#the hypocrisy uncle and nephew

[haytsun]

How do you think the Gaang would react if Iroh was forced to face a tribunal for his actions during the war, particularly his actions during the Siege of Ba Sing Se?

gonna see who is handling the tribunal, if it was the gaang:

since canon showing like they have knew what iroh did, i think they would help iroh to defends because he had suffer and doing good things this and that, and he have zuko the best “son” the fire lord helping him, some thing like kuvira‘s ending, which saying the iroh redemption last piece is done

but for me i wish iroh suffer the hate from those family who lost their son from the bbs war to broke the hypocrisy-ego he had build form his son death, the gaang have no right saying anything to help iroh when those family speech the pain and hate, even zuko the fire lord cant help with that, because the people still not even happy the traitor being fire lord even the backstab fire nation for a good reason, and the rest of the gaang idk what to think, they might just stand up for zuko, bcuz people are to many, the rage they cant stop, what they can do is using their title to deter at the meantime, they deley iroh tribunal until they think something out, azula in the alyssum just laugh around what they have done

personally i wish the gaang be like iroh should paid what he have done, its not their right to help people forgive him, zuko being my uncle had done everything, he help restore the peace blahblabla, its gonna be a huge argue, because zuko knew if he not defends his uncle his own hypocrisy-ego also hard to handle being a “good” person

[themulitipurposechannel]

Mikey and Cj shenanigans! :D

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And one of the many things future!Mikey wanted to be able to show Case one day..

[pessimisticpigeonsworld]

Blood Purity and the ASOIAF Fandom

I find it very ironic how Targaryen antis scream about "blood purity" then turn around and support and play into blood purity themselves. Specifically I'm talking about Stark stans and stansas/jonsas.

The Starks canonically prefer to marry with Northern houses, in other words: other First Men. This tradition gives them a rather small gene pool, meaning that incest is pretty much a necessity for them to carry it on. Uncle-niece, aunt-nephew, and cousin weddings were all allowable, and cousin weddings were rather commonplace.

What all that means is that the Starks practice blood purity. Yes, it's different from how the Targaryens did it, but the only differences are that the Valyrians allowed brother-sister marriages and there are only two other Valyrian houses to marry. The Celtigars barely even count, due to how little Valyrian blood is left in them. Both the Starks and Targaryens did marry outside their preferred gene pools. However, that fact doesn't negate that they both practice blood purity.

Stark stans who condemn the Targaryens for marrying to preserve their Valyrian blood are hypocrites. The Starks prefer to marry other First Men and allow certain forms of close incest, if they had as few options as the Targaryens did, they would probably change their views on brother-sister marriages.

Stansas tend to follow the same patterns as Stark stans. They ignore Stark incest and talk about "super special Stark genes" in an almost cult-like fashion. Stansas will go on and on about how the Starks are very special and their (specifically Sansa's) blood is the key to saving the world. Now, there is magic blood in ASOIAF, and the Starks are the one of the families with this. However, the sheer hypocrisy of Stansas and Stark stans to embrace and cheer on this fact for the Starks while simultaneously despising the Targaryens for the same fact is interesting.

Jonsas, who are all stansas just to be clear, are probably the most hypocritical in this group. Jonsa shippers will espouse both anti-incest and anti-blood purity arguments, especially in regards to the Targaryens. However, at the same time, they will write posts about how the incest between Jon and Sansa wouldn't be wrong and how Stark blood is superior. Just like the Stark stans and stansas, they are unironically supporting Stark blood purity. All three of these groups will also write about how the Targaryen bloodline needs to be wiped out.

So basically: Stark stans, stansas, and jonsas all not only support Stark blood purity, but also the eradication of Valyrian blood in Westeros. The hypocrisy is riveting.

[targayrenss]

A Dance With Dragons (III) -Daemon Targaryen

pairing: Daemon Targaryen × Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Author's Note: I haven't updated here in a while, this is my Christmas gift as an apology.

remember that English is not my first language

•••

When they entered the throne room all eyes fell on them.

Jocelyn and Daemon stood next to Rhaenys and Baela, the latter looking at them with anger while Rhaenys was happy to see his only legitimate granddaughter.

Jocelyn looked for her brothers and smiled at them to reassure them, especially Jacaerys since it was her legitimacy that would be questioned the most.

She was close to vomiting when she saw Otto Hightower so comfortable on her grandfather's throne.

Jocelyn was getting bored of her uncle playing the victim before the queen and her hand, listening to how she spoke badly about her mother and her brothers.

—Their children are bastards! My only legitimate nephew is Princess Jocelyn—Vaemond pointed to his brothers.

—And she—now they are addressing her mother—is a whore.

Gasps were heard throughout the room.

The king was going to remove Vaemond's tongue when Jocelyn ordered her husband to murder him.

—He can keep his tongue —Jocelyn approached her brothers.

—My daughter has one more announcement

The king's words puzzled everyone.

Rhaenyra walked to the center, ignoring the corpse of Vaemond Velaryon.

—He considered that my son Jacaerys is not suitable to rule Driftmark, my son Lucerys will do it better—Rhaenyra paused, staring into the eyes of her only daughter—That is why he wished to name my son, Jacaerys Velaryon as my successor.

Jocelyn felt her blood run cold, everyone began to whisper.

Alicent Hightower saw her with pity from her place next to her children.

Jocelyn stormed out with Daemon following her, she just asked her husband to murder her uncle for her and that's how he repaid her.

When they got to their rooms he was finally able to take everything out.

—How dare you? You are his heir, the only legitimate one among those bastards.

—She always knew, that I would not inherit the throne—tears of anger fell from her eyes—she always missed me for not being Harwin Strong's daughter, she now confirmed it before everyone!

—Everyone there knows who their legitimate heir is.

"She can't take my throne away from me." Jocelyn felt a pain in her stomach.

She moaned as she grabbed her belly.

"It's better not to think about that right now, my love." Daemon caressed her belly.

Jocelyn nodded knowing that she could put her son at risk.

•••

Both Jocelyn and Daemon wanted to skip dinner, but Viserys had insisted on everyone being together.

Jocelyn was sitting next to Aemond, next to her was Daemon.

Aemond seemed quite calm in her place, perhaps he didn't have a grudge towards her like he did towards her brothers.

Daemon continued to ignore her brother's children with Alicent Hightower, her husband couldn't stand the queen, much less his father.

Jocelyn and Daemon whispered to each other while Rhaenyra had her eyes on them.

Everyone stood up as the king entered and was placed between Alicent and Rhaenyra.

—How good it is to see you all tonight, together.

His grandfather looked like a corpse, he could swear that he had gotten worse in the few hours that had passed.

She felt the eternal dinner, she began to feel overwhelmed by the hypocrisy of the queen and her mother, toasting each other as if her stupid war had not ruined the entire family.

—I wanted to toast my son Jacerys—Rhaenyra looked at her for a few seconds before focusing on Jace—you will be a good king, as the conqueror once was.

Jocelyn felt the blow on her chest, she had earned the hatred of her mother without knowing the reason.

Viserys was the only one who raised her glass, not even Harwin supported his wife.

Aemond watched as her niece caressed her swollen stomach as she silently complained.

The prince stood up with his cup in hand—A final tribute, for the health of my nephews.

Alicent stared into her eyes, trying to warn her not to do anything foolish.

—Jace, Luke, and Joffrey, all of them attractive and strong like their father

Daemon laughed, hearing his uncle's approval he couldn't stop.

—Let's empty our glasses for these three strong young men.

"I dare you to say it again."

—Why? It was just a compliment, don't you consider yourself strong?

Aemond and Jacaerys began to fight, the silver-haired prince obviously having the upper hand.

No matter how angry he was, he wasn't going to let his brother get hurt—Daemon, do something!

How a good obedient husband approached them, helping Harwin Strong separate them.

The king began to cough heavily, being taken by his guards to be examined by the maesters.

Jocelyn left after the king, she was no longer in the mood for dinner.

—Jocelyn! Wait for me! — She turned around finding Luke.

"What's wrong, Luke?"

—Are you mad at me and Jace?

Jocelyn smiled tenderly. “No, sweet brother, she would never be angry with you.”

—But if you are with mother

Jocelyn was going to answer her truthfully but she didn't want to worry her brother like that.

—No, Luke, I'm not mad at anyone, maybe Uncle Vaemond but I don't think that matters right now.

Luke smiled. “Rest sister.”

Jocelyn wished her goodnight and went straight to her room.

Later, she was reading while she waited for her husband, the children were already asleep in the nursery.

The door opened revealing her mother.

-Jocelyn

—Mother, what are you doing here?

—Tomorrow morning we will return to Dragonstone, I wanted to say goodbye

—Why? You had so many years to name Jacaerys your heir, why now?

-Jocelyn…

-Answer!

—I never named you my heir!

"It's my birthright!" Jocelyn felt her tears sting her eyes. "I'm your firstborn."

Rhaenyra cried without knowing what to answer.

—Why do you do to me what the Hightowers want to do to you? Is it because I am not Harwin Strong's daughter?

—Your words are considered betrayal, daughter.

—Your actions are too, mother

Both women saw each other with tears streaming down their cheeks, Jocelyn Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen declaring war on each other.

[raspberry-arev]

Eighth House genetically engineered uncle/nephew duo! Silas was really just. Like that, huh. The self-importance, the hypocrisy, the inability to self reflect, the the the AUDACITY of this lily-white bitch! he is iconic tho. anyway, I'm super close to completing the set of portraits for all the houses in book 1!! Guess who's coming next hehehe

[francesminos-tt]

about toxic! joffron;

can we have a moment between lucemond x jacegon x joffron? + a joff+daeron moment with his nephews and them talking (maybe) about children?

There were certain facts about Joffrey that Daeron came to know after their marriage. One, Joffrey was an insufferable brat who liked to bite his bedmate. Two, Joffrey was a lazy ass who could spend a whole day in bed. Three, Joffrey was a fierce defender of his family and loved his Velaryon brothers with all his heart.

Daeron crossed his arms as he leaned against the cold stone wall and observed Joffrey interacting with his brothers. Joffrey was wrestling with his alpha brother Jacaerys, while his omega brother Lucerys acted as judge, accompanied by a jury of two boys, one brunette and one blonde. The sun was high in the sky, the air dry enough to set Daeron’s throat on fire, but the Velaryons paid no mind to the scorching sun and hot weather. They laughed loud, especially Joffrey, who seemed to enjoy the company of his brothers very much. It was odd, to some extent, to see Joffrey tackle someone to the ground without menace. The wrestling match went on, and finally Jacaerys came out as the winner by straddling Joffrey and tickling him. Joffrey actually giggled and put his arms up in surrender.

Daeron couldn’t help but feel a surge jealousy rising from his stomach. In Daeron’s opinion, all emotions came from the stomach. The subtle pain when he was upset, the butterflies when he was excited, the nausea when he was anxious, and the sudden clench when he was jealous.

Jacaerys offered a hand to Joffrey and they both got up from the dirty ground. They went back under the tree shades where Lucerys had laid out a small picnic blanket. It wasn’t proper royal behavior to have snacks on the ground, but none of the brothers cared.

Joffrey accepted a piece of cake from Lucerys and popped it into his mouth. Daeron had no idea Joffrey even ate cakes. They seldom ate together, and in the rare occasions they did share a meal, it always ended in curses and sex. Daeron remembered one time that he nearly drowned Joffrey in wine by pushing his husband’s head into a wine barrel because Joffrey insisted on letting that handsome bard perform for them. Daeron hated the man and the seductive glances he threw at Joffrey. After putting on a nasty show of nearly drowning his husband in wine, Daeron had to kill the bard to preserve the image of the King. Joffrey laughed at Daeron’s hypocrisy with wine dripping from his dark curls.

“They are adorable together, aren't they?” Someone came next to Daeron, a man in a red robe with a small toddler clinging to his side and another baby in his arms, “You might think a married alpha will stop being so childish, but alas.”

“I don’t think anything.” Daeron replied, not impressed by Aegon’s sudden appearance. He didn't turn his head to properly greet his brother, partly because he didn't want to deal with his nephew. Seven forbid. Daeron hated children.

“I am sure you are mesmerized by your carefree husband.” Aegon said, amusement in his tone, “Because if you are looking at my husband with these love-sick puppy eyes, I might have to intervene.”

“Do you think father is a good fighter, uncle Daeron?” The toddler spoke, as if in cue with his mother, his voice clear and crisp like a bell.

“It’s not about what I think.” Daeron replied in the gentlest tone he could manage, “It’s about you, Jaehaerys. If you consider your father to be a good fighter, a good fighter he is.”

Daeron’s words were a bit too rhetorical to a toddler, but the boy clapped his hands and replied in an excited tone nonetheless.

“I think he is! Father said that I would be a good fighter too!”

Childish, Daeron thought. But then again, could a child be accused of being childish?

“You have been watching them for quite a long time, brother.” Aegon rocked the baby in his arms gently, cooing and kissing the baby’s round nose, “Why don't you join them?”

Daeron could think of a least a dozen excuses for why he hadn't joined his nephews, but all words died down in front of Aegon’s knowing smile. Since when did Aegon become so smart? Daeron decided that he liked Aegon more when his brother was a pathetic drunk head.

Daeron hadn't joined the Velaryons because he didn't know how to act around Joffrey who seemed to have no intention of biting his cock off.

Daeron might be an awkward man who didn't know how to handle his husband, but clearly Aemond was not. The one-eyed prince walked briskly past Daeron and Aegon straight towards the three brunette brothers, without sparing them a single glance. Aemond greeted Lucerys by kissing his husband’s hand, earning a string of giggle from Lucerys and two eye-rolls from the omega’s brothers. It was strange to see Aemond showing affection in public, not to mention such affection was for the boy he was supposed to hate. Daeron felt somewhat betrayed, really, for he seemed to be the only one who had truly hated Rhaenyra’s sons.

Jacaerys waved at them, and Aegon gladly waved back. They acted like a pair of silly lovers, which irritated Daeron to no end.

“If you will excuse me, brother, I need to join my husband in his merry ways.”

Aegon walked to the picnic blankets as well and sat down next to Jacaerys. Jacaerys pecked him on the lips before bending down to kiss their infant daughter. The two married couples soon enveloped themselves into two loving bubbles, leaving Joffrey alone with Jacaerys and Aegon’s boy Jaehaerys. Joffrey looked briefly in Daeron’s direction, their eyes catching each other for a split second before Joffrey looked down again and started talking to an overexcited Jaehaerys.

Even though their eyes only met for a second, Daeron was sure he had caught the challenge in Joffrey’s eyes. Join me if you dare.

Daeron wasted no time walking into the shades and threw himself on the fluffy blanket next to Joffrey. Joffrey smiled triumphantly, his lips curling up so nicely that Daeron wanted to rip the smile off his face.

“Look who finally decided to join us.” Joffrey said dramatically, “Us peasants not entertaining enough for a prince like you, husband?”

“Careful,” Daeron retorted smoothly, “you have included my brothers in your peasants claim.”

Joffrey laughed as he threw a handful of walnuts at Daeron playfully. Perhaps it was the steaming weather, or the suffocating love in the air that made Joffrey choose nuts as ammunitions instead of actual daggers.

“Stop wasting food, Joff.” Jacaerys scolded absently.

“Jace is right. It’s bad influence.” Lucerys said from where he was lying on top of Aemond, “Cover your eyes, boys.”

“It’s too late, Luke. I have already poisoned your sons.” Joffrey laughed as he reached out to snatch a small walnut off Daeron’s crotch and throw it into his mouth.

Daeron had never heard Joffrey laugh so openly and kindly. He had never been in the receiving end of Joffrey’s playfulness. The feeling was new and strange, but Daeron found himself intrigued by it.

Joffrey was good with children, unlike Daeron. He was patient enough to play the silly game of hide and seek with three toddlers while the children’s parents were exchanging little kisses and confessions of love. The air was filled the sweet milk scent of the children and the subtle herbal freshness of Joffrey, a bizarre but delicate balance. In the hot summer sun, surrounded by his deep-in-love brothers and their respective husbands, watching Joffrey chasing around small children, Daeron allowed himself to admit that he was, indeed, mesmerized by Joffrey.

Later that night, when they were back in the privacy of their room, their limbs tangled together like messy threads, Daeron asked if Joffrey ever wanted children.

“I can knot you to Old Valyria and back.” Daeron said, grabbing Joffrey’s hip hard enough to leave a nasty bruise.

“Don't get ahead of yourself, uncle.” Joffrey panted, his eyes cloudy with lust, “Your knot won't cure my infertility.”

“You never know.” Daeron bent down, his teeth inches away from Joffrey’s throat.

“But I do know.” Joffrey launched his attack first by wrapping his legs around Daeron’s waist and used the flexibility and strength of his core to flip them around. Now he was the one in charge of their sex session.

“Because it was me who made sure that I could never bear your filthy Hightower child.”

[barracuda-shark-games]

Wait Duke Clairmont is one of MC relatives? Anyway the hypocrisy of the man, his daughter can do what she wants and marry who she desires, but MC has to choose between life prison or death and be happy about it, otherwise they are an egoist monster... without speaking about Sadie...

So technically*, no he is not one of MC's relatives; not by blood, anyway. If that were the case, it would make Sadie a blood relative of the MC, too! Not that this isn't outside the realm of possibility, since noble houses often intermarry to secure alliances. A lot of the noble houses of Arevikland can probably trace back a few centuries to a common ancestor with each other, but by that point the relation is distant enough that it doesn't carry the stigma (neither social nor biological) of incest. That said, Clairmont is kind of like an uncle to the MC because he was childhood friends with King Achard.

As for how the duke feels about it... it certainly does seem like he's happy with this arrangement, and he certainly wouldn't wish that for his daughter. But King Achard would be within his rights to decree an arranged marriage for Kinborough, too, and Duke Clairmont would be powerless to stop that unless he'd be willing to risk the same as MC (i.e. a war between Somerled and the throne and his own execution for treason).

*Some lore trivia for you: Their lines do have history. 200 years ago, Queen Idalia (whom some players may have read some about already depending on choices) married the then-duke of Somerled, Hraban. His sister Silvina became duchess of Somerled. Duchess Silvina never married, but she did take in one of her nephews (i.e., one of the sons of Queen Idalia and King Consort Hraban) as a ward and name him her heir. Duke Clairmont's wife, Duchess Cateline, is the actual ruler of Somerled as it's her birthright, so she and her two children are very distant relatives of the MC. Clairmont and Sadie, however, are not. These details and more will be in the glossary, which I'm currently working on.

Aren't noble bloodlines fun? I should do a family tree at some point...

[lives4lovesworld]

This meta will highlight GRRM own bias and double standards when it comes to his (= the narrative's) judgement of Aerys II Targaryen, as well as the insincerity of the fandom's obsession and exaggeration of Aerys II's "madness" and cruelty.

GRRM singles Aerys out in his cruelty and has it directly linked to his unstable mental state, which is quite ironic(?) if one i) actually consideres how normalized violence, collective punishment and arbitrariness in ASoIaF world is. Yet few and far between are actually mad, and even fewer dubbed as such, and ii) puts his in direct comparison to other characters, which are never condemned as much as Aerys (if at all) by the narrative. And the fandom naturally doubles down on GRRM hypocrisy (given how anti!Targaryen it is) and insists to exaggerate Aerys's madness in every sense to one up against Daenerys Stormborn.

Aerys is condemn for his preferred method of execution. The fandom even goes so far to write numerous metas arguing death-through-fire somehow is crueler, worser and morally more appaling than any other method, especially when it's a Targaryen monarch to use it. This absurdity as already been refuted a couple of times in the context of defending show!Daenerys burning large parts of her enemies in the field, instead of the having her men exclusively killing them in battle. But as always it falls on deaf ears, since this hypocritical fandom holds Targaryen (and only Targaryens) to modern standards, to the point where they are condemn for executing their enemies. PERIOD.

And Aerys is the biggest victim of this absurdity. Both within the fandom (since nobody cares for him, no one defends him in pointing out the double standards) and narrative (since Daenerys has, unlike what the fandom conjuncts out of thin air, never burned anyone but Mirri Maz Duur and is a rescuer above all so GRRM obviously does and can not condemn her for deeds she didn't commit).

For example, he and Stannis Baratheon have both burnt their hands for "bad counsel during the war". Qarlton Chelsted was burned for his objection against Aerys's plan to torch King's Landing and Alester Florent for the letter that offered Stannis's full surrender (x) to House Lannister, after his lethal demise at the Blackwater (x). Stannis's hand was even his kin (through marriage) and in killing him, he committed one of the gravest crimes in their world. Yet Stannis is neither condemn as "mad" for the execution nor for the kinslaying nor the style of said execution.

The only thing GRRM seems to condemn Stannis for are his reasons behind all of his "sacrifices"; which is to misuse the power of death for his own personal gain. Be it to murder Renly to avoid defeat, take a rival out and gain his army, for favorable winds for his expedition, put a stop to the blizzard or gain dragons/be Azor Ahai. Although all of Stannis's misfortunes in his failing campaign for the Iron Throne (his demise at the Blackwater, his inability to gain anyone's genuine support, House Karstark's betrayal and the blizzard) could be interpreted as narrative punishment, Stannis's reputation (as a righteous, capable man) within the narrative never suffers.

The fandom as well has no qualms how Stannis let his uncle be burned alive in order. Especially, those that refuse to accept that Stannis is in fact NOT Azor Ahai, do not even condemn for that. It's excused as "means to an end" or "products of his time". Another prime example of the fandom's blatant hypocrisy and double standards one might add; While members of House Targaryen are condemn for the use of magic, especially blood sacrifices, and Daenerys is even accuse of burning people alive and kinslaying without this being the case, Stannis is allowed to utilize (blood and dark) magic, (consider) murder and burn people as he pleases, (consider) kinslaying (nephew, brother uncle-in-law and in the future his own daughter) and still be proclaimed the Right Man to Rule™ and altruistic TKwC.

Somehow in the fandom's nonsensical moral belief system Aerys depriving sadistic pleasure in watching men burn makes it apparently morally more appaling than Stannis's religious frantic, megalomaniac reasoning ("for the greater good") behind his executions (and given the fact that he is in fact NOT Azor Ahai/The Chosen One one could argue all these sacrifice are completely in vain.)

Aerys's cruelty is not unique for the ASoIaF world. And more importantly, I would dare to say that most of his "atrocities" such as i) the annihilation of House Darklyns and Hollard ii) the maiming of Ilyan Payne iii) his execution of Brandon Stark, Rickard Stark and their escort and his call for Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon's heads and iv) him prohibiting Elia Martell and her children to leave King's Landing, would not be seen as one of a madman, if Aerys's mental decline would have NOT been as apparent.

i) Lord Deny seized his King, killed his escort and subjected Aerys to torture for about half a year and threatened to have him killed in hopes to get the desired charter for Duskendale granted, that had been denied.

This was unprovoked high treason and broke all the laws such as the sacred guest right, the king's peace and all vows to obey and defend the king. How exactly should a king have dealt with such an uprising and insult to his person and political power? Which ruler would have suffered such grand affront, without exerting harsh punishment? Which ruler could have even allowed himself to be merciful, if it meant he will be seen as a weak king, signaling to the rest of the realm that one can take the king captive and hold hostage and get away with it?

To put in perspective; Robert Baratheon brutally smashed Balon Greyjoy's rebellion, burnt their homes, broke their castles, raped and murder the common folk and lastly gave Balon's last son as hostage to Eddard Stark to secure Balon's submission (x) after his elder brothers were slain. House Reyne and House Tarbeck were both in debt to House Lannister. Soley to restore House Lannister's prestige, Tywin demanded immediate repayment from them, (hostages if it was not possible). Both houses refused. Despite Tytos Lannister settling the matter, Tywin deliberately provoked both houses by ordering their respective lords to answer to Casterly Rock for their crimes. When refused, Tywin (without the leave of his lordly father!) raised an army and started his war of annihilation. The ruins of these houses' castles were left as reminders of the fate that awaits those who scorn the power of Casterly Rock, and "The Rains of Castamere" was written as a tribute to the event. Stannis Baratheon considered torching and raiding Claw Isle as punishment for its Lord bending the knee in captivity and House Stark extinguished House Greystark when it rose in rebellion together with House Bolton.

None of these extreme violent acts are deemed as "[their] terrible revenge" nor are these men seen as mad, cruel or unfit. And mind you, no one of these men experienced captivity and torture on their own person.

When one such reported that the captain of the Hand's personal guard, a knight named Ser Ilyn Payne, had been heard boasting it was Lord Tywin who truly ruled the Seven Kingdoms, His Grace sent the Kingsguard to arrest the man and had his tongue ripped out with red-hot pincers. - TWoIaF; The Targaryen Kings: Aerys II

ii) The maiming of Ilyan Payne is seen as way too extreme even for ASoIaF (only exclusively by the fandom) and as "Aerys being unable to hear the hard truth", despite a monarch (unfortunately) being well in his rights to teach his subject "respect", if he openly mocks his better, extreme violent punishment from a ruler being normalized as sign of strength and a warning to any potential rebels.

The crimes everything boils down to;

The full depth of King Aerys's madness was subsequently revealed in his depraved actions against Lord Stark, his heir, and their supporters after they demanded redress for Rhaegar's wrongs. Instead of granting them fair hearing, King Aerys had them brutally slain, then followed these murders by demanding that Lord Jon Arryn execute his former wards, Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark. - TWoIaF; The Fall of the Dragons: Robert’s Rebellion

iii) While the inverse-annals are clearly baised, GRRM has made it clear that Aerys is responsible for the rebellion (x), and that his call to execute them all was another product of his cruelty and paranoia. Which omits any nuance the situation had such nuances as;

Brandon and Rickard were on their way again back to Riverrun for the impending wedding between him and Catelyn Tully, when word reached Brandon of Lyanna's supposed abduction by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Brandon, along with his squire Ethan Glover, Kyle Royce, Elbert Arryn, and Jeffory Mallister, rode to King's Landing immediately. Upon entering the Red Keep, Brandon shouted for Rhaegar to "come out and die". Rhaegar was not present, however, and Brandon and his companions were arrested by King Aerys II Targaryen and charged with plotting Rhaegar's murder. - awoiaf.westeros.org; Aerys II Targaryen: Year of the False Spring 

A paramount lord and his heir barging into the royal court of a king (half of which would rather dethrone him and most did not see him as the ruler of the realm) and brazenly demand the crown prince's head BASED ON RUMORS alone in front of said court. For a supposed crime that stands in direct contrary to what is known of said heir (x, x, x).

While it's a well established fact that this fandom only intrest is to present House Stark as poor, oppressed, altruistic and wronged victims and House Targaryen as the evil warmongering lunatics, it is still mind blowing to see people glorify Brandon's stupidity as Protective Big Bro Thang™, talk how he should have escape the situation unscattered (because they believe the starks are the Main Characters™ and should have all the Syndromes (like plot armor) of one) and his execution being yet another uncalled atrocity of Aerys's madness, when Brandon literally has committed high treason through his rash actions. Even Catelyn call Brandon's action "rash" and his would-be father-in-law Hoster Tully called him a "gallant fool" for it.

A highborn father that would have politely ask them to lay out their complains (again) behind closed doors so he might calmly listen to these allegations and their wish to see his oldest one dead after the spectacle of their entrance, has yet to be named by obnoxious neutrals and "intellectuals" preaching such scenario as the solution to this fiasco.

Realistically speaking, what should Aerys have done with a paramount lord, his heir and their escort breaking the king's peace and threatening House Targaryen's power by demanding the Crown Prince's head? Insulted this gravely that they about to rise in rebellion with mighty allies. When it comes to this situation Aerys had been caught between a rock and a hard place;

He could have a) dismissed the accusations, let them go home and have the realm think of him as weak. Home to their seats, where hot headed Brandon would have likely raised the north in rebellion anyway and whose brother's foster brother Robert Baratheon would have likely joined him for his wounded pride. Risk the riverlands to stand with them as well for their siege lord's daughter Catelyn would have wed Brandon Stark. Possibly the Vale too, for Jon Arryn's beloved forster son's brother has raised in rebellion and his bride is Lord Tully's other daughter and Brandon Stark's sister in law. Or b) use this incident to dispose his 'disloyal son', so his chosen heir Viserys would have less threats in his ascend on the throne later on, yet simountanastly signaling the realm that one can demand a Targaryen prince's head based on rumors alone. Establishing a most dangerous precedent for the future of House Targaryen.

What might have salvage the situation without an all-out-war or an unacceptable, most dangerous precedent for House Targaryen('s might) would have been to dismiss the accusations. Instead of summoning the fathers of the escort and executing them all along with Rickard and Brandon, he should have send them to the Wall (which would have made Eddard Lord of Winterfell) and send for Benjen Stark as cupbearer or squire at the court (so he might functions as hostage over the North).

And even this might have not have worked for i) it would have been still a too mild punishment for conspiring to murder the Iron Throne' heir and ii) for they could have just refuse to take the black once at the Wall, return to Winterfell with the help of the Night Watch and call to war anyway (though House Tully and Arryn might have been more reluctant to join them in such a scenario)

Do these nuances make Rickard, Brandon and Co's execution less gruesome and the call for Eddard and Robert's death morally justified? No, but they show that they could have been committed by a sane sovereign too. But instead of being seen as actions of a madman they would have been seen as too-harsh (failed) precautions. (IMO Tywin and Stannis would act the same way in such a situation with the big difference that they would be cold and caculative, whereas Aerys had become aroused)

Princess Elia would have gone as well, but he forbade it. Somehow he had gotten it in his head that Prince Lewyn must have betrayed Rhaegar on the Trident, but he thought he could keep Dorne loyal so long as he kept Elia and Aegon by his side. - TWpIaF; The Fall of the Dragons; The End

iv) Same with iii) if one was to look at the political situation (especially before the rebellion) and analyze Aerys's actions without dismissing them all as one kf a deranged lunatic, this particular action was actually quite savvy.

Prior to the rebellion, the royal court had been devided into two parties; the king's and the prince's;

Chief amongst the Mad King's supporters were three lords of his small council: Qarlton Chelsted, master of coin, Lucerys Velaryon, master of ships, and Symond Staunton, master of laws. The eunuch Varys, master of whisperers, and Wisdom Rossart, grand master of the Guild of Alchemists, also enjoyed the king's trust. Prince Rhaegar's support came from the younger men at court, including Lord Jon Connington, Ser Myles Mooton of Maidenpool, and Ser Richard Lonmouth. The Dornishmen who had come to court with the Princess Elia were in the prince's confidence as well, particularly Prince Lewyn Martell, Elia's uncle and a Sworn Brother of the Kingsguard. But the most formidable of all Rhaegar's friends and allies in King's Landing was surely Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. - TWoIaF; The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring

Essentially the Second Dance of Dragons was brewing;

To Grand Maester Pycelle and Lord Owen Merryweather, the King's Hand, fell the unenviable task of keeping peace between these factions, even as their rivalry grew ever more venomous. In a letter to the Citadel, Pycelle wrote that the divisions within the Red Keep reminded him uncomfortably of the situation before the Dance of the Dragons a century before, when the enmity between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra had split the realm in two, to grievous cost. A similarly bloody conflict might await the Seven Kingdoms once again, he warned, unless some accord could be reached that would satisfy both Prince Rhaegar's supporters and the king's. - TWoIaF; The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring  

So contrary to the fandom's insistence of Aerys's reason behind his prohibition for Elia and the children to leave the capital being unreasonable paranoia or malice (or even godamn racism??), Aerys was smart. By ensuring that they were located in the capital, he gave the dornish forces a reason to defend it (essentially ensuring his survival) then had Elia and the children been safely in Sunspear or Dragonstone, they would have had no reason to continue to fight (and be slowly overrun) for the defense of King's Landing if the only one remaining there was the king that had disinherited Rhaegar's entire lineage and proclaimed Viserys his heir after Rhaegar death at the Trident (ergo putting an end to Dorne's hope to size the Iron Throne through a Martell-Queen Consort and later a half Martell-king).

Also contrary to the fandom's insistence on how Aerys's cruelty and paranoia breaks even Westeros's norm in taking hostages in war, even from his supposed allies and families (through marriages) is not unusual; the kings of the Winter are known to have taken child hostages to secure their subjects' submission, Quentyn had been given to Lord Yronwood as "blood debt" by Doran Martell. Theon had been taken hostage by Eddard Stark to ensure his father's submission. The Redwyne twins have been taken hostages by the Lannister court to ensure their father's loyalty (to lend them his fleet in their war). Where is the condemnation for them? Also contrary to the fandom's insistence highborn hostages, especially those who are considered family members are also not treated badly. They experience most of the privileges their birth and status grants them. Cases such Sansa in King's Landing and Jaime in Riverrun are the expection, not the rule.

But what is to expect from a fandom that lays the blame for Elia Martell and her children's gruesome murders on Aerys Targaryen (her father-in-law and their grandfather) and Rhaegar Targaryen (her by-then dead husband and their father) instead on the heads of the rebels like the liege lord of the men to commit the murders (Tywin Lannister) or the self-styled king (Robert Baratheon) who sanctioned these murders later (going so far as to making mentioned liege lord his father-in-law)?

Aerys II Targaryen has always been exclusively presented by the fandom as this horrendous sadistic monster without a heart. Every act of his a epitome of stupidity and cruelty with Aerys's madness as an inevitable by-product from coming from an incestuous union, despite this not supported being the text.

Aerys Targaryen was not born that way. His mental state in his later years was a product of the immense trauma he experienced throughout his entire life; from witnessing the death of his entire family when he was 15 years old, to being powerless as he and Rhaella were forced to suffer still births, miscarriages and dead babes in the cribs to his imprisonment and torture in Duskendale (x). The justified constant fear of being dethroned by his own son (x) and the feeling of never being deemed worthy or competent enough by others to the point where he not even seen as The King (x) likely only added to his instability and cruelty.

His paranoia, especially concerned Tywin Lannister and Rhaegar Targaryen, was also anything but irrational; Aerys was not in the wrong to mistrust Rhaegar as he later planned to dethrone him, which could only result in Aerys’s death should Rhaegar wish to ascend the throne as comfortable as possible. Nor for being wary of Tywin Lannister, who gambled with his life at Duskendale in hopes to get Rhaegar on the throne with his daughter as his queen. (x)

Aerys was not a fool to prevent Tywin from becoming Rhaegar’s father-in-law. Before the rebellion, they were the biggest threats to Aerys’s reign. Not only did he prevent an alliance between his two greastest threats, in giving Rhaegar Elia Martell to wife. The princess to the least densly populated kingdom (which is quite hated by the more "civilized" southern kingdoms such as the Dornish Marches, Reach and Stormlands for their blood feuds (x,x)) and with a small army, he also prevented Rhaegar from gaining exponentially more support had he married a noble daughter from a house with more wealth, resources and men (like Cersei Lannister)

And mind you (!) had Steffon Baratheon succeeded in finding a "maid of noble birth from an old Valyrian bloodline" in the Free Cities, Aerys would have given Rhaegar's a woman to wife that has absolutely no ties to any kingdom (which would have given him no political advantage beside whatever wealth her family would have had across the sea) and who would bee seen as 'foreign stranger', similar to Larra Rogar, Viserys II's wife.

Such a choice at the time was politically quite savvy: His supposed heir secured the succession without shifting the power balance too much by preventing Rhaegar from amassing even more support through an more politically advantageous match. That this choice later on backfired in the face of an external political threat (e.g. the rebellion) was unforeseeable and unfortunate.

Jaime's rise to a kingsguard was as well a less then perfect solution by Aerys for his (justified) fears; in appointing Jaime as kingsguard he had gained the most valuable hostage against any possible rebellion from Tywin Lannister, but he also had to endure Tywin's son day and night as shadow. Aerys seemed to have played by the motto "keep your friends close, but your foes closer" with Jaime as he had previously done with Tywin, whom he had refused to dismiss as Hand or accept his resignation (x, x) and suffered greatly from it (at first mentally, later with his life). (x)

As said, the reason why I wrote this meta was to showcase the imsincerity of the fandom's obsession and exaggeration of Aerys II's "madness" and cruelty, as well as to point the nuances that are often overlooked simply because Aerys was mad.

Afterall, how comes that Aerys's cruelty and madness is more empathized than anyone else's by the fandom? Where does the intrest and obsession for it as well as the need to deliberately twist Aerys's relatively peaceful reign (x, x) into one of terror unseen before come from?

Simple because Aerys's cruelty and madness must be given such great narrative and political importance, and his reign must be one of the darkest times yet, so when dany antis proceed to write their "metas" of how of Daenerys will be rejected by Westeros, never know home or love, become the-hidden-mad!queen-all-along™ and step into her father's foot steps by torching King's Landing and committing mass murder, have a "basis". The first one is even more ridiculous considering that Rhagear was beloved during his days, and is still, despite actually living under Aerys's roof till his 16th birthday, unlike Dany.

Nothing more, and one knows so because the same people won't predicted the same for their tool-character "Aegon VI" who is the Mad King's supposed grandson and son to Prince Rhaegar, whom most of them condemn just as harshly for whatever headcanon (pRophECy oBbsEsSed, vIsenYa) that has been treated as canon for too long. Not to mention that there is an abundance of characters whose fathers were horrible, yet there aren't daily posts on a character's utter mental decline based upon their father's flaws. (bioessentialism)

In conclusion and defense of Aerys II Targaryen; i) he is as much of a victim of tragedy and cruelty than he was an enabler, ii) his paranoia was not unreasonable iii) his cruelty is not at all unique for the medivial ASoIaF world nor in comparison to other characters. In fact neither his paranoia nor his cruelty makes him stand out in his madness, but rather his manic-depressive behavior iv) how his mental state does not render all of his decisions as one of a mad man.

I would also like to say that a forced abdication of Aerys decided by a Great Council with Rhaegar ascending the throne would have neither be the perfect solution as it is often presented. Had his abdication gone relatively smoothly (which would NOT have necessarily be the case (x)) it would shaken the laws and rules of Westeros to its core.

As the first Great Council had done it, it would have given the lords of the realm again the idea and power to decide who is to rule them. Which would have not be the positive, progressive, humanitarian step towards democracy as most mistake it but path a way of war and instability ambitious, vile lords would have misused for their own gain yet again.

If the first Great Council had established an iron precedent on the matter of succession, than such a second one (in which the lords could abdicate their rightful king because they are not content with him) would have path the way for any man to inherit his male relative's position if he manges to convince enough of his subjects to abdicate their current sovereign and put him as his heir (as son, brother, nephew, grandson etc...) through bribery and whatnot.

An era of chaos unseen would follow. Just imagine what the lords of the realm would have done with a king like Aegon V that would robb them some of their absolute power through his reforms. It would hollow out the crown of any power to protect and serve the small folk (be it through humanitarian reforms, against its lords or plan costly, necessary infrastructure)

The wars such as the Wot5K are a direct result of the illegitimacy of Robert's rebellion and how it had shaken Westeros's laws. Instead of the once rather cemented hereditary monarchy, Robert opened the door for Westeros to be wreaked by every sovereign that believes he can muster enough manpower to establish himself a self-styled King. (x)

IMO instead of gathering a Second Great Council, Rhaegar honestly should have just found a discreet way to have his father's poisoned. Although this would have been OCC for noble, valiant Rhaegar and quite harsh to expect from a son to do to his father (no matter their estranged relationship) it would the most practical decision.

[the-therapist-is-ace]

HERE IT IS @sappy-detective HOPE YOU LIKE IT

-Also if Shuichi feels like being irritated and less patient than usual it's because I was almost done and the thing erased itself so I had to rewrite it all x(

Shuichi was nervous. Which was, for those who knew him well, a fact thay wasn't exactly surprising. Still, he would like to think that here it was understandable.

His uncle had dragged him into one of those charity galas, where everyone was pretending to be but a humble person wishing to help. Where everything was a sham, and where the amount of money being thrown in those were enough to make the detective dizzy.

But unfortunately they didn't had a choice. After the Tragedy, numerous corporations got back together, or others emerged from the ground through... questionnable means. And Future Foundation finally made the Ministry of Justice bend to their will to get those groups investigated. But who would take care of such a heavy task? Take a guess...

Needless to say, his uncle's agency had been extremely busy these past few months. Not only that, but the fact that he was now recognized as the Ultimate Detective pratically pushed him to also be considered the Kirigiris' legacy's successor (why him?!)

But even after the Ministry of Justice agreed to help, in reality they didn't really intervene much. His uncle and himself were still denied the authority to investigate, and it was seriously becoming a problem, as they were hitting dead ends after dead ends because of being denied access to valuable informations.

And that was why they were here this evening. This charity gala was the best option for them to be able to approach the only person capable of giving this authority on so many cases and against corporations.

The Minister of Justice himself, Ken Saito.

Since he will be of attendance, that was why Shuichi was in a suit that his uncle gave him. -which was seriously itching his neck too...- He nervously reajust the collar at that.

He didn't even had his hat with him, he had to leave it at the agency (but by god did he wanted to have it right now. There were too many people, too much lights and too many eyes to avoid.) so he avoided eye contact as best as he could. Letting his uncle do the talking and following him close.

At first it wasn't much. Mundane talking, false politeness and the hypocrisy of the upper classes. You know, the usual in such an event...

That was until the minister arrived.

Immediatly, a crowd started to appear around him, as everyone was trying to greet him, or ask something, or try to get a favor... Nothing surprising really. It was always better to be on the side of the person who's literally responsable for every cases in Japan after all. But...

"Shuichi. his uncle said. I'm going to try and talk to the minister. You stay here, I'll be right back."

"What? But I want to help-" he frowned.

"I know, but be honest with me Shuichi. Do you really think you will be alright in a crowd like this? upon seeing the amount of people he grimaced and his uncle chuckled. I thought so. he pat his head. Why don't you help yourself with the food here in the meantime? I'll try to be quick."

After that, he left in the direction of the crowd. And since his nephew didn't have much to do and was invited to do so... Well he went towards the buffet.

The music was starting to hurt his head also, so getting away wasn't that bad.

Anyway, the detective was looking at all those hors-d'œuvres with a frown. They all just looked needlessly complicated and he was hungry.

"If I were you, I'd try the ones with cheese!"

He was about to just mumbled a thank you and go on his merry way when he realized...

Wait a minute, I know that voice.

At that, he turned around so quickly he almost dropped his plate.

"K-Kokichi?!"

"Oh, did I scare you that bad? Oopsie! I didn't mean to! he chuckled. Or maybe I wanted to see you jump out of your skin! Who knows. I'm a liar after all!"

It was. The Ultimate Supreme Leader (whatever that means) was right in front of him, his hands behind his head and a grin on his face.

That wouldn't be surprising if they were at the Academy. That wouldn't be surprising if Kokichi wasn't wearing a suit himself (but he was using his scarf as a tie he noticed. Also were those purple socks?) and he wasn't looking as if being of attendance in a gala was a mundane thing to do every day.

"W-Wha- How- What are you doing here?!" he managed to sputtered.

"Hm? he cocked his head to the side. Is Shuichi telling me that I have no rights to be here? That I should be kicked out? So mean! Are you going to call security on me? How could you?!" he whinned, starting to tear up.

Saihara winced and nervously glanced around. He knew that crocodile tears were coming and that if it was like at the Academy, it would create quite a scene. Which would be uh, bad in a place like this.

But to his surprise, even though Kokichi had tears in his eyes he wasn't screaming. Or doing anything other than pouting actually. The detective blinked.

"Wha-"

"What? Did you really think I would be stupid enough to cause a scene in a place like this? he looked at his palm in disinterest, crocodile tears nowhere to be seen. Pleaaaaaase Shuichi give me some credits! I'm not an idiot like the Astronaut!"

...Right. He forgot that the other teen could be serious sometimes. But it happened so rarely he's still surprised to see that side of Ouma's personnality.

"Alright... he frowned. But you still didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"Oh that? he grinned, putting his hands behind his head again. What can I say, I have powerful minions! They can even let me in a place like this. Lucky me right?"

The detective sighed and mentally put that in the "unanwsered" part of his mind. Because that had to be a lie. However the other wasn't done.

"Buuuuut... what about you? he put a finger on his chin. What are you doing here Shuichi? Because that's not the kind of place you like to be at." well he wasn't wrong.

"I had to accompagny my uncle to get investigation authority from the minister of justice." he answered, trying to keep it brief.

"Oh yeeeeeeeah right. So you don't get kicked out of your investigation." he said with disinterest, looking at his palm as if it wasn't a matter of the upmost importance.

"Y-Yeah. we keep hitting dead ends because we don't have the authority-"

"Weeeeeeeell seems to me like getting to talk to Kenny is going to be a bit hard you know?" he said, pointing at the crowd.

Shuichi winced. He couldn't even make his uncle in all of this mess.

"I-I know. It looks like it will be impossible tonight..." he sighed.

"If Kaito heard you he would have punched you for saying that. he again looked at his palm in disinterest. Hmmm... he put a finger on his chin again, thoughtful. I mean I could get you a one-on-one with my minion, but what can you give me in return Shuichi?"

The detective almost tripped at the statement.

"K-Kokichi you are not implying that you have contacts with the Minister of Justice." he sputtered, not even daring to say "under you" as the thought alone was too preposterous to be true.

But instead of just laughing it off as usual and saying "yep it's a lie!" the leader merely shrugged.

"Hmmm? Is Shuichi not believing me? So mean. he scoffed. Buuuuuuut since he oh so generously asked for my help, I guess I can bring you Kenny for a little talk! You'll owe me big for this one though. Bu-byyyyyye!"

Before the detective could even try to aligne a coherent sentence, the other waved and disappeared in the crowd, leaving a very confused Shuichi who was wondering what the hell just happened behind. _______________________________________

Not so long afterwards his uncle had returned. And Saihara didn't need him to talk to guess that from his expression, it did not go well.

"Sorry Shuichi... I couldn't get a word to him." he sighed.

"I-It's not your fault Uncle... There's a lot of people tonight." he tried, looking at the still crowd around the minister.

"That's for sure. But let's not give up. he tried a smile. Let's wait to see if we have an opening alright?" from his tone he wasn't even convincing himself, but Shuichi nodded.

"Alright..."

"Now come on, you went to the buffet right? Show this old man around, I'm starving!"

He quickly obliged, forgetting in the process that he ever met Ouma here of all places. He merely followed his uncle to get some food while they eat together and discuss detective work. (Not in front of possible suspects though. There were a lot of wealthy people here, including people from the corporations they were investigating, so they needed to keep a low profile.)

The evening passed quietly after that. Not much they could do, only checking from time to time if there were less people around the minister. There wasn't. If anything, as time went by it seems that more people where coming. It seems like tonight was not the day they would be able to speak to the minister... But if not tonight, then when?

However, Shuichi's thoughts came to a halt when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He shot a confused looked to answer his uncle's curious one before taking his phone out.

It was... private messages from Kokichi.

Kokichi: all done :p

Kokichi: if you want to have your talk, go outside and turn left

Kokichi: also you owe me a big favor now >:)

A frown. Wasn't that taking the joke too far?

"Shuichi? Is everything alright?"

"O-Oh uh, yes. Sorry uncle I just... recieved a message I didn't expected."

"Kokichi? Isn't that one of your friend?" he asked after reading over his shoulder.

"He's not a friend. a pause. He's uh... an acquaintance? A classmate."

Truth be told Shuichi didn't even know what Ouma was asides from their class' troublemaker. Asides from Gonta and Miu nobody could pretend they knew him well enough to be called "friends".

However before his uncle could respond, he got another message.

Kokichi: don't leave me and Kenny wait Shuichi! >:(((((

He was really going for the extra mile with it... Knowing him, he probably should go otherwise the other will bother him until he break. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Uncle but I have to go... If I don't he will continue."

"Oh don't apologize Shuichi. Actually, I think it's a good idea for you to take some fresh air, away from... All of that. he motioned to the crowd... which had dispersed? but no minister to be seen. Come to think of it, I think I will follow you too. Besides, I'm curious to see one of your classmates! You almost never bring them, I will start thinking you made them up!"

He sputtered at that. Kaede and Kaito aren't made up!

"I-I have friends! he protested. But bringing them to the agency isn't really professionnal..."

"Shuichi, you're just an apprentice for now, I will never tell you anything about it not being professionnal! he laughed. Now come on, let's not make your classmate wait!"

The Ultimate didn't protested, and merely followed his uncle to the door.

Once they were out, the detective let a deep breath out. It felt good to have a bit of fresh air... Especially after being stuck in a heavy atmosphere like inside the building for so long.

"Now Shuichi, where did you said he was waiting for us again?"

"He said to turn left." he mumbled.

However Saihara didn't know what to do. Technically he knew what to expect, it was just a bad prank even if it was a bit much.

But his uncle wouldn't be that understanding... Let's just hope the leader wouldn't get in too much troubles pranking an actual detective.

He sighed and took the turn with his eyes closed. Let's get this over with...

Then he stopped dead in his tracks, surprising his uncle who also stopped behind him.

"Shuichi? What's wrong-" when he saw what Shuichi saw, his voice died.

There was Kokichi alright. But he was talking to someone-

To Ken Saito.

He was talking to the freaking Minister of Justice. Casually. As if it was normal.

...

WHAT?!

Now, let him and his uncle the time to bring their jaws back from the floor in front of that unbelievable scene please. Thank you. Was there something in the food at the party to cause hallucinations like these? Shuichi wasn't sure but it would be worthy to check...

Anyhow, the illusion wasn't broken when Kokichi finally noticed them. Instead it continued, while he waved at them with a bright grin. Which also make the minister (the actual one. WHAT-) turn towards them as well.

Okay this is fine. Everything is fine. His classmate is with one of the most powerful men of Japan. Everything is perfectly fine. And why did they looked so friendly towards each other?

"Theeeeere you are Shuichi, I thought you ditched us!"

Nope, the minister was still here. That... probably wasn't an illusion then. But then how-?

A possibility quickly crossed his mind and he frowned.

"Kokichi, please tell me you didn't kidnapped the minister."

At his words, his classmate's eyes widden almost comically. Before crossing his arms.

"Shuichi really thinks I would kidnap Kenny? So mean! I'm evil but not that evil you know? I have standards!"

"Ahem, young man. the minister smiled at him. I can assure you, no kidnapping were involved here. I came here of my own volition."

Well, Saihara just embarassed himself in front of the minister of justice, this is fine. Perfectly fine. He felt his cheeks burning furiously. In the meantime his uncle was completely confused in the background.

"But if that's the case Sir. suddenly said his uncle. With all due respect, what are you doing here with a teenager, even an Ultimate?"

Mister Saito smiled at that, and the leader grinned.

"What can I say, it is impossible to refuse a favor to your little leader over here." he said, putting a hand on said-leader's head who giggled.

Aaaand that's it. We lost Shuichi. His brain just refused to compute what Ken Saito said. And did. Because it was impossible.

His classmate was lying... right?

This was all just an elaborate prank... right?

But why would the minister actually go with it? What would such a person, that is probably as rich as the Academy would gain from this? It didn't make any sense.

"I'm... sorry Sir but I think I misheard. What did you say?" his uncle was as shocked as him.

And in the meantime Ouma was just laughing in the background. Apparently the situation amused him a lot, which knowing the other teen is probably true.

"That's what you get for not believing me Shuichi! But I still did my end of the deal, you owe me a huge favor now! Also Kenny's kinda busy so hurry up and tell him what you need."

Right. Right they were at this gala for a reason, to get this damn investigating authority to be able to go further in their work. And his uncle didn't forget about that either, since he immediatly took the lead of the conversation with the minister.

In ten minutes they had a promise of getting the authority to investigate anyone they wanted, no matter how big the corporation, anywhere they needed, no matter the extraterritorial rights and the garantee to have the evidences they would gather protected.

While Kokichi was merely watching, a grin on his face and his hands behind his head.

"Is that all? the minister asked. Because I am afraid I have to return quickly..." he sighed.

"Urgh those old geezers are the worst. complained Kokichi. Can't leave you alone for a minute!"

"And yet you still asked to come." Ken Saito said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well duh, I couldn't let poor Shuichi complain about going nowhere with his investigation everyday! I'm evil, not heartless you know? he shrugged. Especially when my dear Kenny here have exactly what he need to finally stop sobbing about it!"

"I wasn't sobbing!" he protested.

Wait pause.

Did Ouma just admit that he came tonight just to help them -him-? What happened to the prankster that harassed -a bit too far by moment- Keebo?

"Besides my dear minion needed an excuse to have some fresh air from those jerks too."

"I can't deny that a bit of air did me a great good. he smiled and extended his hand to Shuichi's uncle. Well, since the little chief over there thought that my help was necessary, let me know if you need anything else. Or well, let him know, he will pass the message to me."

"I-Yes. Yes of course." seems like his uncle was just as shocked by the whole ordeal as he was.

"Well then, if you excuse me..."

He politely nodded before going back inside, leaving two detectives shocked and a leader snickering behind.

"Your faces are priceless! he laughed. I wish I had a camera to record that!"

"I- he shook his head. K-Kokichi, how?!"

"Sorry Shuichi! Noooooo telling! That's a super-duper secret. There's a reason why DICE never got arrested! a wink, then a pause. Aaaaaaand since this evening is so boring I don't see any reason to stick around! See you next time Shuichi, bu-byyyyyye!"

And just like that he was gone, sprinting until it was impossible to guess his form in the night.

When his uncle finally snapped from his shock to tell him they should go home, Saihara just nodded. But when they arrived there, other messages were waiting for him.

Kokichi: just tell me if you have any hard to crack cases! DICE will love to help

Kokichi: ...only if you join us tho! :p

Kokichi: and don't think i forgot about you owing me!

Kokichi: i want free grape panta for two months! or you could always join :>

The detective shook his head at that but couldn't help a small smile. He just prepared himself for the night, before sending a "I think I will just pay for your grape panta instead..." then went to sleep.

Well, seems like he knew what to do before coming back to classes Monday.

He'll need to ask for money to his uncle...

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To this day Shuichi still didn't know how the hell Kokichi got contacts with the Minister of Justice. (No he won't say working under him because it still feel too absurd to be true.) Because everytime he tried to bring the subject up, the other teen would just laugh and say "that's a leader's secret!" and refuse to elaborate, then change the topic. So Saihara had no choice but to drop the subject... If only the written document giving his uncle and himself the authority to investigate on his uncle's desk wasn't tickling his curiosity everytime he put his eyes on it.

When Kaede came to him exasperated, saying that Kokichi again lied about having one of her favorite musician in his organization, he couldn't help wondering if it had a part of truth in it...

If the Minister of Justice, why not a reknown pianist?

[ben-the-hyena]

I adored the Mario movie, probably the best Fillm ILMNT has ever made, but I didn’t like how Mario had to earn his dads and relatives love and respect by being cool, he deserved love and respect just for being a good person.

I didn't want to respond to this because it gets into spoiler territory but I did reblog a spoiler post about the same subject yesterday so

Well I do not see it like that at all. Mario's family already loved him and were proud of him, you see it how happy they are to see them walk in and the fact they ALL watched their commercial. But they are Mediterranean. As a Meditteranean myself, it is seen as motivating and encouraging to criticize your independant choices, and as just teasing to roast you. Especially men towards men since it is a little machist way of thinking therefore they need to "tough up" but it is encouraging their own way

Mario being in his 20's was raised in an American environment while his father and uncles have an accent suggesting they might have grown more with their Italian origins so he takes it badly as well as of course being low at the moment (as a Corsican who often fo through it I HATE it too, and I suspect if you are neurodivergent like I suspect I am you will too because it can be very stressing out, but you know that they don't mean it and it is in a way their way to encourage you thinking it will boost you up and to hide their own worries) while as you see they are all shocked that he is upset since it was not their goal. Mediterranean people are family oriented, and thus internally panic when the family safety choice isn't chosen (Luigi and Mario leaving their steady job for making their own). But when you do succeed, it is not out of hypocrisy that they then tell you they are proud and happy for you, because NOW they are relieved to see it worked after all. Plus, as the post I reblogged yesterday precises, see how Mario's dad wouldn't have mentionned it if he was not asked, meaning he was willing to keep his worries for himself and not ruin the mood, but then got carried away. And that himself didn't mean it to come off as hard since he wss surprised in the end with his "what ?"

Mario and Luigi did not earn their love and respect. They always loved them and the roasting is seen as harmless in Mediterranean society (in Corsica we call it macagna and can sound VERY MEAN OUT OF CONTEXT but is not a reflect of what the person thinks and they may be ready to punch someone else who says it) and the father's words were obviously meant to sound harsher than what he meant because he is worried about what future awaits for them after leaving a steady job, but just see how happy they are to have them for dinner. Plus, we saw they were dressed like that as babies, wouldn't you laugh and make fun if your nephew dressed up in their adult-sized toddler gears as their work uniform, and white gloves for a dirty (literally) work at that ?

In the end of the movie, seeing they almost lost them (when the Piranha plant eats them before their eyes, and after all they must have been missing for like 2 days), the dad no longer cares for the stoic and harsh Mediterranean paterfamilias way. He is too relieved to see they live and is also genuinely impressed (he saw them kick a fucking dragon by themselves !!!) So of COURSE he finally opens up and says he is proud. But he always felt it

And before anyone tells me "well then it's hypocrite to hate Encanto then since you justify it as Mediterranean family dynamic, Encanto is about Latino family dynamic", well no because it was handled much better in other movies like Coco or The Book of Life and because no matter the society it is NOT okay ro have a scapegoat and play favorites just because your life sucked and someone has to pay and you don't hesitate to publicly humiliate, encourage the others to be just as mean or neglecting and one fucking feels the need to banish himself so that you don't have to feel as bad as he had been made to feel for all his life by such a "loving family"

[lightoftheluna]

I don’t like it when it comes to Rome, no one wants to be around him or people throw it in his face how they had his father. I think Dom did the right thing when she moved to Columbia with Roman. She didn’t have to take Nessa in at all and they take Dom kindness as a weakness. I’m shocked she still cares, unless she don’t.

EXACTLY MY POINT NONNY!!!! They take Don kindness for granted and love to throw the shit in her face how Rome didn’t have James the way Nessa did. But once again my nephew lacked NOTHING!!! My twin, my cousins, my uncle, my father and Loki stepped up and showed up for any and everything. One thing for sure Rome knows what love is and he’s growing up in love and affection. No one ever tried to replace James or make it seem like he wasn’t needed. He did that on his own and somehow Dom became the villain for protecting her child? You’re a soldier who suffers from severe PTSD and mental strain and didn’t want Rome around that yet you have it in you to raise Nessa? It’s the blatant hypocrisy and bullshit for meeeeeee

[dailytafsirofquran]

Tafsir Ibn Kathir: Surah Al-Anfal Ayah 70-71

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

8:70 O Prophet! Say to the captives that are in your hands: "If Allah knows any good in your hearts, He will give you something better than what has been taken from you, and He will forgive you, and Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.''

8:71 But if they intend to betray you, they indeed betrayed Allah before. So He gave (you) power over them. And Allah is All-Knower, All-Wise.

Pagan Prisoners at Badr were promised better than what They lost, if They become Righteous in the Future

Muhammad bin Ishaq reported that Abdullah bin Abbas said that before the battle of Badr, the Messenger of Allah said,

I have come to know that some people from Bani Hashim and others were forced to accompany the pagans, although they had no desire to fight us. Therefore, whoever meets any of them (Bani Hashim), do not kill him. Whoever meets Abu Al-Bukhtari bin Hisham, should not kill him. Whoever meets Al-Abbas bin Abdul-Muttalib, let him not kill him, for he was forced to come (with the pagan army).

Abu Hudhayfah bin Utbah said, "Shall we kill our fathers, children, brothers and tribesmen (from Quraysh), and leave Al-Abbas By Allah! If I meet him, I will kill him with the sword.''

When this reached the Messenger of Allah, he said to Umar bin Al-Khattab, O Abu Hafs!

and Umar said, "By Allah that was the first time that the Messenger of Allah called me Abu Hafs.''

Will the face of the Messenger of Allah's uncle be struck with the sword!

Umar said, "O Allah's Messenger! Give me permission to cut off his neck (meaning Abu Hudhayfah) for he has fallen into hypocrisy, by Allah!''

Ever since that happened, Abu Hudhayfah used to say, "By Allah! I do not feel safe from this statement coming back to haunt me, and I will continue to fear its repercussions, unless Allah, the Exalted, forgives me for it through martyrdom.''

Abu Hudhayfah was martyred during the battle of Al- Yamamah, may Allah be pleased with him.

Ibn Abbas said,

"On the eve after Badr, the Messenger of Allah spent the first part of the night awake, while the prisoners were bound. His Companions said to him, `O Allah's Messenger! Why do you not sleep!'

Al-Abbas had been captured by a man from Al-Ansar, and the Messenger of Allah said to them,

I heard the cries of pain from my uncle Al-Abbas, because of his shackles, so untie him.

When his uncle stopped crying from pain, Allah's Messenger went to sleep.''

In his Sahih, Al-Bukhari recorded a Hadith from Musa bin Uqbah who said that Ibn Shihab said that Anas bin Malik said that;

some men from Al-Ansar said to the Messenger of Allah, "O Allah's Messenger! Give us permission and we will set free our maternal cousin Al-Abbas without taking ransom from him.''

He said,

No, by Allah! Do not leave any Dirham of it.

And from Yunus Bikkir, from Muhammad bin Ishaq, from Yazid bin Ruwman, from Urwah, from Az-Zuhri that several people said to him,

"The Quraysh sent to the Messenger of Allah concerning ransoming their prisoners, and each tribe paid what was required for their prisoners.

Al-Abbas said, `O Allah's Messenger! I became a Muslims before.'

The Messenger of Allah said,

Allah knows if you are Muslim! If what you are claiming is true, then Allah will compensate you. As for your outward appearance, it was against us. Therefore, ransom yourself, as well as, your nephews Nawfal bin Al- Harith bin Abdul-Muttalib and Aqil bin Abu Talib bin Abdul-Muttalib, and also your ally Utbah bin `Amr, from Bani Al-Harith bin Fihr.

Al-Abbas said, `I do not have that (money), O Allah's Messenger!'

The Messenger said,

What about the wealth that you and Umm Al-Fadl buried, and you said to her, `If I am killed in this battle, then this money that I buried is for my children Al-Fadl, Abdullah and Quthm.

Al-Abbas said, `By Allah, O Allah's Messenger! I know that you are Allah's Messenger, for this is a thing that none except Umm Al-Fadl and I knew. However, O Allah's Messenger! Could you count towards my ransom the twenty Uwqiyah (pertaining to a weight) that you took from me (in the battle)'

The Messenger of Allah said,  

No, for that was money that Allah made as war spoils for us from you.

So Al-Abbas ransomed himself, his two nephews and an ally, and Allah revealed this verse,

O Prophet! Say to the captives that are in your hands: "If Allah knows any good in your hearts, He will give you something better than what has been taken from you, and He will forgive you, and Allah is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.'' (8:70)

Al-Abbas commented, `After I became Muslim, Allah gave me twenty servants in place of the twenty Uwqiyah I lost. And I hope for Allah's forgiveness.''

Al-Hafiz Abu Bakr Al-Bayhaqi recorded, that Anas bin Malik said,

"The Prophet was brought some wealth from Bahrain and said;

Distribute it in my Masjid,

and it was the biggest amount of goods Allah's Messenger had ever received. He left for prayer and did not even look at the goods. After finishing the prayer, he sat by those goods and gave some of it to everybody he saw. Al-Abbas came to him and said, `O Allah's Messenger! give me (something) too, because I gave ransom for myself and Aqil.'

Allah's Messenger told him to take. So he stuffed his garment with it and tried to carry it away but he failed to do so.

He said, `Order someone to help me in lifting it.' The Prophet refused.

He then said to the Prophet, `Will you please help me to lift it!'

Allah's Messenger refused.

Then Al-Abbas dropped some of it and lifted it on his shoulders and went away.

Allah's Messenger kept on watching him till he disappeared from his sight and was astonished at his greediness. Allah's Messenger did not get up until the last coin was distributed.''

Al-Bukhari also collected this Hadith in several places of his Sahih with an abridged chain, in a manner indicating his approval of it.

Allah said,

But if they intend to betray you, they indeed betrayed Allah before,

meaning, (Butiftheyintendto betray you) in contradiction to what they declare to you by words. betrayed Allah before), the battle of Badr by committing disbelief in Him,

So He gave (you) power over them, causing them to be captured in Badr,

And Allah is All-Knower, All-Wise.

He is Ever Aware of his actions and All-Wise in what He decides.

[dirtytransmasc]

this was made solely because I'm crying about Wayne Munson, and I love me some angst. this isn't a happy ending, no I'm not sorry.

what if because the upside down is stuck in time, time has no effect on things from our world. meaning if Eddie's body is still down there, he wouldn't be affected by time.

Eddies uncle ends up joining the crew because he wants to know what really happened to his nephew, the crew can use an extra set of hands handling a literal fucking apocalypse, and when I'm Hawkins you are one wrong move from finding out life is a lie and it's being puppeteered by the government.

what if Wayne ends up in the upside down, and he finds Eddie's body, and because it hasn't been affected by time he just looks asleep, he hasn't started the decomp process, and Wayne is just destroyed by it.

Eddie is bruised and bloody, he's paler the normal, he looks socks and fragile and Wayne feels this instinct to protect him, to make it all better, but he knows he can't. he can't undo death, he can't nurse it away like the ruthless stomach bugs and viruses Eddie would pick up when he was still in school. he can't save his son, his little boy from death, like he did his father.

imagine Wayne Munson finally finding his boy, dead, and scooping him up. imagine him hugging him, sobbing, rocking his son like he used to do when he was little. pressing cold hands to his mouth in attempts to warm them and smoothing his hair way from his eyes.

mumbling "I've gotch'ya son, we're going home" as he carries him back towards the gate.

wayne would refuse to bury him as is, he's cleaned Eddie up many a time and he's not afraid of doing it now. imagine him cleaning Eddie's body and sobbing as he comes across each wound, each scar from his past. imagine him washing Eddie's hair (bonus, he borrows some of the good stuff from Steve since he was never able to afford it for Eddie), brushing out each lock with care. imagine him deciding what to dress him in, what he's willing to part with.

imagine Wayne having to help dig the grave himself, having to lower Eddie in, Eddie's wrapped in a blanket since they can't get a coffin at this point in time, having to give a rushed eulogy, making a cross out of scrap wood, eyes so filled with tears he cuts himself trying to carve Eddie's name into it.

imagine him sitting with Eddie for a good while, still caressing his scarred face, cause he can't pull himself away. he has to walk away when they start burying him, he can't watch his son be covered in dirt. Eddie was always claustrophobic and he couldn't imagine the fear he would feel being buried.

imagine him helping plant flowers at his grave, flowers deemed 'weeds' cause Eddie was so fond of them, claiming it was just another act of 'societies hypocrisy' deeming perfect good plants a nuisance because they 'didnt conform to hypocritical, nonsensical, idiotic standards' as Eddie put it.

imagine him sitting there night after night, smoking with his nephew, playing him the very guitar he taught Eddie on (Wayne introduced him to guitar on an acoustic, I will die on this hill, that's why he's so passionate about his music since it was always fueled by his real dad). playing the lullaby's he would play for Eddie when he was sick or having blights of nightmares. he plays his nephew to sleep every night.

I'm not crying, you're crying.

[darklinaforever]

Not to mention that for the context of Westeros, the marriage Daemyra or between Jace & Baela, and Luke & Rhaena, is not even seen as incest.

In this society marriages between cousins ​​and uncle & niece, or aunt & nephews are common. This is not a Targaryen tradition. That's reserved for brother and sister marriage.

When Alicent criticized the strange customs of the Targaryen family when talking about Daemyra, it just pissed me off, because a union like that is not reserved exclusively for Targaryens.

We clearly feel the modern thoughts of the screenwriters encroaching on the coherence of the GRRM universe, simply to try to make the Targaryen family appear to be the only ones practicing incest in order to shout to the spectator that incest is not good !!!

On the other hand, Alicent therefore expresses her disgust for a niece and uncle relationship, but marrying her own children between them for a question of power...

Hypocrisy at its best.

A Team Green supporter just tried to claim in a comment on the Blacks trailer that their side has no incest. ROTFL Somebody forgot about Aegon II's marriage to his sister.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 5 - Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki returns to claim what is his - willing to kill everyone in his way.

Warnings: Angst.

Words: ~1800

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A/N: Sweet little Feedback Anon, I took your suggestion. You know which one I mean if you see it. (:

Btw guys I have like 60+ Drafts I need to finish so pls be patient with me.

Word sure spreads fast among the folk of Asgard, about Odin’s shame and your innocence.

Since his lies had weakened the favor among his subjects, the Allfather was desperate to clean his name and reputation, ultimatively inviting you to come back.

But you declined, stating that this wasn’t your homeland anymore ever since they betrayed you to fullfill their selfish ambitions.

However, Asgard’s hypocrisy wasn’t the only reason you chose to stay on Midgard - you just knew that it would break your heart every day you’d spend on a place with so many memories connected to your deceased husband.

Earthlings, the people of S.H.I.E.L.D and especially Thor’s friends Jane and Erik Selvic had basically become like family to you. Even though they could never fill the void Loki had left in your heart, things being like this was more than you could wish for.

“Lady Y/N!” a familiar voice greeted you, yet his worried tone startled you. Thor was already standing in your room, practically kicking in your door as he was visibly upset.

Immediately, you put Liam into his crib and rushed to his side. “What’s the matter?!”

A strange mix of horror and excitement was stretched across his face, making your heart sink to your stomach.

Actually, you didn’t want to involve yourself with the Asgardians any further. All you ever wanted was for your child to be healthy and happy, no matter where this was possible.

But Thor was still your cherished brother-in-law, as well as a wonderful uncle, never ceasing to provide for you and Liam, even when everyone else had forsaken you.

Yet what he was about to tell you let your blood run cold: 

“Loki is back.”

Immediately, all the walls you had built up over those past months were crumbling as you collapsed to the floor, crying out of anger and relief.

“H-How? How is this even possible?! He’s dead! Loki died!”

“Pull yourself together, Lady Y/N!” Thor has always been a rather touchy-feely kind of person, in opposite to his raw and bulky appearance.

But right now, he wouldn’t dare to hug or console you, like he’d usually do. Instead, he was offering you a hand to help you get back up - which you wouldn’t be able to take just yet. “There’s no use in overthinking this! We need to hurry!”

“What do you even want me to do?” you wondered, because if your husband was really alive, you’d doubt him wanting to see you. “He’s changed...killed a lot of people before he disappeared. And still, I don’t wanna fight him. How can I be of any help at all?!?”

“We know he’s probably after you and the child” the God of Thunder stated coldly. “So you need to be transferred to a safe location.”

What can be more safe than a base of S.H.I.E.L.D? If only you knew he had already demolished a whole, giant outpost of them with ease...

“I’ll explain everything to you on the way.” “Let me quickly get the baby.”

“What, did you forget the name of your nephew already?” you chuckled awkwardly, but seeming to have struck a nerve.

Thor was only slowly approaching the crib in which your lovely baby was resting, staring at it with awe while his trembling hand caressed Liam’s cheek.

“Incredible...” he whispered mainly to himself,  as if this wasn’t the thousandth time he would lay eyes upon him. “He’s just like I remember him.”

Something was off.

Of course Thor had a spare key to your flat, but you had never heared him unlock it - he had just kind of appeared in the middle of the room. Could as well be that you had been to invested with something, or buried in thought to notice him, and yet...

“Wait” you stated, making him flinch away from the child and turn around. “My knees are still weak. Help me up first.”

With heavy steps, Thor would force himself away from the crib and towards you again, lending you another hand and easily pulling you up - just for you to point a sharp dagger to his throat.

“Lady Y/N, when did you summo-”

“Shut up!” you hissed, and the god held his hands into the air to assure his goodwill. "Drop the disguse. Now!”

The man let out an amused huff, a taint of green covering his body to revert it back to normal - revealing your husband.

His hair had become longer, and dark rings showed how devastating those past months went by for him. Yet still, he was unmistakingly your husband.

Yet a faint, mad spark in his eyes was what worried you the most.

Now he was holding a knife as well, both circling around the crib with a knife at each other’s throat, as if to dance with each other.

“So it’s really you, Loki?”

“The one and only” he declared, chest swelling with pride at his performance and completely ignoring your hostile undertone. “I missed you painfully, my sweetling.”

He looked to the side where your son was still sleeping soundly, regret clearly visible on his face. “Wha- what name did you give our child?”

“Liam it is.”

The smallest of smiles tugged on his lips, swallowing harshly to surpress the sobs wanting to break free. “Beautiful name. Very well chosen.”

Pain was stretching across your features, desperately trying for the dam of emotions to not break. The dagger in your hand vanished, rather choosing to reluctantly caress his cheek - to make sure this was really him, and not one of his illusions.

And it was really him, leaning into your touch with a content purr. “Yes, my love, just like tha-”

A loud noise drang to his ear, effectively cutting him off. He needed a second to understand that it was in fact you slapping him what caused the interruption.

“Dear, wait, I-” Another hit, this time it was your knee digging into his groin, making him gasp in pain.

With his current power, it would be a piece of cake to block you - yet he knew that after everything that had happened to you, and everything he had done...

...it was what he deserved. So he would allow you to let off some steam.

Yet much to his surprise, you were done already - now grabbing desperately on his cloak and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

He immediately reciprocated, dropping his weapon as well to embrace you fully, lips mingling with each other over and over again.

Oh, how long had both of you craved for each other?

“Sorry” you panted as your lips finally parted, “Just needed to get that off my chest.”

“Do not apologize, my love” Loki declared, chin resting atop of your head, still no intention to let go off of you. “I deserve far worse than that.”

You looked up to him, the kiss having made something surface in his eyes: So solemn, and incredibly fragile, it made your heart ache.

“Wha- what happened to you? Where have you been all this time?”

Loki’s face contorted at the question, as if the thoughts in his mind were physically painful. But his mind was clouded, unable to make his proper memory resurfacing. “Places far beyond your imagination, dear. And I have learned many things.”

“I-I thought I had lost you...” you ultimatively began to sob, face dug into his chest.

“No” the god whispered softly, his gaze still unwavering. “You always have me. I promise.”

“What now?” you sniveled as he gently pet your head, just as back in good old times. “Where do we go?”

“What do you mean?” Loki’s features creased into a slight frown, “We stay here. There’s no need to leave or flee.”

“Bu-” you hesistantly took a few steps back, to take in his full reaction. “But you’re a wanted criminal, Loki! On Asgard as well as Midgard!”

His manner became more defensive again, glee radiating off of him. “Oh, my sweet, innocent Y/N...still the idealist, I see.”

“And you are still insufferable” you scoffed back, crossing your arms. “What do you mean?”

Actually, you dreaded the answer.

The man seemed to be thinking about many things at once, eyes narrowing before he finally took a hold of your hand, squeezing it ever so slightly when he saw that you were still wearing his ring - even after everything that had happened.

“Y/N, my love, those deaths were a necessary evil.” He tried to peck a quick kiss on your hand, but you pulled away at those words. “The only crime I feel guilty for is having left the love of my life. But don’t you worry, I’ll make up for it.”

He summoned a staff, glowing in the same blue as the tesseract - and much to your terror, his eyes started to adapt to them as well.

“I will create my own kingdom, Y/N! Here on Midgard, with you as my queen! This is what you deserve, my love! You and our child will have everything you desire and more!”

“This is madness, Loki!” It wasn’t the first time he had heared that.

People always treated him wrongly, afterwards wondering why he was trying to create felicity on his own. “Is it?” he croaked, “Is it madness for a person born to rule two kingdoms to create a home he never had?”

His plan did not merit awe or any such feelings he hoped you to have - the only person in the world he thought would understand him.

“Loki, what your parents have done to you is inexcusable, yet-”

“They’re not my parents!” he screamed enraged, eyes then widened in shock that he had raised his voice at you. “My apologies, I...”

“They have kept the truth from you so that you’d never feel different. You know you’re their son, and the Asgardians are your family. You must know that!”

“You speak like mother” he spat, and still Frigga’s words he could not shake off as easily as Odin’s. “There is no going back to that place, and Jotunheim I never had a connection with. You most likely heared that I tried to kill Laufey, yes?”

Nodding in silence, you nervously bit your lip. “Please...” Wrapping your arms around him and placing one ear at his sternum, you could clearly hear how his heart was fighting a war, struggling to decide.

“You can still stop whatever you were gonna do. We can start anew somewhere, lead a peaceful life with Liam. I don’t need wealth or power, and you clearly know any of this wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you’re searching for!”

“As always, you’re right” he grumbled deeply, already regretting what he was about to do. “But it’s not that easy, my naive little dove.”

“No~” With his hand on the back of your neck, he infused a powerful magic inside your body, slowly shutting down your nervous system completely. As careful as possible, he cradled you in his arms and slowly led you to the floor, then proceeding to take his heir.

“The only thing I need for myself is our little family - and I will avenge you by murdering anyone that did you wrong, or tries to separate us again.”

[thebluelemontree]

At what point in ACOK do you think Aeron Greyjoy came to the definitive conclusion that Theon had indeed become a “soft” greenlander and puppet of the Starks? Was it five seconds into their initial conversation in Lordsport, or later on in the book, in your opinion?

I think Aeron already held that assumption before Theon even arrived, and was continuously affirmed of it the longer he was in Theon's presence. When the Damphair comes to collect Theon from the pier, his nephew's "glorious" return is proclaimed by the captain of the Myraham, a trading vessel, thusly: "We're out of Oldtown," the captain called down, "bearing apples and oranges, wines from the Arbor, feathers from the Summer Isles. I have pepper, woven leathers, a bolt of Myrish lace, mirrors for milady, a pair of Oldtown woodharps sweet as any you ever heard." The gangplank descended with a creak and a thud. "And I've brought your heir back to you."

The Lordsport men gazed on Theon with blank, bovine eyes, and he realized that they did not know who he was. It made him angry. He pressed a golden dragon into the captain's palm. "Have your men bring my things." Without waiting for a reply, he strode down the gangplank. I'm fairly certain the blank stares are not because they didn't know who Theon was. They were just told. It's that Theon is unceremoniously listed with the cargo AFTER the premium goods get first billing. And then Theon pays the captain in gold. Like, actual money for being offloaded as such. Oof. I can't think of a more culturally discordant homecoming for an ironborn prince. It's made worse by the fact that Theon is almost entirely lacking in self-awareness of how disconnected he is from the people and place he hoped to be welcomed back to. As if that weren't enough, Aeron then sees the embarrassingly besotted captain's daughter throwing herself at Theon as they part ways. This is kinda funny since Theon briefly mused that he ought to claim her as a proper salt wife, like the ironborn of old, which honestly would have granted him a bit more respectability at this moment if he had. Don't get me wrong, traditional ironborn culture is pukeworthy. I think it's generally a good thing Theon sucks at it, but this is the way Aeron would probably see it. One gets the impression he raked his eyes over this sorry spectacle, whispered "oh for fuck's sake," and just walked off: He hurried after his uncle, who was already well down the pier. Theon caught him with a dozen long strides. "I had not looked for you, Uncle. After ten years, I thought perhaps my lord father and lady mother might come themselves, or send Dagmer with an honor guard."

"It is not for you to question the commands of the Lord Reaper of Pyke." The priest's manner was chilly, most unlike the man Theon remembered. Aeron Greyjoy had been the most amiable of his uncles, feckless and quick to laugh, fond of songs, ale, and women. It is said that what we despise in others is what we actually despise in ourselves. Aeron was once a lot more like Theon, even in earning Balon's displeasure with his antics. He even spent some time as a captive in Lannisport, holding pissing contests with his jailers to pass the time. Nope, no bonding with soft green landers there. Definitely no fraternizing with them as equals. No, siree. Rather than empathizing with Theon for his years kept abroad as a hostage as much as for his foolishness and vanity, Aeron is curt, cold, and lording his piety over his nephew for their entire encounter. The judgement cast on Theon was already well-established long ago in his identity as the Damphair -- he who looks down upon those who smile, joke, and have a lust for life. There's a fair bit of hypocrisy and self-loathing being projected here. Though he blesses Theon and bids him to recite the words of the Drowned God, he goes straight for the jugular the second Theon presses his claim to the Seastone Chair:

His uncle grunted. "You warn a servant of the Drowned God, boy? You have forgotten more than you know. And you are a great fool if you believe your lord father will ever hand these holy islands over to a Stark. Now be silent. The ride is long enough without your magpie chatterings." You know, someone could have accused Aeron of being Lannister once for finding some comraderie beneath the Rock and smiling a little too much through his imprisonment. Maybe they did between his return home and his later near-death experience. As Theon notes, his uncle stays silent when he makes a fond connection between Robb's direwolf and his sister's longboat. Then when Theon mentions he remembers him as the uncle who loved to drink and sing, Aeron responds with a lofty platitude that that guy is no more, and he's been transformed utterly into a godly man as if he's trying to put many miles between the two as possible. It feels like does not like being reminded unless there is an asterisk "he sucked and he's dead" attatched. As a full-blown zealot of the Old Way, no one could ever accuse Aeron of being a sorry excuse for an ironborn again. Theon's just a living, breathing reminder and his ineptitude touches a nerve. Thanks for the question.