#so it had to happen folks

[helleboretks]

Relax, You Two

This is a Ler!Riza, Lee!Edward and Lee!Ling tickle fic, with a little bit of Lers!Mustang and Hughes!! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

This is also Post-Promised Day, with the good ol’ Alive!Hughes au!

Summary: Riza easily notices how the two boys are still paranoid after it all. In her opinion, they need a day off.

The Hawk’s Eye catches all in her gaze.

A slight of hand, a petty crime preparation, the key to taking down drug rings. No matter how big or how small it may be, she sees it. She can stare at it as if it were clear as day. Nothing slips past her gaze, and everyone knows it.

So how could these two boys ever think their paranoia would go unnoticed?

Riza sees the way Edward throws himself into more research, almost in hysteria if he doesn't. She sees the way Ling gets jumpy near a window, or a door, or any dark place just big enough to hide a human.

Riza sees the way Edward stares off as Alphonse rests in the hospital, mere weeks after the Promised Day. The way his hand is placed on his brother’s chest, as if he can’t believe there is a beating heart just below the surface of pale skin, as if it will be ripped away from him if he wasn’t there to protect his little brother.

And Riza sees the way Ling’s body is constantly tense, fingers itching for something to curl around–something sharp to defend himself with– and how his head swivels about, scanning every inch and every crevice of every room he’s in.

Paranoia can do a lot to kids so thoroughly traumatized. She knows the feeling.

It does not mean she will let this slide.

So she took them for a day out with her.

.

.

.

It didn't really work.

She had tried to take them to a clothing store, and as a result she had to compensate for thoroughly checking every rack they went to in order to quell Ling's whining. He wouldn't dare come so close to them until she did.

She tried a jewelry store next, and all Edward would talk about was 'Alphonse would like this' or 'Alphonse would like that'. Which wasn't bad at all, mind you. She thought it was rather sweet, actually.

But 'I hope Al is okay' and 'Those doctors better treat him well' or 'I really need to check on Al so I should go' weren't exactly good examples of relaxing.

She took them to as many places as she could within four whole hours, and nothing seemed to bring their guard down all that much, save for a few seconds of vulnerability at least twice or thrice.

It's a concerning situation for them to be in.

And she can't let this slide.

So she vowed to do something as soon as possible.

That comes into play when they find themselves in Mustang’s office.

It doesn’t take very long for the boys to start up their bantering by Edward’s desk, going back and forth about some topic she couldn’t distinguish (or maybe they were flying through a whole plethora of topics at once, she wouldn’t be surprised if they were capable of that).

For once, she allows herself to do some minor paperwork from the comfort of the couch, seeing as there isn’t much to do today anyways. She had deliberately cleared her schedule of anything major today just to spend some time with the boys, after all.

She doesn’t really try to involve herself in whatever it is they are arguing over, at the moment, but the argument seems to find its way to her anyways.

“Lieutenant!” Edward whines aloud as he flops against the cushions to Riza’s left. She turns to him as Ling huffs with crossed arms, but he clearly seems to be holding in his amusement of the situation.

“Yes, Edward?” It’s not often she gets to hear this whiny tone from him, given he isn’t much of a person to complain–around her at least, she doesn’t feel very sorry for the others–, so she decides to provide them both with her attention.

“There’s this damn Xingese phrase that Ling keeps saying and he won’t tell me what it fucking means!-” “Well I think I’d like to keep my things to myself, Ed!” She blinks slowly as they start their back and forth again almost immediately.

“If you wanna keep it to your damn self, don’t say anything!”

“Well I’m not gonna tell a lie, am I? Nǐ kànshàngqù hěnpiàoliang!!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT FUCKING MEANS!? I DON’T SPEAK BROKE ALIEN-”

Ling lets out a wheeze at that, laughing out ‘Broke Alien!?’ as he clutches his sides. Riza lets out a soft sigh as Edward grumbles and complains. They seem so carefree here. At first glance, anyone would assume so. Just two kids bickering and going at it over a silly phrase in Xingese.

But Edward’s shoulders are tense, and Ling falls into a seat on the other side of Riza, posture defensive, ready to fight back. His arms are the most mobile part of his body as they bickered; crossing, flailing, gesturing, expressing. They never stop, and they always stray too close to his pockets.

Edward’s bouncing flesh leg says a lot as it is, but the way he’s hunching so much seems to seal the deal.

It most certainly does for Riza.

She sighs, tossing the pen onto the table before her as she lets the papers fall onto that table with it. “That’s quite enough boys.” She spoke up.

Before either of them have time to properly react, she gently presses their heads against her lap, shutting up the duo immediately; Edward’s silence spoke volumes of realization, whilst Ling’s…she isn’t quite sure what he might have been thinking.

She’s done this to Edward a few times in the past years, but it has been a while she must admit. Perhaps she’s gotten rusty? Only one way to truly find out.

“Lieutenant, please.” Edward muttered as Ling absentmindedly turned on his back, spacing off. Edward’s face steadily grew rosey as she did not, in fact, let them up.

“I’ve been trying to help you two relax all day. Although, I suppose it would have been futile no matter what I tried. Or so I had thought.” Riza casually spoke as Edward tensed up, throwing his arms around his torso and ducking his face into his chest. He knows better than to try and escape anyways, the first few times he did were always a hellish reminder, she knew that well. The only thing he can really do is feebly try and protect himself, whilst his partner stays entirely oblivious.

“Huh?” Ling eventually hums, confused with a tilted head. Riza smiles down gently at him, disarmingly. He smiles right back at her, eyes closed with a grin of cheeky cuteness. Innocent and harmless.

Until she digs her nails into Ling’s side.

The yelp that greets them is high and startled, and Edward flusteredly flinches as Ling begins to giggle feverishly, squirming away from her touch. “H-Hehehehehey!! What gihihihives!?” He cries out, rolling this way and that under her arm.

“It’s simply a last resort. Perhaps I should have started with this first?” Riza contemplates to herself, seeking out anything that will get her a laugh out of the soon-to-be-Xing-emperor. He squeals at a pinch to the ribs, so Riza takes advantage of that, scribbling all along his ribs-wherever she can reach. Which is pretty much everywhere, he doesn’t seem to know how to protect himself.

Meanwhile, she smiles down at the flustered blond to her left, the anticipation alone having him flinch every time her fingers so much as twitch. “You seem awfully nervous, Edward. Is something wrong?” She asks, putting on yet another innocent facade.

“Nohoho…!” Edward practically whines, turning his head all the way away from her and giggling when Ling jerked and pressed the top of his own head against Ed’s. He gasps when her finger traces down his side, and almost instinctively snatches and holds it up.

Ah yes, as if that will save him from the inevitable.

For now, she concentrates on Ling.

“You don’t seem to be trying to protect yourself, Ling. I wonder why that is?” Ling squeaks as her hand travels to his neck, and his legs kick out like an excited little puppy as she flutters her fingertips at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He really seems to be enjoying this, isn’t he?

“That tihihickles! Pleehehehehease, oh myhihihi god!” Ling begs, his fists shaking as if he doesn’t know whether or not to grab her hand away. Her heart practically swells at such a cute display, she can’t help but tease her fingers right under his chin.

At that, Ling jerks harshly and his eyes shoot wide open as a loud squeal rips out of him. “TICKLEEES!! NAHAHAHAHA!!!” He shrieks, startling both blondes as he loudly laughs and shakes his head, raven hair flying wildly. She almost couldn’t keep her fingers on his chin from all his squirming.

“A sensitive chin? Now that’s new.” Riza observes, quelling the urge to smirk at the way Edward rolls half-way onto his stomach, ears pink and flustered. He even lets go of her hand, which she doesn’t waste hovering it right over his spine. He’s probably had enough of waiting, anyways.

“Are you ready for your turn, Edward?” Her nonchalant question makes the boy flinch, and he shakes his head rapidly with giggles already spilling out. “Why are you laughing already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Be-becahause Ling’s laughihing!” Edward complains. “IHIHIH’M SAHAHARRY!! IT TIHIHICKLES-IT-IT-IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAP!!!” Ling sputters and wheezes out between his laughter. “Edward, how could you laugh at your friend like that?”

Edward stutters for an answer, but the moment he opens his mouth all that comes out is a loud, high-pitched yelp as Riza drags all five fingers down the length of his spine, causing him to arch away.

He exploded with laughter, maybe even louder than Ling’s as she massages her knuckles into the center of his shoulder blades, a loud resounding snort escaping along with it. That only causes Ling to laugh harder, scrunching up his neck.

So she tries the next best thing and goes for his belly.

He immediately melts at the affectionate tickling.

He finally goes for some form of defense, balling up fetally to try and protect his poor belly, but Riza’s hand was already there and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Oh wow, I’m surprised that you’re both so ticklish.” Riza happily comments to the two snorting, giggling, cackling boys, heads in her lap with varying degrees of blush on their faces. Carefree, just like she’d been going for all day.

No tension in the shoulders, no discreet defensive stance, no underlying tension like only minutes before.

It was just them, giggling and cackling away like nobody’s business.

“HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!!” Edward cried out, causing the smile Riza sports to stretch further. “I CAHAHAN’T!!! I CAN’T-PLEHEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHAH-” The poor thing snorts gain when she switches to his side.

Ling tries with all his might to latch onto something-anything to ground himself, eventually finding Edward’s arm and holding on for dear life as he giggled himself silly. However, Riza decides to take advantage of this, and the Xingese soon-to-be-emperor squeals and tries to defend himself when she starts drilling right under his arm.

This, as luck would have it, clearly didn’t weaken his grip on Ed’s arm, only causing him to fling it up and out of the way and only making Edward even more accessible to her.

This was almost too easy.

Edward screams out the moment Riza targets his armpit, his thrashing increasing tenfold as his legs begin to kick and kick endlessly. She had to switch to the other one just so he wouldn’t throw himself off the couch.

“LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!!! LIHIHIHIHING!! LETGOLETGOLETGOLETGO-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Pleading got him nowhere, his free arm flailing wildly and frantically colliding with Ling’s shoulder as the two poor teens seemed to only make it worse for each other. It was beyond hilarious to witness.

“STAHAHAHAP, I BEHEHEHEG I BEG-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” Ling failed miserably to keep himself together, arching his back away as if that would ever help him escape. She didn’t even have to tease either of them like Colonel or-God forbid-Havoc would have certainly done; her staying silent through this ordeal only seemed to make them beg more.

Edward yelps out curse after curse, with Ling squealing and pleading desperately by his side as she gives them no mercy. And honestly, she would have given them this kind of treatment for an extra twenty minutes or so.

If it weren’t for Edward accidentally grabbing and clawing at Ling’s shoulder blade, that is.

“HOLY-FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!”

Riza and Edward both jolted at the curse that split the air in two, and the former was so surprised that she immediately let up in her assault, causing the two teens to fall right off the couch in a mess.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuhuhuhuck!!” Ling desperately pawed at his shoulder blade, trying to vanquish the tingly sensation as Edward melts into a fit of natural laughter across from him, clutching his stomach.

“Whahahahat the fahahack!? When’d you start cuhuhursing, idiot prince!?” Ling balled in on himself with embarrassment, letting out a high pitched whine that had Edward positively rolling. Riza could do nothing but sigh fondly as Edward’s relentless laughter was teasing enough for the Xingese Prince’s ‘bad manners’.

Well, he kept laughing until the door was pried open, at least.

“Lieutenant Hawkeye! We heard screaming and-”

Everyone in the room paused the moment both Colonel Mustang and Brigadier General Hughes entered the room, an almost awkward kind of silence kicking in.

“...Ah.”

“DON’T YOU ‘AH’ ME, DUMBFUCK!!!” Edward was quick to get defensive, pointing an accusatory finger at the two now smirking men, face redder than the coat he used to wear. Ling lets out an aborted wheeze as the Colonel makes eye contact with Riza.

She can just tell what he’s asking for.

And she, once again, shows no mercy.

“The boys are all yours, Colonel, General.”

It hadn’t even taken five seconds before something crashed in the office, the frightened shriek of the former-Fullmetal Alchemist and the loud ‘HAVE MERCY!!!’ from the Xingese Prince only serving to make her smile more indulgent.

The two men got to work on making the melody of their laughter pound through her very ribs, as Riza herself simply picks up the files and pen she previously abandoned.

She breathes in the positivity like well-made coffee, chuckling to herself as the four, man and boy alike, run and race around the room, the two youngers getting caught and escaping with barely their lives to spare, only to get tackled once again for their sweet, uplifting laughter.

Yes, this was better than their paranoia.

Much, much better.

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[edorazzi]

Page 35 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which the cat's out of the bag, and it might break the two heroes apart! 😰🧨

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[royalarchivist]

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[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[lefthandarm-man]

Bucky Barnes // The Winter Soldier Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

appreciation post for bucky's hair in catws

[anopuff]

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[artfulacrostic]

memes for The Bad Batch, 2x03 "The Solitary Clone"

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[magnusbae]

tfw you've spent years thinking that your padawan's trail of thoughts is the most random thing in the galaxy, spent countless hours in a state of bafflement, did your best to follow every single thread with patient answers and explanations— only to discover that he's just shite at shielding and subconsciously snoops around ¯_(ツ)_/¯

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[im-smart-i-swear]

can you remember being born? were you born at all

[chaosordoffl]

Some Valyrian/Targaryen/Velaryon names. No expertise here, simply following patterns to see what sounds and looks nice + canon sources and Valyrian dictionary plucks. In chrono & thought order.

Canon — Rhaenys, Rhaena, Rhaella, Rhaenyra, Rhaegel, Rhae, Rhaelle, Rhaegar (All Targ)

Derived — Rhaenion, Rhaenelle, Rhaenella, Rhaegor, Rhaegon, Aenyra, Rhaelion, Rhaenyx, Rhaelyx, Rhaenar, Rhaenyar, Rhaenel, Rhaelys, Rhaevel, Rhaevis, Rhaevys, Viserrhae, Rhaenya, Rhaenior, Rhaenor, Rhael, Rhaen, Rhaejel, Rhaeqan, Rhaellor, Rhaemon, Rhaemond, Rhaenyron, Rhaema

Canon — Aenar, Aegon, Aerys, Aelyx, Aerion, Aethan (1 Velaryon), Vaegon, Aenys, Aerea, Naerys, Aegor, Aelor, Aelora (Rest Targ)

Derived — Aegar, Aelon, Aelys, Aelar, Aelara, Aella, Aelinor, Aeral, Aeron, Aelion, Aegys, Aegal, Aelia, Naera, Naeron, Naerion, Naerelle, Naerella, Naerea, Aethal, Aethelle, Aethys, Aethion, Aethar, Aethial, Aenor, Aethor, Aerelle, Gaelyx, Aenyx, Aeryx, Baelyx, Aelial, Aeliar, Aelior, Vaegal, Vaegor, Vaegar, Vaelior, Vaelor, Aerial, Aeriel, Aelan, Aevys, Aevelle, Aevella, Haelyx, Haelian, Aenir, Haethan, Haelan, Haelor, Aekor, Haeral

Canon — Gaemon (T), Daemion (T & V), Daemon (V & T), Aemon (T), Aemma (T [Andal?]), Vaemond (V), Aemond (T), Daeron (V later T)

Derived — Daemyra, Daemys, Daemyn, Daemelle, Daema, Gaemar, Daerelle, Daerion, Aemys, Aemar, Aemor, Aemir, Aemira, Aemara, Aemora, Daemor, Daemora, Vaemon, Gaema, Gaemond, Gaemyn, Gaemion, Aemion, Gaemor, Aemior, Aemyn, Aemin, Aerona, Aemona, Aemia, Aeman, Aemal, Aemelle, Gaemia, Aemol, Aemil, Aemila, Aemilon, Aemilor, Aeminor, Daemyron, Daeminor, Haemon, Naemon, Haemia, Naema, Haemal, Haemar, Naemior, Naemor, Daemian

Canon — Daenys, Daenerys, Daella, Daenaera (1 V), Daena, Daenora (Rest T)

Derived — Daenyra, Daenar, Daenor, Daenelle, Daenal, Daen, Nerys, Naera, Daenir, Daenyx, Daeryx, Daerys, Daera, Daerya, Daenya, Daenyron, Daenorion, Norion, Daenyrion, Daenarion, Daenaeron, Daellar, Daelar, Daelon, Daelor, Daelan, Daelana, Daelanys, Daelenys, Daelyn, Aenaera

Canon — Maegon, Maegor, Maegelle, Maelor, Maekar (All T)

Derived — Maegar, Maela, Maelys, Maegys, Maegera, Maegara, Maegerys, Maegal, Maegyn, Maegan, Maekor, Maekaera, Maegaera, Maegaela, Maekion, Maelyra, Maegyra, Maelara, Maelar

Canon — Elaena (T), Valaena, Laena, Laenor (3 V), Helaena (T)

Derived — Laenys, Laenyra, Laenar, Laenelle, Helaenys, Elaenor, Elaenys, Laenion, Laenir, Laenyx, Elaenar, Laenora, Haena, Vaena, Alaena, Haela, Norys, Alaenys, Vaenys, Galaena

Canon — Visenya, Viserys, Viserra (T)

Derived — Viserya, Visenys, Senys, Saenys, Saenya, Saenar, Saenelle, Saenyelle, Saenyella, Serya, Serra, Serys, Saenir, Saenyx, Saenor, Viselya, Senial, Serial, Saerial, Visellan, Visarys, Visenna, Virenna

Canon — Baelon, Baela, Baelor, Balerion (Blackfyre), Valerion (Rest T)

Derived — Baelys, Baelar, Bael, Baelir, Alerion, Aleria, Aelir, Valeria, Valerys

Canon — Jaehaerys (T), Jacaerys (V), Lucerys (V), Jaehaera (T)

Derived — Lucerra, Lucerion, Jaehaerion, Jaerion, Lucerya, Jacaera, Jaena, Jaenelle, Jaecelle, Jaesir, Jaekar, Jaeron, Jaela, Jaelon, Jaelor, Jaerys, Haerys, Haera, Kael, Kaecion, Kaeciel, Kaecelle, Kaerys, Kaerion, Kaeriel, Lucarys, Jaeca, Nicerys, Nicaerys, Hecaerys, Nicerion, Hicaerys, Niceria, Nicae, Lucarya, Lucaenys, Lucaena, Nocorys

Canon — Lianna, Larissa (V [Andal? First Men?]), Alarra (FM [Massey]), Alyssa (V & T [Andal? FM?]), Alysanne (T)

Derived — Alysor, Lianys, Lianor, Sianna, Amanna, Alanna, Noranna, Narra, Nyssa, Anyssa, Alarya, Asenna, Norissa, Irenna, Orissa, Lysarra, Lisarra, Aranna

Canon — Valarr, Vaella (T)

Derived — Vaelys, Valarys, Alarys, Alarya, Valarya, Valarra, Vaellan

Canon — Gael, Saera, Shaera (T)

Derived — Saerys, Gaelys, Gaelor, Gaelon, Gaelion, Saerion, Shaerys, Shaerial, Shaerelle, Shaelle, Shael, Shaelys, Saevys, Shaerion, Gaela, Shaela, Shaehaera

Canon — Corwyn (V [Andal?]), Corlys (V)

Derived — Corla, Corlia, Corlaenys, Cora, Corys, Corlenys, Corlea, Corlae, Corvan, Corvana, Corvys

Malentine

Rhogar(/Rogar?/Rogare? [FM? HV?])

Monford

Monterys (All V)

Derived — Terys, Teraea, Taeraea, Taerion, Monys, Monerys, Montys, Rhogel, Malentys, Malenta, Monterion, Monterra, Mona, Monae, Monarra, Malentina, Lentys, Lenta, Lenya, Taenys, Taena, Alentys, Malya, Malys, Malea, Malena, Malenna, Malaena, Amalla, Alenna, Marissa, Monassa, Monessa, Monerra, Mosarra, Malarra, Malenys, Amarys, Mantys, Malta, Maltys, Maltine, Maltina, Amalta, Amaltine, Alta, Altys, Altarra, Maltar, Maltarys, Marion, Maltior, Malerion, Mornys, Mortys, Morton, Omorr, Omon, Malenion, Malenior, Almys, Monissa, Montissa, Montessa, Omona, Omorra, Maltion, Malton, Almont, Almae, Maltorra, Torys, Garys, Garla, Galtys, Torrine, Tarine, Maltarine, Maltarra, Almerra, Almarra, Almorra, Alterra, Lamina, Monta, Monte, Montae, Taera, Taerine, Taerin, Taerys, Manta, Almina, Almine, Rhonal, Rhonior, Rhomys, Almar, Malar, Malarr, Malarys, Almarys, Maline, Rhomalt, Rhomion, Rhomior, Rhomia, Rhoma, Rhoton, Rhomine, Rhomal, Rhogal, Rhomina, Rhomon, Rhomar, Rhomorr, Almassa, Rhomys, Rhomyn, Torial, Malial, Rhovys, Rhowyn, Matarra, Atarra, Rhomond, Rhomorra, Tormon

Matarys (T)

Derived — Matarya, Matara, Matys, Tarys, Tarya, Atara, Atarys, Tarial, Tarhael, Matarr

Canon — Orys, Borys, Orryn (Baratheon)

Derived — Orial, Ora, Orya, Orra, Borya, Boria, Boryl, Orelle, Orianne, Orael, Orrael, Orhael, Borion, Orion, Bora, Orian, Oryal, Oryas, Orias, Orios, Oryos, Rys, Ryssa, Ryssal, Orlisse, Rysla, Ryn, Rynel, Rynella, Boryn, Borryn, Rynal, Dorys, Orella, Dorella, Oryl, Orgillac, Orgyll, Borella, Borylla, Bolia, Bolas, Orlas, Ollyn, Olys, Olya, Orianna, Lorys

Bonus: Argellys

Canon — Maelys, Haegon, Aeryn, Calla, Rhalla, Shaena (Blackfyre)

Canon non-Westerosi Valyrians:

Jaenara Belaerys, Aurion

Canon Dragons:

Urrax, Terrax, Balerion, Vhagar, Meraxes, Vermithor, Caraxes, Meleys, Syrax, Vermax, Arrax, Tyraxes, Tessarion, Shrykos, Morghul, Viserion, Rhaegal

Unknown — Gaelithox?, Aegarax?

Original & HV Derived (some more suitable for dragons) — Aelsior, Qaelys, Qylys, Vhenys, Vhenya, Vhinyae, Vhanir, Vaenir, Vaenyx, Baelykos, Lykael, Lykaera, Raqael, Raqel, Raqys, Raqyssa, Raqissa, Raqar, Raqir, Raqor, Raqora, Raqior, Kionar, Malkion, Malkios, Vhaltir, Malkior, Vaedys, Vaedar, Elenys, Elenia, Elēnar, Elenarys, Elenarya, Elenara, Kostys, Kostir, Kostior, Pelarys, Pelonia, Pelonys, Eledrae, Eledrys, Eledryn, Peria, Perza, Perzys, Zysa, Amisor, Amisa, Aexior/Aeksior, Aexion/Aeksion, Raenion, Raenior, Qana, Qanys, Qantys, Ēbrior, Ēbrion, Ēbria, Jelmys, Jelmarys, Jelmazys, Jelissa, Tessarys, Tessara, Tessarae, Dessan, Dessenae, Hārys, Tōmarr, Tōmarys, Tōmasyn, Tessarax, Syrion, Syriel, Jēdarys, Jēdaria, Jorrael, Trēzos, Elilla, Vāedan, Ōrbēdon

Possible High Valyrian roots for names:

Rhaen — to; meet, find, encounter, discover

Bael — to help, to aid, to assist

Jael — to want, to wish/to store, to house

Jaelarys — hope (possible name)

[epickiya722]

I'm calling it and I hope I'm wrong about it.

If Gege drops a backstory for Sukuna, folks are still going to be like "well, it's not the backstory I want for him".

[daincrediblegg]

genuinely I don't think they could have pulled a better power move on the mental optics of Arthur Fleck/ Joker than the fact that he holds himself accountable rather than dismiss the violence he had about himself and that he perpetuated on others. it really frames the character himself as someone emotionally capable of meaningful introspection and change which is something you just don't see even remotely to nearly an explicit degree with any other joker portrayal (let alone portrayals of mental illness in mass media and depictions of "villainy" that so often fall so short of this mark)

[yujeong]

Come back, have faith Someone like you Can find the reason Of what I did to you

soon, my bloody valentine