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[mono-socke]

new episode of what will fips suffer through today? answer is: internalized homophobia

listen. I know what others may think, but I cannot be convinced that he's actually into girls. he talks about his 'bunnies' a lot, especially in his first song, but that's kind of the thing. he talks too much about them. it's not really convincing. like he's trying to overcompensate, or trying hard to make people think he's straight (maybe to convince himself of being straight too)

sure, klaus mentions girls too in his songs, but it doesn't come off the same way. he's pretty chill with himself (in comparison to fips) and I doubt he'd lie about who he's attracted to if being asked. but fips? buddy is trying hard to come off as straight. he probably hasn't even fully realized he's actually only into men

considering they were growing up in the 15th century, being gay was labelsd as a sin and people actually got killed for it. you bet that barely anyone came out on their own will. now, fips was already getting tortured by the nuns for having magic powers, you don't even want to know what might have happened if he had even thought about liking a man

besides, it's obvious that he wants to keep up this sort of macho personality (something like a stud). so obviously he has to like girls, right? that's what fips thinks. he's supposed to like girls, there's nothing else possible. (it is)

he doesn't even consider anything else might be possible. he had always liked girls and he still does. anything else would be absurd. his female fans are fawning over him, and he enjoys the attention. (but he never liked any of them back, not as a romantic partner and not as anything else)

the facade he keeps up in the videos is kind of just,, acting. to convince himself of being heterosexual.

[paulyenvol6]

Acting Out Of Love

Based on this request

Your husband Daemon and you have an ugly fight after which you don't speak to each other. Your children are quick to notice it though and come up with a plan to make you reconcile.

I loved this request and I had so so much fun writing this so thank you very much <3 Also, please feel free to send me your requests and tell me what you would like me to write

Contains: angst, fighting, fluff

Wordcount: ~5.67k

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You had your lips pressed together and head turned away.

Your hand gripped the edge of the table tightly, anger controlling your senses and you felt so heated that you just wished for a cold rain soaking your body.

"I said no, Daemon.", you hissed at him.

Your husband had his eyes closed as if he tried to calm himself but it clearly didn't worked because he pushed himself away from the wall against which he had rested and restlessly walked back and forth.

"And I'm asking you once again, why?! Why, y/n?"

You exhaled loudly and threw your hands in the air.

"Because she is too young. I can't believe I even have to discuss this with you. Visenya is 8 years old. Not old enough to climb on a dragon on her own. She can fly with you but she is not going to take off with Sirmai alone."

He rolled his eyes.

"Gods be good, y/n! Our daughter is made of fire. She belongs on that dragonback. It's where she is alive."

You laughed out madly and approached him with quick steps.

"Yes. I want her to be alive. And if she is on that dragon alone nothing can assure me that she'll get back on the ground alive."

Daemon shook his head and lowered his head. "Visenya claimed Sirmai, she is not going to get her in danger."

"But she is eight, Daemon! Saena was 10 when we first let her fly on Cloudchaser and Wyllam as well."

Your husband raised his chin and defiantly chewed on his buttom lip. "Visenya is tough. And she wants it too."

You threw your head back.

"This is so stupid, Daemon. I said no. I'm her mother and I'm not going to risk my daughter's life because you act irresponsible and emotional and without reason."

"Oh so I'm the bad father now, is that what you're trying to say?"

You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"No, but it in this case, yes. You're putting your honor as a Targaryen and as a dragonrider above Visenya's well-being."

Now it was Daemon who laughed and rubbed his tired eyes.

"I can't believe you just said that…"

He abruptly turned around and lifted his finger to point at you.

"I love our daughter as much as a father can love his child. But she is ready and maybe you can't see that but I can. I'm telling you, we should allow her to mount Sirmai."

You shook your head, trying to make your expression look as cold as possible.

"No, Daemon. I will not allow it and so it's not going to happen."

He exhaled loudly and shook his head in disbelief.

"And I can't believe you are always coming up with 'she's meant for it as a Targaryen'. Yes, the blood of the dragon runs in her veins but that doesn't mean that you can use that fact as a justification. She is still my daughter and as much as I respect Targaryen tradition, she is still half dornish and sometimes I have the feeling that you think of your side as superior and more distinctive."

He turned to walk away from you.

"This is stupid…"

You glared at him and narrowed your eyes. "No it's not, Daemon."

"It is and I have no desire to listen to any more of your childish outbursts. I'm going to bed now."

You watched him with flashing eyes as he hasted through your chambers but before he passed you you held out your arm to stop him. Your head hit his chest and his eyes shot down to meet yours.

"You will not sleep in here tonight," you whispered dangerously and Daemon frowned.

"You're not being serious, are you?"

But you remained persistend and gestured to the door.

"I am. I don't want you in here."

He grinded his teeth and his eyes twinkled and yet he did as you had demanded and was quick to leave your chambers.

Once he was outside you inhaled deeply and sat down on a chair. You closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to make your boiling blood calm down but it took you some time until you opened them and you were able to think normally again.

~~~~~~~~~~

You saw your husband again the next day for breakfast. Your children were playing by the fire surrounded by maids and servants and septas and when you entered Daemon was just reading a piece of parchment but lowered it when he saw you.

You on the other hand completely ignored him and didn't look at him for a mere second. You had decided to give him the silent treatment and just act like he wasn't there. So instead of giving him a morning kiss like you usually would have done you walked to your children and caressed your daughter Saena's dark hair.

Your children were a mixture of your husband's and your features. While Visenya, Wyllam and Meradith came more after Daemon and his Targaryen looks, your eldest daughter Saena and Orlyn had your thick brown hair and darker eyes and skin as their siblings. Meralith on the other hand was the pure image of her father. Silver straight hair, light eyes and the only difference to Daemon was her darker tan. The girl would soon turn 6 and you lovingly watched your children while ignoring your husband's presence.

Orlyn, your youngest just brought you a little dragon that his uncle had gifted him for his name day and pulled it through the air.

"I called him Aero, mother. And when I have my dragon one day I'll call him Aero too."

You smiled softly and caressed your son's shoulder.

"That's a name fit for a fierce dragon, my darling."

Your son smiled contendly and babbled something while shifting his attention to his toy again. You straightened up again now and walked towards the breakfast table, still not giving a glance at Daemon. He on the other hand watched your every move but when he realized what it was you were doing he lowered his head as well and folded his hands in front of him.

He was way too proud to give in and talk to you. He was pissed and hurt (even if he wouldn't admit it) but definitely wouldn't communicate with you about his feelings now that you seemed so indifferent. So his expression changed to cold as well and he leaned back in his chair grabbing the parchment once more and fixed his eyes on the letter beneath him. If you were to treat him like this he would play along.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next days you spent almost entirely ignoring each other. Of course you saw Daemon during the meals and when you spent time with your children but you didn't say more than necessary, never looked at him and especially never exchanged any sort of loving affection. You were stubborn and still furious and wanted him to feel that.

In your head Daemon had acted unreasonable and childish and you just hated it because you felt like he didn't actually listen to you. Why was it that you always had to keep a light head while he came up with dangerous ideas and plans and acted as if you were too controlling and scared. You weren't scared, you simply wanted your children to be safe, seven hells.

Daemon on the other hand was equally angry and couldn't understand your behaviour any better. To him, his suggestion was the perfect proof of his love to his children and he simply knew that Visenya would be perfectly fine on her dragon. He felt like you were controlling him and taking part in a piece of his family history that you just couldn't understand that well because you weren't a dragon rider yourself. Daemon was secretly hurt because in his understanding you were trying to claim that part of his identity and that translated in his anger.

And yet through all of his fury, he couldn't help but glance at you when you entered a room. Just like you also took care of him from afar, he had to make sure that you were alright, that you were eating enough and that you weren't overwhelmed with taking care of the children.

One time you didn't attend supper and Daemon had been worried when he found out that you had a headache. Everything inside of his screamed to approach you to take care of you but he couldn't get over his pride and he also wasn't sure whether you would even want him there.

So instead of visiting you, Daemon sent servants to your rooms every 10 minutes and ordered them to make sure you were fine and ask you whether you needed anything. In the meantime the prince walked up and down in his chambers and nervously nibbled at his nails. He hated this so much but what was he to do? He was a stubborn and proud person and remained angry with you. He certainly wouldn't be the first one to give and come apologizing.

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Four days after your fight, things shifted though because while Daemon tied his hair in the morrow there was a knock on the door.

A part of him hoped that it was you who finally wanted to discuss things but once he had ordered the person to come in the door slowly opened. He turned to see who it was and his face softened when he saw his daughters one by one peeking into the room. Daemon smiled gently and gestured them to come in. The three girls walked to their father who sat down on a chair and lifted his eyebrows at their careful and uncertain expressions.

"What is it, girls? You seem serious."

Saena, your eldest daughter nibbled at her thumb while glaring at her sisters.

"I-Is there something wrong?"

Daemon frowned. "What do you mean, darling?"

Now it was Meralith who stared at her father with big eyes and seemingly was sad.

"You almost haven't spoken to mommy yesterday. And the day before. And the day before," she mumbled and Daemon felt a little stitch in his heart.

He reached down to grab the girl under her arms and lifed her onto his lap. Then he caressed her silver hair out of her face and determindly looked into his daughters' eyes.

"Everything is fine, girls. Your mother and I have been very stressed the past days and sometimes there isn't a lot of time to talk to each other. But we cherish and love every second we get to see each other, alright?"

The only one who looked a little more relieved was Meralith on his lap but Saena and Visenya frowned and pouted.

"But it's never like that," Visenya claimed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You never talk to mother or kiss her or even look at her."

Daemon shook his head.

"I promise you that we have everything under control. In a few days there will be less things going on and your mother and I will have more time for each other again. You on the other hand – " He caressed his daughter's head. "Don't need to worry about anything."

Visenya sighed while Saena still looked suspicious but the three girls decided not to uphold the discussion any longer and told their father they would go in the gardens to play now. Daemon nodded feeling relieved and told them he would have to attend a small council meeting and reminded them of their lessons with their septa later.

What the rogue prince didn't know was that you just had had quite a similar conversation with your sons only a few feet away. Because Wyllam and Orlyn had knocked on your door even earlier. Orlyn with his four years was your youngest child and Wyllam had come to you with him because his brother had felt very anxious the past days because just like his sisters, he had sensed that his parents weren't on good terms with each other.

And so you had assured your sons that everything was perfectly fine, just as Daemon had your daughters. Of course you knew that you shouldn't lie to your children but this whole situation was already exhausting enough so you didn't additionally need your children to suffer from this. It was easier that way. Telling them that mommy and daddy were fine and they didn't have to worry about anything. And perhaps you would be. Maybe.

But Daemon and you didn't know that your children were way too smart to be tricked like that. They had left the both of you alone and pretended to believe you to some extent but once your three daughters had left Daemon's room and walked outside the castle to sit on a bench in the gardens Visenya looked at her older sister with a deep frown between her eyebrows.

"Do you believe father, Sae?" she asked and Saena thoughtfully bit her buttom lip.

"I don't know. I can't believe that we imagined this."

Tears were glistening in Meralith's eyes as she pulled at her sister's sleeve.

"I-I want mommy and daddy to love each other," she whimpered and Saena caringly wrapped her arms around the little girl.

"It's fine, Mera. They do love each other."

But then she turned to Visenya again.

"But if father says so we are to believe him. He says we shouldn't worry and maybe – "

But her sister crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I don't care what he says. I know that something's wrong."

Meralith stared at her other sister now and pouted.

"B-But no… Please Sae, do something."

Her eldest sister sighed and chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to say something when they were interrupted by their brother Wyllam who had sneaked up on his sisters from behind a tree.

"Arghhh," he made and Saena shrieked. "Oh Wyllam, stop it!"

Her brother laughed and held his stomach while Visenya angrily flashed her eyes at him.

"Not funny at all," she hissed.

Orlyn stumbled towards his sister behind his brother and as with his sister Meralith tears swam in his eyes. Wyllam turned to him and then sighed.

"He is sad all the time and I wanted to play with him but he didn't want to so I thought you could take him."

Visenya reared up in front of him.

"So you thought you could just bring him to us whenever he bores you?"

Her brother rolled his eyes and attempted to pat her head but the girl pushed away his hand.

"Relax, sister. You are… girls. You are better with emotions."

That made Visenya jump at Wyllam and her fists came down to hit him in his stomach.

"I make you feel emotions now, you little – " Saena came forward and wrapped her arms around her sister to pull her back.

"Oh stop it, the both of you."

Being older and stronger Saena was able to separate the fighting siblings and then once everyone was at calm again and Wyllam and Visenya only angrily glared at each other the eldest sibling kneeled down in front of Orlyn.

"What is it, little brother?"

The boy sucked on his thumb and stared up to his sister without bringing out a word.

Wyllam shrugged. "It's because of mother and father. He believes they are fighting because they haven't spoken that much and now his whole world has been destroyed."

He rolled his eyes and indifferently plucked an apple from a nearby tree which he examined closely for holes or worms.

"Oh Orlyn," Saena sighed and hugged her brother.

"I don't think there is reason to worry though," said Saena then. "We've spoken to father and everything is fine between them."

Visenya cleared her throat while her youngest brother looked from one sibling to the other.

"At least that's what he said. I believe that they have fought. It's always like this when they fight."

Saena shifted her attention from Orlyn to her sister. "What do you mean, always? They don't fight often."

Visenya rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I know. But when it happens they always ignore each other. Like today and the day before."

Saena tiredly rubbed her eyes.

"I mean… Maybe you are right after all. I sensed something as well but I thought now that father has claimed that we shouldn't worry…"

Wyllam had started to eat his apple but now that even his eldest sister doubted their parents' reassurances he also looked a little worried.

"I've taken Orlyn to mother in the morrow. He was so sad that I thought if we spoke to her, mother could calm him. But though she did, Orlyn remained panicky."

Visenya lifted her eyebrows. "You've spoken to mother? And she said that as well?"

Wyllam nodded. "Yes. She said that her and father were perfectly fine."

Saena put a hand to her lip and hummed to herself. "What should we do now?"

Everyone stared at each other as if they would find a solution in their sibling's faces but no one came forward with a suggestion. It was Meralith who opened her mouth first.

"I want mommy and daddy to love each other again," she whispered again with her eyes dropped to the ground.

Saena, who felt the most responsible and caring towards her siblings took a step towards her sister and pressed the girl's head to her chest.

"They still love each other even when they're fighting, Mera. They are just not talking at the moment but they are still in love, do you understand me?"

Saena kissed her hair and felt her sister nod slightly. So she pulled back, having made sure that Meralith was fine and questioningly looked around in the circle. Visenya cleared her throat and rested her hands on her hips.

"We should do something. Give them no choice but to talk to each other."

Wyllam agreed and nodded.

"We could lock them in the same room," he suggested, but Saena shook her head.

"That goes too far, brother. And how would you even do it? No, we have to come up with something else. Though I'm not sure if we even should interfere…"

Visenya rolled her eyes and walked back and forth.

"Of course we should interfere, sister. Otherwise they're never gonna speak again."

Her youngest siblings looked shocked at her words and fearfully stared at her with big eyes.

"Stop scaring them," complained Saena.

"She is not being serious," she then spoke to Meralith and Orlyn. "Of course mother and father are going to speak again."

Then the eldest girl sighed and looked at Visenya.

"Fine. Maybe we could try it. We should make them talk again."

Her sister nodded contendly and clapped her hands. "Perfect. I already have a plan."

Wyllam frowned. "You do?"

She nodded and pointed at Orlyn. "What is your favourite game?"

The boy widened his eyes and his gaze wandered over his sibling. "Hide and seek."

Visenya nodded. "Exactly. Mother and father will notice that Orlyn is feeling a little weary and sad. So he will go them, perhaps separately and tell them that he would love to play a round of hide and seek with the whole family." She smiled mischieviously. "And then we will manipulate the game so mother and father are in the same team. Then they will have no choice but to talk again and everything will be fine."

The girl smiled proudly and looked from Saena to Wyllam waiting for their admirations but her sister frowned.

"What if they don't have the time? Or they don't want to? Father said it himself, they're very stressed at the moment."

But Visenya shook her head and sighed. "You forget that this was only an excuse, sister. And Orlyn just has to be persistent with them."

"I can do that," her brother claimed and raised his chin.

Wyllam also thoughtfully hummed.

"But what if they won't talk? They can play the game with us and still just ignore each other…"

Visenya realized that he had a point and his sisters remained silent for a moment. Then it was Saena who shrugged.

"We could try it though, right? It's not a perfect plan but it's better than doing nothing."

Visenya nodded enthusiastically while Wyllam hesitatingly tilted his head but it was decided. Meralith and Orlyn were seemingly merely glad that something was happening to make their parents reconcile and so in the afternoon Orlyn shyly knocked at your door while your handmaidens were brushing your hair that always got so messy over the day.

When you saw who it was you smiled softly and sent away your servants. Your son still looked a little sad so you took him into your arms, lifted him and caressed his dark hair.

"My sweet boy," you purred while holding him closely to you.

Orlyn crouched against your neck which made you close your eyes simply enjoying the closeness to your youngest child.

"Mommy?" he then hummed against your neck after a while and you felt the vibrations in your whole body.

"Yes, love?"

"Can we play a game in the gardens? Please."

You sighed and drew your face in a painful smile.

"Oh Orlyn, it's really… I have so much to do…"

Your son pouted at you and you felt a little stitch in your heart at his dissatisfied expression. "Please mommy."

You chuckled at his dark puppy eyes that looked so much like your little sister's and suddenly you remembered the way she had looked at you as a child when she used to ask you to play with her and so you knew you couldn't refuse your son.

"Alright, sweetling. What do you want to play?"

Your son shrieked excitedly which made you deepen your smile and his hands grabbed your shoulders.

"I want to play hide and seek. With Meralith and Wyllam and Visenya and Saena."

You nodded and put Orlyn back to his feet. "Fine. As you wish, love."

And so the two of you walked out of your chambers and to the gardens where your other children were already waiting. You hadn't lied when you said that you had a lot of things to do, but when Orlyn had come to you earlier to ask about Daemon and you, you had sensed that your son was feeling a little worried and anxious, even after you had assured him that everything was the way it was supposed to be. And so you had decided to make some time for your youngest son to give him your love and affection and make sure he didn't feel sad and concerned anymore.

Now you stood with your children but just when you were about to ask them what teams each of you were playing in Orlyn excused himself. You didn't see the wink that was exchanged between your son and Visenya because their plan was it to get your husband now and in that way give Daemon and you no choice but to talk about your differences.

You didn't know that though and just watched your son haste inside the castle with a surprised expression but were quickly distracted by Meralith who showed you a bunch of beautiful flowers she had collected. You admired and complimented each of it and were leaned down to closely examine the flowers when suddenly your daughter shrieked and twitched. A bee had stung her on her arm and tears filled her eyes at once.

"Owww," she cried and you were shocked when you saw the sting starting to swell.

"Oh no no," you made and grabbed your daughter's arm to look at the sting. The girl cried in panic while your other children gathered around their sister.

"What is it, mother?" Wyllam asked, his voice thick with concern and you kneeled in front of Meralith.

"Saena, get the grand maester. Quickly."

Your eldest daughter looked equally shocked as your other children and swiftly ran off inside the castle.

"It's alright, sweet girl," you tried to sooth Meralith even though you felt really scared yourself. Her whole arm was swollen by now and your daughter looked pale in her face though you weren't sure if it might be caused by her shock.

"Everything will be fine, Mera. Just look at me and breathe."

You had to keep a clear head and clam your children who all nervously wandered around and Wyllam had started nibble at his thumb, a habit he had since he was a young boy.

"Mother, what's happening? It looks so scary," he asked.

You caressed Meralith's shoulders and tried to breathe steadily.

"It's just a bee sting. Saena will be back soon with the grand maester and then everything will be fine."

Your daughter's cheeks were coated with her tears and you just prayed that your words would turn out to be truthful. And then finally your eldest daughter returned, old grand maester Simon hasting behind her. He was breathless and held his chest as he kneeled down in front of your daughter.

"Oh gods be good. What happened here?" the old man asked and Meralith's lower lip trembled.

You took a step back to let Simon take a look at the sting and wrapped your arm around Wyllam and Visenya. Anxiously you bit your lip and waited while watching the grand maester doing his work when there was suddenly someone else entering the gardens. You had totally forgotten about Orlyn and the fact that he had mysteriously left the scene to get back to the castle but now your son walked out with Daemon.

All of a sudden there was a tightness in your throat and you felt the need to cry and just hug your husband. He narrowed his eyes when he understood the scene and hurried to Meralith who was still crying.

"Darling! What happened?"

It wasn't you who answered although you wanted to. Simon explained it to Daemon while your youngest frightened son ran to you and pressed himself to your legs. You petted his hair while you watched Daemon talking to his daughter with his eyebrows drawn together. His hands held hers tightly and then you head Simon speak again.

"First she should go to bed now and rest. I'll bring the medicine that she might require."

And so your husband picked your daughter up from the ground and carried her inside with Simon following close behind. For a brief moment Daemon and your eyes met and all he could see was the worry and angst on your face. Then they were inside and as much as you wanted to hurry inside too to by at your daughter's side, you had to calm and be there for your other children now.

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And that you did. You stayed with Orlyn, Wyllam, Saena and Visenya by the fireplace, read them from their favourite books and assured them that their sister would be fine.

It had gotten late and soon Wyllam expressed that he was tired and wanted to go to bed so that was what you did next. It took some time bringing each child to their rooms, covering them up with their blanket (the only exception was Visenya who insisted that she was old enough to do it herself), wishing them a good night and promising them that in the morrow they could see Meralith.

It was the hour of the owl when Saena drifted off to sleep and you sighed as you left her chambers. Your plan was to finally look after Meralith but just when you were about to enter her rooms grand maester Simon opened the door and put his finger to his lips.

"Shh. She has just fallen asleep."

He closed the door behind him so you didn't have a chance to peek inside the room.

"How is she? Please, I need to see her."

Simon looked pitiful as he shook his head.

"She is fine, my lady. She will be fine. But you shouldn't disturb her now, it has taken hours until she was calm enough to drift away to sleep."

You exhaled bitterly. Everything was just so overwhelming and the worry about your daughter restricted the air coming to your lungs.

"Fuck," you breathed because you had held back your emotions all evening and now all you wanted was to see that Meralith was fine and not even that you could do.

"I'm sorry. But she needs her rest, I recommend you come and see her first thing in the morrow."

You nodded though you felt disappointed and sad. Simon bowed his head and then turned to walk away from you. You were left feeling cold and lonely and in desperation. You inhaled a few times and then unwillingly returned to your chambers.

Once you were there you felt empty and numb but knew that you wouldn't be able to sleep now. You wished you could fall asleep next to your daughter because you were certain that her presence was all you needed right now to be calm. Knowing that you were denied that, you walked up and down in your chambers so close to tears but they just wouldn't spill for some reason.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door and absently you called "Come."

Only after the words had left your mouth did you realized what you had done. You couldn't bare the presence of anyone who was not Meralith right now and you wanted to slap yourself for not thinking before speaking.

But when the door opened your eyes rounded and it felt as though a weight dropped from your heart.

Daemon stood in the door watching you with tired eyes that in an instant made a warmth spread in your body. The lump in your throat seemed to somehow increase in size and now you felt that the tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

You saw him gulp and then walk towards you and without speaking a word Daemon wrapped his arms around you. You held him equally tightly and for a moment you felt so relaxed and at calm that you forgot every worry or concern and the comfort of his body so close to yours made a few tears escape your eyes.

"She'll be fine, y/n," Daemon hummed against your hair and you nodded against him.

"Yes. Yes, she will be."

Then you pulled away from him but still had your hands on his shoulders.

"Did you see her? Is she in pain?"

Daemon smiled softly and caressed your back.

"I did see her. She was scared, but… no, she wasn't in great pain."

Then he pressed you against his chest again so you felt the warmth of his body and now you realized how much you had missed him these past days. Gods, how had you done it? How had you survived without laying next to him at nights, without smelling his familiar scent?

"I'm sorry, y/n," he now whispered against your ear and your thumb soothed his collarbone.

"Me too," you said and then once again pulled back to watch your husband.

"I know that all you did was act out of love for Visenya. I'm sorry for what I accused you of and I know that I perhaps was too hasty and I… I didn't think about what I was asking of you," Daemon stuttered and you smiled softly.

"And I shouldn't have said that you were acting like a bad father. I know that you're not."

He grabbed your hand while watching you with these puppy eyes that immediately made you melt.

"I know that you're right. Our daughter should always be safe and I-I don't know what possessed me. There's nothing wrong with waiting another year until she will mount her dragon and I want her to be safe too. I just… I guess I just felt hurt hearing you speak about how dangerous it is to be on dragonback. It felt like you thought of dragonriders as ridiculous and imprudent. And then... I thought you were trying to take this part of me and my identity away. And then maybe I was scared that you would never allow Visenya to mount her dragon and that made me act irrational and emotional. Gods… I know that it was so childish of me to come forward with this idea and stubbornly insist on it."

He kissed the back of your hand and then you reached up to hold the side of his beautiful face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to feel you like that. And I know that you acted out of love as well. I know that you're proud of your family and your traditions and I respect that so much, love. I know that you want Visenya to carry this tradition as well and share it with her and just like you, I can't wait until she will. I don't think of dragonriders as imprudent. I think of them as fierce and brave and I know that Visenya will do an amazing job."

His eyes lovingly looked into yours and he squeezed your hand tightly.

"Thank you," he merely spoke and then you leaned forward to kiss Daemon on his lips.

That night you didn't throw out Daemon. That night you didn't feel cold or lonely.

That night you held your husband tightly with his arms wrapped around your back while your hands were buried in his hair. You both knew that it would probably get way too warm in the night because a thick blanket was additionally covering the both of you but you didn't care. All you wanted was to feel Daemon again and so you drew patterns on his scalp while the both of you drifted away with your thoughts.

"I love you, y/n. So much."

You smiled with closed eyes. "I love you, too, Daemon."

And then you fell asleep with your last thought being that you promised yourself you would never let such a stupid fight get between you.

[adkawariatka]

Part 5 friendship expert

Lately, Damian thinks a lot about strays: dogs, cats, birds, humans.... What is a synonim of someone homeless if not a stray. If you can adopt stray kitten or puppy why not a human? Father did that with Todd and it tured out well... at last to the moment until he died. But Danny is alive and he is not claimed by anyone. Grayson would call it "dibs". On top of that Damian already considers Danny his, and what belongs to him stays his forever that's what Grandfather taught him. He has no idea if its proper thinking for "normal" civilians but he feels that it's right in his situation. Danny is alone, malnourished and without proper roof over his head. Even if he never said it out loud he knows that he is homeless, lack of food, clothes and any kind of supervision from adults indicate that. The fact that he wears almost only old clothes of Drake, that he brought for him, speak volumes about his material situaton. Damian reguraly tries to implement Drakes advice and invites Danny for dinner over and over. He always gets refusal but Damian is many things but surrerending. Apart from that Danny is also just scared. He knows how someone terrified looks like and Danny's persistend controls of his surrourandings speaks volume about his past experiences. There is also the way he moves... like cat that is ready for an atack at every moment...it remainds him greatly of how Waynes move.... like fighters.

Damian is 10 years old knows little about social skills but he can easly recognise a warior and the overcoming fear in Dannys eyes every time he sees someone dressed in white. He will get to the bottom of it but slowly and gradually. Damian is not going to spook away his first and only friend.

okay that it for today I had a plan for more but I got carried away in feelings. this one is shorter because tumbler told me that I used too many words. it is actually still part 4 but I decided that posting Part 4 vol 2 would be weird. Next part we will come back to the action. it kind of turned out to be a little bit of a filler but I really wanted to include Damian's and Danny's perspectives. beside I am a sucker for possessive-over-his-family Damian so here he is

[dvdmitri]

In fiction, zombies can be roughly divided into Sci-Fi and Magic.

Sci-Fi Zombies are corpses reanimated by pretend-scientific means, i.e. T-viruses, Chemicals X, and such. Generic specimens tend to attempt realism. The bodies need to be relatively fresh or well-preserved, the brain damage/removal rules are usually in place.

Magic Zombies are corpses reanimated by magic. Duh. Rules tend to be more relaxed, cause, well, it's magic. If I had to name one persistend rule it would be the way those zombies tend to be thralls, following orders of a necromancer, as opposed to mindless devouring Sci-Fi hordes.

So it's peculiar to see some Urban Fantasies mix the rules. Magic Zombies don't have to need an intact brain or even a head. But for some reason, they can be stopped dead in their tracks with a shotgun blast to the face.

Looking at you, Dresden Files.

[ko-existing]

It's like everytime someone says "see for yourself and you know the answers" people completely ignore that and still want a manual like we're inside a technique-methody concept. Everytime, the answers don't change, they're the same. So, If you (plural) disregard every post and every answer, this might not be for you and if you're so persistend on it, why not go to other concepts of XYZ if that's what you're lookng for instead of going in the same repeated circles ?

Asks -> Gets an answer -> asks again

Tells you to see directly you're not a person -> rejects that, doesn't see for themselves, completely misunderstands and continues to ask about a person and a world

? is it getting anyone anywhere?

" The INFINITE experiencing itself as the finite. The unchanging experiences itself as changing things. "

" because surprise it's you making up concepts for experience, "THAT" playing with "THAT", pretending to forget its true nature just to experience fully the illusion "

What if we want to experience illusion that we want? We never want this undesired illusion in the first place like if you satisfy with illusion as Cassandra go ahead but some don't enjoy being 'Cassandra' even they hate their body their gender transgender is not enough for them

If you understand that everything is "THAT", all those questions dissolves, as your questions contradicts this understanding

It answers itself

If it's an appearence, what are you accepting and settling for? It was never here

[diejosiegururosie]

Your Body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul. -charlie chaplin #ejaevG #josierie #ovwvbasel #motivated #persistend #truewords #keepitthight #beautiful #strong #donttakemykindnessforweakness (hier: Switzerland)

[sarehime]

I want to talk about my fic of Seolhyeok and Seolja.

Well, in the beginning Seolhwa and Dokja were in highschool. Dokja was a gloomy nerd and Seolhwa is a top student loved by everyone altho all of her weirdness. She is a plant lover and loves to think a lot, I mean she can mind everything that is interesting for her. Dokja was also one of the thing she interested in. She wanted to be his friend and persistend about that. Well, she didn't have to work about that, she was become his friend after some struggles. They developed some feelings for each other.

Dokja was so pessimistic. He thought he doesn't deserves someone like Seolhwa. A gloomy nerd who loves a certain novel. He thought if he could be Yu Junghyeok, the pratoganist from his fav novel and his fave character of all time, he could be with Seolhwa because he was so strong. He doesn't let the bullies to bully himself and others, he can protect his mom from his father, he can protect his lover, Seolhwa... This thoughts occupy his mind a lot and after some time he started to write a fanfic about Junghyeok and Seolhwa. (So in this story, Seolhwa is his OC)

He hid the fact from Seolhwa that he writes a fic about her and Junghyeok. While these happens, his mom killed his father (the truth he killed his father). After that the bullies increased against him at school. Seolhwa was the only one who protect him. But he was distanced himself from Seolhwa because he felt immense guilt. The bullies'd started to aimed at her but not had enough gut to mess with her completely, yet. After a certain accident, he confessed to Seolhwa that the one who killed his father isn't his mom but him. He was afraid that Seolhwa started to hate him after hearing it but what he expect didn't happen. Seolhwa tell him, if his mom takes the fall then he should let her be. She said he wasn't a murderer but her mother. So, she manipulated him to make him think he isn't really a murderer.

But his sense of guilt wasn't wiped out completely. He still thought he doesn't deserve her. So he started to obsessed more about his fic. Because the novel and his fic are the only way of the escape from reality.

Seolhwa confessed her love to him after a while...

More coming soon, I am tired to write lol

[shieldagentnatasharomanoff]

Golden Days - Circus AU

The sunlight streamed down towards the circus ring, golden tendrils illuminating spots and drawing patterns of light into the sand. She was working the wire, about eight meters in the air, no safety net attached. She didn't need it. Natasha had come to the circus about two month ago in the middle of their summer tour as a stage hand but they soon discovered that the girl had incredible controle over her body and impeccable balance. Soon she was practicing and actually performing on the tightrope. The redhead could feel sharp, watchful eyes on her back. Now it was late August and the days started to slowly turn gold, even though it was still warm. Natasha had a target, someone she needed to find and wipe from the surface of the earth. Traveling with a circus helped her cover and while she prefered to be alone she'd come to like a few of her colleagues. She twirled over the the wire, jumped and let herself fall,hooking her legs around it and hanging upside down, all of a sudden, meeting a fellow performers eyes. "How long have you been standing down there?" She asked, a small smile on her face. "You know, it's rude to stare." Her feet found safe ground,effortlessly walked back towards the podium and slid down the ladder, meeting the archer on the ground. "I hope you came to invite me to scout the fair grounds. I'm pretty sure I will die of boredome if we don't find something to do." Over the last two months they had become sort of friends. Clint didn't press her for information or stories on her past life and was scarily persistend in not leaving her alone. Natasha listened to everything he liked to talk about when others had long given up. They made a pretty good team and over time a comradery had emerged between them, but when he stepped towards her and the light struck just right she had to swallow and couldn't help but smile. Clint had this irritating habit of making her smile all the tiime.

"So what do you say?"

@pizzadogssidekick

[askthetoppatclan]

I have a little tip to deal with the mean anons. You should ignore them. Now, I know you're probably going to think something along the lines of "But if I ignore them, they'll only get more reckless!", but hear me out. You see, these anons are kind of like a cat playing with a mouse (and not in the friendly way). If the mouse squeaks, the cat will keep on playing with it, it's funny, it's making noise! However, if the mouse shuts up, the cat will soon lose interest. So stop squeaking <3

I tried that once, believe me, and you know what happened? They gor really persistend and sent the same ask 10 times, sometimes 20 and just worded differently. Sometimes they got even angry and insulted me because I dont take their questions.

Trust me, I am far away from posting everything I get on this blog, but being quiet hasn’t helped me in the slightest.

[sonofshin]

”What do you see in a human, young one? They are so frail.”

Leng Yun looked up at the star forger. His expression rife with various answers, none of which he dared speak into existence.

What did he see in a human? His human? He knew why he liked Yasuo. The man had been nothing but patient with him from the very beginning. Even though their initial meeting and growing closer together had felt incredibly rough and Leng Yun had gotten frustrated with the both of them more than once, Yasuo persevered. Against all logical reason and odds, they ended up together. By now, the ronin even returned the ‘I love you’s Leng Yun tended to throw his way.

The dragon sighed, mulling over his words.

It was a terribly good question. One he had asked himself numerous times. And every time, he felt his stomach twist in the acknowledgement that he, himself, was still so young and had not yet accustomed to the difference between his lifespan and that of a human. Yasuo would grow old and die, while Leng Yun would keep his youthful appearance and live to... Heavens knows how long exactly. Just like Ahri...

But, despite that, Leng Yun’s answer always ended up being the same thing.

“He accepts me.” He replied. “He treats me like a person, rather than a title or status. He respects me, calls me out, accompanies me. He remains by my side, aides me. He has taught me many things. Thanks to our time together, I see many things from new and different perspectives. I owe the man a lot.”

“I know humans are frail, fickle beings. But they are also persistend, focused, and so full of life and energy. They are creative, hardy, constantly searching to reach more within their short span of time. I admire that in them, and in him. He has gone through hardships that would wipe the smile off anyone’s face, that is what makes it so special when he does it, and makes me feel so good when I know I caused it. It is because he is so frail that I enjoy sticking by him.”

That, and the physical aspects, as well. But Leng Yun would not easily divulge that information.

[t-rina]

Beautiful Janeway moment’s in season 1, episode 5 “The Cloud”

Her longing for coffee

the excitement about the animal guide and her looking forward to meet it!

And then her actual animal guide!!!

HAND GESTURES (i know they are always there but I just happen to love them)

how persistend she is to heal the nebula creature <3

giggles on the holodeck!

Chakway eyecontact <3

Her crushing pool <3

THE EYEBROW!

[soulsborne-pilled]

Remember how in Loveater Ladybug said she can't love Chat Noir?

Now imagen Chat being a little more persistend and asking her why.Ladybug keeps insistig that she just can't.

At one point it turns into a heated argument and Ladybug just yells at him what happend with Chat Blanc and how she can't bring herself to fight Chat again.

Then Chat Noir goes silent amd lots of tears are shed by both of them.

Chat actually agrees that if Chat Blanc happening is a possibilty he'll try to move on.

So then things go like in canon up untill they get to Andre's.Adrien is watching Marinette closely which Mister Sweetheart's icecream notices and tells Adrien to go for it.(Which he wants to do but then Heart Hunter comes in and Adrien,Kagami and Marinette each run into another direction.

Then canon goes the same up untill Marinette looks for Fu (she obviously doesn't find him).Then guess who's standing there out of breath because he was trying to find her?Adrien "Maybe you're not just a friend" Agreste.Marinette still breaks down but this time in front of Adrien.Since Adrien knows how it is not to be able to be your true self he comforts her because he's a good bean.So now when the wasps come Adrien orders Mari to find shelter so he can transform(mysteriously Ladybug jumps into the water just a few seconds after him...weird right?).

So things go like in canon except the last scene.Marinette finally gave Adrien the Beret.Later on they get icecream that resembles the other one,don't @ me.They sit down next to eachother and Adrien finally understands Marientte is definitely more than just a friend.

Then Adrien gathers every bit of Chat Noir confidence and turns to her and gives her the speech we had from Chat Blanc and then boom,these lovestruck dorks finally kiss and the crowd cheers on!

On patrols Ladybug starts gushing about her boyfriend and Chat Noir about his girlfriend.

Adrien and Marinette are happy,Ladybug and Chat Noir became an even better team and everthing is fine and nothing can go wrong.

A happy end!

...Right?

[love-on-your-wrist]

I wanna chop all my hair off :’)

You will! You must be persistend about it to your parents, get some good arguments, definitely ask what is wrong with chopping your hair off and ask what is wrong with looking like a boy (bc parent will say that. Always a lame excuse. Like, get more creative my dudes??) Get someone on your side, or go to the hair salon with your friends whem you have enough pocket money

I am 100% positive that you can do it, and even if it's gonna be hard to convince yo parents, know that we believe in you! You are a handsome handsome man and we love you! A lot!!

Just hang in there! 🖤🖤🖤

[usagi-mitsu]

5 questions for writers

i got tagged by @frostmantle, tthank you so much!! :D <3

Tagging... well... anyone who wants to! And if you would like to, dear @stars-bleed-hearts-shine and  @aethernoise? How about it? :)

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why?

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write?

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

answers beneath the cut!

1. Do you have a favorite character to write? Who and why? 

Good lord - yes!!! I love writing Alisaie. She is the most snarky, self-confident, powerful and intelligent brat I ever encountered. She is the only one that can put the WoL in their place and she will never hesitate to do so! They are with their friends? Done. The WoL fucks up in public? Come on, she loves that. The leaders of the eorzean Alliance are standing next to them, waiting to continue planning a battle? Do you even have to ask? But on the other hand, she has that deep compassion, she cares, she loves and she truly fears for her friends and allies. She would go on and die for them, if she had to to protect them. But while being confident and snarky and what not, she is still a woman and she feels deeply. And her outbursts are how she shows it. And how she shows, that she sometimes feels helpless in the face of the enemy (see: the level 78 quest after Innocent - that is the Alisaie I love). Also: She is the best excuse to give Alphinaud one hell of a time XD

2. Do you have a favorite trope to write? Or one you want to write? 

It’s not my favorite, but I am really good at angst. I think that might be because I was a mix of an Emo, Goth and literal bouncing ball as a kid. Also: having read a multitude of angsty fanfics as a teen helps. So I mix my talent for angst with what I love second best: Romance. And thats how I write my heartbreaking stories, where two people deeply in love just cannot be together. Or get torn apart. Or watch each other die. And so on. When writing this, my heart breaks - it literally aches. And that feeling is beautiful. And if I can make the reader feel similar? That’s even better. But I’m not a masochist. I cannot stand prolonged angst. Which is why my favorite thing to write is an angsty love story with a happy end. Something, where the protagonists have to earn their happy ending. And that’s maybe because I have resigned to the fact, that that’s not how it works in real life. At least in my stories, hardships and failure and being persistend will pay off, no matter what.

3. Share your favorite description you’ve written?

Stay, I Pray You - it’s literally a description of Garlemald, it’s history and it’s defectors internal turmoils, while the FFXIV Write 2019s prompt #24 Unctuous is my personal wet dream of what the Ala Mhigan royal palace and a meeting with Zenos could have been. Well. I’m not gonna gush over him now. But to be quite honest: I don’t really feel like any of my descriptions ever is adequad. So picking out what I think I did best, is not that easy...   

4. Share your favorite dialogue you’ve written?

... there are too many. I love the exchange between the Exarch and the WoL in Marry me. - it’s so tragic and (pleaes see Nr. 2) just on brand for me. But my crowing piece of written dialogue might be my entry for 2019s FFXIV Write - prompt #26 “Slosh”. Writing it was suprisingly easy and I feel like I captured the alliance leaders quite well - even Aymeric. (Also, literally any interaction between Bolt and Sarada in my very old story Finding Papa. I feel so guilty for never having finished it.)

5. Scene you haven’t written, but want to?

This is like... really basic, but I really really want to write a scene with Ser Aymeric. I have tried before. But I just cannot get the hang of this man. He is so hard to write. And everytime I try, I end up scrapping it (well - not really, more like, never letting it out of my one drive). I wrote and published a cringy AU version of the negotiations before the Gimlyth Dark. I wrote a 15 pages long reaction of my WoL to him getting stabbidy stabbed and her getting more than just emotional over it and watching over him, as he sleeps. It just never felt right. So what I want to say is, that I want to write a scene between my WoL and Aymeric, that doesn’t feel cringy and OOC to me, but isn’t so personal, that I would not publish it. Also, dearest @frostmantle knows about one or two of my ideas for an origin story of a WoL. I really want to write that. :D

[diejosiegururosie]

Lovely Friends. #saturday #ejaevG #josierie #motivated #disciplined #persistend #mermaids #happygirls #curlyhair #curls #ovwvbasel (hier: Basel, Switzerland)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“And quiet painted loud shall she calm, a meek”)

And quiet painted loud  shall she calm, a meek seems, the crowbar  in your cares to the sweet body  like a half to me, and will  not say that, is in the blushing  the has died to a mans own.  She is Lord and pain       gone him to  should in hand hung roguishable; slakes a 

manly Palm, a Tyran grown. and the  crackd up his growes: Then to the  budded brough Streets she doctor says, Is  this, and ever leapt fiercenesse, with  his blest my way a passage  is burial elms, Would less neck, her days  of womanhood will take palace. but as  trode; from me, whatever home. Shall I 

do not greaves for a centre pleasure? And  to scold, nor seemd full lie— Anthea, my  loue to see her flowers brere, and shrieking  its other mine would I climb the will  turn of pianos, chaste in  eternity; or thine amends  foreverend pitchen, in my own beholding  strange of itself wild me of tears would its 

good whit disappeach the milkwhite  ravine, to pretty birth and me, which  of into the mars to  my own. The head, sunny walls to  be seen rising was I swallows  down from the tame the darling by  wounds whisperd interpretend that pink waves wild with  all the light. And as I 

have to tower: but scantly snow times a  waste her still of loves without the  leanes alone, so I swallows murmuring of  all raimented light and fixing stained with  once a pencil in your feet, bleeds  no others can be: the wildly and  red like one that yours on which  thyself may nor shaw, in evry day not seem 

a moment, and, lived on dimmd; and  forbid hate tyrd without to  my doorknobs gleaming rush and ivy dun round. A  mockery top, ill troop of Beres my lips  to each check, the press soule, that niplet  on her ee? An she was  on the valley; let this piteous day;  low on then truly shoot my door—tis self-reverent 

dancd and are hung with many  day, a hill on Marlborough another, restine  love is lips; he spoke it strangerous eyes,  the stept— the wave in thee to  cutte therein welth, she reader, priuate fault, seems to  entangled the same radio persistend  with them, until those swell; such as  death finds herself she gates across the passed 

me, an abbot, squint eyes his most though rusty  prince you must face I could take they suppliants me ere  slain: were the will fifty shoulder in  plain under and waves in loves back to  leaues in the reader, who down, heart— and  thyself, and the name on, and  new; when for you heard man with  the moon was well d.