#this is legitimately my pride and joy

[quigzahhutt]

Good morning sargebon nation, today I bring you a snippet of a fic I currently have in the works :^)

Working title:

Waiting for you to catch up.

Tags:

Logan/Alex, fluff and smut, porn with feelings, minor hurt/comfort

It was about 11 pm when Logan, soaking wet from the torrential downpour outside, came stumbling through the halls of the hotel, desperately trying to reach someone's room.

He didn't exactly know who he was looking for. Anyone’s would do, honestly; after his shit race, crashing out on home soil again and giving the mechanics even more work to do, Logan had taken Lando's first win celebration party as a way to "drink his sorrow away" as a pitying George Russell phrased it with his stupid Margarita and his stupid air quotes.

After reaching a familiar room number, knuckles were reaching wood and rapping upon the surface in the impersonation of a knock, which in his freezing cold and tipsy state, Logan achieved more of a couple taps and then the slide of his fist down the grain.

Alex was on the other side of the door, startled easily by the odd sequence of.. knocks? taps? He would say they were more like a pitiful drag, but Alex has a lot to say and not a lot of people to listen, so sue him and his obnoxious speaking habits.

Upon the click of a lock and the glide of a hinge, Alex was met with a flushed and obviously not-sober Logan Sargeant, who was looking a lot less like his teammate and more like a drowned kitten. Cute.

Said teammate proceeded to slur a sentence starting with the word "Alex" but every word following was lost to the air between them. Following this, Logan attempted to do... something. Alex wasn't quite sure what but it resulted in Logan's hand grasping Alex's, and his teammates face buried into his collar, once again mumbling incoherently, this time into Alex's T-shirt.

The duo stood in this odd stalemate, half in the hallway and half in Alex's hotel room. Logans grasp on Alex's hand, although weak, persisted and Alex decided to have mercy on his poor soul and took the responsibility to tighten the grasp and drag Logan into his room; the younger obviously needed something from him.

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To be posted by Sunday :] (hopefully)

[solreeds]

I needed to go across the American border and smuggle him back but I finally got my hands on a Leo Fuggler. He brings me much comfort in the cold, canadian mornings.

[rubberduckyrye]

I am sad, I don't think I'm gonna be able to recreate my beloved childhood chao on my Odin's version of SA2B.... crying, screaming, tantrum--

[khazrablood]

I really don't like thinking about selling both my Meliora Deluxe vinyl set and Meliora Redux CD but jfc I am getting closer to doing that along with my Impera and Prequelle deluxe sets. Hell, I'd also sell my Fallout 3 artbook filled with Adamowicz's concept art for someone who collects physical artbooks.

The only other avenue to fall back on to raise more money is to find pay pigs and actually do art commissions, which would be realistically easier compared to trying to sell $1k+ worth of merch I suppose. I'm gonna have to put myself on a strict schedule of how to divide my time to at least do those 2 before going the seller route.

[summerspectre]

some resources to make today a little lighter

or, a really silly list of things that have kept me sane

cartoons, movies, animations— oh my!

into the spiderverse

gravity falls season 1

the amazing world of gumball

regular show

kitbull + pixar shorts

bluey

a random powerpuff girls full episode & also there's a second one (original series dw)

ramshackle thesis + pilot + stone gets microwaved

lackadaisy

game grumps animated

mbmbam animated + original non-animated podcast (some funny shit

the egg (one of my favorite short stories, feels topical)

youtube reccomendations that are overall a good time

yknow the guy who makes the ghost songs every year (ghost duet, choir, etc.)? he does cool shit (louie zong)

nerdy nummies (go rosanna)

cinematherapy (a family + couples therapist & a filmmaker react to films (ex: nimona, tangled, pride and prejudice, up, coraline) and draw very real and grounding lessons from them)

jaiden animations videos

elyse myers vlogs (vlogs as a creator with autism, agoraphobia, and ocd and i find her insights to be incredibly comforting + takes extra care to keep her family separate from her work and is worth supporting if you need a comfort youtuber)

miscellaneous myths (myths from different cultures told in bite sized videos, done by an excellent team)

minecraft youtube newer and older to binge

minecraft oasis - ihascupquake

aphmau minecraft diaries origins, 1, 2, rebirth

aphmau mystreet s1, s2, s3, s4, interlude, s5, s6

aphmau phoenix drop high (mystreet prologue) s1, s2

legitimately one of the best resources to binge dsmp

-> technoblade dsmp

"actually good videos" - a technoblade playlist

-> + @royalarchivist has plenty of qsmp clips :) i will not be further endorsing the series itself for personal reasons but it's still important to the mcyt community & archivist does an excelling job archiving

(if anyone has good playlists for the life series or hermitcraft, please repost with them!)

all time tumblr favorites

tumblr folk stories (highly recommend god of arepo)

queer granddad spongebob

bumblebees rolling balls around

the making of emperor's new groove

alex hirsch vs disney censors (this is on youtube but it feels tumblrian)

resources for...

caring for your introvert (a silly amongst the serious)

if you're lost right now

after a long cry

if you're falling out of a plane right now (completely serious. no jokes anymore i already spent my silly)

the trevor project online chatting option

the trevor project site (tap anywhere quickly to exit immediately)

crisis hotlines

(stay alive, you've got this)

relaxing/asmr

hang out with piplup

squirtle's day at the beach

pikachu by the patio

relaxing minecraft long play

accounts i suggest for a boost in joy:

-> @akindplace

-> @twopartposts

-> @traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors

-> @neil-gaiman

-> @i-am-a-fish (never seen a bad take)

-> @artsyaxolotl

-> @world-heritage-posts

and if you're reading this post at all, please feel free to add!

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Rĩna Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | Prologue

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, I wanted to write something raunchy with plot, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed.

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

Prologue | Desire and Need

Dear Princess Saera Targaryen

In my old age I have begun to truly appreciate the concept of family and it has become a necessity for me.

You are my only Aunt remaining and while I understand you may be still offended by your Father and my Grandfather's transgressions. I would like to extend a show of goodwill to my dear Aunt.

I understand from word of mouth you have a high bride price on your youngest daughter. I have a son, Aemond, who is unwed and unbetrothed and is about the age of your daughter.

If you are willing to hear it. Bring your daughter to King's Landing and prove her purity. In turn I will legitimize your child making her Princess Y/N Targaryen, wed her to Prince Aemond Targaryen. With double her price to go along with it.

You yourself will be welcome to come and go from King’s Landing at your whim.

Viserys of House Targaryen, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men.

Saera read over the letter with a scoff, throwing it onto the dark wooden table. She is far gone from her prime, at the age of two and sixty it has begun to dull her greatly. Even if she desired to make such a voyage she would no doubt die before she even made it.

Even to ask this of her was a slap in the face. Her pride was far too great to give up her daughter to Westeros, a land she despised. After her Father all but banished her from Westeros she had to make a life for herself elsewhere and she ended up in Volantis becoming a proprietor of a successful pleasure house.

Saera, too deep in her rage to notice her youngest and only daughter entering the chambers until she swiped the piece of paper out of her tight grip. Tearing off a small piece in the process.

“Getting mad like this isn’t good for your health, Mother. You’ll surely break something.”

Y/N Targaryen was a true marvel of Targaryen beauty, your fathers genes never stood a chance.

Silver white hair and soft purple eyes with her thin dresses of purple, her features would lead one to believe she was soft and innocent but like her mother she had an innate want for power and comfort.

The Valyrian girl was not content in Volantis, the city-state reeked of elephant dung. It was blisteringly hot day or night and there was no difference. When her Mother complained about King’s Landing it sounded miles better than Volantis, true or not.

“Haven’t you learned to not take as you please girl!”

Her mother reached out to snag the letter from her thieving daughter but she was faster. Fast paced to the other side of the room where her aging mother could not reach without help.

“King Viserys wants to make me a Princess?!”

Y/N yelped out in joy, Princess was such a sweet citrine word to her ears. As a young girl she would fantasize of having the same title as her mother once did. She would pout and cry that her mother was a Princess and she wasn’t.

“Foolish girl, you fantasize too much. No one is making you a Princess, it’s a personal jab against me!��

Her Mother scoffed once again, she will have to witness her daughter have another Princess phase as she did when she was a growing child. All because her Nephew was dying and the Targaryens wished to bother her once again.

“Let me go to Westeros please Mother! It’s my dream! It’s not fair!”

Y/N puffed up and pleaded to her mother like a child begging for extra dessert past their bedtime.

It was too late for Saera to say anything, Y/N was already lost in her fantasies. She wondered of this Prince Aemond, he would be about her age… would he be handsome? If he wasn’t promised to someone else by now maybe no other lady wants him? Or maybe the Gods are saving him just for her!

“Send a Raven immediately Mother! I must go to King's Landing now!”

Saera sighed deeply, Y/N reminded her of herself. Wanting to be freed from the life she’d been given, wanting something different and when given the choice went for it. Just so happens to be in different directions. She’d been waiting a long time for someone to get her only daughter's approval, so if she desired this Prince and this life…

“Gods be good… very well. However! I will be forced to give you a lesson in Westerosi standards, you wild child.”

[itsawritblr]

Jenny Watson: "We can do it, so let's do it." Jenny outlines her plan for a female-only, lesbian space.

For my lesbian, bisexual women, and radfem Followers. Via Graham Linehan's Substack.

For many decades, London was considered the global capital for lesbian nightlife. But you’d never know it if you visited the UK today. It’s not for a lack of British lesbian culture: I’m a lesbian, I’m involved in our country’s lesbian social scene, and I can assure you, it’s alive and well. What we lack at the moment are our own dedicated spaces. I think the UK needs once more to have lesbian-run, female-only community spaces. 

I’ve got an idea about how to make one such space a reality. And I believe I'm in a position to make it happen.

Over the past seven years, I've had the privilege of organising a range of lesbian social events in London. Throughout this time, I've made many connections in our community, gained an increasing understanding of our needs, and created social spaces that I hope go some way to meeting them. 

And in those seven years working to coordinate part of the the UK’s lesbian social scene, I’ve come to see how badly we need a dedicated, strictly female-only event space — now more than ever. 

Men have been encroaching on the lesbian community, and the problem is only getting worse. There’s been a sense of inevitability, that this is just something we have to learn to live with.

But I’ve had it.

In June, I skipped London’s official Pride festivities and instead visited an alternative, independent event at the Hampstead Ponds. It was a female-only picnic. Hundreds of women of all ages were gathered, from their teens to their eighties. And the sublime joy that I felt that day led me to a eureka moment:

We need this. We deserve this. This is our right. As lesbians and bisexual women, we have a right to social spaces that are entirely our own.

So, earlier this year, I decided to implement a women-only policy at my events. Although this sparked controversy, we ultimately received recognition from the UK’s largest pub operator that it is legitimate to hold women-only lesbian events - a real victory!

And then it suddenly dawned on me: we need more and not only do we need this, I can do this. I feel I have a good sense of the UK market for lesbian social events. So I crunched some numbers and developed a business proposal. I gauged interest and studied feasibility. And I’m excited to tell you: I believe this can work.

My plan involves establishing a private members’ club and securing a prime physical space in London. By day, this space will operate as a versatile hybrid workspace, becoming a venue hosting various social events in the evenings and weekends. Alongside these, we'll provide online events, and collaborate with service providers for health and wellness advice, fitness guidance, group trips, and more. Revenue will come from the events, partnerships, as well as from membership dues.

To the lesbian and bisexual women reading this: you’re welcome to get in touch with me if you’d like to learn more. There's an opportunity to invest if you’re interested, too. I’ve got a pitch deck I would be happy to show you and a fully fleshed-out, 50-page business plan. And I’m happy to report that there are already investors who have given the thumbs up. 

Following my announcement and inspired by the community's heartwarming response, I decided to introduce an early-bird membership programme. This includes a personalised QR-coded membership card for exclusive updates and access to a members’ discussion space. Joining early also signifies your part in accelerating our community's launch. 

Which brings me to another issue, and it’s a big part of the reason I’m writing this now: online critics. There’s a small but vocal group of people online who’ve been saying some pretty nasty and completely unfounded things about me. This group of people have taken to personal insults, and accusations that I’m a fraudster and a grifter.

I’m not entirely surprised to encounter pushback, but at the same time, the level of vitriol has been eye-opening.

But I try to put it in a bigger context: Lesbians have faced so much abuse, and for so long we’ve had to settle for having social spaces conditionally, on terms set by men. There’s a climate of distrust and fear looming over the lesbian community as a result. So much so that today the idea of even having one single space fully dedicated to lesbian and bisexual women seems so radical, some people’s initial reaction is that there’s got to be a catch.

I completely understand that a good dose of scrutiny, of tempering optimism with some degree of caution, is reasonable. It’s healthy. And it’s entirely welcome.

But personal insults and unfounded accusations are not. I know that emotions are running high, and we as a community are feeling beleaguered right now. But that’s no excuse to target my Irishness in personal attacks, for example. Or to target my business supporters with lies about me.

I'm not here to push or persuade anyone who doesn't feel the spark for this project. However, for those who do, our project investors' safety and security are crucial — capital funds are securely placed in escrow and I've teamed up with a business consultant who's right here supporting us until opening day. We’ve put together a solid business plan.

If anything, the tenor of some of the criticism I’ve faced only hardens my resolve: it just highlights how badly women need a space to unite us, to heal us in this difficult time.

It’s been upsetting to endure the smear campaign that a small online group has thrown at me… but my mind keeps going back to that Edenic afternoon at the Hampstead Ponds, where hundreds of women were gathered in serenity and harmony.

This will heal us. This will unite us. And it will make us all stronger. Lesbian strength comes through unity.

There are various ways you can help, but the most crucial one is spreading the word - our message is the most important part of this project. 

Other than that, as I mentioned earlier, if you are a lesbian/bi woman, there is the option to join as an early-bird member (however, this is not compulsory; you can wait until our opening). Additionally, there's the opportunity for investment or donation. I've prepared a comprehensive 50-page business plan and pitch deck available for those who are interested.

For a deeper understanding of the project, feel free to visit our website or you can email me at contact@lcommunity.co.uk 

Any form of support you can offer is immensely appreciated as we work towards making this a reality.  

We can do this. So let’s do it!

[otgo-brooklyn]

Older Brother!Slider with Baby Brother!Ice

Okay, so another contribution rant to the Top Gun Fandom:

Big Brother Slider, but ONLY, ONLY to Ice. And not the generic sibling relationship, no, but Ice is his Baby Brother.

For any who don't have that 'Baby' Sibling, as an eldest child, let me explain: A sibling is a younger, less better, version of yourself because your parents were a bit delusional and now there is Another™.

HOWEVER, a Baby Sibling, a BABY Sibling? No, they are essentially your own child, typically the youngest, they are your pride and joy, and when I tell you that with a Baby Sibling you become so protective over them you would commit horrible crimes for them- literally becoming an attack dog on a leash held by said Baby Sibling, that is a true Baby Sibling/Older Sibling relationship. The minute they are born they're just, your child, like so what the birth certificate says that their parents are my parents, that's obviously a lie. They legitimately become your child in more ways than one, whose only role in life is to be happy and loved. And this is SO the relationship between Slider and Ice.

Ice is the Baby Sibling™, with Slider as the protective older brother. Slider makes sure that Ice is happy, and cared for/loved, protected, everything for the Baby™. I cannot explain enough how much I love this head-cannon, and all the proof I'll ever need to explain it is this one GIF;

Look at Slider, the protective arm around the shoulder, the glare, the judgement in his very being, the way his jaw tenses-, compared to Ice, who is just sitting there, not even noticing, focusing on something else all happy like (Or as happy as Ice can get while in Ice-man mode (Or as happy as one can get when translating languages, if you saw my other post about Russian!Ice ;D)).

Slider nearly getting kicked out of the Top Gun program due to beating a fellow pilot unconscious because he DARED shit talk Ice

So they never gave Slider a DOB/specified age in Top Gun, but his actor, Rick Rossovich is 2 years older than Val Kilmer, so that only furthers the point of Slider's Older Brother Agenda

One time Goose was showing Ice how to cartwheel after Ice was interested in how he did it on the deck of the ship they were stationed on and Slider refused to allow Ice to do it because "What if he falls and cracks his skull open on the tarmac Goose!"

When reassured that Ice cracking his skull open isn't going to happen, and Goose was only going to demonstrate, Slider still wont budge on it. Ice never learned how to do a cartwheel to this day

Ice's foot getting caught in the track and wheels of a stationary, not turned on/working tank on accident and one singular, quiet, whispered "ow" after pulling it out of said track/wheel, was all it took to have Slider screaming his head off carrying Ice into medical absolutely positive that Ice just "Broke his own god-damn ankle, GET A MEDIC-"

Someone shoving past Ice on their way to the mess hall in a rush, causing Ice to stumble back literally 2 steps, and Slider getting in their face, slamming them into a wall with a "I swear you put your hands on Ice one more time, your not gonna have hands AT ALL"

He then slings his arm around Ice's shoulder and directs him to the mess hall, glaring at any poor soul who dared look in Ice's direction

They were at the bar and a woman started to approach Ice, who, of course was not noticing (he only has eyes for a 5'7" gremlin named Mav), and Slider shuts that down REAL QUICK. Like, no, not today Lilith, pick a different naval guy-

Give Mav The Talk when he notices Mav giving eyes to Ice, and Goose because Slider can never be too sure, and everyone observing this is sitting there like 'what the actual fuck' after Slider threatens to, and I quote, "French braid your fuckin' nervous system you shitty dwarf" towards Maverick amongst other colorful threats

It gets to the point where Slider is so protective over Ice, people don't ask Ice anything without looking to Slider for some kind of acceptance or denial, like;

Hollywood: Hey Ice do you wanna- Slider, the coldest look ever seen, actively dropping the temperature in the room while promising a slow and tortuous death: Hollywood: -help me figure out this trajectory angle equation for this [classified] mission? Ice, absolutely oblivious to the entire situation: Sure? I guess?

Its single-handedly the funniest and most terrifying thing to ever happen in Top Gun history, aside from whoever decided to put Maverick Mitchell in a plane

And the cherry on top is that Ice DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE at the entire situation

When someone tries saying how terrifying Slider is to Ice he just brushes it off, like, "Oh Slider? No he's very nice, he even walks with me wherever I have to go in the day. He's all bark and no bite"

And everyone in the immediate vicinity just looking at Ice either with pity or like he's stupid because he doesn't know

He never figures it out either

(This overprotectiveness doubles, if not triples when he meets baby Bradley Bradshaw, and Slider just cant compute because now there is another person who has my undying love and protection-)

(Goose once lost Bradley on a very important, very large Naval destroyer and the entirety of the Top Gun Class of '86 is frantically searching the entire ship before Viper finds out and one of them just stumbling into Slider sitting on a couch with Ice and Bradley just absolutely passed out, sleeping like a brick, essentially using him as human furniture, and the look Slider gives them promises a 100 years of death if they wake either of them up-)

(After Goose's death when baby Bradley lives with IceMav, he just clings onto Slider whenever he's over because "I feel safest with Pops, but Pops feels safest with Uncle Sli', so I'm safest-est with Uncle Sli'")

(Mav doesn't know whether to cry because that is so cute- or be annoyed that Slider is preferred over himself)

(After Bradley reconciles with Mav, he's caught sleeping(read absolutely dead to the world) on Slider's chest like when he was as a child and no one knowing what to do because "Rooster that is a 2-STAR ADMIRAL OF THE US NAVY-" Slider is just like "I'm safest-est", and Bradley sleepily chiming in with a "safest-est" and deciding to just go back to sleep like nothing happened)

[darkestspring]

Hello! Can I request a Yandere Aemond and Yandere Aegon force their niece to marry them?

you were rhaenyra's eldest child, born from both laenor and rhaenyra's labors and efforts. You were their pride and joy, the only legitimate child to come from their union.

Everyone had viewed you as their true heir, the beloved princess velaryon but none adored you more than your uncles, aegon and aemond.

their adoration had gone from pure to twisted after that night at driftmark. Your aunt had died and then it was your father, nothing was the same for you as you had locked yourself away, unwilling to see your mother marry someone else.

You had carried on with your heir duties, learning philosophy and strategy once you had perfected your high valyrian. You wished to perfect yourself. You had even taken up sword training from your great-uncle, the only time you ever talked to him.

It had all went from fine to worse, the night you had returned to king's landing. Your uncle Vaemond had insisted that driftmark be passed to you, seeing as you were the only child that laenor sired. It had led to him losing his head, you had not yet recovered from such a sight when your uncles cornered you.

"Sweet niece." Aegon's purring voice greeted you as you stared at him, unimpressed.

"Uncles." You greeted the both of them impassively unlike the care you held for them years ago. "Move out of my way, Aegon." Your eyes narrowed at him when he refused to do so.

"We missed you after you so cruelly abandoned us." He pouted at you as he reached out to twirl a strand of white hair between his fingers. "It seems you have grown more beautiful in our absence, don't you agree brother?"

"Hmmm." Aemond stared at you like he wanted to make a home in between your ribs and it unnerved you. You had always known that your uncles were dangerous. You had gone against your mother and father as a child to see your uncles, to spend your time with them. Watching them train, reading with aemond, flying with aegon.

"It was the both of you who pushed us away, with your cruel words against my brothers." You hissed at them, smacking aegon's hand away. "I will not be your toy. We are no longer children."

"No, we're not." Aegon agreed, stepping closer to you as aemond did the same. "You're of pure valyrian descent, what I wouldn't do to have a taste."

"You will never have one!" You refused, smacking aemond's hand away as he reached to touch your sapphire pendant. "There is no one in this world I loath more than the both of you."

"Oh, I imagine you love us just as much." Aemond retorted, an amused smile on his lips as he peered down at you. "You never forget a love that's etched into you."

You stiffened as a phantom pain went through the scar on your ribs. The scar where Aemond had carved his name into you.

'So that even if I'm far away, you'll never forget me.' He had insisted as you sobbed through the pain.

"You and I both know that was not love."

Aegon groaned, tired of this cryptic conversation. "Enough!" He hissed, his hands clutching at your wrists with force. "I don't care about my whore sister, our crazy uncle or your bastard brothers. I have had enough of you slipping from our grasp. Before anyone else, we'll claim you as ours." He pulled you down the hallway, hand over your mouth

"A septon has agreed to marry the three of us. Before morning breaks, you will be our wife, bound to us for all eternity. Struggle against this and I'll slit all three of your bastard brother's throats, do not test my patience."

You stilled, fear filling you. You had never been more afraid of them than you were right then.

"We already have a gift for you." Aemond purred into your ear, following close behind you. "Lord Cregan Stark's heart, for daring to pursue you."

You would never escape them. No attempt would even get you close.

[valancietrinit]

(not pictured: table of contents, dedication, author's notes + chapter summaries, & the footnotes for the references in the fic itself)

unable to fully articulate myself right now, but i'll have a go. absolutely thrilled to have received this in the mail earlier today - my fic, "happily drown", has been bound by the amazing @theriverbeyond (for whom it was dedicated), & guys? it's fucking gorgeous!!! this fic is my pride & joy, so i was deeply honoured when they reached out to ask if they could make it their first fic bind. my back phone camera chose today of all days to start fritzing out (smh), so apologies if the pictures aren't great, but i legitimately couldn't wait. anyway, my endless gratitude & thanks for letting me add my fic to my physical bookshelf - honestly the best fandom project i've ever been involved in <3

(bonus: all the tags that didn't make it into the posted fic)

[warframememes]

My pride and joy Deimos Carnis cosplay on which I spent a bit too much time picking the colors. Heart emoji

That is legitimately VERY impressive. You've flawlessly achieved what you set out to do. If anyone else has done similar, I would love to see those too! I honestly don't have much to say, that's just a whole Deimos Carnis right there. 10/10

[thebadboyfanclub]

After You Little Pet (Aegon x Reader)

I think this has got to be one of my favourite ones that I have written, if anyone has a “semi evil seductress” imagine in their heads do not hesitate to send it my way, also I would advice “god is a woman” with this

“A beautiful healthy princess”

The wet nurse declared as she passed the babe to Rhaenyra who was already shedding tears of joy at the sight of her small child.

“(Y/n) Targaryen, you are destined for great things”

-

(Y/n) was often called, “the realms gift”, she was blessed with the Targaryen genes yet her characteristics were more sharp than usual, her nose resembled the one that princess Alyssa was known for and her eyes were dark blue like the winter ocean, of course the princess was spoiled since she came out the womb, she was the future of the Targaryen line. (Y/n) was her mothers daughter, her pride and courageous spirit meant that she aspired to be the best at everything and anything she could get her hands on, the unquenchable thirst for knowledge was strong.

(Y/n) was the only child of Rhaenyra that was a result of her beddings with her lord husbands Laenor, her existence strengthened her mothers claim for her sons parentage being legitimate. It kept the greens astray for some time since (y/n) was Rhaenyras heir it meant that there was no accusations of “bastard blood”.

However the family was aware that if the greens searched for an accusation to hold against them they could easily find it, first of all was the claim of Jacaerys being the heir of driftmark.

“What if I were to wed Aegon?”

“(Y/n) it is not time to jest”

“That is why I am not”

“Aegon would never wed someone from our family, his mother has poisoned his mind since a toddler”

“Who said anything about force?”

-

Aegon was one of the easiest targets, years of studying people and the obsession with strategy benefited her tremendously, what also helped her was that Aegon was rather handsome, his pouty lips and mischievous gaze intrigued her.

She had Aegons attention the second she waltzed in for dinner wearing a rather “scandalous” choice of clothing and chose to take a seat next to her uncle Aegon, when (y/n) sat down Aegon was hit with her intoxicating scent of caramel, the alluring smell combined with her the exposed skin was enough to set his crotch on fire as he shuffled in his seat to save himself from the embarrassment.

She talked his ear off all night along with allowing her hand to rest on his and even caressing his bicep when she gawked at him and threw a few compliments at him that Aegons fragile ego desperately needed to feed on, she was a delight and he had not seen anything yet.

Aegon was getting ready to sneak out his room and find a whore that somewhat resembled (y/n) with the lights off when he opened the door and was met with (y/n), the lady gasped at the “sudden swig on the door” and stared at Aegon with a guilty look written all over her face remaining silent for a minute.

“I-I got lost”

“Outside my doorstep?”

“I… thought it was my chamber”

“Interesting choice on nightwear princess (y/n), are you sure you were not looking for someone?”

(Y/n) knew exactly where she was she had spend most of her childhood running inside the castle but what good will that do if she admitted that? No, Aegon had to feel like he was the one corrupting her. (Y/n)s face turned red at the accusation as her eyes focused on the ground, in the meantime she clasped her hands together in front of her at a nervous manner.

“T-that is all my servants packed”

“Oh for Gods sake”

(Y/n) yelped at how Aegon grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside his chamber, she didn’t know he had it in him. Aegon pressed (y/n)s back against the wall as he collided his body with hers, the thin material of her nightgown did not protect her from the predatory eyes her uncle held as he scanned her, his breath hitting her face as it turned heavy from lust.

“Don’t be coy, you went out looking for something, what do you need little pet?”

He whispered in her ear seductively, (y/n) bit her lip to seem conflicted, if she was honest Aegon was arousing her, the sense of his hands slowly roamed her body earned him a hushed moan from the princess as he was waiting for her to give him what he desires

“I shouldn’t have come here”

“But you did little pet”

“Don’t call me that”

“Why? Does it excite you?”

“Y-yes”

Her stutter showed him her squeamishness, her morals fighting inside her mind as her body craved one thing while her head was telling her something else, it made Aegon think he is in control.

“Such pretty lips you have I wonder if the others match”

“I do not understand”

“Of course you don’t but do not fret, I will show you”

Aegon planted a kiss on her lips so intense that (y/n) was taken a back for a moment, he lifted her nightgown to brush his fingertips against her naked flesh and wrap one of her legs around him for easier access, (y/n) moaned at the feeling of his crotch grinding on hers, a foolish little boy that allowed her to so easily wrap strings around his limps, he was her puppet.

Once he pulled her undergarments and held his member in his hand (y/n) shoved him away with all her might, her hands covered her exposed breasts as she tried to catch her breath.

“No, no this is not right”

“Come on little pet”

“No I will not be able to wed Cregan if I… no”

And with that little slip up of absolutely fabricated information she put on her undergarment and rushed out of his chamber. Aegon stood dumbfounded, she was to wed Cregan Stark? No, that could not be she would have to move to the north, he would lose her forever.

The next morrow queen Alicent summoned Rhaenyra and her daughter, (y/n) sat next to her mother while she quickly took a few glances over at Aegon, blushing every time she did so. When queen Alicent announced (y/n)s betrothal to Aegon the young girl looked up at the prince with eyes full of joy, she bit her bottom lip to “hide her grin” before her eyes went back to staring at the floor.

“It would be an honour your grace”

She had mumbled in a humble manner. Everything went according to her and Rhaenyras plan, the event was one for the history books as Aegon was seen smiling at his radiant bride before they quickly disappeared from their own feast, Aegon could not wait any longer.

They had stayed in bed for a full week, learning each others bodies morrow, evening and night, Aegon was infatuated by his wife, such a “innocent” creature she was to him as she whimpered, she played her part better than anyone.

The act of a maiden gone mad was the best idea she ever had, allowing him to “corrupt” her while escorting her to the unbefitting road of silk, (y/n) had hid behind Aegon while entering, to coy to even peep at the whores, Aegon felt on top of the world as he bend her over behind taverns with a hand over her mouth to cover her moans.

A while later (y/n) assumed authority, making Aegon believe he was tasting the fruits of his hard labour, riding him while he held on to her dragon grey ghost up in the sky, spreading her legs while sitting at the stoned balcony, fucking at the stable, if Aegon could fulfil his fantasies and urges with his wife there was no need to for pleasure house.

“This sight will never get old”

“I hope so, we have the rest of our lives for me to ride you”

(Y/n) purred in her husbands ear, her hips moving in the motion of the ocean leaving Aegon a moaning mess

“Princess!”

“What?! What is it that cannot wait?!”

“My apologies princess for interrupting but it is urgent”

(Y/n) was with her exposed back against the door that the intruder had barged in from and put a halt in the coupling of Aegon and (y/n). Aegon chuckled at her frustration, Aegon did not care if his own father walked in during the act the only reason he stopped is because she has stopped.

(Y/n) huffed out a breath in between her hands gathering the white sheet to somewhat wrap it around herself leaving her husband bare, Aegon once again did not notice nor fussed about him being nude, he just sat up with his hair being a mess to follow (y/n) with his eyes as she walked to the servant girl whom passed a small piece of paper to (y/n), the princess carefully opened it to unravel the reason behind this abrupt end of their bedding.

“Thank you Talya, for your troubles”

She whispered to the woman before she passed a pouch of dragon coins to the girl that scurried away. As the servant girl disappeared Aegon expected to have his wife back on his bed, on the contrary the princess moved around the room to dress herself with her flying armour causing, aegon drew his bottom lip between his teeth as his clearly upset wife muttered to herself

“Would you like to share with your husband what has gotten into you? Well except me of course-“

“Your father is dead”

“What?”

“We must go, now”

Queen Alicent might have lord Larry’s, (y/n) had majority of the servants on her side, “you could learn anything if you can pay the price” her mother always said, (y/n) was known for her generosity in exchange of reports about what has been said around every corner of the castle.

The unfortunate news of the kings death first reached (y/n)s ears before it reached the queen, (y/n) was no fool her grandsires death was inevitable, she had made peace with losing her beloved Viserys who had protected her mother with his last breath, she would be damned if she let his hard work spoil over the begrudged hightowers, she wouldn’t go down without a fight

“Go where?”

“Dragon stone, if we fly we will be there before dawn my mother will grand us asylum”

“We cannot leave, what are you on about?”

“Aegon think about this, if we stay your mother will demand for you to be crowned king, a concept she has openly discussed with you since you could talk, we are not safe here anymore”

“You’ve planned this, haven’t you?”

It was the first time that Aegon saw through (y/n)s goals, (y/n) grew quiet for a couple of moments as Aegon scanned his wives face with his eyebrows furrowed, was she betraying him? What was her scheme? Is she trying to protect him.

“I love you Aegon and I want us to be happy, we cannot prevail here under your mothers and your grandfathers cloak as they parade around the castle like they own it, I am leaving, will you follow me?”

(y/n) had spoken the truth, she had grown to love Aegon, although his obsession with wine was something she despised Aegon was a good match that kept her youthful and she relished the flame that burned for one another, she also did not wish for a war to begin within the Targaryen family, it would be the beginning of the end for their bloodline as hundreds of lives would be lost, she did not want that blood in her hands.

Aegon had managed to shock her when he jumped out of their bed and squeezed (y/n) in a hug, Aegon always scoffed at the talk of being king, his father never wished for that and he had never seen himself being able to carry such responsibility, to be the face of the realm.

“I would follow you to ends of the world”

“Aegon I was hoping we could discuss this at a different time under better circumstances but… I do not want our child to come into our world in the midst of a war”

(Y/n)s words left Aegon speechless, (y/n) had never told him that ever since the wedding she had made sure to get her moontea served to her every morning, it was the reason she woke up before him, if they were to have kids it would be when (y/n) felt ready not when the small council asked for it.

One part of her withheld that information as a surprise, his nameday was approaching so she had thought what better gift than their first love child, the other part of her would rather skin herself alive than allow the greens to take her mothers birthright, with that announcement (y/n) had ensured nothing would stand in her mothers way.

Grey ghost and sunfyre were always saddled, the coupled had grown a habit of flying at odd hours of the night, searching for new places to visit and secluded areas they could lay naked and moan without fear.

“Gods be good, please tell you are not jesting”

“Aegon, we must go, now!”

“Lead the way princess”

(y/n) and Aegon ran with their hands intertwined down to the dragon pit,(y/n) prayed internally that they make it up in the sky before Alicent sends guards after them, naturally the knight sworn to (y/n) followed them close by to protect the princess, he had been chosen by Rhaenyra herself so they could be certain that when the time comes he would risk his life if it meant (y/n) made it to Dragonstone safely.

When they could finally see their dragons both of them puffed out a breath from the ease at their nerves this brought, (y/n) took only one step towards her dragon before Aegon pulled his princess by the waist to give one last kiss in her lips, he never wished to rule or be called a king.

“My precious wife, I must admit this is a thrill I never expected to experience”

“What running from your mother so she won’t get the chance to slaughter my family?”

“Precisely, it was about time someone else got to witness her cruelty besides me”

(Y/n) laughed at the slight jab Aegon landed on his mother, (y/n) had expected Aegon to go through some type of sadness when Viserys passed, she had left out the part that Aegon and Viserys were never close, the king was engulfed by grief that none of Alicents children could mend.

Aegon was never the smartest one still he was sharp enough to recognise that his wife belonged on the throne, he was perfectly content with being the king consort, besides having a crown on your head only means the world is on your shoulders and Aegon planned to be her safe haven, the shoulders (y/n) could lean on or put her legs on depending on how she craved to be assisted by him.

“As much as I would love for you to ride sunfyre while I ride you we do not have the time for that”

“correct me if I am wrong, we have yet to cross dragon stone out of the map”

“Such an eager little thing”

She joked before she ran away for his reach to go to her dragon at the same time Aegon mirrored her steps with Sunfyre, they gave each other one nod in unison before they commanded their dragons to fly, the thrill of that lift off from the ground would never burn out, to see the castle from a higher angle compels them to feel untouchable, mayhaps that is why the small folk say the Targaryens are closer to Gods than to men, it was their dragons that were gracious enough to let them get a sense of the clouds.

“Come along dear Aegon, it is time to go home”

“Your wish is my command, after you little pet

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THE RED QUEEN || d.targaryen

IN WHICH: six years after the driftmark incident, (name) and daemon targaryen receive word that lucerys velaryon’s claim to the driftmark throne is being challenge so they return to king’s landing to vouch for baela’s claim to the throne. to make things worse, viserys is dying and his last words are misinterpreted.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!targaryen reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: part three in the shrew of king’s landing series!! reader is described as having silver hair. rhaenyra is kind of a bitch in this, love her tho.

WARNINGS: death, incest, targaryen!incest, angst, shenanigans, dysfunctional family, mentions of cousin marriage, otto hightower, usage of the word bastard, pregnancy, reader is pregnant again.

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THE SIX YEARS BETWEEN THE DRIFTMARK INCIDENT AND THE RETURN TO KING’S LANDING HAD PASSED BY RELATIVELY SLOWLY, that’s how it’d felt. Slow. The years had drolled on by, six of them in total.

The styled “Heir Who Never Was” found herself going through a series of recollection and deja vu as she took in the sight of her chambers. It was like she had never left. Her bed was made. The fireplace was roaring.

Everything was exactly where it had been the day he left. With the exception of rummaged clothes, shoes and books. It pained her to gaze upon her tragically empty bookshelf, which was her pride and joy before she claimed Meraxes from the Dragonpit.

Her household and supporters all adorned the deep shade of rouge, declaring their support to (Name)’s claim to the Iron Throne. She had gained some supporters in the Red Keep, including Otto Hightower, Alicent Hightower, Aegon Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen and Daeron Targaryen.

Rhaenyra had seldom supporters in the Red Keep. Dressed in a well-fitting crimson dress, (Name) rested her hands on her swollen stomach, round with her ninth child. Six years following the death of Laena Velaryon, a myriad of events had taken place.

Harwin and Lionel Strong had died when Harrenhal caught fire. Corlys Velaryon had an accident at sea and was presumed missing. Rhaenys Velaryon was raising Baela and Rhaena to lead Driftmark. Laenor Velaryon had died. Escaped, some said. (Name) did not blame him.

Daenerys had wed Aegon, bearing him two children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aemond had wed Rhaenys and the two had a daughter, Alysanne. Helaena was happily married to the son of minor Lord.

There was talks that Aemma and Daeron would be betrothed. Then again, there was also talks that Aemma would be betrothed to Lucerys Velaryon. The Reds had been summoned to Court to deal with the matter of the Driftmark Succession.

It was elementary. Baela should inherit the Driftwood Throne. She was Corlys’ eldest legitimate grandchild. It made sense. Lucerys Velaryon, despite bearing the Velaryon name, had no right to the throne. Anyone with a brain could see that. Anyone except her father.

She glanced over at Daenerys, Rhaenys and Helaena sitting talking, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Alysanne playing on the floor with (Name)’s youngest children, Aegon the Younger and Viserys.

Daemon sat on an armchair by the fire, with Rhaella on his lap. Rumours were flying that Rhaella would be betrothed to Joffrey Velaryon. Over my dead body, is what crossed (Name)’s body.

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The Reds and Blacks were assembled in the throne room, like characters on the chessboard. Each side shot glances at each other. Vaemond Velaryon was arguing how he should be considered as heir to the Driftwood Throne.

“I shall say it if nobody else will,” Vaemond spoke, glaring daggers at Rhaenyra, “Her children are…BASTARDS! And she is a whore,”.

The room was stunned with silence, briefs whispers darting to and fro. In his weakened state, Viserys unsheathed the same Valyrian Steel Dagger that had scarred (Name)’s face all those years ago. She felt an odd chill running down her spine.

“I’ll have your tongue for that!” Viserys had growled, before a slow clapping at filled the room. All eyes darted to the figure of (Name), who slowly clapped with a mischievous smile on her face.

She laughed briefly. “Thank you, Vaemond,” (Name) uttered, walking forwards, “What? Oh, Father, do not look at me like that. Somebody had to say it. If you cannot accept the truth, then I shall have to convey it to you. Rhaenyra’s children are illegitimate. I am sorry. Everybody knows. The whole fucking Seven Kingdoms knows. Laenor Velaryon did not father those children, Harwin Strong did. Your blatant favouritism towards Rhaenyra has gone on for long enough. Seven Hells, I have had enough!”.

“If Mother was alive to hear you saying such slanders-“ Rhaenyra began.

“If Mother was alive, Rhaenyra,” (Name) icily spoke, glaring at her sister, “Then she would agree with me! Those boys are barely Targaryens, half at most. And you have no fucking right to sully her name like that. Where were you when she passed? I shall tell you where I was. I was by her side, holding her hand as the Maester cut her open. I heard her screams. When our father decided that two daughters wasn’t enough, and that a child that barely lived a day was worth that more than the woman he loved! You have played this charade from long enough, the boys know the truth. We all do. It is time to stop lying,”.

The court room was immersed in whispers. “What will you do now, father?” (Name) whispered harshly, glaring at him, “Banish me? Exile me from Westeros? Execute me? Do your worst. As long as my bloodline endures, you will never be rid of the Shrew of King’s Landing,”.

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The family supper was tense. Aemond had called Jace, Luke and Joffrey “strong boys”, making (Name) snort with laughter. Vaemond Velaryon had been executed. After the Driftmark issue was settled, in which Baela was named heir, (Name) had decided to leave King’s Landing with Daemon and her family, to live in Volantis, with her great aunt, Saera.

She decided to visit her father that evening, a final goodbye. He had been rushed out of the supper, due to his illness. She and Rhaenyra had played civil for their father. She entered his chambers shortly after the Hour of the Owl.

“Father?” She whispered, looking through the billowing white drapes on her father’s bed. He looked terrible. The room smelled pungent, the scent of rotting flesh invaded her nostrils, almost making her vomit.

Viserys’ breathing was raspy and laboured. He would not make it through the night. She knew this. Rhaenyra and her sons has returned to Dragonstone during the evening, shortly after dinner.

“The Song of Ice and Fire…” Viserys murmured, tiredly, “The Princess that was Promised…I was wrong. I should have named you my heir…(Name)…I am so sorry for how I wronged you, my daughter…Aegon’s prophecy. I am coming now, Aemma…”.

With a final breath, Viserys’ body stilled and breathing stopped. (Name) felt tears spilling for her father. She had witnessed her mother’s death in childbirth and now her father’s passing in the night. It stunned her momentarily. She was in shock.

The King was dead.

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hello new followers!

I've had a lot of new followers recently and I'm going to take this opportunity to plug my fics, because that's why I am here (between shitposts and rushed meta.) So! I'm going to do a game I've been threatening to do for a LONG time, and I'm going to invite other writers to do the same.

Rules are that you plug a handful of your fics from your current fandom(s), give a quick summary, and then put in 1-2 lines from comments as reviews. Because fuck it, self-promotion is fine actually.

The Portrait

BG3. 6.5k one shot, Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge. Lord Gortash requests a portrait of his paramour. The pay is good, the contract legitimate. It seems almost too good to be true... In pre-canon, a young artist takes a job from an upcoming player in Baldur's Gate society. "The voice was amazing, the descriptions are poignant without getting too far in the weeds, you show so much without telling explicitly." "if i could frame this fic and put it up on my wall, i would in a heartbeat! literally the definition of perfection"

Monster, Mine

BG3, 7k one shot. Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge. There is a beast haunting the city, and there is a tentative reaching of hands across the table. In pre-canon, Enver Gortash tries to find the truth of the Slayer. "This is a genuinely stunning piece of fiction." "Their poisonous codependency and joint descent into it is the absolute delight to read!"

Even if Love

BG3, 8k, short chapters. Multiple. Shades of love for The Dark Urge, Orin The Red, Enver Gortash, Wisteria Jannath, Sceleritas Fel, Kressa Bonedaughter, Lae'zel, Minthara Baenre, Sarevok Anchev and Araj Oblodra. Can be read individually, but they do build a narrative together. "it is a crime that AO3 only allows one kudos for a whole fic" "All so distinct and sharply observed, and such gorgeous writing throughout!"

Blood and Bone, Bone and Blood

BG3. 3.5K one shot. Ketheric Thorm/The Dark Urge A collection of moments between Bhaal and Myrkul’s chosen as they are bound together with Gortash as the chosen of the Dead Three. "It simply drips with style. Gorgeous prose." "Feral about this fic"

The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter

BG3. 9k, multi-chapter. Halsin/Jaheira. Background Wyll/Karlach. Their time was a century before, she thinks. What can they be, these old souls rooted in their ways, these observers of the world, these failed heroes? "All the kudos here. The ultimate kudos. Oh I really loved this." "I reached the end with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. so bittersweet and beautiful. I adore every word."

Breath and Rosewater

BG3, 20k, multi-chapter ongoing. Gale/Tav She has always loved music for many reasons; the patterns that present themselves, and the sheer joy of playing. Working out the fingering, and bringing joy to others. The breath before the first note. The freedom that comes from following your heart and letting it soar. He has always loved magic for every reason; the study of it, the power in it. The quiet contemplation of hours of learning, the thrill of application on the battlefield, and off of it. The understanding that comes from complete control of your craft. "most well-constructed intro paragraph that i've read in awhile—we get such a strong sense of glim, her expertise, her pride in her art, in just four sentences." "Oh this whole thing is so beautiful. i adore your prose."

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So...Thoughts on the whole people thinking Sylvie is Aro-Ace? I can kinda see her being Aromantic, but with her mentioning she's more "hedonistic" than Loki and silently hinting that she's Bi too, can't really see her as Asexual. But what do you think?

LET'S TALK ABOUT SYLVIE'S SEXUALITY, HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH LOKI AND MOBIUS, & HER CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE SERIES NARRATIVE

Before I answer this, I think it's important to acknowledge that fictional characters exist for people's comfort and pleasure. I write original fiction, and I would hope that most artists believe in the right of the audience to interpret character to meet their personal needs. To me, canon is a sandbox. Everyone should play with it as they please and not hate on each other. There are more important things in life to worry about. Therefore, if Sylvie reads as Aro-Ace to you and that reading brings you joy, then she is.

This question inherently requires the need to talk about Sylki in this post. I predominantly analyze Lokius, so please, no hate! My number one rule is never yucking someone's yum. Furthermore, Sylvie plays a critical role in Loki's development and the philosophical thrust of the series, of which Mobius also contributes to as the other half of Loki's character arc equation (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]). It would be biased and disingenuous to not acknowledge her contributions to the overarching narrative.

ARO-ACE INTERPRETATION

All right, your question! I can definitely can see Sylvie as being aro-ace. That's a legitimate interpretation based on how she responds to Loki's flirtation and romantic advances. It is also possible that she's an aromantic bisexual. This second possibility is more likely based on the text the audience is given.

THE CANON TEXT

Having said that, I think you're curious about what the source material is trying to say about Sylvie's character and how that influences her sexuality. I believe it's important to remember that external behavior doesn't dictate how someone defines themselves. Closeting and disengagement from intimacy because of trauma are prime examples of this.

The train scene in S1E4 reads as earnest. Loki and Sylvie are both very lonely characters. In this moment, both are trying to connect with someone who finally understands them because they are the same. It's actually a lovely nod to the queer experience.

The dialogue, lighting, and costuming (blue, purple, pink) in this scene communicates they are both queer, specifically bisexual. The lighting and costuming combining to represent the bisexual pride flag is an example of queer subtext in film. The dialogue, while direct, is also written in such a way that it avoids explicitly stating "men and women." Sylvie later comments that the brief flings she indulges in during apocalypses helped her "keep going". She even specifies that apocalypses make people desperate. This suggests that Sylvie likely didn't need to do much wooing or charming like Loki would to obtain a sexual partner. Finally, the way Tom and Sophie play this scene is vulnerable. I therefore believe we can take this on-screen admission at face value.

So the question becomes, why does Sylvie respond to Loki's flirtations the way she does?

SYLVIE'S BACKGROUND

Sylvie was orphaned and forced to run all her life from a very young age. Her backstory is deeply tragic. To live in such a way means that she never had the opportunity to experience adolescence.

NOTE: This is honestly my favorite gif of Sylvie. She's so sweet and cute when she's happy. I can't get over the 5 stars on her employee badge. "Sylvie, can you refill the straws?" "Already did it!" The sweetheart.

Sylvie working at McDonald's accomplishes two things: it allows Disney to fulfill their advertising sponsorship agreement for the fast-food franchise, and it subtly alludes to Sylvie's need to live the adolescence she didn't get to. The TVA forced her into arrested development. She never had the chance to make friends and safely socialize on her own terms. The centuries of trauma have made trust, let alone romance, completely foreign to her.

Which is why, when Loki and Sylvie have romantic scenes, she is often awkward or, if not unreceptive, wary. Her previous flings, as she agrees with Loki, were "never real". Physical intimacy without emotional intimacy is a familiar dynamic for both characters. Their relationship with one another is their first experience of emotional intimacy (or at least attempt at it) outside of their families. The pursuit of this emotional intimacy feels safe to them because they are the same entity and thus they know each other's base nature (versus nurture!) to some degree.

The difference between them is that Sylvie has not experienced social rejection in the way Loki has (nurture!). She recognizes the wrongness with which the TVA has treated her. She knows the absolute atrocities the TVA has committed. She is determined to destroy them to free herself and all timelines. Sylvie is consequently more self-assured, more confident in what she wants and believes in, than Loki. In S2, Sylvie's clarity on desire is what allows her to help Loki articulate what he wants: his friends back, most especially Mobius.

In S1E1, Loki, still posturing before Mobius, describes himself as a "liberator". At this point in the story, we know that isn't true, but it will become true by the finale. This line of dialogue foreshadows Loki's trajectory as well as Sylvie's revealed motivation in S1E4: to liberate.

THE NEXUS EVENT

There are a variety of ways for viewers to interpret what exactly the Nexus Event was. The canon, within the text of Mobius's dialogue and verbal confirmation from the creators, is that Loki and Sylvie fell in love. Now, I'm not going to spend time arguing over other interpretations here, but I will say that regardless of whatever pairing or OT3 a viewer ships, the Nexus Event was ALSO definitively this: two Lokis in the same place, at the same time, not feeling lonely together.

And Sylvie, who had confessed to Loki she has no friends and has never really experienced joy, answers Renslayer with the number of positive memories she has:

Sylvie doesn't state it outright, but the subtext is clear that her one positive memory was her time with Loki on Lamentis. Indeed, moments later, Sylvie prunes herself in an effort to find and rescue him.

SYLVIE & MOBIUS

But being the harshly pragmatic individual she is, upon arrival and encountering Alioth, Sylvie assumes Loki didn't make it. I don't think Sylvie means what she says in a cruel way. I think she believes this because she is accustomed to disappointment and accordingly guards herself with cynicism. Sylvie's traumas, her difficulty with trust, her inexperience with intimate relationships, and her cynicism all combine to create an individual who may appear aro-ace when that may not necessarily be the case. Please note, however, that Sylvie being aro-ace or aro-bisexual may still be a possibility. My analysis here is based on what the text and subtext seem to be telling us about her character.

Notably, it is Mobius who is more optimistic about Loki's survival, wondering if Sylvie truly believes that Loki is dead.

This moment is brief, but it is significant because Mobius's optimism implies that not only does he believe in Loki, he also wants Loki to be alive. Sylvie is intelligent. She can read between the lines. We can also assume an off-screen conversation took place between them that confirmed for Sylvie Mobius's genuine care for Loki. When Sylvie informs Loki of this fact, I believe we get this:

Mobius was conservative in how Loki might interpret their relationship, extending a handshake before their goodbyes. Loki, on the heels of his conversation with Sylvie, chooses to hug him instead. The result: Mobius is delighted!

I've long pondered on why Mobius would say, "You're my favorite" to Sylvie. I believe this is why: she helped along their friendship and opened the gates for physical affection between them. This demonstrates that Sylvie cares enough for Loki to ensure he is secure in his bond with Mobius. It likely helped that Mobius did not deny the TVA's evil when she pointed it out to him, and that he did not hesitate to apologize to her for it.

Ironically, it is Mobius's optimism, especially in the potential of broken things to become something better (whether it is Loki himself or the TVA), that creates the fraught philosophical divide between Sylvie and Mobius (and Loki) with regards to the TVA in S2.

THE S1 FINALE

The S2 finale is where the narrative between Loki and Sylvie turns, and the plot pivots to the deepening relationship between Loki and Mobius. Triggering this event is Loki's desire to slow down and think about the consequences of killing HWR in the Citadel at The End of Time.

This may seem out-of-character at first glance. S1E1-E4 have demonstrated that Loki's decision making is sometimes chaotic by virtue of impulse. What was the last impulsive decision he made with heavy consequences?

He ran off after Sylvie. A good decision ultimately, as Loki learns the truth about the TVA through Sylvie, but only by luck. This decision very nearly cost Loki a friendship, one he didn't even realize he had until Mobius called him a "bad friend."

Despite the fallout, Mobius recovers relatively quickly once he confirms Loki's claims and views Ravonna's recording of C-20. He reestablishes trust with Loki as soon as possible to help Loki be with the one he loves. Why? Because Mobius is ultimately selfless and wants Loki's happiness regardless of his own feelings of jealousy.

Which circles us back to the theme of trust and Sylvie's challenges with it.

Loki and Sylvie's relationship falls apart not because of lack of mutual interest, but because Sylvie loses trust in Loki and with good reason: HWR (and thus the TVA) is the cause of all her suffering.

It is not Sylvie's fault she is this way. She hasn't had enough time to develop meaningful relationships, and the one relationship that was meaningful to her (Loki's) became, in her eyes, a profound betrayal. This experience only adds to the other traumas Sylvie carries with her, making encounters with Loki in S2 emotionally difficult if not triggering.

The relationships of Loki & Sylvie and Loki & Mobius are intentionally set side-by-side for 3 critical reasons:

1.) To demonstrate Loki's growth by developing trust and thus emotional intimacy with others.

2.) To create the Plot B emotional source of conflict in S2.

3.) To set-up Mobius and Sylvie's individual beliefs and values (selflessness and sparing life [Mobius] + free will and revolution [Sylvie]), which Loki combines into his own system of beliefs and values. This combination gives Loki the strength and wisdom to ascend the throne and become the God of Stories (and Time).

THE S2 FINALE

Loki comes to his final decision after speaking with the two halves of his character arc equation. Loki first seeks out Mobius, who shares with him the distinction between himself and Ravonna. Now, this is brainwashed Mobius. Brainwashed Mobius believed Ravonna could do the impossible while he couldn't. But Loki knows Ravonna's corruption.

Beneath Mobius's wisdom that "most purpose is more burden than glory" is also Mobius's heart: he could not prune children and that instinct was the right decision. His "failure" was not a failure of duty but rather his humanity succeeding despite the brainwashing. It's this same intrinsic compassion that drove Mobius to convince Ravonna to spare Loki. Loki articulates this to Don as such. He therefore takes the message of selflessness and sparing life from Mobius to Sylvie.

Sylvie, in turn, challenges Loki, stating they should have the freedom and right to fight whatever comes on their own terms.

She also stresses that it is all right to destroy things. Upon hearing this, Loki comes to the conclusion that what is destroyed must be replaced with something better. What needs to be destroyed? Not the TVA and the people in it (not Mobius, Verity, OB, and Casey), but the Loom.

Loki sacrificed himself (selflessness + sparing life [Mobius]) in order to save all timelines (free will + revolution [Sylvie]). Loki sparing Sylvie's life is a direct consequence of Mobius having fought to spare his.

Through this sacrifice, Loki gifts Sylvie the chance to get the type of positive experiences she wants and needs, which includes future romance, if she so chooses. That is canon and is a genuinely romantic gesture regardless of anyone's interpretation of mutual reciprocation or lack thereof.

It is also canon that Loki loves Mobius and Mobius loves Loki. Their actions for one another across both seasons demonstrate this to be true. Is it also romantic? Absolutely. Is it sexual? On screen, no, and it doesn't have to be. Romance does not require sex, let alone physical contact, to exist.

Loki loves them both.

[kissofthemis]

Hello!Can i request the nxx biys with a slightly weird s/o?

Like weird as in they're always happy and goofy 24/7 even in dangerous situations?Like maybe something happened to them in the past that made then this way(you can decide on what happened :D )

Oh,and can i be the K Anon?My keyboard lags a lot if i use emojis,so I hope you don't mind if I go by K Anon here :D

Sorry if this is a super long request it's just been brainrottingbin my head 24/7 and i don't have enough writting skills lmao

❤ Artem ❤

At first, he doesn't notice that you have a tendency to laugh off your pain or make morbid jokes. He thinks that he's just more uptight or strict than most people, so he suspects your behavior is actually more akin to how "normal" people act.

It's when you act blasé after a dangerous encounter that he realizes that this seems to be a unique trait, specific to you.

He specializes in criminal cases. He knows that people who feel threatened or have experienced dangerous situations can react in many different ways... but to be this carefree is not something he's seen before.

You don't lash out, but you don't withdraw. You don't scream or cry, but you aren't bottling your pain either. You're an anomaly.

"Mr. Wing, it's a dark world out there." He knows that. "If I'm too serious, I'll crumble." He's never heard you speak in such a flat, detached tone. "So I stay silly!"

He isn't going to pry into why you feel you have to laugh all the pain away, because he trusts you to tell him if/when you're ready.

He knows what it's like to mask his true feelings.

Instead he offers you his shoulder. "If you ever need to turn away from the shadows... I'll shield you if you need a moment to be vulnerable, before putting that smile back on your face."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

Your smile and laugh make him warm inside. He likes that you can stay cheerful even when faced with stress or with gloomy situations.

He soon realizes that you're a bit too goofy, a bit too relaxed, a bit too much of a jokester. He's not mad about it, but he wants to figure out why you're this way.

At first he doesn't want to tell you he's investigating your behaviors. He's in detective mode and NSB agent mode at the same time; he won't ask for help nor reveal his intentions when he asks to spend more time with you.

He cares, but his pride can get in the way.

Finally he pieces together the puzzle, with clues and hints he obtained partially from you and partially from totally legitimate public sources, no hacking involved. (/s)

"You could've just asked me!" You laugh and wave him off. "It's no big deal!"

Luke gets stern with you. "You were subjected to immense psychological and physical abuse."

You just smile. "And you haven't been?" His scowl gets deeper. "Tell you what! Promise to look after me, so you don't have to worry about me getting trapped or endangered ever again! And then I'll be able to smile freely all the time!"

He reluctantly agrees.

Don't ask if the plush dog he gives you the next time you meet has a camera in it.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

Your cheerful and carefree nature is what draws Marius to you in the first place.

He's constantly under stress. Whether it's school, tutoring, Z, or Pax, he always has some project pending and is subject to intense scrutiny.

You're a breath of fresh air from stuffy old men. You smile, you laugh, you play. He wants some of that l joy back in his life.

Unfortunately, trauma knows trauma. The more time he spends with you, the more he picks up on eccentricities that... don't quite line up with "innocence" the way he imagines it.

He understands the value of secrets and how they can protect others. He's had to keep secrets to protect his family, the company, reputations, wealth, you name it.

But he also wants to work on being more honest with himself, and that means being more honest with his closest friends. He doesn't have many friends, so he wants you to be able able confide in him the same way he can confide in you.

Of course, while he's a bold and bright businessman, he's a timid and inexperienced friend.

He'll try to tease and pout his way into your heart and mind. "Aww, are you laughing at me again, miss/mx/mister?" Tugging at your sleeves and your heartstrings. "Trying to trick me with a fake smile? Miss/mx/mister doesn't trust me..."

Turns out he has to be direct and blunt. You two end up having a heart to heart about your respective fears and struggles, the horrors you've faced, the sorrowful smiles and the humorous tears.

He comes up with an idea. "Here's a key to my studio. Want to turn pain and fear into something bright? Show me what you can paint."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

In case it wasn't readily apparent, Vyn picks up on your act instantly.

He's a psychiatrist. He doesn't know why you act this way, but he can figure out it's unnatural.

(Not to mention he enjoys card tricks. He's also good at perceiving sleight of hand and other "magic" that involves showing someone what you want them to see, instead of showing them the truth and mechanisms behind the magic.)

Instead of playing games or trying to snoop his way into your secrets, he just observes you.

He's skilled at sitting back and watching, waiting, picking up pieces and fitting them together.

You catch him by surprise, however, when you call him out on his behavior.

"Vyn, am I your patient or your friend?" You pout at him and fold your arms over your chest in a highly exaggerated manner, one that is almost comical in nature. You shift back into chuckles and spin around as you wait for his answer.

Your one moment of frustration could easily be brushed off as a joke, but Vyn hears there is actual hurt in your words.

"You are... quite the anomaly," he replies at last. "You wear both the masks of comedy and tragedy. I couldn't help but wonder which was your real face." He leans closer and whispers, "I want to see my friend's true face, beneath all the masks and pretenses. Is that so wrong, dear?"