from London so finally here’s the promised part 5 💚

Ty for being patient with me

Summary: The dreaded wedding day has at last come upon

Warnings: ANGST, kinda NSFW, 18+ slight smut at the end

“Kostā daor va moriot ruaragon aōla hen nyke, ñuha dārilaros” (you can’t hide yourself from me forever, my prince) Y/N whispered as she got up and headed towards the doors. Winning Aemond’s heart wasn’t going to be an easy task but that night she had seen a side of him no one ever had.

-

The one eyed prince’s mind raced throughout the night, each time he closed his eye, the image of her face would replace the blackness before him. That deep violet stare that kept piercing through his own, at the merchant streets of the capitol, at the feast among the noble houses,…in his chambers…while she bathed him.

There was something about her, something that was slowly luring him in, something that Aemond couldn’t quite figure out. Yes, she was some sort of a ‘Targaryen’, he thought, she looked the part at least, but a long descendant of his house? No, ‘twas impossible, a bastard, a witch perhaps? The young prince tossed and turned in his bed, searching for a comfortable position, but found none that could soothe his racing thoughts.

“I did try to warn you, didn't I, my prince?”

“Damn it!” Aemond sat up, letting out a sigh of frustration, he had to find a way to silence her voice in his head or risk losing his sanity, but no, first he had to figure the truth out, figure her out.

-

The following days passed swiftly and uneventfully, like leaves caught in a gust of wind. The sun kept rising and setting with monotonous regularity, casting long shadows that stretched across the Crownlands.

As the day of the dreaded union drew near, tension filled the air like a thick dark fog. The servants scurried about, preparing the feasts and decorating the halls, while the nobles gathered in the great hall, their eyes fixed on the looming specter of the wedding day.

Y/N was gazing at the spectacle of frenzy through her chambers’ window, dread swarming her heart. The preparations looked different than Dany’s wedding, no barbaric wails and cries of butchered animals, no crazed men beating up each other in hopes to grasp the nearest female being and no foul stench of fresh blood and yet somehow, this tranquility, this proper casualty, surrounding her union felt much more excruciating.

‘It’s the only way, it’s the only way’

The princess was then abruptly pulled out of her thoughts by the screeching sound of the heavy doors bursting open.

“Your grace” Y/N quickly composed herself, splattering on an insincere grin as she fell into a faint curtsy at the sight of Alicent.

“You can keep your formalities” the queen motioned her hand with an almost unnoticeable scoff “Look, I don’t know who you are nor what your true intentions are, but dare you harm my son or my family-”

“I promise to be an honorable wife to the prince your grace” something glistened behind those violet eyes and it was as if her words were dripping with honey “I’ll do my duty, to provide his grace with true born heirs and be forevermore by his side”

“Ready yourself, don’t keep the king and your betrothed waiting” Alicent narrowed her eyes, skirts shuffling as she walked out.

-

As Y/N stood before the mirror, looking over her reflection, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Her fingers grazed the delicate lace and silk of her wedding gown, a masterpiece of craftsmanship indeed, adorned with intricate embroidery and shimmering beads. The gown was a vision of ivory and gold, threaded dragons weavered over the tightened bodice that was sucking the air out of her lungs. As she traced the meticulous details of her gown, memories flooded her mind. If honesty were needed, the princess never wished to marry, she was never meant to, it was Dany who took that burden yet years later…or more so centuries earlier, fate had a different plan.

‘It’s the only way, it’s the only way’

-

The sept was lavishly bedecked with banners of emerald and gold, fragrant blooms spilling forth from every corner.

Her eyes flickered over the opulence that surrounded her, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She had not asked for this union, but her mind burned with determination as each of her steps brought her closer to her fate.

A small smirk drew on her lips as her gaze locked with Aemond’s. Expressionless as ever, the young prince stood before her, staring through, as if trying to disregard her presence as the vows were set in stone.

-

The feast that followed was a marvel to behold, a riot of flavors and aromas that set the tongue and nostrils ablaze. The guests ate and drank with a fervor that belied the solemnity of the occasion, their laughter and chatter echoing off the high ceilings and walls of the great hall.

“Naejot īlva dīnilūks, ñuha valzȳrys” (to our union, my husband) Y/N lifted her goblet, violet eyes glistening underneath the warmth of the flickering flames of the candles.

“Rȳ mōrī emā jiōraton skoros ao jeldan, ñuha riña” (at last you’ve got what you wanted, my lady) the prince rolled his eye with a scoff.

“No, not even close, but I will do my prince, I will save my house” the bride smirked as she took a sip from the fragrant wine, earning herself yet another scoff.

“Enjoying your pretty little wife, huh brother” Aegon’s drunken laughter tore through the impending tension “Worry not, dear brother you ought to enjoy her fully now, may the bedding ceremony begin!”

Aemond groaned with frustration, grabbing his wife’s forearm, pulling her from the table “There’s no need for formalities, your grace” he mumbled as he dragged her out in spite of his brother’s whines of protest.

-

“Ouch! Hey! Loosen it up!” the princess grumbled as he led her to their now shared chambers “Ugh! Is this how one treats their wife?!”

“Would you have rathered me let all those hungered men tear these pompous silks off you?!” Aemond scoffed, abruptly releasing his hold, making her stumble to the bed.

“Oh how noble of you”

The prince groaned, ignoring the snarky remark as he fumbled with the ties of his breeches “Let’s just get this foolishness over with already”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she realized the implication of his actions, yet she did not let the dread linger on her face for too long. “Just like this?! And I thought the Dothraki were indifferent”

“What fantasy world are you living in?!” the prince grunted in exasperation as he pushed his breeches down to his knees, not bothering to discard the rest of his clothing “Do not expect more from me than my mere duty as a husband”

The princess had little to no time to take in the view, before her skirts were being gathered up to her waist.

“I’ll be as quick as possible, it’ll only take a minute” his voice softened for a moment as he stroked himself a few times before thrusting at once into her core, his head turning to the side as if in desperation to avoid her piercing gaze. Y/N’s face scrunched as her body tried to adjust to his size, knuckles going pale as she gripped at the silky sheets.

It wasn’t long before she felt her husband’s release, hardly a sound leaving his lips, he swiftly pulled his breeches up and stood from the bed.

“I’ll be in the library, get some sleep” the prince mumbled as he headed towards the doors “Hopefully this has done it”

“Oh this has not ‘done it’, dear husband” Y/N mumbled under her breath as she sat up, fixing her skirts, once he had left “You shall learn how to treat me, how to love me”

The sinister smirk returned to her lips as she laid back down on the soft bed “You shall see just how far I’m willing to go to fulfill what I came for”

[lavampira]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love💗(hello dani i'm ready for you to rip my heart out)

ty beloved this is so sweet and fun to revisit my writing!! 🥺💚

a solemn vow | d’alia/sidurgu

“I wanted to let you know I will be gone awhile,” D’alia says quietly, low enough for only him to hear, with her hand still on the unopened door. “I’m not yet sure when I’ll return.”

“Oh?”

Sidurgu shifts in her peripheral, curiosity laced with trepidation leaking from his voice in one simple word, but he doesn’t ask the burning question that she knows must be on the tip of his tongue. She risks a glance at him, tilting her head up to see him better in the dim lighting of the small room. His gaze remains sharp and unreadable with limbal rings aglow, half-hidden behind the silvery hair flopped over his forehead, all but pinning her in place as he observes her in turn.

D’alia isn’t quite sure what brings it to mind right then, but she finds herself struck by the fleeting thought that he must have watched Fray walk out that door, too, only to never return, leaving Sidurgu alone with their pact to protect that small child from the Temple Knights hunting her. Now here she is in Fray’s place, having made the same oath to keep Rielle safe so that he isn’t alone though her duty summons her away from the city. Guilt claws up her chest until it lodges itself in her throat.

lazy kisses in bed | d’alia/sidurgu

A twitch of a smile tugs at his lips. “I can’t shut the window from here.”

“I— That wasn’t entirely what I meant.”

Sidurgu stares at her for several painfully long seconds with a pinched brow, long enough that warmth spreads up her neck and settles in her cheeks. Realization crosses his face only moments later, and though he glances away from her with a quiet oh slipping past his lips, his motion resumes to settle instead with his back to the headboard, and holds out his arm in silent invitation.

The blankets pool around her waist as D’alia sits up enough to move, gooseflesh rippling over her exposed limbs, but she sinks into the warmth of his side. Impulsively, she presses her lips to the pale, scarred skin of his broad shoulder. And again, as she shifts sluggish and slow, to a patch of dark scales above his heart. But then he leans down to meet her, winding his hand into her rosy hair as she braces a hand on his chest for purchase, and kisses her lazily but long, absorbed in the throes of the early morning.

a night in paris | lon/ethan

A low laugh bubbled out of him as Ethan nudged him, taking the spare glass as he shifted closer to his side, enough to touch, the warmth of him seeping through that singular point of contact. Lon’s breath hitched in his throat, hiding it behind his glass while he took a sip. And then it released in a slow exhale with the reminder of the others like them around them, and he eased against his side, too.

Ethan glanced up at him again after a time, flashing him a shyer smile than he’d ever seen from him. “What’s a fella got to do for a dance with you?”

“Weren’t you just out there?”

“Not with you.” Tossing back the remainder of his drink, Ethan set aside his glass, and then motioned for Lon’s nearly empty one as well. “And now our hands are free.” His stubbled lips tilted into more of a smirk again as Lon huffed a laugh. “C’mon, Lonnie. Didn’t come all this way to stand in the corner, did we?”

catalyst | cadrien/minaiph (min belongs to @hythlodaes)

Foolish.

He knows that it had been an undeniably stupid risk, that he had been too caught up in the momentary panic that the loss of Min would’ve been far more devastating than any possible injury to himself. It goes against everything he knows, everything that he’s been taught, and yet he’s also aware that he would suffer the same consequences again and again and again, regardless of what is expected of him. The why of it is something he’s trying not to think about, but it’s been running through his mind against his will.

He’s in love with Min.

The man who’d survived the red sands of Korriban alongside him. The Sith whom he’s meant to trust, whom he actually does, to work together in the Empire’s interests. His best friend who’d dragged his broken, unconscious body across Corellia, and now lingers at his side, caring for him in a way that he’s not sure that he should want or even deserves. But desire has long since clawed a hollow space in his chest and made itself a home.

stay the course | malena/kaidan

“Hey, there you are,” Kaidan calls softly. She doesn’t know exactly what her face shows when she finally glances up, but it must be a doozy because his thick brows furrow, and he adds, “You okay?”

I’m fine, Malena wants to say. How many times does she say it in a day? Fine, fine, fine. Chin up, back straight. It’s a necessity on a ship—if others see their commanding officer lose her shit, morale goes right out the airlock. And so Commander Shepard has the situation under control, and if she doesn’t, then she’ll get it there.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her voice breaks before she can form a word.

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

The Burns & Valentine’s Day

Kade: He uses this day as an excuse to try to rizz people. He has asked out so many people and done the wrong thing so many times that now he knows the drill. Flowers? Check. Chocolate? Check. Giant stuffy? Possibly!

He’ll get his significant other the stereotypical gift stuff and take them on a nice date, probably to see a movie. (It might not end up being a romantic one though! Feel free to punch him on the shoulder and tease him!)❤️

Dani: She doesn’t think Valentine’s Day is that big of a deal, but will be upset if her significant other doesn’t do something. A gift at least would be nice! A nice date may get you brownie points though.

She may fly a banner for her significant other expressing a short message of how she loves them. 🧡

Graham: He views it as a commercial holiday and knows that it helps boost market sales. He’s okay with not celebrating it. However, if his significant other does like and want to celebrate the holiday, he’ll do something for them.

He might send his significant other an animated e-card expressing his care. He nervously awaits their reaction and also has flowers with a corny joke on the tag.💚

Cody: He’s not really into dating at his age, but might get something nice and/or cheesy for his dad. A lot of kids view Valentine’s Day as a coupley holiday, but Charlie has instilled in his children that they can show they care for other people in their life on this day too.

He and Frankie probably agreed to get each other silly prank gifts. For other people, he may go with the typical Valentine card with a piece of candy taped to it!💛

Charlie: He celebrates and shows he cares for his family and friends along with his significant other.

A nice quiet date with flowers and chocolates to share, away from the hustle and bustle. Maybe a couple drinks to end the night.💙

[ae-neon]

Actually not done ranting

Hot/D writers let RayRay look bad challenge

And I'm not even saying that as a diss. The whole point of Dani's story is that she's nothing like her ancestors.

Rhae is allowed to be not just flawed, not just downright racist in a certain case, but also actively harming others in order to get what she wants. but nooo, she can't kill her gay husband, she's a modern ally, speak Valentina.

Let her do things, let her take action not for the greater good or for prophecy or for feminism™ but because she feels entitled to it, because she wants to be queen

It's not feminist writing to rob all the female characters of their personality, active agency and make them solely reactive to men, whom the show keeps hinting at as almost genetically predisposed to war??? What is this, A Court of Fire and Blood?

And let the green goblins be nice to each other? How are you reconciling the ironclad faith Edmond and Begone had in each other last episode to the clear tension and animosity in this one?? Where is the third boy (which one, you might ask since on screen both generations are missing a whole fucking person)

Removing Helen's influence over her husband and cutting out that they only began sleeping in different beds post son beheading undermines their relationship and the reason a fuck up who never wanted to be king was scared into taking his sister's throne

Let the contenders for the throne be at the centre of the story? And stop acting like the audience is supposed to have read the books? Children are appearing and disappearing and I'm supposed to know or care about who the fuck they are 😭

I literally have never liked Demon but why make him killing his wife, saying the heir for a day and a son for a son unambiguous but then never showing him grieving with his daughters and acting like I'm supposed to see him as morally grey bad boi™ just cause he's played by your favourite actor

I told my brother the casting was intentionally manipulative with such a beloved actor but I never gave af, I'm so sorry

No hate to the actor, clearly it works as compelling or tempting or unconscious bias for some ppl

And apparently removing the canon black character ?? But it's okay because of you casted a whole other bunch of blood supremacists as black with no real regard to how their character writing plays into racial stereotypes: great stuff 👍 thank you so much for the representation as *checks notes*

a temp love interest whose romance and life gets reduced then glossed over and whose funeral brings together the real incest it couple,

dead beat DL father who fakes his death to run away from his family

Two supposedly main characters who get little to no lines and character development

Terrible wigs

And a cheating husband

(that being said, eve best and steve toussaint 🙏💚 love y'all) we were also robbed of black hair with the rogue white streak for Rains Barathea Tangent 💔

And because we kept time jumping in S1 with only a focus on like 7 ppl, the world felt so empty. Some of those time jumps could have been used to hint at the current wider world.

You have the source material, don't just fanfic at us, adapt it

How the fuck are you being out done by David and Duncan, Rian???

you know which 57 other ppl are gonna become relevant later on, why not give us more glimpses at the brocken and blackweed rivalry than that one scene where riverlanders went to stormy end for no reason??

Why not show us the Stork dude with his brother so later we click that him giving Jason the bad news about Lucas is double hard because he also lost a brother??

Why not show us Cory's kids working on his ships?? Where was Leanne's relationship with RayRay??? We didn't need to see the adult cast of Rhae and Alice's kids until the second season.

We needed more politics, more worldbuilding, a sense of consequence and reality. Chris can just kill a knight and a lord? Demon can just kill a lady and a lord? IN THE THRONE ROOM? IN FRONT OF OTHER non royal NOBLES? And no one is worried about that, there's no fallout of mistrust, no fear of vulnerability?

Ray can just have three brown haired kids and only Alice will be shown to be bothered?? Are we forgetting Jeffery having Lancaster blond hair literally triggered several succession wars and launched S1 of Game of Chairs??

Where is the politics, why wasn't she shown taking note of the rumours and in turn maturing to realise she must appease and befriend or at least gain the favour of those around her?

Give us more depth on how valyrian culture clashes with westerosi culture with a focus on gender and incest and how it's already made them extremely unpopular with the Faith so tiktok fans can understand putting a woman with bastard heirs on the throne is actually a kinda big deal for a lot of people who don't have white hair and uncle-brother-husbands

Like I'm not asking for a lot but you have access to one of the biggest IPs out, you have Grim who would rather work on anything but his next book in the main series, you have HBeeO bent over, come ooooon

[khaleesiofalicante]

So...

I just had a BIG self-realization.

I don't actually want to do my master's...This is such a crazy thing for me to come to terms with because, for a long time, this is what I wanted.

For context, I graduated in 2019 and IMMEDIATELY wanted to do my masters in 2020 (it had to be overseas because we don't have a master's in gender studies here). But COVID fucked everything up and I applied for a couple of scholarships which I didn't get because I only had good grades and not a lot of stuff to prove that I did a lot of work (because the place I worked for 3 years didn't give me credit for any of the things I wrote for them)

Anyway, I quit my job and started working independently doing consultancies here and there. I put away the master's plan for a while and promised to come back to it 2 years before I turned 30 (because I REALLY wanted to do my masters before I turned 30).

And now it's two years before I turn 30. So I sat down today to look at some options. I looked at a bunch of universities and scholarships. And I realized I don't actually want this.

I've loved my work (exhausting as it can be) for the last four years. I learned more from working with different people and countries than I ever did in university.

I love my job and I will ALWAYS be an activist before anything else. But I don't think I want to study it (not in such a formal way). I want to learn when and where I can.

But I am not sure this is what I want to study and this is how I want to study. If I want to learn more, I can always do online courses, or go to summer school (like I did in Croatia) or just talk to more experts in the field. There are so many different ways to learn now and I don't want to get hung up getting an advanced degree because that's what I thought was the "next step" in my career.

What I really want is to write. Write more stories. Write because it makes me happy. I don't want to do another degree.

I'm not sure how I can monetize my writing or how to move from fanfiction to original books...But I think THAT is what I should be focusing my time, money, and energy on - not spending all of it on a degree.

I don't know why I'm saying all of this here, but I'm saying it anyway. Because it seems to me that the goals you set for yourself in your early 20s aren't really the goals you want for yourself in your late 20s.

I know that. But now I've fully realized it properly. This is going to take some time to internalize but...yeah. I think this is it. This is the big life-shifting moment I'm having LITERALLY right now (Lmao I'm Every Woman is playing on my phone right now and I find that hilarious)

I will think and research more about writing original books. Hopefully, I can dedicate more time to it this year and next. I hope y'all will stay with me on that journey while I figure this out.

Dani 💚

[its-time-to-write]

Hi there!! I’m the anon that requested the wedding date fic, which was absolutely fabulous, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write about Jamie and reader’s wedding? It doesn’t need to be a continuation of that fic (and obviously you don’t need to write it if you’re not vibing with it!) I just thought it could be cute 💚

it took me a while to vibe with it, but I finally did!! Thanks for the request!

right words at the right time

“Don’t bite your nails!” your sister shrieks from across the room. You whip your hand out of your mouth. 

“I wasn’t,” you reply.

She raises an eyebrow. “Sure. Sure you weren’t. Here, eat something instead.”

“I can’t,” you say. “I’m too nervous. What if something goes wrong?”

“Like what?” Keeley asks from her position by the mirror. She slicks back a flyaway hair and dabs at the corner of her mouth.

“I dunno, what if- what if I trip? What if Ted forgets what he’s supposed to say? What if Jamie says no?”

Your sister and Keeley exchange a look.

“He’s the one who asked you,” Rebecca says before either of them can can snark back at you.

You’re still not convinced. “What if he’s changed his mind?” you ask worriedly.

Your sister bangs her head against the wall. You weren’t this nervous last night when you were out partying with the girls. None of the women in the room are quite sure what’s come over you.

“He hasn’t changed his mind,” Rebecca says in a placating tone. “Look at your hand. See that diamond? Does that look like something Jamie would forget about?”

“No,” you reply weakly. “But what if he wants it back? Or remembers that he’s famous and rich and I literally am neither of those things. I have a face that was made for the radio!”

“Oh my god,” you sister says, throwing her hands in the air. “He’s marrying you. Please calm the fuck down. You literally have to walk down the aisle in half an hour.”

Your nail is in your mouth again so Keeley reaches up and smacks it away.

She says, “Babes, I love you to fucking pieces, but you seriously need to calm down, yeah? It’s alright.”

There’s a knock on the door and you jump. 

“Almost ready?” Ted asks. “The boys are getting mighty anxious out there.”

‘The boys’ he’s referring to are the entirety of AFC Richmond, who may have been the reason this marriage is even happening. After all, it was Colin who swore he met the perfect person for Jamie and Dani who convinced you to go on a blind date. Sam provided the venue (obviously) and Isaac, Declan, and Richard made sure Jamie didn’t wear something stupid.

Rebecca opens the door a crack. “She’s getting mighty anxious in here.”

Ted frowns. “Pre-wedding jitters are normal, but you got nothing to worry about, darlin’. Two hundred of your closest friends and family are all here to support you on your big day.”

You blow out a breath. “More like thirty of my closest friends and family. The rest are for Jamie. Fuck’s sake, Ted, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. Do you know how much money he spent on this fucking wedding? It’s more than I make in two years. Don’t get me wrong, it’s literally my dream, but I just feel like I’m not going to measure up. He’s going to get bored of me sooner or later.”

Ted tilts his head and you feel oddly comforted under his scrutinizing gaze. “Alright, come with me,” he says after a moment of deliberation. “Everyone’s outside, I’m just gonna sneak you down the hall a little bit. You trust me?”

You nod and take his proffered arm. Your sister breathes, “Thank fuck,” as you leave, and you’re pretty sure you hear Keeley echo the sentiment.

Ted leads you to a door at the end of the hall and motions for you to stand against the wall, just out of sight. He knocks. 

“Jamie? You got a minute?”

The door opens and you clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise. 

“Your girl’s having a bit of a pre-marital fright, so I brought her down to talk to ya. If you just sit down and stick your hand out the door, she can grab it and you won’t see her before you’re supposed to.”

Jamie says, “Sounds good, coach,” and his head is replaced by an arm. You stare at it for a minute before Ted motions you to grab Jamie’s hand. You sit down, back against the wall, and reach for Jamie who gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“Christ love, your hands are fucking sweaty,” he says and you can tell by his voice that he’s smiling.

Something about hearing him makes tears well up, and you sniff.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jamie asks. “You crying because you’re so happy your husband is mad fit and mad rich?”

You say, “No. Well, kind of,” and it’s all Jamie can do not to break the stupid fucking tradition of not seeing the bride before she walks down the aisle.

“Tell me,” he says softly. Ted hands you a tissue and then retreats back where he came from.

You sniff. “I’m really excited to marry you. I really fucking am. It’s just- you’re so much, you know? It’s one of the things I love about you. And I’m not, not really. I’m just me, and I don’t want you to realize that you can do better.”

Jamie maneuvers your hand so he can press a kiss to your knuckles.

“You worry too much,” he says. “We’re doing this shit, for better or for worse, yeah? How do I know you won’t realize you can do better than me? Dump me for some fit nerd.”

“You are a fit nerd,” you laugh through tears. “Football nerd, but still a nerd.”

Jamie snorts. “Shit babe, you know how to make a bloke feel special.”

You’re both silent for a minute, taking comfort in the fact that the love of your life is on the other side of the door.

The moment is broken by Keeley’s appearance. 

“Time to go back into hiding, babe,” she says.

You sigh, and Jamie squeezes your hand one more time. “See you in a bit, love,” he says.

Keeley helps you off the floor and back down to the room.

“All good?” she asks. 

“All good,” you reply.

[hogwarts-legacy-hype]

This fandom brought me meaning when I had none. Adylore💛, Peanut💙, Duckie💛, Kaidyn💚, Dani💙, Sloane💛, Rizz 💚, Applin ❤️ - the amount of times per week that I rub my eyeballs on your writing is obscene.

Cran💚, Celery❤️, Suvi❤️, Mia💛 - your art breathes life into me and I'm so grateful to share mindspace with you when I'm allowed ❤️

Blessed be, I love you all

This community is so talented! 💛💚💙❤️

[scionshtola]

22 & 25 for the choosing violence asks? 🫡💚

ty dani beloved!! 💗

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I didn't mean to make these answers Thancred and Y'shtola themed lol but I love what we see of their friendship! The way they trust each other and the way they can tease each other and how Y'shtola is able to call him out and later apologize for being rude about it. I don't see a lot of ppl talk about it and when I do it's mostly hating on Y'shtola for the latter.

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

aside from the whole the Scions are so mean and don't care thing im SO SICK of hearing about y'shtola's deaths and how much people wish she would stay dead!!! oh you want a female character in xiv to die?? HOW NOVEL. and i especially don't want to hear it from people who've never said a word about thancred's deaths!! or from people who legitimately thought she was dying in stormblood. come on. also i don't care if you weren't moved by the scions enw sacrifice because you figured they were coming back, those are cori's friends and it was emotional for us!!

[bardic-tales]

Happy birthday again!

Aww. Dani. Thank you so much for this. I love it. 💚

And thank you again.