#only fair fanfic

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Only Fair

Prologue Part I

so only the prologue relating to my ao3 version of Only Fair will be posted on tumblr (both parts) as far as I can decide right now but i hope if you do decide to keep reading on ao3 that you enjoy! of course the original rhaenyra x reader only fair will also be receiving updates but the two will diverge heavily in plot and only fair ao3 will likely be updated more frequently thank you for reading ♡

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!half-sister!oc alternate universe: A/B/O, canon divergent pronouns: she/her Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen has never been fond of the siblings forced upon her but she was willing to accept them until they were made of her former best friend. At two and twenty, having birthed her first child, she made a choice. She was going to treat them with the respect of a peer and young royalty but nothing else. They may be her father's spawn but they are not her siblings. But after years pass and her husband has fallen, she finds that not all of them are as besmirching as she had imagined. Perhaps one in particular is even quite favourable. Viserra. A sweet girl, she remembers that. Viserra... Viserra has always been kind, gentle and fierce. She had always admired her siblings and their dragons more than her books, and imagined how one day she might soar as high as Aegon does upon Sunfyre. Her brother shares everything but very rarely does he allow her flight. Though perhaps she has made an error, she does not need dreams and unfulfilling dreams, she needs to seize her own fate and she must quickly... warnings: none in this chapter that i know of other than perhaps a short discussion on child neglect dividers: saradika

Rhaenyra can still remember the day that her once-friend’s screams echoed around the Keep for not one but two twin girls in early morn. She can still remember mounting Syrax at the sounds of her cries and squeezing her eyes shut in hopes to ignore it–the same way she ignored the announcement of Alicent’s second and first pregnancy. She did not return for six weeks in favour of Dragonstone and when she returned? She avoided every leering stare and finally agreed to begin touring for a suitor. One she knew she would not take…Until she did. Viserra in contrast–which the court did often–was a sweet slip of a thing in her youth and her eldest sister did not intend to entertain her befuddled ramblings. Of course she had been, an arm always looped in her elder brother’s and her mother combing through the rough coarse curls of child's play. A coddled child and smothered in warm embraces throughout her youth. Glowing from praise as The Golden Princess. Except for perhaps the King’s. His stare was as blank as the toys she adored just as much as her father’s attention. It was the rare gem she craved, exploring the depth of a cave and more just to catch that glistening sparkle. She didn’t mind the cool disposition or forgotten namesdays, she had something better. She had her siblings and nephews at her side and the promise of a kind suitor (she particularly favoured the Tully boy who had brought her a fish the size of her arm the year prior.) And she had held onto that promise until she was ten and three namesdays passed. And instead of returning Viserra’s quizzical stares, Rhaenyra avoided her as she avoided all her siblings once two more boys were born…  

“No.” “Oh please!” Young Jacaerys whines, pounding his fist on the desk. Viserra jumps and flashes her sights to him, brows raised and warning. She is sitting within a violet armchair in the auburn library, a thick book between her hands. Instantly, the boy simmers and tucks his palms into each other and his head tilts down. “Sorry.” He mutters this time and her lips tilt at the success. Then she sighs. “High Valyrian is not something that you can place half your will into, it is a language carefully threaded and sewn like the seams of a dress. It must be perfected.” Jacaerys wrinkles his nose yet she takes no notice. “But I want to join in!” He argues, hands curling into the skirt of his aunt’s rust dress and kneeling down in front of her. It was more reminiscent of a rotting orange than that of a dress but now was not the time to insult her. She tuts. He pouts his lips and tilts his head to the side this time. “You and Aegon are always leaving me out! Oh please, oh please!” He begs like a puppy grovelling for fresh scraps. Her eyes scan over him, regret already stirring her insides. His eyes are wide and pleading. “Please?” He asks, more gentle this time. At that she hesitates. Jacaerys was a somewhat sweet boy when he wanted to be and he always brought her a new book when it entered the realms of the library, always begged for her to read it to him. Perhaps it was a puppy crush or perhaps it was simply a want for approval. That she had also noticed and if she could stop him following her brother around like a lost lamb she would. But alas he was rather convincing. So her lips pressed firmly together and she scans over his much shorter figure and then sighs. “Fine.” She relents, wincing at his grin of victory. You’d have thought he had just succeeded a boar with his bare hands. He grins impishly at her, the light of his excitement almost blinding. She was already dreading her decision. “What have the maesters taught you already?” He blinks at her and another sigh parts her lips. “Oh the Seven help me on my quest.” She murmurs quietly, snickering when his fist prods her. “Meet me on every second day and I shall try.” He nods quickly and wraps suffocating arms around her. “Kar-Karo” Jacaerys struggles, cheeks tinging pink.”Karamvose?” He tilts his head up at her and she tries to fend off her own amusement. “Kirimvose.” She corrects. “Kirimvose.” He repeats with a grin. And then she leaves. 

Her lilac eyes slowly raise in guilt, fingers shifting and tearing at the beds of her nails. A nervous girl, since she had been brought into the life of court, and a trait she was often chastised for by her Septas and grandsire. Septa Morring’s coal sights narrow and her lips thin. She carefully stiffens her posture and clenches her jaw as she awaits an answer. Panic swells in the quick pace of her breath. Viserra draws her lower lip between her teeth and bites down before she can stutter a half-hearted response. She swallows but the act is difficult under the control of her rampant thoughts. Finally she releases her lip and takes in a breath but before she can humiliate herself as much as she’s dreading, her face snaps to the side, a small voice is already speaking. “One violet, one green were both to be seen. The first female alpha since Visenya herself.” The Septa sighs but waves her hand begrudgingly and allows Viserra to seat herself again. She does so quickly. “Very good Helaena but it ‘twas not your answer to recall. You may all gather your things but do not take such haste again, young princess.” The Septa casts an impenetrable stare at young Helaena. Finally Viserra breathes and nudges her sister, muttering a “thank you” before swiftly grasping her hand and tugging her alongside their embroidery to the thick door opening. 

They both ignore as the Septa prays after the session, giggling into one another’s ear. The long winding hallways are calmer as always at this time but as Viserra catches sight of her mother and Ser Criston Cole, she beams. Viserra may not have been her mother’s favourite but she favoured her mother over anyone else in the room. It is in an instant that she drags Helaena toward them, Helaena’s smaller legs struggling more than Viserra’s but unheard over the excitement. Helaena sighs with her lips tilting. Viserra releases her sister–alongside her embroidery which skitters across the long hall–and launches forward at the knight who stumbles back. Her mother’s disapproving sigh is present as ever but they both know that she is smiling. It is specifically why Viserra did not launch herself at her mother instead. Ser Cole stiffens as always, even after all this time, and gently pats her hair down. He worries for many reasons but at the head of all of them, he worries about the pain his armour must bring her. “Your Septa again?” He asks carefully with narrowed eyes. She blinks her own soft ones up at him and it is enough to make him grimace. He nods. “I will take care of it, princess.” He has to pry her hands off him but Alicent quickly snatches them up to hold and lace her fingers with Viserra’s own. Replacing the rejection with comfort as she had done so often before. Viserra watches as his figure leaves, he is as swift as the dust of parchment and as protective as the steel he bears. “You mustn’t run off such as this.” Alicent chastises, leaning down to land warm palms on her child’s shoulders. “It is not the behaviour of a princess. Despite the tone, her voice is soft. It is what Viserra favours most about her mother. Soil eyes pierce lilac and Viserra slowly whines. Then she pouts. “My fingers hurt, needlepoint is horrible! It hurts and-and only Helaena ever likes the sigils I make! The Septas are mean and Aeggy doesn’t even hang them up in his chambers anymore, he puts them in a drawer.” Alicent sighs, perhaps the coddling has gifted upon them some petulance. “We are not owed our appreciation, young darling. You must recall that.” 

“But uncle Daemon said–!” “I do not care what your beloved heathen said, I am your mother!” The Queen snaps, gone is the doting parent. Viserra blinks in shock before leaning back and softening her previously wrinkled nose. Alicent sighs, pinching the bridge of her own. She opens her eyes and smiles tightly. That familiar shame wraps her in a scratchy blanket. Alicent thins her lips. “Now, have you seen your brothers? They should have been back from their studies by now for luncheon.” Viserra shakes her head. She pauses for a moment then her brows pinch. “Have you seen your nephews?” The words are tentative this time, almost frightened for the answer. Her fingers dig into Viserra’s gown. Again Viserra shakes her head. It’s quick that a needle sharp lump thickens in the Queen’s throat. “Right…” She murmurs, her thoughts skip over her brain, desperate to be the one she voices. THe Queen looks to Helaena firmly. “Go and take your sister into your chambers, teach her your embroidery.” While the elder grimaces, Helaena smiles. She receives a dark look and huffs, folding her arms. She nods, suddenly remembering why she stopped asking where her fish went. Her palm is grasped with trepidation but still Helaena’s gentle fingers tug at her. “The small and the elder refuse to fly.” The younger princess murmurs with that same dreamy expression that her sister loves so dearly. 

“Sweet Laena,” Rhaenyra smiles warm as a winter fire at her supposed sister-in-law. The relationship between them had always been odd but never in a bad way. Things tend to tense within the blur of two alpha claims…and having to hide that claim. Laena’s dark eyes flitter up at her from beneath coal lashes. She smirks. “Good sister,” Laena returns in a quick beam. “I am glad to see you, I apologise for it being so long since the last of our…meetings. I have missed you.” Rhaenyra’s violet eyes drift to cast over the familiar broach encircling snowy coils. A twitch signals her lips. Her fingers caress it. “So it has but we are both with child, it is to be expected. I might say that Pentos is rather beautiful at such an hour,” The lilt of her voice lands to blanket atop them. Discretion is not her priority, Laena's softening figure and closing eyes are. A chuckle drips between the heir’s brash lips. “Is Vhagar doing well here?” She asks, hand moving to cup the other woman’s swollen stomach. Laena smiles and flutters her eyes open, mischief lacing them. “As much as a dragon can. She has grown restless at her lack of flight, I must confess.” “Ah,” Rhaenyra nods. “Syrax is the same while I am with child. You would think I had passed onto the next world rather than being under that condition. I am rather relieved that she was gentle when she met Luke. I was almost fearful she would blame him for my predicament.” A chuckle passes between them. “They are fierce creatures, not of our hand nor of our whims.” “Hm,” Rhaenyra wrinkles her nose. “I believe so, as does my father.” Laena bristles slightly but not for long. She looks down at her feet. “Daemon has missed you.” She comments, nerves weaselling through her teeth. A bitter taste swells on both their tongues. “Hm,” Rhaenyra nods, irritation spurring. “Well, he can only blame himself.” Laena sighs involuntarily. “You know his words do not connect with his mind,” She argues in vain. Rhaenyra grimaces. “And you know that he is a childish man grown and capable of handling his own consequences.” Rhaenyra thins her lips. “Nevermind this talk, how are little Baela and Rhaena?” “They want a brother,” The younger one smiled tightly. “Though they wish they do not have to see me in this state.” “It shall pass,” Rhaenyra assures, squeezing her hand. “I promise this to you. It will pass and you shall bring your babes onto Driftmark soil, delight in the pleasures of Dragonstone and wherever else you might wish.” 

“Daemon is not quite acquitted by such thoughts.” “Then he needn’t come.” Rhaenyra snips, a bitterness lying upon her tongue. “He is my husband.” Laena announces in frustration. Rhaenyra pauses and lets a silence pass before she nods. “Yes…I apologise for my misgivings.” Her tone is sharp but her eyes are kind. Gentle. Conflict was not new in their relationship. Fierce dragons rarely settle for compromising thoughts. Laena’s eyes track her lover’s form. She could not pretend that the childlike behaviour Rhaenyra complained over resided in her own blood. It could be rather amusing. Rhaenyra grimaces and roams her own bump, rubbing it gently. Rhaenyra takes a step forward and cups her omega’s face, rolling her thumb over her cheek. “We will see one another again.” Laena confirms with a sigh. “After the babe has come.” A frown settles across Rhaenyra’s brow. She scoffs. “You do not expect me to leave you in this state, surely–” Laena holds up a palm. “We do not need further rumours.” Rhaenyra’s jaw drops. “We are Valyrians, Targaryens, we have conquered both the sky and land. What are rumours worth if they cannot harm us.” Laena’s eyes narrow on her sternly. “We both know that they will tarnish your claim. They already suspect that your boys are not Laenor’s, we do not need them to suspect they one in your womb is of Daemon’s seed.” “Daemon is not even here–” “But he will be. Leave.” Rhaenyra sighs at the command. “I do not wish to cause you stress.” She utters dejectedly. At the first calm words leaving her lips, Laena reaches to grasp both her princess’ hands and squeeze them. “Then leave us. Return home, return to the Red Keep and I will await your letters.” Her lilting voice summons both restraint and power. Rhaenyra had always been the more impulsive of them both. Fire mingles her veins stronger than Laena’s of sea salt. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes flash down at newly joined hands and she nods slowly. Again her eyes flicker up at Laena’s. She doesn’t have to apologise because the words ring in both of their ears. Both of their hearts swell in anxiety and warmth. Both of their stomachs twist at the thought of her leaving. 

But it must be done.

It isn’t with especially good solace the next night that Viserra’s fingers thread through Aemond’s hair, securing a braid at the back as he quietly seethes. “I will have a dragon.” He grunts to which her hands still. “I know.” She coos gently, it is no secret that her brother is not fond of their nephews nor their teasing. Or Aegon’s for that matter. “Have…” She hesitates, tucking her lower lip between pearl teeth. Aemond’s eyes flit up at her, his head resting in her lap as she arranges the braids to entwine with each other. “Have what?” He prompts. “Have you considered claiming one?” Silence swarms and suddenly she feels the need to rectify herself. “Not yet of course but…well father claimed Balerion after he presented.” Nerves tighten her muscles and anxiety creeps up her throat in the form of acid. At the mention of their father, the tension grows thick and regret seeps into her gut. “Perhaps...” He murmurs in thought, eyes slowly tracking to the ceiling. “Might you as well? Claim a dragon?” “He was ten and six, that is a mere three years from I, and Aegon claimed Sunfyre just one summer ago.” Viserra continues, fingers stalling in his hair. Aemond grimaces. “That is too long! You do not understand that they tease me more than they do you.” He pouts, his brows furrowing as he does so. “Then they shall regret it once we have grown.” She dismisses with the ease of denying a second cup. “And all shall envy you instead.” His lip twitches upward but he stalls. “Why did his hatch?” He then asks quietly. Viserra’s brows slowly knit together. “Who?” “Daeron’s.” Silence hangs with the weight of a curtain. “Do our ancestors think us so unworthy that they would gift him such genes but not us too? What makes him different?” Hesitation covered her like a cup to a spider. She squirms slightly which must have clued Aemond further for he did not vent further. He merely lets out a huff. 

She taps his cheek and shimmies so that he has to lift his back. He frowns as his eyes flicker to hers, twisting himself to face her. She lands each hand on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “You are fierce.” She begins, attracting a furrowed brow. “You are valiant. I can feel it in our blood. You have the essence of every great Targaryen and someday you shall be celebrated as such.” Heat swells in her brother’s cheeks, resembling the raucous flames of Caraxes himself and he grins up at her. “I shall present and prove myself to you and to–” He vows which she is quick to protest, jutting a pointed finger to his chest. “No. You shall prove nothing to anyone, it will only lead to your downfall.” She knows he is not listening when he bites his lip, the give-away to when he is lying despite not utterances. An owl sounds from behind them out the window and they both glance into the blackened sky while it twinkles like a blanket strewn with a thousand diamond pieces. A bird soars through the darkness. “That shall be us one day.” Aemond states boldly. “And we shall be greater than any other dragonlord, to that I swear you.” A smile warms across Viserra’s face. “I can already see it.” She murmurs softly, arm looping with his. “You shall be the greatest alpha anyone has ever seen. There shall never be a tourney that you cannot conquer as your own. No battle that you cannot bring to your own mercy.” 

[rosylix]

𝐣𝐞𝐦'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 ᡣ𐭩

hello.. today is (drumroll pls) my birthday! (^ー^) in light of that, and in the spirit of the holidays, i wanted to recommend yall some of my fav skz fics! a lot of these are felix bc.... well..... you know me. anyway i'll try to keep this updated 🤍

𝐊𝐄𝐘: ♡ = fluff ☁︎ = angst ʚɞ = suggestive/smut ★ = personal fav

remember to check tags/warnings on fics before reading!

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subtext ★ ♡ �� @forlix

fairy flowers ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

solace ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

wedding cake tasting ♡ ↪ @caseiloveu

seasons ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @moonjxsung

sun ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @subskz

the bodyguard ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

code to your heart ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @jeonginsleftcheek

and they were roommates ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

sweet spot ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @spookwyrdie

untitled ʚɞ ↪ @hyunjilicious

sunlight ʚɞ ↪ @bintificarchived

bad romance ☁︎ ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @straykeedz

we've changed, but our love hasn't ☁︎ ♡

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invisible thread ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

home run ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

competition ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

pieces of you ★ ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

anime afternoon ʚɞ ↪ @moonlightndaydreams

still frames ♡ ↪ @minhosbitterriver

pandora's box ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @soobnny

the innocence is gone ʚɞ ↪ @straykeedz

the accidental acquisition (of sugar) ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

the same but different ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @skzdarlings

the babysitter ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @seospicybin

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

mostly ao3 links.. why arent non reader fics popular on tumblr ❕️❔️ anyway i have wayyyy too many of these so i will just put some of my favs here, and feel free to check my bookmarks for more!

tbh some i havent read in years but i remember they are amazing.

yellow wood misfits ★★ ☁︎

what the hell is your problem, kim seungmin!? ★ ♡ ☁︎ *unfinished/abandoned* :(

hero's soup is just plain water ★ ♡ ☁︎

time ★ ☁︎

the bifurcated path ☁︎ ʚɞ

heads or tails ♡ ʚɞ ☁︎

make it easy ★ ♡ ʚɞ

mfa ♡ ʚɞ

the book of us: electricity ★ ♡ ☁︎

87 to 65 ♡ ʚɞ

best friends do it better ★ ʚɞ

don't leave me tongue-tied ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

cracks ☁︎

won't you be my kissaroo? ♡

broken compass, young wings ♡ ☁︎

dancer ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ

the sweetness behind the dizziness is like a sweet dream ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

hand over hand ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

all in (to you) ♡ ʚɞ

falling: a photo essay by lee felix ♡

hands-on learning ★ ♡ ʚɞ

fool me once (kiss me twice) ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

omg ok theres def still sm more but i'll stop for now (--)//~

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[ohnopeh]

i love the idea that ian finally understands he had been making mickey believe he wasn't loved enough for not singing the paper.

he goes to mickey showing a ring and mickey is hopeful but also wary of what is happening, then ian says it

i love ian, but darling, you can be a bit dumb (its okay you are learning)

what could have mickey possibly thought? that ian will marry him cause gallagher keep their promises? that's all to it? is it not because he supposedly loves him and genuinely wants that?

the look on mickey's face as he realises what ian said makes me think that it was the moment mickey fears were ''confirmed''. ian didn't love him enough, of course he wouldn't, why would he? ian bought the promise ring, yes, but he still wouldn't wear it but hang it on his neck where he can hide it, is mickey not it? and then mickey says it

he realises mickey had been thinking ian didn’t love him and that’s it, he tried many times. by coming out, being there during the whole diagnosis, being broken up with but still thinking of him and hoping to be together, thinking he will be with him in mexico and then getting himself back to prison so that he can be with him, support him through all that. but that was it. he didn't have it in him to fight for them anymore, he had the rights to finally put himself first and say ''that's enough''. ‘you don’t love me enough now, and that’s fine, it’s cool.’

but ian fucked up. he now knows that mickey believed he wasn't enough, he wasn't the right one for ian.

it didn't even cross his mind that it could have been a possibility, cause since the diagnosis, ian had been so sure that he wasn't worth of mickey and the pain that comes by being around him, loving him.

so ian thinks : how can you ever be so sure you love me? how can you even possibly be in love with me when i have such disorder that won't make it easy for you? what do you even see in me to think i'm worth all of that?

the only explaination ian can think of for someone like mickey to fight so hard for their relationship to work is that : he's either crazy or he never experienced any other type of relationship before.

cause ian has, ian has dated other people after mickey and none of them loved him. one cheated on him, gaslighting him that it was okay cause it was a chick and not a guy. the other made it a challange for ian to be attracted to him, didn't respect ian when it came to his trauma regarding monica, didn't really care about ian being off his meds, being more concerned that his mania was making him the star of the news and not what trevor really wanted. mickey had never done that, mickey had always been there for ian and he knows that— he knows that mickey is the one he loves and the one that will do anything for him. he broke up with him because he loved mickey too much and wanted him to be free.

being with those people made it impossible for ian to even pretend that mickey wasn't the one he loved and that loved him back.

but mickey? he never had a relationship other than the one with ian, so how could he know that ian is the one if he never dated anyone else? someone ‘normal’, someone that wouldn’t make him worry and watch for his mood swings?

ian is telling mickey that he has a choice to do better— he’s telling him that out there, there’s someone that won’t hurt him, that won’t make mickey think they’re not in love enough to take the big step with him. cause ian knows mickey is everything— but how could mickey know that ian is that for him too?

i love how mickey’s expression changes as ian speaks. it's the moment it hits him that ian loves mickey enough, he loves him too much so that he questions himself just as much, deciding for both of them (once again) what mickey needs and who he shouldn't be with.

and i love that mickey finally understands everything, he understands why ian broke up with him in s5 and tried to move on and pretend mickey wasn’t what he wanted. mickey's first reaction is just to shake his head and say ''jesus christ, ian.''

and ian looks so confused, he might be thinking : what did i say wrong? i know i am right, you know that this is true. i'm a problem, i'm not worth it, can't you see? but that's mickey’s limit, it was ian’s moment to work on his not worthy of your love shit and realise that it’s all bullshit cause mickey is all in for them. he always has been no matter what.

and mickey knows so well that he can't do anything else to prove it to ian. he straight up tells him the answer to lip's ''figure out why you don't wanna marry him.'' 'cause he doesn't believe he's worth it. but mickey has proved him enough, mickey has told him what's ian true fear is and its not mickey's love for him that will fix it. it was ian's job to work through with it (and he did!! of course he did) back when this episode came out, i was so angry and frustrated about it, i guess growing up makes you see things differently uh?

[peachdues]

mayhaps…a small netherwood taste…

*sigh* I GUESS /lh

Sanemi turned your palm over in his hand, his eyes widening at the fresh puncture marks dotting your skin.

“What have you done?” His fingers hovered over the wounds, some shallow, some more than so.

—-

You did not have to look at Sanemi to know how his face drained of color; how the vein in his temple pulsed. His strain was evident enough when he spoke again, flat and hard. “And you did not tell me.”

You pulled your hands back into your lap.

“No. No, I didn’t.”

Sanemi’s palm slammed on the table before curling into a fist, but you did not flinch. You only stared as it rocked beneath the force of his frustration, each creak splintering the chasm that had been steadily opening wide between you since the moment you opened your eyes.

You wondered that were you to look down, if you would not see the ground beneath you beginning to crumble; if you would not soon fall.

no context for you only pain

[luckyfox3000]

DC X DP PROMT #3

Another idea! Imma be honest, this one came in my dreams when I fell asleep in my car.

Alright, so, idea.

Imagine.

Danny Fenton goes to Gotham for a visit, and let's just say hes an animal magnet of sorts. He's minding his own business when, let's say, hes attacked or something.

And so after he deals with the problem he feels a presence, and its Damian in school uniform. And I dunno how you'd like to play it, but what kind happened in my dream was the Damian claimed Danny.

And just. Wouldn't let him go. Sort of kidnapped him too.

Danny just wants to know why the eccentric billionaires son has kidnapped him. And what is with his luck with rich people?

Feel free to use or add on!

[room-surprise]

PSA: Mickbell and Kuro do NOT run a noodle shop in the post-canon. They run a general store.

So, there's a popular misconception that in the post-canon, Mickbell and Kuro, two minor characters from Kabru's party, open a noodle shop. My friend Fumi drew my attention to this last night, as I'd just sort of forgotten about it.

This is not actually true. What their bios in the updated World Guide say is that they run a general store together, with no mention of noodles whatsoever. I checked this using machine translation, and got a Japanese speaker to confirm that it was correct.

With that in mind, I'm also pretty sure Mithrun's updated World Guide bio also doesn't mention anything about him being an ambassador or making noodles or running a shop. I'll make another post about that once I've confirmed it to my satisfaction.

Images and translation info behind the cut.

The last sentence of Mickbell's bio says: 現在はクロとともに、な んでも屋を営んでいる。

This translates to: He currently runs a general store together with Kuro.

The last sentence of Kuro's bio says: 現在もミックベルにこき使われつつ、いっしょにな んでも屋を営む。

This translates to: He is still exploited by Mickbell, and the two run a general store together.

Both of these sentences use the characters なんでも屋, which means anything/variety/general store.

A general store is a rural or small-town store (sometimes called a general merchandise store, general dealer, village shop, or country store) that carries a general line of merchandise. It carries a broad selection of merchandise, sometimes in a small space, where people from the town and surrounding rural areas come to purchase all their general goods.

It differs from a convenience store or corner shop in that it will be the main shop for the community rather than a convenient supplement.

In English, this implies that their shop isn't in the heart of the city, though being rural may not be the most important defining factor that makes a "general store" in contemporary Japanese speech, where very few places are truly remote and rural.

[inlovewithmyhyperfixations]

(otb spoilers)

GUYS THEY BROKE UP FOR REAL

I CAN"T DEAL WITH THIS LIKE WHAT

AND THE WAY REGULUS MASKS IT AND SAYS HE DOESN'T FEEL BAD

SCREAMING

IM NOT OK RN

(@noblehouseofgay)

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Hey, I’m sorry if it seems like I’m spamming you, I know I comment on a lot of your stuff. I just really like your art, and I got super fucking excited when you actually knew who ursa wren was from Star Wars and you’re one of the few blogs on here that does stuff for nana shimura and Gran Torino and all might when he was younger and slightly less traumatized

Ok bye

thanks!! i've been stuck with them for close to five years now and i don't think they'll be leaving my head anytime soon, even with the manga coming to an end...

[howyouloveyourdragon]

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[corishadowfang]

GIVE BRAIN A HORSE-- (I'm joining the horseposting, haha.)

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            “…Master Brain.  What is that?”

            Brain, for his part, didn’t seem particularly concerned with the situation.  He wasn’t even looking at Sigurd, calmly petting the—the creature he’d apparently decided to lead into Headquarters.  “A horse.”

            “…Right.  I…suppose I can see that.”  Sigurd had the vague urge to rub his temples.  Or shake Brain, maybe—but then, he supposed he probably wasn’t supposed to do that to a Union Leader, so vaguely-strained questioning would have to do.  “And…why is it here?”

            “Followed me.”

            “From where?”

            Brain finally looked at him and grinned, smile just a little too sharp for his liking.  “Don’t worry about it.”

            …He was going to have to file an incident report later, wasn’t he.

            “Master Brain,” Sigurd said, trying very, very hard to keep his voice level and failing, “you didn’t…steal this, did you?”

            “Not as far as you’re aware.  Her name’s Lux, by the way.”

            “Master Brain—”

            “She belonged to Romulus and I owed Remus a favor.”  Brain shrugged, like that was a normal thing to do, but Sigurd guessed he didn’t really know what the Union Leaders had done on their off-time.  (It was such a strange image that it threw him for a moment.  The Union Leaders, engaging in petty theft and pranks?  It didn’t fit the image that had been built up in the stories.)

            “What would Master Ephemer think,” Sigurd started, trying to get his train of thought back on track, “if he found out you’d stolen someone’s—”

            “He’d help, probably.”  Brain tilted his head, looking thoughtful.  “Maybe not successfully.”  Gently, he tugged on the horse’s halter, and it took Sigurd a moment to realize he was bringing her closer, wait no he didn’t know how to act around horses—  “She’s not going to hurt you,” Brain said, face crinkling in amusement that seemed sincere rather than the strained sort of thing Sigurd usually saw.  “Look, just pet her.  She’s pretty gentle.”

            The horse nosed his shoulder with a quiet snort, and Sigurd side-stepped a little, hands pulled in.  It made her nervous, apparently, because she pulled her head back quickly, ears flicking and hooves tapping an unsteady sort of beat.  Brain shushed her, and she calmed quickly, but Sigurd stared at her with trepidation.

            …Of all the things the Union Leader had done, this was probably one of the strangest.  He’d ditched meetings, harassed the Founders, and generally tried to stick his nose in places he probably shouldn’t, but those all felt some degree of normal.  Frustrating, but Sigurd knew how to deal with that.  He wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with a horse.

            But he looks happy, something in the back of his mind whispered, and—so he did.  Brain wasn’t watching him; his expression had gone soft, hand carefully stroking the horse’s muzzle.  He looked more relaxed than Sigurd had ever seen him.

            He could feel something in him crumbling, and he knew he was going to regret this later, but he sighed, his whole body sinking with the sound.  “Well,” he said, resigned, “do we need to find somewhere to hide her?”

            Brain glanced at him, head cocked and eyes narrowed.

            “…We’re just taking her to the meeting, aren’t we.”

            (It was almost worth the odd stares and whispers throughout the meeting to watch Brain introduce the horse to his new-found friends later.  Almost.

            The fact that Brain apparently didn’t know how to ride the horse, however, felt a little more vindicating.)

[prismaticpichu]

Hope y’all are having a good one! <33

Heart & soul went into this one ❤️❤️❤️

~

Battle Scars - PrismaticPichu - Compilation of Final Fantasy VII

Summary: Why was he still alive? Why didn’t he rot with them?

Why… why was he spared?

***Plz read the warnings with care! This fic delves into themes related to depression, survivor guilt, and suicidal ideation.***

[rockaberryx]

Ok usually I don’t say anything about vivziepop’s tweets on anywhere because I don’t think that I absolutely need to comment on them but oh boy I definitely need to now because this shit absolutely infuriates me.

First off no it is not that we’re homophobic that we think that the current state of helluva’s writing is like a bad fanfic. From what I know a majority of people who are frustrated with the show’s writing are queer themselves. And the fact that the main romance is now derailing the focus of the show towards it and its written so horribly.

Secondly, I can guarantee to vivzie that there is way more queer media (plus fanfics) out there that is just way better written than hb and that’s a fact. (Also blitz and stolas isn’t the most amazing queer representation that vivzie thinks it is. Same with angel from hazbin as well)

And thirdly, vivzie is 30+ years old. And she’s pulling the “if you don’t like it then you’re homophobic” excuse. IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023 😀.

This basically shows to me that vivzie cannot handle fair and constructive criticism at all so she is just gonna let the show’s quality continue it’s downwards spiral and end in such a disastrous way that would make star vs’s ending look like the ending to gravity falls in comparison.

I HATE IT HERE

[greaseonmymouth]

the number of Americans who think they can just move to somewhere else - my social media feeds everywhere (except tumblr, but I’ve seen it here too) is flooded with Americans asking whether they qualify as citizens bc their great great grandpa was from [insert European country] or which area in Scotland has best weather or which southern European country has cheapest rent or how to get a marriage visa to a Nordic country

my dudes. you can’t. there’s no “I’ll just move elsewhere” about this. Europe generally speaking is hostile to immigrants even from within Europe. unfortunately for you, you will have to stay and keep voting and keep working to make your country a better place. I’m sorry it’s hard. it is what it is.

[saphstories]

@maddiebwrites 😗🎵🎵 😁😁😁👀👀👀👀

[kamy2425]

(Discworld Fanfic) The Meaning of Death-Chapter 13, "A Rincewind Piece"

(AKA The Chapter Where Rincewind Meets Two-Flower again) Rincewind woke to the most comfiest bed cell he’s ever known. Well, of course he was bound to end up in a jail cell once in every adventure, right? It’s practically a Rincewind tradition! Why, the last time he was in the Agatean Empire, he pretty much was in jail!

Rincewind swung his legs over the side of the bed, already anticipating his feet to meet the chill of hard stone beneath him. He was surprised to see his reflection instead. Marble flooring. Well…this is a very nice cell indeed! And yet- he has never been in a cell with a large balcony view before.

A polite knock was heard from the door- The door?

Rincewind flinched and hid himself inside the plush and luxurious covers. He found himself surprisingly looking for Death. But as he could not find him, Rincewind couldn’t help but feel saddened with the lack of skulls in the room. 

Another polite knock was heard again, this time a bit louder.

“C-coming! I-I guess!” The wizard called out. 

Rincewind also realized that his clothing had been swapped for some silk pajamas. And right next to him, sat the comfiest and cutest fuzzy slippers to wear. His captives were even generous enough to leave his wizard hat on the desk lamp!

A mix of loudness and politeness pounded the door. 

Rincewind, with the pink slippers and his silk robe, dashed towards the door handle. And just as he was about to open it up, his visitor flung the door and hit the wizard’s forehead.

“Oh, Rincewind!” Exclaimed the visitor, “I’m so sorry!”

Rincewind closed his eyes as he withered in pain. Invisible my ass! Rincewind thought, Maybe bad luck is really just part of me!

The figure layed a gentle hand on Rincewind, who was crouching on the floor. The voice asked, “Are you alright, friend?”

As the pain subsided, Rincewind had his eyes wide open, and felt like his chest had been struck by something unseen.

“Two-Flower?!” He managed to yell.

Rincewind’s visitor chuckled in delight. The wizard was already fighting a war of questions inside his own head. His response ended up being a combination of, “How…why are ya- When did…um…hi.”

He extended a hand towards Two-Flower as the other raised an eyebrow and stared at the hand. 

“Ah-ha!” He beamed.

Two-Flower reached into his pocket and pressed a gold coin into Rincewind’s hand.

“What, no!” Rincewind sputtered, thrusting the coin back.

“Sorry,” Two-flower giggled, “Force of habit.”

Oh, how much he missed him.

“I like the new look, Rincewind!” Two-Flower exclaimed as he studied him from head to toe, “I thought the length of wizard beards was a show of status or something.”

“Wizard hair is a potent ingredient in potions and enchantments, you see.” Rincewind immediately slapped his own mouth. Here he was, automatically lying just to make a good impression to his ex-tourist friend. Even though he wasn’t here for praise nor money, some habits of his stayed dormant. But by the Gods …seeing that gleam of curiosity magnified by those big round glasses of his, has always taken claim to Rincewind’s worst nature.

“This is a really great guest room, I should say!” Rincewind blurted, attempting to change the subject, “Very um…spacious and luxurious too!”

“It’s one of mine, actually.” Two-flower responded bashfully, “There’s other rooms, but this one has a really great view of the city!”

“Watch out,” Rincewind chuckled, “With a room this big, people might confuse you for the emperor!”

Dead silence. Two-flower looked around and coughed awkwardly, “Well, actually-”

“No.” Rincewind’s eyes expanded in shock, “But-But you’re not even wearing a crown!”

Two-flower opened up his sleeves as he presented something on his palm, “It is a really cute hat, Rincewind! It’s a little on the small size but-”

“That’s the crown?” The wizard asked, “But it’s not made of gold!”

“Why should it be gold?” Two-Flower tilted his head, “Won’t it get awfully heavy wearing it all day?”

“Well-yeah, but…nevermind.” Rincewind dismissed it with his hands, “I forgot where I was.”

Two-Flower smiled and looked down at his Emperor crown and lifted it up. Rincewind flinched at it. Two-Flower took it down, and Rincewind’s shoulder relaxed again. Took it up, and Rincewind flinched a second time. 

It’s not going to explode, Rincewind,” Twoflower assured him, watching as Rincewind’s expression wobbled between delight and dread, like a deer caught in a high-stakes game of hopscotch.

The emperor, now adored with his hat of authority, extended his arms widely.

“Aw, come on.” Two-Flower smiled, “Give me one big hug, dear friend!”

“Two-Flower, you know I’m not a hug perso-AH!” Rincewind was met with a strong embrace, feet dangling in the air. His mind went to overdrive as he was beginning to feel multiple reactions. First he was afraid, then a small amount of happiness managed to squeeze out a little bit before dreadness and panic took over. Only, his body made no move to squirm, which left Rincewind deeply disturbed.

“Oh!” Two-Flower released the wizard as he walked over the curtains that hid the window, “There’s something you got to see!”

“I-I think I had enough excitement for today, Two-Flower.” Said the wizard weakly.

“Alright, I understand.” responded Two-Flower as he swayed his body left and right. 

The wizard groaned as he saw his friend obviously feeling disappointed and doing a terrible job at hiding it. So Rincewind admitted defeat and walked up next to Two-Flower, “Fine.”

Two-flower squealed in delight as he dramatically grabbed the curtains and waited a few seconds before revealing its content. The light of the city blasted across the room as Rincewind shielded his eyes. 

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

Rincewind rubbed his eyes as he finally settled his view and was in shock. “No…”

The statue he saw at the plaza stood in the center of the balcony’s view in plain sight. He could now see it clearly with all the detail. There, in gold, stood a brave and noble wizard as he was ready to shoot a spell onwards onto the sky. And what was worse, it wore a hat, with the name WIZZARD on top of it.

“Well?” Asked the Emperor in anticipation.

“I…” Rincewind muttered, “I can’t have a statue!”

Rincewind yanked the curtains and hid the room in darkness again. He stomped towards the door.

“Why not?” Two-Flower asked, blocking the exit.

“Cause only HEROES get statues THAT BIG!” Rincewind cried as he added, “AND ON THE CITY!”

“But you are!” Two-Flower replied, “You’re the Great Wizzard, remember?”

Two-flower smiled in sweet nostalgia. Which wasn’t the same for Rincewind, “Two-Flower.”

The other looked back and noticed that Rincewind had stopped shaking and was now firmly standing on the ground, staring where the curtains laid, “You know I’m not that great of a wizard.”

Two-Flower composed his own excitement and met the wizard with the same level of tone, “You’re a kind of wizard, Rincewind.” He said quietly and the gentlest he could get, “ You’re my best friend.”

“I…” Rincewind hesitated and avoided to meet his eyes. His feet weren't shaking, and that troubled him deeply. He was ready to run. And yet, his body didn’t comply, “I need to lie down now.”

“Sure, no problem buddy.” Assured Two-Flower, “I’ll have someone send you something to eat.”

Two-Flower leaned at the half-opened door, “Any request?”

The wizard thought for a second and just shrugged, “Surprise me.”

“I think I already did!” cheered Two-flower as he closed the door behind him.

The wizard couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, as he slumped his body down on the feathered mattress. He took a big breath as he stared at the small light gap coming from the curtains.

“What am I doing?” The wizard muttered.

Gods how long has this been? That positiveness is just so bright. Rincewind hid within the silk sheets and buried himself. A disaster is bound to happen. I’ve never had this much attention and praise in one day. A statue? Really? The guys in the University would have a laugh! Yes, they do have statues of wizards in the University. But that’s because a Wizard statue is made on wizard grounds only. When a statue is made by the city, well…it becomes the symbol of the city. That wizard is not seen as a wizard any more.

All these adventures, all these surviving and stuff…it really just seemed that Rincewind got into a hero-shaped box, only problem is he is a Rincewind piece. Which could actually explain his whole life, surprisingly. 

He sat up and looked around, searching for a distraction. Above his bed hung a large portrait of Cohen the Barbarian, looming heroically in the otherwise still room. Not much has been said about Cohen’s last appearance. But, Rincewind was there, wasn’t he?And still, he couldn’t decide if Cohen was dead or just rode off into space for more adventures. 

He was there…right? 

Well, one thing was sure for Rincewind-he better not drag Twoflower with him. For how much the guy would enjoy another 6 month adventure, Rincewind didn’t have the heart for it. An emperor. That guy. 

Rincewind let out a heavy sigh. His days had always been full of surprises, but this particular adventure had officially claimed first place. As he lay there, he watched a narrow beam of sunlight slip through the gap in the curtains, casting a warm line across the room. Outside, he could hear the faint, joyous sounds of the city.

The second biggest surprise of all, though, was that a little voice inside him whispered five simple, magical words:

Let’s stay for a while.

And for once in his life, the wizard…

…agreed.

[theideasofarchimedes]

okay btw

In Between

🟨 Violent But Only At Necessary Levels

🟧 Violent At Unneeded Levels

my depiction of the cyclone incident

The cart clattered against the tracks as it reached the crest of the rollercoaster. Penny looked around and tried her best to evaluate the situation. Right next to her was Ricky Potts, her on and off boyfriend. Ricky was only in the choir because Ocean, his third cousin twice removed, forced him into it.

In front of her was Mischa Bachinski, a foster kid from Ukraine. Out of all of them, Mischa was the only one qualified to be apart of the choir. Next to him, Noel Gruber, the schools token gay kid. Noel was conniving but he was also kind and stood up for whoever ocean spoke to.

In the front seats were Constance Blackwood, a caring alto, and her terrible, horrible, no good best friend Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, who also happened to be a peace activist…

“Hey wait a minute what’s up with the track?” Mischa uttered and Penny’s attention snapped back to the moment at hand. She looked straight at the loop-de-loop, and part of the apex was torn and broken off.

“HEY! HEY GET US OFF!” Ocean screamed down to the operator who was slouched against the panel, a beer bottle in his hand, and drool dripping from his face.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die.” Noel said trying to wrestle the buckle off of him.

“Don’t say that- the cart hasn’t moved in a bit.” Constance tried to assure everyone. Suddenly Noel got the buckle to come off.

Penny looked at Ricky who had his eyes covered with his hands. Penny was freaking out, sweating not even bullets but shotgun shells. She looked at the setting sun, it was only around 6 for christ’s sake. She looked back down at the carnie working the panel, who pressed a large blue button and suddenly the cart flew down the hill.

It was a cacophony of screams. As the cart climbed up the loop-de loop Noel and Mischa flew out the middle row and to the bottom of the loop. Noel fell onto his back, with minor injuries. Mischa flew down on top of him crushing the rickety track below causing the two to plummet down to steel beams and the ground. Noel died immediately after his skull was crushed by Mischa’s elbow.

The cart reached the top of the loop and so much happened at once. Everyone flew out except Ocean. Constance flew out to the part of the coaster they were just on and banged her head. She fell down against track and as she tumbled down to the trough it faded quick to black.

Mischa slammed against each support beam, and his broken fingers flailed wildly trying to grab for something but he soon found the cold embrace of the ground felt way more comforting.

Ricky slammed against the track. He felt he couldn’t hold on and fell into the air. He felt the wind against his skin as he was carried off away from the cyclone, even spotting that creepy coin operated fortune teller. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He could hear a loud crunch as he hit the shooting range in the middle of the fair. A few bullets hit him, but it wasn’t what killed him.

Ocean screamed, she screamed, and screamed, but no one heard. The cart was flying rapidly towards a bunch of trees. She screamed to herself a strange collection of sorry words. A loud bang and deafening silence told her she had hit a tree, but a cold nothingness told her she was gone.

Penny flew through the air, almost gracefully. She waved her arms around, not screaming, but accepting it. She was sailing through space, and for years it felt like she’d been spinning round. She looked down and saw where the missing part of the track had went. It was sitting somewhere near the finale of the ride, and it had clearly been taken off to be fixed. As she hurtled towards it her neck hit the side and it went clean off. Her head flew into the trees, her body down a few yards away from Mischa’s.