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lipringlrh · 5 months

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'tis the damn season | OP81

summary: cold weather and old towns reunite an old love. based on ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift.

pairing: oscar piastri x ex!reader

an: start of my winter/chirstmas series and evermore series!! i'm writing more, especically for oscar. also, i apologise for my absence, im in the middle of exams atm :/

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none!

feedback appreciated!!!

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It had been a long time coming, seeing Oscar again. You were surprised you hadn’t run into him in other places around the country, during his breaks between races, but you didn’t know enough about him anymore to properly comment.

He hadn't been back in a while, you noticed from his instagram. You didn't like knowing what he was up to but you couldn't help but check everytime he showed up on your feed.

The first time you saw him was in a coffee shop, the one you use to frequent when you were together. You didn’t talk; you didn’t even meet eye to eye. You didn’t know if he saw you, you presumed he did but just had no interest in talking to you again. You walked right past him, surely he would’ve seen you, you thought.

He did see you but only to watch you leave. He was too focused on his phone to notice any of his surroundings whilst inside, it was only when you almost brushed past him that he felt an urge to look up. Possibly due to your familiar perfume or the familiar jacket you always wore, he didn’t consciously know, but the urge compelled him like no other. He watched you walk away, drink in hand, fighting the drive to run after you. He knew you’d seen him, he could feel it, but you didn’t say anything, using that as an excuse to hold back.

The second time you saw him was a shock too. You were parked in the rundown carpark behind the old church on the way to the early Sunday market. It was a tradition that you always dragged Oscar along to, every time parking in the same spot, the one in the top left-hand corner where the car lines seemed the least jagged, instead of the actual market's carpark, which was always too packed for your liking.

Oscar had been running around the town like a madman, visiting every place you two had ever been together. He didn’t understand it but some force inside him wanted to see you again. He didn’t know why or for what but deep down he knew he had to see you.

He pulled into the carpark, seeing very few cars parked there. He drove towards the top left but his heart dropped seeing a black toyota celica in your spot. It never crossed his mind it could’ve been you.

He bit his lip, instead parking along the same row but closer to the other side. He noticed someone in the car using the mirror in the sun visor before climbing out. He immediately recognised the jacket. How couldn’t he? Especially after he was the one who bought it for you all that time ago.

He couldn’t move. He felt frozen. His heart swelled with adoration yet he didn’t understand why. He watched you walk away again, slowly as though not the slip on the thin sheet of ice on the ground. He watched as you turned around the corner towards the market, desperate to follow but realising he was probably too late and would lose you in the crowds of people.

Instead he sat there for an amount of time he couldn’t count. He watched more cars pull in and park up and others drive away, critiquing each for just using it as a carpark and not loving it as he did. He felt stupid for thinking it but he couldn’t help it.

He almost missed you walking back towards your car as he was too focused on watching an old bmw fail to park well. He would’ve missed you completely if it wasn’t for your slight slip on the side of your pavement. You managed to catch yourself easily before brushing yourself off, peering around and hoping no one saw.

He jumped out of his car as fast as light, almost slipping himself in the process. He forgot to lock his car and just bolted toward you. As he got closer he began screaming your name whilst waving his arms, making sure you couldn’t miss him.

You recognised his voice instantly, freezing for a moment, your hand about to open your car door, before turning around to face him.

You waved back, trying not to laugh to yourself at his repeated slips on the ice due to his speed trying to reach you.

He was eventually in front of you, taking you all properly for the first time in what felt like years. He noticed you bought a new scarf: a burgundy-red one with tassels at the end. It looked warm and he couldn’t help but feel glad you were keeping cozy.

“Hi,” he spoke first, awkward as ever. His eyes were flicking everywhere but your own, barely keeping locked on anything for more than a split second.

You laughed lightly at his awkward, flustered state, glad he was the same as before, “hi, Oscar.”

His whole face brightened at hearing his name fall from your lips. He went red, smiling brighter than the sun. His eyes met yours and he just smiled, not saying anything in return.

“Have you been to the market yet? It’s gotten good again, especially now it’s getting colder,” you smiled, trying to make gentle conversation. You missed Oscar, you really did, but you thought any long conversation with him would throw you back into the deep end of feelings and you didn’t know if you could handle that.

“I was just about to, I haven’t been in a while,” he paused, looking like he wanted to say more so you kept quiet, waiting for him to continue, “do you- do you want to show me around?”

“Well, it’s pretty much the same layout as before, same people too-“

“I want you to show me around.” He stated, firmer but still soft, hoping you’d take the hint.

You nodded and began leading him towards the market again, reminiscing on old times; your time at the markets before, old snow days, and your relationship. It didn’t once feel wrong with him, even when he got awkward, the space was never awkward, it felt comforting and right.

You’d made your way around a lot of the stores, Oscar buying a few handmade cards he saw whilst you bought a mini trinket you debated buying your first time around.

You eventually reached the stall where you bought the scarf and he couldn’t help but notice the matching hat. It was the same colour with a matching pompom.

He picked up, walking closer to you so he could place it over your head, ignoring your complaints. He tugged it down, realised he pulled it too far down your forehead and pushed it back, messing up your hair until little bits were sticking out the front of the hat. He lifted the front of the hat, moving your hair around, placing it in the perfect position.

It was all out of your control but his closeness to you and ways he could fluster you with barely a touch still amazed you.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on you, locking with yours rather than the hat.

He turned back towards the stall, ignoring your obvious flushed state, and finding the person selling all the hand-knitted woollens.

She was on older lady, possibly in her 60s, possibly in her 70s. She looked sweet, her demeanour radiating happiness.

“We’ll take it,” he told her, reaching for his wallet. You immediately tried to stop him, taking out your own wallet. It was a gorgeous hat, you regretted not buying it earlier, but you felt guilty for making him pay when you’ve only just seen each other again.

“Ignore her,” he grinned at the lady, handing her a note and a few coins.

She only smiled back, handing him a pre-handwritten receipt, “you two are the cutest couple around here. Don’t let my son and his girlfriend hear though.”

Oscar just smiled even more, laughing slightly before thanking her and putting his wallet back in his pocket. You were slightly shocked but just let it happen, smiling at the lady as you both walked away.

You carried on around the market, in your matching scarf and hat, completely ignoring whatever just happened. Oscar tried to buy you anything your eyes seemed to land on for more than a few seconds but you refused each time, feeling guilty.

Oscar noticed your growing irritation, he began to slow down his offers and take it easier with you, hoping he wasn't the cause.

You finished around the rest of the stalls rather quickly as Oscar didn’t have much of an interest in anything that wasn’t you. You began walking back to your cars, you quieter than before, and Oscar just locked in staring at you.

You looked down for most of the walk, deciding to not try and talk until your entering the car park again.

“Thank you, Oscar, but you didn’t need to buy me the hat. Let me pay you back please,” you asked, reaching for your purse.

He just shook his head, dismissing it as absurdity, “don’t be silly.”

“Oscar-"

“No, I told you I’d buy you anything you want, remember?” he told you with full certainty. You were reaching your car now and you both hated it, not wanting to leave each other.

You sighed, “that was when we were together, Osc, not anymore.”

He ignored every word you said, focusing on the old nickname that came out of your mouth. It made his heart beat faster and his palms get sweaty but he didn’t care, he loved it.

“Let’s be together again then,” he spoke, as it was the easiest thing he’d ever suggested. As much as you’d love it, all you could think about was the endless amount of things that could go wrong. You couldn’t handle another heartbreak, especially not an Oscar induced heartbreak. You’d never struggled particularly hardly to get over anything until it came to him. When you broke up, it shattered you both and you didn’t think you could handle that again.

“But- but what if-”

“What ifs are stupid. I know it didn’t work before but it can work again. I promise you everything that I will make this work, “ he spoke sincerely, finally reaching your car once again.

He watched your face for any signs he could recognise. He could feel your thoughts racing like second hand nature but he could see the feeling of love on your face, knowing you want this just as much as he does, it was just your own thoughts blocking you.

“I’ll show it to you, I'll prove it to you how much I want this and how I won’t give you up a second time. Give me until next weekend and I’ll show you how much I’m willing to give you my all in this,” he promised knowing he’d never mean anything this much.

Everything he felt was flowing back to him and he couldn’t imagine a life without you in it again. He knew he had been missing something and deep down he always knew it was you.

You were leant on your car, letting it hold up your weight. You were fiddling with your fingers, messing with anything to avoid looking at him. You wanted to think rationally but you knew looking up at him would mean it would all be over. You knew you loved him but you couldn’t go though another heartbreak again.

He grabbed your hands and felt immediate warmth spread all throughout him, blocking out the freezing air around him.

“Okay,” you whispered, the smile that was ghosting your face becoming full formed and beaming. You finally looked up at him and noticed he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

He pulled you in for a hug, holding you tighter than ever before. He head rested against yours and he wanted to keep it like that forever.

“Thank you,” he whispered, grateful for the opportunity and unable to express his pure admiration for you.

“There’s no need to thank me, Osc, I’d run back to you a thousands times if I could,” you replied in full honestly, your whole body full of love to give him.

“So does that mean you’ll spend the day with me? I need to get groceries and I need someone to guide me around the shop aisles.”

You laughed against him, squeezing him that little bit tighter, never wanting to let him go again.

He smiles against you, happy to hold you again, “you think I’m joking, I’m absolutely serious.”

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art-of-ket · 11 months

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Miguel O'Hara is acting odd when you go to speak with him about the nature of the Web of Life and Destiny and having a future despite his past.

This is my first time publishing a fic here so I hope y'all like it :) leave me some critiques and comments!

GN reader, SFW, minor acts of aggression, so much angst

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"Mr. O'Hara?"

You walked cautiously into his office as if on tightrope, ready to leave as quickly as possible if necessary.

"What is it?"

The room was unusually dark, orange glow from the screens high up the only indicator of his existence. He muttered something to Lyla and she appeared in front of you, materializing from your watch. She whispered to you conspiratorially.

"He's in a mood again, y/n."

"I heard that." He echoed.

"I'll leave you two to it." She winked and fizzled out of vision.

You stood for a moment, watching the arch of his back sway as he worked. Should you wait?

"You can come up here…" You complied and shot some web to the platform, landing quietly behind him. "I'm still in the middle of something but I need a break anyways."

He shifted to face you. His eyes had darker than usual lines under them.

You had visited him alone a few times before, and each time he treated you much friendlier than expected. Whenever you were in a group meeting, he was always brash and sometimes aggressive. Much unlike now. He was quiet and patient for you. Maybe it was like that for some of the others when they met him privately. You hadn't asked around. But you were still curious.

"I was wondering if you had time to talk for a bit?"

"Sure." He folded his arms and leaned back.

"Well… I've been thinking about the multiple dimensions and canon."

"You wouldn't be the only one. What about it?"

"If we have to follow our stories out in our own worlds, what does that mean for here? I'm sure it wasn't planned out that we'd all meet."

He stayed silent.

"So do those same rules apply here?"

His eyes flicked back to you.

"What do you- of course they still apply."

"So it's just canon for all of us to be in your dimension?"

"Probably not originally. But the Great Web was spun that way."

"Just like it was spun to punish you?"

He looked at you incredulously.

"You don't know what I did."

"I know enough that it isn't fair that you're trying to clean this all up by yourself."

"I'm not doing this alone."

"Then stop acting like it." You said it so quick you let out a gasp as if it got past against your will. Which it kind of had. You never spoke to him like that. You met his gaze with wide eyes.

"Okay then." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell me, y/n, what do you want me to act like? You want me to be ignorant to the possibilities of all our dimensions' destruction?"

"No, I…"

"Cause I've already seen worlds ripped apart, children… children screaming, people dying. I can't let it keep happening." His tone raised and hitched painfully.

You took in a breath.

"And what happens once you fix it? Are you just going to wait patiently for the next accident and not make a new life for yourself?"

"I already found a life for myself and it didn't work. I don't deserve another chance." He turned away from you and gripped the desk so hard you swore the metal creaked.

"And who decides that?" You took a step towards him.

His shoulders hunched, head dipped, quivering with frustration.

"Miguel…"

He moved so fast you had blinked and found claws hovering at your eye line. You looked at his face, not even scared enough to have flinched, and saw red staring back at you. Words hung from your parted lips. He had almost attacked you. So why had he stopped?

He huffed and swung his arm back at the desk. He slumped in defeat, keeping his claws stuck in the metal.

"You should leave."

But you didn't. For the same reason he hadn't hurt you. Instead, you lowered a hand to his broad shoulder.

"We still have choices to make. No matter what the web says." Your breath shook at the end. He didn't move. You stood in silence for a while. With no response, and having made your point, you decided to leave. Before your hand could pull away, he grabbed your wrist.

"How? Why are you like this? Even after seeing the darkest sides of humanity… you still show kindness. What's wrong with you?" He looked up only enough for you to see his eyes were back to an orange hue. You met his gaze steadily.

"If I don't, who will?" You sadly chuckled. "Afterall, it's all part of being a spider-person, y'know? Staying strong, getting back up when no one else can…"

You couldn't know how much he wanted to say sorry. There's no way he'd be able to put into words how deep his regret had changed him. So he deflected.

"You called me Miguel this time, y/n." He reluctantly let go of your wrist.

"Oh. Oh! I uh… didn't overstep any formalities… I'm sor-"

"It's okay. You can call me Miguel." He stood and pulled his fingers from the desk and tried to brush the shredded metal off. That was unsuccessful, so he just tilted his hips to cover it from your sight. "I'll uh, have to tell Lyla to get someone to fix that…" He stared at you, feeling like a fool.

"I wish I could help you with that." You rubbed your arm, pulling at the suit.

"You already have helped." He caught himself when you stared back. "I mean with the other stuff. You are helpful. I'm mumbling." He rubbed the back of his hair and let out a sigh. "I'm so so sorry…"

"I know."

Words hung in the air and the bizarre nature of your visit shook your inhibitions.

"So you uh, talk with everyone else in private this way?" You chuckled.

His eyes grew wide.

"What way?" Before you could say anything. "No of course I do, yeah…"

"No?"

"Did I say no? I don't think I said no…"

"You did."

"Well I don't let just anyone get away with the stuff you pulled, that's for sure." He smirked and instantly regretted it.

"Oh."

"I mean. Ugh. Just don't mention that to anyone. I'm not going soft."

"Oh of course not…"

You looked at the floor smiling in thought. He hadn't really given you the answers you wanted after all.

"Why did you ask about what I'd do after all this is done?" That threw you off.

"Well uh someone's got to ask you… make sure you have someone to look forward to."

"Someone?" Your face flushed.

"Something! I meant something!" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm open to suggestions then, I suppose. Who… I mean, what, should I look forward to?" He teased.

"It could be someone you look forward to spending time with. Or just any kind of thing at all really." You backed up towards the edge of the platform. You were digging your grave with each word. "Uh, I should go now…"

"I look forward to talking with you again then, y/n… hopefully with less of me making a fool of myself." You squeaked at his tone and facial expression.

"Yeah, uh, of course!" He was teasing but also… was he flirting with you, or was he just so hot that it made everything he said with a smile sound flirty? You couldn't manage an answer, so you quickly turned and fled from that awkward interaction. He watched as you ran from the room.

"Lyla."

"What was that about? Did you really need to ruin another desk?"

"Lyla, focus, does y/n have feelings for me?"

She just laughed.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #gn reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

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goodoldfashionlovercorpse · 3 months

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Soul Love

pairing: Luke Castellan x daughter of Loki! reader

summary: No matter what she turned into, blood was always thicker than water. Luke, however, saw her for more than she did.

a/n: hello! this is part one. i thought there weren't enough loki kid! readers, so i started this. comments and reblogs are appreciated. have a nice day :)

warnings: implied ED, daddy issues, angst, etc.

Camp wasn’t made for her. She knew this, others showed it. A daughter of Loki did not belong at a camp for greek demigods. Despite how inviting “Camp Half-blood” maybe seem by name, it was exclusive to Greeks. Unless you want to end up in the Hermes cabin, and Y/N knew that she’d rather her brothers tear her limb by limb than ever stay there again.Well, there is one way she’d stay. Luke Castellan. Not only was he a son of Hermes, but he was the best swordsman in 300 years.

And yet he looked at her with nothing but love, as if Aphrodite shot an arrow at him herself. He made continuous efforts to include her. When she sat alone outside of the Dining Pavilion, it took the boy mear seconds to accompany her – despite the chants at his home table.

“Hey, how’s dinner going?”

“It’s going…” She played with her food, fearing it a little yet still trying to take bites. She sighed so deep it became its own form. Nothing but gloom and gray sat behind those eyes. Isolation seemed to be her only friend aside from Luke. He was so much more than her; he was a hero and she’s doomed by the narrative. Forced to know not even nuclear warfare could end this world before her father. Yet he understood what he did not know.

“Your hair is turning to snakes. Wanna try again?”

Damn it. “No.”

He poked her continuously. Setting his plate down, he waited – like a predator to its prey – until she finished eating. He knew better than to make her meals more miserable than she already felt, so he sat there waiting for the other plate to empty. Grace wasn’t the sole word he could use for her. Even in a state of distress, she looked as if the love-gods handcrafted her and brought her to life. Unfortunately, the doom of her destiny haunted her mirror. Despite her father and her being shapeshifters, there was always a piece of him in every shape she became.

The pavillion was as loud as the wind, yet Luke and her were as quiet as the moon. Should she say everything she wants or just leave it be? Her father was never one to tell the truth, especially when he said “i love you.” Saying those words with his blood flowing through her veins felt like a crime. A punishful lie. The cries of cousins burning her at the stake. At some points she’d feel ashamed for her pride. Why should she be proud to be his daughter? He has done nothing but try to end the world. He wished nothing but awful things to his children – she is not the exception.

Despite her father being a horrible being, she was his favorite child. She represented everything he was: chaos incarnate. She didn’t pick sides; even if her best friend went to war, she’d stand in between, only adding fuel to the fire. Her dad wasn’t evil, yet he wasn’t good either. He passed his neutrality onto his daughter, then tortured her for it, only to then aid her. Her. Not her siblings, just her. Loneliness and regret filled her for this, but Samirah and Alex never blamed her.

Yet seeing the pure loathing some campers held for their siblings made her uneasy. They hated their parents, yet it was obvious they are their children. They hold the same opinions, never critique their actions, always knowing one story – the Hero’s story.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Luke held her hand as he looked into her eyes. Those eyes. Oh, those eyes… the things they do to her and her soul. Those brown eyes held layers of her regrets and so little judgement. He knew every detail of her mind, even what she did not want him to know. War, Valhalla, Loki, Camp, all of it. He knows all of it. Still, love courses through his eyes. She thinks she’s delusional.

While Luke may accept her, he still doesn’t know every single thing. He knew all, except her part in Ragnarok. Odin didn’t owe her anything, neither did she owe him; she also wasn’t on her father’s side, she knew better than Calypso. Instead, she will stand back and get rid of either side. Destiny wasn’t her favorite thing, it was her greatest detest. No way to undo it, no way to fast-forward it.

Luke wouldn’t leave her be, his eyes showed that he’d follow wherever she’d go. He’d meet her where the spirit meets the bone. “Have i ever told you how well the moon suits you?” Goosebumps raised her skin like a cat. He knew what she thought, yet he knew better than to discuss it out here. He knew all her thoughts, as if he knew her soul once upon a dream.

Before either utter a word, Luke smiled, genuinely. it was the kind of beam nothing could rival. “I apologise if i haven’t, you truly are lovely under the light.” he bit his tongue, aching to comfort her and defend her. It was too early, too much. She was impaled by her the venom in her veins, a feeling he knew all too well. The boy couldn’t complain, though. Although he held distaste for his father, he had learned to forgive and make amends.

He trusted his father when he said "i love you." She never had the option to believe her's. War was all that he’d given her, but war was not love; his father didn't start one, her's claimed it was his love. Even Ares and Athena knew it in their cold, golden blood. A moment of quiet passed through the sand. “I’m sorry that-”

“Do you ever think of Death?” she perked her head towards him, staring deeply into his eyes. Constellations and worlds resided in them. Whatever girl he has is lucky to have him, she thought. Silent prayers hung at her lips like the Gardens of Babylon.

The question was raw. Was he going to really answer it? Should he finish this question?

“I mean, Love and Death are a lot closer than one might think.” He stared at her, willing to listen to her every word even if she was describing a plan to murder him limb from limb. “Not everyone loves death, yet death craves love. To be forgotten – to be completely unloved is to die forevermore. Love adores death, loss gives value to what we hold dear. Orpheus already held dangerous levels of love for Euridice, her death increased his awareness. When she died again, she felt so much love for him, knowing she’d never be forgotten. She lived eons because death and love are adaptive. They feed off of each other. Death is never truly the end, the end is being forgotten. Forever lost in the sands. Never to be loved again.”

Behind her eyes, Luke saw her thoughts. He felt them like bullets on his skin, one so deep you couldn’t mistake it. She looked at the stars not knowing she was one.

Death was valuable to her for other reasons, but she ran from it. Ran from her own hair. Why? He wondered. Valhalla loved her, yet his bones knew that they wouldn’t once a grave had her name engraved. Gods were Luke’s enemy for a while. Still, the boy holds resentment over them. Heavy resentment. Y/n, though? Her father wanted her dead. At least Greek Half-bloods get to have a count down, Norse ones just die. No monsters, just their parents and humans. Monsters are her family; howling behind the barrier are her brothers, willing to take her life.

Perhaps he took for granted his dad sometimes. Even though Hermes started to get involved now, he assured Luke that he would’ve been a father to him sooner had he could. Not once did Hermes go after him or bullied him, only to praise him and aid him in the depths of his mental illness. Hermes may not be the best, but he was certainly not the worse. Luke could never imagine what the Norse gods are like: the children of Thor didn’t pray to him, Odin was barely present — they didn’t even build a camp to ignore their kid, they just let them die.

Chaos followed every demi-god, special the Norse ones, mainly the children of Loki. He was neither good nor evil. Y/n prefaced this during all their talks. To him, Loki was pure evil; but to the most gorgeous creature on earth, he was her father.

Trickery was infused into her soul, unable to leave even if she bore red liquid like a fountain in Greece. Death was her escape, her only vice — yet now her views have change since the moment they met. Life is her, she is life; she adorns his world in her heart. But somehow he still felt so… Powerless. He was utterly powerless when it came to her heritage. She’d accepted it so quickly. Completely unfazed that she had this burden.

Meanwhile, he still had trouble facing his dad. Sure, all has been resolved and war has been evaded, but that’s only for the Greek demigods. His family is, for the most part, alive. But her? Her mom and dad are no where near, her father is out to either kill her or train her, and she’s already suffered the loss of a sister – a loss she dares not repeat.

“That was too much, wasn’t it? It’s not virtuous to praise death. But in this world, what else is there?

“Maybe you’re right. Or, maybe, we can talk about shows, or the gods, or even us.”

“Us?”

Luke swallowed his spit, trying hard not to sweat. Nodding, he looked at the sky. “Us.” He smiled warmly, making the air smells like honey and roses, “my favorite song is Soul Love by Bowie.” He didn’t have to turn around to see her face, the warmth of her excitement felt like enough. She was already more than enough.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

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die-pink-maus · 4 months

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A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part II

This is part two to A Weekend In Vienna. I am soooo incredibly grateful for all the love the first part of this series received, especially with it being my first time writing a fanfic, and honestly my first time putting my writing out there for everyone to see in general 🙈 Part One can be found here if you just stumbled upon this randomly lol 👇🏽

♡ PART I: A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹

@lettaniko ‘s interpretation of König is used as inspo for this series. Let’s convince her to make some new drawings in this style. It’s awesome! 💕

For reference, here is a link to the outfit our OC is wearing in this scene 👉🏽 https://www.fashionnova.com/products/dont-call-me-up-jumpsuit-white

TW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, Suggestions of mild Asphyxiation, but overall mostly fluff, we haven’t gotten too spicy YET, but things are most certainly heating up 🤭

Word Count: 2182

Once again, Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please do any of the above if you like this series! It would really mean a lot! 🫶🏼

Enjoy! 💋

The doorbell rang around 8pm. I was in the middle of putting the finishing touches on my outfit for the night. I slipped into a skintight white jumpsuit with a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps, accessorizing with a pair of medium sized silver hoop earrings, a silver watch, and a small black clutch. I touched up my makeup before straightening my hair and pulling it back into a nice high, sleek ponytail, and took one last good look at myself in the mirror. Breathe, you look fine. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dressing to impress. I know it’s just a bar, and I may be slightly over done, which isn’t really out of the ordinary — not for me anyway, but…I wanna make his head spin. Adrian comes up behind me as I’m silently critiquing myself in the mirror. “Jesus…” she gasps. “Sometimes you make me wonder if I’m genuinely straight or not.”

“So this looks okay?” I blushed.

“You look incredible, if he doesn’t make a move, I know someone else will.” She giggled. But I want him. I took a deep breath before we headed downstairs, his large robust frame coming into view almost immediately. He looks quite nice as well. He’s wearing dark blue denim jeans, and a long sleeved light grey v-neck shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tatted, vascular forearms on full display. Fuck. He was in the middle of what looked to be an interesting conversation with Adrian’s uncle — that was, until he saw me. I could’ve sworn I’d seen his jaw fall slightly open as he watched me parade down the lengthy flight of stairs. I held his gaze as I walked closer. His hooded blue orbs remained glued to mine, seemingly entranced by my every step as I made my way to the door where he stood. I tried as hard as I could to fight the impending smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as we came face to face. This time I’m the one reading him like a book, and it appears I did exactly what I set out to do with this outfit tonight. The look in his eyes is provocative and dark. He looks like he would take me right here and now if he could, if no one were around to watch or hear me scream his name as he has his way with me. I can’t help but revel in the way his eyes caress and undress me from head to toe, a soft but tense sigh escaping his lips as his eyes meet mine again. “Guten Abend,“ I smirked as I leaned forward and up to greet him with a hug. “Siehst du etwas, das dir gefällt?” I whispered before pulling away, a look of both surprise and arousal beaming from his face. It’s clear he’s impressed and maybe even a little taken back by 1. My sudden confident and flirtatious demeanour, and 2. The fact that I speak German. The shy woman he’d met a few hours prior was long gone, and she’d been replaced with a seductress. His lips quirk up into a smile as he gently rubs the back of his neck, probably thinking of his next move, but Arian interrupts before he has a chance to speak. “Let’s get going, I need some vodka.” She sighed as she brushed passed us both and walked out the front door. König and I said goodbye to Adrian’s uncle as we followed her outside. I was about to open the back door of his car to get in when I felt his large hand gently wrap around my arm from behind. He leaned down close to my ear, “Natürlich gefällt mir, was ich sehe, Prinzessin...” he whispered. “But I’d like it a lot more if it were on my bedroom floor.” He breathed as he let go of my arm and walked around me. I stood frozen as he grinned at me over his shoulder before shifting into the driver’s seat of the car and closing the door.

The bar is packed. Pretty sure the only reason we were able to get in is because König knows the owner, and his military buds have already secured us a nice table near the bar. Since arriving we’ve had about 4 rounds of vodka shots, and it didn’t look like any of us intended to stop any time soon. König and I have been exchanging flirtatious looks all night at every possible chance we get. I forgot how exhilarating sexual tension was. I haven’t had relations in quite a while, and I was afraid I may have lost my edge when it comes to flirting, but apparently not. I do still find that I am quite nervous around him, but I never really expected that to go away completely just yet. At least I’m doing a much better job at hiding it this time around, but I suppose I may have liquid courage to thank for that. I decided to take it easy with this next drink. I wouldn’t say I’m a light weight, but the buzz is definitely buzzing. I decided to go with my usual — a double vodka cranberry with a little bit of soda. Given it was quite busy, the bartender was occupied with a few other guests by the time I’d reached the rail. As a bartender myself, this is a situation I’m all too familiar with. I waited patiently, trying to grab their attention whenever I could. I could see König pushing his way through the crowd of people from the corner of my eye, inserting himself at the bar rail beside me. “Hey!” He called out to the bartender, capturing their attention almost instantly. It’s hard to ignore a man like König. Aside from the obvious fact that he’s just all around massive, he’s got such an undeniably commanding presence. He has an effect on everyone he’s around, and what kind of effect he has clearly depends on who you are and what you’re doing. “Ein Bier, bitte, und…” he trailed off as he looked down at me. “A double vodka cranberry with a splash of soda.” I blushed. “Ein doppelter Wodka-Cranberry mit Soda für die Dame.” He said as he slid money across the rail to the bartender, before reverting his attention back to me. “I hope you are having a good time so far.” He said.

“Absolutely,” I said. “This is a great spot, and I really like your friends.”

“I’m glad I am able to help make your first time in Wien an enjoyable one.” He smiled as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us.

“Danke.”

“Prost.” He winked as we clinked glasses. Ugh, he’s trouble.

We were on our second drink at the bar rail when we both glanced in the direction of our table, observing as everyone watched Adrian tell some sort of elaborate story. We couldn’t really hear what was being said, but a lot of arm movements and gestures were going on. I laughed, “looks like your friends are enjoying Adrian’s performance.”

“It doesn’t surprise me really, we appreciate a good story, not much else to do between missions other than share past experiences.” He laughed.

“So what’s that like? Being in the military, I mean.”

“It’s definitely not easy, it takes a toll on you in a lot of ways, but you get accustomed to everything. I know nothing else, it’s been my life since I was 17. Adrian’s uncle was my lieutenant actually.”

“That makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. Do you ever wish things were different?”

“Not really…I’m good at what I do.” He sighed as he took a swig of his beer. “The only thing I wish I had is a woman as beautiful as you to come home to.” He said, shifting his gaze in my direction. “I think I might be a little dangerous for your health though.” He smirked.

My brow raised. “How so?” I asked. He paused for a moment before moving closer, gently placing my chin between his thumb and index fingers, tilting upward as he gazed into my eyes intensely. “I don’t know if your body would be able to handle how hard I’d make you cum…all day and night like it’s the only thing I’ve been made to do.” He said lowly, my breath hitching in my throat as I digested his words. “You’d cum so hard, the only thing you’d be able to remember is my name.“ Fuck..In this moment it almost felt like I forgot how to breathe. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to experience that. I can only imagine all the many things a man like this could make me feel. I know it would probably be the most passionately intense sex I’ve ever had, and considering I live in Canada and wouldn’t be able to have that whenever I wanted, it may be best if I never discover what I’d be missing out on. But I want to so badly. I watch as he slowly smiles, his tongue gently grazing his bottom lip as he indulges in the arousal seeping from my expression. “But you’re curious, aren’t you Maus?” He asks as he begins leaning in even closer, his lips merely inches away from mine. “Yes.” I breathed, his palm cupping my cheek before he closed the gap between our lips. He tastes of craft beer and peppermint. I moan softly as his tongue sensually enters my mouth, his hand departing my cheek and sliding down to the base of my neck and upward, gently clasping around my throat as his other arm pulled me into him. My thighs clenched together as wetness pooled beneath my lacy black panties, my thoughts running absolutely wild with imagination. He lightly tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away, I look up at him, sheer adoration beaming from my face. I’m looking at him like he’s practically God and it’s embarrassing as fuck but I can’t help it. I’m yearning for more. I want him to take me out to the car and fuck me till I can’t see straight. After that kiss, it’s obvious he’s capable of this, but I resist the urge to reveal my desperation. “I suppose I could go easy on you to start.” He grins as he takes his beer and walks off back towards our table. I remain at the bar, absolutely stunned by the chain of events that too place only moments prior. What have I gotten myself into?

By the time we all decided to leave, it was nearly 3am. Adrian was drunk as fuck and dancing incoherently with one of König’s friends, Horangi. I was quite intoxicated as well, day dreaming of all the things I wanted König to do to me as we both tried to converse normally, and pretend as if that breathtakingly steamy kiss by the bar rail never happened. Though, it was clear we were both still thinking about it. Both still silently undressing one another with our eyes as the coquettish banter roamed freely under the guise of polite conversation. “How much longer are you here for?” He asked.

“I leave in the next 3 days.” I said as he walked Adrian and I to the door of her aunt’s house. “Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night. I would love to spend an evening alone together.” He smiled.

“Dinner huh? Wasn’t really expecting you to be a ‘Wine and Dine’ kinda guy.” I giggled.

“Normally, I wouldn’t say that I am…but something about you intrigues me.” He said. “I’d love to get to know more about you as a person before we go any further.” Wow. Not really what I was expecting in all honesty. Not necessarily saying he intended to take me home with him tonight, but I wasn’t sure he’d be interested in me either. “I don’t mind taking things slower than usual for you. I want to court you, Maus, if you’d allow me to.” I couldn’t help but blush, the way he calls me Maus always stirs up butterflies in the pit of my stomach. “I think I’d like that, a lot actually.” I smiled nervously.

“Good, how does 7pm sound?” He asked as Adrian unlocked the front door and stumbled inside. “It’s a date.” I smiled.

“I look forward to it, Maus.” He said as he leaned forward, softly snaking his arm around my waist and pulling me close before pressing his lips to mine. My legs practically turned to jello as we kissed passionately in front of the door. “Goodnight, Prinzessin. See you tomorrow, Ja?” He said as he pulled away. “Goodnight, König.” I said as he walked down the stairs back towards his car. I opened the front door, letting out a deep exhale as I tried to process the night. Well, fuck.

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tenderlygroovystarfish · 2 months

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Parallels are funny

I was never into anime when we were friends. I just wasn't a fan, until recently. I was watching a few different animes based on another friend's recommendations. Jujutsu Kaisen is the one I am referring to as I write this. I never thought about why Satoru Gojo's and Suguru Geto's relationship really affected me until I saw this piece of art.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto fit us so well.

The love, the intensity, the ending. One who would do anything for the other if they asked. One who kept the other in check while allowing them to feel truly free. One who was shining too bright to notice the darkness consuming the other. The one who had endless possibilities, and the one who wanted the impossible.

From freshman year to the middle of our junior year of college, we were inseparable.

Constant rides and study sessions. Doing homework, and practicing our pass-off music together. Those first few classes in our major were hard, but don't worry, I was there to always lend a hand when you needed it. Classes just kept getting harder. We both started to get busy and overwhelmed. I know you started to feel depressed when I was advancing in classes, and you were struggling with the same ones. I was there to support you as much as I could, but I had to keep going. I just didn't realize that I was leaving you behind. I thought you just needed more time, but you were focused on other things.

We were a duo- connected at the hip. Always together, never too far apart.

The friendship was innocent. Sharing laughs and having late night conversations. Small, drunk kisses that didn't mean anything, right? Cuddling and sharing blankets. Matching outfits and saying I love you. We talked about getting matching tattoos. I swore you were my soulmate. We shared so many late night drives. Remember when we went to the beach at midnight and didn't get back home until 4am? Yeah, I replay the video sometimes just to hear your voice.

Everyone thought we were dating.

That was so funny, right? Of course as best friends we shared locations, had specific nights just for us to get dinner, had sleepovers every weekend, and joked about why we haven't slept together, yet. Of course, as best friends we would push the limits of what other friends do. Of course, I noticed you were struggling, I tried my best to help you. It wasn't always what you needed, but I tried. -Did you notice my struggle? No? That's okay. I hid it pretty well.- Of course, I got upset when you started to use guys to make other guys jealous. I didn't want to see you play with people's emotions like that, but I also didn't know how to stop you. You couldn't see how it affected you. You didn't see the changes it made.

Some words were said- words I wish I could take back, but it's too late for that.

We didn't speak for quite some time after that. I left my final 'I love you' on your doorstep- a scrapbook of us. The times we did speak were brief and out of pure necessity. Until, one day you volunteered a comment on my performance. I was frozen. You didn't need to compliment me- I didn't need it, rather. This was a critique, but you offered me love, instead.

That was your final 'I love you.'

I know that many other people have experienced a friendship like SatoSugu, but I think we truly encapsulated it, unfortunately. From the intense friendship with wild adventures, to blurring the lines between friend and lover, to losing each other, and to, finally, saying our final 'I love yous' to each other in our own ways.

Just like Satoru Gojo's happiness around Suguru Geto, my happiness was so loud when I was with you that I could not hear your silence. I’m sorry Satoru- Suguru didn’t stay in this universe either. Maybe the next one. In this universe, I spent 3 years loving you, and, now, I will spend the rest of forever missing you. There is no curse more twisted than love.

You're not dead, but I will never see you again. Even if I did, you wouldn’t be the same. You are my best friend, and I was yours.

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balbigalum · 2 years

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Debt.

When Reader has to go back to King's Landing after so many years the idea of seeing Aemond again fills her with dread, she doesn't like court but know courtesies are the best weapon a Lady can have. Still, Aemond wants pay back for his eye and he will get it.

(reader is the second daughter of rhaenyra, she took aemond's eye as kids, since she took something from him he has an urge to take something from her.)

Aemond/Reader Incest +18 Enemies to lovers if you squint Words: 4.9k

hey so i haven't written anything since i was 16 years old so if some of this doesn't make any sense, or aemond is too oc, or any comment or critique you have let me know. okay i picture reader to be a little bit like sansa in the sense that she really tries to use her manners to save herself but yeah

Your younger brother’s birthright had been questioned. That’s what you heard. You had an ill habit of sneaking around the long and empty halls of Dragonstone. Both the isle and the castle could feel so… void sometimes, so you found a way to pass the time while your older brother, and heir to the iron throne, and your younger brother, and heir to Driftmark, trained on their duties. Your feet felt cold against the stone floor while you listened, barefoot to not be heard, your mother wanted to fly all of you to King’s landing. She wanted to stand in front of the king herself. You felt dread take over you, the court of King’s landing had always felt so unwelcoming to you and your brothers, young Lucerys was too little to understand but you and Jacaerys knew better, “Bastards” People would whisper too often about you all. You didn’t need to guess why Lucery’s inheritance to Driftmark was being questioned, you knew. “Bastards”

Back in your bed, after the thrill of sneaking around had died when you heard the news, you tried to recall the last time you saw the rest of your family. It had been a grim occasion, the only type of occasion that seemed to be able to pull your family all together in one place, Lady Laena’s funeral. You remember Driftmark, and the casket, and Queen Alicent’s green dress and… You remember him. Aemond. You remember what he did and what you did. He had taken Vaghar from Rhaena and you had taken his eye.

It was not often you recalled the incident, he had called Lucerys a bastard and held him by the neck, Jace’s blade was on the floor by your feet and scaring Aemond seemed like the right thing to do. You had responsibility over your younger brother and your family name, you had to act. And you did. Untrained, what you had hoped to be just a threatening move turned out to be so much more. Prince Aemond Targaryen had lost his eye that night, and Queen Alicent had demanded yours to pay the debt. That was court to you, a black nest of vipers, always out to get you and your brothers, and now you had to go back.

The morning came damp and fresh like it always did on Dragonstone, your mother told you the news over breakfast. Luke looked worried but not enough to say anything, Rhaenyra assured him that she would talk in his name and that there was nothing to worry about. The journey was about three mornings by sea, and some five hours on dragonback, but only your mother took her dragon, she wanted to show she came on peaceful terms. You didn’t feel like joining your siblings and cousins during the trip, you spent more time staring at the sea than doing anything else. You liked the sea, and you liked to travel, you just didn’t like King’s Landing.

You looked over to Daemon, your stepfather, he dreaded court as much as you in some ways, the jesters never seemed to make him laugh and he thought courtesies foolish. You thought so too yet courtesies could be useful. He smiled at you and came closer “I don’t recall you getting seasick, darling, your lord grandfather wouldn’t like it,” he was playful, his violet eyes bright, he was trying to lift your mood. “Please don’t tell the Sea Snake, I could never bear the shame.” You said dramatically and he laughed, “It will be a short stay,” he assured you “We will talk with my brother and next thing you know we’ll be out of this shithole of a city.” You saw him walk away after that. You sighed, you already missed Dragonstone and you missed your dragon.

Finally you could see the shore in the distance after some days. It was around mid-day when your mother came to you to see that you were ready for your arrival, you chose a fine silkdress in velaryion green, with some details on sea blue and gold. She had told you about her days on the Red Keep and how much she had loved her home, how much fun and enjoyment she had felt in that castle. She would often leave the grief out of her stories, even if you knew about it. She smiled at you, as soft as ever. She let you know that while Jace and Luke were expected at the throne room to discuss the politics of Luke’s inherence, your presence wasn’t as necessary. She looked hesitant at you, you knew she wanted you there next to your siblings, but she understood if you wanted to explore the keep or to keep to yourself in your chambers.

And you did, you had prepared yourself for court, wore a heavy necklace and put some colour in your face but at the last minute you couldn’t do it. You weren’t scared, you did not scare easily but you were unsure of how many friends you truly had among the court. How many of them thought of you as a bastard? How many disliked your mother or Daemon? You did not want to know. You stood in your room pacing around, you felt almost suffocated by the high walls of the keep. Your room back at Dragonstone had open walls that looked over the sea, so big your own Dragon could come to visit you sometimes, peering his curious eyes through the balcony. But now you were locked in. So you did what you did best, you took off your shoes and opened the door.

The Keep had been built by Maegor, as red and cruel as he was, you heard there were secret passages and halls and to be fair you wanted to see how true that was. Sneaking around was easy while most guards and nobles were at court, you did pass some Ladies and servants but none seemed to pay you any attention. Stairs, and long hallways, doors that were closed and some other that open small passages in between walls. Finally you arrived at some distant part of the castle, you couldn’t tell if it was the west side or maybe the east side, maybe the next door would take you to the Tower of The Hand, you couldn’t help but giggle a little over this, you were truly enjoying yourself.

You stood before a long hall, empty. Probably a forgotten part of the castle, you could see an arch that led to a library, maybe where the Maester spent most of his time, maybe the people of the court thought too high of themselves to pick up a book. Either way, you were having fun, so you made a run for it. Your long dress felt soft against your legs as you ran through the empty hall, you were laughing to yourself, this was much better than whatever was happening at the Throne Room, it almost felt like Dragonstone and then it didn’t.

You stopped all at once at the arch that led to the library. Your breathing was harsh and you still held your skirts in your hands, a shiver ran up your back and you held them even tighter. Aemond. Prince Aemond, your uncle, the “one eye” prince was sitting between the books. Why was he not at court? Doing whatever princes are supposed to do at court. It was too late to turn back and find a way back to your mother or to Daemon or to Jace or Luke or anybody, he saw you.

His lilac eye sized you up, like he could not believe it, the rest of his face did not show emotion. You stood still, trying to command your face to do the same. He dropped the book he was reading and finally broke the silence. “Lady Strong,” You dropped your skirts finally. “How odd to see you here.” He was mocking, a smirk on his lips. “Do not call me that.” “Or what?” He stood up. “You’ll take my other eye?” You looked away, you didn’t like thinking back to that night, something broke in your family that day and it was never the same after. He hummed. “What’s wrong my Lady?” He was coming closer now. “Can’t find your words?”

You finally found your strength and looked back to him. He was taller now, his hair was pearl and he dressed in black. “I don’t think it is proper to talk about such things,” Since you were at King’s Landing you might as well use the courtesies septas had tried to teach you so many times. “Uncle.” You added after a beat. He seemed to think for a second, “Such things?” “Yes, such things.” For a moment you thought he wanted to say something else but two guards doing their usual round walked by. You could feel his stare as you left following the guards, it burned your back, he did not move from where he stood at the door of the library.

By the time you came back your siblings and cousins were back too, they told you Luke’s inheritance was saved and that they have been betrothed to each other. You congratulated them, it was a good match after all, the people you loved with the people you loved. When you asked where your parents were at they finally let you in the bloody details about what happened to Vaemond Velaryon at the hands of Daemon and how they had to talk some things out with the King himself about it. You thought about whenever you should get a sword too, maybe one day when your mother sat the throne you would get one, that was the only way to face the nobles of the court and their accusations. You kept your encounter with Aemond to yourself and made a note to at least carry a small blade next time you left your room.

A dinner was planned, hosted by the King himself. You sat next to Lucerys who sat next to Rhaena, Aegon had found his place to your right and in front of you, against your own desires, sat Aemond. You would not be intimidated by him, not in a room surrounded by your family, yet his presence was too strong to ignore. You could feel him looking at you through the night but you didn’t let him intimidate you, you stared back. You could read anger all over his face, and something else you could not tell. You weren’t the Ladies of the court, you were a dragonrider and a Targaryen by your mother, you were not scared of a mauled face. You held his gaze and used the opportunity to study his face. He had grown as much as you did, his features were sharper and his skin pale, everything about him was pale. Your eyes wandered up and down him, his long hair, his arms holding a cup, his hands with long and pale fingers. You wondered if years of sword training had made them rough... And then the servants put a plate in front of him, roasted pork and he turned to anger. His hands put down the cup he was drinking from harshly against the table as he stood up, you looked at Lucerys as he smiled, this was his idea. You kicked him under the table as Aemond picked up the cup again to speak. You wanted to tell Luke that this was not a good idea, that the people of King’s landing had no humour, including their own kin, but Aemond spoke first.

“Final tribute...” The music stopped. “To the health of my nephews and niece, each one of them handsome, wise,” He made a pause while the promise of a smirk played on his lips, you swallowed. “Strong... Come let us drain our cups to these strong heirs.” Jace stood up harshly, his hands fisted to his sides, he wanted to fight, the tension was too high to bear, before Jace could speak you stood up too.

“A dance?” You said, looking at Aemond. All the eyes in the room shifted to you, you were not going to allow these people to think the worst of you and your brothers. You walked closer to Aemond and offered him your hand. “A dance, uncle?” You repeated while you gestured to the band to play again. Aemond seemed intrigued, he knew he was provoking your brothers but he didn’t expect this response. He took your hand and led you to the empty side of the room where you could dance, Jace did the same with Helaena.

He knew the moves but felt stiff, as if he had been taught the technique but never tried it himself. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking above you, scanning the room probably, seeing what your brothers might do. His hands held your waist and your own hand tightly, you wondered if he could tell how harsh he was being. To answer your own question, his hand actually felt soft and cold, he shifted the one on your waist and that was when he finally bothered to look down at you. “What is this? A dagger?” He knew the answer, he was just letting you know that he knew. “Yes,” You said. “Who were you planning on using it on this time?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eye was back at the table while you danced. “Nobody, it’s for protection. I don't know this place.” You explained, your gut felt knotted, he was referring to the incident again. Had he truly never gotten over it? Or was he just holding it above your head, knowing how uncomfortable it made you? “Well... I guess you already know how to use it, would love to see you try to get a sword out with this butter knife of yours.” You looked away this time, it was hard to keep your head up with his cutting words.

The night had ended in tension, nothing big enough to worry about, nothing your family wasn’t used to. You excused yourself to your chambers as soon as you could, yes, you had stopped Jace and Aemond from ripping each other’s throat, but dancing with Aemond had left a bitter taste on your tongue. You felt guilty about his eye, you never stopped feeling guilty after that night so many years ago but you couldn’t find yourself feeling bad for him. His mother had tried to take yours, she had hurt your own mother, Aemond had called your little brother a bastard and then called all of you bastards in front of the King himself. He had taken Vaghar. He was poisonous like Queen Alicent. You lay on your bed with the blade in your hand, twisting it around, sleep came to you late and dreamless, you could still feel the ghost of Aemond’s hands on you.

You didn’t see Aemond after that dinner, you stayed in your room and sometimes visited your grandfather at his bed. He was growing sicker everyday, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. Sometimes the Queen Alicent would come by, she would help her husband and maybe compliment your dress. She looked tense, you wondered if it had to do with your mother’s presence in the castle or if that had been her natural state since Laena’s funeral. Some nights you’d overstay at your grandfather’s room while he slept, looking through his books and the small built of Old Valyria he had on the tables. Once when you were going back to your room you swore you saw prince Aegon being dragged by two guards in the dead of night, he looked drunk.

Tonight was one of those nights when you stayed with the King even when he slept. The doors of the room opened and Queen Alicent entered the room. “Princess... I didn’t see you,” She said. “Your grace.” You replied. “Sweet child shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” You nodded but didn’t move from your spot reading the spine of the books on Visery’s shelf. “So you should go,” She said, you finally looked at her... Gods she looked nervous. You nodded again. “Goodnight, Your Grace.” You smiled at her, you tried to make it a warm smile and she smiled back, tense.

You closed the door behind you and saw Ser Criston Cole and Aemond standing by, probably guarding the Queen. “Princess,” Ser Criston said but you were looking at Aemond, he looked... Angry? He was hard to read but he seemed more uneasy than normal, his right hand was fidgeting with the handle of his sword. He didn’t acknowledge you, you nodded at Ser Criston and started making your way back to your room.

You were walking through the darkness of the Keep, illuminated by small flames along the walls when you heard him. “Riña,” Aemond was following you, you quickened your pace. You could hear his heavy boots echo across the halls. What did he want? Why couldn’t he just let it go? “Ao enkagon iā gēlȳn” Your high valyrian wasn’t as sharp as it should be, you felt cold sweat in the back of your neck, you only understood one word: Debt. You couldn’t handle it anymore you started running, you swear you could hear his laugh, loud in your ears, he sounded nothing like the composed prince he was known as. You ran and you ran until you finally reached your room. You closed the door behind you, breathing heavily, you leaned against it, you couldn’t take your hand off the handle, you were scared if you did he would open the door. You stayed like that for a while. Listening. Trying to figure out if he was out there. Your heart hammering away in your chest. Debt. Debt. Debt.

You awoke with your back against the door, body sore and cold from sleeping on the floor all night. You had a bitter taste in your mouth and could still feel some sweat clinging to your back. Have you had a nightmare? Were your memories of Aemond torment true? Suddenly you felt like a fool, was Aemond really chasing you through the halls? That couldn’t be, right? Were you losing your mind with every passing second in the Red Keep? The strength of every ghost dead by the hands of a Targaryen finally coming for you? Was this how the madness started?

You felt an urge to pray, to the Mother or the Warrior for protection, maybe to the old gods even – but you knew better, you were a Targaryen by blood and heart, there were no gods in the sky, only dragons. Your heart felt heavy with sorrow, oh how you missed your dragon.

You didn’t leave your room much after that, your mother had decided to extend your stay at King’s Landing to get accustomed to her own future Queenly tasks. With your grandfather so ill it was a matter of time before her ascent to the throne. You did not want to worry her in such times, some nights you thought maybe of telling her... No, begging her to take you to Dragonstone on dragonback, just a couple of hours and you’d be home or even better you could bring your own dragon back to King’s Landing and things would be easier.

It was one of those mornings when you debated what to ask your mother for when you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t know when was the last time you’ve seen a person besides that one servant that brought you food. You crawled out to bed and opened it. Aemond. “Princess,” He spoke before you could close the door. “Your mother has grown worried about your absence, she originally commanded Aegon to accompany you on a walk... Yet it seems like he has lost himself somewhere,” He didn’t look happy about it. “So it’s up to me to attend his duties.” He commanded a servant that was standing in the hall. “Wash her. Get the Princess ready, her mother commands.” It was clear he did not care what you thought about any of this.

The servant girl kept quiet while she helped you and you were thankful for that. She helped you into a deep red velvet dress with black detailing, a ruby in the center of the neckline. When the door opened again Aemond was waiting for you as collected as ever. The promise of sunshine sounded nice but some dread found its way to your stomach. You tried to ignore it as Aemond offered you his arm. He was wearing all back again and his long sword rested on his hip.

You two walked for some time in silence through the garden, the birds were out and it felt nice. Your mother was right, you needed this. After some time you felt less tense, Aemond was known as a gentleman, the memories of him chasing you seemed to align more to a bad dream rather than a true event, you tighten your grip in his arm. “Tell me something, Uncle. You’re always reading, right? Tell me something you read about.” You said softly, enjoying the morning. He let out a small grunt. “I’m here to keep you company, not to talk” You pursed your lips. “Please?” You asked, voice small, he tensed under your touch, when you looked up to him he was already looking at you, an expression you couldn’t recognize. “You—” He took a harsh breath and grabbed you by the arms. “Who do you think you are?” He seemed puzzled... and mad. “I’m sorry, uncle, I didn’t mean to nag you, I just wanted—” “You want. You want. You always want and you take, don’t you? You’re a spoiled brat that always gets what she wants aren’t you?” You shook your head, you didn't mean it that way, and he was grabbing you so hard. “No, no, I’m sorry.”

He dragged you towards a hall and into a small room filled with books and herbs, a small table, it was an apothecary probably a place where the Maester worked. He threw you in and closed the door. He was pacing around like a locked animal, you didn’t know what to say. “Aemond...” You just wanted to go back to your room. He grabbed you by the jaw, not as harsh, and locked his eye with you. Lilac and menacing. “There is a debt to be paid,” He said, so it wasn’t a nightmare. Here before you stood Aemond, his composture lost, talking about a debt, talking about his eye. “And you will pay it, if I can’t take your eye then I will take something else.” You shook your head, he used his other hand to grab you by the back of your head. You were tired and he was hurting you. “You owe a debt.” Again. And Again. “Look at what you did.” Until he was yelling it to your face, he ripped the patch that covered his scarred eye. A saphire in its place, and that’s when it sinked. He didn’t know it was an accident. “I’m sorry,” you said but it sounded like a whimper. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” You closed your eyes and you felt the sting of tears. “It was an accident, the knife wasn’t mine it was Jace’s, I was only trying to scare you, Aemond, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” You realize you had never apologized, not even explained yourself, you had told your own mother the story but never Aemond, all these years he thought you had wanted to hurt him. “No,” He said. You nodded. “I’m sorry, Aemond, I wish I could make it better.” You touched his face softly, your thumb brushing his scar lightly. He leaned into the touch. “You don’t mean that.” He said, sounding like a kid again, vulnerable. “Yes I do, Aemond.”

And he kissed you.

He kissed you deeply like no man had ever kissed you. He pressed you against him. “You are going to make it better,” He said against your lips, you let out a small noise, confused. “You’ll show me how much you mean it, how sorry you are.” He kissed you again and his hands started to explore you, your back and your waist, his long pale fingers all over you. He kissed your jaw and he was surprisingly gentle about it. “Aemond, please you shouldn—” “Don’t speak.” He said sharply and turned you around, your hands on the small table helping you support yourself. He held you by the waist, you could feel his weight on your back keeping you there, his breath warm on the back of your neck. “There is a debt to be paid, and you’ll pay it,” He kissed your neck. He breathed you in softly, again the gentleman in him showing through. “You’re beautiful,” He said, it sounded like he was talking to himself like maybe you were not supposed to hear. “You come back, after all this time, and you are beautiful.” He sighed and let his forehead rest against the back of your neck as he hiked your skirts up. You felt warm as if sunlight was bathing you, his touch was gentle, as gentle as he could be. You didn’t know what to reply or even if you were supposed to do so. Blindly you looked for his hand until you found it on your hip, you held it to your mouth and kissed his knuckles. He took a breath in. “Let me have you and there will be no debt left.” He said as you heard the clanking of his belt and the loud thud of his sword hitting the ground.

One of his hands, that always felt cold, found your core between your legs, you could feel your own shoulders shaking as his finger slid between your folds. “Uncle,” You didn’t mean to gasp so loudly but you were not used to this treatment. He shushed you. “Stay still,” He slowly rubbed you while he kissed your shoulder and neck. Your heart rate started to pick up until your skin felt hot. “That’s it.” He said as he slipped one of his fingers in, you whined. “Aemond,” You sounded like you were begging, you weren’t sure what for, he hummed behind you. “You sound so pretty.” He commented and one finger turned to two, his other hand groped at your chest, wherever he could, you felt like you were tingling, wet and desperate.

He took his fingers out of you. “Aemond, I—” You gasped, you couldn’t help yourself. “Is this what you want?” He asked and you shook your head no remembering what he had told you in the garden, you are not a spoiled brat, you closed your eyes and tried to still your breathing. “You do want.” He said again and it wasn’t a question this time. “It’s alright to want.” He said “It’s alright to want me” And you did. You wanted him. “You,” You said and your voice sounded foreign in your own ears, you’d never sounded this way before. “Please, you.” You told him.

He entered you slowly while holding your hips, he groaned and you whimpered. He wasn’t trying to hurt you, the pace was satisfying you in ways you didn’t know you needed. Small sounds escaping your lips as he trusted in and out of you, your maidenhood was his now, the debt had been paid, yet you desired to stay like this always. “Aemond,” You whined his name as his hand snaked around you to touch your cunt, he kept kissing whichever part of you the dress allowed him to. “Your honour won’t be tainted,” He said, his breathing heavy. “I won’t tell, nobody has to know.” His hand was moving faster and he was getting rougher, a new sensation formed in the pit of your stomach, bliss was invading your veins and you could tell it was invading his too. His pace was quicker and sloppier. “I won’t let them humiliate you, I- I’ll take you as my wife,” A groan interrupted him. “Please, let me take you as my wife.” “Aemond...” You whined high pitched. “Aemond I feel—” He fucked into you harder and you felt how your stomach bursted into a thousand dragonflies, you moaned his name and you could feel him holding you even thigher, fucking into you harder and harder until his own orgasm hit.

You stayed tangled together catching your breath. You turned around and buried your head in the croak of his neck, now you were breathing him in. He smelled woody and like mint leaves, you left a small kiss on his neck. “I meant it,” He said finally. “I’ll ask for your hand in marriage, you won’t have to face any shame. And if you don’t want... me, I won’t tell about this.” You shook your head from the spot in his neck and you heard him say “Oh.” Disappointment and guilt creeping up his back. “You come with me,” You said. “To Dragonstone. You, me, Vaghar, and Myrax... We could live away from all of this.” You knew the high lords and ladies weren’t kind to him either. “We could fly east, see the wonders across the narrow sea.” You said looking at him, really looking at him, not at the one-eye prince, looking at Aemond.

He hummed as he often did, you noticed, and gave you a small smile. “I have so much to learn from you, don’t I?” He asked you playfully. “My Lady Strong?” He smiled, a real smile.

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x you #hotd fanfic #hotd #house of the dragon

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 3: Calon

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

a/n: happy valentines day! i wanted to get something out on heart day related to our heart man! i have, like, half an hour to spare so i made it (barely) have some flirting

After crying to Marco for a good while, you were finally able to collect yourself. He listened as you sobbed incoherently before finally able to tell him what you were trying to say the whole time. Hell, it even almost brought a tear to his own eye. The kid you saved all those years ago just happened to come back? That he had become a doctor somewhat because of you? Wanted to work here because of you? If that wasn’t the sweetest thing, he wouldn’t know what was.

All of the dots were connecting. To what? You had no idea, but things were connecting. Now to just go with the flow and find out what happens.

Once you gathered yourself back up, you went back to work. You didn’t have time to wallow or really dwell on emotions for too long. Hospitals didn’t run themselves…maybe this is what Marco meant by you work way too much.

Law didn’t ask who saved him again, seemingly respecting their decision to remain anonymous. You knew you’d tell him one day, you just weren’t ready for that bag of worms right now. You were already in enough of a tizzy with them coming back here. And there you were, using the word tizzy. Dammit Marco.

The weeks flew by and, before you knew it, it was time for quarterly reviews. Naturally, the two nearly had perfect marks. You had a couple of critiques here and there, but you would coach them through it as did Marco. This was still part of their learning process, after all. They both took well to the criticism, so that was also good. You had far too many people who just couldn’t take such comments. They never lasted long. Hell, you still received criticism from others to this day. It was a constant learning process.

You had made sure to check in on Law and Robin at least once a week. Marco kept you updated of course, but you liked to be able to talk to the interns themselves and get their feedback on their programs.The two of them didn’t seem to have any complaints. They were adjusting well and were enjoying their time. Well, with Law you couldn’t tell. He still didn’t say a whole lot, but he didn’t seem unhappy, so there was that.

Today, some new nurses were starting. There were three of them. Two regular nurses and one that was going to be working in the pediatric unit. When you went to the conference room to meet them, you noticed Law with them. He saw you and immediately went white.

“You know them? Why didn’t you say anything?” You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms across your chest. You had mentioned some new nurses and he never once said anything. Why?

Law’s face darkened as if he was a child that had gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Uh, it never came up?” You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment. The trip suddenly threw their arms around Law and his face grew more red, but he didn’t seem to fight them.

You just shook your head, amused by the scene. “Aw, c’mon, boss! Don’t be like that! We’ve been friends since we were kids!” One of them chimed. “We all wanted to also help people, but we weren’t sure if we had what it took to be doctors…so we went with the next best thing!” Another chimed.

You laughed, nodding. “I see that. Well, nurses are just as important as doctors. They are the face of the hospital. They are the first people that patients see and do a lot of things to help doctors.”

They just stared at you, shocked by your answer. “What?”

“A lot of people usually laughed at us for wanting to be nurses. Saying that we’re too stupid to be doctors and that’s why we’re nurses.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “That’s not true. Nurses have to memorize a lot. It isn’t easy and they work just as hard. And from your marks, you all scored really high, so clearly you’re not lacking in the brain department. Just because you don’t have the title of doctor or don’t go to school as long doesn’t mean you’re any less important.”

The three nurses looked at you. It almost seemed like they wanted to cry. “Law, why didn’t you tell us your boss was so cool!” They all cried. “Ah, get off of me!” Still, he didn’t exactly fight them off either.

“What’s going on here?” You look over, seeing Marco join your side as he watches the scene before him. “Would you look at that, he does have a heart,” he mumbled to you, making you elbow him in the ribs. “Be nice.”

You watched the scene for a moment more before you spoke up. “Alright, let’s let Law get back to work. We have some introductions, yeah?” The quartet all split up, Law quickly beelining for the exit once he was free. It truly was nice to see this softer side of him. That was always incredibly important when it came to being a doctor - in your opinion. Some would argue and say otherwise, but you knew what you were about. There was a reason your hospital was one of the top in the region.

Introductions began and you learned their names were Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. They had grown up with Law, meeting him shortly after he left your hospital. They all grew up in the same town and all moved here along with him. Friends for life they had said. It was truly heartwarming.

You had known Marco in the same way. You knew him before you had become a doctor, but you weren’t really friends. You knew each other in passing because your fathers used to be friends, but you didn’t really start becoming friends until college. Now you were basically attached at the hip.

Again, you weren’t able to stay for long past introductions as you had meetings to attend to, but you were glad to have been able to witness the cute scene earlier. It also provided some insight on some other things.

When lunch rolled around, you needed to get out of the office. Meetings made you want to bash your head into the wall already, but with the board of doctors from other hospitals, it was worse. Most of the time it wasn’t even important. They all just wanted to fluff their own egos and brag about whatever they did that week. You couldn’t care less and you were never one to brag, but you had to attend the meetings for a reason you’d long forgotten.

You decided you’d treat the newcomers and your interns to lunch. The nurses were fresh off the press and the interns had glowing reviews for their quarterlies, so you thought you’d treat them to something nice. A welcome and a celebration.

You picked out a nice restaurant, told them to pick out what they wanted, and you’d go get it. The trio of nurses were more than excited to receive free food, so you kept that in mind. Robin had initially declined, saying that her boyfriend was going to come and visit, but you told her to pick something out for him as well. You had met him a few times before and he was…well…super. Fantastic guy. He was full of energy and always treated Robin with the utmost respect. He was her fanboy and she was his fangirl. You could tell they were in love - it was cute.

After grabbing all the food, you started heading back. It wasn’t far from the hospital and you could use the fresh air; you decided to just walk there and back. On your way back, however, you had that feeling again. Ah, shit. How were you supposed to do this with your hands full? Your body moved and you braced yourself for everything crashing to the ground, but your foot stuck out instead, catching someone - everyone knows who - on your leg like a clothesline.

“Again?” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Rosinante quickly straightened himself out and you stood back up. He looked at you with amazement. “Not only is it you saving me again, but you did it with no hands!” He seemed completely and totally flabbergasted.

Though, you’re not sure how you always miss him. How do you never see him before the moment of impact? It’s not like he’s exactly the type of person to blend into a crowd. He was insanely tall. Sure, there were other people who were also just as tall, if not taller. You knew of a pastor downtown who was like a skyscraper, and a lot of the Charlotte family had incredibly tall people in their family tree.

But still, how? Especially with how observant you are. Nothing usually slips past you, but he somehow does every single time.

“How do you always show up at the most convenient times?” he asked, still staring at you. You shrugged, giving him a lazy smile. “Maybe it’s fate bringing us together,” you teased, winking at him. You had no idea why you did that, you started mentally scolding yourself. Maybe Marco was getting to you - or at least influencing you.

You watched as his eyes widened and his entire face turned a bright red color. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, shaking your head. “Chill out, I’m only kidding.” You mused, turning to leave. “Alright, be careful!”

You didn’t want to be around him too long in fear of saying the wrong thing and him finding out everything. It was always a constant fear in the back of your mind. That he’d make all the connections. Who you were in relation to what happened but also being who you were and then things going belly up. What would he even do? You had no idea. Logically nothing, but you couldn’t help but worry in that overthinking brain of yours.

“Wait!” You stopped, mentally cursing. Of course. Fate and her games. “Where are you going with all that food? I could help you!”

You narrowed your eyes, looking him up and down. “I don’t know if I trust you.” He was an incredibly clumsy person and you really didn’t want to have to come back for more food. You already almost lost everything once. You didn’t want to lose it for real.

He shrugged, looking you dead in the eyes. “I think I’ll be fine with you by my side.”

You weren’t sure if it was the eye contact or with the way he phrased it but now you were the one turning red and he was the one that was smirking. You sputtered for a moment, quickly recovering. “F-Fine.” You let him take some of the food, relaxing a bit more as you weren’t struggling as much.

On the walk back, you made some small talk. Mostly about his clumsiness since that’s how the two of you kept running into each other. You had to catch him a couple of times so he didn’t end up ruining the food. Then you smelled something…burning?

“What’s that smell?” You stopped, sniffing the air before looking at Rosinante. Your eyes bulged out of your head as you saw that the man was on fire. “What?!” You were floored. Who the hell just caught on fire like that? What the hell? You set your things on the ground before ripping off your jacket and trying to beat the flame.

After it was put out and you were over your initial shock, you picked up your things and continued walking. “Does that happen often?” you asked, referring to the literal roast that Rosinante just received. “Ah, sometimes. Not sure how it happens.”

“Well, when you figure it out, let me know because that’s not normal but it’s also kind of fascinating.”

The both of you laughed and next thing you knew, you were at the hospital. “Oh, we’re here.”

Rosinante stopped, staring at the building. “Oh, you work here?” There was a mixture of emotions on his face but he pushed those aside to look at you. You nodded at him. “It’s my hospital, actually. I run it.” You grinned widely at him.

His jaw dropped. “That means you know my son! He works here!” You feigned ignorance, pretending to not know. “Oh? Who’s your son?”

“Law! He wanted to be a doctor and he wanted to come here after they saved his life! It’s the whole reason we moved back.” His face softened. “We were also hoping we’d be able to meet our savior if they were still around, but it seems like they want to remain anonymous, just like back then. Which is understandable considering…” He trailed off, looking at you as he realized he was probably saying too much.

You shook your head. “It’s okay, you don’t have to disclose everything to me.” You smirked, winking at him. “But, patient confidentiality and all that, I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

“I’m not a patient though.”

“Did I not treat your wounds the last time I saw you?”

“That…is a good point. I can see why you’re a doctor.”

“Thank you, thank you. My sharp mind is what got me to where I am.” You bowed ostentatiously, making him laugh. A grin spread across your own face.

“Doctor!” You looked over, seeing one of your underground nurses running towards the both of you. “We have an emergency!” You could only imagine what could’ve been happening. With the underground hospital, it could be anything. But, usually, you weren’t exactly needed, so if someone was looking for you, it had to be bad.

You immediately tensed, looking at the man next to you. “Can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“I mean, you’ve saved my ass more than once, I think I can spare a favor or two for you.” He smiled lopsidedly and you offered a small one in return.

“Can you please take the food inside to the front desk so I can deal with this emergency? Just tell them that I told you to drop it off. The receptionist will take it from there.” The man nodded, taking the rest of the food.

“Leave it to me.”

You smiled, thanking him. “You’re a lifesaver. And be careful!” Then you ran off with the nurse, hoping that whatever the emergency was, it wasn’t too awful.

#im not even gonna queue this up so it goes on vday lmao #also sorry if it's a little shorter and weird it's been...a long fucking week #im also trying not to rush things too much lmfao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante corazon #am fics #sc

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Puts out a new nice poem and then releases music video with assault scene in it during thia not so good for him times... Till really is something else.

what follows is my personal opinion, so feel free to disagree entirely:

With regards to the video i'm withholding judgment until i've seen the entire thing in context. Ofcourse the one scene they put in the teaser is there to provoke, and i'd say he succeeded. But remember Rammstein's Deutschland video when the one bit that was used as teaser was of the WWII prisoners and loads of people were ready to critique them of being insensitive (at best) (and i'm sure some still do), but in the context of the complete video i would say it was actually a real honest depiction of German history and showed a vital part of that (and even more interesting, it showed that people were inprisoned or killed for various reasons, which is the raw truth, although a truth that Germany has had a difficult time to come to terms with, and Rammstein hit the sore spot).

We know the dreadlock hairdo from photos Till's friend accidently (?) leaked at the time, and that was before the allegations stuff, but in theory it is possible that a video was shot at the time, but that it was reshot more recently to change the narrative (maybe as a reaction to the allegations), and unless we see the whole thing, we don't know the message it wants to convey.

The poem is interesting to me, because, apart from art being open to interpretation, and we don't have (and probably won't get) Till's own comment on what he intended with it. But at some points during the last months i may have had the feeling that Till wasn't bothered or had a 'FU' attitude to what happened. At the very least during the few bits i had seen from his tour (but as you may know, Till's imagery in his solowork is not my thing) he seemed to continue in the same vein as before and possibly provocatively announcing holding after-parties etc; again, it could be interpreted as a FU...

Well the poem, to me, shows that it does bother him, and that it gets to him. Maybe the fact that people again painted slogans somewhere in his neighbourhood recently, still not letting go of the allegations and now he got back to Berlin after the tour and saw it with his own eyes, was the proverbial 'final straw' that prompted him to write the poem... maybe he already made the poem months ago...don't know.

What is interesting to me too, is that the allegations stuff is often attributed to politically speaking 'left-wing' inclined people; and slogans that are used are usually targetted at 'right-wing' others. But we know for a fact that Rammstein as a whole and Till too are, well, officially political, but if we would *have* to 'label' them, it would be decidedly 'left-wing'. I've felt more than once, that actually the phrases used and actions done by the accusers (and their hangers-on) are going to extremes that actually tend to loop back towards the other end of the political spectrum. The accusations without proof, the cancel culture...isn't it really the same as silencing people because of their beliefs or way of life that happens in Right-wing society? If everything in life is a circle, if you go to the extreme left, don't you run the risk of unintentionally becoming extreme right yourself?

The phrase in the poem"Rot wird braun" (Red becomes brown) reminds me a lot of Left-wing (often represented with color red) turning into Right-wing (especially in 1930/1940's Germany the color of Right wing politics)...and although it is just my interpretation, i wouldn't be surprised if Till made that connection too.

Of all of Till's solowork, i appreciate his poetry the most, and this is no exception.

And the poem sparked my interest in the video more than before i read it, so it will be interesting to see the whole 🌺

#till's poem #till's solo work #a long reply #till lindemann

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Who Am I Really?

Chapter 4

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some child abuse

Summary: Orm and YN settle in with each other more and Orm remembers something from his past

Notes: comments/critiques appreciated!

Orm and YN spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, getting used to each other. Orm noticed that YN was not the type to let a message sit there, she had to answer it right away, but she could let a mess wait if it wasn’t going to cause damage. She had a routine, shelter until almost dark, come back to the house, eat, and let the dishes sit in the sink for awhile before they did them together. Orm started to try and figure out ways to help around the house. Some mornings when she went to the shelter he would stay back and tidy up, wanting to earn his keep there since he felt useless most of the time. Or maybe if there weren’t a lot of volunteers that day, he would pick up the dog walking slack so that YN could do paperwork. YN noticed what he was doing and appreciated it.

“You know you don’t have to do so much Orm,” she said one day as he started cooking dinner. He had become interested in cooking on their first evening in and now he was practicing the basics of pasta. Salt the water, boil it, pasta in, heat the sauce, save some pasta water, drain it, put it and water in sauce, mix, it was soothing to think about and do the steps in order. Then, after it was all done, you had something that not only tasted good but sustained life. What honestly could be better than that? Orm didn’t know why he felt like he needed to redeem himself for something, prove that he could be a good person, but he did. So here he was, helping this one person to clean, take care of the animals, learning to keep her alive, it felt like he was atoning for something, just a little. And he liked it.

“I know, but you do so much, I want to make sure that I earn my place,” he said. That was another thing that was creeping in more as the time went by. His need to earn something. He, again, didn’t know what, but he had to earn it. Earn the bed she let him sleep in, the food she let him eat, the clothes she bought him, her friendship, her love… He stopped there and looked at her as he heard the timer go off. YN smiled as she got up and went to the wall oven. She pulled out two loaves of fresh baked bread and set them to cool. She had made another two loaves already, saying she liked to prep and have homemade bread all week.

“Orm,” she said, coming over to him and turning him to face her. He looked down at her, trying to place the look in her eyes when she spoke to him. God, he wished he remembered what things meant, remembered himself, remembered how to tell what a person was feeling and thinking. He knew that once; he was sure of it. He couldn’t have been this clueless all the time. “Listen to me, are you listening?”

“Yes, I am listening,” he said with a smile. She smiled back and his heart jumped.

“You don’t have to earn your place on this planet. You exist, and your existence is wonderful, its miraculous, you are pure stardust in a human form,” she said. “And so am I, we are all on the planet to bring life to it, not to do a specific job or to have some grand purpose. Just living is purpose enough.” Orm stared at her, and she stared back. She was telling the truth; this time he could tell. “Thank you,” he whispered. She smiled and touched his cheek, he leaned into the feeling of her hand.

“You might want to check that sauce though,” she teased. He looked and saw it was starting to bubble too much so he turned down the heat and put some on a wooden spoon. He held it out to her, and she blew on it, taking just a bit. She nodded, ‘mmm’ coming from her mouth. He tasted it himself and nodded. It was amazing. Maybe he cooked before the attack, maybe that’s why they came after him. He was some kind of chef that had stolen a secret recipe. Ok, that was ridiculous, but fun to think about. YN patted his arm and went to check on her bread and get the table ready.

Orm was running. He was a child, scared of something. Someone was chasing him. He saw someone in front of him. A woman, pale, with blonde hair like his. She looked sad, devastated. She held her arms out to him but then she was pushed off a cliff, weighed down by some kind of rock that pulled deep into a drench in the ocean. Orm was screaming, someone grabbed him, and he was hauled, kicking and screaming into a room where a man waited. This man had Orm’s eyes, but they were angry, murderous even.

“You are my son, and no son of mine is going to embarrass me by crying over that surface whore,” the man, his father said. His voice was vicious, but he wasn’t yelling, barely even whispering, but Orm knew that this was bad, very bad. His father rose from the chair he had been in, producing what looked like seaweed at his side. In his subconscious mind Orm finally realized he was in water, and not just a lake, or swimming, but deep in the ocean, where no human could live. He was snapped back to what was happening though when he felt the crack across his face. Whatever plant that was it was thick and felt like a whip. Orm touched his face and saw blood floating off, carried away. The man looked down at him and Orm screamed.

YN heard Orm from her room, crying out in his sleep. She got out of bed and ran into the other room. He was twisting in the sheets, sweat gleaming off him as he begged someone to stop. She moved to him, shaking him gently, trying to wake him. He shuddered and sat up finally, nearly knocking her over. His eyes were wide and looked around, searching for whatever had been scaring him.

“Orm,” she said, and she could see her voice reach him. He turned to look at her, his heaving chest slowing as they stared at each other. “I’m here, you’re safe.” She ran a hand through his hair, watching as his breathing evened out and he calmed down. “Nightmare?”

“I think I remembered something. Something that seems impossible,” he said. She nodded and moved to sit next to him in bed. He held up some covers and she slid under them. They laid down next to each other and without prompting she moved so he could lay against her, feel her close to him, fingers still running through his hair to soothe him. “I’m not a metahuman. I’m from the ocean.”

“Atlantean?” she asked. He looked at her confused. “The Aquaman, he and a group of people who have lived under the ocean just revealed themselves, joined the surface world. You must be one of their people.” He muddled the thought in his head and nodded.

“Perhaps I am,” he said. “Anyway, I think they killed my mother and my father…he was a monster.” YN leaned to his head, cheek pressing against his forehead, and she kissed it softly.

“Well, you’re here now, safe with me. No monster is going to come for you, not while I’m here,” she said. Orm looked up at her and stared. She looked tired, but she was smiling at him, and finally he thought he saw something in her eyes. He took a risk, leaning up slightly, pressing his lips to hers softly, just for a moment before pulling back. She looked at him surprised and for a moment he thought he had really screwed up, but then she was kissing him, and he never wanted it to end.

#orm marius #king orm #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #kingorm #ormmariusxreader #kingormxreader #ormseries4

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yellowface has a high goodreads rating (4+ stars) so the negative reviews were more interesting and my thoughts on how the book was received

yellowface being marketed as a satire made some ppl dismiss it just bc it wasn’t...funny? idk

a lot of ppl were mad yellowface wasn’t a ‘teachable moment’ type of book which is funny bc r f kuang openly criticizes books like the help that are good objectively are basically books on race that hand hold white ppl and teach them racism bwad :( wah wah. like ofc the book w a hard headed white protag is not gonna have a teachable moment? they wanted a mystical elder asian woman to explain racism to her so bad

few ppl complained that r f kuang didnt dig deeper into discussions within the asian disapora specifically i saw one person mention how we need to talk abt asian americans dating white which is.......i mean why expect that from this book w a short sighted WHITE protagonist? the point is literally that she can’t grasp the diaspora...cmon now 😭

like i said before secretly a lot of readers were mad june wasn’t redeemed from being a racist 😭😭😭😭😭😭 no comment

if the author is similar to any character then kys is not a take i expected to see. where was this vitriol when the after series came out gaklgaklglkga

oh saw a few comments abt how june was very 2d and she was cartoonishly evil with no insight as to why she is the way she is. which is one of the weirder comments like i don’t think they read the book fully. june is literally just a defensive white woman that uses mental health as a shield. and theres a lot of time dedicated to how she feels inadequate, and is seeking the approval from the book community she never got from her mother. as a creative june is very relatable and what she does isnt even that outlandish it’s happened before white ppl steal bc they feel like they’re owed something or that the world is out to get them bc for once the attention isnt on them

one critique that i do agree with is that the book hammered u over the head that june is racist and that plagiarism is bad. and she asks over and over again why can’t she tell stories of other cultures and no one in the narrative even comes close to the point that its fucked up shes telling stories from other races when the ppl who directly were affected by what she’s stealing only have a fleeting chance of getting their story told despite MULTIPLE instances of it being possible. even if june didnt accept it its weird that she never got the obvious answer to her stupid ass question. the subtext abt why it was bad was there but its weird that multiple times she breeches that subject and no one ever gets the chance to challenge her

#blb: yellowface #ok i think these are my final thoughts #overall 4.5/5 really good gives u a lot to think abt

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Time to go crazy about the characterisation changes in the new atla cuz oh boy do I have thoughts

The main thing I noticed for all of them is that this show is focused about telling a story about a war torn world and how that affected everyone first and a coming of age hero story second, which is a choice considering the source material which balanced them both extremely well.it never had to be so heavy handed for the audience to get it but that also could be because it's a kids show at the end of the day 😅

Aang: where is my adventure loving kid. He just wants to ride the Elephant koi and show his new friends cool things. Yes, his past weighs heavy on him and expectations press down, but he's still just 12. It takes him time to work through his grief and his reluctance to save the world and that is literally his big arc. Learning to grow up and save the world (becoming THE avatar ya know). This Aang gets with the program quick and is only concerned with helping people and stepping up, like little dude ur telling me u don't want to go penguin sledding. I dunno it just feels so off. Love the stuff with gyatso too.

Katara: she's actually the most true to her og character I think. I just wish there was more focus on her like there was in the og. She was my first favorite charcter, put some respect on her name. It was criminal to give the opening to kyoshi, like girl u have ur own novels to be in! ALSO WHY DIDNT SHE BREAK THE ICEBERG!!! UGH SO MAD AT THAT.

Sokka: look I get it It's the year of lord 2024 misogyny has no place. So why don't we tell the story of how a guy learns that those views are wrong and how to change ur views rather than pretending that it never existing, like erasing it. As much as it can be critiqued Sokkas misogyny was the catalyst for Katara to hit the iceberg and free Aang. Narratively this gets them both invested in Aang and just shows Sokkas growth on every rewatch. They could've toned it down but it's a big part of his character growth and what are the gonna fill that with, if anything at all.

Suki: now her in live action I can get behind. She ate and left no crumbs. She put Sokka in his place and stole the episode for me. Also I loved the addition of her mom, honestly goals. Can't wait to see how they utilize her throughout she's the best. No comment.

Jet/freedom fighters: pretty much the same, I didn't love the condensing plot lines all into omashu tho

Teo/Sai: same as above but I loved the Way the two interacted it had so much depth.

Iroh: not sure how to feel. It feels wierd hearing iroh not voiced by Mako ya know. Like his dailougue was fine but it lacked that inflection Mako had which really Gave iroh all his character. It's big shoes to fill and it comes so close. I did die for the line where he says he's the one who owes Zuko. Like. Ugh. The implications of that. How Zuko made him wake up and gave him a reason to keep going. Its enough to make a girl cry.

Zuko: oh zuko, zuko, zuko, zuko. Again tough shoes to fill. I think that the characterisation is all there the challenge comes later on when we get his redemption arc. I do love the seeds they are planting especially in his relationship to Iroh.

Azula: now I called it as soon as I saw that girl, knew it was her who else could I have been. Just as evil, just as lustful for power, definitely in character for her to be doing what's she's doing this early on. Will definitely keep tabs on this one.

Bumi: now he about WRECKED ME ok. It was rough. I loved this recharacterisation. If ur gonna give us a war torn world, give me the war torn ruler, whose been carrying all that trauma and burden on his back for 100 years. Of course he's gonna be mad at Aang of course HES gonna BE MAD himself. So yeah it was rough to watch but because it was so hard hitting to see how war destroyed Bumis mindset, and then so wonderful to see Aang give his oldest friend a piece of himself back

In conclusion I care about Avatar way too much and will be ranting about this even more as I continue watching

#also leaves from the vine during that flashback #criminal #dont do that to me!#*sobs*#avatar the last airbender

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softsnzstuff · 1 year

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Corroded Coffin prompt from @ohgodnonotthis - We know eddie would be the type to look up his band and all that fun shit- imagine if he found kink content of himself and/or the band and, instead of being weirded out, he critiques and fact checks it.

A.K.A the one where Steve tells Eddie about the kink

This was so fun to work on - Part two coming SOON • As always, thanks to @dontfeeltoohot for helping me brainstorm. -KB

*****

The guys are all sitting in Tim’s living room talking about the upcoming gigs that they are playing. Eddie’s staring intently at his phone, face scrunched up in thought.

“Ummmm Eds, you wanna share with the class?”

Eddie looked up and blushed slightly.

“Oh my god are you googling us again? You gotta stop doing that man.” Jeff rolled his eyes in a playful way.

“Okay but this is so interesting??” Eddie commented, “I was looking at some random shit online and I stumbled upon this post that said my nose was cute…”

“And??” Gareth prodded.

“And I sort of went down the rabbit hole a bit. Did you know… some people are into sneezing?”

“What do you mean they’re into sneezing?” Jeff asked.

“Like they’re into it, dumbass, what do you think I meant? Like here this post here - I bet Eddie is a messy sneezer - like if anyone’s a messy sneezer it’s Fuckin Gareth!”

Tim and Jeff laughed, Gareth playfully punching his best friend in the arm. The younger man points down at Eddie’s screen.

“Oh yeah? Well they fucking nailed this one: I bet Eddie is clingy when he’s sick.”

Eddie scoffed. “You must be joking. No I’m not?!”

“Yes you are!” The other three said in unison before laughing.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes and he kept scrolling.

“Stop!” Tim pointed as he skimmed over his friends shoulder. “That says they think I sneeze super loud?? Is it just because I’m bigger? That’s Gareth again!”

“Yeah and Jeff actually sneezes the most… not me.” Eddie mumbles.

They all chuckle before Gareth speaks. “We should critique them. Spill the beans about how Jeff is an angry sick person because he misses his mommy. Or how Tim’s kitten sneeze is a secret.”

He was joking, of course, but they all considered for a moment before laughing and switching subjects.

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At the end of the night, Eddie had a call from Steve. He picked up the phone and they chatted about their day as Eddie walked to his car and started it up.

“So Steve you’ll never guess what we saw online today. There’s a corner of the Internet where fans are like. Into our sneezes??”

Steves heart stopped as pure adrenaline rushed through his body. Eddie knew about the kink. What the fuck.

“Hmm that’s weird.” Steve lied through his teeth trying to cover for himself.

“No it’s not.”

There was a pause. “What?”

Eddie laughed, “I said no it’s not. It’s not weird. It’s kinda cute. Plus we don’t kink shame in this household Steven.” He teased.

“I uh…. Ummm.” Steve was debating what to do before he just ripped the band aid off, “Im part of that corner, Eddie. I have a sneeze kink…”

Eddie laughed again, “That’s so cute Steve, are you serious???”

“Yeah don’t laugh.”

“Sorry it’s just. That’s so you. So you like it when I sneeze? Like it turns you on or something?”

“Yes. That doesn’t weird you out?”

“No Steve. I always think it’s gross when I sneeze. Im more than happy to know it’s a turn on for you, I mean what?!”

There’s silence.

“So you really are part of that community?” Eddie asks gently, not wanting Steve to feel uncomfortable.

“Yeah I am.” The younger man says barely above a whisper.

“And you let these people THINK that I’m clingy when I’m sick???? You didn’t correct them?”

Steve laughed audibly, “What is there to correct Eddie? You are clingy when you’re sick!!”

Eddie knew Steve couldn’t see him, but he pouted anyways before he got a wicked grin.

“I don’t think I’m clingy when I’m sick. But now that I know you’re into it? I’m about to be.”

TBC 😈😈

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #co/rroded co/ffin #rockstar au #kink!steve #kb writes #snz kink #kb au’s #snzblr #steddiesnz #s/teve h/arrington

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I've been wondering about your thoughts on the UA entrance exam. The way its carried out always felt too skewed towards people with offensive Quirks to me, which also causes the common questions of how people like Hagakure and Koda made it past the exam. Even some class 1-B students like Kuroiro, Awase, and Tsuburaba can raise some questions. Having to destroy robots feels somewhat unfair to those with recon/supportive/defensive Quirks. which feels like a bad prerequisite for a school like U-A.

Not that it affected anything in universe though, besides Shinso maybe). So yeah I want to know what you think and if you have any critiques or changes you'd like to see in the UA entrance exam. Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing it all haha. I just had this thought post-writing, but I think the entrance exam changes every year no? Maybe the one we saw was just a strange setup sort of deal? I dunno I might me wrong)

I think there is a discussion to be had about changing the exams, but I want to cover why the exams are the way they are.

Do I think the Entrance Exam is unfair? To a degree. I understand the focus on robots can be an issue with certain students like Shinso and can be skewed more towards combat focused Quirks. However, there are several factors that need to be considered. First and foremost, there are a lot of kids that want to be heroes. And with the sheer variety of Quirks in the world, it is going to be next to impossible to accommodate all of them without filtering every single one and interview them on a personal level or going so broad that anyone could do it, like with the exam is now. Then there is how hero work applies to the test. While heroes can and do undertake a variety of roles, their main job is to fight villains. Making sure that each student is able to take care of themselves in a fight would be pretty important in determining if they should be accepted into the school, even if it's in a highly controlled environment. Plus, if a student with potential doesn't make it, there is always the General Studies course, where they can potentially still get into the course through their own merit.

As for the specifics of the test, there is more to it. There is the fact that everything is being observed and recorded by the teachers, who can then commentate on what the candidates are doing. And by seeing them and their Quirks in a controlled environment they could determine who exactly would be a suitable candidate depending on their non-combat qualities, such as their heroic nature or their overall skillset and strategy. Then there is the fact that Hero Points are a thing. Kids are being graded on something other then smashing robots and can get into the school on those merits. Even then, there are ways non-combat focus students can beat the robots, and that is by immobilizing them. In fact, it's how a lot of the kids made it into the school. I have been asked several times about how characters like Awase, Sen, Kuroiro, Kinoko, Koesi, Tsuyu, Ojiro, Koda, Shoji, Jiro, Hagakure, Bondo, and Mineta have made it in to the school. All of these characters have powers that either aren't wholly focused on combat or aren't the heaviest hitters in a fight. So fact that roughly a third of the heroics course was able to pass this exam with these kinds of powers means that you can still get a varied pool of candidates from it. And I get that seems like a smaller fraction of the bigger pool, but again, hero work is very combat oriented.

#My Hero Academia #Not Quirks #Shinsou Hitoshi #Mezo Shoji #Koji Koda #Hagakure Tooru #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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cosmics-beings · 11 months

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So I LOVED ROTB but I have a problem with a lot of the takes from like non-black people. One of the biggest critiques from the right is that 'it's woke nonsense garbage' and one of the critiques from the mostly white / nonblack left is 'how is this woke? just because it has poc it's woke! stop saying that and enjoy. stop saying everything is woke!'

The fact of the matter is that y'all are both wrong and it shows how the word 'woke' has been bastardized and appropriated by the left and the white.

the term woke is a black american term that just references the importance of being educated about police brutality, systametic racism, white supreamcy, etc. The right has made the word a bad word, which now is really just used to negatively describe anything 'black' and well the left also treats it as a bad word and wants so badly for things not to be associated with the term 'woke'.

Mostly that's true. Stuff with POC and rep isn't 'woke'. Ariel wasn't woke, the only reason people called it that is because they saw a black mermaid and again, that is the right using it as a dog whistle to be racist toward black people.

By default, the inclusion of poc doesn't make anything 'woke' if it's not dealing with some important issues unique to black culture.

However , woke isn't a bad word . It is a cultural word that has been appropriated by the left and the right, and that sucks because in some cases - yes things can be considered 'woke', but right and leftists do not actually have the capacity to understand or realize waht that means.

ROTB has themes of police brutality, profling, white supremacy, racism, and microaggressions that visibly black people face and they have to literally overcome in their own ways, which are huge themes of the movie. There are certainly, historically speaking, some instances of the movie that Black activists, fans, etc., would and can consider 'woke' if it stands to call out again racism and white supremacy, which some parts of the movie did. Subtle but it was there and you saw it especially if you've been through it.

The movie isn't a woke movie, that's not the issue. There are some themes of what people would call 'wokeness'. But the point of my post is that, the word has been so heavily bastardized that everyone gets it wrong. No, a movie just having non-black poc primarily isn't going to be woke, but a movie that deals with small instances of police brutality and racism with a director and cast who understands that can certainly fall into themes of wokeness.

the issue at hand too is that a lot of white and nonblack leftists and centrist have really made woke into a bad word. either a word to just be a deragorty code to say 'black' (i.e the right) or just a word that the left doesn't want to be associated with for some reason. and it sucks because centrist have appropriated other words like queer, or whatever and made them into bad things but obviously, queer people reclaimed it. so i hate seeing a word that means so much to black people be negatively squandered by right and leftists and leftists are as uninformed about the word as centrists.

and i see way to many tf fans who aren't black and who dont' know what woke means, seeing a movie that deals with themes that many black people would consider 'woke', and just shit on the term. and again a lot of it is due to centrist appropiating the term but i wish that if people didn't understand the word they just wouldn't comment on it.

#transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #tf rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #fandom racism

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Bear with both me and this post please, as I know there's a lot of discourse posts going around and it may be annoying to see yet another one. However, as it's still a topic in circulation I'd like to add something as someone who directly reached out and talked on more than one occasion with the main person on the other side of all this.

On the IG side of things the main person speaking has been livvysonden, so I reached out to her as someone really active on the tumblr side of things to try and figure out where we were both coming from and find some common ground. We've spoken both in comments and DMs about the matter

From what I've seen, both sides of the fandom have been assessing and critiquing each other based purely on posts they saw, so please allow me to explain to the best of my abilities the perspective of each side and the conclusion livvysonden and I both came to throughout our conversation. I'm addressing this with both the tumblr and instagram fandom in mind because she said she may share this post with the ig fandom later.

I'm putting everything else under a cut for space because it's long, but hopefully this helps brings clarity to both sides of the argument and can be used for a more peaceful resolution than what we're currently at.

Livvysonden's introduction (and subsequently the ig fandom as a whole) to this situation was as an older fan seeing a young fan expressing discomfort over sexual content. They had no more context than that. That was literally it, which we know to be not the whole story, but they didn't. The tumblr fandom knows that we had no intention to see Fintan sexually and no desire to make anyone uncomfortable, but there's was no way for them to know that. Of course the natural response to that is to support this young fan and come to their defense. I'd do the same in that situation. On top of that, the IG fandom tends to run a little younger than the tumblr fandom from what we can tell. There are fans as young as 10 who ignore the rules of using IG, so that was the perspective she approached with. An older fan seeing an uncomfortable younger fan and wanting to help.

It was also possibly made worse by a history of other discourses on the IG fandom that people were relating it to. There was mention of adult/minor ships and something to do with Lady Gisela; those are things completely disconnected from Tumblr's experience and wouldn't factor in at all to how we understand the IG fandom's perspective because we had no knowledge of it. We once had one person join the fandom and mention an adult/minor ship who was immediately confronted and left, and we hardly talk about Gisela, so in terms of discourse history both sides approached it differently.

From the tumblr perspective, everything stemmed from one off-handedly mentioned idea. That idea didn't even have anything to do with stripping, it was about an outfit idea because we realized there's no official description of the Neverseen uniform and figured we could make it something silly like a leotard and neon leg warmers. Another article of clothing given was stripper heels, stripper being used to describe the style and height of heels they could be wearing. That's where the "stripper Fintan" name came from, using that term to refer to the outfit as a whole because it stands out. We could've just as easily called it leotard Fintan, but stripper is apparently what stuck.

This recently was brought up again and turned into drawings of Fintan in the outfit. Let me be clear: there have been no nude drawings. There isn't a bare butt drawing of Fintan or anything naked. He has always been clothed in these drawings, and all the other experiences people have had with accidental smut encounters are entirely unconnected to the leotard uniform joke.

Someone brought it up in the kotlc.confessions ig account where this all started and people started questioning the tumblr fandom. Screenshots of the confessions, comments, and stories have been circulating on tumblr.

The tumblr fandom's response to this was to say we'd done nothing wrong, everything was a joke, and that the character (an ancient elf from a fictional story) couldn't be harmed, referring to the IG fandom as purist, prude, and incapable of letting people have fun. Several memes were made alongside frustrated posts. I'm sure many of us have seen them on here, and several people have brought up good points.

However the jokes and responses, while not our intention, were interpreted as us saying "we don't care that you're uncomfortable and even think it's funny." Hearing that, we as the Tumblr fandom know we don't find it funny when people are uncomfortable, but none of that was coming across in the response. Livvysonden was talking to many people and seeing what people shared with her, which was mostly people rebuking the IG fandom. There's such a strange almost rivalry between the two sites, and from what I saw it seemed like no one was actually talking to each other and instead just brushing each other off with no deeper meaning or understanding.

I think I speak for the entire tumblr fandom when I say we don't want anyone to be uncomfortable; we're here to have fun and connect over a book series we've all grown attached to. If someone is uncomfortable, it brings us no joy. However, no one else's online experience is our responsibility. Tumblr is a website where you are directly responsible for what and who you follow and block. IG has an algorithm and statistics and shadowbanning and all that. Tumblr doesn't. If you don't want to see or interact with something, that comes down to you. If you don't want to see something, it is up to you to block the tags or people you need to; it's not something anyone takes offense to here! We encourage you to do so actually so that everyone can have fun.

This does require some action from us like ensuring we're actually using tags people can block to avoid the content. We each have our part to make tumblr work how it's supposed to. We've been doing our part and including key words and tags in the posts we make so they can be blocked if wanted. Saying we're not thinking about the people who can see what we post wouldn't be accurate; we've done exactly what is appropriate for the site we're on and the culture of Tumblr. And if people aren't tagging something you think we should be, that's the part where you have to let us know!

We can't help or address anything if none of us knows something is making you uncomfortable! I know there are several people in the tumblr fandom who can seem intimidating, but one of the big functions of this site is that you can send us anonymous messages. I personally always have my inbox open to anonymous messages, so if people who have been making memes and jokes about the situation seem more intimidating to talk to, please feel free to come to me instead and I can speak on your behalf, same as livvysonden is doing on the IG side of things.

This also applies to if you have any issues with anything I've said or done; I'm not claiming to be completely innocent. Please, if something I've said or done makes you uncomfortable or you don't like it, let me know or have someone reach out on your behalf to let me know. I have the anonymous function on on my askbox. As long as you do so respectfully, I am entirely open to reassessing my behavior and correcting if needed.

I do sincerely apologize if we have done anything in the past that has made you feel like you cannot reach out or talk to us. We all want everyone to have a good time here and knowing people may have been too uncomfortable to speak is awful. However, please don't place us with that blame if you have not reached out. We can't read your minds, as cool as it would be, so we need to communicate and work collaboratively to make fandom fun for everyone.

To summarize this all, I think there was a huge miscommunication in the introduction to all of this and it spiraled entirely out of control because of it. The IG fandom doesn't want fans to be exposed to things they don't want to be and wants people to feel safe talking when they're uncomfortable, and that's fair. We want that too! The tumblr fandom wants to make jokes with each other about the chaotic ideas we sometimes have, which sometimes are more mature in nature because we're people. As long as we accommodate to make sure those who don't want to see that have a way to avoid it (which there is) that's fine! There's no need to turn it into a huge thing

I asked Livvysonden if there was anything she wanted me to specifically communicate to the tumblr fandom, and she said she just wanted to mention that there may be tumblr users (from before this all started) that were too uncomfortable to say anything, and that that may be something we should keep in mind going forward. Which I think is entirely fair.

We both want this to come to a peaceful resolution, so hopefully some of this can help with all that. I know that was a lot of text but I'm notorious for being verbose, so if you made it this far thank you for taking it all into consideration. I don't want to have a tumblr vs instagram conclusion to all this if I can help it.

I hope this clarifies things going forward and that everyone has a good day/weekend!

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc discourse #i know we like to make jokes and memes. but I do ask you set aside your 'the ig fandom sucks!' preconceptions before proceeding #because as much as there's drama between everyone both sides bring up valid points of discussion #so please don't dismiss that without proper consideration

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