#thanks for the ask anon this was a fun one!

[official-penis-posts]

hey, anon asking about my partner preferring to eat me out above literally everything else. i wanted to say thank you for replying and also for everyone in the comments of the OP sharing their stories about cishet male partners with similar tastes/functions.

unfortunately all of my prior experience with penises have been the extremely penis-centric version. male pleasure was always put at the utmost, and getting hard and having him ejaculate was always felt to be the priority of sex. i never got head unless i was going to give it back. it sucked a lot, and i really didn't feel good. therefore my only experiences have been with "PIV is the goal" sex.

and then i met him. (which, wow, never heard of a service top before and that sounds spot on to what he likes.) we've had multiple conversations about my worry that I'm not doing anything for him, and he's always enthusiastically assured me that he wants nothing more than to be used for my pleasure. he's never mentioned being upset about his dick-- in fact he's said that he gets hard way more often and for way longer around me than ever before.

he said when i touched him it felt great, but i didn't make him cum (and he honestly looks harder after/during pleasuring me than when i try to do things to him.) it's an odd juxtaposition, feeling selfish and like i'm having all the fun and feeling wildly lucky that he is the way he is. but thinking about it, i know i've been very horny without being wet, so surely the same can be happening for him. beyond that, he's always the one going down or pulling me onto his face-- definitely not the behavior of someone who feels unsatisfied or pressured.

TLDR; thank you all for sharing and helping me challenge some anxieties about being a bad/underperforming partner :,) <3

Hey it sounds like everything is just fine with you and your partner, and it’s actually societal expectations that’s fucked up. Enjoy!!!

[kedsandtubesocks]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write more MLB Professional Joel !!! It was such a good read and it makes me want more

You're one of the very few who write really fun AU's for him, and it has me absolutely addicted

Dear anon thanks so much I appreciate you!! And since you asked so nicely… let’s enjoy some more baseball Joel yeah?

—

Game Changer - Spring Training

MLB pitcher!Joel Miller x F!Reader

warnings: 18+ only dbf!Joel, allusions to smut, secret relationship things, brief moments of panic

word count: 1.2k

Arizona’s desert holds a surprising charm to it. You’re even more amused that the city’s name fits it so well.

Surprise, Arizona is where the Texas Rangers would be staying for spring training.

You managed to get ahead of all the work you can, moved a few things around schedule wise, then came up with an easy lie for your parents when they asked curious as to why you were heading to Arizona for a four day weekend.

Because the reason why you’re here walks out from the clubhouse to warm up looking handsome as ever in his training camp uniform.

“Joel! Joel!” The crowd erupts in cheers seeing him, and a wide smile breaks over your face.

You’re thankful fans are able to watch from the fencing around the field. It’s heartwarming and endearing seeing how many people are here to watch the team train. Now you suppose you’re one of those devoted baseball fans now, or mainly, just a Joel fan.

He’s in top form today. Seeing his body crouch up in the windup then fling the ball with such force never ceases to impress you, keep you in awe of the man you adore so much.

It boggles your mind a bit realizing a new season is starting. Because, in theory, you’re coming up on a year of being with Joel.

One of the outfielder’s, Joel’s closest friend on the team, spots you and happily waves making you grin. A lot of the team recognizes you now. They know you’re with Joel, and you’ve even tagged along to a few team dinners now.

Even Ellie and Sarah know about you and him.

Of course the last to not know, the ones still kept in the dark, are your parents… specifically your dad.

Your mom, with her scary sixth sense, has noticed something is up. Accidentally you’ve let it slip you’re seeing someone casually. But that’s the extent of it.

Because you wouldn’t call traveling across states to be with Joel casual. Especially when he paid for your flight ticket, even booked your hotel room to make sure you were comfortable and close to the ranch.

One day, you’ll be brave and tell them. Then hope your dad doesn’t try to kill you or Joel. But now’s not the time to think about that.

The weather is beautiful today. You soak in the sun and soft breeze, enjoying watching Joel Miller be the outlaw cowboy pitcher he is. His curveball is getting better.

There’s a new rookie reliever pitcher the Rangers drafted. Joel immediately has stepped into fatherly parental mode showing different ways to grip the ball. The kid hangs off his every word and follows Joel around like a puppy. It’s rather cute.

Cheers come off to the side of the fence. You glance over to see someone with a phone telling everyone to wave, urging them to chant ‘Let’s Go Rangers!’

Ignoring it, you return to watching Joel.

Eventually lunch break arrives. Joel sends you a text urging you to go relax at the hotel.

Might be a long day at practice baby go enjoy the room

You’ve been wanting to get some reading done, and lounging on the gorgeous hotel room balcony does seem tempting.

Appreciating that Joel understands, you head back to the hotel.

You’re also thankful housekeeping came by to fix the beds. Your face feels like it’s on fire just thinking of the mess you and Joel left the room in this morning.

It’s been a month since you last physically saw him. The way you and him fucked felt raw, tasting of something primal, like you were trying to consume each other for the lost time.

Now seeing a few of Joel’s things here makes your heart melt. His jacket slung on the chair, his toothbrush thrown against yours, his iPad charging on the table.

He’s still mainly staying at the hotel with the team, but you’re grateful he’s snuck away to stay here for a few nights already.

Curling up with your book on the hotel balcony with the lovely Arizona weather creates a dreamy afternoon you happily sink into.

Then your phone chimes off. A text from your mom.

It’s a picture from Instagram.

Specifically the Texas Ranger’s Instagram.

And you’re in the background clear as day, easy to spot.

So…what are you doing at spring training?

Your heart drops. Terror floods into you an unseating wave that draws you under.

Everything becomes muffled and heightened all at once.

Immediately a lie conjures itself up so fast as you text back.

Yeah, Alex had work to do and thought I’d swing by to check out the team and say hi to Joel

Alex, your best friend, thankfully told you to use her as a lie.

Your mom doesn’t reply back for a while, and your stare in pure dreaded silence waiting to see any sign of life.

The chime comes, and your hands shake checking your phone.

Ok have fun

The reply is simple, diffuses the situation. Yet it doesn’t stop the fear pumping through you.

Joel’s contact brings your phone to life, and you don’t know if that’s better or worse.

“Hi, honey.” He greets casual and exhausted. “Done for the day, so I’m headin’ back. Y’wanna start talkin’ dinner?”

“I think my parents know about us.” You blurt.

“Wait, what?” His voice trips over itself.

He urges you to take a breath and tell him everything.

So you do. You tell him about the Instagram photo, the text…

He sighs weary, deeply tired, and you feel guilty now for rushing him with this.

“I’m sorry.” You quickly scramble out.

You’re sorry for being here, sorry for maybe accidentally revealing yourself to your parents, for getting so worked up over this -

Joel says your name, calm and steady.

The door clicks with the room key. Before you realize it, your favorite pitcher walks through the door.

Immediately you rush towards him. In a few steps he’s gathering you in his warm arms, and nothing else matters.

In this carved out space, it’s just him and you holding each other tight.

“I don’t think ya need to worry, honey.” He reassures, rubbing your back softly. “If they knew, ‘specially if your dad knew, no doubt they’d be fuckin’ calling me already.”

That’s true.

A part of you is reassured, yet…

Being in his arms, you realize this is where you want your future.

And something deep inside now aches to have your parents find out. You want to stop hiding Joel, want to stop hiding this. You aren’t ashamed of him. If anything, you’re unbelievably proud of him and want to keep him in your life for as long as you can.

A dangerous thought flutters in your mind. Maybe you should call your mom back and tell her the truth.

“When you get nervous for a game,” you suddenly ask Joel. “How do you get over it?”

A soft hum, a rumble of a deep thought radiates from his warm chest, and it's strangely soothing.

“Guess once I get on the mound, it all just melts away. Get reminded of why I do this, why it’s all worth it. Nerves and all.” He mutters.

You pull away from Joel’s embrace for a moment to glance at him. He’s still sweaty from practice and smells vaguely of sunlight and the field’s dust. But he’s beautiful, and you want him to be yours in every way.

He matters in so many ways it feels like your world now is molded to him; you can’t think of a day without him.

You place a soft kiss on his lips and realize how he’s worth the nerves and all.

Maybe even more than that.

So you think… it might be time for you to go up to bat for your pitcher.

[demolitionsweetheart]

Smut headcanons

Shadow the hedgehog x fem!reader

(Can be mobian or human!)

NSFW! MDNI

๑ His ears are very sensitive. It's very obvious and easy for you to pick up on what it does to him. Much to his embarrassment, gently blowing on his ear or sweetly teasing him in smooth tone gets him going hard and fast-literally.

๑ His sex drive is generally low. For the most part, sex has it's place, but when he's riled up, he won't find contentment until he's taken you through rounds and rounds.

๑ Shadow views it a lot more like bonding. He loves it for the closeness.. for the commitment..for you. His desire is far beyond only lust.

๑ He'll never pull out, he loves stuffing you till he physically can't. Loves the firm reminder you're completely his and he's yours. As if that wasn't already clear by how many times he's sunk his teeth into your neck, sternum, and thighs. He can't help it, he bites when he finishes, when he teases you before going down on you, when your scent provokes him into sinking his teeth into your neck(a majority of the time), or when nuzzling you just isn't doing it for him. He's always sweet about it though, his tongue always flips out to lap at and sooth the reddened area. He apologizes when he's left them in less private areas.. Even if he's really not.

๑ Saying shadow loves going down on you is an understatement. He much prefers it over the reverse.  He loves shoving his muzzle in between your legs, digging his tongue as deep as he can into your tight heat as his nose repeatedly hits your sensitive clit. He loves it when you grip his quills and fur like a lifeline, when your thighs strain again his hands to close around his head, your taste, and your pretty sounds. The action is for your pleasure but, he's definitely enjoying it more.

๑ he doesn't care for positions where you're facing away from him. He sticks to basic and instinctive positions like missionary and mating press however, he will oblige if you wish to (physically)be on top, riding him.. Though he's still in control regardless. He isn't one for quickies, but if push ever came to shove he'll either have you in full nelson or pinned against the wall. He loves being and control but he's never a meanie.

๑ As mentioned,  it has a lot less to do with lust. His desires stem less from lust and more from love.. The need to make you feelgood before seeking out his own pleasures. He constantly checks in, asking if he's making you feel good or if he's hurt you. Occasionally, he'll nuzzle his muzzle right into your neck or rub his cheek against your sternum. An instinct, he cannot suppress as he drives himself fast and hard into you, silencing his groans with biting and nuzzling.

๑ He'd be great with aftercare if he didn't just want to stay cuddled up with you until you both drifted off. He collapses on to your chest, your fingers slipping in to his soft fur, as his hand finds the back of your thigh, gripping and rubbing as you stroke his quills. Entirely content. His eyes grow heavy with sleep. He's so in love. You never have to doubt he isn't head over heels for your even so far into your relationship.

Thank you for reading and thank you anon who requested this! I had so much fun writing it.

Requests are open!

Pictures are from Pinterest

Dividers by @shadow-raven22

[delulustateofmind]

Hey its anon 🦋 here! your new blog design is so pretty! i just read your recent post and im desperate for more of your thoughts on geto and nanami infatalising their partner. what would they like her to wear around the house? what are some of their 'house rules' which she has to follow? (i think geto is strict on rules but what about nanami?) and what are some other ways in which they punish or remind her of these said rules? (i have so many questions and thoughts on this too im sorry)

Hello 🦋 anon! Thank you!! I saw a picture of ponyo on Pinterest which is now my pfp and it just resonated with me. Change is good! Hope you are doing well!!

Mmmm, oh baby, okay. This is a little long....

TW: Yandere behaviors, Infantilization, controlled environment, Captivity, Narcotics MDNI

what would they like her to wear around the house?

Geto: Sweet things should look sweet. Frilly lingerie, delicate nightgowns, soft, light-colored dresses. He wants you to be a vision of purity, ironic, considering what he does to you. Maybe he keeps you in a yukata, traditional, easy, he likes the contrast of careful folds and careless hands. But more than the clothes, it’s the ritual of it. The way he gets you ready, brushing out your hair, tilting your chin, smearing your lipstick with a thumb just to fix it again. When you cry? His favorite part. Mascara-streaked cheeks, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling. He strokes your face, and hums, a painter admiring his masterpiece.

Nanami: He won’t make demands. He likes you comfortable, but it’s only natural to expect a little effort. Would he ever ask you to dress up for him? No. But wouldn’t it be polite to greet him at the door in one of the dresses he’s bought you? Something elegant, with a bow tied at the back, something a wife would wear. Ah, but a man can only dream, can't he?

Rules/Consequences

Geto: I wouldn’t call him strict, he has rules, but you don’t know them. Not at first. It’s like playing a game you’ve never played before, except the person holding the rulebook is reading it in a language you don’t understand. You start noticing subtle shifts in his expression when you do certain things, start pinpointing what earns you a soft smile versus what lands you over his knee. What makes him hum in amusement versus what makes him lock you in the dark room for hours.

There are rules, obviously, but where’s the fun in telling you? First things first, what do you mean you think you can feed yourself? You were just screaming and throwing a tantrum about being kidnapped or something—get over it. Of course, he’s not going to trust you with a fork, a knife, not even a spoon. Chopsticks? That’s a death wish. So, after starving for a few days, you find it’s much easier to just let him feed you.

Bathroom privileges? Earned, not given. Oh? You broke the handle trying to get in because he wasn't home? Such a shame. Looks like you’ll just need a chain around that sweet ankle of yours to remind you of your questionable home improvement decisions. Sweet girls don’t break things.

Sippy cups. You can break glass. You can stab him. Stab yourself. Not happening. Maybe you’ll get upgraded to toddler cups when you stop glaring at him like you think you still have a choice.

Nanami: Now, he is the strict one. As long as you take care of yourself, you’re fine. But the moment you don’t? Well… that’s when you start to understand what consequences really mean.

You can do whatever you want in captivity, within reason. You don’t leave the house. You don’t skip meals. You don’t harm yourself or him. Simple rules. So why can’t you just follow them?

Sippy cups weren’t his first choice. But you refused to drink water, refused to eat. He warned you. He left the sippy cups out as a compromise, don’t make him grab a bottle. Don’t make him grab an IV. You won’t like it.

Refusing to eat? Easily solved. Sedation is always an option. He will get food into you one way or another.

Sleeping arrangements? He doesn’t expect you to sleep with him… yet. But he does start removing the stuffed animals when he notices how desperately you cling to them at night. You don’t need them. You have him.

Other thoughts:

Geto doesn’t punish you because he’s angry, no, anger is beneath him. This isn’t about control through fear. It’s about control through humiliation.

You act out? Now he has to carry you around like a misbehaving child. No, you don’t get to walk on your own. You’ve lost that privilege.

You refuse to eat? Now he has to feed you. Spoon pressed against your lips, hand lingering too long on your chin, tilting your head up like you’re something fragile and helpless.

You fight back? Oh, sweetheart. Now he has to wipe the drool from your lips, from the narcotics in your system, from the exhaustion of crying too much, from the way your body gives out before your spirit does.

And through all of it, he coos at you. Soft. Mocking. Condescending. "Oh, darling, look at the mess you’ve made. Can’t even take care of yourself, can you?" or "Messy, messy girl. Do I have to start bib-feeding you next?"

It’s not about hurting you. It’s about humbling you. When humiliation isn’t enough? Then it’s punishment.

Isolation. Locked in a room with no light, no warmth, no sound. No, him.

Spanking. Not fast. Not desperate. No, it’s slow and measured. Until the heat blooms across your skin, until your body betrays you, until you collapse against his chest, sobbing, gripping at him like he’s the only thing that can comfort you.

Pretending you don’t exist. A punishment worse than pain. He won’t touch you, won’t speak to you, won’t even look at you. And when you finally break? When you beg for his attention, his warmth, his presence? He just smiles, hums, presses a kiss to your forehead.

Leashes. Chains. If everything else fails? Then you simply won’t move freely anymore. (I don't suggest pushing him this far, because I fear you won't be fed high-luxury foods just rice porridge in a bowl with enough nutrients to ensure you can still fuck)

Nanami doesn’t force himself onto you, he makes sure everything else disappears.

First, it’s the blankets. The soft, cozy warmth he let you keep. Gone.

Then, it’s the stuffed animals. The ones you clung to at night, the ones you whispered your fears to when he wasn’t there. One by one, they vanish.

Then, it’s the soft clothes. The sweatpants, the oversized sweaters, the comfort items. Now, you’re left with delicate dresses, nightgowns that don’t quite keep you warm.

Until the only thing left—the only source of comfort in this house—is him. Ehen you start curling closer to him at night, when you stop pulling away when he touches you, when you break down and seek him out for warmth, for safety. He doesn’t gloat. He doesn’t mock. He just holds you gently, strokes your back, and lets you settle against his chest.

"There, there. You’re finally understanding."

It's unfortunately for him a long, slow conditioning.

He simply doesn't yell, or hurt you, he just makes life easier when you're good.

If you behave? He makes you safe foods not laced with sedatives, and makes you the recipes he had you pick out from his new cookbook.

If you listen? Well, you get small rewards here and there. Maybe a stuffed animal back for an hour, maybe a phone call to your parents to tell them to back off the search for you, he will even bring you a sweet treat home.

Until he finally has you seeking him out, until you finally nestle onto his lap, sip from the same cup as him, and allow him to touch you as he pleases.

Because unfortunately, fighting is exhausting, punishment can be unbearable, and at the end of the day if you just behave isn't it easier?

[miralines]

Marius

*cue fire elmo*

One Marius coming up!

*****

“Well, Mr. Scorch, this has been *very* illuminating. I’ll have to run some tests, but I believe you suffer from a debilitating case of Seasonal Affective Disorder.”

Mr. Scorch says nothing. Marius pats it gently, reassuring.

“Now, I know this must be a shock, but it explains your symptoms perfectly, and the good news is that most cases respond well to–”

“Why are you talking to the toaster?” Tim asks from behind him. Marius jumps up, hiding his notes behind his back.

“Aha, Tim! You should have knocked! Confidentiality and all–”

Tim groans. “I’m telling Ashes you’re diagnosing the appliances again.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen.

“Wait! No! They’ll take my cooking privileges again!” You prescribe a microwave a bottle of spLexapro one time… how was he to know it would explode?

Tim breaks into a run, and Marius sprints off after him, his patient forgotten.

[genericpuff]

Heyyyy, some rando from Finland here to share a language fun fact: in the finnish language, we refer to pomegranates as granaatti omena (singular), which word for word means 'grenade apple'! Now have fun imagining Persephone with one of 'em. Have a nice day :D

"BUT IT'S A TERRIBLE SHOW!"

"DUH, WHY ELSE WOULD I WATCH IT?! IF I DON'T GET TO BE AMONG THE FIRST TO TALK SHIT ABOUT STYG AND LYDIA DOING IT IN THE POOL, THEN WHAT'S THIS ALL BEEN FOR?!"

[aveloka-draws]

I thought the anon asks were more like the Lighthouse cultists. Also worshiping, but distant and through text and art.

O I actually like that take a lot!

But also its so funny imagining them just peeking over the stone barriers of the camp and just

[weisbrot]

wangxian found a kitten outside

for a request from anon ☺️ hope this stil finds you

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[maofa]

I have see this headcanon that I love which is:

In every Alive!Kuina AU she is the one to save Hiyori, not Zoro. Ecen if Zoro is alive. ESPECIALLY if Zoro is alive. New ship! It got called Hiyoku (i'm not the one who decides these things tho)

But the funniest part of this is Zoro teasing Kuina about her crush and she just uno reverse it vy bringing up... everything he dies towards Luffy.

They end up fighting over who has the better s/o and she beats his ass every time

oh my gosh hiiii

ok so that’s something I didn’t know I needed in my life so please accept these messy doodles of them being silly ;3

[quixotical-lymbo]

Warnings/Tags: Just some tooth-rotting fluff and very brief mention of mortality. Word Count: 600+ words

Wow! You and the monkey king! What a pair of peaches you two are!

Did he make the first move or you? Surprisingly, I think you would have to be the one to make the first move. Obviously, Wukong could have easily done it—we all know how assertive and confident he is, but perhaps he wanted you to do it to see just how serious you are about courting him. 

Sometimes, he'll drop certain hints or try to steer you in the right direction to confess. Things like 'I wouldn't mind if you stayed longer', 'You hungry? I know a great place we can eat at, just the two of us though', or 'We would look really good together wouldn't we? Ehh, maybe not…who knows?' 

After you make that first step and confess, he'll act surprised before asking what took you so long to say anything. Wukong will tease you for weeks on end about how long you took to confess if you don't shut him up

Anyway-

Where do y'all usually do dates? Your home, his home(s), festivals, and rarely do the two of you go outside of China for dates unless Wukong is feeling extra adventurous. Since he's retired, Wukong has a lot of time on his hands when he's not helping MK save the world or training his successor. Other than the locations, I think Wukong would have a lot of things on his 'bucket list' for the two of you to do. 

Gifts? Oh, oh, be prepared to be swamped with gifts ranging from random flowers that remind him of you, bugs, artifacts, and other extravagant things you couldn't possibly fit in your home. It wasn't until you piped up about the bugs did Wukong stop with the creepy crawlies. 

PDA? Of course, but depending on your preference he can be full-on touchy and obnoxiously sweet, or he could be discreet and have a hand on you somewhere. Just expect to be kissed, hugged, or touched in some way every five minutes or so.

If PDA truly bothered you, Wukong would refrain from doing anything–but when the two of you are finally alone he'll stick to your side like glue and it'll take a while for you to peel him off of you. Good luck ^^' 

First kiss? Perhaps after the first few dates you two shared your first kiss together.  

How he acts around them vs others: I think Wukong would act the same, just more handsy and playful compared to others. Bickering about trivial things, pinching you at random times but not enough to hurt, getting in your face to stare at you whenever you aren't putting your full undivided attention on him, and that kind of stuff. 

Of course, there's the omission of information and white lies that you will not tolerate. Wukong could fool others, but you wouldn't stand for dishonesty especially while the two of you were in a committed relationship. 

At first, it was hard getting Wukong to understand this boundary, but not every relationship is perfect–still, trying to break habits that have lasted for who knows how long is VERY difficult. That's why the two of you started off with the little things. Sure, Wukong slips up from time to time, but he genuinely is putting in an effort to not withhold information from you whether it's regarding life-threatening situations or things like how he is feeling. 

Wukong would definitely take every chance to show off to you, especially whenever he was teaching MK. Sparring without his top, taking a few moments to flex in certain angles–he'll even blow you a few kisses from time to time. 

And you'll eat that shit up every.single.time.

Generally, you're going to need to have a lot of patience and be open-minded when dating Sun Wukong. If the relationship could be described with one word then it's a rollercoaster. There's the ups and downs, perhaps a lot of downs (like the fact that he's going to outlive you), but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[temeyes]

everyone i see your 141 art i just want to grab them all and just hold them like wdym they’re hardass soldiers they’re just my babygirls

they're just our Babygirls, they're just our Babygirls!

[smallidarityfan]

"The Best Jimmy I Know"

https://x.com/NaomiUChuu/status/1888278135080362405?t=7PjP4jQfyeRISO1xG5RnIg&s=19

HE'S SICK!!!!!! A SICK MAN!!!!! WITH THE ILLNESS OF QUEER-CODING!!!!!!!!!!!!

[yandereunsolved]

Hi hi hello!! I hope you're having a day as wonderful as mine after reading a few of your works!! Especially the ones about isekai!reader, I loved it so much that I got hitted with my own little idea.

Just imagine that the reader somehow was able to take a few things with themselves - maybe they hold something in their arms when ✨the magic✨ starts working, or maybe in the pocket of their clothes. And uh oh it happens that it's not just a phone but their vape too.

Everything happened so abruptly, isekai! reader in panic to wake up in another world, Targaryens in panic to see a random human in their living room that they suddenly felt protective over.. It's probably taking some time for everyone to calm down so the isekai!reader kinda forgot about what they had in their pockets. Only when everything settles down and Targaryens step away to have a little private talk about what to do, readers suddenly find vape in their pocket and think like.. ‘Yeah it's definitely the thing I need right now to relieve some stress.’

AND IT'S JUST..

Yandere! Targaryens: *Whispers between themselves about what to do, then slowly turn their heads to look at the reader again.*

Isekai!reader, meanwhile: *Puff some air like a fucking dragon. And with the strawberry smell??*

The whole Targaryen family: OMG a dragonhuman??? Some kind of hybrid??

In the end it dawned on Targaryens that they were blessed by gods themselves with such a partner along their journey. And it doesn't matter how often the reader would inform them that in the reader's world, every third, if not the second, could do the same and it's just a vape!!

aww― you're such a sweetheart.

my week has been alright :) I got sicky sick. yuck.

The Yan! Targaryens would also resort to the thought of magic. This magical item will have to be researched. If only you'd allow them. They respect your wish only because they believe it is the source of your powers (and you got incredibly angry when they tried to take it away. nearly clawed Aemond's other eye out).

When it inevitably runs out they'll panic. Oh, no! You must be in mortal danger. You seem so sickly. You are always on edge. You aren't giving them any (enough) attention! The withdrawals are what is causing your slightly deteriorating health. Gods forbid. A maester tried to explain it. He promptly had his head removed.

They are so in delulu land about it. They have Victorian children being showed an IPad energy.

their yandereness doesn't lessen. their reverence actually doubles because they see you as holy.

[meet-the-courier]

Could I maybe get a list of the war crimes you have committed? So far pyro is winning the competition.

Brodie: "Besiiides - what Pyro does is his own business. I ain't touching that contest."

Transcript of drawing;

"War crimes? Boss, I've only ever committed Federal crimes. I'm innocent! What. You some kinda cop? I'll have to get Pyro's help."

Dont forget to vote for him in @tf2occontest dec 29th!

[starry-eyer]

Why do you think the tides have slightly turned from "Elia deserves better than Rhaegar" to shipping her and Rhaegar together? Like what is the psychology behind these people because I've seen some of them like/reblog anti Rhaegar posts while also shipping Rhaegar x Elia at the same time.

hey anon! my thoughts are a bit messy, but i’ve done my best to explain them coherently :)

so, rhaegar was the best man anyone could have when elia was alive, and most people want the best for their favs. he was considered the most handsome, didn’t have a bad personality, and he was crown prince—meaning elia was almost queen, which is often seen as the greatest role a woman can have. the narrative also treats rhaegar as a beautiful, tragic, haunting figure, and elia actually had this very aesthetically pleasing man all to herself at one point! she was married to him, had children with him, and her life was so close to perfect! but rhaegar just had to go and ruin it. 😠

for many elia stans, if rhaegar hadn’t fallen in love with another woman (they want him to have been a completely different character), then everything would’ve been perfect, and elia would’ve had the best, most desirable life. however, that’s not what happened—elia met a very tragic end, and as a result, these stans feel double the bitterness. because of this bitterness, they blame rhaegar for everything (even though it’s not logical to do so), but he’s just too ‘perfect’ to let go of. so, for years these stans have made rhaegar revolve around elia, filling his tag with posts about her out of bitterness. so, i do believe that this obsession with rhaegar x elia has always been there, but i think it’s become a more favorable stance on the elia stan side of the fandom because of a mix of reasons.

plus, rhaegar is one of the few canon relationships we know elia had, since she’s not much of a character. because of this, and the fact that most people don’t like to stray too far from canon, most elia stans are forced to focus on rhaegar, which has created an echo chamber. basically, if a sentiment about elia and rhaegar’s relationship becomes popular, then the whole elia stan side of the fandom will likely regurgitate the sentiment. (also, this desire to stick close to canon is likely why the elia x arthur ship was so popular. while it’s a total crack ship, it had good aesthetics, and since elia and arthur at least knew each other, it allowed the stans to create their perfect fanfiction whilst sticking it to rhaegar. but remember, elia was actually married to rhaegar and had children with him, so while arthur is cool, rhaegar was always ‘top dog,’ meaning arthur would never be able to match up to rhaegar to most elia stans. also, the arthur x elia crack ship is likely her second most popular ship, which just shows how little elia stans have to work with, so they’re always forced to eventually return back to rhaegar for a lot of things.)

however, even if the elia x rhaegar ship gains more popularity, these stans will never stop hating rhaegar because he wasn’t ‘perfect’—and he wasn’t perfect because he didn’t love elia. plus, rhaegar loving another woman and supposedly kidnapping her is what began the war that led to elia’s tragic death. that’s bitterness times 1000. and while i don’t actually blame rhaegar for the war, i do think that this is how an elia stan sees it. i also don’t view rhaegar’s complex relationship with elia as a bad thing—it’s actually a very realistic take on an arranged marriage between two decent people. but most elia stans will never be able to get over the fact that they almost had everything, which is why many have it out for lyanna, as they consider her a thief who ruined their ‘perfection.’

tbh, that might be why so many elia stans are so obsessed with the idea that rhaegar only got with lyanna because of the prophecy—they don’t want to believe that rhaegar actually loved a different woman and not their perfect self insert elia. that’s a bit mean of me… but i don’t know what else one would call the ‘elia’ elia stans have created.

now that i’ve laid all those thoughts out, i’ll try to explain why the tides seem to be turning… i think it may have something to do with the ‘targaryens are all evil and bad’ sentiment losing popularity. i think this shift has occurred due to a mix of factors, such as years of fandom fights and fandom cycles leading to the targs being more liked now than before. it helps that canon doesn’t actually condemn the targs/favors them quite a bit, and the influx of new targ fans from HOTD has also contributed. this combination of reasons seems to have shifted the way the mainstream fandom discusses all the targaryen characters, including rhaegar. so, with this shift, it’s only natural that some elia stans/elia x rhaegar shippers—who’ve always been there—are using this opportunity to push their agenda. while these stans still hate rhaegar and see him as the bad guy, they just can’t let go of him. and as the mainstream fandom moves away from the anti targaryen sentiment, these smaller corners of the fandom, which tend to be echo chambers, are also affected, which has therefore led to a rise in rhaegar x elia shippers and the ‘shifting tide’ that you’ve also noticed.