#I don't know what meowmeow means

[nasa-real]

nasa is so mewomeow :3 omg you replied.to.my other asks YIPPIE. also also what's your favorite star? my favorite's sirius and polaris !!

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mine is wasp-12 b! I like the funky egg shape

[rzyraffek]

I have a request! Can you do Eddie gulskin,brahms hellsire and Billy lenz (idk I'd you do the twins from outlast but if u do them to if not is chill) with a S/O who has an anxious attachment style?

- like there s/o asks If they hate them and kinda follows the characters around like a shadow!!:>

Ong! I love it!! This s/o is so me😭 also why i got 3 eggie gluskin requests at once i never even played outlast! But he seems like goofy fellow!

They/them, sfw, mostly meowmeow fluffy. Requests are closed for now due to huge numbers in my inbox

Slashers with s/o who has attachment issues

Billy Lenz

Oh me oh my they are sure something else

He is the one that usually walks behind his parnet like stray cat so he doenst really know how to react?? Especially if s/o asks him stuff "do you like me?" And is clearly worried about Billy abandoning them. Billy will be like ??? Bestie why would you even think like that!! S/o is great he would never!

He stares at them when they sleep, like it would help him figure out how to feel them more loved

Pls dont vent to him tho! He cant take this type of stuff sirously

Eddie gluskin

😳😳

His guy will blush so hard

When they fallow him, his ego will grow so much! Oh darling what you worried you'll get lost? Huh o- well of course i love you! Your my wife!!!

He can spend as much time with them as possible! As far as they don't mind gory backround and screaming people

Like somone acually cares about him?? Frfr?? With consent?? Gee didnt know s/o was chill like that

Once he found them crying in one of hospital beds, he though somonr attacked them but when he realised they were worried about him, Eddie promised to him self that he will never leave them

Asa emory

Bbg wym??? He spends huge amount of money on them and they still think he doesnt like them??? I mean yeah he spends a lot of time away but like😔😔no no s/o you cant go with him to his workplace nono its too gory for ur lil mind

Alrightttt if they ask him nicley he might allow them to sit in his saferoom there for few hours. But dont try to explore this place pls!! S/o gonna explode in real time irl if they leave saferoom(agressive escape room)

Also if they ever feel bad, he has few dogs so im sure s/o can vibe with doggos if they feel bad

Bro asa really doenst know how to make them understand HE LOVES YOU PLS TAKE HIS MONEY AND DOGS AND STOP BEING SO SAD OML

Brahms Heelshire

Vice versa

This guy sometimes doesnt sleep at night because hes worried that they accualy dont love him, and they are just too scared to leave

But his worries fade away as soon as they snuggle to him while sleeping

He would love s/o that fallows him around!! He has attachment issues too!

Oh please dont worry love! He totally loves them

[just-some-random-blogger]

The Sweetest Tears

[Waiting For A Lifetime III] Part 1 2 3 4 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Tears are only sweet if it is you that is being cried about.

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: welcome my meowmeows today we die- i i mean dine 😃 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @pearlstiare @llovinjoonie @sabrina6272827 @ayamenimthiriel @comicsol1999 @fictionalcomforts @mirandastuckinthe80s @mooniesyubi @cookielovesbook-akie @panagiasikelia @mlwriting5 @bibli0thecary @ateliefloresdaprimavera @margaglitterdeath @fan-goddess

Viserys was following the sounds of moaning when he entered the room. He stops in his tracks. He looks at his brother, hunched over, head in his arms, arms on the bar top, bar top littered with bottles and one lone cup, then to his wrist, checking the time on his analog clock.

"Daemon," he calls out, voice echoing in the empty room, "it's past your bedtime, boy."

The king walks over to his passed out brother, sighing as he does. Once he is before him, he pats his back and pulls him upright, "that's enough of that, Daemon."

Daemon rouses as he is lifted up. His eyes were closed as he found semblance of consciousness. He mutters, "kepa?"

Viserys freezes.

"Let me go," he complains in High Valyrian, sluggishly struggling out of Viserys' grip, "I'm not done!"

"You're past done," the elder Targaryen grunts, hands on both Daemon's shoulders. He turns his head away when he smells the rank smell of alcohol in his younger brother's breath.

"Ziry pālegīon nyke ilagon nyke, kepa," the prince slurs, gulping tightly, as tears slowly leave his shut eyes, wetting his already damp cheeks.

He's been crying?

"She turned you down?" Viserys repeats his words in common tongue. Daemon's head heavily rolls over his shoulders. The former releases a breath, "well, at least this woman you like has some sense."

"It's all that cunt's fault!" Daemon squeezes out with a strangled breath, "fucking Viserys."

The king purses his lips. He hums, ready to simply say what he need to pacify his drunk brother, but he does not have the opportunity to.

"She knew he'd bitch about it and said she could not wed me."

"Then she's-"

"I don't fucking care if Viserys thinks I'm fucking crazy, that fucker! I don't care if the whole fucking world thinks I should go to an asylum!" he grits his teeth tightly, screwing his eyes in the same manner as he annunciates each curse word tightly.

"I want her," he heaves, "I need her," he snorts, tension suddenly relaxing, making him dip in his brother's hold, "I love her," Daemon says before repeatedly banging his first on own his chest, "se ñuhoso ao jorrāelatan muña, kepa."

The way you loved mother, father.

The he finally opens his eyes.

Viserys watches as Daemon takes his face in his hands, leaning his forehead on his, "give me your approval," his baby brother begs, "I want hold a wedding in Dragonstone and show the bloody world that she is mine."

"Daemon-"

"Kepa," he cuts him off.

Viserys holds his tongue.

"Nyke gīmigon nyke eptan olvie hen ao hae riña, yn kostilus gaomagon daor deny nyke hen bisa," he mutters softly, "Kesan daor gryves daor emare aōha vaoreznon tolī."

The words ring in Viserys' mind: Father, I know I asked much of you as a child, but please do not deny me of this. I will not bear not having your favor too.

Daemon pulls back, his hands on his older brother's face falls down to his shoulders as he opens his eyes. In that moment, though Viserys was repelled by the alcohol in his breath, Daemon was not this drunkard, not this sorry man that was toppling side to side, Daemon was the baby brother who waited for him to finish his academics to go to the dragon den. He was the boy who believed Viserys would be a dragon conqueror, and not only that, but a great king.

"It's time to sleep, my son," Viserys whispers.

He brushes Daemon's hair back and grips his shoulder, "off to bed."

"Kepa," Daemon whines, forehead pressing against the king's shoulder, "kostilus."

Please.

Viserys had not heard him beg in a long time.

He sighs, taking his baby brother's arm, throwing it over his shoulder, "we shall speak about this tomorrow."

Daemon mewls, calling out to his father repeatedly.

A similar display was taking place at a much less private bar. And yet both brothers were stone cold sober, albeit perhaps drunken over their bitterness. That, and the grease of WcDontals.

Aemond chews on his stale fry idly, as he pulls out his eye drop bottle and tilts his head up, dropping medicine in his irritated eye.

He blinks and leans on the table, moving the now warm beer bottle he did not at all drink and only bought so he could stay in the establishment while waiting for his brother. He pulls out his phone, swiping away the notifications he did not care about away.

Impulsively, he goes onto Unstagram, going onto the profile of the Museum of Ice and Fire, looking at the one photo there where his professor was caught in one of the frames. He stares at the photo, the face was barely clear enough to be discerned, and yet he looks at it obsessively every now and again. He props his chin on his hand, eyes darting to the look at the time

He sighs through his nose.

Finally, it was 2am. Aegon's shift was over.

As if that realization was all it took, Aegon plops on the opposite side of the booth and grabs Aemond's room temp beer, downing it in one go. When he places the empty bottle down, he grimaces at his younger brother, wordlessly showing his dislike to the drink.

Aemond eyes his brother up and down, then tidies the table, grabbing his things. One he was done, he stands and his older brother follows after, bringing the empty bottle with him, throwing it on his way out.

"So," the silence is finally broken, "Prince Daemon," Aegon starts when they exit the bar and start their walk back to their shared apartment.

"It just doesn't make sense," Aemond mutters under his breath, buttoning up his coat, "she never mentioned him at all, then suddenly, they were bloody making out in the middle of the hall."

Aegon rub his temples, "that's royal dick for you, dear."

"I'm being serious," Aemond quips, shooting his brother a dirty look.

"So am I!" he bites back, "think about it, Mond. Did we really know her? Did you really know her?"

Aemond clenches his jaw, turning away from Aegon.

"Fucking hell, I don't even know what her last name is."

Aemond rolls his eyes. He shakes his head and mutters it angrily to Aegon then says, "if that is your basis, then I know her just fine."

"Okay then," Aegon nods, flailing his hands up in the air, "when's her birthday?"

Aemond purses his lips. He realizes he does not know it but does not respond with that, "I don't know Alicent's birthday either."

"Fine!" Aegon points aggressively, "how old is she, huh? And I don't mean uh early what, late da-da-da, I mean to a tee. How old is she in digits."

Aemond shoots Aegon a look, "you don't even know how old you are."

Aegon's nostrils flare, "I'm being fucking serious right now!" he points to himself, "she's been coming to the bar every night without fail, except today. And why? I'll tell you why! It's cos she's got a prince! She told me it herself, she's eager to meet him."

Aemond grumbles, "she's a historian."

"Yeah," Aegon kicks a rock, "and you've got your head stuck so high up her arse."

"What, and you don't?!" Aemond quips, stopping in his tracks to glare at his brother and walk over to him, as if enticing a fight..

Aegon squares up, "you really want to take me with that sty in your eye, hindering your vision?!"

"I can take you with one eye closed, you egg."

Aegon shoves Aemond, "shut up."

"You first," Aemond shoves him back, grunting as he did, then walking off with annoyance.

Aegon recoils at the force of his strong brother, huffing, feeling the bitterness in his gut rise up to his throat, "you should have never brought her to my bar!"

"It's not your bar, you dunce," Aemond rebuts.

Aegon snorts, eyes watering, angry at the coldness in the air, angry at the emotions in his stomach. His younger brother, who was a good few paces in front of him now, looks back as he slows his pace, "I won't come back for you if you freeze to a pathetic death."

Aegon grips his fists.

"Quit being dramatic, I'm fucking hungry."

"You literally ate WcDontals while waiting for me."

"You think that's enough?"

"It's never enough for your fat ass."

"Fuck off."

"No, fuck you," Aegon flips him off.

Needless to say, it was not easy for anyone to sleep that night.

This was why when I woke up way before the sun rose, I was absolutely groggy and disoriented.

I turned to my clock, groaning at the sight of the 05:25 staring back at me from my analog wall clock. My ears ring at the sound of someone thudding at the door. Who in the gods of the good earth could that be causing a racket?!

I pull my pillow to my head, trying to will away the annoying pounds. That was until I hear my name get called out and I couldn't possibly ignore it now. Begrudgingly, I sit up from my bed and grumble all the way to the front door.

"This better be fucking important!" I call as I storm to the entrance of my home.

My soul leaves me when a body topples on me, a mop of messy blonde hair exploding with a strong smell of alcohol.

I recoil, gasping as I grip the door knob for balance. My heart quickens when my neck is attacked by kisses. I rip the man off me by the hair on his head. My own face contorts at the pink face staring back at me.

He whines, "too hard."

"Daemon!" I release his hair. He head slams to my shoulder as he bends into me. I whine, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"You turned me away!" he slurs against my exposed skin, tongue darting out. I shudder at the wet feel of it.

"How do you even know where I live?" I ask as l push him off me to straighten him up.

He repels my motions and grabs my form to press me near him. The slurring prince retorts in his mother tongue, "you insult me by thinking I wouldn't."

"Daemon," I grunt, pushing him upright before we both topple over because of his weight, "I told you we could have breakfast later today."

"I couldn't sleep," Daemon mumbles, eyes closing, "I missed you to much," he frowns, "you hate me."

"Daemon-"

"You loathe me, despise me!"

I roll my eyes, pacifying him in his mother tongue, "that could not be farther from the truth, my love."

"Then why did you reject my proposal?" he whispers, hands coming to my sides, pulling me closer to him, "my blossoming bride, so casually cruel, and for what?"

"Daemon, we've been through this."

"But I want the world to know you're mine."

I pull my head back when he exhales against my face. I cannot withhold the retching sound that leaves my lips, "how much have you been drinking?"

"I was sad," he mutters, not answering my question. He leans down to rub his nose against my neck, "make me feel better."

I push him off as he kisses my skin, "how did you get here?"

"Please."

I huff, "did you drive?"

Daemon opens his eyes to roll it dramatically. His frown tightens into a pout, "I walked."

My eyes widen, "from the palace?!"

"What, like it's hard?!" he words airily, breath fanning into my face again. I exhale sharply and swat at the air as he continues, "I've done marathons! I swim! I tennis balls with a racket! I fence! My stamina is top notch," he pushes me back and closes the door behind me, "lemme show you, wifey," he tugs at my closes, "walking is nothing."

"Daemon," I warn as he pushes his leg in between my thighs. I cannot contain my whimper.

He sloppily kisses my shoulders, all the way up to my mouth. He presses his weight onto me, "pleeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeeee, wan' you so bad."

I sigh when our lips meet. The sour bitterness on him recalls flashes of memories we shared such intimacy after he'd well chased away his sobriety. He was so good at it, so good at making me putty against him. His hands find their spot on my sides, just as though he never left me in the first place.

I am overtaken by an instinct that had laid dormant in me for the longest of time.

I bite at his lower lip, allowing my own desire take the reins.

What struck me was the fact he moaned and did nothing. I open my eyes and I pull away from him, finding his were still closed and that he dazed, tired, and 100% regretting this in the morning.

I purse my lips then lean to his ear, "you want to move to the bedroom, my love?"

Daemon does not rouse at the idea either.

I shake my head and sigh, leading him to my bedroom nevertheless.

When we arrive, I push him down my mattress. He grunts but does not even lift his head up to look at me. I chuckle under my breath, as I begin to release him of his strangled attire.

I start with his shoes, then his jacket, then his pants, then his smelly shirt. I then pat his thigh, asking him to move deeper into the bed. He obliges wordlessly, eyes half-closed, making me chuckle at the sight of him. I grab the comfiest sweater I owned and put it on him resisting all the urges to fondle with his bare, toned chest along the way.

I sigh once the deed is done. Good job, me.

"I can warm you better than this jumper," he says, resisting me when I push him back down the bed.

"Shhh, we're going under the covers."

"Hmp. Am not a prude."

"Oh, but I am, husband," I say, throwing the covers over him. When I move to leave him alone in bed, he manages to snag my hand and pull me back. He whines, "don't fucking leave me!"

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to clean up."

"Fuck cleaning up-"

"It's fine, I'll be quick about it."

I pry Daemon's grip away and push him down with ease. He almost immediately succumbs to sleep.

And I really did try to be quick about it, but one thing lead to another, and as much as I wanted to be in bed with Daemon, I found the thought of going back to bed unappealing. So, I decided to just get an early start to my day.

By the time Daemon came groaning in his wake, scratching his eyes on his way towards me, I already had a full course breakfast of his favorite meals prepared on the table.

"Sȳz ñāqes, ñuha dārilaros," I smile at the disheveled prince walking over to me in my cashmere sweater that fit him snugly.

He wipes his face, pushing his platinum locks away, "nothing is good about the morning, princess."

I snort, deciding to meet him halfway, grabbing his hand, leading him to his seat of honor. When he sits down, he looks up at where I stood beside him, groaning as he did. He blinks with difficulty, "was that the same thing you were wearing last night?"

I smoothen my slip dress and nod simply, "yes."

He scoffs. "That explains why I'm wearing this then," he tugs on the collar of my pink sweater.

"You would have gotten cold."

"Disappointing that we did not do anything to keep us both warm," he mumbles, hooking his hand between my thighs. He pulls me towards him then leans on my stomach. I instinctively cradle his head as he massages my thighs, "you must hate me. Truly."

I sigh, combing his hair back, "enough of this talk, Daemon. I do not hate you."

"Then why won't you let me put a dragonling in you?" he mutters as he rubs his cheek against me, "you'll quite enjoy it, I find."

My breath hitches when I feel his hands trail up my legs. I push him away, tutting him as I point my finger, "I did not slave away to make you food just for it to get cold."

"You're the only meal I need," Daemon turns to me, pushing himself up from the table.

The next moment however, he groans, screwing his eyes shut in discomfort, undoubtedly feeling the effects of his hangover. He leans on his chair as I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah," I grunt, pushing him back down, "this will help you with that."

I push the soup close to him as I sit down adjacent to spot, bringing my own plate closer, "eat up, darling."

Daemon sighs deeply as he takes a spoon and brings it to his mouth. I watch intently as he takes his first bite. His droopy eyes widen and he looks down at the bowl, going in for another scoop, "this is amazing."

I smile, absolutely relishing the manner in which he quickly tries to feed himself. I chuckle, pushing the stray locks of his hair out of his face when it falls in his way, "slow down, it will not run from you."

"Oh," he takes a scoop, hastily shoving it in his mouth, "but you will."

I roll my eyes, scooping some soup myself, "I will not."

"Konir sagon skoro syt istin mazverdagon sure naejot ābrazȳrys ao bē adhirikydho."

I snort at his words. That's why I must make sure to wife you up quickly.

"I am already you're wife, little dragon."

He groans then chuckles, "little dragon, huh?"

I chuckle as I bring the other plates of food close to him, "you very well can't do all the things you plan to do to me on an empty stomach."

"Is that a dare?" Daemon turns to me, dropping his spoon, eyes narrowing.

"Why would I dare you to do something you'd do on your own volition?"

He chuckles, looking away. He was meant to say something else but then he smirk on his lips contorts when he catches sight of something across the room, "what the bloody hell is that?"

I knit my brows.

I turn to where he was looking, cackling when I spot a portrait of my husband, one that I painted a few centuries ago by memory. I giggle turning to him and pointing, "why, that's you!"

"That is not me," he mutters, lips curled in disgust, "I am far superior to Daemon the first, thank you very much."

I roll my eyes, "I'm glad you recognize yourself at least"

He shudders, visibly cringing, "so what? You stole that from your office, my little thief?"

"I painted it, thank you very much."

Daemon's face slips into surprise.

I snort, "women are allowed to paint in this era, you know."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm just... it looks like a royally commissioned portrait."

"Thank you," I smile, "I learned from the royal maestros myself."

Daemon snorts, suddenly changing tune, "I'm sure it looks shite up close though."

My jaw drops.

He chuckles. "Joking," he raises his hands, "I'm only joking, my love."

I give him an annoyed look as he smirks at me, reaching out a hand to caress my cheek. I dodge his touch and sneering. But then I grab his wrist and place my hand on my cheeks anyway.

What? I've been missing him.

He chuckles through his nose then lightly pinches my cheek. He pulls his hand away to grab my chair from the seat and drag me towards him.

"Care to enlighten me on why the second best Daemon haunts your dwelling everyday?" Daemon mumbles as he scoots his chair closer to mine.

I cringe at the skidding sound as I look back to the painting. I chew my lower lip as I mentally debate what exactly I should tell him.

I turn back Daemon, elbows resting on the table, hands resting on my palms, stomach rolling at the sight of him already looking back at me.

His longish hair was tousled, stray locks on his cheek bone and forehead. I reach out to him, pushing his blonde tresses back, thumb retracing his brow bone, all the way down to his jaw. I then retrace his lips and allow a smile to form on mine. I tell him, "he's my husband."

Daemon's eyes darken. He leans into my touch as he grunts, "not fucking funny, little girl."

I snort, "nothing about me is little, nor girl-like."

"Well," he reaches out to me, roughly smoothening my hair. My head tips repeatedly because of this. Daemon continues, "your teases are fucking childish. If you keep this up, I'll have you over my knee."

I roll my eyes, "yes, husband."

He makes a sound that bubbles into a chuckle. Daemon pecks at my cheek, muttering in High Valyrian, "now that's more like it."

I coil in ticklishness when he moves to kiss my neck. I push him back, "enough distractions, eat your fo-"

"Stop being distracting the-"

"Daemon, i-"

"I told you, I must wife you up very so-"

"I have work!"

"It's a government holiday."

"No, it's-"

"I'm the fucking government!" he stands from his chair, ripping the sweater off of him, "now get that thing off- where do you think you're going?!"

He watches me run off to the other side of the table, brows raising, lips parting into a soft grin at the posing challenge. Daemon leans on the table, arm and chest muscles flexing.

My tongue darts out to my lips. He chuckles as he catches this and how my eyes dart to his exposed skin, "come on, little girl," he begins to circle over to me, "don't make me punish you more than you can take."

I narrow my eyes at him, not liking his indirect insinuation of weakness. I counter his movements, "what makes you think you can catch me to begin with, old man?"

He snorts, breaking into a loud laugh, "oooh, you'll pay for that."

"Hmmm," I tilt my head, "will I? Now that I remember, you're actually just an inexperienced babe, so unprepared for the harshness of reality."

He licks his lips, like a hungry dragon slobbering over his prey, "you've no idea how badly I'll taint you with me, my sweet bride."

"Bold of you to assume you haven't tainted me already, my foolish prince."

With that, I reach the side of my bathroom and make a run for it. My heart races in its ribcage, fired with adrenaline mixed with dread an anticipation.

I am one part glad I am able to evade the growling prince as I lock the door behind me, because I know how powerlessness I'd be against him ones he pins me down, especially now that we were in the quiet of my home. But the other part of me is annoyed that I'd have to wait at least later tonight to have him all for myself.

He bangs on my door, jangling the knob. He warns me in High Valyrian, "open the door now or I swear on all the gods that you will regret it if you don't."

"Bold of you to assume I'd have to open the door at all!"

"You do claim your need to go to work, don't you?" he shakes the door, then probably kicks or knees it, "OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

"Oh, my naïve prince. Ever heard of a fire exit?"

He halts his actions.

I snort as I head into the shower, "I've got some clothes here, all its takes it to load it in my washer and dryer."

"You wouldn't dare."

I laugh, begging to ready everything, "you'll see how much I dare."

And so, after I was done, I silently unlocked my bathroom door and slipped out of the fire exit. I ignored all the looks I got from people who wondered why I was coming down from where I did. I mean, I could have been a fire escape maintenance personnel for all they knew.

I then arrived at the museum a few minutes early, and by a few minutes, I mean two. I race to our attendance monitor machine that's just by the entrance and tap my ID. I catch my breath as I greet one of the guards good morning as he passes me.

"Did you run here?" the voice of a nearing Aemond says. I spot him, hands on his backpack straps, a patch on his eye still, as he walks over. He takes his turn tapping his ID on the machine as he gives me a quizzical look, "you're not even late yet."

I sigh as I shrug at him.

He eyes me up and down then tilts his head, "what's the big deal anyway? You're practically richer than the state. What's a few cents off your salary?"

"First of all," I raise a finger, "I'm not. No one person should be that rich. Second of all, it's not about the money, it's about being on time."

Aemond hums, crossing his arms, "is that why you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

I knit my brows and look down at my dress, "no that's called having a washing machine. Also," I begin to walk off to our office, "I'm surprised you even noticed something like that."

Aemond does not respond. Trust me, it's seared in my mind.

We head to our office, and I begin to go over the things we needed to finish for the day. Aemond, much like him, pulls out his notepad from his pocket and begins writing it all down with a red lead pencil.

By the time we make it to our room, I receive a phone call, one that I saved under the High Valyrian word for Forever.

I smile then snorting to myself as I answer, "hello-"

"YOU ACTUALLY WENT OUT THE FUCKING FIRE EXIT?!"

I chuckle, "I'm offended you didn't believe me, husband."

Aemond perks. Husband?!

"ARE YOU QUITE INSANE? WHAT IF YOU SLIPPED AND FELL?!"

I roll my eyes at the thought. I chuckle and cross my arms, "why would I so suddenly slip and fall? The fire escape is just like any old flight of stairs."

I find myself turning to Aemond. I chuckle at his twisted expression as the man on the other end of the line continues to bark at me, "WHERE ARE YOU NOW?! IM COMING TO PICK YOU UP!"

"What do yo- I'm at work! Why would you-"

"Qogralbar mirre," fuck work, "I'm coming to get you."

"No, you whiny child, you will not," I state, holding in my laughter, "I have important thing and arti-"

I rip my phone away from my ear when he shouts, "YOU THINK THE PRINCE OF VALYRIA DOESN'T HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO?!"

At this point, Aemond is past concerned at the ferocity of whoever was on the other end.. He leans on his desk with agitation as he eyes me and asks, "who is that?"

I give him a soft look and brush him off with a head shake, not answering him just yet. I bring the phone close to my ear again as I calmly respond to Daemon, "so, go ahead and do those things."

"BUT I DONT WANT TO! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?" he exclaims as he breaks into a growl, "my wife just abandoned me in her flat and now wants nothing to do with me! How do you think that makes me feel?"

I release a sigh, "my love, you are not abandoned-"

"YET I I FEEL LIKE I AM BECAUSE IM ALL ALONE HERE!"

"Dae-"

"I meant every word last night," he cut me off.

I purse my lips.

"I will surely go insane if I must be separated from you," he grunts then sighs, shortly proclaiming. "I will come to you. I will come to you and you will not stop me."

I do not argue with him.

"I will call my assistant and go there right after."

I purse my lips and nod, "okay."

"Okay?" he repeats with a surprised tone.

I chuckle, "Okay. It's not like I can stop you, now can I?"

"No," he chuckles, "no you cannot, my love."

My heart races at his words. My stomach swirls. I smile to myself before speaking out, "I love you."

"I love you," he retorts instantly with a sigh, "I will be there soon Do not try to trick me any further."

"I won't!" I laugh.

"You better not."

Once the call ends, I find myself laughing inwardly. I only stop when I catch Aemond's face. I raise my brows at him, "sorry, I was talking to my husband."

"Your what?" he blurts and straightens up. Aemond wipes his hands down his face, "you are not married."

I chuckle, shaking my head, "well, it happened yesterday."

Aemond looks at me like I've just told him I ate a baby for breakfast. I laugh, giving him a playful face, "it's not a big deal. We've been married 2000 years beforehand."

Aemond does not laugh at my words like I do. He shakes his head shakes his hands, "please tell me you're joking."

I snort, "Oh, Aemond, I-"

The sound of the office doors breaking open hinder the rest of my words. There is an out of breath man clutching a walkie-talkie. He looks like he's seen a ghost. He gulps before he sputters out, "his- his- his majesty is here."

Aemond and I pull our heads back. I knit my brows and shake my head. Daemon's already here?"

"The-" the man points "the king is here."

My face drops.

"The king of Valyria is visiting?" Aemond blurts in utter shock and disbelief.

The man nods his head, "he's in the Dornish Exhibit. He's asking for a guide."

Aemond turns to me in that moment. I clear my throat, "well," I let out an apprehensive sound, "let's... give the king a proper tour of the place, shall we?" I nod at Aemond.

Aemond grabs his chair, "honestly, I'd much rather stay here."

"Oh," I nod again, "okay then."

And so that very moment, I am make my way to King Viserys, who had six body guards by him while he looked at the iconic mustard cloak worn by Oberyn Martell on display.

I take a moment to explain who to the guards before the king spots me and tells them to let me through.

"Your majesty," I greet as I curtsy.

King Viserys smiles then speaks my name. A part of me is surprised he knows it. I rise as he walks over to me, "I did not realize you were the acting director of the museum." He places his hands behind him, "it was not in your business card."

I turn to him. I find myself smiling at the fact he was the very picture of health. I pray he does not meet the same end as the Viserys in my time, "you've seen my business card, your grace?"

"Yes," he says pointing to the exhibit, "my baby brother showed it to me."

We both turn to the display as he continues, "he told me that it was from the woman he loved," he speaks softly, "the woman he wanted to marry."

I press my lips together in thought as I link my hands together in front of me.

"He got himself wasted last night because you rejected him," he adds, crossing his arms.

He and I take in the old relic from Old Dorne.

The king asks "why did you reject him?"

I take a moment to respond. "He does all things in haste, your majesty" I mutter, "it would do him good to calm himself and take his time smelling the flowers."

I feel Viserys turn to me, "you speak this as though you've known him all your life."

I turn to him, finding his eyes are narrowed, as if willing the malicious intent out of my being. I offer a smile, "you might think me mad, but... he is my whole life."

"And you decided this after speaking with him for a day?" he turns aimlessly around the place, "or was it during one of your studies of my family?"

"I decided it when he showed me how he'd give his up his life for mine," I mumble.

"Give up his life?" Viserys scoffs, repeating the phrase in High Valyrian. He shakes his head as he mutters under his breath, "well, then I think you're about as big as a lunatic as he is."

I chuckle.

Viserys knits his brows.

I turn back to the display, vaguely seeing mine and Viserys' reflection on the glass, "I assure you, my king, I understand that whatever feelings you have towards me are fruits borne of your concern for your brother."

He and I turn back to each other at the same time. We only silently look at for a moment. I offer him a smile, "I am someone who too want the best for him."

Viserys tilts his head at my words. He point to the display before looking at it, "tell me about about it."

I turn to the garment, ready to explain its history.

"Tell me about your feelings towards my brother."

I pull into a smile, "where you like for me to start?"

"At that bar, where you met," he says, "from the very beginning."

Meanwhile, Aemond starts in his seat when the office doors are broken open all over again. He rises to his feet, jaw slacking at the sight of the man, the prince, Daemon Targaryen himself.

He does a once over of the room and knits his brows, eyes finally landing on Aemond, "where is she?"

Aemond finds himself immediately of the defensive. He narrows his eyes, "where is who, your grace?"

Daemon knits his brows at that, at the sting of his false reverence. He shifts and calls out a full name and describes your character to a tee. He raises a brow, clenching his jaw, "is that clearer for you?"

Aemond clears his throat, beginning to feel something wash up his being. He does not meet his eyes when he replies to the prince, "she is with the king."

"The king?!" Daemon blurts, "as in my brother, the king?"

Aemond nods, finally looking at him, "they were in the Dornish exhibit but-" he cuts himself off when the prince immediately leaves without hearing his entire sentence.

With a sigh, Aemond sits back down.

But then suddenly, something crashes in the corner of the room, making him stand right back up. He looks for whatever it was that made that racket and finds himself walking to the spare room where a few books and documents were kept, along with a few other things not fit for public consumption.

He finds a bunch of fallen books, rolling his eyes at it, knowing it probably toppled over after all the banging on the door.

He picks them up, not really interested in the archives, up until he reads one the titles of book that was in High Valyrian called, "Blood Magic, Soul Ties, & Rebirth."

He wipes the book cover with his sleeve and raises a brow at the name of the author. It sounded a bit similar to your name. He purses his lips at it. It would be funny to talk to you about it later.

Aemond puts away the rest of the books but brings the one to his desk. He turns to his phone when it vibrates. He spots a message he got from his brother.

He grunts when he reads Aegon's message: DUDE WTF THE ROYAL FAMILY IS AT YOUR JOB?

He rolls his eyes and locks his phone.

[siffrin-enthusiast]

i dont actually know what happens in iwtv (s1, ep..4? 5? is what i'm on) but here's what i've loosely amalgamated of the plot based off of tumblr shitposts

lestat and louis divorce

a big Something (TM) happens to claudia (and by Something i mean Dying) (get it because she Dies) (i think)

lestat's piercing blue eyes are a genuine plot point

armand/daniel is a ship? but also armand/louis? but also lestat/louis? but also louis/daniel?

lestat dollar store david bowie arc

there's a lesbian that's cooler than all of them but armand kills her

armand is actually the Big Bad but he looks so pathetic meowmeow babygirl that, like, nobody actually believes it

theres ONE cool guy armand dates who's name i don't know but i think he dies or smth. sad!

lestat and louis divorce (again)

[tekkiperson]

i genuinely love how you draw casey jr... he looks so scrumblo. so meowmeow. he's like a wrunk to me. love him

I don't know what half those words mean, but I'm glad that you find him as scrumblo and wrunk as you do :)

[mamuzzy]

I tried to think about more about my Nulls with ASPD blurbs or after a bit more consideration, a bit more broad picture of Cluster B personality disorders (antisocial, borderline, histrionic, narcisisstic), and my inability to separate the Nulls from Kal Skirata when talking about them, and it's not just my bias because I love them with all my heart.

It's because it's all tied together. Kal himself is mentally ill too right from the start. My theory is Kal is on the Cluster B spectrum too.

Narcissisctic spectrum because of the grandiosity of plans, his self-importance of his plans, the savior complex: he has to be of the center of the great plan of rescue of the clones, because this is the only way he can redeem himself of his previous mistakes. Remember when Ordo destroyed the datachips? He wasn't devastated because now there wasn't any means to save the clones from rapid-aging. He was devastated because now HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO KNOW NOW WITH HIMSELF. HE was purposeless. Kind of contradictory that his purpose of his life was about entirely of someone else, but it wasn't entirely selfless. He just can't be a bad guy of his own story, but he has to be a martyr. It won't work without it.

Kal can't be a bad guy. He just can't be a bad guy of his story. If he was, that would mean, EVERYTHING he did in life was wrong, was evil, everything was his fault, was his fault alone, including his parents death (which is insane they died in bombing but there is no logic in survivor's guilt), his fault that he was all alone, his fault that he was abused, his fault that he didn't know better, he fault that his wife and kids left him (kinda yeah) and now his fault that the clones don't have a chance for longer life. He is a bad guy in everyone's story. But it's okay. It's okay. He just have to create another personality, explain himself, why Ordo's is still the perfect little angel in the whole world who can never do wrong to cope the loss, because being angry at him is not an option, he can't be angry at him, angry himnonononononoangrynohecan'tbeangrynothatwouldtriggernonotriggertriggernofuckingtriggerfestbackandfort and move on and find another way to achieve this goal and never give up. <-And there is a nice little bpd mentality for you, mushrooms and gentlefairies. (probably there was a little bit a chanelling here, but I think there is a reason I meowmeow this miserable wet cat)

Personality disorders have symptoms during childhood too, IN FACT most of the reasons that are not genetic, start in during childhood due to societal and environmental causes, parental neglection, abuse, contradicting upbringing, emotional repression, traumas.

We saw the Nulls as children but not too much, but we barely seen anything about their later cadet years we have only shown a few mentions through dialogues, narratives, and because often is from the memories of Kal Skirata, people often dismiss it like Kal says so it must be untrue and ableist.

BUT.

What we actually saw is Kal's childhood and training!!! And traumas often carries through to another generation...

Vode, if you enjoyed my previous blurbs you are going to love my next one about him. Before I actually talk about Nulls and their Favorite Person and another topics like amorality, and aggression, I really should talk about PERSONALITY itself, and I think Kal Skirata is a beautiful guinea pig for that.

[mono-blogs-art]

incredible chaser game w moments (part 2) up to & incl. episode 4

the most homophobic breakup you've ever seen. just, unholy behavior. on fucking god itsuki i know you had good intentions but you're the worst for doing it like that !!!!!!!!! at least let her down easy !!!!! if i was 22 and my gf of 4 years did that to me i'd fucking go insane as well

the elevator stopped working ➡️ you are trapped in with the person you hate ➡️ you are forced to sit it out and face your fears together, ultimately bringing you closer both emotionally & physically. i love this trope and i didn't know i needed it here, but it was great. step 1 to the meowmeow-ification of fuyu complete

my prediction of itsuki running into & taking care of little tsuki and the two of them then being found by fuyu, resulting in an awkward and heartbreaking scene, came true exactly like that. i think this scene was genuinely so well done and well acted, it broke my heart. i think this was the scene that really got me to say Damn, I'm invested in this now...

^ I'm still waiting for Itsuki to bring up the similar names in conversation though. like you need to talk about that

"ohhh harumoto-san, so you're part of that team?" - itsuki (sweating in closeted lesbian): "huh? what? n-no, of course not- I'm--" - "Don't worry, it's all good, we're all into BL too!!!" ➡️falsely coming out as a yaoi fangirl to your coworkers to avoid having to talk about your own sexuality. LMAO

^ this scene only being a setup so fuyu can be homophobic on main is what makes it even funnier

why. in every gods name. would you go to your boss' home address. why on earth would you do that. at least itsuki was self-aware about it too. girl you are SO unwell

every time fuyu has kissed itsuki of her own initiative, it has been when she was drunk... can we remedy that for future episodes, please? not that consent has been an issue, their mutual feelings are obvious, but i think she should be making a move when she doesn't have any liquid courage in her. step up your fucking game, fuyu

"she's a classic tsundere, after all" - fuyu, who has been severly harassing her subordinates at work (again, there seems to be no HR department at this company) being written off as a "tsundere" by the rest of the team - I mean, you're not wrong, but you should still file a complaint against her.

fuyu's husband Kouu is the nicest man on earth. my man doesn't deserve ANY of this. he even calls her dongyu. he even calls his wife by her real fucking name like the bar is so low

fuyu treats him so badly too, man, i genuinely felt bad watching it. were the 5 years of marriage all like this? was he always just a means to you getting your revenge? i'm sick. i hope they can make up by the end of the show and have a real conversation about their feelings and relationship.

that aside, i do have some theories on kouu, his disappearance, and his own feelings as well, but i'm keeping that to myself atm...

fuyu & itsuki keep having insanely homoerotic moments in front of god and everyone on earth, I'm starting to believe the only person with a gaydar in this company is the photographer from the other office. the fact that you two haven't been found out yet is honestly a massive plot hole (lmao)

has itsuki eaten anything else but sweets (cake, in particular?) on screen yet? apart from the homemade meal at the hayashi's, whenever there's a scene of her alone or with her grandma, she's always eating cake. i wonder if it will come up at some point, but it's just something i noticed. no shade though girl i'm also (almost) 27 and if you wanna eat cake for dinner alone at home I'm your nr1 supporter

i'm never a fan of the trope of a bilingual character breaking out into their native tongue for swearing or just randomly, but it is fun that only fuyu does it and that all the other chinese characters just don't speak mandarin at all. and i'm happy they actually cast a bilingual actress for fuyu!

episode 4 was the mid-series finale, and it definitely showed. this was the best episode so far by a pretty significant margin imo.

the. silent pleading fuyu puts on to make itsuki stay at the hayashi house. the most fucking 🥺*twirling my hair cutely* AND IT WORKS TOO BECAUSE ITSUKI IS JUST AS INSANE AS YOU ARE

i would like to talk about the best scene of this show yet. i really wished it was longer and was given even more weight. in episode 4, fuyu & itsuki are sitting in the living room together at night, so far apart that they're completely out of each other's camera shots even. i found this to be the most interesting scene so far. there was genuine tension in the shot composition, the acting, the complete absence of music. just silence and their voices. "after all, it was all my fault, wasn't it? that we ended up like this?" fuyu still deep down believes that she was the reason their relationship failed. she wasn't enough, because she's fuyu, because she's a woman. she still thinks that. my heart fucking broke in two

their fight after fuyu came back home drunk was so funny. especially with their height difference... hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

after finally learning the truth about their break-up, fuyu is absolutely devastated. "you valued your promise to my mother more than the one you made to me?" just completely broken. after all this time sitting with these unresolved emotions, feelings of guilt and deep shame, only for that to be the reason? I feel so bad for her

the mutual love confession!!!!! i'm honestly a bit surprised it came so early, i thought they were just going to sleep together and not talk emotions first. but i'm not gonna complain (i just love mess) i'm also devastated that itsuki used suki while fuyu used the word aishiteru. my friends it's so bad for me right now (and them)

did. they. fuck. on. the. floor. in. the. living room.

i hope so because 1) hot and 2) although i'm still unsure as to the exact room situation of the hayashi household, don't they all have one shared bedroom??? isn't the bedroom that they're in after they've had sex (hopefully in the living room) the same one we've previously seen, where the kid also sleeps????? WHERE WAS THE KID ITSUKI. WHERE. WAS. THE. KID. WE KNOW SHE'S WITH YOU BECAUSE THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON YOU STARTED FIGHTING!!!!!

if you had sex while your kid was sleeping soundly in the same room i'm sending both of you to superhell. i'm praying you guys just have a totally identical bed in another room. please.

if it wasn't the same bed we've previously seen from tsuki's room, that means you guys fucked in the marriage bed, which is only slightly less gonna get you sent to superhell.

in any case, happy lesbian sex to them. i know neither of you have known the touch of a woman in the past 5 years so it was probably intense. drink a lot of water in episode 5, alright? jesus.

it was also quite funny that the scriptwriter for the show tweeted out a few hours before this episode aired that "itsuki has always taken the leader position in their relationship" and that "you should watch episode 4 with this in mind" and we were all like. oh so you're telling me that fuyu is a bottom? you're telling me water is wet? fork found in kitchen??????

their lil afterglow convo in bed was just perfectly sweet. 1 point to fuyu, now presumably much more sobered up, for having the courage to ask if itsuki's gonna stay the night after all. girl you don't have to ask. i think she's ready for another 12 rounds. she's not going anywhere.

the line delivery of the "alright" (i'm gonna stay) oh my god. oh my god... oh. oh.

the meowmeow-ification babygirl-ification of fuyu is now complete

in the preview for ep5, fuyu is wearing a mixture of white and black clothes. girl... it was that good, huh?????

in conclusion:

i had a lot of thoughts on this one and i've found great joy in going deep into the twt tags for it as well. and i'm glad to see many japanese sapphics also being super vocal about the show. it's really interesting to read and interact with that side of the fandom i haven't really seen in this capacity for a (lesbian) live action show yet. i see people slowing down & brightening up footage to analyse who's taking each other's clothes off first, people just posting close-ups of Yuuka's hands, people going into Yurika's past filmography to dig up ancient clips of other sapphic roles she's played (of which there seem to be actually quite a lot?). i love to see it lmao. on a more serious note, it makes me happy to see sapphics from so far away expressing themselves similarily to myself or my other lesbian friends. it's cute!! as for cgw, part b of the series is gonna be intense, and i'm especially curious to see how they're gonna do the inevitable breakdown of fuyu again. my girl is so deep in the trenches, her temporary being on cloud 9 right now is gonna be short-lived and i want to see it happen. i hope she can really stand up for herself and make things right after all!

[alchemist-shizun]

I was waiting you've been waiting ... MYATB final ep live reaction!

Somehow even later than last night, not only did I work for 6 hours again, I have guests over, but with no further ado let's begin!

first off i am terrified, somehow, even if im sure everything will be fine

STARTING OFF STRONG WITH THE HUAIBAO FANCAM. Does anybody look at first episodes Xiaobao expressions and how much of a genuine happy and warm smile he had, and now it's been SO LONG since we've seen one. Healthy happiness where are you?

Also. If I had a nickel for each time a danmei character falls off a cliff i'd be fucking rich let's BE REAL

lil meowmeow ...

XIAOBAO IS LOOKING FOR THE PENDANT SOMEBODY HOLD ME BACK

IT'S SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD XIAOBAO NO WORRIES this is so funny to me

Su Yin it's your turn for some character development come on I believe in you I know you won't disappoint me COME ON

My main question is why make him suffer so much things can be fixed so easily. so easily. oh my god.

Internally I'm also laughing a bit because Su Yin is just saying THIS MAN RUINED YOUR LIFE AND U WANT HIM BACK JUST HOW GOOD WAS THE DICK TELL ME. TELL ME

look at him, moisturized, in his lane, i dont know how the rest of the meme goes but you get it

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. YOU NEED TWO PEOPLE WITH STRONG INTERNAL FORCES. OH MY G O D u mean to tell me both Huai'en and Su Yin need to help him, this makes my ot3 mind go insane. This is beautiful, thank you Que Siming, again, he fixes everything, he is insane

NNNNNNNNNNnNnNnim goinG INSANEEEEE SIMING'S LIL be careful TO JINBAOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPPPP IM SO SOFTTTTTTTT WEEPS WEEPS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS.

A few words for Xiaobao in this scene because holy shit. My boy is wholly desperate he'd do anything just to let Huai'en live, his feelings have been a mess for so long but he still finds it in himself to care about him so deeply he's better than any of us

This entire drama has been either of them in bed suffering and the other watching over, beautiful

holy fucking shit they FINALLY kissed. I'm going insane. THEIR HANDS!! THEYRE SO SOFT. Huai'en looks so cute after being kissed, they're so I'm so insane. my children.

i love my sick wife (literally either of them)

THEIR LITTLE SMILESSSS THEYRE SO SOFT AND VULNERABLE I WILL CRY

"swear to god if u and i become like this i give you permission to kill me" the most homophobic gay ever

I think he might really be one of my favourite characters I swear. Give an award to his actor. he is so disgusted by everything I love him

OH WOW OKAY. BATH TIME? Oh my god Su Yin and Huai'en. Here we go. My immediate response is "just kiss about it" but I don't think they will. Their tension would bleed out so easily

OOOO ZHAOCAI'S A MEANIEEEEEEEEEE

huaibao: having a small moment. Su Yin: THIS AINT ABOUT YOU!! i love them all, good god, he is hilarious, his jealousy is visible from three hundred miles

The healing process is so interesting to watch, I could just stare at them work for hours

WHY IS THIS GUY STILL HERE. WHAT. Thats a lot of food for a prisoner. TELL HIM LI GONGXIANG. HE IS SO AWESOME. God I ucking hate this guy.WHY ARE THEY LEAVING HIS CELL DOOR OPEN

HAPPY LITTLE THINGS

"Who am I to be mad at you?" I KNEW ITTTTTT I KNEW YOU'D CAVE SU YIN I LOVE U. WOOOOOOOOO

Heeeeeeeeere comes the cocklockkkk

MY TRIO OF WONDERS TWT <3 MAN the best dumbass trio ever

this is so fucking funny those two are lounging and there the others go being dramatic

im going to cry over su yin and xiaobao's bond again? yes. i am.

Thank u for calling that man a freak xiaobao

SHAOYU?? also this is the first time I see some actual help for starving people, that's a nice touch.

That was the stupidest interaction ever thank you shaoyu

oh he knows. he knows.

XIAOYU EXTERIOR DESIGN PASSION

THE SHADOWS MOVED IN WITH THEM ZHAOCAI NO LONGER ALONE. Also the matching headpieces!

THEY SAVED HIM TWT SHADOWS MY BELOVEDSSSSS

HUAI'EN IS SO HAPPY ABOUT BEING HIS WIFE

xiaoyu istg- HFAHAHAHA SHES DOING IT ON PURPOS. WE'RE ALL LAUGHING AT THEM LIKE ZHAOCAI

PLEASE IM NEARLY CRYINGNFDSAJAHAHAH

HE CANNOT BE JEALOUS ABOUT SU YIN AFTER HE PROPOSED FSJ

NOOOOOOOO WDYM THATS IT??????? NOOOOOOOOO THEY BARELY GOT USED TO EACH OTHERS SMILE. AND NOW IT'S OVER TWT NOOOOOO well that was a wild ride

I dont know what it is about danmei novels and NOT SHOWING ME THEIR WEDDINGS!!! I WANT TO SEE THEM!!

Anyway. WE REACHED THE END. WOW. Insane. Incredible work to all who worked hard to give us our first uncensored Chinese bl, may it pave the path to many more! I had fun waiting for episodes each week, hadn't felt this elated in a long time. I'm sad I cannot look forward to more, but I might get inspired and create some art or fics for this series, who knows owo the actors are too pretty to pass on.

I'm extremely glad we got that Su Yin acceptance arc I have been mentioning, Shaoyu hasn't gotten more bearable but ig he has to mature yet. Xiaoyu was an icon all episode, I must admit, Zhaocai has found his new partner in crime. I also dearly missed Jinbao and Siming as soon as they left :( their energies were something stupendous. I also liked that Huai'en did not go back to see his foster father, he didn't give him the fucking satisfaction. As it should be.

I'm not smart enough to make much more introspection so I think this is where I'll leave it! Come talk to me if you too have nobody to discuss this series with lmao, askbox is always open. Time for a deepdive into the tag now. I hope I see more of this soon!

A big pat on the back to all those of us who suffered to this day. WORTH IT WORTH IT.

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Schoolgirls dictatorship and Naruto fandom

After a year hanging around in the tumblr Naruto fandom, I've learned with certitude that men (and women) are forbidden to have friendship and express brotherhood. But also, I've just noticed recently that poor general culture is a must. When you read a story you shouldn't be curious to google what you don't understand and expand your view. but in contrary you should tear down the plot to your limited schoolgirl comprehension of the world. And gaslight everything/everyone that/who doesn't fit to your desires. And if it's not enough, have a tantrum, call people names !

What do I mean by schoolgirl? You don't need to be at school, neither being a teenage not even being a girl. You can be a 40 years old mother of 6 with a deep schoolgirl mindset. Schoolgirl is a concept, a way of life, a philosophy of being. It's rooted from the idea that everything is about you somehow. What you feel is what the world shall feel, what you see is what the world shall see, and in the Naruto fandom what you want is what Kishimoto wanted too but couldn't say it loud enough so he needs YOU to make it more obvious to the ignorant mass of readers. Here is an exhaustive list of what a schoolgirl will demand and impose as canon no matter if it destroys the whole story in the process :

intense emotional romance (love or hate, with me or against me tropes)

intense hardcore sex (hormonal urges)

intense anxieties. Toxic love affairs, taking pleasure in the victimhood's position with a total refusal to acknowledge own mistakes is a peak.

abolition of friendship. It's a shonen but you know those sad and pathetic males in denial of their true feeling, stubbornly platonic who refuse to engage in graphic intercourses for the well-being of schoolgirls' libido.

meowmeow-fication of the world, the cuter the better. Why should we take into account the mysterious attraction in the otherness, the beauty, the paradox and awe in human's nature, human's temperaments, the subtle differences between men and women while it's so much more easy for your lazy brain when everyone is a babygirl.

Decontextualisation. War? shinobi world? history? geography? politics? nuances? foreign cultural norms? No this is too deep for a schoolgirl. You need storyline like junk food, it needs to be fat, heavily sweet and easy to digest. How dare you add subliminal references to others artists from past centuries, arts, mythologies? You mean the schoolgirl needs to actually open a non fanfictional book? Shut up !

I was reading lately a comment from someone stressing that there is "obvious" romance spotted when Madara asks Hashirama to kill him and in reverse when Hashirama chose to kill himself. I thought to myself : Ok maybe not everyone knows what is the bushido (google it!) ...but surely this fandom has seen before a war movie or knighthood movie or even spend time talking with actual soldiers? They seems to genuinely ignore what is a code of honour. Secondly we're talking about a japanese manga and the Warring state era is heavily inspired by the real Japanese warring state era (Sengoku Jidai). If you have watched the documentary Age of samurai on Netflix, they… decide to perform su*cide all the goddamn time! 😭 Often for reasons related to honour, avoidance of disgrace for the group after a general loose a battle. But also a su*cide can be a form of protestation, a way to tell an important message.

Emile Durheim (google him!), a sociologist who wrote a study about su*cide classifies them in 4 differents types : egoistic, anomic, fatalistic and altruistic su*cide. The well-known japanese seppuku performed by samurai is part of the altruistic form. When Hashirama is ready to die, It has nothing to do with emotional turmoil for the love of his life or whatever metaphysical anxiety. He wants to prove how strongly resolved he is to build his village and the new era of peace he dreamed of and for that he's resolute to give up his own life for the benefit of the group. It's true heroism and it's selfless (see, I'm not a fan of Hashirama but I can detach myself from my subjective feelings sometimes)

And just before that, Madara accepting death from Hashirama's hand (a former childhood friend) is also a proof how highly he esteems Hashirama as a victorious winner even if he is his arch-enemy. In his own way Madara shows his selflessness. In this precise moment, even in his personal pain and anger against the Senju, he's still able to recognise Hashirama's dignity and protect him from going through the same despair of losing a brother. But yeah that's too much effort… Schoolgirl fever is way more comfortable, right?

[tangledbea]

What are your thoughts on Quirin? I feel like a lot of people make him out to be some horrible father and I don't really like that take.

I'm about as invested in Quirin as I am in Varian (which is to say: not that much), but I think he's a dude who had too much on his plate and not enough screentime to be properly developed. I feel like the people who think he's a terrible father either a) really relate to Varian and have a terrible parental figure in their own life, thus making Varian have a terrible father makes him more relatable to them, b) find Varian to be a poor little meowmeow and feel the need to wubify him even more, or c) a combination of the two. (Please note: these are not meant to be derogatory, only observational. They are perfectly valid reasons to interpret something the way you do.)

To me, Quirin was frustrated with Varian and didn't really know how to handle his precociousness, and would yell at him when he didn't know what else to do. Varian was proven to be very headstrong and didn't really listen to what Quirin told him to do, apparently so regularly that Quirin's not particularly surprised when Varian doesn't listen. We don't actually see enough of him in season one to know what he's like when he's not stressed out, but he seemed pleased that Varian was going to accompany him to the palace, which means he likely wants to spend time with him.

And then, in season three, they are shown to have nothing but a loving relationship. Varian helps out on the farm, Quirin helps with Varian's inventions. They've reached an understanding, which removes a lot of the parental stress from Quirin's shoulders.

[swearyshera]

Reliving this is a trip. I was an interesting feeling the first time thru, and I'm not saying that to humorously downplay a horrific situation. It drew out a little bit of sympathy for Catra I really thought I'd used up by that point, if only cuz what Prime does is really that vile. That's super unusual for me. I went in rooting for Adora to take back someone she cared about, not necessarily cuz it was Catra specifically if you know what I mean, but this got me to want Catra rescued weirdly well. I almost never feel for villains at their nadir like this.

Twisted how empathetic paragon heroes like Adora are among my most treasured characters in fiction, yet I suck at extending the same sympathy they can. You're supposed to see characters like Catra (or Azula or Bakugou or whoever you please) going thru awful things as flawed people with interior lives and subject to exterior circumstances that the heroes are kind/strong/savvy enough to see and incorporate into their responses and my knee jerk is still "fuck off with the pity party, get to the atonement." Or in a lot of cases to laugh while they're down. I always sabotage myself by seeing the author making horrible things happen to the rival/villains, and contrasting them with worse villains, as a cynical tactic to get me and the heroes to sympathize before they've started changing for the better.

It helped that Catra already saved Glimmer at her own peril, and Adora already would've saved Catra no matter what, but still. This is a big reason why villain mind control is one of my least fave tropes. Manipulation and coercion are all good because meaningful agency and responsibility are still there even if characters can't see it, and that is everything in my eyes. To me mind control is the writer hitting pause on a character's growth til a more convenient time in the plot. Or just forever. *cough*🌊🦂🧙‍♂️.

Most of my appreciation for pre-s5 Catra only built up in retrospect through meta-posts and following fanworks like this. So seriously thank you for this series; it's like experiencing the series as it was intended for the first time, weird as that sounds.

You're version of this sequence is as skin-crawling as I think we all could've hoped/feared. Prime is the worst kind of living scum. Great work. Now I can start counting down to the "you miscalculated." scene. Aimee Carrero crushed that line. Can't wait for your version. Positively dancing with anticipation.

It is - at least to me - a really interesting point for Catra to be at, narratively speaking, because it shows the dialectic in her journey. She both did and didn't "bring it upon herself" - yes, she tried to get in Prime's good books, but no, she didn't ask to be chipped. Yes, she saved Glimmer against his instruction, but no, she didn't know the full consequences of what that would do. And when you get people on different sides of the argument, some saying "poor meowmeow didn't deserve this" and others saying, "She's reaping what she's sown", actually they're both right, in this way.

I don't think it would have worked going straight to the atonement, anyway. We don't have these scenes to revel in the depth of her lowest point, we have them to show how bad, how inescapable it was - and then we set up to escape them!

The whole story with Prime has been an interesting writing journey, too. Every time I review the lines, I tweak them to make them that little bit more realistic, that little bit more uncomfortable. I'm painfully aware that we're seeing a lot of similar rhetoric flying around from real people in the media these days (particularly with anti-trans bullshit), and it's no coincidence that Prime is a reflection of this. But my focus isn't on "Oh look, doesn't this character sound like the person trying to destroy our lives", it's on "This character, like the people you've seen on the news, might think they're right but they will never win. They will never defeat us."

Indeed, the Save the Cat books (yes, this episode did remind me of them... It's probably where the name is from) talk about the 'All is Lost' point and the 'Dark Night of the Soul' - this is where we're at right now. It's bad, it's the worst - but it's going to get better.

[froshele]

realized about a month ago right after aborting a lantern run (over what it would require me to do to my poor dear meowmeows) that i play cultist simulator less like "a cool byronic occultist from 1920s London who is tormented by what is ludically implied to be bipolar disorder with component schizophrenia" and more like

well

"misplaced, undiagnosably whimsical 1920s imperial refugee rebbe who lucked into like a secret way to find heaven or whatever but hes mostly just fucking around in the dream forest, has no homicidal goals whatsoever and genuinely cares about his hasidim and worries about their mental health"

i dont think anyone has even ever been on an expedition that they couldnt 100% mathematically succeed at and i apologize to, like, the summonable mirror hidebehinds and caligines on the rare occasion they get got by the good guys

i've never paid a hireling because i care too much about their hypothetical wellbeing

one time one of my followers almost got arrested and i got her out with a favour from authority that i got in a dream, and then i systematically had everyone else with a compatible skill harass the responsible detective until the problem was gone. unfortunately new ones kept appearing but well what can a fellow (extremely strange possibly holy idiot) do about that

in response to any new human problem i throw tishen (ft. mixed dancing with monsters) and consult with various supernatural entities, turn into an animal sometimes (definitely got this skill through kosher means), forge documents and move headquarters. so far this has resulted in fandom darling connie lee defecting from the honkshoo hconstables to join my chassidus for my dope document swag, American Boy - Kombinaciya style

i genuinely think when it says my character is painting paintings and assessing their art quality that he and his hasidim are actually sampling the paints though

because if you look at ysabet's character description and/or some of the karlsson type beat ways ive got us out of almost prison it's hard not to conclude that

also i think he just talks to the constabulary like a gimmicky tumblr blog would, like

"Sir are you aware that your uhhh your. Your paintings are demonic in nature"

":} yes i am painting about gilgulim"

"I don't know what that is but traffic with unclean forces such as uh... that painting of that.. half of a woman, is a criminal offense here"

"really? i am so sorry officer i did not know. you see we kasrilevker hasidim believe that baba yaga from stories, she is not real life. peace and love forever"

anyway his name is betzalel and i am making this post to incentivize drawing him for the tumblr cultsim fandom to plink back and forth as lovingly as i do. thank you for your time everyone (dissolves into a swarm of small cabbage moths)

[fff777]

reaction part 1 to dream haus episode 2. they were all so hyper for episode 1 so I'm looking forward to episode 2!

aw jisung is shy about playing a customer by himself

lol renjun playing the person giving out free samples at the supermarket to aunties

LOL haechan joining renjun in the auntie roleplay

renhyuck shenaniganery

lol haechan turning it into a party. i feel like he's those people who try to accost you on the sidewalk to sell you something lol.

are noren playing a couple omg

renjun is playing into haechan's schtick XD

lol good at selling things to old people and rowdy people

just when jisung was worrying about what he should do for marketing

haechan sharing his idea with jisung...haechan don't hover over jisung as much as nomin do but he is still his haechan hyung :3

does renjun mean this literally or does he just mean that jisung was good at playing meowmeow so that people would help him ^^;;

is he literally guilt tripping people into buying his drink XD

you know it's good when jaemin has no words XD

jisung the little match girl and haechan the customer who refuses to pay 50,000 won for a smoothie XD

haechan: jaemin didn't vote jaemin: snitch

jisung: actually, renjun and haechan together is just x mart (i think jisung said the name of an actual supermarket but they have to censor it for trademark reasons) mark:

renjun haechan team XD

their name badges

'jeno from the hr department' filmed a milk commercial when he was young

always count on nana to think outside the box

mark lee catchphrase

mark and jeno filming chenle eating noodles in rapid succession to get the best shot lmfao

renhyuck on one team once again X3

jisung: why does your sniffing sound like slupring jaemin:

i think we keep finding jaemin in situations like this because he likes people's scents

now mark being filmed drinking a beverage in rapid succession because that's simply how fast their music goes lol

chenle sneezing randomly XD

recreated X3

renhyuck getting sleepy after their conference smoothies

chenle just continuing to eat his instant noodles as they're filming

[wifiwuxians]

sorry for the late reply! im the songxue anon! just saw your responses a few minutes ago and my gosh, you're really very sweet ;; im sorry to have caused so much of a fuss but thank you for being so compassionate and kind ;; (also i adore that crying xue yang omigosh what are you talking abt how can you think thats not amazing its perfect i love it). also the tags? on your first reply??? people are mean to song lan????? WHO IS MEAN TO SONG LAN??? WHY??? HOW????! i'll be honest, i tend to avoid getting involved with fandom discourse At All Costs bc i dont need that kind of stress in my life, so mainly i just look at fanart and fics i like and stay in my lane so i had no idea there were people who hate on song lan???? like??????????? how????????????????? okay, i love xue yang, he's my baby, but i TOTALLY understand people hating him. he has no rights and he deserved everything bad that happened to him and so much more. i just happen to adore him and wanna spoil my stupid lil meowmeow. like it makes SENSE to be mad at xue yang but like.................................. how can anyone hate song lan?!?! HE DID NOTHING WRONG?????? LITERALLY HE JUST GOT HURT, OVER AND OVER, FOR NO REASON????? im sorry for going on such a tangent over a very short tag you added but im a lil flabbergasted that anyone could hate on Best Boy. also while im going on tangents about tags, your 500 aus are part of what i adore about your art oki. like you have such a wonderful and vivid imagination and the way that you give life to the ideas with your art is breath-taking. even if its a concept i dont think i would enjoy just hearing the idea, when i see your execution i am 100% on board because my gosh you have such a beautiful way of bringing life to things.

and you don't need to apologize for anything btw! it's totally oki to assert boundaries and i really dont speak for anyone other than myself. i just saw a few "dont tag as ship" things and i was like "ahh... oki they prolly wouldnt like me" cuz im an anxious bean and i also dont wanna reveal myself as a gross loser who likes weird ships to one of my fav artists, ya know? so you were 100% just doing the good selfcare thing (which much approval, we stan) and i just got the wrong idea cuz im a nervous weirdo. as for revealing myself i feel a bit embarrassed to do so now after being such a weirdo at you oaeurhgiauehrg but one way or another, your are IS getting reblogged, especially now that i have permission to look at some pieces disrespectfully oiaerhjgohre (not SUPER disrespectfully, just maybe a lil bit of 'they're in love your honor' oki) (a silly random thing but im a bit happy to know you dont hate songxue oijghiouehrg its silly but knowing my favorite 'songxue artist' (not-really-songxue-but-i-totally-see-it) doesnt hate my otp is kinda nice 😊 i thought the irony of it was a bit funny before but i also felt guilty for seeing stuff that your didnt really intend with your art and yeah eoirjgioejrg basically my initial asks were all that struggle so its just kinda nice. its not a very popular ship so its cool when its not disliked, even if its not actively enjoyed. idk if im making sense LOL sorry) ohergiuearhg sorry i feel like i went on a bunch of tangents instead of responding to you properly and i think maybe i have a problem of Talking Too Much so i swear i will really try to keep this one short. i love your art, youre completely valid and wonderful, im doing okay and im really happy you responded to me so kindly despite my strangeness, i think you're neat and you deserve a ton of people showering you with praise cuz damn, you make things great. and i'd like to take a moment to express how you can really influence people with your art: i never even considered wen chao x xue yang before your art and now i think they're a really funny couple, and thats completely bc of how lovely your creations are. please believe in your ability to make people love the things that you love through your beautiful art. be proud of how incredible you are. you make everything a lil brighter just by existing but the fact that you exist and choose to share your beautiful art (and fics, ive read some of them and i Love your writing, its incredible) you make the world a whole lot brighter cuz damn, now i get to look at this stuff and just smile and feel warm inside. so thank you for making my life a lil happier and please be confident in yourself!

okay sorry to put em all together but also i felt it was best so let's begin,

^me

1- you've caused no fuss at all so don't worry about that!! i just wanted to make sure it wasn't a ships in the night situation LOL i wanted to make sure you got my response! :) (I'M GLAD YOU ENJOY THE MEME LOL) as for song lan meanness, that's what i'm saying THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING and YET! this is why i stay out of the tags all the time. there's just too much shit out there in the world and sometimes i fail at just gritting my teeth and letting people say their thang, and it gets me in trouble... but maaaaaaan i really need to say it's a shame you wanna stay anonymous because i think we'd get on like a house on fire! you've summed up exactly how i feel about both of them + how i wish others reacted to them haha (but no pressure to reveal yourself! just know i think we'd get along)

and as for 500 AUs... i'm so glad 😭 i am an AU machine, i have so many i can't keep track and they bring me so much joy, but i admittedly feel sort of alone in making them haha SO THIS MEANS A LOT!! especially you complimenting my execution like i think i may just melt into a puddle and pass away jfghsjh thank you,, so much

2- but seriously, don't worry about the tag thing, it is 100% a boundary thing and the only time i think i'd dislike someone for it is if they saw i said not to tag it as something in the body of the post and did it anyway! 'cause that's just rude (and then i feel despair bc what else can i do to get people NOT to tag LMAO) it's for my own comfort, i'm not trying to dictate what people can or can't ship or feel, it's just i'd rather not hear about it :p especially when it's not what i drew! but also i'm a favorite artist? 😳

you haven't been a weirdo at all! no pressure to go mask off but please don't let anything be because you think i think you're a weirdo or a loser, ok? it's not true! hooray reblogs my NUTRIENCE.. THANK YOU! (but haha this isn't a 'theyre in love' type of piece but the one i personally look at most disrespectfully is when i drew sl straight up eating xy's flesh off his ribs... i know cannibalism isn't for everyone though and neither is gory imagery! just... sharing... oversharing...)

for the aside: no problem! i will say for transparency purposes that my relationship with it IS complicated and that i personally would need it to fit a very uncommon mold (that i do not often see) for me to be like 👍 which is why i tend to stick to my own stuff + what a chosen few friends make when it comes to them in general, but my god you're a rare breed! i've never met anyone who had it as their otp!! you're braver than any US marine because it's such a rarepair it didn't make it into the like top 11 mdzs ships on ao3 or whatever...

3- i love talking though! i really appreciate your messages and i hope this response wasn't a complete jumbled mess ahhh...

thank you so so much for all the lovely praise and encouragement, getting these messages actually helped me break out of my funk a little and do some chores, so know your words do have an impact too! 💕 i need to remember more often that as long as even one person smiles at my work, it will have been worth it. i promise i'm trying ;; sometimes i get caught up in the numbers still and i'm very ashamed of that, but damn, you took time out of your day to let me know that you love and appreciate what i do, and that's honestly made me tear up a little, so THANK YOU AGAIN !! i'm sorry i'm failing at expressing myself and my gratitude properly kgjdklhjkgh (also, thank you for the xuechao support, like THAT's what i call a RAREPAIR! (canned laughter) i really try to spread the joy with those two)

i'm really floundering on how to say thank you well enough so... maybe i can show you some birthday art i made for a friend who also loves xy and sl and xy/chao (which of course now im being nitpicky about but the friend loved it so idc LOL)

[cure-icy-writes]

Hi I am going around to everyone who reblogged that post with tags: please use this ask as an excuse to ramble about your ocs I want to hear about them

OwO? Well, if you insist~

Here's my first picrew approximation of Lux! Not a final design, but I wanted to figure out their facial features a bit-- they've got sort of catlike, narrow eyes, messy white hair, long/thin nose, sharp chin, and thin expressive eyebrows.

As for their clothing, their default design changed a bit-- frayed/saggy sweater that used to be recognizable as cable knit, and faded jeans with an inoffensive patch or two and large pockets. Mom jeans, y'know?

Lux's character is based on two things:

Aging is not a curse. Getting older doesn't mean you're missing out; it means you have new perspectives. Lux has the ability to see what the children in the story cannot, and life skills that they're lacking. So what if Lux isn't physically at their prime anymore? They can make phone calls and answer emails and spot scams.

You can still leave a legacy without having biological children. This one's important; Lux is some flavor of neurodivergent, and saw firsthand what happens when someone who never wanted a child is saddled with one.

Lux lost their parents at a young age, too young to really remember them, and for the most part will shrug and tell you that you can't miss what you never had. But they do feel a confused sort of grief and longing for what could have been, and visit their parents' graves once a year.

They ended up being taken in my their only living relative, their aunt. And this woman... she didn't want children, she was unqualified to raise children in a lot of ways, and she didn't do the best job. She wasn't really abusive, but she definitely was emotionally neglectful, and Lux was something of a wild child as a kid, wandering around and getting into fights.

But the adults in the community started to take notice of this, and began to provide for Lux in small ways. It started out with just little check ins, free clothing and food, but eventually Lux was having a home cooked dinner at someone else's house nearly every night. It takes a village to raise a child, and that village had started to step up.

When Lux left home, however, they lost this support system and started to revert back into their old ways, traveling and living on ramen, keeping a frankly abysmal sleep schedule, not even owning a comb.

They were eventually properly socialized, so flash forward to the present day, Lux has no kids, three money, and takes care of the neighbor kids sometimes. Because the other adults in town consist of:

sort of pathetic meowmeow scientist

former unshaven addict who had a daughter due to critical contraceptive failure and realized "oh shit oh fuck i have a child i need to get my life together STAT." he's doing his best to manage his addictions and keep his daughter safe, but there's a lot he falls behind on, and he doesn't feel like he can leave town for fear of relapsing

late bloomer lesbian who only realized she liked women after getting a husband and a son. the divorce didn't go great for her, but she kept custody

So Lux is an adult with back pain and a favorite kitchen appliance (it's the dishwasher. no question) and knows full well that they shouldn't have kids for fear of ending up like their aunt, but they also really enjoy being the cool aunty/uncle figure to the local kids.

They're the sort of genderqueer where they like a healthy balance of gender, don't believe in the pressure to perform androgyny, and use they/them for convenience. they only refer to themself as having a binary gender in a very specific mood, or when it's funny. gender is a performance and you gotta do it For The Bit.

oh also they forcibly adopt an edgy eleven year old who has beef with them as their weird little nephew and it's the funniest fucking thing. child you are not horrible or irredeemably evil, you are eleven. cmon let's go to mcdonalds and then get you some black eyeliner and introduce you to emo bands and sonic OCs, you need an outlet.

[katanayume]

dumb lil shit fights mochen gone wrong

a lil half-serious half-shitpost fic i wrote of my friend tomi's interpretation of mo chen n my oc based on a twitter interaction ^_^

Mochen gets a notification from a certain someone, that very certain 'someone' being Koigusa.

He swipes to check what has he [koi] texted him, and well, instead of any normal greetings message he sees a message that reads; "FIGHT ME ASSHOLE!"

On Koi's side, he gets a message from Mochen that was just "How tall are you?", thought it was ominous but texted him back anyways — "I'm 5'9, what do you need it for?"

They text and text for a bit, until Mochen dares him to come to the parking lot in the back of his and Kevin's apartment complex.

Koigusa being the madman he is, he put on his jacket and boots, walked out of the house and texted Mochen back — "I'll be there soon. I'll kick your fucking ass bitch."

Progressively, his walking turns into running and then full on sprinting; going as fast as he could without stopping.

— Eventually he got there, ready to jump at the guy, instead of actually striking the brunette boy with glasses, he fainted and fell onto the concrete walk before he could do that - his glasses nearly shattering after collapsing onto the sidewalk.

Chen notices it, think it's a little bit funny and takes a photo captioning it "Didn't even have to lift a finger."

[ ugly giggling right after this pathetic meowmeow lil shit passed out infront of him. damn. he deserved that tho ]

A few minutes pass, it was hard to see but the black-haired gentleman with a coat was still somewhat moving; still breathing [ just harshly. hes okay don't worry lmao ] even though he ran a whole few kilometers to the parking lot

The brunette boy starts to get concerned, it's been around 12 minutes already and the guy still wasn't sitting up at least - so he grabbed a stick and poked him with it a few times just to make sure he didn't die.

— Pondering whether he should leave Koi to lay there or not; just as he was about to walk away, Koigusa regained some consciousness, getting up little by little and realizing that he has a nosebleed - so he just wiped the blood off with the sleeve of his coat.

Mochen is about to leave, slowly walking away - the boy says something along the lines of "Don't leave me here yet.."

He turned around to see the gentleman looking back at him, the pokemon fan tried to not laugh at him since he looked fucking idiotic, but ultimately decided to not do that - reaching out a hand to help him get up.

Koigusa picks up his slightly broken glasses and puts them on - " Thank you for helping me get up… "

" You're welcome, I guess. You started that fight though, so it's on you mostly. " - Mochen laughs a little, finding the whole thing amusing.

" Well, should we fight..?"

" …Maybe, you don't look like you're in the right shape to be fighting me after that"- Chen lets out a giggle

" I mean, no shit, it was kind of far away and running as fast as I could wasn't that fun of an idea." he doesn't seem too bothered about it " Would you still dare to fight me even after this happened? "

" No. I'd feel bad for it "

" I also think you should wipe off that blood, you loo— " before he can finish, Gusa punches him right in the nose

" - OH YOU FUCKING BITCH " he laughs it off

Both are laughing along,

Later on, they go on a walk, Chen is playing pokemon go and Gusa is. the dumb lil shit doesnt even know wtf hes doing hes just taking a lil strut

and thats where the fic ends for now.