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star-girl69 · 1 month
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Because Of You
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader
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synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy who’s heart you broke just won’t leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides she’s not a fan.
a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but… you guessed it… IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask
thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love y’all soooooo muuccchhhhhh 🫶🫶💋 as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!
Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)
warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad y’all sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really don’t care 😭, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff y’all know what you’re getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think that’s all, tell me if i missed anything!!
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When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.
The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyone’s stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like they’ve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.
It’s annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.
Until Alek came along.
You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.
You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.
And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasn’t a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.
But she couldn’t tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.
While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your mother’s approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.
So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadn’t said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.
Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.
Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.
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After Alek’s initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.
Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.
Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.
She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.
“Just… be more careful,” she had said, almost like a question, like she wasn’t sure the words were coming out of her mouth.
And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.
And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasn’t all some elaborate plan.
But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.
It wasn’t until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.
And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.
And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.
This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.
And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.
She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.
And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.
“Sorry. It’s just… once your lips were on mine, I don’t think I can ever stop. I don’t wanna stop.”
And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.
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The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.
It’s when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyone’s getting settled, classes haven’t started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.
As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, it’s not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.
And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.
But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.
Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.
Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didn’t believe them.
But it’s all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.
Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.
All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.
And you’re not used to that, however vain it may be.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.
She leans her head against your shoulder. “‘S okay. Don’t worry about ‘em, baby.”
You huff. “Did no one ever teach them it’s rude to stare, though? Like… c’mon.”
She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.
“Stop fuckin’ staring,” she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.
And eventually, at the risk of Clarisse’s wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.
A few of Clarisse’s siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.
But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.
And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, there’s one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.
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You don’t mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.
You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.
You don’t think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.
Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really don’t want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.
But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and he’ll get over it in a few days.
You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and you’re forced to whisper softly.
Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time you’re with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, he’s there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.
And if it wasn’t because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, you’ve moved on, you’re in love and happy.
It’s the late afternoon, you’re trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know it’s because of her.
The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods that’s filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.
You don’t even register that other people are there. You’re going on about your annoying half-brother, she’s pretending to listen intently- but it’s just enough to be here with her, and at least she’s listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.
“And then, he said-” you trail off, feeling like something’s crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.
“Hm, what?” Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.
Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didn’t sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.
Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.
You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.
She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries he’s supposed to be picking.
Clarisse’s hand tightens around yours.
“Who the hell is that?” she huffs.
You suck in a breath. “Alek.”
“Al-huh?”
You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.
“Alek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?”
“Oh,” she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. “The one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?”
“No, no,” you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe you’re just making it all up. “Not since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, he’s always around on all our dates- it’s just creepy, at this point.”
“Sounds like the fucker has a death wish,” she drawls. “I’d be happy to help him with it.”
You bump her shoulder with yours. “Yeah, yeah Miss Violence.”
She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesn’t like what she sees.
“Hey, c’mon. I’ll kill him if he pulls some shit again.”
“Clarisse.”
“Beat him up?”
“Clarisse.”
“Physically threaten him?”
“Clar-”
She smacks her hand over your mouth. “Shhh,” she smiles. “Don’t stress. I’ll take care of it.”
“Clarisse!” you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.
“Oh, sorry, baby, I can’t hear you!”
“Bitch,” you hiss, and she frowns.
“Mean.”
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Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.
Alek finally leaves you a note. It’s simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.
All it says is:
I miss you, we could be something
She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways she’ll make him regret thinking about you.
She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.
“Clarisse!” you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.
She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.
“What else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You don’t know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. He’s a fuckin’ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethin’.”
“I mean. I doubt it will,” you mumble after a moment.
She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. It’s bloodthirsty. It’s almost inhuman. It’s Godly.
“Then I’ll have to teach him in… other terms.”
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Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. It’s Friday, so you’ve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron let’s the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.
A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but he’s hard pressed to find ones who haven’t already been warned not to.
The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- it’s a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.
Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. You’re surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.
There’s nothing like laughing at someone’s shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.
“He did what?!” Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.
You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.
She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblings’ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.
“Yeah,” you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. It’s not like anything will change. You’re here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.
Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.
“Anyways,” you smile. “Clarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how she’s the strongest girl at camp,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows she’s probably right. “And then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, he’ll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.”
You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.
“Hopefully,” she echoes.
But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you don’t feel anything but peace.
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Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.
At the end of the day, you’re doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. You’re vain and you’re proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and you’re as left dust on the floor.
Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.
The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.
It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. She’s not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.
The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.
It feels like nothing can hurt you here.
But you’re a demigod, and life is not that easy.
The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as it’s quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.
The fact that he’s here, the fact that he blatantly didn’t listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasn’t his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.
Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.
“Y/N, I jus’ wanna talk.”
The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisse’s body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.
“Clarisse,” you mumble, shifting closer to her.
She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so she’s straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.
Her tone is genuinely confused.
“Are you, like, okay in the head?”
The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.
“It’s not of your business,” Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.
Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.
“You’re not even worthy of being looked at by her,” and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way she’s protectively wrapped around you.
“Y/N,” he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. “I just want to talk.”
“If you say one more fuckin’ word to my girlfriend I’m gonna kill you.”
There’s no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. She’s deathly calm. She’s focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.
You don’t know why the hell Alek just can’t let the 13 year old version of you go, why he’s looking something where there’s nothing, and you’re just so done with all of this.
You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisse’s arms fall around you in confusion.
“Alek,” you start, softly. “We dated for a month when we were 13. That’s all it was, that’s all it’s ever gonna be. It’s over, okay?”
“Exactly,” he breathes. “A month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.”
“Okay, I’m done,” you mumble, standing up.
And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. She’s pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.
Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.
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You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know she’ll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. She’ll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.
Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though you’re really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.
“Did you see how bad his face was?” she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.
“I did,” you laugh. “It was real bad, baby. Good job.”
She huffs, as if it’s common knowledge.
“I always do a good job, just matters what level of good I’m on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?”
She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.
“You’re crazy,” you mutter.
She shrugs. “You’re the one who let me. You’re the one who loves me.”
“Yeah,” you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.
“Did you like watching me?” she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.
You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.
“You know I did.”
“Three months no dessert,” she smiles.
“Three months of sharing with you,” you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.
Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.
It feels so good to know she loves you.
When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.
“Jealous?” you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.
“Just want everyone to know you’re my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?”
You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.
“Huh?” she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. “Why you feelin’ like this, baby?”
“Because of you,” you breathe. “Because of you, Clarisse.”
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y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire
silena trying to be happy for y’all but also concerned for your health
clarisse just being proud as hell
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this was small so idk if y’all picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesn’t like unworthy losers looking at her girl 🙄
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possessive!clarisse i love you so much baby
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sansaorgana · 1 year
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— NOT A CHILD ANYMORE
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PAIRING — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY — You are Queen Alicent’s favourite young lady in waiting and Prince Aemond’s childhood friend. However, he is sick and tired of you viewing him as nothing but a child when he is a man now and he will not let anyone else have you.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — I have another idea quite similar to this one with Velaryon!Reader and at first I wanted to combine them but in the end I decided otherwise, so I’m gonna write the second idea separately. As we all know, Aemond has a thing for ladies older than him, but I didn’t want to make the age gap too big because I’m not a huge fan of them, but also it would be quite creepy in this case, meanwhile 5 years is not much but at the same time it’s still enough to make a difference at first.
WARNINGS — Reader is 5 years older, it starts when they’re both underage but their relationship is platonic then (except for Aemond having an innocent crush), mentions of death after childbirth (Reader’s sister)
WORD COUNT — 5,630
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
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NOT A CHILD ANYMORE
You were sent to court at the age of fourteen to become one of Queen Alicent’s ladies in waiting. Coming from a very noble and rich house, it was a privilege but also an honor to represent your house this way. Your older brother was an heir and your older sister was married off quite quickly due to her beauty. You were focusing on your studies and expanding the list of your virtues, therefore you were accepted at the court.
It was every young lady’s dream and you knew that the new position wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. You were also still quite young but your parents hoped that you would find a powerful husband in the capital city of Westeros and that you’d get married quickly just like your older sister.
You were only fourteen, therefore Queen Alicent somehow felt the need to take care of you and protect you. You became one of her favorite companions and lovely Princess Helaena found a friend in you, too.
But it wasn’t Princess Helaena who was the closest to you out of all the Queen’s children. Young Prince Aemond was the one spending most of his time with you.
He was only nine – five years younger than you – and the age gap between you wasn’t very big after all but at this point of your lives it still seemed to be huge. He was still a child, meanwhile you were slowly becoming a woman. You were treating him like a younger brother and he had an innocent crush on you, which was something you couldn’t believe in at first until you noticed how his cheeks would always blush around you.
You weren’t quite sure why he had chosen you out of all the people around him to cling to so much but perhaps it was because of your rather secluded nature so similar to his. Whenever his mother didn’t need you, you would sit in the garden or the library to read books and daydream about adventures written in them. You loved to take walks around the gardens, too, and Aemond sometimes accompanied you – despite the fact his brother Aegon was often making fun of him for that.
Aemond was a shy and insecure child and you just felt the need to protect him and to be his friend because you knew how hard it was to grow up without a friend at all.
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You were sitting in the garden and reading a book when you heard someone’s footsteps approaching you. They were muffled like the person was dragging their feet behind them and you also furrowed your brows at the sound of a sniffle.
“Prince Aemond?” you asked, unsurely.
“It’s me…” he emerged from behind the tree and wiped his flushed cheeks with the corners of his sleeve. He looked like he had just finished an intense crying-his-heart-out session.
“Oh, my Prince, what happened?” you put the book down and opened your arms so he would hug you.
“It was them again,” he muttered and sniffled all the remaining tears back. He didn’t want you to see him crying.
“I will speak to your mother about Prince Aegon,” you fixed his ruffled silver hair, “but I have no power over Princess Rhaenyra’s sons,” you explained softly.
“It wouldn’t change anything. They won’t stop until I get a dragon…” he let go of you and sat down to rest his back on the tree with an annoyed expression. “I should have a dragon. I’m a Targaryen.”
You looked down on him and sighed before deciding to crouch down and join him.
“I know it’s not the same and I’m just a silly girl after all,” you started carefully, “but I do know how you feel,” you confessed.
“You do?” Aemond turned his head around to ask you with a furrowed brow.
“Beauty for ladies means what dragons do for Targaryens. I grew up watching my older sister – one of the most beautiful ladies from my land; if not the most – I grew up in her shadow,” you swallowed thickly and picked a flower up from the grass to play with it nervously between your fingers. “She could do anything and my parents would forgive her because she was a gem for them as much as all their riches in the vault. I watched her being courted by the finest lords and knights, I watched all the young ladies wanting to befriend her because she was so pretty; to bask in her glory. I was not so lucky, my Prince. I was not blessed with her charms, therefore I focused on studying and becoming a virtuous lady,” you threw the flower away and felt how wet your eyes had become. You blinked a few times to dry the fresh tears and you noticed Aemond looking at you with eyes widened, awaiting for the rest of the story. “But, in the end, you know what happened?” you asked softly and the young Prince shook his head. “She was married off to a rich lord who is old and ugly. He wanted her so badly and my parents thought it would be a great match due to his wealth and power. So there she is, my sweet beautiful sister. And where am I with all my books? At the Red Keep, being the Queen’s lady in waiting.”
“What does it have in common with me?” Aemond whined.
“I told you, it’s not the same. It’s just a silly story about girls’ problems but maybe good things come to those who wait. How about that? Maybe sometimes an easy way doesn’t lead to an easy ending, hm?” you asked him.
“But it’s unfair.”
“I know,” you smiled sadly. “Life is not fair, my Prince, sadly.”
“And of course we have to be the losers, am I right?” he sighed and stood up as you chuckled.
“Yes, I guess we are losers,” you agreed with him.
“By the way, Lady (Y/N), you’re not ugly at all,” Aemond’s cheeks became bright pink as he mumbled out those words.
“I didn’t say I was ugly, though! I only said I didn’t possess my sister’s beauty,” you teased him and he looked down nervously.
“I mean… Um… I mean that…” he tried to explain himself and you laughed kindly.
“I’m teasing you, my Prince. Thank you for your kind words.”
His face lit up after hearing those words as he graced you with a smile before running away to join Ser Cole at the training grounds and you went back to reading your book.
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You hadn’t been there. You hadn’t been to Driftmark with the rest of the court. It was the funeral of Lady Laena Velaryon and you stayed at the Red Keep.
But you heard about what had happened from the servants. You found out about Prince Aemond’s lost eye and a claimed dragon. When they arrived back, you rushed to his mother’s chambers.
“My Queen!” you took a deep breath in after running. “I’m so sorry, so sorry…” your lower lip trembled as she pulled you in for a hug.
“Oh, my sweet soul,” she kissed your forehead.
“Can I see him?” you asked, unsurely.
“If he allows it,” the Queen nodded.
“Do you need me, your Grace?”
“No, you can go,” she smiled gently as you rushed out of the chamber to visit Prince Aemond.
You just couldn’t believe what that sweet, shy boy had to go through. And what cruel price he had to pay for finally claiming a dragon for himself.
You spotted a maid leaving his chamber as she widened her eyes at you.
“How is he? Can I see him?” you asked her.
“My Lady, I’ve just cleaned the wound. I don’t think Prince Aemond would want to see anyone now, though. I can ask him for you,” she offered and you nodded.
She disappeared behind the door for a while and when she came back, she shook her head.
“He does not wish to see you, my Lady.”
“Have you told him it was me? Lady (Y/N)?” you swallowed thickly.
“Yes, I have, my Lady. Now, please, forgive me, I have some errands to run,” she bowed her head and left you alone in the corridor.
You didn’t know what to do and you couldn��t help but feel hurt. He had his reasons of course, it was a difficult situation. But you considered yourself to be his friend in a place where he didn’t have many.
“My Prince, it’s me,” you knocked upon the door and said out loud without opening the door. “I won’t bother you if you do not want to see me. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was very worried about you,” your voice cracked. “I am terribly sorry for what happened. I’ll leave you now,” you finished and turned around but when you were about to walk away, you heard the door opening.
“Come in, Lady (Y/N),” Prince Aemond’s voice invited you from the inside but you couldn’t see him in the darkness of the room.
And so you did; entered the chamber and closed the door behind you. Young Prince sat down on his bed but he had his back turned on you.
“Forgive me the lack of manners,” he muttered. “I do not want to scare you. It is not a pleasing view.”
“A wound does not scare me, my Prince, but I do not want you to feel uncomfortable. Don’t bother yourself with manners,” you fixed the wrinkles of your dress awkwardly. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes but less with each hour,” he nodded.
Long silence occurred and you had no idea what to say.
“Why are you here?” he eventually asked.
“Because you are my friend, my Prince,” you cleared your throat. “I was worried.”
“You mean that you were my friend, Lady (Y/N),” he corrected you.
“What are you talking about, Prince Aemond? I still want to be your friend…” you shook your head, not understanding much from his words.
Then he turned around and revealed the wound with all the stitches.
You gasped as it indeed looked worse than you had been expecting. Not only the eye had been closed and swollen but also the scar from the cut was marking almost half of his face.
“Why would any lady be a friend of mine now? I look like a monster,” he announced calmly, without any emotion in his voice.
It was strange how this experience made him sound more mature now.
“Hm, I don’t know,” you tried to sound joyful and playful, “perhaps because you own a cool dragon now, so I’ve heard. The biggest one, am I right?”
Aemond cracked a smile at your words and you sighed with relief.
“Or maybe you don’t wish to be friends with a loser like me anymore, now when you’re so cool,” you chuckled and he shook his head.
“Do not say that about yourself,” he said. “But you were right. Good things indeed do come to those who wait.”
“Such a shame you had to pay this horrible price for it,” you saddened.
“I’m not a lady, I’m a Targaryen. I don’t have to be pretty,” he shrugged his arms but you could see how he looked down to nervously pick on the blanket on the bed.
“Do not think that this wound makes you look ugly, my Prince,” you approached him carefully. “Or the scar. They make you look like a warrior,” you tried to cheer the boy up. “And they don’t change anything.”
“You do not have to lie to me.”
“I am not lying,” you shook your head.
“The maid that was here before you… She was disgusted. I could see that. And she was scared. I do not want ladies of the court to fret at the sight of me,” Aemond sighed.
“You are my friend,” you squeezed his hand. “I would never fret at the sight of you.”
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Eight years passed and you were now twenty three. Still without a husband, which was making your parents quite angry but you couldn’t care less.
You liked your life at the Red Keep and you knew that Queen Alicent wouldn’t let you go so easily since you were her favorite lady in waiting. She even had told you once that she would never wish you to marry anyone awful and she would want to approve the choice of your future husband first.
But sometimes you felt like you wouldn’t have a husband at all anyway. You didn’t even like anyone much.
Watching the sea and being lost in all sorts of thoughts again, you hadn’t noticed a slim figure approaching you.
“Lady (Y/N),” the familiar voice made you jump up a little before turning around.
“Prince Aemond!” you greeted him and he smiled faintly. “Gods, you scared me.”
“That was not my intention,” he leaned on the balustrade next to you.
“I know, my Prince,” you sighed and went back to staring at the sea. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been following you,” he admitted and you furrowed your brow.
“Why in the Seven Hells would you do that?” you chuckled.
“To make sure you were safe, my Lady,” he nodded. “I saw you leaving all alone.”
“My Prince, your worry is sweet but unnecessary,” you pointed out. “I can take care of myself while walking around the Red Keep’s gardens,” you laughed.
“No doubt about it, I still wanted to make sure,” he insisted and you shook your head with a gentle smile. “What is troubling you, my Lady?”
“Nothing is troubling me, my Prince, I was only lost in my thoughts again,” you admitted. “I was thinking about my sister.”
Your beautiful and charming sister had died a year earlier while giving birth to her awful lord husband’s third child.
“What about her?” Aemond lowered his voice.
“I was thinking how sad her life was actually. She even died as she lived – beautiful. What a sad life it must be to only be beautiful,” you looked at him.
“Thank Gods you’re also smart, my Lady,” he smirked and you furrowed your brow at that before looking away.
The older he was getting, the more inappropriate some of his words were. Perhaps inappropriate was not a good word, after all they weren’t shocking nor obscene. But his attempts at flirting were still making you feel a little uncomfortable.
He was still a child in your eyes. That silver-haired boy sniffling his tears back in the garden with his face pressed to your chest.
“My parents sent me a raven,” you changed the subject. “They’re not very pleased with me.”
“Why would they be?”
“I am not a wife yet,” you sighed. “But, to be honest, Red Keep is my home now. I don’t wish to leave it…” you took a deep breath in and from the corner of your eye you saw his jaw clenching.
“Do you have any suitors, my Lady?” Aemond asked with irritation in his voice.
“Well, that is another problem because I do not,” you confessed. “Why would anyone pay attention to me? I mean, except for Prince Aegon of course. I have to run away from him twice a day,” you made a joke about it because at this point you could only laugh.
“Does Aegon bother you, my Lady?” Aemond took a step forward and examined you with his intense gaze. “Why haven’t you told me before?”
“It is not something I couldn’t deal with myself, my Prince,” you chuckled. “He’s just trying to convince me to join him in his deprivation, he’s not pushing hims–”
“I am not a child anymore, Lady (Y/N),” Aemond didn’t let you finish and you were left speechless with your mouth still open as you were about to speak.
“What makes you think I treat you like a child, my Prince?” you asked carefully.
You did, actually. You treated him like a child and you knew that but you wondered what had betrayed you.
“You don’t talk to me the same way you talk to my sister or mother and you do not consider me a man who would protect you, whether it is a short walk around the garden or dealing with my brother. And, let me remind you, the previous week you offered me your help with studying geography when, no offense, I know more about it now than you do.”
“Why would I talk to you the same way as I do to your sister or mother, my Prince? They are women like I am,” you crossed your arms, trying to make up excuses. “And why do you think of me as a lady who cannot even take a walk on her own? Where is this whole sudden need of protecting me coming from? I can deal with your brother, too. If I couldn’t, I’d go to your mother and tell her. Also, forgive me for not being as educated as you are, my Prince,” you bowed your head and turned around to leave his side.
“Wait, Lady (Y/N), I didn’t mean it this way… I…” he started but you kept on walking ahead of you, avoiding the rest of this awkward conversation.
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Later that night you couldn’t fall asleep and while staring at the ceiling and overthinking, you realized one thing – Aemond Targaryen was not a child anymore indeed. He was a young man now and he barely even reminded of the boy he once had been; the one you had befriended all those years ago.
Ladies were expected to grow up faster and act more mature but when you first met him you had been fourteen yourself. You were a child, too. You still had been sleeping with your doll at night for two more years until you were sixteen.
Still, you didn’t know how to feel with Aemond’s crush on you. It was cute he still had it after all those years but at the same time his innocent fascination from your childhood years had recently turned into something more; something you were quite scared of.
And as much as it felt nice to have the Prince himself having a crush on you, you felt like it would lead to trouble and that Queen Alicent wouldn’t approve of that.
Not that you considered giving him a chance, of course…
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Your parents became impatient and found you a suitor who was already living in the Red Keep as well. They were contacting him via ravens and trusted Queen Alicent with arranging the whole courting process.
The man was Tyland Lannister.
“How do you feel about him, my sweet?” Queen Alicent asked while brushing your hair in front of the mirror. She was like a mother to you at this point.
“He’s so… old,” you winced. “And he doesn’t seem to be pleasant. And how do you feel about him, your Grace?”
“I trust him with our ships,” she chuckled. “I think there are many men much worse than him.”
“Of that I have no doubt…” you muttered to yourself. “I mean, my sister had it worse.”
“Now, look at you. How pretty!” Queen Alicent gasped and you focused your eyes on your reflection in the mirror.
You indeed looked stunning and it was a shame that it was all for Ser Tyland Lannister.
You opened your mouth to thank her when the door to the chamber opened without knocking and you both turned around to see Prince Aemond walking inside with a bitter expression on his face. However, at the sight of you he froze for a moment.
“Aemond, it is a lack of manners not to knock before entering somebody else’s chambers, even if that somebody is just your mother,” Queen Alicent scolded him and you giggled at that since apparently you weren’t the only one still treating him like a child sometimes.
It only made him more angry but he didn't react to that.
“Forgive me,” he bowed his head a little, “I had no idea you had a guest.”
“I’m dolling Lady (Y/N) up for her meeting with Ser Tyland Lannister,” Queen Alicent explained and you sighed. “Her parents would want them to get married but Ser Tyland demanded to know her better before.”
“What do you mean that he demanded that?” Aemond gritted his teeth. “And before what? The wedding? Is it certain already?”
“Since when are you so invested in the ladies’ gossip and drama, my Prince?” you teased him and he suddenly gave you a very angry and threatening look you hadn’t been expecting to ever get from him.
“Who will be Lady (Y/N)’s chaperone?” he asked his mother, ignoring you completely.
You raised your eyes to look at her reaction to his behavior and she furrowed her brows but didn’t make any comments. At least not in front of you.
“Ser Tyland is a man of honor, there is no chaperone needed. I’m sending only a maid with them,” the Queen answered.
“That is foolish, mother,” Aemond pointed out and approached you two. “I will go.”
You swallowed thickly at that. The situation was becoming more and more awkward.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea, Aemond,” the Queen explained softly.
“Why not? Have you not promised Lady (Y/N)’s parents to take care of all the aspects of her courtship? Isn’t providing the lady with a protector a part of it? Weren’t you the one to teach me all those rules about men and women?” Aemond insisted.
“There will be a maid going with Lady (Y/N).”
“What will a maid do against a man, a knight, like Ser Tyland? Will she stop him?”
“Stop him from what, my Prince?” you interrupted them and they both looked down at you. “Stop him from what? Are you accusing Ser Tyland of being a man of rotten intentions?” you raised an eyebrow and Aemond cleared his throat.
“No, I just…”
“Forgive me, your Grace, it is time for me to go already,” you stood up and the Queen nodded at you. You bowed down and left the chamber to join your maid on your way to the garden where you were supposed to meet with Ser Tyland.
Perhaps he wouldn’t be that bad and for some reason you wanted to piss Aemond off. What gave him the right to mend in your business so much and make you scared even more? Wasn’t he realizing that the whole concept of marriage was already dreadful enough for you? And then he started that talk about Ser Tyland wanting to hurt you, which made you even more anxious. And what was he point? You were in no position to disagree with your parents. If their wish was for you to marry Tyland Lannister, you had to obey.
But when you spotted your almost betrothed by the table and waiting for you, you felt sick in your stomach. That man could be your father and you didn’t know anything about him. Past few years you were seeing him almost daily since he was a part of the council but you had never talked to each other.
“Lady (Y/N),” he smiled widely, almost too widely, and stood up to kiss your hand before pulling out a chair for you. The maid stood by the tree nearby but far enough to avoid interrupting you.
“Ser Tyland,” you bowed your head. “I’m so pleased to finally speak with you after so many years spent together at the same castle.”
“Yes, I have to admit I have never paid any attention to you before, my Lady, until I received a raven from your father,” he graced you with yet another fake smile and you smiled back although you found his words to be kind of offensive. “However, I’ve heard that your sister was a lady of remarkable beauty,” he added and you got the sudden urge to punch him in the face.
“Is beauty all that matters, my Lord?” you asked him and raised an eyebrow.
“I think it’s a crucial factor for a woman. I mean, no offense, what else can a lady provide her lord husband with?” he asked without any hint of shame in his voice even. He really thought that his statement was only natural.
“I see. It means I do not meet your expectations then?” you faked another smile at him.
“Oh, no, no, I didn’t say that. I’ve met many ladies and you’re certainly not the most beautiful one in Westeros but you’re not the worst to look at either, my Lady,” he winked at you.
He fucking winked at you like it had been a compliment.
“Why is beauty so important?” you played dumb. “I could never comprehend that.”
“Oh, sweet thing, of course you couldn’t comprehend but I think it’s about the natural urge of reproduction. I mean, we want our sons to be handsome and daughters to be beautiful,” he laughed and you clenched your jaw.
“In order to achieve that, a father shall have a handsome face as well,” the familiar voice interrupted you two suddenly.
You turned around in a shock and spotted Prince Aemond standing behind you. His gaze was burning with rage and set on Ser Tyland.
You kind of hated him for that interruption but also kind of loved him for it.
“My Prince…?” Tyland stood up to bow his head. “I didn’t expect you here…”
“My mother sent me to watch over this meeting. I’m sorry I’m late,” Aemond lied and nonchalantly took another seat by the table before looking at the maid. “You may go now,” he told her as she bowed her head and left you all.
“Now you’ve made it even more inappropriate, my Prince. To leave a lady alone with two men,” Ser Tyland pointed out jokingly.
“Well, I do not have bad intentions. Do you?” Aemond stared at him in a way that was making you feel uncomfortable and you weren’t even the target.
“My intention is to find out more about the woman who might become my lady wife,” Tyland’s facial expression changed to a very serious one.
“Go on then. I will not interrupt,” Aemond smirked and leaned back on his chair.
“Right… What was I saying…?” Tyland tried to remember the previous subject of the conversation.
“You were telling Lady (Y/N) that you want handsome sons and beautiful daughters that you are afraid she might not provide you with,” Prince Aemond reminded him viciously and you hissed at him with your eyes widened.
You knew that if this meeting was ruined and Ser Tylan would end up resenting you, your parents would put the whole blame on you.
“I think there was a misunderstanding. I did not mean that at all,” Ser Tyland protested.
“I know, my Lord,” you extended your hand to squeeze his wrist although you hated yourself for doing this but you knew you couldn’t allow him to get angry at you. “I know your intentions were good and your concern about the future is very admirable,” you fed him with sweet lies.
You hoped that Aemond would see you actually liked Ser Tyland and he would leave you both alone but for some reason seeing you touching Tyland’s wrist had only enraged him even more.
“Oh, my Lady, is it a concern or is it Ser Tyland testing the waters? After all, he is a master of ships,” Aemond sneered.
“What are those accusations, my Prince?!” Tyland Lannister stood up angrily and so did Aemond, from the opposite side of the table.
You swallowed thickly and stood up as well to put your hands on both of their chests to calm them down.
“Please, my Lords, I beg of you,” you whispered. “Prince Aemond, I see no reason for your behavior,” you laid your pleading eyes on him and he looked back at you; his gaze suddenly softened as he raised one of his hands to hold yours and to keep it on his chest in a gentle grasp. It was an odd thing to do but even odder was the fact how good it felt to you.
It was like the world had stopped for the both of you for a moment and Ser Tyland had to notice that as well because he was sick of it. He took a step back and breathed heavily.
“I do not know what is happening here and I do not wish to know, however I wish your father wouldn’t waste my time anymore asking for any further meetings with you, my Lady,” he clenched his fists angrily. “You are still – despite your old age I was mercifully going to ignore – immature and taking part in the childish games. That makes you no wife material for any respectable lord and, with all respect, you are not even half as beautiful as your late sister as well. Excuse me,” he bowed his head down in a haste before hurrying out of the gardens furiously.
“I will duel with him and make him beg for your forgiveness on his knees, my Lady,” Aemond exclaimed and you froze for a moment before taking a step back away from him and taking your hand away from his grasp.
“What have you done?!” you decided to ditch all the officialities and burst into tears. Your reaction clearly surprised him. “Oh, why have you ruined it?! Why?!” you sat down on the chair you had been occupying before and hid your wet face in your hands.
“I do not understand, my Lady. He was awful.”
“But he was the one my parents chose for me!” you looked up at him. “And now my parents will be mad at me for ruining my opportunity for marriage! How can you call yourself my friend and then cause me so much pain and trouble?!” you sobbed as he stood there and stared at you without any reaction at all. “You didn’t even think of the consequences, did you? It’s so easy for men not to think of the consequences but us ladies, we have to constantly. This is the world you men have created for us, the reality of every woman, and the least you could do would be respecting it but no, of course not, it would be too much to ask for!” your tears of fear and distress turned into tears of anger as you stood up loudly from the table. “You have acted like a spoiled bratty Prince, so unlike the boy I have once befriended!” you hissed.
“I am not a child anymore!” his scream made you flinch and he grabbed your wrist before pulling you closer to his chest. “I am not a child,” he repeated, this time calmly and almost desperately.
“What… What are you doing?” you sniffled your tears back and tried to get away from him but he kept you firmly by his side before leaning in and joining your lips together in a surprisingly sweet and delicate kiss.
At first you stood there petrified but then you felt it forming inside of you; fire. It was like warm honey spreading from your lips all over your body. It was a feeling so good and so cozy that it appeared to be almost unreal. You gave in and opened your mouth, which only intensified the kiss shared between you two.
After all, was there anything sweeter than falling for your childhood friend? The one who had been with you through all those times, remaining by your side through the difficulties and troubles of life? You were his friend when no one else was and he was yours, listening to your silly girls’ gossip during your walks in the garden when he could had been spending that time with his brother and cousins instead. And how sweet was the fact that his innocent childhood crush hadn’t gone away but bloomed instead into something more serious…?
“After you had left the chamber, I spoke to my mother,” he whispered after breaking the kiss. “She agreed for us to be wed but only if you wanted it. She asked me to give you a choice but hearing the words leaving this man’s mouth, I knew immediately that it was never a choice. He could never be a choice for a sweet lady like you,” Aemond confessed and your eyes widened.
“Your mother would approve of us being married?” you asked, surprised.
“In fact, it would make her happy. You are like a daughter to her already,” Aemond caressed your cheeks as he cupped your face. “I've wanted to marry you since I was nine.”
You could feel your cheeks burning at his words. For some reason it made your insides twist all around as your stomach got all tingly. Were those the infamous butterflies? Probably.
Because what else could you feel after learning that you had been loved for such a long time by the same man? At first, innocently and childishly and now, so devotedly and passionately. You could see it all in the way he was looking at you; the hint of desperation, the dose of hunger and the overwhelming affection.
“Am I a man you wish to marry?” he asked to make sure. “Or am I still a child in your eyes? What can I do to prove myself to you, my Lady?”
“I think you’ve proved yourself enough, my Prince,” you whispered and gently put your hands around his wrists. “Marrying you would bring me the greatest joy,” you smiled widely and so did he before pulling you in for yet another kiss.
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wearepurplejackets · 1 month
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Little recap of episode 4 of season 4 of Wakfu
Look at this!!
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You saw this beautiful smile???? This smile can stop babies from crying (and Nora). This smile can revive a puppy.
You saw it???
Well, I hope you did because I think we'll not see it in a really loooooooong time~ (maybe 9... Or 10 episodes.) The storm is coming... violently with a bat.
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(BEHOLD SPOILERS OF EP 4 OF SEASON 4 OF WAKFU)
I remember Tot said season 4 was gonna be sad a f*ck and that Yugo will have to pass some kind of "hard trial" (AGAIN) in this season because this kid will never have a good rest. Not even a breath. Stop. Give this little boy some holidays c'mon, the lord is always testing our little angel to the limit. (And by lord I mean Ankama I'm looking at you...)
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So it's very likely that Yugo will start to suffer even more in the next episode. And of course, in the entire season :))))))) Let this boy have something, someone precious by his side more than an instant and stop take it from him in the next second, I beg you. (He just found his family... And... Qilby I guess. And Adamai just abandoned him already to investigate by his own way...)
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Just seeing how the kings and queens of every nation were so disrespectful in front of him and just called his mother a monster and made her cry, well. (I want to riot! When Joris said they were "quite tense" he fell short.)
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Okay, yes, I understand the eyes in the sky~ are pretty creepy and of course I don't trust her either, at least, like this is so suspicious for sure, no one was born yesterday even when she is trying to be so kind and helpful monitoring the entire planet (yeessss mom, way too much).
But, c'mon, this is a goddess as tall as... I don't know, as much as she wants, girl she is made of f*cking magic. If she wanted she could erase you from existence. She didn't have to give a f*ck about anyone and HERE WE ARE~
The best thing you can do is looking for a fight with her in the moment you meet her with no hesitasion? Do you want to die that much? Do you know about survival? Did you skip that class maybe? (I'm going for a tea BECAUSE-)
It was so necessary to (be a little racist dear rich people and) insult the giant blue mother of your hero in his f*cking face and the people who are at least trying to do your job (which any of you losers did well, like ever, btw. When Sadida kingdom was about to be destroyed by the chaos of Ogrest what did you do?? Eh, where were you???)
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Jobs like protecting and saving your citizens from, nothing, being robbed and I don't know: imminent death??? I mean, really? Was that all you thought about in this situation? Being a d*ck was your best choice.
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These same guys here were talking about stolen freedom?? What freedom? The brotherhood of Tofu had to save your asses for like 3 season. 3 ovas and dozens of comics. The same people who criticize others actions but never assist and reunite when they are needed, Cause I don't know Rick, it seems a little fake....
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Yugo just met his mom and his sis and he already has the world of 12 hating them... Like wow, the rulers are all going to die in the hands of that kind of white demon/zombies of TLOU/soul suckers or whatever they are. And I really don't give a f*ck for any of them, ladies and gentlemen. Only the crowns are going to remain. (Down with the monarchy.)
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Weeeeeeeell.
You know what? I don't care what Yugo will do from this point. Nop, not a bit. But I'm with him to the end of everything. I will support you honey, I will defend you no matter what. I mean, I'll be totally okay if he decides to save the world for the third f*cking time and I also will be okay if in the end he prefers to let all these motherf*ckers die in an instant with no mercy and no regre-
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And it could even happen that Yugo loses someone important in season 4... (The same way I will lose my mind.) Hope that never happens, I just swear to god-
Anyway, Yugo fans, unite and brace yourselves.
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i am 24, from chicago and i have a crush on youuuu
You are very sweet to tell me and this is my opportunity to talk about how healthy internet personalities or "celebrity" crushes are to young lesbians finding thier own sexuality in a world that mostly assumes people straight (becuase statisically that is objectively true).
I still, to this day, remember, as a teen and young woman having a crush on Christy McNichol, Nancy McKeon (or more particularly her character Jo), and Tatum O Neal. There were older women like Markie Post and Erin Gray who I crushed on. "Ooo older women, they are so steady and have their shit together .. and HOT". I actually knew very little about them off screen. My Teen magazines were featuring TEEN stars, for good reason.
But I still crushed on them and watching thier sitcoms. Most of these women were straight but that was not really important. What was important was they were not really real. I could build them to be how I want to be in my mind using the superficial things I could see about them or learn from little interviews etc.
The internet has changed that dynamic slightly. I am accessible. Reachable. A real person. I wonder if someday media experts will refer to"CowboyJen" as a character I created. They would be wrong but I would understand the thought process. There are aspects of my life I don't share. No one wants to see me ass dragging at 10 pm after a 15 hour shift sitting on my bed trying to untie my shoes before I fall asleep or cleaning my bathroom . My life is entwined with others and I protect their privacy unless they agree to participate.
I do answer DM's. I do respond to comments. I am not simply a character on a small screen that does not interact with the audience. That is a shift in the "celebrity" paradigm. And it can make crushes seem much more real.
What I want to address is that crushes and fantasizing about other women IS NORMAL and healthy and a tool to help us figure what we like, learn to enjoy our sexuality. I remember feeling shame for thinking about these women because it was "dirty" and "creepy". In reality it was no such thing. It is just a normal part of being human, to seek out a safe outlet for fantasy, day dreaming and forming our dislikes and likes in our own head and heart so we can translate that to our real dating/love life.
Crushes don't stop at the teens or 20's. I would argue most adults experience crushes as well and it is just another tool in our humanity that we use to navigate the world we live in.
The largest difference is my generation's crushes were relatively unreachable. Fan mail was mostly answered by an employee or a hired service. Any contact in real life with back stage passes or "meet and greets" were heavily controlled and monitored for safety and to protect the image of the celebrity. And also to often to prevent the musician or actor from over stepping his/her bounds too.
Now many smaller scale recognizable people are accessible in real life. We live and work in our communities. I didn't create a character I just share my life and my reality because I think it can truly give other lesbians and women hope that we are not destined to life of stereotypes because we are butch, or lesbian, or bi or female or not rich or any number of things that get false expectations attached to it.
I guess what I am saying is your crush is healthy and normal and I would never shame anyone for having such feelings towards me. It is also my duty as a role model to not breech appropriate boundaries and I take that job very seriously. The fact is I travel to Chicago on occasion and I am out and about in the real world so the chances of me meeting followers like you and and others is highly likely at some point. I love meeting people and often to respond to and meet followers, who become my friends, in person. We are all people and I am dead serious about forming intergenerational lesbian connections in real life.
Your crush is your safe place to explore emotions and attractions so enjoy.
Side note: I don't not consider myself a "celebrity" LOL I am using that word in the broad sense as meaning a recognizable person outside of my in-person friends and community.
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the-beast-tamer · 8 days
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2024 Villain's Festival - Team Villain's Story ♛
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Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.
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The condition for receiving the entire bonus from Her Majesty, is to steal Kate’s heart.
When the battle begins, three shadows with villainous expressions appear in Crown Castle.
Alfons: Such rowdy party. Let’s enjoy it to the fullest!
Roger: If I collect the full bonus, I can use it toward research and alcohol expenses. I’ll have to go all in.
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Alfons & Roger: Ah! 
Alfons: Oh, Roger. What a coincidence to run into you here, please move aside.
Roger: I've got business up ahead, too. You get out of my way.
Jude: Don’t block the way. Your both huge and your in the way.
Jude: Oh?
Jude: What do ya guys have there? 
Roger: A sack.
Alfons: Does it look like anything other than a rope?
Jude: So, you'll bag her, tie her up and kidnap her....
Alfons & Roger: Please don't ask if you already know.
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Alfons: You're so evil, Jude, to immediately notice what we're trying to do, aren't you?
Jude: Thanks.
Alfons: This game is about capturing Kate’s heart.
Alfons: In short, the winner is the one who takes the necklace that Kate has!
Alfons: In that case, any means are fine.
Jude: These guys are bastards.
Roger: I think you were the one who was going to kidnap Kate, weren't you?
Jude: You'll know it when you see it.
Roger: That's surprising. I thought you'd just say it's rubbish and not get involved.
Jude: You know the rules, you just take the woman’s necklace and the money rolls in.
Jude: It's rags to riches business in terms of cost-effectiveness.
Roger: You're pretty much a bastard yourself. Well, I guess fighting the good fight doesn't suit us.
Alfons: Let's fight fair and square until there's only one left standing!
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Alfons: That's what I was thinking until just now, but when I thought about it, aren’t we at a disadvantage?
Roger & Jude: Disadvantage?
Alfons: Each of us cursed ones has our own special abilities….
Alfons: Isn’t our self-righteous king William, a bit of a cheat?
Roger: The "do as I say" is definitely a cheat.
Roger: If he uses that, it's game over in an instant.
Jude: It's hard to tell what he’s thinking. It’s really creepy.
Alfons: Therefore. The clever Alphonse came up with an idea.
Alfons: Why don't the three of us join forces?
Alfons: It's what we call a joint front.
Roger: Certainly, the three of us working together would be more efficient than working alone.
Roger: Fine, I'm in.
Alfons: You are indeed an efficiency-oriented muscle man. How about you, Jude?
Jude: Yeah. I'm in. “While we're on the same side.”
Roger: Wow, I'm surprised you agreed so readily. I wonder what's going through your mind.
Jude: How dare the treacherous cursed man put himself on a pedestal.
Alfons: Yes, yes, now that we have formed a joint front, let's get along.
Alfons: So, the most wicked team is now complete.
Alfons: Let's go and kidnap Kate quickly!
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Harrison: Kate, you are being targeted from all sides.
Harrison: But we'll protect you.
Liam: Yeah, all we want to see is your  smile, Kate.
Ellis: Kate, leave it to us.
Kate: Thank you, Harrison, Liam and Ellis. 
Kate: Behind you!
Harrison: When did you guys!
Alfons: “Kate, is invisible to you.”
Harrison: …….
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Jude: Ellis, you're not getting enough sleep. Why don’t you sleep a little. 
Liam: Jude….ah.
Liam: Harry, Ellis! Damn it, disappear.
Roger: Liam. Your abilities are not the best match for mine. 
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Roger: Even when you disappear, my ears are still picking up your heartbeat. …..Right here?
Liam: Oh! 
Jude: You should sleep too.
Roger: Ok, everyone’s sound asleep like good boys.
Alfons: Normally, we don't get along well with each other, but when it comes to deviousness, we are united, which is a strange thing.
Roger: Because bad people can understand how bad people think.
Jude: If we have time for idle chit-chat,  then let’s get out of here before the nobles launch a surprise attack.
Alfons: Yes, yes. Well, Kate, please let us kidnap you.
Kate: What? Oh, hey! 
Jude: You'd be smarter to stay quiet, princess.
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Jude: I hope you locked the door properly.
Alfons: Yes, of course.
Alfons: This is the perfect guest room. Whatever happens here, only the four of us will know the truth.
Alfons: A secret only for us. Hehe, I'm so excited, Kate.
Roger: Sorry to tie you to the chair, missy. It would have been troublesome if you'd escaped again.
Kate: So the three of you formed a joint front.
Kate: But still, of all people, these three?
Alfons: What do you mean?
Kate: No, nothing. 
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Roger: You're trying to say that three people without a shred of conscience got together.
Alfons: I'm honored that you appreciate my reputation for lack of conscience.
Alfons: Now, as planned, Kate belongs to one of the three of us.
Alfons: Let's start the finals here.
Jude: Oh?
Jude: Why are you trying to touch the nape of someone's neck, you talking piece of shit?
Alfons: Jude, you're the one who tried to poke me in the forehead with your finger.
Roger: I thought it was funny how easily you agreed to a joint front.
Roger: Your plan is to make it look like a joint front so that you could outflank us at the end, right?
Jude: It's a matter of course. It is a basic business practice to decide whether to use or not to use a contract based on who you are signing it with.
Jude: That fighting pose is proof of that. You traitorous quack.
Alfons: The lowest! Are you planning on hitting us even though you are a former doctor?
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Roger: Don't make false accusations. I just thought I'd let you guys have a good night's sleep, since you usually don't get enough.
Jude: I’ll put you to sleep. I’ll comeback and bury you accidentally in a graveyard. 
Kate: This is a picture-perfect clash of friends! 
Alfons: Oh dear, the joint front is destroyed. It's no wonder it's come to this.
Alfons: Let's play it out in a no-holds-barred match.
Roger: That’s great, I won't complain even if I lose.
Jude: If there’s any mouth left to complain about it, sure.
Kate: STOOOOP!
Roger: What's the matter, missy? You’re being loud. 
Kate: As you can imagine, we can't afford to a situation where any of the crown is missing!
Kate: Violence. No. Absolutely not. Anyone who touches me will be considered disqualified and will not be given the necklace!
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Jude: Wow, you've become quite the big talker haven’t you?
Jude: Isn't it okay if I take it away by force, princess?
Kate: If you try to take it away from me, I will run away as fast as I can, even if I have to drag a chair with me!
Jude: Ha, she's still as stubborn and obnoxious as ever.
Alfons: Kate has a point. If we were to die accidentally, it would be a national disaster.
Roger: But then, how do you settle the matter?
Roger: Kate, any good ideas?
Kate: Oh, I've decided! Just now!
Kate: The "best and kindest" of the three will receive this necklace.
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Alfons & Roger: - The best.
Jude: That's a lukewarm criterion, isn't it? It's the kind of thing you would think of as a child.
Kate: If I don't give it to someone nice, that's when I’ll get in trouble again, right?
Kate: I think it's a good idea and a peaceful solution.
Alfons: That's a very Kate-esque, typical suggestion...shall we try it?
Alfons: Kate, Kate, you must be cramped tied to that chair. 
Alfons: I'll let you go. Here you go.
Kate: Oh, thank you very much, Alfons!
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Alfons: I'm a gentleman, kind, and handsome, a national treasure, right?
Roger: Hey, back off, you frivolous man. I guess I'm the one who's kind.
Roger: Kate, there's no one as sweet and loving on you as I am, right? Leave it to me.
Jude: There's no way this masochistic pervert would be satisfied with you just being nice.
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Jude: I'll be nice to you after I torture you a lot. You like this kind of thing, don't you?
Alfons: I don't think Jude is being nice. He is a villain, this president.
Alfons: I actually saw it…. the other day.
Alfons: Jude threw the fatty part of his steak onto Ellis' plate!
Jude: What's wrong with sharing something you don't like with others? I'm just giving them a hand out. 
Roger: It's not nice to force something you don't like on people, is it, Jude?
Jude: How dare you put yourself in someone else's shoes?
Jude: The other day you guys worked together to put Elbert to sleep with a drug that you don't understand, right?
Alfons: There are various things that I would like to clear up without Elle knowing about it, so I have no choice.
Roger: I just want to be able to experiment with new drugs.
Alfons: It's just that my interests coincided with these muscular glasses.
Roger: That’s right.
Jude: All of them are a bunch of bastards.
Alfons: Oh…
Jude: Yeah?
Alfons: Where is Kate going?
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Jude & Roger: ………
Roger: When did you do this, missy?
Jude: How fast are you running away?
Alfons: Aha! 
Alfons: Disappointing. Now the game is back to square one.
Roger: Haha, that's good. It's more fun when you don't know what the game is. Hey, Jude?
Jude: Stupid.
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WIBTA if I asked a coworker who works in a different department to leave my partner's family alone. I work at the same place as my partner's cousin's ex fiancee. He is the definition of creepy. To get one reason why I think he's creepy let me tell you that my partner's cousin is either 22 or 23. He's 34 or 35. There is a 12 year age difference, and they got together when she was around 18. The family thought it was okay because, "She has been in worse relationships before." And he's autistic, so a few family members say that he's mentally her age anyways. Which is ablest, I know. But, they broke up before Thanksgiving Dinner due to him telling her to not talk to him for weeks. (But he can text her, she's not allowed to text him. It was very confusing.) And he thought he could show up to dinner unannounced after telling her to not talk to him back. She tossed him out to walk home alone. Before they broke up though, he had a habit of cheating on her with mainly coworkers. He told her that she wasn't enough for him. And blamed her for his cheating whenever she went out with friends or family. That's another reason why I think he's creepy. He's also creepy for explicitly talking about the sexual activities he has done with her around family. Piss, feet, only fans, threesomes, everything. Everyone knows what they did because he doesn't keep it to himself. I also think I'm letting my emotions get the best of me, because he also doesn't keep his mouth shut over how he finds my partner attractive. And making requests for my partner to dress up as sexy characters like Rogue the Bat from Sonic. My partner, who is 21. Younger than their cousin. The person he has known when they were a minor. He also at one point dragged me into their relationship drama by accusing her of using to me and my partner to stalk him at work. (To be honest though, she had a habit of stalking him at work to catch him cheating. To the point where a cop was called to stop her, she got dropped off at a mental health place because she spat at the cop. I sort of understand why he accused me of that. But it still pisses me off that he would drag me into this while barely knowing me at the time. All of that because I asked for my partner to come get me ibuprofen on my lunch, and he happened to cross paths with us at work.) Anyways, point aside. He keeps trying to talk to the cousin, and she keeps flip flopping between rationally knowing that she shouldn't and saying that she deserves him. Even though within a month of breaking up, he asked out 5 COWORKERS to dinner. He is actively treating her like a side piece. But it's obvious she's gonna try getting back with him the moment he can't get anyone to sleep with him. I don't want him in her life again and by proxy my partner's. My partner is scared of him, and I feel protective. Would I be the asshole to tell him to please make up his mind and stay out of the cousin's life. I feel like it would be unprofessional to bring up family drama into work. He has a higher position than I do, and is friends with my bosses. I could risk my first job. But I hate how scared he makes partner.
What are these acronyms?
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brainrot-goes-brrrrrr · 4 months
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More Random SBG headcanons
Taylor loves any form of photo opportunity, but her favorite would be photo booths. If she sees one she will drag anyone, mainly Tyler, into one to take pictures. She has an album somewhere full of these photos, and the first photo in the book is of her, Tyler, her mom, and her dad when they were little at an aquarium.
Aiden is great at video games. Since he was left home alone often, he probably turned to video games for entertainment. Considering Aiden’s tendency to seek out thrills, he would probably turn to horror or timed games.
It is 2016 I’m allowed to say this, Aiden was a FNAF kid, and I feel like the twins might have been as well. Taylor watched a lot of playthroughs as a kid and got Tyler into it so they would watch it together. Tyler was freaked out by it and refused to watch it in full screen, he probably went to the comments to look for a jump scare list. Aiden is a lore freak, if given an opportunity he would give a several-hour-long spiel about the entire timeline.
Firm believer that Logan’s glasses have Coke bottle lenses. This is probably not true, I just think it would be funny if his lenses went out of the frames.
Baron is terrified of Tyler. Not in the way that Tyler would beat him in a fight, but because the baseball coach would be fond of him. Tyler already puts a lot of his effort toward his sport, so he probably has a closer relationship with the coach than the other players. So if Tyler were to tell the coach the shit this guy does, I feel like he could do some damage to Barron. The only reason Tyler hasn’t told the coach about everything that Barron has done is because Barron is a valuable player for him. After all, if the team looks good, then he’ll look good for scholarships.
Ashlyn gets cold pretty easily. In the winter she has to look like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man so she can be somewhat comfortable. I thought that the it was called the State-Puff Marshmallow Man my life is a lie
Ashlyn is also pretty muscular because she does ballet— lean muscle. Ballet requires so much control and strength to pull off, so it would only make sense. Have you seen how buff ballerinas are?
Both Aiden and Taylor were scary movie and scary game fans. Aiden loves the thrill of the stories, and Taylor loves creepy/eerie things as we saw with her enthusiasm in a haunted tour of the Sorrel Weed House. When they hang out, they either watch a recent horror movie that came out or a new game that Aiden had gotten.
Ben, Logan, and Tyler, however, can not handle horror and they get jumpy around it. Ben and Logan openly express that they don’t care for the genre, but Tyler just kind of avoids it/does not want to admit he is scared by it. If they have to watch a horror movie, Logan will be curled up in a blanket near Ashlyn covering his eyes to avoid the jump scares(he fails miserably), and Ben is huddled up around Taylor and Aiden because their presence comforts him. Tyler is either sitting somewhat apart from the group or on the other side of Ashlyn trying to act tough, he is failing miserably, resulting in Aiden, Taylor, and Ashlyn teasing him.
Mike and Emma treat all of the kids as if they were their own. At first, I think they were mainly fond of them because they were Ashlyn’s first and only friends as well as them always being at their house. I think it also has something to do with the fact that they spent at least a month teaching them self-defense to protect themselves and each other. Finding out about everyone’s situation, I think they just want to protect them.
Speaking of the previous headcanon, Tyler sees Mike as a father figure, and it kind of just eats at him/leaves him with some conflicting feelings. He is a bit envious of Ashlyn for having such caring parents, and it comes with a bit of guilt when he looks at her for a while. I think Mike realizes this and tries to be there for him. I don’t think it is the same for Taylor because Tyler stepped up to that role, similar to the relationship between Katara and Sokka in Avatar the Last Airbender.
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a-really-big-cat · 11 months
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I think the biggest criticism I see regarding Oshi no Ko from people who were persuaded to read/watch it is that they find the reincarnation element either creepy, or unnecessary, or both.
Part of it is probably a cultural gap. y'know, "weeb ass shit" at work. Idol fandoms on principle are seen as weird by many Westerners so the way Goro/Aqua and Sarina/Ruby view Ai turns them off (especially when it's brought up how Aqua is uncomfortable with the thought of breastfeeding but Ruby goes right for it)
But also the reincarnation actually isn't "unnecessary" at all; it does have a big impact on the characters and how their trauma manifests. Goro/Aqua comes into his new life already bearing the attitude of responsibility from working as an adult. His approach to being an idol fan is also that sees it as his duty to support his oshi no matter what she chooses to do; hence why he's innately supportive of her wish to both be an idol and a mother. He is born with an intrinsic attitude of responsibility and an ambition of supporting Ai's goals. Later in the manga, Aqua has a personal crisis between the old Goro personality, who sees himself still as a grown man who has to protect a young idol, his younger self, who sees Ai as a mother and dedicated his life to avenging her, and the young man that he is now, who just wants to live and develop as his own person, with his own goals, relationships and happiness. Likewise, Ruby's initial goal as an idol was to become famous enough that Goro-sensei would notice her and become her fan. When she learns that Goro has been dead for a decade or more and that the man who killed him was connected to the man who killed AI, she changes her goal to avenging Goro's death.
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mata-aetara-if · 1 year
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[ DEMO (TBA) ] - [ PINTEREST (TBA) ] - [ PLAYLIST (TBA) ]
🍃 This is the dev blog for my interactive fiction set in the Naruto universe titled Mata Aetara ~!
🍃 Sorry there’s not much here at the moment as the story being written is still SUPER early in development ~!  Please keep in mind I’m new to writing and creating an if so it will take a while for things to come out, and I’m doing this for fun so I don’t want to rush or put any pressure on myself. If you’re still interested in following my progress thank u so much I appreciate it 🥰
🍃 My main blog I will follow/like from: @sweetchaosyk
🍃 My interactive fiction side blog I'm most active on: @stephschoices
Summary & Features:
Slice of life, but make it Naruto. It's been 4 years since The Nine Tailed Fox wreaked havoc on your village, and things have, for the most part returned to normal. You start off playing as a genin who graduated from the academy about a year ago. Your team, and your friends teams have only been taking on the lowest level missions, but it's about time to start taking higher ranking ones! How will you maneuver life in The Hidden Leaf Village?
Choices you can make:
name
gender, pronouns, & sexuality
hair style, texture, & color
eye color
skin color & details
height
you are the medical-ninja of your team, choose to master it or learn various jutsus
chakra nature
summoning animal (options)
small weapon (options not decided yet)
dads restaurant type (options not decided yet)
RO info & tags below ⬇️
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Asahi Uchiha ( x )
he/him
One of your teammates, a member of team 3
From the Hidden Leaf Village
One of your childhood best friends, and the most talented shinobi in your class. With how humble he is you could almost say it happened accidentally though. Prefers only having a few close friends and would go to the end of the Earth for them
Niko Sarutobi ( x )
they/them
One of your teammates, a member of team 3
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Your other childhood best friend! The opposite of Asahi and will make friends wherever they go! Will always put you and Asahi first though! Is also very flexible
Shikako Nara ( x )
she/her
A member of team 5
From the Hidden Leaf Village
A shy girl from the Nara clan. Tends to think her jutsu is never good enough, but her teammates are always there to reassure her!
Inoru Yamanaka ( x )
he/him
A member of team 5
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Not a fan of Asahi, as he thinks he was the best shinobi in your class (he wasn't). Despite that, he is very talented so he has a right to be confident. As he gets older, his confidence and charisma continue to grow
Rona Inuzuka ( x )
she/her
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Her clan members can be a little chaotic, so she likes to be the responsible one wherever she goes. Safe to say she's the mom friend of your group
Jun Hyuga ( x )
he/him
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Jun is from the side branch of the Hyuga clan and tends to be quiet and reserved. He is usually uninterested in the antics you and your friends get into
Might Chai ( x )
she/her
A member of team 13
From the Hidden Leaf Village
Chai can perform minimum ninjutsu and prefers taijutsu, just like her father and older brother. She doesn't let that get her down though! She'll do everything possible to show she's a capable kunoichi just like everyone else!
Mokoto Aburame
they/them
A member of team 9
From the Hidden Leaf Village
As long as you don't squish any bugs around them, you'll get along great. Most people call Mokoto creepy, but it's just because they dress in dark colors, don't talk much, and of course, the bugs.
Ryoku
he/him
A member of the sand team
From the Hidden Sand Village
A member of the Kazekages clan, Ryoku was born with their ability to control sand with their chakra. He has a serious personality and will protect his village with his life.
Kougetsu Hozuki ( x )
they/them
A member of the mist team
From the Hidden Mist Village
Kougetsu is an adventurous and unpredictable ninja from the very dangerous Hidden Mist Village. You never know what their next move will be. They like to keep you on your toes.
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Important tags to know:
🍃 "ch: [name]" : any info, answered asks, or aesthetics related to the charater
🍃 "ch: [team name/number]" : any info, answered asks, or aesthetics related to the team of characters
🍃 "ro asks" : any reaction / scenario asks answered about the ros
🍃 ".txt" : general text posts about Mata Aetara
🍃 "info" : information regarding Mata Aetara
🍃 "aesthetic" : and posts that give me inspiration about Mata Aetara
🍃 "q" : queued posts
🍃 "my art" : art / edits I've made for Mata Aetara
🍃 "mcs" : any mc art or edits
🍃 "picrew" : any picrews I do of the characters
🍃 "fanart" : any art of the characters
🍃 "irl inspo" : any irl people or places inspo of the characters
🍃 "character design" : official designs of the characters
🍃 "memes" : blank memes i filled out with the characters
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bokutosbiceps · 10 months
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Who do you think out of the Kengan cast are girl dads? Give your personal takes😝
okay okay okay okay. here are my personal takes + honestly they’re right so these are, in fact, law. i also included some kengan omega characters 😉
ps. the dudes that i left out, i believe, would not be a good father/i can't see them as a father or they would likely be closer to their son(s). for example, i can't really see gaolang as a father. he's a daddy, sure, + would be a top tier husband, but as a father i think he'd be super traditional + distant from his kids. raian, on the other hand, would likely see his kids only as "weapons" in the sense he wants to make them strong, but he'd also be closer w a son if he had a kid.
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tokita ohma is a girl dad. he’d be anything his daughter wants him to be + he loves her to absolute death. he’d kill for her. he’ll raise her to be the biggest girl boss in the world + he’s incredibly proud of her, no matter what she decides to do. he’s not really great at the advice + wisdom part, but he’s very comforting + supportive. 
narushima koga is a girl dad. he’s so afraid, though. he’s so afraid he’ll mess his daughter up or teach her the wrong things but his daughter loooooves him. he seriously can’t get away, not that he would want to though. they’re best friends + he adores her. would kill + die for her. also, her biggest hype man.
hatsumi sen is a girl dad. he knows how bad men can be + is suuuper protective of his little girl. he’s basically like her shadow, but not in a creepy way. if anyone messes with his daughter, they’re fucking dead. he’s also at the mercy of absolutely anything she wants. he spoils the absolute fuck outta her.
himuro ryo is a girl dad. he’s a girl dad in the way that he doesn’t really see the point of separation of the sexes + he believes that anything a guy can do, a girl can do just as well or even better. he will instill this confidence in his daughter + watch her take over the world. he’s her number one fan 🥺
jose kanzaki is a girl dad. kiind of like sekibayashi but to a much less degree. he’s the kinda girl dad that lets his daughter do absolutely whatever she wants + will back her 100%, especially if what she wants to do is in a male dominated field. he’s gonna help her bring down tHE FUCKING PATRIARCHY. 
KANOH AGITO IS A GIRL DAD. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER HIS DAUGHTER WANTS HIM TO BE HE WILL TO THE ABSOLUTE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. FIND THIS MAN GIVING HIS DAUGHTER PIGGY BACK RIDES, SHOULDER RIDES, ETC ALL DAY EVERY DAY. HE WANTS TO LEARN HOW TO DO HER HAIR SO HE CAN BE USEFUL TO HER. HE WANTS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKES SO THEY CAN TALK EVEN MORE. HE WILL TRY HIS BEST TO GIVE HER ADVICE + HE WANTS TO SEE HER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING SHE PUTS HER MIND TO. ALSO. IF YOU MESS W HER YOU’RE GOING TO BE WIPED FROM EXISTENCE.
lihito is a girl dad. In a similar way to Sen, he knows how men can be + will be super protective of his daughter. BUT he’s kinda awkward around her. he sees are as such a precious little thing + is super scared of fucking it up. he loves her from afar though + is always always always there for her when she needs him.
mokichi robinson is a girl dad. need i say more?
muteba gizenga is a girl dad. he’s his daughter’s best fucking friend. they wreak havoc together. he teaches her everything he knows + is her biggest fucking fan. he’s a Grade A Dad.
SEKIBAYASHI JUN IS A FUCKING GIRL DAD. HE’S OUT HERE BEING THE BEST FRIEND, FATHER, TEACHER, IN THE WORLD. HE IS THE BEST DAD. HE’S SO WISE + SO CARING + SO PROTECTIVE. he’s never done a single thing wrong. i want him to be my father actually.
takayama minoru is a girl dad. he’s the sweetest w his daughter + she prefers him over everyone. so gentle + so kind. wow 🥺
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solarrue · 1 year
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Genshin Character In A Relationship With You HC’s
Characters; Ayato, Diluc, Xiao, Ei, Ayaka, Scaramouche, Ningguang and Zhongli^-^
REQUESTS; OPEN!
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Ayato;
He would compliment you all the time, even when you look like you’ve crawled out of a dumpster, but you love him for that.
Ayato buys you a lot of gifts, it could be jewelry, a book, or something he made himself when he had the time to, and that makes your heart flutter every time.
He loves spending quality time with you. He might not have so much free time because of his work, but he tries to spend his time with you as much as he can, and that’s good enough for you.
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Diluc;
Diluc loves to walk with you, whether it be late at night or very early in the morning.
Very protective over you. He doesn’t want you to walk alone at night in case something happens, and if someone talks to you or touches you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, be ready for them to get a real beating.
Loves when you sit beside him when he does some paperwork.
Spoils you to the point where it’s literally too much.
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Xiao;
I expect him to be secretly watching you from a distance, not in a creepy way, but to make sure you’re safe.
Whenever you give him a kiss or hug him, he would kind of get tongue tied, and blush a lot.
Xiao would also get you small gifts which he places on your front door, it’s either flowers which he picked for you, or his favorite dish, or something else. There is always a note attached to the gift.
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Ei;
Just like Diluc, she loves to take walks with you. Her favorite place is through Inazuma City, trying new foods or just taking a stroll with you.
Would try to cook for you, but she always ends up failing and almost burning the whole kitchen down. You still appreciate it anyways.
She loves talking to you, Ei finds your voice very soothing. You two could talk about anything for hours without getting bored.
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Ayaka;
She would send little letters to you everyday, reminding you that she loves you so much.
Ayaka loves to hold your hand, no matter what you are doing she will hold it. She also becomes such a blushing mess when you kiss her, hiding behind her fan because of it.
She performs for you so much, that you know all of her dances by heart now, but you don’t care. You love watching her dance. The way she moves so elegantly really dazzles you.
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Scaramouche;
I feel like Scara would be kind of distant at the start of the relationship, like being very stiff when you hug him, not knowing what to do when you compliment him, that sort of stuff. He does warm up eventually though.
Would literally beat the shit out of anyone who disrespects you, like without a second thought, the person would be half-dead in two seconds.
Somewhat possessive, he doesn’t really get that jealous, because he trusts you enough, but sometimes he does get jealous to the point that he must drag you out of the conversation you were having.
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Ningguang;
Even though she’s a very busy woman, she tries her best to spend time with you whenever she can, but it’s not for too long.
Whenever she has her off days, you two either walk around Liyue Harbor hand in hand, just stay home cuddling in bed or something else. She always allows you to choose.
Spoils you 24/7, even when you say you don’t need so much stuff, she buys you even more, to the point where you have to ask her to stop.
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Zhongli;
Zhongli loves your company, you two could just be sitting in complete silence, reading separately in your books and still enjoy it.
Sitting with him at Third-Round Knockout, drinking some tea and listening to different kinds of stories is one of his favorite things to do with you.
He is a gentleman. Always holding the door for you, asking you about your day, giving you his coat when it’s raining, protecting you from weird ass people you might come across. That sort of stuff.
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l0verboyxoxo1111 · 4 days
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Enchanted by you
“Demise the passion before it kill you”
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Pairing Vox X gn reader X Alastor
Warning smut, long fanfiction, mention of Valentino
Vox pov:
“I think this was the first time I have ever looked at him after we broke our contact, I know he never looked at anyone or ever picked anyone from all over hell to be his own. women were climbing over him from every direction but he never looked at them nor at the men. so who are you? Y/n? And how did you get his attention?
A first look at you without just from hearing the rumors about how gorgeous you are made me realize, what he saw in you. you are spectacular. Not only in terms of the beauty of the speech, hearing your podcast and the creepy singing that you used to deliver on my podcasting app was bursting with fans.
Everything about it was old, but so innovative. but despite everything, I still didn't understand why he chose you? What is still so special about you beyond these things? Alastor is not protecting you, no. Although, of course you didn't need protection. As a strong overlord as yourself.. so strong that rumors has it that you managed to outwit every overlord that crossed your path, impressive. But of course the rumours of your closeness to Alastor also put everyone else off. I took my hands off the screens in my room whose following your steps and, him. I'm getting too obsessed and all this just for Alastor? Couldn’t be,
I groaned from lack of sleep. I have decided it was time to give myself a break and to go away from everything who messed up with my mind at this moment, I got out of the room, seeing Valentino looking at me "Carñio~” he chuckled at me “again locking yourself up in the room and masturbating from anger, when you have the real thing here?~" I looked at him with a despairing look "not the right time Val." He rolled his eyes "as if you have any proper time at all." He lit his Joint. bypassing the smell of smoke all over me "Anyway” he took a puff as he rolled his eyes, “remember you have to present the Vox Tech idea to Carmelia at the club today." He lit the Joint who was starting to lit off.
Fuck fuck fuck. I forgot about it, I was so busy spying on him and his new toy thing, that I didn't remember what my plans were, and I have so much to go through- if I want Carmilla to cooperate with me,
Val and Vel don't know about this little obsession of mine with Alastor and his little mate, at least not for now. I started giggling in despair.. but I'll make it all right, whether it's my crappy hours of sleep between stalking you and trying not to fall behind on my work And fucking work on the materials I need.
I started to get ready, sometimes, if I have to be honest, I hated Valentino's club. everything was so loud and desperate.. with horny demons who hadn't had time to fuck in the last ten hours. That they get an erection of seeing other demons full of HIV shaking their asses
I glanced at Angle Dust who had passed in front of Valentino, Valentino keeping him as a toy for a sudden thrill while I'm on my business away from him. I looked back, and saw Valentino pulling Angle from the collar on his throat, pulling him to his crotch. and sitting him there, against his will.
I rolled my eyes and went towards the bar taking a glass of whiskey, waiting for Carmilla to arrive I sat down on one of the couches near me Carmilla arrived equipped with her dominant behavior, I smiled broadly at her reaching out "Vox" she barely smiled "Carmilla!" It's good to see you" she shook her head "A bit of a strange place to do business isn't it?" She looked sharply at me I grinned "We have an office one floor down, if you'd like a more private place to chat in." She looked to the side examining the place
"We can go over there but soon, I heard that this friend of Alastor's is supposed to appear here today right?" My eyes opened in shock, "What?" She chuckled "You of all people don't know that Alastor has a partner? I expected you to be the first to know, of course it wouldn't have seemed understandable at all that he was dating someone, but it's probably for some sort of exploitation assignment, who knows?” My breathes got heavier, what does that mean? What does all of that mean? Why are YOU coming here? To one of MY places without my knowledge? I wasn’t ready.
I didn’t even knew why- suddenly out of the smoke who filled the entire club I’ve seen a figure. your presence was warping me and choking me at the same time, when the view got brighter I could have seen you more clearly long bunny ears and eyes with an e/c who was pierced though my own eyes, I thought only my world stopped for a second while I looked at you, but that was an ugly lie. Everyone stopped what they have done to stare at you.
Everyone glancing some fearing you some looking in a seductive way at you, some are just appreciating you. And more and more. Even Carmilla has looked at you clearing her throat, I moved my look from you, looking to the side seeing Val getting up, what was he doing for satans sake? My breath got shorter and heavier and i couldn’t even think why? Maybe because it was the first time to see you not though my screen maybe the realization that hit me understanding you are here without Alastor.
And so many other things. Valentino got closer to you saying things I couldn’t ear, I wanted to get closer to check who you are, but like others who were at the club I feared for some reason, did Val knew you? How was he not afraid to get talking with you? Haven’t no one told him you were one of the most strongest overlords?
I shook myself from my overthinking, trying to focus about what Valentino was saying to you. Within seconds you shook his hand, smiling slightly. He got away from you, as I looked at Carmilla who was hypnotized by looking at you, you never went to the overlords meetings, others said you were to busy for that others made other conspiracies, I smiled slightly at Cramilla as I excused myself so before we will continue to talk, I will grab myself another drink,
of course I haven’t planned to only get a drink, once I got up I ran up to Val who was seating following your moves with his eyes, he moved his head to me “Oh Mami have you finished already with Carmilla?” He looked pleased I tagged him by the fur on his neck “WHAT” I breathed harshly “is. Y/n.. doing. in our club?!” He pushed my hands of his furr “Linda Y/n came here to present their new song~” he lit a cigarette as he took a long puff I felt myself almost screaming from the lack of knowledge I was having, he kept talking,
“Anywho , I offered it. I don’t know why are you so pissy- having this bebé~ showing in here tonight is the biggest highlight that have ever happened to this club!” I started to clam myself, maybe you weren’t here to terrorize what i have built. maybe you were only here to show your new song as Val says? Why am I so.. worried? I shook my head of course I would be! You are Alastor’s partner! I can’t think your intentions are good.
I looked at Carmilla who looked around she seemed to get tired with each second who passed by from waiting to me, I can’t stay with stupid Val here. Not for much long, if I want to lose a deal. “Val I swear to god if you ever do shit like that again without letting me know I’m gonna-“ Val rolled his eyes “get back here when you are clam and ready to suck me off Cariño” he chuckled and waved bye to me had he headed back to Angle. I went back to Carmilla “sorry it took me so long, Valentino did some shit I had to fix, anyway sorry for the interruption where were we at?”
We kept our conversation on as I presented her Vox tech telling her more about the new features, I was so focused as suddenly a loud letter and a sound of a microphone was all around us.
The entire club was silent focused on you singing heads turned around as if it was the most interesting thing that have happened I looked at you standing on the stage with a beautiful f/c outfit who made you look like the prettiest demon I have ever seen. My breath stopped for a second as the sound of your voice left your mouth, shivers went down my spine your voice was even more charming in love it drew everyone at the club, hypnotic and beautiful. I couldn’t stop listening to your words
“enchanted by you, everything blurry it’s so cruel”
I followed your lips feeling myself getting lost in them
“how I can mange staying up on both of my legs when you getting away”
the song and the beats mixed with my heart beats the chorus kicked in and took my very last breath.
“Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me? Can you feel me when I’m all over your dreams?”
Within a minutes or two going on the song ended and your presence has disappeared with the shadows and smoke who covered the stage from before, and I felt empty needing to get more of you.”
A/n hey! I hope you like the first chapter, let me know if you would like another chapter! Thank you for reading it! Sorry if there’s typos :)🫶🏻
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leggerefiore · 29 days
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I am in love with your pokehybrid au's
Not exactly a request (I already sent one about pokehybrids and a s/o who reciprocates their courting methods) but I must know more of your thoughts
What pokemon do you headcanon for each character (for any characters you haven't yet covered or characters where you have more possible pokemon you hc for them)
And what behaviours do you believe they exhibit as part of their pokemon nature?
Archie would be a Sharpedo hybrid, obviously. The most unfortunate and obvious behaviour he has is a strong sense of smell for blood. It can prove itself useful as despite the usual nature of Sharpedos, he doesn't like see people or pokemon injured or not as if his mate has certain anatomy, he will freak out thinking they're injured when it's just their period. He also goes catatonic if you flip him on his back.
Giovanni is a character I'm torn on. For legendary au, he's a possible candidate for Mewtwo, which I guess he reflect by being cruel and powerful. But normally, it's hard to pick between Persian and Nidoking. Assuming Nidoking, he certainly has the temper the poison/ground type has, but keeps it controlled to the best of his ability. He also probably has the funny trait of being calmed by a long-term partner (if he can even manage having one).
Cynthia is a Garchomp hybrid, naturally. She can be a bit wild from it – The urge to savagely hunt down prey does always buzz in the back of her mind but she resists – but mostly remains her usual self. She also sometimes has to fight an urge to burrow which is not fun, especially when she has things she needs to do. At least the digging urge comes in handy for excavating at archaeological sites. She is also has the unfortunate dragon trait of being possessive of her mate, but she is careful to monitor it.
Houndoom Cyrus is endlessly tormented by his pack urges and how he unconsciously gets enough food for him and his partner. He also hates the all consuming urge that he should be resting with them when he wants to work. Poor guy ends up cuddling with his partner most nights and hates it (actually, he loves it. He's just frustrated and feels like he's not in control). Also if he ever wags his tail, he wants to simply be consumed by the void (again).
Pyroar Lysandre is the funniest situation imaginable. He seems more unaffected by whatever instincts it draws out. The idea of living in a "pride" is not something he desires at all, but he does have the protective nature granted by his hybrid genetics. Both his partner and Sycamore can attest to him getting terrifyingly aggressive to protect them. This also feeds into his madness about this world being horrible ugly and unsalvageable.
Metagross Steven is a confusing existence. A massive intelligence does not stop one Steven Stone from wanting his rocks. No, rather, it makes it easier for him to know where even more rocks are. His behaviour is barely noticeable, but he does hates to usual urges to pin down things with his limbs. He almost feels like he's a hybrid with a Galvantula or Ariados when that happens. His torment is unending since that does not really mesh with his general personality.
Camerupt Maxie would unfortunately have a similar disposition to his pokemon counterpart. Granted, he stops himself from spewing lava. He would also prefer to live in volcanic crater, but his human needs unfortunately drag him away from that. At least his base has magma in it to remind him of his preferred home. There also is a sense of desiring a pack within in him, which blends quite well with being in with his team.
Zebstrika Elesa ironically does not have tok mant problems with the herd instinct. She likes being with people! She only hates how nervous she gets after being alone for a while. Though, the downside is her temper is unfortunately afflicted with a Zebstrika temperament. At least it makes paparazzi and creepy fans get scared off. There are upsides and downsides to everything she supposes.
Rika would be a Clodsire hybrid and it really does not affect her too much. But, she maybe seems like she enjoys carrying around Poppy more than usual. Perhaps its the urge to tote around Woopers being fulfiled in a different way. Poppy is happy to get a piggy back ride, at least.
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mxdarling · 1 year
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[S/O apprehending someone who's harassed them]
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ೃ⁀➷: summary: Knight's reaction to s/o apprehending someone who harasses them.
ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 806
ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A
ೃ⁀➷: ERA: !!
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[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.
[Warnings:] mentions of fighting, injuries, mentions of harassment, sketchy person doing sketchy things, ooc knights, mentions of violence, mainly fluffy, tsundere behavior (izumi's), mentions of possessiveness, tiny angst, teasing (ritsu's), them being worried about you.
[GN reader]
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Tsukasa Suou;
➮ TSUKASA SUOU is definitely shock, for sure. I mean it's kind of normal that there'd be some weird people trying to get to him since he's an idol and his unit is one of the top three units in the idol industry, but he didn't think you'd actually try and intervene. He doesn't really like you being involved with his idol career, to keep you safe from all the media and fans. People might target you because you know tsukasa very well known in japan, not to mention you're his s/o. He's thankful that you were able to handle the situation on your own but he gets worried about you, y'know? What if something happened and he wasn't there to protect you? What if you were outnumbered? God, all the possibilities that could have happened while you were alone has him struck with fear. Please let him know so he can help you, he really doesn't want you to get hurt.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Leo Tsukinaga;
➮ LEO TSUKINAGA is shock but proud that you were able to fight off that sketchy person on your own. I don't think he's as worried as he is just falling in love with you again. I mean can you blame him? His s/o is so talented! They even know how to defend themselves! How could Leo not fall head over heels for you again, like the first time? I'd think he's very proud of you for being able to defend yourself and also the fact you defended him from a creepy fan. He'll even boost about you to his unit mates, or anyone really, if they're willing to listen to his constant rambles about how he's soooo lucky to have you as his s/o! Oh, oh! and if you tell him how the fight went down, he'll absolutely, most definitely used that as inspiration for knight's new song! Though tell him first if this ever happens again, he doesn't know what he'll do if you get hurt..
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Izumi Sena;
➮ IZUMI SENA is in panic, like really panicking. Like come on! How is he supposed to stay calm when you, his s/o (the 'love of his life', his words not mine) is fighting a creepy fan of his that could have potentially hurt you!? You should have told him about this so he could handle it himself! No need to get yourself in danger like this! (cue a bunch of nagging from Izumi). I hope you realized that despite his harshness, he's genuinely worried about you and wishes that you just told him instead of taking matters into your own hands. He's constantly asking if you aren't hurt anywhere and that you're actually okay, even though you said you're fine he'll still check himself just to be extra extra sure that you're fine and not hurt by the encounter. Next time (if there is a next time), at least warn him about it, I don't think his heart can take it knowing you could have been hurt.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Arashi Narukami;
➮ ARASHI NARUKAMI is shocked, for sure. This isn't the first time someone has tried to harass her, being both an model and an idol you're bound to get these kinds of people after you. That's the price of being famous. She's used to it though, she's used to handling these kinds of things everyday, especially with dealing it alone. What she isn't used to is seeing her s/o defending her from a fan that tried to harass her. She isn't one to ask for help from other people, not liking the idea of burdening the people she loved with her problems. She'll gently nag you about how you could've been hurt by them or worse if things were to go down south. But that doesn't stop her from praising you for being able to defend yourself. She might just ask you to play knight for her. Thought next time without the cost of you being in harm's way.
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Ritsu Sakuma;
➮ RITSU SAKUMA is surprised but he won't show you. He covers it up by his teasing and smug demeanor. He'll definitely teased you about how maybe you should be his knight instead of him. Saying how you'd keep him protect from all the bad people trying to get between you and him. But despite all the teasing he does, he does worry about you. Deeply. Even if the situation was minor, the idea of you getting hurt still haunts him. What if you being hurt ends up him losing you? It's a scary thought indeed. The fact that it was one of his fans also haunts him, how him being idol can hurt you as well. This event might just trigger him to be more possessive of you and possibly more clingy. He knows you won't mind too much. Just let him hold you a little longer, please.
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[a/n; This was very fun to write‼️, sorry this took so so long (literally took almost like 6 months?? so sorry anon😭) also sorry it's kind of short, I wanted to start of small since this is my first time writing for them lol I don't read the stories very often, I mostly just skipped them cause I have short attention span lol but I tried to read other people's work so I can get a good grasped of how they act but they still might be a little occ, also first attempt of writing for enstars and I think I did good (hopefully). To all the knightsP out there I hope I did your favs some justice💀. I didn't know if you wanted it to be yandere or non-yandere so I went with the non-yandere because I thought it would fit more so I hope it's okay‼️]
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maleyanderecafe · 2 months
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The Boy (Movie)
Created by: William Brent/Stacey Menear
Genre: Thriller
Wow, a movie recommendation? I figured at some point I'd have to branch out more to movies and whatnot, so I've been watching a lot of movies during this month to make up for it. This is one of my friend's favorite yandere movies (and she says the second one doesn't exist) because she loves wall men. I'm not the biggest fan of horror movies, but this one really isn't that scary, even for me. Anyways bear with me on this recommendation since it's the first time I'm writing one for a movie
The story starts out with Greta, applying to be a nurse for a rich family named the Hershires. She befriends the delivery boy Malcolm while there, noting how creepy and weird the mansion is. The Hershires then introduce her to their son, Brahmn, who is a doll, and teaches her the route that she has to follow as his nurse. The mother tells Greta that Brahmn is very specific with his nurses, either killing or hurting the ones before that he didn't approve of. We learn from the father Hershire that Brahmns actually died in a fire when he was about 8, and they use the doll as a way to connect with their deceased son. Brahmn does accept Greta, leading the two Hereshires to go on their trip. Greta initially doesn't take the job very seriously only wanting to stay there for two weeks, though we do get her backstory on why she is here in the first place, which is to escape from her ex, Cole. As she's about to dress and basically go on a date with Micheal, she gets stuck in the attic for an entire night. We learn from Malcolm that there's some strange things going on in the family, and that the death of Brahmns might have been a coverup for a murder of a little girl when he was younger. As she's taking care of them, Greta gets spooked by the doll who gives her back the shoes he stole and a sandwich, which makes her take care of the doll very well. We also learn from Greta through a conversation with her and Malcolm that she was at one point pregnant with Cole's child and had a miscarriage because of him. Cole eventually is able to find and break into the mansion, trying to convince Greta to go back with him. While Micheal is there to protect her, Cole ends up smashing the Doll, leading to Greta calling out for Brahmns to protect her. Brahmn pretty much breaks through the mirror showing that he is not a doll but rather a very tall and muscular guy that has been living in the walls. After seeing his doll broken, he proceeds to kill Cole and starts to run after Greta and Malcolm as he wants to protect Greta from Malcolm. They end up running inside of the walls of the house only to find the room that Brahmns has been living in. He sees that he's made a replica of her out of clothes and whatnot as well as a letter from the parents stating that they entrusted her to him, stating that she is now hers, as we did see earlier when they drowned themselves. After beating up Malcolm, he chases after Greta again. Greta picks up a knife and basically forces him to do their bed routine of going to bed and tucking him in before stabbing Brahmn. Brahmn, of course, gets angry and tries to strangle Greta, but Greta ends up stabbing him. We see that Brahmn has burn marks on his face before Greta gets Malcolm to safety and drives the heck out of there.
Starting out, like I said, this movie really isn't that scary or even really that...thriller like, but it's still a good movie. There are maybe three jumpscares, though only one of them caught me off guard (probably because my friend was streaming and it was lagging a bit). While I think there are some parts where Greta probably should have done something a bit smarter (like, you're being paid to take care of the doll...could you actually at least try to take care of it for like a day first, and also why didn't you call the police when Cole literally broke into someone's house) but overall I'd say she's a pretty good protagonist. She's just trying to escape her abusive relationship and live normally. I also think there's a lot of mental gymnastics on how the parents sort of burnt the house to pretend that Brahmns died in it, only to seal him in the walls and then pretend to be insane by having a doll? That's some rich people nonsense. It's also kind of just funny thinking of how this 6ft 5 man keeps rolling around moving this doll around or going to steal stuff from Greta while she's showering without ever really getting noticed.
Anyways, moving onto Brahmns. Considering that he basically chose Greta (instead of the other nurses and presumably because she looks familiar to the girl he killed/had a crush on), we see that he tries to get her favor, by giving back her boots and a sandwich (?). As well as tries to keep her around and actually makes the doll disappear when she says she'll have to leave and of course protecting her from Cole (and Malcolm). From what I can tell, he seems like a protective yandere with a bit of obsessive/stalker behavior considering that he's literally in the walls and watches her, as well as just steals her stuff and makes a doll of her out of colthes. And he's submissive considering all of the Brahmn you're a good boy that I hear a lot. Especially in the ending where Greta forces him to go to bed and kisses him on the head (before stabbing him) but you know how it is. He pretty much just keeps on trying to protect her from Cole and Malcolm since he also cock blocked them when they were about to have sex by moving the doll and listening to loud music, which I personally think is very funny. I'm not sure what happens in the second movie since that could change on if Brahmns is really a yandere or not but just from this movie, it does seem like it. Even if he did try to kill Greta, but to be fair, I'm sure if you were stabbed, you might try to kill the person who stabbed you. Just saying.
Anyways, it was a pretty fun movie. I kind of like making fun of it on certain parts because some of the things are sort of logic leaps, but overall, I did have a good time with it. Also a pretty submissive yandere overall, which I have to approve of. If you enjoy wall men, this one is a good one to watch.
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ramonag-if · 5 months
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I'm going rude here, so i sorry first. the reason i don't have empathy to Salyra it because when she beg Ahlf to stay with her. She don't care about Ahlf's or MC safety at all and she just want her 'PERFECT' family to still be with her that make me upset and creep me out a little bit. And when i read letter she send to Ahlf beg him to come back it didn't make me feel sad but i feel like she was creepy ex-wife who can't deal with her own issue and when she use MC to bring Ahlf back, Oh god.....that was fucking creepy i want to throw up when i read every letters she send to Ahlf everytime.
Anyway sorry about my lack of manner, it was my feel after i read side story for a long. i just sick for what she doing.
I hope Salyra not going to try get rid of Prince Irus if MC was courting with him
My MC didn't protective to Prince Irus much (i mean she like to protect anyone yes but she don't going to overbearing man that she courting) My MC still forgive Salyra for what Salyra done to her but if Salyra going mess with MC's companions (Prince Irus too) i'm sure My MC going to said some line like 'i believe anyone can redemption but i see what you do to him(Prince Irus) you lost all respect from me, you lost all trust from me too....' to her. I wonder will Salyra still don't get a damn again? also will she angry at Prince Irus because she feel like Prince Irus going to take her daughter(MC) from her?
Sorry about curse and rude word, i hope you doing okay.
You're really not being rude 😋 I don't mind if people aren't fans of the characters I've written - especially characters like Salyra 😅
Feel free to doubt the sincerity of her letters. There's no right way to interpret what she sent to Ahlf - whether it was manipulation, desperation or because she actually missed him. It's up to you and how you view Ahlf's response to her letters and the way he kept the letters a secret from the MC to help you make up your mind.
Salyra can't get rid of Irus because she's not going to risk going against Lamahu (she's made too many mistakes that another one might be the last straw) and also because Irus is the only person who could reasonably hold some sway in Cyre to stop other nobles from continuing what Erlan and Virion have started.
You will get a nice range of mean options because I do love angst so you can tell her off properly during those scenes 😂 And yes, Salyra will view Irus as the person trying to steal the MC away from her, regardless if the MC wasn't her child for many years and made it very clear that they want nothing to do with her.
I'm doing as well as I can be, thanks ❤️️
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