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rainylana · 11 months

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“See you in home room.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: an interesting interaction between you and your bully on the bus.

warnings: bully!eddie, he’s a meanie, language, smut, public fingering, spanking in a smut flashback, enemies to lovers trope, dirty talk.

a/n: i’ve been obsessed with bully eddie i hope you’re living for these posts as much as i have been lmfao. also really happy with how this turned out i’m in love lol.

Your relationship with Eddie was special. Well, not special, and it wasn’t a relationship. More of a…situation-ship. You hated each other’s guts. You despised him and he despised you. He was cruel to you, picked on you and called you horrible names. You took it, turned the other cheek and buried all your horrible thoughts about him deep down, clutching your cross necklace every time you did so.

You hated it, but your feelings for Eddie had slowly developed over time. He touched you in ways that no man had ever before, said things to you that made your skin shiver. Eddie just knew how to do it right. He was a cocky bastard about it, too. He knew he was good. Your situation had started when you moved. Two years ago, from california to hawkins, indiana.

Today was not a good day, one where for the first time in forever, you didn’t want Eddie’s attention, nor did you want anyones. You had so much homework, finals to study for, chores to attempt at when you got home. It was just one of those days where you felt overstimulated and stressed. Normally, Eddie knew how to take care of you.

You couldn’t really remember the first time you had slept with him. After a heated brawl led a steaming make out, turning into a quickie that had rocked your world. And that was that. But Eddie made one thing clear to you everytime he was done fucking you. He always said he hated you. Sometimes he’d spit in your mouth when he’d say it, smack your ass or yank your hair.

Today however, you didn’t want any of that. You wanted to be left alone.

You were seated on the backseat of the school bus, rocking back and forth as you and everyone else bounced from the roughness of the gravel road. You stared out the window, sad and depressed, mind unfocused and stressed. Eddie made the mistake of plopping down beside you.

“Do you have it?” He smacked his gum.

You didn’t look at him as you unzipped your backpack and pulled out the biology homework, giving it to him to copy on his own worksheet.

“Sweet.” He nodded to himself, taking it from your hands as he pulled out a pencil from his pocket.

You turned back to look out the window, ignoring his presence. You’d learned long ago not to interfere with him copying your work. He’d make you pay if you did. Besides, you typically adored the attention he gave you for it, even if he was a mean son of a bitch.

“Why so quiet?” He continued to copy down answers, tongue sticking out.

“Huh?” Your eyes squinted from the sun.

“You’re quiet.” He retorted. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s actually quite nice, but it’s odd since you don’t ever stop yapping. So what is it?” He still didn’t look at you, his thick, veiny arm brushing against yours.

You didn’t roll your eyes like you normally did. “Oh.” You blinked. “Sorry.”

“You on your period?” He gave you a quick glance through his lashes.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Oh my, god, just- just hurry up.”

He snickered and nodded. “So that’s a yes.”

“No,” You huffed. “I’m tired. Not that it’s any of your business.”

His pencil tapped against the paper before he put it back in his pocket. When he finally looked at you, his face was solemn as he handed you back the paper. “You’re awful mouthy today.”

You couldn’t help but glance at his lips. He didn’t miss it, either.

“Do you need anything else?” You raised your chin daringly. “Because I sure don’t feel like dealing with your shit today.”

“My, my,” He raised a brow. “She’s awful brave today.” His words made your thighs warm. It was hard to stay in a bad mood when he looked at you like that.

“I’m just trying to make it through the day, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, looking forward.

“Well,” He licked his lips. “I don’t think I need to remind you what happened the last time you smarted off to me, so I’d tread lightly, sweetheart.” He hooked a finger under your chin and turned your face back to him.

Your cheeks burned at the memory.

“I said count them or I’m starting over.” Eddie warned, hand squeezing the flesh of your ass as he smacked it hard. You squealed, crying out against his lap that you were bent over. He’d been at it repeatedly, bringing his thick hands down over and over, all because you’d directed one little curse word at him.

“I can’t,” You blubbered, snot and tears dripping down into your lips and onto the floor of the abandoned drama room. “Please, Eddie- touch me,”

“No,” He said sternly, continuing your punishment with a heavy hand. “You haven’t earned it, but you have earned this.”

He watched the memory replay in your eyes and he smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Your breathing was heavy and your heart raced, you looked down to his lips again, moving in slightly.

“Ah, ah,” He pushed you back gently. “You know the rules.”

You did. He made them loud and clear every chance he got. No one was to know of your business with him. He didn’t like people knowing what he did with you. You wondered maybe if it was because he cared about you. He loved the admirational look you got in your eyes when you looked at him, like you’d be willing to do anything for him. Even take a life. It made him unbelievably hard.

His hand went to your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy. “But since my good girl is having a hard day, maybe I can bend the rules for once, huh?”

Your stomach ached at his words as you nodded. You leaned back in for a kiss.

“No,” He rolled his eyes, making you frown. “Keep your eyes to the front. Make sure no one sees.”

You were confused with his instructions, but you listened and looked to the front with a beat red face. There wasn’t very many kids left on the bus, only the byers and your neighbors.

You gasped when his fingers went up your skirt, and he pinched your skin as a warning. “Keep it down,” He said sternly. “Gonna be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, keeping your eyes trained forward, hands gripping the seat as his fingers grazed the fabric of your underwear.

“What happens when you’re not a good girl?” His padded thumb swiped over your clit, his index finger moving aside your panties to dip into your warm cunt.

“I get punished.” Your lips parted into in o shape.

“You like when I punish you?” He asked, curiosity peaked in the back of his throat.

Your belly twisted as he entered a finger inside of you, his thumb working quickly on your clit.

“Hurry,” You blinked, whining as your house got closer and closer.

“Quit your whining or I’ll stop.” He growled. “Be a good girl.” He did as you asked, however, devoted to you in his own sick ways as he fingered you sloppily and quickly.

You leaned back into your seat, hands on your knees to spread your legs apart. Your slick cunt was easy for him to enter his other digits inside of you at a quick pace, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time, making sure you kept yours at the front of the bus. He thrusted them in and out, the loud squelch of your arousal only heard by the his ears.

His thumb pressed against your clit like a button, pressing and pushing, making you pulse and shake. He let you look away when your orgasm came, and you shriveled up into a ball, bending your body over against the seat.

He pulled his fingers out and wiped the shiny wetness off on your skirt. “See you in home room.” He smirked before standing, leaving you a hot, sweaty mess as your house finally came into view.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut

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fragileheartbeats · 5 days

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Ok so I watched promo and I'm embarrassed instead of HBO and TB actors.

And I laugh my ass off because the answers were literally the most stupid things that I have ever heard. And you know what's embarrassing? TB actors act as of they are so badass and their answers are true and they are so honorable and shit like this... Like did you guys even heard about the book that y'all gonna be in a movie about it? I don't think so. No hate to them but they look like some stupid bully group 😐

"team black are rightful heir"

As I said before there are so many Targaryen rightful heir that weren't fit to sit on iron throne and they fucked everything up, one of them was Rhaenyra, so this is not a convincing answer. Can you give me another reason?

"we have better family"

Where? I can't see it. Oh you are talking about the Daemon who groomed Rhaenyra and the Rhaenyra who didn't care about her sick father, the Daemon who abandoned his wife and children to go sleep with his own bastard, the Rhaenyra who take away her stepdaughter rights for her bastards sons, the Rhaenyra who abused and used her family and thoses who were close to her, the Rhaenyra who arresting her father-in-law for protecting his family, the same Daemon and Rhaenyra who had sex in his wife funeral, the Rhaenyra who send Rhaenys to fight instead of her own son? You sure?

"blacks are better looking"

So it's straight up an insult to the actors not the characters. And weren't blacks the one who were angry because Criston and season 2 Aegon are too hot? And I mean Aemond is so famous and one of the reasons is because he's sexy and sorry to break it to you but Alicent is more beautiful and feminine that Rhaenyra... So yeah bullshit. Just Aegon himself is enough to make you guys all look plain.

"blacks are better"

In what exactly? Fucking everything up? ruining everyone's life? Betraying each other? Abusing? Using others?

"we do things the right way"

What do you mean? What did you guys did in the right way? Daemon started a war for fun, Rhaenyra shied away from her responsibilities, Rhaenyra had bastards even though she knows it's gonna make people turn against her, she send her own children instead of ravens, she killed people daily, didn't care that people were starving and throw a party for her son, start killing her allies and so many more horrible things.

"they all hate each other"

At least they don't betray each other :)

They die for each other, they kill for each other, yes they can't show affection because no one and I mean NO ONE was kind to them. No one show them how to love and be kind. They have no one but themselves and they not gonna lost it. All they have are each other, they can't hug each other but they can cut anyone's hand who tried to harm any of them. So yeah they have their own twisted way of showing love. Sorry but not everyone have a perfect daddy like Rhaenyra.

"I'm gonna put it on a spike"

Funny line for a 49 years old man who spent all his life in battle, is a better rider, have killed many people, is one of the best fighter in Targaryen history, have more experience but still have to die so he can also kill a 19 years old boy who have literally no experience and wasn't in a battle in his whole life.

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pterodactylterrace · 30 days

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Heeeeeeey! Sliding in just to mess up everyone’s day with another crack pot theory!

Every Targaryen after Aenys descended from a bastard.

Aegon the conqueror had two wives. Rhaenys and Visenya. Rhaenys having paramours was no secret. There were rumors of Aenys being the son of a singer or one of her other lovers. He was also noted to have a lovely singing voice and not take much after Aegon at all.

After Rhaenys’s death in Dorne, there was only one heir. Visenya was thought to be barren, and was more advanced in age. She also dabbled in sorcery, though. Which is likely how she conceived Maegor. All through the conquest and even before, no children. Only after the heavy lifting was done and Rhaenys was surrounded by other men did she have Aenys. Visenya had to resort to magic. It makes more sense for Aegon to be sterile and for Rhaenys to have had a child by someone else and for Visenya to resort to magic to conceive, than for both his wives to only have one child each, despite laying with them often.

The thing is, Aenys had the traditional Targaryen looks. No one could prove that he was not the son of Aegon just by looking at them. So no one dared to question it, as they could prove nothing.

Rhaenyra wasn’t the first Targaryen woman to pass off a bastard as trueborn. She is the first one to do it poorly. Jace was born with Harwin’s looks. Anyone with half a functioning brain wouldn’t risk anymore children by him. She didn’t need to have one in the first place. Before the time jump, she is against having children. Next thing we know, in the very next episode, she has 3. She had two heirs before Jace was even born. Aegon and Aemond. Just like Daemon was heir before Viserys named Rhaenyra to prevent Daemon from becoming king. It would have prevented the entire dance, but for some reason, even after she realized that Jace looks like Harwin and that people are talking, she decided to have two more children. With Harwin.

Also, Laenor doesn’t gladly accept them as his own. He plays his part. He even scoffs when Rhaenyra refers to them as ‘their’ children. He is willing to play his part, but he doesn’t accept them as his. He is just compliant. We see what Rhaenyra does when Laenor tries to do something she doesn’t want. She uses her station to command him. Him agreeing that the children are his in public isn’t the legal standing ground you think it is. It’s Laenor being coerced into agreeing when Rhaenyra says they are his. Not him ‘accepting them as his’. He does his best to play the role and love them as his, but he never accepts them as his children. Playing along isn’t the same thing as legally declaring them your trueborn sons.

She is also horrible to Luke. She is literally forcing him to take an inheritance HE DOES NOT WANT and furthermore HAS NO RIGHT TO because if he doesn’t, it will expose her treason. She could have had the grace to allow Vaemond to inherit Driftmark, but she was too busy ignoring her son telling her he doesn’t want it. He is 14. He’s not a young child like he was when he first told Corlys he didn’t want to inherit Driftmark. All these years, his mind never wavered. But his mother decided to traumatize everyone in the room and end a man’s life rather than just listen to him.

“I would like to thank the court for its time. I have been in council with my second born son, Lucerys Velaryon, and he has made it known that he does not wish to inherit the Driftwood Throne. He wishes for it to instead pass to Corlys’s brother, Vaemond Velaryon. We will not waste any more of the court’s time.”

Problem solved. Why is she making him take an inheritance he doesn’t want? Because of her own pride, if I had to venture a guess. Why show any ounce of diplomacy and, I don’t know, LISTEN TO YOUR CHILDREN, when you can have a man killed for fighting for what is rightfully his? She could have made many allies and shown herself a smart, cunning, caring ruler. Instead, she showed herself to be a greedy tyrant. Don’t worry, though. She doesn’t get any better later on. Maegor with teats. Except Maegor’s cruelty and madness was caused by magic and severe brain trauma, but that’s another post.

#anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #spoilers #pro team green #anti team black #house of the dragon

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Hi <3 I love your writing is it ok if I request a single parent reader who is going through a lot (partner cheated and wants nothing to do with read or the kid and left you both practically homeless) who has a mute child who almost never speaks and is very much a loner reader of course feels guilty until a family member gives them an old TV and the child starts to change once they discover welcome home like they become more outspoken and more outgoing but ome day reader comes home crying after they ran in to there Ex and Wally comforts reader and reader wishes Wally was real and what happens next is up to you

The drama, the angst, the tears! I love the idea I swear everyone in my inbox has such amazing ideas it’s hard to believe most of you aren’t writers yourselves! But anyways hope I lived up to your standards with what I wrote! Also I hope your doing well or that if your not it starts to get better! ❤️‍🩹

⚠️⚠️Warning: there will be mild descriptions of panic attacks and bad financial situations⚠️⚠️

For months it’s been like this a constant struggling battle between you and just being able to have financial stability. Every time you even go to the grocery store you see how your sons eyes brighten at something he really likes , but you can’t get it. You need the money. It makes you almost feel selfish to deny him due to him rarely ever expressing any interest in anything anymore. Even when he sometimes talks it’s always a quiet mumble he refuses to repeat always hiding behind your taller figure. He was very sweet just very unwilling to talk most the time. The loudest he is was whenever he wants your attention or just you in general. You feel as if you never spend anymore time with him. You have been having to work three jobs. Always just bearly making it on time to each of them. You thankfully had a family member always willing to babysit him. It still makes you feel guilty you’ve only ever had one day off which was every Sunday. You would get only one day to be with your own child.

How did you end up like this? Oh, wait it was because of that scumbag you let into your life. Hell you even trusted him with your own life but after 4 years of being together and even having your child that’s when he started to show his true colors. He had started coming home constantly intoxicated. You hated it he first started with yelling at you but when it came to your child that’s where you drew the line. He was only 5 he shouldn’t be yelled at because some bastard couldn’t control himself. And even after all that the moment you were about to get rid of him the next thing you knew he had gotten with someone else and completely disappeared from your lives. Greedy bastard even took all your savings for bills, your half of the bank account, and even anything that could give you a lick of keeping you on your feet.

You clenched your teeth together tightening your jaw as you remembered the horrible things that happened. Almost crumbling up the bills you were doing at the moment just trying to calm yourself down. You were so brought out of your thoughts from a single little tug on your shoulder. It was Ronnie obviously wanting attention from you since it was a day you were actually home. Chuckling you picked him up sitting him into your lap.

“ Whatcha doin Ronnie?” You asked as he played with your hair.

He just looked up at you with a smile as he played with the tips of your bangs making you laugh.

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” You told him as he nodded now grabbing at your hand just to hold it.

This is what you needed a nice and very little distraction. Just you and Ronnie along with the pesky bills you wanted to tear apart. But besides that it was very peaceful at this moment for once in a while. Even as bad as your living situation was at least he was here.

“ What do you mean I haven’t…please Sir I promise there must have been some mistake with the bank!” You pleaded.

“ Fine, but this will be the last time the next time I will have you evicted. Listen I’m sorry about your situation I sympathize with you very much, but you need to give me your next rent or I’ll have you out.” He sighed.

You enthusiastically thanked him almost crying.

“ Hey so I got Ron your old TV hope you don’t mind xoxo Mom.” Is what the note read onto the small TV now in your living room. Right after you bid and thanked her you saw it in your small apartment.

“ Oh why that mother-“ “ Tv!” Ronnie pointed startling you.

“ Good job Ronnie that is a TV! Do you want to watch on it?” You asked him wondering why the Tv was getting him to talk.

He must be excited about some show to get him this happy over the addictive screen. As you looked through the cassette tapes remembering the good times you had with all these all except for one. The exact one that had also caught Ronnie’s eyes was the unfamiliar tape. Must have been some new tape she had gotten for him somehow. Looking at the label while he jumped up and down chanting its name “ Welcome Home”. It was odd to hear him talking so much but it still made you smile knowing whatever this was made him happy. The thankfully labeled tape was easily found seeing it was already at the top of all the other old tapes of yours. You looked over to him making grabby hand at it trying to signal he wanted to put it in himself which you caught into quickly from his enthusiasm.

As you gave him the tape he took it eagerly somehow not jerking it out of your hands from how excited he was. He treated it with care as he carefully put it into the old TV’s little opening. Curling up into his knees as he sat down hugging them beside you.

The TV then displayed a horrible static screen and loud noise as it soon cut to the colorful show. Contrasting to the harshness of the first few seconds of the tape. Must have been very old that some of the tape burned out. You couldn’t help but wonder what the out print of what looked like a face was though as the colorful show displayed the shows joyful intro. While you still had no memory of the show he seemed to be enjoying himself very much as it continued on. Happily tapping his small feet on the floor looking up at you for approval of his interests.

“ So is Wally your favorite?” You asked him as he nodded enthusiastically at your question too caught up in the show to reply.

Looking up at the clock you had noticed you had still needed to get some stuff done due to it getting latter by the second. Looking over towards them you patted their head ruffling their hair as you got up.

“ Five more minutes and then it’s off to bed with you deal?” You asked as he once again nodded but without any enthusiasm.

Finally going to get some laundry out of the dryer from down stairs in the apartment. It sucked always having to go out to get the laundry, but you had to get it before someone tried to steal it like last time. You literally had to ask your parents for clothes it was horrible. But anyways you hurriedly got all of your clothes bringing them back to the small room you called your home. Looking at the run down place you had to live in. Just taking everything in sadly, but trying to stay positive all you needed was a few more raises and you’ll be out of here. And could afford a better TV for Ronnie.

As you went over to put him to bed the TV was already off. With Ronnie no where to be found in the open. Until you saw your bedrooms light on you knew he was already on in bed. Going in there you saw he was even ready in his PJ’s.

“ Well you’re in bed early.” You chuckled.

“ Wally said my five minutes were up.”he muttered fiddling with the tin blankets you had.

Well that’s nice of him?

Stretching out in your makeshift bed waking up early for your first shift in the morning. The reason why it was makeshift was due to it being a board you put quilts on top of. Ron always got the most blankets on the bed due to him freezing the easiest at night. Even as hot as it was in your apartment at night that’s when it finally started to get cold. So cold that you wondered if was winter. You quickly got ready as usual. Rushing out the room quietly not wanting to wake him just yet. You left waking Ron up to whoever came to babysit him. Which today was your siblings. Giving them the keys to the door as you opened it to welcome them in as much as you could with the atmosphere screaming danger. But all of you were somehow used to it especially you.

As you walked to work with your trusty old umbrella a familiar face was seen dashing by the huge puddle almost splashing you with the dirt filled water. Thankfully, you somehow managed to avoid it as you coward behind your umbrella. You hated this part of town. But thankfully this time as you started to pick up your pace no one followed you again.

You flopped yourself onto the squeaky couch kicking your shoes off your aching feet as you bud your sibling a goodbye. While Ron sat on the floor with one of his knees up to his chest watching his favorite show. But this time as he watched it he had seemed a lot more chatty today. Continuously answering any questions or whatever Wally asked of him. Happily pointing out anything he liked without mumbling that much. Everything but just an adorable little stutter. Even starting a conversation with you at some point while you cuddled upon the couch listening to him.

“ I wanna have hair as long as…as Wally’s some day an..and have it blue!” He told you as he rested his head onto the cushions of the couch.

“ That sounds nice dear…you know I think green hair would suit you better.” You teased knowing he hated the color.

“N..no! That’s not a good color! That a puke color!” He exclaimed with a pout.

“So does Howdy look like puke then?” You once again teased no noticing the TV’s absence in the characters joyful banter; even the eyes that contently watched the two of you.

“ Howdy.. He…he makes green look good bu..but green is still a gross col..color! Along with yellow and don’t say ‘Well Julie has yellow hair’ she’s blonde!” He pouted as you chuckled ruffling his hair agreeing with his little banter.

Today is good everything is going well.

Today isn’t going that well it as well as you hoped. You had woken up 12 minutes late today, people in the alleyways kept offering you a ‘good time’ or drugs, one man even tried to follow you, you had left your medications at home, and your second shift had many crude customers there. All being horrible to each other and you. It wasn’t until your third shift things went downhill. Seeing that your ex and their new lover was at the last place you works at. Both were constantly poking fun at you. Acting like children and purposely making a whole ruckus. You didn’t care at the moment to be honest. Well not until the finale hours of your shift.

“ I can’t believe ___ cheated on you what a bitch. I mean come on they aren’t even that good looking.” Their lover muttered as you turned your back.

Just a few more minutes and it’ll all be over.

“ Oh and I bet that kid wasn’t even yours. Plus who would even want a brat like that…what was his name Robby…Rolly or some shit?” They questioned as you bit your tongue going back over to their table for their drinks.

“ Here are your drinks and Please stop talking about someone you don’t even fucking know.” You wished you said.

Just as you left to go to the kitchen before you could even turn your back a sudden sticky liquid was splashed and poured all over you and your uniform. You clenched your fists as tears were trying to pour down while the two laughed. Everyone was staring at you, everyone was whispering about you, you hated it. All the muttering, all the noise, their laughter. You hated it all even as your chest tried to tighten.

“ Ha! That’s what a cheating bitch like you gets!” They cackled while you stormed off into the back.

“ Woah hey are you-.” “ I’m fine just..I need to leave.” You wheezed as your chest kept tightening.

You just wanted out of here. You didn’t want any part in their bs anymore. You wish you said something, but right now you just couldn’t stand being here anymore. You hated them so much.

Thankfully your boss saw the whole commotion and let you leave early. But as you got to your broken down house you couldn’t stand anything anymore. You hated it here. You hated how everything looked. You hated the neighborhood. You hated what you had to do just to get money. You hated them so much. How and why in hell would they twist the story around as if you were the bad guy. You were left and had everything except your child taken from you. You just sat on the couch with your head down trying not to have a panic attack while your racing heart and tightening chest disagreed. Your hitched breathes are what almost sent you over the edge as you tried to breathe normally even holding your breath as you huddled into your self. Constantly stretching out the collar of your shirt from how hard breathing even was. As you we’re slowly starting to hyperventilate you failed to notice the unplugged TV and how it’s eyes where shaking as they watched you.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

As tears started spilling the phone suddenly rang out startling you even more while you tried to dry it up. Your boss had mentioned calling you earlier so you guess they closed early? But as you still sobbed sniffling while your shaking hands seized to stop.

You out of habit grabbed the old phone since it was right next to you.

“ Hello! Hello? Neighbor hey sorry I’m sorry to bother, but I just happed to hear you crying ing.” The oddly familiar voice concerned over you.

“ Oh…I’m sorry if I’m being loud.” You wheezed out finally getting some control of your heart while your chest still tightened.

“ Oh no! I’m not upset about that I’m just Neighbor worried are you okay?” He questioned you.

“ Yes..?” You said half heartedly trying to sniffle quietly.

“ It’s ok if you’re feeling down Neighbor we all do!” He said trying to comfort you.

For most of the phone call he kept reassuring you that your feelings were valid. Eventually as you both chatted the stranger had seemed somehow very oddly comforting. You chuckled at some of his odd comments.

“ In all honesty___ you seem like a wonderful person. So what had made you cry if you don’t mind me asking?” He questioned.

…

“ You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Your comfort I my top priority here.” He reassured you as you chuckled.

“ Thanks you…but why are you being so nice to me? Im grateful for it very much so! But Im just some total stranger who lives in the same apartment as you. I would probably be the least of your worries.” You told him.

“Well you’re much more than just some person I “share an apartment with”. You’re hardworking, an amazing parent, and even just so kind.” He listed as you smiled holding the phone line closer to your ears.

“ I think you’re too kind ‘Neighbor’ but I forgot to ask what’s your name?” You asked him.

“ My names Wally.”

Hope you all enjoyed and are having a wonderful day or that it gets better!

Again very sorry to those who have requested and haven’t had their requests done yet! I’m working on them I swear.

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💌

#Wally Darling #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #wally #welcome home wally #welcome home wally x reader #gender neutral reader

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 1 year

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Could we have headcannon for Izuku having a cat quirk?

I see you like dadzawa /hj

No, but dudeee, izuku is feral in his own right, add that with the chaos of a cat😭😭😭 doom. Doom to all that befall izuku’s wrath

Fuck those who befall izuku’s wrath though, because my son doesn’t even get mad easily, and when he does it’s justified

Get angry at kaachan, izuku. Do it. You know you wanna.

Okay though, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted where like,,, he can shape shift into a cat or he has like,, cat senses, but I’m going to go with cat shape shifting and when he’s in human form he still has some cat like reflexes? Like heightened hearing, always landing on his feet, and such!

I just think it’s kind of funny to imagine someone (we all know who) pushing izuku off a tall place and him just landing in his feet like nothing happened. Like, it’s horrible, but also just izuku being unbothered is so personal to me

Just, chaos going on around him and he’s just like, “oh, are you okay?”

Or even better, as a kid, he’s climbing a tree and falls out, scaring inko half to death, and he just lands perfectly on his feet or in place where he was about to land is a little cat, and both of them are like ?????

What type of cat do you think he’d be? Like, would he still have green fur/hair? Or would he be some type of regular house cat? I’m low key leaning towards green little cat because that’s adorable, but it’s up to you, really!

But I imagine izuku shifts into cat form a lot to get away from bullies and to sneak closer to villain/hero fights.

Is koda able to control izuku when he is in cat form????????

Shinsou “I’m not here to make friends” hitoshi

Izuku “I can shift into a cat and I think your quirk is incredible”Midoriya

Shinsou: ….

Shinsou: if anything happened to Midoriya, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Mic takes so many pictures. So many. So does Aizawa, but he won’t admit that. Bastard.

He 10000% uses his smaller form as a cat to sneak out of U.A. for his. Unadvised adventures.

One time when Aizawa was sleep deprived and checking in on class a in the middle of the night, he spots izuku sneaking out in his cat form and doesn’t connect that the cat is his problem child, so he takes the cat up to his and mic’s apartment

He doesn’t realize it’s izuku until the next morning when mic is like, “was Midoriya trying to sneak out again?” Aizawa is confused, and then he remembers. And then he realizes.

And then izuku gets scolded :(

I once read a fic where izuku got turned into a cat due to some quirk, and bakugou was being mean to Shouto and he just did the cat thing where they stare at you while pushing your glass/mug/something off the table, and it was so important to me

But like. Imagine him doing that 😭

Imagine he gets found roaming around by the league and they don’t know it’s izuku at first, but toga decides that he’s adorable and she wants to keep him. So he’s like, okay, I can gather information I guess??????

And then he just like,,, completely fucks with them??

Like, shiggy is gaming and he just sits on the controller or computer keyboard or whatever

And shiggy is considering designating this goddamn cat, but toga would probably kill him if he did that

He helps Eri calm down from her panic attacks/ptsd by shifting into his cat form and sitting with her! Sometimes she prefers if he helps her in his human form, but she also loves running after cat izuku

Mina 1000% sets up a social media page for the cat hero. Not his hero profile. Just a profile for him as a cat. No one knows it’s even a human with a quirk. They’re all just like, damn, U.A. Has a pet cat

Izuku is very affronted by this at first, but accepts that it’ll probably help his cover once he does go pro

He 10000% made a hairball for overhaul to find later on. He fits as many, “fuck you’s” to overhaul as he can

As he should

Likes to fuck with endeavor the same way.

Has 1000% chewed/scratched holes in endeavor’s clothes

Shouto was so proud.

I already say that he’s a vent gremlin, but imagine bent gremlin izuku with a cat quirk😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

U.A. Is not safe

Was it ever?

But nezu finds it rather fun to try and determine where izuku will pop up next

Nothing will be happening, and all of a sudden, there is a cat falling out of a vent and everyone is screaming

Nezu sips on his tea and smiles

Aizawa is totally not itching to pet the little cat whenever he sees him. Not at all. Nope. He would never.

He succumbs to petting the cat once he finds that it calms izuku down sometimes.

He’s not happy about it though!

If you pulled down his capture scarf you totally wouldn’t see him smiling!!!!

No matter what hizashi or nemuri tell you!!!

If stain had control over izuku while he was in cat form and was making him stay still, if koda was also there, would he be able to override stains blood control????

Monoma finds himself petting a cat one afternoon and is surprised that the cat is acting like he understands him. It isn’t until izuku shifts back into his human form and starts talking back to Monoma that he understands.

He also freaks the fuck out.

But izuku nerds out about Monoma’s quirk and he’s suddenly pulling a Shouto and a shinsou with the whole “I’ve only had Midoriya for ______, but if anything ever happened to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself”

Shouto, shinsou, and Monoma are the trio who, “didn’t come here to make friends/didn’t want to be friends with class a bastards-“ and then they talked with izuku and suddenly they’re best friends, and this is something I hold very dear

I HOPE YOU LIKED THISSSS!! I’m so sorry it took so long 😅😅😅 my mental health was absolute shit and I had a lot of homework💀 I know this wasn’t super long, so sorry about that too 😅😅 I still hope you like though!!!! Thank you for the ask!!

#cat quirk #bnha #mha #feral izuku #izuku problem child midoriya #izuku quirk au #dadzawa and his problem child #dadzawa #izuku midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #monoma neito #todoroki shoto #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #dadmic #hizashi yamada #Eri #nezu

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Can I ask how many stories you have with Lex as a more prominent character in the stories? Or where he actually makes an appearance? he's mentioned quite a bit, but he rarely makes an actual appearance. I just wanted to see if I managed to successfully find them all, but I probably haven't, so I figured I'd ask

Well one day this will all be yours is cartoon YJ as opposed to comics but is actually FINISHED and includes a significant amount of Good Dad/Bad Person Lex, which is my favorite kind of Lex, so there's that for starters. In addition, however, so far as stuff where he's not just a mostly non-speaking plot device or part of someone's traumatic backstory:

WIPs that prominently include Lex-

"hereditary behaviors", where Experiment Thirteen just woke up early in Cadmus and is very Luthor-possessive of its "father", and Lex is just like "alright I definitely did not forsee this chain of events but also let's see where this goes".

"I mean Match technically is also a Luthor", where Lex decides the Agenda has ripped off his IP and said ripoff is therefore HIS. Also tiny Lena II wants to host tea parties and corporate takeovers with her brand-new big/little brother and Match is just confused as to why his new owner isn't keeping him in a cell.

"the one where Kon's soulmark is fake", where Westfield had a fake copy of Clark's parental soulmark for Jon tattooed on Kon and Kon both hates that fact and just wants a fucking dad, and Lex has only had this stupid brat of a clone for a day and a half but if anything ever happens to him he is gonna kill everyone in the multiverse and then resurrect him once there's no one left to stop him.

WIPs that Lex just appears in-

"Amazon bb Kon", where closeted trans femme Kon finds out a) she has soulparents and b) they are Lex Luthor's two incredibly badass possibly-Amazonian-but-no-one-has-confirmed-yet bodyguards, and they have no idea what to do with their brand-new "son". Lex is mostly just there to say disparaging things about Superman and sign Hope and Mercy's paychecks, but he is there all the same.

"merfam drama. MERFAMA.", where Lex is the asshole antagonist and is just a horrible person who is keeping mer!Kon and mer!Clark prisoner in a fucked-up Sea World-esque park. Remix of someone else's fic.

Also he's due to cameo in when I see myself I always know where you are, though he won't be particularly plot-relevant or anything.

I thiiiiink that's everything I've currently got going with him having an on-screen role in it, though I've got a couple more ideas involving him that I might like to write once I knock out a few of my current WIPs, ideally. I really love to write Lex from basically every direction, he is just so enjoyable to write, the bastard.

#rintalk #anonymous #lex luthor

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lady-phasma · 2 years

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Steadfast

Aemond x Helaena

Part 3 of 3

Warning: 18+, NSFW

Summary-ish: I thought there wasn’t going to be much smut in this one… turns out I was really, really wrong and these two are impossible to control. So dragons and a good bit of smut.

Notes: Now everyone knows my headcanon that he has never had sex with anyone but Helaena. Also I will never NOT say silver hair. Lastly, he talks like this cuz he said ’twas, okay? He’s very proper and will properly fuck people up *after* using ’twas and ’tis.

Part 1 Part 2

Aemond sat watching her. He was more relaxed than he had been in some time. He almost smiled. Helaena was absorbed in her book but couldn’t sit still. His eye followed her hand as she reached out for a grape or twirled her hair around her finger. He watched as she dangled her foot from the sofa and tapped the toe of her shoe on the flagstone. She was in constant motion. He had barely moved in the last few minutes, only turning his head to look at her. His hands were still, he didn’t fidget. He only sat and watched.

His stillness belied the constant tumult of his thoughts. His thoughts were harder to control than his muscles, than his senses. He rarely wasted thoughts on Aegon but often worried about the politics that his brother ignored. Their half-sister and her brood. ‘How many children could one woman have and by how many men,” he thought. He looked back at the fire to clear his head. He was often ambushed by petty, juvenile thoughts. This was one of the reasons he loved to be with Helena over anyone else. She made such things incredibly unimportant. She didn’t care if he was fast, strong, capable, or a second son. His eye flicked to her, watched her scratch her ankle with the toe of her other shoe, and looked back at the fire.

His brother could hit a vulnerable spot but Aemond would never acknowledge it. He thought Aegon knew more than he wanted people to know. Of course he knew about Aemond and Helaena. But the jibe about a wife actually stuck in Aemond’s side like a thorn and as the days had passed it buried itself deeper. When he let his guard down the thought would creep in, its innuendo making his jaw clench.

His brother had forced him into the brothel at three and ten years. And he had gone into the room with the whore. As far as anyone knew he had "gotten it wet." Aegon had been so crude and cruel that Aemond couldn't stomach it. He would never be like his brother and Aegon's attempts to change him only pushed him further in the opposite direction.

He didn't worry that this made him soft or weak in his brother’s eyes. He wouldn't tell Aegon because he would use it to manipulate him. Aemond knew he would never have a wife, never have children that he knew were his. And he was sure, somehow, Aegon knew he had never been with another woman and likely would not. Aemond would have no violet-eyed bastards running the streets of King’s Landing. His lips twitched up a bit. Well he might have some running the halls of the Red Keep. How could either of them really know? Possibly Helaena knew. Regardless, he loved the children as if they were his own. He paid them far more attention than their father

He willed the thoughts back to the dark corners of his mind. Dwelling on them did not accomplish anything. They still had a few hours of daylight left and he knew of only two things that could clear his mind.

“I should like to see Vhagar. Would you like to come with me, sister, and see Dreamfyre?” Aemond asked as he stood. He had startled her when he spoke. She looked at him wide eyed but smiling. She closed her book.

“Yes!” she was suddenly enthusiastic. “Thank you!” She was seldom aware of her surroundings and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He turned his cheek to her. His chest tightened, from the knowledge that there were servants in the room as well as the horrible feeling of rebuffing her. He didn’t want to look at her face. He felt her drop back down on her heels. He walked to the door. She walked a few paces behind him even as they walked down the passageway. Gods, this was frustrating. The Blonde Twat was right: if he had his own wife he could treat her as he saw fit. If that were the case, with the wife of his choosing, she would never bow her head, walk behind him, or have to kiss him on his cheek.

He clenched his fists and slowed his pace. He heard her small footfalls close the distance between them. When she was by his side he touched her back lightly, took two graceful steps behind her, and placed her on his right. He kept his fingertips on the back of her elbow.

“Did I do something wrong, brother?” she was whispering and looking at the floor. His fingers moved reflexively on her arm to comfort her but he stopped as they approached a clot of people. He used this as an opportunity to place his hand on her back to guide her through them as they stepped aside. He left it there momentarily.

“No, love,” he kept his face turned down to her so his whisper could be heard. “I see things, differently than you, but I see things as well.”

She looked up at him, brows knitting together but almost smiling. He supposed he had never phrased it that way to her before. He glanced ahead of them and then looked back at her. He thought her expression held a bit of awe but he shook his head to clear it of that notion. He offered her his hand as they descended the stairs and when they got into the carriage.

The evening sun was low on the horizon when they arrived at the dragonpit. The sky was tinged with a violet that matched her eyes. She had chatted while they made the journey but he was distracted and had watched her lips move more than listened. He rarely wondered, today was the exception, what it would have been like had he not asked Vhagar to accept him. He wouldn’t be the man he was today. Regret didn’t nag at him, only a sense of a path lost to him.

They left the carriage and entered the dragonpit to find only a pair of dragonkeepers. The fewer the people around them the less vigilant he had to be.

“Māzīs, Vagus,” Aemond called, not quite loudly. Come, Vhagar. He needn’t shout at her, she knew he was here. Just as Dreamfyre knew Helaena had arrived. The much smaller dragon moved more swiftly and appeared from the stalls first. Her blue and silver coloring was cast slightly purple from the slanting light from the windows. There was a slight tremor under their feet as Vhagar followed. Head emerging first, she pulled her bulk up the ramp. The violet light was consumed by her dark skin. Aemond felt a thin, proud smile appear on his face.

Vhagar was not beautiful like Dreamfyre or some other dragons but when they had done the things she had done, grown how she had, they wouldn’t be beautiful either. Vhagar’s beauty was in her intimidation, her power, her… scars.

Helaena walked softly and quickly to Dreamfyre. She petted and nuzzled and it looked as if she were greeting her best friend in all the world. Aemond and Vhagar greeted in a very different manner. Even though his heart ached with love and pride, he and the dragon didn’t show affection. She tilted her head at him, looking at him with one eye, she blinked and seemed to nod. He placed his hand just behind her jaw. He rested it there as they gazed into each other’s eye.

He could hear Helaena cooing to Dreamfyre. He adored his sister. She could be so outwardly happy and unselfconscious. Dreamfyre matched her personality perfectly.

Aemond called to a dragonkeeper to begin preparing their saddles. They could saddle Dreamfyre for Helaena but he was the only person he or Vhagar allowed to saddle her. When the dragonkeepers brought the tackle he began the arduous task of harnessing her bulk. He found it meditative and enjoyable but it was an endeavor every time. He preferred riding without a saddle but it was rarely practical.

After both riders were successfully in their saddles Aemond let Dreamfyre lead the way. Not entirely out of courtly courtesy, even the dragonkeepers exited the main pit when Vhagar took wing.

“Sōvēs,” Helaena’s small voice rang out.

Aemond leaned a bit closer to Vhagar’s body and laid a hand on her back. In a deep whisper he offered his command, almost a question to his dancing partner.

“Sōvēs.” Fly.

Rumbling a reply she raised her massive head and neck. Aemond felt the powerful settling into her hind legs that invariably sent a ripple of excitement through him. The movement on a smaller dragon would have taken less than a second and may not have been noticeable even to its rider. When Vhagar crouched he could feel her muscles tightening, pulling back like a crossbow. It was exhilarating because what happened next always amazed him. He smiled and pushed his thighs tight against her sides.

Vhagar’s haunches coiled back into the crouch, her wings raised in a way that seemed languid, but her first downstroke sent dust billowing from the pit floor. It would have engulfed Dreamfyre. By the second wing beat she was bodily clear of the pit, her tail swept the dirt across the floor and helped her steer away from the pit walls.

Helena and Dreamfyre had reached an impressive altitude but Vhagar overtook them in seconds. Aemond’s heart pounded in his chest.

“Kirimvose,” he said just above a whisper though he knew Vhagar did not need to hear him. She understood. Thank you.

Dreamfyre’s blue and silver and Helaena’s silver hair were perfect against the purple sky. As much as he wanted to watch them he wanted to unleash Vhagar.

Vhagar’s wings seemed to move slowly because her wingspan was so great. However, each thrust powered her hulking form further than a dragon Dreamfyre’s size could do in three, easily. Aemond’s hair streamed out behind him as she rose. His breath was shallow in the thin air. He closed his eye against the wind and reveled in the absence of control.

Then she dove. She banked slightly as she did, not quite into a roll. The fantastic roar shook through her. Aemond didn’t need to hear it, he could feel it. He heard Dreamfyre to his left, much closer than he expected. He opened his eye, Vhagar had leveled out, and he encouraged her toward Helaena. His sister was smiling in a way that only dragon riders smiled. He smiled back at her though not as fiercely.

Dragonfyre started making a graceful spiral under Vhagar. She tolerated the young dragon’s restlessness. She and Aemond seemed to hang in the air compared to the flitting of Helaena and her dragon. Dreamfyre cried and bellowed her happiness to be in the air and the sounds were tinny and small to Aemond’s ears. They weren’t unpleasant but even Vhagar’s breathing reverberated in a deep melodious rhythm.

The two pair flew until the sun was almost setting. When they headed back to the pit Dreamfyre circled away to let Vhagar land first. The ground shook when she settled in the pit. The smaller dragon floated down as light as a falling leaf in contrast.

The dragonkeepers helped Helaena with her saddle and put both saddles away when they were finished. Vhagar blinked at Aemond and shook her head and neck before lumbering off. Helaena was embracing Dreamfyre as well as she could, her arms flung wide on the dragon’s neck. Dreamfyre’s eyes were half closed.

* * *

Aemond always sat across from her in the carriage but this night he took the seat next to her when he stepped in. They both stank of dragon and that scent was hot, heady, and intoxicating for him. They didn’t touch and even Helaena wasn’t chatty. Sitting in peace after their flights was something they both enjoyed. They had a few minutes of privacy before arriving at the Keep. She had folded her hands primly in her lap. He slid one of his under hers, holding them both in his upturned palm.

* * *

When they entered the Keep he walked to his rooms without asking her, hoping she would follow. He supposed he would go to supper if she didn’t. No one came to his chambers, people seldom needed him. They would be uninterrupted, no one needing Helaena would look there or admit to thinking to look in his rooms. She followed quietly, dreamily.

He closed and locked the door behind them. Servants had been in to light a few candles after the sun set and Aemond lit a few more. Helaena took her shoes off and walked among his things. She ran her fingers lightly over the backs of chairs, the mantle, a bookshelf. She was listening to something that even he couldn’t hear. He walked over to her as he began to unfasten the clasps on his jerkin. She had her back to him but wasn’t so lost in her world that she was startled when he put his hands on her waist.

“Where are you, sister?” he murmured against her ear.

“Mmmmm….” Helaena thought for a moment. “With Dreamfyre… and you.” She placed a hand on his.

“I feel like I can’t get the clouds out of my head. Or perhaps that’s backward,” she mused. “The sky was lovely and Vhagar is so grand.”

His chest tightened. No one said soft things about Vhagar. Always “terrible” or “vicious” or “powerful” but rarely something kind like “grand.” She took a step away from him and he let his hands fall. She turned to look at him and she moved her hand in a precise way that had become his queue for their ritual. He bowed so she could reach. She unfastened it and took the leather tie as well. The eye patch dropped to the floor from her exquisite fingers and his hair fell around his face.

Aemond walked to her and cupped her face in his hands. When he kissed her she slid a hand into his shirt and felt for his heartbeat. She only rested her hand against him for a moment. She grazed her nails down his chest as she walked toward his bed.

Helaena worked the laces of her dress quickly and stepped out of the pile of fabric she had let drop to her feet. She lay propped on the pillows on his bed in only her chemise. In the candlelight he could see the shadows of her breasts and the dip between her thighs. He clenched his jaw. His breeches were suddenly too tight. He walked to the side of the bed.

Helaena tugged on the cuff of his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders with a shrug. She took his hand in hers and guided him to lay down next to her. She curled up against him and rested her head on his chest. Her finger drew lazy designs on his chest and he closed his eye.

“I don’t tell them most of what I know,” she mumbled, her lips almost pressed against his chest. “They would be frightened. You don’t frighten, brother. And fear makes people hate.”

She exhaled and her warm breath on his chest sent a shiver down his spine.

“No, never of you,” he replied. “Do you believe nothing scares me?”

“Mmhmm.”

His arm tightened around her shoulder, pressing her tighter against him. She slid a leg over one of his. He put his other hand behind his head so he could see her better. She had settled on his left side, perhaps she didn’t want to be seen as she talked but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m afraid of everything,” she said, barely above a whisper. “Except things that grow and crawl and fly.” Her fingers brushed up his stomach, over his nipples, back down to his hips. “You fly.”

He made a humpf sound. It was immediately followed by a deep sigh as Helaena’s hand began to slip below the waist of his pants. Her fingers grazed the silver hair below his stomach then trailed to his hip and back out again. She moved so slowly he was almost holding his breath. She started to lazily work the buttons of his pants one-handed and he, somehow, managed not to reach down and do it for her. He took a deep breath.

Aemond felt her head move against his chest. She looked up at him with those big violet eyes. She raised up slightly and he leaned forward to kiss her. She worked though the last button and he groaned into her mouth. He had to do something with his hand. He ran it through her hair and down her neck. Her hand moved further down as they kissed.

Helaena propped up on her elbow. Her fingers were so slow and light. He shut his eye tight. She kissed his jaw, his cheek, his scar. He nearly pulled away. The combined sensations were overwhelming. She daintily kissed his nose and hummed to herself happily. Then she did what he feared. She kissed his brow. He did fear some things. He didn’t want her to know that. Helaena was the only person who could touch him there and she had done this once before. She knew he enjoyed the acceptance of who he was but it wasn’t easy. However, it was less difficult with her hand slowly wrapping around him.

Her lips were soft and warm against his scars. He was simultaneously relieved and disappointed when she began kissing his jaw and neck. He slid his hand down her arm and over her hand. She let him move her hand. He rolled onto his side, kissed her, and she slid her leg further between his.

Aemond grabbed her ass and pulled her as close to him as he could. It wasn’t close enough. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, fingers wrapping themselves in his hair. He slid his leg between hers and laid her on her back. He planted his hand by her shoulder, burying his face in her neck. She sighed next to his ear when she felt how hard he was. He involuntarily ground his hips against hers. Her other hand skimmed up his ribs to his back.

His hair flowed over her bare arms as he put his mouth on her nipple. He bit and sucked in spite of the fabric of her chemise. He shifted his weight to his knee and Helaena rocked against his thigh. His hand scrambled from behind her. His fingers slid, hurriedly, through her wetness and into her. Her back arched and she pushed down on his hand.

“You’re so…” he nearly growled into her chest, not able to complete the thought. “Seven hells” rumbled out of him as he curled his fingers inside her. He barely had to move at all. She was pushing so hard against him. He had the fleeting thought ‘did everyone get this way after flying? was it the smell?’ and then it was gone as she dug her nails into his forearm. He straightened up to see her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and panting. He stopped moving and watched her, waiting for her to relax. Then he slowly grazed his thumb over her clit and she shivered. He kissed her as he rubbed gentle circles around it. He felt her tighten on his fingers. It was an exquisite feeling but not the one he really wanted. He was patient.

He let her set the pace, let her guide, and while his fingers followed her lead he kissed her forehead, her cheek, her chest, her breasts, still through that gods damned fabric. He groaned against her, jaw clenched. He tried to focus, to think of something other than how she ground out her pleasure in his hand. His hand.

Aemond felt he almost couldn’t wait any longer but she was so beautiful like this and so far gone. He sat up to kneeling, enjoyed watching her for a beat, then he slid his hand against her belly, under her chemise and over her breasts. He didn’t want to rush just as badly as he did. He grazed his fingers across one hard nipple and she pushed toward his hand. He did what she needed and palmed and kneaded her breast as she arched her back. He could feel his breath hitch and shorten.

Helaena was rarely loud and would often stifle herself if she felt she was going to be. He watched her hand fly to her mouth and she bit down on it. At the same time he felt her tighten and spasm and change her pace. She made languid circles with her hips.

“Gevie,” he said just loud enough for her to hear over her own breathing. Beautiful.

The final waves rolled over her body and she began to still. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at him he slid his fingers out and leaned over her to kiss her. She smiled up at him. She kissed him hard. As she did he felt her legs move. She had, gracefully, moved so that he was kneeling between her legs, not straddling one. He smiled, lips hovering just above hers, and his violet eye glinted in the candlelight. He dipped his head and grazed his lips across her, barely touching.

She smiled too but because she had hooked a toe in his pants and was trying to push them off. Her arms were too short to reach while they were kissing. He tried not to laugh at her, and succeeded, but his dimples gave away his amusement. She was determined. He kissed her quickly then assisted her.

Helaena’s expression shifted slightly and she cupped his face in her hands before he entered her. Her eyes stared at his mouth then drifted up to his eye then over to his scar. He waited. She nodded and kissed him. She knew something he couldn’t in this moment and he trusted her but he couldn’t try to discern it now. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he slid into her. Her hands drifted back from his face into his hair and she let out a load moan.

He pressed their hips together, trying to feel all of her, get closer. He smoothed his hand over her hair, down her neck, and rested it over her left breast. She met each of his thrusts with her own or an arching of her back and he could feel her heart begin to race. He bit his bottom lip as she squeezed around him. He felt a pang of disappointment, then he spilled into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He let out a sigh as if he had been holding his breath.

He let some of his weight rest on her. She unwrapped herself from him and held him loosely. He took a few breaths. She rubbed her cheek against his. She was almost humming, not with a melody, just contentment. He raised up with a bit of a sigh and kissed her on her forehead and both cheeks. She laughed and kissed him quickly before he lay down next to her.

They lay on their backs near each other, not quite touching. Their hands back to back and her fingers passing gently over his. He glanced over at her. Her face was calm and her eyelids heavy. Aemond’s anger snuck up on him because of that face. She would always have to leave, not sleep in his bed. She looked so peaceful but she would leave soon. He looked up at the canopy above them.

“It’s okay, brother,” she hadn’t turned to look at him. She slid her hand into his and closed her eyes. “I always come back, don’t I?”

He swallowed and squeezed his eye closed.

“Always,” he agreed.

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beevean · 5 months

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Hector/Dracula for the ship bingo?

Dracula you horrible abusive grooming bastard 💖 at least you created the biggest gigachad who ever chadded 💖

I didn't just see the divorce: I played the divorce. And it was glorious. okay the actual fight is a little ehh but the first theme slaps absolute ass <3 it's my personal theme for the ship i don't care

Anyway I can't even fully explain the appeal to me. I'm just fascinated by the implied story here, Hector being stuck in an abusive environment since he was a boy because it was the only one where he was welcome (you know he felt like he deserved everything bad that happened to him in the castle 🙂), being groomed with praises and training to discard his humanity, him genuinely caring for the only person who sees worth in him but eventually realizing that he deserves better and getting the courage to find himself a better life, renouncing to Dracula's warped "love" to gain agency, to then turn back and finish what he had started and becoming a full hero as a result, looking at his old Lord and master and father figure in the face and smugly taunting him with the powers that he got from him...

And Dracula who gave to Hector (and Isaac lol) the power to create life (confirmed by Igarashi in an interview! They are literally infused with Dracula's own magic!), growing fond of him for his talent but still mainly seeing him as his creation and his tool and so being left blindsided by the betrayal of his "precious" :D Alucard already hurt because it was his son... but Hector, his own General who chose to serve him?

And, and, the parallels, how Hector looks like Dracula, and sounds like him when he was human, uses his powers, reacts in the same way when Rosaly is killed because his love and rage are just as intense, they even sit in the same way! The antagonists all want Hector to become Dracula, they traumatize him and corrupt him with Dracula's own curse and try to erase his entire identity! But he stands above all, because unlike Dracula, he has solid principles and a noble heart and such a strong mental fortitude. Ggggggggg I love the story so much it's just. it's too good. peak themes. and it feels like only I see it because everyone just laughs at the cliché "revenge bad" surface D: (this is why I half-ticked "soulmates" btw lol)

also size difference hot and that attack where dracula sips hector is very sus

#hecula #hector castlevania #dracula castlevania #the themmmmm the horrible them i love fighting dracula with hector and just. slice the bastard #it's what he deserves <3 #anyway i used to be ashamed because i know this is a super toxic ship by design #(and i'm afraid to be seen as an hypocrite)#but now i'm begging on my hands and knees for people to See my Visions because i feel insane

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prototypelq · 10 months

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DMC Questions Anon here!

"That day, if our positions were switched... Would our fates be different? Would I have your life, and you mine?"

While standing on top of the Qlipoth in DMC 5 Vergil posed a very interesting question that got many people wondering: How would the story of DMC go if Dante and Vergil's positions were switched?

That is what I am asking you now to answer. How does this story go in a world where their positions are switched?

Hi, dear DMC anon, always happy to get your messages!

I`d like to start this reply with recommending some very good videos/fics that explore this topic, as my opinion on the matter is affected by them, but also in case anyone reading HASN`T seen these, and more people really should!

Champion Analysis has done amazing videos on this exact alternate universe scenario (the term ‘alternate universe’ feels very justified here) videos – two speculative character analysis videos and one voice-acted retelling of the story of the switched twins in DMC 3.

Blood Red Brother by TheWritingSquid – a oneshot about ‘switched’ Dante running into a ‘reunited with Dante at the end of 3 and raising-Nero’ Vergil and their first and last interaction.

Bonus:

Devil May Cry D by Strawberry_Hope is an amazing fic in russian, this is a ‘switched’ twins retelling of the story of 5, and I LOVE it. This thing is huge, it has everything you wish to have in a long fic – good plot with some mystery, characters interact with each other a lot (as Vergil does NOT let Dante out of his sight, unlike the game which has Dante basically flying off the rails after his twin), and some good angst and drama (as is customary for DMC). maybe I should do a masterpost of my fav ru dmc fics, because they have some amazing stuff I have not seen in english-speaking community, or have seen very very little of it.

Hopefully, everyone is familiar with these (baring Devil May Cry D, as it is very optional because of language requirement), otherwise I highly recommend you check them out if this AU ever remotely interests you.

With that out of the way, I believe the Switch AU is quite unique, because global games-wise I don`t think it would change much. Vergil would work great as a (classic anime) protagonist – an elder twin, who tragically lost his entire family, and is the (only surviving) heir. Vergil is honorable, badass and actually a cheeky bastard, just as his brother, so he would make a great protagonist for the games. Story-wise in games, I think the only one we can expect to have huge changes is 4, as it revolves around Nero. There is pretty much nothing on The Fortuna Woman to base speculations around, sooo it could be a teen dad Vergil after 3, or he could encounter Nero only in the boy`s teens as original Dante did. Same as canon, I don`t really care for The Woman much, and I don`t see her having any effect on the story. (also everyone wants Nero and Vergil to have good father-son relationship, so it`s obvious which scenario out of the two the fandom and I lean towards)

This is...not much changing really, we just move the Nero&Vergil relationship earlier on the timeline, but so far that`s pretty much it

except it`s not

because I fully believe ‘switched’ Dante cannot be redeemed.

Original`s Vergil story is tragic, and it forced him to make horrible decisions, however his intentions have always been in the right place. Vergil, fundamentally as a character believes in results over the methods used to get them, so no, he Doesn`t care that his summoning of demon tower killed a lot of innocent people, and might have passed down his own childhood trauma on the new generation of children of Redgrave, he wanted to use it to finish off the demon lord, and it is a noble goal so everything works out. This makes the original Vergil a tragic, but misguided and lost character. Vergil as V was the perfect replica of all of that, and he needed someone to show him a better way – and Nero did. He showed crumbling and desperate Vergil compassion and a kind-of friendship, which was exactly what Vergil was looking for all these years, but too afraid to acknowledge it. After that, original Vergil can be shown the error of his ways, and he might try to make amends (starting with his brother), which will, in time, redeem him.

Dante is, as always, a perfect opposite of his brother. He is compassionate by nature, and his heart of gold is his greatest tormentor over the years, as he cannot accept the loss of Vergil and always yearned for his brother back. To take this emotional person with a bleeding heart, and to have him raise a demon tower as Vergil did in dmc 3? That requires breaking his foundational compassionate nature, and replacing it with ‘goals over morals’ mentality, and I don`t think that kind that damage can be reversed. Blood Red Brother fic I mentioned captures this perfectly – Dante, with goals over morals, also remains a thrill seeker and a kind of adrenaline junkie, this combination of traits, paired with demonic heritage, is extremely volatile, and could lead to terrible bloodlust.

All of this would make 'switched' Dante a truly horrifying sadistic psychopath, who would only seek massive demons to battle (which would also make him an amazing villain), and there is no way he could be redeemed after that.

Thank you for the ask, as always!

(well, there is an alternative scenario where Dante fights only demons, and doesn't harm humans, meaning he cannot get the power boosts orig Vergil got, and loses to Mundus spectacularly. still, I feel like 'antagonist' Dante goes against his nature and would alter him greatly, but perhaps he could be redeemed after that)

p.s. maybe I`ll make a reblog talking about DMC D fic as it has some amazing takes on this AU, but I don`t want to mix the authors original ideas with my ramblings

#dmc questions anon #dmc #dmc au #dmc switched au #dante sparda #vergil sparda #the only one missing is nero and he really wouldn't change that much #no patty propaganda in this one sorry everyone #vergil could probably be her reluctant uncle figure but I can't see them working out without Dante

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Sauron Mairon Halbrand y Alicent

I always make the joke that Sauron is Aule's daddy's boy and keep it canon. So I have an idea:

AU Where Sauron in human form ends up in Westeros and sees Yvanna. She is Yvanna, she is the wife of dad / Aule. She is mom. And mom is crying. And yes, I'm adding to the theory that Melkor's giant spider is from Lovecrath's universe, so crossovers are possible!

Sauron can't help. Here he is nobody and he has not recovered his powers. He is sickened by the mess, by the Targaryen traditions of marrying each other. Sauron notices that Mama is biting her nails. Mom should be happy and have trees. And mom should pay attention to it and be happy with those creepy trees with faces.

Alicent does not understand who gives her personalized jewelry with the theme of Mother and Maiden. She knows Sauron. "Hello my lady"

Sauron disguises himself as a cat to attend Alicent and Viserys' meetings. He is against Otto's plan, mom is fifteen years old. Fifteen fucking human years.

This can go two ways:

Sauron kills all the dragons because Alicent made a comment that while Syrax is beautiful she would never ride a dragon. Mom is afraid, now I have to protect her, be the man of the house because mom can't be married to another man who isn't dad.

Daemon boasts that he took Alicent's virginity and is killed by Sauron. Mom is from dad.

Sauron manages to find the equivalent of Aule in this world and cheats on the parents.

Alicent is very sure she is ready to have children after stopping Sauron from conquering Middle-earth.

Sauron takes the form of a child. More shenanigans to come, now he has everything he wants, for now.

Alicent and any poor man who is Aule in this universe, congratulations. Their son is a narcissistic sociopath who loves them with all his heart.

In another line, Alicent marries Viserys, but Mairon has not regained his power, so he cannot prevent his mother from being raped.

Sauron discovers that his siblings are nuisances, but they will give Mom more power. Mom is a goddess, a Valar, but also a 15-year-old girl.

So Sauron takes over Aegon, comforts Mum, tells Aegon he's a little shit worse than Curumo and Aegon's first word is shit.

Helena is born. And here she is different. Sauron hated Curumo for stealing Daddy's attention, but he respected Melian. He now has another sister, who is also a woman in a world of shit. But Heleana has magical potential, so he will teach her well. He will teach her to lie, to deceive, to put on makeup.

All of this happens while Sauron takes the form of a little boy so he can stay with the queen alone. Alicent hugs him and hugs from mom feel good. On one hand, Alicent recognizes that Mairon/Sauron has a connection. She loves him, she is his mother in all the universes. But her son is evil and she knows it. But he hasn't proven to be more evil than the other men.

Aemond is born and Sauron throws a tantrum. He doesn't want another brother and hates him as much as he hates Aegon for hogging Mom's attention. Then Daeron is born and Sauron screams because there is so much evil in the world! Criston Cole is horrible, but he makes mom happy. As long as he isn't platonic, Sauron will keep it. Suddenly, Sauron can shapeshift into a dragon. Since he hates Rhaenyra's bastards he plans to play a little prank at Laena's funeral. Nothing to go wrong. He just needs Aemond's help. Aemond claims a dragon and that dragon leads everyone to see Rhaenyra doing it with his uncle.

And shit breaks loose. Aemond is happy to have a dragon, the Velarions are angry, and Laenor calls for a duel against Daemon for his sister's honor.

Laenor wins and kills Daemon. Rhaenyra will go on trial for being an adulteress and Harwin will be her champion. Then Criston Cole kicks Harwin's ass. Heleana uses her magic to make Rhaenyra admit the truth about her bastards. Alicent rebukes Sauron because now there is a political mess and because his brother thought he had a dragon. "It was just a joke, mom, I didn't know it would go this far," she says with puppy dog eyes.

#the rings of power #sauron #mairon #halbrand #alicent hightower #alicent x criston #aule valar #yavanna kementari #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #heleana targaryen #melian the maia #curumo #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemon x rhaenyra #team green

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Let's adress the elephant in the room: the incest. And by that I do not only mean Medraut's complicated feelings towards Lleu, but his relationship to his mother and how it could be potentially affecting his relationship with his brother.

You see, Medraut is King Arthur's bastard son born of an incestuous relationship with his half-sister, the queen of Orkney. Morgause seduced Artos as a young man in an attempt to babytrap him and make her queen. When this plan failed she tried to raise their son as a weapon against Arthur. But that's not all. The story heavily implies that Medraut himself is also a survivor of sexual abuse and incest at her hands. There is a short story “no human hands to touch” by Elizabeth Wein which goes into detail about Morgause’s grooming and abuse of Medraut. When Medraut kissed Lleu and threatened to have his way with his body, he was trying to scare him. It was a power play. Medraut was trying to be as cruel as everyone else believed him to be, which meant becoming like his mother who is the most terrifying person he has ever known. In that moment Medraut was considering using the same depraved methods his mother had used on him. Medraut doesn't want Lleu's inheritance, not really, "It is your self, your soul that I envy. More than anything I want your birthrigh without shame, your clean lineage." Medraut doesn't want the throne as much as he wants the things associated with Lleu's position as crown prince (most of all his easy claim to their father's love). A bastard can never undo his own birth but he can taint Lleu's self and break his spirit.

What ultimately triggered Medraut's betrayal of Lleu was his accident reveal of Medraut's true parentage in front of Morgause's other children and the profession of his deepest contempt for Medraut when Lleu becomes witness of Morgause's assault on Medraut.

Therefore it is easy to imagine that Medraut would do all the things he had been fantasizing about in secret as a form of revenge once he has Lleu completely at his mercy. "You sneer at me for being a bastard born from incest, what will you do when you become guilty of incest as well? Can I drag you down to hell with me?" might be what went through his mind. You might be surprised to hear this, but I don't think Medraut would actually sink so low as to rape his own brother. He would never forgive himself and would either kill himself afterwards or let himself be killed. Actually, let me rephrase that: he would never violate Lleu in the same way he has been violated as long as he is in his right mind and outside of his mother's influence. The problem is that Medraut was turning increasingly unstable towards the end of the book. Everything came crashing down on him: the illness, the reunion with his abuser, his father's distrust, the horrible accident in the copper mines resulting in the loss of many lives, Lleu's denouncement of him in front of their cousins, the humilation of having the wooden sword held at his throat...

The original plan was that Medraut kidnaps Lleu, intending to turn him over to Morgause, who in turn, plans to trade Lleu's life for the throne. Provided Morgause keeps her word (which I doubt), Lleu would be released once Medraut has been crowned king. I'm convinced that Medraut would make a great king had he ascended the throne under normal circumstances and Lleu raising an army against him would be detrimental to the common folk.

However, since Medraut is trying to usurp the throne through treachery with the help of his mother and turning his back on anyone who has ever had a positive influence on him, I assume that left on his own, he will easily fall back into old habits (sex with Morgause) and Morgause will use this to extend her influence over Medraut, stoking his worst desires and fears to establish herself as his only ally and bind herself to him. An outcome that makes my stomach turn but that I find disturbingly realistic is Morgause marrying Medraut in order to become queen. Exerting control through sexual abuse is her M.O., she did it with his father and now she's doing it with his sons too. Her original plan was to seduce Arthur and make him crown her his queen, the only thing that has changed is that she moved her interest from her brother to his son. I don't doubt it that if Medraut were to become too defiant for her liking, she would dispose of him as soon as she's with child.

Morgause and Medraut would co-rule Camelot and depending on how broken Medraut is, Morgause would be sole ruler while Medraut would merely be king in name/her right hand. It would be an endless battle between him and her. She would behave like a tyrant and Medraut would spend most of his time doing damage control. Although he would finally have his childhood dream fulfilled, he would be deeply unhappy. If Lleu and his army blew down the gates of Camelot, he would welcome his death with open arms. Medraut has taught Lleu anything except how to kill. It would be very poetic if the first human life Lleu takes is that of his brother.

I view Medraut as a very tragedy-coded character who sometimes escapes into constructed narratives and stories in order to make sense of the things that are happening to him. For example in "no human hands to touch" Medraut references Oedipus and Jocasta when Morgause forces him to have sex with her after she had drugged him.

Even if Lleu spared Medraut's life because his experiences made him more understanding of Medraut's circumstances, Medraut would punish himself brutally. I can imagine vividly how he would gouge out his eyes with the needle of Morgauses brooch and then travel through the kingdom as a healer to atone for his crimes. Lleu would become King, beloved by the commoners that had given him shelter when he was in hiding and those who fought side by side with him against Morgause, and he would be a good King to them but the character growth cost him his family and innocence. He'll never be the Lord of Spring again.

But I'm looking too far in the future and presupposing that both Artos and Morgause won't be playing dirty. I don't think Artos would be giving in so easily without attempting to retrieve Lleu through other means (hostage exchange, secret rescue mission, setting up a trap for Medraut). Just as I believe that Morgause won't see this coming and punish Lleu accordingly. Let's not forget that she was very open about her desire to rape Lleu.

I suspect that part of the reason why Medraut didn't turn Lleu over to Morgause was Agravain's reminder about what Morgause was planning to do with Lleu once she has him in her clutches. It would be fear but also possessiveness. “My heart surged with jealousy and fear: and all you did was to look at him”.

In an AU where Medraut wins Morgause would be the only true winner as Medraut suffers. He would be forced to be her puppet king and sex slave. Trapped in a position where he would have to witness his mother inflict the same torture on his brother that he went through as a child and unable to do anything against it. He can't turn his eyes away, she would make him complicit in the abuse too.

Medraut would feel a cross of three different emotions, primarily guilt, which he would drown out by his anger and jealousy of the attention Morgause is giving Lleu, that he would redirect towards his brother.

How much Medraut's soul blackens depends greatly on how sensibly Artos negotiates with him after the kidnapping of Lleu. It's incredibly delusional of him to think taking Artos' heir hostage would make him publically admit his mistakes and mean it. If anything it would cause Artos to abandon Medraut entirely and lure him into a trap where soldiers in hiding are waiting to kill him. The betrayal would break Medraut's heart. His father's ultimate rejection of him would permanently destroy his relationship with Lleu. You can bet after Artos' death Medraut would be projecting all his daddy issues on Lleu.

At first Lleu would fight him ferociously, as he has fought him on anything. Soon these periods of rebellions would be punctuated by episodes of depression and suicidal ideation. But after a certain amount of time filled with struggle and punishments he would submit, or at least pretend to submit and bid his time until he saw a chance for escape.

The first months of imprisonment by Morgause would be pure torture for Lleu. Solitary confinement, sexual violence, attempted mindbreak, medical torture are on the daily schedule. Even if Morgause were to keep her word and release Lleu once she's finished with him, any man surviving this ordeal would only be a hallow shell of his former self. I don't think Morgause would be stupid enough to let the trueborn heir run around making alliances with powerful noble houses and kings beyond the sea while her bastard son is working hard to gain legitimacy and get the local lords on his side. Pretending to keep up her end of the deal, she would use a slow working poison on Lleu that builds up in his body until it kills him a few months after his release or the torture she has subjected him to would have taken such a toll on his body and mind that he would never be able to lead an army. BUT! That kind of scenario is too bleak for me that's why I'm moving to another! 😃

Remember how I mentioned earlier how Morgause views her son as an extension of herself and her nephew as an extension of her brother and how Medraut hurting Lleu would be as if she were to do the same things to Artos? I could imagine that Morgause would find Medraut's hypocricy endlessly entertaining. Her son condemns the incest between her and Artos (and himself) yet he lusts after his younger brother and is choking on his own jealousy just like she did. She would force Medraut to rape Lleu in order to destroy their bond, to rip his eyes open to the truth that they were both birds of a feather and make Lleu lose faith in his brother's goodness.

Medraut realizes if he continues to fuck Lleu he could spare him alot of pain. He is caught between a rock and a hard place. It's either him or Morgause. He doesn't really have a choice. If he calls Lleu to his bedchambers at night then he has ensured that Lleu is not alone and vulnerable to Morgause and Morgause would tolerate this kind of protection to a certain extend, because to her it's a sign of beautiful corruption that has taken root in Medraut's heart.

(and when Medraut and Lleu grow even closer she gets jealous of course.)

Maybe they have fucked up threesomes together and Lleu and Medraut bond over their shared trauma. If Morgause thought it would destroy their bond then she would be only partially correct. Something between them broke but the broken pieces were forced together incorrectly again and it changed them fundamentally. They are now closer than before. Observing how Morgause treats her son in private would give Lleu the chance to reflect on his past actions towards Medraut and emphatize with his situation. Although he would never excuse his crimes, he would feel very sorry that these things happened to Medraut and beseech him to be better than his mother.

Morgause wouldn't be succeeding in killing Lleu's spark of fighting spirit completely and it's mainly Medraut's merit for holding his protective hand over Lleu when he can. I don't think that Lleu would break in the same way as Medraut broke under Morgause's torture given that contrary to Lleu Medraut was given to Morgause as a child and lacked familial love, but he would develop some kind of stockholm syndrome/captive-captive bonding with Medraut where he yearns for his comfort but also has moments of explosive anger and emotional outbursts that manifest itself in physical violence pointed at Medraut. In an unguarded moment Lleu would stab Medraut with a fork and Medraut would respond the same way he always had with mockery, threats, another violation of his bounderies, drugs or withdrawl of help. They would be deadly towards each other if left alone for too long. It's Morgause's dangerous presence and Medraut's distate for her cruel machinations that make him take on the role of the protector again.

The following quote summarized their relationship very well:

The brothers enter a vicious cycle where Morgause hurts Lleu and Medraut rushed to his help and heals him, but he enjoys his role as the sadistic caretaker too much. Justifying doing things he shouldn't be doing, causing Lleu to either resign him to his fate or lash out in his hopelessness and suffer the consequences: Morgause's punishment and Medraut's inaction.

Some day when Morgause has tested something particulary nasty on Lleu, I can see Medraut offering himself up to Morgause from time to time to lessen Lleu's pain just like back then when he was becoming Morgause's test subject in the stead of the children of the servants that she'd been poisoning in pursuit of her research.

Lleu turning suicidal a few weeks after imprisonment would be another turning point for Medraut. I don't know if it would be enough for Medraut to help Lleu escape since he's aware the foundation of his power is Lleu's submission. He burned all bridges and cannot go back to his family. And if his father is dead or he is dead to him what is stopping Medraut from acting on his urges? Another reason why he might hesitate to let go of Lleu is that he is lonely and Lleu keeps him sane. Medraut letting Lleu go would mean accepting that they would see each other again at the battlefield and would have to kill each other. It'd be their last dance.

A way that could lead to this particular ending could be Medraut making occasionally bets and competitions with Lleu in exchange for something he wants, which could provide him with crucial information and guide him to his escape. Lleu's freedom vs total obedience would be their final bet with the highest stakes and perhaps Medraut would lose this one on purpose.

#I got a bit carried away hehe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა #the winter prince #medlleu #headcanons #tw sa mention #tw child abuse mention #question asked by yono in my dm's but the answer far outgrew the word limit

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hecula-propaganda · 7 months

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Now that I have my own sideblog, I can gush

Hecula canon Hecula canon Hecula canon <3

Love how awful it is <3 Dracula is a horrible abusive grooming bastard and now I'll have even more fun kicking his ass in CoD <3 Hector deserves all the love from Rosaly to heal <3

But there is so much room for interpretation here! I do genuinely believe Dracula grew fond of his General! The wording is too specific. And I love to imagine how his feelings are a mixture of "he makes me proud because he always obeys me and never disappoints me", "I made him, he's my creation, I turned him into something great", "he's so much like me, cold and efficient", "I raised him as my son and I watched him grow into a fine man", and maybe even "he reminds me of Leon". An absolute mess <3 of course, not enough to forgive him direct defiance, but still <3

And oh man the possessiveness! I imagine Drac would be grieving hard for Lisa and become extremely protective of his new beloved :) as in, "dare to look at my precious and I'll gouge your eyes out" protective :) as in, "leave bite marks all over his skin especially the thighs just to drive the point home to make sure everyone knows whom he belongs to" protective :) no one shall lay a finger on his boy :) only he can :) (and he sure does, because his boy is also very tough and well trained and he can handle him <3)

And Hector of course would care about the one person who gave him a chance to live, who gave him a role and respect and love and praise and all the things he craved as a child. And Hector gets intensely devoted when he loves :) he would give his life :) and oh man. Oh man does Dracula ask him to give him his life :)

It's an interesting relationship. I like to think about Hector's love and gratitude clashing with his natural pride, his desire for control and power, his realization that he's a human and he deserves to be treated as such, not a weapon. (this is the contrast with Isaacula, where Isaac genuinely sees himself as a thing to be used by his Lord)

also. they hot. and drac big. very important.

#hecula #original post #random #castlevania

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heard you weren't feeling too good so how about telling me all about your boys D and Rocambole from VHD for the character opinion bingo? (sorry if i got the names wrong i'm still new to this dsfskksd)

<3 you got the names right hehe

d!!! i LOVE love love d. as one of only three slash four commonly recurring characters in the entire series due to vhds status as incredibly episodic, he is quite literally everyones blorbo, and for good reason because hes amazing. however also due to vhd being written very carefully so as to not ever show what d is actually thinking, ever, at all, 90% of him is left up to interpretation, which breeds a completely insane amount of variety when it comes to opinions om him, and i think thats really lovely. my personal take is that hes largely apathetic to life in general -- much like rocambole (ill get to that), he doesnt particularly enjoy life but also has no intentions of losing his, unlike the sacred ancestor (his vampire god king manwhore mad scientist eugenicist openly suicidal incredibly obsessed really shitty father), and such... however i think one thing that is plainly obvious about d is that he is trying very hard to get all the money ever and win at capitalism. d kind of functions more as a vehicle for other characters to develop than develops himself, at least obviously so, which means you really have to read between the lines, but the fratricide arc (best 'arc' and only 'arc') is really good for implicit possibly unintentional d character development :) my favourite d characterisation moments are probably the "what have i imparted to you, my only success?" speech in armageddon, and "if youre going to regret something, dont do it in the first place" from on the night road. however! one thing i get very salty about regarding d is, due to the movies lacking the context for d's family issues and therefore almost the entire core of the books story, and also softening d a lot from his book horrible self, common interpretations from people who only watched the movies (which are good i swear) or dont respect the books (i understand not liking them, but respecting them is different) usually end up treating him like alucard 2, which is just... wrong. its wrong.

lord rocambole!!! my beloved glup shitto!! my favouritest little bastard that nobody else remembers or cares about!!! the most forgettable brother from the fratricide arc!!! the most half-baked brother!!! the most missed opportunity ever!!! the most obvious prototype character for what would later be valcua ever!!! this wont be as long as d's commentary because ive already rambled a lot about rocambole in other posts, but i adore him, i really do, hes my terrible wife. despite being known, apparently, as a "god of atrocity" and a born mass murderer, bastard son of the sacred ancestor (the only one of the 5 actually specified to be a bastard son which is crazy), hes... well, he's certainly nowhere near as bad as lawrence "death toll of 5 million+, chucked a planetoid at the earth, tortures people for fun" valcua, in personality and what we see actually described of him, but valcua certainly doesnt get such nasty titles. rocambole is woefully underdescribed, unlike valcua we're never told exactly what he did to earn his fate and moniker, and his personality and actions onscreen can actually read as respectable! hes polite, has no personal issues with d, and is scarily well-adjusted for a vhd character in his area, all things considered, accepting his inevitable death by the sacred ancestors degree in a way valcua simply couldnt, and etc. my favourite thing about him is how he acts as a kindred spirit of a kind to d: both not particularly wanting their life but also hating the idea of just giving it away for no reason, both knowing that they cant fight openly against the sacred ancestors will but still rebelling in every way they can just to make their own will known -- ive gone into more detail about that part specifically in another post. needless to say, i love rocambole :)

actually, ive seen a sudden boost in awareness of him recently, which is really really great -- ive seen people actually drawing him!! and since you follow me, youve seen my spam reblogs of said art, oops :p but it makes me really happy to see :)

#thank you <3 really

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bookish-actor · 1 year

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I feel a little silly now that Dracula Daily has ended. I'm so so glad I went on this journey, and that this was my first time reading it! And I cannot wait for next May when I get to read it again!!

But at the same time, I feel hollow. I usually have some sort of like reading crash after I finish a book, but this feels like moving away from a friend. Because they were my friends!

My Dear Friend Jonathan Harker and his passionate, unwavering love for Madam Mina, regardless of the hardships they faced reminded me so much of my own relationship with my wife. Even in modern literature, there are few couples I can think of off the top of my head that have seemed so real and so genuine in loving each other than these two. And we didn't even get to see them interacting with each other for the first few months!! The fact that they lived each other so much that they would hold hands as they walked, even though it was deemed "improper?" Jonathan's gift of his journal and Mina sealing it with her wedding ring? Her knowing when the correct time to open it was? The horror and despair on the night that Dracula forced Mina to drink his own blood, lest her husband be killed in front of her? The two of them finally getting the happiness and peace they deserve with their son? Absolutely beautiful.

And I love how Mina's intense love is such an important factor. It is because of her love that Jonathan fights tooth and nail to survive Dracula's castle to get back to her. It is because of her love that Lucy stayed alive for as long as she did, even if Mina didn't have all the knowledge or tools to fully save her. If she did, I know that Mina would not have hesitated to drive that stake into Dracula's heart instantly. I love how she pleaded with the men in her life to have pity on the souls of the vampires, as she now suffered that same damnation. When God himself turned away and could not stand them nor love them anymore, Mina did.

Arthur had the potential to be such a Sad Boy™, and would have every reason to be one, but he turned that despair into fire and refused to let anything stop their quest to avenge Lucy. This poor man lost so much in such a short amount of time, but refused to take it laying down. He knew he could not help much, but he was willing to throw as much money as needed to see this bastard killed once and for all. Yet, he also had the compassion to allow Jonathan the final blow. I cannot imagine how he drove that stake into his own heart as he did so to his would-be bride on their wedding night. He was a kind man and I hope that, genuinely, his new wife is as good to him as I'm sure he is to her.

John.... Even though a horrible horrible person to Reinfield, I'd like to think he learned from his mistreatment and is now working to better his asylum. Even if his only motivation is to be able to hear if anyone has any information on another monster, I hope some good comes of it. I do love, however, that he never despised Arthur for winning Lucy's love, nor did he think Arthur unworthy of it when he was unable to be there with Lucy. He never hated Lucy for not choosing him and tried everything in his power to save her, not in hopes that she would change her mind, but because he genuinely loved her, regardless of anything else.

I knew there was a cowboy in this story, but I did not expect him to win my heart so fully. He was a delight every time he was on screen, and I am so hurt that he is dead now. I keep remembering him just straight up leaving the meeting and shooting at the fucking bat without much explaination. He made me laugh the most and provided some good comic relief without detracting from the seriousness of the story. He was the glue that held everyone together and it warms my heart that the Harkers named their son after him.

Van Helsing is such an interesting character. I honestly wasn't expecting him to be here at all. I thought he was an addition from a later on, but oh what a delightful man!! He's cheery and tried to keep everyone's hopes up, but then confides in John what his true feelings are. He mixes up his words and rambles on, but he's such a kind character. I headcanon that his son was killed by vampires and that's what started this journey. When he has to kill Dracula's wives, his hand is stayed for a moment by compassion and love. His only solace in that moment is the look of peace on their faces as death finally takes them. He cares so deeply for every one of these characters and it's for the best as it strengthens him. Although it was a little annoying how long it took for him to explain everything, I entirely understand. He didn't want to scare everyone needlessly if the problem could be solved without telling everyone about vampires. And honestly, who would believe him? I know I wouldn't! He did the best with what he had and I can't blame him for that

Anyway this has definitely left a lasting impact on my life. I'm so happy that this is how I got to experience this book for the first time and I can't wait to visit all my friends again next year! I'm definitely planning on watching the Wholesome Filmtok guy's found footage Dracula movie now!! I can't believe it's over, and I won't get any more updates for another 6 months, but I'm so glad I participated! I feel hollow, but satisfied!

Until next year!

#dracula daily #my thoughts #oof what a year #thank you so much

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scalproie · 2 years

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bi-han for the ask meme? ^__^

So fun fact I rb'd that meme in hope someone would ask about Bi-han or let me have the opportunity to talk about Bi-han. So.

favorite thing about them:

He is kind of a pretty tragic character isnt he? His original story in mk1 has him dying just as he planned to turn his life around. Then nowadays he didnt even DID the horrible thing he gets killed for, he pleaded for his life with "That is not me!" in his final living moments, he was framed for it and you cant even fully blame his killer. And even when he DID do it, its just. The Lin Kuei is an awful place to grow up in, huh. ...

... BUT HES SOOOOOOOOO FUNNY ITS NOT ON PURPOSE BUT HE IS. HE IS HYSTERICAL. HE IS A A RIOT.

least favorite thing about them:

I love Bi-han I hate Bi-han actually I love Bi-han I just hate Noob "wasted potential" Saibot ACTUALLY Noob is so fucking hilarious I love Bi-han but actually I hate Bi-h

BI-HAN DESESPERATE FOR THE HOES (me) TO FEEL NORMAL ABOUT HIM

favorite line:

*heard you were talking shit* "Will not [kill me]? Or cannot?"

also *monologues to you in chinese even tho I very clearly spoke japanese, a language you actually understand, a few minutes ago*

brOTP:

will sound weird but. With Sektor. Now hear me out, Bi-han has no friends. But I think, out of the named original Lin Kuei, Tomas & Cyrax arrived later at the Lin Kuei, so for quite a few years of their childhoods, it was Bi-han, Kuai, and Sektor. And Bi-han was the best assassin in the Lin Kuei, and Sektor is the Grandmaster's son. So obviously those two hated each other I know it. But in his round taunt against Kuai, Sektor tells him "You shame Bi-han." , and of course theres multiple ways to interpret this but I THINK. there was some begrudging respect bewteen the two there. Fun to think of that.

But no for real the real brOTP is of course with his little brother. Their actual brotherhood is the core of their characters. I just wish we could. Gngngh. Yknow. Actually See it...

OTP:

so I was looking at everyone's round taunts in mk11 and against Skarlet, Bi-han had a line that said "You are like Sareena..." and then I got reminded of Sareena's cameo in mkx where she offered revenant Kitana help to escape Quan Chi "just as Bi-han aided me" and Kitana replied that she became too familiar with Bi-han and allowed emotion to corrupt her and Sareena said that emotion freed her. And then I got reminded of that dumb tone of voice he took to talk to her in mythologies, like he sounds so angry 99% of the game but oooh pretty lady shoves Quan chi to help him and hes like "Why did you saved me?🥺" and THEN I got reminded of the blooper when his costume breaks as hes catching her because shes been shot in the back. Idk its PAPER THIN but it CAN be cute. Not too serious about it but if you put a gun to my head to put Bi-han with someone, then Id say Sareena. I think she'd laugh at him too. goth4goth idk.

nOTP:

Not fond of bi-hanzo ngl. Literally how could I when almost every single flavor of the enemies-to-lovers dynamic is covered by (and more interesting with) hanzo and bi-han's own little brother kuai liang. Like my friend once said, sometimes two people hate each other and it's not even sexy, and as another one of my friend said, there is NOTHING funnier than a guy killing a dude and then that dude coming back to see that the guy who killed him is now dating his little brother. And it being okay because the dude who died is a massive asshole.

random headcanon:

oh I refuse to believe Bi-han alive was the same as Noob is now. Yes he was always a cunt, but really Quan Chi and the netherrealm did a number on him, if he even is himself at all. Im desesperate for them to confirm that Noob is barely Bi-han at all but like, something made with Bi-han's soul as a basis, which is why he is such a bastard (derogatory). Which would be why Kuai has such trouble at identifying Noob (all. Two times, I know hush) and keep on insisting that "Bi-han died long ago.". It will not happen but still... Also Kuai took Noob disowning him very badly if he held onto that grudge for like 25 years.

Also obsessed with him being a good bad big brother back then. Best intentions. Terrible terrible execution. Frustration building up and him then feeling immense regret when he acts on it. Him protecting as much as hurting and loving as much as looking down on his baby brother.

unpopular opinion:

I dont want him to be redeemed as he is now! As long as he keeps being mr. 2edgy4u and as long as they dont put the amount of focus needing on him and Kuai to make it... idk actually dramatic and tragic, well Im content with him being a jobber. As long as hes ironically funny and gets his ass handed to him.

song i associate with them:

I DONT HAVE A BI-HAN EXCLUSIVE SONG HELP

favorite picture of them:

mr. CEO😳 but fr he looks like the knife cat here

🥺Also see he has them too.🥺

and of course

#as wade once described. bi-han is like. a ferret. meant to be grabbed and swung back and forth #anyway #ask meme #tagging later #choco-foam #la-nay-ru #eldragon-x

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