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flaneganphlog · 13 days ago
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1 night in Sipitang.
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Attending a friend's wedding, 2 2-hour drive from Kota Kinabalu.
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After the wedding, ended up hanging out at Esplanade until Sunset. Also if you're in Sipitang, they are well known for their Satay.
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Captured with X-Pro 1 w/ Fujinon 23mm F2 Lens on Astia Film Simulation. Drone: DJI Mavic 2 Pro.
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illumous · 9 months ago
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I finished my first run of bg3! A comic about my Tav as a last little farewell. It was fun playing you, dearest Jelibeen.
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dreamyblossommwrites · 7 months ago
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Bakugou having a soft spot for his gf
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Its not like you two told everyone youre dating, one day you just decided to start a relationship after long time of dancing around eachother. There was no big announcement to your friends that now you date Katsuki, but you also didnt hide it either. If someone asked you whats going on with you two, you would answer honestly, and you think Kats would do the same.
But Its not like anyone would ask, even if they are not 100% sure, they can see all the signs.
They see how his angry look becomes soft the second you enter the room, how all his attention is on you when you say or do something in the common area. He even shares his spicy ramen with you! And dont get me started on the movie nights with bakusquad, how he lets you rest your head on his arm, going completely motionless when he realize youre asleep. Only barking at the rest to "shut the hell up" when they are to loud, ignoring the teasing from his friends. Oh and the little, almost not visible smirk appearing on his face when you ran up to him, all happy and proud of yourself after you won the training match, giving you a quick pat on the head and a "good job" making you smile even more. Also the little sleepovers in your room? Mina still cant stop laughing when she remembers Bakugou sitting on your bed, watching a movie with you while you apply a face mask on him 😭..
Yeah, you dont need to tell them youre dating. The actions speaks for you two <3
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readychilledwine · 7 months ago
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A Page From Another's Book
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Eris Week - Day 1 - Bonds and Bargains
Summary - After 2 full years without you acknowledging the bond, Eris is willing to do whatever it takes for just a moment of your time
Warnings - Smut, choking (kind of), mating bonds, forced proximity, slight manipulation, and possibly a few missed errors. If you see them, no, you didn't 👀
A/N - Happy @erisweekofficial! I have challenged myself this week to try to use both prompts in one fic. Why? Because I could not choose! They were so good this year.
🍂Eris Week Masterlist🍂Eris Masterlist🍂Master Masterlist🍂
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears 💕💕
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The look in your eyes was not what a male wanted to see from their mate. You looked at Eris like you hated him, a soft snarl always playing on lips too plush to have been real.
But Gods that look did things to him. Things that had his own smirk growing as you two stared at each other in silence, waiting for Rhysand to finish looked over the contact for trade Beron had forced his heir to come present. Rhysand was using his hand to hide a smirk.
The scent of the bond between Eris and y/n was potent. Honey and apples. Ginger and cinnamon. The High Lord understood now why so many of his family members complained about the way his and Feyre's scents mix. He could hardly tell who was who anymore but he couldn't stop breathing it in all the same.
“You can go sister, I believe I can hold my own against our dear Eris,” Rhysand dismissed you so easily. Your eyes met his in silent conversation before you stood, black dress swishing as you did and walked out of the room.
Eris felt himself relax then, body melting as he and Rhysand began to show each other vulnerability, “You told me she'd warm up to me by now.”
Rhys pinched his brows, “Y/n is a complex creature. Beautiful as the rising moon, complex as the stars.”
“And crafted from the very darkness between them,” Eris's fingers rolled, nails tapping the table in a pattern of annoyance. “What do I do?”
“Force her into a bargain,” Rhysand was half joking as he struck out a line on Beron's trade agreement. He paused, sharp mind and eyes hitting Eris. “That.. May actually work.”
Eris looked at Rhysand like he had grown two heads, “She would not make a bargain with me, she hates me.”
“She likes knowledge more than she hates you, trust me. And, Eris Vanserra, you live in a court she has never been able to go to.”
Eris fell into a brief moment of silence, “And you believe this could work?”
“It turned out well for me,” Rhysand picked at his jacket. “Make a bargain with her, force her to spend time with you.”
Rhysand slid the contract back over, a look of annoyance on his face as he did, "Your father,” the word spoken with such disdain, “needs to learn what fair terms actually means.”
“I do not believe my Father would know fair if it bit him in the ass,” that snake like smirk came forward. “Luckily, it will be me you deal with soon-”
“Is it not you I deal with already,” Rhys groaned. “Anyways, y/n. Bargain her a week in Autumn in exchange for intel.” He said it so casually, having accepted what the Fates and Cauldron decided would be with you the second the bond snapped during the war with Hybern.
And what a dramatic way for it to have snapped. A fight between Autumn and Night's emissaries leading to you pinning the heir to the ground, dagger at his throat.
It was one thing you and Azriel had in common:
Going for the jugular whenever you two deemed it fit.
Rhys waved a hand dismissing Eris, “I'm sure she is in the hall, waiting to guide you to your room.”
And you were, leathers clinging to every curve, one wing stretched out while you pulled your arm across your body, “Sore, assassin?”
Defiant eyes met his, narrowing slightly as he stared, “Only by the sight of you, heirling.” You began to walk away from him, forcing Eris to follow you to his room in Hewn City. Footsteps fell in time, breathing in sync as the bond between you two pulled and flickered.
It wasn't tense, but the quiet that lingered was thick. There were mountains of emotions between you two. Anger that lingered from years of what he claims was all an act and lies.
“You look beautiful today,” you were the only being he ever spoke this gently to. “Your hair has gotten longer.”
“Are we making casual observations?”
Eris smirked at the way your held a bite yet your eyes were soft. You were truly the most beautiful creature he had ever gotten to lay eyes on. In a dress, armor, casual clothing, leathers. Your confidence was unmatched. You owned every room you walked into. He admired that about you.
Eris opened the door to his room, hand going just above the small of your back to usher you in, “I have an offer for you.”
You leaned against the wall, a shadow coming to check on you. It indicated he was on a time crunch, that your brother would be coming soon. “I am listening.”
“Come with me to Autumn. A week of your time in one of my private residences in exchange for intel on my father.”
Your mind began to race at the possibilities. Bringing home info to Rhysand that the Night Court could use was like dangling a sparkling object infront of a fish. He knew you would bite. “What is in it for you?”
“You. Just one week where I get to see my mate in my court, in our fashion, enjoying our food. Such a small thing to give me in exchange for the knowledge I will give you, and your ability to stay safely in a court you've never enjoyed.”
It was tempting, so tempting the shadow on your shoulder panicked and ran to Azriel. “What's the catch?” You moved to sit on the chair, long legs crossing at the ankles as the two of you continued staring each other down.
“No catch, my lady.” He moved to you, a hand touching the loose hair from your braid. It was a bold and dangerous choice, touching you so freely. “Just a week in exchange for information. That's all I wager.”
His hand raised to you, the freckled skin calloused from training and earning his place as a general, but so soft. Hands spoke volumes to you, and his were so similar to Rhysand's. You raised your hand slowly and took his, feeling the warmth from his skin heating yours.
The bargain mark for you was nothing, a small rune on the inside of your left ring finger, but he flinched slightly before moving to the mirror across the room and pulling up his shirt. He rolled his eyes at the small matching rune above his heart. “What does it say?”
“Agape,” you responded quietly. “We need to leave if you plan on getting out of this alive. Azriel is coming.”
He grabbed your without hesitation, without even putting his shirt back on. Fire and smoke surrounded you before the silence of a cabin. Soft whimpers immediately started before howling. Loud howling. 12 hounds all began to point their noses to the skies they couldn't see. It was a celebration of his arrival home before the smallest then began to pawn at the door.
Eris just smiled as he made his way over, “Be back before dinner,” he told them, patting each one on the head as they can out into the warded clearing. Your feet carried you behind them, eyes wide in wonder as you took in the colors of the trees.
Warmth.
A fireplace with a good book and spiced cider.
Chilled air and pumpkins.
You had always longed to see Autumn, but Beron's prejudice towards Illyrians always got in the way. “Eris..” You were speechless as you admired the woods, the crunchy leaves on the ground. “Its-”
“Home,” he finished as he leaned on the railing watching his hounds. “We're right on the border of Autumn and Winter. There are times where the run rises and sets on the creek and lake near by that makes the snow of Winter appear like it is on fire.” His smile was so soft, eyes relaxed, muscles even slowly loosing tension. “This is my favorite cabin I have. The village nearby is quiet, open minded, hates my father.”
“That seems to be a reoccurring theme,” you jumped in.
Eris smirked but didn't say anything. “Can I offer you more comfortable clothing? A drink?”
Night one with him was filled with you two reading silently, one of his hounds being the first to inch his way into your lap and cuddle. Rhysand had not checked in, Azriel had not searched for you. Not even a mocking letter from Nesta. It was peace, bliss that allowed your guard to fall down.
He allowed you to sleep alone in a spare bed, not even asking as you used your ability to shift to get rid of your wings for the night and stole his sweater to sleep in.
The smell of bacon woke you from your lay in. A rare lazy morning that had you stretching as you walked on in just his sweater.
It felt so domestic, natural to both of them. He wordlessly handed her coffee and sugar, sipping his own. He was shirtless, lean form on display and making your brain spiral to the what ifs. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he continued cooked breakfast, knowing you could not do it.
“How far do you powers as a wild form go?” You glanced at him, not ready to speak without at least getting one sip of coffee in. His hands shot up in defense, a graceful step back as he did. “I am asking because I wanted to leave you with some marks so you could do shopping. Observe the village here.”
You only hummed, reaching for a finished piece of the crispy bacon and bending down to give it to the sweet hound that had attached himself to you. “What's his name?”
Eris sneered as you gave his well trained pet a piece of bacon, dark brown eyes meeting his like it was a victory, “That is Whiskey.” The Hound seemed to skip away as you stood up, “And you will not spoil him.”
“Says the male who had 3 in his bed last night and the rest all in fluffy dog beds that a nicer than what some poor lower fae have.”
“They are orthopedic. Smoke hounds require comfort for their limbs,” his tone was definitely defensive. Almost parental. “They are faithful companions. They deserve comfort.”
You were thankful for your ability to hide laughter, but your eyes began to betray you. This male was not the one you knew, the one who you believed left your dear friend for dead. “To answer the earlier question, it's limitless, like Tamlin's ability, only less effort and my scent is hidden.”
“So you can spend my coin today,” he tossed the bag casually on the counter. He moved the pan from the heat before reaching around you, “You are even beautiful in the morning.” He'd carry the torch for you. He'd carry it even if you rejected the bond, as pathetic as that was.
Day two with him was filled with heated glances that grew the more he showed you who he was. Touches that lingered as he took you from shop to shop, purchasing candies, clothing, books.
He was a handsome male. You'd be a fool to lie if you said otherwise.
The third evening is when things became more. The bond was humming, desperate for anything to happen between you two. Music was playing softly as you two read again. You books on the history of Autumn, Eris a novel he refused to let you see the cover of. His fingers swayed his bookmark in a small dance, the movement as smooth as you had witnessed as he and Nesta glided across the floors of Hewn City.
“You're staring,” He said without looking to you. “Did your high lord never teach you it's impolite to stare?”
“Maybe if your bookmark wasn't waving all over the place while you read your smut,” you muttered back at him. Amber eyes met yours, brows raised as he mouth tried to formulate a response.
“It's not smut. It's a love story!”
You snatched the book from him, the brief contact of your body against his making the bond pound, “Her body sang for him. Each roll of his hips setting fire to her veins,” Your voice reading those lines had the scent in the air shifting. He could no longer mask his need for you as he took a deep breath. “His length filled her, reaching places inside of her she'd never find without him, pulling sob after sob from swollen lips as she held to him.”
“Enough.” He grabbed the novel back and drank his whiskey like a shot as he stared at you now.
No more words passed as you tell held eye contact.
No pointed remarks. No jokes.
The music seemed to fade as the bond began ringing in your ears.
2 years. 2 years if knowing who your mate was. 2 years without even so much as a kiss.
It was finally too much. You had never enjoyed slow burn romances. Why turn this into one when the longing lingered all the same.
Perhaps he closed the gap. Or maybe you did, but it happened. His lips on yours in a passionate kiss, dominating you quickly by tugging your hair back to angle your head.
There was no looming war. No assassinations waiting to happen. No lingering past wounds. Not as he lifted you, laying you down infront of the fire place.
Not as he pulled your shirt off, then his own.
Not as he kissed down your body, nipping and marking his favorite places to remind him to spend more time there later. Neither of you could wait. Neither of you wanted to.
Your bodies were born ready and aching for each other. Like two halves forced apart and just waiting to collide.
Even in the heat of this moment, he looked at you, eyes searching for a sign of doubt, for anything that didn't ring a resounding yes. All he found was lust. Heavy deep want weighing on both of your souls.
He reminded you that you two were nothing more than stardust. Stardust given life and form. Needs and wants. A chance.
You understood the book now as he filled you, stretching you after time spent without a partner. You understood that now, too. Understood why Lucien was all too happy to wait as well.
It had never felt like this. Sex had never felt like coming home. Like your soul was nurtured as he wrapped your legs around his hips. As he moved, he used the bond to instantly get his feedback. He wanted you to sing for him, to cry his name, and when he found that soft spot inside of you, he knew he could have it.
His movements focused on that spot as you grabbed his forearms, back arching off the ground for him, mouth falling into a silent scream.
“Look at me, y/n,” he panted. “Look at me when I make you see the heavens.”
His thumb moved to your clit, circling and rolling it in time with his hips, watching as your breasts bounced.
There wasn't an inch of you Eris wasn't instantly falling in love with. You were exquisite. Not too thin, curves in all the right places. Muscles strong and flexible.
“You are better than I dreamed,” he moaned. “A muse hidden to all but me.”
You whispered his name, eyes squeezing shut as the coil began to build and tighten. He would be the death of you. You of him if he wished, “Eris.”
“Sing for me, my fire.”
The coil built more and more, “Eris!”
He kept pushing and kept hitting that spot. He wouldn't last, not with the way you two fit like a puzzle. With the way your warmth hugged him. But you were also there, dangling from the edge by a string Eris held in his hands.
“Eris, please?”
“What do you need,” he whispered. “I want to hear it. Beg for me it.”
Your hands trembled as you moved his hand that wasn't occupied with your sensitive clit to your throat, eyes looking at him in silent understanding.
Life had not been gentle or kind to you, nor to him, love would not be either.
He squeezed softly, only enough to make you feel the euphoria. His pace picked up, driving hard and faster into you.
It was a chain reaction as you hit your high, screaming his name like you had in all of his dreams. He followed you over, groaning loudly before he praised you and worked you through your heightened state. Screams fell to soft whimpers, whimpers to pants.
Eris waited until the shaking set in, until he knew you were done to pull out before standing to grab a cloth to clean you. Soft kisses were shared as he took care of you before wrapping you both in a blanket.
You two said nothing as you processed what happened.
You didn't even mention the mark on his left hip. One that you knew. That matched Mor’s only hidden mark.
You just processed. Processed that you knew deep down that you loved him. Processed that in few days the bargain mark you shared would disappear from you both, fulfilled and nothing more than a smear on your histories.
In a few days, you'd be going back to the Night Court.
And you couldn't help but you find yourself considering if that was truly home.
How could it be when it wasn't where your mate was?
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fictonrantsworld · 1 year ago
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Bro my queen helaena has no respect for viserys legit look at these cut scenes from bts of hotd ep 8 of viserys coming in to the dining room...😭
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My girl has no respect for her neglectful father like..🤣😂😅 she immediately sat after one sec.
Say whatever about aegon and helaenas relationship but, girl fr prioritized examining and toying with aegons insect gift that he got for her, than her dying father, like girlie...
Bro even aegon stood for a while like...
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Aegons look of anger at his father, when he said he loves them all, and helaenas look at viseryss face like...oh yeah...I'm supposed to feel bad for your lost eye but when aemond looses an eye it's nothing huh.
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geniemillies · 4 months ago
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i became possessed and drew too hard to the sun, so much so i started painting backgrounds (it was not fun). for u @achaotichuman and all the tamcien stans 🫶 day 5, first time. i drew their first meeting the idea came to me while maladaptive daydreaming
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"Lucien left and without his title protecting him, three brothers went out to kill him. Only one came back alive. He killed one. I killed the other."
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"Then I claimed Lucien as my own—named him emissary."
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i channeled recently exiled, loverless, hunted by his brothers/brother killer lucien's inner anguish and depicted it too well im sorry i will never draw him this sad again :( i imagine him very angry for what happened to jesminda but i like to think he regrets killing his brother sometimes. mayhaps. if not then maybe a little sorry for his mom. do u think he thinks she's disappointed in hiiiim, oh look at my youngest he's just like his father kind of thoughts, do u thiiiink—
'claimed him as my own' ⁉️⁉️⁉️ eating my hands. i know tamlin, i know. spring was lucien's home and that is hiiis high loooord 💥💥💥 hate it when someone comes along and tells him 'spring was never a home to you, you just liked it for its revelries you know you wanna do something else' I DON'T WANNA HEAR IIIIIT. U DON'T EVEN KNOW HIIIIM. SHE KNOWS WHO SHE IIIIIS 🫵
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reashee · 29 days ago
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Sylki cuddling. 🩷
Made by me!
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sankta-wraith · 9 months ago
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One thing I think is really important when it comes to understanding Daemon and Rhaenyra's relashionship is the fact that Daemon doesn't show his love through words, he does it through actions. Quite frankly I'm not sure he knows how to verbally express love. He can't support her emotionally, but he can still do other things for her.I think this is shown really well in season 1 episode 10 and season 2 episode 1.
When Rhaenyra learns of her father's death and the Green's usurpation of her throne, she goes into premature labor almost imediatly, so there is no time for her to start planning her bid for the Iron Throne. Daemon takes the liberty of starting to plan the beginings of the war, and in doing so leaves Rhaenyra to endure childbirth alone. There is a very memorable scene in which Daemon schemes with Rhaenyra's small council at the Painted Table, whilst Rhaenyra screams in the background, even calling out for him at one point. Daemon makes no move to go to her and simply continues to plan a war, at least until Jace informs him that Rhaenyra doesn't want anything done until she is able to join them. Even then he does not join her. He goes to threaten two members of the Kingsguard with Caraxes, so as to ascertain that they will remain loyal to Rhaenyra. Now, when I first watched this scene, I, and probably everyone else, assumed that Daemon was taking the opportunity provided by Rhaenyra's premature labor to seize control and have the war start on his terms. Rhaenyra also seems to believe this, as when Jace inquires about Daemon's wherabouts she says "Off planning his war." However, upon rewatching that episode, I think that think that Daemon refusing to attend Rhaenyra in her labors and instead planning a war for her, is actually his way of trying to help her. Daemon is thinking that, while he does not know how to comfort her, and hold her hand, and help her through childbirth, he does know a thing or two about war. In his mind, he's essentially saying something along the lines of "I cannot help you there, so let me remain here where I am of use to you," because, as I said above, Daemon expresses love through his actions, not his words. I think at least part of him wants to be there for Rhaenyra, but he just doesn't know what he can say or do that would help her, so he focuses on what he can do: getting the council together and starting to plan, so that when Rhaenyra comes back he can show her that he's done something of use.
Then, when the child is stillborn, Rhaenyra once again needs comfort and reassurance that Daemon just does not know how to give. There is a scene of them, standing in front of their daughter’s funeral pyre, and you can see him give her this very concerned look, and kind of glance over like he wants to say something, but he doesn't, because he just does not know what he's supposed to say. Then Ser Erryk (or maybe Arryk, I can never remember,) arrives with the crown, and Daemon is relieved because he might not be able to offer her kind words, but he can be the one to put that crown on her head. A gesture that is even more meaningful if you consider how much he wants that crown. By being the one to physically place the crown on her head, he is telling her "I'm sorry that I can't be there for you, but I love you and I will support you." Then they go back to the war council, and Rhaenyra is asking about their numbers, and Daemon is the first one to speak. He starts talking almost before Rhaenyra finishes asking, he seems almost eager (even though their numbers are nothing to be eager about,) because she's finally asking him for something he can give. This is his chance to show her that, even if he cannot be there for her emotionally, he can still do this. He can organize this war and help her win, and do damn good job of it. This is really how Daemon says "I love you."
Then fast forward to 2x01, and Luke is dead, and Rhaenyra once again needs a level of emotional support he's simply not equipped to give, only this time, there is nothing else he can do to help her. He tries to convince Rhaenys to fly to Kings Landing, but she refuses, so he can do nothing except sit around, helplessly, while Rhaenyra mourns. Then she comes back, and he tries to be supportive, by asking if she "found what she needed," but she doesn't answer him. Instead, she declares that she "wants Aemond Targaryen." In Daemon's mind, she has essentially told him that to comfort her, he must have Aemond killed. So he uses his contacts in the City Watch to arrange it. I think one of the reasons he gave Blood and Cheese such vague instructions as to what to do if they can't find Aemond, is because he needs something for Rhaenyra. He can't be helpless any more. (Note: I am in no way condoning Blood and Cheese, or saying that Daemon did the right thing. I am simply trying to understand him and his choices better. Please dont come after me.) But then it fails. Catastrophically. And not only has Daemon failed to help Rhaenyra, he has made things much worse.
So he goes to Harrenhal to get the support of the river lords. But, so far, he has achieved next to nothing. (Obviously he's been busy with the hauntings and home renovations.) But he will not admit to Rhaenyra that he's failing miserably, so he ignores her ravens and sends none of his own. (I don't believe any of the bullshit Ryan Condal is trying to spin about him betraying her.) Because he will not go back to Dragonstone empty handed. Because to Daemon, that would be like telling Rhaenyra he doesn't love her anymore.
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cateyesinlove · 10 months ago
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I find it so incredibly fascinating that it has been revealed that Criston Cole and Alicent have been having an affair for years and they are both still incredibly obsessed with Rhaenrya! like yall been banging and still just the mention of Rhaeneryas name sends Criston Cole into a straight dude punches the wall rage and Alicent in a, I am a catholic woman who upholds the traditional values of family and womanhood and I am superior to you.
you can't make this shit up is so funny😭😂
It’s so wild to go back and listen to rhaeneryas speech when Alicent WANTED TO TAKE A CHILDS EYE WITH HER DAGGER, about how exhausted she must be under her cloak of self righteousness 😘🤌🏽 good shit because Alicents reaction makes so much more sense, she thought Rhanerya knew of her little secret.
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darkest-fantasy · 11 months ago
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I can just imagine Elain and Lucien stuck at an Inn. Lucien is hurt, it is raining, they’re both frustrated. Then it all comes out all at once, all the feelings bottled up after all these years.
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“I burn for you. I burn for someone who does not feel the same!”
“You burn for me?” Elain asks, one hand placed over her throat.
“Why do you think I went to find Vassa? With no army, no resources? Completely blind into dangerous territory?” He says in a whisper.
Elain takes a step back, her back hitting the wall, shaking her head in disbelief. “I-”
Lucien lowers his head but takes a step forward, closing in on them. He places a hand on the wall behind them. Elain can feel his heat elapse along his skin.
“I’ve burned for you even before I knew you were my mate. I burned for you when I broke out of those restraints. I’ve burned for you the second I laid my eyes on you.”
There was one single pause, and then Elain felt the tug, his heart, his heat.
“I burn for you.” Elain could not believe she said it, that it finally all came out.
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dark-cherrypie · 4 months ago
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Three Idiots (Dabi, Hawks and Endeavor)
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Summary: It's tough competition to receive an internship offer from Endeavor's agency. Endeavor somehow ended up getting three idiotic interns, one of them happens to be his son, the daughter of his rival, and a fucking chicken. TLDR, I need more Pro-Hero Dabi AUs because what the fuck Horikoshi
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In Endeavor's Main Office, an unusual sight unfolded-- one you wouldn’t expect in a place as rigid and disciplined as Endeavor’s Agency. Seated seiza-style on the floor in front of the imposing central desk were three interns: Hawks, Dabi, and [Name]. Each wore a different expression-- Hawks appeared uneasy, Dabi wore a smug grin, and [Name] stared blankly into the distance, lost in thought. The tension in the room was palpable.
Endeavor, the Flame Hero, loomed over them, his fiery glare fixed on the trio.
“Let’s address your recent failures,” Endeavor growled, his voice a low rumble that demanded attention. “Hawks-- engaging in unauthorized fraternizing with admirers? You jeopardized the mission for your own amusement.”
Hawks shifted, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by visible discomfort.
“Dabi,” Endeavor continued, his glare narrowing. “Your refusal to cooperate with your teammates has crippled team cohesion and effectiveness. And the property damage-- completely avoidable if you had let [Name] contain your flames.”
Dabi met Endeavor’s fiery stare with unbothered defiance, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“And you, [Name],” Endeavor said sharply, flames flickering more intensely around him. His disappointment was evident. “For someone raised by All Might-- even if adopted-- I expected at least a shred of his work ethic. Your lack of situational awareness is disgraceful. You should be capable of managing yourself without relying on others.”
[Name] remained unmoved, their calm demeanor only stoking Endeavor’s irritation further.
The flames around him flared hotter. “Do any of you understand the consequences of your actions? This isn’t a playground! Lives are at stake, and your incompetence is unacceptable!”
The three interns sat in silence, the weight of Endeavor’s words pressing down on them.
“Well?!” Endeavor’s voice barked, breaking the silence that had stretched on too long. “Do you three have anything to say for yourselves?”
Hawks shifted his gaze between Dabi and [Name], hesitating before slowly raising his hand as if to ask a question. Endeavor fought the urge to roll his eyes. “What is it, Hawks?”
“If anyone should be blamed here,” Hawks said slowly, “it’s Dabi.” Dabi shot him a sharp side-eye. Hawks, usually the type to stay out of drama, couldn’t keep quiet any longer, especially with Endeavor’s wrath focused on him. “I was just asking the civilians for directions because Dabi kept running off without us. One thing led to another, and they wanted photos with me. I couldn’t exactly say no.”
“Aw, boo-hoo,” Dabi cut in, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. “Poor Mr. Birdbrain, upset because the ladies couldn’t keep their hands off him.” Hawks glared at him, but before he could retort, Dabi interrupted again. “Besides, the property damage wasn’t that bad.”
Endeavor’s gaze hardened at Dabi’s dismissal.
“It was Airhead’s fault for not being able to keep up with me in the first place,” Dabi added casually, throwing [Name] under the bus.
Endeavor’s flames flared to life, licking the edges of his desk as his anger reached a boiling point. “Enough!” he bellowed, his voice shaking the room. “If you refuse to follow orders and work as a team, you have no place here.”
Dabi’s smirk faltered just a bit, but he quickly masked it with an exaggerated eye roll, muttering under his breath, “Whatever.”
Endeavor’s gaze shifted, now focusing intently on [Name]. “And you,” he growled, his tone darkening, “if you think daydreaming is acceptable in my office, you’re mistaken.”
[Name] blinked slowly, turning to look at him, seemingly unphased. “Huh?”
Endeavor’s flames sputtered, caught off guard by their utter lack of concern. “Did you even hear a word I just said?”
“Something about situational awareness,” [Name] replied nonchalantly, scratching their head. “Look, I wasn’t relying on anyone. Dabi’s flames are... a lot. I’m working on it.”
“WORKING ON IT?!”
Without warning, Endeavor grabbed Hawks by the face with his left hand and [Name] with his right, then, in one swift motion, slammed their faces directly into Dabi’s skull.
The sound of impact echoed through the room, followed by a cacophony of pained yowls. Hawks crumpled to the side, clutching his head with one hand while his wings flapped wildly in an attempt to stabilize himself, his feathers zooming out of control. “Ow, ow, ow!” he howled, his feathers ruffling in panic.
Dabi’s body folded like a wet noodle as he staggered back, gripping his skull as if it were going to explode. “WHAT THE HELL, DAD?!” he groaned, knees buckling.
Meanwhile, [Name] was flailing in the air, crying out in exaggerated distress. “This is abuse!” they shouted between kicks, their legs spinning like a windmill. “I’m seriously going to have a concussion!”
Endeavor stood over the three interns, watching the chaos unfold with a cold, unwavering gaze. The room was filled with the sounds of groaning, wing flapping, and the occasional squawk of protest. The intensity of his earlier anger still lingered in the air like the remnants of a firestorm, but the flames around his body had simmered down to a mere flicker.
He crossed his arms, watching them writhe on the floor with a mix of annoyance and what could almost be interpreted as... disappointment?
“Alright, enough.” His voice was still low but controlled, like the calm before the storm. “You’re all fine. Stop acting like you’re going to die.”
Dabi, still clutching his head, groaned and slowly sat up. “Fine? I feel like my brain’s about to melt.” He glared at Endeavor, his tone half sarcastic, half pained. “You can’t just slam people’s faces together like that! What are you, a villain?”
Endeavor’s fiery gaze narrowed, but his expression softened ever so slightly. “Maybe you’ll think twice before burning everything you see to the ground.” He didn’t give Dabi a chance to argue further before turning to [Name], who was still kicking the air and wailing melodramatically.
“I swear, if you don’t stop flailing-- ”
“I’m going to be permanently concussed!” [Name] wailed, dramatically clutching their head like it might fall off. “This is what happens when you treat us like human bumper cars! How are we supposed to get anything done when you keep slamming us into each other like this?! How are we supposed to work like this?”
Endeavor sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re all impossible.”
Hawks, who had slowly managed to straighten himself up, gave Endeavor a pointed look. “This is what happens when you don’t take a breather before laying down the law, boss. You’ve got a temper, y’know?” He rubbed his head with a slight wince, his usual smug grin returning. “Not that I’m complaining, but someone could use a vacation.”
Endeavor shot him a sharp glare, but it lacked its usual fire. He let out another frustrated sigh, clearly not ready to fully admit that maybe, just maybe, he’d overreacted. But it was hard to stay angry when they were all looking like a group of mangled birds after a bad flight.
“Alright, alright,” Endeavor muttered, turning away as if dismissing them all. “Just... get it together. And next time, pay attention. No more excuses.”
The interns slowly picked themselves off the floor, groaning as they straightened up, rubbing sore spots where their faces had collided. They shot each other tired, half-exasperated looks.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi muttered, dragging a hand through his feathers. “You don’t have to tell us twice.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he handles things,” [Name] muttered under their breath, a pout forming.
Dabi stretched and gave Endeavor a lopsided grin. “Well, that’s one way to get our attention.” He raised an eyebrow, adding with a shrug, “You should try a hug next time, though. Might do wonders for your temper.”
Endeavor’s flames flared up again—just a little, just enough to remind them who was in charge. “Out. All of you. Now.”
They didn't need to be told twice. The three interns hastily made their way to the door, eager to escape the aftermath of their fiery mentor’s wrath. Hawk decided to ease the tension by suggesting they go to a local ramen restaurant. As the door slammed shut behind them, a tense but somewhat relieved silence settled in the office.
Endeavor exhaled deeply, his flames flickering down to a soft glow. "I need a vacation."
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sassay-fox · 30 days ago
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Buck's little speech at the end there was shades of...
'I hate it, but I'll let you go, because I love you.'
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darklinaforever · 2 months ago
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First off, what the hell are you doing in Wyler tag ? What's your fucking problem with pissing off people who didn't ask for anything ?!
But let's see the rest of your bullshit in detail and tear it down as we go along.
But this ship is very much dead. There is hardly any traction towards it because the people who ship it make no sense when they defend it. They sound like they could be mentally ill...
Weird, Wyler is the most popular ship with Wenclair though. And for a dead ship, Netflix still took the trouble to make Wyler the first teaser for the new season...
And how do we make no sense ? It's you who had no interest in repeating things that the show and the show team have themselves contradicted for years now about Tyler's character.
And it's you who comes into Wyler's spaces to piss off and obsessively spill your venom. It seems that you are the one who is mentally ill...
I don't know how crooked you have to be to say that you're crooked to ship a canonical ship. Already, this is not even said for fanon ships, but even less canon. What are you trying to prove here ? You're shooting yourself in the foot by coming in to tag Wyler to insult us and try to seem like the smartest person when you seem like the stupidest.
By the way ; Do you think you're smart to say that kind of thing ?! That we are mentally ill ?!
Wow, for say that you must really hate the fact that Wyler is the first official trailer / teaser of season 2, otherwise you clearly wouldn't be here trying to impose your pseudo dominance...
I guess Emma Myers (Enid actress) is mentally ill then, since she says most of the same things we do about Tyler...
And not to mention Hunter himself who spoke of sexual compatibility between Wyler, that Wednesday had been Tyler's light during the events of season 1 and that if he had to imagine his character ending up with someone it would be her ?
You're really a piss of shit.
And I won't apologize for saying that.
You allow yourself to insult us with enormous condescension that you try to pass off as a form of kindness in the rest of your post ? Well, I will insult you in return, but head-on this time.
You are a big piss of shit. That all.
Tyler almost killed Wednesday and all her friends + he manipulated her like a professional and she felt humiliated because she never even suspected him and put a good person in jail because of him.
She will never forgive herself, let alone him.
Yes... and ? First, Tyler “tries to kill” Eugene essentially under the orders of Laurel, his master to whom he is forced to obey and who tortured him ? Note also that Laurel technically didn't tell Tyler to kill Eugene but to take care of him and that strangely, he's the only victim of Tyler who escaped death ?
Coincidence ? Maybe not !
And if you want an explanation for Enid, it is implied that the Hyde offers a second personality, different from the human version ? So, technically, the Hyde is not Tyler. It's a second personality. Why is everyone forgetting the recording of the psychologist that Donovan listens to ?! Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, you know ?!
Literally, these people are being dishonest on purpose.
Also... again, Wednesday doesn't blame Tyler specifically for nearly killing her friends. First, it would be bad faith, because she also did it in the show with Enid, but above all, it's a question of ego. No really justice in her anger towards Tyler.
She is mainly angry at Tyler because, yes, he managed to fool her and her intelligence. And she is deeply hurt in her ego and personal feelings.
But how would his anger on this subject be eternal ? On what fucking basis ?! Tell me !
Once this aspect calms down in her, everything will surely be better and she could potentially look again at the case of the Hydes whose research remains incomplete (which have always deeply interested her on the other hand), and therefore Tyler.
But to return to her friends, Enid and Eugene are fine. Wednesday can recover from what Tyler almost did to them. Especially since Eugene was under Laurel's orders (and strangely, Tyler who could have easily killed Eugene... strangely didn't do it ?), and that Enid explains it by the fact that Tyler was in Hyde mode, his second monstrous personality, that he doesn't seem to really have control over ?
But more than that, Wednesday is a person who generally takes those treated most unfairly under her wing. And Tyler is probably the one who has been in this sad situation the most.
That she hates him forever makes no fucking sense ; since although she is angry for the moment because her ego is hurt, she knows that Tyler had a shitty family life, was groomed by Laurel who woke up his Hyde thus forcing him to become her puppet and imposing a bond that makes Tyler want and love what his mistress wants.
Then again, it wouldn't make sense for Wednesday to be mad at Tyler forever...
Oh and... Just for pleasure : “Of course the first boy I kiss would turn out to be a psychotic serial-killing monster. I guess I have a type.”
Also... Wednesday didn't put Xavier in the cell because Tyler manipulated her into doing so ? Wednesday did this all by herself like a grown-up ! 😂 Because, for the recording, Wednesday is a narrow-minded and toxic person. And believe me, of all the people Wednesday could have upset and blamed herself for this, Xavier is the one she will get over the quickest. Because ultimately she just likes him as a classmate and childhood acquaintance. And again I'm being nice... because most of the time she actually just tolerates him.
Oh and Wednesday finally saved everyone at the end of season 1. Given her ego and her anti-heroine nature, I think she will eventually recover from her own mistakes / forgive herself. 😂
I get that some people are shipping them as some kind of kink ( monster serial killer with Wednesday addams) 😏. But this kind of shipping starts and stays in the dark corners of the internet.
This ship can't be acknowledged by a streaming platform to the general public ( which includes millions of kids).
Just... God, if you think Wyler is an impossible relationship to fix, then you've never read or seen a real enemies to lovers romance !
I literally read one romance where the guy almost killed the heroine forever by stabbing her in the heart ! And if it weren't for the intervention of other characters, she would have died ! And yet at the end of the story, they're happily married !
The enemies to lovers trope isn't as fragile as these morons think it is !
One mistake and the relationship is dead forever ? Wow...
Wyler is also so soft in that category too ! The antis seem like a bunch of fragile people when they talk about Wyler.
Literally every time these people try to put the Wylers down they just make fools of themselves. Because they just bring up arguments that have been contradicted a billion times or are comically weak, or they just say bullshit that is simply not true.
I repeat, enemies to lovers have existed since the dawn of time, it's literally one of the most popular and represented tropes in existence ! Whether in children's fiction or for a general audience !
What cave are you living in to dare to say that Wyler cannot be recognized by a general public ?!
Even in super popular books you have thousand times worse than Wyler ?!
“The general public can't handle Wyler” My god... hello Delena, Klaroline, Clarice & Hannibal, ect ?!
For information, as shocking as it may be The Vampire Diaries was seen by many children / teenagers in addition to adults in time. All my friends at the time and I were kids when this show started and we watched it, like so many others.
Hence children and the general public couldn't handle Wyler ? Wyler is as soft as fucking Reylo ?! Another great ship that the general public and children loved.
This is one of the biggest bad take I've ever seen ! The confidence you need to say this kind of stupidity ?!
Seriously, wtf ?!
Although he was groomed, Tyler was a willing participant in the crimes that he committed and he even told Wednesday that he enjoyed killing innocent people. Millar and gough folded the wyler book forever in that scene.
Tyler can never be trusted enough around outcasts to be released.
It's literally said in the show that the hyde is conditioned to like what its master likes and want what his master wants. It's not even ambiguous. It's said in the fucking text of the show.
And I remember that Tyler makes his fucking confession to Wednesday with tears in his eyes. Yes, what a great villain...
Oh and if you need to talk about the non-canon novelization of the show that most of Wednesday's audience hasn't read and never will read to prove your point about a canon scene and events from the show, we're going to have a problem.
They're the ones who sound like mentally ill repeating over and over again that Tyler absolutely loves killing without any fucking doubt... 🙄
And they go so far as to agree that the Hyde should be excluded ? While the show is literally about the treatment of the marginalized ? The excluded from society ?
And they think it's positive that there is a category of outcast among the outcasts themselves ?!
Clearly not.
The treatment of Hyde is something that needs to change in this show !
And for that, we first need to finish understanding how these creatures really work.
But hey... Not as if we had incomplete research on the subject, that Wednesday is interested in it and that she just happens to have a Hyde on hand to look into the subject... I wonder where this scenario could lead us ?!
But certainly not to a questioning of the treatment of these creatures by the society of this story according to the antis (#irony) ?! Of course, nothing will ever change for the Hydes ! They are too dangerous ! Long live the status quo !
This is driving me crazy !
Yes, what the hell would Wednesday who defends the oppressed and the victims, have to do with Tyler, the outcast of outcasts himself who was groomed by a psycho who triggered the Hyde in him to use him as a puppet and who has the equivalent of a mental illness by being a Hyde. Hyde by which she is fascinated, and who it is implied that she will complete the unfinished research on them ?!
Seriously, the writers racked their brains to write us a character like Tyler, a teenager with multiple problems, including family problems, a victim of abuse and whose hyde (the creature marginalized among the marginalized themselves, knowing that the whole message of the show is to accept the marginalized in reality) seems to be the equivalent of a mental illness, for people to be like “Yes, this guy is a pure villain who cannot have redemption ! He is rotten and the show is right when it says that the Hyde are too dangerous for the world ! Nothing must change and nothing aspires to a change of point of view on these creatures in a show where we are encouraged to accept the marginalized (and whose hyde is the marginald of the marginalized himself) through the only Hyde that we meet in person throughout the story who is only a teenager victim of abuse with the metaphor of mental illness !”
Seriouslly, the “Tyler will never be put back with the other outcasts because he's too dangerous” take it's so fucking stupid for a show about outcasts and injustices...
We present to you the outcast of the outcast, whose case in terms of creature has never been finished studying...
And you think Tyler will forever remain an outcast among his people and locked up for life ?!
WTF ?!
These people are tiring me out...
Because it lacks the "genuine" element: there is no love between Wednesday and Tyler.
I would like to understand how Wyler lacks romantic elements ? They literally have one of the most classic storylines in the world in terms of romance ? What the hell are you talking about ? Developed ? What would be missing ? My god, what bullshit. If you want analysis of the Wyler relationship you have my tumblr or those of @fullofwoe5321 @tylernation @wylerserver18official @ablatheringblatherskite @cosmic-lullaby @broken-everlark
Tyler and Wednesday only have one scene in season 2, according to the leaks we got. So this teaser is very much bait for the fans who still like them together 😏. Netflix is yet again giving false hope to fandoms about something that isn't going to happen.
Saying that Wyler will only have one scene in season 2 according to the leaks...
Are you aware that the leaks are not always true ?
Are you aware that it wouldn't make sense for Wednesday and Tyler to only have one scene together ?
Because a teaser is supposed to give an indication of what the new season will be about overall ?
Oh but am I stupid. In your stupid little shit head you think that Tyler will now always be locked up for life. In that case, why keep the character in the show ?
Fucking idiot...
You really have to be in complete disillusionment to say that this trailer / teaser will be the only scene between them in all of season 2 while a teaser serves to show the viewer what will generally be the center of the new plot.
Oh, and no official romance in season 2 doesn't mean no romance in the rest of the show, FYI. Especially since it is completely logical that Wyler (if these two were to end up together one day) wouldn't they go back into in love mode in season 2 ? They have a fucking relationship to repair first and also work on themselves each as an individual person ? Also, most Wyler fans, without even the announcement of a reduction in the romance being made, certainly did not expect the romance between Wyler to return straight away for season 2, simply because on a narrative level it would not have not been logical... Seriously, go find another hobby other than annoying people.
And even if Wyler doesn't end up together at the end of the show, despite all the logic of this romance, do you think that will stop us fans from shipping Wyler ?!
Obviously, you are clinging to Xavier when it is clear that nothing more will happen (since the character was removed from the show because the actor was accused of sexual assault) ?
Seriously, this person seems obsessed with the character of Xavier (who could have been an interesting character but who in fact remains generally average and a real potential ultimate shit boyfriend)...
But they got a slap in the face 🙂. since the teaser was met with massive backlash about the most unethical thing they did: dropping an innocent man and Convicting him of crimes he never committed...
Except the comments you showed don't show people being outraged that Xavier was sent to prison when he did nothing, just that they will miss Xavier's character.
You're thinking all by yourself, big girl (this is obviously a recurrence among the anti-Wylers).
And then “they did” ? What is she talking about ? Wyler fans ? Was it Wyler's fans who put Xavier in jail ? 😂
I repeat, you can only blame Wednesday for Xavier ending up in prison. Tyler has nothing to do with it, he never tried to accuse anyone to keep suspicion away from him. Wednesday suspected Xavier alone as a grown-up.
I'm so angry that this kind of crap is getting into the Wyler tag. Don't these people have anything better to do ?
I feel like I'm back in Reylo's time ! Because Reylo and Wyler are some of the softest ships in terms of enemies to lovers that I have seen and people act like they are some of the worst things in the world and that these ships are too hardcore for a general audience and calls us mentally ill for our thoughtful argument, which is ridiculous.
It's truly ridiculous and cheeky.
They just repeat the same bullshit over and over again, contradicted by the show itself and the show team !
At this point, we're not the ones who look ridiculous. It was them.
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dietmimo · 8 months ago
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fictonrantsworld · 2 years ago
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I just find it funny, that alicent,the epitome of duty and graciousness, probably likes it for people, especially her children, to behave in an orderly conduct befitting their station, to then have a daughter that casually leans and basically folds herself 90 degrees over the table to make sure otto sees the details in her beetle (that aegon got for her-this is the alleged rumours of the script im not 100% sure myself).
Like i imagine as a personal headcanon, back when they were still friends, rhaenyra was the tomboy princess, that was always reminded by a half japing young alicent to act like a proper lady, then years later u have helaena like:
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u can clearly see helaena even putting her legs up to push her body forward, so her favourite peepaw can look at her beetle.
While rewatching this scene and putting my volume up in my headphones,im pretty sure i heard her distinctively say 'look at it' to otto.
Another thing, its just hilarious to me that aegon and aemond noticed viserys coming in and started going to their seats while helaena didnt even bother😭😂.(she probably didnt notice lol)
Also the last pic, I can't, like what were rhaenyra and daemon thinking when she did that lol. I need the script for this whole episode
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octobers-veryown · 9 months ago
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ELAIN & ELUCIEN: FATED
My head can't seem to grip anything but the aftertaste of you,
when we say goodbye, not a handshake,
melancholy cardiac arrest.
My first submission for this week is inspired by this song
Happy @elucienweekofficial. I hope everyone will have a blast!
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