#the actual day of birth is family only. like. this specific day means nothing to my friends but 26years ago my mum was in labour. u know???

[areyouwho-ithinkyouare]

overall a very successful birthday BUT i need to be a bitch for a minute like i really need to say something that i know will make me sound awful and ungrateful and miserable so. ranting in the tags don’t follow me there.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Similar fic idea to One Step Three Steps, but instead of some random Hatake brat being zapped into modern Konoha from the very early days of the village, it was actually the at the time Hatake Clan Head.

I'm gonna go with the Hatake family tree I tossed into Chasing Shadows for fun, meaning a) the clan head is named Haruka, and b) she's Sakumo's mother (thus Kakashi's grandmother) and Tobirama's aunt

She died very shortly after Tobirama (like a week tops) and the rest of her clan was wiped out pretty soon after her.

(Sakumo was raised by the only other survivor of the clan, an old grandma with poor memory who hadn't been in any state to fight, and who later passed away when Sakumo was still pretty young— so he learned very little about their clan and their traditions, and then passed on even less to Kakashi before he died)

I have literally nothing else for her other than the above, so I guess we'll figure out her character together as we go along

With that said, this is gonna be a long one, so buckle in for

✨️ The Hatake clan head time travels from early to modern Konoha ✨️

Immediately, there's just so much potential pretty much anywhere you drop her into the timeline.

Lets take her from the very first years of Konoha, where they're still lowkey building the village and Madara is still around (bc I love the drama of the time traveler respecting Madara only for the future people to be like "oooo... ok, so bad news actually— Also, you legally aren't allowed to talk good about him for military dictatorship reasons, sorry :(" )

And then we're gonna drop her into kid Kakashi era, with Sakumo still being alive

Right off the bat -> That's Sakumo's fucking mom!!!! Holy shit you guys!!! The last time she saw him he was like a literal infant she JUST recovered from birthing AND NOW HES A WHOLE MAN!!!!

Shes grabbing him by the cheeks squishing him to death, there may be baby talk involved (he's a grown man let him go oh my god??)

If she comes before his mission gone wrong, her presence prevents him from going on it (disaster averted,,, for now) He's currently in the running for most likely to become next Hokage and she's so disgustingly proud holy shit. Her baby!!! Hokage!!!

Maybe have some talk about how that'd make either 3 or 2 Hatake's in office depending on if you count Hashirama as a Hatake (Haruka does not) and how that's kind of bad, right? Only Haruka doesn't give a SHIT about that (politicians hate her and shed hate them too if she didn't enjoy making them suffer so much)

"But Haruka, as clan head aren't you a politician too by default?"

"Haha yeah!! Isn't that awful? (For all of them)"

If she comes AFTER the dreaded mission gone wrong, Haruka is all about backing up his decision (the Hatake are a clan who emphasize loyalty like no other, which is also part of why they took to Konoha's mentality so well)

Shes telling Sakumo he did the right thing and fuck literally everyone who says otherwise. Trust your momma Sakumo, she knows best

Her being there averts Sakumo's death— either bc she manages to keep him going, or bc she interrupts him mid suicide

(I can see Sakumo trying to go through with it specifically bc he thinks at least Kakashi has Haruka now once he's gone)

Also oh my god SAKUMO YOU HAD A BABY??? SHE HAS A GRANDBABY???? AWWW CMERE LITTLE GUY LET GRANDMA GIVE YOU A SMOOCH— OHHH SAKUMO LOOK AT HOW HE STABBED ME OHH WHAT A GOOD BOY, WHAT A CUTE BABY BOY!! CMERE BABY— OHH SAKUMO LOOK HES BITING ME AWWW THATS SO CUTE!! WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? (said like she's talking to a fucking dog)

Kakashi kind of hates her.

There's like a whole big bit about the Hatake clan bloodline limit, which is sort of general wolfy stuff, enhanced senses, some extra strength, etc. And my all-time favorite take, adaptation ✨️

Their white chakra is super flexible, able to adapt and change to fit pretty much any situation —or even other bloodline limits. (Which is why Kakashi not only survived the sharingan implant but came to arguably master it)

Anyways -> other than the white chakra (which neither Sakumo or Kakashi know the details of other than it's their family chakra and its,, white. Exciting, I know), their bloodline limit seems to have borderline dissapeared with Kakashi and Sakumo, due to basically them not knowing how to feed into it / activley supressing it to conform to polite society (unaware that certain impulses aren't actually just intrusive thoughts but actual instinct trying to get them to do things necessary to feed into and reawakened their bloodline limit)

Kakashi actually shows more hints of still having it bc of his age, while Sakumo is very well practiced in accidentally supressing it to conform with general society.

So obviously, Haruka is like "hey guys!! What the actual fuck is this!!" and immediatley (borderline desperatley) trying to get them back to her perceived normal

She's actually REALLY fucked up about all this. Her own son!! Her own grandbaby!! And they don't even eat enough MEAT!!!! This is an actual nightmare, this is like basic baby stuff all the Hatake's should know and she's getting nothing but blank looks and vuagley ashamed guilty stares from Sakumo as she asks if he even takes Kakashi on hunts (he didn't even know that was a thing he should be doing.)

Don't even get her started when she learns Sakumo isn't acting as clan head on the Konoha clan council, holy shit. The Hatake might be a clan of 2 now but they were among the first clans to come to Konoha— she doesn't give a shit how many of them are left, if the number is more than 1 then there better be a fucking representative of theirs on that goddamn council

Funny bit where Kakashi tries to bite someone and Sakumo is telling him to stop bc jesus christ child can you behave for 5 seconds oh god he's so sorry— and Haruka is like, why are you telling him to stop??? This is enrichment for him :)) if there's no blood it's fine, that's the official clan policy for dealing with kids

Haruka... isn't actually a very good choice to leave as your babysitter. If nothing is on fire and no one is dead she considers herself successful.

Sakumo will learn this. In time.

Mmmm bad ending where Sakumo goes through with the suicide. Could be very fun and fucked up n dramatic.

Kakashi doesn't find his father's body first bc Haruka does— or maybe he does but Haruka walks in right behind him and forces him to close his eyes before he can actually see the body.

Fun scene where Haruka is physically wrestling Kakashi away from his father's body, a hand over his eyes as he screams and claws at her, demanding that she let go and let him see his dad.

Can't she smell the blood!? Tou-san is hurt, he needs help! What are you doing!!? Let him go!! Tou-san, Tou-san, where are you? Why aren't you answering?!

He bites her hand in his struggles, so deep that it later scars (just another reminder of the day, oh boy !!)

Haruka getting hit by the fucking brick of reality, straight in the face. She got to meet her son, the only survivor of their clan from her era, just in time for him to die <3

The fic then takes a HARD turn from the silly fluffy fun times of Haruka goofing around telling people to suck her dick if they have a problem with her (which a lot of people definitely do)

-> Right into shinobi politics, political schemes and sabotaged missions and buried clan history galore territory. Haruka isn't ab to take this lying down and everyone's about to get their first look at a grieving Hatake mother in her prime who just lost her baby to the shinobi rumor mill

Before she was kind of keeping to herself just having fun in the clan compound, not reeeally getting involved with any politics or village shit, bc like, she's playing with her family!! This is like her vacation till the time travel is solved and she goes back home!!

But she's not doing that anymore.

Sakumo is gone and Haruka is more than willing to take the seat he chose to leave empty at the clan council. She's about to become EVERYONES problem.

In the bg, Kakashi VIOLENTLY swings between fucking hating Haruka ("You should have stopped him! You should have been there! You should have helped!") to being like, physically unable to be unatached from her (she's waking up in the middle of the night to find him suddenly burrowed into her blankets, holding on to her like he's scared she'll dissapear when he wakes up)

Small soft scene where he's sleeping on top of her and quietly whispers that he's sorry for biting her.

Haruka possibly tries to have Kakashi temporarily drop his training but it's a very hard battle to fight. Both bc Kakashi wants to fight and bc Konoha wants him to fight

Uhh first big scary Haruka politics scene when she puts her foot down and says something along the lines of, "are you telling me here and now that my word as Hatake clan head is not enough to stop Konoha from taking away my child?" And Sarutobi kind of has to back down bc that does NOT fly well with the other clans

Obito and Rin swing by and try to pry at why Kakashi can't fight and she just fucking stares at them and goes, "He's 6."

She goes home and puts her head in her fucking hands. She was promised Konoha was to keep the kids SAFE, that's the entire fucking reason the Hatake agreed to join!!! This is not safe Tobirama, you bitch!!!!! If they send out Kakashi to die, shes going to find your fucking ghost and grind your face into Kakashi's grave!!!!

Anyways, time for my favorite part: politics

Haruka is coming from the early days of Konoha, where the only reason the Hatake even joined the village was, "because my cute little nephew (Tobirama) asked us real nice"

In her mind, she and her clan are still allowed to back the fuck up out of the village whenever she so chooses. She likes it in Konoha, yeah, but they're still free reign nomads and while she'd like to stay and have her clan flourish (which they didn't exactly do and she can literally SEE the way the village destroyed them from the inside out) she and her clan retain the right to leave whenever they want. And if they do leave, other than losing the new friends, it won't exactly be hard on them to get back to the nomad life.

All of that is to say that Sarutobi isn't her Hokage and while she'll be nice and respectful bc she recognizes the position (and her position) when push comes to shove, there's literally nothing they can hold on her to make her bend or break.

Also the last time she saw Sarutobi he was one of her nephews little brat tag-alongs, and she's so fucking bad at treating people their age, doubly so if she knew them as a kid.

It's,,, kind of demeaning actually, she should stop. (She will not.)

Anyways: play into her not just being Tobirama's aunt but also Hashirama's (her sister was their mother) which becomes fun bc Kakashi is her fucking grandkid!! Meaning he's also their fucking cousin!! Politics!! Implications!!!

At least one person is making a "of fucking course the boy genius is related to one of them" joke but like in an angry way (it's probably Obito)

Anyways I started this off with basically nothing for Haruka other than her name and I think she accidentally turned into a real character along the way (inevitable tbh)

Shes a DEEPLY flawed person actually, which I kind of love. She has a habit of belittling people and not treating them their age (absoloutley calls everyone even slightly younger than her 'kid')

Her views of childcare are totally skewed and she should not be trusted with any children other than Kakashi (it's ok he's literally built different, she can provide proper enrichment for him)

Edit: I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO POST THIS YET IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I WAS STILL QRITING IM GONNA END IT ALL TUMBLR I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

Shes so fucking full of herself and about to make it EVERYONES problem

[red-airhead]

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕦𝕡 | 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 |

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technically requested by @jonespicy / @j-onedrabbles

Word Count - 3,723

Genre - Smut (MINORS DNI!!!)

Warnings - best friends with benefits, mutual pining, roleplay, best friends to something more, pup!hybrid! reader, seungmin has some hybrid relatives but they aren't mentioned, breeding kink, seungmin with slight animal like instincts, tail pulling, mentions of heat, grinding, hickeys, love bites, begging, mentions of pregnancy (implied reader is on birth control), nipple play, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), big dick syndrome! seungmin, pussy slap (1), cum eating, slightly mean!dom seungmin, light throat fucking (a little more than light actually), degration (slut), pet names (pup), dirty talk, crying (from pleasure of course), lmk if I missed anything.

Being a dog hybrid wasn’t easy, everyone knew that. But what made it harder was when you have hybrid descent in your family.

You were a hybrid, best friends with someone who had hybrid descent in your family. It wasn’t super hard being friends.. Besides the fact that Seungmin could perfectly depict your scent compared to others, or the fact that he has a breeding kink..

Anyway! Truthfully it wasn’t entirely hard, there was just the difficulty of a question very specific left and right. “Why don’t you two date if you’re so similar? Hybrid wise”

Well, for you very disappointing information, most people frown upon a hybrid dating someone who’s so human. While it isn’t entirely bad, and isn’t banned, most people just find it difficult to have children when being with a human.. But he wasn’t entirely human..

Life with Seungmin, in your opinion, was one of your favorites. Deciding to move in together to make life much easier was both of your best ideas. Spending every evening laughing about the events that happen through the day, or watching your favorite shows together was a life you could never get over.

It wasn't until Seungmin started to act a little suspicious. It was nothing out of the ordinary of course, he was still talking to you like a normal person,, but anytime you’d touch him he’d get flustered or immediately try to stop you. 

At first you shrugged it off, you thought maybe he was just dealing with something physically that went along with another person touching him. But when it became more consistent and everyday that’s when you started to worry.

Later on you learned that it was because he was having fantasies of you, and that your scent became addicting to the point anytime you touched him he got nervous.

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“How about we work out a system, yeah? If it’s so bad how about we just— help each other out?” 

“What?! Are you crazy? You know that stuff is frowned upon!”

“Yeah but it’s not even like you’re human! You have hybrid in your blood, you just got lucky enough to not be fully hybrid!”

“I don’t know.. It seems risky..” He began to fidget with his own fingers as he looked at you.

“We could make it easier for you.. You know roleplay? How about we do that? Make up scenarios and plan it out.” You suggested, gently resting your hand on top of his.

“That could work..”

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One very unfortunate morning, your heat came along. It surprised you more than anything. As soon as you woke up it hit hard. Your core was aching and the way everything felt so clammy and stuffy just made it all worse. With a whine, you got out of bed and walked to your bathroom, slumped over and rubbing your eyes. Once walking in you saw how disheveled you looked, but it didn’t bother you. 

You opened your mirror cabinet, grabbing the box that held your heat suppressants, and opening it only to find that you were out.

“Shit!” You threw the box into the trash and quickly began to look around every single cabinet in case you had an extra, and just your luck, there was none.

“No.. Nono— SEUNGMIN!!” You shouted, walking out of your bathroom and quickly running to your bedroom to look through all of your drawers. You were so frantic you didn’t even hear the sound of his feet thumping on the ground and your door slamming open.

“What? What happened?” He looked just as disheveled as you did, he probably just woke up as well. 

This was already well planned out. Just about a week ago you threw out your suppressants, one of Seungmin’s genius ideas.

It wasn’t entirely a bad idea. You wanted to have your first heat with him. While sex with him was great without heat, it just didn’t hit the same.

You knew he had a breeding kink, you learned that the first time you did it with him. God you could remember it like it was yesterday..

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“Such a cute little pup..” He groaned into your ear, hips hitting against yours as he rammed you into the wall. Your back was up against the wall, gripping at the hair in the nape of his neck. 

His forehead was pressed up against yours, staring deeply into your eyes before you tilted your head back and let out a guttural moan. He pushed so deeply into your cunt you could’ve sworn that you could see stars.

“Oh? You like that? You like how deep I am?” He hummed out, gripping your hips tightly as your legs shook around his waist.

“Fuck— Yes Min I love it so much–” You whine, nails digging into his shoulders. You were sure marks would be left and they’d be there tomorrow, but it seemed like he didn’t care

“You were such a good little pup today too.. Sitting so obediently for me at the bar,, every guy who came up to you to flirt with you, you rejected.. Such a good pup..” You moaned at the name, clenching hard around him.

“ ‘m a good pup– fer you– only you..” You whimpered out, arching your sweaty back off of the wall and closer to his chest.

“Want it? You want me to give you my cum?” He knew he was close, he could feel it. Twitching inside of you with the way your walls contracted.

“Want it Min, give it to me please–” You gasped, hips shaking with the way he started to rub your clit in figure eights.

“Want it inside? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Give you my litter of pups yeah?” 

“Fuck– Yes please–”  

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You looked back at him, swallowing thickly as you played along, “All my suppressants– I’m out of them–” You whimpered, quickly scrambling to your bed as you hid away underneath the covers.

Seungmin could already feel it in him, the way your scent was so sweet against his nostrils. He just wanted to eat you alive, well not literally..

“Y/N.. Do you want me to go out and get some for you?” He asked, walking to your bed side and lifting the covers to look at you. Fuck you look so good..

Staring back at him you shook your head, trying to hide yourself even more, “It’s okay.. I can last a few days without it..” 

“Your heat goes for almost three weeks, you can’t put yourself through that torture..” He frowned gently, scooting into the bed with you, hands gently grazing up against your waist. You flinched from the touch, thighs squeezing together.

“I jus’ don’t want you to worry about it is all, I’ll be okay..” You shakily nuzzled into his chest, taking in his scent. He smelled like chocolate and strawberries.. So sweet..

He hummed in response, pulling you closer and just letting you get comfortable. He began to relax into your scent, trying to resist the urge of just fucking you right then and there. He wasn’t sure when, but you started to shift. He hummed once more, just before being startled from the way you started to lick at his neck.

Of course, you started off with licking, but soon, you began to kiss. Wet, open mouthed, and sloppy kisses onto the skin. Quickly, he tried to stop you.

“Don’t– you’re in heat and I don't want you to regret anything..” He whispered, and you pouted, legs wrapping around his thigh as you began to grind against it, letting out a whimper.

“But Minnie,, it hurts so bad..” You whined out, trying to relieve some of the pressure, “what would I regret?”

“You have more of a chance of getting pregnant, that's what you’d regret..” He muttered, hand going to your hips to try and stop you, but the way your scent started to overpower his thoughts made him weak.

“What if I want it?” You huff, going back to kiss at his neck and all he could do was throw his head back with a sigh. 

Kissing soon turned into sucking and nibbling, leaving hickeys and love bites all over his neck.

“Fuck—” He moaned, pulling you ontop of him, hands resting at your hips as you lifted your head from his neck. You smiled cheekily at him, leaning closer to his face, inches away from his lips.

You purposefully grinded down on his hard on, causing him to gasp and groan, “You’re so hard..” You hummed out, leaning to his side to press a kiss to his jawline.

“Because your scent is so strong– Your kissing and grinding doesn’t help..” He huffed out, gazing into your lust filled eyes. Hesitating for a moment, he pulled you into a very much needed kiss. 

It was messy, the way both of your lips dragged against each other, spit escaping and trickling down your chin just made it hotter when you pulled away.

“You’re so hot..”

"What happened to not getting me pregnant?”

“I’ll get you plan b in the morning– fuck–” He quickly sat up, resting against the headboard and pulling you closer. You giggled at his little remark, just before grinding down on him hard, a moan releasing from the way it grazed your clit. 

“You have no clue how badly I wanted to fuck you in your heat..” He muttered, lips connecting to your neck and sucking hickeys left and right.

“Yeah? I bet you fantasized about it..” You hummed out, biting your lip and tilting your head back. Ears twitching with the way his hands traveled up your back from underneath your shirt. 

“I did,, I wanted to make you see stars..” He huffed, hands now sliding down your back and lifting your shirt off.

You lightly shake your shoulders, which makes your tits jiggle. It made him grunt before grabbing one and leaning down to suck on your nipples. Moaning you laced your fingers into his hair, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple back and forth.

“Min— that feels so good..” You huffed out, watching as he switched to the other one, giving the same treatment as he pinched the other.

“Hm? Feels good?” He muttered against your skin, causing you to nod quickly and roll your hips. His free hand went down to your shorts, slipping into them and rubbing your clit in circles through your panties. This caused you to gasp and roll your hips again.

“So good— fuck min so good–” You whined, hands gripping at his hair as he pulled away from your nipple and going up to kiss you again. He pulled away just to take off his shirt and switch positions. 

You back up against the plush blankets just made you even more majestic to him. Leaning down he began to kiss down your body, sucking hickeys in any spot he deemed perfect. Your scent just got stronger the lower he got. 

Hands hooking onto the waistband of your shorts and panties, he slid them down your legs, tossing them off somewhere. He looked at the way you glistened for him, almost tempted to lick you clean,, but he wanted to make you feel good rather than taste him. It was your first time in heat after all.

His fingers rubbed up and down your folds, lightly grazing against your clit, causing you to whimper. Seungmin looked back up at you with a smirk. He moved up and brought his middle and ring finger to your mouth, making you suck on them. 

You didn’t mind, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow, locking eyes with him just like you would went sucking him off. He grunted at the thought, pulling his fingers away from your mouth and positioning them at your entrance, just before pushing them in without any warning, and the way they immediately curled into your squishy walls made you clench.

“Ah– Fuuuck–” You moaned out, tossing your head back and biting down on your lip.

He didn’t even give you time to process before he started to finger fuck you rough. It felt so good you couldn’t help but start to squirm and grind against his fingers.

“Min! Augh– Holy shit— Yes right there!” There wasn’t even any time to process before he forced you into submission, eyes rolling back as you came prematurely. For the first time, this was the fastest you came, and he wasn’t even done. 

Taking in your scent even more and ramming his fingers into you, he couldn’t help but watch you convulse and grip at his wrist, “N-No! No more please!” You whined out.

He unwillingly obliged, just before slapping your clit, making you jolt, “You came so fast, how cute is that huh?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek just before licking his fingers off. You just stared at him, doe eyed and lustful.

“You must be sensitive now that your heat is in full effect, yeah? Wonder how many times you can cum..” He huffed, quickly ridding of his shorts and boxers. If there was one thing you couldn’t get over it was the sight of his dick.

You liked to call it ‘big cock syndrome’. It was probably the biggest you’ve ever taken, or even fit inside of you. He was definitely above average, within length and girth. Sometimes you’ve even questioned how you’ve fit it in your mouth.

You watched him as he relaxed back into the bed, you quickly climbed over and sat between his legs. You watched as it twitched against his abdomen.

You wanted nothing more than to suck him dry, hands on his thighs as you scoot back, ass now up in the air with your tail swaying side to side. Taking this chance you look up at him, a small smirk on your face.

Seungmin’s cheeks all red and puffed out as he watches you, hand going to your head, gently rubbing the space in between your ears, making them flatten and you nuzzle into his hand. He thought it was cute.

Once his hand left your head, you kissed at the underside of his cock, just before licking a long strip to the tip, feeling him twitch and watching as his breathing became uneven. You let out a breathy giggle.

If it weren’t for his patience, he would’ve forced your head down on him immediately. Just his luck though because you quickly wrapped your lips around his tip, suckling gently before swirling your tongue. 

You listened to him groan, knowing that it felt good for him. While sucking on just the tip, you let spit form in your mouth before opening it and letting it drip down his length. Hand coming up to rub it all over just made him moan. The way you wrapped your pretty fingers around his length, ready to take him in. 

With a very deep breath, you soon started taking him further, locking eyes with him for a quick moment before closing them and taking in even more. At this point, only half of him was in your mouth. 

Shortly after a bit of bobbing your head up and down, you started to inch him down your throat, slightly gagging before your nose reached his pelvis. Trying your best, your breathed through your noise as you heard him curse over and over again.

‘Shit— Pup that feels- oh—” A hand coming to your head once more, gently petting your hair back and rubbing your ears, causing you to hum in response. 

It was the perfect signal for you to let him throat fuck you. Holding your head in place he began to move his hips, moaning as he watched you gag against him over and over. Tears swelled up in your eyes before they started falling. You looked so fucked out and all he was doing was fucking your throat. 

You couldn’t handle the throbbing in your cunt again, hand going to rub at your clit, moaning almost immediately, and at the instant he forced your head down all the way before continuing to fuck the hell out of your throat. You knew for a fact that he was enjoying this with the way his grunts turned into growls.

“Such a good little pup, taking me down your throat so easily.. You must love this huh? I see you touching yourself.” He teased, pulling your head forcefully off his cock.

You coughed almost immediately, letting all the spit that collected drip onto his dick, just before nodding and humming in response.

“Love it when you fuck my throat, so good Minnie..” You whined out, rubbing your clit faster, wanting to cum once more. He didn’t even have to touch you and you were falling apart. 

“Want your cum down my throat, pretty please,” You quickly went to take him in your mouth again, and almost immediately went for deep throating him. He moaned almost immediately, throwing his head back as you sucked him almost dry.

You wanted it so bad, you wanted his cum down his throat and that thought alone made it harder not to cum. Looking down at you was the moment he broke, the way you looked so desperate for it. 

Hips jolting and thrusting into your mouth before hands went to force you down to his pelvis, making your nose uncomfortably press against it. You didn’t care, moaning against his cock as his seed released down your throat. When you pulled away and showed him your tongue, he smirked.

“Good.. swallowed it all up like a good little slut..” He patted your head again before pulling you up to kiss him.

It was short and simple but it made you more eager than before. Quickly, you got onto your hands and knees. One of his favorite positions was doggystyle, so why not give it to him?

He grunted as he watched your pussy drip with wetness, just waiting for him to put it in. The way you shook your hips just made it even harder to resist.

“So needy.. Why don’t I give you what you want, yeah?” He hummed, quickly lining himself up with your core, thrusting his spit covered cock forwards and watching it glide up and between your ass cheeks. 

You whined, wiggling your hips once more before pulling back, hands going underneath yourself to spread your folds open, “Here minnie, want it here..” 

He chucked, humming as he lined himself up, “I won’t give you a chance to adjust, you know that right?”

“Fuck adjusting, I need you so bad.” You huffed, feeling his tip prodding at your hole. Without hesitation he pushed in and immediately bottomed out.

He huffed and groaned at the way you clenched around him, and like he said, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust. 

He practically rammed into you, every single thrust being fast and rough. He knew you liked it though, with the way your whines and moans slipped past with every thrust. You just knew how deep he was hitting from the way your hand was resting against your abdomen and the way you could feel him though it. 

Your arms gave out, one hand gripping onto the bed sheets while the other went to rub your clit. Eyes rolling in the back of your head, you let out a scream of pleasure, one of many to come along. 

Maybe it was your heat, but you felt so sensitive today, and he was more than excited. 

“Awh, poor pup is screaming huh? That must feel so good huh?” He chuckled, pushing into you deep as you let out a groan, tears forming in your eyes again.

“S-so good Min! Fuck— harder please!” You rubbed your clit faster, hips rolling forward before he grabbed your tail, causing you to gasp. The way he forced you back on to his dick had you seeing stars. You came once again, this time on his cock. He definitely didn’t stop there.

His thrusts only got harder and faster, deeper even. The way you clenched on him had him on edge, but he wasn’t gonna give in so easily. “AH– Ohmygodmin! Shit–Shit!” You couldn’t even for a sentence to tell him how overstimulated you felt.

Soon enough, those words became incoherent ones as he drilled into you mercilessly. You had tears streaming down your face, fingerprints on your hips as he gripped tighter and tighter. Your moans become hoarse and desperate. Scratchy and uneven. 

The moment he started growling, you knew it was happening.

“Fuck– Min gimmie it” You moaned out, hand running to your clit again, rubbing to catch up to his orgasm as quick as possible.

“Want me to fill your little pussy up? I’ll give you my pups. Take it for me and have it.” He groaned out, leaning over to start nibbling on your ears. It didn’t even take you a moment to process before you started releasing all over his cock again. 

That sent him over the edge however, cock twitching as his hips stilled, releasing long white streaks of cum to cover your walls. His groans became growls, practically sounding feral as he released. His grip on your hips just tightened even more with the way that you fucked back onto him.

You were out of breath, and felt so fucked out that at one point you blanked. The next, you were cleaned up, in what was seungmin’s shirt, and snuggled up to him in the covers. 

When he realized you were awake, he smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “You blanked out as soon as we finished, and I didn’t want to wake you so I cleaned you up..” He told you, causing you to hum in response and snuggle into him.

“Thanks..” You muttered, feeling him squeeze you gently before speaking up.

“I wanted to ask,, what exactly are we?” 

“Whatever you want to be? I mean, I’m not opposed to dating it’s just–”

“Frowned upon I know” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Well, who cares what they say? How about you just be my little pup and we can forget about those shitheads, yeah?” He said in one of the sweetest tones you’ve heard from him.

“I’d like that..”

[a-rat-who-writes]

Cove's Alphabet SFW

The safe-for-work version of Cove Holden's Alphabet is finally here! Enjoy my lovelies. (Took so much longer to write because it has over double the word count than the NSFW one <3) ALSO! This version is for all genders, so if you find something that is tailored specifically to a woman or male, lmk and I'll correct it :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Cove loves to hold your hand and do the little thumb thing where he rubs it against the side of your hand. He often holds your hand whenever you two are around each other, no matter the circumstance. You two are walking to a beach? He’ll hold your hand. He’s kissing you? He reaches for your hand. It’s a little intimate act that doesn’t make him embarrassed, and it means a lot to be able to stay within arms reach of you at all times. He also has a thing for placing his lips somewhere where you did or eating a portion of food where you also ate part of it. For example, if you two are out on a little date night and you both get different desserts, he will ask to try whatever dessert you’re eating only because he likes the idea of indirectly kissing like this. If you offer him any food, he will almost always put his mouth not directly, but on half of the area you already bit out of rather than on the opposite side of the food, like a sandwich.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You two met when you both were very young, obviously, and you two bonded more over how Cove didn’t know how to deal with his trauma with his family's divorce and moving to a new place. If we are sticking with this idea, he grew fond of you very quickly because you were the first person he met in Sunset Bird, and you always tried your best to include him in different activities or to spend one-on-one time with him to learn about his interests; he naturally also began doing that with you too! If we are wanting to be a bit annoying and say you two really became friends in step 2 or 3, he already knew you since he often saw you when he went to the beach and because you lived right across the street. He made small gestures like offering you a drink (A Caprisun or something) and you would accept it. Or.. he would ask you something about school since you two went to the same one, like: "MC, um… do you happen to know how to solve for x?" or "I’m stuck on my fourth quote. Can you help me find something to use? I looked so many times, but nothing fits with my topic sentence." Of course, you would always help him because you either had no clue yourself or because you were better at the subject he asked about, which allowed you two to bond more often. When helping him with something, he always got sidetracked by pointing something out about your room or telling you something that went on in his day and wanting your opinion about it. Regardless of when you both became friends, he always had little inside jokes with you, and you both often wore them out too quickly, or he would always tell you random facts he learned about the sea, like: "Did you know jellyfish are just floating blobs and they don’t think?" or: "The male seahorse actually gives birth instead of the female one, so do you think that means they still have the same lower regions like humans or do you think it’s swapped?" Regardless, there is always something stewing in Cove’s mind that he is more than happy to ask you about.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Cove is an absolute sucker for cuddling—just not in his bed. You two have cuddled on multiple occasions when you were both friends, such as when the two of you watched a movie together, he often sat next to you, and somehow you both ended up falling asleep, his head resting on yours. If the two of you are dating, he often gets too flustered to sleep next to you in his bed because he can get very flustered when being absolutely alone with you and in such intimate proximity. He often lets you cuddle him when the two of you are just relaxing at his house on a couch, or if he is exhausted from his work shift, he will make a beeline for your house after work and rest his head on your lap while mindlessly telling you about the random shenanigans of his work day. (Bonus points if you put Cove’s front hair into a ponytail or if you just thread your fingers through his hair, which often makes him blush due to how good it feels.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) At some point, he wouldn’t be against moving in regardless of you two being friends, dating, or engaged. He won’t ever tell you he is a bit of a messy person, and you will find out the exact day you move in that he is a little bit of a slob. He doesn’t leave random dishes around, but he has random shirts strewn across his room, and sometimes he’ll leave dishes unwashed for days, but he eventually gets to doing it. He also barely uses his closet. He often just picks out shirts and pants from the basket he threw them in after washing his clothes, rather than putting them away like a civil human being. (You’ll just have to deal with the sand problem because somehow, regardless of whether he was going swimming that day, he tracks sand into the main entryway.) He also cannot cook for shit, but he can prepare miscellaneous foods that his mom taught him to cook, like chicken or tacos. His cooking abilities are very limited, but if there is a food you really enjoy, he will take the time while you are out to figure out how to cook it and eventually master it and cook it for you one night to impress you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Cove would always try to fix any problems between you two, but if things just became too much to bear, i.e: you constantly cheating on him or you doing something he’s told you make him uncomfortable too many times, he will find a way regardless of what you did to be nice until the end. He would sit you down wherever you live and have a genuine calm conversation with you, and when it gets to the point where he has to say the five words (We need to break up), he begins to tear up himself. During the whole conversation, he will hold your hand to try and comfort you, but really, it’s him coming to terms that it will be the last time he will be doing something like that with you or whoever he is breaking up with. After the conversation is done, which probably takes an hour and a half because he often beats around the bush, he will leave and beat himself up for the next couple of days before he gets over it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Cove would definitely love to make you his wife/partner/husband at some point after you two are somewhat stable. Depending on when you propose to him or he proposes to you (If step 3), he prefers to stay engaged to you for a couple years before marrying you, then wait a little while longer before having kids. If you have issues or you just prefer not to be married, Cove totally understands, and he is willing to treat you like his forever partner, even if you both aren’t engaged. Ideally, Cove would like to marry you on the spot because you have such a chokehold on him, but, realistically, you two get married when you canonically would, so around 24. Regardless of when you get engaged, he will wait a couple years or whenever you are ready to settle down.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) More often than not, Cove is a gentle person over a rough one. Especially when the two of you are getting intimate, he will always stay really gentle—more so the first couple of times—but he will treat you with respect. Physically, he always tries to gently hold your hand or caress your cheek gently before you two kiss to make things not only more sensual but also more comfortable. Emotionally, he will often not directly address an issue between you two but instead hint at it, trying his best to not hurt your feelings, even if he is the one annoyed by whatever.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Cove loves hugs. He isn’t an overhugger, but he won’t ever turn you down if you ask for one. Especially if he is sad about something, he will cling to you like a sloth to a tree, crying into your shoulder, because we all know he is a bit of a crybaby. (In the best way possible, of course.) He often goes under rather than over, so he can hold your waist and put his face down on your shoulder. If you are sad and need a hug, he will always tightly hold you (especially if you have sensory issues) and keep you pressed against him while gently rubbing circles with his palm into your back. If you two are being intimate, the first thing he will do after you two finish is hug you tightly, even if it was a quickie and you needed to leave ASAP.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) He didn’t want to spring the three words on you too quickly in case you weren’t comfortable with admitting that to him yourself, so he waited, but also because he was a little nervous himself to admit he had such strong feelings for you. After 1 to 3 months, he will accidentally let it slip once. The very first time he said it to you was when you two were having a mini movie night at his house and the two of you were cuddled up on one of the main floor's couches, sharing a fleece blanket. At some point during the movie, you two end up kissing, and after he pulls away he rubs your cheek with his thumb gently and looks into your eyes before whispering under his breath: "God, I love you so much…". Your eyes almost popped out of your head when he said that, and when the words processed in his head, his hand that caressed your cheek instantly went to his mouth. You look a bit anxious yourself, reassuring him that it was adorable (Bonus points if this is when you also tell him you love him for the first time). You put your hands on either side of his head, sitting on your knees now, and you tell him how you are so glad he told you, and it means so much to you that he was finally able to say it. This makes you wonder, though: how many times before did he think about saying I love you in his head but never verbally?

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Cove is pretty good when it comes to jealousy, so he won’t ever get nervous when you have any guy or girl friends (Depending on your gender and your sexuality). He believes in loyalty and faith, so he puts his full trust in you, but when someone flirts with you and you play into it a little, whether you’re aware of it yourself or not, he will shift over to you and put a hand on your waist, or he will pull a: "How’re you feeling [insert pet name you enjoy], good, I hope?" and he gives you a kiss on the forehead. This is usually enough to shut whatever down, but if it isn't, he will begin glaring at whoever is flirting with you, and he will insert himself into whatever conversation, acting a bit passive-aggressive because whoever wasn’t taking the hint.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Usually, Cove gets nervous with PDA, so the kisses you share are often short and sweet, such as quick pecks on the lips or a few seconds, but he makes up for it by following up with a kiss on your cheek. When the two of you are alone, the kisses are usually more lengthy, and he likes giving you quiet praise after you two finish (exactly how he accidentally let ‘I love you’ slip because it was natural). He likes to be kissed anywhere, honestly. On his head, hand, arms, chest, stomach, and, if you’re feeling a bit risque, on his inner thighs. Every kiss you give him, he cherishes, regardless of the placement. He often likes to kiss your cheeks, forehead, and the back of your palm. If he is feeling a bit risque, then he likes to give you kisses on your ankles (Bonus points if you are wearing an anklet).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) You’d think he would get flustered around kids, but he is surprisingly good with them because Derek would sometimes bring Nico and Jorge over to Cove’s place, or Cove would go over to help watch them. Derek showed Cove the different tactics Nico often pulled to get his way, and he made sure to tell Cove all the important details about children, such as how to entertain them and what things to keep away from them. Cove can often handle children, even when they do gross things such as pick their noses or poop in their diapers, which he often takes care of himself, and if you two choose to have a child, he will be the primary one to take care of that. If you two have children or adopt, he is definitely the type to cry when you point out how old they're getting, even if they are 2.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Cove will often wake up a bit late, such as 10–11 am if he isn’t needed to go out anywhere, and he likes cuddling with you even while you both are awake in bed. He could spend a whole day just not getting out of bed and shifting positions with you in bed because he enjoys your warmth. If you are more of an early bird, he will often tighten his arms around your waist and keep you close to him, nuzzling his nose into the crease of your neck until you shake him off. If you two don’t spend the night together, you often go over to his house and wake him up by tugging at his hair, to which he will grab your hand and pull you closer to him if the two of you are dating. He won’t realize what he did at first, but when he does, he will get flustered and turn over, apologizing. He is slow to get out of bed and to brush his teeth, so his hair often goes unbrushed until after breakfast, unless you decide to brush it for him (Bonus points if you give him head kisses while you brush his hair).

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) If you two are dating, he won’t bring up sleeping next to each other but instead ‘cuddle before you go home’. You don’t tell him, but you love it when he is so nervous about this because if he had just asked you directly, it wasn’t as if you’d turn him down anyway. He tries to stay up as late as you do, so if you go to sleep early, he will often watch a show or something while playing with your hair and giving you the occasional head kiss. He also loves nuzzling your nose when you’re sleepy, don’t ask him why, he just does. If you often stay up late, then he will try his best to stay by your side, whether he falls asleep in your bed or is sitting down beside your desk on the floor and falls asleep with his head against the seat of your chair. You will wake him up when you’re done, and he groggily gets up, clinging to you until you get in bed. Even if you need to change into pajamas, he will often just lend you his shirt, regardless of whether he has a spare, so you can lay down quicker with him. Or, if you need to brush your teeth, he will have his hands across your stomach and his head on top of yours / on your shoulder until you're done, and then he gets a little giddy when you tell him you’re done, laying down with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) You two were friends before you both began dating, so you already knew a lot about him. If you ask him anything, he doesn’t mind telling you (especially if you ask him when you’re making/getting him a gift, he’ll pretend he has no idea why you’re asking him the question just to see your happy face when you give it to him). He isn’t a closed-off person; instead, he is more of an open book, but he is a bit nervous to tell you about what he likes intimately (Canon), but he will tell you in a quiet voice. Don’t ask him to repeat what he likes in intimate scenarios after he tells you once or twice in the same conversation because he will get too flustered and shut down. It’s a bit of a turn-on for him when you know all the little things about him, so he often mentions if he likes something mid-conversation if you two are on the topic about it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) He is a pretty patient guy. Obviously, if you don’t understand something he doesn’t mind re-explaining it to you, and he actually finds it funny if you need something repeated more than twice. He is also patient when you get ready for dates if you’re the type to take over an hour to get ready. He enjoys sitting in the bathroom with you and watching you put on makeup (If you put it on) or style your hair / put it up. (If you do.) If you two are meeting up for a date, then he will wait all day for you, but how could you ever leave him waiting?

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) For Cove, it’s a mix of it all. There are weirdly specific things he memorizes about you, like if you don’t like a specific condiment or if you put your hair behind your ear / tie it up when you are looking down at something, but he can’t remember your favorite color some days. If you bring up a music artist you often listen to, he will silently remind himself to keep it in mind, and he will write it down on his phone’s notes app so he doesn’t forget. He won’t tell you, but it got to the point where his notes app had too long of a list, so he switched over to Google Docs, and he has over 3 pages worth of information about what you like/dislike and why. Things he specifically memorizes are physical stuff about you, like your favorite jewelry or how you like to dress. When the two of you go out and spend a day together or go on a date, he, for some reason, counts the number of different pieces of jewelry you wear (if you do), as if you’ll ask him at the end of the night.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Every day with you is something special to Cove, so it would be hard for Cove to choose a specific moment, but back when you two were younger (Step 2) and you two went on that road trip, he’s really fond of the entire trip because he not only enjoyed the get-together and mix of your families, but he also likes that you specifically wear anklets for him now on because that was when you first found out he liked them. Despite him hitting his head on the top of the RV, he finds it funny now, and he can make fun of his little self for how flustered he was. (Bonus points if you tell him he isn’t any different currently.) (Bonus bonus points if you do something that makes him extremely flustered to prove your point.)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Typically, Cove would prefer to handle things with words rather than physically needing to deal with someone, so if someone were to badger you or annoy you, he would put his arm in front of you and be straightforward with a stern voice. Cove believes you can handle yourself for the most part, but he will always step in if you give him a glance or if you seem overwhelmed by someone. Typically, when Cove talks about something important, he beats around the bush a bit, but he won’t ever stand for someone disrespecting you. He will make sure you feel safe, and after everything is dealt with, he'll give you many kisses.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Cove is definitely dedicated to any and all relationships he was/is in, so no matter what, he will remember your birthday, the time you two had your first date, and your anniversary, making sure to give you something or take you somewhere on that day. Just as it is important to you, it’s important to Cove to celebrate the days you both start a new beginning with each other, even if it’s a small step like when you two first kissed. (A little HC is that on your birthday he had a small gift he gave to you when the two of you were alone, and it was an anklet in your favorite color.) If there is something you typically need as an everyday thing, such as a hug, compliment, kiss, or even simple good morning/goodnight texts, Cove will make sure to pick up on those habits and do them as much as possible.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Canonically, Cove often wipes his hands on his shorts, so multiple of his shorts have tiny stains on them. Staying on the food topic, Cove definitely is also a bit of a messy eater, leaving crumbs around his lips and on his shorts/pants after a meal. (Bonus points if you wipe it off for him.) (Bonus, BONUS points if you wipe a condiment off the side of his mouth and then lick it off your finger.) Cove also gives off naive vibes, so if you lie about something such as, "Cove, did you know that if you sneeze with your eyes open, they’ll pop out of your head?" Cove at first didn’t believe you, but the more he thought about it, the more he freaked out about it, and he now makes sure to always close his eyes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) For the most part, Cove is pretty laid-back about his appearance, but he always makes sure he is wearing matching clothes. Somehow he never wears matching socks, but that’s beside the point. Something that he is a bit more strict about is his hair, though. He can spend roughly 10 minutes just trying to make his hair sweep around his cheeks properly because the night before he slept on it funny. He groans when it doesn’t look normal in the mirror after the first initial brushes, and then he increasingly feels the need to make it perfect before his dad or you usher him out of the bathroom.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Nope. Plain and simple, if he ever lost (as in died), he would never be able to forgive himself if he ever moved on from you, and he would spend the rest of his life indulging in the things you liked and weren’t able to do yet. On a less intense note, though, he doesn’t like to go more than a week without speaking to you, especially when he goes to visit his mom. As you are his childhood best friend, you are probably—no, definitely—the most important thing in his life, regardless of whether the two of you end up dating. He often spends a lot of his time just thinking about you, if not hanging out with or talking to you. He has a life outside of you with other friends and his parents, but a lot of his life is surrounded by you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way because you’ve made such an impact on him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Cove is the type to overload you with different memes and tiktoks. Even if the two of you are sitting next to each other, he will either text you a tiktok or send it to your account and watch your reaction. At the end of the day, if you don’t avidly keep up with his messages, you’ll end up with around 30 messages—if not more from Cove just consisting of tiktoks that are the ones that say ‘Us’ and then a picture, or a tiktok of a random fact if you are a girl, and ask "IS THIS TRUE???" and then send a tiktok of a girl peeling her skin off, explaining that she needs to shed her old skin on her period.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Canonically, Cove dislikes people who often push back plans or don’t follow through with them, such as pushing a date back multiple times because you wanted to hang out with your friends. He also dislikes people who won’t accept help and who are adamant about not accepting any sort of gift from him. He is the type to spoil his partner, and if you won’t accept any of his gifts, that will often put him down and make him uneasy. Something else that would irk Cove, since he is a bit of a messy person, is if his partner was someone super strict about cleaning or organization and pushed their rules onto him, he would be reluctant to date you, knowing his habits would make you frustrated and him too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Cove love, love, loves to cuddle when he finally gets comfortable sleeping in the same bed/area with you. He ideally likes to cuddle where the two of you are facing each other or where one of you has your head in the other's chest while holding each other. If he is having a rough day, he definitely sleeps on his stomach and tends to shift positions a lot at night. He also has a habit of quietly snoring if you two do a lot in the day or after the two of you were intimate. Don’t ask me why, but Cove definitely is a blanket hog, but after you wake him up to have him give you some of the blankets, he will sleepily and excessively apologize.

[goodqueenaly]

I wanted to appreciate a few aspects of Aegon III’s life and personality that feel reflected or paralleled in the life and personality of his son Baelor.

For one, Gyldayn makes a very brief mention that “[a]s a man grown, [Aegon III] … was known to wear a hair shirt under the velvets and satins required of a king”. We know virtually nothing about Aegon III’s personal piety, but it is at least possible that during his adult years the king undertook this sign of self-mortification, usually (and certainly in Westeros) associated with religious repentance, because he sought to contextualize the terrible calamities of his life in the Faith of the Seven. Perhaps the king, who had witnessed and endured so much terrible loss during his childhood, wanted to personally repent for what he might have seen as the sins of his family and/or the realm (compare, say, my suggestions on Alysanne Osgrey potentially having done the same if she voluntarily chose to join the silent sisters). The selfish ambitions of both black and green factions, resulting in the chaos and destruction of the Dance for both House Targaryen and (perhaps even more importantly, in the king's mind) the people of Westeros, were, so Aegon III might have seen them, national tragedies for which he, as king of that nation, would offer himself as a sort of sacrificial victim. Maybe Aegon decided that he would suffer, regularly and personally, so that his people would never suffer; if their king undertook this penance, he would perhaps be that much less likely to forget the suffering his own family had caused them. 

We do not know at this point whether Baelor himself specifically wore a hair shirt, although I certainly would not be surprised if GRRM reveals as much in the future: after all, Lancel Lannister, who himself has venerated the memory of Blessed Baelor (and whose marriage to Amerei Frey broadly mirrors Baelor’s marriage to Daena Targaryen) had as of AFFC taken to wearing a hair shirt. Even if he did not do so, however, Baelor used other means of self-mortification as demonstrations of his devotion and humility. Indeed, his journey to Dorne served as a sort of personal repentance for what Baelor seems to have seen as the sins of Daeron’s war in Dorne: by walking barefoot, clad only in sackcloth, Baelor subjected himself to physical pain and deprivation explicitly as (so Yandel quotes him) an “act of piety” in suing for peace. Likewise, during his reign, Baelor engaged in penitent fasts, depriving himself of all but the barest amount of bread and water in contrition for both his own sinful feelings and broader events he regretted: his apparent lusts, the short-lived twins born to his cousin Naerys, and the birth of Daemon Waters to his sister Daena. By physically harming himself almost to the point of death (and - ostensibly - actually, in the end), Baelor seems to have wished to repent for what he believed were the sinful natures of not just himself but also the wider world (including other Targaryens), much as his father may have wanted to use the wearing of a hair shirt to atone for the chaos and destruction of the Dance and the associated guilt of House Targaryen. 

Gyldayn also notes that during the Winter Fever, the young King Aegon III “spent his days visiting the sick, and often sat with them for hours, sometimes holding their hands in his own, or soothing their fevered brows with cool, damp cloths”. While Aegon's Kingsguard were apparently horrified by the king’s willingness to visit the sick and physically interact with them, those who survived the infection reportedly praised the king’s “healing hands” as the explanation for their survival. Aegon III may have believed in the “magic in a king’s touch” which Gyldayn relates as a smallfolk superstition, or the supposed Targaryen disease resistance/immunity (which, for the record, I think is in practice bullshit, but that’s mostly beside the point), but his actions objectively demonstrated a true courage on Aegon’s part. That the Winter Fever had already proven devastating by the time Aegon III began his visits to the sick was clear: this was a disease which had wiped out half the population of Sisterton, struck down thousands in White Harbor, Gulltown, Maidenpool, and Duskendale, and reportedly killed three quarters of those infected. Yet Aegon III did not apparently hesitate to go personally to the bedsides of the infected and dying, and not merely as a passive observer either. By himself holding their hands, wiping their brows, and allowing the sick the opportunity to have someone to speak to during a time of mandated isolation and fear (no less a person than the king himself, in fact), Aegon underlined his resolve to serve his people, no matter their rank or status. No king was so great, Aegon III may have wanted to show, that he could not put himself at the service of the least of his people; he had been made king not to glory in the throne but to use his power for the benefit of those he ruled. 

Aegon III’s personal devotion to the sick, crossing the divide of rank, reminds me of a very brief allusion to an action taken by Baelor the Blessed. In “Davos IV” ASOS, after Stannis astounds Axell Florent by stating his intent to hear Davos’ opinion on his, Axell’s, planned attack against Claw Isle, Davos compares Axell’s reaction to “the look that proud Lord Belgrave must have worn, the day King Baelor the Blessed had commanded him to wash the beggar's ulcerous feet”. Given Baelor’s dedication to characteristic expressions of charity for the benefit of his poorest subjects - Yandel describing how Baelor “emptied the treasury regularly to fund his charitable acts, including the year when he donated a loaf of bread daily to every man and woman in the city” - Baelor may have decided to take matters a step farther, literally serving his subjects by washing the feet of the poor. Likewise, given Davos’ description of that Lord Belgrave as “proud”, it may have been the case (and not mutually exclusively with the prior thought) that Baelor specifically ordered this lord to wash a beggar’s feet to teach him, Belgrave, the same humility and commitment to (what Baelor saw as) the service of the poor as he, Baelor, professed. Just as Stannis had summarily humbled Ser Axell by promoting the worth of a smallfolk (or, at least, about as close as the series ever gets in its POV characters), so Baelor, it appears, wanted to humble Lord Belgrave by reminding him that even the greatest in the land could and should recognize the worth of the least, as represented by that beggar. (It perhaps goes without saying that, as GRRM has already explicitly cited Jesus as inspiration for the appearance of Baelor, so the author may also have been thinking about the Gospel account of Jesus washing the feet of the Apostles at the Last Supper for inspiration for this moment, as well as the royal practice of this rite on Maundy Thursday in, for example, any number of European monarchies.)

Whatever the specific context of this moment, I see again certain parallels between Baelor and Aegon III. Just as Aegon III would define his reign as one of service to his subjects - disdaining elaborate crowns in favor of a simple gold band, and promising not feasts and progresses but “full bellies and dancing bears” - so Baelor may have had that same desire to place the needs of his people first and foremost. As Aegon III had proven that being king required the readiness, even eagerness to care for one’s subjects on a personal, indeed intimate level, so Baelor may have wanted to emphasize that neither he nor any of his aristocrats could rest on their feudal privileges when faced with the miseries of the poor. The beggar afflicted with those “ulcerous feet” deserved, so I think Baelor believed, as much aid and compassion as did those infected with the Winter Fever during Aegon III’s reign, whom his father had so selflessly tended. These were the crown’s people, and they were suffering; it was, consequently, the crown’s responsibility, father and son may have agreed, to ease their sufferings as much as possible, either by the king doing so himself or (and again, perhaps not mutually exclusively) ordering his vassals to do the same. 

What I like about both of these examples is the way GRRM has the opportunity, as he continues to write about this period, to compare father and son and draw parallels between them. While on the surface Aegon III and Baelor may not appear particularly similar - and while their respective styles and philosophies of rule demonstrated pretty stark differences from one another - they are not entirely different personalities either. Baelor the septon-king did not emerge from a vacuum; he spent the first roughly 13 years of his life as the son of King Aegon III, who had himself been king for a decade by the time Baelor was born. As GRRM has so brilliantly discussed father-son relationships throughout his Westerosi works (see, for example, in “The Mystery Knight”), so I hope he uses Aegon III and Baelor as another chance to connect seemingly very disparate monarchs in paternal-filial influence. 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jessica Valenti at Abortion, Every Day:

I don’t usually dedicate a whole newsletter to one issue, but what’s happening with anti-abortion strategy requires as much today. Despite their November wins, Republicans know that they’ve lost Americans on abortion rights—and that the issue continues to be Democrats’ most powerful weapon. It’s not just that 81% of Americans believe that the government shouldn’t be involved in abortion at all—which is incredible enough on its own—but that support for abortion is spiking in Republican stronghold states like Tennessee. Conservatives know that these kinds of numbers will make it very, very difficult for them to enact their anti-abortion agenda under the new administration without voter backlash. Whether it’s federal policies like Comstock or just run-of-the-mill anti-abortion legislation in the states, Republicans need to tell Americans a new story that goes beyond ‘abortion is murder.’

Enter conservative strategist Heather Higgins, CEO of Independent Women’s Voice (IWV), and her latest column at Fox News. As much as I hate linking to Fox, the piece is actually a super helpful look into what we can expect from anti-abortion messaging in 2025.

First, what’s important to know about Higgins is that she works specifically on making Republicans’ misogyny more palatable to women voters. If you go to IWV’s website, for example, you’ll see things like an anti-trans petition framed as the “Stand Up For Sisterhood Petition.” And after Roe was overturned, internal IWV memos were leaked outlining a strategy to use feminist language to downplay the negative impact of abortion bans. (Remember this absolutely bonkers ad? That’s her.)

Higgins is also a powerful player who Republican politicians listen to. You may recall that GOP leaders like Mitch McConnell considered moving away from the term ‘pro-life’ after being presented with polling that revealed it no longer resonated with voters. That, too, was Higgins. All of which is to say—she’s worth paying attention to. In her Fox column, Higgins digs deeper into the idea that ‘pro-life’ has a “toxic brand/perception”—largely because Americans see it as “support for only the fetus, not the woman.” Which is…correct! (I mean, really, it’s hard to claim otherwise when you have Republicans arguing in front of a federal court that women should be legally forced to lose limbs and organs before getting an abortion.) Higgins also suggests that part of the reason Republicans won in November is because they listened to her abortion messaging advice: She lauds Donald Trump for talking frequently about ‘exceptions,’ and other Republicans for claiming to oppose a national abortion ban.

[...] In other words, she wants Republicans to sound pro-choice. Otherwise known as lying. This is exactly what I’ve been warning about for months: That conservatives’ abortion messaging strategy for the new administration would focus on pretending to be as pro-choice as possible. We’ve already seen what this looks like in action. It’s Republican politicians framing their funding of anti-abortion crisis pregnancy centers as “support for women and families”—a way to feign caring about women even as they strip away our rights. Or conservatives’ cultural campaign against birth control, in which they dispatch ‘wellness’ or ‘tradwife’ creators to weaponize the very real issue of medical sexism to sow distrust in hormonal contraception. [...]

To be clear, conservatives co-opting feminist language is nothing new. You only need to look at organizations with names like “Feminists for Life” or “Independent Women’s Forum” to know that. And in some ways, this strategy has been a long time coming: Over the last ten years or so, anti-abortion activists have gone from calling women murderers to saying that women ‘deserve better’ than abortion. Don’t get me wrong, plenty of them still call women killers, but that’s not where the mainstream groups are anymore. At least, not publicly. These organizations may be working hard to sound feminist and woman-friendly, but they haven’t changed their beliefs, policies or extremism. They’ve simply dressed it up nicer. That’s why this strategy is an easy one to dismantle, if we’re willing to do the work. It’s easy to make fun of anti-abortion groups using feminist language. Because they are, of course, ridiculous. But we need to stop taking for granted the idea that everyone else understands the same.

Love this column from Jessica Valenti reminding us that there is no such thing as “pro-life feminism.” Certain anti-abortion activists are deceptively using feminist-sounding language to soften up support for regressive abortion bans.

[caffeineandsociety]

There's a very unique flavor to the objectification of white women that I would call Macguffinization.

It holds up white women as a type of resource that everyone, just EVERYONE is always going to be fighting over. The idea is that good, strong cishet white men deserve them, but the horrible, horrible ~lesser~ men are always trying to STEAL or DESTROY them. You know, like the priceless artifact of the week in an adventure show. White women, so the narrative goes, are in CONSTANT danger from gangs of roving strangers who would love nothing more than to hurt them just as a power flex. If a white woman sets foot outside her home unsupervised, especially at night, she will vanish never to be seen again at the hands of some moustache-twirling cartoon villain.

This is believed by white men, in the sense that they want to protect their property - and it's sold to white women, as an extension of the knowledge of how all women are objectified. It becomes very, very hard to see where actual facts like "dating as a woman sucks ass because men are trained from birth that they're entitled to a hot girlfriend, even not being into men doesn't make you immune because so many think they'll somehow be the exception" end and stranger danger distortions along the lines of "if I ever speak to a strange man I'm going to end up dismembered in a ditch oh god oh fuck I'm surrounded by monsters and nowhere is safe" (a.k.a. Missing White Woman Syndrome) begin.

And I would point to this as an example of how intersectionality does NOT mean that the experience of the most privileged subgroup of a marginalized group is just a Default Version that other marginalizations add onto. While the lines in the sand of who is and isn't affected by this are much blurrier than oversimplified models of the concept claim - any woman, hell, any PERSON might internalize these messages in this specific way - they are, first and foremost, targeted at white women. The objectification WOC face as primary targets looks much, much different.

And the thing about it is, the way it's sold to white women, it's almost flawlessly designed to keep spawning "liberation" ideologies that ultimately go nowhere. This is the problem with White Feminism - not that it's frivolous and generically short-sighted (hmm, I wonder what gender that's a persistent stereotype of?), but that while it challenges the idea that men are more competent in areas that are very obviously irrelevant to gender, it does next to nothing when it comes to finding that line where "people are raised to be giant sexist assholes in both conscious and subconscious ways" ends and "I'm going to end up with my family sobbing over my tragic death on a true crime documentary because I forgot my mace at home oh fuck they can smell my defenselessness I'm doomed" begins. Because it doesn't acknowledge that the overwhelming majority of violence against women is committed by someone they know at least decently well. It doesn't present the idea that a poor man of color with a white work van might just be a day laborer rather than a sex trafficker, maybe, possibly. In fact, it frequently does the opposite in trying to stress that the issues faced by women are real and serious.

Which, at the end of the day, only ends up reinforcing the status quo - that white women are living Macguffins, a natural resource, walking breathing chunks of unobtanium, that need to be protected by the great and glorious white man.

This is why you cannot dismantle misogyny without dismantling white supremacy.

[stars-n-spice]

A Piece of Cake - Ch. 1

"Step One: Panic"

Summary: The Bad Batch & Co. attempt to throw a surprise party for Omega. It should be a piece of cake, right? Only, they realize in order to have a party, you must have a cake, and in order to have a cake, you have to actually have the ingredients for it. Word Count: 4.6k Tags: Fix-It, Tech Lives, Post "Canon," Domestic Fluff

You would think that an elite squad such as Clone Force 99 with their years of experience on the battlefield would be good at planning ahead and being ready for the unknown, but that is far from the case. 

Despite their skillsets, they’ve come to find that being a civilian is harder than it looks and the adjustment to that life hasn't been easy. But they’re the Bad Batch - they live for the unpredictable and for the improv. They live for a challenge. Even if change is difficult and something that’s hard to handle, over time they’ve managed to slowly adjust to their lives on Pabu. Some days were easier than others, a lot of their nights were rougher than most, but at the end of the day, their new lives were all they could ever hope for and more. 

They could try their hand at ‘normal’ things. They could be a ‘normal’ family (thought they were far from it) and with that came the concept of birthdays. 

Birthdays were always a particular thing–they never really talked about it or bothered with them while in the GAR or even after–but once settling into Pabu and attending a few of them, Omega expressed a desire to have something special like a birthday. 

And if Omega wanted something, her brothers were going to make sure she got it. 

It was Wrecker’s idea, he brought it up one day on the beach to Hunter while Omega was out of earshot, playing in the waves with Batcher and Lyana. After having seen and heard Omega’s subtle desires to have a birthday, Wrecker thought it would be nice to have something like that for her and Hunter immediately agreed to the idea. 

From there they told Tech, who immediately went into looking through as many databanks he could to see if he could find any information about when Omega was “birthed” from her tube. Echo helped look too, but the pair found nothing–no record of anything that might give them an idea of what day it specifically was, much to their disappointment. 

It was Crosshair who suggested to have the day be the day they met Omega. The day everything went to shit but paved the way to change their lives like none of them would have ever expected. 

The day they formally met Omega was a day none of them would ever forget, despite everything that went wrong on that day, so they agreed to have the birthday on that date to celebrate her and the light she brought to their lives and to the galaxy itself. 

Lucky for them, it was in a few rotations, so they planned for a big surprise party, making sure to keep it as much as a secret as possible (Wrecker almost let it slip a few times) from Omega to make it all the more special. They got their partners in on it as well and soon, they had a plan set for the day to make sure that things went as smoothly as possible. 

Well, as smoothly as things could go for the Bad Batch.

“What do you mean we need eggs?” 

Read the Rest on A03!

[estbela]

The Birth of Nations(or at least my headcanons about it)

So, for some time I've been thinking about how nations come into being. So I decided to write down the way it works in my hetalia verse (no promises on not changing my mind one day tho)

Nations can come into being in multiple ways, some being more common than others. The known ways in which a nation can be born is:

Sometimes, randomly, they can "spring from the earth", at least that's what they call it. Nations sometimes just randomly appear, typically as infants or babies, or toddlers(very rarely do they spring from the earth in any other stages of life, though it can happen) . There isn't one specific location they appear in, although where they appear might tell something about them. Some nations who don't remember their parents (if they had any) and origins might claim to have been born this way. It's a pretty common way that nations are born, and those born this way are called "autochthon(plural: autochthones)" like the men that would spring from the earth/soil, the rocks & trees in greek mythology. Sometimes these nations might have features from other personifications, and might be in some strange way the "children" of other nations(or sinply just ambigously related), so they are also a way for nation to reproduce I guess, if they can't in the usual way. Nobody has a solid idea on how it works(but people try to figure it out, to prevent it or to make it happen), but there are many superstitions, myths & beliefs about it among nationkind(that some consider to be nothing more than old wives' tales in modern times, especially younger nations).

They can be born from 2 nation parents, and in that way they essentially have all the attributes of a nation (immortality, a little screwed up perception of how time passes etc.) but do not have to necessarily personify something. They can simply exist(although later in life, sometimes accidentally or not, they may start to personify something). Some consider that these beings that are the children of nations but do not personify anything should be called something else, but no one has come up with a name for them yet. (And really, nation is not exactly a great term since, at least in my hetalia verse, personifications of many things besides countries exist, such as some regions, cities, states etc)

A nation parent and a human. This is a pretty unstable way of a nation being born, because there's no knowing how children born out of this union might be like. They might be born a nation, they might be a seemingly normal human, or they might be in a...strange "compromise of sorts" between the two. These "crosses" can have attributes of humans and nations mixed together. If they are immortal, they are only functionally immortal, and when they die once, usually, that's it(well..it's more complicated actually). And the immortal ones either age normally like a human(until they stop at maturity or at random), or slowly like a nation. Also, these beings do have a kinda high chance of turning into nations.

From two human parents! Sometimes, at random, two humans might be "blessed" with a nation! It might be more common with humans that have a nation as one of their forebears(or more if a family has somehow managed to mingle multiple times with nations lol). Usually, as soon as the fact that they aren't human is noticed, a nation will come to take the child away, to raise them.

Sometimes a human just becomes a nation, for no apparent reason, usually through death. Although humans with nation forebears have a highed chance of becoming one. It's pretty rare.

The way that nation genealogy works...they aren't truly related. I mean they have all that shit that humans have in their body (and perhaps, more) but they're not like. Related the way two humans apart of the same family would be, at least not biologically. They do use kinship terms to refer to those they consider family, thought.

[harvhells]

basic  information.

full  name:  william  anthony  harvelle. nickname/s:  bill,  billy  by  john  winchester. alias:  none. name  meaning:  a  timeless  classic  with  english  roots  that  date  back  almost  a  thousand  years.  it  means  resolute  protector  or  strong-willed  warrior  and  comes  from  wilhelm.  date  of  birth:  december  22,  1963.  age:  presently  61,  but  age  is  dependent  on  verse/season/etc. place  of  birth:  somewhere  around  central,  ne,  united  states.  gender:  cismale. pronouns:  he    &    his. sexual  orientation:  pansexual. occupation:  hunter.  former  occupation/s:  former  owner  of  harvelle’s  roadhouse  before  he  was  possessed.  it  had  burnt  down  by  time  he  managed  to  escape.  former  farmer  throughout  his  younger  years.  it  wasn’t  necessarily  an  official  title,  but  bill  grew  up  on  the  harvelle  family  farm  and  everybody  played  their  role.  no  slacking. education:  highschool,  barely  graduated  given  that  his  family  was  murdered  a  year  prior,  but  he  knew  they  wouldn’t  want  him  to  drop  out  on  a  revenge  mission.  living  arrangements:  once  upon  a  time,  bill  lived  happily  ever  after  with  his  beautiful  wife  and  daughter,  feet  firmly  under  the  table.  he  would  only  ever  leave  to  go  on  a  hunt  and  as  jo  got  older,  that  got  less  frequent,  not  wanting  to  miss  everything.  unfortunately,  in  more  recent  days,  he  doesn’t  settle  much  anywhere,  having  come  home  to  a  burnt  down  roadhouse  and  all  his  family  dead.  mostly  lives  on  the  road,  sleeping  in  his  car  or  motels.  

physical  information.  

face  claim:  andrew  lincoln. hair:  a  little  wild,  a  little  overgrown.  it’s  dark  with  untameable  waves,  though  more  salt  than  pepper  these  days,  grey  showing  through.  eye  colour:  a  brilliant  blue,  permanently  tinged  with  sadness  or  trauma.  sometimes  both. height:  six  foot. tattoos:  his  most  recent  is  an  anti-possession  tattoo  on  his  upper  right  arm,  which  definitely  came  years  too  late.  it’s  fresh  and  does  nothing  to  change  what’s  already  happened,  but  hopefully  it’ll  prevent  history  repeating  itself.  older  tattoos  prior  to  his  possession  include  a  skull  that  stretches  out  over  left  hand,  his  wedding  anniversary  in  wedding  numerals  on  the  right  side  of  his  neck  and,  believe  it  or  not,  a  funny  little  cartoon-style  skeleton  that  john  winchester  himself  doodled  on  bill’s  right  inner  arm.  it  became  a  permanent  tattoo  after  he  lost  a  bet  to  his  friend.  thanks,  johnny.  scars:  several  that  come  from  hunting  and  some  that  came  from  being  fucking  possessed  for  what  felt  like  several  lifetimes.  his  most  prominent  are;  a  bullet  wound  in  his  skull  from  beloved  john  winchester  (upon  bill’s  request)  that’s  hidden  by  hair,  scratch  marks  on  his  chest  where  he  used  to  attempt  to  fight  against  the  possession  and  physically  claw  the  hellspawn  out  of  him  with  no  success,  and  a  stab  wound  in  his  neck  (around  his  tattoo)  from  where  he  finally  gained  enough  control  to  lodge  a  knife  coated  in  demon  blood  there. piercings:  none. signature  scent:  tree  bark,  wood  pine,  scotch,  sea  salt,  smoke  from  a  fire  pit,  old  leather,  dusty  clothing.

abilities    &    skills.

species:  human  again  after  being  possessed  by  hellspawn  for  a  long  ass  time.  i  don’t  think  the  show  ever  really  confirmed  what  hellspawn  is,  so  thankfully  that  means  i  can  make  this  up  as  i  go.  to  me,  they  are  some  kind  of  creature  bred  specifically  in  hell.  seen  as  lower  beings,  filth,  the  runts  of  the  litter,  because  what  can  they  actually  do?  but  once  they  escape  and  sink  their  claws  into  someone,  they’re  a  goddamn  pest  to  cast  out  because  that’s  what  they  are;  pests.  pests  created  by  in  the  worst  corner  of  hell,  specifically  spawned  from  the  evil  acts  committed  by  damned  souls.  without  a  body,  they’re  nothing,  but  once  attached?  they’re  pure  evil  incarnate.  main  weapon:  bill  carries  a  particular  smith    &    wesson  gun  that  he  has  used  ever  since  he  first  started  hunting  in  his  early  years.  this  was  given  to  him  by  his  father,  who  was  also  a  retired  hunter.  when  he  died,  john  winchester  buried  it  with  bill’s  body.  it  stayed  here  until  bill  went  back. secondary  weapon:  a  knife  he  once  borrowed    (  stole  )    from  john  winchester.  it  isn’t  his  favourite  because  it  means  he  has  to  get  closer  than  he  likes,  but  bill  is  what  some  call  an  old-fashioned  hunter,  which  means  a  lot  of  his  weapons  are  also  old-fashioned.  he  tends  to  reach  for  a  classic  rather  than  any  kind  of  modernised  weapon.  combat  skills:  here’s  the  thing  about  bill!  i  cast  andrew  lincoln  for  a  reason  and  that  reason  is  that  one  scene  where  king  rick  grimes  rips  a  dude’s  throat  fully  out  with  just  his  teeth.  that  right  there  is  how  bill  fights.  he  might  not  necessarily  be  the  strongest  or  the  most  skilled  fighter.  he  certainly  hasn’t  had  any  combat  training,  but  he  will  do  anything  he  needs  to  do  to  survive,  including  going  for  the  jugular.  there’s  a  reason  john  referred  to  him  as  a  "damn  good  hunter".

familial  information.

mother:  theodora  harvelle  nee  port,  deceased.  father:  abraham  "abe"  harvelle,  deceased.  siblings:  beth  harvelle,  deceased.  edward  harvelle,  deceased.  kids:  joanna  beth  harvelle,  deceased  (dependent  on  verse).  significant  other:  ellen  harvelle,  wife,  deceased  (dependent  on  verse).  extended  family:  john  winchester,  best  friend  and  hunting  partner  on  occasion.  

any  other  information.  

bill  was  raised  on  a  family-run  farm  after  his  father  retired  from  hunting  to  settle  down.  bill  doesn’t  know  the  full  reason  why  his  father  got  into  hunting.  that  part  of  his  story  was  never  shared  with  him,  but  he  does  know  why  he  got  out    …    he  met  a  girl.  when  abe  and  theodora  decided  they  wanted  children,  they  knew  they  didn’t  want  to  raise  them  in  a  dark  world.  they  turned  their  backs  on  the  supernatural,  buying  a  farm  to  raise  their  children  on.  the  eldest  of  three,  bill  was  their  first  bundle  of  joy.  from  a  very  young  age,  he  remembers  waking  up  before  sunrise  to  help  his  parents  with  the  chores,  not  only  learning  the  importance  of  hard  work  from  them,  but  also  the  strong  family  values  that  he  instilled  into  his  own  life  when  he  became  a  father  him.  

abraham  still  taught  bill  about  hunting  and  the  supernatural.  it  was  too  dangerous  not  to.  just  because  he  left  hunting,  that  didn’t  mean  there  stopped  being  things  to  hunt.  abe  could  never  forget  about  the  world  he  was  once  embroiled  in  and  it  felt  important  to  ensure  his  children  didn’t  remain  oblivious,  needing  them  to  be  prepared  and  ready  to  defend  themselves  should  they  ever  need  to.  upon  theodora’s  request,  he  waited  until  bill  was  eleven  before  starting  to  share  stories,  tips,  knowledge.  whatever  he  felt  was  necessary.  though  he  didn’t  want  to  actively  encourage  bill  to  follow  in  his  footsteps,  he  did  want  him  to  be  able  to  fight  back  should  he  ever  have  to.

bill  lost  his  family  and  the  farm  when  his  father  burnt  it  down  while  possessed  by  a  demon    …    with  them  inside.  a  hunter  can  leave  the  game,  but  does  the  game  ever  really  leave  them?  past  grudges  don’t  dissipate,  especially  not  when  demons  are  involved.  after  recognising  the  elder  man  as  a  hunter  who  once  took  something  from  them,  a  demon  chose  to  commit  an  act  of  revenge.  catching  abe  off  guard,  they  possessed  him.  and  then  they  set  fire  to  everything  he  owned,  with  everyone  he  loved  inside.  the  only  survivor  was  a  seventeen  year  old  bill,  who  had  snuck  out  the  window  to  go  to  a  party  that  evening.  with  the  world  unaware  of  the  truth,  abraham  harvelle  was  branded  a  mass  murderer,  the  world  believing  he  had  committed  this  awful  act.  bill  spent  several  weeks  hospitalized  in  a  psychiatric  unit  after  trying  to  tell  everybody  the  truth.  no  one  believed  him.  why  would  they?  they  just  thought  the  grief  had  driven  him  mad.  

bill  went  straight  into  hunting  after  graduation.  it  wasn’t  necessarily  an  obsession  to  find  the  demon  who  possessed  his  father.  he  just  didn’t  know  where  else  to  go.  no  home,  no  family.  no  reputation.  people  turned  their  backs,  wanting  little  to  do  with  the  son  of  a  murderer.  hunting  became  a  coping  mechanism.  a  way  to  keep  a  part  of  abe  harvelle  alive.  he  might  never  be  able  to  clear  the  harvelle  name,  but  he  could  put  some  respect  back  on  it.  after  graduating  highschool,  he  slipped  easily  into  the  role,  using  everything  abe  taught  him  growing  up  and  setting  out  on  a  journey  to  learn  more.  eventually,  he  did  find  the  son  of  a  bitch  responsible  with  john  winchester’s  help  and  together,  they  righted  a  wrong  by  sending  them  back  to  hell.  from  that  point,  bill  swore  anything  johnny  needed,  he’d  be  there.  night  or  day,  call.  he’ll  answer.  

the  truth  behind  bill’s  presumed  death  and  subsequent  possession.  it  happened  so  fast.  hunt  gone  wrong  and  suddenly,  there’s  hellspawn  biting  at  his  skin,  forcing  its  way  in.  all  bill  could  think  about  in  that  moment  was  ellen    &    jo,  and  what  this  monster  might  do  to  them,  just  like  his  father  all  those  years  ago.  he  pleaded  with  john  to  end  it.  "don’t  let  that  happen  to  them,  please,"  and  john  respected  those  pleas,  shooting  his  friend  dead.  he  even  buried  him.  a  proper  hunter’s  funeral.    ―    but  the  hellspawn  was  already  rooted  too  deep.  unbeknown  to  everyone,  it  healed  bill’s  body.  brought  him  back  to  life.  from  that  point,  he  was  no  longer  william  anthony  harvelle.  the  hellspawn  was  in  charge.  all  bill  could  do  was  watch  helplessly  from  the  inside  as  the  pest  took  control.  they  did  terrible  things  and  yet,  no  matter  how  hard  bill  tried,  he  couldn’t  overpower  them.  it’s  hard  to  put  a  number  on  how  long  they  were  in  control,  but  bill  knows  it  was  a  long  time.  weeks  turned  to  months,  months  to  a  year.  nobody  searched  for  them.  why  would  they?  they  all  thought  he  was  dead.  the  things  he  witnessed  went  beyond  any  horrors  he’d  ever  seen  as  a  hunter  and  what  was  worse,  was  it  was  his  own  hands  committing  such  sin.

bill  escaped  by  finally  fighting  back  against  the  hellspawn.  it  wasn’t  easy,  but  overtime,  bit  by  bit,  he  began  to  find  the  stretch  to  regain  control.  to  fight  back  against  his  possession.  it  took  a  long  time.  longer  than  he  cares  to  admit,  but  after  clawing    (  sometimes  literally  )    and  tearing  at  his  own  flesh,  he  finally  managed  to  open  the  door  long  enough  to  stab  himself  in  the  neck  with  a  demon-blood  coated  blade.  he  thought  that  would  be  the  end.  game  over.  bill  didn’t  care  if  he  didn’t  survive,  as  long  as  he  took  the  hellspawn  down  with  him.  however,  with  the  demon  gone,  his  body  passed  out  from  the  wound  and  a  passerby  found  him.  bill  remained  in  a  comatose  state  for  seven  weeks;  a  john  doe  to  every  doctor  and  nurse  who  treated  him,  until  one  day..  he  woke  up.  after  finding  out  everything  he’d  missed,  he  sometimes  wishes  he  hadn’t.

[dumuzithemessiah]

Jesus is evil unlike me who only fights because I am trying to protect the rest of the Universe

Old Testament proof:

Luke 19:27

"But those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me."

Plus he says he’ll come back with a sword which means he wants to kill all non Christians! The fact he wants specifically those who don’t except his evil ass as king proves he is evil and those who spread war, hate, genocide, intolerance to those born different, and to kill those who are simply different proves Christianity is a evil religion!

The more you look at original source and ignore the delusional bullshit New Testament which was butchered to get more followers to brainwash more people into following their cult of hate!

Christianity is a religion based on lies, hate, racism, murder, war, intolerance, and spreads homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, and enbyphobia which that last one is discrimination against non binaries!

As the real Messiah and true god that created the Kosmos and the original Universe I am nothing like the false prophet Jesus!

The word Messiah means “The Rainbow Hero” and “Hero of Rainbows” even though the rainbows are actually moonbows aka lunar rainbows!

The word Messiah only applies to me and I wouldn’t wish the suffering I’ve been through on any innocent life…

My posts already said how bad my past was and how much I’ve suffered!

How would you feel if some brutish female forced you into marriage by using evil magic to make you agree, took you hostage essentially kidnaping you, tortured you with fire, scarred your body, ripped your right eye out and cursed the area to prevent it from growing back, hurt your loved ones, and also spread genocides, war, and became the Universe’s number one most wanted?!

And Ishtayr has the ability to shape shift meaning she literally did me in my you know what area!! And I’m gay! My real true lover and husband is Marduk[[pronounced Mar-duke]] and we have six kids together as same gender breeding is a thing! Babies come out in a light!

Thankfully we Nibirians have natural birth control so no matter how hard Ishtayr tried she could not impregnate me!

But I suffered way harder than anyone ever should…

Deep down I only want Ishtayr to be destroyed and be reunited with my true family, my husband, and my children! And for the Helveon War to be over but for that to happen humanity needs to go as they will never change for the better!

Humanity’s actions have damaged the Kosmos with evil energy[[from man made religions like Christianity and Islamism and other religions plus every evil action humanity has done since the dawn of their existence like war, crimes, theft, murder, animal abuse, intolerance towards those born different, lying, human narcissism, human supremacist attitudes, etc…]] to the point it could explode! The Kosmos is the heart and soul of the Universe and the Universe could not exist without a Kosmos!

So on Judgement Day that means I have to get rid of humanity all because humanity couldn’t stop being evil! I am trying to protect all other living things out there in the Universe from humanity! Humanity is too evil to be allowed to exist as the Kosmos if it explodes would destroy the Universe and kill all mortals and obviously destroy all non magical planets including Earth! Magical planets and magical beings would survive and can escape such destruction! But mortals cannot! And other nearby universes would be heavily damaged by such destruction!

So do you humans understand what you have done?! Zillions and still counting have died including other advanced species! Advanced species… humans are a lower advanced species but still an advanced species which should give an example but advanced are highly intelligent species that are bipedal and have civilisations, laws, can build things, have language, etc, so other alien beings have suffered and died because of humans!

Humans aren’t the victims here…. The rest of the Universe is the victims..

My pfp is what a god like me for example looks like! I am the oldest god and the oldest member of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities aka The Four Seasons Deities! Dumuzi[[me, Winter]], Kosmin[[Spring, brother]], Lumuzi[[Summer, brother]], and Geshtinonna[[Autumn, sister]]!

Geshtinonna and I are part dark type with no light in us while Kosmin and Lumuzi lack darkness in them but are part light type!

We are considering and treated as quadruplets despite me essentially creating them by splitting my soul before I create the Kosmos when I existed in the what is called in English: The Obyss aka the black ocean that exists between universes!

When I fought Ishtayr last during Universe 1 with my siblings by my side we destroyed her with a spell when she was simply known as translated wise “The Great Evil Herself” who attacked Nibiru one day and started a war - the only war Nibiru ever had on it’s surface!

But at a cost we shattered and were eventually reborn in Universe Eight so eight regenerations of the Kosmos since then! We gained parents in the form of Enkai and Ninsun whom are actually both male!

Our pupils became in this reincarnation a bright red colour and before they were a dark blackish purple in our original forms! From Ninsun as we became half albino a thing that Nibirians can in fact be! But the moon shines 🌙 in our eyes remained as proof we are who we are as no other Nibirian has moon shines in their eyes!

The ruby crescent moons is in my eyes!

Kosmin when he actually opens his eyes has a pink sapphire crescent moons in his eyes!

Lumuzi has a peridot crescent moons in his eyes!

Geshtinonna has citrine crescent moons in her eyes!

But we all have red velvet red eyes with sectoral heterochromia with the bottom parts of our eyes being rose pink!

Like I said look at my pfp or go to my deviantART to see what I look like! We all have pigeon blood ruby red manes too!

We all also have strange eyebrows that look like fiveish black lines! So yeah we have strange eyebrows!

Gods aka yazata aka royal angels are a feline species and so are tenshi aka common angels! Humans do not become us when they die! That is all human narcissistic lies!

Why the hell would you become another alien species by dying?! Also Hell was an ancient city I destroyed because it was filled with criminals, murderers, thieves, pedos, heterosexuals only in that city, but I burned it down with dark elemental fire and everyone burned with those who looked at it with evil hearts turned to stone, and it looked in the end worser than Pompeii…

Hell as in the city was transported to another dimension with the only surviving part of the with being the only thing good being the blood nectarine orchard that surrounded the city all sides!

Kohora is nothing like the city of Hell and has no relationship with it and Kohora is the real Underworld!

Kohora is beautiful and a paradise, a surreal fantasy like magical paradise, but a paradise!

What is above the Universe is Yumera aka the Dreamworld aka Dream Dimension!

Kohora is below as koho means below/under and ra means world so with Yumera the translation means yume = dream and ra = world!

Both a paradises that are surreal, magical, and fantasy like!

But enough for now! Humans if you try to change for the better by Judgement Day maybe you can at least reincarnate as that is better than dying completely body and soul…

I may have some anger issues but with all that I went through can you even blame me?

At least I admit my flaws unlike the false murderous bloodthirsty bastard Jesus who thinks he’s some kinda glorified flawless prince!

I literally am a prince on Nibiru but also a elder queen as Kosmin and I used to rule during the First Universe as the first king and queen…

Yes I bottom… I could top but I normally don’t feel like it so yeah?

King and Queen aren’t gendered terms on Nibiru but Prince and Princess obviously are and obviously our word for it is different but still?

We apparently had a female king but it didn’t go well so no more female kings as females just aren’t mentally stable to rule as reverse gender standards apply and females are macho and love to fight so obviously that doesn’t translate well into a good ruler…

I think it was Tiamut who was the ruler who acted to violent? And possibly another for all I know as I haven’t read Nibirian history books in ages but it proved to Nibiru that females aren’t meant to rule as they react quicker to violence then males who are magical and cute/pretty/beautiful so females afterwards just realised and accepted they aren’t for politics…

Like female yazata are tough and macho acting so yeah when I say they’re quick to violence sometimes I mean literally…

[playertwotails]

Do you ever think that Tails attempted to know who his parents are?

I know he has family in the Archie comics but in the main canon primarily in IDW or games but there is no mention or slight discussion of it and it makes sense to keep light but still its interesting to speculate about his family.

Oooohhh this is good!!!!

Okay short answer - no

Long answer is way more complicated. And putting it all under the cut cause I have a lot of thoughts on this.

I think when he was younger, before and a little after he met Sonic, he always had the idea in the back of his mind to find out who his parents are/were.

As he got older, and especially once him and Sonic started viewing each other as family, those thoughts of ever actually looking for anything about his parents started to fade in the back of his mind.

Then any floating "what if" thoughts kinda completely die once him and Sonic are world renowned heroes.

Cause Tails is a logical kid so once Sonic and him become pretty much household names and are very recognizable to people, two conclusions Tails draws squash the idea of ever looking for his parents.

First One: There's no one to look for cause they are dead.

Tails was alone for so long on West Side Island and no one ever mentioned actually knowing his parents. Yeah they'd make remarks that his parents abandoned him because of his tails, but that's all speculation from those who were mean to him because they were just trying to cause as much emotional, physical, and mental damage as they possibly could. They seemed to Tails to have about as much knowledge as him as who they were... so 0. Because to Tails, if they actually knew who his parents were that would have just been more fodder for their cannon of insults towards him cause then they could have gone into more detail exactly why his parents abandoned him.

Plus I always had the idea that the people from West Side think that Tails is a freak/curse/monster specifically because to them suddenly a little two tailed fox just seemly appeared one day making the superstitions of everyone spike much more than if he was a kid born from a local couple.

So West Side to Tails is where the trail starts and ends because no one there knows where he came from and that's literally his only lead.

Second One: They straight up want less than nothing to do with him.

If they were alive, with him being the most famous two tailed fox on the planet, if his parents were out there and actually wanted anything to do with him then it wouldn't be too difficult for them to track him down. He's been famous for a while now so if they were looking for him you'd think they'd have found him by that point.

Tails has a whole brand and a whole ass building in the middle of a major city shaped like his head. Hell in one IDW issue it looks like there is basically a Starbucks chain that uses his image as their logo cause it's on the cup.

Heck he still has his full name Miles Prower and multiple people know it. (I've also always headcanoned that the only reason he knows his last name is cause he used to have a stuffed toy or keepsake that had his name on it, he no longer has it cause his bullies destroyed it but he was able to read before they smashed it.)

He may not like his name but it's not an unknown factor. So it's possible they just straight up dropped him off on a random island and booked it out of there so none of the locals tried to give him back.

Cause again I really don't think anyone from West Side knows who his parents are cause they put all the blame on Tails for existing but if the people who gave birth to him were locals then they'd probably also put some blame on the people who gave birth to him.

So to make a long ramble short, no I don't think Tails ever really attempted to know who his parents are. They either died with no trace or 100% do not want him. But he has Sonic now so it's not something that he really needs/cares to find out since he has his own family that does want him.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships MORE MAL LORE?!?!?!?!?

So as far as we know this is what she looked like in her past life

So- as we all know.. again

Full name: Mallory Carrington

Age of death: 20 (2010's)

Nationality: 🇯🇵🇺🇸

So.. we're only going to talk about her life. Cast aside the hell part.

No specific year of birth but probably in the early 1990's

Just some background for her parents.. and then leading up to Mal!

No picrews of them yet 😔 (i promise I'll make them)

Her mom was originally named 'Tsubaki', but she had to move to the US wherein people were oddly unaccepting of foreign people like her and she badly needed a job to fend for herself and her family (she came from a non-priveleged family) so she changed her name to "Carmellia" and that's when she got a job as a waitress at a restaurant that pays well, and that's when she met Mal's dad. His name was James Carrington.

He was.. ok. Carmellia was fresh out of college and he was.. barely getting through life in his mid-20's. He works as a pharmacy cashier, lives alone and everything. Seems like a simple guy.

Right?

So, they met when Carmellia was getting some remedy for a cold. He was stunned because he thinks she's the most beautiful woman that's ever graced this country so.. they make a little small talk, and the third time she came there, he asked for her number.

Carmellia was new to love and she didn't know how to handle it so she gave him her number. They called, they got to know each other, James visited her often in the restaurant, they dated, and for a while it was perfect.

No tf it's not. He was an alcoholic. An addict. Always put Carmellia on the spot when she didn't want to. Drew unwated attention on her.. physically hurt her when he got too drunk.. I guess in his head he thought he finally found someone who tolerates his bs. Cause lemme tell you this guy is one of those guys most likely to say "Everyone always leaves me" like they're the problem.

Carmellia stayed for a while, because as much as he kept abusing her like that, he kept coming around and she felt stuck, and it became a cycle.

And hoo boy when they got married, She almost couldn't see her family because of him. James thought he had free reign over her now.

Then he starts hitting her with the "You really think I'd ever love a foreigner like you?"

Carmellia never knew what to do.. she had nothing to go on for.. she almost wanted to pull a Carolyn Brennan until one day she just started feeling sick. She threw up frequently, had cravings, so she went to the doctor, and they suggested she took a pregnancy test.

Then she saw it. Two lines. Positive.

And when she saw that, she finally had a choice. She ran away from her and James' home, went back to ger country to live with her parents. James tried his best to find her, but everytime he reached out she never responded.

Until a month after Carmellia gave birth, he finally found her. She tried telling him off, but it was no use. She let him stay with her for a month, and he swore he would change.

So a month later. Carmellia gave birth (yay) and it was a baby girl. She wanted to pick out a name, and she wanted it to be like her old Japanese name. So she decided she would name her "Hotaru" which meant firefly, because in their culture fireflies are a beloved. A metaphor for love and passion for poetry, or something along the lines of that.

James opposed, and said that it wouldn't be accepted in his country (why is that his concern lmao) and said that he has a hard time pronouncing it (cry harder bitch) and so he decided to name her "Mallory".

At first Carmellia hesitated, and said it would mean a lot for her, but James said it was for the best. And so they went with "Mallory", which meant "unfortune". Now Carmellia is very serious on name studying, and questioned James on this, but James just said "does it actually matter? Why do you make everything a big deal?"

So she just dismissed the thought of her husband calling his own daughter a misfortune. Bad luck.

And soooo few months after Mallory was born, James just kept stressing Carmellia out more, going back to his old ways once again. So carmellia dumped divorce papers onto his face one day and he was livid. He said he didn't do anything wrong and told her that she was just like the others leaving him.

Carmellia had enough of it. And at the end James ended up signing it, and unfortunately Mallory was left under his care. He convinced them she was deranged and that he never actually abused her physically so that he wouldn't get a restraining order.

Still, they had an agreement that she would have her daughter for two or three months, then the rest was with him. And so every summer vacation or christmas vacation she's with her mom. Growing up she learned to be fluent in her mom's language, even taking summer classes for it when she can.

Now.. James as a dad.. is pretty.. eh. He pays more attention on other things that his siblings and relatives had to take care of her more. He still takes care of her somehow.. but he does the bare minimum. His relatives basically RAISED her. But Mallory was clueless about it, and she loved both of her parents equally.

So, growing up, Mallory really liked to sing. And so both her parents sent her to do choir classes. She had a long way to go, and people never really seemed to like her because she was mixed which is weird because they were kids and who even taught them that. Anywho, she never had any friends.. just acquaintances. Even in school.

Well.. not until she met someone by the name of Lillian Carlton. Her and Lilly hit it off immediately and they became the best of friends. Even James and Deborah became sorta friends. Lilly helped with her bullies a lot, and Mallory learned to defend herself and her friend.

So, Mallory.. onto her crushes.. she never really had one. She wasn't big on that. Everyone was mean to her. She likes nice people, and none of them were.

So, I guess Lilly WAS her first crush. At first she was a bit confused because she thought of Lilly like a girl would of a boy she had a crush on.

Confused bb gorl.

She had a crush on the nice girl with cute glasses. But that went away in time.. but ever since she did have that silly lil crush

They remained friends. They were two peas in a pod. They even got their first period at the same time and joked about being in sync all the time. They bonded over music. Fought over who's the hottest one direction member between Zayn and Niall. The most 2000's-2010's teenagers that have ever teenager'ed

So, with her first crush AND bestfriend, she got out of grade school. And here's where the real torture began.

Seventh grade.

She was becoming more open-minded about certain stuff. More curious also.

That's also the age where she would come home to her father drunk off his ass.

One time he went all out on her..

He was like, "you were the reason your mother left! You're why I'm like this. All hell broke loose the moment you were born. You bring nothing but unfortune to my life."

Mallory figured he was just drunk, so her AT THE TENDER AGE OF TWELVE, Took care of her drunk dad, and it ultimately lead to him dying because of all his vices. She was 13 when he did. But those words stuck on her head for a long time.. until it became voices.

So, her uncle and aunt had to take James' place.

Lilly was always there for her, though. When she heard about James passing away, she ran to comfort Mallory. She had no clue of everything that's happened in her life. She trusted Lilly, but she was just scared.

So under her uncle's care.. we all know how that ended up. She was molested at 13. When she turned 15, she ran away from home, something her dad's side of the family never really cared about. So they just pronounced her dead.

But her mom.. she wanted to look for her. She fled Japan and looked for her in every possible place she could think of. She asked Lilly.. Deborah and Charles.. she wanted her baby to be alive.. to be okay.. but she just couldn't find her. Despite her in-laws saying she was dead, she had a feeling she wasn't. There was no body found. She still put up posters, asked random people... anything. Anything for her daughter. Her little firefly.

Carmellia, after a while.. broke down. She went absolutely insane. She went to delusion.. she believed her daughter was still there.. that Mallory was out there.. needing her help.

But Mallory.. where was she? She hid herself from the world. From whoever could recognize her. she was, and have always been a great liar.

No one found her. No one could. She was keeping the bad luck away from everyone. Then she started to get angry.. if she was going to change everyone's life for the worse then so be it. She killed a man at the age of seventeen. Some mafia took her in, taught her things.. basically grooming her in the process.. she had nothing else to live for. She began referring to herself as "Mal."

Not until Lilly came across her somewhere. She tried convincing her, but Mal only lashed out on her for trying to help. She said she didn't need it, and told Lilly to have a family with Jace.. to never ever end up like her. A mess. A monster. She will just change everyone's life for the worst anyway..

So, they drifted apart.. and Carmellia's insanity ended up killing her. It ended up on the news, but Mal only felt spite. Because she thinks her mom never cared when she went missing. Her mom probably thought she was bad luck, just like what her father said.

And she started to really own up to the meaning of her full name. She figured if she was going to make one's life a living hell, then the person must deserve it. So she went to clubs, sold drugs, lured men and rapists to their deaths. Fifty seven of them. Until she got caught, but never got arrested as she got into an accident in the process. She was dead on arrival.

And the rest was history.

So.. she was never bad luck. People are just.. terrible people. James never changed. He never tried. And Carmellia wanted to protect her child in the way that she can. And she felt like she failed to do that.

And in all of that, Mallory never knew.

Mal never knew.

Haha anyways

[haljathefangirlcat]

And now, for something completely different... a few Inkheart headcanons, specifically about Smol Feral Trash Cat-Dog With A Knife. Così, de botto, senza senso, as we say here. Some I've picked up through the years by reading other people's headcanons or fic and then developed (if you can call any of this stuff "developed", lol) by building up on ideas I liked, others date back all the way to when I read the books in middle school.

I think it's safe to say that most of the fandom knows "basta!" means "enough!" or "stop!" in Italian. Which... yeah, pretty great name for the kind of violent criminal whose victims would be screaming that kind of thing, at least in a book series for kids. But, like other people who've spent probably too much time thinking about it at some point or another, I do like to imagine a more Watsonian explanation for it being a real, if surprisingly well-fitting, name rather than a nickname he earned during his time as a fire raiser. Mine actually hinges on the fact that, back in the day, before reliable contraceptives or safe abortifacients or even just the idea that there was nothing weird or bad about being married while not having children or sex or not being married at all, couples who ended up with more kids than they could feed would sometimes name the hopefully last one of them Ultimo or Ultima, meaning "last", as a sort of... auspicious name, if for a given definition of "auspicious." I've even heard a story (which, admittedly, might be a urban legend, as I've seen it mentioned in a few places but with no source) about a couple who called their last children Ultimo, Definitivo ("definitive, conclusive, final"), and Finiamola ("let's get it over with!", or "let's stop this!"), each time hoping the new kid would also be the very last... so, yeah. Long story short, I imagine Basta as the youngest child of poor parents living in a small, crowded house, who by the time of his birth were just about ready to say, "Enough with this! If we get another after this one, we'll just carry it into the woods and leave it there, and then it'll be up to whatever animal/fairy/kindly passerby to kill it or raise it!" I also like to think he actually has an older sister named Ultima, running around somewhere in the Inkworld... even if, for both obvious reasons and more headcanon-y ones, he hasn't kept in contact with anyone from his family ever since he officially joined Capricorn.

About the "more headcanon-y" reasons: I once read a fic (I thiiink it was on Fanfiction.net? Probably not AO3) where, as a boy, Basta killed his own father, an abusive drunkard, to prove his loyalty and ruthlessness to Capricorn. Needless to say, I loved it! And went on to incorporate part of it in my vision of Basta as a character. In my own headcanons, I'm not sure if I really see Basta's father or even both of his parents as that actively hateful or violent towards him (if only because I'm not quite sure if singling out just one boy among so many children in that way would quite work, realistically speaking about an in-universe Medieval-ish fantasy world... unless some of those many children died young due to hunger, illness, or simple lack of supervision. Again, in-universe Medieval-ish fantasy world) but as I love that bit in Inkheart where Fenoglio talks about Basta's unhappy childhood, how worthless he thought he was, and how easily he clung to Capricorn, I do picture him being severely neglected and receiving very little in the way of kindness or affection both inside and outside of his family. Perhaps being either dismissed or unfairly blamed for being the runt of the litter and not big and strong enough to help more around the house, or in the fields, or in whatever failing business his father might have owned, given how he's not exactly tall and physically imposing even as an adult? Anyway, I do find the idea of him being miserable in his early life and initially clinging to Capricorn as both a magnetic, irresistible symbol of what neither him nor anyone in his family ever had and his one real hope for money, power, and generally something better, then coming to see him as this godlike figure, as well as a new, better father he'd be willing to exchange his perhaps equally distant but much less impressive (and much less interested in finding some actual use for him) old one for (even at the cost of a very cold take on "out with the old, in with the new"), incredibly fascinating.

For something less dark, more crack unless you consider the implications: building up on the fact that yes I realize we're never given anyone's exact height in the books, no I won't get over the idea of him being essentially a pint-sized menace and Capricorn's very angry, very menacing chihuahua, it amuses me (way more than it should) to think that at some point, probably when he was still one of the youngest among Capricorn's men in the Inkworld or when he and Capricorn were on their own in our world, someone definitely tried dismissing him as a threat (maybe even by making fun of him) due to his height and build... only to immediately, sorely regret it.

Still on the possibly disturbing crack side of things: he makes a big show of hitting on women, particularly the maids in Capricorn's village, and there might actually be some desire under him just liking to pose as this Big Intimidating Man showing off his power by making women in an already inferior or subservient position to him squirm in discomfort... but if any of them should ever respond positively, even just in an attempt to get protection or some sort of special treatment out of him, he wouldn't know how to handle it. Like, it would temporarily short-circuit his brain. The closest he ever got to getting a woman to acknowledge his flirting in any significant way besides pulling back from him and reaching the nearest exit as fast as possible is probably that time a girl rejected him by telling him he had bad breath and then he killed her with snakes and resolved to chew mint leaves for the rest of his life because he's such a confident person. Even Roxane probably never exchanged more than five words (mostly to the effect of "get lost!" and "fuck you!" on her side) with him.

For the last one, a bittersweet one: Basta actually liked Fulvio, the black jacket who got read into One Thousand and One Nights in exchange for Farid. A lot of Capricorn's men did, really, but I like to picture Fulvio as a boy from our world, probably coming from a poor, dysfunctional home, that Basta in particular kind of took under his wing (as much as Basta could do that for anyone...) because he saw something of himself in him. This is, ofc, based on nothing but my hazy memories of reading the Italian translation of Inkheart, where I'm 90% sure a bunch of black jackets are ready to beat Mo to a pulp as soon as they notice Fulvio has disappeared and Basta himself gets all in Mo's face and tells him he will personally make him "pay dearly for Fulvio."

[horizon-verizon]

Aemond who was described as "fierce from birth" , who also called his sister a whore in the day his father died , shown sociopathic tendencies from his childhood , these sociopathic tendencies have developed much worse in his adulthood to the point he was able to commit heinous crimes like genocide without a single fuck in the world. And all the sources in the book have similar characterization of Aemond , so that's means that his personality and his actions were all on display for everyone to witness it . But according to Ryan the historians are too biased and they've properly misunderstood everything.

So Aemond was turned into a poor mew mew in the show that didn't mean it , that's makes me wonder actually if Ryan will ever adopted Maegor's reign, would he make Maegor this big softie that everyone in westros misunderstood? All of Maegor's cruel actions are nothing but propaganda from Jaehaerys to destroy the reputation of Maegor the softie ?

No anon, Ryan would have Visenya and Maegor have a really close relationship where Visenya is jealous of her sister Rhaenys for having all of Aegon’s love and affection.

Visenya plots against Aenys I from the beginning because of that vendetta against Rhaenys, and people love Visenya because she is the “official” wife, or the “first”/”prime” wife in Aegon’s “harem”. 

Because Valyrians had full, stratified harems like you’d imagine from the Ottoman empire, you see. The canon historians don’t have enough information to tell us about Valyrian culture, but this is definitely what existed in Valyria.

But she’s actually being honorable; she only usurped Aenys (because it’s not Aegon, Aenys I’s son, who gets usurped, it’s Aenys himself this time, this is in canon you see) and we find out her “true” intentions in episode 4 (while in episode 2 we saw her looking like she wanted to stab Rhaenys and never mentions the succession and the realm’s “well being” at all).

So she forces/manipulates Maegor into marrying all the women he marries, even the Black Brides of Jeyne Westerling, Elinor Costayne, and his niece Rhaena Targaryen. She despises Tyanna, but finds her magic useful and tries to confiscate her potions, etc. for herself on some pretext.

Except Tyanna of the Tower is the only woman he ever loved, you see, because she was his only real choice. Ryan calls Tyanna Maegor’s “mail-order-bride” and “only true lover” in one interview and another. Her Lyseni pussy puts Maegor into a tizzy, from all her “training”. People online also call her a mail order bride and says this proves how evil the Targs are for being white people taking advantage of poor Essosi (Essos is a place of only vacation-locations) peoples for self gratification.

Tyanna, in order to gain back power and make sure his attention is always on her, poisons all of Maegor’s other wives and botches their pregnancies. Maegor, in order to eliminate this threat to his family, orders her execution, and he tears up or cries as he turns away from her for the last time. (The “rumor” of her heart being ripped out is just her personal writings that some maester re-recorded inaccurately, and then another maester [because some parts were too deteriorated to read] wrote down as if her writing Maegor “ripped her heart out” was literal instead of her complaining about him having sex with other women.)

Alyssa Velayron cheats on Aenys with Rogar specifically because Aenys is a little baby bitch boy and Rogar was a man who “did what needed to be done”, even when he tried to usurp Jahaerys for Aerea (Rhaena’s daughter by Aegon “the Uncrowned”). She enlists his help to overtake Maegor (pussy power enslaves men), and Visenya (who apparently survives her canon death and stays the puppet of her son). In all this while, Rhaena lives in the Keep with the other poor brides and abuses Tyanna or dismisses Tyanna’s low birth. Her nose is always up, you see.

Maegor dies when Elinor Costayne pushes him into the Iron Throne, finally drudging up the muster to address him killing her husband while he burned down the holy Sept. Because, you know, he did that and her husband was one of those that were burned alive while praying. *Tear.

[kleio-writes]

Medusa recovering after a bad mission.

Something that wouldn't get out of my mind when talking to @arturhunter about our characters in the MWII AU getting hurt.

This one is about Medusa, specifically. And I will be writing one for Hermes this week.

This is also a little part of the AU story that we're having fun with. So these characters are already in the TF141 (or at least used for some missions). On this specific one Medusa was deployed but not Hermes. This is after a week of Medusa being at the hospital (awake). Y'all have to wait until I write the whole background about what happened with the squad Hermes and Medusa were in before. But maybe that's after this gets some attraction.

The sound of the IV dripping fills the room and the smell of the antiseptic burns her nostrils each time she inhales. Medusa was recovering in the hospital bed of a private room Hermes had asked specifically for her when she was brought out of surgery. 

She should have been dead with the amount of blood she lost but the MedEvac brought her just in time. Another scar decorated her body now, another reminder of her brush with death. Looks like it’s what she always attracted to herself, ever since birth.

She was looking out the window absentmindedly when someone knocked at the door. She looked over, thinking it was a Nurse or Doctor. Or even Ghost who was guarding her since she was brought in. If it was because of Price’s orders or just because of his guilty conscience, she didn’t know.

-Hey ‘Dusa it’s me. 

The person didn’t need to say much, she recognized the voice of her brother. The only person that would have cared about her untimely death, maybe the 141 would have cared a bit but she was nothing more but another Soldier to them. A means to an end.

She stared blankly at the door before speaking, her voice hoarse.

-Yeah come in..

Medusa goes back to staring out the window as she hears the door open. She almost wants to look and try to see if Ghost is still out there but fears showing her face even more in the process. She couldn’t trust anyone. Fuck, why can’t she just have her mask here.

 On the bright side her family thought she was dead and buried after this last mission, right after going against them too. 

Morrigan. Her last name haunted her.

Hermes entered the room with some containers in his hand. Shaking them a bit, enough to hear the inside contents move. Medusa only looks back at her brother when she hears the door close.

-Brought you some of my delicious home cooked meals, the gods know you won’t be well fed with the hospital food or the MRE later on. 

Hermes says that with his normal voice. Excited, joking a little even. It was just how his booming voice sounded. Medusa found comfort in it, even if he was too loud at the times her brain was overstimulated. But anything was better than the constant buzzing in her ears and the arrival of her chronic headaches right now.

-Oh yeah ? Finally some good food..

Medusa responds with her quiet raspy voice and smiles, her lips cracked and with a little scar that was definitely staying. Another one adorning her features. 

She hasn’t talked that much since she was isolated in this bleak hospital room for recovery. 

Ghost sure didn’t talk to her or even bother to enter the room since the day she was brought in. The same day Hermes came to visit her with a disheveled look. All rage and concern and grief by just imagining she could have died. 

Ghost hasn’t spoken to her since the day the three of them talked when she woke up from her surgery. The day when Medusa asked for Ghost to stay when he wanted to give them both privacy, when she had her face in the open. All bruises and no mask.

She tried to shake the thought of someone other than Hermes actually looking at her.

Medusa tried to get up a bit to a sitting position, she winced from the pain. Her stitches and inflamed skin were giving her hell. Of course it had to be right in her abdomen, she had been a fool in her mission.

Hermes puts the containers on the bedside table when noticing her discomfort and helps her a bit. Medusa pulls a face at the sting.

-Easy there ‘Dusa.

-I’m trying..

Now she knew why she hadn’t  attempted to talk, even breathing hurt.

After successfully sitting on the bed she finally opens her eyes and actually looks at Hermes.

-No helmet or mask again, huh ?

-What can I say, I have a pretty face.

He makes a pause and focuses on the containers with food. Not really staring at them but lost in thought. Hermes looks at Medusa again after a bit.

-Plus, what’s the point if the team already saw my pretty mug when I came looking for you ?

She hums at his answer.

He sits down on a chair next to her and starts opening the containers, using the space on the bed next to her as a table. The sound of the plastic fills the room. She takes a look.

-Damn, not even metal utensils ?

-Nope, they search us up and down before entering. I love me a bit of a wandering hand but even I think it’s excessive.

She snorts at that and winces automatically.  Damn stitches. Hermes chuckles.

Both of them eat in silence for a while until Hermes breaks the silence.

-They’re worried about you, you know ?

Medusa doesn’t say anything, just hums and eats her food. Yeah right.

-I know you think they don’t after what happened to our last squad… Those motherfuckers were just a bunch of turncoats.

He continues. She continued to chew on her food. Medusa didn’t really like reviving memories and Hermes knew it.

-What I’m trying to say is…They were really shaken up with what happened. We all thought you weren’t going to make it ‘Dusa. Hell, I was not okay but the team certainly wasn’t better. Ghost blames himself you know ?

She swallows her food thickly and puts the plastic fork down.

-That’s his job, he’s the Lieutenant. He was responsible for the mission.

-Yeah but--

-Then he’s just doing his job.

-‘Dusa you don’t understand. He’s been at the door for the past week--

-Because of Price’s orders--

-THERE IS NO ORDERS.

Medusa just stares at Hermes after their back and forth. Her green gaze saying ‘You know better’ by his outburst. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a sharp breath, groaning right after.  Getting up he paces around while speaking loudly to Medusa.

-Why can’t you understand the concept of affection when it comes from other people!? These guys actually like us, why must you be so uptight about it !? For fuck’s sake, Ghost saved your ass out there. If it wasn’t for him checking in on you at that moment and called the MedEvac you would have died Mona.

Medusa closes her eyes, trying not to wince at the screaming. She knew that. She remembers having her eyes shut from the pain, trying to hold onto her wound to make pressure but being too weak for it. She remembers how the Lieutenant shouted her callsign and dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing her and putting his hands on hers to try to stop the bleeding, but it was bad. 

She remembers his gruff voice saying “Keep your eyes open Sargeant” and “C’mon ‘Dusa don’t fall asleep”. She wanted to remove those words from her brain. The softness and the distress of his tone along with them... Was that why she allowed him to see her face when she woke up ?

Medusa looked straight at Hermes, he had used her name, he had screamed at her too. Why couldn’t he just have his mouth shut.

-You know exactly why I can’t trust them. Both of us know.

Hermes remembers. He pales at the memory and swallows dryly.

-‘Dusa look, I’m sorry--

-Out.

-‘Dusa please--

-I said out. I’m tired.

The Operator didn’t say anything else as the Sniper put the container of food on the bedside table and got herself laid down. Her back turned. 

-I’ll be back tomorrow…Maybe Soap and Gaz will visit with me. Price still has some things to work with Laswell but he will appear by the end of the week.

That was all that was said before Hermes opened the door and left Medusa alone. She sighed, wincing again at the pain.

On the other side of the door, Ghost stood there waiting, guarding. He saw Hermes getting out by his peripheral vison.

-So ?

-So, she’s on her bullshit again. Seemed a bit better though hurting a lot from the wound, but she’ll live. That’s Medusa for yah.

Ghost looked down at Hermes, face unreadable from the plain black balaclava he was using. It was weird for him not seeing Ghost with his famous skull mask. Reminding the Operator of the uncanny valley concept. Humanoid but not really Human.

Ghost’s brown eyes stared intently at Hermes. As if asking permission for something. Would the Lieutenant ever use his own words ?

-You can enter, she won’t mind since she permitted you to see her face properly before. She is cranky and a bit mad right now so just beware. Snakes bite when threatened and all of that.

Was all Hermes said before going back to base.

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