#(although they'd never admit to that either)

[yanderes-galore]

Is it possible to ask for a romantic concept of Eren + Mikasa (AOT) sharing a darling???

Sure! I'm not finished Season 4 so I chose this to take place during Seasons 1-3 personality and plot-wise. If you want a Season 4 version eventually, I can probably do that.

Yandere! Eren + Mikasa sharing a Darling

(Seasons 1-3)

Pairing: Romantic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence/Implied murder, Yanderes sharing, Blood, Stalking, Kidnapping/isolation, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Honestly, these two are such a duo.

They would definitely share more than fight over their obsession.

Although, as this is romantic intentions, I have a feeling there's some quarreling.

A way this could work is Eren starts with romantic feelings and Mikasa just means to support him at first.

So essentially... It can start as Platonic! Eren and Platonic! Mikasa... then Romantic! Eren and Platonic! Mikasa... then eventually we get to both of them as romantic.

You're no doubt a Scout like them, which just adds to their protective behavior.

Originally the two are just your friends and comrades.

You admire Eren's driven personality and his determination... even if it gets him in trouble.

You also grow to befriend Mikasa, mostly due to the fact she's grown up with Eren and naturally wanted to know more about you.

She may be quiet and stoic, but she clearly cares for both you and Eren.

The two very well may stay platonic for awhile.

They always have looked out for you since you were Cadets.

Now, as Scouts, they're always with you in the field.

The two are actually terrifying as yanderes, that's not even including season 4.

First of all, Mikasa is one of the best Scouts there is.

Second of all, Eren's a titan-shifter.

You are probably one of the most protected Scouts there is.

When Eren has more control of his titan, he probably lets you and Mikasa sit on his shoulders.

I imagine romantic feelings slowly develop when it comes to them.

It probably starts for both of them, but one of them is more intense (Most likely Eren).

Eren is no doubt the one who admits to Mikasa that he likes you.

Mikasa is surprised, perhaps even a bit hurt, but supports Eren.

Which transitions the duo into Romantic/Platonic instead of Platonic.

Mikasa's feelings take longer to brew, but Eren certainly adores you.

Two problematic "rivals" for both of them could probably be Armin and Jean.

They both care for Armin and in earlier seasons despise Jean.

I imagine if you were close with Armin, the two are conflicted.

They care about Armin a ton, so they'd never get into violent fights.

Eren may express irritation or feel dejected, but Mikasa is calmer.

They may be more subtle with Armin in their attempts to distance you two.

But Jean causes a more volatile reaction from both of them.

Eren, in earlier seasons, naturally hates Jean's personality.

Plus iirc, Jean would flirt with Mikasa sometimes, which she hates.

Safe to say they both despise it when Jean speaks or flirts with you.

Eren starts to pick fights but Mikasa tries to soothe herself and pull you away.

Eventually, Mikasa realizes she loves you too.

She probably learns this while working with you in the Scouts for awhile or realizing how irritated she feels when you take your attention away.

Eventually she probably gets the courage to tell Eren about it, feeling guilty as she knows Eren loves you... but hasn't confessed.

Eren seems to have a mixed reaction to this information.

He's a bit possessive about you and is unsure what to think.

However, if Eren was going to share with anyone, it would be Mikasa.

Which then makes the duo both romantic.

Confessing... well, confessing takes time.

The two have gained a reputation when it comes to you.

Many in the regimen know Eren and Mikasa collectively have a thing for you.

It's seen in the way they fight beside you, always prioritizing you.

If you're in trouble, Mikasa's either cutting down a titan's nape or Eren's tackling them in his titan form.

As for human encounters?

They're somehow around you, watching carefully.

Both of them don't mind spilling blood, even more so in season 3.

If anyone dared to hurt you... they're dealing with a dangerous duo.

Now eventually... confessing will happen.

The two ask you to meet them in private, that or one of them approaches you to meet them in private.

Then when you all gather, the two let loose.

They tell you their feelings, everything from how much they care about you to how jealous they are of those around you.

They admit they're scared to lose you and both want to date you.

The decision is... difficult, no doubt.

However, the two are willing to wait.

Due to their persistence... there's a good chance they aren't willing to give you up completely...

But they will wait until you're ready to accept them.

If you don't? Well... They'll find some way to convince you to see it their way... Even if it means losing the freedom you strive for.

For example, they stage an injury to keep you out of combat and with them... or they just straight up go rogue and kidnap you.

If anyone tried to stop them, Mikasa isn't afraid to bloody her blade and Eren certainly isn't holding back either.

You may be crying... shaking at the sight of them covered in blood... but everything will be okay in the end, that's what they say.

Soon... Soon they know you'll be happy with them.

You just need some convincing....

#yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere eren yeager #yandere mikasa ackerman

[hwatermelons]

**link click spoilers for s1!**

lu guang never telling xiaoshi about seeing emma’s death on the news, because it wouldn’t do any good for xiaoshi, only make him feel terrible about himself and his ability.

lu guang choosing to bear the knowledge of xiaoshi’s consequences himself, because he only meant the best for emma, he didn’t know any better and most importantly lu guang could never bring himself to see xiaoshi shattered by the reality of what he’s done. so he hides it from him, all so that xiaoshi can live in ignorant bliss.

lu guang helping xiaoshi through his childhood trauma, firmly pushing him to work through the hard truth that he can’t change anything about his parents’ fate, but never being so harsh about it to the point of being unkind. he could never be unkind to xiaoshi.

this one line: “cheng xiaoshi, exit the picture if it’s too hard for you.”

lu guang silently kneeling to xiaoshi’s level and offering him a hug after that job, even after being punched in the face, because what xiaoshi needs the most right now is someone solid there to let him process everything that just happened.

lu guang telling qiao ling they need a break and making sure to say that he specifically wants one too, to shift the focus away from xiaoshi and protect him from even the possibility of feeling like a burden for needing some time off

lu guang asking qiao ling to stay at home with xiaoshi instead of coming to the police station while he was panicking about shanshan, “look at the state he’s in.” “now’s not the time to let your thoughts run wild,” lu guang doing his best to prevent xiaoshi from letting his own guilt consume himself.

lu guang refusing to accept the job that involved emma’s death because of the impact it would have on xiaoshi if he realized it was his actions that doomed her. him shoving the picture back into the envelope before xiaoshi could catch a glimpse.

lu guang panicking himself when he sees xiaoshi entering the image of emma alone, with no way of contacting him, that idiot, and him running straight home in an effort to do something, anything to bring him back despite knowing there isn’t actually anything he can do but wait for him to return.

lu guang stopping xiaoshi from impulsively accepting the job to go into shanshan’s photo, “are you sure you’d be able to handle it?” making sure xiaoshi really thinks through the fact that he’s gonna have to face the consequences of his actions, and he might not be mentally prepared to accept them.

and xiaoshi listens to him, he actually takes a step back and looks at it from a distance before making a decision, because that’s how much he’s grown to trust lu guang over years of him protecting xiaoshi ever so subtly like this.

xiaoshi is a person ruled by emotions, and lu guang knows this, which is why his highest priority has always been xiaoshi’s emotional state, and why xiaoshi physically needs him to regulate himself and survive.

i just. have a lot of feelings about these two

WHICH IS WHY I NEED AN EXPLANATION FOR WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF S1?? i will FOREVER be grateful that i found this series after s2 was done releasing, i don’t think i would’ve survived otherwise HHHH

bonus: qiao ling not even questioning when lu guang asks for a break for both of them, and not hesitating to turn down an offer with a smile without missing a beat when a client comes in. i love her so much??

#i keep feeling like i need to clarify that i see them as platonic #and this is coming from someone who had a huge bl phase #their relationship is everything; but to me personally i don't see it as a *ship* #they're definitely best friends who'd earned each others trust and built a unique but unbreakable bond over time #(although they'd never admit to that either) #honestly it's the lack of romantic tension between any of the main 3 that's the cherry on top of this show for me #i feel like having romance between any of them would take away from the depth of the story #and it would just become a regular slice of life with a bit of fantasy and mystery elements; maybe some suspense #which are usually great; but the thought of link click being a “regular” anything hurts my soul #link click #link click spoilers #shiguang daili ren #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #qiao ling #shiguang

[betonlosingfrogs]

⍟ 3am [geto x reader] ⍟

academic rival!geto suguru x reader (college au) synopsis: your arrogant over-achieving classmate who never has to study finally starts getting bad grades. the only person he can ask for tutoring sessions is you, because although he hates to admit it, you're terribly smart. of course, you would never want to be caught seen with him...so of course, the answer is late night tutoring sessions! word count: 3,294 words warnings: 18+ under the cut! mdni! gn!reader till the cut, fem reader below the cut, explicit language warning, slight academic angst, smoking, making out, hair pulling, mitski lyrics about yearning, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, oral sex (m! receiving) slight-sub!reader, slight-dom!geto, size kink if you squint

the rules of your college dorms were pretty strict, but the people who were supposed to enforce them were quite the opposite. it wasn't unusual to find students in rooms they weren't meant to enter at night. if a student was caught doing something, they'd tighten security for about a week, and then go back to the same old routine. it had been the highlight of your month when you had found out that suguru geto had been caught smoking at 2am near the supply closet window.

but it had been a few weeks to that incident, and he was getting cocky in class again, flirting and arguing with you during discussions, waving his test sheet in front of you when his grade was higher than yours. he would make witty, yet relevant little quips in class, easily charming the professors. it was frustrating to see him excel so effortlessly. he was always goofing off, you had never seen him actually read a textbook. granted, you weren't his friend either, you just had a lot of the same classes. but you toiled and struggled, putting in hours of study, just to be outdone by someone who really couldn't care less about his academic standing, other than the fact that he could use it to lord over you.

you sat in the lecture hall, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. just as class began, someone threw their bag down near your feet, flopping into the empty chair next to you. you looked up to the side, a frown decorating your features, only to see the one face you'd rather not. suguru flipped his bangs out of his face, and smirked at you. "mad that i got a higher grade again?"

you scoffed. "bullshit." you slid your answer sheet over to him, pointing at the score. it was an a+. suguru's eyes widened ever so slightly before narrowing. "well," he paused, "not bad for an idiot, i guess." you scowled, snatching the sheet back away, neatly putting it into your bag. "oh? who's the idiot who got a c?" you taunted him. the smirk disappeared from his face as he frowned. "fuck off." he said, and looked away from you. conversations between the two of you usually went this way; throwing insults and challenges at each other. he was so smooth while talking to other people. he just had to ruin your mood, and you had to ruin his. it was petty, but spite was an effective motivator.

class went by without him saying anything more to you. little did you know, he watched you as you took meticulous notes, how you squinted your eyes to read the presentation on the board, how your tongue poked out the side of your lips when you concentrated, how your hair fell into your eyes. god, how he wanted to be the one to push it behind your ears.

he was irritated with himself for falling for you. but there was something about your anger, your pettiness that made him gravitate towards you. he tried to stay away, but he could see your confused glare from across the room when test results were announced. if he had to choose one moment when his perception of you changed from classmate to cute classmate, it was that one time you had been carrying some papers for a professor and you had tripped in the hallway. he had caught you before you fell, his large hand on your back, your hand gripping the front of his shirt, papers flying everywhere. you had been so flustered, your gaze frantic, face flushed and all embarrassed; it was like a shot to the heart for him.

before you could exit the lecture hall, suguru's arm blocked your path. "i need to talk to you." he tilted his head down slightly to meet your eyes, although his gaze looked nothing but condescending through his lower lashes. "yeah yeah, you want to gloat about your grade in another subject, i'm sure," you said, pushing past him. "[name]." his voice was hoarse, pained almost. you turned to face him. his eyes were rimmed with red, dark circles extending to his normally chiseled cheekbones which now seemed slightly sunken.

it felt oddly good to see him like that, defeated. but it felt infinitely worse to see him like that as well, like the moon had suddenly disappeared from the night sky. "what do you want to talk about, geto?" you asked him, my voice less harsh than usual. "not here," he said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to a quiet corner.

he leaned against the wall, his tall figure shrinking slightly as his eyebrows furrowed together. "i'll be honest about this. i've never really needed to put in hours of studies for college. i'm a natural scholar." you frowned. was he, in fact, just gloating? "but," he continued, "recently i, i haven't been able to pay attention in class. i've been stressed, and i," he paused again, "i need tutoring..." he mumbled the last part. my eyes widened. "say that again?" you pinched yourself. he grimaced. "i need tutoring. from you."

you couldn't believe it. this was basically the equivalent of him announcing to the entire college that you were better. "say please." you might have been pushing it, but he gave in any way; you did feel a little guilty for taking advantage of his desperation, but you also felt powerful. so powerful. "please tutor me, [name]." he said through gritted teeth. you pulled a post-it note out of your bag and wrote something on it before neatly smacking it onto his chest and walking away.

suguru's heart skipped a beat when you touched his chest, the sensation of your hand lingered there. he read the post-it. it said: "thursday, 3am, room 682" along with a phone number, in the neatest handwriting he had seen.

neither of you wanted to be seen 'fraternising' with each other, so the obvious solution would be to meet when no one else could see you, that is, past curfew. but unlike suguru geto, you weren't a repeat rule-breaker. you had second thoughts. and third and fourth thoughts, but part of you was determined to follow through with this plan.

phone on silent, you creeped out of your room, quickly tiptoeing through the halls to get to the abandoned room 682. things were going well, even though your heart was still hammering in your chest. you heard footsteps from the turn behind you. you had jinxed it. you looked around frantically, trying to find a place to hide. a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you into a small supply closet. you were surrounded by cigarette smoke and suguru's cologne. he had been smoking in the same place he had been caught. "geto-" you began. he pressed his hand onto your mouth, shutting you up. "shh." you were caged between his arms and the shelf. one move would've toppled something over. but it was hard to not squirm when he was this close to you.

you could feel his heartbeat, equally as frantic as yours. the footsteps got closer. you looked up to find his face in the dark, only to see him looking down at you. your heart skipped a beat, you tried to get over the feeling by blinking a few times. the sound of the footsteps receded into the distance. "idiot. who starts talking when they're trying to hide?" he scolded me in a whisper. he moved his hand away from my mouth, gently opening the door of the closet. you had no response. you snuck out.

when you had made it to the classroom, you finally relaxed. you set your textbook and notes down on a table. "geto, what do you want to start-?" you saw him lighting a cigarette. "seriously?" you were annoyed. "yeah, sweetheart, seriously. helps with the stress. especially when i'm with the source of my fucking stress." he retorted. you clicked your tongue. "oh i'm the source of your stress, geto? i could leave." you snapped back. "wait- shit. sorry, i'm just on edge." he apologised. he took a drag of his cig, letting smoke billow out of his mouth. "at least crack open a window." you walked up to the window and opened it just a little bit, enough to get the smoke out. you looked back at him. he was gazing at you, bangs in his eyes, the cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

you cleared your throat. "so, what do you want to start with?" "psychology." he muttered through puffs of smoke, ashing his cigarette on the window sill. he moved to sit on the bench near the table. you coughed before following him. you switched on your torch and pointed it at the book and began to explain the lesson to him. he took scratchy notes in the torchlight, his eyebrows furrowing as his hair fell into his eyes again. you set the torch down. you shifted closer to him. his eyes widened as your arms circled his neck. you tied up his hair and clipped his bangs back without a word. "what?" you asked when you saw his flustered expression. "just focus so i can go sleep," you sighed.

and he did focus. for a good hour. it was irritating how quickly he understood things. he expertly answered each question you asked. "correct, geto." you spoke in a low voice.

"why don't you ever call me by my first name?" his question caught you off guard. "i- i don't see how that's relevant right now." you stuttered back. "say my name," he said. "no. you need to focus on the lesson." he closed the textbook, leaning towards you, too close for comfort. "say it. once." you got up from the bench, moving towards to window. he followed you, "why won't you say it?" "we aren't close enough!" he frowned.

"you're the only one i thought of when i couldn't understand stuff in class. i thought we had some weird academic respect for each other. guess not." a muscle in his jaw twitched. he picked up his notebook agitatedly, and stuffed it into his bag. He strode towards the door.

"you're acting like a baby! you're the one who called me here, and you're leaving because i won't say your damn first name?!" you were getting so frustrated with his lingering looks and with your own confused feelings. but he didn't show any signs of stopping.

"suguru!"

he froze. his breath caught in his throat. his chest tightened. he hadn't expected one word from your mouth to have so much sway over him. he turned around. "suguru," you said again, "just, i can't see you like this anymore." "like what?" he asked, taking a few steps back into the room. "like you're not yourself. you've stopped arguing with me in class. stopped flirting."

he let out a chuckle. "you miss my flirting?" "n-no, that- ugh, you've lost your spirit. you're burnt out. i don't find it fun to have a guaranteed win. i might stop working for it." you looked into his eyes. you cared for him more than you realised. and he for you, except he was fully aware. he moved closer still. "can't let that happen, can we?" he whispered. "do you pity me?" he asked. "no, are you stupid? you, you're the reason i push myself. you-" you sighed, "i study for hours to keep up with you, so you don't think i'm stupid."

"i've never thought you were stupid." he replied.

"but you're always so irritating, so condescending-" my mind was reeling. it was hard to force yourself to dislike him when he looked at you so genuinely. "i just like to see you riled up," he admitted, chuckling to himself. "you're doing it again, and i'll never be good enough to-" "who the fuck is telling you that you're not good enough?" he grabbed your face in his hands. "you're- you're way more than enough, [name]." he looked into your eyes.

his eyes flitted to your lips, and back to your eyes, almost begging for silent permission. butterflies fluttered in your stomach. you stretched up to meet his lips, leaving a soft peck on his lips. his eyes widened. "fuck." he whispered. his lips crashed into yours. his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, as close as possible. he moved his lips against yours, pulling your lower lip between his teeth, softly sucking on it. one of his hands cradled the back of your neck, supporting it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. soft hums left your mouth, your hands grabbed the front of his shirt. you broke the kiss to breathe, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, glimmering silver in the moonlight from the window. sounds of heavy breathing filled the room.

I don’t need the world to see That I’ve been the best I can be But I don’t think I could stand to be Where you don’t see me

"maybe you tutor me for class, and i can teach you other things~" suguru spoke low, suggestively. you whacked his chest lightly. "shut up." he grinned. "make me."

you kissed him again, pulling him down to your height. your hand wandered from the back of his neck to his hair, pulling the scrunchie out, letting the dark waves of his hair fall over his shoulders. your fingers tangled themselves with his tresses. you felt like if you let go of him, this would all disappear. he held you with just as much fervour, grasping at the flesh of your waist, your thighs. his touch was hungry, possessive. he was almost overwhelmed by the relief that came with returned feelings.

but kissing didn't feel like enough. both of you wanted, no, needed more. as the kiss broke, your eyes met. he grabbed your arm, pulling you out of room 682, down the hallway. "s-suguru! we need our stuff!" you whispered frantically. "hell no, i need you, we can get that shit tomorrow," he replied, heaving. he opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.

he shut the door and pushed you against it. his lips found yours again, passionate, voracious. his tongue pushed into your mouth again, harder this time. you mewled a little, trying to keep up with his movements to no avail. he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up into his arms, your back still firmly pressed against the wall. your arms were placed around his neck, gripping his lean shoulders, pulling at his hair. he groaned, rutting his hips into yours for friction. he kissed your neck, licking a long stripe down to your collarbone. you sighed, your fingers still playing with his hair.

he turned with you still in his arms, and brought you to his bed, laying you down. he backed away and tugged off his t-shirt. your eyes scanned his torso. he smirked when he noticed you staring. "take a picture, princess, it'll last longer." you looked away. he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. he tugged at your shirt. "strip."

he couldn't help but wonder what you looked like under your clothes. you gingerly pulled your t-shirt up. his breath hitched. his hand touched your stomach and it set your skin ablaze. you moaned softly when he began to caress your waist. "suguru," his name left your lips in a sensual whisper. his eyes raked over your naked upper body. "beautiful..." he murmured. he couldn't wait any more. he pulled your shorts down to your ankles, swallowing as he saw a growing wet patch on your panties. you pressed your thighs to together in an attempt to hide your arousal. he pried your legs wide open, pushing them into your chest, smooshing against your breasts, practically folding you in half. he prodded at the wet patch with his long fingers, gaining mewls and a twitch from you. he wanted more. he wanted to see your reactions, he wanted to hear your voice scream out his name.

he pushed his fingers against your underwear again, rubbing with more force. you cried out. your legs shook, but he held them open and in place. he lowered his face to your clothed cunt. "stop- suguru, it isn't clean-" you began. he shut you up by sucking your clit over your panties. "mnngh~!!" you moaned. "don't care, it tastes too good to stop," he pushed your underwear to the side and licked you again. and again. harder, faster. he sucked on your clit, giving you a break only by stuffing long fingers inside you, curling them to push against your gummy walls. and then he went back to kitten licking your clit at an insane speed. you were losing yourself under him, you thrashed around, unable to move freely because his hand held your legs firmly in place. "suguru~! nghh~ hah~!" you moaned his name, head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed. your hips twitched and bucked up to meet his lips.

he looked up to meet your eyes. his chin was covered in slick that shined in the low light. he smirked and immediately went back to eating you out. the knot that had been tightening in your stomach, snapped. lewd sounds of liquid sloshing against skin, of suguru's licks and your strangled moans filled the room. your eyes widened as you saw the spray, coating suguru's chin, lips and your thighs. what had you done? "i'm sorry, i-" "again. squirt again for me, princess." it wasn't a request. he was going to make you do it again.

he thumbed your clit, you shivered. you were still sensitive. "w-wait." you grabbed his hand. he tilted his head at you. "i..." you took a breath, "...i want to taste you too." he blushed.

"fuck. you're going to be the death of me." he let go of your legs. he unzipped his pants, pulling them off. you sat up, kneeling on the bed. he sat down beside you and you touched him over the fabric of his underwear. it looked tight enough to tear. you gently hooked your fingers under his briefs, tugging them off to let his dick slap against his abdomen. it wasn't going to be easy to fit him, well, anywhere. you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. suguru did the same on the other side. you touched his hand, smiling a bit, before placing your lips around his angry red tip.

you sucked him off, trying not to let your teeth touch him. but your teeth did graze past his sensitive shaft, he shuddered, gripping your hair. "no teeth, baby, please," he grunted. you nodded, and realised it felt good for him. satisfied sighs and moans escaped his mouth. "doing so well, princess," he praised. you alternated between licking and sucking, and then used your hands to pump the length which you couldn't reach with your mouth. "good fucking girl," he rutted into your mouth, chasing his pleasure. his dick was twitching near your throat, and his salty precum was smeared on your lips. his hand found your cunt again, drawing quick circles around your clit. you moaned and gagged around his length, tears stinging at your eyes. he was groaning, panting, hips rutting into your face. your hips shook with pleasure as he flicked your clit just right, making you release again, and he fingered you through your orgasm. "fuck~!" he shot his cum into your throat, with a loud moan. you slid your lips off his dick, swallowing. he kissed you. you could taste both him and yourself. he pulled you into his arms. "if this is how all our tutoring sessions are going to end, i think i should let my grades drop further," he panted suggestively. "you're insufferable," you sighed, and you kissed him again.

hello! this was my first time writing smut (T^T) i hope you liked my style of writing, and i hope i haven't messed up any of the warnings. anyways, this was fully a guilty pleasure piece of writing because suguru is literally my husband <3 my requests are open, i would love to write for more characters, so please send in your ideas!

(p.s. if you noticed the action of geto finally getting to tuck reader's hair behind their ear, ur a real one <3)

love, BetOnLosingFrogs

#geto suguru #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #jjk #jjk college au #academic rivals #geto smut #jjk suguru #jjk x reader #x reader #fanfic #jjk smut #geto x reader smut #smut #smut writing #mdni #18+ mdni

[ultrainstinctslasher]

RZ!Michael Myers x GN!Nurse!Obession Part 2

Warnings: slight violence, death

Note: Thank you for all the support on the first part; I really appreciate it! Finally, part 2 has arrived. Feel free to send in requests, I'm bored as hell. (This is a threat)

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Once you accepted the mask Michael gave you, you had practically sealed your future. Your future with him, that is.

If you had thought Michael was clingy before, he's a hundred times worse now.

Before, he would try not to let his infatuation with you all too obvious, especially when it came to Dr. Loomis, since it made him feel vulnerable. But now, he made sure everyone knew not to mess with you.

In his own twisted way, Michael had become your boyfriend of sorts. Not that you knew, of course.

At this point, Dr. Loomis realized what was going on, and honestly didn't know what to do.

He could either leave you to care for him, which could lead to unknown and possibly dangerous outcomes. Or he could fire you, which would most likely lead to even worse outcomes.

But you were breaking the rules by being in a relationship with one of the patients, albeit unknowingly.

So, for once, Loomis decided to do the sensible thing, and fired you.

It had taken you by surprise, and to say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

Although both difficult and odd to admit, you had grown attached to the giant during the time you had taken care of him. It was clear no one had treated him the proper way, the way you treated him, with the way he had grown so attached to you, and it pained you knowing no one would ever treat him like that again.

Yes, he has hurt people, but they'd obviously done something to aggravate him, although you didn't know what.

And during the time you spent with him, you had learned all his small ways of showing emotions. The gleam in his eyes when he was proud, the slight wrinkle next to his eyes when he was happy, as if smiling, the slight twitch in his fingers when annoyed. It was clear no one put in effort to understand him, or else they wouldn't have been calling him an emotionless monster.

If you were heartbroken, then Michael was absolutely destroyed. Thoughts ran through his head like a train. 'Did they leave me?' "Did I do something wrong?' 'Did they get hurt?' 'Are they coming back?'

It wasn't until he overheard two members of staff talking about how Dr. Loomis fired you for no apparent reason that he figured what happened.

As soon as he realized you weren't coming back, Michael completely flipped.

Or, he would've, if he hadn't taken a moment to think first.

This was all Loomis' fault after all, and he needed to get his revenge. If he were to leave now, he might never get to him.

So, Michael waited. And he didn't wait for long.

He refused to eat, leave or even move for what seemed like days, and he knew his beloved doctor would soon come to check in on him.

And come and check in on him did the doctor do.

But Michael knew better, he still refused to move while the two security guards were in the room. Loomis knew that as well.

Once security left the room, Loomis began to talk.

"I understand you're upset, Michael."

No, you don't

"But what you're doing is irrational."

I can do what I want

"I can't have you dying, Michael."

It's not like you care, you want me to die

"And all this over some nurse..."

No, they weren't. They weren't just some nurse.

In a second, Michael had Loomis in a deathly grip against his desk. He squeezed hard enough that Loomis couldn't make a sound, apart from the pitiful 'please' that left his lips.

Michael watched with sadistic glee as the life of his former doctor was fading from his eyes.

While he didn't usually feel anything while murdering his victims, he felt exceptionally pleased while eliminating the man that got in the way of him and his beloved nurse

The thought of letting Loomis live, fully aware that he would come after him and provide him another chance to kill of him, was taken into consideration. That way, he could play around with him more.

But the thought of what he did overruled it. Anyone who does anything remotely negative to you should be disposed of immediately

Once he was sure that Loomis was dead, he turned around to the slightly agape door where the two security guards stayed oblivious to their impending doom.

He was coming for you

___________

You were coming home from your new job, a cashier (you won't believe how annoying it is to downgrade from a literal nurse to a fucking cashier), when you felt a sudden chill down your spine.

You quickly turned around to find the source of the watchful eyes you felt on your back, only to be met with nothing.

It was late at night, and you weren't about to risk being robbed or worse.

So, you ran back home as fast as you could, and yet, even in the safety of your home, you still felt like you were in the proximity of danger

The alarms in your head started blaring once you heard a creak coming from further inside the house, yet you didn't move.

When it came to fight or flight, you froze, which of course as a horrible thing to do

You stood still as a familiar silhouette came into your view, practically filling up the door frame

"M-Michael?"

You hadn't got any verbal response, but a head tilt was all the confirmation you needed.

A part of you wanted to run up and hug him, but the better part of you was still wary of the harm he could bring you

Although you had learned to completely trust Michael, the blood soaking his patient uniform was just a little off putting

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Michael began to slowly walk towards you, as if cautious

Once he finally reached you, he slowly reached his large hand out to your face

Hesitantly, he began to lightly caress it, much to your surprise

Looking up, you lock eyes with Michael, and everything seems to click in place

Why he would only eat from your hand, why he only responded to you, why he killed those security guards, why he gave you that mask

You couldn't believe it took you so long, but as you stood there in the dark with Michael slowly, yet lovingly, caressing your face, you finally realized it

You were his obsession. His nurse. And he would make sure of it.

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#rob zombie michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers headcanons #michael myers drabbles #slasher x reader #the shape #slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher fandom #halloween 1978 #halloween 2007 #yandere #obssesive #obssesion #obssesive michael #rz michael myers x y/n #michael myers x y/n #rz michael myers x reader

[maple-the-awesome]

Friend or Foe || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: Link visits an alternate world without its hero and, more importantly, a version of you without your Link. Unfortunately, it seems even the smallest of details can lead to disastrous results. In spirt of October and Halloween, I've decided to do a little evil prompt because none of the Links have enough emotional damage yet😈

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Four has known you since childhood, both of your families having been good friends for generations. You've always been peas in a pot together with a level of closeness that results in a lot of ‘old married couple’ jokes. You're usually the first person Four returns to after his adventures, never sparing a single detail as he knows he can trust you with his life if it were to come down to it which makes this situation so perplexing...

This you is nothing like his dear friend back home. You don't have that same sweet smile that makes his heart do loops of delight, rather a wicked grin that makes his stomach turn in disgust. When he heard murmurs about an evil magic-wielder terrorizing this world, it would've been his last guess that such a person could look exactly like you - same face, same name, same everything!

"What an interesting assortment of weapons, especially this one!" Four bites back a snarl when this cursed version of you holds the Four Sword high into the sky with a teasing smirk, "It's practically dripping with magic. Where did you get it? ...Still not going to answer me? Oh, but you were so talkative earlier - what, with all your meaningless questions and desperate begging.”

Trapped behind cold iron bars, all Four can do is watch helplessly as you search through the rest of the items you’ve stolen from him, making little comments here and there which he refuses to acknowledge (he’s learned from Vaati that responses are only encouragement). The others should be here to rescue him soon anyway. In the meantime, he’s trying to make sense of this whole situation as he has been since you first caught him.

'This just can't be our flower. I refuse to believe it. They'd never be so cruel to us like this! They're our friend!' 

'Of course they aren’t, you idiot! There's no way they'd be evil at all! This scum is an imposter and the second we get out of this prison we'll teach them a lesson about why they shouldn’t dare tarnish an angel's name like -!'

'- Calm down. We're in a different version of Hyrule which means this is more than likely this kingdom’s version of -'

'- Hogwash! Don’t you dare finish that sentence! They'd never act like this even in a different world!'

'I don’t want to believe it either, however the fact of the matter is it isn’t impossible. Think about it. Everything about this world is similar to our own excluding our existence. There is no hero meaning we weren’t ever there to protect them. Did you think about that?'

'...No...'

'That's so sad!'

Four must agree with his arguing thoughts. Although this you isn't the one he has waiting for him back home, he can't help feeling some pity towards you, refusing to believe you could simply be born evil. Something led you down this path you currently trek, and maybe this world isn't necessarily within his range of responsibility, however he still feels a bit guilty for not being able to help any version of you, here or there.

Hyrule met you shortly after meeting Zelda which was natural considering you were the eldest child of the crown. He must admit he's unfortunately never gotten the chance to know you too well, seeing as you have so many responsibilities that keep you busy while he, himself, is often sidetracked venturing through a broken world, yet nevertheless, he does know you to be a kind and generous leader - someone he’s always admired very deeply which is why he’s having so much trouble accepting you could ever be like this…

This kingdom has a sort of sadness that flows throughout the dusty sky and crumbled grass. Legend mentioned something about visiting a kingdom like it before, although Hyrule wonders now if all aspects of the Vet's experiences would match. He would ask, however such a question wouldn't be appropriate at the moment given as both heroes have been brought to their knees, spears held close to their heads to keep them submissive (not that it gets rid of Legend's scowl).

When Hyrule first laid eyes on you while being forced him to take a knee in front of your throne, he had been relieved, so certain that you'd immediately wave off your hostile guards and take note of the obvious misunderstanding that has occurred, after all this traveler is a dear friend of yours who should be treated as such. Alas, Hyrule shivers instead, frozen under your cold gaze as you glare down upon Legend and him.

"These are the heroes you found? I thought they'd be taller - more a threat than little mice," You sigh boredly with your head rested against your hand, although you do take a second longer to admire Hyrule, smirking at the boy who unlike his feisty friend looks absolutely petrified to be in your presences. 

Pushing yourself off your throne, you approach the poor boy and kneel before him. Despite his attempt to flinch away, you still succeed in running your hand against his cheek, "...Oh, but you're a cutie, aren't you? A rare gem in a world so broken."

At least you're aware of the current status of this kingdom. Hyrule would like to think that with some bitterness in mind, however he actually manages to feel sympathetic while watching you wander back to your throne, not missing that frown upon your face. 

It’s then that he’s reminded of a story his friends and him were told upon arrival here - that this world’s hero had died tragically many years ago. There’s no evidence that this world’s current state is because of you which means you could’ve simply inherited a cursed throne and allowed your own heart to hardened under the depressing circumstances, a fate Hyrule fears might have easily occurred to his own version of you as well if not for the support you had received from your siblings and himself. If only you weren’t alone in this world. Maybe then you could have become a beloved queen here, too.

Legend denies that he ever knew you; it hurts too much to accept otherwise. For the short time that he had known you, you had been a light in his life, always so sweet and magical in a way that could lift even the darkest of thoughts. There's a side of him who wishes every night that he'll be blessed with a dream about you because much to his dismay, that's his only way of seeing you again. He'd give anything to meet you in person once more even if for just a second, but not like this...

He's trying hard to keep the scowl on his face - trying to act unintimated, trying to act annoyed - despite how much his heart is aching deep down. He can feel his eyes burning. He can taste iron as he bites down upon his lip, praying to Hylia he'll wake up any moment now.

Promptly after arriving in this Hyrule, the Chain had received several warnings from locals about a ‘demon’ which lurks in the night. They claim that the creature only ever appears in the shadows, preying upon weak minds and cursing them with cruel nightmares. 

Legend, of course, dismissed it all as a story meant to scare children, even going as far as to give Warrior a hard time for being jumpy while the group was setting up camp in a forest right outside of town. Unlike some of the others, Legend doesn’t care if the wind whispers or how certain trees around them look like faces, and he was actually sleeping quite well amongst it all until getting up to go to the bathroom. 

Walking back into camp, he had been alarmed to notice a cloaked figure hovering right above Wild, their hand outstretched towards his head as the Champion shifted and whimpered in his sleep. Everyone else appeared to already be in similar states of distress, even Time’s stone expression crinkled in pain.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Legend was quick to shout, catching the monster's attention before drawing his sword which he had thankfully taken with him earlier. He planned on fighting off the beast then hopefully waking the others from their nightmares, yet instead he found himself trapped in one of his own when the cloaked figure removed their hood.

Now he can't move, frozen in terror as he tries desperately to shake the feeling...No...No, it can't be you. This is a trick - an illusion the monster has created to mess with him. You would never stain your beautiful face with such a wicked smile. You'd never hurt anything or anyone the way this thing already has!

Regardless of his doubt, Legend can only shake as you approach a lot faster than he can process, likely aided by your ability to effortlessly float his way. Whether due to a spell of yours or a result of his own weak will, he doesn't jerk away like he wants to when you run a hand over his cheek, cooing in a mocking way, "Aw, get a lot of nightmares, do you honey?"

"N-No. Not at all," He manages, at last finding the strength to swing your way which is an action helped by closing his eyes. If he can't see your face, he won't have to battle his concern over hurting you; he can better convince himself that you aren't truly here as you've never been.

"Liar," You easily dodge him, using merely two fingers to grab his sword midair. Keeping it in place, you lean forward, your breath making his legs wobble as the tears finally begin to prick in the corners of his eyes, "I can read your thoughts - see your fears…Oh, but this is far worse than any nightmare you've had, isn't it, my dear? Far worse than any I could bestow upon you with my magic. Poor thing. You miss them terribly, don't you? If that's the case, then you shouldn’t avoid me so. Soak it up. Remember what I look like. After all, it's the last chance you'll ever get to reach out and touch me."

#lu four #lu four x reader #lu hyrule #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend #lu legend x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #x reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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[the-badger-mole]

Aang has to be one of the least popular protagonist I have seen on ao3. Out of all the main characters who appeared in season 1 and beyond (aamg, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko) aang has the least stories. I have never seen that happen to a main character before. Aang has like 13,000 stories and he is a side character in a majority, so it makes me think, why do so many people argue aang is such a great main character when he seems to be the least liked even by his fans.

This isn't me trying to do some popularity contest, it just seems like even fanfic writers can't do anything interesting with his character, which is sad because he has a lot of potential to be an amazing character.

Child who lost everyone he has ever known to war and time, waking up a hundred years later with the weight of this new world on his shoulders while still grieving his previous life, is such an interesting character, and the show did nothing with that and so neither did the fans.

You know what show did that premise justice? Futurama.

I think Aang's lack of attention comes down to him being ultimately a boring character. Yes, the premise of Aang had potential, but then Bryke turned him into a Gary Stu. And not even a particularly good Gary Stu. I think the lack of fics centering Aang have few explanations. Making Aang a more interesting character would take a lot of work. A lot more than people who aren't his biggest fans are probably willing to put in. It's easier to treat him like a side character, because frankly, that's what he should have been.

Second, fans who do like Aang- like his canon story and his canon ship- probably don't have a ton to add. I think that's not uncommon with a lot of canon ships. Most of my ships have been canon and although I have written for those shows, I'm a lot more prolific with Zutara- my one non-canon ship. I sincerely doubt I'd still be this invested if Zutara were canon. I'd still love them, but the same way I love Usa/Mamo. Content to just let the story be what it is, for the most part, unless inspiration strikes.

I also imagine some of it has to do with not wanting to admit how awful the canon made him seemingly by accident. In order to make an interesting story about Aang, they'd have to add some conflict, and no die hard Aang fans seem to be anymore willing to do that than Bryke were. Take that with a grain of salt, though. This is just my opinion. I don't spend a bunch of time reading Aang fics.

Third, the lack of Aang centered fics may actually be based on his popularity. I don't know. I think there are way fewer Aang fans than there seems to be, it's just that the main Aang fans are so loud. I wouldn't be surprised. After all, he's the most boring of the main cast, his tragic backstory notwithstanding. I only know two or three Aang/Kataang fans in real life, and they are very, very casual fans. Most of the other ATLA fans I know prefer other characters/ ship Zutara. Obviously, online Aang isn't the most popular character either. Oh, sure, there are plenty of polls that put him/his canon ship at the top, but if you look at the actual fan content...well, you can see for yourself.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #is aang cursed by his ship being canon? #or is he just a boring character to write for? #you be the judge #personally as long as the zutara content keeps coming i don't care who's winning the popularity contest #easy to say when my ship is the most popular but...

[noxdont]

Lumiharem and their Endearments

Dilumi

"my love" / "love"

It just slipped out so naturally from Diluc's lips that he didn't even realized what he called her until he caught Lumine gaping at him. She still teases him nonstop about it.

Lumine has no problem using such endearments in public although Diluc only does it when they're alone or close enough that no one else could hear. Unless of course he gets jealous or someone tries to hit on Lumi

Kaelumi

"starlight"

The idea just came to Kaeya one day it just grew over time, Lumine often wonders if he's only using the endearment to tease her and thinks nothing of it. But the way Kaeya called her starlight when she was silently crying in her bed one night was nowhere near playful, his tone was so warm and painfully intimate that Lumine couldn't help but hold on to him as she lets everything go.

Zhonglumi

"Darling"

Lumine said it as a joke and Zhongli was more than happy enough to take it seriously.

I don't know what else to fucking say other than the fact that these two are like an old married couple that won't stop showing how in love they are in public. They're shameless.

Zhongli adores it, but his favorite is when she calls him "my darling Morax" when she's writhing and moaning underneath him.

Chilumi

моя дорогая (moya dorogaya) / "my dear"

Lumine has no fucking idea what it meant and thought it was another way of him calling her his partner and Childe never did correct her. Every time he calls her that in front of his co-workers, they'd always try and steal a sneaky glance and Lumine keeps wondering why.

She only found out when she asked one of the Fatuus in Northland Bank.

Enjoulumi

"Princess"

He just wanted to get on Lumine's nerves to be quite honest, but as he kept calling her that, it gradually just stuck over time. Lumine hates to admit it out loud but she started to like hearing the way he called her princess every time they'd see each other.

Ayatolumi

"Wife"

Ayato just straight up called her his wife one day and no one had the guts to say anything about it. Lumine was too busy processing whatever fuck just happened.

It gets to her. Every. Single. Time. And Ayato loves how she always ends up getting flustered.

When Lumine jokingly called him husband to get back at him one day, she had to physically stop him from telling the entire estate to prepare the ceremony.

Thomalumi

"Honey" / "Hun"

Lumine couldn't help it, she's been wanting to call him that ever since she realizes how sweet and wonderful he was. When Thoma heard heard it he almost dropped an entire tray of food, his face resembling the same color as his vision.

It took him some time to get used to it but when he did, oh how the tables were turned.

Every time she announces that she's heading out, he always replies with "Take care honey!" And Lumine could only scream internally.

Ittolumi

"Babe"

THIS. I don't think I need to explain this.

Lumine either loves it or hates it, there's no in between.

#lumiharem #genshin impact lumine #dilumi #diluc x lumine #kaelumi #kaeya x lumine #zhonglumi #zhongli x lumine #chilumi #childe x lumine #ayatolumi #Kamisato Ayato x Lumine #thomalumi #thoma x lumine #enjoulumi #enjou x lumine #ittolumi #itto x lumine

[heleentje]

revalink!!

send me a ship

SHIP SHIP SHIP

1. What made you ship it?

I'll admit, I never got a chance to not ship it. Friends who'd already played botw sold me on Revali as a character and Revalink as a ship long before I started my first save, and the game didn't disappoint. Even without the ship, Revali would probably still be my favorite character in the game. He's such a mess of contradictions and I love him for it.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

They contrast each other so well and yet they're so similar in many regards as well: both extremely gifted individuals who had to work very hard to get where they are now (Link may be the destined hero, but he already stood out long before he got the Master Sword).

But Link would rather spend far less time in the spotlight, whereas Revali craves that acknowledgment. He has crafted his entire personality around being The Best, to the detriment of everything else. And Link, who seemingly only had to draw a sword to get the position he holds, threatens that.

It is my belief that Revali's main grievance wasn't that Link was better than him, but rather that he believed Link wasn't better than him and only got his position because he drew the Master Sword. They could have gotten along much better if they'd managed to communicate, but they're both extremely bad at that in very different ways.

(But that's what we have fanfic for.)

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I wouldn't call it unpopular among fans of the ship, but within botw fandom at large, the aforementioned idea that Revali's jealousy wasn't about Link being better than him. If Link had objectively been better than him, I believe Revali would have been able to swallow it much more easily (although he would have worked very hard to change that). But here Link is, getting a position he — in Revali's eyes — never earned, merely because he found a sword in a forest. Revali got where he is on his own merits, without mystical lineages or inherited magical powers, and he's very proud of that.

(Another one that's not necessarily unpopular but not entirely common either: Revali is the youngest of the Champions, 15-16 at most, and doesn't actually qualify as an adult by Rito standards yet.)

#revalink #this ship you guys #god I love it so much #it's all about the contrasts #(also cheek spots) #thank you for the ask!

[viscerax]

Don’t know if I can request here, so if I can’t I’m sorry :( but if so, can I request hcs of finney dating a cheerleader? Maybe cheerleader defending finney with fluff??

Finney Dating a Cheerleader HC's

Okay so, this man was absolutely FLABBERGASTED when he found out you liked him too.

Hes had girls pretend to ask him out as a prank/a form of bullying, so he figured thats just what you were doing

I think he tried to ask you out first, but got super nervous and ended up asking to borrow a pencil... after school.

You asked him out after one of his baseball games. His game ended like 30 minutes after your cheer practice was out, so you ran from the school to the baseball field in time to watch the last ten minutes of the game and asked him out afterwards

Finney just stood there like "Huh??? Me??? 🧍‍♂️" he definitely thought you were either pranking him or you had just gotten him mixed up with someone else.

First date was a football game. Which was a weird date because the two of you didn't really get to hang out until after the game

Finney is SO SO AKWARD. You're his first for everything. First kiss, first partner, first girl to hold his hand, everything.

You constantly joke about how he would probably look good in your uniform, and although he'd never admit it, he's kind of curious now

Now a small scenario

You knew that Finney wasn't popular. You knew about all the mean shit the other girls said about him. Sometimes they'd call him harmless things, like nerd, or weirdo, but what bothered you most was when they would constantly bring up his encounter with the Grabber.

The situation had scarred Finney, physically, mentally, emotionally. He acted like it didn't bother him to much, but you knew how badly it hurt him. So, no one got off without a few bruises from you if they ever brought it up, whether it was to his face or around other people. If you found out, they were done for.

Many people doubted you, since you were a cheerleader. But you could throw a few good punches.

One particular day, some bitch had whispered something to her friend while you were passing by in the hallways. Yoy stopped dead in your tracks, immediately tying your hair into ponytail and turned on the heel of your boots, a very fake smile spreading across your face.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you say, bitch?" Your fists were clenched at your sides, and suddenly the girl didn't seem too confident anymore.

"I said that your boyfriend is going to grow up and become some kind of serial killer. So I'd be careful if I were you. The bimbo girlfriend is always the first victim. Unless of course, you go along with him." The girl snickered to herself, but her laugh was cut off as you slammed your fist into her face, making the back of her head collide with her locker. Suddenly, everyone was paying attention. You grabbed a hold of the girls ponytail and tugged it so that she was looking directly into your eyes.

"Finney isn't a fucking serial killer. He's gone through something terrible, and a weak bitch like you would snap. But he didn't. He persisted. So maybe next time, you should be more careful about the lies and shit you say about other people. Especially Finney." You sighed and slammed her head into the lockers again before spinning on your heel, facing the crowd and smiling, taking your hair out of the ponytail and waving as you walked off.

#the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #headcanon #finney shaw #finney x reader #finney blake #reader is a fucking badass

[moonflower91]

Battles Not Fought With Steel

summary: After years apart, Saerah meets her nephews again in the same training yard she once beat Jacerys with a wooden sword

It was just as she remembered it. Years before, she had once sat with her father and his Hand, Lord Strong, here at the balcony that overlooked the training grounds.

She'd been a girl then, eagerly licking up whatever attention Viserys deigned to give her. She pitied the girl she'd been, and in a way, was thankful that she saw her sire clearly now.

Slow and weak and blind to all but his own hopes and pride.

Father had often enjoyed watching his sons and grandsons train together, feeding into his own delusion that they would grow up as close, trusted companions, never seeing the tension growing steadily between them.

Part of his foolishness, part of his arrogance, to think that just because he was king and head of their family, that he could force goodwill to blossom between them.

Truth be told, Saerah had somewhat believed those delusions herself, if only to appease her father. Aegon's vicious laughter with Rhaenyra's sons had been rationalized as boyhood blusters. Saerah stealing and secretly destroying the Strong boys' most precious toys had been a childish cruelty, little else than the actions of a mean little girl. The Strong bastards’ taunting of their true born uncle had been brushed off with sneers that to make it heavier than teasing, was to be soft and weak.

Every act of animosity exchanged had been the things of childhood, though Saerah had never counted her nephews as friends for what they'd put Aemond through.

Even her elder brother Aegon, who had so often banded together with the Strong bastards in their endeavours to humiliate Aemond, grew rageful when one of them bested either he or Aemond on the training grounds. Jacerys and Lucerys might be his play things, his hooting shadows that laughed with him when Aemond was teased, but they were still bastards. To best a prince of trueborn blood was something even a fool such as Aegon could not abide.

Then, that night at Driftmark had divided House Targaryen in half. Childhood had died that night and none of the adults present had attempted to soothe the wounds. Instead, they'd severed the mangled bonds entirely.

Where once Saerah thought Lucerys loosing his eye would have been a fair justice, her own exile made her hate the little cretin that coward behind his whore mother, and an eye became too small a price to pay.

As a girl, she'd spent as much time with her father as she was allowed, glowing each time his affection turned to her, even for a brief moment.

Now, she stood at the wall alone, watching her nephews as they practiced their swordsmanship. It was the first she'd seen them in years, but she could recognize them in an instant.

She’d arrived on dragonback a few days prior, and had asked the servants where the unwelcomed host of pretend Valaeryons had wandered off to.

She noted the colors they wore--black and red, Targaryen colors, although they held the name Valaeryion. The two little idiots might as well confirm the rumor that the only royal blood they had came from their Targaryen mother, while the rest of them hailed from the smoking ruins of Harrenhal.

It was a while before Jacerys noticed her, when his eye caught hers as he murmured lowly to his younger brother. He’d a fine face, she had to admit. Harwin Strong had been fine too, before he was melted at Harrenhall.

It would only be proper to greet them. Perhaps it would add a bit more humiliation if she bid them welcome here in the filthy training yard than at the castle gates.

She turned and made her way down the stairs, her slippered feet grazing softly over the stone, heralding her descent with softness.

“Nephews.” She called softly once she reached the boys. Her eyes flashed towards little Luke and her grin widened to see how terrified she looked.

“Aunt.” Jacerys returned, his voice taught. “We missed you this morning.” He challenged.

“Ah, yes, I had other engagements. Helaena’s little ones are just darling, I could not pull myself away from them.”

“I assume you are making up for lost time after your years in Riverrun.”

“Highgarden, actually.”

“Have you found any willing suitors then, at Highgarden?”

Saerah’s brows furrowed. What did he care if she’d had any suitors? “A handful. But I set my sights closer to myself. And from the rumours I hear, one of Daemon’s ilk are like as not to be your bride, whenever your mother decides to cut the cord.”

The tips of his ears reddened and his jaw worked.

“My affairs are not your concern.”

Her mouth hardened. “And my marriage prospects are none of yours.”

“I will one day be king, of course they are of concern to me.”

“Do you honestly care who I take into my bed, Jacerys?” She asked, tilting her head. Then, a wicked thought occurred to her, and she stepped closer. “Is that what you imagine? Me naked, in my bed, contorting my body in all kinds of sinful ways, shaking, crying out with pleasure?”

Jace’s jaw clenched again. “Your attempts to goad me into some kind of argument are falling on disinterested ears, aunt.”

“Oh if I really wanted to provoke you, nephew, I’d take up a practice sword and throttle you once more.” Beside him, little Luke stepped back, but Jacerys, hardheaded and stubborn and proud as ever, refused to back away. Instead, he stared hard into Saerah’s lilac eyes, daring her to do just that. “But fear not. There’s no practice sword in sights. Your face is safe from my wrath. “

"That was years ago, aunt." Jace replied lowly, ears colouring red at the memory of when he'd been throttled by a little girl.  

"I am sure the embarrassment still burns the same."

"As do your hands. Grandfather told me he had your hands lashed for the offence."

"Yes." She replied, biting her cheek as she cast her eyes towards the maid servants flittering about the edges of the yard.  It was the one part of the memory that darkened her mood. "A fair exchange, I would say. My hands healed, your pride may not. Afterall, what future king wants the shame of being bested by a girl over his head.”  

#house of the dragon #saerah targaryen #asoiaf #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x reader #jacerys velaryon #lucerys valeryon

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Impressive blog post! When it comes to the topic of writing fiction involving real people, I used to have mixed feelings, leaning towards the idea that as long as it doesn't harm anyone, people should be free to explore their creative imaginations. However, my perspective took a significant turn when I stumbled upon an author's account on Ao3, and discovered that they had written a fanfiction featuring someone I knew.

This person was from my high school, part of a specialized sports program, and while we weren't close friends, we maintained a friendly rapport due to mutual acquaintances. Over the years, I had gained insights into their life beyond what fans typically knew. It was one of those "disconnect until it happens to you" moments.

Seeing their name in a fanfiction, paired with a teammate, hit me hard. Most fans wouldn't be aware, but there had been hurtful speculation about their sexuality. They had been late to start dating, shorter than many in their sport, and maintained close friendships with certain teammates, leading to unwarranted assumptions about their personal life. Although not a dominant topic of conversation, they deeply resented being labeled a closeted player because of this speculation.

Knowing all of this, seeing a fanfiction about them was heartbreaking. I was aware they would likely never see it, but I understood how damaging mere speculation had been to them. It was distressing to think that their fans were crafting stories about their personal life.

As I read through the fanfiction's description, I couldn't help but think, "Don't you realize how much this bothers them?" Then it hit me – of course, the author didn't understand. To them, my acquaintance was just an athlete, someone they'd never truly know. This realization struck me like a ton of bricks.

Until that moment, I hadn't fully grasped how I'd allowed myself to objectify the subjects of fanfiction, rationalizing that it was acceptable. However, being on the other side, I recognized that, as harmless as it might seem, unless you genuinely know the person, you can't comprehend what might be happening behind the scenes. Words carry weight, and ideas can leave lasting impacts. It is, after all, their lives, careers, and professional relationships being portrayed. This led me to the conclusion that it's best to keep such works off public platforms. If you're a fan, it's the most respectful way to express your admiration.

thank you for sharing this! I must admit that when I was younger, many years ago, I didn’t see anything “wrong” with fanfics about real people because “everybody in the fandom either reads or writes them” but now that I’m an adult, my thoughts on the subject have changed and I can see now why it’s disrespectful, crossing boundaries and is an invasion of privacy. fanfics have been in fandoms since forever, but the only ones I’ll ever write and read are the ones about fictional characters. not real people. I mean I know there’re lots of people who write about real people and I know I can’t stop them. but hopefully they may change their views like I did one day

#admin answers #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #writers #ao3 #archive of our own #writing community #fandom #fandoms

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I love the cuteagens! Maybe cuteagens staring Eskel and Letho?

The fire crackled between them, the discarded skin of the trout they had consumed half an hour before curling in the flames, and Letho tasted the air. He wasn't sure what possessed him in the moment. Around others, he masked his impulses carefully, because they provided too much of an insight into his relative strengths and potential weaknesses. But with Eskel sitting opposite, illuminated in the flickering amber of the firelight, his body a little dirty, a little travelled, with pheromones and sweat lingering in the linen of his open-necked shirt, Letho found it difficult to control himself.

His tongue lacked tastebuds or scent receptors, but it did collect chemicals from the air for him to press against the roof of his mouth, and it was here that his brain could process the taste of the world around him. Earthy salt from the remains of the fish and the damp soil, the rich tang of mineral oils Eskel was using to coat his steel blade after their successful arachas hunt, and a unique, spicy perfume that was uniquely Eskel. He tasted different to Geralt; Geralt was horse hair, arenaria and bitter on the tongue; Eskel was treated leather, deep, musky, something to be savoured. It was that aroma that had drawn Letho's eye in the tavern where they'd met that morning, and now it made his serpentine eyes flicker closed for a fraction of a second, so he could--

"Everythin' a'right?" asked Eskel in his usual, laidback drawl.

Letho opened his eyes slowly. "Nothin' amiss."

"Just... you licked the air."

"Salt on my lips."

"N'aww," Eskel said, his scarred lips quirking up at the corner. Couldn't get much past this sharp-eyed blood hound. "You licked the air. Seen you do it a few times before, now I come to think of it. Thought I was just seeing things."

Hmm. Letho had not been as discreet as he'd first thought. He considered his options. A continued lie wouldn't earn much more than a dismissive snort from the wolf, further confirming Eskel's belief that Letho hid more than he shared, which meant he was untrustworthy, or he could share this one little tidbit. A tiny sliver of trust in a witcher that had walked the Path as long as he had. Eskel had his own code based on honour, neutrality and avoidance of conflict. The threat was relatively minor and, Letho reasoned, if Eskel knew, then he could taste Eskel more often. Even if only on the air around him.

"I smell things that way."

"Huh." Eskel appeared to consider the information. It would go one of two ways. He would either judge it not sufficiently interesting and continue tending to the sword across his lap or, more likely, he would want to investigate. That was one thing Eskel and Geralt had in common, by Letho's evaluation. Curiosity. But whereas Geralt's extended to politics and people, Eskel's was purely based in the natural world. Couldn't show him an odd looking mushroom without him snaffling it off for a little analysis. If pressed, Letho would admit it to be somewhat endearing. "How's that work then?"

Those deep amber eyes, so much richer in colour than Letho's own, widened a little, trained on Letho's mouth. Letho let his tongue poke out again, topping up the taste of Eskel against the roof of his mouth. "There's a vomeronasal organ in the roof of my mouth. Works through chemoreception, which is--"

"I know what chemoreception is," Eskel huffed, putting his sword aside to roll onto his knees. "Same way basilisks and slyzards smell. Never considered you'd've been given mutagens from those sources. Makes sense though, biggest vipers outside the ones in the grass, although I always figured you'd have had more wyvern, an'--" Eskel was shuffling over but hesitated when Letho raised an eyebrow. Eskel's propriety caught up with him, and he sat back on his heels with a quiet rumble, a chastened hound whose nose had wandered too close to the dinner plate, "can I look?"

Eskel looking meant he got closer, and now that Letho had conceded a little, he wanted to concede more, just to see where it led. It was a slippery slope, and he could hear Ivar's lecture about the duplicitous nature of other schools droning in the back of his head. They were a distraction from the mission, blind to the real purpose of the order. Letho packaged him away in the recesses of his memory and focused on the broadness of Eskel's face.

Hillfolk, Letho recalled. The witch had said as much during one of her many pontifications. As much of a pain in his arse as she had been, Yennefer had provided lots of intelligence on the nature of the wolf school. Letho traced Eskel's wide brow and nose with his eyes; his fingers itched to follow their path, but he kept them resolutely on his thighs as his mouth dropped open for Eskel's inspection.

"Minor warping of the palate, but not much," Eskel murmured, leaning in closer. Letho couldn't hide his body's reaction. His skin crackled like it had been touched by lightning, and the smell of Eskel's made his head light. His palm left his thigh and cupped beneath Eskel's chin to pull him away, but only far enough to meet his eyes. The deepest gold Letho had ever seen, richer than Toussaintese honey. Eskel grimaced, "Got somethin' to say?" Eskel's fingers tightened around Letho's wrist in mild warning.

It was then that Letho realised what he'd done. Lifted a wolf's head to expose his throat. But Eskel hadn't bitten back, hadn't shoved him away; his pupils were blown wide, two black suns highlighted in liquid amber. Letho tilted his own head, tongue darting briefly between his lips. Arousal. And not just his own. Eskel had intended this to happen. "You're playing a dangerous game," Letho said.

"Only play games when the odds are in my favour," Eskel replied, keeping his gaze steady. Letho tested, slipping his hand a little lower to the hinge of Eskel's jaw. He saw the flicker of appreciation even if Eskel tried to keep his gaze level. Eskel pushed against Letho's palm. "Your move."

Letho considered his options, measured the disadvantages of revealing this little crack in his facade, and pulled Eskel towards him. Letho made the wolf arch, stretching him off balance to keep the game in his favour, and brought their lips together. Eskel tasted just as Letho expected; like the divine come to earth. The scent of him washed through Letho's body like a tide, consuming his every sense, leaving quivering eagerness in its wake.

When the wolf let out a little whine, a trill of pleasure followed by a slump on his posture, Letho crowded him to the ground. He slipped a hand into that awful fucking haircut to force Eskel's head back, and licked a long stripe up his exposed throat. Eskel arched against him, strong hands gripping hard at Letho's shoulders. "If I'd known you were so eager to show me your belly, dog," Letho growled. "I'd'a offered sooner."

"Shut up and fuck me," Eskel snarled, or tried, his voice broke around the moan Letho forced from him with a sucking bite at the hinge of his jaw.

Letho smirked, teeth somehow sharper in the dying firelight. "Gladly."

#lethskel #witcher eskel #letho of gulet #tw3 #cutagens

[esther-dot]

I'm the 2011/2013 Tumblr anon, and this is kind of embarrassing to admit but I'm also the original Dune anon, if that gives you any idea of my fandom background. (*/ω＼*) I've been in fandom since I was probably eleven or twelve, so fandom is basically home to me lol. I was always more of a sci-fi fan than a fantasy fan growing up, and so it wasn't until GOT I heard of the books; I'd never been a fan of the show, and I was impartial at best to the books. (At school, I knew classmates were reading them--- but for full context, I was a nerd disliked by other nerds for being too weird, so I wanted nothing to do with Tolkien/GRRM lol). I still have a bone to pick with GRRM (and this is partly what limits my participation) and in the case of my regular fandom, I'm very much used to isolation lol. (It's alt-right trolls who have a problem with me... sigh. Imagine a ship like Jonsa which redeems the books' thematic ideas and that's my situation).

I actually was familiar with the Sansa/Sandor ship long before I was interested in either media, because of the shipping circles I run in. Going from that lack of context to the context revealed in the actual books was very weird, because they seem like extremely disparate concepts. If you take Sansa/Sandor scenes and rearrange things, including the numbers in Sansa's age, it does feel like a powerfully violent BatB rendering with a dash of medieval pseudorealism; he's no prince and the romance is impossible, but perhaps he could be her knight or guardian in an unconsummated chaste romance or secret affair etc. It made me really rethink some of the ships I was interested in, and why, and where my tastes diverged from people I usually trusted. I am much less interested in ship archetypes by themselves than how those are enshrined in the narrative/themes at stake. It's also just interesting to me that Jonsa is an arguably truer, redeeming rendering of BatB, or a revisitation of that theme--- which GRRM is interested in, Sansa/Sandor fans are correct about that, but I think it's foreshadowing a future arc for her. Surely all the BatB exploration is being set up for something big?

So how did I find Jonsa.... well, it was a consequence of reading the books lol, though I imagine many people would say the show was illuminating (which is no condemnation that antis think it is). My interest in the books was primarily piqued through the show's ending--- I came to things rather late, but I'm thankful for that, considering that it seems like some of the best fandom discourse has taken place since then. I was mostly interested in it for the purposes of comparison of adaptation, which I find very interesting, and because I find predicting endgames in general very fun albeit painful. I watch a lot of things just to see what my instinctual feeling is because I like practising my narrative divination. I like engaging with storytelling! But I do have a mechanical fascination with it as well. I think this motivated my sending an ask about Dune to both you and transdimensional-void, mostly because the thing that often leads me in the right direction is getting a 'feeling' for the tone of something--- sometimes even beyond pure narrative reasoning. Lol

You'd ordinarily think the show would be offputting to a Jonsa theory (and this is a major spanner in the works, although I do kind of only semi-ironically believe they paired Jon with D/aenerys because E/milia Clarke is shorter than Kit H/arrington, where S/ophie is too tall, which they couldn't have predicted before being informed about a potential Jonsa resolution--- when in doubt, assume stupidity) but Jonsa is also deliciously ironic and tragic even if redeemed through an actual marriage (and we have so many weddings, over and over, that a symbolic redemption of Rhaegar/Lyanna's wound is basically being begged for--- Lyanna is realised in many ways in the story, through both Arya and Sansa... but it makes sense they'd redeem two sides to Lyanna, the wild wolfgirl and the girl married to a dragon. The wound inflicted through Rhaegar's absconding with Lyanna has to be redeemed, whether that is positively or shirking the possibility of a Lyanna/Rhaegar union altogether, so the door is open for tragic Jonsa in my eyes. These types of narrative questions are what I look out for when predicting narrative resolutions and is what led to me to seriously consider Jonsa). I was meditating on this recently because people were asking whether Cat and Ned would approve, and the marriage is only possible because they're dead. A Jon/Sansa arrangement is only possible because they have lost the people they loved most, and perhaps--- like I've seen suggested!--- it might even drive Arya away. As a writer, that, to me, is how you make Ned and Catelyn's deaths in the story echo in a bittersweet way. It's good storytelling. It goes beyond 'and we re-enact the lessons of parents' which is the normal way you'd realise parental remembrance and legacy. And something tells me GRRM isn't interested in predictability. Unless you've read Gothic literature.

So, beyond Jonsa I'm very interested in the reasoning underpinning the show's derivations, and in my case I'm much more interested in Jonsa in the books than the show (that wasn't really what did it), though in the case of the show, I'm interested in where you can potentially see reflections of a book dynamic. But so much of the adaptation is muddied that it's hard to parse, and I'm really not sure how much of GRRM's suggestions they truly had versus what they stuck to. If they knew they needed 'a Jon romance', in the same way as they needed Robb to break his wedding pact with the Freys, but supplemented Talisa, what was motivating their decisionmaking? D/aenerys was the selling star of the show and basically the face of it, and the face of the merchandise and the cultural conversation etc. (which is why they made her death punishing--- the storytelling is so spiteful, and normally I'm a villain apologist through and through, but this case was particularly egregious) and it would seem silly not to give her a romance, because how can you write important female characters without romance? Now, I'm a perennial romance apologist, but the thinking here, to me, seems rather suspicious. So, I think what's special about ASOIAF right now is we've got a theoretical ending through the show, but where does that translate to the books? And where does the fandom get it wrong, and where do they get it right? The historic ubiquity of Sansa/Sandor, and many other fandom trends (e.g. D/aenerys is the rightful ruler, or tragic heroine, and so on) is kind of like honey to me, because all of those theories were completely blown out of the water by the show, but critically--- critically--- there's still room for expansion in the book for other directions. I was put off by simplistic interpretations of the books that floated around and when I read them the fandom characterisation, crossplatform, was actually shocking to me.

Since you asked--- and I'm terribly sorry--- I have a lot of feelings about when TWOW may or may not come out, not just because of anticipation, but because GRRM's authorial struggle is hard to watch through the eyes of fandom. The condemnation of his procrastination, his apparent carelessness--- that he 'took the money and ran'--- the hopelessness--- it's very hard to watch, and what I wonder is how he feels as a writer. Releasing TWOW will lead him into the final endgame, and he'll have to say goodbye to his magnum opus. That is very hard, beyond the show sailing ahead, and beyond anything else. It also gets to me in a personal way (which no one else can help!) because I am a writer trying to finish a long work, and I'm literally at the equivalent point GRRM is, and--- although he's a celebrated published author, and I'm writing for the sole joy of it--- I think that there is probably something fundamentally similar there, which is that holy fuck it's hard. It doesn't matter how much you know what you need to do, doing it is hard, and writing itself is actually an extremely difficult task. And by writing that means formulating ideas, as well as actual finger to DOS machine.

Writing sometimes is kind of like trying to paint a person, except you've never seen a human being before.

But I think that if GRRM is really committed to his bittersweet romanticism, he can pull off a goodbye, lol. And as much as I quibble with his narrative ethos and sometimes he makes me tear my hair out, I want to see him complete his work, because I think every single author deserves that. And because I think that at a minimum, for something like ASOIAF, the legacy of its ending ought to be his final say. I can't speak to his actual psyche but I do fully believe if he can publish TWOW, he can do ADOS. My observation is that TWOW is structurally much more difficult than ADOS, and I think that's one of many reasons he's been dragging his heels, long before the show caught up. Once he gets to the victory lap of ADOS, he will probably have both a professionally and emotionally easier time in terms of having to finish it. TWOW merges the split threads of AFFC and ADWD, whereas ADOS will only have to follow through (touch wood) on the one book, where many perspectives and their storylines will have converged--- at some point, we may have Sansa, Jon, and Brienne all unified! Which resolves character goals as well as being more economic with POV distribution. This is the angle I find very interesting because I think the way he uses character chapters to establish context and meaning beyond pure character is actually genius and rarely done so well in genre fiction, and I'm completely envious of it. (This is also why Jon/Sansa makes so much sense).

This is a terribly long ask so please don't feel the need to respond line by line, lol. I think I got a little excited! Having a positive fandom interaction is so nice. It's really weird that fandom has become such a polarised place (I mean, we had ship wars, but people kept to themselves more), and you're lucky Jonsa is your first fandom--- well, outside of the anti-Jonsas--- because I think it's a lovely place.

This goes for any Jonsa reading it: thank you all for literally keeping me sane. 🥰🥰🥰🥰 If I may ask, Esther, I think you've said that you came to Jonsa through the show then the books--- what drew you to Tumblr fandom? I'm always interested in how people find fandom!

Dune, anon! I'll tag @transdimensional-void because your convo about it did make me finally watch Dune (although I still don't think I'll read the book, sorry!), but the film was gorgeous. I didn't realize the director was Villeneuve. He always has very interesting projects and arresting visuals. Arrival was such a surprising take on an alien movie and it has really stayed with me. I think he has exquisite pacing, too.

Well now I’m even more concerned about the attempted doxing! Horrifying. The internet can be a wonderful thing, but I swear, it brings out the absolute worst in people.

I totally get what you mean about S*nsan seemingly being a BatB thing, but I’ve suggested before that it’s more in line with one of the old monster movies or even King Kong which love to pair something terrifying with a beautiful woman or little girl. It doesn’t mean romance, it’s the juxtaposition of extremes, raw power being stopped by beauty, violence being calmed by gentleness. There’s that line at the end of King Kong, “It was beauty killed the beast.” IMO, the beast and beauty idea is certainly there for the Hound and Sansa, I just don't think it's Disney's Beauty and the Beast. It's a highly romanticized idea, but not a romance in the way we use the term now.

My parents are both huge readers, not really into novels. My dad liked The Hobbit and LOTR tho, and got really into doing dramatic readings of those at bedtime for us kids. I remember The Hobbit the best because he’d make up tunes for all the songs and sing them. They’re very nostalgic for me, that love extends to the LOTR movies, but made it impossible for me to sit through the Hobbit adaptation. Anyway, I read a few sci fi and fantasy books, but I never really got into it. My little sister on the other hand luuuuurrrvs fantasy and she was the one who got me to watch GoT (I’d heard of the books, hadn’t read them) together, but then we ended up living in different states and she decided that it should be our thing to avoid spoilers and only watch the show when we got together. So, we were always running behind from that point on, but we made it through s5 that way. Eventually we just didn’t have the time to do that, and she was so disgusted with s5 she was happy to drop it completely--never watched another episode. I was too invested to stop, so I watched s6-7 myself and was simply appalled by the characterization of Jon. It made me get online for GoT content for the first time. This was in 2018. I saw that Martin gave interviews saying the show’s ending would be his ending, so I a) sped read the books, b) started listening to some of his interviews, c) saw the term “Jonsa” for the first time in the comments of one.

It took nothing to get me onboard because Jon and Sansa were my favorites, I really loved their scenes together, I hated everything after they separated in s7, and I read a lot of 19th century lit as a teenager, so cousin marriage didn't even strike me as weird in the historical context. I can't remember which meta it was I read first, one of Fedon's or blindestspot's prediction of a Jonsa reunion and marriage from 2013, but I got on tumblr and was totally sucked into the fandom.

“I do kind of only semi-ironically believe they paired Jon with D/aenerys because E/milia Clarke is shorter than Kit H/arrington, where S/ophie is too tall”  — I’m screaming. D&D @ Kit: "Sorry buddy, if you didn’t want your character to fall in love with a mass murdering tyrant you should have kept growing." lmaooooo.

“Jonsa is also deliciously ironic and tragic even if redeemed through an actual marriage (and we have so many weddings, over and over, that a symbolic redemption of Rhaegar/Lyanna's wound is basically being begged for--- Lyanna is realised in many ways in the story, through both Arya and Sansa... but it makes sense they'd redeem two sides to Lyanna, the wild wolfgirl and the girl married to a dragon. The wound inflicted through Rhaegar's absconding with Lyanna has to be redeemed, whether that is positively or shirking the possibility of a Lyanna/Rhaegar union altogether, so the door is open for tragic Jonsa in my eyes.” --You put this so beautifully. I wish you'd get a side blog and post that in the Jonsa tag, I love it!

One of the major puzzles to me is how the fandom all know just how much the text talks to itself, it's notably self-referential, so the way they dismiss the idea of Rhaegar's son and a Stark girl romance...I have a really hard time believing they don't see the logic there, how it would bring things full circle. The way they treat S*nsan as "practically canon" while calling Jonsa a crack ship when we have that hanging over our heads is a little incomprehensible.

“I was meditating on this recently because people were asking whether Cat and Ned would approve, and the marriage is only possible because they're dead. A Jon/Sansa arrangement is only possible because they have lost the people they loved most, and perhaps--- like I've seen suggested!--- it might even drive Arya away.” --I agree with this too. I am very struck by how NedCat, some of the best people and one of the best relationships Martin offers, has this pain and tragedy written into their love. That's a big reason why I can't quite get on board with an easy resolution to Jonsa, because Martin is just drawn to conflict which is why his characters and story is so compelling, but also makes me think, there will be layers to Jonsa, some real pain there.

“And something tells me GRRM isn't interested in predictability. Unless you've read Gothic literature.” — I once posted a list of gothic lit tropes and he’s included all of them. But Gothic heavily influenced horror, and ASOIAF has horror elements, so that isn't totally surprising when you think about it. It still amuses me though!

It’s definitely a real struggle to see the sense behind D&D’s choices but when I was reading an interview looking for a specific quote, I did see that even in 2011 Martin was saying he knew the endgames, which is a) comforting for Sansa ending up safely in Winterfell purposes, b) reassuring for Dark Dany believers, c) hilarious when you think about how many people are still pissed about Arya and Bran’s fates. And Jon? Well, I’ve made my peace with a tragic ending (although I’ve mocked it a great deal too because I can't see how it works), but we all know they fucked him over the most in s7-8, so I could also see D&D trashing what his ending was meant to be in favor of catering to Targ fans. Apparently Emilia has recently reiterated her frustration that Jon “got away” with killing Dany, so like…imagine the rage if he’d killed Dany and then got a HEA in Winterfell. 

My feeling is that Martin told them Jon would kill Dany and they chose to do "the romance" (which imo, they didn't like because the way they wrote and filmed it and permitted Kit to act it just...sabotaged it in every way imaginable) to make it more palatable to her fans who ate it up. They actually are comforted that Jon "loved" Dany and after s8 dropped pics/gifs of him cradling her dead body into our tag bragging that he loved her. Like, D&D made really crappy choices, but I think it was about manhandling their audience while hitting Martin's plot points they knew the Targ fans would hate, not a result of them throwing out the endgames.

“ The condemnation of his procrastination, his apparent carelessness--- that he 'took the money and ran' --I’m not a Martin defender, I have real reservations with some of his choices, but I have family his age and do try to think of him as a person. I find a lot of how people speak of him...well, I have no issue with people being frustrated we don't have TWOW considering how long ago he said he'd finish it (like, back in 2016) and how often since then he's indicated getting close to the end only for it to then sound like he's quite a ways away. As long as people don't harass him, I don't think it's an issue to talk about this in fandom spaces. However, they often sound ignorant of what it takes to write something like ASOIAF, with all the levels he's trying to work on. Also, his writing style sounds like a total nightmare? The idea of tearing things up to fix them seems hopeless to me, and he’s talked about doing this repeatedly—it would be so hard to finish a chapter or several and then realize, nope, gotta rework all of it.

“because I am a writer trying to finish a long work, and I'm literally at the equivalent point GRRM is, and--- although he's a celebrated published author, and I'm writing for the sole joy of it--- I think that there is probably something fundamentally similar there, which is that holy fuck it's hard.” --Oh ho ho! Well, you know that’s gonna make me have all sorts of questions, so if you want to tell me about your work (genre, tome or series, influences, themes etc) I am all ears, but I also know some writers have to keep all that to themselves until they’re done so I won’t pry. Although, because of our exchanges, I would be interested in how you use romance in your own writing.

“writing itself is actually an extremely difficult task” // “Writing sometimes is kind of like trying to paint a person, except you've never seen a human being before.” —dead! I think the issue is, many people don’t distinguish between types of writing? So someone doesn’t distinguish between the goal and what say, a modern romance is attempting to accomplish versus a Jane Austen novel. They might end the evaluation at "like or didn't" and not grasp what all goes into different types of novels, their individual successes or failures, and why some novelists can complete multiple novels in a year, another might spend a few years on one. I think about this a lot when I see people suggest Martin get some ghost writers, and like, this man isn’t churning out genre fiction (which I love, I was a snob as a teen and cured myself, but it is an entirely different kind of writing!), so it's just...a lot of fans totally misjudge the effort required and how easily replicated the work would be.

“I think that at a minimum, for something like ASOIAF, the legacy of its ending ought to be his final say” --I find it incredibly sad every year that goes by and the chance of him completing his series dwindles. People forget that what holds sway over a culture doesn’t always have staying power and a) I think his work is doomed to being forever misinterpreted unless he finishes and b) I don’t think he’ll have accomplished what he wanted to regarding elevating fantasy / getting it the respect he believes it deserves unless he gets to that ending. It's a shame.

I enjoyed reading all your thoughts on Jonsa, the ideas it touches on and how GoT/ASOIAF might differ. Thank you!

#long post #dot chat

[melloween-candie]

Yandere Lip [L.G]

Lip Gallagher as a Yandere Headcanon

A/n - I didn't really organize this. I just wrote what was on my mind. Either way, I hope you enjoy :)

Warning! Spoilers, Yandere themes, Kidnapping, Mention of manipulation, Mention of gaslighting, Selfishness, Cussing, Stalking, Mention of s*x, Mention of blackmail, Mention of drugs, Possessiveness, Mention of murder, Breeding kink, Mention of alcoholism, Mention of guilt-tripping, Mention of child abuse, Domestic violence, violence (in general)

Word count: 698

[Female reader]

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Yandere type: [Manipulator]

Lip wouldn't automatically become a yandere the moment he meets you. It would slowly burn into him with each passing minute he spends with you.

However, once he sees you, he won't understand why he can't get you out of his head.

He isn't stupid, unlike most people from the southside. If Lip had to, he'd make a plan to trap you. Although he prefers not to since it would be too suspicious for you to just vanish. People would go looking for you, and he doesn't want the attention.

He isn't beneath manipulating/gaslighting you to get what he wants, though.

However, he's not the type to torture you. He has morals, after all.

He'd much rather prefer everything to be "normal." With you, his obedient girlfriend, by his side.

But if you don't comply, he'll find a way to make your life he*l.

He's the type of yandere that likes the chase.

Lip is the kind of guy that likes to be prepared for things, so he'd study you for months before interacting with you.

After that, he will try and woo you into being with him.

He never really cared about titles all that much. He'd probably fu*k you a lot before claiming you as his 'girlfriend.'

If you have a boyfriend. He'd get rid of him. He would most likely sabotage your relationship. Killing him would be his last option.

If you had a girlfriend. He'd also get rid of them. Mostly by sabotage. He'd prefer not to kill her.

He would love for you to be obedient, but if you aren't, then he'd just shape you to be.

If you find out about who he really is, then he'd pretend to leave. Make you feel like you won, then come back and destroy everything strategically.

He wouldn't kill everyone you know, but he'd threaten you.

Would most likely use blackmail to make you do things.

He believes that you hating him is better than you not being there.

Lip would also drug you. Like a lot, depending on how much you fight him and stuff.

His punishments include-

Breaking your reputation (Ex: He'd make everyone think you're a sl*t or something)

Making you lose your job.

Framing you (Ex: If you had kids, he could frame you for child abuse or something)

Basically, mental torture

If you had kids, you probably won't see them again. He won't tell you where he hid them, and he'd use it as a threatening way to make you do things.

He'd say stuff like "If you were a good mother-"

He is very possessive.

He isn't afraid to admit it if he lost but he will never stop chasing you.

If you escape. He would do everything in his power to get you back.

I don't think he'd let any of the Gallaghers know either.

He knows that if anyone in his family finds out they'd most likely try to stop him.

He'd probably end up killing them, but he'd make it look like an accident.

Doesn't care about marriage all that much but would definitely have a breeding kink.

I feel like he would be in a really bad mental state the whole time, so he'd drink a lot.

Lip would definitely not understand boundaries, at least when it comes to you.

He wouldn't care when or where. He'd honestly fu*k you anywhere. He couldn't care less if someone saw.

He would constantly have his hands on you at all times.

If you guys had kids, he'd be a good dad with them. He'd act like nothing ever bad happened and that he'd play the perfect role of a dad and make you look like the bad guy.

He'd make you go crazy honestly.

Basically, it would be a toxic situation for you.

He wouldn't lock you up. But he would force you to be his and the loving Mother to his children.

And if you tried to get help then you already know he'll pull all the mental tricks on you. (Guilt tripping, gaslighting, blackmailing, etc)

He isn't even below hurting his own kids to get you back.

A/n

Overall, he isn't the worst Yandere, but I'd much rather not, either. ^^;

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[cebwrites]

May I please ask for some sfw head canons with a dash of hurt/comfort on how Buggy, Corazon, and Katakuri would spend a chill evening hanging out at home with a GN S/O who bummed out that they didn't have the spoons to do the suprised date they'd planed because of a flare.

of course <3 (slight spoilers?? for chapter 1056 in buggy’s section)

having a quiet night in with their s/o (Buggy, Rosinante, Katakuri)

gn reader, hurt/comfort but a lot of fluff word count: 0.7k

Buggy

There isn’t really such a thing as a peaceful moment on Buggy’s crew, at least not usually, and definitely not now with the Cross Guild taking up everyone’s time

So it feels doubly disappointing on your end that now that the two of you did manage to make time, for something special - not that Buggy would let you see any of his upset if he felt any, though

He’s just rambling about as usual, pacing around as he gathers everything you’d need for a comfy night in; blankets, pillows, snacks, the whole shebang, acting as though nothing had changed and this was always the plan 

Buggy’s good at hiding his emotions, particularly the negative ones, like that, though it’s not something you’d encourage, you appreciate the sentiment here

You joke and laugh all night long, teasing him about being Crocodile and Mihawk’s new lap dog before Buggy fluffs up like an indignant bird and attacks you with tickles, you accidentally kick him in the midst of it all but you’re still laughing at his overblown antics

You both passed out shitfaced on the couch although neither of you drank all that much, but wrapped up in his arms the next morning, hearing your absolute clown of a man’s cute honk-shoo snoring that he’d never admit to? Yeah, this is the life you wouldn’t trade for the world

Rosinante

Rosi is nothing but understanding, him of all people would never judge you for having a bad day and need to spend some time indoors for a bit

He’s 100% dedicated to cheering you up, who needs to go on a fancypants date outside anyway? There’s loads of fun to be had at home!

Okay, maybe he’s a little over the top about it, but really he’s worried and just wants to make sure you’re feeling alright, a little nervous for what to do at the moment, too

You can tell he’s a little frazzled, but that’s nothing a cuddle session can’t fix; he’d run his fingers through your hair, you’d hear his heartbeat slow as Rosi pressed soft kisses against your forehead along with strings of praised and how much he loved you

Once the two of you were a bit more grounded, he’d suggest passing the time with some board games - some he’s incredibly skilled at and  laughably unlucky with others

The hands of his simple wall clock turn faster than either of you notice, easily tucking away the takeout you’d ordered mid-game so Rosi can get back to swindling all your potatochips through blackjack, only for you to absolute destroy him at Battleships

It’s well into the AMs when you start yawning and even Cora’s rubbing the sand out of his eyes, but neither of you want to sleep quite yet - so a compromise is made, by taking those games to the bedroom

Needless to say, you and Rosi fall asleep with fake money and Monopoly pieces strewn about, the sheets, but either one of you had managed to maneuver into a position on the other’s chest, and frankly you’re really comfy with the outcome

Katakuri

Similar to Buggy (somehow), you’d also find yourself playing catch-up a lot with Katakuri - it’s to be expected of someone in the Charlotte family, and especially with one of the ‘best’ at that

Unlike the clown, though, Kat doesn’t let you deflect your disappointment and actively urges (as subtly as he can) you to share your feelings with him, reassuring you that none of this was your fault and, while his busy schedule can be frustrating at the best of times, he’s more than willing to put forth the changes needed if it meant spending more time with you

A night in isn’t all bad, not to say that Katakuri wasn’t looking forward to going out with you, but a private ‘at home date’ also meant that he wouldn’t need to be putting on airs for anyone and you’d be able to just relax with each other in your jammies

He carries you to bed when you start dozing off between movies despite any protests and the two of you have a lovely peaceful night’s sleep for once, illuminated by the stars peeking through the large open window in Kata’s grand room

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