#we have a common mother tongue that's why lol

[avaetin]

Funny WA conversations that happened this afternoon re: presentation:

Me: Was my volume for the presentation okay?

A: Girl, your English. You sound like one of those airport announcements. Correct pronunciation and intonation patterns.

Me: What did you expect me to sound like? 😆

A: Definitely not what you presented!

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Me: Hey C. What did I hear just now about M (one of my guy teammates)? Something about how he was supposed to read.

C: Yeah, he said he was gonna read, but he felt pressured not to because none of us did hahahaha

Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

C: Also, he was saying you lied.

Me: What exactly??

C: About not doing well. The fact that you went first put pressure on all of us.

Me: Who was it again who volunteered me to cover these items? 🤨🤔

C: Fair

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E: How was yall presentation? (Teammate couldn't come cos he has an obligation)

Me: The best out of all groups.

3 other teammates: (reacts 😂)

C: I like the confidence 💯

M: Agree!

Me: Confidence is key 💅

[crescenthistory]

hey my love 💓💓 i just wanted to say that i am so infautuated with the way you write and the way you think, i can't seem to get enough. your characterizations hit for me 🤧 i don't know if this request is going to make any sense, but i was wondering if you could share some general headcanons you have for the slytherin gang? like, i want to see more of how your mind works and how you view them. it can be things about them you already actively include in your fics or things you think about but maybe haven't gotten to explore yet? idk, go crazy, we will eat it up regardless 💘

this. this is exactly the kind of ask writers want to get – you've basically just asked me to yap away about my favourite characters, don't mind if i do love<33 and i appreciate your sweet words so much, know that i deeply appreciate and love you mwah

characters: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora

cw: discussion of abuse (crouch sr., walburga black, students), foster care system, taxidermy/animal death, violence, mental illness, fire, mentions of canon-compliance (though not based around it)

the holy bible of crescenthistory canon for the slytherin skittles !

barty

this is something i haven't touched upon in any of my writings, but am eager to bring to fruition -> i view barty as eastern european

you give me a dark-haired, thick-browed, chaotic, loud, incredibly welcoming and loyal to those he loves, avid drinker and smoker, i will tell you he is eastern-european

i am not necessarily particular about which eastern-european country, but personally i am partial to romanian

this is partly because it's the nationality that fits best with the rest of my hcs (as it's a romantic language in eastern-europe, surrounded by slavic nations), because i think the stereotypes work well for barty's characterisation while also not putting him too much in a box (unlike for example russian) and i can just see it

romanian pet-names i think he'd use: Dragă (dear), Inimă (heart), Buburuză (ladybug), Frumoasă (beautiful), Soare (sun), Pisicuță (kitten), mami (lol)

i will also accept polish (known in europe for being high-energy and off the rockers), moldavian (alcohol is part of their blood) and bosnian (good-hearted, explosive temper)

specifically, i think his mother was eastern-european and his father was english; his mother tongue was romanian but they primarily lived in england because of his father, thus he went to hogwarts instead of durmstrang

because he is so fond of his mother, i believe barty feels a rather strong connection to his eastern-european culture and it's definitely something he brings up/jokes about a lot

this all ties into another important hc i have for barty, which is that he is The Polyglot TM -> and provides the reasoning for why (apart from the fact that he is freakishly intelligent)

growing up, his father was neglectful and rarely spoke to barty unless it was to scold him. romanian became barty's native language because he was only ever truly raised by his mother.

thus, i think he struggled with english quite a bit in the start, because he was not exposed to it to the same degree

when crouch senior used barty's lack of fluency in english against him, taunting him, barty experienced his first act of rebellion/spite by ensuring he became so fucking good at english

it was not enough for him to become fluent, he needed to be a master of it, even learning many different accents (which he often pull out for a joke or a party trick btw. suddenly he's just speaking with a heavy derry accent)

both to a) show off and 2) prove his father wrong

as he grew a bit older (all still pre-hogwarts), the thought of being so connected to his father's language kind of soured for him, and to counter act that, he decided to pick up as many eastern-european languages as he possibly could

barty is nothing if not petty, fuelled by spite for his father

thus, he learned russian (very common language in eastern-europe), moldovan (neighbouring country to romania), hungarian (neighbour) and serbian (neighbour)

most of the slavic languages are fairly similar, so once you learn one, it is "easier" to learn the others, especially at a young age

by the time barty started hogwarts, i think he was fluent in 6 languages already, toying with a few others

when he befriended regulus in his first year and found out he was french, his reaction was immediately "oh guess i've gotta learn french now too!"

both to know what regulus was saying and so that the two of them could talk shit together

as a romance language, it was fairly easy for barty as a romanian to adapt to it, which is also how he throughout his time at hogwarts also learned spanish and italian. maybe latin?

barty is intelligent, out-of-pocket, spiteful and loyal; thus he is the epitome of an eastern-european polyglot

i think it's also canon that barty received 12 owls? that is a piece of canon i am 100% compliant with. he is just wired like that, he is the type who does not need to study for it and loves to flaunt that in others' faces

lastly, while i often depict barty as aloof and careless, i view this as the persona/facade he is putting on for protection. i genuinely believe barty is so terribly vulnerable and has some grade A meltdowns during his time at hogwarts

i don't want to say outright that i hc him as someone with borderline, but i will say that my partner has borderline and kins him for that exact reason so. do with that what you will

the only people who truly get to see this is the skittles, you, his mother and james potter on one unfortunate evening (which led to him understanding and respecting barty like never before)

evan

first and most obvious: twins with pandora

he was born 12 minutes after her, though i don't view them as the type to argue about "oldest"

visually, i have always imagined them to be almost identical (sometimes one of them are hc-ed as trans and they are identical twins, but i think regardless that they have the same face, height and size)

absolutely angelic, ethereal creatures -> all sharp angles (in their faces, sharp teeth, almost fox-like) and large contrasts (dark skin, blonde dreadlocks & very white teeth, big noses and thin eyebrows)

the twins have hetereochromia -> one green eye and one brown and yellow (again with the contrasts)

evan is also a very contrasting figure between his looks and personality; i see him as an incredibly beautiful, almost feminine person who has a primal, stoic personality

the type of face that makes others' jaws go slack while his tightens painfully at their reactions

i have seen others hc that evan is called a "doll" by everyone because of his looks and i think that does something to him mentally over time

it sent him to a quiet, dark place before he found true comfort and belonging with the skittles -> by seventh year, i think they had made it into an inside joke

stoic in the sense that he does not speak before he has thought over his words extensively and his face is in a constant deadpan, not letting anything slip

incredibly observant, finds comfort and joy in watching others. it can be studying human behaviour and social cues, or watching others squirm under his watchful eye, relishing in their discomfort

i believe he was selectively mute for a period of his life and pandora spoke for him (twin telepathy is real with these two)

with the skittles, he was treated as a person of interest for the first time in his life, with particularly dorcas and barty prodding to find out who he is and what he thinks

this is how he grew comfortable with them; he tested the waters and when they liked him even more for all his weird, he let go with them

humour wise, i believe him to be the type that snickers and barks laughters when he is with his select circle

crude, direct, unapologetic, clinical, curiosity-driven, loyal, animalistic

he is not the type to snap, but rather to sit back with his emotions and let them simmer until he channels them into something dark

however, if one of His People TM snaps, he is loyal to a dangerous degree and will be right there with them, going for blood

(which is how he and barty always ends up in fist fights)

barty gave him his first piercings in third year (perhaps to offset the whole "doll" thing at the time) and ever since, evan has been getting more and more

if his body is an angelic vessel, he wants to decorate it as he fucking pleases

oh and i think he curses like a sailor. again with the contrasts between looks and personality

anything unorthodox or "unacceptable" catches his attention -> his mind almost gets hung up on certain concepts or thoughts like a scratched plate

it can vary vastly from things considered "immoral" to things people just look down upon -> e.g. taxidermy vs skating

fascination with creatures (human or animal or fantastical), their bodies (blood, bone, veins, etc.) and behaviour (social interactions, hierarchies, relationships, etc.)

the point is that evan himself has lived as an oddity his whole life, so he pursues oddities in all forms. a sense of belonging and understanding.

preferably does it all with pandora

in a muggle au, evan would either be a tattoo artist specialising in occultist imagery or a biologist within a super niche field of a species he became obsessed with -> same same but different

regulus

i apply the generally accepted headcanon that the black family has french roots and thus french was his mother tongue; he slips into it when deeply emotive (in either end of the spectrum) and he borrows his favourite words that he feels does not have a sufficient equivalent in english

for instance, he calls his love amour instead of just "love" because he feels like the word holds more meaning in his native language

personally, i don't necessarily view regulus as a polyglot -> i think he could learn spanish and italian if he felt like it, but he would rather pursue poetry and music

(though i do believe he has taught himself latin to be That Bitch)

i recently touched upon this, but i believe that regulus is the most exquisite violinist

all sacred 28 children are raised almost as royals with all the "traditional" upper class teachings of learning classical instruments, reciting sonnets, horseback riding (though perhaps a magical creature instead? thestrals?)

both regulus and sirius were taught the piano to begin with, but regulus excelled much quicker than sirius, and mastered the piano incredibly early on

(the boys were heavily pitted against each other and made to compete, and due to their age difference, this was one of the few areas regulus outdid him. i believe regulus always did better than sirius had at his age, he felt as if he was behind because sirius was better than him in the moment. so he absolutely cherished it, and thus made musical instruments a large part of his personality for the first half of his childhood.)

to continue im(proving) himself, regulus decided to try out the violin, and i believe this is the instrument he truly fell for

the violin is a more physically engaging instrument than piano (at least for regulus, pianists don't kill me) -> he has to move his whole body to make the sounds he chases after, he can hold his fingers down on the sharp strings until they bleed, he can clutch the violin in between his chin and shoulder until it bruises

it becomes a much-needed physical outlet for him as well as an artistic one

if we want to get very sad, i picture sirius unable to listen to any music with violins in them in the parts of his life he spends without regulus (for whatever reason)

generally, i view regulus as someone who appreciates the arts as an escape

i believe he also reads and writes poetry -> originally he mostly consumed and replicated the sonnets he had forced down his throat (shakespeare was probably a wizard, right?) but as he grew older and continued, he developed his own style

i think he primarily discusses different manifestations of pain and generational trauma in his works; these are the pieces he is proud of and considers publishing under a pseudonym

but when regulus falls in love, he falls hard and i think it would be impossible for him not to write sappy love poems; these are the pieces he stows away and vows to never share with the world, until he is old and married and healed and finds them once more and walks into the living room to show his partner as they laugh and cry together

i think his most emotive pieces are written in french, his most secretive ones are written in latin and the ones about healing and developing are written in english

i don't feel like i need to dive deep into it, but i obviously believe regulus is a cat animagus

(i think he either did it young simply because he could, or he found out that sirius was an animagus and refused to be upstaged once more, so he did it over the summer after he discovered it)

(because regulus black is what? petty as fuck)

(it's part of what bonded him and barty early on)

i also want to touch upon the fact that i often (though not always, and rarely explicitly) view regulus as transmasc

i might delve more into it one day, but for now i'll just say i think he would use he/they pronouns if given the opportunity

LAST thing i promise: crop tops. slutty waist. thank you!

dorcas

without a doubt, i view dorcas as the strongest of the group, maybe even the strongest of all marauders era characters.

this is referring primarily to her magic but also her will power.

her spells have an explosive force to the point where she prefers not to cast healing spells or casual spells, because her magic is too "rough" for it to be suitable. she's a strategist in that sense, often delegating such spells to others. she works on more permanent/solid spells, e.g. putting up wards, hexing objects, any and all battle spells, potions.

she is a proper scholar and a good student who gets top marks, but that is not where her talent or aspirations stem from. she knows her power and she wants to use it effectively and pragmatically.

that goes for her willpower as well. say it with me: dorcas "debate team champion" meadowes. she is blunt and direct and unapologetic about it. she believes there is such a thing as a "correct" opinion and she will tell you as much in a so devastating manner you cannot formulate a response.

(canon-compliant: this is why she was killed by voldemort himself. she went straight from the mckinnons' home to where she knew she would find as many death eaters as possible, and then she just unleashed everything she had. knowing it would kill her, a form of suicide mission. she could not live without marlene, could not take the grief, but she wanted her death to be worthwhile; thus, she let go and single-handedly caused the largest amount of casualties for the death eaters had had in one battle. it was voldemort himself because no one else could.)

most of this stems from a pathological need to prove herself.

unlike the other four skittles who all grew up in abusive homes (although in varying forms), i believe dorcas grew up in the foster care system. which in the uk 70s was not a pleasant experience.

i don't think she experienced many caretakers who were angry/violent, but i don't think they were involved or engaged with her at all. they were just there, she was just there, and that was that.

from her fellow children in the system, she learned both what love and hatred was. the first girl she kissed was a roommate at one of the houses she spent some weeks at. but in the orphanage she spent most time at, she was caught in a severely psychologically harmful environment among the children. there was bullying, there were fights, there was instability.

dorcas was a blurred face in a massive crowd, moving at full speed. she needed to stand out, she yearned to be someone.

so; she began proving herself and she never stopped. academically, socially, capability-wise. which is how she harnessed such massive power. she had to establish a strong sense of self and make it seem to others like she stood with her head held high at all times, even when she was feeling fragile or scared.

i don't think she had a temper like barty's though, nor was she so wrung-tight like regulus. she was not one to snap or shake. she fake-it-till-you-make-it-ed her self assuredness and honestly believes it herself until she is alone.

when she crumbles it is through exhaustion and maybe a few tears that lead to silent sobs. if you don't know to look for it, you would never be able to notice it when she's in bed.

"i'll keep everything bottled up right here thank you" and does so successfully until she is held gently and then she melts

from northern england in my mind. favourite curse word is "bloody" and she overuses it.

because she is confrontational and not afraid to ask the tough question, she is the ideal person to come to when you need to get some real advice. in that sense, she serves the same purpose in the skittles as lily does with the gryffindors. i think the two would bond a lot.

dorcas is really proud of her name. i think she feels a real connection with it and identifies with it – it's beautiful. despite this, she likes the nickname "cas" because it signals a closeness she has yearned for her whole life. as i already have written about a lot, she can and will kill you if you call her "dorc" (the skittles still do ("but it's with a c!").

i would not go as far as to call her a pyromaniac, but she has a fascination for flames. i think she identifies with them a lot, too. she would have many candles lit around her at all time, and plays with the wick and the wax when she's bored.

she likes to read kind of niche, disturbing literature. she likes tropes like "cannibalism as a metaphor for love", "transforming into a bug", "a relationship between a voodoo doll and its maker"

i always believed dorcas' features and voice to be rather soft. i think her voice especially was naturally quite airy and light, which she tried to fight against for years to make it louder and match the power she knows she harnesses and wants to exude. as she heals, she knows she does not need to. she can still command a room with her soft voice and can still lead an army with a soft face.

i feel like maybe one of the most disputed aspects of dorcas is her style? and i'll tell you right now, in my mind dorcas has a light academia meets princess mermaid style. and it is significant. she dresses like she is the president of the debate team and would be the best person to bring on a beach date at the same time. with potentially some witchy/whimsygoth undertones.

in a muggle au i picture dorcas as either being in the un or a professional volleyball player. i don't think i will elaborate.

pandora

nicknames "dora"

everything said for evan regarding looks of course also applies for pandora as his twin -> ethereal, angelic, "doll-like" looks, heavy contrasts in colours and features (including heterochromia and blonde dreads)

i occasionally view pandora as transfem (making her and evan identical twins) and i think their features are quite androgynous, though femme-leaning

when i view her as trans, i think it was evan who picked her name out with a reference to pandora's box

in general, "pandora's box" is a running joke within the friend group. there are no ends to how the term is used; it can refer to her mind, her room, her partner, her bag, etc.

she has had the same wide cloth shoulder bag throughout all her time at hogwarts, that she always patches up by hand using natural elements, and she has hexed it so many times (to have more storage, to not let anyone with ill intentions in, etc.) that it radiates this magical energy you can feel when your hand hovers above it.

pandora's oddities are just as severe as evan's, but partly because she's a girl they're more often brushed off as "whimsical" -> i argue this is a mistake on their part

she is not the flora to evans' fauna; they are both fauna, they are both primal and wild

the reason evan is more violent than pandora is largely because he does it out of loyalty to barty and because he has been shunned in a more aggressive manner due to gender roles. pandora instead can be mentally and magically violent, creating new jinxes that crush someone's psyche in ways previously unheard of, should need be.

she is also primal in the sense that she is a very tactile person -> she touches to understand and learn. she can randomly grab someone's chin mid-conversation or rub at their eyebrows. her friends are not fussed over this whatsoever anymore, carrying on their sentence without any disruption. others, not quite as much.

pandora collects bones and uses them with everything from her magic to jewelry or decor. she has a habit of giving the prettiest bone of whatever creature she is pilfering from to whoever she is happiest with at the moment, kind of like a crow.

she has a deep respect for all fauna and their way of life; she often finds it to be more logical than humans'

pandora thinks on a plane above most other people.

i believe her to be a seer, though not always in the traditional sense. she doesn't necessarily know everything that is going to happen (some of it, sure), but she sees thoughts and feelings that are about to form in the air around her. she sees auras and sounds too.

in fifth year, her and barty make a business out of her giving relationship advice based on the fact that she is a seer. unfortunately, she actually said it as it was, leading to some unhappy customers, leading to barty beating them up. not good for business (but hilarious stories at parties)

she enjoys crystals, tarots, sage and other things we usually associate with spirituality. she enjoys them both for the concept of occultism or otherness, and as actual tools for her more unorthodox approaches to magic. many of her friends don't quite believe it, but it always works when she uses it all on them, so they don't say anything. i think dorcas quite enjoys learning tarot from pandora, while barty makes up fake stories for the cards.

her seer-abilities leads to a lot of miscommunication and is in large part why she talks the way she does. on her own plane, she often misses certain social cues or sarcasms, while others aren't privy to what she bases her worldview on, because they cannot see it.

i have always thought her voice and way of speaking to be very similar to luna's (that's where she got it from). it's airy and light, like she is addressing more than just the people present in the room.

in my fics, i usually make her quidditch commentator for that reason -> people find it entertaining (some in good nature, some in taunting) and her insights in players' mindsets and actions is beneficial

incredibly kind and patient with her friends

i think she has a fascination with mirrors -> both the concept of reflecting back, the idea of distorted mirrors, using mirrors in her magic, etc. her house is full of them.

i often view her as on the aroace spectrum ("i have greater concerns"), but if she is not i think she either:

a) views relationships and situationships in an almost clinical sense; experimenting with quite a bit of detachment, maybe even taking notes of it, yet somehow in an innocent-ish way

b) mates for life. finds one person and goes oh yes this one'll do and stays with them forever. (which i suppose is what she did with lovegood?)

in muggle aus, i think she would work at a funeral home and be that soft, celestial presence that sticks with a grieving 8 year old for the rest of their lives like a loving ghost reminding you that death is natural and grief is loved persevering

on that note, given the option i fully believe she would have become a ghost. the only reason she isn't in canon is because she missed evan and regulus.

the whole gang

everyone has made out with each other at some point -> have you heard of the term queer platonic? yeah that's them

overprotective in every form of the word. supporting each other in their maniacalisms. a cohesive group to the core.

pandora and regulus are best friends who can talk about the real shit and understand each other on an almost cosmic level

regulus and barty are best friends who are back to back in any situation, ready to be with each other through the worst -> the type who have been close for almost too long and bicker like an old married couple because of it

barty and dorcas are best friends who "will do it if you do it" and end up in the most nidicolous situations together just for the laughs

if barty goes through a breakup, it's dorcas he calls. if regulus goes through a breakup, it's pandora he calls. if evan goes through a breakup, the group splits in half where regulus and pandora stay with him while dorcas and barty goes to kill the breakup-er

regulus is the mum friend of the group, the kind of exasperated mum who sprays her kids with a spray bottle and put them on leashes. when regulus is out of commission, big sister dorcas picks up the mantle in the most chaotic manner you have ever seen (swap the spray bottles for bug smackers and the tired sighs with screeching). pandora is constantly the aloof auntie. evan and barty are babies with no regard for safety (their own or others').

their interests loop together into funny weird little systems

for example: barty finds the dead animal (maybe kills it if we're being honest), evan experiments on its carcass and dissects it, pandora retrieves its bones afterwards and makes jewelry with it

another example: pandora likes creating paint from natural elements, evan likes using it for his skateboard, dorcas likes using it for her paintings and clothes, and barty likes huffing it

on graduation day, pandora handed them all little dolls of each of them that she made herself -> in reference to the "rosier dolls", showing that they were all dolls because they were all family. they looked like a combination of voodoo dolls and babushka dolls, painted, sown and bedazzled with button eyes. they treasured them.

when i write fics where the skittles never got involved with the death eaters at all (which is most of the time), i usually hc dorcas as half-blood and the discrimination she faced is a large part of the reason why they were turned away.

they will vocal stim at the same time together, particularly barty and pandora. it drives regulus mad, while dorcas and evan don't even notice it.

when barty got in fights, evan backed him up and eventually threw him over his shoulder when it was time to stop. if they were fighting someone who deserved it, regulus and dorcas would stand on either side and throw healing spells on the perpetrator/victim, so that the punishment could be prolonged without actually killing someone.

pandora is the only one with veto rights in the group. whether it is to stop an argument, decide who is right, decide what to do or any such thing, it is only her word that is final. it's not always it comes to that, but when pandora's soft voice says "stop" or "yes", that is the end all be all.

many of them were each other's first real hug.

i love them, your honour

[21loveatfirstsight]

Dissecting Billy and Agatha's conversation

-Power doesn’t interest me.

-Keep telling yourself that.

She knows that dance. She has danced that dance before. Agatha has a unique power that can make her very powerful, so she seeked knowledge in order to control/hone it. But as she gets more power, she gets more knowledge. That’s how she walked the road and came out, that’s how she got the Darkhold. I don’t think she necessarily is just power-hungry, she is also knowledge-hungry. So she knows what path Billy tries to walk.

Or it could be more plain: witches who want to walk the road are all power-hungry, ready to embrace their darkness.

-I had a feeling when we first met. 

I already talked about that “feeling”. But more on this, I think one of many reasons Agatha hopes he is Nicholas is because he appears almost the same time as Rio, so this could be Rio playing some sick trick with her son's soul (given how they behave with each other, I won’t look pass that lol). After Rio told her and Billy’s angry talks, Agatha finally tried to confirm the other possibility by provoking Billy.

-Even with the sigil in the way, you and your mother have the same tell.

The “tell” being (for lack of a better word I will go with) the heroic righteousness: Wanda tried to save it all in WandaVision: release the town people and save her family (that she created); Billy tries to walk the road but wants his moral intact.

-Which is?

-Very inconvenient for you.

She tries to warn Billy here, that if he walks the witches road, he needs to abandon that heroic righteousness or he will fall like his mother did.

Her whole vibe right now is just taunting him, “poking that bear”. But there is still some care leaking through the crack (i love it). She doesn’t admit it, but I think she hates to see witches walk the same path as her and fail because of the common moral holding them back.

-It’s nice to see you again, Billy.

She tries to connect here. She knows with the sigil, no one has ever said his name, at least those of his kind.

Now the next part is amazing acting by Kathryn Hahn: 

1. Billy said his name, Billy, and Agatha’s eyes got teary. I think those are for Agatha. She cries for herself, for a little surprise at how she can still get so naive after all those years, how she let herself open in front of people for stupid reasons.

2. Billy said William, and Agatha realize his problem, which needs to be resolved if they want to come out of here alive. That’s why she starts to talk about Jen and Lilia in that fancy act of hers, and you can see how awkward she is, she doesn’t know how to comfort someone about people’s death.

-I’m not like you.

-Where have I heard that before?

The eyes, the smile, the look back at Billy, chef kisses, you go Kathryn Hahn she throws it right back at Billy’s face, yeah at least people like me stay alive, lol.

-Where did you come by this fresh body you’re wearing?

She tested him with that question. By this question, she knows he feels guilty having that body. That’s why the talk after, the talk she dreamt for someone told her many years ago.

Next is Billy retaliates, telling her he doesn’t need him. And Agatha is surprised, because what does he mean he doesn’t need her? He has power but no knowledge, she has knowledge but no power. The laugh after seeing (and confirmed) that Billy can use his power without getting all emotional, he is truly like his mother.

And the “deduction” part is just pure evil of Agatha. Also the tongue clicking sounds so much like a witch’s evil laugh, I love it. But she shows Billy his goal/plan isn’t that well-covered, it only takes her a minute to unveil it, plus how the past trials have had all the witches, can he even survive passing one alone.

-Gosh, you really are a Maximoff. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.

Everyone love this line, lol. I think it pissed Agatha off because Maximoff witches are power af but clueless like a 3 year olds.

Now the next part is truly amazing describing Agatha’s nasty character (which I adore). As Billy said that they would walk together, but he doesn’t trust her and will not do so, Agatha doesn’t say anything to mock him back right there, she just inhales softly, doing some silly thing with her hair. She is laughing at him, silently. Because she knows from here on, he will actively hate her, and she can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes he has to trust her, because that is what the road required the witches to do. She is in for a treat.

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I'm pretty sure most people who use puriteens are using it in a serious but tongue in cheek capacity, what's wrong with that? Also WHY is brat in there? Was that intentional, or are you just really really young, and/or have no interaction with people over uh, 20? Because everyone I know outside of fandom knows what the word brat is, it's a common word. It might be regional, but it's FAR from something that originated online.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

A few additional anon responses: (Previously posted on their own, but I realized we had a lot of them so I decided to edit them all into one response to save space.)

Anon:

This smells like tone policing

Anon:

Brat is literally "a child, typically a badly behaved one". I don't know what you expect! Do you expect people to spell that entire definition out to refer to children who behave badly, instead of just using a word as it's meant to be used? You do know language is a shorthand to express complex ideas, right?

Anon:

Lol. No. I didn't listen to my great grandmother use the word "brat" to describe spoiled children (seriously, have you not ever heard the phrase "spoiled brat"?), AND my mother use the word, AND myself use the word as someone in their 30s, just for someone who doesn't even know the first two things about the word to claim that using it means someone is chronically online or "immature". Usually it's quite the opposite. So much unearned confidence in this ask, when you're just patently wrong.

Anon:

You can pry "brat" from my cold, dead, hands, you uncultured swine.

Anon:

“Brat” has been used for hundreds of years as one reply pointed out. Second and longest point of all, people who are calling minors “brats,” “puriteens,” and “snot goblins,” are referring to minors invading spaces not meant for them. Friendly reminder that there was a case of a minor who was 14 on a Discord server with other minors and the moderator was an adult. You know where this is going. The adult was grooming all of those minors, showing NSFW artwork of Cookie Run characters to the minors saying that the artists and people who like certain artwork and ships are “pedophiles” and that the adult running the Discord server is “one of the good adults.” That minor was bullying a classmate over Cookie Run ships, which is how the mother found out what was going on. Not only that. The minor had a Twitter and interacted with NSFW artwork. There have also been scenarios on Twitter where minors butt into conversations about sexual content. A minor was interacting with the Azur Lane Twitter account, which is a lewd gacha game filled with anime tiddies that can be comedically large. That minor claimed that one of the (at the time) latest cards of one of the game’s characters was “fetishizing their culture.” It’s a game about battleships and aircrafts as anime waifus. There are minors that invade adult spaces and then throw a fit that they’re getting kicked out. Some obnoxious minors will fling the word “pedophile” around at any adult that tells them to get lost. I saw a 15 year old go, “I bet your pedo ass got off to that.” “That” being the adult telling the minor to stop having conversations about sexual content out in the open on social media like Twitter and to stay out of adult spaces. There are also minors who unironically regurgitate the same puritan sentiments extremist “Christians,” 90’s soccer moms, and old white guys that tried to blame GTA for gun related crimes. That is where the “puriteen” (as corny as the term sounds and looks) comes from. It’s the same puritan mentality, but being performed by younger people. To end this off on a hot take, minors should not be on social media. Because there are creeps that lurk on social media and adults who groom children into an anti mentality and antis are the equivalent of a cult. I felt chills seeing minors on TikTok saying, “I’m scared that I will become a predator for still having a crush on a character who will still be underage by the time I become an adult.” Some of the comments under that TikTok video were also thinking about seeking therapy related to that statement. If you still think people who get mad at minors who invade adult spaces are the problem even after I provide these real scenarios of minors getting involved in spaces they’re not supposed to, then idk what to tell you. Sorry that this ended up being hella long, it just annoys me to see someone invalidate adults in fandom that keeps minors out of adult spaces and labeled them as “the actual problem.”

Anon:

I think it might be you who needs to get off the internet for a while and maybe open a dictionary?

[romanreignseater]

Here’s some ideas maybe they will work for you female reader is married to Jimmy but she finds out on social media he’s cheating she ends up falling for Jey who has always been in love with her

I’m not too good with throwing ideas out lol

Is It Me or Him?! (Request)

Jimmy Uso & Jey Uso x Reader

Rating: 17+

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Cheating, and Slight Smut

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon 💕!!

GIF: @oddsofffavorite

“I miss the way ride my dick, the way you look me in my eyes when you do it too. I gotta have you again baby, I got to…”

Your eyes welled with tears as you listened to your husband, Jimmy, tell another woman he misses her.

The voice memo replayed in your head over and over and over again. The man who spoke such beautiful vows to you at your wedding.

Only a year ago as well…

Was cheating on you with another woman. He laid in the same bed as you every other night, the same man begging for a child, the same man who you’d wait for after every show to FaceTime.

The same man… you were never really in love with.

His other half, his twin, his flesh and blood is the man you’ve always loved.

At the time you became friends with the Usos, Jey was in a committed relationship with a baby on the way. And, Jimmy was there, at the right place… but wrong time.

Jey was always there for you. You guys had a lot more things in common and conversations were never repetitive with the two of you. Jey’s eyes always lingered upon you for too long, as well as his touch. Many would say that he had feelings for you, but you blocked them out for a while.

After some time, Jey and his girl split up. You’d always been tempted to end things with Jimmy and start anew with Jey. Yet, your respect for Jimmy would never allow you to do so… until now.

The more racy and nude messages you saw the angrier you became. The words realization flew past your eyes. When you knew…

It was Jey.

Jey was always interested in everything you had to say and do. After his relationship ended, he became even closer to you. It all made sense it was Jey… it had to be Jey.

Immediately you spoke to the person you could always vent to.

The devastating news angered Jey, so much that he punched a hole in his bathroom wall. “WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE DO THAT TO YOU MAN?!” His words blasted through you as you could tell he was seething. “Imma kill him… I got his location. Imma drive down to y’all house and MURDER HIM!”

“Jey please come to me…”

“What?!” You took a deep breath. “Jey, I’ve always loved you, I know I have. But, you were with someone else and you had a baby… I-I didn’t want to disrupt that. It’s always been you…”

Call Ended.

You throw your phone across the room, regretting the words you spoke to that man. You wallow in your sorrows and curl up in bed, crying yourself into another dimension.

45 minutes later…

You began to pack your bags with your flight booked back to your mother’s house, when the doorbell rang.

Checking your Ring app, you saw it was Jey standing at the front door.

Quickly, you rushed downstairs and opened the door. Jey stood there breathless, taking in your gorgeous features as he always did. He took your face into his hands and kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync, as if they were made for each other.

His large hands traveled down to your waist and backed you into the house. His lips sucked your bottom lip in between his, taking the sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick. Tongues clashing together in a fiery battle, wanting more of what he had to offer.

“Let’s show that boy who really is the older and wiser one.”

Jey’s hardness grind upon your heat, as he took your breasts and enveloped them into his hot, wet mouth.

Your nipples perked up, reveling in the feeling Jey was gifting you. Just as Jey moved to remove your pants, the door swings wide open.

It was Jimmy…

Standing at the doorway in complete shock before charging his younger brother a top of his wife.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! This what we do to family now?!” You cover your breasts and come off the bed. “You already know what it is. You ain’t shit bitch.” As Jimmy moved to strike his brother you stopped him.

He looked down at you with broken eyes. “why?!” Jimmy’s voice cracked. You grew angry and slapped him across the face.

“THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY?! You’re a cheating bastard, I saw those messages on your iPad from Instagram… you cheated on me.”

Jimmy’s eyes looked everywhere except for you. “Couldn’t find nothing better?!” Jey huffed out, not impressed by what his twin was saying. You chuckled lowly, “You know what?! I did find something better and guess what, you just lost the best thing that EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!! Go be with your new little girlfriend, cause by the looks, she ain’t got shit on me.”

“So is it me or him?!”

Jimmy watched as you took your the rest of your belongings out of the house and shoved them into Jey’s car. “I’m taking CoCo.” Your teacup pomeranian, her treats, food, clothes and accessories all loaded into car.

Jimmy looked defeated as you looked towards him, you excused yourself from the car and went up to him.

“One more thing… you can kiss this ass where the Sun don’t shine. Toodles!!”

And they you were, off to set and new journey with the man who always cared for you.

THE END!!

I like this… we’re getting the creative juices flowing!!

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HOW OBSESSED I AM

It's been 7 years ago, when my obsession started. I heard about the anime called ‘hunter x hunter’. This caught my interest and the way the story is delivered is hella good. Then, the first time I saw Illumi Zoldyck in the first arc, I didn't have any reaction because he looks like a dead person and a red flag. But then in the election arc. He appeared and he's hella fine~ 💜, he is now a dead sexy good-looking person and a hot flaming red flag.

Years passed, I've become more obsessed with this character knowing it will not give me any acknowledgement or recognition from this guy because he never existed but if he did, he'll probably kill me LOL because I'm useless AF to be a pawn. I know he exists in a different dimension or universe. Let me be delulu 🙄. I'll probably kms and hope that ill reincarnated to the hxh

WHY I LOVE HIM

Loving a fictional character that has a very questionable personality and morality. Is very common among people who have bad taste in men (like me). He might be fictional but I'm willing to die for him. I love him so much because of his appearance, personality and traits. I wonder why I am so drawn to him. Is it because he's very obsessive and possessive in nature that it gives me security that would probably won't leave me if he gets a chance to love me?(a normal yandere enjoyer)Or I just read many fictional stories about him that my brain always thinks about only him? (I'm brainwashing myself lol).

I am mediocre about everything but if I get obsessed about something, I will dig for its information till the end and the center of the earth. So I can just find a way just to seek what I want to know, even if it's something small or big, it doesn't matter as long it's him. Everything that I'm obsessed about, is essential for my obsession. I must know things that I don't know and I must find answers to these questions that linger in my head and heart.

I love the way his hair drapes down from his shoulder to his waist. It gives a mysterious and majestic effect that caught my interest in every single detail of his features. I'm willingly wrapped myself in his hair and suffocated myself even though it would hurt or might take my life away. His sharp features that make him intimidating is smooch 😘🤌 a masterpiece. he has this big eyes that are filled with emptiness that I'm willing to be swallowed by darkness and will not go up again to see the light, his nose is straight i want to sit on it and, lips that i can kiss till my lung oxygen runs out and die in his arms. His pale skin that illuminates in the darkness from the moonlight, it could light up my life. His aura is so cold and menacing that I want to hug him and never let him go. I like cold stuff because my body is always naturally warm, he can set me on fire to warm himself, I'll be happy to keep him warm. He puts all the spices and gives flavors to my tongue and I would savor the taste of his odd behavior.

I already did a lot of stuff to feed my obsession everyday; reading fanfiction, character analysis, and talking to bots that I made lol. I go far, like making myself hallucinate to see him, and doing reality shifting and I still haven't succeeded yet. I'm happy, everytime i get sleep paralysis and it means I can control my dream. I also lucid dream and encounter illumi a lot in it. Sometimes he appear in my dream 😏 very randomly… and one time we held hands and I got too excited, I woke up. or the way he kissed my neck but I woke up because my mother screamed my name. Or the way he tries to kill me but I'm fine because I'm able to see him. Hehe~💜

My friends call me obsessive and delusional, I'm actually not. I'm just.. Devoted to this relationship, to him. Also I'm manifesting the reality I want. I keep myself virgin for him, even my first kiss. I am willing to be his sacrificial lamb.

I'm willing to follow him all day and pick up all his hair strands on the ground and make a crochet out of it, then create some sweater or something cute that I can give him or something I can keep it myself. If he has dandruff, I'm willing to sprinkle it in my mouth and eat it like parmesan cheese and I can do it like a snack and dessert everyday.

I'm willing to consume everything that comes out in his body, everything he touches is holy and sacred for me. I will build an altar to worship him from head to toe, from his dead skin to his bone marrow. I am willing to fight the Gods and Goddesses or The Devil for illumi, just to see him.

If he existed in this world, I'll probably be his stalker, I'll end up being his slave or I'll be dead lol. But that's fine, as long as the last thing I would see is him. If I get reincarnated to an object, I don't mind being his soap, not in a perverted way but I would love to feel him against mine. Thinking that my only purpose is to serve him then I'll die slowly, melting down to the drainage till I'm nothing. If I don't turn to soap, I'll be okay to be anything, as long as I am his object. If I become a hair blower, I still don't mind. It'll be lovely to witness his hair flowing to the wind. I would not be mad if I became his tissue. But if I turn into a pet, I would be ecstatic.

He smells like every dark thought I ever had. Keeps me awake at night and keeps me thinking about him. I might not have any needles in my head but I act like one. I am drowning in the thought of him everyday that it becomes unhealthy and there's no day that there's no him in my mind. My head will subconsciously start thinking about him to the point of obsession that I can't start my day without staring at my phone with his face in it, scrolling through my gallery and reading fanfiction or anything that is related to him.

I am aware of his flaws but that makes him more attractive in my eyes. He's such an interesting person. I am hella fine with his current personality, to be honest, i would like to be abused by him. He can torture me all day and all night, just to see him and breathe the same air as him. If I really did breathe the same air as him, I would be willing to let him rip open my ribs and offer him my heart or organs. I would kill for him and I would let him kill me if he wanted to.

[asoiafdrabbles]

Is it so far from madness to wisdom? Chapter 12

Summary: Maegon's awkward family encounters.

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Notes: Reminder that this is very much show Daemon in this fic. And this fic is very clearly not for Daemon apologists lol

"Common" -Valyrian- *Old Tongue*

XxXxX

The playdate the next day was fine.

It was fine.

Yes, his sister gave the worst introduction she could have by referring to Maegon as “your father’s son” first and his little nieces treated Maegon like an intimidating stranger they didn’t necessarily want to get to know, but the twins were babes, there was time to introduce them to Maegon in better ways. And Laenor thought he and his sons did a good enough job of bridging the gaps.

Or, at least, filling the awkward silences.

He’d been so focused on knowing Maegon wouldn’t want to be near Daemon that he hadn’t considered what he must think of Laena and her daughters with Daemon. Seeing Daemon in a happy marriage and hearing about how he clearly doted on these children must be beyond painful.

“Are you going to go riding with Maegon?” Jace asked during one of the lulls where Laenor was desperately thinking of a new safe topic.

Maegon tensed as Laena tilted her head, surprised at the question. “Oh! That’s right, you ride the Cannibal, don’t you?” By the time she looked at Maegon, he looked far more relaxed and had the composed expression back on his face that Laenor had begun to hate.

No child should need to be so careful.

“Yes, and you ride Vhagar. If we could keep them both calm, it could be quite the race.”

Laena’s grin could have lit up the whole room under different circumstances, but were answered by less cheerful smiles by everyone else old enough to see Maegon’s discomfort. He was beginning to get annoyed that despite how clever his sister could often be, there were huge holes in her perception when it came to anything Daemon-related.

“When are you going riding next? I’ll join you!”

Between one moment and the next, Laenor could see Maegon resigning himself to something he didn’t want to do. Which broke Laenor’s heart, because he remembered once talking to Maegon about flying against Laena and how excited he’d been at the prospect.

He brought his hand up to play with one of the bronze beads he wore, running his finger over the rune carved into it. A wish for happiness, Maegon had said, all of the runes on the beads were for such things: there were multiple for protection, including at sea, wealth, a long life, and more. He’d taken the time to memorize them off of the notes that Maegon had included in their box, touched at the random, thoughtful gift.

One day, he wanted his sister to have at least this much of a relationship with Maegon, even if he might never see her as his mother.

“I know we’d all love to see that, and the girls as well,” he motioned to them, glad they were too young to understand what was going on in their family. “We could go now, I’ll watch the others while you two fly.”

Daemon was busy, it was why Laena was here without him, and he could see Maegon perking up a little more with the promise he wouldn’t be putting on some spectacle for his father.

They broke apart for the two to get their riding leathers on, Maegon meeting up with them on the way to the stables with Prince Aemond in tow. From Maegon’s stories, Aemond’s favorite subject was dragons, and Jacaerys all but hung off of his uncle as they spoke about what information they knew on both dragons and the other large dragons their family had.

***

Jon felt strangely empty as he prepared to ride with (against?) Laena. It was not a very good position to be in when he had to open up his bond with the Cannibal, he realized, because his dragon was more than happy to fill in all that space.

As he climbed up and settled into his saddle, Jon's thoughts were ones of carnage, of wondering what Vhagar might taste like, if her meat would be tough between the Cannibal's teeth, if her heart would still be tender.

They were in the air before he managed to wrestle control back over himself, thankful that he'd gone first and Laena hadn't gotten any hint at what might be going through him.

Though, for all he knew, Vhagar was fantasizing about killing the Cannibal and it was spilling over into her. He had eaten some of her eggs, even some of her young, over the decades. Dragons might not be pack animals, but they were prideful and possessive.

Once they were at a decent height, Laena looked over at him and gave a hand signal he'd learned from Laenor (and that the siblings had learned from Rhaenys) and Jon returned it. They both counted down from fourteen to themselves, as was tradition, and then they were set loose.

They'd decided on the course on their way out, with the others offering their opinions, and had adjusted it to make sure their audience would be able to see them at various points, instead of just at the beginning and end.

In the sky, it was easier to forget the stress he felt on the ground. Even the Cannibal was feeling happy at being able to truly push himself, as he couldn't against Seasmoke and Sunfyre. Smaller dragons might be faster over short distances, but sheer wingspan made up for slowness when the racing went for any real length of time.

Vhagar and the Cannibal were close enough in size that they were competitive, and while Vhagar had grown complacent as a domesticated dragon, the Cannibal was full of a constant need to be better, to be powerful.

They were neck and neck coming in towards the endpoint, the dragons roaring into the wind, Laena shouting with pleasure. Jon was pressed close to the Cannibal's back, eyes closed as he relied on the Cannibal's own senses to guide them. They could take sharper turns, greater risks, than most riders when he allowed them to be so close and he felt a surge of triumph as they banked hard--only the chains on him and his tight grip on the saddle keeping him on the dragon's back–and swooped to a landing at their end point, ahead of Vhagar and Laena.

Aemond and Jacaerys were cheering for him as he took a few moments to recover, extricating himself from the Cannibal's thoughts (ignoring how bereft they both felt after he'd done so, just as the Cannibal did). Laena and he dismounted around the same time, looking at each other across the expanse they'd carefully left between their dragons.

"That was something else," Laenor stated once they were closer, with smiles for all.

He managed to smile back.

***

Jon made a show of avoiding Daemon when he could. He did want to avoid him, of course, but in letting others know he was doing so, he gained more ground with the majority of the court who disliked or outright hated Daemon.

Daemon Targaryen was both the nightmare lurking under their beds and the enemy at the gates to Alicent and her children, he knew, and it had never surprised any of them how wary he was of his own father. And they did not even know half of what he’d done in that other history Jon had been born into, what he could do.

Their fear of Daemon also meant he was also not generally welcome near the Queen and his cousins, so Jon finding his way to their sides even more often than not seemed to have an ulterior motive they could comprehend.

No one suspected that, in truth, he wished to connect with them all in the hopes of influencing the future.

It had been easy to fall in with Aegon, who was less than a year younger than him. Helaena, as a girl, and Aemond, as a younger boy, had been less aligned with his perceived interests, though he’d always gone out of his way to be kind to them. Now, though, if Aegon was busy and Jon found an excuse to spend time with one of the others, no one thought it suspicious.

He understood that Rhaenyra was not much of an older sister to them, and he understood why that was (for as politically unsound a decision as it may be), but finding himself in a position of being more or less the big brother to the group was odd.

The dynamic they all had was so completely different than the Starks that he couldn’t even compare them. There was no exchanging Aegon for Robb or Helaena for Sansa or Arya in his mind. And while there were many times Aemond reminded him of Bran, he was already becoming a surlier sort, for all he was doted on by his mother much the same.

Maegon had been doted on by his mother, too. While the memories still felt secondhand, Jon had them, cleaved them close to his heart. And perhaps it was the added stories of his mother, or his personality, or his studiousness, that softened Alicent and the Greens towards him, but he never dared ask.

He was old enough to be expected to understand what the political situations were, but was not expected to grasp the subtlety of them, yet.

If anything, though, he thought some of the Greens were pleased with his presence because it went against Daemon’s desires. Cole seemed to enjoy training him alongside the other boys, praising his talents and skills (which, Jon knew, were well above his age level, and could never be attributed to his absent father’s training), but especially when Daemon was within hearing.

But the confrontation Jon expected that to create–between Cole and Daemon, perhaps leading to Cole’s early death and one loose end that Jon did not need to worry about (he knew he should not judge any of them for what they would one day do, in what felt like desperate times, but he could not help it, still)--did not come.

Instead, Daemon cornered Jon within his own rooms.

In another world, Maegon might have lived within Daemon’s household in the Keep, but as he was more likely to be in residence without Daemon than nought, he had his own. Viserys all but treated him as though he was somehow both his nephew and completely unconnected to his maligned brother, as did most of the court, and Jon encouraged that behavior.

Daemon, though, did not need to get past servants and guards who despised him when he’d spent so much time in the Red Keep and knew the passageways. He appeared in Jon’s bedroom as though he belonged there, instead of having skulked in while no one was around (he imagined him hiding from the servants whenever they walked through and held back a laugh at the great Daemon Targaryen scurrying under the bed or into the wardrobe).

“Father,” was all he said as he continued deeper into his room, planning to exchange his court attire for riding leathers and have some time to himself.

His thoughts strayed to the knives hidden around his room, to the sword at his side, but he was not fool enough to threaten Daemon. At twelve, his body still had far to go. Or at least he hoped it did.

-Your sisters and I have barely had the chance to see you.-

Jon flinched, then scowled, knowing that Daemon had to be hoping for such a reaction. -Are you here to invite me to some sort of family activity?- He turned his back, despite how it made him feel too vulnerable.

A shadow fell over him and he forced down another flinch as Daemon began to assist him. It was not something that should have been unfamiliar from a father to a son, but it was foreign enough that Jon didn’t even know how to react. He wasn’t even sure if Daemon had changed his clothing at all when he was a babe.

-You will dine with us in the evenings from now on.- It was a command, not a request.

He closed his eyes. Jon had lived through this before, being a bystander in a room as his father showered the children of his wife with attention. This was a more bitter feeling than even that, because he’d known Ned would have given Jon just as much if he had been able to.

There were ways around this, Jon would only have to attend for a few days before he managed to get out of it. -Then I will dine with you.-

Daemon made a curious sound and Jon almost asked after it, before he felt a thumb tracing along a scar on his back before moving on to another. -Who did this to you?-

-No one was to blame, that was from a training accident.- It had bled enough the Maester at Runestone had sewn it shut and Jon had been forbidden from moving his arm much on that side for many boring weeks.

The displeased noise Daemon made almost had Jon laughing, it was too absurd. -With Cole?- There was a dangerous tone to his words, then, and for a moment Jon considered lying.

-Back home. Ser Cole is more careful with my cousins and I than that.- The Queen did not allow them live steel, yet, whereas the men-at-arms back at Runestone had been convinced by Jon’s dedication.

Daemon’s touch tensed again, but whether it was because Jon called Runestone his home, the mention of Cole, or the reference to Aegon and Aemond, he was unsure. -I will see to your training here.-

-You mean Ser Harwin or one of the other Gold Cloaks will.-

-I will.- Jon turned, frowning, trying to catch some truth in Daemon’s eyes. -I must make sure you will be worthy of Dark Sister.-

He rolled his eyes, pushing away and beginning to drag on his leathers. -Dark Sister will go to Luke or one of Rhaenyra’s other children, as it should. I do not need the Targaryen Valyrian steel when I have my own.-

-You know as well as I that my brother’s family is more likely to tear each other apart than allow either side to gain the throne.-

Jon wondered if that was Daemon’s plan, now, to just wait and be the last one standing, but that seemed entirely unlike him. -Your wife would surely be unhappy at thoughts of usurping her nephews.-

There was an unsurprising scoff, though Daemon didn’t bother elaborating. -I will support Rhaenyra as needed,- he stated, beginning to walk around Jon’s room with feigned interest, as if he hadn’t surely inspected it long before then, -you will stay neutral.-

-Excuse me?-

Daemon was seemingly reading the titles of the books spread across his desk, replying as though distracted, but Jon was sure all of his attention was on him. -You have made nice enough with those Hightower spawn, when the inevitable war breaks out, you will stay neutral. You will keep yourself safe so that I have an heir when the dust settles.-

He had a dizzying feeling when he thought of the Dance, of how only Daemon’s children really survived and was shocked he’d speak such borderline treason to someone he barely knew. -So that you can use me for stability until you have a son you actually want?-

Now Daemon did look back at him, jerking as though the words were a surprise. -You are my first born, and a son, you would be my heir.-

-I am no pureblooded Valyrian, I was not raised by you. You were happy to murder my mother, despite the son she provided you.-

-You are my son, my son. It is my seed that made you, my blood in your veins. Your mother was no more than the egg you hatched from, one only has to look at you to know that.”

He knew that wasn’t true, had been able to pick out some Royce features in Maegon’s, but he also knew from his years as Jon Snow that people looked at the coloring of a person before anything else. And that some people saw only what they wanted to see.

“My mother raised me,” Jon began, first in Common, and then in the Old Tongue, which he knew Daemon had little knowledge of, *when you abandoned us to fight your useless war and rage against your brother for asking you to not be such a grasping fool. When you shamed us over and over with your actions, when–*

Daemon grabbed his chin, pushing it up and forcing his mouth shut. -And I regret that, out of all my many regrets that is my worst.- For a moment, Jon almost believed him. -Come travel Essos with your sisters, stepmother, and I, let us be the family we are meant to be.-

“I am a lord, I cannot take off across the Narrow Sea for gods know how long on your whims, Prince Daemon.”

-You have a regent, you will not rule in your own right for years.- Oh, and Jon could see the bitterness in him at that, and all the idle thoughts he’d had since then that he should have let Daemon have the role if only to keep him from Laena dissolved.

He tried to reply again in Common, but Daemon only forced his head back to an even more awkward angle, and he finally relented to using Valyrian once more. -I have responsibilities,- he forced out as Daemon’s hold relaxed, -flying between here and Runestone is one thing, flying between Runestone and Essos something altogether different.-

A short silence followed, Daemon studying his face, looking for what Jon didn’t know. He finally moved his hand, cupping the back of Jon’s head, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his brow. The tenderness made Jon’s skin crawl.

-Spend time with your family before you make any decisions, my son. We have missed too much time already-

***

“We missed you last night,” the Queen stated after the usual greetings were seen to.

Jon was surprised she bothered to mention it, he had thought she might even like having her meals free of him. Dinner the night before had been incredibly awkward, Jon seething at the very sight of Daemon, who pretended as though they were all some united group, Laena doing her best to fill in the awkwardness but having her hands full with the twins. He’d resigned himself to more evenings like that, ordering a light meal to be prepared before the next one so he wouldn’t be distracted by hunger from whatever games his father played.

“Prince Daemon made it clear he wished for me to dine with him and his family now, your grace.”

The muscles of her jaw twitched just enough to be discernible, the only sign that she must have been clenching her teeth, and her fingers twitched towards each other. “I would much prefer you spend that time with us.”

Her voice took on that imperious quality it did in court and he raised his eyebrows, relaxed his shoulders, and gave a quick bow. “As my Queen commands.”

She answered his relieved smile with a knowing one of her own and the matter was done. Even as his father, Daemon could not counteract the Queen’s commands, the only one who could was Viserys, who was delighted Maegon and Aegon had grown so close.

“Thank you, Aunt Alicent,” he said softly, unsure if he was overstepping.

The surprised pleasure he found in answer warmed him, knowing that, while he might still have to be her political opponent someday, perhaps he did find more family here than he expected.

[artistic-m3nace]

Introducing Finlay Heran, the Arv'hein of Talki, Tartarus - better known as my other favorite oc

Fin is, when counting all iterations of him, my oldest character out of the entire cast of the entire Broken Dimensions project. He came to life when I was 11 or 12 and I created a side character for a homeschool writing project (yes I was homeschooled for two years, don't ask me about it), and has pretty much been around ever since.

I adore him.

He is also a little shit. ( Read below the cut for why lol )

So some background on who Fin is as a character:

Arv'hein of Talki from 1906 E-10 onwards, inherited the title from his mother Syne when she abdicated the throne to him, cut her hair, and disappeared off the face of Tartarus to go run a freedom trail because running Talki was, at the time, incredibly stressful. She did not prepare Fin for this at all. Him learning to deal with that - and with her - is it's own continuous story within Coalition Collection, and he doesn't like her very much. (His dad, on the other hand, is Viridian Eagriss Heran, who is a sweetheart even if he's had to temper Syne's impulsive tendencies for over two thousand years. We love Viridian. he does also leave tho in order to chase down Syne.)

Botany nerd. Closeted botany nerd until the 1990s E-10, but a botany nerd nonetheless. He loves Tartarus's weird flora (and fauna, but it's easier to fight the plants). He loves it so much that it does, in fact, almost kill him several times and eventually gets him cursed. But y'know, that's just how it is.

Book nerd. I like to think he'd enjoy adventure novels, like Indian Jones in book form, or action/mysteries, if those are a thing (maybe they're a thing in his universe, idk). But he'd also read romance, erotica, and like, monster fucker erotica, which totally exists in abundance in Tartarus, a world of horrific beasts, megaflora, and magical demon people. And I think he'd be super secretive about it - like "hide the real cover with a book jacket from a botany book" secretive about it.

Starts out very "punch (stab) first, talk later," then slowly tempers that. A little. The reverts after getting cursed and goes a little crazy for a bit, but it wasn't his fault (that he got cursed. the stuff he did is pretty much his fault and he makes up for it)

MASSIVE flirt. Also bi, even though they don't use most terminology of that sort in the BrDim universe.

Bilingual - Talkian and Common Tongue, though he does know some conversational vocabulary in Mercishan, some words in Trivaalian, and most swears and endearments in Aetherian (eventually). (Does all that technically make him a polyglot?)

Is transmasc!! Uses he/him pronouns exclusively and can and has fought people for misgendering people on purpose. Not stealth, but also doesn't usually tell people. Like his close friends know - Hiro and the Chirrells knew him pre-transition, Alkaline Aviligne knew him during his transition, Ev finds out naturally - but it's not something he broadcasts. Though he does walk around and spar shirtless often enough that I'm sure everyone knows and it's like, fun background knowledge the entire North Tartarun Coalition uses to gauge the trustworthiness of outsiders lol

His chest scars are actually scarification not surgery scars. Transitioning in Tartarus (whether it's transfeminine, transmasculine, or tweaking until you reach your desired level of adrogeny) is as easy as a potion or potion regimen, accompanied by some medical magic (literally) to help the process along. (Other places in the BrDim universe have advanced technological ways to do this, should one so desire to medically transition. Tartarus is just partial to magic)

Adept fighter in multiple styles of combat, including several BrDim swordforms, whatever combined style of martial arts the Talkian military teaches, and others. Natural fire magic user, and should be a natural at Shadow magic because of his dad, but doesn't use it frequently enough until the 2040s E-10.

Can be an snarky and overly sarcastic and loves to poke fun at his friends, but isn't actually an asshole. He cares very deeply about his friends and those he trusts, so much so that the people who turned against his mother eventually grow to respect him once he settles in and takes over. He's fiercely protective of his people (those under his rule as well as those he identifies with and loves) and tries to do what's best for them by listening to his advisors when he can, and handing it back to them when they're full of shit (in the years right after his mom abdicates, they are often full of shit. He gets in some fights).

Very tactile with his friends and with his partners. So much so that you often can't tell who he's fucking vs who he's just really good friends with. He flirts with both parties, he hangs off of both parties, the biggest difference is that the person he's dating with usually react differently, or occasionally they'll both disappear for a bit and come back looking like they just shagged in a closet (which, yk, they might have). That all changes slightly after the 1960s E-10, by which he's learned what the loss of very close friends is like and cherishes time with them more - and presses romantic ventures with them much, much less (which is sad). Still very tactile though. Lots of hugs here.

Served three years in the Talkian Armed Forces before becoming Arv'hein (joined at 18 after completing a general education, was crowned at 21). He should have served until he was 25, which is when Tartaruns consider people fully grown (13 is a teenager, 18 is a young adult, 25 is a new adult, 100 is a true adult. Tartarun life expectancy is around 500 years, unless you're Syne Heran and took an anti-aging spell as a 130 smth).

He also has several tattoos!

The armor ref sheet (aka the most polished full-body peice I have of him that's also up-to-date) doesn't show any of them, but the sketches I included above show his double arm bands. Haven't decided 100% what they mean, but I like the idea of them having originally read something in Basic Tartarun (a conlang script alphabet I made a few years ago) that he then covered up with two blackout bands.

His mother's stylized crest on his back shoulder (because he thought she was dead for a few years)

Half a dozen little tattoos his squadmates gave him in the TAF or his friends on city night excursions

"Bite me" in BT on the inside of his right thigh

culturally-significant tail tattoos (in gold)

He gets Ev's "Razienne" sigil tattooed on his lower back as a joke, but turns out it gives them both a little shock when Ev touches it. So naturally they do the two-finger taser thing to him all the time.

He has a rose tattoo on the back of his neck/down his spine that's twined with magic and runes and activates the Arv'hein's crowns above his head (Syne has a similar one)

- Fin undergoes a lot of change over the course of Coalition Collection, though most of it is internal. His friends don't see it as clearly until he or someone else points out how he's changed and matured. That said. He's 163 in Book 2 (2040s E-10) and that's roughly the equivalent of being 25, mentally. Which means we've got this interesting dynamic where he's developmentally in his late twenties, but he's also been through 125+ years of war, politics, and emotional rollercoasters. Which is! Complicated!

But yes, I adore Fin. I'd love to meet him and ask him to teach me how to throw a punch if he was real lol

- As always, questions (here or in the ask box) are more than welcome!

[just-some-random-blogger]

good morning (or day or evening), lovie!! its your prodigal muning. im so sorry i didnt answer you yesterday TT i really am soso sorry TT ive started reading your message ans then the classes, then my focusing attention problems, then homework and these problems with attention and poof! its already 5 a.m. and i realise oh fuck i havent answered you TT and i still overslept today TT but its ok i managed to come on time. oooh its cute to know youve got your love for music from your mom. im sure you look just as cute playing piano as this kitty in the gif) sure your mom wanted the best but im sorry for your trauma. i believe in your skills. since you attached this gif with 13th doctor who, im now thinking about her being the most similar to matts doctor.. you should see yourself :) 'WHY AM I CRUEL THIS TIME' deprive people of your gorgeous voice 'its so much easier to believe in God than yourself' sounds.. yk sincere and so deeply thoughtful like in these films where a persons going to die in a day and needs to live the whole life in this restricted time. in the best way possible. sounds good. it seems like all people from the south are so... warm? shdjd sorry. no but really. all of you have so chilly and kinda hippie vibes. it sounds so real and so true but i really cant imagine myself giving this world so much love. your so lovie-lovie and its so cute and right. love can save the world. приятного аппетита. 24/7. 'in my head its canon' is it time for me to say smth like i have a vodka-gun and a domesticated bear?... owww all your dishes look so good and tasty, i like the pics fhdjs. wowoow ginataang looks really good. and its interesting too learn its like.. etymology. and even more when youre reasoning it yourself. 'ITS ULAM AND ITS WHAT WE EAT WITH RICE' smth like main dish?.. not like i think you dont know this word but im trying to understand.. like the main.. not sweet dish before the dessert? its cute to learn the difference, thanks for your efforts and explainings, hottie-cutie! i like learning what your fav food is too hdjfk. and about this food too. this thing about saying things twice TT cute actually most of the ingredients you mention are so unusual to me that i have to search for each one of them... 'you know that right?' I KNOW NOTHING TT but alright i still have google... sorry but 'nata de coco' sounds so bossy. fjdhdhs SORRY. i dont want to sound so childish but its my first thought. tbh i used to hate coconuts... now i feel neutral, not like coconuts are common here anyway... i feel like i need to give more feedback but im so into all the information you give. like reallyreally educational. 'I GOT SIDE TRACKED SO BADLY' its alright!! i like following your way of thinking!! when i searched for taro (yes idk whats it) i got tarot cards... maybe because in russian it doesnt have t and is literally taro lol...yeah i GOT confused but not bc of the night.... 'GAbi is the food gaBI is night' very educational. thaks for the efforts! i appreciate how much time you give me<з 'i gotta get this right cos she good at history or whatevah' FHSJKHD loll i have no dates in my brain. oh no i remember some that are connected with literature and the year of baptism of Rus. but its interesting, go on. 'this is how i explain stuff to my classmates' one big brain cell. i explain things like that tbh. my literature teacher always laugh at me bc of the way i describe things when were talking informally. and this cunning spain.... wow and its really interesting to know about your languages story! ig ive learnt more now than during all the scool years... you have all rights to curse these 3 idiots! like?? its really irritating when smn corrects you on the thing you know like your hmm... mother tongue??? that stereotype that americans are (a little)... uneducated... and youre telling a person their first language is wrong? dk about all americans but these definately fit the stereotype. i feel like tumblr will see the message as too long again so see you in the part 2!

MUNING YOURE HOME I CAN STO SAYING PSPSSPSPPSPSSPSPSPSPSPSPPSSP NOW

😌 love letter toime

its your prodigal muning. im so sorry i didnt answer you yesterday TT i really am soso sorry TT ive started reading your message ans then the classes, then my focusing attention problems, then homework and these problems with attention and poof! its already 5 a.m. and i realise oh fuck i havent answered you TT and i still overslept today TT but its ok i managed to come on time.

u and i are so twins thats smth i would do/probably have done with a lot of things. you dont have to apologize. i figured about as much when i didnt receive anything.

truthfully though, i was kinda sad yesterday so when you didnt message me T_T i didnt have anyone to talk to T_T i felt like crying yesterday (i figured it was cos i was hungry) but then i realized i have no friends T_T the friends i do have are from my old school and idk i find instant messages easily exhausting. IDK IDK IDK which is why im so excited to read letter from you! anyway it was also because my class yesterday was songwriting and i didnt know anyone there T_T it's giving T_T lonely.

if you apologize for making me sad, 🤬 dont its not ur fault. it was me being hungry and having no friends in that class then being sad i spent all that money on food T_T /LASHfhas/fhashfa f

oooh its cute to know youve got your love for music from your mom. im sure you look just as cute playing piano as this kitty in the gif) sure your mom wanted the best but im sorry for your trauma. i believe in your skills.

trust me i look like this when i play

HAHAHHHAHHAHH. i'm a jazz player (thats a music joke meaning you keep hitting the wrong notes HAHHAHAHA [but also jazz players do really play with like ... 'out of key' sounding things but its not out of key, i have no idea how else to explain it without getting too technical]). of course my mom wanted the best for me, but T_T it still hurts she my mummy T_T. thank you for believing in my skills. i believe in my skills more and more everyday

since you attached this gif with 13th doctor who, im now thinking about her being the most similar to matts doctor.. you should see yourself :)

SHE LOOKS LIKE A SWEETIE CUPCAKE!!! but also you watch doctor who ALSO ALSO NO i refuse to watch doctor who................

'WHY AM I CRUEL THIS TIME' deprive people of your gorgeous voice

T_T IM TRYING I WILL POST ANOTHER SONG TOMORROW and i will make sure i look prettier lol HAHAHHAHAHAHAH idk its hard to keep my yt alive. i have this cover of les miserables but i haved edited it yet and you reminded me i wanted to do that.

OMG OMG IS THERE A SONG YOU WANT ME TO SING!!!!!?????? 🤩🤩🤩 even if its russian i'll sing it for you (but i beg not like the rap you shared i am not a rapper T_T) i will say if it is in russian you must give me a while to learn it.

'its so much easier to believe in God than yourself' sounds.. yk sincere and so deeply thoughtful like in these films where a persons going to die in a day and needs to live the whole life in this restricted time. in the best way possible. sounds good.

💀😭🤣💀😭🤣 I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEAN BUT YOUR ANALOGY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. well im glad it sounds sincere because it is. i mean it with my whole chest

it seems like all people from the south are so... warm? shdjd sorry. no but really. all of you have so chilly and kinda hippie vibes. it sounds so real and so true but i really cant imagine myself giving this world so much love. your so lovie-lovie and its so cute and right. love can save the world.

T_T pEOPLE IN THE SOUTH ARE WARM HAHAHHHAHAHH im honored to have helped you make such an assumption about us but i can assure you not everyone is warm here, some are so hot they are practically burning with the devil T_T I LOVE THAT YOU THINK IM CHILL AND A HIPPIE HAHAHHAHAH i would say i have no chill and am quite radical. if my parents would allow me, i would march during protests but theyre afraid i might get hurt, also im afraid i would get hurt but i just think its so important to fight and speak about what you believe in!!!!! LOVE WILL OVERCOME THE WORLD!!!!!

well the truth is, no one can really give the WORLD love... unless ur secretly Jesus but you know what, giving 1 person (like me!!! <3) your love (WHICH YOU ALREADY DO!!!) changes my WHOLE world <3 <3 <3 o(*￣▽￣*)ブ it always starts with one thing. one little thing

it reminds me of this post about how pets are only there for a part of your life but you are there for their entire life T_T

i try not to think about that too much cos ill cry.

so yeah dont beat yourself up for not changing the world or not being able to love the whole world, you'll burn yourself with that. a little goes a long way and you;ll find it becomes easier each time

приятного аппетита. 24/7.

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

'in my head its canon' is it time for me to say smth like i have a vodka-gun and a domesticated bear?

I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU UNIRONICALLY SAID YOU HAD A DOMESTICATED BEAR IF DEADLY WHY FRIEND SHAPED i dont care for vodka or guns so /:

owww all your dishes look so good and tasty, i like the pics fhdjs. wowoow ginataang looks really good. and its interesting too learn its like.. etymology. and even more when youre reasoning it yourself.

im glad you think so!!! that you like the pics and you think ginataang looks good and the etymology and how im reasoning it HAHAHH

'ITS ULAM AND ITS WHAT WE EAT WITH RICE' smth like main dish?.. not like i think you dont know this word but im trying to understand.. like the main.. not sweet dish before the dessert? its cute to learn the difference, thanks for your efforts and explainings, hottie-cutie!

i guess you could say main dish. i remember when i was younger during the high school musical era, vanessa hudgens said in an interview once she eats a lot of rice because she's filipino and i was like ???? mom wtf does she mean and my mom went oh they dont eat rice and I WAS SO CONCERNED FOR EVERYONE WHO WASNT FILIPINO BECAUSE SHE SAID WE WERE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DID THAT I WAS SO CONFUSED LIKE ALSKHFAHSFASH it took me years to understand what my mom meant LOL cos in the ph when we say we're going to eat rice that means were eating a meal cos yeah everything is eaten with rice here it feels incomplete if you dont. so she meant they eat meals just without rice WHICH SOUNDS ILLEGAL T_T

let me give a clearer example ig. so in the morning when you wake up, if you decide to have idk a sausage youd maybe eat only a sausage right??? or ok maybe with bread. idk in the ph if you dont eat smth with rice (unless ur eating with bread) and you just eat the sausage by itself it's called like papak which basically means youre not eating something properly youre just snacking on it when you could just eat it as a meal IDK o(≧口≦)o its so hard to explain

ok now i have to further explain papak, it could also mean like you have a food item you want to eat but you eat a bit then leave it then come back to it then leave it or youre yeah just not EATING PROPERLY OK I GIVE UP GOOD NIGHT

i like learning what your fav food is too hdjfk. and about this food too. this thing about saying things twice TT cute

IM GLAD YOU LIKE LEARNING ABOUT MY FAV FOOD I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SHARE :LASFHASFASFHASFHLASFHF also yeah its pretty funny how we say things twice HIHIH AHAHAHAH we do that for emphasis, like kabang-kaba where kaba means nervous and the added -ng is just a connector. it's our equivalent of very but we dont have very AHHAHAH we just repeat the word, so if you want to say youre very very very very very nervous you can say KABANG-KABANG-KABANG-KABANGKABANGKABGNANGKANG-KABA ako (ako is 'I' lol)

actually most of the ingredients you mention are so unusual to me that i have to search for each one of them... 'you know that right?' I KNOW NOTHING TT but alright i still have google...

AHHAHAHAHA i hope you enjoyed researching them at least HAHAHAHHA ALSO?????? YOU DONT KNOW WHAT FLAN IS ??? PLOT TWIST???!?!?!? I thought you would know it because its like.... spanish ??? european ??? HAHDKHADHLADHAD AD:HAD: thats on me 😩😞 i assumed T_T HAHAHAHAH i hope you looked it up! hahhaahahahhaHAHAHAH

sorry but 'nata de coco' sounds so bossy. fjdhdhs SORRY.

HAHHAHHAHAHAAH YOU DONT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE HEARD ALL DAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHY DOES IT SOUND BOSSY HAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAAHH THATS SO ??? HAHHA WEIRD DOES IT HAVE A RUSSIAN EQUIVALENT THAT MAKES IT SOUND LIKE THAT TO YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA i think it derived from spanish ?? idk nata = nut then coco= coconut? idk i just assume

i dont want to sound so childish but its my first thought. tbh i used to hate coconuts... now i feel neutral, not like coconuts are common here anyway... i feel like i need to give more feedback but im so into all the information you give. like reallyreally educational. 'I GOT SIDE TRACKED SO BADLY' its alright!! i like following your way of thinking!!

NO BUT SAME i dont like... processed flavored coconuts lashflkhasfhaslafh its kind of the same way i feel about bananas it just so FAKE??????????? and why ruin it just eat a banana if you want a banana and eat a coconut if you want to eat a coconut. i will say there are again some exceptions to the coconut thing but yeah lasfkhasfas. you dont have to give more feedback no pressure HAHAHAH im glad to receive a reply at all my brain is just like I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS PERFECTLY BECAUSE THIS PERSON HAS NO IDEA WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT AND IF I EXPLAIN THIS WRONG THEIR UNDERSTANDING WILL FOREVER BE WRONG FOREVER UNLESS SOMEONE CORRECTS THIS KNOWLEDGE I HAVE IMPARTED

when i searched for taro (yes idk whats it) i got tarot cards... maybe because in russian it doesnt have t and is literally taro lol...yeah i GOT confused but not bc of the night.... 'GAbi is the food gaBI is night' very educational. thaks for the efforts!

well i did not forsee taro being the hinderance HAHAHAHAHAH so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ at least im still educational love that for me

i appreciate how much time you give me<з

of course i love you <3 💗💗💗💖💖💖💖

while we're here let me share another food HIHIIHIHIHHHHIIH

this is called KARE-KARE HAHAHAHAH but las;hf;lahsflas i dont think it has a meaning T_T but its on theme it's repeated twice but ???? idk i dont think it has meaning AHHAHAHAH

ASHF:ASHF:AF AF:ASF IM LOVE IT its not a dessert its an ulam. ALSO GOOGLE SAID IT WAS AS STEW???? NOW IM SO CONFUSED ISNT STEW LIKE A SOUP ASKHFAS ahhhh nvm google defines stew as 'a dish of meat and vegetables cooked slowly in liquid in a closed dish or pan.'

google is so correct that is what karekare is <3

so this typically cooked with beef/tuwalya or pork but ig you could cook it with... sheep/goat or chicken but i told my mom i wanted karekare once and she was like red meat is expensive and i was like we can make chicken and she got mad at me so ig not chicken AHHAHAHA.

ok now tuwalya^^^^^^, the first time i tried it, i hated it T_T also i was so confused why it was called that because tuwalya is towel ????? like wtf why would you call it that. anyway the not towel tuwalya is apparently cow stomach (LOL I LOVE THAT IDK IT HAHAHAH) but yeah its pretty tough and super chewy which was why i hated it at first i was like YOU HAVE DESECRATED MY BELOVED DISH but now i LOVE tuwalya and i go ??? yall didnt put tuwalya in this tsk tsk L (also apparently its ox tripe?? but do we even have ox in the ph????? HAHHAAH:ASHFHaslfhashfhasfla)

anyway it usually has vegtables cooked with it like pechay (bok choy????? [i only know this word cos of plants vs zombies HAHHAHAH]) wtf google said its cabbage but thats false im ??? ig maybe pechay is a type of cabbage. ig it is buk choy

this ^^^ (above) is pechay and sitaw (string beans) YOU SHOULD HAVE STRING BEANS RIGHT LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND SAY YOU DONT KNOW WHAT STRING BEANS IS

anyway this is sitaw. HAHAHHAH then eggplant PLS YOU HAVE EGGPLANTS IM SURE.

also in the pic for karekare the circle ones on the side that kinda look like onions those are puso ng saging which would be heart of banana in english LOL i think its called that because thats like the core of the... the tree?? or the soft part of the-

hollup lemme research it

banana blossoms??????? thats what is according to google T_T

OH I GET IT NOW ITS THE REDDISH THING i guess its like the flower of the plant NOW WE BOTH LEARNED SOMETHING AHHAHAH

yeah i dont think ive eaten karekare with puso ng saging but i like puso ng saging HAHAHA

and lastly, the most interesting part of the dish is that its sauce is made of (from what i remember from my mom [ok i searched it to be sure]) its made with onion garlic and.... [drum roll] peanut butter!!!

i dont remember if i was shocked when i first learned this AHHHAHAHA cos i was so young HAHAAHAHAH but yeah peanut sauce and ground peanuts but lol my mom just buys the karakare powder mix HAHHAAHAHAH. ive seen a chef on tv flat out use peanut butter but yeah it'll be sweet if you do that so my mom doesnt do that ig idk i dont remember HAHAHHA

i also ask for this food on my birthday. every day i get to eat karekare is a special day <3

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'i gotta get this right cos she good at history or whatevah' FHSJKHD loll i have no dates in my brain. oh no i remember some that are connected with literature and the year of baptism of Rus. but its interesting, go on.

LOL UR LIKE ME FR I HAVE A 1% retention rate of date AHAHAAH thats being so generous tbh

'this is how i explain stuff to my classmates' one big brain cell. i explain things like that tbh. my literature teacher always laugh at me bc of the way i describe things when were talking informally.

BIG BRAIN THINGS they can laugh but if it works it works

and this cunning spain.... wow and its really interesting to know about your languages story! ig ive learnt more now than during all the scool years...

HHHHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHHAHAHHAH T_T i feel you AHHAHAH i love learning stuff from people who are passionate about what they talk about and the only reason why i retained any of these things was because my teachers who taught me this were amazing T_T

you have all rights to curse these 3 idiots! like?? its really irritating when smn corrects you on the thing you know like your hmm... mother tongue???

very truly annoying when someone is a know it all that knows nothing [inhales deeply] inner peace. i felt way better about them now that ive finished ranting about it. i forgive them (still hard to type a lot of hesitation went into that) ヾ(•ω•`🌸)o anyway if i keep getting mad ill only upset myself so T_T i gotta forgive them for me.

that stereotype that americans are (a little)... uneducated... and youre telling a person their first language is wrong? dk about all americans but these definately fit the stereotype.

👎 doing uncle sam a disservice.... do you know uncle sam means america? HAHAH I only learned that from my mom apparently its a comic person thing but im not interested nor do i care enough to dig deeper into that

i feel like tumblr will see the message as too long again so see you in the part 2!

PART TWO YAY SEE YOU

xxx

[missameliep]

I was so happy to read your feedback, Lori, and every lovely thing you had to say about this story and my writing <3

I have no words to thank you!

I'm grateful to have such a supportive friend! And I'm also glad that even starting with the second part the story still makes sense, because I was really torn between starting right when I did, or just set the begining in the past, when they first met and follow chronologically...

But then I thought: why don't I just tell the readers what to expect, but make a mystery why even though they've become fast friends that one summer, they never got to meet again in the following years and Hamid doesn't even recognize/remember Elizabeth. And just throw some questions there: can they resume the friendship? Could they fall in love? Why there's no Facebook? (I intentionally chose a timeline with before social media for a reason. We're doing this the old way! lol)

All those questions will be answered in the next chapters. But for now, I'll answer yours. (Under the cut because it's long and some things might be a little spoilery...)

When did he move to the UK? Hamid's father is a Turkish diplomat in the AU (a commercial attaché) and his family moved to the UK because his father was assigned to work at London and closely with some important people at UK (let's say the Earl of Edgewater is one of them). They moved to the UK one year after Hamid and Elizabeth first met in the story.

Is he a jock? How many sports does he play? Not exactly. Hamid has a lot of energy, and loves all kinds of sports, then it was natural that he'd engage in some of those in school, but I wouldn't define him as a jock in the common sense of the word. He's enthusiastic about a lot of things, and in the 3rd part we'll learn more about him and some of his other interests.

Hamid plays for the basketball and soccer teams; and PE is one of his favorite subjects in school. He's been in the tracking team before and even tried lacrosse because it looked fun, but it didn't work for him. He's a natural at soccer and has fun with it (which is always an important factor), plays mid-field, but truly loves to be in the basketball team, he's got the height and skills necessary to be the shooting guard or the two (I had to look it up in the Wikipedia lol), because of his speed and communication skills, and he's also a good shooter (specially three-points and this will become important in the story. Kind of spoilery. Mark my words). But he's not exactly a jock. He plays for fun, and is not disciplined enough to give his 100% at trains, or skipping parties before big games, or consider making any of this a career or even a chance for earning a scholarship.

But is he also a good student? Or does he charm his teachers and headmaster/headmistress to get out of trouble? Hamid is a good student, but not great. He usually doesn't skip classes, unless he's sick because he loves to socialize; and he gets good enough grades to pass, but he's not 1st of his class, for instance. He's intelligent and a fast learner, any language he focus on learning comes naturally to him (and he's already fluent in English as we see from the start, Turkish, that's his mother tongue, Arab, French and a little Greek, because Mediterranean), and he's that student who will get an A sometimes in his favorite subject, but also a D because he forgot there would even be a test that day. His mind is all over the place (hormones, and being a teen, and girls, and movint to a different country and etc) and sometimes it gets hard to focus on school. But he's a favorite amongst the students - totally sweetie with the new ones - and teachers. It's not uncommon to charm the teachers to get whatever he wishes either for him or on the benefit of fellow students.

Does he have a girlfriend or just lots of adoring fans? 😏 At this point in the story, just fans. It's not relevant to the plot, but he used to have a girlfriend; that won't be really meaningful when the story starts in part 1, except for the fact that the girls who crush on him are really invested to be his next girlfriend, which is hinted from the start. Since the break up, he's kissed many girls during summer (and didn't forget their names btw because he's not inconsiderate), and he's just trying to be his own person, find out what he wants from life, and Hamid does love to be around girls. He grew up with 5 sisters and that definitely counts for something. And maybe he's still thinking Elizabeth is one of the girls he met during the summer of 2005... we'll learn more about it soon.

Elizabeth is adorable as a kid and teenager 😍 definitely the kind of girl I'd want to be best friends with. So do I! Elizabeth is the quiet girl who surprises everyone with how funny and loyal she can be; and very daring when she has to. At 11yo, she's much carefree than at 15yo, but we'll have some insights of what our girl has gone through.

Oh, I need info on her too. What are her extra curricular activities? Is she part of the debate team? School newspaper/radio? Have you being going through my drafts? Because I struggled a lot with which clubs/societies she should join, and in the new school I was torn between two, and in the end I picked debating and we'll learn a bit about it in the third part. She's just starting school now, and is finding her foot with the extra curricular activities and classmates as well. Hamid will always be a valuable ally, no matter what. In the previous school, she was in the literary society, chess club and debating. She tried the astronomy club too, but lost interest after a few meetings, but loved the photography society.

Is her mom alive? If so, does Elizabeth live with her? Elizabeth's mom is alive, and she lives with her, not with her father. We'll get to meet her briefly in one of the last parts, though that's still a pretty rough draft.

But oh man... How could Hamid forget her? Did she change more than she actually thinks she did? 🤔 Hamid doesn't seem like someone who has Mariah energy She changed more than she thinks she did. Briar will be real about that very soon (tough love!). Four years when you're entering your teen years makes a lot of difference. It's hinted in the second part that her appearance was something that she got picked on by Henrietta and her grandmother had concerns as well, because Elizabeth was a little overweight, not much, but she wasn't skinny like the other girls or how they thought she should be (she was living the transition from childhood to become a teenager, changed countries, school, had to adapt to a new way of life, all in the short spam of like 2 years, lost the place she called home, the beach and the sun, so girl was going though a lot. She may have eatten her fair share of candies and chocolatte to go through); aside from dying her hair, Elizabeth was not a posh girl when she met Hamid, not stylish, you have to picture her in loose t-shirts, denin cyclist shorts and puff undefinied curly hair with strippy highlights like Christina Aguillera (her hair is always the BEFORE in those videos in IG about curly hair and the proper way to style it, the right products to use and right way to make it curl; Elizabeth simply doesn't care. She's at the beach, enjoying her summer, and the last concern in her mind is to moisturize her hair or avoid salty water) and sometimes a cap on top of it all.

When they meet in this very fancy school, with noble kids as coleagues, it won't ring a bell that his childhood friend (who he missed as much as Elizabeth did btw, also spoilery) who told she came from a very tiny and unknown village in England, and lived in a cottage with her mother, could be the same pretty girl who took his breath away. They don't even share the same name as far as he can tell... :)

So, yeah, when she met Hamid she looked quite different, a bit shorter, different hair colour...

And we have to consider that it's been four years, they've met in a different context (and Country) and Hamid never learned she was the daughter of the Earl of Edgewater (oh, that's a spoiler)... and things have changed for her.

Sorry, this reply to your comment became almost as long as the fic!

But I'm truly happy you enjoyed. This fic has been forever in my drafts, and I just felt this need to finish it in a very self-indulgent way, but I'm glad you're also enjoying it, my friend! Thank you so much for reading, and letting me know what you thought and for reblogging it!

(PS.: Loved the Mariah gifs!)

Title: Once Upon a Summer - Part 1

Book: Desire & Decorum AU

Pairing: Prince Hamid x Elizabeth Foredale (OC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Once upon a summertime, eleven-year-old Elizabeth befriended a boy at a beach. Returning to England in a rush, she didn't even say goodbye to her friend Hamid, and had little hope to ever see him again. What would happen if fate brought them together four years later? This is how their story goes...

A/N: No warnings. Just fluff and teenage shenanigans. To make the story make sense, it's settled in the early 2000's, before social media, the era flip phones were it, the epitome of modernity and style! There will be alterning POV from Hamid to Elizabeth, and so on. Enjoy part 1 of this very silly and self-indulgent fic!

September, 2005. 

Every new year was the same, for an entire week the school was vibrant and full of life. The whole days dedicated to recitals, art expositions and workshops, plays and drama reading, and so much more to welcome old and new students to the building that would basically be their second home from September to July.  

This afternoon, the school’s sport court was brimming with new students and seniors of all ages, sporting their impeccable uniforms and polished black shoes. The last rays of summer shining on hair and skins and in the happy memories of vacations that are the main topics of conversations these past days. In the imminence of the beginning of the exhibition match, the basketball court was all noisy chatter and excitement, with lines of players in jerseys, echoes of the bouncing balls on the polished wooden floor, squeaking sneakers and swishing of balls down the rims.  

Like in the savannah, it was easy to spot the new arrivals, with their awed and terrified looks, like lion cubs, and those who were comfortable in their natural environment. More than any other student, the players were naturals. The kings of this court, one could say, and the ones who attracted most of the attention, especially the ones starting their senior year.  

Sporting his jersey with unmatching pride and the widest grin, Year 11-student Hamid, one of the most enthusiastic amongst his teammates for being chosen to play for the main team. Surrounded by a group of female students willing to hear about his latest travels and maybe even catch the attention of one of the team stars, he couldn’t be more thrilled. Or so he thought... 

This was the best time of the year: no classes nor tests, no mandatory readings nor assignments, and a lot of time to do what he loves the most: socialize! Hamid loved this week with his whole heart and wished it could last longer. However, if everything must come to an end, the best way is to end on a high note, isn’t it? And in Hamid’s humble opinion, the last day is always the best. Not only it was entirely dedicated to sports, which was one of his passions and gave him the chance to demonstrate his aptitude in a variety of activities, but afterwards there will be a ball with music, dance, and girls eager for the attention of the athletes.  

Amusing some of his teammates and a group of girls, Hamid was in the middle of telling a story, when someone knocked over a heavy object near the entrance. Hamid’s eyes flicked to where the noise came from and to the influx of another group of students coming inside to fill the stands, amongst them a very beautiful girl he’s never seen in school and instantly caught his eye.  

Turquoise backpack hanging on one shoulder, she moved slowly, long curly hair bouncing around her face. A chocolate brown hair peppered with gold that seemed like the sun itself had kissed it, or maybe had just been following her for the dramatic purpose of stealing teenage boy’s breaths away. Whatever it was, her beauty was so enthralling he couldn’t look away, appreciating the long hair that reached the middle of her back, shapely lips shining with lip gloss and bright eyes. If this was one of the rom-coms his sisters love, the sound of chatter and basketballs dribbling would’ve been muted, and a bubbly pop song would play in the background while the girl glided in slow motion; when the camera focused on him to do a closeup, he’d be looking dazzled, mouth slightly parted while trying to catch his breath – which he was, having completely lost the train of thought mid-word. Nevertheless, no camera could ever capture the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. 

“So, what happened then?” Theresa Sutton’s question ringed after what seemed like a dramatic pause in the narrative but turned into a play’s intermission. “Did his father notice you two were gone?”  

Stunned, Hamid blinked a few times and telling the rest of the story seemed less relevant now that he had a new goal. Offering a wide grin, he clapped his hands, “Well, this will have to wait. Now I have someplace else to go. And a record to beat!” 

“That’s cruel, Hamid,” Donna Bowman protested with a pout, but it didn’t deter him.  

Bending, he picked up the ball at his feet, never tearing his gaze from the beautiful girl, and sprinted towards Yusuf Konevi, his dearest and oldest friend at England, who was doing warm-ups with some of their teammates. She was glancing everywhere from the benches at the side of the court to the stands, possibly searching for someone, and not once looked his way. Thank goodness, he was confident enough to not let this hurt his pride, and persistent enough to change that game. 

Throwing an arm over Yusuf’s shoulder, he threw himself at him in a playful way.  

“Hey!” 

“Glad to see our star is finally joining us!” 

“We’re all stars here,” Hamid said, flashing a grin, “we shine brighter together.” 

The other laughed. “Smooth. I bet they’ll make you team captain soon.”  

Looking over his shoulder Hamid located his target, standing alone by the stands, and asked in a conspiratorial tone, “Who’s that girl? I haven’t seen her before...”  

“Which one?” the other asked before discreetly peeking at the direction he tilted his head.  

“The one who looks like an angel recently fallen from heaven…” 

Yusuf gasped with laughter. How very Hamid of him to be throwing around corny lines about girls right before a game, instead of warming up. Glancing at his friend before taking another look, he surveyed the faces and there was only one amongst them Hamid possibly didn’t know and fit his type, which he assumes is beautiful long-haired girl in any height, weight, body type, or ethnicity. 

“Do you mean Elizabeth Foredale? The one with the turquoise backpack? She was transferred.” 

Hamid smiled and repeated her name slowly, savouring every letter like honey in his tongue. 

“Foredale…” he repeated her last name once more and hummed. “Why does this name sound familiar?” 

“She’s the daughter of the Earl of Edgewater. You certainly heard about them.” 

He definitely did. The House of Edgewater is one of the oldest and most traditional amongst the British nobility, close in relationship with the Royal Family, and everything in this county is somehow related to them. And he is almost certain the Earl was one of the stuffy British men with whom his father had meetings to negotiate some sort of treaty when he was ambassador at England. 

“Is she single?” 

Yusuf clapped his shoulder and grinned, “I have a feeling you’ll soon find out.” 

Thinking about the best way to catch her attention, Hamid bounced the ball once, then twice, and smiled. Dribbling, he darted to the middle of the court, standing right at Elizabeth’s line of sight. Making flourished moves with the ball before dribbling towards the three-point line, he stepped back, flexed his knees, and shot. Without touching the backboard or the rim, the ball swished smoothly, and his face split into an ear-to-ear grin at the cheers. When he looked at the stands, the girl had her eyes fixed on her mobile oblivious to his demonstration. But this wasn’t nearly enough to discourage him.   

Someone clapped him on the back, congratulating him, and from his place by the benches, the coach waved him and the others to assemble. 

When the game begins, I’ll get her attention for sure, he hypes himself on his way to join his fellow teammates.  

And this is his best match so far, scoring and assisting in almost all the key plays. The coach is pleased to see him this motivated, and he is pleased that Elizabeth’s eyes followed him. Not the plays. Not the ball. Him.  

During halftime, he takes off his jersey, exhibiting his lean muscles and warm tanned brown skin from days sunbathing at beaches at the Türk Rivierası, and swigs a bottle of water. One of his classmates throws him a towel, and he thanks him. 

At the stands beside the team’s bench, giggles and whispers erupt, but when his gaze searches for Elizabeth, like it did so many times this afternoon, the girl is sitting by herself reading a book. A large one. He can’t read the name in the cover, but how much more interesting than the game and players can it be? He was very close to take that snub personally.   

At the other team’s bench, Yusuf throws him an amused look and teases him. Hamid shrugs and doesn’t let it affect his good spirits.   

When the match is over, her eyes are not on the book, but on him. Pleased by the attention, he rakes his sweaty hair back and flashes his best smile in her direction. Like others at the stands, she’s clapping. In an instant, he’s surrounded by teammates and classmates congratulating the team, cheering and chanting they’ll beat their rival this year for sure.

While he’s approached by Donna Bowman and her friends, he gets a glimpse of Elizabeth walking down the stairs and going straight to the exit. By the doors, she halts, sparing a lingering last glance at the court over her shoulder, one he desperately wishes to be directed to him. 

The best he could do was play it cool, wait until later, and maybe meet her at the dance. Or even cooler, waiting until classes start next week. But that look has him sprinting out of the basketball court with a silly excuse to not immediately hit the showers.

His sneakers squeak while he runs down the hallways, deflecting students and congratulations.  

Down a long corridor, he gets a glimpse of her outside. When he catches up, she’s sitting at a bench, book opened on her lap.  

Breathless, he halts a few feet away from her, fixes his sweaty dishevelled hair with a hand, takes a deep breath and a glance at the book from over her shoulder.  

The panting catches her attention, and she glances at him over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. There’s no hint of surprise in her eyes as if she expected him to come. 

“Interesting reading?” 

She bites her lower lip, and nods.  

“Very much.” 

Placing a cat-shaped bookmark between the pages, she smiles and closes the book. 

Hamid takes both as good signs, and peeks at the cover. “Lord of the Rings. Is it any good?” 

“You already asked me that,” she giggled. 

“Cut me some slack, with all the running, my brain is lacking oxygen…” he laughs, and she tries to stifle a chuckle but her laughter escapes in huffs through her nose. Hamid’s heartbeats quicken at the sight of her smile and the visible blush on her cheeks, the bronzed skin has a lovely pinkish hue, and, in this light, he notices her green eyes have gold flecks. 

Pointing at the empty space beside her, she suggests, “Why don’t you sit down before the team loses his star player, Hamid?” 

His smile turned into an ear-to-ear grin when he flopped beside her.  

“So, you were paying attention! I knew the book couldn’t be more interesting than the match!”  

“Hardly. It was a mere exhibition. And I prefer football, anyway. But you played well…”  

“Well?” He faked being wounded by her words. “I was on fire today!” 

“Oh! That would explain all the shouting from your fans... are you well?” 

Snorting with laughter, he gnaws at his lower lip, amused by the quip. 

“Unwounded. Except for my ego,” he replied, and grinned. “I’m on the football team too, and we’ll have a match in two weeks. You should come and watch me play.” 

Chuckling, she shook her head slowly, and looked away at students crossing the gardens towards nearby buildings. She was smiling to herself, and her fingers fidgeted with the bookmark. That shyness pleases him in an unexpected way.  

Trying to meet her gaze, he extended his hand for a shake, “Where are my manners? Welcome to Moorfield School. I’m Hamid Osmanoğlu. Year 11. Basketball and football team. Last year’s class president. Delighted to meet you –” His hand lingered in the space between them, waiting for her to take it and say her name.  

Instead of the expected handshake, her eyes darted to his face, and she gaped. There was too much confusion in her expression that he joked, “Haven’t you done this before? Because that’s when you say your name... Saying something about yourself is optional, but always appreciated.” 

“You don’t remember me,” she stated a little bit offended, and it surprised him. 

“Have we met before? Because I certainly wouldn’t forget a gorgeous face like yours...” 

Shoving the book inside the backpack, she got up. “I’ll let you figure that out then.”

“Will I see you again?”

“We go to the same school...” she replied without turning around. 

While she walked away, Hamid observed. He was even more intrigued by Elizabeth now.  

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: This chapter is a little flat, in my opinion, but i guess that writing smut is waaaay easier in my mother tongue. We have many dirty words that prove their worth in these kind of scenes, lol. I guess this means i'll have to write many other scenes with this pretty boy so I can improve it... Hope you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I am enjoying writing! :)

For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here.

Warnings: Grinding, Unprotected oral sex (male recieving), etc..

Wordcount: 1320.

Chapter Eigth

Chapter Nine: Lucky guy

The rest of the week went super fast. Mr Lionel, the literature teacher, assigned an essay worth half of the bimester’s grade, so you and Tim didn’t really chat much. You were fine with this, but the boy was hungry. During the breaks he asked you to meet him in closets and on the third floor bathroom. It was hard resisting, but it was too dangerous. Aly already looked at every boy’s face with suspicious glances, wondering which one of them was getting inside your pants. 

On Friday, you gave up resisting and went to meet him in the bathroom. He was sitting on the ground with his legs kinda spread, a sad look on his face and his eyes closed. 

You sat beside him.

— Are you okay?

— Just tired — He answered after a sigh. He opened his eyes, but didn’t look at you.

— Wanna talk about it?

— I’m frustrated. I really love mystery games and there’s this one I simply can’t solve. I'm going crazy inside my head. I’ve been working on it non stop since Wednesday. I haven’t even started Mr Lionel’s essay yet. 

— Have you thought about taking a break?

— I can’t.

— It’s just a game, I’m sure no one will die if you take a break — He laughed a little and rested one of his hands on your thigh.

— Yes, but my mind keeps thinking about it. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t study.

— Sounds quite obsessive for me.

— It is — He admitted, rubbing his thumb against your thigh, apparently thinking about something else — Wanna know what’s the only other thing I can think about?

— Hm?

— You — He said and your cheeks warmed a little.

— What about you letting me distract you from your mind a little?

— I would love to, but I think I don’t have the energy to do it right now, darling — He said — And I’ve got no condoms with me right now.

— Don’t worry, just stay still and enjoy, okay? — You asked while unzipping his pants and dragging them slightly down, revealing his dark grey boxers. 

He groaned when you kissed over the bulge in his boxers. You lifted your skirt up a little while you sat on his lap, starting to move on his lap. He sighed and his face contorted a little. What a glorious vision. You held his shoulders for stability as you felt him growing even harder under you. You wondered if you would ever be bored with him. You rolled your hips against him harder and he moaned.

— So you’re the vocal type, uh? — You asked, whispering in his ear.

He moaned again and his hands grabbed you by the hips, making you grind against him more ferociously. 

—  If you keep whining like that, someone might hear and climb to the window to take a peak — You said, a bit breathless. He was so hard that grinding him now seemed much more like a way to pleasure yourself — What would they think about it? One of the princes of Gotham being grinded by a commoner?

— Lucky guy — He said with a smirk — Why are you panting? I took your breath away?

— You frustrate me so much. I want you inside me so bad — You admitted, flustered. He smiled — I bet it would feel amazing with you pressing inside my walls, me clenching around your dick. 

— If you keep this dirty mouth of yours talking, I’m not going to last long.

— We don’t have much time, anyway. Aly must be looking for me — You said, feeling one of his hands come up to your shirt, cupping one of your boobs. — Wanna see them?

He nodded with such enthusiasm you couldn’t hold back a smile. You took your shirt off and threw it on the ground beside you and when you looked at his face, you saw his gaze. He looked at your lace covered boobs like they were the most precious things in the world, moving up and down in synchrony with your hips.

— Can I…? — He asked with his eyes shining.

— Praise me, boy.

He smiled and his hands squeezed your boobs, your head moved backwards as you moaned. He pulled your torso closer and kissed them.

— I want to suck them — He said, trying to open your bra clumsily.

— We don't have enough time for this — You said, holding his face. 

— You can't simply flash me like that and leave me dreaming about your tits — He said with a frustrated look.

— We only have fifteen minutes until next class, Tim — You said, getting off of his lap, what made him pout — Hey, don't be a brat, I don't like it either, but I want to make you cum before class, so we will have to spare the indulgences for another time.

Your hand grabbed his shaft inside his boxers and started to jerk him off. He covered his mouth with his hand because it made him moan even louder. 

— Oh, fuck. 

You smiled and leaned towards him. You got his dick out of his boxers and kissed it tip before putting it into your mouth. Gosh, you salivated for him. As your head went up and down on him, he grabbed your hair.

— Can I fuck your mouth? — He asked and you moaned in agreement. 

His moves were gentle and soft, you liked the way he was delicate so as not to hurt you, but in this pace he would take forever to cum. You looked up at him.

— Oh, this is perfect — He said, his eyes sparkling to the sensation of you looking at him while he took space inside your mouth — You just keep looking at me with those pretty eyes… don’t take your eyes off of me, my darling. 

You sucked him harder and for his moan you knew.

— Fuck! — He exclaimed, trying to hold himself — Dear, get off or I’m combining in your mouth.

You winked at him and that was the last straw. Tim practically filled your whole mouth as he melted under you. You swallowed his juices and sat on your heels while fixing your hair, he was still panting and admiring you. 

— So, what were you thinking about again? — You asked and he laughed.

His hand reached your neck and pulled you closer. You thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he licked the corner of your mouth, where some of his cum spilled. This made your pussy clench. So fucking hot. Then he kissed you, pulling you even closer. One of his hands reached your pussy and started rubbing it over your panties. You moaned into his mouth and he leaned you on the ground.

— Let me return the favour — He said, kissing down your body. You sat again and a confused expression appeared on his beautiful, still flustered, face.

— We don’t have time for this, Tim — You said, feeling extremely contradicted — I have to put myself together and look for Aly before they find me. 

— I’ll be quick. I was told I’m very skilled with my mouth — He grinned and tried to go down on you, but you didn’t allow it. 

— Maybe some other day, okay? — You said, smiling kindly.

— I’m gonna dream about your tits and your pretty pussy the whole weekend. This is torture, you know?

— I rather call it discipline — You said, after laughing, putting your shirt on again. You got up and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your appearance. Tim, still sitting on the ground, started to fix himself too — How do I look?

— Gorgeous — He said, smiling as he got up — Would look prettier seated on my face, but okay. 

— Don’t tease me, I might change my mind.

— I bet you taste sweet, like cherries — He said, kissing your neck — I love cherries…

— Goodbye, Tim!

— Hope to kiss you later.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you left the bathroom. This boy was addictive. 

[mask-of-prime]

TLG: Proud of You

In honor of Hyena Appreciation Day, as well as the need to express my headcanon connecting Janja's relation to Shenzi's clan and leadership of his own clan at such a young age, I decided to draw and write a complementary fic of basically yet another one of those episodes The Lion Guard should've had XD Not once have I ever posted a drawing of Janja on here, you'd think I would've drawn him sooner lol

(Also, Sita and Saba are a common name headcanon for those extra unnamed hyenas in Janja’s clan)

Fanfic for this picture below:

Somewhere in the deserts of East Africa…

Growing up, Janja developed a bit of an inferiority complex seeing how differently the males -- especially the cubs -- were treated. The misfit youngsters were treated like outcasts among the clan; slow-witted, easily beaten by the girl cubs, just utterly hopeless in the eyes of the adults, particularly that of the mothers, who would ignore them most of the time. Janja's very own mother, Shenzi, was the coldest with him. He was her only child, a son, a problem.

During a planned meetup with his outcast friends, Janja overheard the adults muttering amongst themselves:

"Things sure have gotten pretty bleak since we took down Scar..." a male hyena said glumly.

"Ohh, you don't want Shenzi to hear that name." a female shook her head desperately, "You know how she feels about the whole thing."

Janja stopped in his tracks and listened to the lower members of the clan. He'd heard that name before, snippets of things about that lion murdering his brother and a legendary team of guardians, and something about one day selling the clan out, why the clan had long moved on from a prosperous land called the Pridelands to become nomads. Nomads with no true place to stay... The adolescent tilted his head for more details.

The male spoke up, "I know, but... remember when he led us to the top? Got the first line of the Pridelands' defense out of the way by destroying the Lion Guard, fed us leftovers, promised us more food when he got the throne? We were set for life when he was king!"

Janja was excited by this news. Too excited. What did Shenzi think was so wrong with this Scar guy? He'd taken off before the female had refuted by mentioning that Scar's faults had led to the gradual loss of respect for Scar's unreasonable unfairness, and ultimately his downfall. Dire information which could've talked Janja right out of a new plan…

……

"He really let the clan eat all of that yummy zebra?!” said a wide-eyed, young Chungu.

“And aaantelopes… Mmmm…” added a tiny Cheezi, licking his lips with his perpetually-always-out tongue.

“More than that, fellas! We was his second-in-commands basically!” Janja straightened his stance, but quickly faltered slightly in thought. He suddenly beamed, “But… What if a hyena was first-in-command? With me as leader!”

Two cubs, Nne and Tano, looked at each other doubtfully. The remaining two, Sita and Saba, listened intently with silence, tails wagging in support. Janja glanced to the side, tilting his head slightly.

‘Yeah… that’ll show Ma how good a leader I could be!’ he thought to himself, grinning at his genius scheme…

……

Janja slid into the entrance of the temporary residence the clan had taken up, excited to tell his mother the news.

“Ma! Ma!” he shouted. Shenzi turned around from facing the wall.

“Guess what?! I know a place we can stay! It’s got food, water, beautiful scenery…” Janja continued, bouncing.

“Where within miles of this place have you heard of a place like that?” Shenzi furrowed her eyebrows.

“The Pridelands!” Janja hopped, “The Pridelands!! We could rule it again…”

Shenzi’s eyes widened at the familiar name. She furrowed her brows again, “Janja, we have food everywhere we go. All the dives we can-”

“Yeah, yeah, but I want a place where we can rest! No more sleeping in the rain, no more thunderstorms, no more bein’ kicked out. I can lead us there! L-Like Scar once di-” Janja suddenly felt a force swipe his face.

“DON’T YOU GO SAYIN’ THAT NAME IN THIS CAVE! YOU HEAR ME?!” Shenzi suddenly hollered.

Janja’s slapped cheek burned, tears filled his eyes. “Ma, I-I didn’t mean to say h-his-”

“Scar was a no-good, double-crossing tyrant, and I will not let no son of mine follow that act!” Shenzi ranted, feeling herself becoming overwhelmed with flashbacks of her failures.

Janja scowled, blinking the tears from his eyes.

“When did you start caring about some son of yours?” he finally said.

He stormed out of the cave into the hazy, orange sunset. Shenzi tightened her lip as she watched him leave, incredulous of his impertinence. She never knew it would be the last time she’d see Janja. Her son. Her only child…

……

Janja rallied the young misfit cubs of the clan and marched southbound to the Pridelands over a course of months. They settled in the Outlands for now, brainstorming as they watched the overwhelming amount of surveillance that populated the Pridelands, until Mzingo flew in and gave them the call to begin their takeover, their first move into the Pridelands. Tonight, they strike.

One year later…

Janja had learned by now that Scar was just as his mother said. Scar’s resurrected, fiery spirit had found a way to diminish Janja’s position as leader after he’d worked so hard to get to that point, Scar had rendered him fearful and submissive, and had finally double-crossed him and his clan. Luckily Janja and his clan escaped with the help of Jasiri and the Lion Guard. The aforementioned Jasiri taught him a better life as a hyena. She showed him a now prosperous land that he could stay in, with food and respect for the Circle of Life. It was way better than what Scar had done for the hyenas as king.

Initially thinking Janja to be in the Pridelands, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed searched far and wide until they reached the Pridelands through the Backlands. They were quickly pursued by the new Lion Guard, a reinforcement to Pride Rock that they hadn’t seen since Scar had destroyed them...

“Halt! State your business.” bellowed a rough, feminine voice. It was Vitani.

“Where’s. Janja.?” Shenzi said softly.

Vitani silently tilted her head, as did her lionesses.

“We just want to bring Janja home…”. Shenzi pleaded, with a much firmer voice. Banzai and Ed shared her sorrowful look.

“Wait…” the lioness said, slowly recognizing the faces of the three hyenas that stood before her. She remembered them from her early cubhood, and with the recent help of viewing Rafiki’s paintings on the walls of the Lion Guard Lair. Narrowing her eyes, she took a few steady steps closer.

“I know you, you were the hyenas that worked for Scar… ran off during the fire…” Vitani lunged forward a bit to appear menacing. “What do you plan to do with Janja?”

Shenzi flinched and backed up, not wanting a fight. She was too old for this.

“Look, look, look, we don’t want any trouble with you lions. Not anymore. I’ll find my boy myself!”

“Her ‘boy’…?” Vitani muttered in thought, realizing the implied personal, familial connection. She perked up, calling to Shenzi.

“Wait. Try the Outlands. He’s Prime Minister Jasiri’s enforcer. If you see any Outlander, ask for her.”

“Prime Minister Jasiri?” Shenzi turned to the boys, who shared a confused look. Shenzi slowly turned to the Lion Guard Leader with a sheepish expression.

“...Thank you…” 

It had been years since she’d been thankful to a lion. Vitani gave a short, polite nod in response. Shenzi headed in the direction of the Outlands, a path she knew like the back of her paw.

Vitani and the Guard remained in their positions to carefully watch the hyenas until they became specks fading into the hazy summer air. The lionesses turned and marched towards Pride Rock as their mission ended.

……

The trio took in the unfamiliar scenery of the Outlands. Grass and flowers were beginning to grow, animals actually wanted to live there, and even the Elephant Graveyard, their old home, was looking good for itself. Shenzi found herself tearing up a bit. She never would’ve thought she’d see the Outlands in such a way.

Shenzi eventually did as she was told by Vitani, she asked a vulture by the name of Mzingo for directions, and he gleefully led them towards the entrance of Jasiri’s cave, which towered a series of caves that climbed up the walls of the canyon. The residence of the Hyena Resistance.

“Er, Prime Minister!” the vulture called from the entrance, “I don’t mean to disturb you during a time where you need much rest and time to yourself, but I have Visitors who have come to the Outlands for your guidance.”

Jasiri turned to the vulture. She glanced at the older hyenas and smiled warmly, knowing who they were from their features. 

“Bring them in.”

As Mzingo flew away to give the hyenas privacy, to the right of the inside of the cave, a hyena stood facing the wall, listening to Jasiri and Mzingo’s exchange. He heard a voice call him.

“Janja…?”

The hyena in question perked up, and slowly turned around. It couldn’t be… it was. His mother, father, and ‘uncle’ were standing at the mouth of the cave. They had hope in their eyes.

“...Ma?”

Janja’s heart sank. He couldn’t believe it, his family had come back after all this time, looking for him. However, a picture of the last interaction he had with his mother flashed in his mind. He pouted and whipped his head to the side, looking away from them.

“Why are you here…?” he grumbled.

Everyone frowned, including Jasiri. Shenzi stepped closer, figuring what Janja must be going through.

“Janja… You have no idea how sorry I am.” Shenzi teared up, “I shouldn’t have driven you away. I thought you could very well have been dead all this time…”

“Huh…?” Janja tilted his head, confused at his mother’s sorrowful voice.

“Mijo, your mother and I want you to come home and be our successor one day, we miss you.” Banzai said softly, putting a paw on Shenzi’s own paw.

Janja’s eyes were big, “What?! No way!”

Banzai glared incredulously, “Janj- !”

“I’ll handle this.” Shenzi interrupted, “Banzai, Ed, Prime Minister-”

“Just ‘Jasiri’, if you’d like.”

“Yeah,” Shenzi said a tad curtly, “can Janja and I talk in private? I think a heart-to-heart needs to be had.”

Jasiri guided the two to a quiet part of the cave. She and the rest of the group then gave the two their space.

……

“Ma, I don’t wanna leave!” Janja begged his mother, “Everything’s great here!”

“I know it might be hard for you to want to come back, I was harsh on you. We were all harsh on you… On all of you…” Shenzi glanced away in shame, “Because of me…”

“What…?” Janja’s ears perked up.

“Janja, ever since we took off from the Pridelands, I realized how much I’d been letting myself get herded around by Scar. I was slacking, not taking my job as leader seriously. All I did was submit to his power over the clan because he toyed with my intelligence.” 

Janja’s eyes widened, she said the very name she once refused to hear. He then glanced down, thinking about how much he’d gone through the same exact thing with Scar’s ghost, but that was going to be a hard one to explain. Shenzi continued.

“Once I broke free from Scar’s constant lies and games, I’d been pushing myself to lead the clan as I was always meant to. Just as my mother taught me, and how her mother taught her.” she sighed, “I let myself get carried away with tradition, and I had you and the other boys be treated unfairly. I lost sight of all the people I was hurting in the end.”

Shenzi placed a paw under Janja’s chin, caressing it. She observed how much bigger and angular his face had gotten. He had little whiskers on his chin like his father.

“I want you to be a better clan leader than I ever was, Janja.” Shenzi concluded.

Janja looked into his mother’s eyes. She had prominent eye bags, her face was heavier and a tad wrinkled in some places. Her signature spiky mane had a grayish twinge. It had been so long.

“I already got to be a clan leader, Ma.” Janja finally spoke up, “I learned so much. All I was going for was greed, until I was introduced to something better. Jasiri made me realize the meaning of the Circle of Life, and I realized now how much I preferred that life of balance and patience over fighting for my way through things and asking for nothing but trouble. I guess in the end I did learn to become a good leader, but through a couple of bad ideas, heh.”

Shenzi chuckled along with Janja, pulling him in for a hug. “You learned faster than I ever could, and I’m so proud of you for that. You’ve always been clever, Janja”

They pulled in even tighter, eyes squeezing out tears as their smiles became wider and warmer. Janja was so glad his mother was happy for him.

……

“So, you’re not coming home?” Shenzi asked, walking into the main part of the cave.

“Jasiri’s gotta have her leader of her enforcers,” Janja said, glancing back at Jasiri, who was slowly entering said main cave. Banzai and Ed respectfully followed her in.

“And… someone’s gotta be there for our little one along the way…” Janja smiled.

Shenzi gasped, looking over to the approaching Jasiri. Mouth agape. Her boy was going to be a father!

…She was going to be a grandma!

“Okay, you don’t have to come home for good, but you are still so coming home for visits so I can see my little grandbabies.”

Everyone broke into a cackle at Shenzi’s humored request.

The End.

[writteninkat]

hi🧚‍♀️✨ can i request a headcanon for bakugo getting fucked up that his s/o isnt answering the door lol, it can be in the dorms or something. so this morning, my mother was knocking on my door and i woke up but was too lazy to answer it. she gradually started to knock and call louder until she started a fucking earthquke and i thought my door was gonna blow the fuck up. that shit scared me that i finally called back and she thought i couldnt wake up or i fucking died god it was terrifying. that just feels like something bakugo would do lmao. have fun writing💗✨

a/n: lmao this is hilarious cause i do this shit too often to my mom

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You were supposed to be ready by ten am buy now it's fifteen minutes past ten and you're not in the common area nor are you answering your phone. As much as Katsuki thinks of it as a pain in the ass, he decides to walk up your room with a frustrated huff.

How could you forget your date today? You were the one who was so excited for it, you were the one who planned it and you were the one who bugged him all week for it. Where were you?

Katsuki ignores the 'good morning's and 'hello's of the girls he pass by, knocking on your door softly. He remembers how you got mad at him for banging on it the first time and now he's being extra careful not to make that same mistake again.

"Hey idiot. Wake up." He calls but it's silent. He furrows his brows, knocking on your door again but this time, adding a little bit more pressure on his knocks. When you still don't answer, he begins to grow irritated.

"Hey dumbass, weren't you the one begging me for this date? Wake up already." Katsuki huffs, clicking his tongue as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"That's so cute? The both of you are going out on a date? Ribbit." Tsuyu asks, coming out of Uraraka's room with Hagakure right behind her. "Mind your business, damn extras." Katsuki continues to knock on your door as the girls continue gushing about how cute the both of you are.

"That's adorable! So what kind of date is it??? Carnival? Cafe? Mall? A picnic?" Hagakura gushes to which Katsuki sets off tiny explosions in his palms as a means of intimidating his nosy classmate. "To hell I'm answering your shitty questions." He growls, "And dammit why isn't this idiot answering her door?!" Katsuki roars, now already banging on your door.

His irritation is slowly alters to worry. Memories of you crying to him about how tired and stressed out you were this past month creeps to him, causing his heart to beat irregularly. His palms are sweating, his breathing is shallow and he can't help but feel his body shake in worry and anxiety.

"Dumbass answer the door or I'm blowing it up!" Katsuki yells, placing his palm on your dooras he stares at it in worry. He grabs onto the doorknob, trying to twist it both ways but to no avail- it's locked.

"Have you tried calling her-" Katsuki cuts Momo off, "I did! Five times already before I came up here!" Katsuki's tone is laced with worry as he continues pounding on the door.

"I'll go call for Aizawa sensei." Hagakure rushes towards the elevator as the rest of the girls stand back in worry as Katsuki tries to shake your doorknob open. "Fucking dammit Y/n this isn't funny! Open this door now! I'm getting worried for you, you idiot!"

As Katsuki pounds and shouts worriedly at the door outside your room, you, in the other hand, found your old iPod with your old favorites still in it while you were looking for your blow dryer an hour ago. Now you're listening to Rhianna's S&M in full blast with your headphones on as you took your sweet time perfecting your winged liner.

You ignored Katsuki's calls the first five times while you were getting ready, not wanting to get yelled at for being so late. After what felt like forever, you finally perfected your eye liner. You smile, setting the liner down before seeing your door explode open in the mirror.

You turn around, glad you wore your clothes before doing your make up. "Y/n???" You hear Katsuki yell through all the smoke, making you cough. You stand, opening your window to let all the smoke out:

"Katsuki what the hell? Why did you blow up my door for?" You ask, only to be pulled in to a hug. You can feel Katsuki's heartbeat clearly as you are pulled against him. "You fucking idiot! I was worried sick!" Katsuki yells, his arms tightening around you even more.

"What the hell is happening here?" You look around, furrowing your brows at your friends' worried eyes. "Katsuki was banging and shouting at your door for you but you never answered. We got worried so he used his quirk on it." Momo explains to which you sigh at.

You pat your boyfriend comfortingly before pushing him softly away, smiling at him. "You're adorable, you know that?"

Katsuki narrows his eyes at you, "Call me that one more time. I dare you."

Before you can take him up on that challenge, Aizawa walks in, looking completely and utterly upset about the state of your room. "Katsuki you'll be doing community service for the rest of the weekend for entering the girl's side of the dormitory and for breaking school property." He says, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Sir, I was somewhat responsible too so what if I took half of Katsuki's C.S and we do it at Sunday?" Aizawa looks at you as if you've grown two heads and you take his silence as a chance to pull Katsuki by his wrist and up your window.

"We already asked permission and were granted it. We're gonna go on a date now, bye!" You pull Katsuki along with you out the window as the blond uses his quirk to propel the both of you upwards and to the rooftop.

You two run to the other side, hands clasped together. "You know we're gonna get punished even more because of this, right?" Katsuki asks, eyes straight ahead as you smile widely.

"Who cares about school rules right now??? I wanna go pet the kittens in that new cat cafe!"

[slut-and-falcon]

-I picture Fiyero looking like Adam Beach or a young Graham Greene, but with curly hair. And at some points his hair is short because he had/forced to assimilate when we started attending schools outside of the Vinkus, and when he was in the Wizard’s Guard.

-the diamonds described being on Fiyero are more similar to kapemni (Lakota hourglass-looking symbol). The symbol had todo with the stars and sky, and beliefs around them. Not to say that the Arjiki =Lakota; the symbols just were very similar in my head. In the book, we get an omniscient third character reader with some of Elphaba’s inner thoughts and interpretations- it makes since she would describe the tattoos as ‘diamonds’. This isn’t meant to be appropriative, I just think that is what maguire may have been picturing. If this is disrespectful please tell me!

-the old big ice age animals exist in the non-human populated areas of Oz. Idk why I think this, but I do lol. And they are just animals, not Animals. Various groups in the west will group hunt them for food and supplies. I have this vision of mammoths in the Vinkus and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.

-Elphaba doesn’t eat meat (or any food with animal byproduct that would require their deaths or injury) unless 1) she’s starving and it’s her only choice, or 2) someone she trusts hunted and prepared the food (aka Fiyero most likely). She doesn’t want to accidentally eat the remains of an Animal.

-traditional Ozian hunters are trained to recognize the differences between animals and Animals as to avoid accidentally murdering Animals; this became more difficult as Animals were forced to hide in plain sight posing as life stock to avoid being killed or imprisoned by the Wizard-supported forces

-Elphaba has curly hair. Fight me lol. She really didn’t know how to care for it so she always tied it back in a braid or bun. But once she left Oz, she figured out techniques with Fiyero’s help and other refugees’ help

-Elphaba and Fiyero changed their names to Fae and Yero and followed refugee paths out of Oz and into one of the neighboring countries. They received help and thanks from various refugees (human and Animal) who recognized them (but only after Elphaba explained Fiyero was never on the Wizard’s side)

-Fiyero turned back to being a human after years of research. However the ordeal left him disabled, and he had a limp and chronic pain. He jokes that his end goal was to gain her attention while she nurses him back to health.

-Elphaba can sing- this is cannon. She learned to sing due to being forced todo so for her father’s ministry. Once they left the Quaddlings region, and were back in Munchkinland and in a church, she also learned to play the organ.

-Fiyero like to draw (cannon in book). He draws a lot of Elphaba.

-Elphaba has never gotten her hair cut, and her hair became a security blanket of sorts for her. She didn’t cut it until she left Oz.

-Elphaba could do a basic braid and hair bun. Fiyero taught her how to do more complex braiding, and how to braid things into her hair (like flowers)

-Elphaba’s preferred weapon is a good ol’knife and intimidation. Fiyero prefers long distance weapons. He says it’s a self preservation tactic. Elphaba jokes that he’s just scared of her knife skills

-while they were at school, Elphaba and Fiyero were best friends. She tutored him and he encouraged her to come out of her shell. It was very common for them to team up during the Charmed Circle’s hang outs, even when Fiyero and Glinda were dating. And they would tag team play Poker and/or Euchre and wipe the table with everyone

-Fiyero is taller than Elphaba by 2 inches. By she absolutely will push him down into a chair and stand over him to assert her dominance.

-Elphaba isn’t a women but she doesn’t have the language to identify herself as anything else. (Maybe this changes once their leave Oz and she gains the language to describe herself; maybe Fiyero’s mother tongue has words for it)

-most ppl thing Elphaba’s the cat person in the relationship, but actually Fiyero is. He found this stray kitten and brought it home (post leaving Oz). It’s the only animal to prefer Fiyero over Elphaba.

-their relationship communication is 80% sarcasm and sass; they have had to work on their communication skills due to this fact. Before identifying the problem, they got in way too many fights/disagreements due to miscommunication and/or accidentally offending each other.

[misseffie]

Is Gendry illiterate?

Short answer: Probably not. 

Long answer: 

I’ve noticed a lot of fanfiction trying to address Gendry’s illiteracy once he becomes a noble. Most fics depict him as being completely illiterate. Some depict him as having some level of literacy, but not enough for his new position. So let’s try to figure it out, shall we?

Part 1: Literacy

We have this assumption that in medieval times no one could read or write unless they were part of the nobility. That is not quite true. Firstly, we have to understand what it meant to be literate by medieval standards: 

“In Medieval times, “Literate” actually meant able to read and write in Latin, which was considered to be the language of learning. Being able to read and write in the vernacular wasn’t considered real learning at all. Most peasants prior to the Black Death (which really shook up society) had little chance to learn - hard labouring work all of the hours of daylight does’t leave a lot of energy for reading or writing.

It’s worth noting, however the panic amongst the ruling classes when translations of The Bible started to appear written in English. This really started in the late 14th Century (about 30 years after the Black Death). The level of panic suggests that the Ruling Classes knew that the numbers of people who could read and write English was far greater than the numbers who could read Latin.”

However, there is no language quite like Latin in Westeros. The closest we come to something similar is High Valyrian. Which noble children seem to have a basic understanding of. We can safely assume that Gendry doesn’t have extensive knowledge of High Valyrian - so he is illiterate in that regard. But I don’t think High Valyrian is as widely used as Latin was in the Middle Ages. It’s also not a language with religious significance. As the Faith of the Seven doesn’t use High Valyrian the way that the Catholic Church used Latin.

So… taking that into account. What I assume that is meant by “literate” in Westeros is being able to read and write in the Common Tongue. 

I will say that even by those parameters I don’t think most of the commoners would have been literate. However, Gendry was not in the same situation as most of the commoners.

Which leads me to... 

Part 2: Socio-economic class in Medieval Times

The level of literacy among the commonfolk has to be examined on a case by case basis.

Literacy among “peasants” varied a lot depending on circumstance. So, for example, it’s not strange that Davos, who was a smuggler prior to meeting Stannis, was illiterate. Or Gilly, who was completely isolated from the world and in terrible conditions.

But Gendry is in a different situation.

As @arsenicandfinelace pointed out in this cool meta:

Gendry was definitely born low-class, as an unrecognised bastard whose mother was a tavern girl (read: one step away from prostitute). But the whole point of apprenticing with Tobho Mott is that that was a major leap forward for him, socially.

As Davos put it in 3x10, “The Street of Steel? You lived in the fancy part of town.” Yes, a tradesman of any kind is leagues below the nobility, and could never ever be worthy of marrying a highborn girl like Arya. But Tobho Mott is a master craftsman, the best armourer in the capital city of a heavily martial country. As far as tradesman go, he’s the best of the best, and charges accordingly.

There’s a reason Varys had to pay out the ass to get Gendry apprenticed there. If he had stayed, completed his apprenticeship, and eventually taken over the workshop, he would have been very wealthy (by commoner standards) and respectable (again, by commomner standards), despite his low birth.

Tobho Mott is a tradesman and a craftsman. He is part of the merchant class. * Merchants are often referred to as a different class from the rest of the population. The merchant class in Medieval Times was closer to the middle class of contemporary times.

“By the 15th century, merchants were the elite class of many towns and their guilds controlled the town government. Guilds were all-powerful and if a merchant was kicked out of one, he would likely not be able to earn a living again.”

Mott would be considered to be part of the merchant class - and not even a common kind of merchant either. He was the best Blacksmith in all of King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. So we can assume that Tobho Mott was a very wealthy and powerful craftsman and merchant.  

“That many 'middle class' people (tradesmen, merchants and the like) could read and write in the late middle ages cannot be disputed.”

I’m not saying that all tradesmen/merchants/craftsmen were literate back then. It was still a smaller percentage than the nobility. Only the richer and more influential of tradesmen would learn Latin. But I think most of them would be literate enough in the vernacular to run a business. Considering Mott’s reputation and his clientele I’m certain that Mott is part of that literate percentage.

In season 2, Arya accidentally reveals to Tywin that she can read. Realizing her mistake she covers up by saying that her father, a ’stonemason', taught her. Of course, I don’t think that completely fooled Tywin but why did Arya say her father was Stonemason. Why did his profession matter at all? Surely it wouldn’t have mattered if he was a fisherman or a farmer... a peasant is a peasant, right?

Wrong.

“The Medieval Stonemason asserts that they were not monks but highly skilled craftsmen who combined the roles of architect, builder, craftsman, designer, and engineer. Many, if not all masons of the Middle Ages learnt their craft through an informal apprentice system”

“Children from merchants and craftsmen were able to study longer and continuous, so they were able to learn Latin at a later age. This way, everyone learned to read and write (some better than others) sufficiently for their trade.”

Stonemasons were the architects of the time and no doubt the top tier was literate.

Many trades (by the 15th C) required reading and writing, so it was taught to apprentices by the masters. We know from apprenticeship agreements that many masters were expected to continue the apprentice's literacy or start it, which makes sense for the wider viability of the trade.

The War of the Roses took place in the late 15th Century. So I’m guessing that that’s the time period that ASOIAF is mostly based on.

Part 3: Level of literacy

I think it’s safe to say that Gendry has some level of literacy. However, his “level” is pretty much up for debate. If he’d finished his apprenticeship it’s likely he’d have a decent level of reading/writing comprehension. However, near the end of his apprenticeship he was kicked out.

I’m not sure how much Gendry could read/write by the time that he was kicked out by Tobho Mott. But he’d already been his apprentice for 10 years (in show canon). More than enough time to get some basic reading/writing/basic math lessons. 

It seems that show!Gendry is more likely to have a higher level of literacy than book!Gendry. In the show, he leaves Tobho Mott at 16, while in the book he is 14. This is just my own impression, but I think his education would be more complete by age 16 than age 14.

Not to mention that book!Gendry is still in the Riverlands and working for outlaws. But in the show we can assume that Gendry has been smithing in King’s Landing for years and it is insinuated that he owns a shop. Meaning he might have reached “Master” status and can take on apprentices of his own. It might seem like Gendry is too young for that. But it’s actually not that strange. 

“Apprentices stayed with their masters for seven to nine years before they were able to claim journeyman status. Journeyman blacksmiths possessed the basic skills necessary to work alongside their master, seek work with other shops, or even open their own businesses.”

Considering that Gendry has been with Mott for 10 years in show!canon, it’s possible that Gendry was a “journeyman” and not an “apprentice” by the time that Ned meets him in season 1. But he might be nearing the end of his apprenticeship in the books.

Guilds also required journeymen to submit work for examination each year in each area of expertise. So, a journeyman who perhaps crafted swords, locks, and keys would need to submit each item to his guild annually for inspection. If the guild approved the craftsmanship of the products, the journeyman could eventually move up to master status.

The process of becoming a master could take from 2 to 5 years. Considering that Gendry is regarded as talented, it’s likely that he achieved this in a shorter period of time. As a journeyman he also needed to work alongside a master for 3 to 4 years before he could obtain master status. Which would still explain why he was so upset at being kicked out by Mott - it’s like someone getting kicked out while they’re trying to obtain a PHD. 

By the time we meet him in season 7 it’s very possible that Gendry is now considered a master of his trade.

He also seems to be making armour and weapons for “Lannisters” which means he has a mostly noble clientele. He probably has plenty of fancy clients asking for custom-made products. With sketches and measurements and all that shit. Which is not surprising since he probably has a de facto reputation simply by merit of being Tobho Mott’s apprentice (lets ignore how dumb it is that no one discovered that Gendry was in King’s Landing since he made no effort to hide who he was or try to hide from the nobility lol).

Conclusion: 

It’s safe to say that Gendry had some access to higher education. He can probably read and write enough for his line of work. It’s likely that his level would still leave much to be desired once he became a noble though. For comparison, imagine if someone left school at age 11 and was then required to write a college-level thesis. So he’d definitely need some “lordly” writing lessons and further education.

Gendry is still wildly uneducated for what he needs to do. So...

This meme is still gold 10/10

* Correction: Though Mott would be considered part of the same socio-economic class as merchants he is primarily a tradesman/craftsman, and would be referred to as such. Since merchants didn’t produce the goods they sold. However they could belong to the same guild, along with artisans and craftsmen. 

[justfor2am]

2-8, 16, 17, 23, 26, 29, 37, 47, 49, + 50 for the ask game 4 writers or whatever the name is? u rbed it like .5 hours ago i think n i was gna send questions when u originally did but ive had a shit day so i didn't get to until now 😓 don't feel pressured to do them all btw since theres a lot of them!! n also for any of them w specific fics feel free to do whatever fic u want :3

HELLO you are my favorite ever. actually. omg. i hope you feel better soon, i answered all of them btw so i hope this helps

2 not rpf, not beta read, angst, hurt/comfort, yeah that all tracks 100%

3 touching…. big on non-verbal communication acting as whole conversations, big on flowery language (i'm trying to cut back so as to not seem pretentious lol) also scarian. i just wanna write about scarian. they are my everything i must put them into every scenario ever.

4 in 7th Sense how i named all the andriods. scar is GT-2319, numerical code for GTWS. doc, pearl and ren all have similar naming themes lol

5 i'll befriend you in reverse, why the hell is scar stuck in the woods? despite being a powerful fae, he can't leave the enchanted woods, they're like a physical part of himself that has its own sentience and desires. essentially, a deal he made when he was young turned sour, and now the forest follows him everywhere. the woods want scar to live as long as possible, because he's what keeps the woods alive.

6 so soon enough, you'll find you never knew me at all this fic could be seen as a companion to another i wrote, where grian's the second ever Watcher to be "born" and not "chosen". the "void" scar sees in grian? it's a Watcher-side effect.

7 a million dreams for the world we're gonna make, again lmao. this was my first ever HC fic, and i sometimes find myself thinking about that lonely citadel grian's floating on in the middle of the void, akin to a giant bird cage for him to grow up in, alone.

8 It's Never Enough by we are the dirt, i'm really tired rn but i'd be happy to go into why this BANGS if you'd like tmmr

16 idk if you can tell, but i am in fact an enjoyer of actor au!s. give me more, actually.

17 this is a fic i've been TRYING to write but chapter 2 eludes me still: grian's an avian in a world that fears and despises hybrids, he grew up raised by vexes because the rest of his nestmates and mother were slaughtered before he was born, he grows up causing minor problems for human villages to pass the time until he's eventually caught by a trapper, scar. here's chapter one

scar's a vex hybrid himself, but hides it in order to scam his way through life. grian, trapped, is now at the mercy of a mad scientist who, in his desire to quell society's fear of hybrids, wants to dissect him. grian blackmails scar into helping him stay alive and tries to escape, eventually the two finding common ground.

oh, also mumbo's the mad scientist. he makes dioramas of mobs and decorates his lab with them for fun.

23 honestly, a proper superhero au. at least a one shot, but specifically for the romantic tension.

26 no dialogue, easy. honestly i kinda wanna write one with no dialogue just as a challenge.

29 i made a couple of playlists for my actor au, here's some notable songs from grian's and scars':

grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo You Stupid Bitch by girl in red

scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

(again, very sleep, happy to go into more detail later)

37 skeleton is the best fucking fic i've ever written and i will forever stand by that. yes it's short. yes it's a one-shot. please don't let that deter you, it's the best scar characterization i've ever done in my life. read it. please.

47 though i've closed my eyes, i know who you pretend i am is a pair of steel-toed boots. once perfectly shined and polished, a seemingly important royal crest stamped on the outer skin of the tongue, but the silver has seen better days, worn down from exposure to the elements. still, they are well loved, the original, now somewhat ratty laces tied in double knots, a bow on each shoe still low enough to threaten tripping. these shoes are still in continual use, despite being told a fancier pair would be a smarter choice. no, he quite liked these ones, thank you very much.

49 i'm meant to be working on chapter 19 of my actor au, butttt i've not started so have some bullshit i just came up with instead:

The pair had set up rules for a good reason.

"You're staring again."

One of them had a inclination towards a poor memory.

"Is that a crime?"

Grian could only hope Scar would try and remember.

"It's about to be."

50, answering 25 as a cheeky bonus: https://www.onelook.com/ is a GODSEND. the thesaurus page? heavenly.

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