#ITS UNFAIR 🥲🥲🥲

[saetoshis]

the way its june 1st n there aren’t tits in my face ?;?;,?

[aqent8]

they need to invent people that make me feel at ease, safe and love me unconditionally

[pears-trinkets]

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[lonigiri]

anton nsfw alphabet

minors dni

a=aftercare: hes so sweet, gives you kisses and cuddles, cleans you up a little bit but not anything big, just gets some tissues but he loves after sex cuddles

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself is probably his height (ik its not like a part stfu) he loves the size difference between himself and you. his favorite body part on you is probably your neck, his head is always burried in your neck giving you kisses and sucking hickies 🤭

c=cum: he just loves to cum. thats it thats the tweet/hj. hes just so happy to have someone that loves him enough to be this vulnerable with him and he cant hold himself back from cumming he feels like hes gonna cum his pants whenever he sees ur pretty tits 😣

d=dirty secret: he wants to ask one of the guys (preferably wonbin or sohee bcs they wouldnt make fun of him) to have a threesome with you and him because he thinks ur too pretty to just have you to himself, he wants to see how good his members can fuck you

e=experience: he wasnt very experienced before you, you were probably his first or second, but you helped teach him how to touch you nice and good to make you finish

f=favorite position: probably just missionary, he loves being on top of you and seeing how tiny you are compared to him, also loves burrying his face into your neck. if he wanted to switch it up he'd probably let you ride him

g=goofy: probably 50/50 hes honestly too busy whimpering to be funny

h=hair: anton strikes me as the type to be basically fully shaved, he just doesnt like how the hair looks on him

i=intimacy: he doesnt strike me as the type to have fast/rough sex, sure if he has some like pent up anger he will fuck you but if its just a normal tuesday he likes to have slower sex, but if you asked him to be rougher he will oblige

j=jack off: anton was so scared to ask you for sex during your relationship, yall would be making out and he'd pop a boner and he'd excuse himself to the bathroom and rub one out (which was very apparent to you because the walls were thin and you could hear him moaning) but now that you guys actually have sex he doesnt really masterbate anymore, only if hes away from you for a long time

k=kink: he def has a size kink, watching how ur belly buldges when he bottoms out inside of you turns him on so so much he could just cum right then and there tbh

l=location: he just likes the bed, nothing crazy, sometimes the shower if you ask him to shower with you

m=motivation: bro gets turned on by everything and anything, the slightest touch to him hes on the verge of getting bricked. but its only for you, you make him feel such a special way the no one else could 🥰🥲

n=no: just anything thats hurting you, sure he might accidentally hurt you with his dick and being too eager but he always feels so bad. he could never hurt you on purpose 💔

o=oral: anton is a MUNCH and i stand by that, he LOVEEESSSS eating pussy so much. he gets sooo pussy drunk when hes between ur legs omg. when you first asked him to eat u out he was very skeptical, now he basically claws at ur pants to get them off so he can eat you nice and good like u deserve

p=pace: like i said earlier he enjoys slow sex a lot more then rough/fast sex. he will go fast/rough if you ask him to, he just probably wont last as long 😣

q=quickie: hes iffy on them, doesnt really enjoy them bcs he likes to take his time with you. but if you have limited time to have sex he will have one just wont be very happy abt it

r=risks: doesnt really take risks, he knows what works and he sticks to it

s=stamina: he does not have a very high stamina, can probably go for at the very most 3 rounds and even by then hes like dying

t=toys: you have a viberator that you've integrated into your sex and he has a cock ring 😵‍💫

u=unfair: he doesnt really tease, like ever. if anything you tease him more then he teases you

v=volume: oh hes a whimperer his sounds are so freaking pretty. whispering into your ear how good you make him feel and how pretty you are

w=wild card: he loves when you mark him up, leaving hickies on his neck, scratching his shoulders and back. he takes it like a trophy. whenever hes changing around the guys and they see the marks they always call them out and he just smiles like a dummy recalling the things he did the night before to recive said marks

x=xray: oh anton is packing, its like 7 1/2"-8" and like the perfect girth. he didnt realize how big he actually was until the two of you had sex for the first time and your jaw was basically on the floor from how big he was like how tf is that supposed to go into my vagina

y=yearing: 24/7 hes thinking of it, how good ur cunt is and how when he gets home he wants to make you feel so good and bury himself into ur cunt

z=zzz: he falls asleep so fast, he gets the tissues to clean you up, and then he gives you a few kisses and as soon as hes cuddling with you he passes out

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[shogunish]

𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀.

synopsis. “you made me feel like i was a threat to you.”

contents. a bit of angst, comfort, miscommunication/lack of communication, implied friends-to-lovers, soft! satoru, takes place after the star plasma vessel incident, satoru's trauma response, unedited, something i whipped up on a whim lmao

wc. 1.3k

note. had a sudden urge to write this when i watched dazai edits and i hope i'll find more inspiration to write like..i just wanna be consistent for once 🥲

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

the inverted spear of heaven was no more.

the star plasma vessel incident — mainly toji fushiguro — had carved its mark into satoru’s flesh. after satoru had killed the man, he had made sure to destroy the cursed tool until not even ashes remained of the sharp blade that used to spill the blood of innocents.

it was almost like the sorcerer wanted to destroy the things that could destroy him.

however, he failed to notice how he had almost destroyed his relationship with you, too.

no longer did satoru wrap you up in his bear hugs. no longer did he let you rest your head on his shoulder on movie night. no longer were you welcome in his space.

always were you kept at an arm’s length. satoru was close enough to admire but so far out of reach like the constellation of stars dotting the night sky. what you thought was no more than a phase turned out to be so much more until, in the safety of your bedroom and underneath your blankets, your vision blurred with tears.

if the sun wasn't there, the moon would remain hidden in the vast void of space. and without satoru, you couldn't shine, either. in fact, your smile dimmed until it was almost extinguished by the pain satoru put you through — but it wasn’t his fault. or so you'd like to tell yourself.

satoru had danced with death when he was meant to only protect a girl.

you couldn't possibly blame him.

after all, you could neutralize the only thing that kept him safe.

the ability to nullify any cursed technique upon touch was as convenient as it was, literally, cursed. with zero offensive abilities, you always relied on satoru or suguru to cover for you in case your plans didn't work out. one miscalculation and your head would roll — that much you knew.

among every student attending jujutsu high, you were the weakest while satoru was the strongest.

it was enough to tie your fate to satoru, weaving a web of complicated feelings which usually tasted like those sugary gummy bears the sorcerer carried with him. it was sweet and warm like his embrace, but the blade of toji fushiguro had effortlessly cut through the fine webs. nothing but a cold void remained where laughter and silly inside jokes about digimon danced along the velvety threads.

almost like a black hole that swallowed the constellation in the skies, leaving behind broken galaxies and lonely stars that swallowed moons to fill the loss of their companions.

“he's so stupid,” you muttered to yourself, threw the teddy bear in your arms into the corner of your bed and sat up to blow your nose.

the teddy bear was a polar bear adorned with button eyes and a red bow tied around its fluffy neck. it looks like you, you had mindlessly said during last year's summer festival. satoru had spent the entire evening shooting little rubber ducks to earn enough points to win the silly bear, but it was worth it for your eyes lit up like the fireworks that followed soon after.

the clock read two am when you poured boiling hot water into a cup of instant ramen, ripped open the package of spice and stirred the meal with disinterest written all over your face. not even the scent of cheap cup noodles made your tummy growl anymore. how could it when it was so full of dread, guilt and worry for the sorcerer who stole your heart and refused to give it back? it was an unfair bargain, really.

just a moment later, you heard a knock on your door. you considered ignoring it and pretending to be asleep, but alas, the lights were on and likely snuck through underneath the crack of the door to your dorm. what kind of idiot knocked on your door at two am?

satoru — the only idiot who'd knock on your door in the middle of the night and look like a kicked puppy.

“satoru? it's two am..,” you spoke first, standing between him and the warmth of your dorm.

satoru didn't look like satoru. even through the pitch black glasses of his shades could you see the storm brewing in those sky-blues of his. with a sigh, he rubbed his neck. “why does everyone keep telling me how late it is? ah, no matter.”

you wanted to ask, but decided against it.

“look, i know it's late, but i can't help but think you've been avoiding me for the last couple of what? weeks? months?” satoru shifted his weight from one fuzzy slipper to the other. “was it something i said?”

in that very moment, you realized you were doing the same things as he was. as soon as class was over, you'd go home alone. you'd have lunch alone. you'd spend your weekends alone. all those things once were shared with satoru in your space, but as soon as he avoided you..you avoided him, too out of fear of getting hurt.

“satoru..don't you realize that you've been avoiding me first?” your voice was quiet as you hugged your middle. “ever since the incident and the destruction of that cursed tool, you always kept me at arm's length. you no longer let me get any closer nor do you spar with me anymore. nothing..”

“you made me feel like i was a threat to you.”

a painful epiphany coiled in satoru's stomach like a snake. was he so busy destroying the devil's tools and refining his technique that he..forgot about about you? the person who'd steal his fries and snore on his shoulder on movie night? no, no way. he would never see you as a threat even though your touch could dissolve his infinity like sugar when it touched water.

“[name], that's not..” the words got stuck in his throat. for the first time in his life, he was speechless. “you are anything but a threat.”

“then why..” tears brimmed your eyes until they overflowed, ran down the apples of your cheeks and met the warmth of satoru’s thumb. it was not his stupid infinity wiping the tears away, but satoru himself.

to be touched by satoru felt like the first sunrays of spring gracing your skin. warm, familiar and hinting at the end of a long, unforgiving winter that had taken root in your belly. soft sobs bubbled in the back of your throat, rocking your shoulders and interrupting every word you wanted to say; how stupid he was, how much you missed him, how much you needed him.

“shh..say no more,” satoru whispered and took you in his strong arms so you could sob into his chest all you wanted.

satoru didn't care about the tears or snot wetting his shirt. all that mattered was the feeling of you in his arms, and even though it pained him to know that he caused those tears, this was better than receiving your cold shoulder and dismissive smiles.

quietly, you and satoru went back inside the warmth of your dorm where both of you shared some cheap cup ramen which satoru spiced up with some peppers, egg and a conversation which neither of you would remember in the morning to come. no amount of time seemed to have passed between you as you both laughed, bickered and exchanged glances like lovers-to-be would.

“what are you doing?,” you asked, long comfortable underneath the sheets of your bed — or you would be if satoru didn't hold them up and almost looked offended by your words.

“sleeping with you, duh,” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world and maybe it was.

ignoring your protests and pouts, satoru crammed himself into bed with you, one arm around your waist and the other one underneath your head. his broad chest gently pressed against your back, his warmth enveloped you like a blanket.

“you're stupid,” you smiled to yourself while a blush as red as roses crept up your cheeks.

“and you're lucky i love you,” satoru grumbled underneath his breath, blowing some strands of your hair away from his nose and mouth so he wouldn't suffocate while holding you so tight.

taglist. @torusmochi, @cinnamonmon

[thatdeadaquarius]

sleepy-apparition Submitted:

I have to say it, I can not stay silent any longer! Shenhe is one of the best characters for neurodivergent creator.

Just hear me out! Not only is also plagued with feeling like she's stuck between two worlds(being a human that was forced out of society and now has to ingrain herself back into society after living away from it for so long), her way of thinking and speech are perfect for someone who's neurodivergent(she's probably neurodivergent herself). She's VERY direct. You always know what you're gonna get from her. I'd be refreshing, especially after that awkward 'just became friends' stage.

Also Shenhe's like. One of the best bodyguards you could have, in any context. She's SUPER strong and quick, and she, technically, can follow you anywhere. Unlike Ganyu and Cyno(Who have high maintenance jobs) or Xiao(Who has a certain duty stopping him from leaving), there isn't anything keeping her in Liyue. I guess there's the chance of her red ropes breaking...but that's something she's been working hard on since she met the traveler. It's something she can work on with you. Plus, traveling with a partner might be good, for both the you and Shenhe. You get a friend who can protect you, and she also gets afriend, and crowd exposure therapy. Win-win honestly.

I might have put to much effort into this, but I need to talk about Shenhe and your ask box was closed. Your work is amazing by the way! It never fails to make me laugh or smile, so keep it up! You're doing great!

GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WRITING ABOUT GORGEOUS GORGEOUS WOMEN ✨️💙

I love this, tho admittedly im head over heels for any neurodivergent content in sagau/genshin ever <33

THANKS FOR BLESSING MY EYES FIRST WITH THIS, it was an amazing read

You guys are always welcome to send in writing blurbs or any brainrot ur having, I love to hear it!! /gen :)

Btw, if ur wondering where ive been for the past week or so, ive been working on the one shot for Eldritch AU!

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⚠️WARNING talk of Covid/Sickness below!⚠️

...that and I got Covid 💀

My roommate brought it back with them when they came home,, last friday? I think

And i ended up getting a nasty fever on and off for 2 days straight

Im almost recovered now! Just a stuffy nose and no taste buds :'(

Which has been the most upsetting part i can BARELY taste anything

My sense of taste yesterday was the most there its been since i got knocked out last week, and even then it was at 1/4 rlly of the way there

Now im back to eating textures 😭

Been like this for 4 days now that im doing better/more cleared up its so unfair D;

Anyway, srry abt the complaining, just wanted to let u guys know whats up!!

Let me know if u got any getting taste back tricks 🥲

THANK U AGAIN FOR THIS.

Im serious this made my day to see <3333 😭

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Safe Travels Sleepy,

💀♒️

tbh i thought abt tagging beloveds so they could see this, but i didnt write it so i didnt wanna tag lmao

[circinuus]

I read your dad Fyodor post and I was wondering if instead of reader getting with Dazai it could be reader getting together with Akutagawa?

fyodor with a daughter dating akutagawa

0.5k words. fem!reader

❥ since the post in question involved reader as fedya's daughter, i'll write fem! reader for this one too! hope you don't mind, nonnie

the dad fyodor post

Now I'm wondering just how Akutagawa my boy ended up with a Dostoevsky. Regardless, I trust that you take care of him well <3

No matter who his daughter is seeing, Fyodor is protective by default. Natural fatherly instincts aside, he has this viewpoint about how humans are foolish and sinful. Crime is as natural as living and breathing, so humans need to be 'saved,' and the world needs to be 'cleansed.'

If that is truly how he views humanity, I don't think he will deem any person worthy to be romantically involved with you. Even if they're a literal saint.

Bonus points if you're a non-gifted, and if you have nothing to do with his Fyodor-typical criminal activities. You're the closest to being 'sinless' and father! Fyodor doesn't want you to get tainted by anything.

Tough luck for Akutagawa because he's a gifted and he commits crimes for a living💀

Again, father! Fyodor will be more protective and controlling than brother! Fyodor. Simply because the sense of responsibility and belonging is bigger, and he has more power in his position as your parent.

See? Your dad just wants the best for you <3

The whole 'you-are-not-worthy-of-my-kid' aside, Fedya sometimes uses Akutagawa as a pivotal piece in his grand schemes. I feel like he won't specifically dislike him, but he absolutely loves you! That being said, father! Fedya might indulge you and let you meet your dearest Akutagawa—until he finds him better off dead than alive in his quest of creating a world without ability users.

The man, as pale as the winter in your homeland, with steps as light as its snow—your father approaches your disconsolate state. As cold as his appearance may appear, his gesture is warm as he drapes his dark coat over your trembling self, a hand resting on your shoulder while the other comfortingly rubs circles your back.

"What did I tell you? The world is just as sinful as it is unfair," he said. "Sacrifices are eventually inevitable. But it's okay за́йка¹, you're safe with me now," he hushes your silent laments as a hand moves to pet your head.

I mean—look at what happened to Aku in the manga// I'm so sorry, I just love making this man evil.

Alternatively, Fyodor will make an exception because Akutagawa looks very polite :) Just for your fondness for your beloved, he might pull some strings and, let's say, exclude Akutagawa from whatever disaster he is planning for the detective agency, the government, or the Port Mafia.

Akutagawa can be such a sweetheart. I think if he ever gets the chance to meet father! Fyodor, he won't be intimidated, as per se. But he will try his best to be respectful. Because duh, Fyodor is the father of his s/o—as long as he doesn't know his soon-to-be father-in-law might pose a threat to the mafia and/or his sister.

Akutagawa does have this traditionalist vibes and so does Fedya. He obeys people he respects too. So anon you're up to something, this might actually work??

зайка¹ and any other diminutives of заяц (ZAyats)—bunny rabbit—are used when speaking to loved ones, very close friends, and children (source). //cmiiw

honestly, i'm interested in hearing everyone's interpretation of fedya's character. figuring out this man got my brain in a backflip ngl i just kept on making him kill everyone🥲

♡ @ashthemadwriter

[rzyraffek]

Hiiii I do like to request slashers with a really calm reader that as a kind and calm aura and talks their way out of situations and for some reason just makes however is trying to fight or attack them vent, cry on their shoulder without even noticing that and when they point that out the reader is just like Isn't that how it goes with everyone? "🤔🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️" (male or G/n reader would be cool🥲)

YAaas😈 Will go will he/him pronouns

Request open as always have fun reading

Micheal Myers

S/o was vibing making tea in kitchen when micheal just spawned in hallway

So he either had to runaway or try to talk him out of this situation

"Eee you want some tea? I heard that the guy that thats chasing(DrLoomis)you isnt very kind isnt he?"(yes yes s/o trying to make micheal wanna kill somone else but not him yess)

Micheal enjoys smell of tea (bruh I love white tea with hint of rose/strawberry) and he for sure would enjoy taste of it but hes shy and nono dont see his face pls.

S/o wont make him vent mostly due him being mute and non comunicative at all but He definitly will vibe and think about how much he would rather be stabing Loomis rn

But ig he wont stab him? S/o makes nice tea, keep up,king, he might come again and again just to lisen him ramble about daily life and steal food from fridge

Brahms Heelshie

This one is opposite of Micheal. Brahms will probably instantly vent and cry. He wil talk about how lonley it was and how alone he felt and how everything was unfair

He will hug him, he wont stop for a while

He accualy never intended to kill him, never but He thought that he has No choice. But now He loves that he didnt kill him!

S/o is a great lisyner and great person to talk to! He is so matture and smart!

Easiest way to calm him down is giving him glass of water or cup of tea AND hugs of course dont forget about hugs

Brahms is a big babi he is emotional he will cry a lot

Asa Emory

"???Qhat you talking about??" Look nothing personal but He came here to like??? Kindap you?? Im mean yeah he would love to tell him how much kindaping people and putting them into huge jars is tiring but like??? Sir?? You gonna be in jar next??

I mean its more intresting than average screaming and begging for help🥰

He will start with "lmao this loozer thinks hes gonna talk me away from killing lol" to "yeah sometimes its so hard you know? Once one of them stabed me and I still have scar :( " and "oh you wanna see🤨😳 i mean yeah?😳" and takes his shirt off

He will kinda forgor he suppose to kill him and just vibes ESPECALLY if s/o likes bugs HE WILL BE LIKE: :D omg u like moths🥺😊? Wanna hold hands😳😈

He will eat his dinner and then ask for recipie

Billy Loomis

This guy already talks more than he should have. One question and he will do a monologue about his traumatic past and everything

Ofcourse not litteraly, he speaks in weird sentences (yall seen the movie) Nothing is said streight forward

He will hug them looking for support and probably falls asleep due to crying and huge amount of emotions

Then he will woke up and think "😳 did? Did I Just got laid? Noo its impossible wtf happened here??? Is he dead or???" " hi billy did you sleep well? Are you better now?" "AAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He is shocked, first of all he just vented, second of all he slept on somone with their consent, and third of all ??? He feels better now?? Yep s/o is definitly a wizard, yep no way it could possibly help, he just did some magic

Thomas Hewitt

I- Im not sure He ever expirienced somone just being nice, just being nice, without some plan to gain anything from it, without hint of manipulation or plan to use him

He wanted to kill him but He Thomas acually felt guilt, he didnt seem to deserve it. He helped his friends even when he himself was in danger.

Thomas broke when s/o started talking. Again Thomas is mute he wont magicly start speaking like eminem RapGod song

But he will akwardly hold his hands together and be shy (Thomas is shy guys)

S/o just seems to understand him so well

He wont kill him and he probably will be like "Luda🥺 theres this little goblin creature in our basement can we keep him💖" "No way in hell imma-" "he knows how to cook and do chores!" "Yeah sure we can keep him"

Cool his alive now!

Now just preapre for being thomas therapist for rest of life

Hopefully u like it, didnt really have idea what to write

[absolutesilly]

Hello again!!! What do you think about Feng Xin and Jian Lan? They made me sad but rereading it, i get why home girl just wants to move on but still 🥲 alot of people have said that Feng xin is a coward because he could not choose between his prince and his lover. But i think thats such an unfair judgement though. He was trying his best but they said its his indecisiveness was what made him lose both of them. Also, alternatively would you have like if Jian Lan gave Feng Xin a second chance?

hello again!! :) this is a really good question!!

jian lan and feng xin make me soooooooo sad. the thought of feng xin paying to see her just to talk… ough. i have my head in my hands. :’( i think they’re a really good example of love lost due to circumstance and poor timing.

there’s a part of me that wants to call them a case of “right person, wrong time”—but i’m not sure that’s true! i think that how wrong the time was is a big factor that led to them connecting in the first place. would they have sought each other out otherwise, if jian lan remained a noble young woman and feng xin stayed the prince’s bodyguard? who knows! but they were a big comfort to each other in such a difficult part of both of their lives… a happy ending that couldn’t happen, with everything else going on :(

i agree that calling feng xin a coward or indecisive feels like an unfair judgement. especially bc feng xin’s relationship with jian lan feels like one of the first things he ever really wanted for himself! xianle era feng xin’s whole identity revolves around protecting and serving xie lian—he outright says to mq at one point that he doesn’t care about anyone except his highness! so for him to go and pursue his love for someone else, albeit in secret… idk, that doesn’t feel like cowardice to me! just human. and perhaps, a reflection of the sheer amount of stress he was under and some of his faith in xl wavering.

there are things about feng xin’s personality that helped lead to both his relationship with jian lan and his relationship with xie lian falling apart—but rather than cowardice or indecision, i’d say it’s some of feng xin’s best traits backfiring on him! namely: his loyalty and his idealism.

it’s clear that he desperately wants to do right by both of the people he loves, but he can’t, and he doesn’t want to accept that. he wants to buy jian lan’s freedom! he wants to stand by xie lian’s side and protect his dignity as the prince! but neither of these things are feasible. it’s especially difficult trying to do both, but honestly i think that even if he was just focusing on one or the other, they would have been nigh-impossible tasks. still, even though jian lan seems to understand that feng xin freeing her is a pipe dream and xie lian realizes that feng xin is chasing after a version of him that no longer exists (and maybe never did)—his loyalty would never allow him to leave either of their sides, if he had a choice. hence why they both sent him away :(

ultimately, i think it makes sense that jian lan doesn’t want to rekindle things with feng xin or give him a second chance. to be honest, i don’t think he wants her to! it’s another moment of loyalty and idealism for him—he wants to do right by her, but to me it really didn’t seem like he was still in love with her at the end. he barely recognized her as a ghost! and it’s been so long… perhaps some things are better left to rest.

(i will say that i like to imagine that maybe a couple decades post-canon, they reconnect just enough for feng xin to go and visit her and cuocuo every once and a while… baby steps.)

[domjaehyun]

would you ever like spoil tbim ? i really want to read it but my attention span is not good and i simply do not have time : ( i know its a lot to ask but i feel left out with all the asks since i havent read it yet 🥲

well,,, no 😭 i’m sorry but that just seems really wrong and unfair to myself 😭 like i worked for months on it and if i spoil it that’s like saying there’s no point in reading it? and me saying what happens doesn’t change the fact that there are like . key scenes that shift the storyline, key smut scenes that i can’t summarize, and not to mention the character development :/ it’ll be here forever you will find time eventually if you’ve read other stories by me they’re all long (mostly) so like . pace yourself and read it that way! even if i spoiled parts of it you would still be incredibly left out when people mention quotes or moments 🥲 so no im sorry i won’t be spoiling the fic at all i think i worked too hard to discredit it like that 💖

[light-everything-in-pink]

hmm

how about harley aka helly

ASDIB!Helly/Harley Robinson headcanons! (TW: bullying)

(and also, ASDIBAU refers to the AU as a whole, and ASDIB refers to the in-universe show)

•A rare case of my AU Helly NOT having—to some extent—an ability to see things he shouldn't like the 4th wall. Works for me as it would make the narrative shenanigans of ASDIB even worse and more of a headache if he did (it already was one with Modfall, as the Narrator there is his own character). Also a rare case of a straight Helly, although his general awkwardness over his one-sided flirt schemes (one-sided as in he doesn't take reciprocation well) and gender expression shows.

•I forgot to mention this but Mr. Robinson is in his late-30s at the 'main' events of ASDIBAU, while Harley is in his early teens. That means he lost his parents way too early in his life 🥲 (not the worst Helly backstory tho. The MD one had [REDACTED] his parents).

And said loss happened at the same time Robinson got the Trauma™.

But due to the connected and misfortunate series of events, Harley and Robinson got along like bread and butter, although not as stable without them.

•Local helicopter enthusiasist and loves the feeling of the wind going against his body! He's a natural adventurer and gets himself into trouble (nature or social). However, he is not yet used to patching himself up because he was used with his late parents doing it for little young him.

•His favorite cereal is Fruit Loops while he surprisingly likes a little bit of matcha. The matcha part comes from when his late mother lets him have a taste of "adult ice cream".

•Regular customer of the local toy store, always getting things from it and either tries to tinker with the toys he bought or just play with it as it is. Also the local sunshine boy and the light in Robinson's life (note the fact that Robinson is just Poli + Unsolved Depression, and it will get worse), making modified vehicles that can play songs.

•Doesn't go to school anymore because he is the one bullies always pick on. From his wardrobe choices, hair length, and even just his general personality, Harley ended up feeling despised amongst his peers, and is going thru an oddly optimistic 'emo' phase that goes "no one understands me and if they do meet me near the trees! :)"

In short, he has Trust Issues™, something surprisingly many Hellys lack.

•He doesn't like Narrator at first, especially as the later came off as controlling to his trapped uncle. But whenever he is both resting from collecting things around the attic and at the same time the tapes have its intermissions (which is night for Broomstown as the show takes place at daytime), Harley started to 'talk' (via poor Morse) to Narrator. Getting under the latter's persona was surprisingly an achievement, and due to the things Harley finds in the attic and what Narrator tells him about himself, Harley is a bit aware that:

Narrator lost someone thru unfair fates and tragedies, using the semi-digital microworld of ASDIB as an escape, the only thing he knew of the real world,

And...there is certainly a connection between his late mother's letters, Robinson's nightmares, and the way Narrator presents his semihuman form to Robinson.

"Were you just a living program, Narrator?"

"Of course, my little lily. I'm...part of a set of experiments my company did where instead of hiring a voice actor...they made me alive instead."

"That was oddly specific. But why are you so open about this, 'Narra—'"

". …- . -. / .. / …. .- …- . / -. --- / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. --. / -.-. .-.. ..- . / .-- …. .- - / .- -- / .. -.-.-- / … - --- .--. / .- … -.- .. -. --. -.-.--"

"😐 Alright..."

Harley sat down the creaking attic floorboard as he puts together a picture frame of the main voice cast of this old cartoon, and his eyebrows narrowed at the cast, especially with the crack line conveniently going between to men: likely the real voice actor for Poli, and another, unknown person.

Well, it's 'unknown' in the sense that this man doesn't seemed to be credited in any credits, but it made the brunette curious regarding that one redacted area in the credits where any sorts of a VA for the Narrator stood.

What's worse is that this...man...

Resembles his semi human form.

Meanwhile, another person deep inside Broomstown lifted up her pen. This might be too early for her to invoke him to be more open to not just the kid of the man he trapped inside, but if she is too slow with this...

Nobody will win this game.

Nobody will be saved, physically or emotionally.

The story must go on, even if it repeats over and over.

And over

And over

And over

And over.

()Will you sing in grief for a lost soul whom you loved and was unable to express such intricate emotions to, even after death?

I don't think so, at least I can't. I would rather wish this world to end already. I'm too tired, I'm too tired. I just want it to end already. I'm too tired seeing this echo of a show struggling to exist. Why can't I euthanize it with words of farewell and ending the end? Is there really a planned end for this show? Have I been running around in circles?

Am I a fool for thinking that my suffering is undeserving? I didn't want to be in this role, I never wanted to. But the power of actions overpower the power of words, and something is wrong about each and every action he takes, we take, everyone takes.

If only I let go all those years ago, then I wouldn't have to bear seeing the echo if his face again...but a part of me longed to be with him again...

One way or another.

And I won't let her get in the way again.

Maybe the boy in green has a point: I was running around in circles. But what I did has no reversal; it never have in the first place. I don't even understood what it was that I can do, and to think I have it all is quite pathetic of myself.

All I did was ending up making psyches rot inside this glitched little show!

So...

Can I sing a song of grief, for my love that have no one to feel?

No; I do not deserve affection.

I never did.()

<>Please...let go of me.<>

[theforgottenmcrmy]

Strength ~ Part 1/2 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall part 10 of the series “Growing Strong”, the masterlist of which can be found HERE ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, suggestive themes, references to past character death... that’s really it for this one.

Summary: The mood in the air was one of great joy, for the Lord of Harrenhal, and his heirs, had finally returned after an absence of many years.

A/N: Don’t worry you guys, this one is like, 99% tooth-rotting fluff. I was majorly channeling the Targaryen-Family-Dinner vibes for this one. Part 2 (will be posted on Thursday 11/10), is going to have more than its fair share of angst though, so... brace yourselves.🥲

Btw, thank you guys for all the love and feedback. I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but it literally makes my day and makes me feel so humble that you guys have not only been enjoying this story, but feel compelled to let me know. You guys are the bomb.com🖤🖤🖤

“Be good to your mother, lads. We’ll visit when we can… But that may be some time.”

A few days later, you had all gathered in the Princes’ chambers. It was so early, the young boys were not yet dressed for the day. But the Lord Hand had suggested it was best for the traveling party to depart from the capital just before sunrise. Doing so meant less prying eyes, and the near-empty streets would be far easier for the horses and carriage to traverse than later on in the morning or afternoon.

As you stood beside Princess Rhaenyra, rocking Prince Joffrey gently in your arms, you looked over towards your sons sympathetically.

Derrik and Selwin, as you and Harwin had expected, were less than thrilled when you’d informed them that the family was to relocate to Harrenhal so abruptly. The news hadn’t been easy for them to understand a few days before, and it seemed no easier for them to grasp now, even though the fateful moment had arrived. Derrick and Selwin looked so solemn, standing beside their friends, already donned in their traveling clothes and cloaks. Your sons had put on brave faces, but you knew they would miss Jacaerys and Lucerys terribly. You hoped that once they witnessed the grandeur that was Harrenhal, their spirits might be lifted, if only a little.

Better for them to be upset for a little while now, than to have them ripped from your arms by the headsman later. A chill ran down your spine at the horrid thought. You quickly regathered yourself by refocusing on the small Princeling in your arms.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were having difficulties coming to terms with the circumstances as well. Luke had been more reserved and closed off over the past few days than he usually was, and poor Jace had looked blatantly down-trodden.

As the Princes looked up at your husband with sad, wide eyes, your heart wrenched. It was unfair for them to be robbed of a man whom they looked up to so much, a man who practically had treated them as though they were his own blood for as long as they’d known him. You sincerely hoped Princess Rhaenyra would be able to get some proper sense through to Ser Laenor about investing more seriously into their family. Though Harwin and your family would be gone, Jacaerys and Lucerys’ need for fatherly guidance would not simply cease to exist with Harwin’s absence.

You could tell Harwin was still torn about having to leave, and, despite the potentially deadly consequences otherwise, you were not completely settled with the decision either. Harwin cared for the Princes greatly, that was beyond dispute. But, as you and Princess Rhaenyra had come to be so close over the years, you had come to care for her sons as well. Despite who their father was or was not, Jacaerys, Lucerys, and now Joffrey, were extensions of the woman whom you viewed as your dearest friend, and you loved them as such.

“We will return… I promise.”

You knew, perhaps better than anyone else, how true to his word Harwin was. But you did not fail to notice the intentional omittance of a time frame in which his vow would need to be accomplished.

When Princess Rhaenyra’s oldest son said nothing in response, Harwin tucked his hand under Jacaerys’ chin in an effort to cheer him up. It worked minimally; the boy did not look amused, but his look eventually shifted from one of dejection to one of reluctant acceptance. He nodded, silently confirming he understood your husband’s promise.

Harwin turned to Princess Rhaenyra with a sad smile. You took that as your queue to return Prince Joffrey back into her arms. The Princess accepted him from you with an ease, and she shushed him soothingly.

Once the youngest boy was settled in his mother’s arms, Harwin placed a gentle hand on top of the boy's head. “You be good too, little lad,” he instructed the babe half-seriously. A sobering thought must have struck his mind then, for he added dismally, “I will be a stranger when we meet again.”

“You will never be a stranger,” Princess Rhaenyra assured him quickly. Her eyes flickered over to you. The look in them was severe. “Neither of you shall be.”

You gave her a melancholy smile. “Thank you, Princess.”

“We should go, lads,” Harwin suggested then, turning to Derrik and Selwin. “Your grandsire will be waiting for us.”

Despite their obvious downcast looks, Derrik and Selwin stood to attention at their father’s direction. They bowed to the Princes, and then Princess Rhaenyra. They headed towards the door, but did so slowly, and not without a few forlorn looks over their shoulder back at their companions.

Once they had left the room, Harwin bowed. “My Princess.”

“Ser Harwin.”

Your husband’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment, and a silent understanding passed between you. With one more small smile at the Princes, and the Princess, Harwin followed your sons out of the chambers and into the hall.

Jacaerys meandered over to Lucerys. Once he reached him, he crouched down and attempted to cheer him up by joining him as he absent mindedly shuffled miniature figures across the rug before the fire. You took one last good look at the both of them, as if trying to preserve the strangely tranquil scene to memory.

When you finally looked back to Princess Rhaenyra, your eyes threatened to swell with tears. But you held strong.

“Goodbye, Lady Y/N.”

“Farewell, My Princess.”

There was a moment of silence, the both of you mutually unsure as to what to say or do next.

But then, Princess Rhaenyra nestled Prince Joffrey more securely to her. Once she was satisfied, she released her hold on him by a single arm, and extended it outwards to you.

Perhaps a single tear or two fell as you took a step forward into the friendly embrace. Both of you tried your best not to squish the squirming babe between you, but the meaningfulness of the gesture was not lost on you.

You would all exchange letters by raven; that had already been agreed upon firmly, and thrice over at that. But you knew not when you would see Princess Rhaenyra with your own eyes again, and that thought troubled you. Perhaps it would only be a year… maybe two.

Though in your heart, it felt likely to be a much longer span of time than any other had been.

“Larys, there you are!”

You were just about to instruct Derrik and Selwin to climb into the carriage in front of you when your Good Father shouted across the yard.

Larys Strong hobbled down the few castle steps with a skill one could only have developed over a lifetime of practice. As he made his way across the yard and over to your party, Lord Lyonel and Harwin walked around the front of the carriage, and came to a halt beside you and your sons. The two Strong men had just been about to mount their horses when the Lord Hand’s youngest son appeared.

It was still early in the morn, though the sky was gradually getting lighter. The sun would be up soon, and with it, both the Red Keep and King’s Landing would rise for the day. You were of the same mind as your Good Father; it would be best if the party was to leave sooner rather than later, but you were in no position to rush Harwin or his father as they bid their goodbyes.

Besides, you did not mind your Good Brother too terribly. Larys was a quiet fellow, sure. And, perhaps, a bit odd at times. But you believed that only a few men would not recuse themselves to the shadows if they’d been given a brother like Harwin, whose reputation tended to precede him. Especially a man with a clubfoot.

Of course, Harwin refused to let him do such a thing. Despite the attention that he’d garnered over the years, Harwin had never been one to steal thunder from another, especially not a member of his family. Your husband loved his younger brother dearly, and in turn, Lord Lyonel loved both equally. People had different strengths. Though Harwin’s may have been in a more literal sense, every conversation you’d had with your Good Brother indicated that Larys Strong was nothing less than an extremely intelligent man.

“Forgive me, Father,” Larys apologized sheepishly, coming to a steady stop a short ways away. He shifted to bear his weight upon his cane more comfortably. “Regrettably, I am unable to move as fast as I wish I could.”

Lord Lyonel was nothing but understanding, as was Harwin.

“Never mind all that,” Harwin dismissed swiftly, easily. “You are here now, and that is what matters.”

Larys gave him an appreciative smile.

“Once your brother is settled in Harrenhal, I shall return,” the Lord Hand informed his youngest son. “Though, that may be yet a month or so from now…”

Harwin looked mildly distressed at the thought of that.

Larys was unphased. “I eagerly look forward to your return, Father.”

You had originally thought Larys might make the trip to Harrenhal with you. As long as Lord Lyonel, or Harwin, was Lord of Harrenhal, there would always be a place for him there. But the Lord Hand had already declared the trip was to pertain to business more than to pleasure, and, as he was still honored with his post by order of King Viserys, Lord Lyonel was likely to return to King’s Landing as soon as was feasible. The venture likely did not seem worth the effort to the youngest Strong son. In addition, you knew Larys had friends and other companions in the Red Keep… though you might not have known them all by name, he certainly spent time with them frequently, having opted to share meals with them several times a week.

“My Lord, perhaps you might like to visit us, after things have settled?” you suggested to your Good Brother warmly. “Your sisters have informed your brother and I of their intent to do the same. I would not speak for them, but I would dare to venture that they would enjoy your company, especially after having been parted from one another these past few years.”

The Strong sisters, Lilyan and Eyla, were now married and had families of their own. Lilyan had married Lord Cerran Leygood, whom she had been introduced to shortly after her first visit to Highgarden. Both you and Harwin were pleased that Lilyan had married another lord of the Reach- it made visits with each other far more achievable. However, Harwin’s younger sister, Lady Eyla, had wed Lord Joseth Smallwood. Unfortunately, Acorn Hall, the seat of House Smallwood, was in the Riverlands, and that meant visits with the youngest Strong sister had been few and far between over the years. However, Acorn Hall was just a short distance from Harrenhal in comparison, and both you and your husband were very much looking forward to seeing Lady Eyla and her family once more.

Surprisingly, Larys looked rather agreeable to your suggestion. “A generous offer. I shall take it under great consideration, My Lady. But for now, I shall wish you all safe travels.”

“Say goodbye to your uncle, lads,” Harwin prompted Derrik and Selwin gently.

“Goodbye Uncle!” they chorused.

“Farewell, Nephews!”

Derrik and Selwin climbed into the carriage, and Harwin offered you a courteous hand so that you could do the same. You gave him a soft smile as you took it, and then promptly followed the suit of your sons. Once the three of you were settled inside, Harwin shut the door securely behind you.

As Lord Lyonel and Harwin walked around the carriage to finally mount their horses, you dared to sneak your head out the window, deciding to take one last look at the Red Keep. Like Princess Rhaenyra, you wondered when you might see it with your own eyes again… and if you ever would. Your sights traveled from the highest peak of Maegor’s Holdfast, to the very top of the Tower of the Hand, and all the way down the many other structural elements that comprised the Red Keep. As you tried to commit it all to memory, your eyes finally fell back down to the level of the yard.

Larys was standing as he was. When his eyes met yours, you saw something in his eyes that gave you pause. Though they were nearly the same hues as that of Harwin’s, Larys’ gaze was not nearly as calming… In fact, there was something eerie in those eyes of his, you realized as they locked with your own. But, just as quickly as you’d noticed it, the look had disappeared. You blinked, and all signs of anything ingenuine on your Good Brother’s face was gone.

You quickly wrote it off to your general mood of sadness and significant lack of sleep.

As the carriage leapt forward, and the party began their departure, Larys waved you off. In somewhat of a comical gesture, he raised his cane, giving it a slight wave in lieu of using a hand.

In the rising sun, a glimmer of light struck the jewel of the unique decal that was ingrained in the pummel of the cane.

The beginning of the journey was a quiet one.

The family’s few handmaidens and the boys’ nanny rode in a separate carriage, leaving no one but you, Derrik, and Selwin in the other. Perhaps the boys would take to riding the closer you drew to Harrenhal, and would eventually join their grandsire and Harwin on horseback. But for now, as the pair of them already threatened to nod off with every passing moment, you were grateful neither Derrik nor Selwin had fought with yours and Harwin’s decision to confine them to the carriage for the first part of the trip.

“Mother?”

You looked at Derrik, who was seated across from you, with a small start. You’d thought he’d already drifted off. “Yes, My Heart?”

“Are the Princes really our brothers?”

You paled. Never had your boys given you any suggestion that they were aware of the questions surrounding the parentage of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons. But, the walls of the Red Keep did not only have ears and eyes… sometimes they had mouths, too. It was not unfathomable to believe that someone, who did not take care to mind their tongue, might have let some choice words slip in front of your sons.

When you did not answer immediately, Derrik pressed, his brows furrowed with worry, “Is Father their father, too?”

Beside you, Selwin looked up at you with wide, inquisitive eyes.

“No, my sons,” you answered firmly. “Your father is not the Princes’ father.”

“But they do not resemble Ser Laenor,” Derrick observed, his face scrunching in confusion. “Everyone can see it is so. And if it is not him, or Father, then who-”

You shushed him hastily, desperately wanting to cease this topic before it got too far out of your control. The sooner your boys were cognizant of the danger of the subject they were not so subtly hinting at, the safer they’d be for it. And the less of the truth you’d have to offer as an explanation to their relentless questioning.

“Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey are Princess Rhaenyra’s sons,” you reminded them. “They are Targaryens. Prince Jacaerys will sit the Iron Throne one day- but only after his mother. And that, my dear boys, is all that truly matters.”

Thankfully, Derrik seemed satisfied by your steadfast response. But Selwin still looked unhappy.

“So… they are not our brothers?” he asked despondently, his voice wavering with dissappointment.

You sighed sympathetically and pulled him closer to your side. You contemplated your response for a decent amount of time, unsure of how best to explain your opinion on the matter. Once you drew upon some inspiration from your own relationship with Princess Rhaenyra, the words came to you quickly.

You proposed thoughtfully, “One need not always be of the same blood to consider another a brother.”

Selwin’s eyes lit up at your words, and he gave you an understanding nod.

The traveling party must have had the gods’ blessing. The weather was fair, and just shy of a week from the departure from the capital city, the group encroached upon your destination.

The Riverlands were vast and green. Though not nearly as flat nor expansive, and perhaps a bit more damp, than your homelands of the Reach, the lands were fertile all the same. It was a drastic change of scenery from King’s Landing, but a lovely change at that.

Derrik and Selwin had done little else but chatter enthusiastically amongst themselves since the party had ridden through Harrentown. They’d peered out the window curiously, taking in the sights of the village. Meanwhile, the people on the streets had offered the traveling party nothing but smiles and the occasional cheer. The mood in the air was one of great joy, for the Lord of Harrenhal, and his heirs, had finally returned after an absence of many years.

Once the party passed Harrentown, it was not but half an hour later that the walls of the keep came into view. Beyond them, the tall, ominous towers kissed the clouds in the distance.

Derrik and Selwin’s eyes grew so big as they took in the sight of it all, you almost thought you’d have been able to see the reflection of the castle within them.

Harrenhal was the largest castle in all the seven kingdoms. Five massive towers drew the eyes’ focus first, but that quickly gave way to the many, many walls that connected to multitude of other parts of the fortress. Some sections of the stone amongst the various towers were a ghastly sight; they’d been blackened by Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion during the Conquest, and King Harren the Black had perished for it. But even the haunting sight of the damage done by legends past tended to be eclipsed by the sheer scale of it all.

Harrenhal was said to be a cursed place, but you weren’t entirely sold on the idea. A place so expansive would understandably give way to many odd creaks and moans, and the mazes of corridors inside could understandably put one all out of sorts. Harwin had insisted he had seen a few ghostly spectors roaming the halls throughout his childhood, but whenever he’d done so, it’d been with a light tone and a teasing glint in his eyes.

You’d only been to Harrenhal once before, but it had been many years ago, and the Reach had called you back shortly after arrival. In the time since, you’d been told that many internal repairs had been accomplished, largely in part to your sizable dowry from your marriage to Harwin. Derrik had been just a babe at the time, and Selwin not yet a thought.

But now, as your sons took in the castle in all its glory, they looked completely in awe of it. Your spirits lifted with the hopes that they might not be nearly as miserable here as they initially declared they’d be.

After the party entered through the castle gate, the horses and the carriages came to a halt. A few moments later, Harwin appeared through the carriage window, and opened the door courteously.

Derrik and Selwin raced to be the first out of the carriage, causing a small laugh from Harwin, as well as a few other rumbles of laughter from others whom you did not yet see. Once the boys had stepped out, you followed, your eyes flashing to Harwin as he helped escort you down and out of the carriage.

He looked a bit nervous. You decided to do what you could to rectify that, and continued to hold on to his arm, even when his assistance was no longer necessary. Harwin looked thankful for the gesture, and subtly pulled you closer to his side. You lifted your head, and took in the scene before you.

Servants, maids, and other residents of Harrenhal had all gathered in the courtyard, awaiting your imminent arrival. Most of their eyes were on Lord Lyonel, as he stepped forward to warmly greet a man dressed in a fine doublet. You could only assume the man was the Lord Hand’s steward.

While most of the attention had been diverted, a fair share of eyes still fell upon your family. Understandably curious eyes took in the sight of Harwin, who had been sparser in Harrenhal than even Lord Lyonel as of late.

Gentler eyes took in the sights of Derrik and Selwin. Some of the more elderly and matronly servants smiled warmly at them. There was a visible excitement and pleasure in the fact that young spirits had come to take residence in Harrenhal once more.

“This, my dear grandsons, is where the Great Council was held.”

The monstrous chamber room, which was several times larger than that of the throne room in the Red Keep, felt cold, and empty. But the stone walls, which reached upwards towards the sky, though nearly bare, held many secrets of fascinating history.

The four of you stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in. Lord Lyonel’s voice echoed off the walls, reaffirming the room’s magnificence.

“And this,” Lord Lyonel emphasized, directing Derrik and Selwin’s attention to the very middle of the room, “This is the very spot, where the Old King Jaehaerys, gods bless his memory, sat as he read the verdict of the Great Council. It was here, in this spot, that he decreed that our King Viserys, First of His Name, would succeed him on the Iron Throne.”

Derrik and Selwin still looked to be in great awe. Your heartstrings were pulled by their pure joy and enamourment with their surroundings. You snuck a glance at Harwin, noting that his response to your son’s enthusiasm was much the same.

Lord Lyonel smiled to himself, seemingly lost in thought. You could hardly blame him. The castle had a remarkable history, and the account of House Strong was just the latest part of it. You had learned of Harrenhal’s history during your studies as a girl, but your marriage to Harwin had kept you well versed in it. After the passing of the Old King’s sister, Queen Rhaena, King Jaehaerys granted the castle and the title of Lord of Harrenhal to Ser Bywin strong, a renowned knight.

Lyonel Strong was only the third Lord of House Strong to hold the title- after Bywin, it had passed to his son Selwin, Harwin’s grandsire, and your youngest son’s namesake. After Lyonel, it would pass to Harwin, and then, gods be good, many many years after that, it would pass to one of your sons.

“All of this shall be one of yours someday, lads,” Lyonel Strong decreed, looking down at your sons with a gleaming smile. There was undeniable pride lacing his tone. The Lord Hand was not typically a proud one; he was wise, and generally reserved. But if there was one thing Lord Lyonel allowed himself to indulge and take pride in, it was that of his family, whom he loved greatly.

Derrik and Selwin looked at each other questioningly, as if wondering who amongst them would inherit the imposing structure they stood within.

After Selwin’s birth, you and Harwin mutually decided that, as each of you were to possess titles and seats of your own right, there was more than enough inheritance to be passed down to your sons. Not only would holding both Highgarden and Harrenal simultaneously be quite difficult to manage, the great distance between the two seats made such a prospect that much more daunting.

The decision reached was an easy one, and had required little discussion. Between you and Harwin, Derrik would inherit the seat, titles, and land of whoever was first to pass. Selwin would inherit the other’s.

You still held a grudge for your cousin, Lord Garrett Redwyne. The second son of the Lord of the Arbor had left a bad taste in your mouth, and an even poorer impression on your mind following his attempt to usurp your family seat of Highgarden after the untimely demise of your brother, Derron. Ever since that day, you’d sworn to yourself that you would never allow your family to be divided in such a manner ever again. The greed of one son would not rob the other of his own birthright.

Derrik and Selwin would each have their own holding, their own lands, and their own titles. But only the gods knew whose titles they were to inherit in due time.

And if the gods were kind, it would be many years before any of that came to pass, anyway.

You looked over at Harwin, trying to gauge his thoughts. Beyond the reasons why you could have made arguments to stay in King’s Landing, you had grown to suspect there were just as many, if not more, reasons why Harwin had not wished to come to Harrenhal.

Though Derrik, Selwin, and Lord Lyonel continued to bask in the room, Harwin was looking, but not seeing, his surroundings. No trace of a smile was upon his face. He was nervous, unsure of himself. Those were traits not usually exhibited by him, but you’d bore witness to most of the few moments that his general aura of confidence and self assuredness had slipped.

Thankfully, experience had taught you that Harwin’s mind was relatively easy to placate in such a state. He just needed some support and reassurance.

You reached out and wordlessly took his nearest hand in your own. Immediately, you looked upwards at the ceiling, playing coy.

You felt the heat from Harwin’s inquisitive gaze upon you. When you finally saw a small smile threatening his otherwise stoic composure out of the corner of your eyes, you smirked upwards towards the ceiling, basking in your minor victory.

About a month after arriving in Harrenhal, you, Harwin, and the rest of your family had finally started to become adjusted to the new phase of life.

The aura of Harrenhal, all the way from the servants up to the Lord Hand, was an extremely joyous one. The castle was to host a grand feast for a few noble families of the area the following week. In preparation of the feast, Lilyan, Eyla, their lord husbands, and their children would be arriving in a few days for an extended visit.

For the first time in years, Harrenhal was bustling with life, and more importantly, family.

At present, a family dinner was being held, as it had been many of the nights before. Lord Lyonel was seated at the end of the table, with Harwin to his right, and you seated beside him. Derrik and Selwin sat respectively across from the two of you.

The Lord Hand was in the midst of a speech about the recent repairs and construction contracts for Harrenhal, a daunting task in and of itself. It had preoccupied his and Harwin’s time for the better part of the last month.

Beside you, Harwin shifted in his seat uncomfortably. You looked over at him with gentle eyes and a sympathetic smile.

Harwin was dressed in finer clothes than what he usually wore. You couldn’t say you minded; the dark blue doublet complimented him greatly. Though Harwin had never been one to dress “shabby” in any sense of the word, whilst you were in King’s Landing, you’d grown accustomed to seeing him in his armor more often than not. Even when you resided in Highgarden, when Harwin was not training Derrik or Selwin, or honing his own skills in the training yard there, he still had little reason to dress in anything particularly flashy.

But whilst in Harrenhal, he was more than Ser Harwin Breakbones, post-Lord Commander of the City Watch. He was more than the husband of the Lady Tyrell of Highgarden. In Harrenhal, Harwin was the son of the Hand of the King, and more importantly, his eldest son and heir. Lord Lyonel wasn’t the only one who expected great things of him in this regard, and Harwin had confided to you that he only thought it fitting that he at least try to dress the part.

Harwin had been concerned that his previous lack of dedicated interest, combined with his father’s time consuming engagements to the Crown, had rendered him at a disadvantage for adequately assuming the duties of his family’s seat. Perhaps it had. But yet again, you had pointed out to him that he was at no more of a disadvantage than you had been when you’d unexpectedly taken up the intimidating mantle that was Highgarden a decade prior.

But for all of his concerns, Harwin needn’t have worried. He still had the occasional self doubts- as anyone in his position would- but he was learning as much and doing as well as could be expected. He was with his father from dawn to dusk nearly every day, as the Lord Hand tried to impart on him all the wisdom he could about the intricate details of the Lord of Harrenhal’s duties. A month had passed, and Lord Lyonel was quite impressed with Harwin’s progress.

Harwin had been such an invaluable system of support for you as you’d grown into your role of Lady of Highgarden. Supporting him as he grew to assume his duties as Lord of Harrenhal was an honor and a privilege. And witnessing Harwin so clearly succeed at that task filled you with an unspeakable amount of pride.

Noting Harwin’s reluctance to the topic of discussion his father had proposed, you reached up and placed your hand overtop of his, which was resting flat upon the surface of the table. Harwin welcomed the act, and seamlessly turned over his palm so that your fingers could intertwine comfortably.

“Good Father?” you interrupted as politely as you could muster, “Mayhaps we discuss matters other than business this evening?”

Lord Lyonel cut himself short, and gave you a sheepish look somewhat akin to that of a child having been scolded. “Of course, Lady Y/N,” he assented without malice. His eyes flickered over to Derrik and Selwin on the other side of him. At the sight of them, Lord Lyonel’s eyes lit up in a way you supposed only those who were fortunate enough to enjoy the presence of their grandchildren could have… A pure love for the blood of their own blood.

Derrik and Selwin had adjusted to life in Harrenhal more smoothly than you would have imagined. But their favorite hobby as of late was wandering around and discovering the many facets of the castle. Whenever he had the time, Harwin had been more than happy to show them around. You often roamed the halls yourself, though you were almost always looking for your family when doing so. The direction-pointing of servants and laughter from your husband and sons echoing throughout the corridors tended to lead you exactly where you needed to go.

“Lads, tell me- how are your studies going?” their grandsire inquired of them. “Maester Briden tells me he’s been very pleased with your progress. And I, in turn, was pleased to hear that was the case.”

Derrik had always enjoyed learning. The moment he was old enough to leave the nursery and go under the guidance of his tutors, he’d wanted to do little else but read every book he could get his hands on. It was not unusual for the nanny to report that Derrik been up well into the night, reading by the firelight in his chambers. He smiled shyly at the Lord Hand’s praise. “Thank you, Grandsire.”

Selwin was uncharacteristically silent.

Noting this, Harwin coaxed him, “And you, Selwin?”

Selwin shrugged, and poked at the peas on his plate timidly. He was an obedient child, but it didn’t take someone particularly wise to be able to deduce that Selwin was one who preferred doing rather than reading. He’d never refused to attend his lessons, but pure joy was seldom expressed in him anywhere else but when he was out in the training yard with his father and brother. “I enjoy the history lessons, I suppose…”

“Take heart, my boy,” Lord Lyonel encouraged him readily. “Your father was not always a dedicated student either, but look at him now.”

Harwin’s attention piqued.

The Lord Hand spared a warm glance at his eldest son, before looking back to address Selwin. “Your father has made great strides as of late. He has recommitted himself to his duties and obligation to his family. He makes his House, our House, proud.”

Harwin beamed at his father’s acknowledgement, and you squeezed his hand as you attempted to dilute your own gleam of pride.

“He shall make a fine lord some day,” Lord Lyonel declared to his grandsons. “As will each of you.”

Everyone smiled at that notion.

“I would like to propose a toast,” you announced gleefully as you allowed yourself to be swept away with the cheerful mood. You lifted your goblet into the air, and all eyes were upon you as they awaited your words. You glanced briefly among your loved ones before continuing. “A toast to my Good Father, the Lord Hand. We shall all miss you dearly when you return to King’s Landing the week after next. I wish you continued good health, and safe travels.”

Lord Lyonel gave you an appreciative look. Harwin, Derrick, and Selwin joined you in raising their cups.

“I would like to propose a toast of my own,” Harwin confessed then. “I toast to my father as well… for reminding me of what truly matters.”

A moment of silence lingered uncomfortably for the briefest of moments.

“But I would also like to toast my sons- Derrik, Selwin. And my Lady Wife, Y/N,” Harwin held out his goblet to each of you. “The gods have blessed me greatly with each of you, and I fear I do not thank them enough for it.”

“Shall I propose one, final toast?” Lord Lyonel offered, though it was redundant. Harrenhal was his castle; of course the very table at which they sat was as well. Though he could have commanded their attention, everyone at present respected Lord Lyonel enough to grant it to him freely.

The Lord Hand’s eyes hovered over each of you for several moments. There was a warmth and fondness in your Good Father’s expression that reminded you so plainly of your own father, whenever he would regard you and Derron. You fought off an involuntary smile in response to the memory.

“To House Strong,” he began. “Mayhaps, these next few generations shall be the strongest of which our House has seen for many years.”

A lovely thought, you thought to yourself. The image of your sons, grown and standing tall as lords in their own right, filled your mind’s eye.

“And to House Tyrell,” the Lord Hand said then, his goblet tilting in your direction. “My Lady, with words such as ‘Growing Strong’, it is a wonder our Houses have not been joined sooner than this.”

There was a light round of laughter at his jest.

Lord Lyonel redirected, “But, to be entirely truthful, Lady Y/N, your presence has been a blessing in my life as well. My grandsons are one the few sources of pride I do not allow myself to feel guilty for. You have made my son the happiest I have seen him since he was a boy. You have been a blessing not only in his life, but in mine as well. I am happy to consider you a daughter; I am happy you are a part of this family.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears.

Lord Lyonel proclaimed, lifting his goblet the highest it had been all evening, “To family!”

“To family!”

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 Part 2 will be posted on Thursday 11/10. I may not be able link it here if the tags still hate me, but it’ll be linked on the series masterlist.

Part 2 is going to be a bit of a doozy, so... I’ll bring some tissues for everyone🥲🖤

[saltynsassy31]

I am the tinniest bit afraid to make this post cuz, every time I take a peek at this fandom it's in full flames

But gosh darn it, if this ain't my blog to rant about things in my mind, idk what it

So here it goes

Helluva Boss, and specifically the ship Stoliz

Just to get things out of the way. I don't fully watch this show, I'm not invested in it, but I do follow it passively. Like, I watched a couple episodes, some clips, and videos breaking it down be it plot or design wise.

It's kind of hard to keep away from it because a lot of people I follow do enjoy this show, or love to hate it (I'm indifferent. I think it's a pretty great opening for other indie projects and I admire it for what it is, but the actual contents of it are "meh" for me). So I am aware that I am probably missing a LOT of context.

I watched the two latest episodes in parts, skipping around and not fully watching it cuz I didn't have the patience. But like....

Idk, I'm actually a bit frustrated by the reaction towards Blitz? Like, how everyone is putting all the responsibility on him (specifically in terms of his and Stolaz's relationship), likes he's all at fault???? And I just????? Can't see that?????

I can't put my thoughts into words and it is FRUSTRATING cuz I really want to like, talk to someone about this and I can't cuz no one I'm actually close to or talk to is all that into it. I'm not that into it, but now I got opinions over a show I don't even watch and idk what to do with it.

Can someone just, enlighten me? Talk to me?

I can't be the only one who feels weird about the power imbalance here, right? People say it was addressed but, to me, it felt brushed over? As in, all the dust got brushed from Stolaz's side of the room over to under Blitz carpet.

Am I saying that Blitz doesn't have fault here? Absolutely not, that mf is a dumpster fire ready to combust a second time

But I feel its pretty unfair to him that everyone's just ready to jump at him, or seeing people make his friends jump at him and berate him for stuff that wasn't fully his fault.

At least from what I've seen

Actually, I just-

I can't properly describe how I feel right now, pls don't jump at my throat stolitz fans, I come as a humble passive watcher just absolutely confused and conflicted 🥲

I think that this video by Sarcastic Chorus actually puts my thoughts much, much better into words than I ever could and this is mostly where I'm coming from with this post

Idk what I wanted to accomplish with this post tbh, I guess just to rant or vent, idk I'm just....I'm just so so conflicted right now

[agustdakasuga]

Idk if this has been asked before, but did you ever consider an alternative ending for King Yoongi in which Y/N does end up falling in love with him and decides to stay in the Joseon period?

I just discovered ROY and I've been re-reading it so much and I'm still hurting for King Yoons 🥲🥲

hi anon! yes, when the series ended there were many requests for there to be an alternative ending for ROY (either y/n stays with King Yoongi or King Yoongi finds the y/n in his universe)

I do feel for king yoongi and its really so sweet to see all of you want a happy ending for him too but 'realistically' speaking, even y/n questions herself in the story, she will never know if she really loves King Yoongi for him or because she reminds her of her own Yoongi (I'll leave that open to readers interpretation)

the intention of the story was to always return y/n back to her time. y/n belongs in her own time with her yoongi (who was also suffering a lot!)

it's similar sentiment to King Yoongi meeting y/n from his time. even if they look the same and possibly act the same, it's not the same person. King Yoongi loves the version of y/n that he was with, it would be "unfair"(?) and "not real" for King Yoongi to love the new y/n just because she reminds him to the y/n he was with. (if that makes sense)

[angelthingy]

this is somewhere inbetween mini vent and not a vent so i’m gonna tag both of them, it’s not a huge deal (mostly cus im honestly in a good mood rn!!!) but it does kinda bother me

it’s so baffling how parents will literally just make up reasons to be mad at u

like my parents were annoyed that we hadn’t gotten out of bed but. my door was closed and- this may come as a shock to u - but i was out of bed- fully dressed - reading a book (it was very satisfying hearing them hesitate after i told them that-)

like. do you just enjoy being annoyed at ur children or something??

i’ll admit this post is coming out kinda out of annoyance because this just. keeps happening and like idk it really gets to u when ur parents kinda just decide to be mad at u for. literally no reason- i’ve just gotten used to it/desensitised at this point but that’s not rly a good thing 🥲

i have nothing against them being annoyed at me in general cus like- i know that im not perfect or anything but when you do it so often for no reason it kinda becomes a boy who cried wolf thing where i instinctively become desensitised even when its for a valid reason because ive had to put up with it even when its completely random,,,,, i wish they’d stop taking out their annoyance at me :(

and it does feel like it’s usually me cus when my younger brother does something pissy (which happens a lot ughhh) she can’t speak to him about it (because he literally just doesn’t listen or shouts a lot and is genuinely like. scary), and she can’t shout at the 9 year old so instead she takes it out on me by making up something to be annoyed about - this isn’t even just speculation she’s literally admitted it (i’m gonna be honest, even though that means she’s admitting i didn’t do anything that doesn’t make me feel any better!!!)

like aaaaaaa it just feels like a really unfair position to be in because sometimes it feels like nothing i do is enough because they just fucking. ignore it anyway so what’s the point of doing it!!! like they were annoyed at me for not helping enough around the house and i was like ok yeah yknow that’s reasonable so i started helping out - but then they were still annoyed at me??? it just felt like my effort was completely pointless so why am i even bothering if its clearly not making a difference????

[changbinsboobs]

why we cant be anonymous anymore🥲

Hi, i think i did a post about that recently but i can't remember which one -

So basically im getting a lot of requests which are more conversation-like, or lots that follow up on one another and its often very hard and confusing for me to guess which ones belong together and are from one train of thought. I feel like i can't properly answer to a lot of them because i just don't know what they're talking about and i feel kinda bad for answering with just a few short sentences or words when that person has written 3 paragraphs.

Also another small note is that sometimes it feels a bit one sided for me, like im leading 3 different conversations at once, but i have no idea who's who and who's talking right now and i have noting to relate it to, its like im just talking to a "wall". So yeah if some still want to have a conversation or a debate on something and just share your thoughts you can dm me and we can chat about it if you're not comfortable with the not-anon inbox.

The other reason is because for the past few weeks I've been getting quite a few unnecessarily mean "requests" and i think if i shut off the anonymous feature those will become significantly lesser and even if not then i'll know who's doing that and will just block them. I've noticed that my interactions with my actual followers isn't as easy and pleasant as it was in the beginning cuz im constantly wondering if im not interracting with a hater right now or if the ask isn't meant in a passive aggressive way, and its been taking the fun out of it recently.

Also theres a lot of great and genuine people here and i don't want them to get unfair treatment/responses from me that aren't as warm as they would've been if i knew they were genuine and not a hater. So i'd like to keep the feature on for a while until things settle down a bit, i get my "spark" or excitement back and get a bit of a rough idea who's who and who im interracting with so later on i can differentiate it better than now. Cuz yk, you all know me but i know none of you, even if we're constantly interracting...🥺