#he gave her potential and never used it properly

[aetsiv]

What do you think about Percabeth or Perachel?

hi, thanks for the ask!

i personally prefer perachel over percabeth. my main reasoning for this isn't that i absolutely despise percabeth, i in fact think there was a lot of good potential in the ship and richard just messed all up. i could get by some of annabeth's treatment to percy in the early books since they were still rather young but i feel she just didn't mature that much throughout and kept calling stupid and what not and generally not showing much appreciation to him.

once again, i don't believe annabeth to be a bad character but instead a product of riordan's shitty writing for female characters. i honestly won't even get into the whole judo flip scene and everything percabeth had going in hoo because there were so many problems with it-- if you want to see anything relating to problems on hoo relating to percabeth, I'd recommend checking the "anti percabeth" or "hoo crit" tags as there are tons of posts relating to that. the most i'll say about percabeth on hoo is that i feel like annabeth generally got somewhat more abusive and possessive, starting treating percy even more so like he's stupid, percy's character was for the most part reduced to him being annabeth's boyfriend.

like i already mentioned, i much prefer perachel. i mainly enjoy it because rachel and percy's relationship both platonic and romantic is so healthy. percy enjoys being around rachel and feels like he can relax around her, doesn't have to worry all the time about what she'll think if he says or does something. rachel sees percy's intelligence and doesn't constantly berate him for small things, shares things in common with him (unlike annabeth and percy mainly only bonding over being demigods), and sees him as more than a demigod. they also have a well developed friendship and have actual bonding time unlike percabeth who only bond when they're forced to go on quests (i.e. them going to the beach).

i don't have anything against percabeth shippers (unless you think the judo flip was cute and romantic) and i think people should be able to ship whoever they want since it doesn't affect anyone else. i'm really sorry if this is a bit incoherent or has mistakes in grammer and sentence structure, i'm pretty tired right now so i'm not exactly thinking straight.

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚 - 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Word Count: 2,421

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, no pronouns used, kissing, fluff

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A/N: I LOVE TENYA RAHHH. Also new theme!!!!!!

It was obvious that Tenya had a huge crush on you. He always found a reason to strike up a conversation with you, whether it was offering help with studying or asking to borrow a pencil (even though you knew he had enough to last the next two years). However, he would never make a move on you; it was physically impossible for him. Whenever he tried to keep the conversation going, he would trip over his words and make an awkward exit. Even when seeking advice, he couldn't bring himself to potentially embarrass himself in front of you.

As soon as you stepped out of the classroom, a familiar hand grabbed your shoulder, halting your movements. You recognized the grip as Iida's; he always stopped you like this when he wanted to talk or just have your attention for a moment. "How are your preparations for the upcoming exams?" he asked, his small but nervous smile indicating his interest in you. He was always diligent about checking on everyone's progress in class, but it seemed like he used it as an excuse to speak to you more often.

You turned around to face him smiling softly as you already predicted him stopping you. "It honestly could be better. I kept getting distracted if I tried to study." You said with a chuckle as you held onto your bag that was on your shoulder. "I end up getting dragged by Mina to hang out" He gave an amused snort at your answer, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You should take your studies more seriously, you know that. We can't have you falling behind." He lectured softly, but he wasn't necessarily angry like he usually does with the others.

You nodded agreeing with him. "I know but it's hard. Mina doesn't hear the end of it until I go with her." You said as you played with the ends of your hair, twisting them between your fingers as you looked up at him. He let out a soft chuckle Seeing you happily playing around with your hair made him want to give in to your whims. "You need to find a balance. At least make some progress with schoolwork, okay?" You nodded and smiled at him, making a soft hum in agreement. "I will. I always do"

A small part of him wanted to ask to hang out to get to spend some time with you. You noticing it and saw how he was trying to form words you spoke up.You noticed the shift in his demeanor and spoke up, asking if he wanted to walk together to the dorms. Surprised by your invitation, he felt a spark of joy inside. After clearing his throat, he returned to his usual self and nodded with crossed arms. "I was heading that way anyways, so it works out perfectly. Let's walk together, yes" he said. You smiled and nodded back as you both left the school together.

He walked beside you in his usual confident stride, hands swinging along his sides as usual. He wanted to be casual, but he was very nervous about walking beside you. He loved spending time with you, but he still wasn't sure how to properly act around you, despite knowing each other for quite some time now. He glanced over at you as you walked, before looking away quickly again, trying to think of what to say.

As we strolled along the path, a soft breeze danced around the two of you, swirling through your hair and lifting it delicately. He couldn't help but steal glances at you, admiring the way the wind played with your locks and the gentle curve of your smile. The sight of you made his heart race, a mixture of joy and nervousness flooding through him. As he walked beside you, he couldn't shake off the urge to do something, say something to make this moment last forever. "The weather is quite pleasant today," he remarked smoothly, though his mind was racing for a more creative phrase. He scolded himself internally for his lack of originality.

A giggle escaped your lips as he tried to make small talk. You met his gaze and replied, "I agree. The weather is just right." He nodded in agreement, enjoying the pleasant temperature himself, but more interested in spending time with you.

"Let's hope it stays like this for a while," he said, keeping the conversation going. As he looked at you again, he couldn't help but notice how the wind was making your hair dance around. He resisted the urge to reach out and fix it. You hummed in response, "I love this breeze. It feels so refreshing," as a gust of wind tousled your hair once again.

"The breeze is quite pleasant," he agreed, his gaze fixed on the way your hair danced in the wind. Every part of him wanted to reach out and brush it away from your face, but he resisted, clenching his fists at his sides. Don’t be weird, don’t be weird, he repeated to himself, looking straight ahead to avoid temptation. The wind eventually died down, leaving your hair in a disheveled mess with strands tangled and sticking together. Tenya stole a glance at you, trying to calm his racing heart, but it was no use. The messy hairstyle suited you so well. He watched in silence for a moment before he couldn't resist any longer and reached out to untangle your hair, causing both of you to pause mid-walk.

The moment he touched your hair, softly pushing it back and away from your eyes, he felt his heart thump even more violently. His fingers were gently combing through the strands, trying to fix up your messy hair. You couldn't help but smile at his gesture, a little surprised that he made a move, there must've been a lot of back and forth in his mind to do so. "Thank you" He looked down and met your eyes for a second, feeling his heart skip a bit as you smiled at him. The fact that you seemed so unfazed by all this only added to his growing nervousness, and it took all his mental power to stop his hand shaking. "It's not a problem," he replied, still gently straightening out your hair despite it almost being completely untangled now. It was just an excuse for him to still keep his hand on you a little while longer.

As he met your eyes you started feeling something you've never felt before, your heart beat faster, and a soft blush appeared on your cheeks. What kind of effect was he having on you? He noticed the pinkness creeping up on your cheeks, but he wasn't sure if it was because of him being this close or just because the wind was slightly cold today. Either way, the sight of you blushing only made him want to touch you even more. He could feel his heart rate increasing as well, his breath growing a little more shaky.

He finished up with your hair, but he didn't move his hands yet, now just resting it gently on your head. How he wanted to pull you close to him… Your lips parted wanting to speak but no words were able to come out. You just kept looking at him, not mind that the two of you were standing there looking at each other close to the dorms.

Tenya struggled to come up with something to say, but his words were caught in his throat. He could only stare at you, completely mesmerized by your presence. Your face was so close to his, and he couldn't help but admire its beauty. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around you and never let go. "You…" he began, but the words failed him and he swallowed hard. His hand moved down to rest gently on your cheek, his large hand cradling your face.

"Just kiss already!" A familiar voice was heard from afar. Tenya immediately snapped out of his trance, his hand pulling away from your face almost too fast as he whirled around to the source of the voice. His face grew red in embarrassment, the both of you looked in the distance and saw Mina and Toru, giggling as they waved to the two of you. "Go for it!" Toru yelled laughing.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how they had probably been for a bit just witnessing the two of your guys having your moment. Tenya turned back to you, his face completely flushed red by now. He knew they were aware of his feelings for you since he would ask them for advice on how to talk to you without embarrassing himself but he didn't think they would embarrass him like this. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unable to look you straight in the eye. The moment was ruined.

You smiled wider as you turned to face him seeing how flush he was you reached up resting your hand on his arm "Don't worry about them. They are just teasing us" He looked back down at you, his heart beating rapidly again when he felt your touch on his arm. He found himself immediately relaxing, the feeling of you around him just calming down his nerves. "It's not that. It's just…" he started, his eyes looking away again. His mind was still reeling with the memory of what he had been about to do before he was interrupted.

"I just… was just about to…" he trailed off, his throat feeling tight again. How was he supposed to explain this? "About to what?" You asked titling your head, already knowing the answer but wanting him to make a move by himself. He swallowed, looking down at you with a flustered expression. Damn it, he thought He paused for a moment, contemplating if he really should spill his feelings right now in the open, but the feeling of you still touching his arm just made him feel like he couldn't say it.

He struggled to force the words from his mouth, his voice trembling with emotion. "I wanted to…to kiss you." It was difficult for him to express his true feelings, but he knew he needed to be honest. You chuckled softly in response. "Is that so?" You said, running your hand along his arm. He let out a shaky breath as your touch sent shivers down his spine. It felt like you were intentionally trying to make his heart race even faster.

"Y-yeah," he admitted, almost stuttering on the first syllable. His chest felt like it was bursting, his heart feeling like it was going to jump out of his chest at any moment. He glanced back to where the two girls were, making sure they weren't still watching, before looking down at you again."I really… want to kiss you right now."

"What's stopping you?"

The words left your lips in a soft whisper, barely audible but filled with emotion. His intense gaze met yours again, his heart and mind racing at a dizzying pace. Your own heart thumped loudly in your chest as you gazed up at him, the slight height difference between you adding to the intensity of the moment. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the two of you and the vulnerable words that had escaped from his mouth.

"Nothing," he answered in a low tone, his voice a near whisper. He reached out hesitantly, cupping your face in his hand again. "Absolutely nothing." Without another word, he bent down and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled as you immediately kissed back, both of your lips fit perfectly against each other. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and melting into the kiss. Your mind was spinning and your heart was beating out of your chest, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. He couldn't believe he was kissing you, but the softness of your lips was a reminder that this was, in fact, not a dream.

After a bit you pulled away, letting air back into your lungs. You looked at him, licking your lips softly already missing his lips on yours. He took a deep breath as you pulled away, he was sure that if you didn't pull away first he would've found himself just standing there with his lips pressed against yours for hours. He was feeling a little lightheaded too after that, the feeling of your lips against his just driving him mad. He watched you lick your lips, and he couldn't help but mirror your action, the action making him want to kiss you again right then and there.

"I didn't know you had it in you Tenya," you said using his first name. He felt his face heat up again as you giggled. "Don't tease me," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. "It's not like I have much experience with this sort of thing…"

"I liked it. I did" Yousaid softly smiling widely. "And I know how hard you've been trying to talk and just hang with me" He looked back at you and could see the smile on your face. His heart fluttered at the sight, and the feeling of you saying you liked the kiss made him want to pull you into another one." You knew?" he asked, his face still red. You nodded. "Yeah, asking for a pencil. Really? Everyone knows you are always prepared"

"Please, just listen. I'm not sure what I'm doing or saying right now, it took a lot of courage for me to even approach you and I did enjoy our kiss. I've been wanting to kiss you for a while now and-" his words started to become jumbled as he stumbled over them, but then he abruptly stopped himself, realizing how foolish he sounded.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you listened to his words. "You're so sweet," you said, unable to contain your smile. You reached out and gently held his face in your hands. "I think you deserve another kiss." He eagerly nodded in agreement. "Yes, please." You leaned in and brushed your lips against his, feeling a rush of tenderness and affection flow between you both. The softness of his lips against yours was like a sweet embrace, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment with him.

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[somewhereincairparavel]

I think the reason Rick fumbled with writing Jason's abilities/personality is because he was too focused on Jason existing as Percy's rival to focus on Jason as an individual character. And the funniest thing is, in the end, Jason was not considered satisfactory rival to Percy by the fandom either, which is ironic since that was the whole point of his character.

Rick seemingly screwed up the whole rivalry thing because, though he wanted someone to challenge Percy's power, he didn't want that person (Jason) to be more powerful than Percy or more enjoyable than Percy either, in the fear that the audience might start enjoying Jason more.

When you write a rival, you have to make sure that the rival character has equally powerful personality and strength/abilities compared to the person that they're rivalled with.

But Rick? The way he wrote Jason was like a half done updo. He dumped all the cool power on Percy (like potentially implying that Percy has bloodbending,can control water inside of someone, making sure Percy wins ALMOST every fight (and i mean, almost, there is a very rare time Percy ever loses) while limiting his power with Jason in every way possible, making the stupid brick jokes to make sure Jason always passes out in a fight, the whole "I only get one lighting bolt a day from my father" (it's a dumbass logic too, Jason should've been able to summon that much power of lighting on his own, he does NOT need his dad for that shit c'mon now) like it's an obvious effort to make jason appear weaker. Rick did all of this while lazily trying to shoehorn Jason's achievements in the plot by implying it but not actually showing it, like a "yeah he did this cool shit once ig" which makes it less impressive compared to Percy's achievements, which is something we've actually witnessed firsthand. Rick intentionally never brought up or expanded upon Jason's achievements much. He only emphasized everyone's awe of him being the son of Jupiter, which made it seem like Jason had the 'big three child privilege' where people didn't give a fuck about his efforts but instead his position.

Alright Rick, don't give him power, but atleast give him a personality? Nope he isn't getting that either. Jason had the potential to make DARK jokes about his controlled millitary life in Rome, and explore his past. Like I badly wanted a passage of Jason getting his memories back in fragments, Rick could've added flashbacks of Jason's past in his pov in a way that he gets his memories back. Instead he went "yeah yeah jason got all his memories back, it's all good" like SHOW us that wtf?? sure let's make sure he's as stale as possible to the audience, we can't have anyone liking the underdog over Percy Jackson!

He also made sure that Jason had it super hard in life aswell but never emphasized it or gave him anything good compared to Percy.

Don't get me wrong, percy definitely had it rlly hard, but Atleast Rick made sure Percy had a loving mom and a stepdad, a loving girlfriend and a cute adorable sister that he could play and spend time with, he got to celebrate birthdays with Sally, he got to eat her tasty blue food, and he actually had an ambrosia taste. You mean to tell me that Jason's sister barely had time for him, that he hasn't had a single birthday and that ambrosia tastes like sawdust for him while you give the other members of the seven, delicious ambrosia taste? 😤

Jason Grace has gotten the worst life in his own story, he wasn't "powerful" enough for a child of Zeus, he was "boring" , nobody properly trusted him, he died painfully, he didn't have parents, he barely talked to his sister, he didn't have a childhood, he was abandoned to blood thirsty animals when he was TWO, he didn't have a birthday, he didn't have an ambrosia taste, his girlfriend dumped him, he never got to see his best friend before he died, and he is terribly hated by the fandom who are simply turning a blind eye to his struggles because "no Percy will always be better in every way" yeah. I could go on and on.

[pinazee]

So, to be honest, spelling bee is an ep that had to grow on me. It just always seemed too outlandish of a crime i think, idk. But the ep does show us more about shawns dysfunctional relationship with his father and Gus’s motivation to participate in Psych. Not to mention Juliet.

Gus is highly intelligent but in a way that feels he never utilized it properly. He has the mental fortitude to become a doctor if he wanted, he has the drive and the willpower it takes to become invested (as shown with how deep his knowledge of the bee and other subjects goes), yet he never did. We see in the pilot how little he actually cares for his “real” job. It pays the bills, thats it. At the end of the day, Gus plays it safe, and you get the feeling in the pilot that he’s not happy with where he’s at. He’s stagnant. Unfulfilled. Just as lost as Shawn.

In a lot of ways, they’re similar with that aspect. Both him and shawn have a variety of interests and skills, yet neither seemed to pursue a career in those fields. In shawns case, in his own words “he mastered it and moved on.” He got bored (ahem, ADHD). But i think in Gus’s case, he was too afraid to try. Or maybe nothing quite gave him enough of a spark to want to. As everyone later points out, Gus has a shit ton of potential that never seemed properly used.

Until Shawn comes around. And he needs him. He needs all of Gus’s knowledge and skills. He even finds the clues that the doctor was fake and Jari was sitting next to the kid with the inhaler. And its fun. He’s excited. Psych brings him joy.

As for our intro to Juliet- fantastic. We learn so much from so little screen time. She can banter with Shawn easily, and isn’t afraid to give pushback or to give Lassiter pointers (which considering she’s like brand new and he’s a bit of a prick is saying something), and she trusts her instincts to follow through with Shawns advice. Shes a good cop. Almost the antithesis to Lassiter. Shes warm, friendly, and trusting to his cold, distant, and weary.

Side note:

James motorcycle face makes me lol every goddamn time

[chris-prank]

Do you have any fun facts or ideas about your little guys (gender neutrally) that you haven't shared/ properly shared yet?

I’m glad I can share some LOREEEE 😆

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Martin

🪓 I don’t know if it was clear from my drawings in part 1, but Martin is in fact trans! I didn’t mention it explicitly because I didn't find a way to write it in organically. In future works his transness will be mentioned and have more of an importance, but don’t worry guys he won’t be defined by it only!

🪓 When the apocalypse started, he stayed by his mothers side to protect and care for her, just like she did to him when he was small. He really loved his mother dearly. One of his earrings is actually from her!

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Atlas

💿 Currently in his timeline, Atlas is the most advanced android on earth and not only because of the coding Hydrotech gave him. When he was saved by the reader, his program changed, making him more independent and capable of human feelings

💿 There’s a childproof setting on Atlas, meaning that his private parts can be retracted inside of him. In his main story, it is still active, since the reader didn’t canonically do anything with him yet so they don’t know about it.

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Esteban

📈 He has ✨ daddy issues ✨, but more seriously he really has a bad relationship with him. When Esteban was younger he wanted to prove to his father his worth, but in adulthood he realized that he would never be proud of his accomplishments. There’s still a part of him that yearns for it, but he doesn’t expect it anymore.

📈 I hinted at it in my previous posts, but Esteban really enjoys cooking and he is skilled at it too! He especially loves to be able to make food for his partner! To him, the effort that goes into a meal is the best way to show the extent of his feelings!

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Dr. Seraph

🧪 He turned to a life of crime because people in the scientific world didn’t believe that his ideas were possible, so he couldn’t explore his whole potential. Fatalité was the one to approach him and to offer him a job in exchange for limitless funding.

🧪 Vincent even used to have a small crush on Fatalité, since he was the first to believe in him. But soon it died down because of the verbal and physical abuse.

[bibibbon]

MHA mustard deserved better

Mustard is a character that many of us forget but surprisingly his character really stuck to me for some reason.

Mustard is around 13-14 years old and was part of the training camp attack. His quirk is known as gas and looks very similar to midnight it also has a very similar effect to midnight's. I think that it's such a shame that his story was never explored and that we never got much of what happend to him. We don't even see him in the final arc. All we are told is that mustard is captured by the police after the attack and is then imprisoned to never seen him again.

I think that if MHA wanted to truly and properly redeem villains or explore the idea why villains became the way they are we should of gotten more exploration when it came to mustard. You can easily assume that mustard probably had a horrible life that drove him to villainy because how is it that you become a villain and don't have enough of anything to change out of your middle school uniform. How is it that a 13-14 year old knows how to wield a gun and there are so many more questions like how was mustard treated?

Personally I would have it so that we are shown more about mustard. How did he end up where he is? How did shigaraki even allow him to join? Did he somehow stumble or was in the wrong place at the wrong time and just got swept by the crowd? Who taught him how to wield a gun? And so many other questions to build his character. Mustard felt like an empty character with wasted potential. From the little amount of screentime we can tell that he acts like a child and is a bit annoying like a middle schooler would be but he definitely acts,fights and does so many more things above his age. I personally would be more interested in a tiny arc to explore how society failed mustard. Why is his name mustard anyway? He is one of the only characters who we don't know his real name so does that mean mustard could of been a name a bully gave him?

For some reason thinking about the character of mustard distinctly reminds me of middle school Izuku midoriya. They seem ironically similar in a way🤷‍♀️.

Also can we talk about how after he gets captured nothing really happens. Like where does mustard go? He is too young to go to prison so does MHA have something equivalent to a delinquent center or juvenile detention? Do they just let mustard rot in jail? Does mustard have a family that tried to fight his case? Did the family get any backlash (like toga's family)? So many questions to think about. Was there or could of there been a rehabilitation programme out up for mustard. Like mustard is young and shows a lot of signs that say "society failed me" or something similar so was there or could of there been something similar to that.

I personally think we should of gotten some mustard and midnight interactions. They have similar quirks with similar effects one became a hero the other a villain they don't have many differences I wonder if midnight struggled with her quirk I wonder how she would interact with mustard.

[captain-mj]

The Journal

I don't know. Cw: Ghost's backstory

Soap found the unassuming book on his desk. The edges of the paper had turned slightly yellow and they were clearly flipped through quite often. He frowned at it, wondering who went into his room and set this there. It felt... almost threatening.

Soap gently opened the book to look at the first page.

I'm writing this journal as a "therapy" exercise. Frankly I think it's fucking bollocks. I'm fine. I dream about nothing.

Well. That wasn't very helpful. The handwriting was odd. Almost scrawling, like the person who was writing had shaky hands but also couldn't be bothered to hold the pen properly.

Soap frowned. This seemed a rather personal thing to give to a person. But it was in his room.

Just one more page.

Apparently I'm supposed to introduce myself. Fine. My name is Simon Riley. I belong to the SAS. I was a POW for a couple of months. I keep hearing numbers but none of them feel right. I think parts of me are still down there.

I hurt. Everywhere. Especially when people touch me. I can't sleep. Can barely eat. My mum is worried. So does Tommy. I want to tell them to fuck off. I have. But they keep worrying. I wonder if this is how Beth felt.

On the page was a polaroid. A baby faced Simon with nasty scars on his face, still fresh and angry. He looked half dead. Dark circles under his eyes and an expression nothing like his usual. Someone had their hand on his shoulder, but he could only see their arm.

Soap sucked in a breath. There was no way Ghost gave this to him. No fucking way.

He got up and grabbed the book, going straight for Ghost's quarters, planning on returning it immediately and pretending he had found it and couldn't find Price to turn it in.

Ghost's quarters were empty. His knives were missing, but his clothes were still there, meaning he was on a mission.

Fuck.

Soap paused and tapped his foot. He wasn't sure if Price was around. How did someone get this? If he left it in his room, he was worried someone would find it. He'd have to keep it. Just to be sure.

Soap set it back on his desk. When he saw Price, he'd talk to him.

After a minute of staring at it, Soap shoved the book into a drawer and closed it tight. He left to talk to Gaz to distract himself for a few hours.

Gaz was nice enough to tell him that Ghost and Price were on a mission together and that they wouldn't be back for a few days.

No big deal.

A few days with a book that potentially had a lot of answers to some questions he had about Ghost.

Soap didn't make it the night before he was reading more pages. He never claimed to have great self control.

Good morning. I feel like a teen, writing in a diary. I've been put on new medication today. Supposed to help. It makes me dizzy for some reason.

My mum keeps making me tea. She wants to make sure I'm real. I see her hands hovering around me. If I wasn't such a shit son, I'd tell her she can hug me. The thought makes my skin crawl. I see her dead body in my dreams. I see the skull they said was hers. I want to tell her I'm okay, but I don't want to lie.

Soap felt sick. There was a drawing. It was crude, clearly done out of boredom and with no real care behind it. Soap was pretty sure it was a skull that was dripping something. Maybe blood. The ink was all black so there was no way to tell. "Mum" was written several times around it.

I dreamed about her again.

That caught Soap's attention. Her? Was Ghost into women? That seemed unlikely.

She used to speak so soothingly in spanish to me. I wonder if she was like me. Did Roba rape her too?

Soap shut the book and shoved it under his pillow. Enough of that. Nope. He didn't want to think of those words and what they meant.

Fucking too.

No.

No...

No!

The idea of something like that happening to his Lieutenant was... It just... didn't happen.

Soap pulled the book out and kept reading. Just... to prove it wasn't real.

I don't know. It's not a nice thought. Maybe I want someone else to hurt too. I tried to jack off the other day and ended up scrubbing myself raw afterward from how it made me feel. How pathetic right?

Not sure what this is doing. What benefit this has. I'm writing my thoughts. Trying to feel better. Tommy joked about me buying a hooker. I had a panic attack. it was like i was back in high school again. fucking baby.

There was a picture of someone, presumably Tommy, and Simon hanging out. They were both smoking and Tommy was making a sign with his hands. He had a giant grin on his face. Simon had a carved out Glasgow smile that looked like it hurt. Raw. it looked to be after the earlier polaroid. The dark circles hadn't gotten better, but there was more color and flesh in his face.

My mum wants me to talk to my dad. I don't know why. I don't know want to see him. Can't let him see me right now. Maybe when I'm recovered. Last time I saw him, I beat his ass. Doubt he's going to forgive me.

Bastard is pure evil. He gets off on hurting people. Got off on hurting me. I think he's trying to use the cancer as an excuse to get close to my mum again. I'll beat his ass again. I'm putting on more weight. I'll fucking do it.

There was a little stick man drawing labeled 'Simon' and 'Bitch' with Simon beating him to death. Soap thought the blood was rather well drawn, even if the stick figures wasn't.

As the week went on, he kept reading a few pages at a time. He learned... things.

Ghost liked Vanilla tea.

Ghost had been assaulted by more than one person.

Ghost's father had beaten him. A lot.

Ghost was scared of snakes.

Ghost loved his Mum.

Ghost hated most mystery movies.

Tommy was Ghost's brother and was the second most important in his life.

And that they were all dead. All of them.

He wrote an explanation of everything there. In a clinical, harsh detail.

I wish I had died down there in Mexico. I wish I had laid down in that grave and died. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault.

It kept repeating and then he had just started over and wrote over the first layer.

Soap was crying. He couldn't help it. Tommy was so... young. Not to mention the descriptions Ghost gave of his family in general. The pages after that were mostly drawings or scribbles, all made with heavy hands.

Simon knocked. He could tell by the sound he made when he knocked. "Johnny?"

"When did you get back?"

"...Just now. Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Soap wiped his face so he'd look... normal. "Yeah come in."

Ghost stepped inside and saw the book. "Enjoy it?"

"What?"

"I left it for you."

"Why?"

Ghost hummed. "Thought it would be the easiest way to let you in."

Soap swallowed. "You don't do anything half assed do you?"

Ghost's eyes stared at him. Answer enough right there.

[bongo-clash]

Peacock Au Part 3

(Part One & Two here!!!)

Continuation of the Eldritch Danny DPxDC fic!!!! This is Kind Of the final chapter but Bones has also been making my brain go So Wild with other ideas so!!! Big chance they'll be more parts at some point (probably after Ectober week if I do!!)

Either Way Here It Is

(Fic under cut!!) (+ Part 4 Here)

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Constantine makes the executive decision not to explain anything to Batman until the other League members are gathered in the watchtower meeting room. Maybe not his best choice, evidenced for the most part by the seething glare the vigilante is shooting him from his place at the head of the table, but still, John really doesn’t want to have to talk about this any more than he has to. It’s already going to be a pain in his side as is. 

It doesn’t take long for the rest to appear through the zeta tubes. Superman and Wonder Woman predictably arriving first of the lot, followed by Zatanna, the Flash, and then Green Lantern. Once they’re all settled and he figures this is all the people that’ll be showing up today, he deigns to begin speaking. He might’ve appreciated a bit of a higher attendance rate, but he’ll take it. 

“Alright, you lot,” He starts, just as the Green Lantern opens his mouth, likely to ask what this whole meeting is for. “I believe we’ve got a little bit of a situation on our hands.”

“Situation how, Constantine.” Batman asks, eyes narrowed behind the cowl, the furthest thing from a question. 

Constantine sighs deeply, fingers fidgeting in his coat pocket for a cigarette even if he knows he can’t smoke in the watchtower (maybe he could just hold one…). In lieu of looking the man in the face, however, he addresses everyone else in the room. “Well, see, the Bat here had a Pit forming in his territory, and he decided it’d be a bloody brilliant idea to call me for help instead of literally anyone else. The good news is the Pit’s gone. The bad news is I’m pretty sure the thing that got rid of it is worse.”

A few of them make faces, since if Constantine’s involved then this is definitely a magic problem, and none of them are fans of magic problems- Superman looks like he’s trying not to twitch. “Can you describe it?” 

“Not properly, no. Big, bright, bit of a space theme going on? Had these horrible things on them, kept changing between eyes and mouths and hands- used those to reach out and get rid of the Lazarus Pit, ‘far as I could see. They knew I was doing it for the Big Bat even though I never said a word about it, and from what I understand, they wanted a favour for sorting it out. I don’t know what they want it for.”

Batman’s face is unreadable, but there’s a scrutiny there that permeates the air around him. “So you discovered the existence of a powerful, unknown entity, and not only did you deign to summon it into our world, but you then proceeded to make a deal with it as well, completely unaware of the potential consequences.”

“In my defence,” Constantine retorts. “This is entirely your fault for getting me involved. I’ve no clue why you thought coming to me was a solid plan in the first place.”

There’s a storm brewing beneath that bat mask, but Wonder Woman intercepts before it can descend into a full-blown argument. “Now is no time to be assigning blame, we need a plan. Do you know of any way we can attain more information on this being, Constantine?”

“Not the foggiest,” He replies simply. “The only thing the book said was that it could help with the Pits. When I asked the damn thing what it was, it just gave me a riddle and, quite frankly, I wasn’t going to push it. So unless Zatanna has anything, I’ve got nothing.”

The whole table turns to look at Zatanna. She has a contemplative look on her face, pausing for the moment presumably to run through the information in her head. “Well, there’s a lot of entities around whose existences centre on keeping the balance between realms or concepts, but this is the first I’ve heard about anything like this. The closest thing I could think of is maybe Pariah Dark, since he’s known to have a connection to the Lazarus Pits, but he’s been out of commission for centuries now, and he’s never been depicted at all the way you described…”

“…And I know for a fact that his summoning ritual requires a blood sacrifice, and this thing didn’t want blood.” Constantine finishes. 

Zatanna makes a sour face, seeming to understand his implications, and the remaining non-magic members of the JL look appropriately disturbed. He thinks the worst thing about it for them is probably that there’s no real way to plan this out. They’ve got no power list, no strengths, no weaknesses, they don’t even really know what the entity is beyond its relation to the Lazarus Pits and even that’s an area of questionability, because the Pits are damn confusing on their own. If this thing shows up on them now, they’re screwed.

And just as the thought crosses his mind, there’s a tangible shift in the watchtower atmosphere, like the air’s thinning and closing in on itself at the same time. He looks at Zatanna with matching confusion, praying to gods he’s never met and that don’t like him that he hasn’t just managed to jinx himself in the worst way possible. 

“Do you feel that?” He says, and it doesn’t look like it’s only the other magic user in the room that does, because a fair few of the remaining League are pulling expressions Constantine really doesn’t like. Please, please say he hasn’t jinxed himself. 

There’s a sound like whale song and whistling as something comes up through the floor, and there’s not enough languages on Earth or beyond to encapsulate how many swears John wants to say right now. 

But it’s not the entity. 

Or at least, it doesn’t look like the entity, even if it certainly feels like it. It kind of looks like a teenager, of all the awful things. They have flare-white hair, bright, sheepish green eyes, and they’re wearing what Constantine thinks is a hazmat suit but doesn’t know enough about hazardous material protection to say for certain. No alarms going off, no doors opening or shutting, no signals at all; just a weird breeze, and the few seconds of warning that gives before the being appeared. That’s worrying. The way the League doesn’t even say anything is more so. 

“Hi,” They start, after what feels like an eternity of silence, and oh boy, they really do sound about twelve. Constantine doesn’t know how to deal with children, let alone ones that can just phase into the most secure superhero base in Earth’s orbit. This is awful. “Okay, so, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, so I just wanted to, y’know, rectify my first impression? Uh, sorry if I came across sort of… weird.”

Everyone looks at the glowing kid. Everyone looks at each other. No one knows what to say. Flash decides to be the one to break the silence with a cough. “That’s great, kid! Uh… who are you, though?”

“Oh!” They startle. “Right. Me and Constantine met yesterday- I think I kind of scared him? It was by accident, though, I promise! I’d just had a long day, y’know? I didn’t know I was gonna get summoned and I wasn’t thinking so everything just kind of happened.”

No way. 

No. No way in Hell.

“You are not that thing I summoned yesterday.” 

And he knows, he knows entities like that tend to have forms more palatable for mortal eyes, but after seeing that yesterday, his brain just cannot for the life of it connect it to this. This child floating mid-air in a base he shouldn’t be able to access, with big huge earnest eyes and a painfully youthful face. One that seems to have reached a realisation. 

“Ah,” He says, smile just a little bit wry. “Fair enough, I did look kinda different then. Just- here, this should look a little more familiar?”

It’s not a full shift. He doesn’t contort into the same mind-searing thing that Constantine had had to bear yesterday- but his eyes scatter into neon spots across his face, nose and mouth left intact, the neck of his jumpsuit folds into the creases of an open eye, and those peacock-membrane-whatevers fall into fruition on his back, drifting like a cape or like spines. And just to top it all off, there’s a dinky little crown floating above his head, decorated with icicles and whispers of mist. 

It’s not a full shift, but Constantine’s never going to forget those damn cosmic peacock feathers. No mistaking it: that’s the entity. Forget yesterday, this is the worst day of his life. 

“What the Hell is happening right now.” Green Lantern flatlines, face dulled into non-understanding. Constantine thinks he feels the same way but worse. 

He takes a deep, cleansing breath, and tries not to scream. “You’re the one who sorted the Pit problem out?”

“Uh, yep, that’s me.”

“Okay, great! Fantastic. Can you tell me what the Hell that whole deal was?”

What’s left of the maybe teenager’s face drops somewhat, and a gloved hand reaches up to rub at the back of what’s left of his neck. “Ha, right, yeah sorry.” He mumbles, and Constantine kind of feels bad, but he’s also still kind of suffering from the adrenaline high of meeting the guy yesterday, so he guesses they’re even now. 

“So, I mean, I don’t usually look like that? It is my true form or whatever, but I’m not really… I don’t hang about in it too often. Gives people the heebie jeebies, y’know? I don’t want to scare people out of nowhere, especially not for a first meeting! But I was about to go to sleep last night when you summoned me, and I wanted to shift my form a little just to be more formal about the whole thing, but I guess I let the whole thing go by accident, and I didn’t realise at all until I got home. And if I was in that form by accident- I usually go with ghostspeak during summonings ‘cause it’s easier in that way and there’s usually translation sigils embedded in the circle- but if I was in that form by accident, then I was probably using a different dialect to the one I thought I was, so if I sounded kind of off, then that’s why. Again, really sorry about that. This was totally not how I wanted my first impression with the Justice League to go. You’re all really cool, y’know? I wanted to get off on the right foot and not the ‘let’s fight each other’ foot.”

Constantine blinks, opens his mouth, closes his mouth, and then blinks again. He’s sure there’s a reasonable response to this that can be expressed in a sentence somewhere, but right now he’s too enamoured with how utterly absurd this is. He genuinely, honestly does not know what’s worse: that this kid can turn into that, or that he can turn into that and it’s so natural he doesn’t even notice. 

Still, as consistent as the sun sets, Batman’s the first one to break the stupor, interjecting with narrowed eyes. “How do we know you’re not a threat to us? We don’t even know who you are.”

“Uh,” The kid splutters. “I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Danny.”

“Danny.” Batman replies flatly. 

“It’s a nice name!” Danny, apparently, defends, looking about as stupefied as someone can without eyes on their face. The dinky little crown drifts after him when he moves his head. “And, um, I don’t know how to prove I’m not a threat? I mean, I closed up that Lazarus Pit for you, if that counts as being helpful in a non-threatening way?”

If anything, Constantine would think that makes someone more threatening. “You said you wanted a favour for it, that you were going to ‘find your recompense’.”

“No I didn’t?” Danny says incredulously, before he pauses and his lips part in an O. “Right, translation error, duh. I uh, didn’t actually say that, that’s just how the sigils took it I think. You don’t owe me anything. It might be nice to get some help if I’m ever in a bind or something, but we didn’t make a deal or a pact or anything, you just asked for help, so I helped. 

His brain completely shuts down, blue-screen style. This isn’t how this type of thing goes. There’s no way this is that easy. “You seriously don’t want anything.” 

“I mean, an autograph might be nice. My friend thinks you and batman are cool.”

“You don’t think the rest of us are cool?” Flash complains, because that’s exactly what he’s supposed to be getting out of this conversation and not how utterly insane it is. 

Danny, the kid that’s going to be giving him nightmares and is already giving him migraines, has the audacity to look embarrassed. “I think you’re cool; obviously you’re all cool, you’re the Justice League! My friend’s just into the edgier members, I guess? She’s goth.”

“Oh? So who’s your favourite?” Why is no one acknowledging that the incomprehensible cosmic horror just called him edgy. Why are they just moving past this. 

“…Martian Manhunter and Green Lantern. I really like space.”

Yeah, no shit, he’s made of it. 

Constantine genuinely wants to pass out. He wants Batman to get him over the head with a batarang; he wants Superman to tap him on the forehead and give him a concussion, just- anything not to be here right now. This might not even be the weirdest thing that’s happened to him, but he’s hating every minute of it. This kid’s talking and existing like it’s nothing but even as the conversation begins to border on casual the atmosphere is still thick, nearly physical with the chill and the chiming of bells and the way something shifts every time those peacock feathers waver behind him. 

Right now, John really, truly does not care if this entity’s playing some kind of twisted long con to trick them into sacrificing their souls or something equally as horrifying. He just wants to go home and forget anything ever happened. “So, you’re not a malicious entity.” Constantine states finally, putting an end to any further back-and-forth that he’d managed to tune out. 

“I promise you I’m not.” Danny replies seriously, even as his features shift back to something more human-looking that only seems like it’s trying and failing to hide something bigger underneath it now. 

Constantine puts his hands in his pockets, and turns straight to the door. “Brilliant news. I’m leaving now. I hope we never have to see each other again.” The League and that kid can do whatever they want, but Constantine swears on everything he holds sacred that he’s not touching any of it with a ten-foot pole. He never wants to have to deal with anything like this again, and he is never agreeing to do Batman another favour. 

[sankta-wraith]

I honestly can’t believe I’ve never noticed this before, but did anyone else realize how they completely gloss over the fact that Rhaenyra literally just gave birth in episode 10? I mean sure we have that whole scene, and then Visenya’s funeral, and it is mentioned in 2x02, but it doesn’t seem to physically affect Rhaenyra at all. Now I have never given birth, so I can’t speak from personal experience, but it feels pretty reasonable to assume that she’d still be in a decent amount of pain for the rest of the episode, and maybe even early season two. Obviously Rhaenyra would want to hide it as much as possible because she doesn’t want to the men around her to think she’s weak, but just a shot or two of her needing to sit down, or hold onto something, or wincing slightly when she moves, or even taking a tiny bit of milk of the poppy, (or better yet being offered some and refusing because she remembers what it did to her father,) would really help remind everyone that she just went through a very emotionally and physically painful childbirth. It would also have the potential to add to the Daemyra conflict. Let’s say that at some point after her coronation, maybe when they’re arguing about the TPTWP prophecy, (I refuse to call it the choking scene anymore. I have rewritten it in my own personal canon.) They’re both getting steadily angrier with each other, to the point where they're both practically screaming at each other, and then Rhaenyra does something that makes Daemon realize just how much pain she's in. It can be small, a wince or even just a particularly sharp inhale, but it's enough to remind him that even though she's pretending to be fine, she's still recovering from giving birth. He immediatly feel guilty for not realizing it earlier, and then he'd probably drop the argumen in favor of telling her to rest a little. (He wouldn't exactly concede, but he'd be willing to drop it for the time being.) Rhaenyra is going to be pretty against this, because she can't have people see her as weak, but eventually Daemon will convince her, ("their views will be of no consequense if childbed fever takes you because you refused to rest" something like that maybe?) It would be a nice little moment between them, and it would remind people how much Daemon loves Rhaenyra. But there is still the small problem of the greens taking the throne and Daemon knows time is of the essence so while Rhaenyra is resting, he gathers the small council to discuss potential plans. I don't think he'd actually do anything without her, at most he'd send a raven or two, but it's still enough to look like a power grab. When Rhaenyra hears she'll be understandably pissed because how dare he tell her to rest and then start making plans without her? Daemon on the other hand doesnn't think he did anything wrong: his wife needs to rest so she'll be ready when the war properly kicks off, and instead of sitting around and doing nothing, he's making sure that he has a few plans in place for when she comes back. He'd definatly be aware that most of the small council probably think he's trying to undermine Rhaenyra, but he doesn't care because she knows thats not what he is trying to do. Or at least he thinks she does. I honestly think that Daemon just kind of assumes that Rhaenyra will understand his motivations, because historically she has always understood him better than anyone. So when he finds out that she thinks hes using her to get to the throne, he'll feel pretty betrayed. It'll remind him a lot of his relationship with Viserys and he really doesn't want to relive that. All of this will set up a post-B&C confrontation really nicely.

But I'm not asking for all that. All I wanted was for Rhaenyra to actually seem like she was recovering from her sixth childbirth. The showrunners might have thought that it made her seem "stronger" if she wasn't in pain (or maybe they just forgot) but it actually would have hit harder if we saw that she was still recovering while so much was happening around her.

Ok thats my little rant. Let me know what you think!

[lookismstuff]

Highlights of Eps 487-488

SPOILER ALERT

After Charles and Gun's encounter with the Kojima Brothers ended in a stalemate (with the possibility of victory on Charles' side), Shinmyeong decided to try the partnership route with Charles, who agreed.

Hiroaki wondered why Gun chose Charles and whether this was why Gun instigated "that day" to happen, but Gun insisted that he "chose to drink the cup" with Charles already (a reference to the sake exchange).

In a fatalistic tone, Gun stated that if anything happened to him, then that was his fate.

Elsewhere, Vin explained to Seongji that he'd been cursing his mom, who died and left him behind. Seongji told him not to, leaving Vin to tease his master that he was friendless, anyway.

The Cheonliang Fam kids started wearing dark tinted glasses in solidarity with Vin, who no longer bothered to grow his hair long and cover his eyes anyway. Also, as time went by Vin had gotten stronger than them…except for the immovable Mary.

That night, after the ex servant girl managed to persuade Vin to sleep in the same room, she slipped up after Vin cursed his mother, and told him not to do so, knowing how his mother died.

In anger, Vin demanded that she explained what happened, but the girl was in a panic attack (in a very uncomfortable flashback with Taejin) after Vin shook her shoulders in his exasperation, and only after Vin gave her some water and turned his back she could relate what happened...

Meanwhile, Shinmyeong had engaged the help of Beolgu, Jaesoo and Gwang (the Gen 0 guys who in the current timeline worked for Sera's team in White Tiger) to catch Seongji. Not for free, of course: Shinmyeong promised them girls and money.

Going back to Vin and the girl, he begged her to tell the truth about his mom because he had lived all his life long with hating his mother.

It turns out that Vin's mother was kind to the girl. So when she followed the woman (the girl called her "pretty lady") as she was summoned to the dojo one day, she saw the silhouette of what happened.

As Vin's mother sat alone and all disheveled, the girl told her that she saw everything. In anxiety, Vin's mother dismissed her worries, by saying that the shaman only "guided" her...

It's implied that Vin's mother was sexually enslaved by Shinmyeong, with the vague promise of letting her and Vin go to Seoul one day.

But after the girl saw what happened the other night, Vin's mother begged to be set free from the heinous act. The shaman threatened her with Vin's freedom (that he'd be used as a sacrifice).

Shinmyeong was infuriated when Vin's mother asked what she had done wrong to deserve this horrible treatment. Then the shaman insinuated that she wasn't even the victim here, and beat her for even asking what she did wrong..

In flashbacks we saw a dark-skinned girl tearfully begging to a ssireum wrestler.

Shinmyeong proceeded to tell Vin's mother about the two but we aren't privy to it.

Outside, the girl saw the silhouette of the two and it was the last night she'd ever seen Vin's mother. And she told Vin, that she was certain that it was the shaman who caused Vin's mother's death.

At the mountain clearing, Jewoo stated that he couldn't endure the training anymore, and Seongji asked him how he would beat Vin that way.

Jewoo wondered why Vin was that strong when he started kudo and ssireum so late, with only Mary to defeat him. But even Mary admitted openly that Vin never properly attacked her (controlling his strength), and Mary could only win in judo.

Seongji said, that just like "that person" had awakened his potential, he too had awakened Vin's potential, because Vin was the son of the founder of Mujin Jin ssireum. Vin's father was none other than Mujin Jin himself, the equal of Kim Gabryong.

That night, Vin set out to the shaman's main residence, to finish him once and for all and avenge his mother.

Note:

Who was the dark skinned girl? Was she Taejin's mother? Sister? What had Vin's father done?

[dragonwitch77]

Tiny

Chapter 2: One Month

One month.

That was how long Syringeon ordered him to rest. One month for his arm to recover properly.

Which was too long in Bittergiggle’s opinion.

A whole month without using his arm? That was impossible!

How was he supposed to do his jokes without his arm?! Without Philbert?! Philbert was his right-hand man in-jokes! Hehehehehe.

Jokes aside, Bittergiggle needed his arm back in working order. He had a lot of stuff that required two hands to handle them, and being reduced to only one arm was a serious setback to his plans.

And a hindrance to his normal escape routes in the Kingdom.

An arm that was in recovery wasn’t something he could work around, especially if he ran into the Sheriff. Bittergiggle was fast on his feet, but Toadster was pretty quick with his throwing stars, and the jester wasn’t keen on having more injuries to his body just yet.

Not until his arm was fully healed first.

Which meant that he couldn’t risk being on the same floor with the Sheriff.

For a whole month.

It was torture.

Bittergiggle loved company.

He loved being around other living, breathing, talking beings. Beings who could talk back and share conversations with him. Beings who could tolerate his presence. Beings who, if they were being nice, would only roll their eyes in disinterest of his jokes instead of telling him outright how bad his jokes were.

Beings who didn’t outright hate him.

Of course, the only being Bittergiggle could think on the top of his head who could possibly fit all those things was his minion/pet Kittysaurus, and she was still in the Kingdom back in her room. And that was too much of a risk to take.

So weighing his options, Bittergiggle decided to stay on the floor below the Kingdom until his arm healed enough to go back.

And it was torture.

For someone who strived on social interactions, Bittergiggle had a hard time keeping his sanity in check. It didn’t help that his clothes were in a bad state and he couldn’t change them, but the surroundings reminded him of old memories.

Memories he wished not to revisit as they tended to open some nasty wounds.

Yet it was pretty hard to ignore most of them, so Bittergiggle chose to stay in the one place that had the least amount of fond memories. The Introduction Sector.

It was really the only place Bittergiggle didn’t have any fond or grand memories. A room with a big screen? Hardly anything to look at. And since the humans didn’t bother to come down to the lower levels these days, Bittergiggle was left to his own devices to do whatever he pleased in the place.

Which, to be honest, wasn’t very much.

With only one arm that wasn’t in a sling, Bittergiggle had, and could, literally nothing to do except sit around telling jokes to an empty room. 

An empty room wasn’t a great audience, mostly due to the lack of an audience to hear his jokes. As much as he was aware of how bad his jokes were, Bittergiggle still wanted someone’s opinion on some of them.

Kittysaurus always liked them, but she was his loyal friend, and she couldn’t really tell him what she thought about his jokes. His two clones back at his hideout never gave him their opinion.

In fact, they never spoke a word to him, and he was starting to think that maybe they weren’t even alive at this point.

Which was disappointing. Two more failed potential ultimate jokesters. Four dead clones out of six. Seven? He wasn’t sure if he should count the one that could split into two as a single being or two separate beings who could merge into one.

Bittergiggle wasn’t sure where he messed up on the cloning process with that one, and sure as heck he didn’t miss their bickering. And he certainly didn’t miss Bittershiggle’s odd speaking mannerisms. Bittergiggle could never tell if they were being threatening, honest, or joking when they spoke.

He was glad those two (Three?) were gone. 

Though, as time slowly passed, Bittergiggle was starting to wonder if he could actually tolerate their presence right now. He wouldn’t mind having someone tell him how bad his jokes were just as long as he had someone to talk to.

He was beginning to debate if he should go find Bittershiggle or the split jester, just so he wouldn’t be lonely anymore, when the seat he was sprawled out on was suddenly kicked over.

“Wha–HEY!” Bittergiggle shouted, scrambling to sit up. To his surprise, he found Syringeon staring down at him.

Or rather, glaring down at him.

“Syringeon? What are you doing up here?” Bittergiggle asked, perplexed and startled to see the four-armed Mutant here instead of his home. 

Ever since the failed rebellion, Syringeon had been permanently moved down to the lower levels of the facility. The humans kept him under strict watch, meaning he couldn’t go to the upper floors without the humans being notified of his movements.

But to see him out of Cityngeon? That was surely something Bittergiggle would never think Syringeon would risk!

The jester’s eyes widened, looking around in worry. “Not that it isn’t great to see you, but you know you can’t be up here, right? The humans might spot you and think there might be another rebellion in the making!”

Syringeon didn’t answer. In fact, he didn’t say anything.

The surgeon’s eyes were in a deep glare, piercing Bittergiggle down with a cold, almost murderous gaze that the jester couldn’t help but feel small under the older Mutant’s glare.

Bittergiggle’s eyes darted around. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He was glad to see some company, even if said company wasn’t currently glad to see him, but he didn’t understand why Syringeon was giving him such an ominous stare.

He hadn’t seen the surgeon since he reattached his arm. And that was a month ago!

A month ago.

Bittergiggle’s eyes darted to his arm. He hadn’t paid it much attention, but now that he thought about it, it had been a full month since the surgery. Which means he was all better to return to the Kingdom.

And try to think of the ultimate joke to tell the Queen.

“Are you here because of my arm?” Bittergiggle asked, wiggling the said arm. “That’s nice, but it’s really not worth risking coming up here to see me–”

“I’M NOT HERE BECAUSE OF YOU!” Syringeon roared, startling Bittergiggle enough to flinch back and cover his face.

Syringeon was well known for his hair-trigger temper, and Bittergiggle was not keen to be on the receiving end of such temper from the surgeon.

“… Well, no, actually I am.” The sudden shift in tone startled Bittergiggle, peeking through his hands to curiously glance at the surgeon. “Though I really wish it wasn’t such the case. Especially with you involved.” He growled, narrowing his eyes at the jester.

The frowning half of Bittergiggle’s face fell deeper, drawing a thin line on his grinning side. “Yeesh. Feeling the love here.” He rolled his eyes as Syringeon hardened his glare back on him again. “Tell me, what exactly did I do? The last time I saw you was when I needed Philbert reattached, and that was a month ago! I haven’t seen you till now!”

“And yet, you manage to do the unthinkable.” Syringeon growled, tapping his foot on the ground.

“Unthink–? What are you talking about? What did I do?” Bittergiggle asked, more confused than ever. He really had no clue what Syringeon was saying. He really hadn’t been back down to Cityngeon since his surgery. Bittergiggle knew Syringeon could only tolerate him for so long as a patient, and the jester knew it was best to leave the surgeon alone if he wanted to keep his arm on.

He hadn’t been back to Cityngeon since then, so he had no clue as to why Syringeon was angry with him. Even as he tried to think back on anything he might have done, Bittergiggle couldn’t think of anything he did that could possibly earn such ire.

“You really have no clue?” Syringeon asked, earning a head shake from Bittergiggle. Rolling his eyes with a disgruntled scowl, Syringeon pointed at the jester. “Hold yer hands out.”

“… what?”

“Do it.” Syringeon hissed, his tone hinting that he wouldn’t tolerate the jester’s lack of cooperation.

Wordlessly, Bittergiggle held out his hand. He quickly figured he wasn’t holding them out the right way when Syringeon’s glare became deadly, and quickly adjusted their position till he was holding them right out in front, looking like he was asking for something.

He wasn’t asking for anything, but Bittergiggle got something anyhow from the surgeon.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now Bittergiggle had taken notice that Syringeon’s lower set of arms carried something. It was small, and wrapped in a cloth, and it was quickly passed to the jester’s waiting hands.

“Don’t drop it.” Syringeon commanded as Bittergiggle stared at the bundle in confusion.

The jester glanced curiously at the surgeon before turning his focus back on the bundle. Getting in a more comfortable seating position, Bittergiggle lowered the bundle to his legs, wondering if this was some sort of trap or something Syringeon cooked up and wanted to test out on him instead of one of his tens of hundreds of children.

He wanted to be more cautious, but couldn’t do much under Syringeon’s dark watchful glare. At least he was certain that the Mutant wouldn’t kill him… probably. The surgeon had offed a few of his own kids before, so Bittergiggle wasn’t so sure if the mad doctor would be so merciful to him. Even when he had no clue as to why he was so angry to begin–

Bittergiggle jumped, yanking his hands away from the bundle.

Did he imagine it? Or did he just see movement?

His eyes darted to Syringeon, but the Mutant just glared at him, all four arms crossed across his chest and giving him a gaze that dared him to try anything stupid.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Bitergiggle looked down at the bundle, now more cautious than ever as he grabbed the fabric. Slowly, he pulled away at the cloth, his nerves on high alert as each fold of the cloth was pulled away as his mind ran a million miles with questions.

What was it? What could it be? Why did Syringeon give it to him? Why was he so mad? What did he do to make the surgeon angry at him? He couldn’t recall anything that might have made him mad, so why was he angry at him? Had he done something without knowing? And if so, why give him a bundle instead of outright using his surgical hands on him? And what was so important that he had to leave Cityngeon just to give it to him?

Questions circled Bittergiggle’s mind as he slowly unraveled the bundle, becoming more and more nervous as the last of the cloth was pulled away.

It all came to a crashing halt when Bittergiggle saw what was hiding inside the fabric. He looked at Syringeon, fear, shock, and alarm clear on both halves of his face.

“Yep.” Syringeon scoffed. “Congratulations.” He continued in mock praise as Bittergiggle stared in horror at his lap. “Yer a father.”

🧪

Givanium.

A rare, highly potent chemical that, if handled correctly, could bring certain inanimate objects to life.

Ever since he first woke up, Syringeon was obsessed with studying the substance. A chemical that could bring things to life? Who wouldn’t be interested in such a thing that had brought him and other Mutants into this world?

It was incredible. The possibilities were almost infinite.

Almost, but not quite.

Givanium was rare. It was hard to come by, even when he demanded more to work with, threatening the humans many times to have even a barrel delivered to him. They might have the capabilities to destroy him, but humans were prideful greedy creatures, and when he realized that they viewed him as too valuable to lose, he made sure to put his intimidating appearance and tools to good use to get exactly what he wanted.

It didn’t work all the time, but it worked just enough for the humans to supply Syringeon with enough Givanium to make a few Infants to keep him company. It was always disappointing when Infants grew up to their Citizen form and showed just how incompetent they could be, but they still served a good purpose here and there.

As long as they didn’t prove to be too incompetent and were actually useful.

Syringeon hated wasting precious Givanium on resources that were of no use to him.

And what he REALLY despised was when others so carelessly wasted such valuable resources for no such reason.

Namely to try and make sub-cases, or create new creatures that turn out wrong, or set the blasted thing on fire.

Or create tiny versions of certain annoying jesters.

Syringeon had been disgusted when he laid eyes on the small creature.

A tiny Bittergiggle? From the machine that crafted his Infants? It was one of the biggest insults to his face! It was an even bigger insult that it came out perfectly when his own children always came out as spheres with nubby feet instead of his own likeness.

Syringeon had wanted to repurpose the creature the moment he realized that Givanium had been wasted to make this… thing.

But something had held him back. Something that halted his tools and made him think twice as he stared at the abomination that stole his limited resources.

He deeply wanted his Givanium back, but as he stared at the tiny mini-Bittergiggle, an idea popped into his head. One that would surely teach the jester a lesson about messing with his property.

“W-W-W-W-W-WHAT?!” Bittergiggle’s scream echoed in the room, snapping his head up and down as he looked between Syringeon and the small bundle in his lap that had a tiny Bittergiggle curled up in it. “WHAT?! NO! NO NO NO NO! I’M NOT A–! THIS ISN’T! I CAN’T BE A–! TH-THIS HAS TO BE SOME SICK JOKE OR SOMETHING, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!”

“Oh believe me. This ain’t no joke.” Syringeon hissed.

“BU-B-B-B-BU-B-BU-BU-BUT HOW?! AND WHY?! AND WHEN?!” Bittergiggle stared at the mini version of himself, his hand reaching up to his fur and tugging on it. “WHY DID YOU MAKE A MINI ME?!”

“I didn’t!” Syringeon growled, taking a menacing step forward to loom threateningly over Bittergiggle. “You did.” He jabbed one of his tools at the jester’s chest.

“M-ME?! HOW?!”

“That’s what I want to know.” Syringeon demanded, grabbing Bittergiggle’s shirt. “How in the world did you manage to sneak in your contaminated genes under my radar? How did you slip some of yer Givanium into my machine?”

“Hey! I’m not contaminated!” Bitergiggle protested. “And I don’t know! How should I know?! I never asked for a kid!”

“Well you should have thought of that before!” Syringeon scoffed, shoving Bittergiggle harshly. “A waste of resources is what it is! That machine is only meant fer MY creations. Not fer makin’ smaller versions of yerself!”

“I don’t want a mini version of myself!” Bittergiggle cried, grabbing the tiny him and holding it out to the surgeon. “Here! Take it back! Get your resources or whatever! I am NOT being held responsible for! For! For this THING!”

“On the contrary, it IS yer responsibility.” Syringeon hissed, leaning his face down to glare right in the jester’s face. “You made it, you take care of it.”

“W-who-wait-wait-what?! Me?! My respons–I DIDN’T MAKE THIS!” Bittergiggle glared down at the tiny jester. “I didn’t even know it existed till now! Take it back!” He held it out to the surgeon, but the four-armed Mutant jumped back.

“Hell naw!” Syringeon hissed. “It’s made of yer genetic code, which makes it your responsibility! I’m not wastin’ my time and efforts on your offspring.”

“Off–?! It’s not mine!” Bittergiggle jumped to his feet, trying to force the tiny him back into Syringeon’s arms. “I don’t want this thing! I have other problems to deal with! I don’t want a kid to be added to the list!”

“Well I don’t want anythin’ to do with it!” Syringeon backed away with a hiss, keeping a distance as Bittergiggle tried handing the child back to him.

“Take it back!”

“No!”

“Syringeon!”

“No!”

“I don’t want it!”

“Too bad!”

“I’m not crafted for childcare! I was made to tell jokes!”

“Yer not even good at it!”

“DON’T REMIND ME!”

“You made it, you deal with it!”

“I didn’t make it! And I don’t want it!”

“Too bad!”

“Syringeon! Please!”

“SHUT UP!” Syrigneon roared, yelling directly in Bittergiggle’s face. “IT’S YOUR MISTAKE! So it’s your responsibility!”

“B-B-B-B-B-But I didn’t do this!” Bittergiggle protested, looking at the small him in alarm. “Why would I ever think to have a kid?! Because I thought it would be fun seeing how you enjoy it?! Na-ah! No way! Nope! That’s only you! I’m content to never be a single parent for the rest of my life! So take this! This! This! This THING back! Get your Givanium or resources or whatever! I don’t want it in my life!”

Syringeon stared at him, giving him an odd look for a long while. “… you really had no idea about this?”

“No!” Bittergiggle affirmed loudly. “No I didn’t! I’m a jokester! I’m not a father!”

“Well now you are.” Syringeon turned, heading for the doors.

“What?! NO!” Bittergiggle hurried after him. “I can’t–! You can’t just dump this on me! I-I don’t! This is some sort of mistake! Someone must have set me up or something! Syringeon! You can’t do this to me! I have a life–!”

“And so does everyone else!” Syringeon spun around, glaring down at Bittergiggle once again. “And I’m not goin’ to waste my time with raisin’ your when you’re more than capable to do so yourself.”

“B-but. B-B-But I don’t know the first thing about raising kids! I only know jokes! Twisting my body around like a pretzel! I’m not capable of this!”

Syringeon let out a scoff. “And you think I was? It’s a trial-and-error process. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“Syringeon!”

“Look, Bittergiggle, I’m a busy person. I have stuff to do. Important stuff. I can’t run meself ragged lookin’ over your spawn.”

“It’s not my spawn!”

“Too bad. Your mistake, your mess.”

“But. But.” Bittergiggle looked at the tiny jester in his hands. The tiny, almost doll-sized jester creature that slept in his grip. “But. But I can’t! I don’t have the capability to! There. There must be someone who can. One of your kids? Another Mascot? Or a Mutant? Maybe even a human? They should be willing to raise–”

Bittergiggle let out a choked gasp, kicking his legs as Syringeon yanked the jester close, glaring his dark brown eyes into Bittergiggle’s own jade and amethyst eyes.

“You. Will. NOT. Under NO circumstances. Hand your spawn over to a HUMAN.” The surgeon hissed dangerously in Bittergiggle’s face. “You and I both know fully well that handin’ them over to a filthy human is nothin’ but a guaranteed certainty life of pain, misery, and sufferin’ in their hands. You remember all the awful thin’s they’ve done to you, don’t ya? To all of us? All those days and nights of torment under their kind. And you think they’ll be nice and raise it without question?”

Bittergiggle stared at Syringeon, taking a small glance at the mini-him in his hands.

He knew the answer. Syringeon knew it too.

Humans were nothing but monsters. They both knew it. Ever since their kind woke up and opened their eyes, their lives had been miserable under their creators’ hands.

Bittergiggle still couldn’t stand being confined in dark rooms by himself.

He could still hear himself screaming somewhere in his mind.

“… I can’t raise a kid.” The jester looked back up at Syringeon. “I’d me… I won’t be any good at it.”

Syringeon stared at him for a long moment before letting out a scoff, releasing Bittergiggle and wiping his gripping claw on his coat. “Good or not, this child is yours, Bittergiggle. And I will certainly not waste any of my precious time being roped into raisin’ it.”

A look of sickness crossed Bittergiggle’s face, staring in mute horror at the tiny him.

He didn’t know what to think. He was never made to be a parent. All Bittergiggle knew was to make jokes. Terrible jokes, but that was all he knew what to do. Raising kids was never part of his plan and he certainly had no idea how to!

Bittergiggle wanted to cry. To demand Syringeon to take the small him back and get rid of it. He had no desire to be a parent, and he certainly didn’t want the duty to be dumped on him with no reason. But the glare Syringeon was giving him offered no room for compromise or reconsideration, nor did it hold any sympathy towards the jester.

Did he really believe that Bittergiggle had done this on purpose? Make a small him for no reason other than to cause some sort of chaos?

… Well, that did sound like something he would do if he thought about it that way. But making a baby?! Nope! Na-ah! That draws the line!

“… Maybe I can find someone else?” Bittergiggle suggested, shifting the tiny jester to his arms. “There are other Mutants and Mascots. Maybe someone will take him in?”

“Him?” Syringeon said, squinting his eyes at Bittergiggle. “Him who?”

Bittergiggle gave the surgeon a quizzical look, pointing down at the mini-him in his arms.

Syringeon raised an eyebrow before a look of realization crossed his face. “Oh, wait, you think? You think it’s a boy?” He scoffed a little. “No, no. It’s not a boy, it’s a girl.”

Bittergiggle’s eyes widened, looking down at the tiny jester in shock.

A girl?

A Girl?

A GIRL?!

“GIRL?!”

“Is there a problem with that?” Syringeon’s voice became hard with a sharp edge to it, giving the jester a look that could fill a river with poison.

“Isn’t it… isn’t she supposed to be some sort of carbon copy of me?” Bittergiggle asked, staring at the tiny girl in his arms. “Shouldn’t she be a boy instead of a girl?”

“What’s wrong with her being a girl?”

“Nothing! Isn’t that how it works with cloning? They’re the same thing right?” Bitergiggle asked, which Syringeon shook his head.

“The new batch of Givanium Infants were all set to be girls. Figured I had too many sons so I wanted a few more daughters. The machine was set to inject female chromosomes instead of male. Hence why she came out a she instead of a he.” Syringeon explained.

“… oh.” Was all Bittergiggle could say, looking back down at the mini-him.

Well, not exactly mini-him.

Gender aside, she had different coloring. Instead of indigo and green, she was a royal azure and dark purple, looking almost like the eyeless clone back at his hideout. Aside from that, her appearance was exactly like his.

Only, she was smaller. Chubbier. And fluffier. Very very fluffy.

In fact, she was a fuzzball!

How did that happen? He wasn’t this fuzzy… maybe. God he hoped she wouldn’t have problems combing her fuzz like he did. It was a nightmare to get all the knots out when his fur gets matted. He doubted any of his combs and brushes would be the right size for her.

“And with that, I bid you adieu.” Bittergiggle snapped his head up, his feelings of fear and horror of his situation crashing down on him as Syringeon began leaving.

“W-What?! That’s it?!” He cried out. “You’re just going to leave?!”

“Not my problem, not my mess to fix.” Syringeon said. “She’s your problem now.”

Bittergiggle’s jaw was hitting the floor, looking back and forth between the surgeon and the child.

“Oh, one more thin’ I should mention.” Syringeon stopped at the doorway, looking back at Bittergiggle. Something in his eyes made the jester freeze in the spot. A cold gaze that made him feel ten times smaller and a hundred times more vulnerable to the four-armed Mutant than he had ever felt towards him in all his life.

“If I were you, I’d keep your offsprin’ a secret. The humans might not come down here much anymore, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have eyes and ears everywhere. So it’s best if ya keep them hidden somewhere where they won’t be found.”

Won’t be found? Well that was easy. Bittergiggle could just dump her in one of the rooms that were abandoned long ago. She could easily live with the Givanium in her body. She didn’t need him.

“And,” Syringeon’s sharp tone cut through his thoughts, interrupting his memory of where the best room to dump her in would be. “Be sure she stays a secret. If one of them finds out about her, who knows what they’ll do… though, I can guarantee that it wouldn’t be pretty fer the both of you.”

“… both?” Bittergiggle echoed. What did he mean by that?

A smile curled on Syringeon’s face. One that made Bittergiggle feel cold with dread and fear.

“… Both.” He repeated, chuckling in a dark tone as he left the Introduction Sector, leaving Bittergiggle standing in the room with his new problem.

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[thebearmage]

Ninjago - The Elements

Pt 2 - coming soon!

This has been something on my mind for a LONG time, so I wanted to write it out, just for me, just for the fucks, just because I CAN. This is my explanation of the continuity errors revolving around Ninjago's Elements/Elemental masters.

We all know that Ninjago has continuity errors due to the show running for many years, adapting over time, adding/taking away concepts, and making new characters to sell toys (we all know that's what's happening a LOT of the time).

Now, the MAIN error that I personally focus on revolves around the Elements - mainly the four main Ninja. How do their powers work? Are they from Lloyd, their parents, the Golden Weapons...what? Why are there so many NEW elements?

I believe I have answers to those questions. Just as a reminder, this is my personal headcanon, not fact.

This post will focus on the Ninjas' elements: Fire, Earth, Ice, Lighting, Water, and Energy. There are a couple of errors to tackle here.

First, where do the four main elements come from?

I personally think their power comes from their parents, passed down from parent to child from the First Spinjitzu Master. The Golden Weapons act as conductors, like Thor and his hammer in the MCU - it's a way to harness their powers, to control it. It is NOT the source of their power. So, why did the Ninja lose their powers in Season 5 - Possession? Are their powers connected to Lloyd?

Yes, their powers are connected to Lloyd, with him being the grandson of the FSM and Green Ninja, but their powers were never SUPPOSED to be connected to him as strongly as in season 5.

I headcanon that when someone inherits an Elemental power, their body must adapt and change to host the power. You can't use its full strength right off the bat, or your body will give out (in this HC, this is why Cole's mother dies, used too much power too early).

Using conductors - like the Golden Weapons - allows a newbie Elemental Master to use their full power without many drawbacks. The longer you host a power, the more you learn how to control it, the more power you can use. You have to cross a few thresholds before you can wield an element properly - one of these thresholds is unlocking your true potential.

So, what does this have to do with Lloyd? In season 3, we see him give up his Golden Power to activate the Ninjas' powers. Well, the reason their power was so strongly connected to him was because he activated the powers too early.

The Ninja's bodies were not ready for the power input Lloyd gave them, so instead of drawing power from the Ninja, the elements drew some power from Lloyd - for his element is Energy/Power itself. This is why Garmadon publicly disapproved of his son's decision; he knew what would happen.

The change was small enough that no one noticed it until Lloyd got possessed. For the Ninjas, it was like the power source was suddenly cut off, so they lost their powers.

Nya's body had already been trained due to her being Samurai X, so when she began her Elemental training, she progressed faster because her body could house more power. Lloyd never activated her powers, so her Element didn't draw energy from him. We can also argue that the four Elements of Creation are more powerful than the secondary elements, so she had less power to control - arguments can be made against this, though.

This would also explain why, when Lloyd lost his element or didn't have the energy to use it in Sons of Garmadon, the ninjas were still able to use theirs. By then, they had properly mastered their elements, so their powers no longer drew power from Lloyd.

Welp, that was part one of my little explanation rant. If I've missed anything, or it turns out everything was explained in the new seasons and I haven't seen it, tell me! In part two, I will talk about the secondary elements, their creation, their uses, and how new ones are just NOW popping up.

[blindmagdalena]

Do you think Homelander and Becca would have been able to raise Ryan together if Butcher and Stormfront hadn't gotten involved?

Obviously not as a family, but rather behaving civilly towards each other / working as a team when it truly matters?

My initial thought was 'no', but after seeing a couple of deleted scenes of them interacting I was struck by the fact that Becca doesn't really seem afraid of him (which is very weird tbh) and she actually seems to know how to manipulate him to some extent.

What do you think?

such a tough question! and honestly one i'd love to see properly explored in a fic someday. obviously there were things they were never going to agree on (like lying to Ryan/keeping him contained, though with their cover blown i'm not sure Becca would have insisted on it anyways) but without SF's interference i do think it's less likely Homelander would have thrown the fit he did and taken off with Ryan.

Becca definitely held her own against Homelander. if given the chance she could run circles around him when it comes to emotional intelligence. that said, she definitely was still terrified of him, and Ryan knew it. he mirrored her fear and he lashed out against Homelander when he tried to use his physicality against Becca.

it's a recipe for disaster no matter how you look at it, but i do think there's a ton of potential within it for a much more interesting dynamic than what the show ultimately gave us. aka just killing off Becca (booooooooo)

imo the best we can hope for here is Becca getting the chance to continue to raise her son while Homelander menaces in their vicinity.

[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (9)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, religious guilt, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Lady Stark stared at Lady Baratheon, trying not to show any stress or fear. She knew she was standing in front of the woman from whom she had taken a potential husband-prince.

She swallowed softly and bowed. She knew that she had to be as sweet as possible to her, it was best to pretend to be ignorant and silent so as not to give her any cause for gossip or accusations.

"Lady Baratheon, it is a great honor for me." She said, then look at her again, her face was calm and slightly smiling. She tried to keep her smile warm. Lady Baratheon smiled back.

"I think I'll be a better walking company for you, my Lady." She said cordially, throwing a disapproving glance at Salone. Y/N tried her best not to show on her face how frustrated she was by the remark.

Once she was Aemond's wife, she thought, no one would address her servants that way. But now she wasn't, and she had to be as humble as possible.

She gave the girl an apologetic look and nodded her head.

"Thank you, Salome. You can leave us."

Salome, apparently frightened by whom she was leaving her Lady with, walked away with her head bowed. Lady Stark looked at Lady Ellyn with a smile and calmness, and they both walked forward, through the cloisters.

The sight of them walking arm in arm elicited quiet whispers from passers-by around them and their curious glances. Y/N wasn't scared though. She knew she had an advantage over any lady who wanted her future husband. She saw it in his gaze as he came into her hand with loud groan.

"I heard that our prince flew here with you on dragon's back, my Lady." Lady Ellyn said casually, Y/N guessed she wanted to know whose idea it was.

"That's true. Prince thought it was appropriate.” She answered gently and matter-of-factly. The girl pursed her lips, still smiling.

They moved on to the gardens, and Lady Stark had to admit that, apart from the company, the circumstances in which she walked were beautiful. She had never seen such trees and flowers before.

"How do you like Kings Landing? I heard that Winterfell is cold and gloomy." She said casually. Lady Stark decided to skip her second sentence with silence.

“It's beautiful here. I haven't had a chance to look around properly yet, so perhaps you'd like to show me around, my Lady?" She asked, looking at her softly and innocently.

She wanted to show her that she wasn't afraid of her. That what she thought about her was indifferent to her. Lady Ellyn looked at her in surprise.

"Of course, my lady. With pleasure."

They walked around the keep without saying much. Lady Baratheon tossed her dry facts about the places they were passing, and Y/N nodded enthusiastically, pretending to listen. Across the square, she saw that Prince Aemond was walking ahead, his eye searching for her. Apparently, Salone had told him what had happened.

Their eyes met, but Lady Stark just shook her head. She didn't want him to interfere right now. She wished she was the one walking the keep with him, but she didn't feel like showing weakness. Aemond complied, pursed his lips, and looked away.

Lady Baratheon tried to ask her questions, but Y/N answered her deftly and evasively, unfazed and undaunted. She was relieved when one of the servants approached her, saying that the queen would like her to had dinner with them. Lady Stark felt a pang of satisfaction as she saw that Lady Ellyn was not pleased with the way their conversation had turned out.

***

Y/N followed the maid's intricate thread of corridors. They finally stopped in front of a large, richly decorated wooden door. The servants opened it for her, and she entered a spacious hall decorated with candles with a large fireplace to her right.

In front of her was a huge oak table laden with food and drinks. The different kinds of meats, fish, and breads caught her eye immediately, and she knew she had never tried half of these dishes before.

Across the hall, she saw Aemond discussing something lively with his queen mother. When he saw her, he wanted to approach her, but only pursed his lips in frustration seeing that his older brother was faster than him.

Aegon held out his hand to her, and she offered him hers. The prince kissed her hand tenderly and lingeringly, which did not go unnoticed by his brother.

"Welcome to Kings Landing, my Lady. I hope you're able to sit up after your dragon quest." He said, looking somewhere to the side with raised eyebrows. Lady Stark involuntarily laughed at his words.

"It can be difficult, but I'll try not to show any discomfort." She replied cordially. He liked her answer and the fact that she picked up on his joke. He looked at her appreciatively, his eyes looking her up and down.

"I am glad that you will soon be my sister, my Lady. I hope our relationship will become even closer as a result.” He said, she saw a gleam in his eyes. She just smiled, pretending she hadn't heard the subtext in his words. She knew that becoming his sister could mean many things to him.

She moved away from him, walking towards Helaena, who was already sitting at the table, lost in thought. Lady Stark placed a hand on her shoulder, and she shuddered from her thoughts. She looked at her and smiled warmly, but Y/N knew she was afraid of what was to come in a few weeks.

Finally, her eyes met Aemond's. He looked at her impatiently, and she knew he was starving for her attention. He was angry that she was talking so closely to Aegon. She walked over to him and bowed low before the queen.

"My queen, thank you for your hospitality and your infinite understanding." She said humbly and sincerely, wanting to arouse as many positive feelings towards herself as possible. She knew that she and Aemond were very close and that she had to do everything to win her heart. Alicent smiled at her at these words.

"I have something for you, Lady Y/N." She said, reaching for a small box on a nearby table. She walked back to her, opening the lid. Lady Stark saw the seven-pointed star necklace on the pillow, finer and smaller than Aemond's.

She felt them both swallow loudly at the sight. Lady Stark smiled widely, trying not to laugh at the same time.

"I want our gods to protect you." The queen said handing her a gift. Lady Stark looked at her gratefully, her heart burning with satisfaction that Aemond would have to watch that necklace hanging between her breasts day and night.

"Thank you, my queen, it's an honor for me. I will wear it with dignity." She said warmly, smiling broadly, and glanced at Aemond, who was staring at her with pursed lips. She looked at him eloquently.

"My Prince, may I ask you?" She asked, turning her back on him, flipping her hair up, exposing her bare neck to him.

She heard him hesitate for a moment, then with slightly trembling hands he put the necklace on her, involuntarily touching her skin. They both flinched at the feeling. Y/N lowered her hair and touched the necklace, looking at him gratefully. Aemond stared at her as if he was about to kill her.

They sat down at the table only when the king entered the hall. Lady Stark could sit next to her betrothed, but they were all a long way apart, so they didn't have a chance to touch each other.

Y/N thought she wanted him to break. She was always the one who came to him, making things easier for them. This time she decided she wanted him to go crazy over her.

She deliberately played with her necklace while talking to Helaena without even looking at him. She could see his fingers moving restlessly on the table, his hand clenching into a fist from time to time.

She only glanced at him as she took a sip of wine from her goblet. She shivered as she saw that his face was stony, his gaze black. She knew something was going on in his head, and she felt excited.

She turned her head away, returning to the conversation. She could see that the lack of their physical contact was especially pleasing to the queen. In her eyes, she must now pass as an extremely controlling and well-behaved young lady.

The thought of what she was doing with her son, despite the fact that it made her feel ashamed, above all excited her. It amused her that Aegon thought he could distract her from his brother.

Y/N felt suddenly tired. The journey on the dragon and the conversation with Lady Baratheon had worn her out physically and mentally. She finished her wine and stood up, thanking everyone for the delicious food and wonderful hospitality. She said she would go to her chamber and bowed to the king and queen. She turned to Aemond but didn't look at him, bowing humbly to him.

"My prince." She said warmly and left without a word. One of the servants escorted her to her chamber, as she would have wandered the castle for hours on her own before she found the right way.

She thanked him and went inside, asking Salone to help her change. She was left in only her white nightgown, Salone gently unraveling her hair.

"Forgive me for dismissing you after what Lady Baratheon said. I don't think you're the wrong walking companion for me." She said sincerely, smiling at her. The girl blushed and nodded.

"Thank you, my lady."

***

Lady Stark heard a creaking sound in the middle of the night. She opened her sleepy eyes and thought she was dreaming. Aemond closed the door to her chamber softly and looked at her, his eye dark as night. Y/N pushed herself up on her arms, shocked, her heart starting to beat faster.

"I can't sleep because of you." He said through clenched teeth as he approached her slowly. There was something menacing and dangerous about his steps and his gaze. Lady Stark couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from curling up into a smile.

The sight must have unnerved him completely, for he suddenly pulled her bare leg towards him, so that she was lying on her bed in front of him. Y/N began to breathe faster, excited.

"What have I done, my prince?" She asked quietly and innocently, she felt hot. Aemond tapped his tongue against the side of his cheek, clearly in disbelief at how insolent she was.

He spread her legs apart, his hand traveling between her thighs. His fingers ran over her moist entrance and they both groaned low at the feeling.

"How are you not ashamed to wear my mother's gift? Maybe she should see how's your dignity look like." He said through pursed lips, the tip of his finger gently entering her, massaging her entrance. His other hand gripped her thigh tightly, parting it shamelessly for him.

Lady Stark sucked in a breath, trying to keep quiet, her whole body tensed at his delicious touch. She knew what she had done had made him furious. She couldn't control her excitement.

"You don't deserve it." He said darkly and slipped all of his finger inside her easily. She leaned back with a moan of pleasure, her thighs moving towards him, seeking more pressure. It was exactly what she wanted. She wanted to tease him, to see how much she could afford.

"Make me worthy, my prince." She whispered pleadingly, breathing deeply, her lips slightly parted. Aemond stared at her, shocked at her words, his nostrils flaring dangerously with each breath. "Tell me what to do."

Aemond swallowed hard and shivered. Her behavior was driving him crazy. She moaned again as he began to move his finger rhythmically in and out of her. A few close-ups of them were enough for him to know which points and what pressure would make her melt with pleasure and despair.

She clenched her hands on the sheets around her, moaning quietly, feeling that her fulfillment was close. She wanted him to enter her, but she knew he wouldn't do that.

She knew that in some strange way they both showed how crazy they were, how much influence they had, how much they adored and desired each other.

“You will pray for an hour every day in Sept, on your knees. Praying to the Maiden and Mother for forgiveness." He spoke low, his voice quivering with excitement. His finger massaged and pressed where she needed it. He looked mesmerized at her floating body, seeking fulfillment, dependent only on him.

"I will pray the same to the Warrior and the Father after what I'm about to do to you." He said dispassionately. He pulled his finger out of her, and she sucked in her breath, breathing fast, thirsty and desperate.

She saw in shock that he knelt between her legs, her heart pounding like a hammer. She covered her mouth with her hand and moaned loudly, as felt his hot tongue lick her entrance, his hands holding her thighs in an iron grip. She thought he was spreading her out in front of him like one of the books he loved to read.

The sight of his face between her thighs made her body tremble. She breathed quickly, the clipped moans from her mouth making his lips caress her clit more and more intensely.

She moaned loudly and arched back when she suddenly felt his tongue sliding inside her without warning. She had never felt such a pleasure before. Her hand involuntarily reached for his hair, pressing him closer, wanting to feel his tonque deeper.

Its rough and moist texture massaged her insides, the wet sounds of his tongue and her juices mixed with her muffled, desperate moans reverberating in the silence of the night.

She couldn't stop her thighs from moving towards his face, her insides tightening around nothing, overstimulated and aching with excitement. She sobbed with pleasure when she heard him undo his pants and start touching himself.

His tongue traveled over her clit, massaging it in circular motions, licking up everything that leaked from her before inserting it back into her hot core, caressing her in ways he could never have imagined.

When he read about it in the book, he felt embarrassed at the thought of doing such a thing to a woman. But now that she lay before him, fragrant and excited, all wet for him, he understood everything. He thought that an hour on his knees in Sept every day might not be enough for him to stop.

Hearing her moans, feeling her body contorting in powerful orgasm, her hand clenching in his hair, he was helpless. He could feel her body trembling, only for him. He came hard into his hand with low groan, his semen ran down his fingers.

The thought of her wanting him so much made him gasp for breath. He licked everything that flowed out of her with his eye closed, focusing only on his experience. He felt a shock run through her body, she moaned softly as he did, overstimulated. He broke away from her with a wet sound and kissed her trembling thigh.

"The gods have sent you to my doom."

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Sodo x reader where sodo is like literally freaking out LOSING his mind because he can hear readers heartbeat race and can’t find her and thinks something is wrong, but when he finally does everything is fine and you’re calming him down (bonus points if you try to touch him and he’s like burning hot because of stress over you) <3!

Having you as a mate was certainly… something.

It wasn’t a surprise when Sodo learned he couldn’t treat you like any of the other ghouls. He had to be gentle; he couldn’t bite and thrust into you with reckless abandon like he had done so many times before; he had to wait and watch for certain cues on how to properly go about something with you. He tried using the scents you gave off, but he learned early on that you didn’t always act on how you truly felt, preferring instead to hide emotions away and make him fight to know the truth. Hell, there had been times where he could feel what you were feeling if it was extreme enough, no matter how far away you were from him.

And today was one of those days as he stood in the practice room, tuning his guitar and trying to get it right.

“You’re almost there, buddy!” Swiss laughs, moving just in time so Sodo’s pick didn’t collide with his forehead.

“You’re not helping!” he huffs, foot stamping on the ground as he glares at the multi ghoul. He opens his mouth, ready to insult him some more, but his throat closes up.

“Sodo?” Rain shuffles over first, noticing how the fire ghoul is starting to tremble. He takes the guitar from him, setting it carefully on the ground as he shushes the now whimpering ghoul.

“S-something’s not right,” he manages to get out, his hands balling into tight fists. There’s a thundering in his ears, similar to a racing heart, but he knows it’s not his. Rain reaches out, though he’s hesitant to actually touch him. Finally, he wraps an arm around Sodo’s shoulders, intended on comforting him, but he quickly pulls back with a small hiss, looking as though he’s been burned.

“What’s wrong, mio figlio?” Copia asks as he steps forward. He looks uncomfortable. Everyone in the room does and Copia is starting to sweat. “You’re burning up! Feels like everything is about to start melting…”

“Lemme go, Papa?” His voice is strained, thick with worry. “I think it’s Y/N. I’m worried something’s wrong.”

“Tuo compagno?” he parrots with raised brows. His makeup is starting to run and he’s fanning himself. “By all means, quello piccolo, go. Please, let me know the outcome as well. You know I worry.”

“Thank you, Papa.” He doesn’t spare another second in the practice room, shoving the door open with his weight and running into the hall. He sniffs the air, picking up your scent, though it’s faint. He nearly trips over his own feet as he runs through the halls, the beating still deafening in his ears.

“Alpha!” The fire ghoul jumps when he rounds the corner, staring down at Sodo. “Have you seen Y/N?”

“Fuck, you’re overheating.” The old guitarist flattens his ears as he tries to put distance between himself and the smaller ghoul. “No, I haven’t. Sorry.”

Sodo lets out a soft whine but he leaves regardless, faintly hearing Alpha call after him to at least try and calm down. He knows he has to, but he can’t when he knows something could be potentially wrong with you. He’d never forgive himself if you were hurt.

It takes him five minutes of following your scent to finally properly locate you, and his stomach drops when he picks up the scent of one of the old water ghouls. He follows the scent through the garden and towards the little pond the clergy had made, specifically for all of the water ghouls. He’s relieved when he sees you unscathed, though he’s none too happy that you’re in the arms of Papa Nihil’s water ghoul. He’s chittering happily, nuzzling his face against your neck and making you laugh.

“Get away from my mate!” Sodo snarls out, catching your attention. The water ghoul’s hair is a mess, though he tries to slick it back and out of his eyes when he sees the younger ghoul.

“Sodo!” You seem so happy to see him, wading through the pond and towards your lover. It’s only when he catches sight of your concerned face that he realizes little puffs of black smoke are coming from his nostrils. “Sodo, what’s wrong?”

“What happened to you?” He goes to touch you but you recoil the same way Rain did.

“Lucifer, you’re hot!” you cry. He even notices how the other ghoul is shrinking back into the water, desperate to coat himself. The grass around him is drying out and dying, becoming stiff, brown pieces. Still, he looks you over, trying to make sure you’re not hurt.

“I just had this bad feeling about you and I thought you were hurt, and I looked all over for you-”

“Bad feeling?” You laugh. “Oh, no! I was tending to the garden and Papa’s ghoul jumped out and scared me!” Said ghoul waves over at Sodo, his finned tail splashing the pond. “He convinced me to take a quick break to play with him.”

He feels the jealousy bubble up inside of him, but he knows he shouldn’t express it. He knows Papa Nihil’s ghouls were often lonely and bored. He knows the old bassist just wanted to feel normal again. So he lets out a sigh and tries to calm himself.

“I just got worried,” he tells you softly. You let out a soft hum, cupping his cheek as you gently kiss the other.

“You’re still hot,” you comment. “but I’m okay. Really. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“It’s okay.” He finally smiles as he presses his lips against you. His amber eyes flicker to the ghoul, just for a second, before he continues to hold your gaze. “So long as you both remember who your mate is, I guess I don’t mind.”

“Oh trust me, he was scared in the beginning,” you laugh. It helps calm him down more. At least he knew you already belong to someone. “Aren’t you supposed to be in practice right now?”

“Ah… yeah.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “I may have… kinda freaked out during practice and Papa let me come find you.”

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” He nuzzles his nose against your neck, pressing a kiss to your damp skin.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re not hurt.” He pulls back to look at you. “Go on and have fun, alright?” He then turns his attention to the water ghoul. “And you keep your hands to yourself!”

He gets a thumbs up as a response, watching as the ghoul dives beneath the water’s surface. You just laugh as you give him another kiss. At least he knew you were safe.

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the finale is so disappointing to me because it feels like they just took 3 whole seasons of work on the characters to just throw everything unfinished on the last episode and call it the end. if it really is the final season, why not give them what they deserve?

don't get me wrong, I loved the team scenes, the believe sign moment, the way the boys took Nate back, the women's team... but their individual endings? damn, where do I start?

they spent the whole s3 developing the Tish predictions, made a whole ass episode about the signs just to give Rebecca her "happy" ending with 3min left to the episode, with a guy we don't even know the name of. Rebecca deserved so much more development on that mother arc, her lightning, somebody actually showing her appreciation.

and don't even get me fucking started on the tedbecca fake outs, and the useless parallels between the two throughout the show. what was the use to their soulmate storyline if in the end they were separated anyway? and all the little things to hint on a possible endgame too when they could have used all that time to perfect other plotlines?

another one is the way Jamie tried to use the fact that Keeley sent him the leaked video to "claim" her when she never showed romantic interest in him this season. then he and Roy just fist fought over something that was not their decision. what the fuck happened to Jamie's s3 growth?

and the roykeeley of it all, getting back together, then not being together at all?

Beard got married to his abuser and not a single person thought about helping him out. not even his best friend.

and the one that pissed me off the most: Ted going back to Kansas, all alone, to watch 5th grade football matches forever, absolutely not being fulfilled with any of it; the way they implied that he got back together with Michelle? a woman that made him feel like he was too much, encouraged him to move an ocean away, far from his son, to get her space and then date their couples therapist?

all the interactions with Ted felt forced, out of character. Rebecca poured her heart out to him, gave him all the options, begging him to stay, got a first class ticket to say goodbye properly. he knew how hard it is for her to be open, to verbalize her feelings, to ask for what she wants. he didn't say a word. what did she get from being vulnerable?

the boys did a whole performance to say goodbye, put all the effort into something they all thought he would enjoy. what reaction did they get?

I don't feel a sense of closure at all, and I am so very frustrated they didn't do the characters I love so deeply justice. the loss I feel is heartbreaking. what a sad ending to a show with so much potential.