#my beloved unhealthy bastards...

[sharpsuite]

If everything goes as planned, I think I'll be posting a new fanfic tonight 😌↕️

[stychu-stych]

Could we have some of your Lamb head canons please?

I'm going with my modern au because it's my little obsession right now sijssj

I'm cutting the post so it wouldn't be so long. The whole description is below

So the whole thing with Old Faith as the most powerful religion and Bishops is mostly the same like in the game. The world looks similar to our in 1700s, sheep was hunted down over the decades and Lambert was in the group of the last ones. That group was caught and killed, Lamb was lucky enough to be outside the camp at this time but they didn't enjoy their freedom for so long. As a single sheep it was hard to survive on their own

Lamb seeing their wife for the first time sjsbsjsh

Lamber was caught some time later by bounty hunters. However, an accident happened when Lamb tried to escape one night - there were shot in the stomach badly enough that further travel was impossible without them bleeding out. So since Lamb was going to die anyway, the bounty hunters figured out they'd at least bring Old Faith their head. They didn't wait for Lamb to bleed out first, so that death wasn't fast or easy.

First years as a cult leader weren't easy. Taking care of the flock, learning how to fight, figuring out how rituals work, it was a lot for young Death's vessel. Lamb couldn't get used to their new role for some time. But Ratau was a huge help, beloved rat-dad was as much supportive as he could

After their first century as cult leader, Lamb began to feel comfortable in their role, perhaps a little to much I would say. Their grow their wool and started to pay more attention to their appearance and to the things that brought them pleasure. They started to fully enjoy their immortal life, to be too self-confident focused too much on themselves. They liked being in the center of attention, with the flock fully devoted to them. They even started to add a new tattoo with every kill of a Bishop or their the most devoted followers (as a trophy)

Beginning of XX century, Lamb become TOWW's little killing machine, no fear of death or pain. Ready to die, just to stand up and go killing again. They were fully devoted to Narinder in the most toxic way, ready to do absolutely everything just to make their god satisfied. Lamb didn't even realize how obsessed they were with Narinder at that time

Modern times, with Narinder already indoctrinated into the cult. Lamb as a selfish, egocentric, ready to do everything to achieve their goals bastard. Still unhealthy devoted to Narinder but this time in a different way - on one hand madly in love with him, on the other hating him with all their heart because of he did to them. Either way both of those strong feelings keep them close to him

Jeez this post took me more time to write than to draw djdbdjdj I'm soooo bad at writing

[serenity-ren-bliss]

I want my boy back

War is a busy, overwhelming time. It's easy to forget yourself and those around you, to lose yourself in the heat of the battle, and to abandon those important without even noticing.

Fandom: House of the dragon

Prompt(s)/Premise: Fictober Day 2: Neglect - Jacearys Velaryon x Fem!Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst to fluff

Notes: I am so sorry for the delay, it's hell week at my school

Translations: Raqiarzy = beloved Javi Dārilaros = my prince(ss)  ñuha jorrāeliarzy = my love

TW: These men are DENSE, Aegon is referred to as "king", unhealthy relationship dynamics?

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Prince Jacearys Velaryon

When Jace first learn about Luke's death he spiraled into a fit of rage. Nothing seemed to matter more than ending this war and avenging his brother. His fury spiraled in his mind mixed with frustration, over his mother refusing to let him fight, over his status as a bastard, mixing with his protectiveness - his drive to fight off whoever and whatever dares to threaten his family, and the young Prince Jace you had come to love, began to dull into a hardened, frustrated, warrior, one all-clear away from raising hellfire.

He was still your beloved, don't get me wrong, but he was never fully there, never able to enjoy the sweet moments. You felt like he was slipping away slowly. He became short-tempered, unfocused, always ready to fight something, and it became harder and to console him, to live with the mess you could see clouding his brain and consuming him.

Jacearys spent all of his free time training. Swinging swords of metal and wood in a never-ending quest to be stronger, fight harder, to vanquish his enemies. It was watching him train, sweat, trip, bleed, and get back up and ignore his own injuries in favor of continuing that broke you. That made you decide- you couldn't live with this anymore. With watching your betrothed slowly lose himself. Losing you in the process.

You sighed, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face you, his expression softening just a little. You pointed at his side- he had scrapped it rolling on the floor.

"It's just a scrape, love. I'll take care of it later." You shook your head, your eyes hardening, your expression challenging him to dare defy you. He sighed in defeat, sheathing his sword and following you to your chambers. He sat on your bed as you retrieved bandages and ointments. You knew soothing his busy mind would not be nearly as simple, but you couldn't bare to not at least sooth his flesh.

You reached the hem of his shirt, holding his gaze to silently ask his permission. He simply nodded. He let you strip him of his protection, allowing you, only you, to see his soft flesh. that was all you needed. You pulled it up, just enough to see the bloody scrape. It harmed you to see his blood, staining the nearby skin and the cloth of his clothes. With a sigh, you picked up a wet towel, pressing it to the scrape.

"You mustn't be so harsh on your body, Jace." Your chiding was laced with concern as the towel soaked up the blood. You put it aside, producing a jar of ointment and gathering it on your fingers to press into his flesh. You continued gently scolding. "It pains me to see you harmed so casually. You need to rest." Jacearys only rolled his eyes, his expression stern, jaw set. "I'm fine, raqiarzy." You raised a skeptical eyebrow, as if to say 'really?'. You sighed, putting the ointment down and started wrapping him with bandages. "Jace, you are burning yourself out. I can see it in your eyes, Javi Dārilaros. You've been so tense... you need to rest."

Jacearys scoffed, reaching a hand out to hold your face, forcing you to look in his eyes. "I'm fine, Javi Dārilaros. I need to be as strong as I can. To protect you." "And to avenge Luke." You said the quiet part out loud, watching as his expression tightened. "But Luke wouldn't want this, Jace. I don't want this."

You sighed, looking into his eyes, searching for a second for that soft, young love you adored in Jace. "You're losing yourself, I'm losing you. We haven't been able to just be young and in love, not since this war." It was selfish, to want to be carefree and in love in a time like this. But at your age, when this world seems so big and so dangerous, you couldn't help but be a little selfish. "Jace, it feels like your slowly walking away from me, like my prince, the man I love is buried under your desperation for vengeance. Is it too much to ask for you to just take a break, and just be my betrothed again?"

Jace's expression softened, that love slipping back into his gaze. The gaze you finally began to recognize those eyes again. He sighed. "If it truly matters that much to you, my darling... then alright, I will rest with you more." You smiled, leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips. He chuckled, pulling you closer to press another.

Prince Aemond Targaryen

Aemond was ruthless. In a way he didn't truly understand. His mind poisoned with grudges, the world around him seemed to be against him, making fun of his torture, refusing to allow him to find comfort. He found himself admiring his uncle Daemon, violent and strong, protective and glorious. He steeled himself, making that who he needed to be. All in a bid to protect you.

You, the one thing this cruel world seemed to be nice enough to let him have. The person who knew him better than anyone, who cared about him in a way no one else ever came close to. You who he adored more than anything. Who he dedicated himself to doting on.

Until the war came. Aemond, as acting Prince regent, was in charge of battle, of strategy, and of protecting his people. Though he cared little for that last one- the smallfolk and courts could be wiped out and he wouldn't shed a tear- it was you he was interested in protecting. Only you.

Still, he wanted power. And his position was the perfect door to grasping it. With Aegon... unfortunately out of commission (a development he played no part in whatsoever...allegedly), Aemond was now the highest power on court. And he threw himself into this power. Day after night, scheming, planning strategizing, over war tables, papers, training grounds gripping quills and markers and swords.

You began to loose sight of him. You'd see him a few times, watch him train or bring him a plate of food, but he barely acknowledged you. He didn't come for meals, tea, or walks. You watched him slowly dawn that scheming smirk more and more, and it slowly became all he was. Cold, calculating, ruthless.

You'd sit in the garden and paint the flowers or play music- things he used to come and watch. He was fond of the sight of you so calm. Seems he has since lost interest in the fickle things. You were fine with that.

Fine with not seeing him, with living in barely content silence, in biding time for this war to finally be over. Because he promised you - once this is over you will be happier than ever. And you wanted to believe him. So you did. You trusted your husband more than anyone. So you were fine.

Until one night, when your forced air of content cracked. You had gone to sleep in the cold bed, your husband still occupied by his work. Your sleep was light- as it usually was these days. Until it wasn't. They came suddenly- screams of fire and blood. And then vanished just as fast as you snapped awake.

The sun had yet to rise, the room was dark and eerily silent. You tried to return to your slumber, sleep of the sight, but it didn't come easy. You tossed and turned and you couldn't seem to drift off. Till eventually you couldn't bare how the room seemed to suffocate you, and you slipped on a robe. You figured a walk in the gardens would do you some good- or a glass of water.

That was until you walked past the only lit room in the castle. Aemond was standing at the war table, mumbling angrily to himself as he thought of plan after plan only to scrap it when he saw the gaping holes. You watched him work, as the gears in his mind turned you found your longing for his touch grew tenfold. You wanted to approach him- to seek the warmth of his embrace and the soothing melody of his voice.

You sighed, entering the room quietly.

"Husband," Your voice was heavy with sleep as you approached him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Come to bed." Aemond sighed, turning to face you.

"I'd wish for nothing more, darling, but I must finish this." You shook your head. "Finish it later, I need you." He sighed fondly, putting down his pen. "Alright, only for you, ñuha jorrāeliarzy."

He followed you back to the room, allowing you to pick him out nightclothes and letting himself relax in bed for the first time in a while. You curled up to him, resting your head against his chest. He smiled, welcoming you.

"You're awfully clingy tonight." His voice was laced with jest, and in your tired state you could barely respond with more than a small smile. "I miss you. You're awfully busy these days." He sighed. "I'm sorry about that, ñuha jorrāeliarzy. You know why I must be vigilant." You hummed in acknowledgement, but he could tell you weren't as content as you seemed. "How about we break our fasts together and then spend some time in the gardens?" "I'd love that."

King Aegon Targaryen the 2nd

You knew when you agreed to marry Aegon, things wouldn't be easy. A product of years of neglect, harsh rumors, and emotional and verbal abuse, Aegon was far from a good man. Cold, ruthless, lacking any form of empathy or respect. At least at first. You knew, more than most, that Aegon was, in a lot of ways, a child. Attention seeking, emotional, in some ways, mostly malicious ways, playful.

Over time he learned to let himself be nicer with you, sweeter. To trust that unlike his mother, his father, his grandfather, or anyone else in his life, you wanted him. You believed that he could be someone amazing and you loved that someone. That was until the war broke out.

Between the stress of his new position, the constant warfare, the chastising of his mother and the courts and the insulting of his brother, Aegon spiraled. He turned to sinful pleasures of alcohol and whores, became violent, snappy, cold. And you tried, Gods you tried, to support him.

You endured the drunken slurs, and the alcohol on his breath, the screaming and the crying, the violence. Praying to the Gods, believing in your husband, that one day you could coax the man you love out of him. But that day never came.

Slowly, you lost faith. By the end of the year you stopped trying. You stopped cleaning his dirty, drunk, body, you stopped listening to his rambles, you stopped trying to spend time with him. You were tired. Tired, and fed up, and done trying for a marriage he valued so little.

You didn't think Aegon cared. He seemed to care so little for his surroundings, you assumed he simply didn't notice your lack of presence as you retreated into yourself, preferring isolation over sitting at a cold supper table, the man you once loved so close yet so far, listening to the Dowager Queen scold him. You spent meals in your chambers with your thoughts and your books. You slept alone in your bed, feeling cold and empty. It was dull and lonely.

That was till one night, the maid who would usually come to bring you supper came empty handed.

"Your grace requested you in the dining hall, my Queen."

You were confused, hesitant, dreading it almost, but you agreed. You didn't wish to anger your husband. The walls of the hallways were deafening as you walked. You entered the hall, looking around at the near-empty seats, your husband being the only one present. You hesitantly sat down in front of him, simply bowing your head at him. His expression was cold, almost glaring. You ate in an awkward silence, neither of you finding words to fill the air.

When you had finished, you stood up, intending to return to your chambers, when you were stopped by the feeling of a hand on your wrist.

"Do you truly loath spending time with me so much?" Aegon's gaze hardened as you avoided looking in his eyes, refusing to touch on the swirl of emotions that pooled in your chest. Your husband had none of that, his hardened gaze turning into an angered glare at your silence. "Answer me, Wife. Do you truly despise me so much you'd rather hole up in our chambers than be even in the same room as me? Do you truly find the sight of me so revolting!?"

You didn't. As much as his behavior upset you, you could never bring yourself to truly hate your husband. But for some reason when you tried to speak the words, your throat felt lodged and the words stuck.

Aegon took your silence as all the answer he needed. He seemed to deflate with defeat, before letting you go. "Go then, leave me." Your opened your mouth to speak, desperately looking up at his eyes, reaching out for the man you loved, but he had none of it. "I said GO!" You flinched, the boom in his voice striking a fear in you that just a few months ago you never imagined you'd have. Not of him, at least. You nodded, before turning on your heel and running out.

He came home drunk again that night. More drunk than he'd been in a while. He smelled of beer and sweat and other things you didn't even want to think about. Not when you knew there was only one way they could stain his skin. No- that was still to heartbreaking a vision.

You had tried to just go to sleep, hope things would go back to the dullness in the morning, but you found yourself restless in his absence. He entered your chambers with a wobble in his step. You sat up to face him, ready to have to stand up and drag him to the bathroom, like every night he chose to drown in sin. However, this night he didn't make himself a nuisance in that way. He strode right up to the bed, and collapsed beside you.

You reached over, softly pulling his hair out of his face. You expected the usual mindless drunk stare- not the sadness that plagued his blue eyes. He reached out, grabbing your wrist, and yanking you so you lied against his chest, his skin warm and sweaty, but after the initial shock, there was something oddly comforting about him holding you in his arms.

"Why do you hate me?" You hated the sound of his voice. He sounded defeated, broken. Like a kicked child. You sighed, finally finding the words you had so wished to say.

"I don't hate you, Aegon. I just... I hate seeing you like this. You're always drunk and you've become miserable- and it's making everyone else afraid of you. I love you, you know that more than anyone. But your spiraling. And I've been trying my hardest to help you, but... it feels like you don't want to be helped. Like no matter how many times I sober you up, you will always get drunk again. It's tiring."

Aegon sighs, his grip tightening. " It's... hard. Now that I'm supposed to be king, she expects everything of me. I never wanted this, neither did my father." You nodded. It's true, the late king had always been vocal about Rhaenyra being his heir, even after he found a son. It was Alicent who refused to give up Aegon's perceived birthright. It was Alicent who had so little belief he could be anything but a drunkard, but who also scolded him like she expected better. She never did. She always acted like he was a lost cause, she never taught him. It was his mother's fault he was unable to be a normal adult. And here you were, picking up the pieces of her failure. Because despite his rough edges, you knew the Aegon who hid buried in years of abuse- you knew the man you loved.

"I can help you. Only if you let me." He grunted in approval. a

[khajiitclaws]

Hey! I’m Allan (he/they). I mainly post tes and ffxiv and the occasional stray interest. I try to tag most of what I post and tag my ocs!

OCs

Sori Salbari (ffxiv/tes) WoL. Keeper of the Moon Miq’ote. A clever and stoic rogue who values her duty above all. Paired with Thancred and Urianger. My main oc I talk about.

Iskra Natasch (ffxiv) Non-WoL Hrothgar. A preppy and charming Lominsan chef and adventurer. Supporter of the Scions. Paired with @finalfartasy’s Madclaw

Theodora (ffxiv) Azem oc. An eccentric and passionate woman, beloved and beloathed for her various schemes and outlandish ideals. Energetic and determined about her studies and travel. Paired with Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch.

Irvina (tes) HoK. Dunmer spellsword. A pathetic drunk sword for hire and conwoman estranged from her family. Longs for companionship and attention which leads to her ruin.

Vanryth Neloren (tes) Dunmer sorcerer with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and power. Cranky and prideful bastard.

Vallina (tes) Altmer mage. A proper and polite daughter of a minor noble family in Alinor who studies archaeology. Auri-El worshipper.

Daydreams-In-Silence (tes) Argonian mage specializing in healing. Ditzy and easily distracted optimist with a heart for adventure.

Marfu Gro-Burzag (tes) An Orsimer fighter with a penchant for literature and poetry.

Eldaria (tes) Altmer necromancer and lich. A peculiar woman with an unhealthy fascination for death and the unknown.

[justlarkin]

Mentioning some events that I liked in the midst of beefing with LWs' writers. It's mostly due to very specific things that occur in the events rather than the events themselves to be completely honest with you.

-Casual and fun beach event. Can't go wrong there. Good moments envolving most of the characters. Nomad, Azazel, Kengo, and Oniwaka in particular for me. They deprived me of Azazel content, so this is my only morsel to latch onto. Plus we got SQ Galore, including ones for Mononobe and Lil Salomon.

-The softcore discussion of gender dysphoria was a pleasant surprise and I liked the parallels drawn between MC and Astarte as "trophies". In particular, I liked how this event revealed how much the other guys actually love MC. They were completely indifferent towards Astarte while she was the beloved, which was super weird to her, and when MC switched places with her, they immediately clocked that something was off, but not because they could visually tell MC was obviously not Astarte. They just thought Astarte was more radiant than usual. They were all over MC and giving away their shells because they're MC, not because they were the beloved.

-That scene where Heracles falls into Narcissus' Pond and he comes to the realization that his narcissism and cowardness was what led to Hylas' fate. He thought that a hero of his caliber was too precious to even risk being lost to the naiads, especially not for a guy who was practically beneath him. Heracles put himself before the life of his friend who was willing follow him to hell and back, abandoning him, and he regrets it. The parallels to Hylas' abduction with Heracles' fall as well as dialouge and narration as MC dives after him are an absolute banger. "I knew. I knew you'd come. Not by another's comand but your own free will. Your radiance makes me want to weep. Before you, the thought of the man who failed to follow Hylas makes me want to cry." MC took the leap Heracles never did for Hylas, making them a better person than himself. Such a great moment. Absolutely adored it.

-First of all, exile reveal. Second of all, the reveal that Shiro's crush is more of an all-consuming OBSESSION. Always thinking of them. Always following them whatever path they decide to take. Knowing that they relied on him was his greatest source of happiness. He wanted to help them, to shoulder any and all of their burdens in the hopes that they would eventually feel the same way as him. Shiro was desperately striving for an insane, unhealthy co-dependent relationship where MC validates him by constantly needing him to help them and it's just ?!?!? This came way out of left field.

-Algernon. Algernon. Algernon. I absolutely loved it when he randomly got jealous and tried to change the topic when MC called Yamasachihiko hot. I love that he found someone who could keep up with him, an equal, in MC. I loved that they did a little tapdance routine together while killing the slimes. Oh. And Hombre Tigre. I'm not really a big fan of him. I just really like how interesting his dynamic with Quetzalcoatl is compared to everyone else. Hombre adoring Tezcatlipoca so much that he couldn't even begin to grasp why Quetzalcoatl would leave him behind and envying him for being the one who could consume Tezcatlipoca's thoughts and breaking him in such a manner.

-Sherlock Nomad and Assistant MC, the event we had all been waiting on. Anyways, y'all should know why I liked this event. It's that one scene where they beat Hermes' and he's just sitting on the floor like a pouty little kid when MC grabs his hand and he continues his little tantrum by telling them to let go while doing nothing to stop them. Hermes finally found a friend who could look past all of his lies and accept him with MC and I'm very happy for the bastard.

-That whole chase scene where Balor reveals that he's actually been a twat this entire time and he goes after MC, trying to capture them, is mwah. Love it. Also when Boogeyman triggered that ratfuck, Balor's, PTSD with his sacred artifact just the reveal that Lugh never had a choice in the matter and that Balor caused this fate to be forced upon him, something that he feared for himself in the first place. And the reveal that Balor didn't exactly regret killing his grandson. It was just the fact that Lugh didn't choose to fight him himself.

-The way Vapula was completely indifferent to his golemns until the very end where they're all silently gazing out into the sea after Sand Dragon self-deleted while following orders and are clearly fucked up about what they just witnessed, truly understanding how morbid Sand Dragon's existence was and the inevitability of his death, when MC turns to Vapula and says "Vapula.... We never got to name him" and Vapula just starts BAWLING.

-Oh look. A well executed plot twist. Loved the way that they conveyed Horus and Seth's true bond through how compatible and fluidly their memories were able to work together to fight against the group. Then there's the use of Seth's old memories to reveal that Horus had been on his side the entire time and that he was even the one who let him flee Duat. Also, an expansion on what seemed to be such a simple rule. Being able to control the sand being way more powerful than expected through a technicality.

-This one might actually be my favorite event. No. Not because it's a Fuxi or bird event. Shut your slut mouth. Banger music, great story, great picks for the characters and the dynamics, an exile reveal. Fuxi being so unhinged that he tries to fight literal children and Simurgh playing the straight man to his funny man will always be funny. Also, there was just that one moment where MC went "pull the trigger pussy" while Simurgh held a gun to their head and that's so based of them. Mostly dissapointed we didn't get more Nüwa lore.

[emmalovesfitzloved]

Can you tell me about Fitzloved?

"OH MY GOSH, AM I ABOUT TO INTRODUCE YOU TAYLOR SWIFT?!"

that's what i first meme when i saw your lovely ask! hahahah

Introductions

So its a fandom based on the epic fantasy series that follows for the most part, 2 soulmates, from their childhood all the way to their older years as they grow from friendship, partners to lovers. And I have to admit, the way it's written is almost euphoric. It's utterly lyrical.

So introductions now put aside, 'Fitzloved' is the ship name for "Beloved" (one of his many names) name of the characters and "Fitz". They are the two ongoing protagonists in one of the most respect and wonderful high fantasy series ever created, Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb. They are the main couple shall we say that span the 16 book series. I think a lot describe it as the "mona lisa of fantasy series" within the genre. It's aesthetic is very much evermore meets folklore meets Merlin. Its veryyyyy cozy fantasy and perfect for the season but also the Fall/winter.

The big 5 writers of fantasy rn i have been told are: Brandon's, Robin Hobb's, GRRM (Although he's lost a lot of respect in the community because of his insane hiatus!), Steven Erickson's (Malazan series) and Joe Abercrombie. While you will see with the Cosmere, Brandon is very much straight to the point, prioritises fights, magic system building and very cohesive ensamble casts. Unlike her peers, Robin Hobb on the other hand, is a delicacy. A slowly made dessert that has sweet and salty tastes if you will. And another defining feature is that her series does not involve a massive war at the epicentre of the fantasy plot, which ironically is rare in high fantasy now a days.

Of Cats and Closed Doors by @tragediegh

HOWEVER. The WAY in which i was introduced to this series is kind of dumb and silly, i.e. very me lol. i stumbled across a fiction on ao3 under 'in a the cabin era way' tag and stumbled across @tragediegh's soul-binding, amazing wonderful fiction called Of Cats and Closed Doors that is still ongoing and she updates mostly weekly! At first, not joking i thought it was an original work, but only well into crying, loving, reading, laughing, did i realise when i looked better at the tags it was actually based on ROTE lol. I was new to ao3 that's my only defence :P

And what @tragediegh and Hobb are doing probably tell from my handle, is make literally my roman empire. Like I reread chapters everyday before going to sleep. It's fr fr my safe space. and what i love is the maturity in which they both write, as they create stakes in different ways. She creates a very tangible atmosphere, a world you can touch, the foods cooked, how they smell, and what the character's rely on. From banquet halls, to the wood carvings the Fool leaves behind, the well lit fireplaces, mugs of ale and coffee on the table, through jewels adorned, to how the dragons gleaming like jewels in the sky… it's simply amazing. You get me. There is NEVER a moment where you feel like it's a slog or dull moment. Like I did sometimes while reading the Stormlight Archive or Outlander (those books in their defence, are longer individually).

And like I said, the thing I LOVE the most with how they make us and fall in love with Fool (one of the protagonists) through the eyes of naive and a socially sometimes challenged Fitz. Fitz himself, is the most passionate, handsome, humble hero i've ever read. He is a bastard prince who from day 0 was neglected, abused, unwanted, un-named, manipulated, gaslit just all around most traumatised character one could read. Which most people end up overlooking and resenting bc he is riddled with insecurities (despite him being a hotttie hot chiseled smokie pie that everyone wants to cuffff) and developed unhealthy copying mechanisms that can effect the readability of the main series. Which is entirely relatable. I strongly believe the hero of Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson that everybody loves, is heavily inspired by Fitz in ROTE. In fact I think Brandon said it was one of his fav series.

But really, the masterpiece of this world is obviously the Fool. When I look at the other characters, its a bit like watching a glorious puppet show - I can see how the strings are moving and what the puppets are made of…But not so with the Fool, he is an infinite mystery and creating a character like that is something I`ll never be able to get out of my head. he is other worldly. Put Tolkien fae and beautiful faeries to shame with his grace, elegance, mysticism. His story with Fitz (the other main character) with that @tragediegh and Hobb are doing imo is one of the greatest love stories of all time.

Gender Identity

And I think also, Fool (also known as Beloved to a special someone 😉) is a lgbtq+ individual, and their identity and how they chose to present and address themselves daily (and not address it!) plays a massive role in the ROTE/OCACD overall. It extremely realistic, how it's writen, where for the most part some characters are confused, don't know how to navigate the topic. Which isn't helped by how private and mysterious the Fool remains. But for the most part, is heart warming, as the gender fluidity of the Fool is openly accepted by his mate (YES MATE) with open arms as he accepts it, and it's got me CRYINGGGG as i type this fr....! These characters were created pre-2000's, which just goes to show how timeless these gender questions and acceptances really are i think!

Music

CANON FOR ME swiftie songs that are FOR fitzloved to get a feel r:

ur loosing me

my tears ricochet

invisible string

stay don't go

the lakes

mastermind (YASSS beloved go manipulate ur boy fitzieee ily)

dress (as of chapter 48 and beyond hopefully alkdfjalkdjfj)

and Fitz's song for me for ever will be:

i see fire live and in session by ed sherran (i just feel the literal passion that fitz has through this song not to mention the howl XD)

Conclusion

So yeah, I cannot recommend enough this ongoing story and series to you.

TLDR: Fitzloved is a ship i read myself to sleep every night and cry about how amazing they are XD

Feel free to ask any more questions about them or even my favourite artists that do ROTE work bc ngl this post was 2x as long as i included artistic work but it was getting too long so i decided to leave that for a more specific ask :)) As you can tell i can just dedicate entire evenings singing from the top of these crusty english rooftops how amazing and life changing these two silly beans are. I hope this was enough of a good overview of my love for them and why! :)) Hopefully one day you will give it a go, and i swear your life will be changed for ever ! <333

[mybodyisaflowerbed]

wip intro : mouth of the wolf, eyes of the lamb

“And I know, I know I am what I am / The mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb / So darling, will you saturate?” [Rain - Sleep Token]

genre(s) •/ fantasy, romance, au of a contemporary universe.

target age range •/ 18+ only.

overall goal •/ at least 40k+, to be posted on ao3 as written (and potentially revised upon completion).

narrative •/ third person, multiple povs, present tense (past tense for flashbacks).

taglist (ask to be added/removed): none yet!

themes/vibes/tropes •/ love and what it means, finding beauty in the beast, loving those that society finds unlovable, lycanthropy as a mirror image of queerness, sexual and romantic desire (and letting go of shame and stigma around either), self-exploration and identity, learning to love oneself, finding the beauty in others, love on purpose.

content warnings •/ explicit sexual content (eventually), past unhealthy relationships, past child abuse, referenced suicide attempt, referenced homophobia, fantasy racism, violence and injury, vague references to past sexual violence, minor character death.

summary...

Summit Telon, disgraced bastard son of Marquess Stephen Telon, fell in love with Lady Cherry Lachlan at twenty-one. At twenty-six, with his lover’s wedding fast approaching, he throws his life away and leaves her behind. Fleeing to a tiny, ignored village in the southwest of Calayesin, Summit buries his past and takes up meager work in the village’s only antique shop.

When the highly superstitious and untrusting villagers inadvertently learn of Summit’s history, he is quick to realize their hatred for the Lachlan family and all its companions.

Beaten and left for dead in the woods as an offering to the hated monster within them, Summit doesn't expect to be saved by the monster himself. He certainly doesn't expect them to find love in each other.

Of course, life doesn't exactly care to meet one’s expectations.

the lovers...

• Summit Telon (he/him): A bastard child disowned by his noble father and the woman who raised him. Former paramour of Lady Cherry Lachlan. Always loving and always devoted, even when it hurts.

• Virtue Solace (he/him): A Werewolf living in the woods outside of the Village des Dents de Loup. Big and silent and always feared, no matter how gentle his hands may be.

others...

• Wisteria Journey (she/her): A vampiric Succubus and a collector of friendships.

• Cynthia Monroe (she/her): A human woman and the first beloved friend of Wisteria.

• Amethyst Babich (she/her): The half-human daughter of a Morrigan and advocate for the rights of nonhumans.

• Nubia Carras (she/her): A Kyonallagi and friend of Wisteria.

• Arbor Gatin-Verlice (he/him): A Dragonbound and a friend of Wisteria.

• Tobin Sweet (he/him): A human man and an old friend of Summit.

• Phaedra Myers (she/her): A human woman and an old friend of Summit.

with minor appearances by: Lady Cherry Lachlan (she/her), Clementine Jackson (she/her), Jameson "Jamie" Brandon (he/him), & Sariya Brandon-Singh (she/her).

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masterpost + chapters coming soon!

IMPORTANT NOTES •/ this is an alternate universe for a series of contemporary roleplays between myself and my best friend (hence the modern names). as such, half of these characters do not belong to me - i have just been given permission to write with them. if you're reading this ceej ily :)

[manofthepipis]

I heavily headcanon that spamton has adhd (although tbh I am heavily projecting).

Just his erraticness and emotional instability gives off huge adhd vibes, along with no volume control (my voice too does whatever the fuck it wants and I won't notice until someone points it out lmao)

Also since I subscribe to oldest of the group hc, it likely put him behind his peers.

(Just watching everyone do what they're meant to do and just not being able to measure up because even your best effort isn't enough and you don't know why you're like this why you can't be as good as the rest of them is just...oof. it be like that sometimes)

And also he's impulsive as fuck (I choose to see the constantly changing prices on his wares as a joke on unstable e-currency and a testament to how he can't stick to some decisions worth a damn)

TLDR: comfort bastard character my beloved (that your fics actually introduced me to, so thank you very much for the brainrot <3)

honestly anon i'm w u (fellow adhd individual here) and though i desperately try not to project in my writing, trying to keep the character as in-character as possible with some leeway, some projection is inevitable lmao

i rlly think his character, while charming and fun, is also immensely relatable. For reasons you've pointed out, like relating to the other addisons and feeling like he's 'behind' them, to where he compensates this with his delusions of grandeur and a strongly-unhealthy god complex. Oof. this guy. He hasn't had the best support system or the healthiest of habits, and unfortunately was put into a very dark place during a very dark time.

but i can definitely see the build behind this headcanon. His character does give off some of those vibes. I try not to diagnose spamton, chalking his habits up to his spammy email antics and existence as email, but regardless its nice to have some personal traits resonate in a character and it can be comforting.

(he's my comfort character as well i wrap him in a blanket but also will dunk him headfirst into a pool <3)

[prismatic-starstuff]

it is seven in the morning and I have Not Slept and my brain has said 'hey, you know those Extremely Complicated Feelings you have about Astarion in the ending where he ascends? how about we talk about them a bit Right Now? :)' so let's go for it AMSNAKXNXMXN

so I don't want to get into all my feelings about it right now because I would literally be here for hours, but... I want to clear something up!

in my eyes, the only in-game ending that Astarion deserves is the good ending. he deserves to have a loving voice talk him out of doing a very unwise and cruel thing that he's not really doing because he wants to, that he's only doing because he wants to save himself from further trauma. he deserves to kill Cazador and show that he's better than that bastard ever was in every imaginable way. he deserves to get on that path to healing, to living a healthy and happy life, and to having a healthy and happy relationship with the one he loves.

this is what I want for him. this is what this beautiful character I love so much deserves; freedom, and happiness, and healing.

now lately, I have said some positive things about Astarion in the ending where he ascends, and I need to make something clear. when I do that, I'm not promoting that ending or saying I prefer or enjoy it; when I do that, I'm not saying I prefer him that way or want him to be that way. no harm to any lovers of the ascended Astarion ending ofc! it's just not what I personally vibe with.

when I say positive things about Astarion in the ending where he ascends, I'm doing exactly that: I'm saying positive things about Astarion. just because that ending involves him going down an extremely unhealthy path and showing some extremely unhealthy behaviours, that doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to stop loving him, you know? he's a character I care for very deeply, a character I wish the best for, a character who I have a lot of strong feelings about; I love him at his best, I love him as he's figuring himself out... and yeah, I love him at his worst too.

but I just... felt like I needed to make that clear aldmakxnskcndn. the ending still breaks my heart, I don't want to see my beloved vampire elf going down that path; but I am in love with him, so I do still see certain things to appreciate about him in that ending, not the ending itself in general.

long ramble over! I shall now think about sleeping ALXMSKXNXOXNSM thank you for bearing with me—

[profesionalpartyguest]

Bold the facts for my beloved aspiring doomsday cult leader, aspiring painter, former cowgirl, zombie apocalypse truther mildred hayes from my bacc! 1 round in and i'm so obsesed with her. i got tagged by the very kind @fwaldorf :*

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable  

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified (degree in early childhood education) / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Records: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (various parking violations) / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦leader/ follower / in between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured (she grew up on a farm near strangetown, all she knows is country/cowboy themed) / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent (aspiring painter, hobby is art) / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed (depression and anxiety meds) / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist (believes in the Watcher)/ polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s)/ not close with sibling(s) (has 5 brothers, hasn't spoken to them since she moved away) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[earthmoonz]

The BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr

The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

tagged by the lovely @digital-deluxe (thank you so much! I ofc had to do this for my angel max)

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste:upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children /wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted/ in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious /in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable/ in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes /no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral /romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit /never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

I take my beloved @mattodore for theo as well as @ardeney-sims and @cinamun for jerri ! <3

[dolainiedola]

Bold The Facts

Wanted to do it so badly for my beloved Trio, so I did it, no matter the fact that no one tagged me.

Oskar (black and pink shirt) Cal (blue shirt) Zee (red t-shirt) Found family/Best Friends

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other (freelance artist)

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ( was forced to drop out of college)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no/ has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) ( but only with two of his four siblings) / not close with sibling(s) (Her sister is awful) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased (His older sister)

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent/ not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes /no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no/ don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes (hard not to believe when you are partly THEM) / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no(o)

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced /curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent( reason why they were kidnapped) / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate /poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never( hates the taste and smell and what it does to people-as his father is/was an alcoholic) / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes (alien type of drugs) / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never /special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 22 - Drunken Bunny - Part 2

Agenor

The look of confusion in his eyes was priceless as he tried to recall what had happened. I found it quite entertaining to watch him struggle. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

"I yelled at that large guy with the bat. And... Baril. Oh please tell me I didn't yell at him too."

"Don't worry about Baril," I said. "You have bigger problems now."

"But I didn't insult him, did I? He just started treating me okay and..."

"No, you didn't insult him. You just told him his galley was filthy and unhealthy."

"Oh God! Wait, I think I remember him laughing."

"Yes, you were lucky he was already drunk."

He breathed a sigh of relief but I wasn't done yet.

"Lou, on the other hand..."

"Who?"

"The guy you threatened to 'kick his ass' in front of everyone, after you chose 'storm-boy' as your favorite nickname."

His expression turned frightened and his jaw dropped. I enjoyed watching him squirm for a moment. Despite being upside down, he was still beautiful.

"I distinctly remember asking him not to call me 'girl.' He laughed at me and I can't believe I let slip what I said next," he said, looking at me with a mix of adorableness and defensiveness.

"But to be fair, he started it first. He was incredibly rude, and I was quite drunk. It was the most I had ever drank before," he took a deep breath to calm himself and then added firmly.

"I won't apologize to that bastard. If he comes seeking revenge, I'll... I'll fight him."

I couldn't help but wonder if he was truly sober. His determination to fight Lou surprised me but it also seemed foolish. Nyx never thought like a pirate, even though he probably lived among them now. It would take him a long time to resemble one.

"What about Maren? Do you remember anything about him?" I asked.

"No, I never yelled at Maren or insulted him," he replied.

He covered his eyes with his hands and said

"Oh God, please kill me now."

I struggled to suppress my laughter at his reaction.

I had been furious when I saw him pat Maren's head yesterday and declared... 'I love you monkey-boy, hang in there. I'll save you from the pirates,' ...but I had soon gotten over it after witnessing the rest of his antics.

I feigned a grave expression and uttered...

"Nyx, given your final performance yesterday, killing you would have been a merciful fate."

He opened his eyes, clearly confused. But I wasn't done yet. I reached out and pinned his head down onto the bed, locking eyes with him.

"This is taking longer than expected, so let me explain. Those gamblers were asking about the punch you kindly delivered me. They also asked if we had slept together. And you, you hushed them and said, 'Shh. Don't tell Agenor I punched him.' And to top it off, you helped them with their final bet."

Nyx stared back at me, holding his breath.

"You really put on a show," I said, smiling.

"You called them indecent and pointed to me, saying... If your devil touches me again..."

"I'll be the one who fucks him up," he finished as he remembered.

His eyes widened and he shook his head slightly in denial as he remembered his outburst. A wide smile spread across my face as his words reached my ears once more. They had taken my breath away yesterday and hearing them again now sent shivers down my spine. It was like the time he defied me by attempting to swim to his beloved Regina, his daring spirit always had a way of fully inciting me. I gazed at him, my prey and he was speechless. He pushed all my limits and his eyes betrayed his regret while his lips were slightly parted, hesitating to come up with an excuse.

Yesterday, when he was drunk, he was surprisingly no longer his polite and dignified self. But I was glad alcohol didn't affect me much, for even after all I drank, I could still enjoy and remember the show. I had seen a side of him last night that he himself might not have known existed. He was insultingly honest, rude, daring and I even got to hear him cuss. But the best part was that he was held back by nothing and no one, he was totally free. Facing my silence, Nyx thought I was angry, he broke his silence charm and stammered...

"God, I'm sorry. I told everyone. What will you do?"

I couldn't help but laugh heartily.

"You still have time to worry about others?"

"But... now they know," he said.

"So?" I replied.

When he didn't answer, I continued...

"Do you honestly believe that I care about what those hooligans think?"

He nodded hesitantly, a worried expression still etched on his face.

"You should, you're their leader."

"As the captain of this ship, the only opinion that truly matters to me is my own. I have never regretted or felt ashamed of anything I've done and I don't feel the need to justify my actions to anyone. This includes my decision to make you mine, Nyx, body and soul."

Overwhelmed by my feelings, I couldn't resist leaning in to kiss him between the eyes before passionately biting his lower lip. I could feel him protest but I silenced him with another wild kiss, exploring his mouth with my tongue. When he pulled back for air, I couldn't help but admire his flushed cheeks and that look that I adore, a heady mixture of desire, fear and denial.

The confusion in his eyes only feeds my pride, it's proof that he is tainted by the devil... by me. I smiled at him and I could see his fear subside. It pleased me to know of the effect I had on his emotions. I slipped my fingers under his collar. Then I tilted my head and lowered my voice as I spoke next to his ear...

"Now, I'd really like to see how you will fuck me up."

[vryfmi]

genuine answer: yes

not to hijack this post but. do people really don't see the amount of skullyle "clues" across the books? or do people ignore them in favour of locklyle? because that's my genuine question.

i'll put my reasoning simply: if locklyle is a beloved endgame ship that everyone—fans and in-universe characters—agrees on, if everyone adores subtle build-up of their relationship from meaningful friendship into a relationship with undeniable signs of affection that have a literal symbol of undying devotion assosiated with them, then why can't skull's lines “Just leave him be. You make too much of him. Always have. He is replaceable, you know. Hey, if you close your eyes or switch out the light, I might be Lockwood” be taken seriously if only just a second.

(i wouldn't say it's my favourite skullyle moment but let's use this one)

sure, the “I might be Lockwood” could be interpreted as skull being a needy bastard that only wants to get rid of Lucy's friends to have her only to itself. but let's look at the whole phrase and context in which it's being said as well as what happens after it. a third of TCS's plot is built upon skull being stolen and lucy having a strong need to get it back.

No, what I wanted, most particularly, was to retrieve the whispering skull. You heard me right. I wanted the skull back. That wasn’t a statement I’d ever have expected to make. (TCS)

lucy later claims that the skull was mostly a nuisance that occasionally was helpful to her. and saved her life. many times. and was her company. for the past months. nothing much yk. only a nuisance yk. but she also voices just how much she and her self-image relies on lucy being able to talk to the dead, to talk to the skull. it seems someone has an unhealthy dependence, huh. what's more interesting, it's a second time in this book that lucy expresses her fondness for skull but here she says how surprised she is by it, like this exchange didn't happen a few chapters back:

The ghost adopted an expression of enormous unconcern. Its nostrils dilated; I heard a dismissive sniff. “Like you care a bean what I think.” I looked around the moonlit kitchen, silent, seemingly innocuous, but drenched in evil. “Dear old skull. I do care, and I’m asking you as a…as a…” “I detect hesitation,” the skull said. “As a friend?” I scowled. “Well, no. Obviously not.” “As a respected colleague, then?” “Even that would be stretching it. No, I’m asking you as someone who genuinely values your opinion, despite your wicked nature, your vicious temperament, and my better judgment.” The face regarded me. “Ooh, okay…I see you’re going for the virtues of simple honesty here, rather than the honeyed words of flattery. Correct?” “Yes.”

here it was back and forth, skull challenging lucy to think what does she really think of it in the moment of distress, at the haunting that was affecting her the most. and now without anyone prompting her with insults thought provoking commentary, she was astounded to find her own inner voice to sound like that, to come to this conclusion herself, that she wasn't "tricked" into thinking it.

now, this was all groundwork for lucy, what about skull's words?

he's jealous. jealous of lockwood and other people for being in lucy's life, taking away her attention, swaying her of the course of the goal she set, the goal skull set for her. skull hates her friends and wants to get rid of them. and it's not surprising he feels that way since we saw it before with bickerstaff. he was jealous there were other followers, ones more eager to serve, to prove themselves to master. skull saw himself as the closest one to bickerstaff, he had to be, he knew all his master's secrets, right? so, he threw wilberforce under the bus, or, in their case, in front of the bone glass. (throw wilberforce at the bone glass, throw lockwood into the gate. hm.)

i saw reblogs to this post say skull doesn't know what love or affection is. and i disagree. skull was clearly loyal to his master, fascinated by him and his deeds. but it was twisted, it was nurtured by bickerstaff to be self-destructive, because it served him to have someone blindly and quitly follow his every word. skull had ability to care for and love people, too bad he ended up with wrong people and learned wrong lessons. now these twisted ways seep into his relationship with lucy. and yet, they had quite a few meaningful conversations (i wrote some more about their dynamic here).

now back to this line, “Just leave him be. You make too much of him. Always have. He is replaceable, you know.” skull longs for someone's appreciation and someone to give him purpose even in afterlife. and lucy gave that to him. not only does she align with his greatest desire and reason for coming back to the world of the living because she can talk to skull, tie it to this side, to the living side, but also, well, they are an item. without lucy, skull is left alone, abandoned once again; and to lucy, well, she defines herself and her worth by being able to talk to a type three. they can't replace another, or their worlds will tumble. (two-sided unhealthy codependent skullyle is my favourite thing ever)

“Hey, if you close your eyes or switch out the light, I might be Lockwood”. do i... do i even have to say anything? that it's clear as day that locklyle is canon and lucy's attraction to lockwood is obvious as hell? and that skull bluntly says he'd rather be in his place? doesn't this line make it clear on its own? like lockwood's alive, free to do and go wherever and yet has a death wish and skull want to live and also lucy's there... you know.

and then there's the trip to the other side. do you ever think about the fact that skull was both the one who suggested, hinted at, led lucy and lockwood to the other side, and also was the one to show them the way out, led them back out. and then in TEG skull saved them from grasps of death at the fittes house twice, again, by leading them away from death. or are you normal?

anyhow, i think at least one-sided skullyle was written intentionally. i would also argue that lucy was on a brink of falling for skull in TEG after, to quote her, seeing skull with a face and body and everything. and maybe she did idk but she sure does grieve a lot after skull's source goes all silent. and she sure does quite a 180 on her opinion of skull to the point her words highlight how she came to see skull as his own person as lucy starts calling skull "he" in the epilogue, no longer the "it"-treatment all other visitors get.

tl;dr: yes, i think skull had feelings for lucy and it was quite explicitly stated in the books. i would also argue that lucy had fallen for skull in TEG but it was too late.

Geuinuine question: Do you guys think Skull is in love with Lucy?

Or do you get besties vibes from them?

[twst-hanaya]

Rook Hunt: Apathy Wrapped In Kindness

Okay so this is just going to be me ranting about Rook Hunt (finally - despite him being my fave most special little boy, I haven't written one post about him since starting this blog). It's basically just my personal interpretation of his character and how I imagine he would act, specifically with regards to love and romance. Basically just some personal head-canons, so don't get mad at me if we have different views of him.

I do love a man that can give me emotional damage in ways I never thought possible. Let's get started.

My impression of the fandom consensus - at least, the part of the fandom that writes Reader/Character and MC/Character fics - is that Rook is either an obsessive Yandere or a very gushy and romantic that likes to make grand gestures and dramatic declarations of his love for his significant other in French, with maybe a touch of danger, but it's sexy so we're good.

Realistically - (bad word here I know, I like fantasizing just as much as the next girl but this is for the sake of my deep love of his character okay) - I think Rook would make a terrible lover.

He himself says that he's too obsessed with beauty to be tied down, that his eyes will always chase what shines. He won't give up the opportunity to experience the other beauties of the world. He's so caught up in the expansiveness, the endless novelty, that dopamine hit from finding that shiny new thing, that the idea of limiting himself deliberately is foreign to him. He doesn't commit, not because he's afraid, but because he is greedy. Commitment is a choice to sacrifice, and he wants to experience everything this world has to offer.

As he is now, he is overwhelmed with the abundance of experiences available to him, and he doesn't quite understand the beauty that can only be found in that sacrifice and deep connection with another human being. His intake is just that - taking. Receiving. He eats beauty and enjoys his meals, the delicacy of human existence. He enjoys observing and even helping grow what he finds, making precise comments with his sharp, observant eye. He gives quite a bit in that sense - wisdom, encouragement, and most importantly, the truth.

See, my favorite thing about him is that despite his affable and friendly nature, he always keeps people at a distance. And even worse, he's a hypocrite. If he finds you interesting, he has no qualms about ripping apart your barriers and peering into your soul without you even knowing, while simultaneously disliking any attempts by others to probe into his own life in any significant way.

So this is what I think loving Rook Hunt would look like.

He'll shower you with praise and attention and understanding and advice. He will carve you open and lay bear your every fear and hope and dream, and he will consume that beauty, of a person's most secret, vulnerable part of their being - a risk you have taken, a gift you have given him - with shining eyes and even something like affection and gratitude.

He will do all of this, and when you ask him to please - please give me a piece of yourself too? Something precious, the same as I have given you? He will turn away. His curiosity satisfied, his interest sated, he will move onto the next shiny thing that catches his eye.

He will make you love him, and he will take that love in his hands and hold it up to the light to see how it catches it. He will admire how it sparkles so brightly and how it is malformed and dark in certain spots, and then he will put it down. It will have no place in his life, the collection of things he is willing to keep.

And what are you left with? A love that has nowhere to go and is too unwieldy and overgrown to fit back inside of you the way it used to. There's a big hole, and you have in your hands a love with nowhere to go.

So what were you? Just an experience? His kindness wasn't untrue - he meant every word he said. But his detachment, how he cuts himself out of the equation of life and places himself as a spectator who watches a play, is a type of apathy the inevitable cruelty of which will hurt you when you are standing alone under those bright stage lights looking for his silhouette in the shadows of the audience.

His heart will never belong to anyone but himself. Some might catch a glimpse, on accident. Maybe a sliver he's willing to expose in order to protect the whole. What a cold man.

But maybe, just maybe, someone can show him one day that that emptiness isn't just something he only leaves behind in others but grows in himself as well. Like I said, I don't think he quite understands the value of sacrifice, the kind of sacrifice that binds a person to something greater than themselves - the kind of sacrifice that binds oneself. But maybe when he breaks that person open and they inevitably reject him, unable to bear that feeling of loneliness despite standing beside him, he will feel even a hint of what he has let go, of what he has unwittingly lost with his careless consumption of others' hearts.

Anyways I need someone to write me a 100k+ slowburn Rook/OC fic with this in mind otherwise I have to do it myself and that shits fucking hard man, lol.

[dearest-painter]

The fatui harbingers with a unstable female columbina darling(basically you take columbina’s place but by what the info I got she’s mental)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive behavior,Y/N is unstable and has hallucination,Y/N is unstable to the point of forcing someone to be La Signora.

They were all worried,Y/N had brought a girl who looked like La Signora and forced her to be like her. “Y/N?” “Mm?” The insane girl smiled at Pierro. “It’s time for the girl to g-“ “La Signora~ that’s no girl~ it’s my dear La Signora~” Pierro frowned at the h/c girl,she was always a daughter figure to him but after they found out about La Signora’s death she snapped. Pulcinella was the grandfather of the whole fatui harbingers he was the one to comfort Y/N when la signora died as he saw her as a granddaughter. Childe already took the girl and made her leave. “Here’s some money for you to leave,now GO!” “Th-thank you so much sir!” The girl ran away while Childe just watched as she ran away.

When Y/N found out that the girl left she snapped even more! “No..no..no..no..La Signora please don’t leave me…you promised to stay,please come back…I need you” Her words mixed with her crying which was rare since she was all smiles and insane. Capitano sat beside Y/N and held her in his arms. “Di-did I do something wron-wrong? Why did she leave me!?” “You did nothing wrong my dear,it is just that her time has come and she was meant to go but she is still watching you even in the afterlife my love” The crying soften and it was all sniffles. “Thank..you Capitano..” She fell asleep in the arms of the captain.

The days after everyone saw how Y/N thought she saw La Signora only to be nothing,they’ve all had to watch her expect for that fucking bastard Scarmouche. When Scarmouche saw Y/N again he just hugged her and played with her hair since that calmed her down. “Scarmouche,can you tell me that story of when you met La Signora again” Scarmouche sighed and held her closer. “Of course N/N. It was my first day of being apart of Fatui harbingers and I met the annoying bastard Childe” he went on about his story which Y/N smiled at hearing the story of her beloved once again. Everyone is going to make sure that she doesn’t harm herself because of what happened.