#where they might

[heireign]

@worthyheir : does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ( ZODIAC HEADCANONS )

see, that's a difficult question because the answer is both absolutely and not in the way you'd think - like she wants to be remembered well, she wants to have been considered a good queen, and a good person to have so many people hedging their bets on her ascension and throwing their support behind her - she wants to make that worth it. though she can not really do as much during her own reign as queen that she may well want to, and she does want to, but she can shift the general perspective and feeling toward absolute primogeniture into an air of potential acceptance that can be implemented during the reign of her son. she does not have any illusions that she can push so far down the path of progression its a law she can pass herself. but she can set them on that path by ruling, and ruling well, and giving the realm a prolonged period of stability and prosperity under a female ruler - and that way, jacaerys can pass that law that makes absolute primogeniture set in stone in westeros. she is under no illusion that her legacy is going to be one of such monumental change, because she was always aware that she was by and large considered the exception by even the lords and ladies who supported her as queen, she was hoping that her reign and she herself would embody a new precedent being set. she was hoping that her ascension would crack open the door a little bit so that if jace named his daughter as his heir, it would be a lot less difficult to do and there would be a lot less push back to the potential ascension of her granddaughter then what she herself faced as heir to the throne.

she cannot say any of this out loud, of course. she cannot verbalize what her intentions are for the realm as queen in that sense because that would imply that she was going to muddy the waters a bit too much. she was going to do something that would endanger the powers of the lords of the realm who had elder sisters who could potentially rival their own claims and take that power from them - because it would be theirs by right. she has to play very much on the straight and narrow when it comes to her political career so she can advance in a way that plainly, does not make her more trouble then what she's worth. but it is an end goal that she has shared with her son, it's an end goal that she has talked with at length with her boys. she's engrained at least in her eldest two sons the importance of the subtleties of manuevering politics and the art of moving and advancing in a place where one wrong move can have the whole palace whispering behind your back and plotting your downfall. she's engrained in them the virtues that she herself prioritizes and holds the most dear like the importance of honor, and duty, and loyalty and adhering to oaths and promises that one makes. she's brought them up with a prioritization for family, and familial loyalties as opposed to personal ambition and brought them with the understanding that jacaerys is gonna be king, and baela is gonna be his queen, and they're all gonna have places in his court.

her own legacy in her eyes pales in comparison to what her children embody in that sense. she wants to be remembered as a good, stable choice for queen that only brought betterment to the realm and gave them a king that brought real, lasting change for them. she does not care if she's remembered less then they are, she doesn't care if she is remembered at all, in truth. even if the memory of her fades between one generation and the next, as long as she did do good in the long run she doesn't care if her memory lasts in the hearts of people who did not know her. she wants her children and her grandchildren to be left with a memory of her that they're proud to claim. but she wants them to be remembered, she wants them to be great, and she wants them to be remembered as well as the conqueror or king jaehaerys was remembered. she wants them to have a lasting impression in this world - and she has taught them how to handle the weight of it. because she does have such a genuine belief in their potential, she believes that they can be great in a way that she can't inevitably because of how stymied her political career is by her gender. and how little she can truly do because of it, and like, they embody so much of her hope, they are her hope - her own, and her hope for the realm at large. they are her legacy, and they are what she hopes is remembered that she did. above all that she's done, she hopes that they are what she's remembered for.

[noka-exe]

Damian Wayne comes across a classic christmas carol known well among the children of gotham… pt [1/?]

[chaichai-draws]

Personally I think that Telemachus permanently and irreversibly changed Athena for the better, more on that at twelve

[ruushes]

sleeping arrangements (not sure tara would ever actually deign to sleep in the same 20ft radius as shovel but who can resist those big shiny insectoid black eyes 🥺)

plus:

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I wonder how many heart-attacks Blackwall and Solas have per day when Cole is around.

[marciaillust]

almost blown out bsky / twt / ig

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[batsyheere]

Duke, who is tired of being bullied for still having only a few spots checked off on vigilante bingo, decides to get even when family game night includes Never Have I Ever. Danny, who is either a friend or basically adopted family at this point, was invited.

He brings up the fact that he has never died and been brought back to life. Multiple fingers are put down, groans and complaints are made, and then they all turn to Danny when he just stares at the ground.

"If it happened more than once, do I put more fingers down? Or just the one?" he asks. The room falls silent for a few seconds before the flood of questions start.

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about older bf!simon that doesn’t have to understand it to get behind it

“y’sure sweet’art? i could do with a shower”

you didn’t have to say anything, just had to look at him a certain way to tell him everything he had to know

“oh, thas’ the point innit?”

he doesn’t get it, but he always gets it

thick thighs spread on the couch with a spit-slicked fist stroking his cock steadily

your tongue rolling over his balls, sucking one into your mouth as you dug your fingernails into the taught muscle of his legs

“jus’ like that, oh- you filthy fuckin’ thing, you”

he smelt like hard work, like a long day, like manual labour, like-

he smelt like simon

the sound of your deep inhale wasn’t lost on him, making his eyes roll back in his head as it accompanied the lewd wet sounds of your lips

beating his cock faster, the other slipped around the back of your head to pull you in and keep you right where he wanted you

doesn’t have to understand to enjoy

“thas’ it, hold y’head steady f’me now”

[chloesimaginationthings]

Into the pit is FNAF’s own Coraline story..

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[gerrykeay]

im not putting this post into words. beams into your mind The Parallels

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[gunstellations]

encounter (1/?)

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cont. of unfamiliar side

[0vergrowngraveyard]

mr and mrs prower seeing the child they abandoned suddenly on the news being praised because he singlehandedly stopped a missile from blowing up a whole city