#they gave all characters another name(which is more of a nickname than an actual name) for localizations

[lacrimosathedark]

I need the comic book fanfic writers to be made very aware of something:

Roy Harper is the only one to EVER call Jason Todd "Jaybird".

This isn't a family name that he picked up on, or that Roy made and the family has adopted. Roy is literally the only person to call him that. Dick doesn't, Babs doesn't, Bruce doesn't, nobody but Roy does.

The others call him Jay sometimes, in old comics Jace was said a few times (which I actually like and wish people would use literally at all). Bruce has said "Jay, lad" like once and fandom adopted him calling Jason "Jaylad" but that's not horribly egregious so I tolerate it. Dick occasionally calls Jason "little wing". That's about it.

Jaybird is very specifically a Roy Harper thing.

(Honestly yall better appreciate me actually looking back in RHATO 2011 because BOY do I hate this comic. It's not only poorly written, but in my opinion, ugly as fucking sin and I need to burn my retinas now)

That is the first instance of Jason ever being called "Jaybird", and it becomes a lowkey running gag that Roy calls him that and Jason "hates" it.

And then we get this post Heroes In Crisis

This whole thing may have been poorly written because, again, Scott Lobdell sucks, but the intent is to evoke intimacy to make Roy's death hurt. Jason is supposed to have just lost his best friend and was told by Bruce Wayne whose last appearance in his life was beating the shit out of him and, oh yeah, who saved Jason? Roy Fucking Harper.

In addition to the fact that Roy only left Jason to get help for himself. He was supposed to be in rehab/therapy, somewhere safe, and he fucking died because of handwavy Speedforce shenanigans or whatever it's been retconned to now because nobody liked Heroes in Crisis. Roy was supposed to be getting better and he died ostensibly in an accident. Like if that's not the worst fucking bullshit--

This scene of Jason calling himself by what he deems a stupid nickname would mean jack shit if everyone and their goddamn cat called him "Jaybird". But it being a Roy-specific thing makes this scene distinctly about Jason being vulnerable and actively grieving. It's such a cliche trope, and a real coping mechanism, to call a deceased loved one's phone just to hear their voice in their inbox message again. He probably has no thoughts that Roy will ever hear it so this is just for him, but he's letting himself accept this dumb nickname Roy gave him now because it was Roy that gave it to him and Roy is fucking dead.

Like, in fairness it probably frustrates me more because I ship the two and parallel it with Oliver calling Dinah "pretty bird", but like...even as just a cheeky friend nickname, nothing romantic behind it, having everyone else call Jason that feels wrong. Especially his family who he still has so many issues with and, like it or not, he's closer to Roy than literally any of the Bats at this point.

This isn't the only time I've seen the fandom do this (this being giving nicknames between characters that just don't exist); Jason calling Tim "replacement" is absolutely rampant in the fandom and I hate that too because he never calls Tim that, and refers to him as such like once. I have a whole list of actual nicknames and insults these motherfuckers call each other somewhere, but maybe another time.

In short

STOP HAVING EVERYONE CALL HIM JAYBIRD.

Thank you and have a nice day. <3

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity

chapter seven

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): this is quite long, canonical voldemort style violence, use of one wizard slur (bloodtraitor), one mention of torture, parental death (minor mentions)

series masterlist; previous part; next part

The weeks flew by after that day in the Room of Requirement. In those weeks, you and Mattheo had gotten nowhere with researching your newfound siphon abilities, as most literature was just a regurgitation of previous works. The two of you grew closer, sessions usually ending in a spontaneous make out or sensual tryst, but he still refused to go any further than that. Refused to be completely vulnerable with you. Safe to say that your days were a lot more interesting, but it was becoming harder to hide your clear feelings from the prying eyes of your curious friends.

Harry had been frequently visiting Dumbledore's office for his own lessons of sorts and he had learned more about Mattheo's father, Tom Riddle, but nothing about why he needed one of Slughorn's specific memories.

The four of you were slaving away in one of the Herbology greenhouses when Hermione brought up the subject of Slughorn's illustrious dinner parties, which Harry had been avoiding.

"There's no way you'll be able to get out of this one because he actually asked me to check your free evenings, so he could be sure to have it on a night you can come." she said, wrestling with the weird pod-like creature that you were studying for that week.

Harry groaned as you snickered at his misfortune. Meanwhile, Ron, who was attempting to burst his pod in the bowl by putting both hands on it, standing up, and squashing it as hard as he could, shared a look with you and said angrily, "And this is another party just for Slughorn's favorites, is it?"

"Just for the Slug Club, yes," said Hermione, annoyance written on her face.

The pod flew out from under Ron's fingers and hit the green house glass, rebounding onto the back of Professor Sprout's head and knocking off her old, patched hat, causing you, Ron and Harry to let out loud laughs that died out at the Professor's unimpressed look sent your way.

Harry went to retrieve the pod while Hermione carried on, "Look, I didn't make up the name 'Slug Club'—"

"'Slug Club,'" repeated Ron with a sneer worthy of one of Malfoy's. "It's pathetic. Well, I hope you enjoy your party. Why don't you try hooking up with McLaggen, then Slughorn can make you King and Queen Slug—"

"You almost sound jealous, Won Won." you teased, using Lavender's cringe-worthy nickname that he clearly abhorred. Despite having a girlfriend, you just knew that somewhere deep down in his stupid, stupid brain, Ron still had feelings for Hermione.

"We're allowed to bring guests," Hermione, who had turned a bright, boiling scarlet, snapped, "I would have asked you, but I don't think your girlfriend would like that very much."

You turned to face Ron as he gufawed at your best friend. "Don't worry Ronald, I'm not one of his favourites either. Teddy's invited me as his plus one for this one, I'll let you know what we're definitely not missing out on." He only glared at you again in response.

Theodore had asked you to accompany him so that he wouldn't be stood alone as Blaise flirted his way through the other pureblood attendees. You had agreed and he gave you free reign of his Gringott's vault to choose a dress from a boutique that Pansy had graciously taken you to. It paid well to have a rich friend or two in this world.

It seemed that everyone knew of Slughorn's party and the chance of going as a guest with one of his members – you and Hermione caught Romilda Vane and her friends whispering about 'Harry' and 'Fred and George' and 'Love Potions' in one of the girls' toilets in the intermission between Transfiguration and Potions, and had watched in shock as they discreetly opened one of the twins' own Love Potions disguised as perfumes between them. You had both warned him to be wary of them, but of course Harry rarely listened to the two of you.

The three of you were walking out of the now-closed library, Ron off with Lavender Brown somewhere, when Romilda came up to him and offered him a bottle of Gilllywater. Hermione's i-told-you-so look had him declining it, but she seemed prepared and had shoved a pink heart shaped box of chocolates into his arms.

"Chocolate Cauldrons." the girl had said. "They have fire whiskey in them. My grandma sent them, but I don't like them."

Romilda smiled before walking away.

"Definitely firewhiskey in there," you say sarcastically. "Give it a whiff before you eat them. Make sure it's not Ginny you're smelling." you say before leaving the pair, laughing at Harry's disgruntled look and making your way to the Ravenclaw common room, intent on researching a book on Mermaids and Siphoners, but you weren't confident that you'd find information that wasn't in the books you'd already combed through.

~∞~

"I'm going with Luna." Harry said the next day. "To Slughorn's party. I'm going with Luna."

"That's wonderful, Harry." you say with a smile. "She really needs a pick-me-up bless her. Some idiot in her year keeps stealing all her things."

The girl came and told you not an hour later, an excited gleam in her pale blue eyes.

~∞~

A few days later, you were waiting outside the Slytherin common room, nervously smoothing out nonexistent creases from the fine silk of your deep green evening gown. You had agreed to meet Theo, Blaise and Pansy here before walking to Professor Slughorn's office together, where the dinner party was being held.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door to the common room, not knowing the password for it, obviously. The person who answered it made you want to smite them immediately – Greggory Goyle was as nasty as they came.

"What do you want, bloodtraitor?" he spat as he glared down at you, before his beady eyes snapped to your body, namely your chest.

"Not that it concerns the likes of you," you say, voice full of venom, "But I'm waiting for my date to Slughorn's dinner party."

"What poor soul agreed to take you to something as sophisticated as a dinner party?" the boy sneered, his gaze beginning to become an uncomfortable hindrance before your friend's voice rung out into the empty corridor.

"I did, Goyle. Now kindly fuck off." Theodore snapped before his gaze softened on your form. "Tesoro, you look dazzling." his face lit up with a smile as he twirled you under his arm.

"Thank you, Teddy." you flushed, while giving him a once over. "My, my, don't you clean up nicely." he swatted away the hand that patted his cheek.

As you were greeting Theo, the rest of his friends exited the common room, Lorenzo announcing that you'd have to wait for Blaise to 'stop staring at his reflection' as he did. It was obvious that Theo and Pansy were regulars at illustrious dinner parties: Theo wore a tailored suit, with a crisp white shirt and a dark green silk waistcoat and tie (charmed to match the exact colour of your own dress); Pansy wore a sleek dress in a rich shade of deep plum and her face was painted exquisitely with makeup that accentuated her pretty siren eyes, her short black hair styled into a flattering bob. She had come right up to see you in the dress she'd helped you pick out: a dark green silky number that hugged your body in the most flattering way.

She was busy fawning over the way your hair fell over your shoulders gracefully, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you felt a familiar prickle in the back of your mind. You turned to find Mattheo, white shirt partly unbuttoned, hair disheveled and eyes slightly bloodshot as he admired you with no shame. The way his deep, onyx eyes took you in from head to toe made you feel hot all over, and the words he spoke into your mind, made you melt even further. If that was even possible.

You look beautiful, love.

You smile at him in gratitude which was sent in waves to the forefront of his mind – a new trick he had taught you. He nodded his head with a proud smirk which sent flutters right to your core.

You look much better in Slytherin green than Ravenclaw blue, darling. You should indulge more often.

The boy was actually flirting with you and he basked in the sight of your flustered expression.

Pansy was the only one of the surrounding group to see your interaction and she gave you a look that you understood was her way of telling you that the two of you would be discussing this later.

Finally Blaise, who had just stumbled out of the stonewall entrance, said with an exasperated breathe: "Let's get this over with, please. I want to get there so I can leave earlier. If Slughorn asks me about my mother's latest husband one more time I may explode."

You stifle a laugh behind your hand as the tallest Slytherin glares down at you. "Were you not the one making us all wait in favour of admiring yourself in the mirror, Zabini?"

"When you have a face like mine, it must be admired Meadow." he replied with a self-assured smirk. Lorenzo practically guffawed at this, which is when you notice that his eyes were bloodshot like Mattheo's. But he was always a cheerful boy, seeing him laugh was a regular occurrence within this group.

Soon after Blaise appeared, you hooked an arm in the crook of Theo's elbow and the four of you began your walk to the classroom, completely missing the glare that Mattheo was pointing at the back of his best friend's head.

Compared to other offices you'd seen, Slughorn's was namely the biggest. Drapes of emerald, crimson and gold were streamed about the ceilings and walls, creating a tent-like effect about the room and thousands of faeries fluttered about the golden glow of where the apex of the drapes met, the faint fluttering of their wings could be heard over the music and chatter. The moment the four of you entered you'd commented on how crowded and stuffy it was as a live classical band played over the loud conversation from older wizards all around the room.

"I didn't know he invited elders here." you mumble to Theo who hums at you.

"It's all networking. A way to secure future positions in the Ministry." he said, resentment dripping from his tongue.

"And you don't want that?" you ask, staring at his profile, thanking him when he gave you a flute of champagne.

"I wanted to be a professional quidditch player, but my father wants me to follow in his footsteps." he says, before dropping his voice to a mere whisper. "And I mean that in all senses of the word, tesoro. It's not something I particularly want."

You hummed at his answer but squeezed his arm all the same. He sent you a sideways glance full of warmth. You'd almost forgotten about what he would endure during the upcoming holidays; it made you feel inexplicably guilty that you'd be having fun with your friends and family while Theo would be suffering.

Blaise and Pansy had already found themselves at the table of food platters with Daphne Greengrass, which is where you also found Harry, Hermione, Luna and Cormac Mclaggen. You grabbed Theo's hand and dragged him towards them, ignoring his discontent with being within radius of Harry and Mclaggen.

"Hi guys! Mclaggen." you say as you reach the quartet. "Mione, Luna you both look gorgeous."

They both thank you before all four of them frown at the boy behind you. "Oh for Rowena's sake, he won't bite, will you Teddy?" You sent him a pointed look over you shoulder, which had him instantly agreeing, albeit reluctantly.

"Only if they don't bite first." he says, his deep, accented voice dripping with uninterest. "Let's go and dance, tesoro. Make the night a little less unbearable."

You agreed and spent a majority of the night sipping on expensive wine and laughing with your three Slytherin friends, mindful to avoid Harry's looks of something that you couldn't name that he sent your way.

~∞~

The four of you spent hours dancing, only interrupted when Harry asked to steal you away to dance with him, as Luna had become caught up in a conversation with Ginny, Dean Thomas namely absent from her side. While you and Harry were contently swaying, there was a disturbance at the entrance.

You watched in the corner of your eye as Harry's face lit up with a sinister smirk at the sight of Malfoy being dragged into the room by Filtch who had him by the scruff of his robes.

"Professor Slughorn!" he said in his typically slimy voice. "Found this one lurking in the corridors upstairs. Claims he was invited to your party but was delayed in attending. Did you issue an invitation?"

If looks could kill, Filtch would be six feet deep.

Malfoy was glaring at the man with distain and fury as he yanked himself free of the caretaker's grasp, brushing away imaginary flecks of dirt from his rumpled suit.

"All right, I wasn't invited!" he said angrily. "I was trying to gatecrash, happy?"

Filtch was evidently not happy about this, but the look of immense joy that crossed his face sent shivers down your spine.

"You're in trouble, you are! Didn't the Headmaster say that night-time prowling's out, unless you've got permission, eh?"

Slughorn dissipated the situation with drunken ease, inviting Malfoy to stay for the remainder of the dinner party. Harry's face was a picture of bewilderment, mirroring Filtch's one of overwhelming disappointment.

"He looks a bit ill doesn't he?" you say under your breathe as Hermione comes to stand beside you.

"Who?" Harry asked, dumbly. You stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

"Malfoy. He does look ghastly pale." Hermione mumbled while you all watched as he chatted away to Slughorn about his grandfather.

"He's up to something." Harry said obstinately. You and Hermione shared a look and simultaneously rolled your eyes.

"You've got to stop with this Harry. You don't know for certain that he's a Death Eater." Hermione muttered, keeping her voice low enough that others wouldn't hear. "It's bad enough that you outright accused him in front of Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape."

"I still can't believe you had the audacity, to do that." you say, but Harry wasn't listening to either of you. In fact he followed right out behind Snape and Malfoy when they exitted the room, not ten minutes after the latter's noisy arrival.

"Oh for fuck's sake." you grit your teeth at your friend's stubbornness. Hermione shook her head before dragging you over to where Luna and Ginny were stood, having watched Harry sneak out.

~∞~

With the Christmas holidays finally upon you, you were spending a few days at the Burrow with Ron's family before you floo'd home to your family.

Hermione's lack of presence seemed to lay heavily upon you as you sat next to the empty seat in the kitchen that she'd always sit in. You don't know how she puts up with Ron and Harry without you – a headache was slowly building up in your temples as Ron asked Harry to repeat what he'd heard when he followed Snape and Malfoy out, for the millionth time, as the three of you polished Mrs. Weasley's cutlery.

Finally reaching a breaking point of sorts you snap at the pair.

"If you defy the unbreakable vow, you die. It's a sacred pact, Harry. Are you certain that Snape accepted one?" they turn to look at you as if forgetting you were there.

Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Fred and George almost convinced me to make one when I was five, but Dad went mental when he found us. Only time he's ever been scarier than mum." he pauses before adding an anecdote about Fred being punished pretty severely, which seems to summon the two giant twins into the kitchen, clad in expensive slacks, making fun of the fact that Ron and Harry were still not of age yet – unlike you. Fred turned to you then, a bright smile lighting up his face.

"Hello gorgeous, how are you coping with these ninnies without Mione?" he had a dazzling smirk on his face, which you would've fallen for once upon a time, had a polar opposite, wicked smirk not taken up your entire mind.

"Barely, as usual. How've you been, Freddie?" you smile up at him as he sits on the edge of the table, leg brushing your's.

Ron dramatically gagged, interpreting this as a flirtatious interaction. This turned the twins' attention onto him once more.

"We've heard through the grape vine that you have a new beau, Won Won." George said with a smirk. Ron turned to glare at you and you held your hands up in surrender. If you could use your legillimens abilities on him, you'd be screaming "it wasn't me, I swear!", but Ron would surely have a heart attack if you so much as whispered into his mind.

"Lavender Brown, was it? That's what Ginny said in her letters. How'd you manage to bag a girl, Ronniekins?" Fred chimed and they snickered as Ron's face went bright red.

"Piss off, will you." Ron mumbled, you and Harry smirked at his discomfort. "She's sweet."

"And here I thought he and Mione would've overlooked their pride and gotten together by now." Fred murmured to you, his breathe hitting the shell of your ear. You turned to face him, finding his alluring blue eyes staring right into your own.

"I believe that means you owe me a galleon...or five. I recall a bet we made at the Yule Ball, Weasley. It's time to pay up." you say, your eyes glinting mischievously as you held out your palm expectantly.

"You and your memory will ruin me, woman." he mutters scornfully, but he gives you a stack of galleons, discreetly nonetheless. You smile victoriously.

"Good to know business is treating the two of you well, Freddie." he smiles and shares a look with George.

"When are you coming to visit the shop, Meadow?" George asks as he uses his wand to slow Ron's polishing down.

"Is that an official invitation, Weasley?" you ask, satisfied with the peace you feel by being in the Burrow again, despite Hermione not being there.

~∞~

Mattheo hates his father with a burning passion. Tom Riddle was a cold, manipulative and tyrannical man who was absolutely not fit for the role of 'dad'. It's ironic, he thinks, that he should have a father who was incapable of feeling love, in all senses of the word. But Tom had loved Mattheo's mother once, in some sick and twisted way. Maybe it wasn't love, but he had a sick devotion for the woman that Mattheo never got to meet. She died after giving birth to the Riddle heir.

When his father was defeated all those years ago, Mattheo was handed off to the first family that bothered to know of his existence. Theodore Nott Senior was even less of a good father, to both him and Theo. But Teddy's mother took on the responsibility of showing them what it is to be kind, loving and compassionate.

That all withered away upon her death when he was only eight years old. It broke him, but it broke little Theo even more to lose the only parent who ever cared for him. Over the years, the well-mannered, inquisitive little boy transitioned into a coldhearted, unfeeling person, but sometimes Mattheo wished that people saw him for who he truely was, instead of the person they painted because of who his father was.

It's the reason he feels so drawn to you, he summises.

Someone who should hate him, someone who should despise him for all that he is, looked past his carefully constructed armour and saw that broken boy within. He wondered how long that would last, when you found out how much of his facade was his true identity. In his eyes, Mattheo was a monster. A carbon copy of his father.

The vast dining room that he found himself seated in felt entirely too small. The atmosphere was ripe with anticipation as the Dark Lord himself stared down at them from his erected throne at the head of the table. Mattheo sat in the seat adjacent to him, as his 'right hand man'. Showing that he would never be anything more than a soldier to his father. Lucius Malfoy sat opposite him, Bellatrix Lestrange in the next seat as she nodded in rapt attention to whatever Voldemort was saying.

The doors to the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor swung open with a slow and menacing creak, inviting Draco to walk in, followed closely by Theo and Enzo.

This is the part of the holidays that Mattheo had been dreading the most.

"Thank you kindly for fetching me our guests, Draco. Please be seated boys, and let dinner be served." Voldemort's hand sweeped through the air and the three chairs beside Mattheo pushed out at their own accord; his friends took the seats wordlessly, Theo seating in the one opposite Bellatrix.

Shortly after, the family's house elves wordlessly clicked their fingers and a feast appeared before them all. Mattheo didn't touch a single piece of food on his plate. Neither did his three friends, his brothers. He was infinitely grateful that Blaise and Pansy were not here. He planned on maintaining that for as long as he possibly could.

After the food, some of which had barely been touched by the hoard of Death Eaters in attendance, had disappeared, Voldemort stood up, towering above them all like an angel of death.

"Now we indulge in my favourite part of the evening." he says, clapping his thin, boney hands together delicately. "Theodore, Lorenzo...please, join me."

He held out his hands, offering the 'stage' to his son's friends. Mattheo had to physically claw at the seat beneath him to refrain from stopping them as they obeyed. Theo's chest shook with uneven breathes and Enzo didn't dare look anyone in the eye. Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unprepared to watch his friends submit to the same fate.

"Who wants to go first?" Voldemort asked the two boys, his snake-like voice coated in something akin to excitement and glee. When neither boy spoke up, he slammed a hand to the table, causing everyone in near viscinity to flinch. A vision of pure psychotic rage paints the monster's face.

"Fine." he snapped. "Mattheo, my son, come up here please."

Mattheo schooled his features and locked any thoughts of his friends, of you, up tight. When he was within reach of his father, Voldemort caressed his shoulders, strong from years of relentless Quidditch training, and whispered, his voice a mere hiss as he spoke in the tongue that only the two of them, and Harry Potter could understand.

Choose. He whispered. Who will go first? Choose and I'll spare you my wrath later.

Mattheo didn't know what to do, he was crumbling in front of his father's loyalist of followers, who were snickering and whispering amongst themselves. The insurmountable feeling of guilt festered in his stomach, a sick feeling persisting in his gut. How could he subject any of his friends to this?

CHOOSE! Or I will hunt down anything you hold dear. That is a promise, boy.

He couldn't let his father know about you. He knew the moment he discovered your abilities, Voldemort would seek you out and trap you with no hope of escape and use you for his own power hungry means. He couldn't let that happen.

"I'll go first." Theo's voice broke through his inner turmoil and Voldemort's sinister smirk travelled to his best friend's face. Theo was masking his terror well, but Mattheo saw right through him. Enzo visibly sagged in relief, no matter how short lived it was. He straightened when Mattheo entered his mind.

Don't show weakness. It'll be over soon, I promise brother. I'm sorry.

He gave an almost imperceptible nod. His features schooled into masked indifference.

"Theodore, my boy." Voldemort crooned. "What a good example you set for our young recruits. So...eager." a dig at Draco, who was yet to make headway in his task. "Come."

He beckoned Theo with a single come-hither motion. Theo moved with poised grace and knelt before the Dark Lord, staring up at the creature with stoney eyes. "Just like your mother." he tutted, and Mattheo clenched his fists tightly, fury painting his veins in vibrant fire. "It's a shame, truely."

Voldemort took hold of Theodore's left arm with bruising force but did the opposite of what Mattheo expected. "Mattheo, come. Since you failed to choose, you will do the honours for me. Mark him."

He began to protest, but Fenrir Greyback was behind him in seconds, pushing him to the ground with brute force. He struggled and fought until his father held a hand that physically stopped the fight with his magic.

"I won't do it." Mattheo spat. "No."

Voldemort's head contorted the way a snake's would when agitated and he shot a singular curse at his son with no hesitation.

Mattheo writhed as the effects of the Cruciatus curse overtook all his senses. Consumed in his agony he failed to acknowledge the sound of his best friends' grunts and screams as their skin was branded with the skull and snake of the Dark Mark, identical to the one festering on his scarred left arm.

There was no saving them now.

But at least Blaise and Pansy were safe in their own manors, not privvy to the price he would eventually pay in exchange for their own freedom and safety.

~∞~

hope everyone had a lovely christmas and a happy nye🫶🏼 thought i'd give you a long chapter by delving into a mattheo pov ;)

i love my degree but sometimes psychology makes me want to rip out my hair🙃🙂

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[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Male! Apple white x fem! Pond siren Reader

Part 2 soon

Prompt- apple and the reader have a project together.

She/her pronouns

Using [Name] as substitute for (y/n)

Eyes will be gold to give contrast to her or whatever swampy ish look I'm describing.

Slow burn?/He fell first she feel harder

Nickname for reader- (eventually)

[A few of the characters stay female and some are genderbent]

(Could be ooc for Apple White but eh)

Art not mine found on pinterest

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Ever after high is seen in plain view, birds are chirping,the sun is set high and bright by the beautiful blue sky.

There is chatter amongst students and plain old fun as they get into the school for another day of learning.

One of these students that were going into the school was none other than [Name] Song,Daughter of the pond siren, known for her entrancing song and tragic story.

[Name] walks up the stairs, her deep navy blue heels clicking the tile floor, she sways with her dark green short off the shoulder dress, brown leg warmers dress her ankles and drape her heels. Her long (h/c) (h/t) hair is decorated with vines with small lotus flowers that go around her head as a crown.

Her face is stone cold, her golden eyes gave a glint of mischief to the royals parting the way for her, her face immediately soften when she enters and is greeted by her friends Madeline Hatter (or Maddy) and Raven king

"Hey Sugarcube!" Maddie yells waving her arms frantically up and down, Raven smiles waving at [Name] " Morning puddles"

She laughs as she reaches the two "always with the puddles never anything better huh?" She fold her arms over her chest and sigh dramatically

"Hey at least it's original" Raven defends himself elbowing Maddy at her arm; he then looks over to the clock "Let's get a move on guys" he walks down the hallway the girls following suit giggling

The trio walk to class, Raven and Maddy sit together because of a lucky arrangement and [Name] Sat with Kitty which was fine. Kitty is fun to talk to.

"Alright students, today we are going to be starting on a 3 day assignment of groups of two" the class erupted, some in excitement and others in disagreement.

"Settled down,all of you" then proceeds to call the groups of two, and after 15 minutes she called

"[Name] Song & Aspen white, alright now get with your partner"

[Name] looks around her seat and sees Aspen already going up to the seat next to her, an excited glint in his blue eyes as he gets closer, [Name] was surprised how fast he got there with eagerness.

Aspen takes a seat with a big bright smile, "Hello [Name] happy to properly meet you!" He offer his hand [Name] placed her's in his and without warning he bends down to her hand and kisses it softly, his lips were soft a dusty shade pink, they lingered for a second more than he should have he then seemed to snap back to reality his blue eyes looking up at her and gave her a charming smile.

[Name] felt a shiver go up her spine and a flutter on her stomach but pressed it down immediately.

"Meet me properly?" She tilts her head up and smirks locking back to character, Aspen's face turned a bright red and he quickly hides it with his hand "yeah I've heard of you from Raven, but I've never had the chance meet you since you're always on the move it seems haha" he looked to side, avoiding her eyes

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you as well" she said then turned to the teacher who handed out a paper with the project requirements

"Make sure to get everything correctly everyone" the students nodded their heads.

[Name] looked at Aspen who was already looking at her "so who's dorm are we using?"

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~At the end of the school~

After class the two decided that it would be Aspen & Raven's dorm they would work their project in.

[Name] actually felt very out of bounds, pretending to not be interested in whatever the blond prince was saying as they walk through the boys dormitory.

" I think this will be great getting to know you!" He exclaimed making the girl look at him puzzled 'why does he want to get to know me? I'm not that interesting am i?', [Name] grinned mischievously hiding her true doubt "Ooh do you know?" She nudged his arm making him flustered "yeah haha..." he went quiet "I think I'd like to know you personally" he admitted looking at [Name] his blue eyes showed ernesty in his words

It confused her in how much he was willing to show to others just by his eyes unlike her, she'd seen it a few times towards situations revolving Raven with anger and guilt or his royal friends happy and honest but how could he show her that it's not like they've ever interacted until now.

I mean sure [Name] saw him around and talking to Raven a lot which of course made sense, [Name] did sometimes get intrigued so naturally she'd ask Raven about the blond and then he'd tease her about it afterwards..

It's not like she'd want to talk to him or anything she's just curious

"Sure but I won't make it easy, i'm not going to spill my whole story in one go" [Name] stops in her tracks and smirks at the blond "I wouldn't have imagined it" He smiles,[Name] rolls her eyes.

Aspen grabs his key as they get closer to his shared room, places the key to the door unlocking it, he hold the door and motions [Name] to go in first "what a gentleman" she pokes fun at him "of course" he states 'especially for you' he thinks to himself

The two ended up sitting on the ground next to Aspens bed, they used their computers in silence both looking into the information about the subject they were given.

The project they were given (all different for each group) was about wishing on shooting stars and the history of them

"Okay so," Aspen started looking at [Name] "i got the first person in story book records to ever wish upon a star it's categorized in wishing star records volume I" he turns back to his computer, [Name] shuffles to his side getting close shoulder to shoulder and leans towards the screen, the blonds face is turned hot red 'she so close and her perfume is DIVINE' he took a hesitant breath in, he had entirely forgotten to breath while the girl was sitting next to him how stupid of him he internally shaped himself

"Oh I see that's actually really interesting blondie" [Name] looked at him teasing him with the new nickname she gave him "are we gonna split this information between us two or do you want to do this one and I'll do the other one" Aspen thought for a moment "we can split it,it's a lot of work just for me and we'll do the same for what you've found" he tried his best not to sound shaky

"Alright sent me the file, one sec let me get my laptop it'll be easier if I see what your writing so I'm not repeating it" you then come back with your laptop and sit right down, criss-cross thighs in full view your skirt rolling up a bit, your (h/t) (h/) behind you styled to be out of your face for the time being 'she's so gorgeous' the prince thought looking at [Name] with a almost admiring eyes ``do you need something blondie" the girl looked at him back "No no! Sorry that was rude of me" he quickly started typing aggressively trying his best not to look back into her golden eyes

"Pfft- hahaha" [Name] started to laugh "oh my gosh blondie- hahaha" she held onto her stomach "i-i am really sorry I didn't mean to I promise" he started to move his hands defensively "no no *inhale* Phew no it's fine but wow the look on your face right then-""stupid?" She shook her head "Adorable blondie,not stupid" "what" Aspen sat there dumbfounded

"Don't get your ego up but you are adorable" she re adjusted her hair so she could see him better "oh..well if we're complimenting each other, I think you're gorgeous" he regained some confidence and admitted what he thought but in a more tame manner.

[Name] stared into his blue eyes and for a moment she felt a sense of warmth within her heart a spark ignited "thank you..Aspen" she smiled sincerely for the first time since talking to him and Aspen noticed "you're smile is the most beautiful feature of you yet" he confessed tilting his head to the side showing his own smile to her "that's a first,i just don't know why but I have a feeling I need to tell you everything about me,to open up"

The two fell into comfortable silence "I'd love to hear every detail" Aspen took her hand in his and she smiled

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Soon these two souls will fall for the other one who's already there and one who will learn this feeling for the first time in her life

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You better let me cook!

I'm not giving ya'll the full meal yet though, this is just the start

This feels like it'll be like the nefero x reader series but more fluffy!

[pinazee]

Rob-a-bye Baby

Finally some focus on Chief Vick! Kirsten nelson did a great job on the first real ep where she gets to play a more substantial role. (“Head detective my ass” always makes me chuckle) i only wish it had been more. She was more of an obstacle than part of the plot, though i guess technically her character kind of grew at the end. She does admit she was overreacting with Shawn but this realization was done off screen. I’d have loved to see her try to run over her husband, and having a little breakdown. Something that gave her more depth. I want to know who she is as a person. Was she a runner who wanted to get back into it so she can finally have some time for herself? Does she struggle with who she wants to be as a mother? Was the baby even planned? Was she concerned it would affect her job, or her ability to do her job? Idk, just something that added a bit more color to her character tapestry. I think theres a lot to explore here is all.

Perhaps im biased, but i feel like Shawns reaction is a bit out of character. Like yeah, he’d find it a boring assignment but i also think he’d understand how important it is to the Chief and take it seriously. Plus, Gus is right, she gives them cases, it’s pretty important for their business that they remain on her good side. And in the end he didn’t help her at all. The nephew just came back and that was the resolution. i think i would’ve preferred if Shawn had been struggling to find them too. Like every nanny he came across he could find something wrong with them because Chief Vick deserves the best. Or he had a nanny picked out all along, she just couldn’t start right away but he somehow needed the excuse to look into the nanny burglary ring? Idk. I guess its not really that big a deal. Perhaps it was to introduce a flaw in Shawns character. Like they were saying he needs the thrills to make the job worthwhile. Which is fine, i think that aligns with his overall character. In fact, i wouldn’t be surprised if he fucked somethings up later just to bump up the challenge for shits and giggles (which is such a weird phrase btw). I just think in this one specific case, he would have handled it with a bit more care.

Gus’s blimp dance! He’s so excited! After the last ep, i just want him to be happy

I just wanted to point out the lady who plays ada was in a movie called Wolfcop. Theres an actual movie called Wolfcop.

Chief Vick’s power pose is so strong, it possesses her when she sleeps haha

Did she just spit her pastry out on the ground??

This always makes me chuckle because, like, why? Why would they have them go down those hill lol

I think this is another case of Juliet getting way too into undercover work. I don’t think thats any of her actual wedding or birth plans even if the show made it look like such.

Im so confused why they were at a pet store instead of a pawn shop. What did that guy sell to him? How did the pet shop guy know it was stolen? Unrelated, but it was a nice touch that Shawn immediately spoke in a way the pet shop guy understood, even if it was just for the haha’s.

Gus’s nickname Schmuel Cohen is a real dude! Why does Shawn have the name of the composer of the Israeli national anthem locked and loaded?? The guy died in 1940. When/ how would he know that???

Awww poor Tim!

Juliet agreeing pivots and divots is fun to say lol

I wish they could have expanded on Nanny Henry! Like he was going to refuse to keep helping out but Chief Vick broke out her mommy voice and also kind of pleaded with him for help. Then we could have gotten some scenes of them, maybe talking about the past, or Henry asking her to look out for Shawn since he doesn’t have the police as part of his squad and therefore no backup, which Chief Vick explains that he’s practically a member anyways and would be treated as such, not only because of who his dad is but because he’s practically one of her own anyways, so of course she has his back.

[caffeinneislife]

ִ ࣪𖤐 ʙsᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ִ ࣪𖤐

ִ ࣪𖤐 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs ִ ࣪𖤐

「 ✦ Characters ✦ 」 Dazia Osamu, Kunikida Tetsou, Atsushi Nakajima

「 ✦ Warnings ✦ 」 None that I can see, please tell me if I should add something, mostly just fluff

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 First headcannons!! Hope you enjoy it!

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕒 ����𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦:

Would show you off and brag about you to EVERYONE

“Hey Kunikida, I am taking a break to go see my amazing partner-oh wait you wouldn’t know how important that is because you don’t have one~”

He definitely got a beating for that one

He's also kinda clingy

Did I say kinda, I meant very clingy

"Y/nnnnnnnnn~~ Are you almost doneeee~~ I wanna cuddle!!"

After he started dating you he became less osessed with suicide

This was beacause he saw how much you lit up his world and he didn't want to lose that under any circumstances

Of course when you had only just started dating he did ask you for a double suicide ever once and a while

But Kunikida somehow always stopped him from finishing his sentence

He doesn't really use pet names

Will give you a cute nickname instead

He'll say 'sweetheart' every once and a while though

Will randomly attack you with affection

Basically drowning you in hugs and kisses

It doesn't matter if your at work or at home

If you try denying his affection (most likely out of embarrassment) he will immediately start whining, saying:

"You don't love my anymore!"

Before hiding in the corner and pouting until you finally gave in and gave him a kiss on the head/hug, telling him that of course you still love him, and you would never stop loving him

this, of course, let to another attack of affection

𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠:

You better get used to seeing Dazia

A LOT

Also yelling

Kunikida doesn't usually yell at you (unless you really piss him off, but even then its nothing compared to what Dazia suffers) but you might have to calm him down if things start getting too intense

You're the only one who can properly calm him down the fastest

You don't even need to do anything, just walk into his line of sight and he is already 20 times calmer

"DAZIA!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO - oh, hey Y/n."

Would call you something like 'My love' or 'Darling'

You become the mom/second father/other parent of the group

Together you guys are the parents

The responsible ones

Though you may push the boundaries on what is actually considered 'responsible'

His agenda does become a little more lenient, but only for you, if anybody else messes up his daily plan they can count themselves dead by morning

If your more on the energetic/cheeky side it'll take a while for him to actually start liking you

But don't worry you'll grow on him eventually

If you try some stupid pick-up line on him he will pretend to be annoyed at you, but don't be fooled, because on the inside he is a blushing mess, and he'll be thinking about it all day

He loves you very much, even if the only times that he will fully express it is late at night when you guys are wrapped up in each other, half asleep

𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒:

I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend to ask those weird questions that the girlfriends usually ask

"Hey Y/n, would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Cuddles! Cuddles! And more Cuddles!!

Please give this touch-starved boy some hugs and kisses

Might be a little to insecure to give you a pet name

Would substitute with a nickname

Or if your name can't have a nickname, which I highly doubt is even possible, he'd probably call you something like 'cupcake' 'sweetie' or 'sweetheart'

He LOVES holding your hand

but he is WAY too scared to ask you, thinking that he rushing into the relationship

He probably didn't confess to you in fear of 'ruining your friendship' unless you even more shy than him, in which case Dazia probably forced helped him to confess his love to you

If your guys are both shy and awkward it probably took forever for y'all to get together

To the point where basically the everyone knew except for you two

Because everyone knew you guys were send on A LOT of missions together

and I mean a lot a lot

like basically every mission

Because of this you became very close

To the point where you were basically already dating eachother

But eventually one of you works up the courage to ask the other and you start officially dating

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʙsᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[tf2-bhs]

Meet Jeremy Sullivan

The most speedy Student at Mann Secondary School and Sixth Form. The runt of a rather large family it's clear that he was slightly neglected but so were all his other brothers as having one mother to share around 8 children is quite the task.

Being the so-called runt of a large family does have other consequences than just not receiving enough attention, it also gave his brothers the perfect opportunities to give stupider and stupider nicknames to him. To his brothers James and Jonny, he's simply 'Rat', as the twins used to call him 'Remy' until they watched Ratatouille, and found it quite funny. For Jacob, it is 'Jerbel.' Their mother always called him 'Jerry', which in turn led to Jefferey Jordan and Jackson calling him 'Mouse' as a Tom and Jerry joke. And because he's just quite boring, Julian just calls him Jeremy. Of course with his mother, nicknames are far from the insults and rodents of his brothers. Her favorites are 'Jerry', 'Jer-bear' and 'Cupcake'. She especially likes to do this when his friends are round to embarrass him further.

As he was the youngest in his family, and from his brothers' constant 'banter', as they put it, he often felt like he was the weakest member of their family, and that he had something to prove. And so to prove himself, he started to do sports, especially rounders and cross-country running, eventually dropping the other sports just to focus on those ones.

Aside from sports, Jeremy also quite enjoys drawing and arts, and in fact, he's quite good at it. However, he doesn't use his talents for much good just often drawing little doodles of his friends or characters, and never drawing anything big. One of the things he draws most often however is the French exchange student who's living with his family in odd situations.

And now we get onto 'Spy', as despite living with the Sullivan family for just over a year, no one actually knows his name, or what he looks like (except for one person), and by god, does he and Jeremy fight. Most of it is verbal, but occasionally there is a physical fight; like the massive one that got them in isolation for a while, and almost excluded, but that's a story for another day! Other than the constant fighting, they can actually be nice to each other occasionally. Like for example, Jeremy goes to 'Spy' for girl advice, specifically with a certain sixth former.

F. Pauling, or just Pauling as she's more commonly known, is the chosen infatuation of the two-year junior. Despite his many attempts at winning her over, she says that she just sees him as an annoying younger brother, and with how many brothers he has a lot of people see him that way.

GSCEs

Trilogy

Critical studies

Geography

Art

PE

Relationships

Jane 'Soldier' Doe: They sit next to each other in PE, so hardly any work gets done. Not to mention the fights that Jane often initiates and Jeremy often loses

?? 'Pyro' ??: This pair just often sits and draws in either the most random places in the corridor or near where the library ghosts hang out.

Tavish 'Demoman' Degroot and Mikhail 'Heavy' Ivanov: The designated 'Bonk!' suppliers. Tavish gets it for him by simply not ID-ing him when he buys it, and Mikhail gets it for him by saying it's for himself, and with how old and tall Mikhail is, it's no wonder why the cashiers don't ID him.

Ludwig 'Doc' Koch: With how often Jeremy gets injured in his fights with Jane, it's no wonder why Ludwig's most often patient is none other than Jeremy.

Mun-dee 'Mick' 'Sniper' Mundy: Two of four members of the friend group to be in yr10, however, they haven't actually talked that much.

?? 'Spy' ??: It's a complicated friendship, in fact, they're more like brothers than they are friends.

F. Pauling: Its incredibly awkward when they're alone, especially when Jeremy tries to break the silence, with an even worse flirt.

[sweeteastart]

Tell me about "Soup"!

Also if you want to share a drawing WIP too, they have one for those floating around. <3

Before anything else, I must admit, Soup is quite literally a GUY. I also have very little of the way of snippets for him as I'm still fleshing out exactly where I want to start off.

Soup is the hero of soup I created with the cursed link generator by @gaylactic-fire

He was supposed to be a silly guy having silly adventures but I have no chill so...

I created a whole plot spanning 18 years with political conflicts, a assortment of new monsters, betrayal, a continent wide war, corruption and possession

For Soup :)) The hero of Soup :)

If I sat there and yapped about all the numerous twist and turns of Soup's story, we would be there for hours @lennsart would know, they really had to go listen to all that insanity

Soo for now I'll give you the nice and simple with some more character design and nicknames !!

I present to you this universe Zelda, Ganondorf and OTHER LINK. Yes, you read that right. The adventures of Soup started with two childhood friends named Link going on an adventure what could possibly go wronng ? Every single thing went wrong

Before I even thought of putting any of those guys in LU which I ultimately did because the brainrot for both was so deep I gave them some nicknames for convenience sake !!

A little bit about each of them :

Soup is a playful guy. Friendly and energetic, he avoids any kind of battle like the plague. It is quite impressive how he slivers his way out of conflict, disappearing in the blink of the eye. Though he is of good company, the twenty year old farmer has nothing to his name. Given he has never had any money in his pockets, it's no wonder he became a pro at evading scornful enemies.

Wine is a full on warlord. She leads her country with an iron first ever since nobles tried to overthrow her family in her very early twenties. Years of corruption and a kingdom on its knees from evil taking over froze her over. She is rather cold but an impartial ruler. Impa helped her decipher and utilise Sheika technology to prevent the fall of Hyrule.

Whiskey isn't the big bad guy™ here. There is some lore behind it. He does remember Demise's previous iteration but it's distant and feels like another person's memories and wants. He is actually a pretty chill guy. Actually, with Wine, he was one of Soup's must-trusted companions during his second quest to save Hyrule.

Land is an energetic and headstrong child. If Soup wasn't his voice of reason, he would be long dead. Always running head first into trouble and monsters, it's a wonder he is still in one piece. He holds half of the triforce like Soup but he is the one that uses Fi most of the time. She resonated much more with him rather than the young careful almost fearful demeanor of Soup.

That's what I'll say for now has some more people asked about the boy !! I hope it's not disappointing lmao he is my silly boy who has the most specific hobby in the world : Soup

About the WIP !

I don't have a lot around as I have the LU/Zelda juice running hard in me and I finish most of my art but here's my current sketch of a Fierce Deity Mermaid illustration

It's SUPER SUPER rough but that's like my first sketch sooooo I hope it's interesting !!

Thank you for the ask ♪♪♪♪

[kozumesphone]

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ LOSS OF MY LIFE .ᐟ

⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . angst, swearing

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . n/n: nickname | y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 618

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . short first oneshot! starting strong with an angsty leo one, just because. fun fact: this is actually an excerpt from a scene I wrote for my novel’s wip; I switched up some lines to suit the riordanverse setting more, as well as the characters’ names (:

leo was breathing raggedly, and I could hear his strained breaths through the phone he’d built for me.

“leo? you okay?” I asked.

“hey love, remember when you gave me that dagger with the teddy bear keychain? and the time I said the word ‘connoisseur’ all wrong and you took two hours to make me say it right?” he laughed.

“what’s going on? leo?” I was beyond confused. why was he telling me all this now? did he get into trouble with chiron, or mr. d?

he let out a dry laugh, and continued. “do you still have that dagger I gave you in exchange for your hair tie?”

I looked down at my shoes, and my gaze slipped to the dagger concealed at the side of my boot.

“of course I do.” it barely came out as a whisper. something was very wrong and he wasn’t telling me what. “please tell me what’s wrong, leo-“

“n/n, remember when you teased me endlessly about liking that one girl in that book you love?” he chuckled. he was talking about a character named jude from one of my favourite books. of course I remembered, but what the hell was going on? why was he calling me up and asking me all of this so suddenly?

“I… i’m sorry. I love you, n/n. so fucking much.” he paused, realising what he said. “in the best friend kind of way. obviously, shortie.”

“I know what you meant, dumbass.”

“oi, are we really going back to those nicknames now?” he laughed.

is he really okay?

“leo… you’re scaring me. please tell me what the fuck is going on.” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

“what, I can’t just call my best friend up and express my gratitude on a lovely morning?” he paused, understanding I wanted the real story. “there’s another quest, and… i’m not sure i’ll be back this time. but, n/n?”

“yeah?” my heart hammered in my chest at the mention of a quest. he should be all right. he was probably just assuming the worst, right?

“thank you.” he took a deep breath. “thank you for taking care of me. thank you for understanding and being with me, for all these years.” he was on the verge of tears and holding back a sob, and I could just tell.

“leo, I love you so fucking much too, my dumbass. please tell me what quest chiron has you on. I can help you. we can do this together!” I almost yelled the last part.

he sighed. “i’m sorry, n/n, I can’t let you get hurt too. I can’t see you die like that.”

rage consumed her, like a predator would a prey. if he couldn’t watch her get hurt, did he really think she could just sit around and wait for him to die?

“shut up. shut up. don’t you dare talk like you’re dying. you will not die, and you will tell me what’s going on, in detail. I swear to the gods, valdez, I will strangle you myself if you don’t come back to me alive.”

he breathes out something in between a laugh and a sob. “i’m sorry, n/n. I can’t promise you that. I have to go now, the others are waiting for me. we’re going to leave in a few minutes.” he took a few seconds to organise his words, and I thought he hung up. until, he said the words that wholly and completely destroyed me.

“y/n y/l/n, i’m sorry. I love you.”

there was a little click, which my heart shattered in rhythm with.

I had the most soul-consuming feeling that I would be deprived of his voice for millions of years to come.

kozumesphone © 2024 | don’t repost my works onto other platforms, or edit and post them even on tumblr, without asking me first • don’t steal my works, steal my heart instead • reblogs and comments are more than appreciated !

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Having Children with Ser Harwin Strong...

᯽ Please note that these headcanons are directly inspired by the series “Growing Strong”. While reading that series is not exactly necessary to understand these, and I have tried to provide additional details to help set the stage, reading that fic before this could ultimately be helpful for background context. The Growing Strong Masterlist can be found HERE. ᯽ 

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of previous death of characters, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, suggestive themes. Nothing explicit. I’m too much a sucker for the pure fluff of it all.

A/N: Anon, you once asked for a “little insight”, and I... essentially wrote three short stories in bullet-point form. I’m sorry. I hope this can still be enjoyed.🖤

General headcanons that didn’t really fit organically in the other sections of this and that I didn’t have the heart to cut ...

Whenever you told Harwin you were with child, you would often need to repeat yourself a few times in order for your statement to fully resonate with him.

You’d never been one for malicious tricks, nor were you cruel. But the idea of having children, specifically children with you, meant so much to Harwin. He did not dare to believe it at first. Only once you all but swore to the gods about the truth of it, did your husband finally believe you.

But then you were forced to brace yourself, as Harwin would hurriedly pull you into his loving arms and shower you with affection in response to your joyous news.

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At first, Harwin was very careful with you. As in, he would literally tread lightly, type of careful. He would barely touch you, and at night, despite sharing the same bed, he would stay on his own side religiously, as if a physical barrier actually existed and prevented him from reaching out to you.

It was only after some very firm and repetitive encouragement on your part that you were not going to simply break that Harwin allowed himself to start to relax. From your perspective, he had little need to worry. You were pregnant, not made of glass.

And eventually, Harwin gave in to your encouragement; he missed you. You kept yourselves composed in public, and always limited overt displays of affection. Both of your stations and propriety demanded it. But in private, the two of you had always been passionate, and neither of you had any qualms or restrictions about physically showing your love for one another.

Even after being reassured by you, Harwin still proceeded with caution, of course. He may have been nicknamed Breakbones, but he’d rather fall upon his own sword than be anything less than gentle with you unless of course you felt up to it and consented to a bit of ‘roughhousing’.

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If you thought Harwin was your biggest supporter before, it was simply no comparison to how he behaved whenever you were with child. Anything you could want or need, Harwin would more often than not already be two steps ahead of your request. Not once did Harwin complain or begrudge you for any of it; doing whatever he could to keep you comfortable and happy seemed to be a very small price to pay for you carrying his child, and potentially risking your life to do so.

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At some point during each of your children’s births, Harwin would make a joke about “Breakbones” having broken bones, referring to the might at which you would crush his hand. Each time, his jest was always met with a tired groan and light hearted swat to the head from you.

Tears would well in Harwin’s eyes whenever a babe was born. The tears would fall freely, accompanied with a watery smile and relieved laugh once the maesters and midwives assured him that both you and the child were well.

Harwin’s name might have been Strong, but he always thought the name might have suited you more aptly. Between your vigor and steadfastness throughout everything you endured, you inspired him greatly. Harwin knew that if your children were even half as strong as you, they would fare just fine, no matter what obstacles the gods placed in their way.

First Child

When you told Harwin that you were with child, he could not have been more thrilled.

Harwin was the oldest of four children. He loved his younger siblings dearly, and had always taken pride in looking out for them whilst growing up. It would be different now, and indisputably more difficult- raising his own child- but he was still looking forward to it. He was looking forward to raising a child with you.

And at first, you were overjoyed with the news as well.

As a daughter of a Great House, you always knew it would be expected for you to marry someone befitting your station, and then have children to carry on your husband's line. You had never minded children, not by any means... But you hadn't truly wanted them until you married Harwin. The idea of raising children with a man you loved so deeply suddenly seemed like less than merely a duty you might have owed to a husband, and more of a privilege that you could take your own happiness from.

But, despite the happiness that you and Harwin felt, your revelation came at a rather difficult time in your lives. You had just lost your older brother, Lord Derron Tyrell. Your brother had had no wife or children, which meant that with his passing, you had become the Lady Y/N Tyrell. Not only were you carrying you and Harwin's first child, but you were also expected to learn a great deal about your new inherited position, and very quickly. Harwin was worried about your health with all the additional stress that had been placed upon you.

The relocation to Highgarden from King's Landing helped soothe some of Harwin's worries, though. It seemed that most everyone, within Highgarden at least, loved and respected you. You had grown up within the castle walls, and most of the staff still employed were the same as when you had been a girl. Nary a person around wanted anything less than what was best for you, and in turn, your child.

But that did not mean Harwin considered himself exempt from looking after you himself whenever he could. In fact, it was quite the contrary... even if he had an interesting way of showing it.

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Harwin was cautious. His protectiveness of you had mistranslated some thoughts within his mind, and he had reached the (incorrect) conclusion that the best, and least stressful, thing for you and your child was for him to limit his physical contact with you. In Harwin’s mind, he was helping you, in the only way he could reason how, by removing himself as a distraction from your own health and learning your new duties as the Lady of Highgarden. Harwin hadn't meant for his restraint to last for any significant amount of time, and, truthfully, he hoped you might not have noticed.

However, you noticed Harwin distancing himself straight away. When Harwin suddenly refrained from holding your hand while the two of you walked along the corridors, and when he made a point to stick solely to his own side of the bed at night, nevermind the thought of having any sort intimacy with him, you began to fear what might have caused Harwin to begin acting so strangely towards you

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Your insecurities about the state of your marriage with Harwin were only amplified with your own concerns about your pregnancy... More specifically, whether you were to have a boy or girl. You hoped to have at least one of each eventually.

But you knew having a boy first would be less of a headache; if you only were to have one child, a boy could inherit Highgarden and Harrenhal, without any reasonable dispute from outside parties like a power hungry cousin from the Arbor.

But another part of you couldn't deny that you also wished for a girl… perhaps with Harwin's curls and your eyes?

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You nearly made yourself sick with worry. Combined with your husband’s abrupt withdrawal from you, it all culminated in one, emotional and long overdue conversation with Harwin late one night. Thankfully, you were both able to voice your concerns, and reassure one another that the fears the other shared were unnecessary.

You assured Harwin that you were not fragile, nor was he any sort of burden to you. Yes, carrying his child whilst assuming the titles and duties as the new Lady of House Tyrell was a stressful combination, and it was certainly not an ideal situation. But it was what had come to pass. And the last thing you wanted, or needed, was for Harwin to remove himself from you. You wanted, no, needed, his support more than ever before.

And once you admitted how much his sudden lack of attention made you feel, Harwin's heart wrenched with guilt. He peppered your face with remorseful kisses and chastised himself for being so short-sighted, before begging you to allow him to make up for his grievance against you. Of course, you agreed-  for how could you have denied him such a request?

After the pair of you had talked through that matter, you were also able to confess to Harwin your fears about whether he might prefer a son over a daughter. As he usually did, Harwin was able to put your fears to bed at once.

"I am sure my father was relieved when I was born... And yet, if the Stranger were to claim him this very night, I would be in no better standing to succeed him as Lord of Harrenhal on the account of my sex. On the other hand, you, My Love, stand to bring higher honor upon House Tyrell in your lifetime than I may ever be able to bring upon House Strong. Any daughter of ours would be a force to be reckoned with. And, should anyone dare to question her claim to Highgarden, or Harrenhal, I will defend her claim with as much ferocity as I would defend a claim of a son."

Your fears were all but alleviated after that.

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Harwin was extremely doting upon you throughout the pregnancy. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your heart still threatened to burst by just how ready and willing Harwin was to make you more comfortable, or to retrieve anything you might want or need.

When strange food cravings hit you, it was one of the first ways Harwin felt that he could make himself truly of use. No matter what you asked for, Harwin would not blink an eye. Every time you mentioned a craving for a particular snack, even in the middle of the night, Harwin would give you a single, gentle kiss on the cheek or temple, and promptly rouse himself from the bed to find and bring back whatever it was you sought.

Funnily enough, it was this desire to appease your late night cravings that helped Harwin to earn the trust of the staff of Highgarden… His reputation as “Breakbones” had preceded him, and initially, after the two of you returned to Highgarden from King’s Landing, many of the staff at Highgarden were afraid of your new husband.

On the first night a particular food craving occurred, you requested a pastry that you had been treated to at supper. Despite it being well after the hour of the owl, Harwin made his way down to the kitchens. He searched the cabinets and storages thoroughly, but regrettably, came up short.

Unwilling to disappoint you, Harwin resigned himself to the reality that the only way for you to enjoy the pastry you craved would be for him to bake one himself. After a little more rummaging around, he found the recipe easily enough. But Harwin had seldom been in the kitchens of any castle or holding at all throughout his life. He could, and had, cooked fresh game over an open fire before... But baking was another matter entirely.

One of the cooks overheard a ruckus from the kitchen, and fearing that someone unwelcomed had snuck in to cause mischief, quickly entered the room. You can imagine her surprise when she saw none other than Ser Harwin, standing in the middle of a mess he had inadvertently made, with flour all over his hands, and even in parts of his disheveled hair. Having been caught, Harwin gave her a sheepish, but most certainly apologetic, smile.

After Harwin explained why exactly he had been down in the kitchens, the cook’s heart warmed, and she agreed to help him- but only if he cleaned up the mess he had made. Harwin agreed happily.

And after that night, once word of Harwin’s late night shenanigans had spread throughout the castle, the other staff quickly began to warm up to him too. How could they not, when it was abundantly clear just how much your husband was utterly devoted to you?

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The further along in your pregnancy, naturally, the more worried Harwin became.

The pesky, though still very possible, thoughts of what could go wrong in due time frightened him to no end. Queen Aemma, gods bless her, had met the Stranger on the birthing bed. Throughout his life, Harwin had heard of countless other women who had suffered the same fate. The idea of anything happening to you was simply unfathomable. 

Harwin spoke with you about his concerns, and you were able to share your own with him as well. In the event that he was forced to make a decision- though an impossible one it may be- you and Harwin were of the same mind on what that decision would be.

It brought Harwin comfort, knowing what your wishes were, and knowing that they were aligned with his initial inclination. But he was still fearful.

And since he desired to place no further stress upon you, he did his best to swallow his concerns.

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But Harwin had extreme difficulty maintaining his composure when your labors began.

As you were ushered away to the privacy of your chambers, Harwin did not doubt that you were in capable hands. In addition to the maester, and several midwives, all of whom the both of you knew well and trusted, his sisters, the Ladies Lilyan and Eyla, accompanied you as well. His sisters had been visiting Highgarden for a few months, and were determined to stay for as long as necessary to meet their niece or nephew.

All of them told Harwin that his presence in the room would not be required… nor would it be very proper.

Sensing his distress at this, the maester advised Harwin to have patience; firstborns usually took their time coming into the world, he’d said, and it could even take as long as a day before it was all over and done with. But Harwin paled at the thought of that.

His sister Lilyan’s betrothed, Lord Cerran Leygood, tried to keep him busy by inviting him to go out for a ride on the grounds. The fresh air worked to distract Harwin, for a little while at least. But all too soon, his mind drifted back to the castle, where you undoubtedly toiled away.

Harwin’s will was stronger than that of the man who was soon to be his Good Brother. And eventually, after returning to the castle, Harwin took up residence just outside of your chambers.

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For hours, Harwin paced up and down the corridor.

With every pained sound from you that slipped through the crack beneath the chamber doors, Harwin gave himself another trek down and back up the hallway as penance.

His sisters took turns to leave the room and speak with him for a few moments, and to reassure him that everything was well. That offered him some small comfort, though Harwin knew he would not truly rest until he was certain you were alright.

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Some time into the night, Harwin heard something that made his blood run cold.

“Harwin!”

Your call for him was all it took for Harwin to shove open the large doors and barge into the room, the opinion of the maester and midwives be damned.

Said individuals frowned upon his intrusion at once, but before they could make any serious arguments, you snapped at them, and beckoned Harwin to come to you.

Though he was still worried, Harwin felt immense relief once he was able to take his rightful place by your side.

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Well after midnight, the babe was finally born, perfectly healthy.

A son.

You and Harwin had previously discussed names at length. While you had argued that most lords viewed it as their right to name their children, Harwin quickly countered that he did not believe himself to be like ‘most lords’, nor would he be the one to suffer for hours on end on the birthing bed.

In the end, Harwin agreed to make the decision on the name after your unceasing insistence- but only if he chose a name that you both were agreeable to. There had been some potential options offered up between you, but Harwin had yet to truly reach a decision.

As he sat at your beside, Harwin watched with an overwhelming warmth in his chest as Lilyan placed the now cleaned and swaddled babe into your awaiting arms.

“You did well, Good Sister,” Eyla praised with a beaming smile, appearing on the other side. Then, she posed, “What will you name him?”

You held the squirming babe closer to you, with tiredness, but mostly love, unveiled in your eyes as you looked down upon him. Harwin scooted closer, and you leaned towards him, resting your head on his shoulder once you were comfortable.

Harwin caught a glance of the babe’s hair, noting it was just as dark as his own. He had the sneaking suspicion that this child in particular was going to favor the looks of House Strong over those of House Tyrell.

Once that realization came over him, Harwin immediately knew what his decision was.

“Derrik.”

His sisters’ eyes widened with understanding. Lilyan complimented, “A fine name, Brother.”

You looked up to Harwin with sparkles of unshed tears in your eyes. It was a name that you had proposed… One that carried the memory of your dear brother along with it. “Are you certain, Harwin?”

As Harwin gently cupped your son’s head, his thumb ran lightly over the hair that was likely to match his own in time, before he kissed your temple. “Derrik suits him, My Love. Does it not?”

You were inclined to agree.

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The bells in Highgarden rang throughout the night to celebrate the young Lord Derrik’s arrival. Once word was received in Harrenhal, the bells rang there for a day as well.

The word spread to others throughout the realm quickly.

Not but a few days after a raven was sent to Lord Lyonel with the news, another raven arrived from King’s Landing, carrying a letter exclaiming, in great detail, the Lord Hand’s joy at the arrival of his first grandchild.

Gifts from him, and the Princess Rhaenyra, arrived about a month later.

Second Child

When you told Harwin you were with child again, he was just as overcome with joy as he had been the first time.

Unfortunately, this time he did not have the additional comforts of your family being in Highgarden.

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About a week after Derrik’s first name day, you received an invitation from Lord Lyonel inviting you to King’s Landing.

Your Good Father’s duties as Hand of the King did not permit him the luxury of much travel beyond what was required to carry out his business, and, as he had yet to meet his grandson, he was beginning to grow (understandably) impatient.

Through her letters, Princess Rhaenyra had also been requesting you to visit. She wished to meet you child, as well as introduce you to her own- the young Prince Jacaerys.

It was clear what you, Harwin, and Derrik had to do.

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Lord Lyonel was introduced to your son with the biggest smile you’d ever seen him display upon his face. “He looks just like Harwin did as a babe,” he noted fondly. You didn’t bother to disagree- Derrik only had your eyes. Everything else indicated that he was likely to be a mirror image of Harwin some day.

The reunion with Princess Rhaenyra upon your return to the capital was most welcomed, and she introduced you to Prince Jacaerys promptly and proudly. As she cooed over your son, you were forced to hide the shock that flashed across your face when her babe had hair as dark as Derrik’s. The Baratheon blood must run stronger than that of the Dragon, you had told yourself.

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About a month after your arrival, Princess Rhaenyra announced she was with child again. A month after that, you discovered the same.

Derrik was still young, but you were not displeased with the news. The thought of having not one, but two children close to the ages of Princess Rhaenyra’s children was a happy one. The children could grow up together. Hopefully, in due time, they would become close companions, just as their mothers had come to be.

For a while, it was rather hectic within the Red Keep. Not one, not two, but three different women were with child. Queen Alicent had also announced that she was carrying what would be the third son, and her fourth and final child, with King Viserys. Naturally, this kept all of the maesters in Red Keep very busy.

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Harwin was still happy with the news of a second child. But he was also wary. The two of you knew the maester and midwives in Highgarden. You trusted them… The maesters within King’s Landing were practical strangers to you both.

Once Harwin voiced these concerns to you, you validated them at once. You were so enamored with the thoughts of your expanding family, you had yet to realize the potentially dangerous environment you found yourselves in.

Thankfully, Princess Rhaenyra was more than willing to help remedy you and your husband’s concerns. She directed you to only her most trusted maesters and midwives that she was happy to vouch for, and it was only from them that you sought advice or medical attention from.

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You were no stranger to specific food cravings when you were with child.

However, as you were no longer in Highgarden, but instead in King’s Landing, this posed a problem for Harwin. He could not simply waltz down to the kitchens and gather whatever food you requested- even though Harwin wanted to be able to procure it himself.

Instead, Harwin had to ask for assistance from servants. He wished he was able to do more, but he did what he could- standing guard diligently outside your shared chambers, waiting for whomever he tasked with assisting him to return. When they did, Harwin always thanked them profusely.

Once the food was finally in his possession, he would return to your chambers and present it to you with great ado, and smile in response to your immediate joy and gratitude. In all honesty, while you sought to appease your cravings, Harwin merely sought to receive your praise.

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Harwin was still just as protective of you during your second pregnancy as he had been during the first.

In fact, being confined to King’s Landing until a time when you, and the new babe, could travel resulted in Harwin’s protectiveness being even more fierce than you might have expected. There was one instance in particular that you could still recall- with fondness- that demonstrated this plainly.

It was a sunny afternoon, and warm, though not hot. While Prince Jacaerys and Lord Derrik were in the care of their nursemaids, you and Princess Rhaenyra had taken to the gardens for some fresh air, much as you often used to do.

The two of you were accompanied by none other than Lord Loreon Lannister’s new wife. The young lord was in King’s Landing on Lannister family business. As his uncle, Lord Tyland Lannister, had been recently appointed as Master of Ships to King Vierys’ small council, Princess Rhaenyra thought it prudent to display niceties to Lord Loreon’s new wife… even if she did not care much for him, or his uncle. Or his father, Lord Jason.

Lord Loreon’s wife was pleasant enough to have a conversation with. Princess Rhaenyra was not the typical noblewoman, nor was his wife with child like the two of you, but there were enough other things that the three of you could commiserate about. You found yourself surprised by your disappointment when the sudden arrival of her husband ended the lovely afternoon short.

Lord Loreon greeted Princess Rhaenyra curtly, though with enough respect so as to not cause offense, before addressing his wife. “Lady Wife, my uncle is requesting our presence for supper.”

As his wife moved to stand, Lord Loreon’s eyes fell upon you. When they did, an odd mixture of fear and disdain washed over his face. “Lady Y/N.”

You forced a smile. “Lord Loreon.”

You had not had the pleasure of seeing Lord Loreon since your wedding feast. The night before it, the devious workings of an individual still at large resulted in the misinformed young lord of House Lannister’s attempt to accost you. Everyone knowledgeable of the matter had been sworn to secrecy, and thankfully, nothing had come of it. With all of that considered, you were at ease with the lack of frequency with which you had seen Lord Loreon over the past few years.

“Congratulations are in order, I suppose, for the birth of your son,” Lord Loreon offered nonchalantly. “And for the new babe as well.”

It was not entirely sincere, but neither was it sarcastic. Regardless, his comment was more than what you would have expected of him. “Thank you, My Lord.”

As Lord Loreon had come to collect his own wife, Harwin sought you out for the same purpose. He appeared a moment later, with the intention of helping you back to your shared chambers so that the both of you could prepare for supper with his father.

When Harwin saw Lord Loreon, he stopped dead in his tracks. The look of pure anger on his face was the likes of one you hadn’t seen since the night before your wedding, where Harwin had watched on supportively as your brother, Lord Derron, threatened the young Lannister lord for his appalling behavior towards you.

Princess Rhaenyra looked positively giddy as her interest danced between Harwin and Lord Loreon. A verbal altercation? Another skirmish of some sort? Either were possible, and she knew that very well.

While the Princess was thoroughly amused, Lord Loreon looked absolutely frightened at the sight of your husband.

The scene was rather amusing, but it also gave you pause. Loreon looked so terrified, that you wondered whether more words had been exchanged between him and Harwin, a conversation that perhaps you had not been privy to…

You rose from your seat, and after respectfully excusing yourself from Princess Rhaenyra and the others present, quickly ushered Harwin away before a scene could be made. Harwin continued to glare at Lord Loreon over his shoulder as the pair of you walked away, but allowed you to guide him without protest.

Once you were out of earshot, Harwin promptly turned back to you, armed with many questions as his worry threatened to break his composure.

“Are you alright, My Love? Did he say something to you?”

“I am alright, Dearest.”

“I have threatened him with the loss of his tongue once before. I can and will do so again, just say the word.”

“Harwin, that will not be necessary. Lord Loreon merely extended his congratulations to us in regards to Derrik and the new babe.”

“... Oh. That was… decent, of him, I suppose.”

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In due time, Queen Alicent gave birth to a son, Prince Daeron Targaryen.

A few weeks after that, Princess Rhaenyra also gave birth to a son, Prince Lucerys Verlayron.

With the birth of a second son with hair darker than that of either of his parents, vicious rumors regarding the true parentage of the Princess’s sons began to take root.

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By the time your labors began, you and Harwin had devised a plan. A plan that you both had discussed thoroughly and full heartedly agreed to.

Harwin was, for your son's sake, to remain with Derrik. Should the unthinkable happen, you both agreed it would not be wise for the young boy to be alone, even if under the careful eye of his nursemaid. While Harwin also was of the mind it was not fair for you to be alone either, he still agreed to your terms, and had every intention of keeping his word.

When the day came, Harwin waited in Princess Rhaenyra’s solar. He paced, much as he had the first time you labored, back and forth throughout the room. The only difference was that now, he had your son Derrik in his arms, providing him with a much welcomed and appreciated distraction.

Princess Rhaenyra had agreed to keep Harwin, and by extension your son, company once your time arrived. It had not been a difficult promise to make on her part. Besides the fact that he was your husband, Harwin had served her family prior to that, and over time, he had become a friend to her of his own accord. She was more than happy to help Harwin keep his mind preoccupied during the birth of your second child. Her own two sons, and her personal favorite handmaiden, were in the room as well.

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But as time drew on, Harwin became worried, and started to doubt his decision. The sun had set some hours ago and still, there was no word of you, or your child.

When Princess Rhaenyra’s idle chat ceased, that was when Harwin knew she had become concerned as well.

“Perhaps you should go to her, Ser Harwin,” Princess Rhaenyra suggested to him, her voice steady, but grave.

Harwin was torn. He wanted little else than to go to your side. But he hesitated when he looked down at your son, who was fast asleep in his arms.

Princess Rhaenyra rose from her seat and held her arms open at once. “I have experience watching over a babe or two, Ser.” She glanced over at her handmaiden before adding, “Your son will be more than safe with us while you go and be with your wife, I swear it.”

Harwin did not need much more convincing. Though he still felt guilty for going against your wishes, and leaving your son without either of you, his worry for you won out over all else.

After carefully depositing Derrik into Princess Rhaenyra’s awaiting arms, he rushed down the corridors to the chambers where you were being attended to. When he reached it, he did not hesitate to push open the doors and rush inside.

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Your second labor did not go as smoothly as the first. There were some minor complications, which had caused the delay in the process altogether. 

You were so relieved when Harwin burst into the room, you couldn’t bring yourself to chastise him for his going against your agreement to remain with Derrik.

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But eventually, once again after midnight, your second son was born. And just like his elder brother, he was perfectly healthy.

The maester and midwives who had attended to you suggested you would need additional time to recover, but you did not mind. You were so exhausted, you were inclined to agree that staying in bed for several weeks might not be such a bad idea after all.

You were so weary, you insisted that Harwin hold your son first, not trusting the strength of your own arms. Harwin held the small babe in his large but undeniably gentle hold, and leaned in as close to you as his seat beside the bed would allow.

Harwin noted fondly, “He has your hair.”

“I should like to name him,” you informed Harwin then, your voice soft from strain and tiredness.

You and Harwin had previously discussed employing a similar naming arrangement that you had used for Derrik. But your latest admission contradicted said arrangement.

Harwin looked a bit surprised, but nodded in agreement nonetheless. “Aye, of course. What did you have in mind?”

Ever since returning to King’s Landing, Harwin had been overjoyed with the fact that Lord Lyonel was able to spend ample time with Derrik, and soon your new babe, whilst your family was in the capital. Harwin often told you of how it reminded him of his relationship with his own grandsire from when he was young. A man that he always spoke highly of.

You looked down at the babe thoughtfully as you declared, “Selwin.”

“After my grandsire?” Harwin questioned hopefully.

You nodded and tucked yourself further into his side, but your focus returned to the babe- Selwin- still in Harwin’s secure arms.

Harwin pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Once he trusted his voice, he said, “I am sure my lord father will be honored with your choice, My Love… as am I.”

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In the morning, Lord Lyonel and Larys came to visit.

As Harwin suspected, his father was particularly touched by the name of his newest grandson.

Larys, on the other hand, had a different reaction to his youngest nephew. Half-jokingly, and with a small pitiful smile, he said, “Ah, another second son.”

“Come now, my boy,” Lord Lyonel scolded Larys playfully, though his face remained nothing less than cheerful as he lightly bounced Selwin in his arms. “You should know that means nothing here- not in this family. I too, was a second son once… and look how far I’ve come.”

Larys did not say anything further for the remainder of the visit.

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But your Good Brother’s odd choice of comment lingered in your mind. Though Larys’ implication  had prompted you to discuss it with Harwin later that evening, you had given the matter of which you spoke great thought over the past few months. 

When you finally broached the subject with Harwin, it was made apparent very quickly that he had also given the matter a great deal of thought.

The inheritances of House Tyrell and House Strong were sizable. Highgarden and Harrenhal were expansive, and the surrounding lands included in the lordships only furthered those facts. It would be a hefty undertaking for one individual to take on them both, if not downright burdensome…

You also knew, regrettably from personal experience, the jealousy and greed that second sons could possess. You had no desire for Derrik and Selwin to make enemies of each other- not when you and Harwin had every chance and reason to eliminate that threat outright.

If Derrik was to inherit from one of you, it would only be just that Selwin would receive an inheritance of his own from the other.

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After word of the family’s newest addition spread, the bells were rung in both Highgarden and Harrenhal once more. 

Third Child

Harwin had inadvertently forced your hand and spoiled the surprise.

The loss of his father, Lord Lyonel, in the tragic fire at Harrenhal just a few years before still plagued him, as it plagued you, and Derrik, and Selwin. Your family returned to Highgarden after that, where you had remained since. Your years there had been decidedly picturesque.

But when you started to display symptoms of illness, Harwin couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. Was there some fever outbreak he had yet to hear of? …

Despite the fact that he had seen you in a similar state not once, but twice before, your unfortunate previous experiences had conditioned Harwin to fear the worst.

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In response to his fears, Harwin had some of the best maesters from the Citadel brought into Highgarden. Of course, that had taken place without your knowledge; Harwin wanted to spare you from any additional stress.

As a result, you were undoubtedly taken by surprise when Harwin presented said maesters to you one afternoon. Your husband meant only the best intentions of course- after all, he had thought you had come down with a mysterious illness. But of course, it was no mysterious illness at all.

You were with child once more.

Harwin may have surprised you, but you downright floored him with the news. The relief that flooded over Harwin’s face was nearly immeasurable, and it was only surpassed by the pure joy that replaced it.

Already, Selwin’s twelfth name day was just a few months away. And yet, the gods had not blessed you with any other children since him… Though that had not been for any lack of trying on yours and Harwin’s part.

It had been so long that you had begun to believe your two sons were all the children the gods intended for you and Harwin to have. You were willing to accept this, but then you realized what your recent ailments were indication of.

Though perhaps unexpected, the child was most certainly a blessing from the gods.

After (apologetically) dismissing the maesters he’d summoned, Harwin pulled you into his arms, and, albeit carefully, spun you around until you light heartedly complained of dizziness.

But even once Harwin set you right on your own two feet once more, you were not swift enough to avoid the onslaught of kisses he proceeded to place all over your face.

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Having witnessed similar behavior in your husband two times before, you expected Harwin to become more protective and doting to you than he already was inclined to be.

However, what you had not expected was for your sons to compete with him in their own efforts. Derrik had been little more than a babe himself when Selwin was born, but both of your sons were much older now. With Selwin at ten and two years of age, and Derrik’s fourteenth name day approaching in less than half a year, they were old enough to aid Harwin in his quest to ensure that you remained well looked after and cared for.

… Much to the detriment of your patience.

Between the three of them, it seemed you were hardly able to find a moment to yourself

 At first, it was easy to get a bit frustrated. But once you saw how sincere they all were in their efforts to lighten burdens in your life whenever and wherever possible, you could not fault them for that, and forced yourself to accept their assistance with appreciation.

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Derrik, only a few years shy of what many would consider to be a man, took on a more significant role at once. When you were too fatigued or were otherwise unavailable to fulfill certain obligations due to feeling under the weather, he stepped in for you. With the guidance of your uncle and steward, Lord Elwood Meadows, Derrik met with your bannermen, listened to petitions, and even underwent a few short trips within the Reach for the sake of business that you had previously committed yourself to. Harwin always accompanied Derrik on those journeys, and they never lasted more than a few weeks. Both of those facts gave you comfort.

If the lords of the Reach had any qualms about speaking with Derrik instead of yourself, they were wise not to voice their opinion. After all, they knew that Highgarden could very well pass to him one day.

While his elder brother branched out, Selwin was content with merely keeping you company. When Harwin and Derrik traveled for business on your behalf, or when matters regarding Harwin’s own lordship called him away from Highgarden for a time, your youngest son gladly remained close by. In the evenings, when you would usually retreat to your study to catch up on correspondence, Harwin always joined you. But whenever he was away, more often than not you were joined by your youngest son. Selwin would bring books or writing parchment of his own whilst he worked on lessons and concepts that had recently been assigned to him by the Maester Thomos. Learning and retaining information did not come as naturally to him as it had his elder brother, and you and Harwin noticed that he often was forced to apply himself and focus harder because of it.

But no one could fault his persistence, or his curious nature. Perhaps Selwin would not master the written word, as Derrik so often strove to do… But he would not be confined to it, either. He had an inquisitive mind that tended to allow him to see beyond the information that was merely presented to him.

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And finally, there was Harwin. Perhaps the worst (best) offender of going above and beyond to assure that you had everything you could want or need.

The most notable story to come of this was a result of another case of particular food cravings. You had never been a stranger to those whilst carrying Derrik or Selwin. But with your third child, you only ever seemed to desire one thing: fireplums.

The need first struck you in the dead of night, as it usually did. You woke Harwin with a sheepish smile, and informed him of what you wished for.

Though sleep hung over him heavily, Harwin’s next few steps were carried out with a well-practiced routine. He sat up, gave you a tender kiss on your forehead, and climbed out of bed.

When Harwin trudged into the kitchens that night, he was once again greeted by the cook, who had been anticipating his arrival ever since your pregnancy was made publicly known. Harwin and the said cook had become something akin to old friends over the years.

Unfortunately, when Harwin relayed the specific fruit that you sought that night, the cook regrettably informed him that they had yet to pick any for the season, despite the harvest being just around the corner.

… Although, there was that field just outside of the castle grounds…

Underneath the glowing moon, Harwin hazily picked fireplums by hand. Though sleep threatened to claim him with each blink, his determination to secure your fruit of choice encouraged him to press on. The cook, who had accompanied him, if only to be the witness for such a bizarre tale, shook her head in mock disapproval as she realized, yet again, how much your husband loved you.

When Harwin returned to your chambers a few hours later, you were fast asleep. Not that he was surprised. He simply placed the basket of freshly picked fireplums by your bedside anyway, expecting the craving would strike you once more whenever you rose.

When he climbed back underneath the covers and scooted closer to you, he was even more content than he had been a few hours before in the midst of sleep.

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Harwin assured you many, many times throughout your pregnancy that he had no preference for a son or daughter, as he had done before your first two children.

Ever since he had first dissuaded your fears before Derrik was even born, you had not had a preference either. You had two sons already, and you and Harwin loved them both equally, and in great measure.

Between House Tyrell and House Strong, there were two sizable inheritances to be claimed after both of your passings: one for Derrik, and one for Selwin. This third child, regardless of sex, would not have such an inheritance to claim. All the same, they would be no less loved or welcomed into the family because of that.

As long the babe was healthy, that was all that truly mattered to you and Harwin.

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… That was, until you became acutely aware of your innate wish for a daughter after a meaningful conversation with your husband one evening.

The pair of you had returned to your joint study after supper, as had become your tradition. You had braced yourself for several hours worth of writing, but your husband, sitting nearby at his own desk, kept distracting you. Parchment shifted frequently, and his quill was repeatedly dunked into the ink pot beside his hand.

Whatever Harwin was working on, it was obvious that he was doing so with great focus.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you rose from your seat and wandered over to him. What you saw on his desk gave you pause.

It was a family tree. Not just any family tree, but one littered with many familiar names. Your combined family tree.

“The boys mentioned Maester Thomos intended to begin a thorough discussion about their lineages soon,” Harwin explained, glancing between you and the large scroll of parchment. “I thought a visual representation might assist with their learning.”

Your eyes flickered over the names, and you felt yourself smile. “‘Twas a wise idea, and perhaps in more ways than one,” you complimented him, placing a hand on your protruding stomach. “We shall need a name, and soon. Mayhaps someone here could provide some inspiration?”

Harwin hummed in agreement, but his eyes never left the parchment before him. His fingers subconsciously lingered near one name in particular. Kianna Darry.

You moved to rest your hand on the back of his neck, where you idly began to detangle his curls. “You miss her.”

It was not a question.

Harwin leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. “Every day.”

The statement you made was redundant. Your mother passed when you were not but a few years old, but that did not make her absence in your life any less prominent. Why would Harwin not miss his own?

And that’s when it struck you. Without question, you would accept any child the gods blessed you with. But there was an unspoken sense between you and Harwin that this child was likely to be your last. And a selfish part of you suddenly longed for a daughter. A daughter who might carry on the memory of her grandmothers, who were claimed by the Stranger far too early. A daughter who, gods be good, would never come to share their fates.

You continued to look over the names written in Harwin’s own hand mindfully, hypothetically proposing a few different combinations in your head as you did so.

Your musings were interrupted when Harwin let out a soft sigh, and looked away from the family tree for the first time that evening. He turned towards you, and put a hand on either side of your stomach. When he looked up at you, his wide and calming hazel eyes contained such a depth within them, only a fool would question his sincerity in that moment. “I am most fortunate that the gods have seen it fit to keep you in good health. If not for my sake, then for that of our children.”

You casted him a small smile and swept some hair up and away from his face. “The gods would face difficulty in keeping me from you all, Dearest.”

“Do not tempt them,” Harwin grumbled playfully, lowering his head and burying his face from your view. As his forehead came to rest upon your stomach, you moved your hands to rest over top of his own, which were still positioned securely on your sides.

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, until the babe decided it was an opportune moment to deliver a swift kick to Harwin’s head.

At the slight, Harwin withdrew with feigned crossness. But his face softened significantly as he whispered to your stomach, “I shall not take that personally, little one.”

He emphasized his point with a sweet kiss, as if it would reach the child within.

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The day your labors began, Harwin did not even attempt to keep himself away from you. He had learned from his previous two failed attempts that it was futile.

After ensuring that Derrik and Selwin were safe and preoccupied with their great uncle Lord Elwood, Harwin did not stray from your side. The maester and midwives might have wished otherwise, but they had enough experience with the two of you to know that arguing against his presence would also be futile.

Despite any reservations they might have had, Harwin found himself thinking, more than once, how grateful he was to be back in Highgarden, where you were being tended to by physicians the two of you trusted.

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The gods blessed you in several ways that day.

One, your labors were the easiest they had ever been before.

Two, you and the babe were perfectly healthy.

And three, the gods had given you and Harwin the daughter you had secretly longed for.

As your daughter was placed into your waiting arms, the only pain you were aware of was the soreness upon your face due to your beaming smile.

Harwin did not bother to wipe away his tears as he gently took a seat beside you on the bed. As one of his arms wrapped around your waist, he pressed a kiss to your head. His lips lingered for a few moments, conveying all the things he did not trust the shakiness of his voice to express. When Harwin pulled back, you rested your head on his shoulder, and watched with nothing short of adoration as your husband lightly traced the young girl’s cheek with a single finger.

“What shall your name be, Sweet Girl?” he inquired softly, his love-filled eyes never leaving the bundle in your arms.

You thought of the many combinations you had mulled over the past few weeks, having taken significant inspiration from the family tree Harwin had drawn up. One in particular kept coming to the forefront of your mind, and once you spoke it aloud for the first time, it sounded true.

“Luciya.”

You watched Harwin’s face shift as he contemplated it. He repeated the name once, twice. Then, he swooned. “A singular name… For a perfectly singular girl.” He kissed your cheek then, and despite yourself, the gesture caused the heat to rise within them. “Thank you for her, My Love.”

Later, when your eyes felt truly heavy, and Harwin had insisted you get some rest, he readily took the babe from your arms. You drifted off to the hushed sounds of Harwin’s promises of grandeur to your newborn daughter.

The bells in Highgarden and Harrenhal rang that day for the third and final time.

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Once things had settled down, and when you were feeling up to it, Lord Elwood brought Derrik and Selwin to meet the newest addition to the family.

A nearly unbearable warmness crept up into Harwin’s chest as he watched his sons, each on either side of you, fawn over their new sister.

His family. Your family.

“Harwin?” When you realized that he had not joined you, Derrick, and Selwin, you looked over at him with soft, imploring eyes. “... Come, Dearest. Join us.”

Harwin happily obliged you.

Never before had he felt such joy, such contentment with his life. In that moment, Harwin knew that the strife and tragedy that had befallen him in life had been well worth bearing, if doing so meant he could be with you and your children at the end of it all.

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 The plan is to get back to the main story’s main chapter next, but I couldn’t resist writing just a little bit more family fluff before the stuff hits the fan. I eventually might do a part 2 to this, but we’ll see. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!😊🖤

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[sarascamander]

If you love Kit and Ty, you HAVE to read the Adventure of Holloway Holmes — it gives the EXACT VIBE of KitTy. I'm not even kidding. We have two wannabe sleuths absolutely pining for each other, crimes to solve, amazing banters, and just so much more! One of the similarities:

1. The main character is Jack Moreno who Kit wished he was. I LOVE KIT but Jack stole my heart in a way he didn't lmao. They both are sarcastic, hilarious, independent and undeniably in love with their partner in crime. Honestly, being in Jack's head is one of the best experiences of my love. It's so fun!

I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to smack my head against the steering wheel. Off the top of my head, I could make a list: some fairly good weed, a lot of addies, condoms (not that those were illegal), unopened vapes (those were), this rare tentacle porn manga that Ty Bryce had paid me for but asked me to hold on to. After I got out of prison in thirty years, I already knew, Dad was going to make me have a super awkward sex talk.

2. And Holmes aka H (as Jack fondly nicknamed because Holloway Holmes is such a posh name in his humble opinion) is so precious!!!! I want to wrap him in a blanket burrito even though he is actually capable of breaking my arm without blinking. But god! Someone needs to take care of him. Although it's never been specified in the book, I'm 80% sure he's autistic. Either that or he was badly abused (which he was). He reminded me of Ty by the way he speaks and acts.

I examined his face. Then I gave him a smile. He was doing a Holmes thing, not looking me in the eye, so I moved my head until he was. This was something we’d been working on.

3. You know how Kit will suddenly drift to a paragraph of how beautiful Ty is? Well, Jack Moreno might give Kit a run for his money (he's so obsessed with H's knuckles and the thousands of shades of gold in his hair, it's embarrassing)

He made a frustrated noise. Then he smiled. The expression was a little stiff; he wasn’t used to doing it, and it was another of those things that he was self-conscious about. I’d read about people who get up at two or three in the morning—on vacation, no less, when they’re in Hawaii—and then they drive hours and hours, and all of it is to see the sunrise from this one specific spot, and I thought, Come to Utah if you want something worth your time

Context: they're in Utah. Jack basically said that Holmes' smile is prettier than the sunrise!! 😩

4. Their relationship is literally so pure and one of the things that get me insane about them is their communication!! They always worked hard to communicate with each other and sort things out it's so satisfying to read!!

“I lied,” Holmes said, but he still wasn’t looking me in the eye. “I am angry with you.” “I guessed.” “I don’t want to do this right now.” “It’s good practice."

5. Their banter is *chef kiss*

“I’ll tell him it’s a sex thing.” “Good,” Holmes said. “He’ll be pleased that all your hours of mindless pornography are finally paying dividends.” My jaw legit dropped. “H!” “Desk, please.” “That was so amazingly bitchy.” “Desk.” “And, like, also kind of evil. Which I loved.”

And there are literally hundreds of reasons to read this trilogy if you are craving for Kit and Ty. And although their vibes are similar, they are also their own people. And words can't say how much I adore them. The story and relationship is really beautifully written. I honestly don't care much about the crime but I'm obsessed with these two

Some of my favourites quotes:

He sat there in silhouette, head down. I knew the curve of his spine. I knew the span of his shoulders. Anywhere, I thought. I could be anywhere and know you

“You are my soul, Jack Moreno. I do not know why John Watson wrote his stories that way, why he wrote himself so small, when he was so much more. I do not think I will ever understand. But I do not want to know what I would be without you.”

I knew that he was something more than me, something vast and wonderful that I could only touch the edges of. But for someone like me, the edge was enough—just a glimpse was enough. And, more importantly for right now, I knew what he sounded like when he’d been hurt, the quality of his breathing, because I’d hurt him in a way few people ever had. Which was why, in those rare midnight hours when I could be honest with myself, I knew it was better this way, as friends. Because I didn’t deserve him

“But he was so much more. Sherlock Holmes was a brilliant detective, Jack. He would have been that regardless of other circumstances. But he was a good man—he was a happy man—because of John Watson.”

“What do you say to that, I wanted to know. What am I supposed to say? What do you want me to say? But what I was really asking was, How am I supposed to do this again? I barely survived the first time; what am I supposed to do when you leave me again?”

I had seen, this spring, jacaranda blossoms so pale they were almost blue, trembling with the breath of the mountains. I had seen, when I'd been twelve, a foil of goldfinches flocking against the crushed dusk. I had seen a shooting star once, thinning across the sky like combed silver. And I had seen Holloway Holmes smile.

There's so much but I don't want to spam so I really hope you give it a try!!

[inks-lil-quiet-corner]

woa a random in stars and time oc that may or may not be incredibly self-indulgent!!! woa!!!!

meet lost! a silly ghost that just vibes with siffrin in the loops! more info about them is under the cut cuz it's a lot and doesn't make much sense lol (isat spoilers!!!)

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would appear after the loop where siffrin gets accidentally thrown into the tear

like loop, they don't use any of the characters’ actual names

in order they call them little shine, housemaiden, fighter, researcher, and kid

basically the same as loop except for siffrin’s nickname

calls loop little galaxy, and calls the king crying one

loop would probably call them ghost

genuinely doesn’t remember anything about their past, but there are things that give them a sense of familiarity

can choose to make themselves visible or non-visible to siffrin, but can’t make themselves non-visible to loop

has free range when it comes to movement, can go wherever they want, but often chooses to stay beside siffrin

is oddly calm most of the time, and usually has a neutral expression unless they're expressing some sort of joy or acting mischievous

gives siffrin little pep talks at the start of every loop, but stops doing so after act 3

would suggest the use of siffrin's dagger to loop back really early into the loops, before the end of act 2

siffrin still wouldn’t go along with it until much later on

sometimes messes around the house since they're able to sometimes physically interact with the items around them

has caused the group (other than siffrin) to think that the house was genuinely haunted in multiple loops because of this, much to siffrin and loop’s annoyance

commentates a lot on what siffrin’s doing, even if he can’t hear them in the house

would suddenly act differently after act 2, when siffrin defeats the king only to get sent back

would express more emotion, namely frustration and impatience

would also show exasperation regarding siffrin deciding to stick to some script, wondering why something like that matters when they’re stuck

after act 3, would often immediately go to bonnie’s side and stay with them for as long as possible for a few loops

would also shut up about their annoyance regarding siffrin following a script, though they’d still see it as pointless when it comes to some of the stuff that he’s so adamant about keeping the same that wouldn't really put any of them in a life or death situation

would suddenly become visible to the rest of the group in act 5 after siffrin runs off into the house on their own, would partner up with loop to help guide them all to siffrin

Two Hats Spoilers below this line!!!

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they're a siffrin from another universe

loop had a sneaking suspicion of this since their first meeting, and it was confirmed in one of the loops during act 4, in which lost decided to hang out with loop while siffrin went back into the house and the two of them had a talk

lost themself didn’t know that they were a siffrin from a different universe, but remembered when loop started talking about it

wished for something different compared to loop

wished to rest, and for their soul to be sent somewhere far away where it’ll actually matter

did not turn out as expected but oh well

doesn’t want to replace siffrin, just wants siffrin to be happy and live the life they couldn’t since he never gave up when they did

never reveals their true identity to siffrin, but siffrin suspected that they’re another siffrin after the uh. conversation. with loop in act 6

their spirit is finally able to rest after the loops end, so they fade away, leaving behind their silver coin and five-leaf clover

do they come back??? who knows it’s like a similar ending that loop had where they just faded

[morocosmos]

I installed brio for the sole purpose of making this line up of moro'a's official, not complete because who knows when that will be finalised but nevertheless canon uhh. body count.

* = long term/romantic relationships */ = toxic yaoi (specifically for aymeric, sorry) the rest are ONS/short term

Character names and extra info under the cut if anyone's curious/can't identify a character/bc some of them are OCs. nothing explicit but feel free to skip if you're not keen on reading about moro'a's love/sex life jshdj. assume there will be MSQ spoilers.

Pre-ARR

Roegadyn + viera - OCs, i don't have names for them yet and literally designed how they look today but i'm already attached to them. they work at the farms/orchards around la noscea when it's in season and hunt when it's not, much like moro'a did when he started out in eorzea. the roe is a trans man. they're part of the Barn Incident

Koh'sae Naharaf - OC, a keeper miqo'te who moved to limsa lominsa and joined the blacksmith's guild. moro'a's first long-term partner, until they break up after the calamity due to their lives taking drastically different turns. as a side note, he's also yezih's cousin :>

ARR

Guydelot: had a one night stand while moro'a was in gridania for the remembrance ceremony :D when they see one another again at the start of the BRD quests guydelot is just “*POINTS* YOU'RE the wol???? :D” because he only knew moro'a by the nickname he gave him

HW

Haurchefant: moro'a avoided relationships after he became more and more known as the wol/guardian of eorzea, but feelings for haurchefant came for him like the eight umbral calamity, right as the scions were granted entry into ishgard. they do get together and it's very, very sweet for a while, and then...yeah

Post-HW

Aymeric: short-lived, codependent 'we're both dealing with the loss of someone very dear to us and need something to stave off the pain' relationship. aymeric had actual feelings which moro'a couldn't return, then it all crumbled when he found out that fray/moro'a had been killing temple knights

Ansaulme: guy from the HW and STB fisher quests. nothing much to say here, they just slept together

STB

Mauci: from a blue sidequest chain in the azim steppe. stormblood is a continuation of moro'a's maladaptive coping mechanisms so he isn't getting attached to anyone at this point

M'zhet Tia: from a blue sidequest chain in the fringes. i haven't actually finished the allied society quests there so idk all there is to know about him, i just like that he's the one guy who's shorter than moro'a

Wounded Temple Knight: he's in the cutscene of the quest 'heavens weep', when the tower at specula imperatoris falls. there's no reason for me picking him other than that he recognises the wol from the final battle at the steps of faith, and that he's cute

Post-ENW

Estinien: circumstances (alcohol) in radz-at-han lead to them spending a night together, and after moro'a works out some complex feelings (about aymeric and estinien being a thing, and relationships in general) they start a qpr. it goes on for a while, but estinien decides to end it when it becomes clear that moro'a has strong feelings for leofard

Leofard: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[duckieduccss]

Hey there!!⭐️💜✨

Thanks for stumbling onto here!! Here are some cool things to know before going on:

★I’m Duckie/Ryuu (for the longest time online, many have just referred to me as “Duckie” but youre all also welcome to use my other name that ive added recently thanks to friends “Ryuu” [its actually a nickname a friend gave me based on one of my fav characters from another fandom but i have no prob with others using it to refer to me]

★Currently at lvl 22 in life & my bday is March 16 (for anyone wondering)

★I also go by he/they & im both genderfluid (mostly masculine & nonbinary leaning) & bisexual

★Im diagnosed autistic so my interests & hyperfixations mean everything to me✨ Speaking of which

★Currently my main interest has been Godzilla & kaiju generally. Im still new to the fandom & its my first time getting to learn how to draw kaiju so im more than happy to meet new great amazing people who also share a love for Godzilla & the cool kaiju that exist✨💜

Socials💌💬

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Now onto some more stuff:

Inbox📨💫

My inbox is currently OPEN for asks & dropping off notes for me to read. Tho i wont be answering any that are too personal or generally any that make me feel uncomfortable. Also i ask to not drop any drawing requests UNLESS I mention that requests are open in my main bio

I’ll do my best to complete any I receive (art requests) tho it might take time to get to finishing it (life can get busy) so all id ask is for understanding & patience

(I have the right to reject/not do any request that makes me uncomfortable in doing)

Same goes for asks (i really dont wanna block anyone & i try to be always nice tho if it’s necessary, ill do it)

Extra Stuff💖💜

[This is just a small area where i mention a lil extra fun facts about me lol]

My fav Godzilla characters (not in any specific order) currently are:

Gigan (my beloved)💜

Heisei, 2014 & Shin Godzilla

Kiryu Mecha Godzilla

Kamata-kun (also my beloved🥺✨)

King Ghidorah

Mothra

Art Program I Use:

Clip Studio Paint Pro

(I use a mix of my own custom brushes & that of others i find)

I also enjoy some writing (maybe ill try typing up something sometime ^^:)

And uhhhh…im left handed too (wow)

Apart from my main hyperfixations, Ive always had an unchanging interest in both ducks (as a species & generally they make me happy; kinda explains my user) & stars (stars as a whole and even anything with star patterns

Im also a casual metal music enjoyer (secretly a metal head possibly) *takes opportunity to mention Ice Nine Kills 👀*

That’s it for now & hope you enjoy your stay!!⭐️🌌🌈

[m00nz-artpad]

The demonization of a traumatized woman

People were obsessed with the fictionalized tales of that of "Iron Man", "The Hulk", "Spider-Man", and more. What people were just learning was that those stories were all true. Those mutants, mutates, and even humans with special abilities existed. One of them was a woman now only known as "The Badger".

Olivia hated that name. She abandoned it long ago after she gave up the life of crime and finally joined society. She wasn't "Badger, the Outlaw" anymore, she was just Olivia. So when she saw her old nickname in comic book stands in the streets, she was disgusted and furious. Peter had act gotten the first issue because he was interested in finding out if it was even close to her true life story.

Instead, it was fictionalized. Made just to get money and in the process demonizing a real person who had to deal with the repercussions. Gone were the days of "Olivia, the woman who wanted to see the good in people". Now it was "Olivia, the whore who killed for fun and hated everybody". Peter had tried to console Olivia through the stress of being made out to be a monster and whore who only wanted to seduce men and murder without care, but she knew nothing would change people's minds. She was now the monster they wanted her to be.

If you think Olivia's appearance if different, you are 100% correct. I purposefully changed her appearance for the fictional comic in this fic. It's kind of funny how "The Badger" the comic is like fanfiction of my fanfic.

I wanted to make it obvious that the people in this fic don't understand Olivia while also criticizing a lot of "tough comic book femme fatale" tropes at the same time. Due to knowing her story, the reader (once the fic is finished at least) will understand her and understand she's not a brainless monster, instead she's an extremely complicated and traumatized woman. But everybody only sees her as crass, brainless, and hypersexual for fun. That's what the comic is all about; demonizing her and making her out to be a proper monster.

However, as mentioned in "The Clash of Worlds", at some point by 2014 or so there's a plotline where she has a "redemption arc" based around the time that Olivia and Peter met and started to form a relationship. This even is a critical look at the trope of a character changing because of someone else, especially a "tough" woman becoming "softer" for a man. Which is the complete opposite of Olivia.

I'm not saying that those kind of tropes are bad. Some of my favorite comics, stories, shows, and even movies have the femme fatale falling in love and changing for the better trope in it. What I don't like is when it's done wrong, which is exactly what the comic "The Badger" has done.

The writers of the comic completely bastardized Olivia and her story, breaking her down as nothing more than just a sexy caricature of who "The Badger" is. Also the comic has nothing to do with her past as a former outlaw, only mentioning Arthur and Javier in passing once or twice throughout the comic.

(Also anothing funfact about the comic is that before she gets with Peter in the storyline, she was actually with Kurt. Because in the storyline of the first X-Men animated series + X-Men '97 she's romantically involved with him. But not in this timeline, because she and Kurt are simply just very good friends who have a very familial relationship.)

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 17 Adoration

(Spoilers as this episode is out before other ones)

-Andre bonding with the child Audrey the supposed love of his life had with another man.

-I pity that man, changed everything about himself for love… it’s actually kind of sad. Because it’s clear he fell for the wrong person.

-Zoe got someone she is in love with. I’d say it’s Marinette, because she has LITERALLY no other people she has seen interacting with. But I doubt it will appear since this is an international show. So my bet is they will imply it without saying it, plus, Zoe doesn’t show the photo she was gonna bury.

-oh so Zoe is in 8th grade while Marinette is in 9th grade. So at least that conforms Audrey cheated on Andre AFTER having Chloe, Damn

-so those two are the reps. Also. Marc is a year younger than them. Interesting

-oh the zoenette is strong in this one

-The storage of all the gifts she made for Adrien, which needs cleaning out. Guess Marinette chilled out about things. Good on her.

-huh… this is the first time we actually get a full on tour of her room. (We see it a lot, but never knew how she divided her stuff up. Neat.

-Oh the hidden adrien simp board is new. Love the touch. (I love the little sticky drawings)

-That probably hurt Zoe more than she would let on.

-not gonna lie I know Andre isn’t his real name, but I get why he changed it. It’s a mouthful.

-the butlers name is Armand!?

-Zoe knows everyone in the hotel. Good. Glad that girl is respectful to the people that help run the place. (Zoe + 3 respect)

-And Chloe and Sabrina are there… what a shock (not really)

- Yea the show really just removed any and all character development they had for Chloe and squeezed it into Zoe. Points for Zoe standing up to Chloe.

-At least Audrey is still in character.

-Andre really be like (I prefer the daughter that was born from another man banging my wife than my own) points to the Simp mayor

-I take it back Anax as a nickname sounds kind of dope

-You ever just see a character on screen and hope a piano falls on him? Yes I’m talking about Gabriel that sterilized tampon

-now Nathalie here being the GOAT with only one line. Respect for Nathalie. Girl really gave up on her simp tendencies and decided to just be the mother Adrien needs

-Gabriel really be the worst. Looks like Lila gonna cook up something

-seems Zoe forgot about the photo is out. Which I bet will cause a misunderstanding with her hiding it.

-What exactly does Sabrina have morals in? Also side note, PUNCHING BAG?! Really?

-Yea, Chloe just be mustache twirling evil

-Vanisher is back and with Dog powers

-Lila literally plotted an akumatization.

-if I had a dollar for everytime Someone couldn’t tell Marinette they were in love with her. I’d have 2 nickles. Which isn’t a lot but weird it happened twice

-Marinette is pretty clever figuring out all the details… EXCEPT THE FACT THAT ITS HER!?

-Marinette shows she supports Love is Love.

-Op she thought it was a he, to bad Marinette you failed the game. Rip.

-wait did Marinette just condone polyamory? I might have read that wrong

-Marinette consulting Alya on the matter

-oh so that’s how Marinette gets the assumption it’s Adrien. To be fair, I’d have come to that conclusion at some point to.

-oh I can feel the awkward situation coming in 3…2….1….

-Zoe, thinking (wow I reall fell for a simp)

-ah yes the cringe is finally here, now to spend the next Hour trying to watch the episode.

-OOOO A MONTAGE, so how many items can be retrieved via one whistle blow

- They really replaced Luka with Nino. Wait… DOES THAT MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS! Was the truth finally revealed?!

-I get the plan now, they are framing her for stealing stuff. So basically what Lila did in the episode Ladybug. That’s not surprising but also kind of mid. I was expecting more pizzaz. Side note, Zoe was with her the whole time? Also why would she steal from her parents?

-The Chloe accusing her part was clever, because the motive of Chloe walking in to yell at Marinette is very believable

- okay I take it back, this plan has Pizzaz. But the fact everyone sort of just believes it even her own parents? Like come on? And with an akuma litterally anything is possible.

-And Marinette caught on, sees vanisher thanks to the flowers.

-Chloé legit has a Gold phone?!

-Zoe is taking the blame! Zoe no!?

-Oh! Vanisher can just call back whatever she wants. Proof is in the pudding. Good thing Marinette is ladybug. Piñata time!!! Viva piñata

-yum ladynoir crumbs

- Rip Luka’s guitar

-Chloe now getting stared down

-So confession time!

-Well she never outright say it… but She pretty much says it and Marinette confirms it though turns her down. I’m surprised they did that much

-I was complaining earlier about subtlety but this was tastefully done.

-I FUCKING KNEW SHE WAS DOWN BAD SINCE DAY ONE!

-Good on Zoe for encouraging Marinette. Even though she got turned down. But at least it was canon

-Oh damn Marinette is gonna confess

-SHE DID IT FOLKS! She fucking did it! And Adrien is receptive! Will we get a kiss!?

-GABRIEL YOU COCKBLOCKING FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE! I WILL END YOU!

-My heart breaks for Marinette

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7/10

It was a fine episode, I think a lot of it felt padded out, and while I enjoyed the first few minutes and the LAST few minutes were epic. The rest of the episode felt… meh.

Yea Adrien is a sentimonster. There is no denying it. Like I’m sorry for the hood outs. This episodes ending confirmed it completely. Which may be the reason I’m not gonna rate it higher.

[bina-limbu]

( tsunaina limbu, 30, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that BINITA LIMBU is a MOISTURE FARMER that works in SECTOR 2. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of PREHENSILE HAIR & MESMERISING PRESENCE. That must be why they’re CAUTIOUS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of teeth clamping down on a lower lip for silence, endless braids of hair like strangling ropes upon a throat, and being unable to look away from something terrifying. They are affiliated with THE UNBURDENED.

basic information:

character name: Binita Limbu

nickname(s): Bina, Nita (and inevitably, inb4 Rapunzel/Medusa)

face claim: Tsunaina Limbu (on that, from my research I believe generally Nepalese ppl use their caste as a surname, and Tsunaina is of Limbu descent which is why I gave Bina the same surname as her FC! If anyone with better understanding of Nepalese cultures feels this was incorrect pls let me know, I of course want to be as sensitive as possible!)

mutation status: Gen ii mutant

birthday: November 12th (Scorpio)

sexuality: undecided... definitely WLW in some capacity

moral alignment: undecided...

occupation: Moisture farmer

work sector: 2

affiliation: The Unburdened

3 positive traits: Disciplined, loving, cautious.

3 negative traits: Evasive, insecure, self-destructive

BIO:

Bina was the most beloved baby. Beloved by her parents, and by the whole community. Everyone doted upon her. She wanted for nothing. Even before she had language to ask for what she wanted, it would be given to her before she even knew she needed it.

Her community was overall anti-mutant, having suffered great losses during the first wave of mutation -- her own mother was a pariah because of the harm she'd caused. But everyone made an exception for Bina. The trouble was, they didn't know why. Her hair set her apart as an obvious mutant, but nobody realised the secondary mutation: her mesmerising presence.

So she grew up, happy, loved. Married her first crush. Bina thought she was the luckiest girl alive; she didn't always got what she want, but if she expressed her wishes then the people around her were usually kind enough to help her fulfil them. She had so much love to share, and she just assumed it was the same for everyone else.

It was a quiet life, until a newcomer joined their village. This person was a mutant, with power nullification. For the first time in her life, Bina's hair fell unmovingly down her back. But more than that, suddenly people looked at her with clear eyes. Thus began the witch hunt: she had ensorcelled them, against their will, manipulated them, turned them to her whims.

Bina was held down, her head shaved. And then she was chased from her home, and from the community that did not actually love her. The accusations were true, she supposed. As she travelled, she learned more about mutations, and learned about her mesmerising presence. It made her sick. It made her whole life an insincere lie, when all she ever wanted was to love and be loved in return. This mutation left her, essentially, unlovable.

She came to Sol City by chance. Having travelled South, first by foot and then by boat from the bay of Bengal, she didn't want to form a community. But community found her, when the ship she was on wrecked and she washed up on the Austrlian shores -- the sole survivor, having protected herself in a cocoon of hair.

She tries to keep to herself, now in Sol City. Bina is prone to nonverbal periods, and when she does speak it often takes her a while to form sentences as she thinks carefully how to phrase things so as to avoid expressing desires, or anything that might influence people.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

It's just a city. She doesn't love it. She's been here a few months now and is still getting used to being surrounded by such a dense mutant population. It feels more metropolitan than her home village, and she does like that aspect because its easier to get lost in the crowd.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

More than some. She understands the choice to put only humans on the council, given how dangerous some mutations can be, but questions the efficacy of 'democracy' without regular elections.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

She didn't choose, but is happy enough where she ended up. It's easy to isolate herself, as she lives alone in a dome shaped structure half buried in the sand, and the vaporators aren't so complicated to maintain.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

The ol' wedding ring, of course. Bina doesn't know if she considers herself married or not: her mutation made it sort of a sham, and she'll never forget the hatred in Gamya's eyes after her mesmerising presence was dropped. But either way, the ring is a good reminder of her limitations and her past.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Prehensile hair & mesmerising presence.

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen ii.

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

Prehensile hair: Bina can grow her hair at will (it's usually around knee length). She can constrict with it, grab and manipulate objects, use it as a whip-like weapon, form it around herself like a shield (the latter two are her methods for fighting with the Unburdened). She can also hide her face behind it in shame! That's not a mutation thing, anyone with long hair can do that!

Mesmerising presence: does what it says on the tin, really! Beholding her, you feel almost hypnotised. You want to do things for her and make her happy, and the longer you are around her the stronger this feeling typically grows.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

Prehensile Hair: Her hair is still... hair. She can grow it back pretty fast but not instantaneously, so if someone cuts or burns it off there's not much she can do in the moment.

Mesmerising presence: mutants with indomitable will or similar mind-based powers can be immune. Her presence has no impact if you can't see her, and time/distance loosens her hold anyway. None of this makes much difference because she puts so much effort into not utilising this power anyway!

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

She generally wears her hair loose, and it WILL be in your way. It's just so useful keeping it long! But it can sort of react to her emotions if she doesn't focus on keeping it in line, so it can be a gauge for her responses.

She is deeply uninterested in romance because she doesn't think anyone can truly love her, and obviously has concerns about anyone's ability to consent to intimacy with her due to her mutation. I myself, however, am a hopeless romantic and would love to find a way for Bina to find love <3 so you CAN change her mind.

She is with the Unburdened not because she loves fighting, but because she hates herself. She will lash out and give the fight her best effort but she honestly likes it better when she loses. She doesn't want glory or money, she just wants to self destruct.